#this headache....blooming behind my eyes.....very sexy......

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hit me with your kill shot, baby

nightweb

Summary:

“Then how do you know about the venom?” Wade asks.

Peter opens his mouth, licks those pretty lips, and closes it. “I um, you know,” he tilts his head, a red flush blooming in his cheeks. “Masturbated before?” he whispers out the word, and then he’s back to hiding on Wade’s shoulder.

“Pete, my love, if we wanna go somewhere with this, you need to mentally graduate middle school first.”

Notes:

Hey... my first spideypool fic and it’s with peter going feral with spidey traits during sex.

a more detailed version of the sex and peter’s spidey traits is there in the end notes, if you would like to know before reading. i promise it’s nothing extreme. most of this is actually kinda cute. kinda.

disclaimer: spiders don’t mate like this irl. i legit made this shit up.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

It was three months into their relationship when Peter finally revealed it.

Three months, fourteen days, and a few hours give or take (Wade isn’t that good with time) since they started dating, to be exact. And a good two years of being acquainted with each other. And it is going spectacularly great, they watch Disney marathons together, patrol together, kiss and cuddle and say gay shit from time to time. Everything Wade didn’t even dare hope for. Peter is lovely and angelic on the best of days, blushing at compliments and holding Wade’s hand while he read through his fat nerd textbooks, and downright fucking annoying and bratty on the worst days, forgetting to eat and sleep and burying himself in paperwork and hero-ing, being awfully snappy and rude. Wade, of course, can bear with it all. He himself is one heavy burden in a relationship. So putting the two of them together and doubling the problems to carry was a given, which they are both totally chill with.

The actual problem is that Peter shuffles away the moment their making out gets a bit more intimate, he stiffens and chuckles nervously when Wade’s hands go lower the waist, murmuring an excuse to stop and move on to something else. Which Wade accepts, obviously, and will completely respect. Consent is sexy and all that. But he can’t help but wonder why. Petey kisses very enthusiastically, flushing and whining, face all red and lips all swollen and eyes all glossy. There’s force behind his kisses and his fingers leave bruises which fade in seconds on Wade’s shoulders with the tense grip.

So yeah, Peter is, on some levels, intimate with him. And while Wade does want more, he also wouldn’t mind not having sex at all, because their relationship already makes him the happiest he’s been. He’d never break up with the most gorgeous boy in the world over something as stupid as penetrative sex. But yet—

He just wants a reason.

And above all, he’s scared of the reason.

Because if Peter is very politely refusing sex and willing to go without it because he didn’t want to look at Wade while doing it, Wade would be honestly devastated that he’s resigning Peter to a life of forced celibacy.

The other reason, a darker one that makes his previous murder instincts light up at the speed of light, is one he doesn’t dare entertain for too long. Because he has a good track record which is nearing a full year that he does not want to break.

Thus, he plans an intervention.

Peter is on the couch, clad in only boxers and a thin white t-shirt, reading another textbook with a headache inducing title that Wade has given up on reading because he just could not begin to give a fuck about it. Munching on a chocolate, another in hand for Peter, Wade skips towards the couch and jumps over it, landing on the side next to the hero. Peter makes an annoyed noise, but doesn’t look away from his Chemistry texts.

“You’ll never know the psychopath sitting next to you~” Wade hums, chewing loudly, swaying back and forth. This doesn’t award him as much as a twitch, so he continues, “You’ll never know the murderer sitting next to you~” He wiggles his eyebrows at the word murderer, but Peter isn’t even looking at him. He repeats the song twice, and finally gets a reaction. Peter groans, lifting a hand to weakly slap his shoulder.

“Please stop singing that shitty song, please.”

“Alright, my bad, singing tracks from D.C movies in a marvel fanfic, that’s blasphemy.”

Peter’s back to ignoring him. Is chemistry really that interesting? Wade fucking hates science. He shifts closer and puts an arm around the boy, pulling him closer, caging him in. The way he fits so snug in his arms… Peter is not skinny, but his muscles have an acrobatic build, sinewy and long, flexible. So it’s easy to curl him, mold him into something smaller. Something precious. It makes his heart warmer to feel Peter snuggle in, even if he had been acting bratty moments before.

A hand moves to card through Peter’s soft hair. “We need to talk, Petey.”

“Hm?” Peter’s soft brown eyes peek up at him, frowning. “About what?” A nervous edge in his tone makes Wade laugh, so he trails a hand down to grip Peter at the wrists, which always makes his boyfriend pliant and needy. Particularly because his fingers press on the small slits there, a spot where Wade has discovered to his delight, Peter is deliciously sensitive at.

Peter never lets anyone touch his spinnerets, especially considering how it’s an erogenous zone for him. But Wade has special privilege, which he loves to abuse.

“Nnnggh,” Peter whines the moment he feels pressure at his little web-making slits, but then turns to scowl up at him. “Seriously? I was in a pretty difficult chapter.”

“Oh? Your mind still on chem? Now that just won’t do,” he bends down to bite Pete’s ear, nipping at it, then slowly licking the edge. He feels Peter shudder under him, as he slowly bends Peter over the couch, getting the boy to lay down on his back. Distantly, he hears the thud of a book fall to the ground.

“Urgh, Wade,” Peter complains, voice shaky. “You taste like chocolate!” The weak little pushes he’s doing to resist Wade’s assault are useless, not a speck of Spidey super strength in them. Which can only mean one thing. Peter doesn’t want Wade to stop. Not really. Encouraged, he trails a line of wet kisses from Peter’s crimson, cute ears all the way down to his lithe neck, which is exposed all for Wade, Pete having thrown his head back to sink it into the couch. The hero’s chest heaving as he clutches onto Wade’s shoulders, Peter’s eyes are closed, and his mouth parted.

He’s so sensitive, Wade thinks, so responsive. So beautiful.

Keeping a tight hold on Peter’s right wrist, his fingers playing with the slit, generating small cries of stimulation, Wade chances a touch lower, his other hand moving from Peter’s hips towards his groin.

The change is immediate.

Peter pauses, his breath hitching, his eyes snapping open. The sudden defensive pose makes Wade still, but he doesn’t move away. When he gets no response, he bends down to press another kiss on Peter’s pale neck, which already has a few red spots from his previous assault. Peter shivers under him, but squirms around when he feels a hand on his inner thigh.

“W-Wade…” he whispers, “Wade, wait.”

Wade looks up, their eyes meeting. His hand massages Peter’s inner thigh, reaching under the hem of the boxers to meet soft pulpy flesh underneath.

“Wade, stop!”

Wade immediately let’s go, bouncing backwards in his hurry to get away, and almost topples off the couch. He sits on the back of his heels at the side, frowning, heart thudding with new found concern. Peter’s chest is heaving, a pretty flush on his cheeks and neck, his ears red and his eyes hazy.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby boy?” he asks, voice gentle, reaching forward.

Peter looks conflicted and guilty, the flush from earlier dissipating to leave a troubled look which Wade instantly dislikes. “’M sorry,” he mumbles, “not in the mood.”

“You’re hard,” Wade comments. “Not that it matters!” he adds hastily, getting increasingly worried at Peter’s distress, at the way a flash of fear passes in those brown eyes when Wade had mentioned the state of his dick. The warning bells that rang before are full blown in Wade’s head, the voices edging them on as well. Something alarming, something ugly festering inside of him.

“Hey, hey,” he grabs Peter by the shoulders, forcing the boy to look at him in the eye. “Look, we don’t have to do anything extreme, now calm down alright? You’re safe.”

Peter’s brows furrow. “‘Of course I’m safe,” he says, and he shakes himself away from Wade’s arms, and crosses his own. “I’m not scared, Wade. Never. I’ll never be scared of you.” He rolls his eyes at the thought, reaching out to punch him lightly. “You big oaf!”

Wade relaxes, shifting closer again and allowing Peter to snuggle back into him, running a hand through Peter’s spine. “Tell me what’s wrong, sweet thing,” he says into the brown hair he buries his face into. “You know I can’t keep ignoring it. I totally get not wanting to bang Freddy Kruger, but you seem so enthusiastic and then the next second—”

“Wait,” Peter states, pulling away—again, Wade is going to super glue this brat to his side or so help him God— “you think I don’t want to have sex with you?”

“Baby boy, I added two and two together. Got five, obviously. You’ve been refusing to go further, and I totes respect it.” Wade scratches the back of Peter’s ear like a cat, making the boy struggle with paying attention to what he’s saying. “I pieced it together. Super glued. Connected the dots. et cetera.”

“Wade!” Peter exclaims. “Oh my God, you’ve got it all wrong!” He sits up, and with lightning reflexes, plops himself down on Wade’s lap, thighs spread between Wade’s waist. He grabs the man’s face with both hands, and plants a big fat kiss on his lips. “I do want to… you know, have sex.” He whispers the last word.

Planting his hands on either side of Pete’s trim waist, Wade edges him on. “But…?”

Face scrunching up, Peter once again looks distressed, his nose doing the little twitching thing it does when his lips turn into a frown. Wade leans forward and kisses his nose. Then his cheeks. Then his lips. “Tell me, baby boy.”

Peter drops his head onto Wade’s shoulder, hiding himself. “You’ll think I’m weird,” he says, voice muffled and miserable. Wade thinks this statement is utterly fucking ridiculous. He voices it out loud.

Peter just squirms around his lap, until he heaves a deep sigh and looks up. “I have this condition.”

Wade freezes, thoughts going haywire, the voices reaching the darkest conclusions. “...an illness, Petey?”

“No. It’s from the, uhhh, bite, I guess,” Peter replies, his tone quiet and dejected. The bite? Wade thinks. And then, Oh. obviously. The spider bite.

“Did the bite do something to your lower region? Do spiders reproduce asexually? Is that a thing? I wonder if this author did actual research on spiders or is just writing whatever the fuck he wants—”

“Wade!” Peter whines into his shoulder. “I’m serious! I don’t want you to think I’m weird.”

“There it is again. Sweetheart, between the two of us, nothing is normal in this relationship.”

Peter mumbles something that’s so muffled Wade doesn’t understand it. “What’s that, Petey? A little louder, love.”

“I said,” Peter says louder, looking up, “I get more spider traits when I’m near orgasm.”

Wade pauses, processing this. “Okay, so. Is that like, suddenly growing eight legs and eyes in bed type trait orrrr…”

“Ew, babe, what the fuck,” Peter laughs, and Wade grins in return, happy to see him relaxed and laughing again.

“Let’s not discriminate there Petey-pie, I’m sure there’s a Peter out there in the multiverse who does exactly that.”

“Well, I’m not him. I just produce venom from my mouth and succumb to spider instincts.”

“You—Sorry, didn’t catch that right. You produce what?”

Peter sighs, his pretty face pushed back into Wade’s collarbone. “I start producing this venom from my fangs, which grow when I’m about to uh, cum. And I get these…” He shudders. “Instincts to do things that spiders do.”

“Spider instincts… fangs… venom…” Wade echoes, and Peter nods miserably into his shoulder. “Aw, babe, why so blue? This is so much better than you saying you find me too ugly to fuck! This is just some cute additional stuff we gotta sort out in bed, no problemo, sweet thing!”

“Wha—Wade, you were never the problem. It’s one of those “it’s not you, it’s me” situations!” Peter punches Wade’s side. “And did you not hear what I just said? I produce venom. I become some freak that could kill you. Those aren’t stuff which we can just sort out, are you out of your mind?”

“Alright take it slow, so you produce venom which I can’t die from, obviously. And what else? Elaborate on the instincts here. What’s next? Radioactive cum?”

Peter stiffens in his hold, making Wade’s eyes grow wide. No fucking way.

“So you have a spider cock that makes poisonous cum? What poor soul made you realize it? Death by radioactive spidey cum and probably dumped in the Hudson… What a way to go...”

“What? Wade, holy shit, I didn’t kill anyone! And I don’t know if my cum is… like that. I hate this conversation.”

“Then how do you know about the venom?” Wade asks.

Peter opens his mouth, licks those pretty lips, and closes it. “I um, you know,” he tilts his head, a red flush blooming in his cheeks. “Masturbated before?” he whispers out the word, and then he’s back to hiding on Wade’s shoulder.

“Pete, my love, if we wanna go somewhere with this, you need to mentally graduate middle school first.”

“Shut up!” Peter groans, looking up. “Everytime I tried masturbating after the bite, I got scared when I started to.. you know, do the thing.”

Wade nods slowly, a realization dawning. “So you’ve never… with someone else..?”

Peter’s face is bright red, and it’s totally fucking adorable. Even his ears are a crimson shade, his fists clutching Wade’s t-shirt. It’s confirmation enough.

