#and i tidied the floor and my desk hell yeah

[rainbowcrowley]

love how my neurodivergent lizard brain turned "i'm gonna do the dishes real quick" into a 3 hour cleaning spree huh

[cherrylibby]

Beneath the Mask

You were crouched on the floor, setting down a bowl of food for your cat, Golden, when the faint rustle of movement caught your attention. Turning toward your bedroom, you froze for a moment, watching Peter Parker stir awake. He blinked groggily, his gaze darting around the room as if trying to piece together where he was.

“Well, look who’s awake,” you said, your voice breaking the silence.

Peter jolted upright, startled, his movements stiff. His eyes snapped to you, wide and questioning.

“Y/N?” His voice was hoarse, confusion lacing every word. He glanced down at himself, noting the torn remains of his Spider-Man suit clinging to him. “Wait—”

“Relax,” you interrupted with a calming wave of your hand, kneeling to finish placing the bowl of food in front of Golden. “Your mask’s in my closet. No one saw you, so you can stop freaking out.”

His shoulders sagged slightly in relief, though the tension didn’t fully leave his body. “Why am I here?” he asked, his voice cautious as he lowered himself onto the edge of your bed.

You straightened up, brushing your hands on your sweatpants. “You were unconscious in the middle of the road, Peter. I almost hit you with my car. What was I supposed to do—just leave you there?”

He blinked, clearly taken aback by your bluntness. “Oh…”

Walking to your closet, you pulled his mask from the top shelf and tossed it to him. “There’s a spare toothbrush on the bathroom counter. You look like you could use it.”

“Y/N—” he started, his voice softer now, but he hesitated. His gaze dropped to the floor, his expression unreadable. Finally, he looked back at you. “Thank you. Really.”

You shrugged, feigning indifference though the warmth in his voice made your chest tighten. “It’s no big deal. Just go clean up. I grabbed some of my brother’s old clothes for you to change into.”

Peter hesitated for a moment longer before nodding and heading into the bathroom. As the door clicked shut, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

It had been weeks since you and Peter had spoken—maybe longer. Ever since you noticed him pulling away, keeping secrets, and dodging your questions, things between you had become strained. You’d always known there was more to him than he let on, but the distance he created was cutting deeper than you cared to admit.

Golden rubbed against your leg, her soft purr grounding you. You crouched to scratch behind her ears, then began tidying up the room. The blanket and pillows you’d used to make a makeshift bed for Peter were folded and tucked away in the closet. Sunlight spilled into the room as you opened the blinds, the golden hue of spring casting everything in a warm glow.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open pulled your attention. You turned to see Peter standing there, his damp hair curling slightly from the steam. He was wearing an old Blink-182 concert T-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants that were a little loose on him. Despite the fresh clothes, his posture was still tense, and there was a faint grimace on his face.

“Feeling better?” you asked, arching a brow.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said quickly, but the way he shifted his weight told you otherwise.

“Peter,” you said firmly, crossing your arms. “You’re limping. Sit down.”

He opened his mouth to protest but closed it again at your pointed look. With a defeated sigh, he lowered himself back onto the bed.

Grabbing the med kit from your desk drawer, you knelt in front of him. “Let me see,” you said, your voice softer now.

Peter hesitated before lifting his shirt, revealing a deep, jagged gash along his side. The sight made your stomach twist, but you kept your expression neutral.

“This looks bad,” you murmured, carefully dabbing at the wound with a damp cloth. Peter winced but didn’t pull away.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” he said after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper.

You paused, glancing up at him. “Of course I did. You scared the hell out of me, Peter. I couldn’t just leave you there.”

“I mean...” He hesitated, his voice faltering. “After everything. After how I’ve been—how I’ve treated you.”

His words made you pause, your hand hovering over the wound. “Yeah,” you said softly, the weight of unspoken hurt pressing against your chest. “You’ve been distant. You shut me out, Peter. And I didn’t understand why.”

He looked down, guilt shadowing his features. “I thought I was protecting you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Protecting me from what?” you asked, frustration seeping into your tone. “From you? From the truth?”

Peter’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists. “From the danger that comes with knowing the truth,” he said finally, his voice raw. “I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

You swallowed hard, your hands shaking as you reached for the bandages. “Peter... you hurt me by shutting me out. By not trusting me. You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t handle.”

His gaze snapped up to meet yours, and for a moment, the room was filled with a heavy silence. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking. “I didn’t know what else to do. But I see now—I see that I was wrong.”

“Peter,” you said, your tone softening further. You set down the cloth and placed a gentle hand on his knee. “You don’t have to apologize. I care about you. You don’t have to do everything alone, you know.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension in his shoulders seemed to melt away. “I don’t deserve you, Y/N,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.  His eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smiled, your heart pounding as you leaned in closer. “Well, lucky for you, you won’t have to find out.”

Before either of you could second-guess yourselves, Peter reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek as he closed the distance between you. The kiss was soft at first, a tentative exploration, but it quickly deepened as the emotions you’d both been holding back spilled over.

When you finally pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, your heart pounding in your chest. “We’ll figure this out,” you whispered. “Together.”

Peter nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Together,” he echoed.

As you sat back, the weight of the unspoken tension between you seemed to lift, replaced by something lighter, something warmer. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew you wouldn’t face them alone.

[smoochi-march]

Sunkissed - Aloe

Fields of Mistria | March x F Reader

Summery | A flustered March get's accused of earning his fair share of sunburns, in reality, it may be a mixture of minor burns along with his inevitable embarrassment.

Warnings & Content | Overly Fluffy!

Word Count | 2632

“…I’m convinced you have no clue what you’re doing.”

March grumbled, sat at his work desk begrudgingly with the usual scowl adorned. Brows furrowed, he’d bite his lower lip impatiently. Stealing glances towards you, his knuckles dig into his cheek while leaning over his workstation inside, the space impressively tidy. Sat with his arm propped up on the top of his desk, this position allows him to steal subtle glances in your direction without show his entire face. Seeing the blur of your figure moving on the floor in his peripheral vision,

“…and I’m convinced you have no faith in me.”

You’d argue playfully, sorting through several pieces of equipment in your bag. Tossing some odds n’ ends aside, clearly in search of something specific.

“I don’t… can I continue my work? If you haven’t noticed already, I have a routine that you’re interrupting.”

March hated waiting, how’d he end up here, to begin with? Why was it he could never argue against you? He had remained the very definition of all bark, no bite. With you specifically, and it frustrated him to no end. It was always you. You, you, you. He hated to admit it, but he was wrapped around your finger.

Before this whole situation, he had been hammering away at his station…

It was significantly brighter today where most would rush towards Mistria’s beach in their favorite swimwear. He didn’t have the time for that, no matter how much he desired to lay off the work and relax. It's not that he disliked his job, it was anything but that. Left with a stockpile of requests, the mass majority being boring small projects such as bolts and nails, that was the problem. Tools to sharpen, all basic level blacksmithing. At this point, he’s itching for a harder task, something to test his unmatched skills… all the trophies in his bedroom prove that fact is more than a self-claim.

“Good morning, March! I’m about to head out for the mines, is there any ore in specific you’d like? Copper? Iron? Silver?”

A familiar voice beamed from behind him, halting any further action as he snapped out of his previous thought process. He’d immediately recognize the voice, after all, it was you. You, you, you. How much he'd give to see that smile of yours by his side at night, not just these brief mornings before you part ways.

“Morning.”

He’d respond nonchalantly, lifting an arm to his forehead to block the incoming rays of sun from his eyes. Turning his body around, he’d noticed just how close in proximity you had been to him.

“W-What the hell?- what’re you doing?”

He’d lean back against the anvil, glaring at you as you’d suddenly lift both your hands to his cheeks. Delicate hands cradle his face sweetly, so light it could be mistaken for a pair of feathers brushing over his inflamed skin. He made several attempts to create some distance between the two of you, but you seemed insistent on whatever you had intended to do. Your eyes analyzing him closely,

“…have you been working all morning? You’re pink.”

Your voice was nothing more than a whisper, so close he could feel your breath fan against his face. Further fanning the flames beneath his skin,

“Of course I was. Is there a problem with that?”

You’d raise your chin with furrowed brows, you always were the one unafraid of their expression, huh? Those cute expressions of yours… -He'd catch himself on these thoughts, clearing his throat to focus on the initial task.

“Yeah. You shouldn’t be working outside in this heat, look… you’re burning up!”

He’d turn his head away, only for your hand to guide him back to face you once more. Glaring daggers at you only to lose that sharp gaze, faltering, he’d let out a defeated sigh. Eyes closing before shifting to relocate anywhere but in your own, when had you gotten so beautiful? Or perhaps you always have been. Either way, he’d allow you to follow through with your concerned actions, not without his grunts or grumbles of disapproval. You knew better than to trust his words, his body language giving him away.

He may end it all if a single person catches wind of this interaction,

March was used to experiencing higher elements of heat, ignorant towards the clear sign of his skin losing its battle against the sun. So caught up in his work, he now had your hands brushing over his cheeks, before lowering down his neck... trailing towards his shoulders, and lifting his arms for him to take note of his burns. Fingers tracing his biceps.

"March, look.”

…

“…Please? You're burnt.”

You'd realize your words may have been too firm, softening quickly after to smooth over any misunderstanding. He always took care of himself, his brother, and those around him. But found himself needing the help this time,

"You're making this a bigger deal than it has to be, you act like you haven't had a burn in your time working on the farm."

Sparing you a disapproving look, he'd then take in the true tenderness you held. He didn't mean to concern you, he'll have to take better care of himself to avoid you getting in a position like this again... Your eyes glimmer, only to be overcome by a passing cloud beneath the sun. Your face naturally flushed as a response to the heat, those lips of yours so close and parted ever so slightly. Drawing him in.

"Get inside, I'll be back."

Your thumbs gently caress his skin absentmindedly, hesitating to let go, he'd notice this. Hesitant to pull away as well, the couple now stare away from each other bashfully, unable to let go. They were left at a stalemate.

He's unsure exactly how long he stood there with you in silence, being the one to wear his signature frown.

"What about your trip to the mines?"

You'd raise a brow, tilting your head as you step away from him. Pivoting on your foot, ultimately hiding your expression from his gaze. He then notices how your hands clasp each other behind your back, fidgeting nervously. What caused this anxiety? Was it him? The idea of work?

"It can wait, be right back! You better be inside once I've returned, if I catch you breathing next to that anvil of yours I'll nag you all summer."

March rolled his eyes, using the spare back of his hand to feel the warmth in his cheeks, rivalling a fever. It may have started as sunburns, his sun-kissed skin rosy like the flowers you had first-ever gifted him when you situated in town.

"...you already do."

He learned to love that about you.

"Ah ha!"

You'd exclaim with a sense of accomplishment, lifting yourself and waltzing towards March who behaved like an unimpressed teenager. Eye scanning over your body, landing on the tiny bottle in your hand.

"What is that?"

This question wouldn't receive an immediate answer. Watching you squeeze the bottle, popping the cap off... a green gelatin substance now pressed against your palm.

"Aloe Vera. I bought some the other day from Balor,"

Before he could speak, you'd ask another question. He didn't hear what you said. Lost in his world the closer you got, it was pathetic. Biting back his tongue, he'd nod his head to whatever you said. Gaining a smile in return, you'd rub your hands together, spreading the Aloe in your hands. Soon reaching to grasp his face again, making him flinch at the cool temperature.

"-I thought you'd put up more of a fight, y'know. I appreciate it, March. You know... for all you do at the forge for Mistria."

Voice rendering as uncharacteristically mother-like, his eyes shut with ease. Finding pleasure in your fingers working the aloe into his skin, rubbing his cheeks in a circular motion. His face had begun to cool down in a matter of seconds,

"Don't mention it, there's no need to concern yourself over trivial matters like a slight burn."

March huffed, eyes fluttering open when he'd feel your motions stop at the bridge of his nose, upon hearing his words. He couldn't tell whether or not he enjoyed the contrast in temperature, a battle between the soothing gel against his flustered face.

"Your health is not trivial! Take that back, ...Idiot."

You'd pinch his cheek, making him hiss in pain, and smack your hand away from his face lightly.

The tingling sensation of Aloe is evident as ever on his skin, this felt strangely... intimate.

He's had Olric help him apply sunscreen when he was young where he couldn't reach, but, never a woman so generously offered to ease his pain with such a substance... he still didn't believe it was important, while allowing you the satisfaction in helping.

"Tch. Yes ma'am."

The small talk would come to a close, his eyelids weighing down. He'd feel your body shift next to him. Your hands met his broad shoulders, beginning to massage them with newly applied gel. Small groans escaped the man in response, fuck it felt good.

Your hands were like magic, his body melting at your wake, finely shaped like putty in your hands. His tension was immense, you wished nothing more than to help. Stretching out his muscles, You were no professional, but he enjoyed your actions thus far.

The silence was comfortable, time slowing with each pressure applied by your steady hands.

“This should help with your recovery, want me to leave the Aloe with you? I’m sure you could use it for future use.”

Your voice fissured a crack in the silence, bringing a smile to his face. Faint, a mere ghost of what it could be. Hidden from your sight,

“Sure.”

March would hear you hum in response, tilting her head back in an attempt to make eye contact with you. Only for those eyes to widen with your face hovering directly above his. Both party’s eyes were wide, unable to look away from the other this time. The way your hands were situated on his bare shoulders, your face hovering above his… it all felt right. Tilting his head further back, he’d raise an arm. His hand makes its way towards your cheek, hesitant, but progressive.

“…why go through all this trouble?”

March's voice held a share of his vulnerability, an expression masked behind his nonchalant attitude for far too long. Here, marks the beginning of an end. Or, so the two of you can hope. Old habits are a tough pill to swallow, to process, and to accept. To embrace.

“Trouble? I see no trouble in supporting the one I…”

You’d begin, struggling to continue your original sentence. Was this going a step too far?

“-the one you..?”

He’d inquire, no sign of his previous smile. Rubbing it off to hide beneath a mask once more, unable to express himself openly to you comfortably.

March’s attempt to lower his hand from your cheek results in failure, due to the sudden grasp of your hand on top of his. Holding it in place, your eyes shimmering like the beautiful jewels you’d donate to the museum… perhaps this is how Balor felt about those perfect jewels. March losing himself in your own,

“The one I care for, of course.”

March felt his heart flutter, observing how your body language evolved. His hand trapped against your cheek, he couldn’t help but feel a subtle blush rise to his face. The aloe stood no chance in keeping him cool at this rate,

“I- I see.”

Silence.

He couldn’t bear it much longer, unsure whether or not they had been crossing the line between comfortable silence or a tense air.

You couldn’t help but press your cheek deeper within the palm of his hand, it was large, calloused, and long due for an easy day's work. Something you were capable of granting him if only he’d allow it.

“I like you.”

What?

“Like, I like you, March.”

It was all so sudden he could hardly process all you had said. Silenced by your lips that pressed themselves against the back of his hand. It was as if his eyes were opened, he watched as all the colors surrounding them became significantly more vibrant. Hyperaware of the position you put them in, sounds around you both silenced.

The unwillingness to leave him be, despite such a common injury… the lack of materials on hand to venture through the mines in your bag. Had this been your intention all along? Did you lie about the mines, could that be why you were fidgeting before? Using it as a segue to get closer to him? He’s never experienced such a scene. Not just anybody was confessing, no, it was far greater. It was…

You.

“T-Think about it, kay’?”

You’d lend him a toothy grin, your blush rivaling his burnt cheeks. You had finally done it, you confessed to him. With all the anxiety rushing through your veins, you brush his bangs out from his eyes, feeling his thumb caress your cheek you forced him to hold. His expression was more visible than ever before, no longer safeguarded beneath his bangs, all due to how he sat on his stool, neck craned back as he looked up at you from a flipped perspective.

“…say that again?”

His voice was quiet, uncertain. However, you wrote that off as your imagination. Your eyes admire his body, the way his skin shines after your massage, the Aloe glistening with each curve of his muscle. His fluffy red hair lost some of its color while the black roots made themselves clear, he'd no doubt dye them again this coming Saturday.

“I like you, March.”

Following through with his request as you would any other time,

“…again.”

Again. He requested, and you delivered. A gentle smile permanently embedded on your face, allowing his hand to fall from your cheek.

“March, I like you-“

Willing to stroke his ego, you wrap your arms around him. Leaning against his back, your chin resting on his shoulder, not applying too much pressure. Worried you may harm him by pressing on the burns,

"If this is a joke, I swear I-”

He’d grumble, feeling you rest your head aside against his. Listening to the comforting sound of your breathing, losing the ability to speak.

“…of course not. For someone as confident as you are in your achievements, you sure are insecure. Not that I mind, I'll remind you that nobody holds a candle to you March...”

Following your words with proof of your legitimacy, you’d sneak your way closer to his body, your breath brushing against his cheek sending a shiver down his spine. You begin pressing your lips against his sun-kissed cheek, a featherlike attack directed toward his heart.

"...Y-you aren't so bad yourself. I guess... no, you're actually... never mind, forget it. Quit it, we'll never hear the end of it if somebody walks in on us."

He'd find the strength to press a hand against your face, forcing your lips off his body, tensing up as you'd soon follow his words up with a hushed whisper in his ear.

"-Can we take this to your bedroom then? If the idea of getting caught is all that concerns you..."

You'd ask genuinely, laughing as he'd struggle to look in your direction. Feeling as if you'd tighten your embrace around him, returning your nose back in the crook of his neck.

"...shut up."

Neither of you would say a word afterward, basking in each other's presence. Receiving that long anticipated, and oh-so comfortable silence. Satisfied with his reaction to your kiss, you sigh one last time. Replaying the events in your head.

He loves you. You’re convinced.

[lovelytsunoda]

i can't get no satisfaction // mick schumacher

summary: camping out in the library after hours, and too stressed to retain information, the student librarian has an idea about how take all of that stress away. and it doesn’t involve reference books.

pairing: college librarian!mick x student reader

warnings: sex in a library, semi-public sex, this is so fucking filthy, mick is a sweetheart but he has a dirty fucking mouth. mentions of masturbation and sex toys. why does this man bring out the feral in me? the terms ‘librarian’ and ‘sir’ used in a sexual context (but in a playful way…for the most part)

authors note: now tell me why I can add a song here but tumblr won’t let me add ‘shallow’ as a song link to my angsty top gun fic and I had to publish it without?

there was a reason she always picked that table. a reason she’d started coming to the library in tight tops and cutoff shorts.

it gave her the prime viewing across the old library, beyond the green tiffany lamps, at the perfectly coiffed head of of blonde hair that rested behind the check in desk.

mick fucking schumacher. he was the reason most girls came to the library, if she was to be honest.

however, there was no time for that today, astronomy textbooks strewn across her table as she poured over star charts. she didn’t realize how late it had gotten, her test review notes only half filled out and an exam creeping up on her.

her ballpoint pen trailed across the computer paper as she recorded the names of the main theories behind how the moon formed, mumbling to herself in an attempt to remember the facts better. she had one Bluetooth earbud in, playing jazz music softly to prevent her mind from wandering.

it was all hands on deck if she wanted a chance in hell of passing her elective course.

two hands clapped down on her shoulders. she started, yelping as her pen trailed a thick black line across her page before clattering to the floor. heart racing, she yanked her headphone out, head whirling to see who had interrupted her.

“oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.”

mick. he stood behind her, clad in tight black slacks and and untucked dress shirt, the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to just before his elbows.

and, oh god, were her nipples perking up underneath her halter top?

“no, no, I should have paid more attention.” her voice was shaking, cracking slightly. “did you need something?”

“we closed like, fifteen minutes ago.” mick said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t want to disturb you, but I’m not getting paid overtime and I kind of wanted to go home.”

she sighed, massaging her forehead wrinkles with her fingertips. “yeah, okay. sorry, I didn’t realize how late it was getting.”

her stomach sank to the floor. she felt guilty for keeping him, and a sense of crushing dread when she realized how little information she really retained.

and under the student librarians gaze, his stunning ocean eyes boring holes into her skull?

she’d be damned to admit it out loud, but she felt horny as hell. she was so stressed with exams, and so wired from trying to study that masturbation was the only way she could get herself to go to sleep: tire out the body, and the mind will follow.

but her fingers didn’t cut it any more, nor did the tiny vibrator her roommate made her buy on a whiteclaw-fuelled trip to the local spencer’s.

“okay, just give me a second and I can help you put all of these away. I feel bad for keeping you now.”

mick helped her gather her things and tidy the table, offering her a metal shelving cart to load full of all the textbooks she didn’t need. they moved in an awkward silence as the blond reshelved the books and she pushed the cart.

“so, astronomy?” mick clicked his tongue, shelving a book on star charts.

“yeah, it’s a shitty fucking elective, that’s what it is. it’s causing me more stress than my actual subject major.” she snorted, sliding a few other books into the shelf. “I’m pre-law, but I’m not even sure if law school is what I want any more. right now, I just want to shut down, if I’m being honest.”

she stepped back from the shelf, moving to go around the cart when mick spoke up.

“so is that why you barely looked in my direction today?”

she stopped cold, her foot thudding against the side of the heavy metal cart. she bit back a curse, stumbling as mick caught her, pressing her body up against the shelving cart.

“I know you have a crush on me. I think it’s cute. you’re cute.” his voice was husky, and there was barely any space between them. her heart was beating faster, heat rising in her cheeks. “there’s a reason I always work at that desk too. seeing you makes my day.”

he was so close to her that she could have kissed him if he wanted to. all she would have had to do was press up on her toes to match his height, and gently touch her lips to his.

“don’t hide from me, pretty girl.” mick whispered. “I know how pent up you are, I can see it in the way your body responded as I ran my hands over your back. I want to help you. let me help.”

she swallowed, thoughts racing as she gripped his arms, looking up into his cobalt eyes.

she needed this.

needed him.

“yes.”

when mick kissed her, it felt like all the air was leaving her lungs. he was intoxicating, the heady scent of his cologne overwhelming her senses. she moaned into the kiss, aching and longing for human contact.

