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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 3 years

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Stories of Paris

Part 4

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Damian was unhappy with the fact that with ‘strangers’ in *his* house their nightly activities would have to carefully navigated. His father nor Pennyworth had not explicitly said anything about it, but he assumed it was because they all knew what was expected. So, being told to line up in the entrance hall by his father went down like a lead balloon.

His pout turned in widening eyes of shock as he witnessed the tall wiry young woman (and a large man he supposed) exiting the car. SHE was his father’s babysitter. This was who oversaw the European branch of W.E. The person who owned the largest portion of shares of W.E (after the Wayne family that is). He was doomed. Damain watched as his father soften as he saw the woman.

“Mari! You never seem to age!” he exclaimed as she gracefully walked up to him and into his embrace.

“Mon cherie! It’s miraculous isn’t it,” she drew back slightly to look over his shoulder, “I see you have taken found family comment to the extreme, but I suppose you were never one to do things in half measures. It’s good to be back here after so long”

Looking at her like he was a child with pleading eyes, “You are staying here, right?”

With a gentle smile with a smirking edge, “Yes. If I tried to leave for a hotel, I’ll end up having the shadows watching me all night. Plus, this place always did feel like my home away from home.”

Damian glancing at his supposed siblings to see that they were also in shock. Probably not for the same reason. Panicking with it all, as he saw his father turn to introduce them to the woman, Damian drew his katana and aimed it at her.

“YOU were fathers' babysitter!!! But... what... you’re younger than him!!!! .... You’re the Grand Lady Guardian... I *refuse* to return.”

Damian vaguely recognised his name being shouted at him, but all his attention was on the Grand Lady Guardian of the Miraculous who stood, rolling her eyes, before him. He could feel her power radiating off, surrounding them all.

“Petit Tresor. I’m not taking you back there. Did you not learn anything from my teachings? Did you not learn to read between the lines? About looking deeper than the surface. You are with *your* found family. THEY are what is important. Bruce may have picked up a lot of my unhealthy habits about vigilantism, but he made a point of understand a good support network and the importance of chosen family. Despite how he enacts the teachings.”

The Monkey with her came to her shoulder and raised his eyebrow at Damian. He finally understood why he was always her bodyguard now rather than the Cat, being that he was her husband.

“You can stand down Petit Tresor. League and Court business will *not* be found here. The League know what will happen if they cross the Court, and I made it very clear after our last encounter when they tried to manipulate us to their advantage.”

Damian assessed the woman before him as he withdrew his katana from her and starting to become aware of the others around him again.

“Why has he got a chaos shard within him Bruce?” The monkey growled looking at him with a dangerous glint in his eye.

Everyone in the entrance hall was frozen in shock and panic. What was meant to be a happy reunion had been derailed but now, suddenly, somehow gained an even sharper edge. Marinette and her husband were aware of their nightly capers, and they also knew of the League, they were involved in something similar and aware of chaos shards.

Damian watched as his father gulped as he looked at the Monkey and the Guardian. It wasn’t often his father showed fear, but it was clear on his face as she arched her eyebrow at him. His siblings all looked on in surprise and uncertain of what to expect. Only Pennyworth and Todd seemed to be handling the situation with any sense of calmness. Surprising for Todd...

“Mari... his mother... the league...”

At the mention of the league the Guardians eye twitch so subtly you’d hardly notice it if not trained and with a minute flicker of her hand, the Monkey flipped his phone out and was walking out back outside to call someone... Damian straining his ears heard Peg and plan 42c being mentioned by the Monkey to whoever he had called.

“They were warned. Tsk, Assassin’s bullheadedness. Kim will sort this out for me for the present moment and we will discuss healing at a later point. Anyway, mon cherie, you were about to introduce me to your children. Petit Tresor I know, and I believe that that is Jason, mon rêveur, in the background though he has grown so much since our last meeting. So, I could guess everyone else, but why don’t you continue?”

The Guardian stated as if the topic of what just happened was over, much to Damian’s surprise. He sheafed his katana but still was wary of the woman and slightly in awe. He had a feeling that the chaos and downfall of his grandfather may have due to her in some way. Slight fear and dread for his mother was building as well. He finally starting to understand the reason for her over protectiveness when she taught him in the league now.

“Right. Mari, this is Dick, Jason who you already met in person? Cass and alongside her Duke, Tim who you meet briefly in the W.E. meeting the other month, Steph who has wormed her way into the family and Damian you who’ve also already met?”

With a polite cough drawing attention to himself, Alfred spoke. “Perhaps, instead of having a mother’s meeting in the entrance hall, we retreat to the drawing room where we can have some refreshments. I am sure that Ms Marinette and Master Kim are exhausted from their travels. It is most unbecoming to stand around loitering, wouldn’t you agree Master Bruce?”

Bruce muttered something as his ears started to tinge red, Marinette turned to Alfred and smiled as she drew him into a hug while Bruce collected himself.

“Yes, right, that sounds like a fantastic idea Alfred. Mari, shall we?”

Bruce offered her an arm which she elegantly took as the took off in the direction of the drawing room delving into conversation with Bruce leaving behind a shocked collection on children in the hall. Alfred slipped off to prepare the refreshments.

Damian cringed as Dick exclaimed, “YOU GUYS KNOW HER?!?!?!!” which echoed around the manor as he finally processed what had just happened.

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Alfred smiled as the atmosphere within the Manor shifted over the last few weeks. It now had a different air about it. Master Bruce became less sullen and slightly less repressed under Marinette’s watch and the Manor started to feel lighter again.

Alfred had found great amusement when he stumbled in on Master Kim lecturing Master Bruce on being dense especially the “I know I’m dense but kwami Bruce! You’re worse than me realising all the competitions I got Mare rigged into was because I wanted to impress her! Let’s start at the beginning, ok?!”.

He hoped that Master Kim might be able to knock a bit of sense into his wayward charge. He knew Ms Marinette, though full of good intentions wouldn’t be able to with Master Bruce’s strange ability to pick up on the wrong message being given.

The highlight of the week was when he entered the family living room to find all his grandchildren looking pale as Master Bruce acted semi child-like in front of Ms Marinette. It was a delight to see Bruce act like the child that he knew he was reawakened again. Even if it terrified the grandchildren.

The whole family discovered that Bruce had been very selective of the stories and information that he had told them about Marinette. She had taken great delight telling them all about what teenage Bruce really was like.

About the time Bruce had a fan induced panic attack on meeting the Jagged Stone. Alfred was slightly aware of something happened but not the details.

About the time Bruce decided to practice parkour in the Manor gardens and ended up stuck halfway up the side of the Manor unable to climb up further or climb down. Alfed was positive he was unaware that Marinette joined him and had to coach Bruce down.

About the series of times that Bruce attempted to prove to Alfred that he had ‘outgrown the kitchen ban’ and had ‘observed Mari’s baking skills sufficiently’ to be able to try again for only the attempts to go south fast. Alfred grimaced at the memories that that bought up. He was glad that he’d got a good working deal with local kitchen fitters and suppliers given the number of fires.

It became a daily breakfast occurrence that Bruce mortified Marinette in his outfit for the day. The breakfast entertainment became watching Marinette tear into his fashion choice of the day, drag up some past clothing or costume disaster. She ended up moaning that he had learnt nothing from her rantings about clothes over the years and stare forlornly into her coffee cup. It was providing the bat boys a wealth of black mail material that Alfred had to on numerous occasions reel Marinette from her tangents.

The only time he let her completely go to town with was letting her regale to everyone about Bruce’s dramatic and insistent argument on fighting crime in Lyca, wearing pants on top of tights and with a cape, that he really insisted that he didn’t need to use Kevlar (that decision didn’t last beyond a few training sessions and one patrol night). Alfred was pleased with her ability to rein that disaster in quickly.

It was in the comfort of the kitchen away from the antics that happened Alfred mused and reflected on his notional niece's visit. Alfred wished he had thought to bring Marinette over sooner as he witnessed that fraught relationships between the Waynes soften. Issues didn’t disappear but Marinettes presence, and ability due to dealing with Akuma, helped mitigate situations which typically would have blown up. Kim always by her side would help soothe, distract, or explain to the puzzled Bruce the techniques Marinette was using to stop the escalation.

She’d slowly began charming and connecting with his grandchildren. Be it by giving Tim pointers on how to manage W.E board members effectively and playing video games. It was eerily like how she warmed Bruce up to her.

By Sitting quietly reading with Jason or playing chess and talking in metaphors about life, death and balance. Slowly having ‘healing sessions to calm the pit madness’ with meditation and grounding sessions.

With Damian she seemed to remind him of alternate grounding techniques which she’d shown him in the league. They seemed to spend time talking in hushed whispers about other stuff that Alfred wasn’t currently privy too.

Duke was with poetry and music. Cass with dance and gymnastics, silent subtle conversations occurred but seeing Cass smile and edge towards being more tactile made Alfred glow with warmth inside. Steph and Marinette commanded the kitchen numerous times baking pastries, waffles and other treats.

Dick took the longest to warm up to the woman, having heard and known about her for over a deacade but never met it was understandable. Alfred wpould never knew what Marinette had done but one day the hostility and coldness disappeared. A joy, childlike smile appeared on Dicks face every time she was in the room, and he’d follow her round like a loat puppy. Watching and mimicking her techniques to calm his brothers down.

How his grandchildren acted with Marinette in the activities brought echoes of memories of her with Bruce to the forefront of Alfred’s mind.

Sighing, in the short time the Manor felt warm and like a family, a home should feel like. Much like before his friends’ death. Schooling his emotions, Alfred set about to serve the family and Parisians last dinner together.

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Bruce tried not to sulk. Tried not to revert to the mind set of when Marinette originally disappeared physically from his life. Especially in front of his children but it was hard. She somehow always managed to take the overwhelming pressure away from him, like he could breathe and be.

Alfred was his father, in all the ways that counted, but the burden of death and saving the world was something Marinette understood at a deeper more personal level. Having her here made it feel safe to feel, that he would always be caught. That she would save him from the consuming darkness. She was the light in the world shining out in the Gotham gloom.

As expected, his children adored her in their unique ways. Following her around like little ducks scrabbling for crumbs of knowledge and titbits of information. Bruce lips twitched as he witnessed them behaving much like he used to. Taking the gems’ she passed on to them and ferreting them away much like he did.

“Master Bruce, I expect better behaviour this leaving gathering than our previous party, please.”

With Alfred’s comments Bruce gave into the feeling of pouting. Why deny how he felt toward the situation where he wasn’t in control. He pointedly ignored the stares that his children were giving him. Again.

“Mon tresor! It’s not like you aren’t going to see or speak to me again. We speak regularly as it is. It’s not the same as it was last time. You know this.”

“But Mari, it's nice having you here. This is your home.”

“Is he always like this Mare, Cupcake? How is it that all the kid’s you’ve looked after end up demanding you live with them?”

Bruce choked at Kim’s statement and the Wayne clan burst into laughter. Alfred let a small smirk grace his face.

“Oui, Mon Amour, He wasn’t happy last time I left at all. Be grateful I learnt to resist kitten eyes or we’d never have reconnected. Manon doesn’t count. She’s practically family as well with how close Maman and Nadja are.”

“What about Elle, Etta and Chris? What about Ivan’s and Mylene’s sproglian? Fang? Jagged’s second round of terrors? Luka and Jules too really.”

“Hush, Mon Amour, circumstantial evidence.”

Bruce observed Kim stare at his wife in disbelief before waving his hand around the room.

“What about these then. Don’t give me that look Cupcake. I’m gonna end up needing to fight the whole batclan at this rate to get you on a plane with me! Maybe I should give Peg’s the heads up that I’ll need his help.”

“I can assure you Master Kim that you *both* are free to leave. The young master's understand that they cannot kidnap you. It would not be becoming of them OR look good for the company for the family to kidnap its own workers.”

Bruce and his family guiltily ducked their heads at Alfred’s comments. When Alfred turned away to start talking to Kim, Tim leant in close to Bruce to whisper to him.

“Do you think we have the power to move her to being director of North America rather than Europe? Mari would be closer then? Plus, the guy in charge isn’t all he’s cracked up to be so the board would likely approve it.”

Bruce stared at his son at the ingenious and simple solution and smiled, before ducking his head when Alfred pointedly looked his way.

“We’ll discuss that concept later.”

Bruce gave Tim a subtle nod as if he was approving the idea. Technically he was but Alfred didn’t need to know that. Nor did Kim really, as he would fight him if he found out and he’d rather not deal with an ex-olympian superhero, even when he pulled his punches they hurt far more than the average persons.

Bruce sat back into his seat and smiled as the conversation and chaos flowed around him. His whole family finally together and he cherished it. He knew it wasn’t going to last much longer with the impending flight looming but for now he had a potential and creative plan to work on. If he framed it right it could also become the prefect family bonding activity that both Marinette and Kim thought he needed to do more of outside of vigilantism. And if the end result was that she moved closer, well, that’s just an added bonus in his eyes.

With that in mind, Bruce joined in with the choas enjoying the moment with his complete family. Nothing could take this away from him.

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ramenaddicted · 3 years

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Just desserts WIP (Keigo x Reader cheating angst)

Some angst that I'm writing. @deleteddewewted

Content Warning: Cheating, angst, cursing, and implied drug use.

Again this is a WIP so it's still in the process, so the next time you see it it might be structured differently.

Love is an unyielding force, depending on the person. Some people love hard, others have what I call an inkling of love. Meaning the love is there, just not enough to make them stay or leave. Or some have no love at all; they fake their emotions just to gain a means to an end. So how do I classify the person who threw away three years of a perfectly good relationship?

Here we both stand in our (his) apartment; his eyes are downcast on the floor. He's silently begging for the floor to open up and devour him whole. My body moves on autopilot as I walk away from him, feet leading me to his den of sin. Our bedroom was once a source of comfort for us, now I'm hastily reminded of him fucking another woman on the sheets I painstakingly picked out, a nice burgundy color for fall.

As I hastily pack the essentials: clothes, toiletries, and a few comfort items, all harshly packed away in my purple suitcase. I feel the warmth of his body enveloping me; hands circled my waist, pulling me against his heaving chest. Why is he crying? Isn't this what he wanted?

He wanted an open relationship, he wanted other people, he wanted sex on his terms. None of which includes me, so I'm leaving.

"Please don't go," he begs. Funny for years I had been trying to get him to open up to me and now all because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants he wants to have a breakthrough.

I forcibly pushed him off of me, I refused to feed into his crocodile tears.

"I'll be back sometime next week for the rest of my stuff," I reply venomously.

He screams for me to wait, but I'm already at the door. Fist clenched tight around the doorknob. I take a long breath before turning back to him. He's so beautiful, a cheating bastard, but a beautiful teary-eyed bastard.

"I refuse to be a fool for you anymore."

I refused to listen to his cries and pleas as I opened my gate to freedom and closed it behind me; trapping him in his den of sin or now his gilded cage of guilt.

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The first three days were the hardest; when I first left the apartment I wandered aimlessly until I got hungry and hunkered down in a café. It was like God was playing a cruel joke; there were couples everywhere, being cute and loving. It makes me sick, so in between drinking my too-sweet macchiato I called Junko, my dear friend, to let me stay at her place through this whole ordeal. I didn't have to wait very long before a familiar face was decorated with comical makeup (clown core is what she calls it.) Bustled through my section of the café.

"I know I'm supposed to cry with you, but this all-nighter setting spray."

I fucking died at her response, classic Junko; a fashionista to the end.

After leaving the café we went to a nearby convenience store and loaded up with everything: junk food, alcohol, and eye drops...for when we smoke "cigarettes" on the roof of her apartment building. During the walk, my phone kept vibrating in my pocket; I kept receiving calls from Keigo and ...Miruko? I was very tempted to throw my suitcase case and phone over the bridge, just a big fuck you to the birdman with Hella mommy issues.

A blood-curdling scream ripped itself from Junko's throat, startling the fuck out of me.

"From experience, if you don't scream or cry, your thoughts and emotions will cloud your mind." She said with a jovial look etched into her clownish-looking features. "I rather scream than do something stupid, like throwing a 40,000¥ phone into a river."

She's right. So for a good half an hour; I screamed into the indigo/orange mixture that was the sky over Mustafu.

"Fuck you Keigo!!!"

My back welcomed the plush bedding of Junko's guest bedroom when I fell backward on it. Back lounging on the softest and not cum stained sheets; did I allow my eyes to close. I didn't allow my mind to dawdle on birdman and all his shortcomings, instead, I thought about-

"You wanna smoke a bowl?" Junko inquired while standing in the doorway.

"You might wanna pack that bowl nice and tight." I meditated while staring at the colorless ceiling. My night ended with me and Junko smoking a bowl on the roof of her apartment building staring at the ever-changing hues of the sky,...yeah I'll be alright.

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I don't remember much of day one at Junko's, day two I spent most of the day hiding away and thinking. My relationship with Keigo had red flags from the beginning. His crude personality manifested when the two of us would have fought and in the end; when he got knocked down a peg, would lead him to hide or fly into the night.

Funny, he can insult me, but when I raise my voice I'm being unreasonable.

With my collection of parental issues; I swallowed my pride and apologized. Every single time I would come crawling to that mother fucker his eyes glowed darkly with amusement. Another red flag was the gifts; Keigo expressed early on that he was a gift-giver, and it never sat right with me. One day a Givenchy dress showed up on my doorstep; Keigo was adamant that I wear it to a charity function. The next gift was a necklace he quietly placed around my neck while I was distracted. Lastly and the most shocking, a forced threesome. We had talked about fantasies and whatnot; I jokingly mentioned that I wanted to have a (hypothetical) threesome with him and another Pro hero, you know as a joke.

" Keigo, what is this?"

"A gift for patching me up last week."

"Such a loving girlfriend, Yasmin.” Miruko passionately murmured. Her desire-filled crimson eyes bore holes into my frame. Yes Miruko is a beautiful and intimidating woman, but

I couldn’t stop the chill that ran through my body as I watched Pro Hero Miruko saunter over to my direction, all dressed in expensive-looking lingerie. The necklace that Keigo gifted me before, fitting comfortably around her neck. Tucking a strand of stray hair behind my ear, her lips were on my left earlobe; hot, wet, and hungry. I felt Keigo’s bare chest against my back as his tongue seriously licked my right earlobe.

My thoughts are a mess; my pulse is racing faster than a speeding bullet, my body is racked with tremors, and my throat is dry. Why would he do this? Am I not enough for him? Does he want someone else?

We got as far as kissing, Miruko could taste my uneasiness through her passionate ones while Keigo watched from his place on a chair in the bedroom.

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empty-masks · 2 years

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Book Two, Chapter Five

CW: Strong Language, Sexual References, Graphic Violence, Fantasy Bigotry, Smoking, Alcohol Use, Light Body Horror

It took some convincing of the clinic’s staff, but Brie is finally able to get a visitor’s permit to check up on Roxanne after days of trying. She strings the plastic card reading “VISITOR” in blocky letters round her neck by its lanyard, and walks into the sterile hall. Her boots click against the smooth composite tiling, and she gathers some looks as she passes by some of the workers there— the kind of looks reserved for those suspected to be able to bear fangs at any moment. Part of her wonders where the use is in employing an entire administrative force of lycanthropes, while making the medics that tend to them not match up. Clearly, there have been incidents here before-- parts of the wall leading up to the rooms have been noticeably filled in and painted over in large gashes. Playing doctor to someone that could tear your face off must mold you into a wary person.

When she gets to a door marked “034,” she knocks, and sighs. Besides the obvious lycanthropic lean of Shepherd Gemstone’s employment track, there was another thing that probably made her look odd to these folks. Though she made it clear in her paperwork that she did not engage with Roxanne in any combative way, it was still a suspicious look on her record. She carries a loaded pistol, Roxanne had severe gunshot wounds. She was in the process of investigating Roxanne, and Roxanne all of a sudden showed up mangled and knockin’ on death’s door. This’ll definitely give Hickory some second thoughts, she thinks, pinching the bridge of her nose. A light headache manifests in her sinuses.

“Ms. Roxanne? It is me, Brie, the investigator you spoke to a few days ago. May I come in?” she asks loudly. At first she hears some shuffling from inside, then the ‘click’ of something hard hitting the floor. “Oh, damn,” the muffled voice says. “Yes, you may come in. Be a good girl and pick up my cane for me, too.”

Brie opens the door. Roxanne is sitting sideways in her hospital bed, in the process of taking off her slippers. Though she doesn’t look as spry as when they first met, it’s obvious that she’s doing well. Her brightness is present again, even in the face of her grievous wounds. The IV she’s hooked up to is supplying her with a steady drip of whatever they seem to put inside those bags, and her left foot (from just above the ankle down), previously a stump, now is occupied by one of those fancy modern prosthetics. Usually reserved for adventurers who can afford them, or folks who get into work-related accidents that their employer can be blamed for, its spring-loaded design is textured on the bottom for maximum grip in every kind of terrain. It catches the sterile white of the overhead hospital light, and Brie shudders as she catches a shock of empathy to the brain. Putting on a limb every morning must be odd when you haven’t done it for sixty-plus years.

