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[burthummels]

hi hello i have a question for u

bts wizard of oz au. i have almost everyone casted except for jikook bc i cant figure out which of them would be glinda and which would be the wicked witch of the west. do u have thoughts and/or feelings about that?

MD HIIIIII !!!!!!!

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO RESPOND I AM SIMPLY A CLOWN BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS EVEYR SINGLE DAY SINCE I GOT THIS ASK BC IM SO OBSESSED W THE BANGTAN X OZ AU I NEED TO KNOW WHO YOU CAST EVERYONE ELSE IS !!!!

after much excruciating thought i have to go the conclusion that jungkook is wicked witch of the west,,, as much as my boy is a little softy i think jimin is like the perfect glinda (esp blonde jimin) !!! here are the concepts for it that came to mg head when i asked !!

THIS jimin !!!! LIKE THE PINK AND THE BLONDE !!!! no i love blonde jimin so much and i think he just fits glinda soooo well on personality too like idk i think he has that charming sweet quality !!!

and this jungkook w this corset crop top moment is what i was imagining as the vibe for jungkook as wicked witch of the west !! jk in all black is always a serve and makes me a little insane but i also think he's kinda got that mischievous quality i think you would want in the wicked witch and i just think it's be such a vibe

thank you for this question i honestly loved thinking about it !!! and going a little insane over bangtan !! i'm so sorry it took so long but i loves answering it !!!!!

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Raiden x Reader x Fujin: Brothers Share (Lemon)

Time to continue from the lime I did while ago. We getting straight to it!

Warning: Threesome(?) They're taking turns idk if that counts since it's one at a time but regardless, SMUT ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Gods, s-slow down Fujin!" You could barely whimper from the amount of panting you were doing. Hell, it was getting hard to breathe at all. Fujin was fucking you a little too hard after all. Having you on your back and playing your flexibility so that your ankles were nearly over your head. All the easier for his cock to be angled correctly it punch straightly at your cervix, every hit making your vagina hug his length even tighter. As well as making you spill more.

"I'm sorry, love." Fujin quickly says. He does momentarily stop and press his forehead against yours. You could tell he was trying to be easy, but it doesn't last that long as he moans and goes back to thrusting hard into you.

You let him though. You knew he was just stressed. So supposedly letting him do this to you was the cure. Even if you most likely would split in two before Raiden has his go. You can see the other god sitting back on the couch, his large cock standing as he waits patiently for his turn. He does seem a little bitter he lost the brief argument of who got to take you first. It was a bit silly like normal boys arguing over a toy.

"And why should you go first, Fujin?"

"Because it was my idea to do this!"

Raiden only groans and steps back not wanting in on this petty argument.

Fingers gripping hard at the sheets, over stimulated tears ran down your face as you were about to cum again because of Fujin. "Fujin." You sniffled.

"I know. Just a little longer for me and I'll be done. Please." The handsome wind god spoke so caressingly for someone who was pounding your innards harshly. Slamming into you a couple more times, he buried himself balls deep into you before he finally cums. You tensed up at the throb inside you before you feel him release his semen into your womb. 

It was quite a lot. So much that when he pulled out, you leaked. The demigod wipes the pleasured tears from your face and kisses you sweetly. "I'm so sorry I was rough. I-"

"It's okay. I get it. It was fun." You immediately soothed him as he felt guilty, having your hand on the side of his face, thumb tracing his jawline softly. You both looked at each other with admiration.

"Done, Fujin?" Right. One more to go.

Fujin gets off you and sits to the side, looking at his brother in arms. "I am, Raiden." His eyes shifted to your recovering form and he was a little hesitant to leave. "I'll take my leave now. You two enjoy." He dresses back up before leaving. You got to smile kindly at him once more.

Now, you focused on Raiden as he steps to the bed. Gods, he is bigger than his brother. Both his height and his member only slightly. But could you even handle anymore rough sex? It took awhile for Fujin to cum. Is Raiden going to take longer?

"Y/n, do you want to rest?" Raiden asks. Raiden can be strict but he's still a good and fair man.

"N-No." You sat up, grunting a little as you were a bit sore. You grabbed your robe near the bed and put it on. "Just let me clean up a bit and I'll be ready for you."

Raiden nods and sits on the bed as you briefly walked out the room. Surprisingly, you weren't limping.

...

When you make your return to the room, you shook off your robe and stood before Lord Raiden.

"Are you sure you want to continue with this?" He ties his long white hair into a loose bun and asks for your confirmation once more. You nod, though you were a little anxious. Somehow, it's like he knew your thoughts. "I'm not going to be rough like my brother. You have my word."

He offers his hand, and you take it, the elder god consulter pulling you on his lap. Raiden doesn't want to be all over you like Fujin was, mindful of his size and the amount of energy you definitely lost after Fujin. You initiated the kiss. In some sort of perspective, you could tell he's shy. Large, awkward hands touching on your body but you irked him on by moaning softly.

Reaching down, you touched his cock and got it hardened and ready. Raiden is a busy man, so he forwards it and lifts you over himself before lowering you just on the tip to see how you'd feel. You went ahead and did the rest, moaning soft as you took in the rest of him until you were back sitting on his lap. 

Neither of you moved as you gasped a bit from your already aching walls being stretched again by something with a little more girth. "Fuck." You ended up whispering. Raiden lays back with his hands on your hips before slowly moving you up and down. You can adore his control of his strength, admittedly better than the other demigod, but you didn't know what's in Raiden's head.

By the Elder gods, he wanted to fuck you hard on his lap. Maybe harder than what Fujin did, but on the pure side of his mind, he will at least wait. Not until you had to open your mouth. "Stop holding back."

And within the next few moments, you two were off the bed. Raiden standing with you in his hold, thrusting up into you the same time he guides you down. You were back to the mess you were, getting very stimulated and out of breath. Only this time, you didn't even tell Raiden to slow down. You asked for it. 

"Quiet down." Raiden orders between his grunts. You try to. You really did try to. But with every feeling and thought of serving Raiden as a sex toy after his brother was making you lose it. It's likely he didn't even mean his command. Because how come when you moan loud you feel him twitch and thrust harder. The thunder god does like to be authoritative after all. 

Managing to wrap an arm around you and keep you held up to him, his free hand goes to his neck and he was starting to get more ruthless, his crotch slapping against you more and your insides getting more stuffed with his cock.

Maybe he is getting close to his orgasm. That's probably why his grip on your neck gets tighter along with more harsh thrusts. You made your wet cunt clench tighter around him, almost painfully but still felt overwhelmingly fantastic, so you could milk him. 

And finally, he does. Practically choking the hell out of you as he holds himself deep. He cums as much as Fujin does, so much overflowing inside you that it mixes with your own juice and spills out beneath you, onto his balls.

He catches himself strangling you and lets go of your throat, pulling out of you and laying you on the bed. You were definitely done for the night. 

Your vision was very blurred and you couldn't speak but you made out the door opening and closing. You thought Raiden had left so you let yourself pass out, not knowing he was only getting supplies to clean you up.

Knocked out until it was morning, you woke up, still sore. You winced to yourself as you sat up. You could've sworn you heard a flash and two people whispering something, and then another flash. Maybe just a dream. 

Looking to the side, you see a mug with a few treats sitting on the bedside dresser. Scooting to it you can see that the tea in the mug was freshly made and a little note beside the goodies.

"Thanks for spending time with us! ~Raiden + Fujin♡" ~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Possession

Irene (Red Velvet) x Male Reader

Length: 8348 words

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Jealously is a powerful thing, if it ever hold control of someone they will start doing unspeakable things to overcome it.

Of course, jealousy is a normal part of human life. It drives them to go beyond their limit and achieve something great.

Unfortunately, it's not always the case. Sometimes, jealousy will drive people mad, ruining their life, and the people around them.

You are witnessing this first hand.

The image of Irene's unbridled rage and her eyes that's filled with killing intent is causing you to stop breathing.

"Babeeee"

Her voice is no longer the cold and spine shivering voice. It's all filled with anger and murderous rage.

The reason for her anger? A phone number.

You and Irene is currently getting a coffee together, it's part of your, lunch dates that you had everyday with her.

Since Irene is a bit tired from a long photoshoot session she sat down at your table as you went to order a coffee for both of you.

Unfortunately, when you ordered the cashier to smile to you a bit too much, according to Irene's standard that is.

Her piercing gaze is threatening you, a threat you took seriously as you hurry up and order your coffee.

Once you got your order you quickly scurry away to sit in front of Irene.

Only for her to find, a phone number on your cup.

"Babe, I, I didn't do anything"

Dating her for two months you've seen this outburst from her multiple time already.

Today is exceptionally bad, due to her morning schedule she didn't get to cuddle with you and go to the gym with you.

This few hours of separation has made her anxious and paranoid due to the idea of you cheating on her.

An idea, that you have never, ever, even think about indulging.

"You, flirted with her, while I'm here. You're cheating on me right in front of my eyes?"

You were scared when she starts going like this. Now you still do, but there's a few things you can start do to in order to calm her down.

"Baby, you know I won't do that"

First, move next to her, wrap your long arms around her shoulder.

"Oh, is that so? Then what's this?"

As she grabbed the coffee cup you do the second move, caressing her arms.

"I don't know, I really don't. You said you can read my lips, don't tell me you didn't read what I said"

Third, kiss her temple.

"I see what she wanted to say, she wanted to know more about you, she wants you and you just nourish her curiosity and interest for you, while I'm here"

Fourth, use your free hand to grab hers and start to caress the back of her hand with your thumb.

"You know that's not true, come on, your boyfriend is there and you're busy checking out the waitress? Are you serious?"

Fifth, counter her jealousy by acting jealous yourself.

"You know that's not true"

Once she starts to pout then you can start pressing her down.

"Really? Because if you do see what I said then you will know I've oepnely said I'm here with MY girlfriend. But you didn't see it don't you? You're busy watching the waitress"

Press her down again until she start squirming in your embrace uncomfortably.

"You, I didn't see that"

Once she puts her head down, the bomb has been diffused.

"See, stop doing that, you know I don't like it when you're busy watching other people in our date as much as you don't like it when I talk to other people"

You, really don't care, but you find acting jealous like this always made her meek and quiet due the guilt she's feeling.

"I'm sorry"

Her shaky voice means she might start to cry soon.

"Stop it, now come on, tell me about your day"

Deciding to not let her cause a scene you pulled her head to your shoulder and start to play with her hairs.

"Hmmm, I hate it, I have to wake up so early to leave your cuddles. I want to stay in bed with you but nooooo, I have to go out in the wild to take some stupid pictures"

She pulled down your scarf and start sniffing on it, it's her way of unwinding.

"They told you to go out in this cold weather?"

To be honest, you've start to like her, more than you dare to admit. You're falling her, everyday a bit deeper than before.

"I know, I need to complain about this, I will not have our cuddling session be interrupted ever again"

Every morning, around 5-6 you will be woken up by her. She would start to move around and force you to cuddle her.

It's not that bad, she will play with your hair, sing some songs, tell you about her dreams.

You will be half asleep so all the things she did felt like a dream.

It's always the calmest part of the day.

Surprisingly, she doesn't care about the dreams of you cheating.

You would've think she will start to explode whe she had those dreams.

Yet the one time she does it she just start nibbling on your neck or chest or hands while asking you for words of reassurance that you won't leave her.

It's cute honestly, something about morning Irene is so needy and yet, very calm.

"What were you thinking?"

Irene bopped your nose because you were lost in thoughts.

"No, I was just thinking about our morning cuddle"

She smiled, well, you can't really see it because of her mask but her eyes told you she's smiling.

"Let's go home babe, I want to continue our cuddles"

"You know I can do that babe"

"Tchhh, just wait, once they approve of my request you will be able to do whatever you want"

Her request, is to be my personal mentor so that I don't have to come to the building everyday and just learn from her.

It was such an odd request that my own instructor actually pulled me to the side and asked me what I did.

You lied, well actually you stuttered so much that Irene managed to come in and take over the conversation herself.

The idea of you two dating has been rumoured between the people in the company. Of course, it's just a romour for now, beside nobody want to entertain the idea of you two actually dating because it sounds so outlandish.

"Babe, you know your boss would start asking questions if you keep pushing them for it"

"I know, it's okay baby, I got this handled"

You sighed and just relax on your seat, there's no point of discouraging her, she won't budge.

"When it went through you're moving with me okay?"

She rubbed her head to your neck while her hands hugged you.

"What's wrong with my place?"

"I don't live there, that's what's wrong"

"You might as well, half of the clothes there is yours. All the product in the bathroom is yours, you sleep there like everyday almost"

"Exactly, I might as well, so move in to my place. Yours is too small, and I want you to live like the king you are. Alongside your queen"

"Hey, I work hard for that place"

"I know baby, I know, and I'm proud of you, with all my heart I always does"

"Haaaaa, fine, but I want to have my oven there"

"Yesssss, I will install a few for you at my place, oh god I want to see you baked for us, while I'm watching you and clean the house. We will be like a married couple"

You bake, it's something you've learn from your mom. It started as a way to help her bake faster because you love her cookies and bread, now it's just something you do during your weekend.

"Yeah sure babe, whatever you want"

She looked at you with longing eyes, ready to pounce you at any moment.

"Don't kiss me you weirdo"

You flicked her forehead making her dig herself deeper into her hug.

"I love you, I love you so much"

She sobbed, she always does that when she get a little to emotional, which is easy when it involves you.

"I love you too babe"

The coffe break ends not long after that, she reluctantly drive you back to the company and let you go back to your training room. She has stopped escorting you, giving you less anxiety from getting found out.

The training proceed as usual. Being instructed by Irene you've grown exceptionally well in term of flexibility.

Of course this frustrate Irene at first, but after you promise her you will not stop working out with her she start seeing vocal about how proud she is with your growth.

"Listen up, your next test is in Friday. This time it would be an individual test. There will be a bunch of the company idols who would be there and watch you"

Immediately everyone went to panic mode. That includes you, for a totally different reason.

Fuck, is Irene gonna cause a scene? I need to talk to her, I need to fuck her too before the test to calm her down.

"This time, we will not be pushing you to perform a song. We need you to perform your best skill. Rapping or singing or dancing will suffice, pick one, report back to me and we will set it up. Good luck"

The trainee went to panic mode

"What are you performing blue?"

"A song"

"Yeah I know you will sing but what song"

"A song that I made"

"You made a song"

The others heard our conversation and immediately starts to pester me.

"Guys listen, yes I made a song, it was a while ago, I just think it would be a perfect song for me to perform"

"Shit, did you made it for your girlfriend"

Funny story actually, Irene loves to leaves hickey on you, it starts with somewhere hidden, your chest and shoulder. Slowly it moves, to your arm, forearm, neck, hands. It get found out eventually, the instructor said I can date someone, just have some decency.

"Yeah, I think, she will force me to sing it there, something about, showing her off"

Irene doesn't know about the song, you and to work extra hard to record it behind her back as a backup incase she grew mad.

"Oh shit, fuck I need to make a song by Friday"

"Yeah good luck dude, you had trouble remembering lyrics"

"Hey, fuck you at least I'm not tripping while moving to position in every choreography"

"Hey fuck you too-"

You used the chaos to slip away and went to Irene's office.

"Who is it?"

You hear her annoyed voice when you knock on her door.

"It's me"

Immediately you heard loud footsteps and the door opened showing her smile and excited face.

"I miss you"

You had lunch, and finished your coffe break around 1. It's only 4 now.

"I miss you too babe"

You ruffled her hair as she pulled you inside.

"You're early, you want to go home now?"

Well, it's kinda hard to do that when she's pinning you to the door.

"I can wait for you to finish your job"

She smiled before making out with you. Her hands reached inside your sweater and feel up your abs.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"Unnie, it's me"

I felt my heart stopped, Irene doesn't seems to be as panicked as me. She's more annoyed than anything for being interrupted.

"Sit at the couch"

You hurriedly move the couch, fixing your hair and sweater.

"Yes Seung?"

You see Irene opened the door and peek out.

"Unnie let's go to a dinner, some of my friend would be there, you'll love them"

Oh god she gonna set her up with someone else. Fuck please don't do that. Aghhh, why am I jealous. No, wait I'm not jealous, I'm just scared Irene will snap. Yeah, that's it.

A foolish denial.

"Sorry Seung, I had plans for tonight"

"Come on, it'll be fun, let's go"

You saw Wendy pushed through the door, opening it to find, you.

"H-h-h-hello sunbaenim"

You shyly nod.

"Oh my god, I knew it, you two are dating. I know those rumours must stem from somewhere"

Wendy immediately straddled towards you and sit next to you. Way too close for your comfort, or Irene's.

"I forgot your name, wait you're that blue guy right?"

"Y-y-y-yeah that's my nickname"

"Hohoho, so how long have you been dating? Wait, did you know unnie before you become a trainee?"

"That's enough Seung, he's not my boyfriend"

Unbeknownst to you and Wendy, Irene has slam the door closed and now is standing angrily beside Wendy.

"Really? You don't sounds convincing unnie"

She's right, Irene looked like she's ready to tear Wendy to pieces.

"It's true, now get out, we're having an important discussion"

Irene crossed her arms as her body is giving out sinister aura.

"Well, I'm sorry for interrupting here. So you're single then?"

Wendy turned to you making you panic even more. You tried to say something smart, but you can't say anything beyond some stuttering.

"Well that's good, you seems cute, you want to grab lunch sometimes?"

Wendy grabbed your hand and hold it making Irene even more angry, and you, more scared.

You wanted to say no, but it comes out as  a mixed of Japanese and Korean giberish.

"Come on, I'll treat you, in fact I will give you some vocal training as well, just for a lunch together"

Wendy ran her fingers through your chest making your heart stop. This is it, this is how you gonna die, some little flirty rascal gonna make your girlfriend explode.

"ENOUGH"

Irene roared, you are scared, Wendy is amused.

"Admit it"

"Yes, he's MY BOYFRIEND, now GET OFF him"

Wendy let you go before smiling to Irene. Irene is furious, you see a vein in her forehead, something you've only seen once before, when you two walked into your ex.

"Heheheh, you're so cute when you're mad unnie, right blue?"

Don't turn to me like that, fuck you're gonna kill me even harder.

"Enough get out"

Irene pulled Wendy by the alear and dragged her out.

"Awawawawawawaw, you have to tell me later unnie"

Wendy said before Irene slam the door on her face.

The room got quiet, you can hear your heartbeat, might be the last time you'll ever hear it again.

Then you heard the sounds of the door locking.

You held your breath as Irene stare you down. Her gaze is a laser vision that's melting you in your seat

"Baby"

You let out a small whimper as Irene start walking towards you. Herr steps is fast and loud, making your heartbeat raise as well.

"You have some nerve babe"

She grabbed you by the face before pushing you till you lay down on the couch.

"I didn't do anything"

You know she doesn't believe that.

"You let her grab you, feel your body up. You're MY BOYFRIEND, and this, this is all MINE"

She grabbed every part of you that Wendy touched earlier.

"Babe, I, I don't know what to say to her"

"Tell her no, punch her for touching you without your consent"

She roared again making some of her spit drip to your face.

"Unless..... You are consenting to it"

Her face contorted even deeper, you felt her fingers in your face become cold and chilly.

