#no clue if any of this is new or helpful but sending it forth anyway!!

[librarycards]

do you or anyone reading this have advice for someone trying to find more in person and or peer to peer resources but has never done this on their own before and is really scared of ending up somewhere that will do more harm than good? I have been in therapy and with a psych for a long time but I feel like none of its truly helping me because I am very isolated so I want to find other people who might understand but I don't know how. It is so painful going through this alone but at the same time I have no idea where to begin looking for potential local resources and peer help, I am not even sure what I would be looking for in that regard

big hugs, anon. this is a really lonely situation to be in, and i'm glad you reached out to me!

i'm not sure what exactly you're dealing with, but there are some lists out there of groups that may interest you: the Hearing Voices Network has a state-by-state one if you're in the u.s. Project HEAL and FEDUP both have ED/body image-related support group, etc. lists. You can find a list of peer respites here. Most of these spaces have links to people involved in day services/groups/community projects, so even if you weren't interested in staying or receiving housing through the respite, there might still be something there for you.

Setting aside more technical stuff, though, it sounds like you want friends! There's no guaranteed recipe to make friends, but it helps to hang out in places associated with things you like. see what events are going on around you (these may be posted on a library or cafe bulletin board, or posted in facebook groups/on nextdoor, depending on how shitty your area is on these localized platforms - mine is pretty good, which is why i'm suggesting it). i've had good luck with my local silent book club, joining exercise classes/runs advertised locally, helping out with local food distro/FNB stuff (also look up your local food not bombs!), and going to local galleries/readings.

obviously, the people you meet here may or may not become very close to you, may or may not become the people you turn to when you need more significant mental health support, but this is how you build up the architecture of a support system in your life: people who can drive you to the airport, make you food, invite you over, house-sit, and so forth. even though it's not clinical, it's still pretty vital for mental health.

i know this is a lot of info, so maybe it would be helpful to start at step 1: check out the links and see if there's a local thing you can attend. keep your heart open to people who seem friendly/share interests, and don't be afraid to extend invitations to see them again. and when it comes to more specific mental health stuff, be persistent - they're pretty much always busy (especially in this political moment) so it may take several calls/emails to be responded to. keep at it and don't give up - you deserve to be surrounded by people and systems that have your best interest in mind.

[danosrosegarden]

I’m still think about nashton going ape on a flesh light. Give us the whiplash baybee!!!

wear me out, turn me on - edward nashton x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚♡

{contents ♡ bit of fluff, male masturbation, toy usage}

{word count ♡ ~700}

♡ a hot sheen of shame was already sizzling like oil in a pan on his reddened cheeks before he even took it out of the package. it was almost as if he'd already used it. his trembling hands. the skipping of his heart.

♡ edward really wasn't one for porn. the videos smelled like plastic. they felt thin and easy to break through. cellophane. it just wasn't appealing. he'd much rather think of you.

♡ a good roommate in gotham was his biggest, brightest blessing. work peeled his skin away and his thunderstorm brain ripped out the exposed guts. he was so used to life washing out any droplets of happiness that ran through his blood, he assumed joy just wasn't for him. but then there was you.

♡ you brewed him coffee early in the morning. you sat with him in warm, thick, comfortable silence when he came home deflated from another exhausting workday. you even helped him work through the tough clues on his crosswords. he knew the answers already, but it was cute to see the cogs turn in your brain as you sifted through possible options.

♡ your friendship was something he held gently in his cupped hands as if it would shatter into pieces if he squeezed too hard. it was wholesome. it was sweetness. it had also been his masturbation material ever since you moved in together.

♡ it was your fault, really. it's not like he was sending out requests for a gorgeous roommate with twinkling eyes and a beautifully beaming smile with a wonderful sense of humor and a soft heart of kindness. it just happened.

♡ the littlest things set him off. you breezed by him and he caught a whooshing slash of your scent? suddenly he needs the bathroom for a few minutes. you were doing laundry and he saw a peek of your underwear hanging out from your basket? he needs to get something from his room real quick. he'll be right back.

♡ he'd never used something besides his hand to help out before. so he takes his time. he runs his finger along the silky smooth silicone. he wonders what it would be like if it was his fingers on you right now. how you might shiver at his gentle touch, how you might bite at your lip when he gets close to brushing against a sensitive spot.

♡ it's a good thing he's home alone right now, because he's loud when he finally gets his new toy wrapped around his flushed cock, already lubed from the dribbles of precum running down. the squeeze is warm and tight, and he thinks of you, you, only you, as he drags his hips back and forth.

♡ he can't help the quivering words that climb from his throat. they spill out between high, breathy whimpers. god, that feels so fucking good. you feel so good. please, please, please.

♡ he's trying to hold back, trying to wipe the light dusting of sweat that's causing his glasses to slip, but it's difficult when he finally has something to help him imagine what you'd feel like if it was you around him. he feels it brewing and bubbling up in his gut. his hips stutter and shake, his breathing is loud and jagged, and the groans pouring from his mouth are just pathetic. if it was really you, he'd try harder to last. he'd be good for you. but now, in this moment, he didn't give a fuck about any of that. he wanted to be selfish, chasing his pleasure with a bounding, sweat-soaked sprint.

♡ he tries to bite down on his lip, but the whining cry comes tumbling out anyway as his orgasm engulfs him. he doesn't care if anyone in the complex heard his muffles moans. he doesn't care that he probably looks wrecked. he doesn't even care that thick streaks of cum are dripping down the opening of the toy and onto his hand. it felt good to be greedy.

♡ in that moment, it didn't matter to him that he may never work up the courage to make his filthy dreams turn into truth. now he had something to at least help him pretend, and he couldn't wait to cook up more fantasies to play with.

[yourlocalcorviddad]

Ugh I just wanna ramble about my oc that I'm currently playing as the farmer on stardew right now and the idea I had about him and some of the modded NPC's from the Bear Fam mod and just, ugh I love that mod and I have ideas

So like, Summer would've grown up in the same town, in the same circles even. While his parents weren't old money rich, they still would've been in nearly the same social circles as the Bear family.

And so Summer would've grown up with Sig, Gunner, and even Gudrun. And had likely gone to school with Teren cause despite being in the status of being able to go to private school, Summer, who's not even going by that just yet, he chose it himself as an adult to try and like, give himself a new start after what I call the Incident, would've wanted to go to public school and have some non-hoity toity friends.

He still would've had to go to the, like, high society parties and all cause of his parents, and would have pretty much instantly preferred to hang out with the Bear's just cause of vibes and all, but he never introduced his two friend groups together, so Sig and Teren meet in the military, not any sooner despite being in the same city, both playing gridball, and literally sharing the same friend crush as each other.

And then Sig and Teren go off to the military, and Summer goes to college-in Sondra's accounting class, study group with Gunner and friends with him for a bit there-and at first he's sending letters to them-and any other friends who may have enlisted, at least until his accident.

And all I can think of is, Sig and Teren both regularly sending letters back and forth with Summer, then suddenly they never get a response, months past, nothing.

They try calling on the rare phone time they can, phone is disconnected.

And they don't know

They think he's ignoring them

They don't know he was in a car accident that was so bad that he almost died, that his memory is shot for a good period of time and while he remembers things like scholarly things, his memory of people from before the accident is shit.

And his parents, despite trying to always make him have 'the right friends' never liked Sig and them for some reason, and they disapproved of his pubic school friends like Teren, so they didn't bother to remind him like they did with the others.

And while he was in the hospital recovering, they 'moved his room to the lower floor too make it easier' coincidentally packing up his stuff that didn't meet their standards, aka anything they knew came from either group, pictures, letters, etc.

But he's still got the phantom memories, the urges to check the mail, the urges to write letters, stuff he did with others, but no clue why.

He feels oddly nostalgic watching movies he's sworn he's never seen before-like the mummy with Teren, Casablanca with his study group, etc.

And like, the parents just toss the letters he gets back, and get him a new phone and change his number and switch him to distance learning for him to finish his degree.

So by the time he's moving to stardew valley, he has only faint memories and impressions and a feeling of loss he can't explain.

All this while using arm crutches, leg and back braces, even a wheelchair on bad days when his injuries flair up. His parents try to convince him not to, that they can hire someone for the farm, etc, but he's stubborn and goes about it anyway.

He puts pavers down for paths, tends the land and animals when he can, gets help when he can't, and always has a spot for bees.

And then he meets the residents from East Scarp, and the grumpy, withdraw Sig Bear, and neither of them recognize each other, cause it's been a decade, and Sig was in a war, and Summer had to have reconstruction surgery on his face after the accident, and he's going by Summer now, having wanted a new start.

And then later that year a friend of Sig's from the military comes to town as well, following after Sig's younger brother and sister who came not long before to stay with him and their aunt.

And Teren doesn't recognise Summer either, not with the changes and all, but the three are quickly thick as thieves.

And it's Summer Gunner goes to for help with the adventure guild issues

It's Summer that Teren goes to for advice about settling into the town

It's Summer Sig goes to for help when Gunner doesn't come back from the mine, and the same for Teren and Gunner when Sig gets caught in a cave in later as well.

But they don't realize, as all of them have trauma about their past so other than a "worked for joja" "was in the military" before having moved to the valley, they don't know.

[silverloreley]

Oh, dear, you didn't ask me that.

I tried to keep it short, but you know me. Under cut it all goes:

Ben was very very much sheltered and I believe the major part of Auradon has no damn idea what life on the Isle is. They likely think what makes it a bad place is that people are imprisoned with other bad people, but eh the rest is pretty much the same, they have no clue the food and other sources are literal garbage, or that there's no sun under the Barrier, or they can't learn how to swim because there isn't much sea or a lake or river to learn at all. It's pretty much canon that Ben had no clue or his reaction in the scene in the Enchanted Lake wouldn't make sense. There's also his horror in the book when he learns there are no things like sweeteners in coffee on the Isle or the way he looks around in surprise in D2, I mean, the hints are that he had no idea how bad it all was until he saw it in person.

So, if the crown prince doesn't know, what makes you think anyone else does? I have two theories about this:

The only ones who know are those who made the Isle and/or the Barrier, hence FG and Zeus (you can't tell me she's powerful enough to contain Hades alone, she must have had help) and maaaybe Beast. I refuse to believe Belle would be okay with that. I refuse to think any of the princesses would be okay with that. So it's most likely they don't know.

The Isle is entirely in the hands of the Bureau of Isle Affairs (which canonically exists, the posters all around the Isle are signed by them) and, oh, they are the kind of bureaucrats who think "I'm only doing my job" and thought there was a budget to keep up with. Someone had the idea of sparing money by sending the garbage ships instead of actual provisions because "who cares? they're criminals, we'd better use taxpayers' money for good citizens" and maybe those people even patted themselves on the back for the great idea. Beast only saw the budget respected and didn't care to investigate.

I mean, little reminder:

Does that look like something that makes sense? Or does it seem like the half-assed attempt of some well-thinking, simple-minded office worker who doesn't give a damn (and doesn't want to) to pretend to do some kind of job?

Now, that would mean that, in any case, no one would want Ben to find out. Not only Ben, but the royals, in general, should not be aware of the actual situation because, by the time the Villains started to have kids, someone realized the rest of Auradon wouldn't be that okay with this. Or with the fact the Isle is left to its own devices organization-wise. And so forth.

Now, if we think Beast knew, he'd be the first to make sure Ben wouldn't know how badly things were handled. Because Ben is young and too kind for his own good, he wouldn't understand that's the best option so he'd better not know. Since Yen Sid is the only one who comes and goes (aside from the agents of the Bureau of Isle Affairs, who don't give a flying fuck, not even about kids), therefore the only one who has a real grasp on how all those children live since he works with them at school, well, he's the top eye-opener possible.

Now I ask you another thing: how did Ben find out about the VKs? Is it common knowledge in Auradon that Villains had kids or Ben found out and told everyone? Who spred the news in the first place?

My answer is: Yen Sid. More specifically, when he announced he wanted to go teach those kids, he made light of their existence. Maybe Yen Sid used to teach at Auradon Prep (that's how Ben heard about him) and caught wind of the news and said it was not fair or right and that was the only thing he could do. Maybe he went there out of curiosity and figured the situation was worse than he thought and decided to stay to help.

Anyway, to answer the main question, Ben was kept from knowing in order to keep him as sheltered from the ugly of the world as possible. And with how things went even inside Auradon (think of the Sidekicks Alliance...) and how little he knew about it, it's not a stretch at all to think so. I think all the HKs were very sheltered, possibly by parents who were too traumatized by their own pasts that they overcompensated with their children (Ella and Chloe in ROR anyone? Chad and "my dad will buy me another"!? Audrey and the whole "not wanting to think about non-cute things" in the first book?).

As for the dreams... I tend to think neither Ben nor Mal recognized each other. Dreams can be hazy and perhaps they remember some details but not everything.

As to why they exist, I invoke the right to call in Greek Myths and one legend in particular that said that dreams at dawn held prophecies. It's not magic on its own, it's more like being put apart of some facet of the world and history, so the ones who receive them are led towards the competition of their Fate. Mal and Ben were fated to meet, yeah, perhaps soulmates too, they certainly became True Love, didn't they? and if Ben didn't have the dreams he wouldn't have thought of his first proclamation (or wouldn't have so soon at least), nor the whole balance of Auradon would have changed.

If we add to this that Mal is a demigoddess, well, the thing works even better. Because that's not a power but a facet of her very nature. And we saw minor signs of magic stayed, you know, Maleficent's glowing eyes, Facilier's shadows and stuff, so it's safe to say even if the dreams were magical in nature, Mal's nature is magical too.

If Persephone both exists in the Disney universe and is married to Hades, neither of which are certain (she isn't in the Hercules movie, is she?), does the whole "stays with her husband half a year" apply to the Isle as well?

Because then she'd be the only person who regularly visited both the Isle and Auradon, the only source of reliable information about it until the VKs come.

Like, imagine Ben interviewing her for information about the Isle and the VKs before he makes his proclamation - he knew that Maleficent, Cruella, the Evil Queen, and Jafar had all had kids and their ages somehow, after all. I doubt there were updated accurate records kept about the Isle.

I just find the idea so interesting.

[pinkanonwrites]

A request if you’re feeling up to it, any twst characters you want arguing with the mc (they’re both crushing in each other but it’s not gone anywhere so far) and the mc just gets frustrated and yells “YOU WANT TO FUCK ME SO BAD IT MAKES YOU LOOK STUPID”

PLEASE this is hilarious. I picked a handful of characters I thought it would be the most funny with.

GN! Reader, NSFW-ish (Only the topic, not the actual content of their replies)

"Please! You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid!"

"WHAT!?!" His voice hits a pitch usually only reserved for calling dogs. This is usually how your dynamic goes, to be honest, trading sharp words back and forth until you say something that sends Riddle into a spiral of fluster and embarrassment, barely able to string together coherent sentences in his adorable rage. This is just... A new level for him. You've seen Riddle get red, but this is red.

He can't help it, he instinctively casts his signature spell on you. Doesn't matter if you've got magic or not, that "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!" is already leaving his lips and leaving a massive, heart-shaped collar hanging from your neck. It's his natural argument-ender, though the connotations in this particular case are much more embarrassing than usual.

He's tossing and turning all night that night, constantly playing back those words falling from your lips and sending him once again down a spiral of heat and humiliation. This cracked open a door in his mind he'd been desperately trying to avoid opening, a big locked door labelled 'REPRESSED FEELINGS' and now he has no clue how he's gonna talk to you like a regular human being the next time he sees you.

Chokes on his tea mid-sip, having brought it to his lips to punctuate his sentence as a final "I got you." Little did he know you had the most Azul-breaking retort locked and loaded, and you only needed a few little words to completely shut down all higher function in his brain. Nd now he's got tea all down the front of his clean-pressed white shirt. Lovely.

You're probably too busy laughing at his spit take to see just how completely embarrassed he was, both by your statement and his retort. "I-I will be charging you for the dry cleaning bill!" He snaps back, but that only makes you laugh harder. God, he must be so red. Is it hot in here? Why is it so damn hot in here? The fluster seems to stay with him, a hint of red high on his cheeks for the rest of the day.

Every time he talks to you from that point on that interaction is gonna be lurking in the back of his mind. Just snickering evilly and waiting for the moment he lets his guard down so it can fluster him all over again. But it's for the best, because it does eventually get him to finally start prodding that the unfamiliar emotions he feels for you, carefully unraveling them to decipher just what they are and how he wants to handle them.

You stop this boy dead in the middle of his sentence, and if he's carrying anything he's definitely going to drop it. Sure, your playful bickering/flirting could get a bit heated from time to time, but Epel never expected you to pull that one on him.

"Y-You wish!" He tries to retort, but the clearly embarrassed pause was there way too long for both of you to not consider the connotations. "...Anyway I gotta go I'll text ya later bye!" He makes himself scarce as quickly as possible, if only so you can't see how red his cheeks are turning as he all but sprints away.

Once he's alone he's kicking himself though, for his inability to look any cooler or say anything smoother than a stuttered and clearly embarrassed response. Maybe if he'd had the perfect retort he could figure out where exactly the two of you landed in your weird flirt-fight relationship, and if there was anything that could nudge it over to the next stage. Nothing to do about it now though except cover his face with a pillow and yell until his voice went hoarse.

Add this phrase to the extensive list of "How to send Idia Shroud into cardiac arrest in twenty words or less." Because his retort is so panicked, so loud, and so laced with humiliated denial that it would be fair to assume that Idia certainly thought he was about to die, and just had to clear the air before he did.

He's shrieking and flailing in response, and you'd almost be a bit offended about how vehemently he denied the thought if it weren't for the fact that you knew already that Idia was just like this. He'll probably throw something at you if he's got something soft, a pillow or a plush from a favorite anime perhaps. It whips towards you with frightening accuracy, nearly taking you off your feet as Idia pulls the collar of his sweatshirt up to cover his blushing face. Not that it does much, considering you can see his flaming pink hair.

He's got cripplingly low self-esteem, to I think he feels dirty for even considering thinking about you in such a way, like he's tainting your image with his perverse thoughts alone. Unless you flat out tell him you like him it's doubtful to go anywhere, not because he can't read your signals but because he simply refuses to get his hopes up and risk humiliating himself.

[astrobei]

This is kind of an odd question, but since you seem to have done it very successfully and I have no clue: How do you make friends online?

I always see people on here talking about their mutuals and about their online friends, and some of that’s def survivorship bias, but I’m guessing I’m not alone in having no clue how to get from recognizing someone’s username to having them be a person I would talk to about a bad day?

Anyway, this continues to be a weird ask so answer it any way you want and no worries if it takes a while, but yeah, with all the posts about you and haven meeting up I am just looking for advice on *how*

Ty so much!

hi hi hi hello!! i’ve actually gotten asks like this before and i’m so sorry 2 everyone who’s sent one bc i’m afraid i don’t have a super concise or helpful way to answer this,,, (but i’ll still try lol)

to be so so honest with you, i got super lucky because i was introduced to a lot of my friends in this fandom through group chats or mutuals’ discord servers that other people have added me to, which i know is kind of a lame answer because being added to gcs/others’ servers is not exactly something u can control … but you are so right in saying that you’re not alone in feeling like this !! i know so many people feel intimidated by the idea of making friends on here especially since there Are so many users i associate as groups and it seems like everyone has Those Friends (me included, i’ll admit) and it’s probably easier said than done because i did get lucky enough to meet a lot of my now-close friends rn through ao3/comments/writers’ gcs way back in the summer or fall 😗 it also definitely takes time to get close to someone in this way, and these friendships are not something that happened overnight, even for me !! i feel like it’s easy to get stressed out by the potential of every new mutual/friend you make being The Friend and that can put a lot of pressure on both you and the other person to be super compatible right off the bat, so on and so forth, which isn’t fair and will probably lead to more disappointment than anything, so i think it’s important to remember that (almost?) no solid friendship goes from 0-100 overnight and it takes time to build trust and emotional connection with anyone!

so i would say . basically . if you’ve stayed this long and all of this rambling that my biggest pieces of advice would be:

1. fr and honestly just go for it. like you said, i know so many people feel the exact same way as you do, so send that mutual you admire an ask or a dm!! every friendship has got to start somewhere so if you see them rb an ask game maybe send something nice or maybe if you see a post that reminds u of them send it to them ! i’ve made a couple of my closest friends because we sent each other asks a lot before moving to dms -> other platforms, or people have just dm’d me directly out of the blue and i was surprised by how well we clicked !! these are maybe lame examples but. u get the idea lol. Just Do It i believe in u 🥳

2. be patient !! i know i already said it before but close friendships, like the ones you’re talking about, rarely happen overnight. even with people i’ve felt a connection with immediately, it’s taken some time for us to really get comfortable with each other and past that awkward stage so it’ll likely take some dedication and commitment to communication on both your parts! something i would like to emphasize: don’t make friends purely out of strong expectations of being Best Friends because, again, this could lead to a lot of disappointment when someone doesn’t live up to expectations you’ve created In Your Head. find people you really click with and genuinely enjoy talking to, and maybe see eventually if they’d want to move from talking through asks to dms to discord/text!

ummmm. i think that’s all i have to say on the topic, hopefully this wasn’t too disappointing to read because again, i’m not too sure how to organize my thoughts on the subject LOL but i’m wishing you all the best and i’m promising u that almost everyone in this community feels the same way !! make the first move/respond when someone maybe makes the first move to you + take it slow + be kind and patient and you will have friends lining up in ur dms to talk to u 🫡much much love !! 🫶🏽

[hintsofhoney]

Before Winter Comes

Pairing(s): Jon Snow x F!Reader

Summary: As soon as you get word that Jon is the new Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, you ride to Castle Black to see if he'll be willing to bend some rules for you.