Roxanne catches her looking at the prosthetic and asks, “Did you know that they were going to put me in a peg leg? I couldn’t believe it, Ms. Brie. That’s no way to treat a valuable piece of medical personnel.” “I had heard the news the night you were brought in. I found a way around it, however,” the Detective says. She’s not quite sure what to do with her hands, seeing as she’s struggling to pull her eyes away from the still-bandaged portion of her leg. “There is a clause in my contract that states I am able to allocate a certain amount of company dollars to finance medical treatment, in the case of an emergency.” Brie frowns. “It took some convincing, but they did eventually consider your circumstance an emergency.”

Roxanne lets out a laugh. “I would’ve found a way to get them to pay for it, dear. They might be money-hungry vultures, but nobody likes the sound of a yelling old woman. I appreciate the effort, too. Especially since it came to bear fruit,” she chuckles. “It’s not something you’re told to expect from a company contractor, you know.”

Brie scrunches up her face. “I suppose you are lucky you met me, then. And that I happened to be en-route when you were in the middle of having… this happen to you.”

“I am in your debt, Ms. Brie.” The two women stare at one another for a few moments, attempting to figure out what the other is hiding. Not in an unfriendly fashion, but in a, “there’s something you’re not mentioning” fashion, the kind of searching that occurs when two friends are trying to figure out what they got one another from the gag gift store.

“His name is Blondie,” Roxanne starts, getting comfortable in her pillows. “That’s your… human, the one who put me here.” She hesitates, and puts a finger up to her lips. “Maybe. I had a hunch he wasn’t a human, but I could be wrong. He smelled of nothing but leather and rubber.”

The name rings throughout Brie’s head like a car alarm in a movie theatre parking lot. She’d been hearing his name the entire time she’s been present at the Smokestone Location, and up until very recently, she didn’t have face to pin on the complaints. Petty bullying turns to active discrimination turns to an active warning from a foreman, turns to this. Her eyes snap to Roxanne’s leg again. The man she stood next to, while reporting his crimes to his corporate superior, did this to an old woman.

The look on Brie’s face must be of visible horror, as it spurs the Fox to poke Brie in the side with her cane. “Oho, so you’re up to speed! Please snap out of it, Ms. Brie, I’d like you to file a formal report against him for this. Make sure his wallet feels it.”

Something pops in the Investigator’s brain, and she immediately pulls out her notebook. “Blondie RESPONSIBLE FOR ROXANNE’S LEG. Report to Hickory IMMEDIATELY!!! Blondie WAY more dangerous than expected, keep eyes OPEN.” Her scribbles come hard and fast, and though she can hear Roxanne snickering from the background, she doesn’t stop until this revelation has been jotted down somewhere she can reference it later.

“Would you like a testimony? He also ruined my house, as you saw earlier in the week.” Roxanne comments.

“Why was he there to begin with? Was he searching for more evidence of the five miners? Why would the company send conflicting investigators on the same--” Brie starts, before she’s cut off.

Roxanne frowns. “No, dear. Blondie is not an investigator. He’s what we call ‘acquisitions.’ He’s not here to figure things out, he’s here to crack skulls, and make your life much, much harder.”

“How do you know?”

“You know these things if you’ve worked with Shepherd for long enough, trust me.” “And this is common practice?!” “It most definitely is. Usually, they would lay out a team of hires to attack from every possible angle, but it seems as though they’ve been cutting back recently. Thus, here we are.”

Brie runs a hand through her hair, and sighs. This has gone from dangerously juicy, to blood-splattered red in such a short time. The monster that did this to Roxanne is not only still in the building with her (as far as she knows, it seemed as though he’s content to stick around and annoy Gilroy), but he is more than likely now competing with her on this case. She wonders whether it would be smart to continue working on the project, what with all of this coming out in the span of less than a week. If this company is so full to bursting with conflict like this, she’s bound to get caught up in a torrent eventually. But, the money’s good. And she was hired quickly. And she’s been nothing but adjacent to the violence, never a victim. And if she shows up to her girlfriend’s place nigh-empty handed once again, there’s a good chance they’re through.

Brie looks over at Roxanne again, who is twiddling her thumbs patiently. She’s not stupid, she can see her thinking this over. Her smile makes Brie think she can hear her thoughts, too. The Fox is in her head.

“Shit,” Brie finally says.

“Agreed,” Roxanne replies, unfolding her hands. “Now, didn’t you want to tell me something too?”

Brie blinks. “Yes, I did. I wanted to update you on what happened that night, since some odd things have come out of the Director of this Location--”

“Gilroy?” “Yes, his reports. He says that,” she starts, clearing her voice. “One foreman, Judith, is guilty of murdering fellow foreman, Jessup, in cold blood with her company-issued firearm. Judith is also guilty of aiding in the escape of four miners, and has escaped herself with them, heading north.” Brie turns off her ‘official’ voice, and pulls out her notebook again. “When I first interviewed you, you claimed to know her in passing. You would not happen to know anything--”

“She lost her hand in a horrible mining accident, and I treated her. And, I was the one who told her and her friends to escape.” She smiles coyly, and looks out the hospital room’s window. “Goodness, I could go for a cigarette right about now.”

“You did not say any of that when I interviewed you earlier.” “I could’ve sworn I was already smoking when you talked to me.” Roxanne laughs.

“You--” Brie pauses, and scribbles into her notebook. “Why would you lie to me then, but not now? Were you holding back information for the sake of allowing them a safe escape? I could get you in trouble for this, Miss Roxanne, this is collaboration with--.”

Roxanne turns her head back to the investigator, and raises an eyebrow. “And I could get you in trouble for using company money for a pricey expense on a petty asset. Don’t play this game with me, Ms. Brie. I may not win, but neither will you.”

Brie frowns, and closes her notebook. “Why would you lie, then?”

“It’s as you said, to protect them. Now that they’re two days gone, I can say whatever I please.” “To protect them from who?” “From you, Ms. Brie.” Roxanne holds up a finger. “You, being an investigator hired by the company for the sake of investigating their unique circumstances. You’re not on neutral ground anymore, even if you’d like to think you are.”

“I never thought that I was on neutral ground, I believe.” “Pardon me for assuming, then,” Roxanne points the finger at Brie. “You seemed as though you held yourself that way.”

Another wave of silence broke over the two of them. This time, it was punctuated by the old field medic coughing lightly into her shoulder. “When are you planning to leave, Ms. Brie?”

“As soon as we are done here. I have got some catching up to do, and there is very little time to waste.”

“Ah.” Roxanne sits up in her bed, and turns to the edge of it. “I don’t think I’m in much shape to travel, but your car seemed comfy enough when I was dying, so I suppose I can manage.”

Brie is taken aback, but walks forward to confront her. “Wait, what?”

“Do you take me for some kind of placid old woman? I have feelings too, you know. I’m coming with you, I want to see Blondie dead.” Roxanne smiles brightly, and steps into her slippers. “Can you hand me my cane? I’m still not quite used to the new foot.”

“Wait, Ms. Roxanne, please. You should really reconsider, there is a good chance that this is going to get quite messy—”

“Don’t you lecture me on ‘messy’! I’ve seen more guts and gore than you’ve seen in three lifetimes! I’ve seen miners end up dead over scuffles about who gets to hear what on the radio!” “But—” “Leave the butts for the bedroom, dear. I’m coming with you whether you like it or not.” Roxanne slides on her slippers, and puts a hand on a nearby side-table to balance herself out. “May I please have my cane?”

Brie takes a deep breath, and exhales it as she hands the walking stick over. “Did the doctors say you were doing well enough to move around, at least?”

“Oh, of course! I’m doing just peachy,” she says, wobbling slightly as she stands up. “I certainly wouldn’t be in as great of condition if you hadn’t taken those bullets out when you did.”

“You really do not need any more bedrest?” “I can get it in the back of your car, can’t I? I’ll just nab a pillow, I’m a good sleeper.”

She might be the craziest old woman I’ve ever met, Brie thinks to herself. She wants to come with me to get revenge on the psychopath who left her within an inch of her life, and she doesn’t care about the fact that she’s now missing her left foot, and probably unfit for much more than walking up a flight of stairs. She doesn’t care that she’s old and injured, and she doesn’t care that I am morally opposed to bringing anyone else alongside me on this job.

“Where’s your car parked, Miss Brie? You didn’t happen to park in the sun, did you?” Roxanne asks.

“What? Oh, no. I have parked in the shade.”

“Good, because I don’t think hot seats will be good for my wounds. Do you think we could also nab a few bottles of vitamins on the way out?” Roxanne looks out the window. “And perhaps some cigarettes, if we happen to find any?”

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Penelope Hickory straightens herself out, dusting off her shoulders and running the basic bullet points through her mind once more as she stands, waiting for the end of her bosses’ deliberations. The conference room, with its low light and dark wood chic interior, suddenly reminds her an awful lot of an operating theatre— from the perspective of those to be operated upon. It helps none that the board members are literally sitting on an elevated semi-circle in their fancy office chairs, lower halves obscured by a heavy table running a half-circle, with poor Penny standing smack dab in the center, beneath the most intense light in the room. It’s an intimidation tactic. It weeds out those who can’t take the pressure, cracks the ones that can’t but think they can, and makes sure the ten of them aren’t being presented with some idiocy the presenter can’t back up with some spine. This room separates the leaders from the followers, or as Hickory recalls those that hired her say, “the sheep from the shepherds.”

Her heels click against the hardwood floor as she shifts in place, stared at from all angles. Even with eyes meant for the dark, she can barely make out any of the seated board’s faces. Some are smoking, others are drinking, most are feigning some level of boredom as opposed to what she’s certain they’re actually feeling, trepidation. Ten pairs of ears, all waiting for her. Their words are low, spoken confidently but coolly as they’re tossed from one end of the table to another.

“I don’t think it merits a higher payout,” says a man on Hickory’s left, tilting his grey, wrinkled face toward the tabletop. “So the girl’s gone rogue. I find little reason to even offer a bounty, let alone raising the eventual bill on our ends. I move to operate as usual and wait for further developments.”

A hearty, throaty scoff meets this suggestion before a deep and gravel-laden voice replies, “You act hastily, Jonah. This one hasn’t even finished her little presentation yet and you’re so quick to pretend nothing is happening.” Steepling his hands, the voice’s owner leans forward. His skin looks as though it’s been pulled taut against his skull, a look aided none by perpetual, thin-lipped smile, a lack of a nose— as though there had been one long since lopped off by some manner of blade— and absent ears. It’s a head with no face, just a mouth and ear holes. He takes a deep and steadying breath between his teeth, the process drawing more gravel into his voice as he says, “Continue, Hickory. No, begin again. We must see this through from the beginning.”

She swallows, then nods. “Of course, sir.” Straightening herself out again, she starts from the top. “As we know, there’s already a bounty on the five escapees from the Smokestone Location under Administrator Harold Gilroy. This is after the same four miners and their directing foreman were found unconscious in the bottom of a shaft, staying that way for a full week, after which the location’s medical professionals gave them the all clear on the health front. Needless to say this is remarkably suspicious, given that people don’t just fall comatose for no reason.”

“We’ve heard this already,” Jonah snaps before the woman to his left, clad in a full suit and glaring grimly, jabs him in the side with her elbow.

Hickory nods. “Further developments have occurred since the original bounty posting. Before running, the group of five, including the foreman, destroyed precious machinery and murdered another foreman on the site. Based on the information that’s been sent our way, we’re currently operating on the assumption that Judith herself killed her coworker, as the bullet wounds match the caliber of firearm standard to all Shepherd Gemstone employees. This puts to bed any potential that she’s been kidnapped by her workers as a form of protest, as Gilroy originally assumed. Thus, the situation has changed.”

“Very good,” drawls the eyeless man. “Very good. Not good for Gilroy, or for the site, or for the girl, but good. This is understandable. The solution is simple.”

The woman beside Jonah scoffs. “Is it simple, Lock?” Her graying hair is coarse, pulled into a rough bun. Her lips curl into a scowl. “I expect it will be expensive. Hickory, the costs thus far?”

“The destroyed equipment’s already been tallied and bills have been sent to the appropriate sources, save for the amount we need to receive from the runaways. Following that, they also stole a non-insignificant amount of other assorted items from the site that are easily reimbursed. I’ve yet to calculate the cost of the foreman’s death, but within the next two days, I shall have you your final amount. In conclusion, counting the potentiality for a hidden affliction that Mr. Gilroy could be hiding from us, I propose a raise in the bounty payout to attract competent prospects.” Penelope’s red eyes refuse to make contact with those of her employers’, only truly able to rest on Lock’s face— and that in itself makes her nervous. She can feel her nails ready to turn to claws, dragging so carefully against the fabric of her skirt as she keeps her hands at her sides. This isn’t the time to wolf out.

“People die,” responds Lock. “And fun, new diseases seem to spring up rather often around Gilroy’s jurisdiction. I’m beginning to think this entire region might be cursed. One wonders if it isn’t about time to cut our losses in this section and reinvest.” His fingers, hard and clawed, drum against the table. “Fire them all, liquidate the assets.”

Jonah sneers. “Your answer’s to cut losses every time. Meredith? Your opinion?”

“It’s not an uninteresting proposal, but it is hyperbolic. Anyone with eyes can tell he’s making a joke.” Meredith, still beside Jonah, shakes her head.

Another voice chimes in from the center of the table, directly ahead of Hickory. “Of course he doesn’t mean it. The mining initiative is lucrative even despite the many quirks to be found under Gilroy’s administration.” A firm, feminine voice it is, escaping from lips coated in a professional matte red, close to a shade like wine. The woman’s eyes match, mirroring Hickory’s own. White hair and features sharpened by time lean into Hickory’s vision. The chairwoman herself.

“Chief of Damage Assessment Hickory,” she begins, folding her hands on the desk. “I expect that you wouldn’t have brought this matter to us if you didn’t have some kind of plan. Tell us that you have a plan.”

Hickory clears her throat. “Of course, Chairwoman Roan. As I suggested, raising the bounty’s payout will attract more competent outside help. If we simultaneously void the in-company bounty bonus, I wouldn’t bet against this issue being solved within a week. I believe we’d be wasting our own manpower on this chase, but with enough incentive, we can attract a swarm of freelancers to cover our bases more solidly. If they impress, we can scout them out for the Security and Acquisitions Initiative put forward by Mr. Blondie.”

At the mention of the man, the chairwoman smiles. Several others in the room, Jonah, Meredith, and even Lock all have the same thought. Hickory can see it on their faces. She’s seen it before. It’s happening again.

“Hickory,” starts Lock, tapping the side of his own head with a strange, hollow sound, “I told you the solution is simple. I told you.”

“I don’t believe there’s a need for him,” she replies. “I can assure you. There’s no reason to get Blondie involved—”

Lock laughs, practically gurgling with delight. “Don’t act like this isn’t the best option. I think sending Blondie is a great idea. I move to propose it. Chairwoman?”

All eyes settle onto Chairwoman Roan again, who by this point has stood from her chair to stand tall among them, hands on her hips and her gaze pointed at Hickory. “The motion is accepted, with an addendum. We will raise the payout for any unaffiliated freelance mercenaries that succeed— if they succeed— and we will put Chief Acquisitions Officer Blondie on the task.”

Jonah and Meredith both smile and nod in their seats, while Lock has begun clapping and laughing. Those so uninterested as to not engage, of course, pat each other on their backs for coming up with such an ingenious plan as Hickory glances over them all.

After enduring a bit of their strange celebration, Penelope speaks up. “How could a freelancer compete with Blondie? If they don’t just fail to deliver they’re likely to end up crushed under his boots in the process. Pardon me if I’m overstepping, Chairwoman, but unaffiliated freelancers dying because they got in his way wouldn’t be cheap to fix. May I suggest—”

“Ms. Hickory, your concerns are noted and considered. However, we’re making the executive decision that any loss of life or limb brought about by freelance mercenaries getting on our best man’s bad side is an occupational hazard. Meredith?” Roan’s eyes swivel, directing themselves to the gray-haired woman again. “You’re a logistics sort, aren’t you? Convince her. We needn’t our finest worrying her head over anything that isn’t a bill.”

Meredith’s smile has yet to fade. “We aren’t going to be sending card carrying academy and guild graduates into the jaws of a hungry wolf, Ms. Hickory. The Eternal Autumn, specifically the area around Kiln, Fusillade, Smokestone, and even here in Black Hill, is rife with a peculiar sort of person. Where somewhere further north might have more traditional adventurers, we don’t have that. The sort of people taking this bounty on are typically vagrants, lacking formal training outside of combat and with few to no connections who will miss them in the case of their untimely demise in this dangerous industry. To put it bluntly, there are plenty of homeless freelancers ready to kill or be killed for money and we will not be held responsible for what happens to them even if it’s Blondie that does it.”

Hickory blinks. “You’re absolutely right, Ms. Meredith.”

Jonah nods. “And if someone does, somehow, succeed, we’ve got another Blondie to hire. And when we do get that Security and Acquisitions Initiative populated proper, thinning out the local population of bums with guns will be good for business. Why hire no-names to handle your Dragon problem when you can hire the professionally vetted and trained Shepherd Private Security Force?”

“So it goes,” Lock snickers. “You may be in Damage Assessment, but you certainly aren’t that versed in damage mitigation. Even if there are some scenarios which might harm the short term, the long term is always much more important.”

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“After this, what’s on the agenda?” Asks Jules, lying in the backseat of the car. This is largely because the rocky dirt roads leading toward Kiln aren’t kind to his back in the passenger seat when he’s got it leaning all the way down.

“I don’t know, Jules, I try not to think that far ahead.” Lucille’s voice is uninterested, eyes focused squarely on the road. “You can only predict so many things so far into the future. I’ve got no reason to worry about next month when I’m already so busy worrying about tomorrow that I can’t bring myself to think about next week.”

Also because of that. “God, don’t be such a stick in the mud, Lucille. I mean, you’re right and all, but...” Jules mumbles. “No point in looking at the horizon if you fall on your ass over a rock you should’ve seen coming, yeah, I get it. I mean whether or not we’ve got anything in mind after this job. The car could use a check-in, I bet. Hey, you wanna head west for winter? I heard they’ve got beaches there.”

“Jules, it’s always fall around here. It’s the Eternal Autumn. It doesn’t get winter.”

“Well, whatever. We would go somewhere that does actually have seasons for once and enjoy the warmth while we can. You can’t say heading to the coast to be waited on isn’t a great idea.” He sits up, grinning. “Imagine the western beaches, Lucille. Imagine them. Hot, shirtless server guys with novelty drinks served in hollowed out fruit. The sound of the ocean rolling in and out of the shore. Seafood, caught fresh and cooked in butter, oh god.”

“Already dealt with enough shirtless men up north. Not interested in having some bring me drinks on a beach, Jules.”

“Now you’re just being unfair. They won’t going to be covered in warpaint made from gasoline and blood, and they won’t be huffing homebrewed rocket fuel to ignore a blizzard. And if you’re really not as big on the guys as I am, then fine, more for me. You can have the bikini girls.”

Lucille grumbles. “Okay, I’m not entirely uninterested in the idea of attractive men bringing me drinks. The bikini girls too. I don’t know, we can talk about it when we’ve got the job done.”

“It doesn’t hurt to have a plan, right? Think of it as being prepared like we prepare for a job, except for not the job. Non-job prep.” Jules leans forward over her shoulder, watching the road through the windshield. “And I’ll take my consultation fee out of your cut, thank you.”

“I think the fuck not,” Lucille laughs. “I get it, I’m not good at relaxing, but it’s whatever. Better to wait and decide on what we’ll do with the money after we’ve got it rather than make plans and count on it when we don’t have it. Our quarry could get eaten by a Skitterbear or something on the way to Kiln.”

Jules tilts his head. “You’re absolutely certain they’re gonna be heading to Kiln?”

“No prominent Shepherd influence, outside of the Fusillade Wyrm’s territory, and filled with able-bodied individuals who might be willing to lend a hand to a few runaways. They might also just shoot them for working for Shepherd, or for being from out of town, so who knows?” She relaxes back into her seat slightly. “It’s the most likely destination, unless they’re stupid enough to head straight into dragon territory. Given they managed to kill Jessup, at least one of them has some level of intelligence.”

“I hope you’re right. I really don’t like the idea of having to pick through Wyrm shit to find something to drag back to Shepherd. I will if I have to, for the sake of those handsome beach guys.”

Lucille laughs hard enough to snort. “Shut the hell up, I’m trying to drive. Save that for the stakeout.”

“Where are we staking out?”

“The inn, obviously. Every merc and their group heads through there. If there’s any place we can trust for info and for a good, comfortable stakeout, it’d be the inn.”