“my sweet girl.” he mumbled, trialing kisses up her jaw and over behind her ear, hands coming up to knead her sensitive breasts as she leaned back against the shelving cart. “when was the last time someone treated you right?”

“s-six months.” she stuttered, panting heavily.

it was pathetic, mick had barely even done anything and she was seconds away from whining for him.

he clicked his tongue, gripping her waist and pushing her back further against the cart. a few reference books fell to the floor, but neither student noticed. his breath was warm against her ear, the tip of his nose brushing her cartilage and making her shiver.

“that’s just won’t do. whenever you came in here, I bet you were thinking about sitting under my desk and using your cute little mouth the keep my cock warm.”

noticing how her body tensed up, the boy changed his tune. “or maybe you’re not into that. maybe you just wanted me to whisk you away to the rare book room and press you up against the bookshelf, have my way with you. our dirty little secret”

ah, yes. that was the reaction he was looking for, her thighs clenching at the thought as he slotted his knee on between her legs.

“that’s my girl.” mick cooed as she grinded against his thigh. “you just need my cock to fill you up, don’t you? those fingers of yours just aren’t the same, are they?”

she opened her mouth to respond, forehead resting against his, when she leaned back too far, the cart tumbling out from behind her.

mick caught her by the waist, smoothly spinning around and returning her to her feet, ignoring the toppled cart. nose to nose, the absurdity of the situation dawned on her.

and she laughed.

and he laughed with her.

that was what she needed from a man. someone who could laugh with her, even during their most intimate of moments, someone who let all the best parts of his non-bedroom personality shine through while also knowing exactly what she needed him to say to get her off.

a gentleman.

and that’s what mick schumacher was.

he carried her bridal style back to the long mahogany table, placing her down gently and sweetly before giving her a sweet kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of her lips.

“so, pretty girl, the ball is in your court now.” mick began, taking her warm hands in his cold ones. “whatever you need me to do, I’ll do.”

“I mean, I’ve heard the rare book room is super sexy. the smell of old books is like an aphrodisiac for me.” she said in a sing-song voice, thinking about his teasing from earlier. “then again, so are the vaulted ceilings in here.”

“I bet I could make you come so hard for me that you can see those stars on the ceiling fresco with your eyes closed.”

“wanna bet, pretty boy?” she was confident in her decision, but there was still nervousness behind her eyes.

she’d felt the way his dick pressed up against the seams of the zipper on his slacks. taking it was going to hurt.

he kissed her nose softly, fingers reassuringly rubbing circles on her skin. “I’ve got you, princess. you just need to relax and let me fuck all of that stress out of your pretty little head.”

she kissed him again, one hand on either side of his neck as she tried to press her body up against his, body flushed with need.

he gently turned her around, guiding her body so that she was bent over the table, the wood cool against her body.

mick playfully smacked her ass over her denim shorts.“such a pretty girl for your librarian, aren’t you?”

instead of the expected response, mick was delighted to get a laugh out of her. her giggles made him high, heat rising on his skin.

“was that supposed to be sexy?” she giggled, one hand reaching behind her to cradle his, thumb passing over his knuckles.

“maybe.” mick chirped. “baby, you’ve gotta let me have my other hand so I can get your shorts off.” she let go of his hand, allowing his smooth fingers to undo the button and gently draw the denim down her legs. “and for the record, I think that librarian is a damn sexy title.”

“but it’s not really a title.” she laughed, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her body, massaging the flesh of her ass before tugging her cotton panties to the side.

he smacked her ass again, cock perking up at the tiny moan she let out. “it can be whatever I damn well want it to be, princess.” his voice was playful, and it made her wet to no end.

she needed this adorable idiot to fuck her.

now.

there was little warning as he slipped two fingers into her, the cold of the rings on his fingers making her squeal as he started to flex his digits.

his fingers were so fucking long. they felt so much better than her own fingers did, that was for sure.

“that’s my pretty girl, taking my fingers like a goddamn champion. you’re fucking dripping, princess.” mick cooed, moaning at the sight of her arousal running down his wrist, the sound his fingers made as he scissored them inside of her. “atta girl, so good for your librarian, aren’t you?”

“yes.” she panted, bucking her hips against his fingers with a cry, reaching back to grab his free hand with the hand that wasn’t holding her steady on the desk. “oh, fuck, sir.”

god, she needed this. and for a nerdy guy, he sure fucking knew how to use his fingers.

she felt his hand come down on her ass again. “what did you call me?” his voice was light, with the hint of a smile behind it. “I want you to say it again, princess.”

“mhm, yes sir, please, I need more.” she exaggerated the moan, a playful smile on her face as she played right into micks hands.

she liked this banter they had going, this carefree way of looking at something most people took so seriously. no, this was an experience that felt uniquely her whereas other guys she had been with just did what they always did, not caring about what she needed to get off.

but with mick, yes, that dominant demeanour was still there, but in a gentle ‘let me take care of you’ way.

and that was sexy as fuck.

she whined as mick withdrew his fingers, tapping her side with two of his fingers. “turn around, pretty girl. I don’t like not being able to see your stunning face.”

while her thighs tingled, her chest bloomed with affection and love at the thought that mick thought she was pretty.

and it was true. the library was dim, the warm lighting from the tiffany lamps framing the flyaways from her hair and the pink in her cheeks. the cupids bow of her lips, and that gorgeous fucking smile.

he was so down bad for her, it made his cock ache.

she perched on the edge of the desk, wincing and attempting to hide her embarassment at the wet patch she was leaving on the old table, the unshaven landscape of her thighs (and between her legs).

goosebumps rose on her arms as she watched mick lick her juices off her fingers, moaning at the taste like it was his favourite thing in the world. sensing the goosebumps, he ran his hands up her arms to warm her up.

“you decide how far we go tonight, love. how many orgasms do you want?”

oh fuck.

mick laughed sweetly, seeing the overwhelmed look on her face. he kissed her forehead tenderly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “how about we start with one and see you feel from there.”

“yeah. I’d like that.” she answered shyly, feeling the cold creep in.

the old library was drafty, yet kept to a very specific temperature. she expected to be overheating from how hot this encounter was, but alas, the air conditioning system just had to go and ruin it

“here.” mick said softly, undoing his shirt to expose the silver chain that rested below his sternum, a pendant with an orthodox saint carved into it.

he undid the shirt slowly, allowing her ample time to rake her prying eyes over every perfectly sculpted part of his body, right down to the tent in his pants.

sliding the shirt fully off, he used both hands to drape the soft fabric over her body. she swooned at the motion, letting him flip the collar up against her neck.

“don’t want you catching a cold now, do we, sweet girl?” he said sheepishly, his face flushed pink and a sheen of sweat on his abs as he cupped her face, leaning in to kiss her softly.

“mick.” she whined. “I need you now. I’m aching for my librarian to make me feel good.”

“I’ve got you, princess. I’ve got you.” he hummed, undoing the button on his slacks. he pushed down his boxers, erect cock springing to life.

“holy fuck.” she hummed.

his dick was impressive. all seven thick inches of it, resting against her thigh when she opened her legs and pulled him closer. she wasn’t even sure if it was possible for a dick to be pretty, but if it was, micks cock was the very definition of the word.

“so wet for me. I’ll slide right on home.” mick said, gripping his cock in one hand and running it all along her slicked up opening. now she knew her goosebumps weren’t from the cold, but from the anticipation of what was to come next.

“please, I need your cock.” she whined.

“whatever my girl wants, she gets. you just relax and let your librarian fuck all those little worries away.”

he slid in slowly, letting her adjust to take him inch by inch. the stretch burned slightly, and she found herself opening her legs wider with every inch. she had a white-knuckled grip on the table, her breaths coming out in a mixture of strangled moans and pants.

when he finally slid fully in, his heavy balls resting against her ass, she opened her eyes and changed a look down at where they connected, a moan leaving her mouth.

“that’s just what you needed, isn’t it love? a fat cock to fill you up and make you feel good.”

it was a question he didn’t expect an answer from as he started to thrust in and out of her, hands gripping her thighs to pull her in.

“oh, god!” she whined throwing her head back, breasts bouncing under her top as mick slammed into her. “feels so good, mick.”

“that’s my girl.” his voice was low and husky, but also soothing. his hands on her body was a grounding presence.

her fingernails scraped down his chest, leaving pink marks in their wake as she moaned, babbling incoherently about how good mick was making her feel.

it was heavenly. he overwhelmed every one of her senses. it was an out of body experience, if she was being honest. something out of her wildest dreams.

mick kissed her again, groaning into her mouth as he pistoned his cock in and out of her. she was practically dripping everywhere, but had no time or energy to worry about the mess she was making.

all she could think about was how good she felt with mick inside of her.

“just breathe, darling. you’re doing so fucking good for me.”

he shifted her position on the desk, maneuvering one of her legs over his shoulder. she yelped in pleasure, nails sinking into his shoulders as she screamed a curse.

“fuck, that feels so good!”

the new angle was dizzying, his length brushing up against her spongy walls with every thrust. her eyes rolled back and her vision went blurry from pleasure as she meweled under his touch.

“that’s it, pretty girl. come for me. come for your librarian.”

“oh, fuck, mick, I-“ her words tapered off into a hearty moan, micks shirt lying in a puddle behind her as she wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her head in his chest as she came with a cry of his name, tears leaking from her eyes. “mick.”

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” mick cooed, kissing her forehead as he slowed his thrusts, gently working her through her orgasm. “there we go, you’re safe here. just breathe with me, can you do that, princess?”

she nodded, out of breath as mick gently eased her achy leg off his shoulder and back down to the table. he slid out of her, and the empty feeling made her whine. he gently shushed her, covering her face in kisses.

“mick, you never finished.” she pouted

“don’t worry about it, princess. this was about you. all that mattered to me was that you got your earth shattering orgasm.”

she rolled her eyes, reaching for his still-hard cock. “let me do something nice for you, dumbass.”

and who was mick to complain when she was doing such a good fucking job stroking his cock? her hands were smooth and soft, and the angelic way that she looked up at him, that sweet smile on her swollen lips while her hands worked him to the edge?

within minutes he was bellowing, spurting thick measures of come over her hands and down her arm, his entire body shaking.

“Jesus Christ.” he muttered. “you’re good at that.”

“when you hate giving blowjobs, you learn how to give a damn good handjob.” she smiled softly, unsure what to do with her sticky hands.

mick scooped her up gently, carrying her away from the desk and down the long hall to the staff bathroom. “come on, love. let’s get you cleaned up.”

after they were somewhat presentable (because, after all, there’s little you can do about the flushed skin and sex hair when you’re still in a public library), they gathered the last of their belongings and started to shut the library down for the day.

“what about the shelving cart?” she asked shyly, gesturing to the cart they had knocked over.

mick laughed. “I don’t work tomorrow, so it’s someone else’s problem.”

she watched with a soft smile as mick turned all the lights in the old building off, before he linked his arm with hers and they began the walk out of the parking lot.

“I hate to sound presumptuous,” mick began “but you’ve been here all day and I haven’t seen you leave to get food or anything. you must be starving. there’s an all night diner about two blocks from here, and I’d like to treat you to dinner.”

she smiled, kissing his cheek. “I’d love that, mick. thank you.”

and they both knew that this was going to be the start of something wonderful.

as soon as exams were over, of course.

the rest of the student body’s female population was not going to be happy when they showed up at the library and found that y/n y/l/n had finally captured their librarian’s heart.

TAGS:

@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @diorleclerc @twinkodium @thatsdemko @httpiastri @sidcrosbyspuck

[interstellarlyinlove]

Mutual pining (May 12th)

Word count: 700

@wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius screams into his pillow. James startles, knocking the pot of ink on the desk all over his admittedly horrible essay. 

“Godric! What the hell?” James and Sirius are the only ones in their dorm room and Sirius has apparently gone crazy.

“Why won’t he talk to me?” Sirius asks, throwing the pillow on the floor. “Why won’t he just talk to me?”

“Remus literally talks to you all the time,” James says, and he doesn’t need to ask who Sirius is referring to because who else would it be? “And pick up that pillow. This room barely fits all of us when it is tidy.”

“But no, he doesn’t. James, he doesn’t. Not about the things that matter, anyway.” Sirius doesn’t say anything about the pillow but he does pick it up.

“What are the things that matter, again?” James asks, turning his chair around to look at Sirius. 

Sirius blinks. “I just mean that–”

“What is the last thing you two talked about?”

“How peeling an orange is the epitome of love, apparently,” Sirius says. And he doesn’t even say it to be funny. He’s completely earnest.

James truly cannot believe that Remus and Sirius don’t know that they’re already dating. “You talked about– how did that conversation start?”

“I’m not really sure. But, see? I want to talk to Remus about things that matter. And things that don’t matter, as well, like love oranges. It was a really lovely conversation, James. Easy flowing and funny and–”

“Love oranges are funny?”

“Well, Remus is funny, so yeah.”

James nods. He doesn’t want to point out the obvious and tell Sirius to just ask Remus to marry him already if only to see how long it takes Sirius to figure out that Remus is obsessed with him as well.

“Can you help me make a list?”

“Sure,” James says. He tilts his head. “Of what?”

“Of like, conversation starters.”

“You need conversation prompts to talk with Remus?” James raises an eyebrow. Remus and Sirius literally don’t shut up.

“I need conversation prompts to talk about deep things with Remus.”

James starts laughing, and he can’t stop. “Deep things?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

Remus doesn’t sleep well the week before the full moon. James doesn’t sleep well, ever. They snuck out into the Forbidden Forest after Remus broke more quills than James could justify during their late-night library study session. 

“What do you think my animagus would be?” Remus asks as they are walking. “And don’t say a wolf because I will gouge your eyes out.”

James laughs. “I wasn’t going to. An eagle.”

“That’s cool.”

James shrugs. “You’re cool. It makes sense.”

“Sometimes I feel that it’s unfair to Sirius that I like him,” Remus says, and James knows that is what Remus wanted to say in the first place. “That’s a stupid thing to say. I’m sorry.”

James flicks Remus’ head. “Don’t apologize, you twat.”

Remus smiles. “You’re the twat.”

“And it is a stupid thing to say. How is it unfair?”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t. At all.” James shakes his head. He hates that Remus thinks that. If only he could put his two friends in a room and force them to say these things to each other. “Sirius is lucky that you like him. I wish you liked me instead. Screw that guy, come make out with me.”

Remus laughs. “I would totally make out with you. But the heart wants what it wants." Remus pauses. "The heart is a bitch.”

“Is it the hair?” James asks. “I can totally grow my hair out if you want. Did you know my dad has this whole hair business empire thing? And if it’s the eyes there are spells for that! It definitely isn't the music talent, right? He’s the worst person in the choir. And I’m better at Quidditch.”

Remus whistles. “You really are the whole package, Jamie.”

“Damn right!”

“It's the Sirius,” Remus says, then he groans. “Wow. That’s humiliating. I can’t believe I actually said that.”

James pats Remus’ back. “It happens in the best of families, I’m afraid.” Remus chuckles and James really hopes Remus and Sirius figure it out soon.

[solsticeswackstuff]

College! Angela requested by @thesixthimmortal :)

Ok-they said College!Angela, so I am going to take that and RUN. if you know me IRL just a warning this is cringe

Angela flung her bag onto her bed, scattering its contents across the floor. She hummed loudly as she danced and buzzed around the room, tossing clothes into the laundry basket with exaggerated flourishes. She gallivants around the room loudly tidying up her side, but your voice cuts through her commotion, "Hey, could you keep that down for like 10 minutes? I really need to prepare for my next lab." Angela freezes, looking you over as you are hunched over your desk, paper spread out all around you. Angela can't help but notice that you've moved the coffee machine from the kitchen to your desk and she eyes your two cups, one actively filling coffee and one you are finishing. "Yeah, for sure, I will just head out for a bit," she responds.

You watched her rush out, a familiar pattern for you two. Typically, when she goes out this late, Angela brings someone back, and you are forced to room with one of your friends for the night. You silently pray that Angela doesn’t continue that part of your routine. This lab isn’t just any lab; it’s the one that could make or break your grade. The pressure is immense, and studying with distractions is the last thing you need.

As Angela wanders to the store near your dorm, her mind can't help but wander back to your slumped form and disheveled appearance. Mindlessly wandering the aisles, Angela half-haphazardly tosses things into her cart. She abruptly stops as she realizes she's in the soup aisle, she begins hesitating as she realizes you haven’t eaten all day. Angela had always admired your dedication, and seeing you so stressed tugged at her heart. Maybe she hadn’t always been the most considerate roommate, but today, she wanted to show she could be more. With that thought, Angela tosses a can into her cart.

When Angela enters the room, she makes sure to be as quiet as possible, a complete reversal of her earlier actions. While you work, she puts away her groceries, except for the soup. She prepared it with meticulous care, even tackling the dishes—a chore she usually avoided unless you told her to. As Angela stirred the soup, she couldn’t help but think of how she often took your friendship for granted. Angela also thought back to when you shared your notes and coffee during her rough exam period, this small act was her way to give back.

You are so completely engrossed in your work that you don’t hear her set the bowl down until she clears her throat. Angela’s voice was soft, almost hesitant as she said, "I brought you some soup. I know you’ve been working hard and… well, I just wanted to make sure you ate something." before quickly flopping down in her bed, not knowing how to respond to your silence. A brief pang of doubt crossed Angela’s face as you returned to your work. Had she overstepped? Did you even appreciate her gesture? Angela's doubt stopped when you looked up you gave her your thanks, before diving in. As the warm comforting liquid falls into your throat, you can’t help but think that this is the best thing the best soup you have ever eaten.

The alarm you set to go to class blares and as you are physically (and mentally) preparing for this hell of a lab Angela, no louder than a whisper asks “Would you want me to walk you there?”. Surprised by her sounding so timid you can’t help but find it endearing. You nod and you two walk out together and begin discussing your days, busy but in different ways. Angela wishes you luck as you head in and you can’t help but appreciate how much she has been there for you today.

After the lab, you were extremely exhausted. As you walked out of the building, you saw Angela waiting for you. She had her usual energy returned and told you humorous stories about her day while gesturing wildly. Feeling tired, you started to wobble, so Angela supported you by holding your waist—just to support you, she repeated herself. You leaned on her for the rest of the journey home, grateful for all she does for you.

The door opens with a creak, and Angela practically drags you into bed, waiting for you to let go. As you cling to her, she hesitates before climbing in beside you, watching the tension leave your body for the first time that day. She holds you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and watching for a reaction. You pull her closer, and she gives you a small nod. You close the gap between your faces, which had always seemed too large. At that moment, you realize that the soup was good, but this—this closeness and unspoken understanding—is something far more precious.

[twistedwonderlandfantasies]

(Repost)

Never Unplug a Gamers Computer

Idia x fem!reader 

For 18+ audience only

tags: smut, bondage, shibari, plot, slight angst, edging, oral, overstimulation, biting, begging, humiliation, toys

Wordcount: 5k

It had been weeks, maybe even a few months, where you hadn’t seen your fiery blue-haired boyfriend. All you could catch was faint glimpses of him hurrying through campus halls and snoozing through the classes he’d actually attend in person. Most of your interactions happened virtually— through messages, video calls, gaming sessions together. Yeah, it was fun for a while, you felt, especially the phone sex where he’d make you do all sorts of lewd things with your camera on, but you missed him. You missed feeling him hold you, his smell, his goofy grin. Enough was enough, you thought. You tidied a small bag of your belongings and walked out of Ramshackle dorm to Ignihyde. Boy was your heart pumping, but you confidently went through the hall mirror without hesitation, striding towards the housewardens room. 

You thought to yourself how he could be such a shut-in and yet have so much personality once you got to know him. That’s one of the things you loved about him, he would only show his true side to the people he cared for. Nevermind the fact his sharp tongue wasn’t exclusive to anyone, his knack for hitting a person's nerve was enough for everyone to understand he’s as quick-witted and sly as he is a wall-flower.  

Once you arrived, you stood outside his door, before gently knocking. “Idia?” After a few moments one of the brothers opened up. Ortho gleefully welcomed you in after seeing you outside.

 “Y/N! I’m so glad to see you! What brings you in? Don’t tell me my brothers made you upset…” his eyebrows furrowed in disappointment. “I know he isn’t very good at communicating, but he really is a good person.” 

You shook your head, “Of course not, Ortho, Idia could never upset me, I’ve just come to visit him.” You gave the young boy an assuring smile. 

Idia was in the back of the room, a separate space where all his gaming equipment was set up. His socially-anxious heart already sank a little at hearing someone knock on the door. Who the hell is that? He thought before hearing your voice greet Ortho. Now his heart sank even more… shit shit shit why is Y/N here? Did I do something wrong? Look at this place… oh no… there’s crumbs all over my shirt. Idia was going into a mental panic mode while he lept out of his chair and started kicking all the trash around to try and hide the pile somewhere while fixing his clothes. One hand held his phone as he violently scrolled through your DM’s to see if you had mentioned wanting to visit, while another hand was now attempting to comb through the long locks of fire that had draped over his shoulders. 

“Idia?” you walked into the small set-up room, a curious look about you, eager to give your boyfriend a surprise visit. 

The housewarden suddenly froze up, his heading turning over to meet your gaze. 

“Y/N” his mellow voice barely released a whisper as he felt his soul leave his body. She must think I’m such a pig now— oh Gods my hentai manga is still on my table. I thought I hid that?! 

“Idia… you don’t need to get so worked-up over me visiting.” You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at his obvious panic, walking up to give him a peck on the lips before taking the comb out of his hand to place it on the table, then leaning over to pick up extra empty chip bags still littering the floor. “I just thought I’d come see you, I really do miss you, you know.” You walked over to place the remaining bags in the trash. 

You instantly started tidying the place up to help ease his worry. Idia saw you crouch under his desk to pick up empty soda cans, and then you stacked all his manga and set it at the corner of the table. Watching you work like this made his heart flutter, his eyes going soft and a smile forming on his face. 

I really am lucky to have her 

“See, all better.” You smiled at your boyfriend before sitting down on the edge of his bed. You looked around for a moment, having only visited Ignihyde a few times the sites of his room were still not totally familiar to you. You took in a deep breath, the smell of fruit-flavored energy drinks and cologne made you giddy. 

