#so i had to get all the tissue blocks melted back down and sent to me to fix. its all good now but broooo i was scared as hell

[wetslug]

made a potentially big fuckin mistake at work but i caught it just in time. it had me sweating and squarking for real

[the-travelling-witch]

summary: maybe telling your competitive athlete of a boyfriend you’d never orgasmed before wasn’t as much of a smart idea as you initially thought it was because he saw it as a challenge

pairing: post-timeskip! suna x fem!reader

warnings: [nsfw drabble, minors dni], fingering (f! receiving), pet names, (slight) marking, soft! suna, size difference/kink if you squint

a/n: trying something new and officially losing my seiso status after my best friend, @mari-on-dragonspine and @zhongrin bullied me into posting this; minors seriously stay away or i’m calling your moms (i encourage you to block the #minors dni tag)

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“Does this feel good, pretty girl?“

You knew there was no need to answer your boyfriend’s question, not with the way you could feel Suna’s smirk curl against the side of your neck. No, he was well aware of the effect he had on you as you sat spread open in his lap, your knees hooked over the taut muscle of his thighs and your back pressed against his solid chest.

But you wanted to answer him anyway. Or at least you tried. As you opened your mouth to string together any of the words you could still recall after the first orgasm your boyfriend had coaxed from you, Suna gave a particularly deep thrust of his fingers, causing nothing but a strangled moan to escape your lips, mixing with the lewd squelching of your pussy around his digits.

Maybe telling your competitive athlete of a boyfriend you’d never orgasmed before wasn’t as much of a smart idea as you initially thought it was because he saw it as a challenge. Before you could so much as laugh off your statement, you already found yourself trapped in his strong embrace, the phone he was scrolling through previously discarded somewhere on the mattress. 

“So, you’re just now telling me nobody’s ever made you cum before? Not even your own fingers?” Despite the warmth of his breath against the shell of your ear, his low voice sent shivers down your spine. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his fingers ghosting up the side of your thighs as you melted further into him. “Do you want my help with that, pretty thing? Need to hear it from you, baby.”

“Yes, please, Rin. I need you.” The whiney edge to your tone had him suppress a groan and made blood rush down south faster than he’d like to admit.

“Anything you want when you ask this nicely,” Suna hummed as one hand slid under his shirt draped over your body, brushing a thumb against your pebbling nipple before kneading the soft tissue of your tit in his calloused palm. The other hand was hooking into the waistband of your panties as he distracted you with a soft kiss. With the flimsy material gone, there was nothing between the rough pads of his fingers and your soaking folds. Your boyfriend let out an appreciative whistle as you keened at his touch. “So wet already and I’ve barely done anything yet. Now be a good girl for me and relax while I make you feel good.”

And good did he make you feel. With his large body engulfing yours, it felt as if his roaming hands were everywhere. One moment, he was holding your leg open in a tight grip to give himself more room to work the fingers of his other hand deeper into your aching core; the next, he was rolling your nipple between his digits and lightly tugging to get you to arch your back for him, all the while grinding the heel of his palm against your sensitive clit.

Throughout it all, Suna had been decorating the skin of your shoulders with blooming reds and purples, searching for the one spot that would have you crying out for him. And once he found it, he made sure to exploit that weakness of yours thoroughly as your head knocked to the side to give him more access. When his mouth wasn’t busy sucking and licking along your skin, your boyfriend hooked his chin over your shoulder and watched how your pussy swallowed his fingers whole as he whispered praise into your ear.

“Look at you, taking me so well, pretty baby, it’s like your cunt’s sucking me right back in. Keep making those pretty noises for me, yeah?” he cooed. Curling his fingers into you, he grazed that spongey spot inside of you, which had your knees jerking up and forced a moan from you at the sudden pleasure. Suna couldn’t suppress the deep chuckle at your reaction before wrapping his arm under your thigh again to keep you wide open for him. “That’s the spot isn’t it?”

“Ah, fuck, Rin– Feels so good… Please, don’t stop, I’m so close,” you panted, your toes curling against the mattress. The needy roll of your hips in an effort to chase your high made his cock twitch and a hiss escape him as you pressed yourself further back into him. 

“Yeah? You gonna be good and give me another one?” The added pressure of his thumb drawing figure eights on your clit had you throwing your head back against his shoulder, writhing in his hold, as he continued to abuse the sensitive spot you could never reach on your own with precise thrusts of his thick digits. “Shit, I can feel you clenching down on me real fucking tight, princess. Go on, want you to make a mess on my fingers.”

That was all it took for the winding coil inside your stomach to snap, as you came all over your boyfriend’s hand with a choked up cry of his name as your thighs shook from the pleasure, stars dancing behind your shut eyes. Suna let you ride out your high, all the while rubbing comforting circles into your hip with his free hand while you dug your nails into the fabric of his sweats.

“You did so well for me, pretty girl, looked so beautiful cumming from just my fingers.” Despite the hushed softness in his voice, you could identify the smug undertone even in your dazed state. “Bet you’d look even better cumming on my cock though.”

Offering a breathless laugh, you pressed your ass down into his bulge again, peeking one eye open to watch as he bit his lower lip.

“Wanna put your theory to the test?”

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[spideymarvelws]

could you do like a dom wanda and peter x reader smut 😳

my bi ass is screaming🥵also this is my first time writing a threesome and smut for a female character so im sorry if things are a bit iffy

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Warnings : SMUT! (aged up-dom!peter, dom!wanda, sub!reader, bondage, choking, degrading, oral[fem rec], innocence kink? master kink towards the end, slapping, spitting kink, obsessive behaviour)

Word Count : 2.0k

Pretty Little Thing

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

“She’s a pretty one isn’t she?” Wanda slurred, looking down at your kneeling form on the floor. Your back was slouched, chest rising up and down with heavy breaths after Peter finally released your mouth from around his cock. It was a pleasing sight, seeing you so fucked out and vulnerable, your eyes practically begging for more even though your body was so worn. Even with your hands webbed behind your back, you managed to shuffle forward just a little on your knees, chasing after his member like a desperate whore.

“The most beautiful thing in the world.” Peter cooed, letting the pads of his fingers travel down the side of your messy face, lightly scoffing when you nudged your cheek into his palm, “Needy thing too.”

Wanda laughed, the humiliation sending a wave of arousal to your neglected heat. You wanted to talk, to beg for them to do something, anything. But the red ring of magic around your throat contracted every time the thought of opening your mouth crossed your mind. Unless it was for Peter’s cock or Wanda’s fingers.

“Do you want to speak kitten?” Wanda leaned down, her face hovering over yours, reading your mind for all the dirty thoughts running through it. All focus from Peter’s touch left your head, moving to her devious face. She glowed under the dim light of the room, bringing out her dark red lipstick and flashing red eyes.

You nodded desperately, whimpering when her thumb made contact with your cheek, moving to the corner of your lips and swiping off the mixture of cum and spit from your skin. She pushed it into your mouth and you took it without complaint, enjoying the taste bursting onto your tongue.

“Who knew you were such a cum slut,” Peter groaned, pulling your head back by your hair so he could get a good look at your face.

“And we can’t have out little cock slave talking now can we?” she fake pouted, grabbing your jaw tightly between her fingers, moving it around like you were a toy being marvelled at, “But I guess we could make you cum, how does that sound kitten?”

You vigorously nodded your head up and down, the rest of your body bouncing like a bunny. A red aura formed around you as you were lifted up from the ground, landing softly on the mattress with your face pressed against the cold pillows and your ass in the air.

“How- How do you do that?” you heard Peter whisper, feeling his eyes move across your exposed body.

“Really?” Wanda responded, accent thick and heavy, “I nearly defeated Thanos by myself and you ask that now?”

“Well we weren’t about to fuck Thanos so I wasn’t really that interested.” his hand made contact with your ass, squeezing your cheeks when you let out a small mewl.

“Do you always think with your dick Peter?” Wanda went to slap his hand off but he was quick enough to pull it away, landing another blow on your bum.

Peter ignored her question, instead letting his fingers trail up the arch of your back, the warmth that contrasting with your cold skin sent shivers up your body. But the comfort was shortly enjoyed when he grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you up against his shoulder and placing a quick peck to the side of your forehead.

Wanda rolled her eyes at the brunette’s actions, kissing the spot she hit tenderly, “Sorry kitten.”

“Don’t apologize for something she obviously enjoyed,” Peter scoffed, reaching down and swiping his fingers along your wet pussy, smirking when your wetness dripped down his thick digits, “Maybe a little too much... huh princess?”

You only whined in response, sticking out your tongue when he hovered his drenched fingered over your mouth. He slid them in slowly, letting your taste linger in the back of your throat. He couldn’t help but imagine his cock instead, just like you were moments ago. So obedient, taking it how slow or fast he was giving it to you.

Peter couldn’t wait to fuck your tight little cunt, to use it like his own personal fuck doll. It was his fantasy ever since he saw you walk into the lab with Steve, introduced as the new secretary to the avengers, dressed in the most innocent black skirt that hugged your ass perfectly and baby pink button up. 

But it was Wanda’s fantasy too.

“Hey!” he exclaimed when he was forced off your body. Before you fell back against the sheets, you were raised once again in the air by Wanda’s magic, this time placed gently down on your back. The webs around your wrists disappeared, your arms quickly raised and put against the headboard, your thighs spread open, leaving you completely vulnerable. 

“Don’t forget she’s ours to share.” Wanda smiled sweetly, wrapping her arms around the base of your thighs, bringing her face close to your pussy, “So if you want to be useful, web her up again.”

She didn’t wait for an answer, licking a bold stipe up the length of your sex with her tongue. You let out a loud whine from the back of your throat, trying your best not to scream at the contact. But Wanda didn’t like that you were holding back, she wanted you to scream under her pleasure, she wanted you begging for her, shouting her name for the entire building to know that you were hers.

And Peter’s too she guessed.

To lost in the pleasure, you didn’t notice when Peter webbed your hands once again until you frantically tugged at the retrains, whining and moaning when you couldn’t do anything but take and take until you couldn’t anymore. You wanted nothing more than to run your hands through Wanda’s perfect red hair or grab onto Peter’s wrist when he wrapped his fingers around your neck. But you couldn’t, you weren’t allowed and you accepted that quickly.

Especially when you enjoyed being used by the two avengers so much, to the point of pure insanity.

“Taste so good kitten,” Wanda mumbled into your pussy, the vibration of her voice sending shocks up your body. You jerked your hips against her face, desperate for more. She was quick to push them back against the sheets with the flick of her wrist, gently sucking your clit before letting the bud go with a pop, flicking it with her tongue.

You felt something flick of your nipple at the same time, a warm hand landing on the sensitive skin, drawing your attention to your chest. Peter looked up at you with dark eyes, blocking you from seeing Wanda but giving you an equally arousing view. 

His lips latched on to your left bud, sucking and swirling his tongue expertly while playing with your right breast. The combination of the pleasure was enough to bring you closer and closer your your high, climbing and climbing until you couldn’t take it anymore

“Wanda! Peter! I’m gonna- i’m gonna-” you threw your had back when Peter decided to lightly bit your nipple, the hero snickering when he cut off your sentence. Wanda chuckled as well, letting her digits roam over your gushing hole before slipping two of them in easily, drawing out a scream from your body.

“You’re going to what princess?” Peter teased, kissing up the middle of your chest and neck, sucking the tissue and creating his own mark, branding you as his.

“Do you want to cum kitten? Do you want to cum all over my fingers like a good little whore.” Wanda muttered but loud enough for you to hear over Peter working on your neck.

“Yes Wanda, please! Please let me cum! Please! Please! Please!” you cried, your thighs shaking from holding it in for so long. Even if they never demanded you to ask for permission, something told you that that’s what they would’ve wanted.

“Then go ahead kitten,” she whispered, quickening her fingers to an impossible pace, plunging them in and out of you, hitting all the right places over and over again, “Let go.”

You wasted no time, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave with the simple command. Your body went into overdrive, trying to move away when Wanda continued her assault on your fucked out pussy, only slowing down when she knew you rode it out fully.

Peter swallowed your whimpers, pressing his lips against yours, moving them slowly to calm you down from such an intense moment. You melted into the kiss, whimpering with every breath you took until they lessened into small exhales.

While Peters hands stayed on each side of your cheek, Wanda’s began moving hers up your body, soothing you with her touch. As her palm moved up your form, it was like an instant calm washed over you, letting you fully relax into the cloud like sheets.

“Thank you,” you whispered when Peter pulled back, letting you finally look up to the two sets of eyes peering down at you, “Thank you.”

Wanda smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead, swiping some of the hair that covered the now sweaty skin.

“Anything for you kitten,” she said, sending a small glare to Peter when he lightly shoved her to kiss your neck once again, directly over the mark he made earlier. She was ready to get petty but then she remembered the art piece she made between your thighs and let the hero have his moment.

“You did so well Y/n,” she smiled, kissing your nose sweetly, “But you know the night is far from over right?”

You nodded lazily, to lost in the feeling of Peter’s lips to fully process your words. So she grabbed your jaw, forcing your eyes on hers.

“Did you forget that you spoke out of turn kitten? I never gave you permission to do that,” Peter laughed harshly into your neck, bitting the skin to get a yelp out of your mouth as Wanda continued, “But I was nice, I let you cum all over the fucking bed like the little whore you are. Even Peter was kind enough to do his own work on you, such a generous boy isn’t he?”

Peter grumbled at Wanda’s words, biting your neck once again in retaliation. He liked drawing out noises from you, knowing that it was because of him. He couldn’t wait to dive in your pussy, owning it as his even if it fully wasn’t. As long as his name was screamed from your mouth he would be satisfied.

“You’re in for a long week kitten,” she tutted, opening the closet with a little wiggle of her fingers, pulling out her strap-on and resting it at the edge of the bed, letting your eyes linger on the toy, “A very, very long week.”

You whimpered, thoughts of Wanda fucking you with the rubber. Maybe she could take you from behind while Peter fucked your face or maybe the opposite way around. And while you knew it would never happen judging by the competitiveness between the two, you couldn't help but let your mind run to the both of them enjoying the toy, leaving you tied to the bed, helpless and forced to watch them pleasure each other.

The thought sounded like a dream.

“And Y/n?” Wanda’s voice broke you out of your fantasy.

You squeaked.

“My name isn’t Wanda anymore, neither is Peter’s,”

Her eyes flashed red, the soft persona she showed only seconds ago completely gone. She squeezed your jaw open, spitting directly into your mouth, tilting your head back delicately and watching as you swallowed.

“We’re your Masters now princess,” Peter said lowly into your ear, reaching down to play with your sensitive heat, “And I think it’s time you address us as such.”

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[hournites]

Take it slow, but it’s not typical

Hournite fluff 

@barrysollie

~.~ 

Beth’s heart was still hammering when she stepped off the stage with cameras flashing in her face. The heavy weight of the gold medal around her neck felt good. Really good. Beth always knew her mind worked differently than other people. Ideas came faster, her thoughts crowded in and then sometimes didn’t even filter fast enough for them to come coherently out of her mouth. But since middle school, Beth has learned to manage, refine, and store information in so many hundreds of thousand mental boxes. It’s natural, an automatic mechanism she uses just to cope with her thinking. It’s crazy that it’s what contributes to scholastic awards. She has a collection of plaques and trophies, and other ribbons of accomplishments for her school competitions in her room from school. But this is the first one she’s tried at the college level, registered as the youngest qualifier for Nebraska State. And she won. 

The girls ambushed her once she weaved her way through the auditorium, stopped five hundred times by professors and faculty for praise and greetings. It was a lot, it was so much, and so novel. At Blue Valley High School, nobody cared about these competitions. The audience was near-empty, only parents and occasional siblings spread throughout the seats with the mandatory judges. But here, Beth was a superstar. She was the centre of attention. It was crazy and awesome, overwhelming and validating all rolled together in an incredible ball of emotion. Courtney threw her arms around her, bouncing on the balls of her feet with an excited squeal before Beth’s own mom could get a word out of congratulations. Beth laughed and nearly dropped her bursary prize, the envelope pressed between them. 

She lets go for Yolanda’s turn, who’s hug is not quite as intense but just as meaningful. “We are so proud of you! That was amazing!” 

“Thanks for studying with me,” Beth said back. 

Yolanda smiled and let Beth step away to hug her dad and mom. They freed her of her certificate, bursary and ribbon so she could have her hands to herself again before mingling with the rest of the crowd. 

They made it out to the lobby and Beth spun around in her blue checkered professional jumpsuit. She tried to level her voice as she looked around. “Where’s Rick?” 

Courtney looped Beth’s arm on one, and Yolanda’s with the other, walking them to a coffee cart. “He stepped out.”

“Oh?” Beth didn’t want to sound disappointed. She had spotted him in the audience between turns, sitting with her back straight on a hard metal chair under the stage lights. “He wasn’t bored, was he?” Beth didn’t think so. 

“No!” Courtney nearly shouted. Yolanda glared at her and reached out to order them all chocolate bars instead of coffees from the cart. “He saw you win! He’s super stoked, he just had to check on his parking spot or something, he’ll be back!” 

Beth didn’t need Chuck to know Courtney was lying, but the high of the event and Yolanda’s nod of reassurance when she glanced at her was enough for Beth to tuck that weirdness away to think about later. She took the chocolate from Yolanda appreciatively and tore into the wrapper. She covered her mouth with her hand when more people stopped to remark on her quick-thinking and bright future, waving at them instead of saying thank you with her mouth full. 

“Where’s your mom?” Yolanda asks. Pat was with Barbara and Mike, talking to some random lady that they ran into who Barbara used to go to school with. Beth shrugged, not really sure, but she had a good hint. “Probably bragging about me somewhere…” 

Courtney laughed and poked at her side. “You say that like it’s a bad thing!” 

