#once i draw that i'll have fully gone off the deep end just so you know

[spaciebabie]

everyday i get closer 2 drawing springtrap w/a strap

[cyanightmars]

F7 sleeping habits headcanons!

Because i have nothing better to do and i want to share my thoughts, alright let's do this

Merlin

- doesn't sleep on any specific side - somewhat restless sleeper, has probably rolled off the bed at least once throughout the years spent with the gang - i get the feeling he would talk in his sleep from time to time, he'd be mumbling bits of a spell he'd memorized and every other person sleeping in the room would have to suffer through that - whoever is sharing the bed with him is going to freeze because this mf would 100% hog the bed sheets, don't even try to argue with me, he would - wears your regular old shirt and pants, nothing too fancy - either goes to bed at like 8pm or a midnight, no in between - wakes up around 9am-ish (usually, otherwise he wakes up at noon)

Jack

- sleeps on his back - lays perfectly still - doesn't make a sound - looks like a god damn corpse 💀 - at least one (1) person thought he was dead when they first saw him laying so still - always looks deep in thought, that or he looks mad, depends on who you ask - even the slightest noise could wake him up, pranking this guy would be impossible - goes to sleep wearing pants and a very loose shirt (imagine like the white shirts that vampires are usually depicted wearing, something like that, I'll make a drawing of that at some point-), otherwise it's pants and no shirt - goes to sleep at 8pm, maybe even earlier on days where he's especially tired - "if anyone wakes me up before 8am i will end their bloodline" - idk if he'd wear one all the time but he definitely has one of those silly sleeping masks, man needs his damned beauty sleep

Arthur

- sleeps on his side or on his back - switches between those two every 5 minutes - rolls off his bed at least twice a week - you know that one clock app audio with the very loud snoring, yeah that's him, that's Arthur - his head touches the pillow and he's out cold, gone, no thoughts just sleep - sleeps like a log, nothing wakes up this man (except food, that would probably do the trick) - sleeps shirtless (with pants ofc, probably loose fitting ones) - goes to sleep around 10pm-ish - as funny as it would be for him to only wake up from 10am forward, he'd probably wake up at around, 7-8am i think

Hans

- sleeps on his stomach or his side - probably goes to sleep that he's laying on his stomach and wakes up on his side - very sound sleeper, doesn't move a whole lot - i feel like he would be able to sleep even with someone yelling in the room right next to his (if it went on for a while tho he would definitely get up and see what the fuss is about) - occasionally snores, but very rarely, plus i don't think he'd snore very loudly - he'd probably sleep wearing some kind of vest, something sleeveless, and pants (ones that reach his knees usually) - goes to sleep at around 9:30pm maybe, occasionally later but that doesn't happen very often - wakes up at the crack of dawn, mans gotta start making breakfast

Pino, Noki and Kio

- sleep on their sides - move around a decent amount, but that's their default position to be in - curl up into a ball and bundle themselves up in blankets - an explosion could happen and they probably wouldn't wake up - they get in bed and for the next hour or so their brain is still fully alert and filled with thoughts and ideas despite their best efforts to fall asleep - sleep wearing full on pj's, it's either that or regular old shirt and pants combo (both usually loose fitting) - go to sleep at 10:30pm - that is, when they do go to sleep, half the time they stay up till the next morning inventing or fixing something - despite this they cannot sleep in, they always wake up at around 7am

[avatar-anna]

Hi. You're amazing!

May I add a request:

One where it's your wedding day. You're happy. You're anxious. Beautiful day, beautiful dress, amazing venue. Before you leave your room to meet your soon-to-be husband, Harry comes into the room and locks you both in. You two dated for a while but his career took off and it made it impossible (or difficult) for you two to be together. He never forgot you. You moved on with your life, ofc. Now, he's here dishevelled, panting and aching for you.

Can you resist him?

Can you make it extra angst and just full of underlying sexual tension?

Do have fun. Thank you xx

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oh boy here we go. giving very jackson and april

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Speak Now

“Y/n, do you need anything else?”

You shook your head. “No. I think I just need a moment alone. Take it all in and everything.”

Your wedding planner smiled and closed the door to the hotel suite, promising she would be back in a flash if you needed anything. When the door shut with a soft click, you took a deep breath.

Butterfly stirred in your belly. Your dress was tailored to perfection, drawing in at your waist and billowing out and around you in a swath of lace and pearls. You knew you didn’t have to dress up for your fiance, nor did you need anyone’s approval to feel good about how you looked, but you just couldn’t wait for everyone to see you.

Taking your little pearl earrings out of their jewelry box, you began to fasten them on. As you were putting the backing in, the suite’s door swung open and hastily shut again.

Thinking it was your wedding planner or your sister, who was your maid of honor, you turned around. “Hey, is everything—What are you—How did you get in here?”

All the lovey, fluttery feelings you’d felt all day immediately died. This wasn’t happening. He couldn’t be here.

Harry gulped, his hair much shorter than it was when you were with him. Two whole years ago. “I’m sorry, I—I know I shouldn’t be here, but I—”

“No, you don’t understand. You can’t be here,” you hissed, surging forward to usher him out of the suite. Who did he think he was?

Harry Styles. He was Harry Styles, loved by millions, and expected everyone to fall at his feet. It was why you broke up with him two years ago. He was charming and fun and was a great singer and writer and lover, but he wasn’t that great of a boyfriend.

There were times when you needed him and he wasn’t there, he was gone for months on end and didn’t make much of an effort to see you, and he cheated once, which devastated you.

“It was a drunken mistake. I would never do that to you if I was fully in control of myself. I love you."

Those were the lines he fed you when it happened. And you forgave him because you were in love with him and didn't think you could live without him.

Harry was your first for a lot of things, and as such, you developed an attachment to him that went beyond love. He was just so important to you. He was the first one to see you in nothing but a flimsy pair of panties, he was the first to take you out of your small town, he was the first person to really see you and tell you he loved you.

You were head over heels for him, which made leaving him that much harder. But you couldn't do it anymore. Wondering if he was with someone else and checking your phone for a text or phone call even though the sound was on so there was no way you would miss it. And when he was home he was jealous and wanted to party all night long. That had never really been your thing, but for Harry you made exceptions.

And that was the very root of all your problems. You caved for everything.

Seeing him with some model under his arm was the last straw, but you waited until he was back from touring to break up with him in person. You needed him to know that you were done for good. If you texted or called to tell him it was over, he would say something like, "Yeah, sure darling. I'll be home soon," and that would be that.

Harry didn't take the break up well, and neither did you, to be honest. It was hard to let go of someone who'd meant so much to you for so long, but despite your broken heart, you knew deep down it was the right thing.

You hadn't spoken much to Harry since the breakup. He'd called and texted for a while, and had even shown up at your new apartment to beg for your forgiveness. There was one night when you caved, and you were immediately sucked back in, but it wasn't the same. You could see his behavior for what it really was: childish and toxic. Harry needed to grow up, but you didn't have to be around for that.

So you let him go a second time, and you hadn't seen him since. Until now, obviously.

"Harry, you have to go! I'm getting married in—"

"I know, that's why I'm here," Harry said. "I know I shouldn't be here, and I know it's your big day, and you probably don't want to see me, but I just had to see you."

The initial shock of Harry's arrival wore off enough for you to really look at him. He had bags under his eyes and his skin was pale. He was in a suit, though, like he'd dressed up just so he could sneak into your wedding.

"Harry, we haven't spoken in years," you said. "I mean, you could've called me anytime before my wedding."

"You look incredible, by the way," he said, admiring your dress. "An—And I'm sorry for coming here out of the blue, but I just needed you to know..."

Harry paused, not completing his sentence. You knew he was probably nervous, but you were literally minutes away from getting married. He didn't have time to stutter and pause.

"Needed to what, Harry? I'm about to walk down the aisle—"

"I still love you."

He couldn't be serious. "You're kidding, right?"

Harry frowned, hurt by your reaction. "No. I wouldn't be making an ass out of myself like this if I wasn't still in love with you. I haven't stopped thinking about you for two years. And when I heard you were getting married, I knew I had to see you and let you know how I felt."

You were stunned into silence. Never in a million years did you think your ex would be standing in front of you on your wedding day and confessing his love for you. This was supposed to be your special day, the happiest day of your life. Yet here you were, facing somebody from your past and feeling dread in the pit of your stomach instead of elation.

"Harry—"

"And I know this is terrible timing, and it's selfish of me to be here, but I can't help but think about how happy we were together and how good things were. I swear, Y/n, I've never been happier than when I was with you, and I just thought I would give us another chance at happiness."

Turning away from him, you held your face in your hands.

You could feel it, the pull. The power vacuum that had sucked you right back into Harry's arms two years ago. That feeling scared you. Harry didn't have the right to do this to you, not when you worked so hard to get over him, to be happy and find your worth without his validation.

"Y/n? Baby? Can you please say some—"

"I am happy," you said, whipping around when he tried to call you a name he had no right to.

"I know, but—"

"No, you don't know, otherwise you wouldn't be here," you told him. He'd done his talking, now it was your turn. "You—You came to me at a time in my life where I was young and easy to manipulate. You made me think that the relationship we had was idyllic and perfect, but it wasn't. You were never around, and when you were, you didn't treat me right.

"For a long time, I didn't know what a healthy relationship looked like, nor did I think it was what I deserved, but now I know what I deserve."

"Y/n, I—"

"I'm not finished yet," you told him, not wanting to hear his apologies or excuses. You'd moved on, you weren't going back. "I don't know what made you come here today, what made you think that trying to ruin my wedding day would be a good idea, but you'll be sorry to know you did not. The only thing you did today was show me that you haven't changed at all."

Harry's face crumpled when you were done, which told you that in his mind, him being here was a grand gesture of love. It made you feel sorry for him.

"I—That's not true. I've been miserable without you."

"So then why didn't you come to me sooner?" you asked. "Why now?"

He struggled to come up with an answer, which told you everything you needed to know. In some twisted up way, he might have loved you, that you could believe. But the narcissist in him needed the satisfaction of knowing you would leave your own wedding for him.

You'd done a lot of growing up since breaking up with Harry, and you were not going to take any steps back, especially not today.

"You need to go," you said quietly. You could've yelled and screamed, but you would not let him ruin this day for you.

"Y/n, please. I really think if you just take a minute, you'll see—"

"Harry, I'm telling you to go now before I have you escorted out of here."

There was a flash of anger in his eyes, but it quickly winked out. He hung his head, running a hand through his hair. "This is really what you want?"

"Yes," you answered simply. "Not that I owe you any kind of explanation, but yes."

"I guess this is goodbye, then," Harry said. He kept standing around, as if he was waiting for you to magically change your mind. So you went over to the suite's door and opened it for him.

"Goodbye, Harry."

Harry left, and you didn't wait long enough to see if he turned around. Closing the door again, you leaned against it, your dress crinkling with your movements.

"I'm getting married today," you murmured, looking down at the lace detailing on your dress.

Slowly, the butterflies and good feelings that went away with Harry's arrival came back, and you quickly finished getting ready. In no time, your veil was on, your bouquet was in your hands, and your arm was looped through your dad's, ready to walk down the aisle toward a better future.

[miyacreampie]

Lenny sensei's night class has begun!~♡

“Senpai~♡”

synopsis 💭;; Tanaka gets jealous bc some bitch talking to his man.

note 🖋️;; IT TOOK A WHOLE FUCKIN WEEK TO WRITE THIS. WHY DOES WORK ALWAYS PREVENT ME FROM DOING THE THINGS I LIKE? WHAT THE ACTUAL FU- by the way, ‘Isayama Misaki’ is based off of some asswipe I used to know- also, I ran out of ideas at the end, so it kinda cuts of lf at the good part. I apologize to the anon that requested this.

Requested by anon ♡

Male pronouns used

Tanaka wasn't a jealous man. Or at least he'd like to think so.

(Y/n) was pretty popular around campus, so it wasn't a surprise to see a few fangirls here or there. It kinda reminded him of Oikawa—except (Y/n) didn't exactly pay his fangirls any attention. (And he didn't have an ass as flat as printer paper.) But did that stop them from trying to get into his pants? No.

In all honesty, Ryu felt lucky that he had someone like (Y/n) as a boyfriend, although he didn't like the fangirls—who paid him no mind whenever they were together. It annoyed him that they kept surrounding (Y/n) who clearly wanted nothing to do with them, begging him for dates, one night stands, anything.

To say that Tanaka was mildly uncomfortable was an understatement.

🌇🌇

Today was a bit different. Instead of a crowd of women rushing towards (Y/n), it was just one—; Misaki Isayama. The woman (almost) every guy considered perfect. This was...manageable, but what did she want? Well—at least it was only one girl. He had only woken up a little over an hour ago, and wasn't exactly ready for his simps just yet.

“(L/n)-chan, can you help me study for the science exam that's coming up?”

“Just because you're my upperclassman, doesn't mean you can call me that.” (Y/n) said quietly, rubbing his eyes, then yawning. “I'm on my way to the lecture hall though, so maybe after that? I should be fully awake by then..”

Misaki smiled and nodded her head. “It's a date!”

“No. No it's not.”

🏙️🏙️

Tanaka let (Y/n) lean on him during the lecture. That turned into one sided cuddling from the sleepy man. Ryu thought it was cute how (Y/n) always clung to him when he was sleepy. He was a little sad when (Y/n) fully awoke, and let him go, but it was for the best.

“Oh, Ryu-san. I'm tutoring the rumored ‘perfect woman’, and it's gonna be awkward with just the two of us, so can y—”

“You headin to the library? I was on my way there anyway. I'll join ya.”

The (h/c) haired man nodded, and they both walked all the way to the other side of the schoolyard to the library building. Tanaka even held (Y/n)'s hand to flex on the girls they passed by. Some of the girls were noticeably annoyed or a little angry, which pleased him.

When they finally arrived, Misaki was standing by the door. Upon seeing Ryu, she scowled. But it was only for a second.

“Ah, (L/n)-kun..who's this?”

(Y/n) smiled, oblivious to Misaki and Tanaka glaring at each other. Needless to say, the intense atmosphere went right over his head. “This is my boyfriend..Tanaka. He'll be joining us if that's okay.”

“‘Perfect woman’ my ass..the only ‘perfect woman’ I know is Kiyoko-san.” Tanaka mumbled under his breath. (Y/n) may not have known, but Misaki and Tanaka were always competitive with each other. Other times he wouldn't have cared, but now that (Y/n) is what he's fighting for, he wasn't gonna back down.

“Oh, it's fine.” Misaki said through gritted teeth.

🏙️🏙️

Isayama and Tanaka were left sitting at a table alone, while (Y/n) searched for the science books. They sat in complete silence, but it was almost as if you could hear their thoughts—mentally arguing with one another.

(Y/n) returned with three books, seating himself between Isayama and Ryu. “Okay! Let's get started!”

***

As (Y/n) went on explaining the laws of physics (because Tetsurou used to tutor him), Misaki and Tanaka continued their epic staring battle. The battle ended once they noticed that (Y/n) had stopped talking. He was chewing his tongue in thought, trying to figure out how to pronounce a word.

