#I ordered them a long time ago and forgot about them and then suddenly there is this little sticker package at the door

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hello again! I am that Anon that requested the Reader is a Smiling Critter and blah blah, I need more and thank you for making these, my heart is filled <3

This is gonna be quite detailed, feel free to change it!

Note: This might be a lil ooc or perhaps more of an AU?? Ah yes, Dogday's legs aren't gone, still attached just for the sake of the nature of the dynamics here.

The reader is a Smiling Critter once again, they had a dream about their old friends ( ex: Smiling Critters or maybe the other toys ). After they woke up in tears, soon they decided to go around the factory in hopes of finding the mini toy versions of their old friends, something to hopefully lessen the ache in their heart. Yeah, they also forgot to tell Catnap where they went and uh the living mini toys noticed their absence and reported it to Catnap 💀

Catnap ain't happy about it, he finishes up whatever he was doing and went on to find the Reader himself ( we're special jk- ). Later, he finally found them, whatever he felt at that time came to halt as he saw the Reader sitting down on the floor, in a pile of toy versions of their old friends, HIS old friends, their old friends, silently weeping to themselves. Without a second thought, he curled up around the reader, patting their head as if to silently reassure them it'll be okay, Catnap was actually genuine about it though the reader knew that it's not that simple ( with the whole prototype and how Catnap just listens to him 💀 ). But in their sadness and loneliness, they let their guard down and sink into the giant cat's affection, feeling nostalgic as they remember they always used to do this during naptime, with THEIR old friends.

After the reader fell into a deep sleep, Catnap decided to just stay where they were even with second thoughts in his mind, in this very moment, the old Catnap is back, not the one that follows the Prototype like a lost puppy. The Catnap his old friends know, the one Dogday knows, the one Reader knows. But he snapped back to his senses, deciding to rest his head on top of the Reader's in order to shutdown all those thoughts, purring while at it. This is ALL FOR THEM, FOR JUSTICE, TO END THE MADNESS, the Prototype promised him.

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Dogday is silent as he listens to his " former " friend talk about the events that occured a few hours ago. Catnap has decided to visit Dogday, free him from the belts to eat the food he brought. Dogday silently took the food and ate them as he listens Catnap's talk, understandably hesitant to butt in. It was more than weird, Catnap changed so suddenly and drastically, but recently he was softer, more like the old Catnap, albeit still threatening.

" Dogday... " That made the giant dog snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing his name, his eyes met with Catnap's. Before letting out a surprised yelp as the cat pounced on him, Dogday was terrified for his fate until he felt long arms curled around him. Catnap was hugging him tightly. Read that again. Hugging him. The so-called heretic. Dogday now knows what his friend ( Reader ) felt when Catnap helps them get back to sleep.

This is the Catnap they knew, the actions speak louder than words one, he wasn't truly gone after all.

Night Befallen

Note || I cast brain rot upon ye 🤲

WC || 1,384

Sypnosis || Maybe, just maybe knowing what one can know now—your old friend isn’t entirely stolen away from you.

You had found yourself immersed in a poignant dream, revisiting cherished memories of old friends. Awaking with tears lingering on your lashes, you felt an insistent pull to embark on a heartfelt quest. Determined to reconnect with the essence of your past, you resolve to venture into the depths of the factory, in search of the miniature toy replicas of your beloved originals. With each step forward, anticipation intertwined with nostalgia, guiding your path through the echoes of your cherished history.

You just wished things had truly stayed the same, why did it all happen before–this, Hour of Joy–whatever it had been. CatNap, the same cat you came to cherish and love had been completely twisted, viewing Prototype as a god?

It just made no sense to you, everything is madness.

For now, perhaps you could absolve in finding peace with your recreational little toys, shadows of former friends they may be of course. 

“Tch-” You snorted, trying to keep yourself from breaking down in the face of your tiny little friends that are piling up around you. Just like all the old times before, the times… before. All the tiny smiling critters were just plain adorable though, so that was advantageous. 

Beyond the shadows, some creeping figures watching you took notice of your absence. No, not in CatNap’s home, nothing goes one without CatNap knowing of anything. 

A small critter skittered away, you didn’t notice—you were far in too deep to properly take recognition of anything happening, only mourning your former friends. Who knew trying to take a look at the essences of your past, a past of once where you were happy, content. You were just doing your job as a fellow critter, you loved your job. You loved being a critter, you loved your friends.

“You guys are so cute..” You smile softly, hugging them close in spite of the few stray tears streaming down your face. Normally, you’d wipe them away, but right now you just wanted to stay in the moment. 

Stay with all your old friends, even if they weren’t your real ones. 

You could be allowed the peace of illusion, atleast.

To say he was furious was an understatement, what had the tiny critter meant by your absence? 

In CatNap’s eyes, this was unacceptable. 

One should remain where they are, they are not to derail from their paths. You shouldn’t be derailing from your path. No matter the reason, he will quickly finish his patrolling, and come straight to you to put you in your place. Mostly, being stern. 

Should he allow you that courtesy? Yes, CatNap should. You are his old friend, you were so kind as to work with the Prototype (even if you were completely against it), CatNap will be lenient with you. 

Suddenly CatNap had gotten lost in thought, and lifted his paw to see what he was doing. Oh yes, he was killing a human survivor for their incompetence – that is what was happening. He repeatedly shook his paw to get the remains of the human off his claws and paw as well, the blood remained on his fur unfortunately. CatNap can find some way to clean that off later.

As if he was sighing, CatNap’s mouth emitted a large breath of Poppy Gas, something of which he used sparsely; only when he wanted to block out people from areas he didn’t want them in. CatNap admittedly felt as if what he was doing here was wrong, but it was only in the name of the Prototype. 

CatNap finally went on his way once he cleared his head of these troubling thoughts, he was going to deal with you and he wouldn’t delay it any longer.

He always had eyes all around Playcare, did you really think you could get away with this so easily? Prototype is leader, god. He would not allow anyone to defile Prototype’s name, not even you.

No matter, he was going to make this quite clear.

It seemed the small smiling critters had felt his immense aura for bloodlust, causing them to skitter away from whence he came. CatNap without a shadow of a doubt, can be terrifying. 

CatNap simply paid no mind, and continued on making his way toward you. 

Even in all the rubble and dust, one clear distinction his keen ears could pick up was reminiscent of crying. To the normal ear, one would not be able to hear this. It was so silent, was it out of a fear that you were crying so silently?

No, it was because of the smiling critters, the smaller bodies. Merely replicas, but so well done for just being copies of the original critters. Shadows always danced in CatNap’s headspace, perhaps he could make it out the same within your case. He had always crossed his heart, locking it away in soul and key. CatNap deemed it all unnecessary. Yet, with you it was recurring.

Slowly enough, whatever emotions – whatever anger he had before was fading away. CatNap was overcome with a sense of sympathy, he wanted to comfort you, his friend. Now he just came to a complete halt, trying to figure out what was wise on what to do. 

CatNap felt pitiful, sounding low when he remembered those very screams. 

You have seen just as much as he did.

Hesitantly, he stepped forward, CatNap didn’t want to frighten you out of your stupor. His long elongated tail wrapped around your being, calmly re-adjusting you with a steady stance. CatNap laid down, folding his back legs and crossing his front ones. He so suddenly cuddled up against you, patting your head to reassure you silently. 

You nodded your head, snapping to the attention of CatNap’s presence. You knew otherwise that he wasn’t being as genuine, in spite of it being real in his eyes. 

Otherwise, you didn’t feel as on guard. You weren’t stressed or protesting in any case, you felt as if you were falling asleep. You began to fall asleep, CatNap sensed this, curling up against you to feel more comfortable. 

That was in your sadness and loneliness, had sleep finally claimed you – purely out of nostalgia that you had used to do this during naptime, with your old friends. 

Abornormally enough, he didn’t feel so angry. CatNap felt more as if he was at peace with you, even with these thoughts. How the Prototype had promised him justice, to end all the madness, just for you… for all of them. 

In a moment soon enough, CatNap had promptly followed you into sleep. 

If death was a choice, then he rejects it.

Silent and contemplative, DogDay listened as his "former friend" recounted the recent events, memories of comforting you when tears flowed and offering solace in the embrace of sleep. CatNap's unexpected visit and the subsequent act of liberation from his restraints were met with wary acceptance as DogDay consumed the offered sustenance, his attention captured by CatNap's unusual demeanor.

It was a peculiar sight, witnessing CatNap revert to a semblance of his former self amidst the oppressive atmosphere of their surroundings. Despite the underlying threat that lingered in CatNap's presence, there was a glimmer of familiarity in his actions, stirring a sense of unease within DogDay's battered psyche.

“This isn’t his usual behavior,” or “He’s just now had a revelation?” 

Lost in his thoughts, DogDay was abruptly pulled back to reality by the mention of his name, a sharp reminder of the precariousness of his situation. Anticipation coiled within him as CatNap lunged forward, bracing for the inevitable retribution that awaited him. Yet, to his astonishment, instead of aggression, he was enveloped in an unexpected embrace.