“Oh, sweet baby Jesus, you’re a virgin!” Wade yells, making Peter flinch.

“Well it’s not like I can have sex when my own orgasm scares me, can I? I don’t want to risk… killing someone for a stupid orgasm!”

“This is cruel. This is inhuman. You’ve doomed yourself to a life of celibacy because you’re too pure to kill someone over a good nut!” Wade moans, and then the sheer ridiculousness of it crashes into him, and he hugs Peter to his chest, laughing into the crook of a pale visible neck. “You’re so fucking cute.”

“Did you not hear anything I just said?”

“Yes and that’s not a problem!”

“How the fuck is that not a problem?”

“Baby boy, I can’t die. You know that. You can bite me all you want—”

“No. Hard no. I’m not risking that. I don’t want to kill you.”

“You won’t. And it’s just a bite, babe, I can handle you when you’re all horny spider on me.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“C’mon, gimme some credit here, sweetheart. You think I can’t handle one horny little spider? Scouts Honor, I’ll keep you under control.”

“And what if I succumb to my instincts?”

Wade shrugs. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I’d bite you, inject the venom into you and paralyse you, then cocoon you in my web and keep you there till my instincts go away. I might even get the instinct to… to eat you and that terrifies me to no end.”

Wade takes a few seconds to think of a cohesive response. The last thing he needs is a panicked Peter, so he shouldn’t act too repulsed and terrified, which he honestly is not. If anything, he feels a little aroused, but he didn’t vocalize that either. Def not the time.

“Okay, you don’t want to do that. I understand. So trust me when I say I’ll keep you under control.”

Peter fidgets on Wade’s lap, a conflicted look on his face. It’s obvious he wants to say yes, but, bless him, he’s paranoid he’s going to hurt Wade. It’s so disgustingly sweet.

“Pete, baby, I promise I’ll take care of you.” Wade says, no hint of humor in his voice.

Peter takes a deep breath. “I trust you,” he admits. “I just don’t trust me.”

“Okay, understandable. And you don’t have to do this. Your choice, alright? If you wanna go forever without sex, then fine! If you want me to fuck you senseless and then let you tie me up and keep me in your little web, also fine!”

He didn’t miss the way Peter’s pupils dilated and the way he licked his lips at the mention of fucking. Except the ball is now on Peter’s side of the court. He’s said what he said, and it’s Pete’s turn to give a response.

A few minutes of silence and cuddling later, Peter finally moves around. “Okay,” he whispers. “Give me a few days?”

“Take all the time in the world, baby boy.”

A few days turned out to be almost three weeks, but Wade didn’t comment on that. In fact, he’s kept his mouth shut and all his advances are non-sexual. Kissing and cuddling and hand-holding is about everything he’s kept himself limited to. Patrol stays smooth, filled with petty crime, and Peter’s college workload keeps him occupied for a good chunk of their time. Wade himself is kept busy with different recon jobs and other non-fatal missions he’s taking.

All in all, they’re back to normal. Wade could almost believe his Peter goes feral during sex conversation was made up and he had hallucinated the whole thing.

Until one day he comes home to Peter unpacking a box in the living room, sitting on the couch.

“Oooh, baby boy, whatcha got over there? I haven’t ordered anything in a while!” He strolls over to the other side, watching Peter take out the last of the wrapping and pull out—

“Holy shit! Pete, what the fuck!”

“What?” Peter asks casually, placing the metal handcuffs and gag on the couch, inspecting them, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Wha—Are you seeing what I’m seeing? Am I in some shitty BDSM fanfic for real? Why the hell would you order this? Go back to being a blushing virgin.”

A slight redness forms in Pete’s cheeks. “This isn’t for—for that.”

“Well? Enlighten me, then?” Wade grins cheekily.

Peter scrunches his nose, grimacing. “Please don’t quote Fifty Shades. Ew.”

“No quoting trash movies, no singing songs from different franchises, what’s next? No quoting the comics?”

Peter ignores him, then picks up the handcuffs by the chain. The cuffs hit each other and make a clicking sound. “These are pure Vibranium handcuffs. I won’t be able to break out of these,” he remarks, and proves it by tugging at the ends, with a good amount of super strength. Nothing happens.

“Sweet. Now where the hell did you get those?”

Peter shrugs. “I’m mutuals with Shuri on Twitter.”

“You told the princess of Wakanda you want to be tied up in bed?”

“No, I told my online bestie.”

“Oh, of course Twitter is the perfect place to tell people you wanna be tied up and gagged.”

“She owes me one anyway, after I stole some high level Stark tech for her just to see if outside tech is compatible with these nanobots she’s making.”

“Yeah, okay, nerd. So you’re fine with stealing fucking Stark tech for your “online bestie” but when I blow up a facility it’s suddenly not fine.”

“Those… are not the same thing.”

“Minor differences,” Wade waves his arms, pointing at the gag. “And what about that?”

“Also for me.”

“Oh em gee! I feel like Christmas came early.”

Peter sighs. “If I… try something, I want—no, I need you to restrain me. Cuff me. And if I try to bite you too hard, gag me.”

“Only when that happens? What if I just want to gag you when you get bratty with me?”

Peter flushes a sweet red, rolling his eyes. “We can try that another time.”

“We’ll have another time?! Baby boy, you’re a gift!”

“Only if the first time goes well,” Peter reminds him. He then hands Wade a silver shiny key, and proceeds to cuff himself. He shakes his hands a little, adjusting to the cuffs. Then he pulls them apart, his wrists cutting into the metal at the end, with a significant amount of strength. Nothing happens. He tugs again, till his fists turn a pretty shade of red. Still, nothing happens. He grins up at Wade, albeit shakily. There’s an edge of anxiety in his form that makes Wade frown.

“Something wrong, Petey?”

“Oh, nothing. Just, um, scary I guess. Knowing I can’t break out of them.”

“Pete, I’m not gonna cuff you with these in bed if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“But you have to if I try to kill you!”

“What part of I won’t die permanently do you not get, Petey pie?”

“And what part of I still don’t want to fucking kill you do you not get?” Peter snaps. Wade doesn’t respond to that, instead focusing on the pale hands still cuffed in front of him. He sits down next to Peter on the couch.

He takes the cuffs carefully into his hands, using the key to unlock them. Taking them off, he brings Peter’s hands up to his face, kissing the soft skin. He turns them around to lick at the spinneret, then pressing a wet kiss on it.

“Okay,” he says, pressing kisses on the slit. “I promise I won’t let you hurt me. Fatally.”

“You never break your promises.”

“Never, baby boy.” He licks another strip along the little slit at Peter’s wrist, making Peter release a cute whine. “You have my word.”

He looks up to Peter looking dazed and flushed. He’s gorgeous. “Tonight, then?” Peter asks weakly, obviously aroused.

Wade smiles, leaning forward to press a final kiss on his forehead. “Someone’s excited. That makes two of us.”

Peter’s already dried and laying in bed by the time Wade comes out of the shower. The cuffs and gag are placed neatly at the bedside table, an arms length away, easy to reach and grab. They had tested the gag on Peter as well, which Peter tried to open on his own and couldn’t, but he didn’t look or sound nervous the way he did with the cuffs. In fact, with the way his eyes looked hazy when he wore it, Wade is quite sure he liked it. Wade still can’t believe Peter got them both made from Vibranium all because he didn’t want to risk hurting Wade. He feels touched. Loved.

“Well, if this isn’t the sweetest sight to ever grace my eyes,” he remarks, not taking his eyes off the laid out form. Peter’s beautiful, as usual. His arms are over his bare stomach, lightly touching his defined abs. His skin smooth, patches of scars in a few places where knives have graced a little too deep. His eyes, doe-like and brown and staring up at him with so much fucking trust, Wade could just die (if he could).

Wade gets to a comfortable position, bracketing Pete’s thighs with his, looming over his boyfriend. He then leans down to kiss at the exposed skin at the collarbone. He tastes sweet, like the bodywash they share. He licks and nips, holding Pete close, gentle and loving. He hears a sharp intake of air above him.

“I trust you,” Peter says.

“And I trust you,” Wade reminds him, moving up to pepper Peter’s face with kisses. “This trust? It goes both ways, baby boy. You trust me to take care of you, I trust you to tell me if you don’t want this. At any time. Coolio?”

“Yeah,” Peter breathes.

Wade goes back to pressing kisses, biting soft skin, letting his scarred hands run all over Peter’s naked skin, leaving deep red marks all over. Peter’s skin is so sensitive, so easy to mark, so easy to bruise. He hears soft panting, and smiles to himself. His Petey makes the loveliest noises, so high and desperate. His hands travel down to grab a thin, strong waist, large enough that his thumbs almost touch at Pete’s belly button. Pete, who’s been tracking his movements with his eyes the whole time, seems to notice this too, which makes him let out a small whimper, and let his head drop to the pillow.

“Relax,” Wade murmurs, drawing circles at Peter’s hip. Peter’s arms are grasping the sheets below him, muscles flexing. He’ll most likely tear some good bedsheets tonight, if he keeps this up.

He goes down till he comes face to face with Peter’s dick, half hard, twitching, pretty and red. There’s a fine amount of hair at the top, but Peter shaves his body so it’s easier to wear spandex, so it’s mostly hairless everywhere else. Pressing a sweet kiss at the top, he drags his tongue down till it reaches the tip.

“W-Wade..”

“Relax, sweet thing,” he repeats.

He brings both down his hands to grip Peter from behind, feeling up his ass, the soft flesh so easy to squeeze. He feels a hand grip his head.

“D-don’t suck, please,” Peter begs, his eyes glossy and nose tinged red. Already? Well, Wade thinks, he’s not been orgasming for a while, so he’s bound to be sensitive. Doubled too with the enhanced mutation.

“As you wish,” he says, pressing more kisses on Peter’s pretty dick, but not taking it into his mouth, no matter how much he wants to. “We can try that another time, right, sweet thing?”

“Yeah..” Peter already sounds so wrecked. With just a few touches and bites and squeezes. He’s yet to show any animalistic trait, or grow fangs like some vampire and start draining Wade’s blood or some shit. Wade snickers as he coats his fingers with lube, keeping the packet next to Pete’s hip at the bed. Since Peter doesn’t want too much stimulation on his dick, he moves to snatch a shaking arm with his free hand. Circling Peter’s rim with lubed fingers, he begins to lick and bite at the slit on Peter’s wrist.

Peter cries out, almost arching his back with the force he uses to press his head into the pillow. Breathy pants and little whines bubble out of him so easily, and Wade slowly inserts a finger. It’s relatively easy to slide it in, and Wade did have suspicions Peter probably tried some of his own fingers in the shower because everything related to sex makes him anxious. Right now, he chooses to continue his spinneret play, drawing out the most delicious little noises from the boy underneath. His one finger becomes two, thrusting in and out easily.

Peter’s pants get breathier and higher, and soon he’s panting for more, little please, Wade’s and more, more! tumbling out of his pretty lips, bitten red. His hips thrusting down to meet Wade’s fingers eagerly, his dick now rock hard. Wade inserts the third finger the same time he lets his tongue lick through the slit on Pete’s wrist, making Peter release a small howl and tear up. He closes his eyes and pants. There’s saliva collecting at the corners of his mouth.

Wade continues to finger his boy open, murmuring little praises. Whispering “you’re doing so good, sweetheart,” and “taking my fingers so well, look at you, so gorgeous, all laid out for me.” Peter would keen and whimper and flush all over at every word, squirming beneath him.

When he hits the spot inside Peter with a quick thrust, his three fingers scissoring Peter’s hole, stretching it, the boy’s eyes snap open.

“Holy shit!” Wade yelps. The pupils in Peter’s eyes have dilated to almost nothing. There’s a strange glint shining within them that makes him look both ethereal and lethal, the eye being rimmed red emphasizing it. Wade doesn't stop fingering Pete, but he lowers himself down a little, and presses another kiss on Pete’s spinneret. The reaction is instant.

Peter opens his mouth and hisses. Then he immediately whimpers and looks away. “Wade..”

“Hush, shh,” Wade coos, traveling down to press kisses all over Peter’s face, his finger rubbing and pressing on the slit of Pete’s wrist, his other fingers stretching him open still. “You’re doing so well, baby boy, so fucking well. Don’t hide from me.”

“Wade…” Peter says once again, his face smashed into the pillow, his face no longer visible. Wade doesn’t like that, releasing the wrist to gently grasp Pete’s chin and make him look up. There’s a wet spot on the pillow where Peter had his face smashed in. For one, fear-filled second, Wade thinks Peter started crying. Then he realizes there’s a liquid dripping from Peter’s mouth. His eyes snap up and take in the heaving, blushing face.

