#steve’s been helping him with anger management alright

[fluffyfantasticducky]

Mistakes and regrets

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki is a prisoner that sees his way out through pretending to you, but when he finds true love he doesn't know how to deal with the guilt of making a very similar damage to the one that had been done to him when he was used for what originally were selfish reasons.

☆ Word Count: 10.5k, I think that's my longest fic yet, and written in the shortest time lapse, not sure what that says about my mental stability rn.

☆ Notes: As I proofread I noticed this could be interpreted as generational trauma, sort of... given I made Loki sort of mirror what Odin did to him. But I wasn't trying to be deep, I just felt like shit during the week and used this to cope. The fic might be cringy as a result, I am honestly not sure.

☆ Warnings: Depression and guilt are the focus points of this storyline. Loki starts is kinda toxic his behavior here isn't meant to be romanticized or intended to be extrapolated to real life, I just wanted to explore a narrative surrounding poor decisions and the dealing of its consequences. The reader is kinda a Mary Sue of sweetness but I just wanted to hammer in Loki feeling bad. I don't know if this is a trigger but I touch the vault scene of Loki and Odin and Odin being forgiven is also handled, Idk if that's trigger warning worthy but I know most of the fandom hates him.

“You’re not making it any for me brother.” Thor spoke through the glass.

“I want my freedom, brother.” Loki sighed, sitting down on the uncomfortable bench. “Don’t think of me as ungrateful, but as much as I appreciate not being executed, I can’t exactly call this a life.”

“Director Fury insisted, I’ve tried explaining to him that New York was a complicated situation. But he wants to be sure you are not a threat to Earth– uh, Midgard.”

“You've surely adapted well to living here” Loki rolled his eyes. “Pathetic.”

“Cooperate with me, I brother” Thor begged. “I want to help you, but I need you to help me first.”

“I’m not sure what I am expected to do from here” Loki huffed annoyed.

Thor sighed and gave his little brother a sympathetic look. Loki was frustrated, and he couldn’t blame him. He would be too if he got brainwashed, had all his anger, sense of betrayal and resentment exploited to torture an innocent planet, and still be the one to pay for said crimes… Sure he wouldn’t be all jokes and laughs.

“I’ve been negotiating a way to test your stability and get your freedom” Thor smiled hoping to cheer up his brother. And he made Loki look up. “It’d be a bit uncomfortable at first. But I know you can prove yourself. You’d have to wear cuffs or a while, but you’d be free to walk around with me and the others on trips to the city.”

“Hooray…” Loki rolled his eyes.

“Please brother, I’m trying, I just need you to be patient.” Thor spoke sadly as he made his way out. “I hate this as much as you do.”

“Do you?” Loki said. “As far as I know, you’re not the one in a crystal cell.”

“Alright, almost as much as you do.” Thor joked softly and Loki did chuckle weakly.

He agreed that Thor had been furious. But it all happened so fast.

Thor had managed to land a fatal blow on Thanos’ chest and soon Steve, Natasha, and Bruce had arrived to back him up and retrieve the Infinity gauntlet. They opened a portal to bring back Tony, Doctor Strange, and the Spider Ling… And surprisingly a weird group of space travelers.

When Thor realized they could travel to anywhere in the universe they opened a portal to rescue the Asgardian ship. There were a lot of severe wounds but surprisingly Thanos had failed, he underestimated the strength of Asgard, and most people could be saved.

“Thor!” Valkyrie screamed and rushed to hug the king.

“Valkyrie! You are alright! Thank goodness!” Thor smiled in relief and hugged his friend.

“Thor you have to come quick!” Valkyrie urged him. “It’s Loki!”

Thor’s heart sank, his heart couldn’t stand burying the only family member he had left. Thor had lost his parents… he had seen his whole planet die. But not his baby brother. Not Loki. Not again.

“Please… not now… Let’s treat the wounded ones first…” Thor spoke with a knot on his throat. “I want to focus on saving lives first.”

“Thor, you don’t get it! He’s alive!” Valkyrie scolded him. “But he’s in a critical state! We need to take him to a safe place to treat him.”

A tear streamed down the new king’s face, and he felt as if he had finally put down a enormous boulder he had been holding onto. He didn’t lose Loki.

“Take me to him!” Thor urged them.

Valkyrie took Thor to a damaged room in the ship that had been used as an improvised infirmary. In the corner laid a figure Thor knew too well being treated by healers.

“Brother!” Thor said. “Oh Gods… You’re alive…”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily thunder brain… ugh…!” Loki joked weakly as he groaned in pain. The healers begged him not to move as they tried stabilizing his condition. His neck had been nearly obliterated.

It was a miracle Loki hadn’t died and that the healers had managed to find him on time.

“We couldn’t abandon him” one of the healers spoke politely to her king. “After all, it was because of you and prince Loki that Lady Valkyrie managed to evacuate the survivors. We apologize for not finding you, my king.”

“It’s no problem at all” Thor laughed in an uncharacteristically quiet manner. He was breathless. “Thank you for saving my brother’s life.”

The lady healer let out a sheepish giggle and bowed. Loki rolled his eyes, earning a lecture from the healers that were still treating him. King or not, Thor still had that charm that seemed to make most people swoon.

The reunion was interrupted by a group of soldiers that broke in with a logo on their uniforms that made Thor’s blood boil when they pointed their weapons at Loki. SHEILD.

They picked up the stretcher where Loki was laying in and took him away to lock him up.

Apparently, the news travel fast, but SHIELD travels faster, and hearing Loki was alive was enough to mobilize and capture the injured God and lock him in a crystal prison cell in a SHIELD base. If Loki had a coin for every time that happened… he’d have two.

He couldn’t say Thor didn’t do anything about it. He could hear the thunders and enraged screams from his brother, demanding for an explanation and Loki’s immediate liberation.

“I demand my brother is released immediately!” Thor yelled.

“You should consider yourself grateful we’re allowing your witches to go and heal that world-level threat! He would be better off dead!”

“Don’t you dare speak of my brother like that! Me and all of my people would’ve died if it wasn’t for him!”

Loki wasn’t sure if he was amused or if he felt bad.

It did stroke his ego being called “Asgard’s hero” in the middle of the yelling. It shouldn’t have surprised him that Nick Fury was just as loud as Thor when angry. He couldn’t complain much. It made it much easier to hear what was going on, which was good, he was too weakened to use his magic to spy on them.

The healers tending to his neck sure seemed awkward overhearing the fight. It must have been uncomfortable to be doing your job in a high security cell. So, he tried entertaining the healers as he could. Although all he got was a lecture when his magic drained his energy, and they needed him awake to monitor him.

Soon he got better, he but wasn’t allowed to be out of his cell. It was a bit nostalgic, in some dark and twisted way. It even made him want to fix his old horned helmet, even if Thor would call him a cow for wearing it.

And when things couldn’t get worse… he met you.

“It’s lunch time” a voice said in a weirdly friendly tone before you head popped by the entrance as you balanced a tray of food on your head in an attempt to amuse Loki. He wondered if there were buffoons in Midgard, but you always tried to draw a laugh from him… Tried.

“Tough crowd, eh?”

Loki couldn’t not be baffled by the way you talked to him. Although he couldn’t decide if that was because you surely knew his reputation as Midgard’s terrorist or because you always talked in a friendly and goofy tone in a maximum-security prison in a super-secret spy agency. You also seemed to be awfully young to be here, but you couldn’t be much older than the girl Barton took as his protégée.

“What’s on the menu today?” Loki asked in a more formal tone.

“Why the hurry?” you asked, “don’t tell me you got somewhere else to be.”

“You think you are a lot funnier than you really are” Loki rolled his eyes. “And it’s not very nice to make fun of someone’s disgrace.”

“I hear you think I’m at least a little bit funny” you smiled as you kept balancing the tray of food on your head.

“Please don’t drop my food, I’d like to have at least something to eat” he rolled his eyes.

You tripped on your feet, and he saw the tray falling down, you caught it last second with your shins, and gave him a little sheepish grin.

“Alright, alright, I’m impressed” Loki groaned. “Can I eat now please? Or is having you torment me part of some attempt to break me?”

“Why are you so moody?” you asked. “More than usual, I mean.”

“I’m starving, and you humans eat way too little” Loki finally admitted. “But that is still better than nothing… Please.”

You stopped playing around and you looked at him as you got the tray into his cell.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were eating so little.” You admitted.

“I barely have energy to cast small illusions, which would serve to entertain myself.” Loki complained as he sat to eat and you sat by the table and looked at him, you didn’t seem afraid, curious at most. You watched him eat and took his dirty plates by the end.

You weirded him out.

You always did something along the same lines; you came to bring him food, teased him a little and then left when you were gone. Although this time you had asked more questions about him. And you seemed more pensive while he ate.

And later that day he got a surprise. Usually, he just saw you to deal with you while he ate. But today you returned with a brown paper bag on your hands and a backpack, you never carried personal objects with you.

“What now?” he groaned.

You said nothing but opened the door to pass him food and slid the bag inside. Loki opened his end and grabbed the bag, it was warm, and it had a strong smell inside, he reached and pulled out a weird soft cushion with a white cover.

“Bur…ger? What this?” he asked as he read the yellow letters.

“It’s food” you smiled. “Cafeteria is closed until dinner, so I thought bringing you something else might boost your mood.”

“This looks like junk” he snarled, making you laugh.

“It’s something like that.”

Loki looked inside the bag and looked at you.

“There’s no fork.”

“You eat it with your hands” you smiled and pretended to grab a burger and bite it. “Like a sandwich.”

“What’s a sandwich?” Loki asked, making you laugh again.

Loki tried to take a bit, imitating your gesture, but you stopped with a squeaky laugh.

“Unwrap it first!” you laughed. “The white thing paper is not edible.”

Usually Loki would’ve argued more. But he had been really hungry, so he agreed.

“The taste is agreeable enough.”

“Try the fries!” you said eagerly.

“These yellow sticks?” he asked pulling out one fry from the bag, and you giggle once again, he was learning you were quite easy to amuse.

“Yes, the yellow sticks, they’re potatoes with salt and soaked in hot oil to cook them” you smiled.

“That sounds unhealthy” he said, but he surely didn’t pass up the extra meal, and while he’d never admit it, but it was tasty.

“It is on the long run” you agreed. “But you don’t eat these every day. It’s more like… something you eat when you particularly crave it. Like a treat.”

“What’s on your bag?” Loki asked, a lot more agreeable now with a full stomach.

“Ah, you said you didn’t have much to do” you said and passed him bag. “It’s a portable DVD player and old movies.”

“I understood the word portable from that whole sentence” Loki said in an obvious tone.

He wasn’t new to technology, but unlike Earth, Asgard only used technology for practical purposes like travel and fighting. Never for entertainment.

“You can watch recorded over produced plays on the screen” you said adapting to what Loki might be familiar with. “Fury said you can’t have access to internet, so I thought since I don’t use this anymore it’d keep you entertained while Thor negotiates your freedom. And if you need something else, I could surely get it for you.”

Loki was trying to process it all while he followed your instructions to set up the devices you brought him. Now he’d finally give some use to the electricity plugins on his cell.

“Why are you so nice to me?” Loki asked.

“I don’t know” you shrugged. “You seem like you could use some kindness.”

“I’m a charity case?” Loki asked, not sure if he was thankful or offended.

“You wish. If I was charitable, I would’ve brought a fancy brand of fast food, and you’re a good junkyard to bring my old stuff” you snarled, making Loki laugh, for real this time.

Your cheeks flushed and were soon surrounded in a clod of silver mist. And when it disappeared you had vanished already.

Now that… Loki didn’t see coming. He had heard of your kind when he took control of some of SHIELD agents, humans with supernatural abilities. You were a mutant, and for the looks of it, one with teleportation powers. Now it made sense why someone seemingly so ordinary was in a place like this, flirting with a prisoner.

Interesting.

The next few days you kept bringing him food as usual, but two things had changed. One, the portions were bigger now, Loki now got to eat to a point where he was satisfied. Two, you joked around a lot less, in fact, you simply brought the food and stayed nearby in silence, and Loki had caught you staring at him with rosy cheeks.

So, you did fancy him… Truly interesting. And quite flattering too, he at least had to agree you were quite appealing to stare at.

“I watched one of your… Dee Bee Dees…” Loki started the conversation while he ate. “The one with the funny doctor…”

“That… doesn’t narrow it down much” you finally spoke. “Sarcastic asshole with a wounded leg?”

“He is sarcastic, but he treats patients with joy and laughter and goes against the rules. Like the pair of legs at the entrance” Loki specified. “It was a sweet story… I did feel bad for him when he lost his… you know.”

“Ah, yeah…” you said sadly.

For a few more days, the routine kept like that, you seemed a lot shyer than before and now Loki was the one pursuing your attention and with an arsenal of movies you had watched he always had a way to start conversation.

When he was sure he had properly understood your interest in him, he made his move.

While Loki wasn’t as flashy as Thor, he never had much trouble swooning anyone of his interest, with years of etiquette lessons and nourishing his mind with the most exquisite novels and books Asgard had to offer he knew how to charm anyone he desired.

And soon enough he was courting you. He recited for you the collection of the most exquisite verses he had memorized and casted his illusions of roses and butterflies for you to enjoy a romantic set up.

Soon Fury had two people demanding for his liberation. And since Loki had been in his best behavior Fury didn’t have an excuse to keep Loki locked up and while he had a tracker on his ankle and Asgardian magic bracelets capable of suppressing his magic.

You were there when they let Loki out and he made sure to hug you first. The more in love he seemed, the sooner he’d be truly free. You melted against his embrace and wrapped your arms around him in a warm hug.

Loki felt a light tug on his chest. He couldn’t remember the last time someone out of his parents and Thor been so eager and happy to hug him.

“I had been dreaming of this…” you spoke softly. “And your hugs are even cozier than I imagined.”

That felt like a dagger to his heart. Why were you so sweet?

“Alright, Bambi, if you try something your little sweetheart will let us know right away, got it?” Tony warned him.

You wrapped your arms around Loki’s bicep pressing yourself against him.

“He’s gonna be perfect” you defended him. “And if I’m wrong you can lock me up as well for helping a criminal out.”

Second dagger. What kind of idiot were you trusting him so blindly? Could you really not see he just wanted his freedom?

Loki finally had a proper room, or something like that. He would be staying in the Avengers Compound when the Helicarrier landed… until then there was a room where he, Thor, and basically everyone stayed.

Your bed the one right above Loki’s. Loki sighed. Just a few more days. Loki laid down and saw you looking down at him, peeking from your bed with big sparkling eyes.

“Yes?” Loki said in his best sweet loving tone.

“S-Sorry…” you mumbled as your cheeks got red. “I’m just really happy you’re here.”

“Aww, young love…” Kate cooed.

“SHUT UP! I’M OLDER THAN YOU!” you screeched and threw a pillow right at her face, making Loki smiled softly.

“You’re both babies…” Yelena grinned.

“Shut up, you hag!” you and Kate argued.

“You’re all babies…” Bucky corrected.

“DON’T STICK YOUR NOSE, YOU FOSSIL!” the three of you argued.

“I’m… not gonna join this argument being 1,500 years old” Thor laughed and soon eased the mood in all laughter again.

Meanwhile Loki wouldn’t stop thinking what you said to him. “I’m happy you’re here.” Third stab… How could you be so happy and attached to him so easily and quickly?

The next few days he had resigned to adapt to train with you. He had been a warrior all his life, but being a soldier was too boring for him. It was a lot of training, gym workouts, more training, and meetings. He saw you nodding off during the latter. Where did you pull the energy to play and joke around with him when you went to bring food to him while he had been locked up?

You yawned and rested against his shoulder as you dozed off during lunch once. You were so warm and trusted him more than he deserved. You seemed awfully comfortable around him.

Every spare moment you had was dedicated to him, you were awfully cuddly and touchy. Loki wasn’t used to this in the slightest. At first playing along seemed impossible. But your kisses were so gentle and tender, more often than not he found his eyes fluttering close and his hands wrapping around your waist in a loving way. Even sharing a room with a lot of people seemed more fun if he got to study your reactions.

“Take that!” you screamed as you and Kate smacked each other with pillows, but when a stray pillow hit Natasha in the back of the head, it was war.

Everyone was throwing and hitting each other with pillows until someone pushed you to Loki’s arms who had stayed out of the war as just a bystander. No one seemed to be paying much attention to him, but now you were.

Your face was beet red, and you were blabbering apologies if you had hurt him, (which, you hadn’t). But Loki simply smiled and grabbed your sides and started squeezing them, causing you to squeal and burst out laughing.

Oh, of course you were ticklish, he should’ve known. Hel, you irradiated this aura that just screamed “tickle me!” And as the God of Mischief, he was drawn to ticklish little things such as yourself, to make sure he could exploit every ticklish little inch of your giggly body. It had always been a pretty harmless way to ease his need to cause mayhem.

Soon the entire room was in fits of laughter since Loki had unintentionally inspired a tickle war.

“H-Hohohohoney! Pleahahahahase!” you begged Loki, “thahahahahat tickles!”

“So? I hope it doesn’t bother you, my dear” Loki purred in your ear as his fingers traveled up and down your ribs, causing you to screech. “I think I’d like to play with my pretty little toy some more…”

“Nohohohoho! Please! Hehehehehe! S-Stop it!” you giggled until you had proofed to reappear at the top bunk bed, right by the time someone else had surrendered and called truce.

Thor. His stomach was sore from laughing and he needed a break. But the big Asgardian was confident enough to not be affected by being the one to surrender in such harmless play fight.

“I’m nostalgic” Thor laughed. “Reminds me of the sleep overs with Fandral, Volstagg, Hogun and Sif.”

“I wouldn’t know, I was never invited.” Loki said.

“WHAT?!” you gasped and threw a pillow at Thor’s head in Loki’s defense. “JERK! TO YOUR OWN BROTHER!”

“What do you mean?” Thor asked. “You rejected us every time.”

“What are you talking about? You never invited me, brother” Loki explained. “By the time I had found out, you were all locked in your chambers.”

“Sif and the guys always said you said no” Thor said. “That’s why I always made smaller sleepovers with just you and me. I thought you hated big groups.”

Loki never thought Thor had been clueless, if anything he thought it had been him who rejected him, it never occurred to him it was the rest that orchestrated Loki’s exclusion. It made sense in retrospect, they were more Thor’s friends, not Loki’s.

“I enjoy time to myself,” Loki agreed. “But I’ve never been against big events. I always thought it was you who didn’t want me near your friends…”

“Of course not, brother…”

“Don’t feel bad, Loki” Yelena said in a tone that eased the mood. “Nat used to have sleepover with friends and ban me from her room the whole night. But we’re sisters, adopted or not.”

“I said I was sorry, and I was 11 you resentful crybaby!” Natasha argued with a laugh.

You noticed that had hit a sensitive spot-on Loki and went to sit behind Loki to give him a hug from behind. And it was unexpectedly comforting, he sighed as you kissed his cheek. Growing more and more used to your doting affection, you were also rather good to read his mood by now.

It just made him feel more guilty, so he tried changing the subject.

“You poof around when tickled, hm?” Loki chuckled. “Noted.”

“Not just when I’m tickled, when I get worked up by almost anything…” you explained. “I can’t always control it.”

“I see… so, I get you all worked up…” Loki flirted, making you jolt and squeak with a red face. “Heh… I’m flattered.”

“What about you?” you asked when you calmed down, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Does something like that happen to you?”

“Mmm… my magic is also very tied to my feelings is mostly surges of magic when I’m pissed off.” Loki shrugged. “In a way, the source of my magic abilities come from my control of how I feel. Which is why Thor could never learn sorcery… he couldn’t ever keep calm and focus enough.”

It felt a bit of a cheap answer, his guilt told him you were always vulnerable with him. There was another thing…

Alright, now that no one was paying attention to you two.