Tags: 18+, oral (female receiving), rough sex, slightly dom!Jon Snow

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N:  Whaaat? Me writing something other than Supernatural? Am I sick? Haha, no, but seriously, I just finished up Game of Thrones (a few years late, I know), but that's besides the point. There's a scene where Jon is Lord Commander and he's in his office and I just got to thinking, "Damn, I'd really like him to fuck me up against that wall." And so, here we are. This was actually incredibly difficult to write; medieval smut dialogue isn't really easy to imagine, so please be nice to me. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy! (Also, huge shout out to @deangirl93 for helping me brainstorm said medieval smut dialogue!)

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The cold wind bit at your face as you made your way to Castle Black. It was the earliest sign that winter wasn’t only coming; it was right around the corner. You had been riding from Winterfell, a few weeks journey, and you only had a few more hours left to go. As soon as you got word of Jon becoming Lord Commander, you knew you had to come see him. Maybe things would be different now; maybe you would be able to bend some rules. When you had said goodbye to Jon a few years ago, it was understood that you very well might not ever see him again. “You know I won’t be able to marry. I won’t be able to father children,” he had said to you when you told him that joining the Night’s Watch didn’t necessarily mean that it had to be the end between you two. “I don’t care. I love you, Jon Snow,” you had replied, as you begged him to understand. You knew why he felt like he needed to go; he was a bastard, to everyone else. He was nothing. He had no other place or purpose, than at the wall. You thought differently. He was everything to you.

You were freezing by the time you rode up to the gates at Castle Black. You couldn’t feel your face or hands, and you only hoped that the men wouldn’t give you too much trouble. They probably had no clue who you were, even though you and Jon had kept somewhat in touch since his leaving, sending ravens back and forth, you doubted that he ever uttered a word about you. “I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children”, was how part of the Night’s Watch oath went, and knowing Jon, you knew he took it seriously. However, you believed that it was a pretty vague oath. You didn’t have to marry Jon, you didn’t have to bear his children – you weren’t asking for any of that. You just wanted to be with him, in whatever capacity you could. Even if it was just for a little while. The gates opened slowly and a few men approached you cautiously.

“Can we help you, m’lady?”

“I am here to see the Lord Commander, Jon Snow,” you replied sweetly, charming them with a smile from atop your horse.

“On what business?”

You frowned. “Is the Lord Commander here?”

“Who is asking?” The man persisted.

You sighed as you peered through the open gates, catching a glimpse of the man who you were here to see.

“Jo – Lord Snow!” You yelled, taking your chance. You saw him look up at you from where he was coming down the stairs. The men who had opened the gates looked back at their Lord Commander nervously, as if they were about to be in trouble for letting you catch a glimpse of him.

“Let her in!” Jon commanded, racing to the gate now. The men stepped aside and you rode through.

You took Jon’s hand as he helped you off your horse, staring at you with a mix of wonder and confusion in his eyes. “Why did you come here, Lady Y/L/N?” He asked gently, knowing better than to refer to you informally in front of the Watch.

“To see you,” you replied simply. Jon looked from side to side as he noticed men gathering around the two of you and quickly dropped your hand.

“Is there something I can help you all with!?” He barked. The men quickly dispersed. He turned his attention back to you. “Follow me.”

 “Fancy office you got,” you teased, running your fingers over the fireplace mantle. Jon was sat at his desk staring at you silently. You couldn’t tell if he was happy or angry to see you; but either made for great sex, so you didn’t care.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” Jon asked, seriousness in his tone.

“You’re Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch,” you replied.

“I am.”

“I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children,” you recited a small part of the oath to him.

He sighed. “The rules don’t change because I am Lord Commander now.”

“I didn’t say they did,” you snipped, making your way over to him. You stood in front of him and leaned against the desk, taking his hands in yours. “Jon… I am not asking to be your wife. I am not asking you to father my children. But I am here now and there is nothing in that oath that says you can’t fuck me up against that wall,” you stated, tilting your head towards the stone wall next to the fire place. “And you are Lord Commander now… no one will challenge you.”

Jon closed his eyes and took a deep breath, no doubt gathering the remaining self-control he had left. “You rode all this way so I could fuck you up against that wall?” He asked, an eyebrow cocked, the huskiness in his voice sending pulses straight to your core.

“And what if I did?” You asked, hopping atop the desk.

“Then it wasn’t a very smart decision,” he said, standing up from his chair. You spread your legs instinctively, allowing him to stand between them.

“And why is that?” You whispered as you looked up at him. Jon bore his eyes into yours, letting you know that he was serious. You let out a frustrated sigh. “If you’re angry with me, Lord Snow, by all means, say it.”

“I am angry with you, Y/N. I told you not to come here. It’s a few weeks journey from Winterfell, and you made it alone!” He scolded, his voice stern, but low, as he continued to stare into your eyes.

“Forgive me, then, for wanting to see you!” You hissed, attempting to push him out of your way so you could hop off the desk, but he didn’t budge.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t fulfill your request, Lady Y/L/N. You’re already here, I might as well give you what you came for,” he said breathily as his hand began to inch under your dress and up your leg. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hand made it to your thigh. You had layers on underneath to save you from the cold from outside, but it was as if you could feel him touching your bare skin anyway. You hadn’t let a man touch you since Jon had left for the Watch. He continued to slowly snake his hand up your leg until he made it to your core, keeping it there, over your layers, but not moving it.

“Jon,” you breathed, as you attempted to grind into his hand, your hands coming up to grip around his neck. He smirked and began using his free hand to untie the front of your dress, slowly pulling apart the laces. You had never wanted it to be warmer in your life, solely because you were becoming irritated by all the layers of clothing that were separating the two of you from one another. You struggled to take off Jon’s clothing, always another buckle to undo or tie to untie. Both of his hands had moved to working on your undergarments by the time you got his first layer off, but somehow through a blur of pulling and tearing at fabric, the both of you had managed to shed your clothes in a matter of minutes. Jon’s lips crashed into yours, his kiss hungry and demanding. You placed your arms around his neck once more, your legs coming to wrap around his waist as he lifted you up off the desk by your ass. The kiss didn’t break as he walked you over to the wall that you had mentioned earlier; you could feel the heat from the nearby fire warming your bare skin as your back came into contact with the cold rock. Jon set you back down on your feet, his lips finally leaving yours to trail kisses down your jaw, neck, and collarbone. His rough fingers came to pinch one of your hardened nipples, rolling it between his thumb and index finger, drawing a moan from your throat. He slowly made his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses behind him as he sunk to his knees in front of you. Your clit pulsed in anticipation; you had missed the things he could do with his tongue most of all. Jon grabbed one of your calves, pulling your leg up over his shoulder as he planted more kisses up your thigh, his lips finally coming to the spot where you needed them the most. You tangled your hands in his dark curly locks, throwing your head back against the wall as he made his way through your folds with his tongue, spreading your juices around. His arm snaked around the thigh that was over his shoulder as his other hand rested on your abdomen, his thumb dangerously close to your clit. He flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves, drawing a gasp from your lips. He chuckled softly at your reaction, the vibrations sending chills through your body. He dipped his head down a little further, dragging his tongue down your core until he reached your dripping hole. As he slowly pushed his wet muscle into you, you to tightened your grip on his hair. His thumb moved down an inch or so to rub circles on your clit, sending you into a state of bliss. “Oh – Jon,” you moaned, as he continued to fuck you with his tongue, the heat from his breath and pleasant burn on your skin from his beard bringing you close to the edge. A minute or so had passed before you let out a loud gasp as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten. “Jon!” You practically shouted as your orgasm built up within you. It was brought back down just as quickly as Jon ceased his movements, pulling your leg off of his shoulder and standing back up. He spun you around, your breasts coming into contact with the cold wall and sending shivers throughout your body. Jon grabbed your hips and pulled your ass out towards him, before pushing the top half of you further into the wall by placing his hand right in between your shoulder blades.

“You wanted to get fucked up against this wall, so that’s what I’m going to do, love,” he stated, his voice deep and raspy as ever. You swore that all he had to do was talk to you long enough and you could cum on the spot from his voice alone. Your breath hitched as Jon moved his cock through your wet folds, spreading your juices around it before teasing your entrance with his tip.

“Jon,” you breathed, “Jon, please.” Jon grunted as he pushed himself inside you, allowing you to adjust to his size before he began to thrust. They were slow and deep, a moderate rhythm to them. He waited a few seconds or so between each one, making sure that you felt each one. He continued to buck his hips into you sharply, a gasp escaping you each time he did so. You wanted him to speed up. You needed him to speed up. “Jon –,” you were interrupted by a thrust before you continued, “more. I need more,” you begged.

“I’ll fuck you however I’d like, Y/N,” Jon grunted, as he changed up his pace, speeding up and then slowing back down again. He reached around to place his fingers on your clit, eventually finding a rhythm with his thrusts as he rubbed your mound. You felt the heat build up in your core much quicker than the first time around, the coil inside you threatening to snap as Jon sped up to an unforgiving speed. The grunts and huffs escaping Jon and the moans that were coming from you were no doubt being heard all throughout Castle Black. Not that either of you cared. Jon leaned over you as his thrusts got faster and sloppier, biting down gently on your shoulder as his curls fell over his face. You reached one arm up to grab the back of his head, intertwining your fingers once again with his locks as he partially rested his jaw on your collar bone, his lips attacking your neck in between huffs. You focused on his fingers rubbing circles on your clit, on his cock ramming into you, stretching your walls.

“Jon… Jon, oh – fuck!” You half moaned, half screamed, as the coil in you snapped, a wave of pleasure washing over you. You felt your cunt contract around Jon’s cock as he delivered his few final thrusts before he pulled out of you; white hot spurts of cum falling to the floor. You wished that you could have felt him let go inside you, but you knew how the Night’s Watch dealt with men who broke their oath. Fucking was looked over because the oath was rather vague, but fathering a child? There was nothing vague about that line. You watched Jon’s face as he came down from his high, his cock growing soft again as you stood up straight, attempting to keep your legs from shaking. You turned around to face him, placing your arms around his neck lazily as he picked you up by your thighs, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips once again. He walked you back over to his desk, setting you on top of it gently, before he cupped your face in both of his hands.

“I have missed you, Lady Y/L/N,” he said with a kind smile, placing a kiss upon your forehead. You closed your eyes as you felt his lips touch your skin. You wanted nothing more than to have him; to stay in this moment forever. But, winter was coming, and it was a few weeks journey back to Winterfell.

[luminari-mc]

My Human, My Sunshine - Part 1

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC x Mammon

Word count: 5194

Summary: Mammon finds himself lost in the human world. Meanwhile, MC can't get ahold of Solomon, their phone dead silent.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: My first writing piece for Obey Me! It's kind of a long one so I recommend you grab a snack or two during it. While this part is occupied by a good amount of text messages between Mammon and someone else, I'm already thinking of writing a part 2 which will have way more dialogue. In the meantime, please enjoy this little scenario I came up with after listening to a song that set me in an angsty mood. :)

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Wet. Cold. Exhausted. And completely lost.

Mammon felt all of those, and yet, his legs kept on marching into the dead of night, his jacket covering his head despite being too drenched to protect him from the rain anymore. Each time a droplet of water came rolling on his cheek, his wrist would come to brush it off, and Mammon would let out an annoyed groan. If only there were any shops open, but the city was definitely asleep. He was thankful for the crashing sound of the rain on the ground around him, along with the smell of the wet asphalt keeping himself awake, otherwise, he surely would have gone crazy by now. The demon had even lost count of how many hours he had been wandering through the streets, how many mailboxes he had checked, how few passersby he had come across, only to receive negative answers to his questions.

And so Mammon kept on walking, not sure where to go next. But he felt sure of one thing: he wouldn't stop moving until he had found what he was looking for. Be there rain, or no rain. Lost or not.

"Tch, the human world's weather really sucks..."

As he walked on the pavement, his brow furrowed from the lack of new clues as to where his destination was supposed to be. His eyes caught sight of a bakery he had already walked by earlier during the day, its gentle light piercing the darkness that had been accompanying him for far too long now. Mammon's brow furrowed slightly at the sight- he knew he had gone in circles time and time again, but seeing it confirmed once more rubbed him the wrong way. Despite that, he decided to walk towards it, and took shelter under the entrance's porch. Surely the owners wouldn't mind him checking his phone for a few minutes, right? Right.

Pinching between his fingers the precious D.D.D. he had tucked under his shirt to protect it from the rain, Mammon looked at the map again. His stomach dropped for the upteenth time upon seeing the address still showing in his search bar, the letters and numbers taunting him. A knot formed in his throat as he tried his best not to scream at his screen.

"It wasn't there, you idiot..."

His mouth formed into an angry pout. Mammon looked into the list of potential addresses he had made throughout the day, and all had been crossed out. He felt his jaw clench- not only was he left with no addresses, no other clues, no humans to help him, but also that stupid rain surely would keep on falling for the rest of the night.

He was truly cursed.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do now?!" Mammon groaned, his free hand reaching upward to grab at his hair in frustration.

Yes... that was a good question. What was he supposed to do? It wasn't like he could ask help from any of his brothers, or from the angels. It had already been a miracle a witch he knew accepted to snuck him into the human world without anyone knowing, but there was no way he'd get any more help from her without offering his own life in exchange. And contacting Solomon was absolutely out of the question, for his own obvious reasons that he still was suspicious of the guy.

For the longest time in a while, Mammon felt alone. More alone than he had ever been before. He had promised himself to go on this search on his own, stupidly thinking that it'd be over by the end of the day, and look where that got him. Lost in the human world, on the verge of catching some nasty human virus from all this rain that had poured on him, and without anyone by his side.

The grip on his phone tightened, the hand holding it shaking slightly as the anger was starting to consume the demon. Even Mammon's patience had its limits, and he was starting to reach it.

"Dammit, where the hell are ya-"

A pathetic yelp escaped his mouth as he looked in fear at his phone, which had buzzed for a very short second in his palm. Wait, was it a notification? But from who? He had taken all the necessary precautions before leaving, so who was still able to reach his number?

His mind ran through all possibilities as he quickly checked his screen, the name of the sender making him open his eyes wide.

Leviathan: Mammon!!

Leviathan: Where are you???

Leviathan: You promised me you'd play this new game with me after coming home from RAD, don't tell me you forgot?? It's been HOURS.

Leviathan: Also the others say they can't reach your DDD and Lucifer is seriously pissed!

Leviathan: And I know you didn't break your DDD, that wouldn't explain why I can send texts now and the others still can't. Even though mine didn't work before.

Leviathan: But do you know how much time and effort it took me to find a way to bypass a blocked number?? Well guess what, the same amount of hours since you broke your promise!

Leviathan: You're reading this, right? Then send something! Anything!

Mammon backed even more into the porch of the shop, his eyes stuck to the screen of his phone. All of the blood rushing to his head suddenly made him forget he was cold in the first place. Of course Levi would be the first to find a way to contact him.

The demon's chest rose as he breathed in heavily, his hands slowly wrapping around the phone. It took him a hot minute to get ahold of his trembling fingers so as to not make any typos, his mind debating whether responding was a good idea or not, even as he hit the send button.

Mammon: Sorry Levi, gonna have to postpone the gaming session.

Mammon: I got business elsewhere and I'm not sure when I'll come back home, if ever.

Leviathan: Ew stop sounding so gloomy, you're almost starting to sound like me and tbh it would be kinda creepy.

Leviathan: That still doesn't tell me where you are! I know it's like a common thing for you to get into shady stuff on a regular basis but even Lucifer seems concerned, and weirdly enough he's not even trying to hide it???

Leviathan: He's been pacing back and forth in the common room for 20 minutes and won't let go of his phone it's starting to creep me out.

Leviathan: Hey huh, if you really were in big trouble you'd let us know, right? Like, even by typing a secret message to let us know that you got kidnapped or whatever?

Leviathan: Nevermind, I really don't see why you'd even get kidnapped, so it HAS to be that you chose to disappear by yourself.

Leviathan: But anyway! It's been 2 months now since everyone's been acting weird and I've seen and heard you enough to CLEARLY see that you're getting worse but finding trouble with witches or whatever won't help you feel better. And yes I know you've been faking being fine the entire time!! Don't think you can fool me!!

Leviathan: Believe me and the hundreds of figurines I bought!! I thought they'd help and it's somehow doing nothing, I feel like the worst fraud of an otaku EVER!!! How can I call myself an otaku when I can't even find joy anymore in the things that make an otaku what he is??

Leviathan: It's like I'm losing my identity! Wait no screw that, it's not just me, we've all been losing it!!

The three dots of a message being typed disappeared and reappeared, and Mammon couldn't do anything but watch the messages of his brother pop up one after another on his screen. A sense of guilt surfaced inside of him, and it only made him frown. It's not as if he hadn't thought about asking Levi for help, before getting himself into this mess... but for both of their sakes, he had decided that it had to be him coming here, and only him.

But suddenly, just as he expected his brother to send another message, the three dots disappeared, and didn't come back right away. Mammon's focus on his phone increased at the unexplained absence of new texts from Levi, and he waited, expecting him to continue the chain of messages he had started. But nothing followed.

It wasn't in Levi's habits to suddenly stop texting in the middle of a flood of texts. The demon gripped his phone tighter, worry beginning to grow within his mind. Was it because they were in different worlds that their phones couldn't reach properly? Or worse- had Lucifer found him out?

His heart almost skipped a beat as the three dots reappeared under his eyes, before letting another message pop up.

Leviathan: wait

Leviathan: waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait

Leviathan: OMG NO WAY

Leviathan: MAMMON TELL ME YOU'RE KIDDING

Mammon: I literally haven't said anything?

Leviathan: YOU PERFECTLY KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

Leviathan: DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE IN THE HUMAN WORLD RN??

Shit.

How did he even find out?! Well... he could only assume that it wouldn't take a genius to figure out where Mammon could have gone if not anywhere in the Devildom, but still, why did Levi have to type it out? His plan was supposed to be flawless after all.

Mammon: Sorry bro, I can't say where I am.

Mammon: I know Lucifer's bound to check all of your DDDs sooner or later and that's only gonna help him find me.

Mammon: And like I said, I have something to do, so I can't come back.

Leviathan: Wait! I'll delete all of our messages, and I'll even destroy my DDD if it means you tell me why you're there

Leviathan: Actually no don't even answer, there can only be one reason you took that kind of risk

Leviathan: Is it... because of MC?

Upon reading their name again, Mammon felt his stomach sink. The eyes of the Avatar of Greed closed almost instantly as if to avoid reading it, the damp air whistling through his teeth as he breathed in deeply. Of course Levi would figure that out too. Any of his brothers could have.

The demon leaned his head against the wall behind him, his eyes opening and staring into nothing as he contemplated telling Levi about his plan. It wasn't as if he had any backup plans considering the situation he was in, after all. And Levi had the advantage of being at home, and having access to technology and magic that could improve his search further. But the thought of Lucifer figuring everything out still haunted him, making the hair on his skin stand straight.

And yet... At this point, he had nothing else to lose.

Mammon: Ya gotta promise not to tell anyone about this.

Leviathan: Who do you take me for? I'm not a snitch!

Leviathan: Especially if it's about MC.

Leviathan: But huh... what about Lucifer? You know that if when he finds out you went to the human world, he's going to kill you.

Mammon: Fuck Lucifer.

Mammon: I'm tired of hearin' him say he's "taking care of it". He clearly knows something but won't tell any of us and I'm tired of not getting any news from MC since they left the Devildom 2 months ago.

Mammon: And what's with his excuse about them not havin' their DDD anymore to contact us? I call that a load of bullshit.

Mammon: Something weird happened and Lucifer's too stuck-up to let us know what it is.

Mammon: So I'm done waiting around to see when they'll come back, or IF they'll even come back. So I'm going to get them myself.

Mammon: Problem is, I went to MC's place, and they weren't there. Their neighbor told me that they moved out a while ago with, get this, "a guy with white hair".

Leviathan: ??????? Solomon?????

Mammon: I'd bet my Demonio and all the things I possess that it's him.

Mammon: Not only Lucifer's in on this secret thing about MC, but Solomon too. I've already booked him an appointment with my fists if he did anythin' to them.

Mammon: Hell, even Diavolo and Barbatos seem to be in it too, which sucks even bigger time.

Mammon: So that means it's just us 6 who don't know shit. I wasn't about to play nice and dumb for Lucifer any longer.

Leviathan: Mammon

Leviathan: I never thought I'd ever write something like that to YOU

Leviathan: but

Leviathan: you sound super cool rn!! That just makes me wish I could have gone too!!

Leviathan: Pleasepleaseplease let me help!!! I'm also worried about MC and I miss having them here. The atmosphere at the house has sucked ever since we realized we couldn't text or call them anymore and I huh... kinda miss seeing them around the others too.

For a split second, Mammon considered taking a screenshot of Levi's last message to sell it as "the proof that the Avatar of Envy can control his jealousy!", but now wasn't the time for that. He had Levi's approval for helping him find the whereabouts of MC, and that's all he needed at the moment. He hadn't even noticed his lips turning into a small grin upon reading his brother offering his support.

