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buckys-wintersoldier · 3 months

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Treated like a queen | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> CollegeStudent!(Ex-)Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x CollegeStudent!(Ex-)Girlfriend!Reader ; College Student!BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x CollegeStudent!BestFriend!Female!Reader

Summary -> Steve cheated on you, and even when he tries to apologise, you can’t look at him the same way after knowing he just fucked someone else. Luckily your best friend is always there and knows how to treat his doll right.

Wordcount -> 3k.

Warnings -> (T) cheating, break down, crying, angst, but also a lot of fluff, college au

A/N -> The oneshot is dedicated to @imtryingbuck because you’re the most wonderful best friend I can wish for. You’re for me like Bucky is such the perfect best friend for reader. And I know you know that I appreciate you and all but I wanna let you know that you’re my bestest best friend. And I love you so much, thank you for the title hehe.😂❤️ Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

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There he is, your boyfriend of five years. He stands in front of you, trying to explain himself, but there are no ways to do so. The two of you moved together a while ago; it’s just a room in the residential school, but being so close to each other was something you two really wanted, and there you are now. Steve and you are standing in the room, and he plays with his fingers in front of him.

“I’m sorry. It was a mistake,” he whispers, his eyes closed while he runs his fingers nervously through his hair.

“A mistake that happens how many times? Three or four times?” you ask and raise your eyebrow.

Steve opens his eyes; he wants to take a step closer, but you lift your hands and walk away from him. He looks down, swallowing hard, before he clears his throat and looks at you.

“We- We had sex seven times,” he mumbles quietly.

You gasp when those words leave his lips. You thought he cheated once, but knowing that he did it seven times needs a moment for you to realize that it really wasn’t a mistake he made. You turn your head away from him; you want to scream, but you feel like you can’t. It would stick in your throat, and you wouldn’t be able to let go of your feelings, and you don’t want to, not in front of him. Then there is the feeling of just turning around and running away, or at least to cry, but everything feels so surreal, and at the same time, you feel reality hitting you. Your boyfriend cheated on you, and it wasn’t a mistake; it was his own decision to have sex with someone. And there is no excuse why he could have cheated on you.

“What did I do wrong that you cheated?”

“N-Nothing. Baby, listen-“

You interrupt him before he can say another word, and you lift your hand, showing him to stop talking. And he does; he always takes care that he doesn’t overstep your boundaries.

You don’t want him to call you baby, babe, or whatever pet name he gave you. How often did he call her babe or baby? Every time they were together and kissed, or only when they fucked? Maybe he never called her that, but he does. Steve is someone who praises his partner a lot and calls them by their nicknames or the pet names he gives them. Was he just there to fuck him, or does he love her?

“Steve, please stop calling me that. I’m not yours anymore.”

Your voice is so cold that you shiver slightly at your own harshness. You’re more the soft one, the emotional person. Steve is still looking at you; he wants to touch you, pull you close to him, and tell you that he loves you, but he knows you’re done with him. He messed up because he didn’t get his dick under control.

“Y/N- listen. I’m sorry. I’m- It’s not your fault. I- We-,” he sighs. A single tear makes its way down his cheek; his eyes are red, and the next tears are just a moment before they roll down his cheeks as well. “We- It was during the party, and then we used it to get rid of every frustration or too much stress because of the exam.”

Steve sighs when you laugh darkly. Then you shake your head and face him. Your expression is cold in a way you never thought you would look at him. There is no love, but also no anger; your expression doesn’t show any kind of emotion. You as well as Steve didn’t know that you would ever be that cold to the love of your life, the boy with whom you have been together for five years, and he threw it away by cheating on you.

“Would you have done it one time, maybe I would have accepted it one day. Maybe we could have fixed our relationship, but- Steve. I can’t look at you the same way I did. Your eyes were the things I always thought to see the truth in; your embrace was my home, but how can I ever see in those eyes of yours when all those promises were just lies? When all those words had no meaning?” you ask.

“They were no lies, and I meant what I said. I love you, y/n,” he mumbles.

Those words, they were meant all for you. ‘I love you'; they made you his; they made you feel special around him, and now he says it. And you’re standing there, trying not to give in, and just kissing him or hugging him to feel his warm body pressing against yours.

“You love me, and you will talk to me. Those were things you said, but you didn’t talk to me when you were frustrated or stressed. You cheated on me when you loved me; why did you cheat on me? I’m your number one. You would never cheat on me, but you did. I felt special around you, but not anymore; you did the things we did with her,” you tell him with a sad smile. You sigh softly. "Steve, those things- I’m sorry, but I will leave now. I hope you will be happier with her. I hope she is worth it that you destroyed what we had. But I’m not going to be with someone who doesn’t want me and has cheated on me.”

You turn around to leave the room, your shared room, and your home. But since you can’t look at him without knowing he cheated on you, it doesn’t feel like home anymore. And Steve stays quiet when you open the door. When you step out of the room and close the door behind you, you’re not leaving your room behind you; you also leave the boy you love behind you, and even when it breaks you, you know that he doesn’t want you; otherwise, he wouldn’t have cheated on you. You look for your phone to call Bucky. He is your best friend and is always there when you need him. So it doesn’t take long for him to pick it up.

“Hey, babydoll. Thought you’re with Steve,” he says. You can hear his happiness when you call him.

“I was. But- I. Bucky, can I come to you?” you ask.

Your voice is shaking, and the gasp that leaves Bucky’s lips tells you that his mood immediately changes when he hears your broken voice.

“Of course. Do you need anything? Chocolate or your favorite food? Some drinks?”

“Just you and a hug.”

“Of course, do you want me to pick you up?” Bucky sounds worried, but his voice is so soft that you calm down when you just talk to him.

“No, I’m almost there,” you mumble and hang up.

You suddenly feel so weak; everything you had with Steve isn’t there anymore. Tears form in your eyes, and you think about everything you had with Steve, the love you shared, the memories, and now there is nothing left of that love, only the memories, which are currently just him cheating on you.

After a moment, you reach Bucky’s room, knocking at his door, and he immediately opens it. The usual smile that appears across his face whenever he sees you isn’t as big as usual. His steel blue eyes aren’t as bright as you’re used to seeing them; he looks worried when he sees your red eyes and the tears streaming down your cheeks. Bucky wants to say something but stops himself when you just open your arms and wait for him to pull you close against him. And he does; he walks a step closer and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible. Your head is resting against his chest while he places his head on top of yours.

“I’ve got you, my pretty girl,” he mumbles, pulling you with him into his room before he closes the door with his feet.

When the door is shut, you break down in Bucky’s arms. Every feeling you tried to push away or didn’t want to cheat in front of Steve appears, and you're crying even more. Bucky holds you close, his hands moving up and down your back. You sob loudly, the tears streaming down your cheeks, and you feel like you can't breathe anymore. Your vision is blurry because of your tears, and you grip Bucky’s shirt to hold yourself. You’re a weck, which is just standing because of the tight grip of Bucky’s arms around your body. Everything you had with the love of your life, everything he promised, everything he said, it’s almost visible to you, and you can’t bring yourself to calm down. Your feelings are overwhelming, and you just want to be loved by someone who means what he said, someone who holds you like Bucky does right now.

“Bucky- he- Steve he cheated on me. Am I not enough for him? Why did he cheat on me?” you ask, still crying and pressing yourself more against Bucky.

“It’s not your fault, doll. He just doesn’t know what he lost when he let you go. You deserve someone who takes care of you and treats you the way you deserve to be treated, like a queen. Someone who knows that you’re worth so much more,” Bucky says, kissing your forehead, and he thinks about him when he says that he knows how to treat you right.

The two of you stand there for a while until your sobbing is quieter and you slowly calm down in Bucky’s embrace. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist, letting him carry you to the couch, where he has already placed your favorite food and drinks. You sometimes wonder why he always has everything you like there, but he also loves that kind of food, and he always has everything there for his doll. When you see the food, you smile, and Bucky places you between them on the couch.

“That’s what I want to see, that wonderful smile, doll,” he smirks.

You blush, and Bucky captures your cheeks to make you look at him. He wipes the tears with his thumbs away, then he leans closer to kiss your nose.

“I love you so much, my pretty doll,” he mumbles before he lets go of you and lets himself fall down next to you on the couch.

“Bucky!!!! I love you too, but don’t sit on the food!” you say, raising your eyebrow.

Bucky laughs, wraps his arm around your waist, and pulls you against him. You place your head on his chest, then you look for some food you want to eat first. Meanwhile, Bucky looks for something next to him, giving it to you, and your smile grows when you see his hoodie. You take it on and giggle. He loves seeing you happy and that smile when your eyes brighten or when you giggle. Bucky, luckily, knows exactly how to make you happy and feel comfortable.

It’s been a few weeks since you broke up with Steve, and it wasn’t easy for you to move on without him being around you every day. And especially when you had classes with him, it was even harder. But you get used to it, and Bucky makes sure he is always by your side to comfort you, and he just loves to spend his time with you.

“Bucky, you can meet your friends if you want to. I-I’m fine,” you say, sitting on his couch and looking at him.

“I prefer to spend time with my precious doll.”

You blush and hide yourself behind a pillow. The two of you are closer than ever, and since you’re living with Bucky in his room, you’re really happy after the situation where Steve cheated on you. Even when you sometimes miss him, Bucky makes sure you laugh just a moment later because he does something funny or just tells you a joke, even when it is not funny. But you laugh because he tells you bad jokes and acts like it was the most hilarious thing.

Bucky gets on his knees in front of you, his arms resting on your thighs, and he smiles. His blue eyes are shining in a way you haven’t seen them before. You could look into them all the time; the light blue, which matches the slight gray, looks like the most beautiful ocean. And whenever he looks at you and you get lost in the beauty of his eyes, you can’t get yourself to look away. They are mysterious and beautiful, and it's kind of scary when you realize that you forget everything around you when you just look at them.

“Doll, you’re staring,” he says, squeezing your thighs a bit.

“Sorry- I just- Have you ever seen in your eyes?” you blush when you ask him that question.

Of course, he sees his eyes every time he looks into the mirror, but he probably doesn’t get lost in them like you do.

“Do you want to move in here completely?”

The way his voice sounds makes it clear he really means what he asks. And you thought about moving into his room already, and you talked about it, but now it’s on you to decide if you’re ready to say yes or if you want to have most of your things still in your old room, the one where Steve is still living.

When you went to Bucky the day you broke up with Steve, Bucky told Steve to put a few things into a bag and place them in front of the door so he could pick them up later. And Steve did as he was told; he put things that really meant something to you and some clothes into a bag and placed them in front of the door. And Bucky picked it up later that day and made sure he didn't have to see Steve; otherwise, he would have punched him in the face for being such a dick.

“Do you really don’t mind? I mean, I should talk to Steve first.”

You capture Bucky’s cheeks with your hands. He sticks his tongue out and inches close to try to lick your nose, but you push him softly away so he can’t lick at you.

“Buckyyyyy,” you giggle.

“What’s up, doll?”

You roll your eyes; he can act like he didn’t try to lick your nose and just pretends you’re asking for him to answer, so you’re going to tell him something then. Bucky chuckles before he clears his throat to speak in a deeper voice.

“I don’t mind you moving in with me. I’m a robot,” he says, and you burst out laughing.

“Oke I’m gonna make myself ready, and then I will go to Steve and talk to him.”

Bucky nods, letting himself fall to sit in front of you so you can stand up and go to make yourself ready. He looks at you and sees the way his hoodie fits perfectly as a dress for you, but you just prefer his clothes. Before you walk into the bathroom, you turn around and wink at him. He laughs, and while he listens to the shower and the way you dry yourself before you make your hair, his mind goes crazy with thoughts about you and Steve.

What if you want to go back to him? Maybe you prefer Steve, and even when you broke up with him, maybe your love is stronger and you will leave him alone. His mood changes from the happy little puppy into the introverted, sad boy he is whenever you’re not around him.

“Bu- Hey, Bucky. You’re oke?” you ask worriedly when you walk back to the couch where he is sitting.

Bucky's eyes are slightly red, and he sniffles, but he nods his head. Of course, he is fine, right? You’re not his, and when you decide to be back with Steve, who is going to make you happy. You need to be happy, and maybe you’re happier with Steve, even when Bucky hopes you will choose him.

“I will be back in a few minutes,” you tell him, running your fingers through his soft brown hair.

“But maybe you want to stay with Steve,” he mumbles quietly.

You don’t say anything; you just kneel down in front of him and capture his cheeks. You turn his head, so he has to look at you before you lean closer and kiss him softly. Bucky places his hand around your waist and pulls you closer while he moves his lips against yours. When you two pull away and catch your breath, he still looks into your eyes, his cheeks slightly red, and the smile on his lips reaches from one side of his face to the other.

“Call me when you need help with Steve.”

You grab your phone and tap on it before Bucky’s phone rings, and he picks it up, chuckling softly.

“Yes, doll?”

“You said 'call me' when you need help with Steve. And I call you. I would love it when you would come there with me so I don’t have to talk to him about things I don’t want to talk about,” you say and smile when he hangs up and leans closer to kiss you again.

“Of course, my pretty doll,” he says, and he stands up before he picks you up and twirls you around. “Before you need to throw up on me, tell me, please,” he says, and you both need to laugh.

And there he is, your best friend. But he is way more than that. Bucky is your soulmate; he knows things about you that no one knows about you. And when you thought Steve was the love of your life, it was just because you weren't with Bucky together. With your best friend, you feel like you’re complete, you’re loved, and he treats you like a queen, like his queen. And Bucky can finally show you that you deserve so many good things and that he loves you like you’re everything to him.

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holylulusworld · 4 months

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Flowers (3) - Soapwort

Summary: Soapwort is the essence of bewilderment and confusion.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of FWB arrangement, Bucky is still confused

Flowers (2) - Snapdragon

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Rule number one. You should never trust a man. If you let them between your legs or in your heart, you are done for.

Grandmother Y/L/N was right. Men don’t deserve your attention, love or to feel the warmth of your pussy.

Especially when said man is a cheating cunt. The kind of man who fucks you straight into the mattress only to give a red-haired bitch sunflowers later.

“Sergeant Barnes asked if you changed your mind,” Maria watched your reaction. She's not interested in getting involved in your relationship drama with Bucky but worried about the upcoming missions. “You worked well together in the past. Like a well-oiled machine.”

“That’s in the past,” you huffed. “I thought you were on my side in this. What changed? Did the man-baby ask his buddy Captain America to help him get what he wants?”

“This has nothing to do with Captain Rogers. Sergeant Barnes seemed to be desperate about your sudden change of behavior,” she pointed out. “Is it possible that he’s not cheating on you? Maybe he’s just…dull.”

“Dull?” You cocked a brow. “James Buchanan Barnes may be many things, but he’s not dull!”

“Y/N, believe me. Men can be unbelievably dull when it comes to recognizing feelings.”

“We never talked about feelings, Maria. This is not the problem here. It’s that he had sex with me and gave that woman something he never gave me. Flowers. And he dared to give her my smile.”

Maria dipped her head to watch Dolores walk past you. You didn’t even recognize the red-haired devil, but Maria did. She saw the glint in Dot’s eyes and the smug grin on her lips when she glanced at you for a moment.

“I think, you should talk to Barnes. I know from experience, that men sometimes can’t distinguish a lonely woman from a lying wench.”

You wrinkle your forehead and consider her words. No. Even if he didn’t have anything going on with Dolores, he still gave her flowers. Who knows what else he did with her behind your back?

“I don’t get it Steve,” Bucky threw his hands up. “I thought everything was going in the right direction. We talked for hours and had fun together. She loved my bike and going on a ride. The sex was mind-blowing. Y/N and I just clicked.”

“Did you go on dates with her?” Steve questioned, raising a brow. “Did you tell anyone about your relationship? Because I know for sure you didn’t tell me about it.”

Bucky huffed, beyond frustrated. “We wanted to keep it a secret. Y/N never said that we wanted to tell anyone. I waited for her to tell me she was ready.”

“Buck, you told me that you had sex with Y/N that morning,” Steve shrugged at his friend’s angry expression. “And then you go and give Dolores, a woman you barely know, flowers.”

“ONE FLOWER! STEVE!” Bucky yelled and rammed his metal fist into the wall. “It was one flower. If only Y/N had stayed a little longer and not played hide and seek, I would’ve given her the rest of the sunflowers.”

“Why didn’t you give them to her first, Buck? Why give the flower to Dot first?” Steve yelled back. He barely raises his voice, but Bucky turns a blind eye to Dot’s foul play for too long.

“I bought the flowers for Y/N, Steve. I was on my way to her apartment, and then Dolores started to cry. I tried to soothe her, punk. I faked a smile, handed her the sunflower, and walked away.”

“If that’s the truth, go and explain things to Y/N instead of moping like an angry child. I love you like a brother, but if I must watch you pout for one more second I’ll punch your face.”

Bucky wrinkles his nose. “Uh-I don’t know how to start. I didn’t even know Y/N was mad at me. I’m so…” The brunette shrugged. "Confused."

“Buck, you’re not a confused puppy. Go,” Steve pushed Bucky toward your room, “and get your woman back. Oh, maybe you should offer more than a pout to her…” But not flowers. This would only make her mad.

Part 4

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alexawynters · 3 months

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Scarlet Whispers pt 10

Gif not mine, as always

Trigger Warnings: Some gore and violence.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Rating: M. Minors DNI

Masterlist with parts 1-9 here

Chapter Ten

A/N: I Googled the recipe for authentic Hungarian Chicken Paprikash in order to see how difficult it might actually be to make, and as someone who can’t cook but three things, I have to say it looks hella complicated. I’m giving Reader far more credit than I would ever give myself with regards to kitchen skills.. That said it sounds delicious and now I want it :’( Someone pls feed me. Also I felt super bad that I went so long without posting when I had this just… sitting in my Google Docs, so uh… have another chapter. I only have 12 written so far though so I guess I better get to steppin’. sweats nervously

The pair of you had elected on a movie marathon today, watching the Hobbit series together on the couch when Wanda felt it. That telltale tingle in the back of her mind, signaling that her wards had been tripped. This wasn’t the alarm for a breach, but rather letting her know that someone was at the perimeter attempting to get in. Pearly teeth grit in rage - how dare someone ruin her perfectly good afternoon with you? Everything was coming together, and now someone had the audacity to try and intrude, possibly to try and take you away from her? Wanda couldn’t have that.

Pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, the redhead informed you she needed to check on one of her projects and it might be a while. Your pout was quickly kissed away, Wanda directing you to play the new video game she had gotten you last month. Unintentionally, you had been putting it off - between spending time with Wanda and trying to play all the other video games you had, there hadn’t been much time for it. Excitedly, you agreed, getting the disc ready before putting it in the console, as Wanda stepped away. Sure it would be better with the woman by your side, but you could be patient while she worked on her projects.

Or at least, you would try to be. Healthy relationships and all, you had to be able to spend time apart, and you certainly spent enough time together even if secretly your selfish heart thought not enough.

Out of your view and satisfied you were preoccupied for the foreseeable future, the witch conjured her battle regalia, and stepped through a portal to the ground's perimeter. From the moment she stepped through, the cause of the alarm became readily apparent - Stephen Strange stood just beyond the barrier looking smarmy as ever.

Wanda was getting really sick of that stupid goatee.

“Stephen,” Wanda said, calmly, “How did you find me?” She asked, but she didn’t truly care, the how didn’t really matter.

”America didn’t sell you out, if that’s what you’re asking. The trail of death and destruction you’d left pointed me in the right direction. It took a while but eventually I found where you've been hiding, as you had to know I would.”

The witch hummed noncommittally. “I’m just trying to get my family back, Stephen. You of all people should understand that. I’ve seen what you have done to try and reunite with Christine. Can you blame me for wanting to be happy? Why do you get to choose the reality we all must live in, but when I try to make a life for myself, I’m labeled a villain?”

Strange knew there was some truth to her words, but he was never one to back down. “The family you had wasn’t real, Wanda. They never wer-”

“They were real to me!” The witch seethed, cutting him off.

“In almost every other universe, we are together and happy. If I have to go through you to make that happen, I will. To you they aren’t real, but to me they are my family, and I would burn every universe for them.” Red eyes blazed in rage, and Stephen had no doubt the Scarlet Witch meant her words.

Nevertheless, the sorcerer had no patience for empathizing with his former colleague. There was an innocent person in her grasp and it was his duty to save them. “You have to let her go, Wanda. You can’t hold her against her will like this.”

A sinister chuckle. “Against her will? Does she look like she’s being held against her will?”

With a flick of her stained fingers, and a hazy one-way portal appeared off to the side of them, showing where you were currently engrossed in playing your new video game: Baldur’s Gate 3. From there the scene changed to the recent dates you both had been going on, and how happy you were spending time together, focusing on just how enamored you looked gazing up at Wanda. Another twitch of ink-tinged digits, and the images were gone.

The sorcerer had to admit you didn’t look unhappy, but that didn’t mean all was as it seemed. He knew there was no way she had come clean to you about everything she had done to get you here. If she had, surely you would have run for the hills by now, or at least attempted to. Things wouldn’t be so rosy for you if he left you in her care, Stephen was certain.

“Be that as it may, this Y/N doesn’t belong with you. You decimated entire universes in your search for her, leaving countless innocents dead in your wake. Does she know that? Does she know that you murdered her parents in this universe?” He asked, knowing full well the answer.

