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Don't Belong Here

Part 3

By:@pusantheamazonian​ 

Part 1 Part 2 

Tag list: @athenaricham-loves-orcs  @pandainfinitely @rosecat5​

It's a rough few weeks but things go back to semi normal with Ronnie. He passed the trial period much to Manny's dislike. But all of your minions still keep their guard up. If he even breathes wrong in your direction, they're going to take him down. It’s endearing how they are so protective of you, a simple human.

Thou now you can tell him all the weird and gross things about bodies that you know. Creep him out the same way you do with Charlie and Olivia.

Comfortably asleep the annoying ringtone you set won't stop as your hand blindly searches for it. 

"Hello?" Mumbling you drift back to sleep.

"You got a first aid kit?" Ronnie's grumpy voice wakes you up.

"Yeah why?"

"Bring it. Meet me outside."

"Now?" Confused he can't mean now, you just went to sleep.

"Now." He hangs up before you can speak.

"Rude." Letting the phone drop onto the bed. You contemplate how quickly you should get moving.

Since he woke you up out of a dead sleep it's probably important. You better grab the heavy duty first aid kit. Throwing on some clothes and half awake, you head to the parking lot. You spot him in the back row. Smoking a cigarette, leaning on the hood of his truck. 

"Get in." He nods at the passenger seat. 

"Morning to you too." Sarcastically replying as you hoist yourself in. Putting the first aid kit at your feet. You can tell something is wrong. He’s being very tight-lipped about what's happening.

"What is that?" He questionably stares at the big pink storage tackle box you brought.

"You said to bring my first aid kit. This is my first aid kit." You smack the lid. "So what's the reason I've been woken up?"

"Need your help with some stitches." The truck roars to life and Ronnie speeds out of the parking lot. 

"Um, I work on dead people, not the living. You remember that right?"

"Too many questions will be asked at the hospital." Taking a last drag off the cigarette he flicks it out the window.

"Oh." A dawning realization hits. This is not going to be good. You're being sucked in. Someone is injured and you are the last resort. 

After several twists and turns through back alleys. You're somewhere on the other side of town parked in front of an abandoned building.

"Do I want to know?" Sighing, you glance at Ronnie as he puts the truck in park.

"No and don't ask questions." Ronnie gruffs getting out of the truck. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Another sigh, you closely follow him inside. 

"What the hell?" Shocked, there's an orc sitting on a table. Another one is standing by, holding bloody rags to his arm. Tossing the kit to Ronnie. You run to the bloody orcs, pushing the non injured one out of the way. Automatically pulling back the rags to see the damage. 

“What-!” 

"Shut up." Glaring at the orc who was putting pressure on the wound. "The bleeding has stopped. You need to hold his arm like this." Maneuvering the orc, you position his hands exactly where you want them. 

Stunned is not the appropriate term. He’s shocked. You just shoved a fully grown orc, easily twice your size out of the way. You really must not be afraid of orcs. 

"Ronnie." You motion for the kit. Quickly taking it from him and placing it on the table. You set to work prepping what you’ll be needing. But first things first. He's going to need some pain meds.

"What are you 350 pounds? 375?" Questioning you size him up while shaking a dark colored bottle.

"369." He huffs offended that you would even ask. 

"Close enough." Carefully drawing up a syringe. "This might hurt." You stab him just about the wound. 

The loud howl hurts your ears, even the bad one. "What was that?"

"That is about to become your best friend." You scoot the kit backwards before kneeling beside him on the table. You're able to quickly see the actual damage. A nice shallow bullet wound. 

Putting gloves on you've already figured your plan out. Clean the wound, remove the bullet whole if possible then line inside with some antibiotic ointment and sew him up. 

“What was in that?” Confused, he's starting to open and close the injured arm’s hand. Showing no signs of pain.

“The good stuff.” Chuckling, giving him a smile. “But it's only gonna last for a few hours.”

Getting to work you can feel all the eyes on you. No pressure. You awkwardly start humming to yourself and focus only on the wound. You know they are already starting to smell your nervousness. Because this whole situation is ridiculous. 

“Y/N!” Ronnie’s shouting your actual name. 

“What!?” Confused about what he wants, you honestly weren't paying attention to anyone else. Or how Charlie puts it, you turned your hearing off. 

“I asked about the bullet.” Reiterating he points at the bullet you just pulled out.

“Mmm probably about 5.56mm. Seems military grade or black market for the actual gun. Though since this happened in daylight I'm going to bet that it's a handgun modified to look or feel like an AR.”

“You know alot about bullets.” The orc holding the arm question. Giving you a suspicious look. 

“Well I see a lot of bullets.” You give him the side eye back.  "Okay you're all set. Don't get it wet for 24 hours and try not to overdo it. And try not to scratch it."

Groaning, the orc stumbles off the table and through a door with his buddy's help. 

"A moment alone with the good Doctor." 

Freezing you don't remember this voice. But by the way everyone clears out of the room. That voice has to belong to Dorghu. Glancing at Ronnie he gives you a look that you just can’t fully process before grabbing your kit and leaving. Leaving you alone with Dorghu. Still sitting on the table like a weird sacrifice of some sort. 

"Thank you Dr Y/L/N. You have been a great help to the community." Dorghu moves to lean on the table beside you. 

"Really it's just Y/N. I'm just helping however I can."

"Nervous?" Dorghu asks with a subtle head tilt.

"A little."

"You had quite the bravery at the block party." With a chuckle he lights a cigarette. 

"That was mostly drunk me. And me being angry at my sister and her girlfriend." You wave it off as nothing. 

"You speak our language. How is that?" Questioning, he gives you a cold stare. 

Damn. You weren’t expecting that question so quickly. 

"In highschool I learned it to impress a boy but that backfired." Deciding it's best to be honest with these questions. There is no telling what he would do if he found out you lied. 

"Orc."

"Yes."

"Quite an interesting person, had some people look into you." Nonchalantly tapping the ashes off.

Oh damn.

Eyes widen, you try to keep a blank face. Panic sets in as you worry about how much he does know.

"You're a good person, as everyone should be. I want to keep you in good faith. You can keep your relationship with Ronnie or with any one you choose. You have my permission."

Surprised at his calmness, you didn't expect him to be so accepting of you this quickly. "Okay, thank you." Now you're confused as hell. Since when did you need permission to be with someone? This has to be about clan politics and having an inside source.

“You must get your rest.” Smirking Dorghu leads you back outside while you try to regain your composure. Where a few of the guys are waiting. 

Trying not to pace, he's starting to worry. Why would Dorghu want to speak to you alone? It's never good when Dorghu wants to talk to someone alone. Especially if they're human. But since you're female and have helped he may not harm you. But it means other things can happen. Since Dorghu does have a not so secret habit of seducing naive women. But you're not that naive. Are you?

The door quickly opens and everyone turns their attention.

“Ronnie make sure she gets home.” Dorghu orders.

“Yes boss.” 

Inside the truck Ronnie is oddly tense and quiet. Trying not to think about what just happened you stare out the window aimlessly. It's not until he's parked outside your apartment building when he starts questioning you about everything.

"What did Dorghu say?"

"Um…. Well he gave me permission to be with anyone in the clan. I guess he sees me as an asset that he shouldn't ignore because I'm human." You don't really know how to summarize the conversation.  You know he knows about your past. "He-he also wanted to know why I can speak Bodzvokhan."

"You did it to impress some guy. No big deal." Shrugging that's not a big deal. 

"Ish."

"Sprinkles." Ronnie growls in warning. 

"I did it to impress him and he was an Orc. He reacted badly to it, well reacted badly to me. Said that he would rather die than acknowledge my feelings or presence. Then he broke my wrist. So I made sure to stay very fluent with Bodzvokhan and Orc culture to spite him." Fidgeting with the handle on your first aid box. It's awkward telling Ronnie that it's only out of spite that you kept speaking Bodzvokhan in highschool.

"He broke your wrist?" Concerned he didn't expect that.

"Yeah. If you compare my wrists you'll see that the left one is smoother and less bony. That's the one he crushed." Holding them both out you point out the differences. Ronnie carefully feels each wrist for a moment. 

"Well thanks for the ride." Exhausted you shuffle out the door.

Worried thoughts float to the back of his mind as he watches you walk away. What does Dorghu have planned for you? Because he wasn't the one who wanted to bring you in today. That was Dorghu's order. He's been trying to keep you out of everything. 

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New Dress

Trans!Herbert West x Reader

By: @pusantheamazonian     beta’d: @2cciberrylee and @bookchic20​​

He’s such a bitch, I love sooooo much! And I went and jumped on the Trans!Herbert train.

For a couple of months, you've been performing the awkward dance of dating Herbert West. The elusive and extremely private, standoffish Herbert West. Ever since you outsmarted Herbert on how to clean things and containment evidence. You enjoyed how furious he got when he saw you in his laboratory for the first time. Actually cleaning his area with the proper equipment. He didn't recognize you from housekeeping at the hospital. 

Dan keeps questioning you on this achievement. You always tell him that it was just a lucky chance since Herbert rarely shows interest in anyone. You suspect that Herbert secretly enjoys your presence. He never tells you to leave when you visit. You've never questioned what he does just asking if there's any progress. Herbert's undivided attention is focused on his ambitious plans, each detail absorbing him for hours on end. So you end up in the basement with him for hours in silence just watching him. Just watching and daydreaming about all the things you want him to do to you.

A plan is needed if you want in his pants tonight. So in your newest and cutest sundress, you plan on hopefully seducing Herbert. Your enigma of a boyfriend. Leaving your bag on the couch, you head towards the basement. Hopefully, the dress alone will get his attention. It's a pale yellow color with bees and flowers on it. Stopping midthigh, snug at the waist, flowy with a string bow keeping the ruching of the top together. A dress that the saleswoman called a show stopper. 

"Herbert? Are you busy?" You knock loudly on the door as you open it. Carefully descending the stairs to the basement.

"What?" Voice coming out harsher than it needs to be. 

"If you're not busy, I was wondering if you could help me with some experiments." Fiddling with your fingers you make your way to stand beside him. Careful not to touch anything on the table. Entirely focused on him; his thin frame is hunched over the microscope while writing notes.

"What kind?" Ignoring you he continues his notes never looking up from the microphone.

"Just some simple ones. I just want to ask some questions and note your response. I figured you would be best suited since you're a scientist." Shrugging, you try to remain as innocent as possible.

"Obviously.” Scoffing, why wouldn't he be the best?

“First question. Do you like my dress?"  Standing perfectly straight you do a quick twirl. Making sure he can see the whole thing.

"It's acceptable." He briefly glances at your spinning form. 

Frowning you were hoping for a better response. Well into the next question.

"If you could disinvent one thing. What would it be?" 

"Dr. Hill's research." Leaning back he’s surprised at the audacity you have to even ask that question. Dr. Hill is a cretin and plagiarist. 

"What part of the human body is your favorite?" Laughing, you continue.

"The brain." Folding his arms he's curious about the end result is supposed to be with these questions.

"When things break, do you prefer to fix them or replace them?" Nonchalantly you pretend to straighten your dress. You don't want him to know how nervous you are.

"Replace."

"Have you ever been electrocuted?” Watching him it's obvious that he's getting aggravated. 

"No. Y/N is there a purpose for these questions?" Readjusting his glasses, your questions are still not making sense.

"Yes, I'm getting to that." Moving closer you hold out a hand. "Herbert, can I hold your hand?" 

Cautiously he intertwines his fingers with yours, holding your outstretched hand.

It’s now or never. You aren't going to be able to hold his attention much longer. 

"I know you're private about literally everything but..." You trail off not sure how to word this. 

"What?"

"If Dan hadn't come home early the other night. What would have happened?" Rubbing his hand with your thumb, you give him your best big doe eyes. You watch his face contort from shocked to offended that you even brought it up. "It was getting intimate, but once Dan's presence was known. You jumped away as if I had insulted your research." 

“I was surprised, that's all.” Huffing, he looks away.

"I don't want to pressure you. But if you want to continue now we can." Inching closer you squeeze his hand.

"Dan?"

"Leaving as I got here. Megan said that he was having dinner at her house tonight." Feeling hopeful you give him a smile.

With a hum a frown starts forming on his face. He didn't expect you to be so bold in wanting this kind of intimacy so soon. Actually he figured you would have left him before it even reached that state.

"I have experiments to finish." Herbert barks. Firmly letting go of your hand and moving to a cabinet across the room. 

Confused, this isn't the direction you're wanting this to go. He's normally not this rude to you. Unable to process what's happening, words are leaving your mouth before you realize it.

"Are you not physically attracted to me? Are you asexual? Or are you not ready yet?" You follow him. If you don't find out why he won't be intimate it's going to eat you alive. 

"No. Leave Y/N." His voice returns to being cold and harsh.

"I'm just trying to figure out your thought process." Aggravated, you just want to know.  It's a simple answer.

"I'M TRANSGENDER! I cannot give you what you want!" Screaming he turns around in rage. Fire in his eyes at the disgusting truth he just told you. 

Frozen to the spot the sudden fury from him has you spinning.

"You thought I wouldn't want to be with you because you're transgender?" Taken aback you don't know what to say as everything starts connecting. It explains why he's always so distant with touch. Does he think that lowly of you? "Herbert, I like you. Like really really like you. What's in your pants is not going to change that."

Refusing to say anything he turns back around. He's mortified and abhorred with himself, you. The whole situation. 

In the glass, he can see your reflection. A regrettable move. Automatically he sees the confusion and hurt in your eyes. The way you reach out for him but hesitate, unsure of what to do. Arm still extended you resign yourself not to.

Torn on what to do. You want to comfort him to let him know it's alright. But you know wants space right now, angry at himself and you.

"I'll let you get back to work." Turning away you dart up the stairs. Letting the darkness consume the basement.

~

After cooling down from your emotions. You know you have to apologize. You didn't have entirely pure intentions when you talked to him last. And you ended up forcing him to out himself before he was ready. That’s a recipe for a bad relationship. Hell if you even still have a relationship. You wouldn't be surprised if he told you to go to Hell.

The first two days you didn't see him at all at work. You don't know if it was timing or that he just wasn't there but the gods are against you because you usually see him at least twice during your shift. When you do see him he usually talks to you for awhile or stares as if he’s mentally dissecting you. Then the next three days it was a glance or simple hello in passing. You don't know which is worse; the complete silence from him or the lack of meaningful stares. Day six and you're wondering how this is going to get worse? He’s not answering the phone or any of the notes you have left. 

Thoughts spiraling out of control, it might be best if you leave. Since you destroyed the already fragile relatiohsip you were in because of fucking hormones and emotions wanting you to be physically itimatte with him. 