Beth’s mouth twitched up at the sides, conceding that Courtney was right. There were far worse things to be embarrassed about your parents. 

Twenty minutes full of bathroom mirror selfies later, they pushed through the wooden academic arched-top doors. 

Someone tapped on her shoulder. Beth turned around in her mini heels and smiled at the familiar face. 

“Rick!” She smiled breathlessly. “Hi!”

His eyes softened in front of her, then flickered down at the medal hanging around her neck. “Hi,” he said back. “Sorry, I had to go...do something. You were great. You’re amazing, Beth.”  

“Thank you,” she replied. She clasped her hands together behind her back, swallowing down the bundle of nerves that suddenly graced her stomach again. Which was really weird. That butterfly feeling always melted away by the time she got in front of a mic. And the competition was over. So why were they making a comeback? 

Rick shifted his weight and ran a hand through his hair, still sporting that soft-eyed grin.. “Hey, do you want to walk with me to my car? I forgot something.” 

Beth turned to confirm with Yolanda and Courtney in case her parents wondered where she went off to, but both were already promising of that before Beth could get the sentence out, nodding their heads eagerly at her. Courtney actually gave her a shove into Rick.

 “...Okay.” Beth got the hint. She should go with Rick. Okay, that was fine with her anyway. 

They walked in silence, which was a bit unusual, but silence isn't awkward between them. Beth fiddles with her medal as they walk off campus. Rick’s yellow Mustang is very easy to locate even a block and a half away from where it sits by a parking meter. At his car, Rick opened the door and pulled something out from his backseat in a plastic bag. 

“Turn around,” he said. 

Beth tried to peer over his shoulder. “What? Why? I don’t care about your car mess.” 

Rick rolled his eyes and gently swivelled her around to face the line of student housing. “It’s just for a second.” 

Beth crossed her arms. “Okay.” 

There was rustling, and then his car closed and a full bouquet of yellow lilies and red roses came in front of her. Rick used his free arm to wrap around for a behind-half hug. The stems were still wet, cut fresh from the flower-shop, according to the sticker against tissue paper and plastic wrap.  His neck right by her ear. “For you.” She could hear the grin in his voice when she gasped. Their fingers brushed when she took the flowers. 

“What!” She spun around to face him and beamed. “Rick!” 

“You like them?” 

He seemed flustered, but that was okay, Beth could hardly contain her awe. 

“These are so pretty!” Beth brought them to her nose to smell. Nobody has bought her flowers before. Not anyone other than her family. Yellow was their favourite colour...And she knew what red roses meant. She blinked back very sudden grateful tears. “I love them very much.” She wrapped her arm around him again. Rick bent down so she could reach for his neck. “Thank you. This was where you ran off to?” 

“Uh.” Rick messed with his hair again. “Yeah. Sorry for making it look like I ditched, I saw the flower shop downtown on the way over and I made a call during the intermission to pick them up.”

“Intermission?” She frowned at him, a little confused. “That’s before I won.” 

“Does it matter? I was going to give them to you anyway.”  

Beth’s heart did a little nerdy summersault in her chest. “Oh,” she said delicately, a bit at a loss for what else to say. This time a tear really did fall down her face. Rick really owned a whole piece of her heart. She huffed out an embarrassed laugh and quickly wiped it away. With a shaky exhale, she reached into her pocket for her phone. 

“C’mere,” she said, beckoning Rick forward for a selfie with her bouquet. Rick leaned into the frame, smiling with Beth at her front-facing camera. Two seconds before her thumb pressed on the shutter, she sucked in a breath of courage and pressed a fast kiss to his face. 

“There!” Beth sent the photo to the JSA group chat, then put her phone away. “Let’s head back, I think my dad said Ms. Woods organized a group dinner to celebrate.” 

Rick’s cheeks were still as rosy as her perfect red flowers. He ducked his head, still smiling as Beth tugged him along back up the street.  “Okay.”

[phantomgirl15]

Going Angst Week 2021 Day 1: Birth/Creation

Warnings: Graphic gore; trauma; pain;

Rated: M (cause graphic)     Words: 3,260

"I didn't get created, I wasn't born, I'm nothing but a freak."

. . .

The rush of cold behind her that made her hair a mess sent chills down her spine, through her arms, down her legs. Sam's eyes widened as her friend was suddenly gone, vanished, as if he hadn't been there just moments before. She turned, almost afraid to see what was behind her in the lab. She only remembered flashes of what he had said, everything covered by a high-pitched wailing in her ears. She didn't want to believe it. The destruction, the disaster. The pain. It couldn't have happened so fast, so suddenly. She saw Tucker gazing at the stairs, his eyes almost glazed over with the thousand-yard stare, his jaw almost hanging as his mouth opened slightly.

"How?"

He tried to understand what had just happened. Where their friend had gone. He tried to piece together what had been said, what the ringing in his ears didn't block out. He heard Sam's soft sniffle, the sound of tears hitting the stone-cold floor almost eerie as they stood silent for a moment.

Sam walked to Tucker, her boots dragging on the floor. She looked up the stairs, a hole in the door where their friend had to have gone through it, not knowing what else to do, stumbling along the way until they were in the open air.

"He's gone."

. . .

The lab was dark. Nobody had been in there for a while, but the friends automatically knew where the light switches were. They made sure the door was shut so that nobody would suspect anything in the basement should somebody come home.

"Guys, look."

He pointed to a large hole in the wall that they had never seen before. It must have been what his parents had been building that week. Sam and Tucker looked in awe, their minds racing about what could be done in there. Sam walked closer to it, reaching her hand out slowly to see if there was any sort of energy field near it. Her hand was quickly slapped away by her friend as it got too close. She looked at him, his head shaking softly.

"We don't know if it's safe yet."

"Danny, it doesn't even do anything. How could anybody get hurt from a stupid hole?"

He rolled his eyes and tossed her a suit. Grabbing another from the wall and tossing it to Tucker before grabbing his own.

"What's this for?"

"Safety first."

He gave his friends a smirk and pulled the hazmat suit over his clothes, hoping that his friends would do the same soon. They looked at him and laughed for a moment before deciding they were not wearing those stupid suits. Tucker took a few steps towards the hole in the wall, looking into the gaping hole to see if there was an end to it. It just seemed to continue on.

"Dude, get back from there! We don't even know what this is for yet!"

Tucker rolled his eyes and dramatically took a step back, raising his hands in a submissive manner to say "my bad" silently and sarcastically.

"Come on, dude. For all we know it's just gonna be another storage closet. Just think about what we might find in there."

Danny shook his head in disagreement, Sam laughing for a moment before leaning herself on Tucker's shoulder.

"Seriously, Danny. It can't be that bad if your parents can just leave it like this. Come onnnn, let's just have some fun!"

"Fine, but you stay here while I make sure it's safe."

Danny walked towards the hole, his hands fidgeting a bit as he got closer. He felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. The looming darkness in front of him made his stomach twist as he tried to see the end of the empty tunnel. He took another step forward. The air around him got colder, he felt goosebumps rising on his arms, even with the tight suit pressed against his skin. He felt the world almost moving around him. He took another step forward. The vertigo got worse, he saw the hole twisting in his vision. He took another step forward. His boot touched metal on the floor rather than the tiles. He felt a chilling shock run up his leg as he pressed his foot to the ground. Everything was moving except him. He took another step forward. He felt the walls, the slick metal running smoothly under his glove. He took another few steps, looking around, still feeling the movement around him, the cold surrounding him, the goosebumps rising again. He took one another step forward. His hand brushed up against some protrusions sticking out of the wall. They sank into the wall as he pressed further against them.

The light appeared fast enough to blind Danny as he was paralyzed in fear for a moment before coming to his senses. He turned to see Sam and Tucker motioning for him to get out of there, but couldn't hear their cries above his heartbeat racing in his ears. His feet felt like lead bricks as he tried to run, his arms pumping to try and gain speed. He felt the light getting closer, Sam and Tucker's screams barely audible over the high-pitched screeching of whatever the light was being created by.

The cold kept getting closer to him as he ran, his friends motioning faster and faster for him to get out, but he felt like he was taking too long. He tried to jump, reaching his front half to his friends, who grabbed him as his body began to get pulled into the light. He shook his head violently, not knowing if they could hear his pleads for help or not. He felt whatever the light was pulling on him, yanking him back as his friends tried to hold him with them, tried to pull him from the hole in the wall that was now trying to swallow him. He felt their grips slipping and looked up to them, neither one able to make eye contact with him out of guilt.

They had gotten him into this, and now they couldn't get him out.

The light grew brighter, Tucker lost his hold on Danny. Sam felt the stronger pull and yanked harder, Danny no longer caring if his arm was dislocated after this, so long as he lived. He felt the pull grow stronger around him, the cold beginning to make most of his lower body sting. Sam looked at him and saw a flash of skeleton, seeing nothing but bones being grasped by her hands. Her body took a step back, releasing her hold on Danny. She heard a small cry of pain, looking back one last time to see her friend reaching for her, the skin on his face appearing to melt off as he was dragged into the light.

Danny could still see his friends. They had backed farther away from what had used to be an empty hole but was now filled with light and energy. He could feel electrical pulsations course through his body, the pain from it making him gasp for air but unable to breathe any in. He felt his lungs screaming for oxygen as he tried to move himself out of the light.

He was pulled back further, instead, as he fought to try and get out of the light. He had lost sight of his friends, wasn't even sure which direction he was facing or if he was right-side up or upside down. He could feel everything moving and everything at a standstill at the same time. He felt the cold around him almost as though it were comforting.

He heard a deep voice, almost looming above him as it spoke. He felt vibrations within himself as the voice talked to him.

"Child, why are you here? Why are you able to withstand my grace?"

"I... I'm not certain... Who are you."

"I am whatever you want me to be."

"Look, I just wanna be back with my friends. Alive."

"I cannot do that, child."

"And why not?"

Danny attempted to cross his arms, his usual teenager showing itself in frustration as whatever was talking to him told him he could not be with Sam and Tucker.

"You are merely a sacrifice. You were given to me to open the doorway."

"The doorway to what?"

There was nothing but a deep laugh, the echo of it making Danny scrunch his face in discomfort. He opened his eyes again, seeing the light around him fading to a deep green.

"To the ghost realm, child. Only a fool such as yourself would not know."

There was another laugh, Danny feeling himself being pulled upwards by the foot, the movement while seeing everything around him swirling making him almost motion sick. He tried to hold a steady face, finally seeing a dark shadow of a figure looming over his body and holding him up with long, claw-like fingers.

"And now you must become one."

The deep laugh rumbled around him, Danny feelings a sharp pain in the foot that was being grabbed. He tried to look and see what it was, but pain shot through his entire nervous system. His body uncurled itself without Danny telling it to. He felt the spasms, felt the seizing of his limbs as he screamed in pain. He felt his skin freezing and melting at the same time, seeing blood below him as the laughs around him echoed, louder and louder. He glimpsed upwards, seeing the sparks of electricity being forced through his body. Danny screamed in agony, his body being to grow scars from the electrical burns going down his skin from the bottom of his foot, the boot no longer there, the hazmat suit torn away from the pure energy running through every part of him. He felt another shock run through his body, the pain fading slowly as each new bolt ran its course through his nerves, his body becoming numb as each painful strike attempted to kill him.

The dark figure above him continued to laugh, Danny's entire leg below his knee burnt black. He felt the skin peeling away from the tissue beneath, almost passing out from the pain. He felt the electricity running through his nerves. The grinning ghoul holding him there for torture, what he assumed was planned to be death, stopped for a moment, confusion in his voice.

"How are you still... Alive?"

Danny looked at his body, most of it showing, red, blistering skin going along where his veins had been showing blue previously. He noticed his left leg was burnt beyond saving. Danny gasped in pain as he was grasped around his middle, the blistering veins sending sharp, stinging pain up and down his whole body from the tight grip. He was turned right side up, the creature holding him trying to examine him more. He noticed white hair falling in front of his eyes rather than his usual black, and almost cried out, until the breathing made everything hurt more.

"I'm... I'm alive?"

"Not for long."

Another painful shock ran through Danny's spine, the energy causing his vision to become green-tinted. He felt himself be put down, and fell to his hands and knees, coughing up blood that was a mix of a sickly green and his usual red.

"You are but a blessing and a curse. You are dead and alive. I am not certain how you survived, but this is not what I was expecting from you of all people."

"What does that mean?"

There was a pause, a long exhale from what was assumed to be a ghost.

"It means, child, that I have created you. I created your species. A half-human, half-ghost hybrid. You are now born."

Danny spat out another mouthful of blood, his stomach caving in on itself as he processed what was said.

"That's not real. None of that can be real."

"Speak as you may, child. It is very real. It is only up to you to decide which part is the blessing, and which is the curse."

Danny looked up, only seeing a shadow of his body before what had just happened. The dark, sadistic laugh continued to echo around him as he stared for a moment. He felt a pulse of energy through his midsection, felt it as if someone, something, had flown right through him.

He turned to see that the hole in the wall was once again nothing but a hole, the light completely gone, once again consumed by darkness. Sam and Tucker could be seen up against the wall across the room, fear filling their eyes as they saw what had happened. Danny slowly began to limp towards them, the black flesh on his leg chipping away as the muscles flexed to drag it behind him. He felt the stabbing pain through his whole body, grabbing what appeared to be an encasing of the wall where it met the rest of the lab and stumbling forward a bit and landing on his chest.

He felt his body spinning, blood oozing from his mouth as he laid there, each vein throbbing with excruciating pain from the blisters over them.

"Oh god. Oh dear god, what happened to you?"

Sam kneeled beside Danny on the floor, his body too weak to lift his head as her hands hovered over his body, afraid to touch what no longer appeared to be skin. He tried to just laugh it off but instead coughed up more blood. He felt himself passing out, the darkness once again coming over him as it did when the light left him in the tunnel. He wanted to stay with his friends, be able to tell them what happened, but his body wouldn't let him. The last thing he saw was Tucker and Sam, trying to get him to stay with them.

. . .

Danny woke up, laying in the same place as he had been when he passed out. Sam and Tucker were near and far at the same time. He saw that his hair was once again black. and felt clothes over his body again. He slowly moved so that he could see himself. His clothes from earlier that morning? He thought those had been destroyed by that creature when he was being electrocuted. The burn marks were gone, no cuts, burns, or blisters anywhere on his body. Besides being sore, he'd have thought it was a dream.

Tucker walked a bit closer, obviously seeing Danny confused, almost afraid.

"When you passed out, this weird white light passed over your body. It... It changed you. Physically. You... You screamed in pain a lot though. I... We didn't know what to do. You kept changing between you, and what looked like..."

"A ghost."

Danny's face flushed as he finished Tucker's sentence. Nausea rushed over him, the feel of everything returning as he waited for Sam to talk to him. Her eyes were tear-filled, spilling, just happy to see him alive again. She walked over, Danny paler than he had ever been in his life. His brain began to rush, seeing her move towards him, happy. Happy, of all things. His brain flashed to before he had passed out, half died.

She had been trying to get them to go into that cursed hole. She convinced him to go in there. She got him cursed. There was no blessing to this. How was there a blessing when he was electrocuted until he was no longer in a position to still be alive? Put through nothing but pain?

He felt his chest getting cold, from the inside out. He closed his eyes, feeling the cold wash over him as he stood up slowly and backed away from Sam in pure anger. He turned himself and saw his reflection in the cabinets' glass doors. He saw the white hair, the painful, red blisters along his veins were back. His leg was destroyed once again, but the rest of his body was in a black hazmat suit with white accessories, opposite the one he had been in. He saw that his gums were bleeding, fangs poking through. He finally made eye contact with himself - green staring him down rather than the blue he knew.

Danny felt his head throb repeatedly, his thoughts ricochetting in his mind. He saw Sam reach for him, emotion flooding him until he felt he could no longer control it. His anger made him step towards Sam, almost snarling.

"You."

He took another limping step forward toward her, almost looking like a zombie's walk.

"You did this to me!"

He attempted to grab her wrist, but she pulled away quickly, Danny not able to move as quickly from the pain. He felt his head throb again. He took a few more steps.

He was almost dead center in the lab. He felt his head throb, the pain making him to fall to his knees, clutching his head in pain. He moaned in pain for a moment, his body beginning to ache all over, feeling the cold spread inside of him. He let his head go, his body naturally letting him look upwards and scream in pain.

He had blood running through his skin, dripping down his arms, from his eyes. His body was slowly lifted from the floor, hovering as he continued to scream, the scream getting louder by the second. Sam and Tucker crouched on the floor, covering their ears as best they could. Danny felt the pain within him becoming worse, the scream only making it bearable. when energy pulsations began to form, sourcing from his body, he felt the cold in him grow stronger. His scream because eerie, sonic waves following the soundwaves that proceeded them. The echoing it had was deafening.

Glass began to shatter, anything hanging falling. The cabinets were destroyed, as was most of the Fentons' work. The hole in the wall now had hanging wires, short circuits, and broken metal, the tunnel having collapsed much closer to the lab than it had been. The scream continued on for longer than Danny knew he was able to scream. His pain had vanished, but his anger had not. He floated about the floor, seeing Sam and Tucker between him and the stairs. He started hovering closer to them, slowly.

Sam reached her hand out again.

"Danny."

She looked up at him with fear. Tucker was only able to mutter to himself.

"Ghost and human. That... That tunnel, that light. It created a hybrid."

"A new species is born."

Danny remembered hearing that from the dark figure that had done this to him. He felt his anger rise further, the red marks on his face of his veins throbbing lightly.

"Don't say that."

He looked away from his friends, not seeing their confused looks as they exchanged glances.

"Don't say what?"

Sam tried to take a step towards him. He threw his hand down towards her. Green energy landed right in front of her, scorch marks appearing on the floor where the energy had hit.

"I didn't get created, I wasn't born, I'm nothing but a freak."