“When I was little, I used to have a lot of nightmares, and my mother stayed with me and taught me this spell… it allows you to invite someone else to your dreams, to put it simply. She taught me that spell to help me with the bad dreams… And sometimes I still cast it involuntarily while I sleep. It’s… what’s the word? Automatic, at this point.”

“You haven’t used it since we met” you pointed out.

“There’s these preventing that” Loki wiggled the magic cuffs on his wrists, and you shrank sheepishly. “Maybe one day I’ll have you sleep visiting… who knows…”

You smiled too eagerly at the idea… it was painful to see the adoration in your eyes.

The next night you were chatting happily, you laid on the floor with your feet hanging on Loki’s bed. Surprisingly he didn’t mind too much, he found himself much more engaged on the conversation. He simply rested his hand on your shin, caressing it with his thumb.

But at some point during the chat his hand brushed by your ankle, something that should’ve caught his attention way sooner. A location tracker like his. He brushed his fingers along the band, and you jolted, quickly making a bad excuse before rushing out. A terrible liar dating the god of lies. How ironic.

“I didn’t know… I thought I was the only one with one of these…” Loki pointed to his tracker.

“All mutants and non-SHIELD affiliated have one” Tony explained with a yawn. “Basically, if you have superpowers, you have two options, be an agent or an avenger.”

“Or locked up” Loki concluded, and the way no one answered, confirming his suspicion.

“You’re gonna be joining us, right, brother?” Thor smiled.

“Do I have a choice?”

Loki chuckled, he had been thinking about this prior to this information, the fear of actually losing his brother when Thor was ready to leave him forever in Sakaar had been too great.

But what about you? You didn’t strike him the superhero style, a were a fragile and sensitive little thing, and he couldn’t picture you in the battlefield, but being a soldier was clearly taking a huge toll on you. You seemed perpetually exhausted living like this.

“Has my darling decided yet?” Loki asked, he didn’t plan on the pet names, but it felt weirdly natural as it rolled off his tongue. It felt right.

“Not before meeting you, we had tried, but I’d say with you two together… things have changed for the better.” Steve assured him. “It’s a relief though, you two would be great assets in the future, and the life at the compound is bit freer and more independent.”

For some reason, Loki smiled at the sound of that.

“It’s gonna be for the best” Bruce smiled. “Fury can be quite severe, and the soldier life isn’t for everyone…”

Loki couldn’t see you long term here, you’d be overworking yourself for a lifestyle too demanding and that you didn’t even like. It would be for the best to be an Avenger… at least that’d give you some more freedom.

By then, the mood had died down and everyone went to bed, turning off the lights way before you arrived. A few more minutes passed… and nothing. Loki considered going to find you when you opened the door, guiding your way with your phone’s flashlight. You had a messy damp ponytail, and baggy pajamas. You arrived and sat by Loki’s bed and immediately collapsed right beside him, invading his bed. He was ready to climb and use yours when you he felt a tug on his shirt.

“Let me stay with you…” you mumbled with your eyes closed, it seemed you still had some consciousness.

Loki nodded and laid down beside you, wrapping his arm over you, and tucking you under the bedsheets. He had to keep appearances. Yeah… Of course.

He studied you for a while. Your hair was soft, and it smelled like wild berries, shampoo he had started using as well because it smelled so nice. Your skin was soft and smooth, it was addictive to trace his fingers along your body. He traced circles along your side.

“Nooo… thahahat tickles…” you giggled and shifted in your half-asleep state, making something stir within Loki. “You can tickle me all you want in the morning, okay baby…?”

“Ohoho! Is that so?” Loki chuckled. “That’s dangerous thing to offer to the God of Mischief don’t you think?”

“’s okay… I trust you…” you yawned snuggling against his chest.

“Y-You do…?”

“You’d never do anything to hurt me…” you assured him, even with your brain fighting with all it’s might to not succumb to exhaustion.

Once his eyes adapted to the darkness, he stared at your face. Your features were gentle, with a pureness that only a heart that hadn’t been corrupted with cruelness and malice would have. It made him feel weak.

“I love you” you mumbled, kissing his lips before finally falling asleep with the most peaceful smile he had ever seen on anyone that was this close to him.

“I… I love you too…” he whispered and kissed the top of your head.

Now Loki genuinely wanted to stab himself through the chest, he deserved nothing less.

The next morning was the last time he’d be in the Helicarrier for a long time if he could help it. Both of you got the trackers removed and he was officially free. The magic cuffs were taken off of Loki and he immediately summoned a huge illusion that had a radius of a few kilometers as he stretched and showed off.

A huge double rainbow, oh how he had missed using his magic like this. He noticed your eyes sparkling in admiration.

Thor helped him unpack and you two were assigned neighbor bedrooms so the lovey dovey couple could stay close. You seemed ecstatic, you set your room and invited him to see it.

It was very much what he expected from you. Cozy and cute, just being inside made him want to lay down on your bed and sleep. And of course you had a pile of stuffed animals. He laid back on your bed, sinking in the mattress and fluffy covers.

Adorable.

“Honey bunny, I’m gonna go to the city alone today… don’t follow me” you warned him and proofed away before reappearing for a second. “And don’t snoop around my stuff! Love ya!”

And you disappeared in a gust of silvery white mist. Loki napped on your bed for a while, but… he couldn’t resist, he was curious by nature. He walked by your desk and saw the mirror of had a bunch of photos of him stuck to the board, he wasn’t smiling in any of them, and most had been taken him by surprise. Loki would’ve thought it weird, but the two of you were dating. And you only did what was normal for someone in a relationship. He smiled softly at how purely infatuated you were.

“Loki!” you called for him, so you had returned. He went to find you.

You had smiled so brightly as you jumped to his arms and showered his face in loving smooches.

“I missed you!” you smiled between kisses.

“You just left an hour or so…” he chuckled.

“It’s still too much time away from you!” you snuggled with him. “I missed this pretty face.”

“Heh…” he chuckled.

“I bought us something.” You smiled and handed him a golden bracelet with a round item on the middle. You kept the silver one. “It’s a distance touch bracelet.”

You touched your bracelet, and he felt his buzzing. Oh. He knew this couldn’t have been cheap. And you still didn’t hesitate to get it for him.

“Now you can feel me close, even if I vanish, or if we can’t be with each other.” You giggled.

His heart fluttered. How could there be someone so overly sweet? To him, of all people.

“Thank you…” he smiled.

Days passed and Loki’s sanity was evaporating in thin air. Guilt was eating him alive.

You were in truly, madly, and hopelessly in love with him. You wanted nothing but the best for him and you always showered him with love, affection and the sweetest kisses he had ever tasted. And worst of it all, he was falling in love with you. He deserved no love from you, but he had it… And it filled his heart with a warmth he didn’t deserve. Oh, you poor lovely thing, if you only knew how cruel his intentions had been to start your relationship.

He did what you wanted now, trying to make up for it. He didn’t want you to feel like you did all the job in a relationship anymore. Soon the photos were more couple y, of kisses and hugs, Loki took photos of you more as well. He invited you to read and nap with him.

He tickled you lots, and making you giggle in his arms as he held you close. He hugged you tight, trying to squeeze in all the love he had develop for the kind soul that had been nothing but sweet to him. In a wordless pray for your forgiveness.

He did everything that occurred to him would make you happy.

“No way! You’re ticklish?!” you gasped with an ear-to-ear grin.

“Terribly so, I can’t stand being ticked in between my ribs” he smiled as he rested his chin on your head, with you sitting on his lap. “My magic acts up on its own if I get overwhelmed, like you.”

“Really?” you giggled and caressed his sides. “Can I try?”

“For a kiss…” he smiled and puckered his lips for a smooch, which you complied with a huge grin. “I adore you… Fine, you got one minute to tickle my ribs.”

“Just one minute?” you whined with that lovely smile of yours.

“Thirty seconds?” he smiled.

“Eh?!” you whined. “One minute!”

“See how convincing I am?” he grinned.

“Oh, you—” you said and turned around to start poking and prodding his ribs, Loki couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Ack! Hehehehe!” he whined, you were too good at this, he was laughing his heart out. “S-Stohohohop! Hehehehe! I-It’s been a minute! Hahaha! S-Stop!”

“I’m not done with you, you pretty tease!” you giggled and kept prodding between his ribs.

“Oh yeheheah?!” he laughed and skittered his fingers along your belly.

You were squealing and giggling in the blink of an eye. But you didn’t stop tickling him.

“Hehehehe! Hic! G-Give up!” you giggled and squirmed as you prodded his sides.

“You give up! Hahahahaha!” he giggled squeezed your tummy and skittered his fingers along your armpits.

“Ack! Noohohohoho!” you whine and squeezed above his kneecaps, making him jump and ergo you fell off his lap and onto the couch.

“You’re in trouble…” he grinned and his fingers, poked, drilled, kneaded and scratch over every sensitive spot on your body, and it didn’t matter if you gave up. He didn’t stop until you were breathless.

Only then he stopped and held you in his arms.

“Remind me to not tickle you again, you’re sadistic” you smiled.

“You know it, darling…” he smiled and kissed the top of your head. “Did you have fun?”

“Mhm…” you smiled and leaned against him. “I love you.”

You were beyond ecstatic. You melted under all of his affection and more time he spent with you, the more he couldn’t deny his feelings for you.

He did it everything he could to make you happy. But nothing he did alleviated his guilt. He could only imagine the amount of heartache you would feel if you found out he had only used you to try looking better adjusted and be free, and that he had pretended to fall in love.

He couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep. He was going insane. He walked around the compound like a ghost during the night. He did a stop to throw up in the toilet.

“You’re awake,” you surprised him despite your gentle tone. “Is something bothering you?”

“N-No, love. I just wasn’t feeling very tired.” He assured you. “Don’t worry. Go back to sleep.”

You placed your hands on his hips and leaned closer to him the way you did whenever you were going to kiss him. But you took a little sniff—probably smelling his bad breath—you stopped and smiled at him with kindness.

“Mmm… Insomnia, hm?” you smiled and pulled him to the kitchen. “I know just the cure.”

You heated up water and prepared him a tea with honey. The warmth of the drink ran through him as the sweet drink got rid of the bad taste, and he sighed a tear streaming down his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, cupping his face.

“I’ve done so many awful things… And…” he spoke softly. “I don’t know how to fix them… I don’t deserve any forgiveness…”

“Oh Loki…” you hugged him. “No one blames you… you didn’t mean it… I’ve seen your pretty heart, and you deserve all the love in the world… Gosh, if I could take all the pain, you’re feeling for myself, I would.”

“Please don’t say that…” he begged. He couldn’t handle anymore guilt, but he didn’t know how to tell you the truth.

You gently guided him to your bedroom and tucked him in your bed, wrapping your arms around him in a protective way.

“Forgive me love... Please forgive me…” he begged between mutters. “I take it all back… please… Please don’t hate me… please…”

“Shh…” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “It’s all gonna be okay… I’m always gonna be here for you.”

               Between the warm tea, his exhaustion, the previous sleepless nights, your comfortable bed, and your loving touch… his body gave up on him and he fell asleep.

Everything was dark, and cold, covered in ice and a cruel wind. Loki had a good tolerance to cold, but he was freezing.

“Monster…” a voice echoed so loudly it made Loki’s ears ring. It was his own voice and it came from everywhere around him.

“Traitorous rat…”

“Murderer…”

“Beast…”

“Liar…”

“Frost giant…”

“Monster…”

“Manipulator…”

“Liar…”

“We finally had someone’s trust…”

“Of course, you just play around with others!”

Loki was completely surrounded by copies of himself, all at least twice his size, blue skin, Jotun attire, and eyes red like blood. True frost giants.

Loki simply took every blow and insult. He deserved them.

“Loki…?” a different voice called. “Is this what you meant by inviting someone to your dreams?”

No please… you couldn’t be here.

“Darling… wake up… please don’t be here…” Loki begged you. “Please…”

“I’m not leaving you here on your own…” you spoke and kneeled beside him.

Loki felt his body change, every muscle vanished leaving him as practically skin and bones. Small. Weak.

“Loki… what’s going on?! What’s happening to you?!”

Loki tried to shapeshift back to his natural look, but he had no control of his own body. At this point in life, he should be desensitized to nightmares where his magic didn’t obey him… but…

“Please… leave me here…” he spoke as he could, but he could barely hear himself.

“Don’t say that... What’s… what can I do for you?”

There was something about dreams, and especially Loki’s dreams, that always seemed to be extra dramatic. It must have been so confusing to be in one as an outsider.

Loki’s body changed again, he grew twice his usual size, and his body was blue and muscled. Exactly the body of a Jotun.

“STOP BEING SO GOOD TO ME! CAN’T YOU SEE I DON’T LOVE YOU?!”

“What?!”

What?! No! That wasn’t true…

Loki tried to take it back, but he was in autopilot. He was in the passenger seat of his own mind.

“I DON’T LOVE YOU! ARE YOU THAT GULLIBE TO THINK I’D FALL IN LOVE WITH A MORTAL?! I HAVE BEEN USING YOU!”

“No… no, you're not… You wouldn’t…”

“I JUST NEEDED A COVER, TO SEEM WELL ADJUSTED ENOUGH TO NOT BE A PRISONER! AND YOU WERE ANNOYING ENOUGH TO BARGE IN DEFENSE OF ME! I’V BEEN PLAYING WITH YOU FROM DAY ONE! DON’T YOU SEE YOU ARE JUST A TOY?! YOU’RE PATHETIC!”

The look on your face was heartbreaking. You looked crushed.

“I HAVE BEEN THINKING OF A WAY TO GET RID OF YOU! I CAN’T SLEEP AND I WANT TO THROW UP THINKING I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH YOU YET ANOTHER DAY!”

You curled up on the floor and Loki lifted you but your collar’s shirt.

“GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD! I COULD NEVER LOVE A MORTAL AS UNNERVING AS YOU!” Loki screamed at you before slamming you against the floor.

“NO!” Loki sat up with a gasp and his body drenched in sweat. He looked around and saw you curled up on the bed, your back facing him. “Love?! Thank goodness… I’m so— Love, w-what’s wrong…?”

You were stiff and you had a hand on the back of your head. Loki shifted and stretched a bit and saw your face. Your eyes were full of tears, yet he had never seen you with such a cold expression in your face.

“My love… and what’s wrong?” Loki placed a hand over your arm, and you slapped it.

“Why did you say that?” you asked him.

“I d-don’t know… I wasn’t… I didn’t…” Loki stuttered. “My dreams are like that…”

“No. I mean, what you said was really specific. Why…?”

“I don’t—I don’t know why I—”

“Tell me the truth, Loki.” You ordered him. “Did you, or did you not pretend to love me for your freedom?”

Loki stayed quiet. He didn’t have the courage to tell you the truth, but he didn’t have the heart to keep lying to you. With that confirmation tears started falling down your cheeks again.

“Y-Yes but I—that was before…”

“Get out…” you spoke.

“What? No, darling, listen… I…”

“I don’t want to hear you.”

“Please love… let me explain…” he tried holding you.

That made you snap. You started hitting him, being a human it was impossible for you to harm him, but not once in his life had he felt more pain.

“DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T TALK TO ME!”

“Darling please…”

“I DON’T WANNA SEE YOU EVER AGAIN! GET OUT OF MY ROOM AND GET OUT OF MY LIFE!”

He had no strength to fight you, he was defenseless as you kicked him out of your room, slamming the door on his face.

There were a few faces popping out of their door to try seeing what had happened and that quickly retreated back to their rooms. Loki had no choice but to go inside of his own bedroom.

The next morning, he nearly tripped on his way out with a box by is door. It was full of books, quills, a coat, photos of you together. And… the silver bracelet that matched his own. It tore his heart to shreds. He didn’t feel as guilty anymore. But remorse and the memory of how brokenhearted you looked was even more sadistic. He heard you crying often from across the wall.

A few days later the others started giving him dirty looks. Knowing you and considering that this didn’t happen right away he assumed they had found out after heavy interrogation and now everyone knew he had used you. Even Thor seemed upset, not angry, but he had this… disappointment in his eyes.

“I hate dealing with moving companies” Tony sighed as they all sat for dinner. “But Fury wants to have our little Houdini enlisted by the end of the week. It’s a shame… The kiddos enjoyed being around each other.”

“Tell me about it” Clint sighed. “Kate is devastated.”

“Speaking of devastated…” Natasha said as she stood up, and Loki would’ve sworn she was shooting daggers at him with that glare. “See if I can be more convincing about eating something, otherwise Fury will have a corpse enlisting.”

You were moving out? To become a SHIELD agent? But you hated being a soldier. Had he hurt you so bad that you preferred that lifestyle and ruin your life forever… than being around him?

This all felt awfully familiar. Loki excused himself and went to his room and lock himself inside. He closed his eyes, and part of him wished that they’d never open again.

“Am I cursed?” Loki asked, choked up by the last bit of hope.

“No.” Odin responded the worst thing he could've said him. A curse would've been better.

Loki placed the casket down, weakly, it suddenly felt like a very... very heavy thing to carry. And the weight stayed there, right on his chest even after the casket had been placed back at the pedestal.

“Then what am I?” Loki asked softly, afraid of the answer.

“You're my son.” Odin answered, and Loki doubted his own magic since he couldn't detect dishonesty in his father's words.

Clearly that was a lie. So why didn’t his magic detect that? Loki felt rage spiral out of control like a boiling pot.

“What more than that?” Loki growled, still trying to keep his composure as he walked towards his father that was by the stairs at the other side of the corridor. “The Casket wasn't the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day, was it?”

Odin looked him in the eye. Unable to deny it any longer. It had been to many years with that secret. As Loki walked closer, Odin just started at him in silence as Loki reached the stairs.

“No.” Odin finally said. “In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the Temple, and I found a baby. Small for a giant's offspring— abandoned, suffering, left to die. Laufey's son.”

That felt like a dagger piercing the young prince’s heart. Out of all the things he was insecure about, it turned out he WAS an outsider. Out of all the things he could’ve been, he HAD to be a Jotun, a monster. Out of all the Jotun’s in existence, he was the son of the worst of them all. And out of all the reasons he could’ve been adopted for, was because even his own biological family didn’t want him… and his adopted family never told him any of this.

“Laufey's son...?” Loki finally managed to gasp out, he was choking up on his own tears. “Why? You were knee-deep in Jotun blood. Why would you take me?”

“You were an innocent child.” Odin said, sounding more exhausted by the second.

“No!” Loki begged his father, knowing that Odin was a strategic warrior. There was always a meaning behind his actions. “You took me for a purpose, what was it?”

But Odin didn’t answer. The physical toll of delaying his Odin sleep to prepare Thor to rule, preventing a war, the emotional toll of having to banish Thor and now… having his youngest child doubt his love for him because of his foolish decision of not telling him the truth earlier were overwhelming him.

The All-King saw with pain how the little child that once smiled at him with love when he picked him in his arms after the battle now saw him with fear, pain, and resentment.

“TELL ME!” Loki demanded loudly, no longer capable of remaining calm.

“I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you.” Odin confessed.

That was the final blow to Loki’s poor heart.

“What…?”

A tool. All he had been adopted for was as an instrument of peace between Asgard and a race that everyone saw as blood-thirsty monsters.

“But those plans no longer matter.” Odin clarified.

“So, I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up… here, until you might have use of me.” Loki inquired in pain.

“Why do you twist my words?” Odin asked softly.

“You could have told me what I was from the beginning.” Loki urged, desperate to makes sense of what easily was the worst day of his life. “Why didn't you?!”

“You are my son. I wanted only to protect you from the truth.” Odin said softly, in a fruitless attempt to calm his poor child’s heart.

“Wh— B-Because I-I-I am the monster parents tell their children about at night?!” Loki asked, flooded by all the scary stories about the frost giants growing up. All those times he and Thor played heroes as kids fighting those monsters.

