#( absolutely. she didn't know she could understand their language until she sat down and actually read a book )

[blackarrcw]

@tilosecretbirb asked: Why didn't you say anything about this before?" (Fí to Elyssa)

The half-elf simply shrugged her shoulders, her attention shifting to the elder of the two brothers "Because I didn't know." At the time when she'd been offered an opportunity to accompany them upon their quest, Elyssa hadn't known that she could easily understand the words the dwarves would say in their mother tongue; Khuzdul. Her mother had kept much of her heritage from her over the years, only relinquishing what she felt her daughter needed to know.

Clear blues looked to the blonde once more, her arms folding across her chest loosely. Was he to be angry with her for not saying anything? She'd hoped not. It would pain her in many ways, losing her friend in all of it. "It wasn't as if I tried to keep it from any of you." Her words were soft, an urge to get him to understand that she truly wasn't trying to hide anything.

It was only with the encouragement of the resident Hobbit that she came out with it, after Fili had confronted - well, overheard her while she was in the library. What was she supposed to say? 'Hey look, I know you're saying things because I can understand your language?' That wouldn't have sounded good and probably would have set some of the dwarves off for a bit.

[wanatasha]

absolutely love your writing!!

saw that you needed some inspo, so let's see what's been rotting in my brain today :p

~ natasha crying in front of you for the first time

~ natasha telling you she loves you in russian, not knowing you actually speak the language, and her reaction to finding out that you do, indeed, understand that she's been telling you she loves you the whole time!! (you didn't press tho, not wanting to pressure her, you wanted her to tell you clearly whenever she was ready🥹)

~ natasha nerding out for the first time in front of her teammates!!! they're all so supportive tho and tony even buys her a whole lego set about her obsession!

i'm on my way home in a stinky bus after a 15-hr shift, no idea if these make sense, but RAHHH soft nat has my heart

love as sweet as nectarine  

natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary above, thank you so much for the fic ideas—I did the first two! I hope this is a fun read! thank you so much for reading! (argg me too!!!)

tw: not proofread, short fic, coworkers to lovers, love confessions, slighttt hurt/comfort, R speaks/understands Russian, reader is a avenger, R is clumsy, overprotective natasha 

You came onto the scene a few years ago, shaking hands with the others on the avengers team. Some you knew you’d not be close with, and some you knew you’d be close with. Natasha was one who fell into line with her calm confidence and character drawing you in. You teased around with her, enjoying her smiles and the way she shoved back into you. You found yourself seeking her out at almost every moment of freetime you got. 

If she was training, you were there when she was finishing up to talk with her–pass her a water bottle as well. If she was down in an office, you somehow found her–wandering in to ask how her day was going. It wasn’t one sided either. Natasha did the same, but you’re sure she wasn’t aware of how much she gravitated towards you. In group settings she sat or stood beside you. On missions she seemed to be most together and relaxed when you were present. 

You both were pining after each other, and the team was fully aware–indirectly teasing either of you about it. 

After a while of pining–the team, separately, urged the both of you to make a move. So that night she appeared in your bedroom and bluntly asked if you’d like to go out with her. It was very memorable in the moment, but now you laugh at the memory–on how awkward the both of you were. You’re comfortable now, any awkward moments were just a part of your known characteristics and the both of you laughed them off. 

It’s now been a few months since you’ve started dating and the L-word has yet to come up–at least in english. Unbeknownst to Natashsa, you’ve been understanding all her little slips of endearments and love confessions. She’s unaware, completely unaware of your knowledge of the language. She’s unaware you heard the first time she said I love you. She’s unaware that you understand all of the nicknames she gives you. Angel, Darling, little bee–every single one. 

It’s endearing, so you haven’t stopped to tell her. You should, but it’s too cute. The way you could be out in the lobby late at night with her and she slips a pet name as she slips her arms around you. The way she confessed her love in your ear as you kissed goodnight. 

You were good about keeping your Russian fluency undercover–until your own worst enemy snuck a visit. It was late, the clock on your phone reading 1AM. As of now you and Natasha were in the kitchen, standing close to each other. You were hunched over the counter, a cup of tea in your hands as you looked up and talked to Natasha leaning onto the same counter. It was nonsense what you were talking about. Smiles passed between the two of you as you teased with light hearts. 

All was good–amazing actually until you set your mug and turned around. Somehow your grip was still on the cup up until it held itself over the end of the counter. It fell straight onto the ground, cracking and the ceramic pieces flew everywhere. Thankfully? Or un-thankfully it wasn’t your mug, it was just one that the Agenvers building passes out–but the bad news? You cursed–in Russian. The word flew out of your mouth by instinct as you jumped back from the scene. 

After that? Neither of you cared about the mug. Natasha blinks, feeling herself grow still as her mind plays back everything that she’s said over the past few weeks. She curses herself–moving to walk closer to you but you circle around the countertop with your hands up.

“Nat, please. I swear–”

      “You’ve known this entire time and you’ve said nothing?!”

“Nat, nat–” you start, turning around and sprinting back towards your bedroom–laughing in panic or fun when you realize she’s behind you. Your slippers cause you to slide on the slick floor and you end up falling onto your back.

      “Ангел,” she says, but catches herself, “fucking dammit!”

“Wait. Wait, no,” you start, climbing off the ground, “don’t stop saying them.”

She doesn’t say much, but you know she’s wanting you to elaborate–so you do. You explain the whole story, why you haven’t said anything, and how you know Russian in the first place. She nods, arms hanging loosely beside her. You covered a lot, but not everything–you both know so. 

A hand falls onto her face, angling her to look straight to you, “Тебя люблю. так сильно.” 

It’s quick the way her eyes grow glossy. The few words touched her heart so strongly, that it moved her to tears. She steps closer, wrapping her arms around you. She breathes another, I love you–this time in english right under your ear. It’s the first time she’s said so in english, and it's the first time you’ve caught her crying in front of you. A tear falls down her cheek when you pull back and you coo so softly at the sight. 

“I love you,” you say, moving in to give her a sweet kiss–one that she gives eagerly.

[bl4ckph0enix]

Escape

Pairing: modern!Daemon Targaryen x female!OC

Summary: Upon finally reaching the point where she can't bear it anymore, Aleera accepts the offer from her colleague and does what she should have done way earlier.

Warnings: drinking, cheating, car sex, smut, p in v sex, squirting, unprotected sex, age difference (Daemon's around 40, though it's not mentioned)

Word count: 5.8k

This is not proof-read! English is not my native language, please forgive any mistakes!

Almost bored out of her mind, Aleera sat at the table with her elbow propped on the surface and her chin resting in her hand. Lazily, her gaze wandered through the room and got stuck on different people, watching them for a while doing their things. How much she hated events like these, and how much she hated that she had to participate in them.

It was three years now since she had married her husband, Criston Cole, and it was just as long that she was unhappy with her life. The two of them had met back in College and after a few months of dating, they had become a couple. In the beginning of their relationship, everything had been fine. They had spent much time together, had tended to their needs, and even had had difficulties to keep their hands off each other. Mutual interests and hobbies had only strengthened their bond.

But as soon as they had finished College, it seemed like everything had started to go down the drain. At least in retrospective. Criston had started to study medicine, something Aleera had actually thought about doing herself early in College, but then she had reconsidered and decided to become an attorney instead. But different studies meant less time they had been able to spend with each other, and less time had inflicted cracks upon their relationship.

She couldn't truthfully say that she didn't love Criston anymore. She still did. Yet, it wasn't the first time that Aleera asked herself if marrying him three years ago had really been the right decision. They had grown apart over the two years before they had vowed to love each other until death would do them apart, and there just was a tiny part of her that actually regretted that she had said yes to him.

The fact that they didn't spend much time together anymore due to their jobs – him being a doctor and her being a lawyer – wasn't even the worst part. No, the worst part was that the more time had passed, the more Criston seemed to have lost interest in being intimate with his wife. Aleera definitely wasn't innocent when it came to sex – she'd spent many nights experimenting what she liked and what not. Although the number of men in her life she had slept with, she could count on one hand.

She could understand and respect that her husband just didn't have the right thoughts or mood to approach her in an intimate way, but that didn't make it any easier for herself. She had always been someone who enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh, and having someone as a husband who didn't share it was a burden on its own. One or two times, Aleera had even thought about cheating on her husband already, and she knew with absolute certainty that it wouldn't take long for her anymore to actually do it.

Until now, the right opportunity just hadn't shown itself.

But instead of searching for someone she could live out this need of her body and mind with, she sat here at one of the tables of a Charity gala among gods knew how many other people and tried desperately not to lose her mind due to the dullness that surrounded her. Something like this just wasn't her place to be, but it was expected of her to accompany her husband and act like the perfect little wife that she was not in reality.

Pressing her lips together as she could feel anger bubbling up inside her, Aleera looked at the wine glass in her hand, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the stem of it. She didn't even bother to look around in search of her husband, already knowing that he was engaged in some stupid conversation with either colleagues or friends, or both. Slightly shifting on her chair as her frustration grew bigger, she brought her glass to her lips and took a small sip of the sweet red wine, crossing her legs as raw need spread through her.

It had been more than two months now since she and Criston had had sex, and slowly but surely, Aleera was about to go rampage. Not being able to sit still and endure the boring conversations around her any longer, she stood and made her way over to the bar. She definitely needed something stronger now in order to survive this evening. Leaning with her arms on the countertop of the bar, she smiled at the barkeeper, a young man maybe mid-twenty, her full, plush lips spreading wide and inviting him over.

“What can I get you, beautiful?” he asked in a deep voice, returning her smile playfully and leaning closer, his hands propped on the work surface of the bar.

“Two tequila shots, please,” Aleera answered and unashamedly let her gaze trail down his body as much as she could see it. “And a strawberry lime vodka tonic.”

Still smiling widely, the barkeeper nodded and started to prepare her order. Mildly interested, she let her gaze wander over the different bottles that stood on the large shelf behind the bar while she thought about the question if she should also go for something else in the long run or leave it at vodka, looking into her own eyes that were reflected in the mirror behind the shelf. She mumbled a polite thank you to the barkeeper as he placed two shot glasses in front of her on the bar and filled them with tequila.

Looking around the room, Aleera took the first glass and downed the content in one gulp. Warmth spread through her as the tequila burned its way down her throat and though it wouldn't solve any of her current problems, she felt a bit of the tension leave her shoulders. That was until her gaze fell on her husband, who stood across the room and talked to both colleagues and friends, gesturing with his hands, joking and laughing. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in this sight, and subconsciously, she placed the first glass back on the bar and took the second one, frustration and anger bubbling up inside her again.

It hurt to see Criston like this. Laughing and joking, being happy while all that she herself got was the grumpy side of him that was always stressed and overwhelmed with work. It barely happened that he got home in the evening and actually didn't ramble about his work, colleagues, and patients. The time where the both of them had sat on the couch and had almost fallen to the ground from all the laughter seemed to be a lifetime ago. Only at events like this, she saw the side of her husband again she originally fell in love with.

Averting her attention from the group of men across the room, Aleera put down the glass with a loud pang, a scowl on her face and trying to ignore the aversion that slowly crept up on her. How much she hated events like these. And how much she hated that she couldn't just leave.

“You shouldn't grimace like that,” a low and silky voice sounded from behind her, causing her to twitch slightly in surprise and sending a shudder down her spine. “Although I must admit that it looks cute on your face.”

Slowly, Aleera turned her head around and looked at the person the voice belonged to. She was met with an intense gaze of violet eyes that seemed to look right into her very soul. A slight smirk tugged at the corner of these sinful lips that had already murmured the filthiest things in her ear, and the obligatory lock of platinum blonde hair fell into his forehead. Her gaze trailed down his stature and although she had already seen him very often in a suit, Aleera couldn’t deny that it did something with her this time.

“Says the right person,” she replied nonchalantly and took a slow sip of her drink. “I’ve seen your face grimacing in court more often than not, Daemon.”

“Well, you can’t blame me due to the attorneys we have to deal with,” Daemon answered with a smirk and leaned against the bar right beside her to whisper the next words in her ear, his arm slightly brushing against hers. “But I’m pretty sure you like it.”

Aleera’s eyes narrowed slightly while she measured him with an attentive look. “Maybe, yes,” she said quietly after a long moment, trying to ignore the tingle that spread from her arm through her body. “But I would never admit that.”

“Of course not,” he chuckled lowly and let his eyes wander about the room.

Aleera also averted her gaze and looked down at the glass in her hands, smiling. It was not the first time that a playful banter took place between them, and it certainly was a harmless one. Ever since she had started to study law, she had heard about Daemon Targaryen. One of the presidents of the very successful law firm Targaryen & Sons, and also an excellent attorney. He was a very well-known personality in the world of law, and his victory rate in court was legendary due to him not taking cases of which he knew he could only lose.

The final thesis of her study had even been one of his most prestigious cases, though she would never tell him that – his ego was already big enough and certainly didn’t need another boost. After she’d finished her study, she had applied for a job in the very company he owned together with his brother Viserys Targaryen; also an attorney, but not quite as known. Among thirty other young lawyers, Aleera had fought for this job and had given her best.

It had been lucky for her that Daemon himself had been responsible for choosing the newbies who would get a chance to prove themselves at Targaryen & Sons. From the first moment on, something had clicked between them. The connection that had developed within the first fifteen minutes of her job interview had surprised the both of them, though it had taken years until they’d spoken about it the first time.

Since then, it had always been as if they knew each other since an eternity already. It didn’t even matter that he was ten years older than her, and more than once their colleagues had joked about it being only a matter of time before they would end up in a relationship with each other.

It wasn’t hard to guess that Daemon definitely wouldn’t turn her down if Aleera would really give in to his playful banter, although she’d never assumed that he was really serious about this. For her, it had never been more than that – a game between them to see how much they could push and tease each other until one of them would finally break. She had never even considered to give in to this.

But right now, as she stood here leaning against a bar at a Charity gala, surrounded by people she couldn’t really do much with and trapped in a marriage that made her unhappy, with a husband who hadn’t touched her in an intimate way for more than two months, Aleera couldn’t help but think about the question if Daemon wasn’t serious about this after all and if she should go for it.