“You redesigned a bit I see.” You pointed to the new light fixtures in the room and a few new collection figurines.

“Uh— yeah…” Idia, still in a bit of shock, walked over to sit beside you. He looked at you, taking in your features all over again. Wow… she really is a lot more different in person. I can feel the heat off her body, her hands look so soft. She’s so much cuter like this.

“I’m actually glad you’re here, Y/N. W-wanna um… catch up on the last RPG event we started?”

You raised a brow at his request, after all, you just got there, and he’s already asking you to game? Doesn’t this boy ever get tired of being on his computer? You already knew the answer to that. Shaking your head, you gave a smile in defeat. 

“Alright, let’s crush that game.” You giggled. 

It had been two weeks that you were staying over at Ignihyde. After a bit of convincing, Idia let you sleep with him, although not a whole lot happened between you two as almost all the boy's confidence depletes to zero in real life. The most you two had achieved were steamy make-out sessions, but that was it. It took a lot of work from your side to get him to open up. You remember the first time holding hands his fingers wouldn’t stop shaking. And, of course, you initiated the first kiss. You’d never forget the way Idia’s hair turned a bright pink and his face matched too. For a reaction like that, you’d be willing to kiss him all the time, you thought.

 But over your two weeks of labor you were beginning to get impatient. All he did was keep gaming, working on his tech-creations and being a shut-in. You would bring him breakfast every morning, help keep his room clean, hell, you even did his homework a few times for him. But all of this hard work and for what? We all know he lacked social skills, but Idia wasn’t dumb. Maybe no one has ever actually treated him this way and he doesn’t know how to react? Maybe you aren’t communicating enough? You were living with the man but still hungry for attention, and it was starting to piss you off.

“Idia?” You walked into his room, holding a bag of snacks in your hand. You had just come from the shop with all the newest drinks and goodies, wanting to surprise him with an evening movie night now that it was Friday and you knew he’d finished all his work.

Idia?” You called again. You peered into the dark room with neon blue lights only to see your boyfriend hunched over by his monitor, his headphones on, controller in hand, gaming away. Your eye twitched in frustration. 

You snapped.

You set the bag down on the floor and walked over to Idia, before doing the unspeakable. 

His computer screen suddenly went black.

You had pulled the plug, turning everything off. Idia visibly paused for a moment, before slowly taking his headphones off. His brain hadn’t even begun processing yet what was happening. 

“Y-you only ever care about those stupid fucking games! Am I really that pathetic! That you don’t even notice my presence when I’m 10 feet away from you in a room! That I do everything for you but some 2D characters are more important? I know you’re shy, Idia, but this goes beyond that—” 

You’re suddenly cut off by the sound of your boyfriend leaving his chair, slowly walking towards you. His hair… if not his entire body… is in a shade of deep. agonizing. red. It’s even worse than when Riddle gets mad.

“Y/N” He chokes out. You can’t see his face as it’s still dark, and his head is tilted down in disbelief. 

“What have you done…” 

You look up from the plugs in your hand to see his form towering over you, he’s never been like this before. His body feels so hot it almost stings. 

Idia hadn’t been just playing a game but downloading months of precious data on his computer at the same time. Now all his work is lost, not to mention the rewards he had earned on his live game which he hadn’t saved yet. He had emergency power set up in his room, but without the cord actually being connected to a source, it was meaningless. 

You hadn’t realized what you had done in your moment of anger. Suddenly everything started spinning as fear and regret settled in. You dropped the cords in your hand, which was now tense— no,  your whole body was. 

“Idia, I, I’m…” 

“You.” He growled, the pit in his stomach growing. He had to now spend the next months recovering the files he lost and became corrupted because of you, if not rewriting endless lines of code all over again, meaning more sleepless nights. Now he had to start his game progress from level one which he had also been working towards for the past few months, not to mention all the other minor projects that were still opened up and hadn’t been saved to his hard drive yet. Needless to say, you fucked up. 

You ran out of the room. Your chest tightened and before you knew it you were in the lounge with tears uncontrollably streaming down your face. Shit… fuck… why did I do that? Why am I so stupid! I’m so selfish and now look at what I’ve done! I could have just talked to him! He has been improving! Why am I so goddamn needy! You sat there for a few minutes, trying to compose yourself again. Your mind was torn between trying to defend or blaming yourself. All you knew now was that Idia was angry. It was the first time you had seen him that way. A sick part of you was actually happy to see him so worked up over you, it was the most reaction you’d gotten out of him this whole time, but at what cost? You didn’t actually want to see him upset. 

After what seemed like forever you knew you had to face your boyfriend and be an adult. So, you got out of your chair and began taking slow steps back to his room. The door was open, so you went inside. 

The temperature alone made you sweat. Your anxiety wasn’t helping. Was he the one really making the place so warm? 

You gulped, but it felt like something was caught in your throat. You didn’t have the gall to say anything, pacing carefully towards his desk, but you noticed he wasn’t there. You mustered your courage to try and whisper his name but before you could a hand slammed onto the desk from behind pinning you into place. 

“You’re bold, I’ll give you that.” You heard Idia speak before turning around where you were standing to see him over you. 

“To have you walk back in here so soon after making such a big mistake, Y/N.” He takes the tip of your chin with his fingers to give you a gentle, consoling kiss. “Sweet Y/N. I know immediately after making your mistake you realized what you’d done.” He can’t help but give a cynical grin. “Yes, I could see it in your face… my, how poor and sweet it was. I should have taken a picture! It was so endearing, after what you did, I hate to admit it but I would LOVE to see it again.” 

His other hand slammed onto the desk, making you jump a little at the loud noise where you now stood completely cornered. 

“I know I’m not the best boyfriend— in fact, sometimes I can’t even believe I have you. I mean, look at you, you’re so utterly… perfect.” The words rolled off his tongue sadistically as he continued staring you down. “And I’m a pathetic loser. An antisocial freak. Who would ever want me? Right… right?” He leaned in closer to you, feeling his hot breath tickle your skin. “But you came along and by the God’s I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you. As kind, as funny, as considerate. Do you know how fucking good you are.” His obviously irritated tone pierced your ears like daggers but the words he said made butterflies in your stomach. 

You weren’t sure what to feel. Idia had never complimented you like this before. All the showering of affection was sending mixed singles in your head. Did I really have to do something so terrible to get such praise? Is he messing with me? 

Indeed, your actions had changed something in Idia’s head. He realized that he had taken you for granted and that his antisocial tendencies were compromising his relationship. What you did was a wake-up call for him, albeit a very poor one.

In your confused daze you felt Idia’s face bury into your neck. Wait, what the hell is he doing? You didn’t realize it but you were feeling more than just fear and worry. With the way he had pinned you down against the desk he actually managed to turn you on a bit. You’d never seen him so assertive before and with the way he was taunting you it was almost hypnotizing. 

“Idia” You mutter, feeling him breathe down your sensitive skin. You press your legs against each other after feeling a familiar tingle starting to grow inside you. 

“Idia, I’m sorry.” You manage to apologize before feeling him bite down on you. You instinctively wince in pain before your fingers dig into the desk. 

Look at how she instantly melts beneath me despite the situation being against her. Gods… I really am so mad I could fuck her like this. How is she so hot even after making such a big fuck-up.

“Your apology isn’t enough, princess. Since you wanted my attention so badly, it’s all yours now. And you’re gonna pay me back with it dearly.” He hissed into your neck before starting to suck on the spot he knew would make you mewl. Idia had made mental notes of every little place on your body which would make you turn primal. 

“Idia—mmm b-babe please— what the hell is wrong with you.” You protested but the way your body contorted gave a different message; your back arched to feel his weight against you. 

“I can’t hear you. Speak up.” He taunted again. You already knew his teeth had left very obvious marks on your skin, but the way his hot lips ran against your neck made you think of only a single thing. 

“Idia.” Another failed protest left your lips. There was not much point in trying to talk sense into this man. All you were hoping for is that whatever comes next doesn’t hurt too badly. After all, you deserved it.

“Yes, my love?” His face met yours again as lidded yellow eyes looked down at you examining your features. “You look excited.” His knee went up to rub against your clothed womanhood. “Are you enjoying this?” His hand snaked back to squeeze your ass. “Do you like your boyfriend when he’s mad?” He kept tormenting you. “Is that why you pissed me off? You’re one selfish little princess, do you know that?”  Idia’s other hand made its way to the other side of your ass before he thrusted your hips towards his body so you rub against his knee again. “tsk, so needy. Begging me for attention all the time. And when you don’t get it you throw a fucking tantrum. I should have fucked you into content a while ago.” With every word he kept giving your ass an even tighter squeeze before a hand slid lower to the back of your thigh where his thumb began rubbing circles. 

You were already speechless by his complete change in behavior. A part of you even wanted to protest at his crude remarks, but you couldn’t deny every second of this was making you even wetter and lightheaded. Yes, you wanted him to fuck you into content, you wanted him to abuse your mind and body like this. You needed it, like the needy bitch he knew you were. What an awful combination, you thought, an attention whore like you chasing after a man like him. Maybe this was just part of the thrill now that you have what you wanted. 

“I hope you realize what you’ve gotten yourself into.” He warned before attacking your lips. His eyes didn’t leave yours for a second, he wanted you to know that you shouldn’t take his passivity for granted. His sharp teeth pried your lips open where his tongue made its way forcefully into your mouth. The way his hungry lips lecherously sucked onto yours made you audibly moan in the back of your throat sending a smirk upon Idia’s lips that you could almost feel. You grabbed the collar of his sweater desperately to leverage yourself against him while his hands supported you from behind. You could feel how satisfied he was with himself by the way he handled you so roughly. While he continued kissing you both his hands wrapped around your thighs and lifted you off the ground suddenly. Your shot your eyes open at the loss of balance before flailing your arms to wrap around him tightly by the neck.

“Idia!” You yelped, face red from desire and panic. 

“You have no idea how much I love it when you say my name.” He chuckled, carrying you to the bed and laying you on your back while he continued to hover over you. He cradled your body between his knees. Compared to your frame he was much bigger, his hair beautifully splayed against his back and reaching the floor. You watched your boyfriend, lustful eyes taking in the irresistible sight of him above you. Idia began slowly undoing the buttons to your pants, almost teasingly, not breaking that eye contact with you. He wanted you to see him, see the way he treated you, see the way his hands moved on your body. 

After barring your legs he leaned in closer to kiss the tops of your ankles, working his way up peppering you in sweet kisses before reaching your thighs. He gave another painful bite. You tried holding yourself together, warm pain radiating from the spot. His lips began sucking and teasing against the skin near your cunt. Idia wanted to torture you, It was payback. He enjoyed the sight of your wet panties so close to his face. He could almost smell it. The cool air hitting the wet fabric and the way Idia was tormenting you made you close your thighs instinctively. But the way your legs squeezed against his head made him nearly lose his composure then and there. “Don’t choke me just yet.” he mumbled under his breath. Idia rose back up to meet your face for another hungry kiss.

His hand slid beneath your top, caressing the skin of your waist and then snaking up to grope you through your bra. You felt so soft underneath his fingers, everything about you was intoxicating to him. He took his time playing with your breasts. It was one of his favorite parts of your body. He released the passionate kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two. His lips were parted and panting, the rise and fall of his chest matching with the hot breaths you felt on your face from him. He noticed how red and swollen your lips were from the way he had bullied you, rubbing his thumb against your lower lip in satisfaction. Your entire face was covered in a deep blush, the way you looked at him could only be described as dirty. 

I wish I could take a picture of her like this. 

Idia wasted no time in ripping your flimsy shirt off. You were wearing a sexy bra just for an occasion like this. You never expected it to come true, but here you were at his mercy. The way it complimented your skin and perked your boobs up to look so full made Idia stare shamelessly. 

“Fuck this, I have to.”

He took his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of your body in an instant movement, before you could protest. He threw the phone and his own hoodie aside before leaning back into you. 

“I knew you were dirty but walking around dressed like this… who knew my girlfriend was such a little slut. Unfortunately this has to go though…”

He ripped the bra off too. 

This man owed you a shopping spree after ruining your clothes like this.  

You had never shown this much of yourself to him, instinctively wrapping your arms around your breasts.

“You don’t get to cover up after making me come this far, princess.” His voice was huskier than before, deep and silken, you were completely overtaken by how hot this man could get. 

Idia leaned down to leave a kiss under your chin, his hand coming up to slowly pry your arms open as his head made its way lower. 

He couldn’t help but glance over before kissing the tops of your breasts. Should have taken another picture. His lips left dark bruises all over your sensitive mounds before he slowly ran his tongue between your boobs. You were shamelessly moaning at the attention he was giving you. Every touch was euphoric, especially the way he sucked and teased at your buds with his mouth.

 “How could you possibly hide this from me? Look at you. I think I’ll make it a rule to take off your clothes every time you come over. What do you think?” You rolled your eyes, continuing to play with the strands of hair you had in your hand. At this point the hard-on in his pants was straining painfully against his sweats as you felt him grind against you needily.

After he had his fill with your chest Idia slid down lower to come face-to-face with your cunt. 

 “I should taste you.” 

You swear you felt your heart stop for a moment. He started palming you, tracing the lines of your cunt with his finger before shamelessly digging his face into your pussy and taking a deep inhale. Your body jerked in response which earned another satisfied look from his face. “This is mine.” His finger moved the fabric aside to expose your bare lips. “But that doesn’t excuse you from being a bad little girl.” He hummed before sliding his tongue from your entrance to your clit. 

Your legs convulsed, but Idia grabbed them and viciously pinned them down against the bed, stopping you from moving. “Nuh-uh, You can’t just enjoy this. I have to discipline you. The heir to the underworld can’t be so forgiving.” He went back to eagerly tasting you. The sloshing noises of his tongue against your folds had you biting your lips in fervor. 

“Fuck… Idia… ahh-” 

“What is it baby? Is there something you want to say? I think the way your cute little pussy is creaming for me says everything I need to know. Look at how you’re enjoying this, heh.” He kept his actions slow and sensual which was driving you mad. 

You took the bundle of hair that was in your hand and tugged on it, pushing his head deeper into your cunt.

“Fuck me already…” your voice quivered. Idia suddenly stopped. “Haven’t you learned by now, my love, you're not the one here making demands. I’m in control, I rule over you, and you're going to behave exactly how I want you to.” He seethed between his teeth while continuing to lap up your juices. 

“This simply won't do.” The way he was attacking your cunt already had a knot growing in your stomach. “You need better discipline.” His mouth instantly stopped before you noticed him rising from his position.

“Babe, please.” You whimpered trying to get him to go back to eating your pussy. “I promise I’ll be good, please.” Continuing to shamelessly beg. Your desperation hit Idia’s ears like sweet honey. 

“Keep begging.” He took your wrists and latched you onto the bed. You had never even seen the leather cuffs he had attached to the bedpost. Were they always there? This man just kept surprising you. 

“Idia?” You look up to see your confined wrists. 

He pulled something else out from under his bed. It was a black rope. 

How did I never notice before. You looked carefully at the way he wrapped your body, it was so sensual. The rope rubbed and fastened against your skin tightly, certain to leave marks later. He lastly took your ankles and tied them to each end of the bed, the way he spread you out was like straight porn. You already felt your cunt forming a pool of liquid on the sheets underneath you. He looked at you like this. It was unbearable for him. He didn’t know how many times he’d have to ruin you to satiate him. How many wet dreams he’s had just like this, and now he finally gets to live them out. His last little surprise was a gag he forced into your mouth and a vibrator he had secretly made for you which he put into your ass. 

“Mmm I’ll get to fuck this hole too later, just be patient, princess, okay?” He whispered while inserting the vibrator in. 

“Just follow me like a good girl and everything will be fine.” His assurances fell on deaf ears. With the way he had you, you knew this man was about to make you see stars. 

 His hair, his face, those clouded eyes; You gazed at his torso, how defined his abdomen was. The way his skin glistened from a layer of sweat that had formed over his body from his heart-throbbing lust had you wishing you could lick every drop of it off him. 

Idia had dimmed the lights to the room, where you could barely see anything. Your inability to speak, your confinements and the low rumbling feeling from your core had your senses at peak height. 

You felt fingers brush across your abdomen. Your body twitched in excitement at every interaction. 

“You know it’s actually quite cold in the underworld.”

Then his hands greedily made their way up to your neck, long nimble fingers perfectly wrapping around your supple skin.

“But I can make it unbearably hot.”

His other hand squeezed your thigh, before you felt a weight shift onto the bed where he hovered over you, hardly visible, the outline of his bare body positioned perfectly over you.

“Oh, yes, I’m going to make you feel those flames of hell.”

He took his anger out by thrusting himself into you without warning; his body jerked in a way that made every muscle in your body reflexively tense at the sudden jolt, filling you with more pain than pleasure. You bit down hard on the gag, tears forming at the corners of your eyes while your hands grabbed onto their cuffs. 

He slowly pulled out, only to slam back in again.

His pace continued like this.

You were practically screaming, not that it was very coherent with his hand still around your neck. Was this man trying to kill you? Maybe he was trying to take your soul.

“Mmmm princess you have no idea how good you look like this.”

He glared at you, saliva and tears running down your face, tits bouncing to the motion of his hips, your thighs uncontrollably flexing, your walls squeezing him so tight he would have trouble pulling out.

Selfish little pussy trying to milk me so soon— hngh— she’s so good… Gods she’s so good.

His ferocious thrusts had your orgasm growing in minutes, but he wouldn’t let you have that satisfaction. Everytime he felt you getting close, he would stop all motion. You were unraveling into a helpless puddle of lust with the way your pussy had drenched everything under you, including his cock. Your hips subconsciously grinding against the air for a desperate sweet release when he would leave you. You could hear him chuckle at the pathetic site. You weren’t just humiliated, but completely subordinated to his power. 

“Tell me what you want.” Idia tried hiding the growl in his voice, but there was no denying he was as animalistic as you.

All you could do was yell and whimper through the gag. He knew you couldn’t talk, but seeing you like this was ecstasy for him. He knew once everything was over you might just kill him for the way he was messing with you.

“I think I know… you want this, right?” 

He moved back into you.  Another deep moan left your lips as nodded at his gesture, trying to close your thighs to trap him in his place.

Idia was starting to pity you,  grinding his hips, he eventually fastened his pace again. The sound of slapping skin and disgruntled moans had you two now selfishly chasing your highs. 

He fucked you even harder than before as he felt himself getting closer. His cock was more than enough for you, your breath hitching with the size and inhuman pace. 

You felt the feeling in your stomach reach its climax, spasming, back arching through the confines of your rope, arms pulling and tugging over the cuffs, legs trying to flail. Idia felt your hot slick drown his dick inside your walls, before continuing to pound into you. 

He wasn’t stopping or slowing, bringing you into overstimulation, within minutes you felt another round of knots grow inside your nether-regions before you came again. This time you squirted on him while he had pulled out, some of your fluids shooting onto his chest, dripping down to his abs. His finger ran over his body to take a bit of your cum and taste it. 

“Can you do that again?” His signature smirk plastered onto his face. 

He went back to fucking you. Again, and again. After you had climaxed about four times he felt himself getting closer to orgasm, burying his cock deep inside you to release his seed. 

The feeling of his hot liquid in you was like mercy, a Hail Mary. You were so ruined your brain couldn’t think, your body was shaking, your core twitching and fluttering, aching to have him back in you but your legs couldn’t even move anymore. Both of your chests were heaving for air; Idia ran his hands through his hair which was damp with sweat as he took a moment to compose himself. He admired the way your pussy was absolutely filled to the brim with his cum and leaking. With the way he had abused your cunt he was convinced you wouldn’t be able to walk for at least a week. After all, this experience gave him valuable information about your endurance as a human. But still you took him so well, he thought. 

He took the gag from your mouth, jaw aching, closing for the first time in what seemed like hours. Idia placed a tender kiss on your lips to comfort you.

But he was still not quite content. 

“You have to keep this in you, okay?” he cooed in your ear before gently fixing a strand of hair. 

Idia placed something inside your cunt, it was another vibrator. He buried it in like a plug to keep all his cum inside. 

“I-Idia… enough… Idia…” You plead before it turned on in sync with the one in your ass. 

The fatigue you felt in your body was so overwhelming you struggled to even keep your eyes open, but the sudden wave of new pleasure had you practically crying in an overstimulated frenzy. 

Indeed you had learned to never upset this man again.

“I think you should stay like this for a bit, while I go work on the files I lost because of you. Is that okay, princess? I think it is. After all, it would be a shame for me to let you go like this so soon.” 

Your eyes shot back open at the statement. “Idia! I- s-stop this… please… Idia. Idia… Idia!” your voice echoing through the room while Idia left your presence to go sit at his laptop nonchalantly, ignoring you.

You tried yelling his name again, but they came out more as moans than anything else. How many times have you climaxed already? You stuttered and whined, but the way you kept writhing on his bed and begging him to come back made him not want to stop anytime soon. 

“If you keep behaving like this, I might come back… but no guarantee we’ll be ending things when I do, princess.”

[pocket-lad]

CH 9- Comfortable

Prev ● Masterpost

The girls awoke to banging on Ollie’s door. They both jolted up, then rubbed their eyes sleepily.

“Olivia, come on. We’re heading out,” came Dane’s voice.

“Oh, shoot,” Ollie mumbled. She looked over to Adelaide and, remembering herself, kissed her good morning. Adelaide beamed. “I promised my dad I’d help Oliver with climbing today. Probably has something to do with our little Bean encounter yesterday.”

“No worries,” Adelaide yawned. She stretched her arms into the air, feeling them shake from the tension, then let them flop back onto the bed.

“You can stay here as long as you like,” Ollie said, rushing out of bed to put on some new clothes.

Adelaide watched as the woman stripped, noticing the delicate curves on her body. She felt like she was intruding on something and forced herself to look away, once again blushing. Ollie didn’t seem to notice, since she walked back over to the nest and kissed Adelaide goodbye. “I love you,” she said, then ran out the door.

“Love you too,” Adelaide called after her, and the words made her whole body feel warm, but in a good way. She sat there for a long time, processing the night before and now this morning. Because it was true - she loved Ollie. To think they hated each other not too long ago. Now she couldn’t imagine her life without her.