Mammon: Alright Levi listen.

Mammon: All I'm tryin' right now is to find where MC might be.

Mammon: I don't think they left the place I'm at, but I ain't about to search at every damn house there is here. Would take too much time anyway.

Mammon: So can ya use your shut-in powers and figure somethin' out? Like I don't know, catch their human phone's signal or whatever through hacking?

Leviathan: Lol? I'll let you know it's not because I spend my entire days in my room that I know how to find a human phone!

Leviathan: I know how to hack yeah, but I don't know how to hack human technology! Not that I maybe tried once or twice and it resulted in failure each time.

Leviathan: But huh... I could try?

Leviathan: Let me ask Satan if we could use magic too.

Mammon: Satan? Levi, are you stupid? Last thing we want is to get more people to know about what I'm doing.

Leviathan: Oh huh yeaaaah, about that.

Leviathan: I should have told you sooner, but when I stopped answering earlier it's because Satan caught me texting you.

Leviathan: But he actually knew you had left to the human world! So we don't have to worry! He's on our side... obviously.

Mammon: Then the two of you get on it.

Mammon: And don't catch Lucifer's attention.

Leviathan: Yeah!

Leviathan: I'll let you know when we've found something.

Leviathan: BRB!

And then just like earlier, Levi's texts stopped appearing on his screen. A sigh left Mammon's lips as he closed his eyes, and the demon allowed his body to slide against the wall behind him until he was sitting on the ground. As he stretched out his sore body, the second-born finally realized that after two whole months of not getting to hear MC's voice, seeing their smile, getting to touch them... he had gotten closer to finding them, all thanks to his brothers. He had let Lucifer's intimidation get the best of him throughout all this time, but not anymore. No matter whether his older brother would catch wind of where he was, and what he was doing, Mammon would never stop trying to bring back MC where they belonged. With him, in the Devildom, back with the family they had found and grown to love.

Closing the messaging app with his thumb, the picture of MC he had set as his D.D.D. background seemed to radiate like the sun. How dared them all try to separate his human from their first man? From the one who'd they come to whenever they had a nightmare and couldn't fall asleep? The demon who'd hug them as tight as possible in their bed after a long day at RAD? The one who'd had the chance to fall asleep with them, getting the absolute honor of seeing their face so close to his, and who'd protect their dreams from any bad thoughts and scary nightmares?

The anxiety that Mammon had worn on his face all day slowly disappeared, and a small smile was placed upon it instead as his eyes met MC's in the picture.

"I'm almost there. Ya just gotta be patient a little more."

I'll find ya.

Time went on as Mammon waited for any news of Levi and Satan's research. The rain showed no sign of clearing soon, and the demon was starting to doze off after spending his entire day without taking a single break. He could have almost fallen asleep if it hadn't been for the owner of the bakery opening the door to close his shop and asking him to sit somewhere else. So Mammon moved from one spot to another, and took shelter near another store instead.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting on the stone steps he had sat on, his phone's screen flashed a bright light as a new notification from Levi appeared from the top. Quickly passing his wrist on his tired eyes, Mammon tapped on the new message at the speed of light. The contents made him gasp, and for a second, he had almost forgotten how to breathe, as his now wide-open eyes were glued on the content of the message.

A full-on address, along with a picture of the place.

Mammon instantly stood up at the sight of the picture, the memories of his day resurfacing in a flash. He remembered very clearly seeing this particular building sometime during his search- its height had been making it stand out very easily amongst the other buildings in the city. Nobody couldn't mistake it with anything else.

Mammon: This is it?

Leviathan: Yeah, we placed down a map and confirmed it was there.

Leviathan: Satan actually found a book in his room with a spell that can help find a person's specific item with just some of their DNA.

Leviathan: So we went to MC's room and found some hair that Satan used for the spell, along with his phone so it could narrow down the list of MC's items.

Leviathan: I didn't think Satan's room could look even more of a mess, but he spent 10 minutes shoveling through his collection and now you can't even see the floor or his bed anymore lol

Leviathan: Anyway now that you got what you wanted, go and check if MC is there!

Mammon felt his legs move on their own as he flipped his jacket above his head and stepped under the rain again, a confident grin now brightly adorning his face as he typed on his phone to reply.

Mammon: Thanks Levi. I'll owe ya one.

Leviathan: Find MC and bring them back. Then you can consider us even.

Mammon nodded, a newfound hope filling his entire body and mind. After confirming that Levi had ceased texting him, the demon turned the phone off. He opened his hand to drop it on the wet floor, and let his right foot crash down upon it, the object almost breaking in half. Mammon promptly gathered in his hand the shattered item, now completely unusable, and threw it down a nearby sewer before letting his excitement take the best of him and sprint further in the direction of the building from the picture. At least, now Lucifer wouldn't be able to track him down with it if Levi and Satan got caught.

The more distance he covered, the more Mammon could swear he was about to take on his demon form at any moment. The thoughts of MC began to fill his head even more, as if they were the one pushing him to find them, to get to them as soon as possible. For the first time in 2 months, Mammon felt truly alive.

"Almost there. The Great Mammon's coming for ya, MC!!" he let out in the form of an encouragement to himself, his legs having found their energy again as his form was engulfed further into the city.

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Anxiously pacing around the room, their head low and their phone in their hands, MC was growing more and more impatient. They were supposed to receive an update from Solomon about three hours earlier in the form of a phone call, but no matter the amount of messages they'd spent in the hopes of the wizard finally answering them, all they received was a dreadful silence. Grabbing a nearby chair, they let their body fall onto the seat as their fingers typed yet another message. They couldn't really understand how they had come to grow so persistent when it came to getting Solomon to reply to them, but having no other person to talk to ever since they left the Devildom 2 months prior would do that to anyone, they assumed.

'Solomon, sorry, I know I'm sending a lot of texts, but you said you'd visit today and I'm starting to be worried and... honestly a bit lonely. I thought going out today would help, but I just sat in the park for an hour before going back home and not doing much of the day.'

'You were supposed to meet with other wizards today, right? I hope nothing bad happened. But in case you're alright, all I'm asking is just one reply to at least get some sort of human connection. Not that I had a lot of it in the past few months.'

They felt their throat tighten upon writing their last sentence, feeling the frustration spilling out of their own words right back into their face. But who could blame them?

2 months without seeing, hearing, or even texting their friends back in the Devildom. 2 months without receiving a single visit from Luke or Simeon. 2 months spent exclusively with the company of Solomon, who had been acting strange ever since and had made them move out of their home under the excuse that it was to "train them at magic in a more private setting". But more importantly... those had been 2 months without having Mammon around, and MC would lie if they said they hadn't spent several nights crying themself to sleep, wondering how the demon was dealing with their absence.

The memories of their latest departure from the Devildom played in their head like a movie as they placed a hand on their forehead. Everything had seemed alright at the time, with them getting to say their usual goodbyes to the brothers, wishing to see them again once the new year at RAD would start, foolishly thinking that they'd get to spend their time hearing their voices on a daily basis once they were back in the human world. And before they could understand, their DDD had been taken from them, Solomon had been more present in their life than ever before, and for a reason they still couldn't grasp, it was as if the brothers had vanished from their life completely. No news whatsoever. Complete radio silence.

Just thinking back to this period, and how they could have probably caught that something was up as soon as Diavolo asked for their DDD after the brothers had left... it just made them want to puke.

But nothing could make them want to do so as much as the long-awaited reply of Solomon appearing on their screen.

'Hi MC. I'm deeply sorry I couldn't get ahold of you throughout the day. I won't be able to visit you today, since my services are still required here. Besides, it's getting late. I recommend you go have a good night's sleep as soon as possible.'

'If everything goes smoothly, I should be able to come back tomorrow. Then, we'll be able to go walk wherever you want. How does that sound?'

'I need to be going, but I shall wish you a good night. Take care, MC.'

And just as quickly as he had answered, Solomon went silent again. Leaving them in this apartment they had grown to hate, this prison cell he had put them in. A place where no fun could be found for them. MC didn't even bother sending anything else after that.

Their head sunk even lower, until their forehead slowly met with the hard surface of the dinner table. The phone faceplanted onto the wood as MC's hands turned into hard fists, a deep groan shaking the walls of their throat. It was hard not to let the tears escape their eyes, but instead, they opted to punch the table several times as hard as they could, until they felt their anger diminish.

How long was Solomon going to act ignorant towards them? How long was he going to ignore their pleas to get news from the Devildom, anything that would let them know why they couldn't contact the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos? Even if the lords had been in some sort of trouble... they'd still find time to talk to their human, right? There was no way Mammon, the one they loved, wouldn't try to reach them one way or another... right?

Him who had been so clingy in such an adorable way every time they'd be at the House of Lamentation, he who had revealed to them that there wasn't a single day where his thoughts wouldn't drift to them no matter how hard he tried...

No. No amount of important duties would explain why Mammon of all demons, would ignore them like that.

They missed his antics. His entire being. The warmth he'd bring them each time he'd hold their hand before tucking his face into their neck like a pouting child, desperately trying to sneak one or two kisses in there, in the hopes he'd get to hear that sweet giggle of them. It wasn't for nothing that Lucifer had come to name them the chaotic duo of the House of Lamentation. They were two parts of a whole.

And yet, the world had dared to separate them. And MC was tired, oh so tired of not having their other half near them. The only feeling they had left, was one of pure desperation to see their greedy demon.

"I'm not asking for much... even a single word would do." MC replied to no one as they turned their head to rest their cheek onto the table. They closed their eyes, the anger slowly being replaced by a profound exhaustion. Could they really do nothing but act normal around Solomon, and accept that this was now their new life? No demons, no angels, just... humans around them?

Before they could slap the thought away, a loud banging coming from the entrance door made them straighten in their seat, their head turning towards the hallway in a panic. Their heart pounded inside their chest as the banging seemed to go on forever, until they used the back of their chair to push themself up, their legs shaking.

"S...Solomon?" They asked, way too silently for anyone to hear, and fully knowing that the person behind the door couldn't be the wizard.

As if they were waiting for an answer, MC stood there, their hand grasped onto the chair. The banging was insistent, demanding, angry. At this time of night, there were few reasons they could think why someone would mistreat their door in such a way, and MC wasn't sure they wanted to find the reason for it.

That is, until the person behind the door finally let their voice be heard.

"Oi, MC! Ya can hear me right?! Come on, open the door!"

It didn't take long for MC to let the familiar voice enter their ears, and it took less time for them to nearly stumble over the chair as their legs moved in a hurry to lead them towards the door as quickly as possible. Their hands messily trying to open the locks on the door, they were sure their mind had just played a trick on them, and the person outside was going to leave them completely disappointed, but they didn't care. This voice they could only remember so well despite the time since they had last heard it, was simply inviting them to open the door, to check for themselves whether it was true, or just a nasty joke played by their brain.

But as the last lock was undone, and the door was swung open, MC couldn't do anything but just stand there, their mouth agape.

Mammon kept on drawing breaths, his wet hair stuck to his forehead and drops of rain falling from his clothes onto the floor below, so much so that it had started to create a small puddle underneath him. As if the person who opened the door wasn't the one he expected, the demon took a step back, letting his eyes wander up and down on the human he had in front of him, almost in an attempt to check if it was really them. He too, couldn't stop his mouth from hanging open at the sight.

The two of them just stood there for a few seconds, taken by so many emotions at once that they weren't sure what to do. But right as Mammon took a step forward, his mouth opening some more to let out words that he so desperately had wanted to say for so long now, MC's face contorted into one of pure sadness before they rushed towards him. Mammon greedily welcomed them into his arms as they jumped and wrapped their arms around his shoulders, and their legs around his waist. They buried their face into his neck, the warmth of their tears mixing with the rain on his skin.

His embrace only tightened even more as they mumbled his name amidst broken sobs, the sound ever so close to his ear that even though he had his eyes firmly closed, he might have cried on the spot too. But he had found them. He had them in his arms again. After what had seemed like a million years, finally, they were back where they belonged, and he was back with his human.

Almost as if they were about to be pulled away from him, Mammon placed a hand on the back of their head, wanting to protect their entire being from harm no matter the cost. He still wasn't sure why it had taken so long for him to reunite with them despite the obstacles, but at the present moment, nothing else could matter.

The lord had finally found them, and he wasn't about to let anyone interfer between their happiness once more.

"I ain't letting you go." He whispered through gritted teeth, his head lowering into their shoulder. "Ever again."

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Let Chaos Reign

Chapter 3- Don’t Provoke The Bear

Summary: After getting your shit rocked by the Avengers, you now wake up in a strange new place even more pissed off then you already were. Also that one pretty looking dark haired guy won’t leave you alone.

Warning: reader being chaotic, Bucky trying his best

Masterlist - Chapter 2

Eyes still closed you can feel a soft pressure holding you up, slowly parting your eyelids, you’re soon greeted by the sight of bright lights circling you overhead, though they remain unmoving. On further inspection, once you force yourself into a seated position, you take notice that you’re in some kind of flat spherical glass holding cell.

Blinking groggily, you look down to find your clothes are all still on your body, suddenly a pang of fear hits you at the thought of your mothers necklace. Reaching for it, you’re relieved to feel it’s still with you. Thanking whoever will listen for that bit of good fortune in this otherwise adverse predicament.

Shifting your gaze back to the current situation of the room, you’re able to see around to some sort of large cavernous lab area with a multitude of that armored man from earlier, though you can tell there is no vital life that stirs within them. Guards maybe? Decoys? You have no idea.

Suddenly your eyes catch movement from the left door, a dark skinned man in black clothing and a single patch over his left eye appears. “Good morning. I’m Director Fury.” He smiles with a friendly nod, arms clasped behind his back while he walks over to you, “Or should I say afternoon?”

Getting off the elevated bed, you wander towards the thick glass keeping you from him, “Where am I?”

Fury nods, “Better question you should be asking is how long you’ve been out for, cause damn, you can sleep.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

He chuckles knowingly, “I almost couldn’t believe it myself when the team told me. But wow, holding back both Vision and Wanda for as long as you did. I’m thoroughly impressed.” He boasts for you, genuinely fascinated by your daring feat.

Right, those two.

You frown, gaze hard set and intimidating, “Where the fuck am I?”

“Well for one, you’ve been out for a whole 15 hours since they found you unconscious but alive after getting blasted by Vision and Wanda. Weren’t sure if you were gonna make it, seems the universe has yet to take you out.”

Pursing your lips together in irritation, you glare through the glass at him, “Well I’m not exactly from here so....doesn’t matter. Tell me what this place is and where the fuck I am!”

He holds up his hands, “Alright no need to get heated.” Before clasping them behind his back as he begins pacing slowly back and forth in front of you, “You’ve created quit the stir since arriving in Ireland. My intelligence first received a message indicating a storm greater then a category four hurricane, which by our standards is pretty damn massive. Soon a fun little video of you throwing some busses around like rag dolls peaked my interest. And give or take a couple days, here you are.”

Giving him a deadpanned stare, you cross your arms, “The mystery of the century. Where am I?”

“Alright fine I won’t leave you in suspense, you’re in New York State. In a very secure and safe facility home to the Avengers. Nice place huh?” He smiles, dark eyes looking elsewhere as he gives a little once over of the room.

“I’m in a cell.”

“Yes. But it’s a clean cell.”

Suddenly you slam your left fist against the thick glass causing him to flinch, “You have no right to hold me here! Release me. Now.” You growl darkly, golden irises appearing to almost glow with your building vexation.

“Can’t do that.”

“Alright then, if that’s how it’s going to be. Then I’ll do it myself.”

A second later he’s genuinely startled as you cock your arm back before slamming it into the clear thick glass. With the power of bending the material and your people’s strength, the glass cracks into a fist sized area. Satisfied with this, you do it again and again before a voice startles you.

[Miss, please refrain from breaking that. Mr. Stark has requested that you stop immediately.]

“Agreed.” Says Fury as he hustles over to the far wall, bringing his arm up to his mouth, he speaks but you can’t tell what he’s saying. What nonsense is he even doing?

Ignoring both of them, you punch the glass a fourth time before the voice interrupts again. [Miss. Please suspend your advances. Mr. Stark is on his way.]

Halting your fist from punching a fifth time, you take a step back and bring yourself to the center. Positioning yourself in a fighters stance, legs slightly bent, arms held about 90 degrees; you thrust them forward causing the metal contraption to creak and whine in protest.

Holding your arms close to your body now, you make two tight fists before violently punching at the air; the metal holding in the glass slams forcefully against the far wall. Destroying a couple of those stoic armored sentinels in the process.

“What the fuck?!” Yelps Fury in surprise as he falls to the floor from the force of the impact, “Hey! You better stay right the fuck over there!” He warns while cowering in the corner, nothing to really threaten you with but his voice. That is until he pulls out a stunted black gun, like the ones you have seen on the Norwegian police. You ignore his threats anyways.

Taking your first steps out of the desolated cell feels almost euphoric, your body embraces how strong and dangerous you feel among this place and what has presented itself to you within her walls. A man and his words, a disembodied voice telling you to stop fighting your way to freedom. Ridiculous, they have no idea who you are.

You take a single step left when the man, Fury, shouts loudly, “Stay right there!” Your eyes find the gun held tightly within his grasp, “I will shoot!”

You don’t care for this shallow warning, there are things in this universe more important then a mortal mans fearful intimidation. Opening up your palm, the gun flies out of his hands while he gasps with a start, eyes wide and panicked as you turn the short nosed barrel towards him. Closing your fist, the gun combusts to nothing more then destroyed metal and hard plastic as it clatters to the floor.

He watches in disbelief as you then turn to your left before taking the first door that reads exit above it; you wander past a long hallway until you come across a door leading to a long flight of stairs to some floor with a sign reading - Parking Area - the door is obviously closed.

This is too easy, you think suspiciously, somethings not right.

Opening up the door, you’re greeted by a large cavernous glass and metal room holding a large black aircraft on the far end, a couple more vehicles parked in various areas spread about the place. And not a soul in sight.

Hustling along into the room, you’re able to reach the door on the other side, opening it, you cautiously stick your head out. Ahead of you is a large green yard stretching all the way back to a tree line with trees placed neatly along a road leading up to the facilities main entrance area.

To your far left is a large river, but still, you have no idea where New York is. This is all unfamiliar territory to you, so finding the Ancient One is going to be a tough fucking job.

Not seeing anyone, you take your first couple steps into the open. Soon you’ve made it halfway across the grass headed for the tree line before the sound of gravel crunching causes you to pause and turn around to face the intruder.

So close. The woods are right there.

Clenching your fists, you keep a defensive stance as you stare him down, this man is undoubtedly familiar. He’s dressed in boots, jeans, a pair of cloves for some reason, and a faded grey t-shirt that’s mostly covered by his forest green jacket, while his long dark hair is washed and sits handsomely around his face. Blue eyes staring at you apprehensively, “We’re not here to harm you.” Cautiously says the man in a soft tone of voice, hoping not to provoke you again.

“Then why was I just locked in a cell?”

He pauses for a moment, “Uh, okay, yeah that looks bad.”

“Precisely.

You turn to leave, yet his voice makes you stay, “You don’t have to be on your own you know. I don’t know what you’re looking for, or who....but doing it alone will only take longer. We could help you, if you want.” He suggests with the tiniest hint of a smile. You don’t trust him.

You look towards the lake before finding his gaze yet again, your golden eyes admittedly sadder as you softly answer him, “No one can help me.”

He takes a step forward, face softening, “I felt the same way once. Alone and confused, not sure where to go, no one to trust. Believe me, it sucked......so, I’m just hoping you’ll listen. That’s it.”

“Well, I don’t particularly like any of you. And so far you’ve all gotten in my way and fought me....I have no reason to trust a thing you say.”

He purses his lips together and nods, you’ve got him there, but nonetheless he takes another step forward, “Sorry about that.” He mutters while rubbing the back of his neck, “Uh, let me try and start over....I’m Bucky. And I am definitely not here to fight you. Promise.”

Eyeing him up suspiciously, you take a step back, “Y/N Lavpranthus..of Vanaheim.” You finally reveal, albeit with a smidge of apprehension, however you are not one to hold back your own name if someone is to speak freely theirs.

Bucky nods, incredibly grateful for your calm demeanor for the moment and this first bout of information given willingly by you, though he has not a single clue where Vanaheim is, this is progress. Good progress; perhaps the team was right to send him out first as their guinea pig against the big bad wolf.

Stupid in retrospect, but so far it’s appeared an effective strategy instead of Tony’s idea which was to have Vision and Wanda knock you out again. Not an efficient way to make friends who can throw busses around like its nothing but a bag of grapes...and all without even touching them.

Bucky reveals the flash of a smile as you slowly calm your once defensive stance, though you’re still wary of his true intentions, “Y/N.” Repeats Bucky with a genuine grin as he tests out your name on his tongue, “Never heard that one before, it’s beautiful.

Taken aback by his kindness and sincere compliment to your name, you finally let your guard down, “My mother gave that to me, it was her sisters name, though she died before I met her. Guess it doesn’t matter now...” He frowns as you share a dismal look with the ground, remembering the events that brought you here in the first place. 

Family.

Soon your anger rises once more as you think of your brother, that conniving piece of shit, “Bucky....I-I can’t stay here. I have to go, you wouldn’t understand. And I don’t want you to be involved....fuck....he probably already has scouts hunting for me.”