The two canines at the side of Pete’s lovely mouth have elongated, sharpened. With his mouth parted as he panted, trails of a liquid slightly whiter than normal saliva drip from the newfound fangs. The fangs, which are only about an inch long, small and cute, but sharp and deadly, just like Peter. The venom it’s secreting slips through the corners of Peter’s mouth, but he sucks it back in and swallows. There are tears beginning to form in his eyes. Some spill over.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Wade says, kissing away the tears before they have a chance to reach the bottom of Pete’s chin. “Holy shit, Petey, you’re gorgeous, your little fangs are adorable, my love.”

Peter lets out a choked sob, saliva and venom mixing to create a steady stream of liquid to drip from his mouth. Wade takes the edge of the pillowcase and wipes away most of it.

“When are you going to fuck me?” Peter asks, voice breaking, when Wade is done.

“Why, can’t handle my fingers any longer?” Wade teases, emphasizing his point by thrusting rougher, stretching wider. The lewd squelching noises make Peter blush, but the continous fucking is making his eyes glaze over again, taking him under. Soon, Peter’s panting again, baring his sharp little fangs at Wade, even going as far as to hiss at him.

“You’re so fucking cute, even with three fingers up your ass and literally spitting out poison,” Wade sighs, “that sounded more romantic in my head.”

“Fuck me,” Peter demands.

“Oooh, baby boy’s got fangs.” Literally.

“Wade,” Peter grits out, slurping up venom and saliva, “Wade, enough!”

“Nuh-uh!” Wade ignores his own dick throbbing to be in Peter. He has loads of self control when it comes to poor Wade Jr.

“WADE!” Peter screams, and his eyes go full black for a second, before he lets out another hiss, and he once again bares his fangs, his nails digging into Wade’s arms.

At the next thrust to Peter’s prostate, Peter lets out a growl which—finally—sounds animalistic, and before Wade can even comprehend what’s happening, Peter springs into action. He leaps up, grabbing Wade’s shoulders and forcefully wrenching his fingers out of his hole and pushing him down onto the bed.

“Holy fucking shit,” Wade breathes, staring up at the growling, salivating Peter. His pupils fully black, his fangs bared wide open, venom dripping down to Wade’s chest.

The next second, Peter’s lowering himself onto Wade’s length, taking him quickly inch by inch. Wade groans at the tightness, Peter feels so fucking good wrapped around him, he reaches up to grab Peter’s hips, and thrusts upwards the moment Peter is seated. Peter howls at the same time Wade moans.

Peter stumbles forward into Wade’s chest, Wade bracketing him with his arms and thrusting his hips up to meet Peter’s ass, and Jesus Christ, is Peter the sweetest and sexiest thing he’s ever had. He can feel venom and saliva wetting his neck and chest, and Peter’s cries are high pitched and laced with arousal.

“Fuck.. fuck, Wade, oh my God,” he gasps, and he clutches Wade’s shoulders hard enough it could crack with just a little more force.

“Yeah, my little spider? You like that? Am I making you feel good?”

“Yeah, fuck yeah, you are, so good to me, God, breeding me so well…”

Wade almost loses the rhythm of his thrusts at Peter’s words, releasing a choked moan. Did Peter just say breeding? Is this the instinct thing he was talking about? Holy shit. Wade is so turned on he can barely fucking think. He’s got enough kinks to put about half the tags in AO3 to shame.

“Yeah? Want me to breed you, baby? Fuck little babies into you?” Should he have said eggs? Fuck.

“Yes, fuck, Wade, please, please!”

He flips them over, caging Peter once again, and begins a rough pace, both his hands reaching down to thumb at Peter’s spinnerets, pressing on them and massaging them. Peter genuinely starts crying then, and there’s so much fluid on his face, tears, venom and saliva, that he glistens. Peter’s a pretty crier. The wetness makes his cheek gleam and his lips pink and glossy, his eyes red and lovely, his lashes damp and long.

Soon enough, Peter snaps up to bite him. Wade’s sharp reflexes make him dodge easily, but an average person would have probably gotten his throat bitten out. Peter makes a high growling sound at the back of his throat, his eyes blazing with an intense fire. He pushes his head for momentum and snaps up again, and Wade finds himself dodging one more time. Peter going feral means one thing: he’s about to orgasm.

“Alright, Petey pie,” he says, grabbing Pete’s sexy long legs and bending them forward, making the knees touch his shoulders. Forcing Peter down by holding the boy’s hands onto his shoulders, he plays with the spinnerets as he begins to fasten his pace. The stimulation temporarily makes Peter forget his instinct to bite, crying and moaning as he drips venom down his neck.

“My feisty sweet thing, my favorite spider in the whole wide world, you’re so lovely like this, my feral baby boy,” Wade murmurs, and he feels his orgasm closing in, so he takes one hand down to grab Peter’s dick. Peter’s too gone to form words anymore, making high pitched cries and whimpers and low hissing noises and growls.

When they orgasm, it’s only a few seconds apart.

Wade doesn’t have much time to recover before he’s flipped again onto his back. Before he even takes a moment to adjust, his hand moves out into the table to snatch the metal gag. He looks up to see Peter on his lap, growling again, like a fucking possessed chihuahua. There’s cum splattered between their stomachs, venom dripping into it. By now Wade’s sure Peter’s produced enough venom to kill an entire elephant pack.

“Baby, I’m putting the gag on you now, because my Petey doesn’t want to bite me, and I gotta respect that, kay?” He waits for Peter to strike, and when the boy moves down with another cute hiss, his sharp little fangs bared, Wade stuffs the metal gag into his mouth, reaching up to quickly clasp it tight. Peter lets out an alarmed whine, already drooling through the gag, but doesn’f fight it as much as Wade expected him to.

But he still couldn’t bear watching the tears reform in Pete’s eyes and spill over. The poor thing is whimpering, staring up at him with weepy eyes.

“You did so good, baby boy,” he whispers, finally raising a hand to cup a damp cheek. Peter hisses and growls from his throat, but still leans into the touch. “So perfect.”

He brings Peter down to rest the boy on his chest, feeling it get wet with tears and venom and saliva.

“But you were right. No normal person could have survived that.” He shifts to pat Peter’s hair. There, there. “But that makes us super duper compatible. A perfect zodiac match. 100% Tinder matched. The INFP to my ENTP.”

He stiffens when he feels a sticky feeling on his naked chest. He looks down to see Peter creating a web with his spinnerets, slowly creating a nest, a cocoon on their bed. He’s still dripping venom.

“Hm, well. This won’t lead to any fatalities,” Wade says, watching his little spider weave web after web from his wrists, making the white cocoon large enough that soon it’s encompassing Wade’s entire 6”2 frame. Peter silently continues to make it bigger and softer, until it covers them both. He makes little chittering noises from the back of his throat, still whimpering and crying, as he does this, and Wade feels so endeared he could cry. Then he curls up on Wade’s chest, still gagged, still dripping, wet eyes still a deep black.

As they drift away into sleep, with Peter secure in Wade’s arms, Wade can’t help but let the warmth spread through his chest. Peter loves him. It’s evident in all his actions.

When Wade opens his eyes, it’s to the sound of ripping webs and his shoulders being shaken. He yawns out loud, and looks up, and it’s to Peter’s panicked face. Peter. His Peter. Normal, brown and doe-eyed Peter with cute non-lethal teeth and no venom. Though from the stickiness he feels on his chest, there’s plenty of venom, and other fluids everywhere on their skin. And also the gag in Peter’s mouth.

“Mmmphn!!!!” Peter whines, and Wade laughs.

“I quite prefer you this,” he says, moving to towards the drawer to fish the key out. He unlocks the gag and it falls out with an wet splat, followed by quite a big amount of venom and saliva. Their bed is wet almost everywhere, and they only now notice that some of the bedsheets have ripped. He taps Peter’s cheek softly. Peter blushes a dark red.

“Wade,” he mumbles, and wow, his voice wrecked from screaming and growling and getting fucked is a sound Wade is already falling in love with. “Did I hurt you?”

Wade can’t stop the snort of amusement from escaping. “With those tiny little things you call fangs? It would tickle me at most, baby. The only reason I didn’t let you bite me is because you didn’t want to. Also because we don’t know what it could do.”

“Hmm,” Peter hums, massaging his jaw. He’s looking around at the mess in the sheet with a sweet flush. “Maybe I should take a sample and test it.”

“Here comes the fucking scientist. I prefer Feral Horny Petey begging to be bred.”

“I did not!” Peter splutters, his face red to the ears. “That was the spider talking!”

“Mhm. Keep telling yourself that.”

Peter makes another choking noise and brings a hand up to hide his face. Wade scoots forward to press a kiss into his damp hair. Then he traces the dried cum on Peter’s stomach.

“See? No radioactive cum. That’s another universe, baby.”

Peter peeks out from between two fingers. “Yeah.” He looks at Wade, his face splitting into a full toothy grin that makes Wade’s mind and heart feel like unicorns and sunshine. “That was amazing. I… um,” he looks up shyly. “I’d love to do it again.”

“And if those aren’t the magic words,” Wade sings. “I’d be honored.” He watches Peter wince as he gets out of bed, his pale body littered with red patches, which would probably heal in a few hours.

“I can’t believe you’ve been denying yourself this for so long. Do you know what that means?”

“What?” Peter asks, making his way to the washroom.

“A lot of catching up to do, baby boy!”

“Keep trying and maybe one day I’ll let you use the cuffs!” Peter calls out, before shutting the bathroom door, leaving Wade to grin like an idiot in the mess they made on their own bed.

The future is bright and kinky.

Notes:

Peter forms fangs which secrete venom when he’s about to cum, and tries to bite Wade and inject him with it. wade restrains him by gagging him with a metal gag. then peter makes a tiny web for them to sleep in. peter also has spinnerets in this.

peter: i could /kill/ u!!!!

wade: ok

peter, during sex: *hiss* *tiny fangs* 😠

wade: this could kill me. with its cuteness.

i didn’t put much thought into why peter has these traits i just wrote this shit in 24 hours 😭

i guess this is the part in the authors note where i say haha guys i’m actually scared of spiders irl but like. they don’t. they’re chill.

anyway, hope you enjoyed this!! i’d appreciate kudos and comments ^___^!!!!

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Bakugou, Shinsou, Todoroki, Dabi and Shigaraki checking out their s/o

Request: Pretty pls hcs for Shinsou, Shoto, Dabi, Shigaraki, and Bakugou getting caught checking out their s/o? thank you! - anonymous

Pretty boys you’ve got there sweet anon. Pretty boys with a capital P. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

rules

warning: some suggestive thoughts, swearing

Bakugou Katsuki

-Bakugou doesn’t like showing his feelings. 

-Like to no one. 

-Not even to you sometimes.

-So when you started to officially date you understood why he would want to keep our relationship a secret.

-He was good at keep it that way.

-Like really good.

-You got no extra attention or special treatment, he never lost his poker face around you and would never NEVER stare at you.

-So you never really checked on him to see if his eyes wondered to ...places. 

-Today your skirt had ridden up your thighs while you were bouncing around the room along side Mina.

-Your favorite band was coming near you guys since they were on tour and you both were ecstatic. 

-The skin of your thighs looked so soft and plum who wouldn’t stare?

-You did mind when people stared at you but now dealing with your excitement was a priority. 

-Your boyfriend had gotten excited by something else though. 

-His eyes were glued to your thighs, his red orbs following your every movement.

-Kaminari and Kirishima were telling him something about Mineta but he couldn’t focus on them. 

-His head was constantly turned to you to the point that Kaminari had to shake his shoulder to get him to look at them.

- “Yo what are you looking at?”

-His head was again turned to you his eyes widening only by a fraction while he mumbled something to the two boys. 

-Kaminari followed his gaze and his own jaw dropped for a moment before a smirk formed on his face. 

- “Well he IS drooling over Y/N like a dog.....”

-At the sound of your name on Kami’s lips, Bakugou’s attention was fully on the boys his right eye twitching at the comment. 

-He let out a snarl and raised his hand creating a few small explosions. 

- “And what if I am drooling sparky boy?? She wouldn’t mind me looking anyways.” 

- “And why is that Bakubro?”

-His smirk widened as he said proudly. 

- “Because she’s my fucking girlfriend.”

-Way to be secretive Bakugou.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Baby doesn’t want to show his true emotions to the outside world. 

-Heart been broken too many times.. *isn’t that how the meme goes?*

-He shows it to you because you are HIS and he adores you. 

-He knows you won’t hurt him so he gives you his all.

-Such a sweetheart OMG!!!!!!!