Danny forced himself to soar at speeds he had never felt before past the two other teens, just trying to get away from what had created him. He heard the echoes of the ghost that had tried to kill him as he rushed up through the stairwell.

He never looked back.

[silence-burns]

Please Hate Me //part 44

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on: “Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki.” by @thefandomimagine​ Who would have thought that babysitting a god could be so much fun?

Genre: slow-burn, enemies to lovers, banter

Power is a precious thing. Power commands others, it shapes lives and holds the upper hand over those who don't possess it. 

Being hit with a flash of it, you had to admit it all held true. 

There was no way for you to fight the magical hit that flung you backward. Nothing you could do to cushion the floor slamming the air out of your lungs and the blood spilling in your mouth as your teeth cut the soft tissue.

The sheer power of the hit sent you rolling across the floor and crushing into a pillar. Dry leaves twisted down onto your gasping body as you fought to stay conscious. The world tilted to the side, and you couldn't fix it. You were powerless, tossed to the side and forgotten as true power unleashed. 

Red leaves whipped through the air like razors in the unnatural wind that tore them off the pillars and tossed the gathered lords alike. Bones broke, stone crumbled, and the screams echoed under the high ceiling. Pillars broke, and part of the galleries to the right hung low, the strained wood groaning. 

The guards rushed chaotically throughout the hall, some pulling out fallen lords, some bracing their shields against the wind and the shards it tossed. 

And in the center of it all rose the Queen, her pale gown bellowing like moth wings on the winds she gathered. Her skin was still dark, but the tiny speckles peppering it that used to remind you of stars over the night sky shone with light threatening to blind anyone foolish enough to look too closely. Strange power buzzed through the air, rising hair on your arms and neck, like lighting seconds from striking. 

The Queen's arms were outstretched, her head tipped back, as if she was reveling in crowds singing praise to her. The horn-like crescent moon, the half broken and yellowing bone, melted off the jewelry she had adorned it with. 

The Prince was nowhere to be seen. Given how close he had stood when the Queen showed her true self, he must've ended somewhere under the ruined gallery, or perhaps thrown into the river. Faroq and a few guards crawled over the place. 

You bent in half, coughing up the dust swirling in the air. The Queen rose higher, held mid-air by powers she had hidden all these centuries. Cracks spread through the stone, rising high through the walls like a time-lapse of a spiders web.

You wondered how many beings she had killed to stall off her fading. How many she used to secure the Rifts instead of lending off her own essence. 

There was no way you could've predicted this outcome. 

And maybe that spoke poorly of you, but you had more important matters at hand than worrying about it. Crawling around the pillar, you hid from the Queen's eyes as you groped around in your pocket. 

The sword indeed cut through all. 

The cuffs fell from your wrists. You looked around, and found Loki behind a pillar under the opposite wall. 

"Do we have a plan?" 

You cursed violently. Your heart jumped into your throat as you looked up, to where Peter hung upside down on the pillar. 

"Sorry!" 

His suit was dusty, but the boy seemed to be fine and that was enough to make your shoulders sag with relief. But you were quickly brought back to reality as the remnants of the dais joined the debris flying through the air. 

"So… What's the plan?" 

You gestured vaguely toward it. "That was the plan." 

 "It clearly worked." Peter nodded. "What next?" 

The ground shook under your feet as if the palace itself strained into movement. The wooden galleries cracked and rained splinters. 

"Now we move," you said, wanting nothing less than to be crushed. 

But before you managed a step, the last of the leaves joined the forming cyclone, picking up everything on its way. A body hit the floor in front of you. Silver blood streamed down the lord's face, his horns broken and his legs—

You reached out, hoping to pull him behind the still standing pillar, but your hand closed around his robe - and then he died. His body disintegrated into ash that spilled around, quickly getting picked up by the storm brewing inside the hall. Gusts of grey dust swirled once before they joined the wind, leaving you frozen to the spot. 

A piece of almost forgotten memory resurfaced. Dwellers of the Edge did not die. Their essence joined the Edge, filling the Rifts and bringing back the balance. No bodies were left behind. 

Wood tore from the galleries overhead, but you couldn't move as you watched the wild gusts of wind. Among the debris, wooden planks, shards and pieces of lost weaponry, you could pick up loose bundles of clothes. 

Peter jumped off the pillar and shook you by the shoulder, but you couldn't stop looking. So many have died, so many were sacrificed to buy the years for-

You were hurled off the ground, the web stretching painfully as it fought against the wind. You kept forgetting how strong Peter had become after the accident that awakened his superpowers. The gallery you had hid under just moments ago finally gave in to the violence and fell down, toppling the pillar. 

Loki assessed you when Peter let go of you. The boy watched the cracks in the walls spread. Nowhere was safe enough, but there was no way out. The debris had already blocked off the exit. The lords and guards—those still alive—hid at the far end of the hall, trying to reach the still standing galleries overhead and the backdoor. 

"Are you okay?" Loki's voice cut through your hazy thoughts. He himself was bruised, but otherwise uninjured. 

You nodded, swallowing with effort. "We have to stop her." 

You didn't waste any time. Using the sword, you cut through Loki's cuffs, finally freeing his magic. 

Loki took a deep breath, feeling it rushing back to him, distorted by the elemental cyclone raging deeper in the hall, but still his. Still powerful. 

Peter noticed the expression on his face. He was glad the god was on their side. 

"Peter, darling, do you think you could distract her a little?" 

Peter, the darling, took a peek from behind the pillar. The guards fought with each other, the loyal protecting the queen gathering her powers, and the rational trying to stop them. 

"...sure. Easy peasy."

Loki and you braced for the sprint. Peter rolled his shoulders, feeling the familiar tingling of the adrenaline spreading through his arms. 

"Easy peasy," he repeated and shot his webs. 

Peter flew toward the unbroken half of the galleries and kicked hard into the last pillar standing beneath them. The heavy marble, already cracked underneath all the weight, strained and gave up. 

Peter jumped to the wall and watched the winds pick up the debris and hurl it straight toward the fighting crowd. Some managed to jump away in time. Some didn't. 

Peter didn't wait to see the outcome, because even then he could clearly see how much the guards loyal to the Queen outnumbered the rest. They spilled blood and ash, separating the Queen from whoever might want to stop her. 

The boy was new to this world, but even he lacked hesitation as he climbed higher, jumping over the momentarily growing cracks. But he didn't aim for the ceiling. 

Peter braced himself, plastering his feet to the wall, and shot his webs to the heavy crystals growing from the highest peak of the hall's ceiling. Their light buzzed, as if even their essence was being pulled by the woman beneath. But it didn't matter. All that Peter was focused on was the damage already done by her. He pulled. 

There was a second where the stone seemed unmoving, fighting against the boy's efforts. Then, so slowly that an eye could barely notice, the impossibly heavy slabs of stone and crystal fell. 

Hidden deep in the eye of the storm, where the air was as still as if petrified, the Queen drank all the essence being spilled around her. Not once since the great wars ended had so many dwellers of the Edge gathered in one place. They were solitary beings to the core - always wandering, for to settle meant to define and lose themselves to the illusion of stability at the edge of the universe - the most unstable place of them all. Almost nothing could make them gather again, not like the war that had united them millenia ago. 

So war it shall be, the Queen who would not sacrifice herself for anyone had decided. War and a life long and solitary. As it always was on Edge. 

The crystals shone one last time as they fell. 

But the Queen would not die like that. 

Stone was ripped from the floor. Pillars picked up like sticks. Wood and steel gathered with them as they slammed into the crystals, forcing them to the side, flying over the woman in the center of the chaos. The guards standing vigil around her didn't have time to dodge. 

Screams were cut-short in the rumbling wind. Lives died out one by one. The Queen's eyes fluttered when she caught their essence and took it. 

"Why?" 

One shout broke through the noise, sharp and hopeless. 

"Why?" repeated the female guard with violent, deep scars over her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she crawled over the debris, over the splinters she didn't feel stained with blood. 

The Queen frowned over the ruined, foolish woman. Shards aligned behind her. 

"Long shall I live," the Queen said, but the words never reached the guard. Her head rolled down the steps. 

From the other end of the hall, you couldn't see any of it, but it didn't mean you were free of problems. Peter had managed to pull the Queen's attention elsewhere, earning Loki and you time to brace through the chaos, but your advance was halted by the thing you liked the least in that world. 

The sword indeed cut through anything, and you were madly glad about it as you braced through the oncoming waves of deformed, half-finished monsters the Queen's magic raised from the stone. 

But you had to move through them. Someone had to stop her. 

Even from so far away, you could see the people who made it through the debris. They tried to heave the stone away from the exit, and fell and faded away as their essence was pried off their bodies until nothing was left. For reasons beyond you, you and Loki seemed to hold up better. But even you started to feel the strain the closer you moved, the sort of heaviness settling deep in your bones that threatened to overwhelm you. 

Loki was a steady force by your side, his magic sending flashes through the ruined hall. He turned stone after stone into shimmering vipers, their scales jade and their fangs merciless as they bore into the Queen's puppets. 

You kicked a deformed stag out of the way, too tired to raise your sword. Loki rushed to the path you cleared, the air ripped from his lungs with the proximity of the dais' remains. You couldn't go any further. Your strength wore thinner with each step. 

But he could do it, Loki forced himself to believe, as he dug his heels into the cracked floor, closer and closer to the center of the chaos. Splinters and debris hit the side of his face and back and he could barely see through the hair falling into his eyes, but Loki knew what he needed to do. 

With a final jump, he dug his fingers deep into the dry, orange vines entwined around a fallen pillar. He felt his magic surge into them, forming a slithering mass of scales and fast, agile bodies. They rushed to fulfill the only command in their heads. 

The Queen rose higher, propelled on the phantom winds, disgust and rage warped her features. She whipped her hands, sending bursts of debris to shatter the snakes, but more rose from behind the pillar. And then it turned to one too. 

Loki quickly rolled to the side as the massive body uncoiled to its full fifteen feet of length. He felt his magic withering when it crashed through the air barrier around the woman, but the viper ripped through it with all its might, ignoring the debris thrown its way. The thick scales brushed it off like dust. The snake tensed. 

And struck.

Mindless rage twisted the Queen's face as she made the final attempt to stop the beast and threw all her power against it. 

Pain erupted deep in Loki's head, twisting and throwing him to his knees as it shattered through his every nerve. The snake vanished, its body crushed and broken as it turned back to stone. Warm blood trickled down Loki's chin as he coughed more of it up, the pain bending him to the ground. All magic, weak and strong, has a price - that was the first lesson in every magic wielder's education. And whenever one's magic was overpowered, they had to pay it. 

Loki's lungs ripped into pieces as he struggled to take a breath, to even move a muscle. All he managed was to lift his head. The Queen heaved onto the ground, her breath ragged as well, but she was far from done. 

The lords were either gone or barely alive. The guards injured or dead. 

And Loki ran out of tricks as the pain hammered through his head. 

He had never imagined that he'd die in such a foreign place, drifting out of consciousness to the distant rumbling of the river he once-

No. Not distant. 

Nearing. 

All thoughts scattered from Loki's head as he beheld the river rising high to the open balcony at the side of the palace, forming an impossible wave behind a person just crawling over the railing. 

The Prince was dripping wet. And furious. 

The tidal wave swarmed over the hall, and crashed right where the Queen stood. Loki managed to close his eyes as he was swept by the force of nature and thrown against the shattered mess the galleries had become. 

But the wave parted right in front of the Queen, whose skin glowed through the star-like speckles as she forced the wind to part the water. 

"I'm not going to die for anyone's sake," she spit as the wave stopped, the water covering the hall. 

"It's an honor to save others." 

"Not to me. Not to all those destined to die in their stead." 

Winds tore at the water, the mist rising thick to obscure and hide.

But the Prince didn't let the Queen play whatever trick she devised. Water leaped to his hands as he rushed to close the distance. Thin, sharp whips cut and sliced through the mist, but the Queen dodged, fast and lithe as a shadow while all around, those scattered pieces of debris stirred back to life. 

Loki's hand shook as he tore it from his mouth, bloody and cold. On the other side of the fight, he could see a familiar head peeking from behind a boulder. Something in his chest clenched tight. You were a reckless human, and whatever plan you were about to use, would likely end in a way Loki didn't want to imagine. Couldn't. 

So he forced himself upward just a little bit, putting the hand into the water gathering in the cracked stone. 

And then he turned it into ice. 

Shards and needles rose from the ground, each sharper than the previous, and all aimed at the ground-bound Queen. 

She kept on twisting and parrying, even as the air became heavier, harder to bring into lungs. The sweat on the Prince's face mixed with water. His night-black skin paled, his attacks became sloppier. 

He didn't see the wind slamming into his side. He slid over the ice as the Queen picked one of the lost, forgotten daggers and aimed—

She stilled, her feet unmoving. Out of the corner of his eye, Loki saw Peter aiming more and more his webs at her, slowing her down just a bit. It wouldn't work, wouldn't hurt her. 

But the sword you threw at her would. 

It was a reckless, hasty idea. 

But fear shadowed her face as the Queen struggled against the web, twisting in place and out of the path—

The sword missed, by a hair's width. 

But the ice shard didn't. 

The Prince looked his Queen in the eyes as he pushed it further into her chest, and twisted against the bone and flesh. Thick blood streamed down his hands. He didn't move as she clawed against his face, against his hands that held the translucent spike burrowed deep into her heart. 

The Queen was silent as she faded, her essence at last leaving. 

The crooked horn on her head faded first, turning into dark ash. The Edge was quiet and still as her night-kissed skin crumbled next, the star speckles falling with it. 

Last was the gown, the moth wings swelling for the final time before they too fell, empty. 

Something changed in the world, like something deep in its core had finally filled. But it didn't matter to the few survivors, not really. 

The pain in Loki's head had finally lessened. He took a deep, filling breath, tasting the air that was at last coming into his lungs. And as much as it was a relief for this mess, this chaos, to be over, Loki's hammering heart only slowed when he finally found you, limping toward him, the boy trailing behind. 

You noted the blood crusting Loki's face. "You okay?" 

He nodded, trying and failing to find the right words. 

You slumped to the floor next to him and embraced him tightly, the words failing you too. Loki sighed, his hands at last steady against your back. He reached out to Peter. Another warm, battered body tugged into his side in a flash. 

"I thought alien abduction would be less exhausting," the boy admitted quietly into Loki's shoulder. "It's still better than calculus, though." 

You barked a laugh. 

Loki just held the two of you, still stunned by the miracle that let you all survive. 

Many were not as lucky, Loki knew. Traces of countless lost lives filled the ruined hall, the sheer scale of what just happened hard to comprehend. 

One man stood tall among the ruins of his world, blood still fresh on his hands. 

Loki met the Prince's stare, empty eyes filled with weariness and betrayal that hurt deeper than any bruises or cuts. The fight was over, but its consequences would take a long time to heal. To stop hurting. 

The Prince walked away, silent and unattended by any of the guards, pulling the last of the people out of the ruins. 

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Snow and Silk.

So after a team meeting with @detective-giggles ​ we came up with this little follow on to Orange Tie and Scuff

Warnings: Smut...so smuty and fluffy of course!

Enjoy x

You were over the moon to have touched down back in New York after being away for a couple of days for Christmas. You had flown out as late as you could Christmas eve and had landed back later the day after Boxing Day. You weren’t sure if the family visit was more pleasant because you spent most of the time on the phone to Rafael or because your trouble making Aunty didn’t show up this year. The weeks after the first hook up with Rafael at your apartment during Thanks Giving till Christmas Eve when you flew out had been magical and not just because you were getting some on the regular. Rafael was treating you like you had never been treated before.

Other than the hot chocolate’s walking through Central Park, ice skating at Rockerfeller centre as the snow fell and Christmas theatre shows. You and Rafael had managed to fulfil a few more fantasies. Rafael bent you over his home office desk, you gave him a quick blow job while under his desk when you went to pick up a warrant and you got a finger bang in a dark corner when you accompanied Rafael to the DA’s Christmas party.

“Rafael- can I ask” your cheeks where red as you pulled down your floor length red gown after fixing up your spoilt panties, he nodded with a smirk whipping his fingers clean with a tissue he had in his pocket “All this- have you thought about doing them with other women or-“ You almost lost your balance when Rafael’s lips landed on yours for a soft kiss, his hand moving to the small of your back,

“Mi Amor full disclosure, I have never fantasised about anyone as much as I have fantasised about you and not just now that we are together. You sent sparks through me the moment you walked into my office the first time”

Rafael was sad that you were going to be away for Christmas, but he was over the moon that you would be back for New Years and had asked you to come straight to his apartment once you landed. You had packed extra cloths in your case and made sure you had done a load of washing before you left your parents place to come home and had left some work cloths at Rafael’s before you left.

You and Rafael had spoken every night before you slept, one night getting more heated then the others when he told you what he wanted to do when you got home.

“So what do you think?” Rafael sounded almost shy over the phone.

“Well” you giggled “Guess you will have to wait for me to get home tomorrow”

The taxi pulled up at Rafael’s apartment block, you paid and got your case out of the boot, crunching through the snow on the side walk to get to the front door. The door man nodded wishing you a good evening, him knowing now who you were and you made your way to the 6th floor and knocked on Rafael’s door. Rafael swung the door open with a big smirk on his face, he lent forward to kiss you on the lips cupping your cheeks,

“I missed you” he pulled back, you could see he mustn't have shaved since you left, his scruff more noticeable which he knew you loved. He kissed your forehead before taking your case out of your hands wrapping his long fingers around the handle, lifting it inside.

“Rafi I was gone for two days” you laughed as he looked over his shoulder with an eye brow raised “I missed you too Papi” you rubbed his back as you walked.