Bucky’s brows furrow in confusion, who would you be talking about he has no idea, “Y/N, no one could hurt you here, alright. This place is pretty damn guarded. I mean, we are the Avengers.”

Shaking your head you take a step backwards, “No, none of you understand how dangerous he is, I’m lucky he didn’t kill me when he had the chance.”

“Who tried to kill you?”

Finding his worried gaze once more, you back closer towards the woods, a knowingly loathsome look crossing your features as you frown, “My brother.” And with that do you make a swift exit into the trees, out of sight in an instant.

Bucky takes a hasty step forward before looking back at the base where all of the Avengers are watching from the windows, they collectively make a go-get-her motion with their hands, indicating that Y/N is now his problem.

Fantastic, he thinks sarcastically, half the team can fly and I’m going after a demigod with family problems.

——

Jumping over fallen trees and ragged roots alike, you’re swifter then a young leopard under the treetops, it’s admittedly incredibly freeing that you almost get lost in the rush of it all as your boots pound against the leafy ground.

Arms pumping you quickly along while you run deeper into the woods, you can’t remember the last time you’ve felt so free, though your fun soon comes to an abrupt halt when something hard latches onto both of your legs, instantly you begin falling towards the quickly approaching earth.

With lightening reflexes, your hands are thrusted outwards while you emit a blast of air that saves you from suffering brain damage or a bruised face. The wind aids your body in stabilizing itself once again; now standing with your lower legs tied collectively by some metal clasp, you quickly clap your hands together before focusing your release.

The metal clamps rip apart from off of your legs, freeing you in an instant, “What the fuck was that about?” You mutter to yourself when what would you know it, there’s Bucky standing not even twenty feet from you, an apologetic look on his annoyingly handsome face.

He raises his gloved hands into the air, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how else to stop you...”

Shaking your head in disappointment, you take a step in his direction, “Bucky, you’re going to really wish you didn’t just do that.”

“Uh.” Is all he’s able to mutter before you send him flying backwards with the force of a small windstorm, you watch in amusement as he breaks some branches on his way to the ground.

“You really don’t like following orders now do you?” He hears you chuckle, “I like that. You’ve got a brave heart I’ll admit.” He watches as you walk into view, a knowing smirk adorning your beautiful otherworldly features, “Courage, it’s good. Even after what I did to you a couple days ago, you still came to speak with me when no one else dared, it’s valiant. You would be a noble warrior in my homeland.”

Bucky could have blushed if not for the stick poking uncomfortably into his back, “Thanks....you seem like...uh....an experienced...woman.” Mutters Bucky, mentally cringing at how unbelievably stupid that just sounded in comparison with how gloriously divine you are.

You snort, “Easy on the eyes and a skilled fighter. Guess conversation is too adept for even the likes of you.”

Bucky shows you a cheeky grin as he jumps to his feet, “Well....uh...you don’t really know me that well yet.”

You laugh at his weak flirting skills, “Too bad I’ve got elsewhere to be. I bet you’re fine company.”

“Right...right, yeah...” Mumbles Bucky with a nod, not really confident he’s gonna be able to sway you completely to his side, he just needs you to come back with him to the base. That’s it, well, in a calmly manner. “Uh...do you even know where you are?”

You open your mouth to speak but pause as you actually have not a single clue where you really are, brows furrowed you answer, “Upstate New York.” Your accent dripping strong with a tinge of uncertainty that greatly annoys you.

Bucky smiles, “Do you know where that is?”

“Well.....not completely but I’m willing to find out, elsewhere. I don’t need help, believe me.”

Bucky throws his hands up, “I believe you. It’s just....I don’t think you’re gonna find your brother without a little guidance here...”

“Don’t patronize me!” You snap angrily, eyes practically glowing gold as you fill with irritation; he’s trying to distract you from your goal, you don’t need any help from anyone. Your brother would never dare ask for such a thing if he was in your place, he probably would have killed this man in the facility yard without a second thought. “You’re all just prying little bastards, I have no business with any of you when my personal quandary is concerned!”

Clearly noticing he’s struck some kind of nerve, and remembering he’s been tasked with gathering as much information about you as possible while striving for the end goal of a truce. Bucky stupidly pressures you further, “Your brother can’t be that terrible, I mean.....what did he do?” Asks Bucky with a casual shrug, a sudden pang of fear flashing through his eyes as you send him a nasty glare.

You don’t even give him a moment to react before his forest green jacket is ablaze from your quick thrust of flame out of your fist, Bucky instantly yelps in surprise before swiftly throwing the burning fabric off of him before he catches fire himself. The jacket falls to a flaming heap on the forest floor, “What the hell?!” Yells Bucky, eyes wide at your incredibly abrupt act of hostility.

Whoosh!

And Bucky’s flat on his back with you right on top of him, kneeling down to meet his startled gaze, his breath hitches as you forcefully grab his stubbled jaw. Your eyes two golden coins of tempered rage, “You have no idea what he has done to me or my realm, you’re lucky I’m not like him or you’d be a burnt corpse adding to the ash of the universe. Pray you never meet him.” Your lip quivers in angered emotion as you lightly squeeze his jaw, “And if we meet again, I assure you someone will die.”

Bucky keeps still as stone as you finally release him from your admittedly powerful grasp, soon you rise to your full height, giving him one last conflicted look before sauntering off into the bushes.

He lets out a breath he didn’t know he had, chest rising heavily as the adrenaline rush of the fire and you touching him brings him back to reality. He’s on the ground in the woods and you’re absolutely no where to be seen. Soon he jumps to his feet and jogs in your direction until he reaches a gravel road leading back to the Avengers Facility.

You’re gone, just like a phantom in the shadows, gone.

Shaking his head in frustration, Bucky treks back to the base where Steve, Tony, and Natasha are waiting for him outside, all equally curious as to what the hell happened.

“Looks like you were unsuccessful, Barnes.” Quips Tony as Bucky throws him a dirty look.

“She’s...just.....complicated.” Mutters the tired Winter Soldier with a frown as they follow him to the front doors.

——

Bucky slouches comfortably into the back of the lounging rooms giant plush couch, a heating pad seated blissfully against his bruised back from all the times you knocked his ass to the ground today. Sam, Tony, Steve, and Natasha seated in various areas around the lounging room as they give him a break to rest.

Though the peace is soon broken by the sound of Tony’s irritating voice, “You at least get a name to hold against that psycho?”

Bucky throws him an annoyed glance, “She’s not a psycho, and her name is Y/N....I can’t remember her last name. It was something Middle Earth-like I don’t know.”

“Y/N?” Repeats Steve, “That’s different.”

Bucky’s face shifts to concentrated puzzlement, “Yeah, I know....it’s just, she said Y/N of Vanaheim or whatever that means....not sure but she’s definitely not from around here.”

“Really? What drew you to that final conclusion.” Jokes Sam as Bucky mutters an incomprehensible fuck off while the Falcon chuckles.

Natasha’s voice suddenly enters the conversation, “So she’s after her brother?”

Bucky nods, “Yep.”

“And doesn’t appear to know her way around this world either?”

“Yep.”

Natasha hums in thought as Sam speaks, “Damn. I wonder what happened to her before she got dumped into our world...”

Bucky suddenly sits up, “It’s just....she said some people are probably already after her, uh....her brothers guardsman I think?”

Steve takes a step forward, eye brows raised in interest, “Guardsmen?”

Tony nods, “Or are these some type of glorified assassins? I’m just putting this out there, but we really need to get this shit under control before she ends up destroying a building next. Or these, whoever is after her, decide to...oh I don’t know...kill some civilians while they’re at it.”

Bucky’s face shifts to puzzlement, “Dammit. It’s kinda my fault she ran off.” They all give him a varying amount of intrigued expressions as he sighs, “I was just trying to get more info out of her and then I talked about her brother and she set my jacket on fire, before throwing me to the ground and roughly grabbing my face to threaten me, she was really mad too.”

Sam smirks, “Did you enjoy it. Getting manhandled by a pretty lady in the woods?”

“Sam.” Mutters Steve like a disappointed father reprimanding his son.

“Come on Buck, it’s okay, you can tell us. Was it nice?”

Bucky throws him a deadly glare, “Actually it was, I felt very loved and comforted.” He quips, voice dripping in sarcasm before a more thoughtful expression crosses his features, “But she didn’t actually hurt me. I don’t know, she almost looked conflicted to leave....I don’t know it happened so fast.” He mumbles, closing his eyes as he falls back into the comfort of the couch.

“Well as much as I’m enjoying this time together with all of you...” Says Natasha, “We now have a person from an unknown world on the loose with incredible power and the means to use it as she wants. We all know where that can lead us.”

“With more collateral damage then what Ultron gave us.” Adds Tony, “Fortunately this time it won’t be my fault...like that makes a big difference I know. Still, she’s the Avengers newest problem now and we don’t have a damn clue where Miss. Anger Management is.”

“Uh, not exactly.” Starts Bucky as they all turn to look at him. Sam raises an intrigued brow, “What do you mean, not exactly?”

“I, well uh-when she was threatening me, well one of the times she was threatening me...I was able to plant a tracker on the inside of her one pocket. Then she pushed me into the grass and ran off into the woods, I couldn’t keep up even if I tried. She was just gone, but at least I was able to do that. It’s something.”

“Barnes.” Says Tony slowly, “And you’re just telling us this now? When we could have been sending some intelligence or agents or even ourselves out to find her.”

“Sorry but I was recovering from getting beaten up by a beautiful demigod to remember so soon,” Sasses Bucky, “but yeah, that aside, she’s got a tracker on her so all I’d need to do is pull it up on my phone and I’m good to go. Well, as long as she hasn’t found it yet.” 

“If it’s just like that, you’re sharing with the rest of the class.” Says Tony while he wanders over to the television mounted upon the wall, “I’m gonna have you link with the tv, I don’t wanna miss a second.”

With a dramatic sigh does the Winter Soldier lean over to grab the thin metal device from off of the coffee table in front of him while Tony flicks on the large tv screen. Once all is set correctly and synched up, the others watch on in curiosity as he scrolls around a bit before finding the app and clicking on it, a couple passwords are sent in and accepted when the screen then shows one option labeled -Unite_1P - between two white bars within a sea of black.

He taps the label and the screen changes to a view of North America resembling that of google maps, but the screen soon shifts to zoom in on a moving pin point in red that’s traveling a couple miles far northeast of the Bronx, where it appears that Y/N happens to be trekking through some forest heading downwards towards that designated part of New York City.

Steve’s eyes trail over the red pin point, “So that’s where Y/N is going?”

“Seems like it. And she hasn’t a damn clue where she’s actually going either.”

Sam keeps his gaze locked onto the map as well, “And what does she want exactly?”

 “She said something about finding her brother but that’s honestly it, I tried to help her but it was almost pointless. She’s on her own mission now, and no ones going to get in her way.”

Steve sighs, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“What?”

“Y/N. Someone getting in her way, someone just trying to lend a hand and she takes it the wrong way and then...”

“I know man, but I don’t think she’d do that to some innocent person. At least I don’t think she would.” Worries Bucky while everyone takes a moment to process and stare at the screen, red pin point still moving slowly towards New York City. The creak of wood is suddenly heard and all five Avengers turn their heads towards the abrupt noise of Director Fury who’s found himself a spot to stand in the large room.

“Unfortunately we don’t know that. And as the worlds mightiest heroes. It’s your collective duty to always assume the worst. She’s strong, has a goal, and appears able to get it if she tries hard enough. It’s admirable, and yes she’s no Loki...but she is a danger to Earth the less we know about her true intentions and the longer she’s out of our reach.” Explains Fury, “Barnes you’ve done incredibly well. But our apparent need for you has increased as well, so I suggest you smack on a band-aid because we’re going to have a nice civil conversation with her whether she wants it or not.”

“Me?”

“Yes you. You’re the only person she hasn’t tried to send a chunk of metal at, you got close, you got the information. We need you to do it again.”

Steve looks to Fury, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. What if she...”

“I’ll do it.....” They all give Bucky a collective array of questionable facial expressions as he shrugs, “What? I think she’ll listen, maybe, okay I’m not one hundred percent sure if Y/N will hear me out. But I gotta try right? She’s conflicted inside, she’s hurt and alone....if I just have a moment, another moment, I think I could get to her. I think she’ll listen.”

Fury smiles as Steve lowers his gaze, “That’s what I like to hear Mr. Barnes. And don’t none of you worry alright. We’ll be close, at a safer distance of course, but close in case anything goes south. Now the day is still young and we have a demigod to find, I assume you all know what to do.”

Steve looks to the array of assembled heroes, “Suite up..well actually...just Bucky.”

The designated man of the hour rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.”

-

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wasted on you - matthew tkachuk

a/n: hiii so this is my first fic...my old blog had a few blurbs but thats about it. anyway, this fic was kind of brought on by an argument i had with a really close friend and it’s just a lot of rambling. i was in a big slump about it and find that writing helps me cope a little. this is a little bit of an enemies to lovers type story too. my writing style is a little different, its a lot of just monologue so that way you can imagine in your mind the location and actions, things like that. please please do not hesitate to send me feedback i really want to know what you think!! thanks for all the support on this new blog i really love my followers and all the support i get here on this site:)

morgan wallen- wasted on you

warnings: swearing, arguing

word count: 1.5k

You can tell by the way he was swaying back and forth as you looked at him through the peephole of your apartment. He was drunk.

“You realize what time it is? Why are you here? What do you want?” you say opening the door, contemplating even opening the door for him at all.

“Hello to you too baby.” He says leaning against your door frame.

“Don’t call me that. I’m not your baby.”

“yea but I know you like it, I see the way your breathing changes when I call you baby.”

“oh please give it a break.” You roll your eyes.

He walks into your apartment and pushes you out of the way so he can shut the door behind him.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you push “why are you here its 2:30 in the morning. Forget where you lived?” you ask crossing your arms over your chest. Matthew leans on the table in your front hall, needing the support to stand up straight you assume.

“You always have to be so mean to me?” he laughed, licking his bottom lip.

“It’s easiest.”

“I love you.” He blurts out.

“What?” your eyes widen.

“I love you.” He slurs for a second time. There’s a moment of silence, only thing being heard is his fast breathing and your heart pounding in your chest. You say a silent prayer, hoping that he doesn’t hear it too. You look down at your hands, fingers fidgeting with your thumbnail.

“Go home.” You shake your head.

“I am home.” He motions around your apartment with both arms.

“You’re not. You don’t live here. You’re drunk.” You say still shaking your head trying to guide him back to the front door.

“I know.”

“Then go home.” You say rolling your eyes and sighing in defeat.

“I already told you y/n, you’re not listening to me. I am home.”

“Matthew-“

“You are home to me, baby.” He says looking down at his feet. You freeze. Your hand is still on his upper arm. You don’t know what to say. Could he really mean what he’s saying? Is he pulling some stupid prank, trying to pull a reaction out of you so that he can tell the boys and embarrass you later? Is he saying this because he’s drunk?

You take a deep breath, and he looks up at you. You see something flash in his eyes. Something you’ve never seen there before…hope. What happened to the big, tough, hockey player that you could not stand? This man standing in front of you, pouring his heart out into your hands, drunk, isn’t the Matthew you thought you knew. The one who you could barely stand being around, only seems to talk to you if it’s an insult that he makes sure your friends hear.

“go home Matthew. Get some sleep. Sober up.”

He closes his eyes and takes in a shaky breath. As he turns to leave you feel tears stinging your eyes. You don’t know why he’s making you feel like this. Once he leaves and is halfway down the hallway, you open your door and call after him. He stops in his track immediately turning to face you. When you run up to him you stop yourself before you do anything. There are a few moments of silence before you kiss his cheek and whisper, “I know you’re drunk but I hope that you don’t forget what you said tonight, that you love me.” And with that you turn and head back into your apartment before you let the tears start to fall.

*

Screaming and arguing, the norm when Matthew was around.

“And after we had started to get along too… I was really starting to think that maybe you weren’t so terrible like I thought you were! And the fact that you told my friends, my friends Matthew, that you think I’m some stuck-up bitch, how fucking dare you!” you scream at him.

“I never intended for you to hear that-“

“Oh, so you didn’t want me to hear it but you never said you didn’t mean it….do you mean what you said Matthew? Is that really what you think about me?” you ask eerily calm.

“Oh my fucking god!! See, this is what I mean! Fuck, like if it doesn’t go your way you’ll freak out until someone finally agrees with you! And the only reason they agree with you is because they’re so done putting up with your shit!” he screams.

“You’re such an ass! Get the fuck out of my face I’m so sick of you! I can’t believe I ever thought that we could get along.” You shout, walking closer and closer to him, scaring him out of your apartment.

“Everything you said to me the other day. A waste it seems like. All this time we’ve spent together, all the money and the time just driving around trying to not hate each other as much as we do simply because our friends couldn’t take it anymore, an udder and complete waste, wasn’t it? Do you remember what you said to me the other night? Or were you too drunk?”

“you take that back right now you hear me?” he lowers his voice, pointing his finger at you.

“Oh I don’t owe you any sorries honey. None at all”

At that moment, Matthew aggressively grabs you. You let out a frightened gasp, not knowing what he’s going to do. He pushes you against your closed front door and kisses you hard. You audibly gasp into the kiss.

The kiss doesn’t last long because you push him away. “Oh fuck off. Don’t think that by doing that I’ll turn to mush in your arms I-“

Matthew reaches up and puts his hand on the side of your neck to pull you in for another heated kiss. This time you give up and kiss him back. You do melt into his arms. Maybe it wasn’t a hate for each other that you had, but your way of taking it out on yourself. You two were mirror images of each other and that’s why you could never seem to get along.

“I haven’t been a waste and you know that. We’re such a pain to one another, I get it. I’m such a pain in the ass, baby please, I hear it every day from randos walking past me down the street. And you’re not better if I’m being fucking honest.” You scoff. He pulls in a deep breath.

“Please, just hear me out.” He says looking down at you, so small below him. You nod, allowing him to continue.

“But I’m so attracted to you. And I do want to be with you, you have no fucking clue. We work together. In some way, we work so well. And you know that too. Because if we didn’t work, you wouldn’t have bothered sticking around to argue with me. You would’ve left, even though this is technically your apartment.” You let out a small laugh. You know he’s right. You hate when he’s right.

“You need me. Admit it.” He’s so close you can feel his hot breath on your cheek, not daring to look up at him.

“I didn’t mean what I said when I called you a bitch. I have my moments you know that.”

“You can’t just kiss me, apologize and think that’s going to work.” You reach for the door to try and leave. You didn’t know what else you could do. He grabs your wrist.

“I did mean what I said when I came by the other day. I don’t just throw that kind of stuff around.” He pleads.

“Then say it.” You blurt before you could stop yourself.

Matthew wasn’t expecting that. He thought you were about to walk out on him, leave him alone in your own apartment only to return later and him not be there. Now it was his turn to be confused.

“What?” he asks furrowing his brows watching your every movement, still holding on to your wrist.

You take a step closer to him, letting the door fall shut behind you now. You step closer to him so that your chest is almost touching his. You look up at his big frame standing above you and into his confused eyes.

“Say it again. Say what you said to me the other night.”

You see the confusion leave his eyes, knowing exactly what you meant now.

“I love you.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in. He reached out and ran his hand over your cheek.

“Say it again.” You breathe out, closing your eyes at the feeling of his hand so softly on your face.

“I love you. I love you.” He leans forward and kisses you. And kisses you. And kisses you. “I love you.” He says between kissing you.

“I love you too Matthew.” You smile into his lips.

You never wanted to leave his grasp ever. H was right, if you knew that it wasn’t right, you wouldn’t have kept trying.

[xoxo-nikki-xoxo]

I put a spell on you

Kol X Female Reader  mentions of past relationship with Kol X Davina

Prompt number 26 and 31 “You ruined me; I don't even know how to look at you” “This can't be happening… you cheated” 

Word count: 1409

Notes: I am making its own special tag list for The Originals. If you want to be added send in a ask or a private comment. 

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It was late and no word from him. All Kol had told you was he was stopping by to see some of the covens of New Orleans to help find a solution for the hallow. That was about four hours ago and still no word from him, which was very unusual. Being a human, you had no advantages. You were just stuck at the compound pacing your bedroom back and forth waiting for his return. 

“Still haven't heard from him” Rebekah asks, peeking into the doorway. 

“No... I'm worried sick I only suggested he go to the covens because maybe they knew more information about the hollow” Sighing you sat down running your hand through your hair. 

“Well, you know better than no one that the covens would be stupid to do something to Kol, it would start a war” Rebekah said entering the room, she sits down next to you rubbing your arm to calm you down.  

“I just have this gut feeling Beks something terrible is happening right now...” You hummed  

You didn’t hear from Kol all that night, and even though you don’t want to admit it, something horrid had you just didn’t know what it was. 

“Y/N? Darling?!” His voice rang all throughout the compound, he sounded worried, or maybe a little on edge. 

“Kol where the hell have you been? You had me worried-” You paused looking at him. His hair was ruffed up “What happened to you... You look-” You paused again. His clothes looked messed up too. His V-neck was more like a U-neck and his pants wrinkled. He looked rushed, like he was rushing to leave somewhere. 

