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lyss-alane · 4 years ago

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Just A Man

Word count: 2288

Summary: Dean isn't able to hide from the reader anymore. “Enemies” to lovers.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: ANGST, hurt Dean, self-loathing Dean, language, 18+, drinking, age gap, Season 14 spoilers!!

A/N: I wrote this fic in one sitting, its literally my first fanfiction. Warning, probably cringe writing!!! but its okay because I plan to improve as I write more. Please be patient with my skills, but I do hope you enjoy :)

All mistakes are mine

This is a work of fiction, must be 18+ to read

Dean was in his room, looking through old pictures again. This is where he found himself the safest, in his home with what’s left of his family around him.

He was flipping through some old polaroids he found under the seat of baby along time ago. There were pictures of Sam as a baby, Dean as a kid. There was some of John and Mary together, laughing. His favorite was the one of Mary holding Sammy, she was smiling and her face was full of love.

He had newer ones too that he charished just the same. One of him and Sam outside of Bobby’s house, working on some old Truck. There was one of Bobby drinking a beer and reading a book on that old wornout sofa of his. And then there was one of her, sitting out side on the porch swing. She had a cup of coffee in her hand and her dog Kansas sitting next to her.

Her head was thrown back in laughter because of something Sam said while taking the picture. Those two were always close. Y/N lived at Bobby’s ever sense she was a little girl. She kept the old man alive, and she became extremely close to Sam, they were the same age and attended some of school together.

Holding the picture in his hand Dean found himself smiling again. He always did when looking at her. No matter how much the two fought or disagreed, Dean couldn’t help but love the girl.

Of course she’d never shown any interest in him. Dean was way to damaged to be blessed with someone as graceful as her. The two faught like cats and dogs, and he was pretty sure she hated his guts.

Y/N stuck around with the boys once Bobby died. She was more than grateful to move around with her best friend, but the eldest Winchester kept her on her toes. Everything the green eyed man did seemed to piss Y/N off. She cared deeply for him of course, but it seemed like no matter what she did it was never enough for him.

Whether is was messing up a hunt, not following orders, or something as simple as forgetting to buy his favorite shampoo when she was on a supply run. She quickly learned to keep her distance. Dean was hard on her, but Sam always said it was how he shows he cared.

They were aquantances, not friends.

That was until last week,

Mary died.

She died tragically, everyone who knew her was hurting, but Dean was down right scary. It scared Y/N to see him like this.

Beilive it or not she knew the man inside and out, she knew how good his heart was and all the horrible shit he went through. She loved him, she always had. He was difficult and grouchy most of the time but she loved him all the more.

She knew Mary’s death hit him harder than anything had before, of course it did, she was his mother.

She decided she was going to make dinner for the boys, they hadn’t had much time to do anything lately with everything going on and a home cooked meal could never hurt.

Dean of course didn’t come out if his room to eat.

Y/n knew he needed time, but lately all he did was stay in that room drinking himself to death. She didn’t want to overstep, but seeing him like this hurt. The last time he acted this way was when they lost bobby, and those memories were something y/n couldn’t think about.

“you think he’s going to be okay?” She asked Sam, biting on her nail.

She was putting a plate of food together to bring to Dean, she normally didn’t show so much care for the man, but lately all she could do was worry. Worry and help out how ever possible.

She never let herself get close to Dean, she already had feeling for the guy and they were hardly even friends. She tried to keep as much distance as she could, but right now she knew the boys needed her, and she wanted to do as much as she could to help.

“ to be honest, I don’t know.” Sam said. His face looked exhausted and his shoulders were slauched. He was picking at the food on his plate.

She hated seeing her friend this way. The Winchester were the strongest people she knew and right now it seemed as if they were breaking.

“ well, he’s gotta eat something” she said, grabbing a water from the fridge and the plate she had made for him. “and so do you ”. She said passing Sam and placing a small kiss on his head.

She hated how much it bothered her to see Dean like this. It literally made her stomach hurt, she was worrying so much. He was never good at talking about his feeling, and Y/N was used to that, but when he shut down completely that scared her the most.

“Dean” she knocked softly on his door “ I brought food”

He was passed out with a beer in his hand, face laying flat on his desk. His head felt like it was going to explode if he opened his eyes but he heard someone’s voice, it sounded soft and quit.

“Dean”

He slowly picked his head up off the table and whipped his face in his hands. He looked like he’d been sleeping for days.

He turned around to find the voice and saw Y/N peaking her head in the door. Her beautiful features fixed with concern. Dean just wanted to kiss the worry from her face, whisper everything she ever wanted to hear.

“ Dean, can I come in” she said.

Of course he couldn’t tell her no, the man could never tell her no. Eventhough he felt like he was dying on the inside right now and looked no better on the outside, just seeing her made him smile.

“Okay” was all he could say, he hated himself for being so weak, for trying so hard to keep her at a distance but right now he could feel his resolve falter.

“ I made you food, you should eat” she said softly, slowly making her way towards him.

His eyes were on her, but it seemed as if he was looking through her. They were puffy and red around the rims. She immediately felt like she was overstepping, but there was no way in hell she was leaving him like this.

She was close enough to him now to smell the stinch of alcohol coming from his every pore. Her stomach was In knots and she felt like she could cry seeing him this way.

“Please eat” she said

“M’not hungry” he slurred.

She slowly made her way towards his desk and put the food next to him despite his protest.

“De-“

“ I said, m’not hungry” he said roughly, pushing the plate away from him

Great, now he was drunk and pissed.

He was stairing down at his lap now, his shoulders slumped in defeat she could have sworn she saw them.. trembling?

Was he crying?

She immediately froze, not knowing what to do. Dean Winchester was crying, he was drunk off his ass, he looked like a broken man and all she wanted to do was pick him up and make him feel whole again.

“De?” She said.

She gently placed her shaking hand on his shoulder and waited for him to react.

His body quickly jerked when he felt her soft touch. He felt like he couldn’t breath or move, he wanted to talk, to scream at her, to jump up and embrace her, to beg her not to leave him. He couldn’t lose her too, but he did just the opposite, he couldn’t help himself.

“ just go, please” he said, softly at first.

It was as if his mind couldn’t catch up with his body, he just sat there and cried, wanting desperately for her to save him, but he’d never admit he needed saving.

The two hardly talk, they practically ovoides each other everyday, so why did he feel like she was his life line? He’s always felt this pull towards her, one he could never escape, but he sure as hell tried.

He was hard on the girl, but only because he needed her to be the best she could be. He was in love with her, ever sense he turned twenty one years old. They were drinking outside in the middle of Bobby’s old junkyard, he had snuk her and Sam some beer.

She was the only person to give him a gift that birthday. A kiss. Small and gentle, it wasn’t even on the lips but it was still a gift, one that he held onto forever. He told her everything that night. How much Sammy had hurt him after leaving for college, how much he resented for being so obsessed. He even told her about his mom, about Hey Jude and how she would cut the crust off his sandwiches. And he fell for her, hard and fast, and it scared him shitless.

So he pushed her away, he fucked everyone in sight and he made her crazy ever chance he got, because she was only going to leave too right ?

but here she was, waiting on him, keeping him alive everyday by just being there, and it made him so angry, because he knew no matter how hard he tried the girl would never leave his mind. she had his heart wrapped around her finger and she didn’t even know it. He was so fresturated, so mad at himself he couldn’t help but take it out on her.

“ hey I’m here” she said

She slowly brought her hands to wrap around his shoulder, only for him to roughly push off.

“ cab you just leave me the fuck alone.” he groaned, quickly standing up from the chair.