Deciding that she couldn’t wait around all day, Adelaide got up and also changed her clothes. She tidied up Ollie’s room a little bit, placing the drawings back on the desk in a pile, folding the clean clothes that were scattered around the floor, and stacking the tools in a neat pile. Hopefully Ollie wouldn’t find that too invasive.

At some point, Adelaide found herself headed to the kitchen. The Bean kitchen, that is. Ian would probably want to hear about her night, though for once, she didn’t feel like sharing. So far, her updates were frantic and impersonal, but this felt private. This was her own little thing to keep close to her heart.

A new scent filled the air as she approached the counter. It immediately triggered memories of the motel in her mind, but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why. Whatever it was, it was incredibly strong and almost…burnt. Curious, Adelaide cautiously left the walls.

Sarah sat at the kitchen table reading a newspaper and sipping out of a mug, but Ian was nowhere to be seen. Adelaide fully trusted Sarah, but she was still uncomfortable being alone with her, so she turned to leave. Apparently, she caught Sarah’s eye, though.

“Oh, morning Adelaide,” Sarah said.

Adelaide winced and slowly turned around. It would be rude to leave now. “Good morning,” she said awkwardly.

“Ian’s not awake yet. I assume you’re looking for him.” Again, she took a loud sip of her drink.

“Yeah…,” Adelaide trailed off. Unable to stand the silence, she asked what that smell was.

“Oh, it’s coffee,” Sarah explained. “It’s what I’m drinking. You want some?”

Adelaide’s eyes flicked around, searching for an Ian that wasn’t there and unsure if she should accept. “What is it?”

“It’s supposed to wake you up in the morning. Here,” Sarah said as she got up to grab the pot.

Adelaide backed up a couple steps on instinct when Sarah shot to her feet. The sudden, dramatic height increase when a Bean stood up was always jarring regardless of who it was.

When Sarah turned to face Adelaide, she realized she didn’t know what Adelaide was supposed to drink out of. Hell, the small pot was over double the borrower’s size. Luckily, Adelaide pulled a bottle cap out of her bag, used to needing one ever since she started hanging around Beans. Carefully, Sarah poured a drop or two in the cap.

As soon as the dark liquid left its container, Adelaide felt an immediate waft of heat drift her way. She had to step back further, off put by just how warm the liquid was even from a distance. She eyed Sarah nervously. How was she supposed to drink this when she couldn’t even stand near it? Was this normal? Why didn’t Ian ever drink it? She didn’t dare put voice to these questions, but they plagued her mind nonetheless.

“You might want to wait for it to cool down,” Sarah advised as she sat back down. Then, a thought hit her. “Do you know if borrowers have enhanced abilities?”

Adelaide blinked. “Um…”

“Relative to humans, I mean,” Sarah clarified. And before Adelaide could continue, added, “Though I’m not entirely convinced you’re not human, or at least human-adjacent.”

Adelaide didn’t feel very ‘enhanced’. Beans could outrun her. Even sprinting, she couldn’t keep up with a leisurely human pace. Her punches and kicks felt like a tickle and her teeth were just barely able to pierce their skin. But admitting this stuff out loud was at the very bottom of Adelaide’s list of things she wanted to do. “I don’t know,” she shrugged.

Sarah could tell that there was more behind that answer by the way Adelaide closed herself off. She thought elaborating might help. “You constantly climb up cliffs with nothing but thread. You can run for much longer than anyone I know and, scaled up, I think you’d be one of the fastest people alive. From what I can tell, you are proportionally much stronger than Beans.” Sarah couldn’t help but smile when she used the word ‘Beans’. What a funny name. She wondered if that nickname spanned across the species, or if it was a regional thing.

“Oh,” Adelaide frowned. She never thought about it like that. ‘Scaling up’ wasn’t possible, so she didn’t bother with ‘what if’s’. It was simply her vs Beans. And every time, Beans won.

“That’s a good thing!” Sarah laughed when Adelaide didn’t react the way she expected. The borrower was acting more guarded than usual, but she supposed that couldn’t be helped without Ian around. His presence usually loosened her up and boosted her confidence.

“No, right, that’s great. It’s just…what use is it to me against a Bean?” Adelaide asked rhetorically.

Sarah hummed in response. “Let me think on that,” she said. She liked a good challenge.

Adelaide decided it was time to try this coffee stuff. She hesitantly approached the bottle cap, which still had steam rising from it. She wrapped her hands around the edges, and her hands had never felt so warm in her life. Her body was always cold, her hands and feet always colder.

Tentatively, Adelaide took a sip. It was very hot, yes, but moreso, the flavor that filled her mouth was bitter and downright revolting. The horrible taste contrasted heavily with the pleasant warm feeling that traveled down her body as she swallowed it. Curious, and even more tentatively than the first time, she took a couple more big sips, just to be sure.  “This is positively disgusting,” she decided aloud, setting the bottle cap down for now. It felt like a jumpstart for her body. “I love it.”

Sarah laughed as they heard shifting from across the room. It sounded like Ian was awake.

Shortly thereafter, the man himself appeared in the kitchen. His heavy eyes looked between Sarah and Adelaide, then zeroed in on the coffee. “That stuff will kill you, you know,” he lazily drawled as he reached for a cup in the cupboard and filled it with cold water.

Adelaide’s eyes widened. What?! It would kill her? Why didn’t Sarah say that? She backed up, wondering if Sarah had it in for her all along.

Seeing this, Sarah nearly jumped out of her seat. “No!” she corrected harshly. Then, speaking directly to Adelaide, she leaned forward and lowered her voice. “No, it won’t kill you. He’s exaggerating and- look Ian, you scared her!”

Ian raised his arms in exasperation. “I did not! Look at her. She’s fine.”

Sarah ignored him and continued her explanation. “Every other day there’s a new story saying something different. Sometimes it’s the best thing for your health, sometimes it’s the devil in a cup. Don’t worry too much about it.”

Adelaide’s eyes flickered between the cap and Sarah, unsure if she should trust her. But Ian didn’t take the coffee away, so he must have been exaggerating.

Her heart was beating faster than usual, but maybe she just imagined it. Her brain buzzed too, though her thoughts were much clearer, and she felt like her bones were vibrating, like she could clean the whole house in this moment. Was this how coffee was supposed to work? If so, she could get used to it. She gulped down a bit more.

“So, how did it go?” Ian asked from his spot leaning against the counter.

“None of your business, that’s how it went,” Adelaide said

“Ah, it went…very - very well then,” Ian smirked.

Adelaide blushed, but the red on her face quickly turned from embarrassment to anger. “I did not say that!”

“Didn’t need to,” Ian said. “Our little Della’s all grown up.”

“Ew!”

Ian swooped in and snatched the bottle cap out from under Adelaide’s nose. He dumped the remaining coffee in the sink but made sure to rinse out the cap for her before returning it. Before she could chide him, he said, “I can see you shaking from here.” He then moved on to rummaging through the cabinet.

Adelaide and Sarah shared a baffled look.

When the rummaging didn’t stop, Adelaide curiously inched closer until she was right underneath his arms. She looked up, trying to see what he was doing, but she couldn’t get a good angle.

Ian noticed how cluttered the cupboard was and decided a complete overhaul was in order. He began to empty the contents onto the counter, but when he went to set down the first can of soup, he nearly set it on top of Adelaide.

On her part, Adelaide barely had time to register the falling soup, but she leapt out of the way as soon as she became aware of it. The metal bottom of the can clinked against the counter.

“Woah, look out, Della,” Ian said.

Adelaide turned around, trying to calm her breath, and her eyes bulged at the casual air that hung around him. He looked as though he thought it was just a little slip up, that he would have noticed her in time and not set the heavy can directly on top of her. But how was Adelaide to know that? As far as she was concerned, the soup was headed directly for her and had no intent on slowing down.

It was a scary thought. Again, Ian probably saw her, or at least would have seen her in time, but even the mere notion that one second of inattention could have seriously hurt her was bone-chilling. This was why Beans were dangerous. They could love you to the moon and back and still crush you. And Ian was treating it as if it was just a little ‘whoopsie’.

Adelaide dragged her hands down her face, shaking herself off. Her first instinct was to tell him off, but she didn’t want to acknowledge how fragile she was, especially after her recent conversation with Sarah.

“What - what are you doing?” she asked. Her voice cracked.

Ian took note of her weird behavior, but agreed to move past it. “Organizing,” he said. He returned his attention to the cabinet, but as he pulled things out, he paid more attention to where he set them.

Even when he was paying attention, Adelaide still didn’t like that it was raining objects much larger and much heavier than her. She decided to move well out of the way and sit against the wall. “I’m scared to ask why.”

“You said Dane won’t - he won’t accept gifts. Handouts. Whatever. I respect that. So, uh, how can I earn his respect?”

“Do you actually want an answer?”  “Wouldn’t it be great if all the things you needed were at - at the back of the cupboard? If all the accessible food items were even more, uh, accessible by being closer and economically placed? And wouldn’t it be amazing if Sarah just once cleaned her cupboards?”

“That sounds like a trap to me.”

“That sounds like a dig to me,” Sarah echoed.

Ian faltered. “Hm. Well. Everything’s out now.” He smirked at them then regarded the foodstuffs spread across the counter. He threw away expired stuff (to Sarah’s protest), then reloaded the cabinets in a completely different order with reasoning that was opaque to Adelaide. She guessed it would make more sense if she was in the cupboard, but she also knew that he was ordering things based on his idea of usefulness.

Sarah was also going to stop him because they were her own cupboards in her own home, but she had to admit she was interested in the borrowing habits of these borrowers. She wondered if there would be a way to measure what they take. Not that she had any use for this information beyond her own curiosity.

“Della, go check it out,” Ian said finally.

Adelaide didn’t move.

“Please,” he added.

Adelaide rolled her eyes and took her sweet time getting to her feet. Maybe this would be helpful. Or maybe Ollie’s family had a system and he just completely screwed it up. Any sign that they were there would have been erased though, what with the way Ian kicked up so much dust, and that had to count as a good thing.

As soon as Adelaide got to her feet, a giant hand knocked her knees out from under her and closed her into a loose fist. Then she was sitting by the entrance into the wall. She blinked, trying to figure out what happened, then quickly spun around to berate Ian for his impatience. “Well now I’m going to take even longer inside the walls because you just can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself. So…think on that one while you wait.”

Sarah snorted and Ian huffed.

Adelaide begrudgingly made her way to the cabinet from the inside, shaking herself off like she always did when the feeling of massive fingers coiled around her body didn’t go away. Distracted, she didn’t see Ollie and Oliver until she was practically right on top of them.

“Oh, hi!” Adelaide said.

“Hey,” Ollie beamed.

Oliver remained quiet, intently focused on wrapping the string of his hook around his arm in a nice, even way that wouldn’t get tangled.

“I see you were out climbing. How’d it go?”

When Oliver didn’t answer, Ollie answered for him. “Good! He’s really fast and strong. He just has to get over his fear of heights.”

This caught Oliver’s attention. “I’m not scared!”

“Right, no, of course,” Ollie said, trying to keep a serious face. Moving on before he could argue further, she asked Adelaide what she was doing.

“Oh, uh, brace yourself for this one. Ian thought it was a genius idea to rearrange the cupboards. He thinks that will win over your dad,” Adelaide said.

“That sounds like a trap.”

“That’s what I said! But…do you want to check it out with me?”

Ollie seemed hesitant, but disguised her feelings with a shrug. “Sure.”

Ollie course corrected to follow Adelaide, and it seemed Oliver was intent on tagging along with them. Ollie wasn’t super thrilled about that, but whatever kept him out of trouble. If she could keep him in her sight, she didn’t have to worry. And she wouldn’t have to face the wrath of her dad when Oliver inevitably did something stupid.

They slipped into the cabinet, and it was suddenly a whole different world. The expired vegetable cans and half-opened bags of chips no longer flanked the entrance. None of the forgotten kitchen tools even seemed to be in there anymore, and the normal foot tracks in the dust were completely wiped away along with the dust itself.

What did fill the back of the cupboard was bunches of horizontally-oriented dry goods. All the things that were easy to get to in a pinch. Ian seemed to have a pretty good sense of what the borrowers prioritized, and Adelaide wasn’t so sure if that was comforting.

Ollie and Oliver looked amazed, but before they could voice their thoughts, light filtered into the cabinet as the door abruptly swung open. The two dove for cover behind a sleeve of crackers, dragging Adelaide with them.

“Come on! Quit stalling!” Ian’s booming voice echoed around the wooden box.

Adelaide went to stand up, assuming they were all over their initial panic, but Ollie kept her low, clinging onto her arm. Adelaide looked at her, concerned, but she could hardly blame her. Instinct was a hard thing to suppress. Beans weren’t supposed to catch you, and they certainly weren’t supposed to catch you borrowing . And it was so easy to feel cornered in a space like this. It felt like the human had you right where they wanted you, and the limited space made it way too easy for them to grab you.

“You can stay here,” Adelaide whispered. “But somebody needs to tell him that this was a dumb idea.” She placed a quick kiss on Ollie’s lips as Ollie nervously removed her hand from Adelaide’s arm.

Adelaide spun around to face the giant peering into the back of the cupboard, trying to make out if there were any small beings he was missing. She only hesitated briefly before traversing to the front.

“Should I be concerned about how well you know what we borrow?” Adelaide asked, only half-joking.

“Hey, I’m just trying to make things uh…more…comfortable,” he said, and he too was only half-joking. Behind the lighthearted tone, there was a seriousness in his face. Here he was, talking about ‘comfortability’ again, which Adelaide assumed could only mean one thing.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” she said bluntly, cutting off the conversation before it could start.

“Sarah stepped out and I figured - I only figured this conversation should be, um, private.”

If only he knew who was hiding a couple inches away, listening in on their every word. Adelaide agreed that it should be private, but she’d rather it didn’t happen at all.

“Did Sarah tell you to do this?” she asked. She didn’t think so, but she needed to know the answer before they continued.

“No - no. No, it’s not her.”

“Not now, Ian,” Adelaide decided. She wanted time to think before she argued. She was strong-willed and persistent and loud, but Ian had a certain way with words that she just couldn’t compete with, and she wanted all the ammo she could get beforehand.

Ian reached in the cupboard, well past Adelaide, and rested his hand behind her. The way his arm shook the whole structure was hard to miss, but what was even crazier was that it looked like he was blocking her path to the back of the cabinet. Adelaide could hardly believe it. He never did anything like this before. This was a clear exhibition of the power he held over her and how he could, at any point, prevent her from leaving if he so chose. Adelaide glanced between his face and his hands, suddenly feeling very panicky.

If Ian was doing something this drastic, the conversation must be really important to him. But Adelaide simply could not move her feet.

“Move your arm,” she said in what she thought was a commanding voice, but compared to his, it just sounded weak and quiet.

“Della-”

“Move your arm so I can climb down. You want to have this conversation? We’ll have this conversation.”

Ian looked at her with regret in his eyes, but after a brief hesitation, he removed his arm.

Arguing with a Bean down below their eyesight wasn’t anything new, but it wasn’t anything fun either. The cabinet was worse, though. It was too easy to feel cornered and trapped, and having Ollie listen in was not an option.

The trek to the front and the action of pulling her hook out of her bag felt like it took a lifetime. And then it took a whole second lifetime to climb down. Adelaide could always feel giants’ eyes tracking her as she climbed, but this was on a whole new level. She could feel every microsecond, she could feel his eyes staring right through her and also taking in every centimeter of her body. When she reached the bottom, she just stared at him.

Ian had the sense to pull up a chair to put himself on a more even level, but his head still floated well above hers. “I don’t want to make this decision without you.”

“So do you actually care what I think or are you just going to keep talking until you convince me to stay?” Adelaide spat.

Ian clenched his jaw. “What do you think?”

Adelaide faltered. She didn’t think he would relent, but she obviously couldn’t say she didn’t know what she thought. Any sign of weakness was a win for him. “I like it here. I like Ollie. I like Sarah. But to constantly have another Bean around? In such a small space? Texas is our home.”

“Homes change.”

“Not for borrowers.”

“You would hardly see your girlfriend if, um, if we went back.”

Oh, so Ian knew exactly where to hit her. “I know,” was all Adelaide said, refusing to give him more to work with. Little did she know, he got all he needed from that. He saw that she would just close herself off further if he kept arguing, but he also saw the hesitation in her posture. She didn’t know what she wanted. With time, she’d come around. He just had to be gentler about it. Gentle, but not patronizing. A delicate balance to strike.

“You uh, don’t have to make a decision now. But really - really think about it. Change is-”

“Would you stay here?” Adelaide interrupted. “Would you leave Texas if I decided to stay?”

For once, Ian was truly tongue-tied. For once, he truly didn’t know the answer. He wasn’t sure if it was lucky or unlucky that Sarah chose that moment to interrupt.

“Ready to go?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Ian said, pulling himself out of the argument.

“Adelaide, we’re going to grab lunch? Want to come?” Sarah offered.

Adelaide took a solid moment to recalibrate after her vulnerable question was interrupted with such a casual offer of lunch. “Oh…no thanks.” There were a number of reasons to turn the invite down. Going outside was already rough, and going into a Bean establishment that contained dozens of giants was even rougher. She also didn’t want to talk to Ian right now. And Ian and Sarah deserved some alone time where they could be certain that there were no prying eyes or listening ears.

“We’ll talk later, okay?” Ian said.

“Sure,” Adelaide mumbled, refusing to make eye contact and kicking her foot at the ground.

Ian tried to catch her eye for a moment, but gave up. He was serious about continuing the conversation later, but a good couple hours out of the house would do them both some good. He stood up, shrugged on his jacket, and left.

Adelaide was alone. It was a relief to have absolutely no Beans present. These were the only times she felt her shoulders truly relax. But she also didn’t like leaving things on such a sour note. When they came back, she’d apologize and try to hear him out. Yeah, that sounded like a plan, at least in theory. In practice, those things were a lot harder.

What Adelaide really wanted was to bounce ideas off Ollie, but that was out of the question. She wanted to lay down in Ollie’s arms, but that was also out of the question. There was no doubt that Ollie at least heard Ian’s side of the conversation, and she could probably piece together the rest. Adelaide wondered if Ollie was mad at her for not wanting to stay.

Lost in thought, Adelaide didn’t bother to keep track of time, but when the faint sound of a car engine reappeared, she froze. It definitely hadn’t been enough time for them to go get lunch and come back, right?

But sure enough, the sound of the lock made its way to her ears. This apology was going to have to come a lot sooner than she thought, so she scrambled to come up with something. She yanked her hook out from the cabinet and coiled it around her arms, giving her body something to do while her mind raced frantically.

All too soon, the door swung open, and Adelaide had nothing. Maybe she’d fight a little longer, just to keep him on his toes. Or forget it all completely.

Heavy footsteps quickly made their way to the kitchen. “What’d you forget?” Adelaide called in a mock-exasperated voice. That was the only reason she could think of that would make him return so quickly.

What a stupid thing to say, in hindsight. What a stupid thing to do. She should have been so much more careful, so much more cautious, like she usually was. Because the person that rounded the corner was not Ian. And it certainly wasn’t Sarah.

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A Chrissstmasss Ssurprissse- Part Two

Summary: Three-parter. Christmas is approaching fast and Y/N doesn’t know what to get Thor as a present. 

Pairing: Thor x Fem! Reader

A/N: Welp, here's the 2nd part, FINALLY. Sorry it's taken me so long to post this. This is not edited. I figured that if I did, I would never post it. I know it's not the right season, but I thought if I post this one now, the last part might finally be ready in time for Christmas XD I hope you enjoy.

Story Warnings: None that I can think of? Please let me know if there's anything you think I missed.

Word Count: 3,024

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First thing the next morning, you rush to Bruce’s lab again. You know he’ll already be in there, working away; he always is these days. This time you knock on the double doors, cracking one open and poking your head round to peer inside. 

Bruce is sat at his desk, concentrating on the layer of papers spread haphazardly across its surface. The machinery that had been all over the floor the other day, is now gathered up in a heap at the side of the room. It looks no closer to being completed, whatever it’s supposed to be. 

Bruce looks up when he hears you knock. 

“Y/N, hey,” he says, smiling sleepily and pulling his glasses off his nose to rub a hand over his face. You’re judging by the dark circles under his eyes that he’s been awake all night. “Did you have any luck getting a present for Thor?” he asks, stifling a yawn.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” you say, hovering next to the door. “Is now a good time?”

He pushes his glasses back onto his face and starts shifting the papers around on his desk, tidying them into a messy pile.

“Er, yeah, sure.” He gestures for you to come in, frowning slightly. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to pick your brains for ideas again,” you huff a nervous laugh and he looks relieved. “I was actually hoping you might be able to… help me find someone,” you say carefully.

“Oh,” he glances up from the papers in his hand, intrigued. “Who?” 

You hover awkwardly in front of his desk and take a deep breath.

“Loki,” you say quickly, before you have the chance to convince yourself that this is a bad idea. “I need you to help me find Loki.”

Bruce stares at you for a moment in silence, his paperwork now laying forgotten on the desk. Squints his eyes slightly as if trying to figure out if you’re joking. He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. He lets out a huff of breath and shakes his head, baffled.

“You’re not serious?” he finally asks you.

You take a step closer.

“Look, I know this sounds crazy-”

“Yeah, it does,” Bruce cuts in. 

“But, please, I didn’t know who else to ask,” you plead with him. You knew there was no way anyone else would ever agree to help you. Bruce was by far your best shot. He’d been there when Loki had helped Thor defeat Hela; he’d seen first hand that Loki clearly isn’t all bad.

“But why? Why in the Hell would you want to find Loki?”

His question catches you off guard and you stare at him. You’d thought your reasoning would have been obvious.

“For Thor,” you say simply.     

“And you think Thor would want to see him? After everything he’s done?” 

You have no doubt that he would. 

“Loki’s his brother, Bruce, of course he’d want to see him.” 

Banner gives a laboured sigh and takes his glasses off again, this time abandoning them on the desk. He leans back in his chair to look at you, his brow furrowed deeply.