Stunned and bewildered, DogDay felt the weight of CatNap's arms around him, a gesture of affection that defied all expectations. In that fleeting moment of connection, DogDay experienced a revelation, a glimpse into the profound bond shared between you and CatNap, a bond forged amidst the chaos and strife of your shared existence.

As the echoes of their encounter lingered in the air, DogDay found himself grappling with newfound understanding. The warmth of CatNap's embrace, though fleeting, offered a glimpse of redemption amidst the shadows of his past transgressions. And in that moment, DogDay realized the profound impact of companionship, transcending the boundaries of fear and prejudice.

#poppy playtime chapter 3 #dogday poppy playtime #poppy playtime dogday #catnap poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime #x reader

[urfavlarry]

Your Overlord! Husk is just so 🫠 So I HAD to request something for him!

Reader works at the Casino. She is Husk's favorite waitress (maybe because she is his gf idk 👀) and deals with rude costumers more often than she'd like. During one of those situations, they corner her for trying to "stick her nose in somebody else's business". Overlord! Husk deals with them before they have the chance to do anything. After the situation is taken care of, he steals her away to dote on her <3

This is the (slightly modified) piece of dialogue that inspired my request. Feel free to use it, if you want!

Reader, backing up: "Gentlemen, gentlemen. Let's be civil about this. Let's make a deal; you leave, and you don't die a second time. How does that sound?"

Sinner: "And how do you intend to kill us, dollface?"

Reader: "Oh, no, I can't kill you. But my boss can. Say hi, boss."

Overlord! Husk, appearing behind reader: "Hi."

I'm aware of how cringe this is, but I couldn't help myself ;;

oh my god this isn’t cringe at all!! i love this sm !! hope ive managed to write this how you wanted and that you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this<33

warnings: bad grammar, swearing, alcohol, mention of harassment, the sinners might be sexist? (if i forgot anything tell me in the comments)

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Overlord!Husk x waitress reader

You’ve met Husk a few years ago after you have just fallen into the dark place called Hell. You stumbled upon the casino after you accepted that this was your life— well afterlife for the rest of eternity, and damn, eternity is a long time! So you decided to look for a job, a job you had when you were alive; a waitress.

Husk hired you after a week of you being “on trial” as he likes to call it and you were just fit for the job! You had the nerves of a saint since you used to deal with drunk people that drowned themselves in alcohol and decided to throw the tiny bit of dignity away and harass the workers who didn’t really sign up for being harassed. At your old job you were usually the one that calmed fights and disagreements down and people were really grateful for that. You could say you were like the mom of that last bar you worked at!

Today the casino was calmer the usual, just sinners chatting away and dancing on the dance floor or just having a drink after a long day of work. The day was slow yes, but at least you didn’t have shitty customers to worry about; you thought to yourself but then suddenly the bars doors slam open and in come 4 not so friendly looking fox demons. You hated those kinds of demons, they usually tried to steal and just make your afterlife a living hell— well if that’s even possible since you already are in hell.

You shoot your fellow employees a uncertain glance and walk over to the demons to ask if they decided on their drinks. They snickered as they ordered their drinks and whispered to themselves as you went to get the drinks they wanted. The bartender, Chris, was a fellow friend of yours and as he makes the drinks he says with a worried tone; “Hey Y/N I know you’re experienced and shit but please be careful, those guys used to come here often and they like to start fights and they really are not fun to deal with so just, keep your guard up, okay?” He looks at you with genuine worry as he hands the drinks to you and you pick them up with ease; “Don’t worry Chrissy i’ll be extra careful okay? I’ve dealt with assholes when I was alive you really don’t need to worry about me.” You say with a smile and shoot him a wink and walk over to the men that are now playing poker and are betting for a huge amount of money. You place the drinks down and go back to talk with Chris to pass the time.

Husk was in his usual spot in the VIP room of the casino, gambling with some sinners, having a bored look on his face as it was clear the sinner really had no experience. He looks away for a moment to glance to the other side of the casino to see you chatting with the bartender. He smiles for just a bit and looks back at the game. You were quite close since you had both a lot in common and were quite fond of each other. After about a year and a half of you working at the casino, Husk asked you out and you, of course accepted! You got together after that and you couldn’t have been happier. But the only one that knew about your secret relationship was Chris, since you trusted him with that kind of information. You and Husk got married after 2 years of being together and Chris could just tell you two loved each other, you were practically love sick idiots!

“And you know that bitch that took your place while you were sick? She was a total—” You get cut off by the sound of yelling and you turn your head to see what was happening. The fox demons were now yelling and fighting, screaming foul things at each other because the game was apparently “not fair”. You exchange looks with Chris and sigh, walking over to the angered men with a calm look on your face, straightening your uniform.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen! May I ask what is the cause of all of this commotion? You’re disturbing the others that are trying to have a good time.” You say with a calm tone trying to calm the situation and to not raise attention. “Go mind your fucking business bitch you probably put something in our drinks to make us focus less so that asshole can win!” One of them yells and the others nod along with angered looks on their faces. “Im sorry wh—” You get cut off yet again by the one of the angry men; “Just shut the fuck up your so clueless it’s embarrassing you probably don’t even know how to do your job properly” Another one of them says grabbing your wrist to pull you down to his height. Your nose scrunches in disgust since you can smell the alcohol from his mouth and you just pray you don’t throw up in his face. He starts to speak again, clearly still annoyed; “How about you fucking go do your job like a good little lady and bring us another drink.” The demon says with a smirk on his face and lets you go and whistles at you as you go to leave. You turn around and glare slightly at the man but take a deep breath and say; “Gentlemen calm yourselves please, let’s be civil about this, yes? How about you either leave this casino and never come back, or you can treat the employees with respect.” You say brushing off your uniform and look at them with a smile fake like the money they were betting on.

“Yea? Or else what?” One of them asks gaining some new found confidence and smirks at you looking you up and down, licking his lips as if you were some kind of prey. “You get to keep your little afterlife and don’t die a second time!” You say with a sarcastic tone and smile. They start to laugh as if you just said the most hilarious thing in the entire world and look at you like a little child who was born yesterday; “Aww and how does a little demon like you intend to do that?” They all snicker awaiting your answer that they were sure it was gonna be even more hilarious then the previous statement you made.

Husk who heard the commotion and has been watching the interaction from afar for almost 10 minutes was growing more and more annoyed by the second. How dare they speak to his wife like that? They think they can just waltz in here and fuck with his wife? Yeah no. He slowly starts to walk towards you and the men and you notice him out from the corner of your eye and smirk, knowing from the look on his face that he was pissed. Maybe even that was not that much of a strong word to describe the anger bubbling up in his body. You look at the demons in front of you and say; “Perhaps you would like to discuss that with my boss?” You say and step back from the demons who replace their smug expressions with confused glances.

“Is there a problem here gentlemen?” Husk asks raising a brow with a annoyed look on his face as the fox demons now look like they’ve pissed themselves. You smirk at the men flipping them off from behind, sticking your tongue out. Your boss from your old job never really bothered to stand up for his employees so it felt good to finally have assholes like them eat their own shit.

The demons scatter and leave money at the table at mumble apologies towards you and Husk and leave the casino without another word. The employees and some of the customers cheer and whistle and scream at the demons to never come back and you cheer a bit yourself, happy that someone finally stood up for you.

The atmosphere was finally back to its normal calm self and Husk looks at you with a bit of a angered look, not because of you, but because he was still pissed someone would just treat his wife like shit, but of course he looks at you with a hint of worry but he’s careful to not show it since he has a reputation to uphold. “Y/N, my office. Now.” He says as he slowly walks over to the back door for employees and you share a worried look with Chris, he looks at you confused and raises a brow at you. You just shrug your shoulders since you’re just as confused as him but you follow closely behind Husk as he wait for you at the employee door. You both walk to his office not far down the hall and he opens the door and lets you enter first. He enters right after you, closing the door behind him. He stays quiet for a bit ask he smokes his cigarette, looking out from the huge window he had in his office.

You stand there nervously and fiddle with your sleeves, hoping you weren’t in trouble, because you really don’t wanna deal with an angry Husk. He throws the cigarette butt out of the window and turns to look at you. He walks up to you cups your cheek in his hand and asks; “Are you okay my love? Did those fuckers hurt you?” He says with worry evident in his voice and you sigh; “No, no they didn’t do anything i’m fine Husker i’ve dealt with shit like this before..” You say looking away from him frowning slightly grabbing your slightly bruised wrist. “I don’t take shit like that to heart.” You say with a smirk.

He smiles softly at you and pulls you closer grabbing you by the waist; “I know Doll I just wanted to check on you, you know? Those guys really are pieces of shit and i’ve wanted to shut them up for a while now, but you did that pretty well yourself~” He says with a smirk and a teasing tone.