Misaki didn't notice, but (Y/n) had gone from physics, to microbiology. In less than five minutes.

“Something wrong?”

“How do you say this word again..?” The (e/c) eyed man pointed to a bolded word in the textbook, leaning back a bit so the other two could see.

A suffocating silence reigned over the three of them, but only for about three seconds.

Isayama squinted a bit before she spoke. “Endothelial?”

“Oh yeah. Thanks, senpai.”

Isayama smiled smugly at Ryuunosuke. The said man had a visible tick mark (💢) on the side of his head, symbolizing his annoyance. Tanaka only wanted (Y/n) to call him ‘senpai’—even if they were the same age (if not, then (Y/n) might be older). It made him feel like he was a dependable upperclassman, maybe even a bit turned on in certain situations. But hearing (Y/n) call someone else senpai..made him a little sad.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating. As Tanaka reached into his pocket to get his phone, he caught (Y/n) putting his own phone in his jacket pocket. Tanaka turned on his phone to see a message from (Y/n) in his recent notifications.

Pretty boy💖: Go to the bathroom. I'll join you later.

Although he was a bit confused, he got up from his chair. “‘M gonna go take a leak.” Ryu said as he started to make his way towards the men's restroom.

Almost five minutes pass before (Y/n) goes into the bathroom after Tanaka, telling Misaki that he was checking on him. As soon as (Y/n) had passed the first bathroom stall, he was yanked into the second one, the door locking almost immediately after it shut behind him. He wasn't given any time to react before he felt a familiar pair of soft lips violently smash against his own. (Not violent enough to make his mouth bleed or anything. Chill.)

A heated battle for dominance arose between the two, (Y/n) quickly taking the lead as he gently bit Ryu's lip.

They didn't want this to end, but eventually Tanaka had to break the kiss because he couldn't breathe. He stood there, breathless in his boyfriend's arms, not wanting (Y/n) to let go.

“Ryuunosuke..” Tanaka flinched upon his first name being said—even though (Y/n) said it many times before. His reaction brought a smile to (Y/n)'s face. “I love you~..” He said, drawing out the three words in a sing-song voice.

Ryu felt his legs getting weak, and held onto (Y/n) for dear life. (Somewhat out of fear that he might fall.) He wasn't actually feeling like this because of three words...right? “Babe..am I supposed to be kinda horny right now?” It was a bit of a strange question, but hey, it never hurts to ask.

(Y/n) chuckled. “Well, yeah. I might have to carry you out of here once we're done.” His warm smile from earlier didn't falter as he spoke.

‘How can he say something like that so casually? If I say something like that, I'd get d–’ Ryu's thoughts were snapped away when he felt his chest touch the stall divider and his pants being pulled down. He let out a soft moan as (Y/n) stroked him through his boxers.

🏙️

‘What the hell is taking them so long?!’ Isayama got up from where she sat, and went to the men's bathroom. There wasn't anyone around, so no one would see her going in. She opened the first stall's door. ‘If they ditched me, I swear to go–’

“W-Wait, (Y/n)!~ Haa!~♡”

“Geez senpai, you're so wet inside~..♡”

Misaki froze. She couldn't be sure that it was (Y/n) and Tanaka in there—but those were definitely Tanaka's pants hanging over the second stall's door. Now she felt more..curious than angry. Isayama slipped into the first stall, carefully and quietly closing the door behind her, and slowly locking it so it didn't make noise.

Ryu tried to keep his breathing steady as (Y/n) fucked him with his fingers—even though that did absolutely nothing to help his current situation. Hell, he couldn't even process words anymore. The only actual word he could say was his boyfriend's name. He eventually remembered how to speak after about two minutes of being finger-fucked.

He wanted to sound more demanding, but his voice came out more whiny than what he'd have liked it to. “Fuck me already..ya fuckin– Hng!~” It may have been that he couldn't process it, or that (Y/n) had moved at the speed of sound, but Tanaka wasn't able to register how fast (Y/n) pulled his fingers out, and shoved his cock into his still tight hole. He wanted to say something, but all that came out was a choked whine.

“You were saying?~♡” (Y/n) asked, though it sounded more like a demand than a question.

Tanaka wasn't given a chance to answer due to (Y/n) ruthlessly fucking the poor man senseless. His loud whines and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, much to (Y/n)'s pleasure. He wanted everyone to know that he was a taken man. He wanted everyone on campus to hear Ryuunosuke's pleasurable cries.

Hearing the two men fucking in the next stall turned Isayama on to no end. (Even though it was more of (Y/n)'s voice that made her wet.) But she resisted touching herself because she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she masturbated to her rival getting fucked. (A kinda stupid reason, but okay.)

“Fu–fuck, (Y/n)!~ So good..it feels so good!~” Ryu babbled, the words almost incoherent as he attempted to push back against his boyfriend's cock. “More!~ Give me more!~♡” He begged, voice broken and choking on his own breath.

The (e/c) eyed man didn't say a word. As his senpai had politely asked of him, (Y/n) drove his cock so deep into Tanaka that the said man let out the loudest drawn out moan (Y/n) had ever heard from him. If it weren't for the cum spewing from the teary eyed man, (Y/n) would've thought he had hurt his lover. He wasn't entirely sure until he felt Ryu continue to push back against him, desperate for more friction.

“Aww..you're so cute when you act like a bitch in heat, senpai~..♡”

He only got a choked whine in response.

“I'm pretty close anyway..do you want it inside?~♡” (Y/n) asked, pulling the shaky man up to his chest. Again, only a whine. (Y/n) parted Ryu's lips with his fingers, those fingers soon being coated in saliva. “Use your words~..”

Finally, Tanaka spoke, despite his unintentional dry heaving. “Fuck me- please~..”

“As you wish~♡” (Y/n) almost whispered, gripping Tanaka's cock firmly, earning another broken moan from the said man. “You're the only person I'd fuck like this, you know that, right?” He said, as he rubbed the shorter man's stomach.

“Y-Yeah..that makes me happy~..”

Lmao this was like- 80% highschool drama (in a college setting), and the remaining 20% being me getting horny for no reason. Also, I'm aware this made no sense. None of the stuff I write makes sense. :)

The class session is now over!~♡

[sofreddie]

Nanny No More

Summary: Reader is The Ackles' nanny. She comes home to quite the surprise. It changes everything.

Characters: Jensen x Nanny!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 1,816

A/N: Written for @jerkbitchidjitassbutt. Thanks for the inspiration! GIF above is closest I could find to match the story, though it's not a shower really. 😉 And just in case - this is a work of fiction. No harm or hate intended towards any persons.

Y/N had just returned from dropping the kids off at a sleepover. She was their live-in nanny and had been for years since Jensen's wife had passed giving birth. Jensen was home on hiatus and his restlessness was driving everyone up the walls.

Her attention was drawn to the other room as she heard Jensen muttering and grunting. She curiously moved forward, worried for what she might find, only to be stopped dead in her tracks.

For one thing, there was a terrible leak in the ceiling. A pipe must have burst. But that wasn't what caught and held her attention.

Jensen was stood on a footstool, arms stretched above him as he was attempting to repair the leak. His t-shirt rode up, exposing a bit of his stomach and buckled jeans. His t-shirt clung to him like a second skin, the water leaking from the pipe having gradually soaked through his clothing.

He lowered his arms, grunting in frustration. He quickly removed the soaked t-shirt, using it to wipe off his face, before tossing it aside and getting back to work.

Y/N's jaw dropped open as she watched the muscles in his arms and back flexing and glistening. She reflexively squeezed her thighs together, feeling a sudden, overwhelming swell of desire.

She'd always found him attractive. She'd be blind not to. But even though she had lived with him for so long, it was like a respectful roommate sort of situation. She was the nanny after all.

Seeing him like this…well, this was new.

Suddenly, bits of the ceiling fell down upon Jensen as the hole opened wider, more water spilling forth in a gush. Jensen was drenched head-to-toe. He managed to reach up and find the shut off, stopping the flood of water, albeit a bit late.

He looked like he just got out of the shower, jeans and all. He was literally dripping with water, strands of his hair hanging down into his face. He huffed before finally noticing Y/N standing there.

"Oh, hey," he smiled, that charming and bright smile that was now making her flutter, "Sorry about the mess," he laughed, gesturing around himself.

She still couldn't move, couldn't speak. Her eyes were trailing over every inch of him as she bit her lip, squeezing her thighs once more, tighter than before.

Jensen's eyes shot over her movements, catching her wandering gaze, her bitten lips, and the not-so-subtle neediness she was emanating. He wasn't a fool. He knew exactly what she was thinking.

He'd been thinking about this very thing for a while now. Jared had encouraged him. But Y/N was a good friend and the nanny and she never showed an interest in all the time she had been with them.

He wasn't about to let this opportunity slip.

He took several slow steps towards her, his eyes trained on hers, "See something you like?" he teased. Her breath hitched. The tension between them filled the room. She wanted to jump his bones right then and there. When he licked that plump bottom lip of his into his mouth she just about sprung on him.

Then she remembered why she hadn't let herself do anything before. She was the nanny. If things went wrong...she loved the kids and didn't want to see them hurt or confused. In the end, she chickened out.

"Y-you should probably go shower," she cleared her throat, breaking the gaze between them and gesturing with her thumb over her shoulder as she took slow retreating steps, "I'll go call a plumber."

She turned and dashed so quick. Jensen was cursing himself under his breath. He knew she wanted him. There was no question about that now. But something was holding her back.

He took himself upstairs to shower. He stripped out of the remaining wet clothes and dropped them in a heap to the floor with a squelch. The hot water soothed his aching muscles and washed away the grime.

It wasn't long before his mind wandered back to Y/N downstairs, staring at him hungrily, clenching her thighs. Gen had told him to ask her out on a date, Jared said just go for it. But her body and reaction was making it hard to think straight.

His hand wandered down his body, wrapping around his fully erect cock. He sighed a little in relief at the pressure, before he began stroking himself. This had become routine at this point, jerking off in the shower with Y/N's image in his mind and her name on his lips.

After he came, he quickly finished his shower, feeling less tense than before. He was formulating a way to ask her out and gauge her interest as he made his way back downstairs.

Much like Y/N earlier, he was stopped in his tracks. Y/N was bent over on the floor, her ass in the air as she cleaned up the mess on the floor. He was instantly hard again, as if the shower never even happened.

A groan punched past his lips, catching her attention. She looked over her shoulder at him, smiling sweetly, before rising from her spot on the floor, tossing away some of the mess.

She's a little dirty and her clothes are a little damp in spots, but he's wound so tight and he thinks she only looks even better. He'd love to help her out of those filthy clothes. Maybe with his teeth.

"Can I kiss you?" he suddenly blurted out as he took several steps to stand directly in front of her. He hadn't meant to say it, but in that moment it was all he could think or want.

All his plans flew out the window.

His eyes looked her over fondly as he brushed the hair back from her face, "Can I kiss you?" he asked again. She stood in dumbfounded silence, heart racing. She tried to speak but her throat was closed. Instead, she nodded minutely. He smirked slightly before leaning in pressing his lips to hers.

He instantly felt fireworks explode between them, like nothing he had ever felt before. He tugged her closer to him, his hands finding her lower back. She too was feeling the intensity, swooning under his command.

Everything began to work up quickly, their bodies demanding more from each other. Jensen turned and backed her against the closest wall. His knee found its way between her legs, his thigh pressing against her core.

She moaned loudly into the kiss and Jensen eagerly swallowed it down. Their bodies ground together, their kisses and hands growing desperate. It had been ages since either one of them had been with someone.

"I want you," he breathed out against her lips, barely parting from her and hating even the minute distance required to speak, "Want you in my bed. Wanted you there forever," his lips grazed down her jaw and neck as he pressed himself tightly against her.

"Yes," she hissed out in a breath. He moaned loudly, before scooping her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He dashed up the stairs with her in his arms, surprising her with his strength.

His muscles were more than just show.

He took her directly to his bedroom, closing the door shut behind them. He didn't let her down until they were standing at the foot of his bed.

"You sure this is what you want?" he checked with her again. He had to be sure. If she didn't want this, or might regret it later, then he'd rather not do it.

"Are you?" she blurts out hesitantly.

He grinned broadly, his eyes sparkling, "If I could have it my way, you'd never leave my bed again."

She crashed into him, stealing his breath with her kisses. The urgency picked up once more and they were quickly naked and lying on the bed together.

Then his words truly settled in her mind. Her breath hitched as she met his eyes. Without words he could feel things shift between them. Everything slowed as the mood shifted.

She could feel his passion and want with every kiss laid to her bare skin. She could feel him laying claim with every moan she gave to every mark he left.

When his head sank between her legs, she thought she'd died and gone to Heaven. It took him no time at all to quickly learn her spots and he proceeded to slowly work her into a frenzy.

Just as she was about to reach her peak, he stopped. She groaned and looked down at him. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. His lips were swollen and wet, his hair a mess from her fingers tugging on it.

"Wanna feel it the first time I make you come," he breathed out, working his way up her body. At some point he had slipped a condom on. She was too out of her mind to have noticed. He ground himself against her wet and twitching folds and she nearly screamed.

"Please, Jen, please," she nearly sobbed, desperate for her release, desperate for him. She had dreamed of this moment for so long. Her want and desire had morphed into utter need.

He locked away the sounds of her sweet pleading for another time. He was ready to give her what she needed. What they both needed.

He kissed her deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue as he slowly entered her. When he finally reached the hilt, pressed as deep as he could go, they both gasped.

Jensen moved slow and languidly, making them both savor every movement, every touch, every thrust like a fine meal. There was nothing but pleasure, but he was skillfully keeping them both back from that edge, drawing out the connection between them.

He paused from his ministrations of marking her neck with his mouth to look her in the eyes. He cupped her face, adjusted his hips, and began to thrust a little faster and harder while holding her gaze.

She could feel herself cresting, the edge just out of reach. Jensen felt amazing inside her, around her. Better than any dream she could have conjured.

She was pretty sure she was in love with him.

At the realization, she climaxed hard. Her eyes clenched shut in sync with her walls clenching around his cock. Jensen cried out her name, following her over the edge.

He continued to pump into her, working them both through their highs. After catching their breath, Jensen slowly pulled out and discarded the condom, before returning to the bed.

He laid on his back and scooped an arm around Y/N's shoulders, bringing her to half lay across him.

Tomorrow they'd deal with the plumber, the mess and the kids returning from their sleepover. They'd figure everything out. But for now, there was this and the start of something amazing.

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Not As It Seems 1/2 (Vincenzo)

Summary: Y/N and Vincenzo grew up in the Mafia. You owed him for saving your ass on a mission gone wrong. It's always been that way between you two. You save his hide, he saves yours. He wants you to stay undercover and find your way into Babel Pharmaceuticals as an extra pair of eyes to find out who the CEO of Babel was. But as normal, mission does not go as planned.

Pairings: Vincenzo x reader (platonic), Joon woo (romantic)

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Given, you Vincenzo did save your ass big time the last mission you were on but the magnitude of this favor was worth three small ones. Regardless, you are a woman of my word. You were about a month in you cover when you caught the eye of Jang Han seo.