“Don't...” Odin begged as his strength slowly abandoned him.

But Loki couldn’t listen anymore. The grief was too great, and the feeling of betrayal didn’t allow him to trust Odin anymore.

“It all makes sense now! Why you favored Thor all these years.” Loki yelled as he started walking up the stairs to yell at Odin as the All-Father slowly lost his strength and started passing out on the stairs. “Because no matter how much you claim to “love” me, you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the Throne of Asgard!”

Odin kept trying until his last second of consciousness to beg his son for help, forgiveness… anything. But he had been too weakened to dedicate his young boy some kind of love or reassurance as he fell prey to the Odin sleep, he had delaying for so long.

Now Loki encountered a similar dilemma. He had been stupid, dishonest, and selfish to someone who offered him nothing but unconditional love. He betrayed your trust and there was no way now that Loki could prove that despite his original intentions his love wasn’t any less real.

He laid down on his bed, with his arm draped dramatically over his eyes.

“Troubled, my son?” a voice spoke making Loki sit up.

“Father” Loki smiled softly. “I ruined it. I had the most beautiful love in my life… and I was stupid and lost it because of my own selfishness.”

“That sounds familiar” Odin chuckled. “You truly are my son, after all.”

“You had always been will always be my father…” Loki said the words he had denied for several years. “I never understand your reasons. Cruel as they were…”

“Not holding back against your old father, hm?” Odin laughed.

“Sorry…” Loki smiled softly.

“My original reasons were foolish, selfish, and even cruel as you rightfully… but I always hoped to do what would be best for the 9 Realms” he spoke. “But that didn’t mean the love I had for you wasn’t any less real. You are my son, regardless of the kind of blood that coursed through your veins.”

Loki smiled softly; it was weird. He knew Odin would have never say all that. But now, after growing up so much, he understood it wasn’t because he didn’t feel it, he had always been too proud and formal, too much of a king. And while imperfect, it was still his father.

“That’s why you never caught me lying when I called you my son or said that I loved you.” Odin spoke. “In my heart, you’ve always been my son.”

“I know, father” Loki smiled. “I’m sorry it took me so long to understand it.”

“I’m sorry I never told you before… I feared you wouldn’t take it well…”

“Me? I would never” Loki joked softly.

“We always loved you as our own” a female voice added making Loki turned around.

“Mother.” Loki spoke breathless. “I know… I know… I knew, I was just too scared I could’ve been wrong, and you didn’t…”

“You were too much of a charming kid not to love you” Frigga said compassionately. “Your little human surely thinks so too.”

Ah… that… Loki wasn’t so sure.

“I ruined it, I deserve nothing but the hatred and disgust I’ve earned from my darling.” Loki huffed out. “I manipulated, lied, and destroyed the trust of my love.”

“Dear, there’s nothing final in these matters…” Frigga smiled softly. “If that loved blossomed once, you may rescue it and nourish it again. But first… you need to apologize.”

“I don’t think I’m wanted anywhere near hearing range.” Loki explained.

“Do you think the love between your mother, and I always had a perfect relationship?” Odin smiled.

“Your father was too temperamental for that” Frigga intervened with a smile and both parents looked at each other with love. “But when you truly love someone and you make a mistake, you swallow your pride and make up for your wrongdoings.”

Loki smiled softly, he remembered it well. When Odin’s temper got the best of him because of the stress of being a king, Odin made sure to make up for Frigga know how truly sorry he was, and Frigga who already knew her husband’s temper was an expert on not letting her affect her, knowing it was never personal. She had truly been blessed with infinite patience given she dealt with three men with bad tempers and yet her kindness and loving nature knew no end. It was not rare to see Odin gifting Frigga fancy gifts and spend long hours apologizing and dedicating the day to her. It wasn’t the perfect arrangement, but no relationship was.

Loki chuckled softly.

“Thanks…” he smiled and both parents tended a hand to him with a smile. “I know what I have to do.”

Ready to say goodbye, Loki placed his hands on top of Odin and Frigga’s, and with that, the figure of his parents faded under a green light as Loki’s palms stopped glowing. Loki let out a little laugh as he wiped his tears.

His illusions had never been so benevolent towards himself, they were either torturous or for a fake sense of gloating and dissociation. But your compassion had changed him forever. He could use them for closure and to guide him with the stuff he knew but needed to hear. And… you deserved that at least.

He got up and went outside and went to a trip. It took him around an hour to get to the city and a couple more hours to get his several stops get several gifts. A lovely white bouquet of flowers, a box of your favorite chocolates, a necklace with a cute silver heart shaped locket and got it printed with a small photo, a copy of a photo he had carried from one of your first “dates” you got where you were giving him a small kiss in the cheek and cupped the other one, a symbol of your shared love.

On his way back, Loki held the original photo close to his chest and sighed. He prayed this would work as he was on his way to see you. He knocked on your door and hid his gifts behind himself, not even remembering he could’ve concealed them with his magic from how nervous he was.

His chest tightened as you opened the door, your eyes and nose were red, and your cheeks were stained with tears. Oh Norns… He had hurt you really bad.

“Love… Please… let me explain” Loki spoke softly.

“What do you need to explain, Loki?” you asked and sniffled, practically murdering him when you called him Loki instead of one of your lovely cheesy pet names. “That I was just a toy for you to play with and pretend that you loved me, so you’d be a free man? I got that quite clearly.”

You were ready to slam the door on his face, but he reached his leg to stop you. He nearly dropped one of your gifts. You looked at him confused, eying him up and down before sighing in defeat, opening the door he walked inside of your little room. He saw the little night table covered with used tissues and the bed’s decorative cushions were all over the place. It broke his heart.

“What do you want, Loki?” you asked tiredly as you sat on the bed, placing a cushion on your lap and against your chest.

“My darling, I was the biggest, most cruel and inconsiderate imbecile of all 9 Realms” he said, kneeling before you as he handed you the bouquet of flowers. You gently placed the flowers on your lap, still looking at him.

“It is true, that I was looking to just find a relationship to pretend I had adapted to living on earth” he spoke. “It was a selfish, shallow, and dishonest reason to make you mine… But I did it. It was heartless and there’s no excuse or reason for you to forgive that. But I beg of you to stay here… never speak to me again if you need, but don’t settle to a life of misery just to avoid me. I will happily accept being locked up in a dungeon for a hundred years, so you don’t see the likes of me again…”

He handed you the chocolate, and your gaze softened for a second as you saw the chocolate, he remembered which ones you liked the most. You opened your mouth to speak, but a gentle squeeze to your hands let you know Loki still wanted to speak.

He had caused all of this for not telling you the truth, and now he wanted to fully bare his soul to you now.

“You offered me boundless kindness, patience despite my flaws, understanding to my pain and sins of the past, laughter like I hadn’t enjoyed before, you fed with the most delicious and warm foods I had ever eaten, you showed me the concept of dates and you bared me completely vulnerable to your touch and heart and you bared yourself completely to me without fear of me…” Loki continued, as tears streamed down his face, drowning in regret. “And all I did was play with you and betray the trust your selfless heart gave me without asking for anything in return.”

He placed his forehead on your knees and sobbed, completely ashamed of what he had done to you. He didn’t deserve your forgiveness, but he felt like he’d die without you. And he’ deserve it.

“I don’t care” you finally spoke, and he looked up, he saw the tears streaming down your face. “You’re the God of Mischief and Lies, there are countless stories of how you lied and manipulated to get away with anything you wanted… I should’ve expected I’d be just that.”

“No— No, darling!” Loki held your hands and pressed his lips against your knuckles. “No, my sweet, you— I was selfish. I wanted a cover up, yes, but what I found was love, I found the butterflies in my stomach you always speak of. I found the warm of your hands lingering on my skin after our dates. I found myself awake during the night sighing over those lovely eyes I’ve now so cruelly filled with tears…” Loki spoke softly.

You were shaking in your place as you did your best not to cry and interrupt him. He brushed his finger along your cheek as in appreciation of your effort.

“None of what you heard that night was true in my heart…” he assured you “I never felt so disgusted I wanted to vomit; it was guilt that was killing me from the inside… knowing I was hurting such a beautiful flower.”

He handed you the heart locket and you opened it, seeing the photo made you sob as silently as you could.

“I was selfish and a liar. I don’t blame you if you don’t believe me and want nothing to do with me again. But please know that my heart beats for and because of you only.” He spoke. “I fell hopelessly and irredeemably in love with you. I swear that on my life.”

You looked at him and smiled, as you wrapped your arms around his neck and sobbed now freely and unrestrained. Time seemed to stop for Loki as he hugged you back, taking in your scent and caressing you. Tears fell down his face and he held you, afraid you’d disappear if he let go of you.

You forgave him. He didn’t think he’d ever be so lucky to find a kind soul that would forgive even his worst mistake. But he found it, you were kind enough to do so. Your wrapped your arms around him in a warm hug and Loki was able to let all the pain and guilt go… He couldn’t undo his mistakes, but he could be better, and he wanted to be his best self for you.

“Thank you… Norns, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” he repeated over and over between whispers and tears as he held you tight.

You sat up straight and cupped his face and laughed softly as you still cried happy tears.

“You’re gonna have to buy me a new box of tissues, you booger” you joked softly with a sniffle, and pressed your forehead to his and grabbed a tissue to blow your nose.

“I’ll give you the entire world if you so desire, my love” he spoke with a gentle smile. “Just say the word.”

“I don’t need the world” you smiled and kissed his cheek. “I have everything I need right here.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” he chuckled softly as he grabbed a tissue to wipe his tears and blow his nose. “I’m a disaster and somehow I still found the most precious little dove all for myself.”

You held him tightly in a hug… in silence for a few minutes before you spoke again.

“Did you think I was annoying when we first met?” you asked with a stern look on your face. “I want the truth.”

“Truthfully… you were a nightmare…” Loki admitted in a soft playful tone.

“HEY!” you whined and dug your fingers into the crevices of his ribs making him burst out laughing. “I said honest, not mean!”

“Ehehehe! Lohohohohove, let me finish!” he giggled, letting you have this, it was the least he could do. “P-Please, s-stohohohop that! Not there!”

You smiled and went to tickle his belly. Oh, you had really not liked that.

“Plehehehehehease, dahahaharling! I surrender!” he laughed and did his best to not squirm.

“Fine… what is it?” you asked, as you sat sideways on his lap, already happily cuddling with him.

Thank whatever superior force that was out there… Oh, you’re a wonderful blessing.

“You’re a nightmare turned into a dream” he clarified and he didn’t even bother fighting the urge to squeeze you tightly.

“You have 3 seconds to explain how that’s a compliment o I’ll tickle you until you puncture a lung.”

“Ihihi— I mean like, when you start having a bad dream… but it turns around as the most wonderful of dreams, those that you still think about after waking up.” Loki said, and as those words he was sure he had fried his brain because he didn’t make any sense.

But that was enough for you.

“You��re lucky you’re cute.” You grumbled.

“C’mon… don’t be mad at me for being foolish and wrong” he smiled as he squeezed you tight. “Surely you thought I was insufferable at first as well, we’re so different after all.”

You smiled and shook your head.

“I love my pretty prince” you smiled and picked a tissue yourself to clean your face. “Flaws, differences, and all.”

“Do you, now?” he grinned cheekily. “I sure am a lucky one to be called yours.”

“A Loki one” you giggled, and Loki made a scowl of disgust. “Sorry! I thought it too late when I said it and— hehehe!”

“Oh, that was awful— C’mere… you!”

“W-What?! NO! NOHOHOHOHO! LOHOHOHOKI, STOP IHIHIHIT!”

As he made you laugh and held you against him, he couldn’t doubt how fortunate he was to be so undoubtedly yours.

| MASTERPOST |

[harringroveera]

What happens when Billy becomes the babysitter for a day

[loveronlineee]

You’re in Trouble (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: Swearing, threats of violence

Synopsis: As the gang are looking around the boathouse, Y/N joins them on the hunt for Eddie but her angry demeanour makes the others worried of what will happen when they do

Y/N notes: shorter than Eddie

This one was requested by @lily-sinclair-2006​ ! I liked the idea of Y/N being pissed that he may have cheated on her rather than the more important thing, that he might of killed someone lol.  I’m working on The Metal Head and the Material Girl part 2 and it should be out some time this week so look out for that!

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“What a dump.” Dustin mumbled as the group entered the boat shed. Steve pulled an oar off of the wall and began jabbing at the tarp in the boat. Dustin pulled a face at him.

“What are you doing?” The younger one asked.

“He might be in here.” Steve calmly replied, continuing to jab.

“So take the tarp off!”

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off!” The door to the shed burst open, spooking everyone inside. They all turned to see Y/N L/N in the doorway. She gave them an angered confused look.

“Y/N?” Steve questioned, lowering the oar.

“Steve? The fuck are you lot doing here?” The girl looked at each of the group.

“Uh we could ask you the same question?” Steve replied.

“I’m looking for my bitch ass boyfriend that’s what I’m doing.” Y/N explained, walking further into the shed and looking around.

“Oooooooh yeah I totally forgot Eddie had a girlfriend.” Steve said to the group. Dustin gave him a look of disbelief.

“Yeah you couldn’t have remembered that sooner?? It would have been real helpful to know that the person we’re looking for is dating someone!!!”

“Alright alright I’m sorry! She graduated two years ago, haven’t seen her since so she slipped my mind! Uh no offence Y/N.” Steve put a hand up in Y/N’s direction as she continued to look around.

“None taken Harrington, so you guys found anything?”

“Uh n-no not yet.” Dustin replied. “Uh hi Dustin Henderson, Eddie’s friend. Do you know where he might’ve gone if not here?”

“I went to his trailer the morning after it happened, police wouldn’t let me get too close. Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, didn’t have clue to where he went either. I checked all over my house just in case but he wasn’t there. I went to our old spot in the woods outside the high school, then our one at Lover’s Lake, nothing. And now I’m here.” Y/N sounded more and more annoyed the more places she listed off.

“And I just wanna make sure…” Dustin began. “That you don’t think Eddie did it?”

“Of course he didn’t.” Y/N replied, finding it stupid he’d even ask. “That boy will cry over roadkill we pass on the way to my house ain’t no way in Hell he killed Chrissy Cunningham.”

“And you think he’ll still be alive?” Dustin asked, wanting the confirmation.

“Either he’s dead or I’m gonna kill him myself.” Y/N answered back.

“Hey.” Max called. “Look over here.” Wrappers from different snacks laid about on a table.

“Maybe he heard us?” Robin suggested. “Got spooked and ran?”

“Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin said sarcastically.

“I know you think you’re being funny Henderson but considering everyone in the room, apart from Y/N, has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-“ Suddenly Eddie jumped out and pushed Steve to the wall. A broken beer bottle to his throat. Everyone immediately panicked trying to calm Eddie down.

“You’re focusing on the wrong person Munson.” Eddie turned at the familiar voice, dropping the bottle. He began walking over to her, a relieved smile appearing.

“Babe-“ Y/N slapped him clean across the face. Everyone fell silent.

“You wanna explain why Chrissy Cunningham was in your trailer?”

“W-What?” Eddie managed to say.

“Chrissy. In your trailer. Late at night. No call from you.”

“I- wh- she was-“ Y/N glared up at him. He sighed, exasperated. He didn’t care that she was mad, he had to say it. “You have no idea how happy I am to see your face after the time I’ve had.” Eddie opened his arms to her.

“I’m waiting for an explanation.” Y/N did not hug him. She stood there with her arms folded. Eddie went limp and gathered his thoughts.

“R-Right right, she was buying from me. Wanted something stronger, we had to go back to mine. That’s it. That’s it I swear.” Eddie looked at Y/N, pleading for her to believe him. She could see in his eyes that he was craving any sort of affection from her.��She sighed and placed a hand on his cheek.

“You dummy. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, his arms going around her waist. “I was so fucking worried about you.”

“I’m sorry. I would’ve contacted you, I would’ve but I-I just couldn’t.”

“I know. It’s okay. I’m sorry too.” The couple pulled away.

“Yeah no kidding babe. You really went for it.” He rubbed his cheek, feeling the hot sting from the slap. “So you really thought I cheated on you?”

“Well what was I supposed to think?” Eddie smiled and wrapped himself around her once again, this time making sure he could still see her face. Y/N rested her hands on his chest.

“Y/N I’m lucky you even acknowledge my existence, let alone are my girlfriend. What kinda delusional asshole would I be if I went off with another girl?”

“The worst.” Y/N teased.

“Yeah. I’d be the worst.” He leaned down, to kiss her. Pushing back on her a little, hungry for her affection. He didn’t realise how much he needed this until it was happening. An awkward cough brought the two back to reality.

Ah right. They weren’t alone.

“Okay glad you two lovebirds made up. Now can we please shift our focus back to the important stuff?” Dustin asked.

“Right. Yeah. Sorry Henderson it’s… it’s been a rough day.”

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[lonesome-witching]

Truth or Dare

A wardrobe change as requested by @allnewtpir. I hope you enjoy yet another ronance prompt. More coming soon.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

“No, no, no. Nance, I’m not wearing that,” Robin complained, pointing at Nancy’s outfit. She would not be punished over Nancy picking dare in this stupid game.

“Oh, come on, Robin. Just play along. It’s only for a little bit.” Steve took a sip of his drink.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s not even your turn. Steve just has to think of something else,” Nancy said, a hand reaching out for Robin.

It was a little pathetic that that touch was enough for Robin to cave. “No, it’s fine. I’ll do it.” She was already crawling up to her feet. Maybe she should have another drink before pulling herself into Nancy’s clothes.

“Are you sure, Robs?” Nancy stood up too, much more gently than Robin had.

Robin nodded. She was staring. She shouldn’t be staring. Clothes swapping wasn’t that big of a deal. She had worn Nancy’s clothes before. Yes, it had been awful, but she had survived. Even if it had felt like she had been shocking the entire time.

“Alright, we should do this in the bathroom.” Nancy grabbed Robin’s arm, pulling her into the bathroom.

Robin felt her heartbeat pick up. She was pathetic. She was hopeless. She needed help. What had become of her?

Nancy was wearing a light blue blouse and black skirt. Or at least, she had been before she stripped to her underwear. Robin turned around quickly. Robin pulled her flannel and oversized shirt, she thought it might be Steve’s, off. She held out the shirt until Nancy took it off her hands.

“Here,” Nancy giggled, replacing the shirt with her own blouse. “I’m not entirely sure what Steve is going to get out of it.”

“Me neither, it seems more like he’s trying to torture me than you.” Robin pulled her pants off with the blouse still hanging open. She really should have put on a bra.

“Did you do anything to anger him?” Nancy asked, her voice trailing off at the end.

Robin turned her face, noticing the soft blush on Nancy’s cheeks as her eyes were glued to Robin’s bare legs. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay.” Nancy bit her lip.

Robin pulled the skirt on, quickly buttoning her blouse, Nancy’s blouse, the blouse. It scratched her skin a bit, but not as badly as the frilly pink thing did back in spring break. She could manage this.

When she turned around, fully dressed, she noticed Nancy still only half clothed. Still staring. Robin cleared her throat. Nancy looked at the textile in her hands.

“Should I leave?” Robin asked, her eyes glued to Nancy’s hands, her fingers toying with the fabric.

“No, just a second.” Nancy pulled the pants on.

“Don’t forget the flannel.” Robin reached down to hand it over.

“Of course not.” There was a smile on her face as she pulled on the flannel. Robin had to admit Nancy looked great. She should wear Robin’s clothes more often. This was not going to end well for Robin. If she had been staring before, she surely wouldn’t look away now.

-

Nancy hadn’t stopped staring ever since they had gotten changed. There was something about this specific outfit that glued Nancy’s eyes to the other girl. She wasn’t sure if she should thank Steve or kick him in the balls. Maybe both.