"Hey Y/N!" A cheerful voice pulls you out of your thoughts. 

"Hi, Dan." Fake smiling you watch Dan slow to stop with an empty gurney. 

"Haven't seen you around lately."

"Oh you know, work and Herbert with his research." Giving a half-hearted chuckle. 

"Right. Oh! That reminds me, Herbert wanted me to give this to you." He pulls a small envelope out of his pocket.

"Thank you." Surprised this is unexpected. 

“You're welcome. I'll see you later. Got to get this gurney to the ER.” Laughing he pats the bed as he’s being paged over the intercom. 

“Bye Dan.”

Once Dan leaves your sight you open the envelope at once all but ripping it open. 

Laboratory at 7:30 pm. Wear that dress again.

You have half a mind to go home, pack all your stuff, and move. You need to talk with Herbert but there's a level of uncertainty and pain that you don't want to acknowledge. 

"Herbert?" Cautiously descending the stairs you try not to sound scared. "Herbert, I got your note."

Something is off, the room has been cleaned. Shuffling closer to the table you inspect it.  It's been thoroughly cleaned as if it and everything else is brand new. This has you panicking. Herbert wouldn't turn you into one of his experiments. Would he?

"Y/N." Calmly he calls your name from behind you.

"Herbert! You scared me." Jumping you see where he silently emerged from the shadows.

"If you could disinvent one thing. What would it be?" Like a predator he circles around you and the table, never getting too close.

"Automatic transmission." Confused, you quickly respond to his question.

"What part of the human body is your favorite?"

"My boobs but hands for other people." Watching him closely, you track his movement as he goes in a circle. His eyes are cold and blank.

"When things break. Do you prefer to fix them or replace them?"

"Depends, if the cost to fix is cheaper than buying a new one I'll do that and vice versa." Shrugging, you don't know why he's repeating the same questions you asked him but it can't be good.

"Have you ever been electrocuted?"

"Yes." Smiling that's a fond memory. It's been years since you actually thought about it.

"How?" Interestingly he didn't think you would have done something like that.

"Stuck my fingers into a live wiring box when I was twelve. Didn't know it was connected ." 

Changing tactics he moves closer.  "Can I hold your hand?"

"Yes." Encasing your hand in his. Neither one of you says anything. A thick silence forms. As nervous as you are you need to apologize before anything else is said. "I'm sorry that I forced you to tell me you're transgender before you were ready to. I broke your trust and boundaries. I understand if you never want to speak to me again." Pausing you let him have a chance to speak if he wants to before continuing.

For the longest time he stares at your hand. Not moving, barely breathing, just staring.

"I do trust you. This is not something I've told anyone." Whispering the words, it's a struggle to get them out of his mouth. 

"Not even Dan?" Shocked, you figured that at least Dan would know. They’re roommates. How oblivious and secretive do  you have to be to not know this about your roommate?

"No and to think that someone like you would be attracted to me."

“Of course I'm attracted to you. You’re petty, have crazy eyes and insanely intelligent.” Smiling, it was the audacity he had that drove you closer. “Just like Frankenstein.”

“The fictitious monster who created a monster.”

Trying not to laugh, his normal self is coming back. Which is a good thing but you need to finish explaining yourself. "I'm not mad that you didn't tell me. It is your body, your business. In the shock I was just offended that you thought I would hate you for it or leave you."

“No one has ever been happy with my presence. Not my family, not my colleagues, not even myself.” He looks away quickly, his grip tightening on your hand. “But you’ve never questioned who I am.”

Stunned you don't know what to feel or say. He’s never talked this much about his feelings or past. It feels like this may be a setup for him to off you. Unless he’s truly trying to have a moment. 

"So are we still dating?" Being blunt you tug on his hand.

"I was worried that you were going to dump me because of what happened." He chuckles, pulling you closer. Warm hands finding their way to your hips. Keeping you close as he backs up. Sitting on a chair he  pulls you with him, making you straddle his lap.

"Oh!" Surprised by his decision. You can also feel a strange bulge. Quickly processing, he must have stuffed his pants. But certainly not with something this stiff. "Herbert?" Glancing down quickly you look back to find him intently staring. The predatory look has returned.

"This is what you wanted." Restrained, his hands slide slowly down your thighs.

"Only if you want it too." Soul searching you stare into his hazel-green eyes. It's not right if the other person doesn't give their full consent. 

“I’m not a man. Sex is not normal-.” 

“Herbert! You are a man. Just because your downstairs department is different, it doesn't make you any less of a man.” Interrupting him you won't stand for it. If he says he's a man he's a man. Technicalities can go to hell. 

“But the sex-.”

Cupping his face with both hands. He needs to stop thinking about the negatives.

"Well, that's the fun thing about it. You can experiment all you want until you get your desired outcome. Just like science. There’s no right way to do it." 

“There was a reason I liked you.” Another chuckle and sarcastic smile from him. 

“I have that effect.” Matching his smirk you place a quick kiss on his nose.

Quickly a hand tangles in your hair and pulls you back in for proper kisses. Before you know it, hands are wandering everywhere and the room feels too hot. Clothes are starting to feel like they're suffocating you as your body turns to jelly from this direct attention. 

"Here." Mumbling in between kisses you pull away and quickly pull on the strings to your dress, easily opening the top. The fabric falls exposing your chest. Allowing an unhinged Herbert a close-up view and easy access. 

"Do you like my dress now?"

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Don't Belong Here

Part 4

By: @pusantheamazonian

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 

Tag list: @athenaricham-loves-orcs  @pandainfinitely @rosecat5

"Charlie we got a problem." Olivia whispers once Charlie gets home. 

"What is it?" Confused, Charlie sets her bag on the table. Olivia points at you. Quietly staring at the wall in silence.

"You okay Y/N?" Olivia asks, sitting beside you. Charlie is sitting on the other side.

"Something bad is gonna happen. I know it." Uneasy, you can't really explain it. 

"Did something happen with Ronnie?" Charlie probes.

"I don't know anymore." Sighing you slouch into the couch.

"What do you mean?" Charlie reiterates, her HR skills kicking. 

"I go to the party and end up talking to Ronnie the whole night. Exchange numbers and continue talking. He even gave me a nickname. Unfortunate circumstances and he's at work helping to identify a body. In a fit of anger and emotions, he basically jumped me after work. Days later after no contact he comes over to apologize. Gives a weak ass apology but I accept it anyways. It's an appropriate reaction to your friend suddenly dying to have untamed emotions. But our relationship is rocky cause I'm still offended from the bruise he left. Co-workers are still pissed. Today he picked me up because they needed medical expertise but couldn't go to a hospital. So I'm fixing a couple guys up; obviously the other dudes are dead. Dorghu comes in and wants to speak privately with me. He thanks me for helping out. Which is odd. He questions why I speak Orc and then gives his permission for me to be with Ronnie or anyone in the clan. Where the hell does he get the idea that Ronnie and I are even dating? We’re not even official. Ronnie then asks what Dorghu wanted so I tell him. I also told him how my wrist broke. Which made Ronnie angry. After talking with Dorghu I've started questioning my feelings about Ronnie. There's too many variables that suggest he's just playing me because he was ordered to. So I've been staring at the wall, rethinking my entire life." Not breathing you summarize everything. 

Olivia and Charlie are stunned. It's a few minutes before anyone speaks. 

"That's a lot more complicated than I thought it would be." Charlie finally comments.

"You must like him cause you two were obviously digging on each other. Right up the friend incident." Olivia states. 

"But being so involved already. They're going to force me to be part of them no matter what." Massaging your temples this weird situation keeps getting weirder. 

"Ooooh! Well, pick a cute one." Charlie abandons the situation like she has the last seat on the rescue boats from the Titanic.

"What do Mam and Pap think about Ronnie?" Olivia interjects.

"Only Pap knows about him and that's because he was there when Ronnie came to work. Besides Pap's on the fence." Another sigh and you throw a blanket over your head to hide. 

“That's not bad but it's not good either.” Unsure Olivia pats your head. 

“You haven’t told Mam about Ronnie? May Luthic help your soul.” Stunned Charlie can't believe you haven't told Mam. Mam is going to rip you a new one when she finds out. 

“I know, I'm gonna need it.”

Those weird thoughts keep popping into his head and have not left. Why did Dorghu want to privately talk to you? He could have told him what he wanted to know. Unless there's more that you're not saying. 

It clicks. Something else happened with that boy. There's something else fueling your spite. Something bad. It’s starting to make sense. Why you're so quiet. Why you can fight. The ability to speak the language. Hell he bruised the same wrist. He probably gave PTSD flashbacks. And left you alone for the rest of the day.

Shit.

You're probably not sleeping. Probably staring off into space. He has to find you. He needs to be on the same page.

Putting his truck in park he watches you come out of your apartment complex and walk across the parking lot, down into an alley. Confused, that's weird behavior coming from you. As he follows you down the alley he watches you light up a cigarette. Surprised he didn't take you as a smoker he never smelled tobacco on you. Sneaking up behind you, he's hit with what you're really smoking.

"Are you smoking weed?"

"God damnit Ronnie!" Screaming, every single time you're hiding in an alley he finds you. At least it is him that finds you and nobody else. "No it's not weed, they test for that. Hemp cigarettes." You give him a glare. 

"You didn't tell me you smoke." Teasing, he gets in your personal space. 

"Only when I'm super angry or frustrated. Angry smoke one and done." Irritated from lack of sleep and now this. You’re considering smoking the rest of this pack. 

"Why are you angry smoking?" Nodding at the cigarette. 

"Where were you today?"  Scoffing, you take another drag. 

"You get stranger by the day."

"You're welcome." You give him a mini salute. 

He takes your cigarette and starts smoking it. "I thought Doctors are against liquor, tobacco and illegal drugs."

"I'm more, do as I say, not as I do. Besides, my patients don't give me any lip." Seeing that he's not going to give that one back. You fish the pack out for another one. 

"You don't need those." He grabs the pack before you can open it.

"Excuse you!" He raises the pack above his head as you reach for it. "Ronnie! Give those back!" 

"Talk."

"What?" Stunned, you didn't expect him to counter you so quickly. 

"What exactly made you frustrated?" 

You remain silent. At your reluctance he gives a shrug. "I've got all night."

"Ugh! I don't even know what we are! Are we dating? Are we something? Are we best friends or are we nothing?" With a frustrated groan you start listing off questions that need answers.

"That's why you're frustrated?" Holding back a scoff that's a stupid reason for you to be distracted. 

"NO!" Screaming this is becoming too much. 

"Then what?"

"How about I get the feeling that I'm about to become a piece of property and not my own person anymore." Angrily you try to shove Ronnie backwards. 

"It's not going to be like that." He's shocked that you tried to purposely push him.

"Bullshit." Tears are starting to form. 

"It's not."

"Or how about I don't know if what we have going on is real or are you following fucking orders!" Yelling this you run back inside. Leaving him stunned and still holding the pack. 

After all the progress you two made after the friend incident. Today's events make you question if it was all a lie. If everything since the party was a lie. 

You think he's following orders to be with you? He's liked you from the very beginning. The moment you told him he had to speak up.

No.

He doesn't know why you would think that. He can't have any miscommunication with you. He still feels shitty about the incident at your work. Quickly following you to your apartment. You've already disappeared inside.

"Y/N! We need to talk!" Banging on the door repeatedly. He's surprised when your sister opens it.

"Uhhhh. Y/N can't come to the door right now." There's a very audible thud then Menace 2 Sobriety blasting from the stereo. "Yeah. I wouldn't risk it right now. How about I give you an update later?"

"You sure?" He can't risk it.

Charlie walks into the hall, closing the door behind her. “I don’t know exactly what's going on but I know my sister. She is an asshole. If she’s being mean, it's because she wants to see what your limit is before you walk away. Cruz and our parents fucked her up."

"Shit." Everything is just getting worse.

"But she still likes you so there’s hope. She's stuck with you this long." Shrugging Charlie leans on the wall. 

Her comment doesn't ease his mind. He hears footsteps stop behind the closed door across the hall. She must hear it too because he watches your sister turn towards the same door.

"Mind your own business Randy!" Charlie shouts.

"Does he do this a lot?" Questioning about the nosey neighbor, he points at the door.

"Yup." Charlie nods. 

Irritated, he bangs on Randy's door. The dude needs to learn.

"Yes? Do-" 

"Mind your own business or else." Growling, he glares down at the man.

"O-Okay." Stuttering, Randy can only nod. Quickly slamming his door.

"If he does it again let me know."

"Will do." Charlie heads back to her door. “She needs a ride home Thursday morning. I suggest 7am sharp out front.”

"7am. Got it." Nodding he makes a mental note.

"Oh! You do know her love language, right?" Charlie taps her head as she remembers stuff.

"Huh?"

"Lord she did end up with a Jethro Bodine. Okay you need to Google some shit. But her love language is words of affirmation and acts of service. Also physical touch cause hey we're both touch starved." Shrugging, Charlie plays off the last comment.

"Love language? Is this a real thing?"  Suspicious he’s heard of types of love before but not love languages. 

"Yes."

"Hmm, why are you helping me?" Staring down he finds Charlie’s shit eating grin annoying.

"Shouldn't everyone have a chance at love?" Smirking Charlie walks inside.

Dumbfounded, that's the most honest response ever.

~

"Y/N! Over here." Shouting. From the curb he sees you coming out the door. 

"What are you doing here?" Scowling you weren't expecting to see Ronnie so soon. Unconsciously you walk slower. 

"Charlie said you needed a ride home." He opens the passenger door waiting for you. 

"Of course she did."

Reluctantly you climb inside his truck and he shuts the door. Watching him round the front and climb into the driver seat. You don't really feel like arguing and the quicker you get home the quicker you can sleep this situation away. 

“Don’t you wear scrubs or whatever at work?” Breaking the silence he eyes the baggy clothes you're wearing. 

“We change in the locker room. To prevent cross contamination we only wear specific scrubs while on duty.” 

“Ah.” This is going to be harder than he thought. You're not going to be very talkative today.

"I thought you were giving me a ride home." Glaring, you're suspicious about what's going on. Because he just pulled into a diner parking lot.

"Breakfast first. Home later." Turning the truck off he heads inside.

Shaking your head in disbelief. He really is doing detours so he can take the long way around to your house. Unwilling, you follow him into the dinner. Seems like Charlie is trying to help him get on your good side again. Since this happens to be one of your favorite diners to go to afterwork. Sitting in silence across from him. You might as well get free breakfast out of it. 

"Your sister mentioned Cruz and your parents the other night." Waiting for food he might as well bite the bullet. 

