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jeonginsdiary · 2 years

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can I request for a lee!hueningkai and lee!Yeonjun with the rest of the members as lers? So I had an idea yesterday, imagine that one of them gets tickled lightly by only 1 ler, while the other lee gets wreck by the 2 other lers.

only the one getting lightly tickled can say “switch”, which will have the one getting lightly tickled by one ler, get wrecked by the 2 other lers and vice versa

it’s kinda like a loyalty game, the lee that’s only getting lightly tickled could just leave the other to get wrecked and never say “switch”, and then the one getting wrecked could inspire pity and the three lers just gang up on the betrayer and the scenarios are endless XD

ofc, you can change the roles for each members, and if there are too many characters then you’re free to change the request <3

thank you!

Okay so I think I understand the concept of this one!

I apologize if what I wrote wasn’t the plot you were expecting but i’ll try to write it based off of what I think you mean!

[I’m literally writing the first half of this on my way to dance class HAHAHA]

Lee: Huening Kai

Lee: Yeonjun

Ler: TxT

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Fun and Games

It had been a hectic day for TxT.. They had a break from performing and they were definitely using that to there advantage. The members were spending ALL day playing games with each other as they bonded. The majority of their games were just stuff that came to mind like hide and seek, tag, board games, etc. Eventually, the members felt like they had played it all. The group sat slumped on the couch, unsure of what they should do next. “Ugh, i’m so bored!” Said a frustrated Yeonjun, who playfully laid his whole body on top of Soobin. “Yah! Get off of me!” grumbled a frustrated yet evil Soobin as he poked Yeonjun’s sides. “Wahahait stohop!” Yeonjun giggled as he fell off of the younger. “You know, hasn’t Yeonjun been annoying us for like a week straight now?” Soobin said while mercilessly squeezing his hyungs stomach, resulting in screams mixed with laughs as Yeonjun desperately tried to escape.

These kind of things happened so much between the members that the rest of them already knew what Soobin was implying. “Hmm, I suppose so..” Replied a smiley Beomgyu who climbed on top of the struggling Yeonjun while Soobin yanked the others arms up, completely exposing his torso. “WAIT WAIT GUYS!” Yelled a distressed Yeonjun who attempted pulling his arms down only to be met with teases of how he “couldn’t get away”. “AHH DON’T!” Screamed the poor boy as he watched Taehyun stretch his fingers towards his upper ribs, a pretty bad spot for Yeonjun. Taehyun being as evil as he is, slowed his fingers down so he was reaching towards the olders ribs ever so slowly. Yeonjun tried wiggling his body the other way, failing miserably as Taehyun’s hands just came closer and closer. All three of them just laughed at Yeonjuns begging before Taehyun buried his hands deep into the olders upper ribs, resulting in a loud scream from the older who was now laughing hysterically. “STAHAHAP! HEHELP MEHE HYUKA!” Begged the boy as he directed his eyes towards the maknae. Huening Kai just sat there, a million thoughts going through his head. Should he help Yeonjun? Or should he help his hyungs wreck Yeonjun? “Come on Kai~ Help us!” Said an overjoyed Beomgyu as he wiggled his fingers on the olders stomach. “NOHO HELP MEHEHE!” Yeonjun retorted, hoping that he sounded at least a bit intimidating.

Eventually, the maknae decided to help Yeonjun. Why? Because he had been tickled well over a thousand times by his hyungs and he knew how bad it was. Hyuka still sat frozen on the couch, thinking of his master plan. He settled on a classic scheme, trying to tickle another member to get them to fall off of Yeonjun. He went with Soobin, who was pretty ticklish, making Hyuka believe it would be more effective. Kai then proceeded to stand up and walk over to the group, pretending like he was gonna attack Yeonjun with them. Instead, he stuck his fingers into Soobin’s exposed armpits, pulling a yelp from the older. To the maknaes dismay, Taehyun saw that coming, grabbing Kai’s sides and squeezing them full force, causing Huening Kai to let go of Soobin as he tried breaking loose from Taehyun’s grip. “AHAHAHA WAHAHAIT! IHIHI’M SOHORRY!” The younger laughed out as he twisted his body in every direction. “He tried to betray us!” Beomgyu said while finding the whole situation way too funny. He was still seated on Yeonjun, making it impossible for the older to escape. Soobin had moved back to holding the others arms up as Gyu had now switched to kneading the olders lower sides, causing Yeonjun to arch his back as he shook his head back and forth.

Taehyun on the other hand, had pinned down Huening Kai, scribbling only lightly on the youngers sides. Taehyun wasn’t gonna wreck the maknae solely because he knew how ticklish the poor boy was. There were now two boys, pinned to the ground. One screaming and laughing his head off and the other softly giggling. Soobin had wanted to have some fun with the older too, scribbling his fingers into each of Yeonjun’s armpits. The boy screamed, falling into helpless laughter soon after that. “GUHUHUYS NAHAHAHA!” Laughed Yeonjun who had the biggest smile stuck to his lips. “Aww look how cute you look~” Teased Beomgyu, who had started scooting down to sit on his hyungs thighs. Yeonjun just blushed as he now bucked his hips, not being able to before due to Beomgyu’s weight on them. “Hey hyung! I have a question!” A jubilant Gyu said as he paused his tickling. “Whahahat?” Replied a giggling Yeonjun who only had to focus on Soobin’s fingers which were roaming around his neck, not a very sensitive spot for the older but it still got him laughing and scrunching his shoulders. “I’ll tell you but you have to answer honestly.” Said an intent Beomgyu who watched the olders cute smile. “Okahahay juhust tell mehe!” Yeonjun replied, barely being able to take the anticipation anymore. “Okay..” Answered Beomgyu, purposely dramatizing the situation. “Are your..” He started his question, causing Yeonjun’s ears to perk up, still giggling hysterically along with Kai who was now having small shapes traced onto his bare tummy.

Beomgyu finally finished his sentence.. “Are your hips ticklish?” He questioned, drilling into the olders hips right after the sentence escaped his lips. “Wha- NOHOHOHO GYUHU STAHAHAHA-” Yeonjun screamed out as he was thrusted into silent laughter. “They are!” Soobin happily responded, knowing full well that this was the olders weak spot. Yeonjun thrashed his body around as he attempted to remove the youngers hands off of his hips by bucking up and forcefully yanking at his hands. He pulled so hard that Soobin had to stop tickling his neck in order to sit on the olders hands so he for sure couldn’t escape.

Kai, who was still softly giggling, watched in anxiousness as Yeonjun was put through torture. He knew how much it sucked when you were silently laughing and couldn’t to anything to get the attackers to stop. Soobin looked over at Hyuka, noticing how anxious he looked for his hyung. “Look Hyuka, if you really wanna save him just say ‘switch’ and we’ll only tickle him lightly, you’ll have to get wrecked instead though.” Soobin said while having the time of his life. What kind of offer was that? Why would Kai willingly get wrecked like that? Well.. in all honesty, Yeonjun did look like he was about to die.. Huening Kai did feel pretty bad for his hyung and after all he was pretty used to getting wrecked. It wouldn’t be that bad if it happened again, right? Wrong. The maknae didn’t even know how he survived all the tickle attacks coming from his hyungs. “So..?” Taehyun impatiently asked, waiting for an answer from the younger and disrupting the maknaes internal thoughts. “The longer you wait, the longer Yeonjun gets wrecked for~” Teased Beomgyu who was still torturing the older. Kai watched as Yeonjun arched his back up, bucked his hips, and attempted to beg, even though no sound came out of his mouth. Taehyun had now stopped tickling the maknae, eagerly waiting for a response. “Alright alright fine.. ‘switch..’” Huening Kai said hesitantly.

In the blink of an eye, Soobin and Beomgyu had climbed off of Yeonjun and on top of Hyuka, Beomgyu sitting on his thighs while Soobin sat on his arms just as they had done to Yeonjun. Taehyun immediately scrambled onto Yeonjun’s hips while he was still weak enough to not fight back. The olders face was completely red as he gasped for breath, rubbing his hips in attempts to get rid of the leftover tingly feeling. Unfortunately for the boy, he was stopped by Taehyun who took his weak arms, pinning them with his knees. “Ughh Taehyuhun!” Giggled the boy as Taehyun begun lightly poking his sides and stomach. “Hyung, you should be thanking Hyuka, he’s about to get wrecked!” Stated the younger boy matter of factly. Yeonjun shifted his eyes over to Kai and sure enough, the maknae was about to be put through torture. Beomgyu was carefully lifting the youngers shirt up, ignoring the maknaes pleas. Both Yeonjun and Taehyun were startled by a sudden scream as they looked over, watching Beomgyu as he suddenly blew a raspberry on the top of Hyuka’s stomach. The younger let out a loud scream, laughing hysterically as Beomgyu kept up his attack, giving the boy long raspberries all over his stomach, only coming up for air for a split second before lowering his head back down and blowing another one. “HYUHUHUNG AHAHANYTHIHING BUHUT THAT!” Screamed the maknae as he viciously jolted with every raspberry. “It’s your loss Kai, you shouldn’t have said ‘switch.’” Replied Soobin who was wiggling his pointer fingers into the boys lower ribs. “NAHAHA GUHUHUYS I CAHAN’T TAHAKE IHIT!” The vulnerable boy begged as Beomgyu placed as many raspberries as he could manage onto the boys exposed tummy. Huening Kai attempted to jerk his body upwards, but was met with a lengthy raspberry to his bellybutton in punishment for trying to escape, resulting in the highest pitched scream the maknae could muster. “Ow, Kai you’re hurting our ears!” Taehyun whined while he pinched Yeonjun’s sides and ribs, ignoring the boys giggly begging. “THEHEHEN TEHELL HYUHUNG TO STOHOP!” Screamed Kai who was a shrieking mess at this point. “Hmm, should I stop?” Questioned Beomgyu who had momentarily stopped his raspberry session. “Yeah maybe you should stop, I think his thighs would be a better place~” Teased Soobin, satisfied with how the younger begged them not to. “Wait hyung I have an idea..” Beomgyu told Soobin as he eyed the maknae. At this point, both of them had stopped tickling hyuka as they decided where to wreck him next. “W-what ihis it..?” Asked Huening Kai in suspense. Seeing the look in their eyes, Kai knew that this would not turn out good for him.

Taehyun had now stopped his light tickles with Yeonjun as he was now cuddling with his hyung. “Hmmm..” Beomgyu thought aloud, causing everyone’s in the rooms eyes to be on the mischievous boy. “I wonder..” Continued the boy. “Gyu just hurry up and finish your sentence.” Demanded an impatient Yeonjun. The rest of the members besides Taehyun, turned to Yeonjun after hearing his voice. “Ah, Taehyun’s done with you? How did you like it~” Questioned a devilish Soobin. “Tsk be quiet” Replied the oldest boy, ears turning red from the question. “Anyways, I wonder if..” Beomgyu said as all eyes were back on him. “You’re just like Yeonjun hyung..”

“What is that supposed to AH-” Before the maknae could even finish his sentence, he was caught in an endless fit of laughter. The evil Gyu made his way into the very hollow of the boys hips, pressing down with his thumbs and massaging in deep. The younger tried letting out a scream. Unfortunately for him, it was way too sensitive for the boy that all he could get out of his mouth was an “AH” before he was swallowed in the loudest laughter he’s ever produced. Besides when they tickle his thighs.. But we all know that, don’t we? “NONONO STOHOP STOHO-” The defenseless Hyuka could only scream out a few of his pleas until, just like Yeonjun, he too was thrown into endless silent laughter. “He is just like Yeonjun!” Beomgyu stated happily as he continued his attack. The worst part was that Kai couldn’t even try and pull his arms down. Soobin was still seated on his wrists, outstretching the younger boy and making it impossible for him to fight back! Now Huening Kai had gotten absolutely wrecked by his hyungs way too many times and he knew full well that tugging at his wrists, arching his back, and bucking his hips up never worked.. But it’s still worth a shot, right? The younger fought as much as he could but just couldn’t escape. Well that plan flopped.

After seeing how much Kai was dying, they stopped their torture, leaving a panting maknae on the ground who rubbed his hips just like Yeonjun had done. “Dohon’t do thahat again!” The younger boy said tiredly as he focused his eyes on Beomgyu. “Hey, you’re the one who tried saving Yeonjun hyung!” Retorted the boy who helped the maknae onto the couch. “Yeah, I think we’re all done with games today, aren’t we?” Said Soobin as he draped a nearby blanket on Huening Kai’s body. The rest of the members just laughed as they all climbed onto the couch, cuddling as they one by one fell asleep to each other’s warm touches.

Oh how much they loved their troublesome Yeonjun and Hyuka..

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Wait I actually had so much fun writing this HAHAHA

I don’t know if this is just me but the beginning paragraphs feel different to how I normally write..? Did anyone else notice that??

I normally put a semi-long beginning to the story before the tk part but for this one I just got straight to it.. I hope you don’t mind!

Stay healthy <3

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hxneekyuu · 4 years

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accidental kiss || tsukishima kei, ennoshita chikara, miya atsumu, lev haiba

request : Hey Can I request a headcanon or one shot with Haikyuu characters (any of your choices) having an accidental kiss with their crush, you know, the cliché romance scene in drama's where the girl fell and male catches her and end ups kissing, or something when the girl turn around not noticing the close distance between the male, and their lips touches. Anything that is accidental

warnings : miya atsumu, Suna Gets a Haircut

a/n : so i did one of those random hq generator things bc i could only decide on one boi and that was tsukki,,, the results made me laugh so here you go -- btw these are all gonna be pre-dating bc thats just wonderful we love that

tsukishima kei

this is definitely all tsukkis fault

you two are at your house just vibing and at some point you head into the kitchen to make food

and hes leaning against the counter right in front of the cabinet you need to get to

but he has the audacity not to move the fuck outta the way when you tell him you need to get past

so youre like ok fuck it and just reach around him to open it

but the bowl you need is pretty high up so youre like on your tippy toes tryna get the damn thing and hes just sitting there watching you struggle

instead of helping you like he isnt damn near 6′3″

but riiiiight as youve got the bowl, you end up grabbing it a little too forcefully and you bring like a million dishes down with it

so ofc even though he definitely deserves it, youre not trying to concuss the poor guy with literal ceramic dishes raining down on him

so you kinda lunge forward to stop them all from falling

and, hearing the crash of dishes over his head, he naturally ducks because he doesnt want to die

honestly,,,, its more of a crash of your noses and foreheads but theres such chaos of like,,, trying not to die??

that at some point you just feel his mouth on yours and it deadass just stays there while you both are figuring out what the hell is happening

eventually he kinda pulls back but only a little bc he knows youre struggling to hold onto the dishes and he doesnt wanna screw that up

and he doesnt even say anything he just reaches up awkwardly and helps you set the dishes back on the shelf

and then he grabs the bowl youd been trying the get the entire time and hands it to you with a completely blank face

its a very awkward dinner im not gonna lie

mostly bc at some point he just starts cracking jokes about it and refuses to acknowledge it seriously bc he sucks

ennoshita chikara

ennoshita’s taking a break from studying with the second years on the team

mostly bc he never gets any studying done with them

so youre studying together for a test at his house

and its just been many many hours of studying so ofc youre both exhausted

so its not surprising to him when you just pass out on your notes

but the thing is,,, your heads right on top of a sheet that he needs

and for a while he just kinda studies without it

he studies other stuff and tries to remember it on his own so he can fill in the gap in his notes

but eventually hes like fuck i really need these notes

so he just,,, tries to slide it out from under your head really carefully

and it involves a lot of him getting really close and trying to lift your head and a bunch of really soft cute things that would be super embarrassing for him to be caught doing

like,,, if you happened to wake up

which of course, you do

and youre really confused bc you can feel his breath fanning over your face and his eyes are really close but not focused on you, theyre focused on smth under your face

so you lift your head to see what hes doing

but he freaks out and moves his face when he notices youre awake

and its just a litto brush of your lips over his as your faces are passing each other

but the poor bub jumps back like you just shocked the crap out of him

and then he apologizes for like the next ten minutes and its impossible to get back to studying bc youre both just panicking internally

miya atsumu

this literally happens like it does in the movies

it all starts with a chase scene

that really you should never have been a part of

youre just minding your business walking down the hall after school on your way to get your stuff

and its pretty empty bc you had a club thing so its late afternoon and no ones around

and you just hear it

men screaming

and then he appears, barreling around the corner like his life depends on it

and youre like

this cant be good

and when he sees you hes yelling out for you like HELP ME

but you somehow always manage to get caught in the miya twin antics so youre like

fuck no im out

but apparently youre not out bc atsumus grabbing your arm and dragging you behind him yelling smth about scissors and a haircut

and when you look back you just see suna rounding the corner, half of his little triangle haircut chopped off so he looks like a sad half onigiri,,,

but you know it was atsumu and that this man is definitely dead when suna catches him

so youre like okay fuck it i guess im helping him AGAIN

and you get outside to a section of the school where theres still sports teams practicing and lots of people around so you hide in a corner together

but the Suna Energy is approaching so atsumu fuckin freaks and does that cheesy movie thing where he ducks his head down so he wont be seen

but theres like a group of guys passing by and one of them just bumps into atsumus back and that shit just sends him right into you

and all he can think is “oops”

he only has one brain cell give him a break

but he just stalls completely and forgets about the whole suna thing

but ofc his hair is fucking piss yellow and suna has not forgotten

he ends up totally getting his ass beat but after that little smooch atsumus definitely a bit keen to see you more often

lev haiba

i fucking love this gif look at the litto shoyou go

this tall babie does not know the meaning of personal space he has no functional understanding of a Bubble

honestly he probably gets dangerously close to kissing you on a regular basis, considering you’re seatmates in class

he’s just ALWAYS in your space

at first he’s probably shy bc he doesn’t know you

but once you become friends he’s like THIS IS NOT YOUR DESK THIS IS JUST MY SECOND DESK

so every day there’s always one thing that’s super dangerous

last week it was him looking over your shoulder while you did work silently

yesterday it was him reaching across you to open the window on your left side

today he just really wants a bite of the bread you bought and are currently already eating

and when he wants smth, he gets Very Whiny

he’s so clingy and adorable that you can’t ever get mad

he’s like a little puppy how can you resist him

so when you’re finally like okay fine you can have a bite he’s like

MONCH

he doesn’t even wait for you to tear off a piece he just leans in for a bite

but you had said yes while in the middle of biting it so he essentially does that thing where you’re both biting it at the same time

but, again, he doesn’t know what personal space means

so he also doesn’t have the ability to gauge distances well

so he straight up just meets you halfway and presses his mouth to yours while he’s biting down

the boi probably doesn’t even notice

he just pulls back quickly once he has his bite and goes about his life

you literally are going to have to tell him he just kissed you

and after that he’s a total fucking mess

he doesn’t know what to do he never knows what to do

he’s just going to keep causing Chaos while he panics

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #ennoshita chikara #ennoshita x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #lev haiba #lev x reader #haikyuu headcanons

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years

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Last First Kiss

Summary - Jensen finally lets his feelings towards you known but it doesn't get the reaction he had anticipated.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x OFC!Jessica (brief)

Characters - Jared Padalecki, Gen Padalecki, OMC Mark, OMC Luke, OFC Jessica

Warnings - Fluff, Insecurities, Bad dates, Implied smut, Language, Angst-ish, happy ending

Square Filled - Valentines Day ( @anyfandomgoesbingo ) Jared Padalecki ( @spndeanbingo )

Word Count - 2262

A/N - Written for my 500 Followers challenge

Request by @akshi8278 - Hi, once again congratulations on your 500 followers. 🥳🎉 Could you write number 23 and 25 for Jensen. It could be fluff/ smut, whatever you want. Thank you 😊 (I added a little bit of angst for the course of the story. Hope you like it!)

This is also a submission to @negans-lucille-tblr' 6k Roll The Dice Challenge

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Prompts are in bold.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

You trudged down the empty hallway, your body slumped with exhaustion and feet hurting from wearing the ridiculously high heels to impress a man who never showed up. The silence in the empty halls was deafening unlike the crowded diner which was buzzing with lovestruck couples on the fine evening of Valentine’s Day. When you reached his door, you were barely hanging in there. Hesitantly, you knocked twice, immediately cursing yourself for fucking up his Valentines Day as well.