She was ripped out of her thoughts as she could feel him leaning closer to her, his chest pressing against her arm and his hot breath fanning over her ear as he whispered: “My offer still stands.”

Aleera’s head snapped around and she looked at him, feeling as if he had caught her with the hands in the cookie jar. Their faces were so close that their lips almost touched. She could feel his breath on her face, and for the first time, his scent washed over her, intoxicating her and making her head spin. Daemon’s gaze flickered down to her lips, sending a jolt of arousal directly between her legs, and she could feel her frustration grow as much as her restraint crumble.

She looked into the other direction to bide time, to steel her nerves and tell herself that it wasn’t right, that she shouldn’t even think about this. But as her gaze fell on her husband, still laughing and joking with his colleagues and friends while gesturing wildly with his hands, her eyebrows drew together as the knowledge of what awaited her at home crashed down on her, and she made a decision.

Aleera didn’t need to say anything, the determination in her vibrant blue eyes told Daemon everything he needed to know and his smirk grew bigger. Emptying his glass with one big gulp, he put it down on the bar and said quietly: “Meet me outside in a few minutes!” before he started to move and left her alone at the bar.

Taking a deep breath, she didn’t dare to look after him out of fear that it would be too obvious and expose them. Instead, Aleera emptied her own glass, now faster than before, and counted down the seconds. After three minutes had passed, her glass was empty and she turned around to follow Daemon. On her way out, she stopped at her husband to tell him that she didn’t feel well and would go home.

Criston didn’t even ask her if he should accompany her, instead only wishing her a good night before continuing to chatter with his friends.

Suppressing her anger due to the indifference of her husband, Aleera quickly made her way through the other guests and slipped out of the door. As soon as she stepped outside, she could feel a weight falling off her chest and allowing her to breathe more easily. She didn’t look for Daemon’s car in front of the building, knowing that his, even though not red but matte black, Ferrari 488 GTB was way too striking as that it would allow him to pick her up where everyone could see it.

Instead, Aleera went the short way around the corner of the building and smiled widely as her gaze fell upon the beautiful sports car. Daemon had never really needed to tell her what he thought. She could feel his eyes on her as she closed the distance to his car and opened the door to get into the passenger seat.

“I knew that I didn’t need to tell you,” his deep and silky voice reverberated through the confined space of the car, mingling with the purring of the engine and sending a pleasurable shudder down her spine, and he watched her making herself comfortable in the seat and closing her seat belt.

“It was obvious that you wouldn’t pick me up right in front of the building,” Aleera replied and looked at him, a smirk on her lips. “Even though people know that you’re a womanizer and don’t let an opportunity slip through your hands, your car is way too eye-catching, and I’m still married.”

Chuckling quietly, he put the car in gear and drove off, leaving the dullness of the event and her indifferent husband behind. Aleera was glad that the windows were tinted; it allowed her to look outside and watch the streets of Los Angeles pass them by without the need to fear that anyone would see her. Additionally, it created some much needed privacy because she didn’t intend to leave this car soon.

“How did you know?” she asked after a few minutes of them driving through the city, her voice gently disturbing the comfortable silence between them.

Daemon looked at her briefly, instinctively knowing what she was talking about, and his smile returned as he focused on the streets once more. “It’s obvious for me. I know you long and well enough, Aleera. I can see it.”

Warmth spread through her at his words and her hand found its way on his thigh, giving it a loving squeeze. She had always known that there was a special bond between them, his words only serving as a confirmation. Daemon saw her. Really saw her, and not only the facade, the mask she put on every day. It changed something in her of which she didn’t quite know what to think of it.

Since Aleera didn’t need to focus on the traffic, her eyes remained on Daemon, her gaze literally glued to the side of his face. She had never denied that he was a handsome and attractive man, but right now in this moment, this realization hit her like a tidal wave. It caused arousal and desire to jolt through her, making her pussy clench around nothing and letting her hand wander up his thigh.

His gaze flickered down to her fingers for a second, his grip tightening around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, and Aleera could hear his sharp inhale through gritted teeth as her hand reached his crotch and cupped his half-hard cock through his pants. A grin tugged at the corner of her lips as she teasingly trailed with her fingers over the outline of his length, her touch feather-lightly before she tightened her grip again.

A low groan rumbled in Daemon’s chest and she could feel his now fully hard cock twitch, her hand increasing the pressure and massaging him through his pants. But before she could do something more, he wrapped the fingers of his right hand around her wrist, his grip firm and determined but not painful.

“If you want us to arrive unharmed,” Daemon said quietly, his voice low and husky, and gave her a stern look, “Then I’d suggest that you stop that.”

Though his voice was laced with a hint of danger, Aleera wasn’t intimidated at all, but quite the opposite. Her grin grew bigger at his words, taking it as a compliment and an affirmation of the effect she had on him, but she obeyed and pulled her hand back from his crotch. Before she could retreat completely, Daemon entwined his fingers with hers and placed their hands on his thigh, giving her a reassuring smile.

If he could have his way, he would stop the car immediately and take Aleera right then and there. But, as she had said herself, since she was still a married woman and due to the fact that they were colleagues, he held himself back. Though it was true that he didn’t let an opportunity slip to have fun, he’d never had anything with a married woman before. It had always been his own rule that he wouldn’t take what belonged to someone else.

With Aleera however, it was something completely different. Daemon had wanted her since the first moment he had laid eyes on her, and now that she had finally agreed to give in, he wouldn’t back out. But privacy was of utmost importance to him and thus he would wait to finally rip the clothes off her tantalizing body until they would be within the safety of his estate.

Aleera barely managed to sit still and hold herself back. Desire and arousal coursed through her body, burning their way through her veins like liquid fire and making her pussy throb with need. Heat rose inside her and wetness gathered between her legs, soaking her panties while her grip on Daemon’s hand tightened. Time seemed to stretch and what was actually a way of less than fifteen minutes felt like an eternity.

Relief washed over her as Daemon’s estate finally came into view, and as soon as the electric gate had let them pass and was about to close behind the car again, Aleera said breathlessly: “Stop the car!”

Her voice was urgent and demanding, and she already unbuckled her seat belt. Daemon stopped the Ferrari immediately and looked at her with raised eyebrows, both a question and an assumption visible in his eyes. With a quick movement, Aleera turned the key and killed the engine, her other hand opening his seat belt as well.

“Move your seat back,” she said huskily and burned him with her eyes.

Her lust and desire spiked and made her pussy throb, the ache between her legs becoming almost unbearable. She had already fantasized about fucking someone in a car one or two times and now, she would make this fantasy come true. The leg slit made it easy for her as she pulled her dress up and straddled Daemon's lap after he had pushed the drivers seat back, her legs on each side of him squeezing his hips invitingly as he slid deeper into his seat.

“Do you know how much I want you?” Aleera breathed huskily and grabbed his hand to guide it between her legs and let him feel how soaked her panties already were for him. A moan escaped her lips as he slipped his fingers under the fabric and brushed through her folds, gathering some of her juices before circling her throbbing clit teasingly. “I'm going to fuck you in your beloved Ferrari.”

With that, her lips crashed against Daemon's in a searing kiss, swallowing his groan while she reached down to open his pants with nimble fingers, her head starting to spin slightly as his taste flooded her senses and let heat rose inside her. His scent and taste together with his proximity was intoxicating, his dominate and authoritative side surging forth as he pulled his hand out of her panties and firmly grabbed her ass, squeezing the supple flesh.

He lifted his hips and helped her to push his pants down to his knees. Aleera broke the kiss with much effort and couldn’t resist to look down, a wanton moan escaping her lips as her gaze fell upon Daemon’s cock that stood in all of its glory. She had always assumed that he would be bigger than the average man, and what she had felt a few minutes ago had only added to her assumption.

But upon seeing him right now, he had exceeded her expectations. His cock was long and thick, with a bulbous head and veins running all over it. His deep groan reverberated in the confined space of the car as Aleera took him in her petite hand and gave him a few long strokes, her thumb and middle finger not even touching due to his girth. Daemon’s movements were driven by lust and urgency as he merely pulled her panties aside and took her hand from his cock to grab it himself and guide it to her entrance.

The anticipation and desire between them grew as Aleera could feel his tip barely slipping between her soaked folds, staying like this for a moment while their eyes locked. It was as if he was searching for something and when he seemed to have found it, his hips bucked up and he buried almost his whole length inside her with one single thrust. The first moment, the stretch of her pussy was slightly painful due to her not being used to such girth, but at the same time, oh so delicious. Her legs twitched in pleasure and a moan spilled over her lips.

“Fuck, Aleera,” Daemon groaned and grabbed her by the hips, his fingers digging into her flesh and causing her cunt to clench around him. “You’re so tight.”

“All for you,” she gasped and let herself sink deeper, taking even the last few inches of his cock. “Gods, you feel so good, Daemon. Filling me so perfectly.”

Their shared moans echoed around them as Aleera started to move, rolling her hips against his a few times before she lifted herself up and started to bounce on his cock. His grip on her tightened as he supported her movements, guiding her on top of him and thrusting into her at the same time. Her brain slowly turned into mush and jolts of pleasure surged through her body.

“Daemon,” she moaned and arched against him as he descended his lips upon her neck, her fingers digging almost painfully into his shoulders for leverage and her focus shrinking down on him and the sensations coursing through her. “Fuck, you’re just perfect. This feels so good!”

Aleera’s movements became faster and more desperate as the knot of pleasure formed in her belly, raw and unrestrained moans tumbling out of her mouth. Squelching sounds reverberated in the space between them every time she sank down on him, a testament to how wet she was. Daemon’s low growl made her pussy clench around his cock as he pulled the top of her dress down to reveal her full breasts, his mouth instantly finding one of her pebbled nipples and eagerly starting to suck on it.

Something between a moan and a whimper spilled over her lips as his tongue circled her sensitive flesh and he gently bit down on it. She braced one of her hands on the little wall behind the seat and tangled the fingers of her other one in Daemon’s hair, pulling his head back and kissing him again. It was wet and sloppy, with their tongues partially playing with each other outside of their mouths, and she rolled her hips against his intensively, chasing the amazing feeling of pleasure.

“Gods, you’re so big,” Aleera gasped against Daemon’s lips after breaking the kiss, their breaths intermingling, and she could feel his cock throbbing inside her. “Hitting all the right spots and fucking me so deep. How much I’ve missed to feel like this.”

He groaned at her words and gently bit down on her lower lip, his fingers digging harder into the flesh of her hips and supporting her movements, pulling her against him. “Crispin doesn’t fuck you?” he asked breathlessly and huffed out a laugh as she shook her head. “What a dumbass. Turning someone like you down.”

Daemon growled possessively and trailed with his lips to her neck, licking over her pulse point and sinking his teeth in the sensitive skin. The growl turned into a moan as Aleera’s pussy clenched around his cock hard as an answer to his bite, coaxing him to do it again with the same result.

“You like that?” he murmured against her neck and let one of his hands wander to her ass, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh of the round cheek. Aleera moaned as an answer and nodded. “’course you like that. Filthy little slut that you are.”

His hand disappeared from her ass, instead wrapping around her waist, and his other hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her throat to him while the intense gaze of his violet eyes burned into her. “So tight and wet for me. Creating a beautiful mess on my lap.”

Daemon looked down for a moment, watching her sweet juices pool at the base of his cock and drench his balls. “I’ll make you cum on my cock, make this sweet little pussy of yours clench around me.” Aleera moaned loudly at this words and could feel her orgasm approaching, the ability to form coherent sentences slipping from her. “And after that, I’ll make you cum again, and again.”

“Fuck, Daemon,” she gasped and closed her eyes as hot pleasure surged through her, her body tensing and her pussy starting to flutter around him. “Yes, please.”

A mewl spilled over her lips as he placed one hand between her legs and started to tease her clit with his thumb, brushing over it and drawing circles into it, pushing her dangerously close to the edge. The knot of pleasure in her belly coiled tighter and her thighs started to tremble.

“Cum for me, sweet girl,” Daemon said quietly, his voice raspy and hoarse, and slightly shifted his position beneath her.

The movement also caused a change in angle and his cock to hit her sweet spot. With a strangled moan, Aleera’s body convulsed and she tumbled over the edge, her thighs trembling heavily and her pussy clenching rhythmically around Daemon’s cock. He gritted his teeth and stopped to thrust into her, instead just letting her ride out her orgasm and fighting his own back. But Aleera didn’t stop the movements of her hips, continuing to roll them against his and increasing the speed again after the most intense waves of her climax had subsided after a long moment.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned and threw her head back, already chasing another orgasm after two months without them. “Please, Daemon, don’t stop. I’m gonna cum again!”

He resumed his thrusts with a guttural groan, pounding into her from beneath and now chasing his own climax that he could feel creeping up on him. His hands grabbed her hips firmly again and pulled her down against him to meet his thrusts halfway, increasing the force of it and causing the knot of pleasure to form in her belly again.

Aleera wasn’t aware of the sounds that escaped her lips, gasps, moans, and whimpers, nor did she care about the volume. She’d never been one to keep quiet during sex, and measured by the thrusts becoming harder, Daemon very much liked that she let him hear how amazing he made her feel.

“Daemon,” Aleera moaned breathlessly and looked at him, the sight of his handsome face beautifully distorted with pleasure almost pushing her over the edge. She could feel a specific tension building in her lower belly and pussy, a pressure that she had only experienced twice in her life but that she craved since then. “I’m gonna squirt!”

It took a moment for his brain to catch up, but as he comprehended her words, his eyebrows drew together in slight confusion and he returned her gaze with a question in his eyes. Aleera didn’t have the chance to explain anything, instead concentrating on this addictive feeling of an approaching orgasm. The delicious drag of his thick cock over every inch of her sensitive walls, the constant stimulation of her G-spot, the expression of pure ecstasy on his face, and his groans of pleasure in her ears were an intoxication combination.

But she didn’t come. For a long moment, she walked the fine line between tumbling over the edge and calming down again, the knot in her belly coiled up impossibly tight and her pussy tightening and pulsing around Daemon’s cock. The pleasure that surged through her with each of his thrusts became almost unbearable, and she wrapped one arm around his shoulders, hiding her face in the crook of his neck and whimpering helplessly.

