#and because it's so fucking funny imagining how Wade would be reacting

[strandedtoodeep]

poolverine 'head'canon: Logan signs his text messages with his name

no i'll not elaborate

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Can you do a fic where Peter has a panic attack/night terror and Wade calms him down?

Hey Anon,

As someone who is going through lots of ups and downs. I needed a comfort fic so thank you for requesting this. Hope you enjoy it and that you are doing okay <3 XO

Warnings: Throwing up, graphic description of panic, suicidal thoughts, death of loved ones, dark stuff, Spidey-Pool stuff at the end because I couldn't help myself.

Has anyone ever had a panic attack that lasted days? 

Peters's hands shook and he cursed as he spelled the words wrong over and over. 

Google: Yes. 

Fuck. 

He scrunched his eyes up and tried to breathe through the cold ice that was running through his body. He watched his fingers and palms go pale as the pressure on his chest threatened to crush him. 

The feelings were inescapable. His body reacted to them as if it could somehow outrun his mind. Everything was vibrating, the sound of the electricity made him nauseous. 

He laid down on the bathmat in front of the tub. Aunt May had gotten it for him because she hated the ripped-up hand towel that he had been using. 

Aunt May. 

Another wave of guilt crashed onto him with enough force to make him heave his tired body to the toilet again. Her face flashed before him, he could even hear the sound of her calling his name out in shock as he knew she would if she had seen him like this. A Sob broke through him and he wondered how it was possible to cry, throw up, and hyperventilate at the same time. None of it felt survivable, so maybe he would die like this. 

Death would be a welcome friend at this point. It had been three days since he was last on patrol, three days since he saved that blonde woman with blue eyes. She looked so much like Gwen they could have been sisters. He had more people waiting for him on the other side than he did here. He wouldn’t have to worry about food or how he was going to pay rent this month. He thought it was funny that out of all the things he had fought and lived through he would die from a panic attack. His mind was racing, jumping back from memory to memory. 

He felt their absence roll through him again. 

The pain in his muscles was enough to make his vision hazy. He was so far under that he didn't notice the door open. 

“Don’t freak out” He imagined Wade’s voice calling out to him and felt bad that he would be leaving Wade behind. He felt hands press against him. One of Wade's massive hands was pressed to the center of his chest holding him up. The other was on the back of his neck lifting his head from the toilet seat.  

“Wade,” He mumbled. His eyes struggled to focus but the harsh light of the bathroom was reflecting off of a large black and red mass. 

“Hey, Spidey. Don’t freak out.” He said softly. Why would this freak him out more than he was already freaked out? His face. Wade could see his face. Fuck. 

He wanted to shout at him but ended up throwing up again. Wade helped support him by taking some of the burden off of his sore muscles. The toilet flushed and Wade pressed a bottle of sports drink into his hand.

Peter shook his head. He didn't want help. He deserved to suffer like this. 

“What happened?” Wade whispered. Peter only shook his head again. He watched as Wade made himself comfortable leaning against the wall next to the toilet. He thought of a way to explain but his body started to feel cold again and another wave started. 

Wade pulled him against his chest. It was horrible at first. The embarrassment somehow amplified everything. He felt Wade struggle to get his glove off. 

Curiosity made his eyes snap open. He’d wanted to see Wade’s skin since he’d met him. He felt Wade’s skin before he saw it. Wade ran his hand under Peter’s sweaty T-shirt, his skin was heavily textured but still soft and warm. Wade’s hand stopped at the space between his shoulder blades and for unknown reasons, it grounded him. How he could possibly feel any peace crumpled up in Wade’s lap on his cramped bathroom floor was beyond him. His other hand pushed Peter’s hair back in what would be described as soothing. Peter didn't think Wade was capable of these types of things. But here he was calming Peter down with comforting sounds, and holding him tightly. 

“Doesn't feel like a fever.” Peter was grateful that he didn't remove his hand. “Thought maybe I’d have to burn down that hot dog stand for giving you food poisoning.” 

“Wade No.” Was all he could manage. Wade let out a loud laugh that Peter mostly heard through his chest. 

“This about the Blonde then?” Peter reached for the toilet and Wade helped him again. 

“You lose someone like her?” He pressed and Peter dry heaved choking on a sob. “So you have a Vanessa too?” 

There was a sadness in Wade's voice that broke through whatever was isolating him. His instinct was to stop everything to comfort Wade. He sat up and wiped his nose on the back of his hand. 

“Wade - “ He said in a shaky voice, but Wade saw it coming though.

“If you drink a few sips I won’t feel so sad.” His tone was joking but there was a firmness that told Peter that he’d be drinking the red drink if he wanted to or not. 

He took a sip and tried to take a deep breath. 

“Good boy,” Wade said in a genuine tone that brought heat to Peter’s face. 

You're going to die anyway 

This thought calmed him down slightly. 

“You're a spider who needs a plan. Lucky that you're in luck - I’m a man who has a very big plan.” Wade’s mask winked and Peter groaned. He couldn't stomach a revenge plan right now. “Your apartment is very hot, it has no food, and is overall very depressing. My apartment is superior so I’m spider-napping you. You can try to resist. But we both know you can’t really resist me.” Wade winked again and Peter could see the effort his friend was making for him. 

The thought of being alone made the part of him that wanted to survive reach out and grab Wade’s arm tightly. 

"It will be okay. We can figure it out together" his voice was serious and Peter felt his words. They made everything better and so much worse at the same time. 

Peter realized that Wade still had his glove off. He ran his hand down Wade's arm and gripped hold of his hand before he could pull away. 

Even without his magical expression-filled mask, Peter knew his face was scrunched up in discomfort. 

"My name's Peter." He said, trying to give Wade something back. 

"Peter Parker, born August 10th, 1996, social insurance number is -" Wade started but Peter held up his other hand letting out a groan of defeat.

"When- h-how?" He was angry but his teeth started to chatter again and it came out more scared than anything. 

"I've known for like at least three years," Wade said in an apologetic tone. “Did some research on you when we started working together all the time. I knew you were young I just wanted-” 

“To violate my boundaries,” Peter said it in an almost playful tone. 

“Protect you.” Wade said firmly. Tears started to spill down Peter's face again. Someone was here to protect him? There was a huge absence inside him he had felt his whole life after his dad passed, then it was a massive black hole after Uncle Ben. He didn't know what to do. 

“I want you to let me die.” Peter squeezed his eyes shut and he hoped Wade would understand. 

“No dice. I’m the captain now kiddo” Wade got up and Peter flinched. “Give me ten” 

In less than ten minutes Wade had packed up a bag of lord knows what from all over his apartment. Peter sat there hugging his knees. He was almost afraid of what Wade’s apartment was like. 

“Wade, are you sure you want me around?” Peter said in a whisper knowing Wade would hear him. “I’m not the best company.” 

“Fuck off,” Wade said back from down the hall. “Let's go baby, Spider-napping is now in progress.” 

Wade had him stand in his living room as he wrapped Peter up in a large flat sheet and covered his face with a pillowcase. Peter was barely able to stand so he just accepted this was his fate. This should set his panic off but Wade picked him up and carried him, no choice but to just let it happen. 

You're going to die anyway. 

Wade shoved him into the back of a taxi. Peter looked like a hostage or a dead body, panic ran through him until he focused on what Wade was saying. He was rattling off some kind of elaborate story about how he captured a ballerina who was also an arms dealer, who was actually an alien. Peter tried to follow along with the situation and wondered who the cab driver was. The man was laughing along, giving Wade praise. 

Then Peter realized this must be his friend, and how Wade gets around the city. He listened to the rest of the story and had a lot of questions about if Wade had really retired his old ways. 

“Mr.Pool, I don't think your lover would approve.” 

“Ah, he’ll come around Dopinder. He can’t resist me.” A weird feeling washed over Peter, another emotion that added a weird burning sensation in his stomach. 

“Well, good luck getting the Ballerina back to her mother ship.” 

“Thanks for the ride. Crisp High Five.” Peter heard the slap of a high-five before the door flew open and he was getting dragged out of the back seat. Wade picked him up and he hated how much he wanted to stay like that. 

The journey up to Wade’s apartment was beyond strange. He greeted the doorman and the concierge-like he had a bundle of flowers in his hand, not a body wrapped up in a sheet. The elevator ride was smooth and took forever. All this meant was Wade lived in a nice apartment. Peter tried to wrap his head around this.

Eventually, they were inside and Wade unwrapped him carefully. 

“There, no one knows that Peter Parker knows Deadpool.” He smiled triumphantly. Suddenly the sheets made sense, Peter hadn't even thought about that. 

“Thanks.” 

“No problemo baby boy. Now you want to crash on the couch or go back to the bathroom floor?” 

“Ah,” Peter looked at the very large leather couch in front of him. “Couch is fine.” 

Wade gave him a nod. Peter sat on the side of the couch closest to the kitchen. Wade came back with a fluffy Hello Kitty blanket. He wrapped it around Peter and he was grateful as his apartment clearly had AC. Wade kicked off his boots by the door and slid into some blue crocks. 

Peter looked at the massive TV in front of him, then to the side at the massive view of the city shining through the windows. His kitchen was huge and nice. Everything was surprisingly clean and comfortable. 

Wade started banging around in the kitchen and Peter was happy to sit curled up and watch him. After a moment Wade came by to give him another sports drink. Before going back to the stove. 

Chicken and rice were placed in a bowl in front of him. His mind started to spin out and his stomach hurt.

“Try your best. It will make you feel better.” Wade said gently sitting next to him on the couch. Wade flicked through some channels before landing on a Spongebob rerun. 

“You must like Spongebob, being a 96 kid.” Peter nodded in response trying to think of the last time he watched TV or Spongebob. He couldn't afford cable, and even if he could between his internship, work, and running around the city, he barely had time to sleep. 

They both sat in silence and Peter felt like a little kid again. He hadn’t had a home-cooked meal that wasn't instant noodles since Aunt May passed seven months ago. His throat got tight. He took a deep breath and continued eating, bite by bite. 

“Want more?” Wade asked with an eyebrow lifted. Peter surprised himself by nodding. “You think your stomach can handle the sauce?” 

“I think so.” He hadn't noticed that Wade’s had sauce on it. After trying a bite Peter was suddenly very happy he survived the night. “You can cook?” His voice was strangled and bewildered. 

“Yep.” 

“Oh,” Peter nodded and then looked at Wade and laughed. “Lots I don't know about you, huh?” 

“Oh yeah. Normally when we hang out you're freaking out about something, and then we round up bad guys. Then we eat and sort of talk about nothing, then home.”

He realized that they could have talked about lots of stuff if Wade knew his identity the whole time. 

“Erm, since you know im me - I’m doing an internship right now, I'm working in biophysics and biochemistry. I work at a newspaper selling pictures of Spiderman and various crimes. My Aunt died seven months ago from a drunk driver, and I’m kind of a mess from it still.” Peter felt a sense of relief talking about it. “Gwen died because when I webbed her to stop her falling, the force snapped her neck.” 

His body was twisting up into knots again from the vulnerability of everything. It wasn’t fair to put this on Wade. 

“My mum died of Cancer, and my dad beat the shit out of me till I joined the special forces, and killed a lot of people. Didn't want to kill certain people, got an honorable discharge, and couldn't work. Became a mercenary, killed more people for better money, fell in love. Got super duper deluxe cancer, went to an experimental lab, and got the shit kicked out of me again until my mutation kicked in. Won the girl back, got revenge, then lost the girl on our anniversary because I missed one and she got shot.” 

“I had no idea, Wade - I” Peter whispered. 

“Dude shut up,” Wade said, shoving Peter’s shoulder. “Now that we are officially best friends, let's get you into bed.” 

Peter wanted to resist but also didn't want to be rude. Wade took him into a guest bedroom that was filled to the brim with Golden Girls Merchandise. Wade showed him where the bathroom was and how the shower worked then left him alone with his bag of clothes. 

Peter sat on the edge of the bed for a moment trying to process what the hell had happened. They had been friends, but Peter never actually considered Wade a true friend, not enough to get to know him. Guilt started to bubble up again. Normally Wade just flirted with Peter and told him jokes. Normally if Peter wasn't trying to stop him from killing someone, he was beyond flustered and overwhelmed.

Peter took a quick shower and prayed that he would make it through the night without having a night terror. 

Things started off okay. Until they weren’t. Everyone was suffering just out of his reach. Green Goblin crushed his bones as he struggled to get to them. Gwen’s scream echoed loudly. 

“Peter.” Someone was shaking him. “Fuck.” He was barely conscious as he felt Wade pull him down from something. Once in his arms, he gave Peter another Shake. He tried to open his eyes but his body was operating on nothing again. “Moving you next to me,” Wade mumbled something about sheets. 

He was on his back and he felt Wade move partially over top of him. His arm was across his shoulders and his leg was slotted between Peter’s. Peter didn't understand, but he also didn't care. The weight on him caused his body to stop shaking. 

“Nothing going to get through me to hurt you, baby boy.” Peter felt Wade’s words press into the side of his head. 

A different feeling rose up inside Peter. One he realized he would have to surrender to. 

______Extras_______

Waking up entangled in Wade was strange. He was on his side curled into Wade’s chest. He felt the way his arms cradled him and for a moment he never wanted to be anywhere else. 

“Morning baby boy.” His voice was husky and his hand squeezed the back of Peter’s neck gently. A moan escaped Peter’s mouth and he finally understood why that name caused him so much embarrassment.

“You are the worst sleeper ever,” Wade said in a light tone while running his hands through Peter’s hair. “I had to get you off the ceiling. I thought you were possessed or some shit. Tried to hold you down but you chilled out. Chased me all over the bed.” 