“ why the hell are you here Y/N” he yelled, pointing his finger at her “ what makes you think I want to talk to you, out of all people right now”

His voice was shaking, he put his hands In his hair pulling roughly at it. She just stood there, her mouth quivering. She could see his eyes were red and puffy, his jaw was clenched and fresh tears were making their way down his cheeks. She knew he probably didn’t want to talk to her, but what was she suppose to do, let him slowly drift away one by one. She loved him and even though he was a hard ass, she knew he was a good man.

“ God Y/N” he said, burring his face in his hands “ why are you here, why haven’t you left” voice barely above a whisper.

She had tears running down her face now, he really hated her this much? Her body didn’t want to move from him, but she managed to force her self towards the door.

“I-im sorry Dean” she said shaking.

His head quickly snapped up to look at her, like he could hear her broken heart in her voice. His face immediately softened once he saw the hurt in her eyes. Her once hopeful eyes now sheed with tears.

“ No, you don’t understand” he said sighing, like he couldn’t express how he was feeling. “ I treat you like shit everyday, I- I push you away, God I hate myself for it.” He said clenching his jaw.

“WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE, why haven’t you ran away yet Y/N. you’re nothing but good to me and I return the favor by-by hurting you?” He let out a sarcastic laugh “ I hate myself everyday for the way I treat you Y/N” his voice was shaky now, his body was stiff and it looked like it was hard from him to breath.

“ I’m sorry, I'm sorry I push you away, I'm sorry I beat you down everyday ” he said looking down at his lap. Letting out a shaky breath. “ I care for you so much Y/N and... it scares me sweetheart”

She knew now, she understood everything now. Deep down she always knew, he was scared, scared to be close to someone again, scared to lose another friend. She knew Dean Winchester and she knew he was a good man, an amazing man, but he was still just a man. There’s only so much hurt, so much betrayal one man can go through before they break. She just hopes she can put him back together.

She slowly made her way towards him, gently putting her hand on his face. He pushed his face towards her, finally feeling her touch actually brought him to tears. He knew there was no stopping himself now.

She slowly made her way into his lap, wrapping two small arms around his neck and letting his head fall into her shoulder. She held him as tight as she could, and could feel his body starting to relax.

Embracing each other without saying a word. His arms found their way tightly around her, securing her in place as if silently telling her to never leave him, that he needs this, that he needs her.

“I’m here” she said, her voice shaking but her grip around him staying strong.

He let out the strained breath he’d been holding in, his shoulders falling in defeat. He couldn’t help himself but to fall apart in her arms, it was home. The only place he felt safe and secure enough to truly be venerable.

“You don't have t’ do this” he whispered, he couldn't comprehend why she was so nice to him, after everything.

He slowly lifted his head to rest his forehead on hers. He needed her to know how sorry he was, to know how much she meant to him. He cautiously put his lips on hers, waiting for her to back away, to yell or call him stupid.

But here she was, crushing her lips against his, kissing him like she needed air and he was her breath. Holding him together, the most selfless woman.

And he felt like a shell of a man without her arms around him.

He knew then

She was his home and he could no longer run away.

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YES I KNOW VERY CLICHÉ!! Im trying to improve everyday 😬😬😬

I would like to tag some amazing writers who inspire me everyday, I wouldn’t be into fanfiction if it wasn’t for some of them.

Some I talk to, and some I do not but nonetheless I can only wish one day too be as amazing and talented as they are!

So thanks to them for giving me some inspiration!!!

@jay-and-dean @sunlightdances @roonyxx @writingkeepsmewhole @jawritter @talesmaniac89 @hardcoresupernatural @laphirablack @crossbowking @ne-gans

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hopeisour4letteredword · 5 years ago

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innocent bones ch2

Summary: Apollo gets a wake-up call in a few ways. It’s okay, though--he’s got best-friend backup.

Link to AO3 in the notes.

“Goood morning, sunshine!”

“Blrgh,” Apollo says, more to his pillow than Clay. He rolls over and pulls the blankets over his head.

“Oh, are we grouchy this morning? I can drink both of these by myself if you wanna be left alone.”

Apollo peeks out from the covers warily. Clay dangles an iced drink in a plastic café cup tantalizingly over the bed. The morning is already hot, and only promises to get hotter; Apollo knows by the time he has proper clothes on, he’ll want something cold and sweet. He sighs and kicks the sheets aside, stretching.

“Why are you in my apartment?”

“Why were you sleeping with one sock on?”

Apollo looks down. Sure enough, he still has on the sock he’d yanked on at three in the morning. “...Fuck me.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Clay says, batting his eyelashes, then cackles as Apollo swings a pillow at him and chases him around the room. When they reach the kitchenette, Clay successfully diverts his attention to a small paper bag of baked goods. Apollo allows him to exchange the pillow for a chocolate croissant. “To answer your question, I’m here to chill with my best friend on my day off, like we’ve been planning for, oh, the last three weeks?”

Shit. That’s right. Apollo scrubs the crust of sleep from his eyes, shoulders slumping. “Sorry. I remember now.”

Clay smiles easily and slides him the drink. Apollo sips. Peachy oolong tea with lemonade. “No harm, no foul. Seriously, though. Why the sock?”

“I had the most surreal fucking night,” Apollo says, and tells him about it. Clay starts laughing uproariously as soon as he mentions the teeth. He doesn’t stop until Apollo concludes with Prosecutor Debeste’s intervention.

“Oh, man,” Clay chuckles, wiping at the corners of his eyes. “How does this shit happen to you?”

“If I knew, don’t you think I would try to stop it?”

“I don’t know, would you?” Clay smirks maddeningly and bites into his muffin. Through a mouthful of crumbs, he drawls, “I’m sure you suffered so much with a handsome man vying for your attention.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, you disgusting goblin.”

“Ach, Herr Forehead,” Clay says, in the worst fake German accent Apollo has ever heard. “When I’m sad and lonely, you’re the first one I think of to cheer me up. Oh, how I wish you were here with me—“

Apollo seizes the pillow again. Clay rushes to get a grip on it before he can take a swing. They struggle for control until they both tip out of their chairs and go crashing to the hard, unforgiving linoleum floor in a heap.

“Ow,” Clay says. “Huh. I’ve had more exciting tumbles.”

“And Mr. Starbuck trusts you to pilot a rocket with him,” Apollo scoffs, feeling a bit ow himself.

“Please, I’m much nicer to Mr. Starbuck than I am to you, I don’t have to worry about fighting with him.”

They attempt to sit up. Clay somehow maneuvers their tangled limbs apart without injury to either of them. Apollo moves to stand, but Clay slings his legs across Apollo’s own before he can go anywhere.

“Hey,” Clay says, low and serious. “For real. You okay? You didn’t have any new nightmares because of all that, did you?”

Apollo winces. “...No.”

“What was that face for?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re an awful liar and you know it.” Clay frowns, concern creasing his brow. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right? You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. But I’m here for you, dude.”

“I know, space cadet. Calm down.”

“Alright, alright.”

Clay moves his legs out of the way. It’s Apollo’s turn to interrupt him before he can rise by dropping his head onto Clay’s shoulder.

“Worse than a nightmare,” he mutters.

“What? What’s worse than a nightma—oh, my God,” Clay gasps. “You had a sex dream?!”

“WH—NO!”

“MY BABY BOY IS GROWING UP!”

“I DID NOT HAVE A SEX DREAM!”

Apollo tries to smack him. Clay catches his hand and wrestles him into a headlock.

“The most important thing to remember is that this is a normal part of puberty,” Clay says, solemnly, even as Apollo shrieks with dismay. “Every growing boy—“

“I WILL KICK YOUR ASS.”

