#everywhere i need to go. i dressed comfy for myself and no one else. you can go if it bothers you that much

[sa-banana-ana]

I got bored, frankly, it's annoyance if anything, of going to my university library. To remedy that I've been going to a public library branch and today it really made my day!

They had a display about book recommendations based on zodiac signs. I always find zodiac themed items a little funny, and naturally, I wanted to see what would be deemed a good Sagittarius, my own zodiac sign, recommendation. I had actually been looking for my libraries collection of Neil Gaiman books the day before and was disappointed when GO wasn't there. Well, now I know why. 🥰

Anyways I spent the last 30 minutes before I had to leave reading and giggling to myself. 🤭

[handsomelyhiddleston]

The Cabin - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader (Part 1/3)

“What’s got you so distracted?” Evans asked Tom.

“Sorry, I just…I had planned on visiting my family again during break, but most of them will be on a cruise for a family friend’s wedding. I know I saw them less than two months ago for Christmas, but I don’t get to see them often anymore.”

“Oh, damn!” Chris replied.

“I know, I’m considering whether or not it’s even worth it to deal with two incredibly long flights going to and from London if I’m not even going to get to see my family.” He said, opening the make-up trailer door for him and Chris.

“Where else were you thinking about spending break?” he asked, plopping down in the make-up chair to start having all of the Captain America washed off for the next two weeks.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I may just take a trip to somewhere much closer by myself.” Tom answered, running his fingers through his hair when his wig was removed.

“If that’s what you WANT to do, cool, but you should just come with me to the cabin.” Chris suggested.

“The cabin?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, my friend Y/N owns a huge cabin and I drag my family up there every few years.” He explained.

“Thank you for the invite, but I couldn’t intrude on your family’s time with you.” Tom politely answered.

“Come on. First, you know my mother loves you. Second, you aren’t intruding on anything.” Chris tried convincing him.

“I really don’t want to be a bother.” Tom felt guilty, knowing how much of a family person Chris was.

“That’s it.” Chris dramatically pulled his cellphone out. “Siri, call Ma!”

“You wouldn’t.” Tom said, struggling to keep a straight face.

“Calling ‘Ma’” Siri’s voice replied. The make-up artists were trying hard to keep their laughs to themselves at this point.

After a few rings, Chris’ mother answered the phone. “Hey sweetie.”

“Hey Ma, I’m here with Hiddleston and I need you to settle an argument.” Chris shot Tom a snarky ‘watch this’ look.

“Tom! How are you, sweetheart?” Chris’ mom Lisa asked.

“I’m doing well, thank you. How have you been?” Tom replied with a grin on his face.

“I’m good, I’m good. Now what are you two arguing about?” She asked.

“Well, Tom isn’t going to get to see his family over filming break.” Chris started to explain.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Lisa interrupted. “You should just drive up to Y/n’s with Chris! There’s plenty of room and you know I always make too much food anyhow.”

Chris gave Tom a cocky grin. “That’s exactly what I was telling him, Ma!”

“You’re too kind.” Tom laughed. “I suppose you’ve made an offer I can’t refuse.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re always welcome with us.” Lisa reiterated. “We’re getting ready for bed since our flight is so damn early in the morning, so I’ll see you two tomorrow!”

“Thanks, Ma! Be safe!” Chris answered, hanging up the phone.

“Thank you.” Tom said, getting up from his make-up chair.

“I told you, it’s no biggie. We’re gonna have a blast.” Evans answered.

“When are we leaving?” Tom asked.

“Well, we’ve got a few options.” Chris answered as the two of them left the make-up trailer.

“Go on.”

“They aren’t expecting us there until tomorrow, but if we leave in the next few hours, we’ll actually beat them there.” Chris explained.

“I mean, I’m nowhere near tired.” Tom said, letting Chris know he was down for the drive.

“Same. I’ve been so excited for this trip, I feel wired.” He replied “Wanna pack and meet me at mine?”

“Absolutely.” Tom answered. “Anything specific I should pack?” He called loudly as the two had walked a distance apart.

“Dress comfy!” Chris yelled back. “And bring a jacket! It’s snowing!”

Tom waved and made his way to his trailer.

It was about an 8 or 9 hour drive up to the cabin, so the guys rolled up at about 3 in the morning.

“Is anybody else here?” Tom asked, as Chris navigated his truck up the snowy drive.

“Y/n’s here. She spends about half her time up here.” Chris answered, parking the truck and shooting you a text.

“Where does she spend the rest of her time?” Tom asked.

“Everywhere, really. She’s a writer. She’s even come and crashed with me while I was filming.” Chris answered, hopping out of the truck when he got your text reply.

“Books? Scripts?” Tom asked, curious what you wrote.

“Books, mostly. She’s got a few popular series, but she also has a few pen names that she refuses to tell me so I’ve always assumed she like consults or edits or something.” Chris answered.

“How mysterious.” Tom chucked, grabbing his bag and following Chris up to the house.

“Y/n!” Chris yelled into the cabin, leading Tom into the large home.

“Did you really work all day and then drive 8 hours?” you laughed, walking down the stairs.

“I just couldn’t wait to see that beautiful face.” Chris dropped his bag and pulled you into a bear hug.

“Sure. This definitely has nothing to do with you beating Scott to one of the big bedrooms.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around him.

“That’s just a perk.” He teased, introducing you to Tom. “I’m sure you know who this is. Y/n, Tom. Tom, Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.” You replied, pulling Tom into a hug.

“It’s very nice to meet you too.” Tom said, happy to see that you seemed just as chill and down to earth as the rest of Chris’ friends and family.

“He had to bail on his plans to fly home for the break, so I convinced him to join our two weeks of amazing chaos and shenanigans.” Chris laughed.

“Amazing is right, bucko. I just got two hot tubs installed” you shared.

“Yes!” Chris half yelled.

“Also, mi casa es su casa, Tom. Make yourself at home.” You told him.

“Gracias.” Tom replied in Spanish.

“Any chance you two want to take a dip tonight before the rest of the pack arrives?” Chris asked, looking between you and Tom.

“Absolutely” you answered, walking towards the kitchen. “You both okay with Beer? I’ve got other options.”

“Beer for me.” Chris answered.

“Actually, a beer sounds rather refreshing at the moment.” Tom answered.

“I’ll grab the beer and you two can pick your rooms” you called from the kitchen.

“You down for the hot tub?” Chris asked Tom.

“I am, but I didn’t pack any swim shorts.” He answered.

“No worries, Y/n has a whole closet full of random stuff. Follow me.” Chris led Tom up the stairs. “Y/n’s room is at the very top, but there’s two rooms just below that. We can take those two. Let those with kiddos stay closest to the bottom floor.”

“Sounds good to me” Tom replied, dropping his bag on the bed before following Chris to your closet of misfit swim clothes, jackets, sleepwear, blankets, and other miscellaneous stuff.

When you made your way upstairs, you saw that the guys had picked the two rooms closest to yours. You weren’t surprised. They were the two biggest after yours and Chris never got to pick one of them because he was always the last to show up for his family get togethers.

“When you two get changed, head up to mine. The second hot tub is on my balcony.” You took the three unopened beers and went up the last set of stairs to get changed in your room. Your suit was a black balconette bikini top and a pair of black high waisted bikini bottoms. The top and bottom had a few strappy bits that accentuated your curves.

“Well hello there, sexy lady.” You heard Chris and his unending charm behind you as you were finishing getting your top all sorted.

“You guys get settled in?” you asked, nodding towards the beers.

Chris opened one and handed it to you. “We did.” As he opened another for himself and sat on your bed, he shared a bit about Tom. “I’m happy he tagged along. I don’t know what he’s got going on in his personal life because he doesn’t share a lot, but he needs a break like this.”

“Well, if I had to take a guess...” you took a swig of your beer. “You two get along great which makes me think he’s a down to earth, genuine person.”

“I agree” Chris replied.

“If you’ve seen any of the tabloids lately, they aren’t very friendly to the exes of the women he’s most recently dated. I’m going to assume he’s a bit overwhelmed and a bit worn out. It’s hard to stay genuine and down to earth when the media is writing about you as if you’re a scheming fuckboy.”

Chris took a swig of his beer. “I think you might be right. God, beauty and brains? Why won’t you marry me?” he teased.

“Like you could handle me” you teased right back.

“I’m going to go get more beer so we don’t have to leave the hot tub.” Chris stood and smacked your ass on the way out.

“How did I know you were going to do that?” you laughed.

Chris was laughing as he passed Tom. “I’ll meet you two up there.”

When Tom walked in, you opened the last of the three beers and handed it to him. “Pink suits you.” You noticed he was wearing the bright pink swim shorts from the closet.

Tom blushed and laughed as he took a sip of his beer. “It was this or ones with bananas all over them. I thought I’d make a bold choice.”

“Choice well made” you replied, opening the double doors to your balcony. “It’s going to be a short chilly journey to the hot tub, but heaven once you get in.”  

When you went to walk up the steps on the side of the hot tub to get in, Tom extended his arm so you could grab his hand. “Be careful.”

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but smile.

“God, I leave for two minutes and you two are already holding hands.” Chris snarked as he joined the two of you on the balcony. You and Tom both laughed as you walked down into the hot tub and let go of his hand. “What’s he got that I don’t got?” Chris was fake sniffling as he climbed into the hot tub after Tom.

“Oh, sweetie. I don’t think you want to know the answer to that question.” You answered, finishing the beer in your hand.

“Now I really want to know” Chris replied, opening and handing you a second beer.

“Are you two always like this?” Tom laughed.

You and Chris looked at each other and answered “yeah” at the same time.

After the three of you had spent about a half hour in the hot tub just talking and laughing, Tom cleared his throat. “Thank you for this.”

“For what?” you asked. He was sat between you and Chris, the three of you looking out at the beautiful snowy mountain view.

“Chris, for inviting me. You, for having me. Both of you for forcing me to get out of my own head.” Tom answered.

“You don’t need to thank us.” Chris replied, slapping Tom on the shoulder.

“He’s right, you know.” You smiled, looping your arm through his and leaning your head on his shoulder, looking back out at the view. “You’re pretty great company if I do say so myself.”

“Well, if I can’t thank you, at least let me share my appreciation of you both.” Tom replied, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“Just wait until the whole pack shows up” Chris laughed. “It’s calm now, but you’re going to have plenty of distractions once the shenanigans start.”

“Remember, my room is the safe zone” you laughed. “No kids, it’s off-limits during games, and it’s the only access to this balcony.”

“I’ll keep that in mind” Tom chuckled.

Chris looked over and saw you cuddled into Tom’s side. “Why do I get the feeling you’re ‘appreciating’ Y/n over there a lot more than you are me” he teased.

You laughed and Tom looked over at Chris. “If you wanted a snuggle, that’s all you had to say.”

The three of you were all laughing, the lateness of the night sinking in. “If I snuggle anyone I’m going to fall asleep, and I have a feeling that’s not the best idea in a hot tub.” He stood up and hopped over the side, almost slipping on the icy balcony floor.

“What time is everyone arriving tomorrow?” you asked, not moving from your spot at Tom’s side.

“Well, they always grab breakfast down at that old little diner after they land, so maybe 11?” Chris answered, wrapping himself in a towel.

“You mean we actually get to sleep in?” you said with a bit of exaggerated shock.

“I don’t think it counts as sleeping in if you don’t go to bed until after the sun starts peaking over the mountains.” Tom teased you.

Chris laughed. “Hey, we’ll take it. Sleep is going to be a rare commodity around here for at least a few days.” He left the balcony and went back inside to warm up.

“I can’t wait.” Tom said.

“Me either. I love when they come up here. Always makes this place feel more like home.” You shared, moving to get out of the hot tub.

“I think the chaos is something I miss when I don’t get to spend time with my family.” Tom replied, once again grabbing your hand and making sure you made it safely out of the hot tub and onto the balcony. “I think having all of my nieces and nephews running around and the fact that there is always something cooking or baking…It’s hard to feel alone.”

You handed Tom a large towel and wrapped another one around yourself. “Well, if that’s your idea of a great time, you’re going to love your time with Chris’ family. They’re love and chaos and great food with a dash of an extreme love of competition.”

Tom followed you back into the house. “Well, again. I appreciate that I’m able to experience it.”

“Me too” you said, drying your hair a bit with your towel. “It sounds like you needed a bit of an escape.”

“That’s one way to put it” Tom said, drying off.

“Well, if you need anything just come find me, okay?” You could hear Chris coming back up the stairs to your room.

“Thank you, I will.” Tom replied, seeming to hesitate for a second. “I’ve enjoyed spending time with you tonight. Or this morning, rather.” He laughed.

You couldn’t help but smile as you threw your towel into the clothes hamper. You were a very confident person. You were proud of who you were, and you loved your curvy body, but all of a sudden you felt very naked standing there in your bikini. Tom’s genuine compliment and the way he confidently looked you up and down left you with goosebumps. “The feeling is definitely mutual.”

“Let me know if I can help with anything. Preparations and such.” Tom mentioned as Chris walked in.

“Don’t worry about that, Ma usually takes over when she gets here.” Chris laughed.

You shrugged. “True” you added, both grateful for and irritated by the interruption.  

“Y/n, I checked that all of the doors were locked. Our trucks are both locked too. I’m gonna pass out and shower when I wake up.” Chris let you know.

“Thanks” you replied. “I’ll probably hop in the shower before I go to bed so that I can help your mom sort meals and such out when she gets here.”

“Sweet. I’m going to bed.” Chris interrupted himself with a yawn. “I will see both of you in a few hours”

As Chris headed back down a floor to his room, Tom cleared his throat. “I really don’t mind helping.”

“You’ll eventually get roped into doing something, I promise.” You laughed.

Tom nodded and smiled. “Well then, I’m going to go shower and sleep. I’ll see you in a bit.”

As Tom turned to walk down the stairs, you spoke. “Try to relax.” When he turned to look at you, you continued. “You have nothing to worry about for two whole weeks. No schedule, no paparazzi, no expectations…just, let yourself enjoy it, okay?”

Tom smiled and nodded his head. He replied “I think I will” before continuing down the stairs.

Instead of your alarm, you were woken up by Chris crawling into your bed. “Y/n.” He was trying to wake you up gently. “Y/n!”

“Did my alarm not go off?” you asked, rolling over and snuggling into Chris.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. “I underestimated my mother’s planning. Turns out they got to the diner at 8 this morning and they’re currently unloading the cabs downstairs.”

“What time is it?” you asked.

“9:30” Chris replied, the two of you hearing someone coming up the stairs.

“I’m going to need coffee” you mumbled.

Tom made it to the top of the stairs and saw you and Chris together in your bed. He tucked the thought away, making note to ask Chris about the two of you later. “Not a morning person?” he asked, laughing at your messy bed head and request for caffeine.

“I can be when I need to be, but we were awake and drinking on my balcony like four hours ago” you replied.

“Can I make you some coffee?” Tom offered.

You rolled over and sat up sorting out your messy hair. “I can make it. I just need to get dressed.”

Chris rolled out of your bed, going to your closet. “Bra, leggings, sweater, fuzzy socks.” Chris tossed your clothes onto your bed.

“You know me so well.” You laughed, gathering your clothes and getting out of bed. “I’ll be down in a few.”

“I think they’re finished unloading, but I’ll go see if there’s anything else they need help with.” Tom replied, heading downstairs.

“I’m offended that you two look like you’ve just had 12 hours of beauty sleep.” You teased Chris, pulling your leggings on.

“I think you’re underestimating yourself” Chris said, turning to leave. “You’ve definitely caught someone’s attention.” Chris had noticed the way Tom looked at the two of you cuddled up in your bed and planned on asking him about it later.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you sleepily asked, but Chris was already gone.

You finished getting dressed in your long, oversized sweater and fuzzy socks and walked downstairs to greet Chris’ family.

“Y/n!” Chris’ sisters greeted, pulling you each into a hug, the three of you quickly catching up.

Then came Scott, who practically tackled you. “Bitch, it has been too long.”

“Agreed.” You replied, the two of you making plans to go get stuff for drinks tonight.