Finally, Jules tumbles into the passenger seat. There he sits up again and considers putting his belt on, only to instead put his arms behind his head and yawn. “Guess so. The Superposition? Jeez, it’s been a while.”

“The one and only. And if we’re lucky, we’ll be ahead of the information curve. By the time anyone else finds out about the bounty we’ll already be set up. Plus they’re the only place willing to tolerate our— what was the word again?” She glances away from the world outside toward Jules, who shoots her a grin.

“Eccentricities. Hah, that almost makes us sound normal.”

Lucille nods. “A very polite word for “obligate cannibalistic tendencies.” At least they’re accommodating.”

“Nothing a healthy tip doesn’t fix. And is it really obligate cannibalism if we’re kinda forced to do it by our bodies?”

All enthuse is out the window, taken with Lucille’s sigh as she turns her eyes to the road again. “We’re not having a conversation about the semantics of what is or isn’t cannibalism, Jules. We eat people, end of argument.”

Chapter End.

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The Trip, Pt. 2

Bryan Kneef x reader. First part here.

CW: Smut.

AN: Water sex is actually not ideal, as water washes away natural lubricant and can be super irritating - use a silicone based lube if you must. But for the sake of the story, we’re going to pretend none of this matters. Fic dedicated to the discord heathens - you know who you are.

AN2: Snowstorm square for holiday bingo.

WC: 2.5K

The entire week came and went in a flash. You were both flying out to Chicago that morning and you decided to see if Bryan was interested in grabbing breakfast and sharing a cab. You got dressed and walked down the hallway to his room, which was on the opposite end of yours.

You were approaching the door when it swung open, a petite blonde with big tits and haphazard clothes came out – you recognized her as defense counsel from a rival law firm. She smiled awkwardly at you, before saying goodbye to Bryan who was in nothing but a towel.

Bryan looked at you, completely – and not at all shockingly – unfazed. “Here for more?”

You crinkled your nose at him and scoffed.

“Are you jealous that I didn’t invite you over? I didn’t peg you as the threesome type.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. Get over yourself.”

“I seem to recall you enjoyed being over me.” Bryan winked, before walking back into the room.

“Come in.” The Florida sun had been extremely kind to him – his skin was golden brown, making his green eyes even brighter.

You shut the door behind you. “I was just coming to see if you wanted to have breakfast and share a cab.”

“You could have texted me for just that.” Bryan remarked as he dropped his towel. It was no surprise Bryan was not ashamed of his body. His cock, even flaccid, was impressive and you felt desire kick in your cunt. Bryan gave you a wicked smile.

You rolled your eyes and turned around, heading back to the door. “Well I didn’t exactly think I’d run into Jackie Debovsky…” You looked at your watch. “at this hour in what I recall as yesterday’s clothes. I’ll be downstairs if you want to join or not.”

Bryan commented he’d be down in fifteen. As you rode the elevator, you looked down at yourself, thinking again of Jackie Debovsky and how obvious she and Bryan fucked, and felt blah. You hated how insecure it made you feel. You were a grown woman – a partner at one of the premier law firms in the country. Instead, you let jealousy rear its ugly head.

Back in his room, Bryan finishes getting ready. He replays your conversation in his mind – something about it feels off. He can’t help the fact that he enjoys fucking and making his partners come – it’s something he is very good at doing. But he has never been so fixated on one – even when he was with Jackie Debovsky earlier – his mind was on you, how you responded so eagerly to his touches – to his cock. Sex with Jackie was fun, but unsatisfying.

And he didn’t mean to get caught.

Bryan found you at a table, sipping on coffee and reading the paper. A bowl of fruit and toast were in front of you, untouched. He reached over and grabbed a slice of toast. “Did you know there is a snowstorm in Chicago?”

You lowered your paper. “What?” Bryan looked casual in a light blue polo and brown top-siders, which matched his belt.

Bryan sat down, continuing to eat your toast. “There is a snowstorm – our flight has already been cancelled. It’s going to be a few days out. I took the liberty of extending our reservations already.”

“Oh! Um, thanks – that was kind of you.” You murmured as you pierced a piece of melon with your fork.

“Not a problem.” Bryan replied, a flash of white appeared as he smiled. You stood suddenly, the chair scraping against the floor as you did so. You signaled the waiter and requested your meal be charged to your room. “I guess I am going to hit the one of the hotel shops now that I have been given the gift of time.”

You perused the gift shop, a stuffed flamingo with a Santa hat in your hand. You eyed the rack of bathing suits and debated purchasing another since it looked like you’d be at the hotel for a little while longer.

“You should get the two piece – you have some great breasts.” A familiar voice replied from behind.

You whirled around, coming near chest to chest with Bryan. You cocked your head. “Wow, stalker much?”

“Relax – you had a good idea coming here. I figured I would pick up something for my niece and nephew – twins, four.”

“Uncle Bryan.” You mused. “Who would have pegged you as a family man.”

Bryan’s eyes narrowed at you. “First you call me the devil – now this. You wound me.”

You held up the two piece and your eyes bugged at the price. “It’s cute but I am not paying this price.”

“You have the money.”

You turned back to him and cocked your brow. “And how would you know?”

“I know things.” Bryan waved his hand which garnered another eye roll from you.

“Christ, Bryan.” You murmured, pushing past him. You got a whiff of his cologne and it made your skin prickle. You approached the cashier and paid for the stuffed flamingo.

You were channel surfing in your room, when you there was a knock on your door. You opened the door and found the swimsuit hanging off your doorknob. There was a note attached and you recognized Bryan’s scrawl.

My treat. You would look gorgeous in this. Plus, you really do have some amazing breasts. Meet me at the rooftop in 20?

Again your brain screamed no, but your pussy said yes. You changed into the two piece and hemmed and hummed, staring at yourself in the mirror. You had to admit Bryan was not wrong – your breasts looked fabulous. Your eyes landed on your stomach and you frowned as the suit dug a little into your belly, causing a strip of belly to spill over. You trace your fingertips over it and close your eyes, your mind flashing to the night with Bryan and his words – ‘I’m a grown man... come ride daddy’s cock’ – and how he slapped his thigh as he beckoned you on top. You threw on your coverup and headed out and up.

When you arrived at the rooftop, you found Bryan lounging in the hotel’s hot tub. Steam surrounded him. He smiled sinfully at you. “You came.”

“I did.” You replied. “I got your… gift.”

Bryan smiled and moved from the opposite end to the side closer to you. Pointing a finger at you, he motioned for you to take it off. You let out a breath, trying to blow out any insecurity that remained. You reached down for the hem of your coverup and tugged it off. You tossed it to the side, it landing on a nearby lounge chair. Any insecurities you might have felt were washed away as you were met with a heated look in response.

You made way to the hot tub and stepped in, the warm water and jets soothing your muscles. Bryan pulled you to him and kissed you hard, your teeth clashing. You pressed against his body, wrapping your arms around his neck. The warm water sloshed around you as the kiss deepened, your tongues rolling in unison. His hands were immediately on your tits, pushing them together and feeling your already hard nipples. Bryan’s head dipped below, mouthing your flesh through your bathing suit top. You let out a groan feeling his warm mouth on you. You raked your hands through his dark hair, wetting him in the process. Bryan’s mouth returned to yours and his hand glided up your back. With an expert twist of his fingers, your top comes undone, the triangles falling to your waist.

You pulled away breathless and frantically look around. “Bryan! What if someone sees us?”

Bryan outlines your face with a finger, pride written all over his face. “I already paid security off. We have the whole rooftop to ourselves.”

Your cunt kicks and you respond by climbing him, legs wrapped around his waist. You can already feel how stiff his cock feels. It’s so close and you need it closer. Bryan lifted you a bit, so you were sitting on the edge of the hot tub. He lowered his swim trunks and moved to you. A breeze blew through, pulling you out of the clouds and back into reality.

“Bryan – we can’t do this. You just fucked defense counsel – I know I’m clean but –”

“I wore a condom with her. I’ve only been raw with you.” Bryan replied. Your eyes narrowed and focus on his hand which is stroking his length.

‘Only raw with you.’

“Jesus Christ Bryan.” You groaned, covering your face with your hands. Bryan made way to you, and gently removed your hands from your face.

“Look, we can stop if you want. I just figured we could have some more fun.”

You looked at him and decide in that moment he is being truthful. “God help me.” You murmured before hooking your legs around his waist.

“You already decided that I am the devil.” Bryan chuckled darkly, which garnered a look from you. You let out a squeal as Bryan pulled you back into the water, your legs still hooked around him. You reach between him and slide your bottoms to the side. The tip of his cock parted your pussy, teasing just enough to drive you mad.

“Just fuck me.” You groaned into his ear. Bryan nuzzled his beard into your skin, marking your skin red. He thrusted up and into you in a long, deep stroke. You hooked your legs around his waist. Bryan raised his head and rested against your forehead and your eyes lock. The only sounds are of your desperate mewls and his grunts against the sloshing water and jets. His lips and your lips are just barely touching, as you breathe each other's air.

“Oh God Bryan, just like that! Fuck, oh fuck, yes!” You moaned loudly.

“Yes, say my name. Tell daddy who owns this pussy.” Bryan grunted. His cock nudged your spot repeatedly as he fucked you hard, pumping into you.

“Yours!” You manage to choke out.

Bryan pulled you more into the water until you are floating on your back, his hands on your waist. You snaked a hand to your clit, rubbing yourself. Your orgasm rippled through your body and you shudder, crying his name once more.

“It feels so good when you come while I’m inside you.” Bryan grunted, pulling you up against him. “Hang tight.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulls into a full standing position, bouncing you on his cock. You threw your head back, feeling another orgasm ripple through. Bryan shuddered, and then stiffened as blew his load inside of you. You panted against one another, with soft kisses being exchanged.

You would never tell him – his head was big enough as it was – but the orgasms he pulled out of you, were the best you ever had.

Eventually you both leave the hot tub. Bryan wrapped an oversized towel around you and him and then he kisses you once more. You sucked the bottom of his lip into your mouth, causing him to rumble deeply in his chest. “Lets take this somewhere more private.” You murmur.

Back in your room, you and Bryan fuck two more times. First in the shower after an “attempt” to “get clean” from the chlorine of the hot tub. In the shower, Bryan takes you from behind. Your hands clawed at the cool tile as you come for the third time while he thumbs your puckered rosebud.

The water eventually turned cold and you both make your way back to the bed. You are pleased to discover that you aren’t the only one with sensitive nipples as you run your tongue over his. Bryan makes a desperate sound which turns into a deep growl, his whole chest vibrating as you drag your teeth over his flesh, nipping him.

You bounce on his cock, riding him for all that he is worth and when Bryan announces he is about to come, you tell him you want to feel him come on your tits.

Bryan withdraws and crawls over you, straddling your chest. He cupped your breasts, tugging and twisting your nipples before sliding his cock in between. You used your hands to hold your breasts and Bryan began to fuck your tits. You would stick your tongue to lap at the head of his cock on every stroke. Bryan groaned and pulled back, stroking over your chest and open mouth.

Bryan lets out a rumble as he finished over you. Ropes of hot, creamy white cum paint your face and breasts. You licked as much as you could and when you opened your eyes, you see Bryan scoop some of his release. You let out an inarticulate noise as he proceeded to then finger fuck you, fucking his come into you.

You come for the fourth time, your body shaking and trembling. “That’s right, come for me like a good girl.” Bryan encouraged quietly into your ear.

Once finished, you are both reduced to heavy pants. It dawns on you that you’ll have to shower again and you’re grateful that you are in your room and not his. But for now, you roll and curl into him, listening to his heartbeat.

‘This is bad.’ You think to yourself, realizing that something more than attraction and awesome sex is beginning to brew. You hope like hell that Bryan cannot read thoughts. Your lids fluttered close and soon you’re asleep.

Bryan moved carefully, as to not wake you. He re-dressed and before he left, he looked at your sleeping form once more. As the door shut behind him with a quiet click, Bryan realized that he has it bad for you. And as much as he wanted to ignore it, part of him hoped that you felt the same.

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Knot In Love - Alpha!Dean x Omega! Reader

A/N: Part twenty is back. Again, where it’s a daily thing? I am not tagging anyone new. 3pm is the magical time, usually. Today, there’ll be a few extra. One at 7pm and one at midnight. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy one of my favorites <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Series Warnings: Forced mating. Knotting. Alpha/Omega dynamics. Witchcraft (more based on real craft than Hollywood). Angst. Etc. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: Roughly 5,600

“It's almost eight thirty,” You chewed your lip, glancing towards the clock for the tenth time in an hour. “You sure he's alive?”

“I'll check on him,” Dean answered, less than thrilled with it. “You just keep sittin' there and looking pretty.” A scowl was returned but he didn't care. You were well and truly recovered. The effects of the Bad Place fading away. As far as he was concerned, you were to stay on the bench to keep you in that state. “Yo,” He slammed his fist into Sam's door, “Makin' pancakes. How many do you want?” No answer came through. Dean's brows slammed together.

“Anything?” You were pouring the batter on the griddle, when he came back out. Earning a glare. “What? I'm allowed to cook. Geesh.”

“You should be resting,” He bit out, taking the spatula from your hand. “Take a number from Sam's book.”

“I'm fine,” With a wave, you moved over to make more coffee and slice up some fruit to go with the rest of the meal. Earning another round of bitching.

By ten o'clock, all hope had been given up. You and Dean worked at picking up the mess. Putting away the left overs just as Sam ambled in. On the phone, still in his pajamas.

“Ho, ho, ho,” Dean perked up, sounding like ole Saint Nick in the process, “There he is.” He glanced at his watch dramatically.

“Leave him alone,” You scolded, tossing a strawberry at Dean's chest. He dodged it just in time, sparing the red flannel that covered him. “Saved you some.” Your fingers pointed down to the meal with a cheesy little grin that got you nowhere.

Sam nodded a bit in acknowledgment before addressing the person he was speaking to, “Hey, Donna... I'm here with Dean and Y/N. I'm gonna put you on speaker.” Your shoulders straightened a bit at that one. You'd barely met the woman. But she'd helped get you back. That was all you'd needed to know. The phone beeped as Sam moved closer to you and his brother, letting you listen. “Why don't you tell them what you told me?”

“Oh,” She started seriously, “It's my niece. She's gone missing. And...the local cops don't...” The bubbly blonde went quiet as she fought for control. You could hear the tears she was attempting to hold at bay. “I know its not your normal thing...but...”

“Text us the address. We're on the way.” Dean didn't hesitate. Barely let her finish.

“Thank you.” The call ended as the man in red kicked himself into motion.

Sam let out a sigh and turned your way, “You should pack up.”

“It's okay to not be okay, Sam.” A confused head tilt was his response. “Just...remember that.” With that, you moved to go to your room to throw together the essentials. Leaving him to mull on your words.

When the Impala pulled into the impound lot, Donna was leaning against a large black truck. Hands in her tan coat pockets as officers moved around the scene. She stared blankly into the distance as you all climbed out of the car. Dressed in the 'fancy' FBI garb.

“Hey, Donna,” Sam called out as he approached. Drawing her back to reality.

“Hey,” She didn't hesitate once she realized who was there. Stepping forward to catch him into a hug.

“How you holding up?” Dean asked, bending for his own piece of affection.

“Oh, you know...not great.” You were surprised to find yourself in her grasp after she'd pulled away from him. Sam let out a muttered 'yeah' as a way of showing he understood. “I'm sorry for calling you guys,” She stepped back a bit, “but Jody's got her hands full with the girls.”

“Hey, never apologize for calling us.” The older brother's warm demand tugged the edge of your lips. His loyalty shined bright, then. Not in the toxic way it had just a few short weeks before, Donna smiled in thanks. A weak, tired grin. Knowing he meant every syllable.

“So, what do we know?” Sam's voice was soft as he pressed for details.

“Uh, staties found her car side of the road,” Her hand pointed in the general direction. “Signs of a struggle.” Worry edged back into the newer hunter, then.

“And what was she doing out here?” He continued, hoping to piece together the situation.

“She was taking a gap year. It's, like, this thing where-”

“Take a year, run wild before you go to college?” Dean finished for her. He'd craved one of those. A time without hunting, where he could just be a normal kid. In the end, he hadn't even finished high school.

“Mhm,” Donna nodded, looking pleased that the men were able to comprehend the teenage psych, still. “Yeah.” Her face slowly fell, “I used to tell her about how much fun I had when I did it. Well, she thought that sounded like an adventure.” The crack in her voice became more evident as she spoke. “She thought...”

“Donna, hey,” Again, the gruffer voice spoke up. “Whatever happened, it's not your fault.”

“That's what Doug keeps telling me, but...” She let out a sigh as her eyes watered. Emotion winning out over logic. “I can't help but to think-”

“Just focus on the case,” Sam told her. She sent a solid nod, taking the advice.

“Doug here?” The concerned question came from Dean, again.

“Yeah, he's in there. Talking to the locals,” The gesture towards the impound's garage had heads turning that way.

“I'll go check in,” He stuck his hands in his trench coat pockets before heading towards the building.

“I'm coming with you,” You spoke up as you shimmied after him. Placing a comforting squeeze on Donna's arm before you'd taken off after the bow legged gait. “I could try a location spell-”

“You're going to take it easy,” Was the firm order, cutting off the suggestion you'd offered the moment you were out of ear shot. When your footsteps ended, he sighed. Realizing his mistake. Slowly, he turned back around. Face coated in shame. “You're still weak, Y/N. I don't want you overdoin' it... that's all.”

“While I get what you're saying? I can't help but to think it's a fast way to getting answers,” You moved forward, taking in the room around you. A dark haired, vested man was talking to two brown clad officers to the side of the vehicle.

“Fast answers do us no good if you end up defenseless.” You hated that he had a point. Frowning, you brushed it off. Only zeroing back in when Dean spoke up a second time. “You see something on that tire?” Nodding, you both leaned in to inspect the cross that was embedded in the thick rubber.

“Hey! What are you doin'?” A loud voice called out, approaching with heavy footsteps.

“Oh,” Dean stood upright, motioning towards the car, “I- we, um...” All eyes zeroed in on the pair of you.

“I asked you a question, son. You and the little gal.” The condescending voice made your back stiffen. You weren't the only one.

“First off, I'm not your son.” Dean was on the prowl, turning dangerous instantly. Testosterone and anger a deadly combination. For once, you found yourself admiring the dark tilt of the head as he slunk forward. “Second-”

“Whoa,” The man in the vest approached, quickly, to divert the situation at hand. You were almost disappointed. Wanted Dean to finish what he'd started. Bloodlust wasn't your usual. It should have been startling, but you hadn't exactly been yourself those past few weeks. “Whoa, easy.” A nervous chuckle followed as he stepped between the small war at hand. “Agent Clegg, this is Agent Savage, FBI...And...I don't know who she is.”

“She's with me, Doug.” All that was needed to be said. Or rather, all he was offering.

“Oh? Company man.” The man who had been introduced had a pinched up face and grey hair. Somehow, even then, he managed to sound insincere. You decided that you didn't like him on principal. “Wow, you should've told me.”

“Well, I didn't get the chance,” The alpha tone in Dean's voice couldn't be denied. Letting the shorter man know exactly who was in charge. A sarcastic smile drawing across his face.

“Uh huh,” Came the brisk response. Agent Clegg didn't like that. He was a Beta with a desire for the power an Alpha could wield. Knocking one down a peg seemed like the best way to go about that goal. “And what field office are you out of?” Your eyes narrowed on the villain of the moment. “I'm just curious who I should call about you walking through my crime scene.”

“Prick,” You coughed into your hand, before batting your eyes up at the narrowed gaze. You were just calling it how you saw it. Dean bit back his snort and focus at the task at hand.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” He smoothed over, ignoring the way you huffed in the background. “Uh, I'm not here on official business. The victim, she's family.” Doug turned towards Dean in disbelief as the lie unfolded. “She's my cousin, so I'm just here to get some answers.”

“Oh,” That seemed to deflate the ego momentarily. He turned to Doug, waiting for a comment. Nothing came forward. “I can respect that.”

“Doubtful.” Only Dean seemed to hear you, stepping back just far enough to step on your toes in warning.

“All right,” The ego-maniac gave in. “Come on, I'll fill you in.”

“Yeah,” He moved to follow the Agent, until a hand blocked his chest.

“Sorry,” The other beta in the room looked nervous when the hard green eyes turned to him. “You and Donna are related?”

“Yeah,” Came Dean's choked response paired with a forced smile. As if asking how he'd never known that.

“So, you were in Sioux Falls a couple of weeks ago At the family reunion?” The question sounded more like an interrogation than you cared for.

“I was there,” He managed after a moment of pause. Realizing the story the woman had come up with to appease her lover. A rough chuckle left him, then, “Yeah.”

“Donna said it was a pretty wild time,” Doug laughed with Dean. Searching for details in the only way he knew how.

“It was wild,” Was the Alpha's response, sounding as pained as he felt. “Absolutely.”