His words stung, Wanda knowing that some part of him was right in this instance. No, she hadn’t told you, and initially she had never intended to. As she had gotten closer to you though, Wanda realized she wanted you to know. Not to hurt you, but to solidify that she would always keep you safe from any harm, no matter who it was. She loved you, truly, and wanted you to know everything about her. However, she couldn’t risk that until she was sure your heart wouldn’t turn away from her with the knowledge she revealed.

“They were abusing her, Stephen! In your infinite wisdom, did you know that? Do you know the life she led before me? I’m not her captor, Strange, I saved her! Here she is happy, and I provide her with everything she could ever want or need. Taking that away from her for the sake of your pitiful morality and duty, that would be the real crime. Y/N deserves to be loved, to be happy, and so do I. Don’t take that from us.”

Strange knew he couldn’t win on logic alone. This would undoubtedly end in another showdown, but he was hoping he could reason with the witch. “It’s not just about rescuing her from your clutches, Wanda. You have caused real harm to the multiverse. Untold suffering, trillions annihilated for your selfish obsession. You have to be stopped, Wanda. What’s to prevent you from killing Y/N when she doesn’t fall in line like you want? What will you do then, toss her body aside like so many other innocent people, tearing through countless more universes to find another copy? When will it stop?”

“I would never hurt her!” the redhead snaps, her magic flaring out in warning. She was blatantly ignoring the fact that not long ago she was chasing you through a forest in the fear and anger that you were leaving her. Even then though, she had never planned to hurt you, certainly not kill you. Only to teach you a lesson. Wanda deeply resented that Stephen thought she would ever purposely hurt you. Not to any lasting degree at any rate. She loved you. You were her everything, the key to her happiness.

The witch took a steadying breath, calming herself. She had to think of you first, and she didn’t want to risk a battle so close to her home with you in it. “I have no intention of leaving this universe ever again, Stephen. I can’t say that I am sorry for what I did - it has brought me here with Y/N. But we are happy here, and unless someone comes along to threaten my family, I otherwise have no need to ever harm anyone ever again.”

She paused to look Strange in the eyes, trying to convey her sincerity. “Please Stephen, just go. Leave us in peace. This doesn’t have to be a fight. I’m so… tired… of fighting, Strange, but I want to be clear: I will never give up what is mine. I will neutralize any threat to her, or her happiness, and that includes you.”

The sorcerer couldn’t deny that Wanda looked every bit as exhausted as she suggested at this moment. Unfortunately, he still couldn’t allow the greatest threat to the multiverse that’s ever existed to continue free. Stephen believed that Wanda believed she wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, but that didn’t mean that he trusted her temper. Having already proven volatile at best, and if he left her alone with you, there was nothing stopping Wanda from going on the rampage he expected her to, should you step one toe out of line.

With a deep sigh, he looked at the ground, pondering his options, wishing there was another way. “I’m sorry, Wanda. I can’t take that risk. Not with someone as powerful as you. I’ll ask you one last time, let Y/N go, and surrender. This doesn’t have to end in blood.”

The witch tilted her head, studying him. “I’m afraid that’s where you’re wrong, Stephen.”

Purposefully she strode through the barrier to her home, no longer protected by it, able to engage if necessary. “I won’t let you take her from me. I won’t allow anyone to take her from me, ever again. I have grown so much stronger since we last fought. If you insist on your foolish crusade, this will end with your blood.

By now Wanda was mere feet in front of the sorcerer, refusing to back down. “Like you said, Strange. Last chance.” She tilted her head again, and a chill ran down Stephen’s spine at her determined, if slightly unhinged visage.

Strange sighed, moving to take a defensive stance, when suddenly the witch’s arm was protruding from his chest. He let out a surprised grunt. He hadn’t even seen her move, but he could feel the agony radiating throughout his body, proof enough that she had.

With a disgusting squelch, Wanda withdrew her hand, his heart clutched firmly within, still beating. Horror darkened the man’s face as he stared in shock. He hadn’t even seen her move, much less been able to react. How had she gotten so fast? Pain and shock prevented him from even speaking.

“I’m sorry it had to be this way, Stephen, but I told you. If you continued to come for me, it would be the Scarlet Witch you would be dealing with.” With an almost regretful look at his flabbergasted expression, Wanda crushed his heart in her hand before dropping it. What was left of the ruined organ thudded onto the ground at almost the same time his body did.

Wanda turned and began walking back towards the cottage, not looking back as she waved her hand. Red phosphenes surrounded Stephen Strange’s body as it disintegrated into ash. She neglected to take a portal this time, electing instead to take the long way to the house in the hopes the night air would steady her. It didn’t.

Eventually setting foot in your shared home, Wanda cast a glance towards the living room and was relieved to see you were clearly still enthralled with your new game. So engrossed were you, that you failed to notice Wanda, hand and arm covered in blood, as she headed towards the bathroom for a shower. Though she could have cleaned herself instantly with magic, she knew she was in no state of mind to return to you just yet. Despite how unaffected Wanda had made an effort to appear to Strange, her sins were weighing heavily on her heart. Killing someone she had once fought beside was not something she relished. Another death she was going to have to explain to you one day. Since the walk hadn’t done anything to ease her troubled heart and mind, the witch set about taking a shower. It stood to reason you would hear it and not question her continued delay, buying her time to not only clean up but hopefully also clear her head.

Her shower was longer than usual, with less time spent cleaning than simply existing. Rivulets of water ran down her face as the redhead stood beneath the showerhead, staring sight unseeing at the shower wall. A necessary evil, she told herself. That didn’t make the weight of his death any less burdensome. What was she supposed to have done? Even if she had let him go, eventually he would have come back, the insufferable pest that he was. Likely then with numbers that even the Scarlet Witch might struggle with. She couldn’t have risked that. Risked you. Never again.

Why couldn’t he have just left her well enough alone? Wanda had meant what she said: she had no intention of universe hopping anymore. All she had ever wanted was her family. Now that she had you, she could begin rebuilding that, and you were making such good progress for her. Why would she want to start over with another variant of you, when you were just… so perfect for her? She still missed your Avenger variant, but every day that hole in her heart hurt just a little less. Besides, something about you specifically had a hold on her heart in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

Maybe in the beginning Wanda might.. have gone searching for another if you had not panned out as she expected. Terrible as that was to admit. Instead, from the moment she laid eyes on you before even entering into this universe, she was gripped by you. It was Fate, she was sure of it. And now? She couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. Of ever even trying to find another. Out of the vast multiverse, there was only this version of you. She wanted you as you were, and she refused to let you go or allow any harm to come to you. Even if it meant protecting you from herself.

A shuddering breath was exhaled, and Wanda began slowly rinsing the blood off of her face and out of her hair. She may have left you with a video game to keep yourself entertained, but Wanda knew from experience if she wasn’t there, it wouldn’t be too long before you would come looking. Wanda had become your rock, your favorite person. You could be playing your favorite game of all time, but if Wanda was not present, you wouldn’t have nearly as much fun. It was sort of cute how you would look for her at every opportunity, unable to stand being without her for too long. She felt similarly, and hoped you knew that now.

Finally clean, and deeming herself capable of functioning again, the witch changed into her most comfortable pajamas before mindlessly making her way back to the living room where you were. Absorbed in your game as you were, you only vaguely registered Wanda’s presence returning. You scooted slightly on the couch to make room for her, without ever taking your eyes away from the screen.

“Hey, Wands!” you said, enthusiastically. “How is your project coming along?”

The former hero was not ready to speak just yet, so she simply hummed instead, and leaned against you. She took comfort in your familiar warmth, even if your arms weren’t around her just now, your presence was enough to be soothing.

The lack of a proper response caught your attention. You almost didn’t turn to look at her, being in the midst of a pivotal battle, but you were glad you did. Hazel eyes puffy and tinted pink from crying met yours. Alarmed, you immediately stopped playing, controller forgotten in your lap, the game not even paused. Turning to the older woman, you placed one hand on her arm, the other to her cheek which she leaned in to.

“Wanda? What’s wrong? Has something happened?”

Oh her precious detka, thought the witch. Always such a big heart, eager to provide comfort and aid. Perhaps if she were to tell you, maybe you would understand. Maybe you would forgive her. As she took in your concerned gaze though, she knew she wasn’t ready to risk it. Not right now. Instead, she shook her head to your question, unwilling to answer it.

“Can we not talk about it right now?” Her Sokovian accent was slightly more pronounced.

Though you were dying of curiosity as to what could bring someone so mighty to tears, you didn’t press. It’s not as if there would be something someone as powerless as you could do anything about whatever it was anyway. All you could do was ask and offer comfort. Wanda would tell you when she was ready. Until then, this was your opportunity to return some of the love and support she had provided you with, and you positively ached to bring that to her. Wordlessly, you pulled her into your arms, leaning back on the couch until she was laying atop your body. Murmuring gentle words of reassurance, you held her close, occasionally running your fingers through her auburn locks.

After a while, you grabbed the remote nearby and turned the tv from your video game to the DVD player. The Dick Van Dyke show began playing softly in the background, and Wanda’s chest bloomed with love for you at your thoughtfulness. She nuzzled further into your embrace, staying that way for the better part of the rest of the day as you both dozed intermittently.

Hours later Wanda slipped into a proper sleep, and once evening had rolled around, you took it upon yourself to cook dinner. Though you hadn’t wanted to part from the witch, she clearly needed the rest, and you wanted to surprise her by making dinner for her. Carefully you rolled her away from your chest and onto the couch instead, placing one of the pillows beneath her head. The only indication she registered any change was the slight, adorable scrunching of her nose. Why was this woman so damn cute?!

The kitchen had never been your chosen domain. Before Wanda, you were more likely to burn a pot of water than actually cook something successfully. Now you were hoping some of her lessons had rubbed off on you as you rummaged through the pantry and fridge trying to locate ingredients. With any luck you would be able to throw together and create something vaguely resembling an edible meal.

It was a pleasant surprise for you to discover that you currently had all the ingredients available to make Chicken Paprikash - Wanda’s favorite meal from her home in Sokovia. Going through her recipe note cards, it didn’t take you long to find it, and soon you were throwing seasonings in a pot along with some onions, tomatoes, peppers, and the chicken. While that was cooking, you prepared the noodles. A little under an hour later, and everything was coming together. You just hoped it wasn’t trash.

The aromatic and savory fragrance must have awoken the redhead because she sleepily padded her way into the kitchen to find her sweet surprise. You couldn’t see her yet, your back to her as you stirred the food while it simmered. Though unable to carry a tune to save your life, you were humming quietly to yourself with your earbuds firmly in place as you focused on making the delicious meal. Precious.

“Are you cooking, detka?” Wanda asked just loud enough to be heard over your music, and you jumped, startled. Blushing you turned to face the witch and grinned sheepishly.

“Uhh.. if you could call it that?” you chuckled, pulling out an earbud. “I just thought since you’re always taking such good care of me, maybe I could return the favor?” Voice lilting upwards almost in a question, hoping you hadn’t overstepped.

Moving to stand next to you and see what you had made, Wanda’s eyes widened as she took in the familiar dish. “Is this chicken paprikash?”

“Haha, yeah uhh.. my attempt at it at least?” You absentmindedly rubbed the back of your neck - a nervous tick you’re pretty sure you didn’t have as a child until you started watching anime to learn the nuances of facial expressions better. It wasn’t until well into adulthood you learned most people don’t actually do that. Embarrassed, you fought not to slap your own arm, and instead simply lower it like a normal person.

“I hope I didn’t butcher it too badly. I tried to follow the recipe you had on the card since we had all the ingredients, but I can’t speak to the integrity of the dish as I haven’t tasted it yet. Besides, you're the true connoisseur here, so even if it seems okay to me, your superior palate might be able to tell the difference.” The joke rolls easily off your tongue, followed by a quick wink.

To you this was no big deal, you were just trying to be kind. But to Wanda? This was the sweetest thing anybody had ever done for her, and it reminded her almost of when she taught your Avenger variant how to make the dish. The other you had never tried to make it for her in return however, opting simply to learn about the meal while Wanda cooked. Now, looking at the beautiful dinner you had created for her, simply because it was her favorite and might cheer her up, Wanda felt her heart about to burst with affection for you.

Unable to hold back, deft fingers gripped your neck softly, quickly pulling you in for a searing kiss. Pouring all her love, affection, and appreciation into the kiss. You were surprised, but not unhappy with this turn of events. It hadn’t been your goal, per se, a kiss from the woman you were coming to love. However, if she wasn’t melancholic anymore, then you considered your goal accomplished. Your arms came to wrap around her neck, though you were careful to keep the spoon from making contact with her clothing or hair, you had heard her take a shower earlier and didn’t want to ruin that for her.

The kiss simmered into something soft and sweet. Meanwhile your food, unfortunately, was starting to bubble over. Hearing it, the pair of you sprung apart, with you frantically pulling the pot off the eye of the stove, stirring it to return to the intended consistency. Embarrassed and amused, you both burst into giggles at the almost mishap.

“Thank you, Y/N. This is incredibly sweet of you, I-” The redhead pauses, unable to eloquently convey everything she felt in that moment. “Just, thank you.”

The wattage of your smile could have been seen from space; you were so happy. “Of course, Wands! Any time.”

While you turned off the stove, Wanda set the table so you could begin plating your dinner. Jokes and laughter flowed easily between you as you both enjoyed your meal. Wanda, who never doubted your cooking skills, though you are pleasantly surprised, enjoyed that the paprikash is not only edible but rather delicious.

As you and Wanda settled into the domesticity of it all, the witch found her heart becoming light once again. So incredibly kind and thoughtful, you brought her joy, and filled her with hope. She resolved then and there to tell you everything one day. Deserving of that much at the very least, Wanda prayed, hoping, with all her being, that you would forgive her when the truth was finally revealed. For now though she sank into the warmth and comfort you provided, falling for you just a little more with each grin you flashed her way.

A/N 2: I’m not proud of what I had Wanda do in this, but I still have some left-over rage for how Stephen treated Wanda. All she needed was a little empathy, especially from the man who made the call to allow the events with Thanos and the Mind stone to play out as they did, basically letting Vision die. For no good reason. No you can’t convince me he was right. Its lazy plot writing that out of thousands and thousands of possibilities, none of them could have involved sparing Vision, or at least making his death mean something. I’m a Wanda apologist first and foremost, and I will die on this hill. Wanda deserved better, especially from those she called “friends”. Also, I stan women’s wrongs 😛

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ryusuisloveinterest · 5 months

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Hello! I came back with another request!

I was wondering if you could please write something, with " I feel safer with you" kind of moment, please?

I would like to request this for Ryusui, kohaku ( girls need more love here) and ukyo, please?

Thank you!

welcome back anon! I think I went for what you’re asking for but if you don’t like it then feel free to let me know! Ngl they’re kinda long lol. I hope you enjoy 💕

I feel safer when I’m with you🩷

Ryusui: New America City Arc

“You’re staying here.” Ryusui demands you. You scowl. “Why?? I can help you sail the ship! I can keep Watch! There’s so many things I can do just let me come with y-“ This is the first time you’ve ever seen Ryusui so serious. Sure he was always focused and determined on something, but he never had such a solemn face. “(Y/n)…” he says as he drags you by the arm, leading you to the Perseus. “Please Ryusui…let me come with you.” “No…” This is when you lost it. “Why Ryusui?! This isn’t fair. We’ve been through everything together and now-“ “I want you to be safe ok?!!” Ryusui would never raise his voice at you. Ryusui’s voice has never trembled before. Ryusui’s eyes have never been filled with tears about to spill over. Ryusui has never desired something more in his whole life. “S-Stanley is going to come after us. He’s not gonna just slap our wrists and move on. No… he’s gonna come at us guns drawn and take every single one of us until he’s satisfied…” His eyes lock onto yours, desperation in them. “I can’t let you be put in that kind of danger. You have to be safe, I have to KNOW you have to be safe…” The water starts to fall out of his eyes. “We don’t have time for this, I have to get you to the Perseus before-“ He was shocked at the sudden soft lips onto his and the small hands that touched his face. He wraps his muscular arms around your waist and pull you closer to his body. As your lips slowly part, you softly smile at him. “Oh Ryusui, I’m never going to be safe unless I’m with you…” He’s stunned, confused on what you mean. “Remember, before the whole petrification, when you were at my place during a thunderstorm. The one that was on the news for weeks?” He nods. “I was doing the laundry, and you were building one of your model ships. I was almost done with the towels when the lights went out. Of course I started panicking, I’ve never not been scared of blackouts.” You chuckle, thinking of the memory. “I just sat on the couch, trembling, when I feel my favorite blanket wrapped around me.” Your mind travels back to that very day. You both remember every little detail from the cologne Ryusui was wearing to the conversations the both of you had to distract you. “As soon as you wrapped me in your arms, I felt a weight being lifted off my chest. I wasn’t afraid anymore, and it’s all because of you.” He reaches his hand out, tangling it in a few strands of your hair. “Please my love, if you want me to be safe then let me come with you…” He pauses, contemplating on what to do. “Fine, but let’s hurry.”

Kohaku: After Perseus is finished

The Perseus was finally done. Everyone celebrated for only a short while since Ryusui began calling names. One after the other, Ryusui calls name after name. “To help with ship maintenance, (y/n)!” You’re shocked at first that the Kingdom of Science wants you on their journey, but you except the offer with a small nod and walk onto the ship. Everyone greets you and welcomes you on board, well tried to. Kohaku snatched you up immediately, basically throwing you in the air because of how excited you are that you’re coming. “Thank goodness you’re here (y/n)! I thought I would have to separate from you!” You can’t help but blush and giggle at her reaction. After everyone boards and Ginro does his swimming to the boat thing you all head out to Treasure Island.

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Soon night falls and you and Kohaku are the first on night watch. You both stand hand and hand as you lean on the sides of Perseus. The smell of the ocean sets the romantic mood as the stars provide some light for the both of you. Kohaku rests her head on your shoulder, letting out a small sigh. “I’m really happy you’re here (y/n), really. To be completely honest I thought you would stay behind. You’ve never really be the one to venture out.” You let out a laugh. “Well, you could say I wanted to stay close to a certain someone.” This made Kohaku giggle. “Besides, I was curious. To see more than just the island we live on.” Kohaku smiled softly while holding your hand a little tighter. “But…aren’t you even a little scared? About leaving your home?” You were shocked at her sudden vulnerability. The strong lioness showing her fear and worry. You squeeze her hand back. “Hey, we’ll be fine. Everything is going to be fine. As long as we have each other, there’s nothing to worry about.” She smiles at you, then gives you a small kiss on the cheek. You laugh to yourself. “Plus, I don’t have to worry about being mauled by a bear or something, I have Ishigami Village’s strongest warrior with me, I never have to worry with you around Kohaku!” Kohaku laughs at this, and if you’d look hard enough then you could notice the small blush forming on her face. “Thanks (y/n), I’m glad I can always count on you…” She takes a small step towards you before sharing a delicate kiss.

Ukyo: Stone Wars

You were sitting outside of Tsukasa’s cave, waiting for the meeting between Tsukasa, Hyoga, and Ukyo to end. As you were about done picking the random flowers that found their way through the rock, you see Hyoga angrily stomp pass you. You look in the cave as Tsukasa and Ukyo walk out. “(Y/n).” Tsukasa says as he nods at you, walking to a quiet place to think. Ukyo sighs as he walks over to you, grabbing both your hands and kissing them. “Tough meeting?” You whisper. He nods. “Let’s get you some food then you can tell me all about it yeah?” “I’d love that.” He smiles as you both walk hand and hand to your shared hut.

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Night eventually falls as you and Ukyo cuddled close together for warmth. “What’s on your mind Ukyo? You’ve been acting strange ever since your meeting with Tsukasa and Hyoga.” Ukyo barries his face in your neck, breathing softly. “Hyoga was telling Tsukasa that we should only revive the strongest while Tsukasa believes only the young should survive.” He buries his head deeper, taking in your scent. You rub his ear, making his face heat up. “And how do you feel about that? Do you agree with letting a few live and the rest die?” You already knew the answer, but you had to hear it from his mouth. Ukyo holds you tighter when you feel your neck become wet with his tears. “N-no one should die, w-why do we have to d-decide who lives or dies? It’s not right!” You cup his face and wipe his tears. “That’s not all you want to tell me, is it?” He stares up at you, hesitant. He touches your hand and kisses it. “I found a phone.” A phone? In the stone world? How? “On the other side was the Kingdom of science…” Yes, Tsukasa’s current enemy. “Their leader, Senku, said if I could help them, they’ll prevent anymore bloodshed and stop the destruction of the statues…�� Hes scared to tell you more, but he holds you tighter. “What else Ukyo?” “I cant, the more you know, the more likely Tsukasa could harm you. I have to keep you safe..!” You grab his face making him look at you. “Listen to me, I’m here with you. No matter what we face we’ll do it together. And as for my safety, I know that I’m safe when I’m with you!” This causes Ukyo’s tears to fall out again. He looks down and takes a breath. “I agreed. I dont want anyone else to die…” You squeeze his hand and kiss his hand. “Then no one else will. We’ll make sure if it. Together…”

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literaryavenger · 3 months

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Captain America: Civil War - 2

Summary: After Peggy's funeral, Steve, Sam and you go to Bucharest to track down Bucky before the FBI kills him, or at least tries to.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of violence. Language. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: Here's part two of Civil War and the first look into a Bucky x Reader relationship! That's my goal, anyway. Hope you enjoy!

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It’s been a sad few days for Steve, he’s been crying a lot after the news that Peggy died.