Peter didn't think this is what friends did with each other. So he thought he’d just enjoy whatever this was and see where the lines were. He nuzzled his face into Wade’s neck. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled. Wade smelled good, beyond good. Peter wanted to roll in it, bathe in it. Wade just pulled him closer. 

“S’alright. I enjoyed it. It was nice being the one getting chased this time.” 

Before Peter could react Wade continued. 

Peter was scared. What if something happened to Wade? - Nothing would happen to Wade. 

“I have an empty room. If you want to team up. There's always food, AC and heating. We spend all our free time together anyway.” Wade mumbled. 

“Sometimes the cancer comes back, I’m pretty useless on those days, it would be nice to have someone around ya know.” 

“Like your regenerative power just stops?” There was an edge of panic in his voice. 

“It just slows down sometimes if I  overuse it. Not enough to kill me, trust me.” Wade said and Peter didn't like the thought of him hurting.

“Do friends normally erm -” Peter asked anxiously, he didn't know how to ask the question. 

“Peter, at least give your body a few days before the next crisis,” Wade said his hold on Peter tightening slightly. 

“Who said it was a crisis?” Peter wasn't sure what the hell came over him. This was when he realized that his face was pressed into Wade's neck. An obvious distinction between where the collar of his T-shirt was and where the skin of his neck was. 

 Peter finally opened his eyes and pulled away, resisting Wade’s attempt to keep him in place, and looked up. Wade’s face was beyond scared. His body was covered in hypertrophic scarring. There was no beginning or end. But his eyes were what gutted Peter. 

He’d been dodging Wade’s flirting for years on the premise of never letting another person close enough to hurt them, well, and not knowing what the hell to do about it. Wade provided something that was so special, so hard to find. He genuinely made Peter feel safe. His Spider senses flat-out didn't work on Wade. No matter how awful the things he had done, he always wanted to be good enough to work with Peter. 

“Do you often kidnap ballerinas and haul them up to your apartment?” 

“What? Oh, no. Well, she needed help, Peter. I couldn't just leave her here selling alien weapons to the criminals of New York. She just needed some cash to get home to her galaxy.” Wade shrugged. 

“That would be a deal breaker for me,” Peter said with a smile. He watched Wade’s face contort into a look of confusion in real life. No mask. 

“What kind of deal are we making?” Wade asked seriously. 

“What kind of deal do-” Peter was 85% sure they were flirting, or at least that he was trying to flirt.

“No, don’t do that.” Wade said firmly. 

Wade pulled him in against his chest again and he was happy they didn't have to talk it out right now. Peter just wanted to rest. 

“I like this” He wiggled his body. “But friends dont exactly do this. Or at least feel this way when they do it.” He bit his lip. “I havent really got further than that.” 

[poptod]

Would u be up to writing a crack fic where Ahk eats some dodgy food and gets violently ill from it and in his food poisoning induced delirium starts to like hallucinate and think that gods are against him and hanging out with him and stuff. so yeah. (also omfg never noticed the ostrich part in NATM!!!)

notes: YEA that fucking ostrich is hilarious and YES this sounds fun. u didn’t say if this was xreader or if this was in egypt or in the museum so i took some liberties, hope that’s alright! i also really ran with this so apologies for the length WC: 2,222

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“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Now, now, that’s no way to refer to your husband,” he said matter-of-factly.

“You are not - we’re not married,” you hissed.

“Not yet,” he said with a grin.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. Ahkmen wasn’t King yet, but you still held the position as his advisor, placed there by both Ahkmen’s choice and his father’s insistence.

Now, however, you were focused on a different, more pertinent issue. An entire bag of almond date rolls had been thrown away for Ahk to find, opening the sack to find them untouched. Since he had little to no self control—which was why you were there to begin with—he immediately began eating them.

“There isn’t anything wrong with them,” he said through a mouthful.

“You don’t know that,” you said, still glaring up at him.

He swallowed before promptly stuffing another whole roll in his mouth.

“Stop that!” You said, and batted the sack out of his hand.

The cinch released and the rolls went flying down a sandy hill, reaching the river outcrop at the bottom. Ahk watched, miserably, as they disappeared.

“You have access to date rolls anytime you like in the palace,” you reminded him.

“But it’s such a long walk back, and I like it here,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the forested hill overlooking the Nile. Shade stretched over your bodies and the reed blanket beneath you, allowing the wind to cool your sun-beaten skin.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” you said, leaning back to lie down.

“How funny, then, that you are my life,” he said with a grin, following you till he propped himself up on his elbow, his free hand resting on your chest.

He stared at you, scanning you as you half-glared at him.

“What do you want?” You asked, looking up unimpressed.

“A kiss,” he said, puckering his lips.

“Shut up!”

You shoved him onto his back, laughter wracking his body.

A little while later you found yourself once more obeying Ahk’s whim, though his father had warned against that, and followed him in short steps down the tall dune. Solidified, plant-filled earth gave way for free falling sand that drifted off the slope and towards the riverbank.

The water during this time of year was at a steady but slow pace, flowing from south to north as the sun’s rising and setting indicated. Wind that once cooled you now brought hot air, exacerbated by the overzealous sun, who you imagined could burn even your ink-black skin. Sand avalanched around your still feet, landing you at Ahk’s side.

“Luncheon will be soon,” you reminded.

“I’m aware,” he said flatly. “Can’t I simply enjoy myself for once?”

“No.”

He waded out into the water, his shoulders tensing at the chill and only releasing as he went deeper. Once the red water reached his knees, just barely soaking the edge of his skirt, he called to you.

“Come join me,” he said, offering you his hand.

“We should go back to the palace,” you said.

“Come now, it’ll be hours before lunch,” he whined.

“It’s one hour. And you can’t be wearing that,” you said, gesturing to his outfit that consisted of no more than a skirt, partially torn and covered in dirt.

“Then take it off me,” he said with a sly grin.

You scowled at him, going over your options for a moment before you acted.

Once you decided, you waltzed into the river, soaking your sandals as you approached him. Satisfaction filled his gaze as you came closer, his hand still outstretched to you.

At last you took his hand, tugging him forcefully towards you. He let out a grunt, but before he could say anything, you reached forward and released the clasp keeping his skirt on him, allowing it to fall in the running water and drift away.

“Hey!” He cried, attempting to go after it, but stopped by your hand still in his. He turned back to you, a shocked look on his face as he said, “what was that for?!”

“Dawdling. Let’s go back to the palace.”

“Like this?!” He yelled, gesturing to his naked body. You snorted.

“You don’t mind. I know you don’t. You just want to be mad at me,” you said in a definitive voice.

“I don’t-“

“Come on, Prince,” you said, tugging him past you so he stumbled towards the shoreline. As he just barely got his standing you slapped his butt, pushing him forward further.

Ahkmen fell silent—as he rarely did—after he’d been dressed and was on the way to the garden, where the Pharaoh had arranged a feast he made and placed for himself, his family, and the ambassadors visiting from Punt. You were not invited, but you watched from above alongside the youngest Prince’s manservant. Ahk’s room was placed right above the western gardens, large arches within allowing a plenty good sight out, which you and Naguib took advantage of.

“He’s squirming an awful lot,” Naguib noted after several minutes of silence.

Naguib laid on his stomach, his chin propped up on his palms, in turn resting on his elbows on the stone floor. You sat nearby, leant against one of the arch pillars with a tablet of baked limestone on your lap.

At his comment you looked over the ledge, easily finding the trademark golden crown Ahk bore.

“How so?” You asked.

“Look at his legs,” Naguib said, and your eyes turned to his fidgeting crossed legs, “and his hands.”

His fists were clenching and unclenching.

“Should we check in on him?” He asked gingerly.

“.... nah,” you said after a moment. “I’m sure it’s fine. He’s probably just upset I slapped him on the arse.”

Naguib choked on his own spit, bursting into manic laughter.

“You slapped the prince’s ass??” He asked incredulously through gasps of laughter. “How’d he react to that?”

“He stripped me,” you answered, returning to your tablet with little waver in your voice.

“What -“

“That might’ve been because I took away his skirt, though. In that case, he just looked at me really strangely,” you said.

“How so?”

You twisted your expression to reflect what you remembered, a strange mix of confused, angered, and one feeling that was almost always at the forefront of Ahk’s mind—horny. Naguib burst into another round of laughter.

Several minutes later, after your conversation died down, Naguib looked back over the ledge and frowned.

“He’s gone,” he said.

“Who what?”

“Ahk, he isn’t there anymore,” he said, pointing to the empty cushion where Ahk had been sitting. You shifted to see.

“Huh. What do you think happened?”

Bursts of metal latches and swinging hinges interrupted you before either of you could think of an answer, followed by the wooden frame of the door slamming against the other wall. Both of you darted to look behind you, finding several different servants entering, a limp Prince in their arms.

Instantly you jumped to your feet. Naguib joined you, though much slower, and you both made your way to his bedside once the servants set him down.

“What happened?” Naguib asked, a hand on the bed as he looked up to one of the servants.

You set your hand over his forehead, testing his temperature, and using your sense of magic to reach into his veins, searching for a perpetrator.

“He hasn’t got a fever,” you noted, earning a nod from the servant tending him.

You made to search again before Ahk moved, groaning softly as he curled into himself, clutching his stomach.

“Ahk? Are you alright?” You asked—probably too quickly—as you knelt at his side, panic pounding its way into your heart.

“Ugh,” he grumbled, just barely wheezing out his breaths. “Alive. Right now.”

“What are your symptoms?”

“Stomach,” he breathed, halting as he flinched, his hands moving to slap over his mouth.

“Bucket!” You said to the servant, who nodded and rushed for one of the buckets in the nearest closet. “You’re going to throw up, its alright. Get it out.”

“Ughhh...” he mumbled, convulsing forward again as he attempted to hold it in.

In a flash the servant returned, rushing to set the bucket down beside the bed. You held it up, helping him scoot dizzily forward before he hurled.

Things continued in a similar fashion until the setting of the sun, the western rays finally sinking beneath the distant mountain horizon. Crickets and firebugs chirped, bringing in the cool breeze of evening, sending shivers down Ahk’s sweat-sheeted shoulders and back.

You ran your fingers through his hair, hoping to raise the curls off his heated forehead, but he raised his hand to stop you.

“No,” he slurred, “too sick... repetitive.”

“Alright,” you said softly.

His dizziness persevered from the evening into the night, but his vomitting had luckily stopped, though he did try to retch on an empty stomach twice. By then he was passed out from exhaustion, still shivering in his sleep. You stayed at his side without fail, raising his sheets up to cover him, and removing them when he broke out into another sweat.

At midnight, his eyes fluttered open.

The first thing he saw was you—surrounded by a halo of brightly glowing stars, colored in red, yellow, and purple. His sickness had faded but the delirium remained, and he reached out blindly for your face.

His fingers dragging across your eyes and cheeks brought you back from your meditation, shocked at his consciousness.

“You’re awake,” you said with a relieved sigh, your knees digging into the cold stone beneath you.

“Hathor?” He mumbled weakly, his eyes still half-closed.

“No, no,” you said, taking his hand down from your face and clasping it in your own hold. “Piye. Remember? How do you feel?”

“Am I dead?”

“Not as far as I know. You exhibit all the tell-tale signs of being alive,” you said, chuckling.

“... Bastet?”

“Also no. Piye.”

“Peets....” he mumbled before promptly falling back asleep.

The next time he awoke was a little later on, towards the very, very early morning. He once again broke you out of your meditation, this time with words rather than smothering your face. His state of aberration had yet to improve.

“Piye?” He asked softly, a husk of a voice.

“Yes,” you said, smiling. He remembered your name. “How do you feel?”

“When d.. you’re... you’re glowing,” he murmured.

“I what?”

He reached forward, and you flinched away, stiffened by a soft touch that traced down your jawline.

“You’re... glowing,” he said, louder, drawing in a deep breath as sweat began to bead on his forehead.

“Calm down, Ahk,” you warned him, pushing the hair off his forehead. “You’re going to work yourself up.”

“No,” he said with a strange sense of urgency, holding your face in the palm of his hand. You subconsciously leaned your cheek into his touch. “No, I need to see you.”

“I’m right here, with you.”

“Not in my dreams,” he breathed out, the words brushing his parted lips, now paler than ever.

Fever.

Vomitting.

Fatigue.

Gagging. Weakness. Dizziness. Chills. Sweating.

What would your father say?

He didn’t need to consult the numerous stacks of books shoved into his office to know what Ahk suffered from, but he was far away in Thebes, and you wouldn’t dare leave the Prince’s side, in fear of his condition and the wrath of his father should he suffer grievously.

“I told you not to eat those date rolls,” you chided, continuing to thread your fingers through his hair. That must’ve been the cause—sickness carried through infirm food. You could think of nothing else.

He didn’t say anything. Not for a little while, at least. He continued to blink, albeit slow, and stared unceasingly into you.

“He is in your eyes,” he whispered, his own eyes flickering between yours. “And... speaking.”

“Who do you see?” You asked softly, suddenly reluctant to blink.

“Heka.”

Not a God of magic, but the personification of it. The genuine representation of healing and enchantments. His fertile, black skin made of the Nile’s silt was reflected in your own complexion—darker than night, flanked by eyes that appeared to glow against the midnight of you.

“What is he saying?” You said, readjusting yourself beside his hand, a seriousness edging your tone. Claims of Heka were not to be taken lightly.

“Pledging.. love.”

“For who?”

“... me,” he whispered.

“Beloved of...”