“Like you could? Alright, sunshine, let’s hear it. What’s worse than a nightmare, aside from a sex dream?”

“I don’t want to tell you anymore,” Apollo says, sulkily, voice muffled by Clay’s arm.

“Come on, don’t be like that.” Clay pats his head with his free hand. Apollo grumbles some more. “Is it really that embarrassing?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, then it’s about feelings.”

“Wh—how did you—I mean, what makes you think that?!” Real smooth, Justice. Apollo can feel the hot flush of mortification on his face.

“Honestly, dumbass, how long have we been friends? You think I don’t know how your brain works as well as you know mine?”

“That doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Yeah, you’re busy saving all your affection for Klav—ow! Don’t hit me!”

“Shut up! God.”

“You know you get to have a crush, right? That’s normal and okay.”

“I don’t want to have a crush,” Apollo moans, hopelessly. Clay finally releases him from the headlock so he takes the opportunity to bury his face in his hands. He hates catching feelings. He always blows it somehow. It doesn’t help that they never have these conversations anywhere less weird than the kitchen floor. “He’s my colleague. I need to be professional. Our working relationship is too important for me to fuck this up.”

“He got lonely while he was high on painkillers and called you at three AM and you’re still going on about professionalism?”

“It sounds stupid when you say it like that.”

“That’s because it is stupid.”

“Your face is stupid.”

“I’m serious, man. Like, if you wanted concrete evidence that he considers you a friend outside of your working relationship, it just got handed to you on a silver platter. There’s no way you’re the first friend he’s ever had that’s been a little into him.”

“...I guess that’s true.”

“Who knows? Maybe he’s a little into you too.”

Apollo gives him an incredulous look.

“It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to happen to you in the last year, that’s all I’m saying! And he has an awful lot of nice things to say about you for a courtroom rival.”

“We’re not rivals,” Apollo says, mostly on automatic. Clay ruffles his hair as they clamber to their feet.

“Sure, sure. Hey, speaking of things he has to say, has he said anything to you this morning?”

“How should I know? Somebody bullied me out of bed and I left my phone behind.”

“I’ll go get it, you eat breakfast.”

Apollo finishes his croissant. After a moment, Clay tosses his phone at him.

“Do I really have to check it right now?”

“If you’re gonna be such a big baby about it, I can check it for you.”

“Ugh. No, fine, I’ll look.”

Klavier Gavin, 9:04am

hey, i just wanted to apologize for last night. i hope i didn’t scare you too badly. i remember you saying i owed you one, so let me know if you come up with a way i can apologize.

Apollo lets out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Clay makes a questioning sound and a grabby hand gesture. Apollo passes his phone over, obligingly, and steals a chunk of Clay’s muffin while he reads it for himself.

“Totally normal,” Clay says. “See? It’s fine. You’re fine.”

“I’m fine,” Apollo echoes. He takes his phone back and sips absentmindedly at his iced tea as he types.

Apollo Justice, 10:38am

I’m going to change your contact name to “Teeth Theft Victim.”

How’s your mouth this morning?

Klavier Gavin, 10:39am

HF no :(

not the worst. definitely not as bad as it was last night!

i had some painkillers when i got up. mostly just feels a little weird rn

Apollo Justice, 10:41am

That sounds about right.

Klavier Gavin, 10:42am

did you get back to sleep okay?

Apollo Justice, 10:43am

Yeah, I’m fine.

Klavier Gavin, 10:43am

you’re always fine, HF ;P

Apollo Justice, 10:44am

I bet you think you’re clever.

I got plenty of sleep. Don’t worry.

Klavier Gavin, 10:45am

i am sincerely sorry though. seriously, let me know if i can make it up to you somehow

“Do I actually seem angry?” Apollo asks Clay, mystified. Clay peers over his shoulder at the message thread. “He didn’t really do anything wrong, considering his mental state at the time. I’m not trying to be brusque with him.”

“Tell him to take you out for coffee,” Clay says.

“What? Why? Where did that come from?”

Apollo Justice, 10:47am

All you have to do is not call me at 3AM saying ominous things without context again.

I know this is a terribly high bar to meet, but I have faith that you’ll rise to the occasion.

Klavier Gavin, 10:48am

you really thought i was actively dying, didn’t you?

were you actually on your way out the door?

Apollo Justice, 10:49am

I thought you had gotten roofied. Of course I was on my way out the door.

Klavier Gavin, 10:50am

my knight in shining armor ;)

“TELL HIM TO TAKE YOU OUT FOR COFFEE,” Clay yells, aggressively shaking Apollo by the shoulder. Apollo yelps and almost drops his phone.

“He’s always like this! It doesn’t mean anything!”

“I WILL DO IT MYSELF.”

“Do what yourself?! Take him out for coffee?! Fine! I hope you’re very happy together!”

“God, and you mean it, too. You’re hopeless, AJ. No game at all. Give me your phone.”

“NO!”

Apollo Justice, 10:52am

awerrttrtrtFSDFFG

Klavier Gavin, 10:52am

?? HF??

Apollo Justice, 10:53am

BRB

Have tio kickmny friendsd ass

Apollo does not kick Clay’s ass, because Clay has fifty pounds of muscle on him and Apollo hasn’t gotten in a real fight since he was a middle schooler, but he damn well tries. It’s the effort that counts. Maybe. Hopefully.

Apollo Justice, 11:12am

COFFREERE

Klavier Gavin, 11:14am

??????

Apollo Justice, 11:15am

TAKE HIM OUT TO COFFEE

Klavier Gavin, 11:16am

who am i speaking to??

Apollo Justice, 11:17am

DONT QWORRT ABT UT

Klavier Gavin, 11:18am

i’m a little worried about it

is Herr Justice okay??

Apollo Justice, 11:18am

YEA HES FINE

IM BULLYING HIMN

Klavier Gavin, 11:20am

that doesn’t sound very fine

Apollo Justice, 11:21am

I am so fucking sorry.

Klavier Gavin, 11:21am

are you alright?

Apollo Justice, 11:23am

I’m fine.

I’m with a friend right now and he decided to be obnoxious.

Klavier Gavin, 11:24am

by which i suppose you

mean he stole your phone

Klavier Gavin, 11:25am

That and putting me in a headlock.

Klavier Gavin, 11:25am

Apollo Justice, 11:26am

I’m fine, honestly. We roughhouse all the time.

It’s mostly my pride that hurts.

“Bet you ten bucks he offers to kiss it better,” Clay says, slurping obnoxiously at the dregs of his iced tea. As winner’s spoils, he has retained eavesdropping privileges. Textdropping? Wiretapping? Fuck it, Apollo doesn’t know.

“He will not,” Apollo says, through gritted teeth, valiantly attempting to suppress the red-hot surge of embarrassment to his cheeks.

Klavier Gavin, 11:28am

well then, we all know you’ll survive that one :P

Apollo Justice, 11:30am

Ouch. Rub more salt in the wound, why don’t you?

“You owe me ten bucks,” Apollo announces.

“You motherfucker, you didn’t even take the bet!”

“It was implied! You would have made me give you ten dollars.”

Clay grudgingly pulls out his wallet and gives Apollo a five, three ones, and a fistful of change. He hands it over way too fast to have figured out how much the change is worth, but then Clay is actually good at numbers shit, so maybe he did. Anyway, Apollo cares more about the principle of the exchange than receiving exactly ten dollars.

Klavier Gavin, 11:31am

i prefer to think of it as a salve to help you heal faster

Apollo Justice, 11:32am

By making fun of me?

Klavier Gavin, 11:33am

by reminding u that u can pull through these hard times!