You’d said a few hellos and given a few hugs to various other friends and family and eventually you made your way to the kitchen with Tom and Lisa, Chris’ mom.

“Oh, my dear, it’s so good to see you.” Lisa pulled you into a tight hug, kissing both of your cheeks. “I can’t believe the boys showed up at three this morning!”

You laughed. “It’s good to see you too. And Chris warned me a few days ago that he would probably drive up after he finished filming.”

Looking over you saw Tom holding a mug of coffee out towards you. “For me?” You reached out and took the mug from him.

“It’s the least I could do. Lisa told me how you take your coffee.” He answered, nodding towards Chris’ mom.

You took a sip, humming to yourself. “Thank you, this is perfect.” You pressed a quick kiss to Tom’s cheek before hearing Chris’ niece call for you.

“In the kitchen, sweetie” you called back out, walking towards where you heard her call from.

As the adults started getting settled into their rooms, the kids were all starting to crash from the hectic morning they’d had.

“Let’s watch a movie in the den, guys.” You suggested, grabbing blankets and pillows and throwing them on the couches and floor so that the kids would spread out and nap.

“What are we gonna watch?” one of his nephews asked.

“Well, we’ve got Goosebumps, we’ve got School of Rock, and we’ve got Bedtime Stories.” You read the movies aloud, with the kids all picking Goosebumps. About 15 minutes in, all of you were asleep in various places in the room.

Scott, Chris, and Tom were bundled up in their jackets talking on the back porch as Chris set up your grill and got it ready to use.

“So how long have you guys known Y/n?” Tom asked.

“Oh, god. It’s been…I don’t even know. It’s been years.” Chris thought about how long you guys had been friends.

“Chris met Y/n one day in New York. She was there for a book project or something and Chris had ducked inside her apartment building to get away from paparazzi.” Scott laughed, remembering Chris tell him the story.

Chris let out a big laugh. “She was getting ready to walk out and I practically ran into her. When she realized why I so rudely shoved my way into the building, she asked me ‘Do you want to do something very immature but totally worth it?’ I had to, right?”

Scott continued the story. “She led him up to her apartment and ran inside. Chris just waited at the door wondering what he’d gotten himself into when she popped back out, holding a box of water balloons.”

Tom laughed. “Oh, please tell me you threw them at the paparazzi.”

“They did. They filled a bin full of them and went to the roof.” Scott replied.

“I have never made a friend so quickly in my life” Chris said. “We got through about half of the bin before they left. Even better, they never got a picture of me throwing the balloons. The tabloids alluded to the fact that it was me, but we never officially got caught.”

“I don’t know if she adopted us or if we adopted her, but she’s been family ever since.” Scott added.

“Either way, she’s the best kind of people.” Chris said, closing the lid on the grill.

“I can see that.” Tom replied. After a short pause, he continued. “Have you two ever…dated?”

Chris grinned, remembering how Tom had looked at the two of you cuddled up in your bed. “Nah, she’s one of my best friends. Possibly my actual best friend.” he answered, sitting down next to the other two guys.

“Even though I’m sure ma would love it if you two got together.” Scott laughed.

“I think ma just wants both of us to settle down and have kids like the girls did.” Chris replied. “She treats Y/n like a daughter.”

Scott looked back at Tom. “Why the interest in Y/n’s dating life, huh?” he teased him.

“Just curious” Tom answered with straightest face he could manage.

“I don’t know” Chris continued, continuing to tease Tom. “You two looked awfully cozy last night.”

Tom’s cheeks blushed a bit before he could answer. “If a beautiful woman laid her head on your shoulder, what would you have done?”

“Fair point.” Chris laughed. “She’s single, you know” he added.

“She is” Scott echoed, smirking. “And I have a date to go shopping with her if you want me to see if she’s interested.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves” Tom replied, failing miserably at hiding his grin.

“No rush” Scott answered, putting his hands up. “I’m just saying…”

“Give him a break” Chris interrupted. “He’s got two weeks to see where things go.”

“True” Scott replied.

Part 2

[aliceaddellheidde]

Fatum

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 26 – Success.

WORDS: 1815

WARNINGS: swearing, fluff, smut (graphic, 18+)

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless & are using they/their pronouns.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you touch.

This is multi-chapter story. 15/19

Gif from here

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

~„Good night doll.” he whispered into your hair, letting familiar smell and warmth of your body to lull him into dreams.~

Bucky woke up hours later with you wrapped around his body, his hand on your waist. He tried to move a little bit from you to see your face, but you only hugged him tighter. He was happy that you were so comfy with him next to you until he felt his morning wood getting even harder. That's not how he wanted you to find him first thing in the morning. But he couldn’t stop it. All he could do was to take care of it. He untangled your arms from him and quickly moved from bed. He forgot your legs were also intertwined and he fell on the floor with loud oof.

„Bucky?” you mumbled sleepily. „It´s ok doll. I just fell.” You laughed and went back to sleep. He ran to bathroom, put shower on and wanked off with images of you.

You were hurt when you found Bucky's side of bad empty and cold. Secretly you wanted to wake up in his embrace, to him kissing you and then making you both breakfast. You cursed, got up from bed and went to bathroom. Only when you sat on the toilet you realised you're not alone there. „Bucky!” „Y/N!” You both screamed at same time. „What are you doing here!” he asked. „Pissing.” you sassed and your eyes wondered lower down his body. You got glimpse of his ass and couldn’t take your eyes of it. „Like what you see doll? You look like that Pikachu meme you showed me.” he smirked. You blinked rapidly. „Shut up Borky. And turn away.” He laughed, but obeyed. „I'm gonna check on idiot.” you informed him and left. Bucky exhaled and promptly washed evidence of his release from himself and shower wall.

Dressed in his casual clothes he went down to kitchen, but you weren't there. Not in the living room or cellar with that moron either. Just as he wanted to go back to kitchen, he saw door on his right opened. He thought it´s another cellar and you're looking for food but when he walked in he was shocked.

„Hey Buck, wanna join me?” you asked with beaming smile, swimming in indoor pool. „This house has a pool? How?” „I don’t know. But it´s amazing. Come in.” He was hesitant. „I don’t have swimsuit.” „Neither do I.” He felt himself getting warm and hard again. „Are you … .” He cleared his throat. „Are you naked?” Stupid question, you idiot. Of course she is when none of you have swimwear. You nodded. „Get in already.” you rolled your eyes. Bucky didn't know what came over him, but in mere seconds he was naked in the pool with you. „Now what?” he asked. „Now we can play with a pool noodles and balls. Bucky´s ones tighten up when you reached up to from water for noodles and he caught sight of you ass this time. „Arm yourself.” You threw him one woggle and swam to him. „Loser have to write whole mission report.” „Deal.” „Fight!” you screamed suddenly and hit his head. „C´mon Borky, fight!” He laughed at your childishness and tried to hit you as well but you swiftly dodged. „You missed.” you smirked, hit him again and swam away. He had advantage in speed tho and caught up with you. You felt bang on your head and turn to him. „Using superpowers, I see.” „No. I´m just faster.” „Shut up.” you lightly slapped his chest. „If I´ll dive you now, will I be a winner?” „No! That's cheating. Buck, no!” His hands were on your hips and he was ready to pull you under the water when all of a sudden whole pool lit up and you both gasped. „What the fuck?” you whispered, wide eyes on Bucky's face. His expression was same as yours „You're my soulmate.” he breathed after few seconds. „You have navy-blue stars on your left hip?” you asked. He nodded, inching his body closer to you, his nose in your hair. „It was you. All that time.” „Yes doll. I can´t believe we didn't see it.” You both giggled and you hugged him. It was quiet for a moment when you just indulge in each other presence. „Can I kiss you doll?” he mumbled into our ear. „Please.”

His plump lips pressed into yours tenderly. You closed your eyes and just enjoyed the moment. Your body was getting hot, heartbeat abnormal, ears rang, your tattoo lighted even more and you swore your soul was like in heaven. You almost physically felt a click when it connected with Bucky's. All of it was too much and you started to cry. He took your face into his palms and pecked your nose. „I love you Y/N.” he said sincerely with teary eyes. „Love you Bucky.” you spoke softly and kissed him again. „We should go out of the water.” „Good idea.” But neither of you let go of the other one. „Hold tight baby.” he told you and you wrapped around him like a bear. He came out from the pool with ease, took your clothes and marched to bedroom.

„Make love to me James.” you pleaded once he put you on bed. „Are you sure?” „Yes. I wanted you for so long.” He looked into your eyes before they closed in delight as he kissed your neck. „You have to let me go babe. I can´t move.” You blushed and let your limbs fell on the bed. Bucky's lips travelled from your shoulder, through your chest all the way to your breasts. „You skin is so soft. And it smells so heavenly.” His rough hands cupped your tits gently and his tongue touched your hardened nipple. You arched your back closer to his face and he smiled, his teeth grazing your skin. You moaned loudly when he sucked your nub and his fingers played with the other one. „More Buck, please.” He shushed you with moving to your other breast, giving it same care. Your hands ruffled his hair and occasionally pulled, making him moan around your teat. You grinned to yourself. „Gosh you are beautiful.” He kissed your lips and kept going down your body again, nipping at your skin, gripping your sides, moving his fingers from your back to your belly and you were shivering from temperature difference.

He was right between your legs, holding them tight. „You're dripping doll.” he smirked. You groaned and your body jerked forward as his tongue licked and sucked your inner thighs and everywhere else, but your clit where you wanted him the most. He spread your lips and took long stroke from your hole to your clit. You lifted your hips, but he pushed you back into mattress. „Fuck baby. Look at you.” He squeezed your thighs, dipping his tongue deep inside of you, brushing his metal fingers around your pussy before he pushed two of them into you. „So tight, fuck. So warm doll.” He started to move them in and out in steady pace, his tongue finally playing with your clit. „It feels so good Buck.” Your nails were leaving red marks on his biceps and your legs opened for him even more. He was licking and sucking, using his muscle the way you needed and shortly after he added third finger, you came hard, moaning his name. He took everything you gave to him, latching on you until you stopped shaking. You looked at him. His beard was covered in your juices, eyes shining. „That was amazing.” You caressed his cheek and pulled him to you. Your fingers briskly moved over his chest and packs to his hard member. His breath hitched. „Let me return the favour.” „You don’t have to.” „I want to.” You stroked him in slow movements and batted your lashes. „I´ll not last it you do it.” he admits. „You want to be inside of me, right?” you asked teasingly, tightening your grip. He sobbed a little and nodded. „You want me to moan and scream your name? Make me come all around you perfect cock?” „Yes.” „Then do it.”

You positioned him in front of your hole and he slowly sunk in, you both devouring every part of it. He was wide and long and for a second you thought he´ll not fit. But you were his soulmate. He was made for you and you for him. Not only in bed, but in life as well. The fact itself made you cry and Bucky panicked. „Did I hurt you doll?” he asked worriedly. „No babe. I´m just overhelmed.” „Me too love. Me too.” He bottomed up bit by bit, filling you to the brim. „You're amazing.” he murmured into your mouth as he kissed you. „I love Buck.” You moved your hips against his, and your belly twisted. „Move please.” And he did. Sweet and delicately first, his fingers stroking every millimetre of your skin, his face nuzzled in crook of your neck. Then you took handful of his ass and pushed him roughly against you. He huffed, quickened the pace and sucked hickey under your ear. You moaned and moved with him in perfect symphony. „You little minx.” he growled when your nails traced from his shoulders to his bum, leaving him shuddering above you. You were playing with his hair, pulling hard, while he kneaded your breasts and instinctively moved his thumb on your clit once he felt your belly tensing. His thrusting became more erratic, harsh and you came undone screaming his name. „Yes, just like that baby. Just like that. Oh fuck!” he panted as his hot, thick cum covered your trembling walls. He smiled at you widely and put damp hair away from your face. „That was perfect. You are perfect.” he kissed you fondly. „You´re perfect too, my soulmate.” You saw small tears in his eyes and he sniffled. „Yours. And you're mine.” He slowly pulled out and lied next to you. You both basked in peaceful bliss.

„We didn't use any protection.” he said after few minutes. „I'm on pills, clean.” „I'm clean too. Not many women wanted to … . Never mind. I don’t need them any more. I got myself the best one.” „I´ll kill if any of them will flirt with you.” „No need doll. What we need now tho, is shower.” You giggled and stood up. „You're dripping baby.” he said, eyes trailing down the leaking jizz. „Because you came in me!” „And I would do it again if you let me!” „Shower sex?” You squealed at how fast Bucky picked you up and carried you to bathroom.

For the rest of the day you were just chilling and waiting for Nat and Clint to pick you up.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: A Warm Heart

*Not My GIF* 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader, some talk about Dean Winchester

Point of view: Reader and 3rd person  

Warnings: Fluff, reader being sick, Helpful Sam, Cuddles 

Summary: When the reader gets sick and has to stay bedridden. Sam stays behind helping the reader go through the flu, making sure she has everything she needs

Word Count: 1,254 

You see what had happened was...

We had all gone out for drinks, and everything was fine. We drank all night and went back to our motel room afterward. Driving home was the bad part the boys were fine, but being stuck in the back with no room for moving or getting comfortable.

I started to feel sick, and not like I was going to throw up in Deans' car because we all know I’d never hear the end of it. It was more like I was getting chills and then I was hot.

One minute I was taking the flannel that I had stolen off, and the next I was putting a blanket over my entire body. Because of my constant movement in the back, I was getting glances from the rearview mirror, from both Dean and Sam.

Thank god the trip wasn’t a long one. Only an hour before we’d home before I could sleep in my bed, with the air condition at whatever temperature I needed. I just kept telling myself that I just needed a shower.

Finally, I was able to fall asleep the rev of Baby’s engine. I heard someone say something in the front seat, about making sure I was okay, and then someone else said that Cas was out of town so they'd have to do it the old fashion way.

When we got to the bunker I tried to make my way out of the car, but as I did I felt a wave of dizziness come over me slamming me back down into the back seat. Sam was the first one to make sure I was okay, he asked me a few questions but I was so in and out of it that I couldn't even respond. So he just picked me up in his strong arms Dean not far behind him opening the bunker door, probably holding my bags.

Sam tried his best to drop me nicely in my bed. He didn't want to leave me in my boots, tight jeans, and nasty flannel. So he took my boots off with ease, unbuttoned my jeans grabbing a pair of shorts from my drawer, he closed his eyes while he pulled my tight jeans down my small figure. Keeping his eyes closed in an attempt to keep my own modesty. Pulling the shorts up my thighs and ass, then quickly unbuttoning my flannel and changing it out for a tank top.

He placed me under the covers and switched the overhead light off, leaving the side table light on, so if I awake during the night I knew I was home. When day broke the next morning, Sam walked into my room checking up on me. I was still asleep stuck to the covers that were so cold last night.

Sam went around the bunker and the chevy impala looking for anything that would be able to tell them what was up with her. Sam walked back into her room with medicine, water, and some towels. He didn't wake her, wanting her to get all the sleep she needed before she woke and was either still feeling like shit for feeling worse then she did last night.

He left her room after placing some stuff on her night side, and with that, he left her room with the door ajar. He was worried you could say about her, it's not like they didn't get sick but even getting sick was a challenge. They were always everywhere, and nowhere at the same time.

Sam had some time to think about what the 3 of them had done in the past week. They had gone to the bar last night, did a Salt&Burn, we did go to that hospital, we were around all those sick people. Oh god, Sam only thought was that you had caught something while being in the hospital.

When I finally woke up my hair was stuck to my face and I felt like I was living in a sauna. I jumped from the bed hitting the bedside table with my knees causing me the crash down to the floor. I knew I was a bit clumsy but not this much, Sam must have heard the crash from across the bunker walls because within seconds Sam was standing at the door making sure I was okay.

Not a lot of words were spoken between the two of us. Sam helped me off the floor and brought me to the bathroom. "Sam? Did you change my clothes when we got back home?" I asked him. He looked down at the floor and spoke "Yeah, but I will have you know that I didn't see anything I closed my eyes and got you dressed." He said in a hushed almost ashamed voice.