“I can explain everything darling you just have to believe me when I say I don’t know what happened. It was like I was under a spell. I only remember talking to Davina about some dark objects I had helped her family create then before I knew it, I was in her bed” He says walking towards you to grab your hand, but you move it away from him not wanting him to touch you. Tears started to build up in your eyes 

“This can't be happening..... You cheated?” You croaked out; this was too much to take. But you couldn’t help jumping to conclusion when he looked like that. Or when he said he was in HER bed. You knew they had had history before you but never to this extent. 

“No, I didn’t- no I wouldn’t have done that” He paused looking you dead in the eyes. 

“I just... I don’t know Kol. How do I know if you're lying or not? I'm not superhuman. I don’t have 

magical powers like you do with your vampirisms. You had to have slept with her if you woke up naked in her damn bed. How could you have done that to me?” You shouted, running a hand through your hair anxiously. Every step he tried to take towards you, you took one back. 

“How can you even say that? You know that I don't want to be like this. Some days it's hard to control myself. But that's not the point I'm trying to make. With or without super powers you should know I am not lying to you. I may be a liar to others but I’m not to you.” he shouted. He was starting to lose control of himself, but that's when she walked in. Her heels clicking off the cement floor.

“Kol?! Kol?! I can explain everything, you just have to hear me out!” Her voice sounds so angelic, you enved Davina Clare. Her beautiful brown hair, voice of angels, and she was a witch. Everyone knows Kols past relationship with her. So how can you not envy a beautiful girl like her?

“I can't, this is way too much for me to take. I need to go out for some fresh air” You sigh walking past both of them. Maybe Kol and you weren't meant to be. But that was a thought you couldn't handle. 

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The streets were busy in New Orleans, which helped clear your mind surprisingly. The thoughts of what conspired these past two days were eating at your heart. You love Kol and his whole family if you're being honest. But was this worth it; the pain and suffering of his family drama? You didn't know nor did you want to know the true answer to that question.

“I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying any attention” You blurted out when running into a complete stranger. But the person wasn't quite a stranger like you thought.

“It's quite okay darling” Kol replies back to you. “I can't leave you alone out wandering the streets. Now please can we go home so I can explain how this whole situation happened.” Kol says grabbing ahold of both your arms which forces you to look at him.

“I don't want to g-” Before you knew it he was pulling you into his chest. You tried to fight him off but the rush of everything happening at once makes you feel very dizzy. Your eyes closed after you got swept into his arm, fainting.

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“You have to believe me Rebekah... I would have never cheated... I don’t know what Davina did to me but I just remember waking up in her bed, but that’s not the point. I have no clue how I ended up in that bed with her. When I went after her she fainted right into my arms. I swear to what god you believe in I didn't hurt her. Physically at least” Kol pleaded his case to Beks 

“I believe you brother, but I don’t think I'm the one you should be pleading with” She whispers pointing to you in bed. ”It's her” You were just starting to wake up from when you fainted. The room was only lit up by the flame of two candles. He turns his head to look at you, his face glowing from the light. He knew you were crushed but you had to know. You just had to know the truth.

“Y/N... Please listen to me” Kol says, his voice soft as he moves closer to the bed. Sitting down next to you. He reaches his hand out to stroke your cheek like he always does when comforting you.

“You ruined me Kol; I don’t even know how to look at you” You whispered out flinching away from his hand that was aiming for your cheek. 

“Then don’t look at me... But please just listen to me, my love” He responded taking your silence as your answer he began to speak. 

“I don’t know how I got in Davina's bed, my darling. You have to believe me, Davina told me that as a joke some of her witchy friends decided to put me under an unconscious state. I wasn't even my true self. But anyways she did know what was happening okay. She thought it was real and came to apologize because she knew that I love you!” Kol says he was fighting tears from coming out.

“You're getting off track with your story...” You mumbled, still facing away from him. 

“The moral of the truth y/n is I didn't do it. I wasn't me while I was under the spell. I love you not her. It's you ” Kol communicated, putting his hand on your cheek, moving your face to look at him, which you allowed. 

“I’m still heart broken. My heart break will take a few weeks to heal” You replied looking at Kol as his mouth twitched trying not to smile “I may be a fool for this but I love you too, Kol Mikaelson ” You said looking at his eyes and glanced down to his lips.

“I will make this up to you” was all he said before your lips connected in a passionate kiss that spoke all of your unspoken words. 

“No matter how long it takes I will always try to make it up to you. I will spend my dying days telling you just how much you are worth to me” He whispered as both of your heads rested against each other in the beautiful/sweet moment of forgiveness.

[genshinfanboy]

His Dearly Beloved.

|Hello everyone. An update I won't be taking requests for a bit. The requests I did have were deleted. My apologies please feel free to resubmit them when requests are open again. Anyways on to this one-shot. Please enjoy and as always feel free to change the pronouns to fit your own. Have a lovely day or night everyone.

Childe x GN! Fatui reader

Warning: There will be spoilers for Childe's story and story quest.

(Y/N) had known the eleventh Fatui harbinger for a long time. Long before he was known as Childe, or Tartaglia. They knew him before he had fallen into the abyss. The two had been very close and attached to one another. They were best friends. After Childe had become a harbinger it became rarer for the two to see each other. (Y/N) wasn't too fond about not seeing their best friend for what could be months away from each other. They used to be inseparable. (Y/N) remembers Childe's older siblings teasing their friend. They sent letters back and forth to each other. The day that they gained a vision was the day they would start training to work with Ajax. They knew being apart of the fatui wasn't the safest and people would look at them differently. The thought of being able to see Ajax got rid of their fear. They took a deep breath as they got ready for their exam. Their last letter to Tartaglia they said that they were preparing a surprise for him. They held a faint smile thinking about the other before heading to their exam. If the archons are on their side they should be reunited with their best friend in a few weeks.

Childe felt exhausted as he took a deep breath. He was feeling frustrated as his best friend had stopped send letters after they said they had a surprise being prepared for him. It had been three and a half weeks after all. He's received a letter from them every week without fail since he joined the fatui. He always sent one back. He wondered what was going on. He frowned at his desk he tapped his fingers on the desk. Not hearing from them worried him greatly. He knew how the world works. If something happened to the first person he fell in love with before he could take over the world, he'd kill whatever touched them. As he sat at his desk doing his paperwork he started feeling a bit antsy. He remembers the promise they made him when he left. They wouldn't break that if they had a choice. He wondered if he can manage to go home again. This time without worry about the nation of Liyue coming after him. Then he could go give them a piece of his mind or end whatever had harmed them. He really couldn't shake his worry. To top things off he was to be getting an assistant soon. He didn't need one. He had no clue what her majesty the Tsaritsa was thinking when she assigned him someone. He didn't need any help even after what happened with his Osial plan. He stood up and stepped away from his desk. He needed to engage in a battle or two to calm his nerves. He went to see if any debts needed collecting at the moment.

Childe was getting anxious about his friend. (Y/N) couldn't have dropped off easily. He wondered if they got involved with an archon. He'd fight all of the seven if he needed to get answer. His worries got put aside for a second. He couldn't believe his brother snuck all the way to Liyue. Keeping his brother from finding out what he actually does. He was running around with the traveler and Teucer. After all of the things that happened at the abandoned factor he had to ask the traveler to take Teucer back the bank. He didn't wish for his brother to see him in a weakened state. He made his way back there after resting a bit. When he is reunited with his younger brother he'll ask the younger about (Y/N). He hoped the traveler wouldn't ask too many questions about (Y/N). His brother was surely to make his feeling obvious. As he walked back to the bank he saw something unexpected. "Hello I am the person sent by her majesty the Tsaritsa herself. May I go fine the eleventh harbinger?" Childe froze as the person spoke. He knew that voice as well as he knew any of his siblings' voices. His mind ran with questions. "Master Childe is currently out with his brother. May I ask what your name is?" The receptionist said bring out the form from the Tsaritsa. She wished to verify the information. "Of course. My name is (Y/N) (L/N)." They said with a smile.

(Y/N) knew the protocol. They were given a special mask that they didn't have to wear all of the time. They were surprised to hear Childe was out with one of his siblings. They had visited his family before setting off to Liyue all of his siblings were accounted for or so they thought. He was told by Tonia that Teucer was out playing with a friend. Did that little rascal sneak off here? They couldn't help but smile. They knew the receptionist had confirmed their identity by now from the smile she held. "Is there anything that I may help with to help Childe before his return?" They asked. They noticed her start laughing. She pointed behind them. They turned around and saw their best friend. Their smile widened as they saw his shock. They also noticed Teucer with someone. Ajax must've trusted this person a lot to entrust his brother with them. They had fo admit they were slightly jealous as no one mentioned this person to them. Did Ajax fall in love while they were preparing to be by his side again? They couldn't shake the fear inside them that they had been replaced. The fear was pushed to the back of their mind when Teucer ran over to them. "Hey (Y/N)! My big brother told me that one day you two will get married is that true? I refuse. I like you way more than my big brother does. You should stay by my side instead. I haven't seen you for a while because big sister Tonia said you were going to be big brother's assistant. " Teucer asked. They definitely felt a heat rise in face. They saw Ajax rush over and picked Teucer up. "Now now Teucer that is quite the imagination. I never said I'd marry them. Also you little scam trying to get them to cut their trip here short. They probably got permission to come here unlike you. They just got here. I want to see them. You'll get to see them when they head back to Snezhnaya." They could tell he was nervously talking. They gave a small laugh. "Teucer is actually right about me coming here to be the greatest toy sellers assistant." (Y/N) said give their friend a soft smile.

Childe couldn't believe his brother said that. He knew his siblings all liked (Y/N) but he only expected that from his older siblings. They always joked about stealing the person he loved. Then he processed what his friend said. "We should talk about that later ok (Y/N) though I'd like you to meet my new comrade." Childe said. "No fair I wanna play with big brother, the nice person and (Y/N)." Teucer said. Childe shook his head no. "You need get home our family is surely worried about you Teucer. I already made arrangements for you to get home." He said. After a few hours he finally had a chance to speak with (Y/N) alone. He walked over to them and hugged them. "Do you know how worried I was? I didn't get anything from you for weeks. Then you show up like this? I was terrified something happened to you. You also broke our promise. You promised you'd keep in contact no matter what. I sent you several letters and got nothing back. I feared the worse happened. I was getting letters every week and then nothing for almost a month." Childe said holding onto them tightly.

(Y/N) put a hand on his shoulder. "Ajax loosen your grip or else you're going to crush me. I never broke our promise. I couldn't respond to you because I was in training. The moment I got a break I was already heading to Liyue. Ajax you have no idea how much I missed you. Feel free to hate me for saying this but I'm in love with you Ajax. Though I hope that doesn't happen. You mean so much to me. Though I guess I should call you Childe. Sorry for saying this so suddenly after we met again after so long. I just don't want to risk it if you get into a battle you can't win." (Y/N) said looking away with a deep blush. They slowly started trying to pull away from their long time friend. They felt themself being pulled closer to his chest. "I feel the same way (Y/N). Teucer must've read some poems I wrote for you forever ago. I thought they were all well hidden. I could never hate you but please don't make me worry like that again I thought something happened to you. You were my beloved childhood friend but now I hope that you become my beloved partner. I can't imagine anyone else by my side other than you. You need to be there when I take over the world." Childe said with a soft smile. They hugged him back finally. Their brain was in shock but they couldn't any happier. They burries their face into his chest. The two held each other close. They truly were his brother.

[ruzek-halstead]

get me with those green eyes, baby

julie is unsure how to tell luke how she feels; she isn't sure if she can. so she does what she does best; she writes luke a song. why tell him if she can just sing it to him?

masterlist

Julie would be lying if she said every song she'd ever written since meeting Luke hadn't been about him.

Because they have. Every last one.

When unknown feelings started bubbling deep within her chest the more time she spent with Luke, she had to let them out somewhere. While she was never the type to keep things bottled up, she didn't necessarily enjoy spilling her guts (unless it was to Flynn). So, she opted for writing down her feelings. That usually ended up in lyrics and it wasn't like she could just show them to Luke because the boy was curious beyond belief and he would hound her until he knew exactly who it was about.

So, she locked everything in her dream box.

And yes, the boys were known to be a tad bit snoopy and go through her things, including the dream box. So, when Julie started locking up her deeply personal (borderline romantic) lyrics, she made it explicitly clear they were to go absolutely nowhere near her box.

She was mostly directing her words at Luke, who actively avoided eye contact while suppressing a smirk.

And they were respectful, she never had any further issues that she knew of; so, she continued writing.

It was only when they were faced with the choices of being stuck in the Hollywood Ghost Club forever or crossing over that she realized she wouldn't ever have to worry about Luke snooping through her personal things again.

He wouldn't be able to. He'd be gone.

So, Julie wondered: did she risk letting him go forever without telling him how she felt? Or tell him anyway but still risk him disappearing?

It was a tough choice that kept Julie reeling, but she found she didn't have much time in between. She didn't care that she would lose them when they crossed over; she would do what she could to ensure that they did.

With all the chaos, she didn't get the chance to talk to Luke, other than a quick moment to make sure he thanked her mom for bringing them to her when he saw her.

The tension was palpable and his gaze was intense. She was perfectly aware of Alex and Reggie only a few feet away, diligently pretending not to be listening but they both knew they were.

It wasn't the time or place for what Julie truly wanted to say, so she swallowed the words.

She didn't get another chance after that.

When they disappeared after their final bow, the pain was gutting. She continued to smile because this was a huge moment for her, for all of them, but they were gone. She thought she was ready, that she had mentally and emotionally prepared herself for their absence.

But nothing could prepare her for the immediate loneliness.

She wanted to be happy for them, and she was, deep down. But she had already suffered so much loss in her life, and this was only adding to it.

When she spotted them in the garage, tear-stained and in excruciating pain, all her emotions were overridden. All she could think about was saving them, no matter the cost, no matter the consequences. The desperation clawed at her throat; she couldn't bear seeing them in this much pain.

But then Luke delivered those few words: No music is worth making, Julie, if we're not making it with you.

She regretted not sharing her feelings but she was confident had an inkling of a clue. Even if she never explicitly said the words, he knew.

So, when she threw herself into his arms, she wasn't even thinking about the fact that he was air and she would most likely slam right into the wall instead. When she collided into his toned chest, she drowned in the moment, hardly even realizing that this shouldn't be possible.

But then she felt it.

She felt the softness of his suit beneath her fingers; she felt his hot breath fanning across her neck; and she felt his arms squeeze tighter around her waist.

Julie felt him.

It was impossible, they weren't sure how to explain it. Julie gazed at Luke's awestruck expression, tears leaking from his emerald eyes. And then he was somehow feeling better; her touch made him feel better and she wasn't sure how to feel about it. All she knew was that she had to try, so she quickly gathered Alex and Reggie as well and in awe, they watched as their Hollywood Ghost Club tattoos disappeared.

They did it.

The boys were free from Caleb and they still hadn't crossed over. Julie didn't have to give them up yet.

Of course, life continued to go on afterwards. The band was more popular than ever and Flynn was busy booking them gig after gig after gig. Not that they minded; it was exactly what they wanted to do in the first place. But the pressing thought never left them.

How long was this going to last?

It killed Julie to go on everyday, knowing that one day, she could walk into the studio, ready to rehearse and they could just be gone forever. It was one thing knowing, like how she knew last time. She was somewhat adequately prepared, but this time, it could happen at any time and she was far too attached now.

Julie knew she shouldn't bottle her feelings like she did last time. She had no idea when her last opportunity would be.

And Luke made her happy. He made her so happy.

One day she would be talking herself up, then the next she would be shutting down. She wasn't sure what to do, how to handle her feelings. Sometimes Luke could be so sickeningly sweet and the words were on the tip of her tongue but then he would do something so stupid or annoying that left her wanting to commit murder.

It was exhausting.

But then, one Saturday morning, Julie woke up with a fierce sense of determination and she thought: this is the day.

She wasn't sure where the surge of confidence came from, but she wasn't going to question it for fear that she would chicken out. Instead, she got herself ready for the day and dug through her dream box to pick out one of her most recently written songs.

Julie still wasn't sure how to verbally tell Luke how she felt; she wasn't sure if she could.

But why tell him when she could just sing it to him?

Julie marched down to the garage, mumbling a quick hello to her dad and Carlos who were making breakfast. Of course, the boys were glued to their instruments, most likely creating a new melody for a song Luke was working on.

"Jules, hey!" Luke greeted excitedly, his green eyes sparkling.

Julie scowled. He shouldn't be allowed to look at her like that.

"Alex, Reggie, do you guys mind going somewhere else? I need to talk to Luke."

Julie didn't mean for her words to sound so ominous; so much so that Alex and Reggie shot curious eyes to Luke, no doubt wondering what he did now. But she was a woman on a mission and she didn't have time to waste. Any time wasted was just her getting closer to backing out.

"Sure," Reggie drawled slowly. His eyes shot back and forth between Julie, with her lips pursed and hands on her hips and Luke, who frankly looked quite scared. Reggie and Alex poofed out, only muttering a quick good luck to Luke.

Immediately, Luke started rambling.

"Whatever I did, I'm so sorry. I'm an idiot, you know this, I'm—"

Julie shook her head. "Shut up."

But for some reason, he kept talking and Julie huffed in frustration.

Julie stepped across the studio, stopped right in front of Luke and his words died on his tongue. She reached for his guitar and pulled the strap from around him, placing it back on its stand.

Luke was more confused than ever.

Julie grabbed his biceps and pushed him back towards a stool. "Sit," she demanded.

"Julie, what's going on?"

"Please, just stop talking."

Julie made her way to the piano, sitting down on the bench and letting her fingers rest on the keys. It brought her some comfort for what she was about to do. Her eyes glanced up towards Luke, who was biting his lip nervously.

"I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to sing it."

"Julie—"

"Luke, please," she breathed quietly and his eyes snapped to hers sympathetically. "Just listen."

Luke nodded in response. Julie could see his inability to sit still for long kick in as his knee started bouncing up and down quickly. She noticed his green eyes darting nervously between the piano and her face; the entire situation was much too anxious for him to handle.

"I wrote you a song."

Before Julie could adequately appreciate the way Luke's jaw fell open, she took a deep breath and allowed the music to consume her. She'd been going over these lyrics for weeks now; they were the truest words she'd never spoken, straight from the heart because of some ghost she'd tried so hard to hate in the beginning.

Julie was completely terrified.

But she couldn't continue on not living to the fullest. It wasn't fair to her and if by some off chance Luke felt the same way and wanted to pursue this, it wasn't fair to him either.

the way you move is like a full on rainstorm

and i'm a house of cards

you're the kind of reckless that should send me running

but i kinda know that i won't get far

His approach could be so aggressive, so eager to get things done, that sometimes he bulldozed over everything in his way. It was an effective way to get things done, but Julie always appreciated the process. Ever since they first met, he gave off a troublemaker type of vibe. Mooning Trevor Wilson always came into mind, but Luke was also the first to help her sneak out of her house using her bedroom window. It's not like the idea never crossed her mind, but before she met the boys, she never really had a reason to.

Luke changed a lot of things for her.

and you stood there in front of me just

close enough to touch

close enough to hope you couldn't see

what i was thinking of

It truly never bothered her in the beginning that they couldn't touch. They were friends, bandmates, nothing more. But then he let her into his brilliant mind and as soon as they started writing together, everything started changing. Julie didn't want anything to change, she knew it would only complicate things, but she couldn't help it.

And then Perfect Harmony happened, and her mind so vividly showed her what it could feel like and ever since, she couldn't get rid of the urge to feel his soft skin under her fingertips.

After visiting his parents and their talk on her porch, it seemed like he knew what she was thinking. He seemed to want it too, if his actions were anything to go by, but it couldn't happen. It left her feeling a tad awkward, but as soon as she got into her house, she made a beeline for her bedroom and poured her thoughts and feelings into a new song about Luke.

drop everything now

meet me in the pouring rain

kiss me on the sidewalk

take away the pain

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

When she wrote this chorus, she was on a high after their Edge of Great performance.

It was nothing that could ever happen, but it was everything she imagined in her wildest dreams.

Every girl at her age had the kiss in the rain fantasy. Julie's really was a fantasy because every time she looked at him, it was just a cruel reminder of everything that couldn't be. But she yearned for it; for everything to change, for him to help ease her pain, for him to surprise the hell out of her one day by grabbing onto her waist and ceasing her many questions with his lips.

get me with those green eyes, baby

as the lights go down

give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

His eyes were so captivating, Julie couldn't help but to mention them in every song she wrote. He knew exactly how to use them against her to get what he wanted and Julie was as weak to their power as anyone else. Sure, she put up a front; she had to, she was the boss, but his gaze truly made her weak in the knees. She dreamt of his eyes when she closed hers at night; she couldn't escape them even in her dreams.

The entire reason she was finally sharing this song with him in the first place was because the chances that he could disappear without warning were too high and risky. Julie knew that was a possibility, but her feelings for him were too strong to ignore. She wanted him and she wanted to be left with memories of what they could be together, because one day, when he wasn't around anymore, Julie could think back to all they shared together.

my mind forgets to remind me, you're a bad idea

you touch me once and it's really something

you find i'm even better than you imagined i would be

Oh God, she knew. She knew she and Luke could be so unbelievably destructive. There were so many things against them; she knew it was a bad idea. And she actually attempted to entertain those ideas, for the sake of Flynn and her own protection, but she couldn't anymore. Depriving herself of what she really wanted wasn't healthy and eventually she stopped trying to fight it.

