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runnning-outof-time · 8 months

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For the celebration I choose three word prompt: Number 7: " I love you."

The reader has been working at the garrison for a while. Plus Tommy likes her without her knowing it. Other thing the reader ask Tommy to take her home one night because the streets are dangerous at night. Lastly, the reader lets him stay the night with her and he confesses his feelings for her. The reader happens to feel the same way.

Thanks for sending this in Selene - it ended up being a bit longer than a blurb, I guess, but I wanted to make sure it matched what you were looking for in the original request you sent…I appreciate you allowing me to merge it into this celebration. Enjoy! :)

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All Of A Sudden

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1343

Summary: (Y/N) and Tommy find themselves getting sucked into a bit of a whirlwind-typed romance after he offers to walk her home one evening.

Rain was coming down pretty hard as (Y/N) finished up her end of shift chores at the Garrison. She liked being at the tavern after hours. Who knew a place filled with so many reveling people throughout the day could turn into one so peaceful at night?

She placed the rag and bucket she was using to clean tables down in the stock room and came back into the main bar area. Glancing aorund the room, she nodded to herself, considering her work for the night finished. Just as she was grabbing her things, the doors to the bar opened. She gasped softly at the sound, whipping around to see who was entering the building. A sigh of relief followed as her eyes found one of her bosses. “Mr. Shelby…I was just leaving for the evening,” she said to him, reaching to grab her purse from the bar.

Tommy had just finished taking off his dripping peaked cap when he heard her speak. “Oh, you’re leaving?” His question held a tone of surprise.

“Yes,” she nodded, “all of the nightly jobs are finished.”

“That’s good.”

Silence fell between them as they stood several feet away from each other. (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel the heat creeping up the back of her neck as his eyes stayed on her. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel something towards him. There was just something about him that drew her in. No matter what she did, she couldn’t shake it, and it seemed to grow the longer she worked at the Garrison.

“It’s late and raining pretty bad out there,” Tommy’s voice brought her out of her thoughts and back into the conversation, “how about I walk you home?”

If her heart wasn’t racing before, it surely was now. “Oh, Tommy, you don’t need to…”

“No, but I want to,” he cut her statement off before she could finish it.

It took a moment for (Y/N) to respond, both because she was surprised by the kind gesture and also because her mind was running at about a mile a minute. Tommy stood waiting, expectantly watching for her answer. “Ok,” she said when she trusted her voice enough to speak again.

The answer was simple, but it was all Tommy needed to nod and place the peaked cap back atop his head, not caring if it was soaked. “Come on,” he said, waving her over. She listened, falling in by his side so that he could lead her out of the Garrison.

“My home’s not far from here,” she told him as they quickly began walking in the direction of where she lived, their pace hastened due to the rain that was still pouring down.

Soon enough they were inside her flat, and (Y/N) was hanging her soaked coat on the rack by the door before reaching out for Tommy’s. He looked surprised by her gesture, and she couldn’t help but smile sheepishly. “Wouldn’t want you here in a wet coat,” she gave her reasoning behind the offer.

Tommy pursed his lips before nodding, working on taking off his overcoat then. “Thank you,” he said as she took it and hung it on one of the hooks.

(Y/N) turned back to smile at him, ringing her hands together as she carefully thought over what she would say next. After a few moments, she went for it: “you should stay here tonight.” A look of intrigue flashed across Tommy’s face at her suggestion, and just as he opened his mouth to respond, (Y/N) threw a few more words in: “it’s pouring out…I don’t want you walking back in it.”

“Oh,” Tommy responded, nodding. (Y/N) wanted to facepalm, desperate to know if her added statement changed what his answer would be.

“I understand if not, but I just wanted to offer so that if…” she trailed off, failing to find the words she wanted. The more she thought, the less she came up with, so she ended off with a sigh, dropping her embarrassed gaze to the floor.

“I’ll stay.” Tommy’s response surprised her, making her eye lift up in a flash.

“Really? I mean…um, ok,” she switched up her tone, clearing her throat so that she didn’t sound so surprised by his answer. “Let me, um…I’ll go get some blankets I guess,” she then turned to walk to her bedroom.

“(Y/N)…wait,” Tommy called for her, making her stop in her tracks and turn back to him. He looked her over before continuing, “I appreciate you doing this,” he spoke with sincerity.

“Oh, it’s no big deal,” she answered him with a smile.

“I appreicate all of the work you’ve done around the Garrison, too. I appreciate you for helping me with everything,” he continued dispite her brushing him off.

She’d been a big help to him over the last several months, assisting with many different things in regards to the company, as well as being there for him if he needed someone to talk to. He told her things he hadn’t even told his family.

“It’s, um, it’s part of my…I’m happy I’m able to help you, Tommy,” she stumbled over her response, now taking note of how close he was standing. She felt her mouth go dry as his eyes danced over her face, looking as though he was committing every bit of it to memory.

Time seemed to slow down as he reached out and took hold of her cheek with his one hand, caressing it gently as he moved even closer to her. She wasn’t even sure what was happening was still real as he spoke again. “I…it’s been a while since I’ve felt for someone the way I feel for you, (Y/N),” he told her, his confession making her heart rate sky rocket. Is this really happening?, she had to ask herself.

“Tommy, I…”

“And I’ve felt it from just about the moment I laid eyes on you,” he continued. It was taking everything (Y/N) had not to let the wide smile break out across her face as she listened to what he had to say.

Is this really happening?!

“I’m sorry if I’m overstepping,” he said then, retreating slightly from his forward stance, his thumb brushing across her cheek.

“No, you’re not…you’re not overstepping at all,” she told him, responding a bit too quickly, but he didn’t seem to care. “I, um…” she trailed off, swallowing her fears (because he’d pretty much just confessed his feelings to her) before building up the courage to continue, “I feel the same way about you. I have for a while also,” she admitted, wanting to squeeze her eyes shut so that she didn’t see his reaction.

But instead she kept them wide open, and she watched as the smallest smile creeped onto Tommy Shelby’s lips. “I’m happy to hear that,” he said to her, his thumb still rubbing soft circles against her skin.

She got lost in it, and his eyes, for a few moments, soaking in the fact that the man she’d been pining for these last few months was now standing inches away from her and had just admitted his feelings for her. How exactly did this happen?

“So it’s not too early to say this then…?” she trailed off, biting on her lip as she wondered if she should go forward with what she was about to say.

“Say what?” Tommy quirked an eyebrow.

“I love you,” she blurted, quickly gasping as she brought a hand up to cover her mouth, surprised by the fact that she’d just said those three words so freely.

Before she could die of embarrasment, Tommy gently brought her hand down from her mouth before he brought his other up to her cheek. A smile flashed across his lips before he leaned in and pressed them to hers. The kiss said everything he didn’t, and it was one that made (Y/N)’s embarrassment disappear in a flash.

— I promise they all won’t be this long!! And it might have been a bit early for her to say those three words, but hell…YOLO, right??

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e-dubbc11 · 7 months

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for the song lyric prompt, I'm presenting you the super classic 'with or without you' with the most incredible obsessive love presence and our fave obsessive man: billy

My dear Selene,

I love this song, it’s one of my favorites! Thank you for sending this one in. My head has been wrapped around writing for Rumlow the past couple of weeks and I’ve missed writing for Billy so I hope you like what I did here

Thank you again!

With or Without You

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: little bit of angst, fluff

Word Count: 1.3k-ish

Summary: You see a picture of Billy that you’re not very happy with

A/N: This is one of my favorite songs even though I don’t like U2 all that much.

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

He was so stubborn but you were too.

Billy Russo made you absolutely crazy. No other man frustrated you like he did but you’ve never loved anyone as much as you loved him either which is why seeing that picture of him online kissing another woman shattered your heart.

The ache you felt in your chest was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It was betrayal on another level as tears pricked your eyes scrolling through social media and stopping on a grainy picture of Billy’s lips locked on someone else’s other than yours.

It was from the event that you weren’t able to attend with him because you didn’t feel well.

He told you, “Of course it’s alright, sweet girl. Just get some rest, I love you.”

“I love you.”

Those words were hard for him to say at first, he had never said them and meant it until he fell for you. That’s what he told you, so how could he do this to you? Just like it was difficult to give his heart to someone, it was hard for you to give your heart away too.

All of the others had no problem taking and taking from you but in the end you were alone with a feeling of emptiness from the pieces of you they selfishly took with them when they left.

Against your better judgement, his too, you both opened up your souls to each other, leaving your hearts vulnerable to everything you worked so hard to protect.

Sometimes it was so hard to live with him, even though you didn’t physically live WITH him. The long hours, the constant worrying about him, hoping he was alright taking on so many jobs, and the exhaustion plastered all over his face…you’ve never known anyone that worked as hard as he did.

You didn’t want to live without him though. Billy made you crazy, fights with him made you want to rip your hair out, his jealousy sometimes got out of control but yours did too, hence the rage you felt burning inside your body right now.

You wanted to find that woman and tear her limb from limb, break all of her fingers that were holding Billy’s head in place while she kissed him, and make sure she never messes with another woman’s boyfriend again.

Several texts from Billy came through as you continued to stare at the photo, tears stinging your eyes like stars burning against the night sky.

“Please talk to me, sweet girl.”

“I really need to talk to you.”

“I love you, baby…please answer me.”

Newspapers and websites marketed Billy as an “eligible” bachelor, even though he was in a relationship with you. They built him up to be a local celebrity. From humble beginnings to a handsome successful CEO, Billy Russo was the object of every woman’s affection and you knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating him but you thought you could handle it.