Maybe he should have just left her in the clothes she had on. "Well thank god, I would have wanted to sweat as I did in all those clothes from the hunt," I said. She asked for her towel and took a shower leaving the bathroom door ajar just so if something happened Sam could come in and rescue her.

after her warm shower, Sam was laying in her bed with the tv and a couple of movies to pick from at the top of the search bar of Netflix. she walked over to her side table swallowing whatever pill was sitting there and climbing into the very comfortable bed that Sam was no less overtaking.

She sunk into the comfy sheets. The heat of Sams's body lacing hers, she hummed to whatever Sam had asked her and he played the movie. It was some random movie about werewolves, and vampires fighting over "Holy land" kinda funny she thought living that life where they kill those types of monsters and yet the people that have no clue they exist would make a movie about them.

She had always thought it was funny, but she actually for the first time wanted to watch the movie. About an hour into the movie she asked Sam a question. "Sam, Do you mind if we cuddle?" She was trying to be platonic, but it came off has a need more than a want.

You see the problem with Sam and her relationship was that there was this unspoken care, and love for each other. And it wasn't the type of love and care that Dean and she had that was meant to be more brotherly than anything else. This bond that Sam and her shared was something else.

something that they were both scared of, something that no matter what they would always come back to. A few more words were spoken between the two after her request of cuddling which indeed did happen. Sam had climbed under the covers his body now giving off just the right amount of heat to keep her warm.

"You know Sam, you've got a good heart right." It wasn't a question it was more of a bold statement, and it was one she wasn't going to let Sam take away from himself. "Thank you, y/n. You know I will always be here for you no matter what is going on outside right?" Now that.. that was a warm-hearted person keeping the person he loved overall protected.

They didn't know it yet but the piece to their love story was falling perfectly together. One by one they would end up together saving the world with Sam's older brothers help of course.

[rippedjeansandfadeddreams]

Okay here we go!

@badthingshappenbingo​ 

Original content

Prompt: Prisoner Exchange

This story is on that I’ve been working on for a year. I’ve been using the bingo card to get inspiration for this story. Here is a chapter that I’ve written to fill this prompt on the bingo card. I’m probably not going to post the entire story on tumblr, just a few chapters.

A little bit about this world and story:

The world has magic. Everyone under the age of 16 has what is called Child’s magic. This magic is relatively harmless. Once a child turns 16, their magic either leaves or it stays. 2 out of 5 people will end up having their magic stay. If their magic stays, it turns into Adult magic. This magic is the real deal. Danger and all that. The people in power all over the world do not know what to do. After they run some tests on people with Adult magic and, with parental supervision and consent, Child’s magic, they have come to the conclusion that the best thing to do is to take those with Adult magic and keep them in what is called the Magic Market. The Market has trained people to keep those with magic under control. They are called Handlers. The Market also has collars that block magic from being used. When people are first taken to the Market, they are tattooed with a number, the date they were brought in, where they were brought in, and the city and state. This is their Mark.

Adam, the main character, is fighting against the Market. In this chapter he has been caught by the Market.

CW: Collars, manhandling, chains, non con touching and stripping (non sexual), prisoner exchange, modern human trafficking, non con drugging, examination, panic attack, blood mention, scars. Let me know if I missed anything! (Adam does question his age, he’s 19.)

I wake up to the purr of a van. I jerk up, choking. The Boss has a attached a chain to the collar. The chain is attached to the floor of the van. I look up to see a Handler grinning at me.

“Enjoying yourself?” I spit.

The Handler doesn’t respond. Of course. They never respond to me, or any worker.

I roll my eyes and try to get comfy on the floor. Luckily, I don’t have to stay on the floor for too long because the van stops after a few minutes.

The Handler stands up and unhooks the chain. He pulls me to my feet and shoves me out the doors as they open. I stumble out of the van and two other Handlers grab onto me. I struggle in their grip.

“Get off me,” I growl.

The Handlers just laugh as they drag me inside the building. It looks like a mini airport. I kick at them the entire way in.

“Adam, good to see you again,” The Boss says.

“The feeling isn’t mutual,” I say as the Handlers shove me forward.

The Boss just chuckles and waves me forward. “I see that fire of yours hasn’t died yet,” he says.

“Only in your dreams,” I say, sticking my hands in my pockets.

The Boss smiles and turns around. He waves me forward as he walks deeper into the building.

I eye the Handlers next to me. They’ve let go of me. I slowly walk forward, following the Boss. “Hey, uh, why haven’t you cuffed me?” I ask the Boss.

“Because, where you’re going, you aren’t supposed to be cuffed,” he answers.

“Where am I going?” I jog so I’m walking right next to him.

The Boss just looks at me.

“Where am I going?” I ask again.

“You’re being introduced into a new program we have. And the people who will be receiving you don’t like it when their shipments are in cuffs. It bruises the skin, you see,” he explains.

We’ve walked to the edge of the airport, where the boarding happens. There isn’t anybody else here. “These people don’t like bruises?”

“The workers we send them are normally the rowdy ones. The untrained ones. We send them to our partners where they train them. However, they don’t like it when our workers arrive battered and beaten. It dampens the effect of the training,” the Boss says.

I take a deep breath in. “How long does this normally take?” I ask. I wanted this to be over as soon as possible. If I could pretend to be trained, they might let me out.

“We’re sending you over for a year. If they need more time, we’ll extend your stay.”

“A year!” I back up, running into a Handler. He grabs my arms and holds me in place. “Aren’t you worried that I’ll escape?”

The Boss looks amused. “Not at all.”

“Why? I’ve done it in the past.”

“In the past, you’ve been in some place familiar. Here, you will be going overseas.”

My heart drops. “Overseas?” I whisper and drop to my knees.

The Boss nods and crouches down. “You’ve caused far too many problems for us and I want them to end. In order for them to end, I need to fix you. This will get you out of my hair long enough to fix the problems you’ve started. And when you get back, we can continue our tests. So, be a good worker, and you’ll only be there a year.” He stands up. “Get him on the plane.”

The Handler pulls me to my feet. I stumble across the room and out of the door. I kick at the Handler, hoping he’ll let me go. He just hauls me over his shoulder and carries me onto the plane. He tosses me into a seat and straps me in, locking the buckle so I can’t get out. I pull at the straps, feeling my heart pound in my chest. The Handler watches me and laughs, walking away, tucking the key in his pocket.

I growl as I try to get out of the seat. “Hey!” I shout. “Let me out of here!” Eventually, I give up struggling and stare out at the airport, watching as they load up baggage and other things I don’t recognize.

“Enjoying the view?” The Boss says, striding into the cab.

I glare at him. “Let me out of here,” I say.

“Now why would I do that? I just got you here.” He sits down opposite me and crosses his legs.

“C’mon, please,” I say. “Why don’t you just take me to a training center here? This place can’t be better than why we’ve got here, can it?”

The Boss just smiles and shakes his head. “They are much more efficient that us. And you are a special case. When you are working and obeying orders, you’re extremely useful, like when you first came to us. We need that same work ethic back.”

I lean back in my seat, not saying anything.

The Boss checks his watch. “We’ll be taking off soon. Enjoy your flight. I will see you when we land,” he says before leaving me alone.

The flight isn’t so bad, it’s almost pleasant. There are people bringing me food over the ten-hour flight. I doze a little and they let me out for frequent bathroom breaks. About three hours in, they unlocked the lock on the buckle and let me roam around the plane. Although a Handler follows me everywhere.

“Sit down,” a Handler growls at me.

“Why?” I ask. “I haven’t done anything.”

“We are nearing our destination. Sit. Down,” he says, pushing me into the seat.

I sit down and buckle my seatbelt. The Handler pulls out the lock. “You don’t have to lock me in,” I say. “I won’t run. I won’t fight.”

The Handler stares at me before finally putting away the lock. I let out a breath and stare out the window. The city is green, much greener than anything I’ve seen at home. I stare at it, forgetting for a moment that I’m here to be trained. For a moment, I just let myself be caught up in the beauty of the sight.

When we land, the Handler stands by the only exit. I watch out the window as people swarm the landing strip. My heart pounds. I raise a hand to the collar and my Mark. These people are here for me. I can’t escape them. There is nobody coming to save me. I’m here, alone, with people who want to hurt me, beat me, strip me of my identity. I push myself back in my seat as I feel them board the plane.

“Take it off,” I whisper to the Handler. “Please, take it off.” I claw at the collar. The Handler just watches me. “Take it off, please. Please, I won’t use my magic. I won’t fight back.” The collar feels too tight. I can feel my heartbeat against the metal. I can feel my throat closing off.

The door opens and people dressed in suits walk in. There are four of them. I sit up straight. “Evening, fellas,” I say, trying to hide the panic that rises into my throat.

They don’t say anything as they unbuckle the seat belt and pull me to my feet. They walk out, two of them have iron grips on both my arms. I stumble as we walk off the plane. We meet up with five more people in suits. They surround me and push me into a van. I sit awkwardly between two men. Before we leave the airport, I see The Boss talking with a few more people. They shove someone forward. It’s a girl in the dull brown clothes of the Market, and a thick collar around her neck. She looks at her feet, her head down. The Boss grabs her arm and leads her to the plane. I get a sick feeling in my stomach. That’s what they are going to do to me.

We pull away and start making our way through the city. The city is beautiful. I admire the architecture and the people that we pass. Nobody forces me back. Nobody forces me to stop looking. If it weren’t for the collar around my neck, I can almost imagine that I’m here to tour the city. I might come back here one day, when this is all over.

We near a large building. My heart pounds as we pull into a parking spot. They pull me out of the van and into the building. I dig in my heals, trying to pull out of their grips. My struggling doesn’t faze them. They just pick me up and carry me into the building. Fear grips me and I fight harder. They just shut and lock the doors, carrying me further into the building. When they finally put me down, I’m in a room full of people. Most are dressed nicely; the others are dressed like Handlers. I back up towards the door, but hands grab me before I can ger farther than a few steps.

“Get off me!” I shout. “Don’t touch me!”

They ignore my cries and rip off my shirt. They take off my shoes and socks as well. I kick at them but that doesn’t bother them. I scream and yell, hoping someone will hear me inside this nightmare.

They lock heavy metal cuffs onto my wrists, a different kind than I’m used to. These don’t attach to each other. They have rings on both sides so they can attach to other things. They attach a chain to either cuff and chain me to the walls, spreading my arms wide.

“What are you doing?” I ask one man as he comes up with a clipboard. Another comes up with medical equipment. I pull on the cuffs. They ignore me and continue with their examination.

“Make sure to note that he’s extremely stubborn. Harold told me to make note of this,” one of the men says.

The man with the clipboard nods and scribbles something down.

“Who’s Harold?” I ask.

Nobody answers me. I sigh and fall silent. They poke and prod at me, jerking my head back to get a good look at my face. Trailing their fingers across the scars on my back, feeling for any injuries I might have. I squirm under their touch. That doesn’t seem to bother them. Eventually, they stop and start to leave the room. I start to panic. “Hey! Come back!” I shout. “What’s going on?”

Nobody answers me. Nobody comes back.

I pull on the chains, hoping to get free. All I accomplish is cutting my wrists. I feel warm blood dribble down my arms. I feel a pit in my chest. These people don’t want bruising. What about cuts? How would they react? My breathing becomes faster. “Hey!” I shout. I start yelling as loud as I can. “What are you going to do to me?”

I fall silent as the door opens again. Two people walk in. One with a bucket of toiletries, the second empty handed.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask quietly.

As per the usual, these people don’t answer. The man who walked in empty handed grabs a showerhead off the wall. He glances at my arms and then points the showerhead at me. He nods to his partner who sets down the bucket and walks towards me. He undoes my belt buckle and pulls off my pants, leaving me in my underwear. He then walks away. The first man turns on the water. The cold water hits me on full blast. I gasp, sputtering as the man sprays me down.

It’s a short process. The second man washes me, and the first man sprays me down. I’m shivering by the end of it, but the blood and sweat are gone. They pick up their things and leave me alone in the room once again.

I don’t shout while they’re gone. I just shake my wet hair out of my eyes and hope I warm up.

A new person comes in a while later. It’s a woman this time. She lowers the chains so that I’m kneeling and she starts on cutting my shoulder length hair. By the time she’s finished, my hair is short and tidy. I watch her sweep away the hair and then she leaves. I am not let off my knees.

It feels like hours before the door opens again. I look up to see a large group of people walk in.

“Hey guys, I though you forgot about me. Thanks for coming back,” I say with a smile.

Nobody responds. One man steps forward and starts walking around me. He tilts my head from side to side, then runs a hand through my hair. He continues walking around me. He fingers the scars on my back, sending shivers down my spine.

“Don’t touch me,” I growl.

I get no response, but the man doesn’t listen to me. He keeps fingering my scars. The man grabs my chin again and forces me to look at him. I glare at him. He looks at me like someone would look at an art piece, or something they want to study. Finally, he lets me go and walks away. He nods to a group of people and they walk towards me. They pull me to my feet and unchain me. I start to run, but they grab me, gripping my arms and wrapping their arms around my chest.

“Let me go!” I shout. “Let me out of here!”

They just force me into the rough clothes of the Market and chain my arms behind my back. They unhook the collar from around my neck and attach a bigger, thicker collar. I gag as they lock it on. Its weight makes me want to collapse and it’s tighter around my neck, making it hard to breath. I gasp, stilling as they continue to lock cuffs and chains onto me.

One man walks up with a syringe full of an odd colored liquid.

“What’s that?” I ask.

I get no answer. They only hold me against a wall, making sure I can’t move as the man comes closer. One man tilts my head to the side, pressing it up against the wall. I cry out as the needle pierces my skin. I feel the liquid work its way through me. It’s a drug, I think as I start to feel sluggish. My struggling becomes weak and I feel heavy.

They step back, letting me go. I lean up against the wall, trying to stay upright. The drug starts to kick in more and I feel ready to collapse. The men come towards me and I lash out, awkwardly lurching forward towards them. I almost collapse, but I somehow manage to stay on my feet. They step back, surprised.

“Give him another dose,” one of them says.

They hold me down again as they insert another needle into my neck. I slur a ‘no,’ but nobody listens to me. The second dose kicks in and I collapse, barely able to keep my eyes open. The men pick me up and carry me outside where I am chained to the wall by the collar and forced to kneel in line with the others they already have out. My head hangs and I focus on my breathing.

Voices swirl around me as I kneel in line with the other workers, the only thing keeping me upright is the chain that’s hooked to the wall and attached to the collar. I can’t see straight. I feel like I should be fighting but I can’t even move.  

“Look at this beauty,” someone says.

I feel hands on my face, lifting my chin. I let out a weak whimper. The voice laughs.

“He can’t even see straight. Doubt he even knows what’s happening to him,” a second voice says.

A hand runs through my recently cut hair, pulling my head back.

“This is one of the American’s we get through the Trade,” the first voice says.

“How long is he here for?” The second voice.

“A year. But it can be extended if he’s not cooperating.”

A year, please let it only be a year.

A hand on my chin forces my head to the side.

“He seems docile enough.”

“His dose was doubled so we could get him here,” the first voice says.

“How old is he?”

I should be nineteen, right?

There is a hand on my neck, touching my Mark. “Says here he should be nineteen.”

“I’ll take him,” the second voice says.

Leave me alone. Please. I think, silently begging. The rest of the conversation is lost as I am roughly unchained and hauled out of the building and into a separate room. I feel a prick in my neck and a moment later, darkness pulls me under.

[dal3ks]

the interview

pairing: tony stark x female reader 

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none! just a little bit of cursing and teasing! some flirting! 

"so ms. (y/l/n), i have a new assignment for you," your boss slid you a manila folder, "i need you to conduct an interview for me. preferably recorded. it needs to be in my office tomorrow at eleven a.m., no later."

you stared at the folder, opening it slowly. once you read the name of the individual you were supposed to interview, your jaw dropped, "but getting an interview with tony stark is practically impossible! he's a multimillionaire with much better things to do!"