"Baby you know I don't"

"Then why did you let her"

"Because I thought she's your friends, I don't want to hurt your friends"

"You're my boyfriend that's more important than a friend"

Alright, step one, wrap your hand around her.

"You know I can't do that to her. Being a good boyfriend means respecting your girlfriend's friends"

Step two, caress her back.

"So you just gonna let her slobber all over you?"

Step three, kiss her cheek.

"No, I will tell her to back down, I was just thinking about something else"

Step four, caress her cheek.

"About what? Her perfume? Her soft hands? Her beauty? About cheating on me with her?"

Modified step five, attack her with a sudden outbursts of jealousy.

"About you saying I'm not your boyfriend, didn't she tried to hook you up with her friends? You didn't tell her you have a boyfriend already didn't you? You even denied me in front of her"

She was stunned.

"You know how painful it is? She's your friend, you said it before you love her and she has helped you through many painful times. You confide in her and yet you can't even admit to her about me? Why? Because you're ashamed? Of ME?"

Attack her again.

"You know that's not true"

She winced as her face showed her remorse.

"Is it? Does anyone know you're dating me. Wait no, does anybody knows you're dating anyone? That you're not available anymore?"

Her eyes turned glassy as guilt is filling her face.

"No right? Because you don't care, you..... You don't care about me"

You whispered the last part to home in the idea that you're hurt.

Tears immediately fell from her eyes.

"I care baby, I care about you I'm sorry, please I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry please I'm sorry babe"

She wailed as she hugged you again.

You felt glad, as if, you managed get something off your chest. You think it's just the crisis that you've averted, but no, it's something more than that. You're glad, because you managed to tell her what you've been feeling for awhile now.

I'm in love with her.

Alas you admit it, quite easy isn't it. You love her, despite her uncontrollable anger and possessiveness. Despite her stalker behaviour and immeasurable obsession with you. You love her.

As you were lost in your thoughts Irene continue bawling her eyes out in your embrace.

"Baby"

You sighed as you caressed her hair.

"I'm sorry babe, please don't hate me, please, please, please"

She raised her face that's messed by her tears, her eyes is red and her expression is, pitiful.

You did pick up on what she said, she doesn't want to hate you. It never occured to her you might leave her, or, maybe she have plans to make sure that didn't happen.

"Alright, I'll forgive you this once"

She cried again as she threw herself to you. Her lips crashed against yours before her wet cheeks touch yours.

Her tongue aggressively intrude your mouth and start to grab yours. You reciprocate and both of your tongue starts to have a little fight inside your mouth.

She tugged yours into her mouth before greedily bite and suck on it. You felt your tongue getting numb from her eagerness.

After your tongue she desperately move to your lips, biting it and pulling it before sucking it in.

Slowly you moved her hand to her shirt, unbuttoning it.

"Babyyyy~"

She moans as her hands start to play with your hair. She tried to grind you but her tight skirt is on her way so she pulled it up exposing her pale butt before she grinded on your thighs.

You unbuttoned her shirt and pull it apart exposing her white naked body. Your hand creep up to grab and massages her tits through her bra.

"I love you"

She moans again before she sit up. She throw away her shirt before unclasping her bra and skirt.

You pulled up your sweater making her eyes your naked upper half with lust and hunger.

She pulled down your pants exposing your half erect cock.

Without waiting any moment she stuffed her mouth with your cock.

Her tongue is rubbing all your weak spot as her lips is sucking in it greedily.

"Babeee"

You groaned and bucked your hips forward pushing your cock deeper into her throat.

"Keep going babe"

You grabbed her hair and start playing with it.

She let out a muffled mewl before she fucked her own throat with your cock.

For awhile you only hear her groans and moan before she finally get it out of her throat.

She climbed forward, pulling her panties to the side and aligning her wet entrance with your fairly lubed member.

Then, she plunged it deep into her.

"Aghhhhh, babe"

She moans as her back straightened up to a cowgirl position. You see the jolt of ecstasy coursing through her body.

You grabbed her hips as she started to move.

"I'm your girlfriend, I'm your girlfriend, fuck me like I'm yours. I'm yours and only yours babe, fuck me harder"

You giggled for a second, you're just laying down there as she move, what does she means fuck her harder.

You grabbed her breast. Your thumb rubbed her erect and sensitive nipples.

You love how expressive she is during sex. Her body always shivers and jerked as you find her weak points.

"You want to cum baby?"

You said seeing her cries getting louder and more needy.

"Please, let me cum baby"

You smiled.

"Well you can't"

She immediately let out a deep whine as she dropped and touch your abs for support.

You pick up her slack and start pounding her. She let our cries and monas as she bite your chest.

"Fuck you're such an irresistible demon"

You slapped her as making her body jerked forward.

"I want to cum babeeeee"

She whined.

"Hold it in babe, you know you can do it"

She can, but your ass slapping and cheek kisses doesn't make it easy for her.

"Fuck, I'm coming babe"

You felt your cock started to throb. She felt it too as her face start showing anticipation.

"I'm cumming"

Your groan blended with her cries and moans as you plunged deep inside her.

You felt your sperm shooting out to her as her juices started to drench your crotch.

"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, I love you babe"

As both of your orgasm pass she slumped down to your chest, drained.

"You should, clean your couch later"

You panted and laughed.

"No, I want your smell here too"

She smiled and start kissing you.

The make out session almost last as long as the sex.

"Fuck, I'm cold, let's get dressed babe"

You kissed her cheek, she nodded and get off you before you two get dressed.

"You want to go home?"

Irene fixed her hair before pushing you to her chair and sit on your lap.

"I'm sorry baby, I will tell everyone I'm in a relationship okay? Don't be mad at me please, I love you"

She gave you a cute pout, something that you can't ever say no to.

"Alright"

You played with her hairs as she dropped her head on your shoulder. Her finger draw around on your chest as her other hand is holding one of yours.

Time seems to pass slowly with her in your arms. Next thing you know it's already dark outside.

"I almost forgot why I'm here, the trainees will have a test this Friday and all the idols in SM is invited, that includes you right?"

She perked up with a smile.

"Yes, finally I can watch you"

She haven't checked the trainee out again after her first time with Seulgi and Wendy so she's been pestering for you to perform for her. Something you have swiftly evade for awhile.

"Don't expect too much babe, we get to do what we want so I'll be singing there"

One of your hand start to caress her smooth and soft thighs.

"Hmmmm, I want to hear you sing again"

You sang for her once, and she loved it. Although you're not really sure that's a good indicator since she loves everything you do.

"Yeah, then be ready for Friday"

She smiled happily and kissed you.

"Come on, let's go home"

Friday is coming rather quickly, you did managed to had a few rehearsals which boost your confidence.

"You're ready for to day baby?"

Irene woke you up from your daydream.

"Yeah, I'm ready for anything"

She smiled and kissed your cheek.

"I'll see you at lunch okay?"

You confidently walk to your training room. The schedule is, preparation till lunch, then lunch, then performance.

The others have some visible nervousness on their face and body language. You don't, you just get into a corner, put on your song and rehearse it quietly a few times before putting on your normal shuffle.

Before lunch your instructor came, he then put on a paper at the door.

"Listen up, this will be the test order, it will start at 1 so don't be late"

He then scurry off while the trainee crowded the paper.

"Fuck I'm first"

"Shit, why am I so early"

"Oh no, oh god I'm gonna be sick"

"Oh my god, I'm second to last"

Everyone immediately let out their panic and relief, you slowly walked to it and scanned for your name.

Last, dead last, you had to wait the other 29 trainee to finish their performance before you get to.

"Isn't this being divided bases on our performance? All vocal are last"

That's weird.

"Fuck, why did I choose rap"

"Why are we last?"

You asked, not sure to who.

"I think, since our company is very strict with vocals they put it last so more idols could be late and watch our performance"

"Shit, you might be right, they saved best for last"

"Best my ass, I'm gonna sing like a mule"

"They put blue dead last as the ending performance"

"Fuck, that means I'm first since I'm terrible"

You, don't think that's true. However it is true you're the best singer in the bunch. Everyone acknowledge that.

In fact one of the reason you still around despite your lackluster dance is because your vocal is too good to pass on.

"I'm, going out for lunch"

You sighed and walked away.

You find Irene already waiting for you by the elevator.

"Don't come here babe, what if people see you"

You said quietly, despite the empty place you don't want to take any risk.

"It's fine, let's go get lunch, I am hungry"

She grabbed your hand and drag you all the way to her car.

"I'm last"

She raised her eyebrow.

"I'm the last performance"

She smiled happily.

"They always save the best for last. The idols that attend would tend to come late so it's just tradition to let the best comes last"

They do think I'm the best, alright, no pressure at all.

"We're here, come on"

The lunch was fine, not much happens between the time you arrived this morning and the time you're having lunch so there's nothing to talk about.

"Noona I need my hand to eat"

"I can feed you, come on, say Ahhhhh"

You stare at the spoon she's holding to your face with a tired expression.

"Ahhhhh"

She happily feeds you and gave you some extra flavour with her kiss.

"So, what song are you performing?"

"It's called, 'Love me' by RealestK, you ever heard about it?"

"No, but I'll listen to it after this, it's a romantic songs right?"

"Yeah, I think, you would love it"

Her smile blinded you for a moment before you felt her lips crashing up against yours.

I should buy a lip moisturizer soon.

"Thanks babe, you know me so well"

Irene stayed quiet after that, happily cuddle and feed you for the rest of the lunch.

You did managed to ask her for no coffee break so you can prepare for the performance.

"Fine, but after you perform you're coming straight home with me"

Not like you have any other destination you want to go to.

Back in the practice room you can feel the anxiousness suffocate you the moment you walk in.

"Alright, we will be starting very shortly, don't be nervous, your senior will be nice"

You walk up to him to ask something.

"Sorry sir, can I excuse myself after the performance, I have a thing I need to attend to"

Usually they are pretty flexible with training time, especially when you're good enough to skip some and still perform well.

"Hmmm, if you have a flawless performance you can. If not then you will have to wait until I start giving comments out. You know how I go, the worst always gets the last comments"

You nodded happily and promise you will impress him, something that he said he'll look forward too.

You sit at the back leaning to the wall while closing your eyes.

Not long you heard a few footsteps walked in to the room.

There's like 8 different idols there watching you closely.

Irene, Wendy and Seulgi is here. There's Taeyong and Mark from NCT, Taeyeon, holy shit Kai from Exo. Then your eyes fell to the last two people, Karina from Aespa, and her member, Giselle, your ex.

You follows the other traine to bow and greet them. A little absent minded from seeing your ex.

She's here, the girl you tried to chase, the girl that made you apply and become a trainee here. She's here, yet, it, doesn't feel like you're happy.

Of course Irene is here and she's gonna flip out when she hears that Gisele is your ex. But it's not the fear of her anger, it's rather, the fear of ruining your surprise for her by ruining her mood.

Good god, you are in love with her.

You swallowed your worries for a second before watching your instructor give some greeting and called up the first trainee.

Relax, there's 29 trainee, each perform a full song, so add the preparation and comment it would take 5-10 minutes for each. It's 2 hour long, dear god, you felt your energy drained already.

It's fine, maybe Aeri will just leave, she's never the patient type.

You glance to the idols seating area, you find 3 sets of eyes watching you. One is Wendy, who's smiling mischievously, one is Irene, she looked like she's just observing you but dating her for awhile you know she's thirsting over you. Last is Aeri, she's, looking at you with sadness and pain.

You decided to look away, focusing on your friends performance.

The first few performance was, meh, you are never into rap so you're not sure how good their rap was.

The idols seems to be given a paper form that they used to write after each trainees performance.

You were really hoping after the first hour they will just start to leave. No, it's actually worst, more of the come. Chen and Baekhyun from Exo, alongside Taeyeon, holy shit the vocal overlord has come to watch you sing.

For the first time you felt nervousness creep up your back.

Your hand starts fidgeting with your clothes, your leg is jittery and your heart is all over the place.

Something Irene notices almost immediately.

She watched over you openly now, which take your attention.

Your gaze met, and just like the first time this happens, the world stop.

Through unknown means she sends encouragement through her eyes towards you.

For a second you felt your heart stopped again, before a new rush of foreign power encapsulate you.

You smiled, giving her reassurance that you're fine. She smiled back before watching the trainee performance once again.

Your turn is coming very slowly, you patiently waited for it.

Sometimes you glanced to the idols to find Irene watching you. Sometimes Wendy watches you before whispering something to Irene that prompted her to get slap. Sometimes Aeri also watch you, making you feel a little nervous that Irene might catch on.

Thankfully the dreaded wait end as you walk to the middle of the room, you felt more confident than ever.

"Uhmmm, hello, good evening sunbaenim. Today, I will be performing a song"

They all nodded while watching you with anticipation.

"This song, was made by me, for my, girlfriend"

A smile creept up to your face. Irene was stunned, you see Wendy was smiling proudly while giving you a thumbs up.

The other idols is intrigued seeing someone has made a song to perform in. Aeri is looking at you with complex emotions.

"Did you want us to review if it fits for your girlfriend?"

Seulgi asked making the others laughs.

"Oh no, she loves it already. She wants me to... Well, in her own words brag about her in front of my senior. Since I can't lie to her, I just agreed"

They laughed and excitedly put down any phone or the paper form they're holding to watch you.

"Alright, go ahead start"

With your instructor queue he started the song, and your voice blend with the instruments as you start singing.

*The song is Get You by Daniel Caesar, just omit Kali Uchis's part*

Everyone loves it, your trainee was stunned, your instructor is proud and the idols is vibing to it.

"Whooooooooooo, who would've thought I'll get youuuuuuu"

When the chorus hits the idols let out a cheer hyping you up.

For the duration of the song your eyes never leaves Irene except for some part where you close it to 'vibe' better with the song.

In this moment in time, the world doesn't matter for both of you, all you care about, is eachother.

The full room felt empty, other people seems to vanish as you continue singing for her.

"Whooooooooooo, who would've thought I'll get youuuuuuu, oh yeah, oh yeah babeeee"

The last chorus come to an end as the room went quiet.

The silent last approximately 0.0001 second before a loud cheer and claps boomed from all over the room.

Another smile creept up on you, you made it, you fucking made a room filled with successful idols impressed by your performance.

"Wooo, can I be your girlfriend?"

You heard Wendy screamed before she got slapped again by Irene.

"Well, I have no comment, your performance was well done. I have yet to find a problem with your singing and the sing itself was great. Does the guests have any comments?"

Your instructor gave you a thumbs up before looking at the guests juries.

"Nothing to say here"

"Yeah, good song, good voice, honestly good boyfriend"

"That's right, did you made the song all by yourself?"

Hearing Taeyeon asked you with intrigue you felt a blush creep up upon you.

"Uhhh, yes, I record all the instruments myself"

The idols all smile at you.

"Wow, that was a good song, maybe you can start making more. We've been needing a few more songs writers around"

You would love to, music is your passion, being an idol is just your silly childish move to return to your ex.

Now that you've seen her, you realised you've move on, and, maybe it's time to change your career path a little

"Thank you, I've been thinking about it"

The rest start giving you some compliment and cheers before your instructor sends you back to sit with your friends.

"Let's go blue"

Your friends immediately swarmed you and congratulate you.

As the idols leaves the room the trainees start to wait nervously for evaluation.

"First thing first, blue you were incredible out there, I have nothing to say"

The greatest form of evaluation, you've heard it like 3-4 times before during the 6 months of training you got here.

"Let's go blue"

"Make a song blue, I will pay you with spicy jokbal"

"Sorry guys, I have join the no comment club, so I'll be leaving"

You stood up with smile plastering all over you.

You slipped away and went outside, to find the elevator just closes leaving Irene there, waiting for you.

She saw you walk out and immediately ran to you.

"Babe"

You grunted as she jumped to you.

"You rascal, what a liar, you said you're gonna perform that Love Me song, I was loving that song and you just turn around and lied to me"

Her face is beaming with smiles. You're holding her by the but as she wrapped her leg around your stomach.

"I lied, are you gonna punish me babe"

You grinned, she laughed before cupping your face and kissing you.

"I love you"

She whispered.

"I love you too"

You whispered back.

She dropped off of you and grabbed your hand.

"Let's go home, I want to undress you and eat you whole"

You laughed seeing how impatient she become.

"Did you like the song babe?"

"I love it, I want a studio recording version and play it 24/7"

She can't help herself and kiss you again.

"I need some Chapstick"

You laughed.

"Come here"

She pulled one out of her bag and apply it to your lips. It was cute, except that you have to squat a little awkwardly since you're too tall for her.

"Perfect, I want your lips to stay as perfect as they are"

She grabbed your hand and nuzzle her head in your embrace as you wait for the elevator.

Somehow, someway, nobody saw you two being this lovey dovey all the way to her car.

Once inside she immediately drive you all the way, to her place.

"So, moving in"

You smiled as you walk with her to her apartment.

"I was thinking already babe, I don't want an apartment, we need a house. A big yet cozy house just for the two of us"

She bite your hand out of excitement.

"Hahahaha, I can't let you do that, I can't afford a house right now"

"Of course I'm gonna pay"

"Come on you know how I feel about that. Just be patient okay babe? Let my career took of a little. It's time for me to change my trajectory to a producer rather an idol. That way I can spend more time with you"

Her eyes is starstrucked, the love shaped iris is definitely real now. She starts running the hallway with you in her arms.

Once she get to her place you didn't have time to admire it before she hungrily kiss you.

"You want to ruin your couch again babe?"

She smiled and dragged you to the living room couch.

Pushing you to sit on it she stand in front of you while she seductively take off her clothes.

"Fuck you're so hot"

Your comment riled her even more, she took of her whole outfits before sitting on your lap fully naked.

"I want your cum to paint my inside babe"

"Heheheh, isn't that what we always do"

"I want it, in all three holes"

Your dick jumped up hearing her request. She smiled feeling your cock pushing on to her vagina.

She get off you and grabbed your cock through your loose sweat pants.

"So fucking needy"

She smiled proudly before kissing your tip. She kissed your shaft and all the way until she reached the base.

Then she bite your pants and pulled it down to expose your fully erect cock.

"Look at this thing babe, how come I haven't been torn apart"

She draw closer to your cock, letting it rest on her face.

The pure beautiful white face looks so hot with your cock covering half of it. Her breath send ticklish sensation through your cock.

"Are you gonna suck it?"

She smiled victoriously seeing you grow impatient.

Her small thick lips kissed the base of your cock and slowly kissed the bottom part of your cock all the way to the tip.

"Hmmmm, my favourite snack"

Seeing your leaking precum she used a finger to wipe it before sucking on that finger.

"Babe"

You groaned as more pre cum starts to leak. She smiled before she sticks out her tongue, gently licking your tip.

Slowly she bring your cock into her mouth. All the way to the base, you can feel her throat tightening around it as her tongue is licking around.

"So fucking unfair"

You groaned again.

Her eyes locked on to yours, filled with enthusiasm and pride before she slowly started to move.

It started slow, and sensual, then it become faster and faster, until she frantically fucked her own face on your cock.

"Aghhhh, I'm cumming"

You felt both of her hand grabbed your thighs as she plunged it down deep to her throat.

Then your sperm rush through your cock going immediately to her throat.