But Robin just looked so good in her clothes. Nancy wished she could take them off her. God, she was pathetic.

“Robin, truth or dare?”

“Truth?”

“Perfect,” Steve said with a smile and Robin’s face betrayed her worry. “What do you think of Nancy wearing your clothes?”

“I think she looks great. She always looks great of course. But the clothes suit her. It’s different from what she usually wears, of course. They’re my clothes. But they look great on her too. Probably look better on her than on me,” Robin rambled, not once looking over at Nancy.

“What about you, Nancy?”

“It’s not my turn.”

“True, just thought you might want to share.”

“She looks great. She always does,” Nancy admitted, not looking away from Robin. Steve seemed content with the answer. There was a smile on his face that was too cocky to be good. If Nancy didn’t know any better, she’d thought he was up to something.

-

Steve was up to something. Robin would get her revenge. But first she had to survive this night. One she’d be spending alone with Nancy, in the same bed. She wasn’t sure how she’d survive this.

“Which side of the bed do you prefer?” Nancy asked, toying with the edge of Robin’s shirt that she was still wearing.

“I don’t care. Either is good.”

“Alright, I’ll take left?” Nancy took off the flannel.

“Sure.”

Robin would be fine. Robin would be fine. Robin was not fine. Nancy was undressing right in front of her and Robin was going to die. She grabbed her own shirt off the floor after Nancy dropped it and rushed out of the room.

When she returned Nancy was laying in bed, covered by the sheets. Robin joined her, only wearing her own shirt and her underwear.

“Goodnight, Nance,” Robin said, turning her back to the other girl.

“Goodnight, Robin,” Nancy replied, throwing her arm over Robin’s waist.

[ellewritesandrants]

This is going to be mildly controversial but here’s me subverting some of the tropes I’ve seen involving Dacre, Joe and Joseph and pushing it onto Billy, Steve and Eddie.

Steve is a famous musician who catapults Eddie’s band into fame after they do a tour together and people start shipping them together. They neither confirm nor deny any allegations which makes the rumors a lot worse but fast forward to maybe a year after the tour has finished and Steve’s doing press of his new album while Corroded Coffins just got done with their last tour stop at a sold-out Madison Square Garden Concert.

Imagine the rest of the band deciding to do something nice for Billy who was their first ever manager/back up player who was instrumental to the rise of Corroded Coffins. He had even managed to take over as the drummer on his birthday because Gareth was an idiot who sprained his wrist from a bad landing doing some skateboard tricks for some fans pre-show. They decided to make a thank-you post on their official Instagram, not realizing that Billy and Eddie’s five year long relationship wasn’t public yet.

The internet basically explodes in anger over this supposed random stranger being called Corroded Coffin’s number 1 fan and for being with the boy a lot of fans loved. It also didn’t help that there were a lot of Steddie fans who bashed him for being the reason their favorite couple wasn’t together.

Steve was doing press for his new album so, during his next interview, he was blindsided about the issue. When asked about his opinion on the topic, he laughs at the thought of him and Eddie together because he’s good for a short time but not a long time.

He ends up saying he’d rather want Billy because not only is the man shredded but he has a heart of gold. He basically fanboys over Billy the entire interview, even going so far as to tell the interviewer he’d warned Eddie that if he fucked up with Billy, that Steve would be there waiting in the wings to nab Billy.

Everyone is even more confused and the internet basically implodes this time around, with majority of the fans wondering what was so good about Billy and this is when the Billy stans start coming out, the ones who’d known about his existence in Corroded Coffins and loved getting any chance of seeing him.

They share all sorts of anecdotes, some personal and some from the members of Corroded Coffins as to the type of person Billy was. They share stories of him essentially being the parent whenever Corroded Coffins did a tour, cooking healthy meals whenever possible and making sure that everything was going alright even if it technically wasn’t his job anymore.

The entire time, Billy and Eddie had been on their way to California for a well-deserved week-long birthday celebration for Billy to be spent with their found family. Eddie was alerted of the drama but Billy wasn’t that big on social media so Eddie didn’t tell him in fear of ruining his birthday celebrations.

Instead, Eddie trolled all of his followers by spamming his stories all week with Billy shirtless on the beach, playing with his siblings, surfing and just generally being either hot or adorable. A lot of thirsty fans suddenly pop up because Billy is definitely as built as Steve said he was and seeing pics of him with family and volunteering at animal centers made more than a few girls and guys melt.

Steve was in LA for the interview and after Eddie watched said interview, he got the bright idea that there might be a way for everyone to get what they wanted because Billy’s already confessed that he had a crush on Steve before he’d met Eddie which didn't really go away.

Eddie invites Steve over for dinner and he straight up tells Steve that they are open to polyamory if Steve’s willing to give it a go. They then spend the next nine months trolling social media and the paparazzi by going out in pairs or all together for dates until a brave fan dared to ask Eddie if they’re all dating and he basically confirms it.

[boliv-jenta]

Hey Liv, I hope you had a good weekend☺️ I’m not sure if you take requests but I can’t stop thinking about Steve finding fem reader passed out in the embassy somewhere because she’s pregnant with Javi’s baby👀 Maybe she’s been off a while and Javi’s away somewhere with Carrillo

Disclaimer: I didn't finish Narcos and I got so excited to get a request I stayed up to get this out.

Warnings: Mentions of smut. A little angsty. Pregnancy related illness.

WC: 1.8k

Uncle Steve

The office was empty. The silence was only interrupted by the ticking of the clocks as he passed them and the click of his shoes against the floor. Each step finally taking him home to Connie. He's almost at the elevator when he sees the light on. It's odd, no one should still be here. They've been quiet as hell if they're still here. Putting it down to someone being forgetful, he pops into the office to switch off the lamp. That's when he sees you. Laying on the floor.

Panic flares in him, but he tries to stay calm. No good will come of him losing his head. What does he do? Pulse. Recovery position. Airways. Words whizz through his mind as his hands work. You're warm, that's good. His hand searches for yours. He doesn't know why, to comfort you? His fingers graze your wrist, and he feels it. A pulse. He didn't have to look too hard for it. It must be strong. At that point, you started to come around. Thank fuck because he had no idea what to do. Connie! 

"Hey. You're alright. I've got you. I'm gonna call for help." You give a weak nod as he pulls your head into his lap. The phone crashes to the floor as he reaches for it. "Shit!" Pulling on the cord, he fishes it back. It takes five rings for Connie to answer. He counts while he prays. 

"Connie. I'm at work. One of the women I work with, I found her passed out." Give him a gang full of guns to face and he'd keep his head. Medical emergencies were not his forte. 

"I'm okay." You managed, hearing the frantic worry in his tone. 

"She's conscious? Be careful letting her sit up. You don't want her passing out again. Get her checked out right away." He hears Connie's advice. Like he wasn't going to take you straight to a hospital as soon as he could.

"Thanks, Con." He is genuinely grateful. He hated the moments it was just him dealing with this.

"Woah. Take it easy." He tries to slow you as you sit up, Connie's words in his head. Please don't pass out again. 

Leaning back against the desk. You crack your eyes open to look at Steve. He looks how you feel. "I'm okay. I just need to eat, I think. My head hurts too."

Steve notices the red mark on your forehead. Maybe from the desk on your way down. He's on his feet and to the kitchen. He raids the cupboard for sweet treats. Grabs a cup of water. Then he grabs the ice pack Javi keeps in the freezer for those really bad hangover days. 

Returning like a triumphant Labrador with a ball, he places the items next to you. All except the ice pack, which he gently holds to your head.

Your pride hurts more than your head as you let Steve care for you. It was stupid to skip dinner but this lead could bring Javi back. He was out there chasing leads when he could be here. He needed to be here. There were some things you couldn't talk about over the phone. 

"Here." Steve holds up a packet of something covered with coconut. The smell turns your stomach. He jumps when you start to wretch.

"I'm sorry. It's the smell of them." A connection instantly is made in Steve's mind. One that terrifies him as well as angers him.

"Are you pregnant?" His eyes are wide as he asks. "We need to get you, both, checked out."

"I'm fine. Like I said, I need to eat. Just something without coconut." You fish out a much more appealing plain cookie. 

"You've been here all hours. And out in the field. If you were my wife…" He regrets the words as he says them. He doesn't know what your situation is.

Shame blushes your cheeks. Steve takes a stab in the dark. "Wait, the father doesn't know, does he?"

"No. Not yet." You confirm his suspicion.

"You need to go get checked out. Is there someone you can call?" It's at this point Steve realises that he knows nothing about you. 

He knows that you are a hard worker. Diligent. Somehow, in an office full of men you manage to keep off the radar. Objectively, he knows you're beautiful. In most places like this your presence would be like throwing a stake to a pack of wolves. He would have thought every single, and a few not so single, man in the office would be sniffing around you. Somehow you've managed to command respect without creating waves. Everyone keeps their distance and lets you work. Even Javi toed the line. He never flirted with you. He was always polite with you. Come to think of it…no. There was no way. You wouldn't give Javi the time of day, you were too smart to get mixed up with him or anyone in the office.

The cookie you ate wasn't sitting right. "I feel sick." 

"Come on. We're taking you to the hospital." 

An hour passed before they would let Steve see you again. He paced the floor like it was his child you were carrying. Something about seeing you on the floor. Looking so fragile and helpless. Even when you were anything but. If it were Connie, he'd want someone with her. When he entered your room, he was happy to see you looked much better. He came to sit beside you. "How are you?"

"Better. I told you I just needed to eat." You nodded at the discarded tray on the table.

"You did." He smiled before adding "So do you want me to call Javier?"

There was no point in denying it, Steve was obviously more observant that Javi had given him credit for. Even though you had been incredibly careful at work. No longing glances. No favouritism. Minimal conversation. Come to think of it, maybe you had gone too far the other way. Javi was charming. Who wouldn't want to talk to him or to curry favour with him?

Javier burst through the doors two hours later. Running right into Steve. "What happened? Where is she?"

Anger boiled in Steve. You'd been working hard to look for leads for Javier yet he had no idea what was going on with you. Grabbing Javier by the shirt he slammed him into the nearest wall. "You fucked around in the office and now I'm dealing with it. Did you know? Is that why you ran off on this lead?"

Confusion furrows Javier's brow. "What? Know what?

"She's pregnant." Steve loosen his grip a little. It seemed like Javier was genuinely stunned and concerned.

"No, I didn't know. I had no idea. We've only…a few times." Javier knew than didn't matter or that he'd uses a condom. It only took one swimmer as his sex Ed teacher once said.

"So she's just some casual fuck? In our office, really?" Steve's head spins with the momentum of Javier changing their positions.

Steve is the one now pinned to the wall, with his partner's fist twisted in the front of his shirt. It takes Steve a minute to see where Javier's anger is coming from. "What? Don't you like being called out on your bullshit?"

Javier bares his teeth before his gaze flicks in the direction of your room for just a second. Then it all becomes clear. "Shit. You care about her, don't you? Poor girl. That might actually be worse."

Javier huffs a laugh in agreement.

"How long have you been…?" He pressed for details.

"We've been dating for seven months."

"Seven fucking months? And dating? With like flowers and shit? Since when do you date?"

"Since her." A smile tugs at Javier's lips.

He started dating because you told him he'd have to work for you. You told him that he could have one night with you now. A night that you would completely make worth his while. Or he could work for it. He could get to know you then he could have more than one night. For the first few weeks that night became more tempting. Everything about you enticed him. Then as time wore on he knew he couldn't settle for just one night. It took five months for you to give him that night. But how right you were, it was completely worth his while. Javier had been with a lot of women on and off Uncle Sam's dime. None of them could hold a candle to you. You kept him up to the crack of dawn. Taking your pleasure from him and returning it, what felt like ten fold, to him. He was already hopelessly in love with you by then. He confessed as much the next morning as you lay on his chest. Since then he'd taken you on dates, treated you like a queen. Things had come up to keep you apart so he'd only known you touch a couple more times. He couldn't work out what type of luck it was that you were now carrying his child.

"Are you okay?" Javier's words ghost across your forehead as his lips leave a kiss there. "Are you both, okay?"

Damn, Steve. "Yes, we are." 

"Steve told me.It is mine, right?" Fuck. He curses himself. Of all the stupid things to say. Especially when he's into too deep to care. Part of him wouldn't give two shits who's it was. As long as you were his.

"You'd think it was Steve's, the way he's been clucking about." You joked to relieve his obvious tension. "Yes, Javier. It's yours. I'm keeping it. I can do this by myself. You don't have to.."

Javier couldn't even stand to hear you finish that sentence. He silenced you with a press of his lips. 

"I will be here. For them. For you if you want me to."

"I do, Javi."

"Good because Steve might kill me."

"DEA agent slain by partner is not a good headline."

"Ex-partner."

"What?"

"Let's quit. Let's go back home. Let's do this right." 

"Are you serious?"

"I have done and seen so much bad shit here. The only time I don't think about or see it when I close my eyes is when I'm with you. I'm not risking losing that or our baby." His warm hand spread over your stomach.

Steve paced the hallway again. He was starting to think he might actually wear a groove in it. Then Javier appeared, a smile on his face even wider than the one he'd had all those months ago, the last time Steve had been pacing outside your hospital room. 

"It's a girl. I have a daughter. You wanna meet her?" Javier slapped his ex-partner on the back in a celebratory hug.

"Well, if that isn't karma. When she's all grown up you'll be chasing off men like you."

"That's not funny, Steve."

"Oh, it is."

"Shut up, you fucking hillbilly."

This first Javier's daughter hears of her Uncle Steve is his laughter over the grinding of her father's teeth.

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[emberstoriesandtales]

A Deal (Albert Wesker (The Mastermind) x G/N!Reader x Chris Redfield)

This is the final part to the other oneshots I have done with Albert and Chris! I hope it's alright!

◇◇◇

Y/N sighed as they began to repair the generator that they appeared next to.

It's been a while since Wesker has visited their cabin and Chris had expressed his feelings for them.

Y/N just didn't know what to do about them both.

They remembered Jill and Claire had shared their concern with them since they knew that Y/N and Chris were close, so they hoped that they knew what was going on between Chris and Wesker.

But they didn't know either.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked confused.

Everyone knew that the two hated each other, but they both were right at each other's throats which confused everyone.

"Hopefully this match goes well." Y/N mumbled.

But after a couple seconds, a scream rang out, causing them to jump and accidentally make the generator explode.

'Hopefully that the killer didn't notice.' They thought as they tried to get back to fixing the generator until a sharp pain spread across the palm of their hand.

"Shit!" They exclaimed as they hissed in pain as they pulled their hand from the generator, a pretty large gash ran across their hand.

Something inside the generator must have came loose and cut their hand.

Then another scream rang out, causing Y/N to look in the direction where it was coming from.

Since they were on Haddonfield, they didn't have that far to go to help out.

Quickly, but carefully, they wrapped their hand up with some bandages that they had before hurrying over to the main house to go help.

But as they entered, a hand went over their mouth as an arm wrapped around their waist.

"Don't worry dearheart, just sleep for now." Wesker's voice whispered in their ear as they felt a small pinch in their neck, causing them to fall limp, their vision becoming black.

◇◇◇

"Y/N!" A voice exclaimed in concern as they began to wake up, their head throbbed in pain.

"Y/N, thank god." The voice spoke again as they felt something press against their forehead.

"Chris?" They muttered as they rubbed their eye.

Once their vision came around, they noticed that they were lying on a king sized bed with a black comforter.

And they were inside a pretty big and luxurious bedroom.

"Where are we?" Y/N asked as they sat up.

Chris rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

"Well..."

Then the door of the room opened, and Wesker walked in.

He looked pleased to see that Y/N was up.

"Good, your finally awake." He said as he walked over and sat on the opposite side of the bed from Chris.

They could see a thin red line across his cheek, which made them wonder how he got it.

"What happened?" Y/N asked as they crossed their arms, looking between the two for an explanation.

Chris and Wesker looked at one another then looked away.

"Well..."

◇◇◇

Chris watched from the window to the Meyer's house as he saw Wesker knock Y/N out and carried them to the couch in the living room.

The mastermind had just killed Steve and Yui, leaving him, Chris, and Y/N the only ones in the trial now.

"I know you're there... Chris." Wesker growled as he grabbed Chris by his vest and yanked him inside, throwing him to the floor.

Growling in anger, Chris lunged straight at Wesker, managing to grab his knife from him and used it to slash at the killer's face.

While he managed to cut him a bit, Wesker flipped him over onto the ground, his foot digging into his back.

Bringing his hand up to his cheek where the knife got him, Wesker chuckled.

"Things are really getting interesting now, eh Chris?" He asked as he grabbed him by the throat, leaning in dangerously close.

"Do you actually think you can defeat me?" He sneered as his grip tightened on the survivor's throat.

"Y/N is mine, and you can't do a thing about it."

Then a large shock rang through Wesker's hand, causing him to scream in pain as he dropped Chris.

"It's was entertaining for a little while, but I have had enough of this." The voice of the Entity spoke in the two men's heads.

"You can both share them, as long as you two stop fighting over them. Or would you prefer if I get rid of them permanently?"

This caused the two men to look towards Y/N, both not happy to share but they didn't want to lose Y/N.

"Fine, on one condition." Wesker said not looking away from the unconscious person.

"What is your condition?"

"They are not put in trials anymore, and whenever one of us is in a trial, the other stays with them." He then looked up at Chris.

"Is that alright with you?"

Chris nodded.

"Fine. They will stay in your little realm, and I will have their belongings sent there as well."

The two sighed but then glared at each other, they still hated each other but they will have to deal with one another to keep Y/N safe.

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Once they were done explaining everything, they noticed that Y/N was blushing a deep red, which made Wesker chuckle.

"So I won't be put into anymore trials? And what about the other survivors, I won't be able to see them again?" They asked, upset that they won't be able to see her friends.

"The Entity did say that some could visit once in a while, with my permission since this is my little realm." The mastermind replied.

Then black fog started to engulf Chris which upset him, he wanted to be with Y/N just a little longer.

"I'll see you in a little while okay?" He said as he grabbed Y/N hand and pressed a kiss to it before he vanished, leaving Y/N and Wesker alone.

"Now that he is gone, why don't we continue what we started from when I visited you a while back." Wesker purred before smashing his lips onto Y/N’s.

Still blushing quite a bit, Y/N smiled a little bit as they kissed him back, their arms wrapping around his neck as he threw his jacket off and climbed onto the bed with them.

"Albert..." Y/N tried to speak but he kept on kissing them.

It took a little bit to stop him, eventually he did and looked down at them to see that they looked exhausted.

"Get some rest dearheart, I'll see you in a little while." He said  before giving them one last kiss before leaving the room so Y/N could sleep.

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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy [S.Harrington x Henderson!Reader]

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A/N: guys two more chapter to go and we finish GOFLB 😭😭 thank you so much for who has been reading so far till here, i'm so happy you enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed writing it. Trigger warning for violence again.

Chapter 17: Thriller

As you got inside, what you had time to see was Steve giving Billy a hard punch that got him to be thrown on the table, a dark chuckle coming from him before he started towards Steve.

You went to the kids and got down on Lucas eyes level, checking him up worried that Billy could've done something to him "You alright Lucas?"

"I'm fine, i would've had my ass beaten but Steve punched Billy in time" You nodded and stood in front of the kids to protect them, you looked from Billy to Steve that were just in the middle of a huge fight and looked around to find a way to help Steve.

That's when you saw the pot Mike was helding earlier during the demodogs attack and fastly aproached it, held it on your hand and walked to where Billy was just beatin the hell out of Steve's face "Y/N/N, what are you doing?!" Dustin asked desperatly on the back

"Hey Hargrove!" You shouted

When he turned around, stopping punching Steve, you broke the pot on his head, a shattering sound coming from the impact against his head, he groaned and get down on his knees while you pushed Steve to your side and you guys started to walk backwards.