“The understatement of the year,” You spoke up, wrapping around Dean's arm. Leading him away from the conversation. “Unfortunately, we have more pressing matters at hand.” A motion towards the agent was all that was needed to get everyone in gear.

“Now, this is where we found it,” Clegg pointed at a dot on the map once everyone gathered. Just beside the small orange car that rested on the lined paper. “This is an older stretch of highway, mostly used by long-haul truckers.” His hands tucked into his dress pants pockets. “There's no patrols to stop the speeders.”

“So, who found the car?” Sam asked while you took in the spread in the background. Enthralled that the crime maps were a real thing. Sticky notes, images, and red yarn covered the board in the back.

“Troopers got an anonymous tip,” The man bounced on his toes, looking none too happy about that.

“Well, that's convenient.” Dean frowned deep.

“Yeah, fits with the pattern, though.” The older gentleman pointed out, making you look back to the board behind him.

“Pattern?” Sam needed more clarification on that.

“They think its part of something bigger,” Doug answered, making himself the focal point for a moment. “And Wendy's not the only one.”

“Hence that,” Your finger pointed out where you'd been staring.

“We found evidence that suggests she was targeted by a serial abductor,” Clegg continued, nodding with your assessment. Doug's hand patted Donna's back in comfort as the evidence unraveled. “Now that spike we found on the tire? That's classic Butterfly.”

“Sorry? Butterfly?” Dean beat you to it. It was arguably one of the worst names for a villain you'd ever heard.

“That's what we- what I call him,” Was the correction. Good cop appeared to be working alone on this one. He turned around to point out each point on the map that had been behind his back. “He's got kind of a migrating pattern.” His hand followed the red, yarn lines downwards, “Now, in the winter? He makes his way southward. Targeting people that are traveling alone; people who won't be missed.” The trail went back up the map, “Then, in the summer? He turns around and he heads back north.”

“Now, what about the victims?” You spoke up, looking at each and every face that was planted on the board.

The man's eyes turned to Donna, who was still standing strong, “Go on.”

“They disappear,” The answer wasn't helpful in the slightest. The blonde's lips twisted a bit at that. “We've never even found a body.”

“So...maybe they aren't, you know, gone gone.” Doug tried to improve the mood around the room. A breathy chuckle at the end. The less than positive looks coming his way made him back down.

“Maybe,” Clegg conceded, but no one truly bought it. “Look, having you all here is not standard operating procedure,” Donna's arms crossed stubbornly as the man talked, “but if you wanna help...” He trailed off, leaving the option open. “Now, I've been chasing this psycho for the last twelve years. I could use all the help I can get.”

Dean turned to Sam, reading his brother's shake of the head before he responded, “Okay, we're in.” The warning had been ignored, earning a frown from the younger of the two.

“Maybe a fresh perspective is what you need to catch this freak,” You gave in. More so for Donna's sake than anything. You were still sore from the earlier treatment. But, perhaps there was some room for redemption.

Back at the motel, you sat across from Dean at the table, toweling your hair as he fiddled with an old radio. You'd been given permission to take the first shower while the brothers grabbed dinner and set up for the night. Sam walked by, glancing at the scene before moving over to the closet, “No one uses CB radios anymore.”

“All that smoky saw was my rubbers,” The phrase came through the static, making your brow quirk a bit.

“No one except truckers,” Dean pointed out proudly. You glanced up as Sam started tugging off his trench coat. “Breaker, breaker one-nine,” The deep voice drawled into the microphone. “This is sixty-seven, the Midnight Rider. Looking for the four-one-one on my Alice in Wonderland.”

“Wo-ho,” The voice from before spoke up through the radio, “Midnight Rider. Sounds like that piece ran out on you.” The green eyes glanced up your way made you freeze for a moment. He was surely thinking of the 'piece' that had run out on him. Before you could get too tangled up in that one, they were gone. You turned back to Sam, watching the meticulous way the coat was pressed to the hanger.

“She's redhead, brown sedan,” The button was pressed in as Dean talked. “She's family.” The static hissed again as the suit jacket left the strong back in front of you, revealing the wrinkled white dress shirt. The material stretched out and the softened as Sam's muscles bunched. “Breaker, breaker, anyone?”

“Hot diggity,” The words turned you away from your own little strip show in disgust. “I'll find your Alice. She'll be my family, too.”

Another laugh came through, making Dean's head shake, “Not if I get to her first.”

“Pigs,” You snorted out, rolling your eyes. Not that you were much better, peeping back to the show on the side. Your heat may have passed. But, being alone with the Winchsters in such close proximity was starting to get under your skin. You missed the barrier that Jack had safely provided. Hell, you just missed him in general.

“You see?” Sam couldn't help but to gloat a bit as the hanger clanked against the rod. “Told you.” The door shut with more force than necessary as the younger brother moved to the bed he'd claimed, “This is stupid.”

“It'll work,” Dean held out faith, ignoring his cranky sibling. “Dad used it all the time.”

“This isn't even our kind of case!” The tall man bit out; everything that had been stewing inside of him breaking free. “And you know, with the real Feds here? We should back down.”

“You're joking, right?” You frowned with Dean as you took in the antsy movements of the man in front of you.

“We're still fugitives,” That was a fair enough point. There was more risk than usual involved. However, Donna had helped bail all of you out of the Bad Place. Your bones would have been Godzilla and King Kong's love child's tooth picks if it wasn't for her and the other women.

“They think we're dead.” Not that it was the first time that had come out as false. Something that Sam had no problem pouncing on.

“Do you really wanna get on the FBI's radar, again?” You sure as hell didn't want to make it there in the first place.

Dean glanced your way before tossing down the mic as the conversation in the back continued, “Okay, so what do you want to do?” He leaned up more in his seat to get better eye contact. “Hm? You wanna call up Donna and say: ' Hey, sorry about your niece. These kinda things happen. Later.' And head back to the bunker so you can mope some more?”

“I'm not moping.” The appalled tone made you reach over for the tea you'd brought along. You were going to need all of the chamomile the world had stocked to remain calm if it kept up. “Y/N, tell him that I'm not moping!”

“Oh, no. We're not throwing a witch into the middle of a hunter throw down. Alpha hunters at that,” Your hand cut the air, symbolizing the end of that one. “I don't have a death wish. You two duke out whatever is goin' on between yourselves.”

The older brother had no problem following that order, “You got up at ten am this morning.” Sam's face pinched a bit at that. “Ten am.” Dean's hand brushed against the table as he talked, watching how his brother mentally rolled that off. “You. Mr. Rise and Freaking Shine.” With that, he was moving to his feet, heading towards his case of beer. “And then you turned down pancakes.”

“I wasn't hungry,” He said the words easily, almost proud in his dismissiveness. But his body was stiffening by the second. Sam tugged up his pant legs a bit before plopping down on his bed. An action that better fit a petulant child than a man topping six feet by four inches.

“They're pancakes,” The deadpanned look Dean gave as the top twisted said plenty. The carbon fizzled from the bottle. Filling the silence.. “You-”

He cut himself off as he took a step towards Sam. The younger brother's lips pulled back until his dimples showed through. One shoe was removed as he looked up to his mentor, looking almost gleeful that Dean was jumping his ass. You watched the exchange with interest.

“Look, I know you're in a dark place right now. Okay?” The irony of who was saying those words clicked in your mind, then. Suddenly, you understood the humor the younger brother carried on his face. “I mean, we just lost Jack. Mom is...” They didn't know. He moved on, avoiding that topic for the night. “I think about 'em, too. All the time.” Sam didn't seem to buy it as the shoe clattered onto the linoleum floor. “But, you can't let it eat you up.” In some level of your mind, you acknowledged that you had no part in the conversation. That you were better off taking a walk, and giving them space. But, hearing this side of Dean? You couldn't turn away if you wanted to. “Now, look. When I was...when I was broken up,” He continued the monologue while his brother began working on the other shoe. “You were there for me. Well, I'm here for you, now. And I'm telling you, the only way out of this is through.” Nothing. So, he kept going. “Now, when everything goes to hell... what do we do? We put our heads down and do the work.” Not the healthiest coping method, you acknowledged internally. “We'll find Jack. We'll save mom. We will.” His final point came home, then. “But right now, Donna needs our help.” Your eyes turned back to the radio as a woman's voice came across, calling for Dean's radio name. “Okay?” A slow nod was his answer before Sam turned away. With that, he moved back to his mic as the self proclaimed Felix the Cat called to him, again.“Ten- four, Felix. What do you got?” He set down his beer as he talked into the mic.

“Better we talk live, and in color. You mind meeting up?” Instantly, your mind went to the worst. Assuming that the information was a hoax. Dean's voice rumbled just right. You wouldn't have blamed the woman. “There's uh...there's a place off Gold Rush Byway. Just past mile marker nine-eighty.” You jotted down the words on the note pad beside you. “I'll roll through around noon.”

“It's a date. Over.” His eyes met yours, making sure you got it. You slid the paper his way. “All right.” The mic was dropped, and he turned back to Sam, Looking proud while stuffing his hand into his pocket. Silently gloating that he'd gotten a lead. “I'll go check that out tomorrow. Why don't you two hang back in case something else breaks?”

“Okay...look,” Sam started, blinking fast as he talked. A sigh leaving him. “Obviously, I'm here for Donna. Alright? I wanna help. And, I'm sure Y/N feels the same way.” You let out a noise that said it should never have been in question.

“I know you do,” Dean didn't hesitate in responding. As if he'd known what was coming. “So...let's find this son of a bitch.”

–

“You could have sent me with Sam,” You turned towards Dean in the Impala before it could stop. Taking in the plaid flannel and brown vest he was wearing. He looked like a damn lumber jack. Not that you minded. That was the problem. “Why didn't you?”

“Just thought that you'd want to take more car rides now that you aren't arfing your guts out,” He answered as if it were that simple; steering into the parking space.

It wasn't. Not even close. He didn't trust the state Sam was in. Dean didn't want you over exerting yourself. And to make sure it didn't happen, he kept you with him. That's all.

It had nothing to do with how your eyes had wandered the night before. Nothing to do with the form fitting, long sleeved, ivory colored, sweater dress you'd donned that veed down into your bust line. Stopping about mid-thigh. No, none of that mattered. Or, so he told himself.

Intricate lines traveled across the body of it, making one think of a corseted garb from the middle ages. The black tights peeked out from the rounded hem, just above the thigh high boots you wore. Your favorite crystal bobbed down into the material. A black pea-coat coat rested over your legs. The look reminded him of a modern white witch while keeping you comfortable in the cooler air.

“I don't believe you,” Your eyes squinted as you talked. His fingers were holding the steering wheel too tightly. “Why don't ya try again?”

“You're too damned nosy for your own good,” He muttered, slamming the car into park. “Look, Sam's in a bad place right, now. I don't want him to have to worry about you, too. That's it.”

“That's closer to it,” You made a point to search his eyes. Waiting for a tell. “Fine, I'll take that cheap ass answer. For now.”

“For now,” He mocked, getting out of his door roughly. All the while, muttering about how women could never just take what was offered.

“So, this girl of yours...” The voice that had emitted from the box the night before finally had a face moments later.

“Mhm, you saw her that night?” Dean rested with his arms on the table, while you leaned as far back in your seat as you could. Arms and legs both crossed as you listened. Inspecting the woman with wary eyes.

She was far better looking than the stereotype surrounding female truckers alluded to. Full red lips, mocha skin, curled hair that was pulled on top of her head with the edges shaved, and covered in denim. Edgy in all of the right ways.

“Yeah, twice.” She answered, easily. Playing with the edge of her cup. “Usually, I...I try to stay out of this sort of stuff. I just run my route and keep out of trouble. But...that night, that girl...” She sucked in her breath before letting out a sigh. “Like I said, I saw her twice.” Your head tilted at that one. Trying to piece together where the story was going. “Uh, once at a station off Highway twenty-six. And then later, I was driving off road eighty eighty and...” A sigh of regret left her. “I shouldn't have left her there.” The shame was palpable. “But, um...I was running behind schedule, and I just...Well, it's the only reason I even gassed up there. That place gives me the creeps.”

“And what's this place called?” You asked, tugging the small notebook out of your coat's pocket.

“Manny's Truck Stop Cafe.”

That night, you found yourself at the location with Dean, and Doug- who was forced to the back with once he appeared. One of the N's flickered on the sign above the small building. Weeds surrounded the edges. The place was a dump.

“Got that report you asked for,” Doug breathed out once he was out of the rain. His hood still resting over his head. He passed up the file he'd brought along. “Everything that's gone down at Manny's Truck Stop Cafe, lately.”

“And?” Dean demanded the brief as you both skimmed over the file.

A deep sigh left the man, “Couple of D and D's, four counts of public urination, but...”

“Nothing that screams secret hunting ground for a kidnapper,” The hunter huffed out, looking up at the building in frustration.

“Not exactly.” Dean's lips pursed at that, and he turned back to the reports. Searching for something. Anything.

“Can I ask you a question? About Donna?” You bit back the laugh at the wide eyed look Dean gave the man before agreeing warily. “Is she gonna be okay? I mean, I love Donna...” You could hear the but coming before it ever got there. “But, I've only known her for a couple of years, and this...I've never seen her like this.”

“I'm not sure what you mean,” The reports were closed as Dean turned away.

“I mean, she's barely talkin' to me. And we always talk.” Your lip was bleeding as you watched the Winchester's incredulous face turn back to the babbling fool in the back. If there was ever a man that shouldn't have answered questions about relationship struggles, it was Dean Winchester. The gaze of confusion when Doug claimed to discuss everything, yet only listed off superficial items had you using your knuckles to hold back the laugh. Even the hunter saw the problem, there. “This is a tough time, I know...but...I think she's hiding something from me.” Suddenly, you weren't laughing anymore. Before Dean got a chance to respond, Doug was shaking his head. Backtracking away from the conversation. “Any-hoo, forget it. It's probably nothing. I'm probably just spinning. It's nothing.”

A nervous chuckle left the man, making you feel almost sorry for him. He truly had no idea about Donna's other life. You'd be amazed if he'd ever taken the time to talk about something deep the way he rattled on.

“Doug, you're a good guy.” Hearing something like that from a man like Dean always boosted the confidence in a beta. “And you're gonna be there for Donna.” That sounded vaguely threatening. His protectiveness towards the people in his life shining through.

“You betcha.” The lesser man quickly agreed.

“So, you know...just...trust her.” A small, encouraging smile pulled at his full lips. “Okay?” The man nodded, and prepared to leave.

“Doug...when there's a crisis.” You spoke up, refusing to meet the green gaze that turned to look at you in the low light as you drew attention to yourself. “It's easy to forget that emotions can change people. Brings out different pieces of what's inside of them.” The man you were talking to drew his thick brows together. “Relationships...they aren't just talking about TV shows. And the people themselves? They're complex. She's different because she's scared. Hell, terrified for Wendy. Alright? This isn't about you. This isn't something for you to take personally.” He hardly looked like he was taking in what you were saying, but that didn't stop you. “This is something that could break her...be gentle.”

“That sounded like you were talking from personal experience,” Dean didn't start the car once you two were alone. Simply kept his eyes glued to your face. “You wanna talk about it?”

“A few weeks ago...I was a little...a little unfair,” You acknowledged, but your eyes never quite made their way to his. Instead, you focused just past his jaw line. “You were scared. Desperate, even. I knew that. It probably came off as me dismissing it...And...I'm...I'm sorry if it did.”

“Are you really apologizing to me?” His knuckles tapped your chin, forcing you to turn to him. “You were right, you know. The tongue lashing was more than justified. I was a dick to her, and I can't take that back.”

“Jack will help your mom over there,” You had no doubts about that. “So, at least it wasn't all in vain.” Kaia had done more good than she'd ever anticipated. Saving four lives in one world, and two in the other. “I don't want you carrying it all on yourself.”

“You want to carry a piece of that guilt?” He questioned, his eyes tightening. Hating that you would even dream of it. “You're the one who was on her side.”

“And there's a million things that I could have done differently to change that day, too.” A shaky breath left your lips as you turned your face away. “I try not to focus on that bit.”

“So...what do you focus on?”

“Trying to be as strong as she was,” Your head rocked side to side a bit at that. Wondering if it would ever come naturally to you. “When I left...I was terrified, Dean. I had no idea where I fit into anything. Then, out of nowhere comes this little girl... who literally died to help save all of us- to save me. Despite the fact I was trapped in the place that she feared the most...” Humbling was an understatement. “Something bad is going to hit, and I have no idea when. Or, where. Or, even who is involved. I can just feel it.” Your hand rubbed through your hair. “Now, we're trying to save another teenager...and I feel completely useless-”

“You're not useless,” He promised. Not letting you get another word of self doubt in. “You might've just saved Donna's relationship.” You laughed at that one. Making his own lip lift just a hair as he took in the sound. And then, all at once, he was back to serious. “You...you bring me back down to earth, too.” His hand slid along your cheek to cup it in his calloused hands. Making you face him. See the truth in his eyes. “You helped Jack when I was too wrapped up in my own head to give the kid a chance...You just need a little time-”

“I've had weeks, Dean...I don't need more time. I need to do something.” You were going to end up being completely reckless if you didn't expend the energy, somehow. Your eyes drifted down to his mouth. Speaking of reckless...

“You really want to do that locating spell?” His question caught you by surprise.

“No, I've got something a little different in mind.” His brow rose at that. “It's not something I've tried. But...what if I can get a hold of her?” Dean looked at you worriedly, afraid of the ramifications if he agreed.

“How?” Your lips pressed together. There were two possible reactions to what you were about to suggest. You only hoped that it would be positive...

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lost in love and time - chapter three

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CATCH UP - CHAPTER TWO

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: haunted mansion au - as the night wears on, things start to become even stranger, and where are Sam and Natasha?

warnings: none

words: 2162

a/n: hello everyone! sorry for my little absence from this series, but I am back and ready to write! please let me know if you think the jumps between scenes in this chapter are confusing because it’s something I want to continue doing for the rest of the series. anyway, please enjoy and have a fabulous day!

(this chapter does contain some dialogue from the movie, which I am not taking credit for)

There was only silence between the two as Pierce escorted Sam down the lonely halls of the mansion and towards the library. Despite the loneliness, the library was just as impressive as the dining hall, though slightly dusty and overflowed with hefty volumes of outdated volumes. By the time Sam processed all this, however, Pierce had disappeared before Sam could ask about Mr. Barnes’ whereabouts. Content to wait, Sam made himself comfortable in a cushioned chair behind the desk, which was scattered with books and old papers and ink stains here and there.

Next to the desk was an odd marble bust with a healthy coating of dust. Carefully, Sam inspected the bust and when he brushed the dust off top of the statue, its head fell backwards, though more like the hinge on a door. Worried that Sam had just destroyed some price heirloom, he rushed to push the head back into place, and found it did so with ease. Confused, he hesitantly pushed the head back again and saw that it hadn’t actually broken off. It was in that moment that Sam heard the whoosh of a door sliding and glanced over his shoulder.

Where there had once been a simple bookshelf, then transformed into a secret passage that opened to reveal a dark, damp, stone hallway that perhaps had been a servant’s entrance at one point. Against his better judgement, Sam walked towards the passageway and stepped inside to see if anyone or anything was there. As soon as Sam stepped through the passage, however, the door immediately closed behind him with a resounding thud, and Sam was thrown into pitch black darkness.

“Hey, let me out!” he shouted and turned to pound on the stone wall to no avail. Quickly, he fished his phone out his pocket, because while there was no way on earth his phone would pick up any service, the flashlight still worked just fine. The now illuminated hallway showed a seemingly endless hallway littered with cobwebs. “y/n, Nat. This is not funny.” Sam said, his voice hardening to conceal the fear he felt. “Mr. Barnes? I didn’t mean to go snooping through your things, you can let me out now.”

Again, met with silence, Sam decided that the only way he would find a way out would be to walk down the hallway and see where he ended up. While almost every nerve in his body screamed that this was a bad idea, Sam trudged on, praying that he would soon find an exit and that morning would come so the three of you could finally put this place behind you.

oOoOo

Thanking Steve for showing you to the room you would occupy for the night, he offered a small bow before he hurried back into the expansive corridors of the mansion. Alone in your room, you took the time to examine how the room had been furnished to be consistent with the rest of the design in the mansion. While the dated decorations and bedspread would have turned most people away, there was something appealing and, perhaps, familiar as you ghosted your hand over the mantle above the fireplace.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself unable to sleep, so you slid on your shoes and wandered into the hall, hoping that Sam and Natasha were close by. Because had Steve showed you to your rooms while Pierce had taken Natasha and Sam in the opposite direction, you weren’t sure how to get around. While the mansion was beautiful, it was massive and very easy to get lost in. Each time you turned down another hallway, you feared that you were simply making a circle and not actually headed anywhere.