"Cruz is the guy I told you about." Stirring your orange juice with your straw, you avoid his gaze.

"I don't see how it matters years later."

"I'm friends with his sister." Still stirring you look at him like he’s stupid. The Jethro Bodine in him is really coming out. 

"Oh."

"Yes, so you can imagine the scandal that was caused." Leaning back you move your cup out of the way. Neither one of you speaks until the waitress has walked away. 

"Your parents?"

"Dead to me." Irritated no one has really asked about your parents before. Then again you've never gotten this close romantically for anyone to ask about them. 

"You don't talk about your parents." Ronnie reiterates. 

Frowning, you know that statement is actually a question. And you know he means your birth parents. "You don't talk about your parents." You match his stare and tone. 

"My father died in jail. Mom lives with my brother in Fresno."

"They're both alive. I think. Turns out they're really racist and didn't approve of what I wanted. So they kicked me out when I was eighteen because they couldn't legally control me anymore." Shrugging its old news but it still hurts to talk about. 

"Damn." He wasn't expecting that. He was actually expecting it to be something about them not wanting you to be in a dangerous city or morbid job. Shit you're a self made woman. No wonder you act like you do when you're pissed. "Why do you have a hearing problem?" 

"While Cruz was crushing my wrist, his sister intervened. In the process I took a smack to the head and it damaged the bones that help you hear on that side. Besides, I have eardrum scarring." Pointing to your right ear. 

"Shit."

"Yeah that was a fun ER visit. They didn't buy the BS we were telling."

Oh God. You weren't just part of a violent dispute, you were collateral damage. Just thinking about it makes him upset. You've been plagued with incident after incident with Orcs yet you don't hate them. You're a better person than him.

“Any more questions?” You can see the wheels turning in his head. You've thrown him through a loop already. 

“No.” Shaking his head he’s already learned stuff that he wishes he didn't know. 

Finally back at your apartment complex, you're both sitting there awkwardly. You have seriously been thinking about the status of your relationship with Ronnie. There needs to be an official title in place. Because you don't need to be doing wifey shit for someone that you're not seriously attached to. But that's a discussion you don't really want to have but definitely need to have right now. Cause either be together or cut all ties.

"You know how to fix a sink?"  Looking at him you start making a plan on how you're going to approach this. Non-hostile as possible. Pap taught you that Orc men can be emotionally congested or weird about showing true emotions to their new partner. So best to distract while having the conversation. 

“Not really, more of fixing cars than plumbing.” Shaking his head no. Why would you ask that? 

“Come on then.” Opening the truck door you nod at him to follow. 

“What?”

“Come on and show you how.” Nodding again you get out and shut the door. Staring at him until gets out of the truck. 

Once inside your apartment it's obvious that you live here with roommates. Smells of three different people live here. Your apartment is nothing like he thought it was going to look like. Plants are scattered everywhere, an ungodly amount of pillows and blankets on the couch and various Orc religious pieces. 

“This way.” Nodding you lead him through your bedroom to the attached bathroom. 

Once inside the place smells so much of you it is overwhelming. Seems like the plants have started to take over your bedroom as well. 

"Here's the parts and the tools. I'm pretty sure it's just the spring and rubber seat that needs changing but I could be wrong." Opening up the cabinet under the sink, you pull out the supplies you need. Setting the items on the counter. "I can do this but there's one part I need help with." You turn the water off and start working on dismantling hot and cold water handles. 

"Don't you need some sleep?" 

"I have tonight and the next two days off." You see his quirked eyebrow. "What about you? Don't you have anything you need to be doing?"

"No." He really is trying to focus on your face but you're making it hard. Leaning over just so your butt on display. So badly he wants to follow the curve of it with his hands. But the mirror on the other hand is showing a perfect reflection of your tits. The baggy t-shirt is doing what it does, hang down. There's nothing else he wants to do than to roam your body and claim it.

You hear him take another deep breath and barely catch the ear twitch. “What?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Uh huh. Pull these valves straight up.” Pointing at the spots where the handles were you backup to give him some room. "That night we met, how did you feel about me? Before you knew all that stuff about my job." Staring him down you watch for any possible twitch or hitch in his breath, any sign that he might be lying.

"You're cute even with your resting bitch face. I was hoping we could hook up and keep seeing each other." It's odd that you ask him now about what he thought. The way you're staring at him makes it feel like he's being interrogated. 

"Why did you choose the name Sprinkles?" You know he picked that because you refused to be called Baby but Sprinkles is out there.

"Cause it's sweet, it comes in different colors and shapes. Gives things a whole new level of appreciation. Just like you."  

Astonished you don’t know what to say. It's making your brain short circuit that he put that much thought into a nickname when he only knew you for a few hours. The smirk he’s wearing just fuels the fire. 

"Wait here." Darting to the kitchen you quickly grab something. Fixing the sink is now on the back burner. You set the little step stool down in front of him. Stepping up you're now almost eye level. "Don't make me regret this."

"What-?"

Pulling him in by his shirt, you carefully kiss him before he can say anything else. Making sure not to bludgeon your face with his tusks.

"I really do like you. I wanted to make sure that was clear." Whispering it's a struggle to bring your eyes to his and you regret doing so. No response. Just a blank unfocused stare. Shit you read him wrong. Panicking you let go. Your hands have gone clammy and anxiety is spiking. How are you going to unfuck this? This is so embarrassing, you want to die now.

Plan B. Plan B. Abandon everything.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

"That night. You turned me down. Why? I smelled you, you were interested." Growling, you’re starting to be wishy washy. Gripping you by the hips he holds you close, you're not going to try and escape. 

"Yeah I was but I didn't want to be another notch in your belt. I'm not interested in one night stands. I want a relationship." Struggling a little, his hands have you in a vice grip. 

"After everything that's happened? You're stuck with me." He starts chuckling. "As my girlfriend with no influence from Dorghu about it."

"Really?” 

"Yes." Chuckling he pulls you closer if that is even physically possible to whisper in your ear. "I also had quite the conversation with Charlie the other day. Well, she was yelling at me for not knowing things."

"Not knowing what?" Turning your head slightly, you're still able to feel his breath on your skin.

"Your love language." A massively warm hand slides slowly up your back. Making you weak, shaking you to the core.

"D-Did you figure yours out as well?" Stuttering you don't know if you're going to kill Charlie or not. 

"Words of affirmation and quality time. But physical touch isn't bad either." Giving a smug grin, he leans in for another kiss. Making sure to savor this one. 

"Are you assholes done yet? Some of us are trying to sleep." Charlie yells banging on your bedroom door. Jolting you in surprise. 

"It's my apartment." Rolling your eyes, speak of the devil. 

"Well I don't want to hear sex sounds!"

“She’s always interrupting us.” Hiding a laugh it's true. Any time he has tried to get anywhere near intimate with you, Charlie is there to interrupt. 

"Calling the kettle black."  Laughing, you ignore her and pull Ronnie back in. The sink can wait until tomorrow.

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One Night Chapter 9

This one took a bit longer to write as I just recently started a new job so I've been pretty busy. I hope y'all enjoy this chapter. Thanks for reading.

Word Count: 1271

Warnings: None I think

Author: Me @bookchic20

Masterlist

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  

And as always credit to gif owner

Later that night

 Putting the key into the motels room, Sam is just praying in his head that he doesn’t see anything that he doesn’t want to see. He let’s out a breath before opening the door a Crack and peaking in. Thanking every thing he could think of to think he was so glad to see them both clothed laying in bed.

You were both curled up together on the bed, your body backed up into his with his hand laid protectively on your stomach.  Smiling to himself glad that it looks like the two of you had made up, and that you had stopped being stubborn long enough to talk to him about everything that had happened. And he was even pretty excited to become an Uncle.

Earlier that night

Getting to the car Dean opens the door for you so you can get in, before heading over to the driver’s side.

“Are you gonna be like extra about all this now?” You ask him looking over at him with a questioning look.

“What do you mean?” He asks confused.

“The whole door opening thing.”

“OH…” he looks ahead as he starts the car before looking over at you. “Yeah, yeah I definitely am.” He chuckles as he pulls out of the parking lot heading towards the Waffle House.

Pulling into the Waffle House parking lot Dean put the car into park and jumps out to run around to the other side to open your door and hold his hand out for you.

“Dean.” You say rolling your eyes. “I can open my own doors, I’m not useless yet ya know.”

“Nobody said you were. I’m just being a good…person.” It almost sounds like he wanted to say something else instead of person but you don’t question him. “Ya know you did kind of avoid me for a couple months so I have a lot of time to make up for.”

“Ugh…” You roll your eyes at him as you take his hand to help you out of the car. “You’re never gonna let me live that down are you.”

“Probably not.” He says pulling you into his side as you walk up to the restaurant.

Opening the door for you,you head towards a booth and sit down and order. You both have a great dinner of waffles, bacon, and hashbrowns. Mostly sitting in a very comfortable silence. Just like the two of you used to, sure you would need to sit down and talk about all this eventually, but for now you were just going to enjoy yourself for the first time I months.

 A little bit later back at the motel

Yawning you walk back in to the motel with Dean’s hand on the low of your back. The awkwardness starting to build up as you both are thinking about actually laying down to sleep.

“Soooo…” You start. “Um…I’m gonna go ahead and get changed for bed okay?”

“Yeah okay…do you need help? I mean …I mean…um… I…I’ll be out here. Um…I will get the couch ready for Sam and I’ll sleep in this bed so you can have this one.” He blurts out quickly.

 “Dean...” You look down and then back up to him. “We can just share a bed so nobody has to sleep on the couch.”

“You sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything.”

“I’m fine with it if you are.”

“Hell yeah I am.” Dean coughs and clears his throat. “I mean yeah that’s fine.” He says with the biggest shit eating grin ever.

You smile at him as you head into the bathroom and yell through the door. “Keep your pants on Dean. We are just sleeping tonight.”

“What about tomorrow?” He yells through the door. He hears you laughing on the otherwise of the door as he starts to get ready for bed himself with a big smile on his face. Laying down he pulls the blankets down for you waiting on you.

Standing in the bathroom you look at yourself in the mirror as you get undressed. Your smile slowly fading from your face looking down at your stomach. Sure, you weren’t huge yet but still, this is the first time you’ve been this close with Dean in a long time.  And you were not feeling very confident in yourself. Sliding your hand over your stomach you sigh to yourself, you just had to remind yourself you were growing a life inside you, of course you were going to get a little big in the middle. Letting out a breath of air you hear a knock on the bathroom door.

 “(Y/N)? You okay in there?” Dean asks through the door. “You’ve been in there for a while.”

Standing in your underwear and bar you slowly open the door to see him standing there.

“Sweetheart, why are you crying?” He asks before stepping closer to you.

“I…” wiping at your eyes you realize you had started to cry a bit without even noticing it. “I…don’t know.” You answer him, as you start to cry a little bit more.

 “Hey, hey, hey.” Dean says as he pulls you into his arms. “Its okay. I promise its all going to be okay. I’m here for you. We are going to figure this all out.”

 You just continue to sob in his arms as he scoops you up and takes you over to the bed. You squeeze your arms around him and hold onto him like you’re afraid to let go. Dean just continues you hold you tight, stroking your hair as he tries to calm you down.

 “Plus you know it wont just be me helping with all this.” Dean starts. “You have all kinds of people that have your back ya know? Like Sammy of course, he loves you like a sister, and Cas the crazy angel cares about you like well crazy. Then there’s Bobby, who thinks of you like a daughter and know this all makes sense as to why he was so mad at me about all this.”

You slow down your crying a little bit at that. “He…he wasn’t that mad was he?” You sniffle out.

 “Nah, he only wanted to kill me for the first few weeks that you were awol.” Dean says with a chuckle.  “But for real, you know that we are all here for you, no matter what.”

Releasing your grip on him, you lean back to look at him. Giving him a quick kiss on the lips you snuggle into his him. “Thank you.”

“Heh, its nothing. I just want to make sure your ok.” He says wiping the last of your tears from your face. “Now as much as I like this look you’ve got going on here we should probably get you into some clothes before Sammy gets back.”

“Heh yeah I should probably cover up a bit.” You say as you start to get up and head to your clothes you left in the bathroom.

 “But, you know when we get back to the bunker we can hang out in my room and you can wear what you got on now,” Dean says as he lays back on his pillows arms behind his head. “Or ya know less if ya wanted.” He smiles as you slip your bra off and throw it at him before pulling a night shirt and some shorts on.

 Slipping into the bed with Dean you get comfy as he pulls you closer to him his hand resting protectively on your stomach. You quickly fall asleep feeling safer than you ever had before.

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Crowley!!! Part 2

Part 1       

So I’ve Had this mostly written for quite a while but officially finished for like a month. I just wasn't sure if anyone would want it , but I’m biting the bullet and posting it. I do have more ideas for more chapters let me know if yall want more.

Word Count:1258

Warnings: language is all that I know of

Credit to Gif Owner

Author: @bookchic20

Thanks to my Beta Reader @sylvanasthebansheequeen and @pusantheamazonian

“Yeah I just got it home I’m sending you a pic now.” You say to your best friend on the phone, as you pull the phone away from your ear and then sending her a picture or your new car. Putting the phone back up to your ear you say, “Alright sent it you should be getting it soon.”

 “Got it” (Y/B/F) answers you. “Oooo I like it, but I am gonna miss taking you to work and getting free food out of it” She jokes laughing.

 “Now you know we will still get food girl, that’s guaranteed.” You say laughing along with her.

“For sure, well have you decided on a name for this one, yet? I always love hearing what your gonna call your cars.” She asks.

 “Well, I think I’m gonna keep with the same trend as the last one.” You start as you put some of your things in the back trunk area.

 “Oh, so sticking with characters from the supernatural books, eh?” She asks. “But which one will you choose this time?”

 “Well, I figure since this is actually like an SUV and so much taller than the cars I’ve driven in the past, I’m thinking Moose, after Sam ya know since he is supposedly so tall.”   You say as you start to pull down the hatchback of the SUV.

 “Really Moose? I thought you had class.” You hear in a Scottish accent from behind you.

 “Ouch shit.” You say as you hit your head on the hatch.

“You okay?” You hear from your phone, as you turn around and see Crowley standing behind you, leaning up against your apartment building.

 “Wha… oh yeah just hit my head uh I gotta get off here I’ll call ya back ok?” You say.

 “Cute guy, gotcha.” She says hearing the specific tone in your voice that she knows.

 “Uhhuh something like that.” You say. “Later.” You hang up your phone putting in in your pocket.  Smiling at Crowley, you put your hands on your hips.

 “Hello, darling.” Crowley says with a grin.