“Fuck, Aleera,” Daemon moaned with a strained voice and needed to close his eyes for a moment as her cunt tightened around him, squeezing his cock deliciously and pushing him closer to the edge.

He didn’t know what she meant when she had said that she would squirt; he’d never experienced something like this with a woman before, but he knew for sure that he wouldn’t be able to endure it without cuming. Not when it meant that her sweet little pussy would squeeze his cock even more. Daemon could feel his orgasm building rapidly and licking at his spine, his balls tightening in sweet torture. But he was determined to push her over the edge once more before he would allow himself to succumb to the raw ecstasy that set his body on fire.

“Cum for me,” Daemon choked out, his breathing ragged and beads of sweat slowly running down his temples. “You need to cum for me, kēlitsos.” (little cat.)

The sound of his voice, strained and dark with lust, caused the knot in Aleera’s belly to finally snap and let her shatter. The scream that left her mouth was loud and long as her orgasm finally crashed through her and her body convulsed heavily in his arms. Her vision turned black for a long moment, and her thighs trembled and squeezed his hips as her body tried to close her legs.

Her pussy clenched around his cock like a vice, the squeeze bordering painful, milking him for all he was worth and sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. His muscles tensed and with a guttural moan, Daemon succumbed to his own orgasm, his hot seed spilling deep into her while she squirted all over his cock and lap, the clear fluid gushing out of her pussy for multiple seconds and wetting both their lower bodies and the leather of the drivers seat of his beloved Ferrari.

Panting heavy, they both just sat there for a long moment in a tight embrace, reveling in the port-orgasmic bliss and trying to catch their breath. Aleera straightened herself after a few minutes and looked at Daemon, her eyes shining brightly with satisfaction and the blue being more vibrant than he'd ever seen it. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he couldn’t help but chuckle quietly as he shifted a little and became acutely aware of the wetness between both their bodies and his ass and the seat.

Looking down and seeing the evidence of the pleasure he had bestowed upon her, Daemon remarked dryly: “It seems like you have ruined my car.” Aleera merely raised an eyebrow and gave him a smug grin. “I must say watching you experiencing such a strong orgasm was quite enticing and satisfying. Did you squirt before?”

“Twice,” she answered, her voice slightly hoarse and lifted herself up to climb back into the passengers seat, another quiet moan spilling over her lips as his cock slipped out of her. “Both times with the same man.”

“Not Crispin, I suppose,” Daemon said and awkwardly pulled his pants back up.

“No,” Aleera replied with a small laugh, amused by the deliberate falseness of her husband’s name and fixed her panties and dress, reveling in the feeling of Daemon’s seed slowly dripping out of her pussy. “Not with him.”

“Good,” he said and started the car again to drive into the garage, completely ignoring that his pants were now damp.

The silence that settled between them was comfortable and had something intimate, as if they already were a couple for several years. Both of them remained sitting in the car after the purring of the engine had stopped and just looked at each other.

“Do you want to come inside?” Daemon asked quietly after a moment, his eyes warm and loving.

Aleera knew that this wasn’t just the question if she would like to sleep here in his house until tomorrow before she returned to her husband. This question contained so much more. An affectionate and happy smile spread across her face.

“I’d very much like to.”

@schniiipsel

My first time writing smut in English ^^ Thank you for reading, I hope you've enjoyed it :)

MDNI and divider by benkeibear.

[robotgirlfoxears]

In Progress fanfic for fallout new Vegas between Ulysses and my courier, Victoria (goes by Vic).

Vic sat down on a rock beside Ulysses with a sigh. The camp had grown since last she saw him. Now there was a small campfire and a makeshift tent overlooking the expanses. The man she had come to see sat stoically but she could sense a weariness to him she hadn't seen before. Was he letting his guard down? Vic sat and fidgeted for a few minutes, her mind racing and her heart pounding. She couldn't hide it even if she wanted to. No, Ulysses deserves to see her as she truly is.

"Courier. Do you intend to stay long?"

"Am I welcome to?"

"You have more right to be here than I."

A few minutes passed in silence, a few marked men walked the streets of Hopeville below. Whether they noticed the two couriers was hard to say. Then Vic turned to look at Ulysses.

"I know this probably means very little coming from me but I feel you deserve to know that I truly am sorry. You are right to blame me. I was careless and abandoned my home--our home. It was that carelessness that took something special from you. I don't expect to be forgiven but I needed to let you know that."

What seemed like an eternity passed. Oh god had she insulted him? Had she become just as mocking as the White Legs? Oh god oh god-

"Thank you, Courier. Far too many people in this world shirk their responsibilities, turn their lives into a meaningless array of actions and words until demise. You bear the weight of your actions like a cross from Caesar and yet you do it with a grace I've seen in few women and fewer men."

Vic stared with mouth agape. He....respected her? After all she'd done? Just a few words and that's it??

"You seem surprised, Victoria. Why?"

"Well I.... I don't know what to say."

"Then let the silence speak for you."

Almost half an hour passed. The two sat looking on into the sands thinking. It felt necessary.

"Was speaking with me your only intention for coming here, or is there another purpose in your step?"

"Well I've been doing a lot of thinking and I think you're right-this *is* my home and I have a responsibility to tend to it, even in this state."

"You intend to make up for your actions by punishing yourself?" Ulysses laughed, something Vic had never heard before. "Perhaps I haven't been the best influence on you then. Your actions are history and no punishment will remedy that."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"I'm not finished, Victoria. While your past is unchangable, your future is unwritten. Don't throw it away like I do."

"I......I guess you're right as usual. Still, I feel the need to be here. Even if I don't make it my home I'm going to visit more often so you'd better get used to me". Vic laughed nervously.

"I....I think I might enjoy that. It's hard to spend so long obsessing over someone without growing a bit...fond."

What?!?! Did he actually just say that? Fond?? After everything? Respect was hard enough to believe but fondness? Had the radiation in the Divide screwed with his head?

"I can tell you're surprised again, courier. I suppose that's understandable given everything I've done."

Everything he's done? Even if he did go through with his plan it wouldn't've hurt nearly as many people as the victims of The Divide (both the original inhabitants and the marked men).

"Even if you had gone through with it, it's nothing like what I did."

Ulysses chuckled to himself again. She really did learn, maybe too well.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Absolutely."

"Well it's about history-my history to be exact. A part of it I'm not sure you've heard."

Ulysses looked at Vic intently, like an eager student ready to learn.

"Well, my culture has been taken from me too. My father's ancestors, the Acjachemen, were colonized and assimilated. We were't allowed to speak our own language or practice our own customs. We were expected to either become like our colonizers or die trying."

"I am truly sorry for your loss, Victoria. I know that loneliness, that gaping hole in your chest of knowing you're missing something but being so far removed that the memory, however tight you hold on, begins to fade."

"It's nice knowing someone who can sympathize. It's...hard to talk about especially because I'm so far removed I almost feel like I don't have the right."

[oneshotnewbie]

ALTERNATIVE TO AMELIA SHEPHARD X READER FIC ♥

"Where is she?!" did you hear someone scream in the hallway on the third floor while you were with Amelia and Edwards, discussing the new MRI scans of your patient.

Immediately you clawed at your chair and looked in the direction of Amelia who was standing with her back to you; your eyes wide, your jaw hanging down to the floor - trembling in panic. She too had turned from the whiteboard and her eyes fixed you and your body language. The brunette knew how to assign this voice.

In order not to intensify his aggression even further, she walked up to you and kneeled in front of you. While her fingers ran through the strand of hair on your face and put it behind your ear, a hand was on your knee to reassure you. Or so she hoped. "You need to listen to me now, do you understand?"

You nodded, still totally shocked that your ex had shown up again. "I am going out there now and try to calm him down as long as the security comes and gets this bastard out of here."

You looked at the floor, a tennis ball-sized knot had pent up in your throat and your heart was beating as if it was about to explode while your mind wandered to all the times when he had hurt you. You could still feel the impact of his palm on your cheek, the fists in the pit of your stomach and every single broken rib as you inhaled.

Your sisters gaze turned to Edwards, who was sitting on the table and watching the whole spectacle questioningly. She didn't know anything about your ey or the difficult relationship that you had actually successfully left behind. "Edwards, as soon as I am out the door, you lock it and close the blinds so that he can't look in here. Then you call the service, they need to send the security up."

"Please don't go, Am." you spoke in a whisper and began to cry. You didn't want to show your emotions in front of a beginner, but there was no other way. As if your emotions were taking control and flowing on their own. "Sweetheart, I need to. I will be back as soon as possible okay? You are safe."

But were you?

"Edwards, understood?" she remarked. "Yes, but.."

"Just do it!" she belted and looked at the assistant before she traced a big kiss on your forehead and pushed her way through the small crack in the door.

As soon as she disappeared from you, Edwards did what she was told and you heard aggressive screams from your sister. She was sick of all the crap; you had just managed to overcome it and now he was back and dropped you into a sharp heap again.

The panic in you spread throughout your body when you heard several things fall to the floor. You got up and let yourself fall to the floor where you crawled into a corner, pulled your legs to your chest and clapped your hands over your ears as you started sobbing. You couldn't handle it anymore.

---

Edwards had tried in vain to calm you down, but she had no idea what to do in such a panic situation or how to act and so she sat helplessly in front of you and held her hands on your hands that covered your ears to show you that someone was there and you didn't have to endure it alone.

But it didn't helped.

Only when Amelia walked back into the room a few moments later, practically throwing herself in front of you and asked Edwards to get out of the room, you opened your eyes again. The perfume of the person in front of you was already an indication that Amelia was back and that you were a little more safe.

Her arms wrapped around your entire shaking figure and her chin rested on your head. With soothing and gentle touches on your back she gave you the signal that it was all over; like she did every time you had a panic attack. You were in trance, your ears didn't perceive any sounds from your surroundings and you had absolutely no control over your body.

You were trapped in this like a prison in your own soul.

All the moments in which he had hit and hurt you came back in your mind's eyes and played out again. It was like a bad movie that you couldn't quit and that you had to watch until the end.

During the whole time you screamed unnoticed in her arms of the brunettes. You whined, you winced and flinched, you cried and you hit her unintentionally. But she stood firm and still held you tight in her arms, not even thinking for a second about letting go or leaving you alone.

Her heart burned with pain and her body struggled with the infinite anger she had.

These episodes were not easy for her either and she had to hold back her tears to be strong for you, even if it tore her inside.

[mellometal]

Is it time to tear ANOTHER Dhar Mann video to shreds? YOU BET.

I've been sitting on this one for a bit because I wanted to make sure I talk about this tactfully. The subject of parents abandoning their disabled children is a very touchy one.

Parents abandoning their disabled children simply for being disabled is way too common. Like, I understand that not everyone has the resources to care for a disabled child (which is why you reach out for help, and why people like me, who work with disabled people, exist), but it doesn't mean you just walk out of their life. There are exceptions, like if you truly didn't want children or something like that, but just flat-out walking out of your kid's life BECAUSE they're disabled is fucked up.

I know someone personally whose biological mother abandoned her when she was born. Why? Because she's disabled. Physically, and mentally, to a point. I work with this woman on a daily basis. I don't really know WHY exactly her biological mother abandoned her, but I do know that her being disabled was part of it. It's sad. It doesn't affect her, thankfully. I'm happy that she's got her biological dad, her brother, and another maternal figure in her life, at least.

ANYWAYS. Before we get to the topic at hand, I need to put an obligatory trigger warning, like I do with EVERY Dhar Mann post:

This post will be talking about parents abandoning their disabled children simply for being disabled, treating disabilities like they're tragedies (in this case, we're talking about autism...again), divorce, and some SPICY ableist bullshit from an allistic (nonautistic) PIECE OF SHIT.

If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable in any way, you don't have to read this post. This isn't worth putting yourself in a bad state mentally. I would never ask for any of you to put yourselves in that position all for a post. Put your mental health and well-being first. Consume media that sparks joy for you.

As far as my response goes, it's definitely more calm than normal. Funny....since this video is about autism spectrum disorder again. (Third time's the charm, huh, Dhar Mann? NOT.)

LET'S FUCKING GET IT.

The video starts off with these two parents (Gwen and Allen) in a psychologist's office. The psychologist tells the parents that their son (Chance) is autistic, and she tries to explain what autism is to the parents, but Allen cuts her off. Why? Because he teaches at a prestigious university, so he AUTOMATICALLY knows what autism is from that fact alone.

Um, excuse me? Just because you're a teacher at a prestigious university, it doesn't mean you're an expert in everything. It doesn't make you an expert in ASD or anything like that. Unless you SPECIALIZE in that area. Even then, shut the fuck up. The people who know about being autistic are AUTISTIC PEOPLE THEMSELVES! SHOCKER.

Hey, Dhar Mann! QUIT WITH THE VIDEOS ABOUT AUTISTIC LITTLE WHITE BOYS AND YOUNG WHITE AUTISTIC CISHET MEN! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF IT. It's annoying, ignorant, and it feels like you're doing this on purpose at this point to piss people off. If you're so uninformed about autism in women and girls, FUCKING ASK AUTISTIC WOMEN AND GIRLS! DO BETTER RESEARCH THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE AUTISM SPEAKS. The Autism Self Advocacy Network (ASAN) and the Autistic Women and Nonbinary People Network (AWN) are great organizations to go to for any kind of research on ASD in women and girls. STOP GOING OFF OF THE BRAINS OF AUTISTIC WHITE BOYS AND AUTISTIC WHITE MEN.

I don't feel I need to go too deep into the fact that autistic women, autistic girls, autistic nonbinary people, autistic BIPOC, autistic AAPI, autistic LGBT people, autistic teenagers, and autistic adults exist. Y'all already know.

Gwen asks the psychologist if that means Chance isn't healthy. (I understand not knowing about autism, but don't treat it like it's a terminal illness. Please.) The psychologist tells her that Chance is fine, but he just learns differently and might need more support compared to his peers.

Yeah, autism can affect how you learn about certain things (limited and repetitive patterns), but there are other disabilities that can affect learning as well. Like how dyslexia can affect your ability to read, dyspraxia can affect your ability to do math, and Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) can affect your ability to focus or on impulse control. Autism affects how your brain is developed, it affects you socially, behaviorally, and how you communicate.