As your ejaculation end she slowly pulled out your wet cock and slobbers all over it.

"Second hole babe"

She stood in front of you, showing off her bright pink panties.

You grabbed her thighs making her shivers, your hand made its way to her panties before forcefully ripping it off.

"So impatient"

She giggled before pushing you to lean back on the couch.

Throwing herself into your lap she pulled your cock to align with her wet entrance before dropping down.

"So impatient"

You mock her, but all you hear in return is her moans and grunts.

"Play with my tits babe"

She begged, you grabbed both of her ass assisting her movement while your mouth went to bite and suck on her nipples.

"Aggghhhhh, fuck me"

You can feel her body pulsating as she's going through an orgasm.

"How rude, did I let you cum?"

You raised your head and bite her ear.

"Babeeeee, you're so mean, I've been holding it since you sing that song earlier"

"Well, you should keep waiting"

You take control of the pace by grabbing her waist and used her like an inanimate sexdoll.

"Fuck baby, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming"

You felt a sharp pain on your neck as she tried to stop her cries.

"So fucking desperate babe?"

You whispered in her ears.

"Ughhh"

She grunted before biting harder on your neck.

"Fuck, babe"

You grunted, she knows that's your weak spot, getting hickeys are very sexy for both you and her.

"I'm cumming"

You whimpered in her ears.

The second ejaculations is harder than the first one, you thrust into her so forcefully she almost got thrown off your lap.

As you both whine, moan and whimper in eachother ears your orgasm slowly passed, leaving nothing but your fatigue.

"Holy.... Shit...."

"Hehehehe, my last hole is waiting for you babe"

Your cock went hard again and all your fatigue went away as if it was nothing but a lie.

"Oooohhh, so hungry for it, bring me to the bed babe"

She wrapped her arms and leg around you as you carry her to her bedroom.

Once there you throw her to her king sized bed. She crawled to the bedside stand and pull out a bottle of lube.

"I've been waiting to give you this, I hope you like it"

Her insecure and shyness made you even more eager to take her anal virginity.

She squirted the lube all over your cock before giving it to you.

"Your turn babe"

She turned around giving you her ass in a doggystyle position.

You squirt it around the rim, before some to your hand.

"Let's warm it up a second babe"

Your finger teases her asshole making her body shiver in eagerness.

Then you push one finger in, then two, and three. She's done this before.

"So slutty, did you masturbate with your ass this whole time?"

You smacked her ass, the ripple from your palm travel all the way to her body that's quivering.

"I want to keep my virginity for someone special, for you. So I used my ass, to train it, also for you"

She moaned as your finger is playing around with her ass.

"Dirty little slut, then since you're ready, I'm going in"

You see her toe curls from the anticipation.

You align your cock to her asshole, the tip touches the entrance making her body shake from excitement.

Slowly you pushed it in, making her let out a scream.

"Godddd"

And goddamn you love making her scream.

"Slowly babe, you're too big, bigger than any of my toy"

You slow down your descent, watching her body language and adjust your speed accordingly.

Then, all of it went in, making her moans.

"Can I move babe?"

You licked her earlobe making her shivers.

"Slowly, please"

She sounds so vulnerable, after months of getting tormented by her you love being the one in power this time.

You slowly pulled back, then pushed it in, then pulled it back.

Slowly you start pounding her, she adapted to it quickly.

Then you start pounding her for real. Her ass ripples everytime you pressed up against it, her exposed back is so alluring that you decided to kissed it.

Then as your lips touch her spine you see her body shuddered.

A mischievous smile grow on your face. Using one finger you ran it along her spine.

The effect of your actions can be seen as the tremor was sent all over her body.

"You like this babe?"

She only whimpered and nod.

"God you're such a delicate girl, let me think you tonight"

You leaned forward and used your hand to support yourself before you start fucking her harder.

Giving a kiss to her male you find another sensitive point that sends her to overdrive.

At one point her hand lose its strength as her upper body slumped down to the bed.

Her hands lay lifelessly around her. Her tongue sticks out of her mouth as her eyes is staring off to the distance.

The look of pure ecstasy that she have pushed you over the edge as you plunged deep into her and spray all your white nectar all over her inside.

Slowly you pull out your cock. You saw her gaping asshole is slowly blinking at you as if it's asking for more.

"Tired babe?"

You fixed the hair that's covering her face.

"Give me a minute"

She panted, you drop beside her, pulling her to your embrace.

She nuzzle up closer, and that's how t.he rest of the night goes.

At least, that's what you think.

A few minute later you felt her hand gently stroking your cock.

"You want more?"

You can't help but laugh.

She looks at you with needy expression, biting her lip, fuck me eyes, you can't say no to her.

That night, you came inside her 6 times, 2 for each hole. She came, 12 times? You lost count after awhile.

Finally as the night draw closer you and Irene crawl to the bed, fully exhausted.

The bed was messy and wet from your sweat. You both grown accustomed to it and just snuggle together before pulling the bed cover over you.

"I love you babe"

"I love you too"

The next day you were woken up by her again. She is leaving some hickeys for your chest.

"Morning"

You grunted and while closing your eyes, you reached out to play around with her hair.

"Are you going to ask your instructor to change your job? I will love to work with you in the studio for hours"

She stopped bitting your chest and just rest her head on it.

"I don't think we will do much 'work' together you know"

"Hehehehe, yeah, but I want to spend my days with you"

You suddenly had flashes of Aeri in your mind, making you frown.

"What's with that look, were you thinking about another girl while being with me?"

You flinched, she's really good at this.

"You are"

You opened your eyes to see hers is filled with rage.

"I, don't want to ruin our night last night"

Step one, hug her.

"What are you talking about"

The coldness in her voice shows step one is not working.

"You remember about how I chase one of my ex here?"

Step two, caress her back.

"Did she contact you yesterday, before our romantic night?"

It's not working as well.

"Well, it's not that, she contacted me, I saw her yesterday, during the test"

As her face contorted you see her mind races trying to digest what you mean. You initiated step three by grabbing her hand and kissed it.

"She's there? She's one of my coworker?"

Not working again, you're in trouble.

"It's, Aeri-"

The sharp crisp sound of a slap echoed the room. As the echoes subsided you felt the pain coming in to your cheek. The pain is blaring in your mind, in contrast to the silence in the room.

"She was your ex and you didn't tell me?"

The silence was broken yet again by her thunderous scream.

"I'm sorry babe, I was just-"

The second slap was much more painful than the first one.

"That's why you want to be a producer. So you can meet me, and your ex, you want to cheat on me, you were, cheating on me"

The anger from her voice is gone only leaving only her paranoia and delusion.

"Of course not babe, I will be your personal producer"

Your word doesn't reach her as she was busy mumbling.

"Bab-"

Your voice was stuck in your throat, mostly because her hand has blocked it from coming out, along with the air from your lung.

"You are cheating on me"

Think fast, how do you diffuse this situation.

"I'm not, let me talk please"

Your words is nothing but a squeak as you're struggling for air.

"I'm not letting you cheat again, not now, not ever"

You tried to say something but the oxygen is ruining out.

"You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine"

The eyes filled with nothing but a void on an emotionless face was the last thing you see as her crazed lullaby rings in your ears before your consciousness slipped away.

[walkingstackofbooks]

After "meeting" Lisa Cusak, Julian finds he wants to get something off his chest that's been weighing him down for the longest of times. Unfortunately for Miles, it's two in the morning.

Hurt/comfort. CW: suicidal ideation.

--

They'd both been lying in silence for nearly an hour, but just as Miles was finally beginning to drop off to sleep, Julian's voice drifted up from the bottom bunk.

"Chief?"

Miles didn't bother to stifle his groan. "Yeah?"

"Do you—Do you ever think about dying?"

The unexpectedness of the question gave Miles pause, but after a second he scoffed, shaking his head. He was too tired for this.

"Go to sleep, Julian."

"But do you?

"'Course I do. We're in the middle of a bloody war."

Julian fell silent for a few seconds. Then Miles heard the sound of covers being pulled back and found himself looking into the anxious face of Julian Bashir.

"That's not quite—I meant, like... do you ever still have Agrathi thoughts about dying?" Julian asked quietly, eyes searching Miles' face, before darting down towards his feet.

"Bloody hell," grumbled Miles, sitting up and banging his head on the ceiling for his troubles. "It's two in the morning, Julian. What's brought this on?"

It was a stupid question, really. He knew the answer before the words had even left his mouth.

"I just... can't stop thinking about Captain Cusak, I guess," Julian says. "And some of the things she said. About talking to people, you know?"

"And you think I need to talk about this."

Julian shrugged. "I don't know. Do you?"

Taking a deep breath, Miles gave Julian the most reassuring smile he could muster - which was probably still more of a grimace - and shook his head. "I promise you, if I got that way again, I'd tell you, or Keiko: and she'd make me tell you. Go back to bed and stop worrying. I'm fine."

In all honesty, it was nice that Julian cared enough to ask - but it would be even nicer if it weren't in the middle of the freaking night, and so with that, Miles pulled up his blankets, rolled over, demonstrating to Julian what going to bed looked like. To his credit, Julian took the hint, and Miles soon heard the sounds of crumpling sheets and mattress creaks.

Peace returned, but that was far from enough to lull Miles back into even a comfortable doze. While he'd been quite honest in answering Julian's question, he couldn't help feeling like he'd missed something. The longer he lay there, the more uncomfortable he got with the silence below him.

By the time he'd figured out what it was, he was almost certain Julian must have fallen asleep - but that was no real deterrent.

"Do you?" he asked, into the darkness. The response came almost immediately.

"What?"

"Do you, you know... ever get those thoughts?"

"A bit." He could hear the hesitation in Julian's voice. "A lot, actually. Sometimes."

Miles' heart dropped. "For how long?"

"How long's a piece of string?"

"What's that meant to mean?"

When Julian didn't respond, Miles sat up again, intending to peer over the side of the bunk at his friend.

"What's that meant to mean?" he repeated, and - realising he was not nearly flexible enough to peer over the edge - swung his legs over the side of the bed and climbed down.

Julian was moving again, shuffling across, clearly making room for Miles to sit next to him. "Sorry, Chief," he said. "I didn't mean to worry you. I just... I was just thinking about it, that's all. Not—not that - about telling you, I mean."

"You're avoiding the question," Miles said gruffly, and Julian looked away.

"It means—It means I can't remember. Feelings... they're more difficult to pinpoint than events. I just don't know, Miles."

Miles frowned. "Not even an estimate? A few months? A year? Two?"

A bitter laugh escaped Julian, one that Miles really didn't like. "Try twenty," he replied, the number slipping off the tip of his tongue like it was nothing.

Twenty years was not nothing. Twenty years was a lifetime in an Argrathi prison. For Julian, twenty years was a lifetime. Period.

"Since you were a teenager?"

Julian shrugged. "Thereabouts."

Miles looked at him, really looked, at the well-worn lines creasing his friend's face, the ones he'd thought had only appeared with the onset of war. At his dark, sad eyes that Miles could remember being full of youth and hope and light. How could he reconcile that Julian with a teenager who—

Oh.

"The enhancements?"

His voice was quiet, as though that would make this conversation any easier on Julian.

"They didn't help."

"You... you didn't ever—"

"Do you really want to know?" Julian interrupted, his eyes hard and tired and wet with unspent tears. Miles was tired too; his heart was sore and his friend was far too complicated.

"Why start this if you don't want to tell me anything?" he asked.

"I have told you something!" Julian replied incredulously. "I'm just - I didn't expect you to make a whole conversation out of it!"

"Hah, as though you never made me talk after Argra—"

"That was different," Julian argued. "I was there, I saw you— I stopped you. This was years ago."

"So you did..."

Julian let out a long exhale, a sure sign that Miles had won the argument. If you could call it winning.

"Yeah," he said eventually. "Not immediately, but yes. With everything else that had been bubbling up over the years, when I found out what my parents had done..."

"Everything else?" Miles had thought that his voice couldn't get any softer, that his heart couldn't break any further. He'd been wrong.

Julian gave snort and a shake of his head. "We're not going there."

"Right."

Miles didn't know what else to say. What was there to say to that? A completely new history of Julian Bashir had been uncovered, one that Miles should surely have been able to discover before: if only he'd thought more deeply, asked more questions, been less afraid to entangle himself in awful, messy, emotional conversations like this...

"God, you were only fifteen—"

"Sixteen," Julian corrected, "by the time I actually tried—"

"Great. Sixteen," Miles repeated with a mirthless chuckle. "Because that makes it so much better."

Julian snorted, his face contorting into some strange sort of half-grin, and then he was laughing, and then he was crying, and Miles was holding him close, rocking him and soothing him and pretending not to be quietly terrified.

When Julian finally sat up, wiping his face roughly with his sleeve, they both looked away from each other, as though a lack of eye contact was enough to pretend that no emotional outburst had just happened.

"Seems to me," Miles said, standing up, "that you owe me a promise."

"Probably," yawned Julian, laying back down. Miles wasn't sure why he was bothering. Neither of them were going to get any sleep now.

But he guessed they had to try. "So do you?" he asked, as he clambered back into his own bed.

"I promise," came the quiet response. "I'll tell you, or Jadzia, or the captain, if—if... You know."

"Yeah. I know."

The room was silent once more, but only for a few minutes.

"Miles?"

Miles hated the way his heart started to jackhammer as soon as he heard Julian.

"Mmm?"

"Captain Cusak was right, wasn't she. It is good to talk."

"I'm not sure she meant we should substitute it for sleeping."

"I'm glad we did, though. I feel better now. Lighter."

I don't, thought Miles, but he couldn't say that. Julian's confession was a burden he'd gladly carry if it gave his friend even an ounce of peace.

"That's good," he said instead.

"I'd do the same for you, you know. Listen, I mean. If you want to—"

"I know."

"I know you don't like talking but—"

"Julian," Miles groaned. "I love you, but there's a time and a place and we both need to get some bloody sleep before it becomes morning again."

For a minute, Miles thought it had worked.

"Miles?"

Maybe if he stayed quiet, Julian would think he'd fallen asleep.

"Chief?"

Although, knowing Julian, he could probably tell if he was faking from hearing his ruddy heartbeat or something.

"Miles," Julian hissed. "What did that mean, 'you love me'?"

Well that settled it. Heartbeat or no, Julian would definitely not be getting any more responses from him.

"Miles?"

The bunk shook slightly, but thankfully it seemed Julian wasn't getting out again, only turning over and settling down. Miles dared to start counting sheep again.

"Don't worry, Chief," came the quietest of whispers. "I know you meant it."

[citruswriter]

Scenting

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Aggressive fluff, Reader is a cat neko, cranky Reader lol, sexual insinuations at the very end.

A/N: So an episode of my bayverse TMNT boyfriend scenario has a moment where Reader shows love in character with their animal traits. Raph's Reader is a cat and Reader scents him. Wellllllllllll, yea I think you can see where I'm going with this except now I'm subjecting ROTTMNT Donnie to this torture.

He had been gone for six days. Six days! Something about some mission that took longer than expected. Of course as soon as the boys had made it home and had enough time to decompress, you had been notified. You were so excited to see your boyfriend again. You loved him so much but as soon as you had approached him, you had noticed something wrong with him. At first you couldn't quite pin point what it was, and then it hit you... your scent! It was all gone!

"Donatello..." You said in a dangerously low tone and your poor boyfriend looked over at you nervously, giving an anxious smile and chuckling softly. "Yes dearest?" He questioned softly and a low growl erupted from your throat, you yanked his chair back and crawled into his lap before you started aggressively nuzzling into him. "Work so hard... now it's all gone... ungrateful brat... ruining all my hard work..." You didn't exactly answer him as you just continued to aggressively nuzzle into you and rub your tail and hands on him.

Donnie sat underneath you, stiff as ever. "C-Can I ask what you're doing, dove?" He asked anxiously as you began to rub your hands over his plastron. A growl erupted from your throat, tail lashing behind you as you narrowed your eyes down at him. "Guess". Was all you said before wrapping your very angry tail around his arm. Poor Donnie just sat there, bouncing the knowledge in his head around, trying to think why you were rubbing so aggressively up on him. And then it hit him.

"Are you- are you scenting me?" He asked finally, moving his head to look at you and you pulled back, huffing. "No. I'm re-scenting you because somebody decided to go on an almost week long mission and now all my hard work is ruined and I need to start all over!" You said with an exasperated wail. "Now stop moving Donatello or so help me-" you hissed out. He knew you wouldn't hurt him, not intentionally. But that didn't mean he was going to disobey you right now either.

He just sat there, half way amused and half way terrified as you aggressively scented him. Slowly, the touches got softer. More gentle. Your bonking turned into nudging and your rubs into nuzzles. Eventually you sat back, looking him over as your nose twitched before giving a gentle nod and a smile. "All done!" You said, obviously proud of your work. Donnie just chuckled and you gave a shy smile. "Sorry if I scared or overwhelmed you. I can't always help my uh... instincts". You said, nervously wringing your fingers.

But your ever so understanding boyfriend just shook his head, waving his hand in a dismissive way before gently wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in to nuzzle your neck. "It's fine, dearest. Just maybe don't give me a heart attack next time." He teased softly before pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder. You giggled softly, squirming under his feather light kisses. "I didn't mean to, I promise." Was all you said back.

Donnie just hummed, opening his mouth to lightly nibble on your neck before looking up at you mischievously. "I think it's my turn to mark you back". He said and before you could question him, his teeth clamped down on your neck, drawing a whine from you.

Good thing for his brothers, his lab is soundproofed. So they didn't hear any of the noises you let out as Donnie marked you back.

[sidthedollface2]

A Crown fit for a God

(Part 2)

(Part 1 here)

Pairing: Azriel x Fem Reader

Summary: An enemy threatens Velaris leaving Azriel to choose between his found family and a long lost friend. Can he juggle the two or will he fall for the enemy?

Ch Summary: After you threaten Velaris with war. Azriel is tasked to find you and bring you to the prison above the mountain. He shadows have other plans when they confront you.

word count: 2.6k

Series warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, hurt/comfort,light smut, war, including injuries, fighting, sign language, no use of y/n, nicknames, magic, greek mythology, pining, jealousy, azriel with other women (sorry), reader with another man (get it friend ; )

A/n: I hope this Ch sheds a little light as to what reader is and about her powers. I'm a daydreamer not a writer so if you see any mistakes that's how I dreamt it. Lol

In the beginning there was Khaos. The first God in existence to precede creation. Khaos filled the space between, invoking darkness and shadow. Unable to witness her work, her intense desire to see flickered before her. Discovering her own spark, she flew towards it, the force of her wings igniting, leaving a trail of stardust; giving birth to the vast universe. From her own will khaos had created the primordial deities that would reign over the elements of the universe. And thus terra, sky, darkness, light, night and day were created.  