“Yeah, yeah I know i’m just the best.” You say with a playful tone and chuckle. “I’m glad you were worried about me tho. I guess the “heartless Overlord” really does have a soft spot for me~” You giggle teasing the cat demon, you knew very well he cared about you, and you were very grateful for that. Husk wraps his tail around your leg and look you up at Husk, shivering slightly from his touch, but you can’t help but admire his features up close. He smirks at the remark and pulls you closer so your bodies are practically touching and your faces are inches apart. He suddenly dips you, your lips barely apart as he grabs you firmly, careful so you don’t fall and and smiles, a genuine smile you have never seen before, a smile that Husk himself couldn’t believe he had used and says;

“Hm, well love, you might just happen to have a special spot in this dead heart of mine~”

He says and leans in closing the small gap between you two. Your breath hitches at the contact but you don’t hesitate to kiss back, a simple act that made your heart flutter even though you’ve done this a million times before. You smiled into the kiss and you started to wonder how you could have found such a great partner.

It was kind of funny, you really were a match made in hell.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel season 1 #hazbin husk #overlord husk #overlords #overlord #husk x reader #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel sir pentious #hazbin hotel niffty #hazbin angel dust #loser baby #vivziepop #vivienne medrano #keith david #husker x you #x reader #reader insert #female reader

[makncheese12]

Top Shelf pt. 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Masterlist

Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.

Warning: My writing per usual, R and J being oblivious to their ‘hang out’ being a date, angst? (Not the the couple kind, idk.)

A/N: I genuinely forgot what rings were and couldn’t remember what they were called, that’s it. R and J being seen more in public together?🫢 the scandal and perfection, they just want everyone to see them don’t they all while getting closer.

Word count - 4.6k

Jenna Ortega X fem!reader

Jenna sat in the back of the car, fidgeting slightly with her rings as she watches the many buildings go by as the car passes them.

She had asked you to hangout a few days ago, not long after the pictures and videos of you two walking down the street had gotten out into the public.

Of course it was a cover up as wanted to apology for it all but in reality it was all for her own selfish reasons of wanting to see you again.

She didn’t know why she wanted to but the few times she had seen and talked to you she felt a sense of relief that you didn’t really know her.

You seemed to have natural reactions to everything she said or did and eventually told the truth to her about what you thought or how you felt, especially through text.

The way you have much more personality through those than you do in real life made the girl feel giddy while texting you, the emojis only strengthening the feeling more. She wanted to break you out of that shell even more to see it all for real.

She loved the feeling she got when you cheeks seemed to go a darker shade of red when you told her your nerves were getting to you about texting her, and it wasn’t from the cold weather.

Now she sat here waiting to arrive at the spot she had sent you in order to be more discreet about hanging out.

Was it a hang out? She had only known you all but five minutes really but the few times she had spoken to you made her want to open her personality a little more.

So was it really a date? She wanted it to be even if you thought it wasn’t.

This all feels like a dating app to her for some reason, not knowing the person but wanting to made it all worse.

Her phone buzzed suddenly, snapping her out of her thoughts and she picked it up to see yet another notification about you or about the both of you, she didn’t really know nor care. It was all so annoying.

She of course loved her fans but there were some that seemed to really want to get into her business too much for her liking.

She opened her Instagram to find Lyle’s once again after so many times of seeing it. She scrolled down until she found the picture of you sitting in front of him and a chess board, leaning your head against your hand as you stared up at a woman or rather the space around her. The only thing out of place was another guy sitting in the back ground, his face inches from the computer screen that made her smile.

The man had a photographic talent, she had to admit. No wonder had so many followers even before your photo suddenly went viral.

She clicked on the linked tag and your Instagram pops up with a series of post with you and your friends, your family and even your cat. A lot of your cat.

She smiles lightly as she scrolls through, admiring all the pictures as she comes to a sudden realization. If you could see who viewed your profile, you’d probably be creeped out with how much she’s viewed it in the last few days.

She sucks across her teeth as her finger hovers over the follow button. Was it a good idea? People would see it and most importantly so would you. Would she look like a stalker for following you suddenly without you giving her your Insta?

She decides against it, not wanting to look like a stalker.

The car comes to a slow stop and Jenna looks out the window, searching for you across the street.

She eventually found you in the mass of people, leaning against the railing wall with plants lined up inside causing her to smile and pull up your thread of text.

Jenna

Look up

It’s all she says before her eyes find you again, a moment passes before you look down at your phone before immediately looking up.

You looked straight at her unbeknownst to you which makes her heart skip a beat for a moment before rolling down the window just enough for you to see her.

Your frowning face suddenly turns into a smile as she peeks over her sun glasses and at you before your making your way across the street, avoiding any cars as you do so.

She unlocks the door and pushes it open slightly as soon as you make it beside the car.

You pull the door open just enough for you to slip in before shutting behind you quickly.

“Hey,” you say with a smile that she returns. “Hey.” She replies as you settle into the seat, glancing toward the man who sat in the front passenger seat. The same body guard she had the night she met after your 7/11 trip.

“Where are we going?” You ask and she laughs before sending the driver the location she planned on taking you.

“So impatient.” She replies as the man began to drive.

“How are you?” She asks and you suddenly realize the indecency you. “I’m good,” you say glancing down at your boots as you try not to move them as much as possible so snow wouldn’t fall into her car.

“How about you?” You look back up to see her already staring at you before a large smile forms on her face. “I’ve never been better.” She chuckles and you give her a confused look.

“I did want to apologize for the, you know.” she sighs, folding her leg over the other. It still frustrated her how fast it all came, it was so sudden too and now it was only getting bigger.

She had came to the realization that if you two were caught in public again it would only get bigger. She didn’t fully think about that before she sent that text to you a few days ago.

But she was willing to take that risk if she got to see you again.

“Don’t, it’s not your fault you ran into me.” You reply looking out the window watching as you pass people. “Plus, you wouldn’t have my number if you didn’t so.”

She raises her eye brow. “So, you really wouldn’t have texted me then?” Challenge in her voice as she crosses her arms all while changing the subject completely.

Your eyes widen slightly before your stance becomes almost defensive. “Of course I would have, eventually that is.”

“Eventually as is a week or a few months?” She tilts her head slightly and you scoff knowing she was probably right.

“But at least you would get a text, if it was from me or Lyle.” You shrug making her knit her eyebrows together. “Lyle? Is that the friend that gave me your phone to put my number in?” She ask, leaning closer toward you.

“Yes, unfortunately.” You roll your eyes at the thought of the man who seemed to be jealous that you now have more followers than him.

“Has he always been like that?” She asks, curious about you suddenly for some reason.

“Lyle? Definitely, he’s always been the more enthusiastic one ready for whatever.” You say looking back at the memories you shared with him. “He’s also been dying to meet you again.” You let that slip out on accident and she raises her eyebrows.

“Me?” She asks and you clear your throat, face warming up suddenly. “He wants to meet me again” she asks in a more serious tone.

“Yeah, you two didn’t exactly talk much last time you saw each other.” They didn’t even talk at all. “And I guess he wants to make up for.” You say more of a question than a statement.

“Why would he want to meet me again, exactly?” She asks, genuinely curious about the man. Was it because of her fame? “Well, If you haven’t noticed, we have been texting a lot.”

Ah, right. You had mentioned how simple minded the man was before while texting her.

But you weren’t wrong, you both texted a lot. Most of the time you both texted back immediately so it just went on for forever.

She doesn’t even think she text her friends as much as she text you at this point.

She hummed in response. “That is true.” She looked out the window to see that you were getting closer.

“Would you like to?..” your voice quiet as you ask the question making her look back to you as you scratch the top of your head avoiding eye contact.

A soft smile appears on her face at the sight of your nervous state, it remembered her of when she asked for your number at the shop.

“I would love to,” she says, placing a hand on your arm which makes you finally look at her to see the softness in her eyes briefly before it changes to playfulness.

“But we can’t make him third wheel.” She says, mind wandering for a moment.

Third wheel? What did she mean by that? Like a date? Was this a date? No, it couldn’t be Jenna said you guys were gonna hang out.

Your mind immediately go to Mj or Dru but both of them would be horrible options paired with Lyle as either of the two would gang up with the lanky boy to embarrass the hell out of you.

Or you could just go with Jenna and make Lyle say he got sick or something. You’ve had your whole life to hang out with him, a little less time wouldn’t hurt.

“I actually have some of my cast mates coming up, maybe I could invite one of them?” Jenna asks breaking you out of your thoughts.

Your smile grows at the thought of not having either of the two come but rather one of Jenna’s friends. “That sounds good.” You agree as the car comes to a stop.

“How hungry are you?” Jenna asks as she grabs her coat.

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You two sat across from each as you looked over the menu of the unfamiliar place, for once you didn’t know something that was in New York and it frustrated you immensely to have to look over a folder again.

You look up to Jenna who is doing the same, eyes carefully scanning over the paper with interest almost making you feel jealous of it.

You look back down before decided on one of the simplest things.

You glance over to the body guard who sat a few tables over with another man who was already waiting for your arrival having saved the seats.

You begin to think back to when you were in the car as you stare at the two. Was this a date?