She stopped trying to fight it the night of their Orpheum performance. When she felt Luke's arms around her, physically squeezing her as tightly as his muscles could manage, it changed everything. For better or for worse, she was completely invested now. Not just in Luke, but in all of the boys; they were family.

i'm on my guard for the rest of the world

but with you, i know it's no good

and i could wait patiently

but i really wish you would

Before the boys came into her life, Julie was on the edge. She was about to give up music, even though she loved music with her entire being. She just didn't have it in herself anymore; her muse was gone and she didn't want to share her music in a world where her mother couldn't witness it.

But then these three, random, cute, dorky boys showed up in her garage one day, claiming it was their studio and slowly, they wormed themselves into her heart. Julie didn't want to let them in right away, and she made that quite clear with her cold exterior. But then Luke just had to follow her out, pleading his case with the softest eyes and easily pulling at her heartstrings.

Julie felt her guard start to drop right there and then, and the more time she spent with those dorky boys, the less control she had. She quickly discovered there was no point in holding back around the boys. For teenage boys, they were highly perceptive to her emotions and when she wasn't being whole.

Every time Luke pulled her aside, using his words and his unbelievably intense eyes because he couldn't touch her, Julie felt her walls start to crumble. There was no reason to be anything but herself when she was with Luke; she felt it in her bones, their connection was unmatched.

drop everything now

meet me in the pouring rain

kiss me on the sidewalk

take away the pain

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

Julie would be lying if she said she hadn't fantasized about her first kiss with Luke since he became corporeal.

How could she not?

She'd been thinking about him differently ever since her uncontrollable daydreams, but it was only ever in her mind; it could never happen in real life. And then all of a sudden, it could happen, but it was still beyond her wildest thoughts.

Sometimes she found herself with an urge at the worst of moments. Luke playing the melody he created for their latest lyrics and Julie should've been focusing on the music, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from his lips. Or throughout any of their live performances, when they shared a single microphone because the fans seemed to love it (among others). They were so close together, Julie was genuinely afraid she would forget the lyrics because all she could think about was Luke and how much she needed him.

And then he'd flash his charming grin before pulling some ridiculously attractive guitar trick and Julie was once again left floundering.

get me with those green eyes, baby

as the lights go down

give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

Julie didn't want Luke to disappear.

She knew that more than ever now. She had prepared herself once, and she doesn't think she can do it again; it was far too painful.

But she knew, one day, their time would come. They'd have completed their unfinished business and they'd get the opportunity to move onto a better place. And she knew, they might not be around all the time, but they'd be watching. And she knew, when she closed her eyes at night, she would dream of Luke's smile and every emotion it brought to her soul.

i run my fingers through your hair

and watch the lights go wild

just keep on keeping your eyes on me

it's just wrong enough to make it feel right

and lead me up the staircase

won't you whisper, soft and slow

i'm captivated by you baby like a firework show

One thing Julie could commend was that touch came quite easily after everything changed. It happened subtly, with slow touches on the piano bench, then gentle touches on the small of Julie's back. Eventually, it progressed.

Julie realized, accidentally, that Luke loved getting his scalp scratched. She had collapsed against her headboard one late night, and Luke liked to check-in on her when she stayed up late doing school work. Upon spotting her exhausted eyes, he plopped down next to her, dropping his head in her lap. Julie was far too tired to protest or even consider the ramifications, but somehow her hand made its way to his brown locks. She played gently with his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp.

It was only for a second, and she quickly pulled away to grab her textbook. A low groan ripped through Luke's throat and he blindly reached up to grab her hand and pull it back to the crown of his head. It became their thing after that.

When Julie wrote the bridge of the song, she was high off energy from their latest show after they performed their brand new song. Their performance was electric as usual; it ended with Julie laughing, opening her eyes to find Luke staring at her in adoration.

She didn't even think about it when she threw her arms around his neck in a celebratory hug.

Even when they pulled away from each other and the crowd was still cheering, Alex and Reggie somewhere on the stage around them, she couldn't focus on anything except his bright smile.

Luke quite literally captivated her with every little thing he did.

She thought for a moment: this might be it, maybe he'll finally kiss me. But truth be told, Julie was glad he didn't. If it was going to happen, she didn't want it to be there, in front of hundreds of people. She wanted a private moment, just between her and Luke; that was all she needed.

drop everything now

meet me in the pouring rain

kiss me on the sidewalk

take away the pain

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

Julie was coming to the end of the song now and she hadn't dared to look and see Luke's reaction. She wasn't sure she could handle any rejection should it come, but she knew she couldn't hold in her feelings anymore either.

Regardless of the result, Julie was still proud of herself. She put herself out there in a way she'd never done before and it was a big step in building her confidence.

get me with those green eyes, baby

as the lights go down

give me something that'll haunt you when you're not around

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

Julie rounded off the song with the last few keys on the piano, taking a slow, deep breath when her fingers ceased moving.

She didn't want to look up, didn't want to see his reaction for fear of what she might see. Luke was always very expressive; even when he didn't know exactly what to say, he would ramble on until he eventually figured it out.

But this was different.

Julie was actually trying to tell him something, trying to tell him exactly how she felt in the best way she knew how; songwriting and singing. She paled for a moment; what if he didn't even understand what she was trying to say?

"Julie."

His voice seemed amused, and her eyes immediately snapped up to meet his.

Luke was now standing in front of the stool, unabashedly holding a smile that caused her to let out a large sigh of relief. Her hands automatically flew up to cover her face in mortification.

Stick to your guns, Jules.

But she couldn't. She felt like she was going to melt into a puddle.

Julie heard Luke approach and slide onto the piano in front of her. "Julie," he laughed, and she didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. "Can you look at me?"

Before Julie could begrudgingly pull her hands away from her face, his hands reached down to circle around her wrists and pull gently. His eyes were soft, scanning her rosy cheeks and glassy eyes. She knew she shouldn't be crying, there was absolutely no need to, but her emotions were running high and this was a really huge move for her.

Julie hesitantly met his eyes. His hands stayed cuffed around her wrists, now resting in his lap. "Jules, that was beautiful. What's wrong?"

"I'm mildly mortified," Julie replied honestly, eyes dropping to the brand new guitar pick necklace Willie had given him (one for each of the boys and a new bracelet for Julie).

"Why?"

Julie's eyes snapped back up to glare at him. "Because I just basically spilled my guts out to you in the best way I know how and you haven't said anything!"

Luke didn't look phased at her change in attitude or the frustration she was throwing his way. He always knew the best way to handle her; talk her down when she needed it, or give her a reality check when she was too in her head (she'd be sure to do the same).

Instead, his hand moved to angle her chin so she couldn't avoid his gaze anymore. "Because I wanted you to look at me when I told you."

"Told me what?"

"That I love your song," Luke said softly, fingers reaching up to caress her cheek. Julie struggled to maintain eye contact when he looked at her like she had stars in her eyes and he said things like that. "And I think I've known for a while, but you know me. I'm not good at dealing with feelings."

Julie leaned into his touch. He wasn't exactly being clear, but it was Luke, so she wasn't exactly surprised.

He blinked, rubbing the back of his neck as he chuckled nervously. "Jules, I think I might be in love with you."

Julie's eyes softened, chest constricting with a multitude of emotions. Now it was Luke who was actively avoiding meeting her eyes, though he still couldn't find it in himself to stop talking.

"Not that I really know what it means. I've never been in love, but I think it's what I feel," he rambled on. "You came into my life when I really needed it. I'm better because of you; you make me better, Julie."

Julie decided it was about time she took hold of the reins again. After all, this was her idea all along. She placed her hands on either side of his face, breaking free from his hold. She pulled his face down, meeting him halfway. Julie hesitated, giving him the chance to pull back if he wanted to, but he really didn't want to.

Luke closed the rest of the distance between them, gently pressing his lips against Julie's. It was soft and simple and over way too soon, but Luke didn't want to push it.

He most definitely had just confessed his love for her and the reality was starting to hit him hard.

So, he made a joke.

"I'm sorry our first kiss wasn't on the sidewalk in the pouring rain."

A reference to her song. The push they needed.

And even though awkwardness was starting to creep up on Luke, a smirk slid its way onto Julie's lips.

"Don't worry; we'll have time for that."

Before Luke's lips could appreciate the grin he wore, Julie reeled him back in, pressing her lips firmly to his once again. Her hands found his way to his neck, slipping into his hair and scratching his scalp just the way he liked it. Luke let out a groan, unwillingly pulling away from her.

"Julie, if you don't stop, I may pass out from cardiac arrest," he mumbled, trying and failing to control his breathing.

Julie let out a short laugh. She started her day with so much confidence and it slowly swindled into uncertainty, but it all worked out. She just needed to trust herself, her feelings and Luke.

"By the way," Julie added, resting her elbows on his knees as she looked up at him in adoration, "I think I'm in love with you too."

Luke would never push her, but he couldn't lie and say he wasn't itching to hear the words. Everything she said in the song sent him into overdrive, but nothing compared to hearing her say it like that.

"Why don't we go write a song about it?"

"Good idea. I'm feeling especially inspired at the moment."

Luke leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to Julie's nose. She scrunched her nose adorably in response.

"Me too, Jules."

x

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[forever--darling]

mine - s.m.

ceo au

a/n: I suggest listening to I put a spell on you by annie lennox while reading this

warnings: 8.3k words of slight curse words, innuendos, and ceo shawn mendes

Ding

Surrounded in the sweet smell of pastries and bread, you had been so caught up in the comfort that the building provided while your nose was stuck in a textbook, you had failed to notice that you were still in the middle of a shift. Your eyes were tracing over the same line over and over as a small feeling filled your gut like you were missing something, but you tried to write it off and continue studying. You had a huge test the next day that was worth a large percent of your grade and you couldn’t afford to fail it, so any distractions had to be rid from your mind. And, they had but it wasn’t until the loud beep went off again that it alerted the attention of the man stood at the front counter who had been ringing up another customer. 

The older man poked his head into the doorway to see you bent over the counter, eyes trained onto the thick book and zero perception of where you were. He sighed before beginning to yell your name over and over into the back room. Seconds later, your head tore away from the book, startled and brought back to the fact that you were still at work. 

Pushing yourself away from the counter and away from the textbook, you grabbed two oven mitts. “Oh, shit!” 

You opened the door to see the smoke rising from the baked treats and quickly reached for them hoping that you hadn’t burnt the last batch of the day. Slipping the hot pan onto the wood counter, you slipped the oven mitts from your hands as your eyes fell back to the still open textbook. Your neck was twisted to the side in a desperate attempt to analyze the words and have them stick into your brain. 

“Y/N,” he called again, taking your attention away from your studies for the second time. 

“Right,” you replied, slamming the book closed, making sure to mark your page before you continued to prepare the muffins for their basket. You sighed with relief that not one of them appeared to be burnt black.

Minutes later, you appeared from the back room and approached the front counter with a brown wicker basket sat neatly into your palms. Covered in a clear plastic bag tied at the top with a pink ribbon to ensure that the muffins stayed in the basket when delivered, you slid the basket onto the counter next to the other one. It appeared to be the same despite the different flavored muffins and the grey ribbon tied tightly at the top in comparison of a pink. 

You sighed in a way to prepare yourself to face your boss, “Here you go, Oscar. The last batch of the day, all made and ready to go.” 

Oscar, your boss and owner of the building, nodded sparing a glance towards the basket as he continued to jot down words on a notepad with a black pen. “Not burnt?” he asked raising an eyebrow his words soft but serious. 

“Not burnt,” you replied, hands running along the plastic wrap before falling onto the ends of the ribbon tightening them. “Luckily. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s alright, hasn’t been the first time.”

“And probably won’t be the last,” you admitted teasingly. 

Oscar nodded knowingly as laughter bubbled from the back of his throat, “Probably not but it’s okay, you’re a college kid. I knew what I was getting into when I hired you. So what class is it this time?” 

You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back against the counter, body facing the back wall at the chalkboard menu you had written on with new pastries that morning. “Physics, which I don’t even know why I’m taking in the first place. Anyways, I have this huge test tomorrow and it’s a large part of my grade. I’m struggling enough as it is so I can’t fail.” 

“I see,” Oscar responded, already able to feel the stress seeping out of you, “And have you figured out what you want to major in yet?” 

“Nope,” you replied popping the “p” as you began to rock back and forth on the balls of your feet, “Not a clue.” 

He smiled, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out, and if you never do and college doesn’t seem like the place for you, there will always be a place for you here.” 

“Thank you, Oscar. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” you said sending the older man a warm smile. 

“Anytime, kid,” he mumbled, returning your smile with a wink.

Oscar Wheeler had been the owner of Sensationally Muffin for almost three years now and had opened the bakery after leaving his former job as a salesman. At rolling in at the height of around six foot, Oscar Wheeler was a broad shouldered man that had a strong large build at the age of forty-five. He had umber colored skin, with warm yellow and copper undertones, that wrinkled at the corners of his mouth and around his eyes. Grey hair rounded the edges of his head, standing out against his black buzzed head while also being shown present around his facial hair that ran along his chin and upper lip. 

Besides his handsome middle aged features, Oscar was a sweet man that would spread kindness wherever he went and found a comfort in the bakery business. He loved the happiness that was brought from making the baked goods and found solitude in his small quaint little shop that bursted with warmth. From his presence, he provided a kind of compassion that no one could fake and because he was so nice and talked to anyone that walked through those doors, the small bakery became a place of support and love for many people. 

Oscar had built the life he had always hoped for in the last three years and it always warms your heart at the business he had created.  As a previous salesman before, all he had ever done was work. Day after day, chained to that desk, losing the feeling of what it felt like to actually be living. One day it had gotten to be too much and he quit on the spot, invested his savings into a dusty old building sat on the corner of first avenue. 

He built this place out of nothing all by himself and because he had always been working he wasn’t married and he had no kids. He didn’t have a family like many men did his age and instead created his own family, here. He had formed friendships here and as corny as it sounded, you had found your own little family within these four walls. 

Even though the bakery had been up and running for three years there were still not many workers that had settled here. Oscar was a man who relied on honesty and selflessness. He was picky when it came to who he hired. He had rejected many college students the moment they walked in through the doors begging for a job, and it came to quite a shock when he finally had hired you. It was over a year ago when you had just gotten done with what ended up being one of the worst classes you had ever had and along with that had been stood up on a date. 

It was snowing and the wind was blazing and you couldn’t bare the idea of moping all the way back to your apartment to only get pitied for the rest of the night by your roommate. Instead, you wandered the streets, which seemed almost empty due to the storm, trying to busy yourself until the time seemed acceptable to return home. 

However, it became difficult to stay out in the cold any longer when the wind picked up and you stumbled into the first warmest building you could see. If only you knew that when you walked into the bakery that day, snow falling from your clothes, that it would be the start of meeting some of the best people of your life. From then it was the easiest decision Oscar had made, from seeing how you longed to get warmth from the small fireplace and offered to help with anything. So when the time had came that you finally asked if there were any jobs in the small building, you had instantly grown to love, he had said yes without even giving you an interview. 

That was how the little Sensationally Muffin family started and despite the sadness that took up the man of never getting married or having children, it was quickly replaced by the happiness of your presence and the bakery’s presence. Because at the end of the day, you were his daughter whether from blood or not. 

“So, are you still okay to deliver these tonight or do you have to get home,” you were brought out of your thoughts by the man of the hour himself who was reorganizing some of the pastries in the box placed near the counter. 

“Only two stops?” you asked, looking towards the two baskets on the counter. 

“Yes, two stops,” Oscar confirmed adjusting a piece of coffee cake before sliding the small plastic door shut. 

“Then yeah I can. Suppose I can take a break of studying for a little while, which I’m guessing since this basket is all blueberry muffins and it’s a Thursday that we have yet to deliver Mrs. Crenshaw's basket of muffins,” you stated, eyes looking towards the pink bowed basket that was filled to the brim of just blueberry muffins. 

“You’d be right.”

“Of course, I know how much Mrs. Crenshaw loves her blueberry muffins,” you laughed.

Oscar smiled as he moved the two baskets towards the other end of the counter so you could just grab them on your way out, “She does. Anyways, I got a call from Roxy one of the head nurses of the nursing home. She said that they’ll be at the park again like they are usually on Thursdays. She says today they got some college kid to sing to them with his guitar so they’re just hanging there until six, when they’ll have to get everyone back.” 

“That’s nice, I’ll head there first. Won’t want to miss them,” you replied, untying your blue apron from around your waist and folding it up in your hands, “So where’s the other delivery supposed to go?” 

“Uh, it’s a large company building near the center of the city. I attached the address to the basket so you know where to find it and put the man’s name so you don’t get lost once you’re in there.”

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion at his words as your fingers knotted into the apron in your hand, “A company building that’s different. We don’t usually get orders from places like that.” 

The older man nodded but couldn’t help the small smile on his lips, “Yes, but I have to say I’m not complaining. Business is business and I will take as much of it as I can get.” 

Your expression softened and chuckled knowing he was right. Walking into the back room, you placed your apron down on one of the bottom shelves and began to place all of your notebooks and your textbook back into your backpack. Still curious of the journey you were about to take, you continued the conversation to see if Oscar knew anything else. “So, with this company building do you know anything about them or about who made the order?” 

“Uh, yeah. I believe it was some assistant or someone like that. Ms. Bloom, I think it was. She was calling about placing an order of muffins for her boss. Heard from a friend that we have the very best. Said that her boss has a thing for muffins and would probably like the small surprise from all of the meetings he has been having the last couple days non stop,” he said now starting to tidy up the counter. 

“Hmm busy man,” you commented pulling the backpack over your shoulders before you clock out of your shift, “Is it a big company?” 

He nodded, turning his attention away from the front counter towards you as you approached the basket of muffins, “Yes, very. Like muli-million very, I think, but you shouldn’t have to worry about that. You have enough on your plate as it is.”

“Funny,” you thought out loud as your fingers began to trace around the white card that was pinned to the basket, the words hidden on the other side, “A multi-million company is buying a fourteen dollar basket of muffins. You would think they would at least buy some that are sprinkled with bits of gold, but hey lucky us. Business is business.” 

Oscar chuckled at the way you quoted him and couldn’t help but to walk over and pull you into a side hug, “That’s right, so I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Definitely.”

“Okay, be safe. Text me if you need anything and good luck on your test,” he said, hand placed comfortingly on your shoulder. 

“Thanks,” you mumbled out, grabbing both baskets and turning to walk towards the front door sparing a small wave over your shoulder, “Bye!” 

He waved back a smile pulled across his face, causing his eyes to wrinkle like they tended to always do. Squeezing past the glass door, you ended up on the sidewalk that wasn’t as busy as it had been previously in the day since most people had made it at home by this time on a weekday. You smiled at the feeling of wind dancing across your skin and the sight of the sun starting to fall from the sky as you moved towards the side of the bakery to locate your transportation and one of the things you loved the most in this city. Your bike. Hating how crowded the streets would get for driving, you would rely on your beautiful bike to get you from one place to another whether it’s to deliver muffins, or get you across campus as fast as possible. Gosh, you really loved that bike. 

It was a light blue Schwinn bicycle that had a white seat and a metal basket hanging in the front off of the handlebars housing a place to hold the muffins. Unlocking the bike from the bike ramp, you placed both orders of muffins into the hanging basket and swung your leg over the seat. Situating yourself onto the bike, you set out to your destination, one of two until you were able to go home and crawl into the bed of your apartment.

-

By the time you had managed to drop off the basket of muffins in the park for Mrs. Crenshaw and get out of the park, it had taken you almost a half an hour. You didn’t think that when you got there that Mrs. Crenshaw would insist that you stay and continue to argue over it for the next fifteen minutes. Even when you had mentioned that you had another stop to make she would just interrupt you by talking about how great the music was this college boy was singing, or go on about how cute he was as if that would make you stay and visit with them awhile. You thought it was sweet that she wanted to talk to you and you felt a little guilty about leaving in a rush, but knew that you could just visit another day. 

Another day when you didn’t have to go deal with multi-million company people and have to study for a huge Physics test. When you somehow had managed to slip away from Mrs. Crenshaw because she was stuffing her face with muffins and dancing to the music, you quickly grabbed your money from Roxy, the head nurse that Oscar said made the call, and hot tailed it out of the park before any of the other elders could pull you into a conversation. 

You were walking your bike down a sidewalk that went out of the park, waiting to get out towards the street to hop back on and get going. Knowing that the road was approaching, you stopped your bike for a second to take a glance at the address written on the card of the basket. Reaching over and into the bike basket you flipped the card over and read over what it said. 

Mr. Mendes

Mendes Corporations 

982 Edgefield Drive 

Toronto, CA R1A K3G

The bike ride from the park to the company building took exactly seven minutes give or take and luckily it was a place you couldn’t get lost finding. From a few blocks away, you were able to spot it and it’s crystal glass walls. By the time you had actually arrived outside of the building, your jaw had hit the floor. When Oscar had said company with an office building, you never expected this. Even when, he said “multi-million” you wrote it off thinking that he was just kidding. Yeah, you thought “oh it will just be a small brick company building that was two or three stories high” - yeah no. This was not the case.

This company had to have been large and very much a multi-million maybe even billion. The building was tall coming up to maybe being the height of a small skyscraper that went up multiple stories, made out of clear glass, accented with silver steel to add detail to the building. With windows surrounding the whole building, it no doubt had a lot of light pour in during the day. Or maybe the windows reflected the harsh light to hit back at the streets, considering you couldn’t see within the building through the windows. Either way you couldn’t know until you actually stepped in. The front was fitted with two sets of doors on either side of a silver large revolving door and above the door were the words Mendes Co. splayed across in thick black letters that no doubt lit up at night. 