Allen is upset, says that he can't have a son "with a learning disability" (ASD is a neurological disability, not necessarily a learning disability), and treats Chance like he's stupid for being autistic. Gwen tells her husband that autism doesn't make you any less intelligent, WHICH IS SO FUCKING TRUE. ABSOLUTE FACTS. I was totally with her until she began that little monologue with "Just because a person HAS autism". SAY "JUST BECAUSE A PERSON'S AUTISTIC" INSTEAD! IT'S NOT HARD. PERSON FIRST LANGUAGE ISN'T WHAT EVERY DISABLED PERSON PREFERS. Allen says that "they could have another kid" and "put Chance up for adoption". Gwen obviously wasn't down with that. Allen gives his wife an ultimatum that it's either HIM or their son Chance. Gwen says that she can't choose between the two, but she will stand by her autistic son. Allen gets up and leaves the office, saying he wants a divorce.

Years pass by, Gwen is single and taking care of her autistic son Chance, and Allen has a new life with a ✨perfect son✨ (Samuel). He never mentions the son HE abandoned (Chance). He's completely forgotten about Gwen and Chance. (YOU OWE SO MUCH CHILD SUPPORT, ALLEN.)

Hey, Allen, how much do you wanna bet that your ✨perfect son✨ Samuel is autistic too?

There's the SATs, they're announcing a winner, and guess who it is? IT'S OBVIOUSLY CHANCE, OF COURSE. He's got the highest score in the country, with Samuel in second place. Allen is PISSED.

Chance gives a speech about how his mom really helped him, he struggled with autism, how Allen LITERALLY ABANDONED HIM, and THE CROWD GOES FUCKING WILD. Samuel, instead of being a sore loser, APPLAUDS FOR CHANCE. Stay humble, Sam.

My thoughts on the video? If you cannot tell by my tone throughout this post, IT WAS DOG SHIT. This video was insensitive to the true reality of parents abandoning their disabled children just because they're disabled. What do I expect from Dhar Mann at this point?

Here's my response to his video below. Don't worry, I will fully type out my response soon for anyone who cannot read the screenshots easily. It's a lot easier for me to do that on the desktop site than it is for me to do it on my phone.

For anyone who can’t read my response, I’m typing it out for you. Like I said, it’s easier for me to type it out on the desktop site than it is for me to type it out on my phone. It’s a real royal pain in the ass. But because I’m trying to make my posts easier to read for people, I’m doing this anyway. /lighthearted

First, second, and third screenshots (broken up into paragraphs):

Hey, listen, I appreciate the message you’re trying to go for, but can you please stop putting autistic people into a box? Can you stop treating being autistic like it’s a tragedy? Not every single autistic person is a little white boy in elementary school who’s considered “wild and unruly” or “super quiet and makes no friends”, nor are they a young white cishet man who’s a super genius or is how Chris Chan was before she came out as trans. (For anyone who doesn’t know about Chris Chan, there are many documentaries people have made on YouTube, and I highly recommend Geno Samuel’s docuseries, if you’re really interested in learning about Chris Chan.)

Autistic women, girls, nonbinary people, BIPOC, APPI, LGBT people, teenagers, and adults all exist too. 

It’s very apparent now that you get your resources from Autism $peaks, a hate group that spends the vast majority of their money on funding eugenics instead of helping autistic people like they claim, claims that only little white boys and young white cishet men are autistic and ignores all other autistic people who don’t fit that description, have no autistic people on their leader board or on any board for that matter, have members who have actually fantasized about k1lling their autistic children, treat autism like it’s a tragedy or a disease someone can catch (completely false), act like autism should be cured (there is no cure, and ABA therapy is a total shit show in itself), and treats autistic people like they’re broken and need to be fixed. Also, not every autistic person is a Super Genius(tm). That’s so demeaning to autistic people who aren’t seen as intelligent in any way. I’m autistic and seen as smart; however, there are subjects I’m stronger in than others.

If you can’t handle the possibility of having autistic children, or just disabled children in general, DON’T HAVE CHILDREN. If you can’t handle working with or alongside disabled people, including autistic people, maybe find a different profession. Even if you do that, you’ll never get away from disabled people. Disabled people aren’t a disease. We’re human beings just like neurotypical and able-bodied people.

Fourth and fifth screenshots (broken up into paragraphs): 

I would highly suggest getting resources from reputable organizations for ASD, such as the Autism Self Advocacy Network (ASAN) and the Autistic Women and Nonbinary People Network (AWN). Talk to any autistic person who isn’t a little white boy or a young white cishet man. 

Instead of using the puzzle piece, which is a symbol that many autistic people, myself included, are offended by (because of Autism $peaks and other organizations before them using it, plus it symbolizes that only autistic children exist and that we’re “missing a piece” like we’re broken), use the rainbow infinity sign (for all neurodivergent people) or the red and gold infinity sign (just for autistic people). Instead of “lighting it up blue”, light it up red or gold. Do both if you want. 

I’m actually really sick and tired of seeing just autistic little white boys and young autistic white cishet men being represented in the media, and y’all manage to fuck that up too. 

Before anyone mentions Sia’s movie “Music”, that’s also very poor representation of autistic girls. Besides, the actress who played the autistic girl isn’t even autistic. She MOCKED autistic people. I know she’s a kid, but that’s still super fucked up. I hope she’s able to turn that around. 

If anyone would like to discuss this topic with me or ask any questions, feel free to. I’ll answer as best as I can. Thank you and have a good night.

Before I get attacked for mentioning Chris Chan in my response, I bring up Chris Chan because allistic people think that every autistic person is like her (especially before she came out as trans). That person is part of why I wasn't open about being autistic or talking about my diagnosis until this year. I didn't want to be grouped up with Chris Chan because I do have very similar interests to her, I've been seen as cringey for having said interests, and just the way Chris treated autistic people who were formerly diagnosed with A$p3rg3r$ $yndr0m3 (like I was) really made me feel even more alienated.

Also, S1a supports A$ (Autism $p3aks). She's not a very good person to support. Some of her music is good, but her as a person....no. Her movie "Music" was gross, from what I've read about it and seen pictures of.

If you've read this far, thank you so much!

[butteraway]

when time runs out | iv

⋆ summary:  A young girl has fallen deeply ill with an unknown disease in her, so with all her free time spent in an empty hospital room, she spends it online playing video games. That's until she meets her cousins friends, one spiking her interest with his extremely vulgare language.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: none

authors note: I wanna say im so sorry for lying to yall about that extra chapter KJDFFF😭😭 ALSO @chibiiichann I APOLOGIZE FOR SPAMMING YOU WHENEVER I REPLIED TO YOU💀 A DIFFERENT ACC WOULD POP UP BUT THE FIRST CHAPTER WAS AN INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER EXPLAINING THE OC'S CONDITION JFJDJD

"HAHA! I GOTCHU NOW LOSER!" Y/N smashed the buttons on her controller, basically on the edge of her bed. A grunt was heard through her headphones, then a loud bang with laughing in the background. Y/N felt her stomach turn at the sound of this, feeling a little left out, but smiled nonetheless.

"HOW'D YOU EVEN DO THAT?!! YOU’RE DOING SOME HACKING MY GUY!" Denki yelled through the laughing in the background, hands pulling at his hair. He seriously couldn't believe it!

"I'm not! I just wanted to show Sero I'm way better at this game than you are. And turns out I am!" Y/N let out a loud laugh, falling backwards onto her pillow. After finding out that 'Tape Dispenser' went to her cousin’s school by hearing his voice in the back of Denki's room, she got to learn more about this Sero dude. She already knew this after their last game a few nights ago, but he was so chill. It was still insane for her to find out that her cousin and online friend went to the same hero school. The coincidences in this world. Y/N thought as she grinned.

"It's okay Kaminari, you still lasted a long time! But you did get brutally beat by Y/N at the end though..." Sero said, trying to raise Denki's low spirits, but only succeeded in making him more miserable. Rustling was heard through Y/N's headphones, making it obvious that there was movement happening.

"You don't understand Sero! THIS IS THE ONLY GAME I COULD FULLY BEAT THIS GIRL IN!" Denki shook Sero by the shoulders, quickly doing the action. Cackling was heard through the speakers while the girl wiped a tear from her eye. Sero laughed along, as he was pushed to the ground by Denki. His arms were crossed as he looked away, upset that Y/N managed to finally beat him in every game they played.

"It's okay Denki, not everyone can be as good as me!" Y/N exclaimed, getting up from her bed to start taping specific parts of her room. Kaminari continued to complain about his defeat to Sero, who only chuckled in response. As she finished taping the bottom of the walls, Y/N sat back on her bed, sighing in content.

"So, how are you? I'm doing terribly after being utterly destroyed by you, by the way." Said Kaminari, opening his water bottle and taking large gulps from it. Y/N felt her face light up as she remembered to tell Kaminari of her future activity.

"Bro, you won't believe this! So, basically, they're actually letting me paint my room! All by myself! How fricking cool is that?!" The girl laughed out loud, jumping on her bed in excitement. Kaminari's eyes widen, in surprise and slight fear, sitting up and taking in the new information.

"Wait, really? But isn't that like extremely dangerous? Cuz of the chemicals and what not??" He tried his best to keep his voice leveled, not noticing Sero look at him weirdly. That guy had no idea what was happening.

"Well, they said that they were gonna do something to the paint so it won't hurt me or anything, I don't know what, but-" Y/N was cut off by an extremely confused Sero. "Wait wait wait, hold on. I don't understand what's happening. How can paint harm you? Besides like...eating it. And what do you mean by 'finally getting to paint your room?’ Silence was the only answer he got. Sero gulped in embarrassment, thinking he asked a really personal question.

"Um, it's nothing du-" A loud 'shhhhhhh' was heard from Y/N, who let out a shaky breath. She never really told anyone, it's not like she could either way, being confined in the hospital room for a long time. She pushed a loose strand of her away from her face, preparing herself to tell Sero.

"Well, the reason is because I basically live in a hospital. I can't go outside, or have 'unpurified' air, as the doctors like to say, meaning my interactions with people and the outside world are extremely limited. That means anything that's not cleared of dust and germs, I guess, can be extremely harmful for me? As pathetic as it sounds, it could actually kill me, haha." It was quiet as Sero took in the information, a large wave of emotions crashing on him. A person shouldn't have to be locked in a room for the rest of their life. Especially someone who is such a sweet person like Y/N.

"I-I'm so sorry to hear that Y/N. If you don't mind me asking, how...how long have you been in the hospital?" The young girl answered with a quick 'Two years', and that's when Sero felt his stomach twist uncomfortably. Kaminari abruptly got up and headed towards his door.

"I'm gonna get something to eat, you want something dude?" Kaminari's voice was low and trembling. It didn't take a genius to see that the blonde haired boy needed some time alone. "No thanks." Kaminari let out a hum, quickly exiting his room and closing the door shut. Sero heard the loud sniffs that slowly faded away, as he hung his head down.

"Hey, you good Sero? That was probably a lot to take in, sorry." Sero shook his head, letting a sad smile adorn his face. "It's fine, really. I actually feel honored that you're comfortable telling me. Feels like we're getting closer, to be honest." He smiled happily, meaning every word he said. And Y/N knew that. "Ha, we are though!" The air was tense, despite the two teenagers being in different rooms.

Y/N went to clear her throat, but was interrupted when a light knock echoed throughout her room. "Someone there?" Sero asked, noticing her silence and hearing the very faint knocking.

"Yeah, um Sero, I'll call you guys later, my doctor wants to talk." Y/N quickly replied, seeing Receen open the door and walk in with his thin suit on. Sero let out an ok and they hang up. Y/N finally took in how the doctor looked, noticeable eye bags under his blue-grey eyes, from lack of sleep. His dark hair slightly tousled, probably from putting on the protective helmet that came with the suit, and a small smile on his welcoming face. And a large container of paint in his left hand. Her eyes immediately lit up.

"What’s up doc? I see you have something in your hand, can I see it closer?" The small girl asked, getting up and making a grabbing motion with her hands. Receen chuckled, lifting up the paint for Y/N to see. Even if he were to hand her the container, she wouldn't be able to hold. She was just too weak. Said girl let out a high pitch 'OOOO ' in excitement.

"I'm not sure if you wanted more, but we managed to get you your favorite color! This should be enough to paint the room, you can even put a second layer if you want." Receen walked over to where Y/N put all the equipment, opening the container of paint. And with a low grunt from him, the lid was opened. Y/N watched with amazement as the doctor poured the soft looking paint into a tray. She picked up a roller near her, and drowned the roller in paint, the white fluff getting covered in color.

The two began painting, Y/N's hand shaking every now and then. After painting half the room, they sat in silence, resting for a while. Receen seemed to be tense, though Y/N didn't seem to notice since she was too happy to speak. Receen let out a breath, breaking the silence, causing Y/N to look towards him.

"I didn't get to ask you how you were, did I Y/N? How are you?" Said girl let a beaming smile spread on her face, causing Receen to slightly squint his eyes from the intensity of her smile. "Honestly, I haven't felt this happy in a very long time! I actually still can't believe you guys really let me do this! Thank you so much!"

Receen gave her a small smile while rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not a problem, you could’ve asked sooner and gotten this done a long time ago. You've been here for two years, so please don't be afraid of asking for things!" At the mention of her time spent in the hospital, Y/N lowered her head, causing Receen to wince. Well, might as well tell her. The doctor cleared his throat and began to talk.

"Y/N, as you are aware, I, along with many other doctors and scientists, have been working hard for you to be able to go outside again. To see your family, hug them, be a normal kid again." There was a pause and that alone caught Y/N's attention. She looked up at him. "There is a way for you to finally do that, Y/N."

Shock evident on the girl's face, she abruptly stood up and faced the doctor. There was absolutely no way anyone could have found a cure for someone like her. Someone who had an incurable sickness. Someone who was too sick, to even have medicine. He's lying. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the grown man sitting in front of her.

"With all due respect Doctor, I highly doubt that ​​that's possible. Cuz, y'know? I basically have an incurable disease? I mean, like, even if you did manage to find a way for me to leave this place, how do you even know it's gonna work? I don't think you've tried this medicine since no one in recorded hospital documents in the past have had people like that checked in before-"

"How do you even know that?"