And you could, until now. You didn’t want to break up with him but you couldn’t look at him or talk to him right now, it hurt too much.

Seeing that photo broke you and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave the house that day. The caption for the photo made you breathless with anger and caused your mouth to tighten.

“Where’s your girlfriend tonight, Billy Russo?”

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Dark gray clouds blanketed the early afternoon sky while the autumn winds blew around the sparse branches of the trees down below. You could feel the draft coming into your apartment from the weakened seals in the windows that your landlord said he was going to replace months ago. Thankfully your favorite sweater was keeping you warm as you sat down on the couch to enjoy a cup of hot tea.

Loud raps against your door startled you before you could take your first sip, almost spilling the tea into your lap.

“Baby, open the door please! I know you’re home, you haven’t left the house all day.” He said loudly so you could hear him from the other side of the door.

How does he know that? Was he spying on you?

“I don’t wanna talk to you right now, Billy!” You shouted.

Suddenly, the front door flew open and crashed against the wall. Billy had told you before that your front door should be replaced because of how old it is.

Well, he wasn’t wrong and now it definitely needs to be replaced but you were furious because of how far he took it. Just like the door, he was unhinged. But again, that’s Billy. Always quick to fly off the handle.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!!” You yelled. “ARE YOU INSANE?!!”

You stood up and set your tea on the coffee table as Billy walked over to you.

“I’m not leaving until I explain myself, y/n! I know you’re angry, I know you saw the photo but that woman kissed ME, alright?!! Yeah, I had more to drink that I usually do at these things but I was upset that you weren’t with me last night!” He confessed.

You stood there looking at him with a confused look on your face. You had been to a lot of these fundraiser events with Billy, why was he so upset about you not being at this one?

“I wasn’t feeling well, Billy. I said I was sorry and you said it was ok! Go in my room, the dress I wanted to wear is still hanging on the edge of the door, I didn’t do this on purpose!” You exclaimed.

His expression softened and he was visibly upset, but he wasn’t angry.

Billy lowered his voice. “I know you didn’t, I just…had something planned, that’s all. And I pushed her away as soon as her lips touched mine, ask Frankie.”

You could tell Billy felt terrible for what happened and you…believed him.

“She had been following me around all night. I’m so sorry, sweet girl, I’m sorry.” He said softly.

“What did you have planned, Billy?” You said, remembering what he mentioned a minute ago.

He ran his long fingers through is ebony colored hair and brushed his beard as he paced back and forth, looking very nervous about what he was going to say next.

“I was gonna ask you if…if you would move in with me.” He said.

You felt your stomach drop and start to flutter. Your eyes welled up with tears, happy tears this time.

“Billy…I—I” You started to say.

He interrupted you. “I know we’re together most of the time but on nights that we’re not, I don’t like going to bed alone or waking up alone. I don’t like being without you. I love you.”

Billy inched closer to you, close enough to inhale the scent of his cologne and you felt his warm breath on your lashes.

You snaked your arms around his neck and gazed into his deep brown eyes. “I love you too, handsome. You make me absolutely nuts but I’d rather be with you than without you, so my answer is yes.”

Gently scraping your nails against his scalp, you pulled him closer so you could kiss him which he gladly returned. He loved being touched by you, and only you.

“I told you that you needed a new door, that thing was easy to kick in.” He chuckled.

You playfully slapped his shoulder. “You lunatic, I’m gonna get in so much trouble for that! I know I’m gonna be leaving anyway but you owe me a new door, Mr. Russo.”

He kissed you on the forehead. “I’ll get you a new door, baby…I’ll get you whatever you want.”

Through the storm, we reach the shore

You give it all but I want more

And I'm waiting for you

With or without you

With or without you, ah, ah

I can't live

With or without you

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imhereforscm · 2 months

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"Beautiful hair"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Zyglavis × reader

Warnings: none

For the fluffbruary event (@fluffbruary )

A/N: ZYGLAVIS WITH HIS HAIR DOOOWWWWNNNN😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

Prompts: suave | cologne | gradual (Day 18/2024)

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Your hand rose, your knuckles coming in contact with the wood of Zyglavis' bedroom door. "Zyglavis?" You called out. "It's me."

"Come in." He responded, his deep voice emanating from within the room.

You gripped and turned the doorknob, gradually opening the door. You stepped in quietly, your eyes finding Zyglavis' strong back immediately.

The moonlight framed his tall figure with a silver outline, blending with the inky color of his suit and crawling across the floor, halting just before your feet.

"I arrived a little early."

"That's alright, you may sit on the bed and wait for me." He said and you could depict the smile in his voice by its tone, that slipped into your core like music, suave and made of silk.

You did as per suggestion and took a comfortable seat upon the bed, eyeing him as he abandoned Selene's pure and divine breath behind and moved to his desk.

A bottle was sitting there, small and delicate and Zyglavis brought it to his neck, spraying twice two little portions.

"Is that the cologne I gifted you?" You noticed, your lips curling into a smile.

"Of course, my goddess." He answered, setting the vial back down. Zyglavis sat on his chair and slid open one of the drawers, taking out his most treasured comb, which shone with a golden glint in his fingers.

You watched as he untied the ribbon from his hair and let them spread and sway around his broad shoulders. "Can I do it for you?" You spoke up, rising from your seat on the bed, when you witnessed him about to bring the comb to his hair.

"Sure. If you so desire."

You walked up to him and he handed you the golden hairbrush, your breath hitching a little as your boyfriend's silky hair slipped and coiled around your fingers. "Your hair..." You breathed, the words lost in your haze of endearment, leaving you trail off.

"I'm certain your hair are far more beautiful than mine though." He said, the smile in his voice evident once more.

"That... Couldn't possibly be true." You replied, in awe at the softness and beauty of his purplish blue locks, as you combed them gently.

"Oh, but it could." He declined the factuality of your words. "I've never felt attraction towards my own self because of my own hair before, but with you..." He sighed, with a calm smile which you couldn't see across his velvet lips. "Your hair are captivating to me."

At his words, you felt a tickle in your stomach and your face felt warmer. "May I ask something of you?"

"Anything my goddess wants."

You smiled, leaning in beside his ear and his lovely scent enchanted your senses. "For our date tonight... Will you let your hair down?"

He turned his head to the side, his deep and dark eyes diving within yours. "As you wish."

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tom-whore-dleston · 1 year

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good days: I think you should write for sam wilson and I'm giving you this prompt: "don't play dumb, you know what i want." "spell it out for me, baby."

Bad Days and Good Head

Pairing: Sam Wilson x f. reader

Genre: smut (lemon)

Warnings: sub!Sam, dom!reader, mommy kink (she came back w/o an invitation), face sitting, tongue fucking, implied blowjob

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Sam is more than ready to make you feel better after a bad day at work.

Notes: Thank you queen Selene for the request! I love Sam and am so excited to share my first fic of him 🥹🫶 And thank you @mochie85 for beta reading 🥰 Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

What makes you feel empowered?

There is no right or wrong answer to this question. In fact, that answer can change at any point in your life. When you were a young child, you felt empowered when you won your school spelling bee. As a teenager, you felt empowered when you confronted your sworn enemy after being fed up with her bullying. Now that you are an adult, nothing is more empowering than having a beautiful man submit to your every desire, giving you orgasm after orgasm.

That man being Captain America himself, Mr. Sam Wilson.

You landed your dream job of working at the White House, which was where you met Sam. He was a frequent visitor, mainly so the President could have an excuse to take pictures with him and post them on social media. The two of you met in a meeting and the sexual tension between you was so strong that the President had to table the meeting out of awkwardness. It didn’t take long for you and Sam to sneak into the closest bathroom to fuck each other’s brains out. And so that was the beginning of your blossoming relationship.

Although you were grateful to be given the opportunity to work your dream job, today was one of those days where you wished you could be anywhere but the White House. You were slammed with paperwork and meetings that could have easily been an email. As you sunk into the couch with your feet kicked up on the coffee table, Sam was immediately by your side, massaging your aching feet.

“Bad day?” He asked sympathetically.

You sighed. “”Bad’ doesn’t even cut it.”

Sam puckered his lower lip and gazed up at you with sullen eyes. “Any way I can make it better?”

“Don’t play dumb, you know what I want.” You didn’t care how demanding and snappy you sounded. Your main priority was to forget about how awful work was while getting some mind blowing head. Lucky for you, Sam was turned on by your feistiness and he was ready to please you on your signal.

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded. Your star spangled man began to crawl on top of you when you stopped him.

“Actually, I think we should spice things up.” Sam stared at you like a deer in headlights. “Lie down on the couch.”

He switched positions with you, his back flat against the leather cushions as you hovered over him. As you unzipped your skirt and pulled your tights down, Sam grew curious as to what you had in store for him. However, he knew better than to question your motives. You trained him well enough to only ask the important questions such as “Is this okay?” or “Do you like when I do this?” You liked things simple. It turned you off when Sam, and even past partners, would try to have small talk during sex so you made it a point to keep conversation to a minimum.

Sam’s eyes landed on your bare pussy, which inched closer to his face as you climbed over him. At this point, he had a few ideas of what you wanted him to do to you.

“Ready to eat Mommy’s pussy, baby?”

It was as if a switch was flipped inside Sam. A switch that only you were allowed to turn on and off. His voice became whiny and his cock strained in his pants.

“Fuck, yes, Mommy! I just want to make you feel good.”

You let out a sinister chuckle. “Good boy.”

With that, you lowered your hips down until your pussy pressed snugly against his plush lips. A blissful sigh escaped your throat as he devoured your cunt.