 From the very desires of the first primordial gods, Demi Gods emerged, living among mortals and immortals. Soon enough these half gods no longer wanted the responsibility of mortals. Thanatos and his sisters, the Gods of Death grew tired of being witness to so much violence and bloodshed. Leaving their duties caused a riot. No other God would carry the burden of their responsibilities on top of their own. Those loyal to the Divine fought in the war of Gods, neither side backing down regardless of how much blood had been spilled. Khaos wept as she witnessed her slain children. Fighting against her kin, tears streamed down her face as she slaughtered her very own. Devastated, she fell to her knees in defeat, between her sobs she whispered in the ancient tongue, “I bind myself to the darkness of death, overpowering my light within so long as my spark prevails through the moonless journey.” All fighting ceased as every God witnessed khaos, bringer of life, descend to the lands in the form of a falling star. The fates of two entwined. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The house of wind was anxious, each door closed with a slam, rattling the photos that hung along the walls. The foundation, made from the mountain rock, shook and with it pieces of rubble and dust would float to the floors. Often the roaring would come back, leaving its inhabitants wide eyed and on edge. 

every member of the inner circle sat in Rhys office. The air thick with tension as Azriel explained his actions, why he blocked Cassian from hurting you, why he needed to be the one to search for you. Many questions left unanswered. How did you find Velaris? And what kind of ancient magic would allow you to pass through his wards so easily?

“Rhys, I know her! We were childhood friends!” Azriel pleads, “let me find her.” 

Elain’s eyes darted to Azriel, questioning his reason for his blatant lies. She knew he saw you once and never again. Yet she remained silent, a question for another day. 

Rhys sighed, leaning back in his chair. All eyes were on him as he stared at the map of Prythian that lay across his desk. He took a sip of his whiskey, considering his next move. One by one he informed them of their duties, sending every member away as soon as they received their mission.

Cassian was sent to Windhaven to ready the warriors and ensure their weapons were up to par for battle. Amren and Nesta were to stay in Velaris to survey and defend the city in case you returned. Mor was to revisit the courts that had scorched farmlands and buildings, to see if there were any more details that they overlooked. Elain wished to stay in Velaris and investigate the reason the house was slowly deteriorating. Rhys agreed. Finally he ordered Feyre to accompany Azriel in his search for you. 

Azriel ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, “No Rhys it has to be me alone. You can trust me.”

“After what I saw today, I’m not so sure where your mind is. I trust that you ‘ll do the right thing, but I don't agree with your current judgment so I’m sending Feyre with you.” 

