#and we wore the same for days on end before washing them and wearing them again

[despite-everything]

kinda thought i didn't struggle with dysphoria anymore but i just saw myself in a full-length mirror and almost started crying

[harlowcomehome]

Chores and soap bubbles:

A Hazel and Jade fic.

You gathered up the laundry for what felt like the millionth time this week, sighing as you threw Jack's green new balance sweat pants into the hamper that you already struggled to carry.

“Are you serious? ” You mumbled to yourself realizing he was putting clothes in the hamper that hadn’t worn in a while, pulling them out one by one to look over them.

“Jackman? Why is this in here?” You walked into the living room, holding up a Gucci shirt by the collar that you’d never seen him wear, not even once.

He wasn’t paying attention to you, he had been distracted for the last month or so. You couldn’t blame him, knowing he was preparing for the next album but all of your household duties were starting to weigh on you.

You stood in front of him now, snapping your fingers in front of his face to get his attention.

“What the-“ he removed his AirPods and looked at you blankly. He was trying to come up with lyrics and was engulfed in doing that.

“Why am I washing this?” You held the shirt in front of him. Your jaw flexed at the frustrations your face wore.

“It was wrinkled” he shrugged before putting his AirPod back into his ear, he couldn’t be bothered with your frustrations at the moment.

Jack had offered several times over the years for the two of you to get a maid or housekeeper of some sort but you liked being in control of those things, which made you feel awful for complaining, so you rarely did.

You opened the lid to your washer and put as many articles of clothing inside that fit. You were wondering how your husband and the girls went through so many clothes, knowing you had spent most of your days this week inside of the house.

Hazel and Jade were playing in the backyard when it started to heavily rain. The two of them had been playing soccer in the backyard for over an hour.

Jack hadn’t noticed them coming inside or noticed that they left mud all over the living room.

You were at your wits end, as you scanned the living room floor that was now covered in mud. You had just moped a few hours earlier, the house still filled with the scent of cleaner.

Hazel noticed the shoe prints, a gasp escaping her. She knew how long it took you to clean.

“I’m so sorry Mommy” she mumbled, her voice small as she stood in the hallway with Jade closely behind her.

“We can help clean it up!” Jade exclaimed, Jack finally realized what was going on once he looked up and around the living room.

“No, girls that’s fine. Mommy will handle it” Jack nonchalantly replied.

You wouldn’t deny that you would’ve said that same sentence yourself, but the fact that he didn’t offer to help was only adding to your feeling of being overwhelmed.

“Don’t worry about it girls. Just get cleaned up. Leave your shoes right there” You pointed off to the side and smiled at them softly to let them know you weren’t upset with them.

Hazel could immediately feel the tension in the room, helping her little sister take her shoes off and leaving them to the side of the room before quickly skipping out of the room.

You pulled the AirPod out of his ear aggressively, as soon as the girls were out of earshot startling him as he jumped a little.

“Did you suddenly come down with a serious allergy to mops that I don’t know about?” You stood before him with your arms crossed against your chest.

“What do you mean?” He couldn’t help but laugh, unsure if you were being serious with him or not.

“Why do you just assume that I’m going to clean that mess? You were supposed to be watching them through the window like you said you would.”

“I’m a little busy here” he scoffed knowing this was going to be an argument.

“You’re always too busy for everything, especially me” Your lips trembled.

“That's not true Y/N.” He took a sharp breath in, the sentence you said stinging and making him feel hurt now too.

You didn’t have the energy to fight, shuffling to the bedroom in your worn-out slippers and slamming the door shut.

Hours had gone by before you heard the bedroom door creak open, it was the sound of your daughters and not your husband so you welcomed them with open arms.

“Mommy! Are you sick?” Jade giggled, realizing you were awake as the two of them crawled into bed with you.

“No baby, I’m just tired” You opened your arm for the both of them to snuggle closer to you.

“Daddy made a yummy dinner if you’re hungry” Hazel knew that if you weren’t sick you were likely upset as you rarely had any downtime to lay in bed otherwise.

“Oh yeah? What did he make?” You tickled her tummy making her giggle as Jack walked in with a plate of food for you.

“I thought I’d let you get a nap in” he smiled, handing you the plate of food as he sat on the bed beside you and the girls.

“Hey girls, do you want to get dessert ready?” Jack had to think of a way to get them out of the room for a moment as they both excitedly hopped off the bed and into the kitchen together.

“I’m sorry for earlier. I was being an ass, and I wasn’t thinking. I cleaned up the living room and switched out the laundry.”

“I just get tired of having to do it all, and I know that I chose that but-“

“No. Don’t do that. I was wrong. I need to help out more” he leaned in, moving your hair from your face as he kissed your forehead.

“I’m sorry for saying what I said too. I didn’t mean it. ” You took his hands into yours, kissing the top of them before he leaned in to kiss you on the lips.

“I guess I forgive you” he playfully replied in a sing-songy tone making you giggle.

“Let’s go out there. The littles are taking too long” You giggled at the nickname and Jack held your plate as you got out of bed.

••••

The following days were better, Jack helped when he was available but with an out-of-state concert scheduled, you knew you had to carry the load.

The first day without Jack, you woke up to a noisy house. The girls were normally still in bed, making you suspicious of how long you had slept in. You checked the time realizing it was only eight thirty, still late for you as you hurried to the kitchen.

Hazel and Jade had woken up before you and took the initiative to help with the chores that their dad couldn’t do while he was away.

It wasn’t until you saw the massive amount of bubbles and water all over the kitchen floor that you figured out what went wrong.

Jade was currently making soap angels on the tile floor and Hazel was covered in bubbles as she struggled to take the fifth bucket of soapy water into the backyard.

“Ahhh!” She wasn’t expecting to see you, falling backwards and spilling the bucket all over herself and the floor.

“Hazey, are you okay?” Jade scooted on the floor over to her, checking for scrapes and cuts.

“My ego is bruised but I’m okay” Hazel mumbled. (Dramatic like her dad.)

“Eggos are waffles. Silly Hazey!” Jade giggled.

You stifled a laugh, taking your slippers off and rolling up your pajama pants as you carefully slid over to your daughters.

“Sit with us!” Jade exclaimed with soapy hands.

You happily obliged before you laid down beside Hazel and Jade on the floor, laughing hysterically as the two of them burst into laughter too.

There were tears in your eyes when you finally gained composure of yourself.

“I was trying to help because daddy is gone” Hazel scooted closer to you, worried you were still going to be upset with her.

“You used dish soap?”

“Yupp” she giggled, “are you mad at us?”

“Not at all, but next time let me worry about things okay? Your only job is to be a kid” You took her chin into your hand giving her face a gentle shake.

“Now you sound like daddy” Hazel giggled and rolled her eyes having heard that phrase from her dad numerous times.

[xoxoluka]

ᴄʟᴀᴅᴅᴀɢʜ

jschlatt x streamer!reader

summary: you wear the same ring every day, every stream, in the same direction. your fans notice one day that the direction of it changed.

warnings: swearing, not a very descriptive fic

a/n: for those not familiar with claddagh rings, they are rings from Irish culture that are most commonly used to show your status. right ring finger upside down means single, right ring finger right side up means taken. look into them if you are still confused or would consider buying one <3

gummygone: what's the ring say today???

CelestialCat: SHOW US THE RING

alwaysstar: what are we today

"chat," you giggle, holding up the upside down ring on your finger for the camera to see. "it's the same thing today, i promise. nothing's changing anytime soon."

the chat was flooded with 'aww's and 'why not's and crying emojis, making you laugh again. your audience had a nightly routine before the end of stream where they would bug you about your relationship status, especially since you wore it so freely on your hand.

you got used to giving them disappointing news, although you were hoping that you'd be able to tell them something else very soon.

you end stream soon after your nightly conversation with the chat, and stand up from your desk to close down your office and get ready for bed. once fully showered, washed, and clothed, you got a text as you were plugging in your phone.

'you looked good tonight, toots.'

you smile, biting your lip subconsciously.

'you saw?' you respond, laying back on your bed as you held your phone up.

'of course i did. i could never pass up seeing your face.'

you turn red at his flirtatious words. 'you can see it in person tomorrow, if you're up for it.'

'absolutely.'

you stay up for nearly another hour talking to Jay, making plans to meet up for lunch tomorrow.

you enter the small coffee shop, the warm atmosphere surrounding you and comforting you immediately. you spot your date and give him a wave, rushing over to meet him.

"i missed you," you say as you smile, sitting in the chair across from him.

"'missed you too," Jay smiles back, pushing a plate and a cup towards you. "i ordered your favorite, i hope you don't mind." he spoke in a tone that told you he knew you weren't going to mind either way.

"how could i?" you respond playfully. "thank you."

you banter lightly back and forth for a while, until you notice Jay pause, an unfamiliar glint of hesitation in his eyes. it goes away quickly, allowing him to speak confidently.

"you know," he starts. "we've been doing this for a few months now, right?"

"like.. going on dates and stuff? yeah, i'd say so," you nod, taking a sip of your drink.

"so then.. how'd you like to make it official? about time, right?" he asks, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

you sit up in surprise, but a smile breaks onto your face anyway. "yeah! yeah, i'd like that."

"jesus christ, dude," you exclaim, jerking the plastic steering wheel to the side, evading the car that you had drifted too closely too in-game. you were playing truck driving simulator tonight, which was one of your (and your audience's) favorites. it was late, so your real-life self and in-game self were both entirely too tired to be driving a truck.

as you took a moment to yawn, you glanced at chat, noticing a few standalone comments about your ring. you quickly readjusted yourself, pretending like you hadn't just read the comments, and continued to drive. 'as long as they don't all see it...'

you hadn't realized that the way you drive had your ring fully on display, you right hand on top of the steering wheel as your left supported the bottom. a keen eye would've noticed the difference, but hopefully not all of the eyes. you quickly finished up the level, parking the truck and gaining the money and XP. you paused the music and closed the game window, bringing your facecam back to fullscreen. you noticed the usual ring comments, and the few people who had noticed the difference.

"oh, man, chat. i totally forgot to put my ring on this morning," you lie, slipping the ring off with just one hand strategically. "but i'm telling you it's the same. no changes." you'd never been a good liar, the tips of your ears going slightly red, your face flushing, and your small laughs as you spoke.

TheyCallMeDawg: yeah okay buddy

"woah, woah, chat, what's with the attitude tonight?" you jokingly ask after reading that comment. "y'all are crazy, go to bed." you say your final goodbyes to the stream for the night and do your nightly routine. although, tonight, you were going to text Jay first.

'they totally know.'

not rlly a fan, but it was for fun

lmk what you think! <3

© property of xoxoluka. do not repost.

[iamsherlocked1479]

Admit it

Word count: 1.9k words

Description: Sherlock believes that lingerie is pointless so y/n decides to prove him wrong, no matter the costs.

Warnings: 18+, very angsty, BJ, P in V sex, choking, slut shame

A/N: this is my apology for not posting as much hope you like it! But chapter 11 is about halfway done atm.

“I don’t get it!” Sherlock shouted at the television screen, jolting you awake with his movement, you had fallen asleep on him again, which of course he didn’t have a problem with.

“W-what now?” You ask dazed from your sleep

“These adverts look at those women.” He pointed to the ad you had seen thousands of times for a designer company showing off their new lingerie.

“Its just an ad?” You say confused, this is your punishment for letting him get to intrigued in the reality tv shows you watch, his attempt of proving he could be a normal boyfriend.

“Yes but I don’t get why lingerie is so amazing.” He turned to you

“Because its a way to feel pretty, seductive almost.” You laugh

“But you don’t need lingerie to look beautiful.” He added

“You know you should use that line more often.” You laugh

“I really don’t understand society.” He sighed and turned his head back to the screen.

“So you wouldn’t care if i wore something like that?” You ask

“I prefer you in nothing, we both know that.” He squeezed your thigh

“No but its meant to make their partners want them more. A treat i would say.” You thought how you ended up explaining the use of lingerie to your boyfriend who was very much experienced by now in the arts of physical relationships with you.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“It does.” You laugh “its like when you wear that purple shirt that’s slightly too tight for you” you smirk as his brow raises

“That actually explains a lot.”

“Never mind the show is back on.” You point to the screen

“You’re just going to fall asleep again.” He smiled

“Would that be a problem?” You ask

“Never.” He added, and as usual he was right. You woke up the next morning in you shared bed trying to work out how you’d gotten there but then remembered your conversation from last night, maybe he would like it if you wore lingerie. You hadn’t exactly tried that before, you knew he was probably out on a case so you got dressed with your mission clear. Finding the perfect lingerie to seduce the great Sherlock Holmes, who also happened to be the man who never had physical relationships with anyone, in a physical relationship with you.

You started out with a few common clothing shops with nothing really taking your fancy so you decided it would be better to look in the expensive shops, like the one from the advert. You browse the isles being amazed by the different styles and colours in all shapes and sizes before finally seeing the perfect set.

On a mannequin in front of you was a purple laced bra and panties set. It was almost the same colour as his shirt so you knew it would be perfect, the bra was lace and obviously see through and the panties would fit your figure just right.

It was early evening by the time you got home, and Sherlock’s violin could be heard throughout the apartment. He smiled when he saw you, but didn’t stop playing. It was obvious whatever case he was on was really toying with his mind mind.

“I’m just gonna take a shower.” You yelled not expecting a reply, it was time to put your plan into action. You showered and washed your hair, whilst also performing for the various bottles of shampoo that probably wished they didn’t need to hear the same verse from careless whisper three times over. You towel dry your hair enough so it wouldn’t be dripping wet, without getting too frizzy the next day and slipped on the lingerie. And god it was perfect, there was no way in hell even Sherlock holmes could deny you didn’t look good, you weren't one for loving yourself too much but this made it difficult.

You left the bathroom wearing only the lingerie and Sherlock was still playing, but upon hearing you enter the room he began playing a careless whisper mocking your singing.

“Was I really being that loud?” You laugh

“I’ve heard worse.” He still hadn’t turned around, dam his stupid mind palace.

“So what case are you stuck on?” You ask moving to the kitchen and ignoring the severed human limbs to make tea.

“A soldier was murdered, found dead in the shower, no way in, no way out and no signs of a struggle. Just dead, it appears as if a ghost killed him.” He still hadn’t turned around, god he was arrogant sometimes.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” You ask

“Yes and is there any biscu-.” He stopped and finally laid his eyes on you. Your back was to him, your ass clearly showing.

“Everything okay back there?” You smirk

“W-what are you wearing?” He asked, you could have swore you heard a gulp.

“Oh this little thing? I picked it up today. What do you think?” You tapped the tea spoon on the cup and turned around, he watched your every move as you entered the living room. You place the tea on the table and walk over to him, now he was intrigued. It was time to play your game. “Sit please” you push him back into his chair and he falls back with a huff his eyes scanning every part of your body.

“I- I think its n-nice.” He watched as you teased him moving your hips as you turned around allowing him to look at everything.

“But you see I’m not sure about it, could you have a closer look?” You step towards him, and place yourself in his lap straddling his legs, with your chest in his face, his hands slid up your legs towards your hips, but you pushed them away. “Ah ah, remember I thought you didn’t see the point in clothes like this. In my opinion i’d say they’re pretty effective.” You could feel him twitching beneath you,

“Maybe they are helping a tad bit.” He shuffled in his seat trying his best to do as you said but he wasn’t going to admit you were right.

“Pitty, I thought they were working.” You began circulating your hips, grinding yourself against his growing length, letting out small moans of pleasure. You watched as he gripped the arms of his chair tightly at the sensation of you rubbing against him. You moved your hands to his chest and unbuttoned his shirt. His fingers moved closer to you tracing along your leg, but you stopped your movements and tutted. “Admit I was right and maybe I’ll let you touch.”

He grunted frustratedly he wasn’t one for admitting he was wrong, but here you sat in his lap grinding against him and he couldn’t even kiss you. “Shit” he sighed “fine you were right” you smiled at your win and pushed your lips against his and began moving faster.

“I can’t help myself around you, fuck baby.” He trailed his lips along your neck going in between the crevice of your breast with his tongue, he pulled down the straps of your bra and pulled your tits free. He took one into his mouth, nibbling the nipple slightly while gripping the other with his hand.

You gripped his hair pushing him further into your chest letting out more moans edging him on. You pushed your soaked cunt harder on him, making his cock rub against your clit beginning to causing the knot in your stomach to grow tighter, growing closer to your release. He purred into your chest as your wetness soaked through his trousers, which grew ever tighter with your work. You couldn’t hold it back any longer your hips jolted as you came,

“Oh fuck Sherlock yes, fuck you’re so hard its s-so good.”

“Mmm fuck i can’t wait any longer.” He stood up and carried you through the hall towards your bedroom, his lips still locked to yours as he kicked the door open and carried you to the bed. He dropped you there watching as you knelt below him, wiping the hair stuck to your sweaty forehead.

“Want your cock, baby, I need it.” You whimpered as you unbuckled his belt. You pulled down his boxers and watched as he moaned as you licked a stripe down his length before gently sucking on his balls as your hand pumped him slowly. His head knocked back with a sigh of relief as you reached his tip again, and slowly began bobbing your head down over it, working your tongue around him before sinking down a little farther. You tried your best to swallow around him he helped by pushing himself in gently letting out deep moans the further you got. His hip’s jolted again as you pulled back and worked on the tip again, he was becoming too sensitive and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. He pushed your mouth away and brought you to his gently gripping your throat.

“Don't think I forgot you wouldn’t let me touch you, I won’t let that go unnoticed. I’m going to make sure you can’t walk for a week.” He pushed you onto the bed and positioned his frame over you, he practically ripped off the panties and entered with a hard thrust causing you to yelp and grip to the bed sheets. He pushed hard into you the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room accompanied by your moans, you clawed at his back as he fucked you

“Look at you so cock drunk, you think you can parade yourself around like a little slut in my apartment and get away with it. Do you?” He asked

“N-no.” You whimpered, leaning your head back as your back arched

“No what?” He grabbed your chin making your eyes level with his dark blues

“N-no sir.”

“Good.” He flipped you over and knelt over you, slowing his pace, taking more time to push harder into you. “Now say you’re sorry.” He slapped your ass, hard smiling as a pink gleam appeared

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered

“Good girl, now we can enjoy this.” He sped up his pace and placed one hand under you, his thumb rubbing your already swollen clit. The pulse of you clit sent waves through you as you squirmed, he fucked you hard through your orgasm

“Oh fuck, sherlock just there, thats right!” Your voice was muffled as you buried yourself in the sheets pulling them from the corners.

Sherlock groaned, he loved the sight of you being this way around him, so cock drunk you couldn’t even hold yourself up. He too was reaching his end the way your pussy clenched around his cock was enough to set him off, spewing thick white ropes deep inside of you and collapsing onto you.

He took a moment to cat his breath, his cock still inside you before pulling himself off the bed,

“Looks like you need another shower.” He held out his hand as you turned and sprawled onto the bed

“I can’t, too tired.” You say breathlessly

“I told you you wouldn’t be able to walk.” He smiled while wiping the hair stuck to your forehead.