"-so how do you truly know it'll work?" Y/N quickly finished, completely ignoring his statement. Receen sighed, scratching his head. "We live in a world where quirks exist. Would you believe me if I told you centuries ago that the human race would evolve to have super powers? It's kind of like that, but not really." Y/N eyed him suspiciously. He's avoiding the question.

Receen looked straight at the girl standing in front of him. He felt slightly intimidated by her piercing gaze. He quickly looked away and got up, towering over Y/N's small frame. Then he smiled. "Y/N, you are a very sweet girl, no doubt about it. I know how much you want to get out of here, and I want to help you. My team has created this almost perfect pill, especially suited for your sickness. I know you're very cautious, just like your mother, but I can only reassure you, that these are your ticket out of here." He pulled out the bottle from his protective suit, shaking it in front of [Y/N].

Her eyes widened as she restrained herself from reaching out and snatching the bottle. Her eyes slightly narrowed as she pulled herself together. Crossing her arms and slightly tilting her upwards, she looked into the doctor's bright eyes. "There's always a catch when it comes to these kinds of things. What's the price if I take these? My lifespan shortens, I only have five hours to go outside, it drugs me or something?"

"I'm hurt you think I would just give you these without setting out the consequences." There was a slight glint in his eyes before it quickly disappeared. Y/N hummed, urging the doctor to continue.

"There are exactly 15 pills in here. And consuming just one of these bad boys right here, would allow you to go outside! Though, time is very important when taking these. You'd have 10 hours before the pills effects wear off. These would dull your hypersensitive senses, but not to a point where you can't feel, smell or do anything. No no, it'd just be like how you were before. You'd feel slightly dizzy and be a little itchy, but besides that, nothing too extreme. It just dulls all your body senses down." Receen gave Y/N a small smile. She looked a little weary, unsure if what he said was true. She looked at the bottle then back to Doctor Receen, fingers twitching every now and then. Breathing in and letting it out slowly, Y/N stared straight into the doctor's eyes.

If I take these, I can finally go out. I can hug mom and dad, I can be around Denki again. I can meet Sero face to face and feel the grass again! I can be... happy again. But if these don't actually work, I'd immediately die on the spot. I'd be able to go outside though. Aah, so much going outside, I can meet new people! I don't wanna spend the rest of my days slowly rotting away in here anyway.

"So Y/N, are you going to take them or let all our time go to waste?"

Sero looked at his hands solemnly, thinking about what Y/N had told him. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, then lightly slapped his cheeks to stop the wave of emotions from spilling out.

"Yo, you good dude? It's not everyday I see someone willingly slapping themselves." Kaminari chuckled, walking in and closing the door with his foot as he carried a soda bottle and a bag of chips towards the boy sitting on his bed. Sero grinned, feeling the sadness of everything wash away.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. But what about you though? After we had that conversation, you were, well, umm... kind of out of it." Kaminari froze, letting a dejected smile appear on his face. Dragging a hand down his face, he let out a sorrowful laugh.

"She's my best friend. My first real, true friend. She's basically my sister at this point. So when she collapsed that day, I felt my whole world crashing down. She is the sweetest, the most kindest, person I have ever met. She never let me degrade myself, alway cheered me up when people called me stupid." Kaminari rubbed his eyes, opening the bag of chips and plopping one of them into his mouth.

"It hasn't been the same ever since she left, her parents barely come over anymore, and they're always so sad whenever I see them. My own parents aren't the same either, they treated her like their own daughter. I can't even begin to imagine how Y/N feels about this all. She was the top in our grade, highest scores in our test. No one could compare to her. M-my heart breaks for her. She lost everything." Sero let that information sink in, thinking about how she was before. He smiled as he saw Kaminari's shoulders begin to shake. He cares so much for her.

He put his hand on his shoulder, watching Kaminari slowly lift his face towards him. "Come here you emotional ball of feelings." Being the friendly guy he is, Sero gave the sobbing boy a hug, cuz hugs fix everything.

"No homo though bro." And with that, they both laughed out loud, continuing their bro day.

[kerie-prince]

We're Worlds Apart (6)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: language, smoking (cigarettes), mentions of sexual activity (but no actual scenes), Blaise (you know what i mean <3)

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: would y'all be interested if i added a smut chapter? also fun fact! the little date bit where y/n thinks about her worst date is based on my real life experience. only we didn't go to mcdonald's, we went to in-n-out. and it was terrible

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Blaise Zabini.

This man was the walking definition of lust. Flirtatious, smooth, and most definitely a womanizer. He didn’t hide it in his actions and you didn’t care. He could break your heart and have you crying for weeks, but man, if he wasn’t gorgeous.

Blaise Zabini looked as if he was carefully molded by Aphrodite. A man almost too beautiful for the world, and you’re going on a date with him. He nearly knocked the air out of your lungs when he asked to take you out to the fanciest, most expensive restaurant in Buffalo. And who were you to say no?

The whole window incident was completely forgotten. He could see more if he’d like— “Hey Y/N?” Your employee brought you out of your thoughts. A soft blush was on your face as you tried to act like you weren’t thinking of your neighbors’ friend. “Uh, yeah, what’s up?”

“Did you want me to put the crystal beads in the front? They’ve been really popular today.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You had a few more hours of your day left before going back home. You had called over two of your best friends to catch up and help you pick out an outfit for your date that coming Saturday. It was currently Thursday, but in case nothing in your closet was good enough, you’d at least have some time to go shopping with them. Which was probably going to happen anyway.

It was a really good day; it got really busy with customers and the usual nuisance was gone today. But no matter how busy it was, you still felt like time was passing by slowly. In all honesty, what you really wanted was to be able to see Blaise today even if it was for just a minute, just to say hi.

Your last date was six months ago and, well. If it went well, you wouldn’t be attending the date you were going to later on the weekend. It was a horrifying date; he took you to a fucking McDonalds on the first (and last) date, only paid for his own meal, and made weird sexual innuendos nearly the whole time. And the worst bit was that even though it was a terrible date, you decided to give him another shot by texting him saying that you’d like to go to another date and he never texted you back.

Blaise was only going to be around for a month, you know this. And you kinda felt bad for taking some of his time away from his best friend whom he was visiting for, but he asked you out. So, if he’s alright with it you should be, too.

After the store closed, you stayed an extra hour just to make sure everything was cleaned up and ready for tomorrow. As much as you were in a rush, you hated clutter and didn’t want to have to wake up earlier to clean. Most likely, your friends were gonna want to drink a little. Traffic home wasn't great, but once you got home you got exactly what you asked for.

Outside, Blaise stood against a wall smoking a cigarette on Draco’s porch. God, even the way he stands is hot you thought. He saw you pull in your driveway and put out the last of the bud onto the ashtray. Blaise made his way to you and your heart was beating hard. “Good evening, gorgeous,” he said in that mesmerizing British accent. I’d kill to hear that voice in the morning.

“Hello,” you sighed in contentment. He was about to say something before your friends pulled up next to your car. Internally, you groaned. You just had to hope they wouldn't say anything to embarrass you. Without taking the chance, you started thinking of a reason to excuse him back to Draco’s house but it was too late as your friends were already rushing to your side. Act normal, act normal, act normal—

“Hey Y/N, who's this?” Miranda probed. Her voice was suggestive and you caught how she looked Blaise up and down. Bianca, the shyest of the three stood aside and waved at him.

“Blaise, these are my best friends Miranda and Bianca,” your hands gestured to the girls by your side. “Guys, this is Blaise.”

He took their hands and kissed the top of them. “Well, you ladies have a goodnight. I’ll see you later, Y/N.” He winked at you before he left.

Miranda let out a sigh before she spoke, “God, you’re so lucky.” She started heading into your house and pulled out a bottle of wine from her purse. Yeah. I am.

—

Draco has no idea what he walked into.

Santa Marie’s was absolute chaos. There was nearly a horde of injured wizards and witches that he and his team had to help. People filled the waiting room and beds were constantly being changed for the next patient.

The worst bit of it was that no one had any memory as to what happened. “This is a really strong memory charm. Not as bad as how Lockhart was left, though. Any idea who could’ve done this?” Draco worked as he healed one person after the next. He’s been running around with Ian at his side.

“Not really. This is the first time I’ve ever seen anything like this. Hell, this is probably the first time anything like this ever happened at Santa Marie’s,” Ian pondered. It was true. Something like this hasn’t been seen in this hospital. But Draco wasn’t going to sit around and do nothing about it. He became Head Healer at Santa Marie’s for a reason and he was going to prove he deserves this position.

When he found a few minutes to himself, he called his landline at home to let Blaise and Theo know that he might not come home for the night. Theo was the one to answer the call and offered to take Draco some clothes if need be, but Draco already had a bag in his office just in case something kept him there. Guess today’s that day.

“Are you by yourself?” Draco asked.

“Yeah, Blaise left about twenty minutes ago,” Theo confirmed.

“Where’d he run off to? Not like he has other friends around,” Draco chuckled. He used the time to eat a sandwich from the cafeteria vending machine. Wasn't as filling, but he figured it’ll do for now until he would be able to eat an actual meal.

“Don’t you remember? Blaise got his date with… what’s her name again? The muggle, witch one, fuck if I know,” Theo said. That’s today? Draco had forgotten all about it. Of course, if he had remembered, he’d probably be distracted from his work today. Wait, why?

Theo regained his attention by calling his name multiple times thinking Draco had just hung up. “I’ll call you later. Still got loads of work to be done.”

“Hey, do you think they’ll do it-” Draco cut the call off before he could listen to the end of that sentence. Last thing he wanted on his mind while he worked was Blaise doing… things with you. It wasn’t because he liked you. You’re his neighbor and things could get pretty weird. It took months just to get along and have one engaging conversation.

And honestly, Draco still didn't like how you were a Wiccan. He may not understand what exactly it means, but it didn't matter. What would even happen if for some reason, Blaise actually showed you what real magic looks like? That was what really concerned Draco. Showing a muggle magic. He didn't know what those laws were like under the Magical Congress, but under the Ministry it was only allowed to show muggles magic and the wizarding world if it had the promise of marriage or you were a mudbl— muggleborn.

And Draco knew Blaise. His longest committed relationship was probably three months, so marriage is a definite no. Draco didn't know why he was even worried about it, it's just one bloody date. He figured that America made him soft as he stood ther overthinking about literally nothing. He was so immersed in his thoughts that he almost didn't feel Ashley flick his forehead. “Ow! That hurt!”

“I’d be worried if it didn't. You were standing there like a damn zombie. You ready to get back out there?” Ashley sassed. Draco scarfed the last of his sandwich and followed Ashley back to the emergency room. Ugh, I want this day to end.

—

It was the best date you ever had. You weren't in love or anything, but you were definitely tired out. The dinner was amazing and the conversations were engaging and interesting. But it's the events after the dinner that you remember.

Unlike boyfriends and girlfriends before, Blaise took his time with you. Slow, sensual and just perfect. It was quite suspicious, actually. What man is this perfect? There's something up. Weird foot fetish, secret Star Wars nerd. Or worse. Star Trek you thought.

Two days after the date, your best friends drove straight to your house after a single text was sent. There was no way Miranda and Bianca were going to read about the details on a phone screen, no. They wanted to hear the explicit details with their own ears.

“He did what?” Miranda nearly choked on the wine. There was a certain confidence in your aura. You slept with a man hand crafted by the gods and it was the best time of your life.

Bianca sat bashfully listening to your story, but she leaned forward to hear you better. “Little trashy for a first date, but who the hell cares? Ten out of ten, would definitely do again.” You smirked at the end of your corny joke. Your friends looked at each other and rolled their eyes. “Alright, we get it. What now, though? He's only here for a month. What's gonna happen now?” Miranda questioned.

“Dunno. But for now, I'm just having fun. At first, I thought it'd be weird since his friend isn't the most pleasant to live next to, but Blaise is different.” You could only assume they were different, but considering you were getting along way better you figured it was safe to assume they were.

“What does your neighbor even look like? I haven't seen him anywhere,” Bianca noticed. Now that you realize, you haven't seen your brooding neighbor in a couple days. Not that you cared. “Actually, I don't know. Work, probably,” you shrugged your shoulders as you brought your wine glass to your lips.

“Where does he work?” Miranda asked.

“In the emergency room at a hospital,” you answered.

“Oh. You know where?” Miranda kept at it. “No, we don't really talk much. Took me nearly six months to even find out that he even talks, let alone what he does for a living.” Just as you were about to take another sip, a certain black car was pulling up.

From afar, you could see the dark circles extremely prominent under Draco’s eyes and noticed him wearing the same clothes he left the house in a couple days ago. You actually pitied him, but admired him at the same time.

Being a doctor is no easy task, and here was one across the yard working day and night to help people. “Is that him?” Bianca noticed him from out the window. You nodded in response and took another sip of wine.

“I'm moving to England. There's no way that they have this many attractive men. Watch me pledge allegiance to the Queen, I don't care,” Miranda rambled. You laughed at her in response. “You said there's another person visiting him?”

“Yeah, why?” you quirked an eyebrow. “What does he look like?” Miranda looked at you with wide, hopeful eyes. You shrugged your shoulders, “Haven't seen him yet. Never comes out but I think I heard him once in the backyard.”

After a couple hours of talking and laughing, the two best friends decidedly went home and called you once they arrived safely. The night was chilly and the sky was clear. You admired the sunset and the orange and purple hues in the sky from the bench of your porch. If you could, you'd paint the scenery.

The sound of a door opening made you look to the side and saw Draco pulling out a cigarette. He looked around and once his eyes landed on yours, he reached in his pocket for the lighter. Once it was lighted, he took a deep inhale and let the smoke out with a long puff.

“Long couple days?” you asked from across. He took another puff before he started walking to the fence separating your yards. You did the same and leaned against it next to him. “Feel like shit,” he said under his breath.

“You look like shit,” you commented. Draco glared at you and you laughed at him. It took him a couple seconds to drop his glare and then he started laughing as well. When you looked at him, you noticed how his eyes crinkled and how bright his smile was. It was the first time you'd ever seen him like this and it made you feel a bit warmer inside. You remembered how when he'd first moved in, all you wanted was to be friends with your new neighbor and have moments like this.