“Y/N?” Jensen tilted his head in confusion at your dejected state. “What happened?”

“I am done with dating.” A stray tear rolled down your cheek as you replied. Jensen pursed his lips as he opened the door wider to let you in. He threw an arm over your shoulder, guiding you towards the couch.

“Mike was a douchebag.” He said, as you plopped down on the blue couch.

“His name is Mark.” You rolled your eyes at him, “I dressed up all for nothing. I am done trying to find the perfect man. I will get a cat and become a cat lady. At least it will show up when we have a cat date with cat food and pizza.”

“You can't just swore off dating because Macaroni didn't show up.” Jensen smirked. “You just haven't met the right person yet.”

“I got stood up thrice within a span of two months. I surely know how to pick them.”

“Sweetheart, I'm so sorry but I know you'll definitely meet the right person. It's just a matter of time.” He rubbed your arm as you snuggled closer to him. “Should we order takeout? I am starving.”

“Mhm. I wouldn't mind some chinese. I'm sorry that I fucked up your plans for the night.” You said.

“I didn't exactly have anything better to do. Spending time with you is much better than third wheeling Jared and Gen.” He chuckled.

“What am I doing wrong, Jay? Something is definitely wrong with me or the entire male population is a douchebag.” You sighed, as Jensen took out his phone to place an order in your favourite Chinese restaurant.

“Y/N/N, nothing's wrong with you and there are good men out there in the world.” He said.

“They are all taken.” You replied, nonchalantly.

“I'm not.” Jensen said and your heart skipped a beat at his words.

“Maybe I was too blind to notice it,” you wanted to say instead you blurted out, “You're my best friend, Jensen.”

His hands dropped to the side as he visibly tensed up. An unbearable silence followed the awkward conversation. You could barely look at the actor beside you who was staring off into the distance, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Fortunately you were both saved from further conversation by the delivery guy.

You bit down on your lip to stop the yawn that was threatening to leave as you pretended to listen to the man in front of you complain about his work life. You hummed along to the man’s words as your mind reeled back to that night at Jensen's house. You still didn't know why you didn't speak about your true feelings. Even though his little confession didn't break you two up, whenever you used to hang out, a discomfort lingered in the air and so you had ditched the weekly movie night the day before.

After another painfully long hour, your extremely bad date came to a very fortunate end. As a sign of politeness, you had agreed with Luke, your date, when he had offered to drop you at your doorstep. With no promises for a second date, you had left Luke’s car after successfully dodging his attempt at a kiss. You sprinted across the usually empty hallway and found yourself in front of Jensen's room. You knocked at his door.

“So I was on a date and oh god, time wasn't passing by at all! Luke was such a boring guy. I surely do know how to pick the guys- and I'm so sorry I didn't come yesterday for our weekly movie night-” You rambled on as soon as Jensen opened the door without giving him a chance to pitch in his two cents.

“It's okay.” He finally spoke but his words were soon forgotten when you saw the half-naked brunette standing behind him, glaring at you.

“I'm sorry,” You turned your attention to the man in front and noticed the swollen lips, tousled hair and his unbuttoned jeans, “I didn't know you had company.”

“Next time try to call before you barge in complaining about yet another bad date.” Jensen grumbled, rolling his eyes before he shut his door to your face. You stared at the closed door, crestfallen as tears started to pool in your eyes. You made your way back to your room which was on the next floor in the same apartment building all the while wondering if your insecurities had really messed up a good friendship.

Jensen had neither heard nor seen you since he had closed the door on your face. He winced every time he remembered how rudely he had pushed you out of his apartment when Jessica was over. He was finally trying to move on since now he knew how you felt. Jensen was definitely hurt when you made it clear that you didn't reciprocate his feelings but he didn't hate you. You were still his best friend so it hurt when you had started to distance yourself from him, even ditching him on your weekly movie night. All that bottled up frustration had turned into anger when you had knocked on his door the next night to complain about your boring date but he still regretted the way he had told you off.

“Is Y/N going to come to Gen’s party?” Jared asked his tv brother during one of the takes.

“I don't know. Why don't you ask her yourself?” Jensen snapped as he went back to reading his script.

“What happened?” The hazel eyed actor frowned at his friend's behaviour.

“I haven't talked to her in weeks nor have I seen her.” Jensen grumbled.

“You two are like the Siamese twins and now you are saying you haven't even talked to her? Dude, what happened?” Jared asked. “Maybe you should talk to her.” He said after Jensen opened up about what happened.

“I have called her. Dozens of times. She is not picking up.” He scoffed.

“Gen is going to invite her I suppose. Maybe you can talk to her then.” Jared shrugged as they were called back on to set.

Jared was right about everything. You were invited to Gen’s backyard birthday party and so was Jensen. You had hesitated before you finally made up your mind to go to the Padaleckis' because you knew someday you had to face Jensen. When you had returned home that night, you had realised why no one was ever good enough for you since the perfect person for you was right in front of you but your insecurities had made you blind. You knew you had missed your chance when you had caught him with the brunette but what hurt more was when he shoved you out of his apartment.

Jensen had called you a dozen times but you hadn't picked up. You didn't know what to say and the longer you stayed away from him, your feelings for him grew stronger so instead you started to avoid him like plague, trying your best to move on.

The clinking sound of bottles behind you pulled you out from your deep thought.

“Hey.” Jensen awkwardly said.

“Hi.” You returned the same awkwardness.

“You weren't picking up my calls. I'm sorry for the other night.” He said, his gaze quickly dropping to the floor.

“It's all right.”

“No it's not. Then you wouldn't have avoided me.” He said. “I know things have been awkward since that night but no hard feelings. It's perfectly okay if you don't feel the same. I just want my best friend back.”

“I do feel the same.” You muttered quietly which made him look up to you. Jensen stared at you dumbfounded.

“Then why didn't you tell me?” He finally said.

“I panicked. I got scared because you know me, I don't do well with men and I thought if we didn't work out, I would lose you.” Your lips trembled ever so lightly as you stared into his green eyes.

“You won't ever lose me.” Jensen walked up to you, “Even if things don't work out relationship-wise. I will always be your best friend.”

“I don't wanna lose you. You're my person, Jay. So I lied not realising that I had pushed you away myself.” You said.

“I will always be your person just like you're mine but I can't fight this feeling anymore. I think I'm in love with you and I don't know what to do.” He said while walking up to you.

“Maybe you do know now.” He leaned down, cupping your face, his lips hovering over yours. You closed your eyes, feeling his hot breath fan against your skin but then you felt him pull back. You opened your eyes as you saw him stare at you with a look of regret in his eyes.

“I can't.” Jensen sighed.

“Why?”

“I have a girlfriend.” You gaped at him, heart broken into millions of pieces. Before Jensen could get another word out, you fled the scene.

“Hey Y/N.” Gen beamed. “Are you going home already?”

“Yeah I think I'm coming down with something. Sorry Gen. Happy birthday, again.” You said and wasted no time to get into your car and quickly drove back to your home.

Jensen had repeatedly called you since you had fled the Padaleckis’ house but you hadn't picked up. The first two days you had hardly left your house. You had been sobbing uncontrollably. You had bared your heart and soul to the man you had fallen head over heels only to get your heart broken.

You were lying on your couch, watching a sappy romantic movie when you heard a knock on your door. Pausing the movie midway you got up to open the door.

“Hi.” The green eyed man spoke quiet as when you opened the door. The sight of him brought tears to your eyes again. He was carrying a box of chocolate and a bottle of wine. “I would have brought flowers but I know how sad you get when they start to wilt.”

“What're you doing here?”

“I heard a guy hurt my best friend so I'm here with chocolates and wine.” He smirked. You snatched the box of chocolates from his hands as you held the door wide open.

“Sappy romantic comedy? Oh sweetheart, want me to kick the guy's ass? He deserves it. No one hurts my best friend.” He said as he pulled you into a tight hug. The intoxicating smell of his cologne finally breaking you. “I'm so sorry.”

“I'm so sorry too.” You sniffled as you looked up at him. “Our timings sucked.”

“It did. Can we start afresh?” Jensen smiled.

“What about your girlfriend? I don't wanna be your ‘slutty mistress’.” You said, quoting Grey’s Anatomy which made him chuckle.

“I broke up with her. I tried to date other girls to keep you off my mind but there wasn't a single damn second when you didn't cross my mind because I am totally, completely, hopelessly in love with you.” He grinned as he leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“I am in love with you too, Jay.” You said, “Kiss me.” Jensen dropped his head as he leaned into you, capturing your lips with his. His hands travelled all the way down your body before stopping at your waist. He gripped you tightly and pulled you closer, your hands landed on his biceps as you tried to steady yourself. His teeth grazed your lips lightly, making you moan into his mouth. Your hands left his biceps, hooking themselves at the nape of his neck, your fingers tugging at his hair, eliciting a groan out of him.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you just that oblivious?” He growled into your ear.

“Is it working?” You smirked. Jensen growled once more into your ear before pulling away from you. He effortlessly picked you up, your legs hooking behind him as he went towards the bedroom.

Panting hard you tried to come down from your high as you felt him go soft before he pulled out. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips and rolled off to the side. His chest heaved as he tried to control his breathing, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Lost in an euphoric state, you didn't notice when Jensen had left the bed to get a cloth to clean you up. After a few minutes, he returned back to bed. You laid there in his arms, naked, basking in the afterglow of what was actually the best sex of your life. Jensen was tracing tiny, imperfect circles on your arm as a sigh of contentment left his lips. Your back flushed against his chest, smiling, you spoke.

“We might be each other’s last first kiss.” You turned towards, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“No more bad dates. No more bad first kisses. You're mine.” Jensen whispered.

“You're it. You're my person. My world is a better place with you in it.” You said, snuggling against his warm chest. “I love you.”

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years

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The alluring charm of Henry Cavill - Chapter 9

Summary: Adelaide is back home again, preparing herself for her newest movie with David Castañeda.

Henry Cavill x Adelaide Park (ofc)

Wordcount: 1.9k

Warnings: None

A/N: I wanted to add this to yesterday’s part, but I decided to give it a part of its own, since in my head, the chapter would be too choppy. After this only three more chapters 😭😭

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When I earned my first million dollars, I bought a mansion for my parents, with elevators so my mom could be mobile and be everywhere in the house whenever she wanted.

The cab stops at the tiny roundabout I had built in front of the mansion and the driver helps me with my suitcases. ‘Thank you,’ I say with a quick smile, giving him a fifty dollar tip.

‘Are you sure, miss?’ he asks me.

‘Absolutely,’ I tell him. ‘Have a nice day.’

The front door opens and while the cab drives off, my dad rushes towards me. I’m nailed to the gravel, but tears still escape my eyes and roll over my cheeks.

I missed him so much.

‘Come here,’ he says, as he pulls me in his arms, engulfing me in one of the safest hugs in the world. No matter what happened, a hug from my dad always helps. When I scraped my knee when I was younger, when I didn’t get a part I really wanted and now.

A hug from my appa is sometimes the only thing that makes me feel a little bit better under shitty circumstances like this.

‘Appa, I’m so sorry,’ I whisper against his shoulder.

‘Don’t,’ he tells me. ‘You are here. I am here. Eomma and I love you very much, no matter what.’

He can’t be this sweet, not after what happened. ‘I screwed up.’

‘You did not.’ My dad holds my upper arms and forces me to look at him. He actually seems a bit pissed when he says: ‘He screwed up, not you. Never.’

I wipe my tears away, but the tap is open now, so they are replaced by others in a split second. He holds my hand tightly in his and pulls me inside, as we both carry a suitcase.

‘I’m happy you’re home,’ he tells me. ‘I missed you.’

‘I missed you too.’ And that isn’t a lie. I missed him dearly and holding his hand, brings me back tons of years ago, when I would hold his hand as he was wandering around the house, trying to ease his mind and not let his worries get to him. I barely took walks with him, so pacing around our tiny house, was the only time I could pretend we were like every other father-daughter pair: he would hold my hand as he guided me through life, my obstacles how significant or insignificant they seemed.

When I walk inside, I see my mom already waiting for me. I run towards her and hug her tightly. She presses a kiss on my cheek and says: ‘Where is this Henry? I have to see him, so I can run him over with wheelchair.’

I can’t stop my chuckle, but that chuckle turns into a soft cry. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper. ‘I let you two down.’

‘You didn’t let us down,’ she says. ‘Henry Cavill did. I thought he was nice. Good for you. He is an idiot.’

‘Don’t,’ I start, but when I see the death glare my mom sends me, I quickly shut up. Besides, who do I think I am? Sticking up for Henry when a) he can’t even hear me and b) he hurt me badly and lied to me?

What on earth possesses me?

The entire flight I thought about it. About Henry and me. I can’t believe I was this blind, I totally fell for it and just believed him. This is obviously partially my fault of course. Hadn’t I done this, hadn’t I been this blind, I would’ve just become friends with him and then my heart wouldn’t have been severely broken like it is now.

My parents and I go to the kitchen and we prepare some tea. I talk to them about the show and how they enjoyed most parts of it. ‘It was good to see you like that,’ my father says. ‘You don’t have to be so private and serious all the time.’

I simply nod, not knowing exactly how to respond to it.

‘We love you,’ mom says, ‘and we always will, dasom.’

‘I love you too.’ My phone starts to vibrate on the counter and I look at the screen.

David?

‘I have to take this,’ I say and while I walk out of the kitchen, I pick up the phone. ‘Hi.’

David Castañeda sounds cheerful when he asks: ‘Hi, Adelaide, how are you?’

‘You honestly have to ask that?’ I mumble, before I go to the conservatory and plop on a couch. I look over at the backyard, where the sprinklers are on.

‘Stupid question,’ he says. ‘I’m terribly sorry. Thought Henry Cavill was a real nice dude, but this was pretty shitty. You want to be distracted? I have pretty exciting news.’

‘Please, tell me something fun. I could really need it..’

‘I got the part.’

It takes me a few seconds before I understand it. ‘You got it?’ I ask, a smile creeping up on my face. A new project means distraction and distraction means not thinking about Henry. ‘Oh my, are you serious? This is amazing.’

‘I know right, so just when I cut my hair short again, they told me to start growing it out,’ he chuckles.

I start to laugh, as I envision him as I close my eyes. ‘I can’t wait to see you again,’ I say in all honesty, because it’s true. I can’t wait to see him again. I know David and I know what an honest and lovely guy he is. I could open up to Henry, but he didn’t deserve it. David does deserve my honesty and I know the he will never betray me like that.

‘I can’t wait to see you,’ he tells me. ‘Production starts in two months, but I sure hope you and I can meet up before that? I mean, if that’s okay with you?’

‘That’s more than okay, David. I really want to catch up. I don’t have much to do, so I can meet up and start binging season two of the Umbrella Academy.’

‘You still haven’t done that?’ He scoffs. ‘Deeply insulted, Adelaide Park.’

‘I’m sorry,’ I say, ‘but I have been pretty occupied these weeks.’

David sighs deeply, knowing instantly what I’m referring to. ‘I’m so sorry that this happened during a live stream. Are you okay, though?’

‘I’m fine,’ I lie, but I’m not even convinced by that myself, so I quickly add: ‘Well, I’m not, but I don’t want to talk about it.’

‘Understandably so,’ he tells me. ‘I do have to go now, but I just had to tell you this. We’ll catch up soon, Adelaide.’

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Angela Bassett: Darling, I’m so sorry this happened to you. I spoke to Henry and while I understand you don’t want to talk to him, he really wants you to know he’s sorry.

Adelaide: You’ve been talking to him?

Angela Bassett: I have, yes.

Adelaide: Could you maybe tell him something from me?

Angela Bassett: Absolutely

Adelaide: That I don’t want to see him ever again, nor talk to him.

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It has been two weeks since the terrible livestream. However, I do realize how insanely lucky I am with my fans. The once prior and after the Celebrity Project. I read so many comments about how I didn’t deserve this and that I’m better off without him anyways.

I just had my first event after The Celebrity Project and the responses to it were so overwhelmingly positive, my heart simply swelled when I was reading them. Sure, people were tagging Henry in it and that made me pretty furious, but I feel like I can actually overcome this.

I walk through the park, staring at my phone screen. David and I are supposed to meet up and he shared his location with me, however I can’t seem to find him. According to the app, he should be on my right, but I don’t see him when I look up. When I stare back at the phone, the bubble indicating where he is has moved and is now somewhere else. I growl out of frustration.

Does it really have to be this difficult?

‘There she is,’ I hear a voice saying me behind me and when I turn around, I see it’s David. A smile breaks out on my face and I run towards him. When I wrap my arms around his shoulders, he pulls me close to his body. ‘I missed you, Adelaide.’

‘I missed you too,’ I smile and I let him go to take him in. ‘Oh my, look at you. Are you excessively working out again?’

‘Diego Hargreeves is supposed to have a very low body fat percentage,’ he tells me with a cocked eyebrow. ‘But, I have been doing absolutely nothing these past few weeks, as preparation for our movie.’ He holds out a cardboard holder with two paper cups in them. ‘I brought you an iced cappuccino with vanilla syrup, just the way you like it.’

He remembered… ‘You are amazing, David, thank you.’ We take a seat on a park bench and I look to the side. ‘What?’ I ask him, when he looks at me.

‘You look good.’

‘Don’t even start,’ I say, before taking a sip.

He must sense I don’t want to talk about the whole Henry thing. ‘Tell me something else then: are you excited for the movie?’

‘Of course,’ I say with a smile. ‘And they are going to bleach my hair soon.’

‘Ah really? I love this color.’

‘I do too, but the director has a very specific type of journalist in mind for this movie. Besides, I think a refreshing blonde is a nice contrast when it comes to your brooding character.’

‘Brooding is what I do best.’ David takes a sip of his drink and closes his eyes, as he soaks up the sun. ‘Is there anything you want to do in Switzerland?’

‘I heard there was a special class to learn to do the waltz. Maybe you and I can do that.’

‘Dancing with the Adelaide Park? Sign me the fuck up.’

I nudge him in the side. ‘You’re an idiot.’ Before he can be even slightly offended, even if it were fake, I smile. ‘Joking.’

He smiles. ‘I know you don’t want to talk about the Celebrity Project, but I do have to say something.’

‘Better make it quick then and I have to warn you: I don’t want to hear his name.’

He nods. ‘I just wanted to say that it was good seeing you like this. I have always wondered what you were like. I mean, I knew you were nice, but you were so serious from time to time, so private, even after filming for so long and doing interviews together. I get that it can be hard to open up, but knowing these things about you now, after watching the show, made me realize you have been putting on a brave face for way too long.’

I take another sip. ‘Well, I’ll try and do better.’

‘Don’t try and do better,’ he says. ‘Try and be yourself, because being yourself is better.’

‘Oh, how wise,’ I chuckle, rolling my eyes.

‘Should I write this down and post this with an inspirational picture on Instagram?’

‘To delete it twenty minutes afterwards?’ I slap his arm. ‘Hopeless, David, very hopeless.’

He smiles. ‘Just pinky promise me you can try to be honest with me. Practice being open and yourself around me, okay? I won’t judge.’ He holds out his pinky and I chuckle, when I hook my pinky through his and say: ‘Pinky promise.’

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dojae-huh · 3 years

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Funny how we talked about NCT Hollywood yesterday and suddenly got a bit more info today lol The part about a new NCT U formation is interesting too. Sounds like a permanent unit, even if it's called NCT U? I don't really expect a whole album or EP from them because WayV, 127 and 2021 promotions will prob occupy fall-winter. Maybe a single, then they release more unit songs or join other temporary U combinations as part of the NCT 2021 album.