Azriels shoulders slumped as he nodded in defeat. Feyre placed a gentle hand on his back, attempting to soothe his disappointment.

~~~~~~~~~~

Feyre walked Azriel back to his room but before he entered she grabbed his arm moving him to face her. “ I have a friend I need to visit and he doesn't like when others tag along,” she whispered, hoping no one else would hear her. Azriel narrowed his eyes. “ So I hope you understand that I won't be joining you on your mission,” she winked, releasing her hold on him. Azriel just smirked, mouthing her a ‘thank you.’

Back in his room, Azriel cleared his desk of all the healer books he had meticulously studied.  All these years he’d been searching for a healer when in fact you were a God, at least according to Amren. He spent hours searching Death Gods and tracing back their lineage and none had the powers you possessed, the power in which made him search for you. The power to heal. “You've been at it for hours, come to bed honey,” Elains sweet voice brought him out of his thoughts. “None of this makes sense,” he said mostly to himself as he shook his head, ignoring Elains request.

She stood behind him, gently kneading his tense shoulders with her slim fingers. His back tensed at her touch, purely focused on his work. Determined to get him to bed, Elain rested her chin on his shoulder, angling her head towards his ear as she whispered seductively her desires. His eyes fluttered closed in frustration, as she placed wet kisses to the curve of his neck, humming at the taste of him. “Not tonight.” Coldly he shrugged her off, hating the pain she held in her eyes. Without a word Elain stepped away, leaving Azriel to drown in his work, drown in his thoughts of you. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“And then I pushed through, you should have seen their faces,” you chuckled, recounting the events from Velaris to your dearest friend.  “No matter the job you always try to make it fun.” He replied, petting the hen that sat in his lap; a gift you had brought him for the delicious tea leaves he had acquired. 

You smile, enjoying his company that you often missed. Out of the corner of your eye, a wisp of shadow scurries into the darkness of the night, earning your full undivided attention. Nothing but silence is heard. “What was that?” you ask, turning back to the Suriel. “An invisible thread that weaves and winds, binding hearts two of a kind.” you gape at him, blinking your eyes rapidly, “I don't even want to know.” A chuckle rattles in his throat, “go before he finds you.” Without another word shimmer and darkness envelope you, winnowing you far from the Night Court.

Azriels shadows darted through the low grounds of the woods, swerving through a dense thicket of birch trees and rock formations, scouring each bush and body of water in search of you. Once they spotted you, they quickly returned to their master, curling around his ear ,whispering ‘Suriel.’  

Just as you winnowed away a blade launched itself toward the Suriel; flying through the air from a shroud of darkness, pinning his cloak to a tree. “Where is she?” he asks, tone impatient and demanding.

“Here, there, everywhere.”

Azriel pinches the space between his brows in annoyance. Shaking his head he asks another question, hoping for a straight answer.

“How do I find her?” 

“Evoke emotions without a single touch, no wings yet able to fly. To catch this God let her hear the cords of the night.” 

“I don’t…..these riddles. I don't understand.” Azriel paced in front of the Suriel, wracking his brain for any clues. 

“The touch of a memory will carry her to you.”

“Stop with the riddles!” Azriel fumed, teeth clenched tight as he stared the Suriel down. 

“Are you not a shadowsinger?” he replied, pulling out the blade that held his cloak to the tree. “I've answered your questions, whether you can decipher the meaning is no business of mine.” Finished with Azriels questioning, the Suriel made his way through the woods, hen in hand for a fresh slaughter. 

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It had taken Azriel a few days to figure out the riddle. Repeating the words over and over, analyzing each term and its meaning. The line ‘hear the cords of the night’ was what led him to realize it was a song, but what song was what stumped him. He felt like a fool singing his favorite songs in the middle of the forest, belting it out with his whole chest.

He sang songs that made him teary eyed and even sang songs in the ancient tongue, but none of those had lured you to him. The Suriel mentioned ‘the touch of a memory,’  “oh Gods, I’m an idiot,” he said to himself. He only had one encounter with you, so it was easy to remember the events of that night, all these years he could never forget. He would never forget the song, the song he thinks is about you. His mother sang this song to him as a child and he wonders if she knew the dark power you possessed, was she singing to a God in hopes to answer her prayers, to lift her from the chains that held her down. 

The house of wind kindly provided warm tea and honey. It's eagerness to assist him piqued his curiosity. He would ask Elain about her findings another day. Soothing his vocal cords, a plan was formed to capture you and send you to the prison on top of the mountain.

You're the chaos of the night, 

A little girl lost in the woods

You're a folktale, the unexplainable

You're a bedtime story

The one that keeps the curtains closed

And I hope you're waiting for me

'Cause I can't make it on my own

I can't make it on my own. 

Azriel sang the words from his childhood, voice harmonious with a smooth baritone that held the memories from the past. He sang from the depths of his heart in hopes that the meaning behind his words would grace your ears and become a light in the dark. Guiding you towards his waiting arms.

Weathered leaves crunch under the weight of your relaxed body, grass floor cold and damp from the night. But the view of the stars in the Night Court were your favorite, they called to you as if saying 'stay.' Stars glitter like rare diamonds, and the crescent moon smiled brighter than the sun. The evening scent of mist and night felt familiar in the way that reminded you of home. It had been so long since you’ve been home, the thought of never returning grew closer and closer.

The midnight breeze caresses your skin, its gentle touch has your eyes closing, focusing on  the chirping of crickets and running water. A mellow voice sings the harmonious music of the night, its soft whisper tickles your ear like a past lover, luring you to follow the rich sound.

I hope you're waiting for me

Across your carpet of stars

You're the chaos of the night,

You're everything that we can't see

Chaos, you're the possibility.

Azriel ceases to sing once he spots you round a thick tree, his shadows excitedly rush towards you and Azriel curses under his breath at their eagerness. He observes as they affectionately coil around your neck, fluffing about in your hair before they trail down your arms. You giggle at their curiosity as they loop around your fingers, “you wanna play?” you ask, as you slowly move your fingers in awe at their closeness. They playfully bounce from one hand to the other, and you take that as a yes. Azriel is dumbfounded as he admires his shadows from afar. He has his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against a tree, his gaze slowly trails up the delicious curves of your body and he imagines what it would be like to lay with a God. He sees you smile and nod at whatever they’ve whispered in your ear and he fears you both are up to no good. As the shadows dance in a circle just a few feet in front of you, they rapidly circle around and around creating a whirlwind of darkness. Cautiously you near the edge of their tornado and zap one of the shadows, creating an orb of light within the vortex. You're mesmerized by the display in front of you. Your power bounces off the shadowed wisps like an elegant dance, the wisps gently stroke the flame of your power, careful to not get scorched.

With the blink of your eye the orb bursts, spraying the ground and trees with thousands of specs of glittering starlight. Azriel feels a jolt of electricity zip up his body, shaking him so hard he loses balance off the tree, quickly righting himself before you notice. His effort is too late, you've already spotted him.

“You're not a stalker are you?” you ask, voice playful and curious as you near him.

If you only knew, Azriel thinks with a smirk.

“No, but I can be. Nice party trick by the way.” Azriel pushes off the tree to meet you. The first thing you notice is his eyes, hazel and dreamy framed by long thick lashes. His nose is straight and a little too perfect for a warrior, you wonder if he’s ever been punched in the face before, or maybe he's just that good at fighting. His high cheekbones and strong jaw remind you of the many demi gods that have been sculpted throughout the years. You eye him up and down, taking in his stature and broad shoulders. He’s a little too handsome and in your experience these types of males are conceited snobs who only enjoy their own reflection and company. Meanwhile Azriel does the same, completely entranced by the sway of your hips and how your hair flows over the swell of your breasts. 

“They seemed friendly.” you respond, tipping your head to the shadows that have swirled around the both of you, appearing to close the distance between you.

Azriel shakes his head, “I meant in Velaris. You threaten my home, my friends and my High Lord and expect to get away with it? How did you get past the wards? And how did you find Velaris?” 

Before you could respond the ground shakes as a blast erupts creating a cloud of dust and forest debris. Instinctually Azriel pulls your body flush to his, shielding you from injury. Dark membranous wings curl around your body, cocooning you safely in his arms. Your hands find the planes of his toned chest as you peer up at him through your full lashes. You know what the blast was but the feeling of his body pressed against yours had your knees weak, and you couldn't break away. 

Azriels heart is ramming against his chest at the proximity, his gaze is locked on your brilliant eyes as he dares to cup the side of your cheek. Angling your face to meet his, your exposed collarbone catches his attention when a bargain tattoo vanishes before his eyes; breaking the trance you had him in.

“What did you bargain?” he urges, hands now tightly gripping your upper arms.

“Your worst nightmare.”

Azriel staggered back, paling in horror as he registered your words.

Only one creature carried that name.

Bryaxis.

Part 3

Taglist: @blackgirlmagicforever @going-through-shit

[lucy90712]

Road to recovery- part 2

masterlist Lola's POV

It's been a long week waiting for my surgery as I haven't been able to do much as they don't want me to cause more damage by walking around too much. As someone who is always active and barely sits down this week has been hell but today has been the worst. Knowing that it is surgery day but having to wait sat in a hospital has been torture seeing everyone else get called while I just sit and wait has been awful. Until today I wasn't nervous about the surgery but the longer I've had to wait the more anxious I've become as there's a big risk I means the surgery could not go to plan and then I may never compete again and that's a scary thought. My life has been dedicated to sport even my degree is sport related as I wanted to have the knowledge that helps me understand my body better so if I can't do gymnastics again I don't know what I'll do with my life. 

Eventually I was called back and the nurses prepped me for surgery. I was given a gown to wear which they had to help me into as I can't put any weight on my left leg which makes changing difficult. They did some basic checks as well like measuring my heart rate and blood pressure before hooking me up to a few machines. Then it was time to go into the operating room which just felt so cold and clinical which I know it's supposed to be but it didn't help ease my feelings of anxiety that I was already feeling. Luckily someone then came in to give me the anaesthetic to put me to sleep which worked very quickly so before I knew it I was falling asleep. 

As my eyes opened and adjusted to the lights I noticed that they weren't as harsh as the ones in the operating room and the ceiling was different too. My brain was still slightly foggy but as I was coming to my senses I realised that I must be out of surgery which woke me up a little more and I finally looked down at my leg to see bandages where they had cut into my knee and a brace was already attached to my leg to limit its movement. Just as I was about to find the button to call a nurse one walked in and offered me a smile once she saw I was awake.

"How are you feeling Lola?" She asked 

"I'm ok did the surgery go well?" I asked 

"Yes it did we were able to repair your acl and the damage to your meniscus wasn't as bad as we feared so you didn't require any further work to fix that we are going to keep you over night just to monitor you and to start physio tomorrow morning" she explained 

"Thank you" I replied 

"Also I'm sorry that you are having to share this room but we are low on rooms and you two have the exact same injury so we thought it was best to put you together" she said

I was extremely confused until I looked to my right and saw a guy who looked weirdly familiar sat on his phone also with a brace on just his was on his right leg instead. I don't know how I didn't notice before as our beds are quite close together but I guess thats what anaesthesia does to you. Once the nurse left I turned my attention back to this random guy as I was curious as to who he was but he was yet to acknowledge my existence as he hadn't looked up from his phone. Seeing as he wasn't paying any attention I took my chance to study his face to see if I could work out where I recognised him from. I noticed that he looked to be about my age the the muscles in his arms told me that he was definitely an athlete too which only made me more curious. In my head I was trying to go through the sports where acl injures are common and the first sport that came to mind was football. With him looking my age and us being in Barcelona I assumed he was part of one of the youth teams but then I wondered why I recognised him as I'm really not that into football so I'd have no idea about any youth players. 

"Do you need something?" The guy asked coldly which made me realise I was still staring 

"Oh sorry I didn't mean to stare" I said

"Whatever" he scoffed going back to his phone again 

"Wait I um have to ask how did you end up here?" I asked 

"I was playing football and landed awkwardly on my knee" he explained 

"I'm sorry that sounds awful I hope this doesn't seem weird but I'm really not that into football but I recognise you from somewhere do you play for one of the Barcelona youth teams Barcelona atletic isn't it?" I asked 

"No I don't play for the B team I play for the first team" he said so nonchalantly like it meant nothing 

He had rendered me speechless with that. I simply couldn't think of anything else to say as my brain was preoccupied with freaking out over the fact that I was laying in a hospital bed in the same room as a Barcelona player. Football isn't my thing but that being said I know how hard those guys work and how crazy it is to find yourself in the situation I am right now. Once my brain had come to terms with the fact that I was next to an actual well known athlete I realised I still wasn't completely sure who he was so I found my phone amongst all my stuff and went straight to Instagram. I went onto Barcelona's account and the first thing I saw was a post with the guy sat right next to me. Gavi. That's who he is the big star boy of the team that's why I recognised him there was a time when he was all anyone talked about whether that was because of his footballing abilities or how attractive they thought he was. Of course I had to look at his Instagram and after scrolling through a few pictures I decided to follow him. It's not like I'm ever going to see him again after we leave this hospital plus he won't even notice he already has millions of followers. 

What a day. No one is going to believe me when I try and tell them that I spent my time in hospital with Gavi and honestly I wouldn't believe me either but here we are. Good thing he doesn't seem to want to talk to anyone as I don't know if I could hold a conversation with him for more than a few seconds now I know who he is. 

[noellawrites]

Nose Candy - Yandere!Nick Amaro x reader

summary: you and Nick do drugs together, but nothing ever goes as planned.

warnings: drug usage (cocaine), yelling, physical abuse

After a long day at work, you and Nick were back in your shared apartment.

“You talked to Liv about taking the Sergeant’s exam, right? I think you have a good shot at—“ you began, but Nick cut you off.

“Yeah, I talked to her. Tucker told her they’d never promote me. I got nothing goin’ for me, (y/n),” he sighed.

You narrowed your eyes and shook your head.

“I’m sorry, babe. Is there anything I can do?” you offered, walking over to where your husband stood.

You ran your hand up and down his arm in an attempt to comfort him.

“You, uh, you got any snow?” Nick asked, smiling at you as he loosened his tie.

“Nick, are you sure?” you asked, biting the inside of your lip.

“Of course I’m sure, baby. Zara won’t be here to visit until next week. Let’s do it together, c’mon!” he urged, putting his hands out and bringing you into a hug.

“Okay, let me go and get it.”

You grabbed your small tin box from inside your underwear drawer. You always kept it hidden just in case Zara was over to visit Nick. You shut your drawer and went back into the living room.

You sat down on the couch next to Nick, hands trembling as you opened the tin.

You passed the razor blade and the small baggie of powder to Nick, who had a small mirror sitting on the table in front of him.

You rolled up the dollar bill and watched him cut the cocaine into a few thin lines.

Deep down, you knew how toxic this relationship was. You and Nick both had addictive personalities and a hard time saying no to anything when you were together.

You handed Nick the rolled-up bill and watched as he bent his head down to the mirror.

When it was your turn, Nick moved the mirror toward you and you bent down, using the dollar to snort the powder right up your nostril.

You cringed in pain as you felt your throat burning. It was only temporary, and Nick was rubbing your back gently as you began to feel the drug kicking in.

You moved so your head rested in Nick’s lap and your legs rested on the couch. Nick smiled down at you as he played with your hair.

“I feel sick,” you mumbled as the contents of your stomach groaned and made noise. You wriggled around to find a position of comfort.

“Get up, baby! We should have sex!” Nick laughed, moving you off of his lap and jumping up.

"C'mon, it'll be so much fun like this," he urged, grabbing your hands and attempting to yank you up.

"Nick, stop it, not right now," you groaned. A shiver ran up your spine, which made you feel anxious and jittery.

"You never want to fuck me, baby. Why is that? Am I just too ugly for you, after all the times I've been shot and punched and injured? Do I repulse you? Huh?" Nick yelled. He grabbed your arms and pulled hard, causing you to tumble off the couch with a groan.

"Get up! We're not done here!" he pointed at your trembling figure and snarled.

You shook your head. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes and you attempted to take a deep breath when Nick grabbed your neck, cutting off your air supply and forcing you into a standing position.

He stared at you in horror, letting go and allowing you to cough and sputter in an attempt to get more oxygen. He took a step toward you and you stepped back, shaking. You were terrified.

"I-I'm so sorry baby, I didn't—oh no," Nick gasped, staring down at his own hands in disbelief. Your neck now sported a red handprint, courtesy of him.

You watched as Nick's lips curled into a sob. A tear rolled down his cheek and he screwed his eyes shut, no longer able to look at you or his hands.

"Nick, it's okay. I'm not hurt, I promise," you assured your husband, gently putting your arm on his back and guiding him to the couch.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I never meant to— I don't want to be like my father. I'll never do it again, I promise," he vowed, looking deep into your eyes and taking your hands gently in his.

You wanted so badly to believe him, but you weren't sure just yet.

[mageofseven]

Nesting with Birdie: A BarbMams Love Story

Chapter 12

Taglist: @astroseuss @zarakem @fcxyviixen @brielle043

TW: I describe a real life pregnancy complication. This could be a bit too 'real' for some people so I'm giving a heads up.

Mammon woke up later in their and Barbatos' room in the castle.

Seriously, this wing of the castle should just be known as the hospital wing at this point. Give it time and maybe it will be.

The pregnant demon's vision filled in as the sleepy fog left their mind and they began to notice Barbatos was in a chair by the bed and laid forward, head against the blankets and his hand over Mammon's.

Dude, Barb was gonna back problems, if he didn't already.

The greed demon stared guilty at their boyfriend. They did it again, didn't they? They worried Barb yet again...

Mammon started tearing up.

"Birdie, none of that."

Barb was now gazing up at them from the blankets. Mams quickly started wiping any fallen tears with their sleeve.

The butler rose up and grabbed their wrist, only to take his other hand and gently stroked the tears from their cheeks before giving his partner a slow, sweet kiss.

Mammon turned away, unable to look his boyfriend in the eyes.

"Look...I'm sorry." He mumbled. "I always end up doin' shit that makes you worry for me..."

Barb pursed his lips.

"No...I am afraid this time, the fault is mine." The butler admitted guiltily. "In truth...I suspected such a time would come, but I hoped we would simply have better fortune than this."

"W-Wait what? What happened then?"

Their boyfriend sighed.

"You...are aware that I am unhappy with my visions, yes?"

Mams nodded. Honestly, the greed demon could never understand it; it sounded like a cool ass power after all.

"Well...it is genetic, something that has never sat well with me." His body tensed up a bit as he said this and his eyes even avoided Mammon's own. "Though I have always loved children, I long ago vowed not have any of my own for this very reason. People love to talk about my powers for their rarity and usefulness, but never want to acknowledge the cost of it all. I never wanted to a put a child through that..."

Mammon started to panic, heartbeat racing in their chest. Was this Barb's way of saying he no longer wanted the baby?

The butler took his anxious partner's hand and squeezed it.

"Let me finish, Birdie." He asked softly.

There his little bird goes; their mind is always flying off to their own conclusions.

Barbatos laid his other land on the pregnant demon's belly.

"However, when I discovered you were pregnant...this fear twisted inside my very soul. The very thought of this child having to learn to control the very power that traumatized my earliest days shook me to my very core." Suddenly, a small smile came to his face, even if his eyes still radiated sadness. "Then I began to imagine them, who this small being could grow to be...and I just saw you, a small child that takes after you in every beautiful way, even those you refuse to see in yourself...and suddenly, I realized the idea of us...'doing away' with this child was just as scary to me.

The butler closed his eyes and simply focused on the feeling of his hand on his partner's belly. There was nothing in particular to feel; after all, it was still far too soon for their baby to be kicking. Still, the father-to-be still felt a connection to his child as he did this.

"I...let you decide the direction this would take, something that I would have done regardless since this is your body going through these changes after all." He continued. "However, I also needed you to do so because the truth of the matter was that I was frozen for the first time in my very long life...I still do not know if I could have made a decision if you had not. Luckily, you did and since then I have been...looking out for you in little glimpses."

Barb finally met his partner's eyes once more.

"I would just check on you in short glimpses in the future, whenever I was particularly...anxious without your presence." He explained with just the slightest hint of a blush on his cheeks. "After our last talk, I was well aware you were seeking Lucifer's help with informing your younger brother on...well, all of your more time-sensitive secrets and so I wished to see how that was going to turn out for you...that's when I when I saw your episode and realized our child truly has inherited my...'gift'."

The bitterness was extra thick at that last word and it usually was. That's all anyone ever refered to his particular version time mapping. They always saw what he could do; how they could use him. They cared not how much he suffered to get to this point.

"I made it over there as soon as I could. I am very sorry I was not quicker." Both the butler's eyes and voice was soft as he said this.

Mammon pressed their lips together before leading their linked hands to their belly so both of the couple's hands were resting there.

"Nah, I'd say you came for us just in time." They told him. "I mean, we're alright, aren't we?"

Barb sighed.

"Mammon, you could have fallen and hurt your head."

"But I didn't!...Right?"

"Lucifer said you collapsed in an open area of the living room originally so there was not much to hit your head on." He relented. "Still, we need to figure something out to help your body handle the visions better. Having two happening, one after another had quite the affect on your blood pressure and we cannot have that become consistently high."

"What will that do?" The pregnant demon asked.

"High blood pressure is nothing to take lightly." Their boyfriend lightly lectured. "It can attribute to a list of health problems, but most notably preeclampsia."

"...okay so what are the clams gonna do to me if my blood pressure is high?"

The butler sighed.

"Preeclampsia is a complication in pregnancy caused by high blood pressure. It can lead to some kidney damage, sometimes damaging other organs." He explained, frowning. "It...it could even cause your body to restrict the blood and oxygen our child gets, which would limit their growth and could lead to a premature birth for our child."

Mammon's eyes widened.

"Shit..." The pregnant demon hugged their boyfriend's hands to their belly, which stayed in place this entire time. "How do we prevent this pre-clam stuff?"

"We just need to keep your blood pressure down." Barb explained calmly. "I will look into methods on how to help keep you calm when a vision presents themselves, but for now, please do not stress about it, my little bird."

And with that, the man leaned down and kissed his partner's belly.

Things just had to get even more complicated. Still, Barbatos was going cling onto his birdie and their baby now more than ever.

[neopuff]

title: equilibrium word count: ~1900 characters: holiday, rex, & six w/ some six/holiday summary: Holiday needed to work on her bedside manner. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47545924

“I don’t know, Doc…can you just wait a minute?”

“It’s fine, Rex. Just settle down. It’ll be over in a second.”

“Please, just-! Just wait, okay?”

“The longer we wait, the more anxious you’ll get.”

“I-I don’t care! Just back off!”

“Rex!”

The needle she was about to stick in his bicep was shattered by a mechanical arm that suddenly burst out of Rex's chest. Holiday gasped and moved out of the way as a few other spindles of metal jutted out and attacked in random directions.

The preteen EVO jumped up from the exam table and hugged himself tightly, staring up at Dr. Holiday with watery eyes. "I'm…" he started to say, not sure what had happened.

Holiday stared back down at him. She held up her hands in surrender, hoping to calm him down. "It's okay, Rex. Just take some deep breaths."

He shook his head rapidly back and forth, then moved his hands to the sides of his head and groaned. "No, it's not!" he yelled at her.