You and Sam offered to go with him to the funeral so now you’re both sitting in the first row as Steve and five other guys carry the coffin.

“And now, I would like to invite Sharon Carter to come up and say a few words.” the priest says and Steve’s old neighbor Agent 13, steps up to the podium.

Your eyes widen a little in shock and elbow Sam while looking at her, then Sam nudges Steve and nods to her.

“Margaret Carter was known to most as a founder of SHIELD… but I just knew her as Aunt Peggy.” Sharon starts the eulogy and you look at Steve who's just as surprised to see her. “She had a photograph in her office. Aunt Peggy standing next to JFK. As a kid, that was pretty cool. But it was a lot to live up to. Which is why I never told anyone we were related.”

She looks directly at Steve before continuing. “I asked her once how she managed to master diplomacy and espionage in a time when no one wanted to see a woman succeed at either. And she said, compromise where you can. But where you can't, don't. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move… it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye and say ‘No. You move.’.”

Her words hit you deep, and you’re sure they hit Steve deep, too.

Peggy was clearly a very smart woman, and the fact that she helped found SHIELD and was such a badass made her your inspiration when you were a trainee and ever since you became an agent. Sharon’s words just made you more and more sure that not signing the Accords is the right thing to do.

After the funeral Steve asks you and Sam for a moment alone, so you hug him before letting him have some peace, making your way to the hotel you’re all staying at with Sam.

You’re in the hotel bar when the news comes on with the bombing in Vienna. You and Sam exchange a worried glance and set out to find Steve right away.

You find him near the elevators with Sharon just as the elevator arrives.

“Thanks for walking me back.” Sharon says and as Steve answers “Sure” you get close to them.

“Steve.” you grab his attention.

“There’s something you gotta see.” Sam finishes.

We all go up to Sharon’s hotel room to turn on the news that’s all about the UN bombing in Vienna and how the culprit is believed to be James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier HYDRA asset and formerly known as Sergeant Barnes, Steve’s best friend.

They talk about the death of King T’Chaka and you look at Steve who seems as concerned as you are as you quietly say. “That’s not good.” And he agrees with a nod.

“I have to go to work.” Sharon says and you all know what has to be done.

Sam, Steve and you flew to Vienna with Sharon and now you and Sam are in a coffee shop waiting for Steve while he talks to Natasha.

“How can you eat at a time like this?!” you whisper shout to Sam, annoyed.

“What am I supposed to do, starve?” He answers and you roll your eyes but before you can say anything back, Steve steps next to him.

“She tell you to stay out of it?” you ask him, knowing Natasha pretty well.

“Might have a point.” Sam comments casually.

“He'd do it for me.” Steve says back.

“1945, maybe.” Sam says and you roll your eyes and try to be a little more sensitive than Sam.

“I just want to make sure we consider all our options.” you gently say, but Sam cuts in.

“Yeah, the people that shoot at you usually wind up shooting at us.” He says and can’t really fight him on that, he’s not wrong.

Sharon appears next to Steve and starts talking quietly without looking at any of us.

“Tips have been pouring in since that footage went public. Everybody thinks the Winter soldier goes to their gym. Most of it is noise. Except for this.” She slides Steve a file. “My boss expects a briefing, pretty much now, so that's all the head start you're gonna get.”

“Thank you.” Steve says as he takes the file.

“And you're gonna have to hurry. We have orders to shoot on sight.” she says and leaves as the three of you exchange a worried glance. Without wasting any time, you make your way out of the coffee shop and to the airport, destination: Bucharest.

You get to the right address and go separate ways. Sam gets to the roof of the building that Steve enters to look for Barnes and you go to the roof of the other building, where you have an eye on both Sam and, thanks to the scope on your rifle, you can see Steve even through the covered windows.

You see Steve enter the small apartment and look around, then he goes to the kitchen and picks up what looks like a notebook and opens it. Then you hear Sam’s voice through the comms.

“Heads up, Cap. German Special Forces approaching from the south.” You notice movement behind Steve as Sam talks.

“Understood.” Steve says as you see Barnes has entered the apartment.

“Steve, turn around.” You tell him through the comms and he slowly does.

“Do you know me?” You can hear Steve ask, but can’t hear Bucky’s response because he's talking too quietly.

“They've set the perimeter.” Sam says, but you’re still focused on Bucky inside the building.

“I know you're nervous. And you have plenty of reason to be.” You hear Steve say, “But you're lying.” You can see Bucky’s lips moving, but at this angle you can’t really read his lips.

“They're entering the building.” Sam says and you finally take your attention away from the apartment and look around the building as you hear Steve talk.

“Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive.”

“Sam, they’re on the roof.” You say through the comms.

“She’s right, I'm compromised.” He says.

“This doesn't have to end in a fight, Buck.” Steve says.

“5 seconds.” Sam says in your ear.

“You pulled me from the river. Why?” Steve keeps trying to get through to Bucky.

“3 seconds!” You say as you see them about to breach the apartment.

“Yes, you do!” Steve almost yells before you hear Sam yelling in your ear.

“Breach! Breach! Breach!” you see a grenade crash through the window. Bucky kicks it to Steve, and he smothers it with his shield.

You see Bucky shielding himself with the mattress against an attack from the window, then he blocks the door with a table as cops swing in on cables. Steve pulls the rug from under a policeman, sending him flying. Bucky slams another policeman into the wall.

“Buck, stop! You're gonna kill someone.” you hear Steve say before Bucky slams him down and punches a hole in the floor right next to his face.

You faintly hear him say, “I'm not gonna kill anyone.” Before he pulls something out the floor, throws it out the building and it lands near you.

You’re about to go see what’s in it but are distracted by Bucky and Steve hiding behind the shield together before Bucky shoves Steve into a cop and you have to stop yourself from laughing.

Bucky holds up his metal hand and repels bullets, then slams a cop into some shelves. He picks up a large cement brick and slams it into a cop and you can see Steve fighting another cop on the balcony.

You see Bucky punch through the wall beside the door. He steps into the hallway and you lose sight of him, a second later Steve steps into the hallway and you lose him too.

“You have a visual, Sam?” You ask through the comms and he answers with a simple ‘No’.

You hear Steve say “Come on, man.” and hear his grunting as he fights.

After a minute you hear Steve say “Y/N, he’s coming your way.” and you frown.

“What do you mean he’s-” Before you can answer you can see Bucky jumping out a balcony and you let out a quiet “Holy shit.” that makes Steve groan and Sam snicker.

Bucky lands not too far away from you and, before he can get to his backpack, you put yourself in front of him so he can’t get to it.

“Hello, soldier.” you say in a teasing and vaguely flirting tone, but he simply looks at you for half a second before throwing a punch that you avoid and quickly say “Not a talker. Got it.” Before throwing a punch of your own that he easily stops, holding your arm as he sweeps your legs and in a second you’re on the ground.

Bucky picks up his backpack and runs, but a big man all dressed in black, a full face mask with pointed ears, slams into him and knocks him down. He extends his fingers and sharp claws pop out and he attacks Bucky with sweeping kicks and slashes.

Bucky fights back but is kicked into a wall, the figure swipes his claws and spins gracefully. Bucky narrowly avoids being slashed, holding up a metal bar to protect himself.

You get up and get closer to them to try and help Bucky. You kick the man off of him and protect Bucky by standing in front of him in a fighting stance.

“Bad kitty.” you tell him and can hear Steve and Sam simultaneously say “Seriously, Y/N?”

“Sam, southwest rooftop.” you hear Steve say as the cat man lunges at you.

“Who the hell's the other guy?” Sam asks.

“About to find out.” Steve answers while you try your best to not get killed by the overgrown cat you’re fighting at the moment. The man manages to slam you into a wall and lunges at Bucky with his claws, but Bucky grabs his wrists.

You’re about to help but a soldier fires a machine gun from a chopper, the ammo bounces off the man’s armored suit who’s now on top of Bucky, but you’re forced to hide to avoid the bullets.

You hear Steve call for Sam’s help and Sam answers with a “Got him.” before he flies down and shoves the chopper off course, then swoops towards street level.

Bucky breaks free from his attacker, slings his bag on his back, runs and jumps down a level, and the other man slides down the wall using his claws for traction. Bucky lands at street level and the chase continues. Steve follows and lands rolling along the ground.

You watch them from the edge of the roof and sigh. “Okay, I can’t do that.” You look up in search of Sam. “Sam, I need a ride.”

“I got you.” He says as he swoops down and picks you up, taking flight again to follow the others while you hang on to him for dear life.

Gunfire from the chopper tears up the sidewalk, Bucky jumps down through an opening, lands in an underpass and he runs through the traffic. Cat Suit and Steve drop down and chase after Bucky as a Special Forces Vehicle pursues all of them.

You see Steve leap onto the vehicle and splinter the windshield and, when the driver stops, Steve yanks him from the vehicle and kicks the windshield out, then drives off.

Bucky runs over the top of a speeding car, outpacing it and Cat Suit is a few cars behind, keeping pace with him. Then he leaps on the back of the 4x4 that Steve's driving and Steve swerves from side to side, trying to throw him off.

“Sam, I can't shake this guy.” He says into the comms.

“We’re right behind you.” Sam says as you fly behind him.

Several police cars join the chase and you see Steve side-swipe another car and drive on.

Bucky leaps over a barrier and Steve drives through it, then you can see Bucky grab the handlebar of an incoming motorcycle and spin the bike around in mid air, throwing the rider off as he gets on the bike himself, riding away and sending cars careering out of the way.

Steve keeps on Bucky's tail with Cat Suit holding onto the back of his car. They all rocket through another underpass and Sam flies into the underpass.

Cat Suit leaps off the front of Steve’s car onto Bucky's motorbike and Bucky flings him over his head and the bike leans down on its side. Bucky kicks his assailant away, straightens up and rides on.

Cat Suit catches a ride on one of Sam’s legs and Sam tries to kick him away. Bucky throws a sticky bomb and blows up the roof at the end of the underpass, bringing down tons of rubble.

Sam tells you to hang on and you can feel his grip tighten on you as he stops and throws the Cat Suit man into the rubble. He throws Bucky off the motorcycle as Steve swerves the car through the rubble and leaps out, running as Bucky and the Cat roll on the ground.

When they stop the Cat is on Bucky right away but Steve jumps on him and pulls him off Bucky.

Steve stands up, facing the sleek and muscular overgrown black cat as the police arrive and surround you all, guns aimed. War Machine leaps down from above and raises both his suit hands, guns drawn.

“Stand down, now.” Rhodey says, aiming at Bucky and Steve who are standing side by side and at the Cat Suit Guy. Steve puts his shield on his back again as Rhodey continues. “Congratulations, Cap. You're a criminal.”

Police move in and force Bucky to his knees. The Cat raises his hands as a cop moves Steve's arms behind his back and you and Sam are also handcuffed and brought closer to the others by two police men. The cat retracts his claws and pulls off his mask revealing his face and you’re all shocked to see it’s King T'Challa.

“Your highness.” Rhodey says as Bucky's hauled flat on the ground and getting handcuffed.

You all get arrested, forced to change out of our suits and gears and taken to Berlin. Bucky is restrained inside a glass-walled pod surrounded by armed guards.

In an SUV sits T’Challa on front, then you, then Steve and last Sam. You’re quietly going through traffic until Sam very respectfully breaks the silence. “So, you like cats?”

“Sam.” Steve warns him while you snort in amusement, looking out the window to avoid what you’re sure will be a disappointed glare from Steve.

“What?” Sam continues. “Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don't wanna know more?”

“Your suit…” Steve ignores Sam and addresses T’Challa. “Is it Vibranium?”

“The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. A mantle, passed from warrior to warrior.” T’Challa finally speaks up. “And now, because your friend murdered my father, I also wear the mantle of king.” Oh, no. “So, I ask you... as both warrior and king... how long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?”

The silence that follows is deafening, as none of you know or want to give an answer to that, and you’re sure T’Challa doesn’t expect one.

“Sorry about King T’Chaka…” You say quietly after a moment.

“Don’t worry, miss Y/LN. He will be vindicated.” He answers back without missing a beat.

You look back at Steve and Sam and they both look as worried as you feel.

This is not going to end well, is it?

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FEAR OF GOD: Chapter VIII: The Fisher King

Series Masterlist ; Moodboard

Pairing: Joel Miller x OFC

Summary: Teach me how to ask for forgiveness, even when I know I don’t deserve it.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content Warnings: angst; PTSD; very brief mention of infertility in the first section, description of injury

A/N: Art is Breach by Keith Perelli (2006-2007)

Word Count: 4.2K

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CHAPTER VII: The Fisher King

But still. Still.

Bless me anyway.

I want more life. I can’t help myself. I do.

I’ve lived through such terrible times, and

There are people who live through much worse, but… You see them living

anyway. When they’re more spirit than body, more sores, than skin, when they’re

burned and in agony, when flies lay eggs in

the corners of the eyes of their children,

they live. Death usually has to take life

away. I don’t know if that’s just the animal.

I don’t know if it’s not braver to die. But I

recognize the habit. The addiction to being

alive. We live past hope. If I can find hope

anywhere, that’s it, that’s the best I can do.

It’s so much not enough, so inadequate but

…Bless me anyway. I want more life.

-Tony Kushner, Angels in America

“Do you think you’ve been happy, so far?” you ask her one night.

“I think so, yes. Have you?” Her answer is immediate. She’d never been one for much indecision – that was always your role.

“Yes. At times. I’ve also been very sad.”

“Me too.” You can hear it now, that sadness, in the quietness of her voice.

“I hope we can be happy in the future. That we’ll be together, always.” The two of you are laying under the stars, hidden in the forest, in your old sleeping bags. She says the trees guard you, keep you safe. If you’d had more experience, you’d have felt very close to death in that moment.

“We will be. Don’t worry about that.”

“I don’t want either of us to die,” and you can hear how young you sound, how naive. Despite all you’ve been through, you’ve not been able to let go of that part of yourself. When you’re older you will think that, perhaps, that was not such a bad thing.

“We won’t. That won’t happen.”

“You can’t know that.”

“Yes, I can. I have a plan. If we stick to it, we’ll be okay.”

“Alright.” Your trust in her is implicit, after all.

She is very quiet for a while after that, you think she’s fallen asleep, but then suddenly: “You know, I can’t have children.”

“How do you know?”

“Things were off – Dad was able to run some tests.” That sadness is there again, echoing in her voice, and it is a very painful thing to hear from someone you love so much – someone you know would want that for themselves.

“I’m sorry.” For there is nothing else to be said in light of such a tragedy for her. She would make a wonderful mother.

“It makes me really sad.” There’s quiet again, for a long time, but then: “I know it’s a terrible world. Not safe – but still… It makes me very sad.”

“I’ll have one for the both of us. We can share.”

One of the last times you ever hear her laugh – you should have cherished the sound more – branded it in your memory. “I’d like that.”

Beth is dead two days later.

He sits by your sick bed for days. Shrouded in darkness, he lets his fear, his nightmares swallow him whole – the great gaping maw of a monstrous dream come to fruition. He thinks of Sarah’s mother, his ex-wife, for some reason – can’t understand why she comes to his mind in this moment, honestly. He hasn’t thought about her in decades, that woman he’d known so long ago – can hardly remember her face now. It makes him indescribably sad.

He’s trying to prevent his mind from dissociating. To keep himself present, in case you wake, in case you need him. But the sight of you, small and pale and broken. So still. It fractures his mind in a way he cannot understand. The days of you being lost – of his mad flight to find you, out with teams of hunters, combing the forest for any sign of you, the way he’d screamed at Maria and Tommy and Ellie and anyone else who got too close, spoke too loudly. He’d been extremely close to violence, of the unimaginable sort. That terrible last night, his own destruction, flashing over and over and over in his mind, the things he’d said to you. He could not compare the terror to anything else he’d ever experienced before. The pure horror of that being the last memory you’d ever have of him, of coming across your dead, mangled body, of never seeing your bright, unguarded smile again – in decades filled with fear, day in and day out, he now felt he’d been infected with the most unimaginable of diseases. A stabbing, bone melting pain to his mind, his heart, his flesh, again and again, all of his own making.

This is his fault. He did this to you. Pushed you away. Made you feel like you needed to flee, escape him. He wants to be angry with you for being so stupid, for going out there without him. But how could he not understand it – for what choice did he give you? That you’d prefer to face the monsters out there, rather than the one inside, the one in front of you – rather than him. He thinks he too would rather face the horrors out there, a thousand infected, than face himself. Face his own guilt, his own shortcomings.

He still isn’t speaking to Maria – can barely look at her. He’d told her if you were dead it’d fall on her head. That he’d blame her for it forever. It was a viciously unfair, nasty thing to throw at her when he’d been the one to push you away, the one to tell you to leave, when this was really all his fault alone.

He thinks of Tess – how he’d not been able to keep her safe either, all that time ago. A regret so profound, he’s sure he’ll swim in it for the rest of his miserable life.

Ellie had said sending you away that night had perhaps been the worst thing he’d ever done. The sight of you in this bed proves that fact, and he is filled with a rage so black, so all consuming, it cripples him, will send him to his grave if you don’t come out of this.

He hasn’t slept in days. Merely closing his eyes to rest his racing mind a few moments at a time. The baby you’d had with you has been with Maria. Tiny, squealing, rageful thing that she is. She only quiets when Maria brings her into your room, lays her beside your sleeping form. As if she knows already, even now, that the best place in the entire world is at your side. He closes his eyes in the quiet interminable moments of waiting and tries to picture Sarah’s mother in his mind. To remember her face. He cannot. There’s only a flash of dark curls. The sound of her voice, gone to time. All he can conjure with clarity is the image of Sarah’s smiling face that last morning he’d spent with her. His most precious memory. Something he exercises in his mind every morning when he wakes, lest, he too, forget that. He wonders if she’s still alive, what happened to her after the outbreak. He hopes she survived – hopes she lived a life not too full of terrible, painful things. Although, he isn’t entirely sure there exists any other version of this life anymore. He hopes he can find it, if it does, and give it to you, if you’ll let him.

He looks back at your resting form. The welts and scrapes that had marred the side of your face are healing well. The swelling receding into angry bruising. Nancy was worried you’d sustained a head injury, as an explanation for your prolonged unconsciousness, but neither the bones in your face, nor your skull were broken. Perhaps only a mild concussion, she thought. It inclined her to believe this was simply a side effect of the blood loss you’d endured from the wound in your side, the exhaustion and trauma.

Joel thinks he might become a religious man after this. Thinks he might start going to church, prostrating himself at the effigy of the cross to thank whatever higher power there exists for bringing you back to him, keeping you alive, allowing him another chance to see that smile, even if it’s never directed at him again. Because that is something else he is terribly afraid of. That his last words to you that night, will be the only thing you’ll ever be able to remember of him. All you’ll ever be able to see of him, going forward. He is so, so afraid of the consequences of his own terrible actions. Terrified that the moment he cast you away will be the only moment the two of you live in together for the rest of your lives.

And he thinks: Joel Miller, you are a man made up of fears.

The first thing you see when you finally open your eyes again are his hands. They’re scarred. Tiny, faded marks of a life past, marring the lines of a map of all his pain, his history. Your body hurts, one large throbbing bruise. But the fire in your shoulder, the muscles of your back and arm, has abated. You say a silent prayer of thanks that you’d been able to keep from straining it more. Any more damage and you’d have probably lost function of the limb entirely.

His eyes are closed, his temple pressed against his fist on the arm of the chair pulled up to your bedside. The house is entirely silent – dark and peaceful. You stretch your legs under the blankets, no terrible amount of pain, and his eyes spring open immediately at the subtle sound of your shifting. So attuned to you, that the mere rustling of the sheets brings him to wakefulness. You watch the dilation of his pupils, everything else frozen in place. Head still resting against his fist, he stares at you wide eyed and unblinking. You take in his face – his eyes are bloodshot and rimmed in the harsh purple bruising of exhaustion. His too long, messy curls lie limply across his forehead. He looks haggard, wrung dry. The most defeated you’ve ever witnessed him. Neither of you say anything as you study the other. He still hasn’t moved and the look in his eyes – afraid, resigned, like you’re a predator about to come in for the kill strike.

You feel indescribably sad for him, seeing him like this. Brought down low. It’s wrong. Not an image of the Joel you know that should exist in the world. You’re sure you mustn’t look much better. Broken, the both of you, in this shared moment. You slowly start to slide your palm across the bed towards him, and like a flip bringing him back to life, he melts onto the ground from the chair. Coming to kneel on the floor at the edge of the bed, he grasps your outstretched hand and presses his forehead into your palm, his grasp so, so gentle. His other hand snakes up, under the blankets to grip your bare knee in his warm palm, his thumb slowly sweeps over the bend.

His shoulders begin to jerk, in tiny little gasps. He’s crying.

“I was so afraid.” It is choked and guttural, a confession of the highest order, an admission of weakness, a supplication for mercy, for forgiveness.

You know that his words are all encompassing. He was afraid that night, when the two of you were attacked, when he told you he loved you, when he sent you away, when he couldn’t find you. He’s been afraid for decades, since the moment he met you, since the moment his daughter died. Your heart cleaves in two at the sight of his defeat. The hot slide of his tears through the spaces between your fingers, pooling in the cup of your palm, the liquid feel of them burns you, incites a violence in your heart to rise up at the sight of his suffering, of his pain. But you say nothing. Too weighed down by your own terror, your own pain.