I wonder if the new NCT U will be a unit for Sungchan and/or Taro. It could be a vocal unit or a mix of existing members too. All is vague atm. Ofc, I do agree SM must have fixed unit(s) planned for Sungchan and Taro. It's just that, when can they actually find enough members (if not adding members from Dream or other units) and form the unit. I remember how Kun and Ten had no fixed unit for a long time. SM has plans, but the time they need to execute the plans is another thing.

I'm guessing, Taro will likely get to join a JP-based unit after the pandemic. I'm not too sure because they already have 127, but with NCT-H announced, SM might want to have local units in JP and US and let 127 perform there too since they have quite big fanbases in both countries. Yuta and Johnny can still be representative members.

I honestly think Sungchan will be for another SK unit. Sungchan might be able to join the JP one, but I doubt it because he's being pushed a lot in SK. To the point I think he might be a leader, considering all the years he trained. I don't keep track of full details on Sungchan's solo activities and don't know how popular he really is in SK, but even if he's not so popular yet, I'm sure he'll still get important role in his new unit. Center or face of the group at least. Or leader. Or even all of the said positions at most.

On the other hand, Taro barely gets SK activities and might be saved for the JP unit (or it could be, Taro's Korean is still a challenge for more Korean content).

Personally, I'm not 100% sure of fan speculations that Taro and Sungchan will be in the same unit. They debuted at the same time, are living in the same dorm with the Dreamies, but it might be like Woo, Kun and Lucas all over again.

NCT U new formation releasing a single and it being included in NCT2021 album (an EP is pretty doable) sounds plausible. If NCT2020 was designed to bring all the units together, make WayV officially part of NCT, NCT2021 is about SMCU. It was said that NCT's concept/universe will get more explanation (new nctmentary videos, hopefully?).

Just to remind you, that in 2018 127 had Empathy, Chain, Regular-Irregular and Regulate. And in 2019 Awaken and Superhuman in addition to the Neocity tour in the first half a year. (Plus Tae, Hyuk and Mark were involved with Dream and SuperM). Making albums is A&R and producers' problem, neos need to sing a couple of lines, and most B-tracks don't require choreos.

Fans having enough money is the bigger problem, lol. But with the lack of concerts and a few months of break between units' comebacks and NCT2021?

I doubt the new U formation will be permanent. This info just raises interest and makes people talk. Ten seems to be in it.

I've checked RV history yesterday. Some of their singles sold in millions. Maybe this new U will get to try to win over gp with a catchy songs as well to sell the song as a single before NCT2021?

WayV will be in Autumn, probably late Autumn. 127 is going to be before them. I still think it's July-August for them. We will know once Dream's repack promotion is over.

I still doubt there will be a Japanese unit soon. I'd bet if there is one formed in the near future, it will be through a trainee-selection programme on Japanese TV. Shota actively learns Korean and is very popular in SK.

Kun, WW and Ten had a designated unit from the beginning - Chinese unit. Not SM's fault the Chinese ban happened.

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rainbowcrowley · 4 years

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this is going to be a very long, angry and upset post but i need to get some things off my chest. if you want to add an opinion or reblog it, please read everything before doing so, thank you.

(also grammer mistakes and mispellings inc, english is not my first language, so bear with me)

why aren’t people tagging major spoilers from the new Marvels Avengers game?

and with “people” i mostly mean the stony/stevetony fandom. i’m really sad and disappointed. this is not going to be a full rant or anti-post... idk i just wanna explain my feelings and i hope people can learn from this and understand - so this won’t happen again in the future. also i’m not going to call out any names.

yesterday i saw some tweets with screenshots of the game blow up on twitter. i was just scrolling down my timeline, head empty, just my daily twitter check up. i follow some (maybe 5 or 6) stony fan accounts and there were screenshots of a very particular scene EVERYWHERE. no escape. i saw them, saw the characters in it, boom, damage done. a major story campain spoiler right in my face. without any tags. not even a spoiler warning.

i mean.. it’s twitter. like, i’m not gonna go into full detail about my issues with the platform now, but ya know... it’s twitter. but i know a lot of you are using it as well, so i thought mentioning it would be suitable.

i told my friends who are going to buy or have already bought it, including @ylissianprince, that i just saw a major spoiler and warned them that these are going around in social media. i went to bed, afterwards, already quite upset.

next morning (today) i woke up to a few texts from @ylissianprince complaining that she got spoiled too - but from bigger blogs here in tumblr. i haven’t checked tumblr much these last days and i’m glad, bc it’s not only screenshots but full gif sets going around. @ylissianprince told me that NOTHING was tagged as spoilers. nothing. a few hours later we discussed the whole thing and she told me that she asked one of them to please tag spoilers. they didn’t tag everything with it... which is ??? okay? at least they tagged some things i guess. i mean, the damage is done already. our discussion inspired me to type this down and post it.

and i’m just so angry? like, if it was a small spoiler, an easter egg or a character being in the story who nobody expected, i’d be fine. i don’t mind minor spoilers. but this is a really big one. and tbh? it almost ruined the game for me. i’m still gonna play it bc it’s fun (i played the beta and i love it) but i feel like this precious and emotional moment got stolen from me - i wanted to experience it myself, while playing. not to mention that the ps4 version of the game is 70€ (in germany), which i didn’t pay in full myself - i had some financial support, bc i’m broke af - but i’m 100% sure there are other people just as upset as me and who paid the full price for it.

idk how many of you play (story based) video games, but it’s like... an interactive movie or tv show. you would hate to get your favourite tv show spoiled, don’t you? which brings me to the next thing that bothers me:

if it was a new mcu movie, people would go crazy if any of the bigger blogs would reblog spoilers without tagging them. people would share 100+ posts about how spoiling something is bad and disrespectful. they tag spoilery posts with a million variations of the movies name + “spoilers”. i’m one of these people, too. i don’t have the most organized tagging system, i know, but i ALWAYS tag spoilers. but why didn’t people tag this? bc it’s “only” a video game? it’s still a piece of media that can be consumed like any other. like a movie, a book or a tv show. i don’t see the difference.

there are some people who gained early access to the game, which is... yikes, but this is not a post about the issues of twitter OR the video game industry. ofc there’ll be videos on youtube. we can’t change that. but we can change how, where and with whom we share it. thats why the internet came up with tagging and blacklisting systems.

i could go on forever, but i’ll stop now, bc i think i have made my point. i’m upset and i hope i could reach at least someone and made them think about their actions and how spoilers can ruin things.

so... long story short: tag your damn spoilers, no matter the type of media.

thank you for reading. <3

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Best Two Out of Three, Part 7

So I REALLY wanted to get this posted yesterday for Hangman’s birthday... but I had a hell of a time figuring out how to end it, so I didn’t make it. BUT. I’m very happy with it. And it’s LONG. I actually got a little hot and bothered writing part of this... so I think y’all will like it, too XD. Lots of fluff and drama.

Best Two Out of Three

Part: 7/26

Pairing: Kenny Omega x OFC and Adam Page x OFC

Warnings: Cursing and some sexual language

Word Count: 4k

Catch up on previous parts here.

Alex awoke early the next morning. She tried to turn over and fall back asleep, but her brain wouldn’t let her. She couldn’t stop thinking about Kenny.

He’d held her hand the entire drive back to the hotel last night. She remembered him kissing her knuckles and butterflies exploding in her stomach. He’d walked her back to her room, and she’d reached up and wrapped her arms tight around his neck. She’d wanted so badly to kiss him, but she hadn’t. He’d held her close and was reluctant to let her go. He’d been the last thing on her mind as she’d fallen asleep, and now he was the first thing on her mind this morning. That had to mean something.

She looked at the clock. It was 8:17 a.m. Kenny was undoubtedly awake; he never slept in. She crawled out of bed and moved quietly into the bathroom, doing her best not to wake Chuck as he slept in the other bed. She brushed her teeth, cleaned up her smudged makeup that she’d neglected to remove the night before, and tamed her bed-head. And then she slipped out the door, still her pajama shorts and t-shirt.

Kenny was on the same floor; he’d told her his room number last night. She arrived at his door, and she took a deep breath and knocked.

It wasn’t too long before he answered. He smiled when he saw her. “Hey. I was just thinking about texting you, but I didn’t want to wa—”

She cut him off with a kiss. It surprised him at first—but then he wrapped his arm around her and drew her closer. “Well good morning to you, too,” he smiled against her lips.

She flushed as she pulled away. “You said if I still felt this way tomorrow that we could talk. Well, it’s tomorrow, and I’m sober, and I still feel this way. So here I am.”

She fidgeted as she spoke, suddenly self-conscious. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if she’d just made a huge idiot of herself? Maybe she should just go.

But then a grin broke out over Kenny’s face. “Come here,” he said, and he kissed her as he pulled her into the room, letting the door fall closed behind her.

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The next day, Alex laid on the couch in her den, watching TV but not really paying attention. Her thoughts were everywhere—good, bad, anxious, excited. And every single one of them was about Kenny.

They hadn’t talked yesterday morning. At least, not with any words, they hadn’t. They’d let their bodies do the talking. They hadn’t been able to undress each other fast enough as they’d blindly stumbled to the bed, getting lost in each other’s touch. Alex had dug her fingernails into Kenny’s skin, not caring how loud she was; he’d felt even better than she remembered. And when they were done, they’d gotten in the shower and done it again. It had been awkward as fuck going back to her and Chuck’s room with wet hair and that telltale flushed-with-sex glow. Thankfully, he’d spared her the embarrassment of asking any questions or making any comments. It was obvious what had happened.

But, after that, she and Kenny had basically gone their separate ways. They’d considered riding to the airport together but decided against it; Kenny was already going with the Bucks and Alex with Trent, Chuck, and James, and they both agreed it would be better not to draw any attention to themselves until they figured things out. But now that Alex was back home, all alone with her ruminations, she was starting to freak out about what exactly that meant.

She snatched her phone from the coffee table. She needed to talk to someone—and Adam was the only person she could go to with this. She typed up a text—Hey, can I call you?—and hit send before she could think better of it. It was less than a minute before he responded.

Yeah, give me a minute and I’ll call you.

She bit her lip, nervously waiting. When he called a couple minutes later, it was a FaceTime call. She hadn’t expected that; but she answered anyway. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he echoed. He had his hair pulled back and his glasses on. She’d seen him like that a million times before, but it still caught her off-guard. “What’s up? Is everything alright?”

“Is Callie around?” The question came flying out of her mouth without warning, and her cheeks burned with embarrassment at the strange look Adam gave her. But she needed to know. She didn’t want to risk Callie hearing any of what she was about to say.

“No; she went out for a run,” he answered. “What’s going on, Alex?”

She looked off into the distance, unsure how to begin. As much as she didn’t want to, it would probably be best to just spit it out—like ripping off a Band-Aid. “I slept with Kenny yesterday.”

Adam’s eyes widened behind his glasses. “Well that’s definitely not what I was expecting you to say.”

“I know.” Her cheeks flushed again as she brought a hand to her face. “Please don’t judge me.”

He shook his head. “I’m not. I’m just… surprised. Did you leave the party with him?”

“No,” she answered with a shake of her head. “Well—actually yeah, I did. But not like that. He gave me a ride back to the hotel, but I slept in my room. But then the next morning I went up to his room and… yeah.” She didn’t say any more after that. He could fill in the blanks well enough on his own.

“So…” he trailed off, clearly trying to get his thoughts together. “Was it just a spur-of-the-moment hookup, or…?”

Alex let out an anxious huff. This was the part she’d wanted to talk to him about. Because, honestly, she had no idea. “I don’t know. I mean yeah, I ran up to his room and jumped his bones without really thinking. But before we left the arena Thursday night… he practically admitted that he still has feelings for me. But we haven’t talked about it. We didn’t really have a chance.”

She frowned. In truth, she and Kenny hadn’t said much of anything at all to each other since she’d left his room yesterday morning. She’d texted him to let him know that she’d made it home, and he’d responded in kind—but that was about it. She had no idea what he was thinking or feeling about everything, and that didn’t sit well with her. At all.

“Well, do you still have feelings for him?”

Adam’s question cut through her thoughts like a knife. But, unfortunately, she didn’t have an answer for him. “I don’t know,” she admitted. It made him frown.

“Well then I don’t know what to tell you, Alex. You and Kenny need to sit down and figure things out.” He paused. And then he added, “I just don’t want to see you get hurt again.”

Alex faltered when he said that. No one knew more about what she’d gone through with Kenny than Adam; he’d been the shoulder she’d cried on throughout the whole ordeal. And now here she was a year later, crying to him about Kenny all over again. He was probably sick of it. It had probably been a mistake to burden him with it again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have bothered you with this,” she abruptly said. “I need to figure out my shit on my own.”

His brow furrowed. “What? Alex, you’re not bothering me with it. You can talk to me about anything—you know that.”

“I know I can,” she breathed. “But you and Kenny are the tag team champions and you just started getting along again, so the last thing I want to do is put you the middle between us. Plus, there’s the match with Callie in a few days and with everyone being at ringside… it’s just a giant fucking mess.” She let out a frustrated huff. She could only imagine how pathetic she looked. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately and now with Kenny… it’s just a bit much.”

“So try not to think about it,” he said.

She gave him a flat look. “Really, Adam. Do you know me?”

He smirked. “Yeah, I do know you. But seriously. Kenny made you an option last time, so don’t give him your time or energy if he’s not gonna give you his. You deserve better than that.”

Alex bit her lip again. She knew Adam was right. But it was easier said than done. “I’ll try.”

“You better,” he returned, and she offered him a smile.

“Well, I’ll let you go,” she said. “And I doubt I have to ask, but please don’t mention any of this to Callie. I don’t want to give her any more reason to think Kenny’s gonna sabotage her on Wednesday.”

“Come on, of course I won’t mention it,” he assured. “I’ll see you at Dynamite.”

“Yeah, see you then,” she said, and she ended the call—trying, and failing, not to think about Kenny.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was the night of Alex’s hotly anticipated match against Callie. And as Alex laced up her boots in the Best Friends’ locker room, she felt like she might hurl.

“You alright, Alex?” James suddenly asked. “You look pale. I mean, more so than usual.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine. I’m just nervous—more so than usual.”

That was the honest-to-goodness truth. Alex always got nervous before her matches; the good sort of nervous, fueled by excitement and adrenaline. But this wasn’t the good sort of nervous. This was the jittery kind of nervous, the kind fueled by anxiety and fear. She had no idea what was going to happen out there, with Callie or Kenny. And honestly—she was worried to find out.

But James waved her off. “Don’t be,” he reassured her. “Just keep a level head and you’ll already have Callie beat. Plus, Chuck and Trent will be out there to put a stop to any shenanigans.”

Alex glanced at Chuck and Trent across the room. Chuck didn’t say anything; but Trent cut her a look. “Kenny, too,” he lowly added.

She frowned and went back to lacing up her boots. Ever since Friday, Trent had been downright cold to her and Chuck had been distant. Alex wasn’t an idiot—she had a feeling she knew why they were acting that way. But she really didn’t want to open that can of worms right now.

Her phone suddenly chirped from where it sat next to her on the bench. It was a text. From Kenny. She bit her lip as she opened it. Hey. Come meet me in production.

That was all it said. It made her nervous all over again. But she’d waited five long days to see him again, so she finished lacing up her boots as quickly as she could and hurried out the door without a word.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she made her way through the halls. She walked faster the closer she got, and when she walked into production and saw Kenny, she exploded with nervousness. The good kind.

He smiled when he saw her. “Hey. Wow—is that new gear?”

She bit her lip as he looked her over. “Yeah. Does it look okay?”

He shook his head. “Don’t ask stupid questions. You look unbelievable,” he returned, and he pulled her into a kiss. Alex wrapped her arms around his neck as he led her back further into the room, behind the monitors. They were alone—but they could use some extra privacy.

Kenny nipped at her bottom lip as he pulled away. It was torture. “I missed you,” he breathed.

She smiled up at him. “I missed you, too.”

“Yeah? That’s good to know,” he smirked. “I wanted to see you as soon as I could. We never did have that talk I promised.”

Alex unwound her arms from his neck as she looked sheepishly down at the floor. “No, we didn’t.”

Just like he had the night of the party, Kenny reached up and brushed her hair away from her face. She looked back up at him. His voice came out soft and sincere as he spoke. “I’m sorry I haven’t said much since Friday. But everything I could think to say to you felt better said in person.”

Alex’s breath caught in her throat. She had absolutely no idea what he was about to say, but he had her complete undivided attention.

“I don’t want this to be like the last time,” he said. “I don’t want you to have any questions or doubts about how I feel or what I want. I want you, Alex. I want to be with you. And I want you to be with me. I want to do this right.”

Butterflies burst in Alex’s stomach, overwhelming her. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but it hadn’t been that. She didn’t know what to say.

“But you don’t need to give me an answer right now,” he assured her. “I understand if you need some time to think about it, and we can take things as slow as you want… if you even want to take them with me at all.”

Alex didn’t say anything. Instead, she pulled his lips against hers. Kenny eagerly returned the kiss, holding her as close as he could, tangling his hand in her hair. They didn’t break apart until they needed to breathe.

“I don’t need time to think about it,” she said. “But I do think slow is good. Especially with the match tonight.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I thought about that. If you want to lay low for tonight, it won’t hurt my feelings.”

“It’s probably for the best,” she pouted. But Kenny tilted her face toward his and kissed her again.

“It is,” he agreed. “I’ll be as neutral as I can be out there tonight. Deal?”

She beamed up at him. “Deal.”

“Good,” he said, and she closed her eyes as he kissed her gently on the forehead. Tonight, this would be their little secret—and that was just fine with her.

“Alright, you should go get ready,” Kenny suggested. “You two are up first.”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Now you tell me?” She turned and started to run out of the room; but Kenny grabbed her and pulled her back.

“Hey—even though I’ll be out there in Callie’s corner, I’ll be rooting for you.”

She bit back a smirk as she pointed a finger at him. “Neutral, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grinned. He smacked her butt and nodded toward the door. “Go. I’ll see you out there,” he said; and as Alex went out the door, she suddenly felt ready to take on anything.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie stood in the center of the ring, glaring at the top of the entrance ramp. Under normal circumstances, she would have taken her time posing for the camera and jawing at the people at ringside. But not tonight. Tonight, all she cared about was getting her hands on Alex.

Callie’s entrance music faded out, and for a few seconds the arena was filled with nothing but anticipatory silence. But then Alex’s music hit, and the small crowd immediately cheered as loudly as they could. Callie rolled her eyes; she couldn’t wait to shut them all up when she beat Alex within the five minutes.

Dasha smiled as she announced Alex’s entrance. “And her opponent; from Roanoke, Virginia; being accompanied to the ring by Trent Berretta and Chuck Taylor—Alex Haaaawwwwwthoooooorrrne!

Alex didn’t waste any time. She charged out of the babyface tunnel and made a beeline for Callie in the ring, Chuck and Trent hot on her heels. Aubrey intercepted her as she climbed through the ropes.

“Alex, back it up!” she warned.

But Alex wasn’t having any of it. “Ring the damn bell! I’ve been waiting to make this bitch tap for a week.”

Callie’s eyes darkened. “You’re gonna be waiting a hell of a lot longer, then,” she bit.

Alex tried to get at her, but Chuck and Trent held her back. The flurry of activity prompted Kenny and Adam to climb in through the ropes from where they’d stood at ringside.

“Alright, everyone just relax,” Kenny said as he put his arm in between them. But Callie smacked it away.

“Cut the bullshit, Kenny; no one’s buying it.”

Kenny bit down on his jaw as he sent Alex a sideways glance. But he raised his hands and stepped back.

Somehow, Aubrey managed to gain order. Chuck, Trent, Kenny, and Adam climbed out of the ring while Alex and Callie went to their separate corners. The bell rang, and they charged.

* * * * * * * * * *

Alex was a technician; Callie was a brawler. And, for the majority of the match, neither of them had really been able to gain the upper hand over the other. But, at the moment, Callie was in control.

Alex laid prone on the mat, trying to catch her breath after Callie had tried to pin her again. But she didn’t get much of a break. “What was it you were saying, Alex?” Callie grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up onto her knees. “You’ve been waiting to make me tap for a week? Please. Like I said—"

Smack! Alex abruptly cut her off with a resounding slap right across her cheek. Callie’s downfall was that she talked too much shit.