You started as a tech at his floor but once he found out that you loved to play ice hockey and spicy foods, he fell head first in love with you. It did not take much for him to fall for you, which was actually heart breaking. You treated him with respect and kindness, something that he wasn't used to by anyone.

The first date was at a spicy ramen shop where you talked all night until the shop was closed. The second date was at his condo where we watched the live ice hockey game while you ate spicy kimchi. By the third date, you were comfortable being around one another. You ended the date with a long, much needed hug.

In the Mafia, you weren't used to affection and Jang Han seok was verbally and physically abused by his mother and brother. You held each other for at least a minute straight. You can still remember him burying his face into your neck as you wrap your arms around his medium build.

His hands rested respectfully on your upper back and shoulder blades. When you finally pulled away, you both bowed and said thank you. You bowed at the same time, hitting each other in the head.

You chuckle in rememberance of that date. Jang Han seo was truly a good guy. He wasn't capable of doing the horrific things Cassano was telling me about. He didn't have the heart for it, so there has to be someone else calling the shots. Someone close enough to be whispering commands into Han seo's ear. You just have to figure out who.

You knock on the door and wait for a while, winging you purse side to side as you waited. You furrowed your brows when you Han seo doesn't open the door. "Han seo?" You call from outside and still no answer. It wasn't until you heard a gun shot that you kicked the door down and tumbled inside.

You take out your knife and round the corner until you saw Han seo crouching down on the floor in front of his gun. You look around for the threat but didnt see any. "Han seo?" You say, tucking away your knife. You kneel down next to him and his body jolts upwards. "What!" "Honey, what happened?"

"I ca- I can't tell you." "Why not?" "Because I can't! You're an outsider and he'll kill me." "Who?" "He ruins everything he touches." He says, running a hand over his face. "I'm sorry, but we can't see each other anymore. " "What? What is this about? Who says we can't be together?"

"Me, I say I can't. Just go!" He yells, making you wince. His eyes were red and puffy, he's clearly been cryibg. You hold his face in your hands and press a warm kiss to his forehead. "You know where to find me." You say before silently stand up and leaving. Closing the door, you let out a shaky breath.

You knew this was bound to happen but you got too caught up in the moments with Han seo. But at least now you can distance yourself and find a different approach on finding who the real CEO is. You walk towards your car and say to yourself to keep it together but as you as you hop in, tears fell on your cheeks.

"Damn it, Y/N. Pull yourself together." You say between sobs. You turn on the car and throw it into drive before pulling out of his driveway. You always made fun of those who fell in love while they were undercover, and now you feel like a hipocrite. You pull into your driveway to see Joon woo with a crate of rice wine.

You roll your eyes and tried your best to dry your tears but your eyes still gave it away. "How did you hear so fast?" You ask, getting out of your car. "My brother and I are close, and he really cared about you." "Well he sure has a way of showing it," you say, wiping away more tears.

"Come on, let's drink away our sorrows." He says and you genty take the crate into your hands. "Awe, where's yours?" You tease. He chuckles whole heatedly and says, "That's cute." "You can wait in the living room. I have to take a shower first." "Sure thing,"

Later that week, Joon woo has been stopping over your house every Friday night to check in on you. You were actually starting to get used to it. Today was Friday and he didn't come. You waited until 11 pm to go over his house and check in on him. You knock on the door and Joon woo opens it with a towel wrapped around his waist.

You fix your eyes on his face but there was a deep temptation to look elsewhere. "Y/N, hi," "Have you no manners? If you make plans with someone and can't make it, you can at least call." "I didn't know that it would urk you this bad. I'm sorry." You cross your arms and roll your eyes. "I was in the middle of shower, did you want to join me?"

"Excuse me?" "You seem a little tense." He leans his body arm against the door frame and his towel dips a little. "What if I am?" "Oh, I have a few things in mind." He says, his eyes slowly scanning your body. He leans forward and lift your chin up to plant a firm, possessive kiss on your lips.

You collapse onto his chest and he pulls you inside his loft. He closes the door before pushing you against it, his hands attached to your waist as he kisses your neck. Leaning you head against the door, he dips his head into your breasts and slides his hand into your shorts.

You gasp softly as he curls his fingers into your folds. Slowly pumping his fingers, you can feel his gaze on you. "Such a pretty girl. Can't wait for feel you clenching around my dick." He says, making you whimper.

"Move faster, please." You beg and it took him less than a second to speed up his movements. You dig your nails into his back and you spread you legs to give him more access.

He pulls his fingers out and sucks some of your juices off. "What happened?" You say breathlessly. "You're not loud enough." He kneels down on the ground and pulls down you shorts to your ankles.

You step out of them and he says, "Look at that beautiful pussy of yours, baby." You two lock eyes as he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and slowly licks the stripe.

Your hands find his hair and tug on it softly as he sinks his tongue and pumps it in out of your pussy. You moan loudly when he pumps two fingers in you and applies pressure to your clit with his tongue.

The more he rolls his tongue, the stronger the build up in your stomach was. Your clit grew sensitive under his touch and your tried to pull away from him.

He scratch your thighs harshly and you yelp out. His fingers curl into a g spot and you slam your hand against the door. "Oh God," you chant until your felt apart under his tongue. He continued to lick and suck at your sensitive clit, making your breaths turn heavy.

"Joon, please! I'm so close!" You yell out. He rolls tongue against you and softly sucked repeatedly. Soon after, you fell apart again and you legs bucked. You fell to the ground and he catches your abdomen. He cups your cheeks and pressed a firm kiss on your lips. Your juices rubbed from his lips to yours as he invades your mouth.

You were breathless as he pulls away from your lips. He lifts you into his arms and stands up effortlessly. He lips were attached to yours the entire trip up the stairs and to his bedroom. You pull away to take off your shirt and unclip your bra.

You hear his towel drop and you buck your hips in anticipation. He lowers your body and slowly pushes his member into you.

You throw you head back and he sucks on the base of your neck. He bucks his hips and your wraps your legs around his waist to pulls him further into you. Rolling your hips to match his thrusts, he says, "Fuck, Y/N." Still buried inside of you, he lays you on the bed. He brings your legs over his shoulder and yells escape your lips with his heavy thrusts.

He lifts his hand and you links your fingers with his as he rails you into the bed. Your eyes are snapped shut as your walls flutter around his member. You bury you face into his shoulder as your rub your throat raw from yelling. "Look at me, " he commands.

You pull away from his shoulder and look into his eyes. "There's my pretty girl." He leans his forehead against yours as he slows his thrusts to chase his euphoria. You reach yours soon after and he pulls out of you. "Top me," "What?" You look at him through hooded eyes.

"I want you to see how beautiful you look on top," "I don't have enough strength for that, Joon." "Yes you do. Just one more time and I'll let you rest for the rest of the night." He lays on his back and you instruct him to sit up against the bed frame. He does so and doesn't break eye contact.

You softly pump his member in your hand until he's fully erected and sink yourself on him. You plant your foot on either side of his lap and rock your hips back and forth. His moans makes your pussy wet and sink further on him. You lean forward and bite on his lower lip. "Fuck, you keep doing that and I'll have my way with you for the entire night."

He arches his back as you scratch up his back. You roll your hips a little faster and his body goes rigid as his second wave of euphoria washed over him. You slide off of his lap and lay down on your stomach. You tuck your arms under the pillow as you lay on it. Joon lays on his side and draws circles on your back.

He waits until you were asleep but you were quite unconscious when he says, "I knew it was the right call to make Han seo break up with you."

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Chapter 3 is finally here. Sorcerers need their shopping done, too. Beyonce/Wong platonic ship (joking)! And finally some action, more witchy stuff. Bucky whump because I have a saviour complex. Stucky cuteness moment. Some blood/gore in this chapter.

My insides clenched, seeing the yellow and blue notice taped to my door - the building manager rarely left notes, so whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good. I had managed to wind myself up into an anxious frenzy by the time I had gone inside and locked my door behind me, immediately thinking I would have to exhaust myself by turning to magic to keep a roof over my head.

For once, the news turned out to be positive: a neighbor was being evicted and turned in to the police for stealing packages. The building manager urged the tenants to report any missing items and apply for a refund when possible, apologizing for the inconvenience. I wondered what prompted this, basically unheard of in NYC, act of kindness as my altar stared at me with mocking amusement, pointing out the obvious by its mere presence.

Grinning to myself, I texted Odette - predictably, she was happy for me, happy that my protection spell had turned out strong and steady, and added a few tips of her own for my spell to stay that way. It felt like I'd grown invisible wings, those days, with all the possibilities open - and never once did I let myself entertain a thought of getting back at an enemy of the past for longer than five seconds.

Sure, it was perfectly human to consider making the cheating ex go bankrupt or make sure the college professor, that failed a couple of students each semester as a 'reality check', trips and face-plants at least once a day... I mean, who wouldn't experience a malicious sort of joy from petty revenge?

But I found my powers were best applied with a positive result in mind. My friend's cat was the first test rat- I mean, living creature I had practiced my healing spells on. The eleven year old kitty was struggling and both me and my friend loved the critter dearly - so the short, but tiring spell I performed yielded exactly the results I was expecting. Odette said something about genuine love backing up the magic, and- well, Dumbledore much?

On humans, it turned out, it wasn't nearly as simple. I didn't know what I had expected would happen after performing nothing short of a whole improv-performace type of ritual right in front of my very puzzled but hopeful friend with chronic asthma, but it wasn't the sheer exhaustion that ran bone-deep and left me bedridden for a whole day.

Odette visited my dingy apartment with her signature enormous purse full of vials she spoon-fed me and trinkets she strategically placed in and around my immediate sleeping area. "There, there," the woman patted my head as I pitifully moaned at the ear-splitting headache. "The first one is always the most challenging. After all, if it would be easy, everyone would do it."

I understood that. But at the same time, it felt unfair that no good deed went unpunished. I told Odette so, raising my voice to the best of my ability as she rummaged around my kitchen.

"Nothing in this world comes out of thin air, whatever you decide to give has to be taken from somewhere," she explained patiently. "People like us are considered hedge witches. We do solitary work and draw most of our energy from the Earth, from mother Nature. We cannot perform miracles, however, the cost of our spells are very low," I felt an immediate peak of interest at the simple yet effective explaination she gave me. "We remain mostly human. Gaia* is kind and generous to the ones who pay respect," Odette continued over the clatter of pans and pots. "There are other kinds of witches - who take from other people, who take from the dead. But taking something by force always leaves scars and taking something from the dead means bringing a piece of them back to places it should not be."

I pondered the words as Odette brought the kettle to a boil, the whistling shriek piercing through my skull like a sharp projectile. "What about Voodoo practitioners?" I couldn't hold back my curiosity.

Odette cleared her throat. "What is left of them is mostly not human. Their gifts are great but the costs are greater. They can live far, far longer than the average witch but their souls will know no peace, just like the souls of the dead they anchor to themselves over time," Odette entered the room with a bowl of tangy, creamy liquid that smelled like pumpkin soup. "We do not bestow any judgement upon our brothers and sisters but it is our duty to inform the young." She cast a pointed glance towards me, passing me the soup and a wooden spoon I didn't know I had. "This should help you recover. Take tomorrow off if needs be."

She left shortly afterwards and I hadn't much strength than to use the bathroom, wash the rune-engraved spoon and curl up in my bed, only waking up when the meager light shone over my face from the window. Sleepy and fog-tinted, the early morning NYC was damp and windy as I stuck my head out of the window to soak my sleep-heated head in the cool air.

As uneventful as the day at the café was, I still wasn't up to 100% energy-wise, but the long walk from Jeremy's to Odette's was pleasantly invigorating. I didn't find the cold autumn moisture displeasing; the small raindrops kept me awake and alert. Odette nodded in muted pleasure as I clocked in and returned the special spoon back to her. The runes on it were interesting; I had taken a picture of them for research purposes, fully intending to craft myself something similar.

"Odette has taken on an apprentice," Wong's voice had me take in several deep breaths in preparation for the inevitable fuck-fest on my patience. "She has been avoiding me. And the girl is painfully slow."

I didn't hear the answer of Wong's companion over the rustling of the boxes I was hastily shoving in their places before the Asian man's temper grew foul. More foul. Ugh. The sharp ding of the bell had me yelling a, "Just a second please, I'll be right with you," while trying to keep my tone polite.

Wong's sour face and a list of items required greeted me as I flew out of the backrooms, noticing the locked doors of Odette's office on my way out. Wong's companion stood at the far end of the store - his robes quite different from the ones I'd seen people of their kind wear, his lithe, tall figure seeming strangely familiar. I squinted my eyes at his back. "Is this all you need?" I waved the list around, increasing the volume of my voice.

The tall man turned around and I could only gape. He, in turn, also froze, the stern, unfriendly expression losing heat and giving way to perplexed wonder. "I had placed an order, for sorcerer Strange," Tony's boyfriend eyed me somewhat sheepishly under Wong's concerned gaze.

I nodded, eyeing Wong in turn, letting satisfaction nestle a warm ball in my chest. Stephen's look of displeasure had turned onto his... Colleague. By the time I finished retrieving Strange's order and packing up the items on Wong's list, the Asian man had left, leaving Stephen to sheepishly pretend to examine the books on the furthest shelf. I waved the paper bags as he took long strides towards me, his fancy, large necklace glimmering under the lights.

"So, how long have you been working here?" Sorcerer Strange asked after I told him the total.

The cash register beeped loudly, coins clattering on the desk as I counted out his change. "Some time now," I shrugged noncommittally. I felt his magnetic eyes gloss over my adornments, the star necklace, the various rings; I could practically feel him coming to his own conclusions. "Long enough for your colleague to get an attitude with me," I had to make sure he knew I would be taking no bullshit from him - or anyone else, for that matter. Odette's opinion on his kind was firm and I was heavily inclined to agree.

"Hmm, I see," Strange was equally as keen on hiding his curiosity. It was a funny thing, really, that we, being adults that we were, treated this encounter like some sort of a dirty secret. "Don't take it personally. Wong is like that with everyone," The man briefly scratched his beard with a gloved hand before pocketing his change and picking up the bags. "Except Beyoncè, maybe," the wink he threw me was positively mischievous as it caught me off-guard, giving him a fox-like appearance.

I sighed as the door shut behind him. Pretty white boys - the ultimate human disasters.

I had no time to dwell on them, however, as something - or someone, hit downtown with all the malicious intentions to wreak havoc on the innocent civilians calmly going about their day. Mutants and people who knew Odette came in hordes, scrapes and bruises and strange wounds that required imminent healing.

My boss was no rookie, she dutifully accepted each and every single soul, looking worse for wear with each minute. Not being able to withstand seeing her drain herself, I simply took over the simplest tasks - and she said nothing, just gave me a nod, instructed to use whatever I needed and write it down somewhere along with the name of the person who required the healing.

As the battle raged, the crowds thinned but the ones who managed to come to Odette's spouted more serious wounds, obviously a result of them fighting back. Mutants covered head to toe with coats and hats and robes, for me to swallow my shock when they undressed - horns, tails and weird skin textures were on the far end of the normal. I dutifully extracted small pieces of information from each and every person I treated.