"and that is precisely why i need you to interview him," your boss cleared his throat, "it is extremely difficult to get time with such a prestige man, but, i do have the interview already scheduled for you. unfortunately, i have to run home early today to pick up my daughter from daycare. i do have faith in you, (y/n). you're a fantastic journalist. your last article about spider-man was not only inspirational, but very thought provoking."

"you're just throwing this assignment in my lap because i mainly write about modern superheroes," you grimaced, "spider-man was a fifteen year old boy. he was a breeze. this time around it's an asshole in his thirties. he's cocky and arrogant."

"i mean if that's what you really think, then i can give you an alternative assignment," your boss shrugged, picking through more folders, "how does the  lady-bug crisis in valor, vermont sound?"

you let out a sigh, "i'll do it. just text me the time and address. and just for your information, i do care about the lady-bug crisis. for some reason i cannot write those kind of articles for the life of me."

"well, i know you will exceed my expectations," your boss gave you a genuine smile, "i'll have my receptionist send you the address on your way out. good luck!"

"i'll do my best," you mumbled, standing up from the chair.

on your way out of your boss' office, his receptionist gave you the time and address of the interview. your jaw dropped once more once you realized where the location was. the interview was scheduled at tony stark's mansion. it was also scheduled for eight-thirty p.m., which was kind of late for a single interview.

you sat down at your desk with a huff. even though the man was an asshole, you were sure that tony stark was brilliant and complex. you jotted down some questions in your phone, preparing for a short interview. typically tony stark got bored with all of the questions, and then proceeded to kick the journalists out. hopefully it would be short. you couldn't stand the man.

even though most of your work involved modern superheroes, you shied away from covering the multimillionaire. there was just something about tony stark that irritated you, and you couldn't place your finger on what it was. sure, he was cocky, arrogant, and boasted about himself, but there was just something else you disliked about him.

it was mainly the way he treated women. he used women as eye candy, toys, and much more. you had heard dozens of stories from women reporters and journalists about how he hit on them. with some of the women, he even offered them a night with him. he was disgusting in that matter, and you were sure to keep your guard up around him.

you left work early to prepare for the interview. although you were wearing black slacks and a blouse, you opted to change into a pair of leggings and a crew neck. you felt that it would give you a more "comfortable" vibe, as you wanted the interview to be more casual. you let your hair stay down in loose curls, and you washed off your makeup. the more you dressed down, the better.

also, you wanted to be comfy since you were going to be staying up all night to write the damn article. the deadline of eleven a.m. was ridiculous, but you knew your boss had good intentions. there was a promotion within the office, and if this article was amazing, then you would earn the job. so, there was more at stake than just an interview with mr. stark.

around eight, you left your apartment. you typed the address into your phone, your fingers shaky. even though you had conducted hundreds of interviews with strangers, this one intimidated you slightly. you were afraid that you were going to bore the man.

once you arrived at tony stark's mansion, you swallowed a lump in your throat. you showed your identification to the security guard, who let you in with a grunt. you pulled into the driveway, exiting your car once you gathered your needed materials.

you knocked on the door, expecting to see mr. stark's assistant, pepper. instead, it was tony stark himself, clad in a pair of sweatpants and a metallica shirt. his outfit was more than likely designer, which intimidated you.

"ah, ms. (y/l/n)? come in," mr. stark opened the door, allowing you to step in.

once you stepped into the house, your heart dropped. it was completely beautiful. the floor was a shiny hardwood, and expensive looking furniture was everywhere. surely this was a mistake. you weren't worthy of being in this man's home.

"is it okay if we do this in my lab?" his voice interrupted your thoughts, "i have something i'm working on. i talk better if i'm tinkering with something."

"oh yeah," you nodded, "not a problem, mr. stark."

he scoffed, "please, call me tony. don't be like everyone else."

his sharp comment made your eye twitch, "i'm sorry, it's just that i'm not used to this."

"new on the job?" he began to walk towards an elevator, which you assumed lead to the basement.

"actually it's my second year," you answered, "my jurisdiction is with the heroes of today."

"ohhh fancy," tony chuckled, "i wouldn't call myself a hero, but i guess i'm popular, huh?"

goddamn this man was cocky. you gritted your teeth, "you must be. the media is all over you."

tony glanced at you, actually taking a second to look at you, "wow."

"what?" you raised a brow, your tone sharp.

"you look good," his voice sounded genuine, "you look amazing, actually."

"and how does this correlate with the interview?" you smirked.

"no one comes dressed like you," tony answered, "i like you already."

"thank you," his compliment made you grin, and you started to think that maybe this man wasn't as bad as you thought.

the elevator doors opened, and tony led you to his work area, where he was tinkering with a new version of his iron man suit. he gestured towards an open chair, and you hesitantly sat down.

"before we start," tony cleared his throat, opening a program on his computer, "do you want anything to drink? is the air comfortable? if it's too hot or too cold, let me know."

"that's sweet of you," you beamed, "but i'm fine. thank you, though."

"no problem," tony nodded, then began toying around with the hologram in front of him.

you admired him for a minute as he worked. his dark hair was messy, which you assumed was due to working in his lab all day. his shirt was a little small, as it defined his muscles in his arms and shoulders as he worked. his brown eyes were focused, searching for a new development on his project. you stared for a second, star struck. this man was gorgeous. no wonder ladies dropped their panties for him.

"you okay?" his voice interrupted your thoughts. you glanced up to see him smirking at you, arms folded across his chest, "i believe we were about to start an interview, not a staring contest."

you felt heat rush into your cheeks, "sorry, you're just uh, extremely attractive when you work."

tony raised a brow, obviously enjoying your embarrassment, "yeah? i get that a lot."

"i'm sorry," you could feel the waves of embarrassment radiating off of you, "let's get started."

"how about i shoot an email to your boss?" tony interjected, "and we postpone this whole shindig. you're different, and i want to get to know you better. forget about me, there's hundreds of interviews with me out there. i want to know about you, (y/n)."

"but tony," you began, "this interview could earn me a higher position."

"and i could get you out of that shitty office and promote you as head of marketing for my company," tony scoffed, "you're an excellent writer, (y/n). i read your article on good old spider boy last week. you deserve something more than nine dollars an hour. you'd excel as head of marketing. and if you want something else, you got it."

you blinked, shocked, "tony, i don't know. your offer is gracious but i just can't up and leave. they need me at that office."

"and who's being cocky now?" tony winked at you, "just consider it, all right? i'll send you some answers to your questions later in an email."

"my boss wants the interview to be recorded," you swallowed a lump in your throat. god he made you a blushing mess.

"they'll be sound bytes then," tony sat down on the counter beside you, "speaking of bytes, how about we grab a bite sometime? do you want to have dinner sometime, with me?"

"like a date?" you widened your eyes.

"yes," he chuckled, "like a date."

"i like the sound of that," you murmured, glancing up at him. even though tony was short, you were still shorter than him.

tony gave you a gentle smile, "you're by far the most beautiful woman who's ever walked in my life."

you blushed, "oh, you don't mean that."

"i do," he nodded, "you're drop dead gorgeous. and i like that you came here as yourself, not some version of yourself that you're forced to be. it's different, a nice different."

you found yourself melting under all of the compliments. your mind buzzed, wondering what was going to happen next. one minute you hated the man, the next, you were falling for him. he really was not the man you had painted him to be in your mind. it just took some time alone with him, away from the media and cameras, to see who he really was.

"thank you, again," you murmured, "you're quite handsome yourself."

"thank you," his voice was soft, "so, tell me about yourself."

you found yourself opening up him, memories and stories spilling out of you. and you didn't know it yet, but as he got to know you, as you opened up, he only fell harder and harder for you.

and you found yourself falling for him as well as the night continued.

[puckngrind]

What’s In A Name: 4 - J. Toews

Chapter 4

Where we left off: Bekah joined the Lady Jackets with Brynn in Chicago and didn’t tell Jon but he found out.  After the game, he wrapped his arm around her at the arena to head back home making Bekah question things.

Warnings: smut, language

Word Count: 3,468

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Questions.

Brynn had nothing but questions from the time Bekah returned to the hotel the next morning until the two hit her couch the following weekend after Chicago. Why didn’t Bekah tell her? Why would she not call them dating? How often does he text? Is he good in bed? Most of the questions were met with an I don’t know or I’m not telling you. Bekah was a slightly open book with her best friend but telling her how Jon makes her melt into a puddle wasn’t something she wanted to devolve.

April hit and Jon’s texts became less frequent. The Blackhawks made the playoffs and Bekah found herself most evenings in her apartment watching the game. Wondering if this was the round they would get knocked out. She would text Brynn asking for clarification on a hockey related thing. A day after beating the Ducks in 7 games Bekah looks down to see Jon’s name flashing on her phone.

“Hey Beks.” She can tell he’s laying down and there is a strain in his voice.

“Hey Tae?” Bekah’s questioning reply was noticed. “Congrats on making the cup finals again!”

“Thanks. I was thinking...”. He paused and cleared his throat. “Could you come? I don’t know, maybe starting the June 13th? We will be either be playing game 6 or we will be out. If it goes to 7 games you have the choice of coming to Tampa with me or hanging out at my place?” There was a silence on the line. Jon waited. “Beks?”

“Uh, I was just thinking. Sorry. Yeah, that should be fine. It’s a little short notice for work but I’ll see what I can do.” Bekah started pacing her apartment.

“Awesome. I know I could have just texted you but I wanted to hear your voice it’s been sooo long.” Jon’s voice staggers.

“Oh? I’ve heard your voice a few times during interviews.” This makes Jon laugh.

“I’ll set up your flight and everything as soon as you tell me if you can get me off...I mean get off work...fuck...me. I’m just gonna stop talking.” He cusses to himself.

“The whole no sex during playoffs really messing with you huh?” Bekah bites her knuckle to hold back the laughter.

“Well it’s been a little longer than playoffs so yeah...you could say it’s messing with me a bit. I just keep thinking of you. Speaking of, if it goes to game 6 and 7 you will be staying in a guest room. Sleeping next to you would probably make me explode.” The admission made Bekah’s entire body jolt. They quickly said their goodbyes and she typed out an email requesting off for the week.

Bekah flew in the morning of the 12th. Jon explained that they would be passing ships essentially but wanted to make sure she was set up before he left for the game in Tampa. Jon told her a driver would be picking her up and when she saw Beks scribbled on a piece of paper and Jon’s face emerging from under the Cubs hat she jumped and picked up the pace to him stopping just short of running into his arms. “Can I touch you or no?” She jokes.

“C’mere.” Jon pulls Bekah in and kisses her. Her hand immediately grabs at his beard.

“What barn are you raising tonight, Tae?” Jon chuckles as the two walk to grab Bekah’s bags. “Seriously, I thought it was just the bad rink lighting from my television.”

“My genetics hates the no shave protocols what can I say.” Jon kisses her on the top of her hair. “I’ve missed you, Beks.” He breathes in.

“Same, now let’s get me back to your place so you can kick some Tampa ass.”

Jon left a ridiculously detailed note about how to operate everything in his home. The number for the team manager if he didn’t answer and his house cleaning service just in case. Bekah roamed the halls of the giant townhouse. Taking in the things she didn’t notice before or he added and she didn’t know. She felt tiny in his massive kitchen but realized it was perfect for him in the many conversations about cooking they had. She finally wandered into the room he mapped out as the guest room she would use. Laying on the bed she sees a box. Jon’s scribble on a card laying on top.

You don’t have to wear this but it will look better than the last sweater I saw on you. Always, Tae

Bekah pries open the box to reveal a Blackhawks home jersey. Pulling it out of the box she notices the C on the chest. Flipping it around, Bekah fingers graze over the letters in Toews embroidered across the top. Of course he got her his jersey and not just a blank one. She slipped it on over her tshirt and snapped a pic in the mirror. Typing out a how does this look message she tossed her phone on the bed not expecting the quick response.

Jon: holy fuck Beks. I’ve never seen anyone look so hot with my name on their back.

Bekah: I’m sure 🙄

Jon: I’m adjusting myself right now because that’s how turned on I am. I’ll send proof

Bekah: I believe you. Good luck tomorrow. I’m gonna snoop through all your stuff and then head to bed.

Jon: Knock yourself out! Nothing to hide. I’m gonna take a very very cold shower.

The next night Bekah curled up on the sofa to watch game 5. Win they would come back only needing one more game to win...lose they would hope to go into game 7. Bekah kept falling asleep but the phone call in period 3 woke her.

“Derek thinks you are gonna see them take the cup at home.” Brynn’s voice vibrates in Bekah’s ear.

“Oh?” Bekah rubs her eyes and realizes the Blackhawks just scored with a few minutes left.

“He’s very jealous. Actually stewing about it if I were to go that far.” Brynn giggles.

“I guess I should wear this jersey then?” Bekah yanks on the Blackhawks emblem.

“He got you a jersey? Please tell me it’s his!”

“Yes Rin, it’s his. Not his his because I’m sure that would be swimming on me his sweatshirts do and pads don’t go under them.”

“Friend, I don’t know what you two call whatever this is but men who are just using women for sex aren’t letting them stay in their mansions without them, borrow their sweatshirts, and wrapping their chiseled arms around someone in public they consider their fuck buddy.” Brynn huffed out. Bekah could feel that she’d been keeping that in for awhile. She heard a beep and pulled the phone to see.

“Oh, shit he’s calling.”

“And they definitely don’t call them as soon as they get off the damn ice. Love ya!” With that Brynn hangs up and Bekah answers Jon’s call.

“You won Tae!” She breathe out not realizing she was holding it taking in all what Brynn was saying.

“We did! And we were suppose to fly back tomorrow morning but something got messed up with the hotel and we are heading to the plane. I just didn’t want to freak you out when I came in super late.”

“Oh, cool. Thanks for letting me know. I’ll see you for breakfast then.”

“Bye Beks.” She hung up and headed upstairs.

The slight kiss on her forehead the next morning was the next thing she remembered. “Sleep well?” Jon was dressed in his team issued sweats.

“Good morning!” Bekah answers quietly. “Your guest bed is pretty comfy I might not move.”

“I made breakfast and then I gotta get to the rink.” Jon’s voice sounded deeper to Bekah.

“Oh! Oh!” She rubs her eyes taking in the playoff beard. “Sorry. I forgot about the beard. When does that come off?” She ran her finger down the hard line between his soft cheek and coarse beard.

“When we win it all...or lose but I’m hoping we can win the cup here for once. For the fans.” Jon stands up.

The two make their way up to the rooftop where Jon has bacon, toast, fruit, some drink concoction that is clearly meant for him and coffee for Bekah.

“You don’t eat bread.” She pulls the mug to her lips then sips.

“I don’t but you do. So I made sure to have some for this week.”

“Thanks.” The two fall into easy conversation before he leaves for practice.

Bekah wandered her way down to campus while he was gone and took in the changes in the years since she graduated. She saw Blackhawks gear everywhere. She wondered if she just never noticed or because they were playing for the cup the next day was the reason for the abundance of sightings. She realizes how many times she could have seen Jon play before she graduated. Her best friend, only college friend, was an avid hockey fan from Minnesota. She would try to convince Bekah to go with her all the time. Chances of them meeting back then we’re slim and Bekah was sure as she walked back into his home that there was no way he would have ever noticed her if they had.

Dinner that evening was on the rooftop too. The views were amazing especially at night.

“You okay?” Bekah took in Jon’s demeanor and if that didn’t give away that something was bothering him the clicking of his foot on his chair was hard to ignore.

“Maybe a little nervous about tomorrow. Maybe a little horny. Maybe...I don’t know.”

“Maybe what Jon?” Bekah pulls her knees up into her chest while she waits Jon out.

“You are sitting in the family section.” Bekah gulps but nods. “It was the only seats I could get.”

“Ok...wait seats?” Bekah raises her voice accidentally.

“Yeah,” Jon nervously rubs his neck. “My parents are here and you are sitting behind them.”

“Oh...oh...OH!”

“Please say something else.” Jon squints.