What were you so worked up about again? Doesn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was your pleasure.

Sam’s tongue teased your slick hole, causing you to lightly rut your hips against his face. He gripped your thighs before plunging his tongue inside you and stretching your entrance.

“Oh, fuck!” You shouted, grasping the couch for leverage. “Leave your tongue out like that. I wanna fuck it.” Sam did as you asked and you bounced on top of his tongue, your uncontrolled moans filling the room.

The sight of you riding his tongue with your eyes rolling to the back of your head made his cock throb with need. The need to feel your hands and lips and pussy around his length, giving him the same attention he was giving you. But he knew that moment would come. Right now was about you.

“God, I love your tongue! Feels so good- shit!” At that moment, Sam started flicking your clit with his fingers while shoving his tongue in and out of you. Your nails dug into the upholstery as you felt your release approaching. The man beneath you smirked against your heat as your legs began to tremble.

“Keep going, baby. Make me come like that, please, please, please! I’m so close!” Your beau rubbed your clit faster while tracing figure eights in your pussy.

You couldn’t pinpoint the moment it happened. It could’ve been a move Sam did or it could have been the pressure building up like air in a balloon. Either way, your pleasure exploded into little sparkles of bliss. Your back arched into a perfect curve as you cried your lover’s name into the abyss. Sam lapped up the sticky mess between his face and your mound as the aftershocks coursed through your body. He kissed your bud, which was your cue to hop off his face and join him on the couch.

“Jesus, Sam, that was-“

“Yeah, I could tell.” Sam laughed, petting your head as you pressed your ear to his heartbeat. Your head bobbed along with his chest as he cleared his throat.

“So, can I, uhhh…”

You rolled onto your front side, resting your chin on top your folded arms and kicking your feet in the air. Part of you could already guess what Sam wanted to say, but something about the way he would get flustered after eating you out was cute and sexy at the same time.

“What is it? Spell it out for me, baby.”

Sam chuckled shyly. “Can you suck my cock? Please…Mommy?”

Your lips brushed his softly before you slid down his body to unbutton his pants.

“Thought you would never ask, baby.”

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frogyjones-writes · 8 months

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General info:

I'll only do requests that interest me this is something I do for fun in my free time so you might get an answer awhile after a submission :]

Most likely to get through headcanons/short prompts done first!

Characters I write for:

Don't be afraid to ask for a character from the same Fandom however! I'm just better with these guy's characterization :]

The Last of Us: Ellie Williams, Dina, Abby Anderson

Dead By Daylight: The Trapper (Evan MacMillan), The Nurse (Sally Smithson), Ghost Face (Danny Johnson), The Huntress (Anna), The Pig (Amanda Young), The Plauge (Adiris), The Onryō (Sadako Yamamura)

Silent Hill: Lisa Garland, Maria, Mary Shepard-Sunderland, James Sunderland, Angela Orosco, Harry Mason

Misc: Sadako Yamamura (ringu), Selene (underworld), Carol Aird (Carol),

Resident Evil: Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Jill Valentine, Claire redfield (games/movies), Alice Abernathy (movies), Rebecca Chambers, Helena Harper

The Quarry: Emma Mountebank, Abigail Blyg, Kaitlyn Ka, Laura Kearney, Max Brinley, Nick Furcillio, Jacob Custos, Dylan Leviny, Ryan Erzahler

Until Dawn: Sam Giddings, Ashley Brown, Emily Davis, Jessica Riley

Life is Strange: Maxine "Max" Caufield, Chloe Price, Rachel Amber, Kate Marsh, Victoria Chase, Dana Ward

Tomb Raider: Lara Croft (better with the survivor series), Sam

Saw: Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner Stanheight, Lynn Denlon

(More to be added later!)

Do's:

Character x Reader, Character x Character, Some OC X Characters, Polyships, LGBTQ+

Heavy angst/sensitive topics

AUs and alternative settings

Accept headcanon requests for multiple characters

Dont's:

NSFW (suggestive stuff is fine but I'm not writing smut)

Incestual/pedophilic ships (yes this includes adoptive family or parental/sibling figures don't test me)

Any dead dove sort of shit

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selene-and-the-cold · 8 months

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Hi and welcome to my snz-kink tumblr. I'm Selene, in my 30s and love sneezing. Figured I might also include a pinned post.

My preferences are:

Colds and everything that goes with them (fever, caretaking, sore throats etc.)

Mess (from light spray to heavy mess/ snot)

Contagion

Caretaking

Fluffy scenarios

OCs with the kink

I also love to RP (preferably M/M with OCs, but I can also write M/F) with the topics above and am always open to discuss RP ideas! If you're interested, just hit me up!

Important: The fetish is something I enjoy in fiction and with fictional characters! I am not interested in talking about my own sneezes!

Also: this is a fetish/ kink blog, so minors, please dni! If you don't have your age or age range on your blog and follow me, I unfortunately will have to block you.

If you have any more questions, just ask! Thanks for coming to my tumblr :)

Alsoooo.... since I somehow discovered my writing muse again, I made a list with links to my writing. Not that much at the moment, but I know that if I am not doing this right from the start I'll end up with a mess of links :D

So links to my writing under the cut!

Writing includes O/ur F/lag M/eans D/eath and OCs

O/ur F/lag M/eans D/eath:

Angsty Drabble - Darkness - (sick!Ed, fever, coughing)

Sicktember Prompt 19: Curled Up With a Pet - (sick!Ed, cold)

Sicktember Alternative Prompt 2: Fuzzy Socks Stockings - (sick!Stede, cold)

Untitled little ficlet featuring a sick!Ed in a pillow fort

Original Work with OCs

Silas and Albert (Victorian era OCs)

Taking a Ride (Part 1) - (sick!Albert, M, cold)

Taking a Rest (Part 2) - (sick!Albert, M, cold)

Part 3 to be announced... ^^

Frolicking - answered ask for prompts "Sniffles" and "Warm drinks" - (sick!Silas, M, cold)

Robert and Nicholas

Answered ask - prompts "Road Trip" and "Sharing Is Not Caring" - Nicholas and Sebastian (sick!Sebastian, M, cold, ex-relationship)

Night-time Drabble - (sick!Robert, M, cold)

Drabble - (sick!Robert, M, cold)

#About me #Pinned post #my writing

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fluffyprettykitty · 8 months

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cockwarming with our delicious bruce banner for your lovely summer sleepover 😏

pairing: bruce banner x female reader

wc: 300 warnings: cockwarming, teasing, edging

a/n: thank you so much for requesting baby, enjoy! :)

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"Brucey..." You whine and run your fingers through his beard as he starts to look at you exasperated. He hated repeating himself yet you had gotten stupidly horny to the point where it hurt.

Now, you know he had to put work first, his scientistic discoveries and all that helped the world and made aliens happy or whatever, you honestly didn't care anymore. Instead, you just whined more and hopped on his lap in disagreement.

"Shhhh..." You halt your movements and look at him in frustration. Bruce shushes you putting one finger on your lips. "No whining."

"It's been an hour."

"And it's gonna be much more if you don't behave." You pout and throw your head on his chest, rolling your hips forward in revenge. You slowly grind against him as he is trying to type on his keyboard.

"If you never let me finish my work, you'll never get to finish either." He warned you once again and you just whined and rubbed yourself on him.

"You really don't like making things easy for yourself, do you?"

"Mmmm." You mumbled shutting your eyes and resting your chin on his shoulder squeezing him closer.

"Right. Right." Bruce mumbled and continued on with his work, and you couldn't help but wonder that maybe his hard-on just helped him work faster and focus better, you honestly couldn't explain, instead you just impatiently sat and waited for your dinner.

#selenewrites #selene answers prompts #summer sleepover #bruce banner #bruce banner smut #bruce banner imagine #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner x you #bruce banner x female reader #the hulk

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celesteskiess · 8 months

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(1) whispers of enchantment and shadows

pairing: hongjoong x reader/oc

fandom: ateez

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: when a pirate's arrival shatters trust, Lyra discovers a wounded boy on the forbidden shore, prompting a journey that challenges her kindness against past fears

a/n: hii im rain^^ this is my first ever fic on ateez so pls be nice hihi. decided to go with an oc as i felt like that fit in the most with the story i was trying to tell. feel free to imagine yourself in her position. as of right now the only warnings for this fic is mild violence. hope u guys enjoy ♡

ch1 under the streets of heaven

As the moonlight bathed the gathering in it silvery glow, Lyra’s words lingered in the air like the softest of melodies, a reminder of the delicate balance between magic and reality, and the importance of protecting the realms of the mystical from the world of humans.

After the storytelling lesson, Lyra found herself sitting beside a glistening pond, its waters reflecting the moonlight like a thousand sparkling diamonds. Nearby, Selene, a water fairy with translucent wings, flitted gracefully among the water lilies.

“Selene,” Lyra called softly, her voice carrying the weight of the tale she had just shared. Selene turned her head, her eyes holding a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Do you ever wonder about the humans? About the world they live in?”.

Selene alighted on a lily pad, her features pensive. “Sometimes, I do,” she replied. “I’ve heard tales of their cities, their inventions, and their vast landscapes. It’s hard not to be curious about a world so different from ours.”

Lyra sighed, her wings fluttering in a restless manner. “But you’ve also heard the stories of how they’ve altered their landscapes without thought for the consequences. How their desire for power and wealth has led to destruction and suffering.”

Selene nodded solemnly. “Yes, I have. It’s true that their actions often bring harm to the very world they inhabit. But not all humans are like that, Lyra. Some have kind hearts and seek to protect the beauty of nature.”