Yes, the Avengers were winning. No, there aren't many people hurt, most of the damage is cosmetic. Yes, the villain of the week is as stupid as usual. It was like a mantra. Odette poked her head into the spare room every now and then, her eagle eyes briefly scanning over me to make sure I wasn't exterting myself.

As I applied the healing salve to a tiny, pink-skinned woman, bandaging up her hands, my boss entered and closed the door behind her, setting down on the creaky chair with a loud thud. "Just got the news, the Avengers apprehended the terrorist," she sighed long and slow. "We've done all we could, the next few days I'll be handling house calls so you'll be here on your own. I'll probably see you in a few days, don't hesitate to give me a call if something comes up," Odette seemed to be barely standing up, yet when she tore off a few pieces of her jewelry and chucked them into a big tin can under the sink, the glossy sheen in her eyes melted away.

"Okay," I mumbled under the watchful eyes of the mutant woman. "Will there be more people coming in today?"

"No," the woman in front of me snorted. "SHIELD is prowling the streets. They are not fond of us, they always say we intervene unnecessarily even though we willingly do their dirty work so our children could be safe," the bitter, harsh tone took me off-guard.

I had to admit, there was reason behind her words. "Will you be able to get home safely? I have a puffy coat and a hat you can borrow." Figuring an expensive taxi ride would be a better alternative to something terrible happening to the woman, I offered her my winter clothes.

She smiled at me, razor blade teeth and large, red eyes the kindest I'd ever seen on a person. In the end, she took the clothes, promising to bring them back in a few days and Odette gave me a parka that was too small for her frame - despite it smelling like someone's grandma's attic, I found it to be quite lovely vintage. The puffy knitted scarf she added felt like warmth and safety - she had to have knitted it herself, for I knew, handmade items carried a significant amount of energy in them.

The shop was eerily quiet as I cleaned and scrubbed the stained, dirty floors and disposed of the bloody clothes and bandages in the tiny, odd fireplace in Odette's office - that was a thing most peculiar, it burned everything I put in it, but had no chimney, no place for the smoke to exit. Magic.

Something banged loudly against the entrance door. I let out a startled shriek, broomstick falling out of my hand and adding to the sudden cacophony of noise as the figure behind the stained glass slowly slid down the door, a deep, male voice groaning something incomprehensible loud enough for me to hear.

Grabbing a large serrated knife we used for mincing the bones of small animals, I made quiet steps towards the door, seeing a large, obviously humanoid figure helplessly lean on the door. The man's arm glinted chrome black and gunmetal grey in the low light. "Sargent Barnes? Bucky?" I whisper-shouted, carefully plying open the door.

He lifted his head, blood dripping down from it, his face looked like someone went to town on it with a meat mullet, his eyes were unfocused and couldn't keep a straight line. His flesh arm leaned heavily on the door frame, the prosthetic hanging limply, dragging his whole body to its side. It must've weigh a ton.

"Я должен найти капитана Роджерса," he whispered.

I didn't understand Russian at all but I could make out the name of his boyfriend. Which made sense. Bucky looked severely concussed - I idly wondered what exactly they had been fighting, what could have given a freaking super-soldier such a brain-leaking injury. "Sargent Barnes, follow me," I put on my big girl shoes and used my momma bear voice, towing the man behind me.

He, too, weighed a ton, as I stumbled, helping him into the chair in the spare room that became my healing station for today. The longer I looked at Bucky, the less lucid he grew, eyes falling shut as he murmured something in jagged Russian, slurring his words.

There was no time to think about the consequences of exposure of my witchcraft; mortar and pestle, herbs and salves flying everywhere, I assembled a healing spell and memorized the according ritual in what felt like record time. He was bleeding all over the chair, fresh crimson blood pouring out of his nose and mouth and it was all I could see.

I hadn't known true terror until the blood that poured out turned black. Whatever it was in him, it was poisonous - my protection charms grew hot, scalding as they left marks on my skin; powering through the pain and unable to turn my eyes off the convulsing Barnes, I finished the chant just as the flow of vile, tar-like liquid suddenly ceased. It pooled around his feet, dripped down the armrests and matted his long hair. It reeked, too, of copper and putrid meat.

Bucky had passed out somewhere mid-spell, the slow, steady breathing bringing me my own sense of calm. To say that I was drained would be an understatement - my vision swam and my world spun on it's axis as I unlocked Odette's office to messily rummage through a cabinet for the emergency tonic I knew she kept there. I chugged the vial, an avalanche of almost anxious, jittery energy hit me like a freight train - exactly what I needed.

I bought myself a couple hours of time. Cleaning up the sludge around Bucky's feet and removing the outer parts of his gear was easy as he remained as relaxed as a cooked spaghetti noodle. The amount of weapons he had on him was impressive, but those weren't what I was looking for - his phone. It was dead, so I plugged it in, waiting for the 5% to show and bringing it to his fingertips, hoping he used the print recognition instead of the password option... And I lucked out.

"Hello, this is Star, I found a Bucky. Tell Dr. Strange to come get him, he knows where I am." I texted the "Stevie ❤️" contact, my inner fangirl self squealing at the dorky name of his boyfriend's contact in Bucky's phone. Shortly afterwards, I went ahead and snapped a picture of myself next to sleeping Bucky, figuring out some actual proof wouldn't do any harm in this bizarre situation.

The answer didn't let me wait long. "10 minutes" came the first text, and shortly afterwards - "Is Bucky okay??????". I had to snort at the amount of question marks before honestly replying "He will be ☺️" and putting the phone back in Bucky's pocket. I cleaned up and attempted to lift Bucky up, succeeding in waking him up into a half-lucid state, probably courtesy of decades of training and whatnot, to at least drag him to the front of the store. I wasn't particularly comfortable with strangers seeing the backrooms.

Bucky leaned with his back against the counter, ass flat on the floor and a towel with a cold compress pressed to his head when the doors all but flew open, revealing Captain Rogers, still in uniform and Stephen Strange, arguing with his boyfriend, both still suited up and bloody and grimy.

"Uhh," I blinked owlishly, causing the men to stop bickering and stare first at me, then at Bucky. "I think he hit his head," I offered weakly, backing up slightly at the amount of burning eyes staring at me.

"Shortcake, that you?" Tony's eyebrows rose as he surveyed the bodega, the items on the shelves, the black and red blood stains on my previously pristine, yellow shirt.

"Now is not the time, Tony. Go with Rogers, make sure the medical is prepared for Barnes and disable his arm," Strange barked out authoritatively, shooting me a puzzled but compassionate look. "The portal is open. I'll talk to Star, find out what happened." He advanced towards me as Captain picked up Bucky bridal-style as tenderly as he could while making sure the compress stayed on.

"Keep that tone fo the bedroom," Tony's voice was more than displeased as he shot me and Strange a hurt look, but followed Steve into the golden circle right outside the door before it sparked shut.

"Now, now, what happened here?" The sorcerer's voice lowered into a soothing drawl as I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. My shoulders sagged, fingers twitching with anxious energy. The man extended a gloved hand, briefly squeezing my shoulder. "It's alright, take your time."

Damn, did I look that bad?

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Bad Dream

For @thatesqcrush​ Holiday B!ngo: Naughty or Nice.

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x reader.

Square: Traditions.

WC: 2178

Warnings: Smut.

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A vet, dentist, lawyer and detective walk into a bar. It was a like the start of a bad joke, but it wasn't. It was you and your 3 childhood best friends for your catch up you had the weekend before Christmas every year at the same bar, at the same time for dinner and drinks. No matter how busy the year got for you all, missing birthdays and not being able to make important events, you all never missed this one weekend every year.

It had become a tradition every year since you all came back to Manhattan to work after college and the academy. You all got it, life got in the way and the year would slip away at a blink of an eye. But you spoke to each other every other day on your group chat. You were looking forward to the night, the case that was in at the moment had thrown you all though a loop and it was tough to crack. You spent most of the time doing research with Amanda while Sonny was spending more time with Peter trying to piece everything together.

You guys had walked into the bar and found a booth quickly looking over the menus ordering food and drinks. The night seemed to have gone rather quickly with a table getting a few funny looks from others when you all would laugh to loud. You had just finished laughing at a story your vet friend had told you about a dog when you saw two men walk past the table. You knew that walk anywhere and you watched as Sonny and Peter made their way to the other end of the room to sit on bar stools at the long high table that ran up the middle of the bar.

You watched Sonny taking off his over coat putting it on the chair next to him and sitting down. His tie lose and top button undone, your stomach doing somersaults. Your friend that was sitting next to you nudged you drawing your attention back to your table of friends,

"Love at first sight Y/N? They are both hot. You can pick first and I’ll have whoever is left" your friend kissed your cheek playfully, the other two turning around to get a good look at them. You rolled your eyes and started to giggle,

"That one" you pointed at Sonny “Is my partner. And that one” you pointed at Peter "Is the new ADA"

"Wow- you work with them and you’re still not getting any"

"Ha- thanks for that" you rolled your eyes "I better go say hey"

Your three friends started to giggle like little school girls when you stood up straightening your black boot legged pants and fixing up your black squinted elbow length shirt. You had heels on, your hair down curled and a full face of makeup, looking very different from your every day or squad night out look. You made your way towards the two men who were leaning close to each over the table talking,

"I know you guys have a bromance going on, but am I interrupting a date" you laughed, Sonny and Peter looked up at you.

"Hey Y/N" Peter got up slightly off his chair and kissed you on the cheek with a smile “You look different- I mean nice” you both laughed.

Sonny was staring at you star struck, "Wow Y/N, hey" Sonny stood up kissing you on the cheek putting his hand on your elbow "What are you doing here?"

"Christmas catch up" you nodded towards the table of your friends. Sonny and Peter both turning to look, your friends smirking and waving at them, they both waved back "How about you guys?"

"We just came for dinner and drinks" Sonny smiled at you.

"My friends all have to go soon, if you guys are still here I might come and join you?"

"Yeah of course" Sonny blurted out his big smile coming to his face.

"We'll be here for while" Peter smiled at you.

From the moment you got back to your friends till they were getting ready to leave you and Sonny caught each other staring more than once. Sonny's cheeks would go red when you caught him and you would blush when he caught you. Finally your friends where leaving. Peter was looking at the TV and Sonny watched as you hugged and kissed your friends goodbye and then walked over to the chair Sonny's coat was on,

"Still ok if I join you guys?"

"Yeah, take a seat" Sonny smiled at you moving the chair out.

A couple of shots, a cocktail and a jug of water later Peter said goodnight and left, leaving you and Sonny alone.

"Thanks for letting me join you guys" you smiled at Sonny taking a sip of water.

"Of course" Sonny smiled big at you "Y/N with everything going on with the case- I would feel more comfortable if you came back to mine tonight- just in case- it’s late and ya know with everything. You can have my bed, I'll take the couch."

"Ah yeah ok" you lent over kissing Sonny on the cheek "You’re so sweet"

The cab drive home was silent, you both sat in the back looking out your windows as it snowed seeing all the shop fronts decorated for Christmas. You got back to Sonny's and he walked into his room getting you a change of clothes. You went into his bathroom and changed into his track pants and Fordham t-shirt washing off as much of your make-up as you could. When you walked back out to Sonny in his kitchen making tea, you looked him up and down seeing him with his tie off, more buttons lose, shirt untucked, sleeves rolled up past his elbows and socked feet. You took in a deep breath. Sonny heard you and turned to look at you,

“Wanna tea?” Sonny half smiled at you.

“Na, thanks anyway. I might call it a night I’ am tired. Thanks so much again for tonight. Are you sure you’re happy with the couch?” You lent over squeezing his arm.

“Yeah all good” he nodded at you.

“Night Sonny” you kissed his cheek turning away to get into his bed.

You weren’t sure if it was the sound of the car back firing or the bad dream you had that shocked you awake. You settled down your breathing, wiping the tears from your eyes and tapped your phone screen and seen you had only been asleep for about an hour. You jumped out of bed and walked into the living area, the only light in the room was the TV turned down and Sonny’s lit Christmas tree,

“Sonny?”

Sonny sat up slightly just enough to look over the back of the couch and he saw your face in the light of the TV. You started to walk around to him. Standing next to him still laying on the couch.

“Hey Y/N you ok, what’s wrong?”

“I had a bad dream” a tear rolled down your cheek.

Sonny reach out for you pulling you down to lay with him by your hand. He moved himself onto his side, his back against the back of the couch his arm out and he lifted the blanket up so you could get under it. You laid down snuggling into his chest as he put the blanket on you wrapping you in his arms. He used one hand to move your hair out of the way and then started to rub your shoulder blade to comfort you.

“Want to talk about it?” he whispered in your ear. You shook your head and wrapped your right arm around his middle pulling him into you.

“Just hold me- please”

Sonny kissed your cheek tightening his hold on you. You sighed in content nuzzling your face into Sonny’s chest, laying there for a long moment listening to him breathe and his heart beat. You titled your head back so you could look up at him. His eyes met yours and he smiled big with his eye crinkles. His hand that was on your middle moved up to cup your cheek. You both laid there staring into each other’s eyes. Your tummy filling with butterflies and you took in a deep breath,

“Kiss me Dominick”

Sonny brought his lips to yours slowly, your lips meeting for a soft kiss. You arched your body into Sonny’s chest and he whimpered into your mouth. You pulled back, both searching each other faces. You both smiled and you all but pounced back on him, your tongue’s entering each other’s mouths for a deep kiss. Your hand went into Sonny’s hair and Sonny’s went up the back of your shirt rubbing up and down your naked back. You lifted your right leg up to rest on Sonny’s hip tucking it between him and the back of the couch.  Sonny’s hand ran along your back, over your side and up your front to grab at your breast, cupping it in his big hands. You moved so Sonny laid on his back and you rolled on top of him straddling him, Sonny now running his other hand up your shirt to give both breast’s equal attention.

Sonny looked up at you with hooded eyes when you lent down and started to kiss down his neck and you grinded down on him making him moan and grip your chest a little tighter.

“Y/N” Sonny moaned again as you rolled your hips over his hard length leaning up to look down to him “I want you so bad” he bucked his hips up.

“I want you to Sonny” you kissed his jaw.

“But not just for tonight” you lent back looking into his eyes, his hands coming out of your shirt to rest on both sides of your cheeks pulling you down closer to his face “Spend New Year’s with me? Please”

Your lips crashed down on Sonny’s, your kiss deep and needy. You felt Sonny shiver as you ran your hands down his side, pushing his t-shirt up slightly running your hands along the skin above the waist of his Christmas tree pj pants.

You jumped up quickly undressing yourself. Sonny sat up ripping his shirt off, laying down lifting his hips up to push down his boxers and pants. You bit your lip and smiled when you saw Sonny’s hand around himself and reaching for his wallet with the other. You pushed his hand away wrapping yours around him instead leaning over him starting to stroke him. Sonny’s eyes snapped shut dropping his wallet on the floor, grunting.