“Beloved of you,” he interrupted before you could finish your thought, a smile creeping at the edges of his pale lips.

You chuckled softly, reaching up to stroke your thumb over the back of his hand. He was returning to a saner state of mind.

“Perhaps so,” you murmured.

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a song not about love

title: a song not about love characters: chuck taylor x trent beretta word count: 1864 part: 1/1 warnings: mild cursing, no character names are said (but the perspective is alluded to be chuck’s and the “best friend” is trent) a/n: hi! so, holy crap i’m actually doing this... i know, it’s freaking me out too. i guess for context, yesterday i literally did not sleep at all and in a 5 am sudden burst of energy, this little fic came out of my brain. i’ve never posted my work online before, so this is kind of a big thing for me? also, this is so different from how i normally write because there is next to no dialogue, and it’s not, uh... funny? but it sure is something ahah

He won’t say it. That one fucking word that has been tormenting him for what feels like his entire life. He will not under any circumstance say it, or hell, even feel it. It sets you up for failure, for a gashing claw directly to your heart as it punctures and plays with what little you have left.

It’s like that song from Hercules, he thinks. The one where Meg is singing by the fountains about her feelings for Hercules and denying them every step of the way. It feels like that, except the brunette knows this isn’t some sappy Disney movie. This is real life, the one that made him hate himself every time he looked in a mirror. The one that gave him no other option to cope with everything that swirls in his mind at blinding rates than to drown what he does have away. 

Words were never his strong suit, with him always clinging to actions and movement, as more often than not, his mouth would betray him with what would come out of it. 

There’s this burning sensation, festering deep under his skin, well into the flesh, that tingles and jumps no matter what he does. It gets worse when he’s around. Not that he would know it, his friend was never good at picking up on just about anything. Itching, almost, with him unconsciously rubbing his arm over and over trying to forget that was where he had last touched him. A congratulatory pat, and that was it.  

The thought of already being dead crosses his mind. That perhaps, he is already dead, and that what he is living now would be his own personal hell. Set up explicitly to torture him for the wrongdoings of when he was alive. He wonders what that life was like, and if the people he knew now were there. That gave him no solace, as even if he were still living, there would still be his best friend there ruining it all.

Ruin in the best way possible, he amends. Because without him, the brunette can’t picture his life in any capacity. There would be none as far as he is concerned. There was so much of him that did not have, that lived in his friend.

Someone a long time ago said they were soulmates. Platonic, he assumed at that moment, was what the man meant. All this time later, he knows what he was getting at. He won’t say it, he never will, but he knows why the other man said it. That memory liked to crawl into his brain sometimes, replaying like a song you have stuck in your head until you can’t take it anymore and finally listen to it. It does not ease your pain, the song is still stuck. 

Soulmates were someone that housed all of the pieces of you that you did not have. The parts of you that you could fully - the word - because they were in someone else. Maybe that was why he liked keeping his friend around all the time. Because they were the same person.

Except they weren’t. His only slightly shorter friend was better than him at literally everything, not that it bothered him. It just made for more to... This was getting harder and harder to not say by the ever so slowly ticking seconds.

His mind takes over again. Blocking him even farther from reality than he already was, to think.

It’s the way he smiles, he ponders. But only when it’s at him. Tiny, unguarded, and sweet like pineapple fluff. Adoration is always in there too; along with warmth, and if he himself was feeling extra in his own head, intense longing. He silently prays for the last one. Never has been sure why, but he hopes with everything he’s got, that it’s in there somewhere.

What was longing? Catching his eyes across the room as they sparkle under even the dingiest of LED lights? They’re brown, like rich earth that used to be beneath their feet when they would do an outdoor show. Exposed from years of treading, letting others walk upon it without question, working down to its most basic form. It’s very core. He decides that him and the earth aren’t so different.

There is no reason to be like this. So deep into his own recesses that even the most forceful of tactics will not rouse him. Akin to a coma, however his eyes are certainly still working and there is definitely a concerned friend staring at him through their own pair of sunglasses and a neutral expression. 

He says something, slow and quiet like he usually does. It does not compute. His friend says it again. He cannot speak, but he can shrug while moving his gaze to stare past him.

It’s radiant over there, a shining oasis asking to have its glory basked in. Unsurprisingly, it’s him. Recognition helps bring back his question. Longing is time. All of it wasted, even if there is still so much to go. No mercy is given to him, not that he believed he deserved it.

His mind jitters and trails off again as it usually does. It’s his voice, he considers. Peering at him would make you guess it’s low and gritty, but he knows far better than that. His voice is of a baritone, but it’s far too uplifting and sometimes outright high to be anything else. Smooth also felt applicable, calmly finding its way to the right words and pitches as his hands say what his mouth can’t. He really enjoys that quality about him.

Reality is boring, he concludes. Sinking back into his cave of wonders and mostly misfortunes he calls his brain. He has his muse of which to think about... again, and the brunette couldn’t be any more content.

Content is the wrong word. Again, he is no good with those, but he does know that content is something he will never be. His is different though, for a reason he will not say. Fuck, are we really back to thinking about longing? For a third time? Is this what he wanted; to be caught in an infinite time loop, ala Groundhog’s Day, where he relives every thought he’s had for the millionth consecutive time? 

To be fair, that was how it always was when he saw him. Everything surfacing at the same time and he gets caught in the crosshairs, winning the wonderful luxury of wading through them again. 

His laugh is nice. His hair looks good today. The tank top he has on is way too tight fitting and leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. Not hard to imagine anyways, he’s seen it a thousand times, having roamed it with his hands. But only briefly, and the idea sends him into a tizzy.

One that marks the end, the one that finally has snapped him and made him have a new goal. It’s like drowning again, except not in his usual Crown. This is one where he actually can’t breathe, unable to get above water safely and take those precious gulps he so desperately desires.

He is standing in front of him now, fueled by this very known force that has a known name that managed to carry his battered body to the other side of the room, without him even noticing. There is no one else in the room. Or maybe there is, but he can’t tell. For him, it’s only his friend and himself, which is all he could ever want.

His best friend asks him how he is. He does not answer. The other brunette seemed vaguely alarmed by this, commenting on this fact and letting the notion hang in the air. There is no true reply, not to what he is asking nor to anything else. They stand in silence, pressure building and concern rising, like a dam that’s about to burst open and destroy everything in its wake.

Being forward has always been his calling card. Breaking any tension or an awkward silence with little tact and a lot of bluntness. He’s rough around the edges, as are most things in his life. 

This one comes off as a cliff though, hurtling himself off of it and waiting until he hits the bottom. But there is none, all there is- is his best friend, still concerned for his well being, because of course he was. Did he really need another reason? 

Now there was even less reason to be cautious. If he didn’t say something now, the brunette was going to faint, the lights behind his green eyes going out like the flickering flames of a candle. Where he would drop, essentially dead to the world, straight to the floor and live there for eternity. Or until his friend kneeled down and checked on him.

That idea… The thought of waking up to his face. Seeing him tending to him because for his friend, life seemingly depended on it. But he didn’t know that. What he did know was that the thick and uncomfortable quiet that had filled the room; reminiscent of a smog like haze, was becoming unbearable. 

Caution. Wind. Blunt. Do it. He has to. He will explode if he doesn’t. His best friend is staring at him with what feels like baited breath and stitched brows. He looks completely mental, clearly needing to say something, anything really to amend the situation. At this point it doesn’t matter, he’s so gone for him that even if this irreparably damages their relationship, he would at bare minimum be rewarded with getting real sleep at night.

His mouth opens on its own accord, letting the words waterfall out nearly unceremoniously as he keeps eye contact with his friend.

“I’m in love with you.” 

He says it. 

The one fucking word that has been tormenting him for what feels like his entire life. He says it out loud, to his best friend’s face, with a few words before and after it. Sure, he could say that they don’t matter as much to this whole ordeal he got himself into, but truly, they make up the full saying that has been playing on loop on his head for months. 

His friend doesn’t react, not instantly, staring at him with a blinking gaze as either his brain self-destructs, or tries to figure out a way to let him down easy. Heavy doubt sinks into his bones, weighing him down and taking residence within him. 

It’s a new, hellish, spiraling sensation that the brunette was not ready for. He was used to his usual downward hole of thoughts, usually brought about by his unmitigated need to bash himself, but this… This feeling didn’t even compare, with it being so much more destructive and raw, it opened him up like he was a frog being dissected and leaving him vulnerable to the world.

He finally speaks, his words soft and slightly timid as he can’t seem to look away from him. Unlike what he was expecting, his friend's expression was open and understanding, albeit still taken aback by his forwardness.

“I… I love you too.”

[thehikingnerd]

Day 129. (9/23)