“Hmm” you groaned as your eyes fell closed. Sherlock fixed the sheets around you before wrapping your body in a cover and allowing you to sleep. He showered before going back to his violin, this time thinking only of you. Though he would never tell you, maybe just this once you were right.

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 30.

the day before the concert, tara and i spent hours putting together our perfect Falling in Reverse concert outfits. with the two of our closets combined, and with the help of Jake and Johnnies too, but they don't need to know that, we were finally content with what we were going in. clothes were scattered everywhere, but we'd worry about that later.

Tara decided on a mini skirt with 3 different belts that we had found in jakes closet, which she had stacked strategically. she took one of my blinged up hot pink crop tops that i hadn't worn since 8th grade and had that as her top. she threw a fur coat over the top of everything. she threw on her chunky black boots with spikes and a cute pair of leg warmers on to finish the look. she had been planning on the makeup she was going to do for months, but all it was was her usual makeup with pink eyeshadow and eyeliner stars on her cheek.

i ended up wearing [outfit of your choice] and paired it with [makeup of your choice].

johnnies outfit was jaw-dropping. he chose his black lace button up and obviously wore it halfway unbuttoned. he layered about 10 different necklaces and rings. he also decided on wearing a new pair of dark red skinny jeans with his usual black boots. he tied it all together with his leather jacket. for johnnies makeup, he smudged red lipstick under his eyes and streaked black eyeliner down his face.

jakes outfit was just as cunty as the rest of us; he wore a cropped black tank top paired with his favorite pair of flared jeans. he also chose his belt with bullets on it. he decided on not even bringing a jacket with his reason being "he has tattoos for a reason." he also wore platform shoes and an arrangement of bracelets, some i had never seen before. jake decided to wear no makeup to the concert.

tara slept over so it'd be easier for all of us to take the 4 hour drive early in the morning. we had decided to rent a hotel so we could all get fucked up during the concert and not have to worry about driving home when we could just call an uber. all of us were restless that night, but forced ourselves to sleep so we were really ready for the concert.

i woke up the next morning wrapped in johnnies arms, per usual. the alarm was reverberating in my ears as Johnnie was also starting to stir awake. he opened his eyes and squinted them to look at me, a small smile forming on his face. "mornin'." his groggy sleep voice greeted.

"good morning. you excited?" i asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. i climbed out of the bed and stretched, making a million different bones in my body crack at once. "we gotta hurry up and take our showers since everyone else needs to, too."

Johnnies eyes scanned over my body. he sighed and propped himself up on his elbow. "do you want to just take a shower together? it'd save time." he smirked, gently squeezing my hand before he began fidgeting with my fingers.

"i like that idea." i placed a gentle kiss on his lips before dragging him out of bed into the bathroom.

i started the shower, making sure it was nice and warm as Johnnie got undressed. i wasn't far behind him, getting undressed myself before stepping into the shower with him. the warm water on my back woke me up as much as it was relaxing. i watched as the water trickled down Johnnies body and seeped into his inked skin. he ran his moist hands down my body and grabbed the body wash. he squirted some into his hands and began to wash my body. he had nothing but admiration in his eyes as they trailed over every part of me. he made sure no part of me was unwashed before going to wash himself. i did the same for him, helping him wash every inch of his pale skin. he shampooed and conditioned my hair, and while i wash washing mine out, he cleaned his own. he kissed me softly, but passionately before turning off the shower and climbing out. he wrapped me up in a soft towel, as well as himself.

we made our way back to our bedroom to pack our 1 day trip bags quickly. i stole johnnies pair of chunky pajama pants to wear on the drive, as well as my Lana Del Rey tee that was beaten up and bruised from all of the use. i packed all of my makeup and my concert outfit. i didn't bother packing an outfit for the second day there since we were leaving and heading home as soon as we got checked out of the hotel. Johnnie packed pretty much the same thing as i did, the only difference being he did pack an outfit for the second day. he threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a My Chemical Romance tee shirt to wear on the drive there.

there was a small knock on the door before tara's bright voice called out, "you guys up?" we both answered yeah at the same time. she opened the door and greeted me with a hug. "morning!" she greeted excitedly.

i hugged her back tight. "morning, Tar." i heard the shower start from down the hall. "damn, is Jake just now getting in?"

"yeah, it took me, like, 20 minutes to actually get him out of bed. he snoozed his alarm 3 times before i had to go in there and drag him out of bed myself." she sighed, sitting on the bed next to me.

Johnnie shut down his PC so it wasn't wasting electricity while we were away. "well, that's Jake for you."

tara rolled her eyes. "yeah, well, he needs his beauty sleep, anyway."

"did you get your bag fully packed?" i asked, tossing my bag over my shoulder.

"duh, i got everything ready." she smiled.

the three of us moved down to the living room, bringing our bags and everything else we needed with us. Johnnie sprawled himself out over the couch. i made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of water bottle and a few snacks for the road, putting them in one of my goat bags and setting it with the rest of our shit. Jake ended up joining me in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"okay, slut." i mumbled under my breath jokingly. i walked back out of the kitchen to join Johnnie on the couch.

"i know you are not talk to me, skank." he snapped his fingers and grabbed his zyns and decaf coffee off of the counter. he threw that shit in the microwave like it was nobody's business. he leaned against the counter and went on his phone.

i rolled my eyes, "is your bag even packed?"

"no," he answered nonchalantly before taking a selfie. i realized later on that he had posted it on his instagram story.

"that's wild that you're worried about your coffee right now, then." i laughed, "what if we're late to see Ronnie?" i over exaggerated.

he pursed his lips, "well, Ronnie can wait for my coffee." he smiled, taking a sip before heading up to his room.

tara had hopped in the shower immediately after jake did. she always took extremely long showers, but she made it quick today.

Jake made his way back downstairs with tara by his side less than 10 minutes later. with all of our bags and shit we needed on hand, we headed out the door.

Johnnie and I climbed into the back seat while jake and tara took the front. tara had music privileges for the first hour of the drive. her music taste was definitely different from mine, but I didn't mind it.

I leaned my head against johnnies shoulder and stared out of the front windshield, watching as all of the buildings and cars sped past. he wrapped his arm around my waist, his hand resting on my hip as he went on his phone to scroll through tiktok. my eyes flickered to his phone, watching as he reposted silly edits of himself, and of me and him, that fans had created.

Jake and tara had begun bickering about her lip smacking that annoyed jake ever so much. I felt johnnies shoulders jiggle, signaling that he was laughing. I quietly laughed along, aswell. they fought like a married couple, sometimes.

I could feel myself becoming drowsy as the car lulled me to sleep. my eyelids felt like bricks. it was way too early in the morning for this, especially when I was in and out of sleep all of last night. I gave in, letting my eyes fall shut as I slowly fell asleep on johnnies shoulder.

I woke up about an hour and a half later. johnnie was now watching Netflix on his phone. tara was passed out in the front seat, and jake was next to her, gently bobbing his head to the slower song playing on the radio. johnnie had felt me stir awake and began to rub my hip gently.

johnnie cleared his throat, "was that a good nap?" he teased.

I stretched my back before placing my head back on his shoulder. "Actually, yeah. your shoulder is a great pillow." I placed a kiss on his cheek, nuzzling my head further into his neck. "we should stop and get breakfast somewhere."

"I second that." jake stuck up one finger before rubbing his tummy. "I could eat a horse pussy right now."

his weird comment made tara finally open her eyes, as she had been stirring for a while. "what a great sentence to wake up to, jake."

he patted her knee, "sorry, sweetie."

we pulled into the closest McDonald's and bought breakfast. jake ate with one hand as he continued to drive, nearly fisting the breakfast sandwiches he had gotten. Jake and I both got coffees and the same breakfast sandwiches, a mcgrittle. we were practically twins at that point. I smiled at johnnie as he happily munched on his breakfast next to me. he smiled back.

by the time we were all done with our breakfast, we were about an hour out from the hotel. jake and tara switched seats since she offered to drive the rest of the way.

the rest of the drive was silent except for the soft music on the radio. I could tell we were all pretty tired from the long drive, and we'd all probably need a nap whenever we got to the hotel. to be fair, the coffee did wake up me and jake, though. honestly, nothing slaps like a good McDonald's coffee with extra creamer this early in the morning.

we had finally made it even earlier than we expected. I climbed out of the car and stretched, cracking my back before grabbing my things out of the car. Jake got the key card for the hotel while we unpacked the car, although there wasn't much to unpack. we brought all of our bags inside and made out way up to the hotel room.

the room was extremely nice. there were two beds, a large window with a beautiful overview of the city, and the usual hotel room accommodations.

I threw myself onto the bed I was claiming for Johnnie and i. I watched as jake filled the mini fridge with water bottles. we all took our concert outfits out of our bags so they wouldn't get wrinkled from staying cramped up for too much longer.

Jake and I ordered lunch from the hotel, although it was a pretty late lunch. the three of us started on our makeup, which influenced jake to actually do his own. he ended up smudging eyeliner in his waterline before calling it a day.

none of us changed into our outfits. we all sat on our respective beds and ate our lunch-dinner while watching some random ghost hunting show on the channel that was already on whenever I had turned on the TV.

before taking another bite, I spoke up. "are we going to leave as soon as we're ready so we don't have to wait in a long ass line to get inside?"

Jake gulped down what he was chewing. "That's what I was thinking, yeah." Tara and Johnnie agreed with him. 

after finishing our food 10 minutes later, we all got changed. I smoothed out my outfit in the mirror.

Johnnie came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "you look great, baby." he smiled, planting a kiss on my cheek.

"thank you," I turned around, hooking my arms behind his neck and kissing his lips softly.

Tara's chunky shoes clumped down the hallway as we made our way to the elevator. "over here sounding like a fucking elephant, damn." jake teased her, gently shoving her shoulder.

she shoved him back harder. "shut up, they're cute!"

Johnnie gripped my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine. I scanned his whole body, admiring how good he looked in his outfit. fuck, he looked hot. I smirked slightly before turning away. a blush was painted across his face as he smiled.

Jake called the Uber as we waited out front of the hotel.

"why did you just now call it? why couldn't you have called the Uber when we were getting ready, it would've been here by now." I scolded, not actually caring, just wanting to complain and annoy jake.

"because I didn't know how long it'd take you ladies to get ready. don't act like I haven't heard the conspiracy theories about girls taking forever to get ready."

"conspiracy theories?" I repeated, "conspiracy theories is wild."

"well, they seem to be true." he crossed his arms, popping his hip out to the side.

"like you don't take 2 hours in the bathroom every morning playing with your hair." I retorted, looking around to see if the Uber was close.

"okay, well, that's different." he rolled his eyes.

"mhm, right."

the Uber arrived eventually. we all piled in the back, pretty much sitting on top of eachother. we were all buzzing with excitement, and we weren't even buzzed yet.

"I think my first goal when we get there is to get a drink," I admitted with a sly smile plastered across my face.

"I second that." Tara was fixing her makeup in her phone camera.

"me too." jake and Johnnie responded in the same tone at the same time.

the 20 minute drive to the stadium felt like a 20 year drive, but I knew that was just the excitement and eagerness getting to me.

whenever we arrived, it took us 30 minutes to get inside, which was much better than it could've been.

we wandered around the stadium, looking for a good bar that had been set up. we ran into 3 before finding one with a good menu compared to the other ones.

we hurriedly ordered our drinks and made our way to our 'seats,' although none of us would be sitting during the actual concert.

we were an hour and a half early, or at least an hour and a half early for the openers. I had high hopes for the concert, I mean, it was a rock, emo, whatever you wanna call it, concert after all.

I sat back in my seat, propping my feet up as I sipped on my drink. to say it was strong would be an understatement, even though I was far from a lightweight.

"wanna try a sip of mine?" johnnie offered, handing me his clear plastic cup.

I gratefully accepted, handing him mine in return. I hummed at the taste of his, "I think I like yours more."

"honestly, me too." he laughed. we ended up trading drinks.

tara took a video of the four of us. "holy shit, falling in reverse!" she screamed over the hundreds of other people in the stadium that were most likely saying the same shit. she ended up posting it on her story.

the openers came on with a bang. smoke covered the stage before a much smaller artist, I wasn't sure of the name, strutted onto the stage.

the crowd cheered, but not as loud as I knew it'd be whenever Ronnie came on.

the small band played 6 different songs, and they were all surprisingly good. they were more of a nu metal band compared to Falling in Reverse. I mean, I wasn't complaining.

the four of us spent majority of that time taking pictures for our Instagrams. I mean, obviously. what else would you expect?

Jake and I were on drink duty. we sped back to the pop up stand and ordered everyone the same drinks they had had before, except me and johnnies were flipped.

we made it back just in time for the openers last song. it was a bug finale, to say the least. the LED screen behind them flashed before everything went dark. the crowd roared with excitement.

we were left in the dark suspensully. i was practically shaking with excitement as i heard the low murmurs of the crowd. the LED screen turned to a dark red moments later.

finally, Ronnie walked out onto the stage with the rest of the band members following. everyone cheered and shouted as they came out on stage. johnnie and jake seemed over the moon with excitement. but, so were me and tara.

Ronnie greeted the crowd, earning a screaming mess of greetings back. he laughed before getting into the very first song.

of course, he had to open with one of his most popular songs, 'The Drug in Me is You.' I knew this song like the back of my hand, just like every other song by him.

I gripped johnnies hands, shaking him as I screamed the lyrics in his face. I was as dramatic as I could possibly get, and he returned the same energy.

Johnnie took out his phone and recorded a snippet of the first song before flipping the camera to us and pulling me in, kissing me on the lips before ending the recording. I knew his fans would eat that shit up whenever he posted it.

we went just as hard for the next few songs before another one of my favorites came on, 'Get Me Out.' I practically screeched whenever I heard the first few words of the song.

to say everyone's hair was a mess at this point in the concert would be an understatement. Me, Johnnie, jake, and tara were sweaty and dirty, but that didn't stop us in any way.

Johnnie gripped my waist tightly as we screamed the lyrics out into the crowd and towards eachother, our energy never fading.

there was a short intermission, which gave me and jake just enough time to run and grab more drinks. to be fair, all of us were pretty drunk at this point in the concert, but who was there to tell us no?

we scrambled back to our seats as we heard the drum rhythm for 'I'm not a Vampire' begin.

I could see johnnie singing the lyrics as he watched the performance on stage. since we were still a bit of a walk away, I took a picture. seeing him in the stadium lighting was heavenly, and he seemed so into the music, it just made for the perfect picture of him. I planned to set it as my lock screen as soon as we got back to the hotel.

there was not much different about the last few songs, except for the fact that I was exhausted and out of breath. I had a feeling I wouldn't have a voice in the morning, either.

as the last chord of the song rang throughout the stadium, Johnnie gripped my waist and kissed me passionately. I reciprocated, kissing him back with the same intensity. he pulled away, his eyes sparkling. "I love you."

my lower lip quivered as I couldn't help but smile. "I love you, too."

[windycitysissysworld]

Step Two: Pairing Panties With Outer Clothes

How is my little pantie-wearing girl coming along then?

This week’s task may quite possibly involve some more shopping. You have no doubt noticed that panties come in so many different design styles compared to boring male underwear. Have you ever thought why that is?

Why do women need different styles and designs of panties? That’s right sweetie, women have so much more choice in outer clothes. We have skirts, dresses, shorts, pants, and even jeans. All of these come in a variety of colors and fabrics. Some are form-fitting while others are loose-fitting. Some are high waist while others fit lower at our hips. All of these choices have a style of pantie that works the best.

For instance, wearing high waist panties with low rise jeans will just look super tacky with your panties sticking out the top of your jeans all the way around. Likewise low rise hipster panties with a high waist skirt, shorts or pants will show off an unsightly horizontal pantie line across your bum.

This week you will be looking at the outerwear that you have planned for the coming week and weeks. Then, honestly decide if the panties you have will give your outfit a flattering look. If not, then you will need to find the panties that will work with your outfit.

The good news is that I will give you a couple of options here of panties that work really well with certain types of male outerwear. Soon I will make a more detailed post covering all the styles of panties and the types of outfit that they will best match with. After all, when you step out in your Halloween “costume” you want to be sure that your underwear compliments your outfit perfectly.

There is a good chance that the panties you bought for step one of the program will be appropriate for at least one or two of your outfit choices. However, I am sure that you will need to expand your pantie collection with at least one new pair. Use what you have until your new panties arrive, but be sure to match your choice of pants to the panties you already have.

Last week you bought plain virginal white panties for your first steps toward femininity. This week be a little more adventurous with colors. By the end of this week, I expect you to have at least one pair of panties in pink. Look for options that are lacy and silky.

Before we look at the examples of panties to choose from, let’s summarize what your task for the week entails. Wear panties every day of the week. Match your pantie choice to the type of pants that you will be wearing. Go shopping via the Amazon links provided to find the style of panties that you need for the clothes that you want to wear.

One final point, be sure to wash out your dirty panties in the evening and dry them overnight.

Boy Shorts

Even though boy shorts got their inspiration from men’s briefs, there is nothing manly about these panties. This is especially true if you choose a pair that is satiny with a touch of lace. Boy shorts are rectangular on the thighs and are almost similar to hipsters but have a lower-cut leg. When To Wear: The good news about boy shorts is that because they fit horizontally below your bum cheeks they have no visible panty lines. This makes them one of the most versatile panties you can own. You can wear them under tight or looser fitted clothes including jeans, trousers, and shorts. If you wear your jeans on your hips be sure to choose your boy shorts that also fit lower on your hips, or look at a pair of hipsters.

Boy shorts can also be worn under skater skirts, tennis skirts or even as swimwear. Be aware that if you are wearing skimpy shorts or hot pants the legs of a pair of boy shorts will extend below the leg of your shorts and that will look a bit strange.

Classic Briefs

These are the regular everyday panties worn by millions of women the world over every day of the week. These are also the same style of panties that you wore during Step One of the program.

Classic briefs are one of the most comfortable styles of panties that you can get. Just be very aware of how tight your outer clothes fit across your bum because these also have the biggest possibility of giving you visible pantie lines.

Every girl keeps a couple of pairs of classic briefs in black as period panties as sanitary pads fit the gusset exactly and any leakage won’t cause permanent unsightly stains.

When To Wear: You can wear them under any high waisted jeans, pants, shorts, or skirts. Classic briefs are every girl’s first choice of panties under a dress

Hipster

Hipster panties are also often called hip-huggers as the waistband sits on your hips. Most hipster panties are styled very similarly to boy shorts but for the fact that the leg openings are cut higher.

Hipster panties are super comfortable and almost never show any panty lines.

When To Wear: You can wear hipster panties with any low waist jeans, pants, shorts and skirts. In fact, I would only not wear hipsters with yoga pants and other gym wear.

Thong

There is nothing that screams sexy like a thong. And that is exactly how you will feel all day wearing one. Every time you sit down you will be aware of how exposed your bum cheeks are. Doesn’t that sound so wonderfully erotic sweetie?

Your sexy thong will sit almost three inches below your waist and will rest almost on your hip bone. Your thong will have a normal triangular patch at the front. However, you will have very minimal butt coverage. It is that exposed feeling that will give you that deliciously erotic tingle when you wear them.