Lyra’s gaze was fixed on the moon’s reflection in the water, her thoughts deep and contemplative. “I know that’s true, Selene. I know that there are humans who would appreciate the enchantment of our world. But can we really trust that their influence won’t lead to chaos?”

Selene fluttered her wings and floated over to Lyra, her presence reassuring. “It’s a delicate balance, I admit. Our world is fragile, and the humans’ actions can have far-reaching consequences. But what if, just what if, there was a way for us to share the beauty of our world with them? To show them the magic that exists here, in the hopes that they might become our allies in preserving it?”

Lyra looked at Selene, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. “That’s a beautiful thought, Selene. But it’s also a risky one. We’ve seen the damage that can come from human interference. How can we be sure that they won’t exploit our world for their own gain?”

Selene gently placed a dewdrop-covered hand on Lyra’s shoulder. “I don’t have all the answers, Lyra. But I believe in the power of friendship and understanding. If we could find a way to communicate with those humans who genuinely care about the environment, maybe we could work together to protect our world.”

Lyra considered Selene’s words, her heart torn between caution and the possibility of a better future. As the moon continued its slow journey across the sky, casting its silvery glow over the pond, the two friends sat together, their thoughts mingling like ripples on the water’s surface. In that moment, they were united by their love for their enchanted realm, their friendship, and the dream of a world where fairies and humans could coexist in harmony.

In the heart of the Enchanted Woods, a vibrant community of fairies thrived, each with their own unique powers and abilities. Beyond Lyra and Selene, there were fairies like Carina, whose fiery spirit could conjure flames that danced in hues of crimson and gold. Shayla, the weather fairy, possessed the power to summon storms and gentle rains alike, nurturing the land with her ever-changing moods.

These fairies, united by a shared bond with nature, lived together in harmony within the confines of the Luminous Glade. This magical realm was alive with the whispers of ancient trees, the songs of hidden brooks, and the shimmering dance of fireflies. In this ethereal world, diversity was cherished, and the fairies’ powers complemented each other in ways that brought balance to the delicate ecosystems they protected.

At the heart of the Luminous Glade was the Fairy Court, a gathering of wise and respected fairies who helped govern the community and make important decisions. The Court was led by King Thalor, a regal figure whose aura radiated both wisdom and strength. Alongside him was his daughter, Princess Elvenia, a beacon of light whose gentle yet powerful presence reminded all fairies of their responsibility to protect and nurture their world.

The fairies’ decision-making process was unique, guided by a deep respect for nature and the interconnectedness of all living things. In the middle of the Glade stood the Tree of Voices, an ancient oak whose branches shimmered with ethereal light. When important decisions were to be made, fairies would gather around the tree, allowing its magical energy to guide their discussions. The tree would resonate with the emotions and thoughts of each fairy, creating a harmonious exchange of ideas.

One day, as whispers of change began to stir in the Glade, the fairies gathered beneath the Tree of Voices. King Thalor’s voice carried through the air as he addressed the assembly. “Dear fairies, our world is a sanctuary of magic and wonder, a realm woven from the threads of nature’s beauty. As our powers intertwine and our strengths combine, we must decide whether to extend a hand of friendship to those humans who seek to understand and protect our world.”

Lyra, Selene, Carina, and Shayla exchanged glances, each representing a different perspective on this delicate matter. As they spoke, their powers resonated with the Tree of Voices, weaving a tapestry of thoughts that reflected their shared concerns and aspirations.

“We must remain cautious,” Lyra cautioned, her voice soft yet resolute. “The world of humans has brought both wonder and destruction. We should ensure that any interaction we have with them is carefully considered, with the utmost respect for the balance of our realm.”

Selene nodded in agreement. “I believe in the potential for harmony between our worlds. But we must approach this with open hearts and the wisdom to discern those who truly care from those who seek to exploit.”

Carina’s fiery spirit ignited as she spoke passionately. “Our powers are gifts that can inspire and protect. If we can teach humans to harness their abilities for good, we may pave a path to coexistence.”

Shayla’s voice echoed like a distant storm. “Nature’s rhythms are sacred. Let us remember that even as we share our world’s magic, we must always honour it’s delicate balance.”

As the fairies’ thoughts intertwined, their decision grew clearer. King Thalor nodded, his eyes filled with pride for the diverse voices that had come together in harmony. “Then let our actions be guided by both caution and hope. Let us seek those humans who hold reverence for the natural world and are willing to lear from our ancient wisdom.”

And so, the fairies of the Luminous Glade embarked on a journey to find allies among humans, guided by the lessons of their past and the dreams of a future where the realms of magic and reality could coexist in harmony. With each step, they carried the legacy of their world, the powers of their beings, and the enduring belief that through unity and understanding, even the most delicate of dreams could become reality.

With the decision made to cautiously welcome humans into their realm, a sense of anticipation filled the air in the Luminous Glade. Fairies buzzed with a mix of hope and trepidation, while Lyra couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement for the unknown that lay ahead.

The sun's rays filtered through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor as Lyra and her friends prepared to receive the human visitors. The air was charged with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity, and Lyra could see the reflection of her own feelings mirrored in the eyes of her fellow fairies.

But as the hours stretched on, the anticipation turned to unease. The humans hadn't arrived as expected, and the sun began its descent towards the horizon. Just as uncertainty began to take hold, a rustling sound reached Lyra's ears, causing her to turn her attention towards the edge of the glade.

Emerging from the shadows of the trees, a small band of pirates appeared, their clothing tattered and their eyes gleaming with greed. Lyra's heart sank as the truth became clear—the humans they'd hoped to meet were not the allies they had envisioned. These pirates had heard of the fairies' magic and sought to claim it for their own.

The leader of the pirates, a rugged figure with a twisted grin, stepped forward. "So, these are the little magical creatures we've heard so much about, eh? Seems like we've stumbled upon quite the treasure."

Lyra exchanged a quick glance with her friends, her eyes locking with Selene's. The tension in the air was palpable, and Lyra knew that they had to protect their realm from those who sought to exploit it.

The pirates' intentions were crystal clear as they advanced, their eyes gleaming with malice. Without a word, Carina stepped forward, her fiery power ignited. Flames danced along her fingertips as she summoned her magic, her gaze unyielding.

"You're not welcome here," Carina's voice was steady, a fierce determination burning in her eyes.

But the pirates were undeterred, and the clash that followed was fierce and swift. Selene's watery tendrils lashed out, attempting to bind the pirates and quell their advances, while Shayla summoned winds that howled and raged. The forest itself seemed to rise in defence of its fairy guardians, as vines snaked out from the undergrowth to ensnare the pirates' feet.

Amidst the chaos, Lyra's heart raced, her own power coursing through her veins as she leaped into the fray. Yet, despite their efforts, the pirates proved to be formidable foes, their weapons and cunning giving them an edge.

In a desperate bid to protect her friends, Carina unleashed a torrent of flames, sending a wall of fire crashing towards the pirates. The searing heat and blinding light halted the pirates' advance, and they screamed in pain as they stumbled back.

But victory was not to be theirs that day. The pirates managed to retreat into the depths of the forest, nursing their wounds and nursing their wrath. The fairies watched them disappear into the shadows, their eyes filled with a mixture of relief and resolve.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Luminous Glade, Lyra and her friends gathered to tend to their own wounds. Their realm had been tested, their trust shattered, and yet, their unity remained unbroken. The encounter had shown them the importance of their caution, the value of their bonds, and the need to protect their world from those who would seek to harm it.

And as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Lyra gazed up with a sense of renewed determination, her heart filled with hope that even in the face of adversity, the magic of their realm would endure.

Years flowed like the gentle stream that wound its way through the Enchanted Woods, carrying with them a sense of wary watchfulness. The fairies of the Luminous Glade had grown more cautious, their once hopeful hearts now tempered by a deep-rooted fear of humans. Whispers of danger, fueled by the memory of the pirate encounter, had woven their way into the very fabric of their existence.

Yet life continued in the depths of the forest, and on this particular day, a sense of tranquility hung in the air. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a mosaic of shadows on the forest floor. As Lyra walked along the familiar paths, she passed by friends who greeted her with nods and smiles, their wings shimmering in the dappled light.

Selene was tending to a crystal-clear brook, the water tinkling softly as it flowed over polished stones. "Lyra," she greeted, her voice a gentle melody, "have you felt the breeze today? It carries a sense of calm."

Lyra nodded in agreement, a wistful smile tugging at her lips. "Indeed, Selene. The breeze whispers secrets of the world beyond, reminding us of its beauty."

Further along, she encountered Carina, her fiery aura a stark contrast to the cool shade of the trees. "Lyra," she called, her voice tinged with both warmth and determination, "remember to be cautious in these times. Our magic is precious, and we must protect it.”

"I know, Carina," Lyra replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "But I also remember a time when we thought humans could be allies. It's a difficult balance.”

As the day wore on, Lyra found myself drawn to a massive oak tree towards the outskirts of the glade. Its gnarled branches reached skyward, as if yearning to touch the heavens. Lyra settled beneath its sheltering branches, feeling the cool grass beneath her and the gentle pulse of the earth.

Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply, allowing the magic of the Enchanted Woods to flow through her. The soft rustling of leaves above her seemed like a chorus of whispers, each one carrying a message of the world's hidden wonders. The breeze wrapped around her, carrying the scent of blossoms and the promise of adventure.

In that moment, Lyra felt a surge of power coursing through her veins. It was a connection to the ancient magic that bound us all, the very essence of the Enchanted Woods that flowed through every living thing. Her wings trembled with anticipation, and as she stretched them out, they glowed with a soft light that mirrored the energy that flowed within her.