“Y/N- feels so good babe” he moaned

You plucked the condom out of Sonny’s hand and ripped it open with your teeth. You pulled your hand away, Sonny groaning wanting more. You rolled it on him and moved to hover over him. His hands at his base holding himself steady for you. You pushed down, Sonny sliding into you.

“Oh Dominick” you moaned as you sat down fully on him, his length brushing along your most sensitive parts. You started to roll your hips over him, resting your hands on his chest for balance, Sonny’s hands resting on your hips.

“You’re so beautiful” Sonny started to lift his hips up into you.

You could feel it, tighter and tighter your coil was winding. Sonny looked up at you watching as your head fell back, your hair falling over your back, your lips parted and eyes shut.

“Y/N” Sonny grunted “Look at me”

Your eyes locked with Sonny, the room filled with heavy breathing, moans and whimpers. Sonny could feel you gripping him. He moved one hand pressing his thumb down on your swollen and red pearl over and over. Sonny felt your hands ball into fists on his chest and you wailed ‘Dominick’ loud, your whole body shaking as pure ecstasy washed over you. Sonny moaned loud, breathless gripping on your hips as he came inside you, his body covered in a light sheet of sweat.

You dropped down on his chest, breathless your face resting into Sonny’s neck. You lifted your hips up slightly for Sonny to pull out of you, sliding out from under you to go and clean himself up, after he put the blanket back over your naked body. Sonny was back in no time. You moved for him to lay next to you under the blanket, your back now up against the back of the couch and him facing you.

Sonny snaked an arm around you pulling you into him for a deep kiss,

“You didn’t answer my question” Sonny rubbed his thumb along your cheek bone.

You giggled and wrapped your arm around him pulling him in.

“That wasn’t my answer?” you raised an eye brow grinning.

Like a flash Sonny was standing scooping you up bridal style, pulling a loud gasp from you, carrying you into his room.

“Guess you will have to answer me again”        

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[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Teenage Dirtbag

(Cormac x Jeanie)

Warnings: fluff and smut

A/N: Cormac feels bittersweet about his abnormal teenage years, but a tryst at the abandoned O'Keefe's College with Jeanie changes his mind about what never was.

The last of my birthday weekend self-indulgent drabbles. I dug deep and pulled Cormac back to the front of the closet to wear just for today.

Jeanie inhaled the scent of moss and rain that filled the air around the abandoned boarding school. If it weren't for Cormac, Hannah and Brett this was surely how her own building would end up in a few years. She didn't mind the dynamic it created between her and her boyfriend, or that the purchase was for some ulterior scientific motive. She got to keep the kids and her job, and he got to maintain one of the last untapped portals.

Now they were in Galway where everything started. Or, as Jeanie pointed out once she knew the stories, Cormac’s friends gaslit him for an entire semester.

“That's how comic book villains are born,” she watched as he turned on the power grid and fumbled around with his necklace.

“I suppose,” his catch phrase, “But even Tony Stark created a murder robot. He scrunched his nose and scratched his head in the most adorable way. Then something clicked.

“Tony Stark is a murder robot.”

A calming female voice responded before Cormac had the chance. “Tony Stark is more closely related to a cyborg than a robot. Good morning, Cormac. Jeanie.”

“See how she uses disdain when she speaks to me?! Jarvis doesn't speak like that.”

“Silvia doesn't have disdain for you. She's a computer program.”

Jeanie and Silvia spoke collectively, “I'm an artificial intelligence system.” The schoolteacher pointed at nothing as if to say even they can agree on her being beyond just a program.

“I'm also not female or male, I am a sexless non-binary system. You decided to gender me when you were fourteen years old based on the voice modulation you placed inside of me. I have no body or sexual organs.”

“You just got out Cormac’d!” Jeanie teased as his cheeks grew rosy.

“Come on, I'll show you around.”

----

The next few hours were like visiting a museum of Cormac’s memories. He admitted that he had the ability to go to university much earlier than most anticipated, but he hung around because he actually enjoyed the small group of friends he accumulated his years at O’Keefe’s. Even if his relationship with Martin, the resident Draco Malfoy, was contentious. Even if they were understaffed, underfunded and simply unable to accommodate any real science program. He felt a sense of duty to the school that kept him safe when his Nan could not.

“I could have gone with my mum’s side in Dublin if I wanted. My aunt was just worried what I might just get up to if I did.”

“What, like a criminal?” Jeanie burst into a fit of giggles picturing Cormac in a life of crime. Although.. “That's the Delaneys, right?” Jeanie pondered. “Gordon and I knew some Dublin Delaneys.”

“That's like knowing a Smith.”

They had circled back around to his old dorm room where they had dropped off all their gear for China. Jeanie lingered on the old desk having perched on the corner. Her arms hugged around herself against the draft. Cormac sat comfortably on his old bed stretched out with his arms towards the wall behind him. An aged and browning poster of a full moon above his head.

Jeanie grimaced at the water stains underneath him and tried to hide her disgust. “At least I hope those are water stains,” she joked.

Cormac moved his knees apart and stared down at the bed, “Jaysus, love, what kinda stains d’ye t’ink t’ey are?!”

Jeanie raised an eyebrow. Cormac’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “If you need t’know, I was a shower wanker.”

He was so matter of fact, like he was about everything, Jeanie snorted. Still he made a big production of unpacking his massive sleeping bag and rolling it out along the mattress. He smoothed out the nylon, and presented it to his girlfriend for her to sit down finally.

As Jeanie settled in, Cormac stuffed his hands between his legs and his face flushed. “Do you have a boner right now?! Wait, because I'm on it bed? Is this some.. Puberty regression? AM I THE FIRST GIRL WHO SAT HERE?!” Jeanie couldn't help but squeal.

“NO! Hannah and Tara have sat here loads of times.”

“Yeah, but have you touched their vaginas?”

“JEANIE!”

“CORMAC!”

Jeanie played along and stole a kiss. Her lips pecked his briskly, but then again. They lingered longer so her tongue could sneak just inside his welcoming mouth. She may as well have waged war.

Cormac pushed his own tongue deep inside of his girlfriend’s mouth. As their tongues battled for the upper hand, Jeanie clung to his shirt and laid back on the bed pulling him along with her. She ran her hands under his tee-shirt up his back to dig her nails into his shoulder blades. His forearms on either side of her to prop himself up.

Cormac situated himself inside of Jeanie's legs that drew up alongside his hips. Still fully clothed as they kissed heavily. His belt buckle got trapped by the button of her jeans as they fought to come undressed. Both laughed at the absurdity of acting like horny teenagers simply because they were in a childhood bedroom.

Still, Cormac finally undid Jeanie's pants and tugged them over her hips to her ankles. He was clumsy at the laces of her boots which he gave up on and just yanked off and tossed somewhere in the room. Up on his knees, he threw both shirts he wore over his head. He fumbled with his belt and pants, standing only to strip them off before climbing back on top of Jeanie now in her bra and panties.

The cold air pimpled their flesh, but they ignored it when their kisses commenced. Jeanie’s hands were enmeshed in Cormac’s soft, dark hair. His lips and tongue started to wander to the base of her throat which he nipped and sucked where he could feel her pulse beat under his warm mouth. A brief moment she thought he would bite harder for fun; then he did. All the while he palmed the fabric of her panties in quick succession.

Jeanie’s breath caught at how brazen Cormac was being in broad daylight. Out in the open on top of the sleeping bag instead of in it. The static from portaling that ran through his nerves just under the skin passed on to her. Her brain was too fuzzy with desire to tell if the heat on her sex and clit was from the rapid friction or just the electricity Cormac emitted.

Jeanie couldn't even focus beyond the sensation. Her fingers and hands with a mind of their own drew his boxers down to expose his bare ass to her touch. She used it to draw his no longer secret erection into her entrance. Cormac’s hand and her panties in the way. He happily let her go so he could start pushing into the fabric with the head of his cock. Her ankles locked on his waist so her heels could dig into his lower back. They urged him to rut faster in spite of their underwear.

As klutzy as Cormac was with her jeans and boots, his long fingers were experts at undoing Jeanie’s bra. He kissed her shoulders and arms behind the straps he pulled off to expose her breasts. Breasts his mouth consumed hungrily. His tongue circled and practically inhaled one of her nipples before alternating to the other. He sucked in time to his bucks.

Jeanie deigned to speak, her words punctuated by Cormac’s movements. “I'm.. really..” she moaned “Cold.”

She was, he realized all of a sudden. With more laughter and flourishes, the two managed to zip themselves snug inside the sleeping bag. Jeanie's panties and Cormac’s underwear discarded in the process. Their bodies pressed to each other while his cock pushed into her thigh. The heat was immediate, in more ways than one.

They laid on their sides and faced one another. Cormac’s leg tangled around Jeanie's lower one. Her leg closest to the ceiling wrapped around his hip. Her calf draped along his ass while her hand reached between their bodies and took hold of his shaft. She positioned it just outside her entrance that ached to be filled. All the blood in her body swelled there.

Cormac gazed downwards at her hand, his breathing uncontrolled as Jeanie guided him again inside. Without any more instruction, he thrust inside of her so far and sharply that his pelvis collided with hers. Then he pulled almost completely out and sheathed himself to the hilt again. He repeated this over and over until they found a rhythm. Hips and sexes crashed like meteors with each powered motion.

Jeanie could only hold on. Her nails felt inches deep in Cormac's muscles along his shoulders. she had fleeting thoughts that yesterday wasn't his first time. That he lied perhaps out of embarrassment thinking he was no good.

Except he was, she was out of practice. The last time she had sex this good was.. She didn't want to think of him now. He was gone, Cormac was here. His forehead pressed into her jaw and cheek as he pounded into her. It only just dawned on her his glasses were on, bent at an unnatural angle in the crook of her neck. He didn't like to travel with his contacts in.

At this angle, Cormac hit Jeanie's clit every time he lost himself in her tightening walls. He was silent except for snorts of heavy air like a horse that escaped his nose. Both of them covered in a sheen of sweat until that lightning shot through Jeanie’s body. She coiled and recoiled and drew her boyfriend to her as she came. Cormac’s name echoed off the empty walls.

Not much longer until he did the same with a shudder and a muddled, husky “fuck” in Jeanie's shoulder. Cormac's body trembled which took her aback. Whether it was from the post-orgasm rush, or emotions, she didn't ask. Instead they held onto one another and babbled mindlessly until they fell asleep in the sleeping bag.

It was loud thunder and SILVIA through the old PA system that startled the couple awake.

“Cormac. Jeanie. May I suggest you leave as soon as possible? There is an approaching electrical storm that will surely affect the magnetic field produced by portal travel.”

They rushed to get dressed and repacked. Cormac was annoyed, “If you knew. SILVIA, why the hell didn't you tell me before?”

“Coitus interruptus. Perhaps Ms Turner feels I dislike her, but I can't imagine how much animosity she would display towards me should I interfere with your sexual intercourse. She's already jealous of our long-standing relationship”

Jeanie felt highly uncomfortable at that moment, watched even. Cormac was incensed. “SILVIA.” Then he shut her off, and they were bound for China.

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010. Heady [FFXIVwrite2021]

His voice comes over the Linkpearl unexpectedly.

"A-Aquila......Father is here...I don't know what to do; he's standing right outside Calcifer.....what do I do?" He says in a slightly panicked tone.

"You stay the fuck in the lab and let me deal with him," she replies immediately.

She's given a timid reply, "Ok...."

"Once some ground rules are out, I'll let you know," she explains to him. "But he gets to find out all the ways he will die if he messes with you."

His voice pitches upward a little as he asks, "A-are you bringing Leth? Rolno? Locke? any kind of backup?"

"Locke's still recovering, Rolno's about to get laid, and Leth got shanked earlier," she explains calmly. "Besides, I don't NEED back up now, thanks to Merrick."

Sounding more than just a little concerned, he murmurs, "Alright..."

Their father takes a sip from the cup in front of him as she arrives. Upon seeing him, she draws her blade, assuming the same stance that the former Blade who owned it used.

"...what are you doing here?" she asks coldly.

The man, without looking up, speaks - his cold, nearly monotone, and emotionless voice carries over the wind.

"Is that any way to address your Father? Daughter of mine, I taught you better."

He finally stands up and brushes himself off, and faces her fully, his hands neatly folded behind his back. His eyes looked down at the sword, then back to her; a slightly raised eyebrow was the only indication that he had acknowledged the weapon.

"You PROGRAMMED me - you didn't teach," she corrects him harshly, not taking well to him using that particular phrase. "Not that such'll save you anymore. One of your little projects saw to that."

The man tilts his head. "Oh?"

"Yeah. C-04-01B. Merrick. Somehow, you managed to make him even more monstrous than yourself," she retorts sharply, blade still ready to strike. "Again. Why. Are. YOU. Here."

Her father seems lost in thought for a moment.

"Interesting, I was sure I destroyed him when he malfunctioned.....I suppose he must have found an escape and has since degraded since his creation," He did not seem too concerned with the escaped Clone. "It took me quite a while to find you and Liocyon; I've come to bring you home....seeing as you failed to even do that."

"Spoilers: We're not going, and you've lost the power to make us," she immediately slings at him, still debating on just attacking him. "It was NEVER in the plan to go back, especially after finding out why Lio left."

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he replies, "These antics of yours are growing tiresome, my child."

"You created them at the end of the day," she points out. "I'm pretty sure you were entirely aware of how trying to enslave me was gonna work out."

She's given what passes for an incredulous look by her father as he echoes, "Enslave? is that what you think I was doing?"

This finally breaks from her calm tone of voice.

"Septimus is DEAD because of what you did!" she shouts at him, giving him a gaze that likely has made some random primal rollover disturbed in their sleep. "YOU should be the dead one."

He gave the barest hint of emotion at the mention of Septimus's name; his eyes seemed to soften just slightly.

"What happened to your brother....was a tragedy," He said in a slightly softer tone, "Believe me when I say....that I grieved with the rest of you."

"If that's fucking so, why did you even programme me to kill our family!" she shouts; for the moment, the last vestiges of the conditioning can't fight past her seething rage. "I nearly killed LIO because of your bullshit!"

The almost emotionless state returns the response, "Better to die at the hands of a family member than one of these barbarians."

"If not for these 'savages', Merrick would have succeeded. You're only dealing with me because they rescued me," she retorts hotly, clearly provoked by his words. "If not for them, Lio would be dead. Because that's Merrick's goal - to replace my brother."

This actually gives her father pause before he brushes the information off again.

"That clone is delusional; I never made him for that purpose, for replacing Lio."

"Intent or not, that's what's going on, Father," she counters, the last word sounding like pure venom. "You've created one hell of a mess. He's MURDERED dozens of people - 'savage' and Garlean alike."

Her father furrows his brow as he flatly states, "A pity but hardly my problem or my concern."

"Oh?" she slowly lowers Talekeeper, assuming her...perceived lack of a stance. "Actually, it is. And you're going to fix it."

She's given what passes for a quizzical look as he states, "There is nothing to fix."

"Yeah. There is. Put on that damned monocle and LOOK," she orders him. "There's something only you can repair. It's the only reason you're not dead."