When To Wear:  Thongs work best with body contouring dresses, shirts, pants, shorts, and jeans. They work superbly with yoga pants too. Any time that you want to be 100% sure to avoid panty lines, wear a thong. In the change rooms at the gym, I just about only see thongs around me. No girl ever wants to show panty lines at the gym

Some final thoughts on color choices

Please girls, when you are wearing white skirts, dresses or pants always match the color your panties to your skin tone and never the color of your outerwear. The same counts for when you are wearing light color outerwear that is not white

This is especially true if you have a darker skin tone or are suntanned.

I am sure that you already know that there is more to being girly than can be crammed into just 40 steps. This is especially so when we start adding beauty products, makeup, and fashion choices into the collection.

That is why it is vital for your growing girly education that you will be required to read at least one additional Pink Femme post each day.

[justwritedreams]

Welcome to the Kingdom | Jeno

Chapter Eight: Hard to forget

Prince Jeno x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au!, royalty au!

Word count: 3935

Genre: slight smut, kinda suggestive.

Warning: Mentions of fainting and erotic dream again (fingering) MDI PLEASE IT'S +18 STORY!

Author: Maari

Note: Well, fucking finally it's here. If I forgot someone on the taglist please let me know! No proofread because yeah I wanted to post as soon as possible, sorry.

Summary: Things start to heat up… but not just for the princess.

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That day started off hot for Y/N.

Literally she was on fire, that's why after trying to go back to sleep without being haunted by the scenes from the previous night's dream, she decided to take a cold shower.

It eased some of the heat she felt between her legs and had washed away any kind of remnant of her… dirty secret.

The princess wore a pastel yellow ensemble, the top left her shoulders showing as the sleeves were dropped, the high-waisted skirt and white shoes.

It was a great day to wear fresh clothes for breakfast since it was going to be in the garden of the Lee family castle.

As soon as she left the room, the queen passed in the hallway and smiled welcomingly at the princess who reciprocated.

"Y/N, good morning!" the queen approached.

"Good morning!" she greeted and discreetly repaired the queen's outfit.

Much more elegant in a blue tone, the hat she wore indicated that she wouldn't stay that long for breakfast with the Lee family.

"You look beautiful!" The princess spoke, seeing the queen smile in thanks and run her hand over the back of her neck.

"Am I not visibly tired?" she asked, seeing the princess shake her head in confusion. "I barely slept last night, I'm so tired and it's so hot. I feel like I'm going to melt before I even start my schedule today."

The princess laughed, but sympathized. Mainly because she hadn't slept well either.

Okay, the reasons weren't quite the same.

But very soon she would be the next one with a busy schedule.

"No, you look radiant actually." The princess assured, seeing the queen frown and look at a fixed point on the wall.

"Why don't you come with me?" the queen suggested, leaving Y/N speechless. "I think it would be great to-"

Y/N was ready to try and argue when she saw the queen stagger back and forth, looking a little dizzy. The princess raised her arms to help her and before she could ask what was going on the queen fell backwards and without thinking twice Y/N held her to stop her from hitting the ground hard.

With the strength of the queen's body, the princess ended up tripping over her own feet and when fell to the ground she hit her knee, she complained of pain but seeing that the queen was unconscious, she panicked

"Queen! My God, wake up." She tried to shake the older one who was lying in her arms. "Someone help!" she spoke louder, looking out into the hallways that seemed emptier than usual.

Y/N didn't know if she should pat the queen's face and that's when she heard hurried footsteps in the hallway.

"Hey, here. Help!" She spoke once more and her jaw dropped when saw Jeno walking faster, practically running towards them, behind him came some servants.

"What happened?" he asked as he reached down to help Y/N hold the queen, visibly worried.

"I don't know, she fainted all of a sudden. We were just talking normally." she explained and Jeno nodded in agreement before cradling the queen in his arms and lifting with her as if she weighed the same as a feather.

"Open the door." he nodded towards Y/N's room and she did so hastily.

Jeno entered the room carrying the queen and the princess looked at the servants.

"Call a doctor and let Tae- the king know." she ordered and the servants nodded in agreement before leaving.

Y/N entered the room and Jeno had already placed the queen on the princess's bed.

"Was it sudden?" He asked, looking at Y/N who nodded her head.

"She looked a little dizzy and before I could say anything, she fell over." she explained.

The two turned their attention to the queen as she began to regain consciousness.

"Oh, damn it!" She held her head, the hat was still on her head and yet she looked elegant. "What happened?" She asked, seeing the two staring at her.

"You passed out." The princess replied.

"It's the heat." she spoke and tried to get up from the bed but was stopped by Jeno.

"You're not getting out of bed until the doctor sees how you are." he spoke firmly and she looked at him in shock.

"Excuse me?!" Jeno pushed her shoulder lightly to lay back on the bed again, she did but clearly unwilling. "I'm the queen here!"

"And you're also my sister-in-law, remember what that means? My brother ordered me to take care of you, so lie down and be quiet."

Y/N tried to contain her surprise at hearing Jeno's voice so dominant, she didn't want to focus on the shivers it caused her but Jeno was being so considerate. A little bossy, but he looked concerned as if the queen really was his sister.

The queen looked at Y/N who just shrugged in response, it wasn't like she could do anything or that she was actually going to do anything.

For the first time, she completely agreed with Jeno. She wouldn't argue or object.

"How do you feel?" Jeno asked for a while in silence and the queen crossed her arms, taking off her perfect hairstyle hat she wore, visibly sweating.

"Other than annoyed that you're making me late?" The princess saw Jeno roll his eyes, clearly not caring about that detail. "The dizziness has gone, I'm a little nauseous…" Jeno opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. "But it's not a big deal, it's because I haven't had breakfast yet. Just that."

"I'll open the windows." Y/N warned before moving away from the queen and going to the windows and opening them as much as she could, as well as the curtains.

While Jeno analyzed the queen waving her own hand against her face, trying to somehow create even the smallest amount of wind, the princess analyzed Jeno.

He looked really worried and that was surprising to her because she could see that Jeno had a heart.

He could act like that more often, he looked so much better not being a complete idiot.

The princess blinked a few times as she realized that she was going into a trance at the thought of him and luckily, one of the servants brought the doctor.

Jeno and Y/N gave space for the doctor to approach, the prince crossed his arms as he stopped beside Y/N, who, without having to deviate, watched his arm get bigger  with the movement.

Involuntarily, the princess wet her own lips with her tongue and bit the skin, feeling her cheeks heat up.

Though no one knew what she'd done at dawn, it wasn't like her own head was going to forget.

As hard as she was trying as hard as she could, the image of Jeno touching her was still fresh in her head.

Enough for the legs to take on a life of their own and rub themselves, when she realized what she started to do Y/N widened her eyes and crossed her arms, bringing one hand to her burning cheek.

For God's sake, she was in front of people.

In front of Jeno!

She couldn't remember her wild dreams of him, not at this time of the morning.

Therefore, she took a deep breath and tried to focus on what the doctor was asking the queen and it was a rather difficult task because Y/N felt Jeno's perfume invade her nostrils, his heat attracted her in a way as if it were magic.

Trying to push all thoughts away, she shook her head and heard the doctor ask the queen when was the last time she had her period.

The queen's answer was a little uncertain and Y/N looked at Jeno at the exact moment he turned to face her, if they were in a cartoon a lightbulb would light up over their heads.

Wait a moment…

"Majesty, by the symptoms you’re pregnant." The doctor spoke and the queen dropped her mouth in sheer shock.

As Jeno grinned and Y/N stared at him with a frown, she had felt something strange seeing him smile that way.

As if her stomach had turned in a way… not so bad.

Before they could say anything, Taeyong hurried into the room, in pure desperation. Going to the wife, hold her hand as he asked the doctor what had happened.

Y/N smiled before the doctor could answer, and when he assured Taeyong his face went from confusion to elation within seconds.

"What?" Was all he said.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty. A baby is on the way."

Taeyong laughed, turning to face the queen who was crying with joy and waiting for her husband's reaction.

The princess felt her heart warm when she saw Taeyong hug the queen tightly and thank her tirelessly, both seemed overjoyed with the news and she was so lost in their moment that she didn't even notice Jeno touch her waist. When she turned to face him, he nodded for them to get out of there, she nodded silently and the two left the room, leaving the new parents to enjoy the moment alone.

They both walked in silence through the castle, Y/N felt her knee hurt but was so happy with the news that she could ignore it.

"I'm going to be an uncle!" Jeno spoke ecstatically and the princess smiled slightly.

She had never seen him speak with such euphoria, it suited him.

"Congratulations! I've always wanted a nephew but being an only child…" the princess trailed off as she shrugged.

She loved children, she always felt lonely in her childhood because she didn't have siblings and even if she had some cousins it wasn't the same. But having a nephew would be so cool, in her eyes.

Jeno stared at her, seeing her keep her gaze on the hallway.

"Well, technically my nephews will be yours, so you'll be an aunt too." He remembered and Y/N looked at him in surprise.

She hadn't even thought about that possibility. Of course, they would get married but she hadn't thought about the bonds she would end up creating with Jeno's family, even if that was inevitable.

The princess smiled slightly as she stared at him, he didn't seem petulant at all, in fact he even seemed happy with the realization. It was as if he was content to share the title with Y/N.

For the first time, she didn't feel the need to respond and turned her head to continue looking down the long corridor as she felt lightness, as if a truce had been established between the two of them.

And it wasn't bad, not as she had imagined it for so long, quite the opposite actually.

"What happened to your leg?" Jeno asked, curious to see the princess limping.

She blinked back to reality a few times and looked down at her legs, remembering the queen's fall.

"Oh I ended up hitting my knee on the floor when I grabbed her." She pointed backwards quickly and Jeno stared at her legs once more.

Y/N raised her eyebrows and was about to ask why he didn't stop staring when Jeno walked over to grab her by the wrist and pull her towards a door at the end of the hall.

"What are you doing?" She asked, confused and even tried to undo Jeno's grip to no avail, of course.

"It's bleeding." He answered simply and Y/N lowered her head to try to get a better look at her knee, being led by Jeno.

Damn, she was really bleeding. Not much, but still

Jeno opened the door to the room and Y/N only lifted her head to look when she caught an extremely familiar scent.

She wasn't surprised to find that this was Jeno's room, the whole room screamed his personality and smelled too intensely of him.

And well, he'd said his room was at the end of the hall… it wasn't like he was going to take her to one of his brothers' rooms.

"Sit down." He pointed to the big bed and Y/N rested her hands on her hips as she watched him walk to another door, probably the bathroom. Jeno stopped to look at her steadily. "I won't ask again."

Y/N rolled her eyes before plopping down on the soft mattress. There he was again, the bossy Jeno.

She waited impatiently for him to return with a first-aid kit and grimaced.

"You're overreacting, you know." She spoke, lifting her chin to maintain her pose.

Jeno just raised an eyebrow and knelt down without taking his eyes off the princess, who faltered for a few seconds. He placed the first aid box on the floor beside him and placed his hands on the inside of Y/N's knees and slowly pushed them away.

She bit back a grunt and bit her tongue to keep from showing the shock she felt.

Why was he staring at her so intently? And why was his hand running down her exposed skin so gently?

Y/N took a deep breath when Jeno stretched out her leg and he looked away to find what he wanted in the first aid box.

He was doing it on purpose, she was sure.

She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, trying not to let her mind flood with memories of the dream she'd had.

Of Jeno's hot, hungry hands touching her in the most intimate way.

When Jeno dabbed the wet cotton on Y/N's injured knee, she cleared her throat before looking back at him intently.

His attention was on her knee as one hand cleaned the wound, the other hand gripped Y/N's leg firmly but not in a possessive way. It was even mild considering the size of his muscles.

Y/N could see concern on Jeno's face and narrowed her eyes, there was no reason for him to pretend so she believed he was being sincere. At the moment.

They were silent the whole time he was treating the wound, the princess wanted to understand why he was doing that. It wasn't necessary, not only could she do it herself, she knew how.

As soon as Jeno finished with the cotton and discarded it on the floor, she was ready to get up from the bed but was stopped by Jeno's other hand that held her knee and Y/N had to hold her breath when he blew lightly on the wound.

She had to hold the sheet tighter than necessary because seeing him in that position was creating certain scenarios in her head that should have remained dormant.

All because of that pathetic sex dream.

When Y/N felt her belly squirm internally, she shifted in bed.

"Alright, that's good, Jeno!" She spoke, her voice cracking as she said his name.

"Are you sure?" He just directed his eyes to hers, without changing position or taking his hands away. "There's an ointment that's great for pain…"

"No." She spoke too fast, unable to stop thinking about Jeno's finger caressing her skin with the task of applying the ointment, awkwardly getting out of bed she made Jeno move away but without getting up. "No need, I…" the princess gulped when she saw that Jeno could have a great view under her skirt in the position he was. "I’m fine." She spoke quickly and she was sure Jeno caught a glimpse of her panties as she practically jumped over the prince's body but she didn't want him to see that her cheeks were burning with shyness.

Even if it meant him seeing practically her puss...

"Thank you, Jeno." That was what she managed to say before she left the room quickly, without slamming the door and without seeing Jeno smiling sideways, ruffling his hair when he saw the disconcerted princess.

It was because of him, and she couldn't even deny it.

[...]

It was night, the castle was dark and silent, Jeno didn't know why he was heading towards the library but something was calling him there.

He didn't need light because he knew those corridors very well, his eyesight was used to the pitch black.

He entered the library in silence and searched the room for what had called him there, the corners of his mouth lifting at the sight of what it was.

Or rather, who it was.

Y/N was on her back, looking for a book on the highest shelf and didn't even notice that he was going there.

He looked her up and down, but the long black cloth she was wearing was preventing him from looking at her beautiful body and it frustrated him enough that the sound that escaped his teeth echoed through the room, making Y/N look back in a bit of surprise.

But she didn't seem too shocked to see Jeno there, in fact she even smiled slightly.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, quietly, clasping her hands together.

"I think you know, princess." He answered in the same tone, low and sensual.

"Came to read. Just like me." She blinked slowly, making him lose himself in the movement so innocently.

It was enough for his hands to itch to touch her waist.

"Yes." He nodded, taking a large step towards her without taking his eyes off the princess's. "I came to read." he bit down on his bottom lip, drawing the princess's attention who she stared at as if she were hypnotized.

Jeno kept getting closer and when she was close enough, he rested both hands on the bookcase, beside Y/N's body, propelled his body enough to bring his face closer to hers. The princess's eyes were lost in Jeno's lips and she was breathing hard.

"I came to read every inch of your body." He spoke softly and Y/N shivered, but firmly stared Jeno in the eyes.

She only found fire and desire.

He moved a little closer, his face millimeters from hers, Y/N already felt their breaths mingling together.

"Jeno." She didn't even have the strength to call out to him, her voice weaker than a whisper.

"If you want me to stop, you'll stop me." their noses touched slightly and Y/N's hands reached up to touch him but stopped in their tracks, making him laugh.

He took the opportunity to hold one of the princess's wrists with one hand and took her to his torso..

"You can touch it if you want, it's all yours."

He spoke before touching their lips in a thirsty and messy kiss, Jeno wanted to explore every inch of Y/N's mouth in a short time but it was still hot, all she did was take her hands from his torso to his neck, trying somehow to find balance because the legs were already weak.

That made her bring him closer and he let go of the bookshelf to grip her waist tightly, wanting to make sure she didn't get out of there too soon.

The kiss became faster and wetter as their tongues mingled, it wasn't a struggle for dominance, it was an insatiable thirst for each other's taste.

Everything became more accelerated, hands and lips began to explore parts of the body that asked for a touch, when Jeno noticed, Y/N was already sitting on the reading table with her legs wrapped around his hips but there was something bothering Jeno and it was the thick, oversized coat the princess wore.

It was preventing him from touching her the way he wanted.

And then in the blink of an eye the coat was away from her body, lying on the floor, as Jeno admired what she wore underneath.

Or rather, what she barely used.

A set of light blue panties and bra, which designed the princess's bust very well, the top part of the fabric still extended to the middle of her thighs and when following the fabric, he saw that the panties had straps tied around Y/N’s waist.

She looked like an angel.

Jeno looked at her and saw that the princess was smiling maliciously, leaning her elbows on the table and giving permission for him to have free access.

"With that little angel face, no one can guess that you're a naughty one."

She bit her lip, stifling her laughter.

"Only you."

It was Jeno's turn to smile as he brought his hands up to caress her thighs.

"And you want to know why, princess?" He asked quietly, bringing his fingertips to her navel, feeling her skin crawl and heard her sigh. "Because you know that deep down we are the same." He played with the straps of her panties and looked at Y/N who pleaded with her eyes for him to stop the torture. "Made for each other."

"And what do you intend to do?" she asked quietly.

Jeno smiled widely.

"For now?" his fingers went towards the waistband of her panties, and Y/N rolled her eyes. "Make you scream."

Jeno's fingers found the intimacy of Y/N who moaned at the same time, a sound that echoed through the library and followed like music to the prince's ears.

He was losing himself in the heat of her, it felt like he was going to erupt every time his fingers went in and out of the hot, wet flesh, it was so delicious and it was making his head spin with pleasure. Y/N was thrown back with her head drunk with pleasure because of him.

And he knew she was so close, he could feel the sweat dripping by his back and his fingers getting wetter while collecting the liquid that came out of Y/N's body.…

"Jeno!" The princess instantly opened her eyes and glanced at Jeno, who was turning to face the closed door with a raised eyebrow.

He knew that voice.

"Jeno, are you there?" he wanted to laugh, it would sound sadistic but it was funny.

He looked back at Y/N who was staring at him desperately.

"Yes Mark?" He spoke loudly and then increased the speed of the fingers that entered and left Y/N, making her bring her hands to her mouth in order to muffle the loud moans.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Perfectly!" In fact, all he could hear was the delicious sound of fingers inside Y/N's intimacy. She was driving him crazy.

"Then come on, Taeyong is waiting for you to play golf."

Jeno this time frowned. Golf? That time of night? But the games were always in the morning and…

It was then that he saw Y/N squirm in pleasure as the room grew darker, he even heard the scream of orgasm that hit her before opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling of the room.

Panting, Jeno looked to the side and could see what he didn't want.

It had just been a dream.

"Hurry up, Jeno!" But Mark's voice knocking on the door was real.

Enough to wake him up in the best part of the dream.

"Give me 5 minutes." he spoke loudly and heard his brother snort but agreed.

Jeno ran his hands over his face and hair, taking a deep breath and felt something hard.

He threw the covers away from his body and got out of bed completely frustrated and excited, heading towards the bathroom.

He would need more than 5 minutes.

[lina-linny]

Summary: it's your birthday and you spend it whith your boyfriend Wooyoung.

words: 1.1k

When I opened my eyes, I knew that today was my birthday. I sighed when I realised that my boyfriend, Wooyoung, who usually slept next to me, was already up. I had hoped to spend the first few minutes of my birthday with him.