Callie slowly turned her face to look back at her. There was murder in her eyes. “Did you really just slap—”

Alex grabbed her and abruptly pulled her down into a small package pin. Aubrey slid to the mat and started counting—but Callie kicked out at two.

“Come on!” Chuck banged on the ring apron. “Stay on her, Alex!”

Callie crawled on her hands and knees to the ropes while Alex got to her feet, waiting. When Callie turned around, Alex charged and hit her with a running knee so hard that she fell backward through the ropes and out onto the mats below.

Kenny bit back a smirk, just a little bit proud of her.

Alex jumped down onto the floor. She grabbed Callie by the hair and pulled her to her feet. There was blood in her mouth. “Aw, it looks like I busted your mouth, Cal.” She pouted. “Don’t worry—we’ll get Britt to look at it later.” And she swung her around and tossed her back-first into the guard railing.

“Come on, bring it back in the ring, Alex!” Aubrey ordered. But she didn’t listen. She picked Callie up by the hair again and drove her face-first into the ring post.

Adam got involved at that point. “Alex, come on,” he implored. “What’re you doing?”

She cut her eyes at him but didn’t say anything in return. Right now, she couldn’t care less about his feelings—and she didn’t want to say anything she’d regret.

She stomped on Callie’s back before picking her up and rolling her back into the ring. As much as she’d like to beat up on her some more, it wasn’t a falls count anywhere match. She rolled in after her and hooked her leg in a pin. But Callie kicked out at two.

Alex sat up, frustrated. There was one way to end this. She pulled Callie up onto her knees, bent her backward, and locked in her submission finisher: the ’88 Sleeper.

Callie let out a muffled cry of pain. Chuck and Trent cheered while Kenny and Adam watched with bated breath. Alex wrenched harder, expecting her to tap any second; but Callie was a cagey bitch. Somehow, she managed to blindly reach up and rake Alex hard across the eyes.

“Ah!” Alex let her go and fell back onto the mat, blinded. The next thing she knew, Callie had her down in a pin. She kicked out at the last second.

“Come on, ref!” Trent argued. “You’re gonna let her get away with that?”

“How about you shut up over there?” Adam returned. It didn’t go over well with Chuck.

“Oh, are you mad, Hangman?” Chuck taunted. “Did ya just realize that cheating is the only possible way your girlfriend could beat Alex?”

Adam’s brow lowered. He stalked around the ring toward Chuck. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me,” Chuck returned. “Alex is better than Callie, and you know it.”

Adam took another step forward. Kenny put a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, just ignore him,” he said—but Trent rolled his eyes.

“Oh, shut up, Kenny. If there’s one thing Callie is right about is that no one’s buying your bullshit.”

Kenny looked back at him, confused; but, all of a sudden, Callie slid underneath the bottom rope and hit Chuck with a hard baseball slide, sending him flying into the guard railing.

Trent took a threatening step toward her as she landed outside the ring. “Are you kidding me?”

“Hey, back the hell up.” Adam shoved him—and then all hell broke loose.

Trent threw a forearm and he and Adam started brawling. Back inside the ring, Alex got her bearings; once she realized what was going on, she jumped through the ropes to the floor. She started to help Kenny break Trent and Adam apart; but then Chuck jumped up and went after Kenny. Alex froze, unsure what to do—and then Callie grabbed her, whirled her around, and hit her hard across the jaw.

Alex stumbled back; but then she looked up and speared Callie to the ground. She struck out with a flurry of fists and forearms, and it was all Callie could do to try to block her. But then someone forcefully pulled Alex away and tossed her to the floor. She looked up. Her eyes widened in shock. It was Adam.

“That’s it—ring the bell!” Aubrey ordered. She hurried over to Dasha and told her the result. Dasha nodded as she brought the microphone to her mouth.

“And your winner by disqualification—Alex Hawwwwthoooorne!”

“WHAT?” Callie shouted. She glared up at Aubrey. “You’re gonna DQ me because he pushed her? I’m bleeding because of her!”

“He did a little more than just push her,” Kenny glared. He helped Alex up. “Are you alright?” he asked; but she didn’t answer. Her eyes were fixed on Adam.

“What the fuck?”

Adam opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry—” he started; but Callie cut him off.

“Don’t apologize to her! You didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Are you kidding me?” Chuck argued. “He fucking threw her!”

Adam rolled his eyes. “I didn’t throw her.”

“Yeah, you kinda did,” Kenny returned. Everyone stopped and stared at him. Adam’s brow lowered.

“Whose side are you on, Kenny?”

Kenny bit down on his jaw. Alex froze, worried what he would say—but then Callie scoffed.

“Please, do you really need to ask?” she shot.

Kenny started to answer; but Alex cut him off. “Why don’t you worry less about Kenny and more about the fact that your boyfriend just cost you the match?”

Callie glared daggers at her but said nothing in return. There wasn’t anything she could say.

Alex shook her head and turned to leave. But, before she did, she sent Adam a look over her shoulder. “Thanks for getting me the W, cowboy,” she said, and she walked around the ring and up the ramp.

Trent smirked at Adam and Kenny. The dissension between the tag team champions was obvious—and that was just fine with him. “Don’t forget about Fyter Fest,” he warned, and he and Chuck turned and followed after Alex.

Kenny watched them go—and then he looked back at Adam. “Question me all you want, but this one’s on you,” he said, and he turned and walked up the ramp.

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writingfromkitchenator · 4 years

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To Kiss A Demon

New Years fic

Masterlist

Crowley x OFC

Words: 2,023

Warnings: Experimental fic, New Years party, mild tension, mild angst, strange attraction

She wasn’t sure what she was doing here, this wasn’t her scene, in any sense of the word, but it had seemed to be the polite thing to do at the time. Now, she was out of place and uncomfortable, and kept finding her gaze being drawn to the only man in a suit.

Everyone else in the room were hunters or something close to those lines, but there was something in her gut telling her that he was anything but. Her gut was also telling her other things, but for now, she kept that aside, wanting to talk to him if nothing else.

Yet another person asked her name and she sighed. “Ivy.”

Sam and Dean had invited her to this, had convinced her to come on the promise of free food and alcohol, and after what she’d been through the year before, a promise of a party that would bring it about in a happy way. Apparently it was rare for hunters to get together like this, but this was a celebration that none of them had seemed to be able to pass up, and now she found herself very out of the loop.

The Winchester’s had saved her from a Djinn, the only survive her amongst those that had been taken, and they let her bunk up with them until was brave enough to get back on her feet. In doing so, she’d been thrown into a research role, going through things when they needed it. The irony that she was a history major with a focus in dead languages was lost on none of them.

That had ended about a month ago and now she’d been trying to get back into a normal life. She didn’t really want all this knowledge of the supernatural, it unnerved her, but she had promised that if they ever needed help, then she’d be there.

Instead, they’d called her and asked her to come to a party.

Ivy leant against the wall with another sigh. This was not her scene. Maybe she should just call a cab and head home.

Her eyes wondered back to the man in the suit. It was hard to tell, but she was sure that some of them were a little weary around him, and there were several keeping an eye on him, but if he even noticed, he didn’t let it show. For most of the night, she’d felt like she should be trying to get his attention, to talk to him about…something, but every time an opportunity presented itself, it seemed to disappear just as quickly before she could think of something to do.

It was frustrating her, and as the others around seemed to be avoiding her now, she decided it was time to head home.

She didn’t care it was almost midnight. She didn’t care that they were planning on doing a count down and something with it. Ivy wanted to be at home in bed.

Leaving was surprisingly easy, and she didn’t know whether to be hurt or not. She’d always been explicit with Sam and Dean about being involved with the hunting community, but in that time she had become good friends with the two of them. By now, people were drunk of course, so she shrugged it off and got herself settled in a cab for the drive home.

She watched the street lights pass, and while a million thoughts seemed to be tumbling through her mind, she found herself only focused on one.

That man.

Ivy probably knew she shouldn’t be as drawn to him as she was, but she couldn’t help it, it felt like it was slowly ingraining into her system the longer she thought about it. He was part of a world that she could never fully accept, and she didn’t even know his name, but here he was, invading her thoughts on his appearance alone.

She couldn’t quiet shake the feeling that he hadn’t been entirely human, she’d learnt enough to recognise certain signs, but she guessed now, she would never know. Sighing, she rested her head back and closed her eyes, trying to think of her warm and welcoming bed.

Her home was dark and felt all too empty, even as she flicked on the lights and put down her bag and keys. The silence clung heavily to her and she couldn’t help but fill it with a heavy sigh, heading to her bedroom and pulling on her pyjamas.

There was one more drink calling her before bed.

The whiskey was expensive, a housewarming present she’d brought herself and had been drinking slowly ever since. It burnt on the way down, but she considered that a good thing, especially when she’d had her first glass after everything that had happened.

“I don’t suppose you have another glass for me?”

Ivy froze, the hairs on the back of her neck raising, and she slowly raises her eyes to meet the man’s eyes from the party.

He smirks at her. “Relax, I’m not here to hurt you. Even if I wanted to, I certainly wouldn’t be asking you for a drink first.”

She stars at him, her mind working slowly, probably because of the alcohol, but still, against her better judgement, she pulled out another glass and poured him one. “I don’t suppose I will get an explanation for why you are in my house?”

The smirk widens. “Well, considering that answered one of mine, perhaps me telling you who I am will answer yours.” He takes a drink. “I’m Crowley, the King of Hell.”

“King of…” Ivy blinks and tilts her head. “You’re a demon? What on earth are you doing in amongst a party full of hunters?”

Crowley chuckles. “I believe both our answers to that are simply that we know the Winchester’s, although, I was uninvited and I’m guessing you were not.”

“I wish I wasn’t,” Ivy said and sits, feeling surprising comfortable even though he’d just appeared in her house. “I don’t do parties and I certainly have little interest in being involved further in hunting and the supernatural.”

“A wise decision on both parts,” He said simply, sitting opposite her. “Parties are overrated, and I have a feeling that hunting would…damage you.”

It was clear from his expression that he hadn’t expected to say such a thing, and for the first time Ivy considered that he was feeling the same thing as her.

The urge to get to know the other.

She chuckles at his small frown, worried he’d said the wrong thing. “Your assumption is correct, I have no knack for such things as firing guns and swinging blades, and as for the research…well, I still have a few nightmares I’m trying to get rid of. I’d much rather conduct my own studies on much more normal items of history.”

He nods, as if this was obvious, but stops himself quickly, looking away from her gaze. “May I ask why you left early?”

“Because I don’t fit in there Crowley,” His name felt so familiar to her, and there was something in the way that he looked back at her that spoke more than words could ever say. “And as much as I appreciate Sam and Dean inviting me, it was time for me to come home, free food and drink aside.”

“Ivy,” He said her name slowly, as if testing it, and she wasn’t at all surprised that he knew it. “You missed the best part of the night.”

She chuckles, finishing her drink and moving over to the sink. “It is just another day, another passing of time, whether the date changes or not, it’s still the same. It’s not like I’m different today than I was yesterday.”

“That’s not entirely true though, is it?” Crowley asked and she could feel him watching her. “Because something is telling you that I should be there, just as we both felt or night that we should be talking to the other.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“The same reason you didn’t,” He said, and she felt him get up and step closer. “Because each opportunity seemed to pass before we had a chance to react, which is odd, considering the long list of things I’m capable of doing.”

Ivy turns to look at him and a heavy silence hangs in the air between them, Crowley only a couple of steps away, neither of them suddenly sure on what to do.

“So why aren’t we doing anything now?” She asks. “What is holding us back here? We now know each other’s names, that’s a start.”

Crowley nods slowly. “Indeed. Perhaps, if you’ll indulge my curiosity because I wish to understand this as much as you, then we can…engage in another new year tradition?”

Her face flushed and she licks her lips, unable to deny her own curiosity. “I mean…we’ve at least shared a drink first.”

He chuckles and nods. “We have, although cheers may have been more appropriate given the situation.”

Ivy shrugs, smiling. “I’m not fussed if you’re not.”

The silence sat between them again, and Ivy had a feeling that this was unlike him, but, for some reason, she wanted it to come from him.

Crowley gives a soft sigh and closes the distance between the two of them, standing just in front of her and tilting her chin up gently.

He smiles. “Usually, this is where someone is offering to sell me their soul.”

“I guess you’ll just have to live with a kiss in this case.” She said, returning the smile.”

Laughing softly, he presses his lips to her.

An almost instantaneous thrill shot down her spine, and she had no urge to push him away as his lips lingered on hers. The soft press of his lips pulled her in in more ways than she could ever say, so she simply gave herself to it, following.

She didn’t remember her eyes drifting shut, didn’t remember the two of them easing each other, but she knew how much this was saying without either of them uttering a word.

He broke away for the barest of seconds, enough for both of them to draw in a breath, before he kissed her more firmly, as if feeling her more deeply, his tongue darting out to taste her lips.

A satisfied hum leaves her, feeling more complete than she ever had before, and she soon knew from the deep, rumbling growl that echoed through into her, that Crowley felt it too.

It could’ve been seconds or days that they stood there in her kitchen, and even as the kiss broke apart again, they were in no hurry to step away from the other, hearts racing in the comfortable silence that sat in the room. Neither of them remembered stepping in this close to the other, pressed chest to chest, her hands resting on his shoulders, his resting on her waist.

Crowley opens his eyes first, but they feel heavy, lidded, and he takes her in, takes in every little detail, and he softly brushes his nose with hers, earning her gaze.

A question hang in the air between them, one neither of them currently had an answer for, and one that they suddenly found themselves afraid of asking. Their chests tightened and slowly, they stepped back from each other, avoiding the other’s eyes.

Ivy clears her throat, her tongue darting out to taste her lips, still tasting him, and she found herself lost for words.

“Thank you,” Crowley spoke slowly, his voice quiet, barely audible even in the silence. “For…that…and the drink…”

She lets out a steadying breath and nods. “Happy New Year Crowley.”

Tension sat in the air, neither of them suddenly brave enough to look at the other, just seeing them in the corner of their eyes, and after a few more moments, Crowley nods, and disappears in front of her eyes.

Ivy still didn’t know what it all meant, was still no closer to any form of answer on what she felt towards Crowley, but she now knew that that kiss was going to be almost torturous to remember.

#new years fics #supernatural #crowley #crowley x ofc #short #drabbles

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blkgirlcafe · 4 years

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Home PT. 4

Viktor Drago x Cyra (Black OFC)

Cyra (Ky-Ra) -Sun or throne

Kazimir (Kah-Zee-Meer) - Bringer or Announcer of peace

Viktor Drago is married to the love of his life, they have a 5 year old son. He is willing to do anything to keep them safe.

Warning: Kidnapping, abuse, mentions of child abuse

Flashback 2

Viktor watched her everyday, he hoped it did not come off creepy but she was different and so pretty. If Ivan caught his eye wondering he would smack him back into focus. Ivan had given him a break, he was sitting on the floor, with his water, protein bar and fruit, watching her. She was on the treadmill, going a good pace. He couldn't help but look at her butt, it was so shapely, more than the other women from this area.

She stopped running, using a towel to wipe her face. She cleaned the equipment, never once taking off her headphones. Viktor watched her mouth the songs, he wondered what she was listening to too.

She began to walk his way, maybe she was leaving, she had only been here 30 minutes. In horror he realized she was walking towards him, she was smiling at him. He quickly swallowed the bite of food in his mouth, chasing it down with a big gulp of water.

“You know if you are going to stare at me, you could come say hi.” she smiled.

“I’m Sorry, I didn't mean to.” he mumbled, letting his head fall.

“It's fine kinda, I’m Cyra, nice to meet you.” she held out her hand.

Viktor scrambled to get up, drawing a giggle from her. He shook her hand, “Viktor, nice to meet you.”

He said the name a few times in his head, not trusting himself to say it just yet. She licked her lips and he caught himself staring, looking away.

“Povernutysya do roboty!”Ivan yelled at him. (Back to work!)

Cyra jumped and Viktor hated it, hated that she felt scared. Without a word he turned back to the punching bag.

Viktor picked Ivan up from the airport, he had not seen his father in over 7 years. When he left the Ukraine to be with Cyra. His dad told him he would regret it, that it was a mistake, that no one would love him like he did, and that he belonged in his country, fighting for it.

But the love and acceptance he found with Cyra, with her family, the warmth, was a million times better than he could have dreamed of. He got up everyday happy, he felt whole, he truly smiled.

“Have you talked to them?” Ivan asked.

“Today no, yesterday I did, just a little bit so I know they are still alive.”

“Then there is hope.”

“Why do you owe him 500k?” Viktor asked, turning into the driveway of his home. Part of him wished Cyra's car was parked outside the garage like usual. He never understood why they had three garages and she always parked outside the door unless it was raining. When Viktor came home he would always put her car in the garage.

“I made some bets, I didn't win.”

“So this is what you do now, you bet on fights?” Viktor was pissed off.

“What else am I supposed to do, you left me.” Ivan shot back.

Viktor got out, slamming the door behind him. Unbelievable, no matter what his dad would find a way to blame him. His mom left, somehow his fault, he lost a fight, his fault, he won a fight, not his fault.

He put his phone on the kitchen charger, as obsessed Cyra was with phones, she had chargers all over the house. She wouldn't let his phone slip below 80% in fear of a missed call. His thoughts kept going back to his wife and child.

“Nice place you got here. How much does it cost you?”

“None of your damn business, you can sleep in the guest bedroom, as soon as this is over you are on the first flight back home.”

“If I want to see my grandson?”

“You don't deserve to, you are the reason he is in this mess.”

“We will pay him and this will be over?” Ivan said.

“We? You don't have a dime to your name and he doesn't want money.”

“Well what does he want?”

---

As far as Cyra could tell that they were here for 3 days. They were fed 3 meals a day, and they currently were on their 3rd dinner. Kazi seemed a little happy with his french fries and chicken nuggets. Their captors had bought kazi toys, she guess they got tired of his whining.

They gave her nothing to occupy her time, it was driving her crazy. The door opened and the guy called Andriy mentioned for her to come here. Kazi stopped eating, sensing the shift in the room.

“Mama be back baby.”

“Ok Mama.” he sat there, watching her leave. The door was closed and locked behind her.

She was sitting on a couch, given her phone and told to facetime her husband, she did eagerly wanting to see his face, just to know everything was alright. He picked up quickly and Cyra smiled despite herself, she missed her husband.

“Baby are you okay?” he blurted out and the phone was snatched from her hand.

“She is fine, just finishing up dinner. I believe Kazi loves his dino nuggets. Is Ivan there?”

“Yes.”

“Give the old man the phone.”

Cyra watched with tears in her eyes, she wanted to see him so bad, to hear him say it was going to be okay. He was her rock, the only thing that made her feel better when shit was tough.

“Ivan, nice to see you, especially since you've been ducking me and my men.”

“Wasn't ducking, just getting my affairs in order.”

“Did your son tell you what I want?”

“Yes, he will do it.”

“Of course he will, because you know two lives mean nothing to me.”

“Yes I know.”

“And I still want my money.” Andriy handed her the phone back, Ivan face way too close to the screen.

“You have two minutes.”

Viktor came back into view, “Where is Kazi?”

“In the room babe, he's fine, we are fine.”

“Are you hurt, can I see him?”

“I don't think that best baby, he has been crying for you since we left, he sees you. I wont get him calm again.”

A tear slid down her cheek, it was tearing her up to tell him no. She wanted nothing more than to have her boys back together.

“Cyra I love you so much, I will do anything to get you two back here.”

“I know baby, I love you too.”

“Say bye.” Andriy said to her.

Cyra teary eyed said goodbye. She was escorted back to her room, Kazi was laying on the bed crying.

Cyra went to him, picking him up, trying to sooth him.

“It's okay baby boy, mama wasn't far, right there, I would never leave you.”