We woke up and broke down and figured we would go back to town and get breakfast and coffee. The first place we stopped in was a really weirdly decorated place with an interesting old lady waiting the tables. We saw the menu and thought it was a touch over priced and decided to just get coffees for a bit and then head to cheap fast food for breakfast and then went to a Jack in the Box. They had outlets there so I charged my batteries while we ate and took our time. I didn't realize how challenging it was to keep batteries full if you didn't rent a room regularly and let it all charge overnight. It was getting frustrating just trying to plug in a few minutes here and there wherever we found an outlet. Eventually, we headed out and started down the right road but we both mapped it out on google maps and saw a much shorter route that would save us like 15 miles at least and we decided that maybe it was good we messed up last night as we would have just gone north on 169. So we took off toward a more direct route that would take us through Cedar Falls. We talked briefly with a guy who suggested we take the railroad tracks to Snoqualmie Pass and that it would save us a lot of time and distance but that we had about a 25% chance of getting caught and in trouble for trespassing. We humored him but didn't take the suggestion seriously. We walked and walked and eventually I found another apple tree and stopped into a grocery and the lady working was from Busan, South Korea and we chatted for a bit. We kept going and finally saw a strange guy walking back and forth on the side of the hwy up ahead. As we got closer we said hi and he asked if we were hiking the trail and we said yes. He was holding a bag and gave it to us and it was full of small grapes that he had grown I believe. He took our picture and asked to make a short video that he wanted to send in to the local news. We said OK but cars kept going by and I'm sure the video was unusable for anything. So he was walking with us back toward his property and the guy was a little weird and he started taking about the Green River Killer (since we were crossing the Green River), and it really kind of creeped us out for this strange man to offer us grapes take our pics and video and then start randomly talking about a local serial killer. He turned left shortly after the river and we kept waking straight. He was nice and the grapes were good and it was a nice thing to do... but a little creeped out we kept joking that he was the real killer and the grapes were poison or that he rubbed them on his balls before giving them to us and he at home now jerking off to our video and thinking of us eating his ball grapes. Your imagination can run with such things out on the trail, lol. It was funny and silly, but probably a little mean since it was probably just a nice gesture and instance of trail magic and nothing more. Anyway... we kept walking until we saw a sign that immediately made us concerned as it said the road ends in 2 miles. But google for sure had us going through this way, so maybe there is a way through. I know google has sent people down roads that no longer exist before, but since we were this close we figured we should go on and see. About a half a mile in we see two guys doing yard work and we ask if there is a way though this direction and he said no. Our hearts sank. In talking to him we found out that the road did in fact go through, but for the last 10 years or so the whole area has been blocked off to protect a water shed for Seattle's drinking water... and that it was a big deal and they had cameras and authorities would be notified if we hopped the gate and ran past the no trespassing signs. He added that it was only like six miles through to the other side and that if we hustled we might make it before they could respond since he said calling the police would take an hour for them to respond for an emergency. So we thought we would check it out and maybe just try and find a way to avoid the camera and sensor and still go though since the walk around would be like another 20 miles or so from where we stood to the other side. We finally got to the gate and it looked legit with real cameras and huge signs and we thought, well damn, we are screwed. Either risk fines and getting arrested or walk a whole extra day to get around the protected watershed area! Can't we just hike the trail? Why does it always have to be so difficult lately? Fuuuuck! So just as we are about to give up and accept that we have to walk around, a wildlife officer pulls out of the gate and I flag him down to try and talk to him. He was first saying they are doing some kind of a charity elk hunt inside that we really don't want to go in with gunfire all over the place. We explain that we are continuous footpath PCT hikers walking around a fire closure and that google maps had screwed us on routing us through here and had no idea this was closed off. Eventually, he slowly changed his tune and saw how we were so frustrated and then finally he busted out a map and started railing on all the ultra liberals in there, he said he doesn't normally rail on liberals, but that "these people would flip out if you piss on a leaf in there." Then he was showed us on his map and basically mapped out a route for us that wouldn't get us caught if we wanted to try and get through. Just as we were talking an SUV pulled up behind him and a younger man with a beard stepped out looking a little arrogant and he walked up and said that if we were PCT hikers we would have to go around and that he would give us a ride if to somewhere if we wanted. The officer chimed in and told him we were continuous footpath people and we wouldn't take an offer for a ride and that we were all discussing the legal walk around. As soon as he left, the wildlife officer was like, "yeah, he is one of those ultra liberals I mentioned." Anyway, we kept asking questions and I took photos of his map so we would have something to go by if we wanted to give this a shot. I mean we had to at least consider it as the officer basically gave us the green light and said that as long as we followed the power lines straight north until we got to a certain road and worked our way east into a pink area on the map around rattlesnake mountain that we would then be in the clear and shouldn't get caught on this route. We said thanks and he took off. We left down the road out of range of the camera and sat down to think out our two options; neither of which sounded good. Finally, we said fuck it and waited till the coast was clear and then hurried up and hopped the barb wire fence. We were ACTUALLY doing this. The paranoia started right away as the fence line backed up to private property and a truck had just pulled in so we waited just a few minute for the people to stop chatting in the driveway and leave again before quickly moving past and into the woods and deeper cover.  We walked through some paths that were small and over grown but seemed to be going the direction we needed. At some point, we came to a gravel road that turned and took us straight to the power lines. There was a curvy gravel road that seemed to follow all the way under the power lines which was nice since; I was expecting tall grass and brush the whole way. We took the winding gravel road for a little while until we got to the river that we knew we would have to cross somehow. At first I wanted to just wade through, but seeing a steep hill leading down to the river (which I couldn't even see the water at that point) that looked like blackberry bushes the whole way... made us reconsider this plan.  We looked around for other ways down but this stuff was thick and nothing looked like an appealing route, and we didn't even know how big this river was... so we finally decided to walk the road back to a different gravel road and take our chances by crossing the bridge we saw on the map. It was adding at least a mile maybe two by our estimates, but still seemed like the better option. We just knew we needed to be alert and ready to hide if any vehicle were to come down the roads we were walking. All of a sudden we heard something that sounded like it might be a car and it had come up quickly so we ran and jumped off the road into the bushes and waited in silence and on high alert. It only took a second for us to realize that it was a lower flying small plane. We got out and realized we had LTE which we figured would be pretty helpful in terms of GPS since we were just using photos of a map and wasn't sure if we would be able to tell where we actually were. We walked and finally found the bridge, noticing some fresh tire tracks we cautiously and quickly crossed the small road bridge and started back up around the other side toward the power lines again. On the way we startled two large elk and without actually seeing them you could hear the huge animals running off through the woods. We made it back and proceeded to follow the roads that wove in and out but basically followed the power lines north. At one point we came up over a hill under the lines and I jumped back down out of sight because I saw all of these large animals and my first thought was horses and people on horseback. At a second look I could see that they were actually elk, a big group of probably 30 massive elk. We heard one bugle as we made our way around and they watched us as we went. It was starting to get dark and we stopped for a quick snack at an intersection where there was cover near by but a small cleared off area. Taking off now and walking uphill we began to sweat as it was getting dark and colder. We still didn't want to use our head lamps and figured following roads at night shouldn't be too hard and it would give us more time to react if we could see headlights in the distance. We finally made it to a road that the guys said would be paved but it was t paved but was much nicer than the rest so we figured we were on the right road. We would take this to the gate and then follow the fence line north and east until we made our way into the pink section on the map which was open to the public. So we started walking northeast on this road . For quite a while everything seemed chill and quiet and like this would all be easier than we thought... then I heard a sound and I said hold on... we stopped and just caught the slightest sound before light burst from around the corner and we both without thinking or hesitation instinctively just ran and dove into the bushes. We did this impressively quickly and froze. A big ups looking utility kind of truck drove past but didn't stop. After it had gone on for a bit I sat up and looked for Butt'rs who had went Left when I had gone right. I saw him and I looked and him half grinning with excitement and half terrified and said "holy f*ck" we got out and were 10 times more paranoid as on alert as we continued down the street. We were going short distances and stopping to listen for a while before proceeding. This method did seem to work as we heard more vehicles coming shortly thereafter... so we had a bit more time and ran to hide again. This time it looked like a car followed by the saw truck. Were they looking for us, had the truck seen us that first time? We guessed not and just decided to get off of this road as quickly as possible as this seemed to be what would get us caught. We hurried along until we saw some lights, but these were stationary. We thought we must be getting close to the gates and saw a closed off road. It said no trespassing on the front and was probably the road we needed that was right at the gate but t wasn't labeled that we could tell and we still hadn't seen a gate. We assumed it would be something like what we had seen at the other gate with cameras and such, so we wanted to at least find the gate as a point of reference but also it had been such a nerve racking experience over the last few hours that we kind of just wanted the relief of k owing we were on the other side and in the clear. So we kept going but never saw a gate, finally we saw a house... and all of a sudden another vehicle was coming up from behind... we ran again and hid in the edge of the woods, it was a pickup that had gone by and as it went by I saw the headlights hit a sign that said for sale, we obviously had passed out of the closed area and were somewhere on the other side. Google maps helped us to figured out through lots of effort where exactly we were. The problem was that everywhere we tried to go as a no trespassing sign and all the roads were private property and dead ends. We were in a spot that was legal for us to be there but had no legal way to have gotten there, we were kind of trapped in and trespassed on some other roads trying to find a way out. We had a photo of a potentially outdated map, my version of google maps, and Butt'rs version of google maps and none of them matched up. We ended up trying a few routes because two of the three maps had shown one way that should get us out. Turns out they were both either inaccurate or would have us walking straight through someone's driveway hoping it would go all the way through to another road. It was frustrating having wrecked nerves it getting late and nothing working out and all of these attempts were adding miles and we were getting tired. We had at least decided we were legal enough to not have to jump into bushes anymore if a car went by, which one did and nothing happened. It was weird how all the houses here seemed to be for sale. Butt'rs realized that he lost his knife one of the times we jumped in the bushes. Google maps gave us one last route out and it matched the photo of the map on my phone. So this was our last shot and we would try it in the morning, but for now we went around the gate closing that road and went around the corner so no one could see if they drove by and camped in a small flat patch of wet grass. It was 11 something and with only a snack I passed out. It was a cold wet night and we still weren't out of troubles reach just yet.

[sevenfists]

Here’s a deleted scene from the story I’ve been working on (currently in beta... stay tuned). 

Sidney’s parents came out for the parents’ weekend. Zhenya wasn’t sure when they got into town, but they were at the arena the morning of the game against the Sabres, politely participating in the group locker room tour although they had been in the arena many times.  

Sidney came over to Zhenya’s stall, wearing all of his gear aside from his jersey and skates. “Did Jen text you?”

“No,” Zhenya said. Jen seemed to have largely given up on communicating with him and was relying on Sidney to convey her messages. He wasn’t sure Sidney realized he had been recruited as Jen’s errand boy.

“Okay,” Sidney said. “Well, you’re sitting with me and my parents at lunch later, so make sure you comb your hair after you shower.”

“Funny,” Zhenya said, and Sidney grinned at him, remorseless. He grabbed Sidney’s face and tilted it toward the light, squinting at his upper lip. “Where is mustache?”

“Jesus, get off me,” Sidney said, smacking at his hands until Zhenya released him. “It’s the first day, it hasn’t started growing yet.”

Across the room, the Pens TV cameraman was filming them. “Look better without,” Zhenya said.

“You’ll be kissing my ugly mustache all month,” Sidney said. “Get over it.”

“Have to kiss lots now to remember,” Zhenya said, and he reeled Sidney in by the waistband of his pants and leaned in to give him a firm, dry kiss.

“That’s a fine, Malkin,” Downie bellowed, because he was too dumb to realize that nobody fined Zhenya.

Some of the parents were laughing. Zhenya released Sidney and smirked at him, pleased with his work.

“Comb your fucking hair,” Sidney said, and went back to his own stall.

The lunch buffet took place in one of the big event rooms upstairs. Sidney, unsurprisingly, had gotten held up with the press after skate, and Zhenya, impatient and hungry, went upstairs on his own. He regretted that decision immediately: Sidney’s parents were already seated, and Zhenya had a cameraman on his heels, and couldn’t go back downstairs the way he wanted to and wait for Sidney.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Sidney’s parents. They were, like Sidney, even-tempered, unexciting people, and Zhenya had always gotten along with them well. But now he was responsible for their son making a sex tape, and he wasn’t sure how they felt about that, or how they would react to him.

There was no helping it. He approached their table, and Trina saw him coming and smiled, and they both rose to their feet to greet him.

Troy was easy: Zhenya shook his hand. But he wasn’t sure what to do with Trina, and they considered each other for a few moments before she smiled again and held out her arms.

Zhenya embraced her carefully, and bent to kiss her cheek. “Sorry,” he whispered, for her ears only.

“Good to see you again, Geno,” Troy said, as they all sat.

“Hope you have, ah. Safe trip,” Zhenya said. Should he have seen them already by now? Maybe they had been in town for a couple of days, and he should have already heard about their flight. Well, it was too late now. The footage could always be edited.

“Our flights went very smoothly,” Trina said. She looked like she wanted to laugh, and when Zhenya glanced at Troy, he looked like he was laughing, only silently. Sidney had mentioned that his parents thought the situation was amusing, and Zhenya supposed from the outside it was pretty funny. But he didn’t see what was entertaining about his pitiful efforts to make small talk.

“Shame your parents can’t be here this weekend,” Troy said. “I hope they’re planning to come out for the playoffs again this year.”

“Yes, I think,” Zhenya said. His parents and the Crosbys got along well despite the lack of any common language. “Long trip just for weekend.”

“Oh, of course,” Trina said. “I don’t imagine anyone would expect them to.”

Zhenya tried to think of what to say next, and drew a blank. Should he comment on the weather? It wasn’t doing anything interesting. Talk about that night’s game? Certainly Sidney had already talked that subject to death.

“Oh, there’s Sidney now,” Trina said, sparing Zhenya whatever pathetic nonsense he was about to drool out.

Sidney came over, trailed by a second cameraman, because it was clearly essential to capture multiple angles on four people eating lunch. He smiled at his parents and took the seat beside Zhenya, and leaned in to give Zhenya a kiss, the quick familiar kiss of long-term lovers. Zhenya realized with a shock that they were: they’d been having sex on and off for almost two years.

Rattled, he lost track of the conversation for a minute, and when he tuned back in, Sidney and his mother were laughing about something.

“We’ll find out,” Sidney said. “Some of these guys—well, Geno’s twenty-eight and he still can’t cook.”

Zhenya straightened up from his slouch and tried to look calm and dignified. “Can cook. But lots of guys eat at rink. It’s not just me.”

“I see what you mean,” Trina said to Sidney.

Being teased by two generations of Crosbys was more than any man should have to tolerate. Zhenya kicked Sidney beneath the table, and Sidney grinned in response and put his arm around Zhenya’s waist, his hand resting casually on Zhenya’s hip.

“He’s a work in progress,” Sidney said.

Zhenya would have been a lot more irritated about all of this if it weren’t for the big smile on Sidney’s face when he looked at Zhenya, pleased with himself for successfully chirping, and the way his hand tightened on Zhenya’s hip.

The meal went well. Sidney’s parents didn’t seem to hold Zhenya accountable for what had happened, or at least they didn’t bring it up. Sidney ate with one hand and kept his other hand on Zhenya most of the time, his hip or his thigh or his shoulder, and Zhenya enjoyed it so much that he didn’t even mind the way Trina kept glancing at them and smiling.

Sidney got up for dessert, and Troy said, his voice mild, “Glad to see this dating thing is working out for the two of you.”

That was a deep river to wade into. “Yes, it’s okay,” Zhenya said cautiously.

“Sidney was worried that it would be hard for you,” Trina said, with a glance at Troy that Zhenya couldn’t read. “I hope it hasn’t been too bad.”

“No,” Zhenya said. ‘Bad’ wasn’t really the word he would use. “It’s okay. Already two months. Season will go fast.”

“Well, I’m glad Sidney has someone around to make sure he doesn’t eat too much sugar in one sitting,” Trina said, as Sidney came back to the table, carrying two plates piled high with an assortment of tiny desserts, little finger-food servings of cakes and pies and brownies.

“This is to share,” Sidney said, as if anyone at the table believed that.

That night, after he posed for pictures with Sidney and his parents, and went home to nap and then drove back to the rink, after they shut out the Sabres and posed for more pictures in the locker room, Zhenya opened his locker in the change room and found a small plate balanced precariously on top of his shoes, holding a single, paper napkin-wrapped brownie.

Sidney was still talking to the press. Zhenya ate the brownie right there, dropping crumbs on the floor and ignoring Tanger’s whining about how he wasn’t supposed to eat in the change room.

He left the empty plate and the crumpled-up napkin in Sidney’s locker, and when he checked his phone after he got home, Sidney had texted him a picture of the napkin and a few smiley faces.

[huffleypuffy]

Potions

Can u do where Draco is literally obsessed with you and gets very jealous of anything and I mean anything😏 thanks love ur writing so much❤️

Draco Malfoy x reader (any house) imagine

Word Count: 1495

Warnings: none but protective Draco!!!!!

You scanned the shelves filled of books, hoping one would catch your eye. You went to grab a blue spined book with golden letters that read Potions of Past, Present, and Future, potions class always had interested you, but someone else's hand had grabbed it at the same time. You looked to see who it was and you saw Killian O'Flannery, a Y/H just like you, smiling down at you. His grey eyes blended with his light brown hair and pale skin. His white, shiny teeth peaked out of his lips.

"Oh, hello, Killian." You laughed.

"Hello, Y/N. Didn't realize you were a potions fanatic like myself." He smiled taking the book out and handed it to you, "You can have it. Just let me know when you're done, I'd love to read it."

"Thank you." You smiled. "And yes I love potions class, I think it's quite fascinating. Just trying to do some extra reading."

"I've never really met anyone who loves potions, like I do. We should chat some-" He stopped as you felt a hand wrap around your waist. "Hello, Draco." He finished saying.

You turned to see your blonde, beautiful boyfriend glaring at Killian. When Draco noticed you were looking at him he smiled down at you and kissed your cheek making you blush.

"See you around, Killian." Draco said looking back at him.

"See you." He walked by.

"Bye." You smiled.

When Killian was out of sight you turned to face Draco and said, "Jealous much?"

He snickered at your comment and wrapped his arms around your waist again. He pushed you against the shelves making you drop the book.

"Just protective of my girl. I need everyone to know you're mine." He attached his lips onto your neck and began sucking.