Apollo Justice, 11:34am

Sure.

Klavier Gavin, 11:35am

but hey, for real. do you want to go out for coffee sometime?

“YES,” Clay hollers, victoriously. Apollo wants to curl up under the table and die of mortification.

“I can’t believe you. He thinks he has to do this because I got inconvenienced last night. This is stupid, Clay, why would you do this to us?”

“Because,” Clay says, “He flirts with you, constantly, and you’re who he calls at three AM when he’s in pain and he wants to talk to someone to distract him, and you have a crush that can be seen from space. It’s my job as your best friend.”

“It’s really not.”

“Uh-huh. Tell the nice man you’ll go out for coffee with him.”

Apollo Justice, 11:39am

You really don’t have to take me out just because of what happened last night.

Clay was being absurd.

Klavier Gavin, 11:41am

okay, sure, i understand

but do you WANT to?

Apollo Justice, 11:42am

I mean. Yeah.

If you’re sure.

Klavier Gavin, 11:43am

i’m positive :)

Apollo Justice, 11:44am

Then coffee would be cool.

“Cool,” Clay echoes. “God, AJ, you’re a mess. I love you so much. Cool, he says, when the actual rockstar asks him out on a date.”

“You bullied the rockstar into asking me on a date,” Apollo snaps, red-faced.

“I didn’t do a damn thing to him except offer a suggestion. He didn’t get put in a headlock.”

Klavier Gavin, 11:45am

Großartig! i have a meeting tomorrow afternoon, but perhaps tuesday?

Apollo Justice, 11:46am

Tuesday is fine.

What time? Where are we going?

Klavier Gavin, 11:48am

let’s say 3pm? and it’s a surprise ;)

Apollo Justice, 11:49am

I won’t be footing the bill if you drag me out to some weird, fancy upscale tea bar.

Klavier Gavin, 11:50am

nein, don’t be ridiculous. it’s my treat

“Ooh, what a gentleman!”

“Can’t you stop reading over my shoulder and let me set this up in peace now?!”

“No, I just scored you a date and you elbowed me very hard in the stomach earlier. I earned this.”

Apollo Justice, 11:52am

Does that mean it IS a weird, fancy upscale tea bar?

Klavier Gavin, 11:53am

actually it means i haven’t decided yet

Apollo Justice, 11:54am

Ah. Foolish me, then.

How am I supposed to get there if it’s a surprise?

Klavier Gavin, 11:55am

oh, you can just meet me at my office and i’ll drive us there

...unless you’re still afraid of my motorcycle? :P

Apollo Justice, 11:58am

I’m not afraid.

But you better have a second helmet.

Klavier Gavin, 12:00pm

don’t i always, Schatz?

“You go on his motorcycle?” Clay says, outraged and oblivious while Apollo can feel himself going scarlet from the roots of his hair all the way down to his collar. “This is so unfair. You’ll barely get in a car with me, and you’re terrified of motorcycles. How long did it take you to realize you like this guy again?”

Through gritted teeth, Apollo says, “You drive like you’re trying to die young, and Klavier is the only person I know who consistently follows every single traffic law to the letter.”

“Sounds like—“

“Also, we work together, and basically every time I’ve gotten a ride from him has been to or from case-relevant locations.”

“—Like excuses to me. What does Schatz mean, anyway?”

“I don’t know,” Apollo lies. Clay’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. He’s not that oblivious, then.

“Uh-huh.”

Apollo Justice, 12:04pm

I guess so.

Klavier Gavin, 12:05pm

so tuesday at 3pm, meeting at my office, then?

Apollo Justice, 12:06pm

Works for me.

I have to go, I’m supposed to be hanging out with Clay today. But I’ll see you Tuesday?

Klavier Gavin, 12:09pm

tuesday it is! i can’t wait to see you ;)

and tell your friend i said danke, ja?

Apollo Justice, 12:11pm

Thanks, he wasn’t already being insufferable enough.

“Oh I’m the fucking best,” Clay says, gleefully. Apollo tries to hide a smile, but it’s pointless. Clay has already thrown an arm around his shoulders to squeeze him in a tight side-hug. “Who is the best friend in the whole wide world who probably just got you laid?”

“Clay.”

“Remember this when I’m done with my mission and I have time to date again, okay? I expect equally enthusiastic wing-manning from you.”

“You have literally never needed me to wingman for you,” Apollo says, with fond exasperation. “Besides, what happened to that alien boyfriend you keep insisting you’ll come back with?”

“Well, maybe he’ll only be my alien work-friend when I come back, and I’ll need my dear friend to help me push past my misconceptions about professionalism to find true love.”

“Good grief,” Apollo says, as the blush that had been steadily dying down on his face flares back to life. “True love? It’s one coffee date. Slow it on down.”

Clay opens his mouth, probably with the intent to say more wild shit about Apollo’s upcoming date (a date! With Klavier! Is Apollo still in a weird exhaustion-induced feelings dream?), so Apollo hurriedly jumps in to say, “So how did you want to spend your day off? Video games? Movies?”

“I want to kick your ass at Smash Bros,” Clay says.

“I think we can arrange that.”

“Almost as easily as we just arranged—“

“Pushing your luck, Terran.”

“I learned that from the very best,” Clay says, nudging Apollo’s shoulder with his own with a fond grin. Apollo can’t help but smile back.

“I guess you did.”

#klapollo #Klavier Gavin #apollo justice #clay terran #ace attorney #long post

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hoe4parker · 6 years ago

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I wish u would write a fic where peter is trans and he can’t cum, like either bc of the spider bite or some other reason he isn’t ever able to finish. He gets really frustrated and when Tony finds out somehow he offers to help and gets Peter off and decides he never want to do anything else except play with his boys little dick and wet holes 🙈

I decided to make him not be able to cum bc ppl with vaginas rarely get to cum bc life is ass sooo (also, if I use any verbiage that isn’t accurate or upsets anyone IM SO SORRY!!! I’m not a trans person myself and am trying my best here) also Peter is 19 bc I’m 19 and I felt like it (also Peter’s had top surgery already)

Peter has been…. Grouchy recently. Tony noticed it the second he had walked in on Monday and now here it’s Friday and the boy is still huffy and pouty and just in an overall sour mood. Tony considers prying, and decides against it in the fear of upsetting the boy even more but god, something has to give here, the boy has been completely unapproachable all week.

Peter sits with a scowl on his face, barely tinkering with his project in the lab when

Tony finally reaches his breaking point.

“What has been up with you lately?” There’s sting in his voice and Peter looks taken aback for a few seconds before regaining his frown and huffing out an ‘it’s none of your business.’

“You’ve made it my business, you’ve made it everyone’s business with how pissy you’ve been all week.” Tony rubs a hand down his face, frustrated with where the conversation is headed. “What’s been going on? Is it Flash again? You know I’ll kill that little bastard.”

“It’s not Flash, Mr. Stark it’s me.” Peter grumbles, hands falling to cross over his chest again.

“What with you, Peter? I just want to help.”

“You can’t fucking help.” Peter snaps, swivelling in his chair to face away from Tony.

“Lose the fucking attitude and get out of my lab or tell me what the fuck is going on with you.” Tony’s voice leaves no room for argument, and Peter takes a deep breath before finally letting his angry facade fall until it’s replaced with near embarrassment.

“Icacum.” He mumbles, voice barely recognizable.

“What?”

“I.. cacum.” Peter mumbles again, eyes welling with tears.

“Peter, speak up, you know you can tell me anything.”