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Flashback 3

Their first date happened by accident. Cyra was running late to the gym, a study group ran super late, then she needed to do laundry before it closed. But she was determined to at least get her mile in. It was cold and dark by the time she got to the gym, lucky her it was open late. Not many people were left in the gym, a few stragglers like herself. She hopped on the treadmill and set a steady pace, being in a rush had Cyra had forgotten her headphones.

She finished her mile and realized she was alone in the gym. She quickly grabbed her bag and hoody, heading towards the door. Waiting by the front desk was the giant Viktor.

“Hey Vik.” She smiled at him.

He shyly looked away, mumbling a hi. She made it outside, throwing her hood over her head.

“Hey, you walking home?” Viktor stopped her.

“Yeah, I was going to get food first, want to come?” she smiled. Cyra watched the decisions play over his face, he didn't say much but his face did.

“Sure if it means you aren't walking home alone in the cold and dark.”

“Well come on, my treat since you want to be a gentleman.” she bumped his arm with his shoulder, he didn't budge at all.

They ended up at a local place not far from her shared apartment, the table was small, her and Vikor close together as the food was bought out. Cyra did most of the talking, Viktor listened and gave little input here and there, but he mostly was content with listening to her.

“”Tell me something random about yourself?” she said, grabbing a potato pancake from his plate, he smiled at the action.

“I don't have anything, sorry.” he looked away.

“Vik, if we are going to be friends you gotta stop saying sorry, don't be sorry for who you are.” she nudged his thigh.

“Sor...I mean ok. I like silent films.”

“I can see that, you are like the strong but silent type, it fits you.”

Viktor felt like he was drowning, in a good way. She smelled great, her touch was soft, he was not used to these things. He was used to a smelly gym, with men with rough hands that threw hard shots.

“I should get going, I do have class in the morning, and I am sore.”

“You are sore because your form is bad.”

She gasped and Viktor thought for a second she was upset for a second until a grin broke out on her face, “Wow, everyone can't be a pro like you, maybe show me one day the right way.”

Cyra paid the check, which he felt bad about, he would get the next one he told himself. He walked her home, saying goodbye when they reached her apartment. He stood outside watching her go in, hoping she would be okay.

He quickly made his way home, knowing that Ivan would be upset with him for being out too late, they got up at 4am to start training.

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Cyra has been gone 5 days, his son gone 5 days, it was driving him crazy. Normally this close to a fight he tried to take it easy, doing light workouts, watching film, mentally preparing himself for battle. But this was different, he called his manager and had a press conference schedule for today.

Viktor was doing this for his wife and child, he closed his eyes, he could see them. He could see Cyra and her soft smile, the way she smiled at him. He could see Kazi and his unruly hair, bouncing all over the room, wanting to touch everything. His manager came back into the room, interrupting his daydream.

“You sure you want to do this, this isn't like you, and you look like shit. Where is Cyra?”

“I have to do this, Cyra and kazi are with her family out of town.”

“She has always been by your side and now she goes out of town, not like her bro. We go on in 5 mintues. Want to tell me why your dad is here?”

“Support.”

“Bullshit Vik and you know it, something not right, there is something you aren't telling me. Did Cyra leave you?”

“What?! No!” he sighed.

“Then what is it, because I swear on everything I love I have never seen you like this before.”

“Just drop it, Let them know I am ready.”

Viktor paced the room, he had ditched his normal gym attire for a dark blue suit, with a red tie. Cyra had picked it out for him, it was supposed to be for the press conference that happened 24 hours before the fight.

The guy interviewing him wasted no time, jumping right in.

“Viktor Drago, to say I am surprised is an understatement, you usually are very quiet before a fight, why the sudden change?”

“I think I have proved myself enough that I can brag and be boastful, gone are the quiet days. Every person you guys have put before me, I have won against. Now it is time for me to talk my shit. I will beat Jaun lopez ass, just like I did everyone else before me.”

“This new Big Nasty, I love him. You are a champ and deserve to talk about your accomplishments.”

“I won lose this fight, I will prevail.” Viktor stood up, mimicking the ignorant stance he had seen other boxers take before walking off. He quickly made his way back to the room, locking the door behind him. He slid to the ground, hyperventilating.

----

They let Cyra watch and she was sick the whole time, this was not like her husband. She couldn't believe that her son and herself were being held captive over a boxing match. It made her mad that these people thought her son's life was worth so little. They threw her back in the room afterwards, whenever they pulled her out Kazi always cried, she sat next to him, gently stroking his hair.

“Mama, I heard Tata here?”

“No Sweetie I wish,he was on TV, the bad people made me watch.”

His tears flowed harder, this was the most seen ever song cry. Her Kazimir, her maker of peace, was always giggly and smiley, he always had a fun fact to share. He was a Daddy’s boy, preferring to hang on to Viktor's side when he could. His dad took him to the gym often with him, they spent countless hours together, without her.

She knew being a father was so important to Viktor, he was intent on being the best dad he could be. His own spoiled relationship with his dad ensured he did everything different. He encouraged Kazi interest outside of sports, not pushing him like Ivan did to him.

“Tata wouldn't leave us.” he cried.

“I know baby and he didn't, he is looking for us, the bad people are keeping us hidden, like a game of hide and seek, tata will find us.”

“I don't like them.”

“Me either Kazi, they are so mean and stupid.”

“Mama bad word.”

“It's okay Kazi, in cases like this we can say bad words.”

Her son perked up, he was never allowed to say bad words, words like stupid, ugly, were not allowed, he had to find others words to replace those.

“Can I say one mama.” he looked up at her teary eyed.

“Yes baby, just one. But remember when we get home, no more.”

“I am going to save mine.”

Cyra smiled at this, just like her son to outsmart her.

The door swung open, the woman telling them they could go to the bathroom. Kazi once again stood at the door while she used the restroom as if protecting her.

“You go outside, but don't get loud or get any ideas.”

They were led out a backdoor, the yard fenced in, the sun was out and shining, Kazi ran to the fence and back to her happy to be outside. Cyra sat on the ground and let her son run circles around her. Eventually one of the guys joined them, kicking a soccer ball into the yard. Kazi perked up, still weary of the men.

The ball was softly kicked to him, and he kicked it back. He looked at her uncertain of what to do.

“It's okay baby.”

She hoped that if he played enough he would sleep well tonight. He was having nightmares and not sleeping well. And once he woke up, there was no getting him back to sleep, he would ask her a million questions that she didn't have the answers for.

#Viktor Drago #viktor drago x cyra #viktor drago x black woman #florian muneanu #smutty writer #black writers

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honeypiehotchner · 5 years

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Beautiful Stranger (Chris Evans x OFC) -- part seven

This one was getting pretty long so I’m sorry if it feels like it stops abruptly! More comes in the next chapter :)

Warnings: some baby bit of angst and anxiety

It’s too early. I can’t go over there.

Granted, he said he’d leave the door unlocked, so I could just come in. But it’s barely six. We said seven.

But...Camile and Jack are having another date night before the work week begins. Which means all I’m doing is sitting in my living room, watching the sun begin to set.

I miss Dodger. It’s a funny thing, how easily and quickly you can get attached to a dog when you don’t have one of your own. Not to mention the fact that all he wanted to do was sleep in my lap, and I absolutely do not mind. He’s warm and soft and I miss having a dog around.

We used to when I was younger, but he ran away before I even turned ten, so I don’t exactly remember him that much.

By the time six-fifteen hits, I say fuck it and grab my purse, heading out the door to the elevator.

He won’t mind, right? And even if he does, I can make some excuse. I was just...on my way to my place to change but wanted to make sure we were still on for dinner at seven. Perfect.

The elevator dings when I reach the sixth floor, and my heart feels like it’s beating right at the back of my throat. Wonderful.

Still as I reach Chris’s door, some of the feeling fades away. I lift my hand to knock, catching myself and remembering what he said. What if I heard him wrong?

I don’t have time to do anything before the door opens, revealing Chris and another woman. He’s halfway through saying, “Thank you so much,” and I’m halfway to throwing up.

“Oh,” Chris says, and I can’t exactly tell if he sounds happy or completely annoyed to see me again -- this early, too, God, what was I thinking? “Come on in.”

I debate making up some excuse about why I can’t stay, why this won’t work, but I don’t. I step inside, standing a bit away from him and the woman he has yet to introduce me to. Dodger comes running over to see me, though, and I can’t help but kneel down to accept his many kisses.

“Scarlett, this is Eva. Eva, this is my best friend Scarlett.”

“Nice to meet you,” I smile politely, still being attacked by Dodger.

Chris laughs, that magical sound. “Alright, come on Dodge, be easy. You just saw her this morning, man.”

“It’s okay,” I chuckle, straightening up anyway. Dodger pouts and sits down, staring up at me. He’s a handful, for sure.

I look back up and see Scarlett is staring at me, and it’s hard to read. Is it malice? Is this Chris’s girlfriend? But are they just not official or something? He said best friends, but really…

“I’m so sorry, I’m staring,” Scarlett shakes her head. “I’m just here to drop off groceries. Chris told me he wanted to cook something for you and I knew there was no way his publicist would let him leave to get food.”

“You’re actually going to cook?” I ask, mostly out of sincerity, but Scarlett hears the underlying sarcasm in my tone.

“Oh, I like her,” she punches Chris’s shoulder. “Already not taking any of your shit. It’s perfect.”

“Hey,” Chris shoves Scarlett back. “Maybe I won’t pay you back for the food.”

“I used your credit card,” she replies with a wicked grin, handing him the piece of plastic. “Don’t leave it in the makeup chair next time.”

“Oh, wait, are you an actress?” I ask. It’s complete word vomit, and I probably shouldn’t have asked it.

“Yes, I’m sorry, I work with Chris,” Scarlett directs her full attention to me now, her smile sincere and gentle. “He was moping around yesterday on set before meeting you and I can already tell a difference, so thank you for that.”

“Oh,” I chuckle quietly, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re welcome?”

“I know this is so weird,” she sympathizes. “So I’m gonna go before I make it even more awkward, but I hope I’ll see you around.” What’s so confusing is how genuine she sounds. “And don’t let him fool you, he’s actually a pretty good cook.”

Scarlett leaves, but not without a side hug from Chris before he shuts the door after her. I try not to focus too hard on Dodger, but he’s the only thing keeping me here right now.

But curse my mouth, because before I can stop it, I’m blurting, “Is she your girlfriend?” and I regret every word the second they leave my lips.

Chris goes rigid, waiting for me to look at him before he answers me. “No, she’s just a friend. We’ve known each other for a long time, that’s all. She’s like a big sister to me.”

“Does she have a soulmate?”

“She...did,” he pauses, looking reluctant. “They don’t talk anymore.”

“Oh,” I nod. “Never mind, I’m sorry. That was nosy and rude of me, God.”

“It’s okay,” Chris shrugs. “Not rude,” he chuckles. “Just pretty accusatory. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just not...handling this way too well.”

He smiles sadly, and then nods to the kitchen. “Wanna join me? You can ask any question you want. I’m an open book for you.”

I think it over. “Okay.”

Dodger follows and sits at my feet, eagerly licking my hand when I reach down for him. The feeling makes me smile, especially when he lays down right after.

“He really likes you,” Chris observes, watching Dodger essentially take up post right underneath me. “I feel like he’s watching me to protect you.”

The thought of needing protection from my soulmate only makes my eyes widen. “Does he need to?”

“What? No,” Chris answers -- too quickly, maybe? “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

“Okay,” is all I can settle on saying. I don’t really want to venture down that road anymore than I have to, so I lean against the counter and ask my first question. “Why does your publicist want you to stay inside? Like what happened?”

“Uh, well, you, actually.”

“Huh?”

“You happened, I guess,” he shrugs, then turns around quickly from the fridge. “Sorry, that sounds weird, I’m not-- It’s not your fault, not-- Okay, I was doing an interview and I was laughing and then they asked me something, but I couldn’t hear because you started laughing and I let it slip that I missed the question because I heard my soulmate.”

“When was this?”

“The other night. A couple nights ago.”

I think back, trying to remember, and then I do. Camile had gone out, but I stayed in. And my God, he was laughing so much.

“Dude!” I yell, completely ignoring how that sounds, pointing a finger at him. “You were laughing for like ten minutes!”

“I know!” He replies, grinning brightly now. “It was probably so loud, that’s-- I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It was making me smile. And laugh.”

His grin widens even more -- if that’s possible -- and after just staring for a moment, he claps his hands together. “Right, how do you feel about pasta?”

“Lucky enough for you, it’s my favorite food.”

I finally find myself comfortable enough to sit on the stool behind the counter while I watch, so I do just that, leaning forward on my elbows as he puts water in a pot to boil. He’s in the midst of picking what pasta he wants and doing something else with broccoli when he starts talking.

“How was running errands?”

“Oh,” I breathe through a laugh. “I didn’t actually get any of them done. Not really.”

He stops cutting broccoli and looks up. “Why not?”

“Well, I met Camile for lunch,” I pause. “And I told her about you.”

I don’t know if I just wasn’t expecting Chris to stiffen, or if he just does it so abruptly that it startles me, but either way, I’m regretting it.

“She’s not going to tell anyone, I promise,” I preface. “She’s not like that, I just had to tell someone.”

He relaxes after hearing that. “Sorry-- I shouldn’t get so nervous about you telling your best friend. I told mine,” he shakes his head. “What did she say?”

“Oh, she screamed,” I chuckle. “Her soulmate watches the movies religiously, and he’s kind of sucked her into it.”

“Sucked her into it?” Chris repeats, teasing shining in his eyes. “Like it’s a black hole?”

“It kind of is!” I protest. “You’ve got, what? Fifteen million followers?”

He spreads his arms to rest his hands on the edge of the counter. “Oh, so you found my Instagram?”

My cheeks burn. “Listen, Camile told me to.”

“Blaming the best friend,” he smirks, standing up straight to check on the water. “I see how it is.”

I know he’s just teasing me, but something about it makes me want to scream, but I don’t because he’s asking me something else.

“Did you follow me?”

“What?”

But he’s already getting out his phone. “Did you follow me and I missed it?”

“Uh, no, I didn’t.”

He looks up then, looking genuinely hurt. “Why not?”

I stare at him in the same way. “I thought it would be weird.”

“Of course not,” he deflates. “What’s your account?”

He hands me the phone to type in my handle, mostly because he realized he should actually be cooking. I type in my account, finding it easily. I hit follow, feeling my phone buzz in my pocket at the new follow request. I sit his phone down and open mine, accepting his follow...and following him back.

But, despite only a few seconds passing, Chris’s account has gotten hundreds of notifications.

“Is it always like that?” I ask, pointing to the screen.

He glances over from the saucepan and nods, chuckling. “Yeah. That’s why I asked if I missed you following me.”

“Oh.” Makes sense. “Well, I followed you, are you happy now?”

“Very,” he grins triumphantly. “I never did ask what you do?”

“What I do?”

“Yeah, I’m an actor, and you’re…” He pauses, waiting for me to fill the blank.

“Secretary slash assistant,” I say. “For an asshole of a boss.”

Chris frowns. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I breathe, leaning my head into my hand. “I’m dreading going back tomorrow, though.”

“What does he do?”

“Oh, just asks for way too much,” I chuckle. “I’ve gotten better at saying no to him, though, which is good.”

Chris looks like he wants to ask more, but he doesn’t. But I can practically hear the questions, so I change the subject.

“What’s for dinner?”

“Pasta,” he replies, a cheeky smile on his face.

“Fine, I’ll wait,” I tease. I look down at Dodger who lays at my feet, looking up at me with pleading eyes. “He hasn’t given you a treat, has he?”

“What are you--” Chris stops himself when he sees I’m talking to Dodger. “I have, as a matter of fact,” he replies pointedly. “He’s just trying to be all sweet to get another one.”

“Well, it’s working,” I grin. “Where are they?”

Shaking his head, Chris points to the jar of treats sitting on the counter by the coffee pot. I slide off the stool and go over, grabbing a couple and keeping them tucked away out of Dodger’s sight.

While Chris continues cooking -- and I have no clue what it is, but it smells good -- I walk around to Dodger, who immediately sits up. He already knows.

“Does he know any tricks?” I ask over my shoulder.

“Mhm,” Chris nods.

“Okay, Dodge,” I smile, holding my arm down. “Lay down.”

He does just that, earning a treat.

“Toss it in the air,” Chris suggests. “He’ll catch it, trust me.”

Trusting him, I hold the second treat up, waiting until Dodger is finished with the first and has his attention back on me. Doing as Chris said, I toss the treat up, and I swear, Dodger leaps and catches it in his mouth, landing back on his feet like a cat.

“Did you teach him that?” I laugh, kneeling down to scratch him behind his ears.

“Nope, he just did it one day,” Chris sounds as disbelieving as I do. “It’s funny though.”

“Definitely,” I nod, sitting back when Dodger practically climbs into my lap, resting his head on my shoulder. “Okay, you’re a big baby, is that it?”

Chris looks over and grins, and I hear the camera on his phone click when he takes a picture.

“Hey!” I laugh. “Rude of you to take pictures of such a personal moment,” I tease him, wrapping my arms around Dodger. “It’s fine, Dodge. You can come live with me.”

I hear Chris let out a loud bout of laughter, making me laugh as well, but I can’t help but apologize. “I’m so sorry, we just met and I’m already talking about stealing your dog.”

“It’s fine, honestly, the way he’s looking at me right now has me thinking he would let you,” Chris says. “You can come over whenever you want to see him, you know.”

I test my luck, wondering if I say this if it’ll bring everything to a head and if it’ll make him tell me he doesn’t actually want to see me at all-- but I risk it. “I’d like to come over to see you too, you know.”

I don’t look at him, but I swear I hear the smile in his words as he says, “You can do that too.”

#Chris Evans #chris evans x original female character #chris evans x ofc #chris evans x reader #chris evans soulmate #soulmates #soulmate au #soulmate story #some angst #mostly fluff #fluff #angst #marvel cast #scarlett johansson #marvel fanfiction #marvel

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snarkwrites · 4 years

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[ summer sizzle ] | wet. - steve harrington. [M]

PROMPTS USED:

[ I have lost the links to these lists but if I find them, I’ll edit this to link to them bc whew boi.. they were good. ]

“You look good all soaking wet.” + water based ( in a pool ) + public / semi public sex - i mean… it’s starting / building to the smut outside, so yes.. + dry humping / heavy makeout + wet + to skinny dip

AUTHORS NOTES:

AGAIN. This is 18+ only, okay? And this didn’t take quite as long as the one I wrote for Jonathan yesterday or the day before but.. I’m still lowkey happy with how it came out. This time, I had difficulties in the form of writing a virgin character ( my oc ) without making it too unrealistic or cringe. I still feel like I didn’t do the best at that BUT.. regardless, this is done and I’m happy so posted it gets.

Huuuge special thanks go out to @rampagewriting because if not for you bb, I probably never would’ve caved and gotten into this show. Love you bb.

PAIRING / FANDOM:

Steve Harrington / OFC - Stranger Things

WARNINGS:

18+only,virgin character ( female ) , oral ( male giving), protected sex. MATURE. STAY OUTTA HERE KIDS.

OTHER WORKS USING OFC :

blindsided |

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-- WET, Steve Harrington & OFC,

Steve let his swim trunks fall to the concrete and I raised my hand to my eyes, peeking through my fingers as I gulped. I swear I tried really hard not to stare, but I just couldn’t help myself. I laughed softly, even as I blushed and tried not to stare at his body.

He made his way over to me, stopping in front of me, his hand raising to lower mine as he stared down at me and bit his lip. He laughed softly and I could feel my cheeks flaming up as I met his gaze and held it. “I saw you peeking, sunshine.” - the cockiness of his tone didn’t escape me. My mouth opened and closed and his hand lowered from where it rested on my cheek, coming to a stop on my hip, clutching at it and tugging me closer. His other hand raised to my face, taking it in his hand.

There was something about the look in his eyes that had my knees almost instantly turning to jello and my breath catching in my throat. Meanwhile, my heart was hammering wild against my chest and I managed to gasp out softly, “Steve?” in question as his lips inched closer and closer to mine.