Amidst the whispers of leaves and the rustling of creatures, Lyra realised that while fear had seeped into the hearts of her fellow fairies, the magic of our realm remained steadfast. The Enchanted Woods were a realm of wonder, of delicate balance, and of unity with nature. As long as the fairies remained true to these principles, the magic would endure, waiting to be discovered by those who truly understood its significance.

And so, Lyra sat beneath the ancient oak, her heart a mixture of caution and hope, knowing that even in the face of fear, the enchantment of their world persisted, waiting to be shared with those who could see its beauty beyond the shadows of doubt.

#ateez #hongjoong #ateez x reader #hongjoong x reader #pirate #ateez fanfic #fanfic #whispers of enchantment and shadows

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aquadestinyswriting · 8 months

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hey this is chance and here’s week 4’s prompt. how do strangers within the world view your protagonists? how would they describe them? and how does this contrast against how the protagonist views themself?

Ok I have multiple protagonists for my writing, but only 2 of them are the main protagonists, so let's go and answer this for both of them shall we? Putting the answers under a cut to save everyone's dashes because this is going to get loooooong.

Selene

As one of the famed Heroes of Toreguarde, most people have built up a mental image of Selene that doesn't quite match reality. To the common people she's not a person they would ever actually meet. However if they do happen to chance upon the woman while she's out and about, most of the common folk generally treat her with far more reverence and respect than she believes she deserves.

The politicians and nobles though? While they do respect Selene, it is only purely because none of them fancy taking a direct Fireball to the face. They respect her power, not her as a person. This is because, as a former adventurer, Selene's beliefs directly oppose those of the lords, ladies and merchants that are involved in the running of the city-state that Toreguarde has become. Due to the fact that Selene is a former adventurer, who made a lot of enemies in her time, most of the nobility see Selene as a liability and a potential menace. Selene acknowledges this wholeheartedly, then points out the only reason she's a potential danger to the city is because those same politicians won't let her deal with those enemies herself.

As for how Selene sees herself; she doesn't see herself as some great and mythical hero. She see herself as an ordinary wizard. One who's seen far too much to really adequately cope and now just wants to be left in peace and to deal with mundane responsibilities rather than worrying about a whole continent's worth of people for once.

Meredith

Meredith is a bit harder to pin down for this question, mostly because of her absurdly young age, even by the end of the campaign she was a character in. She started out aged 65 (the equivalent of about 20) and ended her adventure at the age of 67/68 (so the equivalent of about 21-22). There is also the fact that pretty much everyone in Fangthane knows her to one degree or other, so no one in that city is really a stranger.

Strangers elsewhere though? Well the common people of Toreguarde have certainly heard about the things she's done to save the city and the world, but as she's a dwarf, most don't realise how young she really is. The image they have of her is likely highly stereotyped, which Meredith appreciates on the one hand (because she's less likely to be pestered every minute on the street when she visits Toreguarde), and loathes on the other (because the image is a stereotype which is a bit insulting). Meredith does, to some extent, understand this and does her best to gently disabuse those who talk to her of the ridiculous rumours regarding her exploits that have sprung up because the bards love to exaggerate things to a ridiculous level. This doesn't really work, and she has since given up on correcting people about the most pervasive ones.

As for the nobility? Most definitely have a great deal of respect for Meredith. After all, she did permanently close the portal to the Pit that used to sit under the wizard's tower. However, there is still some lingering animosity towards her because she's a dwarf from Fangthane and an adventurer who made far too many enemies to count as a result, so that respect is heavily tempered. Most of the nobility- who are pretty much still universally human in Toreguarde - also treat Meredith as though she's far older than she is, which irks her greatly as she's constantly peppered with questions about events from far before her life began and is expected to be able to answer as though she were there.

How does Meredith see herself? Well, much like Selene, Merri doesn't see herself as a great, illustrious hero. She knows full well that most of the decisions she and her friends made were completely off the cuff, stupid, dangerous, totally unplanned, and had consequences that they're all still dealing with to this day. At this point, Merri's just grateful that she gets to return to a life of relative peace.

#writeblr asks #long post #titan fighting fantasy #selene frigidwake #meredith gruksdottir #answered ask

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world-of-fire-and-flight · 2 years

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Love Letters: Finale?

A/N: I’ve loved writing this series and am already planning a spinoff or something because there’re still some things I’d like to explore with these characters. Idk when this is happening, because I have a few prompts lined up, but it’s happening 😊 Also just a head’s up that this is about 3.8k words. Happy reading! Huge thank you to @selene-stories for the amazing prompt that kicked this series off and all of your amazing commentary throughout the series💜

Warnings: Implied torture/past torture, blood reference/blood mention, confusion, healing, injuries, past restraints/reference to having been restrained, implied medical scenario, scars, deserved mental breakdown, angst, some fluff

(This is not a prompt)

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Hero inhaled deeply. Their lungs nearly burst from the full breath. Lashes fluttering under their eyes, Hero was almost reluctant to open them, but knew the action was inevitable. They didn’t want to deny themselves the illusion of warmth and comfort of the bed that surely didn’t exist beneath them in place of the cold, damp basement floor and the rough ropes binding their wrists and ankles. Instead, they slipped further into that dream and burrowed deeper into the soft darkness of their subconscious. In the fraying moment between vague wakefulness and unconsciousness, Hero swore their cheek nestled into a cushy pillow that simply couldn’t exist. Somehow, it felt more like a reality to them than the absent chill of the basement that should’ve plagued them.

A sigh escaped Hero’s slightly parted lips. Slowly blinking their eyes open, Hero’s hands curled limply against—Hero’s brows furrowed. Mind swimming, they turned their head to the side and took in the dim room and the nightstand that met their gaze. Like a flood, their memories rushed to the forefront of their mind.

Other Supervillain had saved them. Other Supervil—Politician had saved them and had apparently killed Supervillain and Superhero…

“Dead, probably.”

What was Superhero’s fate? Were they confirmed alive or dead? Which did Other Supervillain prefer? Which did Hero prefer?

Uncertain and afraid of the answer poking around the edges of their mind, Hero curled up on their side and drew the blankets tighter around themselves, nearly burying themselves in the warm comfort of alleged safety. Other Super—Politician had promised not to hurt them, and waking up in a cloud of blankets and pillows surely indicated the truth in that declaration. Soothed for a time, Hero couldn’t fight the heavy closing of their eyes.

The next time Hero peeled their eyes open, golden sunlight peeked through the miniscule part in the heavy curtains of the bedroom Politician had left them in. They couldn’t note any changes in the room, if Politician or someone had checked in on them or if they’d been left to their unconscious state in blissful solitude this whole time. Some part of Hero argued that they could stay here forever, unbothered and unburdened, but the stronger part of Hero knew that they should get up and see just what their circumstances were.

Groaning, Hero forced themselves onto their elbows and fought to sit up against the headboard. Panting heavily, Hero laid a gentle hand on their abdomen. Their eyes widened. Bringing their frail hand to their face, Hero’s eyes narrowed and examined the dry skin of their wrist, and even their nails for any sign of the blood—their blood—that had spilled.

Not even a scratch remained on their skin. By all means, there was no sign of the rope burn or how the rope had peeled and shredded their skin until Hero had believed there was nothing left but bone to scrape at with every shift of their bonds.

Sagging against the headboard with a twist of their lips, Hero studied their limp hands. They wondered, briefly, what had been real and what they’d imagined. Their broken—or were they only bruised?—ribs were real, a fact echoed by the pull of pain in their torso whenever they moved.

Bringing their hands up, Hero went to scrub at their face, but where they thought they’d feel their own skin was only cloth.

Not just any cloth, though, Hero realized with a quick breath. The cloth was strong, nearly solid, the type of cloth used in supersuits. With trembling hands, Hero gently took the cloth from their face and turned the revealed mask over in their hands.

Why had Other Supervillain put their mask on them?

Admittedly, Hero appreciated that the master criminal had put them in something…less blood-soaked and grimy, but why had they given them their mask?

Hesitantly, Hero moved the blankets down the bed and exposed their lower half. The bruises and lacerations they expected to see were gone—if they’d even existed. The most evidence of their predicament lay in healed scars and reddened knees from being forced to kneel for so long. Aside from that, there were no serious injuries. There was only the memory, or the nightmare, of them.

Their lips twisted as they willed their leaden limbs into motion. Their bare toes awkwardly brushed the plush carpet as if they’d forgotten what it was to bear any weight—and Hero hadn’t even stood up from the bed yet. They didn’t know if such a feat was even possible.

Were their injuries truly that bad that they could only be partially healed? Or had more time passed than they’d initially believed upon waking?

Hero’s hands clenched into fists by their sides, the fabric mask crumpling in their fragile grasp. With one last deep breath, Hero hauled themselves to their feet. Their limbs bowed and Hero curled inward, nearly hunched over with drooping shoulders. Too weak to bear the weight of their body, they leaned against the nightstand to steady themselves. Settling a light hand against their stomach, Hero took a hesitant step forward in the hopes that their limbs would remember how to walk.

By the time they’d made it to the bedroom door, a few beads of sweat dotted their brow. Their breaths came in heavy puffs. It took a few embarrassing tries to get a handle on the doorknob and twist it as their eyes dotted with stars. But Hero managed to get the door open and lean against its frame as if they’d collapse.

Squinting out into the hallway, Hero glanced up and down its length in search of a sign—any sign with any meaning. But the hallway was empty except for the light and a long decorative carpet runner that covered its length.