If it was then would you have to flirt? It had been a few years since your last relationship in high school so to say you were a little rusty would have been right. Did you even remember how to flirt?

But then again this probably wasn’t a date so if you tried that, you would fail if she didn’t think it was one.

“Y/N?” Her voice calls out and your eyes snap to hers to see a confused look. “You good?” She asks, slight concern in her voice as she speaks.

You nod quickly before adjusting yourself a little. She eyes you for a moment before looking back down.

“Have you been here before?” She asks and you shake your head, not trusting your own voice for the moment as you look back down at the menu. She eyes you once again, longer this time.

You quietly clear your voice, avoiding her gaze. “I’ve heard a little of it though, never thought of coming.” You state as you finally meet her piercing gaze.

There was something in her eyes you couldn’t quite place. Uncertainty, maybe?

She quickly looks away and back down to the menu again, eyes trained on one specific part but she wasn’t reading it. She was more worried about what was wrong with you.

“Decide yet?” You ask as you close your menu and watch her trying to get a look at her menu to see what she was looking at.

She pulls it up straighter and continues to read over the board. “Don’t rush me.” She grumbles quietly as she continues to scan over the menu unbeknownst to your staring.

You take the moment to admire her like this, focused on one thing so intently. It reminded you of your walk you two took together.

She seemed to always gain more freckles each time you looked at her, her nose was strangely perfect and fit her face so well, her lips even more so as they hung open slightly reading the menu silently to herself as you continued to watch her.

The phone cameras go completely unnoticed by the both of you who seemed to be focused on your own things at a time.

“This may sound, like, really weird,” you start making the brunette look up toward you. Face resting in both of your hands as you continue to stare. “You’re eyes are really pretty.”

Her heart skips a beat for a moment as she stares back at you, this time she’s the one who gets the admire you.

Your eyes seemed full of adoration as your hands squish your face lightly, small smile on your lips as her face begins to warm up.

She can’t help the smile that forms across her face and the small giggle that comes out as she hides behind the menu.

Not because it was funny but because she was trying to hide the embarrassment and flush.

You huff out and sit back watching her shaking form, now embarrassed by your own comment as you try to cover up the sudden faint blush.

While behind the menu she tries to cool down her own face while covering it up with giggles.

You begin to regret it before she composed herself and came back from hiding.

“No, not weird at all.” She says, keeping a straight face before looking to you. She looks you in the eye, seeing your clearly red cheeks which only makes it worse and let’s out a noise you can’t quite put your finger on but you knew was a laugh.

She rest her head on the table, body shaking in laughter and you just nod along crossing your arms.

“Let it all out,” you say watching it only get worse. “You just thrive off my embarrassment don’t you?” You finishes as she begins to calm down.

“No, no it’s not that.” She says sitting up to allow the air to hit her face and cool down her burning cheeks.

“Really? Cause the way you were just struggling to breath says other wise.” Your voice defensive yet playful as she closes her menu, ready to order.

“No, it’s really not that.” She says, taking her turn to lean against her hand as she looks toward you. “You’re just really cute when you’re embarrassed.”

Now it was you’re turn to blush.

You move your hand to your face covering your eyes as a smile creeps up your face and you too shake in quiet laughter.

“See? Now you get it!” She gestures winding to you and you shake your head. “Yeah, yeah,”

You had hoped she meant it.

You look up to see her once again staring, the smile on her face still there along with the faint blush. It’s a sight many would be jealous you got to see.

Someone steps beside the table making you both look away and toward him. As soon as you look you’re face drops.

“Excuse me,” the much older man says as you scooch away stiffly. “But do I happen to know you?” He asks and you slowly shake your head.

“I don’t think so.” You speak up making the man continue to stare.

But you knew him.

You shift around uncomfortable as he continues his interrogation. “Are you sure? I’m more than positive I’ve seen your face somewhere.” He continues inching closer.

“No, I really don’t know you.” You reach for your keychain, ready to spray the man if he kept insisting. “I could have sworn Ive seen you, perhaps a family member? Mother or father perhaps?”

Your body stiffens even more and you pop the top off the bottle, wanting him out of your personal space.

Jenna’s body guards are quick to take notice before one could get up fully the waiter decided to make his presence known.

“Is there an issue here?” He asks, placing his hand on the man’s shoulder forcing him to back up a bit. The man glancing between you both before shaking his head, the determination fading from his eyes yet still there.

“No, I was just making my way out.” He states before walking past the waiter who watches him carefully.

Once the man is out of sight he turns to you both. “I’m so sorry about that,” he mumbles, looking toward the body guard who takes his seat quickly. “Are you two ready to order?”

Jenna watches you for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, we’ll actually take it to go if you can do that please?” She asks and the waiter nods knowingly before taking his pad out to write down on.

You feel a sense of unease as you wait for Jenna to take her order, the urge to message your mother growing.

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You stare out the window as your thoughts go running through your head.

How had they found you? Was it because of the appearance with Jenna that they had found or were they already looking and just so happened to see you.

Your mind races, not noticing the way Jenna watches you from her seat next to you.

The whole interaction confused her yet you seemed worried so she started to worry for and with you.

She reaches out to touch your arm and you flinch lightly making her frown deepen as you looked back at her. “You alright?” She ask.

You nod slowly before your eyes stare at the seat in front of you, you wanted the thoughts to stop but they just wouldn’t. The way he looked at you gave you the same chills your mother described her father gave her.

You didn’t like it, not one but especially after having your father be you father, they both seemed very different.

“What happened back there?” She asks, clearly referring to the way the man spoke to you and how your mood changed so suddenly because of him.

“It’s a..” you start, thinking of the right words to say. It wasn’t really bad but you suppose it was. You’re mother did run away because of it so it couldn’t have not been.

“A, uh, long story.” I mumble, she stares at you for a moment before nodding and looking toward the bag of food you both brought.

“Well,” she starts before leaning back into her seat, missing the warm feeling of you under her hand immediately as she does so. “I think we have enough food to go over it a little.”

The smile she sends you seems to cheer you up a bit as you send her your own little smile. “I guess,” you say before noticing the the street you were on.

You suddenly light up as a thought crosses you mind. “Can you tell him to pull over really quickly?”

“Why?” She asks nodding to the driver who looks through the rear view mirror.

You don’t answer her as you rush out of the car. “I’ll be right back!” You say before running up the stairs and into the apartment leaving a confused Jenna to sit by herself.

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You huff out in annoyance as you watch Jenna place yet another plus four into the pile, face smug as she stares toward your hand taking four cards.

“I think your cheating.” You mumble, as you look over your new cards and she takes a sip of the alcohol you had taken from Lyles fridge.

Too say he was confused and angry as to why you suddenly bursted into his apartment and starting taking his things was an understatement.

“Think what you want, the color is red by the way.” She replies before placing down a plus two red.

You groan out as you snatch two cards up from your pile.

Your food was mostly eaten and the alcohol was starting to get to you as you were originally the one winning non-stop.

“You never got to your story.” She states matter-of-factly before finally placing a regular card down.

“Right..” you mumble, it being your turn to tap a sip allowing you to drink the rest of the glass. Was this legal? Not fully. Was anyone going to stop two fully grown twenty year olds from drinking on the roof of the building your parents own in the middle of the night? No.

It was a small spot you and your group of friends made, a small patio with plastic curtains and fairy lights to block out the curtain weather.

“Basically my moms this really rich guys kid,” you start placing down your own card as she listens intently. “He was gonna make her marry some weird guy whose twice her age for political reasons or whatever and she didn’t like that as an eighteen year old.”

“I’m sure no one let alone a now grown woman would want that.” She adds and you nod in agreement watching her pick up a card from the pile making you smile knowing she only used to color to get you more cards.

“Anyways, she runs away and he goes crazy.” You start again as she pours more of the alcohol into both of your cups. “He’s looking everywhere and anywhere for her, sending out missing people things and just trying to find her. He’s obviously pissed that he still can’t find her after a few years and I guess he never stopped.” You finish placing down three of the same cards.

“I know that now, after today and shit. But it’s still so fucked up to think about and be apart of, you know.” She chuckles at how much you seem to be talking now, a cussing a lot more too.

This is what she wanted, you to open up to her more but to be told a family ‘lore’ story while intoxicated was a level Jenna didn’t think she’d be taking just yet, not that she minded.

She the more open you though, you talked a lot and she liked it when you talked; not that she’d ever admit that to anyone.

“That really is weird.” She states and you nod, agreeing with her. “Like, can’t he have any more kids? I mean, sure it’s fucked up to have more kids to do the same thing to but to hunt down the same one for so long is just straight up crazy.” She continues and you only continue nodding more.

“Exactly! And it doesn’t even feel like he has limits, he was willing to buy her from my father to get her back.” You say leaning forward to emphasize your next words. “Buy her, can you believe it? Like what?”

She giggled as you continue to ramble, usually she was the one talking a lot but she forced herself to be quiet in order to listen to you speak. She was only just tipsy after all.

What’s a little more going to hurt?