Without all the fuss. I got up and shuffled to the wardrobe. I pulled one of Wooyoung's super comfy T-shirts out of the wardrobe. I only ever wore Woo's clothes when I was alone. Somehow it had always made me uncomfortable. But it had become a habit for me to wear Wooyoung's T-shirts in the last few days when I had lived alone in Ateez's appartment while they had been on holiday, so I didn't give it a second thought.

I walked into the bathroom, which was right next to our bedroom. There I washed my face, combed my hair and brushed my teeth. When I was finished, I stepped out of my room and headed carefully towards the dining room, the door of which was closed, but from which I could hear voices.

As I tentatively pushed the door handle down, 8 people came round to me. All 8 members of Ateez were standing there staring at me, obviously bent over a cake that I didn't have a good view of because San and Hongjoong were standing in my way.

"Is that my T-shirt?" Wooyoung interrupted the silence with an unexpected question. My cheeks turned bright red as I looked down at myself and saw a shirt that I couldn't deny belonged to Wooyoung. I lifted my eyes again and stared directly into Wooyoung's grinning face, shrugged my shoulders and carefully pushed past San to inspect my cake. I heard Wooyoung giggle happily, which brought a slight smile to my face.

Hongjoong next to me started to wish me a happy birthday and the others did the same. I thanked them. Wooyoung stole up behind me shortly afterwards, put his arms around my waist and his chin on my shoulder. He breathed a soft kiss against my neck and then sang a birthday song for me, which the others quickly joined in with. I smiled and blew out the candles on my cake as the song ended and everyone started clapping.

Woo broke away from me and ran into the kitchen. When he came back he grinned at me and held out a bowl of Seaweed soup. I smiled, knowing that he had probably got up early to make the soup for me. I was really grateful to Wooyoung for taking the extra time to prepare all this for me.

I sat down at the table and Woo handed out more bowls of soup so that everyone ended up sitting with one of these bowls in front of them, then finally sat down next to me at the table and immediately grabbed my hand confidently and cuddled lightly on my arm. I ate the soup in silence as I snuggled up against his warm body.

I was usually quite grateful that my boyfriend was so extroverted, loved chatting me up and always sought physical contact with me. Because even though I loved those two things as much as Wooyoung, I always wanted to avoid being clingy and annoy him

We ate a little of Woo's soup together and then cut my cake. Yunho put one of the pieces of cake on my plate and then proceeded to share it with the others.

However, Wooyoung grabbed my chopsticks before I could take them myself. He took a small piece of the cake and brought it to my mouth, laughing. My cheeks turned a little pink but I opened my mouth, giggling, and let my boyfriend shove the cake into it. The cake was really delicious. While the others started chatting merrily, Wooyoung started teasing and nagging me. The first thing he teased me with was his T-shirt I was wearing, followed by my cheeks, which kept turning red, and then it went on and on. Until he gave me a kiss on the top of my head. I just stuck my tongue out at him.

"Love you my birthday girl." Wooyoung whispered in my ear. I smiled at the change in mood that I had seen so often in my boyfriend. At first he teased me and teased me and shortly afterwards he became affectionate and sought my physical contact.

I took his hand and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. Woo laughed and turned my head in his direction to plant a kiss on my mouth. When I turned my head away from him, my face was flushed but now Wooyoung and I were giggling together. I didn't know why I was with such an extrovert, but somehow I quite liked it.

Woo had the whole day planned out, as he told me. During the day, Wooyoung and I visited a small amusement park nearby. It was really nice there. I loved the rollercoasters and I won an oversized teddy bear at one of the stalls. However, it was stolen from me again by Wooyoung shortly afterwards.But it was ok for me just because the sight of Wooyoung with the teddy made me much happier, because he was so happy about it and carried it under his arm all the time. Also then I didn't have to carry the cuddly toy. So we were both happy with the situation.

In the evening, we all went out for dinner with the rest of Ateez to one of those far too fancy and expensive restaurants. But it was a thousand times better than going to the club like Woo had first suggested. I hated going out to party. It was just incredibly exhausting for me. And since Wooyoung volunteered to pick up the tab for everyone, I wasn't going to complain.

I chatted to everyone and it was really fun and nice but I was still glad when I could throw myself into bed at the end of the day. I smiled and listened to wooyoung's teasing, in which he giggling told me how lazy I was for not even managing to wash my face. When he had finished doing his skin care, he crawled into bed with me and gave me a goodnight kiss on the lips. I just smiled happily.

"Love you Woo."

Wooyoungs answer "Love you more." and a second kiss on my lips were the last thing i realised before i fell asleep

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

The guest PT 23

Masterlist

It had taken a month of bedrest before Sneed would allow you to be released from the hospital. In that time, the Professor had taken his retirement and Sneed taken over the head surgeon position. As yet he had denied Belle's requests to become a full-time doctor. However, Jack was now being paid a gracious wage and a simple house had been set up not too far away that would be yours once you were married.

Oliver Twist had called off his wedding to Fanny at the dockyard, when it was discovered that not only had he initially stolen the gold but then also lost it. The official story being he has been stitched up by Monks. Given that they were half brothers it was easy for others to believe.

Through her disappointment Fanny threw herself into arranging your wedding.

By the end of the first month you were released back to Government house where even Lady Jane tittered about your comfort. You hated that you still needed so much help with almost everything. Fanny would stay and read to you most days. On occasion Fagin or Hetty would come by and take you for a walk around the gardens. Every day you grow a little stronger.

In the evenings when Jack's shift at the hospice finished he would come by and spend time with you. Stealing small kisses when no one was looking. He had refused to move into the house until he could live there with you and so he would return to his room in the hospital each night.

Finally the day had come when you would become Mrs Dawkins. You awoke and stretched out your muscles. There was still an ache in the healing wound on your abdomen but it felt good to stretch. Your bedroom door opened and the sister came giggling into the room.

"Good morning." You smile at them. "The bath is being drawn, nice and warm just like you like it." Fanny jumped onto your bed, folding her legs below her. Belle rested against the bedpost.

"How are you feeling?" She asked you.

"I'm good, excited. A little nervous." You admit.

"Not to worry, we have kept it small, just as you requested and the garden is being set up now." Fanny said, the wide smile on her face seemingly unable to slip.

You thanked her and went to the bathroom, where you slid into the large rolltop bath. A maid helps to wash out your hair that had grown long over the last year. You make sure not to get your stitches too wet as you bathe. Once you returned to your room and you'd begun dressing Lady Jane appeared in your doorway.

"would you like some help?" She asked. You nodded and she crossed the room, helping to tie your corset. She made sure it fitted you well but did not pull it too tight.

"You know, you are not my daughter, but just as you have with my husband you have infiltrated this family in a most delightful way. I am glad to call you part of our family and you will be missed amongst these walls." She admitted, patting your hand, "I brought these with me. Both the girls have been assigned their family heirlooms. Still, I have these, they were my grandmothers and she wore them on her wedding day. I would be honoured if you would wear them today and pass them onto your own daughter." Lady Jane placed a velveteen box into your hands. You open it and see the most beautiful necklace and bracelet set. Two strings of pearls held together at the front with a silver medallion. The bracelet was the same only smaller.

"They are breathtaking, Lady Jane." You say and pull her into a hug that she happily returns.

"I will have the maids come in to get you dressed." She nods once before leaving again. You look at the jewelry and try to hold back your tears of joy. You really didn't understand how any of this could have happened. Not even a year ago you were a lonely doctor, living alone and now you were marrying the man of your dreams who had literally saved your life. You had a group of friends that loved you deeply. Belle came rushing into your room flinging our robe around your shoulders.

"Jack is walking up." She whispered to you and ran to the balcony window. You followed her and looked out. Jack was dressed in his Naval uniform, though it had definitely been altered to fit him a little better. Fagin walked beside him dressed in the nicest clothes you had ever seen on him. It was clearly a new suit. 'using his new money well' you thought to yourself. Jack's eyes found yours and his lips pulled up in a smile. Belle giggled and pulled you away.

"He looks very handsome." She says.

"He does." You sigh happily.

"Are you ready miss?" The maids had entered.

In the gardens Jack walked up to the gathered guests. He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. Sneed stepped up to him.

"Well I suppose the best man won." He admitted holding his hand out to Jack.

"Well you got the job I got the girl. I'd say we both won." Jack shook his hand. Over the last few months their working relationship had become easier, a flow between them just worked.

"After your honeymoon there is an invitation to the club." Sneed said. Jack thanked him and he moved on. Slowly he greeted each person as he made his way to the front of the small aisle. Several chairs had been set up on the back lawn and the priest, Crooky, stood at the head of them. Jack shook Crooky's hand, and he waited, Fagin beside him.

To his right, Fanny began to play the harp, the sweet tinkering indicating that you were about to appear. As the music played Belle walked slowly down the aisle as your bridesmaid and took her place to one side of the priest. You stood now waiting for your signal to move. Edmund appeared beside you, holding his arm out.

"Let me give you away?" He whispered.

"I'd be honoured." You reply and slide your hand around his elbow. The music changes just slightly and the two of you begin the slow walk. Jack turns and his eyes meet yours, his breath taken instantly. He marvelled at the way the veil drifted down your hair that had been mostly left down. Your cream dress was fitted perfectly to you. The sleeves dipped off your shoulders and a gold embroidery adorned the bottom of the skirt. Simple matching gloves reached to just above your elbow. He supposed it was as elaborate as you would allow but it suited you perfectly in his opinion.

Inside him there was a little boy who was cold and frightened, who was sure he would die in a damp prison. That little boy could never have imagined that he would have a moment as simply perfect as this one.

Edmund passed your hand to Jack's and he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek before taking a seat beside his wife.

You and Jack turn to Crooky.

"ladies and gentlemen we are gathered here today to celebrate the union between this man and this woman in the eyes of our Lord God. Now Doctor, the vows."

Jack nodded and looked to you.

"I, Jack Dawkins, take thee, y/n y/l/n, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge thee my faith."

"y/n" Crooky looks to you.

" "I, y/n y/l/n, take thee, Jack Dawkins, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge thee my faith."

jack slid a ring onto your finger, Crooky announced you husband and wife and Jack leaned in to kiss you.

A loud bang rings through your ears and several people scream. Jack grabs your arms and lowers you, using his body to cover you. His eyes scan the crowd when he sees him. Monks, standing at the end of the aisle.

"You betrayed me!" He shouted pointing his revolver pistol at Jack.

"Monks, no..." Jack held up his hands in front of him.

"You and him did this!" Monks said through gritted teeth. "I'll kill you all."

"Arrest that man!" Edmund shouted to the guards who were standing close by. There is a flurry of movement. You can't be sure what is happening. More shots are fired. You hit the floor and look down at your dress. Blood covered the bodice and in your lap Jack lay.

"Jack, Jack? Help me!" You scream.

@afalls14universe @fandomfan-102 @deanstolemydragon @mydeputyghostwagon

[myboyfriendstinkyfeet]

A beautiful and warm weekend in perspective, we took the opportunity to walk in the woods. His white TN on his feet, Tom has been wearing them for several weeks with always the same socks, his feet haven't stopped sweating it's so hot.

We had been walking for 10 minutes without stopping, suddenly he said to me: "My feet are soaked, they are very hot and my sneakers are on the verge of flooding as my feet are so wet." 😏

As he is the type to joke quite often when it comes to my adoration of male feet, I replied to him to stop joking and that I had a lot of trouble believing him 😅

When he saw a bench he offered to sit down to rest for a few moments.

He crossed his feet on the bench before I had time to sit down 😥

He stared into my eyes and pointed at his TNs, then said, "Since you don't believe me, check for yourself!😏

Take my TNs off and let my feet take care of your septic nose!"😈

I was frozen, so surprised by his reaction, I should have shut up 😅

"Don't worry! I'll make sure there's no one around to stop this moment of truth! 😏 Don't be shy, I know you're curious to poke your nose into it!"

I took the end of his sneaker and began to gently remove it, letting out a kind of "fragrant mist" that emanated from his feet.

It was hot as hell inside🥵

The bottom of his foot was very hot! I could feel the heat on the palm of my hand without needing to touch his foot. He forced me to lie on the ground making me smell one of his TNs which smelled very strong!

Then he put his two stinky and hot feet on my face, he said: "So? Isn't it hot and stinky? Go ahead and sniff while breathing deeply! I want to feel your breath pass between my toes!" 😈 His socks were so dirty! He only wore them with his TNs!

The smell was the result of a hell of a mix: the smell of new TNs he bought at the start of the year, sweat, dirt, and he doesn't wash his feet every day... The result was very powerful! 🥵 A true masculine essence!

He took off his socks and put his sweaty sweaty feet on my face!

"I'm massaging your face with my wet feet!" He rubbed his feet on my face, remembering to poke my nose between his toes from time to time to suffocate me with the smell of his hairy feet!

"I hope this will serve as a lesson to you and that next time you will think twice about doubting my feet!" 😈 Tom continued to caress my face with his feet for 15 minutes which was so divine! I love to provoke him!😏

I couldn't hide the reaction showing in my pants 😅 "I'll take care of that when we get home! 😈 My feet will show you how much they know your every wish..." 😏

#Tom'sFeet

[sgt-morgan]

Robin Bites Back 🖤

Summary: Meet the Robinsons but with Fuck words and Vigilantes. You’re gonna love it.

Warnings: AFAB and female identifying reader, Mentions of g!ns, Cannon typical violence, crude language, probably blasphemy, illusions to sexy times, Matt’s dangerously beautiful ass, Deadpool. You get the drill.

A/N: here’s hoping tomorrow we have a little more Matt in our lives. If not imma blow a goddamn gasket.

Pt. 1 Guessing Game.

Pt. 3 The Test

DD Masterlist

Matt knew you finding out about his being Daredevil could only cause trouble. There was no other way around it. You knowing had been trouble of the highest order, and you find newer, weirder, ways to prove it every day. Trouble of the highest order. Your jokes only got worse and more frequent, but when you meet all his vigilante friends, putting them in their place seemed to be your new favorite pastime. You first proved it with Spider-Man.

Stumbling in at four AM should mean waking you, but for some reason, you were awake. If he had to guess, you were reading over court documents that he told you needed reading three months ago, and you were just now reading them, but that didn’t matter. Matt could smell the sleep on your skin, the melatonin your body was producing changing your normal functions just enough to give him a sense of your sheer exhaustion. your tiny cold shivers even though the apartment was fairly warm, your tear stained cheeks from yawning, your glacial typing speed, the signs radiated from where you sat. You smelled of him, his shampoo and body wash, his shirt he wore to laze around the apartment yesterday, your deodorant and perfume that you always insisted on wearing at all times, it screamed of comfort, a radiating beacon of calm nestled into his couch and all he wanted to do was bury himself in it. Instead, he carried with him a half dead Spider-Man and an open wound you were gonna probably need to stitch. They had just finished stopping a robbery at a butcher in the seedy end of Hell’s Kitchen, but they hadn’t managed to catch the bad guy, who was insanely good with a knife. He roughed them up pretty bad, and this is how they appeared to you after that fight.

“Well holy shit!” You cried out when you noticed them, clutching your chest, shocked. Your heart rate had skyrocketed, you were blushing, and your blanket had fallen to the ground. So, if Matt knew you like he thought, It wasn’t the fact that he was injured, or that Spider-Man was injured either he presumed, it was probably because you were- “I’m like… half naked, so if your little vigilante buddy doesn’t have your same proclivities, I’m gonna put on pants and brb.”

“I’m sorry!” Peter groaned and smacked a hand over his eyes. Matt dropped him on the couch and flung his mask in the general direction of his trunk.

“Don’t apologize, Matt is always-“ you paused, registering Peter’s tone of voice, his countenance that you hadn’t really picked up on before. “Oh my god. Matthew Michael Murdock, is that a fucking child?” Matt cringed and he could feel Peter do the same.

“Uh… no?” Matt tried, knowing that there would be no way to fool you into belief that Peter was a big boy superhero, who could lift a truck with ease if he wanted, now to you he was a tiny little baby who you would attempt to adopt like a stray cat.

“You’re a shit liar, and your whole life depends on it.” She grumbled grumpily, and Matt smiled even though he should be irritated. He was in fact, not a shit liar, you were just really good at reading him, and it gave him some sort of warm fuzzy feeling in his chest.

“No ma’am, he’s not lying! I just turned 18!” Peter tried to butt in helpfully, but he really was only making it worse. You groaned and Matt winced.

“This is so wrong. You, spider boy, take your hand off your face, you’re bleeding there and we got no idea where your hands have been.” You barked, pulling a first aid kit from under your sink and marching to the couch. “Move sexy, you’re next.” You said smacking his ass and making Peter giggle. He rolled his sightless eyes again, and went to the bedroom looking to shower and change while you sorted out first aid and clothing for Peter, he was starting to realize that you were totally gonna adopt the kid, and he wasn’t ready to be a vigilante father. A shower would help him organize a strategy to get you to back off, but he also forgets that you’re a lawyer too. Should have given up while he was ahead. By the time he got out, Peter had his head in your lap and was laughing through a wince as you stitched up a cut near his hairline.

“So, you recognized him bec-“ he was cut off by you snipping the last of the thread and gesticulating wildly.

“Listen kid, that ass don’t quit! Wether it’s jeans, a dress suit, the devil suit, the black suit, the new one, and god help me if he’s in his stupid silk boxers, it’s like a homing beacon. Round, perfect, and don’t get me started on his thi-“

“Baby! He’s 18!” Matt blushed and Peter only laughed harder.

“Yeah, and I’m teaching art history, Martholomew! High schoolers are all about that shit!” You tapped twice gently on the table, giving him your little winking signal to tell him you’re joking, it instantly made him smile. Everyone has a gift, yours just so happens to be cutting tension.

When you were in court, that smart mouth and keen wit of yours was a killer weapon, often winning you many a case, but when you used it to talk people out of their gloom, it was a beautiful bloom of spring, and Matt was thrilled to be the one that got to hear your musings on a regular basis. You made the smallest of phrases poetry, the finest of details something so titular to a sentence he forgets exactly where your point began and his ended. You were a true wordsmith. He loved it even more when you became a real comedian with those talents, only you having the ability to pull from him such belly laughs that left him in tears for hours from just one off handed joke you barely thought about. Your mind fascinated him, and he hoped to spend his whole life exploring its depths. Right now though? Right now he needed you to stop telling the boy wonder about how hot his thighs were.

“Our father in heaven woman-“ Matt grumbled and you gasped.

“Mattnelius!” You smacked a hand over your moth and chest. “That sounded very close to Blasphemy! And with a child present! You should be ashamed! I’m so sorry for his behavior Peter! Go shower, I’ll find you clothes.” You patted his arm and shooed him from your lap.

“No it’s okay, I’ll ju-“

“Baby we can’t-“

“Boys, I swear to fucking god if you don’t do what I tell you right now I’ll call Foggy, and that girlfriend of yours!” Matt and Peter both straightened up immediately. Peter rushed to the bathroom with a squeaked ‘Yes ma’am!’ and Matt sat next to you with his wound exposed. He sat in silence as you stitched his cut closed, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Honey, he’s not a cat we can’t just-“

“Mathew Michael Murdock, if you say I can’t keep Peter I will go work for Landman and Zach so fast it’ll make your head spin. Now, go get the extra sheets and pillow for the couch while I find the kid some clothes. That’s an order Batman, before Robin goes Jason Fuckin Todd.” You snapped and kissed his cheek aggressively.