Without bothering to do as asked, he questions, "And what is that?"

"I have an aetherpool. Two pre-teen kids worth of aether. Enough to use aether," she explains to him, like he's five, "but not enough to dispatch your monster."

He makes a motion for her to continue, seeming undisturbed by this news, and she sighs a little.

"I...need you to finish what he attempted. So that I can eliminate the threat he poses to Liocyon," she explains, voice returning to that sort of mimicry of his own. "But don't think I won't stab you, somewhere non-fatal, if you do ANYTHING to Lio."

The man quirks his brow. "You want me to...expand your limited aetherpool?"

She nods at Cicero, "Yup."

"If this conversation had happened a few years ago, I would say it's impossible...." he ruminates before stating, "as it stands, I think I have knowledge and capability to do as you ask; there is one hiccup, though."

Her eyes narrow at him.

"Hiccup? The fact your lab in the Capital can't be accessed?" she asks him.

The man's lips form a thin smile as he gives what might be a mock-praise, "What a smart girl you are."

She smirks a little at that.

"Smart enough to know how to get all your equipment out," she almost teases him.

"Not only my lab equipment but my research notes..." he emphasises, "unless you have a team willing to infiltrate Empire territory and access my lab."

"Pfft. We HAVE your notes already. Tana grabbed every tomestone that wasn't nailed down when she left," she explains to him. "What we don't have, currently, is any of your equipment or anything close enough to it. All that shit here is Sharlayan."

He shrugs and continues, "If you can bring me my equipment, I can work on your little request...I have a condition, though."

She rolls her eyes faintly. "Because, of course, you do."

"I want to see Liocyon."

"And I have conditions on that," she retorts immediately, voice razor-sharp. "You do ANYTHING harmful to him; I will make you regret it. Slowly."

"To the pain."

With a faint sigh and a small wave of his hand, he agrees, "Your theatrics are noted. I assume he is inside that......establishment."

She nods once.

"Yeah, but Calficer's more likely to kill you than let you in," she somewhat smugly points out. "I can go get him, though."

He makes a motion, "By all means."

She decides to prove a point before such. Without warning, she blinks into the Lifestream only to reappear with her sword right across Cicero's neck, edge gently touching such - enough to leave an extremely thin red mark but not enough to cut deeply.

"Just remember my conditions, "Father," she states before blinking again, displacing back to where she was before turning to get Lio. Talekeeper stays out.

Her father seems unphased by the threat "Noted."

She enters the House of Mystery, looking to her pacing brother immediately. "He's aware of the conditions."

Her twin turns paler shade. "He's not g-gone?"

"Nope. We've a little arrangement. He's allowed to speak to you, so long as he doesn't do anything shitty," she explains to her twin. "If he does ANYTHING harmful, I'm corps-a-corps'ing his dick."

He takes a deep breath, his body trembling slightly.

"Alright..." he says weakly. "Ok...just....stay with me, please."

She nods at Lio, grinning. "He can't stop me anymore," she reminds Lio, "so I'll be right beside you unless I have to suddenly castrate him."

Her reflection nods before looking to the door. "Alright then..."

Aquila Aurelius returns with Lio in tow, the rapier still out and perhaps at the ready. Her lack of stance is maddening to anyone who knows how to sword fight.

After they exit the house, her brother stands behind her. "H-hello F-Father...." *He says weakly, his eyes looking towards the ground.*

Cicero Aurelius would calmly watch his daughter and son exit the building, a small smile turning the corner of his lip* "Liocyon....you've changed quite a bit since I last saw you, have you finally embraced science?"

She mutters, "...wears the coat better than you ever did..."

Her twin looks over at her before looking back to his father, trying to explain himself, "I have...it was...it was required, someone needed it..."

Their father looks over to her for a moment before looking back to Lio and nodding.

"Good, good..." He takes a few steps forward as he speaks, "You look so much like your mother....she wanted to be here, you know.."

She glares at him at the mention of their mother, despite the accuracy. "Then why isn't she?" she retorts sharply.

Their father gives her a look as he answers, "It is unsafe for us outside of the safehouse."

Her twin takes a step forward as he eagerly asks, "Mother is here? what about the others?"

She moves her blade between her reflection and their father.

"Ah ah ah," she notes to their father. "And who the fuck's fault is it that she's not safe?"

"The fool that sits on the throne now," the man said simply. "He turned our country into a damn cult."

This causes her blade to focus on their father again, pointed aimed right at his throat as she retorts, "Nah. YOU made it, so none of us are safe outside the estate."

Shaking his head, the man intones, "Everything I did was to make it safe for you and Liocyon."

Her brother gently places his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her, softly murmuring, "Aquila.."

Reluctantly, she drops the sword away from their father's throat, though Talekeeper remains out.

"I don't think experimenting on your own kids and turning them into monsters is really for the best," she points out with a huff.

"Perhaps one day you will understand what I was trying to do,"

their father sighs, "In any case, fine....bring me my equipment, and I will expand your aetherpool...after that, perhaps we can sit down and discuss things as adults?"

Her twin looks between her and their father, moving closer to his sister.

She shakes her head at her brother a little bit.

"...he wasn't supposed to know that, but...fine," she concedes, looking at their father before adding, "...but the conditions stand, even then."

For his part, the man makes a mock 'oops' face as he flippantly states, "My mistake, but fine."

"...I have a shorter blade that I can use," she points out. "Won't kill you, but it'll hurt."

Their father waves his hand as he mocks, "Yes, yes, you're threats are noted...I will take my leave; contact me as soon as you have my equipment."

She nods once, Talekeeper remaining out until he's well and gone.

"Yeah, sure. Say hi to mum for us," she quips.

The man looks back at Lio. "It was.....good to see you again, son."

Her reflection nods as he murmurs, "Father..."

In a flat tone, as he turns, their father states, "Aquila."

"Father."

((Adapted from an RP with Liocyon.))

[mimisempai]

Wait for me on the other side 7/8

Summary:

Will we attend the long awaited meeting?

Notes:

Final stretch before the end... How are you doing?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32948254/chapters/82448716

Loki's apartment - 2021

I WANT TO MEET YOU!

FOR REAL THIS TIME!

Loki turned the drawing over, Mobius had added a few words to it.

Answer me after 6pm, I'll wait by the mailbox.

Loki looked at the clock, it was 5:15 p.m., he took his notepad and his pencil and left in a hurry towards the house on the cliff.

Arriving a few minutes after 6pm, he went to the mailbox, scribbled quickly on his notebook, tore out the page and after putting it in the box, he raised the flag.

It was lowered almost immediately, the start of another conversation punctuated by its movement.

Mobius House - 2019

Mobius was pacing around the box, avoiding looking at his watch every minute, wondering if he had frightened Loki with his request for a date, when the flag suddenly rose.

L -How?

M -Pick a place. I will be there. I promise. Tomorrow, what do you say?

L -Mobius. It's not tomorrow for you. You'll have to wait two years.

M -I don't care. I'll wait. Meet me at the restaurant tomorrow and I'll be there. I'll be two years older, but I'll be there.

L -What will you be doing all that time?

M -Think about you. And working out every day, getting in shape, praying I don't lose my hair...

L -Are you sure?

M -I've never been so sure of anything in my life. I've already lost so much time. I don't want to waste any more with you.

Loki suddenly felt almost dizzy. Mobius had two years to prepare for this appointment while Loki had less than twenty-four hours. He took a deep breath before closing the mailbox.

L - See you in two years, then.

M - See you tomorrow night. Where would you like to go?

Frigga  restaurant - 2019

Mobius entered the restaurant and was greeted by the hostess.

"Hi, I'd like to reserve a table for two."

She flipped through the reservation book before telling him in an apologetic tone, "Well, I'm sorry, but we just received our fourth star and I'm afraid it's extremely difficult to get a reservation at this hour. When did you expect to dine here?"

Mobius replied with a smile, "Two years from tomorrow. September 15, 2021."

The hostess blinked a few times and then closed the book, before answering with a big smile, "We should be able to accommodate you, sir."

Loki's apartment - September 15, 2021 - Morning

Loki prepared to leave for work. He looked at the outfit he prepared for that evening. He couldn't remember when he hadn't felt such excitement. He couldn't remember ever feeling this excited.

September High School - September 15, 2021 - 5pm

As he packed up his things after having finished his last class of the day, and was already looking forward to the evening ahead, he was jolted out of his reverie by Thor's stormy arrival in his office.

"Thank God you're still here."

"Obviously." replied Loki, pointing out with irony.

"I'm sorry, I know it's not your week, but can you do a detention watch for an hour? Jane is visiting between flights and I was supposed to monitor tonight's detention, but-"

Loki looked at his watch and sighed, "Yes, I can, but one hour not more. I have a date."

"Thank you, thank you! I promise, it's just an hour, no more. But I want to hear all about this date tomorrow, okay?"

Loki shook his head and chuckled, "Alright, alright, go meet Jane!"

Before leaving, Thor threw over his shoulder, "I don't know who that is, but I've never seen you smile like that before, Loki, and it suits you! Bye!"

He was gone before Loki had time to answer.

An hour later, Loki was walking quickly towards his apartment. He entered in a hurry, ran into the room and threw off his clothes.

Croki followed him around, curious, as Loki muttered, "He waited two years. What's another half hour? Right?"

He continued his preparations, but at a calmer pace. He put on a dark green v-neck sweater, of a shade that he knew brought out his eyes, at least that's what the saleswoman had told him, a pair of charcoal-colored pants that highlighted his silhouette. He looked at himself two or three times in the mirror before shrugging his shoulders.

A few minutes later, he left his building and took a cab to the restaurant.

Frigga Restaurant - September 2021

Loki stopped before entering. He inhaled several times to calm himself. He was ready, excited but confident. He opened the door with a firm hand.

While removing his coat, he scanned the room. There are not many tables. Before he could find Mobius, the hostess approached him.

"Good evening sir, can I help you?"

Loki cleared his throat, "Yes, I have a reservation. Laufeyson. Or Mobius, I'm not sure what name it was made under."

The hostess examined her book and looked up with a huge smile, "Oh yes! You're the..." she paused before pulling herself together, "Follow me."

Loki was led to a table for two. It was empty. He was a little surprised.

The hostess turned to him and said, a little embarrassed, "I hope you'll forgive me, but I can't help asking..."

"Yes?"

"This reservation is sort of... legendary. It's been here longer than most employees. There's always been intense speculation about who made it, and why, and whether you were really going to show up. Some of the team members even made bets..."

Loki looked around. Throughout the room, waiters were glaring at him. The chefs and kitchen helpers were looking out the kitchen door. Loki suddenly felt very embarrassed.

The hostess immediately apologized, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... I'll send the waiter to get your drink order right away."

A little later a waiter returned and poured Loki a glass of champagne.

"Compliments of the chef."

Loki nodded in thanks.

Just before leaving, the waiter threw him a small smile, "Good luck."

Loki began to sip the champagne, a little more nervous.

Some time later, his glass was empty and he was still waiting, alone at the table. The waiter approached to refill his glass, but Loki stopped him.

He was aware that the restaurant staff was watching him, whispering among themselves. Two hours passed, other customers lingered over dessert, coffee, chatting intimately at the candlelit tables.

Loki was still alone.

After a long moment, he pushed back his chair and stood up. Everyone was looking at him, gravely.

He walked to the front, expressionless, and took his coat, without speaking to anyone before leaving under the sad look of the hostess watching him leave. Loki returned home, alone. His stoic facade began to crumble. He had tears in his eyes.

He took a paper and wanted to write but didn't have the heart. Not now.

House on the cliff - September 16, 2019

The day was gray and windy, Mobius stood in front of his mailbox and read the words "YOU WEREN'T THERE." He shook his head, lost.

M - I'm really sorry. I don't understand. Something must have happened. Look, I have two years. I'll try to fix it.

L -No, Mobius... You don't understand. It's too late. It's already happened.

I'm not upset. I mean, I was at first.

But now I just feel stupid... that I forgot how much a person's life can change in two years.

And for expecting yours not to change.

For expecting you to wait, to stand still, to put your life on hold, for me.

M - But I can do it. I can wait for you. I know I can. I won't forget.

L -Maybe you did. Maybe, wherever you are, you are busy, happy, and living so fully in the present that the dinner you planned two years ago just... slipped your mind. Just like you forget about impossible fantasies when they're over, when you get on with real life.

M - You mean I should go on with my real life?

L- I mean... I think we both should.

After seeing his words, Mobius hurried to answer, his hand trembling with emotion.

Please write to me, answer me.

Mobius put his letter in the mailbox and raised the flag. It stayed up.

An hour later, the flag was still up, Mobius opened the mailbox, there was only the note he had put in.

Hours, then days, then months passed, as Mobius wrote and posted letter after letter. Finally, there was a stack of his letters in the box. They continued to pile up, unanswered. Until the box was so full that Mobius could not put any more letters in.

Bi-Frost Bar - Février 2022

It was winter, everything outside was covered in snow.

Loki was sitting at a table with Bruce, Thor, Heimdall and Carol.

They were now meeting here at least once a week after work.

As Bruce and Carol debated some obscure point of astronomy, mediated by Heimdall, Thor leaned toward Loki and put his hand on his arm.

"Are you okay?"

Loki gave a half-smile and answered honestly because Thor was one of the few people who could read him, "I've been better."

"Are you still writing to your mysterious pen pal."

Loki, his throat tight, could not answer and shook his head.

Thor simply said, without insisting, "I'm sorry, Loki, if you need to talk, you know my phone number."

Loki did not answer.

Later, as he returned home, he found a message on his answering machine.

"Hi, Lo. It's Sigyn. I'm in town. I had to come in for a meeting."

Loki started to press the button to delete the message, when Sigyn's voice continued, "A real one this time. I swear to you. Call me. Only if you feel like it."

The next evening Loki and Sigyn were sitting in the pizzeria where they had met before. Neither of them really felt comfortable.

Sigyn said quietly, "I didn't think you'd come out."

Loki replied wryly, "Don't take this personally but..."

Sigyn interrupted him, "You couldn't say no to the free meal."

"Exactly." they both laughed.

Then Loki asked, "So. How did your ' meeting ' go?"

Sigyn looked slightly offended at the way Loki had emphasized the word meeting.

"I told you I didn't make it up, it really happened. They offered me a job.A bigger firm. I'm going to be in-house counsel." She smiled proudly before continuing, "Call them if you don't believe me."

A little later, they arrived in front of Loki's residence which was on the way to Sigyn's hotel. They stopped at the door.

Sigyn said quietly, "I took this job because I wanted to. This is not an ambush, Lo."

Loki nodded and replied softly, "Well, that's great news.  Congratulations, Sigyn. I'm really happy for you."

Sigyn smiled, "Thank you, and thank you for coming."

Loki leaned over and kissed her goodnight, briefly. Sigyn looked surprised and pleased.

Loki watched her, it was comfortable and familiar, but then his gaze slipped to the tree behind Sigyn. Its leaves swayed in the night air. It was the tree Mobius had planted. Loki looked at it, then closed his eyes and shook his head. "No, I'm sorry Sigyn, but I can't."