It felt like you were put into a trance. His hands roamed on your body as yours dug into his hair. He swirled his tongue on your neck in the same spot making you groan.

"Draco, please." You tried to get him to stop.

He groaned against your neck.

"Draco, we're in the library. Someone will see." You attempted again.

"That's the point, love." He stopped and smiled down at you.

You rolled your eyes at him. He laughed again and kissed your forehead. You shook your head at him. You bent over to pick up your book and you clutched in against your chest.

"Potions? Wonder why you love it so much." He smirked cocking his head to the side.

"Yes, Draco. I happen to like potions, and not just because an incredibly handsome guy is in there. Believe me that has nothing to do with it." You smiled holding back a giggle.

"Are you sure?" He raised an eyebrow. "Because I've noticed you staring at this guy every now and then. But guess what? He stares back too."

You smiled and looked down at your feet. You heard him trying to stifle his laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" You asked giggling back up at him.

"Nothing." He smiled grabbing your hand. "Let's go to the hall, I heard they're putting dinner out early."

You gave him a suspicious expression but went on anyway. You followed Draco and held your book in your other hand. You occasionally glanced up at him to see him proudly walking around with you by his side. He made sure to keep you close so he could show you off. He squeezed your hand every few minutes and smiled down at you. When you arrived at the Great Hall, there weren't that many people there. There were students gathered at every house table, but the whole school was not there. You walked over to Y/H table and sat down placing your book to the side. Draco sat next to you and took some mashed potatoes from in front of him onto his plate.

"Hey Draco!" You heard someone say.

You both looked up to see Nolan Wade, a Slytherin, walking into the hall and stopping at the very end of the table.

"I'll be right back, love." He smiled and kissed your lips quick.

You smiled as he got up and walked away. He went down to talk to Nolan and all of the other Slytherins standing around. You were sitting by yourself now and staring at all of the different foods before. You skimmed through your potions book and spotted an interesting page about Oculus Potion. As you read more you found it restores sight and counteracts the conjunctivitis curse. You looked up and saw a few more students arriving. You noticed Killian O'Flannery walk in and spotted you right away. He smiled at you, so you returned the grin. He started walking to you, leaving his friends to sit at another table.

"Hi, Y/N." He grinned sitting on your right side.

"Hey, Killian. I was just reading a little of the potions book. Found a few interesting things." You showed him the page about the oculus potion.

"Go to page twenty-seven." He slightly smiled.

You quickly flipped to the page and saw Hate Potion written in bold lettering.

"This potion has the ability to make the taker show the worst side of themselves. They easily show their worst traits and all flaws. Horrible habits come out. It is recommended to use at your own risk." You read aloud.

"Kind of odd, isn't it? Fascinating at the same time." He seemed intrigued.

He took the book and flipped a few pages before that. Draught of Peace was written at the top in calming, cursive letters. It read underneath; The Draught of Peace potion is used to calm and sooth the take from all nervous and anxious thoughts. It is commonly used for wizards and witches suffering from anxiety. It is used specifically during panic attacks or in small doses daily to relieve pressure and risk for attacks. You looked up at him in awe.

"These are pretty cool. How do you know so much?" You asked in astonishment.

He let out a small chuckle and said, "Just like it a lot. I've read the book a few times."

You nodded understanding him.

"So why did your marvelous boyfriend leave you all alone this time?" He scoffed looking back at Draco who was now ignoring his conversation and staring at the two of you.

"Um, well, he is allowed to have friends, you know." You were now shocked for a different reason.

"I know but, you know what I mean." He shrugged and smiled.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and heard Draco say, "Funny meeting up with you again, O'Flannery."

"Same to you, Malfoy." Killian rolled his eyes.

You realized Killian wasn't going to move unless Draco made him.

"We were just talking about potions from my book." You smiled up at Draco.

He smiled and kissed your lips a little longer than you intended. When you stopped you saw Killian ignoring you two. Draco smirked seeing his plan of getting rid of Killian was working.

"Yea just potions. Don't need to get all defensive. I was showing her a few of my favorites. Another favorite is on page forty-five." He smiled at you.

You turned to page forty-five and saw Love Potion written with hearts around it. Draco was peeking over your shoulder.

"Love potion?" You said aloud.

Draco grabbed Killian's collar with his hands pulling him to stand up.

"Are you implying something, O'Flannery?" He shouted in his face.

Killian had a smug yet terrified look on his face. He didn't know what to do. You didn't know what to do.

"Are you trying to fucking say something to her? My fucking girlfriend?" He yelled once more. "Slipping her a love potion or something sick like that?" Draco let go of his shirt and Killian stepped back a few steps.

"You're bloody crazy, Malfoy. She's even more insane for liking you." Killian said looking over at you.

His comment hurt you a little but you fought back an urge to react.

"Get out of my face before I hurt you." Draco growled.

Draco was using every muscle to not hurt Killian. Killian looked at you and then at Draco. Neither of you had moved. Killian took your potions book and angrily walked away. You looked around to see the whole hall staring at you. As soon as you turned your head everyone looked away. Draco sat down next to you trying to calm himself down.

"Bloody hate him. Never liked him, you know." He murmured.

"Thank you." You smiled and kissed his cheek.

He smiled at you for the first time in twenty minutes.

"Just promise me you'll never go near him again." He took your hand.

"I promise, but I don't think it'll be a problem. I'm sure he's scared of you now." You giggled.

Draco chuckled and said, "Good. I care about you a lot." He seemed uncomfortable with the mood but it was still cute.

"I care about you too. But I wasn't that worried, you can take him." You giggled changing the mood.

"You're probably right." He laughed.

Draco took a bite of his potatoes and smiled at you once more.

[eachainn]

Part of the AU where Suzaku and Lelouch meet as teenagers (Part I - Part II).

Lelouch strolled down the hall where the prisoners had been gathered, shaking his head at the conditions. He had been in control of Area 11 for a month and things still hadn’t changed. He hadn’t expected things to shift immediately, but the one place that his rule was law without question was still horribly backwards. The people who had been arrested after his victory in the Saitama Ghetto had been treated just like Suzaku.

He sighed, almost glad that he had left Suzaku back in the upper levels. Suzaku had been reluctant to let him go face the terrorists alone, but Lelouch couldn’t imagine them doing anything to him. He wasn’t going to go into the cells, not until he figured out what he was going to do.

He knew what his councils would want him to do, which would be to order a public execution. That would definitely keep the other groups quiet, but it would also make them angry and careful. Those were two things that they couldn’t afford, not while the Area was still shaken from the death of Clovis. His half-brother had been a popular and well known prince, but he was an untried prince, one that had done nothing that anyone would have heard about. Anything that he had worked on probably had Schneizel’s name attached up front.

Lelouch crossed his arms, staring into the cells. There weren’t too many people, no more than nine, which was small for a terrorist group. He didn’t have any real numbers on either the Japanese Liberation Front or the Blood of the Samurai faction, but he knew that they were larger. Lelouch eyed the nine people before shaking his head. He was sure that they didn’t know enough about the other groups to be worth the interrogation, but they still had knowledge that would be useful. If his military advisors were right, they were the group that had fought in Shinjuku before slipping away.

He eyed the red headed girl, watching as she glared back at him. He expected the anger from them considering Clovis’ policy of careful cajoling followed by executions. Then again, Clovis didn’t quite grasp the finer details of ruling anything. He had made enough martyrs to spur on the nation for a long while. Lelouch wasn’t about to add more to the mix.

The girl kept up her glare, although her gaze dropped back to his side. She laughed, the sound strangely muffled by the front of the cell. “Where’s your pet?”

“Suzaku?” Lelouch raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by the assumption. “He’s got other business to attend to.”

“Slaughtering more people?”

“Of course not.” Lelouch recoiled slightly before he could stop himself. He shook his head, trying to recover himself. “I’m not my brother.”

“Funny. You act like him.”

“Really? Because I’m the one who caught all of you. Clovis didn’t manage that.” Lelouch started to pace in front of them trying to watch all of them to see how they reacted. “And none of you are dead, nor are the ghetto’s inhabitants.”

“Do you want an award for being a decent person?”

Lelouch shook his head, amused by the way that the redhead kept pushing. No one had dared as much so far, not even Suzaku. The most Suzaku did was dance around the subject and look like he expected to be sent back down to the dungeons for anything that he dared to say. Lelouch was sure that he would never do that, not when there were thousands of other people in his government that he wanted to send away far more than Suzaku.

He paused in his pacing, glancing up at the security cameras. He was sure that his councilors and military advisers were watching the feed, waiting to report every failure to his father. He was equally as sure that his father didn’t care about what he was doing in Area 11, just as long as the Area calmed down and ceased to interrupt the sakuradite trade. Other than that, he had free rein to do what he wanted.

And what he wanted to do was radical, and would probably mean wading through meetings and paperwork for the next few weeks, but he was sure that it would be worth it.

From what he could see, there was a single path that he could take. As it stood, there were Britannian puppets in place where there should have been Japanese. Lelouch doubted that his government would allow former terrorists onto his council, but he was sure that the group would know where to find people with the experience who weren’t beholden to the Britannians or trying to earn money from the subjugation of the Japanese. If they couldn’t help him there, then there were plenty of other ways he could use the resistance groups to his advantage.

He studied the girl for a moment longer before he decided that it was worth the gamble. “What do you know about Refrain?”

“That you’re killing us with it.”

Lelouch didn’t rise to the bait. He just nodded, looking over all nine of them. All of them finally looked interested, which was what he was waiting for.

He tipped his head towards them as he started pacing again. “Technically, Britannia is against the selling of any drugs to the Numbers,” he winced at the term, “but they don’t do anything to stop it. It’s a lucrative business to be sure, but one that I want nothing to do with it considering what it has done for my options. I want to go after it, but I can’t. I suspect that far too many of my councilors are in on the trade, so I can’t use any of the information I have gathered.”

“No Britannian will go after Refrain.”

“No, but I get the feeling you will.”

The redhead stared at him for a moment before laughing. “You’d let us out to cripple your government.”

“I’d let you out to boost your own. I’m not here to make money for myself. I’m here to keep this country running.”

“For the empire, you mean.”

“Fuck the empire.” Lelouch grinned at the shocked look on her face. “I’ve spent the past three years trying to use the empire but nothing has come of it. What I’m doing here is throwing my success back in my father’s face. Maybe when I’m done he’ll move me somewhere else and I’ll do the same again. The empire will lose revenue and the Areas will be put back into the hands of their people.”

“That’s not freedom.”

“It’s a holding solution and it’s the best I can offer at the moment. I’m the eleventh prince, I’m not close to the throne.”

The girl was silent for a moment, then she turned her head to speak to the other women in the cell. Lelouch didn’t know enough Japanese to pick out what she was saying, and he cursed himself for that oversight. When he found the time he would have to ask Suzaku to help him, because he hated not being able to carry out conversations without a translator or strictly in English. Besides, it would give him more time with the man.

He shook himself out of his thoughts as the girl looked back at him, Lelouch encouraged by the smile that he saw on her face. The girl nodded. “If it gets us out of here…”

“Without reprisals. You’ll disappear from the system just as long as you don’t attack any soldiers. You’ll be working on Refrain only. As such you can act on your own but I will provide information. I can’t promise that you’ll be official, but you’ll have protection.”

“And what about the others?”

“I haven’t thought of a use for them, but when I do you’ll hear about it.” Lelouch turned on his heel before pausing. “You’ll be let out late tonight. I can’t push anything faster than that. And, if you run into any of the other groups spread the word that this isn’t going to be a war between us, but a cooperation. That will probably be better than going out and arresting all of them.”

He didn’t wait for the girl’s response, it wouldn’t matter too much. He had his sword to aim at the Refrain trade and he had bought himself more time. The group wouldn’t be entirely loyal to him, but at least it was better than anything that the Britannians could give him.

Lelouch held his hands behind his back, smoothing his face into a neutral expression. His council would demand to know what he had talked to them about, which would mean long hours spent arguing with them. For once, he almost looked forward to it. It was about time they realized that he wasn’t going to be pushed around. He had plans for Area 11, and he couldn’t wait to see his father’s reaction when the emperor realized what he had done.

[tessatechaitea]

Team Titans #10

Face/Off is one of only two movies I've fallen asleep to in public. It made it super confusing after I woke up.

The reason I had fallen asleep during Face/Off is that I had been drinking previously. The other movie I fell asleep during was The Last of the Mohicans. I fell asleep during that because I had spent the night previously trying to sleep in some ivy outside a lawyer's office in the rain in Sacramento, California. It did not involve drinking. Why does the movie Face/Off have that slash in it? It wasn't about computer programming, was it? I only know it has the slash because I just looked it up to see what year it came out. IMDB credits Travolta as playing "Sean Archer / Castor Troy" and Cage as playing "Castor Troy / Sean Archer". Do you think the actors thought of this movie as testing the limits of their acting ability? Or did the producers pick Cage and Travolta because they act exactly the same way and realized this character switch wouldn't cause either of them any problems? By the way, Battalion is still a terrible character. I wonder why DC Comics didn't bring back Twat Battalion in The New 52?

Wrong.

Nightrider makes friends with a bunch of vampires who want to turn their food into more vampires. That seems like a bad way to avoid extinction. It also sounds weird. I've never eaten a ham and then thought, "I wish this ham could fuck me." I mean, sure, I could fuck the ham but that's normal behavior. Who would want the ham to become sentient so that it can seduce me? Perverts, that's who! Back at Donna's, the rapist has been raped and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel. I mean, rape is bad, right? But The Bible is pretty much pro eye for an eye, rape for a rape. No wait. It's actually more lenient with rape than taking somebody's teeth or eyes. The Bible is eye for an eye, a rape for a marriage and compensation to keep everybody other than the victim from being harmed and disgraced by the foul deed of the rapist. I don't think I should say that that sounds reasonable but it is The Bible. I've heard that it's the rule book for living! And that must be true because I've never taken its advice and my life is a mess!