 “Well Hello to you too Crowley, it’s been a while hasn’t it.” You say starting to head towards him, and the door to your apartment.

He nods at you as you open your door and wave him in. “Not as long as you think.” He says, following you into your small apartment.

 “What do you mean?” You ask him. “It’s been like a year.” Grabbing a water out of your fridge you offer him one.

 Shaking his head, he asks. “So why a new vehicle? I thought Crowley was running just fine after I left you that night.” Crowley sits down in your armchair crossing his right leg over the left.

 “Well yeah it was but…wait.” You look at him intently.

“What?”

“It was you!” You yell pointing at him.

“What was me?” He asks, looking annoyed to be accused of who knows what.

“I thought I was crazy, my friend thought I was crazy!” You exclaim, throwing your hand in the air as you pace back and forth before stopping and looking at him. “You fixed Crowley, well I mean my car Crowley not you Crowley…well not that I can say that I don’t know what’s going on down there fixed or not.” You mutter your eyes briefly going just below his belt line, before continuing to pace again. “You made my car work better and didn’t even let me say thank you and then you vanish for almost a year, and randomly pop up after I get a new car and named it something you aren’t a fan of.”  You rant on. “Why do you even care what the cars name is are you just jealous its not named after you?!”

 Crowley sits up straight in the armchair eyes going wide, staring at you as you rant, he clears his throat. “Ehem.”

 Stopping in your tracks at the noise you look at him. “Sorry…I was ranting wasn’t I?” You ask him with an apologetic look.

 “Its fine Darling, I think we just have a couple things to address from your…rant.” He says.

 “Oh yeah sure like what?”

 “Well for starters you told your friends about me?” He looks at you with raised eyebrows.

 “Well not exactly.” You say and he looks at you unconvinced. “I told my best friend that I had a dream about meeting you and that my car was better after it like it was a coincidence type thing. So, I didn’t really tell her I met the real you…or ya know that you are in fact real in the first place.” You explain.

 “Ok well that’s fair enough now for the other thing.” He says with a smirk.

 “What other thing?” You say with a confused look. “Sorry sometimes I get lost in my rants as you called it and don’t pay attention to what I say. And what’s with the smirk?”

 “Well you said something along the lines of you ‘don’t know what’s going on down there fixed or not’ .”

 “Oh…” Your face goes red. “I didn’t mean… I just get caught up in talking sometimes…I… Wait a minute you’re avoiding my question.”

 “I am not.” He says with a huff before sitting back in the chair.

“You so are, and I think I have my answer you are jealous, aren’t you?”  You smile at him, and he huffs crossing his arms. “You’re jealous of a car! Ha!”

 “Mnot.” Crowley mutters under his breath, barely able to be heard looking away from you.

 “Crowley.” You say his name softly.

He doesn’t respond.

“Crowley.” You say a little louder, as you pat him on the shoulder. Come on Crowley look at me.”

He slowly turns his head. “What?”

“You know you’ll still always be my favorite right?” You ask him. “Just cause my other car got totaled after a wreck and I had to get a new one doesn’t change that.”

 “Wait you had a wreck?!” He asks concerned. “Are you okay?” He asks standing up and looking you over.

 “Hehe..” You chuckle a bit. “I’m fine Crowley, It was like a month ago and I wasn’t even in the car at the time so it’s all good. You don’t have to worry about me.”

 “Wait a month ago.” Crowley thinks back to a month ago, when he was helping the Winchesters with some issues they were having. He hadn’t been able to check in on you like he had been doing every so often over this last year. “This is all the boys’ fault.” He sighs as he turns away from you.

“What are you talking about? It’s nobody’s fault really. I was just in a fender bender and when we got out of the car to exchange info a car that was driving by slammed into it cause their brakes went out on them and so it was totaled. It could have been way worse.”

 “It shouldn’t have happened at all though, but because of those damn Winchesters you could have been hurt.” He says turning back around to face you with a strange look on his face.

 It was a look that you were not expecting to see on him, concern. “Wait a minute I’m confused.”

 “I should have been there to check in on you.” Crowley said, as he starts to reach out to you, right when your phone starts ringing.

 Looking over at your phone you reach to stop the ringing, and by the time you look back Crowley was gone.

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Sam Wilson x Friend!Reader, Zemo x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Part 1

By : @pusantheamazonian

beta'd: @2cciberrylee

Standing at the top of the jet’s stairs, heavy bags in his hands. An irritated Bucky glances back at Sam. 

"She's a kid. How is she going to help?" Growling the question out.

"We could use another set of eyes on Zemo. Besides, I've had her on a job before." Sam informs firmly.

Bucky enters the jet ignoring Zemo, sitting at the back. He throws the bags at the closest seat possible. "So in the process, we're going to make her a wanted criminal  too. Good plan Sam, very fucking good one." 

"Can you just go wait with him? I'll be back with her in a minute." Sam exasperatedly points to Zemo, making his way back down the steps.

An interesting turn of events. Zemo wonders exactly who you are. Since this is a different type of argument between Sam and James.

Waiting on the tarmac alone in the middle of nowhere. It's weird but Sam told you to wait here. So you stayed right here for hours awkwardly standing with just a backpack. 

You're just excited to be working with him again. Since he joined the Avengers you've had hardly any time to hang out. Just the occasional text to let you know he's still alive. 

Knowing that Bucky will also be there makes you jittery. During the last few months, you have developed a crush on him. This puzzled you because you didn't know how to express your feelings plus, couldn't exactly identify what drew you to him. Bucky is coming to terms with his own traumas; finding peace within himself, and starting to live his own life on his terms. So expressing your feelings of love or at least intense attraction will be too much for him to handle and he may reject you. On top of that, his body language is hard to read. A brick wall that you have to keep chipping at. That is why you prefer to enjoy every moment with him. You remember every detail about him; you miss the sounds of his voice and the feeling of his presence when he is gone.  

“Y/N!" 

Jolted out of your daydream, Sam is waving his hands in the air.

"Sam!" You are nearly jumping out of your skin when you see Sam cross the terminal to get you.

"It's good to see you." Sam wraps you in a big bear hug. The kind of hug that makes you feel safe and loved. He hugs you with his whole body making the hug warm and snuggly too. 

"I've missed these hugs." Groaning you don't want it to end.

"Last chance to cash out. Are you sure you want to help? It's going to be dangerous."

Sam takes your backpack.

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't see why you're being so secretive about needing my help. I've helped plenty of times with your projects." You bump into his arm on purpose. 

"This is different. Bucky's waiting with our current project. We need his help but he's a liability." Trying not to frown, he's not happy about the arrangement.

"Oh. So you think he might make a break for it?"

"Something like that." Sam leads you up the stairs and into a private jet. "Meet our-"

"Y/N? Long time no see." Zemo smiles, interrupting Sam.

You recognize this voice from anywhere. Keeping your composure, you struggle forcing yourself to keep a blank face. You slowly turn to look and glare daggers into him. Your body doesn't know whether to cry or throw up from this confusion.

"You know each other?" Sam questions pointing at Zemo.

"We've met. Briefly." You give a slight frown trying to remain neutral. You can physically feel the cold glare from Bucky. 

"Are you serious?" Surprised, Sam is having a hard time believing this.

"Unfortunately yes." Sighing you turn away from Zemo, making sure Sam has your full focus.

"I wouldn't say, unfortunately." Zemo chuckles.

"Quiet." Bucky growls.

"Is there any other bullshit I need to know besides this? How in the hell did he end up being with you?" Gesturing at Zemo. "Ain't he supposed to be underwater somewhere?"

"It's complicated. You can thank Bucky for that." Being childish Sam quickly points at Bucky.

Pinching the bridge of your nose. You quickly go over the pros and cons of just ditching them. But your loyalty to Sam and Bucky wins you over. This trip is going to be painful because either way Sam and Bucky are going to want to know how you know Zemo. 

"Let's get this over with." Sighing you take your backpack back and toss it to the side and buckle in. Making sure to keep your distance. 

God, you should have just stayed in bed.

~

What the fuck has happened? In a matter of hours the trio of untraceable got caught in their bullshit. Letting the whole island know of their presence. Beginning the reign of bounty hunters wanting their heads. And you are now part of that crossfire. Guess this is what Sam meant when he said it was going to be dangerous.

This wasn't the kind of bullshit you were expecting. This is way above your pay grade. But are you surprised? No. Should you be? Yes. Then to add to the bullshit. Sharon. Personally, you don't know her. The timing with her feels weird. But Sam seems excited? Happy? It's a weird situation. You feel jealous for some reason. Like she doesn't deserve his happiness but Sam is a happy person by nature.

Though Sharon brings the four of you to her place. Talking about this and that. Obviously trying to egg Sam and Bucky on about something. Bucky looks more pissed off than normal at the situation.

"I don't like her." Finally Sharon leaves and you can't help yourself.

"She did just save our lives." Sam sighs.

"So. That doesn't mean shit." Folding your arms, you're ready to list off all the reasons why. You can tell Sam is not liking your new attitude. Not that you can help it. Your nerves are shot and everyone is out to get them.

"Why? You don't know her." Sam groans.

"I don't know. Something just feels off about her. I can understand doing what you have to, to live here but it's not that. Feels like something worse."

"You should always go with your gut feeling." Zemo chimes in. The three of you just look at him.

"I'm going upstairs." Shaking your head you quickly disappear, trying to maintain distance from Zemo.

Watching you disappear Sam and Bucky surround Zemo before he can move.

"How do you know Y/N?" Sam stops him, a hand on his chest pushing Zemo back.

"Does it really matter to you?"

"Cut the crap. How?" Bucky snaps.

"Sorry gentleman. It is not my place to say." Zemo smugly grins.

Agreeing to go to Sharon's stupid party. You're perched in the corner, hiding your laugh behind a drink. You watch Zemo from a distance as he dances. That man still dances awkwardly. But you got to give him credit, he doesn't care if he's a bad dancer.

Speak of the devil. He's maneuvered his way through the crowd to your hiding spot.

"Care to dance?" 

"No." Frowning, it's hard avoiding his gaze.

"It's a party, you should relax." Turning on the charm Zemo slides I to the seat beside you. 

"You know I don't dance." Annoyed, you start swirling your drink. 

In bold, brash Zemo fashion he snatches your drink and takes a sip. "How can you keep an eye on me if you are over here and not on the dance floor?"

"I can see just fine from here." Snatching your drink back. 

"Are you sure?" 

Smug bastard.

Groaning you know he's right. It would be easy for him to duck out of sight while on the dance floor. Finishing your drink you gesture for him to lead the way. Weaving through the crowd he stops in the middle of the dance floor.

"Are you sure you don't want to dance? You are very noticeable just standing there."

Irked, you start to mimic some of his dancing moves. Unenthusiastically bouncing from foot to foot.

"See Y/N. Dancing is fun." An almost genuine smile appears.

"You're just trying to annoy Sam and Bucky." 

Zemo smirks, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer. An arm wraps around your waist, holding you close.

"The boys are getting suspicious. They asked how I knew you." He whispers in your ear before carefully spinning you in a circle.

"What?"

Before you can process what he said. Zemo is pulling you back in for another spin.

"Don't worry, too much frowning will cause wrinkles. I told them to ask you." 

"How considerate."

"I always am."

Scoffing it feels like nothing has changed between you two. You don't know what makes you angrier; the complete ease of being near him again or the lack of true hatred for him because of the crimes he has done.

Underneath it all, the moment makes you homesick for what you had and what could have been.

~

Finally getting some useful information. Sam and Bucky loosely agree on a plan. 

“Y/N you on lookout duty.” Sam orders.

“Okie dokie.” Saluting him you turn and head for higher ground with coverage.

Positioned atop a shipping container with binoculars. Scanning the area it seems quiet, too quiet. There's no one to be seen. Wouldn't even just a normal shipping yard have a few people roaming around? 

“Shit!” 

Out of nowhere there’s a fireball explosion off to the side. You can vaguely make out a masked man on top of a shipping container but through your binoculars you know that fucking fur collar coat anywhere. 

Damn it Zemo. You're going to strangle him before this mission is done. 

"Guys you have incoming and a fireball explosion." Radioing Sam and Bucky, you've lost sight of Zemo.

Making it to the ground you start running to the entrance. But you're intercepted by Zemo in a car. How did he have time to find a car?

"What the fuck was that?" You gesture at the fire still blazing high. 

"Don't worry about it Y/N. All part of the plan." Dismissing your question, he leans over to open the door.

“Part of the plan? Creating a giant explosion was part of the plan?”

“Yes. Now if you will get in the car we have to pick up Sam and James.” 

Against your better judgement you sit down in the front seat next to him. "Where did you steal the car from?"

"I found it. As they say finders keepers." Smirking, he gives a wink. 

"You're ridiculous, I hope you know that." With a scoff you close the door.

"You mean sophisticated and eccentric."

"Not what I would have chosen." Mumbling, you root through the glove box. Trying to find any indication of who this car really belongs to but that's a dead end. There's nothing in it. Meaning he’s already thought about that or there never was anything in it. 

"There they are!" Pointing up ahead you can see Sam and Bucky looking confused.

"Hello gentlemen. Do you need a ride?"

"Where did you get a car?" Both shouting in unison as Zemo puts the car in park.

"Don't ask." Rolling your eyes, you wave the question off before Zemo can speak. That's a conversation that doesn't need repeating."Just get in."

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Free Comic Book Day

I was standing in line next to a Captain America Cosplayer on free comic book day and had this idea pop into my head. It was originally supposed to just be a short little quick thing, but I ended up writing a lot, so much so that I had to separate this into two parts with possible more if everyone likes it. So here is the first part and I will post the second in a couple days or so. Also shout out to my best friend @pusantheamazonian​ for being my betta reader.

Word Count : 1410

Warnings: None 

Author: Me @bookchic20

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As always credit to gif maker

 Steves POV

“You lost the bet Cap you have to do it.” Tony laughs at Steve.

“Can’t I just go as myself why do I have to wear the whole uniform.” Steve asks. “What even is the whole point of this.”

“The bet was for the full suit so yes you have to wear it. And the point is you lost the bet.” Tony responds as he makes himself a sandwich.

 “Just do it Steve. He won’t let up you know that, and plus there will probably be a bunch of kids there I bet they will be thrilled to see Captain America.” Natasha chimes in from her spot on the couch.

 “Exhacthaly.” Tony says through a mouth full of sandwich. “Want a bite?” He asks holding out the sandwich to Steve.

 “Uhhh…Fine.” Steve sighs rolling his eyes at Tony. “Just text me the address and tell me when I have to do it.”

 “Will do Capsicle!” Tony yells after him as he walks out of the room.