After a tearful goodbye, as he walked back up to his apartment, Loki muttered to himself, "I may not be able to meet him, but I can't lie to myself either."

Mobius House - 2020

The mailbox was covered with snow. It was so cold that the lake had frozen over. Mobius, who was walking outside, looked inside the mailbox, by reflex. It was empty. He closed it slowly, disappointment on his face.

Distracted, he didn't notice that Croki was walking away quickly, towards the forest.

Mobius finally looked around.

Croki started to run. Mobius chased him. But soon, in the density of the forest, he did not see him anymore. Mobius ran straight ahead, continuing to call. He tripped on a stump and fell into the snow, he got up and called again, looking around, upset. Croki was really gone.

Mobius was about to run again, when he suddenly stopped. A realization dawned on his face.

Croki was going to find his new owner.

Mobius knew what he had to do.

A few days later, he was talking in the living room with Casey.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Mobius replied with a wistful look on his face, "Yes, I need to move on, staying here, I won't make it."

Casey nodded, understanding and added simply, "If you need help, you can count on me."

A few weeks later, "Mobius packed the house methodically and with determination. He assembled boxes with tape and threw his things in. He put the trash in bags, swept and mopped.

As he was tidying up, he found the stack of letters from Loki. He looked at them for a moment, then packed them up and shoved them in the bottom of a cardboard box before carrying the box to the attic and sealing it.

Hill & Fury Law Firm - 2020

Mobius checked the address on his phone, walked in, and headed to the front desk.

"Hello, I'd like to speak to Sigyn Iwaldi, I don't have an appointment, but tell her it's Mobius and it's urgent."

A few minutes later, Sigyn arrived in the lobby, and motioned for him to follow her into an adjoining meeting room.  She barely greeted him and did not look happy to see him.

Mobius didn't wait and asked her point-blank, "Do you still want to rent a house by the lake?"

He didn't wait for an answer and tossed her a bunch of keys. Sigyn looked puzzled.

Mobius continued, "That's what Loki wants."

Sigyn looked angry and asked him abruptly, "How can you know that? How can you know what he wants? Besides, we're not even..."

Mobius shook his head, "I don't want to know anything, but trust me this is what he wants."

Mobius waited no longer and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Later, as Sigyn was opening her car, something caught her eye in the distance. An alligator was slowly strolling down the street, looking lost but heading straight for her. It was Croki.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (End)

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I've said in the last chapter, as a reader I hate cliffhangers. So for you, I've put the turbo on and I'm just saying, stay tuned... you won't have to wait until tomorrow for the last chapter... maybe with only one comment on this chapter, I'll be convinced to publish it even sooner... 😏

[cannyouuhearmenoww]

I Will Choose You Every Day

Making choices has never been my strong suit

Past events, friends, fights, attitudes, grades, weight can all testify to that

The problem is I'm always making choices for someone else

I'm always considering how what I do will effect those around me

And often I'm striving to please the wrong people

In recent years I've been better at looking out for me and my health, mentally and physically

When making changes one of two things can happen, either you fall right back into old habits or you tip the scale too far in the other direction

I fell back into the habit of being with someone who I needed to take care of

Then when I decided to let go and move on I jumped off the deep end of the other extreme

I became selfish

And I'm sorry you had to meet me that way

But loving you has brought me back to balance

For the first time I'm in love and being loved back by someone who can take care of themselves

As much as we joke and kid you could never get by without me, in reality we both know you'd thrive no matter what

And it's the most liberating feeling in the world to know you'd be fine without me but you still choose to be with me

I don't feel guilty for taking care of myself anymore because you support me unconditionally and you're not afraid to tell me if I've gone too far

You've shown me more patience than anyone else in your life and that's how I know loving me is not a fleeting romance for you

It's something real that you choose to work at every day

If I could go back and change the things I've said and done out of selfishness I would

I wouldn't have made you hear about him, I would've trashed all those pictures, I would have told my friends about you, I would have declared my love for you proudly, I would have heard you out instead of saying no just to say no

I would've never made you doubt this was as real for me as it is for you

I can't change the past but I can tell you the truth

The truth I thought would make me vulnerable, needy, and pathetic

The truth you've never been afraid to share with me

I'm choosing to share it with you now

Bryan, I started falling in love with you from our first encounter

(Well actually even before that)

From the minute I saw you enter orientation I thought you were so handsome

You had a smile that lit up the whole room

And a laugh that was absolutely intoxicating to hear

I don't know if you even realize it, but you have a magnetism about you that draws people in with your charm and charisma and I felt it right away

You were the first non administrator to greet me in the lunchroom

You came right up without any hesitation

Knowing you as well as I know you now I know you'll laugh when I tell you how nervous you made me

I tried to keep a cool and calm composer but I'm sure my blushed face and shaky words were a dead give away

I wanted to take your invitation, I really did, but I couldn't get up the courage to

I was so scared I'd go with you and I'd make a bad first impression on you and everyone else because I was so shy and nervous

So I went with the safe bet and stuck with the people who were just as scared and nervous as I was

It was the cowardly thing to do and I beat myself up over it for weeks after that

But you gave me hope I hadn't completely messed up because in the computer lab you included me in conversation and even offered a tour for the new people

I admired (and envied) your confidence and for the first time in that new and scary place I felt safe and it was with you

Our following encounters were meaningless in the most meaningful ways

You would help out in our class to do puzzles, projects, and games and bring excitement to otherwise monotonous days

I found myself eagerly looking towards the door at the sound of the handle turning hoping it would be you

And feeling disappointment in the pit of my stomach when I didn't see your face

Based on our personalities it is no surprise you were the first one to suggest activities that involved spending more time together like going to pick up lunch

When you asked if I'd be interested in dressing up together for Halloween you made me feel like somebody for the first time in a while

I felt special, you had friends who wanted you to dress up with them and of all those people you wanted to do something with me

A girl you barely knew (who often gave you a lot of attitude because she didn't know how to flirt with you to save her life)

For the first time since I had started that job 2 months earlier I was excited on my way in that morning

I knew it was going to be a fun day, and not because of any activities, but because I knew I had a reason to spend more time with you

I had no idea how hard that day was going to be for you

I knew you received failing test results the night before but it was not until later on that I would find out the magnitude of what that truly meant to you

I was impressed by how you kept a brave face on through everyone asking and offering condolences and suggesting you'd have better luck next time

I remember wanting to say more about it but knowing it wasn't my place

When you asked me to go out with you after work I don't think I could have said yes fast enough

Which was surprising to me because normally the thought of going out alone with someone I barely knew would leave me riddled with anxiety

But instead I found myself smiling at the thought of having all of your attention on me

Sitting there at the bar with you I knew that was it for me

The conversation flowed so naturally, my face hurt from laughing and smiling so much

Everything about it felt natural; confiding in you, sitting close to you, letting time pass with you

On the night after your birthday, a night that was supposed to be celebrating you, you chose to take me out for drinks and then to the haunted house I wanted to go to so bad

When we arrived I was admittedly more scared than I thought I would be but being with you kept me calm

I trusted you so much even as acquaintances

Here I was at a haunted house, with a guy I barely knew (but was very interested in), dreading going home to a boyfriend who loved me but even at our best never made me feel this alive

The chemistry I felt when I grabbed your arm was undeniable, I didn't want to let go but I knew I had to

I hated saying goodbye to you that night

I hated the uncertainty of what that night meant to you

I was left pleasantly surprised when you messaged me on Instagram that night (we still hadn't even exchanged numbers yet)

I remember my face lighting up when I get your message and being so excited to tell my family about the time I had spent with you

And they called it right away, they could tell my heart was beating for you a mile a minute, and they feared what my next choice would be

Just 2 nights later we went out again, this time you wanted to introduce me to your best friend

As a girl, meeting a guy's female best friend, is probably one of the most nerve racking experiences because girls can be brutal

But once again you proved I was safe with you and you never left my side the whole evening

We were at a table with a group of other people in an overcrowded bar and yet somehow it felt like we were the only 2 people in the world

From there came the nonstop messages, the never ending conversation

I would struggle to stay awake at night to talk to you and wake up excited to see what message I would have waiting for me in the morning

I was absolutely addicted to conversing with you, we could talk about anything

TV, movies, music, friends, family, school, philosophies, anything

You were my best friend

Weekends became the hardest part, during the week work was an excuse to see you and get together after but I wanted reasons for to see you more

I remember buying our Silverstein convert tickets and counting down days on my calendar to Brittany's engagement party

I remember it became harder with every passing day to keep lying to the people in my life about you

I chose to keep you a secret, I chose to try to continue my life's status quo and in doing that I chose to hurt you

I was selfish, I didn't want anything to ruin what we already had going and I didn't want to fully commit to what we were so clearly becoming

My poor choices caught up to me the first day I went to your house

On the drive to your house (from North Plainfield) I remember thinking about how much I had missed you over the past couple days and how much I would miss you for the week you'd be away

Now at this point I knew I liked you, and I wanted you, but I had no idea I was going to leave that night in love with you

You greeted me at the door with my favorite wine, you showed me to your room and put on your favorite movie

You told me why it was your favorite and I let your every word pull me closer and closer to you until we were merely inches away

You ordered us food, we did our normal amount of bantering and laughing and I knew I could do this with you every day for the rest of my life

You took me out for dessert and showed me all the places in Montclair you'd like to take me one day

We saa at the bar with question cards in hand, making light of the cheesy blind date game on the counter

As questions passed our answers became more involved and you said something I'll never forget

We were talking about why you went into physical therapy, you told me stories of how you've seen physical therapy change people's lives

You said "all I want to do is make a difference, I want to help people in any way I can, so I chose a career that would allow me to help people physically and mentally"

Those words stood out to me because that's all I had ever wanted since I got into psychology and nutrition and fitness

I wanted to help people feel as good as they can, and if I can have a positive influence on even one person in my life I will have succeeded in that goal

Having the same hopes, goals, values, and dreams as someone is rare

I knew you were something special, you could never be just a friend

When we got back to your house I could have chosen to go home

You could have chosen to ask me to leave

But instead to invited me in and I said yes

We repositioned ourselves on your bed but this time I couldn't bear to waste anymore time away from you

I took a chance you felt the same way and would be okay with my resting my head on your shoulder

I felt discouraged when you didn't immediately wrap me up in your arms, but I knew you were being respectful of my situation

Eventually I wore you down and for the first time we laid together, body to body, breathing in unison

You were excited to tell me about your favorite show and I was excited to see you so happy

It took almost 2 hours but you finally got up the courage to tilt my chin up towards you and bring our lips together

I felt catatonic shock, like there was an electric charge running through my veins

I felt all the hair on my body stand up and tensed up muscles begin to melt and relax

I wanted to keep going but I chose to stop because that moment validated everything I felt towards you was real

I drove home that night with my head spinning determined to use your time away to as a chance to clear my head

All my thoughts revolved around you, and even after our conversation about how you felt towards me, I once again made the cowardly decision to put off making a choice between you and him

I started cluing in my friends and family about what had happened and they were not happy with me

I had once again made a choice that disappointed everyone so I decided in that moment to be selfish

I kept doing what I was doing because it was making me happy without considering what I was doing to you

When you got back I knew things were different between us

You took me to dinner and museum in the city, by an standards a romantic date, and I was cold and distant

I felt guilty over my difficulty to make a choice

But you never faultered, you stayed positive, and continued to work to win me over

Then came the engagement party, an event I had so been looking forward to since you had invited me

I got my hair done the way you suggested and agonized over what to wear to impress you

As the alcohol continued to flow we got more and more comfortable putting our hands on one another and I was overly excited to go home with you

You held my hand for the first time in the car and once we got in bed you grabbed my face, with more force than before

You kissed me without stopping

I kissed you back and in that moment I had never wanted someone so bad in my life

But even with my head clouded with desire the little voice of guilt returned and I knew I couldn't go through with it, not like this

I made the choice to say no and I knew that made you feel unwanted and I'm sorry

I knew I would not be able to say no forever, not even for a week

The following week you planned a special date for us, because once again you were not ready to give up on me

You took me to medeveal times, another place I wanted to go, and showed me a real date could be like with someone you click with

I knew that would be our night

I knew this time if you made a move I wouldn't say no

I knew you'd make a move

I felt the same electric charge of desire and excitement as the first time we kissed

With you body pressed against mine I knew you had been lusting over the thought of this encounter

You made me feel pleasure I had never felt before and with our bodies together as one for the first time I fell deeper in love with you

I didn't want that night to end, I didn't want to return to my reality of still having to choose

My choice was clear but I was still so scared to take the jump with you

I knew as time passed I had to act soon or I'd lose you forever

With that thought in my head I officially chose you the day I said goodbye to him

I said I wanted time to myself but that was a lie, I wanted you, but I didn't want you to doubt my feelings

I didn't want to scare you away with the notion that you were only a rebound

I wanted you, I chose you, I was committed to making it work with you

I think we were both in a state of euphoria when we were finally free to be together

I spent every night with you over winter break

But reality hit us as hard as my back hit the mountain on our snowboarding trip

I couldn't put a label on us because I was scared of what people would think and I was choosing to please them over you

I was still talking to you as only a friend when you deserved my respect as a partner

I made a lot of my mistakes that first month that I wish I could take back

Happiness was finally back in our lives when we chose our special day and that high carried us to Valentine's day

I took you for granted that day and I'm sorry

Even though we smiled through most of the evening I'll never forget the fight that ensued upon arriving home

For the first time I was scared of really losing and there was nothing I could say because all your complaints were true

I wasn't treating how I'd treated others and you deserved better because you were the best thing that had ever happened to me

I promised to be better but the lingering resentment only led to more fights

There was one week in March I was convinced that would be it

You were upset with how I ignored your friends in the halls, shared secrets that were meant to stay between us and made you question if I was truly in this with you

I was being selfish

That was a rock bottom for me

I knew I had to change

I knew everything you were telling me was for my own good, not for selfish motives

I know I'm not perfect now but I hope you see how far I've been trying to come for you

I hope you know I'm here for better and for worse

I hope you know any future involving you would make you happy

I'm done being selfish

I'm choosing you always

I know making these choices was what was best for us because this time spent with you since then has been the happiest of my life and I mean that sincerely

And all I could think of at the wedding cerey the other night was the vows I would write to you

I would vow to support you no matter what, with work, with your test, with you furthering your coaching and education, I'd be here for it

I would vow to always be loyal to you above everyone else because you are the most important person in my life

I would vow to be honest with you, no matter how hard that may be or how scared I may be to do so

I would vow to always be the best person I can be because you deserve no less, and even if I suck at taking criticism I'd do my best to hear you out always

I would vow to respect you always, I would give you space when you ask for it and always speak to you as my equal and never question your feelings

I would vow to love you, whether it be through words or actions

Most importantly I would vow to choose you, to wake up every day and never be afraid to let the world know that I am yours and you are mine because you have given me the courage I have always lacked

And even though marriage is a long way away, I vow these to you now

I love you more than anything Bryan

I choose you as I always have and I always will ❤️

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'i'll be okay because i know you're back here' for fenalin/kathmyl?

whoops this got quite long and i think we veered away from the prompt somewhat, but anyway here it is! co-written with @darkmoontrigon

The party had finally gotten off that cursed boat and back onto solid ground, and Kathmyl couldn’t have been happier. She had spent the last night blissfully asleep for the first time in a week, and was now up early but chipper for the last watch of the morning.