“Fuck. Um. Yeah. That’s...fine. Have you told them about me? I mean why would you...but...fuck. Me in your jersey will look fantastic. Maybe I shouldn’t wear it. Hi, I’m Rebekah Pierce. I’ll be the one releasing your son of all his built up tension tonight if they win...nice to meet you.”

Jon start choking on the bite he just placed in his mouth and keeps coughing. “Shit! Babe!” Bekah rounds the table and pats him hard on the back. He finally stops and turns to pull her into his lap. “You cannot die tonight I would like to see you win this cup thing!” Jon smiles and kisses Bekah. “Oh Captain. That’s against the rules.” Bekah eyes down to where she can feel Jon hard as a rock.

“I’m fine. I’ll just take another ice bath. I’ve come accustom to them lately.” This makes Bekah giggle. “And my parents know I have someone here which is why they are not. They don’t know what we are because let’s be real...we don’t know. And please don’t talk about releasing anything to them. Fuck. I would like to pretend that my mother still thinks at 26 I’m saving myself.”

“Say what?” Bekah bats her eyes processing.

“They will be polite and I’m sure won’t ask too many questions.” Jon kisses her and she feels him jolt below her.

“I’m gonna get up now. I will not be to blame for a loss of anything.” Bekah kisses his forehead and starts to clear the table.

She felt her palms dripping with more and more sweat with each person being escorted to her section. Finally a Toews jersey on a lady that could easily be his mother comes into Bekah’s view followed by several others. Before Bekah can say anything the woman leading the group smiles at her. “You must be Beks.” Her arms come up to hug Bekah.

“Rebekah. Pierce. Yes. Nice to meet you Mrs. Toews.”

“Well...bonus points for the pronunciation.” Jon’s brother, David, laughs out. They made their introductions and sat down for warm ups. Jon skated a few time past them. Andrée turned around talking to Bekah more than paying attention to the ice. Bekah wondered if games ever got old for her. How many games has she gone to in his lifetime?

“I know a little about you. Just not super into hockey. You work in marketing in Columbus. Oh, and you keep my son on his toes. Which is what he needs.” She pats Bekah’s knee as she feels the heat in her face. Jon telling his mom about her added another layer to this whole thing. Thankfully the game started and the attention was drawn away from her and onto him. Bekah was on the edge of her seat. When the horn sounded and the Blackhawks won the stadium exploded. Without even realizing it Andrée had Bekah’s hand dragging her with the rest of the families to the ice.

Bekah leans into Andrée who is beaming since they left their seats. “I don’t belong here.” Bekah admits looking at the families waiting for the team.

“He said you would say that which is why I was told to drag you to the ice with me. He clearly knows you well.” She winked and then there he was. A hot smelly mess with a look on his face that made Bekah forget that she felt out of place. Andrée embraced her son pulling on the beard telling him it looked better every year. The rest of the family gave their hugs of congratulations and the Jon turns to Bekah.

His eyes soften as he pulled her in for a hug. Bekah feels his sweaty lips at her hairline and she laid her head on his chest. “I’m glad you didn’t fight my mom about this.” Bekah looks up and wraps her arms around his neck and he picks her up. “A little more celebrating here then home m’kay?” Jon kisses her temple then skates off to finish the victory celebration and interviews.

Jon busted through his Lincoln Park door with Bekah wrapped around his waist. The high from the Stanley Cup win adding to the need for each other. “Do you wanna head up?” Bekah tried to catch her breath as Jon unlatched her bra from under the jersey.

“Maybe later.” Jon eyes the couch and places Bekah down slowly. She goes take off the jersey and he stops her. “Keep that on. I’ve been dreaming about you in that for days.” Jon licks his lips and sucks his breath in hard.

“Oh. Okay Captain.” Bekah pulls her lip in between her teeth while she pulls off her pants and panties. Jon quickly removes his suit. “If ya want to bend me over the couch I’m already ridiculously wet.” Bekah stands on her tiptoes and presses her lips into Jon’s. The slew of French and English curse words mixed with grunts sent an unknown energy radiating through her body. Jon didn’t answer but spun Bekah around and she bent over the back of the couch. He tapped her inner thigh then moves the tail of her jersey up her back. Bekah looked up at Jon just as he slammed into her rocking both their bodies and the couch forward.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“I’m not.” Bekah barked out feeling the familiar stretch of Jon’s length against her walls.

“I’m not gonna last long but I’ll make up for it.” Jon states before leaning over and hooking his finger onto Bekah’s clit.

“Jon. Fuck.” Bekah cried out feeling her orgasm flood her body and then his pulsating deep inside her. His tired body pulls hers up to his chest.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Bekah turns around and leans against the couch.

“For the quickie. Not exactly my style. But damnit if you aren’t hot as hell in that sweater.” Jon traces her lips with his finger.

“Well, we have all week, right? I wasn’t expecting a marathon anyway plus watching you holding that cup up in the air was orgasm worthy.”

“Damnit Beks. You do things to me.” He dips down to kiss her lips.

“Now about this beard? Can we?” Bekah uses her fingers to illustrate cutting it off.

“Yes, let’s head upstairs.” Before she can move Jon hoists her over his shoulder and heads to his master bath. He places her gently on the sink’s countertop.

“I have legs damnit and I’m not a trophy.” Jon laughs and kisses her. “Plus how do you still have all that strength?”

“Adrenaline Beks. And you are better than any trophy.” Jon got the razor set, bowl of warm water, and towels out. He reaches for the razor and Bekah’s hand stops him.

“Do you trust me?” She pulls the razor from between his fingers and places it down. He just nods then stands between her legs. Bekah begins with the badger hair brush and cream. Lathering up his already damp beard. Jon’s eyes flash from her to the reflection in the mirror back to her. Using her thumbs she rubs down the bottom of his jawline causing a grunt to rumble deep in his chest. Finally grabbing the razor she whispers...”you trust me right?”

“Yes Beks. With everything.” His admission brought down the first stroke from the razor. She worked methodically down his face and then focused on his jawline making sure not to cut him. Jon groaned with every swipe of her thumb as she checks her work. Finally Bekah reaches for the warm, wet towel and gently wipes off the remaining cream and hair. Jon’s fresh clean face exposed. Bekah leans over to pull the moisturizing cream out from the tub but Jon catches her face and pulls her into his lips.

“That was so fucking sexy.” Jon whispers into her lips.

“Can I finish?” Bekah pulls away and runs the moisturizer down Jon’s face and neck and finally his shoulders. She feels him shutter under her grip. “Now I’m done.” She looked over her work then Jon captures her lips in his again. “I just realized you should be out partying with your teammates.” Bekah pulls away and places her hand on his chest to keep them apart. Jon shrugs. “You should go! The entire city is excited...I’m sure you won’t pay for a single drink Tae.” Jon’s strength over powers her and has Bekah’s body presssd tightly to his chest.

“Nah. I like this celebration better. The partying is more for the young guys and the ones who haven’t won it yet.” Jon’s muscles tighten around Bekah.

“Jon.” She squeaks out his name in protest.

“Beks, I have three cups now, two gold medals, and a world championship. I have partied plenty in my day with the winnings of each of them and I’m only 27. I just want to crawl into bed. Properly give you an orgasm and then do it again in the morning.”

“Damn.” Bekah whispers more for herself in realization that Jon wasn’t just a pro hockey player but would one day be in the hall of fame. Her face caught on fire when she realized that after winning the cup all he wanted to do is celebrate with her.

“You gotta talk to me Bekah.” Jon’s voice finally broke through her thought process. “Babe!” He swipes gently at the strands of hair that have fallen to her face. “Beks, talk to me.” Panic dripping from his voice.

“You called me Bekah.” She finally blurted out.

“And, it IS your name?”

“Yeah but you only ever call me Beks. Even your mother called me it which is conversation in itself later...but I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call me Bekah before.” This makes Jon smile.

“I just gave you the expansive run down of my hockey winnings that had earned me a spot in the Triple Gold Club...and you focus on the nickname I use!” Jon laughs hard and stares deep into Bekah’s eyes.

“Triple Gold Club, what the...what is that?”

“Youngest member too but that’s not what we are talking about.” Jon runs his thumb tightly along Bekah’s jaw line then over her lips she pulls it in and sucks hard. “Fuck Beks... I’m already hard.” She looks down between their bodies to see for herself.

“I just don’t want to be the reason you are not celebrating with your team and fans Tae.” She slides her finger from his collarbone bone down his abs.

“There is exit interviews and a giant ass parade. Plus I prefer my day with the cup over most of the public celebrations.” Bekah hummed taking in this information. “Can we take this to the bed now?” With that Bekah nodded and Jon carried her to his bed.

[navalcriminalimagines]

No Future

Anon : I was wondering if you could write this please: Imagine being Gibbs’s long term girlfriend but as a result of fearing the relationship isn’t going anywhere she leaves him. Then after some time she’s a witness in an investigation and Gibbs later will propose to her? Thank you!!

Anon : Gibbs x reader but angst?? Like full, pure heartbreaking angst :((

“Miss Y/L/N!” The Police Department Chief greeted you, “Congratulations on passing the Lieutenant exam!” he gently smiled at you.

“Thank you, Chief,” you smiled back and shook his hand. “I have a great mentor,” you took a look at your Captain, who has been your mentor since you joined the Unit. 

“I heard your fiancé is a federal Agent and he’s coming tonight?” the Chief asked. Jethro was just your boyfriend and not your fiancé but you didn’t have the courage to correct him. 

“He’s running late because of a case, he should be here soon,” you smiled before excusing yourself. You found an empty place in the ball room, and took your phone to see if Jethro had called to give you update. He didn’t, so you did. 

“Gibbs,” he answered after the second ring.

“Jethro, where are you?” you kept your voice low but you sounded angry anyway.

“At work, is something wrong?” he asked, sounding innocent. 

“You forgot, didn’t you?” Now you weren’t angry but hurt. 

“Forgot what?” 

“Nevermind. Goodbye Jethro,” you didn’t give him time to answer, you simply hang up. 

You tried to enjoy the rest of the night. It was a celebration for those to pass their exams, either as Captain, Lieutenant, Sergeant... you were one of them and you were proud. You wished Jethro was there by your side. You told everyone he was coming, he agreed to at first and now, he just forgot. Just like he forgot Valentine’s day, meeting your parents, your first and second anniversary. You were wondering if this really was a relationship. 

When you were called on the stand, your team was there to cheer for you. A few friends you made during your career but not your boyfriend. It only made you angrier and sadder. 

You left earlier than you probably should have, but your mood was so low. On the ride home, you considered stopping by Jethro’s house to tell him how you feel, but he will probably be waiting at your place. Because over two years dating, and you still have your own place... that’s another thing you can add to the list. 

Indeed, Jethro was there when you entered your apartment. He was sitting on the couch, nursing a beer. You didn’t greet him at first, just took off your coat and shoes off and directly walked to your bedroom to take this dress. You hated it, but you had to dress well for this event and also, you wanted to impress Jethro. To see sort of sparkles in his eyes when he would saw. Too much asking. 

He entered the bed while you were in your underwear, ready to put some comfy clothes on. “Celebration night. That’s what I forgot,” he said.

“Good job, Agent Gibbs. Did you find this on your own?” you answered without looking at him.

“You’re angry and you--” he tried to say but you turned around and threw such a stare at him, he stopped.

“I’m not angry, Jethro. I’m hurt. And disappointed. And in a very, very bad place right now,” 

“Can I make it up to you?” he asked, “I know apologies won’t change anything right now but I’m sorry, Y/N,” 

“I’m tired, Jethro,” you sighed, avoiding his apologies.

“Let’s go to bed then and we’ll figure this out tomorrow,” he offered. 

You stood still while your boyfriend undressed himself to get into bed-- with you.

“No,” you interjected, before he could get under the sheets. “I’m tired of--us. I’m tired of waiting. Tired of having to tell you what to do,” you said with tears in your eyes, “I’m tried of being in a relationship that has absolute future,” 

“W-What are talking about?” Jethro knew where this was going. And unfortunately, he understood your position. Because of his own fears, he never really got involved in this relationship. Knowing he wouldn’t sleep with you in his arms tonight, he put his clothes back on, while listening to you and your feelings.

“I can’t keep fighting for this relationship all by myself. I don’t even know why or how I’ve done it until now,” you paused to take a deep breath, his blue eyes were locked into yours. Was there tears in his eyes? “I’m not sure how I feel right now. One thing I do know is that-- I want a real relationship. Projects. A wedding and kids. I want to leave in the same as the man I love,” you paused, “Not to see him whenever he can or--wants,” 

Jethro looked everywhere in the bedroom except directly at you. He was trying to fight his tears back. Crying now won’t change a thing. He ruined this relationship, he knows it. He also knows you deserve so much better than what he can give you. You deserve better than him. He just nodded. He never was a big talker but right now, he had absolutely no words. 

He tried to walk to you. You were crying by now. “You are not even trying to fight to save us,” you stated. And this was breaking your heart a little more. A part of you wished he would try to talk to you into not breaking up with him. But he was just accepting it. “Did you ever love me, Jethro?” you asked, trying to look into his eyes but he kept avoiding your gaze. You couldn’t help but ask this. You needed to hear that those two years were real anyway. 

“I did,” he answered, “I still do,” he grabbed your face with his hands. He wanted to kiss so bad. And you wanted to push him away but you couldn’t. You were making a terrible decision, your heart was breaking but somehow, Jethro was the only one that could make it all right again. You wished he would.

“Can’t you even say those words? How hard is it to look at me and say “I love you”?” Those three words you never heard from him. 

“What would it change anyway?” 

“Right,” you breathed out. “It would change a damn thing. Because you don’t want it to change! If you’re okay with your loneliness, than there’s nothing that me or anyone else can do. At least, I tried,” you put your hands over his - that was still holding your face - and pushed them away. You took a step back, creating a space between Jethro and you. That was it.

“I hope you’ll find a way to be happy someday, Jethro,” you whispered. 

He nodded again, unable to say something worthy. But he needed one final physical contact with you before the end of those two years. In one movement, he closed the gap you created seconds ago and crashed his lips on yours. It was slow enough for you to push him away if you wanted but you couldn’t. You returned his kiss, one last time. You put your hands in his Marine cut one more time, he pressed your body against his - one last time. 

Both of you wished everything would stop at this very moment. But eventually, you and Jethro broke apart, out of breath. He gave you one final peck on your lips before kissing your hair. “I’m sorry,” you heard him whisper before he took off. 

It was better this way. For you, at least. You could be safe and happy. 

Part 2 in progress... :) 

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'Apologies' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Apologies"

Chapter Summary : After spent some 'private moments' with Park, Bell is facing a nightmare......

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This night......this night has certainely became one of the best nights I'm living since I left my coma, after I was finally able to see & found Park again after 3 years. It's.....something else.....something that I didn't experience for like, ages. I think that this moment were awaited a lot by the both of us for a very long time....3 years.....I don't know how we were able to resist this far but tonight, it was done. We realized that we couldn't wait anymore as we are always working around to stop Perseus and even if our fight is important, we needed to do this.

I could finally discover for the first time how she was looking behind all of those clothes and to say, she was the most amazing woman to be with. Helen Park, the british MI6 spy.....was the most beautiful woman I have seen in my entire life. She is so fucking incredible ! She has maybe did bad things on me by lying about my state but the most important thing now is that I'm believing in her, I'm loving her.....and I want to stay with her for an large part of my life, I want to dream of that and if I die while fighting Perseus, she would have been there for me on my way to my redemption.

We spent at least 2 hours, finally enjoying ourselves where we kissed each other, admiring the other for minutes before starting all over again. To say, we had sex and it was incredible, pretty amazing before we finally decided to rest after letting our emotions express themselves during this time. I preferred to stay with her, wanting to sleep with her in my arms. After what we did, did I really wanted to go back in my room and sleep alone ? Hell no !

Drinking was never one of my things in my life but here I am, in my office in the Lubyanka, just taking a sip from a little glass filled with scotch and at the same time, I was having a cigarette between my fingers in the hand I had my glass. I was dressed in the same uniform as before and as always without any jacket and the top button of my shirt was removed. I could seen that we were in December 1980, especially the 27th.