 -Couple of Days Later-

 Capsicle Here is the address 555 State Street it’s a place called Crossover Comics and Games they open at 10 and you are going to be there on May 7th all right

 Alright Tony, does it have to be that specific day?

 Yes.

 “Ugh….” Steve sighs and wipes a hand down his face. “I have got to stop taking bets from Tony.”

 -Saturday May 7th -

  Steve Got dressed that morning in his full suit, throwing the shield over his shoulder to stick to his back he heads out of his room wondering what the day is going to bring him. Losing a bet to Tony was never a good thing, but this one has Steve confused. He had to go to some comic book store in his full uniform. Steve can only imagine that Tony is hoping that there will be some Captain America superfan there. They can get a little crazy when they see him. He’s Dealt with a few of them, and they can come on pretty strong and often don’t understand personal space, or personal hygiene. But like Natasha said there could be some kids out there as well and that is something that Steve always enjoys. Kids are some of the few people that genuinely believe in heroes and it is so amazing to encourage that.

 Sighing Steve looks down at his watch checking the time and realizing it’s getting close to when it opens, he decides to head down to the garage and jumps on his bike. Heading towards the comic book shop hoping that it will be worth it in the end and not too many crazy people will be there.

       (Y/N) POV

  “Micah!” You yell from the other room. “Come on your Aunt Susan is gonna be there before we even leave.”

 “Coming Momma!” Your little seven-year-old girl comes running out of her room with one shoe on and the other in her hand, dragging her sweatshirt behind her.

 “Oh honey.” You chuckle as you see her running towards you. “Come here let me help ya out.”

 “Coming” She giggles as she jumps up into your arms.

 You set her up on the kitchen counter and take the shoe out of her hand. “Now where does this go.” You look at the shoe curiously. “Here maybe?” You say putting the shoe on her hand.

 “No Momma not my hand.” She says giggling and kicking her feet a little.

 “Oh…hmmm….” You say with a fake contemplative look on your face. “Oh, I know! It goes here, right?” You sit the shoe on her head. “Now that looks right. Yes, the shoe definitely goes right there on your noggin.”

Micah starts laughing even harder knocking the shoe off her head. “Momma nooooooo!” She giggles out. “My foot Momma my foot!” She holds up her socked foot to you. “Here Momma”

  “Oh, my goodness! How silly of me. Of course, it goes on your foot.” You say as you put the shoe on her foot. “How ever did you get so smart.” You say as you kiss her on the forehead. “Now let’s see what you picked out to wear today.” You pick her up and stand her back down on the floor.

 Micah puts her sweatshirt on and does a little twirl. “Do you like it Momma?” She asks as she turns once more. Wearing a pair of blue tennis shoes, a pair of black pants and her favorite Captain America shirt under her tie dye zip up.

 “You look beautiful baby girl.” You say taking her hand in yours and spinning her around. “Now do you want me to do anything with your hair or do you want to leave it down.

 “Can you braid it two times please?” She looks up at you with big eyes.

 “Alrighty piggy tail braids coming up and then we have to head out to meet Aunt Susan, okay?”

 “Yaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy” She yells.

     Steve’s POV

  Pulling up to the store it shocked him there is a huge line of people and a big event was going on at the store. Signs all over the place saying free comic book day, and a huge line out the door. Of course, that’s why Tony picked this specific day, there are so many people here. This is going to be a long day, but at least you see a bunch of kids too that part will at least be fun. Getting of his bike he starts heading to the store. Some of the kids start getting excited tugging on their parents’ pants legs and pointing at him and waving.

 Steve waves back at the children smiling and waving stopping to take some pictures with the ones who were brave enough and just talking to the ones who didn’t want to get to close. After Steve got through most of the kids outside some adults started to come up to him and started talking to him. Most were pretty nice and just told him how inspiring he was, but then there were a couple that were just what he feared.

 One of them even tried to push some of the children out of the way to get to Steve. Steve politely pushed past the man to get to the children first, before turning around to talk to the guy that was in such a rush. He definitely was not smiling when he first started talking to him until he saw a little girl in a tie dye sweatshirt goes running by and jumps into someone’s arms. That reminded Steve why he was going to stay here with a smile for a little bit longer, but hopefully he would be able to get away from some of these overbearing adults.

   (Y/N)s POV

  “Auntie Susan Catch me!” Micah yells as she runs up to your best friend and jumps into her arms. Susan picks her up while she laughs. “We made it! I missed you!”

  “I missed you too little Bug.” Susan says as she swings Micah in a circle. “We just have to tell your mom to invite me over more.”

 “Aunt Susan you don’t need to be invited you have a key!” Micah says matter of factly.

 “That is true Bug that is true.” She responds laughing before looking over at you. “Ohhhhh…. (Y/N) you’re here too.” She jokes.

 “Hahaha yes, I am here too. I know you like Micah more than me, my baby girl stole my best friend from me.” You say dramatically holding your hand to your heart. “Anyway, you wanna go in and get our comics Bug.”

 “Yes momma! And then can’t we get in that jumpy house after?” Micah asks with a big smile on her face.

 “Hmmm I don’t know?” You say.

 “Please?” Susan and Micah say simultaneously while using the big puppy dog eyes and quivering lip.

 “Ah man you know that always works on me you two.” You say back to them. “Fine I guess you can bounce for a little bit. But then food!”

 “Yay food!” They both yell, before turning to walk into the store.

 Laughing you follow them in. luckily the line had died down but there was still a pretty big group of people in a bit of a semi-circle around something. Hmm… wonder what that could be. Eh, you had comics to get and a daughter that wanted to go into the bounce house. You had things to do.

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Kisses For Help

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

My Hero Academia

By: @pusantheamazonian                   not beta'd

There’s no reason. Just some brain rot.

He's been watching you for the last thirty minutes from the end of the street. Surprisingly you peaked his interest. You've been screaming at the Nintendo Switch in your hands. Why are you sitting underneath a street lamp playing a video game? It's dark outside, should little girls be inside by now? 

"God damnit!" Yelling you almost throw your Switch. You can't seem to get past this level. It's always something popping out of a corner that kills you.

"It's not nice to yell." Obnoxiously red shoes fill your vision with a condescending voice.

"I will yell if I want to." A quick glance up. He looks like an emo who doesn't know what emo really is. The light blue hair is off setting to the all black outfit. Ignoring the man you start again.

"Then do it at your own place."

"Roommate is having sexy time so I'm out here." Huffing, your eyes don't leave the screen. "Damnit dead again!"

"Game troubles?" Laughing he watches you die again.

"Obviously." Annoyed if you don't get past this level. You're going to toss this game out. This aggravation is not worth the price you paid for it. 

"Give it." Extended hand he waits.

Standing up. You give him a skeptical look. Warily, you still hand it over. Noticing his cracked and dry skin, you wonder if it's because of his quirk or he doesn't know what lotion is. Probably both.

"Dude…" Amazed you watch him run through the level effortlessly. Leaning in, he's going much faster than you normally would. 

"Shush." Shushing you, he focuses solely on the game. Not aware of how close you've gotten. 

"Easy." Smirking, he hands it back. He finished that game weeks ago.

"I could kiss you right now. I've been trying for days to get past that level. It-" You quickly save it while rambling. This rando has turned into your savior.

"Go ahead."

"Huh?" Confused you couldn't have heard him right. 

"You can kiss me." Repeating himself he leans down to your level.

“That's what I thought you said.”

Stunned no one's ever challenged you for a kiss when you say it. Not wanting to back down. You slowly lean in standing on your tippy toes, giving him ample time to change his mind. Pressing softly against his lips, you linger a second too long. 

Pulling back it becomes a staring contest. You can see the subtle surprise in his eyes that you actually did that. You went and kissed a stranger for helping you with your game. 

"I'm Y/N." Murmuring you can’t look away. Those bright red eyes make it feel like he’s looking at your soul.

"Shigaraki." Smirking, you're much cuter when embarrassed. 

"Um." Your mind blanks for a minute. "I have some two player games if you want to play?" Risking it you don't know if it's worth it but you can't seem to care about the lingering awkwardness.

~

It's been a few days and you can't stop thinking about him. That night with Shigaraki has consumed your every thought. You've never clicked with someone that fast before.

So you've begun to loiter in that same spot at night hoping you cross paths again. Praying to the Gods that it wasn't just a one-off chance and you see him again.

"Sexy time again?"

"Shigaraki!" Smiling, you automatically stand up, putting your switch away. "Not today. I was actually waiting for you. I was hoping that you might walk this way."

"Me?" Feigning surprise. It's cute how you think you're the one who's been doing all the work in hopes to see him again. He'll let you keep believing that. Never letting you know that he's been stalking you since that night. That he knows your work schedule and who your friends are.

"If you're not too busy. I wondered if you wanted to hang out sometime." Fidgeting with your hoodie you hope he says yes. Otherwise you're going to seem like a stalker. "I understand if you don't want to. I know I'm just some stranger that kissed you the other day."

"If I help with games do I get more kisses?" Strategically he begins to back you up against the wall. 

"I-if you want to be paid in kisses. That's okay." Stammering you can feel your face heating up. "I can cook too."

"Hmmm." Grabbing your chin he maneuvers it to his liking. Stealing a kiss.  "Kisses should be fine for now."

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Don't Belong Here

Part 2

Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

By:@pusantheamazonian

Part 1

Tag list: @athenaricham-loves-orcs  @pandainfinitely ​

Two months and counting. You're still texting Ronnie. Honestly it's his persistence and you sending memes at all hours of the night is what kept this going. Cause truth be told you would've flaked out by now and ghosted him. Flirting is not your strong suit. It never has been and will never be.

Quickly sending Ronnie a SpongeBob meme. You make sure your phone is on silent like always and toss it on your desk. Time to get the work day started, freezing in the basement. 

It's a steady night so far. Only two new bodies today; almost done with testing on one and one is ready to go home.

"Y/N, Officer Crawford says O23B's wife is here to identify him." Manny hangs up the phone as he swivels towards you. His desk to the left of yours. Since he was adamant that he be on your left so you could hear and that he's closest to the door. In case of emergencies, his words, not yours but you know it's so that he can block any undesirables trying to get inside. But the orc is the best big brother and assistant you could ask for. So you let him get away with whatever.

"Okay. Help me pull him out then you can go get them." Jumping off your stool you head towards the freezer. Pulling open the massive door with two hands. 

"Of all the things you can do, you can't push a gurney by yourself." Teasing, he pulls the gurney out without your help, Moving it to the center of the room. 

"Oh hush." Shoo-ing him out the door. You fold the sheet down making sure everything is ready for the identification. Poor man, the orc came in with three gunshot wounds to the chest. Dead on arrival. 

"This way ma'am." Manny's voice travels as he opens the door. "This is Dr. Y/L/N. She is the one in charge down here."

“Hello.” You give her a small smile and gesture behind you. “When you're ready.”

Stepping to the side you wait. You know it's her husband, you could tell as soon as she walked through the door. Besides, Manny did that little secret ear twitch confirming the smells. 

Slowly approaching, you watch her fight against her emotions. "Y-Yes that's my husband." She nods quickly.

"Does he have any allergies or health conditions?" You gently question there's no need to upset her further. 

"No." Shaking her head. "D-do you mind if I have a minute?"

"Go ahead."

Nodding at the door, Manny and you step outside. Quietly waiting for her to come back out. You can hear whispers in broken sobs coming through the door. Like always you give Manny a look, after all these years this part is still uncomfortable. He gives you the look right back. 

After a long five minutes the door opens.

"Thank you." Trying to hold her dignity together. "You must find it strange. Me talking to him like…" She trails off threatening to cry again.

"No, I talk to them all the time." Shaking your head you try to reassure her that it's perfectly normal. She gives you a weak smile.

"I'll show you out." Gesturing to the elevator, you let Manny slip back inside to put him away. 

In the ride up, you explain the various things that are going to happen next. That you will contact her when her husband is ready for transport. If she wants you can call and set up transport with whichever funeral home or place she wants him sent. 

"Do you have a ride home?" Slightly concerned you hope she does. You don’t want the poor woman to get in a wreck because she is an emotional train wreck. 

"Yes, a family friend." Nodding she reaches for a tissue. 

"Y/N?" Floored he almost didn't recognize you. Your scent was the only confirmation. You look so different with glass on, plain pale green scrubs with a matching jacket. Your hair is up with no earrings in and you don’t smell like you. Smelt more like chemicals and death. A familiar voice calling your name comes out of nowhere.

"Ronnie?" Surprised you never thought that you would see him here. Hell you haven't even told him what your job exactly is. He moves to stand beside the wife. 

"You two know each other?" She quickly questions.

"Yeah, this is Sprinkles." Teasing, he gives you a smile. 

"This is Sprinkles? You're Sprinkles?" 

"Yes?" You are so confused.

"Ronnie told me about you!" Excitedly she points at you. 

"Really?" You didn’t expect him to tell anyone about you. Maybe the odd question here and there from the other Fogteeth if he had heard from you. 

"Dr. Y/L/N, there's a phone call for you." Manny's voice catches your attention. He’s holding the security door open. 

"You'll have to excuse me. I'll be in touch."

Politely smiling, you excuse yourself quickly disappearing behind the locked door.

Staring at the door he never expected this to be your job. When you said orc coworkers he expected a factory not the fucking city morgue.

Arms crossed and hoovering, Manny's waiting for the second you hang up the phone.

"What was that?"

"That just turned awkward. That's the guy I've been messaging. Who is apparently a friend of our new guy. And he told them about me. So the wife was excited? To know that I was the one he had told them about." Shrugging you don't know how to explain it. You write yourself a reminder about the phone call. 

"Well he must have been preparing to gradually introduce you to them." Nodding in agreement with himself he sits down. 

"What?" Swiveling towards him, is everyone trying to confuse you today? 

"How long has it been since you two started talking?"

"Two months. Manny, what does that have to do with anything."

"Y/N, you're human. No matter what you've been through or done. You're still human." He gives you the cold hard truth.

"Well that just put a damper on the day." Frowning, you go back to your note. 

"It's the truth."

~

Walking to your car you're ready for sleep. The shift seemed to drag on forever and you're dreading the drive home. You should have just hitched a ride last night.

"Y/N."

"Ronnie?" Surprised you didn't expect to see him so soon. Besides, how did he get into the parking garage? It's a security gated parking garage. "I'm sorry for what happened to your friend." Offering your condolences you push those thoughts aside as he gets closer. 

"You work for the city morgue? Why didn't you say anything? What the hell happened to my friend?" Closing in he starts assaulting you with multiple questions. It’s hard to tell which one he really wants the answer to. 