You followed Rafael into his bedroom and he sat your case on the floor,

“Mind if I shower I smell like plane”

You walked out of the bathroom with a purple silk dressing gown with nothing on underneath it. As you walked into the bedroom Rafael was sitting on the bed in a black long sleeved t-shirt and jeans, legs out stretched in front of him, scrolling through his phone,

“Feel better?” Rafael didn’t even look up from his phone when he heard the bathroom door close.

“Much, thanks Papi”

Rafael heard the edge in your voice, snapping his eyes up to you walking to stand next to the bed where he was sitting. He locked his phone and sat it on the bed side table licking his lips.  As you got to his side, you put your pointer finger on the cuff of his jeans leg and run it up his leg as you walked stopping as you got to his belt. Rafael inhaled hard through his nose, his cock stirring as you got closer seeing your hard nipples raised under the silk. You lent forward leaning down near his ear,

“Rafael” you reached down and pulled the strap that was tied around your middle lose, your dressing gown moving apart to show your naked skin. Rafael bit his bottom lip, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. He wrapped his fingers around your wrist pulling you to stand between them. He reached up with his long pointer finger brushing the tip down from the base of your throat too just below your belly button. You shivered sucking in your bottom lip.

“¿Pensaste en mí cuando estabas fuera?” (Did you think of me when you were away?)

“Yes”

“Te tocaste a ti mismo? (did you touch yourself?) Rafael pushed you back slightly by your hips so he could stand in front of you. Reaching down to pull off his shirt.

“No Papi” your eyes scanned his chest before you met his gazed again.

“Good girl” Rafael ran his pointed finger along your jaw “Just liked we talked about, Si?”

You nodded shrugging off your dressing gown and making your way to lay at the foot of the bed, your knees bent and hanging off the edge. As you laid down you melted into Rafael’s navy silk comforter, the coolness on your burning skin made you moan as you brushed your fingers up your naked side.

Rafael moved the arm chair that was in the corner of his room to the foot of the bed close enough to you, but not too close. Rafael removed his jeans and boxers sitting on the chair moving it slightly closer to you. He reached down to wrap his fingers around your ankles, lifting them both to rest on the arms of the chair, so he was sitting between your legs on the chair. Rafael kissed below each of your kneecaps, his scruff on your skin instantly making you wet.  

Rafael moaned looking directly into your core at the shine of your wet pussy, his cock stiffening,

“Are you comfortable Y/N?”

“Yes” you nodded

“When you’re ready Mami, just pretend I’ am not here”

You reached for one boob kneading it slowly, tugging and twisting at your nipple slightly, while the other hand ran down your middle, over your stomach and pubic bone, to your extremely wet lips. With your pointer finger, you ran it over the outside of your lips, your wet coating it. The pit in your stomach starting to knot. Gently you ran your finger up your slit again parting your lips open brushing your clit with the tip of your finger.

Rafael was breathing heavy, watching as you played with yourself in his bed. This for him had reached ultimate fantasy granted. He would do anything you wanted after this. His cock was fully erected now and he was fighting himself not to wrap his hand around it, not wanting to come just yet. But as soon as you slid in a finger he couldn’t handle it anymore, wrapping his long fingers around his hard and weeping cock, stroking with his jaw slack.  He moaned and bucked his hips when you slipped in another finger.

He could see you had picked up the pace on your finger pumps, your hand that was on your boob now rubbing your hardened pearl, your back slightly arched off the bed. His balls were heavy and his mouth fully open as he watched your fingers disappear into yourself, your moans starting to get louder, he could hear you huffing his name between moans.  

The knot in your stomach was almost wound as tight as it would go, your back was arched higher, your moans loud and your fingers sopping wet. You had just curled you toes on the arm of the chair, when you felt Rafael wrap his fingers around your wrists pulling them off and out of you, his mouth enveloping around your fingers sucking them clean, then doing the same with the other one on the other hand. Rafael’s eyes were dark with a slight smirk on his face when he moved your hands above your head pinning your writs to the bed, the head of his cock resting at your opening. Leaning down close to your ear,

“You taste so sweet Mami- this pussy is mine, me entiendes?”

“Si Papi”

“Good girl” Rafael growled.

Rafael moved to stand, pulling you up with him by your writs. Rafael let go of your wrists once you were standing and he sat down back on the arm chair, putting his hands on your waist to turn you around so your back was to him. He moved his hips slightly so as you sat down he would slide onto you. He pulled you down, his cock sliding into you perfectly as you sat down completely your legs spread apart on either side of his.

Rafael snaked an arm around your front grabbing on your boob, his big warm hand squeezing it, his other resting just on the inside of your upper thigh. He bucked up once making your head fall forward so wound up from your almost climax,

“Do you know how hot that was Y/N watching you fuck yourself? Your such a good girl for Papi, making my fantasies come true” Rafael kissed you shoulder and rubbed his scruffy chin over it.

You starting to roll your hips grabbing onto his forearm, Rafael breathing heavy into your shoulder,

“¿me extrañaste?” (Did you miss me?)

“Yes, so much” you moaned out.

Rafael moved his hand from your boob back around to your shoulder pushing you forward to lean on the bed on your forearms. You started to bounce up and down, Rafael slamming you down by your shoulder and hip,

“oh mi si (oh my yes) Are you close?” Rafael grunted out.

“Harder Rafi” you whimpered reaching down to rub your sensitive pearl your knot in your stomach about to snap. You balled Rafael’s silk cover in your hand, your face resting on it. You screamed into the silk, your whole body shaking feeling like fireworks were going off in your body. You sat up slightly breathless as Rafael thrusted up into you falling back in the chair and grunting as he painted your inner walls with his seed.

You both stayed like that for a moment till you felt Rafael go soft. You lifted up to lay on the bed when Rafael pulled you back down to sit on his lap so you could snuggle into his neck. Rafael drew circles on your naked hip, your hand resting in his cheek as you breathlessly kissed along his scruffy jaw. You sat up after a long moment leaning up to kiss Rafael deeply. You both still slightly breathless.

Rafael scooped up your legs and his grip on your side tightened as he stood up carrying you over to the bed placing you down. You adjusted to get under the blankets, Rafael made his way around the bed moving the blankets back on his side and sitting down. He opened his bedside table drawer and pulled out an envelope, handing it to you as he got under the blankets,

“Before I forget, can you give this to Liv tomorrow please, she is expecting it”  

“Ah- sure. For a case?”

“Open it” Rafael kissed your cheek wrapping an arm around you pulling you into his side.

You opened the lip of the envelop and pulled out the sheet of paper, unfolding it too look at it. You gasped and looked at him wide eyed when you saw ‘Full Disclosure’ written at the top and Rafael’s signature at the bottom,

“Really?” you felt the tears in the corner of your eyes. Rafael chuckled, cupping your cheek running his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Just another fantasy mi Amor”

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[writemekpop]

Truly, Madly, Deeply | Zhong Chenle

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader

Summary: When the wounds from your breakup with Jeno are still fresh, Chenle becomes your shoulder to cry on. Only he wants to be much more than “just friends”...

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1k

Gif: @zchnles

Late-night chatter sighs through the Homely Taste Restaurant. You scratch your hair back into a bun, forcing back the veil of exhaustion pressing down on you.  

Your Korean might have improved, but the demands of Seoul life still exhaust you.

The truth is: you need the aching feet, the vice-like apron, the hair tickling your eyes. This waitressing job might bring you to tears, but at least it stops you crying over Jeno.

Jeno. That selfish bastard. Still, his image invades your mind, all twinkling eye-smiles and caramel fringed hair. Your throat goes tight. You push the thought away.

“Good evening, Madam. I heard you had a problem with your order?” You muster the friendliest voice you can manage.

“A problem? That’s a nice way of putting it. I ordered a side salad and got these…things.” The customer covers a theatrical gag with her handkerchief. A plate of fries steams exhaustedly from her plate.

“That’s no problem. I’ll get that changed right away.” Your inner eyeroll is just about hidden under your perfect-waitress mask.

Her gradually reddening face is not a good sign. “Right away? I’ve been trying to get these sent back for an hour! This restaurant is awful enough without idiots like you in the service!” Your stomach turns. You try to block out her words, but they’re needling into you.

“I’m not surprised, really.” A sneer flickers at her lip. “You can’t even speak Korean properly. Bloody immigrants.”

Her words thump into your chest, knocking you breathless. Your heart, already aching with Jeno’s hastily patched-up wounds, splits in two.

You’re an outsider, and you always will be.

You stumble towards the door, ees clouding till her smug expression is little more than a blur. Just as tears spring onto your cheeks, you hear someone stomping past you.  

It’s Chenle. Your heart drums in your chest. You’re too dazed to speak, watching silently from the door. Chenle’s liquid black eyes are narrowed, a furious crimson staining his creamy cheeks.

“Get out of here.” Chenle’s full lips are taut, one finger jabbing towards the door. “No one talks to Y/n that way. No one.” His slight frame is shuddering with waves of fury.  

A golden feeling trickles down your spine.

“You’re a racist idiot who doesn’t deserve to eat here!” For the first time ever, Chenle’s smooth voice is quivering with anger.  

Huffing, the woman stumbles towards the door.  

Fresh tears rock through you, and you escape to the storeroom. The tears flow faster as you realise that Chenle’s going to get in trouble too. All because of you.

You hear trainers padding after you. Chenle’s icy expression has melted, rippling with concern. He places a gentle hand on your shoulder, and your breath catches.

No one’s touched you like that – tenderly - in so long. Not since… him. The ghost of Jeno’s touch returns to you – soft enough to dry any tear, so gaspingly hot it sent earthquakes rumbling over your skin. The constant ache in your heart spikes.

You choke out, “Chenle, you didn’t have to do that.”

Chenle hugs you closer, and a flutter of warmth interrupts your pain.  

“Hey, it was nothing. I could have punched her in the face. I-I swear!” Chenle mimes a wild jab, knocking a row of plastic cups off a shelf.

“Careful!” you exclaim, but a smile pulls at your damp cheeks. “Thank you, though. Honestly.”

“Don’t thank me! N-no one gets to treat you like that. You’re-you’re like, perfect.”

Heat prickles at your cheeks. Chenle pauses, a frown crinkling his ebony brows. “And now that we’re talking about it, you deserved so much better than that Jeno guy too. The way he hurt you… was just wrong.”

Sunrays flood the holes in your heart. “You know what? I do deserve better.” You let Chenle’s firm arm support you.

“I deserve someone like you, you know?” Smiling at the idea of it, you meet Chenle’s cocoa butter eyes. “Someone… kind, cute,” you chuckle a little, “someone who’s there for me when I need them…” Chenle’s face is totally serious.  

For a moment, your thudding pulse is the only sound. You let your pain slip out of your grasp for a second, lost in the blushing pale flecks hidden in Chenle’s midnight eyes.

Suddenly, Chenle pulls his arm from your shoulder, and your heart plummets. Frozen in your surprise, you don’t realise what Chenle’s about to do till it’s too late.

Chenle springs off his chair and lowers himself to the dusty floor, clasping your hand gently.

He’s on one knee.

Your heart gets stuck in your throat. What the hell is happening?

Chenle’s eyes are red and glassy. “Y/n, I know this is sudden, but I know how I feel. You’re, like, the most incredible person I’ve ever known, and you don’t ever need to date another idiot again a-and we’d be the most amazing couple, and I just love you so much, and I know I could protect you, so you never face anyone like that woman again. Marry me, Y/n.”

Your jaw drops. Before you can stop them, a wave of searing, unwanted memories drown you: Jeno’s urgent murmuring, the sweaty leather of his car seat, promises made and broken…

After an ear-splitting silence, an answer tumbles from your lips. “Um, for starters, I don’t need to be protected.”

Chenle’s tissue-face crumples.

Breathing hard, you remind yourself: this is not Jeno. Chenle doesn’t need to pay for his mistakes.

You continue, “No, no I was trying to be funny! Hey…uh- I-I, uh, appreciate your offer, and uh, wow. You love me.”

Chenle’s shoulders drop, and it pulls open a yawning chasm inside you.

“Hey, no, don’t be sad! I-I- was really…touched by your offer. But you can’t just ask someone to marry you!” You start laughing, shoulders shaking with the craziness of it.

A smile creeps onto Chenle’s face.

“I really am touched.” You toy with a soft curl of Chenle’s hair.

“Anyway… my proposal was pretty badass, right?” Chenle’s gorgeous smile is back again. Your shoulders finally relax.

“Super badass,” you murmur, grinning back at him. But when Chenle returns to picking up the cups, you sense a sag in his shoulders.

“Hey, Chenle?”

His head snaps back to you, hair puppy-flopping.

“Just because I don’t want to marry you today… doesn’t mean I don’t like you.”

Chenle’s grin lights up the room.

[harrywritingsbyme]

This prompt is so personal but i NEED it. Let’s just start by saying that my dad HATES me. He does. He always used to beat me when i was a kid. And if he could, he would still do it now that i’m 20. Could you write something about Harry finding out about this? Telling me that i am worth it and that all the mean things my dad told me are not true. And maybe he goes and beat him up. Dunno. But just thinking about Harry protecting me makes my heart melt. Thank you if you’ll do, means a lot.

Dad

TW: Mentions of death, and mild mentions of physical/emotional abuse

A/N: I know this was a little while ago, but I hope you’re feeling a little better and I hope the situation with your dad has gotten a little better now. I created a storyline, but I kept all of the information from your ask. I hope this is everything you wanted ☺️💕 Enjoy🙃

You didn’t choose to have a bad relationship with your dad. Ever since you were little, all you wanted was to have this great, picture perfect relationship with him, but instead you got the exact opposite. Your entire childhood was filled with tears. You were all alone with no one to talk to about the things you were going through. You just wanted to get as far away from him as possible. As time went on and you were nearing the point in your life where you could finally leave home you did everything you could to ensure that you would be as far away from him as possible.

Normally kids would miss their parents when it was time to leave for college. But you on the other hand chose the school on the other side of the country and worked your ass off to make sure you got in. And when you did, you immediately began to pack up all of your things. You counted the days until you could just leave, you'd been planning and saving for months for that day. On the day of your high school graduation you decided to just pick up and go. You moved far away from him and you never looked back.

Ever since then, you built a life without him in it. You graduated from college and you made something out of yourself. You put everything from your childhood behind you and you went forward. In moving forward you met the love of your life. When you met Harry, it was like a breath of fresh air. He helped you to see how you were supposed to be treated and loved. You guys had something that you wanted to hold onto forever.

In creating something positive and amazing with Harry, you held back the intricate details of your past. You didn’t tell Harry about what happened between you and your dad. All you did was tell him that your mom died when you were really young, and that you had an estranged relationship with your dad. Thats all you said to him, and thats all you really felt the need to say. Thats all you wanted to say, because if you talked about it, it was going to make you sad. And if you were sad, you were going to cry. And you really didn’t want to cry. Of course you weren’t going to be happy all of the time, but if you could limit the amount of times that you weren’t, you were definitely going to try your best to do so.

You wanted to tell Harry, it was just that you were afraid of how it could change things. You didn’t want him to throw you a pity party, you just wanted him to hear and understand the pain your dad caused you. That’s it, that’s all you wanted. You were just waiting until the right time. Except you weren’t going to have the opportunity to wait for the ‘right time’, because the right time was happening right now.

“Hey babe, whats this?” Harry turns to show you the box in his hands.

“Um, how’d you find that?” You sit up in the bed.

“I was looking for one of my shirts, and I know that you have most of them and I went to grab one and I just stumbled across this.” He explains. “You don’t have to explain though.” he rushes out.

“No, I’ll talk about it” because now or never. You’d been together for a little over a year now and it was time to talk about your past with Harry. It was only fair for you to talk to him. You beckon him over to join you on the bed. When he sits down, he slides the box over to you. You take one last deep breath, and you begin. “So remember how I told you that I have a bit of an estranged relationship?”

“Yeah, you said that you guys haven’t spoken since you were in high school”

“Yeah, um, theres more that I haven’t told you” you begin. You could already feel your eyes watering up.

“Look, you don’t have to talk about this if it makes you upset. I respect the fact that you may not want to talk about this. But whenever you are ready to talk, I’ll be ready to listen.” He reaches over and puts his hand over yours.

“Well I want to talk to you about it. And you deserve to know about my past.” You put your other hand on top of his. “So, where should I start?”

“Anywhere you want” he sends you a soft smile.

“Okay. So growing up it was just me and my dad. From the time I started school to the time I graduated, my life was hell. He’d constantly berate and put me down. He would tell me that I wasn’t worth anything. He’d take all of his frustration out on me, physically and emotionally...” the tears were already there, now they were just pouring out of your eyes. “He always blamed me for my mother passing and he’d tell me that I wasn’t worth his time or anything else for that matter. I just took the verbal and physical lashings up until high school and then I left and never looked back. And it was the best thing I could have ever done.” Once you finish speaking you begin to sob. This is what you were afraid of. You didn’t want to feel anything, you wanted to push everything behind you without acknowledging the pain that it caused. You didn’t want to acknowledge the pain, because it would be like he won.

Harry immediately moves further up the bed to wrap you in his arms. That only made you cry even harder. To have a man who loves you holding you in his arms was something you hadn’t really experienced until you met Harry. Nothing could make up for what your father did to you, but what you had with Harry allowed you to block out what you went through. 

“So, before I begin my speech, do you mind telling me what’s in the box?” He whispers to you once your cries die down. 

“Um, so despite the fact that my dad used to beat me, and probably still would today, it doesn’t mean that I don’t love him. As much as he put me through, he’s still my dad. And even though he doesn’t deserve it, I do still love him.” You sit up and you pull the box closer to you. When you open up the box you see all of the envelopes with the return to sender tag at the bottom. “These are all of the Christmas, birthday, and the rare thinking of you cards I’ve sent him since I left home.” You sigh. “I thought I got the address wrong but I checked and it’s the same as it’s always been.”