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Jenna’s giggles reach your ears as you lean your head against the window, feeling her lean against you with all her weight.

“And he tried to say it was the chair!” She calls out, laughing harder at her own story than you. Your roles now switched, you being tired and her suddenly full of energy was definitely a sight to see.

After a moment she calms down, face in your chest as she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “You smell nice,” she mumbles and you smile wobbly.

“Thank you, I put on my expensive perfume.” You say with a smile looking back at the after noon before where you had been so worried about if you stunk or looked good. Those thought now long gone with Jenna’s non-stop drunk compliments.

“No, I think you have some kind of natural musk.” She says, grabbing a fistful of your shirt to take another breath. “Musk?” You ask offendedly.

“I am not a man.” You grumble, the thought only making you angry because a lot of the men you’ve met in New York specifically on the train have stunk horribly of sweat and god knows what else.

She groans out dramatically, clearly annoyed with you comment. “That’s not what I meant, I just don’t know the word.” The car suddenly comes to a stop smacking you look out to see your apartment building with three men standing outside.

You sigh out before looking down to Jenna who was looking up at you through her eye lashes, inches away from you as your breath caught in your throat. If she could look anymore stunning, you were sure you’d simply be dead and in your own personal after life.

She’s close enough to feel her breath fan over your skin which sends goose bumps all over your body. You didn’t know how to react or what to do now, you were just kind of… stuck in this position.

You stare into her eyes for another moment, two more as she moves a little closer.

You hold your breath before a hiccup comes from her which makes her back up slightly putting a little space between the two of you and feel the relief of air flowing through your lungs.

“Shit…” she mumbles making you laugh quietly before opening the door and stepping out much to her disappointment.

“I had a good time hanging out with you,” you say, giggling to yourself as you hold yourself up using the car. “I hope we can do it again.” You finishes watching her sway slightly while nodding.

You give her a smile before shutting the door and stepping back to watch the car drive off slowly allowing you to watch it from where you stood before turning to the stairs where your neighbors stood.

“What are you guys still doing awake?” You mumble as you reach out for the closest one who quickly grabs you.

“No, what are you doing out so late, pequeño dama?” He asks as he begins walking you up the stairs. “You know Rosa doesn’t like you out so late.”

“But I was with a pretty girlll…” you drag out as he pulls you inside. “And she almost kissed me, the stupid hiccup!” You yell out and the others behind him laugh as Rosa comes out of her apartment.

“What we’re you thinking?” She says as she grabs for you, searching for anything that was out of place other than your coat you accidentally left in the car. “I was thinking I wanted to kiss her.” You slur as the woman drags you into your apartment.

She places you on your bed and you giggle at the sudden bounce you felt before feeling your phone buzz.

You pick it up before a smile graces you face with the sight of Jenna’s Instagram profile saying she now followed you on Instagram.

You clicked the notification before following her back unbeknownst the smile that sat on her face in her car.

Read next part here!

A/N: a little kissy tease for you guys😗 and since I posted so much this week and with exams coming up idk how much I’ll post next week but I’ll definitely post this week before hand 👍🏼

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[a-freemaniac]

News from a crazy mind...

Sherlock, mental health and the support from a fandom.

When Sherlock becomes what the doctor ordered....

100 days lie between those moments.

100 days since I wanted to die.

100 days since I emailed Dignitas.

100 days full of struggle and hope.

100 days later I made it out of hell again.

A handful of people who showed me unconditional love during the hardest setback of my disorder career.

I will love them till the day I die.

And once again the Sherlock world saved my soul before I destroyed it myself.

A fandom full of kindness and support and a detective and a doctor who saved me in more ways than they can ever imagine.

Had a doctors appointment on Friday and I have one hell of a doctor.

Not as good as John Watson but highly supportive of anything that increases my strength.

We talked about a little miracle.

A miracle that sounds so incredibly stupid but it is such a huge thing.

For the past five years I have to take besides my regular medication in mornings and in the evenings a little extra cocktail of meds in the afternoon to keep my extreme nervousness in check.

I'm nervous and tense 24/7 and it takes a toll on my body sometimes.

It makes it very hard to sleep and to find a way to sit still.

So the extra meds are necessary..

Ten days ago I started to listen to Podfics and quickly discovered a new way to enjoy the Sherlock universe.

I'm 43 years old and retired since I was 39 because my body couldn't take the stress anymore.

I have some free times during the day and I made it a habit for the past ten days to listen to Podfics in the afternoon and again at night.

And suddenly I could sleep and, and here comes the miracle..

I forgot to take my afternoon meds.

Even more my body relaxed in a way I haven't experienced in decades.

My body was obviously as surprised as I am because since a few days I have to drink a coffee in the afternoon, otherwise I would fall asleep.

I can only drink coffee without caffeine which tastes awful but otherwise my nervousness goes through the roof and I shake like a leaf.

But now instead of taking an extra dose of anxiety relief pills I take a real good old black coffee full of caffeine after listening to Podfics.

And that sounds incredibly ridiculous but for me it is a miracle because for the first time in over 15 years I feel calm and not because of a chemical reaction but because of a human reaction.

I know @totallysilvergirl had no idea what would happen by telling me about Podfics but I will never forget it!

Back to my incredible doctor who saw the change from a person who was determined to end this endless circle of depression and anxiety to a person who smiles again.

Now he ordered a six months try of daily Podfics ( no joke) to see if my blood levels improves and accordingly my medication can be reduced.

He knows that in the past three years my disorder was always better during my Sherlock highs so he is actually happy about the new development.

Long story short ( too late I know)

Do whatever feels right for you!

Invent your own therapy!

Do what makes you happy no matter how unconventional it might be.

Because you matter!!!!

I attach you my new and exciting Podfic collection for you.

Maybe you will find something you like.

Of course everything is available in Reading form as well.

Be happy in your own, weird, wonderful way.

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

Corruption inside of SHIELD | Steve Rogers

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> You’re visiting your boyfriend at work but when the two of you just want to get some food there are suddenly agents working for shield but fight against Steve.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 1.844

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> fighting scene but not much, tiny bit of angst, fluff

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | March 28 | Theme: SHIELD | The Triskelion, Compromised, Surprise Visit, Weapons, Favorite scene | @catws-anniversary

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you to @rogersbarber for helping me to come up with that idea.

Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist

When you enter the kitchen, you shake your head, giggling. Steve just forgot his lunch, and you told him in the morning at least ten times to take his lunch with him. Sometimes you feel like he doesn’t listen to you, just admiring your body, kissing your face over and over again, and mumbling sweet nothings into your ear. You don’t have much to do today, so you will just bring him his lunch, and then the two of you can spend his lunch break together. But before you make yourself completely ready for the day, you make yourself a bowl of cereal and walk into the living room to watch one of your favorite movies. After the movie, you get ready and decide to wear one of Steve’s t-shirts and a hoodie, which actually belongs to him as well. Then you take his lunch, putting your lunch into the bag as well, and make your way to the Triskelion.

With your favorite music, the way doesn’t feel that long, and you can see the big building already when you smirk softly. Steve doesn’t know you will visit him during his lunch break to bring his food. You’re already excited when you just think about it; not only does the big building give you some excited feelings, but Steve also causes the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. The two of you have been together for a few months now, but it still feels like you just fell in love with the tall, blond man.

Steve and you met a few months ago. He was just ordering a coffee and some food to the Triskelion, the most adorable building you have ever seen. You were always curious about what it looked like from the inside if there were lots of people walking around, and then you had the chance to get into the buildings and deliver coffee to the famous Captain America.

You stumbled into the building, almost falling over your own feet with the coffee and food in your hand. From the inside, the building was even bigger, and it reminded you of an office. So with your hands full of things, you made your way to the woman behind a desk. She looked like she knew where you could find Captain America.

“H-Hello. I have the food Mr. Rogers ordered. Where can I give the delivery to him?” You asked politely.

She looked up from the screen in front of her and smiled at you. Then she saw the food and the coffee in your hands and looked back at the screen.

“I will tell him his delivery is here; just wait a moment,” she told you, and you nodded.

Your eyes scanned the whole room; it was big, there were some plants in the corners, and next to them were a few couches. And some people were sitting on them, talking to each other, or they were just busy with their work. Some agents were walking through the room, greeting others, some on their phones, and some walking next to others.

The restaurant you work at is small, and there are not even as many people as you see walking or sitting in the hall right now. Then you see a man in gray pants and a light brown shirt walking in your direction. His hair is short and blond, he is shaved, and his steel blue eyes lit up when he saw the food and coffee in your hand.

“Hello, I’m Steve. Steve Rogers,” he said, taking his order out of your hands.

Before the two of you were able to say something else, someone crashed into Steve, and he threw the cup of coffee all over your t-shirt. You hissed softly when the hot liquid met your skin, and Steve immediately apologized. He was looking for a tissue to help you dry the coffee, which soaked the fabric of your clothes.

“I’m so sorry. Please, let me take you out for a co- maybe for a pizza?”