“Yeah, princess?” he hummed into the kiss, his voice thick with desire and heavily distracted as his eyes roamed over me entirely, even slower than a minute ago. “Use your words.” he instructed, almost firmly, chuckling at my flustered and wide eyed reaction to it as he deepened the kiss, breaking away to breathe and muttering in a daze, “You’re so fucking cute when you blush like that.” and just to tease me, his tongue ghosted the outline of my bottom lip.

“It’s such a turn on, how innocent you are sometimes, princess. That.. is one of the millions of reasons I love you so much.” he mumbled as he teased at kissing me again, his mouth settling lazily on the corner of mine, him pulling his face back before I could greedily connect our mouths because God… Did I ever want to.

I was almost dripping at this point and rapidly, my breath was catching in my throat and my entire body felt like it was both on fire and all the bones holding my frame upright had fled in haste. I whimpered almost helplessly and a shiver passed through me, leading to Steve, pulling me completely against him and me, swallowing hard and whimpering all over again when I felt the way his cock twitched and rose as our bodies rubbed together lightly; almost clumsily.

“Steve.” his name tumbled out of my mouth in a breathy rush as I melted into him, cunt starting to throb. It felt like my entire body was lit on fire at the way his hands moved over it slowly, clinging to and ghosting over every single curve. The kiss broke and his lips strayed from mine down to my throat, his teeth digging in slightly as he stopped to look at me, silently asking permission. I rubbed against him again, needy, a whimpering mess because he’d stopped letting his hands and mouth wander and damn it, I needed to feel that.

“Have you ever been skinny dipping, princess?” he asked the question as his mouth zeroed in on mine again, his lips latching onto my bottom one, tugging and sucking at it until I felt it starting to ache and swell on impact. “No.” I breathed into the kiss, my arms raising to his neck, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him even deeper into the kiss until we were breathing for each other. I’m pretty sure I nearly toppled us over, my frantically rubbing against and clinging to him.

He broke the kiss and pulled away, nodding at the pool with a mischief filled smirk. “Do you want to go skinny dipping, princess? It’s just you and me.” he bit his lip as his hands moved up and down my back, his eyes searching mine for any indication of what my answer might be. I eyed the pool and my gaze flitted back up, fixing intently on him as I raised my hand, resting it against his chest, a fingertip trailing over well defined chest muscles, a needy whine coming out of his mouth quietly as he rubbed me against him all over again.

If I thought I was dripping before, I was wrong. I could practically feel my thighs going slick, sliding off of each other when I tried to clench them just a little.

“Yeah. I want to.” I answered his question finally, taking a deep breath and trying to calm my nerves. His lips curved upward in a smile and one of his hands rested against the side of my neck as his opposite fingertips danced up my spine and hooked beneath the thin little strap of my bathing suit top. The top fell away and he glanced down, swallowing hard, biting his lip as his hands made a beeline for my chest, squeezing my tits together. We rubbed against each other all over again and he drew a few ragged breaths. “Fuck.” the word left his mouth in a filthy and needy growl against my bottom lip as he nipped at it.

I was not sure how to tell him that not only was I about to skinny dip for the first time with him, but if he kept going… I was beyond fully prepared to fork over my virginity too. I stared at his chest, trying to catch my breath and work myself back down from the frenzy I felt taking over at the moment and his finger tucked beneath my chin. He tilted my face so that I was looking up, directly at him. “Everything okay, princess?”

God, the way his voice sounds right now. That perfect pitch between velvet and a growl. I could feel my legs getting even weaker at the sound of it. That and the look in his eyes as he fixed a soft gaze on me. I guess it suddenly clicked for him, his eyes getting wider, pupils blown with lust as he mumbled the question against my mouth, “Are you a virgin, sunshine?”

My head fell back as his lips broke from mine and started to dance down my throat, across and then up the side of my neck. His grip on my body tightened and when he met my gaze again, it was softer. Even more filled with desire. He swallowed hard, catching his breath as he pressed his forehead against mine. “Stop me if..” he warned, his hands moving down my sides, stopping at my hips, his fingers hooking in the side ties of my bikini bottom.

I was not about to stop him. There was no way in hell I was stopping him, not when I’ve wanted to go farther with him for a while now, we just always seem to get interrupted mid-heavy makeout. I mustered up the nerve and answered the question he’d asked a few seconds before, pressing against him, rubbing my body against his frantically, desperate to keep the friction building between us at this point. “To answer your question, yeah.” my lips broke from his and I pulled away, searching his face for a reaction. “ Why would I stop you? I want you. I want to skinny dip with you, too.” I reassured him, biting my lip and fidgeting nervously just a little bit under his gaze.

He gaped a little, wide eyed as that soft and cocky smirk crept to his lips when he realized what I was getting at, just how far I wanted to go.

“Princess.” the word came in a heated groan as he lowered his hands, hooking his arms beneath my ass and pulling me up his body. “Hold on tight.” he continued, stepping towards the deep end of his swimming pool, jumping in, submerging us both in the cool water.

We surfaced, laughing through chattering teeth. The laughter died away slowly as we locked eyes, the distance between our bodies closing all over again, skin pressed against skin. I whined quietly when I felt his cock rubbing against me.

My back hit the wall of the pool and he pressed into me even more, his eyes locked on my lips. His head lowered, his mouth brushing against mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he growled into the kiss as it deepened, rubbing me against him. “If you keep that up, sunshine..” he breathlessly warned as the soft smack of our mouths meeting over and over overpowered the words briefly, “We’re not making it to bed. And I refuse to let our first time together happen in a pool, baby girl.” he tapped a fingertip against my lips and we both took a few deep breaths, trying to calm ourselves down.

You’d think the cold pool water would help. Spoiler alert, it did not.

“You look so good all soaking wet.” Steve’s voice broke through my dazed staring and touching and he tilted my chin, making me look at him. “So fucking good.”

All I could do was nod, dazed. Drowning in his eyes. His hand caught my cheek, a gentle caress. His thumb trailed slowly over my bottom lip, making me rock against him, suddenly not caring that he was hell bent on… Other things.. Happening elsewhere. I wanted what I wanted and damn it, I wanted it now.

“So do you.” okay, so maybe I’m not the best at being smooth but I wasn’t lying either. I was being 100 percent honest. Then again, it could be argued that Steve Harrington looks damn good, wet or dry.

Or that’s what I think anyway.

He chuckled quietly, placing little noisy pecks on my cheeks, the bridge of my nose and my mouth, making me pout when he pulled away a little just before I could go in for a real kiss. “That’s not fair.” I frowned, pretending to be hurt.

“Oh, you wanted me to kiss you, huh? That can be arranged, baby girl.” Steve’s hands dug into my thighs to keep me from slipping down his body and my back pressed even harder into the wall of the pool as his mouth found mine, his tongue slipping between my lips, overlapping mine. I rubbed and rocked myself against him and he groaned out my name, bucking himself against me right back, that teasing look of warning in his eyes. “Careful, princess or I’ll take you upstairs.”

“But Steve.. Maybe I want you to take me upstairs.” I mumbled as my lips broke away from his and moved slowly, lightly down the side of his neck. A quiet growl and the warmth of his breath against my skin had me shivering, giddy with anticipation.

He groaned, bucking himself into me a little more urgently, mumbling next to my ear quietly, “Oh you do, hm? Well, see, I want to take you upstairs.”

“So do it.” I gasped as I felt his cock brush right against my practically throbbing core. My legs and fingers dug into his body and he captured my mouth with his, his teeth latching on to my lower lip, tugging a little. “So do it, hm?” he muttered quietly, a voice thick with lust. “Are you sure you want me to, princess?”

“P-please?’ I practically whimpered as I rubbed myself against him all over again.

Wordlessly, he started to walk towards the shallow end of the pool, carrying me, stopping halfway to sit me on the edge so he could climb out. Once he’d climbed out, he bent, scooping me up, chuckling against my mouth, “You have no idea what you just asked for, princess.” making me giggle into the kiss, “No, but.. I’m dying to find out.” a needy whine escaping when he opened the back door to his house and stepped inside, sitting me on top of the washing machine and stepping between my legs, staring down at me a few seconds in a lust filled daze.

“Steve, please.” I whimpered as his hand crept slowly up the inside of my thigh and I could feel myself getting wetter, the dull throb turning more urgent. By the time his hand was flat against my throbbing heat, I was rocking against it clumsily and he was sucking on my neck as he slipped me off the washing machine and started to walk up the staircase with me in his arms.

My back met his bedroom door with a soft thud and he reached down, trying the handle, not bothering to break the kiss. The ragged sounds of our breathing filled the silence around us, driving it out and when he finally got the door open partially, he kicked at it with his foot to open it completely, stepping inside and sitting me on his desk while he rummaged through one of the drawers on it, knelt down.

He rose slightly with a triumphant smirk, sitting a condom on the desk. But his eyes locked on me and he bit his lip, not standing completely, instead, positioning himself between my legs, licking his lips as he smirked up at me.

“Wanna taste you, princess. Can I?” he breathed out against my inner thigh as his mouth started to roam upwards. My breath caught in my throat and I squirmed at the way his mouth felt on my thigh. My hand gripped the edge of the desk and my other hand carded through thick wet hair, tangling in it, my head falling back as I felt his tongue rolling over my thigh. When his teeth scraped against, clamping down gently, I moaned out loud and I felt him smirking against my skin. He stopped to look up at me. “Fuck.” he groaned as his nose bumped right against my center. “So wet already.”

As soon as his lips latched onto my clit, sucking at it, the grip I had on his hair tightened. “Steve, oh, oh..” I moaned out, rocking against his mouth, the way it felt almost too much for me to handle. He groaned against my core, the vibration racing through my body and I couldn’t help but dig my heels into his back. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly take anymore teasing and tears were starting to sting my eyes, I felt his fingers bury deep in my core, his tongue plunging in behind them, scissoring and massaging and swirling until I felt myself shaking a little, my stomach tensing right up and that throbbing sensation I’d been feeling, well.. It was sharp now, almost sharp enough that I wanted to scream, to beg him for more. My fingers slid over his scalp, tugging at his hair and I rocked myself against his tongue and fingers after he looked up at me and muttered with a smirk, “C’mon.. Move your hips for me, princess. If you think it feels good now, it’ll feel so much better, I promise.”

“Ah. Oh, fuck.” I moaned, rocking my hips against his mouth as his tongue and fingers moved faster, plunged deeper. I could feel myself racing towards an orgasm and I was trying to hold back, not sure what to do in the situation entirely.

I was kind of just letting him lead at this point. He was the one who knew what he was doing… and oh boy, did he ever know what he was doing, the thought came, just as he glanced up, his mouth glistening with my juices as he bit his lip and winked. “Does that feel good?”

“So good.” I pouted down at him because he’d stopped and it was driving me crazy. When I felt his tongue lapping at my core all over again, his teeth grazing against my clit, I sucked in a sharp breath and moaned his name over and over.

“You taste so fucking good, princess.” he groaned out against me, glancing up, muttering in a quieter tone, “C’mon, let go.”

He didn’t have to repeat himself, with a few more deep thrusts of that thick tongue and the slow and almost teasing kitten licks to my folds, my orgasm shattered through, leaving me shaky all over, desperately bucking myself against his tongue and fingers as I rode it out. And Steve groaned as he greedily licked me clean, raising to stand, pulling me forward on his desk, grabbing the condom he’d stopped to get before getting distracted and a second later, my back was hitting the mattress softly, Steve following me down.

I heard the foil packet ripping quietly and I clung to him, my arms around his neck as he stared down at me, a soft look in lust blown brown eyes. “You’re sure, right?”

“Steve, please.” I begged, rubbing myself against him, his cock dragging between my folds and making him groan and buck right back, hissing sharp as his mouth found mine and swallowed up my whimpers and moans in a deep, heated kiss.

His hand lowered, wrapping around his thick length, guiding the condom down. Then he teased it along my folds, making me shiver and arch myself upward, desperate to have him buried inside me. “Steve, baby, c’mon.” I begged, making him smirk all over again as he pushed into me carefully, going still when I winced and my nails raked down his back. His hips snapped against me slowly, deep thrusts that had me clinging to him, trying to keep my breath and keep from screaming his name over and over.

He leaned down, muttering against the shell of my ear, “We’re the only ones here. You can be as loud as you want, princess.” as he chuckled. I blushed and nodded, rocking my hips up into him, the slap of our bodies meeting and the quiet creak of the bed, the headboard hitting the wall were nothing compared to me moaning his name and begging for more, harder, faster, when he bottomed out and it felt so good I had to drag my nails over his shoulders and down his back again. His mouth found mine and his hands roamed all over me as he continued to slowly plow me into his mattress. “Love you so so so so so much.” he muttered against my neck when the kiss broke.

“Love you too.” I moaned out as his hips continued to snap slowly but a lot more erratically against mine. When he bottomed out inside me again, I shivered and clung to him tighter, resting my hand against his cheek, rolling my thumb over his lips and giggling softly when I could feel them quiver at the touch.

“God, I’m so close. Fuck.” he breathed out, licking his lips as he stared down at me. I nodded and muttered against his skin as my mouth moved over it, “Me too. So close, baby.” with my legs digging into his sides as I raised them, wrapping around him. The new position hit totally different and Steve slowed to a stop, breathless kisses all over my face, then my throat, his lips lingering over the little bruises and bite marks he’d already left behind gingerly as he tried to back away from his orgasm. “Steve, please?” I begged, casting a pleading glance at him. He swallowed hard and nodded, tongue rolling over the shape of that kissable mouth as he mumbled quietly against my ear, “Are you ready for me, baby girl?”

“Yes.” I breathed out, my back arching as he started to slam into me deeper, harder, his hands holding my hips against the bed and making me whimper and beg for just a little movement with him shaking his head. But it didn’t matter that he wasn’t letting me rock my hips up to meet his thrusts, it still felt so amazing. I clung to him harder, whimpering and moaning as he fucked us both right over the edge, shivering as my orgasm came washing over me, almost blinding this time. He dipped his head, burying it in my chest for a second or two, groaning as his steady thrusts slowed to a complete stop and he fell down into bed beside me, promptly reaching for me and pulling me partially on top of him.

“I like the way this feels.” he muttered as he pulled my head down, brushing his lips to the bridge of my nose, nuzzling his own nose into the top of my damp hair and inhaling quietly, one arm folded behind his head. I yawned out “Me too. Don’t wanna move.”

“And that’s the beauty of it, sunshine. We don’t have to.”, the words making me smile up at him softly, giggling about it.

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suitofvibraniumarmor · 4 years

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Boston Boys [Part Eight]

Summary: Sebastian ends up in Aurelie’s trauma bay; Chris is MIA. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1675 Chapter Warnings: Gun violence, gunshot wound, implied smut. Square Filled: The entire series (well, bits and pieces of it) will fill my Crossover square for @marvelfluffbingo. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

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“Dr. Juneau, you’ve been requested in Trauma One.”

Aurelie frowned. She hadn’t been requested by a single patient since the night John had come in to have his cut stitched up. Locking the computer she had been working on, Aurelie left her white coat behind and made way for the trauma bay.

“Adult male, approximately thirty-five. Dropped in the ambulance bay where an incoming rig found him.”

Aurelie took in as much of the information as she could while the nurses and techs hooked the man up to machines and started an IV. When the brief was over, she took a good look at her patient. Covered in blood and shaking, his face was pale and his breathing was labored.

Seb. No wonder he had asked for her. His eyes met hers. They were full of panic. She spotted movement from the arm where the nurse was attempting to start an IV. Seb’s hand was reaching out for Aurelie. She shook her head briefly.

“All right, I want a second IV, I want x-ray, CT. Figure out where this blood is coming from, what kind of injuries we’re looking at. Have a crash cart ready -- not just on standby, but ready. Now, move!”

The already chaotic movement of the team became more energized. Aurelie found the trauma scissors in her pocket and cut off his shirt while a tech cut off his pants.

“Doctor,” one nurse began, catching Aurelie’s attention, “I’ve got two GSW’s, one through-and-through in the left shoulder -- in the back, out the front -- and one still sitting near the diaphragm.”

Aurelie nodded. “All right, cancel CT, I want a mobile in the OR. Switch to oxygen on the gurney, start sedation meds, we’re rolling out now before that bullet moves. This needs to happen fast. Alert surgery.”

She let the team take Seb to the elevator; she jogged behind, texting Chris as she followed.

Seb’s in my trauma room. Wtf happened?! Heading to surgery now. Will keep you updated.

Aurelie was scrubbing out of the operating room when the familiar sounds of a scuffle called her attention to the hallway. If it was loud enough that she could hear and make out the sounds, it was serious. She finished her task and went out to see what was going on.

“Let me see him, you have to let me see him!”

Security was battling the determined mission of a redheaded woman, begging, pleading, demanding she let them see someone. Aurelie knew right away who she wanted to see.

“All right, all right, c’mon. She’s upset, can’t you see that?” Aurelie said sternly, getting between Scarlett and the guards. “Stand down, for fuck’s sake.”

Scarlett allowed Aurelie to help her to a nearby bench, but the guards didn’t go far. Aurelie motioned for them to stay calm, then sat down next to Scarlett.

“We got the stray bullet out. It was close to his diaphragm, so he’s on a ventilator right now so that we can control his breathing and allow the area to heal.”

“But he’s going to be okay?” Scarlett’s eyes were bloodshot from crying, and there was blood all over the front of her. “Aurie, you gotta tell me he’s gonna be okay.”

She hated when people called her Aurie, but this wasn’t the time to point that out. She looked sideways at the guards; one was genuinely not paying attention and the other was purposefully avoiding the personal note in the conversation.

“Barring any complications, he’ll be fine. He’s going to SICU right now, but you’ve got to let them get him settled and resting before you see him, all right? If you promise not to make a scene again, I’ll make sure you get ten minutes with him before you leave.” She held up a hand as Scarlett leaned in to hug her. “But you cannot -- cannot -- let on that you know me. To protect what I do here, I can’t be connected. To anyone.”

“I understand.”

Aurelie stood then, pulling the scrub cap from her head and shoving it in her pocket. No doubt Chris would be here soon -- they needed to talk. Stitching up random criminal lowlifes was one thing. Saving the life of someone she considered another brother was too close to home.

The pounding on Elsa’s apartment door spooked her from a deep sleep. She breathed heavy and fast as she sat up in bed, trying to decipher if the knocking was actually at her door. When the pounding started again and it was at her door, fear gripped her tighter. She just knew the bank robbers were on the other side of the door, ready to finish her off.

“Elsa, open up! It’s me, it’s Chris!”

Breathing a sigh of relief, she scrambled out of bed and went to the front door. She undid the deadbolt and the chain lock before twisting the lock on the knob. She let Chris in and immediately locked the door behind him.

“It’s three in the morning! What the hell is wrong with you? You scared the shit out of me!”

Chris wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him and kissing her roughly. Elsa reacted in kind, going along with it when Chris tugged at her legs, lifting her up off the ground and wrapping her legs around his hips. He pushed them against the nearest open wall, knocking a few picture frames from a shelf in the process. Elsa bucked her hips against him, and that’s when Chris knew he needed to slow things and explain himself.

“I wanted to see you the other day, when you called. I’ve got a lot going on I can’t tell you about right now --”

“Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and finish what you started.”

Chris grinned and pressed his lips to hers again. Elsa climbed down and pulled him toward her bedroom. She tossed off her nightgown and scooted back on the mattress while Chris tossed his shirt aside and pulled his belt from the loops holding it in place.

A few hours later, they were in the kitchen. Chris was making pancakes in his jeans, and Elsa was sitting on the counter watching in his t-shirt. She was laughing at a joke he made, thinking about how easy it was, being with Chris. There was no pressure to be anyone other than who she wanted to be, who she really was.

“I’m glad you came by,” she said, leaning over the griddle to kiss him.