Before Holiday could say anything else, Rex rushed out of her lab - trying to build his little motorcycle and failing. She watched him go and frowned, knowing she should've followed but not knowing if it was safe.

Rex would never purposefully hurt her, she knew that, but he didn't have complete control over his nanites. Sometimes they would lash out for him when he was holding his feelings back. In just the few days she'd been working on him, Holiday had seen this happen three times. Once with Six, once with Bobo, and now once with herself.

She reached up to press a finger to her comm. "Six?"

"Doctor?"

"Rex ran out of my lab upset. Can you make sure he's alright?"

"Did something happen?"

She sighed. "He didn't react well to getting his flu vaccine."

"...should I bring him back to your lab?"

"Only if he wants to." Holiday took a seat at her desk and ran her fingers through her hair. "I don't want to stress him out again."

"Affirmative."

She leaned back in her chair, staring at the lab ceiling. Dealing with a moody, super-powered preteen was not something she'd thought would be a part of her 30's. He'd been pretty happy-go-lucky on the first day after Six had found him, but it didn't take long for the stress of Providence to fall onto his shoulders.

White Knight's constant barking certainly didn't help. And Six never said a thing about it - Holiday assumed he felt guilty about what had happened between them, but she hadn't asked. Six was extremely quiet and closed off and she wasn't sure what to expect from him most of the time. Assuming Rex felt similarly, that couldn’t have been great for his stress levels, either.

She sat up and walked over to the shattered pieces of syringe that were still on her floor, squatting down to pick them up carefully. She would have to try again - Rex needed more than just the flu shot, but she was taking things one step at a time. It was difficult to be in charge of his medical care when she knew so little about pediatrics - she'd been doing as much studying as she could and talking to the Providence medical team as much as she needed to. None of them were interested in formally helping her with Rex's care since they'd all seen the security footage of his body expanding and contracting into violent bursts of metal and flesh.

The lab door opened and Holiday stood back up, surprised that Six had found Rex so quickly. The two of them walked in, Rex in front of Six and looking glum with the older man's hand on his shoulder. He didn't look like he wanted to be there.

Holiday frowned. "Hi, Rex."

Rex grumbled in response and stuck his hands in his pockets, looking down at the floor.

Six squeezed Rex's shoulder. "Tell her what you told me."

She looked between Six and Rex, waiting patiently.

"I…I'm sorry for freaking out, Doc," Rex started, still not making eye contact with her. "But I asked you to stop and you didn't!"

"You're right, Rex," she said quietly. Of course she felt guilty about it, but she had so much to do and no time to do it. Every delay in her schedule was another scream session from Knight that he'd inevitably turn into another punishment for Rex. But she couldn’t protect him from being hurt by hurting him differently and she needed to find the right balance. "I should've listened to you. I'm sorry."

Rex finally looked up at her, a light blush on his cheeks. He wiped at his eyes and nodded. "Okay. Okay. Thanks. Thank you."

Holiday nodded, still feeling guilty about what happened but happy that Rex seemed to feel better. "How about we try the flu shot again tomorrow, okay?"

"That sounds good," Rex said with a smile. He rubbed the back of his head and looked up at Six again. "I feel better now."

"Good." Six nodded down at him. "Why don't you go play with Bobo? I need to talk to Dr. Holiday for a minute."

Holiday watched as Rex suddenly glared at Six - then he pointed two fingers to his own eyes, then towards Six's. She also swore she heard him quietly say something along the lines of don't go making moves on my woman, but she was choosing to ignore that.

She sat back down and waited for Six to say whatever it is he had to say. She had a feeling it wasn't going to be nice.

"Dr. Holiday."

She didn't want to look at him, but she relented and glanced up to find Six standing just a few feet away from her. "Yes?"

"You need to work on your bedside manner."

Holiday sighed, forcing herself not to roll her eyes. "No kidding. I'm still getting used to this, Six. I've never done any of this before."

Unexpectedly, he took a seat in a nearby chair - legs spread out and his arms leaning against them. "This is new for all three of us."

"Yes, well." She pushed some hair behind her ear. "Maybe you adjust better to things like this than I do. I didn't train for anything like this," she continued, motioning a hand towards the pile of paperwork that made up Rex's current medical records.

"Rex almost killed me yesterday," Six said suddenly. "I've never trained someone before. Never spent any time with a child before. And never experienced weapons like the ones Rex is learning to build."

Holiday stared at him, unsure how to respond.

"My point, doctor, is that Rex's situation is unpredictable. We both need to learn to be patient."

She picked up a pen, twisting it in her hands. "If only White Knight could understand that. I feel like he's one second away from firing me every time we talk."

Six leaned back in the chair, his frown not moving. "He won't fire you. You're invaluable here and he knows that."

"Doesn't feel like it." Her mind wandered to her sister, locked up and vulnerable and essentially a hostage in the Petting Zoo. Six didn't know about that, Holiday was pretty sure, or else he'd understand the desperation she felt about not disappointing her boss. "But I know what you mean. I know I need to slow down. It's just…hard."

He simply stared at her, feeling that she still had more to say.

"You've seen all this new funding we have coming in. It feels like I've had to meet with potential donors every day this week, along with Rex's care and reorganizing Fell's files and trying to finish the research project I'd been in the middle of. There's no time for anything."

"Maybe you should get an assistant," Six suggested casually. "Or two."

"White already rejected that," Holiday responded with a forced, toothy smile. "He said that if I'm so much better and smarter than Dr. Fell, I should be able to take on everything he did without a problem."

Six frowned again. That did sound like Knight. "Is there anything I could help you with?"

She raised a curious eyebrow at him, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. "Really?"

"Really. We're in this together, Holiday."

"Then…" she started, trying to hide her nervous smile, "could you take on the donor tours? I really can't waste my time on meet and greets anymore. They'll probably stop after next week, but this is such a pivotal time for me to get this work done."

Six, who hated socializing and hated schmoozing, took a deep breath before he responded. "I'll handle them from now on. You just focus on getting this lab up to your standards."

She smiled brightly at him - a smile that Six would think about for the rest of the week - and sighed dreamily like a giant weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "Thank you so much. This'll free up so much time for me, you have no idea."

He nodded slowly, knowing full-well Knight would give him an earful about this and probably make one or two inappropriate comments. But it was worth it to make things easier for her - which would make things better for Rex, and in turn make things easier for Six.

It was also nice to see her smile like that, if he was being honest with himself.

"Speaking of…" Holiday started, opening up a desk drawer and grabbing a sheet of paper, "there's a tour in an hour, actually. Private armory that wants to donate weapons and a few million dollars." She handed him the sheet. "They'd probably prefer to meet with you than me, anyway."

Six glanced at the paper and recognized the company name immediately. They made guns - lots and lots of guns. He didn't use guns at all, and his knowledge of guns was centered around disabling them. "Shouldn't be a problem."

They stood up together and Holiday thought about hugging him again, though last time he'd been so unreceptive she felt like she was hugging a dead fish. She opted to pat his arm and give him another thankful smile. "If you ever need a break from Rex, you can bring him here, okay? It's like you said, we're in this together."

He nodded and folded up the paper, shoving it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. "I may just take you up on that."

With another small nod, Six made his way out the door, satisfied with how that conversation had gone. He and Holiday hadn't had a lot of opportunities to sit and talk just yet, but they were essentially co-parenting an amnesiac child and needed to be on the same page. He could handle White Knight and he'd try his best to keep him off her back. And they'd help Rex together - they just needed to strike a perfect balance.

Holiday looked around the lab now that she was alone and took a deep breath. Not having to schmooze with annoying army guys was going to make her days last so much longer. She reached for Rex's new medical paperwork and piled it back together. She had a lot of organizing to do.

[avocate-assia-dazai]

Writober day 1: Lovers to ennemies

Author's note: Heyoo this is my first true post on this account. I wish you all like my work. I'm sorry in advance i'm not a native english talker. And I wish you enjoy this, because i enjoy writting it, i'm a bit anxious because i'm not sure about it, but whatever~ Be careful, italic is pretty important, it mean past events.

Synopsis: I think the tilte is already pretty abvious. But to sumup you're at the place of Cherry Evans, in an important moment of her life.

Number of words: a bit less then 2k

An aftertaste of wine in the throat, trembling and cold hands, the deafening sound of the rain. This time again I sat waiting for the person of my world to come back to me. But unlike that night, I find myself wishing he would never comes back. Everything seems so different, and yet so the same. I was never a strong woman, I will probably never be. I am a hole, unable to put reality into words and face my life. The rude truth is, everything just repeats, whether it was twenty years ago, five years ago, yesterday or today. I am still the same weak and terrified woman.

I don't even have the strength to get up, call him, or do anything. I looked at the bottom of my glass of wine, his favorite. I was so sure of myself, and yet it would only take one word to throw away all my certainties and crush them as if they had never existed. And while the ticking of the clock made this silence even heavier, the sound of the rain made everything harder for me. I thought I loved rain because he made me love it, but in reality I hate it. Maybe if it wasn't raining, nothing would have happened like this.

The sound of the rain, the water running down my frozen skin, even though I could no longer feel the drops falling as I had gotten so used to it. I don't even knew if I was crying. What I knew is that it was cold, and I wanted to tear off those black clothes, I wanted to tear off the false compassionate smiles of those people I had never seen anchored in my memory. I wanted to tear everything away. And I fled, finding myself here, sitting alone in the rain, praying that I would die too while the water still fell. And that evening too, I hoped to feel his hand on my shoulder, asking me what I'm doing alone in the cold at an hour like this. But I knew he would never come back. My father was dead. I knew it, and yet when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I didn't move, just wishing it was his.

The aftertaste of the wine they serve at funerals in my throat, and this hand on my shoulder, this presence at my side that I did not dare look at fearring of destroying all illusions. “It's co-”, he doesn’t finish his sentence, even though I hadn’t said anything. But he understood that I wouldn't move. That if I even tried to get up, I would probably fall even deeper where no one could ever find me. He didn't say anything more, he simply placed his coat on my shoulders. And after that, this same silence remained as long as possible. I was in too much pain to care about his presence. But he never left after that.

The sound of the key in the door made me raise my head suddenly, it almost hurt. I watch the handle tilt with so much expectation that I have a hard time trying not smiling. Sometimes I didn't understand my body, why smile now? For a moment my mind went blank, and it took a lot of self-control not to go and greet him. His tall figure crossed the door, his eyes fixe on me. There was a long silence, then he looked away, seeing on the pretty table, almost academically set, a dish of lasagna, his favorite, made especially for him. It was so late that I had forgotten about it. I looked at the dish, his gaze turned to me for a moment, before changing direction once again, I followed him carefully as if refusing to miss the slightest of his thoughts. Wine. And once again, his gaze fell on me, and silence returned for a long moment before he dared to say these few words: “You shouldn’t have waited for me. I ate with colleagues.

I wanted to wait for you”

He respons nothing, just took off his shoes and took off his jacket. He hesitated to go straight to bed. After fifteen years of marriage it was so easy to read his face even if it didn't change. But he sat across from me, poured a glass of wine, loosened his tie and took in a breath of oxygen before simply drinking, looking at nothing. In a way I didn't want to immediately break this moment of peace, I even surprised myself by wanting to stay like that, in front of him, peacefully drinking wine with him.

This wine, he must have recognized it as much as I did, it was his favorite. It was expensive so there were only a few occasions when we tried it. Sitting around a luxurious table, my hands were shaking. I had nothing to do in this restaurant, I was so anxious, trying as best as I could not to do anything stupid. Dressed in my most expensive clothes, which in themselves were not that expensive, my hair up and makeup that I had tried to make sophisticated. I know our graduation was something to celebrate, but when he asked me to dress up "properly", I thought we would just go to the movies or maybe eat at his parents's house. I regretted not pestering him a little more to find out where we were going. He read me like a book, he took the menu out of my hands, his cold face wore a mocking and playful look that I had rarely admired before. “It’s forbidden to see the prices, I’ll read you the menu and you take what you like.

Don't be stupid! I can pay for my-

Don't be stupid, let me invite my wife to the restaurant~

I'm not y-

Halala, you are really stubborn. Well, will you?"

I think I hadn't understood his sentence well, I didn't have time to answer him that I didn't want to let him pay. He took a last sip of this wine, before pushing his chair and standing up. kneel in front of me, to take out a small velvet box for me. “I wanted to tell you this for dessert. But actually I want to be yours now, and you be mine. I want to be able to pay you everything and take all your worries away now. I can’t eat without being sure that we will experience dozens of meals like this”

I handed him the envelope that had been hidden on my lap all this time. A smile on my lips, betraying my discomfort, my hands were trembling. He looked at me, neither confused neither surprised, he reached out his hand to take it from me, he opened it and started reading. “I wanted one last of these luxurious meals with you.” These few words spoken by a woman not knowing how to react did nothing to help the situation. I shouldn't have said them. Another long silence ensued.

I tried so hard not to smile, while he looked at me with a look that didn't show anything, didn't allow me to know anything. He looked at the contents of the envelope, and the silence was so heavy that I looked away. A hand grabbed my arm and lifted me up. He was jumping around, laughing or crying. I wouldn't be able to say, probably both. He made me flutter and I couldn't help but admire this new expression on his face that I had never seen. I was so happy, I laughed with him. He ended up putting me down on the ground to kiss me I don’t know how many times and finally just hug me with all his strength “thank you, thank you, thank you

Stop thanking me. We did it together. You better-

Whatever you want, thank you, thank you, thank you. Finally the three of us will form a real family.”

But this time there will be no outpouring of joy. In fact, I didn't even expect him to say anything. He simply looked up at me, placing the envelope in front of me. I thought this heavy silence was going to kill me. I looked at him for a long moment before he finally got up and looked at me. "Alright.

What do you mean Alright?

I agree.

That's all?

What do you mean that's all?

You're not going to say anything more?

No. that's all."

He simply got up from his chair, not even bothering to finish his glass of wine. And he passed me, a heartbeat. This brief moment seemed like an eternity. I couldn't hear the sound of the clock or the rain, and every step he took drove me crazy. I thought I didn't expect anything from him, but that's not true, I wanted him to say something. I reached out to grab his arm, and he looked at me almost confused.

The feeling of the fabric crumpled in my hand, I squeezed so hard I felt my nails dig into my palm. I said nothing, despite his repeated questions. I had nothing to say, no explanation. And at one point I felt the air split in two beside me, a horrible noise accompanied it, I looked behind me, at the wine stain on the wall, at the pieces of glass on the floor. He threw his glass a few millimeters from my face, before grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me in all directions. I hadn't noticed, it even took a few moments for his voice to reach my ears. Did he try to hurt me? Or did he want to scare me? Or was it just rage? He screamed like that night, he shook me exactly like that night, and since that night I stopped being myself.

I slowly opened my eyes, and I felt something heavy on my arm, I immediately recognized the feeling of his face pressed against the sheets covering my arm. The moment the first song escaped my lips, that weight disappeared, replaced by large hands on my shoulders. Trembling and heavy. It took me a few moments to regain my sight and see my husband's face destroyed by grief whispering to me I don't know what. “We lost her. For what? For what? Why did you do that? Yet I told you-

I thought you were-

I told you not to go! Now she is dead!”

These words made my blood run cold, I placed a hand on my stomach, and I was hit by reality, unable to utter the slightest word, or even just to hear it. I couldn't believe it.

“You killed her! You killed her, what the fuck do you expect from me! You killed her, you are going to kill this marriage like nothing, what do you expect from me!” I hated those words, I looked at him my vision blurred with tears, my throat contracted, my blood boiled “No! No! No! It's wrong! I was afraid for you! But you kill me every day holding me responsible!

Me? Are you going to blame me?! I was always there for you! And you had nothing to do, stay quietly, but you took this risk I gave it to yo-

I lost her too-

No you haven't lost anything, you never loved this chil-

It's wrong!"

The words and insults were flying, the reproaches of the last five years thrown like bombs to cause as many victims as possible. And at one point silence fills the room again, the sound of the clock, of the rain, of heavy breathing. “I miss her too… But I miss the man I love even more… You are not the man I loved. You, I hate you.

I would have preferred you to die in his place.”

[yelenasdiary]

Hi

For the Advent Calendar could you do Scarlett x reader where Scarlett invites reader to her Christmas family dinner, where reader gets overwhelmed by the entire thing. Scarlett goes out to find reader on the balcony and reassures reader of her feelings. Thank you!

☃️ My Love ☃️

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Summary: Scarlett assures you about her feelings after an overwhelming moment. 

Slight Angst | Fluff | 0.8K | No Warnings | 

AC: I don’t know much about Scarlett’s family or friends so please bear with me on this. Also, excuse the gif, I can never find SJ gifs! I hope you enjoy this!! 

Day 14 | Advent Calendar Masterlist 🎄

Sweat quickly soaked the palms of your hands as you rang the doorbell to Scarlett's home. It wasn't the first time you'd been here, you'd been here many times before, but this time not only would you be seeing her parents and siblings again but also you'd be meeting more of her family and close friends. Your heart sunk to your stomach within the seconds that took for the door to finally open.

"You made it!" Scarlett welcomed you with a warm smile, "was starting to think you had gotten lost" she joked with a chuckle. Her eyes sparkled from the light that lit up the front porch so well, "So sorry I'm a tad late, traffic was a bit crazy" you smiled in return, the sweat in your palms almost instantly drying the longer you looked into her eyes. "Well, you're just in time, honey, we're all just about to sit down for dinner" she spoke, opening the door for you. Scarlett helped take your coat off and placed it on the coat hanger before you felt one of her hands gently rest on your lower back. "Everybody is excited to meet you" she whispered, placing a kiss on your cheek. 

The moment her lips touched your cheek all your butterflies faded away. Scarlett led you into the dining room, her mother embracing you in a tight hug, "it's so good to see you again" she smiled, "you too, merry Christmas" you replied with a warm smile of your own. Scarlett took a moment before everybody started eating to introduce you to everybody from her dad's side of the family, her mother's side then her extended family, cousins and close family friends. There were a lot of people, but you knew Scarlett was a family person. 

Sitting next to Scarlett while everybody threw questions and conversations at you, she could see that you were starting to feel a bit anxious and would gently place a hand on your lap, giving you a light squeeze to ensure you she was right beside you. "You both are a lovely couple" one of Scarlett's cousins complimented, Scarlett smiled and thanked her before her mother told everybody to dig in before the table full of food would get cold. Even through dinner compliments and questions continued, although you didn't mind as much, Scarlett had sat through meeting your entire family but to her questions and meeting new people came naturally. 

After dinner, some games were played and plenty of laughs were shared over jokes, some jokes didn't even make sense to you but something you learned from Scarlett was how to go along with the script. By the time everybody was ready for dessert, something switched within you and suddenly you felt overwhelmed, like you didn't belong there. Quietly you slipped out the back door for some fresh air, ignoring how cold it was outside, the cold rush over your face felt refreshing. 

You weren't sure how long you'd been leaning over the back balcony trying to gather your thoughts until you heard Scarlett's voice softly bring you back to reality. "There you are" she smiled softly as she walked up to you, "Is everything okay?" she asked as she lent over the balcony with you. "Everything is perfect" you lied with an unconvincing smile, "it just got a little hot in there, so I thought I'd get some fresh air" you added avoiding looking at the blonde in her green eyes. 

"Darling, look at me" she moved close, cupping your face to look at her, "what's going through that genius mind of yours?" She asked. Looking into her eyes, you knew you couldn't lie to her any longer. "I'm sorry" you started, "I guess I just got a little overwhelmed with everybody, please don't think it was anybody's fault or anything because it wasn't, I just" you paused and dropped your eyes, Scarlett's face showing nothing but love and concern. 

"Just what, honey?" she asked.

"We just live different lifestyles and I think I started to overthink that maybe I just didn't belong in your world" you explained with great stress building up within you. "Oh, darling" Scarlett wasted no time before she pulled you into her arms, hugging you tightly. "You are my world, you are my family, everybody in that room loves you just as much as I do. I know my life is crazy and uncertain sometimes but the one thing I am certain of is my love for you. I know you were nervous about spending Christmas with my family but guess what, I was nervous that you would think we were a bunch of crazy people and would want to leave" smiles, her thumb gently stroking your left cheek, "You belong here, with me, with my family, I promise you" she added.

Just like that, her words made all your worries look ridiculous, even though deep down you knew there was nothing to worry about but you are human and we worry about things. Scarlett kissed you softly for what felt like hours, but all her kisses seemed to last forever, not that you were complaining. "I care about you, my love. Next time you feel overwhelmed, come and get me and we will talk it through together, okay?" 

You nodded with a soft smile, "okay".

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[alloftheimaginesblog]

Distraction {Eddie Munson}

Plot: You're feeling anxious and need a distraction, insert Eddie Munson and his various rings.

Character: Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: mentions of anxiety

The panic was beginning to rise and you couldn't ignore it any longer. You'd gotten so much better recently as being able to control the anxiety and the panic more but sometimes it got the better of you and you couldn't avoid it.

You shoved yourself backwards, pushing your chair out harshly causing it to screeeeech on the floor painfully. Your friends, who'd all been planning their next move for Vecna, turned to you with curious eyes. "Sorry," you managed to choke out before darting out of the kitchen and through the back door for some fresh air. Your hopes of fresh air curing the anxiety was crushed when the panic only surged inside you. You sat on the back steps, hands clutching the railing to your right, as you tried to suck in a breath.

Eddie, who'd been sitting beside you, frowned as he saw you leave. Something was wrong. Quietly, he stood up and followed you out he knew that the rest of them wouldn't notice if he wasn't there; Nancy was in charge anyway so they'd fill him in later. He opened the back door to find you hyperventilating on the back steps.

"(y/n)?" He asked quietly, sitting beside you.

"I-I can't- I can't-" You couldn't breathe. There was an abundance of air and yet you felt like you couldn't get any of it. Eddie's eyes were wide as he stared at you, he'd never really experienced anything like this before.

"H-hey," he said as he gently took your hands in his own, "it's okay. Everything's fine, I promise."

"C-Can't- Can't b-breathe-"

"Shhh," he shushed you softly, "just listen to me. I want you to try and breathe with me; big slow breaths, ready?" He waited for you to nod, "Okay." He sucked in a breath, emphasising it so that you would focus on him more than the panic, "I know that you can breathe deeper than that, let's try again." You took in another shaky, long breath trying your hardest to copy him, "Good..."

You hadn't realised that you were doing it but you'd been playing with the rings on his fingers, absentmindedly spinning them and twiddling with them. It proved to be a very well needed distraction from the lack of oxygen. Eddie continued to talk you through your breathing, taking long slow breaths with you until you were able to do it by yourself, "How you doing?"

You nodded, "Better, thanks to you. I... I just got so stressed and scared about it all." It was then you realised that your hands were still clasped together and you were absentmindedly playing with his rings, "Oh sorry." You quickly dropped his hands.

Eddie shook his head, "Don't worry about it. My rings seemed to be a pretty good distraction for you actually so..." he pulled one off of his fingers, opening your hand and plopped it onto your palm, "you keep one. If you ever panic again and I'm not there, you'll have that to give you a bit of a distraction."