“So you’re telling me, that the man who put you through hell is sending back the letters you’ve written to him? He doesn't realize that your kindness is the last thing that he deserves?” All you could do was nod. You could hear the anger in Harry’s voice. Listening to how you not only grew up alone, but hearing that the man who was supposed to protect you was the man you needed to be protected from made Harry burn with anger. He so badly wanted to hop on the next flight to your hometown and give the bastard who didn’t deserve the title of being your father a piece of his mind, and his fist. He wraps his arms around you tighter, wanting you to feel how much he loved you. He wanted to give you all of the love you didn’t receive growing up.

“Can I give my speech now?” He whispers

“Yeah, let me just get some tissues first” Harry releases his tight grip on you and you run into the bathroom to grab the box of tissues. You climb back onto the bed and you turn to face Harry. He moves in closer to you and he grabs your hands in his.

“Well I want to tell you that I’m not going to throw you a pity party and me knowing this isn’t going to change things. I still love you more than you even know, and I will always love you more than you even know. I’m so proud of you and the fact that you overcome this and you became something beyond what you went through growing up. No one should have to go through such a negative experience the way you did. But if we look at this from a positive point of view, if you hadn’t gone through those things, you wouldn’t have left, and we wouldn’t have met each other and I have no idea of what I would be doing if I hadn’t met you. You make me want to be a better person.” By now the tears were streaming down both of your faces and they weren’t stopping anytime soon. “I’m honored that such a strong woman like you has allowed me to love her. I may screw up sometimes, but you have my word that I will never hurt you or harm you the way he did. And I promise to never hurt our children the way he hurt you either.” your head immediately shoots up to look at him. Neither of you had explicitly told one another that you wanted to get married and have children, but the feeling was definitely there. Hearing Harry say that made you melt completely. It was almost like it sealed the deal. Everything he said made you firmly believe that Harry truly understood you and that he was here for you.

You then leap from where you were sitting and into his arms. It was the only place where you felt completely safe. The two of you just hold each other tight. Nothing needed to be said, the way you two held onto each other so tight did all of the talking.

Once the two of you finally pull apart you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. It was like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. You were able to finally felt comfortable enough to talk to someone about what you went through and it was really nice. You didn’t have the burden of holding back a part of yourself. You felt like talking to Harry about it was a way for you to unload some of the pain you’d been carrying around for so long.

Maybe you wouldn’t be 100% better immediately, but having Harry by your side to move forward in a positive and healthy direction was a good place to start.

Masterlist

[crispychrissy]

Wildfire (6/?)

Summary: Wanda and Y/N discover something unsettling in her memories, and it reveals more about what Y/N went through. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 3015 Warnings: Language, angst, violence, more sciencey stuff, a surprise A/N: I am so happy I was able to break through my writers block and write this for you guys. Wildfire is a personal favorite story of mine, and I love how the story is being weaved together and built. Please let me know if you are enjoying this, feedback gives me the fuel to keep going. :) Below gif is made by me, and this was beta’d by the ever so lovely @saxxxology.

Part 1—Marvel Masterlist

The memory overtook Y/N’s mind, sending her into almost a dreamlike state of consciousness. The room around her melted into the floor, replaced by concrete, glass, and a dusty dirt floor. The acrid smell of blood, sweat, and soot had bile rising in the back of her throat, but she continued to remind herself it wasn’t real, trying to stay grounded and not losing herself to the illusion. Y/N was a spectator now, watching from the sidelines as her memory played out.

“Again!” an accented voice boomed, and even though it was only in Y/N’s mind, she flinched. “Get up!”

“Where are we?” Wanda asked, appearing as a somewhat ghostly apparition to her right.

“This was about a year after I was enhanced, in the training and testing wing of the facility I was held at,” Y/N whispered, wincing in sympathy for her former self when she was punched in the face by the uniformed man towering over her. “That,” she pointed to the man, “is Eli Porter. He supervised most of my training.”

Wanda sniffed in distaste. “He seems like an asshole.”

Y/N smiled. “He was.”

Wanda raised a questioning brow, but Y/N only continued to stare at what was unfolding. There were six men in protective suits in the room aside from Eli, all in various stages of injury, leaving Y/N severely outmatched. Y/N’s memory self dragged herself from the floor, wiping the blood dripping from a gash on her nose with the back of her hand.

“I can’t do it,” memory Y/N growled, clenching her hands into fists.

“And I said I don’t give a fuck,” Eli sneered back. “Do what you're told or I’ll strap you down and let my men do whatever they want to make you compliant.”

“This is when I realized he made a mistake,” Y/N said, watching as her memory self’s eyes widened, realizing Eli had not worn his protective fire-proof suit into the training area like he should have.

In a blur of movement, memory Y/N darted forward and jumped so she could put her hands on either side of Eli’s head. Fire surged in her veins and out of her hands, and Eli screamed when his skin began to blister and sizzle. Flames consumed the man’s head, spreading down his neck and shoulders, igniting the expensive wool suit he was wearing. Y/N released him and stepped back, but by the time the other men in the room realized what had happened, Eli’s head was engulfed in flames, and he took several shuffled steps backward before collapsing.

“Well, then,” Wanda mumbled. “Brutal, but it appears he deserved what he got. This doesn’t seem like—”

“Keep watching,” Y/N breathed out, closing her eyes as the memory shifted.

In a montage of memories, Y/N watched with tear blurry eyes as her memory counterpart was beaten, tortured, starved, and worked within an inch of her life every single day. The punishment she endured for killing Eli lasted over two months, and every day began fresh due to her accelerated healing. The men would take bets on how many broken bones they could give before she’d pass out, or how long it would take her to lose consciousness if her throat was slit.

When they broke her body, they tried to break her mind. The knowledge she would heal allowed her to ignore the pain for the most part, and it frustrated her captors to no end. The scene flashed and changed, showing Y/N’s memory self strapped into a medical chair, wires attached to electrodes stuck all over her head. Her body looked so damaged and frail, and when a man in a lab coat flipped a switch and turned on a strange machine, electricity surged into her head. Her back arched and she opened her mouth to scream, but a mixture of dehydration and scar tissue around repeated cuts on her throat resulted in no sound. Tears flowed from her eyes as the machine powered down, and one of the men walked up, leaning forward to speak to her.

“You belong here,” he told her, “we’re trying to help you. Stop fighting us.”

With a quiet sob, memory Y/N lethargically nodded her head, finally giving in.

It was a weakness she promised herself she would never feel again.

“Y/N,” Wanda said calmly, making Y/N turn away from the horror playing out in front of her to look at the redhead. “You need to relax, okay?”

Y/N looked at her, confused, before she realized her fists were clenched tightly, and there were small flickers of orange flames dancing across her hands. A soft gasp left her lips as she relaxed her hands, snuffing out the flames. “Sorry. I just… watching from the sidelines is different. I still can’t believe I listened to them.”

“They tortured you, not even the strongest mind could withstand that.” Wanda’s attention shifted back to the memory playing out, and a deep frown eclipsed her face. “What are they doing?”

Y/N looked back, watching as one of the white coated men tinkered with a vial of some kind of opaque substance. The memory was fuzzy, like it was being seen through a camera that couldn’t focus, and both she and Wanda leaned forward to try and decipher the writing on the label.

“I was really out of it at this point, don’t remember ever seeing what it was they injected me with.” Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. “Can’t see something in the playback I didn’t see at the time.”

“Maybe not, but I can try to clear it up a little,” Wanda glanced at Y/N, “if you’ll allow me. The eyes register a lot more than the brain can process. All you need is to find the right set of… magical glasses, if you will.”

“If you think it’ll help, please, knock yourself out.” Y/N chuckled, then winced, rubbing her temples again. “Not literally. Please don’t knock yourself out.”

Wanda’s eyes glowed a deep crimson, and she smiled as she began to send wisps of red into the air from her hands. They danced around like sentient tendrils of light, poking and prodding various spots in her memory. When one wisp got close to the area where the doctor was working with the mysterious vial, an inky black puff of smoke appeared and seemed to snap at it, making the tendril retreat.

“Oh, that’s very strange,” Wanda hummed to herself, “whatever is in that vial seems to be pushing back against my magic. Which should be impossible since we’re only in an illusionary representation of your memory.”

A sharp pain stabbed at the back of Y/N’s head, making her squeeze her eyes shut. “Wanda…”

“One second. I’m trying to coax it out.” Wanda continued to focus on the mysterious billow of black smoke that had coiled itself around the doctor holding the vial like a snake ready to strike. 

The longer Wanda interacted with the entity, the more intense Y/N’s pain became. When the witch was finally able to touch it with her magic, Y/N screamed and dropped to her knees, clutching her head. It felt like her brain was being burned from the inside, and she began to claw at her hair, digging her nails into her scalp to somehow make the pain stop.

“Y/N!” Wanda shouted, ceasing the use of her magic and rushing to Y/N’s side. Wanda couldn’t see anything actively attacking her, and she tried to stop Y/N’s frantic scratching. “Hey, can you hear me?”

Y/N slumped back, trembling, with tears streaming down her face as Wanda tried to calm her, and neither of them noticed the black smoke slithering its way toward them. The hair on the back of Wanda’s neck stood up and she pivoted on her heel, raising her hands to defend herself against an attack.

“No one escapes the abyss,” the smoky entity hissed, it’s voice gravelly and eerily echoey. 

Wanda set her jaw and narrowed her eyes. “Watch me.”

The area was engulfed with a bright red light, and Wanda held onto Y/N as she forced herself and her magic away from the memory. Normally she would gradually remove herself, allowing reality to trickle back in, but there was no choice in this situation. Leaving a memory like this was unpleasant, and she could feel a trickle of blood fall from her nose at the intense amount of mental strain it caused her. As dark splotches began to flood Wanda’s vision, she made sure all of her magic was untainted and free of whatever that entity was before she allowed herself to succumb to the darkness.

Wanda jolted back to reality when she felt something touching her face, and instinct took over as she regained consciousness. She lifted her hand and sent out a burst of magic, forcing whatever was touching her away, fearing it was something malicious from the memory. When she opened her eyes, she realized the something touching her face was actually someone, and watched as a dazed Steve was helped up from the floor by Bucky.

“Wanda?” Steve questioned, rushing back to her side as Bucky went to Y/N.

“There’s… something inside her mind. The… abyss.” Wanda’s eyes rolled back into her head and she went limp in Steve’s arms.

“Shit,” Steve hissed, waving the nurses in before glancing over to his best friend. “Buck? Y/N?”

Bucky’s hands were running along Y/N’s arms, legs, and head, checking for any open wounds or broken bones with military precision. “There’s blood coming from her ears, but she looks uninjured. Well, no physical injuries, at least.” The nurses took over, also looking for injuries, and Bucky slid backward to allow them to work.

“What did Wanda say to you, Cap?” Bruce asked quietly, kneeling down next to Wanda and helping Steve shift her onto one of the collapsable stretchers he removed from his medical kit. 

Steve let out a long breath of air, slumping back onto his bottom. “She said there’s something in Y/N’s mind.” Steve glanced behind him at Bucky helping the nurses shift Y/N onto the stretcher, and lowered his voice. “The abyss?”

“Doesn’t ring any bells.” Bruce shrugged, hooking up a small portable set of vital monitoring machines to Wanda. “Wanda’s stable, just unconscious. If I had to guess, she overexerted herself.” He looked over his shoulder at Y/N and the nurses lifting her onto a similar stretcher as Wanda’s. “Marlene, make sure you take her for a brain scan right away. I may not be a medical doctor, but even I know blood dripping from someone’s ears is never a good thing.”

Marlene nodded and with help from the other nurse, they lifted Y/N up and carried her quickly from the room.

Bucky studied Y/N’s bloody ears as the nurses walked past him, and he shivered as he was assaulted with a flash of his own memory. Zola’s face studying him, injecting him with things, and electrodes being placed on his head before a mind numbing amount of pain shot through him. He remembered looking at his reflection in the mirror once they got back to the Army base camp in Italy, noticing the dried blood that had come from his ears.

“Yeah, never a good thing,” Bucky muttered, and when Steve looked over at him with deep concern on his face, Bucky managed to give him a soft reassuring smile. “Just remembering what happened in Kreischberg,” Bucky tapped his ear with his finger, “I’m good.” Steve’s frown remained, and Bucky rolled his eyes. “Really, pal, I’m fine. I’ve remembered that one before.”

“Cap, a hand?” Bruce asked, crouching at the front of the stretcher.

Steve leaned forward and took a hold of the bottom of the stretcher, lifting Wanda once Bruce counted to three. Bucky led the way as they carried her out of the room and down the hallway. Once they reached the medical wing, Tony and Natasha, who were standing outside the MRI room, joined the group.

“What the hell happened?” Tony asked, frowning at Wanda’s unconscious form as they continued down the hallway and into an empty room.

“Wanda was trying to help Y/N remember more of her captivity and figure out why she can’t get a read on her mind, so she did the mind meld thing she did with Bucky when he first got here.” Steve ran a hand through his hair. “Before she passed out, Wanda said there’s something in Y/N’s mind. Called it the abyss.”

“Hmm,” Tony tapped the side of his glasses, “FRIDAY, run a search on the abyss in relation to Hydra. Any files come up?”

“No, boss,” the AI replied, “the only results I found are excerpts from private journals of Hydra officers. They are all personal reflections about their plans to ‘send SHIELD into the abyss’.”

“That’s because she’s not searching for the correct term,” Bucky chimed in with a shaky voice, moving toward Tony. “It’s not spelled a-b-y-s-s like the word, it’s an acronym. A-B-I-S.”

“FRIDAY?” Tony prompted again.

“Found it,” FRIDAY announced. “ABIS: Autonomic Brain Infiltration Substance. Records are limited, but it appears it was created under the scientific human experimentation umbrella of the Winter Soldier Project.” 

All eyes snapped to Bucky, and Steve took a hesitant step forward, waiting for him to explain.

“It, uhhh, it didn’t work on me, which is why they went with the brainwashing.” Bucky’s metal arm whirred as his hand closed into a fist. “I don’t know what it was made of, but it was designed to strip you of your free will. The doctors kinda explained some of how it worked when they didn’t think I was listening. Not only does it block you from making your own decisions, but it also blocks anything external that tries to affect you and if someone tries to remove it, it fights back.”  

“Which is why Wanda couldn’t see inside Y/N’s mind,” Steve realized, looking over at Bruce. “Did any of her tests show this thing inside her head?”

Bruce looked up from the monitor he was studying, shifting uncomfortably at how close Natasha was leaning over his shoulder. “I’m looking back through her scans right now. Everything looks completely normal. So either it doesn’t block medical equipment, or protected itself from discovery by projecting a fake result of the scan.”

“Can it do that?” Natasha asked, looking between Bucky and the scans up on the screen.

“I don’t know.” Bucky had more of his own questions than answers for everyone else, but he knew the amount of pain he was in for weeks after they injected it into him. “It never worked on me, and I don’t know why. Maybe it can only latch onto enhanced people?”

“We’re both enhanced, Bucky,” Steve reminded him.

“Yeah, but by chemicals. I’m talking about inhumans, the ones with dormant abilities that are activated.” Bucky turned toward Bruce, and gestured to the doctor. “You said it yourself, Banner, she has mutated DNA, just like the inhumans that began to pop up everywhere a few years back. What if they used the Power Stone to trigger her mutation?”

Natasha’s eyes widened, even though they were full of sadness and sympathy. “And when she resisted, they used this ABIS thing to try and control her.”

“They did say it was going to be more effective and faster than brainwashing,” Bucky growled, “and I bet she didn’t even know it was inside her.”

“She didn’t.”

Wanda was sitting up in the hospital bed, her eyes unfocused as she slowly blinked at the small group standing in her hospital room. Everyone, aside from Bruce, rushed toward her when they saw she was awake. Wanda’s hand was shaking as she gripped the rail of the bed and lifted herself up into a sitting position.

“Easy there, witchy woman,” Tony gently urged her to lay back down, “you need to rest.”

Wanda slumped back, breathing heavily at how fast the small amount of exertion exhausted her. “Y/N?” 

“Unconscious, but aside from some bloody ears, appears unharmed. We’re giving her an MRI right now.” Steve sat down in one of the comfy plush chairs next to her bed. “What happened, Wanda?”

Wanda took a deep breath and closed her eyes, retelling her experience with Y/N in her memory. Everyone showed some form of anger or outrage when Wanda explained the amount of torture Y/N endured after she killed Eli, and when she began to explain the strange black substance in a vial, Bucky cut her off.

“That’s it, that’s what the ABIS looked like.”

“It talked to me,” Wanda whispered. “Told me ‘no one can escape the abyss’ before I forced myself from her memory and mind.”

“Ouch,” Bucky winced in sympathy, having seen the toll it took on her when she’d had to do a quick mental extraction like that before. “You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah,” Wanda smiled. “Just need some rest. But what do you mean ‘that’s what it looked like’? Have you seen it before?”

“ABIS is an acronym, A-B-I-S. It stands for Autonomic Brain Infiltration Substance. They tried to use it to control me when I was the Winter Soldier. It didn’t work, and they resorted to brainwashing.” Bucky shook his head. “Apparently they kept what was left, or still had the recipe somewhere to recreate it.”

“I’m sorry, guys, I’m not strong enough to poke around and get you more answers,” Wanda rasped, eagerly taking the bottle of water Tony offered, chugging half of it in seconds. After she recapped the bottle, she sent Tony a sympathetic look. “But I do know who is.”

“Aw, hell,” Tony sighed, throwing his arms up in the air in exasperation. “Here we go.”

Steve grinned and looked toward the ceiling. “Heimdall! Can you please let Thor know we are requesting his presence?” Steve sighed. “His and Loki’s.”