You watched the bottoms of the doors, looking for light to illustrate if the room was occupied, but all of them were dark. The strange thing was, however, you swore you could here something moving behind some of the doors, but when you went to open them, you found them locked. At one point, you found yourself back in the front entrance you had first stepped in a few hours ago, and you sighed in defeat as you walked the semi-familiar path back towards the dining room.

Pushing the ornate doors open, you walked inside and saw that most of the dishes had been cleared and the large fire was dying down as the rain still pounded outside. However, those noises drowned out as the familiar, melodic tune found its way back to you once more, and it was only when you heard the clatter of plates behind you did you realize that you were not alone.

“Oh, Peggy.” you greeted with a smile as you waved at the woman you met at dinner. “Let me help you.” you said and began to help her pick up the fallen dishes.

“Really, it’s fine, Miss. y/l/n.” she said, though her eyes flittered nervously around the room. “What are you doing out of bed?

You shook your head with a slight chuckle. “Please don’t worry about all that ‘Miss” nonsense, just call me y/n. And, I couldn’t sleep, so I tried to find Sam and Nat, but ended up getting lost.” you admitted sheepishly.

Peggy tried to return your smile, but it come across forced as she stood up once more and attempted to collect her bearings.

“Are you alright?” you asked her and reached out to try and place a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Before you could, she stepped out of your reach and lowered her voice to a sharp whisper. “I’m alright, Miss- y/n.” she began. “But you and your friends must leave in the morning, right away.”

“Did we do something wrong?” you asked, a frown now on your face.

“No, but I fear that-“

“What is it you fear, Mrs. Rogers?” Pierce’s cold voice cut across the room and you watched Peggy stiffen with fear as Pierce crossed to stand next to her.

“Nothing, sir.” Peggy breathed shakily, glancing down at the floor.

Pierce shifted his gaze between the two of you for a few, tense moments before he nodded his head. “Then I suggest you return to the kitchen and tell that buffoon of a husband that I need to speak to him.”

Peggy nodded submissively, though you could see a fury burning under her skin, ready for the moment she could tell Pierce off, and you didn’t blame her. If Tony treated you a fraction of the way Pierce treated Peggy and Steve, you would quit without hesitation, but not before knocking him down a few pegs.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Pierce, but have you seen Sam or Natasha? I need to talk to them.” you finally spoke up, directing the butler’s full attention to you.

“Is that what you need Miss. y/l/n? Because I need the staff and guests of this manor to remember their place, or does that seem too difficult for you, you impertinent girl?” he growled, and your eyes widened in shock and fear. Just as suddenly as the outburst had come about, though, Pierce quickly returned to his cool, uninterested demeanor. “My apologizes, Miss. It has been a rather stressful evening.”

“O-of course.” you told him and subtly took a step back, unable to ignore the sinister feeling you got when he was around. “I’ll just return to my room then.”

Pierce looked surprised but let the matter drop. “Splendid.” he told you and stalked off to brood in another corner of the mansion.

oOoOo

As Sam walked along the stone passage, his flashlight illuminated a series of doors that he could not open from that side. It wasn’t until he felt as though he had been walking forever, that, finally, a door opened, freeing Sam from the secret passage. Closing the door behind him, Sam noticed the only option was to walk up a set of rickety, old stairs that led to another door. With a deep breath, he ascended the stairs and opened the door at the top, wincing at the loud creek that followed.

The next room Sam stepped into seemed to be the attic of the manor, filled with dozens of trunks that were stacked one on top of another and old portraits and other antiques that were covered in cobwebs and dust. “What is going on here?” Sam wondered out loud. With each new discovery, this mansion became stranger and stranger.

Suddenly, Sam heard the creak of floorboards and froze in his spot. He wasn’t sure who else would be up here, but he figured they wouldn’t appreciate that he was up there. In his attempt to make it back to the door unnoticed, Sam felt himself bump into a solid mass and let out a shout of surprise, that seemingly echoed throughout the attic.

“Sam? What are you doing here?” Natasha asked through grit teeth once she realized she wasn’t in any immediate danger.

“I’m was trying to get back to the room. What are you doing here?” he hissed back.

Natasha’s annoyed expression switched to one of genuine concern. “You were gone for so long that I thought something happened to you. I tried to find the library, but somehow ended up here.”

“Great! Now we’re both lost and stuck in the creepy-“ Sam began to rant before his voice trailed off as his eyes glanced around the room before they landed on an old portrait, partially hidden behind some boxes.

Natasha followed Sam’s line of sight in confusion as he walked to the portrait and carefully dragged it out so that they could get a better look. Both he and Natasha let out a gasp of surprise as they studied the subject of the painting and realized that she looked incredibly familiar – she looked like you.

“Neither of you should be here.” a voice spoke from behind Natasha and Sam causing the two of them to let out another shout of surprise.

Turning to look at who was now in the attic, Nat watched as Steve and Peggy walked closer to both her and Sam. “Okay, what the hell is going on, and why does that portrait look exactly like y/n?”

oOoOo

Once you were completely sure Pierce had walked away and wouldn’t catch you off guard again, you headed in a new direction, determined to find your friends. Eventually you stumbled into the library and called out. “Sam? Nat? Are you guys here?”

What you hadn’t expected was for Bucky to be sitting in one of the chairs, standing with a pile of books in his hands when you entered the room. “Oh, Mr. Barnes, I’m sorry I didn’t know you were in here. I was just looking for my associates.” you said, trying to hold onto any sense of professionalism.

“I thought I already told you to call me Bucky.” he reminded you with a wink. “Though, I am sorry, I have not seen your friends. I was just trying to tidy up before Pierce has a chance to yell at me for keeping a messy study.”

A smile crossed your face at Bucky’s action, though it was hard to keep the resentment out of your voice when you spoke of the butler. “He does seem the type of person to keep everyon-everything in its place.”

“Yes, he does come across that way.” Bucky admitted, glancing down at the books he held. “But he has been there for me my whole life, almost like a father to me.”

There was a moment of silence as Bucky glanced up and stared at you in adoration until your curiosity couldn’t hold off any longer. “Bucky, do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“Anything.” he whispered and set the books to the side to step closer to you.

“This house is beautiful and as you’ve mentioned it’s been in your family for generations. It must be like a home to you. Why do you wish to sell it?”

It took a moment for Bucky to respond as he chose his word carefully. “These walls are filled with so many memories. Some of them very painful.” he told you and you could see the sorrow in his eyes. “Why don’t I show you?” he offered and held out his arm for you to take.

There was a moment of hesitation, but even though you had only known Bucky for a short time, you already felt safe around him. Accepting his invitation, you linked your arm with his, and when your arms touched, you let out a quiet gasp at the sudden and intense feeling of safety and familiarity. For the briefest second, there was a flash of Bucky and a woman you seemed to know – almost like a memory. Then, just as quickly as it had come to you, the flashback and the sensation died down.

“It’s alright. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Bucky reassured you with a smile that you returned before he began to lead you off.

oOoOo

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Falcon and Winter Soldier Episode 4- My Thoughts

Okay. I have no idea what to expect now. As always, spoilers under the cut.

This episode shook things up by starting off with a flashback, involving the time Bucky spent in Wakanda after the events of Civil War. It’s the moment where Shuri managed to remove the Winter Soldier programing from Bucky’s brain, and Ayo is personally performing a test to make sure the procedure was truly successful. As many people have already discussed, this whole scene was masterfully done. As Ayo is reciting the Winter Soldier Activation Words, Bucky’s utter fear of relapsing is tangible in his face and voice. But as the test continues, the fear in Bucky’s face slowly is replaced by disbelief and elation. Because he’s realizing the Winter Soldier Activation Words aren’t affecting him anymore. But it’s not until Ayo directly tells him that he’s finally free that he fully lets himself believe it, and he breaks down crying from the joyful relief. Anyone who tries to claim that Sebastian Stan isn’t a phenomenal actor has clearly never watched this scene.

Of course, this flashback ends up being immediately contrasted to the present day scene, where Ayo is confronting Bucky in Latvia over the issue of him helping break Zemo out of prison. We saw in the flashback that Ayo was the one who personally tested Bucky to ensure he was freed from the Winter Soldier programing, which suggests they had a personal bond. But now, that bond has been damaged because of the whole issue with Zemo. I fully understand why Ayo is angry about this. After all, she’s not only part of the Dora Milaje, but she’s the second in command of that band of elite warriors. As such, her first priority will always be to Wakanda and it’s throne. And we all remember that Zemo was directly responsible for the death of the late King T’Chaka, so it’s natural that he’d be considered their enemy. Plus, while it’s been a while since I saw Civil War, I think it was Ayo who was supposed to be protecting King T’Chaka at the time of the UN bombing. If it was, that would further explain why she’s so miffed, because she must feel like she’d failed in her duty to protect him because of Zemo’s actions. (And, in a way, Zemo’s actions in Civil War probably also led to the events of Black Panther. Because without King T’Chaka’s death, there might not have been that power struggle between T'Challa and Killmonger.) But now, Bucky assisted Zemo’s escape from prison. The same Bucky who the people of Wakanda had taken in, cared for and helped get his life, identity and autonomy back. Yeah, I can see why Ayo would take this personally. Bucky really should have checked in with them before doing what he did. Granted it was a spur of the moment decision and he probably didn’t have the time to contact them in order to give them a heads up about it, but the point still stands. Still, when Bucky explains he needs Zemo to finish his current mission in stopping the Flag Smashers, Ayo reluctantly agrees to give Bucky a mercy period of eight hours. At which point the Dora Milaje will return in order to take Zemo into their custody.

After Ayo leaves, Bucky rejoins Sam and Zemo, and they begin discussing the issue of Karli and the Flag Smashers. Sam says that he wants to try reasoning with Karli in order to come up with a peaceful solution. Because he understands where she’s coming from in regards to how she clearly feels the world is not listening to her people and properly addressing their needs. But he doesn’t agree with her methods of fighting. Zemo, however, doesn’t think it’s possible to reason with Karli because of her taking the Super Soldier Serum. His argument seems to be that everyone who has ever taken the Super Soldier Serum gets corrupted in some way. The only exception to that rule was Steve Rogers, but Zemo points out there has never been another Steve. (Interestingly, when he says this, the camera seems to focus on Sam. I wonder if that was an intentional decision or just a lucky accident.) And yes, they also don’t really acknowledge the fact that Bucky didn’t become a Super Soldier voluntarily. Unlike Steve and the Flag Smashers, he wasn’t given a choice in the matter. But I guess that’s beside the point.

To be honest, I’m not exactly sure what Zemo’s goal is right here. Because he does seem to be sticking around with Sam and Bucky, even though he had a few chances to give them the slip. But at the same time, this is still Zemo. And he seems to have a major grievance against Super Soldiers and all enhanced individuals. Which probably explains why he’s sticking around, considering the mission involves the Flag Smashers, who all injected themselves with the Super Soldier Serum. But is he eventually planning to try and take down Bucky, too?

In any event, the trio decide their best chance of getting Sam his opportunity of sitting down and talking with Karli is at the funeral of that woman who we saw die in the last episode. Because this woman was apparently well-loved by the community. (Side note, I shared Bucky’s confusion when Sam begin talking about his TT. I have never heard that particular slang word for aunt before. Is this a regional/cultural thing?) They do manage to determine the location of this funeral thanks to Zemo, who manages to gain the trust of this one little girl by offering her some Turkish Delight. The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe vibes aside, that was a pretty good idea. I don’t even remotely like this guy, but I can admit he’s smart. But them, when they’re on the way to the funeral, John Walker pops up, being his usual likable self. He argues with Sam for a bit over Sam’s intention to try talking with Karli in the hopes of coming to a peaceful resolution, which contradicts with Walker’s plan of just apprehending her. Thankfully, Lemar Hoskins is able to convince Walker to at least try giving Sam a chance.

After the funeral, Sam approaches Karli and begins to talk with her, utilizing his skills as a councilor and therapist of war vets. And he’s actually starting to get through to her. But then, Walker botches it all up. Because he just couldn’t give Sam the ten minutes he requested and barges in to arrest her. Which results in Karli thinking that the whole thing was just a setup and throwing all of Sam’s progress with her out the window. Karli and the other Flag Smashers end up getting away, but in the process, Karli had a brief run-in with Zemo. And their confrontation resulted in Karli accidently dropping the vials of Super Serum she’d been carrying around in her fanny pack. Zemo, going along with his whole shtick of enhanced individuals must go, starts to destroy the vials. But while he’s doing so, Walker comes up and knocks him out with the Shield. And that’s when Walker sees that there’s only one vial of Super Serum remaining. Unbeknownst to Sam and Bucky, he secretly ends up pocketing the vial before they arrive on the scene.

Sometime later, they’re all back at that apartment(?) where Bucky, Sam and Zemo have been crashing in Latvia. Walker decides enough is enough, and he’s going to return Zemo to his cell in Germany. But that’s when Ayo and the other Dora Milaje appear. It seems that the eight hours that Ayo gave Bucky are up, and they’ve also come for Zemo. Of course, Walker, being the arrogant moron he is, is rather dismissive towards the Dora Milaje, trying to claim that they don’t have jurisdiction there. Which leads to Ayo stating her epic line, of how the Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever they are.

https://youtu.be/jG8u1UdD-T0

When Walker proceeds to neglect to show the proper respect towards Ayo and the rest of the Dora Milaje, despite Sam’s urging to not start anything with them, Ayo proceeds to put him in his place by giving him the beatdown he deserves. And I really like how Bucky seemed content to just sit back and watch it happen, embodying the viewing audience in the process. (His ‘looking strong, John’ was just so wonderfully snarky.) Eventually though, Sam gets Bucky to step in.

Of course, that leads me to the part where Ayo reveals she can detach Bucky’s vibranium arm with just two moves. Which seems to be a pretty polarizing moment in this episode. Okay, I acknowledge that this whole situation is extremely complicated. And as I stated earlier, I fully appreciate that Ayo is feeling particularly betrayed by Bucky’s actions in assisting Zemo’s escape from prison without discussing it with the Wakandans first. That being said? DUDE! I know it’s easy to forget sometimes, but the fact remains that Bucky is an amputee. A man with a physical disability. You don’t up and remove a disabled man’s prosthetic limb without his consent! What’s wrong with you? It’s the same as going up to a deaf person and ripping out their hearing aid, or taking away someone’s wheelchair!

Also, it’s possible I missed something about this scene, but the way it was set up doesn’t make a lot of sense. I didn’t see anything to suggest that Bucky and Sam were attempting to prevent the Dora Milaje from leaving with Zemo. If Walker hadn’t started trying to throw his weight around, they probably would have allowed it without an argument. Bucky only intervened in the ensuing fight in order to dissolve the situation. And when he stepped in, it almost looked as if Ayo was preparing to make a killing blow. Which is way extreme because, while Walker is an arrogant, smug prat and deserved to get knocked down a few pegs, at this point, he hadn’t really done anything to warrant getting impaled by a spear. Yeah, I get Ayo and the other Dora Milaje are undoubtedly super angry right now because of the whole Zemo thing and tempers are running high. But at the same time, that fact alone means they really shouldn’t be acting rashly. Oh, at it gets better. Because while everyone was distracted by all the fighting, Zemo slips into the bathroom and manages to escape by moving the bathtub aside and slithering away down the drain like the snake he is. (Exactly how big are the pipes in Latvia?) So because of all this fighting, Zemo is now roaming around free somewhere, and the Dora Milaje have to leave without him. I repeat, I fully get this is a complicated, complex situation, and I understand where they’re coming from. But perhaps if the Dora Milaje didn’t start fighting with Bucky and Sam when they stepped in to interfere with Walker’s well-deserved beatdown, maybe Zemo wouldn’t have gotten away. Just saying, they were doing a pretty good job of keeping Zemo on a leash up until now.

So anyway, in the aftermath of this fight, you see Walker starting to have a mental breakdown. Because he is completely flabbergasted that he was effortlessly taken down by the Dora Milaje. Because while they are unquestionably highly skilled and trained warriors, they are still completely ordinary people. Not a single one of them have been injected with the Super Serum. So how is he supposed to manage going up against the Flag Smashers, who are Super Soldiers? (It’s also possible that Walker’s despondency over this is partially fueled by him having sexist and xenophobic viewpoints, considering the Dora Milaje are all African women, but that’s open to interpretation.) While he and Hoskins are sitting at a diner somewhere, Walker, clearly thinking about the fact that he has the last vial of Super Serum, asks Hoskins if he would take the Super Serum if he had the chance. Hoskins states he would take it. Which is clearly meant to parallel an earlier scene, where Zemo asked Sam if he would take it if it was ever offered. Because Sam stated he wouldn’t without hesitation. Which once again further cements the fact that Steve made the right choice in choosing Sam as his successor. (It’s also evident by the fact that Sam is the one trying to find a peaceful resolution with the Flag Smashers, while Walker is simply trying to charge in and simply take them out.)

Things come to a head when Karli actually calls up Sam’s sister, Sarah, and directly threatens her and her kids in order to give Sam an incentive to meet with her again. So Sam, with Bucky accompanying him, suits up as Falcon in order to confront her. Karli attempts to try and convince Sam to join up with her, but Sam still insists that, while her goal is honorable, there’s a better way to fight without resorting to violence (such as blowing up buildings with innocent people inside). But once again, Walker mucks it all up. Because, Sam is then contacted by Sharon Carter. Who seems to be able to track Walker via satellite? Which seems to contradict something she said earlier about not having access to satellites, unless I misheard that line. Yeah, Sharon is kinda shady in this episode. If the fan theory that she’s actually the Power Broker turns out to be right, I won’t be that shocked. In any event, it seems that either Walker and Hoskins ended up going after the Flag Smashers again or Karli’s meeting with Sam was just a diversion to keep Sam and Bucky out of the way while the Flag Smashers tried to go after Walker in order to kill him. I’m not sure which it was. But regardless, Sam and Bucky immediately go off to try and find Walker before it’s too late, with Karli also running off to join the fight.

Here, it’s one big action sequence, with Bucky, Sam and Walker fighting against Karli and the Flag Smashers. Hoskins eventually joins in the fight as well (he was absent from the start of the fight because he was jumped by some of the Flag Smashers and was briefly tied up in a bathroom somewhere until he managed to free himself). But in the mist of the battle, Karli ends up either kicking or punching Hoskins into a stone pillar with full Super Soldier strength. And the impact apparently snaps Hoskin’s spine, killing him instantly.

Okay! I was seriously not expecting them to kill Hoskins off like that! And it’s a shame, too. Because while I barely knew Hoskins, he still seemed like an okay guy. At least he was the one who, however briefly, convinced Walker to at least try to give Sam a chance to talk to Karli. Which indicated he wasn’t as gung-ho and impulsive as Walker is. Unfortunately, it seems that Hoskin’s death was the breaking point for Walker, because he immediately snaps. And while Bucky and Sam go after Karli when she makes a break for it, Walker goes right for the other Flag Smashers. He quickly corners the Flag Smasher called Nico, who I think was Karli’s right-hand man, in the middle of a crowded square. And, in full view of everyone, mercilessly murders Nico with the Shield. And he is showing no reaction to the fact that the onlookers are all staring at him in shock and horror, or even that some people were filming him with their camera phones. He simply straps the Shield, which is now covered with blood, onto his arm. And that’s where the episode ends.

Well, crap! That’s a rather dark note to end the episode on. Clearly, Walker is unstable. And I have no idea what the final two episodes of this show will be like. The even more chilling aspect is that, while it’s not explicitly stated, it’s implied that Walker might have already taken the Super Serum! And this show of rage and aggression was the result of it. After all, as Dr. Erskine had said way back when, the Serum elevates everything. Good becomes great, but bad becomes worse. And Walker was clearly undergoing a phycological breakdown to begin with. So if he’s taken the Super Serum (like we were probably supposed to assume he did when he effortlessly bent a metal pole like a pretzel during the last battle scene with the Flag Smashers), then he must be REALLY unstable now! And now, the Shield, the very symbol of Captain America (which is tied to Steve Roger’s legacy), is now tainted by a bloodstain. Again, I have no idea where the show plans to go from here on in.

Speaking of the Shield? On a closing note, I do have to address the fact that Bucky once again scolded Sam for giving away the Shield in the first place. *Sigh* Okay. Bucky? I love you, man. You’re my favorite character in the MCU so far (apart from Goose, of course). But you really need to stop blaming Sam for this. Because Sam didn’t give the Shield away like you’re suggesting. That’s not what happened. Sam donated the Shield to the Smithsonian, with the understanding that it would be kept there, as a monument to everything Steve Rogers did and stood for. It was the US Government who went behind Sam’s back and took back the Shield in order to hand it over to Walker. Sam didn’t know they were going to do that until after the fact. Yes, Bucky has every right to be mad about what happened. His feelings are justified and valid. (Particularly if they end up revealing what I think they’re going to reveal.) But he’s taking it out on the wrong person. And he really does owe Sam an apology.