“Y/N, look, Loki and Thor have a complicated past. That’s something that’s best not getting mixed up in.”

You get what Bruce is trying to say, but you can’t help but feel like he’s wrong about this. As if he can hear your thoughts, he adds, “Trust me, Y/N, it won’t end well for anyone. Loki’s brain is like a bag full of cats.”

“Well that doesn’t sound so bad…” you mumble quietly, in an attempt to lighten the mood a little; but when you meet Bruce’s eyes, they are serious.

In the awkward silence, you lean against the filing cabinet beside you and fold your arms over your chest.

“It’s just, Thor seemed so upset when we were talking about Loki yesterday. I really think he does miss him. I mean, how could he not? No matter what Loki may have done in the past, they’re family.” You look at him pleadingly. “And he’s the only family Thor has left,” you add thickly. 

“If it were my sister… even if she had done all of the bad things Loki has, I would still want to find her.  To know that she was ok.” 

You had thought that Bruce was the person who knew Thor the best out of everyone at the compound, but now you can see you were wrong. It was so obvious to you that Thor was hurting over Loki and everyone else was so blinded by Loki’s wrong-doings that they couldn’t see it. 

Bruce slowly stands and makes his way round to the front of his desk, sitting down on the edge  closest to you. He seems torn. 

“Y/N,” he says, hesitating. “I can’t help you. Even if I wanted to find Loki myself, nobody knows where he is. I’m sorry.”

There’s a sinking feeling deep in the pit of your stomach. 

“You’re right. It was a stupid idea.” You sit down on the edge of the desk, beside him, and hang your head. 

He sighs and reaches over to reluctantly touch your arm. You glance down at it in surprise.

“No, it wasn’t, Y/N. You were trying to do a nice thing for Thor, because you love him. That’s not stupid, that’s beautiful.” He smiles reassuringly at you then takes his hand back. “Even if it was trying to reunite him with his homicidal maniac of a brother,” he adds. You both huff a laugh.

A moment passes in silence and you consider getting up to leave. You glance at Bruce to see him pulling a face, as if he’s struggling to make his mind up about something. He catches you looking at him and seems to cave. 

“Look,” he says, pausing to glance at  you again as if he’s already regretting saying anything, “But, perhaps the next time Thor goes to New Asgard, you should go with him,” he lets the sentence hang there for a second, then quickly adds, “I’m not saying anyone there will know where Loki is, or that they would even want to help you, but... it’s a place to start.” He shrugs halfheartedly. 

You jump up from the table excitedly.

“Of course! Bruce, you’re a genius! Thank you.”

He puts his hands up in front of him, shaking his head. 

“Oh, no. I’m not taking any credit for this.” He looks at you concernedly. “Just… be careful, ok? I don’t want this to backfire, for your sake.”

After speaking with Bruce, you practically skip down the halls of the compound, excited to ask Thor if he would let you accompany him to New Asgard. 

“Thor?” you ask in a sing-song voice, entering your bedroom. He’s not there. You peer into the ensuite bathroom, “Thor?” Not in there either. 

Wondering where he could be, you head back out of your room and down the hall to the communal living area. As the door slides open you notice two blonde-haired, broad-shouldered men, sitting on the sofa with their backs to you.

“There you are,” you say, walking towards Thor and Steve, who both jump at the sound of you. You had always thought it was impossible to sneak up on a Demi-God and a super soldier with enhanced hearing, but apparently they were so transfixed with what they were doing, they hadn’t heard you enter. Thor jumps to his feet and bounds over, intercepting you before you can make it round to the front of the sofa. 

Steve panickingly attempts to cover whatever is on the coffee table in front of him, but you can’t see past Thor’s thick frame anyway. 

“I thought you were going out shopping, my love,” Thor says shiftily, placing two large hands on your upper arms and steering you slightly further away from the sofa. 

“I’m just about to, I had something to do first,” you say, referring to your visit to Bruce’s lab. “What are you two doing?” You ask him, with suspicion, attempting to peer past him. He blocks you with his shoulder. 

“Nothing that concerns you,” he says, but his tone is playful.

“Alright…” you say, narrowing your eyes slightly. “Anyway,” you continue, changing the subject to the reason you came to find him in the first place, “I was just wondering… the next time you go to New Asgard, could I perhaps go with you?”

He looks surprised by your suggestion. 

“I mean, I totally don’t have to, if you would prefer to go alone. I just thought…” 

He cuts off your rambling by embracing you so hard in his large arms that he almost lifts you straight off the floor. 

“That would be wonderful!” He says excitedly, beaming at you. “I can’t wait to introduce you to my fellow Asgardians, they will love you!” 

“Ok, that’s great,” you say, returning his smile, “I’m really looking forward to meeting them.” 

He lets go of you and you straighten your outfit. “Well, I better go do some shopping, or I’ll never be ready for Christmas,” you say then give Thor a peck on the lips. “I’ll see you later.”

“Goodbye, my love,” he says, steering you back in the direction of the door. 

“Bye Steve,” you say, waving to him, still sitting on the sofa. 

Having panicked and finally given in to Sam and Nat’s idea, you’re now hurrying down the busy city street lined with twinkling fairy lights, in the direction of the nearest lingerie shop. You glance at the window of a shop across the street from you and do a double take. 

There’s a large glass tank in the display. You stop abruptly to stare at it from the opposite side of the pavement out of curiosity, causing the woman behind you to swerve out of the way to avoid hitting you with her shopping bags. She tuts loudly as she carries on bustling down the street. 

You carefully negotiate crossing the busy road, then stand on the sidewalk with one of your gloved hands held up to the glass, cupped above your eyes to help you see in through the window of the store. 

You can see the outlines of various tanks and cages along the back wall and, in the ones closer to you, the moving shapes of the different animals inside them.  

The snake in the tank closest to you, slithers slightly closer to the window and raises its head, staring back at you, unblinking. Butterflies start swirling around in your stomach, as you peer in at it. You remember your conversation with Thor from yesterday and how he had said he loves snakes. Is this a totally insane idea? you think to yourself. Not the first one I’ve had today, you add, remembering Banner’s reaction to you wanting to find Loki. 

A small, hopeful part of you thinks as you gaze at the animal, that perhaps it would remind him of his brother and the good times they used to have together. It seems like a good alternative, at least until you can start your search for Loki properly. 

You chew on your bottom lip, still studying the snake. As much as you think he’d love it, what if Thor doesn’t want the commitment of owning a pet? He does sometimes go on long missions and wouldn’t be around to look after it all the time; but you would be there, so it wouldn’t be neglected. 

You’re slowly talking yourself into it, when you’re drawn out of your reverie by a voice beside you. “Unusual creatures, aren’t they?” 

You look to your left, startled, to see a man wearing a smart black suit and overcoat with black shoulder length hair, standing next to you. 

He’s staring straight ahead, but you know his comment was definitely directed at you; there’s no one else around for him to have aimed it at. Following his gaze, you see he is looking through the window at the large tank with the snake in it; the very same snake you had just been considering buying for Thor. 

“Yeah,” you say in response, not really sure what else to say. “I was thinking of buying one for my boyfriend. As a Christmas present.” 

He turns to look at you and offers you a charming smile. “That’s very thoughtful of you,” he says in his posh British accent, then pauses, “I’m sure Thor will love it. He was always very fond of snakes.”

You smile in return then do a double take. 

“What? How… how do you…?” You stumble over your words, causing him to laugh lightly, flashing his teeth. Then it clicks. 

“Loki?” you whisper in amazement. 

He bows his head to you. 

“Lady Y/N.” 

You’re dumbfounded. Opening and shutting your mouth several times. You discreetly pinch the skin on your forearm, just to make sure you’re not dreaming.

“How…?” is the only thing able to make it past your lips, as you gaze at him in wonder and disbelief. 

This earns another soft chuckle from him. 

He gestures across the road towards a small park area with a few benches, “We have much to talk about. Shall we?” 

At a complete loss for words, you simply nod and follow his lead. 

“After we escaped, I had nowhere to go,” Loki explains. “Asgard was destroyed and I couldn’t go back to Sakaar. Which was a shame really, I quite liked it there. Could see myself fitting in,” he adds wistfully. “I’m not exactly welcome here on Midgard,” he casts a wary look around as he says this, lowering his voice. “So I ventured off on my own, trying to find another planet to settle on.”

“So, why did you come back?” you ask. 

He looks at you with a creased brow. 

“I’ve come to tell you to stop looking for me.” 

You scoff softly, taken aback by his suggestion. 

“How did you know I was looking for you, when I hadn’t even started?” Then a thought creeps into your brain, making you shudder. “Wait, have you been spying on me?” you ask in disgust. 

“Oh, don’t make it sound so perverse,” he chastises you. “I like to keep an eye on my brother,” he says hesitantly, as if he isn’t sure he should be admitting this to you. 

“Then why would you come here if you didn’t want to be found?” It doesn’t make any sense to you. 

He casts his eyes to the floor. Then you remember something Clint had once said to you, about Loki’s projections of himself. 

“You’re… not really here, are you?” you ask quietly. You reach out to touch his hand and it flickers slightly, your fingers brushing nothing but air. 

“I couldn’t risk it,” he says in response to the disappointed look on your face. “Besides, Thor doesn’t want to see me. He’s happy now,” he says, catching your gaze. “He has you.” 

You smile thoughtfully. 

“Family is important, Loki,” you say after a moment of silence. “And sometimes we don’t realise that until it’s too late.” Your voice is wistful, as you stare into the distance. 

His face falls at your remark, it seems you caught him off guard. 

“Our mother used to say something similar to that.” 

Although you don’t know much about their mother, Thor had always spoken very highly of her and you knew they both loved her very much. 

“Whenever Thor and I would fight, she would say that one day we’d be all each other would have left. As usual, she was right.” he looks off in the direction you are staring. 

The pair of you stay quiet for a little while, then you speak up. 

“Look, Loki, after all this time you’ve still kept an eye on Thor, obviously because you care for him a great deal. And he misses you, he really does, I can tell. Why don’t you just come back to the compound with me? See him,” you suggest. Loki looks startled by the idea. 

“Absolutely not,” he scoffs. “No.” 

“It’s ok, I get it. You’re scared about seeing him, but I-” 

“I am not scared,” he cuts in stubbornly and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes at him. 

“Well, how about you think on it?” You suggest, and then you have an idea. “Hey, I know! Come for Christmas!” you say excitedly. You see the look on Loki’s face and dial your enthusiasm back a notch. “You could join us at the compound on Christmas day, I’m sure Thor would love that.” 

Loki continues to shake his head.

“Nobody wants me there, Y/N,” he says plainly. You see the hurt in his eyes. 

“Thor does. And if he does, so do I.” 

He gives you a doubtful look in return. 

“Don’t worry about the others,” you say, “ I’ll handle them.” He says nothing, so you figure you’ve probably said enough. 

You’re starting to resign yourself to the fact that you’ll never be able to reunite Thor with his brother. 

“It was really nice to meet you Loki,” you say genuinely, standing up from the bench, “but if you’ll excuse me, I have to go panic-buy a snake.” 

He gives a small laugh and smiles. 

“You know, my brother is a lucky man.” The corners of your mouth twitch upwards at the compliment. It’s funny, you never expected you’d be having a conversation with Loki, let alone that it would shape out like this. 

“Just, please, promise me you’ll think about my offer,” you say, straightening out your coat. 

He doesn’t say anything but smiles and politely bows his head to you in a final goodbye. You cross the road to get back to the shop and once you’ve made the short walk to the other side, you turn back to look at the bench you had left Loki standing in front of, but he is gone. 

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Paint My Horizon 2

Chapter 2

Y/N’s P.O.V

I woke up around 10:30, and since I had nothing else better to do I decided to tidy up, Uncle Mav isn’t usually messy but with the quickness of everything he really hadn’t had a chance to fix anything up. I unpacked his bag that was just laying on the floor of his room and put all his clothes in the drawers. Set up his bathroom for him, and just did my best the clean with the very limited cleaning products I found in the closet.

I didn’t have to be at work until 5:30 so I decided to go and visit Mav, I fixed him some lunch, and walked to the base. It was only a 10 minute walk. Once I got past security… which was simple because he put me on the visitors list, I headed to his office. I knocked on the door, and I heard a quiet

“Come in” I opened it and I saw him at his desk with his head in his hands

“Bad day?” I asked

“Hey, sweetie” he said with a smile

“I decided to bring you some lunch… I hope I’m not interrupting anything”

“No, come in” he said waving his hand “You didn’t have to make me anything” he said

“I know you didn’t bring a lunch, and when you’re stressed you forget to eat”

“You’re the best” he said

“I’m only doing what you did for us, while I was growing up”

“Sweetie, I don’t want you to feel like you have to repay me”

“I know, I just want to take care of you too” he smiled and kissed my cheek

“What did you make me?”

“Well, there wasn’t much at the house for food… I think tomorrow I will go to the store… so I made some spaghetti and marinara sauce” as he was eating I asked again “Bad day?”

“We did dog fighting today… and well I let your brother piss me off, and well we almost crashed into the ground” I felt rage, I saw red, and all I wanted to do was strangle my brother for almost taking Uncle Mav from me.

“That bastard, he better hope I don’t see him anytime soon, because I will ring his neck”

“Sweetie, I’m ok… he’s ok”

“I don’t give two fucks about him”

“Y/N!” Mav said with a stern voice “I know you and your brother don’t get along… hell anyone who knows you two knows you hate each other… but please don’t ever say you don’t care if he dies, he is my god son and well even if he doesn’t like me, it would hurt me if anything happens to him” I sigh

“Ok, sorry Uncle Mav” he gave me a ‘Yeah Right’ Look

“Are you really?”

“No… but I promise to never say anything like that again” he smiled

“That’s all I ask”

“Anyway how was the rest of your day?” I listened as he told me all about the pilots, and how good they were.

“There’s one… who knows he’s good. He’s cocky about it… he reminds me of well me. If he doesn’t stop he’s going to get himself or someone else killed”

“His name wouldn’t happen to be Hangman, would it?”

“You know him?” he asked

“Not on a personal level, he was flirting with me at the bar last night. I turned him down cold he’s a total dick… but he doesn’t seem to be the one to give up easily either”

“You’re an adult, and I can’t tell you what to do… but just… for my sake please make good choices to when it comes to the men you sleep with” I know I am blushing red

“Mav… please I know we said we can talk to each other about anything… but this is too much” he chuckled

“Ok, I promise conversation over”

“Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to work. I work till 2:00 and please don’t feel like you need to wait up. You need your rest”

“I will stay up, I can’t sleep till I know you’re back at the house safe and sound” I rolled my eyes “Let me walk you out” I smiled we walked to the front of the building, and Mav held the door open for me. I walked out the door just as Hangman is walking in.

“Well, Well, Well look who it is… I knew you couldn’t resist me”

“Excuse me?” I asked

“You’re here to see me right?” I started laughing

“No, I’m here visiting Maverick” his eyes went wide, that’s when he looked and noticed Mav standing there too.

“Mav I’ll see you tonight”

“See you tonight, sweetie” he kissed my cheek and I walked away without a second glance at the cocky pilot

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The bar was surprisingly not busy tonight, I had only served max 10 customers in the 3 hours I’ve been here. Because we weren’t busy Penny said if I wanted to I could sit at one of the booths and work on my art project. I told her what I was doing and she told me she knows how much Mav will love it.

I looked up when I heard the door chime, and I sighed when I saw Hangman walk in. I got up and walked back behind the bar.

“What can I get you?”

“Beer” he stated

“That’s specific” I said with a little attitude

“I don’t care, whatever” I rolled my eyes and went and poured my personal favorite.

“Here” I said

“That’s no way to talk to a customer” he said with an asshole smirk

“If you haven’t put two and two together… I don’t like you”

“Why… you don’t even know me” I smiled

“Yes… and I don’t want to” I said before walking back to my booth to put the finishing touches on my drawing. I sat there for a few minutes when Hangman sat down across from me. I groaned

“Can I help you?”

“You said you didn’t have a boyfriend” I looked at him confused

“I don’t”

“So, is he a fling or something? You don’t seem like the type of girl to be into men that age” I suddenly realized what he was implying and I started laughing hysterically “What’s so funny?” he asked

“You think, I’m sleeping with Maverick?” I said laughing some more

“Well it seemed that way, I mean he called you sweetie, and kissed you on the cheek” once I finally finished laughing, I said

“I went and visited my Uncle Maverick today”

“Uncle?” he asked and I could see he was a little embarrassed but that look quickly faded and his asshole smile returned “So you’re saying I still have a chance with you?” I groaned

"What part of I don’t like you… don’t you understand?” I said angrily

“That’s harsh for a man you don’t even know” he said

“I know your type, and I don’t like you” I heard the bell ring and looked up to see a man walking in “Now if you excuse me, I have to get back to work” I said

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A few hours later, the man who had thankfully interrupted my conversation was still sitting at the bar.. and he was completely drunk. He had been flirting with me all night, it was pretty harmless, but getting to the point of annoying.

“Sir, the bar is closing in about 10 minutes so…”

“Then pour me another beer… I didn’t have a good day… that was until I walked In here and saw you beautiful” I rolled my eyes, and placed his beer on the bar.

“Here you go sir”

“Danny”

“Sorry?” I asked

“My name is Danny” I simply nodded and walked around the bar emptying all the trash cans. I passed Hangman who never ordered another drink that night, just played pool, and sat at the bar watching me. I have to admit this man was determined. I went through the back door, to the dumpster when I heard

“You’re a sexy thing” I turned around and saw Danny standing there

“Did you follow me out here?” I asked

“Yeah, I was hoping we could get… better acquainted” I was suddenly extremely nervous

“Sorry, sir… I have a boyfriend” I said lying quickly “He’s a pilot in the Navy”

“Well, I won’t say anything” he said walking closer and kissing my neck

“Please, please stop… I’m not”

“C’mon sweet thing”

“No” I yelled and slapped him across the face, he grabbed my wrists and forcefully pushed me against the wall. “GET OFF” I said, I went to knee him, but it’s as if he predicted my next move and blocked me

“You have to be quicker than that sweet pea” I started crying

“Please, please stop” I said again. He didn’t quit though, he roughly ripped my blouse open. I kept doing my best to get him away from me, just when I was about to give up, he was forcefully pulled away from me.

“What the fuck man” Danny said

“She asked you to stop” I recognized Hangman’s voice

“This ain’t none of your business, man”

“You made it my business when you decided to force this woman into having sex with you”

“C’mon this bitch probably has sex back here all the time” I saw anger in Hangman’s eyes, then he punched Danny write in the nose, Danny fell back words and was knocked out cold. In that moment I let all my emotions out, I slid down the wall and started crying

“Hey, hey are you ok?” he asked

“Physically… I’ll probably have a few bruises tomorrow. Emotionally no” I said crying harder

“What can I do to help you?”

“Nothing… I just…let me cry” he nodded, he sat in front of me, and let me cry for about 15 minutes before he said

“You know I am told I give pretty good hugs” I let out a little laugh

“You really don’t give up” he frowned

“I’m not trying to flirt with you right now… you need a friend… and I know I’m not your friend… but I know you could use a hug” I forcefully threw myself into his arms. He rubbed his hands up and down my back… and I hate to admit it, he does give really good hugs. We sat there for a few minutes and when we broke apart he said “do you want to stand up?” I nodded, he stood up and then held his hand out to help me

“Thank You” I said “I… I’ve never experienced something like that… I was so scared”

“I was waiting for you to come back inside so I could tell you goodnight, and then I saw that dick head go out the back door, and when it was taking a while for you to come back in, I decided to come out here and check on you”

“I can never thank you enough”

“Enough to go on a date” he smirked

“Hangman…”

“Jake… my real name is Jake”

“Jake… why don’t we start off as friends and see where things take us” he smiled

“Deal” we started walking back inside

“Do you… do you mind walking me to my car?” I asked him

“Not at all” I smiled

“Thank You, let me get my purse” we went inside, I decided not to mention it to Penny, because I know she would tell Maverick and he’s got enough to worry about. I grabbed my art book, and my purse and we walked out the front door.

“So you like to draw?” he asked

“I just graduated from Art school”

“Really?” He smiled

“Yeah, I always loved to draw, paint, sketch… and well turns out I was pretty good” we got to my car and he said

“Well maybe one day you can show me something” I smiled

“Yeah, maybe”

“Anyway good night”

“Good night Jake” I said, before kissing his cheek he smiled brightly “I’m assuming I’ll see you tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, you will” he said before I got into my car, and drove off.

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[obxismylife2]

Savior (Rafe Cameron x y/n)

You're probably wondering what my parents' reaction was when they got home. Rafe told them about the rape, but with my consent because I couldn't do it. Well, they were worried about me the whole time they were gone on their second honeymoon, so it's a wonder they didn't squeeze me when they got home.

Of course, they both thanked the Camerons for taking care of me, and they especially thanked Rafe for keeping an eye on me the whole 14 days. I thanked him too, of course, because sometimes it messed up his plans, but he protected me in spite of it. Basically, we spent almost all of our personal time together.

Except he's been avoiding me for the past 3 months because whenever I wanted to see him I was told he was out somewhere and whenever I ran into him and he saw me he'd walk away. I don't know why, did I do something to him? I'd like to talk to him, but I'm not having any luck reaching him at home.

Right now John and I are on a boat trip, we wanted some time to ourselves to talk like brother and sister. We're not siblings by the way, he's just the brother I've never had. We've been lying around talking for about two hours now.

"Wow, the sun's going down, you want a ride home?" John asked, getting up to stretch his back. "You'd better" I put on a t-shirt and shorts as we also took a swim and John drove me to his cabin. We got in the Twinkie and drove to my house. At home I said hello to my parents and went upstairs to my room to take a shower when I noticed the lights were on in Rafe's room. I didn't hesitate for a second and ran out of the house to the Cameron's where Wheezie answered the door.

"Hi y/n" she hugged me and I hugged her back. "Hey Wheezie, listen is your brother home?" I asked immediately, not wanting to waste a second. "Rafe? No he's not, but Sarah said he should be here any minute. Come in, you can wait for him in his room" she stepped aside so I could step inside.