***

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[baroquebucky]

bad weather

in which you give Bucky house warming gifts

masterlist

a/n: hey guys ! here’s a short little bucky fic i thought of last night its kind of a mess but idc its sweet hehe <3 send in requests for our beefy boy

You finished stuffing the little basket with a couple small things and closed it, smiling as you texted bucky;

im walking over w your house warming gift !! <3

aw doll i could just pick you up :-)

no >:(

You quickly sent the text and headed out the door, a smile on your face as you walked down the street, headphones in. However your music wasn’t loud enough to cover the loud thunder from the sky. You jumped slightly, looking at the sky and noticing the flash on lightning, the sky quickly darkening.

You sped up, hoping to beat the rain, you were only a couple blocks away when the thunder cracked, a flash of lightning lit up the city and rain began to pour. You squealed, cursing yourself for not bringing an umbrella as you continued to rush down the street, taking your sweater off and wrapping the basket in it so your gifts wouldn’t get wet.

You tried taking shelter under a roof for a while but the wind only blew the rain in your face, you huffed, mentally preparing yourself to sprint the rest of the way. By the time you turned the final corner you were out of breath, your side hurt and you probably looked like a wet dog (smelled it too).

You quickly knocked on buckys new door, shaking slightly from the cold water, you envied the basket seeing as though it was perfectly dry since you covered it with your jacket.

Bucky swung the door open, a smile on his face that quickly turned into a frown when he saw your soaked frame. His frown turned back into a smile as he began to giggle.

“I told you i should’ve picked you up” he teased and you rolled your eyes, pouting a little as you let yourself in. “I never said come in!” He joked, closing the door as you stood by the doorway. “I’m soaking wet and I’m cold, dont test me Buchanan” you threatened, unwrapping your now wet jacket from the basket and setting it down on the table.

“oh doll why’d you wrap the basket in your jacket! You’re gonna catch a cold” he spoke, pulling you into his chest. You let out a content sigh as his body warmth radiated onto you. “you sound like a mom” you joked causing him to scoff and push you away, which resulted in you whining and him hugging you once more.

“let me get you dry clothes to change into doll face” he smiled, kissing the top of your head before going to his room. “come look at my new room! it’s so cool” he giggled, grabbing your hand and pulling you along.

As you took in his new room he rummaged through his closet, mumbling to himself as he tried to remember where he put his long sleeves. After a couple unsuccessful attempts he found the right drawer and pulled out a soft long sleeve shirt along with a pair of boxers.

“you can change into these if you wanna, so you aren’t dripping all over my new carpet” he teased and you scrunched up you face, sticking your tongue out causing him to smile. “you’re so cute” he replied, kissing your nose before heading to the bathroom to get you a towel for your hair.

As he handed you the towel he spoke up, “I’ll wait for you outside doll, tell me if you need anything okay?” you nodded, blushing at how respectful he was.

You quickly changed, his shirt fitting very loose and comfy, it smelled like him and it made your heart swoon. You pulled on the boxers and dried your hair a little with the towel, putting it back in the restroom when you finished and walking out with your wet clothes in hand.

Bucky felt his breath hitch in his throat when he saw you in his clothes, a blush on his face when he checked you out. “You can put your clothes with my dirty ones doll, I’ll give them to you when i wash” he smiled softly, and you nodded, tossing them into his dirty clothes basket and going to grab the basket as you set it infront of him.

You looked at him excitedly, eager for him to see the gifts you had bought him. “okay it’s not much honestly, but i just wanted to help warm this place up! i know how brooding you can be” you began to ramble, nervous that he wouldn’t like the gifts you got him.

“brooding?” he looked at you offended, you only rolled your eyes at him causing him to chuckle softly. “okay okay open it!” you urged, a smile on your face as he quickly opened the basket.

After tossing out the tissue paper his eyes first landed on a small planter with an arrangement of fake succulents. A small smile on his face as he noticed the bright blue planter with a yellow sun on it and a heart.

“i painted the planter myself, you always said you wanted a pop of color and you always wanted plants but you can never keep them alive because of your missions but these won’t ever die” you explained, Bucky smile only widened, excited to see the rest of your gifts.

There were a couple more things, a digital clock, some plates, and a framed picture of the two of you, he had tears in his eyes as he looked at all the gifts, each one with an intricate meaning behind them. He felt his heart melting as you had explained everything, always talking about how he had mentioned something and so that’s why you got it.

Bucky had only ever had steve remember little things about him, and now here you were, a basket full of gifts for his new house because you had remembered every little things he had mentioned.

He smiled at you, tears in his eyes as you looked at him to see what he thought. “what do you think?” you chewed the inside of your cheek nervously, “i love it” he chuckled, putting everything down and moving to wrap you into his arms, you smiled and threw yourself into his embrace.

the two of you wiggled around for a moment, shifting so that the two of you were now cuddling on the couch, the sound of the rain hitting the window roughly, thunder causing car alarms to go off.

You helped Bucky arrange your gifts around his place, taking some things out of boxes and setting up the living room while listening to music, singing and dancing around with smiles on your faces. Soon enough the two of you were tired, the living room and kitchen were finally finished and the only things left to unpack were half his clothes and some stuff for his room.

You both threw yourself on the couch, cuddling into each other and turning the tv on, flipping through channels until you found something good to watch. Finally settling on just switching to Disney+ and watching Star Wars instead. 

Soon enough you started to yawn pulling your selves over your knuckles and cuddling a little more into buckys chest, he looked at you with a soft smile, pulsing the movie and moving a bit. 

“are you tired doll? we cam go to bed if you want” he spoke softly and you Hummers din response, “I kinda don't wanna get up though” you mumbled against his chest, he smiled, turning the TV off and picking you up swiftly.

“I forgot you were a super soldier for a second” you remarked and he shook his head. Soon enough the two of you were cuddled up under the sheets, the soft patter of the rain hitting his window followed by the occasional flash of lightening that would light up the room. You cuddled him a little closer during the claps of thunder, mainly for his sake, you felt the way he would grip you a little tighter. 

“goodnight buck I love you” you would mumble, placing a gentle kiss on whatever skin was close to you and closing your eyes. His face would heat up, a smile quickly overtaking his features. “goodnight doll, I love you more” he’d reply, kissing you right back and holding you close, falling asleep quickly to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. 

[soldrawss]

Does Big Bro!Mikey AU have an april or no? I think it would be nice for Mikey to have a bff april!!

April is a part of this au, yes! She started out as just a classmate of Mikey’s, they had the same homeroom in high school before Mikey dropped out the summer before his Junior year. They hadn’t really kept in contact, mostly because she only knew him by proxy (Mikey was nice and friendly to everyone, April of course included, but they didn’t have much in common, and their main friend groups were different, so they didn’t hang out much) and when Mikey all but disappeared without an explanation, she kinda just figured he moved or something, and left it at that, not giving him any thought for the next three years.

That is, until she meets him again, in the halls of Hunter College, looking like he was gonna collapse at any minute, which he kinda does, into an empty bench at the schools outside cafe and lounge area. April waffles for a few seconds, because ‘holy shit is that Mike Hamato?’ before biting the bullet and making her way over to say, “Hey, Michael right? Hi, it’s been a while. It’s April, we had homeroom together freshman and sophomore year. I haven’t seen you since Savanti Romero’s pool party. How are you?” And his smile is a slow, automatic thing at first, more out of common politeness than anything else, but then it grows into something much more genuine and glacier melting when he responds back, “April, hey, yeah, hi! Wow, has it really been that long? Man, it seems like just yesterday you were fishing Mondo and me out of the pool after one too many chicken fights. It’s good to see you!”

And catching up seemed so easy, April was almost surprised they hadn’t been better friends in high school. Though, she suspected that was mostly due to Mikey’s incredibly easy charm and naturally inviting warmth. (Dude could make friends with just about anyone)

He was a little different than how she remembered, a little more weather-worn and tired, a kinda weariness that hung off his shoulders like heavyweights. But there was still a bright shine to those penny-colored eyes, and when he smiled, it was with all the dimples and joy that she remembers so clearly from when she was 15. Holding back a laugh at the Hamato kid that was preforming springing handstands across the cafeteria just to draw attention away from the impending fight between two of their more hotheaded classmates and ease the tension out of the air in a ridiculous but effective manner.

She doesn’t ask why he left high school, it doesn’t really occur to her to ask, but after 2 hours of talking (April not even realizing she was missing her history class because she was so caught up in their catching up) he offers the information anyway.

His dad died. When he was barely 16, and he was left alone with 3 baby brothers and no other family that could help take care of them, and oh my god, he just dropped out of school to get his GED like it was the most common thing in the world and he went to work, what, 2, sometimes 3 jobs just to make enough money to support them all and April didn’t mean for tears to start pooling up because that so wasn’t fair to Mikey at all, if anyone should be crying, it should be him, but Mikey just looks a little shy and bashful about it all. “It was hard, but we got through it. And hey, now I’m working at like, this really prestigious Italian restaurant, super classy and everything! And they pay me more than I’m probably worth, but I’ll get my culinary degree in like a year, and then after that, a lot of things will change,” He says like everything in the world is just that easy, handing April a few tissues from his book bag and giving her one of those genuine, if not a little crooked, smiles of his.

Mikey promises to have lunch with her again (because April absolutely refuses to let this dandelion haired lunatic walk away from her life a second time and practically demands that they hang out again) since they both have the same free time before their respective classes at the college, and makes a show of saving her number with probably a few too many emojis as a contact name just to make her smile.

And what turned into a promise for another lunch date turned into almost a daily routine, them having lunch together on the bench, talking about classes and teachers and jobs and April’s problematic little kitten she affectionately named Mayhem and Mikey’s little brothers who are probably equally as problematic but he doesn’t have a say in what their names are, and things are fun and casual between Hamato and her.

That is, until two months later, when April gets a call from Mikey at 5pm on a Saturday.

“Donnie’s sick,” Mikey says almost breathlessly, and even without the context, April was already springing to her feet just at the sheer tension and concern in Mikey’s voice, like a taught wire about to snap. “I can’t get off work for another few hours, but I don’t want to leave him by himself with a fever. And I know this is like, putting you on the spot and really awkward and you can totally say no if you want to, but I don’t know who else to call and,-”

“Mike, it’s ok. Breathe hun,” April is saying, not unkindly pushing Mayhem off her lap and reaching for her backpack off the floor in her dorm room, stuffing a few random things in it before grabbing her jacket and her car keys off the counter. “Text me your address. I’ll be over there in 5 minutes tops.”

And it’s more of a promise than a fact, because his building is technically 20 minutes away from hers, but April makes it in 10 just by spite alone (and maybe driving a little recklessly downtown) and knocks on the door of the little apartment on the 6th floor, unit 404.

It takes a hesitant second, but then the door lock clicks open and April is greeted by warm brown eyes and a freckled face that reminds April so much of Mikey that it takes her almost a full 10 seconds before she introduces herself with an automatic smile. “Hi sweetheart, I’m April. I’m a friend of your older brother Mikey.”

Raphael, if April remembered Mikey’s brothers correctly, didn’t really need much convincing to let April in after she mentioned he was a friend of Mikey's, and doesn’t hesitate to pull her into their little apartment, leading her to the bedroom that the twins share with a small but tight little fist around hers.

“Mikey called and said you were coming. Leo’s atah sleepover, but Donnie’s in here. His head’s still hot and his voice is all scratchy, even though I made sure that he took the medicine Mikey left out. And he won’t eat anything I give him,” the 7-year-old reports diligently, much more mature than April had expected from the young child. 

April’s been babysitting since she was 11, and considering how all the neighborhood kids around her block adore her, she likes to think that she’s got a pretty solid Ph.D. in knowing how to take care of a sick pre-teen who wants nothing to do with her. So the heavy-lidded and red-eyed glare that Donatello shoots at her from under his covers is duly noted but otherwise ignored as she gently knocks on the door and slowly follows a much less hesitant Raphael into the bedroom.

It takes a while, a long while, for Donatello, no, Donnie, to warm up to her, but he gets there eventually, with the help of Raphael, Raph, who’s hanging off of Aprils shoulders, having warmed up to her almost immediately simply because ‘any friend of Mikey’s is a friend of ours Dee! Don’t be mean and eat some soup!’

After realizing that Donnie just had a little cold, and was in no real danger even with a fever, Raph seemed to cheer up immensely, and was more than willing to help answer all of April’s questions about what medicine Donnie had taken, any allergies, the last time he ate, and even helped her make some egg drop soup since they didn’t have enough ingredients of chicken noodle, which Donnie put up a fight about, but eventually took after one look of Raph’s puppy dog eyes.

Donnie was out like a light 15 minutes later, after taking some night time cough medicine and April sent a reassuring text to Mikey two hours later when his fever finally broke, to which Mikey replied with an explosion of heart emoji’s that April couldn’t rightly decipher other than he was happy about it.

Mikey got home at 11 that night, and April had to flag him down quietly from where she sat trapped under a sleeping, pj clad Raph on the couch; a Jupiter Jim movie marathon playing on the tv. 

“Thank you so much, April,” Mikey said to her in the kitchen 20 minutes later, handing her a cup of hot tea. He had efficiently plucked Raph off of April’s lap like a pro with years of experience, putting him into his own bed before checking on a still sleeping Donnie, whose face was no longer a burnt red from his fever earlier. “I don’t know what I would have done without you. I don’t get my paycheck till next week, so I can’t really pay you right now, but I brought home some chocolate mousse cake from my work that you can have until I can-” “You didn’t tell me you worked at Huesso’s!” April didn’t shout, because there were two kids sleeping down the hallway, as she grabbed the bag Mikey had offered to her. “Dude, their deserts are like, crazy good! I love their cheesecake, but they’re stupid expensive and you have to get a reservation like, 4 months in advance to get in.” And April uses the change in topics as a distraction because there was no way she’d let Mikey try to pay her for helping out, she didn’t even want that to be an option. April didn’t do this for the money. She wanted to help out Mikey out. She liked Mikey. She thought he was funny and charming and had a heart big enough to cradle the entire world if he was as big as all the love he has. And she adored being around his baby brothers.

April grins at Mikey when she opens the box, and slides her finger over the glossy frosting of the cake and licks her fingers of the chocolatey goodness before she says, “Listen, if I could convince you to bring me home deserts from this place, then I’ll hang out with the boys anytime you want me too. You have my number, literally call me anytime, for any reason, and I’m here.”

[kimchi-kitty]

Lingerie 》BLOCK B《

{13+, mentions of NSFW}

Request: 

Anon: can I request a reactions thingy from the block B boys, when they find the lingerie you bought to surprise them with in your closet? if you don’t want to it’s okay i totally understand!!!

sure lovely! that’s a cute prompt!✨

PRETENSE: Your boyfriend is getting home in a few days, and you've missed him (in more ways than one) so you go out to the shop and pick up a set of lacey lingerie to surprise him with, later leaving the bag on the floor next to your closet. You haven't heard that a stop of the tour was cancelled, and the boys will be home a day early. Your love, also trying to surprise, doesn't let you know he's already off the plane, so you head out with your girlfriends. When he lets himself into your apartment you're nowhere to be seen.

Zico:

Jiho walked into your bedroom to find you, presuming you were napping, but instead found your bed made and your purse gone. You were out. His thoughts were cut short as his eyes caught an luxurious looking black bag on the floor. He stepped closer and looked in the top, surprised to find a set of beautiful black lace panties and accompanying bra. He reached into the bag to examine them more closely and chuckled to himself at what a naughty girl you were. He grabbed the bag and went to wait on your couch.

You arrived home half an hour later, expecting an empty apartment, but instead opening your door just to lay eyes on your boyfriend, confidently laid back on your couch. Before you could even jump, he met your eyes and spoke. “Y/N, if I knew you’d miss me to this point”, he said, throwing a glance at the bag, ”I might need to go on tour more often.” He stood, swiftly and met you as you approached him, wrapping an arm around your waist, and pulled you into a kiss. You wrapped yourself around him, shock melting into joy, until he pulled away to whisper sternly into your ear. “Now be a good girl and go put these on for me.”

Taeil:

Taeil drifted into your apartment grinning ear to ear, ready to greet the love of his life after being apart for two months. When he saw your favorite shoes missing from the mat, he realized that you were out and huffed, realizing he’d have to wait a little longer. He was going to use the bathroom, which was accessible only by way of your bedroom, when he spotted a shiny black bag on the floor, tufts of tissue paper sticking out the top. He took a peak, expecting a new perfume or pair of shoes, but instead found a lingerie set. He put the bag back, assuming he was not meant to know about it, and returned to wait for you in the living room. When you came home you rejoiced in each others arms and cuddled on the couch until sunset, when things turned friskier. You removed yourself from your perch on his lap and told him to meet you in your bedroom in five minutes. Hurriedly, you peeled off your clothes and changed into the set, ran a brush through your hair and reapplied a spritz of your signature perfume. Taeil knocked at the door and you beckoned him enter. When he opened the door and saw you standing there, he didn’t need to fake his surprise. Sure, he knew the lingerie existed, but he could never have anticipated it to look quite so good on you. “Jagi”, his mouth hung open, “I didn’t know it was possible to be more beautiful than you already were.”

Jaehyo:

Jaehyo was all smiles when he strolled into your apartment, ready to smother the girl of his dreams in affection. His mood fell slightly when he realized your absence. Oh well. He went to use your bedroom mirror to ensure he looked perfect for when you returned. Slight vanity was a trait you had always had in common. In the mirror he spotted a black bag behind him. It looked like the height of luxury- glossy black, with ribbon handles and filled with white tissue paper. It didn’t strike him as something you’d buy for yourself. He inspected its contents to find extremely sexy underwear. His mind went to the worst place possible. Were you having an affair? He physically shook the thought out of his head and reassured himself that you would never do something like that. But... he had been away for a while. Could he blame you for finding a replacement? He considered it a thought better not ruminated, finished fixing his hair, and went to the kitchen to prepare a romantic dinner for you.