Chris flipped the last pancake onto a stack with the others and turned off the heat on the stove. “I’m glad you let me in. What I was saying earlier, you know, I got a lot going on. Sometimes, there’s gonna be things I can’t tell you. But, I promise you, there’s no other girls, nothing that’s gonna hurt you. I want to tell you more, but I’ve at least got to tell you that because if I don’t -- if I don’t -- Elsa, I can be myself with you. I need that in my life, more than I can explain. You ground me, you keep me real. I know it hasn’t been that long, but you -- you’re a game-changer. I want to do better because of you.”

For a speech like that, Elsa could forget about the pancakes. She slid off the counter and put her hands on his bare hips. “I was thinking the same about you just now. About how I can be myself with you. It’s … it’s easy, being around you.”

Chris smiled. “Easy, yeah. That’s exactly it.”

Elsa went up on tiptoe to kiss him, effectively erasing the pancakes from his mind as well.

Before Aurelie closed out her shift the next morning, she went up to the surgical care unit to check on Seb. He was still on the ventilator, but holding steady. Scarlett was there too, curled up in a chair with a blanket. Aurelie was as quiet as she could be, but Scarlett was a light sleeper.

“Hey,” she greeted, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Thanks for whatever you said to the nurses. They let me stay all night.”

Aurelie nodded. “How long have you two been …?”

“Together. We’re together. It’s new. I was hung up on Chris for a long time, you know, but Seb never gave up. Guess I finally gave him a chance to show me what he was about and I was all for it.”

“That’s good. He’s been after you since before you and Chris, you know.”

“Really?” Scarlett’s eyes watered over.

“Yeah. Trust me. Sisters know shit.”

Scarlett nodded. “We were at a bar, some guy got mouthy. We made to leave and the guy followed us out, tried to grab me. I can hold my own, but --”

“But Seb wanted to protect you,” Aurelie finished.

“He did. I thought -- I thought he was going to die right there in my arms, you know? All the close calls we’ve had, all the referrals. Some dumbass in a bar was gonna be the one to take him out.”

Aurelie looked down at the gurney, and blue eyes looked back up at her. She motioned for Scarlett to come over. “I think he’s gonna be just fine. You’ve got a lot of years of this asshole ahead of you.”

Scarlett was out of the chair in an instant. She slipped her hand into Seb’s, and his eyes moved from Aurelie’s to hers. Aurelie promised both of them that things were going to be fine; she would send the floor doctor in immediately.

“Hey, real quick -- was Chris upset when he came by?”

Scarlett frowned. “I haven’t seen Chris since he left the shop yesterday.”

“Huh. Okay.”

So no one had heard from him since he went to see Robert the day before. Frowning, and with a million scenarios playing through her head, Aurelie alerted the charge nurse that Seb was awake, then hurriedly gathered her things to get out of there and start looking for her brother.

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Boston Boys: @the-murder-strut-murdered-me @becs-bunker @shield-agent78 @patzammit @crazyandanonymous4u@ntlmundy @jennmurawski13 @okay-maybe-i-like-marvel-too

#marvelfluffbingo2020 #chris evans #john krasinski #crossover #fanfiction #criminal!au #queue and i remember budapest very differently

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lullabieswrappedinlies · 4 years

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Boston Boys [Part Eight]

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“Dr. Juneau, you’ve been requested in Trauma One.”

“Adult male, approximately thirty-five. Dropped in the ambulance bay where an incoming rig found him.”

The already chaotic movement of the team became more energized. Aurelie found the trauma scissors in her pocket and cut off his shirt while a tech cut off his pants.

She let the team take Seb to the elevator; she jogged behind, texting Chris as she followed.

Seb’s in my trauma room. Wtf happened?! Heading to surgery now. Will keep you updated.

“Let me see him, you have to let me see him!”

Security was battling the determined mission of a redheaded woman, begging, pleading, demanding she let them see someone. Aurelie knew right away who she wanted to see.

“All right, all right, c’mon. She’s upset, can’t you see that?” Aurelie said sternly, getting between Scarlett and the guards. “Stand down, for fuck’s sake.”

Scarlett allowed Aurelie to help her to a nearby bench, but the guards didn’t go far. Aurelie motioned for them to stay calm, then sat down next to Scarlett.

“We got the stray bullet out. It was close to his diaphragm, so he’s on a ventilator right now so that we can control his breathing and allow the area to heal.”

“But he’s going to be okay?” Scarlett’s eyes were bloodshot from crying, and there was blood all over the front of her. “Aurie, you gotta tell me he’s gonna be okay.”

“I understand.”

“Elsa, open up! It’s me, it’s Chris!”

“It’s three in the morning! What the hell is wrong with you? You scared the shit out of me!”

“I wanted to see you the other day, when you called. I’ve got a lot going on I can’t tell you about right now --”

“Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and finish what you started.”

“I’m glad you came by,” she said, leaning over the griddle to kiss him.

Chris smiled. “Easy, yeah. That’s exactly it.”

Elsa went up on tiptoe to kiss him, effectively erasing the pancakes from his mind as well.

“Hey,” she greeted, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Thanks for whatever you said to the nurses. They let me stay all night.”

Aurelie nodded. “How long have you two been …?”

“That’s good. He’s been after you since before you and Chris, you know.”

“Really?” Scarlett’s eyes watered over.

“Yeah. Trust me. Sisters know shit.”

Scarlett nodded. “We were at a bar, some guy got mouthy. We made to leave and the guy followed us out, tried to grab me. I can hold my own, but --”

“But Seb wanted to protect you,” Aurelie finished.

“Hey, real quick -- was Chris upset when he came by?”

Scarlett frowned. “I haven’t seen Chris since he left the shop yesterday.”

“Huh. Okay.”

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Like A Whisper In The Night - 3

Authors Note: So an early post! I’ve been working on this one a lot, trying to get a decent idea of Layne’s abilities and a hint at who she is outside of The Avengers. I’m so used to seeing these OFCs where they’re healing a broken Bucky and I kind of want to turn it on it’s head a little, have them take care of each other. So bear with me as I work through how I really want to go about that.

Music Note: I’ve been excitedly awaiting DOROTHY’s new album and listened through their entire discography the other day and realized how much their album speaks to the feeling I wanted this book to have. The band will be woven into the rest of this story. All music belongs to them and I would really suggest looking into them, they’re fantastic.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC | Word Count: 7,447 | Warnings: Swearing, Manipulation, Alcohol | Song: Gun In My Hand - DOROTHY

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The next day Layne had decided to have a mental health day. She slept poorly, nightmares of Greg Andrews’ memories haunting her. They were mixed in with the girl from Hong Kong and a few from other people she had infiltrated before joining up with The Avengers. In true mental health day fashion, Layne forwent wearing makeup and her long brown hair was twisted up into a heap on the top of her head. She was wearing a thin, black, worn out Motorhead tank top and red flannel pajama pants. She had zero plans of having social interaction with anyone on the team today or even leaving her room. Layne was currently curled up in a mountain of pillows on her bed painting her toenails blue. She took a deep swig out of a bottle of Spotted Cow, the New Glarus sampler pack sitting on the floor next to her bed. It was one of the only home comforts she asked Tony to get for her, the specialty beer only available for sale in Wisconsin. Her stereo was blaring music loud enough to pulse her walls and softly rattle the mirrors. Tony had most of the building set up to be relatively soundproof after Bucky with his night terrors and so far none of her neighbors complained about the volume she kept her music at any time she was inhabiting her room. The guitar and bass hummed together in a deep, melodic tone as the female vocalist rasped over the top of a double bass drum.

“Why did love put a knife in my heart Why did love open up my scars Why did love put a knife in my heart In my bed, in my head, in my heart.

Was it for redemption Was it for revenge Was it for the bottle Was it for the ledge Was it for the thrill that pushes my hope to the edge Why did love, why did love put a gun in my hand?”

It took Layne a few minutes to realize that someone was even knocking at her door under the pounding of her music. She carefully hopped off the bed and opened her door, trying not to smudge her wet polish. Layne was startled again by Bucky being on the other side of her door. She gave a crooked half smile and leaned against her door frame, her arms crossed over her chest. “Well, well, Mr. Barnes. What can I do for you?” Layne tried to play cool, despite the fact that her heart was going a million miles a minute at the sight of him in a tight baby blue V neck shirt that made his eyes seem so much brighter and acid wash jeans.

Bucky looked her up and down really quick, trying to ignore the fact that Layne didn’t appear to be wearing a bra while grimacing slightly at the music that blared into the hallway with her open door. “What is that noise?” Bucky asked, his brows knitting together and looking past Layne. Layne’s smile faltered slightly and she didn’t stop him as Bucky slipped passed her into her room.

“It’s blues rock. Is it too loud?” Layne asked closing the door behind him and then turning down the radio to a more palatable level before she sat back down on the bed and continued painting her toenails.

“Blues-rock, huh? When did that become a thing?” Bucky asked leaning against her couch. Layne reached down and grabbed a Staghorn out of the sampler pack and handing it to Bucky. Bucky took it with a grateful smile and cracked the top off with his metal palm.

“Um, 1960’s? You know, Lonnie Mack and Eric Clapton? No, wait, I guess you wouldn’t. It’s good. I think you’d probably like Eric Clapton more than this stuff; he’s a little more mellow.” Layne pointed her stereo remote and hit a button, Sunshine of Your Love playing softly in the background. “So, this band is technically Cream, but it’s what made Eric Clapton really famous before he went solo. Incredibly talented instrumentalist and his vocals were so necessary for the era.”

Bucky listened and as he intently watched her paint her nails. He couldn’t help but smile slightly at the passion in which she spoke about music. “It’s…groovy?” Bucky asked sounding a little unsure. Layne laughed, a soft bell-like sound that caused tiny wrinkles around her caramel eyes.

“Groovy good or groovy bad?” Layne asked through her chuckle.

“Good. I like it,” Bucky reassured. “More than what you first had playing.”

Layne’s laughter died a little and she nodded, twisting the cap onto her polish and setting it on her nightstand. “Well, when you’re listening outside of your preferred genre you have to separate it out. Start with the words, add the voice, then put in the instruments. But it’s probably a good thing these guys never got picked up, the vocalist just couldn’t hack it,” Layne responded, her tone clipped. She caught Bucky’s confusion and waved her hand before he had a chance to respond. “Never mind Bucky. You never answered on why I’m graced with your presence this morning.”

Bucky hesitated, trying to figure out if he had offended her in some way before getting down to the matter at hand. “Stark called a mandatory meeting and you didn’t show up, so they sent me to come find you.”

Layne’s caramel eyes widened and she dashed over to her desk to check her phone. “Oh, shoot. It died and I didn’t realize,” she tossed her phone back down on the desk and looked at him oddly. “Did they send you because you just found out where my room is?”

Bucky groaned and ran both of his hands through his hair, the orange of the lamps in Layne’s room reflecting softly off of his metal arm. “Vision ratted me out, huh?” Bucky had gone down his list for eliminating rooms yesterday to figure out which one was Layne’s when he was left with two doors that he didn’t know. He chanced the one on the right only to have Vision faze out of the wall next to him. Bucky didn’t even know Vision had his own room. Vision had kindly directed Bucky to the only other door that he couldn’t figure out, the door that happened to be right across the hall from Bucky’s. Feeling like an idiot, he had thanked Vision, not thinking that the android would later go and tattle on him.

Layne laughed again, opening a few drawers in her dresser and pulling random articles of clothing out. “Yes. I was wondering how you managed to find me. You had never been neighborly before, but I figured you found me because of the racket. I’m just going to get changed really quick; you don’t have to wait if you don’t want.” Layne said, disappearing into the bathroom. She took in her reflection in the mirror and grimaced, not expecting to have to leave her room or have anyone in her room she really didn’t put any effort into looking presentable. Layne tried not to think too hard about the fact that she was hanging out with Bucky without a bra on as she got dressed. Putting a little bit of foundation powder on her face and a light coat of mascara she deemed herself relatively okay for a team assembly. She thought a moment on her choice of apparel, knowing it’s not everyone’s version of comfy, but most of Layne’s clothes were concert ready since that was her scene back home. Whenever Layne wasn’t working on papers or in labs for school she was either on or behind a stage. She wondered if Bucky would judge her on the holes and the bare midriff, and then stopped to wonder why she cared so much. Bucky hadn’t put any interest in her until now and she certainly wasn’t looking to turn heads at work.

Bucky waited for the bathroom door latch to click before striding over to her stereo and popping the player open. A burned disc with ‘DOROTHY’ written across the top in purple Sharpie sat in the tray. “FRIDAY? Can you get me a copy of this?” Bucky asked, looking at the ceiling. Recognizing the name he looked up at the walls and saw the poster with the name DOROTHY scrawled across the front of a woman’s bright red lips, tongue out, and two switchblades crossed on other side poised to cut the appendage off.

“Can do, Sgt. Barnes,” came the response, a little too loud for his liking. He looked up as the bathroom door clicked open and quickly shut the tray, moving back to his spot on the couch.

Bucky’s heart sputtered momentarily as he took in Layne’s torn skinny jeans that settled on her hips and her flat midriff showing below a maroon shirt with Motley Crue stamped on the front. She was throwing a navy blue flannel around her shoulders, buttoning it up to just below her breasts and covering the exposed flesh of her abdomen. She looked up from her buttons, noticing Bucky was waiting for her and let out a dazzling smile that made Bucky’s heart sputter again. He cleared his throat and walked over to meet her at her front door, confused about the emotions he was feeling.

“What’s Motley Crue?” Bucky asked, reaching out carefully and moving the lapel of the flannel aside. Layne tsked and shook her head, looking at him with disapproval, not being able to hide the soft pink flush behind her hair. Bucky wanted to run his fingers across her cheeks and feel the heat that sat there.

“If you’re going to keep showing up at my door, Barnes, we’re going to have to do some music education,” Layne responded, heading off ahead of him towards the common room. Bucky shut her door behind them and took a moment to admire how tight those jeans were for a moment before catching up.

“And why all the holes?” he asked motioning to her pants.

Layne laughed, light dancing in her eyes. “Everyone likes a good draft, Barnes.”

~*~

“Alright, everyone,” Tony started, clapping his hands together when Layne and Bucky finally arrived. “The star of today’s meeting is officially here.” He strode over and took Layne by the elbow she let out a small squeak of surprise as she was drug in front of everyone. Her caramel eyes widened and a flush took over her cheeks as she looked up at Tony and then out at the rest of the team that was either lounging on or around the big leather couch in the middle of the room. The only one that wasn’t being apart of the meeting was Loki, who was sitting off to the side in a window seat with a hefty leather-bound tome.

“What? The star?” Layne asked, her mouth going dry. Was she being made an example of? “Did I do something wrong?” she asked hoarsely.

“What? No! Just after the last couple of missions and watching the tape from your incredible interrogation yesterday I think all of us are a little curious to see what you can do in a calm and safe environment,” Tony explained enthusiastically, clapping his hand sharply in the middle of her back. She sputtered and her flush brightened and she looked around the room for any sign of help to get her out of this.

Steve was leaning on the back of the couch and he straightened and walked over to her. “It’s so that we can all get a better idea of how to place you on missions and how to move forward training you. We know your hand to hand combat is mediocre and your gun skills are sort of lacking so maybe it’s better to keep you back as support, like Wanda. Which is okay, we just need to understand it better and the field is too chaotic to watch it happen and get a grasp on it,” he explained softly setting his large hands on her shoulders.

Layne’s eyesight came up to only Steve’s collar bone; she was close enough to take in the sharp, pine sight of his cologne and fresh tang of his shaving cream. He was dressed in a white button-up shirt and jeans and she couldn’t help but smile as she noticed he missed a button. Layne buttoned it for him quick, startling him slightly before stepping back and nodding.

“Yeah, alright. So what do you guys want to know?” she asked fiddling nervously with her fingers. She dug deep inside herself to find that rock star she had always wanted to be, to pull that confidence out and not shrink down to a meek little girl in front of her teammates. She needed to prove she was strong and that she deserved to be here.

Natasha raised her hand from where she sat in between Sam and Wanda on the couch in a white tank top and yoga pants, she must have just come from working out. “Can you show us the thing you did with the persuasion?” she asked, resting her elbows on her knees. Layne licked her lips and stepped over the wooden coffee table that was separating them, sitting on it carefully. She held her hands out, palms up, to Natasha who hesitated for a moment before putting her palms down on Layne’s. Layne slowly wrapped her fingers around Natasha’s wrists and rubbed little circles with her thumbs, she caught Nat’s gaze locking Natasha’s green eyes with her own, her caramel eyes lighting up with flames.

“Tell me, Natasha, how old are you?” Layne asked simply.

Natasha ground her teeth together slightly and cocked her head to the side. “Thirty-three,” she responded, sounding breathless.

“I knew you weren't twenty-five!” Sam exclaimed and clapped his hands together. Natasha twitched a little in Layne’s grasp and Layne raised an eyebrow. Natasha relaxed back into Layne’s grip, seemingly placated.

“Do you talk about me behind my back?” Layne asked and Natasha’s expression darkened slightly.

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you say,” Layne cooed softly.

The team watched in fascination as the skin that Layne touched glow with a soft orange light. Sam reached out to touch Natasha’s skin but was stopped when Layne calmly stomped on his foot. As she didn’t have shoes on it certainly didn’t hurt him at all, but it stopped his advance.

Natasha gritted her teeth and her breathing sped up a little. She made a little humming sound and Layne just tightened her grip in response. “That I don’t think you’re up to being an Avenger. That I think that training you is a waste of time and you’re just going to get someone killed,” Nat finally spit out quickly. As soon as the words were out of her mouth she took a deep breath and her expression went back into that look of calm complacency.

The others cast worried glances at each other. The Russian hadn’t exactly been quiet about her opinions on the new recruit, especially after the end of Layne’s mandatory ten hours of gun training. Natasha wasn’t convinced Layne would be good at anything other than getting in the way. However, Natasha was always relatively pleasant with Layne when in the same room or during training.

“Really? How about you tell Loki something you’d never want him to know?” Layne directed sliding her hands up Natasha’s forearms. Layne’s face was calm and passive, she was trying to sound indifferent, but the team could hear the underlying hurt in her voice. Loki looked up with interest for the first time during all of this. He had shown up only because this was supposed to be a team learning experience, he had been working with Layne for months on her skills and none of what she did was very new to him. Even though he had heard and been amused by Layne’s stories of petty vengeance that she would get on her brother’s back home, he had never gotten a chance to witness it in person and was pleased that he got to be apart of her getting a bit of revenge on the red head.

Natasha’s eyes went wide and her skin pale, she shook her head slightly and licked her lips. “No,” she rasped out hoarsely. Everyone knew that Natasha was still upset with Loki for taking over Clint’s heart back in the beginning and they all stared at Layne and Natasha with held breath. No one thought that Layne could convince Natasha into saying something sweet to the Norse God, let alone something she was keeping a secret, the Russian would sooner cut out her own tongue.

“Do it, Natasha,” Layne demanded with more force.

Natasha started making that soft humming noise again, her cheeks flaring red and she bit her bottom lip. Layne stared at her patiently, rubbing Nat’s forearms slowly. “I think his ass looks amazing in those pants he always wears,” Natasha just about screamed. Layne unceremoniously took her hands away, breaking the contact. Natasha gasped, her hands flying to her heart and her skin tinged with a green undertone. The whole room burst out into laughter and Loki smirked to himself, looking pleased, before returning to his book.

“I’ll have to change my wardrobe. I wouldn’t want my ass to distract you on a mission, Ms. Romanoff,” Loki chuckled, serenely turning a page.

“What the fuck, Hardin?” Natasha hissed, venom lacing her words. Everyone’s laughter died out into awkward chuckling. Everyone immediately prepared themselves to have to pull the red head off of Layne before she did any damage to the smaller girl.

Layne just calmly stared into Natasha’s green eyes, her own eyes having cooled and returned to their usual melted caramel color. “I’m sorry that I embarrassed you, but I needed to make demands that everyone knew you wouldn’t want to answer. Although I must say, I had ulterior motives. I definitely thought you were talking about me behind my back,” Layne stood and swung her legs back over the other side of the coffee table so she was standing across from the couch again.