-While you two are in school grounds there is not many things that would indicate that you two are together. 

-People would have to watch closely to see the sings of your relationship. 

-How he sits really close to you during lunch. 

-How you tend to come to school sporting his hoodie during cold days. 

-It’s all cute and fluffy but so so on the down low. 

-Yall are out on a date and you decided to go to the arcade.

-You convinced him to have a dance off with you and now you are both sweaty and panting while you are jumping up and down to the rhythm of ‘Party anthem”. 

-Shisnou kinda gave up after a while and he is now just staring at you. 

-You on the other hand are giving it your all trying to get everything right. 

-You are sweaty and feeling gross which is not cute at all since you are on a date but he promised you ice cream if you beat him with a significant difference. 

-You are not letting this slide. 

-Hitoshi’s eyes are on your chest that is em...going along with your jumping. 

-He is stuck and he is already dreading that you’ll look at him and call him out.

-But he can’t stop. 

-He really wishes you were at your dorm right now, the things he would do. 

-His blush is getting darker as his thoughts are getting dirtier by the minute until the music stops and you are left panting. 

-There’s another thing to add to the list of things to add to his small fantasy. 

-You notice that he has been silent for some time now and you try to meet his eyes but you see where they are glued. 

-Waltzing up to him you leave a kiss to his cheek and another right under his ear, making him shiver. 

- “Stop being so dirty we will be back soon.” 

-Winking you walked out of the arcade leaving a very turned on Shinsou behind. 

Todoroki Shouto 

-Baby boy is slow.

-Yall aren’t together yet.

-He really can’t understand what is going on whenever you enter the room.

-His heart starts to race, his palms get sweaty and he has a weird tendency to smile. 

-He wants to be the reason you are laughing. 

-He wants to talk to you non stop.

-He wants to be around you 25/8, 366 days a year. 

-But he doesn’t understand why this is happening so he just plain out ignores it. 

-You have a massive crush on him so it kinda hurts when he doesn’t take any hints. 

-You dress up just a little bit while you are out with your friend group since he is part of it. 

-You cook for him.

-You offer help or ask for help with studies.

-But nothing. 

-You were chilling in the common room.

-You were spread out on the couch, your t-shirt exposed your stomach as you were hanging half off the actual couch and just a pair of short shorts underneath. 

-Shoto was coming back from his father’s agency, his nerves were everywhere and his mind wouldn’t shut you out. 

-Your soothing voice was there when his father yelled at him that afternoon and even though you weren’t there you helped him get through the day.

-So when the poor thing walked through the door and was met with you hanging off the couch in such a suggestive position, his mind ran wild. 

-He couldn’t stop the blush that irrupted on his face as his cheeks and ears became the same color as his scar. 

-He almost choked on his spit when you giggled at something on your phone. 

-Midoriya came through the door next and was shocked when he saw his friend beat red and eyes wide. 

- “Todoroki-kun are you alright?”

- “She’s hot- It’s IT’S hot in here.”

-You turned at his voice, sitting up as your shorts rode up your thighs ever so slightly. 

-Todoroki saw and he couldn’t take it any longer, covering his red face with his hand as he mumbled a small ‘excuse me’ and left the room. 

-He certainly had an image that would get him through the night.....

Dabi

-Salty boy™.

-Him and Tsukishima would have been best buds I swear. 

-He is VERY vocal about his attraction to you. 

-Like legit non stop flirting even after you are exclusive.

-Compliments, dirty remarks, dirty promises, dirty actions, dirty dirty dirty things in general. 

-He won’t hesitate to make a dirty remark in front of the rest of the league. 

-He has NO shame whatsoever. 

-Look he finally grew the balls to make you HIS okay?

-He wants to show off. 

-But he knows when to not look at you like he wants to devour you. 

-He is respectful of Kurogiri so he isn’t a horny bastard while he is around. 

-But one day he slipped. 

-His hold on his horniness snapped. 

-Poor guy. 

-Actually scratch that poor you, you are the one who is gonna get it rough later so yeah. 

-You had just returned from a mission that had gone sideways.

-Your clothes were ripped and your pants were half burned off. 

-Your pretty face had smudges on it and you looked exhausted. 

-Immediately you went to take a shower not letting Dabi ogle at you.

-When your shower was over you came back downstairs and order a strong drink, rubbing your temples in an attempt to ease your headache. 

-Your hair was wet and sticking to your shirt making it wet and Dabi could SENSE that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

-That’s his sixth sense. 

-The shirt was black so nothing showed. 

-That’s why you couldn’t understand why Dabi was giving you that smirk and glancing down your shirt. 

-You rolled your eyes at him and shoved him away from you only for him to grip your waist and set you on his lap. 

-He left a kiss on your neck and smirked as you shivered. 

-His eyes were right on your chest since he could see EVERYTHING from this angle.

-That’s when Kurogiri stepped back in the room, the drink you ordered in hand. 

-He almost YEETED you off of him as a blush bloomed on the few patches of unscathed skin that he had. 

-Kurogiri *being the Nomu he is IFHOQOASB I RUINED IT* didn’t really respond to the position you were in. 

-He just gave you your drink and went back to polishing the shot glasses. 

-Dabi wanted to crawl into a whole and die even though Kurogiri said nothing. 

-Poor guy every thought and scenario he made about that night was out the window. 

-He cuddled you to drown his shame. 

-Bastard..........

Shigaraki Tomura

-I dare you to try and make him check you out in public. 

-Sure he might stare at you ass in the DIM LIT bar yall are staying in but that’s just because no one can see his eyes. 

-He is beyond shy when it comes to these matters and unlike Dabi even after you are together he wouldn’t stare at you like a crazy person. 

-He is very very careful with his glances and calculates when would be the right time to stare. 

-Meetings are easy.

-You all are sitting down so how hard could it be to keep his horny side in check?

-Well most of the time is easy. 

-You are usually wearing your civilian clothes which are very casual and comfy. 

-Nothing is showing and nothing really makes him want to rip your clothes off. 

-He wants to cuddle at the sight. 

-The problem appears when one day you had to go out on a mission and were called into an emergency meeting by Shiggy. 

-Your costume is um... sexy to say the least. 

-Everything you are wearing is hugging your body in all the right places and the mask you wear shades your eyes just right. 

-You look seductive as hell. 

-Shiggy rarely sees you in your villain costume. 

-He sees you while you are getting ready and might make a comment or go for a quick round. 

-But now it was unexpected. 

-He didn’t remember you were to go on a mission. 

-Totally forgot. 

-So when you come down and since all the seats are taken you have to stay standing, Shiggy is in trouble. 

-His eyes won’t leave your thighs and he can’t really form coherent words.

-Dabi is drooling over you and so is Toga. 

-They keep pointing out how good you look and how sexy your costume makes you. 

-More than you already are. 

-Shigaraki has to really one up his self control and not cancel  the meeting and drag you to the nearest closet. 

-He’s so disoriented during the meeting. 

-Kurogiri points it out after the meeting ended and you left for your mission. 

-Shiggy had the darkest blush the LoV had ever seen and he had to leave the room. 

-Took a cold shower afterwards. 

-Waits for you like a lost puppy..... which turns feral once you step into the room. 

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dusky pink.

plot: you’re called in for an emergency photoshoot, not really knowing what to expect, things can surprise you. part 2!

A/N: holy moly this is the most i’ve written! glad i got back in a mood. this is for the anon that asked about a model!au earlier, i hope you like it. 

taglist: @iamdorka​ @no-shxt-sherl​ @bakerkells​ @findingmyth​ @rosegoldrichie​

When you had gotten an emergency casting call from Galore Magazine, you hadn’t expected all this. YBeing an established model, you were  known for your unique photoshoots and uprising through runway walks. You had been in the industry for almost a full year now, feeling like a veteran when you were constantly being booked by different agencies. 

Galore Magazine was one of your first employers. They had allowed you to explore your creative side while posing for the camera, launching what the industry called your “brand.” You had developed a strong, personal relationship with the executive assistant of the magazine, and she would always offer you jobs when you felt like you needed something to do in order to keep busy. 

-

The phone call came in at 3am, disrupting a night out. You had immediately picked up, walking to the outside of a club after seeing her name flash on the screen. Within minutes, in a slightly tipsy haze, you had agreed to a two-day long shoot, confirming that you would be able to fly out in a few hours. 

The alcohol had settled into your bloodstream when you rushed to your apartment, throwing clothes into a duffel bag. The flight you were supposed to be on was scheduled to leave soon, and you knew that check-ins were going to be a bitch, so you grabbed a bagel from the 24/7 corner deli before setting off to get to the airport. 

It was only after you had settled into the airplane seat that you realized you weren’t exactly sure what you had said yes to. The alcohol from last night had drained out, leaving you with a pounding headache and you grimaced as the plane started lifting off. Pulling out your phone, you texted the editor of Galore, shamelessly asking what you had signed up for the night before. 

There were a few emojis exchanged and then finally, you got the creative plan for the shoot. It was supposed to be a Romeo-and-Juliet aesthetic, inspired by the 90s Leonardo DiCaprio version. You grinned, remembering how fully obsessed you were with that movie in your teenage years. The vibes had always seemed so beautiful, popping shadows and gold chains, it was something you were eager to emulate. 

As you read through the notes, you realized that they had a rapper coming in to play as Romeo. This threw you off, there was a certain way you modeled and when collaborating with others, you liked to be prepared beforehand. It wasn’t anything bad necessarily, you just liked to know your partners so that you could tweak your methods to their needs better. You took a breath before opening up Google to search up “Machine Gun Kelly.” 

There were a shit-ton of articles to sort through, mostly relating to his new album release, “bloom.” Scrolling through the different new posts, you bit your lip. He seemed nice enough,a few things catching your eye straight off the bat. The tattoos that lined his skin were amazing, creating a tinge of jealousy as you looked at all of them. Tattoos were your weakness, having about ten smaller ones yourself. This was going to be interesting.

-

Landing at the airport, you caught a Lyft straight to the set. Since this was an emergency fill-in, you didn’t have time to do much else, sighing as the Galore studio came into view. You loved being in California, the sun shining down on you, cobbled streets, lazing living and you really wanted to enjoy all of it. 

Right away, the front desk assistant shuffled you off to the hair and make-up room. The team had a very specific vision to execute and you smiled as their creation came to life. Putting on a natural, dewy look, you sat up straight, trying to make this process as easy as possible for everyone.

 Picking up tweezers, they aligned gems under your eyes, making the color pop. Lightly dusting some shimmery powder on your cheek, they moved on to your hair. Straightening it, they applied some sleeking oils before tying it back a little. All of a sudden, one of the top makeup executives came rushing in, holding a swatch of eyeshadow. 

“Put this on her! And make sure her lip color matches. Let’s go, hurry it up,” he clapped, throwing the palate to the artist working on you. You shut your eyes, letting fingers run over your eyelids. The color was a dusky pink and as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you felt good. 

Applying some Vaseline on your lips before the pink gloss, you pursed your mouth together, blowing a kiss at the mirror. Glancing up, you caught the eye of someone standing behind you. 

Turning around, you looked up to see none other than Machine Gun Kelly, leaning against the doorway. His makeup seemed to be already done, matching the glow of yours. His hair was done up, looking soft and sharp at the same time. There was a scar on his cheek, cut open and you saw the eyeshadow shade splotched around it, creating dusky pink on top of his cheekbone. He was smiling at you and you felt a blush start to rise on your cheeks. 

“Promise I’m not that cocky. Ever,” you muttered, trying to avoid his warm gaze. 

“Cockiness is sexy,” he laughed, leaning over to reach out a hand, “I’m Kells.”

“Y/N,” you responded, giving him a loose handshake. 

“Oh c’mon, I know you can shake harder than that,” he grinned, gripping the tips of your fingers in his hand. 

“I mean, I could. But why would I want to?” you responded cheekily. Raising his eyebrows, he smirked, dropping your hand. 

“HEY YOU TWO! GET INTO COSTUME,” the executive assistant shouted as she passed by. Walking behind you, she leaned in to whisper, “Looks like someone’s getting along,” before going on her way. Feeling the blush climb just a little higher, you got up off the chair. 

“Costumes that way,” you murmured, pointing down the hall as Kells followed behind you.

 “So, you know a lot about Galore?” he asked and you smiled thinking of all the memories you had in these very rooms. 

“Yeah, they gave me my first big break yanno? I’ve been eternally indebted to them since,” you explained, letting your fingers trail over the walls covered in autographs. 

“Wow, big ups to you. Most people forget where they come from, glad to see you sticking to your roots,” he spoke as you turned into the room. 