#falcon and winter soldier #falcon and winter solider series

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sativaasiren · 3 years

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Pairing: HawksxReader

Genre: hurt/angst

Summary: The dark side to dating a pro hero, and the secrets that divide. Reader has to find the courage to leave a one sideded relationship with Hawks. Inspired by “Tolerate it” by Taylor Swift.

Notes: This came to me one night so I had to get it all out while I remembered it. Might edit the story later and add more detail if I find it’s not fleshed out enough. For best effect, listen to “Tolerate It” by Taylor Swift while reading this fic!

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*I sit and watch you reading with your head low. I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed. I sit and watch you.*

(Y/N) was up late, writing furiously with reckless abandon. Things were probably illegible and impossible to read but she didn’t care. She had to get things on paper now while the feelings were spilling out. It was finally time.

*I notice everything you do or don’t do. You’re so much older and wiser and I..*

(Y/N) closed her eyes and thought back to all the memories, both wonderful and painful, trying to piece together how her loving relationship with everyone’s favorite #2 Pro Hero Hawks had soured into a resentful mess. She had been thinking about leaving for months, but today felt right. It was time.

(Y/N) chewed the skin off her lower lip while she started to share her side to their story with him through the letter on the desk. He was asleep in the other room, passed out on the small couch in their bedroom, and it gave her the chance to process in the silence.

*I wait by the door like I’m just a kid. Use my best colors for your portrait. Lay the table with the fancy shit. And watch you tolerate it. *

It wasn’t always this way. Keigo tried at first. He was always fond of big romantic gestures and small acts of servitude when he got home from a mission. You were always relieved when he came home safely, even if it was covered in bandages and hardly able to walk.

Hawks loved you in the best way he could, but it was not something he could maintain. He was not equipped to have a long term meaningful connection with another person, he didn’t even know how. Over time, he wouldn’t come home with flowers after a large mission away, he came home with a limp wave and headed straight for bed silently.

(Y/N) squeezed her hands into fists, forcing her tears back from spilling onto the paper. If she let herself feel too much, she wouldn’t be able to stop and she would be damned before letting him see evidence of your love on this letter. He can’t know you’re fighting the urge to stay. A bad relationship with Keigo was better than the bile that rose in your throat at the idea of seeing him with another woman, even if it might be too late for that.

Hawks seemed done with you too. You knew he had to be feeling the same as you. He never touched you anymore, not even when you tried to initiate some late night sex as a melatonin replacement. (Y/N) would spend her time at work and her time at home spent alone panicking. Was he with someone else? Why was he never home? He didn’t kiss me goodbye this time, is he coming back?

*If it’s all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow. I know my love should be celebrated. But you tolerate it. *

(Y/N) had really gone above and beyond to win Keigo’s affection, playing hard to get and rebuffing his early advances. You had met him completely by chance. You had been running late on your way to work and jogging wasn’t fast enough to get you there on time. You took a sharp right into the alley between an old house and a quick mart. You should have been paying attention to where you were headed but had taken a brief glance down at your feet. It was just long enough for you to collide head-first into someone. The man grunted and took a fumbled step backwards.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m running so late!”. (Y/N) brushed at her soft blouse to push off any dust that might have gathered from the collision.

“Would you want a lift?” His voice struck a chord within her chest, resonating inside of her, but it was only a second before she connected the voice to the man. “You’re Hawks”.

He chuckled at your very astute observation. “I am. Do you want a lift?”

Who were you to say no to a ride with a pro hero and the fan favorite one at that? He wasn’t so bad to look at, but you had kept your gaze off of him. You knew once you started staring, you’d never stop. “Yeah, I’ll need one if I want to be on time”

Hawks didn’t wait for you to second guess your decision, he scooped you into his arms and jumped into the air. You suppressed a small scream in your throat. The scene in front of you caught your attention completely, the sky had never looked so beautiful before. The world felt small below you. You looked up to see Hawks laughing at your reaction. You were wearing all your emotions on your face and he loved every second of it. You were so beautiful with the wind in your hair and he wanted to make you smile. Hawks clutched on tighter and spun you through a loop. You grabbed the front of his jacket tightly and squeezed your eye shut and he kept laughing. Hawks started to descend. “Tell me which building is yours” he shouted over the wind.

You feebly pointed to the dark gray building on the corner. A small office that focused on finance, it was a simple job that paid your bills. Hawks lowered slowly to the ground and set you on the cement sidewalk. “Here we are!” Hawks was beaming at you, ignorant to the gathering fans scrambling to get a picture, entirely enraptured by you. “I gotta go but maybe I could give you another ride sometime, kid. See you around”. He saluted you with two fingers to the temple and headed boldly into the crowd. You stood still, watching him fade from view. Your heart was pounding, from the flying, you told yourself. Just the flying. You ran inside for work, couldn’t get another ride if you lost this job now could you?

Hawks met you outside of your office every single day that week, waiting for the chance to fly you home. You managed to refuse every day this week but your resilience was fading. How could anyone say no to him? He melted the hearts of every woman he spoke to and you were no exception. His goofy grin, the snarky comments, he seEmed so carefree and perfect. You punched out of your shift and headed for the front door, sure enough, he was waiting for you.

“Need a ride, kid?” He leaned forward with his hands in his pockets, watching your every movement keenly.

“I’m not sure. Do I?” You loved messing with him. You felt powerful, knowing that a refusal was uncommon in his daily life. He needed to be knocked down a few pegs and you were overjoyed to do it.

“I think maybe you do. It’s getting dark out and you shouldn’t be walking these streets alone.”

You pretended to be weighing out the options and once you felt you had toyed with him enough, you agreed. Hawks walked over and scooped you into his arms once again. All you could smell was his cologne and his warmth was so distracting. This time; you were more focused on him than the sky. He noticed. “You’re gonna have to tell me where you live, if that’s okay with you”.

You rolled your eyes and shouted the street address, resisting the urge to lie and get more time with him by giving a fake address. He nodded without looking down at you and made his way across town. After a few minutes, the ride was coming to an end. Your house was within eyesight and you secretly begged him to stay. Hawks headed down to the balcony on your place and gently landed next to the small white patio set. “Here were are. I’m going to have to start charging you cab fare , kid”

You gently smacked his chest as you got out of his grasp and regained your sense of motion. “Cab fare? If you start charging me, I’m going to want more than a one way ride”.

Hawks exhaled through his nose and leaned in toward your face. “What do you want?”

You reached out and grabbed the sides of his face, gently caressing his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “What’s on the table?”.

Hawks returned the gesture by pulling your waist into his and kissing you softly on the lips. You pulled him into the kiss harder, tugging on the back of his head. He almost tasted sweet. His hands pawed at your hips through your clothing, taking your shape in. “That.”

That was almost 2 years ago now. It all seems so vivid and fresh in your memory. You’ve had Keigo on the same beautiful pedestal the entire relationship, the only art piece in your soul museum. He was everything. You made sure he knew that he was everything.

Keigo would leave on missions for 2-3 weeks at a time but you cleaned the house and kept things orderly for his return. You had stocked the house to the brim his favorite foods, bought small tokens of love that reminded you of him, and always made a hot meal hoping that today would be the day he came home.

As time passed, his enthusiasm for you faded. He looked almost sad to see you as his only welcome party after a particularly brutal battle. He was keeping secrets and Keigo knew that if he got close to you again, they would be found out. He’d rather come home to the girl he fell out of love with than to no one at all. Every mission had a hidden conquest, a one night stand, a warm body. He lost track of all the women and sometimes men he would bury his sorrow into. Nothing could fill the void in his heart, it had been there for so long, there was no fixing it. Hawks didn’t know how to fully love anyone including himself. He imitated those around him but it was fake. Hawks faked everything to match those around him. Blend in, do what they do, and maybe the feelings will follow.

You suspected he was hiding things. It took a lot of work to get a two sided conversation out of him. He was lying, even on points that didn’t need to be lied about. Losing track of what you knew and didn’t know, and hedging his bets.

“Do you even miss me when you’re gone doing God knows what?”

The words slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to plot out where you wanted this statement to go.

Hawks looked up at you from across the room and returned his gaze to the warm coffee in his hands, still steaming. “Only sometimes”

You thought you could handle this but you couldn’t. You stormed out and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Sliding down onto your knees and clutching the marble countertop, you crumbled.

*I greet you with a battle hero’s welcome. I take your indiscretions all in good fun. I sit and listen. I polish plates until they gleam and glisten*

(Y/N) scribbled on the edge of the paper, trying to get the ink working again. The words kept coming and coming.

*I know my love should be celebrated. But you tolerate it.*

Hawks didn’t make it public knowledge but he drank, a lot. He would put on a big goofy grin and make jokes but they would start to get more pointed with every drink that followed. When he returned home from his last mission, he was already wavering and hammered. Keigo grabbed the doorframe to help himself inside and made his way to the couch. He didn’t even acknowledge you, nor the dinner you had set waiting for him.

“Keigo, I made dinner if you’re hungry?” You tried to ignore the foul smell of alcohol coming from him when he walked past you. It bothered you but you didn’t have the strength to fight today. You missed him. Why were you still missing him?

“I’m only home for a few minutes before i’m going back out. I have plans”. You grabbed at your wrist, holding back choice words and jealous thoughts. You didn’t want to scare him off.

“Oh okay, I was hoping to spend time with you today. Maybe later then?”

Keigo didn’t reply, just exhaled loudly. He knew you were being a regular girlfriend, but it bothered him. He was tired of this game they were playing, it had been going on for too long. Hawks sat up when his phone started to buzz on the coffee table. He snagged it up and looked at the message lightning fast and made his way back to the front door.

You shakily reached out towards his back and retracted your hand before he saw. “I love you, Keigo. Please be safe”

Keigo slowly smiled at you and replied with his usual comment. “Love you too, kid. I’ll see ya later”

*While you were out building other worlds, where was I? Where’s that man who’d throw blankets over my barbed wire? I made you my temple, my mural, my sky. Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life. *

This routine had gone on for months, and you were complicit. It hurt less to know that Hawks wasn’t in love with you anymore and stayed with him than it would be to leave him behind. Keigo was everything to you. He was your protector, your knight, your hero, and he wanted to retire. You were selling yourself for a few pieces of silver and it was finally enough.

*Drawing hearts in the byline. Always taking up too much space or time. You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I*

You were going to run out of paper soon. You hadn’t planned well enough for this sudden rush of passionate communication. Your feelings perfectly wrapped in a bow. You also knew that time was running short, he would need to wake soon for work and you wanted to be gone by then.

*I break free and leave us in ruins? Took this dagger in me and removed it? Gain the weight of you then lose it. Believe me, I could do it.*

Over the last 2 weeks, you had methodically packed up your things from your shared living space and brought it to the new one you started renting in secret. If Keigo could have secrets, so could you. All that remains were the straggling belongings you saved to keep up appearances but they’re all in the suitcase now. It was time.

*If it's all in my head tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow. I know my love should be celebrated. But you tolerate it*

(Y/N) dropped the pen softly onto the desk, leaving it with the scattered letter, and retreated from the room. She turned the corner towards the front door where her suitcase waited but hesitated. She wanted to say goodbye one last time. (Y/N) padded silently down to the bedroom at the end of the hall and slunk into the room. The tears she had been holding back this whole night came pouring out. Her courage was going to break. She clenched her fists and whispered softly “I love you, Keigo. Please be safe”. (Y/N) backed out of the room and returned to the door.

“Love you too, Kid. I’ll see ya later”. Keigo whispered to the empty room, wide awake. She was gone, and he was alone.

*I sit and watch you*

#hawks x you #hawks x y/n #hurt #no comfort #song lyrics #hawks fanfic

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iloveyou3thousand · 4 years

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I like the way you think

Summary: Peter and Tony are in bed when Pepper comes in to show off their new toy.

Read it on AO3 here.

Warnings: PWP, sex toys, pegging, bottom Tony Stark, double (anal) penetration, belly bulging

Word count: 2555

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“I was going to say I have a present for you, but I can see you’re busy. Should I come back another time?”

Tony and Peter’s faces both turned toward where Pepper stood with a package in hand in the doorway at the same time. Peter looked embarrassed but not like he was about to move off of Tony’s back, and while Tony looked sufficiently sheepish, he didn’t make a move to push the other off either.

“No, no not at all. We’re never too busy for you, Pep,” Tony said so casually that Peter had to lift his head so that he could give him a puzzled look. What did he mean not at all? As if Peter wasn’t balls deep and Pepper had just walked in on it happening!

“Perfect,” Pepper said, and closed the bedroom door behind her on her way in.

Peter couldn’t help but hold onto Tony a little bit tighter, subsequently pushing in deeper, which had Tony making a soft, satisfied noise. If Pepper noticed, she didn’t comment on it.

Pepper put the brown package in her hands down and took the top off, and both men in the bed craned their necks to try and see what was inside.

The box itself was unmarked and didn’t give anything away, which in turn was already a hint for Tony.

Tony knew these packages. He knew what came out of them, and he knew what would follow, and just that thought alone had his cock twitch where it was trapped against the mattress.

Peter, however, had never seen them before, or heard about them, and thus was not prepared for Pepper taking out what looked to be a large dildo on first glance. Peter nearly sputtered.

“I thought you weren’t coming down from College this weekend, so I arranged for something to keep us busy,” Pepper said, other hand reaching into the box to reveal a harness, and Peter realized that it was a strap-on, which could mean one of two things. Either Pepper enjoyed something bigger every now and again… Or Tony did.

Or both, really. But if he thought about that then he might lose his cool and dump his load into Tony early, and he wasn’t planning on doing that. They had only just started.

That thought rang true more than ever when Tony suggested, oh so casually, that they demonstrate, since Peter looked as if he was about ready to burst.

“I think you’ll like it,” Tony teased him, “Look at you, you can’t even take your eyes off it. Do you want to see me take it, baby?”

Peter, knowing that it was of no use to start lying to himself and others now, nodded wordlessly instead of trying to deny himself this.

And by god was he glad that he accepted. Beside the bed, Pepper slowly undressed, looking absolutely stunning as ever. Peter’s eyes were drawn down as she picked up the harness and stepped into it, tightening it around her hips and thighs until the straps were pressed into her skin and would undoubtedly leave angry red lines once she removed them.

She disappeared into the bathroom briefly to clean the toy thoroughly before use, and when she came back she had attached it to the harness, and it swung dangerously low with the weight of it. No wonder Pepper had tightened the straps so firmly. It must have been heavy.

As if on cue, Peter crawled off Tony, and sat back on his heels to put his full, undivided attention on the woman approaching the bed. He preferred to top himself, but seeing her like that could have made him doubt everything.

Tony spread his legs wider on the bed, still face down, hole glistening and winking at them, still perfectly prepped from where Peter had previously been fucking him down into the mattress.

Pepper removed the box from the bed to give them all the space they needed, knelt down behind Tony, and started lubing up the head of the dildo.

It was large, mostly sizeable in length rather than girth, although even Peter would have felt small beside it if it had been real. It was a pale, fleshy color, and it glistened obscenely where Pepper’s slick hand moved over it.

Peter let out a shuddery breath, drawing Pepper’s attention.

“Do you like it?” She asked him softly, stroking the cock as if it were her own, as if she were trying to pleasure herself with the motion, and Peter swallowed.

“It’s really big,” he murmured in awe, and Pepper flashed him a grin and a wink.

“He’s never taken this big before.”

But Tony didn’t protest. He just arched his back a little farther, pushed out his ass a little more, and Peter watched as Pepper lined up the large head of the dildo and... Jesus. The way Tony’s body swallowed it up was just obscene. Peter reached a hand down and stroked himself slowly, just to be able to take off the edge a little, tension building.

Tony groaned as Pepper pushed in deeper, making him take inch after inch of the toy. She rocked her hips gently when Tony’s body seemed to seize, trying to pull away from the intrusion, but never actually calling for Pepper to stop.

What had to be a good eleven inches disappeared into Tony slowly but surely, with a lot of gentle coaxing and a lot of soft praise from Pepper, until the silicone balls of the toy were pressed up to Tony’s overstretched hole.

The scene from where Peter was sitting was incredible. Pepper looked beautiful, and Tony’s expressions as the toy inched deeper inside of him were forever etched into his retina, and his cock was straining so hard that if he touched himself now, he would certainly come within seconds, so he purposely kept his hand away from his crotch for now and allowed his cock to lay straining between his thighs.

“Such a good boy,” Pepper purred to Tony, lining up her chest to Tony’s back so she could kiss at his neck, at the same spots Peter had been putting his mouth on just minutes ago.

As Peter watched on, Tony shimmied a hand free from where he had them folded under his head, and he reached down. Peter assumed he was reaching for his cock but the hand came to rest low on his belly, and Tony sucked in a breath, and then moaned loudly, and Peter’s brows knitted in confusion.

“Can you feel it?” Pepper purred into Tony’s ear, and Tony nodded breathlessly. When he spoke, he sounded like he had the wind knocked out of him.

“All the way to my belly button.”

Peter, still out of the loop, watched on in confusion for a moment. Then Tony reached out, took his hand, and Peter moved closer when Tony guided it toward his abdomen. Tony sucked in a breath again, and at first Peter wasn’t sure what he was doing, what he was supposed to feel – if he was supposed to feel anything – but then Pepper pulled out a few inches and pressed back in, and Peter blurted out a moan when he felt the toy move through Tony’s skin.

“Is that—” he gasped.

Tony moaned in response.

“Oh my god…” Peter had never seen or felt anything like it before. He’d never thought that something like this could be so incredibly arousing either. But the thought of a toy deep enough inside Tony that he could feel it move through his belly… That took the cake.

Peter squeezed his thighs together, and Pepper chuckled against the back of Tony’s neck.

“I told you he was going to like it,” she hummed pleasantly, and Tony groaned in reply. “Keep your hand right there, sweetheart. Let me show you some more.”

Peter dutifully kept his hand on Tony’s skin just below his belly button, and watched as Pepper started to move in earnest now, pulling out and pushing back in with long strokes and languid rolls of her hips. Like she’d done it a thousand times before, which Peter started to realize now, she probably had.

And every time she bucked her hips, Peter could feel the toy nudge up against his fingers.

After a little while, when Tony’s once slightly pained moans turned into something softer, more relaxed, Pepper straightened up again and pet her hand through Tony’s hair, long nails scratching gently.

“Think you’re ready for a little more, Tony?” She asked. Peter narrowed his eyes. More? What on earth could she mean, more? The box was empty, and he honestly didn’t think that Tony would be able to take another couple of inches on top of what must have already thoroughly stirred his guts.

But Tony merely pressed himself back against the dildo again, and looked at Peter with a smile.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I think I’m thinking what you’re thinking. Peter?”

But Peter couldn’t for the life of him imagine what Tony and Pepper were brewing up in their shared hivemind. Only when Pepper wrapped her hand around the base of the toy and pressed her thumb gently past Tony’s already abused rim. If Peter hadn’t been sitting down his knees would have buckled seeing Tony stretched out so wide.

And Tony only moaned.

“Peter, come here,” Pepper said, and what could Peter do except obey?

She pulled out and held the toy in one hand. Tony let out a protesting groan and Peter’s mouth ran dry when Tony’s hole was gaping, clenching as it tried to close back up but to no avail. It looked so inviting. Slick down to Tony’s balls, open and waiting for him, as if he was just begging for Peter to fill him up.

“Go on,” Pepper encouraged as if she’d been reading his mind. Peter didn’t protest. He lined up and sank in with ease, marveling at how sloppy Tony was around him this time around, how loose and pliant. But not for long.

Pepper pressed up behind him, which already had Peter shiver.

She nudged Peter’s legs apart a little wider and his breath hitched when he could feel the toy in between his legs.

And then lining up along his own cock moving in and out of Tony, and—

Fuck. He knew exactly what Pepper and Tony had been thinking now.

Tony writhed helplessly beneath them as Pepper pushed the flared head of the dildo into him, his thighs trembling when his rim was forced to yield to both Peter’s cock and Pepper’s. It was a slow process, but gradually Tony’s body opened up, until it had both cocks swallowed down like it was nothing.

Peter’s hands dropped to the small of Tony’s back, and Pepper’s grabbed at the older man’s hips, and when Pepper moved, so did Peter, starting up a slow rhythm.

Peter knew he wasn’t going to last long like this. Tony had never been tighter around him, never been warmer, slicker, better, and it left him gasping mindlessly with every thrust.

Tony was a gorgeous mess beneath them. Peter couldn’t take his eyes off him. Every one of the man’s sounds went straight to Peter’s cock, and every nip of Pepper’s teeth against his neck had him shivering, until he knew he was about to reach his peak.

“I’m—” Peter managed, and Pepper nuzzled the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I know. Me too. Go on then. Give it to him. Give Tony your load.”

Peter instantly froze up as if on demand and could no longer hold back. He came to a shuddery orgasm, twitching in between Pepper and Tony, who both eased him through it with encouraging words and slow movements. He’d never been treated quite so wonderfully through the aftermath.