"Thanks" Steve said cleaning a little bit of sweat on his face, hiss leaving his mouth when he touched a part that would form a bruise later

"You're welcome"

"You're so dead Henderson!" Billy shouted after regaining his lost conscience

Billy got up and started to run towards you and before he could've had hit you with a punch, you fastly ducked down, kicked him between his legs and punched him.

"Holy shit, Henderson!" Steve exclaimed, shocked look at seeing Billy groaning in pain holding his crotch

"That's my sister!" Dustin said proudly

"I think i just fallen in love with you" Steve said dumbstruck

"How about we left it for later!" you said as you saw Billy getting back up

Adreneline pulsed trought your veins when Billy aimed at you again but Steve pushed him with his body before he could get any closer to you and in some way Billy managed to get out of Steve's hold by breaking a plate on his head and you felt like everything stopped in seeing Billy just hit Steve over and over brutaly, Steve's face getting full of blood by the split lip Billy just gave him.

By the rush of feelings and anger inside you, you fastly aproached him, kicked Billy's right on the back of his knee making him stumble a little and pulled him by his hair away from Steve and throwed him away.

"Billy stop!" Max exclaimed in an attempt to stop her mad brother

"End him, Y/N!" Mike shouted

"Fucking bitch" Billy stood up again

He quickly grabed you by your neck and backed you against the closest wall, air circulation going tight around your throath, you tried to free yourself by pushing his chest the best you could.

"What a shame Hargrove, i just like being chocked if there's my consent!" you chuckled at your worst time joke

"I'm gonna end you up, Henderson!" he said trough gritted teeth

"STOP IT BILLY! YOU GONNA KILL HER!"

"COME ON Y/N/N! "

You felt your lungs burn with the lack of oxygen but managed to lift your leg and kick Billy right on his stomach and he stumbled a few steps back and hold on your troath getting lost, you gasped trying to get oxygen back and saw Steve turn him around and give him a punch.

The best you could, you runned back to the kids to get them out of the way so that they wouldn't get hit by either Steve or Billy. You saw the moment Billy throwed Steve on the ground, got up on him and started hitting him with full force on his punches directly on his face. You didn't know what else do to help Steve, you could see that he was going out and probably gonna faint the less he tried to fight against Billy and you felt like crying at seeing the scene.

"Stop it, Billy!" you managed to shout at the boy

"Kill him Steve!"

"Come on Steve!"

"Stop it Billy, you gonna kill him!"

"Stop it Billy! For god's sake!"

"Come on Steve, kill the bastard!"

"Kill that mother fucker Steve!"

"You gonna kill him Billy!"

You and the kids shouted at both of them, you and Max trying to put some sense in Billy's mad state and the boys to get Steve to react and fight back.

Already on the verge of tears and without knowing what to do, you missed Max slipping past you and grabing a syringe with the medicine Joyce used to make Will fall asleep and inserted it on Billy's neck, his movements against Steve faltered.

"The hell?" Max stepped back as Billy got up and took the syringe out of his neck and turned to Max "What did you do you little bitch?"

You saw Billy's steps falther and he fell backwards and on the ground next, looking like he was about to pass out and that's when you finally got hold that the medicine was making it's effects, Billy looked like he wouldn't be able to get up but started to laugh like a maniac man.

Max huffed and picked Steve's spiked bat and your eyes growed in size at seeing her getting back to Billy, looking down at him and ready to hit him with the bat if she needed.

"From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone! Do you understand?!"

"Screw you" Billy said, voice slurred

What Max did scared the hell out of you as she swinged the bat and hit it just between Billy's legs, he left his head and looked just where it landed, shocked eyes on the bat and back to Max "Say you understand! Say it! Say it!"

"I understand..." Billy said lowly, almost impossible of hearing, but you managed to get it

"What?" Max asked again, her head tilting

"I understand" He said before he finally passed out because of the drug on his system and you rushed to Steve's side a few steps away from Billy and crounched down by his side, cradling his face on your trembling hands

"Steve? Steve?" you gave little taps on his face but he didn't move

Growing worried, you moved your head over his chest and sighed reliefed when you heard his heart still beating and soft breaths coming out of his obstrused nose.

"Thanks god" you moved away and heard a jiggle of keys "What's that?"

"Let's get out of here" Max said showing you Billy's car keys

Dustin saw how you hesitated at the idea, he saw the bruises on your neck of where Billy chocked you a few minutes before and grow worried, he knew you were thinking deeply and let out a reliefed sigh when you nodded at them.

"Ok, yeah, let's do this"

"Yes!" Dustin said and you saw Lucas do a little comemoration

"Come on Mike! Help me first to put Steve on the back seat. Lucas, Max and Dustin, you search what we could use on the tunnels" you said putting one of Steve's arm over your shoulder

"Wait, you wanna take him?" Mike asked and pointed to Steve

"Well duh?!"

"In what he could help?! He's passed out!" Lucas said too

"Guys, i'm not gonna let him all bruised and beaten up with Hargrove on the same place as him. Come on Mike! Max, the keys!" Knowing that there was no way to make you change your mind, the kids nodded and Mike went to you to help put Steve on the car while the others went to find what was necessary just so your plan could work out and Max throwed the keys and you headed to the car.

After you put Steve on the backseat, you and Mike head back inside the house and helped the others, you picked up your backpack that had some cans of gasoline from where you were chasing after Dart and you picked up Steve's backpack too and his spiked bat and went back to the car and putting everything on the trunk.

After everything was alright, you reunited with the kids on the living room after you went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit just so you could patch up Steve.

"So everyone's understood the plan?" you asked

"Yes, find the hub" Max continued

"Drench it on gasoline" Lucas said

"Burn the vines" Dustin completed

"And get out alive before the demodogs get to us" Mike said finally

"And remember to always use the protections, Hopper mentioned about toxic dust so take care" you said and you all agreed and headed outside and before you could close the door, you heard Lucas.

"What about Billy?"

"Leave him be, i'm pretty sure he can find his way home" you said and closed the door and headed to the car with the kids

"There's only one problem" Dustin said and everyone turned to him "Y/N doesn't know how to drive"

"Shit, that's true" you said huffing

"How did you didn't remember you don't know how to drive?" Mike asked you

"I was worried about other things at the moment Michael!" you told him

"I can!" Max said and everyone looked puzzled at her "I mean, i drove once in a parking lot"

You looked dumbfounded at her and let out a scoff. You couldn't believe you were agreeing on let a thirteen year old girl drive, you swore that if you left alive out of that, you would start taking driving lessons "Well, guess we don't have another choice"

"What?!" Mike, Lucas and Dustin exclaimed

"You gonna let a thirteen year old girl lead us to death?!" Lucas asked and Max scoffed at him

"We're so dead" Mike stated

"Excuse me you knuckleheads, but last time i remember none of you know how to drive and i don't either, our best bet was Steve that it's passed out on the backseat, so if you have a better idea, enlighten us!" they all went silent looking at each other and letting out a huff "That's what i thought, get in the car!" you commanded and handed Max the keys "You better not get us killed"

She nodded and you got inside the car, sitting beside Dustin that had Steve by his side and Mike sat on Steve's other side, Lucas sat on the passenger's seat and opened the map he got and Max finally sat on the driver's seat, closed the door and started the engine, you took a deep breath.

"I really hope that we don't die, you guys better not even mention this a responsible adult" you sighed and Max took a turn to get on the road "Lean a little back Dusty, just let me clean Steve's wounds"

Dustin got a little back, holding Steve's head while you grabbed the first aid kit, took what you would need and started to clean Steve's wound while Max drove off.

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[billy-hardgrove]

“Why so blue, pretty boy?”

Billy hopped over the small wall Steve was perched on, sitting himself down right next to him and flashing a wide grin that was only met with a stone-faced scowl staring forwards.

“I’m not doing this again.” Steve closed his eyes, trying to will away everything around him, including Billy; but the small, raspy laugh next to him signalled the other man wasn’t going anywhere. It was unseasonably chilly for the middle of July, Steve even having to wear one of his sweaters out. The sky was grey, overcast, not a single spot of blue. The weatherman said the tail end of some tropical storm was blowing over town, but Steve couldn’t help but feel it was fitting for a town in mourning.

“I get it. I’d be depressed too if I had to work in that dump. Still a whole lot better than slinging Ice Cream though, eh?”

“How did you- Ugh.” Steve rolled his eyes. Of course Billy knew about his new job at Family Video. He’d be starting in a couple of days, but that wasn’t why he was so out of it. He’d still be working with Robin, which was oddly comforting, and the uniform was much, much more dignified. “I’m not depressed.” He was. “I’m just thinking.”

“Yeah, well don’t hurt yourself.” Now that got Steve to turn towards Billy, scowling at the sun kissed blonde. The way the light hit him cast a golden halo around his body and made his hair shine. But nothing was brighter than the smile on his face. “Relax, big guy, everything’s over. You don’t gotta play babysitter. Or monsterhunter. So quit lookin’ like you got the weight of the world of your shoulders.”

Steve just sighed, running a hand back through his hair and making that well-groomed mop flop forwards. Even depressed he still managed to take care of himself.

“I just wish I did more. Maybe-”

“Maybe what? Huh? You weren’t the only one a part of that rodeo. Why are you actin’ like everything fell on you?” It stung because he was right. He just refused to believe it. Everything had happened so fast, over the course of a few days, and by the time the Mindflayer lay dead and Starcourt stood in flames they were all left shell shocked. It was taking a lot more time to actually process it all. To come to terms with everything they lost.

“If I hadn’t let myself get mixed up with that Russian bullshit, I-”

“Fuck sake, Harrington!” Billy pushed himself to his feet and came around to stand in front of Steve, forcing the other to look his way. He couldn’t look more like a Cali kid even if he tried. The swim trunks, the flip flops, the sunglasses perched on his head, the loose shirt with a measly two buttons done up at the bottom leaving Steve to wonder why even bother. “Enough with the pity party, yeah? Who the hell even invited me?”

“I did.” He turned away. He couldn’t even bear to look at him. He didn’t want someone trying to make him feel better, he just wanted to… wallow for awhile. “I’m sorry.”

Billy crossed his arms with a loud huff and the pair fell silent for a few moments, until it became too awkward and an uncomfortable grimace spread over Steve’s face.

“Alright! Alright! I get it!” He threw his arms up and then waved them dismissively towards Billy. “I’ll stop being so damn hard on myself. You happy now?” He still couldn’t look at him, but he didn’t have to to know that Billy wasn’t smiling any more. That that golden glow had faded and the man had been cast into shadow, just like the rest of the town.

“No. Not until you stop blaming yourself.” Billy took his seat next to Steve again, their knees knocking together. But Steve couldn’t feel it. “If it was anyone’s fault, it was mine--”

“No!” His face twisted into anger, his hands clenching into fists around his knees. “How the hell was any of that your fault?!”

“That’s what you think though. Right? The same part of you that blames yourself, even though it wasn’t, blames me, too. Blames… Hopper. Henderson. Wheeler. All of them. You’re just spinning a wheel and throwing the blame at whoever’s name it lands on to try and make yourself feel better because the real thing to blame is… gone. And you’re not even allowed to talk about it.”

Steve was grateful that the sky chose that moment to open up and shower them both in a light rain. The droplets leaving small dark patches in his denim would do wonders to hide the ones he was making himself.

This was too much. It was all too much. And he had no one to talk to about any of it. He felt guilty bringing it up around the kids, especially Max, he just wanted them to try and get back to normal as quickly as possible. To try and enjoy their summer and just be kids. Any attempt to talk about it with Robin left her looking confused and uncomfortable. This was all still so new to her, and she was still clearly grasping with the concept of the supernatural being real. He was supposed to be there for her, not the other way around. Nancy was… no. He couldn’t talk to Nancy. He had no one. No one but himself.

“So what if I want to blame myself a little? Maybe this is how I get better, huh?” His voice shook as he swallowed down a sob. “Maybe this is how I process shit?” Steve tilt his head back, eyes closed again, letting the rain bespeckle his face, his ears twitching at the sound of distant thunder. Maybe there was a storm coming after all.

“Maybe. I ain’t a psychologist. But if that’s true then maybe some part of you knows its wrong. Wants to challenge those thoughts. And that’s… that’s why I’m here, right?” The faint smell of nicotine sent a shiver down Steve’s spine, finally turning towards Billy and looking at him again. He wasn’t even smoking. “Steve. I know if you’d been a bit more aware what was goin’ on with me, despite all the shit we went through, you’d have tried everything to help me. You’d have been at Max’s side. Comin’ up with dumb plans to trap me. Try and get that thing outta me. I know.” He reiterates that with a firmness in his voice, grabbing Steve’s attention and giving him a stern look.

“I wish that was true.” Steve locks eyes with Billy, offers him a smile, and then shakes his head. “I saw the look on your face when you were staring up at that thing. You were so scared. You looked so… alone. I wish I knew for a fact that you knew that we’d have done anything to save you. If we just had more time. But that’s what really kills me, you know? That you might have died thinking that none of us cared. That no one cared.”

Steve tucked his arms around himself, tried to make himself small, pulled himself away from the figure next to him. Billy was dead. Billy was in the ground. This was just some figment of his own mind trying to make him feel better, just like he’d said.

‘Billy’ got back to his feet, the light of the sun illuminating his face again as he smiled. “You’re a good guy, Steve Harrington. And some part of you believes that. Or I wouldn’t be saying it, right? I’m just following your script after all.” The figment let out a loud bark of laughter, that faded into another, much closer, clap of thunder. Steve’s head jerked upwards, but by then he was already gone, leaving behind only the ghostly scent of cigarette smoke.

Some part of him had to believe that, huh? Yeah. He supposed he did. It was just going to take time to hear it in his own voice.

[abbatoirablaze]

Heaven's Demons, Chapter 40

Word Count:  1.3k

Warnings:  mentions of violence, aggression, being stabbed, character death.

1 Year Later

Sweetie smiled, her boys celebrating their birthday while she held her two-month-old daughter.  The twins blew out their candles with the help of Jake and Steve, and the rest of the charter members and non-MC friends began clapping and cheering for the little boys who looked more and more like their father with every passing day.

Her heart fluttered in happiness, seeing everyone there.  Lee and Lauren had showed up with their son and Amelia.  She was newly pregnant and had a very large ring on her finger.  After Andy was put away, Lee fought to have custody of Amelia to make sure that she was with family, and ever since then they couldn’t be happier.

Ari had started dating Bucky’s little sister, Rebecca, one of Lauren’s teacher friends, while working down at the VA, helping other veterans find a creative outlet once they were out of the military.  While he wasn’t part of the MC anymore, he still talked with a lot of the guys, and had begun working towards a counseling degree and assisting with programs to help more veterans like himself.

Even Bucky had shown up, with year-long sober Charles on his arm.  While they had a hard time getting Charles away from Nigel, Bucky managed to provide a safe space for him to detox under the protection of the Junkyard Dogs, and by the end of it, the two men had found themselves falling in love with one another.  Bucky had someone to care for, and Charles found himself caring for the heavily neglected biker in such a way that Bucky flourished under his gaze.  The two of them had even talked about adopting a child together, and Bucky had finally moved out of the clubhouse and into an actual house with Charles. 

And while Steve, Jake, and Sweetie were happy with their little arrangement, Steve had decided that they needed to find a bigger house for their growing family.  So, while the party was at the clubhouse, Sweetie’s brother, and a few of the other guys had disappeared to move the stuff into a brand new house that Steve had purchased, with the hopes that once he got everyone home, and the kids to bed, that the three adults could begin christening it, and working on baby number four.  Because while he loved his boys, and Jake’s little addition, he found himself craving the idea of more kids around. 

He was becoming softer ever since their little arrangement started, and Jake and Sweetie had not only made a place in his heart, but they made Steve a calmer, better man who strived to make the MC more above-board. 

But the rest of the old charter was there.  Or most of them were, at least.  Lucas had managed to find love in a sweet butt and they were taking it slow.  He still held a lot of anger over losing Pixie, and when Steve had told him that he and Jake would be playing the role of the twins father now that he’d finally settled down, but Lee was a man of habit, and knew that he had nothing outside of the club. 

Alice and Jefferson had gotten back together after Johnny’s patch party, and Jefferson had become more protective than ever now that she was about to burst with their first child; a little girl.  Meanwhile, Johnny and Hellcat had a little boy, a few months before Sweetie, Jake, and Steve’s little girl was born. 

The only person who seemed to be missing from their little group was Sam, who unfortunately was unable to cope with the loss of his little librarian.  Steve did, however, give him a way out, and Sam ended up back in town with Ari, helping veterans at the VA.  He was still working through his own issues, but had been getting better, even through the refusal of coming to the twin’s party.

“Alright, what did you wish for?” Jake asked, playfully teasing the boys.

“Daddy that’s not how it works,” Dylan giggled, looking at him.  Then he looked at Steve, “dad, tell daddy that’s not how it works.”

“He’s right,” Steve smiled, winking at his boyfriend, “they tell you and it won’t come true.”

“I wished that the bad man was gone…that he stayed gone,” Mikey said quickly to his Steve, making his voice low enough that no one else could hear him, “that we were safe.”

Steve gave his son a soft look and patted his hair.  A few weeks ago, they caught sight of Andy on the news, and had been having nightmares as they overheard a trial was going to be happening, and they were worried that Andy would escape and come after their family.  But Steve sighed as he looked at the worried face of his son, a plan in motion so that his sons would never have to worry about Andy Barber ever again., “I promise buddy…we’re all safe…now you and your brother have some cake, okay?”

“And in breaking news, Thor Odinson, wanted for the murder of his brother has been located yesterday in the state of Nebraska,” the news anchor said.  Across the room, Andy looked up from his table to see a picture of Thor, and then a video of him being apprehended and loaded into a cruiser, “he’s been wanted in connection to the murder of his brother nearly a year ago, an up-and-coming politician who was looking to rebuild the city.”

“You’re in my spot.”

Andy looked behind himself to see a large man.  He was roughly the same size as him, but the guy looked worse for wear.  Andy narrowed his eyes, “Fuck off.”

The guy’s jaw tensed, but he said nothing as Andy turned back around. 

“Should really pay attention there, Barber.”

Andy’s eyes shot up to see someone all too familiar staring back at him.  His brow furrowed, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing here?”

“They transferred me back home once they got me,” Thor grumbled, sitting down at the table.  Andy frowned, noting that Thor’s trademarked long hair had been snipped to a buzzcut, “gotta try me in the state that Loki met his end in…”

“But how are you here?”

“Funny story about that,” he chuckled.  Andy gasped as he felt a sharp prick in his back, right along his spine.  Then two more in quick succession leading up to his neck, before the final one settled right at the juncture of his neck and shoulders.  His hand reached up and he felt for the shiv, “Cap made me an offer, Barber…and after I learned about what you did to the others…bout what you set up…the rest of that shit didn’t matter…so I let them catch me…just so I could deliver a message to you…personally!”

The guard’s whistle blew, and they called for everyone to get down.  Andy fell backwards off his seat; his back hitting the cold concrete.  Thor raised his head ever so slightly as the blood pooled around his former president. 

“Every man bleeds, Barber.  We don’t kill women and we don’t kill children.  You destroyed our own as a means to control them…and that ain’t what the Heaven’s Demons are about!” Thor said firmly, “wish I could say I’m sorry brother…but I’m not.  It’s just a matter of survival.”

And as the light faded from Andy’s eyes and his body started to feel cold, he looked at the man who was still standing behind him.  The man claiming that Andy was in his seat.  And he caught the Heaven’s Demon’s mark along his forearm.  Rumlow’s face look like it’d been blown to hell and sewn back together. 

He almost didn’t recognize the member, but he didn’t need to.  He knew that it was a final message from Cap, telling him that he was done.

That it was game over for him and that he was never going to get out alive.