The silence lasted a while when your laughters died down. He finished the last of the cigarette and stepped on it as you just stood and wandered into nothing. Whether it was an awkward silence or not, you didn't know. But considering you were comfortable, maybe it wasn't.

You looked at your neighbor and reached one of your hands out to him. Draco looked confused, like he once did when you first went to his door and reached for a handshake. He stood still as he expected you to say something. The expression spoke for him so you finally explained yourself, “Friends?”

Draco seemingly thought about it, eyes going back and forth from your hand to your eyes. He then looked at his house for some reason and met your eyes again. Hesitantly, he shook your hand, “Friends.”

This was going to be an odd friendship for sure, but after months of trying, a friendship began.

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[pretoriafics]

Russian Roulette - Pt. 7

I think this one is the most cutest until now.

In this series, you will find: Alternative Universe, Soulmate plot, Angst, Fluff. In this chapter, you will find: You were actually right about Derek's location, which makes things a lot weirder for you. However, you can forget about it a little by spending time with him. Word count: 1.806 Pairings: Reader x Platonic! Scott and Stiles; Reader x Derek Original characters of this chapter: None. Warnings: English is not my main language <3 Yeah, it was based on Russian Roulette by Rihanna Russian Roulette series: Chapter Six | Chapter Eight RUSSIAN ROULETTE MASTERLIST TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

Following your senses, you were driving to the old Hale house. Your hands were shaking in nervousness and fear, and your eyes were wet with tears that trace a path in your face. You are completely terrified, and the scenes of the meeting with Peter and Stiles - to confirm if Derek is really trapped in the old Hale house - were running through your mind.

"Yeah," Stiles said, directing his gaze from the laptop to you, scared "(Y/N)'s hunch is right."

"Of course it is right..." Peter said, looking at you.

You were shivering of fear. You didn't have an idea of what is happening to you, and that was really scary. It could be anything!

Stiles approaches you, so scared as you.

"How did you know?"

"I-I didn't know, Stiles. I just had that dream, and..."

"Do you felt something in the full moon?"

"No! No, I'm completely human, I'm pretty sure about it."

"So what's happening?"

"I don't know!"

Peter walked far from both of you, and he looks to Stiles.

"Stay here, Stilinski. And you" Peter points his finger to you, throwing you the keys of his car "I'll be waiting for you there. I could tell you where the house is, but I know you'll be able to find it yourself."

And there you are: Driving Peter's car. He was right, after all. You saw the house far away, and you park the car. You saw Scott running from Allison's arrows, while the woman of your dream - Kate - was looking proudly for her. You could help Scott, but you need him to maintain they distracted. Knowing Scott would listen to you, you said:

"Scott, keep them busy. I'll take care of Derek."

You wipe away the tears from your face and breathe in, trying to feel something. Following your instincts, you find an old gate and opens it, getting into a dimly lit corridor. You recognize that door: It was the door from your dream.

Trying to avoid the memories of your dream, you open the door. A man with a baseball bat turns himself in your direction, clearly not expecting to see you there. Derek was trapped by his wrists. The trapped werewolf and the room were just like as they had been in your dream.

The man narrowed his eyes for you.

"You are not with the Argents."

"No, I'm not."

The man hits you with the baseball bat, but you dodge his attack when you duck. You hit his nose with your elbow, and he staggered backward with his hand on his bleeding nose.

"Argh! You broke my nose!"

"Sorry!"

In a complete rage, he moves his bat again, trying to hit you. With your both hands you hold the bat and kick his knee, making him fell with one of his knees on the floor. You pull his bat to you, letting the man unarmed. Then, you hit the man with the bat on his head, and he fell on the floor, unconscious. You grope the hunter's body until you find the key that would set Derek free. When you found it, you ran to him.

"I was not expecting you here," He said to you while you were unlocking the chains that held him "but good job."

"Scott said you are with Peter now. I thought he had killed your sister."

Derek deviates his eyes from yours and walks in the door's direction.

"He was just out of control."

"Hey" You hold his wrist, and he looks at you, impatient "Look, I know we don't know each other so long, but I know Peter is everything that remained of your family. But you need to be careful, Derek. Are you sure Peter didn't kill your sister for his own benefit?"

His thoughtful green eyes ran through the room. Then, you could feel the rage in his eyes.

"She was an Alpha."

You left his wrist and cross your arms.

"This is a good reason, don't you think?"

Derek let out a long sigh.

"Thank you. I owe you one."

You gave him a soft smile.

"That's my line, Hale."

You and Derek finally arrive at the facade of the old Hale house. You saw Allison's dad unconscious on the floor, and a few roars inside of the old house. Derek did not hesitate to enter the house, and you ran in Chris Argent's direction. You put yourself on your knees close to him, putting your hand on his face.

"Wake up, please, please, don't be dead."

You approach your ear on his chest and, yeah, you can hear his heart beating.

"Thank god!"

You hold his jacket and drag him to a safe place. Suddenly, you saw Scott being thrown out of the house and falling on the floor. Then, Peter walks out of the house, and you pull your gun from inside your jacket, pointing to him.

"Why are you pointing this thing to me? I thought we were family now."

Peter approaches you and holds your wrist with such strength, that you let your gun fell in pain. Afterward, he holds your neck and throws you through the air. Everything got black after this.

This time, you are not in your bedroom.

You open your eyes and find yourself lying on a bed. It was still night outside - you saw through the large windows that let in the soft light of the moon. You sat on the bed and look around.

You had never been that place, and that was not a dream.

You stand up from the bed and walk through the room, trying to find out where you are. Then, you find a spiral ladder. You want to find out what this place is, so you go downstairs and start to listen to a familiar voice.

"Yeah, she's okay. She just woke up, don't worry. I'll call you tomorrow. Bye."

Derek was in front of a desk, back to you. When he finished the call, he turns and looks at you.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. You okay?"

He gave you a soft smile, and you remembered the day you met each other in the car accident. You return the smile, feeling your face burning while wondering if he remembered that day too.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

Oh, that smile... You felt your heart fail a beat for a second. Well, he was pretty handsome, and you couldn't understand why Stiles complains about him so much. You could feel kindness on Derek, after all. He took care of Scott and Stiles too, the same you do.

"Well, look at you, saving me for the second time."

You cross his arms looking at him. He shook his head in denial, without wipe his smile away from his face.

"You were not in danger. Actually, I think you can handle yourself."

"Oh, really? Thank God, I don't wanna be a princess in danger."

"You're not. You're pretty brave."

Oh Gosh, you can't stop of feel your cheeks burning.

"Thank you." You said, looking down at your feet. You didn't remember any guy having this effect on you. Actually, it is hard to find a man who doesn't make you feel bored. Trying to control your own feelings, you look at him. "What happened to Peter?"

"He's dead. I had killed him." Derek said, sitting on the couch. "You don't have to worry about him."

You look at him with regret. After all, you know he is completely by himself.

"Oh..." You sat on the couch, close to him. "I'm sorry."

His face was serious this time.

"It's okay. I did what I have to."

"I know. I think I can understand you partly. I know you're alone and completely by yourself, and I am too. I don't have anyone here, and I'm far away from home. It's lonely sometimes. But, look: You did the right thing."

"I'm used to loneliness."

"I think you don't have to. Actually, I think you shouldn't. No one should be used to loneliness, you know?"

You and Derek had more things in common than both of you thought. The independence, courage, loyalty, loneliness... But you had a thing he didn't have: You were full of light and had a strong will to live. Derek, on other hand, was just surviving day by day. He doesn't know what it's like to have a light life, and you could show it to him.

"I think it's a fair way to think, but not so smart." He said, crossing his arms and raising the walls around him, who would avoid you to come too close of his heart.

"Why you think that?"

"I think it could get you weak."

"But thinking that way isn't living. It's just survival."

"When you are like me, it's all you think about."

Your heart ached a little bit. Well, in fact, survival definitely was a thing he needs to worry about. There were a lot of hunters out there wanting his head. But, then, you got an idea.

"Well, I think you can get the best of two worlds: Living and still survive."

He arched his eyebrows, with a soft smile on his lips.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, and I'll show you."

You stood up from the couch and goes to the laptop on the table. You put on Spotify a song: Garota de Ipanema, from Tom Jobim.

"You know, Derek," You said, approaching him and taking his wrist, pulling him so he stood up "I know how to dance a, uh.. how do you say it? Balloon dancing?"

Derek stood up, letting escape a weak chuckle, finding your English mistake really funny.

"I think you want to say 'Ballroom dancing'"

Oh. You felt your cheeks burning again. You absolutely hate when you say something wrong. Derek, otherwise, found it cute.

"God, those words are exactly the same!"

"No, it's not."

"Balloon? Ballroom?" You tried to say, failing to recognize the difference between both of them. "Okay, I'll call it 'Balloon dancing'. God, Derek! I'll need to teach English to a native speaker?" You said, laughing and a little bit embarrassed.

He let out a low chuckle, following you to the middle of the living room.

"What kind of 'Balloon dancing' will you teach me?"

"I'd learned to dance the samba before learning ballet, So... Let's go, I'll teach you samba."

That night, the loft was filled with loud laughs and music. Both of you had danced all night long, letting all of your worries hidden in the most deeper parts of your minds. The truth was simple: No one of you really wanted that night was over. It was not just because both of you were having fun. It was because both of you felt alive.

Derek just can't wait to feel it one more time.

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 36

The silent conversation the three women were having stopped suddenly. Shuri turned to look at me with a huge smile on her face.

“What’s going on?” I asked her.

“Come with me and I’ll show you what James has been up to.” She reached her hand out to me.

I cautiously took her hand and let her lead me to her lab. Inside the lab there was no sign of anything being different. Shuri led me to a large screen then had me stand in front of it.

“I’m going to show you a few different designs. Just let me know which one you like the most. I can even mix and match pieces.” Shuri explained as she picked up a tablet.

“Designs for what?” I asked her.

She smiled then gestured to the screen. My breath caught in my chest when I realized what I was looking at. They are wedding dresses! Beautiful and expensive looking wedding dresses. I just stared at them in total shock.

“See any you like?” Shuri asked.

“I don’t understand.” I said in somewhat of a confused trance.

Shuri chuckled then stepped over to me.

“Sergeant Barnes told me about how he asked you to marry him all those years ago and how he wanted to make good on his promise. So, we have agreed to lend a hand to help the two of you finally have your day.” Shuri explained.

“James did this?” I asked her.

“It was all his idea. We are just helping him execute it.” She smiled at me.

I turned back to the dresses on the screen. I looked each of them over before deciding which one I liked the best.

“That one” I pointed to it.

Shuri smiled then nodded. She stepped over to a cylinder machine that almost reminded me of the frozen chamber I was found in. He typed a few things on the tablet in her hand then hit a few buttons on the machine. A few minutes later she pulled open the chamber. I was shocked to see the exact dress I had picked before me. Every detail was perfect. It even looked like my perfect fit.

“Let’s see how it looks.” Shuri said as she gently took the dress down.

Shuri and the other two women helped me into the dress once I was undressed. It fit perfectly like it was made just for me. With Shuri’s insane technology I’d guess it was made exactly for me.

“You are gorgeous.” One of the women said.

“Absolutely breathtaking” Shuri smiled.

She placed her hands on my bare shoulders then turned me to face a mirror. I was completely stunned by what I saw. I looked and felt like a princess.

The dress was white, strapless, and perfectly fitting around my hips. The front came down to my ankles then flowed into a long train in the back. It was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.

“Is this the one you want?” Shuri asked staring at me through the mirror.

“Yes” I smiled.

Shuri clapped her hands together excitedly. The other two women hurried out of the room.

“Come sit so we can get your hair and makeup perfect.” Shuri said gesturing to a chair.

“Wait, this is happening right now?” I asked in surprise.

“Of course, Sergeant Barnes didn’t want anything else to get in the way.” She explained.

My stomach suddenly flipped. The nerves taking control. I know I want to do this. This is all I’ve wanted since the day James asked me even if I didn’t remember it. But finding out so suddenly had me on edge. I had no time to prepare myself.

“Everything is taken care of Willow no need to fret. James and T’Challa are finishing up as we speak. It’s going to be magical.” Shuri reassured me.

I nodded then sat in the seat she was standing next to. A few second later the other two women came back into the room. Shuri stood in front of me like she was looking over a piece of clay she was about to sculpt into a masterpiece.

“You already look like a princess in this dress but how about we step it up and make you a queen.” She smiled nodding to the other two women.

I sat quietly as they did their work. Shuri mainly worked on my makeup as she instructed the other two on what to do with my hair. It felt like no time had passed when they stepped back to admire their work. Shuri looked more excited than I had ever seen anyone.

“You have to see yourself. You look like a true queen.” Shuri chuckled pulling me gently.

We stopped in front of the mirror again. She was right. There were small sparkling jewels placed throughout my hair. They had put it on top my head in a beautiful mess of curls. My makeup was flawless but seemed almost nonexistent. I did look like royalty.

“Thank you Shuri.” I smiled trying to keep my tears at bay.

“Don’t worry that face is one hundred percent waterproof. I made it myself.” She said proudly.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Knock knock” the male voice had me instantly trying to hide myself.

“Calm down Willow it’s only T’Challa.” She chuckled.

I let out a sigh of relief. I turned to face the king. He was definitely dressed to impress. I thought I looked like royalty until I saw him.

“Everything is ready whenever you are.” He said with a smile.

The nerves instantly came back. I was really about to get married.

“I would be honored to escort you to Sergeant Barnes.” T’Challa said extending his hand to me.

I smiled and nodded grateful for someone to hold onto. I’d probably fall on my face if I had to walk alone.

“Ladies, please help with that dress. I’ll meet you there.” Shuri said then quickly left the room.

“Nervous?” T’Challa asked.

“Completely” I breathed out a laugh.

“No need to be. You look breath taking and Sergeant Barnes is more than excited to see you. He hopes you’re not angry with him for springing this on you so suddenly.” T’Challa spoke as we walked slowly through his palace.

“I’m not angry. I’m surprised and nervous as hell but I’m also so excited to finally do this.” I told him.

“We are all very excited. It’s been some time since we’ve had a wedding here.” T’Challa chuckled.