As you walked in he was at your counter, dicing an onion. You were throughly surprised, and incredibly excited, running up to cover Jaehyo in kisses and love. He returned the affection, then told you to take a seat at the counter and poured you a drink before returning to cooking. After a few minutes of casual conversation, he offhandedly broached the subject that had still been making him uneasy. “I found those new underwear in your room. For someone, or from someone special?” He didn’t turn to look at you when he spoke. Him going through your things might have been more cause for concern if you hadn’t been together several years. You brushed it off. “Jagiya, of course they’re for someone special! I couldn’t wait to be with you when you returned.” you said, beaming at him. His worries melted instantly. “Oh. Y/N, I’m so sorry I jumped to conclusions. I just couldn’t imagine my return being a big enough event to warrant something quite so elegant.” He shook his head. “You’re too good to me, jagi. I can’t wait to see you in them.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and returned to cooking. 

U-Kwon:

Yukwon stepped into your shared apartment, immediately greeted by the dog you coparented, an excitable shiba inu. Her barking would always alert you that someone was there, so when you didn't show within a minute, he knew you were out. He decided to change his clothes and headed into the bedroom; as he pulled his shirt over his head he saw a small black bag on the chair in the corner. Immediately assuming it was a present for him, he went to take a peak. It was indeed a present for him, in a way. He pulled out a set of black lace lingerie and immediately had a devilish idea. He made your bed and laid the set out neatly before plucking a rose off the bush you had growing on the balcony and sprinkling the petals over your bed. On a piece of cardstock he wrote "I'm home princess, now put these on for me like a good girl. -Y" He folded the paper and placed it on top of the bra, finished getting dressed (opting for something a bit more stylish than he had originally planned ) and headed out. You came home to the apartment exactly how you expected to find it, until you reached the bedroom- your heart skipping a beat as you walked through the door. The only other person with a key was yukwon, which meant he must be back early! You were startled, but soon blushing when you saw the bed sprinkled in rose petals, the set you had picked out laying there. You were a tiny bit disappointed; you were planning on doing the surprising, not the other way around! You picked up and read the note, your heart fluttering. You quickly undressed and pulled the lingerie on (the straps were a bit confusing). By the time you finished refreshing your makeup, a knock befell the door. You pulled on your light silk robe, just in case it wasn't your boyfriend. You pulled open the door, only to find the love of your life, the one and only Kim Yukwon standing before you with a giant smile and a bottle of champagne. You quickly pulled him into a kiss, nudging the door closed behind him. He set the bottle down and picked you up, pressing kisses to your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed, slipping off your robe. He took a step back and couldn't help but stare, his mouth hanging slightly open. He met your eyes and whispered, more to himself than to you "I am the luckiest man in the world." 

B-Bomb:

Minhyuk wanted nothing more than to hold and kiss his girl. He had missed you so much on tour that he'd even started jotting down lyrics about how much his heart ached for you. That said, when he landed at incheon, his first stop was your apartment. He walked in without knocking, your door not locked (he always chastised you for leaving it unlocked, worried for your safety despite you living in a nice area). He looked around, but found no girlfriend to embraced. What he did find were a brand new set of lace underwear, tags still on, sitting on your dresser. As he inspected the fabric, her caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Yikes. He was dressed in sweatpants and a t shirt, his hair a mess from sleeping on the flight and his chin slightly stubbly. He decided that you were clearly putting in effort for him, so he should return the favor. He pulled out a change of clothes from the drawer you had deemed his, and went to clean up. When you arived home, you immediately noticed something that sent chills up your spine. The shower was running. You would normally assume it was minhyuk, but he was supposed to be in Japan today. You nervously put your bag down, and tiptoed to the bathroom. You approached the shower and ripped back the curtain, slightly spooking min, who quickly regained his composure and shot you a very cheeky smirk. "I didn't expect you home so soon" he said, still smiling, the water running over him. You rolled your eyes and sighed "I could say the same about you. You really gave me a spook, but I'm glad to see you Jagi. Welcome home." You went to close the curtain, but min quickly grabbed your wrist. "I could use some help in here." He winked.

Kyung:

Park Kyung was absolutely exhausted. A 10 hour plane ride will do that to a guy. The only thing in his mind before sleep was you. He dragged himself up to your apartment and let himself in, quickly realizing your absence. His mind quickly switched to priority two, and he went to make use of your bed until you got home. As he made his way into your room, his plans were interrupted by a sudden curiosity about a expensive looking bag sitting on the chair in the corner of your room. He knew you liked nice clothes, sure, but this bag was nothing like the ones from the brands you preferred. After all, he’d bought plenty of them for you. He walked over and took a peak into the top, instantly intrigued by the garments. Holding the fabric in his hands, the exhaustion was quickly placed by another feeling - arousal. Without you to satisfy his needs, he decided to have some fun with you via text. Pretending he was still on the plane, he sent you a slew of salacious messages, detailing how he would ravage you when he got the chance. By the time you returned home, planning to satisfy yourself, the two of you were throughly excited. Your excitement reached a new level, however, when you found your boyfriend not on a plane, but laying on your bed. He ignored your gasp and met your eye. “Good, you’re home. I was beginning to get desperate~” 

P.O:

Pyo Jihoon had quickly realized that leather pants were not proper attire for a long flight, his legs sweaty and uncomfortable. This considered, when he went to your apartment straight from the airport- only to find you weren't home- he breathed a sigh of relief remembering all the clothes he had here. (He'd move in with you in a heartbeat, it just wasn't practical.) He strolled into your bedroom and grabbed a pair of his sweatpants, laying them out on your bed. As he peeled off the leather his eye caught a posh looking bag in the corner of your room. He finished changing and peeked into the bag, pulling out an underwear set far sexier than anything he'd seen you in before. He was somewhat glad you weren't there, because maintaining his composure was not something jihoon was known for. He blushed vigorously and let out a small laugh, but his reaction changed as soon as he began picturing what the fabric would like like hugging your hips and breasts. He was determined to get you into them by the end of the night, and set of planning just how he would. Ever the romantic, he decided to cook you a beautiful dinner before he tried to get you into bed. When you walked up to your door and smelled something cooking you panicked. Had you left the stove on??? You rushed in to find a surprise much more pleasant than your stove on- though it was in fact on, in use by your beautiful lanky boyfriend. As soon as he saw you walk in you he set the spatula down and ran over to scoop you up into an intense hug. "JAGI!! I missed you so much! I'm making beef bulgogi, your favorite!" He eventually put you down and gestured for you to sit at the table, which he had set and arranged candles on. A few moments later he set a beautiful plate down in front of you, and took his seat opposite. You chatted over your meal, his eyes brimming with love everytime he looked up from his plate. As you finished and set your chopsticks down, he rose from his seat and came to stand behind you, learning down to whisper in your ear in his deepest voice, sending shivers down your spine. "Now, would you be so kind as to be my dessert?"

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The Price of a Soul

Part 1/? - Agent Russel Part 2/? - The Letter Part 3/? - Miss Lake Part 4/? - The Stewardess Part 5/? - An Assassination Part 6/? - Fallout Part 7/? - Face to Face Part 8/? - Deals, Details, and Other Devils Part 9/? - Baggage Part 10/? - Private Funding Part 11/? - Just Passing Through Part 12/? - Party of Four Part 13/? - Resolute Part 14/? - The Wreck Part 15/? - Body Snatchers

Somebody else has come to claim their prize.  I’m afraid dogs die in this chapter.

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The next day they continued their work to free Steve’s body from the ice, though they were careful to leave enough that they wouldn’t damage him.  It would be dreadful for children to come see the body of their hero lying in state and find he had pieces missing… and after a surprisingly good night’s sleep curled up with the warm, furry bodies of the dogs for heaters, Peggy found she could think about that now.  She could think about things like what to dress him in for the funeral – his formal uniform with the medals, surely, but with the shield on his arm and his helmet at his feet – and where to hold it, who would speak and what they would serve afterwards.  She was finished grieving, and now she could go through the associated rituals with no fear of breaking down.

Lake, oddly, seemed to have other ideas.  “I don’t know about cremating him,” she remarked when they stopped for a bite to eat.  “Sort of ruins the King Arthur aspect.”

“I beg your pardon?” Peggy asked.

“You know… King Arthur went to Avalon but will return when Britain needs him the most,” said Lake.  “Captain America will rise again when he’s needed.”

Peggy snorted.  “Do people really say that?”  It was ridiculous mythologizing if they did.  Steve was a real person and would want to be thought of as such.

“I don’t know,” said Lake.  “Just something I thought of.”

Peggy cocked her head, remembering the woman’s earlier comments about the narwhals as unicorns.  “You’re a bit of a romantic, aren’t you?”  That seemed quite strange coming from somebody who’d been raised as an assassin.

“A little,” Lake admitted.  “Not something I get to indulge very often.  Are you telling me you’ve never imagined Captain America reappearing out of nowhere to sweep you off your feet?”

“He wasn’t the type to do the sweeping,” said Peggy.

“It was usually Peg sweeping him,” Howard added with a grin.

Lake nodded.  “You must have some great stories about him,” she said.

“Oh, you bet,” said Howard.  “When we were figuring out his uniform, he…”

“Howard,” said Peggy with a warning.

“Huh?”  He looked at her in evident confusion.

She tilted her head towards Lake, trying to remind him, without actually saying so aloud, that anything he said might be reported back to the Soviet government.

“I’m a spy,” Lake said helpfully.

“Oh,” said Howard, embarrassed.  “Right.”

By evening they had dug down far enough that they could see the entirety of Steve’s body, suspended in the ice just above the fuselage of the Valkyrie.  It was a surreal thing to see.  His eyes were closed as if he were sleeping, and he’d been frozen so quickly that his cheeks were still pink, rather than going white or gray like other corpses Peggy had seen.  It was almost more like an art exhibit than the remains of a human being.

How long would he have been there if Lake hadn’t led them here, Peggy wondered.  A hundred years?  A thousand? Would people of the unimaginably distant future have found this corpse and wondered who the man had been and why he wore those colours?  Or would the ice have eventually drifted south and melted, dropping him to the sea floor to be devoured by fish and crabs?

They bedded down for the night again, with the northern lights again dancing overhead in a clear, star-studded sky.  It was the sort of sky nobody ever saw from New York City. Peggy hadn’t seen one like it since the war, when Britain’s cities had turned off their lights so that German bombers wouldn’t be able to find their targets.  At the time she’d been too busy watching for the lights of approaching planes to appreciate the stars… now here they were, in all their glory.  This was the sort of sky primitive man must have seen, huddled in their caves.  What had they thought about it?  Nowadays the leading theory was that the sun and other stars were powered by atomic fusion in their cores, but people long ago would have had no such explanations. They would have known only the innumerable tiny lights.

To think… in a universe so very vast and beautiful, she’d been so worried about the fate of a single man.

- 

Peggy woke in the morning to the barking of dogs, and realized that she was cold.  The animals had gotten up and were outside, making a terrible racket.  Howard and Lake were also blinking awake, and there was a roaring sound… familiar, and yet Peggy could not immediately identify it. She crawled to the den entrance to look, and was immediately blasted in the face by cold wind and snow.  A storm?

No… that rhythmic roaring sound, that wasn’t made by nature.  That was helicopter blades.

“That was fast!” said Howard.  He put on his fur hat and held it tight to his head as he climbed out.  Peggy wriggled out after him, and Lake came third.  They found three or four helicopters, kicking up the snow as they lowered men and supplies to the ground… and Peggy knew right away that Jason hadn’t sent these.  Something was very, very wrong.

With the thunder of the blades all around them, Peggy knew it would be almost impossible for Howard to hear her, but she still grabbed his arm and shouted in his ear.  “Howard! Those are military!”  How had the Army Air Force found this place?

“What?” Howard asked.

One of the dogs ran up to a solider as he dropped from a rope to the ice. Whether it meant to greet him or attack him, Peggy couldn’t tell, and evidently the soldier couldn’t either. He raised his rifle and shot it between the eyes.

A split second later, Lake was on his shoulders with her thighs around his neck. The man fell on his face, and Lake took his gun and held the muzzle to the back of his head.

“What did you do that for, you goddamn bastard?” she demanded.

Other men were dropping from the other choppers.  Two of them ran up to pull her off the one who’d shot the dog, but Lake reacted almost before they’d moved.  One she hit in the face with the butt of the gun, then she grabbed his shirt and shoved him into the second so that the two collapsed together… but more were already on their way.  Peggy quickly realized that if allowed, Lake would try to take them all on herself, and she ran to intervene.

“Kay!  Don’t!” she took Lake by the arm.  “You can’t fight all of them!”

It was true – they could not.  There were far too many soldiers, and soon Peggy, Howard, and Kay were surrounded by men with guns.  They raised their hands as the helicopters landed on by one in a circle around the Valkyrie wreck.

“We’re not armed!” Peggy shouted.

One of the men stepped forward and motioned with his gun back towards the polar bear den.  Peggy, Howard, and Kay obediently turned and allowed themselves to be escorted back into it.  Men took up positions outside so that they couldn’t try to escape.

There were a series of shots at the rest of the dogs were killed.

“He’s down here!” somebody called.

“Excellent!  Let’s get to work!” another ordered.  “Carefully! No damage to the tissues!”  Their accents matched the insignia on their uniforms and vehicles – they were Americans.

Peggy heard an engine start.  They had brought jackhammers.  They’d have Steve’s body out of the ice in minutes, and then… then what? Where would they take him?

Wherever it was, Peggy knew it would be to exactly the fate Steve wouldn’t have wanted for his remains.  They would take him apart to extract the secret of the serum and make more super-soldiers.  Perhaps out of men who wouldn’t have Steve’s principles.  Had somebody overheard Jason’s message and passed it on to the wrong people?  Or… Peggy knew she hadn’t called the army, and Howard couldn’t have, because he’d been here with them the entire time.  That only left one suspect.

“Friends of yours?” Peggy asked Kay Lake.

“What?”  Kay stared at her as if she couldn’t believe what she just heard.  “No!” she said.  “Why would I call them?  When would I have called them?”

“I don’t know,” Peggy said, “I don’t know why you’d do half the things you do, because when I ask you questions you talk in riddles!”

“I did not call the army to come and steal Captain America for you,” said Kay firmly.  “That is the truth.”

Peggy wanted to believe that… but how could she?  This was the same woman who’d looked her in the eye and told her she was Agent Nadine Russel from the FBI.  How could Peggy ever trust her?

She didn’t dare poke her head out of the den, but Peggy kept close to the door to watch what she could as the men with the jackhammers worked.  From that vantage point the actual site of the wreck was hidden by the rocks and the rest of the Valkyrie’s severed wing, but she could see men coming and going and hear them shouting.

As she’d feared, it took them only twenty or thirty minutes to cut Steve free of the ice.  Men began climbing back in the choppers to take off, kicking up the wind again.  Somebody called to the two who were standing guard by the den, and Peggy realized to her horror that the soldiers meant to leave her, Kay, and Howard behind.  As the men walked away to catch their ride, Peggy squirmed out the entrance and shouted to them.

“Hey, you can’t leave us here!” she protested.

Kay climbed out after her.  “You killed our dogs!” she agreed.  “How do we get back?”

She was only half-done speaking when the helicopter engine started.  It was doubtful the soldiers even heard them, as they climbed into the chopper to take off. One by one, the machines roared into the air.  The men on board could doubtless see Peggy and Kay, and Howard scrambling to join them, but they evidently didn’t care.

From behind the rocks, the last helicopter rose – a block of glittering ice was dangling from a chain below it.  Peggy’s heart sank as she realized that was probably the last she was ever going to see of Steve Rogers…

Then the block shifted, jerking the helicopter sideways. The pilot took immediate action, reducing altitude again to set its precious cargo down on the ice, only perhaps thirty yards in front of where Peggy, Kay, and Howard were standing. Men climbed back down to tighten and re-secure straps.  They wouldn’t want to risk dropping Captain America’s body into the sea.  Buckles and chains were checked and double-checked, and the pilot tried lifting off again.  This time, the load must have remained steady.  The pilot raised it up fifty feet, then gently set it down again and let down a ladder for the soldiers to climb back up.

Peggy looked at Kay.  Kay nodded, and both of them took off running.

Moments before the block could be lifted from the ice again, Peggy threw herself on top of it and grabbed the canvas straps holding it to the chains.  The first thing she focused on was undoing the belt of her coat and putting it around the strap, so she could not lose her grip and fall.  Only then did she look to confirm that Kay was still with her.  She was, and was in the process of tying herself to the central chain.  The wind snatched her hat off her head and tossed it into the void.

Peggy watched it go, and then made the terrible mistake of looking down.  The ground was already a thousand feet below them, bright ice and dark rocks and the distant crack where the cetaceans came up to breathe.  A tiny moving point may have been Howard, alone in the cold with only eight dead dogs for company, but it might just as well have been Peggy’s imagination.

The air in their ears and the thunder of blades overhead were far too loud for Peggy and Kay to be able to talk to each other, so all they could do was cling on as best they could with numbing fingers, the wind eating into their faces as the helicopters headed roughly south.  Wherever they were going, Peggy hoped it wasn’t too far.  There was a very real possibility of freezing to death before they got there.

It wasn’t far by air, but it must have nevertheless been hundreds of miles, because they went all the way to the edge of the sea ice. In the water beyond, a United States aircraft carrier was waiting for them.  The other choppers landed first, letting men off who could help the one with Captain America’s body come in.  There was nothing Peggy and Kay could do but hang on as they were lowered towards the decks.  The gathered soldiers looked startled to see them, but when given orders they cut the two women free and held onto them while others got the block of ice onto a reinforced gurney.

Peggy’s ears kept ringing for minutes after the last blade had stopped turning.  Steve’s body was taken away, and a man wrapped in warm winter clothing approached.