Zasha wasn't here to work and I was looking sad, giving a look to everything around me, trying to understand why and how I'm here. On my office, there were reports of Perseus talking about Greenlight and by the look of it, I did get on my nerves as there were remarks on some reports : 'MURDERER' with a arrow pointing to Perseus name, 'ASSHOLE' pointing at Kadivar's name and 'DOUCHEBAG' on a strange name....'Stitch'. There were an big question mark pointed to someone called Sonya but I don't know why.

I was going to put some scotch inside my glass before the red phone that was on my desk start to ring but instead of picking it up, I let it ring until it stopped as I took another drink. I thought that it was doen but then, the phone rang again and I reluctantly agree to pick it up.

"Grigoriev...." I muttered in a lazy voice.

"Thanks, god ! Grigoriev, you're here !" It was the voice of a woman, sounding relieved that I took the phone

"Portnova ?" I said, recognizing the voice.....Zasha's love. "Is there something wrong ?"  I asked, keeping my voice lazy and....filled with alcohol.

"Yes, you need to come at Zed's place, they're having an panick attack !" She exclaimed, panicked.

"What ?" I raised my voice, getting up from my chair in an instant that goes behind me, hitting the wall.

"They need you real quick, they can't stop to think of you." She affirmed, her breath getting louder at the seconds.

"I'm coming as fast as I can !" I admitted before I hang up the phone.

I was starting to panick as I just learned that my best friend life was in danger before I took back control and act. I took a leather jacket that was on a coat hanger, grab my car keys and I immediately left my office, starting to run in the numerous Lubyanka hallways that was filled with guards at each corner to get to my car. They could have think that I was going crazy by seeing me running all around the place but I needed to save my friend. I even runned through the metals detectors, jumping between them as there were people in it.

I was too fast as the guards wanted to stop me because I did that before I finally reached my car and drove off the place to get to Zasha's appartment. I was really nervous on the wheel, getting myself angry each time something was blocking the way and after 5 longs minutes, I was able to arrive at the complex Zasha was living, parked my car in front of it before I runned straight inside. I get up the stairs in a lighting speed and then, I was at their door, knocking multiple times. The door finally opened after at least 3 louds knocks.

"Finally !" It was Portnova who opened the door, still breathing loudly.

"I made it as fast as possible." I exclaimed, letting me enter into the appartment and closing the door behind me. "Where's Zed ?" I asked clearly.

"In their bedroom." She replied and in a second, I started to walk rapidly towards their room and entering, discover Zasha on their bed, panicking and sweating, trying to catch their breath. "Zed !"

"Yirina....Yirina....Yirina." They started to move slowly, spreading their arms before I arrived next to them, taking them in my arms too.

"It's okay, I'm here." I affirmed, trying to recomfort them at my maximum, in my arms. "Stop panicking." I whispered, feeling them shaking.

"I can't, I can't." They then removed themselves from my arms, lying down on their bed as I decided to sit next to them, needing to control them.

"Where's Dedov ?" I asked, looking at the door as I didn't see him when I arrived in the appartment before I looked back to Zasha who were on the verge of crying. "Zed, where's Dedov ?" I asked again

"He left !" They replied and their voice they used broke me inside by hearing it. "I woke up this morning and to go wake him up like every day but he wasn't there."

"No....you can't be serious, right ?" I whispered.

"I looked everywhere : he left to me a letter saying he decided to left the country to go to England....to study at Oxford." They added, releasing a little tear from their right eye. "He want me to join him but Perseus is blocking me, he said that he had plans for me & Dedov. He left because of him too."

"Perseus...." I breathed, angered by this man name, clenching my left fist before I moved to clean up their tears as they started finally crying. "No....don't cry, please...." I then started to move to get them back in my arms.

"We're the bad guys, Yirina." They affirmed, crying in my shoudler. "Because of us, we have doomed Europe."

"No, Zed. We're gonna stop Perseus together !" I proclaimed, true in my words before I suddenly decided to move to get next to them on the bed, lying down on top of the blanket with them, starting to look at the ceilling. "How it's possible that I let myself stay in his organization instead of following a normal life ?"

"We could have fled for years....and we only think of it now." Zasha said as we were both our hands on our respectives chests.

"He lied to me for years and I just discovered it a week ago and instead of fleeing, I'm staying." Right now, we were both saying our own thoughts, realizing our own mistakes. "We're just now people that are trying to redeem themselves." I let myself my left hand between us, removing it from my chest. "We need to defect."

"You're right, we need to do this but we need a plan."  They told before I could feel their right hand going on top of my left hand and I wasn't taken aback by that. "Yirina ?"

"Mmhm ?" I looked at them with an very small grin and they were doing the same.

"If Freya wasn't there for you....if I didn't had Portnova, I think that I would have been with you...." They admitted and I could only offer a smile even if I wasn't so sure of it.

"I don't know...." I breathed, biting my lips.

"It's....it's okay if you didn't have the same view on me but I wanted to share it with you."  They added, giving me a good look.

"You're still my friend, Zed. I'm assuring you that." I smiled in return before I could feel something touching my legs, I looked at them to discover Beans, their cat, arriving slowly between us. "Hey, Beans !" I whispered, causing Beans to meow

"Come here, my little Beans." Zasha gently ordered, giving tap next to our joined hands and it meowed as he arrived to lay down exactly where they tapped. "That's a good cat." They said in a low voice, moving their hand to pat Beans head.

"It's good to see Beans recomforting you." I exclaimed as they were focused on Beans before I looked at them, putting my hand on their cheek, wanting to make them sure of something,

"Don't worry, we will get through this together !"

I suddenly woke up with a start in Park's bed, troubled by that memory I just had : seeing Zasha in a panick attack, giving me claims of what I told Freya during that memory in the Ural Mountains. We indeed stopped Perseus but....where's Zasha ? Where is Dedov ? Where is Portnova ? What happened between this date and the 13th of January 1981, the day Kadivar shot me on that airfield in Turkey ? They need to still be alive, they had to be and right now, I'm trying to find them all.

Currently, I wasn't feeling okay to go back to sleep right now. I awake at Park's sight, behind her as we were both naked....I could see a part of her back filled of some scars she has suffered back in North Korea, whipped and tortued. She explained it to me when I saw it for the first time and I was very touched by it. I was suddenly, feeling thirsty, needing to drink something. I decided to grab my clothes, putting only on me, my underwear, my bra and my shirt as it was more comfy. I checked the time very quickly : 4:10 AM.

I put them without making a noise, not wanting to awake Park who was sleeping peacefully and before leaving bed, I gave her behind her neck a little kiss and then, I slowly started to walk out of the room, knowing that I would be back in no time with her at her side. Quietly closing her door before I go down the stairs, only facing the silence that was invading the house but when I was down, I realized that someone was still up as the light in the kitchen was still turned on. I moved in it as I wanted to take a drink before I saw Sims, sitting on a chair, his pistol on the table and looking at it.

"Sims ?" I said, causing him to brutally move his head, been scared by my presence as I didn't make big noises to arrive in the room, he almost reached for his gun.

"Shit, you could have told me that it was you." He exclaimed, sounding scared as he was redressing himself on the chair. "I thought you were a viet-cong !"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there." I replied, moving next to a cupboard to grab a bottle of water that Wolf showed to us when we arrived here "And no, I'm not a Viet-cong or someone from the NVA." I scoffed and I wanted to go but I was wondering something so I decided to sit on a chair "You're looking troubled, Sims."

"Oh me, I'm pretty good." He looked at me with an smile, trying to joke but he was faking it, something was betraying him....his eyes. "Well, no....still got PTSD from Vietnam." He added, giving me his real look : sad and troubled.

"So, that's why you're not in your room ?" I asked and he slowly nodded to me, biting his lips in the process.

"There's sometimes that I don't have them and some where I have them back." He replied, adding to his nodding. "Been 16 years I'm facing that and somehow, I'm still thinking how I'm still alive and not dead with some of my brothers-in-arms in Vietnam."

"That war has changed many people, Sims." I said, getting myself into something I barely do and know, knowing that my memories with my 'best friend' Russell Adler is fake. "I'm not saying that's the same thing but sometimes, there's moment when I think why I didn't left Perseus."

"What do you mean ?" He asked, curious

"I never believed in Perseus ideas...never...I hated to work with him and now, I'm realizing that stopping him is the only way to redeem myself of what I have done for him." I replied, breathing by telling him the truth as he didn't know that at all. "I'm not an fanatic ex-Perseus agent, just someone that want to do the good around her."

"And that's what you did : you're a good person, you helped us to get to Solovetsky and you're helping us again even after Adler did to you." He admitted. Inside of me, I was thinking that everyone in the West was seeing me as a good person and it was making me feel good. "I think you're not doing this for Adler but for yourself and for those you believe in."

"Exactly." I expressed before I opened the bottle to drink a large part of it before looking back at him, still having his eyes on me. "What ?" I asked, in a low voice.

"You know, I'm sorry to have kinda avoided you back at that time three years ago." He responded, referring to him, avoiding as much to talk to me. "At first, I just saw you as a russian girl running around with my memories along with Adler's ones before I realized that day where Lazar talked to me about you, explaining your kindness." He added, feeling sorry in his voice

"Thanks." I whispered.....before I start to see Lazar in my head...suddenly, I was feeling to be the one to be sorry for. "I'm sorry too !"

"For ?" He raised an eyebrow

"Laz'....." I sniffed, holding back my tears "I saw him like a brother....and that day in Cuba, I wasn't so fast to save him." I could see Sims getting troubled, hearing me. "I know that you two were best friends and I'm feeling so sorry to not be able to save him." He didn't say anything at me, just grinning a little as he was crossing his arms. "I'm so fucking sorry, Sims !"

"It's okay, Yirina." He breathed, giving me a little smile and nodding slowly. "It wasn't your fault."

"This is what I want to say to myself but I can't." I explained to him, Lazar's death is in my hands, I should have been faster...

"Hey !" He started, putting his arms on the table. "Don't blame yourself, I'm pretty sure that Lazar is surely happy about you now and your choices." He then start to laugh "I'm pretty sure that he's happy to see you with Park." By hearing this, I almost choked myself with the remaining water of the bottle....did he learn of it and how ?

"Uhm....." I looked away in shame, blushing and trying to hide it. "Me & Park, it's just...."

"Yirina...." He cut me straight, giving me a look that could say 'I know and you know' "It's been 3 years that I know that : Lazar unintentionally told me about it." He told me, sure of his answer. "And to say, during almost 1 hour, I heard you both from the floor, saying each other's name almost loudly." He added, laughing about it. Damn, I didn't thought that we were this loud.

"Well.....okay, we're together but you're keeping it a secret ?" I asked, giving him a serious look, he nodded. "If someone know outside of you and Adler, she's gonna get fired from the MI6....and I will kill you both." I said, almost joking at the end, to appease him before I wanted to know something. "Is Wolf....aware ?"

"No." He shook his head "He left before you two start your things : he had to go recover the remaining materials we need to work with at the other side of the city and to have some intels on someone."

"What about Adler ?" I asked as we didn't know of their status.

"He has arrived in Irak with Mason, Woods and some others person that will help them in tracking down Rabalwi." He replied, looking at a satellite phone posed on the kitchen counter. "They already started to work, it will take them at least 3-4 days and maybe 5-6 days for us against Duvall." He added, giving me the details of their side.

"And then, we're all back to West-Berlin...." I rolled my eyes at thinking of it. "Glad to say that I'm in the New Orleans."

"You got lucky that Adler put the three of us in the US, I think you would have killed him if you had to stay a single day with him." He scoffed, taking a breath about it. "I think you should go back with Park, you're looking tired."

"I didn't talk about my past." I joked but anyway, I start to get up from my chair, putting the empty bottle in the trash bin of the kitchen "For real, you're right, I'm tired." I said

"Enjoy the rest." He exclaimed, smiling at me but there were something strange,

"You're staying here ?" I asked, seeing him not moving at all from his chair, he nodded.

"I want to take sometimes to think." He responded, removing his arms from the table to get comfy on his chair, back at the same position I found him but not the same face as before. "Good night, Yirina."

"Good night, Sims." I whispered before I left the kitchen, leaving him alone but inside of me, I would have like to help him to get some sleep. Instead, he preferred to stay in the kitchen, wanting to think and I knew that it was better to leave him in his thoughts, maybe good.

I was still a little troubled to know more about who was Lawrence Sims, the man I was supposed to be 'best friend' and where we were making 'a hell of a team' as described by Adler himself in that 'Fracture Jaw' memory. I was able to make some amends with him about some events and some things and I think it went well for us. I go up the stairs to join back Park's room and I entered it to find that Park was now facing my direction I was. I quickly moved to join her back.

"Yirina...." She said in a very low voice, her eyes narrowed to the max.

"It's okay, I'm here" I told her as I put myself back in the bed with her. "I had a little nightmare, I just wanted to have a drink, that's all." I then put a little kiss on her forehead, causing her to smile before I took her in my arms, to give her some heat and recomfort, thinking of a lot of things.....

"Don't worry....we will get through this.....together !"

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[text] Did you buy it?

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[text] I know it’s 3am, but come over and cook for me.

[text] Too lazy to booty call, so have this text instead

[text] Need to bury a body, it’s urgent.

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[text] It was an accident.

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[text] Please tell me you’re free today! I’ve got some big news today.

[text] Got a spare ticket, do you want to come?

[text] Do you have a spare mankini I can borrow?

[text] Is fancy dress allowed at the wedding?

[text] I was using my old baby blanket as a makeshift skirt because no pants

[text] We were banging then all I remember is coming down hard and smashing my top teeth off his forehead… I just rolled off and tapped out.

[text] Like alphabetically, I’d say a t?

[text] I’m sorry if throwing up in the back of your dad’s car ruined our friendship :(

[text] there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night singing karaoke and drink out of juice cartons. don’t judge me.

[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.

[text] Do you know where I am?

[text] My wedding is in 5 hours and I have no idea where I am. Help!

[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would get a piggy back ride home. I’ve never been so broken.

[text] Is “head down ass up” an appropriate way to say good morning?

[text] That is definitely not healthy, in fact I’m not sure it’s legal to send that sort of picture?

[text] There isn’t enough cookie dough ice cream at home, so I’ll be heartbroken tomorrow instead.

[text] Not sure if I took a nap or went to another dimension

[text] ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION! HE IS A TRIPLET, WE DONT NEED TO FIGHT OVER HIM WE CAN HAVE AN ORGY INSTEAD

[text] No no don’t leave me, who’s going to walk me home

[text] She wheeled me home in a trolley and sad she loved me, I think I win.

[text] My dick just got serenaded.

[text] I ate the whole wheel of cheese. Help.

[text] I’ve been hiding under the bed for the past 20 minutes, and now they’re getting into it and it’s a little too late for me to jump out and surprise them. So expect a live sex updates

[text] The fridge is fully stocked. I’m either hallucinating or this is a miracle

[text] I need you to help me clean the house because I have visitors in less than an hour???

[text] Your brother is at the front door- WHAT DO I SAY?!

[text] It’s all fun and games till someone says you’re so pretty they could punch you and they, you know, punch you

[text] I’m in A&E but I don’t really know why

[text] Went to bed with a 10, just about woke up with a 2 and a half

[text] I think I’m officially a homewrecker because his wife just walked in screaming and he said it’s not what it looks like. I mean what else could it look like? I wasn’t trimming his hairs with my mouth?!

[text] My night ended with me crying in a gutter, I hate you.

[text] He’s decorated the toilet with his urine. I never want to see him ever again, tell him he has 2 minutes to get out of our house.

[text] Don’t talk to me! You tried to trade me for a glass of wine and a cigarette!

[text] I promise I’ll get everyone to jelly wrestle with us xox

[text] I am armed with a crown, a sash and a bouquet of flowers. Don’t test me.

[text] I think I got married last night?