"Thank you" I patted her head and walked towards the stairs. "Yeah and I'll be in the living room if anything happens" she managed to yell at me before I climbed the stairs and entered Rafe's room. He must have forgotten to turn off the light, no one was here. It didn't look like it always did because he always kept the place kind of tidy, but now it looked like no one had been here in a while.

Clothes, stationery, papers, all strewn all over the room. Even the lamp from his desk had been dropped on the floor. Only his credit card was on the desk. I picked it up and noticed there was a little white powder on one edge.

I noticed something running across the bathroom floor. I turned on the light and saw drops of blood leading up to the sink where most of it was, and then a broken mirror caught my attention. There was Rafe's fist print in the middle from which cracks wound their way to the edges of the mirror. It looked like someone had hit it with all their might and cut themselves from the shards left in their knuckles, hence the drops of blood.

This is not good.

I was a little sick of the blood. Suddenly my phone started vibrating in my pocket. Rafe. I immediately clicked on the accept icon.

"Rafe! Thank God you-" "Hi, little flower," I could tell who it was from the voice. Barry. The person who runied Rafe's life and also r&p€d me. "You're probably wondering why I have Rafe's phone, the answer is easy. He owes me for merchandise and he hasn't paid up. The poor guy is now lying here in a pool of blood waiting for your salvation" I was shaking all over and slid down the wall to the floor.

"Y/n?" I suddenly heard Rafe's voice, but it didn't sound like it usually did. It was like Rafe was beaten and barely got my name out. "Please don't do anything he tells you to do" I suddenly heard a thump, Barry probably punched him and the sound was made by Rafe.

"I want you to bring me $75,000 in an hour or I'll shoot him. I'll send you the address" he didn't wait for my answer and hung up.

What the hell is going on again? And why me? Relax, y/n, calm down. Rafe's in danger. I have to act fast!

Within seconds, I got a text from an unknown number with an address. I noticed Rafe's car keys on the table, so I grabbed them, took a deep breath, and went home. Normally, I'd borrow my parents' car, but it's in the repair shop. The whole engine needs to be replaced.

Luckily, I didn't meet Wheezie or my parents. Back in my room, I grabbed my credit card and headed to the bank. I pushed the gas pedal all the way to the floor and when I was in front of the bank, I ran out of the car and smashed the front door. I ran up to the counter all out of breath.

"I need to withdraw $75,000 right away" luckily I had money in my own account to pay for college, but in the end I didn't want to continue my education. I was saving it for a major event, like a new place to live or a car, but I'd have to wait for that. Right now, my friend is more important.

"And the name?" The lady behind the counter asked some more questions about my account, then handed it to me in an envelope. "Thank you, you are someone's rescue" the lady was very nice and gave me a smile before I ran off. I threw the envelope on the passenger seat, started the car and pressed the gas pedal to the floor. I used the car's navigation to find the place I needed to go and within 20 minutes I was there.

As I grabbed the envelope, all of a sudden the glove box opened and a gun fell out. Jesus, Rafe! But it'll come in handy. I tucked it into the back of my shorts belt, put the envelope in my pocket and got out of the car. I was standing in front of a large and probably abandoned building. It had no windows at all, either the glass was broken or there were none. I turned on the flashlight on my phone and walked inside.

There were cobwebs everywhere, cracked rotten wood almost falling on my head and one beam almost killed me. Luckily I jumped in time, but again I almost choked on the dust that rose from the ground when the beam hit the ground. There was nothing downstairs, it was covered with beams and everything, so I went upstairs.

I was in some huge hall, and at the far end was a room with lights in it. Rafe! I immediately ran out and when I entered the room I saw Rafe lying in a pool of blood that was dripping from his nose and eyebrows, he was unconscious.

"Rafe!" I screamed and tried to run to him, but Barry stopped me with a gun to my forehead. Suddenly, I was back to the fear I had when he r&p€d me. My knees started to shake, my palms were sweating and my throat was dry.

"Money first, little flower" with shaking hands I slowly pulled the envelope with the money out of my pocket and handed it to him. He accepted the envelope and started to open it, not taking his eyes off me. My hands were still raised to my head and when he miscalculated he smiled at me tucked the envelope into his back pocket and continued to point the gun at me.

"Good to see you again flower, how about a repeat of last time?" He stepped closer to me until I was almost on the wall. "Don't you dare touch her!" suddenly Rafe knocked Barry to the ground until he actually knocked the gun out of his hand. Barry was on the ground and Rafe was sitting on top of him, punching him a shard as he was able to.

Suddenly they rolled over and this time Barry was on top. He started punching Rafe with his fists, I couldn't watch it so I pushed Barry to get him to fall off Rafe.

Only he grabbed my arm, so I fell with him and ended up underneath him. He grabbed me below the neck and started choking me. I tried to get his hands off of me with both hands, but unfortunately for me he was stronger.

"You shouldn't have teased me flower" he gripped my neck even tighter and I could almost see the darkness. Luckily for me Rafe wasn't unconscious and threw Barry away from me. I took a deep breath and tried to catch my breath. I had to clear my throat and roll over onto my stomach so I could breathe normally again.

When I looked at the fight next to me, I saw Barry beating Rafe. I picked up Rafe's gun and fired it at the ceiling. Barry got scared and got off Rafe. He was unconscious. I knelt down next to him and tried to wake him up.

"Rafe? Rafe can you hear me? Rafe please wake up" Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to wake Rafe up with little slaps.

"Rafe please don't do this to me" still nothing. With every passing second that I failed to wake him up, I was losing hope of ever seeing him happy and full of life again. Or that we'd go out again, to the movies, to the beach, to Charleston. It was like a piece of me was dying before my very eyes.

"Rafe please, I need you" after those words, one slap was all it took to finally wake him up. He slowly opened his eyes and frowned when he saw me.

"Are you okay?" Rafe let out, rolling onto his side to clear his throat. Drops of blood appeared on the ground. He's bleeding internally. Suddenly, I heard police sirens in the distance.

"You bitch, you brought backup, huh?" Barry pointed his gun at me. I did the same thing which he didn't expect and I fired right next to him as a warning. "I'm not afraid of you anymore." "Then you're gonna pay for this." he unholstered his gun and pulled the trigger.

Well, that's the end of me. I didn't even get to say goodbye to my parents, the pogues, and Rafe. At least I can protect him like this. I closed my eyes and resigned myself to my fate. I felt Rafe grab my shoulders and pull me down. I opened my eyes and saw a growing red spot on his chest.

When I realized what had happened I laid him on his back and tried to stop his bleeding chest with my hand. "Y/n" he couldn't speak, the bullet had probably punctured his lung, a stream of blood was pouring from his mouth.

"Rafe hang in there you'll be okay, just please stay with me" Barry meanwhile ran downstairs where the cops caught him, I know because I heard them calling for him to get down on the ground.

"Go to this address, I have all my savings stored there. It's....all yours. And the house is in your name, so you can live in it" He handed me the note with the address, which was now covered in blood, and closed it in my palm. "What?" I was completely confused. What savings? What house? And written in my name?

"I love you y/n, I tried to tell you before but I didn't want to rush it" I couldn't even see anymore, tears filled my eyes so much my vision blurred. I pressed one hand against Rafe's chest to keep him from bleeding and stroked his hair with the other.

He lifted his hand and stroked my cheek. It took a lot of strength, but he did it anyway. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. Then his eyes closed and his hand fell back to the floor. That's when the police burst in.

"Stand back miss," one of the cops pushed me away and immediately two others rushed over and pushed him to the spot where Barry had shot him. The cop led me out of the building and put me in an ambulance that was parked a short distance from the building.

"Are you okay, miss? Are you all right?" The young paramedic spoke to me, checking my eyes. The other one took my blood pressure and then threw a blanket over me.

"We're going to take you to the hospital," one of the doctors in the ambulance said as he sat me down on a gurney. The other closed the door and got behind the wheel. "Please there's another person inside, you have to save him" I cried there and he grabbed my shoulders and looked intently into my eyes.

"Calm down miss, the paramedics are already with him" we arrived at the hospital within minutes and I was taken to the emergency room. "Miss (your full name), born in (the year of your birth), abrasions, hematomas in the neck area, probably in shock" the paramedic said, handing some paper to the doctor.

"Okay, thank you" the paramedics left and the doctor gave me the same examination as the paramedic. "You look fine, we'll just keep you here overnight for observation because of your shock" the doctor said and then the nurse took me to my room.

"Nurse, will you please inform me when a young boy with a gunshot wound to the chest is brought in?" "What is your relationship with him?" "He's my boyfriend" I said without thinking and she put an IV in my vein.

"That's so beautiful, young love. He's been transferred to the OR now so you'll have to wait" She put the little pin that monitors heart activity on my finger and then left.

I couldn't sleep at all. The other day went out of my room and into the corridor. I looked around to see what floor I was on. I went to the elevators and noticed a sign that said 5. Floor. I took the elevator down and went to the front desk.

"Hello, could you please tell me where Rafe Cameron is?" I blurted out to the receptionist. "You arrived just before him, are you his girlfriend?" A young pretty girl asked. About my age. "Yes, I am."

"Rafe Cameron, 5th floor, room 114" she replied. "Thank you so much" I ran back to the elevators and wanted to press the button with number 5 on it but the nurse, who took care of me spoke up. "Hello y/n y/l/n, are you going to see him?" I nodded and she walked over to me and put a four-leaf clover shaped key ring in my hand.

"It's always brought me happiness, it brought a wonderful man into my life and I have a family with him. All my dreams have come true, so hopefully it will bring you that happiness too" I looked at it. It just fit in my palm, it was silver, it had a hallmark on the other side and it was a beautiful green color, like well watered grass.

"Thank you" I hugged her with emotion and then pressed the button to call the elevator. I stepped inside and pressed the number 5 button.

"Yeah and he should wake up today" she managed to say before the door closed. Wake up? Today? I smiled with joy and ran out of the elevator. I found Rafe's room and opened the door. He was still asleep. I closed the door behind me and sat in the chair next to him. I held the four-leaf clover in one hand and Rafe's hand in the other.

Please God, I pray to you that Rafe is okay.

I let go of his hand and brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen from his face. When I looked at him, he suddenly looked so beautiful. I've never had that happen before.

I remembered finding him lying on the ground in a pool of blood. It hurt me inside, Rafe's not a bad person, he's just misunderstood and looking for comfort, that's why he's doing drugs. It makes him feel powerful, capable of anything, but I'm gonna help him out. I'm not gonna let him ruin his life like that.

I'll never meet another person as kind and selfless in my life. I can't lose him, and I'll take care of it. I'll take care of him.

Suddenly, it's like a light went on in my stomach. The damaged butterflies seem to have recovered from their breakup with JJ and have a new lease on life. Like wild horses running for freedom in the open spaces that are their home. They have a home where they feel happy and safe. That's how I feel about Rafe. God sent him to look after me and make me happy. He's my guardian angel.

I kept looking at him and admiring his beauty. Detail by detail, he was etched in my mind. The longer I looked at him, the more I remembered every part of his facial features.

Suddenly, someone squeezed my hand. I looked down at my wrist and saw Rafe's hand.

[devilish-miasma]

hi!! may I get Dante’s reaction to a shy reader finding his dirty magazine collection while they’re cleaning up the shop??

thanks!

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Shy!Reader Finding Dante's Magazines

Content Warning: Slight NSFW ahead. Mentions of provocative magazines.

Dante was out on a mission, leaving you in Devil May Cry. Bored, you decide to clean the shop. It's a bit very messy, and he might appreciate it.

So, you put on your gloves and mask and get to work.

You dust, throw away old pizza boxes, take out the trash, and sweep. You even clean the bathroom. You notice magazines strung across the floor, so grab one in order to stack them neatly on Dante’s desk. As soon as you grab one and turn it over, you now understand the exact nature of these magazines. In bold print with a woman sitting in a provocative position, was a Playboy magazine.

Heat instantly pools on your cheeks and you throw it across the desk reactively (I believe that defeats the purpose of tidying up, (Y/N).) Although thoroughly embarrassed, you take a deep breath. What Dante has on his desk, or lack thereof, is really none of your business, anyway.

There are several other magazines, not just from Playboy. Morbid curiosity would tell you to look inside but whatever braincells you had left screamed at you to avoid looking inside as if it were laced in plague.

Despite your embarrassment, you pick up the magazines and shove them in the desk drawer. You simply try to forget about it and clean the desk.

You pay special attention to the portrait of Eva. You pick it up gently, though firm enough to not drop it. You notice through closer inspection that the portrait appears to be the most well-kempt object on Dante’s desk, your heart warming at the realization. You didn’t really need to clean it much at all.

Dante is a momma’s boy. You can pry this from my cold, dead fingers.

Dante returns an hour after you’ve finished cleaning. You look at him and smile, feeling butterflies when he returns your smile. He takes a look around, then whistles.

“Huh. It looks real pretty in here. Did you clean?”

You nod. “Yeah. I hope that’s okay.”

“Hey, you did a helluva better job than I could. You’ve saved me from His Highness’ whining.”

You giggle at that. It wasn’t hard figuring out who “High Highness” is.

Dante then notices the freshly ordered pizza on his desk. You see his eyes light up and he makes a beeline for his desk, plopping down on his chair and opening the box. He begins munching on a slice, looking around on his desk. You know what he’s looking for.

Instantly, a blush creeps up your neck. You awkwardly clear your throat, “They’re, uh, in a drawer.”

Dante pauses, then looks at you with a smirk. It's that damn smirk that makes your blush go wild. “I bet that was a bit of a shock, huh?”

You throw something at him. Dante laughs.

He teases you about it for the next few days. You know why he’s doing that: he wants a reaction out of you. The absolute devil wanted to see you blush. What really riles you up is when he says things like, “Y’know, if you were in one of those magazines, I’d go buckwild.”

Your face turns red as a tomato and your brain explodes. (It's up to you, dear reader, if you would hit him or hide.)

“I have never seen you blush so much in such a short amount of time.”

“Dante, you should really be addicted to shutting the hell up.”

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Read it on AO3 | Rules | Buy this devil a coffee

[hyogonokitsune]

blush -- suna rintarou x reader

here’s some soft suna smut, go fetch!

edit: here’s pt 2 and pt 3

virginity loss, slight praise kink, oral (f receiving), whoops! rintarou has feelings

4700 words

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You were not quite sure how you all ended up on this topic, but it didn’t surprise you one bit that Atsumu was the one to bring it up.

“So how old were ya when ya lost it?” he asked with a grin on his face.

Suna glanced up at the sky as he thought about his answer. “Fourteen, I guess.”  

“Ugh, man! You beat me!” Atsumu groaned in annoyance. “I was fifteen.” It was slight, but you caught Suna giving him a self-satisfied smirk. Atsumu turned to his brother next. “What about you, ‘Samu? I don’t think I ever asked.”

“Pfft, like hell I’d ever tell you,” was the only response he gave.

The four of you were walking through Inarizaki’s dark campus together after the team’s evening practice. It was early autumn, and although the days were still warm, the temperature at night was beginning to dip lower and lower. You shivered as a crisp breeze blew past, digging your hands further into your jacket pockets.

“What about you, y/n?” Atsumu asked, peering down at you. “How old were ya?”

You had hoped he’d forgotten about you, but now that he had directly asked you could feel your cheeks reddening slightly. “I, uh, I haven’t done it yet,” you answered sheepishly.

“What, seriously?! You’re a virgin?” Atsumu’s eyes widened in surprise, but they quickly squinched shut when Osamu smacked him on the back of the head.

“Yell it a bit louder, why don’t ya? I don’t think everyone on campus heard you, dumbass.”

“Ouch, sorry,” Atsumu muttered in apology, but your blush had already deepened. “I’m just a little shocked to learn that our precious manager is a virgin.”

“It’s not really that big of a deal, honestly,” Suna said, his voice low. It was a little unusual to hear him defend anyone, but you were grateful for it all the same.

“Ya know, y/n, if ya ever wanna lose your virginity, I’d be happy to help out,” Atsumu said, giving you a salacious smirk. You rolled your eyes at his offer, a small laugh escaping from your lips as you flicked him on the side of his head.

The path split then, and Suna turned left to continue on by himself to the campus dorms. He waved goodnight to the three of you, and you noticed that his eyes lingered on you for half a second too long before he turned away.

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 Click, click, click

Your thumb pressed repeatedly on the end of your pen as you stared hard at the words in front of you.

“Hey, knock it off.” You looked up at the sound of Suna’s voice, his irritation plain on his face. “It’s annoying.”

The two of you were sitting on the floor of his room, Suna propped up against his bed and you leaning against the opposite wall. Loose sheets of paper and an open textbook were on the floor between you as you both studied for an exam the next day.

“Sorry, I didn’t even realize I was doing it,” you muttered, turning your attention back to Suna’s notebook on your lap. You were reading through it, checking that there wasn’t anything he had written down that you had missed in class. In truth, you were finding it hard to concentrate on the notes, as something else was nagging at your thoughts. You hadn’t been able to shake the conversation you’d had the other night, and despite Atsumu’s suggestion, he wasn’t the one you had been thinking about since then.

You had heard rumors around campus, and stories from some of the girls in your classes. At first it had made you a little uncomfortable to know such personal details about someone you had to see every day, especially since he wasn’t aware that you knew, but over time you gradually got used to it, and you were beginning to wonder about what it might be like to experience that firsthand. You were sure that it wouldn’t get out. After all, those rumors that you had heard had come from the girls themselves, never him; if you didn’t tell anyone, no one would ever have to know about it. Besides, after two and a half years spent on the same team, you two had grown rather close. There were few people that you could trust more than him, and, in your opinion at least, that was the most important factor influencing your decision.

You just had to think of a way to tell him.

Suna’s low voice cut through the silence in the room. “Maaan, I’m beat. What time is it?” he asked, stretching his arms over his head.

You glanced at your watch, sighing a bit when you saw how late it was. “Half past ten.”

“Fuck.” He rubbed at his eyes. “I think we’ve crammed as much as we possibly can for tonight.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you replied as you stood up. The two of you started tidying up his room, and you gathered your books and pens into your bag.

“You want me to walk you to the bus stop?”

“No, I’ll be alright.”

“’Kay.”

You had your hand on the doorknob, ready to leave, but you found yourself unable to turn it.

“Suna?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, and when he turned to look at you, you felt an unexpected surge of confidence well up inside. If you didn’t tell him now, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to.

Dropping your hand from the doorknob, you angled your shoulders to face him head on, willing yourself to look him in the eye. “I want you to take my virginity.”

There was a slight widening of his eyes, almost imperceptible, but you caught it before his face fell back into its usual indifferent mask. There was a moment or two of silence, and you tried to keep yourself from panicking; maybe he was just trying to gauge how serious you were.

Eventually he spoke, the corner of his lip quirking up into a cheeky grin. “You sure you don’t want Atsumu to be the one?”

You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling. “I think I’d rather die, if I’m being honest.”

Suna laughed then, short but genuine, and you felt the tension ease from your shoulders. “I’ll do it, if that’s really what you want.”

You gave him a quick nod, hand reaching towards the door again.

“Come back here tomorrow.”

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 You knocked twice on Suna’s door and it opened almost immediately. He must have just recently gotten out of the shower because his hair was still damp, a droplet of water clinging to a lock of hair next to his cheek as he stared down at you.

“I was half-expecting you not to show up,” he said, a slight smile on his lips.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked as you squeezed past him to step into the room; he offered no response.

You dropped your bag and blazer onto his desk chair, and when you turned around Suna had moved into the center of the room, within arm’s reach.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” There was an uncharacteristic note of concern in his voice that made your heart melt.

You gave a slight nod, a small smile on your face. “I’m sure.”

Those two words were all he needed.

Suna closed the gap between you in one step. His left hand came to rest on your waist, his right moving up to cup your cheek as he leaned down to place his lips on yours. His kiss was unexpectedly soft, and you couldn’t stop a tiny gasp from escaping you in surprise. This wasn’t a Suna that you were familiar with; this was a Suna that was unbelievably tender with his touch, but you could feel a more passionate side simmering just beneath the surface by the way that his fingers ever so slowly applied pressure to your waist.

Unconsciously, your hands moved first to his shoulders, then to the back of his head, where your fingers buried themselves in his damp hair. Your touch encouraged him to draw you in closer, his arm snaking around your waist to press you against his body. His kisses were becoming firmer now, deeper, more urgent, his tongue slipping past your lips to brush against yours.

A feeling of warmth was in your chest now, spreading down throughout your body, and with it came a sudden feeling of uncertainty. Suna broke away from you and stepped back to sit on the edge of his bed, and the sight of him there suddenly stole away all the confidence you had felt earlier.

“Come here,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The sound of it made your legs feel weak, but you forced yourself to step towards him. His hands moved to your hips, intending to pull you closer, but you put your palms on his shoulders to brace yourself.

“Wait a minute,” you said, a little breathless.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” Your voice trailed off and you swallowed hard. “I’m just a little nervous.”

You were embarrassed to admit it, but to your surprise Suna smiled, and the gentleness on his face was reassuring. “Yeah, I think it’s normal to be a little nervous.” One of his hands left your hip to move to your elbow. His fingers dragged lightly down your forearm and wrapped around your wrist, so that he could lift your hand and press it against his chest. “I’m a little nervous, too.” You could feel his heart against your palm, beating a little faster and harder than normal. The proof of his own anxiety made all of your apprehensions disappear, and you leaned down to kiss him. Before he could deepen it, you broke away again.

“Suna?”

“Hmm?”

“Could we turn the light off?”

“Of course,” he grinned, leaning over to switch off the lamp on his bedside table.

The room became dark, but the sun had only recently dipped below the horizon and your eyes quickly adjusted to the cold blue light coming in through the window. Suna’s body was outlined against the bed, his features hazy in the dim lighting, but his eyes were clear as he gazed up at you, imploring you to come closer.