"I can't." It’s the first thing that slips out. 

"What?" Grumbling he doesn’t like your answer. 

"I can't tell you because I don't know! I haven't gotten the results back from the ballistics team or the lab. Besides legally I can't say anything yet." Now is the time to start panicking. None of this feels right. You start backing away. 

Huffing he grabs your wrist pulling you close. "What kind of gun?"

Shit. Shouldn't have said ballistics.

"What are you-" Jerking in his grip you try to back up but he yanks you forwards so you crash into him.

"What kind of gun?" Growling he uses his size against you.

"9 mm Luger semi auto pistol. Probably 5"-5.5" barrel. If I had to guess." Scared you ramble everything off quickly.

In a moment of clarity your scared face is burned into his brain. What is he doing?

"Y/N!" Manny yells. 

Turning to look, Manny is running towards you. Ronnie let's go and you stumble backwards. Almost fall to the ground if Manny didn’t catch you. Frightened and so confused you can only watch as he runs away. Rubbing your arm you can already see the bruise forming. 

"You okay?" Asking, Manny hoists you up.

"Yeah." 

"Y/N." Hands cupping your face, he forces you to focus only on him. 

"I didn't expect…" Blanking out you don’t know what’s real right now. 

"Come on. Let's get it checked out." Manny steers you back inside as you try holding it together.

~

Arriving at work is difficult. You can feel the anger and disappointment from everyone in the basement that knows what's going on. Frankly you're disappointed in yourself to think he might have actually liked you. Because now it seems he was just biding his time for when your job could be useful to him.

"I know. So don't say anything." Sighing, you put your bag down. Ignoring Manny and Tog. As well as your two regular janitors who just happen to be cleaning the room. They all give you disappointing looks. Especially Tog the old worry wort. But you can't blame him, the old orc treats you like a child anyways. You already got an ear full from him this morning.

"Y/N." Tog says standing beside you once everyone has left. 

"I know I know. He's bad news. I never expected to actually see him in person again."

"He's already attached to you." Folding his arms, he’s got the disappointed father stare down.

"What?" You seriously did not just hear him say that. 

"Sometimes there's a connection so strong it lingers as a smell under everything else. The fear, the pain, the sadness." 

"Tog." Glaring, you hope he stops speaking but he continues. You don’t want to hear anything more about Ronnie right now or ever at this rate.

"As you would say true love at first sight. It's wafting off you."

"Mmmm. I don't think so." You give him a skeptical look. 

"But this. This is unacceptable." He points at the bruise.

"Dr. Y/LN, I have another one." Officer Crawford chimes pushing in a body bag. You both watch him visibly pause as he reads the uncomfortable atmosphere. “I’m just gonna leave this right here.” He cautiously backs out the door. 

The texting between you and Ronnie has completely stopped. The last thing was the SpongeBob meme you sent and that was days ago. Manny has sort of taken over security detail. For the time being as someone has to walk you to your car or the bus stop every morning. The boys have even timed it so that they're waiting when you arrive.

You quickly message Ryan. You desperately need best friend time. Only the insanity of your gay boyfriend will help.

"Thanks for meeting me." Sitting down, Ryan has already snagged a booth.

"Anything for you Y/N. Besides, my next client isn't for a few hours." Smiling mischievously. You know he’s prepared for all the drama.

After ordering he starts the millions of questions.

"So what's going on girl?"

"Men. Well people in general." Sighing you scrunch down in the booth. 

"Men are stupid. We have been over this. So what have they done now?" Waving his hand, that's old news.

"You don't want to know." Frustrated, this can not be your life.

"Y/N." 

"Ryan."

"Come on, spill the tea. I'm not afraid to ask Charlie or your parents." 

"It was going okay I guess, we met at one of those parties Charlie and Olivia go to. We've been talking but the other day one of his friends ended up on my slab. Obviously he now knows what I do for a living. That I'm a fucking Medical Examiner, which I've never told him what I do. So in this whole revelation he demanded, well aggressively suggested I give him certain information. Panicking, I gave my opinion of murder weapon and we haven't spoken since." Avoiding his stare you start picking at the linoleum on the table. 

"What. The. Fuck?" He only pauses to take a breath. "Wait wait wait. He's not human is he? Cause if he was human you would have kicked his ass."

"No." Mumbling, Ryan should know better. You've never had a thing for humans.

"It better not be an elf. I swear to Satan himself. I will jump over this table if you say it's an elf."

"Orc."

"Have you tried talking to him?" Exasperated, he's not believing this. 

"No."

"So you've gone ghost."

"He hasn't said anything either." Whining you kick his foot.

"How does Tog feel about this?"

"Ugh don't even get me started. He's upset about it but keeps going on about true love wafting off of me. Now Manny's pissed cause he found out it was a newbie that let him in." Sighing, you sit back up. 

"I take it that it's been handled?"

"Oh Manny definitely handled it. Besides, everyone on the floor is giving him shit about it. I'm surprised he hasn't come up missing yet."

"They should, you just can't just let anyone in. And he's a newbie that's a major strike. You're like the Queen of the basement." He exaggerates the queen part. 

"No I'm not."

"Are too and you know it. You yelled at the Magic FBI people."

"Excuse me for treating everyone like normal people. You know the basement is my territory and I won't allow someone to come in there bad mouthing my minions."

"And that's why you're the Queen." Laughing he slaps the table as the food arrives. 

"Whatever, how's married life going?"

"Lord, I'm almost ready to become a widow. If I trip over his shoes one more goddamn time. You're going to have to bail me out."

"Is he still leaving them in the middle of the hall?" Laughing, you forget all your problems. You want to stay in this moment forever. You don’t want our life to become a soap opera.

He's surprised. He came in to pick up food and saw you in a booth with another guy. He couldn't help but to eavesdrop on your conversation. With your back to the door you haven't noticed him. You're gossiping about some actor.

Out of the corner of his eye he notices something strange. You reached out for your drink and there's discoloration to your skin wrapping around your wrist. A nasty color of red and purple.

That's the wrist he grabbed.

He did that. 

A nauseous feeling boils inside as his stomach drops. He overstepped the line again. First demanding the information after you told him no. Scaring you. Ghosting you. Now the bruise that he left in wake of his anger. He's an asshole and you deserve better. 

~

*Bang Bang Bang*

"Y/N. Please open up."

Jumping in surprise. Why is Ronnie at your apartment? Hoping he just goes away, you ignore the exaggerated knocks. While hiding underneath a blanket on the couch.

*Bang Bang Bang*

"Y/N I just want to talk."

You have to come to the door. How else is he going to apologize to you? 

*Bang Bang Bang*

"I know you're in there. I can smell you."

Aggravated you just might commit murder. Stupid orc and their stupid sense of smell.

"What?"  Glaring you rip the door open.

"That bruise." He immediately points to your wrist as if that's the only thing that matters.

"What do you want?" Pulling the sleeve of your hoodie down and folding your arms. 

"I'm sorry for how I reacted in the parking garage."

"How do you know where I live?" You bypass his weak apology.

"I followed you home." Shrugging, to him it seems obvious how.

"Of course you did. Typical." Yup, like every stereotypical man who doesn't know how to process feelings or use a phone. He stalks you.

"Can we start over and forget about what I did?" Ronnie pleads.

"Why should I?" You've been through too much shit already to be with a guy that's an asshole and douche. "I'm used to irate family members and friends wanting information. But I didn't expect it from you. You would have never gotten that close if my guard was up. Which is why the boys always insist that someone walks with me." Cutting him down to size is the only way to make it clear that he fucked up. Because if he thinks a simple apology and begging will work, he's wrong.  "And the bruise, where do you think it came from?"

You hear the neighbor's door across the hall open. "Is everything -?"

"Mind your own business Randy!" Shouting, you don't break eye contact. You wait for the door to close before continuing. "I can chalk it up to bad timing and raised emotions but my coworkers are pissed. Frankly I am too."

"I'm sorry." With all sincerity he can muster he apologizes again. He'll keep apologizing until you believe him.

"I'll give you a trial run."

"A trial run?" Confused, he's not a game.

"One week to change my mind that you're not some asshole. Because apologies don't matter if you don't stop the behavior you're apologizing about."

"Okay." Nodding he has to make it up to you. 

"If you haven't noticed there's a lot that we don't know about each other." Staying firm in your decision you don't lose eye contact. You have to state your dominance in this agreement.

"Right." Shifting his weight he leans on the door frame. "You're a doctor?"

"A medical examiner but yes I have a Doctor's License." 

"So yes?"

Rolling your eyes it's hard not to smile. This man is so stupid. Stupid and obviously your fucking type. You wanted a himbo and now you got one. The fucking soap opera of your life.  It's what you get when you wish for Jethro Bodine mixed with a cryptid.

"Yes."

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One Night Chapter 4

Sorry it has taken so long to put out another chapter it has been a rollercoaster few years. My grandma passed away the job I was working at closed and I have been unable to find a new one, so the anxiety levels have been off the charts along with some very sad days. However enough of my pity party I hope you all like the newest chapter I'm sorry it doesn't really have any spicy bits in this chapter it just didn't fit that way. I am going to try to get the next chapter started and put out here soon. In the meantime if you like this one check out some of my other stuff I've written.

Word Count :945

Warnings: Just cursing I believe 

Author: @bookchic20

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3

“God Dammit Bobby…” You mumble under your breath as you slowly sit up in your truck hearing the all to familiar rumble of a car pulling up behind you. Looking into the rearview mirror you realize your worst fears had come true. Bobby had sent THE BOYS! You were most definitely not ready to see Dean again, yeah four months had went by but still what were you even going to say to him.

 You hear the motor turn off in the black Impala and brace yourself as you send a quick text off to Bobby.

Really Bobby I get it Ill talk to him!

 With a deep breath you reach for the door handle and start to get out.

 Deans Pov

 “Alright right off the road up here is where Bobby said we will be meeting them.” Sam says looking at the map on his phone.

 “Did he happen to say who we would be meeting?” Dean questions as he starts to pull in behind a pickup in the lot they were supposed to be meeting this person.

 “Nope he just said we’ve worked with them before.” Sam responds putting away his phone and getting ready to get out.

 “That could be a ton of people seriously why be so secretive…” Dean trails of as he sees a familiar profile sit up from inside the truck. “(Y/N)……..” He whispers. Dean quickly starts to turn off the impala and reach for the door.

“Dean just relax let’s not overwhelm her.” Sam starts. “I bet Bobby didn’t tell her who she was gonna be working with either, this may be just as shocking for her as it is for you.”

“…” Deans Hand Hovers over the door handle and lets out a sigh. “Yeah, yeah you’re probably right.” He agrees with Sam before forcing himself to move a little bit slower than he wanted to. As he steps out of the car and sees you hop out of your truck time freezes for just a moment. He sees you and you are just as beautiful as the first time he saw you. But what he notices second is that you are wearing one of his old flannels and his heart swells thinking maybe just maybe you didn’t actually mean anything when you ran away that night so long ago.

 (Y/N) Point of View

 “Deep Breath” You breath in deeply. “You can do this.” You mumble to yourself as you hop out of your truck and slam the door. You start to walk over towards the Impala.  “Uh… Hi Winchesters.” You say. “I guess you’re the backup Bobby sent my way.”

 “Yeah, I guess we are (Y/N).” Sam says with a big dorky smile on his face as he walks up to you.

 “Hey big guy.” You say as you give him a hug. Sam pauses for a minute before reciprocating the hug and then steps aside for Dean to walk up to you.

 “Hey Dean.” You say as you stick out your hand for a shake. “Long time no see huh?”

 “Uh yeah.” Dean says looking a little disappointed at the handshake. “How have you been?”

 “Busy you guys know, there is always another case somewhere, always another monster to be killed.” You say.

 “Speaking of which,” Sam starts. “Bobby told us a bit about the case, but what all do you have on it?”

 “Well let me show you.” You say as you pull a map out and lay it on the tailgate of your truck. “So, the bodies all had several different sizes of bite and claw marks on it so I knew that there had to be multiple werewolves and of course missing hearts. I tracked them and found that they are staying here.”  You point to a spot on the map. “There’s an old barn that has been abandoned and it looks like they are staying there for awhile it seems like this group likes to roam around so as not to draw suspicions. I think there are at least three of them, so ya know more than I could handle alone.”

 “Yeah, we’re glad you didn’t go in on this alone, we’re glad you called for some backup.” Sam says, looking over toward Dean who is in his own little world staring at you. Sam nudges Dean.

 “Uh… Yeah right. We can help with this easy. We’ll knock this out and then grab some drinks to celebrate like old times.” He says with a smile. “I even told Cass where we were heading so who knows he may pop in too, never really can tell with him.”

 “Right… well it’s about to be sundown so we should be able to head over that way now. I’ve scouted it out and there is an easy way to get up into the hay loft from outside, and I figured I’ll head up that way and cover you guys while you go in from the side door over here.” You say pointing out a door on some of your pictures from your recon. “They tend to mainly stay in the front area it seems since it’s the part of the barn that’s to most put together.”

 “Sounds like a good plan, we’ve got plenty of silver, you covered or do you need any.” Sam asks.

 “Nah I’m covered on the silver front. I got plenty of bullets made up for old reliable here.” You say patting your fathers old pistol you have in your belt.

 “Well let’s head that way then.” Dean says before the boys grab their guns and knives from the trunk of the Impala. And you start to walk that way.

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Cash Prize

Part 5- The End

By: @pusantheamazonian     Not beta’d.

This took longer to write than expected. 😐 

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tag list: @slasherenthusiast​

What. Have. You. Done.

You don't know if you have been blessed or cursed. After the events from Michael's birthday. He's more… possessive. If that's the right word. He doesn't let you out of his sight. Even at work now you can feel his eyes. You're pretty sure it's only when you are sleeping does he leave you alone, but that's only to pursue his blood lust. If he had his way he would be murdering people while keeping you pinned to the mattress.

That's only the tip of the iceberg. You've noticed, well definitely noticed he's become physically assertive. From cuddling to unspeakables as if he has to have a hand on you at all times. Making you question if he thinks you're going to disappear. You're not going to do that to him. Hell it would be fucking rude and a death sentence to do so since you instigated this relationship.

"What the?" Stepping out of the shower confused. Where the fuck are your clothes? You had put them on the counter. "Damn it Michael."

The sneaky bastard must have come in and taken them. Fine two can play that game. Grabbing one of his black shirts you put it on. The shirt skirts just above your knees and the collar has already slipped off one shoulder. You needed to do laundry anyways. He'll just have to deal with you wearing his shirt until then. 