You nodded with a smile and dried your shirt before you wrote down your number and handed it to Steve.

“Don’t worry, and I would love to get a pizza with you.”

Steve’s smirk was from one side to the other, his eyes roaming over your body when you walked out of the building. Your smile was at least as big as his; you were going to have a date with Steve Rogers.

You enter the building, walking straight up to the woman you met for the first time in the Triskelion a while ago. The two of you have talked a few times. When you pick Steve up and she has a shift, the two of you gossip over some agents.

“Picking him up today?”

“No, he just forgot his lunch, and I thought I would spend his lunch break with him then.”

She nods and smirks at you before she looks at the screen of her computer, tapping something.

“He is in Fury’s office. You could go there; the meeting should be done in a bit,” she tells you, and you thank her before you walk to the elevators.

When you get into one, you tap the bottom, which brings you to the floor with Nick Fury’s office. He is kind of Steve’s boss, and he can be funny and a weird man at the same time, at least after things you heard from your boyfriend about the other man. When you get out of the elevator, you walk along the floor, looking for Fury’s office, and you see the door already open.

When you walk closer, you see Natasha and Steve in the room; they are talking to each other, papers are everywhere on the table, and you knock at the doorframe, not wanting to scare them both. They turn their heads towards you, and Steve immediately smirks at you; his eyes light up, and he walks closer to you.

“What are you doing here, princess?” Steve asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close against his broad chest.

“You forgot your lunch at home, and I thought I would bring it then,” you say, holing the back with food up.

Steve smirks and leans closer, capturing your lips with his for a short but sweet kiss. You wouldn’t mind feeling his lips on yours all day and his hands on your body while you get lost in his beautiful eyes. But Natasha interrupts your thoughts when she laughs behind Steve. He turns around, pulling you with him and turning you so you’re standing with your back against his chest.

“What’s so funny?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re so old; you look like a guy our age, actually. But you act like an old man, grandpa,” she says, and the two of you burst out laughing.

Steve grumbles behind you, and when you look up at him, he pouts. You chuckle, standing on your tiptoes, and your hands find their way around his neck, pulling him closer until you reach his lips to kiss the pout away.

“I will leave you two love birds then. Have fun- but not in the office, please.”

Steve rolls his eyes playfully and lets Natasha walk out of the room, then he kisses you once again before he lets go of you and puts some stuff together.

“Let’s get downstairs; it’s more comfortable there,” he says when he takes your hand and leads you back to the elevator.

When the elevator reaches the floor in the Triskelion, you get into it and wait to get downstairs, back into the hall. You’re looking out of the elevator, loving the view you have, while Steve stands pressed with his body against you, kissing your neck softly. When the elevator stops a floor deeper, a man with two bodyguards gets into the elevator. Steve turns his head toward the men.

“Rumlow.”

“Rogers.”

Both men greet each other before the elevator gets further down. On the next floor, a lot of men get into the elevator. The next floor and another few men join you in the elevator. Slowly, you’re all pressed together, and Steve kisses your neck once again, leaning closer after looking around and seeing the sweat on someone’s forehead and the hands of a few men near their weapons.

“I love you. Don’t move away; enjoy the view, princess,” he mumbles, and you nod softly.

Then Steve turns around and faces a few of those men. He then says something, but you’re focused on the people walking around. Then you hear a crack, and the elevator suddenly stops. You don’t move, obeying Steve. You hear the sound of metal against metal, punching and groaning, and you see in the corner of your eyes some men lying on the ground. You grip the railing of the elevator, digging your fingers against it, while you hear Rumlow's voice.

“It’s nothing personal, Cap.”

“It kind of feels personal,” Steve says, then you hear another groan before Steve inhales deeply and walks closer to you again. “You’re oke, Princess?”

You nod, turning around to hide your face in Steve’s shirt. You grip the fabric tightly and pull him closer. Your boyfriend’s hands slide up and down your back, comforting you.

“Let’s get out of the elevator,” he mumbles, and he turns around to open the doors of the elevator.

When he does so, there are a few more agents running in your direction. He groans and closes the door, using his shield to let the elevator fall down before he stops it with his shield. You want to scream, but there is nothing similar to the tone that leaves your lips. Steve opens the doors once again, but there are even more agents.

“Where do those agents come from?” He asks more himself as you.

He then walks over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, before he starts running and crashes with his shield in front of the two of you through the glass off the elevator. You're screaming, your fingers digging into his skin, holding him tight against you while you two fall down, his shield still underneath you when you meet the ground. It wasn’t hurtful, and when you open your eyes - which you didn’t even know you had closed while the two of you were jumping out of the elevator - you see Steve laying underneath you, smirking at you before he kisses you softly.

“What was that? Why did they come into the elevator?”

“They are members of Hydra. Nat and I found it out earlier, before you came with the dinner.”

“It’s flat now,” you mumble.

“That’s oke, we get some food on our way home. Nat will be there later too,” Steve says, helping you get up.

Your legs are shaking, and you’re clinging to your boyfriend and his arm is wrapped around your waist while you make your way to his motorcycle to pick up some food and drive the two of you home.

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨

𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬.

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[imrllytootiredforthis]

cy i have so many ideas its crazy 😭😭

when i was in high school i hated my chemistry classes 💀💀but now when i think about it... yk in some classrooms especially where biology and chemistry classes are held there is a small room attached to them like a storeroom? where they have all the equipment and supplies ? lmao this is already so long but i just needed to describe it, it gets better i promise

so like yesterday i randomly remembered one of my chemistry classes and suddenly i thought abt soob in those glasses like you know, the black ones ..him in a doctor's coat and..the other students are in class totally unaware of what two new teachers are doing in the storeroom😋😋damn just,, making out w him all while having ur knee between his crotch?? ordering him to be quiet or else everyone will find out what a slut their new chem teacher is (he'd secretly love it, we all know the boy is a slut for degradation and humiliation)😔he'd whimper soso much he wants more and he needs more, he's so riled up,, practically drooling but the fact that he can't have u fuck the brains out of him now makes him practically cry and beg to stop,, the pleasure is too much to handle☹️☹️(u could literally swear at him😭😭i bet he'd let out a couple of moans at that😴)

PLS THIS IS SO LONG,,,i couldn't stop myself cause begging soob>> idk whats gotten into me lately but ig i have a tiny thing for exhibitionism?😩😩no but fr its so hot?

p.s. im glaad ur here for the weekend 😭😭i'll patiently wait for ur official comeback ❣️

i saw this right when i woke up...and jesus, i love you so, so much because😵‍💫😵‍💫

are you, by chance talking abt this soob?...

him in a white lab coat😵‍💫😵‍💫

okay, okay

class started 10 minutes ago. the students are confused, checking the time, emailing their two new teachers to the class, some are even straight-up leaving, muttering about a waste of time

most stay, wondering if they just forgot or got stuff in traffic or something else

completely unaware to the fact that in the little storage closet off to the side of the room...

their pretty professor is shoved up against the wall, pinned with his arms beside his head, lip tugged between his teeth, panting and whining as he grinds down on your knee.

god, he's so needy, trying to quietly beg for more, gasping at the feeling of your teeth grazing his neck

"y'know, this isn't very professional professor choi," you start, pulling away, too composed when all he can do is let out the neediest little mewl, trying to reach his high while tears form in his eyes.

"d-don't care!" he tries to pull his hands away, cup himself and get the stimulation you're just barely giving him but your grip is iron strong, smile all too teasing and all too mean. "just m-make me feel good! please, wan', wan' you to fuck me!"

you press your thigh up against him hard. "right when all of our students are just outside, huh? want them to know that their professor is in here getting fucked like a slut?"

the moan he lets out is nothing less than completely ruined and very, very loud, reverberating through the small room in a way that would've been so hot if not where you were

his hand is free suddenly, as you slap a hand over his mouth, his eyes going wide. "shut up, you slut," you hiss,

the tears fall and you can feel drool building up behind your hand, he can't help himself, his head going on overdrive, his free hand gripping the bottom of your leg, fucking himself desperately against it.

"please, please, please," he whimpers, words garbled against your hand. "more, need more!"

#inbox💌 #soobin smut #sub soobin #sub!soobin #txt smut #sub txt #sub!txt #hard thoughts #txt hard thoughts #dom reader #dom!reader #d7dream<3 #ideas👀

[annasghosts]

I haven't written a microfic in a while, but I had an idea.... 👀 for @jilymicrofics with the prompt: fresh

Secret and lies

“Lily-”

“I’m fine.” She says, taking her time placing the coat on the couch. She smooths the wrinkles, proud to hear her voice not wavering, her tone detached enough that, if she doesn’t turn around, her friend might believe her.

“You’re not fine.”

“Why not, Mary?” The words come out strangled this time and Lily swallows. Don’t cry, don’t cry.

“Because you were supposed to get married yesterday and James didn’t show up.”

She laughs at that, at the absurdity of the situation, at the pain that hits her again, that takes the air from her lungs, and she can’t stop the tears this time. She raises her fingers to wipe at her cheeks, hating herself for her weakness, but the wound is still too fresh to bring herself under control.