“What did it feel like, Nat?” Bucky asked from his stool at the breakfast counter. He had been watching the exchange just as intently as he had back in the interrogation room yesterday. He could care less about things the ex-mercenary had said and more about how she had been reacting as she was saying it or trying not to as the case may be.

Natasha shook her head, still rubbing at her chest over her heart. “It was like I had sunk into a warm bath and it was like cotton was filling every part of my head. When she asked me a question,” Natasha paused, giving an icy glare. “I wanted to answer, to make her happy. The more I tried to hold the answer back the hotter Layne’s fingers got and it felt like hot coals were sitting in my stomach. Once I answered everything was pleasant again like I was back in the bath. And then Layne let me go and it was like she’d broken my heart. I feel like I have an empty hole in my chest.”

Layne pursed her lips and frowned softly. “I’m sorry. I don’t have a cure-all for that; it will go away by tomorrow.”

“It doesn’t hurt worse than my pride,” the redhead responded sinking into the couch.

“Would it help if I come do a dance for you in just the pants?” Loki called over from his spot in the window, not even looking up from his book.

Natasha just closed her eyes and looked like she was counting backward from ten. Her fingers twitched towards the blade she kept snapped on her hip.

“Alright, alright, team. That was a perfect demonstration, Layne. Maybe a little too perfect,” Steven said holding his hands up. “How are you feeling, Layne? Can you show us taking someone over?”

Layne looked at Cap and chewed her bottom lip. She should have known that they would want to see that. “I could on, like, Clint, Sam, or Tony if they’re okay with it? It’s probably the safest bet. They’re not enhanced or an Inhuman and I don’t really to put Natasha through that too.”

Natasha’s glance shot up at Layne before back down to her lap, it looked like she was giving her a small look of gratitude. Her heart being controlled like that was more taxing than Natasha thought it was going to be. Sam calmly took Natasha’s hand in his own and patted it softly, trying to ease some of whatever Natasha was still feeling.

Tony shook his head and raised a hand to silence Clint who had started to step forward to volunteer. “We were hoping you’d take on one of the big guys,” he said addressing Layne carefully. “Mostly because we were hoping they could fight back.”

Layne whirled on Tony and sent him a steely glare. “Excuse me? Do you have any idea what that felt like? It was like a chainsaw was ripping my skull in half and I didn’t even ask how Andrews was feeling, but I know you saw how an ass ton of blood vessels in his face all burst.”

“Well, yeah, but the big guys heal quick,” Tony said, still sounding chipper as he thwacked Steve on the bicep. “And we have the doc.” Banner frowned, looking uncomfortable by the whole scenario. Layne and him had spoken some when she had come down to work with Banner in the labs; she told him how much she hated taking people over and how their memories always stuck with her. He couldn’t begin to fathom what awful things Layne had seen in that pedophile's brain and he knew she still wasn’t recovered from it.

“Maybe it’s not the best idea,” Clint spoke up, stepping forward. “She mentioned seeing ‘bad stuff’ in Andrews’ head. The worst she’s going to find in mine is Budapest.”

“Budapest wasn’t that bad,” Natasha said softly from her spot on the couch. “Besides, who knows what’s in your head after your possession from the horned wonder back there. You’re fuzzy on some of it and she could dredge it all back up for you.”

“Okay, we really need to get a beer and discuss what you think Budapest was,” Clint said pointing a finger at her and giving her a sharp look, Natasha just raised her hands in the air and shrugged. “And we all have skeletons in our closet. No matter who she takes over there’s a chance she’s going to see some not okay stuff. But I think either myself or Sam is going to be her best bet.” Clint looked to Sam to help back him up and Sam just shrugged.

“We’ve been fighting less and less ‘normal’ bad guys. They’re enhanced now, Clint, or have powers. Maybe since we have the doctor in the house, it’s not the worst idea to have Layne take on Cap,” Sam countered gently. He looked up as Banner let out an oddly deep grumble. Banner tried to cover it with a cough and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Look!” Layne snapped. “I don’t want to do this to anyone. But I’m one hundred percent not doing it with one of the wonder twins.” She motioned to Steve and Bucky. She’s seen them fight physically she didn’t want to have to fight them mentally. Especially not when she didn’t know that she could be fought against, it was new territory to her and she didn’t want to hurt anyone.

“No, you look, we have the doc here for if anything goes wrong. Which it won't. Because you’re great and we believe in you,” Tony reasoned.

“Stop trying to argue that it’s okay just because Bruce is here,” Layne shot back.

Bucky stood up and walked over to the three. “Listen, if she says it’s dangerous then we should listen to her,” Bucky argued back, stepping between Layne and Tony.

“It’s not dangerous! We’re all here, in a calm and safe environment,” Tony said moving to step past Bucky, but he just squared his shoulders and stared him down. Tony frowned and put his hands up. “Fine, okay, you want to play that way. Kid, you’re not cleared for any future missions until you do this so we can see that you can be in control if it happens again. We can’t just knock you out every time you can’t handle yourself.”

Layne opened her mouth to argue and then closed it with a snap. Tony was right; she couldn’t just go out on the field and become a liability. What if she lost control of an enemy and they attacked one of the team by surprise thinking that Layne had everything covered? She let out a huff of air that flared her nostrils and caused Tony to falter as her eyes flared fire for a split second before she nodded in affirmation. Bucky sighed and turned to her, running his flesh fingers through his hair.

“Alright, doll, let’s do this,” he said bracing himself. Steve immediately stepped up and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t think that’s the best idea, Buck,” he said softly, scratching his head and giving him a look.

“What? She’s not going to go digging in my brain for anything. Are you?” Bucky asked Layne and she just shrugged.

“I can’t technically look for anything. Like, maybe I can? I haven’t tried. Normally I just get a burst of things when I first infiltrate someone,” she explained, chewing on the corner of her mouth.

Steve gave Bucky and even more pointed look. “What if she dredged up Winter Soldier stuff, Buck? They might have done a fine job repressing it all in Wakanda, but she could accidentally pull it all back to the surface.” Steve asked, his brows furrowed in concern. He rolled up his sleeves and turned his blue eyes to Layne. “Alright, Whisper, it’s you and me.” Bucky opened his mouth to argue, but Steve silenced him with a look. Bucky ducked his head and took a step back, throwing his arms out to the side. He understood that Steve was just concerned for him, but sometimes he got irritated with everyone walking on eggshells around him. It had been two years since he had attacked the Avengers as the Winter Soldier and while he was still plagued with nightmares, they had been less frequent and he was finally starting to feel like he was getting into a healthy space.

Tony clapped Bucky on the shoulder and motioned with his head to move back. Bucky shook Tony’s hand off of him and went to stand behind Layne. Layne looked at him with confusion and Bucky just shrugged. “You hit your face on the floor last time. Don’t need to do that again,” he said curtly holding his hands out on either side of her. Layne cocked her head to the side and smiled softly at this thoughtfulness, placing her hands in his. Bucky’s heart skipped a beat as she entwined her fingers in his and crossed his arms around her waist. He glared at Sam as he snickered a remark into Natasha’s ear, causing her to giggle.

“Super hearing, Wilson,” Bucky grumbled and Sam just smiled wider at him. Clint was giving Bucky the dad eye and Bucky quickly broke his eyes away. Loki had paused reading his book and was watching the exchange with rapt focus.

“Ready, Captain?” Layne whispered. Squeezing Bucky’s hands tightly she took a deep breath, finding her calm center to where she could focus on the beating of her heart and the pulse of blood through her veins. She locked eyes with Steve’s deep blue ones and then everything went dark.

Bucky tensed as Layne turned to dead weight in his arms, he sunk down slowly to the floor and set Layne’s back against his chest, watching his friend intently. Everyone was on pins and needles; Loki had stood and joined the rest of the team around the couch, Clint and Tony were ready to try to knock Steve out if needed, Bruce had come around and knelt down next to Bucky to take Layne’s wrist in his hands and keep track of her pulse. Sam, Natasha, and Wanda all sat forward on the couch looking nervous, Wanda took Vision’s hand in her own.

This was the part Layne always loved, being outside of herself. She felt as soft as a feather, seeing as she had no substantial body or weight. She looked down at the conglomerate of auras, noting that Dr. Banner had two warring inside of him. Layne had never seen Bruce’s aura and she honestly wasn’t surprised to see the calm blue aura battling the neon green. She could see her own body, lit up like a lighthouse in the fog and knew that the army green aura wrapping around her was Bucky and that was not her target. Layne was able to find and hone in on Steve’s aura and pictured her consciousness taking the form of one of Clint’s arrows; she shot herself at the heart of Steve’s aura.

It always hurt a little at first, like getting the wind knocked out of you. Steve’s aura was just as sturdy mentally as she assumed he was physically, it was like ramming into a brick wall. Layne shoved against it and managed to knock Steve’s consciousness out of his body. It happened so fast, the memories hitting her like a freight train.

It was 1940 and Steve was so tiny standing next to a short-haired, clean-shaven Sgt Barnes. Bucky was in full uniform and trying to get Steve to come along with him and two pretty young ladies at a carnival. Steve just dropped his head and waved Bucky on, leaving his friend with a tight embrace before turning away.

The next memory was patched together, flicks of a beautiful woman with brown hair always kept in neat pins and curls changed to a flicker of the woman, much older, laying in a hospital bed. She reached out an aged hand to Steve and he took it, her hand so tiny and frail in his super soldier hand.

The next memory was pain. Layne felt it deep in her core, the pain of losing this woman - who she learned was Peggy. The pain of fighting Bucky on an aircraft and trying to get him to remember who Steve was. The pain of fighting at an airport against his friends to do what he believed was right, the pain of feeling like he will never do enough to serve humankind. The pain behind the fear that he will eventually fail.

The memories passed and Layne gasped, looking out to the rest of the team with vision that was just too sharp and trying to calm the sounds that were just a little too loud. “Oh, fuck. This enhanced thing kind of sucks,” Layne groaned.

Everyone in the room had watched with trepidation as Steve suddenly went rigid before a look of pain crossed his facial features. It was the moment the swear word left his mouth, in his voice, that everyone knew that Layne had successfully entered Steve’s body. Tony walked around to face Steve, sending a quick look to Bucky who looked like he was debating between continuing to hold Layne’s body up or also approach the body of his friend.

“What are you feeling, Layne?” Bruce asked standing slowly and walking over to take Steve’s wrist in his hand to count his pulse.

Layne pinched the bridge of her nose with her free hand and took a few deep breaths. “I have some vertigo going on from memories of seeing things from a shorter perspective to suddenly being fucking tall. Everything is very loud and very bright. I can sense Steve is trying to figure out how to reenter his body when I’m occupying it, which is odd because I’ve never noticed it with anyone else.”

Bruce nodded and looked away from his watch. “Both heart rates are normal. I’ll see what I can keep track of if Cap can try to take control back.”

Tony clapped his hands together and smiled. “See, this is all working out fine. I told you.”

Loki’s brows knitted together at the same time Bucky started standing up slowly. “I’d look closer, TinMan,” Loki said coldly as Steve went rigid again.

Layne felt it immediately; it was like stone hands clamped down around her chest it felt like she was being crushed. Steve had found his way back into his body and was struggling to regain his control. Layne flexed her fingers, the muscles and veins popping out along Steve’s fore and biceps with the strain the two were causing. Layne fell to her knees, cracking the hardwood floor as she pummeled Steve’s fists into the ground to catch herself from going face first. Both Bucky and Bruce rushed forward, pushing Steve up to his knees.

“Layne? Steve? I’m going to grab your arm,” Bruce said trying to sound calm, green tinging the outer ring of his irises. “Heart rate is through the roof. One of them needs to let go.”

Bucky placed both hands on Steve’s shoulders, keeping him upright and locked his silver eyes with his best friend’s. Foam started frothing at the corner of Steve’s mouth and a drop of blood ran from his nose. Bucky pulled his metal arm back and was ready to try to knock Steve out until suddenly Steve let out a sizable gasping breath, as if he had been drowning, and grabbed onto Bucky and Bruce for support. Across the room, back in her own body, Layne stirred. Clint and Loki both rushed to her side to help her sit up.

“Heart rate is slowing back down to normal,” Bruce confirmed clapping Steve on the shoulder before going over and confirming the same with Layne.

“Well, that was one hell of a show,” Tony said, looking from the six on the floor to the four on the couch. “I think we learned a lot. What did we learn, Cap?”

Layne shook off the three men trying to ascertain if she was alright to crawl over to where Steve was quickly. Bucky tensed like he wasn’t going to let her near Steve and Layne hesitated. Bucky relaxed suddenly, realizing what he had done, and scooted to the side. Layne looked at Bucky with concern before looking at Steve.

“Hey, Captain, I’m so sorry. You guys said you wanted me to fight you; I didn’t want to you. Does it hurt? Can I get you anything?” Layne pulled off her over shirt and wiped the blood off of Steve’s face. He still looked groggy and like he wasn’t sure where he was exactly. Steve finally looked up at Layne, his blue eyes meeting her frantic and worried look.

“I’m okay, Hardin. It’s fine,” Steve brought his hand up to push her hand away gently and then swipe at his mouth. “That was, just intense. It felt like a boulder hit me in the chest and then I was blind except for a light, but I had a hard time getting to the light.”

“That was your body,” Layne explained softly, clutching her balled up shirt to her chest. Tears were pricking behind her eyes. “It’s always a light, calling you home.”

Steve nodded in understanding and took a deep breath, nausea rolling the pit of his stomach. “When I finally got to the light, I could feel you already there and I knew you didn’t belong. I remember now that the plan was to fight you, but at the time I didn’t even think of that. I just needed to get you out, but I wasn’t a thing with hands or legs or anything. I don’t understand how it happened.”

“It was just your mind, Steve. You attacked me with your mind because I had your hands and your legs and you wanted them back. That’s how it works when I infiltrate in the first place.”

Steve nodded and stood slowly, relying on Bucky for support. He looked down at Layne who was near tears and felt incredibly guilty for forcing her to go through this. “I want you training with someone. I could feel what you’re capable of and while I’m sure you were holding back because it was me, I want to know what you can do if you’re pushed.”

Loki approached Layne and helped the girl to her feet. “I’ve already been working with her; we’ll continue with a swifter time line.” The Asgardian said coolly, looking at the team as if he was daring them to object.

“I’ll help,” Bucky said, raising his hands before anyone could start arguing. “Listen. I’m a lot more equipped to handle mind control powers being aimed at me than anyone else in this room, besides Wanda or Vision. And she needs to go against someone who is enhanced.”

Steve and Tony squared up, shoulder to shoulder, to give Bucky almost identical stern looks. “And if one of those memories she pulls up are the Winter Soldier activation words? Do you come back into your body as Bucky or as the Winter Soldier?” Tony asked with a small bit of venom. It took Bucky back a step; he thought that Stark and him were moving passed everything that had happened as the Winter Soldier and was shocked to hear the small amount of accusation in his voice.

“I saw every memory she did, Buck. If she sees something you don’t want to see, you’ll see it anyway. I tried to lock down certain memories and she saw them anyway,” Steve explained, sounding desperate and a little embarrassed. He wasn’t sure why his best friend was so adamant about putting himself in the way of Layne’s powers, of being the guinea pig.

Bucky growled, sick and tired of being treated like some wounded puppy. “I can handle that. I need to feel helpful here, guys. We could put her in one hundred hours of gun training with Natasha, but it won't matter if she’s still afraid of them. I could run her through the most vigorous hand to hand combat possible and it won't matter if she comes up against someone who’s bigger, stronger, faster. We recruited Layne, gave her a codename because we saw potential for her abilities out on the field. That’s what she has; we don’t give Wanda a gun or hand wraps, why would we do that to Layne? Steve, you’re too busy being Captain America you can’t be here to take the hits again and again. The world still shrinks away when they see me on the field, let me help where I can. We all have dark memories we don’t to think about again, but I’m not afraid of admitting mine.”

The whole room was silent and staring at Bucky. They all knew he was right; they knew this was the best option. It was Tony who finally clapped his hands together and nodded. “Well since that’s settled and we all agree it will probably end up only a little terribly, I’m going to call this the end of the meeting. If anyone needs me I’m going to be reinforcing a suit for when this all goes south!”

Natasha was the first one to leave the common room, sending one last glance of embarrassment and pain to Layne, Clint following after her. Tony took his leave and Wanda and Vision went back to doing a crossword puzzle they had been working on before the meeting started. Bruce made a comment about being in his lab before also taking his leave. Sam stood up and clapped Steve on the shoulder.

“Let’s go get you a beer or twelve,” Sam said leading the still-wobbly captain away from the group and over to the breakfast bar.

Loki turned to Bucky and Layne. “We start training tomorrow at dawn and see how long we can go and decide how often we will meet depending on how it goes,” he said and vanished in a puff of green smoke. Layne rolled her eyes, always thinking his little parlor tricks were ridiculous.

Bucky turned to Layne and shifted awkwardly for a moment. “Did you need a beer?” he asked softly, still feeling bad that he had treated her like an enemy earlier.

Layne smiled softly, her heartwarming with the offer. “No. I think I’m going to go work on some music in my room. Thanks though, Bucky. For everything. I’ll see you in the morning.” She touched the flesh of his forearm softly as she walked passed him and back down to the living quarters. Bucky sighed, his heart hammering from her touch and went over to sit on the stool next to his best friend, taking the beer Sam slid to him. Not that alcohol did anything to Bucky, but even the taste and feel of drinking a beer was calming to him.

“Boy, you got it bad,” Sam whistled, cracking his beer on the lip of the counter. He looked Bucky over with laughter in his eyes as Steve turned to look at him with confusion.

“What? No. I think she’s a good kid and has the potential to be a strong addition to the team. I just want to help,” Bucky insisted, slamming half his beer down in one gulp. He didn’t want to sort through whatever his emotions were with Wilson; Bucky still wasn’t a fan of how he tried to therapist him all the time.

“Whatever you say, man. Whatever you say.” Sam laughed and just pulled the case of beer out of the fridge, setting it on the bar.

Steve took a drink of his beer and looked out the window behind Sam stoically. “If you’re into her, Buck, you should just say something to her,” Steve said. Steve was used to seeing the old Bucky pick up and put down women with ease back in the day, but once they got him back he hadn’t had much to do romantically with anyone. Which Steve understood, Bucky was healing, but maybe it was time to get back on the horse.

“Doesn’t matter. She’ll want nothing to do with me after she’s been in my head,” Bucky said, shrugging and finishing his drink.

“We told you that you don’t have to do it,” Steve argued again.

“He’s being a self-fulfilling prophecy, Cap. He’s afraid of hurting Hardin, so he thinks once she sees whats in his that she won't want anything to do with him,” Sam said, leaning on the counter and raising an eyebrow. “Tell me I’m wrong, Sergeant.”

“I’ll tell you-you're an asshole,” Bucky said and pushed himself off the stool and stomping out of the common room.

Bucky was trying to sort through all his feelings and thoughts on Layne Hardin and put some semblance of sense to them. It wasn’t long until he shook himself out of his thoughts to find himself standing outside her door. Bucky could feel the soft thudding of the bass rattling the door in its frame lightly. He shook his head, wondering how she could stand it being so loud and raised his hand to knock. It was when he caught sight of his raised metal hand that he froze. Bucky opened and closed the mechanical fingers and took a step back from her door. Layne was already going to need all of her focus on figuring herself out; she didn’t need him adding more turmoil to the mixture. Licking his lips and taking a deep breath, Bucky turned from Layne’s room crossed the hall and locked himself in his own.

“FRIDAY?” Bucky asked the air, laying down on his bed.

“Yes, Sgt. Barnes?” the soft Irish voice asked.

“Can you play that disc from Layne’s room, please?”

“Certainly, I’ll play at a lower volume than Ms. Hardin for you as I know you do not like loud noises,” FRIDAY responded and slow, stomping bass drum started followed by a growl of the guitar. Bucky laid there, trying to understand the feel of the music he was listening to before it dawned on him that he had heard the vocalist before. He smiled softly, as Layne Hardin sang from his speakers about whiskey, foolish men, and heartbreak.

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