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Timeless (XXI)

A/N: Happy 104th Birthday, Steve Rogers!!! Here’s the next chapter of Timeless! Please remember that Timeless was inspired by @just-dreaming-marvel​ ‘s Out Of Time series and that you should consider giving it a read. Likes, comments, reblogs and any feedback is appreciated. 

(Previously On...)

Once she felt like she had calmed down enough, Olivia left her room and headed back downstairs to the living room. She found Pepper there, doing some work yet again. The strawberry blonde looked up from the tablet she had been working on and gasped softly.

"Olivia...are you alright?" she asks her.

The young girl pulls the glove off her right hand, the glove provided some shielding from the wall but, not enough.

"I um...I punched the wall..." she admits with some embarrassment.

Pepper sets her tablet aside and gets up from the chair she had been sitting in, "I'll go grab the medical kit." she tells her.

She walks out of the living room and returned moments later with a first aid kit. She takes a seat beside Olivia, who had taken a seat on the couch, before opening up the kit. The strawberry blonde woman pulled out an antiseptic spray, a cotton pad and a couple of bandages. Pepper carefully picked up the young woman's hand and cleaned around the wound first, Olivia watches her and gets lost in a memory.

Olivia watched as Bucky treated the wounds on her left hand after she had punched the tree. In the moment, she had barely felt any pain as her anger had clouded her senses but, now as Bucky held her hand carefully, she could feel the pain radiating in her knuckles. Her Cerulean eyes tracked Bucky's movements, watching as he poured some rubbing alcohol on a gauze before using it to cleaning the blood off her hand.

"Ouch!" Olivia yelped, the sting of the antiseptic spray jolting her out of her memories.

"Sorry, sorry. But, you know if you didn't punch the wall...you wouldn't be in this position." Pepper tells her.

Olivia sighed, "I know. It was just...I was so angry. I wish Tony would just drop it about my hand. I'm not....I'm not ready to talk about it and I wish he'd respect that." she says.

Pepper nods, "Don't worry, I'll make sure he'll leave you alone about it."

She wraps the bandage around the brunette's hand and then she was done.

"There you go." she says.

"Thank you." Olivia pulls her glove back on.

"I'm happy to help, just try not to do that again...okay?" Pepper tells her.

Olivia nods, "Okay, I'll try not to." she promises.

She then gets up from the couch, "I think I'll head down to the workshop...check in on Tony." she tell Pepper.

Pepper gives her a nod before closing the first aid kit and gets up to put it up. Olivia walks out of the living room and heads down the second set of stairs to get to the workshop. When she could see into the workshop, she saw that Tony was being suited up in some kind of metal suit. The current brunette inputted her code into the digital keypad before entering the workshop.

"What in the world?!" she questioned.

"JARVIS, I thought I told you to put the workshop into lock-down." Tony says from his position.

"Sir, you also told me that Ms. Coulson can be allowed into the workshop at anytime." the AI reminds him.

"Tony, what the hell is that?" Olivia asked in confusion.

"It's a suit. I'm just trying to test it out." he answers.

"But, you're going to test it outside the workshop...right?" she questions.

"Well, yeah." Tony says as if it were obvious.

Olivia walked further into the workshop, making her way closer to Tony. She moves around to stand in front of him.

"I thought you were smart, Mr. Stark. Don't you think I would've notice if you were no longer in the building or that JARVIS would have alerted me to your sudden departure?" she questions him.

"I uh..." Tony started.

"Sir, my job is to protect you. In case it managed to slip your mind, you were kidnapped and were missing for three months. You can't leave this house without me, now please step out of the suit." Olivia tells him.

"If you take a seat at my desk, JARVIS can keep you informed with my location. He will also give you the stats of the suit. You can't stop me from testing it out, so please just let me do this." Tony tells her.

She sighs, "Fine, fine." she steps back from the suit that Tony was encased in and makes her way to Tony's desk.

"JARVIS, do a weather and ATC check. Start listening in on ground control." she hears Tony tell his AI.

"Sir, there are still terabytes of calculations needed before an actual flight is-" JARVIS attempts to warn.

"JARVIS! Sometimes you got to run before you can walk. Ready?" Tony cuts off.

"Wait, Tony! It sounds like there's some dangers to this, please step out of the suit." Olivia calls out.

Tony ignores Olivia, "In three...two...one," he counts down.

The suit lifts off the ground before it takes off, exiting the garage and flies up into the sky. Olivia rounds Tony's desk and sits in the chair before looking at the display that JARVIS had pulled up for her. Her Cerulean eyes take in all the data and stats that are being displayed right in front of her. Then she notices Tony's change of direction, he was heading straight up.

"What is he...?" she mutters to herself in confusion.

She watches as Tony seems to climb high into the sky until...

"JARVIS, what's going on? Why is Tony falling? W-what's happening?" she questions the AI all at once.

She got no immediate response.

"JARVIS!" she calls out.

"Ms. Coulson, Mr. Stark-" JARVIS started.

"Is fine, just fine. Thanks for your concern." Tony's voice interrupts JARVIS over the intercom.

She leans back into the chair, breathing out a sigh of relief. "Tony, thank God. You gave me quite the scare." she tells him.

"Sorry, sorry. That wasn't my intention. I'm coming to land on the roof now, be down soon." he says.

"Alright," she responds.

She adjusts her position in the chair, sitting up straighter now. She leans forward and rests her head on top of her hands as she stares at the screen in front of her. Suddenly, there came a loud crashing sound which caused Olivia to jump up from the chair and pulled out her gun.

She rounds the desk, to get a better look at her surroundings then she notices a hole in the ceiling before taking note of an armored clad Tony laying on one of his nice cars which was now crushed underneath him.

She turns the safety back on, on her gun before putting it back into the waistband of her jeans before quickly making her way to Tony's side.

"Are you alright?" she asks in concern.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." he tells her in a dismissive tone.

"JARVIS, makes note of what needs to be fix." he then tells the AI.

"Of course, sir." he responds.

"Tony, you just fell from the sky. There is no way you can be fine." Olivia tells him.

"I didn't fall from the sky, I fell from two inches above the roof." he corrects her.

He gets up from the indentation in the car and starts walking away.

"Tony, that suit is dangerous. You have to get rid of it, its my job to protect you, you don't need some suit of armor." she says, following after him.

"The suit is staying, this is my life. Not yours. This isn't about you." Tony tells her.

She sighs, this wasn't how she expected this visit to go.

"You're right. I just...never mind, I'll leave you to get out of that." she tells him before going to leave the workshop.

"Olivia," Tony calls out.

"How's your hand?" he questions when she stops walking.

"It's fine. Pepper patched it up for me before I came down here." she answers.

"Right. Well, if you uh...if you can't sleep, you are more than welcome to come down here." he tells her.

She turns around to look at him, "I appreciate it. And you should try to sleep as well." she tells him.

"Goodnight," he tells her.

"Goodnight, Tony."

Olivia exited the workshop and returned to her room. She took her gloves off once she was in the safety of her room, allowing her hands to breathe. Before she could even ask, JARVIS went about pulling up the security camera footage.

She sits down and decides to watch the footage for awhile, watching Tony work. After about ten minutes pass, she gets up and moves to her bed. She crawls under her covers and lays down, facing the wall. She closes her eyes and attempts to fall asleep.

After awhile, she sits up on her bed, hoping that a decent amount of time had passed but, when she looked at the digital clock that was in her room, it told her that it was only forty-five after two. She groaned in annoyance and threw her covers back before climbing out of bed.

She checks the security footage to see that Tony was working down in his workshop. She then decides to head back down to the workshop. She enters the workshop yet again and it garnered Tony's attention.

"Did you even try?" he wonders as he resumes his work.

"I did. Thought maybe I had managed to fall asleep for an hour only to be proven wrong." she answers.

"Did you?" she then asks.

"Nope." was his answer.

"Tony," she says in a condescending tone.

"No." he responds.

"Have you had any rest since you've returned from being held hostage for three months?"

"Yes." he tells her.

"Oh yeah? How much have you gotten?" she asks him, with a raised brow.

"I uh..."

"Ms. Coulson," JARVIS interrupts. "Mr. Stark has gotten a total of 30 hours of sleep upon returning." he informs her.

"Wow, J, can't believe you ratted me out." Tony says in disbelief.

"I'm here to serve, sir." JARVIS tells him.

Olivia sighs, "Okay alright. Tony, lets sit." she says.

Tony looks at her in confusion, "What, why?" he wonders.

"Well, you can't sleep and I can't sleep so I figured that maybe we could talk. Been told talking about traumatic experience can be helpful." she tells him.

"Uh...no thanks. Don't think so." Tony denies.

"Tony, c'mon." she says.

"No, I'm not planning-"

"I fell out of plane and splashed down into the ocean." Olivia started.

Tony's head popped up at the sudden revelation and he turned from his work to look at her.

"My uh...my older brother and I...we were trying to stop this terrorist from bombing New York." she shares more, clenching her left hand and remembered that she hadn't put her gloves back on when she gotten up from her bed.

Tony leaves his work station and moves to take a seat beside the young girl on the couch in his workshop.

"There was...some kind of power source on the plane and I knew...I knew that I had to get my hands on it. When I got my hand on it, I quickly dropped it. As soon as I had grasped it, it burned my hand. The next thing I know, that same power source burned through the floor of the plane and I uh..." she trails off.

"You fell," Tony finishes for her.

"Yeah, I fell into the ocean with the power source. I made the rash decision to grab onto it again while I was free-falling." she says.

Tony nods, "And your brother?" he inquires.

Olivia takes a breath, "To keep the bomb from reaching New York, my brother put the plane down. I was told that he didn't make it, and I'm still confused on how I survived." she tells him.

"So that's why you can't sleep." Tony figures.

"It's part of the reason, yes. There are some other things that haunt me, things I'm not ready to discuss." she tells him.

"So when...whenever someone asks about your gloves which reminds you of your hand...it sends you back there, falling." he says. "I'm so sorry, I wouldn't have pushed you to talk about it if I had known."

"Tony, how could you have know? It's not listed on my record anywhere and I don't talk about personal issues with any employers so that way I don't get patronized or compromised." she tells him. "And all of my focus can remain on my job."

"Can I see?" he inquires.

She nods before rolling up her left sleeve of her pajamas. Tony took note of the damage done to her skin, it wasn't just limited to her hand. In fact, the burn had clearly spread up most of her forearm, stopping just a little below the crease of her elbow.

He then held his left hand out to her and she gingerly set her scarred hand in his palm. He gently held her hand within his own, carefully rubbing his thumb over the marred skin. He couldn't believe that the young girl before him had suffered something so traumatic, he admired her strong spirit.

Olivia had been watching him carefully the whole time. She never had someone hold her hand so gently well, other than Coulson when he examined the extent of the damage. After some moments of silence, Olivia spoke again.

"Are you...are you back in that cave?" she wonders in a soft tone. "Whenever you close your eyes...is that where you are?"

Tony had looked up from her hand to her face when she had spoken. He was quiet for a second longer before responding to her question.

"Yes," he matched her soft tone.

"If you...if you want to, you can talk about it with me. If you don't...well, that's okay too. I'll be here when you're ready. Well, up until they decide that you're in the clear and safe." she tells him.

"And then?" he asks.

"And then I'd begin my next job wherever I'm hired next." she says.

"What if...what if I wanted you to stay?" he wonders.

Olivia was not expecting that question. She figured he'd be ready to get rid of his "babysitter" and the two of them weren't exactly close. Tonight being the only time they've really had a personal conversation. Would he really still want her around if he ended up discovering the truth.

"Well...I guess that it would just depend." she finally answered.

"On what?" Tony asked in curiosity.

"How much sleep we get." she tells him.

"Right, right. Well, fair enough. I'll let you go then." He says.

"I already told you, sir. I'm not sleeping until you do." she reminds him.

"Okay. Well...I have an idea then." he tells her.

He gets up from the couch and since he was still holding Olivia's hand, the young girl stood up as well.

"Go upstairs and grab all the blankets and pillows that in the linen closet near the living room, JARVIS will show you where it is." he tells her.

Olivia was confused by the task but, did it nonetheless once Tony had released her hand. She pulled her sleeve back down before leaving the workshop and headed upstairs.

"JARVIS?" she called once she was upstairs.

There came the sound of a lock clicking before a door swung open not five feet from where she stood. She approached the closet that had been opened for her and grabbed blankets and a couple pillows before closing the door and returned to the workshop.

Upon reentering, she takes note of the couch cushions that had been removed from the couch and set up in a certain way in front of the t.v. Tony turned to her and took the blankets out of her arms and continued setting up.

"What's this?" she wonders.

"It's a fort." he answers.

"Why did you make a fort?" she asks.

"Because it's fun. Haven't you ever slept in a fort before?" he asks.

Olivia shook her head and Tony gasped.

"What?! Every kid sleeps in a fort at least once in their life."

She shrugs, "Well, I never did."

"Then it's a good thing I'm changing that. Now get in." he tells her.

Olivia stared at Tony for a few minutes before she got down and crawled into the fort, Tony crawled in behind her. The two of them got situated and faced the tv on the wall. Tony changed the channel to some cartoon that was playing late at night. The two of them watched t.v on their stomach's for some time until, sleep called for the both of them. Olivia attempted to stay awake, not wanting to fall asleep and Tony noticed.

"Hey, it's okay. You're safe here, you're not there. Rest, you need it." he tells her.

"Tony, I'm fine." she dismisses.

He rolls his eyes at her statement before tugging the pillow she had been holding to her chest out of her arms and guided her to lay down. He pulled a blanket up over her before settling down beside her. JARVIS automatically lowered the volume of the t.v as the two got situated to fall asleep.

"Mr. Stark...I'm not sure if-"

"Relax Coulson, we're just going to sleep. Nothing more, besides you're a bit too young for me anyways." he reassures her.

Olivia nodded tiredly before settling her head against the pillow below her. Tony lays down beside her and tugged her into his chest. She ended up face to face with the arc reactor in his chest, the device glowing dimly beneath his shirt. The white noise the t.v provided and the soft thud of Tony's heart beating lulled the young girl to sleep, her fingers clutching onto his shirt. Tony looked down at her, taking in her sleeping form before he too drifted off to sleep. JARVIS turned off the remaining lights but, left the t.v on.

(Next Time On...)

[onelilhippie]

OUTCAST: chapter eight

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STEVE WAS yelling, and my vision was going spotty from the pain. i managed to look over at him, he was being choked. my arms and ankles were held down by these god awful creatures, i was wriggling and writhing, trying to escape their hold, when a tail wrapped around my throat as well. i coughed as it tightened, expelling all the air from my chest. i was getting dizzy, unable to claw at the tail around my neck. just as my vision was fading to black, the bat was ripped from my throat by a kick to its face.

it skidded across the grey ground, turning over, unmoving. i breathed in heavily, gasping for air. i looked up to see eddie, standing over me with an oar in his grip. he swung, knocking the bats away from my aching body. as soon as i was free, i sat up with a jerk, coughing. my throat was sore, my arms and ankles burning from the tight hold. he bent down, trying to soothe me with his hand on my back, but a stinging pain burned over my spine.

eddie lifted the back of my shirt, hissing at what he saw. i could feel the sting of open wounds where i was dragged. he looked at me with concern in his eyes. i stood, sore and aching, with a groan.

"shit!" he called, swinging the oar and hitting another bat that came way too close.

he turned to me, cupping my face in his hands.

"you okay?" eddie asked, eyes searching my own. i found it in me to nod, even though it wasn't true. my back was burning, my arms and wrists bruised from the bats grasp, my throat sore from almost choking. he knew i wasn't okay, but there wasn't much to do in the moment.

the girls were taking care of steve as i stood a few feet behind eddie,  he swung at bats non stop. the girls were still trying to pry the bat off of steve's neck before he ran out of air. nothing was working. eddie hit another bat, and it flung towards nancy.

"nance, watch out!" i called hoarsely as it clung to her back. she yelped, bending over. i grabbed the oar she dropped, smacking one impossibly close to robin, who was yanking on the tail of the one on nancy. eddie hit one, his oar breaking, and he started yelling.

"god damn it! shit!"

steve managed to wrench the bat off himself, slinging it to the ground, while nancy killed the one threatening her. eddie was sparring yet another bat, which he ended up spearing with the broken oar and slamming to the ground. steve was still taking his anger out on the bat, smashing it repeatedly. with his bare foot, he stepped on it, bit it, and ripped it in half, spitting blood onto the ground. badass.

"steve!"

"jesus christ." eddie groaned, reaching for me and yanking me into a hug. i winced at his touch, my arms stinging. he looked me over and backed up, shortly apologizing, and looked around

"jesus h. christ! marnie almost died! this is fucking crazy." eddie yelled, slamming his broken oar the the ground in anger and walking away for a moment. i turned my arms over, looking at the many scratches and bites, blood pooling around my open wounds. after his tantrum, eddie made his way back to me, taking my hands in his and looking over me.

"jesus they really got you. are you alright?" i nodded, sighing. it could've been worse.

"yeah, peachy." i smiled with tight lips, yanking my shirt over my head. eddie looked at me incredulously, but i had a sports bra on under. i took my shirt and dabbed at the blood on my arms, trying to look as normal as possible. also, trying not to throw up at the irony smell. he gently took the shirt from my hands and helped me out. i smiled up at him, ignoring the stinging. eddie gave me a kiss on the forehead and a light hug, trying not to hurt me.

"uh, do you guys think these bats have like, rabies?" robin asked shakily, as if she had been the one bitten and torn up. at the time, i wasn't really worried about it.

"what?" steve asked.

"it's just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear, and i think we should probably get you and marnie to a doctor soon, because once the symptoms set in, it's too late. you're already dead." robin rambled, but before anyone could answer, shrieking plagued our ears. eddie took my hand in his, squeezing it thrice, as we looked up at the swarm of bats headed right for us. we all made a run for it, turning the opposite direction, but bats stopped us there too, covering the gate that we needed to go through.

i looked at everyone, hoping for a quick resolve.

"alright, there's not that many. we can take 'em. right?" steve asked as the things screeched towards the gate. i was unsure, but i was already fucked up, so i'd do whatever i had to.

shrieking echoed around us, and sure enough, a swarm of them were on their way.

"you sure?" i asked shakily, not even close to registering what was happening. eddie was visibly stressed, running his hand through his hair and pulling me impossibly close to his side.

"the woods! come on!" nancy said, and we all turned, taking off in the direction she led us. i ran right beside eddie, afraid to let go of him now. we ran over the vines and towards the woods, listening to the thunder rumble and crack against the red sky.

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the sky was crackling, bright red lightning against an eerily navy sky, and we were hiding under a giant rock. listening to the swirling shrieks of the demobats around us had us all on edge. we were all crouched, watching the sky like our life depended on it. well... it did, in hindsight.

no one was talking, just heavy breathing from sprinting through the woods. we waited for a good few minutes before we decided it was a good time to get going.

"oh... okay. that was close." robin commented, stumbling into a stand.

"for sure." i agreed, nodding fervently.

"too close." eddie's voice cracked. he stood beside me. i noticed that ever since we'd been in the upside down, he hadn't left my side. he once again took my hand in his.

steve stood up last, stumbling into the tree beside him, mumbling curses.

"steve?" nancy gasped, "jesus."

"i'm fine, i'm fine."

"no, no you're not. you're losing blood. c'mon, sit, sit." steve had got off way worse than me, losing a couple pounds after the demobats were finished with him. sure, i was bleeding, and a little dizzy, but it was fine. yeah, maybe i could still taste metal in my mouth from being choked. i could definitely deal.

steve on the other hand, was bleeding from a viscious wound to the abdomen.

"you know first aid, right?" robin asked me. i nodded, stumbling over dizzily to steve's side. his wound was angry and gross, but it had to be covered. i tore a piece of the  shirt in my hand, making sure it was clean of my blood, and started wrapping it around his stomach gently, while nancy and robin watched.