James. His loud laugh, his strong arms that used to hold her so tight, that made her feels so safe, so loved, so at peace. Those memories are painful now that she has to face the truth, to accept that he doesn’t love her, that he probably never did or that he changed his mind, regretted asking her to marry him and didn’t even have the guts to face her.

A hand brushes her shoulder and Lily flinches. “Look, you don’t have to come today.”

“Why not?” She asks, turning around, her eyes burning. “I’m a member of the Order as much as he is.”

“I know, but no one would judge you if you needed-”

“I don’t.” She cuts her off. “If he doesn’t want to see me, he can stay at home.”

Mary doesn’t seem to have an answer for that and they stand there, awkwardly, until Lily can’t take it anymore and moves towards the kitchen. It feels weird to be back here, in the apartment she used to share with her friend, when she had all those projects with him, a life already planned. But it’s pointless to hold onto dreams. If he forgot about her so easily she will learn to do the same.

***

The pity is the worst part. She can handle the surprise, she can even take pride in it. It strokes her ego to know that they didn’t expect her to come, but she won’t let them feel sorry for her.

They sit down and she can’t help it, she looks across the room, unsure of what to feel when she spots the empty chair next to Sirius. She tries not to look at the other empty chair, the one that used to belong to her, but fails. Her hands start shaking and she’s about to get up because she can’t do this when she hears the door in the back swing open and freezes in her seat.

She knows it’s him. She memorized the sound of his steps long ago. She has loved that sound, cherished it, just as she’s loved him. She hears him faltering and that feels good, but then he moves forward, drags the chair back and now she knows he’s sitting there.

Staring ahead doesn’t help. She’s confused, angry, so much that she can’t make sense of Moody’s words and that only angers her more because her life is on the line and she can’t even pay attention, but then a thought overtakes her and she can’t push it back, can’t fight it, can’t avoid it. I’m not a coward. She knows it’s true. She’s never backed down from a challenge, not with Petunia, not with Severus, not with the people who look down on her for being Muggleborn. She closes her eyes for a moment and then, when she knows she won’t crumble, she looks up. He’s focused on Moody and she observes him, taking in the dark circles under his eyes, the way he’s pressing his lips together, but then he suddenly turns, as if he felt her eyes on him. There’s anguish there, grief, but she looks away.

She won’t be fooled this time, not by James Potter.

#jily #jily fic #jily microfic #james potter #lily evans #marauders #order jily #angst

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Rabbitt's monstrous october fics.

Oh, BEAR-zatto!

Carmen Berzatto x reader

You go bring Carmy the pills he forgot at home, but a little too late..

A/N: Part two of my monster themed fics! Enjoy~

🎃 🐻 🧬 🐻 🎃

Difficult times at the restaurant are never good, bit managing to keep a relationship going on the side of that as well?

You came into the restaurant to bring Carmen's meds. You found the bottle on the kitchen counter this morning, knowing he always has them on his person. Bringing them over also gave you an excuse to do a quick checkup and see how he was doing.

Ouside the window you could already hear the shouting and right before you a delivery guy walked out of the door, rolling his eyes. "I'd stay out of there if I were you.." With that he hopped back into the van and drove off.

They just started the last two weeks of setting up before opening again as The Bear, things had been crazy stressful and you were worried about him. You barely saw him because of his insanely long workdays. He'd come home to you already asleep and he'd be gone by the time your first alarm went off.

Taking a deep breath you stepped into the restaurant and were immediately met with a shouting match between almost everyone there. The only one not shouting, and the only one noticing you come in, was Marcus who gave you a quick nod.

You figured your best plan was to carefully walk over and say hi, hoping it'd help with the overwhelming amount of noise. Reaching Carmy you put a hand on his arm, announcing your presence and making him jump quite literally. "What the fu-- hey." His sudden jump made you back up and really look at him. He was shaky, his breathing erratic. Made you wonder if he even took his medication this morning. You quickly dug through your bag and handing him the small orange bottle, placing it in his hand and wrapping yours around it. Meanwhile the screaming math between mostly Richie, Sugar, Tina and Sydney was still in full swing.

“Richie can you just shut up for a second?” Carmen snapped, turning away from your so he wouldn’t yell directly in your face and yanking his hands away from you in an aggressive manner. If you weren’t scared before you sure as hell were now. Yeah Carmen was loud and barked orders at them all the time but these was this tone to his demand that made you uncomfortable. You kept your gaze on him like you would keep staring at a spider on your wall, in fear of it suddenly doing something you didn’t expect while you tried to take it outside. He was taking weird, uneven breaths and the death grip he had on the bottle of pills made you back up until your back met Marcus’ side. He too had his eyes glued to his boss while the others completely ignored the order given only seconds ago.

“COUSIN!”

The whole place fell silent within a second at the shift of his voice, absolute horror in the eyes of each person there. You weren’t sure what was happening as everyone suddenly backed away.

All you could hear right now was Carmy’s fucked up breathing, almost groaning as he dropped to his knees, one hand in his hair and the other one holding himself up, the orange pill bottle still between his fingers.

You stepped forward, wanting to check if he was alright but multiple people stopped you. “What the fuck? Let me go!” Your raised voice caught Carmen’s attention, snapping his head your way for you to stare right into bright orange eyes, his breaths were now replaced with pained huffs and growling. Both his hands in his hair, forehead down to the floor as the sound of bones cracking reverberated through the partially renovated room. You jumped at the noise and pulled your arm free in shock, only for Tina to grab onto you and Sugar’s arm to move in front of you so you wouldn’t step closer.

So now all you could do was watch as two people held you in place. Short, deep grasps of breath came from Carmen’s hunched over form on the floor, his already white shirt now straining against what looked like protruding ribs, expanding with every gasp. A muscle spasm made him lose his balance, dropping down onto his shoulder, the pill bottle crushed in a thick clawed hand. He rolled over on his back with a pained noise you’d never heard coming from either a human or animal. Covering his face with one hand, bloodied drool pooling on the floor. One hand clawed at the neckline of his shirt until it tore, while the elastic of his sweats was holding up surprisingly well against his legs bulking out.

You didn’t know where to look. The shoes he managed to kick off before claws tore through his socks. The seams of his shirt tearing around spasming muscles on his torso and arms or the clawed being moved by what seemed to be a muzzle growing. with more fabric tearing away and seeing more of him it looked like fur was appearing on him. A slight shade darker than his hair and something just clicked.

“Bear?”

Your voice startled him, making him turn towards you with erratic movements.

With big, teary eyes he stared into yours before curling into himself again with a full on roar, his body filling out like a layer of fat was forming over his thick, heavy muscles. With that and the fur he really started to resemble a bear.

He dropped down after a minute, heavy breaths and soft groans were the only things heard while everyone still stood around him, wary of any sudden moves.

When it all seemed calm and Carmen had only sat up to stretch out his newly shaped limbs and sniff around everyone seemed to calm down again. Sugar had moved to your side and Tina had let go, but still kept you close to make sure you wouldn’t do anything in your confused state.

“He’s a lot calmer than Mikey was.” Sugar’s comment gave you something to think about. “Do all of you do that.” The question really slipped out, not meant to be said out loud at all. She let out a soft, breathy laugh at your sudden words. “Mikey had it, I don’t.” She looked over at her brother who was sluggishly moving around the room, sniffing around. “We were never sure Carmy carried the curse. Not until he lost his shit one day and he almost clawed mom’s face off.” Her casual shrug mad even more questions rise but you decided to keep those in for now.

“So, now what?” You gesture at him and look around the group for answers. Richie shrugs and walks around a bit, moving a box from one table to another, seeing if he got a reaction. When he didn't he decided to go clean up some more until he'd turn back.

Honestly this wasn't how you planned to spend today but you were happy to learn some more about your boyfriend and his family without having to deal with the shitty family members or wearing down Carmy because he felt like he had to explain his past now that you were dating.

You were taking a short break to eat something and check your work mail when you felt something against your leg. Averting your attention away from your tablet and towards your leg you spotted your still furred boyfriend resting his chin on your thigh, half underneath the table and let out a content grumble.

You smiled down at him and slowly moved your hand to pet his head and scratch his cheek.

You really had to sit down with him later when he was back to his regular, human self.

#sometimes i write #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto imagine #the bear

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Forgetting the end of the third part of second chance, all of it just made me feel so sad for Lucien. Someone needs to write something about Lucien being brought to Helion way younger, like as a child or something.

Look at me turning into Vanseera and Helion blog and all this time I thought I didn't have it in me. Also, I think I was supposed to make it better but I might just made it worse... upsie...

warning: blood, beating, child birth, all the warnings that come with Beron.

Live, Licien, live

The wind was so harsh. So cold. So bitter. Rarely were the nights in autumn so cold but it seemed like the world had been suffering today alongside Eris. Maybe it was his father's bitterness that followed him. Maybe it was his ever-seeing eyes, that now lashed at him for disobeying. He was supposed to be in the training hall, kicking and slashing at his other brothers. But he couldn't not after today. Not when he had watched the horrors of it for some time now.