By the prospect of having to tell him the truth. The secret you’ve been carrying with you, that you’re pregnant. Terrified of his reaction. Of his possible rejection. For it isn’t just you anymore that would feel the loss of him. There’s two, three, of you now. And you’re terrified of having to ask him to bear this with you. Don’t want to have to ask. And part of you knows, is positive, that he’ll be there for you without you ever having to even ask. That there would be no question of it. No other alternative. That if anything else, the man before you is honorable and good – despite his violence, despite his sins, despite his fear, he is good. He would never abandon you to face this alone. But still, you’re afraid. Just as he is, just as he has been. So you say nothing, simply bring your other hand up to cup the back of his bent head.

There are no words that could fit in the quiet space of your room in that moment – so swollen is it with all your shared fears, all the things left unsaid. You let him cry.

Ellie finds him sitting on his front porch, guitar in hand, strumming gently – a mug sits by his side. There is no fight to be had now, this she knows. Perhaps no reconciliation, either – not at this moment. But there is much to be said, still, or even perhaps, merely silence to be shared. This is her olive branch. In the days since your disappearance, and then since you’d been found, recovering, she’s had a lot of time to think. To consider her choices.

“Hey.” The look on his face as he watches her walk up guts her – so full of reluctantly glad surprise.

“What’re you drinking?”

“Coffee.”

Of course. “Where’d you get that?”

“Uh… those people that came through last week. A little embarrassed as to what I had to trade to get it, but … it’s not bad.”

“Oh,” she’s slightly at a loss for what to say, how to continue. Their once easy banter seems so unreachable with so much laying between them. “You need to stop harassing Jesse about my patrols.”

“Okay,” he says succinctly – like he’s not going to take her incendiary bait. He looks away, considering what he’s about to say next. “Dina. Is she your girlfriend?”

And nope, she sure as fuck hadn’t been expecting that one. “No! She – That was just one kiss. It doesn’t mean anything,” she denies, referring to the kiss he’d accidentally witnessed last night when he was on his way home from trying to see you. “She just… I don’t know why she did that.”

He tilts his head contemplatively, gives her a knowing look. “You do like her.”

“I’m so stupid.”

“Look, I have no idea what that girl’s intentions are, but I do know that she would be lucky to have you.”

And she knows she told herself she didn’t come here to fight, but he’s so damn aggravating and nosy, she can’t help it. “You’re such an asshole!”

“I’m not trying to –”

“Just – just leave it.” She snaps, looking out at the dark road. “Have you been in to see her today?” Veering towards less conflictive ground.

“Nancy didn’t let me in, said they were both restin’.” He drags his hand tiredly over his face, “Haven’t had much of a chance to talk at all.”

“But before… how’s she been?”

“On the mend – tired, I think. Nance said she’s recovering well. But quiet. She– she doesn’t much want to see me, to be honest …” Maria had said you’d been withdrawn. Not really wanting to see anyone besides Nancy and the baby.

“That was – When we couldn’t find her… Scared the fuck out of me.”

He looks down into his mug of coffee, his jaw shifting side to side, “Yeah… yeah. I– it was–” She knows he can’t discuss it, can’t even voice the terror that gripped him at the thought of losing you. Something about the confirmation of knowing how much he loves you, settles something within Ellie. Reinforces the resolve in her heart.

“Not just for her though. I was scared for you too.” The look he gives her then – she sees that flicker of desolation she was so scared he’d be lost to forever if you’d not come back – if you’d died. There isn’t much left in Ellie that’s overly sentimental, but she could cry at the relief of knowing you’re okay, the both of you.

“Kate’s cute as fuck,” she smiles.

“She is… got those big blue eyes.”

“What are you gonna do? With them?”

“Not much I can do, I guess. ‘Cept take care of ‘em. Keep ‘em alive. If she’ll have me…”

“Love them,” she adds, and he hums in agreement, tilting his head a bit. No point in hiding it, he’s gone soft, everyone knows now, might as well embrace it. Put up a sign. “Well,” she continues, “We both know you’re good at doing that, at least,” her eyes are full of laughter, full of memories. “Taking care of misbehaving girls that can’t ever do what they’re told.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, kiddo. You listened sometimes.”

“Yeah…” she chuckles, “You’re right, there was the rare occasion.” Her grin is roguish..

“Guess I’ve got enough practice ‘bout now, don’t I?

She goes suddenly serious, “Do you ever feel ashamed? When you remember what you did?” The question is abrupt, as if she wasn’t expecting herself to ask, but couldn't help it. She could be referring to so many things, so many sins.

He thinks about the day after Sarah died, when he’d been so ready to follow her to whatever end. His mind shies away from the memory – that is shame – a wound healed over, but still tender if pressed on too harshly. But he considers it now, in light of her question, how the overwhelming feelings driving that choice had been acceptance in that instant. A readiness to be done with all that continuing in a world without his daughter promised. Fate had granted him the opportunity to flinch, a chance he’d then passed on as a gift to Ellie. No matter how she saw it, he’d given her a chance to flinch. Something perhaps, one couldn’t recognize had they never consciously held that cold gun in their hand, pressed it to the tender nook of their temple and looked their own mortality in the face. But he’d given it to her, and not even an entire life of reliving all he’d endured as of yet, could ever, ever make him regret that choice. A parent did what they could to give their child the gift of choice. That was, in the end, the only thing one could do. The gift of choice, something he now had and so arrogantly squandered. Birdie was his choice. Fate had given him a gift once again, now he had to consciously decide to flinch or not.

“No. Never.” There is no doubt – no room for doubt. “I told you once, if I ever had the chance to do it again, I’d do it exactly the same.” There was a space where one could exist with their sins and not resent them. Joel knew it well now. There was only one road that had led him to this moment, to this place. He could not regret the decisions that’d brought Ellie to this life of peace and safety. That had brought him to your door. You had never felt like a sin. The sight of you, it made him calm, so free. There had been fear, too much of it, but never regret, never shame alongside your name.

“Do you feel ashamed when you hear my name?” he asks her, and he can see the question takes her aback, a second of shock crossing her face. It’s all the answer he needs – for the thought to never have even entered her mind. She shakes her head, sharp and quick, “No.” She pauses, and then says, “Fuck your fear, Joel. If that’s what’s keeping you from her you have to let it go. It’ll be the thing to kill you in the end. Maybe not dead in the ground, but in a worse way.”

“I know…I know, Ellie.”

And so what if he had been afraid? In a world, a life, overrun with the worst possible outcome playing out in real time, what was one more terror? He realized it wasn’t the fear of loss that held him back. It was the fear of himself. Of his own inadequacy, his own monstrousness. Because he’d already lost you. Could feel the current loss of you, your absence, acutely. Like a gaping, putrid wound. The days you’d been missing, that he’d been so fucking terrified that he’d never see you again, that you were dead, as he searched desperately for you – he was already experiencing that which for so long was the reason for his denial. And he could think of nothing now that could be worse than not having you. Of knowing his little bird was existing out in the world and that he couldn’t touch you, hold you, kiss you. Fuck his fear indeed.

What did it matter if the world was vast and cruel if, in the end, they had one another?

“I struggled a long time with surviving. And no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for, something to be brave for,” he repeats his long ago words to her.

“You keep going for family… And she’s family.”

“Yeah… she is.”

“All this, it can’t have been for nothing.”

“It’s not. It won’t be.”

Existing in a grave for all those years, only to be violently pulled awake by a forest fire of a little girl – it changed the nature of a man. His nature had been changed irrevocably. And he needed to give this new version of himself to you now, in its entirety. And what struck him most was that despite all this, despite all he’d changed, lost and grown, since the start of all this, since Sarah died – who he was hadn’t entirely been determined yet. There was still possibility within him. There was still hope for more. And you saw that, you’d always seen that.

In a sudden startling way, he could perceive what he was, what he lacked, what he could be. You shared that perception; your vision of him was another gift. What was it about this sudden acute sense of self perception that was so close to madness, and how was it that suddenly, when you realized you were in love, it was as if you were able to see the world as it really was? Cordyceps had blanketed the earth in a film of death that he now saw in spectrums. There was a spectrum to death as it existed in the world, as what you allowed it to shape itself, and you, as. How did you perceive death – loss? How did you let it affect you when it inevitably touched your life? Was it to overwhelm you – or exist alongside you as simply another phenomena of nature? He could exist on that spectrum set about by nature or he could break free from it. Cordyceps – and all humanities’ basest desires it catered to – could go on existing, could continue to subjugate the world to its will, but he would break free from that subjugation of fear, of death, of failure, he would live his life now as he chose to. He could perceive with such clarity now what was real and what was not. His little bird was real and alive and waiting for him. This was no delusion, no farcical whim; it was a glance down into time – into the realities he’d once known and lived in, a world before calamity and fungus and dead little girls – and it wore the staggeringly beautiful face of you, a glance at the woman he loved.

“She’s angry with me. I– I hurt her.”

“Hmm… True… but she isn’t like us… she’s good. Kind. She’ll forgive you. She understands you.”

“Perhaps,” he says, but he isn’t sure, is terrified of the alternative, will try and make it up to you for the rest of his life if you need him to.

“Maybe time’ll be the thing to heal this wound”

He pauses at that, “It wasn’t time that healed it… remember?” The memory of their past hangs, once again, heavy in the air, but perhaps now, in this moment, a bit lighter than before.

She shakes her head, gives him a small smile, “I remember.”

She’s quiet for a moment, pensive. He’d missed her so much. This easy casual nothingness between the two of them. Just being together, talking. And as he takes her in, her chin tipped to the breeze, eyes closed, he thinks: if he could have done it all again, he would have loved her better. Perhaps made better choices. But he could not have loved her more.

How broken, how small he must have been, just a short time ago, to have found that thought so difficult to confess, even just to himself.

“Go find her, Joel. Tell her what you need to tell her.”

Chapter IX

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The thrill of killing you| BAU x Unsub reader

Introduction and about me:

I am new to tumblr, I go by she/her pronouns.

This story will be about an unsub reader and about the majority of BAU but will focus on Aaron Hotchner and Dr Spencer Reid.

In this story they reader (aka you) will be speaking both English, Dutch, and Swedish (I will translate all Dutch and Swedish into English)

Y/N is AFAB in this story.

There will be us of Y/N, cuss words and maybe smut (more likely then not). There will be mentions of murder.

While we know the BAU would most likely be able to catch reader quickly, this is going to be a bit like cat and mouse though.

There will be a little bit of Cat Adams mentioned and, in this world, Aaron never left criminal minds (but we still have Luke Alvez)

Reader was born in the Netherlands to Swedish and Dutch parents. She moved to America at the age of ten. (that’s why both these languages will be used)

Chapter warnings: Animal death (of dears been hunted). Mention of guns (hunting rifle and glock). Badly written. Mentions of SA (it’s not graphic at all). Not proof read, sorry about that :)

A/N: there is no mention of the BAU in this chapter. This is basically a background story of the reader. The next chapter will include the BAU.

Chapter One: To the end

It wasn’t hard doing what you do. You had learnt how to hunt at an early age, it was fun. The thrill of going out with only a hunting rifle was exciting to you. You left your phone at your house; you didn’t want any distractions. See, hunting deer was a nice way to blow of steam, that moment when the life of an innocent animal was in your hands, you felt like a god. That deer couldn’t beg for its life, it couldn’t ask for mercy, it could just look at you.

So now when the people you are hunting could beg and plea with you, ‘please I don’t know why you are doing this, I’ve done nothing wrong.’ All you could do was laugh. Sure, tell yourself you haven’t done anything wrong, tell me you’re innocent. Every person you had killed had done something wrong. They had hurt someone else and thought they could get away with it, and you could not let that happen.

Now the thrill of the hunt was better than ever, you know that phase where people say you’ll never experience a high, like your first ever high, that was a lie to you because every kill you did, brought you a sense of justice to this world, made you feel like you were doing something important. You no longer hunted deer, there was pity and sorrow in their eyes. Eyes that just gleamed innocence.

The only thing that was really different now to when you were just killing deer, is you did bring your phone. You brought it so you could listen to music. I mean it was a powerplay, you watched them cry and beg for their life, and you just put your headphones in. You watched how powerless they became; you saw the hope leave their eyes. And it felt amazing.

Your first kill (other than the deer) was a man called Michael O’Stevens. He seemed like a nice man, but he had sexually assaulted around 30 women, but after each one of those crimes he had committed he would go home to his wife and daughter. You couldn’t let him get away with that, but you wanted his wife to know why he had to die, why she was never going to see her husband again. So, you did the only logically thing and wrote her a letter.

“Dear Mrs O’Stevens.

I am sorry to inform you about your husband like this, but I can’t let you see who I am.

Your husband is not a nice man, he is not who you think he is. I’ve watched him, I’ve seen how he treats you and your daughter, but outside your house he is a completely different man.

He finds vulnerable women and hurts them. He takes them in his care and abuses them. He then throws them out like trash, like he hasn’t just caused them a great deal of trauma.

So, I’m sorry to write you this, but tomorrow will be the last time you see your husband alive. I won’t torture him, though he deserves it. I will just make him feel like those women, and then pull a trigger.

It may you hurt you, you may grieve him, but you deserve better.”

You knew better than to hand write it and send it through mail. You hand delivered it to her house in the early morning.

Killing Mr O’stevens was the easy part, but you needed a way of getting him away from the town he was living in.

So, the day after you sent Mrs O’stevens her letter, you dressed up like you had spent the night out drinking and walked down a road you knew Mr O’stevens frequently travelled. Your plan worked; I mean he was attracted to you like a moth to a flame.

He rolled down his car window and shouted;

“Hey, need a ride?”

You knew that you had to play hard to get, you knew that’s what he liked.

“Oh no, I am alright, thank you though.”

“I insist. It’s cold and quite frankly its dangerous to be walking alone.”

“I really don’t want to bother you; I live a far distance away.”

“You are not bothering me, please get in.”

“Erm, Okay.”

With that your plan was rolling into motion. You hid your gun, a .40 caliber glock, under your skirt. Though it was different to what you were used to, you couldn’t conceal a rifle.

He put his hand on your thigh and whisper in a low tone;

“I think you should repay me for been so kind to you. Don’t you?”

Oh, had he just asked the wrong person that.

“No, no I don’t.”

“Really? You think I should just allow you a free ride?”

“If you want me to get out, I can. But I am not repaying you shit, you offered.”

“Woah pretty lady, calm down. You only have to give me head, that’s all I want.”

“I am not giving you head.”

“Well, I didn’t really mean to ask you. I’m going to make you.”

He really was a piece of work.

“No, you are not. I am going to make you pay for all the other women you have hurt, you’re a sick son of a bitch. Now shut the fuck up and keep driving.”

You pulled the gun from under your skirt and held it to his head.

“I bet you think your wife is going to miss you. Huh? She won’t. Your daughter won’t even remember you. And your victims they’ll be glad you’re dead.”

He didn’t say a word for a while, he was crying though.

 After around 20 minutes he spook:

“Why me? How did you find me?”

“I don’t reveal my secrets. Now keep going, you only have another 10 minutes left.”

You had made sure the spot you were in was quiet. No one would catch you in the act, it was the perfect spot.

He didn’t say another word, not until he was out of the car and on his knees.

“Please, please don’t kill me?”

“It’s a little too late to be begging for your life.”

“Please I am sorry, I won’t do it again.”

“You won’t do it again, because you won’t be alive.”

With that you put the gun to his temple and saw his eyes fill with fear.

“Maybe before you die, if you beg for forgiveness, you won’t face a miserable afterlife.”

With that you pulled the trigger. You saw the life drain from him. It was satisfying, you felt the same rush you had felt from killing those deer.

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contemplatingoutlander · 8 months

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These moments totally happened at the GOP primary debate

WaPo satirist Alexandra Petri add her spin on the Republican primary debate. This is a gift 🎁 link so that those who do not subscribe to The Washington Post can read the entire article. Below are some excerpts. Enjoy! 😁

If you said, “Would you like to watch Ron DeSantis, Vivek Ramaswamy, Nikki Haley, Tim Scott, Doug Burgum, Mike Pence, Asa Hutchinson and Chris Christie talk to each other for two hours? FYI, the place where they’ll do so is hotter than Beelzebub’s armpit!,” I would have said, “No, thank you.” But if you said, “The alternative is watching Donald Trump talk to Tucker Carlson on the website formerly known as Twitter,” I would say, “I can’t wait to hear what Ron, Vivek, Nikki, Tim, Doug, Mike, Asa and Chris have to say!” [...] Here is approximately how it went. Bret Baier: Hello. We have brought a bell just because we enjoy the sound of a bell. Martha MacCallum: Feel free to speak over it; it will give the evening a fun, musical vibe. Baier: Yes, and speaking of music, candidates, the number one song in America is something called “Rich Men North of Richmond”! Governor DeSantis, introduce yourself by providing a close reading of the subtle lyrics of this song. DeSantis: Hang on, first I have some prepared remarks! Joe Biden’s basement! Hunter Biden’s paintings! “Rich Men North of Richmond”! Taxes! Florida! Baier: Chris Christie, why would you be better as president? Christie: Bret, I have spent the last four years sailing around sharpening my traffic-cone harpoon for my hated foe (from hell’s heart I spit my last breath at him!), and the one question I did not expect was about a scenario where I could actually become president. Uh, I was governor of New Jersey? So, take that for what it’s worth.

[See more under the cut.]

Scott: I have come to this debate with some specific numbers at my fingertips! I was told everyone would be excited about specific numbers! If not, I would really like those hours back. Ramaswamy: Hello! You may be wondering, who is this skinny guy with a funny name? I’m not a politician who is going to offer you a series of prepared, meaningless platitudes. I’m a businessman with no political experience who is going to offer you a series of prepared, meaningless platitudes. Isn’t it time we stopped running away from things and started running toward things? I am not running for president so much as I am running for the title of Favorite Grandson of your Fox News grandmother. Have you ever considered that people don’t love God anymore? [...] Pence: Hello! I am here to recite scripture and keep referring to the Trump-Pence administration, and I’m all out of scripture. That was some Mike Pence humor; I will never be out of scripture! I am unquestionably the best-prepared person in this race, the single individual with the experience that is closest to being the president, with no exceptions that spring to mind. I have been in the hallway. I have been in the White House. Do you like what my administration did with the Supreme Court? [...] Ramaswamy: You think now is the time for incremental reform. I think it is the time for actual revolution. Pence: Good Lord, no thank you. I do not have any revolutionary proposals. I believe in mild, small, incremental change. Except for a nationwide 15-week ban on abortion, which I want to implement because I promised it to God. Haley: Let’s be realistic! Women hate hearing this. Let’s just admit that it will never happen. But we’re all going to say we want it to happen! But, ladies, it’s not going to happen. [...] Young Person: Please tell me that anyone on this stage believes in climate change, the only issue I care about because I anticipate living on this planet for at least 60 years. I am starting to get worried. Can we have a show of hands? DeSantis: No! We are not schoolchildren! We will not raise our hands or acknowledge the existence of science! Ramaswamy: As the only one on this stage who is not bought and paid for, I have a thought. Christie: I have had enough of a guy who sounds like ChatGPT and stole his opening gambit from Barack Obama. I came here to bludgeon Donald Trump verbally, but Trump is not here and I have a lot of verbal bludgeoning built up. [...] Baier: Why do we have homelessness, drugs and crime? Pence: Because Democrats talked about defunding the police, and everyone knows that if you say “Defund the police!” into a mirror three times, crime appears. It’s just science, or, as Governor DeSantis and I prefer, religion. Christie: I disagree. Crime went up because Hunter Biden did it.

Please use the gift link above to read the rest of Petri's cutting satire.

Just one thing I would like to comment on though. I grew up in NJ... BEYOND the exits on the Turnpike. Why does there always have to be a NJ joke?🤦🏻‍♀️There really are nice parts of NJ. Really. I mean it. 😉

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#gop primary debate #republicans #ron desantis #chris christie #nikki haley #mike pence #vivek ramaswamy #asa hutchinson #tim scott #doug burgum #satire #alexandra petri #the washington post #gift link

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By Any Other Name

Book: Bloodbound

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Lucy West)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 876

Summary: Do Kamilah and Carmilla have anything in common besides some consonants and vowels?

A/N: For @vampirkit. Happy Valentine's Day! I've loved your Lucy since I stumbled upon your post introducing her, so I was thrilled to see I was your secret admirer. I hope you like this little story starring Lucy and Kamilah.

(Please let me know if your sense of humor isn't as unhinged as mine, and I'll write you something sane instead 🤭)

@choicesficwriterscreations @choicesfebruary2024 (Eros) @choicesfandomappreciation @choicespride (prompt: wine)

By Any Other Name

Lucy’s wine glass rests forgotten on the coffee table. It’s an excellent vintage, one that Kamilah saved for a special occasion and has just uncorked for Lucy's birthday. But as it turns out, a wine older than the United States of America isn’t the biggest surprise of the evening. Granted, Lucy is used to being stunned speechless by Kamilah’s stories, but this one might take the birthday cake.

“You were the inspiration for Carmilla.”

“Yes.”

“Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu.”

“Mhmm.”

“Carmilla published in the 1870s.”

“Lucy. If you have a point, make it.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… how did this happen? And why am I only hearing about it now?”

Kamilah sighs and takes a sip from her own glass, her eyes closing in pleasure for a moment. “One of the best wines I’ve had in decades. What were you saying?”