“I CAN’T CUM, TONY. OKAY?” And suddenly the boy is out of his seat, huffing out angry breaths. “I DON’T KNOW IF IT’S JUST BROKEN FROM THE T THERAPY BUT I’M SO FUCKING HORNY AND I CAN’T GET ANY SORT OF RELEASE AND I FEEL LIKE I’M DYING.”

Silence rings through the room before Tony’s stifling a quiet laugh into his hand.

“This isn’t fucking funny, I feel like I’m being eaten alive.” Peter crosses his arms again, glaring at the older man.

“Sweetie, oh my god. You aren’t broken, I’ve had my fair share of all of the bits and I can say it’s a lot harder to work with what you’ve got than someone who was born with a penis.”

Peter sighs at Tony’s words, arms falling to his sides. “I just want to cum, Tony. Why does it have to be so hard.” His voice is back to whining again, a pout covering his face. “You’ve made it happen before, right? You’ve made people with my parts cum before?” The hope in his voice makes Tony’s gut clench and his pants tighten.

Tony clears his throat, trying to push down his thoughts before responding. “I, uh, I have.”

Peter glances up at Tony with wide eyes. “Mr. Stark, can you please make me do that? Can you please make me cum?” He moves to crawl into Tony’s lap, looping his arms around the older man’s neck. He plants a kiss to Tony’s cheek and trails them down his neck while whispering tiny ‘please?’s.

“Pete- I don’t know, I don’t know if we should.” Tony grits, going against everything his own body is begging for in the hopes of holding on to the last bit of innocence his relationship held with the boy.

“Tony, pleeeease.” Peter whines, locking eyes with Tony with a pout before grinding his hips down onto Tony’s hard on. “Can feel that you’re hard for me, could show you how hot I am for you.” He pointedly ground his hips down again, the lips covering his hole plush against Tony’s hardness.

“If you want to stop, or I do something that makes you feel anything negative, I want you to tell me to stop. Okay?” Tony’s voice is stern, serious and level in light of their current situation.

“Promise I will, pinky swear Tony, just want you to make me cum.” Peter’s nearly bouncing on Tony’s lap now in anticipation. Tony scoops the boy up, making his way to his bedroom to toss the boy onto the soft bed.

He takes his time kissing the boy wet and deep, tongue exploring each region of the boy’s soft mouth before slowly tracing his lips down the boy’s throat. He lowers his hands to the hem of Peter’s shirt and waits for the little nod before slowly peeling it off from his lithe little body. Tony runs his hands down Peter’s sides, mouth coming to rest at his right nipple, teeth clenching around it and tongue laving at the hardened bud. Peter lets out a sharp gasp at Tony’s movements, the sting from his teeth making his body burn all over.

Tony’s fingers slowly make it to Peter’s jeans, popping the button open and peeling them away to where Peter laid covered by his boxers. Tony carefully lays his hands over the waistband of Peter’s boxers when a small voice comes from above him.

“Tony, I’m a boy. I’m a boy.” His voice barely comes out as a whisper, eyes pleading towards Tony.

“You’re the best boy, honey. The best, so handsome. I’m so lucky.” He places a kiss on Peter’s inner thigh and revels in the short gasp the boy lets out. Peter’s hands trail down to tangle in Tony’s hair and nods to the older man to take his boxers off. Tony pulls the boxers down Peter’s legs and looks up at the boy before clamping his mouth over his heat.

Tony’s tongue dances over Peter’s nub, lips coming to suckle around it while he uses his teeth to scrape over the hood.

“Oh fuck, Tony.” Peter gasps, head thrown back while his hand tugs at Tony’s hair.

Tony grins around Peter’s cocklet, thumb coming to circle around the wet hole in front of him, he traces over it until Peter seems relaxed and slowly lets his middle finger slip into the heat. He keeps his lips suckling around the sensitive nub while he crooks his finger upwards, searching for the certain spot residing in Peter’s little body.

“FUCK.” Peter’s whole body seizes up when Tony’s fingertip strokes over his spot. “Tony ohmygo-I I, I need more, give me more.” His chest heaves with each breath, body soaking in the new pleasures with each of Tony’s movements.

Tony presses a second finger into the wetness, stretching Peter’s walls to make room for the new intrusion. The extra surface area allows him to apply more pressure to the spot in Peter’s body, stroking over it with a stronger pulse. He suckles Peter’s spot harder on a certain press of his fingers and the boy lets out an absolute wail. Peter’s hand comes to press Tony’s face deeper between his thighs and Tony feels a wave of pride at how Peter’s thighs shake around his head.

“TonyTonyTony, fuck, Tony, ohhh, oh my god. Ugh.” Peter’s breaths come out unevenly, his whole chest heaving as he stares down at the man between his legs. Tony runs his hands over Peter’s thighs as he comes down from his high.

“That okay?” Tony’s voice seems smug, like he already knew what answer he was going to get.

“More than okay, Tony. Fuck.” Peter huffs, legs still spread around Tony’s shoulders. “We’re gonna do that again sometime, okay?”

Tony grins up at the boy, kissing his thigh once again. “Can’t wait.”

#starker #nff #trans!peter #peter parker #tony x peter #tony stark #writing #ask #kinda proud

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kgookie-blog · 7 years ago

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siblings | jikook

Chapter 19 | promise (FINAL)

Hours later, Jimin and Jungkook left the room. By now, almost everyone left, leaving Hoseok, Yoongi, and Namjoon to help clean up. An angry Yoongi could be heard in the halls, bickering with the 2 boys.

"Every year we have to deal with this. Why do we have to clean up other people's messes? AND IT WAS OUR SHOW!". Yoongi yelled at Hoseok and Namjoon, sighing and shaking his head every so often. Jungkook made his way to Yoongi and slapped him on the back of his head.

"Stop complaining you grouchy grandpa". Yoongi looked taken aback. "RUDE! I'll have you know, Im very active-". Hoseok cut off Yoongi and looked at Jimin suspiciously. "Why were you in the same room as Jungkook? I didn't see you for the rest of the night".

Namjoon who obviously knew what happened put his hands on Hoseok's back and explained. "Im sorry to ruin your ears and possibly your innocence but....they were fucking, plain and simple".

Hoseok had the most disturbed look on his face. "TMI". Namjoon scoffed and rolled his eyes. "TMI? TMI?! I feel like I just had war flashbacks. You can say TMI but you and Mr. Hong Kong over here shake the room up all night. The walls are so thin, I can practically feel everything. At the end of the night, It feels like I was the one who got fucked".

Jungkook, Jimin, and Yoongi were practically wheezing on the ground laughing. The sheer look of terror was all over Hoseok's face. "Cmon Yoongi! Back me up here!".

"Hey! It was my ass that was in jeopardy".

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Both Jimin and Jungkook end up leaving later that night after Namjoon got his life ripped to shreds by Hoseok. "Sometimes, I wonder what goes on when we aren't there". Jungkook agrees with a nod, catching up to Jimin on the sidewalk. "I didn't know you knew them too. You never speak to anybody else but Chae Mi".

"Yeah, they went to music school with me when I was like 14," Jimin answered. After a while of walking, Jungkook sighed and asked Jimin a question. "Sooo.....what now?". A puzzled look appeared on Jimin's face, scrunching his nose in thought. "Well, what do you mean?".

"Wellll, 1. Its cold out and my arms are turning into icicles and 2. You know...". Jimin finally understood and smiled. "Ohhhh, I get it now, sorry for that".

"Hm, how far is your hotel from here?" asked Jimin. Jungkook pulled out his phone and looked at where he saved the location. "Its like 8 miles walking mate". "Why didn't you get a taxi or something?". Jungkook pondered and thought. "Well, I didn't want to go back and see my ex on the bed again and I wanted to walk with you. Is that such a crime?".