Hero sighed, exasperated by the choice that lay before them. Was anybody here? Was Politician here?

Glancing down at the mask in their free hand, Hero wondered many things. What had they done to Supervillain? To Superhero? How could they be certain that Supervillain was dead but hesitant to declare the same fate of Superhero?

Hero’s blood ran cold. What had they done with the Ancient Sword?

Pushing away from the door, Hero hobbled down the hallway. Stiff and numb all the same, they kept a hand on the wall to keep them upright. More like, the wall held them up as they could not. Slowly progressing down the hallway, Hero sniffed. And sniffed again. Their mouth began to water, but no matter how much their mind urged them on, their body couldn’t go any faster than this snail’s pace.

The warm spice in the air beckoned them. Nearly dragging their exhausted body down the rest of the hallway, Hero stumbled out into a bright kitchen filled with that savory scent and an oppressive heat that billowed from a steamy pot on the stove.

“Hero?” Politician startled upon seeing them in the doorway. Immediately, the unmasked master criminal was at their side and guiding them into a hard kitchen chair. “What are you doing up? You should be resting!” Taking a step back, Politician ran a haphazard hand through their hair. “Clerk’s going to kill me, and so will Healer if they see you up.”

“W-w-wh—” Hero tried to speak but found their throat had gone dry. Politician turned away and pulled a glass down from a cabinet before filling it. Helping them hold it to their lips, Hero took a small sip and then another. They tried not to gulp it, afraid of drinking the refreshing liquid too quickly. It was all too tempting to do so, as it did wonders for their soul. Sagging against the straight-backed chair, Hero glanced up at Other Supervillain in all their civilian glory. “Why was I wearing your mask?”

Politician blinked at them. Any trace of the cold master criminal was blended into the public figure before them, exposing what could only be the person at Politician’s core—a vulnerable truth Hero doubted many people got to meet. “Yours was…it wasn’t in good shape.”

“But why?” Hero pressed quietly.

“I didn’t think you’d want anyone to know who you were,” Politician said honestly. “Though we didn’t run into anyone until we got here. Healer’s just resting, like you should be, but then they can—”

“It’s fine,” Hero interrupted, still hung up on the fact that Other Supervillain had given them their mask.

“I didn’t mean to overstep with the mask…I just didn’t think you’d want your identity exposed,” Politician hurriedly explained, as if they couldn’t sense exactly what Hero was thinking. Or maybe they weren’t using their telekinesis—out of respect? Did Politician do that? Did they restrain themselves and their powers out of respect for others’ privacy?

Hero placed a hand on Politician’s arm, fearing the headache they might conjure if they shook their head. “No, I mean about Healer. I’m fine, I’ll heal.” They shrugged. “It’ll only take longer.”

Politician narrowed their eyes, studying them. “It’s not a problem for them if that’s what you’re concerned about. It’s their job, and something they like doing. You just…you needed a lot of healing.”

“I know,” Hero whispered, closing their eyes. They swallowed the lump in their throat, but couldn’t find the courage to voice their fears.

Quiet footsteps paced away from them. Metal scraped against the glass stovetop and the bubbling slowed. Those same, patient footsteps approached them once more. Hero reluctantly opened their eyes to find Politician crouching down in front of them with concerned eyes. Hesitantly, Politician, laid a hand on theirs and gently pried their mask from Hero’s shaky fingers, setting it aside.

“Are you afraid?” They asked quietly, still resting their hand atop Hero’s in their lap but not quite holding their trembling hand.

Hero nodded, tears brimming in their eyes. They whispered, “Not of you.”

Politician smiled softly. “That’s something new…” They trailed off hesitantly before speaking again. “I’m sorry about the other day when I cornered you as Other Supervillain.”

“It’s okay,” Hero murmured, their voice weakening with each syllable. Their tears spilled over. “I know you n-ne—” They squeezed their eyes shut and took a deep, nearly painful breath thanks to how choked up their throat was. “You just needed to know what I knew.”

Gentle fingers brushed their tears away. Hero’s lip wobbled, tilting into a twisted frown. Before they could stop themselves, they half launched themselves, half fell into Politician, burying their head in the crook of their neck and wrapping their arms around them. Politician rocked back on their heels before they caught themselves and the sobbing purveyor of justice in their loose embrace.

Sitting up on their knees, Politician maneuvered them gently into a more comfortable position, loosely wrapping an arm around Hero’s waist and weaving careful fingers in their hair, cupping the back of their head.

“You’re safe here,” Politician assured them, even if they didn’t need to. “For as long as you need or want to stay, you’ll be safe here. Clerk is covering for you with the press as Other Superhero, and the Agency is scrambling to repair the fallout of Superhero’s betrayal. There’s nothing to worry about. Between myself and Clerk, you’ll be taken of. You’re safe.”

Hero took a shuddering breath, not sure how to feel about that or explain just what it was that plagued their mind. Eventually, the words came to them, but their voice wouldn’t work.

“I’m afraid if Healer does their job, none of it will be real to me.” Hero admitted shyly, curling further into Politician’s hold. “That it was all in my head.”

“So…seeing yourself heal will help you?” Politician asked slowly. “You’d rather not speed the physical process up, in case it was all a mind game?”

Hero nodded. With a shuddering breath, they mumbled against Politician’s skin, “I know I have to live with this, but I need to see it so that when…when the memories overwhelm me, I’ll know.”

“Memories are a difficult thing,” Politician said, tensing. Their voice was tight, as if steeling against a vulnerability they didn’t want Hero to witness. Hesitantly, Hero picked their head up to look at them. Even their features had turned guarded despite the gentle hand that slowly raised to wipe the wetness from their cheeks as Politician went on. “It’s not unheard of, though I don’t know how safe it would be to erase the subconscious too…I’m not offering, though.”

“And I’m not asking.” Hero fully peeled themselves away to look them in the eyes.

The pair stared at each other in silence. The tension in Politician’s features vanished at Hero’s words. Whatever Politician had set aside on the stovetop and abandoned had long since ceased its bubbling. Hero’s hands rested perfectly on Politician’s shoulders just as much as Politician’s hand fit perfectly against their cheek, cupping their face with a phantom’s touch like they were afraid Hero would shatter.

“What happened to Superhero?” Hero hated the murmured words that spilled from their lips and destroyed the peace between them.

“The Agency got to them in time. They’re…proportionately banged up, but they’ll live.” Politician didn’t so much as blink, but it wasn’t a ruthless façade masking their face, not this time.

No, this time their expression was open and almost soft, the picture of gentleness and care.

“They’re in custody, where they belong.”

Hero absorbed the words slowly, letting them sink into every shadow of their mind.

“Supervillain’s dead.” Politician’s jaw twitched, but their features didn’t harden like Hero expected they would. Instead, their fingers trailed along Hero’s jaw before they took their hand away and let it drop to their side. “I made sure of it.”

Hero swallowed. Their mind spun from too much information or maybe from the ordeal. It could’ve been the hunger clenching in their gut too, but it also could’ve been the way their heart swelled. Politician was magnetic, and so was their alter ego. Hero had always known it, had always been skeptical of Other Supervillain’s reverence and Politician’s impressive public relations. But being this close, this vulnerable? Hero didn’t know what to make of it, even if a tiny part of them longed for some semblance of what these feelings stirring in their gut could be.

“Does it bother you? That I’m a supervillain?” Politician asked. For the first time that Hero had ever noticed, the master criminal and beloved public figure seemed worried. Never before had the calm, collected mayor or the calculating, self-assured criminal ever showed an ounce of hesitancy in the way that they were now.

“Is there a reason why it should?” Hero’s heart fluttered in their chest. What were they really asking them?

Politician pulled away fully, sitting back on their heels. Hero was forced to lean back against the chair if they didn’t want to fall forward, though they sorely missed the safety of their companion’s careful embrace.

“If we were to be friends, not just allies as a hero and supervillain, but friends in our civilian lives…would it bother you?” They explained.

Hero studied them closely, looking for lies or half-truths where they didn’t exist. Their mind wandered to the sword. “I don’t think the fact would bother me…though I have to ask about the sword.”

Politician shook their head, chuckling a little. Standing, they said, “I figured you would ask.”

They ducked into another adjacent room and came back with the sword, its pommel still poking out between the cloth wrapping. Just as they came to stand before Hero again, the oven timer blared in the otherwise quiet of Politician’s kitchen.

They looked between the oven and Hero and back again. Laying the sword beside Hero on the table, Politician went to the counter and grabbed a pair of oven mitts. “It’s yours to deal with. You’re the only person anyone will trust to get rid of it. I’ve already given the Prominent Museum a decoy, as arranged.”

Hero’s entire being ground to a halt. They echoed, “‘As arranged?’”

Pulling a whole baked chicken from the oven, Politician flashed them a smirk. “I had plans of my own for the sword. Only Superhero and Supervillain beat me to it.

“I approached the Prominent Museum as Other Supervillain,” they explained, covering the chicken with foil and setting the whole pan aside on the stove as they reached for the pot they’d previously had boiling. Draining what was revealed to be potatoes, the master criminal continued divulging their plans to Hero.

“They’d been rumors that leadership at the Museum had wanted to destroy the sword because of multiple attempts throughout history to steal the sword, especially the more recent attempts. They were very eager to accept my offer to dispose of it for them, though as Politician, I needed to create a cover for why the exhibit was coming to City—hence the Business Committee meeting and city council agenda to take an interest in increasing tourism.