“Mhm,” you whispered, immediately getting distracted by the racks that hung around the room. Colors popped out from every corner, complementing the golden shades on your faces. Reaching out to touch one of the satin shirts, you felt Kells nudge your elbow from behind. 

“I don’t think we’re supposed to touch those,” he murmured, nodding to the sign that the costume designer had hung up. 

“They’re beautiful, I have to. Fuck the rules,” you muttered, picking up one of the hangers off the rack. 

He gave you a look before mumbling, “That’s what I like to hear,” and then both of you were grabbing hangers, pulling clothes off of the racks. 

“Where do we change?” he asked, hands bunching up the expensive silky shirts. You knew the changing stations were next door, but you didn’t want to really walk over. 

Looking up at Kells, you smirked before going, “Right here?”

“Oh? Don’t have to tell me twice,” he said, throwing the shirts on one of the chairs in the room. Reaching to pull over his white t-shirt, he laughed, seeing your gaze on his bare torso. 

“Sorry, I um, haven’t seen so many tattoos on somebody,” you stuttered out, hands itching to reach across and touch. 

“I think that’s what they all say,” he said, running his tongue against his teeth. 

“Shut up, get naked,” you scoffed, turning around to hide the red of your cheeks.

 Pulling off your top, you reached for the first shirt you had grabbed, a deep blue button down. It wasn’t meant for you, reaching down to the tops of your thighs as you closed one of the lower buttons. The shoot was going to be in lingerie anyway, and you knew Kells would see your body, so there wasn’t any reason to hide it right now. Turning around, you presented yourself, throwing up jazz hands. 

He guffawed, palms reaching up to cover his mouth. Widening your eyes, you leaned over, putting your hands on top of his. 

“Stop, are you trying to get caught?” you shushed him, looking at the door for the costume director to walk in at any minute. 

“I’m sorry, you just look great, I. I can’t even come up with words,” he snickered as you moved your hands back. 

Flipping him off, you took a step back, admiring his look. He was wearing a deep pink suit, jacket open to reveal all his tattoos, pants tailored to his exact body shape. Looking him up and down, you wet your lips, tongue reaching out involuntary. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly a shout came through the door. “What is going ON? Y/N you know better,” came rushing out of the mouth of the director. Snapping at you, she pointed over to a rack filled with satin lingerie. 

“Get the white one on now. Take this shit off,” she said, reaching for the blue shirt you’d done up. Huffing, you shrugged it off, before walking over to the clothes for you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see her fussing over Colson’s fit, playing around with the buttons on his jacket. 

Shrugging off your sweatpants, you pulled on the white outfit. It fell to the bottom of your legs, slits done meticulously to show off your legs. The lace on it was beautiful, and you hesitated before stepping back around, suddenly getting a little bundle of nerves in your belly. 

“Perfect! Come here,” she muttered, reaching for something on the table. Picking up a set of angel wings, she turned you around, snapping them over your back. 

You saw Kells staring at you from his spot by the door, and the heat in his eyes was unmistakable. The bundle turned into a flutter and you swallowed, trying to calm yourself down. This was just going to be another shoot, nothing special. 

-

Oh how wrong you were. Right off the bat, the director asked you both to go across the street, in the mansion they had booked for the day. This was your first time exploring and you had quietly marveled in the grandeur of it all. There was a high wall, taller than you were, but coming to right around Colson’s chin. The director lifted you up, and then you were posing on top of the wall, bare legs soaking in the sun as Colson played with your hand, standing right below you.

For the first few shots, you looked out in the distance, trying not to catch his eyes. It had gotten intimidating to make eye contact, especially now that you were in the headspace of Juliet. After a couple of takes, you got pulled aside, softly told to “Act like you’re in love, dammit,” and then popped back up on the wall. 

Taking a breath, you steadied yourself as Colson put your palm in his, and made eye contact, softly smiling as he looked up at you. The pose felt like forever, eyes boring into each other, and then the director shouted, “Amazing! Ok next,” and you were being pulled down into the next area. 

-

A few solo photos later, they put you back on the wall. Colson stood in between your bare legs, leaning into you. His arms braced on either side of your hips. The close proximity made you nervous, and you let out a soft laugh as his hair brushed against your cheek.

“Shhh,” he whispered, barely moving his mouth. 

“You shhh,” you whispered back, leaning your shoulder against his.

 Instead of responding, he simply reached his hand over, putting it slightly over yours. Tapping his thumb against the back of your hand, he slowly moved it into a stroke and you pulled your legs together instinctively, forgetting he was in between them. 

You saw the smirk build in his face and you let out a breath, trying to not let him get to you. 

“What’s wrong,” he murmured, still moving his thumb agonizingly slow on your hand. Nudging him with your thigh, you tried to shut him up as the camera flashed. 

“Done. Okay, both of you. Take a break, go change. We need to get a few more shots in before the sun goes down,” the photographer shot out and you pushed Kells back a little, throwing him a grin before sauntering back to the studio. 

-

Switching into the green lingerie suit, you looked at yourself in the mirror. This one was a smaller one-piece and you glanced at your booty, making sure it looked good for the pictures. Pulling the suit up a little, you admired the way the lace cupped your boobs, perfectly covering your nipples. Picking up a towel from nearby, you wrapped it around before crossing back over to the mansion. 

Kells was standing there in the blue shirt from earlier, and you let out a laugh, seeing the perfect way it hung off of him. You reached up, adjusting his collar, smiling as you saw him gulp. 

“I think you look better in this,” you murmured, fingers delicately running right over his neck. 

Stepping back before he could respond, you took off your towel, putting it on the desk nearby. Turning back around, you saw his face, eyes eagerly running up and down your exposed body. 

“I think you’d look better in nothing,” he mumbled, hand rubbing at his chin. You felt yourself get warmer at his comment, and you threw a wink at him, before walking over to the director who was setting up a beautiful red car. 

“Game plan?” you asked, clapping your hands together. 

-

Ten minutes later, you were balancing on Kells’ thigh as he sat on the car’s hood. One leg hitched over him, the other extended as you stood straight. You pressed your torso against his, arching into him, throwing your head back so you could bare your neck. 

Placing both hands on his chest, you laughed as the director yelled at Colson, placing him into position. He wrapped a hand around your back and you felt yourself naturally lean into the touch. His other hand came to rest on your bare thigh, pressing in slightly, fingers barely there. He looked straight at you, and you feel your heartbeat pulse as the camera started clicking. 

“Y/N! Wrap your arms around his neck. Yes, now look right over at the camera,” came the shouts from the director. Colson pulled you closer, bringing the arm around your waist closer. He turned to face the camera too and you watched the director falter for a second before rushing over to take the picture. 

“Holy fuck! That was incredible,” she yelled from behind the screen, and you giggled, letting your head fall on his shoulder. 

-

“Y/n, you’re free to go for tonight,” the executive director said, pointing around the rest of the crew to pick up different set pieces. You nodded, grabbing your duffel bag as you turned to face her real quick, “Uh, what about Kells?” 

He was across the room, getting more eyeshadow dusted onto his cut, typing away on his phone. The director looked over at him, before looking at you, eager to get away with him. 

Rolling her eyes, she went, “Listen, I need him for a few more shots tonight, but he’ll be done in half an hour if you wanna hang around. I know Gina’s been dying to catch up with you.”

Grinning, you dropped your bag on the seat. Pulling your hair up into a ponytail, you walked past Colson to the hair station. Gina had been the first friend you’d made modeling and she was incredible at her job, a creative visionary when it came to not only styling hair, but keeping it protected when crazy things were happening too. 

Leaving the room, you heard Colson go, “Hey, wait where’s Y/N going?” and you smiled, knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling the heat building between the two of you. As you got out of earshot, you could still hear the director yelling, “Don’t get your panties in a twist!” and you almost walked smack into Gina herself, snickering at his panic. 

-

Half an hour later, you were clinging onto Gina’s words as she told you the latest horror story of a terrible famous client. She had broke out a bottle of rosé, sipping on bubbles while you picked at the platter of fruits you had stolen from the front desk. There was a knock on the door, and you hopped off of the counter, pulling it open. Kells stood there, back in his regular clothes, Converse knocking against each other as he stumbled a little. 

“Hey,” he mumbled. 

You lifted your cup up, taking another sip, raising your eyebrows, urging him to continue by nodding slightly. 

“So, I’m kinda stuck in the area for the next two days for this terrible photoshoot I’m doing with this horrible girl -” he started, and you interrupted him, choking on the rosé as it hit the back of your throat, laughing. 

“Sorry, uh, you were talking about this awful girl?” you continued, getting most of it out of your system. 

“Right, yeah. Would you wanna get dinner with me?” he finished, making that eye contact again, creating a warm fuzz in your tummy. 

“Yeah, yes. Yeah,” you blurted out, rosé and nerves rumbling within you. 

“You said that already,” he grinned as you went over to pick up your bag. 

“Shut up,” you grinned back, trying to hide your smile. 

“Bye Gins, I’ll catch you tomorrow,” you said, leaning in for a hug. Kissing your cheek, she whispered in your ear, “Get some please. I need to know, for science,” and you let out a belly-laugh before following Colson out the door as he waved goodbye. 

It was all in the name of science right? No harm, no foul.

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Something’s Different About You Lately - Chapter 2

The three archival assistants engage in some highly unprofessional office gossip, showing a lack of respect for the esteemed academic institution that employs them.

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“He’s going to fire me, I just know it.”

Martin sat miserably at his desk - head down, hands at his temples, trying in vain to banish the tension headache forming behind his eyes. Tim leaned over him, casually tossing one of Martin’s little desk toys from hand to hand. It was a stress ball shaped like a Snorlax, and had done very little to reduce Martin’s stress of late.

“Don’t really think that adds up,” Tim said, “why start being friendly if he’s planning to fire you? And wouldn’t he have, y’know, done it by now?”

“Elias, then. He’s going to fire me and Jon knows about it, so he’s acting nice to soften the blow.” Martin pulled at his hair, dragging a few messy curls down over his face. “Or - - or else he’s just happy I’ll be gone soon. Either way.”

“Or, here’s a thought - -” Tim reached over and set the stress ball down on the desk, about an inch from Martin’s nose. “He’s just decided to be nice. Something nice is actually happening to Martin Blackwood but he can’t accept it, because he’s got worms in his brain.”

Martin glared tiredly up through his hands. “I did ask you to stop with the worm jokes, Tim.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Tim put his hands up. “But that’s a thought, right? He probably just feels bad that you, y’know. . . got attacked by a stalker and her army of flesh eating parasites?”

There was some sense in that, Martin had to admit. It hadn’t been long after his encounter with Prentiss that he’d begun to notice changes in the things Jon said and did. Some of them were nice enough - he snapped a lot less, for one thing. He didn’t grumble and complain over little things Martin did or forgot to do, at least not where Martin could hear it. But other things were just baffling. He seemed to ask after Martin a whole lot more. He’d make strange comments and look at Martin like he expected him to laugh. And more than once, Martin had turned around to catch Jon staring at him with an expression that he couldn’t make heads or tails of. It left him feeling scrutinized. As if it was just a matter of time before he slipped up somehow, made some mistake that would upend his life even more.

Oh yes, and then there was the incident two weeks ago when he’d nearly smashed Jon’s head in with a wrench, and he’d said it was fine and they shouldn’t worry about it. Martin almost had a heart attack with that one. And then, then Jon said to call him if he thought he heard something at night? What did that even mean? Was he concerned that his employee would be making frivolous 999 calls from the institute every time he heard the floor creak if he didn’t keep him from it?

If so, well . . . he probably wasn’t far from right, to be honest. Martin had been doing his best to keep it to himself, but he'd been pretty badly wound up lately. Especially at night, when everyone else was gone and it was just him and a thousand files filled with spooky stories to keep him company. And there was always that sensation of eyes on the back of his neck, no matter how many times he told himself that no one else was there.

To say nothing of the creepy noises. It was an old building, and everything creaked at night. The pipes were especially bad, the uncanny susurration of rushing water that through the walls at night. He tried to ignore it, even block it out with music. But as the long, empty nights wore on, it always crept back into his mind. His sleep-deprived brain making it sound like muffled, unintelligible voices. As if there was something just beyond the walls whispering or singing to him. It made him feel sick inside.

He really needed to get better sleep.

Still. If Jon just felt sorry for Martin after everything that had happened, it would at least explain why he was grumbling less and hovering more. Really, Martin should be enjoying the better treatment while it lasted, because he doubted it would stay for long. Jon probably wasn’t going to ever actually like him. But if Martin could gain some ground with his new boss out of pity, well. That was something, wasn’t it? Better than being hated. And despite everything, he still really needed this job.