It meant more to you than he'd ever know that he'd noticed something was wrong, that he helped and now he was providing you with something to distract you for future attacks, "Thank you, Eddie," you whispered, squeezing his hand, it was then that the door swung open to reveal Dustin.

"Are you two lover birds finished? We've got a plan."

"You ready?" Eddie asked, head dipping to catch your eyes.

You nodded and took a deep breath, "Yeah... Yeah I'm ready."

[mistress-ofmagic]

Around the Realms in 80 days - Chapter 11

Pairing: Reader x Loki

Story summary: You have fallen through a portal during the convergence into Asgard and come face to face with Thor, and his brother Loki. With no way to return, you must travel with the two men and their hoard of asgardian soldiers to get back home. Things get from bad to worse when you have to share a tent with the god of mischief himself.

Notes: I'm still alive and so is this story!! I'm so sorry this has been a long time coming but I hope you can forgive me with my slightly longer than normal chapter! This chapter feels kind of angsty to me. I hope you like it and are still interested!

The sunlight flitted through the tent easily waking you. You groaned and folded the pillow over your head. 

“Wakey Wakey.” You heard Loki’s far too jovial voice from next to you. 

“Are there any eggs and bakey?” You groggily replied. 

Loki was silent for a second, 

“What’s bakey?” 

You snorted and opened your eyes. Somehow in the night you had moved closer towards the middle of the bed, rather than lying on the edge. Loki was, rather disconcertingly, sat up and staring down at you with a puzzled look on his face. 

“What?” You snapped.

Loki narrowed his eyes

“I am going to ignore your impertinence given you are clearly half asleep. You snore by the way.” 

“I do not snore.” You said uncertainly.  

He grinned, “Sure you do. When I came back last night you were already sleeping like a babe and snoring like a boar.” 

It was too early to be dealing with Loki’s…Lokishness. You threw your arm over your eyes to block out the light and mumbled something about lying gods. 

“You should be happy, tomorrow you will be able to return to Midgard.” 

That made you sit up straight and look at him. 

“Tomorrow?” 

He raised an eyebrow,

“We will arrive at the capital tomorrow, Heimdall can return you as soon as we do.” 

You had completely forgotten that returning to Asgard would also mean returning home. For some reason, instead of feeling overjoyed like you assumed you would, you felt sort of…sad? Hollow? Anxious? Your time here had not always been pleasant, but you had got to experience things you thought you never would, and see things very few humans had ever seen. You weren’t sure if you were ready for your little adventure to end just yet. This realisation hit you with surprise. Your time here had been short, but you already felt as though you couldn’t go back to your everyday life on earth. What was magic, intrigue, kidnapping, trolls, princes and excitement in comparison to daily commutes and offices? 

“You seem…displeased. I thought you would have been happy about this?”

The sincerity of Loki’s voice took you by surprise, and you scanned his face for malice and found none. 

“I suppose it just passed me that I would be retuning so quickly. It’s very unlikely I will get to experience anything like this again.” You frowned. 

“You will be able to see your family and friends again. This is a good thing; Asgard in such a time of unrest is no place for a mortal.” He said, quite gently. 

You felt your stomach drop and creased your forehead more. 

“Yeah.” 

Now you knew you were being silly. Getting upset that Loki didn’t want you to stay? Well of course he didn’t. You weren’t even friends. Your actual friends and family would be worried sick and here you are being selfish because you didn’t want to end your unexpected jaunt. 

Still, his words had effected you and made you feel unwanted here. Embarrassingly you felt tears start to grow. 

You stood up quickly from the bed before you did something stupid, like cry. 

“I’m going to get ready.” 

You didn’t even bother telling him to close his eyes before whipping off your shirt and pulling on your clothes that lay over the back of Loki’s chair. Although you didn’t think much of the woman, Yrsa had been kind enough to gift you with a few dresses for your journey. All of them in the typical Asgardian style you had come to realise. You pulled on a lilac, loosely fitted dress and drew it in using the brown belt and your own Dr. Martens you had arrived in. 

“Where are you going?” Loki asked. 

You flicked your eyes up to him. He was still sat up in bed, the green silk sheets wrapped around his middle and bare torso showing. His hair was slightly more unruly than normal, curling more having slept on it all night. He looked so adorably confused that your heart clenched. 

“I’m going to see if there’s any breakfast about.” 

You didn’t make eye contact as you left. Once you were out of the tent, you allowed a few tears to slip down your face. 

“Ugh.” You chastised yourself. You shouldn’t have allowed yourself to get comfortable with anyone, now you were going to be upset when you said goodbye. 

You took a deep breath, trying to take in as much of the world as possible before you went back to stuffy offices and being coughed on by other commuters. 

Luckily, Halvor and a few of the other men were up and tucking into some bread. You walked over to them to join them in breaking their fast. 

Halvor greeted you with a smile which you appreciated. Maybe going home was a good thing, it was clear you were never going to fit in here, not by the way most of the men eyed you cautiously. 

You took the bread he offered and tucked in.  As the morning progressed, Fandral spotted you and walked sheepishly over. 

“My Lady, I wish to apologise for last night. I fear I was less than cordial and it was not my intentions to upset you.” 

He offered you his hand and you placed yours in his tentatively. He lightly kissed the back of your hand. 

“I wonder if you could find it in your heart to forgive me.” 

You stopped yourself rolling your eyes. The grandeurs of speech was not something you would miss.

You suddenly felt sad again, reminded of the fact that you would be exposed to these formalities any longer. 

“It’s fine Fandral.” You sighed. 

“You seem a little dispirited this morning Latte.” Volstagg commented, coming up behind you. 

“Of course she is dispirited.” Fandral retorted, “anyone would be if they had spent that long in Loki’s presence.” 

“There is no need to be so disheartened, we return to the capital on the morrow.” Volstagg’s eyes lit up as he continued excitedly.

“You will finally see Asgard in all it’s glory, you will adore it! It is the most grand most spectacular place in existence, truly a sight to behold. I am most looking forward to return.” 

“If I even get to see it before I’m whisked back to earth.” You blurted before you could stop yourself. 

The men looked at you quizzically, 

“I’m sure Thor will allow you to see it before you leave. I would have it no other way in fact. Since it was misfortune that brought you here and misfortune that has been with you during your stay, the least we can do is ensure you get to see what Asgard can truly be.” 

You smiled weakly. 

“You will enjoy Rythja more than the other places I think Latte.” Fandral explained, “it is far friendlier and less stuffy than the places we have visited so far. Rythja is a stopping point for many a traveler, and is well known for its public houses and relaxed nature; there are no differences between princes and peasants in Rythja, for everyone is treated the same.” 

The men grinned at each other and you dreaded to think what else it was well known for. Still, it sounded much more positive than the warnings you had received before visiting Boer or Deill and perhaps it would be a drama free ending to your time here. 

Soon, the party were packed up and ready to leave. Halvor helped you up onto the horse and you tried not to wince as your poor thighs ached. Thor and Loki returned from saying their goodbyes to Gunnvladr, and you were thankful you were not needed. Gunnvladr however, had been rather thankful to the Princes for helping to rid them of the bandits, and apparently the mens help in the field had been appreciated. Perhaps the trip would help the unrest after all. 

You settled back against Halvor and prepared to travel for one of the last times. 

                                                             ***

It was evening and you had made it to Rythja. Thor had spotted one of his favourite drinking establishment and you had all trooped in. 

The pub reminded you of old country ones you might have visited after hikes. It was effectively one very large room, full of wooden tables, benches and chairs, with a long bar north of the room. It was extremely busy and noisy, however unlike previous places you had visited, no one seemed overly bothered that the Princes of Asgard had just waltzed in. There was a large bar-maid with long curly red hair behind the bar and she currently had her work cut out for her drawing drinks for Thor and his men. Despite her impossible task, she remained jovial, laughing at Thor and Volstagg bickering while they stood at the bar. Having been there all of 10 minutes, Fandral had already whisked a blonde haired beauty to a darkened corner of the room.  

You on the other hand, sat staring bitterly out of the grimy window, as you watched a spider crawl slowly down. 

Your bitterness had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Loki was currently grinning from ear to ear, goblet of ale in one and and the other wrapped around the waist of the bar-maid on his lap. 

“…And then he stabbed my neck” Loki regaled some stupid boring story to the woman and she gasped loudly.

“That must have been so awful for you.” 

The bar-maid leaned in and placed a hand on his chest, fluttering her eyelashes. 

You rolled your eyes, hard, and made an audible sound of irritation. Loki heard you and grinned even wider. 

He clutched her hand and held it close to him, sighing heavily.

“It truly was the worst of times. The healers feared I would not speak again.” 

“What a shame that would have been.” You chimed in, unable to help yourself. 

Loki narrowed his eyes at you, while the bar maid looked rather shocked. 

“Indeed. Although, talking is not all my silver tongue is renowned for.” He all but purred. He brought the lady on his lap even closer, however continued to make eye contact with you. 

You felt a flush growing up your neck and tried to ignore it, and the girl on his lap giggled. 

“Gross. On that note I’m leaving to find some better company.” 

You stood up quickly.

“There is no company better than mine.” Loki smirked. 

“An empty chair is better company than you.” You hissed. 

You turned quickly before he could reply and huffed over to join Thor and Volstagg who were stood at the bar drinking and discussing in great detail how the best way to kill a bligespine is. 

“My brother causing you distress my lady?” Thor asked, raising his brows as he noticed your clenched jaw. 

“He is always causing me distress.” You sighed. ““Hey, is there anything here I can actually drink?” You added eyeing up the drinks behind the bar.

“Well you will soon be rid of him when you are returned home tomorrow.” Thor replied cheerily.

You looked back over your shoulder to find him talking about something that was clearly very amusing by the way the bar maid was simpering. Your stomach felt funny.

“Yeah.” You sighed, suddenly feeling tears threatening again. God what was wrong with you?“Can’t wait.” You dragged your eyes away from the couple.

“Anyway, about that drink?” 

Thor laughed heartily, 

“Let’s see…perhaps a small glass of Vanaheim wine will be fine.”

Volstagg snorted, “They always did make their wines as weak as piss.” 

The red-head behind the bar smiled and went to pour you one. As you waited, Volstagg and Thor went back to their previous conversation.

“Here you are love.” 

You suddenly realised she was the first Asgardian not to question the fact you were from Earth. 

“Are you not surprised that I’m a mortal?” You asked, taking a sip of the wine. 

It was delicious. Like nothing else you had tasted. You weren’t sure how to describe the taste, it was more of an emotional feeling, like summer days spent in the garden with your family, trips to the sea-side and long bike rides. You sighed happily. 

“Is it to your liking Miss?” The bar-maid asked. 

“It’s amazing! I could drink this all day!” 

She smiled,

“I’m glad. Truth be told Miss, we get all sorts around here. We have one regular customer, who I’m fairly sure is a dark elf from Svartalfheim ‘he comes weekly, dressed head to toe in black, drinks three Mermaid tails and leaves.” 

“Mermaid Tails?” 

“Oh, not real ones of course. It’s the name of a drink, a concoction of spirit mixed with juice taken from oranges and berries.”

You chortled, “Basically a sex on the beach then.”

This time it was the bar maids time to laugh, taken by surprise. 

“That’s what we call that cocktail on Earth!” You explained, giggling along with her and drinking more of your delicious drink. 

The drink went down rather fast.

“Can I have another please?” You asked. 

The redhead looked at Thor for guidance, but he was far too engrossed in his conversation to pay you any heed.

“I’m not sure…” She frowned. 

“It’s fine, I’m fully grown, I don’t even feel that drunk I’m sure I can manage another.” 

Her face cleared.

“Of course” 

As she handed you your second drink she continued. 

“We ‘ad another customer in earlier this week. ‘e was dressed completely in black too, and a mask covering his face. It’s not too uncommon that someone would hide their face around ‘ere. Except his eyes were red. Normally only Jotuns have red eyes, and he wasn’t the right height for one… excuse me.”

The bar-maid stepped away for a bit to attend to some customers and you tried to focus your brain to remember why the red eye thing was significant. You were sure that it was important, but you couldn’t remember why. Someone had mentioned something about red eyes before hadn’t they? Who had said that again?

You decided it probably didn’t matter. You were feeling floaty and soft. When the bar-maid came back, she refilled your drink. 

“Anyway, as I was saying ‘e probably wasn’t a Jotun but I can’t think who else would have red eyes. ‘e only stayed to drink a pint of ale and left.”

“Jotun?” You hiccuped

“Frost Giants.” 

“Frost Giants?” You chimed, your voice increasing as you hiccuped. 

“The people who inhabit Jotuunheim. You don’t seem many of em about half of em was destroyed when…”

“My, isn’t this a fun conversation.” Loki’s silky voice appeared from behind you. 

The bar-maid raised a brow.  “Did you want something Prince Loki?” She asked, with un-cruel amusement dancing in her eyes.  

You laughed loudly. It was unusual to see someone who wasn’t of nobility speaking to Loki so directly and that fact was absolutely hilarious to you. You continued facing your body towards the bar but tipped your head back so you could see him.

“You look funny upside down.” You giggled. 

“I was simply coming over to see why the midgarian was being so loud. But now I can see she is completely inebriated.” 

“You’re a knee…a knee…a knee grated.” 

“Oh?.” Loki stared at you with a mixture of mirth and exasperation. 

You noticed the bar maid left again to speak to some customers as you span round to face him directly very quickly, making you loose your balance. Loki reached and and caught you, holding your shoulders in place until you stopped wobbling. 

“Hey, get off me.” You tried to push at his arms. 

“For Norns sake woman I’m trying to stop you from falling.” He rolled his eyes, “What in the nine realms have you been drinking.’ He murmured. 

Loki picked up your glass on the bar and took a sip. His face seemed to get even paler and his eyes narrowed dangerously. Before you could blink he had span round and pinned Thor against the bar with a knife at his throat. 

“What?” Thor spluttered, turning around. 

“You let her drink the Vanir’s wine of Eden?” His voice was calm but deadly

“It’s fine Loki, the Vanir’s wine are notoriously weak.”

“For an Asgaridan you half-wit. It may be weak but mortals were not designed to consume drinks with unknown psychotropic properties.”

“The wine does kind of taste like feelings.” You hiccuped again. “I feel like I’m on a little cloud.”

You giggled at them. 

“You idiot” Loki hissed, “Why must I be cursed with an oaf for a brother.”

“Hey can I have another drink?” You asked.

“No.” The Princes echoed sharply. 

You pouted “fine…god I was only asking.” You murmured, wondering off to find a seat, you were suddenly feeling a bit dizzy. You thought you announced this, although you weren’t completely sure. 

Finding a nearby table you sat down on the bench, ignoring the few people already sat there. One of the customers sat at the table already looked at you strangely and greeted you. 

“Hi?”

“Hello!” You gave him a dazzling smile “I’m from Earth.” 

You could hear Loki from behind you, you realised he must have followed you over.

“Ha ha! Let’s get out of here shall we?” He said your name warningly.

“Trying to take me home?” You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

As the men at the table laughed, Loki rolled his eyes and put out his hand to help you up.

“C’mon, let's get back to the tent.” He murmured as you stood up, leaning on him for balance.

You winked at your new audience,

“I’m irresistible” 

“You’re annoying is what you are.” Loki muttered as the men around the chuckled.

“Hey!” 

Loki held you by the elbow and helped you walk out at a brisker pace than you would have liked. 

“Can we slow down my head hurts?” You whined as you reached the door of the pub.

Loki sighed heavily, but opened the door for you and set off at a slower pace.

The colder air hit as you walked out of the tavern, leaving the noise behind. The tavern opposite was in the process of throwing one of its drunker members out onto the street which made you giggle. Loki looked down at you and smiled too. You looked up into the quickly darkening sky, and stared at the beautiful stars and moons as they started to appear. 

You were going to miss this sight.

Loki kept hold of your arm as you looked up. 

“Much prettier than Midgard isn’t it?” He smirked at you.

You frowned and sighed, but didn’t answer. He was right of course, it was a fantastic view and one you would never see again. 

Loki pushed you gently to keep walking with him through the cobbled street and back to where the men were camping. It was strange, but you found your mood starting to dip quite drastically, and your memory of why you were upset was coming back. The floaty fuzzy feeling was still there but it felt heavier and it felt as though your heart was sinking. You started frowning harder and pouting again. Loki cleared his throat, 

“I noticed… you seem to have have been a little… down at points during the day.”

“Oh you noticed that huh?” You muttered. Under normal circumstances you probably would have been more careful of your tone, but you were drunk and sad.

Loki glared down at you.

“Your extreme brooding was unmissable.” 

“You would know being the king of extreme brooding.”

“I am not the king of…extreme brooding.” 

“Nice retort.” You snapped back.

Loki made a sound of indignation “Oh okay, I see.” 

You snorted “Hm.”

“You’re upset that Fandral was fraternising with a beauty in the tavern.” 

“Fraternising?” You snorted “I like your funny words magic man.”

“What?” Loki’s brow furrowed adorably again like he had that morning. 

“You look kind of cute when you’re confused.” You informed him. 

Loki’s eyes widened comically large and he blinked at you. 

You giggled “exactly like that.”

“I am the future King of Asgard, I am not…cute.” He sniffed.

You snorted “okay whatever you say.”

“So you were not upset about Fandral -“

“Fraternising? No why would I be upset about that.” You yawned. 

“I just assumed that was the source of your distress, you seemed upset when I mentioned you were leaving and you went to find Fandral and then tonight when he was with someone you seemed low again.”

This time it was your turn to stop and stare at him. 

“It’s not unusual for woman to find Fandral attractive but you should know…”

“Let me stop you there before I hear any unsolicited advice. I did not go out to find Fandral this morning. I’m not upset that - “

You tried to find your words while you started to get choked up.

“I will miss this place when I go tomorrow. I will miss seeing new things and learning more about the universe I live in, the new animals and creatures. I will miss the adventure, not knowing what my life will be like day to day. I will miss the people I have met and I mourn for the people I will never get to meet and the experiences I will never get to have.” 

You took a deep breath.

“I know how stupid I’m being and how no one really wants me here but I’m still going to miss it. I don’t know how to go back to my normal life now I’ve seen everything here, I don’t want to have to  but I also know I’m being selfish to my poor family who are probably worried to death. It’s.. do you know what it actually doesn’t matter.” You sighed running out of momentum.  

Loki frowned slightly before saying as though with some difficulty,

“You are not unwanted here.”

You snorted, 

“Sure I am, you most of all do not wish me to be here you basically said so yourself this morning.” You scrunched your face up, “It doesn’t matter I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” 

You tried to take your arm out of Loki’s grasp so you could storm forward but he didn’t let you and ignored your noises of frustration. He continued frowning as if in thought but didn’t push you further. You quickly arrived back at the tent and pushed yourself forward and stumbled into the tent and flopped onto the bed. 

“I don’t feel well.” You complained. 

“I’m not surprised, Thor should not have given you any wine.” He mumbled, as he started to take off his shirt. 

“Did we not talk about this like a thousand times? Can you not get undressed in front of me?” You groaned. 

“And I have told you that as this is my tent, I will undress where I like.” 

You blew a raspberry at him as he continued to take his shirt off, giving you a glimpse of his chest. You felt a weird feeling in your stomach and you decided it was probably the alcohol.

You pulled the covers over your head and sunk down into the mattress. Soon you felt the bed dip next to you as Loki joined you. You moved the covers down slightly past your eyes so you could see what he was up to. Loki was, as usual,  staring up at the ceiling.

“I’ve put some water next to your side.” He said, without looking at you. 

Things felt weirdly awkward between you and in the midst of your hazy state, you couldn’t quite tell why.

You cleared your throat. 

“Thank you.” 

He nodded and continued to look up. After a few uneasy moments Loki clicked his fingers and turned the lights off. You rolled over onto your own back and joined him in staring at the ceiling.

You lay awake for a long time, listening to the sound of the men returning in the early hours and counting Loki’s breaths beside you.

Maybe it was the remaining drunken boldness, the dark cover of night or the knowledge that this would be your last night here, but you whispered,

“I will miss you.” 

The darkness seemed to be a vacuum in which your words disappeared.

You did not get a response. 

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Green is My Favorite Color Ch. 20

Series Summary: Dean has been her hero from childhood, can she ever get him to be more?

Pairings: Dean x OFC

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. P in V. Very gentle lovemaking, nothing that's overly explicit. Fluff. Just a smidge of angst, but nearly all fluff.

Word Count: 4,515

Chapter Summary: What awaits Dean and Julie on the other side of Purgatory.

A/N:  The twentieth chapter in a longer series. As I’m writing, the story is stretching out a little and I’m thinking it’s going to be at least 20 chapters. Sorry! 😬 It’s what I’ll call cannon adjacent. It will follow the general storylines through the seasons, but I’m creating my own offshoots. 😊

A/N 2: Well, this is it! I can't believe I've finished this series. This is, without a doubt, the longest thing I've ever written, and it's the first long fic I've ever finished completely. I have loved every minute of writing Dean and Julie's story and I'm so incredibly grateful to EVERYONE who has read it and reblogged it, liked it and commented on it. I'm so grateful for your support and love!

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April 2012

Walking through the portal out of Purgatory felt almost the same as travelling into Purgatory - the same white light, the same pressure on Julie's lungs, the heat, the wind - all of it was the same. The big difference was, it was over almost instantly. It was simply a matter of taking two or three steps and they were through.

As soon as they were on the other side, Sam and Julie fell to their knees, as the pressure in their chests gave way and they could breathe normally again.

Cas set Dean down on the ground and knelt beside him. Julie crawled over to where Dean lay in the leaves and dirt of the forest floor and panicked at his extremely labored breathing and pain-wracked expression.

Seconds later, though, Cas was pressing his hand against the deep gash in Dean's side, his grace glowing beneath his palm as he knitted together Dean's insides.

Dean grimaced and a small grunt of pain fell from his lips as Cas healed him, but then the angel pulled back and Dean let go of the breath he'd been holding and his eyes popped open. He sat up and looked around at everyone.

A wide smile spread across his face as the color rushed back into his cheeks. Then he looked at Julie and grabbed hold of her face, pulling her mouth down to his in a wild, ecstatic kiss. They were both laughing into the kiss, and it was a mess of teeth and tongues. Julie was crying too, adding her tears into the mix.

She pulled out of the kiss to hop up and throw her arms tightly around Cas' neck. The angel was at a complete loss and stood looking at Sam and Dean for direction.

Sam made a circle with his arms by way of demonstration. "Just hug back."

Cas awkwardly and loosely wrapped his arms around Julie and she giggled tearily. She pulled back and wiped away her tears. "Sorry, but just..." She stood on tiptoe and kissed the angel's cheek. "Thank you, thank you so much."

She turned to Sam and hugged him next. When she pulled away, Dean was hugging Cas who looked like he'd had all the human emotion he could handle for the time being.

As the Winchester brothers gripped each other tight and pounded one another on the back, Julie shook her head.

"I can't believe you guys got there when you did. It's like a miracle."

Sam scoffed as he pulled away from his brother with a final pat to the side of his neck. "Yeah, a miracle that took ten months to happen. We've done nothing but search for you guys for nearly a year. Took us long enough to figure out that you'd been sucked into Purgatory, and then when we knew where you were, we had to try and figure out a way in."

Sam paused and ran a hand through his hair. "It was ten months here, how long was it in Purgatory?" His voice was anxious, but Dean was quick to put his mind at ease.

"It was about the same for us, Sammy. And even though it was no garden spot, it wasn't the same as hell, and we were together, and we had Benny."

Julie pulled up the sleeve of her filthy jacket. "Speaking of, I'd like to drop Mr. Lafitte off soon. It's not very comfortable for either one of us."

Her arm glowed red and Sam shook his head. "Yeah, what is up with that? Your letting a vamp out of Purgatory?" He looked at Dean, incredulous. "You?"

Dean nodded. "Hell yeah. Sam, we wouldn't have survived without him. And he said that even before he got his head chopped, he was on donated blood."

He smacked a hand against Sam's upper arm. "He's one of the good ones, Sammy, I promise."

Sam shrugged. "If you say so, but we should probably keep in contact with him, make sure he's staying on the straight and narrow now that he's topside."

Dean nodded. "I intend to. Benny's a good friend."

Sam took a deep breath and smiled. "Okay."

Dean looked at Cas. "Well, buddy, we've gotta get Benny back to his bones in..." He squinted, trying to recall the name of the town where Benny's bones were planted. He snapped his fingers as it came to him. "Clayton, Louisiana. Think you could zap us all there?"