Pepper eased out of Tony to let Peter slink away and drop himself onto his side on the bed so that he could fling an arm around Tony’s shoulders and kiss him.

“Seems to me we made someone very happy,” Tony sounded a bit rough but wonderful, and his kisses seemed particularly sweet at that moment.

Pepper’s hand ran through his hair again and he felt like he was floating.

“Now,” Pepper hummed. Peter looked up to see Pepper sitting naked on the bed, having discarded the strap-on which was now nowhere in sight, and she was coaxing Tony onto his back, “Let’s finish this, shall we?”

She climbed into Tony’s lap and sank down on his cock with ease. There was no doubt in Peter’s mind that she was thoroughly wet and sloppy, just taking Tony down like she’d been the one speared on the toy instead of him. She wasted no time setting up a pace, rolling her hips and grinding back onto Tony’s cock.

Tony’s hands flew to Pepper’s hips and he moaned harder than Peter ever heard him moan before. Sensitive, probably. No wonder. He’d just spent half an hour with a toy larger than his own forearm moving in and out of him with not a single touch to his dick.

Pepper pinched at one of her nipples with one hand and rubbed at her clit with the other as she rode Tony hard and fast, purposeful, and while Tony was never going to last long, neither did Pepper.

Tony seized up and groaned loudly, and Pepper gasped, muscles visibly going taut, and Peter watched the display from where he lay next to Tony and committed it all to memory.

He knew that if his refractory period had been seconds quicker, he would have been hard again almost instantly.

Pepper moaned lowly when she eventually lifted her hips, Tony’s softening cock slipping out and falling limp to the man’s stomach, cum dripping from between Pepper’s folds.

Peter had to squeeze his legs together to avoid becoming hard again. With the scene playing on loop in his mind’s eye and Pepper’s cunt so sloppy and wet with Tony’s cum…

He had to at least try and think of something else. Not that that was really possible.

Pepper dropped herself to Tony’s other side and kissed him languidly on the lips before snuggling up.

The three of them were quiet as they all caught their breath, the sweat on their foreheads cooling until Peter shivered, and Tony reached an arm out to pull him closer into his side too.

Framed by the two people he loved most following a thorough fucking, this was Tony’s favorite place to be. He rarely felt luckier.

“So what do you say, Petey?” he asked eventually when the three of them lay sated and sleepy, limbs loose and eyes mostly shut, “Was that satisfying enough?”

Peter mulled it over for a second, cheeks tinging pink when an idea formed. How could it not, with everything he had just seen and experienced? It was hardly his fault.

“Maybe…” he started, although he hesitated for a moment before he continued, “Maybe we could buy another, and see how much you can really take?”

Tony and Pepper were quiet for a moment. Then Pepper pushed herself up on an elbow, and looked down at the two men in their bed with a growing smile.

“I like the way you think, Peter. Oh, I definitely do.”

#pepterony #starker #pepperony #nff #starkerpotts #my fanfic #my writing #pwp #idk what else to tag this honestly lol #tony stark #pepper potts #peter parker #marvel

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groovycatcollector · 4 years

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The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season5

Warnings: slowish-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, Age gap

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

@buckysjuicyplums ;)

Chapter 3

Now my blood was boiling. Thoughs stupid motherfucking sheltered ass bitches making me feel like shit. I decided I would be useful and help Carol with the goddanmed inventory with the other women and fuck me I’m never doing that shit again. They started asking me all types of shit that is none of their fucking business. I storming back to the house, my mind gone foggy with rage, and this stupid sun certainly wasn’t helping with my coherence. I had barely noticed that I had nearly knocked that asshole Daryl to the floor.

He had become somewhat confusing over the last few days. First he brought me some clothes for the boy, then that same night I heard him arguing with Carol that they should kick me out, stupid fuck. “Watch it” He growled, grabbing my arm. I looked up at him, my fists clenched ready to fight. I shook my arm free and turned to face him, I didn’t say anything, and I couldn’t find any words. I looked up at him, looking at his heavy brow and thin lips, trying to find one crack of a threat. We stayed glaring at each other until I felt the pure red fury build up in my throat, snarling my nose and making me run. I ran into the house and made a Bee line for the bathroom.

I couldn’t get they’re words out of my head, I sat in the bath, rocking him back and forth “He looks small for 6 months” They’re words were echoing in my head “Do you talk to him much? You really should, it’ll help his skills” Who the fuck do they think they are? They got to raise their kids where it was safe “What do you mean you haven’t done tummy time with him?” It’s not like we were in a place I could focus on the domestics of the child “Ya know a sense of security is really important for the first three years” My throat got tight and I couldn’t stop the tears “Are you not scared he won’t develop like he should?” God why am I even trying with this kid, all the air left my lungs as I gasped, trying to breath. I’m rocking more now, not sure if it’s more for the baby or me. I rested him on my knees and looked at him, while he grabbed my hair, playing. I know I’m gonna fail him, I’m gonna let him down eventually but was just reminded that I already have. I’ve no idea how long I stayed there trembling thinking about how ill prepared I am to look after him, but the knock on the door broke my train of thought, making me wipe my eyes

“Hey, Nina, you okay in there? Daryl said you seemed upset” Maggie, Carl introduced us a few days ago, a0nd she seemed to be the closest to my age. “Yeah I’m good” I called back with my now starchy voice, torn whether or not I wanted to see her, we did get on, but I’m not sure if I wanted to explain. I could hear her clear her throat “Do you want to talk about it?” She sounded uncomfortable, but not noisy, might as well, I’ll be gone in a few weeks. I climbed out of the bath and gently unlocked the door. She opened it with a furrowed brow. “C’mon” She walked and I followed meekly

She swapped the cup of water for the baby and handed it to Glenn, who said he was gonna take him for a walk. I for once didn’t say anything, and he was probably better off being away from me right now, with my head feeling so foggy. “So” she said sitting next to me on the couch “What happened?” I opened my mouth to speak but nothing was coming out. I took a gulp of the water while trying to think. What did happen? “I just…” I began “I just don’t know what I’m doing, and I suppose the moms down doing the inventory reminded me of that” Maggie looked at me and her eyes softened. “So this is about your kid?” I stayed silent, I’m not even sure what the blow out was about, once again having no idea how to even process this I told her everything, or nearly everything; from my brother, to the first few days, to the gangs trying to abduct us. She kept her hand on mine the entire time and just listened.

“Sorry, I think I just needed to get it off my chest” I said, whipping a tear away. “You’re okay” She paused, when I looked up she was examining my face “Nina, you were on your own, trying to mind a kid and keep yourself alive. But now you have people who want to help” Maggie took a deep breath before looking back up at me “And people want to help, and you need to learn to exept help when its offered, I can already tell you’re a danmed stubborn woman” I cocked an eyebrow at her“well I suppose you have to be too stubborn to die” I chuckled at that and she smiled back, her eye getting bright. “Thank you Maggie, I suppose it’s just hard adjusting to everything.”

I stood up from the couch, brushing my pants off “Ya know I think I need a job” I joked “I mean look at these clothes, no colour at all, I look like an emo” I gestured to my black camo pants and tank top. She giggled a bit “I think a few people are going on a run soon if you want to go, could try find clothes or baby stuff for the kid” She stands too, and I walk towards the sink to clean out my glass.

“What do you miss the most ?” I asked her drying the glass with a table cloth. She hummed and leaned agents the island “I would say chocolate, like Maltesers” I sighed, suddenly remembering how much I missed chocolate” Danm that’s a good one” I turned and put the glass back on the shelf. “I think I might just miss Ms Dolly Rebecca Parton the most” She let out a cackle “Dolly Parton?” She used her arms to give her leverage on the counter top. “I would not have pegged you as a Parton girl” I scoffed, fake offended and crossed my arms “I will have you know I was born and bred a Dolly girl” Just as I burst into a fit of laughs Glenn walked back in with the baby.

He smiled in hello and I put my arms out to take the baby.“Hey they’re having a meeting at Deannas house about the horde” Maggie nodded at him and turned to me “Are you coming ? You don’t have to if you feel like you need to rest more” I stopped and thought. I could try do some good before I left, try clear this horde and leave a little good behind.

Part one Part two Part four Part five Part six Part seven Part eight Part nine Part ten Part eleven

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colorfullfalls · 4 years

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Force Knows Best

Summary: after infinity war, life is in shambles, but to make things even more complicated, the first order decides to visit. kylo ren is in search.. for you.

5. Welcome Home

Kylo put his helmet back on, security of his anonymous face and power. The guards surrounded you two as you left the doors, walking up a few step to enter the bigger ship, your apparent new home. People in the halls glanced your way, curious to see the woman that Kylo Ren was hell bent on finding. His glove found your bicep again, pulling you closer, shielding you by the mere size and strength of his being. You felt tiny, like a child compared to the Supreme Leader. Echoing footsteps followed behind you, irritating you. He sensed your discomfort.

"Leave us." Kylo barked, and the white plastic covered men split off without skipping a beat. Commanding people made goose bumps appear on your skin, how could he be so harsh with them? Treat them as dogs rather than human beings- well if they were humans, for all you knew they could be different alien races. The mask allowed for mystery, and you were not a fan.

Hallways turned until you were in front of two tall red doors, contrasting the black vast area of walls, floors, and ceiling. Kylo's chambers were different and more extravagant compared to the rest on the ship, afterall he deserved a treat for ruling planets and the Galaxy. His hand freed itself from the black glove and rested his palm against a glass scanner, it shone red before a click was heard and he was grabbing you, pulling you in behind him. Doors shut with a harsh slam and lights turned on, illuminating the large common room.

It was so.. him, multi shaded grey tile covered the floor beneath your feet, a leather black sectional sat against the wall, which was also painted grey, red stands sat on either side of the sectional with a black coffee table directly in front of it. A tv like screen, bigger than any normal one of Earth, splayed against the left wall facing the sectional. Five different rooms branched away from the one you were in. You kicked your shoes off, shifting the bag in your hands to rest against your legs. Kylo noticed and took it from you, nodding at you to follow him. Furthest right was your bedroom, well Kylo's. A king size black bed sat in the middle of the room, plush red pillows covering by the white headboard. You yearned to lay down and sleep, your day was pretty hectic already and it wasn't even night. Not that you could tell because in space it was always dark. He dropped your bags on the bed and took off his mask.

"All that is here belongs to you now."

Kylo's voice was sturdy, but a sense of anxiety slipped past his teeth and rolled off of his pink tongue. You quirked an eyebrow at the man before you. Weary of him you were, but at the end of the day he was human. You wondered if that mattered, humans on Earth did vicious crimes all the time, cops barely covered providing safety, and even shield wore itself thin at times.

"Thanks, you know freedom once belonged to me.." you sarcastically replied, waving around the space between his large body and your stressed out one. His gaze adverted to the wall, jaw clenched uncomfortably hard, frustration almost besting him in the worst possible moment.

"I can give you anything you desire. Luxurious gowns, jewelry, planets, creatures, plants, all in my grasp. What can I do to please you?" His voice was desperate, a yearning to make you happy above all else. He spent years searching helplessly for you, and now that he had you, you hated him. Hated him for taking the one thing that mattered most to him, what belonged to him in an intricate way. You. Joining your souls together was not a mistake and he certainly would not apologize for doing what the force meant to happen, but your sorrow did guilt him. He loved you, as foolish as it seemed from the outside.

But to him, it made all the sense. Kylo visited your thoughts and body day after day while hunting for you. He knew the type of woman you were, your thought process, how easily your fragile feelings could be hurt, how you fiercely loved those close to you, how you preferred grape jelly over strawberry, how your clumsy manner often left you bruised-much to his disliking, and he memorized all of these in great detail. You were an extension of him and he wanted to know you inside and out, and at this point he did. But now that you were in grasp, he needed you to love him back.

As soon as he had his first dream about you, his gut told him that you were his other half, far far away from him in the most unfortunate way. He vowed to make one complete being, promptly begining his journey to find you. The Force allowed him to visit you, but the touch and occasional dream of him was the only hint you got, not enough information to warn you of your impending future.

"None of that would please me, Kylo. I agreed to come because you weren't going to leave otherwise. War plaques Earth enough without the First Order involved. Gifts will not fix the pain, and you are stupid to think it would."

"I want you to be joyful." Such a phrase could be taken the wrong way, read as he was commanding you to feel an emotion, but he was not, he was vocalizing his goal to you in lame terms, horrible at portraying feelings with spoken sounds.

"Well, I'm not." His eyes saddened and you felt unfair guilt, "Maybe one day, but right now- no, joy isn't a friend of mine."

"I am the Supreme Leader, a powerful man, and I do what I wish without protest. Listening to anyone is not my skill, but with you, I am trying. Trying because of who you are to me," He picked up his helmet and traced the face of it, big fingers coming together to flick it before honey brown eyes met yours, a hard stare, an unapologetic one, "Retrieving what's mine is not apology worthy, it had to be done. Hate me if it makes you feel better, I suppose."

Fire bristled along your arms, blue flames dancing involuntarily. How dare he act like he did you both a favor by snatching you up like a stray dog on the road. Being bound seemed like a different way of saying soulmates. And even if the two of you completed one soul, one half still belonged to you. He didn't own your half, he should be thankful that he has such a connection with another being, but he was acting like a mad man.

His eyes adverted to your arms, new small holes exposed the skin, your shirt burning from the use of powers. Your fireproof suit was in your bag, you had taken it off when you packed your belongings. Usually your powers were in control, but being around Kylo made new levels of emotions, mostly anger, appear.

"My goal from now on is to knock you down a peg. You're human, and I will remind you of it everyday." You mumbled.

"I will remind you, little one, that you are where you belong. With me. By my side. Forever."

"Forever is suddenly my least favorite word." Your heart fluttered at how honest and raw his words were when he spoke to you, but hating him was your angle at the moment and you had to stick with it. His shaggy black hair swept in tuffs over his forehead, strikingly similar to the lines over his long scar on his face that led down to his neck. A well formed neck, you thought. Being so attracted to someone you should hate was foreign to you. Something in books and movies, but not real life. Now it was happening in a space ship in the sky, miles away from home, your life reduced to a romcom movie, a hate to love story.

"Each hateful word you throw my way, my adoration will only increase." Kylo dropped his helmet back on the bed and shrugged at your hazy expression. You were torn between hating him and wanting to accept his words, "Try all you may, you cannot deter me, we are meant to last."

"You've stated that fact multiple times today, look, I don't get why this force picked me to be the one who you're bound with, we are vastly different."

Kylo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance because it seemed that you weren't getting it, "The force would not make a mistake. You make me stronger, and vice versa."

"How do you know I'm the one?"

He grabbed your hand, slotting his large fingers in between your tiny ones in comparison, skin blazing heavenly at the contact. You felt drunk, the best kind where happiness takes over and you feel invincible, on top of the world where nothing can drag you down. Like friends are talking, but it's hard to make out from all the laughing and bubbly dancing to shitty bar songs, but you're happy because it's perfect. You feel giddy but attempt to suppress it because these feelings are not valid, he is a murder. He holds up the intertwined hands, an example of your ridiculous question. Kylo Ren would not lie about his bond with you, never lie to you about anything.

"My body cradles yours in every way because we were born to be one." He rubbed his thumb across your hand, making you blush, pushing him to step closer to get more of a reaction from you.

"Why is there- my body, I just feel like.. like" you tried to explain the intense sensation, but failed miserably. He gave you an understanding gaze, smirking at the fact that you felt a fragment of the bond, the pull to be close.

"Alluring, isn't it, little one? The Force is letting us know that we found eachother. In time it will feel normal."

His fingers left yours to push your hair behind your ear, but you snapped out of the trance. Distraction to move away, suitcases opened and hands shuffled through clothing and items, looking for a new shirt to wear. Burning the current one was embarrassing and changing would wash away the mistake that you just made. Years of training for control over yourself crumbled like bridges during high degree earthquakes, crashing down around the man who you were forever stuck with. A grey hoodie from the bottom was plucked from your hands and into Kylo's. He turned it over in curiosity.

"What is this?"

You rolled your eyes, grabbing it back in defense, the hoodie was the one thing you owned compared to his fleet of ships and planets, "Hoodie. Wear it for warmth.. so where's the bathroom, I need to change."

He pointed to a black door left of where you stood and you nodded curtly, entering and getting out of his sight, gaining a second alone. Pitiful holes surrounded what was once cloth covering skin. Pale flesh teased you, a reminder that was gone when you ripped the shirt up over your head, hoodie slipping on instead. Warm, reliable, comfy, home smelling hoodie. A mirror rested above the sink, reflecting you in the bright bathroom lighting. How could you let him hold your hand like that? Knock a wall down that he didn't deserve to witness.. His bond touch was unfair to use, it went went against your mind. Tears that you were unaware of previously dripped down your face, dampening your chin, baby hairs sticking grossly to the area. Crying was a rebirth, a chance to let it all out and restart again. It felt good to sob on the bathroom floor, to lean against the wall for support.

Time passed and you cried, emptying bottled up confusing emotions. Kylo stood outside the door listening, chest tightening at the wretched gasps for air as you bawled, his heart thudding with every sound. Kicking open the door and holding you was his idea, but he was scared to push you even further away. He wasn't stupid, he realized you didn't trust him yet. Crying in the bathroom was a personal thing for you to cope, and intruding would embarrass you. After the hand holding moment he assumed the road ahead was easy but now he was not so sure.

At the same time hiding in there to cry angered him. Why couldn't you melt into his embrace and allow him to ease your pain? No one was more suited for the duty than him, your equal in life, your other half. Kylo did not let people in, he didn't like the attachment and risk, but you were the one who it was acceptable to confide in, to show vulnerability. Dark force was in his genes, and it would never leave, but you would see the better side of him. Not that he wouldn't ever upset you or go against your wishes, but you were going to be the closest to him, his weakness. Reaching out in the only way he could, he closed his eyes and used the force to seek you.

Dry tears crusted your cheeks, despair eating away at your insides, when a swirling feeling rested on your upper arm, sliding up and stroking your chin. The swirling morphed into an invisible hand that wiped moisture away with gentle caresses. Matter of the fact was that Kylo was reaching out to comfort you in the way he had in the past. Grudgingly you pulled away, but a dull pain of struck your heart, leaning more into the invisible hand.

"Open the door." His voice called out. You ignored him, head falling backwards to rest against the wall behind you. The touch vanished and you heard the main door slam. Kylo stalked off, helmet on and anger active heading towards his knights for Intel on Thanos. His knights roamed the galaxies, if anyone knew about the purple titan, it would be them.

Eventually you crawled out of the bathroom and pulled the blankets back on the bed. His pillows surrounded you, shielding you from the air coming from the vents. Dark endless space peeked through the two small windows of his room, allowing it to feel like bed time rather than evening. It was enough because within minutes you were zonked.

Kylo sensed utter tranquility from you, calming him down. His emotions were hard enough to handle, but being so near to you caused all of yours to mix with his, making your crying suffocating, which made him mad, but when you were asleep he could level himself a bit.

"Sweet dreams, little love", Kylo whispered in your mind as he stood in front of his kneeling, ever so loyal, knights.

#starwars #starwars imagine #kylo ren #kylo ren imagine

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commanderpeggymcgee · 4 years

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As Damian burst through the door, Alex stopped him in his tracks and was able to catch him by surprise. Alex was a trained fighter and a damn good agent. She knew, like Peggy, how to take down enemies bigger and stronger than her. But before she could really introduce Damian to her skills, Peggy yelled out, causing her to stop in her tracks.

❝ Damian, watch out; she has a gun! ❞ Peggy sent a quick glance in Alex's direction, trying to convey to her to please not beat up or kill her new partner.

Alex understood immediately what Peg was trying to convey and opted to just punching Damian. Unfortunately, timing wasn't on Damian's side for he moved right in the pathway of her fist, which connected with his nose, instead of his jaw where Alex had been aiming for. Blood immediately started gusting from his nose which gave Alex the precious time she needed to make her getaway.

Peggy rushed over to Damian's side as he held his nose. She looked it over and assessed the damage. It looked broken, but there wasn't much she could do standing in the doorway of a room that wasn't theirs. Peggy grabbed the handkerchief from his suit pocket and pinched it over his nose causing Damian to yelp slightly.

❝ Come on, let's get out of here before we cause an even bigger scene than the one you caused downstairs. What are you doing here, by the way? How did you even find me? ❞ She queried as they raced down the corridor, his arm around her shoulder to keep him steady just in case.

❝ What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Are you okay? What took you so long? Who was that woman? ❞ Damian asked, causing Peg's lips to curl up in a smile as they stepped into the elevator. His voice sounded absolutely ridiculous that he had it pinched. It was quite comical, really.

❝ I'll tell you once we get to our suite and I fix your broken nose. ❞

❝ I thought it was broken...feels like it's broken. ❞

❝ Well it is, so stop talking and keep the pressure on it. Lord you bleed easily. ❞ Peg huffed as the doors to the elevator opened. They both got out and made their way to the penthouse. As Damian reached into his pocket for the key card, Peggy beat him to it with hers and pushed them open.