Good lord. Sometimes being with a woman who’s two thousand years old can be exasperating. Lucy may be 150 herself, but she has a healthy (human still, she admits) dose of impatience. Kamilah? Kamilah doesn’t know the meaning of the word.

“How did you end up inspiring Carmilla? I thought she was based on Elizabeth Báthory!”

“You would,” Kamilah says dryly. “History doesn’t often care about the truth.”

Lucy tilts Kamilah’s chin up with one finger. “I’m going to need the story, babe. The whole story.”

Kamilah rolls her eyes, but her lips twitch. She will never admit it, but they both know full well how much she loves it when Lucy calls her babe.

“I briefly traveled to Ireland in 1870. Gaius knew a man who knew a man who…”

“Knew a man?”

She gives Lucy a flat stare. “Are you telling the story, or am I?”

“Sorry. Continue.”

“Who knew a mortal fascinated by our kind.”

“Sheridan Le Fanu.”

“Yes. See, he was attacked by a vampire when he was a very young man...”

“So he was afraid of us?”

“Oh, no. The reckless fool accosted the poor woman with so many questions that she decided it wasn’t worth the hassle.”

“Is that a note of admiration I detect?”

“Absolutely not. I admire no mortal.”

Lucy is too eager to hear the rest of the story to argue. “Okay, okay, the story?”

Kamilah sighs, long-suffering, but she proceeds. “Sheridan invited me to stay at his home. Every evening before I left the house, we drank whiskey and he threw every question under the sun at me.”

Lucy can’t help it. She snickers. “Under the sun?”

“Quiet.” Undisturbed, Kamilah presses on. “He severely tried my patience, but he was still my host. I answered some of them.”

“Only some?”

“I had intercepted a letter meant for the editor of The Dark Blue. I knew he was planning to write about it, and I didn’t want every reader of that nonsensical serial to know every little detail about our kind.” She rolls her eyes again. “I shouldn’t have bothered. He still got it all wrong. No matter how many times I told him that vampires can’t shapeshift, he made Carmilla transform into a cat-like creature.”

“I wondered about that! I mean, a black cat? It seems a little on the nose.”

“Precisely.” Kamilah sips her wine, then shrugs. “At least he didn’t turn us into bats. He left that particular brand of nonsense to Stoker.”

“Okay, but why do you think you were the inspiration for Carmilla herself? She doesn’t look like you.”

“She wouldn’t. I’m not Vlad; Sheridan knew better than to immortalize me too clearly. I would’ve killed him, host or not.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I didn’t read the story until I returned to America. The similarities were too obvious to ignore, so I wrote him a letter demanding an explanation.”

“What did he say?”

“He denied that Carmilla was based on me.”

“But you didn’t believe him?”

“If he wanted to be so discreet, he shouldn’t have given her a name so like mine.”

“It does seem an awfully big coincidence if fictional Carmilla has no relation to real life Kamilah,” Lucy admits. “But look on the bright side! Thanks to him, countless young women have dreamed about you.”

Kamilah gives her a haughtily amused look. “Lucy, I don’t need his help to make women dream about me.” She trails a finger down Lucy’s cheek, all the way to her collarbone. “Do I?”

She swallows. Hard. “Can’t argue with that.”

“That aside, he nonetheless made me out to be some sort of… of… corrupter.” Obviously incensed, she pushes her hair back. “I've never in my life seduced anyone who didn’t want to be seduced.”

“Still,” Lucy says, as casually as possible. “I wouldn’t mind being corrupted by you.”

Kamilah smiles, cupping Lucy’s cheek tenderly. “My love, at this point, I’m not sure who’d be corrupting whom.”

She pushes Kamilah back and straddles her. The older vampire only lifts an elegant brow. “I believe you’ve made my point for me.”

Lucy grins, her lips hovering over Kamilah’s. “Oh babe, I’m about to do a lot more for you.”

She kisses her jaw, then her neck, before she moves lower. Kamilah may have all the cool stories, she decides, but Lucy has her own ways of making her speechless.

#kamilah x mc #kamilah x oc #kamilah sayeed #lucy west #bloodbound #ChoicesSecretAdmirer2024

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The power of love, part 5 (steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Eddie POV

Robin spreads out a map they’d taken from the Harringtons across the blanket on Steve’s bed. She points to their current location.

“So, this is us. We’re away from the road but still waaay too screaming-in-your-face easy to find.” She slides her finger a few inches across the map. “This old loggers’ camp is deep in the forest and could be the perfect place to hide. However, it’s over seven miles and we might have to hike, if the track is broken up. Steve? What do you say?”

“What am I supposed to say, Robin?” Steve sits up against the pillows, arms folded. “Let’s get going.”

“It’s a loooong way for you, if we can’t drive, man,” says Eddie.

“I’m good. Jesus! Hiking is in her top ten least favourite pass times. Not mine.” Steve throws off the covers, pushes himself up. He repels Eddie’s attempt to help with a jab of his elbow then leans heavily on the wall. “When do we start?”

“Hold your horses, cowboy.” Eddie cranes over the map. “My beloved Pa had a few hideouts round this way—”

“Yeah, they must’ve been totally undiscoverable,” snarks Steve, “what with Al Munson being FOREVER IN JAIL.”

“If you’re feeling so much better, Dingus, THEN STOP BEING A BITCH.” That was Robin, now matching Steve’s glare. “Go on, Eddie. What’s your plan?”

They strike out for the logging camp that afternoon, planning to break their journey in a cave, which Eddie’s Pops had used a couple of times. They drive the first part of the trail, then set off on foot when the track gets too uneven for the Lincoln’s tyres. Most of the trail is uphill through forest. Steve, however, refuses any help, and insists on taking his share of supplies.

He says very little, walking close to Robin. She wavers between cajoling him into taking breaks, and an encouraging monologue. Eddie goes ahead, using a compass and some basic tracking skills Wayne taught him, while squinting at the hazy sun. And, obviously, he seeks the easiest path for Steve.

“You know I suck at directions, right?” he whispers to Robin, while Steve takes a ‘moment,’ sitting down. “Though I’m gonna blame Vecna—and the matter that Hawkins is now one big, fiery Upside Down doormat—for blowing the compass off.”

She bats a bug from her nose. “Ugh! If it’s any consolation, trail finding was never exactly my number one skill, either.”

“How about Captain America over there?”

“He literally never knows his left from his right.” Eddie’s rarely seen anything more loving than the look she casts Steve’s way. “I think it’s gotten harder for him. He’s had... uh, quite a few blows to the head in recent years. Never seen him like this before. I’m worried, Eddie.”

“Me too.” Eddie swipes hair from his brow, finding it slick with sweat. “Talking of Vecna-skewed compasses and Vecna in general. Should we also worry about his crazy-ass cravings for Lover’s Lake?”

“At this juncture, I’m hoping it’s all some kind of freaky coincidence.” She actually closes her eyes, as if offering up a silent prayer. “I mean, even when he’s outta his mind, Steve really, really loves swimming. On the other hand, if going near the lake actually made Steve better, and that’s why he healed so quick after his initial bat attack, then… then… Oh shit, I don’t even want to say it.”

Their gazes lock, and Eddie knows they’re brain sharing: There’s a gate to the Upside Down in Lover’s Lake. If Steve’s somehow linked to it some evil-magic-juju fashion, then…

“You don’t seriously think he’s flayed?” Eddie little more than mouths the words.

Robin slices up a forbidding hand, so fast Eddie fliches. “No. Not that. He can’t be. Vecna isn’t in his head—he’d tell us, right? I mean, there could be a more physical link to the Upside Down and the hive mind, like with Will at various stages, but… No, no, no. We’re catastrophising, huh?”

Eddie nods keenly, which does little to dispel his unease. On the other hand, Robin is right. Nothing about Steve’s behaviour is shouting “flayed” or whatever. Including the teeny, tiny matter of Steve bringing Eddie back from extinction, though that remains totally unexplained. Yeah, it could be simply because death happens differently in the Upside Down.

Steve hauls himself up, hugging a tree. “What we waiting for? Bears to come bite our sorry butts?”

“There are bears out here?” Robin squeaks.

“He’s kidding,” mutters Eddie. At least, Eddie hopes he is. Steve still looks dead grumpy and serious.

They make the caves by sunset. They’ve got flashlights, and Eddie and Robin could’ve pressed on through the night, but Steve blatantly can’t. As soon as they arrive, he slumps down against the rockface, curls his legs up. He presses his face to his knees and rocks himself gently.

“You sure you’re all right?” asks Eddie.

“Next person who asks me that gets punched.”

Ooookay. No change in Steve’s mood then. Robin reassures herself there are no bear scratches in the cave then heads out to scout the route for the next morning. Eddie starts unpacking the bedding and cereal.

The air in the cave is cool and thick with damp. Eddie kinda likes it anyhow. Amid the must and mould, he inhales the faintest hint of charcoal. He pictures his Pa shacked up here, also on the run. He can’t help chuckle: I tried soooo hard not to follow in your footsteps.

Steve, meanwhile, is huddling ever more tightly in on himself.

Eddie’s tempted to light a fire, as he imagines it gets cold in caves overnight, plus it’s still only April. However, he fears the smoke, if not the flames, could billow out of the narrow entrance and be spotted from miles around. Maybe that’s where you went wrong, Daddy dearest.

“You want a blanket?” ventures Eddie, sitting down next to Steve. Not quite touching, though. “Anything to eat? C’mon, dude. We all gotta keep our strength up.”

He taps the cereal packet against Steve’s arm, startling him into looking up. The torchlight heightens the shadows beneath Steve’s cheekbones, making him look horribly pale and gaunt. Kinda ghost-like, though Eddie stifles a gasp of shock for a different reason.

Steve Harrington is crying. Though trying his darndest not to—gritting his teeth, swiping the tell-tale moisture from his cheekbones. “God! I’m beyond pathetic. No wonder everyone thinks I’m a total dud.”

Cereal cast aside, Eddie squeezes Steve’s knee then retreats like the coward he is. “What are you on about? You’re, like, the most popular guy in town.”

Steve’s scowl is angry, incredulous and broken in equal measures. “Was, man. It was all a bunch of bull, and… totally irrelevant. I mean, haven’t you seen enough? We need to move, to keep moving, to evade capture, to get ready to fight Vecna again. I can barely walk.”

“Oookay, let’s rewind and be kind, Stevie.” He gets away with that sneaky pet-name again. “You’re feeling down because you’re… I dunno, sick, hurt, tired. Where do I begin? Fact is, you’re not a superhero man, you bleed and bruise like the rest of us lesser mortals… but you are a freakin’ hero.”

Steve’s brittle laugh breaks on a sob, against which he clamps his jaw even tighter. Eddie further musters his courage and slings an arm around Steve, who tenses. Then exhaustion wins. Steve sinks sideways against Eddie and rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

Soon, Steve’s shuddering breaths even out. The weirdest thing is that, despite how cranky Steve’s been all afternoon, this closeness feels disarmingly natural. That said, in the past forty-eight hours, they’ve had little choice but to become… intimate. Even Eddie's fizzing nerves soon settle.

“One thing’s for sure,” says Eddie, at length. “I’m more jealous than ever. I mean, Henderson’s respect for you must’ve skyrocketed and it was excruciatingly stratospheric already. I’m just the goon you brought back from the dead.”

Steve sniffles, lifts his head from Eddie’s shoulder. “I didn’t do anything really, man. Basic CPR. I executed a move.”

“Yeeeah.” A silly grin tugs the edges of Eddie’s mouth. “With your lips, dude.”

Steve smirks, and… Woah! Eddie spots something he’d wondered if he’d imagined several times. Including earlier, when Steve collapsed against him on the way back from the outhouse.

That merest hint of… attraction? Of flirty fun?

Just as Eddie decides he’s imagining it—again—that spark reaches Steve’s too-pretty, too-sad eyes, and he says:

“That was kinda fresh of me.”

Eddie’s tongue flaps away before he can stop it: “Tell you one other thing for sure—if you'd asked permission to get all smoochey, for whatever reason, I'd have granted you a full-access backstage pass.” Then Eddie’s brain kicks in. “Aaaaaand, that was dumb. What with you being the straightest guy in the history of ever.”

Steve’s sparkle vanishes, and he turns his face to the darkness. “Go to Hell! Why does everyone always make such massive assumptions about me?”

“You’re not straight? I mean, I assumed… You’re you. You’ve got girlie mag centerfolds in your room!”

“You’re judging me on that?” Steve ruffles his hair and groans, sounding more wearily upset than agitated. “Look, man, I’ve not changed my room since sophomore year. In case you’re missing any of the plot, I’ve had other crap going on.”

“Yeah, but you and Wheeler! The way you look at her, and the way she looks at—”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Steve sinks his forehead to his knees again. Nevertheless, Eddie’s arm is still around him, and he’s not shrugged it off. What’s more, it seems he does want to talk, even if it’s rambling and kinda hard to follow:

“I've been through stuff like this before, Eddie. Getting hurt and shit, hit so hard I black out and the doctors give me all these scary warnings. It’s weird, whenever I wake after being hurt, it feels as if loads of time has passed, even if it’s only been a few minutes. I always feel… shitty, of course, but also… a bit different. It’s confusing… Probably bullshit. It’s all bullshit.”

Different.

Eddie’s heart gives a little squeeze, which he kinda despairs of. Not before he’s given Steve a small squeeze, too. “What kind of different?”

“I dunno. Like.... this time around, I'm not so into Nance. Or maybe feeling so crappy this past day has given even my thick head perspective, and I can see it’s hopeless. I mean, I figured I was in love with Robin once, when I “came back” from being knocked out, and, of course, I do love her but... not like that. She gets me… better than I do, I guess. Talk to her if you want anything about me to make sense.” He yawns. “I’m soooo tired, man.”

Soon, Steve’s sunk so deep against Eddie, his head is in Eddie’s lap. Eddie drags a blanket up over Steve, then finds himself tentatively stroking Steve’s hair. He’s unsure if Steve is asleep or not. Either way, Steve sighs, kinda melts beneath his touch. Wherever he’s drifted off to, it seems peaceful.

Eddie tries and fails not to think on how trippy this is: I got Steve ‘King of Hawkins High’ Harrington asleep in my lap, and he just snapped at me for suggesting he was straight.

He also tries and fails not to worry about the whole Lover’s-Lake-giving-Steve-weird-juju issue. Steve just straight-up told him he’s been through near-death experiences before and come back different. Yeah, Eddie’s cheerleading for the GOOD variety of different. However, in Hawkins, and in life in general:

Odds are stacked in the favour of BAD different, Munson. As in FLAYED different.

No. He’s not going down that path. Robin would notice anything weird about Steve, and Steve’s not acting strange. He’s just… strangely sick, though it’s not that odd, really, after all he’s been through.

Yeah, right. And My Little Pony seahorses are gonna surf in on a tsunami of petals and save the day.

Man, it sucks being such a cynic.

He doesn’t notice Robin slip back in until she’s nearly upon them. “You two got cosy, then,” she whispers.

“I got a creeping suspicion he’s gonna break my neck in the morning for this.”

She wiggles her brows. “Oh, I dunno. His bark is totally worse than his bite.”

“I can hear you, asshats,” mumbles Steve. Robin’s brows shoot sky high. “I don’t want to be sleeping on his bony knees, but some moron forgot to bring pillows.”

Eddie strokes Steve’s hair into that warm groove behind his ear, and finally discovers he’s too tired to worry about anything much at all.

Part Six

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(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

tags: @estrellami-1 (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know :) Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :) Thank you for reading so far.

#steddie #steve harrington whump #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #platonic stobin #stobin #stranger things fanfic #steve and robin #steve harrington hc #steve harrington hurt/comfort

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[ JUNE’S RELATIONSHIP WITH STRAY KIDS ] part one.

[ BANG CHAN ]

ship name: BaHa

description: Like with all his kids, Chan loves, takes care of, and protects June. There might be some slight (major) favoritism because she’s the only girl in the group but no one can fault him for it. He’s especially protective of her due to the fact that she’s the only girl in the group. During the survival show and trainee days it came off that he was harsher on her, constantly pushing her to do better, but he just wanted to make sure no one could ever deny her talent or spot on the team. Once they debuted he chilled out a bit. Chan sees June as a baby sister. And June sees Chan as her big brother. They definitely tease one another but Chan also helps June braid her hair when she struggles to reach the back of her head, speak English when she’s feeling homesick, and give her big hugs that nearly suffocate her. During their trainee days, June knew about Chan’s terrible sleeping habits, and honestly, she couldn’t judge much as a bit of a night owl herself (but nowhere near Chan’s insomniac level). But what June did to try to help Chan out was go and hang out with him in the studio while he was working. It helped bring him back to the present a bit and let her have time to get homework done while being with someone. When Chan is pulling all-nighters and really wearing himself thin, June will show up during his late nights, do some work, bring some food, and fall asleep on the couch. June knows Chan has a hard time taking care of himself, so if she tricks him into taking care of himself by taking care of her…win win. Chan doesn’t want June staying up all night, or spending the night at the studio, or walking home in the dark, which means he’ll take her back to the dorms. And then end up going to bed early himself. (Our manipulative water sign queen).

fan favorite moment: During a Channie’s Room while in America he and June got Taco Bell and showed off to Stay the Baja Blast drink, putting on a whole little skit of, “Oh my god I can’t believe we have a drink named after us, they must be such big fans of ours” etc.

[ LEE MINHO ]

ship name: Juho

description: In the early days of Stray Kids and their debut they were pretty distant with each other, which Lino could not understand why. They hadn’t been super close as trainees, not like him and Seungmin and Jisung, but they were friends. Had similar senses of humor, etc. Hell, June even cried when he debuted (the only time Stay has ever seen her cry). You would think they had never met before they debuted the way they interacted with each other sometimes. At some point Lino (with the help of a certain leader) finally got June to open up to him. Most of the members hadn’t seen June cry much, it took a lot to get her there, and she hated when people saw her cry. So imagine Lino’s surprise when June started crying in front of him, blubbering, snotty, wiping tears off her cheeks and chin, barely able to talk. Lino just pulled her into his arms and let her tears soak his shirt. When June finally came up for air she explained how much pressure she always felt for being the only girl in the group, and knowing that since they were a coed group (since she was in the group) their chances of debuting were slim. When Minho was eliminated from the group she couldn’t help but feel like it was her fault and that it should’ve been her. And even though he came back she could never shake that feeling and she ended up taking it out on him. Lino almost punched her (lovingly) once they talked it all out for being so stupid. But he refrained and instead gave her a big hug, letting her hide her face in his shoulder. After that Lino and June became a horrifying duo released onto the rest of the team, determined to bring terror and chaos wherever they went. They both tease in the same way and will have ‘who can be louder’ contests together at the worst moments. June is also the one who found out Lino’s sides are ticklish and uses that to her advantage at every available opportunity.

fan favorite moment: In an English interview both Lino and June had been pretty quiet for most of it. At one point they made eye contact with one another, Lino raised an eyebrow, making a face, which June copied and directed back at him. The two both burst into giggles leaving the rest of the group confused at what the hell was going on before leaving it, saying this was a normal thing between them.

[ SEO CHANGBIN ]

ship name: 2Seo

description: The ultimate sibling duo. No one could think of shipping them even somewhat romantically because it’s like they are actual siblings. Changbin loves messing with June’s hair and then running away, giggling like a maniac. They’re always teasing and play fighting with one another, just poking each other’s buttons. Changbin is always trying to convince June to go to the gym and June always stares at him like he’s crazy for even suggesting it. The two are also fiercely protective over the other. June does not allow any slander against Changbin. You know that one video where the hosts said Changbin wasn’t attractive? Yeah, June was right there with the biggest and fakest smile on her face and quickly said, “well, it’s a good thing you two aren’t idols!” The hosts were so shocked they could only laugh along with her and move on to the next topic. Pray you are never at the receiving end of their death glares.

fan favorite moment: This isn’t necessarily one moment, but fans are obsessed with the compilation of videos June taking a nap and Changbin either protecting her precious sleeping time (by yelling at the other members to quiet down, putting a blanket on her, blocking the light from her eyes, etc.) or Changbin acting as a pillow for June.

[ HWANG HYUNJIN ]

ship name: Juji

description: Good looking/model duo. Also dramatic duo. You put June in a room with Hyunjin and she immediately loses any brain cells she may have once had. She also likes to tease him constantly for being a month older than him. She’ll call him a baby for it all the time and he’ll always yell back how he’s only a month younger. She ignores him. 3racha has commented on how weird it is because when they hang out just the two of them it is silent. June loves to go into Hyunjin’s room while he’s painting or drawing, bringing in her own book or work to do and just sitting there with him in silence. They could spend an entire day together, never once speaking to the other and end it saying how much they enjoyed the other’s company. When Hyunjin started growing his hair out and wasn’t quite used to the length yet, June always kept an extra hair tie on her wrist for him in case he wanted to tie his hair back. She was a big fan of his long hair and Hyunjin mentioned in a live how June helped him buy products for it and how to take care of it. She cried with Innie when Hyunjin cut it.

fan favorite moment: In a live, June randomly and wordlessly told Hyunjin to sit down in front of her. Hyunjin did so without complaint and once he was in place June began braiding his hair. Once she finished she would leave it for a moment before finger brushing it back out and doing it all over again, intermittently giving Hyunjin little head massages. Hyunjin’s eyes were closed the whole time and he may have dozed off a bit a few times.