“Yes dear.”

The next person you met was Frank Castle, and it was… something. Matt can confidently say that this one was the meeting he was most dreading, it wasn’t like their meeting was ever a good thing, so why would he expect him meeting you would go any better.

Frank was in town hunting down a terrible criminal, Matt knew that. Matt also knew that when Frank hunts somebody down, it’s usually quite explosive. What he didn’t expect, was for his mark to be your client. That client so happens to be the Butcher who’s shop he and Spider-Man stopped someone from robbing. Now that he thinks about it, it was probably Frank. Which means that Butcher probably wanted to eat your liver with a side of Fava beans and a nice Chianti. Yuck. He heard over the police scanner that shots had been fired in the vicinity of the offices of Nelson, Paige, and Murdock as he was out patrolling, and he remembered you saying earlier that you needed to sign and print some paperwork to get back to the judge on your current case. So when a description approximating Frank Castle then came through over the scanner, he booked it to the office. He vaulted in through the window, and there was your client, unconscious in your office, with a bullet wound. Matt would have expected you to be shook up about the whole thing, but instead he heard a shouting match go down.

“No you asshole, I didn’t know he is a fucking serial killer! I’m not omnipotent! Why don’t YOU tell ME what the fuck is going on, because APPARENTLY you LOVE playing God! I mean seriously Castle, what in the name of John Wayne do you think you’re doing? This isn’t the Good the Bad and the goddamn Ugly! You can’t just judge, jury, executioner someone in my goddamn office! Now there’s a fucking bloodstain on my rug, and I’m gonna have to talk to cops! I’m a lawyer and I’m dating a Vigilante Frank, I fuckin hate cops!” Frank’s heart was thudding at an unnatural pace, and he was rooted in place. He was terrified of his tiny girlfriend, and honestly it was hysterical. He couldn’t help but giggle.

“What the fuck Red?” He growled out as Matt stepped over to the unconscious man and proceeded to stop the blood flow so the man didn’t actually bleed out. “Why did you let your girl take him on as a client, are you fucking insane?”

“No, Castle we didn’t kn-“

“IM FUCKING SORRY? Did you just call Matt crazy? Didn’t you shoot him in the fucking head when you first met him?” She fumed and there was an electrical zapping sound, and he felt Frank flinch away from youu. That’s when he noticed that the burnt flesh smell wasn’t coming from the Serial killer, it was coming from-

“I’m sorry, but baby, did you tase Frank!?” He laughed.

“Yeah, that’s why the fucking riddler here isn’t dead!” You huffed, kicking the now groaning criminal in the head to knock him back out. “I don’t have the time to fill out the goddam paperwork! Now take your buddy Deadshot here, and get the hell out.” You grumble and pick up your phone.

“What are you doing?” Matt tilted his head as you dialed 911.

“Calling the cops Mathew, if I don’t, it’ll look suspicious, and I don’t really want to go in for questioning for my involvement in the murder of an ex client!” You growled, throwing a stapler at Frank that he caught with ease and placed on a filing cabinet.

“Ok Castle, let’s go” Matt grabbed his arm and forced him up the fire escape to the roof of the building.

“No fucking way, I’m going back and-“ He started, but you had just hung up the phone.

“If you don’t get out now, I’ll hand you to the police my godDAMN self, and I’ll make sure I tase you unconscious if I have to lock DD in a closet to do it!” She half shouted, Matt couldn’t see it, but he just knew Frank stood there and glared menacingly. Or well, he did until you flashed your taser at him again.

“FUCK! FINE!” He flinched, crawling out the window.

“Have I told you I love you lately?” Matt grinned, pulling you to him with a sweet kiss.

“No, in fact, you have not.” She huffed and pushed him towards the window. You didn’t have to have super senses to hear the cops pounding up the stairs to your floor. “You owe me Batman, now get out.”

Matt meandered his way to the roof, where Frank was still mumbling and pacing watching his target being loaded into an ambulance while handcuffed to the stretcher.

“Now he’s gonna get a cushy fucking hospital stay, when he could be dead.” Frank grumbled, swiping a hand down his face. “I’ll tell you what though, that old lady of yours? She’s…”

“A keeper? Crazy? Super hot? Yeah,” Matt nodded, crouching on a ledge to hear you and the officers better. You were fake crying, he grinned, you were amazing. “I know.”

“Yeah, that. Seriously though, that taser hurt like a bitch. She’s wild.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “Real set of balls your girl. Tell her I said thanks, and if she gets in my way again I’ll-“

“You’ll what, get tased again? Because sure as fuck aren’t killing me!” She laughed from behind them and Frank flinched. “Now get the hell off my roof, do you need first aid?” When he shook his head no, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a gun.

“It was under my desk, be glad I saw it before they came in. I swear to God Murdock, if you say anything you’re sleeping on the couch.” She grumbled and stomped downstairs.

“Jesus red, she’s a-“

“Goodbye Frank!” Matt laughed, rushing towards a robbery happening two miles away.

Two weeks later had been kidnapped by vampires, and it had everything to do with, you guessed it, that serial killer cannibal you got arrested. Yes, Vampires, Matt could hardly fathom that outcome, let alone take on an army of the undead with just his blind ass and a 17 year old. So, Spider-Man called in the troops. Since everyone loved Peter, and everyone was curious about the woman who tased Frank Castle and lived to tell the tale, they all decided to be helpful without being dicks and Matt was truly grateful. He forgot though, that just because they behaved didn’t mean you would.

You were honestly ok, sure, you were surrounded by a bunch of people calling themselves the hand, there were fucking Vampires apparently, and they kept referring to Matt’s super hot and tragic dead ex girlfriend, but you could handle all that. What you couldn’t handle, was that you had to be in court to plead a very big fucking case that could actually earn you money, and you’re stuck HERE! Damn it all to hell, you told Mathew that the vigilante shit was fine if it didn’t fuck with your day job and now here you were, letting it fuck with YOUR day job. What a bummer. Then came the drugs.

Your mouth can only get you out of so much, and unfortunately, these ninjas were entirely unwilling to speak to the Deposition before risking your drug tests for work. At least they were fun drugs! Clearly, they were going to try and knock you out, but your lovely boyfriends buddies reached you before you got enough in your system to make you pass out. So, instead, you were subjected to very vivid and colorful fight sequences, like your brain was trying to put you in a Tarantino film without all the feet. It was Moonknight who removed the IV, and once he did, he was immediately shot three times, but instead of dying bloodied and broken in your lap like you thought he would, he got back up and kept fighting, the bullets falling to the ground as he went. He kept swirling and smashing heads, ridding the room you were in of Vampires and attempting to free you in the meantime, in moments of downtime you got to introduce yourself a bit.

“Shit dude, you’re like… invincible. DD, has gotta learn that one.” You laughed.

Moonknight cocked his head in your direction and you smiled with a nod. “Sorry I haven’t got you free yet hermosa! Little busy, but when I free up you’re Prioridad número uno!”

“Spanish? Cool, and no worries MoonBoy you keep doing the thing, I can wait. I’m not helpful at the moment anyway, can’t stand and WOAH! You can pull a knife from your chest!? Badass! Devilman needs to know the name of your suit guy.” You gasp as he pulls moondarts from the suit and starts slashing.

“Bueno, yeah, you’re definitely la novia then. My suit guy is an Egyptian god so I’m not thinking he’d like that Hermosa.” He winked and you laughed.

“Ooh cool, so you’re a pagan then? I can dig it.” You nod sagely, though with all the drugs, it doesn’t look it. Jake thinks you look more like a broken bobble head. He can’t help but appreciate the fact you’re not freaking out though, that was impressive.

“No, actually I’m Jewish, or well, Marc is Jewish.” He shrugs, “Same body different people.” He has no goddamn idea why he told you that but your mouth forms an ‘o’ like you get it perfectly and you smile. All the while, Jake is still killing vampires left and right while chaos reigns around them.

“Like the movie with James McAvoy uh… SPLINTER! That’s right, splinter. NO WAIT! SPLIT!” You proclaim with a snap of your fingers. “No wait, that’s probably offensive, that guy in that movie was an asshole. You seem chill. The idea is still there though, multiple people, one brain. Very fun.”

“Si, ¡Exactamente! Damn, nobody has ever gotten it that quick.” He muttered and Steven took over the body, having cleared an opening to get you out of the fray or handed off to the next person.

“Right darling! Let’s get you out that chair here-“ He cut your bonds easily and heaved you to your feet and instantly you almost face planted. “Shite, sorry!” Steven hissed balancing you again, “forgot about the whole being drugged thing!”

“New accent! This must be personality two, Hi personality two!” You smiled and patted his shoulder, missing the first pat but landing the second.

“Yes, it’s Steven, and you just spoke with Jake. Nice to meet you too dear.” He chuckled, throwing you over his shoulder and sprinting towards the stairs. He made it all the way there, slashing and punching and kicking as he went, before he had to set you on the steps to continue smashing heads.

“Sorry sugar, gotta go!” Marc plopped you on the stairs and turned to keep killing vampires.

“That’s ok third person I’m pretty sure is named Marc, I can crawl.” Marc was astounded to see you start taking the stairs on all fours, wandering towards the next vigilante that would inevitably pick you up and move you down the line. Daredevil said you were tough, but knowing and following an abstract objective while stoned wasn’t exactly what he was expecting.

“Goodbye I guess, don’t die.” Marc grumbled and nailed a vampire between the eyes with a moon dart making a wet thud as it struck home.

You, still off your ass on whatever they gave you, crawled slowly up the stairs. You flinched as bodies flew past your head and made sickening thuds on the stairs. “Oof, that had to hurt.” You muttered as one dude hit a railing hard enough to break his spine. Then, two doc martens thudded into your line of site and you looked up, very nervous. “Please don’t be a villain, please don’t be a villain, please don’t be a villain…” you slowly follow the length of the legs and are relieved to see, “Jessica Jones!”

“Hello.” She smirked, and reached down with one hand, snatching you up by the collar and setting you on your feet. “You look like hell, I know all about that.”

“Hey Jess- wow you’re strong as fuck, kinda hot!- please don’t wait no-“ she let go and your knees buckled, you started to fall and you felt a hand reach out and hold you up. You looked to see that that hand belonged to Luke Cage and his other hand was lashing out to throw a vampire over the rails of the platform you were on. “Sorry! I got drugged and I’m not so ready to use my legs yet.” You sighed flopping your head down to stare at your useless, traitorous, appendages.

“S’fine.” Luke said, shoving you away from the fray so you just flop into Jessica’s waiting arms again.

“Horn head said you were chill, but not freakin out while we all fight vampires and you’re on drugs… that’s pretty badass.” Jessica mutters, quickly shoving you back to Luke as she throws a wooden board through a man’s chest. You spark with pride at her compliment. Jessica Jones, super powered PI is impressed by your level headedness. Sick.

“Thanks Jones, your pretty cool yourself. ON YOUR SIX!” You yell and Jessica tosses you to Luke, taking out the scary vampire that almost chewed her face off.

“Thanks for looking out.” Luke grunts catching you under one arms and smoothly pushing you to sit on the wall behind him.

“No worries Mr. Cage!” You mumble. He throws the last two vampires in his way over the rails and then sits next to you to watch Jessica work.

“We’re past formalities, call me Luke.” He stretched his hand out and you just stared at it, limbs still numb. You feel like Westley after Miracle Max brought him back from being mostly dead. It was exhausting.

“God, sorry, I would? But it’s not gonna work right now.” You sigh, Luke nods and puts his hand down, staring at Jess once again. “God, you look like a love sick puppy. You good there?” You flop your head in his direction and he nods.

“Yeah, I just. You guys make it work, why can’t we?” He shakes his head and gestures at Jess and you are bamboozled. Really? Relationship troubles? You’re fighting Vampires, this is life or goddamn death here, the Dr.Phil shit can wait…. Then you think, you know what? Fuck it. You kinda get it. There’s something about an apocalypse that makes people question their lives.

“Can I be honest?” You’re not slurring every other word now, so it must be wearing off. “Matt and I work because we communicate. Now, if I understand Jessica like I think I do from Matt’s stories of her, she is like trying to talk to an errupting volcano. Explosive, hot, and rapidly cooling to immovable rock. You gotta figure out how to be volcano proof. That seems like an impossible task, believe me, I get it. Getting Matt to communicate was like trying to get a camel through the eye of a needle. Hah, bible reference, I gotta remember to tell that one to Foggy. Sorry, not helpful. All this to say, I learned that it’s not hard to pass a camel through the needle, if you make it big and obvious, and unable to over look. It works even better if there’s an oasis on the other side, if you catch my drift, but it’s not impossible, just incredibly inconvenient.” You then pat Luke’s shoulder and nod him back over to his lady love, who was kicking major ass.

Luke processed your words with a nod, honestly? The advice wasn’t bad, it was weird, but accurate. Maybe Matt’s crazy girlfriend was right. Eye of a needle? He could work with that. Then he decided to help Jess before she shoved the needle up his ass for leaving her stranded.

You continued to crawl your way through the chaos, watching the various vigilantes do their various duties around you. The next run in was with Danny Rand. You could tell he was annoying from the jump.

“Hello, can I help?” Danny reached out his glowing fist and punched a vampire through a wall (which was cool), then hoisted you to your feet. “I’m Danny Rand, The Immortal Iron Fist, defender of K’un-Lun, Master of-“ Then you shoved him out of the way of a vampire who wanted to cut his speech super short by putting him in an early grave.

You groaned, “Jesus that was close, you’re mouthy, no offense, I am too. Can I be honest? I’m on a lot of drugs, we’re in a life or death battle with magic vampires, and it’s hard to concentrate when you keep saying shit nobody understands. Learn to shut the hell up. Cool glow hand though, you seem nice. Promise I’ll be less of a bitch when we meet again.” You promptly reached your hands above your head in a grabby motion and let Peter swing you to a balcony nobody could access, you let him set you up with his backpack, which apparently had water in it, and you sat and waited for the battle to be over.

You watched the various hero’s fight, and you were honestly impressed. Now out of harms way, you could truly appreciate how fucking cool your boyfriend was. All the people around him had crazy super powers. A dude who can’t die, a kid that can climb walls, two people with super human strength, and a guy that had a magic glow stick for a fist. All those powers, and your boyfriend still chose to go kick as much ass, if not more, than they were. It was kinda hot, no, let’s be honest. It was very hot. Eventually everyone stopped fighting, Vampires dispatched, regular humans headed to jail, etc. you watched as Matt visibly began to tense again, the panic hitting when he remembered he hadn’t talked to you yet.

“I’m up here baby.” You muttered, rolling your eyes at your lack of ability to help, tapping the metal railing to give him an accurate location. Then he began scaling shelves and running towards you at top speed. “Hey, I’m drugged up, I can’t move. I’m totally numb.” You huff. “It’s ok though, it’s working it’s way out of me but I got no idea what it is.” He bundles you into his arms, and you breath him in, leather and cinnamon, your favorite.

“Oh thank god.” He grumbles burying his face in your hair as you finally manage to flop your arms around his neck. He stood and slung you onto his back, climbing down to where all the other vigilantes stood below you waiting on Matt. “Sweetheart did you meet-“

“Yup! Moonman, not a pagan, is secretly three people, can’t die.” You began pointing them out in turn, “Jess, PI, super strength, super hot. Luke, Bar owner, super strength, needs to work out his love issues. One punch man, glow hand, talks too much. Spidey, my baby, stray cat energy.” You nodded, drug induced loose lips be damned, you were proud of yourself. The vigilantes giggled at their descriptions in turn, even Danny found humor in your little rant. “Did I get em all?”

“Yeah baby, that’s everyone.” Matt laughed, kissing your head and giggling into your hair.

“She still hasn’t met Deadpool!” Danny shrugged, and Matt went rigid.

“Iron Fist, you gotta learn to keep your trap shut.” Matt mumbled.

“Oh god, them in a room would be torture.” Jess groaned.

“I don’t know, I quite like the idea. Sounds like a gas.” Steven shrugged in the Mr. knight suit.

“Sorry DD.” Danny grumbled.

“Oh, He has to meet Robin DD.” Spider-Man chuckled.

“Robin?” Jessica questions, looking at Spider-Man with one unwavering raised brow.

“We call her Robin, because the first time she met DD and figured out his identity, she told him that if she had known sooner she could have been the Robin to his Batman.” Peter grinned and looked at the still giggling couple that was attempting to patch each other’s wounds while denying they needed help, you know, like self righteous vigilantes.

“Ah,‘that’s adorable.” Steven muttered, tying up hostages and making sure their undead friends were gonna stay down this time.

“Yeah, it’s pretty sweet.” Luke nodded, helping Danny drag a mountain of a man to a corner while Jessica and Peter catalogued all of the chemical materials and evidence they could with their Cameras.

“She said I was mouthy.” Danny pouted, and all of the other hero’s in the room dissolved into laughter.

You two were lightly bickering back and fourth as they continued with cleanup and waited for their hostage to wake for interigation.

“DD, I’m fine.” you groan again as he feels at the wounds on your hand and forehead. He knows what you’re saying, but he can’t help but take in your racing heartbeat, the slight stench of fear, the terror trembling off you in waves. You put up a great front, and in the heat of the moment you’re a force to be reckoned with, but now that it’s all over, Matt can tell that leaving you alone while he does his duties to the city would be a grave mistake.

“I know! I know. I’m just-“ he fretted and you cut him off, but subtly clutch his hand tighter.

“You’re just full of nervous energy and ready to beat that guy you need answers from to a pulp. I get it. Go.” You roll your eyes fondly and stand, Matt holding out his arms to catch you as if you were a three year old just learning to walk, and you wobble immediately sinking back to the ground and leaning against the wall. The drugs haven’t fully left your system, it’s clearing up, but it’s not gone yet.

“No. Not while you’re injured, it will have to wait till Peter or Jess can take you ho-“ then his whole body tensed and his nose scrunched as if something just hit his senses with a crowbar and a man in a red and black morph suit—No shock there—with two Katanas and a gun busts into the now relatively calm warehouse.

“Alright! Who do I gotta kill. Point me in the way of Nosferatu, Daddy has some silver bullets and a deer park bottle of holy water, and I’m ready to interview with a vampire this bitch!” He stands, one katana and a bottle of water with a crudely drawn cross on it raised in presentation, at the entrance to the warehouse. When he comes in, He is the most absurd thing you’ve seen all evening, and there’s a guy with a glowing fist in the building. You all pause for a moment just staring at this absurd display of ineptitude, but Matt senses Deadpool assessing the situation, taking it all in, and Matt senses him shift his attention to you, and his muscles relax a bit and a grin stretched the terrible deformed muscle at his mouth, causing his skin to creak. Then, as Matt suspected, you are instantly thrown into fits of giggles. Your in full blown belly laughs, he can hear the way you struggle to breathe through your laughter, senses your abdominal muscles contracting, he can smell the salt of your tears as they run down your face, and for a moment he forgives the lunacy of Wade Wilson, and appreciates just how wonderful it is to hear the sweet sound of your laughter. He is thankful for the subtle loss of tension in your shoulders that Wade has so easily caused, just by being him. Then he smells old enchiladas, stale blood, and gunpowder and is reminded all over again why it is he avoids Deadpool at all costs. He’s an assault on the senses, and he’s a dumbass. If that weren’t reason enough, the man is hardly ever on the right side of the law, or decency, and to top it all off, he’s really fucking annoying. However, in this moment, Wade is sending clear signals that he is ready and willing to be his ally. Maybe Matt would need to rethink his stance on the Mirk with a Mouth.