Tim’s eyes suddenly widened. He gripped Martin’s arm and smiled brightly, looking over his shoulder to the door.

“Hiya boss,” he called, “how’s decoding Gertrude’s filing system going?”

Martin turned to see Jon enter, a rueful smile on his face.

“It’s a challenge,” he said. “I’m afraid it will be some time before we can expect any progress.”

“We really should come up with a name for it,” Tim replied. “Creepy Card Catalog? Dewey Decimal of the Damned? Oh! How about Old Lady Robinson’s Disaster-o-pedia?”

“‘Disaster’ is certainly appropriate.” Jon's tone was neutral, but he didn't hide his smile. He turned to Martin, setting a mug in front of him. “I ah, I’ve noticed you’re always making tea for the rest of us, Martin. I thought it might be nice if someone else brought you a cup.”

It was the mug that Tim had bought Martin as a gag gift shortly after they’d started working in the archive. The one with a black and white pattern that looked like a Jersey cow, with a pink three-dimension udder sticking out of the side. Martin looked at it, then back at Jon who was smiling expectantly.

“Oh. . . thanks?” Martin smiled back, a little awkwardly. “That’s nice of you.”

Jon’s smile widened. It widened a lot, actually. His whole practically face lit up and it was way too much, and it was weird. Maybe Jon didn’t hear people call him nice very often?

"Least I can do. Given, ah - -" Jon hesitated, as if trying to remember what he was supposed to be grateful for. "Well. Given how hard you've been working, I suppose."

“What, nothing for me?” Tim teased.

“Ah . . . I didn’t think to--” Jon frowned, an expression of mild distress on his face. “But I could? I’ll just be a moment.”

Jon turned back towards the break room, and it was clear that even Tim was startled by that reaction. He’d obviously been joking, setting Jon up for a retort or an excuse to complain. It’s what he'd have normally responded with.

“See?” Martin gestured to where Jon had been standing. “That’s weird, right? That’s not just being friendly, it’s . . . I don’t know what it is. It’s an entire personality change.”

“Hmm. Yeah.” Tim blinked at the doorway. “He’s definitely planning to kill you.”

“Don’t joke about that either.” Martin groaned, rubbing his brow. The stress headache had not left, and he doubted it was going to any time soon.

“It starts with tea.” Tim continued, feigning a solemn tone. “Then, bit by bit, he’ll begin slipping you teeny tiny amounts of poison. Once you’re too weak to fight back or run, bam. Briefcase full of snakes.” He shook his head. “The perfect crime.”

"Come on."

"Snakes can't talk, Martin. That means no witnesses."

Martin sighed and reached for the mug. Whatever was going on, he supposed he was at least getting tea that he didn’t have to make. As he took a sip, a familiar flavor bloomed on his tongue and he choked in surprise.

“Yikes.” Tim looked at him with concern. “Is his tea that bad?”

“No . . . no it’s - -” Martin set the mug down, coughing a little, and wiped his mouth. “There’s jam in it. Strawberry jam.”

“Seriously?” Tim wrinkled his nose. “Who puts jam in tea?”

“I do! Sometimes . . . .”

“And you have the nerve to call anybody else weird?”

“I like it! It’s sweet and - - and anyway that’s not the point.” Martin frowned. “How does he know that? I know I never mentioned it.”

“Eh. He remembers strange things sometimes.” Tim shrugged. “He’ll forget that you had to show him how to use the copier, but he’ll rattle off a thousand details about how it works. He’s probably got an encyclopedic knowledge of how everyone in the institute likes their tea.”

At that moment, Jon’s head appeared back in the doorway. “Tim. I forgot to ask. Do you take sugar or milk?”

“Oh, you know it’s both.” Tim grinned, pointing in Jon’s direction.

Jon nodded and ducked back out. Martin looked at Tim, who shrugged.

“Listen,” he said. “I’ve known Jon a lot longer than you. And one thing I can say about him is this - he’s a prick, but he’s not an asshole.”

“What does that even mean?” Martin sighed, picking up the mug again.

“It means . . . he’s just sort of like that,” Tim gestured vaguely towards the door. “He’s insensitive, and kind of snobby, and when he’s in a bad mood he makes it everyone else’s problem. But he’s not mean-spirited. Most of the time I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it, honestly.”

“Realize it or not,” Martin muttered into his tea - - which damn it, was delicious and he was going to enjoy it regardless. “It’s not very nice being on the other end of it.”

“Oh, absolutely.” Tim smirked. “Like I said, he’s a total prick. But I don’t think he wants to be mean. And he doesn’t like thinking he’s hurt someone. You want to know my guess?”

“. . . Sure.”

“The whole worm thing made him take a look at how he’s been acting, especially with you,” Tim said. “And now he feels guilty. Covertly figuring out your awful, deviant tea preferences is probably his way of trying to make amends.”

“Mmm.”

Martin tapped Tim’s arm and looked at the door, which he’d been watching more closely ever since the first interruption. Jon appeared with a second cup of tea, this one in a mug that read “Over Sixty and Still Sexy!” in pink bubble letters.

“Here we are,” he handed it to Tim, looking pleased with himself.

“Thanks, chief.” Tim snapped his fingers. “Oh, hey! Almost forgot, I followed up on Statement 0162102. The woman in Sussex who saw a manifestation in her backyard? You know. The one with the uncanny, owl-like features?”

“Oh.” Jon raised an eyebrow. “What did you find?”

“Well. I looked up her address and as it turns out she lives half a mile from an owl sanctuary.”

“Ah.”

“Went to investigate like you said. Really nice old lady. He scones were a little dry, but she had all sorts of interesting knickknacks that she wanted to show me.”

“Sounds profoundly fascinating.”

“Anyway, I managed to tear myself away long enough to check out the yard. Shockingly enough, found some owl pellets there. So, stop me if you’ve heard this one, but--�� he clicked his tongue loudly. “Think maybe she saw an owl?”

Jon smirked. “Another one for the discredited section.”

“That thing’s filling up fast.” Tim observed.

“Quite unsurprising, all thing considered.” Jon sighed, feigning disappointment, badly disguising how smug he was about it. Given his attitude towards the paranormal, Martin expected he believed that every statement should go straight into that pile. “Still. Progress is progress, and elimination is a form of progress on its own. I’ll let you know when I have something new for you.”

“Sure thing. Still waiting for my chance to unmask the creepy old mill owner trying to scare those meddling kids off his property.”

Jon laughed, sharp and loud, before catching himself and putting a hand over his mouth. There was something in his expression when he looked at Tim that Martin couldn’t quite place, and he found himself wondering if Jon had any interest in men. If so, it would make sense for him to be interested in Tim. Everyone was interested in Tim.

“Yes, well. I’d best be going,” he added hastily, nodding at Tim and then Martin. “Work to do. Good afternoon.”

Off he went again, ducking through the door and heading back towards his office. Tim turned to Martin once Jon was out of earshot.

“See?” he said, sipping his tea. “Deep down, the man’s a teddy bear.”

“Hmnn.” Martin fiddled with the handle on his mug. “Well. You and Sasha have known him for longer.”

“We were a duo of infamous murderers in a past life,” Tim said, “and now we’re being punished for it.”

“I suppose if you guys think this is normal for him - -”

He was interrupted by the loud thunk as Sasha appeared beside them, setting a box full of files down on the desk next to his. She looked at them both and smiled brightly.

“Oh, are we talking about how weird Jon’s been lately?” she asked. “Because he’s acting super weird, don’t let this guy over here tell you differently.”

“Right? Thank you!” Martin exhaled, relieved.

Tim gave Sasha an annoyed look. “Thanks, Sash.”

“Welcome, Tim!”

“It’s tough for me to say this," Tim leaned back, shaking his head, "but I’m honestly not sure that we can trust him anymore.” 

“Jon?” Sasha asked.

“No, Martin,” he made a show of putting a hand over his mouth, loudly whispering. “I found out he’s got this weird jam thing going on. Highly suspicious.”

“It’s not even that unusual!” Martin gesturing towards Tim. “See, he thinks Jon just feels guilty because I almost got murdered by worms.”

“Well, sure. I could believe that was it if he was just being less of a grouch. But there’s other things.” Sasha leaned in, lowering her voice. “I was talking to Cora today about some of the things in artifact storage? Jon overheard as he was walking by and he got . . . oddly upset. Went off on a whole rant about how there was nothing good down there and it would be better for everyone to keep their distance.”

“Well, I sort of get that.” Martin had been at the institute long enough to notice the high turnover rate in artifact storage. He’d heard stories. “That place is really creepy.”

“Sure. I don’t like going down there anyway.” Sasha shrugged. “But he was so intense about it. Like he’s trying to keep something shut up there . . . not sure what, though. Kind of thinking of taking a look around, just to see if anything came in recently.”

She reached over towards Tim and grabbed the mug out of his hand, taking a sip from it. He glared at her in mock annoyance.

“And you know when I hurt my shoulder just a few days ago?” she continued. “I asked if he’d let me record a statement about what happened, since some of it was a little bit odd --”

“What did happen anyway?” Tim asked, “you keep dodging me on the details.”

“Why stop now?” Sasha grinned, taking another sip of Tim’s tea. “At any rate, he wouldn’t let me just tell him about it. Handed me a form and said that I should write it down and he would read it afterwards. Was insistent about it, too, even though Elias says we should be committing as many statements to audio as possible.” Her eyes lit up. “Oh, and there’s something going on there. Have you noticed the way he looks at Elias now?”

Martin blinked. “Not really.”

“Hate.” Sasha said. “Not his usual - ‘ah, how dare you have the temerity to exist in my immediate area while I’m working’ thing. I mean real, proper hatred.”

She paused dramatically to let that sink in. Martin frowned. He wasn’t entirely sure what it meant if she was right, but he didn’t like the thought of it. Elias was an okay boss, as far as he could tell - not that he had much experience. But there’d always been this edge to him, something in his eyes that made Martin never want to be on his bad side.

“At first I thought it was an ego thing, you know?” Sasha continued. “That Jon had some new ideas about how things should be done around here, that Elias pushed back on them, and now they were having a pissing contest.”

“Thank you for that horrible image.” Tim said.

“But aside from the recording, he’s not doing anything differently. There’s just this tension between them all of a sudden. Feels like something happened.” Sasha continued, taking another sip of tea. “Not that I have a clue what it is. Yet.”

“Okay Poirot.” Tim reached to grab the now mostly-empty mug back from her. “As long as you’re solving mysteries around here, how about you catch the villain that keeps stealing snacks from my desk? Sometimes in front of me, while I watch her do it?”

“Oooh. Dunno, Tim.” Sasha smiled. “Got to deal with one thing at a time, don’t I? Don’t want to overwork myself on an empty stomach.”

“Speaking of . . . I should probably get back to work.” Martin said, glancing at the pad of notes he’d been ignoring since Tim sat down and started chatting with him. “Got a lot to get through.”

Work had been piling up since he moved into the archive. He wasn’t getting the best sleep, and during the day he was distracted too often. Occasionally he’d spot what looked like one of Jane’s worms and have to drop everything to lift up boxes and move furniture, make certain there was nothing there. Not the best circumstances for productivity. Jon hadn’t commented on it yet, but he was sure to notice if he hadn’t already, and Martin didn’t want to spoil whatever tentative good will he’d gained too quickly.

“I can take some of it off your hands.” Tim said. “I’ve got nothing to do anyway.”

“Oh, uh --” Martin hesitated, looking at the small stack of folders beside him. “Are you sure? I mean, if you don’t mind. . . .”

“Sure. Archival assistants gotta stick together, right?” Tim smiled and gave Martin’s shoulder a gentle shove. Martin smiled back, something soft and grateful rising in him at the gesture.

“Well . . . take your pick, then- -” he held up the two folders containing statements he hadn’t started on yet. “We’ve got, let’s see . . . a guy who thinks his car is haunted because it’s been making funny noises and, uh . . . someone who claims her parrot is the reincarnation of her late husband.”

“Thrilling stuff.” Sasha muttered.

“I’ll take the parrot one.” Tim said, holding out a hand for the file. “I’m good with birds.”

Sasha shook her head and sighed. “Is it just me, or have all the cases we’ve been working on been really, really dull lately?”

“Hey, I’m developing a real appreciation for dull.” Martin held up a hand. “The last interesting case I looked into got me locked in my apartment for a week. I’m pretty happy to have something where the follow-up’s probably going to involve recommending a mechanic.”

“Hmm.” Sasha sighed, glancing with disinterest at the files she’d brought in. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Got some follow-up of my own to do.”

Martin saw Sasha grab her coat off a chair and walk back out the door, leaving the files untouched. He turned his attention back to his own work.