Jimin laughed and thought about the situation with Jungkook's ex. "Do you still like her?". Jungkook choked on air and shook his head repeatedly. "Why would you ever think that when I love you? Hmm?". Jimin huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I just get jealous when you speak about her".

"Awwwe, my baby Jiminie getting jealous. I will never love anybody as much as I love you and I will never love her, understood?". Jimin shook his head in agreement, "What about your parents?".

"I love you 5% more than my parents". Jimin huffed and pouted, "Only 5%?".

"Maybe 6%"

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Jimin ended up bringing Jungkook to his hotel since it was closer, both of them laying in the bed with robes on. The dim lights from outside shone through the window. "It feels good to be your boyfriend you know?".

"Jungkook chuckled at this, turning over to look at Jimin's face. Jimin doing the same kissed the tip of his nose and hid halfway under the covers. "You are too cute Jimin. My heart is going to explode in the middle of our relationship if you don't stop".

Jimin peeped up for one second. A muffled "Sorry, no can do", escaped his hips. "Oh really huh?"

Jungkook leaned over and placed his hands on Jimin's sides, squeezing them softly. Jimin giggled and moved around, trying to get out of his hold. "Stop it! It tickles Jungkook!".

"But why do you think I should stop? Do you think you deserve it?" He asked. Jimin continued to squirm, giggling with every squeeze to his sides. "Yes, I do deserve it! Cmon! Im dying!".

Jungkook finally let's go to let Jimin breathe, Jimin taking in air while scrunching up his face. "Why are you so mean...meanie pants". Jungkook laughed at this remark and squished Jimin's cheeks together. "If that's mean to you, you don't want to see me mad, bunny".

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Jimin woke up to the bed empty. The blankets a shriveled mess, tangled in Jimin's legs. "Kookie? Where are youuuu" Jimin sang aloud. He scanned the room looking for Jungkook. His eyes still trying to adjust the brightness of the room. He finally landed on a shirtless Jungkook walking out of the bathroom.

"Sorry Jimin, I went to go take a shower". Jimin pouted and threw his arms in the air. "Without me? How dare you". Jungkook chuckled and shook his head. "Well, Im sorry. Im, not the one who wouldn't wake up after being shoved legit 40 times".

Jimin smiled and nodded, showing that he understood. He watched Jungkook find his clothes for the day. Both of them had to head back to Busan....well, at least Jimin will.

"Hey Jimin, while you are here, I might as well tell you this now". Jimin shifted onto the bed, waiting for Jungkook to continue. "I won't be coming back with you to Busan, ok?"

"That's fine. You can take as long as you need here. I mean, I hope you come back and live with me eventually right?". Jungkook was silent. Too silent for Jimin as he grew skeptical. "Why do you need to stay here longer?"

Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed with a worried look on his face. "Jimin, I need to go on a business trip with my dad".

"Ok...Why do you need to tell me this, Im fine with that? You do what you need to do".

"Well...I'll be gone for a long time Jimin. Kara is also coming with me". Jimin's face immediately grew hot. He didn't understand why Kara needed to come. It was his trip, why was she invited? "My dad thought that bringing Kara would be good for me. I don't know why, seeing that she and I broke up a long time ago, but he won't take no for an answer".

"Can I trust you Jungkook?". Jungkook was taken aback by this. He would never have thought those words would come out of Jimin's mouth. He took hold of Jimin's hands and held them gently. "Yes, Jimin. Never think that you cant trust me. Ever. You know how hard Ive tried to get you. Why would I screw that up?"

Jimin slid his arms around Jungkook's torso, hugging him close. "I don't want you to leave me already". "Don't worry Jimin. I keep in contact with you the whole time. You don't need to freak out".

"You promise?". Jimin stuck his pinky out for Jungkook to hold with his. Jungkook wrapped his pinky around Jimin's tiny one and held it tight, ushering a smile his way.

"I promise"

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A/N - there is a second book dont worry c:

#jikook #jikookff #bts #btsff #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #jungkook #jimin

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hyperesthesias · 7 years ago

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Loki x Sigyn

Love Never Dies | Part II

Rating: E

Words: 2.915

Summary: Jane’s stay on Asgard is not entirely what she had hoped -- Thor gone, Odin less than welcoming, and a cantankerous Loki as her chaperone. But is there a reason for his more-than-usual grouchiness?

Notes: damn this one’s long. sorrynotsorry. anyway i hope you like it. im really loving writing this one. hopefully more will be revealed in the next chapter. even im excited.

The morning on Asgard was rather different -- Jane awoke not with the ebbing light of daybreak through the balcony doors as she might have if she had been on her own homeworld, but it seemed as though the light were insufferable and inescapable. It swallowed everything around her, dampened only by the briefly open curtains around the bed; she reckoned they were placed out of forethought rather than decoration. It took her many moments of lying on her back with her eyes forcefully closed in an attempt to will herself back to sleep before she realised it was futile, and she might as well have been wide awake. It took her even longer to appreciate the fact that though the light from Asgard’s main star was permeating, it was not utterly warm -- like that of the desert Sun in New Mexico, or any number of places she’d visited on Earth. If there was one thing she had learned -- and learnt quickly in her field -- it was that the Sun was a harsh and unforgiving master of the dying earth beneath it. Thus, she lay there for some while, struggling between half awakeness and coherentness, likening that the reasoning was because Asgard took care of its world, of its atmosphere, rather than humans who had quite literally punched a hole through theirs. Hers. Was she so ready to think of herself as separate? Was it arrogance? Or was it something else?

This thought awakened her more than any familiar feeling of astronomy or physics. For it was the branch of a thought seeded deep within her subconscious -- a seed she was neither ready nor willing to exhume.

Instead, she buried it deeper in the soil of her thoughts and pushed herself out of the bed she’d been given graciously by the Queen Frigga, Thor’s mother. She smiled at the relation -- they were so similar in appearance, and yet they seemed so opposite in personal likeness. She considered it sweet, endearing, that he was capable of such faithful love despite differences. Even grave differences.

She found a frown on her face when her thoughts turned to his dark haired brother, Loki, who resided in the suite beside hers. She had been given the suite in between the brothers. Jane had asked the Queen if the space had already existed between them, or if something had been rearranged -- for she would have felt horribly guilty had been the latter. But much to her relief, and somewhat expectancy, the gap had remained. She explained the brothers’ fighting was insufferable, nearly audible through the whole royal wing of palace if they were not separated, thus, their suites had been adjusted. Frigga had to decide who moved and who stayed, for they fought over that too, she revealed.

Jane felt a pitiful grin emerge over her as she dressed herself and readied herself for the day -- pausing in uncertainty of what to do with herself whilst Thor was away on Odin’s convenient ‘peace-keeping’ mission. Nonetheless, she would attend breakfast as she did the day prior and hope for the best.

She remembered the way to the breakfast room with ease, quickly strolling down the long hallways as she came to it, where she was dismally surprised to see Loki already seated and eating.

“Ah, look who decided to partake,” his insults began.

“Good morning,” she grumbled back, deciding not to hide the equal amount of bitterness -- bitterness if only to hide the confusion of how or what to feel or do around him. “You’re up early.”

“I’m an early riser,” he mused as he sipped something warm from a mug.

“More like an insomniac -- I heard you tossing last night,” she sighed and sat down, at the place she’d taken the day before, tossing a glance at him all the way at the other end of the table.

He only pursed his lips. “Perhaps you should be more selective in your hearing.”

“And maybe you should try some tea or warm milk,” it was half sarcasm, half actual suggestion, as she was surprised by a servant who brought her plate.