“Fuck me, I haven’t laughed that hard in a while, and I just met a guy whose superpower is that he punches real good with just one fist.” You giggle into Matt’s ear and he can’t help but chuckle a bit as well, using this as an excuse to bury his nose in your hair, attempting to cover up the stench of Deadpool’s disgusting suit. “Who the hell are you, and how do we become friends? Also, they fuck the vampires in interview with a vampire, they don’t kill them. You’re thinking of Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter.” You laugh brightly and thrust you’d hand out to be shaken. Matt resists the urge to smack that hand away from the bacteria infested glove, but is genuinely thrilled to hear the rustle of a glove being pulled from a hand as Deadpool receives your handshake.

“Well that’s easy pretty lady, you don’t fuck with me and I, won’t fuck with you. So are you the crazy bitch who tased Frank Castle or is DD here in for a few million Hail Marys?” Matt is baffled. Honestly, he is. Deadpool came in ready for a fight, and in a need for ardent chaos, and he was actually startled at how collected and calm he was in bantering back and forth with you. Totally at his ease in the steady, witty banter. It’s like you had stopped him in his tracks. Matt kept a close ear on your conversation as he began to help the rest of the group.

“So does he wear the horns when you do the deed, or do they only come out for birthdays and anniversaries?” Deadpool sits cross legged beside you, which is when Wade silently shoos him away. Why should he deal with all the boring stuff when there was a beautiful and interesting woman he could be talking to.

“Oh Mr.Pool, a lady never sucks and tells, but that Mask is pretty hot. The suit does nothing for his ass though.” You scrunch your nose and shake your head, and Wade snorts a laugh while Matt walks away to go deal with the rest of the group.

“He got a nice ass under all that pleather?” Wade huffs.

“Like you wouldn’t BELIEVE man. He’s honestly the sexiest man I know.” Matt shakes his head at your ardent praise with a big silly grin, and Jess bumps her shoulder with his with a breathy chuckle, handing him an unknown chemical for him to identify.

“Well, you’re in the company of absolute beauty now, you wouldn’t even believe how hot I am under here.” Matt can hear Spider-Man chuckling now and shaking his head, and he hears Moonknight mumble about what a lie that was.

“Oh really? Well, secret identities be damned, let’s get a peek at that face huh?” You laugh, and Matt hears the rustling of Fabric as Wade pulls off his mask. He can hear Danny hiss and feel Luke cringe as Wade’s face is revealed. He notes with pride that you never flinch.

“Oh god, Ha! You look like an Orc’s terrible premature love child with the corpse of Ryan Reynolds.” You laugh for a second, then stop when you realize Wade is staring at you slack jawed. “Oh! I’m sorry was that rud-“ you begin to fret, but Wade cyst you off with a boisterous laugh of his own.

“That is the funniest shit I’ve heard all day.”

You and Wade kept up the conversation, while the others began to clean up and categorize evidence. When it came to Vampires and the supernatural, the police were no help so the whole of Justice squarely rests on those who had the power to handle it. They were all biding their time and waiting on their hostage, they had officially gotten everything squared away, Spider-Man had called SHEILD to dispose of the Vampires, and now they sat in comfortable conversation, waiting for backup. When Matt began to hear their hostage stir, he alerted the others, and then they Started bickering over who should do what. It was getting pretty heated until you spoke with a finality that meant business.

“No! Webs can take me home, Moonknight and DD can handle the interrogation, Deadpool and Iron Fist can wipe out any stragglers (because I’m pretty sure some of them are playing dead.), Jess and Luke can handle shield, and then the spiderling can swing back here to help you finish the mission.” Your instructions were met with whining and protest (except for Matt, who knew better than to argue when you meant business), but you weren’t having it. “Oh! I’m fucking sorry, did I ask for all the whining? Or are you all a big group of superpower wielding toddlers!?” You snapped and everyone looked either impressed or properly chastened.

“No you’re right.”

“I guess we can-”

“I’ll get to use my holy water after all!” Came the murmur of replies.

“Good, now hop to it. Take me home spider boy!” You reach your arms out to Peter and he swings you up and out of the building leaving the rest of the hero’s to their own devices. About forty five minutes later, Peter comes back as they plan out what to do about the rest of the vampire problem, and what next steps need to be taken to solve it. All in all, it takes about two hours for Matt to make his way back to you, and when he does, you’re fast asleep. The shield agents reassured him that you just needed to sleep off whatever they gave you, and his other vigilante associates all complimented him on having an amazing girlfriend. His chest was swelling with Pride over how well you took things, and how much they admired you. You truly were an amazing woman.

You were sleeping so peacefully, Matt almost elected to take the couch so he wouldn’t risk waking you. He changed, and decided you would be more mad if he didn’t come to bed. He slips in next to you and preens when you wrap an arm around his waist and sling a leg over his hips. He nuzzles into your hair and cuddles you close, grinning at how wonderful you are to be lying there next to him. “Hi Angel, you ok?”

“Yeah Matty, ‘m fine. Just sleepy s’all.” You yawn so hard your eyes water, and Matt ‘awes’ placing a soft kiss to your crown.

“Well I’d say so, it’s not easy being Robin.” He huffs a laugh and you kiss him just below his collar bone.

“Oh yeah, I’m tough shit, might just graduate to Nightwing.” You mumble.

“Sure, sweetheart, whatever you want.” Then you mumble something into his chest he doesn’t quite catch, and he asks you to repeat yourself.

“Nah, I’ll stay Robin, I could never ditch my Batman, I love him too much.” Matt’s heart swells to bursting and he almost tears up at the weirdly sweet sentiment.

“I love you too Robin, I love you too.”

[adoptedmadrigal2]

School let's out in a week and everyone is excited, especially the oldest girls because they have summer camp.

Modern au

The week before...

Julieta was aware of the end of the school year for her girls. Isabela and Dolores were finishing their 5th grade year at the elementary school. Luisa was coming out of 3rd grade strong heading for 4th grade with her teacher recommending the gifted program; and sweet little Mirabel and Camilo had been with Julieta at home, preparing for kindergarten. Agustin had taught them how to count to 10 and Felix had started teaching them how to read. By the first day of school they'd know the alphabet well.

It was Monday afternoon, nine more days until she had five rambunctious children running around the house for a week before Isa and Lola headed to camp for 8 weeks. Luisa may join them but Julieta would ask what Luisa wanted before she bought supplies.

"Mami, can you sign this?" Isabela asked sitting at the breakfast bar, where she usually ate a snack and did her homework with Dolores every afternoon.

Pepa had been in the kitchen with Julieta and got a similar question from her own hija.

Julieta read the paper

" Dear parent or guardian,

As a part of the curriculum for all 5th grade students, teachers are going to be teaching age appropriate sex education during the last week of the school. We will teach these lessons to your child unless this form is returned opting your child out of these lessons.

We encourage parents to allow your child to take these lessons to ensure they understand the changes that will occur with the onset of puberty.

Please fill out the form below and have your child return to their teacher by Friday May 21"

Julieta looked at Pepa, who was looking at her.

"Let me find a pen," Julieta muttered as she went across the kitchen and grabbed Pepa yanking her into the entrance hall to talk in a hushed whisper.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking," Julieta whispered

"Yep, I mean do you remember our sex ed, we were told we were gonna bleed, and that we needed to wash our hair and use deodorant, and to never have sex," Pepa whispered

"Exactly, I don't want that for the girls, I want them to be properly educated on the matter, in a healthy way that explains all the details in an appropriate manner for their age," Julieta said to Pepa

"I have an idea. We'll let them go and ask what they learned so we can fill in the gaps and debunk myths." Pepa said

"Good idea," Julieta agreed signing the line that said she would allow Isa to attend the class.

Pepa signed Dolores's paper in the same spot and returned them to the children to turn in.

As the girls completed their homework Isabela piped up

"Are our bags ready for field day tomorrow?"

"No I wanted to have you girls here when I put them together," Julieta told.

"Ok," Isabela and Dolores said

"Go get your bags and head to the den. I'll get the rest of everything." Julieta told the girls, "oh and get Luisa down too her bag needs to be packed up,"

Julieta went through each checklist to make sure all three girls had what they needed.

Once she was sure, she looked at the calendar and checked what other events were going on that week. Nothing stood out save for the last day of school where all the 5th graders watched a video of their baby pictures and had a picnic out on the playground. Parents were invited and Julieta and Pepa agreed to go while Gus and Felix kept an eye on Mirabel and Camilo.

"Oh girls, we're going shopping after school tomorrow so you can get some new stuff for camp." Pepa informed watching as the girls excitedly jumped around.

"Go help Tia Pepa pack some orders while I make dinner," Julieta said referring to Pepa's small business selling handmade jewelry and other crafts.

The girls woke up the next day and immediately put on their swimsuits and over clothes to get ready for field day. Isabela chose to wear her navy blue one piece and Dolores wore her matching yellow one. They would likely play with water balloons or in the sprinklers. Their bags were filled with sunscreen, a towel, a extra change of clothes, a water bottle, their caps, sunglasses, extra shoes, and plenty of snacks.

Isabela and Dolores both went for their mesh running shoes great for traction on slippery surfaces and drying quickly if wet.

Once they were dressed the two eldest went to the kitchen to get breakfast and do each other's hair.

Julieta set out granola bars for them while she made everyone else eggs and sausages. She knew they were excited and would probably refuse a large breakfast. Reason for the snacks.

Dolores braided isabelas hair back and tied it into a ponytail. Sleek but durable throughout the day. Isa finished her granola bar and Dolores sat down to eat hers while Isabela did her hair. Isa styled her cousin's hair similar to hers but instead of braiding it into a ponytail she sectioned it off and braided three braids from the front of her hair back and then tied the braids into a ponytail with the other half of her hair that was left loose. It had a viking feel to it, which was something Dolores loved since she was really interested in vikings at the moment.

Luisa came down with her hair already done in two French braids on either side of her hair, Pepa not far behind with the little ones.

"I brought these two down to sleep on the couch and watch cartoons, they caught the stomach bug, both of them are sick." Pepa said

"poor bebés, I'll get some Popsicles from the garage freezer for them, if only my gift could heal viruses." Julieta said. Her gift was wonderful but a major oversight was making it only able to heal physical injury and life threatening diseases. The common cold or stomach bug couldn't be healed but someone who had a broken bone or cancer would be healed. Major oversight to her gift but reasonable in hindsight. The common cold at worst was a mild inconvenience where a broken bone at worse could be a potential fatality depending on how much damage is done to the nearby muscle or blood vessels.

The kids were sent to school and Julieta took care of the two littlest ones through the day.

By two that afternoon Pepa had emerged from her workshop.

"How are they?" Pepa asked seeing the two youngest on the sofa watching a movie.

"they're better, I gave them Popsicles to help soothe their throat and to try to help rehydrate them. I need to go get the kids and take the big girls to get their stuff for camp, they have new requirements now that they've moved up to the 10-12 year old cabins Luisa decided she wanted to go even after I explained she'd be in the 8-10 cabins without the girls." Julieta told

The cabins were based on birthdays so kids who would turn 10 during or after camp were in the 8-10 cabin. Kids who turn 10 before camp are sorted by month age. Kids who are younger than 10 years 6 months are in the 8-10 cabins. Kids older than that are in the 10-12 cabins.

"Go ahead Juli I got these two," Pepa said.

Julieta grabbed the lists for camp and went to pick up the kids.

She went through the car rider line for the girls and after they were picked up Julieta noticed that all three had done as she had asked and changed before dismissal. She smiled to herself then looked at them in the rearview.

"guess what we're doing?" Julieta asked

"camp supplies?" Isa said her memory immaculate.

"right on Isa, here's yours and Lola's list. Luisa here's yours." Julieta said letting the girls look over the list.

The only new additions to this list for Isabella and Dolores were long pants, a helmet, and pads/tampons.

Since Isa and Lola moved up, they get to do more activities, such as horseback riding, kayaking, and free lake time with their cabin group. They require the girls to bring a long pair of pants and a helmet for horseback riding. And since most of the girls in the 10-12 cabins are likely to get their first period at camp, the camp requires all girls to have either pads or tampons from age 10.

Luisa's list was very similar but instead of items like a helmet the camp requires younger campers especially first time campers to have some comforters since parents were not allowed to pick children up from camp until the last day unless it was an emergency. Isa and Dolores had settled well and didn't need the comforters Julieta had packed their first year going. She still packed their special teddy bears though, just in case. Something Julieta and Pepa had done with Isa and Lola before their first time at camp was they went and made bears at build a bear workshop. These bears had a sound box that had julieta and Pepa recorded saying 'I love you'

When they got to the strip mall Julieta explained to the girls. "We're buying camp stuff, nothing else ok. You girls are getting some new clothes. What we don't buy you pack from home, I'll pull your trunks out later tonight so you can start packing them." Julieta said looking at the older girls. "Luisa we'll buy you a trunk today for camp, I brought the cables to tie it down with,"

Luisa smiled and nodded, excited she could finally join her older sister and cousin at camp.

"you're gonna love camp Lu, it's so much fun getting to make new friends and do all the activities. When me and Lola went we met so many new people and they were all so nice, hopefully you get cabin 3. Miss amy was mine and Dolores 's counselor at camp, she will love you so much Lu. Not even lying she helped me and Lola so much our first year at camp." Isabela said

After their small talk, Julieta led the girls into the store.

Starting at the camping supplies and sports gear. Julieta let Isabela and Dolores choose their own helmets for horseback riding, and helped Luisa get some necessities.

"Do you know any activities you want to do?" Julieta asked.

"I want to do softball," Luisa said proudly. She had been a pitcher on her travel team for a year now and she wanted to continue with it.

"Ok, I'll put in the order for your camp uniform tonight. You need a mitt and glove, and you need new running shoes." Julieta said.

"can't I bring my cleats?" Luisa asked

"Only the older players wear cleats honey. If you stick with it you can bring your cleats a few years from now." Julieta explained.

After Isabela and Dolores got their helmets and gloves for horseback riding Julieta got all the girls a new sleeping bag since Isa and Lola had grown out of theirs and Luisa didn't have one.

Isabela chose a Bratz sleeping bag, Dolores decided on a Lisa Frank one, and Luisa proudly chose a Tinkerbell one.

After they had made their way through getting the girls all they needed for camp, Julieta tasked Isabela and Dolores with loading the car while she took Luisa next door for a durable trunk.

When they entered the shops Julieta led Luisa toward the large plastic trunks because they're the most durable and resistent. Plus they come in cool colors.

Luisa picked herself out a purple trunk and rolled it to the checkout with Julieta keeping an eye on her to make sure she wasn't struggling.

After paying for the trunk, Julieta hoisted herself up and strapped it to the top of the car for the 15 minute drive home.

When they arrived home Julieta immediately took the eldest girls' trunks out of the attic to let them pack. While she did that said eldest were taking all of their stuff inside and into the living room to sort out.

After the trunks were put in each room, Julieta came down to help the girls sort their items out.

The biggest things were clothes and toiletries and other necessary items like bug spray and sun screen.

Julieta sat and told the girls, "I bought all of you a new swimsuit, and you all got some new shorts and tank tops. Isa and Lola, you two pack four sets of pajamas. Lu I want you to pack five. I know sometimes you get a little extra picky. Everyone packs water shoes sandals and sneakers. You two will be fitted with boots for riding when you get there. Lu you need to get your softball helmet from the garage. I trust you three to make sure to pack everything you need and double check your list." Julieta said as she sorted the clothes to who they belonged to. Each of the girls got four new outfits for camp and a new bright swimsuit. Julieta only allowed her girls to wear neon swimsuits because they are easiest to see in the water. This year Isabela got a neon pink, Dolores got a neon green one, and Luisa got neon orange.

After everything has been sorted out Julieta instructed the girls to take them to their rooms and get ready for bed. Pepa had taken the littlest kids to bed an hour prior. Felix had just gotten home and Agustin was just pulling into the driveway. Julieta went upstairs and kissed her girls goodnight, all three of them tucked into bed with a content smile.

Their smiles let her smile as she climbed into bed with Agustin who was very cuddly and protective tonight.

All was well and now there was only 7 more days until the girls got out of school.

Super long but hope you enjoy ❤️

[lady-of-imladris]

CHAPTER 7 - MY HAND WAS THE ONE YOU REACHED FOR

Synopsis: Thranduil and Anarríma fight. A lot. Lasgalen is slowly but surely turning into Mirkwood.

Word count: 2.5k

Pairings: Thranduil/OC

Warnings: Some mild smut, Spiders! Some Violence

Additional tags: Toxic Relationship, Physical Altercation

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All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, the bombs were close and My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War - The Great War (Taylor Swift)

The peace of the early years of their reign was long gone. Their beloved Greenwood was not green anymore. The leaves were brown and black, falling to the ground, suffocating anything that might have grown there. The air was stuffy, and the entire forest was dark. It felt wrong. Sick. Evil. And the forest was not the only thing. As much as the king and queen tried, their relationship was not what it had once been. They fought often, over the smallest of things. What to eat for dinner, what dress she should wear, and who would read Legolas a bedtime story that day. Their conflicts were ever-changing, and yet their method for resolving them stayed the same.

Ambushing each other in empty corridors, dark corners, libraries, the throne room. No place was safe when they were arguing. They both followed the same strategy to get the other person to give them what they wanted. Driving each other crazy with desire until one of them was desperate enough to agree to anything just to stop this torturous game. For years, all their arguments were carried out that same way, and for years they ended the same way. One of them got what they wanted, the other person was too exhausted to care much about the result, and the bedsheets needed to be washed again.

One time, when they were arguing about matters of state, Queen Anarríma was so adamant about getting her point across that she dropped to her knees before the throne in broad daylight, making sure to show her husband exactly how devoted she was to this particular matter. A disagreement over the guest list of the Feast of Starlight caused Thranduil’s hands to wander during several council meetings, softly brushing against the Queen’s thigh. Sometimes he dropped his pen, bending to pick it up only to slip his fingers past the hem of Ana’s dress and up her bare legs, teasing her mercilessly until she had to call a recess and agree to Thranduil’s terms.

Sometimes their arguments were longer, more difficult. Or they were small and inconsequential, but neither wanted to yield, precisely for that reason. Thranduil insisted on both of them wearing silver for an event, Anarríma insisted on green. So, the night before, she wore her shortest nightgown, got out of bed as soon as Thranduil laid down and bent over to pick up her discarded robe from the floor, sneakily revealing to the king, who never missed an opportunity to stare at his wife’s ass, that she was not wearing any underwear. The Queen told him she had forgotten something and retired to her study to work on it. When Thranduil knocked at the door, he said only one word. “Green.”