Laundry basket in hand you search each room for dirty laundry. The random pieces of clothing scattered across the place is ridiculous. How can a man with so little clothing have clothes everywhere? Grabbing the hand towel off the stove. You’re grabbed from behind by a set of familiar arms.

“Michael where did you put my clothes?” Chuckling, you set the basket on the counter. He responds by pulling you closer. A hand slowly slides up your thigh. 

"W-what are you doing?" It is too early for his nonsense but his boldness never ceases to surprise you. He doesn't stop, his hand dips inside the front of your panties. Immediately teasing you.

"I-I need … to start the laundry." Gasping you need him to wait a few minutes. Or else you won't have any clothes for work tomorrow. He holds you tighter, keeping you pressed against him. Rocking his hips as you squirm. 

“Michael!” Grabbing his wrists, you hold back a whine. Through the latex of his mask buried in your neck. His hot breath is loud in your ear.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Freezing you stare in horror at the door. Who in the hell is knocking on your door? Michael must be thinking the same thing because you feel the shift in his demeanor as he lets go and heads to the door.

Shit.

Quickly maneuvering around him, you're able to cut him off at the door. 

“Wait! Just let me check who it is.” Whispering you don't want to compromise anything by letting the person know he’s here. Lord forbid that it is the police or Loomis. You watch him fidget, opening and closing his hands quickly. Huffing he agrees for the moment.

Cracking the door open. You leave the chain attached and stay mostly hidden behind the door. "Can I help you?"

"Hi. Some of your mail got mixed with mine." The man smiles. He hands you two envelopes.

"Oh! Thank you." Grabbing the envelopes you can tell that it's just junk mail. Why didn't he just stuff it in your mailbox? There's no point in hand delivering unless you're trying to be nosey. 

"I'm Tim by the way. Just moved in downstairs." He explains just a tad too excitedly.

"Welcome to the building but you'll have to excuse me." Forcing a smile you slowly close the door.

Watching the man through the peephole and observing you. This man has no right to be speaking to you. There's something about the way he is looking at you. It fuels his blood lust and something primal. You belong to him and no one else. Why did you smile at that stranger? Apparently you and the whole building need a reminder about who you belong to.

Waking up something is odd. Why are you lying in an empty bed? Slightly confused about what's happening. Michael doesn't usually make a lot of sounds if any. So of course when there's several thuds in a row you're curious. 

"Michael, what's with all the racket? It's almost two in the morning." Yawning, you rub your sore hips. Stumbling down the hall slightly annoyed. You were starting to dream about making a snowman out of cotton candy. 

Flipping on the kitchen light. You're surprised but not by the scene. Michael is choking a guy with one hand. He acknowledges you with a slight head tilt while the man gurgles. Pathetically trying to undo Michael’s grasp. 

"Nope I'm not even going to acknowledge this. I'm going back to bed." You flip the light back off and walk away. Closing the bedroom door you realize that the guy he’s choking is the neighbor you talked to earlier. Meaning either two scenarios happened. Michael coaxed him up here or he broke in. If you are being realistic about it, option two is the obvious answer. That in itself is unsettling. Time to snuggle up in blankets and block those thoughts out.

You don't really know how long it was but you knew it was over when Michael climbed back into bed, koala gripping you under the covers.

"That body better not be here in the morning." His arms squeeze tighter. "Good and thank you." You don't want to think of what would have happened if Michael hadn't been here. Snuggling closer you sigh drifting back to sleep, stealing his body heat.

~

"You want me to call him?" Confused, this is not how you thought your evening was going to go. You just wanted to relax on the couch after work. But he’s cornered you with a plan. A plan that you are grasping the air for. All you can make out is that you are going to be bait for Loomis. 

"Okay but I'm doing it from a payphone." Sighing you shove the crumpled business card into your pocket. Annoyed that you have to put your shoes back on and make the trek down the street. 

Huddled in the phone booth you hope this is the right number. The way Michael crushed the card makes it difficult to read the number. But the number went through and it’s ringing. After three rings the line is picked up.

"Dr. Loomis?"

"Yes." His voice is exasperated. 

"You had visited me asking if I have seen anything since the contest with the Horror Lover's club. I'm not sure but I think someone is following me." You try to sound worried so that he takes interest. Making sure not explicitly say your name. So that it can't be traced back to you. 

“Yes! Miss Y/N. What has been happening to make you think that?” You hear him perk up with his question.

“Well when I-”

*Crash*

Screaming, glass is shattering all around you. Glancing up Michael has punched through a window pane and ripped the telephone cord from the box.

“What the hell was that?” Irritated, you scowl at him. Shaking off the splintered glass.  Ignoring the question grabs you by the arm pulling you out of the phone booth. 

~

Just as he planned Loomis showed up with back up. Watching from the window you see the cop car park on the street. One single cop exits the car with Loomis. The poor bastard shouldn't have gone to work. 

“Okay they’re here. Where do you want me?” Turning, you face Michael. He hasn't left your side since you two arrived at the Meyer’s house. 

A hand grabbing your wrist. He pulls you into what used to be the dining room. Maneuvering you closer to the broken table.

Staring at him you wait for his next move. You know that he wants Loomis to think that you have been kidnapped. But being unconscious is the best way to do that. And you know that Michael knows you're horrible at fake sleeping. From the couple of times you tried it with him. Feeling the hesitation you know this is no time to procrastinate. Loomis is outside. It's now or never.

Grabbing his hand you pull it up. Gently setting it on your neck, giving him complete control. Giving him your complete trust. 

"It's okay."

Without hesitation the hand tightens. Slowly cutting off your airway. Black spots are forming in your vision. Gasping you hold on to his coveralls as it gets harder to breathe. As your knees buckle, his arm wraps tightly around your waist. Supporting all of your weight as you lose consciousness. Tilting his head as he examines you. You are still so strange to him. He arranges you so that you're leaning against the broken table.

Creaking of the porch floor boards reminds him of his surroundings. The plan to end Loomis once and for all has begun.

"You search upstairs. I'll search down here." Loomis whispers gesturing up the stairs. Watching the officer slump up the stairs. "Remember if you find the girl alive. Grab her and run."

In the darkness he waits. It's obvious that the police man doesn't know who he is or believes Loomis. Silently following him, a snap of the neck and he easily disposed of the policeman. 

Loomis searches room to room slowly not wanting to miss any detail or unnatural surprises. Startled Loomis rushes in, seeing the body, harshly shaking the shoulders. "Y/N! Y/N! Wake up!" 

"Uh... what?" Coming to feels like waking up from a bad nap. “Dr. Loomis?”

“Thank God. Come on Y/N we have to get out of here.” 

He helps you up before pulling out a gun. Panicking, you don't know if Michael prepared for a gun.

“What's going to happen?” You hold onto the back of his trench coat. Preparing to improvise it if the situation calls for it. 

“We’re going to go to the front door then you are going to run down the street for help. Call the police and tell them that Dr. Loomis said to send back up.” Whispering, he starts to guide you back to the door. 

“O-Okay.” Not paying attention you bump into him. “Dr. Loomis?” Looking up you see Michael blocking the doorway. 

“Michael she has nothing to do with this. You will leave her alone.” In a serious tone Loomis tries to order Michael around while pushing you backwards. 

Taking that as your que; grabbing the broken board you're prepared to follow Michael's plan. Holding it ready like a bet, you contemplate your life in a brief state of panic. 

Are you really willing to be an accomplice in murder? Technically speaking you already are. Are you prepared to spend the rest of your life with Michael? However long it may be due to his blood lust. Do you actually love him or just obsessively infatuated with him because he hasn't abandoned you? You could always abandon him and help Loomis. Pretend that you know nothing about him and these past months never existed. Claiming you're just a foolish girl caught in the crossfire. But could you live with yourself with that knowledge? You are sure that he hasn't opened up to anyone else but you. Showing you the conflicting dual sides of his personality.

No.

You made your decision. You decided that cold morning on the sidewalk.

"No he's not!"  Screaming, you swing the board as hard as you can. Smashing it against Loomis's head. All you heard was Loomis yell something about him being evil and it triggered something inside you.

The man topples to the ground and the gun skids across the room. You run after the gun, almost tripping over the loose floor boards. Picking the gun up you hide behind Michael.

"What are you doing?!"

"You are an asshole!" Shouting back, it slips out. 

"You're helping him? He's a demon!" Loomis yells, face turning red. 

How dare he speak to you. Irritated with Loomis he needs to deal with him quickly so that he doesn't hurt you. But the voices want this to be a slow painful revenge. 

One handedly Michael picks Loomis up by the shirt and flings him at the wall. He ricochets off it and there's blood everywhere. Shivering the blood is starting to make you nauseated. It's too much at one time and too fresh.

Time to get you out of here. He knows you're getting uncomfortable now, he saw that grossed out shiver. This revenge is something he doesn't want you to see but Loomis needs to stay put.

Michael turns you around to face the wall. Patting your head before returning to Loomis. But you can still hear his screams of pain and the unnatural squelch. 

Jumping at the touch. Michael holds your hand, leading you out of the room. 

"Where are we going? What if he escapes?" Worried you know Loomis is not dead. You can hear sounds coming from him. You can't help but think of all the bad things that will happen if he escapes. Tugging on his sleeve you need to get Michael’s attention but he ignores all of your attempts.

Confused, you don't know why he's led you to the basement. Honestly you didn't know there was a basement. In the corner there's a rusty metal cabinet. The door creaks as he opens it, pulling you with him as he enters it.

"Michael, where are we going? I can't see anything." Whinnying everything has gone dark but you two are still moving. The cabinet was a fake and he’s led you somewhere new. A blinding light makes you scrunch your eyes. Refocusing Michael is holding a lantern waiting for you to adjust. It looks like a stone tunnel.

With a nod he continues down the tunnel. You wonder if this is an old service tunnel of some type. It's too big to be a sewer. Right?  In the silence all you can hear is the sound of your own footsteps. Slightly concerned Michael keeps a steady pace, not slowing or looking at you.

“Do you know where we are going? We’ve been walking for a while.” Concerned you don't know where you are. On que he stops at a ladder and releases your hand. 

“Here?” Staring back at him you wonder what's going on in head. But there's no indication of anything right now.

Sighing you get closer to the ladder. Realizing you still have the gun in your hand you should probably disarm it before climbing this rickety ladder. Gun pointed at the floor, you eject the magazine and stick it in your back pocket. Pulling the slide back and locking it. You quickly flip the gun upside down emptying the chamber as one bullet falls into your palm. Releasing the slide you stick the loose bullet in one pocket and tuck the gun in your waistband.

"Dad used to take me to the gun range." Explaining you watch the curious head tilt. 

“Well, be careful. I’ll see you later.” Fidgeting you smooth out a wrinkle on his chest. You're worried for so many reasons but this isn't about you. Smiling, you head up the ladder watching light fade behind you. The sooner you leave the sooner he will return. You struggle for a minute with the lid but once it gives up it's easy to slide off. Climbing out of the manhole and placing the lid back. You're standing in the alley behind your apartment building. 

"Son of a bitch. Kudos to him for finding a way to sneak around town." Chuckling, you head inside. Cause fuck it, you’re ordering pizza this day has you exhausted. 

You’re curiously intrigued on how Michael will act when he returns. He just got rid of his arch nemesis, the possibilities are endless.

It's almost one am when he returns. Crawling through the window with blood stains on his coveralls. There you are. Waiting for him on the couch with a smile. In his black shirt with a brand new bag of oreos. You didn't leave him, you stayed and waited. A deep guttural sound rumbles from his chest. He doesn't know which one he wants to demolish first. But you wearing his shirt makes the decision for him. Closing the window, the cookies will be there in the morning.

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Don't Belong Here

Part 1

Fandom: Bright

OC Fogteeth Orc x Reader

By: @pusantheamazonian​

You're dragged to one of the monthly Fogteeth party's against your will. For once it doesn't end up a bad night for you.

The music's too loud, there's too many people and now this. You’re staring up at the orc, and he’s standing in front of you mumbling something.

"Sorry but you're going to have to speak up. Bad hearing." Tapping your right ear, you scoot over on the couch. Allowing him to sit down.

"You don't belong here." Huffing he leans over before sitting.

Chuckling, you already knew that. A packed house party with strobe lights, mosh pit  and dubious activities is not your idea of a fun time. You'd rather be at home under a mound of blankets with all the food watching Gravity Falls.

Why not amuse him. It's not like you're going to come to another one of these ever again and he'll probably be with someone else by the end of the night.

"Flaming red asshole hair." Pointing at the bar. "My sister and her girlfriend. They are the ones who dragged me here."

"Yeah they've been here before." Nodding he takes a drink.

"Said I was a bad night shifter and needed to socialize. So this." Gesturing at yourself. You had purposely worn an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. Sat in the back corner away from everyone. So that people would avoid talking to you but not this guy. Apparently he didn't get the memo.

“Sitting in the corner is not socializing.” Teasing he gives you a lopsided grin.

“Eh, close enough.” Waving your hand you dismiss that accusation.

The more you look at him, he's kinda cute and not entirely threatening looking. You know orcs have quite a bit of range on them. From looking terrifying to absolutely adorable. He's chunky but it works for him, honestly it's doing it for you.

God this not what you are supposed to be doing. So what if he's your type. Stop oolging. The Fogteeth jersey he's wearing means he's bad news.

"Name's Ronnie."

"Y/N." You quickly scan the crowd to make sure you haven't lost your two hooligans. Cause those bitches would leave you for a dirty alley quickie. And you’ve lost them. "Is it always this loud?"

"The barbeque is a lot quieter."

"I would hope so." You don't know why but you find yourself smiling and laughing. The more you talk to him the less grumpy you are about being here. His humor is out there but he's very pleasant to talk to.

God. He doesn't know what's going on. You smell faintly of blackberries. He keeps getting a whiff every time you lean in to hear him. Most humans run away in disgust from him, especially women. But you're still here.

You don't know how long it's been, hours you imagine but you're ripped from peace very suddenly.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" Your sister is screaming at the top of her lungs.

"What Charlie?" Panicked, you immediately stand up.

"Come on! You're up next. You can't miss your turn!" She’s jumping excitedly.

"Turn for what?" Confused, you look at Ronnie hoping he might know. He shakes his head no. You haven't seen anyone playing games that would require turns.

"You'll see." Giving you a suspicious smile and pulling your arm.

As she starts to drag you away, you instantly grab a hold of Ronnie. Dragging him with you through the sea of people. You know her suspicious smiles never lead to anything good. It’s best to have another witness or at least someone on your side.

To his surprise he lets you drag him along. Your warm hand tightly interlocked with his. Whatever your sister has planned can't be that bad.

He was wrong.