“I doubt such trivial things will be of help,” he muttered, cursing himself after he spoke that he had revealed her to be correct in her assumption.

She watched his expression draw and grow dark as he ceased his meal and placed a thumb to his lips, his eyes unmoving and pensive. “Nightmares?” she assumed -- only because she recalled her own demeanour to be similar after her own experience with Malekith and the Aether; the fear it begot stirring in her nightmarish and strange dreams that had yet to cease.

“Careful, girl -- you know not of what you speak,” he snapped, his eyes the only things about him to move as they landed on her with prejudice.

She quickly bit her tongue, trying to hide the fear of what he might do -- frightened that she had irreparably offended him in someway and she would yet face retribution.

But she did not hide it well enough, and he saw the fear on her -- he smelt it on her, untamed and wild, he could recognise it anywhere, if only by empathy. He drew a sharp breath, feeling the grit of guilt on his teeth for having being short with her -- she was young, innocent, unknowing of the burden he bore, unknowing of her hand in worsening it. And altogether he could hear Sigyn’s quiet, soothing voice brush against his ear:

‘She cannot help her limitations, be kind, my love. Be kind.’

A heavy respire brought round bother her attention and his words back to him: “I have been deemed by Odin to accompany you throughout the palace,” he began, refusing to look at her, instead at the half eaten plate beneath him. “You are not to attend anywhere I am not, you are not to speak to any one I do not deem necessary, you are not to wander from, pester, or otherwise interfere with me or those around you.”

She tried -- for Thor’s sake -- not to take too personally his tone or his words, but at least they hadn’t come with as much spite. “So you’re...my babysitter?” she concluded, unsure if that had been an insult to Loki or her by Odin.

“Think of me as more of a...cultural liaison,” he motioned, and made the mistake of looking up at her -- briefly taken aback at the way the morning’s light struck her, they way her eyes seemed to be...on fire. He saw in that moment, not Jane, the Midgardian, but Sigyn, the Queen and Guardian of Nashtar, the Forest Realm. His wife, his love, his everything.

But the image was abruptly taken from him as reality merged with the fictitious image in all but a second and he was along again. He tore his sights from her once more and placed them at the plate before him, having yet to take a bite.

“‘Cultural liaison’,” she repeated with a note of scepticism. “You realise there has to be some form of culture involved in order for that to work, right?”

He huffed at her persistence, but agreed nonetheless. “I assure you, I will not bore you senseless. I am certain there is something in these walls which will pique your interest,” he waved a hand vaguely. “That’s not to say I can think of anything at the moment, but...”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, why don’t you show me what you like to do, or where you like to go?”

He paused, recalling his usual visiting places, and eliminated both those of illegality and danger, and came to a few conclusions off hand. “Very well.”

She hadn’t been entirely sure whether she’d sealed a fate of doom or pleasure in her suggestion, but the one thought she had come to was: for being such a notorious silver-tongue he had hardly spoken a word to her the rest of the day -- or even looked at her for that matter. They’d been to the library, where she confessed an illiteracy to Asgardian, but a familiarity with Norse -- where Loki then supplied her with several children’s books, but she had whether to figure it a jab or a usefulness. They went to the music room where she witnessed instruments she had never imagined, and some rather familiar, studying frequencies, jotting notes when she could to compare to other notes when she returned. And he had yet to take her to a garden, though he had not specified what kind.

Though, with every step alongside his, she was wary of perhaps setting him off into a frenzy in which he would snap at her again -- or worse. For she held two conflicting images of the man in her head: a vicious monster, who wrought naught but destruction, and self-sacrificing protector. Yet, with every word, she felt it necessary to decipher which was speaking.

“Come here,” he said, beckoning her with a finger as he stood outside his suite.

She stood away from him, nearer her own door, where she furrowed her brow, suspicious of his motives in his invitation.

“Oh for the sake of Valhalla -- I will not hurt you, now come here,” he said more sternly, unable to hide his frustration.

She looked around, seeing the guards posted nearby -- they did nothing to make her suspect of his meaning, they did not stop him or even look at them. And she reassured herself that Darcy had lent her a TASER for the trip which she carried everywhere -- that if need be, she would use it. Thus, she obeyed, and approached him.

He opened the door to his suite, never relaying his regret that she should fear him so at all, and ushered her inside. Following behind her, he was quick to admonish preemptively: “Do not touch anything.”

She had no intention, her hands where in the folds of her clothes, one hand on the TASER, the other on her stomach. But her fear did not allay her curiosity, and she found her eyes wandering to the state of his suite:

An organised mess. She could tell it had once been organised, it once was home to order, but had been recently thrust into chaos. The outer room was home to a lounge, hardly used for leisure, nearly pristine, save for the papers and clothes that piled atop it; a chest of drawers with a few drawers lightly open here and there as though he frequently rushed through them, and a desk with a hutch, the most organised space of all: as though he used it all the time. On it sat a mechanical device of some sort, at which she squinted -- she had never seen anything like it. Parts and pieces lay in columns all along the desk, with blueprints, hand drawn, beneath it all. But before she could make out what, precisely, it was he had been building, she was scolded from farther along the room:

“It is impolite to spy on another’s belongings,” Loki droned, and stood beside a pair of open balcony doors.

She hurried along, grabbing one last glance at the desk’s contents before she hurried to him. “I’m sorry I -- just...” she looked up at him, where she caught his direct eye, under which she felt so very, very small. Thor towered over her, and yet she never felt small beneath his gaze, yet Loki seemed to loom uneasily: she felt very much akin to prey beneath the death stare of a hunter. Yet, he did not strike, he did not chastise, he did not scold, he did nothing, but turn away.

In truth, had he held her gaze any longer, he felt he would not be able to keep up his facade, thus it had been easier to walk away with his stern and unforgiving exterior intact than risk it altogether. But he spoke nothing of this, and instead introduced her to the garden, his garden:

“I planted all of these,” he stated, unable to obscure the sound of pride from his voice as he stepped among the flowers and plants and trees. “I planted this one when I was a boy,” he smiled, craning his neck to see far above them where a tree lofted above the rest of the garden.

Jane’s mouth gaped open. “It’s enormous! It must be so old -- I mean -- not that I mean...what I meant was...”

He only eyed her with his neck still lifted. “You are correct, it is two and a half millenia old -- far older than you will ever be.”

Her mouth closed and her shoulders sank. “Right.”

“Which begs the question, why Thor would bother with a woman whose life is so fleeting -- and even more than that,” he turned, his hands clasped behind him, “why you would allow him to.”

Now that he spoke to her directly, she found she much preferred when he did not. Berated and belittled, she fumbled for her words, to justify herself to him -- a potential brother in law, if all were honest. “We...We are in love,” she took a step back out of offence. “Love is much more than...how many years one has together -- it’s about...being with that person completely when you have them,” she respired when she found the truth expelled itself from her.

Her words stung him -- far more than he had anticipated. He felt a small gasp in his lungs when she spoke and it was his turn to find his footing. “Foolish girl,” was all he could muster. “You know not the pain you will cause him. You will age, and he will not, and whilst he is cursed to the land of the living, you will be withering away until there is naught left of you but the deathbed that becomes his arms and last words are stolen by breaths full of regret!” he found he nearly lost his composure as he closed his words, and he knew it was not Thor and Jane he spoke of, but of Sigyn. The woman whose name was forbidden.

At first his harsh and unending words brought a stinging to her eyes, where she had half the mind to leave him and barricade herself in her room for the rest of the time Thor was gone. But then he turned away, a sharp exhale escaping him -- one she was not meant to hear -- and a pursing of his lips and a furrowing of his brow full of pain and not foresight but experience. And she realised all at once he spoke not of her, but of someone else. Someone he had once loved.