“It was actually very good for business, up until Supervillain stole the collection. But even reporters and investigators need to eat, so the Business Committee isn’t too upset by the bad press the city’s gotten recently.”

“So you…” Hero started, forcing their cloudy mind to work and process the scheme. “You arranged to help the Prominent Museum steal their own artifacts in order to destroy the sword, but to do that, you needed the collection to come here, to the City Museum? Why not just go to the Prominent Museum?”

“Because I was afraid it would raise too many eyebrows. It’s no secret Other Supervillain operates from City, and if I were to travel to Prominence as Politician and Other Supervillain just miraculously pulls off the greatest museum heist at the same time as my absence, someone might connect the dots,” they grinned pointedly at Hero.

Hero’s cheeks heated. They couldn’t say for certain whether they would’ve been tasked with the case if it were an international investigation because of Other Supervillain’s involvement, but they would’ve been curious and tempted to conduct some detective work of their own anyway. It’s why they were such a good hero. They were curious and interested by nature. They couldn’t let things sit, not if they were interested.

“Am I that predictable?”

“I’ve known you as Hero for years,” Politician said over their mixer, whipping the potatoes and adding some milk. “You’re dependable to a fault, and always present. Tell me, do you volunteer for security details or do you not get enough time off? Or is it good over time?”

Hero swallowed before they answered. “I just…like my job.”

Politician raised an eyebrow at them, moving on to slice the chicken. “The job? Nothing else?”

“There isn’t anything else,” Hero muttered. They eyed the sword beside them to avoid Politician’s stare. But it didn’t stop them from watching their savior out of the corner of their eye.

Politician set a bowl of mashed potatoes on the table and then the chicken and a basket of bread, breaking Hero out of their woes. Plates and utensils came next, and Hero repositioned themselves to sit comfortably at the table.

“You nearly took a bullet for me once.” Politician said. Hero glanced up at them, squirming in their seat anxiously. “I never thanked you for that. Not personally anyway, only in press conferences.”

“Is that why you saved me? To repay the favor?” Hero asked.

“No.” Politician shook their head firmly. “I saved you because it was the right thing to do. Do you know how many people were looking for you?”

Hero eyed them wearily, opting to fill their plate while they waited for Politician to go on. They grabbed a roll and tore a piece off to nibble on.

“Nearly every hero the agency has was out there looking for you. Half the city’s vigilantes too,” Politician said, beginning to fill their own plate. “But I knew none of them would know about Superhero’s betrayal or would think to look into Supervillain when you’d probably declared me your prime suspect in the artifacts case to try and shield yourself from Supervillain.

“I knew there wasn’t enough time for them to catch up to you and the clues that had led you to, rightfully, believe Supervillain was guilty,” Politician said. They took a breath and slowly drew their eyes up to look at Hero across the table. “You’re always here, for the city. You deserve someone who’s there for you too, and I knew I was the only one who could be in this instance.”

Hero studied them intently. “So it was out of duty then that you saved me?”

“Duty,” Politician smirked, “and admiration. I truly want what’s best for this city and…”

Hero arched their brow, waiting for Politician to say something more, but the master criminal only turned their attention back to their plate. Hero thought back to all of their interactions with them. There weren’t many as Hero and Other Supervillain, but in their time serving on Politician’s protection detail…Hero thought they’d imagined it. The lingering looks or the small smile when Politician looked over the heroes assigned to them and Hero thought their eyes had landed on them, but now…Hero was fully convinced that the secretive feeling was mutual.

But still, their mind held reservations, especially in the wake of Superhero’s betrayal and all they didn’t know about their friend’s personal life—or their professional life.

How is it that they came to love a master criminal? Had it happened in a similar way to this? Or had they been captured and manipulated into believing they loved Supervillain?

Hero supposed they might never know, and if they never had to see Superhero again, then they were perfectly fine with that. They could live with Superhero in custody, a fact that did actually bring them more relief than they thought it would, given the circumstances of their last few meetings.

“You don’t want to just be friends, do you?” Hero set their fork and knife aside, sitting back in their seat. Politician froze. Hero fiddled with their hands in their lap. When they finally met Hero’s gaze, Hero wanted nothing more than to shrink in their seat and disappear. Instead, they persevered, bolstered by the hopeful gleam in their companion’s eyes.

“Does it bother you that I’m a hero?” Hero asked in the stretching silence.

Politician chuckled, their eyes dancing. “Is there a reason why it should?”

“Maybe one,” Hero smiled back.

“So I’m not imagining things then?”

“No,” Hero smiled, “you’re not imagining things…but…I need time, now.”

Politician smiled soberly. “I know. Whenever you’re ready, however long you need, I want this to be your choice, not because it’s convenient or a way to mask what happened. I meant what I said. Take your time, Hero. There’s no rush at all. Besides.” Their smile turned wry. “You have a sword to destroy.”

“I do, don’t I?” Hero mused, eyeing the item in question. Somewhere, in the back of their mind, they rued the fact that a hero’s work was never done. What in the world were they going to do with that? How were they going to destroy it or keep it safe?

With any luck, the master criminal and new friend sitting across from them had an idea, one that hopefully wouldn’t destroy either of them in the process. Hero was ready to heal, but more importantly, they were ready to fill the blank pages of their life.

#what could've been #hero x villain #hero x supervillain #heroes and villains #writeblr #hero x supervillain drabble #hero x supervillain snippet #Love Letters series #hero x supervillain flangst #Y'all. This was hard. Like I had so many ideas and they didn't all fit so I think I might also post a info dump later #but I'm excited about the spin offs #i have ideas #they might not all be doable #but they're there #the spin offs are going to be canon but the info dump is going to be things I wanted to do/considered but just didn't work out

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As prompted by your recent answer to a Devon and Misha ask, I was wondering if you know much about different kinds of relationship sparring. I feel like you've written about mentor/victor and friend sparring, but I remember you mentioning Two culture has more types like sparring between romantic partners, flirt-sparring, and parent/child sparring (especially interested in how that would work?). Do you have any ideas on that or is it more "I know it exists and that's as far as I've got"?

(TUMBLR CRASHED AND ATE MY RESPONSE AGAIN >:( >:( >:( )

the gist is that yes, I have actually been asked this before in previous asks that are still in my inbox and good heavens yes, I know so much about sparring, but the problem is that sitting down to write an ethnographic paper about it is an absolute nightmare! but yeah if you were to sit down and examine the full corpus that is the D2 universe you would find examples of every kind of sparring that is in your ask. it’s just that, you know, it’s over 10 years and (checks) almost 3 million words of writing. even I don’t want to comb through it all and I wrote the dang stuff

offhand, here are the examples I can pull out from memory:

romantic partners: Selene & Dash (& Petra), Devon & Misha, Claudius & Selene, Blake & Rowan, Mason & Levi, Rowan & Alec (Avengers AU: Rowan & Clint, Alec & Clint, Frigga & Lyme IT’S COMPLICATED I DON’T HAVE TIME TO GET INTO IT IN A LIST, Frigga & Brutus, Cato & Loki)

flirt-sparring: Claudius & Selene, Rowan & Alec, Frigga & Lyme (again, complicated), Brutus & Frigga, Cato & Loki

parent/child sparring: Joseph & Electra (just posted), Adora & Creed (Injured Creed Part IV, will be posted when I finish that chapter), Frigga & Loki, Rowan & his parents

parent/child sparring is similar to mentor/victor sparring in that the parent should never let the kid win (also kinda like irl intensely competitive kids will get super mad if they ‘beat’ you at a race, they aren’t stupid, and they want it to mean something) and is a sort of mix of reassuring affirmation of structure and roles, but is less intense about it. you’re obviously not going to pin your six-year-old to the wall and make them repeat affirmation mantras before you let go (WELL I MEAN NORMALLY, Joseph probably did a bit of ‘do you deserve it’ before letting them up that meant Alec usually went more rounds than he should because saying yes felt like quitting). it’s also just way more like … fun bonding time activity, like the D2 equivalent of going outside to throw the ball around, or whatever. kid gets home from school / parent gets home from work, run outside and throw down for half an hour before dinner. it’s tactile, parent teaches kid a new joint lock, they release endorphins, everyone comes back inside happy.

Joseph incidentally while he is occasionally physical with Alec does NOT do it during sparring, that is not what sparring is for. when he realizes Alec is not backing down when he should have he will end it. any physical abuse takes place outside that context in a specifically designated punishment zone, which is … I mean, it’s not better, he’s hitting his kid, but I just mean that even for a dad who has hit his kid and does spar with him regularly, crossing those streams is a big no-no