The Queen spent that night bent over her desk, almost begging Thranduil for mercy at some point before realizing that he was trying to wear her down, trying to get her to agree to silver. “Thranduil,” she gasped breathlessly, “was that a false surrender?” He bent over, pressing her body firmly against the desk as he brushed his lips against her ear. “It was indeed, my Queen. But if you want to have it your way, we can compromise,” he said seductively, drawing himself up to his full height before stepping back, keeping the Queen on the desk with a hand on her back. Was he really reversing their game?

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, what, my darling wife?” Thranduil was thoroughly enjoying himself. “Please keep going.” The King hummed contently. “What will you offer me?” he asked, his hand slowly stroking over her bare, shivering back. “Silver,” she relented. “We will wear silver tomorrow.” For a moment Anarríma thought he had not heard her say it. Then she felt him wrap her hair around his hand and pull her head back as he continued thrusting into her hard and fast. “That’s my good girl,” he praised, smirking devilishly when he felt her react to his words.

The first time their solution failed was when spiders started roaming the forest. Small ones at first, just slightly bigger than normal spiders, Thranduil blamed it on the weather, claiming it would be better the year after, but the spiders only started getting bigger and bolder. But then came the day on which the Queen found Prince Legolas in the gardens, happily chasing after a spider that was the size of a full-grown cat, not knowing how grave the danger was and Ana begged Thranduil to do something. The spiders needed to be dealt with, and swiftly. It would be no problem for the host of Lasgalen to go out into their forest and kill those spiders, their forces were large and the spiders could still be kept at bay.

But Thranduil refused her plea. Their forest was changing, in his opinion, it was only natural. They simply needed to learn how to share their forest with other beings. After that incident, the Queen had her son sleep in their bed. The little Prince was content, sleeping soundly, sprawled out on Thranduil’s chest, or curled up at her side, a strand of her hair clutched tightly in his fist. Anarríma didn’t sleep. She lay there, restlessly staring at the ceiling, jumping at the slightest sound, always ready to reach for the knife she kept under her pillow.

That temporary ceasefire ended the day she walked into the King’s council chamber, ignoring the stares from his advisors as she rammed her knife into the table, a hairsbreadth from where Thranduil’s hand was resting. The spider she had stabbed with it was not remarkably large, but it had found its way into her vanity, weaving a web around her crown. “This ends now, Thranduil,” she commanded calmly. The King kept his composure. “My Lords, my Ladies, we reconvene in an hour, I need to speak with my Queen.” “Stay.” The advisors were torn. Whose command should they follow? Much to Thranduil’s chagrin, they decided to remain seated and listen to what their Queen had to say. She positioned herself at the head of the table, uncomfortably close to Thranduil, and straightened her back before addressing the most influential elves in their kingdom.

“Far too long, these creatures have invaded our forest. Now they invade our homes? We already know their bite is venomous and paralyses within seconds, so why do we still pretend they are not a problem? Did we fight the Dagor Dagorlad, risking our lives to defeat thousands of orcs only to be murdered in our sleep by the spawn of Ungoliant? I say we go out there, find their nests, and destroy them. Tomorrow, at first light, I will go into the forest and retake it, once and for all and if I must do it alone, then I will, but I refuse to let this darkness endure. My son will not grow up in a forest that wants him dead.”

Thranduil’s general rose from his seat, despite the warning look the King gave him. ‘Do not defy me. Not you too,’ he seemed to say. “I will ready the troops, my Queen. The forces of Lasgalen will stand with you.” The general bowed and left and the others took it as a sign to take their leave as well. Thranduil kept his composure until the last of them had disappeared down the corridor. Ana decided to leave and find Legolas, whom she had promised to spend the rest of the day with, but as she turned around, she found herself at eye-level with Thranduil’s chest. When had he gotten up from his chair?

She cleared her throat. “If you will please excuse me, I have things to do.” “No, I don’t think I will.” The king grabbed her jaw forcefully, using the other hand to grab both of her wrists and fully restrain his wife when she tried to push him away. The Queen stumbled backwards into the table, making glasses tumble and inkpots spill over. It had been easy to forget how big Thranduil was, that he could easily overpower her if he desired to. Ana wanted to scream at him, tell him to let her go and run as far as her feet would carry her. What had he become? But she couldn’t. Her voice refused to come out, her feet were unable to move. Anarríma was scared.

“Now I will speak and you will listen to me,” Thranduil hissed, “you will never undermine me in front of others again, do you understand?” The queen was frozen. She was staring at him, trying to find something in his eyes that told her the man she loved was still in there, but his right eye was cold as ice. The enchantment he used to conceal his scars was gone, he had lost all control over it. When she looked up at him, he let his hand slide down from her jaw to her throat, squeezing it. Anarríma could not stop the tears that started welling up in her eyes and his gaze softened. As if in a trance, he let go of her wrists, and moved his hand up to her face, lovingly wiping the tears from her cheeks, but before he could even blink, he felt cold metal at his neck. Anarríma had pulled the knife out of the table.

“Nana! Nana!” a shrill voice called from the corridor. Ana slowly let the knife sink, still ready to strike. The shock had been enough to make Thranduil let go of her neck. “I’ll be there in a moment, little leaf!” she called back to Legolas. She slowly backed away from Thranduil, eyeing him warily and quickly wiping at her face with the back of her hand. When she was gone, Thranduil stumbled backwards into his seat. What had he done? The King did not see his wife for the rest of the day. She did not come to their bed at night and the next day, the host had departed before he had woken up. Thranduil could see pillars of smoke rise from the forest all day. They were burning the nests.

Anarríma slept in Legolas’ chambers for a long while, pretending Thranduil didn’t exist. When Legolas asked to see his Ada, she made up excuses. The King was busy. The public appearances she needed to make with him were not the problem. There were always guards close by. Thranduil tried not to seek his wife out in private. What he had done was unforgivable and he understood that she did not want to see him. But soon he could not bear it any longer. Summoning all his courage, he made his way to the library, where he assumed she spent the afternoons working ever since she had fled from their chambers.

The King spotted his Queen hidden away in a corner, sitting in front of a window, writing. The candlelight illuminated her golden hair and he found himself wanting to reach out and touch it. His presence had startled Anarríma and she was pressed up against the wall, her fingers slowly wrapping around an elegant letter opener. Thranduil sat down at some distance, not saying anything and not moving closer but simply observing. After a while, Anarríma continued writing, visibly straining to keep her hands from shaking. She finished the letter, blew on the ink to make it dry faster, folded it neatly and sealed it with dark green wax. He could barely make out the small elegant letters, signifying the recipient of the letter as Lord Celeborn. Without looking away from the letter, she finally addressed him.

“Have you come to threaten me again, Your Majesty?” “No.” Now that Thranduil was here and she was talking to him, everything he had wanted to say to her, every carefully crafted apology, was gone from his mind, only one thought remained. ‘Please don’t hate me forever.’ “And if I speak against you again, will you hurt me then?” she asked. “No.” Thranduil shook his head. “Anarríma, I promise you that I will-” “Your promises mean nothing. Your words mean nothing. I, Thranduil, King of Lasgalen,” she recited his oath, “hereby vow that I will cherish and love and protect you until the end of time.” They sat in silence for a moment before Anarríma made her final remark. “How can you protect me from yourself?”

“I never meant for this to happen,” the King confessed quietly, “I don’t know what has gotten into me that day. I am sorry.” “It’s the forest.” Ana turned to face him at last. Thranduil tilted his head in confusion. “There is a darkness out there. An unnatural darkness. It is using the connection you have with your realm to get to you.” “You mean the spiders? Is that why you wanted them gone?” “Not only that,” the Queen confessed. She held out her hand for Thranduil, inviting him to join her. She was still wary of him, he could sense it. His movements were slow and controlled when he took her hand and moved closer. Anarríma pointed at what she had been studying earlier. Dark, rotting leaves, emitting wisps of black vapour.

“What is that?” The King reached out to touch it, but Anarríma slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch that.” “Sorry.” They continued staring at the leaves. Anarríma let her head fall against his shoulder tentatively. Thranduil slowly wrapped his arm around her waist, startled by how tense she was. They sat in silence for hours, until the sun was gone and the flickering flames of the candles were the only thing illuminating the library. Anarríma was comfortably resting against Thranduil’s chest, the King’s fingers playing with her hair, his hands trailing up and down her arms, his breath against the top of her head. She already found it hard to believe that he had attempted to hurt her.

“I will not just be the pretty face by your side, Thranduil. You told me you wanted me to rule beside you and I will.” Anarríma sighed deeply. Everything was out in the open now. Well, almost. Thranduil kissed the top of her head. “I know.” He motioned towards the letter she had written. “What did you write about?” Ana hesitated for a moment, weighing what her answer might mean. “Everything,” she admitted quietly. She felt Thranduil nod. “And are you going to send it to your father? In that case, I would like a warning, so I can try to put as much distance between me and him.” Ana sighed deeply. “I won’t.”

That night, Thranduil’s hands were everywhere on her body, squeezing, caressing, feeling, as if he needed to reassure himself that she was still here, that she was real. The Queen was still restless. Her thoughts had been racing for days. ‘You will die at his hands.’ She had always wondered what the words meant, had convinced herself she might die in an accident, but now? She knew that Thranduil was capable of killing her. She knew that he would, one day. Only one question remained now. Why?

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Elliot‘s home (part 1)

(Im still editing it but I decided to go ahead and post it.)

Jas deserved better. Marnie deserved better and I couldn’t be. I tried again and again and everytime I’d wake up in a cold sweat on the floor surrounded by beer cans. The bitter taste lingering in my mouth the rest of the day as if it was a reminder of how I failed them. I dreaded going to work, Joja mart sucked but it was money. Though everyday I thought about quitting without fail. The amount of times I cried in that break room hell if I could even keep count of that. That’s why I spent my afternoons in the saloon but so did he. Little Mr Perfect, perfect long ginger hair, perfect sun kissed skin with little brown freckles. He had good posture, good teeth, he wore nice clothes. Expensive looking clothes. It boiled my blood to be in the same room as him. The worst was when he’d sit down next to me. He’d notice I was in a bad mood and his majesty would grace me with his presence. He looked at me with pity I assume— I’m the village drunk so why wouldn’t he?

“I’m not a charity case.” I mumbled under my breath.

I had enough to deal with with my dead end job I didn’t need this guy trying to cheer me up. I pushed his arm away as he tried to do a little awkward side hug. “I don’t even know you” That wasn’t technically a lie as he had only been there for a few months. Though the face he made made me wince a bit.

“Oh…right…sorry. Uhm…well do you like to read?” Elliot questioned tilting his head slightly.

“Not really.” I said threw my teeth. This guy just didn’t quit did he?

“Well if you ever get into reading-“ I stopped him right there.

“I’m NOT getting into reading.”

“…I’m sorry am I bothering you?”

“Yes! You think your so much better then me don’t you?!”

“What?! No! I don’t-“

“Your not helping me! I don’t need you to act like some kind of prince rescuing me from myself Just leave me alone!”

“….oh…I’m sorry.” Elliot walked away. I could feel cold glances from the other people at the bar. I decided to go home.

I walked- stumbled back to my house. Grumbling all the way there, I stared at the ground as I attempted to steady my balance. Maybe now people would leave me alone. I got home, Marnie nearly scared me half to death just standing there before she yelled at me. I knew she hated yelling, she was a nice lady but she knew how to put her foot down.

“I don’t like you staying out so late- look at you you can barely stand.” Marnie crossed her arms as she watched my struggle to take my shoes off. “Jas wanted to collect eggs with you today. I finally had to do it with her. Your missing her childhood.”

“I see her everyday Marnie!”

“You always complain about never having money it’s because your lining Gus’s pockets.”

“Hey! Gus is a good guy! Leave him out of this!”

“Jas wants you here…she needs you here…she hates when you come home drunk.”

“I’m sorry.”

“…I only say this because I’m worried about you.” Marnie rubbed my back. She use to do that all the time. I had only noticed then how long it had been.

After that we go to our rooms and go to bed. I looked up at the ceiling, my thoughts on my actions throughout the day even though my clarity is a bit shot from the booze I knew I was a bit harsh with Elliot but at the same time I got angry just thinking about him again. That smooth sounding voice was a nightmare and my brain played his words over and over again. I decided I didn’t have to be friends with him but I at least should apologize. So I rolled over on my side and went to sleep.

The next day I thought my brain would burst out of my skull. I stumbled to the bathroom and washed my mouth . I realized I didn’t even change my clothes that night so my usual clothes smelt like sweat and beer. Not that I was going to do anything about it except just wear it again. Then I took a shower, hair care routine consisted of washing it then drying it. That’s it. ‘I bet Elliot puts some fancy pants stuff in his hair. I bet he spends an hour on his hair. I bet-��� I shook my head. The more I thought about Elliot that way the more I’d try to shrug off the apology to him. I left the bathroom and redressed before starting to head out. I normally tried to rush out as I’m not really a breakfast person but Marnie always tries to catch me and force me to eat. She gave me a piece of toast so I grabbed it and walked to work nibbling on it as I went. Work was…work. Every day seemed harder then the next, i look for every opportunity to take stuff from the back that I can. Especially pepper poppers. After being lectured by my boss about having a “customer ready smile” my shift ended and I was free. I was heading to the saloon again straight from work and who do I see. Of course I’d run into Elliot who looked like a kicked dog when we made eye contact. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but quickly closed it. He was usually so cocky but he seemed so awkward. Had what I said really gotten to him? Well now I felt even worse about it. If him being pompous was annoying then seeing him like this was a hundred times worse. His fluffy hair almost seemed deflated along with his ego. Maybe that’s where he stored it. Either way if he wasn’t really upset with me he was a damn good actor which I wasn’t ruling out as a possibility.

“Look man…maybe I was a bit harsh before.” I said trying to not sound sarcastic which was surprisingly hard to do. “I didn’t completely mean it…”

Elliot lightened up a bit. “Oh! Not a problem!” Ugh…seriously? Your making it that easy? Who just excepts an apology like that?! Elliot must’ve lived in one of his mythical book worlds because that’s not how that would normally play out.

“Okay cool.” I shrugged heading into the bar and he follows after me. I ordered a beer and Elliot…sat down right. Next. To. Me. Just because I apologized doesn’t mean I wanted to be this guys friend. I don’t mind hearing his flowery rants from across the bar.

[atypicalacademic]

The Madgod Wears Patchwork

For the prompt arcane for day 1 of @tes-summer-fest

“You’d believe this storm-blue, but there is more to it.” 

“Is there, my lord?”

“See here, the orrery’s bronze and black, see here the silver of an old night sky. Look here the twin moons in crescents, between this thread and that. This hint of green, the lustrarium.”

“And that grey the ashen remains of a target practice. The deep brown of the Archives.”

“The hint of violet, for ill-fitted robes.”

“And guilt, my lord?”

“And guilt.” 

*

Leaning back far enough in her chair that it teetered on toppling over, the Arch-Mage waited. A coin’s circle of a shadow against her wrist, and on her neck that still unfaded scar she wore as a trophy from Mannimarco. 

Raminus tried not to look for shadows beneath her brisk lettering, tried not to jump at ghosts as the curtain billowed. Sleep settled over him in the silence, suffocating as a shroud.These days, even in waking, the same dreams spun silver between one thought and the next. Whether they were nightmares, or the aching bliss of life rolling off his shoulders, who could say?

“It’s a fine statement.” Raminus said finally. “Neither pressing the issue nor dismissing it. I’d believe it.” 

“You don’t think it’s true?”

He only looked at her through bleary eyes. Between them the quiet question hung. 

Will you tell me what has happened? 

“Gods’ blood.” The Arch-Mage snatched the statement from his hands. “If I can’t even convince my friends to trust me-”

“Am I still a friend, then?” 

“You are. And you’d see it, Raminus, when you aren’t too busy resenting me.” 

Divines knew he deserved the barb. The youngest Arch-Mage in history, and all his decrepit heart had mustered behind a watered smile was a painful twinge of envy. His quiet years of dedication had meant little in the face of the guild’s savior. The robes had been hers since she’d returned smoke-stained and shaking from Bruma. He should have been proud of her. He should have tried.

“Then tell me what’s wrong, Catarina. I can help.”

“Nothing’s wrong with me that isn’t with everyone else. We fought Oblivion. Buried two Emperors. Tore the Council in half. The guild plagued with dreams. We all still miss Traven. The usual. If you’d work with me to get to the bottom of this, and not turn every conversation into an oblivion-damned interrogation, maybe we’d be halfway to fixing this mess.” 

“I am working with you. I just-”

Catarina held up her hand. Where the candlelight pooled in the shadows beneath her eyes, she’d aged an eternity in a year. “Then tell me, Master Wizard. Where do I go from here?” 

Raminus fought the urge to squirm. This was it, the precipice, the needlepoint of an ask greater than a question; she was his star pupil again, bouncing on the balls of her feet and begging for a Conjurer’s appointment. We need to fortify ourselves against daedric incursions, Master Wizard. And for that, we must be prepared. For all he’d stood silent at the side of that lighted path she'd taken to be his equal, he had his wish now; he was the one being torn open to be proven. It rankled. It ached. He hoped. 

“It’s imperative that you do keep them calm. The statement would be enough for that. That aside, with report of the activity being Daedric in nature, the remains of the closest Oblivion gate would be a reasonable guess.” 

When Catarina rose from her seat, Raminus knew he had failed. 

He was small, miniscule before the tidal wave of foreboding that swept him without warning. His ambitions but dust, no more than an insect’s breaking wing, the peeling cocoon-flesh of a greater being.

 Of course he’d failed. He’d been lost the moment he set her on this course. Terror gripped the space between his ribs, washed away by salt-waves of mist. In his dreams, the roots knotted at his ankles. With the next downward swing, he would drown. 

When the spell broke, he was rooted, hair stood on end, heart thudding against his chest.

The thing that could swallow him whole had deserted her frame for a moment, leaving her hollow and forlorn. 

He needed to help now. He needed to help now, before the mists crept between the cracks and carried her away too. Where had he been when she’d called for him, when her father was bloodied and buried beneath a watery grave, when she scrubbed her hands clean of the grime of Bruma until her skin tore and bled?

 Divines save him, she was only so young when her grief had robbed him of his protege, replacing her with wild eyes and a knife-blade smile and shoulders aching to carry everything. He didn’t deserve her then, when she’d wept for help and he only pushed her to the arms of demons and necromancers, and he didn’t deserve her now. 

She folded the paper, waving the door open. “It’s alright. You don’t even know, do you?” Her light touch against his shoulder was a yawning ravine. “I’m sure you did what you could. You poor man.”  

*

“Rose for an arrow’s tip, and death.”

“Death of a father?”

“And of a child.”

“And the red, for the flames-”

“For my mother’s hair.”