Charlie reacts to Mirage being raped as if somebody had scratched his Ferrari.

That's a feminist joke about how men only care about sexual abuse when it's centered at women they've objectified with their man-feelings and not a joke about how rape is equal to scratching the paint on a car. So stop being angry at me and realize I've made a valid point. Also maybe go watch Boxing Helena. Also maybe it's not so much a joke as a scathing bit of social commentary! Maybe all of my commentary is scathing bits of social commentary since it rarely makes people laugh. I should stop thinking of this as a comedy blog and thinking of it as a serious blog attempting to cure the ills of society! That would certainly make me feel better when I get anonymous comments telling me I'm not funny. I can just reply, "I wasn't trying to be funny! This is serious shit!" On a side note, how big do you think Deathwing's penis is if it may have caused internal damages? I know they mentioned he was ruthless and brutal in his sexual attack of Mirage but can a guy with a three inch penis cause internal damages just because he's being brutal? Remember when considering this question that this is a serious blog now! Meanwhile Judge and Jury take a field trip to New York to meet the mysterious person behind The Darkening!

Here's some advice, Judge and Jury: to disguise yourself, you can just take off your costume instead of putting another costume on top of your Team Titans costume.

For those who don't know Judge and Jury, they're a nihilistic Titans team from the future and not a vaudeville act. If you've been reading this series and you've seen Mirage rape Dick and Evil Raven rape Councilwoman Alderman and Deathwing rape Mirage and you've found yourself thinking, "I haven't gotten enough rape yet," well good news! Evil Raven rapes each of the members of Judge and Jury one by one while the others watch and Deathwing jerks off! It might not be physical rape but it's hard to tell since it all takes place cloaked in her olive green robe. It might just be psychological rape. But, if we're being serious (and we totally are now!), there isn't a lot of difference between physical rape and psychological rape. Some people might want to argue that one is worse than the other but those people are probably victims of one or the other and want to feel like a bigger martyr. Did that sound insensitive to an imaginary group making an imaginary argument that I just made up? Well, so be it! I stand by my imagination! So the Team Titans came back to Donna's place to get help to fight the vampires but they're momentarily distracted by the rape of Mirage. After being compassionate and making sure to tell her multiple times that it wasn't her fault, they remember that Battalion might be dead. They raid Battalion's stash of weapons and head back to New York.

Count me in!

Kole arrives from wherever Kole has been (the storage room for boring comic book characters?) to free Battalion just as the other Team Titans arrive. They wade in slaughtering the vampires. I think that's okay because vampires are monsters. Or maybe because they're already technically dead? Or maybe because it's easier than figuring out how to jail them after the battle is over? Anyway, it probably doesn't matter because the master vampire will almost certainly get away to haunt the Team Titans in fourteen months or so. I suppose there are still some readers who, after reading the scene where Evil Raven rapes every member of Judge and Jury, are still thinking, "I don't know. This rapey comic book just doesn't have enough rape in it. Is it really worth the $1.75 cover price?" Well have I got a surprise for you!

Free bonus rape content!

As I guessed, the lead vampire gets away while Kole murders the rest of them by using her crystals to bend the sun's rays into pre-dawn New York City. Then she disappears leaving the Team Titans free to go find some of that sweet dick they were leaving for dessert. Team Titans #10 Rating: I think part of the point of this comic book was to present a message that rape victims shouldn't blame themselves for being raped. Try to pretend, for just a second, that you have no knowledge of our current civilization. Now think you've just heard somebody say, "It's not your fault for being raped." How fucked up would you think that entire civilization was when that was a message that had to be reiterated time and time again? You would think, "No shit it's not the victim's fault! Why would you even need to say that?" And yet here we are living in a society where a guy writes a comic book that uses rape in so many plot points writing an issue reminding victims that rape isn't their fault! You would be floored to find out how much energy goes into convincing victims that it wasn't there fault. But then you'd see how people react to women telling their stories and you'd be all, "Oh shit. Okay. I see what's going on here. Holy fuck." Then you would get vocal and start telling people to believe the claims of victims! But then somebody would start shouting at you that people are innocent until proven guilty! And you'd be all, "Okay, granted, that's a thing but why are you instantly dismissing this person's claims?!" And then the person would be all, "Some people lie, you know!" And then you'd be all, "Yes, but the statistics don't match up anywhere near your argument! And besides, isn't that what the whole proving people innocent thing is you mentioned earlier?" And then they'd be all, "He said, she said!" And you'd be all, "Well, yeah, but she said he committed a major crime and he said he didn't do it. You know who else says they didn't do it? Everybody all the time!" And then they'd be all, "Yeah! Exactly! Like people who didn't do it!" And by then you'd be so tired of arguing that you'd just go to the victim and be all, "You know what? This isn't your fault."

[kittenwritesstuff]

Chicks dig that

Gif’s not mine!

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Wade Wilson x reader Genres: angst, attempted rape, more angst, bad language, mild fluff Words: 2.760 Summary: Reader is attacked in an alley; Wade shows up and saves her, but says a rude comment, which makes reader mad. He tries to apologize, but to no avail, until he comes without his suit. Reader invites his for a beer and they talk, in the end finding a friend in one another - requested by @directorpercivalgraves 

A grip on a strand of your bag tightens as you round the corner and walk into a narrow dark alley. You hate that part of your work-home journey but it’s the fastest one and you don’t feel like adding ten minutes of walking to avoid it.

It always makes you uneasy and anxious. Not once have you been attacked but nevertheless, a young woman going through a dark alley is a tempting target for whatever perverts are there. And you know there are few; this morning you’ve read an article about a robber who works in your area and you hope you won’t bump into him this evening.

You have a simple wish – get home without any complications. Simple and achievable, right?

Well, not exactly. It seems that you ran out of your luck and said robber decided to wait in that particular alley. You curse under your nose, your sweaty palm sliding in the pocket of your jacket to hold a pepper gas.

“Uh-uh, don’t play with me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and give me your bag and I’ll consider letting you go,” a man, clad in black clothes with a hoodie pushed onto his face and a balaclava to cover it, steps in front of you, seemingly from nowhere. As if he just appeared out of thin air.

“I don’t have any money,” you gulp and say, wishing that your voice sounded unshaken and stronger. It resembles more of a frightened whimper and you hate yourself for that.

An adrenaline courses into your blood and through your veins; you can hear your heart pounding in your ears, your body tenses.

The robber eyes your figure and clicks his tongue.

“Now, I’ll be the judge of that. Your bag, darlin’,” he reaches out his hand, nonchalantly pushing unzipped front of his leather jacket aside to give you a peek of a pistol tugged onto his belt.

Fuck.

You ponder your options. One – you can be a good girl and give him your bag but there’s your salary inside it and you won’t have a penny afterwards. Two – you don’t give your bag, get shot, he’ll take it himself and you’ll lose your money and possibly your life.

You’re screwed regardless the decision you’ll make.

The man takes a step towards you, impatient and angry with your stalling.

“Give me that damn bag, you bitch!”

“Well, fuck you!” you say back without thinking about it and the robber growls, offended and jumps to you, pushing you onto the brick wall.

Your back hit it and you feel dizzy for a moment. Then, the man is on you, gripping at your throat as he snatches the bag with a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

“Uh, no, fuck you, darlin’. Whatcha sayin’, huh? Nothin’? Though so,” he lets out an ugly laugh and your blood freezes. You’ve angered him, what if he decides to harm you apart from taking your bag?

“You took me for a fool, didn’t you?” he continues as he places your bag on the ground between his legs, his free hand now moving over your torso. You feel sick, you’d vomit if he didn’t hold you by your neck.

“Motherfucker!” suddenly, a voice calls and the attacker jerks his head in its direction. Your vision is blurry, you can’t quite make out the voice owner’s figure, you only see that he’s wearing a red suit, covering even his face.

“Who the hell are you?” your attacker spats and the red-clothed guy laughs loudly, surprising you.

“I’m your undoing, you piece of shit. Now, get your hands off that lady or I’m gonna cut off your dick.”

“Nah, I don’t think so, man. Maybe you wanna join? I’m sure that darling here doesn’t mind whether she’s fucked-“

He doesn’t get to finish as the guy in a red suit punches him in the head, successfully sending him onto the ground. Your attacker growls and spits, but red-clad guy doesn’t stop there.

He notices a gun under robber’s belt and jumps onto him, pinning him to the ground. The robber fidgets, trying to free himself from the grip but to no avail.

And you, you watch it with wide opened eyes, from your knees, which you collapsed onto as you were finally freed from attacker’s grasp. You hold onto your throat, inhaling deeply as you try to even out your breathing and calm yourself. Your lungs are on fire. Your whole body screams for you to run but you can’t move.

A sound of a gun rings through the air and you gasp seeing that your robber has just been shot. The red-suited dude lets out a disappointed whine.

“I really wanted to cut off his dick, but that fucker wouldn’t let me. Not very nice. You okay?”

“No.”

“Want me to help you?”

“Don’t touch me!” you exclaim, jumping onto your feet when he approaches you. You take few steps back, wanting to be as far away from what has just happened as you can.

“Oh, so you don’t like it rough after all?” he asks in an overly cheerful tone and, before you can think twice, you slap him and run away.

Dammit, how did everything go to shit so fast?

_____

“I don’t get it, Weasel, I’m being a sweetheart and she always shuts the door in my face,” Wade complains as he downs another shot of tequila. His friend puckers his lips and then nods.

“I don’t think that flowers or stuffed bear can make her feel better. She was almost raped.”

“I know, but I saved her!”

“Wade, what did you say before she ran away?”

“That she might have enjoyed being treated like a naughty girl…?”

“Boom!” Weasel pats the bar with an all-knowing look. “Girl gets robbed, then almost raped and you suggest she likes it. Of course, she would welcome you with open arms!”

“But I don’t even get a chance to apologize!”

“Can you blame her?!”

“No, but how can I say sorry when she slams the door every time I open my mouth?”

“Do you wear your suit when you go to her?”

“Yeah, but what does it have to do with anything?”

“You’re so fucking dumb,” Weasel shakes his head as Wade knits his brows, visibly struggling to understand.

“You were in your suit when she was attacked. She associates you in your suit with that rather traumatic experience in the alley. I’m gonna pass over what you told her and the fact that you must’ve followed her considering that you know where she lives-“

“I did not! She left her bag there and I read the address on her ID.”

“Did you at least return the bag?”

“Yeah, the same night. I left it on the doormat.”

“At least there’s that…”

“But she doesn’t want candy or teddy bear. Why, Weasel, why?”

“’Cause you’re a fucking pervert in a red suit who shot that robber in front of her.”

Wade clenches his chest and looks at his friend with a mock-offended expression.

“I am not a pervert!”

“Then go to her without your suit.”

“But I’m ugly, didn’t you notice?”

“But you won’t be in your suit. You’ll be a different guy. Kinda.”

“I never tell you this, but you are a genius, Weasel,” Wade leans over the bar and plants a wet kiss on his friend’s cheek, making Weasel’s face twist with disgust.

“Get the fuck out, Wade.”

“On my way!”

_______

You clutch a pillow to your chest as you look at the screen. You turned on a comedy to cheer yourself up but it was utterly boring and very not funny.

Frowning, you press pause and get out of your bed. You haven’t left your flat in four days, since the evening you were attacked. You called your boss and told him you’re down with a nasty flue and given that you were crying before the call, she believed you. So, you were given a week off, fortunately.

You are now going to walk a longer distance to your job, but at least you’ll avoid that damn alley. And probably the guy in red suit, but that’s not for certain.

He knows where you live. He’s been here every day, and you’re pretty sure he was the one who brought you your bag. That was sweet of him, but coming to your place day after day, with a bouquet or a teddy bear is uncalled for. You don’t want it. You want to forget and move on, but he doesn’t seem to understand, apparently convinced that he should stalk you and torment you with presence.

You start to feel like an animal, cornered and unable to escape.

You go to the kitchen, about to make yourself a chamomile tea. Maybe it will help you settle down and you’ll be able to fall asleep easily.

You put a kettle on, start the electric cooker and take out your favorite mug from the drawer. And that’s when you hear a knocking.

Instantly, your mind turns on ‘escape!’ mode and your heart skyrockets. Gripping the mug tightly, you quietly and slowly come to the door and look through a peep-hole. There’s a tall man with a cap on his head standing but you can’t see his face.

With a trembling hand you unlock your door and open it slightly.

“Hi, I’m Wade. I was here yesterday and the day before, and before. This is how I look without the suit, ta-daaa!” he outstretches his arms widely and straightens his back, grinning at you.

That’s when you notice that his face is one huge scar. Your mouth falls agape as you stare at him, not believing your own eyes.

“Liked me better with the suit on, huh? I know, I’m a walking nightmare,” he jokes, shrugging and you blink then shake your head, laughing weakly.

“N-no, it’s okay.”

He gives you a tight smile and you bite on your lower lip, not knowing how to react now. You didn’t even imagine that he looked like that under the suit. Damn, you didn’t even give a second thought about how he might look without the suit, given that you always saw him suited up.

And if you knew… you wouldn’t be so mean. You wouldn’t just shut the door in his face, you would give him a chance to at least apologize. Regret settles in your stomach, making you slightly nauseous.