To accompany the doors there were two doormen dressed in black fitted suits and white earpieces on, standing on either side of the regular doors. They looked more like bodyguards and could be for all you knew, but with them opening the sets of doors they stood by, it gave you the impression they were just very well dressed doormen. As you looked up at the building, it seemed to go up forever before being cut flat by the open styled roof, that no doubt probably had access to it from a door and stairs. 

Surprisingly with a place that looked so high class and well done, there was a metal bike rack sat near the road. Even that seemed to be better than the other streets you found bike racks at. It was clean and reflected off the lights of the city, not one speck of dust or rust. You somehow found yourself standing outside, looking around to see if the people walking near the building were better dressed and looked ready for a business meeting, but they all appeared like you. Casually dressed and not paying attention to the gorgeous building, they were passing as if it were a normal thing. 

Noticing that the sun was setting more and more behind the city the longer you stood there gaping at the business building, you quickly tore your gaze from it to lock your bike against the bike rack. When secured and sure that it wasn’t going anywhere, you took the basket of muffins in your hand and made your way towards the revolving door. Both doorman/ bodyguards looked you up and down as you reached the door and no doubt if you hadn’t been holding that basket of muffins they probably wouldn’t have let you walk in just by the way you dressed. 

As soon as you laid eyes on the bustling building from the inside, you knew they definitely wouldn’t have let you in. The inside was the nicest place you had ever seen. The walls from the ceiling to the floor were white and smooth showing a faint reflection as you walked by it. Anything else was silver or black causing the whole room to appear sleek and smooth leaving you with the question of what the hell this company really did and was. And if that wasn’t it, the lobby was filled with people fitted like they were made of money. 

From the tight suits that clung to each man to the women that dressed in short pencil skirts or dresses paired with a blazer, their hair all pulled up out of their face and showing their beautiful soft features. Plus, every women had a pair of heels at least six inches tall on the bottom of their feet making them look even more business sexy and tall. Like extremely tall. You weren’t exactly a very short person but next to all these women, they made you look like the size of a twelve year old next to a bunch of NBA basketball players. In that moment you had never felt so out of place before with your ripped skinny jeans and sneakers. 

Your hair was messily pulled into a ponytail with pieces framing your face and along with the jacket and backpack you had on, a grey long sleeve shirt that hugged your chest tightly. Your face barely had any makeup thinking that for work all you needed was some mascara but now you wished you had put on some lip gloss or something because compared to all the other women who supported a lipstick your lips just looked dry and cracked. You knew you didn’t belong in that building and so did everyone else. They all followed you with their gaze and probably felt relieved that there was a basket of muffins in your hand meaning you weren’t actually here for something important. It was funny that the basket provided you with protection from the well dressed vultures and you knew that it would be a whole different story when you had to leave basketless.   

Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you moved your way through the lobby towards the front silver desk that appeared to be just as smooth as the walls. A woman sat behind the desk her blonde hair pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head with a tight black skirt and white blouse with the top buttons undone. She looked up from the computer but instead of giving you a harsh glare like everyone else, she offered a soft smile not enough to show her teeth but enough for it to be a smile. 

You took a deep breath never feeling this nervous to deliver a basket of muffins before. Raising the basket, you gestured to it as you explained why someone like you would be in a place like this, “Uh, I have a delivery for a Ms. Bloom which is really-- uh, for a Mr. Mendes.” 

As your words came out stuttered and fast, you mentally groaned at making yourself look like an actual idiot. Now you made yourself look even more out of place if that could even be possible. At embarrassing yourself in front of a woman who was basically a model, you could feel the heat rush up past your neck settling onto your face. You tugged at your jacket mercilessly, worrying that you might actually be escorted out of the building, but a sigh of relief flew past your mouth at the small chuckle made from the model worthy receptionist. “Yes, Mr. Mendes’ office is on the twelfth floor and as soon as you walk out of the elevator there should be a large desk where Ms. Bloom sits.” 

“Alright, thank you,” you replied, raking your fingers through your hair anxiously before making your way towards where the woman was pointing that held the elevators. As you rounded the corner towards the elevators you found people bustling in and out not caring about bumping into you along the way. 

There were a total of six elevators all with large silver doors and blue buttons off to the side. You had managed to slip past a sea of people that were just leaving elevator two and enter into elevator four which only held a couple older men dressed in black suits and a small group of women who were whispering to each other in the corner while sneaking you glances. They were tall like every other woman in this place and dressed in tight business clothes as usual. You were lucky to get an elevator that wasn’t full of people because that might not have set too well with you if you had. 

The elevator itself was lit with white and had lights showering down from the top as the walls were cut into squares all around, bouncing your reflection back at you. Again the nicest elevator you had ever been on and wished more than anything that yours back at your apartment building looked as good as this.

“Floor?” one of the men asked who had white slicked back hair and was carrying a brown briefcase. He didn’t spare much of a glance to you which you felt relieved to not have to face his judging eyes, when you could already feel a hole being burned in the back of your head from the women. 

“Uh, twelve,” you mumbled, hearing the whispers stop behind you for a few seconds before starting up again. 

You weren’t even surprised probably anybody and everybody in this building knew that the twelve floor belonged to the owner of this whole corporation. Which meant that if the lobby were as dressed as they were, walking out of this elevator and onto that floor probably looked liked visiting royalty, and you were not one to walk through the doors and be among royalty. Because of the women behind you, you couldn’t help but dig your fingers into your side while trying to take smooth sturdy breaths but it became too much when you heard one of them say something about how you looked. 

It was muffled and you couldn’t hear much of what she said but it was enough to know it was about you. It caused your stomach to sink further than it already had for being required to be in this building, so it made you a little less fidgety when you reached back and pulled your hair loose from the ponytail letting it fall. Your shiny unbrushed waves laid across your shoulders and you smoothed them down at the top, hoping that it looked a little more put together than it had in the ponytail. 

Luckily, the twelfth floor was the lowest floor selected so you were able to be the first one off the elevator. When the awful ride finally came to a stop at your floor, you spared the men a small smile. “Have a nice day,” you said before walking out of the elevator.

The doors closed behind you and instead of walking forward towards the desk, sat a few feet down the hallway tucked up against a wall, you stood still. Clutching the basket to your chest, you gaze across the most important floor of the whole entire building. As expected, its lined with white from Ms. Bloom’s desk to the chairs that sit tucked into the few other smaller desks sat abandoned in the hallway to the walls. Also, right above Ms. Bloom’s desk was Mendes Co. in the same way it was on the front of the building. Block letters in dark black, concluding that this was in fact his floor. It was modern and sleek and made you wonder to no end about who this man was. Mr. Mendes.

He must have held so much power, in whatever the hell he did, to build a building so large and so high class. You had no doubt that he had a lot of money and from how expensive everything was and set out to be there was no doubt in your mind that Mr. Mendes had to have been older. He had to have built this company up over courses of years to get it to where it is now. It didn’t make much sense to you though that if this company seemed to have so much money and was so well known why you had never heard of it until now. It made you think that if had been around a while that you would have heard about it at least once or twice. Maybe you hadn’t heard of it because you were just some college kid that had her head stuck in a pile of books. 

Within the nice floor, you could hear the faint sound of voices, phones ringing, and the sound of heels clicking against the floor, along with music that had to have been John Mayer but you couldn’t be sure. It smelled faintly of rosewood and spices mixed with some kind of cologne which instantly sent your mind in a frenzy at how good it smelt passing through your nose. It made your body sway and your head swell from how much you were beginning to like it, and knew that all the women that worked here most swoon in the presence of the masculine smell. They probably had fallen to their knees, once or twice, for their boss if Mr. Mendes smelled anything like his floor. 

You were brought out of your thoughts at the sound of a high pitched voice that appeared very annoyed, “No, Mr. Mendes is in a meeting I told you that a half an hour ago and he will still be in a meeting a half an hour from now. I will let him know that you called like I said I would before.” 

You looked to find the voice coming from where the large white desk was set against the wall, being no doubt Ms. Bloom. Approaching her and the desk, you watched as she yelled something into the phone before slamming it down back onto the desk, hanging up the call all together. She sat down in the grey plush chair at the desk and began to fiddle with the computer as if she hadn’t noticed you. You took that small moment to analyze her from head to toe and wasn’t surprised at all with what you were seeing. It was as if there was a pattern for the women that worked in this office or even set foot on its expensive tiled floors. 

She had tan skin that looked like she had just come back from vacation and sleek caramel hair braided back into a low bun with not a single piece of hair out of place. She had piercing blue eyes that matched the colors of the ocean and stood out even more against her dark eyeshadow and winged liner. She had a small button nose that was contoured to perfection and plush pink lips that looked glossy in the light. She was dressed in a tight black dress that fell to right above her knees, showcasing her long freshly shaved legs, and it was so tight against her body that she couldn’t have been wearing a bra or any underwear. It was clear that if it was that tight and she still decided to wear it to work that it probably didn’t bother her. 

And, from the way she ordered the basket of muffins to surprise her boss, dress skin tight with a face full of makeup, and be so defensive on the phone about him it was not hard to realize she had something for Mr. Mendes or maybe with him. You weren’t entirely sure but it wouldn’t be a surprise that with what money he appeared to have he could afford to sleep with his assistant and hire every beautiful person that walked along Toronto. As you thought about it all, you made sure to make a mental note to ask your roommate later that evening about the corporation because with everything you had discovered in the last ten minutes you had never been so curious in your whole entire life.

“Yes?” her high pitched voice snapped from behind the desk, not bothering to look up.

“Oh, uh I have the basket of muffins you ordered from Sensationally Muffin,” you whispered softly, slightly worried she would bite your head off if you said something wrong. 

Instead, though at your words, her eyes lit up and a small smile feel on her face but that all slightly faltered as she looked up and locked gazes onto you. She frowned as she looked you up and down before letting out a distasteful noise that sounded much like an ew. She covered it up though with a small cough and turned her eyes to the basket in your hand. It was a mixed batch between one's like chocolate chip and blueberry to apple cinnamon and pumpkin. In fact the basket had almost every flavor except lemon which was requested to not be added. 

You even added in your favorite muffin creation; a triple chocolate craze muffin that was filled with chocolate syrup. Of course it was delicious and drool worthy but something you could only have one of. They weren’t ordered very often and because the basket required almost every muffin you had on the menu, you thought you would sneak it in because it really was made for the high class. Now that you are standing with the basket in your hands, you’re happy that you added it, or maybe you weren’t because this man seemed to have everything except for your muffin. Which thanks to you, the triple chocolate craze will bless his taste buds though he has probably tasted the grandest of things compared to a chocolate muffin. 

You felt the basket get tugged from your hands and set down onto the desk. It was funny, how much that delicious basket of muffins blended in with the rest of the building because of that stupid grey ribbon. No one would even be able to tell that it was fourteen dollars and came from a cheap bakery a few blocks away. It was sad that something so delicious would have to be given to a man that seemed to be screwing his assistant, but like Oscar always says business is business. 

“How much do I owe you, for the muffins?” she asked picking out a black leather wallet from within a desk drawer.

“Uh-” 

“Wait,” she holds her hand up cutting you off and at first you have no idea why. Then you realize that she has stopped you because of the voices that are coming from down a hall near the elevator that you somehow had missed when you exited and looked around the floor. They were getting closer and one obviously stood out towards Ms. Bloom when she quickly grabbed the basket of muffins from the desk and gave you a pointed look. “I’ll be right back.” 

She turned away from you and fast walked, almost a jog, away from the desk in the opposite direction of where the voices were coming from. Her heels clicked against the floor as she went in a fast set of twos as she made it down the hallway towards a pair of double doors that went all the way up to the ceiling. 

They were made of wood and stained dark almost to the color of black and had rusty red undertones that were seeping past the dark hue. The handles were silver rods that hung off the door and went up past the height of Ms. Bloom even in her heels. Probably stainless steel from the way they looked. She tore open one of the doors and slipped in, disappearing behind it with the basket of muffins in her hands.  

You stood and took a deep breath, running your fingers through your loose hair tugging at the ends. Closing your eyes with the exhaustion kicking in, you could now hear the multiple pairs of footsteps echoing within the floor and the voices becoming more clear. As they seemed to be just around the corner, you could now identify that it was definitely a group of men. All low and deep, shouting multiple things at once, clearly arguing. However, there was one that stuck out like a sore thumbs amidst the others. It was higher and soft to the ears. 

He seemed to be the one centered in the attention because though the rest of voices were jumbled together you were able to hear his words clear, “Enough, enough. I answered everything in the meeting, now stop because I have other things to attend to.” 

Though his voice was demanding and sent a shiver down your spine it did not ward off the other men and only made them yell louder down the hallway as they rounded the corner. Hearing the muffled shouts burst from no longer being a wall away, you turned in the direction of the voices, that sounded clearer then they had before, faces being matched towards the rowdy sounds. Sure enough, walking in your direction was a group of what appeared to be six middle aged men dressed in suits and surrounding the very person that caused their shouting. They trailed behind him and as they only got closer to where you stood it was not hard to spot the man out who stuck out among them. He was tall. Taller than the rest of them which proved to be the first thing that made him stick out. 

The next thing was his age. You easily noticed that he was half of their age at most and very handsome. Possibly the most beautiful man you had laid eyes on and that said a lot, since every young male worker in this building could make your knees weak, but him god he was something else entirely. He had dark curls sat at the top of his head that looked all messy and hadn’t been styled which only made him look more gorgeous. Which seemed impossible since he had a sharp jawline, pretty brown eyes, and pink pillowy lips. He also obviously was fit, you could tell from the way the dark blue suit hugged his long body. It made you wonder what someone like him was doing in a place like this instead of on a billboard somewhere but when the rest of the building was also good looking it kind of wasn’t a surprise that he was here either.

“Gentlemen,” he announced, revealing his soft silk like voice, making it evident that he was the one that had stuck out among their constant rambling down the hallway, “The meeting is over, I appreciate your time but this shit’s done.” 

He continues to walk down the hallway towards you and the men still refuse to give up despite how cold it sounded. He tries to ignore them, looking elsewhere than the six men around him. In doing so his brown eyes fall onto you, stood abandoned at his assistant's desk with flushed cheeks, looking so out of place. At first you thought he would glare at you or laugh at the sight of you in a place like this. Which wouldn’t have been all bad if his laugh ended up to be just as beautiful as he appeared to be, but instead he cocks his head to the side looks you up and down with a curious glint in his eyes. 

You shuddered under his gaze and can feel your cheeks become even more red from his intense stare. He refused to look away from you and as he looked you up and down once more, he began to lick at his lips. You didn’t know at all what it meant the way he was looking at you or why, when there were plenty of more attractive women to drool over, but felt slightly appreciative of it anyway because he was very hot. However, that turned from just a hot man in a suit staring at you into something much more real fast. 

“Mr. Mendes!” 

His eyes broke away for a second at the sound of his name and your blood had ran cold. Your eyes widened at the name and soon realized that this tall man with curls who stood in the middle of the men was the man of this company. He was younger than you had ever expected and now it didn’t appear such a surprise that all the women dressed the way they did especially Ms. Bloom. Any woman would want a man like that who owned what he had. In fact, I’m sure many women did. That’s why you were as shocked as you were to see his eyes on you. 

He noticed your expression as soon as he moved his eyes away from one of the men back to you and realized at the mention of his name that you were startled. You looked like a deer in headlights, innocent and doe eyed. It made his stomach burn at the thought of being with someone like you. A woman pure and not invested in a world of money. It turned him on in a way it never had before, and though you were a complete stranger, if the hall were empty he would have you bent over that desk within seconds, right under his company’s name. 

You broke away from his gaze at the sound of Ms. Bloom returning back to the desk and you had never been so relieved to hear the sound of her heels clicking against the floor. You noticed the way she spared a glance over your shoulder towards “Mr. Mendes” her boss before looking back towards you smugly. “How much?” 

“Uh, um…” 

“Excuse me,” she snapped, “Are you def, how much?” 

“Fourteen dollars,” you replied swallowing the lump in your throat. 

She picked through her wallet and handed you a twenty before shoving the wallet back into the desk. “You can keep the change save up to buy something that isn’t…  well that,” she sneered gesturing to you up and down. 

“Thanks,” you mumbled softly too focused on the gaze still locked on the back of you to even defend yourself against the snippy comment from the assistant. 

Not sparing another second, you turn on your heels and head straight for the elevator. Walking by his tall figure and the other men, you can feel his eyes follow you all the way to end of the elevator. Even when you enter into the small moving box, when you look back out towards the floor you can see his brown eyes disappearing behind the silver doors as they come to a close, leaving you alone and in complete relief to be on your way out of here. As you ride down in the elevator back to the lobby, he on the other hand clears his throat and fixes his black tie before scurrying away to his office behind the large dark wooden doors. 

When he is safely behind them, the men no longer are able to bother him and eventually disperse given up. Shoving his hands into his front pockets, he walks across his office, hands tracing along his desk, stopping at the basket of muffins on his desk. It being the very reason why someone like you were in his building and why you had wanted to leave in such a hurry. He chuckles softly to himself before he continues forward to one of the wall clad windows of his office. He leans against it, gazing down towards the sidewalk in front of the building that appears so much smaller from where he stands. It’s minutes later by the time he notices you bolt from the building and head straight for your bike and though he has to squint to see from how small you appear he knows it’s you from how frantic you are.

He is interrupted by a small knock on his door and the sound of it opening. He doesn’t even have to turn around to know who it is. It was going to happen some time today, he knew from the way she dressed in that skin tight black dress that hugged her whole body leaving no room for undergarments. Other days, that dress would have him locking his office and taking her onto the top of his desk where she would scream for his mercy but today his sight was too focused on something else to give into her. 

“Mr. Mendes,” she said seductively, knowing how much he liked to be addressed that way in the office by her. “I got you a basket of muffins. Your favorite. With how many meetings you’ve been having, I thought it would make you feel a little bit better or just cheer you up. I know how those meetings can be.” 

He didn’t turn around or even acknowledge her words at first too focused on you as you unlock your bike from the bike rack, climb on, and ride away down the street. It finally registered that she had been talking when you were no longer in sight. “Oh, yes. I see.” 

That was all he had said and he still hadn’t turned around. She was pushing out her chest and rubbing her thighs together waiting for him to turn and look at her. She had gotten him a basket of muffins and instead of shoving her face down onto his desk as a way to express his gratitude, he was just staring out the damn window. It had been a week since he had devoured her on his grey couch sat in the corner of the room and she was dying to feel his burning touch again. 

Usually by now, he would have been hot and horny to do a couple rounds from his desk to the couch or even on the floor. Anywhere he could just to relieve the throbbing that would appear between his legs from her in that skin tight dress but clearly that wasn’t the case now and she could see that. See that something else was taking up his mind or perhaps someone else. She was getting nervous that he wasn’t going to turn around, that he wasn’t going to acknowledge her in that dress, and wasn’t going to finish off the ache that her thighs couldn’t do on their own. 

“Is that all, Ms. Bloom?” his voice broke her from her thoughts and she felt her heart drop into her stomach. 

She was shocked that he was denying her and denying any moment to pleasure himself. With realization of what he really was saying that shock turned into anger. Her blood began to boil and now she was beginning to feel hot in more than just one place. Waiting another second, thinking he was going to change his mind, she lost it fully when he sent her a glance over his shoulder and raised his eyebrow clearly annoyed. His eyes showed no trace of lust or need and instead was emotionless not even giving her a once over like he always did. At his small glance, her eyes narrowed and sent him the coldest glare she could muster as her lips curled into a snarl. 

“Yes, Mr. Mendes that’s all,” she spat, the words sounding like venom dripping from her tongue as she turned on her heels and stomped out of the office making sure to slam the door on the way out. 

He sighed at the childish behavior, pissed at her response to him refusing to have sex with her. Sure, she was hot or whatever but clearly she didn’t understand that it was going to happen sooner or later. That he was going to get tired of her and toss her aside. He can only stick with one woman for so long before it starts to taste the same on his tongue. 

Since she was his assistant, she should’ve known this out of anybody with how many women, who worked under him, that he would bring in this office to fuck. Each only ever lasting a few weeks at most, she should have easily known this was going to happen. It was just the way he was and no woman could change that. He knew that if she continued to be upset about the whole thing that he would have to fire her, leaving it only being five months since she’d been hired and even if he did have to, it wouldn’t be a problem. 

Many women wanted this job and would kill to wait on his hand and foot at every hour of every day. It would be easy to replace someone like Ms. Bloom. Plus with her now tossed to the side, he had his eyes set on something else. Something that he was going to get no matter how hard it was because he never got refused. Turns out this something was just a college girl who worked at a bakery making muffins.

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Chapter 2

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is "I have the power of god and anime on my side, don't mess with me," and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it. 

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it.Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Prologue 3-5: I wanna take a nap

Chapter Summary: Was everyone in this school an evil bratty child or was it just you?