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Hold Me Tight ch. 2

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Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies) Relationship: Kristoff/Anna

Rating: M Notable Tags: Friends to Lovers, Sharing a room, Modern AU, Mutual Pining, Smut, Slight Angst, Fluff

Summary:  Anna and Kristoff were invited to a ski trip. This would be romantic, if they were dating and not just friends. Good thing Anna has a plan to change that. But what if it doesn't go according to plan? 

Kristoff awoke the next morning with a headache. The couch was pretty uncomfortable, but he still thought it was better if he slept on it rather than Anna.

Anna…

The events of last night came rushing back and he groaned. It wasn’t doing anything to help his morning wood, thinking of the soft expanse of her skin, and boy, was she soft. He wanted her back in his arms immediately.

But first, he had to apologize. And he had to tell her that he loved her with all of his heart. And then kiss her. And take her to a romantic candlelit dinner. Because that’s what she deserves.

“Anna?” He asked quietly as he got up and walked towards the bedroom. “Anna?”

He knocked on the door. “Are you there?”

The quiet unnerved him as he opened the door to find it unlocked, and Anna not in the room. Her suitcase was still there, clothes lying about haphazardly from yesterday.

Maybe she was downstairs already.

At least he hoped so. The sooner he found her the better.

As he hurriedly brushed his teeth and changed his clothes, he thought of possible places Anna could be. His number one choice was that she would find Elsa, and rant to her about how dumb he was last night.

But he found Elsa with Honeymaren in the dining room for breakfast. And as soon as Elsa saw him, she gave him a smirk.

“Well, well, there he is, the sleepyhead.”

“Morning, Elsa.” He looked around in the dining room, but didn’t see Anna or any glimpse of her anywhere. “Have you seen Anna this morning?”

She shook her head, and glanced at Honeymaren, who shrugged in response.

“No, but wasn’t she with you?” She asked Kristoff.

“She was gone this morning, I thought she came down for breakfast already.” Kristoff said sadly.

Elsa raised an eyebrow at his demeanor, as if someone had kicked his puppy.

“By that tone, I take it Anna didn’t have a surprise for you?”

“A surprise?” Kristoff paled. he really didn’t want to talk about this with Anna’s older sister. Who looked like she could impale him with ice with just a single look in her frosty gaze. How does Honeymaren do it?

“No, I mean-she did, but-”

“But?” The temperature seemed to drop.

“I didn’t...accept it?” It was hard to go into specific detail, especially since it was Elsa.

“Didn’t accept it?” Her icy blue eyes seemed to shoot daggers at him.

“Wait, how did you-”

“Oh c’mon you idiot.” Elsa rolled her eyes. “Anna has been into you for ages! She asked me to book you two a room together so she could finally confess.” She leaned back into her chair.

“She loves me?” He asked in wonder. he couldn’t believe his luck. The girl he loves, loved him back! Well, she did come onto him last night, but he didn’t know the extent of her feelings. He felt euphoric and happiness bloomed inside his chest.

“And we all thought you felt the same way. You brighten up whenever she’s around you, and get all mopey when she isn’t.” Honeymaren said with a coy smile. She started ticking off things with her fingers as she spoke. “You also have a ton of inside jokes, are always texting each other, and always going out to places together. You guys are practically already dating.” She lifted up her mug of coffee to drink it with a smirk.

“Well, if you didn’t... accept her surprise , then she’d be pretty devastated right now.” Elsa reminded him and it brought him back to the cruel reality.

“Oh yeah. So if you guys haven’t seen her-”

“She might be outside.” The three glanced outside to the cloudy sky and winced.

Honeymaren stopped sipping her coffee.

“Wasn’t there a snowstorm warning this morning? The slopes are closed off because of it.” She said, worry creeping into her voice.

Kristoff paled.

The three of them rushed to get started on looking for Anna, Elsa and Honeymaren going around to get Ryder to help look around the huge resort and cabins. Kristoff resolutely went to the ski rental area and stomped over to the rental desk.

“Have you seen this girl?” He held up a picture of her that he kept in his wallet, the picture of Anna smiling brightly seeming to break his heart again at how sad she must be feeling and how he wanted to put that smile back.

“Oh her? Yeah she came by this morning. I told her the slopes were closed so she can’t rent anything but she went out anyway.”

“She went out? In which direction?”

“That way.” The bored rental worker pointed towards the leftwards entrance. “Crazy girl though, who’d want to go out when there’s about to be a storm?”

“Thanks.” Kristoff felt that he must have looked crazy, but he didn’t care, he needed to find Anna before the storm hit.

He took out his phone to send a quick text to the group of his whereabouts, and tried to call Anna. The number you have tried to reach is not available. At the tone-

Ugh, she must have blocked me, he thought sadly.

Kristoff rushed into the snow, desperately running and trying to catch a glimpse of Anna.

“Anna!”

But no one answered.

                                                ━━━━━━━━

Anna felt so, so stupid. And she didn’t want to see anyone, especially Kristoff, which is why she got up early in the morning (for once) and left, walking as quietly as possible past the lumbering giant in the living room. She had tried to grab a quick breakfast in the dining room, but the food she ate weighed heavily on her stomach and so she barely ate anything.

She eventually made her way outside, trying to rent some skis, but a snowstorm warning closed the slopes for the day. So she resolutely just started to walk outside around the resort, lost in her thoughts.

As she trailed around in the snow, she thought back to last night. A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over her and she buried her face in her wool scarf to try and hide her red nose and tears.

She had thought that Kristoff was in love with her, just like she was with him. Was she not sexy enough? Kristoff didn’t want to be with her, after all. So he only sees her as a friend. She knows he enjoys her company, but perhaps that’s all it was. Just friendly companionship.

The thought saddened her so much, she wanted to burst into tears on the spot. But she knew that she would want to stay friends with him. It would just be hard to get over him. Really hard, since he was so attractive. Just the thought of his smile was able to send her heart beating a thousand beats a minute.

The snow crunched beneath her feet as she slowly walked, her feet heavy. Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she saw multiple missed phone calls and text messages from Kristoff. She shut her phone off but considered sending a text to Elsa to let her know where she was. And that she didn’t want to see Kristoff at any cost for the next day or so.

The clouds were rolling in, and snow started to fall. The snowflakes fell on her cheeks and it was a welcome change to the flushed heat of her face. How fitting , she thought. It matches my mood perfectly.  

But then it started to get colder. She wrapped her arms around herself as she started to shiver. How did it get this cold so fast? The redhead started to make her way back to the resort behind her, thank god she didn’t stray too far. She shivered as she thought about being stuck in the snow.

“Anna!” She heard behind her. It sounded like Kristoff’s voice.

“Anna! There you are!” The girl in question turned around and with alarm she realized that Kristoff was running towards her, his face filled with great relief. Her own face blazed with embarrassment yet again and even more this time at seeing him at what she deemed was too soon after yesterday’s debacle.  She abruptly turned around and ran in the other direction.

“Anna?!” He called out in disbelief behind her. “Anna, come back! It’s dangerous out here!”

“I’ll be fine!” She called back. Though she didn’t get very far in the snow. Curse Kristoff and his tall, long legs and solidly built body. She felt his hand grab her arm and turn her around.

His face softened as he saw her red face from crying. To make it worse, Anna let out a sniffle that she definitely did not want him to hear.

“Oh, Anna.” He cupped her face with both of his hands. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“Sorry? What do you have to be sorry for? It’s not your fault I-” Anna started to ramble.

“No, no. We need to talk.” His eyes were so serious as they gazed into hers that she felt no choice but to nod her head slowly.

“Let’s go back inside. There’s about to be a storm.” Kristoff held her hand caringly, as if she would run away like a scared rabbit.

Along the way, Anna saw him take out his phone and type something in it with one hand.  She paid no more attention to it as they headed back to their room. She wondered if she could just rent her own room for the rest of the trip, in order to protect them both from ensuing awkwardness.

The warmth of the room engulfed her as she stepped inside. Was it really that cold outside? Kristoff shrugged off his jacket and gloves and started a fire. Anna sighed gratefully and sat as close as she could to the blazing hearth holding her hands out to warm them faster.

She felt Kristoff sitting next to her on the rug, and she tried to scoot away discreetly to get some distance from him. He grabbed her hand to stop her and she chanced a look at his face and froze.

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Kristoff was insanely grateful that he found Anna in the snow, and he was wracked with nerves. When he found her, his heart broke at seeing her saddened face, blotchy and red with tears. Even now, she still sniffled occasionally.

He grabbed her hand when he saw that she was trying to move away from him and frowned when her hand was ice cold.

“Anna, you’re freezing!” He admonished. He grabbed the blanket from off of the sofa and covered her with it. Her small  body was engulfed in it and she looked utterly adorable. She seemed to freeze when he grabbed her hand. “How long were you in the snow?”

Anna frowned. “About an hour or so?”

“Anna!” Kristoff pinched his nose bridge with two fingers. “Please don’t do that again. You had me so worried.”

Anna blushed but she nodded. She turned away from him, trying to distance herself.

“Anna...about yesterday.” He started and she cringed.

“Listen, it’s ok. I mean I was embarrassed, like super embarrassed, but it’s ok, I just need some time to myself and we’ll be back to the way things were. You don’t have to worry.” She was still looking away from him and he hated that he caused this. He placed a large hand on her face and turned her towards him so she could meet his gaze.

“What if I don’t want to go back to the way things were?” He whispered.

“What?” Anna said breathily.

“Anna, I didn’t turn you away last night because I didn’t want you. I do, for a long time really.” It was his turn to blush as he admitted it to her.

“But, why?” Her eyes widened and they glimmered in the light of the fire. He couldn’t look away, not even if he tried.

“I didn’t want to feel like I was taking advantage of you. You deserve everything, Anna. You deserve me taking you out to a fancy dinner and giving you your favorite things, like sunflowers and chocolate truffles.” He rubbed his hand along the back of his neck and looked up at the ceiling. “I was going to ask you out for dinner during this trip.” He grinned at her. “But you beat me to it.”

Kristoff saw Anna blush and the red filled her cheeks endearingly. He cupped her face again and pulled her closer so that their breaths intermingled.

“I love you, Anna. I always have.” And he kissed her, slow and sweet. He wanted to pour all of his feelings for her into this kiss and his heart soared when she kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his and he felt his lower half responding. That was his cue to break the kiss.

“Anna, we should slow down.”

She giggled and he couldn’t help but smile back at the sight of her eyes crinkling with joy. “Why?”

“Like I said, you deserve a date first.” Anna rolled her eyes.

“So chivalrous. Kristoff--” It was her turn to cup his face with her hands, and she stared into his eyes as she pressed her forehead to his. “Kristoff, I don’t need those things. I just want you.” She whispered and she gave him another kiss which he couldn’t help but return. She pulled back and Kristoff tried to follow to keep the kiss.

“I love you too. I always have.” She whispered those words to him, and he felt elation spread throughout his entire body. Hearing from her was the best thing to ever happen to him. He wrapped both of his arms around her petite body and pressed her into him, as if he wanted to meld them together.

He felt his eyes blazing into hers and her blush seemed to spread even more if that was possible. His one hand threaded into her hair, flowing down her back unrestrained.

“Now I’m really not letting you go.” He said huskily and Anna felt liquid heat rush down her body.

“I don’t want you to.”

And they rushed back into another kiss, unrestrained and passionate and letting loose all of their pent up frustration. Finally , their bodies seemed to scream. They were finally together.

Their kiss never slowed, as Anna parted her lips and licked Kristoff’s own with her tongue. He growled and nipped her bottom lip as payback and pulled away. Anna’s hands were pushing up his sweater and he parted from her in order to pull it off completely. The room was heating up  and not just from the fire. He felt the warmth of Anna’s hand and it was so different from the freezing cold he had felt from her earlier.

Well, this was one way to warm up quickly. And neither of them were complaining.

Kristoff started to place kisses down her neck, chasing the path of freckles. Anna lifted her head and turned away from him to give him more access. Kristoff licked one particular spot at the junction of her neck and shoulder that made Anna twitch in his arms, and he smiled to himself as he bit down on that spot. Anna gave out a mewl as he did that, one part of her from pain and the other from lust.

“What was that for?” Anna’s voice was a low whisper.

“So everyone can know you’re mine.” He smirked at her. Anna smirked back and dove in for his own neck, placing hot kisses and licks over it and he felt the unfamiliar pain of a love bite at the same spot.

“And now everyone can know that you’re mine.” Anna winked at him coyly, and Kristoff grinned.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Hands started to wander farther south and Kristoff looked into her eyes as if asking for permission to take off her sweater. Anna’s eyes were blazing as she gave a slight nod, and peeled the sweater away. He saw soft, soft skin, and couldn’t wait to touch it. He placed his large hands on her waist, and she burned to the touch.