“Wade-“

“Please, don’t be mad at me for coming here. I just wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have said what I said, because I’m a stupid son of a bitch, who doesn’t know when to shut his face. Will you forgive me, Y/N?”

You nod and a small smile appears on your face.

“Yes, I will. Would you come inside and have some tea with me?”

“No, it would be difficult for you to sleep after my visit.”

“I insist. Come in,” you usher, opening the door wider and sliding aside to let Wade inside. He hesitates for a moment and you reach out and tug on the sleeve of his hoodie, dragging him inside.

Curiously, he gazes around, taking off his cap.

“It’s a nice flat. I like it.”

“Thanks,” you say with a snort as you walk to the kitchen, where the kettle whistles loudly, announcing that water is boiled.

“Or maybe you want a beer? I should have a bottle or two.”

“Only if you drink one, too. I hate drinking on my own. Makes me feel like I’m an alcoholic or something.”

“You’re funny,” you state as you stop giggling and Wade lowers his head, looking at from under his lashes, pretending to be shy.

“Oh, stop it, you…”

“Here,” you hand him a bottle of cold beer after you opened it, taking one for you, as well. You lean against the counter and take a sip, watching as Wade takes one, too.

“I, uhm. I feel that I should thank you. For saving me in that alley. It would end up much worse if you didn’t show up.”

“Naaah, don’t mention it,” he waves his hand and sits by the small kitchen table. After a moment of thinking, you sit opposite him.

“So, you’re a hero of sorts? Running around, saving damsels in distress?”

“I’m no hero, Y/N. A hero would spare the life and give the bad guy to police’s hands. I don’t do that.”

“Why?”

“’Cause there may be a chance, a very fucking tiny chance that they might get away with it.”

“So you serve justice immediately.”

“Glad that you understand.”

“How did this,” you wave your hand over Wade’s face, “happen?”

“Why do I look like that?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s a long story,” he pants and grimaces.

“We have time, Wade.”

“You sure you want to hear it?”

“Yes,” you assure, nodding your head and Wade takes a breath.

“So, I was working as a mercenary before I became… like this. I met a girl, fell in love, but then just as everything was fucking well and I thought I was happy, I found out that I had a cancer. One evening, a weird dude came to a pub I was in and told me he knew that super effective way to get rid of my disease.”

“You believed him?”

“Well, not really. Not at first. But as Vanessa, my girl that is, was finding more and more ways to beat that motherfucker inside me, I went to him. I met a guy, Francis was his name but he wanted to be called Ajax.”

“Like that-“

“dishwashing liquid, yeah. Damn, that British bag of dicks promised to cure me, but he made me look like Freddy Krueger.”

“But you don’t have a cancer anymore?”

“No, Francis gave me a wonderful serum that triggered a mutation and now I am immortal. But, unfortunately, I am ugly as fuck.”

“Hence the suit.”

“Hence the suit, precisely.”

“What happened to Vanessa?”

“Francis kidnapped her, but I managed to save her and kill him. Though, she was pissed off! Fuck, I thought she’d kill me there! I apologized and she forgave me, but she said she couldn’t be with someone who fooled her for two years. I left when she was sleeping, didn’t tell her where I was going and she thought I was dead. I get it, though. I hurt her, it’s okay if she’s angry.”

“Wow. That was…” you blink and take a sip of your beer, trying to come up with a decent answer. The thing is, how can you reply to such a story?

“You don’t have to say anything. I just… well, it’s good someone’s listening.”

“You don’t have anyone to talk to?”

“I have. Blind Al will always listen to me, and since she’s blind she doesn’t flinch when he looks at me. Weasel is my best buddy, but I don’t want to burden him too much. You know, he can handle a lot, but how long can you listen to somebody’s beefing on their miserable life.”

“I can listen, Wade. In a weird way, we’re bonded, so I’m gonna be here for you, if you want me to.”

“Ohhh, you’re so sweet, Y/N! And you, if you ever want to kill anyone, I’ll gladly do it for you.”

“Thank you,” you say with a laugh and Wade grins gleefully, raising his bottle and cocking an eyebrow at you.

You promptly do the same and Wade clicks his bottle against yours, puffing out his chest.

“To the weird friendship!”

“To the weird friendship,” you repeat after him and gulp down your beer, smiling at Wade when you put the now empty bottle on the table.

“Damn, you have a deep throat!”

“Wade!” you playfully scold him, slapping his bald head and he catches your palm, holding it in both his hands.

“Forgive me, my dearest. I’m a vulgar dickhead, who’s just grateful that I met you.”

“Jesus, you’re unbelievable…” you mutter as he releases your hand, winking at you. Then, you propose a trip to the store to get more beer and some snack and Wade happily agrees. You’re surprised when you notice that it’s already late at night – you didn’t feel that so long passed as Wade and you talked.

But you’re happy that he came over tonight. You feel better having him at your side and the friendship the two of you formed is something you call a win. And, as the voice deep inside your head whispers timidly, it may blossom into something more.      

[randomfandomimagine]

Attraction (Marvel Imagine)

Character: Tony Stark. Wade Wilson, kinda.

Fandom: Marvel (Avengers/Deadpool/Spiderman)

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Crossover, Sister!Reader, Parker!Reader

Title: Attraction

Requested by anon:

a deadpool, Avengers, Spidey (garflield) crossover? u being peters sister n being in love with tony in which Peter doesn’t approve n Deadpool being in love with youan Peters reaction being “You can’t attract the normal guys?!” so eventually he lets you date Tony but he’s not happy about the pda “I guess it’s better than dating the guy who goes around killing everyone for no reason other than personal gain but I swear if you hurt her tony you’ll deal w me” w deadpool annoying tony about u.

A/N: It’s the first time ever that I’m writing for both Deadpool and the Avengers. And actually the first imagine about Spiderman as well, so bear with me. I hope you all like this nonetheless :)

WARNING: Strong language! Mainly coming just from Deadpool.

“Y/N?” My brother Pete opened the door to my room and stuck his head at it, staring at me.

“Yeah?”

“Why… why is Tony Stark waiting for you in our living room?” He bit his lip restlessly.

“To-“ I opened my eyes wide, my heart skipping a beat at the mention of that name. “Tony Stark?”

I was crazy for him. I met Tony a while ago in a convention. We ended up chatting for a while, and since I was always so blunt and hoenst I ended up telling him I had a crush on him for such a long time. He smirked and mumbled a sassy comment that made me both blush and grin.

Ever since that day, I never heard anything from Tony. I would send him letters and he rarely replied to them. Until one day he started to write me himself.

But I thought it meant that he saw me as a fan and nothing else. It was all friendly and pretty much platonic, but when Peter said those words…

He wasn’t there to see Peter Parker aka Spiderman. No, he was there to see Y/N Parker. His fan who had a gigantic crush on him.

Finally reacting after several seconds of shock, I threw the comic book I was reading away and jumped from the bed.

“Where is he?” I absently asked my brother as I looked in the mirror and fixed my appearance a bit, nervous yet delighted.

“I told you, he’s in the living room” He quickly replied, shaking his head next. “Will you just answer my question?”

I glanced at him and laughed nervously, foreseeing his reaction. He would get all protective, saying he didn’t really agree with it all. Even if Peter was usually a sweetheart and I knew he wouldn’t be too annoying about it. But he’d still be pretty protective of me for sure.

I blankly stared at him for a few more seconds until I gave in and explained it to him.

“You know I’m a big fan of his, right?” I began saying, figuring it was the best way to start. He nodded, like it was obvious, and so I continued. “Well, I sent him a letter and he replied”

“Have you two been sending each other letters?” Peter was bewildered when he realized that such thing was happening, especially without him knowing.

“But I didn’t think he was interested!” I defended myself, shrugging casually.

“Well, he obviously his!” Pete just sighed and opened the door for me, but I knew that deep down he felt so tense and agitated.

I tidied myself up as I exited my room and walked into the living room to meet with Tony. My insides squirmed because of the nerves.

“Y/N” He didn’t really pay much attention to me at first, he was too busy fixing his shirt and offering a hand for me. “Lovely house”

I smiled and walked up to him, placing my hand over his. To my surprise, he kissed it charmingly and looked up to me at last.

When he did I saw his eyes grew bigger with surprise, and he took a step back to take a better look at me. He never let go of my hand.

“Wow, you’re different from what I remember” He then walked closer to me and observed me curiously. “Even prettier. Yeah, much prettier”

I blushed and smiled bashfully, reciprocating the flirtatious glare he sent me.

“Um…” Pete interrupted us, and when I glanced at him I noticed he was clearly uncomfortable. “Can you stop that?”

“What?” Tony innocently asked.”Stop what, Peter?”

“The flirting” My brother explained quickly. “That’s my sister”

“Don’t be so prudish” I rolled my eyes and chuckled, amused by the look of concern on Peter’s face. “It’s just flirting”

“I still don’t like it” He defended himself, observing me sternly.

“Why?”

“Because it’s Tony Stark”

“What is that supposed to mean, kid?”

“I don’t know, it’s just that… No offense, Mr. Stark” My brother shrugged bashfully. “But I feel like you’re not meant for my sister”

“Spidey!” A voice sang as the door slammed open.

My brother jolted up in surprise, but I was too amused to get startled.

I just realized that everyone in that room apparently knew about his secret identity, even that stranger dressed in a red and black suit, and I just thought it was pretty much hilarious.

“Wade…” Peter acknowledged his presence, but the man stood still in awe.

“Holy fucking shit, Pete!!” The guy called Wade mumbled, staring at me as well.

I felt like all eyes were on me. In fact, when I glanced at Tony and my brother I realized I was not mistaken at all.

The man in a red suit, however, did not take his eyes off me even when the others did. I could almost see his dazzled expression hidden behind the mask.

“I would choose you over chimichangas any day of the week, babe”

“Um… thanks?” I chuckled because the situation was a bit absurd and definitely amusing. “And you are?”

“Deadpool, pleasure to meet you” He grabbed my hand –the one that Tony was holding- and shook it vigorously. “But you can call me Wade”

“I’m Y/N” I introduced myself while he kept on shaking my hand. “Y/N Parker”

Deadpool gasped in outrage and dramatically whipped his head to glance at my brother.

“You have a hot sister and you didn’t tell me?! Bro!”

“I thought you liked… me?” Peter was confused, and by his words we all were.

Tony’s face was especially hilarious, it was surprised and priceless.

“Yeah, well… I do… I did… That was until I saw Y/N!” Wade laughed a little. “If she’s anything like you, I think I’m gonna fall in love right away”

“What are you doing here, Wade?” Peter asked him, looking mildly annoyed.

I glanced at Tony, who was looking at me as well. We smiled at each other, both flirting and because of the funny situation.

“And why are you wearing that suit?”

“I had some business to tend to close by and I figured I’d pay my favorite web shooter a visit” However, Wade glanced back at me. “While I’m here I can hang out”

I grinned even if Tony was the one I was interested in.

“Excuse me, red guy” The aforesaid interrupted him, tapping him in the shoulder. “The lady is with me”

“I’ll have to hear that directly from her” Wade exclaimed, pointing a finger at him and then at me.

“I’m with him” I made a face since I didn’t really want to upset him, I quite liked him. “Sorry, Wade”

“I’ll have to hear it from her brother!” He casually corrected himself.

“I mean…” Peter couldn’t really confirm it as didn’t exactly agree with it.

Seeing his reluctance, Deadpool mocked Tony with a loud guffaw of laughter.

I rolled my eyes at how they were overreacting. It wasn’t like Tony and I were gonna get married or anything, we were just flirting a little!

“She is” Tony insisted, nodding as he wrinkled his nose mockingly.

“Fucking fight me, Stark!”

“Language” Tony smirked, and I knew he was lovingly mocking a friend of his. “There’s kids here”

Wade whispered something on Tony’s hear that made him roll his eyes. Probably something even stronger.

“Why can’t you attract the normal guys?” Peter asked in resignation and frustration.

“They’re not that bad!” I told him as I motioned over to them.

Even though they were arguing like five year old kids and weren’t paying attention to me and Pete.

“Which one of them? The child or the bigger child?” Peter looked from one to the other.

“Wait, this is important” Wade interrupted him, making a dramatic pause as he forgot about his silly argument with Tony. “Which one is which?”

I rolled my eyes even though I ended up laughing in spite of myself at his goofiness. Peter just motioned over to them, expressing that his argument was more than valid.

“Let her speak her mind then” Tony winked at me, which made me scream in the excitement on the inside and like him even more.

I glanced over to my brother, who nodded in compliance.

“Wade is pretty cool” I began to say, dedicating him a sweet smile. “But I like Tony”

The man smirked with pride and placed a hand over my shoulders. I gladly allowed him to.

“I guess it’s better than dating the guy who goes around killing everyone for no reason other than personal gain” Peter sighed tiredly.

“Hey!” Deadpool complained, softly shoving him. “Revenge is a reason! And so is money!”

“Don’t listen to him, Wade” I had just met him, but I really liked the guy, so I wanted to be nice with him. “You’re badass”

“That’s right, babe” He opened his arms wide. “Can I at least get a hug?”

“Sure” I granted him his wish and hugged him.

He was, surprisingly, a tender hugger. It was a strong embrace and a very close one yet very gentle.

“I’ll get going now, from time to time I know when to quit” I couldn’t tell with the mask, but I could have sworn Wade winked. “But you take care of her, Stark, or I’ll try and steal her from you”

“I will, buddy”

Wade said goodbye with a military salute by resting the side of his hand against his forehead and then waving it away. Then he left the house, leaving the three of us there again.

“Do we have your permission to date then?” Tony piped up, asking Peter.