Warnings: jokes about death(I think) and committing crimes and curse words, some sex jokes (but not the bad ones; middle school boys comments and stuff)

Words: 3.4k

Relationships: Pending twst x reader

Two boys-you assumed-were chasing after the cat, and while neither of them seemed to be very athletic,  the cat really was not either. The cat kept bumping into its own fire and having to turn away, or trying to blast fire at the two chasing him and almost tripping both himself and the other two boys. The cat did end up getting chased into a corner after almost tripping the two boys, and the smaller of the two raised up a pen or pencil looking object and screamed the words “Off with your head.” The only thing that passed through your mind was that you need to get out of here.

After the boy screamed, a red light appeared from the top of the pen and was soon directed straight toward the cat. The cat horror-struck backed up as far as he could and even climbed a few inches up the wall to move away from the beam of light heading toward it. The beam smacked the cat into the wall and caused him to fall from his position onto his butt and falter in any movement. Once the light cleared, there was an obvious difference in the cat’s appearance. A red and white collar had shown up around his neck, and the cat still dazed to notice it screamed out, “Nughab! The heck is this thing?”

You mumbled out, “Kinky…”

“Law of the Queen of Hearts Number 23: ‘One shall never bring a cat into a festival.’ You being a cat means you’ve broken the rule. I shall have you leave at once,” Here we have another member of the crowd who also thought the creature was a cat, but apparently, this disappointed child also has the numbers of the rules for something memorized, and that threw you off. He straightened himself once he noticed that the cat was caught within the collar and put his pen away in his coat that you just noticed everyone was wearing.

You surveyed yourself to see what you were wearing and realized that it was the same thing, only leading your mind to one conclusion: “This has to be some kind of cult…”  you mumbled the phrase so that anyone close by could not question your thought process, but this school and world just happened to get worse and weirder the more you looked around.

“...I'ma burn this collar right up and... ehhh I can’t use my fire!” You caught the rest of the cat’s declaration, and both him and you were in absolute awe for what the collar had apparently accomplished.

“Hmph!” The disappointed child straightened his back even more and tilted his face up toward the ceiling a little, “You won’t be using any magic until I remove the collar. Just like an ordinary cat”.

“Whh-what? I’m not some pet!” The cat was having none of it. He was clawing at the collar on his neck and pulling it as much as he could just sitting in place next to the wall in his time out corner.

“Don’t worry, I’d never keep a pet like you,” the kid really just can’t help himself can he, “I’ll take it off anyway when you get thrown out.” He turned away from the cat and began to walk back to the center of the room where the sus headmaster in the top hat who for a weird second kinda reminded you of Willy Wonka stood and fumed over the past events.

Once the kid began walking, the other male chasing the cat spoke up, “Wow, as wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your Unique Magic, Riddle,” the male even threw his arms out to match his display of amazement only to pull them pack in a second later to place one hand on his chin while the other held his elbow to his chest to allow the male to mutter some words to himself. The taller male then pivoted around and sauntered to follow the smaller male. Both of them held this formal air covered in arrogance, and you wanted nothing to do with either of them.

The end of their conversation must have halted the top hat headmaster because he straightened himself up and glanced at the crowd only pausing his eye movement when they reached you. He kept both of his eyes on you while he strode over to your wall. Your day could apparently get worse.

“You must do something about this! It is your familiar!” the man made hand gestures to point at you in his furry, and you decided that maybe now is the time you should speak up.

“Sir, with all due respect, stop assuming things,” this man was worse than some teenagers and teachers you have met, so you shut him up, “Please tell me when I told you that he was my familiar,” your flicked your hands and continued, “whatever that is, because I am clearly lost.”

“So it’s not yours?” The man put his hand to his chin and closed his eyes either to calm himself down or figure everything out.

“Yep. Never seen it before it asked me to strip” Please let this man listen for once.

“Ah, um You did.” He cleared his throat, “Anyway, let's get it out of the school. We won't turn you into a stew. For I am gracious. Someone help, please.”

Several of the students crowded around the cat until finally two came out holding the cat who was yelling the entire time. He was a little too desperate to just stay in this school.

You broke off from the masked man’s lecture for a second until another voice joined the conversation.

“That’s not different from usual, is it?” You were lost as one of the taller of the five males from earlier spoke up. He was a half furry, but you had no clue what that was called again and you would rather not know.

“What?” The sun graced everyone with its presence, “Did nobody tell him about the ceremony?” His features turned into a sorrowful, sour look from his normal bright and upbeat feature; he even glanced around at all of the others who surrounded the masked male. You noticed that all of them were the five from earlier, not including the tablet.

“If you are going to complain, you should’ve done it yourself.” Another one of the tall gang of the five males spoke up; however, this one was the exact opposite of the half furry. He was incredibly put together and more breathtaking than anyone you have ever been in the same room in. The male must be the ruler of self care, even if he did give you arrogant vibes.

“Hmm. But I don’t really know anything about the guy.” The sun appeared guilty at his statement.

The people which you forgot about broke out into chatter about a man who was named something like ‘Malaus Drakconia’ or something like that, but you had no clue who he actually was or how to actually spell his name. All of the chatter stopped when another male, much smaller than most of the five males, strolled into the room through the double doors.

“I was correct. I thought he might come but ‘Malaus’ really didn't. It seems the invitation "never arrived" again.” The small male shook his head and sighed gently after entering the room.

The males in the middle all exchanged glances before two emerged: the two from before; the ones that were chasing after the cat.

“My deepest apologies. I promise, we didn't intend to exclude you.” The taller male closed his eyes and appeared apologetic.

“His aura makes it hard to approach him,” The shorter male just can’t stop himself.

You just had to butt in because no one was taking this seriously; you walked up from your wall to meet with the group in the middle, “Yo, dude that’s really not right. I mean what has he ever done wrong to ya?” Some teenagers just weren’t for you, and so you apologized to the new face that entered. “Tell the dude he has my condolences or something.”

The short new face just stared through your soul for the next couple of minutes, not blinking, but he finally did cough and twist away from you to face a group of students. “It’s not your fault child, but it is all right.” He took about three steps. “Members of the Diasomnia Dormitory can come with me… I hope this doesn't upset him.”

You in your brilliance decided to cup your mouth and scream out to the male leading the first group out, “Tell the dude that if he needs someone to talk to, I’m freeee! I hope he feels better!”

You even heard a slight chuckle from the group. And slowly all the groups left; most making eye contact with you, but you just carried on trying to think of how expensive the clothes you had one were; you rubbed the sleeve and found out that they were made of a fabric resembling silk.

Crowley, from what you remembered, sauntered up to you once the room was clear and both of you began to conjure in your head and make a conversation about what was going to happen:

“While I normally would have you leave this school, I do not know where you are from. Would you mind stepping up to the mirror to find out. There is no need to worry. The Dark Mirror will send you directly back from whence you came. Enter the Gate, and picture your home clearly in your mind... “ The male pushed you to the mirror again, and you thought of your home for as long as you could. You even heard him mumble words back and forth with the mirror when you were lost in thought.

However, a surprised noise came out of the man’s mouth and your mind buffered to process everything because both Crowley’s and the mirror’s gaze, if you would even call it that, were stuck on you.

“This is the first time this has ever happened since I became headmaster, what should I do?” You held contact with his weird mask eyes for as long as you could before you swerved your gaze to the mirror. “Are you positive that is where you are from? And that you have never heard of Twisted Wonderland, Night Raven College, anything?” He was moving closer to you at an extremely fast rate causing you to discreetly walk back to your wall.

“Yeah, sir, why would I ever lie about that? All of this seems like a weird movie for me.” You just could not believe how little this “headmaster” or whatever believed you.

“Our best option is to go to the Library and do some research. Come and join me.”  Headmaster Crowley twirled around making his cloak follow his mystical movements like some fairy or evil villain and started to make his way out of the room.

You just as confused as before followed after him, wondering if anything in this world would ever make sense.

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After around an hour of scouring through books in the odd library you were in earlier, you and the headmaster both decided to take a break.

“Can you please believe me now?” You slumped in a chair and groaned as loud as you could for as late as it was and even massaged your forehead, just hoping the man would get your point.

“You are correct. There is nothing about your hometown anywhere…” The male halted his speech and glanced back at the books, “There is also a possibility you are from another world.”

“What a nice thing to say to the tired, lost teenager,” and you stopped your speech to turn to him and point at him, “That you are in charge of.” You could not believe this man, and so you deflated while he carried on with his speech.

“Did you have anything on you when you came here?”

You just shook your head and rolled your eyes out of his view.

“Do you have any identification, like a license for a magic car, name on a shoe... You appear to be empty-handed?”

Another shake and a hand placed back on your forehead, and you noticed that he was probably going to go back into one of his speeches when he stood up taller and paused speaking for a second.

“This is concerning…..My graciousness is limitless! I am a model for all educators.We had better be on our way. Let's head to the dormitory. It may be a bit old but there is a certain charm to it.” Apparently, you were going to stay in a dormitory. Always a new surprise with this man.

And you two were off again through the halls and outside to your new stay in this world, but from how terrible the place was on the outside, this was not a luxury resort.

It was a four or more story house accompanied by a broken gate guarding the house, spider webs on all of the molded dead trees, broken shutters, even broken window, and to top it off just an overall haunted vibe to the place. This was where smart, sane people in life would avoid; this was just the trap for those characters in haunted movies, and you were just hoping to find a peaceful place to sleep in it tonight.

Crowley must have caught your staring at the dorm and ushered you inside, “Right, right. Please come inside.”

You can confidently say that the inside of the dorm was incredibly worse than the outside; the streets might be a better option if you took into account all of the health hazards in just this room alone.

Crowley did not seem to agree, “Staying here will at least keep you out of the rain.”

You hoped to interject, “Isn’t there somewhere el-”

“I'm going back to do more research. Make yourselves at home. Don't go wandering around the school! Goodbye!” This man was going to be the death of you or the reason you commit murder.

The lounge area was terrible: almost everything was broken and covered in dust, including the walls, ceiling, and floor. This area was not fit for a person to live in, and even if you tried your best it might never be.

But of course with your luck streak, Crowley saying that it would rain had to come true. “Are you kidding me now!” You threw your hands up in the air and then grabbed your head and tried not to commit arson.  “Nothing is ever going to go my way here, will it?”

Thunderstruck.

“At least you are on my side…” You gazed out the cracked window expecting it to break soon.

The thunderstorm caused more problems in your new dorm than it should have. The building would shake, as would the windows, and it allowed more damage than before. However, it appears that you are not alone with a caterwaul screech from behind you.

“Hyyyi! It’s really coming down!” And located on your broken couch was the cat from before. He was apparently a gift from someone, who probably was laughing at you, for you with how often he was popping up.

“What are you doing here?” You probed in an apathetic tone as you both deadpanned and glared at the cat.

“Gyhaha! You've got this stupid look on your face like a spider being attacked by a water gun! I'll have no trouble sneaking back into school. Come on, come on. If you think getting thrown out is gonna make me give up on getting in, you've got another thing coming!” The cat gabbed just as long as the headmaster.

Your day could somehow get worse, “Honestly, I don’t care. Please don’t cause problems or I’ll kick you out.”

“Hmph. You wouldn’t understand, but I’m a genius who is destined to be a great magician! I've been waiting for the Ebony Carriage to come pick me up. But... But...Hmph! The Dark Mirror just doesn't have an eye for this.So that's why I came here on my own. Not letting me in would be a loss for the world, humans just don't get it.” This cat might be annoying, but the sob story does make you pity him a little. That is if he started acting kinder and not like an annoying pretentious kid.

Now that you look at him, he resembled a small child disappointed that they did not get what they wanted, but you had sympathy for him. He never mentioned a family or had anyone who cared about around him. He seemed lonely. He wanted to get into school which honestly you don’t know why anyone would want to go to school, but people had their priorities.

A water droplet hit the cat, “Nyaa! So cold! The roof is leaking!”

Another drop.

“Fgyaa! It keeps coming! My adorable ear fire is gonna go out at this rate!” He pulled down his ears closer to his eyes and met your gaze.

“Fine, fine. I’ll get a bucket..” You uttered going to look around the building and ignored any more retorts the cat came up with.

You exited the living room and entered a hallway with a flight of stairs going up, and the rest of the house mirrored the living room and outside by how disgusting and hazardous it is. There was even a gigantic spider web spreading the top of the hallway, and the wallpaper was coming off and covered in mold.

“This is a great time for the first kill in a horror movie,” in this situation talking to yourself helped calm you down.

That is until three ghosts appear. All of different sizes and heights, and they look incredibly familiar like from a movie or something.

“Hihihihi…. Ihihihihi…We haven't had a guest in so long...I'm itching for some action. Ihihihihi!” Frozen in your spot, you watched as the ghosts chuckled and floated closer to you.

“Um, sorry, but like…. What?”  You became more disoriented as the day went on., and this topped the cake.

The cat was not on your wavelength and followed you out of the living room and into the hallway only to freeze at the sight of the three ghosts.  

“Gyaaaaaaaa!!!! G-g-g-g-ghoooooooooooootts!!” The cat bawled before he darted to cling onto your cloak.

The shortest ghost found amusement out of the cat’s reaction, “The people living here got scared of us and left…”

So did the largest ghost, “We’ve  been looking for more ghost pals. How about you guys?”

“Dudesss, chill down. We are not here to hurt you.” You tried to placate both the ghosts and the cat clinging onto you, but nothing ever went your way.

The cat leaped out from behind you looking as ferocious as a duckling, “Grim, the Great Magician, isn't scared of some ghosts!!!” and blew fire at the wall, “Punahhh ~ ~ ~ nnn!!”

The ghosts were having fun with the cat as the tall one asked “Where are you aiming?” and the largest one ran around the hallway area chanting “Over here, over here!”

Apparently Grim-the cat- was actually taking this seriously or did not like getting teased, “Shoot! Stop disappearing!” He continued to blast fire in all directions, most not even where the ghosts were.

You were not going to put up with his attitude so you made a deal with him wanting him to either shut up or do his job right, “Grim or whatever, either you get a move on and listen to me or I’ll tell the headmaster that you are here so that a red collar can be placed on you again and get you kicked out on the streets.”

“Ughhhh, buttt.. I’m a genius.” Grim ran around the area but paused as another ghost came up behind him. “Bunch of cowards ganging up on us! Fine,” Grim circled around to face you, “tell me where the ghosts are!”

“To your left!” Helping Grim would never be easy, but you somehow made it work.

“I hit it! Alright, let’s get them all outta here!” Like a child, he bounced over the fact that he did something right.

And like a child you could not wait to take a nap. 

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um like exams such so there was that, but thanks for reading and I hope you have a nice day! Next chapter should be out around Monday or so.. maybe. 

[nitannichionne]

If He Was YOUR Fan Chapter 24: Night & Day (A Henry Cavill Fan Fic)

Your eyes are closed, but you feel him:

One hand is under and around you, cupping, squeezing and thumbing your breast, paying attention to your nipple and then lightly raking your neck to do it all over again. His other hand runs from our shoulder to elbow, then dances over your hip, gently gripping your thigh and kneading it as he moves back up, his fingertips caressing your between your legs. He gently fondles your mound and outer lips, his middle finger pushing and stoking between but not entering.

You have never been awakened like this.

He breathes gently, inhaling deeply and appreciating your scent, then exhaling gently on the shell of your ear, his lips brushing it lightly. Your breath catches as if he ignited paths of fire over your skin in the form of gooseflesh, the trails all coming alive.

Your head falls back; you have never been awakened like this. Finally you open your eyes. It’s still night, and you don’t want to know what time it is. It doesn’t matter anyway. You slightly turn and he is right there, kissing your neck, first with his lips, then with those tongue-teeth-lip kisses that sends your senses in a tailspin. You exhale heavily as he gently holds your arm, kissing your shoulder and once again moves his hand down to the apex of your legs, this time using his fingers to rub back and forth to your inner lips.

You open your legs for him and the air is cool because you are so wet already. You suck a breath at the feeling then moan softly as he places his fingers inside you. You arch, closing almost any distance between your hips and his. He works you gently as he breathes on your neck and then your ear, and you grab his thigh, raking it, your other hand loosely around his wrist.

He bends you forward slightly and you feel him surge slowly into you halfway, inch by inch at first, but then drives in you to the hilt, a sighed high pitch moan warming and tickling your ear. His hold becomes tight around your body, his fingers curled around your shoulder, and his other arm around your waist. Your eyes close, and your other senses sharpen: Your skin tingles as you hear him inhale deeply, exhale in a deep purr that vibrates against your back, the hairs of his hard chest tickling your back. You feel hard thighs with soft hair against your smooth toned ones. You feel strong arms holding you tenderly but firmly in pace. His cock is buried deep, his leg is over yours, and you realize the only thing you might be able to move are your hips. Then he thrusts hard, and you cry out softly, breathlessly. The hand around your waist goes to your hip and now he is moving you up and down on him.

Oh, God…

Your body relaxes as he takes control, allowing him to rock you back and forth. At first, it’s slow and deep, and your body stretches to accommodate, your body gushes and pulses around him. Then he quickens, and the thrusts are almost brutal, but they do not hurt-they make you gasp and pant at how powerful and gentle he can be-you crave the dominance, you revel in surrender. His scent surrounds you and you flood each other, but keep moving, instinctively wanting more. Your moans and cries grow louder as you move together roughly, grasping each other tightly, letting instincts completely take over until you both primitively rasp in unison, riding out waves together and then sending them back and forth in pulses and throbs.

Henry curses under his breath, his breath still quick on your neck. He hugs you from behind and kisses your shoulder. You take his hand from your hip and kiss his palm, then his fingers, cradling your face against it. Tears spring to your eyes and your throat tightens with the admission your heart whispers. He is so…everything…

You both awaken sometime later to the sound of birds singing. Truthfully you didn’t get enough sleep, but that’s what naps are for. It then dawns on you the rain has stopped sometime during the night. You look at him and you sigh.

His hair is disheveled, but his face is unbelievable when he sleeps. Dark expressive eyebrows over deep set eyes thickly dusted with long eyelashes. A straight nose that has seen a fight or two, but only adds to character, sweeping gently out to cheekbones and a strong chin that cradles kissable lips. You feel like kissing that chin, the strong jawline, but you didn’t want to wake him.

                          You try to ease out of bed and he catches your hand, making your breath hitch.

“Hey.” He isn’t even fully awake!

“Hey,” you whisper.

“Where are you goin’?” he asks sleepily, dragging you back into bed.

“I was thinking of going to the bakery—”

“That hungry?”

“Yes,” you admit. “Coffee and rolls sound heavenly.”

“Check the bread box, love?” he asks.

You blink.

“Yes, I thought of everything,” he smiles. “You are on lockdown.”

“I’m a prisoner?”

“A captive,” he corrects. “Prisoners are usually criminals or enemies. You’re neither.” He looks at your body, and smiles, dragging you against him. You snuggle against him, the morning chill starting to settle in. He drags a sheet over you, and after letting his body heat warm you under it, rises from bed nude. “I’ll start coffee—hey!”

“What?” You ask, trying to find something to put on.

He wags a finger. “No clothes for you.”

You let your gaze rove his body. “None for you either.”

He smiles at that. “Fair enough, but later we must dress, I’m afraid. I have a surprise for you.”

You sit up straight. “A surprise?!”

“Yes,” his look becomes aloof. “If you’re good, that is.”

You frown. “When?”

“I have to check outside first.”

Now he’s really ignited your curiosity.

He gives a wink and disappears. He returns with a tray.

“Nobody is cooking this weekend?” you ask.

“Not if I can help it,” Henry chuckles. “This weekend, everybody gets a break.”

You smell the coffee brewing. “Mmmmh, yes.”

You finish about half of the tray together, and you finally go to the shower.

You lather him up and he does the same for you. “Not a clue?”

“Not yet.”

You rake his scalp and he emits a moan of pleasure. “Not one little clue?”

“Ah—no.” He is smiling ear to ear with his eyes closed.

“Not one itty bitty clue?” you massage his scalp.

“Hey, you’re the captive, here!”

Seeing the last of the shampoo rinse off and down the drain you smile up at his face. “Uh-huh” You lower yourself to your knees, and suck his meatus into your mouth.

“Uh!” His cry is breathless. “that’s dirty.”

“Actually—” you take him in as far as you can, stroking the rest with your hand and then let him go. “It’s very clean.”

His deep chuckle sounds like the bass line in the melody of the shower. “Are you—trying to stage an uprising?”

“Trying?” you run your tongue along his length, hearing him hiss as you cup him gently. “Not trying.”

He leans back against the shower wall, his head falling back as his hand caresses you hair. You work him gently at first, giving him a tongue bath. “Wait-no, no, wait—” You ignore him. “Uhhhnnn!” He picks you up before he reaches the point of no return, spins you around. “I said—” he rams your sex from behind. “you are the captive.”

You scream over and over, tasting him on your tongue, feeling him surge and pulse within you. Even as you lose your ability to stand from his intensity, he brings you to the floor of the tub, and he grips your hips, pounding into you hard and fast, and making you hold onto the tub to try to stabilize yourself. He smacks your backside to keep your back arched. By the time he is done, you are limp and exhausted again. He gets a couple of bath sheets and wraps you both in them, taking you back to bed.

“We’ll go out when I say, and not before,” he murmurs in your ear, stroking your hair as he dries it. “Nice try, though. I thoroughly enjoyed it.”

“Henry…”

“Uh-uh, nap for now.”

You open your arms and he gathers you close, chuckling down at you. You snuggle close, closing your eyes and realize it’s just Saturday. From the looks of things, he seems intent on wearing you out. 

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