She was sitting in his lap at this point, just like yesterday. Only this time, he wasn’t going to let her go. Her breasts were covered in a lacy white bra, and freckles dotted her shoulders. Kristoff couldn’t resist and dove in to taste her skin in the valley of her breasts, and Anna moaned at the touch of his hot tongue licking upwards to her neck again.

She felt hot all over, and melted towards him wanting more. His hard body was unyielding and accepted her as she pressed up against him, his face still against her breasts. He raised one hand up to grasp it through the fabric of her bra and felt her nipple harden.

Kristoff was lost in her, everything about her drove him mad in this instant and he drowned in the taste and smell of her skin. She wasn’t content with the way things were going though, and hastily dragged her hands up to lift his white t-shirt up, finally getting it off. She didn’t hesitate to run her hands over his chest, and Kristoff basked in the way she tentatively touched his abs and shoulders with her small hands.

Tiring of that, she reached behind her and Kristoff’s eyes widened as she unclasped her bra, and slid down the straps. She tossed it behind her and blushed, but didn’t shy away. Her hazy eyes peered up at him through her long lashes and she bit her lip.

Kristoff stared at her for a moment without words. She was absolutely perfect in his eyes, and he wanted to let her know. He clasped both of his hands around her and placed them on her back, and slowly leaned forward so that the redhead leaned back until they were lying on the rug. The light from the fire danced across her skin.

Kristoff loomed over her and lowered his head to her perky breast. He felt her shiver as he placed a light kiss over it, and finally placed his mouth on her nipple, sucking on it as it seemed to harden even more. She moaned his name loudly and Kristoff grinned.

With his other hand, he massaged her other one and rolled the crown with his fingertips. They fit perfectly in his hand. Anna squirmed on the rug below him. His name fell in breathy pants, as she breathed faster and faster. Her hand speared through his shaggy hair, pressing him closer.

He finally released her from his mouth, and he started to kiss downwards. Kristoff lightly placed his hand on her jeans, and looked towards her to meet her eyes, as if asking if it was alright. She smiled and unclasped the button of her jeans, and started to pull them off. He helped her pull it off when she couldn’t reach down far enough. The smooth expanse of her legs was tantalizing and he placed a kiss on her inner thigh, inching closer to the heaven that he would find between them.

Her panties were cute and pink, with a tiny bow tied to the front. Kristoff grinned at her from his position in between her spread legs, and leaned down to place a kiss in her sweetest spot through the fabric of her underwear. Anna squealed and tried to clasp her legs together, but her hand gripped his hair as if to keep him there.

He chanced a look at her and saw her blushing face, with her biting her finger. He gripped her underwear and slid them off of her smooth legs, his hand following the smooth expanse of her skin. She was completely bare beneath him now.

“You’re so beautiful, Anna.” Kristoff gasped.

And he dove down and gave her more kisses on her inner thigh. He lifted up her leg and placed it on his shoulder. And he placed his mouth on her.

Anna absolutely keened above him, and both of her hands came down to grip his hair as her back arched off of the ground. Kristoff was relentless as he tasted her and he knew he never would get enough of her. He licked upwards and found a particular spot that made her spasm against him and gasp loudly. With a grin he continued to suck on that spot, and Anna squirmed and tried to clutch even harder to his hair.

She bucked against his face and heard his name fall breathily out of her lips. With one final arch of her back and the shivers that followed, he knew she had come. With a grin of pure satisfaction he rose upwards and placed kisses on her stomach and upwards to her chest and neck, basking in the way she glowed.

Anna smiled at him, her breaths falling as she calmed down from her high. Her bangs were stuck to her forehead, and sweat dripped down her neck.

“Your turn now.”

To his surprise, Anna rose and placed her hands on his shoulders, and pushed him back so he was now lying on the rug. She unbuckled his jeans and pulled them slowly down his legs, and started to rub him through his boxer briefs. The feel of her small hands on him was almost too much and he feared that he would finish too early.

“Anna…” He gasped out. The red haired minx gave a small giggle and pulled down his boxer briefs.

“Wait, Anna. I don’t have protection.” Kristoff’s eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.” She winked at him and he grinned.

Kristoff was hard and ready for her as she stared at him with hunger. And he could only watch as she slowly straddled him, her wet heat sliding against him.

They moaned in unison as Kristoff grasped her hips. Anna stared at him from above, her eyes full of lust, but also love for him.

“Are you sure?” Kristoff couldn’t help but ask.”

“More than anything.”

His grin was large and matched hers as she lifted up and slid down onto him, and he was engulfed in her wet heat. Anna moaned loudly and she started to buck against him, her breasts bouncing with her rhythm. His hands were always on her hips and his own thrusted into her, going faster and faster. They both panted and Anna started to moan louder, her eyes closed to focus on the pleasure.

The heat was almost unbearable and he was in absolute heaven as he thrust into her. The fire burned next to them and basked them in the heat.

With a final thrust, Kristoff couldn’t hold back and he felt himself release into her with sweet relief. Anna continued to grind onto him, until she became still and leaned forwards, arching her back and placing her hands on his chest. Her mouth was open in a silent scream.

They both panted as Anna slowly leaned forwards until she was lying on top of him. He ran  his hands up and down her back, marvelling at how petite she was. She was absolutely perfect and glowing.

“That was amazing.” She whispered.

“Yeah, it was.” Kristoff grinned at her.

They lay there together, enjoying the warmth of each other and from the fire for a few minutes until he felt Anna move.

“Wanna take a shower together?”  Her eyes danced with excitement.

His grin as he followed her was her answer.

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Elsa and Honeymaren skied down the slopes together, and stopped to take a rest and enjoy the fresh air of the mountains the day after the storm. The sun gleamed down on the snow, making it glimmer and shine. Ryder joined them after a few moments, sliding easily down on his snowboard to a stop in front of them.

“So, Kristoff found Anna yesterday, right?” He asked, putting his sunglasses on top of his head.

Elsa smiled. “Yeah, they’re both fine.”

“Oh, cool. So where are they now?” He asked puzzled.

Elsa and Honeymaren couldn’t help but smirk at each other. “Probably back in their room.”

Ryder opened his mouth to ask something else, but Elsa beat him to it, a knowing smile on her face.

“Trust me, Ryder. They’re not leaving that room for a long time.”

#eternalia writes #frozen fanfiction #kristanna

[lostinaseaoffictionalbliss]

Getting Hurt

Summary: Rae goes out looking for one wolf while the boys go elsewhere to do the same, but things don't go the way they hoped

Pairing: Dean X OC

Warnings: some language

Word Count: 1420

Tracking down people and checking to see if they were werewolves wasn't exactly the most fun thing in the world and while I did it I had time to think. Think about why I had agreed to come along on this hunt, why I trusted Dean, and what exactly was going on between us. He was attractive...hell who was I kidding? He was more than attractive. The man was gorgeous, sexy, beautiful in a way no other man was. And while I very much enjoyed rolling around in bed with him that wasn't reason enough to come on the hunt with him. Then I remembered how he was with Bragi. My giant beast of a puppy had never trusted a man before, never played and acted that way with a man before. Maybe that was why I trusted Dean.

If my dog could trust the green-eyed hunter then he had to be a good man and one I could trust. But what did I feel beyond that? I had never felt anything like what Dean made me feel before, but I wasn't exactly sure what it was I felt; and that bothered me more than anything. I prided myself in always knowing what I felt, what I wanted, always knowing exactly how things were going to go and for once I didn't. It was messing with my head. I was unfocused and not paying attention to my surroundings. Which is never a good thing, especially when you are hunting down a monster.

Before I even knew what hit me I was flying backwards into a dumpster. Pain bloomed on my right side where the beast had caught me with its claws. My head hit hard against the dumpster causing my vision to blur and I was positive my shoulder dislocated as well. Hearing a snarl, I looked up and fired off two rounds. A pained howl filled the air letting me know I had hit my mark. With a grunt I tried to stand, but my head swam and my other wounds ached forcing me back down. I pulled my phone out and called Dean-he had insisted we exchange numbers before we left the motel-and I was glad for it.

“Rae what is it? Did you find one of the wolves?” He asked as soon as he answered. I let out a humorless laugh. “I found him alright. And he got me good before I killed him. I, uh, I need a bit of help. I'm in an alley on Piedmont not far from the coffee shop,” I groaned out as I started feeling woozy. I reached up and touched the back of my head. Bringing my fingers in front of my face I could see blood. Oh that really isn't good. I closed my eyes as nausea hit me and then I remembered nothing else.

My head wound made it hard for me to focus anytime I did wake up. Flashes of Sam and Dean helping me into the back of my car, Sam driving it (we would have to have a talk about that), and then being laid on one of the motel beds. When I finally came to for good, my whole body ached. My back, ribs and shoulder were bruised and tender, but they weren't the worst of my pain. My head pounded and the back pulsed where stitches had been put. The cuts on my side burned, but had also been stitched. As I tried to sit up my vision swam and nausea hit me once more.

“Hey, easy now.” Dean grabbed me and helped me sit up while also putting a small trash can in my lap. It was a good thing he did because in the next second I emptied the contents of my stomach. It hurt and made my head pound worse than it had before. I leaned back on the pillows with a groan and wiped my mouth clean. “Did you get the other wolf?” I asked as I closed my eyes. I heard someone mutter that they hadn't. “And why not?” I pressed my fingers into my temple trying to ease my headache.

“You were hurt. Dean wanted to come get you first. This should help your head, but you need rest.” Sam reached across the bed handing me some ibuprofen and a glass of water. I took both with a small nod of thanks. The water eased my dry throat and I prayed that the pain meds would help with my head soon. “We plan to go after the wolf again tonight. At least we only have one to get,” Dean said as he went over to the table and began cleaning his gun. “I'm sure by then I'll be fine,” I whispered as I feel back asleep.

Dean cleaned his gun and prepared for going after the wolf, but he did glance at Rae from time to time. “You like her don't you?” Sam asked noticing the looks. Dean glanced at Sam before his eyes went back to the woman in question. “If by that you mean I think she's a good hunter and good in the sack then, yeah.” Dean looked back down at his gun sliding it back together now he was done cleaning it. “That's not what I mean and you know it,” Sam replied. Of course he was met with silence as Dean wasn't willing to tell his little brother anything. The giant of a hunter knew that Dean didn't talk feelings and this time wouldn't be any different.

Night fell and the Winchesters left the motel to track and kill the second werewolf. They had agreed not to wake Rae knowing she needed her rest. And even if she had been awake neither Sam nor Dean would have let her come. With her injuries they both knew she was in no shape to join them. "She'll just get hurt worse or possibly killed if we bring her along," Dean had unnecessarily argued. Sam had agreed with him.

I woke up and the first thing I noticed was silence. I slowly climbed out of bed and noticed that both hunters were gone. “Fuckers didn't even wake me up,” I grumbled as I made my way to the bathroom to shower. I still hurt, but I was covered in blood, sweat, and dirt. A shower would be nice. And it would give me time to get my thoughts together. I was pissed they had left me behind, even if it was for a good reason, and I was still upset about Sam driving Heart. Nobody was allowed to drive my car, but me.

Just as I finished getting cleaned up I heard the motel room door open and close. “Where's Rae?” I heard Dean ask. “Bathroom?” came Sam's questioning reply. I finished drying off and dressed in clean clothes. Walking out of the bathroom I gave them my best ‘you've made me mad look and now you're gonna get it’ face. “So first of, how dare you drive my car without asking me. I don't care if my guts had been hanging out and I was on the verge of dying. That car is my love and no one, but me drives her.” I glared at Sam who visible shrunk at my cold tone. “And you!" I turned toward the older brother. "You knew I wanted to help get the last wolf and you didn't even wake me. What the fuck?”

“I get the car thing. That's on me. I shouldn't have let Sam drive her," Dean acceded. "But you know you wouldn't have been any good on that hunt. You have a concussion from getting your head split open and the big bad wolf opened your side good.  Sleep was what you needed,” Dean's tone brokered no more arguing. I let out a huff, but my glare lessened. He had a fair point; I wouldn't have been any help and I was sure the two of them could handle one wolf together. “Fine, fair enough. But next time at least wake me up and no driving my car.” I moved to the bed and laid back down.

Sam looked at me surprised. “Next time? Does that mean you plan to join us more often?” He glanced at Dean and smiled seeing the smile on his brother's face. “Maybe. I like you two, but don't get used to it.” I pointed a finger at him.

“So what does that mean for us?” Dean asked.

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