❝ What was that? How do you have a key? I don't remember giving you one. ❞ He said curiously once they were inside.

❝ Didn't need one. ❞ She commented, waving hers in front of him before replacing it in her pocket.

❝ What's that? ❞

❝ SHIELD tech. If you're a good boy, maybe one day I'll give you one. ❞ Peggy led him into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet. ❝ I'm sure you already know this, but this is going to hurt, I'm afraid. You ready? ❞ She looked at him and arched her brow, waiting for an answer before she reset his nose. It didn't look too good once he had taken the cloth away. She hoped and prayed he wouldn't need any type of surgery and that it would be a quick, easy fix. The last thing they needed was him having to go get his nose fixed and then stand out like a sore thumb for the rest of the mission with a large bandage covering it.

❝ Ready as I'll ever be, Doc. ❞ He said with a wan smile. She could tell he was in a considerable amount of pain, but it still didn't make what she had to do next any easier.

She exhaled heavily and cleared her throat as she placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his nose. ❝ On three. One, two...three! ❞ Peggy winced at the count of three while Damian squeezed his eyes shut. A second later, there was a loud snap, followed by another steady flow of blood. Peggy grabbed a clean wash cloth from the towel rack and gave it to Damian, instructing him to lean his head back slightly while she went and got her First Aid kit from her suitcase.

She returned a few moments later and carefully packed his nose full of gauze in order to stop the bleeding and keep everything inside his nose from shifting or moving. Peggy's hands were sparsely covered in blood so after she was done tending to his now reset nose, she made her way to the sink to scrub down. All the while she had been working in silence. The fact that Damian's piercing blue eyes never left her and observed her every movement with interest unnerved her slightly...but not in a bad way. After cleaning up, Peg turned to face him only to find him still staring at her, a smile on his lips.

❝ How...um...how do you feel? ❞ She asked slowly, her eyes rising to meet his, then fluttering back down to the towel in her hands.

*❝ I feel like I just got my ass handed to me and my nose broken and reset in record time, but other than that I feel fine. ❞ He chuckled. ❝ I was in very good hands. Has anyone ever told you you have a very soft touch? ❞ He added once Peggy had turned her back to hang up the towel. At these words, she froze for a second, as if processing what he had just said before turning back and smiling. She had hoped he hadn't noticed the hesitation, but being trained in detecting the difference in body language, he did, but didn't advertise he had seen it.

❝ I'm going to go change out of these heals, they're killing me. You should wash up and change your clothes. They're a bloody mess, literally. ❞ She said with a smirk as she turned on her heel and made a hasty exit. ❝ So, you didn't say how you knew where to find me. ❞ Peggy remarked a few minutes later when they had rejoined each other in the living room. She had changed into her nightgown and robe and opted to put her hair up tonight while Damian had decided to put on a fresh shirt.

When she walked into the room fixing her hair, Damian couldn't help but stare. He hadn't seen her in her night clothes before and it had momentarily rendered him speechless. When he didn't reply, Peggy turned around and rose her brows, as if waiting for him to reply.

❝ Earth to Damian, come in please. ❞ Peggy teased.

❝ Yes, sorry. How did I find you? ❞

❝ That was the question last time I checked, yes. ❞

❝ Well when you didn't come back downstairs I went up to see if you were okay and whether you needed help. ❞

❝ That still doesn't answer how you found me. Do you really expect me to believe that you just happened to find which room I was in with the door shut? You put a tracker on me, didn't you? ❞ Her reply was more of a statement than a question, but the fact he had felt the need to track her movements irritated her.

❝ Yes, but only because I was worried something may go wrong and you might need my help. And it was a good thing I came along when I did. Who was the woman? ❞ He questioned, casually pouring a drink for himself and for Peggy.

❝ How am I supposed to know who she was? A HYDRA goon I'm sure. That or someone else, but definitely not one of ours considering how she made short work of you. ❞ Peggy reasoned, not skipping a beat. She knew she had to be careful around him. Little did he know, she had read up on him and knew full well that he was a body language expert and after what had just occurred in the bathroom, she knew his eyes would detect any change in her behaviour when questioned about Alex.

❝ You mean to say you didn't know who she was? ❞ He rose his eyebrow and turned his head to glance at Peggy who in turned shrugged.

❝ No, why should I? I don't know the names and faces of all of HYDRA's agents if that's what you're driving at. I'm good, but I'm not that good. ❞ She chuckled lightly, grabbing the drink from his hand.

❝ But that still doesn't explain why she didn't attack you.❞

❝ Look, if it'll make your mind rest any easier tonight, I'll tell you what happened. I went inside the room and I was alone. I went into the other room and found his safe which took me far longer than I had anticipated it would to break into. After I did, I took the drive from the safe as well as some papers which I began thumbing through. When I had learned everything I could, I closed and locked the safe again and when I came out, I was no longer alone. She was there. Before we had a chance to do anything, you started knocking and crashed through the door. And that tiny little creature managed to break your nose. Need I go on? ❞ She queried, gazing right into his eyes.

His searched hers for what seemed like minutes, but he must've found whatever he was looking for and upon deciding she was telling the truth, he nodded his head clinked his glass against hers. ❝ So what did you find out in and among his papers? ❞ He asked, dropping down into the armchair as he happily sipped on his scotch. Leaning her back against the bar, Peg dove into the facts that Alex had relayed to her while Damian sat quietly, only interrupting once or twice to have her clarify before letting her continue. After Peggy had finished, he nodded his head, obviously deep in thought. ❝ To say we have our work cut out for us would be an understatement, wouldn't it? ❞

❝ I'm afraid so. ❞

❝ Then I think it's high time we get to bed and get a good night's sleep, don't you? ❞ He asked, rising to his feet, he stretched.

❝ You don't seem at all worried about what we're dealing with. ❞ Peggy observed with a small amount of concern at how calmly he was taking the news.

❝ Why should I? I have the best agent, aside from myself, as my partner in crime. ❞ He cast her a charming smile as he came and stood in front of her. Peggy's eyes rose to meet his. ❝ Thank you again for resetting my nose. ❞ He placed his hand on hers and he couldn't help but notice the action caused her flinch ever so slightly. ❝ Did you take care of the cameras? ❞

❝ Thanks for the vote of confidence. And I didn't have to, it seems that they had been conveniently switched off. ❞

❝ Well that was nice. Our nose breaking friend perhaps? ❞

❝ Most likely. ❞

❝ Well, everything worked out either way. The drive was recovered. I assume you opened it and sent it on it's way to our governments while you were...changing? ❞ Damian asked.

❝ Of course. ❞ She returned flatly. It was time sensitive, after all. It's not like she could just go and do it whenever she felt like it.

❝ Good! And with that, I think I'm going to take some pain killers and turn in. Thanks again. ❞ He smiled as he poured himself a double and took his glass into his room. He could feel Peggy's eyes burning a hole through his back which only made him smile more.

It was true that Peggy watched him all the way until he entered his room and closed the door, leaving it open just a crack, but she had been lost in thought. Annoyed with herself at the way she had reacted when he touched her hand and complimented her First Aid skills. The truth was, she had become foreign to having a man in her life, even if it was her partner and was even more of a stranger to any sort of touch or romance, not having been with anyone since the death of her husband, Daniel, many years ago. And she had to admit that sometimes, she didn't like the little flutter of butterflies in her stomach that she'd get whenever he'd give her those certain looks when he wasn't being cheeky...but when he was being serious...

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Chapter 16/?

❝ Cσмρяσмιѕє ωнєяє уσυ cαn. ωнєяє уσυ cαn’t, dσn’t. Eνєn ιf єνєяуσnє ιѕ tєℓℓιng уσυ thαt ѕσмєthιng ωяσng ιѕ ѕσмєthιng яιgнt. Eνєn ιf tнє ωнσℓє ωσяℓ∂ ιѕ tєℓℓιng уσυ tσ мσνє, ιt ιѕ уσυя dυtу tσ ρℓαnt уσυяѕєℓf ℓιкє α tяєє, ℓσσк αt thєм ιn thє єуєѕ, αnd ѕαу, ‘Nσ, YOU мσνє.’ ❞

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javajunkieao3 · 5 years

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I’ll Be Seeing You (A Post-Endgame Story)

In all his thoughts about how he and Peggy would reunite, he never imagined her pointing a gun at him.

Or, how Steve and Peggy’s reunion didn’t go quite as planned.

Steve Rogers had always been a pretty sentimental guy, but this was almost even too much for him. Traveling back in time to get the girl. It’s exactly the sort of thing that would have made Tony roll his eyes. Nat would have punched him in the arm and called him a softie. But, everyone kept telling him to get a life, and dammit, if this wasn’t the time then he didn’t know when. So, he popped into the 70s to return the time stone, pocketed some extra Pym particles, and got on with it.

Well, first there were technically other stones to return, and a somewhat awkward run-in with Red Skull - “I thought I killed you.” - but then he got on with it, traveling back to what should have been immediately after the crash, overshooting, and ending up halfway through 1948.

It was close enough. The extra years hadn’t done much to change the city that Steve remembered, the conspicuous Stark Industries building still towering over the lesser high-rises on Fifth Avenue. Steve was glad he found it easily since his first stop was to visit Howard. It seemed that no matter what decade Steve was in, he turned to a Stark for help.

He walked into the lobby, his time travel getup drawing more than a few stares as he walked to the main desk. He saw a small boy point at him, only for the boy’s mother to softly chide him while she drew him closer to her side.

The woman at the desk was writing something on a pad of paper when he approached and she looked up, her mouth dropping open slightly, eyes scanning his travel suit, before she stammered, “How can I help you?”

“What floor is Howard Stark’s office?”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No, I don’t. But I really need to speak with him.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but you need an appointment to see Mr. Stark. Can I perhaps direct you to another individual?”

“Marjorie, did this young man say he was here to see Mr. Stark?” a tall Englishman asked, joining them and looking at Steve appraisingly.

“Yes, Mr. Jarvis, but he doesn’t have an appointment."

“That’s alright, I know for a fact that Mr. Stark has some free time right now. I’ll take him up.”

“Are you sure?” she asked nervously. “I know how much Mr. Stark doesn’t like being surprised by people without appointments. And if he finds out that I’m the one that sent him up-”

“Trust me, Marjorie, you have nothing to worry about.”

She nodded quickly and took a deep breath before saying in a rehearsed voice,, “I hope you enjoy your visit to Stark Industries. Make sure to check out the gift shop on the way out.”

“There’s a gift shop?” Steve asked with surprise.

“Mr. Stark has always been enterprising.”

They walked to the elevators, Jarvis holding the door as Steve walked past him. Jarvis stepped in and closed the doors, and Steve said, “Thank you. I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name before.”

“Edwin Jarvis,” the man returned pleasantly. “I’m Mr. Stark’s butler.”

“It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Silence hung between them before Jarvis said, “You are him, aren’t you?” Steve didn’t answer and he continued with, “I recognized you from a picture she saved.”

“She?” Steve asked, his pulse suddenly quick.

The doors opened and Jarvis gestured for him to walk first. He glided past Howard’s secretary and said, “I have a visitor for Mr. Stark. I think you will be wanting to hold his calls for the time being.”

Jarvis gave the door two perfunctory knocks before opening the door and saying, “Mr. Stark, there is someone here to see you.”

“Is my 2:00 here already?” Howard said, draining the last of his bourbon. “That lady never knows how to read a clock.”

Jarvis stepped aside and Steve walked in, watching his friend’s face go white. Howard looked down at his empty glass and murmured, “How much of this have I had?”

The door closed softly and Jarvis left, leaving the two men alone. Howard stared at him, slack-jawed before he bolted forward and wrapped his arms around him, the sheer force of the embrace surprisingly strong despite his lack of super powers.

“How in the hell is this possible?” Howard said, pulling back and looking at him. “And what are you wearing?”

“It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time.”

Steve told him the whole saga and Howard predictably became distracted at the time travel part, engaging in exhaustive questioning about the tech and Pym particles. When he learned that Steve had a vial of the particles on his person, Howard nearly imploded, whipping a microscope out from under his desk and begging for a vial. Steve handed one over and then changed into one of Howard’s spare suits, grateful for a less synthetic material against his skin.

"So, is that why you’re here?” Howard asked, looking up from the microscope. “To return one of the stones?”

Steve was just about to answer when the door opened and a brunette woman walked in, Howard’s secretary rushing behind her and exclaiming, “He’s not ready for you yet, Ms. Carter!”

Peggy stopped short when she saw that there was someone else in the room, and quickly said, “Sorry, Howard, I didn’t realize you had someone here.”

“I told you that repeatedly,” his secretary said unhappily.

“I’ll just...” Peggy trailed off when Steve turned to face her fully, her cheeks flushing nearly as red as her mouth.

“Can you get the door, Susan?” Howard asked, eyeing the pair apprehensively.

His secretary nodded and closed the door, shooting Peggy and unmistakable glare before the door slammed shut. Peggy, though, paid little notice. Her eyes were trained on Steve, both disbelieving and unable to not believe what stood before her.

“Hi Peggy.”

Her eyes shifted back to Howard and he nodded. “It’s really him, Peg.”

She was quiet for a long moment, her expression impassive, before she reached at her waist and pulled out a gun, leveling it directly toward Steve.

“Jesus, Peggy, what the hell are you doing?” Howard said hurriedly.

“Who are you?” Peggy asked directly. “And if I were you, I wouldn’t lie.”

Despite having a gun pointed at him, Steve couldn’t help but smile. In all his thoughts about how he and Peggy would reunite, he never imagined her pointing a gun at him, and yet now, it seemed like the most natural course of events.

“My name is Steven Grant Rogers. And I want to tell you everything. You have no idea how much. But, do you think you can put the gun down?”

“Not likely,” she returned.

“Alright, well, it was worth a try.”

He launched into the story again, leaving out some details and adding others. He watched the gun sink every so often, only for Peggy to snap back to attention and raise it to its appropriate height. But as he went on, describing Thanos’ destruction and the team’s desperate attempt to make amends, the gun slowly lowered until it hung loosely at her side.

“I returned the stones and that’s what brought me here,” he said.

Peggy re-holstered her gun and that was when he saw it, the slim gold band with a single diamond. He didn’t have much time to process it, however, before she strode forward and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her, letting himself momentarily sink in to the feeling of her body pressed against his.

“You really are alright, then?” she murmured against his chest. “We all thought...well...we thought the worst.”

“I’m okay,” he said softly.

Peggy pulled away, sniffling slightly as she wiped at her eyes. “What will you do now?”

“I thought I might stay a while,” he said. “See what I missed during all those years in the ice.” He reluctantly dropped his hands from her waist. “Anyway, I won’t keep you two from your meeting.”

Peggy nodded, smiling without it quite reaching her eyes before she turned away. Steve walked out, not noticing that Howard trailed behind him until the latter grabbed his arm.

“Hey, are you really staying?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, for the time being at least.”

“You must need a place to stay. Why don’t you stay at one of my apartments.”

“Howard, I don’t-”

“It’s no problem, honestly. Go talk to Jarvis and tell him to drive you to my Brooklyn apartment. You’ll love it.”

Steve nodded. “Thank you, Howard.”

His friend paused for a moment before asking, “You came back here for her, didn’t you?”

Steve thought of the ring and shook his head. “I missed home.”

“You know, it’s new. The engagement. The guy’s nice and all, but...”

“I’m not here to cause any problems,” Steve said. “If she’s happy that’s all I want.”

“Right, right, okay, I have to get back in there before she pulls a gun on me. I’ll bring over some dinner tonight, yeah? We can catch up more.”

“I’d like that.”

Howard flashed him one more grin before slipping back into his office. Jarvis stood nearby and said, “Did I hear something about Mr. Stark’s Brooklyn apartment?”

****

So, I basically fell in love with the idea of Steve accidentally time traveling to when Peggy is already engaged to the future husband, and what that would look like. I’m planning on this being multi-chapter. Let me know if you’d like to see more!

#steggy #steggy fanfiction #steggyweek #steggyweek2019 #steggyweek2k19

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Big trouble in little china au, hand it over 🔫

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because of this whole chance at finding new ways to cause pain with magic after watching this film, guess what i’m gonna do to our boy Jack

in the film it’s Gracie we see get taken and then Lo Pan realises he can marry these two ladies with green eyes and effectively cheat the system, but what if he also becomes particularly fascinated by Jack (especially since the latter is acting like the hero of the story when he’s clearly the supporting protagonist, so he kinda needs to be brought down a peg or two in the former’s mind) and finds out from multiple sources that he’s with a woman who also has green eyes

so he’s like, this is perfect, he can marry these two women and take down this guy who acts decidedly heroic and macho

and not only that, he’s considerably flirtatious with this woman so perfect!! how about some betrayal in the mix

and so they manage to catch him unawares, whenever that could possibly be, but since he is who he is, why not be able to use magic that can just put somebody to sleep like him for example and bring him to this guy

we also make him completely defenceless like, as i said, he clearly appears to be the least skilled out of all three of his main 80s roles, so he unwillingly gives up his gun and his knife

the guy finds himself facing this supernatural bad guy who finds him particularly obnoxious and it bothers him that this human is facing up against him when he’s this all powerful sorcerer and decides before he’s gonna make this guy serve him to get what he wants, he’s gonna find out just how much he can torture the dude and how far the human body can go when subjected to magic

think of that scene in the Pyramids of Mars when the Doctor comes across an all powerful god who tortures him very easily (the doctor is an alien though, so imagine what magic could do to a human body) before he manages to bring him to his knees because it’s too painful to resist (i can also recall the god threatening to ‘shred his nerves/insides’ if he continues to fight back)

Jack has been wildly thrown into these state of affairs and he’s trying his best and now he’s facing this supernatural being who is effortlessly causing him pain to 1) see how far he can extend the human body and 2) bring him down a peg or two, and now wants to use him to betray his friends through mind control

he causes him a great deal of internal pain that make his whole body feel like it’s on fire inside and out and have his mind invaded whilst he can’t do anything about it and it hurts so much that it causes him to start bleeding from the nose and maybe even the ears

like at first he’s fine and then he’s uncontrollably brought to his knees by unimaginable pain before Lo Pan decides he’s enjoyed enough and just mind controls him right there and Jack’s face just goes blank and his eyes glaze over - imagine that scene in the first Avengers when Loki converts characters like Hawkeye with the scepter and their eyes go a completely inky black before dissolving to show blue pupils - and he just stands up obediently and is told what he has to do

the others clearly notice that Jack have gone and i’m making sure this thing doesn’t last too long so it’s not like, stupidly suspicious when he appears again but just enough to realise something is clearly up. especially since Jack is getting even closer than usual to Gracie, is kinda bleeding and something is ever so slightly up with his eyes. like when someone behaves like their usual self but something is always…off?

he’s also been given his knife and gun back so when the time comes he can disappear with Gracie whilst threatening her and others at gunpoint

so she’s been brought to Lo Pan after her and others have realised just before it was too late that he’s under somebody’s influence but since he’s too strong they can’t just…find a way to get rid of it, so Jack ends up taking her to the bad guy and she’s trying to get through to him because even though they barely know each other it’s very clear that he wouldn’t be doing this. evil dude’s just laughing at her attempts whilst Jack is just standing there because “he can’t hear you”

once she gets taken, dude’s like, you’re not important anymore and decides to release him for a moment so he can see and realise what he’s done before he gets killed

however, what is not supposed to take long so in a short process where Lo Pan basically waves his hand and Jack is supposed to drop dead, he gets interrupted and the latter instead just gets knocked out and wakes up with a splitting headache and a whole lot of amnesia

he wonders what on earth he’s doing here and where Gracie is and why people are looking at him strangely when he wakes up a couple of hours later after they manage to somehow get him and the rest of them out of there to collect themselves

he’s kinda just lying on like a sofabed and wakes up feeling considerably ill and slightly delirious and it takes a while to be told what he did even though he was under somebody else’s influence

he feels absolutely terrible when he finds out because he cannot remember what he did but everyone’s not happy and kinda wary and he’s really apologetic; he’s even more determined to get back in there and save Gracie and stop Lo Pan

like especially at the end of the film where he knows he kinda rubs people the wrong way and leaves by himself, he also feels at this point that he feels like it makes sense that he does and the amount of self-blame and guilt he has even if he wasn’t aware and couldn’t control himself, he still gets annoyed at how he managed to put himself into that situation and hurt the people around him

and i feel like at this point when they stop Lo Pan and rescue the two women, Jack doesn’t want to get too close because of what he ended up doing last time and has a whole lot more reason to leave by the end

sure, i don’t think the logic is great but you know me, i thought of this AU and it made sense to ramble about it because it really interests me, especially when that magic is put to some…fascinating use. and when i love a character so much, this is what happens. i don’t have a name for it, especially since i’ve only just become familiar with this film a few days ago, but i love this guy Jack and how it makes sense to do this to him

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