Julie stepped under the spray of the shower and couldn't stop the long groan of ecstasy that escaped her. The water was hot and just the perfect pressure against her skin as it washed away months and months of dirt, blood, sweat and general griminess.

She checked on the wound she'd received from the ghoul and saw that it was healing. It seemed insane to Julie that that had only been three or four days ago. Standing in the motel shower with the plastic curtain beside her and the electric lights glowing dimly on the other side, it felt like Purgatory was a lifetime ago.

Yet, over this exceedingly long day, she'd also had moments where she felt panicked that she was going to wake up and be back there. She knew Dean was experiencing something similar. He'd had a look about him throughout the day as though everything was just a little too loud and a little too bright.

It was hard to readjust.

After dropping off Benny and watching him come back to life through his bones and a bit of magic, they'd parted ways with hugs and promises to meet up again soon. Their departure felt strange, like there wasn't enough the three of them could say to each other in parting. How could they sum up that experience, how could they convey their gratitude to one another and their sadness in saying goodbye.

But finally Benny had walked off toward his new vampire life and Cas had zapped them all back to the motel he and Sam were staying in.

The four of them had sat around for an hour or so, drinking beers and catching up with each other about the time they were apart. As they sat at the table, Julie saw Dean flinch a couple times, as a car alarm went off, or a dog started barking nearby.

It was as though he was waiting for the next attack to come and she understood the feeling. It was extremely odd after all those months of near constant fighting and barely surviving to now just be sitting on a plastic chair, chatting pleasantly and peacefully.

Sam and Cas had paid for another room and left Julie and Dean to clean up and get some rest. Dean had showered first, and now it was her turn. They'd joked that they'd clog the shower if they tried to take one together, with the amount of mud caked on the both of them.

She was in the shower over half an hour, and only came out because the water was almost ice cold. She'd washed her hair three times before it finally felt clean. She climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her.

She'd picked up a little bottle of lotion from the corner store across the street from the motel and she grabbed it as she went to sit on the bed beside Dean.

He was leaning up against the headboard in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. Earlier Sam had pulled Dean's green duffel bag out of the trunk of the Impala and tossed it to him.

"Kept your clothes clean and waitin' for when you got back."

A moment of unspoken love and tenderness passed between the brothers, and Julie shook her head at their silent communication. That connection between them was always so beautiful and one reason Julie loved them both so much.

Now she sat with her back to the foot of the bed so she could face Dean. He leaned his head back against the wall and he kept his eyes closed as he smiled at her.

"Mmm..." he groaned. "God, you smell good."

Julie grinned. "I think we both smell a hell of a lot better than we have in a very long time. I may have scrubbed my skin off in the shower getting rid of all the grime."

She popped open the top of the lotion bottle and squirted some into her palm. She lifted her leg and began to spread the lotion all over her skin, relishing the return of moisture to her dry flesh.

She continued applying the lotion, rubbing her skin in circles and enjoying this very simple pleasure. As she ran the lotion up her arms and over her shoulders she looked over at Dean. She swallowed hard at the intense heat she saw in his expression.

He quirked up the corner of his mouth. "I was wondering when you were gonna notice you were killing me slowly."

"Sorry." Julie grinned impishly and held the lotion out towards him. "Could you do my back?"

She'd mostly been teasing him, but couldn't deny she was thrilled when he took the lotion from her and sat up.

He crooked his finger at her. "Gotta come closer, sweetheart."

She held her towel in place as she turned her back to him and scooted closer. He warmed the lotion up between his palms before he placed his hands on her shoulder blades and began to rub it in. If she thought putting the lotion on herself felt good, Dean's hands spreading the lavender smelling concoction across her skin was absolute heaven.

When he moved down her back and got to her towel, he simply reached around to the front of her and gave it a tug, untucking it and letting it fall away.

He pushed gently on her shoulders and whispered into her ear. "Lay down on your stomach."

Julie shivered but happily stretched out, pillowing her cheek on her folded arms. For the next twenty minutes Dean massaged every inch of her body, the lotion allowing his hands to glide sinuously along her skin, making it come alive beneath his fingers.

By the time he was finished, Julie was desperate for him and she turned over and pulled his lips down to hers. He covered her mouth with his, sipping gently at her lips and pressing close-mouthed kisses across her cheeks. When she whined, and tugged on his hair, trying to get him to kiss her properly he grinned against her lips.

"Ah-ah, sweetheart. I've had nothing but rushed and desperate tastes of you for a very long time. Not that I'm complaining, but tonight..." He dragged this tip of his tongue along the soft curve of her jawline, and nibbled lightly on the hinge of her jaw.

He pressed his sinful mouth to her ear and whispered low and hot. "Tonight, I intend to savor you."

Julie let out a soft sigh. She pushed her hands up under his t-shirt. "Then I wanna savor too. Take it off."

He grinned. "Fair's fair."

He reached behind his head to pull on the collar of his t-shirt and yank it off over his head, revealing his beautiful, toned torso. He quickly shed his sweats and underwear too, so that they were both naked and pressed together.

He leaned forward and caged her in between his arms, hands pressing into the mattress as though he was doing a push up over her.

Julie let her hands travel across his warm skin, eventually running up and down his well-muscled arms as he braced himself above her. She reached up to trail her finger across his bottom lip and shook her head.

"You are the most beautiful man I've ever known, did you know that?"

He scoffed lightly and pressed a soft kiss to her pulse point. "Just tryin' to keep up with you, sweetheart."

She let out a breathless laugh as he trailed his mouth down her throat and across her collarbone. True to his word Dean savored every inch of Julie's skin. Across her stomach his touch was featherlight and he teased her flesh with the lightest, most fleeting kisses. But when he raised his mouth to her breast, he opened wide and pulled a mouthful of her flesh between his lips and devoured her.

They spent a long time simply enjoying each other's bodies, each of them searching out and touching the spots they thought would bring on the most heat, and then relishing the sound of the other's moans and faltering breaths when they found them.

With no sense of urgency, only a languid kind of pleasure, Dean sat up and pulled Julie up with him. He sat comfortably on the bed and then settled Julie onto his lap.

In this new position, Julie reached between their bodies and took hold of Dean's cock, pumping him slowly. Dean threw his head back and Julie leaned forward to scrape her teeth along the column of his throat.

She rose up onto her knees. Keeping hold of his dick, she rubbed the head through her slick folds several times and then spread the wetness over his whole cock, continuing to pump him until he was rock hard in her hand.

She shifted so that he was positioned at her entrance and then slowly sank onto his length, taking him one excruciatingly slow inch at a time.

As she was sinking onto him, Dean pulled her mouth to his and ravaged it, plunging his tongue as deep into her as he could reach, moaning harshly.

When she was fully seated on him, she leaned forward to rest her head on his chest and they stayed joined like that for a few minutes without moving, simply savoring the feeling of being one entity, joined together in pleasure and love.

When they did start to move, it was unhurried, simply rocking against one another. Julie swiveled her hips, finding the exact movement pattern that had his cock brushing against her sweet spot. Then she teased herself by moving against him so his cock would press on it and then she'd pull back.

Dean bent his head and began alternating back and forth between her right and left breast, sucking and pulling on them, causing bolts of pleasure to shoot towards the place where their bodies were joined.

He held her breast in his left hand and feasted on it, while he pushed the fingers of his right hand against her clit, tapping and rubbing it.

The pressure built slowly but intensely between them, until they were both panting into each others mouths, their lips occasionally brushing, tongues sometimes licking up into the other's mouth.

Their arms were wrapped around each other as they ground their hips together with increasing speed.

"Open your eyes. Look at me." Dean's breath was ragged and his voice was hoarse with need as he spoke.

Julie obeyed and immediately lost her soul in the depths of his bright emerald eyes.

They stared into each other as Julie felt the coil in her lower belly finally spring free. A wave of pleasure rolled across her whole body, bringing shudders and shivers and lasting all through Dean's deep groan and his own shaking release.

They sat joined together for a long time after, breathing slowly returning to normal while they ran their fingers through each other's hair and across sweat-soaked skin. Julie laid her cheek against Dean's broad chest again and just relished the peace that washed over her.

When they became sleepy sitting there, they merely shifted a little so they could cover themselves with the blanket before they fell asleep still wrapped around each other, their two hearts beating in sync.

"Jules. Jules, wake up."

Julie grunted softly. "What?" She asked, groggy with sleep.

"Wanna go for a ride?"

Julie cracked one eye open and looked at the man she loved, sitting fully dressed on the side of the bed and jangling car keys in front of her face.

According to the alarm clock beside the bed, it was only five o'clock in the morning, so a million confused questions popped into her head, but she pushed them all away and grinned.

"Absolutely."

Within minutes, Julie was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and Dean had told Cas, who wasn't sleeping anyway, of course, that they were going for a ride. They hopped into Baby and were on their way.

They drove for about a half hour, singing along to a fifteen year old mixed tape of Dean's own making, before he pulled off the highway and down a side road.

"Are you ever going to let me know where we're going?" Julie asked with a laugh, not actually caring about the destination.

Dean pulled up to a clearing at the end of the dirt road and parked at the top of a hill that overlooked a wide vista of open sky, a distant lake spreading out in front of them.

Dean looked across the seat at her and then grabbed her hand. "Come on." He said, bobbing his head sideways towards his door. He dragged her towards him as he opened his door and climbed out. Julie laughed as he pulled her across the leather seat and she bumped the horn as she tried to scramble out after him.

"Sheesh! Wouldn't it have been easier for me to just get out of my side?" Julie asked, shaking her head.

"But then I would have had to let go of your hand." He kissed their entwined fingers.

He walked them around to the front of the Impala and then grabbed Julie's waist to lift her up onto the hood before he hopped up beside her. They watched the sunrise slowly over the distant hills.

"Wow." Julie breathed. "This is so beautiful."

"Yeah, it is. But it isn't why I brought you here." Dean said, turning to face her.

Julie tucked her left knee up under her and rested her right foot on the front bumper so she could face him too.

"Okay." She said with a soft smile. "Then why did you wake me up at this ungodly hour, if not to watch the sun rise?"

Dean smiled slow and beautiful and Julie was blown away by his continued ability to make her heart sing with just one simple action.

"I wanted to tell you..." He ducked his head and the shy gesture was so at odds with his usual cocksure attitude that Julie was intrigued.

He looked up and took a deep breath. "I wanted to tell you that I meant everything I said when I was...when I thought I wasn't going to see you again."

He lifted his hand and held her chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You are...I'm..." He shook his head and tried again. "When I'm with you...I...I'm a..."

He dropped her chin and threw his head back with a growl of frustration. "Dammit. I suck at this."

Julie laughed softly with tears in her eyes. "You're better than you think you are."

Dean looked at her again and he shrugged. "There are a million things I wanna say, but I just don't know how to say them." He ran a hand through his hair. "So, let me just say this. I need you in my life, always. I need you."

He closed his eyes. "And fuck, does that scare the shit outta me."

Julie ran her fingers over his brow bone trying to wipe away the worry there. He opened his eyes and Julie shook her head. "Don't be scared, Dean. Whatever tomorrow brings, we'll face it together."

He nodded and smiled. "You may have just answered my next question."

Julie tilted her head quizzically. "And what question is that?"

Dean lifted up her left hand and stared down at it as he trailed his fingertip down the fourth finger. "Well, I don't have a ring yet, but I was wondering if maybe you'd still consider agreeing to marry me."

He looked up as Julie gasped. "Am I an idiot for asking without a ring?"

"No!" Julie yelled as she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and almost knocking them both off the car.

As she blubbered into his shoulder, Dean frowned, and then pulled her back so he could see her face. "Wait, was that no, to the marrying me part, or...?"

Julie's laugh was choked by tears, but she shook her head. "No, it's yes. I mean, yes, god, of course I'll marry you. I meant no, you're not an idiot for asking without a ring. I don't give a damn about rings."

She captured his mouth in a very teary kiss.

"Thank God." Dean said when she pulled back. "I meant to be so much smoother and cooler about this. I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me, how many times you've saved my life, sometimes even without knowing it. I wanted you to know that I love you. I love you for every scrap of who you are; I even love the things I don't like, like how you refuse to let me get away with anything, how you call me on my bullshit."

He paused and shook his head. "I guess I did manage to tell you all those things after all."

Julie was crying outright now, tears flowing freely and Dean cupped her cheeks and thumbed them away.

"I know I'm probably gonna be a crap husband, but when I'm being an asshole, just remember this moment and how much I love you and how much I want you. And then even if you wanna walk away, please swear you won't. Kiss me instead and tell me I'm being an asshole and I'll do my best to stop. I promise."

Julie laughed and kissed him again. When she pulled back she ran her hands over his scruffy cheeks and swallowed hard. "I swear I'll never walk away from you. I promise to love you when you're being a stubborn bastard if you promise to love me even when I make you wanna scream and throttle me. Deal?"

She reached out her right hand for him to shake and Dean chuckled low and shook it.

"Deal. Hey, I think we just wrote our vows."

They laughed together as Dean covered her mouth with his and kissed her slowly.

He pulled her down to lay beside on the hood, giving her his chest as a pillow and squeezing her tight into his side.

After a few minutes of watching the sun climb higher over the hills, Dean looked down at Julie as she turned her face up to his.

"I do promise I'm gonna get you a great ring. Something with a big diamond." He told her with a grin.

But Julie shook her head, her nose scrunched up. "No, not diamonds." She reached up and ran her fingers across his mouth as she stared into his bright green eyes. "Get me something with, emeralds. After all, green is my favorite color, you know."

9 Months Later February 2013

"Sammy, I think we found the Batcave."

Dean's voice was awash in awe and wonder as the three of them stood looking around the massive bunker they'd just found. Sam and Julie nodded, agreeing that after years of being stomped on by life, it seemed as if they'd finally caught a break.

It took barely a day for them to move into the bunker completely. Dean's choice of decorating style for their bedroom wasn't Julie's favorite, weapons on the wall not really being her idea of décor.

But she loved the record player and all the vinyl and as the weeks turned into months in the bunker, she began to put her own touches here and there; fresh flowers on the desk, pictures of the two of them everywhere. Most of the pictures showed her beaming and Dean smiling good-naturedly at having to pose for yet another picture.

But there were also pictures of the three of them too, the brothers flanking her like giant bookends. There were a few great ones of Benny and Cas as well. Benny was always happy to smile for the picture, but Cas never really understood the concept, and usually just looked perplexed.

But she wanted mementos of their lives everywhere, the good parts of their lives, she wanted to fill the bunker with happiness and love, so that when they came home after a hunt, it really felt like coming home, like a soft place to land, somewhere to heal.

Less than a week after they'd found the place she'd added her first piece of decoration to the room.

Dean wandered in as she was on her knees on their bed, hammering a nail into the wall above the headboard. He got there just in time to hear the meaty sound of the hammer smashing her thumb and her curse.

"Son of a bitch!"

Dean rushed over to her as she turned to him, her thumb stuck in her mouth. He pulled it out and looked at it. Seeing that there was no permanent damage he gave it a kiss and shook his head.

"What are you doing, kid? Tryna break your thumb?"

Julie scowled at him. "Yes. That was my goal all along."

Dean chuckled at her grumpiness and kissed her thumb again before scooping her up in his arms and pulling her into his lap as he sat down.

"What picture are you hanging up now? Please tell me it's a naked one of you!" Dean waggled his eyebrows at her and she rolled her eyes, laughing.

"Well, that would be one way to make sure Sam never accidentally walks in on us!" She shook her head. "No, I'm not hanging a picture at all. I'm hanging this."

From inside her jeans pocket she pulled out the little talisman he'd given her all those years before. It had been held and rubbed and clasped tightly so often, that the embossed trinity knot on the front of the disc had started to be worn smooth.

"Now that we're here, together, we don't have to trade it back and forth." She climbed out of Dean's lap and hooked the ribbon over the nail she'd just hammered into the wall. "We can share it."

She slipped back into Dean's lap and snuggled into him. Dean tilted her chin up with the tip of his finger and nodded before he placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"That's right. Now we can share everything."

They shared another kiss with each other, that led to another and then several more.

Julie sighed as she settled herself against Dean's chest. It felt like such a gift that they were here together, after everything they'd been through. She wrapped her arms around Dean's waist, determined to cherish every safe and happy moment with him.

And when tomorrow came, they would face it together.

The End ❤️

[thora-jane]

Vanilla Ice Cream pt ii (Matt Murdock x Reader)

(a/n) We're back at it again! This chapter is a little longer than the next one. I'm not quite sure how this whole series if going to go but I hope you all enjoy this. I'm a little nervous since I've never written anything about childhood friends before and I don't know if I've read any of that trope either but we'll just see how this goes, shall we?

Summary: you never stopped looking for Matt, and Matt never expected to see you again.

Word count: 1360

Warnings: Idk Foggy says piss twice?

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The two of you sat at the tiny table in his kitchen, “Ca…lum…nies? Matty I don’t know what that word is,” you sounded out the syllables, but it did nothing to help you understand.

“Could you spell it for me?” he asked, turning his head like he’d be able to see.

“C-a-l-u-m-n-i-e-s,” you said slowly.

He paused before responding, “Calumnies. It means slander or lies.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, he uses a lot of big words,” you sighed and looked back down at the page.

“We don’t have to keep reading if you don’t want to,” Matt said, placing his hand on yours.

“Are you sure?” You asked, but you had already started to close the book on Thurgood Marshall, “The book is due tomorrow and I still haven’t finished reading it to you.”

“I’m sure. Maybe they’ll have a braille copy soon.” he shrugged.

The two of you sat there in silence for a moment before you piped up, “I counted the coins in my jar today, and I found enough quarters to get us ice cream!” You reached into the pocket of your shorts and put the quarters on the table for him to count, “The cart should be in the park right now, do you want to go?”

He reached out his hand and ran his fingers over the coins, a smile cracking open on his face, “Yes.”

“Miss? Is everything alright?” He asked again, placing his hands on your shoulders. He didn’t recognize your heartbeat, fast and fluttery. He didn’t recognize your scent, but you still smelled good, like warm vanilla extract mixed with eggs and milk and sugar, basic shampoo and body wash, and fresh herbs. All good smells, but not familiar blended together. He heard your heartbeat falter and you reached for your bag, his jaw tightened and he took a step back, “I’m sorry could I have a name or-”

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I”m doing I just…I…god you wouldn’t recognize me anyway I’m so sorry,” you fumbled. Your face went red and he could feel the warmth radiating from your cheeks. You were embarrassed, still anxious, was he supposed to know you? Why was he sensing all this distress?

“I…I’m sorry, I don’t know if you remember but a few years ago,” His heart sank at the phrase, was this a drunk college hook-up that thought there was something between them? An ex he had just barely managed to forget? “Well, way more than a few years ago. Twenty years ago more like it, I guess. You uh…we used to…” You took a deep breath to collect your thoughts one more time, “I don’t know what I was expecting, hugging you like that. I’m so sorry,” He listened as you fumbled with an introduction one last time, desperately trying to piece together who you were. “I don’t even know if you remember but I was the girl that used to read to you? And we’d go and get ice cream together sometimes and we had school together and we would play and-”

“(y/n)?” hesitancy lined his voice.

He sensed heat prick up around your eyes, Were you about to cry?

You nodded slightly, wiping an eye with the back of your hand, “Hey, Matty.”

The two of you stood there in silence for a moment, you heard the woman set some papers down on the desk behind you and another office door open, “I think we need to check the pipes this coffee kinda tastes like piss- OH!” You turned around. A man with long hair and a dress shirt with the top button unbuttoned stood wide-eyed with a coffee mug in hand.

“Are you Franklin Nelson?” You asked as politely as you could, doing anything to distract you from Matt’s painful silence.

“It’s Foggy, and yes,” he said, dumping the contents of his mug down the drain of the sink, “What can we do for ya?”

“Oh, I was just here to see Mr. Murdock but I should probably be going-” Before you even had a chance to take a step, Matt reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“Wait,” he said softly before turning his head in Foggy’s direction, “Foggy this is (y/n) (y/l/n).”

You watched as realization dawned on Foggy’s face. He looked back at Matt for a moment before walking over to you, “Hey! Matt’s talked about you, what brings you to Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Matt’s talked about me?” you muttered before speaking up, “I actually live here. Well, I grew up here. And then I left for school. And then work had me out and around and then I decided to move back here. Then during all that I saw what happened with Union Allied and…” your voice trailed off, and like magic, a habit from your childhood worked its way back into your speech, “I’m waving my hands around like I don’t know what I’m doing,” You commented over your shoulder to Matt.

“Hoo! Union Allied,” Foggy chuckled, I’ve had enough of those messes to last two lifetimes,” He looked back at you, “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

“Well, I read the article and it mentioned Matty and…” you paused turning your words over in your head, “Actually there’s no good way to say this without sounding stupid, forget I said anything,” you mumbled adjusting the strap on your bag.

“No, please,” Matt said softly.

You turned back to him, painfully aware of his hand around your wrist, “After they took you to the orphanage, I tried so hard to find you,” You couldn’t look him in the face, but couldn’t turn around to the others in the room, “I went there. Every day. Asking if I could see you. But they wouldn’t let me in. Eventually, I showed up one day and they told me you had left, but they wouldn’t tell me where. I looked everywhere. Every time I left the house I kept my eyes peeled hoping you’d still be in Hell’s Kitchen. It drove my parents mad. Then after a few years, I stopped looking all over the place,” You continued, seeing his shoulders relax, there was a look on his face, sadness? Pain? “I started checking whatever records I could find. I looked through old newspapers, pictures, nothing,” You looked down at your bag and sighed, “When the Union Allied article came up, I wasn’t sure if it was real. I guess somewhere along the way I should have realized that all this time had passed and that maybe you wouldn’t want to see me or something. Hell, the last time we saw each other we were nine,” You looked up at him, shrugging, “Sorry if I interrupted your day, would you like it if I left?”

His hand slipped, no longer gripping your wrist and instead interlocking with your fingers, “(y/n)...I thought you forgot about me.”

Your heart broke, and you squeezed his hand softly, “How could I forget about you? You were the best friend I’ve ever had.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, and slowly but surely a smile grew across Matt’s face. Without a second thought he pulled you in for another hug, “I missed you.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, “I missed you too, Matty.”

“So…Does this mean you’re all coming to Josie’s tonight?” Foggy asked after clearing his throat, “I mean you’ve got like what, twenty years of catching up to do? Surely Matt can find some time off from his uh…nightly angst and brooding to come and have a drink with his friends?” He poured himself another cup of coffee and took a sip, spitting it out into his mug and muttering, “God it still tastes like piss.”

You looked back to Matt. He dropped his hand, scratching the back of his head, “I guess maybe if you’d be up for it?”

You smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear, “I mean, I don’t have anything else going on?”

“Great!” Smiled, clapping her hands, “It’s been a while since we all went out and had some fun together. Welcome aboard, (y/n)!”

(a/n) I hope you liked it! If you've read this far remember to go drink some water, eat some food if you can, if it's late maybe consider getting some sleep, do some stretches, remember to take some deep breaths and know that you're loved <3