He guided you down onto his lap, one of his hands on each of your thighs to place them at his sides. His kisses were needier now, almost hungry in the way that his mouth moved against yours. His hands slid up to rest on your hips once more, and when he slowly tugged them closer, dragging you over his hardening cock, you couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled up from your chest. You could feel him grinning against your lips, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed, not when the feeling of his body under your hands was causing that heat to grow in your core.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Suna asked, his voice breathy and low. A blush crept up your face at his words, the tone of them so much more intimate than anything you’d heard before. You grinded against him again, causing him to moan lightly into your mouth.

Your hands slid down to press against his chest, fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt. He paused kissing you just long enough to take his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor before grabbing your waist and drawing you in even closer. Tentatively, you brought your hands back to his chest. The heat of his skin, the pounding of his heart, his heavy breaths emboldened you, prompting you to explore more of his body. Your fingers traveled lightly over his chest, across his collarbones, onto his shoulders, across the back of his neck, down to his shoulder blades; every place you touched gave way to growing desire.

Suna’s hands wandered up your stomach and over your breasts to undo the buttons of your blouse, but he couldn’t undo them fast enough for you; you suddenly couldn’t stand another moment with the fabric between you, you needed to feel your skin pressed up against his now. Your fingers moved to the bottom of your blouse and quickly worked their way upwards, meeting his in the middle before tearing the shirt from your body.

His eyes roamed over you and he whispered something that you couldn’t quite hear. Before you could say anything, his head moved to your neck, pressing hot kisses into your skin, down the column of your throat and over your collarbones. The top of his head tickled under your chin, making you giggle; his lips left your shoulder with a wet sound as he turned his face up to look at you, but you dug your nails into his arms and whimpered at the loss of his touch.

“Please don’t stop,” you breathed.

Suna gripped you tightly around your waist to lift you off of him and shift you so you were lying down on the bed, his body leaning over you. Pulling one of your legs up so that he could position himself between them, he resumed kissing your neck, his warm breath tickling your ear. His hands worked their way down your sides, a trail of goosebumps left in their wake, to come to rest at the waistband of your skirt. He lifted his head to kiss you on the lips briefly before carefully tugging your skirt down over your hips and off your legs. His eyes lingered on your purple lace panties, moved up to your matching bra, and finally to meet your own gaze.

“These are cute,” he said with a smirk, one finger lifting up the band of your panties and letting it snap against your skin.

“Shut up,” you groaned, covering your blushing face with your arm.

“Did you match these just for me?” he teased.

“I said shut up, Rintarou!”

You heard a sharp intake of breath, and lowered your arm to see that the look on his face had shifted into completely unconstrained desire. He kissed you then, tongue forcing its way into your mouth, greedily swallowing your moans. You could feel yourself getting wetter as he pressed his cock in-between your legs; the sensation was becoming almost too much to bear.

Suna pulled away suddenly, and a thin strand of saliva briefly connected your mouths, glinting in the low light. “Hey, do you want me to wear a condom?” he asked, rubbing his thumb slowly over your bottom lip.

“Oh!” You were lying in his bed half naked, and his tongue had just been in your mouth, but for some reason that question made you feel shy all of a sudden. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I’m, uh… I’m on the pill,” you told him, feeling your cheeks heat up again. He only nodded once before leaning in to kiss you again.

One of his hands slowly slid up your side to your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple through the fabric of your bra. When he broke the kiss to move his lips to your neck, you leaned forward slightly to unhook your bra, tossing it on the floor with the rest of your clothes. Suna sucked in a breath at the sight of you, gazing at you almost reverently before placing his lips back on your throat, letting his hand blindly fondle your breast. Moving slowly, he made his way down your throat and over your collarbones, planting sloppy kisses every few inches, until his tongue was swirling small circles around your nipple, feeling it grow harder at his touch. At the same time, his other hand was pressing into your hip, fingers digging insistently into the soft flesh. That hand now started moving down over the outside of your thigh, pausing almost at the knee before running back up along the inside.

You gasped when he touched your clothed pussy for the first time, his fingers brushing against your clit through the fabric. You would have felt embarrassed at the wetness you felt seeping through your panties, but the feeling of having him touch you in so many places was too good for you to care. He was rubbing circles around your clit, causing a knot to form deep in your stomach. You reached with both hands into his hair, gripping the back of his head tightly as a pitiful whimper escaped you.

“Oh, Rintarou…”

“What is it, baby?” He leaned forward to plant a kiss on your cheek, his hand still working slowly between your legs. “What do you need?”

Another pitiful sound left your mouth and your nails dug into his shoulders. He sat up straight, his free hand coming to rest on your leg as his other continued to draw soft moans out of you.

A new feeling had settled in your chest, a need that you had never experienced before. It wasn’t enough to have him simply touch you; you needed to feel him inside of you.

“Rin, please,” you practically begged him, reaching towards the waistband of his sweatpants.

He gently pushed your hands away, a low chuckle rising in his throat. “You’re not ready yet, baby,” he told you in a soft voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Groaning, you fell back into the pillow, your breath coming out harder as he started kissing the inside of your thigh, slowly, painfully slowly, moving closer to where the heat was pooling between your legs. Both of his hands now hooked under your thighs to rest on top of your hip bones, pinning you in place. He kept his eyes on your face as his tongue ran almost lazily over your panties.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, head tilting back and eyes squeezing shut.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, and you could hear the smile in his voice. He was still licking you agonizingly slowly, relishing the way you squirmed around him. “Do you want me to taste you, baby?”

“Mm hmm,” you answered, a little too quickly in your eagerness to have him touch more of you. He moved one of his hands to hook a finger under your panties, pulling them to the side to reveal your glistening pussy.

His mouth was on your bare clit now, and the sensation was overwhelming. It was different from all the times you had pleasured yourself; this was warm and wet and achingly soft, and it was causing the coil in your stomach to rapidly tighten. He hummed lightly, the vibrations running over your clit and causing you to practically scream. When he lifted his face away from you, you nearly cried. He slid your panties down your legs and tossed them on the floor, leaving you completely bare before him.

Suna leaned back down, tongue running up and down your folds, swirling around your clit, kissing all over your pussy. Every single contact made your back arch, made your hands grip the sheets a little more tightly. He traced a finger along the edge of your pussy, gathering up the wetness before slowly pressing it into you. You clenched around him as his finger curled up to press into the soft spot within you, the spot that made your breath catch in your throat. You opened your eyes to look down at him; his mouth and finger were still at work on your pussy, but his gaze was trained on your face, sage-colored eyes glinting in the dark.

The coil in your stomach finally snapped, your orgasm falling over you in waves of intense pleasure. Your toes curled, legs tensed up around his head, hands reached down to wind into his soft hair.

“Rin-Rintarou!”

Suna kept his face pressed into your pussy, sucking gently on your clit as you came around his finger. The overstimulation was becoming too much, and your breath was coming out in labored sobs.

“Rin, p-please, stop!”

Immediately, he pulled away, crawling over your body to kiss you hard on the mouth. “I like the way you taste, cutie,” he sighed into your ear, nuzzling at your neck. “And I love the way you moan for me.”

You were panting, still coming down from your high. Suna’s hand came up to caress your face, thumb rubbing gently over your cheekbones. He waited for your breathing to even out before sitting up to remove his pants. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his cock looked; you had no reference point, but you were pretty sure he was above average.

He lazily stroked his cock with one hand as he shifted your legs with the other, positioning himself close to your entrance. He dragged the head over your pussy, coating it with the wetness there.

Suna was looking straight at you again. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice breathless.

“Yes,” you told him. He leaned down to plant one more kiss on your lips, before slowly pressing his cock into you.

All the time he spent pleasuring you already ensured that you were relaxed enough to take him, but even so, he went slow. He sank in a few inches before pausing, allowing you to adjust to his size as he peppered your face with kisses, before giving you some more. It took a full minute before he completely joined his hips to yours, a soft groan escaping his lips.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, his voice impossibly soft.

“Yeah.” You gave him a small smile, hands running up the backs of his arms to rest on his shoulder blades. It felt so incredibly good to finally have him inside you, to fill you up completely. There had been a slight pressure when he first entered you, but that was subsiding now, and you could fully enjoy the way his cock stretched you out.

Suna pulled his hips away from you, his cock dragging slowly along your sensitive walls. The loss of him drew a soft whimper out of you, turning into a moan when he pushed back in. His pace was unhurried at first, but with each breathy sigh you made he increased his speed, pulling out a little further each time.

“Rin, oh, oh…”

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he moaned, lips capturing yours in a wet kiss. “You feel so good, baby.”

He bent down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth with just enough pressure to make your spine arch, fingers gripping his shoulders tightly to let him know that you wanted more.

“Rin, I-I… oh god-”

He straightened back up so he could look into your face, his thumb and forefinger continuing to play with your nipple. “Does that feel good?” he asked in a low voice. You nodded, eyes squeezed tight against the pleasure, and another soft whimper left your throat. “You’re taking my cock so well, baby,” he murmured; you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten at his praise. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, please, please…”

He quickened his pace even more, hips snapping into yours hard enough now to apply deliciously pleasant friction to your clit. You couldn’t have stopped the sounds leaving your mouth even if you wanted to; every thrust of his cock made you come undone a little more. The pleasure radiated throughout your entire body, making you feel slightly lightheaded.

Suna placed both hands on the backs of your knees and lifted them, pressing your legs towards your chest. The new angle of your hips allowed his cock to press into that spot inside you that made your breath burn in your lungs. The feeling was unbelievable; you had never felt pleasure like this before.

Your eyes snapped open. Suna was staring down, watching his cock sink repeatedly into your dripping wet pussy. When your hand gave his shoulder a small squeeze he looked up, eyes locking with yours. His face was etched with determination, all of his efforts going towards making you feel good. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his eyes contained something that you couldn’t quite place.

“Are you gonna cum for me, princess?” His voice was husky, gaze burning with desire.

“Yes, Rin, please don’t stop,” you breathed out between gasps.

He kept his pace consistent, hitting that sweet spot over and over and over again. Your nails were digging into his back, leaving tiny crescent-shaped indentations in his skin. The knot in your stomach was tightening, tightening, tightening—

“Rintarou!” you cried out as the second orgasm overtook you, breath catching in your chest. Your legs trembled under Suna’s hands as he kept fucking you through it, groaning as your pussy clenched around him.

He could feel himself getting closer. He slowed his pace, leaning over to press hard kisses into your neck as you came down from your high. When your breathing started to even out, his lips moved up over your jaw and to your mouth. You kissed him greedily, hands moving to entwine themselves in his hair.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asked, voice slightly hoarse. He was still moving against you, cock pumping slowly in and out of your pussy.

“Ah… oh,” was all you could manage to squeak out.

“Hmm?” He nuzzled his nose against your neck, warm breath tickling your skin. “Where, baby?”

“Inside… I want you to cum inside me,” you whispered.

With a groan, Suna started thrusting into you harder again. The wetness between your legs was audible with each stroke of his cock, and the sound of it only made him come closer to the edge. The sensation against your clit was pushing you into overstimulation, tears springing up in the corners of your eyes from the sheer pleasure. You reached down with one hand to grasp at his thigh, nails digging into the muscles working to join him to you, desperately trying to pull him closer, closer.

“God, I’m so close…” he murmured, face held so near to yours that your noses bumped each time he pounded into you.

“Oh, you feel so good,” you moaned.

“Can you say my name, baby?” His voice was hardly above a whisper.

“Rin,” you sighed, and his hips snapped into you almost urgently. “Please cum, Rin, I want you to cum for me…”

He buried his face in your neck, groaning deeply as he came. “Fuck.” You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, hot cum spurting deep into your pussy.

He was still for a moment, breathing hard against your skin, before slowly pulling out and rolling over to lie beside you. You felt some of his cum drip out of you, blushing at the sensation. The two of you were silent for a while, your panting breaths the only sounds in the room.

“How was that?” Suna asked eventually, turning onto his side to face you. You suddenly found yourself unable to look at him, pressing your face instead into the crook of his neck and humming contentedly. He chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?” he asked, an uncharacteristic note of concern in his voice.

“Not at all,” you told him. “I liked it.”

You fell silent again. With your body pressed up against his, you could feel the beat of his heart, slowly steadying from its rapid pace. His skin was so warm, and you didn’t even mind the slight sheen of sweat covering both your bodies. You took a breath, inhaling his scent; you couldn’t describe what he smelled like, you just knew that he smelled good.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you must have been lying there for at least a quarter hour. You lifted your head to look at him and saw that his eyes were closed. Did he fall asleep?

“Rin?” you asked tentatively.

“Hmm?” His response was a low rumble in his chest; you could feel the vibrations against your palm. His eyes were still closed.

“Why were you nervous before?” You wriggled in his arms a bit, trying to get a better view of his face. “I mean, it wasn’t your first time.”

He opened his eyes, only to glance at you briefly before turning his head to look up at the ceiling. “It was my first time with you,” he mumbled, so soft you almost didn’t catch it.

With your hand still on his chest you could feel when his heart started beating faster. Peering at his face in the dark, you could have sworn you saw Suna Rintarou blush.

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“James, have you seen my phone?” You ask, James’ attention snapping to where you were knelt on the edge of your shared bed, tossing aside cushions and lifting up the covers. “The phone is where it always is, dearest.” He offers, gesturing to the outdated corded telephone sat on a low table by the front door. “No, I mean my phone.” You mumble, pushing off the bed and beginning to rifle through the drawers of the dark oak nightstand positioned next to the pillows on your designated side. “Oh, you’re referring to that advanced device you always carry around?”  “Yeah,” you answered vaguely, slamming the bottom drawer of the bedside table shut before straightening, your hands coming to rest thoughtfully on your hips. “I could’ve sworn I left it here but it’s gone.” As you looked around the room, James gave a small shrug, his attention falling back to the book rested in his lap.  “Oh wait, I’m stupid - I left it in the bathroom.” You spoke more so to yourself, your words falling deaf on James’ ears, who was once again wholly concentrated on the novel clutched in his hands.

“Jameeees,” you sang whilst shouldering open the door to your shared suit. Your lover looked up from where he lounged in one of the plush armchairs positioned by the cold fireplace, open curiosity painting the pale planes of his face. You walked over to him, your hands hidden behind your back. Perching on his warm lap, you revealed the box you had been hiding with a flourish, presenting it to him with an enlivened flourish. He frowned softly in curious interest, taking the box from your hands and pulling the hastily tied ribbon undone. You watched, barely able to contain your excitement as he removed the lid of the box, carefully setting it aside before peering at the item that lay within. “It’s a phone!” You exclaimed, unable to help yourself as you reclaimed the box from his grasp, pulling out the phone and showing it to him.  “Now you won’t have to sit and stare at your telephone like a lost puppy every time I leave the hotel.” Your words brought a gentle scowl to his brow, his pride bristling at your suggestion; it was true of course, but James was far too ‘busy’ to ever admit it. “You’ll be able to call or message me from any room in the hotel.” A content smile replaced his scowl in response to your words as he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours in a cold touch as he took the phone from you. “This looks like the phone that Sally has.” He mused, turning the sleek device over in his hand to examine it. You hummed your assent. “Yep, it’s the same type of phone. I thought that’d be best, she can teach you a bit more about how to use it. But look,” you snatched the phone from his fingers, swiping on the screen and opening the camera app “it takes pictures! Good quality too. And you can download any apps you like, you can get all your books on here, watch movies, read the news, literally anything. Social media too, I could make some accounts for you if you’d like...?” You words trailed away at the sight of the slightly lost look displayed on his face as he blinked slowly at you, overwhelmed with the abundance of information you had just thrown at him. “Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly. “They’re easy to use I promise. And you have plenty of time to figure it all out on your own. I’ve already put my contacts on there so you can get into contact with my whenever and wherever.” The arm he had slung around your lower back tightened, pulling you into the warmth of his chest as he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. “Thank you, my love, it all seems extremely intriguing.” 

“My love, could you pass me a towel please?” James spoke from his spot before the shower he had just climbed out of, water running off his skin and pooling at his feet; he had forgotten to bring a towel into the room with him and there were no spares occupying the bathroom. “Dearest?” He called again, beginning to shiver slightly, his damp hair plastered to his forehead, beads of rapidly cooling water dripping from the heavy strands at the nape of his neck and trickling down the pronounced planes of his back. “Y/n?” He tried once more, a slight shade of growing exasperation entering his tone. The hard tiles of the floor were cold under foot as his bare soles padded to the door; he swung it open halfway before peering around it, scanning the room for any sign of you. His eyes stilled on the bed where you lay splayed out on your back, your eyes open as you stared at the ceiling, mind clouded in deep thought. The music you had blaring through your airpods drowned out any other sound and so you didn’t notice the bathroom door open and didn’t pay any attention when James spoke your name even louder, studying you from around the door in confusion. Eventually he pushed the door open fully with an exasperated sigh, looking right at you pointedly as he crossed the room, pulling open his wardrobe and crouching to retrieve a clean cotton towel from the compartment at the bottom. Straightening, he slung the towel around his shoulders, pouting softly as he retreated back into the bathroom, seeing that you still hadn’t noticed him crossing the room mere feet from you, completely exposed.

“Shall we go down to the bar this evening?” James questioned, craning his neck to look at where you bumbled around the room, tidying up a bit and humming softly to yourself. He waited for several beats, expecting a response before frowning when you didn’t so much as deign to acknowledge his question. “Y/n, darling?” He threw up his hands in exasperation when you still didn’t pay him any heed, focused on gathering up the few stray items scattered across the vanity and crossing the room to deposit them in the drawers of the bathroom. “Y/n.” He repeated, standing from his chair and trailing you to the bathroom, lingering outside the door and awaiting your return. You gasped when you bumped into his chest upon stepping from the room, a hand rising to cover your heart in shock. “You scared me.” You laughed breathlessly, reaching up to take one of your headphones from your ear. “What are you doing?” You asked, brushing past him to continue tidying up the room. “I’ve been trying to catch your attention, you’ve been blatantly ignoring me.” He sounded genuinely hurt and so you turned, quickly hurrying back over to him whilst shaking your head. “No, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry; I can’t hear you when I’m listening to music.” You explained, gesturing to the ear that still housed one of your airpods, the other clutched in your fingers.  “Oh. Is that what you were doing the other day? Listening to music? Because I was calling out for your attention and you didn’t pay notice.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” you offered, feeling guilty at the slightly disheartened look creasing his features. “Yes.” He sighed. “You were laying on the bed and I thought that you were sleeping but your eyes were open. I was concerned.” You smiled softly at this, reaching up to brush the stray strands of hair away from his ear. “I’m sorry, just come and kick me or something next time, but look,” you brought your airpod up to his ear, carefully wiggling it into place. He instantly brought his shoulder up to his ear, his neck bending at an extreme angle as he tried to cringe away from the music blasting through it. You laughed openly at his reaction, watching as he reached up to rip it from his ear. He twirled it between his fingertips, his lips parted in disturbed confusion as he examined the small device carefully before passing it back to you with a shudder. “That is an invention from hell.” He stated seriously, looking on in disgust as you inserted it back into your own ear with a giggle.

“I’m just going to run down to reception,” you shouted over your shoulder, opening the front door to you and James’ shared suite. “Why?” His voice was muffled, emanating from the door to his study that branched off the main room. “There’s a microwave in the staff room behind the front desk, I’m hungry.” There was a pause as James considered your words, before responding with: “A what?” You smiled softly, your hand aching as it struggled to hold the heavy door open. “Don’t worry, I’ll only be five minutes.”

Ms Evers watched from where she stood beside the large mahogany dining table as you and James pushed open the door to your rooms, arm in arm, talking fondly to one another. Her eyebrow raised in silent reprovement, the table before her fully laid, food already piled high on the plates arranged at either end. “Sorry, we’re a bit late.” You offered with a small, guilty smile, untangling your arm from James’ and making your way over to your seat.  “The food has long since gone cold.” She grumbled, scanning the table and the food she had so lovingly laid out, her hours of labour now seeming unsatisfactory at the sight of the meals having lost all warmth. “It’s okay.” You insisted. “I’m sure it’ll be just as delicious as usual.” Hazel took little comfort in your words but offered you a tentative smile regardless, stepping away from the table and readying to leave you and James to eat. “Or we can go and warm it all up again?” You suggested. She turned, regarding you with confused intrigue. “If I put it back in the oven, it will surely burn?”  Shaking your head, you reached for your plate, picking it up before skirting around the table and taking James’ in your hand, too. “Come on.” You encouraged over your shoulder as you walked to the door. “Let me show you both the miracle that is a microwave.” They trailed you all the way to the ground floor, the full plates of food heavy weights in your hands as you pushed open the door behind the front reception desk with a foot, kicking it open to allow James and Ms Evers to follow you through. There was a small kitchenette in the corner of the room, Liz and Iris turning from their positions lounged opposite one another on the worn couches that made up the drab common area for the hotel staff. You greeted them warmly before taking the food to the microwave; you put James’ plate in first, stepping aside to allow him to watch his food go round and round in marvelling interest. He flinched slightly when the timer went off, allowing you to push past him to pull open the small door and fish out his plate. It was steaming hot as it placed it before James on the counter, replacing his plate with your own. You were too busy watched your own food get the life revived back into it that you didn’t notice when James picked up a fork that was sat on the side, using it to spear a piece of potato and bring it up to his mouth. He gasped in startled pain as it passed his lips. “No.” You scolded, batting the fork away from his mouth as he chewed fervently, the food too hot in his mouth as he struggled to swallow. “It’s way too hot.” You sighed, rubbing his shoulder as he finally managed to swallow the small piece of food, glaring down at the rest of his plate in vexation. “I’ll get you some water.”

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For the second day of @jonmartinweek, mostly for the prompt "injury", though also a little bit "love confession" (by omission).

Set directly after episode 92. Content warnings for mild descriptions of Jon’s canonical injuries (blood, burns).

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Things are...tense, when they go back down to the Archives. Actually, “tense” is probably an understatement, after finding out that Elias murdered not only Gertrude Robinson, but also the unknown man in Document Storage—who as it turned out was none other than Juergen bloody Leitner.

A lot to take on board, all in all.