Sending Vassar back to his tent for a couple hours, Kathmyl settled in by the embers of their fire and warmed herself while she watched the sun start to rise. It was a peaceful morning, which was perhaps why she noticed the movement through the brush at the edge of the clearing. Nothing came of it, but she figured she’d tell the others when they woke.

Yawning, Fenalin belted on her hidden knife and slung her knapsack and staff over her shoulder before pushing aside the tent flap. Vassar was back from watch and already snoring in his bedroll, which meant it was time for her to collect firewood. Without it, there would be no hot food for breakfast. And they couldn’t have that.

The sky had lightened enough for her to clearly see Kathmyl seated cross-legged by the remains of last night’s fire. She changed her trajectory to pass by on her way out of camp. “I’m off to get us a bit of wood. Anything interesting out here?”

“Oh! Good morning, Fenalin,” Kathmyl called cheerily. “Um, I may have seen something moving around in the bushes out there. Maybe don’t go too far, just in case?”

Goodness, the dwarf was very… awake. “Any idea what it might’ve been?” said Fenalin, rubbing one eye.

“Mmm, no, sorry. It seemed small though. Probably nothing to worry about, but please be careful, Fenalin?” She didn’t seem that awake, but she would probably be fine. She’d proven she could handle herself before.

Another yawn. “Of course I will. And I won’t go out of shouting distance, so if anything goes wrong, you can come rescue me.” Fenalin winked, or maybe blinked - it was so early still - and headed out of the packed-dirt clearing in which they’d spent the night.

“Oh, right. That seems okay,” Kathmyl said. She felt her face heat up a bit as she watched Fenalin go, though, and tried to keep track of her until she was completely out of sight. Once she was gone, Kathmyl sighed and leaned back, content to watch the sky for the moment.

The bushes held nothing frightening as far as Fenalin could tell, though the low foliage came up to her chin in some places and rose above her head in others, blocking out the approaching daylight. She moved beneath the wide ferns and dense twiggy shrubs and around the tangled tree roots, collecting the driest sticks she could find. Few and far between in this damp, spongy terrain. She had nearly a full armful and was reaching down for another stick she could see when it jerked out of her hand. A snake? A tail? Yelping, she scrambled backward, losing most of her kindling, then gave a proper full-voiced shout as a claw-tipped hand closed over her shoulder. She yanked herself free and whirled around, drawing her staff, but the owner of the claw had already melted back into the brush. Fenalin readied a bolt of flame, gathering the energy at the dragon’s-head tip of her staff, waiting for the slightest movement. There - a rustle. She sent a blast of fire in the direction she’d heard the sound, but there was no pained howl, only charred, curling ferns.

She did not lower her staff. “Come out!”

Another faint rustle, and then something, or perhaps several things, pounced on her from behind, knocking her flat with her cheek in the loam, her staff trapped under her round little body. More clawed hands caught at her and held her still, and she shouted again, as loud as she could, as a musty-smelling cloth sack came down over her head.

“Kathmyl!”

Kathmyl was on her feet before she’d even fully registered why. Had that been a shout? From Fenalin? She was unarmored, but picked up her hammer and shield and moved cautiously towards the edge of camp. Once she was away from the tents, she called out. “Fenalin! Hello, can you hear me?” A pause. Nothing. “Fenalin!” she called again, moving off in the direction the halfling had gone. Still, there was nothing. Kathmyl moved cautiously then. If something had attacked Fenalin, it could still be near by. She really really hoped nothing had attacked Fenalin. Soon, though, she found what she’d been expecting but hoping not to find. There was a big patch of ruined brush, where Fenalin and at least one other thing had probably been struggling, and a path of broken branches leading away. Well at least whatever had taken her wasn’t subtle, and there didn’t seem to be blood. “I’m coming, don’t worry,” she said to herself.

There was no way Fenalin could summon Arazel while being hefted bodily through the bushes. It just wasn’t happening. And she had no idea where her staff was. She couldn’t tell how many of the sharp-clawed creatures had ahold of her at any given moment - it could be any number between two and twelve, judging by the way they appeared to be passing her from hand to hand - but it was more than she could take on without her staff, certainly. Never mind her bound hands and the infernal sack blocking her sight. They hadn’t gagged her, and she’d tried shouting, but received a heavy-handed slap to the side of the head for her trouble. Well. As long as they weren’t kobolds. And if Kathmyl hadn’t caught up to them by now, perhaps she was still safe at camp, enjoying the sunrise.

Abruptly, the rustle of underbrush stopped and Fenalin felt many hands on her at once, shoving her small but corpulent body through some narrow space or other. She wriggled and kicked and tried to make it difficult, but the hands were pulling from below and shoving from above and poking and prodding her stomach until finally she popped free and tumbled downward with a strangled yelp. She didn’t even hit the floor below; more hands caught her and carried her along. The air felt damper here, smelled earthier. Was she underground?

Kathmyl followed the trail as well as she could. It took some time, but eventually she heard some rustling in front of her. Her shield had been raised and she brought her hammer up to match before calling out, “I just want- the halfling woman back. No trouble. Please return her.” She waited, but there was no response, at least not verbally.

Instead, a huge rat creature came careening out of the bushes behind her, barely giving her enough time to get her shield between them. She shoved it away and held her shield high, calling to Bahamut for protection and feeling a barrier rise around her to replace her armor still in the camp. The creature was fast, but Kathmyl was getting better with her hammer, and its next rush in ended prematurely with a thwack to the head. She hadn’t found Fenalin yet, but at least she was pretty sure what had happened to her.

They’re rats? Were-rats, more likely, since even the smallest of them was a good head taller than her. One of the creatures watched her, beady-eyed, through the wooden bars of the enclosure they’d tossed her into before removing the sack from her head. She glared it down, her hands bound at the small of her back. “You may have taken my staff, but don’t think I can’t still set you on fire.”

A snort of derisive laughter. “I know your kind, Pact-bound. Your master’s power stems from your weapon. Without it, you cannot access your magic, and you,” he jabbed a taloned finger through the bars at her, “cannot hurt me.”

Fenalin balled up her fists and turned her back to her guard so that he could see the lick of flame she’d summoned to her hands. She preferred casting fireballs with her staff, of course, but a mere show of power would do for the moment. Sure enough, she heard the were-rat scuttle backward with a snarl.

Kathmyl pushed forward through the brush, and before long she found what seemed to be an entrance to a den. Two of the rat folk were waiting for her, though they fell quickly as she channeled her light through her hammer, and she was left alone facing the hole in the ground. Summoning up what she could to defend herself without any real armor, she took a deep breath and strode in, shield ready.

They came at her from the left and right as soon as she stepped through. Her shield took the hit from the left but the right clashed against her divine barrier, driven back with a hiss both from the rat and the singed fur. Still she stumbled to the side, and had to take a risky swing to keep the other one off of her. She flared her aura to give herself some space, but she had no idea how many of these things there even were. “Fenalin!” she called out, “I’m here!”

Over her shoulder, Fenalin saw the guard turn at the sound of the nearby scuffle and the shout - Kathmyl -  and that was when she sent the blast of flame at him. It was a poorly aimed one, and not particularly large, but it traveled the short distance between her and the guard and caught at his roughspun tunic. While he yelped and beat at the licking flames, she pressed her face close to the bars and shouted down the burrow corridor, “Kathmyl! Can you hear me? Hello?”

“Fenalin! Yes, I’m comin-” Kathmyl was cut off by a sudden blow to her side. There were so many of these things, and her holy barrier was good, but not the same as her armor. The wererats weren’t strong, she could take one down easily, but the sheer numbers had her worried. She tried to make her way towards Fenalin, but before she managed it, she realized she’d been backed up against a wall with several hissing rats approaching quickly. “Fenalin!” she shouted, a little more urgently this time.

Kathmyl needed her, and so she had to get out of this cage. With the screams of her guard loud in her ears, Fenalin concentrated her next burst of flame more carefully, on the viney ropes they had used to bind her wrists. It caught and burned through, singeing her skin, but it didn’t matter because her hands were free and now she could stretch an arm out of her prison and reach, as far as she could, trying to get a grip on her staff where it leaned against the dirt wall just outside. Her fingertips brushed the smooth black haft and it toppled, thankfully towards her. Fenalin grabbed it by the carved dragon’s wing and hauled it in through the bars, leveled it, loosed a blast of hissing, steaming acid that melted the wooden bars more quickly and completely than burning them would have done. She hopped carefully over the stinking puddle on the floor, kicked away the wildly grasping hand of the guard as he made a panicked grab for her ankle, and hurried in the direction from which she’d heard Kathmyl’s voice.

Kathmyl was getting worried, and that was only making things worse. Her barrier was starting to fade, having stood up to numerous blows, and while the wall behind her and the shield in front of her provided broad protection, there were simply too many of them. She made a clumsy swing, slow and hesitant, and suddenly her hammer was smacked from her hand, skidding off through the small crowd that had now gathered around her. She reached for her inner light, trying to call Bahamut to her aid in any way she knew how, but she couldn’t focus, to with the beating and scratching. One of the rats bit her arm, and the last of her protection gave in, allowing its teeth to sink into her. She cried out, and the other took that as their cue to press forward. With one arm in a vice and her shield pressed to her chest, she was on the ground, surrounded within moments.

It took Fenalin only moments to reach the scuffle, but all she could see at first glance was a great writhing pile of rat-men, scrambling over and around each other in a solid mass. Preoccupied with their prey, none of them appeared to notice her as she drew forth from herself the energy for another flame blast, channelling it through her staff this time, enveloping the whole heap in the hot stink of burning fur and a cacophony of agonized screaming. She hoped Kathmyl was protected beneath the bodies of her attackers from the spell’s heat; even as she thought this, the loss of energy left her stumbling against the wall of the burrow, leaning on her staff for support. This had better be all of them; she didn’t have another attack of this size in her.

It wasn’t all of them. More were-rats swarmed up the tunnel behind Fenalin, snarling in fury at the scent of their burning brethren, while the relatively uninjured ones near the bottom of the pile pushed aside the dead or dying ones and charged to meet her. Taking a deep breath, Fenalin raised her staff up vertically with both hands and felt the sudden sharp prick in the handle, the quick drain of her energy as the weapon drank deeply of her blood. As the first set of teeth latched onto her knapsack and claws dug into her arms and legs, she smashed the staff down, sending that energy out from where she stood in all directions with a rolling crash of thunder, fissures gaping suddenly in the tunnel walls, the floor. Rats lost their footing and toppled, and loose dirt and stones began to fall from the destabilized ceiling. Gasping and weakened, relying on her staff to stay on her feet, Fenalin waded through the fallen monsters towards where she suspected Kathmyl to be.

Kathmyl felt choked and crushed as the were-rats piled on to her, and the feeling only got worse when the flames joined the mix. The bodies on top of her took the worst of it, but the fire pulled the air out her lungs and replaced it with scorching heat. She could have sworn it was going to be happening forever, until it just as suddenly stopped. The earthquake was almost worse. If the crack that opened up under her arm had been under her torso instead, she would have said definitely worse, but as it was, she started to struggle to her feet. As her head breached the unfortunate sea of singed fur and flesh, she spotted Fenalin moving towards her, unsteady and using her staff for support. “Fenalin!” she called out, saying it with a feeling of relief for the first time today. Even though she was pulling herself free from dead beasts, she felt herself smile for the first time since she’d left camp.

Kathmyl’s grin was bright and genuine in her dirt-smudged face, but Fenalin could definitely see blood on her arm as she raised it to wave. The ground was still pitching about underfoot, and larger chunks of the tunnel’s ceiling were crashing down on the panicked rats behind them. Fenalin grabbed Kathmyl’s less injured arm and half-leaned on her, dragging them both towards the hole they’d stuffed her down earlier. Her legs trembled, and not because of the unsteady floor. “Whatever possessed you to follow me without your armor?”

Kathmyl’s right arm wasn’t good for much at the moment, but she reached over and wrapped it around Fenalin’s hand which was holding her arm. “Well I had to come quickly. I didn’t know what was wrong. It looks like you could have handled this without me, though.” When they reached the hole, Kathmyl helped push Fenalin through with her shield, and then did her best to crawl out herself, despite her injuries.

“I could have, yes, and then we wouldn’t both be in this mess,” grunted Fenalin, hauling Kathmyl out after her. Even without the extra twenty pounds of chainmail, the dwarf woman was heavy, and Fenalin’s arms were lacking in muscle. The ground still shook beneath them; that spell had a wider range than Fenalin had realized. Perhaps she should have tried it out before now. “How badly are you hurt? Can you make it back to camp?”

“I- I didn’t want to leave you alone,” Kathmyl defended, lamely. “But yes, I think I can make it back. Here, wait a second.” Kathmyl gently laid a hand on Fenalin’s shoulder and closed her eyes. Things still weren’t great, but at least she could focus. Taking a deep breath, she drew in light, and then let it flow towards each of them. She felt her bruises and cuts fade, and even the throbbing in her arm dulled noticeably. “There,” she said with a smile, “now we should be okay, right?”

The deep, careful healing spells Kathmyl used on the stumps of her severed fingers took a while to cast, and targeted just her hands. This one felt like a broad wash of restorative energy that lessened Fenalin’s immediate hurts and and made up somewhat for the blood her staff had taken in exchange for that last powerful spell. Despite the occasional tremor still shaking the ground, Fenalin felt steadier. Or maybe that was just Kathmyl’s hand on her shoulder, or her bright smile. Hadn’t she been about to scold Kathmyl for something? “That should, ah. That should do it, yeah.”

It was still a stumbling, clumsy journey for the the two small creatures, though they followed the trampled path left by Fenalin’s capture. “Kathmyl?” she ventured as they helped one another push gingerly through a tangle of thorny vines. “Perhaps don’t mention this to my brother? I’ve no wish to worry him.”

“Oh, okay. As long as you’re not hurt, I think. You’re not hurt, are you? They didn’t do anything to you?” Fenalin looked okay, but Kathmyl couldn’t help thinking of the scars she’d shown her, crossing her body.

Fenalin had felt the claws on her, but they hadn’t sunk in, or slashed her open anywhere that she could tell. The tooth punctures in Kathmyl’s arm looked much more serious than any of the minor scrapes and bruises Fenalin might have otherwise complained about. “I’m well enough. How’s your arm?” If the dwarf woman had taken the time to strap on her armor, or better yet, stayed in camp, she’d be better off than she was now.

“Um, not great, really. I’m glad you got there when you did, so thank you. I think I’ll dress my arm in my tent when we get back. You’re, you’re welcome to join me if you wish. For- for your wounds.” She almost didn’t add the last bit, but felt her face turning red as she looked at the ground in front of them anyway.

With a smile beginning at the corners of her mouth, Fenalin bumped her shoulder against Kathmyl’s. “Wouldn’t miss it.”