There were several possibilities of who he might be, but based on his height and carriage Peggy had already settled on one by the time he took his scarf off to look her over.  Sure enough, it was Vernon Masters.

[quickspinner]

Until It Doesn’t Hurt

My post Puppeteer 2 therapy fluff fic. It has a sequel, A Time to Every Purpose

It was a long day, after the wax museum. Marinette did everything she could think of to make it as painless as possible, which mostly meant trying to cover up her shattered heart. She’d allowed Alya to give her the third degree over the phone to avoid any confrontations on school property, and she’d spent extra time on her makeup that morning to keep the worst of her distress from showing. She applied allergy eyedrops liberally both to keep the red from being too obvious, and to give her a plausible explanation for whatever was left. She kept her head down and tried to act as she would if she were tired from a late night creative burst. 

And when she needed to cry, she went to the bathroom in the back stall and did it as silently as possible.

Marinette left the classroom and was congratulating herself half-heartedly at her success when she ran into Luka on the steps in front of the school. Literally. He caught her shoulders and steadied her, and said, “Hi Marinette,” with a smile, as if she hadn’t just plowed into him and nearly sent them both careening down the stairs. 

“Luka! Hi,” she tried to smile back. “Sorry about that.”

“No harm done,” Luka replied, dropping his hands. He was looking at her intently with those sleepy eyes that only ever seemed to come really awake when he was performing. But as always, he proved that he saw more under his hooded lids than most people did with their eyes wide open. “Why are you so sad?” he asked, and she appreciated his quiet tone, carefully modulated to avoid drawing attention to them.

Marinette sighed, not bothering to deny it but not wanting to cry in front of him, not over this. “I’d rather not talk about it, Luka.”

She might as well have told him, because his simple “Okay,” brought tears to her eyes and she swallowed hard, looking at the ground. Luka moved, and she realized he was now blocking her from view of the students still flowing out of the building. “I’m sorry,” he said, distress audible in his voice.

She shook her head, covering her face with her hands. “It’s not you, it’s been happening all day. I just need to...not think about it.” She sighed shakily. “I wish I could just stop thinking about it.”

Luka touched her arm lightly. “Can I play for you? We could go over to the park.”

Marinette took her face out of her hands and looked up at him. “Really?”

“Of course,” he said gently. “Absolutely, if it will help. Come on.” He put his hand on her back but didn’t apply any pressure, just waited for her to move. Luka’s hands were long and thin, his touch light and patient and lingering. 

Adrien’s hands were broad and strong, always pressing, squeezes and half-hugs, making as much contact as possible for the few moments he was allowed to touch someone. Tears were clustering thickly on her lashes now and she swiped quickly at them as she started down the steps.

“Didn’t you need to do something?” she asked weakly. He’d been coming up the stairs as she was going down, he must have had a reason.

“I was going to talk to Ivan, but it can wait. It wasn’t important and he wasn’t expecting me. It was just a whim, really, but now I’m really glad I came.” His hand slipped across her back to curl around her shoulder, guiding her around an obstacle she only half saw through her tears. “I don’t mean to pry, you don’t have to tell me anything, but is your family okay?”

“They’re fine,” she said quickly, “it’s nothing like that. Just stupid teenage drama.” Her breath hitched as she said it, and he squeezed her shoulder. 

“It’s not stupid if it hurts you.” It sounded like a well-practiced phrase, and she wondered how many times he’d said it to Juleka.

“It is stupid. I’m being ridiculous, it shouldn’t be that big a deal. Nobody expects to be with their first crush forever anyway.” She shut her mouth quickly. She hadn’t meant to say that last bit.

Luka’s stride faltered for just an instant, and it took a moment for him to answer. “Love doesn’t have to be eternal, or requited, to be real and precious and painful to lose. And life is full of surprises.” He sounded like Tikki, but Marinette was too close to losing it again to laugh. Laughing might be a nice change from crying, but she had a feeling it would be the high pitched, hysterical kind that made people back away. 

Luka guided her into the park, and found them a quiet bench. She’d forgotten how many memories of Adrien she had from this park. Marinette reached into her purse and Tikki pressed a fresh tissue into her hand, patting Marinette's fingers before they withdrew. She pressed the tissue to her eyes and choked back her sobs.

Luka’s long fingers caught her shoulders. “Marinette,” he said, with such compassion that she obeyed his gently tugging hands and let him pull her close and guide her head down to his shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, and she felt his chest rise with his sigh. “It sounds like this is one of those things that just has to hurt until it doesn’t anymore.” 

She let herself bury her face in his shirt for just a minute. “I’m sorry,” she croaked. “This is so unfair to you.”

“Don’t think about that right now. You need someone, I’m here. I’m happy to do whatever I can.” He held her until she got herself back under some kind of control, and turned back to his guitar case when she pulled away. 

Curiosity made the tears recede a little as she watched Luka get out his guitar and a small tangle of wires and..stuff. He sorted it all out easily and plugged a small rectangular something into the guitar, then plugged a cable into that and placed a pair of big headphones like Nino’s over his head. “Just give me a minute to tune up.”

She watched his fingers as he plucked and adjusted and plucked again, and when he was satisfied she let him lean forward and put the headphones over her ears and show her how to adjust the volume. 

Marinette looked up at him. “Don’t you need to hear it?”

Luka smiled, not lifting his eyes from the guitar as he strummed lightly. “I always hear it.”

Her pulse quickened and she felt a slight rustle in her bag against her leg, and she could imagine Tikki’s sigh. Marinette suspected the little kwami of having a crush on Luka herself. But then there was no mystery why a goddess of creation and creativity would be drawn to Luka. 

“Anything special you want to hear?” he asked, glancing up. “Or should I just…”

“Just play,” Marinette breathed, leaning back on the bench. “Anything.”

So Luka played, and Marinette listened. She wasn’t quite leaning against him, but she was close enough to feel his sleeve brush her arm as his hands moved. The sun was warm on her and she slid down on the bench a little so she could lay her head back and closed her eyes.

He played a surprisingly wide range of music, not just the rock tunes she was used to hearing from him. One song just melting into another as he played whatever came to mind. It felt so good to just let her mind be quiet. Once or twice she opened her eyes just enough to see him through her lashes. He swayed and bobbed slightly with the music as he played, eyes half-lidded or sometimes nearly closed. He was playing for her, but at the same time he was in his own little world, letting her have the space to feel what she needed to feel. 

There was one melody he kept returning to, quiet and comforting, and finally curiosity got the better of her. 

“I don’t know that song,” she said, and she felt him jump slightly when she spoke. “Sorry,” she smiled, opening her eyes fully.

“I was beginning to wonder if you’d fallen asleep,” he said. 

“These benches aren’t nearly that comfy.” She sat up and rubbed at her back. “What’s that song?”

Luka cleared his throat and glanced around. He slid over, closing the small gap between their bodies, and started playing the song again. Then with a quick glance at her that looked almost shy, and a slight lean towards her like he was telling a secret, he sang softly, Baby, where’s that place where time stands still...and she wondered why he was so hesitant about something so lovely, even as her cheeks heated at the intimacy of the little world he’d created between them. It's no place you can get to by yourself. You've got to love someone and they love you. Time will stop for nothing else. 

Despite the peaceful melody it was kind of a sad song, about a love that was over, about two people who maybe hadn’t loved each other quite enough to keep time stopped in that peaceful moment, but it spoke to her. It felt like...missed opportunities. Words that should have been said, but never were. It's everything I understand, and all the things I never will.

“That was nice,” she whispered when he finished. “Thank you.”

He gave a one-shouldered shrug as he straightened and put a little space back between them. “It just...felt right, I don’t know. It kinda feels like that here, just playing and sitting. Enjoying the moment. I mean, I know it’s not the greatest moment for you to be stuck in, but—“

“No, it was exactly what I needed. It was nice to just sit and be.” Marinette nudged his shoulder with hers. “Thanks for stopping time for me, Luka.” He looked away to hide a smile that she understood better than he realized. She put her hand over her purse to muffle Tikki’s giggling.

It took a moment before he could look her in the face again. “You’re feeling a little better,” he said. “More like this.” He played a song that was still sad, but a bit less slow, and a bit hopeful as well.

“How do you do that?” she asked him, and he smiled, huffing a small laugh through his nose.

“It’s easy, with you,” he said. “Not everybody is so sincere. Some people are murkier, you know?” 

Marinette pouted. “You never give me a straight answer to that question.”

Luka grinned. “Marinette, I do it the same way you do,” he replied easily. “We both look at people and then take the things we see and give them back in our own language. We’re the same, Marinette. It’s just my language is music, and yours is style.”

“It sounds so profound when you say it that way.”

“I think it is something profound, and precious. We give people another way to connect to the world. We let them know that they’re seen and understood. They hear my music and they think yes, someone understands these twisted up emotions in my heart. They wear your clothes and they say look at me, this is who I am, please look at me and understand. I think creative people like us are very lucky to have something like that to share with the world.” He raised his eyes from his guitar and smiled softly at her. Marinette felt a smile spread over her own face, and she could swear she heard a tiny squeal from her purse.

“Thank you, Luka,” she whispered. 

He lifted his hand from the fretboard and touched her cheek, wiping away a tear she hadn’t realized had fallen. “My pleasure, Marinette.” He hesitated, and then said softly, “I see you, you know. You’re brave, compassionate, creative, sincere, funny, insightful, sweet, and human...fallible, yes, but I’ve never known anyone who tries as hard as you do. I don’t know what’s going on, and you don’t have to tell me, but I know whatever it is, you’ll find a solution. You’ll find a way to be happy again.”

Marinette bit her lip to stop it from trembling. “You’re a big fat liar, Luka Couffaine.” He reared back, surprised, but she continued. “If you ever say you are bad with words again, I’ll smack that lying mouth right off your face.” 

Lula blinked, and then laughed his quiet laugh. “Well, it’s easy with you.” His cheeks turned pink and he shut his mouth quickly, and Marinette couldn't help but wonder how it could be that out of all the things he had just said, that was the one that embarrassed him. His fingers found the fretboard again and his pick slipped slowly and deliberately across the strings. 

“I’m glad I could make you happier,” he said. “Even if it’s just for a little while.”

“You always do,” Marinette said, and it was as much an epiphany as a statement. She looked at him and found him looking back at her. “I’m always happier when I’m with you.” 

She could see him swallow, and quickly looked back at her hands, face suddenly flaming, but she couldn’t take it back because it was true. In his cabin when they met, on the deck of the ship, at the ice rink, when they were waiting to hear about the video contest—he’s never seen her feeling down and not tried to make it better. She’s never left time with him without feeling better than she did before.

“I’m glad,” was all he said, but his voice was thick and he had to clear his throat. 

Marinette reached up and took the headphones off. “Um, are you hungry?” She offered him the headphones and his fingers brushed hers as she took them.

“I could eat. Did you have something in mind?”

Marinette waved a hand at the bakery across the street. “Your language is music, mine is fashion. My parents’ language is food. I bet they’ll have something perfect.”

Luka chuckled as he began unplugging and putting away his things. “That sounds great.” He stood up and shouldered his guitar, and there was something uncharacteristically shy about the way he offered her his hand. Marinette wondered what he was sensing from her now. She wasn’t sure herself exactly what was in her heart at that moment. She took his hand and let him help her up, and then...she didn’t let go. Instead, her hand turned in his palm as she stepped up beside him and his rough fingers slowly curled around hers as his eyes watched hers. 

Marinette smiled and tugged lightly to get him moving. Her heart still hurt, she reflected as they walked, but she was starting to have hope that it wouldn’t hurt forever.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Sick

Summary: Jensen wakes up sick on the morning of a con and the reader tries to help him through the day...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Square: Conventions

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Written for @spndeanbingo

“Morning,” you said, kissing Jensen awake when the alarm clock went off, Jensen groaning and tucking his head into your shoulder, pulling the covers over his head. You giggled and turned the thing off, moving the covers away and cupping his cheek. You frowned when his face felt hot, Jensen turning into the touch and nudging closer to you. “Aw, you’re sick, Jens.”

“Of course there’s a con today too,” he whined, shuddering for a moment before you heard a sniffle. 

“Stay in bed and get some extra sleep. I’ll get everything ready for you,” you said. You were pretty certain he was out cold before you even rolled out of bed, Jensen’s face slightly scrunched up as you moved around the bedroom quietly. You were thankful the con was in town today so there was no big travel involved. You stashed a few things in his backpack before slipping out of the apartment, running to the pharmacy just down the block to get some cold medicine and some other things he normally liked when he was sick.

After stowing them away in his bag, you went to his closet, pulling out some clothes for him and bringing them into the bathroom. 

“Okay, Jay, time to get up,” you said, going to his side of the bed and lightly nudging him. He stirred and coughed as he sat up, taking the medicine you handed him without a word before staring suspiciously at the liquid cold medicine. “Drink it, Jay.”

“I don’t like the liquid. Where’s the capsule things?” he asked, looking far younger than you were used to as he stared up at you worriedly.

“They were out, honey. Drink it for me, please. It’ll help you feel better,” you said. He winced but plugged his nose, swallowing the medicine down quickly, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. “S’okay. All done.”

“Vick’s liquid flavor? God, I think I know what death tastes like,” he said, shaking his head.

“Come on,” you said, grabbing his arm and leading him into the bathroom, peeling his sweaty clothes off of him and having him pop under the shower for just a moment. He dried himself off and changed into the clothes you laid out for him, using the new toothbrush you’d bought and brushing his teeth. He looked a bit miserable as he grabbed his brush and immediately dropped it, sighing at it. 

You bent down and picked it up, fixing his hair for him as he stood there breathing deeply.

“Hungry?” you asked. He shook his head, following you out to the rest of the apartment, shaking his head as you shoved a bottle of gatorade in his hands. 

“I want coffee,” he said.

“You’re on water, gatorade and chicken broth until further notice,” you said. He rolled his eyes and chugged down his drink, sighing when he needed to take a break to get his breath back, closing his eyes. You grabbed his jacket from the front hall, throwing it over his shoulders before sliding his backpack on your own. “Ready to go?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, trudging out after you, fixing his jacket around himself, sniffling a few times on the elevator ride down. 

He was a bit more with it when you got over to the con but by the time the morning panel was over, he looked wrecked again, finding a corner of the couch in the green room to curl away into. He kept to himself, mostly laying his head in your lap, your fingers carding through his short strands gently as he took an unrestful nap. He didn’t eat lunch but you got more liquids and medicine in him, Jensen grumpy when you had to get him up to go out for his afternoon panel.

He put on a happy face the second he was out there, pushing himself through it with jokes and a smile, his voice a bit deeper and more off than earlier in the day but no one seemed to notice. You kept an eye on him during pictures and autographs, Jensen doing his best not to get germs on anyone and handing out hand sanitizer like it was candy to everyone that went through the line.

When it was time to head home, he looked exhausted, barely giving his friends a wave goodbye, passed out in the car the second he had his seatbelt on. Jared offered to help you get him up to the apartment but you knew you could handle it. Once you were inside, you sent him to take a proper shower, making sure he had his favorite pajamas to change into when he finished. After a while you heard the water turn off and he padded out to the kitchen with a soft smile and red nose, a tissue in his hands.

“I made you some chicken noodle soup,” you said, setting a bowl in front of him, sticking an ice cube in it. You got out a box of crackers and pulled out a stack for him, opening it up and setting some on a napkin nearby. He picked up his spoon and played with the soup for a moment, sleepily watching the ice cube melt before he picked up a cracker and plopped it in. He broke it in half with his spoon and waited until it got soggy, scooping it up and taking a bite, slurping up a few noodles.

“You always make the best soup,” he said quietly. “S’like my mom’s.”

“Remember the first time you got sick when we were dating? You were so grouchy and kept saying you were fine even though you clearly were not,” you said.

“I had bronchitis and a sinus infection. It wasn’t fun,” he said.

“No it wasn’t. I called your mom and asked her how to make you feel better since you were so grumpy. I got all the secret tips from her,” you said.

“Didn’t...didn’t I get sick before you met her though? I brought you to thanksgiving. I was sick earlier in the fall,” he said.

“Yeah. I was nervous but she really appreciated that I’d ask how to take care of you. She said I must really care about you,” you said.

“Should have told her I was head over heels for you,” he chuckled, coughing a little. 

“I think she knew. Apparently you talked about me a lot in your weekly phone calls to your parents,” you said with a smile. “Still do.”

“Yeah. I guess I’d never done that before. My parents said they knew you were gonna be the one before we were even dating,” he said.

“You sweet on me, Ackles?” you teased, Jensen smiling as he slurped his soup.

“As iced tea,” he said, getting a chuckle from you. He ate the rest of his meal quietly as you picked up a few things and put fresh sheets on the bed, Jensen yawning when you came back out to the kitchen, most of his soup gone, about half of his crackers left.

“Have enough?” you asked, Jensen nodding. “I made leftovers and stuck them in the fridge. You can heat them up for lunch tomorrow. If you have a fever and still aren’t feeling well, I want you to go to the doctor.”

“Fine,” he mumbled, smiling when you ruffled his head. You went to the medicine on the counter, grabbing his night time medicine, Jensen wincing at it. “No more.”

“It’s cherry flavor,” you said, Jensen instantly relaxing. “This’ll help you sleep.”

“It’s gonna knock me out in about ten minutes,” he said with a laugh, throwing back the medicine, letting you walk him back to the bedroom and tuck him in.

“Oh, one more thing,” you said, walking to the bag from the pharmacy, pulling out a small bear.

“I’m not that sick,” he said, coughing when you moved his arm and placed the bear underneath it.

“Oh, so you want me to sleep in here with you then?” you teased, Jensen shaking his head. “That’s what I thought. You get your cuddle on with your new buddy for me tonight.”

“Alright. Love you,” he mumbled, giving you a smile as you turned out the light.

“Love you too, Jensen.”