We stopped in front of a heavy door. It looked like the main door to the palace. T’Challa knocked twice. Music began playing on the other side right before the doors slowly came open. My insides twisted as I saw James standing at the end of the walk way. Shuri stood beside him with a large grin on her face.

T’Challa and I began walking slowly towards them. The look on James’s face was like nothing I’d ever seen. His features were softer than ever as he watched me walk closer. As we drew closer and closer I could see his eyes moving up and down my body trying to take everything in. T’Challa stopped in front of James then grabbed my head to help me step into place. The two women who had been following us fixed my dress to flow properly behind me. T’Challa stepped up to stand next to his sister between James and I.

“You look gorgeous.” James whispered.

“Thank you” I mouthed with a giddy smile.

T’Challa raised his arms silencing the music.

“It has been some time since we have gathered for a ceremony such as this. A beautiful day of joining these two in a bond that will last for eternity. First, I’d like to tell you the story of their love. It’s a love that has withheld for almost a century. It began in America in the 1930s where Sergeant Barnes and Willow grew up as close friends. In the 1940s when Sergeant Barnes was leaving for war they finally confessed their feelings. James left with the promise of marrying Willow when he returned but he did not return. He was thought dead for many years along with Willow. It wasn’t until the 21st century not long ago at all that both Willow and James were found to actually be alive. After a long fight between many different enemies both internal and external did the two finally come together again. The love between them strong enough to withstand all the horrors of their past. They stand here today ready to restart together in a new time in and place. A new life for them both to finally find peace and happiness. Now, if you two will unite arms.” T’Challa finished gesturing to us.

James extended his hand then grabbed my forearm. I mirrored his action doing the same.

“The bond of marriage, as I said, is eternal. To take on not only the same name but a combined life to be there for each other in all moments. To be each other’s strength and comfort. To fight by each other’s side. Do you accept this bond?” T’Challa turned to James.

“I accept this bond.” James said with a smile.

“Do you accept this bond?” T’Challa asked again turning to me.

“I accept this bond.” I answered smiling up at James.

“I, King of Wakanda, would like to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.” T’Challa said happily.

James grabbed each side of my face then pressed his lips against mine softly. It was a sweet and simple kiss but it hinted at more to come. The crowd before us cheered. Shuri clapped happily as T’Challa looked proudly down at us.

James took my arm in his then guided me back down the aisle. I was giddy with happiness and nerves. I really just got married! I finally married James Buchanan Barnes!

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[yourcreepyneighborhoodelftwink]

As the Hero fell upwards through the sands of time, the days rewinding like the gears of a clock, he landed calmly on the cobblestones of Clock Town Square, at the dawn of the first day. He had been through this many times before, and had grown accustomed to reliving the same 3 days, helping the same people with the same schedules, slowly making more and more progress each time. At least he didn't feel an enormous time crunch, even with the threat of the moon hanging above him, he was always able to rewind the days, and could take days to rest, to sleep or ride Epona or play with the inhabitants.

He rarely did, but it was nice that the option was there.

He was pulled from his thoughts by Tatl getting his attention with a soft tinkling sound, looking over at the stand near the Deku flower, and the note pinned to it.

"That's certainly new…" she said cautiously as they approached, Tatl reading aloud to Link.

The pair exchanged a confused and frightened look. It wasn't signed, but they knew exactly who left the note for them.

BEN sat on the edge of the field, their boots hanging over the barrier where the grass turned into sand, looking out at the canyon leading to the beach. It had been so long since they had entered their game, only playing it from the outside. Perhaps they had been showing too much love to Breath of the Wild lately and not enough to the dark masterpiece of their former prison, or perhaps it was the only world they could enter that felt truly real, where the sun was warm and the wind blew. They HAD become a bit spoiled, learning that adding weather effects and random wind blowing did wonders to immersion when they entered a game.

They closed their eyes, speaking up before looking behind them.

"You didn't have to rush over here. "as possible" doesn't mean "instantly", you know…" BEN said gently, lowering their ears with a guilty smile.

Link frowned softly, keeping his distance from the elf. He couldn't draw his sword AND sign, after all, so he would have to make due. "You didn't specify. I've learned better than to provoke you."

BEN couldn't exactly blame his caution. It's why they were here, after all. "My bad. I'll be more specific next time. But I suppose it's neither here nor there now…"

"...is there something you want, BEN? " Link asked, clearly a bit anxious by being asked to meet.

"...a few things. I won't lie and say there isn't a favor I'd like to ask the both of you-"

"Like you have any right to ask Link for anything, at this point!" Tatl quickly interjected, turning red in anger. "You've terrorized us for no good reason, revealed truths we didn't need to know, and then just left us alone one day!"

"-BUT," BEN continued, "that isn't my main reason for being here. First and foremost... You're long overdue for an apology from me."

Link and Tatl looked at each other in confusion. "...pardon? " Link questioned.

"...I've been doing a lot of thinking and self reflecting lately. Especially because I finally have reason to want to improve myself. And I think I've gotten pretty far in trying to right the wrongs of my past, and try to change as a person. But I still never gave the both of you a proper apology, or even an explanation for how I treated you…" BEN sheepishly said.

Link looked down at the seated person, absolutely dumbfounded. All the times he had been attacked by BEN came instantly into his mind, only to not even be able to so much as scratch them in return, even the might of a Goron doing nothing to them. All the times he had been followed and told he was insignificant, worthless, a joke of a hero, told he was nothing more than a bland, boring conduit for the player of a game in a world far grander than his own. Only for BEN to just... Disappear one day. Gone. Vanish into thin air, and only return occasionally, seemingly at their leisure. Something... Didn't add up to him, and he wasn't sure what on Earth made them suddenly stop tormenting him, and now want to make things right.

"...I'll hear you out, at least," Link finally said, stepping forward to sit next to him. If nothing else, were he going to harm Link, BEN would have done it by now.

"Not that it makes us all hunky-dory yet," Tatl offered, settling on Link's shoulder.

BEN smiled softly, letting out a relieved breath. They stayed quiet for a moment, deciding their words carefully. "I'm not... Sure where to start. So much has happened to me. I guess I should start when we first met. When I first entered this game. It was my favorite game, and with me when I died," they started.

Tatl interrupted, jingling softly. "...when you died?"

BEN nodded softly. "When I died. I was just about your age, Link, about 12. More specifically, when I was murdered. Father simply... Got tired of me, I suppose. He tricked my religion's leader- we refer to him as The Father- into thinking it was my time to Ascend when it wasn't. The whole explanation of my belief system isn't important in this, just that I was robbed of something very important and sacred to me because of it."

"That sounds horrible," Link signed.

"It was... And I was only 12, and not the greatest at understanding or expressing my emotions... I was so angry, absolutely furious at losing that chance, as what had been done to me. I've always had a strong sense of justice, if you can believe it. I don't easily stand for people wronging me. But when I died, my spirit was trapped in this game. All that rage bottled up, with nowhere to release it... Until I started releasing it on you. Very unfairly."

"I'll say," Tatl said, though there wasn't much bite behind her words.

"Eventually, someone played the game, and I was able to break free, find someone else to torment. And after that, start lashing out at everyone who had hurt me, making them

PĄŸ,"

BEN continued, their voice glitching out just a bit at the final word.

"...i moved on to more innocent people after that. I was out of control. To the point where my goddess, Luna, intervened. She stopped me herself, gave me a new body, made me into a young adult so I wouldn't be trapped as a child forever, and I carry the souls of everyone I hurt in my blind sadism, until I join her again one day. And I've worked hard to be a better person now. I've found so much to make my life wonderful, and to make the most of my second chance…" BEN trailed off.

"...but you still want to make amends to everyone you've hurt," Link finished for them.

"...I don't expect you to forgive me. I don't think I can be forgiven. But I really AM sorry for how I treated you. Both of you. Of everyone I've lashed out at, you're the least deserving of it. No matter WHAT'S happened to me, it's NO excuse for how much I've hurt you. And even if you never forgive me, I would love the opportunity to make it up to you…" they finished softly.

"...would you excuse us for a moment?" Tatl asked, flying a slight distance away. Link glanced over at BEN before rising to his feet to follow, and speak with the fairy alone. BEN politely stayed looking forward, allowing them the privacy.

"...do you believe them?" Tatl asked.

"...yeah. They seem genuine," Link admitted.

Tatl nodded softly. "I do, too. There's much simpler ways to trick us or convince us if that was their intention. Even if they said they wanted a favor, this is a lot of lengths to go to for just that…"

"I wonder what they want," the hero mused, glancing over at BEN.

"...maybe ask? Perhaps you can also ask a favor of him, test his sincerity," she said.

"What would that be? " he asked.

"Well, you've said you're curious about his world, whatever it is that our entire world is only a game in, a small part of. Maybe you can ask to explore his world. It'd give you the opportunity to spend more time with him and let him earn your trust, anyway," she offered.

Link nodded softly, then whistled to get BEN's attention. "Alright, BEN, we've talked it over. First, I want to know what favor it is you want…"

"Actually, it's a favor specifically from Tatl," they explained.

"Wait, me?" she questioned.

"...my daughter has watched me play this game a lot. And she's absolutely fallen in LOVE with you, she ADORES seeing you on screen. Her first birthday is in a few months, and there's... Circumstances about my life, and now hers, that will make her very different from other children, with so many secrets to keep. She could really use having a companion by her side, a friend to offer wisdom and company and help when she needs it. A copy of you, like how I copied Epona, to watch over her and make her feel less alone…" BEN said.

"...you have a daughter?" Link asked.

"And a boyfriend. Soon to be husband," BEN explained, holding up their hand to show off their ring.

Tatl let out a soft chime at this. "Well... I'm certainly flattered you think I'd make a good companion to her…"

BEN smiled softly. "I don't expect an answer today, don't worry. There's still a few months before her birthday. And I understand if it's not something you're comfortable with…"

"...we have a proposal for you, in that case," Link began. "You want to make amends to us. We're admittedly curious about this world outside of our own. So, let us explore. Show us your life, and what lies outside this "game", and earn our trust. Then we'll consider it."

BEN thought this over. They'd have to be careful, but this wasn't impossible… "...I can't completely remove you from the game. I'd have to copy you, then merge the copy and your true self after. It's basically the same thing, though, you'd keep the memories and everything. And you'd have to do EXACTLY as I say, I... REALLY can't have attention drawn to myself or the people I live with. If there's something that catches your attention, you can't gawk, just stay calm and ask me. And there's going to be a LOT, the real world is nothing like this one. Hylian sign doesn't match up with any sign language in my world, so you'll at least be able to speak freely. But if you can do that, and trust that I'm keeping us both safe when I tell you to do something... I'll happily show you around."

Link considers this, then nods. He holds out his hand to BEN, who shakes it.

"Then we have a deal."

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Trials of Emi

Pairing: A little Minho. A sprinkle of Frypan. Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, her twin brother Thomas, and a small group of gladers had been rescued and taken to a safe haven. Or so it seemed. It doesn't take long for Thomas to realize something is wrong. What happens next is a true trial for all of them but Emi's trials began the moment she was ripped away from a dying Gally. Watching someone you love die right before your eyes truly takes a toll.

Finally meeting the right arm could have been the end but betrayal leads to even more chaos and loss. A new mission to rescue those taken from them leads them to a city. The last city. After Emi finally comes to terms with everything that's happened something unfolds that changes everything again. She will have to not only deal with helping her brother take down WCKD and save their friend but also deal with all the new problems in her head and her heart.

Rating: As of right now it’s at most PG13. Some strong language that’s about it but it could change.

(This is the 2nd part/book to my other story "The Maze trials: A Gally Fanfiction". This will cover the events of the scorch trails and the death cure.)

Chapter Ten

The guards started moving immediately pulling the kids two at a time to put on the aircraft.

"Hey!" Thomas shouted as he stood.

I was quickly on my feet standing next to him. I knew what he was going to do and I needed to be beside him for it to work. Our friends we're on their feet behind us.

"Hello, Thomas" Ava said softly.

Teresa appeared out of the guards behind Ava. She moved to stand right next to the doctor.

"Glad you're safe" Ava told Teresa.

"The hell? Teresa?" Fry asked as he stepped closer to Thomas and me.

"Wait, what's going on?" Newt asked stepping closer as well.

"She's with them," Thomas said bitterly.

"Since when?" Minho asked in shock.

"Oh, Teresa has always had an evolved appreciation of the greater good. Once we restored her memories it was only a matter of time." Janson explained with a smug grin.

My hands balled into fists at my side. I can't believe we trusted her. I can't believe I looked at her as a friend.

"You bitch" I spat at her.

If she wasn’t wedged between Ava and Janson I wouldn’t be hesitating. I knew if I lunged for the traitor’s throat, like I wanted to, I’d be dead before I could even touch her. The thought of her being protected by them. Her being on their side filled me with a rage I’d never felt.

“What about every god damn thing that happened to us!? What the hell is wrong with you?” I shouted as I stepped forward.

Just as I thought, the guards behind her instantly trained their weapons on me. I felt two different hands. One grabbing each of my wrists. My chest was rising and falling rapidly as I starred at the one I want blood from.

"I'm sorry. I had no choice. This is the only way. We have to find a cure." Teresa said like it was a matter of fact.

Bullshit. Absolutely unbelievable bullshit. I gritted my teeth together to keep myself from lashing out at the girl. The hands holding my wrists tugged me backwards until I was firmly standing next to Thomas again.

"She's right. This is all just a means to an end. You use to understand that Thomas. No matter what you think of me I am not a monster. I am a doctor. I swore an oath to find a cure. No matter the cost. I just need more time." Ava said sternly.

"More blood," a woman said from behind us.

I turned to see an older woman with her hands bound standing to her feet.

"Hello Mary, I hoped we'd meet again. I'm sorry it had to be under these circumstances." Ava said softly.

Mary. That's the name of the doctor that saved me. Was this woman that doctor?

"I'm sorry about a lot of things too but not this. At least my conscience is clear." Mary said with her head held high.

"So is mine," Ava said quietly.

A shot rang out making me jump. Mary fell to the ground as the man behind her shouted. He caught her in his arms.

"Mary? Mary!" He shouted trying to wake her.

Her torso was quickly covered in her own blood.