(obviously there are abusive parents who use ‘sparring’ as an excuse to beat the tar out of their kids, but I feel like that is mega-taboo in Career circles. I know I keep going back to sports but if you have a bunch of baseball-loving dads who have happy memories of sharing it with THEIR dads and are really glad to pass this on to their kids, and then it turns out one of them was beating their kid with a bat or throwing the balls directly at the kid’s face, it would be like …… extra personal? in addition to the baseline ‘child abuse is bad’ I mean, you’re taking a cultural thing and twisting it. no bueno. on the other hand there probably IS a cycle of abuse thing where some people only did experience sparring as a punitive thing, and so that’s the way they do it, and it takes someone else to be like, what, what the fuck, what are you doing, who taught you that! see Misha not getting sparring for ages because she kept waiting for Lyme to deck her)

flirt-sparring is much more fun, it’s an easy way to test compatibility, really? is there the proper give-and-take, are you both fighting for dominance (or the reverse lmao) or are you able to find a balance, is one of you an asshole, is there a spark, all those things are going to get answered in a hand-to-hand fight real quick. Katie and I jokingly call it “cup of sparring” bc sooner or later ex-Careers who are interested in one another will ask for a match, and if it goes well, it’s on. sometimes it’s slow (Claudius and Selene in the Victor Lene AU have a sliding realization that happens over several months of sparring), sometimes it’s … not, lol (Rowan and Alec in the OG AU go from first date to I-never-do-this banging in the locker room because the sparring is just that good). on the flip side, sometimes you spar and it’s just not there! in which case hey, no hard feelings! let’s grab a coffee we can still hang out

couple-sparring I’ve written a lot of fic about, both when it’s good and bad, but essentially it’s a check-in to make sure things are okay. if you haven’t sparred in a while, something’s off. it doesn’t have to be a huge intense thing, it can just be play-wrestling on the sofa over the remote or whatever, but it should be a regular thing to see where each other’s heads are at. if there’s a problem in the relationship, the sparring is also going to feel weird, and it’s hard to pretend it isn’t. I feel like “they don’t want to spar with me anymore!” is an early Career barometer and/or bff paranoia check for cheating, likewise telling your bff that the sparring hasn’t felt the same recently would come up in conversations about why you feel like it’s not working anymore.

sparring bruises are a thing I mention a lot, where in the Program it started out as a way for the kids to show the others that They’re Taken and not to make sparring weird (and because, let’s be real, teenagers love hickies lol). in adults it’s less Lol We’re Necking and more like, this is a visible sign that sparring is ongoing and things are okay (whether it’s true or the bruises are made in desperation to appear normal is a whole other Thing but that can be fun, if you’re doing like … a relationship drama kind of thing). the bruises absolutely do not have to be visible to everyone, it’s not like a weird Stepford thing where people are Checking To See Whose Bruises Are Fading (though I’m sure young nosy couples who are like, newly in love and Know Everything absolutely do this), but if you do notice that all your bruises have faded it is kind of like ah crap, we should pay attention to this and probably fix it, ASAP.

there’s also definitely hate-sparring which I think is usually a Centre-phenomenon but happens, like, so much. Selene and Petra were obviously a comical example but every year there’s aggression and competition so it definitely happened, and it’s a good way to like … bleed some of that off so you don’t get gangs of bullies at 3am or whatever. I think it probably does happen even as adults where, like, sometimes two people really, really get on each other’s nerves and they just need to go pound the shit out of each other! if you and that annoying dude at work have a lot of aggro tension people are gonna start telling the two of you to go out back and fight it out. this may or may not be paired with hate-sex, in that it often is but – like Selene and Petra as teenagers – it absolutely does not have to. sometimes two people really do not like each other and regularly meet out back behind the dumpsters to bash each other’s faces in and then go back to work. i know the rituals are intricate I know it i know they’re intricate

anyway tl;dr I love my ridiculous punchy jocks

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e-dubbc11 · 7 months

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sending in a prompt for rumlow to inspire you to get to our (writing) side, from the random dialogue prompts: “Is hating me your only personality trait?” or “Come and get your fix.”

My dear Selene, my brain is getting a workout writing for Rumlow and I am enjoying every single second of it.

I went with the prompt “Is hating me your only personality trait?”

Thank you for sending in as many prompts as you did, I know I still have a few left but this was a good one so thank you again, my friend 💙

Coming Clean

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Little bit of angst, a couple of swear words, confession of feelings, fluff

Word Count: 1.4K-ish

Summary: The STRIKE team leader does his daily walk thru every day. Your daily exchanges are just a contest of getting under each others skin.

A/N: In this, Rumlow is an agent of SHIELD, not Hydra. It’s not really important to the story at all really but, maybe it’s pertinent info for some people

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Working inside the main control room at SHIELD wasn’t a difficult job. What was difficult was watching him walk through every day.

As commander of the STRIKE team, Brock Rumlow was feared, strong, skilled, and fucking gorgeous. He had that angry sex appeal going for him.

And what bothered you the most about Brock was the massive crush you had on him.

But the rumor was he was dating a woman who works over in Statistics and although you’d never confirmed that, it made you jealous. It made you so jealous, you couldn’t see straight and made it that much harder to be around him when he would do his walk through because of how much he, sort of, flirted with you.

He’d hover a little too long at your work station at times. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he leaned over you and his breath warmed the back of your neck sending shivers down your spine.

Brock didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, you knew how to handle him but he’d try to make you feel like you were doing something wrong even though you weren’t.

You were very good at your job and in charge of a small team of people. Director Fury told you if Brock ever gave you a hard time, just to give it right back to him. He knew you could handle yourself just fine.

Every time the door to the control room opened, you hoped it was him doing his walk through but you never ever let him know that. Keeping your eyes on your screen, you were hopeful that he never saw you blush when he walked in but your face always remained stoic and unwavering. You weren’t going to let him get under your skin no matter how much you wanted him too.

Pausing behind you, Brock would lean forward so he could be as close as possible to you without touching.

“Did you need something, Rumlow?” You would ask with a tense but stern voice.

You felt his breath on the top of your ear as he whispered, “Just makin’ my rounds Ms. Y/l/n. You sure you wanna do that?” He asked with a sly smile on his face while your finger hovered over the control pad.

The blue light glasses you had on, slid down your nose slightly so you pushed them up before answering him. “I think I know my job a little better than you do…sir.”

“Your perfume wrecks my concentration, ya know.” He said.

You felt a slight tingle in your core and hopefully he didn’t notice as you tightly clenched your thighs together.

“Well I’ll remember that for tomorrow when I also won’t give a shit about what bothers YOU, Rumlow. You made your rounds, so how about you leave now because I have work to do.” You said with narrow eyes and your lips pressed together in a straight line.

He inhaled sharply as the scent of your perfume floated past his nose, then exhaled. “Ooh, do I get under your skin, doll? ‘Til tomorrow.” He said softly in your ear followed by a husky chuckle.

And then he was gone.

Variations of this exchange were a daily occurrence. He never dropped in at the same time every day. He showed up at all different times during the day to throw you off, to catch you off guard and he knew that it made you crazy which is what he enjoyed the most.

He thrived on, what he thought was, your disdain for him and Brock always walked out of the control room with a coy smile on his face.

You were convinced he couldn’t really figure you out so that’s why he messed with you so much. Everyone else was somewhat intimidated by him, they moved out of his way if they saw him coming, kept their eyes down, and their mouths shut. But not you and that was the one thing that made HIM crazy.

No one was going to make you feel uncomfortable, especially Brock Rumlow.

On your way back from lunch one day, you felt a hand grab your upper arm and pull you into a supply closet.

“Ow! Brock! What the fuck are you doing?!! Lemme go!” You said with a raised voice. “You’re not funny, lemme outta here NOW.”

He inched closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies so you were sharing the same space. He smelled like wintergreen gum and clean laundry, and his eyes were the color of whiskey in the sunlight.

You had never really noticed that before, you had never been this close to him and it was causing your heart to beat rapidly like it was going to explode from your chest.

He barely let you finish your sentence before snapping at you. “Is hating me your only personality trait?” Brock’s low gravelly voice sent flutters right to your core and your mind started to wander, thinking about him pulling sinful noises from you inside this closet.

“No Rumlow, it’s not. I can be a real bitch sometimes too.” The corners of your mouth turned up slightly to reveal a devilish smile as you gazed up into his eyes.

“WHY do you hate me so much, huh? I can feel it coming off of you, y/n.” He asked, backing you into a corner, up against the wall. “I wanna know, tell me!”

You turned your face away from him and folded your arms across your chest protectively. The smile that stretched across your lips only appeared to keep yourself from tearing up.

“How do you know its hate that I feel and not something else, huh?” You asked with a hitch in your voice.

His expression softened for the briefest of moments.

“You flirt with me, tease me, and try to get under my skin but you’re dating a woman upstairs in Statistics?!! Well it’s not hate, Brock. It’s not, its full blown jealousy.” You said confidently because you didn’t care anymore if he knew how you felt or not.

He gazed down at you with his amber colored eyes and a slight smirk on his face as you looked up at him through your long dark lashes.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Rumlow! If you think you’re just gonna continue to come into the control room and—“

He cut you off.

Without warning, his lips collided with yours. That kiss was filled with so much passion, it was almost painful, sharp with desperation and with a hunger you could barely control.

Clinging to him tightly, you moved your fingers to twist and knot in his wild dark brown hair while his hands rested firmly on your hips and pulling you flush to his body.

His strong calloused hands traveled under your shirt to gently brush the soft skin on your stomach. You wondered for the longest time what this would be like, to have his hands all over you, for his lips to crush against yours, to have his stubble brush against your cheeks, and to taste the wintergreen gum on his tongue.

He pulled away after kissing up and down the hollow of your throat.

“So does this mean you’re NOT dating anyone from Statistics?” You asked sarcastically.

He placed a gentle kiss on your lips before answering. “I’m not dating anyone, doll. There is a person in the Control Room that I really like but she’s kinda mean to me. What she doesn’t know is that it just makes me like her even more.” He said with a sly smile.

You snaked your arms around his neck.

“Ya know, I can’t be sure but I THINK she may like you too.” You said. “Now lemme outta here before Fury fires you for holding me hostage in a supply closet.”

“Hey you’re late comin’ back from lunch too, ya know. He can fire you too.” Brock said with a chuckle.

“He likes me way more than he likes you, Rumlow.” You said.

He reached for the door handle. “You’re probably right, sweetheart. Now before I let you out, will you agree to have dinner with me?”

You leaned in close and gently pressed your lips to his.

“Dinner sounds great.”

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