There was a lingering silence between them as he turned his back on her, yet unseeing to the plants before him, and she stared at him, suddenly understanding the bitterness, the coldness, the anger --

“How did she die?” she finally asked.

He briefly lifted his head, and his shoulder raised as he drew a breath. “She was murdered,” he answered, honestly for once, before he turned and looked her in the eye: “By one of your kind.”

Sense upon sense seemed to be poured over all his prior actions and his words, and she swallowed as she nodded. “That’s why you hate Midgard.”

He became quiet again, licking his lips. “Mostly.”

“I’m sorry...” she whispered, speaking from sincerity, extending her heart to him.

This surprised him and he drew back somewhat, straightening himself, before he turned from her again. “There’s nothing to be done about it.”

That, however, was a lie.

She had the mind to ask another question, but started when there came a rustling from deeper within the garden. “Is someone here?” she felt her hand go once more to her TASER.

“There should not be,” he replied, cocking his head curiously to the sound, when a gentle smile washed over him when its origin revealed itself. His shoulders relaxed, his face untensed, his entire being seemed to be at peace when there emerged from the foliage a deer-like creature from the hiding place.

“A deer?” Jane let go of the weapon as she found herself smiling as well.

“Indeed -- I rescued her,” he boasted, proud of such an innocent accomplishment. “Thor and his hunting party had her in their sights some while ago, I stopped them.”

While she appreciated the sentiment, she didn’t understand. “Why? Are you...vegan or...the Asgardian vegan-equivalent?” she felt embarrassed asking, uncertain the customs, neither the rituals.

He only gave her a puzzling look, before he returned his sights to the doe and the rustling bush behind her. “I do not know what that is, but...” he motioned a hand to the bush. “That is why.”

Out followed the doe a young fawn, surely just a week old.

“She was with fawn, thus, I rescued her. Gave her a place f safety in which to rest and nurse her young,” he continued.

There spoke the self-sacrificer, the protector.

She quietly approached, coming beside him as they watched the creatures investigate the greenery. “She’s beautiful.”

His smile widened as he gazed at the doe. “Yes, she is.”

“What’s her name?” she asked, glancing from the deer to Loki.

A breath. And a pause. But he did not break his sights. “Sigyn. Her name was Sigyn.”

#logyn #loki x sigyn #sigyn x loki #fanfic #marvel fanfic #ship: logyn #*#fic: love never dies

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broadwaybitchhhh · 8 years ago

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2016 year in review post:

january: spend a short time with alex before i fly to england and cry a lot and miss him the whole time. london was dope though. we got tea and i went on cool walks and went to dover and canterbury which was cool cause i later spend 4 months reading the canterbury tales. i kinda hated my whole program though so i was mean and grouchy to everyone. oops. sorry guys.

february: went to brighton which was really cold but kinda cool day trip. bennett visited, alex had flowers delivered to my flat in london which was really cute of him cause p sure i didnt get him anything (see: i suck), ummm more just exploring london, went to paris with craig and jack and lesley and andrea and that was a lot of fun. ate duck confit which was the best thing ive ever eaten in my life. also available in sandwich form in borough market in london, but much better cooked fresh in paris. ugh. no one does food better than the french. they’re so good at it. love france.

march: edinburgh!! scotland was dope. would def go back, only really spent a day there. and then alex came!!!!! that was super fun. ugh i love him. that was so fun. and then we went to amsterdam which was amazing. would totally go back. and then alex left and i was sad. but then caroline came!!!! and we had so much fun omg. great time. march was definitely the best month of the year. or june. but well get there.

april: went to barcelona with craig and his friends which was wild. loved barcelona. i actually drank for once and we explored so much and ate great food and had a great time. great trip. would love to go back to spain. everyone else in our program left, i went to the harry potter studios which was super cool, got way too high for 4/20 (surprise), went to a party at the kate spade opening store in london, hung out with natalie lots.

may: my parents came!! which was both fun and annoying. we went to fancy tea and harrods and the winston churchill war rooms and i tried to show them around but my mom was not a fan of public transit. then we went to greece. which they were expecting to be super warm but as i learned quickly in my semester europe is really cold always. but greece was great. santorini is beautiful and mykonos was beautiful but i never made it to athens so i guess i’ll just have to go back :/ also mom forgot her passport expired so that was wild. then they left and i had one day to get ready for natalie’s and my next trip to salzburg, vienna, and prague. salzburg was beautiful, but very quaint and nothing to do for more than a day other than sound of music shit. cute though. nice mountains. vienna was dumb. prague was pretty cool but then i accidentally ate this thing covered in walnuts which im deathly allergic to so i was dying in a bathroom for awhile before natalie convinced me to use my epipen and then we struggled to get the restaurant lady to understand the word ambulance but eventually they came and i got to go for my first ambulance ride!!! to the prague hospital!!! which was weirdly empty and kinda like a horror movie.... but yeah that was really bad but i got some funny snapchats from it. at this point i am exhausted of traveling and really just want to go home but i cant. at some point i forget when i buy an earlier flight home so i can surprise alex. then me and natalie go to italy which was wild. the trip to positano (while a beautiful town) took like 12 hours and we were miserable the first day but then it got much better. beautiful place. beaches were rocks though. transit is not good in italy. then we went to pompeii which was fuckin weird and we went to rome which was cool, i was mostly just chillen since ive already done the touristy shit there. natalie made a nice italian boyfriend. food was good. then we went back to london and i sneakily packed my things....

june: surprise alex by coming home a week early which was fun. very happy to be back in america. got dunkin, a pedicure, hung out on the beach with my mom and caroline, snuggled mr sam who was a little mad at me for leaving for so long, totally surprised alex. june was a good month. my mom threw me a surprise party which was fun (too bad i found about it lol sorry mom). good good month.

july: birthday! good weekend. then alexs birthday! we went to ocean city md which was fun. i visited turk in nashville which was fun. hung out on the beach a lot. having a beach house is nice.

august: mostly just chill at the beach the whole time. alex and i went to new york which was fun. more beach. cried a whole lot when i had to leave. summer was so much fun. living in new jersey is fun cause im so much closer to caroline now. love her. got my iud!!!! great decision. oh man thats one of the best decisions i have ever made with my life. great choice.

september: start tutoring at the writing center which has been a good, interesting experience. lots of snuggles. went to great falls which was fun but not much of a hike. started exercising again.

october: great brunch with carl phil andy and alex. wedding. i forced alex to date me a year ago.

november: election is super fucking depressing. thanksgiving. but then alex gets chance the pupper!!! which was a great decision. he’s so cute and such a good boy and i love him soooo much. we snuggled all morning today. and new years day. he’s pretty snuggly. not as snuggly as mr sam. but he’s a good boy.

december: somehow manage to get straight A’s for the first time in my life, go to new york with linda and mom which is fun, hang with carl, we got some great sushi the other night i got 4 rolls for $12 which was exciting. now she’s leaving for italy tomorrow (today) and another year is upon us. nye was boring i got too high and just wanted to sleep. sry guys. maybe next year. christmas was good though.

favorites of 2016:

-london, paris, amsterdam, spain, greece.... europe.

-duck confit

-spotify

-alex

-caroline

- new roomies are cool

-sam

-my fam

-chance the pupper

-my grades

-i feel blessed

people who i will not be talking to in 2017:

-people who add negativity to my life

-people who say you’re friends and then never talk to you again (cough bitch ass roommates)

#personal #year in review #margaux #life #me #alex #caroline

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