*

Letitia Philida awoke to a splintering ache in her leg, rolling off the sideways tilt of a nightmare. Adamus’ body, bloated with poison and bleeding from the head, filled the space beside her with soft complaints. 

Oh for a cup of tea, my dear. Oh for some incense. 

She ignored him, as all widows do when their lover stands guard by the doorway. Don’t bother. He whispered as she removed the dagger from her nightstand. She slept with three now. One by the carafe, one beneath her pillow, and one by the lamp. It hadn’t been enough, that first time. 

Neither armor nor dagger nor the heavy Blackwoods mist had guided the Gods’ hands to shield  him.She had loved his mission and taken its toll. And he’d met its natural conclusion. An arrow from the shadows, piercing his skull and lodged in her own heart since. Grief as precise, as bloodied as that. 

She followed the noise down the emptiness of the hallway to the emptiness of her daughter’s room. She stopped short at the open door when she caught a stirring beyond the curtains. 

“It’s me, Mama.” 

“Catarina? What are you doing here?”

Her daughter was still in her University robes, her hair dripping small water-spots onto the worn carpet beneath her feet. Adamus, and a stray breeze, quietly shut the door behind them as they left the room. 

“Can’t I come home when I please?” 

A thin film of dust caught the light and glowed golden. Filaments flickered in Catarina’s bright red hair. Her face was drawn, exhausted. 

“Of course you can, love.” Letitia set the candle down to sit by her bedside. The sheets had stayed the same since she’d last come home, for Adamus’ funeral. Since then, the felicitating luncheon at the University, the letters of promotion. 

Stendarr alone knew where she went in between. “Are you looking for something?”

“Oh, nothing. Thought I’d put some things away.”

Picture books stiff with age and embossing, a primer of magic gifted to her by the first tutor, an ancient Altmer she’d impressed with her passion at barely the age of twelve. A copy of A Pocket Guide to The Empire marked with fading scribbles, a small stuffed horse with its threads coming askew.

In her hand, The Art of War Magic, with Adamus’ clean signature congratulating her on her admission to the University. I’ll make a battlemage of you yet, my darling Catarina. 

She’d hardly the need for books on Destruction anymore, and by then, hardly the need for her father’s praise. Catarina turned it over, thumbing the moth eaten corner of a page. 

“Was he still disappointed, in the end?”

“Disappointed? Never. The Master Wizard had nothing but praise for you, and your father knew it. He had no doubt you were meant for great things.” 

It was a white lie that slipped easily off her tongue, dripped from her fingers to the letters she’d sent. 

There’s no good that’ll come out of this unhealthy obsession with summoning, mark my words. She should be by my side, bolstering the Legion. She should be treading the lighted path to the righteous. 

“He was worried about you. As am I.” 

It mattered little now. She was her father’s daughter, beholden to a calling, bound to her nature. 

Catarina smiled. She sat cross-legged on her childhood bed, laying an old Wizard’s staff across her lap. Everywhere were the marks of her being, as skinned knees and the scars of childhood. 

“Strange, isn’t it Mama? These things that were mine aren’t me any longer.”

“Isn’t that the nature of life, my dear?” 

“What about this house? Do you ever think of moving?”

“Why must I?”

“It’ll be good, I think, to get away from all this grief.”

“My grief lives with me. Better to be anchored to it here than left adrift elsewhere.”

Like you. She didn’t say. Like you. You who seek absolution in the space between worlds.

“But I miss you.” Catarina said.

Letitia pushed past the books to brush back her daughter’s hair. Her sweet green eyes, the darling freckles on her nose. These things that were mine but are me no longer. 

“You can always come home.”

Catarina swallowed hard, then kissed her mother’s forehead.

“No wonder Father was so twisted up in knots, huh? To be made of one thing alone is a heavy price.”

“For what, my dear?”

“For love, Mama. For love.” 

It flashed before Letitia as though her life were running out; Catarina throwing herself upon the bed, hands ink-stained and glowing with magic, eyes twinkling like emeralds and I love it, I love it, I love it, Mama, fashioning old curtains into makeshift wizard's robes, gripping her tutor’s elbows to say it again, I love it, I’d do anything, go anywhere my magic takes me. It grew her, as water does a river, that love dressed as a need a mission an aberration, that love that wears no human face. 

I wish you loved me that way, my dear. I wish it was me you were made of. 

Butterflies burst behind Letitia’s eyelids, brilliant as the sun. 

*

“And the gold, for a golden prince.”

“Buried in our backyard.”

“Green for the tomb, and white for the marble.”

“White for the lies.”

“White lies?”

“A golden lie. Fit for a king. Fit for a champion.”

*

The end of a year of mourning came on the wings of the first rains. A sweep of laymen and acolytes busied themselves with clearing the Temple of the last vestige of the memorial ceremony. 

Beneath the towering statue of that short-lived Emperor, with drizzle still clinging to her lashes and tusks, Garvi Gra-Shub turned to the Arch-Mage. It was me, she wanted to say, it was me, it was me, it was me. The arrow was mine, the bow was mine, and mine was the shadow by the river. 

Instead, coward that she was, she said, “Martin would’ve hated this.”

Catarina shrugged. “He’d have preferred to live, but here we are. Being the chosen of the Gods takes little of your wants to account.”

It wasn’t the Gods who saved us, it was you. 

That was her doing too.  It  was she who had led him here, every step from the confines of Kvatch to Bruma to the heart of the Empire, led him here to be taken and wrung out and ruined and killed, and killed.

“I heard,” She changed the topic, “That you declined a place on the Elder Council.” 

“I have responsibilities elsewhere, as Ocato well knows. Besides, Cyrodiil has a Champion already.”

And still the lies were as thick and sweet as nectar. “I’d prefer a quiet retirement now.”

To where no questions would follow her, no eyes in the shadows to watch as she failed. To excavate the last of grace from a grave of herself.

“Don’t tell me you’re sick of the public eye already, Garvi. The paint on your statue’s barely dried.”

“They need me less than they need you. Less things to kill, for a time of rebuilding.” 

Catarina glanced at her, for once holding her tongue, waiting. 

Come clean. Confess. Pull out the blade you’ve buried in the backs of everyone you’ve cared for.

The silence was taut as skin around a fresh wound. How the words in Garvi’s mouth so festered, and spoiled, filling the cavity with the taste of decay. Her rotten heart. Her rotten soul, born steaming from the deadlands and fostered in blood. 

Better to case herself in stone and plaster. Better to sink to the same mask she’d struggled so much to shake away. Better to find her grace there, in the quiet. 

Garvi lied again. “All I mean is, the public eye might like less what it sees now.”

Catarina had turned away, her palm on the statue, her finger on one damp dragon claw. “I wonder if it hurt in the end.”

“What?”

“When the soul tears in half against something vaster than the world. The mantling of a God.”

“Oh.” The relief was a knife in Garvi’s chest. “It only took a moment. I’m sure it was a quick death.”

Like a wildfire’s blaze. Like the sun exploding before her eyes. One moment the world had been the inside of a forge, and the next it'd turned bone-pale and muted green. No slit throat, no blood pooling from a torn stomach, no muscles turning stiff and purple with poison. 

Dear Martin, the most glorious of all her executions. 

Captain Philida had blackened where the arrow found him. He’d floated, bare belly up for the fish to feast on his toes. If Garvi were a better woman, an orc of honour, if her parents hadn’t charred themselves behind Kvatch’s collapsing door, if she hadn’t turned all she loved in life to pain, she could tell Catarina of another quick death.

But this was good as any confession. She could cloak one death in another. So long as she said the words, she could escape the weight of them. 

“A quick death?” Quiet tears streamed down Catarina’s cheek. “You were there? You saw?”

“I was.” The river shining silver in the mist. The swamp’s hot breath. The rain. Your father was so afraid, you know. He looked as though he slept in armor. 

“A fragment of a God- I wonder if he sees us still. If he can ever return.”

My own father looks on me as I sharpen my arrows by the sunrise. I turn away. My mother laughs as I tiptoe into my empty kitchen. I couldn’t bear to listen, couldn’t meet her eyes. On some days I’m glad nothing of my home remains. 

Garvi shifted her weight, awkward now. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen the Arch-Mage cry. “There’s no return from some things.” 

Clinging to the curve of Akatosh’s wing, Catarina wept. Garvi watched, despising herself for long enough that the raindrops turned iridescent to her tired eyes. 

“I’m so sorry.” She said. “It was my fault.”

I stood for half an hour in the water. By then the dead had all blurred to one. My father and yours. The shrieking dremora and the laughing, dancing dunmer girl. 

Catarina wiped her eyes on her sleeve. “Don’t be ridiculous, Garvi. You did what you could.”

Did you know how much harder it was to saw his finger off for me to take? His hand was curled, just as yours are now, as though he still clung to something too. He must have loved you. It was my fault. He must have loved you. 

“So did you.” Garvi said. “For- for everyone.” 

Catarina straightened, and as though a curtain fell away from her face, Garvi flinched. The air around them pulsed with a power she could not name. This is it, she thought. She’d seen her for what she is. A scandal, not a crime, if the Arch-Mage struck down the Hero of Kvatch at the Temple for what she’d done. Maybe she’d make a better confession there, in the peace of the Void. 

But her voice was even, her eyes dry. “You’re right.” Catarina said. “There is no return from some things.”

*

“Magenta, for this one sunset.”

“My lord?”

“For the sky of my dreams, and yours.” 

The robe was resplendent now, woven as though every color bled. It’s silken thread came together so snug that Catarina wondered if there was ever a time she never had it at all. Another year was past, and it was time to go. There were reasons for which she’d bided her time and had this realm endure her dreams. But now, the Isles beckoned. Its beauty spilled through the door, an apprentice bursting into her room to fall at her feet. 

He sat across her with his shining face and his eyes like the ocean, unravelled at the center, as if he too were a fluttering thread to be closed between her palms. A surge of love threatened now to drown her. Why had she resisted at all?

“But my dreams tell me another story, my lord.” So penitent, the boy, so sweet. So frightened of the straight lines interlaced between stone and tile. “Where’re the boughs, the cross-road villages? Where’s the formless trees, the golden Saints? Where’s the green that parches my throat and the desert to quench it?”

The Niben wind caught the scent of home. 

Catarina lifted her hands.

 “Here are the golden wings of Mania. And my feet are the roots of Crucible. Do you see these teeth? The cobble-stones of Bliss. These even ribs the bare ground of Split. Turn my skin inside out, and my heart is every lining of the Gatekeeper’s key, stitched to my insides and yours and his. These bones the mists of Dementia. This hair? The paranoid feathers. These lips the thorax of all elytra, every word a life. Each eye an amber, waiting for the taking. From these knees come the grummite, knobbled and spindled. Do you see? The Isles of your dreams are all of me.”

He gasped. “And the robe, my lord? The robe?”

She stood, and slipped it over her skin. Supple as water, it took the shape of her. “The robe is the woman I’m made of. No escaping her.”

Water ripples, and rain pours. A little girl buries her face in her books. A hand with a missing finger closed around her shoulder. A home with a door open. Stone and plaster. An old friend’s voice like a bee buzzing in her ear.

No weeping of it. No half-way promises. No running. 

Between the skin, and the silk, the expanse of the world. The Never-There.

The Madgod took the boy’s hand. 

“It’s time to go.”

[strayfoxxchan]

Pairing: Bang Chan (Chris) x f!reader (Y/N)

Genre: Fluff, Soulmate AU

Content Warning: Mentions of Nicotine Use, Mentions of Alcohol Consumption

A/N: It’s chapter 2! Appearances include funny comments my husband and I saw on Chris’s live, Han, Changbin, and Hyunjin.

Chapter 2

Y/N spent most of the weekend cleaning up around the apartment. With the preparation of her presentation finally finished, she could regain some amount of control. Her house had become… a mess. There was laundry to do, and dishes to wash, and it was finally time to deal with that. It had been clear skies all weekend, but she still found herself staying inside for most of it. Caring for her living space had taken a back seat this week. Still, she found her mind wandering absently as she scrubbed at a particularly crusty dish.  

A ding from the counter signaled a notification: Chris was going live. She set her phone to lean against a roll of paper towels and listened as she washed.

–

Two days later, Chris was still riding this strange high. He felt bad having to cut the conversation short, but work is work, and there is ALWAYS work to do when you have 7 kids to take care of. The week’s schedules have had him feeling droopy-eyed and a bit run down, but meeting Y/N had given him an unexpected burst of energy. Saturday and Sunday passed with no sighting of Y/N, but, then again, he hadn’t been home much at all for the weekend. And besides, Sunday was for STAY.

As the lights flicker on in the studio, Chris settles down with his bowl of rice and various 고기. He sets the bowl on his desk and sets the camera up to go live. Give me your TMI seems appropriate to start with today. He scrolls through an endless backlog of released, unreleased, and in-progress songs, and hits play. He sneaks quickly out of frame before going live. 

>Chan marry me

>CHAN WE BLINKED AT THE SAME TIME

>​I AM GOING TO ROB A BANK TO MEET YOU!!!!

>Chan are you religious? cause you are the answer to all my prayers

>hey chan, do you have any words of advice for me, for my test tomorrow?

>Chan Can you send me a selfie, so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas

The comments fly past his eyes so rapidly that he can barely make them out. He knows he can’t answer them all, but sometimes he feels a pang of guilt not being able to do so. He kind of has to choose his battles. Sometimes, a comment sticks out in a bad way and makes him do a double-take, other times they make him smile widely and laugh. It’s truly a mixed bag. 

>Chan, how was your week?

Chris didn’t always have much to talk about other than work, and that something interesting had happened this week was new. He found himself speaking quite freely but tried his best to self-censor where he could.

“Ah, my week? I met someone on Friday by chance. I see them all the time, but it was the first time I had a chance to say hello.”

>WAH WHO WAS IT

>DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND

>I’m jealous 😭

>Did you see Jake?!

“아니 아니 아니,” he waves his hands, unable to hold in his smile. “It’s nothing, I was just happy to see them after a long time!” Vague. Stay vague.

–

Y/N, now curled up in bed, watches the live beaming from ear to ear. When it ends, she finds herself checking the weather for maybe the first time since she moved to Korea. 

Rain tomorrow. She drifts into a blissful sleep.

The next morning at precisely 7 AM, Y/N wakes with a stretch and a groan. 

“Oh right, rain today!” She showers and takes special care to wear something weather appropriate. Her office typically was a pretty casual place; the suit she wore on Friday only came out on special occasions. Today, she opted for a pair of black jeans, black boots, and a striped blouse. She topped off the outfit with a hoodie and a blazer. As she grabbed her bagel from the toaster oven and headed for the door, she made sure to grab her umbrella. She would be prepared this time.

Unfortunately for Y/N, she was easy to startle. 

“Gooood morning, Y/N!” The chipper voice was coming from the entryway of the apartment building.

“Christopher Bang, you need to wear a fucking bell,” she says with a start. “Uh, sorry… frickin bell…?”

“I cuss more than I should. Come on,” he shrugs, holding his arm out to walk her out the door. She looks around, checking for prying eyes. 

“Is that a good idea? Aren’t there sasaengs hanging around?”

–

For the second time in only a few minutes, Chris felt a little hurt. Did she remember her umbrella because she didn’t want his help? Did she not want to take his arm? Had he read everything so incorrectly?

“Ah, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” the hurt creeped out of his voice from somewhere deep inside of him. He ruffles his hair and lets out a half-amused laugh to cover it up. 

She takes his arm anyway. “If you’re not worried about it, then neither am I.” He ushers her out the door to her spot in the courtyard, umbrella in each of their hands.

“So… I was thinking maybe… I could get your number?” The words fell out of his mouth. It wasn’t smooth by any stretch of the imagination, it was awkward as a middle schooler asking a girl out for the first time. 

Y/N pauses, the smoke filling her lungs with a familiar burn. Her eyes lower to the ground and watch as the ashes fall to the wet concrete. “Chris, don’t take my meaning wrong. I want to give you my number but I can’t help but think I wouldn’t be the best for your image.” Her boot scrapes at the ash, crushing it until it vanishes into the puddling rain.

“Maybe I was being too forward–” he says lowly. 

“No, no, not at all. Maybe I’m just insecure,” she looks him in the eye and smiles. “How about this, if we meet a few more times and I haven’t scared you off, I’ll give it to you then. Sound good?”

Chris can see the honesty in her bright eyes. He can’t help but mirror her expression. “Promise?” he holds out a pinky, and she hooks hers into his. He’s filled with a new level of determination he hasn’t felt in a while. ‘A few more times?’ Easy.

The bus pulls up, and he walks with her there, ensuring she makes it safely. 

“Bye,” he says.

“See you soon,” she grins at him before closing her umbrella and getting on the bus.

Chris heads back up to the dorm and promptly crashes. 

–

“Hyung, did you JUST wake up?” Han screeches incredulously. 

“You missed the gym this morning,” Changbin says from the couch, pouting. 

“Waowww,” Hyunjin says sarcastically. He had just woken up too. 

Chris is simply not awake enough to deal with this right now. They were always so shocked even though it was a fairly common occurrence on days when he had time to get more than a couple of hours of sleep. Grumbling, he walks past them and throws a bowl of instant rice into the microwave, grabbing 2 eggs from the fridge.

Only after having breakfast (lunch? or dinner?) is he ready to speak. “Hey, you guys know that girl we always see down in the courtyard?”

“You mean the one YOU always see?” Hyunjin scoffs at him. “Why don’t you just marry her?” He rolls his eyes playfully.

“I talked to her,” Chris says matter-of-factly.

His roommates all stop what they were doing to stare at him. Then, pandemonium. Jisung’s jaw practically hit the floor, Changbin looks like a Kakao emoji the way his face lit up, and Hyunjin, ever the romantic, starts bouncing on his heels. The boys start talking all at once.

“When will we meet her? Is she coming over?”

“Is she pretty? Can she cook?”

“Was it love at first sight? Did you get her number?”

Immediate regret. Chris turns bright red, blushing. He suddenly feels like someone has turned the heat in the dorm up by 10 degrees. “Okay, okay, calm down! Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, I haven’t even gotten her number yet. I’ll leave first.” Chris pushes past the boys and heads out the door.

–

Y/N disembarks the bus. Her feet are dragging behind her, heavy with the weight of an exhausting day. The presentation had been the culmination of weeks of research, and though it was finally finished, the project was now underway. It was officially the busy season. Hours of being huddled up in her chair staring at a computer screen had her legs cramping and her eyes burning.

Looking ahead, her spot on the concrete was empty. No sign of Chris. She would be lying to herself if she said that she wasn’t just the tiniest bit disappointed. But, all hope wasn’t lost. As she settled in and lit her cigarette, she saw Chris walking out the door, followed by Changbin and Jisung. The two younger men were laughing, playfully punching Chris in the shoulder while Chris simply rolled his eyes. She could see a smile playing at the corners of his mouth; he couldn’t have been upset with them. 

“Y/N!” Chris shouts from across the courtyard, waving at her. The boys spot her as well and begin to wave feverishly at her. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Have a good night!” He grabs their arms and directs them away from her.

“Don’t work too hard!” She shouts back as they disappear into the sheet of rain.