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Cruel Summer Ch. 4

Donations | Thoughts & Feelings | Cruel Summer Series | Chapter 3

You smiled looking across the table at him, “I still can’t believe we haven’t seen each other in over 2 years. I really thought it hadn’t been that long!” You were wearing a black long sleeved top with a pair of black faux leather leggings and a pair of black knee high boots. The media had been blocked from seeing in the building, thank god, and you actually felt like a normal person, enjoying a normal evening with a friend.

Chris smiled and nodded, “I know. I saw Evans at your show. Been seein clips all over tiktok too, you’re incredible.” Hemsworth grinned as you laughed softly. “Thanks Hemmy, God it feels weird to call you that now that we aren’t filming Avenger movies,” you laughed while taking a sip of your wine.

“Well then why don't you call me Chris? I really wouldn’t mind if you did,” he smiled, taking a bite of his steak. You nodded and took a bite of food, letting the idea play over in your mind. You didn’t really speak to Chris Evans anymore, so what would the harm be? “So, you said you needed a friend, what's going on?” you asked as he sighed and sat back in his chair. “Elsa and I’s divorce was finalized last week.” he said quietly as he looked down at his hands.

You looked shocked, “oh my god, Chris…I’m so sorry, I had no idea,” you leaned back in the chair and sighed. “I should have checked in more with you, how are you holding up?” you asked as he looked up at you, “The more time we spent together, at home…the more I realized I didn’t love her.” he sighed wiping his mouth before he looked at you. “Mind if I hang out with you for a while? Maybe come to a show or two?” he asked as you smiled. “I couldn’t think of anything more fun.”

So he did, and before you knew it, Chris was traveling with you whenever he had the chance to. But this week he had to go to South America to start filming a new movie and while you missed him, you were glad for the moment to sort out your feelings. You sat in the hotel room, with a glass of wine and deep in thought, you hated to admit it but you were starting to develop feelings for him. You didn’t want to jeopardize the friendship, but you knew you were going to have to come clean with him. You needed to know if this was just two friends spending time together, or if he was feeling what you were feeling too.

You’d began to type out the text to him, letting him know you missed him already and hoped South America was fun, when a knock sounded at your door. You got up walking over and using the peep hole to see who it was. You stepped back staring at the door for a moment before you heard a soft chuckle. “I heard your feet paddling against the floor Y/N…open the door please?” You opened it to see Evans standing there smiling. “Hi...can we talk?” he asked, tucking his hands into his pockets.

You stepped aside and opened the door, “Um sure come on in.” you glanced out of the door before closing it behind him. “What brings you to California?” you asked, walking past him back over to your spot on the sofa. Evans looked around the hotel, before looking back at you. “Shopping for the wedding…heard you had a concert here and figured I’d stop by…..visit with an old friend,” he smiled, taking a seat next to you on the couch.

“Wedding shopping…that sounds fun,” you said while taking a drink from your wine. “Would you like a glass?” you offered as he looked at you, his eyes held a look as he smirked. “Sure, white wine…always your favorite. While you open a new bottle, mind if I put on some music?” he asked as you got up and opened a new bottle of wine in the kitchen. “How about some Sinatra?” he asked as he played ‘My Way’ by Frank Sinatra.

You walked over with two glasses and smiled a little. “My favorite song…” you said softly. Chris took his glass and took a drink before pulling your glass away, and grabbing your hand. “Why don’t we dance?” he asked as you looked from the glasses on the table to him, biting your lip. “Chris…what are you doing here?” you asked quietly as he smiled down at you with hooded eyes. “I’ve really missed you,” he whispered, pulling you close. You swallowed, biting your lip, “Chris ... .this isn’t right,” you whispered as he wrapped his arms around you, swaying softly, “but it feels right…doesn’t it?” he whispered against your ear, as you closed your eyes. “I’ve missed you…I’ve missed being wrapped up in your arms…I’ve missed the way you love me,” he said softly as he peppered your neck in kisses.

You knew deep in your bones it was the wine, but in your mind, he was ready to be with you. “Are you being serious this time? You really want to do this, this time?” you asked as he smiled, kissing your cheek. “Absolutely…seeing you up on stage….singing to me, I really know how you feel this time,” he grinned as you smiled up at him, a few glasses of wine deep, “I was singing about you a few times,” you giggled softly as he chuckled. “I wanna spend the night with you,” you smiled up at him, your eyes hooded as you nodded. “I’d like that,” you whispered as he crashed his lips onto yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, as he lifted you, carrying you into the bedroom, he wasted no time removing your clothing and his own, devouring your body the way he used to.

You panted as you laid in bed, he planted one more soft kiss on your neck before he rolled off to the side and let out a breath. “Jesus Christ, I’ve missed that,” he chuckled before leaning up on his elbow and kissing you deeply. You leaned up, desperate to not break the kiss as he pulled back with a chuckle, “Come on let's go shower so I can head out.” he said kicking the sheet off and throwing the condom in the trash.

You sat up holding the sheet up, “Well why don't you stay the night?” you asked as he smiled back at you before leaning back on his elbow to look into your eyes. “You know why sweetheart...Ali's gonna be waiting for me,” you let out a breath with a sad smile. “Yeah…probably need to go talk to her huh,” you smiled at him as he tilted his head at you, “What do you mean? What would I need to talk to her about?” he asked.

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vastill · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could make a Rebecca Welton x fem!reader fic where Rebecca and reader were childhood friends but got separated when reader moved away. Now, reader is back and they end up learning they both had crushes on each other when they were children while attending an event.

Unexpected meeting

Rebecca Welton/fem!reader

warnings: hurt/comfort, cursing, some kind of slow burn, let me know if there are more

words: 3000+

My requests are open!!

English is not my first language!

A/N: thank you so much for request! i changed it a little but i hope that you will like it! it's my first Rebecca fic so i'm anxious and excited:) let me know what you think!💚

“Howdy, Boss!” Ted said walking into Rebecca's office and handing her fresh biscuits. “You have any plans tonight?”

“Good morning Ted, no I don’t think so, why?”

“I’m trying to set up a party for my friend. She is coming from Kansas here to see family and I thought it would be nice to welcome her in and maybe introduce you guys. What do ya think?”

“Yeah, sure I will try to stop by, thank you for the invitation.”

“Great! See you later Boss!” Ted exclaimed as he was walking out of the office. “Oh! We will be at Mae’s!”

Rebecca shook her head as she watched Ted leave. She made a mental note to swing by Mae's at some point but hoped she could make a quick appearance and then slip away unnoticed.

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You were at Ted’s apartment getting yourself ready for dinner he told you about earlier this morning. He didn’t tell you anything besides that he would meet you when he come home. You were sure that he is plotting something but decided to not worry too much. You need to let Ted be Ted, you learned that early in your friendship.

You had met Ted in high school when you moved from the UK to Kansas. When you first met him you couldn’t understand him, how are this man constantly happy and optimistic about everything? But with time and getting to know him more and more your friendship bloomed and here you were years later still together as always.

But being in England for the first time in so long brought some unpleasant memories.

Your father got a promotion in his job but it required moving to America. It was hard to leave everything behind, you were just a teenager and had all of your friends here. It was especially hard to leave your best friend, Rebecca, she was your everything. When people think about soulmates, she was yours.

“Becca, I need to tell you something.” You said your voice getting stuck in your throat instantly. You dreaded this moment. “I’m moving away. My father got a promotion, and we have to move.”

“Silly, I know we live close now but a couple more minutes won’t make a difference.” Rebecca said to you while giving you a hug.

“No, Rebecca. We are moving to America. It won't be a couple of minutes, it will be hours.” Your eyes teared up, and when you said that to her it became real. You are moving away. Moving away from her.

“What?” You observed her face, her smile disappearing as the realization came through. “No. Tell me you are kidding, tell me it's your another stupid joke.” You only shook your head, you couldn’t get your words out. Her eyes filled with tears as she watched you. “No, I’m not letting you go. You can’t go, please, you can’t go. Not now.” She said her voice full of emotions she was feeling.

You embraced her as the two of you cried into each other shoulders. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Becca. I don’t want to go either. Everything will be good darling. You have Sassy here, she will take care of you when I’m away.” You said into her head that was resting on your shoulder, you could feel your shirt getting wet from her tears. “We will make it work Becca, we have to.”

She raised her head to look you in the eyes. “You can’t go now, not now when I-” Horror crossed her face for a second as she stopped herself mid-sentence.

“Not when you what?”

“Nothing, nothing. Never mind.” She quickly blurted out. “Now come here give me a hug, lots of hugs.”

As you sat in her embrace you felt your heart ache as you remembered all the good times you shared with Rebecca. The sleepovers, the movie marathons, and all the inside jokes. You wondered if you could ever find a friend like her again. But she wasn’t only your friend, you were sure you loved her. Loved her more than friends should love each other. You wanted to confess your feelings for her but the time didn’t seem right. Your departure messed everything up.

The next few weeks were a blur of packing, goodbyes, and tears. You tried to spend as much time with Rebecca as possible, making memories to last until you saw each other again.

And then the time for your departure came, she was at your house for your last goodbye. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you promised to keep in touch, call as often as you can. You hoped that your friendship will last forever.

At first, everything was nice, you made new friends in your high school and kept in touch with Rebecca but not everything was meant to be forever. There were a few calls a month or even only one a month and your contact slowly disappeared. You were heartbroken but didn’t want to disturb her so you stopped calling and tried to move on with your life. But there wasn’t a second that you weren’t thinking of her.

And now you were here again, you were in England wondering if you should make a call to her or do something to meet her again. But you didn’t know if she even remembered you. You hoped she did.

“Howdy, are you ready? We need to go out in a second!” Ted's voice startled you from your daydreaming. You didn’t even hear him coming into the apartment.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts and put on a smile to greet Ted. “Yeah, let's go.” You replied, grabbing your jacket. As you walked out of the door, you couldn't help but wonder what could have been if you had stayed, if you had stayed with Rebecca.

But now wasn’t the time to wonder, you had a surprise waiting for you.

You arrived at Mae's with Ted by your side and instantly was greeted by his friends from work. Everyone seemed really friendly, maybe except Roy he scared you a little, but right away you were swooped by a girl named Keeley. She had a bubbly personality and so many questions, to be honest, you didn’t quite keep up with all of her talking. She asked about everything from work topics to your personal life, she was a handful, but it was nice. You felt welcomed and in the right place.

“Sorry for interrupting girls,” Ted said “first how are you feeling? Is everything good? I know it’s a lot, all of those people and all of that?” You were grateful for him and for his concern about your well-being.

“Thank you, Ted, everything is good, Keeley is a fun company. Maybe I will get some gossip from your club.” You said sending Keeley a wink.

“For sure you will get that but I have one more thing. Keeley, do you know if Boss will stop by? I talked to her earlier but you know girls talk and all of that maybe she told you something.”

“Don’t know, sorry Ted.” Keeley said with a frown on her face.

“Is it this boss you keep telling me about? I need to meet her, connect your blabbering with a face.” You said curious if she really was like Ted described her to you, she was some kind of mystery to you. Gorgeous mystery if Ted was telling the truth.

Ted laughed “Yep, that’s the one. Fingers crossed that she can make it here. She is a busy lady.” You chuckled at his words. “Okay, I’m not keeping you away from your daily dose of gossip! I will catch you later!” And with a mention of gossip Keeley started talking, she told you all about every player that club has, every single detail she knows. But you were hardly listening, your mind wandering to the mystery boss. You would be lying if you said that the idea of meeting her intimidated you. After all, this was someone who owned the club.

As you wandered about her, Keeley's screech interrupted your line of thoughts. She shot up from her chair and sprinted toward the entryway.

And there she stood. Tall, statuesque blonde she was gorgeous as Ted said but you didn’t quite see her face. Keeley let her from the hug and you were at a loss of words.

There she was, your Rebecca. All those years later you got to see her. You couldn't believe your luck. Rebecca was here, in front of you, and she still looked as beautiful as ever. You couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions as you saw her.

“Boss! Glad you made it! I need to introduce you to my friend!” Ted exclaimed as he spotted Rebecca. And first time in years your eyes locked. You didn't know what to do or say. All the scenarios of you two reuniting and how it would go vanished. You just stood there, staring at her, hoping she would say something first. But she just stood there, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Ted broke the silence, “Rebecca, this is my friend I told you about earlier today. This is-”

“Y/N?” She didn’t let him finish too shocked to see you to even care.

“Yes, that’s her name. How do you know that?” Ted was confused, he never mentioned your name in their conversations.

You didn’t pay attention to what he said too absorbed in looking at her, admiring her beauty. “Becca? Oh my God! Rebecca fucking Welton that’s really you!” You exclaimed and embraced her in a tight hug trying to make up for all these years apart. Everyone just stared at you two exchanging confused looks between each other.

“What the fuck is happening? What are you doing here?” She asked still confused.

“Decided that it’s a good time to maybe come back to my roots. I don’t know Becca, I’m still figuring it out.” You let out a laugh don’t entirely believing that she is in front of you.

“I’m sorry but what the fuck? You know each other?” Ted asked, he looks like a lost child his eyes going from you to the blonde.

“We grew up together.” Rebecca answered. “We were inseparable until this little shit had to move away.” She said trying to mask her hurt voice behind laughter but you knew her well despite all these years.

“I’m sorry darling,” the pet name you used to call her easily slipped into your sentence, “you know I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to leave you.” You said looking directly into her eyes.

The others sensed that the atmosphere was growing serious, so they left you two space to talk.

“But you stopped calling. Not me, you!” Her voice groggy from the feeling she was feeling. “Why did you stop? I was waiting each week for your call and it never happened. You left me wondering if I did something wrong. Fuck this thought haunts me to this day.” She averted her eyes from you to not show you how hurt she was by your actions.

“Darling, look at me. I can’t say how sorry I am but at the time I thought it was the best decision. I didn’t want to disturb you. I wanted to let you enjoy your life here.” You took her hand into your own. “Also I was selfish, I’m sorry that I didn’t think about your feelings, I needed to do that for me. I needed to move on. I thought that was possible but my darling Rebecca it never happened. And I’m regretting this shitty decision to this day. How different our lives could be if I didn’t fucked it up. I’m so sorry.” You said with tears in your eyes. You didn’t know you had hurt her this badly, you were sure that not calling her would be good for her.

Rebecca looked at you with a mixture of emotions, hurt and anger mixing with happiness “I needed you, Y/N. You were my everything and you left me alone. Alone with all those feelings and unsaid words. I had to deal with everything on my own and it wasn’t fucking fair.” She said softly, tears glassing her eyes. “But seeing you now, after all these years, I can’t help but feel happy. I missed you so much.” You pulled her into another embrace, feeling the weight of her words and the years of separation between you two.

“I missed you too Becca. So fucking much you have no idea. There wasn’t a day that the thought of you didn’t cross my mind. I may have left you here but you never left my heart.”

“And you didn’t leave mine, sweetheart. Never.”

You two spent some time alone at the bar, catching up on the last years you were apart. You both laughed at the memories of your childhood and teenage years. The conversation was easy, comfortable, and filled with warmth. You found yourself being drawn to her all over again, and it was clear that the feeling was mutual. You could feel the electricity in the air between you, and it was as if you were teenagers again.

“You remember when Sassy where climbing to your balcony for the first time? She almost fell off three times. And you were standing and not helping at all!” You two laughed as you pictured her terrified face. All those nights spent in her room gossiping and stealing her parent's liquor passed through your mind. How happy you were when she was beside you, this feeling of comfort that she brought to your life.

“Like you were better than she! You fell off on your first time and woke my parents up!” She laughed and you blushed at the memory. This was the night when you realized that you have a crush on her. A massive crush.

“Y/N! Fuck, are you okay?” Rebecca whispered from her balcony looking at you with worry in her eyes.

“I’m okay! I’m okay!” You shouted quietly when you landed on your back in her backyard. You only hoped that you didn't wake her parents up but a fool has more hope than the wise. And in seconds her mother appeared in the backyard.

“Girls! What are you doing? Do you know what time it is?” She scolded both of you. “Y/N what are you doing on the ground? Couldn't you get into the house like a human? Through the door?” She looked at you disappointed.

“Sorry, Mrs. Welton.” You said with your head hung low.

“Come on you won’t be spending the night here.” She walked you to Rebecca's room. “Good night girls. Don’t do anything stupid. I need my beauty sleep.” And with that, she was gone.

“Fuck! I told you it was not a good idea!” Rebecca whispered to you angry. “Are you sure you are okay? Does nothing hurt you? Let me check.” She quickly said and grabbed your arm to inspect for bruises.

“Darling, I’m okay. It wasn’t that far. It’s okay, stop worrying.” You felt sparks when you locked your gaze with hers. You couldn’t stop looking at her, she was so beautiful. How you wanted to kiss the worry off her face but you stopped yourself. She was your best friend, you can’t do that. Not now.

“Hey! Earth to Y/N! What are you daydreaming about?” Rebecca's voice pulled you out of your dreams and you blushed. “You are blushing! Now you have to tell me!”

“It’s embarrassing. I was thinking about that night when I fell down.” You laughed awkwardly.

“And what happened that night that made you blush? Besides the obvious landing on your ass in my backyard.” She asked you curiously.

Fuck it. It’s in the past I can tell her now. You thought.

“That night I realized I had a crush on you. Like I knew you were beautiful, and you still are but that night it hit me full force.” You said quietly embarrassed that you told her your biggest secret.

“No way. You are kidding?” She said in disbelief.

“Never mind. Forget it.”

“No sweetheart. I had the biggest crush on you too. That’s why I was so heartbroken when you needed to leave. I wanted to tell you about my feelings but it didn’t seem right.” You stared at her not believing that you were so oblivious. But you were teenagers then so it kinda explains everything.

“Fuck we were so stupid.”

“Yeah, we were.” You two laughed. Her face was so relaxed when she was laughing, so free. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her. The feeling that you had as a teenager slowly crept back. You found yourself being pulled more and more towards her. You wanted to be close to her, to hold her, and never let go. Turns out your crush never disappeared. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You are so beautiful, Becca. I can’t stop looking at you. You were a beauty as a teenager but now. Wow. It’s really true, woman age like a fine wine. You are the best example.” Her cheeks turned red from the compliments.

“Thank you but look at yourself, the definition of perfection.” She smiled sheepishly at you. “It seems to me that the first real crush never left us.” You felt a sudden surge of courage as she spoke those words. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed her, you felt the same spark as you felt all those years ago. The kiss was soft and gentle, but it was filled with all the love and longing you had felt for each other over the years.

“Fuck, sorry. I didn’t mean to-” She didn't let you finish as she leaned to steal another kiss from you.

“It was worth waiting all those years for your return.” She smiled resting her head on your shoulder.

You knew that the future was uncertain, but you were willing to take a chance. You were willing to see where this new chapter in your relationship with Rebecca would take you, and you were excited to find out. But one thing was for sure, you had found your way back to the person who had always been a constant in your life, your soulmate, your Rebecca.

#rebecca welton #rebecca welton x reader #ted lasso #hannah waddingham #rebecca welton fic #vastill

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History at its best

Summary: You love history.

Square 1 filled for @ultimatechrisbingo: Professor!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Professor (Silver Fox) Steve Rogers x Student!Reader

Warnings: language, undefined age gap (the reader is of age), Silverfox!ASteve, light smut, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive Steve, doggy style, Captain & Sir kink, dirty talk, hand around throat (no choking, but I add it just in case), inappropriate relationship

Words: 1k+

This story is part of my: Adventures with your professor masterlist

History. You love history. Especially when it comes on two long legs, and makes your panties dampen with only one look.

“Today, we will pick up where we stopped last time. Y/N, can you tell me where we stopped last time?”

Damn that man. Professor Rogers. Steve Rogers. He flashes you a bright smile as you nervously shift in your seat.

You cross your legs and try to pretend you’re not having daydreams of your professor and his perfect cock. “Miss Y/L/N.”

“Page 385, Lesson 12,” you reply, praying that you remember the page right. If not, he’ll bend you over his desk and punish you for not listening to his lecture.

“Very good, Miss Y/N,” Professor Rogers points out. “As always. You’re such a good student…and a good girl.”

“I-“ dropping your eyes to your notebook you swallow thickly and pray none of the other students heard his last comment.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he puts on a big show as he walks toward his table. All tall and bulky he makes an impressive sight.

He puts on his glasses. The ones he doesn’t need. Steve Rogers just wants to act like he’s a normal guy.

But when he almost fucks you through a wall, he proves that he’s more than an average forty-plus guy lusting over one of his students. Steve Rogers is still the man saving the world more than once and a super-soldier.

“Professor, can we talk after classes,” one of the new girls in your course asks. “Please.”

“Sorry, Miss—“ Steve furrows his brows as he can’t remember her name. “What was your name again?”

“Sandi, with an I, not Y,” you dip your head to watch her lean back in her chair to push her tits out. You chuckle and turn your attention back toward the notes you took last time.

If not, Steve will find a way to punish you. And you are not in the mood for a bruised ass and no orgasm again.

Once in a while, you love to be a bad girl and to get some well-deserved punishment. Just not this week. You want to be good this time to make sure he goes easy on you and your still tender ass.

“Right, Miss Y/L/N,” your head snaps up the moment you hear his voice. Steve narrows his eyes as you got lost in thoughts once again. “Do you want me to repeat the question for you?”

“I’m sorry, I was looking over my notes about the Roman Empire and didn’t hear your question, Sir.”

You watch his Adam’s apple bobble when you use the title. “Well, at least you were engrossed in the topic, not some fashion magazine. You are forgiven.”