[text] I think I got married on impulse last night… and after looking a second time, I don’t think i’ve made any mistakes.

[text] My mouth tastes like poor choices

[text] I didn’t let go of the mechanical bull, but they had to pull me off because… it was rough just the way I like it and I think that showed?

[text] If I say it was accidental you’ll just say I’m lying

[text] There is an alarming amount of glitter in my… everywhere

[text] You’re my hero

[text] You’re the worst thing to ever happen to me, thank you

[text] Have you ever had a good idea in your life?

[text] Are we going to end up in the hospital again?

[text] It’s not a good night if I don’t end up crying into your mother’s lap.

[text] Mark my words, your dad will be my sugar daddy, he’ll marry me and you’ll have to call me momma bear and I will interrupt your sex life with condoms and condiments.

[text] I’m may be allergic to nuts, but not his.

[text] She high fived me out of pity

[text] You walked in wearing nothing but a beekeeper mask

[text] You just walked in, rated their performance, dragged in three other people to clap for them, then walked back out.

[text] You kept calling me baby Jesus and trying to see what wise men had to say about my hair…

[text] I am a responsible adult. I tied up my hair before I puked

[text] I am a responsible adult, I brought home a lost kitten and let it shit in your room

[text] I accidentally talked myself into a threesome, when did I become so smooth?

[text] It may or may not have been your sister…

[text] It may or may not have been your brother…

[text] If you’re not coming over with food, don’t come over at all

[text] Call me and get me out of this conversation NOW. My co-worker is talking to me about her birds having sex again…

[text] IM NOT TALKING TO YOU UNTIL YOU MAKE A PROCLAMATION YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN TACOS

[text] Buy me a helicopter, I will give you the last slice of pizza. pls. this is important. okay maybe the crust?

[text] Let’s never forget the time I met you while you were running down the street naked and in handcuffs.

[text] I tried to put lipstick on my eyeballs, help.

[text] I told her my cum counts as protein shake and she sent a text to my gran saying I ate her cat.

[text] If you don’t fuck me hard, rough, and senseless the minute we’re alone in your room, I’m returning you to the boyfriend store

[text] I accidentally sexted your mum, I’m sorry xox

[text] There can only be one screw up per family and I was here first. Get your shit together bro

[text] I feel like you’re pretending I didn’t bail you out of jail last night for trying to staple a cushion to the top of their car so you had a “comfy place to sit”

[text] You climbed the fence and then started crying because you were scared of hamsters, I really don’t know what you took, but you need a babysitter.

[text]  I wish we could all take a bath together. Not in a “let’s fuck” way. But in a relaxing drunk in the tub sort of “let me wash your hair” way.

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Chapter 15: Trickster Treats (Loki X OFC Pairing)

"You know, not that I'm complaining here, but you don't have to bribe me with chocolate chip pumpkin pancakes and pumpkin spice latte, as much as I missed those breakfast foods this time of year," I assured my best friend in the whole fucking multiverse.

"You have no idea how fucking bored I've been since you went MIA, I tried making new friends honest, but you of all people know how hard that is."

"Even in Salem where the weird are welcomed?" I asked.

Zari just nodded while shoveling crispy strips of freshly made bacon onto my already full plate. "I also think you need this, I know you don't extensively need to eat being dead and all but how the hell else do you recharge after kicking terrorist ass?"

"Mischievous magical sex certainly helps," I chirped.

"Is that why he hasn't come down for food like you did?" she asked, jerking her head toward the guest room we stayed in.

"Not as much as usual actually, we were both just tired and needed company over intimacy. Asgardians are fucking addicting, pun intended."

"Let's hope he doesn't wish he knew how to quit you," she teased.

I scoffed and shoveled more food into my mouth. "He aint never had it this good, the best thing about necrophilia is the dead can't say no."

"Jesus, woman, still with the dead jokes after all this time?"

"Always," I replied smoothly.

"So what should we do today while I got you?" she asked excitedly.

"Like you said, I gotta recharge and then I gotta celebrate properly since I missed out so many times, too many really, it's a good thing I got out before I missed it this year or I'd be seriously depressed."

"You're only really alive during this time of the year despite the veil between worlds being so thin and your death powers being strongest then, irony that is. So what was it like being in the Avengers company?"

"Kinda boring when I wasn't actively shagging the only other person on house arrest there, I'm not terribly into new state of the art tech Tony's all about. I mean yeah it looks cool and shit but like I've no idea how to use the majority of it."

"It did take forever for you to get a smartphone when the rest of the first world had been through like 5 at least."

"That was partially because I was under the impression I couldn't afford one or didn't need that much stuff just to contact people."

She rolled her eyes at me and scoffed. "Whatever, Ms. Slide to Text Not Smart Phone."

"Call me what you want but whenever I dropped that phone, the worst that happened was the battery popping out, let's see you drop a smartphone any height without a protective cover and see if it even works after that."

"Get with the times, woman!"

"Don't wanna!" I retorted and crossed my arms in a pretend pout.

"How the hell does Loki put up with you really?"

"I already told you, copious amounts of kinky and experimental sex, keep up."

"What about sex?" a familiar smooth accented voice interrupted.

We both turned to see a groggy looking Loki that shifted into his mortal form Tom seamlessly, a hand combing through his short sandy curls and a lazy smile tugging at his lips upon setting his eyes on me. "Zari wants to know why you put up with me."

"Put up with? Why would it be a chore to be with you?"

"My thoughts exactly. See, Zari, it's not me, it's you," I taunted.

"Shut up and eat your damn pancakes," she demanded.

"So orange is for the pumpkins everyone picks and carves into what you then call Jacko Lanterns, black is for the night of the holiday and the darkness and death that comes after the season more or less, white is for the spirits free to roam about, what about purple, I know I've seen some of that mixed in as well as green," Loki commented while we raided some more tourist stores full of holiday goodies.

"Purple seems to come out more in kid friendly type decor or even dare I say glitsy stuff I'd rather not. Green's also a bit kiddish but it also goes with the monsters and other characters people tend to dress as for the occasion," I explained, sifting through the sweatshirts that all had Salem something or other on it.

"And what's the most common costumes?"

"Well I mean every year there's always a select group of costumes that's all the rage of that year, like maybe Tony did something wicked awesome the world knows about so everyone's gotta be Iron Man that year, but then there's also something for the girls that's excessively popular but at a certain age or older it's gotta be either slutty or some other form of sexy because that's society in a nutshell. Dudes can be anything but chicks are just breathing sex dolls."

"That's disgusting, why didn't you people let me destroy New York when I had the chance?"

"What do you mean 'you people'?" I asked suspiciously. "You know how I feel about that city."

Loki picked up a rather cute looking scarf that of course was green and wrapped it around his neck then turned to me. "What do you think?"

"Lay off the green or go back to your real form, you can't have it both ways, even I know that and I never go undercover."

He scowled at my logic as he had made a habit of by now but put it back all the same and chose an orange one with black skulls instead. "As a child then, to your knowledge and not society's, what were the most popular costumes of choice?"

"I think even before I came into existence, the classic ones were: witch, ghost, devil, clown, cat, skeleton...those ones at least. They were the easiest to make as well if you didn't have the money or time to buy one and the economy has always been shit. Oh and there was the Grim Reaper of course, how could I forget that?"

"That was your first costume, wasn't it?"

"Nah." I smiled. "I don't remember much before I died, no faces or names or anyone really but I do know I was a witch...glad I can remember that much of my childhood. Ghost was the absolute easiest fucking costume to make but witch was the bees knees for me."

"What made a ghost costume?"

"Oh just find any old white or offwhite bedsheet that didn't drag too much on the ground or you'd probably trip over it half the time you're trick or treating, cut two holes for your eyes, boom done, you're a ghost, I sheet you not."

"Zari warned me you were fond of bad jokes and puns, I found them amusing but now I'm sort of wary."

It was my turn to scowl at this, he seemed to enjoy my wordplay till she had to ruin it. "She and I are gonna have words later about that, ruining my fun when I just got here." I snagged a comfy looking black and orange hoodie with a cute witch pun on it to purchase and snagged Loki's scarf as well to pay myself despite his protests. "Shush, Zari gave us spending cash since we want to stay under the radar and cards will fuck us over that way."

"I know but I wanted to pay for it myself," he insisted.

"Listen, this city is all about my favorite holiday and said holiday only has one law, trick or treat and since you are the master of tricks here, if you want anything in this city, it'll be my treat."

He opened his mouth to argue a few times before deciding he wasn't going to win what I thought was a smooth as fuck reply that should also be bulletproof too. "Fine. Well played."

"Jolly good, and thanks, been known to happen. How long do you think we'll have before we're found by either party?"

"Stark will hopefully find us first, I'd rather not be locked up again, I'm sure you agree there. As to how long...a few days give or take with his resources. Worried, love?"

"Something occurred to me just now. While this is my turf and I'm nigh unstoppable here, I don't want the other agents coming here and sullying my slice of heaven or Valhalla in your case and that's what they'll do, they're a plague, spreading and destroying everything they come in contact with."

"I can understand that, that's what I felt with Asgard before it went down in flames. What would you have us do then?"

"I don't want them here, but I still need to sort out the traitors, there's gotta be more than the two I saw there at the base. I'm also tired of being targetted, that's the reason I left the country in the first place and literally the second I come back before I can even touch native soil, I'm back to being wanted by the wrong people. This country sucks."

"The Avengers have already tried many times to nip it in the bud as you Midgardians would say. I'm willing to bet there's several more hidden bases off the radar we won't be able to find ourselves unless they want us too."

"What are you saying?"

"We won't be able to rid them of the world unfortunately, they've been around since 1940s at least and don't plan on retiring despite their old age. Although...what did you say about getting rid of certain household arachnids earlier on?"

I blinked and wracked my memory, wondering where he was going with his musings before it dawned on me and a wide wicked grin spread across my face. "If you can't kill em, make em wish they never came in. What do you know, you can teach an old god new tricks."

His smirk from pulling a page out of my own book went back into an unamused though half hearted glare at my last bit. "You're lucky I don't know how to quit you."

And once more I was the one scowling again. "You wouldn't survive the withdrawals, I'm a fever you can't sweat out. Also, it's rude to spy on other people's conversations. That's classified information you don't have clearance for."

"I'm a god, I have clearance for everything, silly woman."

"Eventually that card will expire that you keep pulling," I muttered, tugging him out of the shop and onto another while pulling on my new hoodie.

Outside in the heart of Salem, the cobblestone streets were damn near packed like Mardi Gras  in the South, street vendors everywhere, tourists and people that just bloody love the upcoming holiday getting it while it was there. The park across the street from all the chaos was busy with fair rides and games for the kiddos, fried dough, candy apples and fresh apple cider as fair food. This was my home, my heaven, if I died for good then and there, I'd regret nothing because I'd already be in heaven and there was no telling what kind of afterlife I was in for. The air was crisp and smelled of hay rides and apples and I couldn't remember a time I was more in love than I was then. I pulled Loki out of the crowded street and into a side alley between shops, grabbed him by his cute new scarf and snogged him passionately. Even in human form I couldn't get enough of him, would you blame me? He cupped the side of my face once we pulled away and studied me almost tenderly.

"This will be our place," he murmured. "Not Stark's, not the Avengers, not Hydra's. I've already watched one place I love go down in flames and I've already lost one woman I love fall before that even happened, I won't let either of which happen again, not while I'm still breathing. I swear it on my life. We can't let them near this but we can't run from them either, so we'll take the fight to them or die trying."

"Well, you might die, I'm already there but yes, I concur. First we enjoy our mini vacation, then we raise some hell and all the damned that comes with it. To mischief, to merriment, to manslaughter!"

[marvels-writings]

Hello :) Can you write a Carol x R imagine where the two are dating/in love w/ each other but apparently neither of them has realized it yet. The other Avengers/Fury/Shield/even some of the public are all like "the two of you need to get married already!" They already spend a lot of time together, go out on "friend" dates, are overprotective of one another, get jealous if someone flirts with the other, kiss/make out- which is only "friendly" or happens when they're tipsy/drunk etc

A/N: Interesting, very interesting ;)

"the two of you need to get married already!" Tony yelled from the outside your door, you turned around to glare at him, the clothes still in front of you. Carol also turned to glare at him, her face matching your pink face. 

This was only the 29th time today someone had said the two of you should get together, it was almost a daily routine at one point. You loved Carol, and Carol loved you, just not in a romantic way. Though, the flirting would say otherwise. 

“Fuck off Tony!” You yelled after him as he walked away, you rolled your eyes with a slight blush and picked up the more skimpier gold and army green dress with cutouts rather than the simple brown one. 

“Definitely this one.” You stated with a grin, Carol frowned slightly. 

The two of you were getting ready for one of Tony’s galas together, there were vague plans to go over to Carol’s favorite bar after if no one was drunk yet. But as always, Carol couldn’t decide what to wear and asked you. 

“But the brown one looks so comfy.” Carol whined, reaching out for the brown one only for you to swat her hands away. 

“Gorgeous and stunning,” You began, raising the gold and army green dress. “Or just pretty Captain Danvers?” You raised an eyebrow, Carol muttered something and took the army green dress and went into the bathroom to change. 

You frowned as you decided what to wear, eventually deciding on a stunning fav/color dress with golden jewelry to match Carol’s. Shrugging, you decided to put it on while Carol was changing in your bathroom. You managed to get into the dress alright, the zipper on the back wouldn’t budge, you struggled with it just as Carol came out of the bathroom. 

The dress looked absolutely stunning on her, much better than it did on the Macy’s mannequin. It was a body con, crepe material with cutouts on the sides just above her belly button. The cutouts as well as the sides were surrounded by embroidered golden rose patterns. 

“How does it look?” Carol asked timidly, pulling the dress down slightly and fidgeting with the cutouts. 

“Stunning,” You said, almost breathless, Carol blushed slightly at the compliment and thanked you before picking up the jewelry you had lent her. “Hey can you help me out here?”

“What’s up?” Carol asked, setting down the jewelry and turning around to find your entire upper back exposed by the zipper. You quickly answered you needed help with the zipper, your hands still on the zipper trying to get it up. 

“Uh, um, okay.” Carol answered, swatting your hands away before trying to pull it up. She saw the tension fade from your shoulders, you were completely relaxed in her presence. Carol tried to pull it up but the zipper came off in her hand. 

“Any minute now.” You quipped, shifting your weight slightly. 

“Uh, it broke.” Carol confessed, before you could turn around and probably scold her she cut you off. “Lemme try something though.” You grumbled a fine and stayed standing. 

Carol gently slid her finger next to your back, trying to manually pull the zipper up. It wasn’t working, she could feel the tension in your back from the sudden touch. Carol smirked and warmed up her fingers, hoping to get the zipper loose. 

You gasped slightly from the sudden heat along your spine, sending tingles everywhere before you felt the zipper being pulled up, the heat traveling all the way up to your neck, you shivered slightly as Carol took her hand away from your neck. 

“Cold?” Carol asked innocently, you smacked her arm jokingly and rolled your eyes, then sat down on the bed across from her trying to get your jewelry on. 

Carol couldn’t stop staring at you, the dress was also body con, fav/color cotton and polyester with black velvet patterns adorning every inch of it. It was strapless and almost backless, the top revealed a bit more of your cleavage than most of the dresses you wore did. 

“Need help?” You asked after finishing getting on all of your black and gold jewelry. Carol nodded slightly, oblivious to the question you had asked. She handed you the necklace though, it was almost a ritual for you to put on her makeup and jewelry and she wasn’t planning to end up.

“You really need to start getting these on yourself.” You retorted, picking up the earring and gently reaching one hand up to her earlobe while putting the earring on. 

“And miss out on this private care?” Carol joked, swallowing hard to prevent herself from blushing. “I don’t think so.” You rolled your eyes and told her to stay still. 

Carol’s breathing hitched slightly when you touched her but said nothing, instead focusing on your gentle touch on her ears. You got on the earrings in no time, the necklace had a slightly different, well, weirder clasp on it. 

“This might take a minute.” You muttered, leaning closer to her neck to see the clasp better, your breath on Carol’s neck. 