Basira seems to have accepted her new employment status with eerie calm, and starts setting up at Sasha’s old desk (oh god, Sasha’s dead, has been for months), fetching notebooks and folders from the stationery cupboard and arranging pens and highlighters in a desk tidy. Daisy is nowhere to be seen—thankfully, Martin thinks, because she was even scarier than usual in Elias’ office. Melanie storms off into the stacks and there are sounds of shouting and things hitting the floor, which Martin is in no hurry to investigate. Tim sits at his desk with his feet propped up for about five minutes, then stands up and says: “Fuck this, I’m off to the pub.” He doesn’t invite anyone else to go with him, and Martin thinks their presence probably wouldn’t be welcome.

Jon arrives in about half an hour later, smelling of fresh cigarette smoke. Normally Martin would disapprove, but the way things are right now he’s tempted to take up a few bad habits himself. Jon looks...exhausted, defeated, his shoulders slumped wearily. His clothes are smudged with dirt, and there’s drying blood crusted around the injury on his neck; the bandages on his hand are starting to slip, revealing the angry, raw burns beneath.

Martin’s not sure he’s ever been so happy to see someone in his life.

Jon gives him a small, tired smile as he passes, then heads into his office and shuts the door. Martin knows that no sane person would try to go straight back to work looking like they’d just been through a war zone and still with an open wound; he is also aware that Jonathan Sims is the sort of person to do precisely that. He hesitates for a few moments, then makes a decision.

He fetches the first aid kit from the break room, and goes and knocks on Jon’s door. It’s a firm knock, a knock that he hopes says “I’m coming in whether you like it or not”, because it’s not beyond Jon to try to avoid them all for an extended period.

“Come in,” Jon calls, and even his voice sounds exhausted. When he sees Martin enter the room, his expression softens in a way that’s difficult to parse. Is he just relieved that it isn’t one of the others? Or is he actually pleased that it’s Martin?

It’s been two months since Jon went into hiding while suspected of murder, and the last time Martin saw him he had been quite sure Jon was planning to—to hurt himself, somehow. Before that, though, there had been a time when they were...well, close, in a way. Jon had let his guard down around Martin, in the midst of being so suspicious and afraid. He had trusted Martin, when he didn’t trust anyone else, had eaten lunch with him and talked about boring, ordinary things, the tight set of his shoulders relaxing just a little. He had even laughed, sometimes. It had been, despite everything, one of the happier times in Martin’s life, and if that’s not pathetic he doesn’t know what is.

“Hi, Jon,” he says.

“Martin,” says Jon, his tone soft. “It’s so—ahh, how are you?”

“How am I? You’re the one with a bloody great gash in your neck and looking like you put your hand in a fire.” Martin brandishes the first aid kit. “You really should go to the hospital, but I know it would be a waste of my time suggesting it.”

“Thank you for bringing that,” Jon says. “I appreciate it. You can just leave it on the desk.”

“Nope,” Martin tells him cheerily, setting the kit down and opening it. “I know you, Jon. If I leave it with you it’ll still be sitting here untouched tomorrow. Plus, I got my first aid certification when I was working in the library. It’s probably expired now, but I think it still counts.”

Jon looks as if he’s about to protest, but then he huffs a breath that might be a laugh, and nods in concession.

“All right then,” he says.

Martin snaps on a pair of disposable gloves and directs Jon to sit on the desk and undo the top two buttons on his shirt, so Martin can examine the wound on his neck. It’s shallow, fortunately, and the bleeding seems to have already stopped. Martin cleans away the crusted blood as gently as he can, though Jon still winces a few times.

“What happened?” Martin asks, as he smears on antibiotic cream.

“Daisy. She, ah, she decided that I was dangerous. Needed to be dealt with. Fortunately Basira was able to convince her otherwise.”

“Bloody hell,” Martin mutters. He’s not sure why he’s surprised; he’s always felt afraid around Daisy, like a rabbit being in the same room with a fox. But he just sort of assumed it was typical Martin fear of, well, everything. He never thought Daisy would actually hurt any of them. He applies a bandage carefully over the wound, and then turns his attention to Jon’s hand. Unwrapping the bandages reveals the red, blistered mess beneath, and Martin hisses in sympathy.

“Please tell me you went to the hospital for this.”

“I went to a walk-in clinic,” Jon says. “They cleaned it up, gave me some antibiotics and painkillers. They, uh, they did recommend I see my GP for follow up monitoring, and that I should get a referral to a physiotherapist, but, well, it’s been a busy few days.”

“Jon,” Martin sighs, exasperated, and Jon smiles a bit shakily.

“I know,” he says. “I will go to a GP, I promise. It’s just a bit tricky when you’re wanted for murder. Anyway, it seems to be healing rather well, all things considered.”

Martin considers whether to apply antibiotic cream, but the skin doesn’t seem to be broken, and he knows it’s best not to touch the area more than needed. Instead, he rewraps it with clean, dry bandages, being sure to keep them loose.

“How did this happen?” he asks, to distract himself from the fact that he is, technically, holding Jon’s hand. Jon gives a self-deprecating laugh.

“I, uh, I was trying to get information from a devotee of the Lightless Flame. This was her price.”

“The Lightless Flame? That cult—from the statements?”

“The same. As it turns out, a—a lot of things from the statements are real. Unpleasantly so.”

“I—yeah, I sort of figured that out when Tim and I got trapped in these weird corridors for days by that Michael...thing.”

Jon’s face blanches, his brows furrowing.

“You—god, Martin, I didn’t know. Are you—I mean, you’re okay, obviously, but— Have you seen Michael since?”

“No, and I hope I don’t.” Martin feels faintly nauseous at the memory. He doesn’t realize his hands are trembling slightly until the fingers of Jon’s hand, the unburned one, touch his wrist.

“I’m so sorry, Martin,” he says. “When I realized a-about Sasha, about that thing, I hoped I could take care of it myself, spare you and Tim. I never wanted to drag you into all this.”

“I don’t think there’s much avoiding it,” Martin mutters miserably. “And you didn’t seem to mind dragging Melanie into it, while you were on the lam.”

“I shouldn’t have asked her for help either. It wasn’t fair to put any of you in the position of aiding a suspected murderer.”

“I never believed you did it,” Martin tells him fiercely. “It just would have been nice to know you were okay, you know?”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I—I wanted to contact you, but it seemed too risky. I knew the police would be watching you, since we’re friends. Or—or at least friendly.”

Everyone I’ve talked to says you and him were close. Martin had been ridiculously pleased by the accusation at the time, and he feels the same now, with Jon’s injured hand cradled in both of his. Jon trusts Martin with his wounds, his vulnerability. Jon wanted to contact him; Jon thinks they’re friends.

“I—” Martin starts to say, and he doesn’t know if his next words will be I missed you or I worry about you or some humiliating romantic confession blurted out and impossible to take back. He draws a deep breath, and instead says: “I’m glad you’re back, and that you’re okay. I don’t have that many friends, I can’t afford to lose one.”

He says it like a joke, and mercifully, Jon takes it as one, and gives a relieved laugh. Martin realizes he’s long since finished bandaging the burn and is now just sort of...holding Jon’s hand; he releases it, reluctantly, and Jon smiles, lifting his other hand to touch the bandage on his throat.

“Thank you, Martin,” he says, hopping down from the desk. “I appreciate it, really.”

“As a token of your appreciation, you can go ahead and make a doctor’s appointment for that hand,” says Martin firmly, closing up the first aid kit.

“I will,” Jon says solemnly, and Martin believes him, but he’s also going to check in and remind him at the end of the day because Jon has a tendency to forget about trivial things like his own wellbeing. It’s just who he is, and Martin’s made his peace with it, like he’s made his peace with being utterly, hopelessly gone for Jonathan Sims.

“I was going to make some tea, if you fancy,” he says as he opens the door. “You look like you could use a cup.”

“Oh, yes, that would be lovely, thank you. Oh, and Martin?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad I’m back as well. I—” Jon hesitates a moment, then says: “I missed your tea.”

It’s not much of a declaration, but Martin understands what Jon means by it; for the two of them, it means a lot.

[cherrycocaineee]

13. Dean Winchester - Confession

    Bobby was sitting at his desk flipping through the millions of dusty, old, torn books he had collected over the years when I came down the stairs, carrying my purse along my shoulder. The sound of my small feet thumping against his creaky wooden floors caused him to look at me. He was already drinking scotch this early in the morning and the tired, purple bags under his eyes proved that he had a restless night just like usual. I smiled sympathetically at him as I approached, getting a large whiff of the liquor he was pouring down his throat. I could hardly count the number of times I’ve warned him and the boys about drinking so much, yet they never listened. Though I didn’t really expect them to, considering all of the things they’ve seen in their lifetime.

  “Where are you off to?” He asked, pouring himself another glass of scotch.

 “We’re low on groceries,” I hummed, “so I’m going down to the market to pick some stuff up. I’ll make breakfast when I come back, okay?”

   “I’ll hold ya to that. You need any money?”

 I shook my head and patted the side of my purse before leaving for the market. It wasn’t a long trip, it was literally a block from where Bobby lived. When I arrived at the small, yet vibrant place, I inhaled the sweet scent of freshly picked produce and other aromas. Inside I pushed the basket around and collected everything we needed for the house: fresh produce, meats, bread, eggs, and much more. Considering how much fast food I use while travelling with the boys, I was happy to find a place that sold freshly grown fruits and vegetables, and freshly cut chops of meat, and more. I spent an hour in total at the market before paying for my groceries and heading back to the house.

  While carrying all of the paper bags inside, I could hear talking going on inside. I shook it off as Bobby being on the phone and continued.

  “Bobby, I’m home,” I called, “I’m about to start breakfast, so why don’t you trade that scotch in for a cup of coffee.”

  The voices from the other room quieted down just as I placed the groceries on the kitchen table. I walked out of the kitchen and saw Bobby standing in the middle of the room with none other than Dean and Sam. My eyes widened at the sight of them. The last time I saw Sam was when he jumped into the cage, holding Lucifer in and knocking Michael inside too. And Dean, well, I hadn’t seen him since he went to live with Lisa and Ben. It had hurt a lot when he left too, not wanting to stay with Bobby. Not wanting to stay with me. But I didn’t make a big deal about it despite being madly in love with him. Though I’d never tell him that since he was in love with Lisa.

  “Hey, Persephone,” Sam and Dean said simultaneously, making my eyes water.

  “Hey,” I whispered, a smile forming on my face.

  I walked over to them and embraced them both, feeling their large, muscular arms wrap around my thin frame as they held me close. As I pulled away from the hug, Lisa popped her head around the corner. My chest was tightening as I saw Dean walk over to her. They went off to speak to one another, I cleared my throat and turned my attention to Sam.

  “When did you get back from hell?” I asked.

  From the look on his face and the way he was rubbing the back of his neck with his rough hands, I knew there was something he wasn’t sure he wanted to tell me. Or at least the truth anyway. But he decided that he’d tell me in the end.

 “A year, actually,” he muttered.

  My forest green eyes widened at his words. I spent the next fifteen minutes tearing a new one into both Sam and Bobby, who had been hiding this from me the entire year, then returned to the kitchen to cook breakfast. There was a mix of frustration, betrayal, and other emotions mixing up inside of me as I started scrambling the eggs and cooking the sausage and bacon. Quiet sizzling could be heard throughout the kitchen, masking the sound of my humming while I cooked. As I was moving on to the coffee, I heard footsteps coming from behind me so I swirled around to see Dean walking in. He didn’t look too happy either.

  “Did you just find out that Sam’s been back for a year too?” I questioned, throwing away the old coffee grounds into the trash.

 “Well yes,” he stated, “but that’s not while I’m upset.”

  I had started plating the food by then, starting off with Ben’s since he was here and was probably hungry.

  “What’s going on?”

  I set a cup of coffee down in front of him.

  “Sam needs my help hunting a Djinn,” he answered, “and I’m worried because the things might come after Lisa and Ben.”

  Honestly, I should have seen that coming. Sam, despite being back from hell, wouldn’t have asked Dean for help if it wasn’t life or death. It made me wonder if they’d only come to drop off Dean's family or to ask me to help. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t jealous of Lisa, in fact, I was happy for her and Dean. It just hurt every time I saw them together.

  “So that’s why you brought them to Bobby’s,” I whispered, buttering some fresh French bread, “so we could watch them while you guys hunted the Djinn?”

  “Well actually,” Dean said, placing his cup on the table, “just for Bobby to watch them. You’re coming with us right?”

  A small, sad smile appeared on my face as I lifted up Bobby’s plate while shaking my head.

 “I don’t hunt anymore, Dean. When Sam jumped into that cage and you left to go live with Lisa and Ben, the two of you left me behind. So I just stopped hunting. Now I just clean up and cook while studying.”

  “Studying?”

  “I started going back to school. Granted it’s online but I figured I might as well get an education.”

  It was silent between us, so I just walked away and headed towards Bobby with his breakfast. He was sitting at his desk once again when I arrived and graciously welcomed the warm food. I went back into the kitchen, where Dean was still sitting, and picked up the plate for Ben then headed upstairs to give it to him.

  Lisa was unpacking their overnight bags when I reached the room they were staying in. Ben was sitting on the bed, playing some video game on his gaming device. Tapping on the door, I caught their attention and smiled welcomingly.

  “Hey,” I said, “I’m Persephone, a friend of Sam and Dean’s. I made your son some breakfast if he’d like to eat.”

  A smile appeared on her face in return, “thank you, Persephone. I’m Lisa and this is Ben.”

  I didn’t tell her that I already knew her name, that would be rude. Instead, I shook her hand and placed Ben’s food down on one of the nightstands. He thanked me and started shoveling food inside his mouth fast. It reminded me of how Dean would eat when he was in a rush. Swallowing the forming lump inside my throat, I left the two of them to finish unpacking. Halfway down the stairs, I froze and gripped the railing tight. My heart felt like it was racing, tears were streaming down my cheek as I tried to collect myself. Wiping away the unwanted water leaks, I sighed softly and went downstairs. Sam and Dean were getting ready to leave when I made it to the main room. The two Winchester brother’s faced me when I entered.

  “You sure you don’t want to come, Perse?” Sam inquired.

 I held up my hands and giggled, “no thanks. You guys be safe.”

  I hugged them tightly, almost relaxing when I felt the safety of their embrace. They said a final goodbye to Bobby and I then left for wherever it was they were going to hunt this monster. Bobby returned to his breakfast and I went into the kitchen to pack up the leftovers and clean up. Once the kitchen was tidied up, I headed back upstairs to my room to get some reading done. I had some homework assignments that were in desperate need of doing before midnight tomorrow and I liked to stay ahead of the clock.

  Hours and hours passed before I finally passed out while reading my book. No dreams occupied my slumber while I napped, however, I was eventually awakened by the sound of someone knocking on my door. Stirring around in my covers, both eyes pried themselves open and stared at the dimly lit ceiling before looking to my right and seeing it was well past three o’clock in the morning. Another knock echoed throughout the room and I finally dragged myself out of the comforting quilt and onto the assaulting, cold floor. I rubbed my eyes to wipe the sleep away and pulled the door open. Lisa was standing on the other side, holding a plate in her hand.

  “Bobby said that you were up here studying, and you missed dinner,” she said, “did I wake you?”

 “Yeah,” I groggily whispered, “but it’s okay.”

  I took the plate from her and saw that she had cooked some chicken noodle soup. It smelled great, reminding me of my early years in life when I still lived with my mom. She followed me inside of the room as I sat criss crossed on my bed with the soup in hand, smelling the melted butter on the toast. My eyes met the clock once again and was astonished to see that I had slept and studied for such a long time. It felt like only seconds ago that it was morning and I had just finished cooking breakfast.

 “Persephone,” Lisa said while I slurped the soup up, “I’m sure you’re aware of the things Sam and Dean do, right?”

  “Of course,” I answered before scooping another spoonful of soup in my mouth.

 “How were you okay with it? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Dean and I understand that he’s gotta do what he has to, but sometimes I worry that he’ll come home hurt or something will follow him home.”

   Though there was a ping in my chest when she said she loved Dean, I couldn’t help but smile at how worried she was for him. It was something that he definitely needed since he was always worrying about other people. I placed the plate onto the empty nightstand and scooted closer to the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to me. When Lisa sat down, I took her hands into my own.

  “It’s a lot to process,” I whispered, “when I met Sam and Dean, I was so unsure about leaving everything I knew to travel with them and fight all of those monsters. But I know deep down in my heart that they would never let people they love get hurt and they’ll die trying to protect those they consider family. Especially Dean. What you can do for him, is just be there, even if it’s hard. Because at the end of the day, he needs that most of all.”

   The two of us shared a hug before she agreed she would do her best to make Dean feel loved and secure. After saying goodnight to me, she retreated back to her room, closing the door behind her. When she was out of sight, I grabbed my soup again and slowly started slurping it up again. It was comforting knowing that she would be taking care of Dean. Once he came back, I’d persuade him to go back with Lisa, telling him that he deserved to be with someone that made him happy.

   The next day came quickly and I hadn’t fallen back asleep after my conversation with Lisa, so I spent the rest of the entire night reading. Soft, illuminating rays of sunshine burst through the clear, white curtains in my room as I finished throwing on a short-sleeve, white, shirt that only tied close. Running my fingers through my brushed hair, I fixed up any lumps that were visible.

  Bobby was asleep at his desk when I reached downstairs, so I went over to him and wrapped a blanket around his snoring body. Picking up his almost empty bottle of scotch, I carried it back to the kitchen to put it away and make a new pot of coffee. Wanting nothing more than to sit outside with a non-school book and my delicious morning nectar, reading as the sun played against my pale skin. There was no telling when Sam and Dean would be home, along with there being no way of knowing when they would wake up. So I wanted to get in as much peace and quiet as possible before the day began.

  With the coffee cup in my right hand and a good book in the other, I sat on the back of one of Bobby’s rundown cars and started reading. Four chapters in and I was already getting up to make myself a second cup of joe. Just as I slipped off the back of the rusted car, Dean and Sam pulled up. The sun was only just inching towards the middle of the sky when they arrived. Both climbing out of their seats, I noticed that they were not only tired but relieved.

  “How’d it go?” I inquired, “seemed pretty quick.”

 “It went fine,” Sam replied, “except Dean’s got a big slash on his arm. They came right at us.”

   I went over to Dean and saw that he had wrapped his cut in a cloth but the blood was still leaking through. Clicking my tongue, I shook my head while leading the two of them inside. Sam explained on the way that they had figured that the Djinn were targeting both of them, so they went back to Dean’s home and waited there. When Dean noticed that his friends and neighbors were being killed, he ran to help and ended up almost dying. But Sam helped him. The fight raged on but in the end, the Winchester boys came out on top. Sam went to wash up while I started taking care of Dean’s wound.

  With the First Aid Kit laying beside me on the kitchen table, I unwrapped his wound and gulped at the sight of it. Dean chuckled.

  “Makes you miss the old days, huh?” He laughed.

 “Not really,” I giggled, “a lot of it may have been great but watching the two people I cared the most about get injured was never easy.”

  “It was never easy watching you get hurt either.”

 I cleaned up the wound and sprayed some of the cleaning solution on it causing Dean to wince. It made me laugh because of how soft he had become in the last year. After rewrapping the wound in a proper bandage, I threw everything else away and put the first aid kit back in its rightful spot. When I looked back at him, I saw that he was staring at his hands.

  “Are you thinking about leaving Lisa and Ben?” I asked, returning to the table.

  “I’m not sure,” he stated, “if I leave them, more monsters could show up looking for me and hurt them, but if I stay then even more monsters will show up and hurt them to get to me.”

  “But at least you’d be there to protect them.”

 His perfect, bright green eyes met my own darker, emerald ones.

  “If you left Lisa and Ben today, then you would never be able to forgive yourself if they got hurt without you being there. However, I know, and Lisa knows, that you would do anything for the people you love. So maybe you being there is what’s best right now.”

   The words seemed to sink in before he nodded in agreement.

 “Then it’s settled. I’ll be going back with Lisa and Ben when they wake up.”

   I squeezed his shoulder and sat down at the table. Running a shaking hand through my hair as a soft sigh left my lips. I don’t know what came over me, all of a sudden I felt that maybe I should say something to him if this was the last time I’d see him. I had no intention of breaking him and Lisa up but I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. It was practically tearing me up inside.

  “Dean, there’s something I need to tell you before you go,” I whispered.

 “What is it?” He asked, his eyes never wavering away from me.

  My palms felt sweaty and my throat felt drier than I had ever felt before. Taking a deep breath, I faced him and smiled. I chickened out.

  “I’m going to miss you.”

  I went to go back to my room, but Dean grabbed my wrist stopping me from leaving. I clenched my fist tight and turned around, not ready to face him because I knew he could read my face like a book. He stood there holding my arm, not tight but not lightly so I would stay there.

  “That’s definitely not what you were going to say,” he said, “tell me.”

  With a final deep breath, I nodded my head, “I love you.”

  His eyes widened and he dropped my hand, letting it drop to my side. I felt it sway before coming to a slow stop. Then I held it to defend myself.

  “I’m not saying this to break you and Lisa up,” I said, “I want you to go with her and be there for Ben. But I also wanted to let you know, in case we never saw each other again.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He croaked, and I thought that I could see tears in his eyes.

 I could only shrug my shoulders, “with everything going on, it just didn’t feel right. And then you wanted to go live with Lisa after Sam was gone so I just never told you.”

   Our conversation was interrupted by Ben and Lisa running into the kitchen, Bobby walking behind them, and embracing Dean. They were happy that he had come home with hardly any injuries. Dean wrapped his arms around them both but he was staring at me. I smiled sweetly, holding my hands in front of me while watching them be reunited. Lisa and Ben were ready to go home with Dean, and even though I knew Dean wanted to stay and talk more about what I had just confessed, I helped push him out the door. If he stayed any longer, I was definitely going to want him to stay forever. But I couldn’t be selfish. Sam, Bobby, and I stood at the front door and waved as the three of them drove off. When they were out of sight, my hand dropped. I felt Bobby place his hand on my shoulder and look at me with understanding.

  I wasn’t sure when the next time I would see Dean again, but I knew that it wasn’t going to be any time soon. And if I was being honest, I didn’t want to see him again. He needed to be with Lisa.