He smirks as you release a shuddery breath. “Thank you, professor.” Steve doesn’t seem to be mad.

“Anytime, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Why not? Every other girl would gladly join me at that party,” you roll your eyes as one of the frat boys tried to talk you into going to a party with him.

“I told you; I got a boyfriend at home.”

The annoying guy doesn’t need to know your boyfriend is your professor and the former Captain America.

“What he doesn’t know…” he grins, offering you a good time and more. “You don’t want me to tell everyone you’re an uptight bitch, right?”

“Fuck you,” you storm off, muttering under your breath. “No one gives a shit about your opinion.”

“I bet she’s boring in the sheets, bro. Let’s forget about her,” one of the other frat boys pats the guy’s shoulder. “We will find some other bitch for you.”

“Do we have a problem here?” Steve cocks his head to look down at the guy hitting on you. He was hiding behind a corner to jump in if needed. “What did you just say about Miss Y/L/N? How did you call her?”

“Virgins, you know,” the guy dares to snicker. “I bet she will mewl like a cat in heat when she gets fucked. Needy bitch.”

It takes everything in Steve not to break that grinning frat boy’s neck. He balls his hands into fists and takes a deep breath.

“Maybe she only needs a real man. Someone not treating her like a piece of meat. A man who knows how to fuck. I bet, you’d learn a thing or two listening to an experienced man, not a boy who creams his pants the moment he sees boobs...”

Steve storms off. If not, he’ll gladly kill the boys for daring to even lay eyes on you…

The moment Steve sent you a message, demanding that you wear a naughty schoolgirl uniform and no panties you knew, someone fucked up big time.

You just didn’t know it wasn’t you but the guy hitting on you.

Now he has one arm wrapped around your chest, hand gripping your left upper arm tightly. He sinks his teeth into your neck to mark your body all over again.

“Who do you belong to, doll?” you whine at Steve’s words. You’re too out of it to even answer. “I asked you a question and I expect you to answer it.”

“Y-you,” you squeak. “I’m yours…only yours.”

“Fuck, this cunt.”

Steve moves his hand to your neck to force you to crane it. He grins as you look up at him with glassy eyes. “Say it.”

“Your cock feels so good, Captain,” you’re out of breath. Steve is fucking you hard from behind, never missing a beat as you struggle to even keep your body upright. “I love it so much.”

“Of course, you do, doll,” he lowers his head to kiss you greedily, lips and tongue dominating your mouth.

“Steve…please…”

“Not yet,” he growls against your lips while his hips mercilessly snap into your ass. “I’m gonna ruin this cunt first.”

“It’s yours…only yours,” you babble and whine. “Please…Sir…” You’ll do anything to get your high. “I love it when you fuck me.”

“Fuck,” your body goes slack as Steve slaps one hand between your legs to shove two fingers inside your cunt to join his cock. “Fuck…Stevie…Captain…Sir…professor…”

“That’s it. You can cum now, baby doll. Come for me and take all of my spunk,” Steve growls when his warmth fills you. “You’re so good for me. Always so tight and warm.”

You tremble against him. It’s all too much. “Please…I can’t…”

“Shh…I’ve got you baby doll,” Steve immediately wraps his arms around you. “I’ll carry you into the bathroom and we will have a warm bath. Just let me lock the door first…”

“Yes, Captain…”

Steve kisses your temple and mumbles soft words as he pulls out of you. “I’ve got you...baby...I love you.”

“I love you too, Steve.”

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You’re Not Gonna Leave Me (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

A/N: I lied, I’m this posting this today and not tomorrow.

Summary: [AU?] Natasha and you fight after finding out that she's going to become an Avenger. (900 Words)

Warnings: unhappy ending, arguing, angst.

The moment when Natasha got the offer to join the Avengers was the moment you knew your relationship was over.

You were just about to watch Netflix on Natasha's computer when you found it. The moment you entered the password, her email was already open. You would never go through her personal stuff but something caught your eye.

An email sent by Tony Stark? Hesitantly you click on it. You skim through it since it wasn't too long. It was a bunch of useless information until the end.

‘We could use someone like you on our team. Especially in times like this, we need you. Think It over, I hope you show up tomorrow.’

You blinked and read it again. Was Natasha planning to become an Avenger without telling you?

At the wrong time, Natasha walked in with a mouth full of popcorn. She was laying in bed waiting for you to grab the laptop. “Why are you taking so long? Let's start the movie,” she whined.

She walked in front of you to see what you were doing and you moved away. You would have ignored the email and never bring it up but you had to. The email said tomorrow. “What is this?” You question and hold the laptop in front of her to see.

Natasha’s smile dropped, a frown replacing it. “What's what?” She questioned then took the computer from you. Her eyes squinted to read the words in front of her. Right when she realized what it was, she put the computer down and sighed.

“What is this?” You repeat, pointing at the screen. “What's an email like this doing in your inbox, Natasha?”

Natasha could tell you were growing distressed so she grabs your arms with her hands to keep you in place. Right away you push yourself away from her. “No, you can't do this! You said that you were over that life, you said you wanted everything to be normal. Y-You said that you’d stay with me.”

Your bottom lip trembled and tears already started escaping your eyes. “You promised, why are you doing this?”

“I was just thinking of it,” she defends. It was true, as much as Natasha wanted to deny it. She was thinking about it, and a part of her did want to go. The only reason she hasn't replied yet was simply because of you.

You wanted to yell at her. You expected she would have already said no, there’s no way she could leave, right? “You’re thinking about putting yourself in danger again? You said you were over that! Do I have to repeat every promise you’ve made to me, or will I have to wait until you break them again?”

Her eyebrows furrowed at your words but she knew that you were just angry. “You heard them, they need me. People are in trouble, you saw the news,” she replied.

The response only made you angrier. It felt like an excuse to leave you. “They can get someone else! There are other people out there. You’re not one in a million Natasha, there are better fucking assassins.”

You both knew there was no one else better out there. It was selfish of you but you finally had Natasha to yourself, is it really that stupid to want her for longer. “I can bring you with me, we can live in America together.” Another excuse caused you to groan. “You’re not listening to me,” you yell. “What about our life here? We can't just leave.”

Natasha looked at you with a guilty expression. You grab a fist full of her shirt, gripping it tightly. “Stay, you can't leave. Please, Наталья.” You’re practically begging her.

At this point, you were hyperventilating and on the urge of a panic attack. More pleads struggled to leave your lips. Was this life not enough for her? Would the Avengers make her happier? Am I just holding her back from saving people? You kept thinking and thinking until you were engulfed in her arms.

��Calm down, shhh it’s okay,” Natasha whispered, her lips kissing across your scalp to calm you down. “I’ll respond to them tomorrow, I won't go, okay? I’m not leaving.”

“Okay,” you mumble. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” she said while rubbing your back. ”Don't worry about it anymore, I’m staying,” she cooed. Her soft words calmed you down, you were more than happy Natasha wasn't going but You still felt a little guilty about it. Natasha reassured you that she was happy here and that she was staying.

You allow her to lead you to the bedroom, abandoning the idea of watching a movie. Natasha lays down beside you, pushing you into her arms so your back rests against her front. She spoke about her plans to take an off day to spend it with you tomorrow. Your body is completely relaxed next to her. Sleep slowly took over you as she kept talking.

When Natasha notices, she brushes strands of hair out of your face before giving a soft kiss on the side of your head. “I’ll make it up to you one day, I promise,” she whispers and gives you one last kiss on your forehead.

The next day you wake up and you notice the absence of your girlfriend right away. When you look around the house for her and continuously call and text her, there's nothing. Your girlfriend is gone without a trace or message.

Natasha left, breaking her promise. ‘Do I have to repeat every promise you’ve made to me, or will I have to wait until you break them again?’

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Loyalty to Royalty

Erik!Stevens x OC

Part Five

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Princess Imani was the black sheep of her family, never really fitting the female royal type. When an arranged marriage between Prince N'Jadaka and her is set up, she tries her hardest to get away... but she just can’t.

Warning: Smut

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Once the Wakandian Royal family left, it was now Imani left with her father and step mother. They didn't speak a word to each other, and quite honestly, Imani wanted just that. She was in the main kitchen, cutting her some mangoes and kiwis as she heard someone come into the area. She looked up and saw that her Amarah stood there with a look that could kill. She ignored her, continuing to cut her fruits.

After today's events, Imani came up with a realization last night... a hard one. Amarah's is the only one that doesn't know better. She's young, new to this world, and is easily impressionable by her mother. Her mother hatred for Imani stems in Amarah because of Oshana wanting to be ruler.

"Why are you such a horrid person?" Amarah said walking towards her, with a look of disgust on her face. "Your father and my mother are in distress because of this situation and you have the nerve to sit here and-" Imani cuts her off.

"Blaming for your mothers stupidity is quite the reach." she said plopping a mango in her mouth. "Your mother is playing you like a violin and you don't even see it." she chuckled shaking her head as she grabbed a glass of water.

"You are just trying to come up with lies against my mother. She would never do such thing." she scoffed as she shrugged her shoulders.

"But.. she has." Imani sighed then turned and look at her. "And I'm sure she created lies about me too." she chuckled.

"No she hasn't. Everything she's said about you is true. You only care about yourself, you'er rude and all you do is cause destruction." Amarah snapped at her. "You were jealous of me the moment we stepped in here because you thought I was prettier and smarter." That made Imani laugh.

"And lemme guess... Your mother told you that?" she said as Amarah kept quiet. "You let your mother poison your image of me."

"Throw your opinion about me out the window and just think for a moment. Your mother is queen, yet she had you go on international television and made you look like a complete fool. Not only that, when we go to America tomorrow and counteract your claims it won't be your mother that the world laughs at... it will be you." Imani stated. Amarah stared at her before shaking her head.

"That it's not true."

"Answer me then then, your mother is Queen. Not you. Would it not make sense for the Queen of the country to make this statement?" she asked her. Amarah didn't say anything, but Imani did recognize the look on her face.

Realization.

"And another thing-" she said grabbing a piece of Kiwi. "She did not take credit for any of this. No news source on the planet has a picture of your mother, connected to that statement. It's only you. So when you get back lash, which you will, no one will think to bash the queen. All of the negativity, will be for you and only you. Politicians, military informants, the people of both Wakanda and Kambaho. She made sure it was you so if it did back peddle and it didn't end well, it wasn't her that would get the backlash. It would be you." she stated. Amarah face saddened as she realized what her mother has done. Imani never thought that she could feel bad for her, but at this moment she did. Her eyes started to swell up with tears.

"I-I thought I was doing the right thing. She told me that we could get money, a-and that you were going to hate this."

"No no, don't cry." Imani said placing the bowl of fruit on the counter. "I've already have a plan to try and save face for you. No one deserves to be laughed at by the world when you thought you were doing the right thing." Imani grabbed her shoulders.

"Wipe your tears, weakness does not look good on us."

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Imani opened her fathers door to see him drinking a glass of whiskey. Sighing, she closed the door as he looked up at her. Holding the bowl of fruit, she sat down in front of his desk handing him the fresh fruit.

"It's been a minute since you came cut me a bowl of fruit." he chuckled grabbing it as she shrugged.

"Nakia sent me home with a bunch of fruit that some of the children grew at her school. Best fruit honestly." she chuckled sitting back in her chair crossing her legs, and placing her hands on her lap.

"I guess you'd like me to address the elephant in the room." he sighed. She thought about it, then shrugged.

"Honestly, I'm not even upset that you didn't show. Well, not anymore at least. I feel almost sorry really." she said to him. He didn't want to admit it but the meeting had him embarrassed and ashamed. He didn't even feel like a King in his own palace.

"Caught me by surprise." he said with no emotion as she shrugged.

"I hope you understand why, it wasn't intended to make you feel any kind of way." she admitted to him, he sighed wiping his hands over his head. "But I was hurt when I asked you to do one thing and you left me on my own."

"I know, I know it's just, I feel like I don't even have a say so in my own home without feeling like I'm making somebody upset." he responded as she nodded.

"Understandable. Well why is that?"

"You say go left, Oshana says I need to go right. You say yes, Oshana says no. My relationship is-" he stopped himself before finishing.

"Father you always say you trust my judgement, which you can assume is your judgement also?" she assumed, he nodded. "So why is that every time I make a decision, or anytime I do something, it's always the opposite with her." she said leaning forward. He thought about it.

"I'm the last person to even tell you this, because if you decide to love her then that's you. But your love should not in any way cross boundaries with the people who call you King." she snapped at him. "You sit in your office drinking your life away." she said pointing to the bottle of whiskey. "Letting her walk all over you while I have to pick up the pieces. I am tired." she whispered the last part.

"Are you even happy?" she asked him as he shook his head, making her scoff.

"I know. And I've been doing a lot of thinking." he said standing up. "I think it's time for me to finally step-down." he said as she looked at him in shocked.

"So soon?"

"You don't have to say it but I see how you look at me when I walk these halls. I have not been a great King nor father since your mother passed." he admitted to her. She stared at him, still in shock.

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"Welcome to the U S of A!" Erik exclaimed stepping off the jet as Imani looked around in shock.

"Oh wow.. it even smells different here." Imani exclaimed looking around as they walked to the jet.

"Eh, back home is better." Okoye stated walking beside the three of them as Imani chuckled.

T'Challa, Erik, Imani and Okoye made their way to the cars that awaited for them that took them to the hotel that they would be at for their stay. Imani sat in her own room that was in the Suit they shared, making notes on what she should say for her speech at the mission, when she heard a knock on her door.

She looked up and saw Erik standing with two Champaign glasses filled with a pink transparent liquid. "Here's to a little celebration to being in America for the first time." he said. She chuckled as she placed the laptop on her bed, as she grabbed it from him, making a toast and drinking.

"Good heavens, why is it so strong." she choked out making Erik laugh. "Y'all American's really do love your liquor." she said placing it on the bed side table next to her as he chuckled.

"You think this strong, just wait till I get you some Henny." he winked at her smiling as she playfully rolled her eyes.

"Actually there was something I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to wait till we were alone." she said grabbing his glass from his hand and placing it on the table.

"Something happened?" he asked worriedly as she nodded. He immediately thought about the kiss that they shared the night before, scared she may have regretted.

"So my father talked to me last night after y'all had left back, and he basically told me that he was stepping down sooner that we planned." she told him biting his lip.

"You gotta stop doing that." he said leaning in closer, softly pulling her lip from her teeth as she gasped.

"Don't be touching my lips."

"You weren't' complaining about it last night." he tested her. She looked over to the side fighting the blush that was creeping on her face but he caught it. He stood up adjusting her body so that she sat on the edge of the bed with him standing between her thighs. He placed both of his hands beside her, bent down so where they were face to face.

"Must you be so close." she backed up a little. Affection obviously wasn't her thing, but Erik was determined to make it.

"I just like looking at you." he whispered to her, she bit the inside of her cheeks to refrain from biting her lip. Not being able to take the heat any more she gave him a kiss on the lips again as Erik grabbed her chin deepening it.

"Stop-" she giggled as he continued to peck her on the lips. "-N'Jadaka I need to tell you about what we talking about." she laughed pushing him away.

"How was this conversation even bought up anyways?" he asked standing up right grabbing his glass, her immediately missing the feeling of him being close.

"Well he was admitting some things, things I already knew."

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The following day, the travelers found themselves in front of the Outreach center with news reports from all around trying to get close enough to the podium. She wore a long white Sun Dress with her locs in a half up half down style, and some sandals. It was an understatement that she was Royalty from a different country.

To hear that three royals from two of the richest countries in America, that just so happened to be in rule of majority of the vibranium, they wanted to ask all of the good questions. Whether it was the scandal that Erik had addressed, or whether it was about the vibranium, or even just random questions.

It was decided that Imani would be the first one up to discuss her viewpoints, and to break the news to America about her father stepping down.

As they walked up the stage, questions and flashes started flushing in, the Dora Milije making sure no intruder made their way on stage. Imani stepped to the mic, tapping on the microphone to make sure it was on. As the crowd quieted, she begin to spoke.

"Firstly, I would like to say the Oakland California has been very welcoming to me. As this is my first time here in the states, I was quite weary about the response I may receive." she started off. "And my lord, do y'all know how to cook up here." she stated as the crowd laughed.

"I would like to start off by saying, that my father, King Z'Kiri of Kambaho has grown into his age. He has come to the conclusion that he is no longer able to run this country in his state. My mother, Queen Zakirah wanted the two of them to retire while they were still able and in right mind, I am pleased that my father has decided to move on with those wishes." she replied. Questions started to pile in as she continued.

"Furthermore, I would like to address the elephant in the room. Four centuries, not only our mother nation but our sister nation Wakanda has delt with the use and supply of Vibranium. As you may heard, from a non-spokes person of both respected countries, that we were open and willing to trade. The information was not presented perfectly, though we are opened to helping we are not open to trade." she stated. The gasps and whispers went first, than the questions came after.

"We would like to apologize on all people involved that have made had the intensions or impressions to trade with us, but that offer will not be on the table for the near future to come."

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Imani sat in her room, cress cross apple sauce at the foot of her bed switching between channels on the T.V mounted on the wall watching American News.

"First of all, she looks like she belongs in high school. Who is trusting Miss Imani to run a freaking country!?"

"Honestly, I don't blame them. All America is good for is sucking countries dry, and leaving them."

"Whoever that braud was to make that statement in the first place is dumb for getting the entire world hopes up."

"What America needs to do is demand their respect. Why trust these shit hole countries to run the most expensive element on Earth!?"

"They are offering any country help, what more can we ask for? Especially with aliens attacking us every five business days!"

"Amarah isn't even royal blood so who ever set up that interview only did it to embarrass her. Why would she ever be the spokesperson for Kambaho AND Wakanda!?"

She listened to all of the comments, the positive, the negative and the neutral. Her mind was racing, she didn't know what to do.

"Turn this foolishness off." she looked over and saw T'Challa walking in, grabbing the remote and turning off.

"Can't help it." she sighed scratching at her forehead.

"Stop." he said pushing her arm away from her forehead and leaning against the dresser as she kissed her teeth. "You tend to do that when your stressing." he chuckled.

"I haven't noticed." she mumbled.

"You know for someone who talks a lot, you haven't said a word since the conference. I am concerned." she looked at him in shock.

"Excuse me?"

"Not in a bad way." he defended putting his hands up in the air. "It's just, sometimes your mind runs a billion miles a minute so for you to be quiet.. it just concerns me." she sighed before standing up.

"I just hope I'm making the right decision." she stated playing with her fingers as she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well this isn't the Imani I know." he said sitting next to her on the bed as she groaned.

"Whoever I hire, whatever decision I make, mistake or not I just want my people to know that I did it in the hopes of my people." she said looking at him. "If this turn around and bite us in my ass, I can never forgive myself." she whispered looking at him.

T'Challa never saw Imani this vulnerable. The weight of being the new Heir was weighing on her. "You know, this feeling is normal. I felt it, my father felt it, his father felt it, our ancestors felt it." he trailed off as she listened.

"Look. As long as I have known you, you have been preparing for this and I've known you my entire life. While we were out trying to sneak liquor from baba's cabinet, you were sitting outside the council room of both countries trying to hear what they said. You knew every single ally for both countries since you were five. You are more prepared than any royal I know." T'Challa comforted her.

"Who ever knew Challa would be so good with his words." she bumped into him as he chuckled.

"Just know I consider you my little sister Imani, just like Wakanda won't let her sister national fail neither will I." he told her as she smiled at him.

"Thanks Challa." she smiled at him.

"Now to the more important stuff." he said standing up. "I see you and Erik have been getting a little.. close." he smirked at her as she playfully rolled her eyes.

"I guess...." she blushed as he raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't know. I really like him."

"Whelp, that feeling is mutual. That man can't walk in any room without talking about you." he said in a matter of fact tone, that comment immediately peaking her interest.

"Is that so?" she said, not helping the smile that creeped on her face.

"Yeah, it's quite interesting since you couldn't stand him a few months ago." he joked as she threw a pillow at him as he chuckled. "You know how I am about these types of things, taking care-"

"Business first, pleasure second. Understandable." he mocked her rolling his eyes. "Who say's you can't mix business and pleasure?" he asked as she tilted her head in confusion.

"Literally everyone that owns a business?"

"Yeah well a country isn't a business." T'Challa stated. She was about to respond, but her door opened and she saw Erik standing there.

"Hope I ain't intrude in nothing." he smirked placing his hands into his pockets, as Challa shook his head. "Now, actually about to head out ourselves. Nakia wants to go out on a date." He gave Imani a knowingly look, before walking pass Erik and out the door.

"Talking about going out, let's go out tonight." he said standing up in front of her as she shook her head.

"No can do. We have to prepare for the interviews we have scheduled for tomorrow and we need to prepare ourselves for-" Erik groaned grabbing her hands.

"Let's just go out. Your in America for the first time and you want to stay inside and do work. I want to show you around my city." he begged her. "Please?"

There he goes with that fucking smile. She swears he could have anything he wanted with that smile.

"We go out tonight, in the morning we prepare." she pointed at him as he nodded.

"I got you."

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"So, Jadaka, what's on our plans for tonight." she walked into his room. He turned around to look at her, but was caught by surprised by what she had on. His eyes wondered over her body than back to her lips.

"You tryna not to go out?" he asked her with a chuckle, his eyes doing a once over. She blushed at the comment, immediately knew where it was going, but she easily covered it with a scoff.