“And here you were telling me to do this myself.” Carol retorted, swinging her hair over her shoulder so you could see better, she heard, no, felt your breath hitch on her neck and smirked. 

You rolled your eyes and leaned in a little closer, nose mere inches away from her neck as you couldn’t help but stare at her neck and back. She was slouching, in front of everyone else she had this perfect posture but around you, she slouched and let herself just be Carol, instead of Captain Marvel. 

You sighed heavily when you got the clasp done, smirking at Carol’s shiver at the action before pulling away, gently patting her shoulder and ‘accidentally’ brushing her neck while doing so, drawing another shiver. 

“You two seriously need to date.” Natasha commented from the doorway, wearing a dress similar to yours but much more revealing and in a blood red shade, her hair and makeup was done heavily, showing off her features and emerald green eyes. 

“I swear that’s the thirtieth time I’ve heard that today!” You groaned, sitting in front of the mirror with your makeup set as Carol waited. 

“I wonder why,” Nat muttered, then came inside and helped you put the makeup on. 

“You counted?” Carol asked, trying to take her attention away from how Natasha was constantly touching your face while putting your makeup on. 

“You didn’t?” You joked before Nat chastised you to stay still. 

“We have 15 minutes left.” Nat stated after finishing your makeup, she had given you a fairly natural look, similar to the one you usually had but she emphasized your features much more than you did, and put on a shade of lipstick the same color as her dress, making Carol burn with jealousy but at the same time, it made you look just that much more attractive. 

“We’ll be there.” Carol answered, practically telling Natasha to go away. She smirked and took the hint, bidding the two of you goodbyes before heading out. Carol knew the two of you were just friends, but still, it made her blood boil to have anyone touch you. 

“Someone’s  overprotective.” You dang jokingly, making your way over to Carol with your makeup set in your hand. 

Carol shrugged and didn’t answer as you started doing her makeup, giving her a Smokey eye look and golden everywhere. Doing her makeup was almost a bit awkward this time, she kept staring at you instead of joking or anything else. 

“Nat was right you guys need to get together.” Tony commented from the doorway as you finished putting Carol’s makeup on. You groaned. “I know, thirty first time right, but we have got to get started, you guys take the Audi, we’re all carpooling in the others.”

Tony threw you the keys and left. This was the fifth gala he had tried to set you up withCarol by making sure the two of you got maximum Time alone, and carol couldn’t be more oblivious.

“Well, we better go.” You stated, walking out the door with Carol, elbow locked with hers, causing more whistles.

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“This is more boring that any of the other ones.” You stated, plopping down next to Carol on one of the couches. Carol nodded and sat next to you.

“Least we can do is drink.” She answered, taking to glasses of neat whiskey from one of the waiters, handing one glass to you.

“Whiskey isn’t really my thing,” you said, setting the glass down on the coffee table and calling over one of the waiters carrying fav/alcoholic/drink. “Plus you can’t get drunk anyway.”

True, but Thor gave me two flasks with some really strong asgardian stuff in it.” Carol answered, pouring a few drops from the flask into the whiskey. “Mm perfect.” She praises, sipping it.

The two of you chatted over random things, mostly making fun of all other people at this stupid gala. A few random girls came over with drinks for the two of you, you looked at carol and Carol shrugged before giving one of the girls a beaming smile and accepting the drink, you mirrored her actions, scooting closer to all the while.

After about half an hour, the two of you were squished against each other by trying to get away from them but the two of you loved the attention. You were starting to get a bit nervous from one of the girls and sipped your drink while almost glaring at her. It was then you noticed one of the girls carol was flirting with her a little too close and slide a hand up her thigh, Carol suddenly squeezed your hand, you knew carol had a much shorter temper than you and decided to deal with it yourself.

“Back off.” You said sternly, squeezing carols hand back. Carol shot you a quick grateful smile before returning her attention back to the girl. 

“And you are?” She spat, sipping Carol’s drink. 

“Hi, I’m y/n, y/n l/n and it’s delightful to meet you.” You said sarcastically reaching a hand out for an unreturned handshake before continuing. “Unfortunately, Carol here isn’t as delighted by your presence so could you please leave her alone.” The girls flirting with you laughed harder than they needed to at your sarcasm. 

The girl flared at you and got up, swaying her hips more than necessary to try to get Carol to chase after her, which she thankfully didn’t. You returned your attention back to the girls flirting with you, beaming at them once in a while and accidentally making Carol jealous.

You noticed when she let go of your hand and stomped offC leaving you surrounded by a bunch of flirtatious and yet rather pretty girls you didn’t know. 

“Excuse me ladies.” You said politely, a few of them waved at you before I at you before involving themselves in a conversation you didn’t really care for.

“Carol! Wait!” You yelled after her, trying your best to run in stilettos after her, somehow she was much faster than you at running in high heels than you were. She didn’t stop but you managed to finally catch up with her grabbing her wrist and forcing her to stop the best you could. 

“What do you want y/n?” She demanded, turning to face you, anger and jealousy written all over her face. You could feel her hand heating up but you held her there, trying not to make a scene at the entrance of Tony’s gala.

“Be with you.” You answered quickly, her hand was heating up a bit too fast. 

“Hmm I’m pretty sure all of the other apparently gorgeous girls are waiting for you back there.” Carol commented angrily, struggling slightly against your grip. 

“Do you really think I care about them?” You asked, Carol shrugged as her hands heated up more. “Damn.” You hissed, pulling your red, almost blistering hand away. You didn’t look at your hand, instead up at Carol whose face expressed more guilt than you’ve ever felt in your life. 

“I’m sorry, are you okay?” Carol asked timidly, irritation almost gone from her voice. 

“I’m fine, you didn’t hurt me.” You assured her, then held the doorknob closed, effectively trapping Carol between the door and you. “Look, I’m sorry for giving a bunch of random girls attention instead of you, tell you what, let’s ditch this stupid gala and go to that bar you like in Tony’s car.”

“Spicy,” Carol joked, a smile on her face and you knew you were forgiven. You opened the doorknob, leading Carol out of the gala. 

“Oh they are definitely going to end up dating today.” Clint commented, sipping his drink.

“You said that last week.” Maria added. 

“They kissed.”

“‘Only to get away from the bad guys’ as y/n puts it.” Natasha said. 

“It looked too intense for that.” Tony retorted. 

“You were watching?” Pepper asked, watching the two of you head out. 

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“Carol I swear the last time we did shots I ended up too drunk to walk.” You whined, leaning back against the stool at Carol’s favorite bar the city. It was fairly large to be honest, you were a bit overdressed but there were definitely people more overdressed than you. 

“You won’t this time I promise.” Carol assured you, nudging the tequila your way. 

“Fine,” You grumbled, watching Carol add some liquid from the flask into her drink before taking shots, repeating the action 2 times before you were almost drunk. You had enough to drown out all of your anxiety but any more would make you too wasted. 

You settled for talking at the bar with Carol, until some creepy overdressed guy came over and started flirting with you. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and inched away, only for him to slide a hand up your thigh. 

Carol grabbed his wrist from across you, you leaned back on instinct as Carol slammed his hand on the counter forcefully, breaking one of the glasses in doing so. He said he would sue her, she shrugged and made sure he had a few more shots to forget before leaving him drunk at the bar. 

“That was hot.” You joked, sipping some water thoughtfully as Carol sat down after making him chug vodka. She paid for the two of you and thanked the bartender for cleaning up. A song you didn’t know came up, it had a really slow beat, a lot of the dance floor paired up and slow danced. 

“I love this song, we have to go dance.” Carol said excitedly, getting off her chair and grabbing your wrist before dragging you over to the dance floor, leaving you no time to answer. 

“I don’t really dance.” You commented after Carol dragged you to the center of the dance floor. 

“C’mon, you taught me how to.” Carol said, sliding one arm around your waist and joining your hands and holding them up with her other hand. You sighed and put your hand on her shoulder, looking into Carol’s eyes. 

Her hazel eyes reflected all of the neon lights in such a way it made them look like they had a whole different, beautiful world in them. You smiled at her and leaned up to peck her cheek, making her blush. You decided then and there, you were in love with her, and you were probably the last person to find out. 

“I love you.” You confessed, looking up at Carol intensely. Her heart melted as she gave you a soft smile, thinking you meant it platonically. 

“I love you too.” Carol whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead. 

“No, not in that sense.” You muttered, trying to find a proper way to explain as Carol frowned down at you. “In the way that Tony loves Pepper, or in the way that, damn I can’t think of another romantic couple we know.” You muttered, trying to think of another couple and ignoring Carol’s shocked face, a tear slipped down her cheek, she couldn’t help it. 

She had loved you, romantically ever since you stated she was your best friend, she knew she loved you whenever you were with her basically. Any time you cared for her, the way you treated her, she knew you were the one when you found out about her Kree past and instead of treating her like a monster, compared her to Darth Vader but quickly apologized, realizing that was insensitive and hugged her, terrified you’d hurt her. 

Carol had always thought her love was unrequited, so she settled for being best friends. It was the closest to you she could get without messing anything up. 

“I still love you too.” Carol answered, grinning at you. You frowned and caught her tear with the hand which was previously on her shoulder. 

“Then why are you crying?” You questioned innocently, frowning at the tear before looking up at her. 

“Because a few minutes ago, I was in love with someone who didn’t love me back,” Carol explained, her grin growing all the while. “Now, I’m in love with someone who loves me back.”

You grinned and leaned up to kiss her on the lips, like you had wanted to for some time. Carol kissed you back feverishly, hand letting go of yours and embedding itself in your hair. Your hands wrapped around her neck, pulling your bodies together as close as you could. 

Carol’s lips tasted like whiskey and whatever liquid Thor had given her and the lipstick you’d lended her. You kissed her until you couldn’t breathe anymore, then leaning her head on her shoulder and swaying as she rested her head on top of yours. 

“I’m so happy you’re mine.” You whispered against her neck, kissing it softly before pulling away and facing her, the neon lights lighting up Carol’s face beautifully. 

“I was always yours.” Carol whispered back, pecking your lips as the two of you continued to dance the entire night.

A/N: This took me almost an HOUR, jesus christ. This was hardly what the anon wanted but i spent too long to delete it so it might be kinda bad.

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[skymoonandstardust]

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 ,  chapter 3

Chapter 4

An: sorry this one is short. Haz and reader finally meet though, so that’s something! next part will be longer, i promise. 

Burning. Scorching pain was all Harrison felt. His heart was pounding, either from the terror filled dream he had just left or from the pain, he couldn't tell. Someone was groaning somewhere in the room and It took him a second to realize it was him.

From the sterile smell of chemicals in the air and the very medical looking try beside his bed the part of Harrison that was conscious and sane realized he was in some kind of hospital.

But where? . .this obviously isn't Asgard.

Squeezing his eyes shut he tried to conjure any memories of what had happened and how he got here. . .but there wasn't much. Just a disjointed image of the throne room full of gods laughing and cheering at him, then a pain between his shoulder blades and blackness. 

It makes no sense! . . .but I have bigger things to worry about.

Frantically his eyes roved the room, trying desperately to see anything that could tell him where he was but there wasn't much there either. He could see a blank black rocky wall that suggested somewhere underground, but that didn't tell him a lot. It could still be nearly any of the nine world's and the bookcase full of books wasn't very useful. Mostly because the spines were too far away to detect what language they were written in. 

Suddenly Harrison heard steps approaching.  Without even thinking he surveyed his surroundings again and once more came up with nothing.

Not a single thing in reach to help me defend myself. Just my luck. 

A second of thought did away with the possibility of pretending to sleep. Whoever it was had obviously heard him so there was no use faking. The only thing to do was to wait and meet whoever was coming. 

A gorgeous lady in a midnight black dress rounded the corner. The dark crown glinting on her head kept him from making the mistake of Calling her a nurse or matron, but he hardly noticed it. The fact that she looked half dead was more than a bit distracting.

Next to her E/C eye a dull lifeless white one glimmered and the one side of her body looked blackened as though it was dead and rotting away before his eyes.

Harrison tried to keep the horror out of his eyes and not flinch away but he saw in her face that she had seen it anyway, seen it and accepted it as though it was to be expected and she got it everyday.

Probably because she does, you twat.

He immediately felt guilty and looked down, pretending to nod in greeting, masking his regret as a sign of respect.

"My lady." 

She nodded back, lips still pursed.

"Your highness. We are honored to have you with us."

"Thank you," Harrison shifted and cleared his throat, "but where exactly is here? Do you know what happened?"

"I don't. All I know is that my border guard found you and brought you to me as you are, and I was hoping you could tell me why you're down here."

She sank down in a chair with a sigh. "But of course it wouldn't be that easy.He'd make sure it wasn't." 

She seemed to be talking more to herself than to him, but Harrison spoke up anyway. 

"Him? Him, who?"

The Queen went on like she hadn't heard him.

"I can at least tell you where you are though. You died somehow and came to my realm, Helheim."

It suddenly seemed like there was no air in the room. 

"H-helheim. So you must be?" 

Hel nodded, her face screwing up in even more displeasure before she stood and gave him a mocking curtsey that seemed to make more fun of herself than of Harrison.

"Yes I'm Hel, daughter of Loki and the giantess Angerboda and ruler of the Underworld. Welcome."

"Thanks." Harrison chuckled dryly. "I feel all comfy and cozy now." 

Her lip lifted slightly, letting a smile flicker across her face for a second before it was gone and she was examining him intently, as though he was an interesting pile of bones or the next person on her torture list and she was deciding how to play with him. 

"You seem to be taking this very well, Odinson." 

Harrison raised an eyebrow. "And you thought I'd be cowering and weak? Is that how you wanted me?”

The instant the words were out he knew he'd made a mistake. The pain and anger in her eyes hurt him more than his wound ever had as she stared him down with her unnerving mismatched eyes, lips pressed into the grimmest line yet. 

"I am not my father."

Harrison felt the need to point out that wasn't really an answer but, it was answer enough for him so he just nodded awkwardly again and risked a glance at her. 

"I know, my apologies. You're not Loki any more than I'm Odin."

The few stringy H/C hairs bounced with the full luscious locks on the other side. 

The silence dragged on as Harrison found himself examining her again. Try as he might, Harrison couldn't get over her appearance. Half of the queen’s face was flawless skin, gorgeous H/C hair and a deeply stunning E/C eye. If he had seen only that side facing him he would have thought without doubt that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and cower. . . obviously the inheritance of her father, Loki, who was indisputably handsome among the gods.

The other side made her seem like an exhumed body.  Blackened wrinkled rotting flesh led him up till he was gazing once more into the lifeless glazed white eye. Only a few of the H/C hairs cling on stubbornly, as though they refused to be decomposed with the rest. 

I have no idea which side is worse. . .

 Hel cleared her throat and spoke suddenly.

"You will find that you are well known and loved here as you were everywhere else. We are honored to have you. So, as Asgard and Midgard grieve, we will hold a celebration for your arrival. As soon as you are well enough for it, I will hold a feast in your honor to welcome you properly."

Harrison's mind started racing and his brow furrowed. Unfortunately his confusion didn't go unnoticed.

Hel's forehead furrowed as she looked at him

"What's wrong? You're not pleased with that?"

 "What? No! thank you, I'm glad to hear that and eagerly looking forward to it. . . But, I'm. I'm just--surprised.

"Why?" 

Her half blank stare bored into his blue eyes, clearly issuing a challenge.

She wants me to say it. Fine, I will. Nothing less than she deserves after everything.

"Well it's just. . .my father was the one to condemn your brothers. He sent you here. So. . ." He trailed off, not quite sure how to end and not daring to say the words.

"So you would expect me to torture you for all eternity sooner than honor you and give you comfort."

Harrison tried to speak but really, what words could he say after that? It was true, but she seemed to be expecting an answer anyway so he simply nodded.

"As you said, you are not Odin, and I am not Loki."

Hel stood, nodded to him once more and walked off without waiting for another word, and Harrison found himself staring after her.

Yes, I think I'm beginning to understand that. . .

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