"No!" The man holding her screamed.

I turned back towards Ava to see Janson holding the gun that had killed Mary.

"Come on Janson. Load them up. Let's go. All these people get rid of them. Let's go!" Ava ordered as she turned her back on us.

As Ava started to walk away a guard grabbed Thomas and me. Thomas elbowed him making him stumble back.

"Get back!" Thomas shouted as he pulled the detonator out of his pocket.

I moved to stand next to him again then pulled the actual bomb out of my pocket. I held it in my hand so all of them could see it.

"Everyone stand back! Stand back. Let them go." Thomas ordered Ava.

"Thomas, put it down," Janson ordered.

"Let them go!" Thomas shouted.

"You know I can't do that," Ava said softly as she shook her head.

"Thomas please stop. I made a deal with them. They promised we'd be safe. All of us." Teresa begged.

I glared at her as I tightened my hold around the bomb. My heart was thumping in my chest.

"So I should trust you now?" Thomas asked in disbelief.

"It's true, it was her only condition," Ava confirmed.

"Shut up!" Thomas shouted in fury.

"Everything can go back to the way it was. Thomas, do you really want all of them to die?" Ava asked softly.

"Listen to her Thomas. Think about what you're doing." Janson said reaching a hesitant hand out.

Newt, Fry, and Minho stepped up to stand close behind us. I felt an arm move between mine and Thomas' bodies. I looked down to see Newt's hand grab Thomas' free one.

"We're with you Thomas," Newt said proudly.

"Don't" Ava said looking suddenly panicked.

"Do it Thomas," Minho ordered.

"We're not going back there," Thomas stated.

"Thomas" Ava said hesitantly as she took a step back.

"It's the only way," Thomas said as he raised the detonator.

I held the bomb tighter. My eyes closed as I tried to ready myself for what we were about to do. This was it. This is how it ends. With a bang.

"Thomas!" Ava shouted.

A loud horn blared behind us. We turned to see a jeep speeding through the camp. It drove right past us towards one of the helicopters. It rammed the helicopter off the cliff then spun around and stopped. Instantly the fighting commenced as we ran in different directions. Thomas grabbed the bomb from my hand then tossed it a few feet away.

"Get down!" He shouted.

My body hit the ground a second before the explosion. Thomas had fallen beside me. We both scrambled back to our feet. I grabbed his hand to pull him with me. We ran in the direction of Newt, Fry, and Minho. I watched as Minho grabbed a gun off the ground. Newt and Fry ran past him. He started firing as Thomas and I reached him.

"Get out of here!" Minho shouted at us.

Thomas pushed me forward. We both ran past him up the hill to the other two. We took cover to watch what was happening below us. The scene was total chaos. Minho was firing at three guards coming towards him. I watched as his gun ran out of bullets. The guards raised their guns and all three shot him at once. He fell to the ground convulsing.

"Minho!" I shouted trying to jump to my feet.

I’ll be damned if I let another one of us go down. I scrambled for a gun. For anything to fight back with. Thomas, Newt, and Fry all grabbed me keeping me firmly planted. We watched as Minho was drug away from us and onto the aircraft. The other guards, Ava, Teresa, and Janson were quick to climb aboard. I watched as the aircraft closed its door then flew away. Another glader gone. So many of us were gone.

The people left at the camp slowly started to take in the damage. We worked together to bring all the dead together and gather what salvageable material we could find. By the time most of it was cleared it was mid-morning. I found my brother, friends, and Vince all sitting together on the hill. I was quick to join them.

"What do we do now?" Fry asked as he starred out at what was left of the camp.

"Now we pick up what's left of us. Stick to the plan. We get you kids to the safe haven. Then start over I guess." Vince answered.

Thomas stood up from his seat next to me.

"I'm not going with you." He said simply as he pulled on his backpack.

I was immediately on my feet next to him. I didn't know his plan but no matter what I was with him. He is my brother. My blood. I'll always have his back even if it kills me.

"What?" Vince asked in disbelief.

Thomas glanced at me then back to Vince.

"I made a promise to Minho. I wouldn't leave him behind. I have to go after him." Thomas said.

A rescue mission to save Minho? I'm in. Even though he was the one that killed Gally I understood it. That didn't make it hurt less and Minho wasn't even close to my favorite person but he was still family. If Thomas was going to risk his life to save him I’ll be right there too.

"Hey kid, look around you. WCKD kicked our ass. Think about where you're headed." Vince told him sternly.

Thomas took a moment to readjust the backpack on his shoulder.

"I'm not asking anyone to come with me," Thomas said softly.

"You don't have to ask me Tommy," I told him.

Thomas looked down at me with a soft smile. He knew no matter what he did or said I was going with him.

"Thomas listen to me. I've known Minho for as long as I can remember. So if there is any way we can help him trust me I would be up there standing next to you both. This, what you're talking about, is impossible." Newt explained as he sat on a rock.

"More like suicide," Jorge said from where he leaned against the jeep.

"Maybe, but I know what I'm supposed to do now. It's not just about Minho. It's about all of us. It's about everyone WCKD has ever taken and everyone they will take. They'll never stop. They'll never stop so I'm gonna stop them. I'm gonna kill Ava Paige." Thomas said with determination.

I proudly stood next to him knowing I'd follow him into hell. The look the came over Newt’s face told me that he too would follow Thomas no matter the put come.

"I have to admit I'd like some revenge," Harriet said looking at Vince.

Vince sighed.

"Well, it's a good speech kid. So what's your plan?" Vince asked Thomas.

We all turned to face the boy next to me. He had a ghost of a smile on his face. He knew we were all with him. If WCKD was gonna go down we all wanted a hand in it. Those bitches have taken too much from all of us.

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[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader and Sam x Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 26

After Nat left the church Steve, Sam, and I went on to our hotel suite. I was quick to fall onto the couch. I felt so drained. Sam lifted my feet so he could sit down then placed my feet on his lap. Steve started pacing the length of the room. We had only been there for a few short minutes when a knock sounded on the door. Steve was quick to open it. In walked Sharon Carter looking completely frazzled.

"Steve. There's something you gotta see." She said quickly.

She grabbed the TV remote from the table then turned on the TV. It was already on the news channel. I bolted upright as I saw the building in Vienna with a giant hole blown in it. Many were injured in the blast. I pulled my phone out instantly texting Nat. Please let her be okay.

I bounced my knee nervously as I continued to watch the TV.

"Authorities have identified the suspect as James Buchanan Barnes. The winter soldier." The news castor stated.

I shot to my feet turning to face Steve. He looked surprised but suddenly determined.

I sighed in relief at Nat's text.

"Nat's okay. Why would he do this?" I asked Steve.

"I don't think he did." Steve said simply.

Sharon gave of what details she knew then the three of us set out for Vienna. When we arrived the place was still in total chaos. Steve sent Sam and I ahead into the hotel bar to wait for him.

"He's calling Nat." Sam said as we both sat at the bar.

We ordered drinks then waited on Steve to reappear. It wasn't long before he was standing next to Sam leaning on the bar.

"She tell you to stay out of it? Might have a point." Sam asked then took a sip of his drink.

"He'd do it for me." Steve said simply.

"1945, maybe. I just want to make sure we consider all our options. The people that shoot at you usually wind up shooting at us." Sam told him.

"I have no worries." I said simply then downed the rest of my drink.

Sharon suddenly appeared next to Steve. She kept her face forward as she spoke.

"Tips have been pouring in since the footage went public. Everybody thinks the Winter Soldier goes to their gym. Most of it's noise. Except for this." She slid a folder to Steve.

"My boss expects a briefing, pretty much now so that's all the head start you're gonna get." She added quickly.

"Thank you" Steve told her as he opened the folder.

"You're gonna have to hurry. We have orders to shoot on sight." Sharon said then walked away.

Sam finished his drink quickly then the two of us followed Steve back outside.

"Where to Cap?" I asked as we walked quickly down the crowded sidewalk.

Steve gave me the folder. I opened it to scan the page quickly. Romania. He's in Romania?

"What's the plan?" Sam asked as we climbed in the car.

"Looks like an apartment building. A bit run down. Sam you'll take the roof. Willow, I need you on top an adjacent building. You two are my eyes for any company." Steve ordered as he drove quickly.

"So you're gonna face him alone?" I asked softly.

Both men sitting in the two front seats knew I had all my memories of James back. They knew I understood the feelings I once had for him. Those feelings felt like a memory too but I still actually cared about him now. Steve looked at me through the rear view mirror.

"Yes Will. I think it's best I confront him alone. We don't know what kind of state he's in." Steve said softly but sternly.

"But we know for sure he remembers me and won't harm me. Don't you think it'd be safer if I was with you?" I asked.

"No" both men said in unison.

Steve's no was soft and understanding but Sam's was sharp and final. I slumped back in my seat. I didn't feel like I should be on the side lines. I remembered what James meant to me so everything we do now means so much more. It was just as important to me as it was to Steve but there would be no arguing with the Captain. I knew that much. So I sat silently in the back seat until we arrived at our destination. Steve and Sam both took a minute to suit up while I surveyed the area.

"There's a smaller building there. I'll take that roof." I told them pointing to said building.

Both men nodded in agreement. Steve left to head towards the building James was in leaving Sam and I alone.

"You still choose me right?" Sam asked softly.

I smiled up at him. I grabbed his shirt pulling him down so I could kiss him.

"Yes Sam, I may remember my feelings for James but they're just a memory." I told him.

He nodded then kissed my forehead. Once he took to the sky I hurried to the roof of my building. I perched myself on the edge so I had a perfect view of the entrance. Sam did that same on top the much taller building. It wasn't long before the vehicles started rolling in. This wasn't looking good already.

"Heads up Cap. German Special Forces approaching from the south." Sam said over the coms.

"Understood" Steve said simply.

I watched as the vehicles surrounded the building. More and more armed men got out. There's way too many.

"They've set the perimeter." Sam informed over the coms.

I watched the group form then kick in the front door.

"They're entering the building." I told them.

"They're on the roof. I'm compromised." Sam said quickly.

I looked up to see him fighting someone off then flying off the building. I stepped back from the edge so I wouldn't be noticed. I just had to wait for Steve's orders now. He was inside somewhere with James.

"Five seconds" Sam said as he flew around the building.

I held my breath. My anxiety skyrocketed as I waited.

"Three seconds" Sam said.

Please let them make it out of this.

"Breach! Breach! Breach!" Sam shouted.

I gritted my teeth as I listened to the chaos erupt in the building. I couldn't see anything but I could hear an array of different sounds. There was definitely one hell of a fight going on. As I waited for any sign or word something flew out of a window then landed on the roof a few feet in front of me. It was a backpack.

"What the hell?" I questioned aloud.

I walked over to it slowly. I kicked it to make sure it wasn't going to explode. When nothing happened I picked it up then stepped back against one of the stone walls. Another crash had me looking up to see a body jumping over to this roof. They landed in a roll then got to their feet quickly. It was James. He looked around most likely for the back pack.

"Looking for this?" I asked stepping around the wall so he could see me fully.

"Willow" he said in surprise.

"Hi Jamie" I smiled at him.

"Come on doll, I really need that bag." He said reaching out to me.

"I remember Jamie." I said simply keeping the bag in my tight grip.

His eyes seemed to light up as he smiled at me.

"That's fantastic doll but as much as I'm dying to kiss you breathless I really do need that bag." He said taking a step forward.

Before I could say anything else a man in all black tackled James to the ground. It was a instant fight. The moment James was able to break free he ran for the other edge of the building.

"Jamie!" I shouted.

He turned in time to catch the bag I'd thrown at him. He winked at me then jumped over the edge. The man in the all black, cat like outfit moved to follow him. I lunged forward knocking him to the ground but he was quick to get away from me. His only focus was James.

"Sam Southwest rooftop." Steve said through the com.

"Who the hell's the other guy?" Sam asked.

"About to find out." Steve said.

As soon as he landed on the roof I went over the edge to follow James. I could hear Steve close behind me. The chase was on as we all tried to catch up to James. I kept my eyes on the new comer in front of me. I knew he was hot on Bucky's trail. They jumped into an opening that lead into a tunnel. We ended up jumping right into traffic. Steve was right next to me as we ran around the cars. Sirens wailed behind us but we paid them no mind.

"Stand down! Stand down!" They yelled from behind us.

Steve jumped folding his body to lay on the shield as it hit the car's windshield. The car stopped then Steve rolled off the hood. He opened the door then pulled the driver out. I was climbing in the passenger seat as he knocked out the windshield completely. I held onto the dash as Steve sped around the other cars. I felt the jolt to the car making me look back.

"Cat guy is hitching a ride." I told Steve.

He instantly sped up then started to swerve trying to get the guy off the back of the car.

"Sam, I can't shake this guy." Steve said in frustration.

"Right behind you" Sam answered.

I looked behind us to see an army of police cars gaining on us. As they pulled up on each side of our car Steve started to swerve into them. We are so fucked for this.

"Steve there!" I shouted pointing at James.

Steve swerved the car driving right through the barrels to follow our friend. I watched in absolute awe as James grabbed hold of an oncoming bike knocking the driver off. He effortlessly turned in around then jumped on it taking off. It was one of the most badass things I'd ever witnessed.

"Shit" I breathed as the cat guy jumped on the back of the bike.

He tried his best to get James off of it but James was much better than that. With help of his metal arm he kept himself from crashing then kicked his attacker off. Just as we got to the exit of the tunnel an explosion went off.

"Get out now!" Steve shouted.

I didn't have time to think as I jumped out of the car instantly picking up in a run just as Steve had done. The car started to flip behind us as James was finally knocked off the bike a few feet in front of us. Steve tossed his shield knocking the attacker away from James. Once we reached him we both stood protectively in front of him. Seconds later we were surrounded by sirens and flashing lights then the war machine dropped in front of us. His arms were held out with his weapons at the ready.

"Stand down, now!" He shouted at us.

Steve sighed but put his shield on his back. Sam was led over to us at gun point.

"Congratulations Cap, you're a criminal." Rhodey told him.

As an officer grabbed each of us to put us in shackles the man in the black cat suit took off his mask. It was that Wakanda prince or king now that his father was killed in the bombing.

"Your Highness" Rhodey said with a small nod.

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