"Oh noo, you convince me to get dressed up, we are leaving." she chuckled sitting down on the sofa that he had in his room and crossing her legs. His eyes then sat at the way her thighs sat perfectly, most definitely using some of the coco butter from home.

"I mean I can say you do look good, right?" he smirked grabbing two whiskey glasses and a bottle of Henny. He placed both of them on the table next to her as she looked at the bottle. She took this moment to drink him and all his glory in.

"Oh is this the famous Hennessey." she chuckled as he poured them both an amount. He handed her the glass before saying,

"It is. Let's do a little pre-game." he state as the clinked their glasses together.

The taste of the drink caught her off guard as she started to cough. "Goodness gracious, what the hell is this!?" she coughed putting the empty glass on the table as he laughed.

"C'mon it ain't the bad."

"Ain't that bad!? It tastes like it belongs on the periodic table!" she claimed standing up. He busted out laughing as she grabbed the water bottle that was next to the bottle, chugging it down as she gagged.

"Okay I should've warned you." he said, wiping the tears from his eyes as she scoffed at him.

"No wonder why you Americans are so unhealthy. I think I just got level 2 liver failure from this sip." Even though it was nasty tasting, she immediately felt the affects of the drink.

"Okay... woah." she said sitting down as Erik sat next to her.

"Now you see why we like it so much." he smirked at her.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The two of them decided to have a nice dinner at one of the five star restaurants that his friend back home owned. Imani loved the different variety of meals, even sparking up conversation with him on how to cook such meals.

He finally wanted to take her to one of the lounges that he owned. With word that he and the princess was in town, it was packed with both paparazzi and people who just wanted to have a good time.

The two of them had a couple of more drinks at the restaurant, so they were most definitely feeling the drinks. Imani, sad to say it, haven't had this much fun in ages.

They stepped into the lounge as everyone started to make noise at their arrival. "Let's give it up for Erik and Princess Imani!" the DJ spoke as the two of them waved, walking through the paveway to their on VIP section.

As much as Imani was uptight, maybe it was the liquor or she wasn't on her Princess duties, but she most definitely enjoyed the lounge atmosphere. All she wanted to do was dance and have a great time.

And that's exactly what they did.

Luckily for the two of them, because of the Herb, they couldn't get too drunk but drunk enough to love the feeling.

Erik saw a whole other side of Imani. She had no shame on dancing on him, dancing on the sofa, hell even dancing on the table. Her shoes were off and her locs were now in a pony tail.

Something that he learned about her, this girl can dance and move. He loved it.

Luckily with her outfit on, she could move in anyway she wanted with out exposing herself, after all she was a royal. Erik sat on the couch with her on the glass table with a glass of Crown Royal in one hand, and a blunt in the other smirking at the princess in front of him.

"Mani, you having a good time?" he yelled over the music. She stopped dancing for a moment to look at him, with the goofiest smile on her face.

"Oh I'm having a blast." she said back to him before she stepped down. "Though I could be having way more fun." she said smirking at him as he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Mhm.. and how is that?"

"Well I'm not going to lie. That Henny drink made me feel a little funny." she admitted, a blush obvious. He knew exactly what she meant. In this moment, no matter how loud the music was, it felt like it was just the two of them in this club.

"Yeah... It does that." he laughed as she scoffed.

"You did this on purpose!" she said hitting his chest. "Though I really don't mind it." she finished. Erik knew she was a little tipsy, and wasn't sure if she was only saying it because she was. He knew if he did anything without her consent, his manly parts would most definitely be on display for the whole world to see by the morning. But it was like she read his mind.

"No worries. I'm still in my right mind about you." she told him then whispered in his ear. "About us." He closed his eyes, damn near taking her out right now but he stopped himself.

"Alright how about this? Don't drink for the next hour so you can sober up a little. Then, if you can tell me this again by the night at the hotel, I'll give you what you need. But I'm not touching you for the hour till you're clear." he looked her in the face before she nodded.

"Fair deal." she leaned over pecking him on the lips before standing up.

"Aye Erik!!" The two of them looked and saw two guys walking up the steps as Erik stood up.

"What up with y'all niggas!" Erik exclaimed giving each of them a bro hug.

"We could be asking you the same shit!" The light skinned one laugh.

Both of them were tall, one being light skinned and the other being dark skinned. The light skinned had tattoos running up his arm and neck, with curly hair. He was tall but slimmer than Erik. The darksinned one rocked locs with blonde tips, and had only one arm of tattoos. They were dripped out in Ice, most definitely looking like they had much money as Erik.

"Wayne and Jeremiah, this is my ole lady, Imani. Imani, these are my bestfriends Wayne and Jeremiah." she walked from behind the two with her hands out for them to shake.

"It's nice to finally meet you two. Erik always tell me crazy ass stories from back in y'all university days." she giggled as Wayne laughed.

"It's nice to meet you too Princess Imani." he said shaking her hand.

"Eh, I'm not formal type. Imani will do just fine." she told them.

"Okay Miss Imani." Jeremiah chuckled. As the three best friends started to catch up, Imani looked over the rail looking at all the people in the lounge. Some of them were waving up at her, and taking videos but one caught her eye.

Arianna Cope.

She was in her own VIP section across the lounge with her girl friends. With a twitch of her an eye, she looked back at Erik who was still talking to her. She looked back over and saw Arianna looking right back at her.

Giving her a stink look, Arianna rolled her eyes and started talking to her friends as they looked back at her also. Their fingers were pointing at her, it was obvious that they were talking shit about her and started to get aggressive. The next thing she knew, they were leaving their lounge and making their way across the club. The two men left as she she walked over to Erik before whispering in his ears,

"That Arianna girl is in here Erik." she told him. He turned around to look at her and saw that her face was annoyed.

"She is? Where?"

"She's making her way over here." she told him as he scoffed.

"There is security guards at the entrance of the VIP. They ain't coming up here." he reassured her. "Don't worry."

"Oh I'm not worried. Though she better be. I will fuck her up." she warned him. The threat caught him off guard as she usually isn't the one going out looking for a fight, though she did have a mouth on her.

"Oh I know, you don't have to tell me." he chuckled. He heard about the damage that the Silver Leopard has done, even on the personal missions she's done within the months.

As she was about to say something, she heard the commotion down stairs of girls yelling. "I fucking know him! Lemme up!" One voice exclaimed.

"Tell that gorilla lookin ass bitch up there to come down here with her scary ass!" Another voice said.

"Gorilla!?" she looked at Erik in shocked as he shook her head, scared that the liquor might just encourage her to beat all they asses. "Oh fuck no!" she walked to the entrance as Erik blocked her from exiting by grabbing her and holding her by the waist.

"Nah let the bitch go. Let's see what this hoe really about!" Arianna exclaimed as Erik attempted to push her to the corner. Erik knew as soon as he let her go, she could do some serious damage to all parties involved, maybe even a few deaths.

All by herself.

"Mani... chill. You know you have advantage over them, you don't want to cause a bad image for yourself." he reasoned with her. She looked at him. "Don't react to it. You got way more to loose than her." he whispered to her as she looked at him. She was mad, but it seemed like Erik was good, even great, at calming her.

"Go down there and fix it before I do."

Knowing there wasn't an ounce of a lie with that statement, without second thought, Erik was making there way down the steps to see that issue.

"Fuck you Erik! Tell that bitch to come down the steps."

"Arianna she ain't coming down to do shit! The fuck is you here for anyways!?" he yelled at her, a barrier of men between him and her.

"Nigga you do realize what the fuck happened right!? The whole entire world is making her a life a living fucking hell because of what you posted nigga." one of her bestfriends, Janiah, claimed.

"I should have my brother come up here and shoot you in your shit bitch ass nigga!" Arianna exclaimed chucking her stlleto at his head, but with his quick reflexes he dodged it.

"All because you lied on me?" he exclaimed with a laugh. "Get these bitches outta my fucking club." he told the guards walking up. They continued to protest and yell but they were taken out, cameras video tapping everything.

It was around 12 o'clock at night when Imani let her him know that she was ready to head back home. The two of them exit the club, with him carrying her as she couldn't properly walk in her heels anymore because she was sore and lightly tipsy.

"We love you Princess Imani!!!" She heard a couple of black girls say at the entrance as she smiled and waved at them.

"I LOVE YOU MORE!!!" she exclaimed as they fan-girled at the princess.

"Okay get in the car." Erik chuckled placing her in back seat of the SUV, him waving at the fans before he too entered. She sat diagonally across the seat, as Erik put her feet into hid lap massaging it.

"Ya know, it feels like I'm getting sobered enough.." she trailed off, moving her feet across his lap in a slow motion. He looked at her with a look that she didn't recognized, but boy did she love it.

He looked almost primal the way he was looking at her, and his mouth was sure as hell watering at the sight of her. All tonight with her dancing, she teased the hell out of him.

If he thought that was teasing, he was sure as hell in a rough ride back to the hotel.

"Do you mind letting the visor up please?" she asked the driver as he nodded. Erik knew she was bold, hell, every statement that went out of this girls mouth was nothing but bold. But this really was the icing on top of the cake.

"No problem Princess Imani." And with that the visor went up as he looked down at his Rolex.

"You do know you have exactly 23 minutes left right?" he warned her as she rolled her eyes.

"Are you really being so technical?" she whispered crawling onto his lap. His eyes were low from the blunts that he smoked, Imani damn near dripping at the sight of him.

"Imani... what are you doing?" he asked looking up at her.

"You said you wouldn't touch me. You didn't say anything about me touching you." she whispered, biting his ear lobe. He closed his eyes, with her placing small kisses from the bottom of his ear, down his neck. Her hips slowly started to wine, as she lifted her dress just a tad bit.

"Fuck Mani, your killing me." he grabbed her waist about to help himself but she smacked his hands. "Aht aht, you still have about-" she grabbed his hand looking at his Rolex. "About less than 22 minutes. You don't get to touch me yet." she smirked at him. If looks could kill, this girl would have been dead by the look he was giving her.

He nodded his head, his tongue gliding across the inside of his cheeks. "You playing with fire, I hope you know that." his tone was about a couple of octaves deeper as she bit her lip.

"Mmm something in me don't believe that." she smirked, questioning his ability. He didn't get offended, he didn't roll his eyes. He just smiled at her.

That fucking smile.

"Bet."

All through out the ride, Imani did everything in her power to get him to break. She don't know if she admired or was pissed off at his strength to keep his hands to himself. When they arrived at the hotel, he stepped out. He picked her up out of the vehicle due to the lack of shoes, before entering the elevator that was to the pent house floor.

He placed her down, his stare intensely on her as she bit her lip at him. He clenched his fist, again biting the inside of his cheek. They arrived to the top floor, as she turned around walking into the hotel suit. She was about to make her way to her room but he stopped her.

"And where you think you going?" he asked tilting his head, a smirk on his face.

"To my room to-"

"Take yo ass in my room Mani." he cuts her off, moving aside to let her walk in front of him. This cut throat Erik was new to her. If this way any other situation, he would have been cussed clean the fuck out. She stared at him in shock, before he laughed.

"Oh you thought I was playing. Take yo sexy ass in my fucking room. I'm not telling you again." he told her. Walking passed him, she walked down the hall to his room as he followed behind her, watching her ass jiggle in the dress. He walked behind her, shutting the door. He looked at the two glasses and the bottle of henny before he poured himself another drink.

As dominant as she was in the real world, she never knew she would get so turned on by a man telling her what to do. In her past sex life, she was always the one in charge. This.. was entirely new to her.

"I think you have about three minutes left." he taunted her. She bit her lip looking at the clock before turning to him.

"I can do a lot in three minutes." she told him, he nodded in agreement.

"Yeah I know." he chuckled taking the mint gum out of his mouth, throwing it away and taking the glass of Henny down the throat. He took off his jacket throwing it somewhere in the room. "You have no understanding how I'm about to fuck the shit outta you do you?" he bent down in front of her. The mint with the whiskey smell was damn near intoxicating itself.

"I don't, you do have two minutes to explain it though." she batted her eyelashes at him.

"I don't know whether I want to eat that pussy first because I know she's wet, or making you deep throat my dick for all this teasing. Either way you getting a treatment of both. Then, I'm bending you over the bed and making you take all this dick, I don't care if you cum a hundred times. Take you to the window, fuck you while you looking at my city. Take yo ass in the shower, give you all this dick in there." he spoke. Speechless, she started to move her thighs together. Licking his lips, he looked down at her moving her thighs. He stood up straight before saying,

"Play with that pussy for me." she stood up, slipping out of the dress, him seeing that she didn't have on any under garnments.

"Mani.." he tsked. "You were planning this entire time to get some dick." he said in more of a statement.

"How could I not?" she sat back on the bed. Opening her legs, she showed him her waxed pussy with her own happy tail, widening her legs to give a view of her pussy.

"Yeahhh." he kneeled down getting a front row seat. "Such a pretty pussy..." he whispered to himself. "Since you wanna show me this pussy like a lil hoe, gone head and fuck yourself like one." he said, still starring at it. Slowly, she moved her legs between her thighs as her hands were placed on her swollen clit. Using her index and middle finger, she moved her finger on her clit with pressure as she closed her eyes.

"Mhmm." she let out a moan. Her wetness was producing, knowing the fact that she was playing with herself in front of him. Months ago, if you told her that this is where she would be at, she would have laughed in your face. Yet, here we are.

"I said fuck yourself like a slut. Add a finger or two in there before I do it." he warned her. Trailing down to her entrance, following his instructions, she started to fuck herself with her fingers. She's done this before in the comfort of her own privancy, but it ain't never felt this way before.

"Oooh goodness..." she gasped, hitting her g-spot.

"Fuck you already creaming?" he asked her. He looked down at his watch. "You gotta minute to make yourself cum. Then your mine for the taking." she continued to fuck herself, she knew she wouldn't be able to do it in the moment, but this was Imani we were talking about. She always loved a challenge.

"Erik!!" she exclaimed as he shook his head.

"Nah, moan the name I was given."

"N'Jadaka..." she moaned. With the hour finally up, he slapped her hand away.

"Move." Was all he said. She moved her fingers, him grabbing them and placing them in his mouth and with the others slid two fingers inside her. "Yeah.... I like that." he heard the wet noise her pussy was making as she moaned.

"Fuck... finger my pussy just like that." she gasped out. He spat on her clit making her gasp as he stood back up. Grabbing the back of her hair, he pulled her so that she was looking at him.

"Daddy making this pussy feel right, ain't he?" he smiled at her.

That smile was what made the dam broke. "Fuuuck you..." she moaned as she came all on his fingers as he laughed. He grabbed her legs opening them before his face was between her thighs, and happily eating her pussy. He rotated between slurping on her clit and tongue fucking her. Her hands were in his dreads yanking as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Ohh my goodness.." she gasped out. Her head fell back as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Erik continued to eat her out, purposely making the slurping sounds just so she knew her pussy tasted good.

"I-I don't think I can come again." he pulled away, slapping her clit as she bucked her hips.

"Shut the fuck up and let me eat this pussy." And with that, his tongue was back like it never left.

"Daddy.. shit!" she felt the familiar feeling in her stomach, her cumming all over again on his tongue and face, yet he still did not stop.

He was here to prove a point, and my God was the point being proven.

"Daddy please!" she moaned out. The sound of her calling him daddy could've made his dick rip his pants rip at the seems. Yet, she didn't know if she was begging him to stop or to keep going.

This feeling, she have never felt before. There was a pressure she felt that she just let go. "Fuck mamas." he whispered astonished at the juices squirt outta her.

"OOHHH MYY GODD." she grabbed the blankets as he stood up taking off his shirt. As he unbuckled his pants, she sat up kissing him on the lips as he deepened the kiss. Letting his pants fall to the floor and stepping out, he grabbed her face kissing her as her hands went to his dick pulling the waist down. With his dick free, he stepped outta his underwear as she grabbed it.

She pulled away to get sight of it how it felt, because the way it felt didn't make sense.. that was until she saw it.

"All this... for me to play and fuck with?"

The way she sounded innocent , but was talking about fucking his big dick made his dick jump in her hand. Astonished she pushed him back as she slid outta bed onto her knees looking at him.

"You want this dick in your throat?" he asked her, slapping her in the face a few times with it as she nodded.

"Yes please, sir."

"Open." Right on command, her mouth was open and watering as he entered her mouth throwing his head back. Taking a minute to adjust to his size, it wasn't long before his dick was down her throat.

"Put your hands in your lap, let daddy fuck this slutty throat." he begged her. Following his instructions, with her head against the bed and him, she had no where to go as he attacked her throat.

"That's it... fuck." With her throat tightening and the wetness combined, he wasn't sure if he could last this long in her throat. With one hand she played with her right nipple, and with her other hand she started to fuck herself again with his fingers.

He heard the wetness of her pussy as he smirked down at her. "I love a bitch that gets wet at sucking my dick. Ima make you a feen for this dick you hear me, Mani?" he groaned as she nodded choking.

"Ima have you willing to take this dick anywhere and anytime, no matter who fucking watching. You like that don't you." she moaned over his dick as slob ran down her chest and to her pussy. He pulled away making her gasp for air. He grabbed her by the throat, making her kiss him, messy and all.

He lifted her up on the bed, throwing her in the middle she opened her legs for him. He crawled between her thighs, teasing her entrance with the tip of dick.

"Mmm look all that." he whispered to himself, her wetness spreading across his tip. "You know how long I've been waiting on this?" he asked pushing into her as she gasped out loud.

"Oh my-" he grabbed her by the cheeks making him look at her.

"You know how long I've been waiting on this?" he asked her again, pulling out then entering again as she moaned.

"N-no-"

"Since I met your pretty ass. Give up this pussy just...like...that." between each word, he fucked into her as she screamed. Covering her mouth with his hand, he smirked at her.

"You want everybody hearing how you giving this pussy up, huh?" she shook her head. "Alright, shut the fuck up." he said fucking her harder. Her eyes was half way open as she grabbed his wrist. She looked up at him with a surprise look on her face, his tip damn near beating her G-Spot.

"Look at the dumb look on your face. You didn't believe me when I told your ass you was playing with fire." he pulled his hands away. He grabbed the back of her knees pushing them to her chest, fucking her again.

"Daddy.." she gasped rubbing her clit as he leaned down kissing her.

"You look so pretty when you take this dick. Daddy loves making you look like this."

All this time he known this girl, she was never seen unkept. Not a hair out of place. The way she looked right now, he was happy he was the only one to be able to see her like this.

"Oh goodness, I think I'm gonna-" the splashing sounds that hit both her and his skin was heard between the two of them. The dangerous man didn't even stop fucking her, just kept it going.

"JADAKA!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. He sat back up, still fucking her, before flipping her on her stomach.

"Don't make me ask for it." Was all he said, and surprisingly enough, she knew. She arched her back, Erik smiling down at the sight.

"I think I know my favorite way to see you." he smacked her ass a good couple of times before forcing her on his dick. "Damn.. this pussy." he moaned out fucking her nice and slow. The mirror that was in front of the bed caught everything the thing two was doing. She looked inside the mirror at him as he continued to fuck her.

"Fuck daddy.." she whimpered as he continued to fuck her at the slow pace.

"I know... I feel that pussy tightening and getting wet on me. You like watching yourself get fucked don't you?" he asked her as she nodded.

"Come on, fuck this dick. Show daddy you deserve to get this dick when ever you want." Without changing a thing, she threw her ass back on him like her life depended on it.

"Mmm I love fucking this dick daddy." she whimpered out, the smacking sounds echoing in the room.

"That's right..." he groaned out smacking her ass cheeks a couple of time. "Show me how much of a slut you can be for daddy." he said watching her ass bounce on him.

He was caught by surprised by how much wetness and cream she was producing, she was most definitely turned on by the sight of him fucking her in the mirror.

"Kinky ass bitch." he told her, grabbing her locs, bringing her back to his chest. His face hovered hers, smiling in her face as he fucked her at a fast pace.

"Damn it daddy. Your beating up my pussy!" she gasped out.

"You mean I'm beating up MY pussy? Yeah I know. Shut up and take it bitch." he told her. Her hands grabbed the blankets below her as she bit her lip. He reached around with his other hand, rubbing at her clit as her mouth opened in shock. Erik took the opportunity to give her one last sloppy kiss before spitting in her mouth.

He knew she was a slut, but once she came again from the crude action, it confirmed it. He pulled out getting out of bed, before grabbing her by the ankles and lifting her up now that the bed was soaked. Turning her against the glass window, and facing her back, he lifted a leg up and inserted again.

"Fuck.. why are you fucking me like this?" she moaned out. It was a serious question. There was no reasonable answer on planet Earth why this man would be fucking her like this... or she thought.

"Walk around with a smart ass mouth all the fucking time, you just needed some good dick, right?" he taunted her as she nodded moaning. He smacked her cheek a little to let her know he wanted to hear words. "Mhm, speak when I'm talking to you. I know you got manners Princess Imani." he taunted her again.

"Yes!" she yelled.

"Noo say I needed some good dick."

"I just needed some good dick daddy!" she moaned out, with her hands on the window.

"Yeah.. and who's giving you this good dick?"

"F-Fuck you are!" she exclaimed as he smiled at her. He put his head in the crook of her neck before whispering.

"Ima nut." he pulled out, bending her over as he came all over her ass.

"Fuuuuuuck!" he groaned out. Breathing hard and heavy, he picked her up, taking him to his bathroom.

"Like I said I ain't done with yo ass yet. Take ya ass in the shower."

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