"You got to be kidding me."  Horrified you let go of everybody and back away. Charlie has led you to a back room where it is fight club night.

"Nope!" Olivia is squealing, suddenly appearing on your left. Trying not to shake in excitement or else she'll spill the contents in her arms. "Three shots of Everclear and a can of Fat Orc."

"Are you serious? This the real reason you brought me?"  This is so uncalled for and obviously something that they have planned. They've been doing shit like this a lot lately.

"No we did want you to socialize but then we found this and everything else was thrown to the side." Olivia rambles on.

"I hate y'all so much." So offended you can't process what’s really happening.

"Awe come on you can do it." Charlie tries to pep talk you further into it.

"No I'm not! I'm not thunderdome-ing it so y'all can win some money. This-" In processing of telling them off you're interrupted by an asshole.

"Yes run on home girl. This is a man's room. Don't want you to hurt yourself." Sneering he leaves just as quickly as he appeared.

"That's your opponent." Olivia whispers.

"How much Charlie?" Glaring you watch him disappear back into the crowd. Fuck it. Eye twitching, inner alpha bitch activated.

"$100." She knows you're hooked now.

"Give it." Still staring off into the direction he went, you hold a waiting hand out. Grinning wickedly Charlie tosses the Fat Orc at you. Cracking it open, you chug the entire thing in one go. With the boiling rage inside of you, the can is crushed with one hand. Everything else can wait. This asshole needs to be taught a lesson.

The current fight ends and the orc ring leader is yelling out different things. The bookie next to him is frowning. Apparently he betted on the wrong guy.

"Give me your sweatshirt and finish the shots.” Olivia giggles.

"Hold your horses." Grumbling with a grimace you downed the last shot. Somehow your sweatshirt’s already off and Charlie's pushing into the ring. It's a stupid makeshift ring. Just a circle outlined in chalk.

"Place your bets!" The ringleader shouts.

"Oh you going to stay?" He smugly questions.

"To beat your sexist ass? I wouldn't miss it." Snapping back you're fueled with liquor and hatred. Dude looks like a unsanitary version of fuck boy. Which just further fuels the fire.

He can’t believe what he's seeing, you have transformed into a completely different person. The quiet girl who didn't even want to be here is now a feral animal.

A crowd is gathering. Often it's human men that enter the ring on these nights. Testing how long they can last against an orc or other humans. Rare is it that a woman enters, even rarer that they win. Causing this much uproar has reached the top of the command chain. Seeing Dorghu enter the room. Everything has escalated and Dorghu happens to stand next to him.

"With the house cut, she'll get over $900 if she wins." Craft informs.

“Who is she?” Dorghu demands, not many capture his interest.

“She came in with Ronnie.” Craft grins at him.

"Ronnie?" Dorghu turns in surprise.

"We were talking then her sister brought her back here.” Nodding at Charlie. “He made a sexist comment and she flipped. Did three shots, a can of Fat Orc and got in. She’s been drinking water all night."

“Interesting.” Dorghu turns back to the match to watch you counter a punch and punch him in the middle of the throat. With a kick to the stomach you knock him to the ground.

"The winner!" An orc yells to a sea of angry groans, briefly holding your arm up. Exhausted everything is spinning, ears are ringing and the liquor burps start.

"Give me my stuff." Slurring you almost lose your balance looking for Charlie and Olivia. Staggering a few steps you make it safely to them. You have forgotten everything about Ronnie and exactly where you are. It's too hot in this room and you need a nap. You are going to regret everything in the morning. Tugging your hoodie back on you doesn't bother zipping it.

The bookie appears as you're putting everything back into your pockets. Of course you have to be the one to collect the money.

"$936 all yours." Smiling he hands you the cash. You see his eyes dip for a second before leaving to collect money for the next round.

"Thanks." Great, he just got an eye full down your shirt. What a pervert. Spinning back to the hooligans, it is time for their punishment. "Ten for you and ten for you. Two four six eight for me."

"Come on-" Whining Charlie starts pouting.

"Zip it! It's whatcha get for signing me up without my permission." You whip around determined to give it back to the bookie.

You visibly pause when you make eye contact with Dorghu. You're not stupid you vaguely know what he looks like. Change of plans. Drunk you who is still pissed has decided on a new dumb plan. You march straight to Dorghu, maintaining eye contact. Everyone watching you is confused.

Out of sheer intoxicated boldness you grab his hand and put the winnings in it.

"Keep it. Fun party. It was nice talking to someone besides Ronnie's kinda cute. So do what you do."  

The room freezes. You can feel the tension but could care less about it. Clear as day you touched the leader like it was nothing then spoke perfect Bodzvokhan to him. Before toddling off complaining about getting fresh air and water.

~

Your sister said you were probably at the car cooling off. He checked the parking lot twice. No sign of you. That's until he gets a whiff of you.

After making it outside you disappeared down an alley by the car. Much quieter, no people and the breeze is nice. Sitting on the ground you can feel yourself nodding off.

"Ah!" Jumping from the sudden cold against your neck. It's Ronnie holding a water bottle. "Dang it Ronnie you scared the bejeezus out of me." You accept the water bottle.

At this position you can really see how tall and massive he is. Sort of reminds you of the Strongman Champion Brian Shaw. Your mind drifts, wondering how he would taste and feel in your hand. Your insides quiver from the thought. What the fuck? Trying your hardest you focus on the bottle.

"You shouldn't be trying to sleep in the alley then."

"Fair point. Thank you for the water." Struggling for a second you finally open the water.

"You speak Orc?" From this angle he can see straight down your shirt. He can see that you were hiding a great set under that hoodie.

"Learned it in high school trying to impress a boy. Some of my co-workers are orcs so it works out." Shrugging speaking Orc isn't a big deal, anyone can learn it.

"You didn't say you could fight."

"Honestly, it's like some drunken boxing Kung Fu shit but the more intoxicated I am. The more berserker I get when fighting." Taking a swig of water. "I don't usually drink or purposely get into fights."

"Damn baby." Taking the risk, you have been an enjoyable companion tonight. Why not see what the limit is.

"Don't call me baby." You aggressively glare at him to make a point.

"Whatever you say, Sprinkles." Putting his hands up in surrender, he needs to change the subject quickly.

"Sprinkles? That…that's different but okay." Weird name to choose but he seems to get the point.

"How's your hearing?" Lowering himself, he sits down beside you. He has no plans for tonight.

"Much better. I can clearly hear you and not have to be all up on you just to listen."

You see his ears twitch at that comment. Maybe he does like being close to you.

"Brave move you did. Handing the money directly to Dorghu."

"Yeah. But it's the only way I knew how. The money would make it back for the next party. Does that make sense?"

"I get your point."

"I don't need the money and it's payback for them setting the fight up in the first place." You give him a mischievous eyebrow wiggle.

"So you think I'm cute?" Blurting out the question was not the smoothest thing he had planned but it’s the easiest way.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Your face gets a little warmer and you stare at the opposite wall. Hard. You forgot he could speak orc.

"Don't worry I think you're cute too."

"What?" Surprised and suspicious. You can't help but to stare at him like he’s crazy as you feel your heart rate speed up. "Are you sure it's not because I just kicked someone's ass?"

"About 90% sure." Teasing he gives you a genuine smile.

"Y/N!" Charlie yells.

"Y/N! We're ready to go!" Olivia is screaming.

"Y/N! Where - oops sorry for interrupting." Charlie yells louder, now walking down the alley. Until she sees you two.

"You two could wake the neighborhood." Groaning, you're still annoyed with them. It's going to be a long car ride home.

"Rude! Not my fault you're deaf." Charlie scoffs.

"Wait by the car!" You fling a rock in their direction and they scamper away.

“Oh I'm going to end up snapping one day and killing them.” Groaning you heave yourself off the ground. Ronnie does the same while trying not to laugh.

"Sprinkles, you get more interesting by the second. How about I get your number so I can stay up-to-date?" In bold fashion he holds his phone out.

"Really?" Stunned, no one’s asked for your number before.

"Yes." Nodding in reassurance.

"I guess since you're so adamant." Pretending to be exasperated, you enter your number under the name Sprinkles. Turns out socializing for once wasn't that bad.

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[rudemaidenswrite]

The Bet

Steve Rogers dribble drabble

By: @pusantheamazonian

It was after breakfast. You're cleaning up the mess, the kitchen had become when Sam and Bucky corner you. Both looking very mischievous.

"We need your help." Sam smiles.

"With what?"

"We have a bet going." Bucky gestures between the two of them. "We need you to sing Steve's theme song to him."

"He has a theme song?" Confused, Steve's never mentioned having a theme song to you.

"Oh he has more than just a theme song." Sam pulls out his phone and plays the song for you.

This song is so cheesy and old school ridiculous. There is no way he's not going to die from embarrassment when you sing this or when Tony finds out.

"Okay I'm in. What are you guys betting?"

“I bet $20 that Steve blushes, face palms, whatever but that he does have an immediate reaction." Sam clarifies.

“I say he doesn’t. He'll disappear first before reacting.” Bucky scoffs.

“Jarvis where’s Steve?” Asking you head to the elevator.

“In the gym Miss Y/N.”

"Thank you Jarvis."

“You ready?” Bucky asks as the doors close.

"You bet."

Once in the gym the three of you quickly but casually search for him.

“Pssst…over here.” Sam whispers, attracting your attention. Nodding around the corner.

Of course that’s where Steve is. Always with his punching bag. You swear he would marry a punching bag if he could.

Peering around the corner, Steve is hanging up a new bag.

“What are you doing?” Steve asks, seeing the three of you trying to hide.

“Oh nothing.” Shrugging Sam nudges you in the ribs. “Hold on.” You sternly whisper.

Steve is even more suspicious. “What have you done?” He has clearly mastered the ability to read bullshit.

"Now Y/N." Bucky shoves you forwards.

"When Captain America throws his mighty shield, all those who chose to oppose his shield must yield, if he’s led to fight and a duel is due. Then the red and white and the blue’ll come through, when Captain America throws his mighty shield!" Singing you do a little jig to go with it.

The silence is deafening as Steve processes what just happened, what you just did. Curiously you three watch him intently. But ever so slowly Steve's stoney face turns a darker color. A creamy beige to a peachy pink.

"There! See! Blushing! You owe me Barnes." Excited, Sam points at Steve's face while elbowing Bucky.

Bucky turns grumbling about how Steve let him down and disappears. Sam quickly follows for payment. Leaving you alone with Steve.

"Y-You know that song?" Stammering Steve scratches his head obviously embarrassed.

"Not really. Sam played it for me before we came down here." Shrugging you walk closer. He looks cute when he's embarrassed. "Who would have thought that you have your very own theme song." Besides you have a feeling that this bet was just to get you down here to fluster Steve. Sam has already called you out before about oogling at Steve and not saying anything.

"It's a mess. They made it while I was traveling with the USO shows." He sighs sitting on a bench.

"It's cute. Definitely made for children but don't worry I won't tell anyone." Smiling, you give him a wink. "Well I'll let you get back to it and see you at lunch."

"What was your end of the bet?"

Steve's question stuns you for a minute. You weren't expecting him to question what your reward was.

"I did it for free. I only wanted to see your reaction." Biting your lip, you slowly back away before you start blushing.

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[rudemaidenswrite]

A Favor

A dribble drabble involving Thor and Loki. This one is a little off the rails, I was on TikTok this morning.

By: @pusantheamazonian

"THOR! WHERE THE FUCK IS THOR?" Screaming you burst into the main lounge with a bag strapped to your back. You are on a mission and your work for Tony can be damned. 

"Must you be screaming so early in the morning?" Tony sighs as he pours himself a drink.

"Where is he?"

"Your Thundah from Down Undah is currently visiting Loki." Tony rolls his eyes watching you quickly disappear.

Of course he is, that himbo of a boyfriend hardly ever leaves Loki alone. That’s why you and Loki get along so well. Talking about how dense Thor is and that you sneak him snacks. Well it's not really sneaking when Jarvis knows what you're doing. 

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you.” Opening the door Tony was correct. Thor’s talking Loki into a coma.

“Something wrong?” Concerned Thor meets you halfway.

“Please take him away. He's been talking about pop tarts again.” With an exaggerated sigh Loki walks closer to the glass. 

“No but hold still.” Sliding your bag around. You quickly open a circular container and rub its contents over your hands. Then smearing them on Thor's face.

“What are you doing? Are you hyper again?” He firmly holds you at bay by your wrists.

“Nothing you need to be concerned about. I gotta do it now or it will drive me crazy all day.” Pouting you flop your hands back and forth. 

He can never resist your pouting face. In a borderlining maniac squeal you continue rubbing his face. Adding more until his face looks perfect.

“Interesting choice.” Loki critiques, staring at Thor’s almost realistic skeleton makeup.

“Does it look like something?” 

“Something.” A chuckle comes from Loki.

"A favor Loki?" Still crazy eyed, your entire focus is shifted to Loki.

"Y/N!" Thor’s offended that you would ask a favor from Loki. He’s standing right here.

"Please we both know that Loki can still use his magic from inside his cell." You wave Thor off. 

"What kind of favor?" Shifting his weight, Loki tucks his hands behind his back.

"Can you give Thor black hair, jeans and a tight white t-shirt for a moment?" Mimicking Loki’s stance you’ve played this game before.

"It'll cost you."

"Batch of S'mores cookies."

"And that Nordic bread you make." 

"Deal."

"By tonight." Loki adds.

"Fine." Rolling your eyes you focus back on Thor. In a green light Thor changes to your request. Looking like a thicc bone daddy.

"Ya that's going in the spank bank." Pulling out your phone. You take some pictures, making sure to get the full essence of what you asked for.

"What are you doing?" Thor notices you typing.

"Sending it to my sister. I was scrolling TikTok and saw something. So I sent it to her and now that I painted you up. I'm sending the picture to her because she'll get it." 

“How will she get it?” Coming closer Thor is confused.

“Oh she’ll get it. Mister who uses weird pick up lines while dancing. Besides, what do you think I do during the day? My job?"  Sarcastically answering him you put your phone up. It’s time to leave before Tony comes to find you.

"Ahem." The clear attention grabbing cough has you jumping.

“Director Fury!” Panic smiling, you maintain eye contact. You can't let him know you came down here to get a thirst pic.

"What is going on here?" Fury briefly glances at Thor.

"Nothing." Shaking your head no, you side step around him. You are not explaining this. Once behind Fury you shoot Loki a wink before running out the door.

"Loki?" 

"Nothing at all." Loki smirks sitting down.

“Thor?” 

“I honestly don't know what just happened.” Thor shrugs and a green light changes his clothes back.

“Fucking children.” Fury groans.

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