I couldn’t really tell if he was being serious or not. But I wanted to believe that there was a respectful request for permission hidden in there.

“I guess…”

To celebrate, Tony and I glanced at each other and went in for a brief peck.

“But none of that, please!” Disgusted and embarrassed, Pete looked away from us.

“We should probably see each other some other time, Y/N” The other held me around the waist and gentle squeezed it before moving away from me.

“Yeah” I reckoned it would be better if my brother wasn’t present due to public displays of affection.

“I swear if you hurt her, Tony, you’ll deal with me” It wasn’t the best menace coming from such a nerdy and kind guy.

But I knew that Peter loved me and would anything to protect me. So I gave my brother a kiss in the cheek when we were left alone.

[iwishnomore]

there are mostly civilians in the camp people and kids that wouldnt be able to defend themselves well so V gets put there with a handful people to keep an eye out for them and

the camp gets in trouble with some other grp that take their supplies away before they can pick them up

so these people seem to have their base close to that camp and V being V wants to investigate and see if these guys are just talking big or if they really can take the camp out like they say if the camp doesnt pay to get THEIR OWN STUFF back sneaking her way to those people its not only clear that these guys are full of shit- but they also have beef with each other in their own little gangster grp

she witnesses how they basically ruin themselves drinking, fighting and taking their compadres out so problem solved itself u may think as V suprise hits the last guy standing who is just happy he has a lot of shit to live off of

so while she checks how much of the supplies these greasy guys had their hands on already she gets surprised by a RANDOM LOL patrol of aliens (what kawa u drunk go home)

seems those guys had their stuff a little too close to a checkpoint and the noise they made when they killed each other resulted in alien troops coming to check what the shit is going on

So far, V’s day is a rollercoaster of ups and downs she gets wounded on her leg but manages to take out 2 out of 3 aliens

hunter shows up and oh boi does she like him but also she does not trust him bc the last time he just dissappeared after she helped him and he helped her and now she thinks that he might just go ahead and kill her rollercoaster down so to speak he shoots the last alien saying something along the lines of ‘this one I am taking care of myself~’ meaning her, obv and she thinks its her last seconds lol so while she scrambles backwards and he casually walks towards her ANOTHER PERSON SHOWS UP

so in case u cant already tell from my rambling: ASSASSIN shows up- turns out hunter has ignored the elders call and she came to check up on her annoying brother lol he reacts quickly, making sure she doesnt notice V V IS HELLA CONFUSED BUT WHY NOT while they 'talk things out’ (rather get onto each others throat pretty much immediately) she takes her leave slowly and bleeding bc of that darn wound on her leg she tries to stop the bleeding and cover her tracks

not trusting her own ability and fearing that she might get followed anyways once her absence at the scene is noticed she avoids going straight to the camp doing all the indiana jones things she even wades thru a friggin river ….that rollercoaster keeps spiraling down eh?

tired, scared, bleeding and now also soaking wet and without her jacket bc thats what she used to get rid of the blood that might drip from her leg, pants,shoes whatevs and the supplies still are theoretically lost meh so she ends up exhausted somewhere in the woods like at this point V doesnt even care? she’s gonna do something …right after she rested her eyes for a minute mind u u.u bad idea

no amount of wading thru water and trying not to bleed everywhere helped and who shows up with the most satisfied shit eating grin under the sun? aye u might have guessed it hunter wastes no time telling her all the things she did wrong while funnily enough he also without explanation or anything he just inspects her wound and does some funny psi stuff this rollercoaster is confusing V is angry, she is pissed at herself and him of course- scolding her and gloating abt how she messed up but she is also confused af werent they done with helping? shoudltn he be just …skinning her alive or some shit since thats what they say he did to some people or maybe roast her

on a kebab stick but there he is

numbing the pain in her leg somehow and deciding that she needs to get somewhere else if she had more energy she might have tried to resist

but as things are nothing stops him when he picks her up (not elegantly in the least i might mention) and starts off to who knows where

so however much time passes V has no idea but it feels like not more than 5 minutes have gone by….then again…who knows…she might have fallen unconscious somewhere along the way

she gets plopped down and its soft wherever this is it looks better than anything she knows

she is so dumbfounded by her surroundings she doesnt even talk back at first when he tells her to get out of the wet clothes

she’s in the middle of stripping down all the while still oggling the room with the sleek surfaces and the outrageously comfy looking bed…how dare they…whoever owns this place should get beaten with a stick

so before her undies fall she snaps out of her thoughts and wants to yell at him Buuuut he is nowhere to be sen seen* ok so off with the undies

V wraps herself in a blanket and (WHY IS IT SO SOFT HOW DARE THEY)

V is still taking in the room wrapped in that blanket, her clothes sprawled over a now-not-pristine-white-anymore chair this room looks pretty but empty like someone had planned to live here

its pretty and empty and although the matress she sits on is insultingly cozy and the blanket a dream come true….its still cold and V has to make a concious effort to stop her teeth from chattering where the fuck did 'he’ go tho for a moment V imagines complete strangers entering the room to see a freezing V sitting on their bed and wrapped in their blanket

thats funny almost the whole situation is ridiculous

V is ready to walk back to that chair and wring herself into those wet clothes again

leaving this place and probably dying of hypothermia outside sounds just as bad as sitting here and waiting for kingdom come this is way too similar to the last time she was stranded with this guy speaking of which maybe he already left

with her bare feet she slowly tip taps thru the room, checking windows and closets and making her way to the only door in sight the second her fingers make contact with the handle the door opens

'gotcha. nessing with the doors again.’ messing* (lol jk) no lights for now he says but the place will warm up eventually theres electricity

he somewhat inores her °_° face and walks past her and she cringes when she realizes he goes straight to her stuff V almost trips over herself to make sure he cant get a hold of anything what are you doing making sure these will dry- or would you rather have them stay wet I dont mind you like this [insert rude smile here] so the clothes get taken care of

its still cold V is still confused by his charitable behaviour wtf is he thinking wtf is SHE thinking she completely forgot abt the whole 'he is gonna kill me’ story so, with newly found waryness she starts asking questions why help me why follow me why not kill me

whose place is this we gotta remember last time they met was when she helped him and he taunted her

and she bluntly spat out that she doesnt know why she does it but whats so wrong with that- maybe she just cant help it- maybe its not her fault she likes this guy so he pulls up a chair in front of her, sits down on it, his arms on the back of it whats so wrong with that i cant help it- its your fault

nothing else he grins he is fucking crazy and V isnt so sure but it almost felt like he could have said he liked her she huffs

i could have killed you countless times you snuck right thru those wannabes today like it was nothing but you wouldnt do that to me (ah so he had watched her? hello stalker how are u today) just like u cant hide your tracks or take care of yourself

her motions at her- probably talking abt her leg which is not helaed just not hurting bad very bad in fact bed and blanket have a nice new decal in rusty red by now (I SHOULD GET BETTER AT SHIT LLIKE THIS BUT WHATEVS)

'so you dont kill me you rather lecture me abt how unable i am to stay alive by myself?’ V is showing her best side today but oh well

maybe its the rollercoaster maybe its the whole situation

so V is ready to argue but hunter isnt in the mood lol he rather laughs at how its so easy to get her riled up

and he gets over to her mentioning something about her big ego in such a tiny body no wonder she got in trouble before he gets uncomfortably close but only to take care of her leg AGAIN

this time she struggles because 1 she is shamefully aware of her nudity under that blanket 2 he has zero problems pushing her from left to right as if she was a doll not funny so he manages to take care of the wound (i will just claim that he can do it with psi so ….pls dont slaughter me) and it only leaves a thick line of fresh pink skin on her leg- no wound but that pink skin is not nearly as pink as her face would be…if it wasnt so cold

seems the warmth he spoke abt earlier is still not coming around?

he had helped her with warmth before so why not do it again only this time she has no clothes and if he hasnt seen her blue lips from the cold he has definitely felt how icy her leg still was so off goes the armor

after the armor drops his hood drops he even takes off that sleeveless shirt

okay now Vs face definitely gets SOME shades pinker and not bc she is suddenly feeling less cold 'what the hell are u doing she scoots as far back on the bed as possible but OH MAN DOES SHE STARE

this guy is toned no weird alien anatomy apart from a slight difference in proportions but man lean and toned no wonder he picked her up like an acorn or a feather or whatever else V can come up with as a comparison 'so shy all of a sudden’ its true

V is staring with big eyes but not a single word comes out of her mouth as he comes closer he is not completely unclothed and its not like she hasnt seen men before but its different when u have to admit that u wanted to see something…and then like it too much when u do although u really neither shouldnt want to see it nor like it should/shouldnt whatever V knows this is wrong on more than one level

last time he’d had the blanket and she had bedgrudgingly come to him this time she has the blanket

and she wishes she could hide in it

she tenses up as his chest touches her cheek and his arms pull her close. he says something about deja vu and her being like a stray kitten but V doesnt listen last time his clothes had been like a shield between them this time her cheek presses against his skin

so they are, once again, in this position

V finds herself relax after a while bc feeling him like this and having the scent of his skin in her nose is getting her drowsy her head is filled with clouds and there is this incredibly need to nuzzle into him how to resist this is the most cruel seven minutes in heaven she has ever taken part in normally this would feel like the moment to do all the things and her heartbeat is saying just that nuzzle deeper breathe in this scent some more feel his skin

put your arms around this man instead she sits there like a marble statue but if she brushes her cheek against his skin just a little bit he wont notice right? he wont notice if she inhales a tiny bit longer than neccessary right?

would he notice if she moved a little, not much, just to feel his warmth some more and to lean into this not-really-embrace some more? shifting carefully and only a little was the plan

but when she feels his hands on her back move as well —her body moves as if on its own and she stretches and shifts enough to bury her face in the nape of his neck. …good job V. Very subtle she can barely hold back from sighing

it doesnt matter tho bc as if some silent agreement between them took place right as her fingertip gingerly move across his collarbone and to his jawilne one of his hands finds the back of her neck and guides her u.u and it happens no taunting no arguing no words at all

just warmth and silence and locked lips in a kiss

one kiss becomes two kisses three four each one greedier than the one before

bodys pressing against each other as if trying to melt into each other, hands roaming and breathless sighs gasping for air

V’s arms are wrapped around his neck, the blanket she was holding onto forgotten, her mind a mess, filled with the haze of want and a deep longing for his touch skin aginast skin

he is either gifted with natural talent or simply knows how to kiss and touch his hands are big and warm and they hold her tightly one more kiss they pause theres maybe 5milimeters between them none of them willing to let go

catching their breath

V feels a simmering ache between her thighs…and his arousal…well its obvious this is wrong no more she thinks but hesitantly places yet another kiss on his lips to betray her own thoughts there is not a hint of his usual smug smile on his lips the playful shimmer in his eyes she has seen so often is nowhere to be found

he is thinking

he bites back words as she kisses him again a chaste kiss on the lips and his fingertips gently caress the back of her head as he kisses back

with her hand against his chest she can feel that his heart is hammering just as fast as hers

He leans forward pushing V onto her back and into the heap of pillows behind her

with the blanket barely covering her nether regions she lies there, cheeks flushed and her hands timidly pulling back to cover herself. He is towering over her. V had almost forgotten how tall he is while kissing him- every touch had felt so natural so right. This view is a little intimidating to her….and exciting as well. The look on her face brings the smile back on his lips

he sits up, now kneeling between her legs. 'Now you’ve done it…’ he trails his hand over her healed thigh, his fingertips lightly brushing over the soft patch of pink. ’…your fault if you regret this..’ swift movements of his free hand undo his pants while the other hand disappears underneath the blanket covering V.

There was no denying it. V’s was dripping wet from the kisses and body contact alone…she’d felt the growing bulge in his pants. She couldn’t even think straight seeing it now although it was still hidden underneath the thick layer of fabric. Her eyes were transfixed on his hand on the pants hemline above it. V wanted him. Possible regrets or not.

She only realized where his other hand was wandering to when he slipped a finger between her wet folds. HE dragged his finger along the narrow path from her entrance to her clit and back, then teased her entrance, drawing circles around the overflowing heat- dipping into her from time to time ever so slightly but always leaving her wanting for more. He had her mewling and writhing in no time. Everytime she bucked her hips to meet his fingers he pulled back to deny her the pleasure she was seeking so depserately. Deeper. She wanted to feel it deeper inside. Sweet torture…. ’….please….’ It was a whimper so small and shy it was almost inaudible. The heat inside of her was unbearable. The small plea that had escaped her lips giving away how helplessly needy he had made her for him. With a low chuckle and a satisfied hiss he removed his hand from her fully. V bit her lip. She WAS like a stray kitten. Needy and outright begging. And now she had given herself away like an idiot as well. Yes, she wanted him. Maybe had wanted him from the start. Now he knew. And he would reject her. She closed her eyes, ready to hear the taunting and teasing. Oh silly human….why would he want you…. She waited for the words but they didnt come. Instead, the matress shifted. Movement. (would he leave her here like this??) V peeked through her lashes . He looked godly. Broad shoulders, sleek collarbones, smooth skin, defined abs. The lower her eyes wandered the more she asked herself what was not perfect abt him…he had strong hip bones as well…and even lower… The Hunter was moving slowly, he could tell she’d have her eyes on him. Some freedom from the tight pants was much needed and he smirked at her small gasp when his already leaking erection was revealed. He removed the last bits of clothing before he returned his attention to her…and his needs. His fingers were still wet from touching V when he wrapped them around his shaft. He was painfully hard and throbbing with arousal. There was nothing else he wanted more in this moment than burying himself deep inside of her.