"okay, so the good news is i'm pretty sure wooziness is not a symptom of rabies. but, um, if you're having hallucinations or muscle spasms, or you start feeling aggressive like you wanna punch me, let me know-"

"robin?"

"yeah?"

"i kinda wanna punch you." robin laughed awkwardly, but still did not shut up.

"sense of humor's still intact. that's a good sign!" i rolled my eyes as i finished wrapping steve's wound, standing up, albeit a little wobbly, to look at my handiwork.

"good thing i took some paramedic classes, huh?" i asked, hands on my hips with a smile. my vision started to go blurry, legs buckling, but a pair of hands caught me around my torso. i smelled the leather and weed, knowing it was eddie. i let myself fall into him.

"okay, hot stuff. take it easy, baby." he whispered to me, keeping me standing till the dizzy spell ended. i breathed in and out, watching steve as he stood, his makeshift bandage loosening. nancy was quick to rewrap it, tighter, getting way closer to steve than she needed to be, but i didn't wanna know. i leaned, my back against eddie's front, for just a moment, willing this situation away. when i opened my eyes, i was still in the upside down, arms stinging and back sore. i reassured eddie i was fine to stand on my own again, and he nodded, turning behind us and climbing up onto a rock.

"so, uh, this place is like hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?" eddie's voice carried.

"pretty much." nancy confirmed, helping steve to stand up. that was usually the first aid job, but i was sort of out of commission.

eddie stepped forward to get down, but nancy stopped him.

"watch out for the vines.  it's all a hive mind." she warned him, hand out as if to say stop.

"it's all a what?"

"you step on the vines, you're stepping on a bat, you're stepping on vecna. it's all connected, babe." i explained what dustin had told me before this all started, wincing at eddie's carefree attitude when he almost stepped on a vine, even after being warned.

"careful!" i added, as he methodically made his way down the rock. i turned away, as to not heighten my anxiety.

"but everything from our world is here, right? except people?" robin questioned.

"as far as i understand it, yeah." nancy said.

"so, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades, and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate." robin thought up enthusiastically, but steve shot her down.

"i highly doubt hawkins pd has grenades, robin. but guns, yeah. sure." steve rolled his eyes.

"we don't have to go all the way downtown for guns. i have guns. in my bedroom." nancy said, an awkward lilt to her voice. i laughed a little, behind my hand. eddie once again, brought my thoughts to life.

"you, nancy wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?" i giggled.

"full of surprises, isn't she?" robin smiled.

"a russian makarov and a revolver." nancy said. steve stepped up beside her.

"yeah, you almost shot me with that one." he half whispered.

"you almost deserved it." she smirked back. didn't she have a boyfriend? i'm pretty sure it isn't steve harrington. i'm also pretty sure it's jonathan, my friend, who wouldn't like this display. i turned away from them, watching eddie shed his vest in awe. eddie was gorgeous. he tossed to vest to steve, hitting him right in the chest.

"for your modesty, dude." steve nodded.

the ground shook then, abruptly, and i fell into my boyfriend and onto the ground. it rumbled underneath us menacingly. he pulled me into his chest by the waist, bracing us onto the forest floor. it didn't take long for the shaking and grumbling to stop, only for some creature to start braying in the distance. i fucking hated this place.

we all looked around, feeling the atmosphere change. a scoff ran through eddie's chest.

"so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me." he commented, fear in his eyes. i nodded fast.

"yeah, me too." robin replied, not too far from us.

"so what are we waiting for?" eddie asked, helping me up and fastening an arm around my waist, helping me walk. steve took the lead into the forest, headed for nancy's house.

[priyankaraa]

Like It Is

Author's Note: Ooweee! Am I too late for fanfic Friday or is it acceptable to post on a Tuesday. I don't really have an excuse but school has been hectic and I didn't have time to work something out. But without further a-due, hopefully a little something to make up for it.

Warnings: So much fluff, Soft smut, Bucky being a sweetheart, Mentions of violence and injury, A little sadness but nothing that Bucky can’t handle.

Your bag hit the tiled floor with extreme force and you continued to remove your tactical outfit despite how pissed off you were. It was the first time you ever screwed up a mission and although Steve assured that it was just a mistake, that it could have happened to anyone, you couldn’t just brush it off. You were one of the most promising young agents and they let you work with the Avengers because you are that good. 

You didn’t make mistakes, especially ones that could jeopardize the entire mission. 

You hopped into the shower, taking one of the hottest one’s ever known to mankind to calm your anger. You often did inexplicable things when angry and you didn’t want to make things worse, or make anyone think that you were immature or irresponsible and unable to handle your emotions. 

It wasn’t long after you soon starting forgetting about everything that there was a knock on the bathroom, and it opened, some steam seeping out and the large figure of your Super Soldier stepped in with the most gentle of expressions on his face. 

Bucky knew first hand how much pride you took in your work and how hard you worked yourself in the gym. He hated how upset you were after the botched mission and he hated how there was nothing he could do at the time to help you. 

Shutting the door behind him, he leaned against it with his arms folded. “You alright?” He asked in a soft voice and your lips trembled. 

All your pent up emotions were threatening to make an appearance. You were this bad ass in-field agent with training from some of the best in the business; people never saw you show any emotion, save for today. When you punched the wall in frustration after the botch, people saw emotion for the first time. 

Bucky sensed that you were on the verge of tears and it didn’t take him long to strip and join you in the shower, comforting you and making you feel safe. His hands wrapped around your waist, your face burying in his strong, warm chest and you let your tears silently trickle down your cheeks, mixing with the hot shower water. 

“I messed up, Buck,” you sobbed, and he rubbed soothing circles on your back. “I put everyone in danger. I could have got myself killed. I—” 

Bucky cut you off with a warm kiss to your lips and when your eyes met, you saw what he wanted to say in them— that none of it was your fault, that it could have happened to anyone, even an experienced agent like himself, Steve or Nat— but he didn’t dare say it because he knew it would bring you the least bit of comfort. 

“I’m a terrible agent.” 

But that was when Bucky knew he should intervene. He would have let you continue with your pity party because he knew that was how you handled most things, but in the end you always picked yourself up and continued with the utmost of confidence in yourself, but this was different, you had never messed up a mission before. 

“You’re not,” he states firmly, and although you looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes, you barely managed to process what he was saying with a fresh new wave of tears threatening to appear. “OK, yes, you did jeopardize the mission and you could have got everyone killed, but you did it to save that little girl who was trapped in the burning building. You missed the rendezvous point because you were out there being a hero, that wasn’t a mistake.” 

“Yes,” you sniffled, “but those guys that took everyone hostage came back and almost shot the little girl and I.” 

“You saved her—” 

“She broke her arm.”

“Having a broken arm that can easily heal for someone her age is better than having a bullet between your eyes.” This was an argument you couldn’t win. “Nat brought the Quinjet back around and we got both you and the girl to safety. I just wish I was with you when you rescued the girl and fought of those terrorists.” 

“No, don’t do that,” you said, resting your cheek against his chest. “I handled everything and there were minor injuries.” 

He took your right hand in his, his thumb gently running over the angry, red bruises on your knuckles. A small smile graced his lips. “I’m proud of you,” he stated. “You fought of those men. It shows what a strong, brave independent woman you are and I’m so lucky to get to call you my girlfriend.” 

Leaning up, your lips claimed his in a sweet kiss, showing him just how much you appreciate him. “Oh, Bucky,” you sighed, “you know exactly what to do and say.” 

“I say it like it is,” he grinned. “You were amazing out, and you are amazing every time you go out and kick ass. But baby, you are human and we all make mistakes. We just have to learn from them. Be more careful next time, or ask me for help. I don’t want to lose you.” 

“You’re never going to lose me,” you chuckled, “you’re stuck with me Barnes.” 

Smiling against your lips, the kiss turned heated and passionate and you knew where this was going. 

“Lemme make you feel better,” Bucky husked in your eyes in a soft way and you nodded, securing your legs around his waist. 

This didn’t feel like it was just sex. From the moment he sheathed himself in you, you felt all of his emotions and feelings about you. It made you feel appreciated. Every grunt and moan that spilled from your lips made your worries and doubts disappear. He kissed away your fallen tears, and looked you straight in the eye with every soft, but firm, thrust. 

Your body writhed wrapped against him, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your bottom, his lips peppering kisses along you cheeks, forehead and lips and the coil in your tummy unraveling for this man. 

And when you came, it felt like explosions of pleasure around your entire body and every ounce of sadness and doubt you felt before that had vanished and you gave yourself to Bucky in the best way possible. 

[demonsandmischief]

Argument

Marvel - A Captain America Imagine

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

700 Words

Angsty AU [ Steve is still alive and Cap ]

-Argument-

Your first disagreement with your husband, Steve.

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"What the hell were you thinking?" Steve asked, arms crossed.

"I just wanted to help," you managed, intimidated by his pissed body language and bulging biceps.

"I thought I had told you to stay home, where it's safe. You completely disobeyed my order."

You could feel the anxiety in your stomach shift into anger, red and hot. "I'm your wife, not your soldier. I was worried about your safety."

There had never been a time he had been so upset with you, but now, you were upset with him. You were newly married, and you thought you had understood what you were getting into. He was Captain America, his job was dangerous, and he would always put others first. However, that didn't stop the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he would think twice about putting himself into a situation because he had a wife, you, at home.

He gave a sarcastic chuckle, eyes dark and trained fully on you, and the sound hurt more than anything he could ever say.

You huffed, reaching up to rub your temple, to try to clear away the burning tears that were gathering.

"I'm going to bed," you muttered, leaving the broody Captain in the living room and heading up the stairs to your bedroom. You shut the door softly, the anger draining into pure exhaustion and misery.

You crawled into bed, pulling the blankets high over your chin. You desperately wanted to crawl underneath the covers and hide from the world.

Maybe it was stupid to sneak onto the jet after Steve told you to stay home, but you weren't about to be a housewife. That's not what you signed up for. You were a pretty skilled fighter. You did have a fantastic teacher after all.

At the same time, you were your husband's only weak spot. You were a distraction, and you recognized that after he had caught sight of you and took a nasty blow to the face.

Oh god...what if something happened to him because of you?

The first tear escaped onto your cheek. You hated how angry he was at you. He had said nothing the whole way home. The silence was the worst.

You heard Steve wiggle the door knob that was locked. There was a metallic grinding that let you know he had pulled it free, probably breaking the whole door in the process.

You pulled the blanket even higher and closed your eyes, hoping sleep would find you. You had had enough for today.

His weight dipped the bed. You thought you were successful at feigning sleep, but Steve knew you better than anyone.

He wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you to his chest.

That's when the dam broke. You sobbed and pushed your face into his chest, the flood of tears dampening his t-shirt.

"Shh," he soothed, running his hand through your hair and down your back.

"I'm sorry," you sniffled. "I don't know what I would do if something were to happen to you."

"I don't know what I would do either," Steve said, voice deep and tired. "That's why I was so angry. You're my everything. I can't live without you."

"Are you still angry with me?" you asked.

"No," he whispered, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears.

You could tell he was lying to make you feel better.

He sighed, "Alright, maybe a little. I didn't want to go to sleep alone on the couch, not when I knew you were upset."

"You broke our door."

"Who needs a door anyway." The slightest of smiles relaxed his tense features, before he frowned again. "Even if I was pissed, I shouldn't have yelled. I know that hurt you. I'm sorry."

"I should have listened to you in the first place. It's all my fault."

"No, we're both stubborn, especially when it comes to freedom. I could've found something for you to help with, included you in some way," he shook his head, the vibration of his voice lulling you into a peaceful state.

"It's okay. We'll figure it out. I love you," you said sleepily.

He kissed your head, and pulled the blanket over your back.

"I love you with all of my heart."

[dollslayer]

Botanical Interest

Soft!Mob!Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You’re a florist working the wedding of Brooklyn’s most respected mob boss when you catch the eye of his best man.

W/C: 1557

Warnings: Allusions to violence, swearing, copious amounts of blushing

A/N: My second ever fic! I wrote this as an entry to @stargazingfangirl18 ‘s Soft Dark 5k Challenge (congrats!) using dialogue prompt 9 (bolded) with a Mob!AU. No smut, just fluff. While I’m a sucker for Soft!Dark I thought I’d keep it light and fluffy! Might enter a second one with some darker themes.

I’m brand new to writing and the fandom so if you want you can check out my first fic (also a Mob!AU!) and please reach out with any and all comments or thoughts! I’m eager to know!! Cheers!

Botanical Interest Masterlist I Main Masterlist

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The first time you saw him you didn’t actually see him because you ran square into him while you were looking the other way. Stubbing your nose right into his chest and nearly spilling the contents of the box you were holding.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going and I’ve got so much to do so I’ve been running around and I just didn’t see you I’m-“

“Forgiven. You’re forgiven, sweetheart” a smoky voice with confidence and amusement informed you.

You loved being a florist but you were short handed for this wedding and needed to get a move on. You wouldn’t have taken the job but the infamous Bucky Barnes, King of Brooklyn himself was getting married. It would be great exposure for you but when a man like him asks something of you you don’t exactly have a choice. In all the chaos of it you didn’t watch your step.

Cheeks still burning with embarrassment, your eyes met those of Barnes’ right hand man, Steve Rogers. Now you weren’t just embarrassed you were nervous.

Taking a step back and shuffling the box in your hands you sent him a sheepish smile. “Right, well, sorry again. I’ve really got a lot to do before the ceremony, so...” trailing off you started to walk away. Just distract yourself with the work and try not to worry whether you’d just offended a member of the mob.

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Steve nodded and gave you a small smile, letting you return to the task at hand. There was some issue with the venue and the owners were being stubborn but the wedding planner was busy putting out a different fire. So, being the best man that he was, he decided to come down and use his ‘persuasive skills’.

He almost forgot what he was there for as he watched you walk away. Sure, you looked a little crazed in your work but you were cute. Frazzled but determined as you tinkered with the centerpieces, he let himself be distracted for a moment.

Sighing as his phone buzzed asking for an update on the venue, he shook his head. With a scowl he straightened his posture and clenched his fists as he set off in search of the property manager. Poor bastard.

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30 minutes, 2 punches, and one very credible threat later Steve was leaving the manager's office. He held the door and looked at the man one last time, “And I think I’ll stay to make sure you don’t get any ideas about going back on the agreement.”

At least that was his excuse for sticking around. He still had some time before he needed to get changed so he ambled around until he spotted you across the large room. Planting himself against the wall, a tiny smile on his face as he watched you place each stem with care.

You still looked a little pressed but he could tell you were really enjoying what you were doing. He liked to see a woman hard at work and good at what she does. He liked seeing you so flustered earlier when you ran into him. The heat flooding to your face told him you knew exactly who he was. Good.

Bending to reach a stray peony he took a moment to admire your body. He had to wonder if the blush on your face earlier would be the same one you’d have when he’d whisper dirty things into your ear.

Letting his imagination wander a little bit he didn’t realize you’d gone outside. Maybe it was a good time for Steve to step out and have a smoke.

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You felt some relief as you saw him take off in another direction and felt relief. Finally letting yourself relax a bit you started on the arch. You heard yelling from down the hall but decided to ignore it, you didn’t have time to worry about it.

Some time later you were still working on the arch when you noticed something in the corner of your eye. Taking a moment to look up you saw that it was Steve. What was he doing? Whatever. He said he forgave you just focus on the arch. You worked the best you could to not let his presence bother you.

Finally done with the arch, you needed to go back to the van for more supplies and finishing touches. Letting yourself forget about your unexpected company you climbed into the back of the van and hauled out some boxes.

“You need help with that, sweetheart?” He offered.

You hadn’t expected him out here and let out a shriek. Jesus Christ is he following me now? Steve casually walked over to you with a quirk in his brow waiting for an answer.

“I- Uh, no. No, I’m good. I’m great, actually. My assistant is somewhere around so I don’t need help so you can just, uh, go, I guess. Thanks though.” How you managed to get the entire sentence out only stumbling slightly in your words was beyond you.

“Alright. Well if you need some muscle or a strong set of hands... I’ll be around for a while.” He responded while sporting what you were sure was his signature grin.

You watched him make his way back inside and let out the breath you definitely knew you were holding. Just finish the flowers and get out. You can do this.

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The reception was winding down and you waited for the last guests to leave before you started disassembling things. Waiting out back with the van and your assistant you thought back to your awkward interactions with Steve.

You knew he was dangerous, or at least what he did was dangerous. He didn’t say one threatening word to you and he still had your palms sweating. Hopefully the wedding party would be long gone and you wouldn’t have to see him again.

The lights were starting to come up and you put yourself to task but before you did you took a moment to really admire the arch. Hours of work, hundreds of peonies and ranunculus and so much greenery all put together in one beautiful piece. You couldn’t help but snag a picture.

“It really is gorgeous. Not as gorgeous as you though.” That voice again, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Jesus Christ!” Startled for the second time by him that night your anger got the better of you. “What’s your deal huh? Why are you watching me? Am I on some list now?”

He barked out a laugh in response. “I swear I didn’t mean to start watching you, it just sort of... happened” He admittedly almost sheepishly. “You’re cute when you’re focused, you’re also cute when you’re mad.”

You could only blink at him. What do you even say to that? ‘Thanks, I find you terrifying’? “Um, thanks, I guess.” Good enough.

He held his hand out to you. “Steve Rogers.” You held your hand out to shake when he took it and kissed it instead. You stated your name as calm as you could. When he released your hand you noticed some bruises on his knuckles. Lest you forget who he is.

He seemed to notice you caught that detail. “Don’t worry. I don’t hurt anyone who don’t deserve it, certainly could never hurt a pretty face like yours.” You blushed at the compliment and turned your head. 

“I… should probably get back to the flowers. Don’t wanna be here all night.” You shifted your attention to the arch and began the process of dismantling it. 

“I wouldn’t mind it. Here, Doll”. He noticed you searching around for your tools and handed them to you. “Let me help you, these things look heavy”. You really shouldn’t. A piece of you kept placing this warning around him but every time he opened his mouth he was so sweet. How could you say no?

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So that’s how the big scary mobster found himself surrounded by flowers and skipping out on the after party. He asked you about yourself, how you got into floristry, he listened to you geek out about flowers. You asked him about himself and he did his best to answer while trying not to scare you off. Something about how confident you were in your work but how shy you got reeled him in. He didn’t care who saw him grinning like an idiot at you. 

As he helped you load the last of your things and close the back doors of your van he leaned against it. “So, the Brooklyn Botanic Garden is just around the corner from my place but I’ve never been. Think a professional like you could spare some time for an uninformed punk like myself?” 

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Was he asking you out? You couldn’t fight the growing smile on your face. You know what he does is… less than ideal but talking to him you really felt good chemistry between the two of you. He was funny and genuine and those moments where he was a little shy telling you about growing up as a scrawny kid had you feeling like you were peeking in on a side of him that you’d never expect. You looked up at him still smiling.

“Oh what the hell? When are you free?”

[sinner-as-saint]

Let Me Love You.

CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader AU.

Run-through: Things happened between you and your boss over a weekend recently; while on a business trip. Boundaries were crossed, lines were blurred – rather salaciously. Following this; you decide to resign from your dream job because you couldn’t handle the guilt of having been so unethical. So vulnerable and open. Neither could you handle his burning stare at work, nor the craving of being under him each time you looked at him. So you decide to leave before you ruin your own career and further. But then, your boss shows up at your doorstep – determined to make you realize that this isn’t so bad after all…

Themes: smut, fluff, ceo!bucky (because I miss him)

You felt awful as you stepped into your apartment.

Sighing as you looked around; thinking about how the job you just quit had paid for this lavish home you owned currently. Removing your shoes by the door, dropping your bag and keys beside them you lazily crossed your spacious living room and stepped into the main balcony.

Given you were high up, the view you had of the city was to die for. The sun was going down, and usually you loved sunsets but you couldn’t appreciate this one as much as you wanted to. You were stressed; now jobless.

You thought back to the past week you had just hustled through. Monday was weird; he avoided you like the plague. Tuesday was the same, except you caught him staring in your direction while in a rather important meeting. Wednesday, he still didn’t say a word – except for his usual demands which being his PA you had to meet. Thursday he didn’t come to work; which then gave you more time to think about everything which happened recently, allowing you more time to feel guilty and weird.

And today, given it was Friday he was the busiest he’s been all week. Yet despite that, he managed to send you looks which spoke volumes even in crowded rooms. And you couldn’t take it anymore. You believed you were someone who wouldn’t be able to mix work and pleasure and find a healthy balance, so for the sake of your own peace of mind; you produced a resignation letter and placed it on his desk when he wasn’t in his office. And you left for the day.

You knew he always lingered at his office for a while longer on Fridays. So you were sure that by now he must have found your letter. You wondered if he felt just as awkward and weird as you did, and if so, then he’d accept your resignation without any hesitation.

You sighed one more time, taking in the cool air and the orange-pinkish sky. You walked back inside and decided that soaking in warm water and essential oils would make you feel a little better. So that’s what you went for.

 Thoughts of him filled your head as you soaked in the warm bath water. Your boss. James Buchanan Barnes; powerful name for an equally powerful man. He was the kind of person you couldn’t forget even if you tried. Respect, fame, wealth, authority, power; he had it all.

And recently, just a week ago, he had taken over you as well…

-Flashback-

Friday morning you came to work and found out that you would be accompanying your boss on a short business trip. You didn’t make a fuss, even if it meant sacrificing your days off. The paycheck you received each month made up perfectly well for it.

Paris for weekend, to attend a business conference didn’t sound so bad after all.

“Sir, I’ve just been notified that you’ve cancelled the hotel reservations?” you questioned while scrolling through your mails. While you were just a little confused by this, the man in front of you was clearly not.

Sat across you on the dark seat; well-groomed as always – dark suit, perfect hair, perfect face, strong jaw and strong built. He looked like he could be on a magazine cover. Pure, drop dead gorgeous male. Many of your friends often asked you how you kept your calm and composure around him, and how could you not want to jump his bones all the time. To which you answered; you didn’t see your handsome boss in that light.

But oh did you lie.

You were human. And you did find your boss to be super attractive just like the rest of the world did. But did you do anything about it? No. Firstly, that would be highly unprofessional. Secondly, he was way out of your league. Still, it was hard being around a man this handsome. Knowing he was single and available made it worse.

“I did.” he answered, just as confidently as he did everything else. “It’s just one night, Y/N. We’ll stay at my penthouse.” He stated.

You nodded and replied back to your assistant who had initially emailed you about this sudden change. ‘We’ll stay at my penthouse’…

You had shared residence before. Once you spent the night at his mansion because of work load. Then another time you two shared a cabin while on a trip. Once you shared a hotel room because separate rooms weren’t available. But this, today seemed a little different. And you couldn’t place a finger on what it was.

It didn’t rub you the wrong way or anything. He just seemed so cheery, which was unlike the normally slightly grumpy man. But then again, who were you to question his decisions? So you went along.

You two landed in Paris on Saturday morning. The conference was to be held on the same evening, followed by a formal party of some sort, then the two of you would be making your way back home by Sunday evening. Quite a tame weekend… until it wasn’t.

 Throughout the whole conference, you felt a pair of eyes staring at you from across the room. Meanwhile you were talking to an acquaintance – legal advisor of one of the many businessmen who were attending the same conference as your boss. Steve was a friend of a friend but you two were currently bonding more and more due to work.

And little did you know, that Bucky hated it.

He was watching. He’s always watching you. Not in a creepy manner, in a protective way. As a woman, you were somewhat oblivious to the effect you had on people when you entered a room. You never noticed it, but your boss did.

Bucky knew how every man turned their heads to look at you. How every woman envied you. And it was never about what you wore, or how you did your hair. It was always about how you carried yourself, how you walked so confidently, how you were always polite and proper. And so beautiful.

As much as he liked showing you off, Bucky hated it when he wasn’t the only one who had all your attention. Like right now. He clenched his jaw as he studied how this man approached you. Blonde hair, tall and muscular – Bucky hated him immediately. He hated him a little more after he saw how the guy hugged you; a lingering hug which Bucky never got. Then he hated him a little more when he saw how you dragged your hands down the guy’s arm, refusing to let go of him.

You never touched him like that. Bucky asked someone close by and he was told that the guy you were talking to was someone named Steve Rogers, and he was a lawyer and an acquaintance of yours.

Hmm.

He tried to look away but he couldn’t. Bucky envied the guy talking to you. He didn’t like how close he was standing to you. He didn’t like how he kept his hands at your elbows so gently, caging you, keeping you to himself. He hated it.

 Then he asked you about it on the elevator, as you two made your way up to his penthouse to get changed and ready for the party later.

“You know Rogers?” he asked out of nowhere. His tone just as serious and cold as always.

“Yes. He’s… a friend.” You smiled innocently, thinking back to how you and Steve had successfully broken the ice earlier.

Silence.

 You each took a room inside his lavish penthouse apartment. You immediately loved the place. You had about two hours before the party so there was no need to rush. You took your time, yet your mind couldn’t help but drift towards how your boss has been acting in the past hours. First he was all cheery and warm, and now he’s back to his grumpy self.

Oh well.

You stepped out of your room just in time, your boss was waiting by the foyer dressed in a signature, all black, 3-piece suit. He looked devilishly handsome.

“You look lovely, Y/N.” He said softly as you walked towards him. You couldn’t help but smile and tried to hide your face by looking down at the marble floor. Before you could recover from his rare compliment, he reached for your hand and walked the two of your towards the elevator again.

You noticed it then. The shift between the two of you.

The party was amazing. Lovely people, lovely music, nice conversations; what more does one need? Then again, you could still feel a pair of eyes on you. At some point, you dared to look up and you made eye contact with your boss.

He was staring with an unreadable expression on his face. You shook it off and went back to the conversation you were currently part of, but you could tell he hadn’t stopped staring at you.

 You two met on the elevator again after the party, on your way up for the night.

“You and Rogers seem close.” He pointed out.

You were surprised at the tone he used – that of disgust and anger. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

He scoffed, then turned to you. “Is something going on between you two?” Same tone as before.

Your eyes widened. “No. No, what makes you say that?” part of you wondered why the hell was he so suddenly interested in your personal life.

“Just asking.”

You couldn’t help it. “Are you alright, Mr. Barnes? You haven’t been yourself in the past-,”

He cut you off abruptly. By backing you into the corner of the elevator, the cold metal pressing against your back as his warm hand held you gently at your waist.

“Am I alright?” he mocked in that authoritative voice of his. “No, Miss Y/N. I’m not alright.” He confessed. “I’m not alright with you being so close to me, yet not being able to touch you. I’m not alright with seeing other men making you smile,” he inched his face closer you yours, “making you laugh, dance with you, touch you like I can’t. I hate it.”

His warm breath fanned your face. And as the metal cage got higher and higher, your heartbeat increased in the same tempo. Racing. Rushing. Your thoughts were a mess. Your body was tingling, he was so close. Too close. And you could feel yourself giving into him already.

And you did eventually.

“Then what’s stopping you?” you asked in a whisper, and you heard his little chuckle under his breath. This could be a wrong idea, but it felt right. You looked up into his piercing stormy blue eyes and you saw it; the hunger, the desire, the need.

You were sure yours mirrored the same emotions. Bucky pulled away just for a second, to press the key to stop the elevator from moving upwards any further. Then he turned to you again. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered against your parted lips, barely touching them with his own but the proximity was enough to make you lightheaded.

You nodded quickly and his mouth was on yours immediately. His lips moved against yours perfectly. He slipped his tongue past your lips and stroked the top of your mouth, driving you crazy. His kiss was just how you imagined it would be; hot, passionate, and exciting.

Your hands found their way into his hair and your fingers ran through his soft locks. He pushed his muscular body into yours even more and you gasped as you felt how close he actually was. His body heat wrapping around you.

His hands slowly reached up and slid the straps of your satin gown down your shoulders, letting it fall and bunch around your waist. He had been wanting to do that all night, especially since he saw you dancing with that guy Steve.

Bucky smirked at the sight of the flimsy, lacy lingerie you had on; which he was sure he could tear off your body in less than a second. And he did, allowing the thin material to fall to the floor. He gently touched you wherever he could; letting his hands linger at your breasts and taking his sweet time; caressing and kissing your skin. His lips trailing down your neck; kissing, licking and biting.

His mouth didn’t leave your skin as his hands slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. His hand slipped into your underwear with no shame, his knuckles gently stroked your wet folds; making you shiver at his touch. He chuckled upon feeling just how aroused you were. “So perfect…” he whispered.

He ran his fingers up and down your folds, gathering and smearing your arousal around as he went. You whimpered quietly against him; your gown barely covered your body. But Bucky was nowhere near complaining. In fact, he had been thinking about what you looked like under that dress since the first time he saw you this evening.

His hand gently wrapped around your throat. He gave it a little squeeze and an involuntary, playful smile formed on your face. His smirk grew, and so did the fire in him. “Like it when I choke you, huh doll?” he spoke, dragging the tip of his nose along your jaw as his other hand slipped under your skirt and rubbed your clothed core. He couldn’t take it any longer. “I need to have you.” he growled. “Now.”

He pushed his two fingers past your entrance with ease and moaned right in your ear as he felt your wet and warm walls immediately welcoming him in. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting all the right spots which made you weak in the knees. You bucked your hips against his hand involuntarily, and he chuckled as you moaned out loud while he touched you.

Feeling more confident than earlier, you quickly unbuttoned his pants, palming him through his underwear and feeling his erection. You smirked to yourself as he grunted the moment you touched him.

“I want you…” you mumbled breathlessly. All your worries and overthinking left behind, you wanted him bad. And that’s all you could think of at the moment.

Bucky smirked. He lowered his pants and underwear, then he hurried in pulling down your underwear, letting it all fall and pool around your ankles. You stepped out of it and Bucky picked you up by your thighs and kissed you deeply while holding you between him and the metal surface tightly.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms held on to him tightly. His cock briefly brushed against your wet folds in the process and you whimpered through the kiss. Bucky needed to be in you already, all he wanted was to hear you scream his name as you cum around him. So he wasted no time in aligning his throbbing tip to your dripping wet entrance.

He pushed himself into you; stretching you out. His nails digging into your skin as he held you by your hips, and yours scratching at his shoulders as he filled you up; making you whine and moan as he went. You were both gasping by the time he filled you up entirely. His body didn’t feel as foreign as you expected. You two fit perfectly.

Bucky started rocking in and out of you, without wasting any time. You felt all of him; your walls clenched around his thick cock as he started out with slow strokes and then gradually sped up into you. You felt all of him, the bumpy and the velvety skin of his length. He was perfect as he stroked your walls with his pulsating cock. You were a moaning mess in no time.  

His strong arms supported you up by grabbing you at the curve of your ass; holding you against him, as he sped up into you; showing you how much he missed you. He pushed his head into the crook of your neck and swore under his breath, all while occasionally mumbling how much he loves you and how good you feel wrapped around him.

He fucked you relentlessly; earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls. Your hand slid into his hair and you tugged on it each time he pushed into you. You soon felt the familiar pressure forming; pressing inside you as the familiar warmth spread all over your body. You moaned wantonly.

Bucky nibbled at the skin under your ear and you lost all control you had left. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was how his body brought you immense pleasure; your mind a foggy mess. Your clit rubbed against his pelvic bone each time he buried himself completely in you, and he soon quickened his pace; earning even more moans and mewls from you.

He pounded into you as fast as he could, your back slamming into the wall with each thrust; it hurt just a little. Your body moved along with his like a rag doll. And you never complained once. You could hear the wet sounds that he caused and the sounds of your skin clapping against each other – it was all too sinful.

He moaned right into your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back like it always did no matter where he took you. Your legs started to shake around him as he quickened his pace; pounding into you relentlessly. The pleasure built nicely as he took you higher… and higher… and higher. Until you couldn’t hold back anymore. So, you came undone around his cock; screaming his name in the process.  

And that was one of the many times he made you cum around him that night…

 -End of flashback-

 Fuck…

You shivered in the warm water at the thought of him deep inside you; how perfect he felt, and how you never wanted to leave that bed with him in it. But then, you thought about how wrong that was; how you shouldn’t have gotten so intimate and personal with your boss. It was wrong, and unethical and a terrible mistake. But it felt good…

Stepping out of your bathroom, wrapped in a soft robe, you felt chills all over your body. Not because of the temperature, but because it felt as though you suddenly weren’t alone in your home. You panicked for a moment. Your heart racing, your thoughts racing faster.

Then you sensed it.

Sensed him.

He was here.

 “Miss Y/N.” He spoke in that damn voice which could make you drop to your knees in less than a second.

Yet you managed to maintain your composure as you slowly turned around to face him. Realization hit you a little late, and you gasped under your breath when you finally saw him standing in the middle of your bedroom. Your initial reaction was to hug your robe tighter around your body.

He looked flawless and powerful as always. Hands shoved in his pockets; accentuating his broad shoulders. That gorgeous smirk on his face. Flawless hair. Flawless face. Bucky smirked. “Oh don’t hide from me. I’ve seen it all, haven’t I?” he teased so effortlessly.

You felt your face getting hotter under his intense gaze. “How did you… how-,”

He cut off your rambling. “I own the building, doll.” he answered like it was the most obvious thing ever.

Right. Of course he owns your apartment building. He also owns half the city.

There was an air of arrogance around him at all times. And you tried so hard to hate it, but you couldn’t. It suited him; the arrogance, the power, the authority. And he sure knew how and when to use it.

You cleared your throat as you kept your eyes focused on the ground, rather than look into his stormy blues ones because they were a new weakness of yours. “You shouldn’t be here.” You mumbled, not hating that he was here.

He scoffed. “Oh?” he raised an eyebrow at you and took a few steps towards you. You were surprisingly not hysterical about the fact that this handsome man found his way into your home out of nowhere. He walked over to you, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him.

You had no other choice but to look up into his ocean blue eyes and you could feel yourself melting already. He pulled you closer and leaned in, gently kissing along your jaw repeatedly. You closed your eyes and tried your hardest not to sigh in pleasure or moan as you felt the softness of his lips and the roughness of his stubble altogether.

“I’ve missed you.” he whispered against your skin, stopping for a moment and kissed you at the corner of your mouth. His arms circled around you, holding you close to him. Your arms circled around him as well, slowly. You realized you had missed him as well. His warmth, his voice, his mouth. All of him.

And just like that, he took over your very being again. One touch of his lips and you were under his spell with no intention of making it out anytime soon. “I missed you too…” you whispered breathlessly as he kissed your lips gently.

But those few words from you triggered something in him. An irritation he had carried inside since he saw that letter of yours on his desk. Overflowing emotions he couldn’t handle; due to which he was here in the first place.

“Yeah?” he whispered through the kiss, then slide his hand into your hair and tugged on it to pull your face away from his. He clenched his jaw as he looked down at you. He was conflicted, should he be mad that you even dared to think you could just leave him, or should he just fuck some sense into you? “Yet you dared to leave me your resignation with no warning?” Oh. “Huh? Is that how it is now, you think you get to decide everything?”

Oh. So he was mad.

“I didn’t mean-,”

He kept going. “Shut up, babygirl.” He spoke softly. “Now you listen to me,” he inched closer, gently biting your lower lip, “You’re not leaving me. You’re not resigning. You’re not going anywhere.” He stated, then pulled away to look at you again.

There was a fire in his deep blue eyes. “We can’t keep doing this.” You tried to come up with something. An excuse. You were looking for an excuse.

“Why not?”

“It’s wrong.”

He scoffed and then smirked again. “Is it? Does being with me feel so wrong to you now, huh?” he cooed, knowing it was only a matter of another minute or two before you give into him. “That wasn’t the case this past weekend, was it?” He moved the two of you backwards, towards your bed in the middle of the room.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him for too long now. But you still tried, in vain. You sighed loudly, wrapped in his strong embrace. “You’re my boss.”

He chuckled. “I know that.”

“Exactly.”

“What?” he questioned, already untying your robe as he stopped at the end of your bed.

“You know what. How are we supposed to be professional at work if we’re sleeping together?” you asked.

He smirked looking down at you. “Then let’s not be professional.”

You sighed again. “It’s-,”

He cut you off with a kiss again, sliding your robe down your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. “Shh.” And just like that, you melted under his touch. “It’s okay babygirl, let me take care of you.”

He pushed you down on your bed and held your stare as he undressed himself; smirking as he watched how you grew more and more desperate with each item of clothing he took off. He hovered on top of you in no time.

Bucky lowered his face; pressing his forehead onto yours gently, while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You moaned out loud as he did. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, and he gave you a couple of seconds to adjust.

“Fuck…”

You were so full of his thick cock that even forming a proper thought seemed impossible at the moment. You shuddered as you felt all of him. His lips found yours again, attempting to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours.

He removed himself and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to adjust to his size. He lowered his face again, and leaned into your ear. You heard him panting and swearing under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you.

“Thought you could just leave me, huh? Thought I would let you?” he mumbled right in your ear as he fucked you relentlessly. “You thought I would let you go? Let someone else touch you, pleasure you, fuck you like this? Did you babygirl?” he growled. “Answer me!”

You whined, throwing your head back and moaning at how good he felt. “No… please I didn’t-” you were breathless. You tried matching his thrusts but were unable to; so you simply let go. Your body moved against his like a rag doll.

He growled at how your walls clenched around him. “What? You didn’t what? You didn’t think I’d come back looking for you? You thought I would just let you go because you asked for it?” he accidentally let out a moan, followed by swear words. “You think you make the rules here, doll?”

He reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His blue eyes were wild and fierce; staring deep into your soul. His gaze made you tremble in pleasure. He looked so powerful. Broad and strong, hovering above you, his cock buried deep in you. Looking down at you like he owned you.

He kissed you, bit your skin, kissed your open mouth while he rammed into you; and you never complained once. Given his size, he stretched you out completely. And it did hurt, but the pleasure compensated for the pain.

Your legs trembled as you lifted them up to wrap them around his waist. This allowed him to thrust deeper into you, and in the haze he was in, he managed to mumble right in your ear about how good you felt. He was relentless, as though each moan, each mewl which left your lips only encouraged him to get more and more rough.

 At some point, right when your walls started clenching around him and when you were just about to come undone; he removed himself from you and flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you onto your knees by your hips. He kissed the back of your neck and pushed himself inside you again. You felt his hard body press against the curve of your ass as he filled you up again.

You moaned out loud at the new sensation of him rocking into you from behind. Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen. He liked the thrill each time he felt himself thrusting deep within you.

His hand travelled all the way to your throat and he bent down to whisper in your ear, “Can you feel me deep within you?” he boasted as he gently squeezed the side of your throat. But hard enough to make you lose your mind.

“Please…” You could only moan and whimper in response while he kept pounding into you incessantly. You felt him quicken his pace as he chased his own orgasm. And finally he let you, and you came undone all around him – moaning his name out loud.

-

You woke up an hour later, the sky was darker and you felt a lot better than you had all week. You turned to your side and found your handsome boss passed out next to you. A smile formed on your face involuntarily.

“Don’t just look, you can touch too.” His gruff voice spoke up a second later, his eyes still closed. You chuckled and snuggled closer to him.

“So what now?” you asked, wrapping an arm around his bare torso. His body heat was something you were quickly getting used to.

He took a deep breath, smiled and lazily reached over to place a kiss on your forehead. “Now you let me love you.”