How long can one neglect the inner voice? Shouting and clawing at you that it was all wrong. That this was not how the world worked. Couldn't be. His father had been wrong. Real power couldn't lay in the joy of making others suffer. Beg. Bleed beneath your feet. Eris had already done so many things wrong. Had given in to his father's cruel demand. Out of fear of dying himself, had bled others dry. But he never forgot their faces. He could name every single soul he sent to the other world. But this time. This time he couldn't sit still.

Eris's mother had given birth a couple of hours ago. Yet from the moment the pregnancy was announced, Eris felt that something was off. Beron valued his litter. The fighting dogs his wife provided. Eris had watched her go through childbearing multiple times and his father's hands would soften when the swell in her stomach rounded. Yet this time she was offered a cell. A bucket. Beatings. Water if she was lucky. And Eris had never been more confused. Was Beron suddenly against having more sons?

He tried to raise the question to his father. It wasn't in a pleading way, he approached it as a future high lord and yet the furry that left his father the moment Eris spoke his mother's name. The beating had been like no other. Eris hadn't even crowded out of the throne room after. Just laid there hoping that his body would heal a little and then he'll drag himself out. But that was more than enough for him. The baby growing wasn't Beron's. That was clear.

So Eris slipped into the cell as often as he could. He still couldn't properly feed his mother because someone would notice but he kept the food as nutritious as possible. Enough to keep them both alive, to help the baby grow and his mother go through labor. He had bribed the guards who had been ordered to beat her. Eris couldn't stop them fully because his father came down here almost every day to watch his wife fade away. But enough to keep the kicks and slashes away from her bump and breasts, enough to soften the blows.

Eris had pleaded for days for her to tell him the truth. Tell him who the father was so that he could hold onto something. Know why the furry in his father burned so hard. She said nothing, "Not your burden to carry", she said day after day. Until she went into labor. Way too early. Way too fast. The beating that night had done the trick. Even her body had given up on growing that innocent soul within her.

Eris had found her in a pool of blood, panting, gritting her teeth. Pleading with the gods to not let this happen. To let her keep him within her womb just a bit longer. But fate was cruel. It had laughed at his mother that night. No one came to help her. The cell doors had been locked tight the moment her screams echoed through the basement. Eris knew that this was another way of making her pay. Having her die like a rat there while bringing a bastard into this world.

Just Eris had learned parts of the house no one besides him knew off. He had dragged buckets of water there in a hurry, blankets. Did he know what he was doing? No. But his mother was there. The one source of decency. The only reason why he wasn't like his father. So at that moment, he didn't care what he had to do, he was going to fight for them if they refused to. He was going to try and save them.

Of course, his mother had tried to usher him away. Beginning to let her be in her shame. Let Mother Nature do her thing but Eris was unmoved. He crotched next to her. Pushing heaps of blankets behind her and beneath her back. "You'll get yourself killed", she sobbed, watching as he wetted the cloth to soothe the dizziness she was feeling, "Go, before his blade slashes your throat". But her words did little to inflict fear in Eris. He braced his hands on her legs, just as he had seen the healers do many times. Their eyes met and he could tell that something in his mouth had shifted.

Eris heard her scream even here. Even as he ran across the dark forest. At times the wind sounded just like her. No longer like his father. It sounded as if she was crying for her two boys. Her two sons who still had hope of keeping their hearts untarnished. Eris wished he could erase the image of her lifeless body, though. Wished he could have frozen the smile that brushed her features when Eris brought the baby closer to him, pressing his palm over his mouth, to drown out the sobs. And then in the blink of an eye, she was gone. Just a pile of broken limbs and a pool of blood. Eris had talked one more glance before he fled. Maybe they were going to assume she just died like this with the baby instead her. Just bled to death. He hoped they would. For everyone's sake.

The baby inside his arms let out a cry. A cry Eris wished he could have let out as well. Lucien. His mother had whispered the name before she went. Little Lucien. Eris only held the boy closer. Not even hours in this world and he was already fighting toughest battles. But Eris was going to make it better. He was going to save him. He could feel the baby squirming against his chest, feeling the little tears that fell onto his skin, "You'll live, you'll get to live. Live, Lucien, live", Eris muttered over and over as he rushed.

It only dawned on him how this all might look when he was standing right outside Helion's castle. The guards had pointed their weapons at him and here was Eris Vanserra, trembling like a leaf with a screaming baby in his arms, "I need to see him", he pleaded, "Let me see Helion". But no one wanted to listen and no one would have if not Helion himself had heard the commotion and the sobs.

"What's all of this", he had roared, making the guards stagger back. It's only when the red hair came into his view did he halt himself. That same color of hair Helion had kissed so many times on his lover. But it couldn't be her. There was no way for her to leave just like that. It's the panic. The smell of her. The smell of blood. That made him order everyone away as he pushed Eris through the gates.

Eris only managed to make it through into the hall before his legs bucked and he sank to the floor. "Boy, what's all of this? What's going on?", Helion demanded, yet it wasn't anything like the way Beron demanded. Helion had still left him a choice to refuse to answer. Eris didn't trust his words. Not just yet. Not after everything that happened tonight. He pulled his cloak off, pushed the side of his shirt aside, and pulled back the messily wrapped fabric.

Helion's eyes had grown big as he inhaled sharply. Eris could tell that he understood what this meant. That he hadn't expected it. But he knew what this baby was. "Yours", Eris crocked out. Letting the high lord reach out, to pull the baby out of his arms. "Mother died", those words made Helion's body shake, jaw clenching. But he only held onto the crying babe stronger, "Mother died but Lucien lives. Keep him alive Helion. Keep him alive".

#pain #it's what this is #helion x lady vanserra #helion x lucien #helion x eris #eris vanserra #eris vanserra imagine #helion imagine #lucien imagine #acotar imagine #acotar x reader #helion x reader #lucien x reader #eris vanserra x reader

[ughthisisntright]

The Most Dangerous Game | Silco x Male!Reader

Summary: Your desperate attempt to get away from The Eye of Zaun is foiled.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, p in a sex, general awfulness

Word Count: 1,180

Breaths heavy. Chest burning. Eyes watery. You’ve been running forever and you can’t remember where you’re going. All you know is that you’re trying to get away from him.

How in Janna’s name you found yourself here, in this abandoned warehouse, is beyond you. It’s been a long time since you first started running, and it was safe to say you didn’t pay much attention to where it was that you were going. He’d find you, though. He always did.

You pressed your back against the concrete wall and ran your hands down your face, the sweat mixing with the filth on your cheeks. Your chest heaved with each breath you took and your throat burned. Maybe he’d just kill you and do you a favor. It seemed to be the sick little game he was playing with you, anyway.

Just then, in the distance, you heard his boots hitting the ground. Thumping, clunking, and heavy as he stalked towards you. You felt fear well in your chest, closing your eyes for just a moment before opening them to the view of him stepping out of the shadows. Silco. Smiling. A cruel little joke? Or part of his master plan?

He walked slowly toward you, that smile never faltering, and his arms swinging loosely at his sides. He sauntered up to you and raked his eyes over your body. You weren’t too much shorter than him, a little more muscular, but you radiated an energy that he fed upon. His hand rested next to your head as he leaned in close to you.

“You silly boy,” he crooned. “You thought you could get away from me.” He dragged his free hand down your toned chest and hooked his fingers in your belt loops. He tugged your lower half closer to him. “Bet you thought I forgot.”

You gaped at him. He… He hadn’t forgotten your little… dream. You’d confided in him that you’d had a dream about him that made you a little more than uncomfortable - given he’s your boss. But now here he was giving you exactly what your psyche had gifted you all those nights ago. And all because you’d decided to go off on your own for a few days.

Sure, you’d blown him off and neglected his orders. But this… This was different. No he seemed to be enjoying this a little too much for someone who’s supposed to be mad at you. And then it hit you:

He’s using this as an opportunity.

He then grabbed your throat gently, one finger tracing your jawline. He chuckled softly at your powerless disposition. He managed to make you sink to your knees. How he did, you couldn’t recall. It was all spinning in your head. The next thing you heard was the snaps of his buttons on his pants coming undone. The very sound had your cock jumping in your pants, harder suddenly.

“You’ll repay me with your body, boy,” he growled lowly. His cock sprang free in front of your face and you wasted no time taking him in your mouth. His head rolled back as he moaned a deep and desperate sound from his chest. Your lips sealed tight around his tip as you sucked once harshly before taking him all the way to the back of your throat. Bobbing slowly, his hand found its way to the back of your head. The short hairs he was able to grab onto were gripped tight in his fingers as he guided your head up and down on his cock.

“That’s right,” he groaned. “Swallow it all, you rodent.” He was quickly coming undone under you and he had to force himself out of your mouth. He growled softly and forced you onto your hands and knees.

“S-Silco…” You finally found your voice after all this time. He grinned darkly behind you, but you couldn’t see of course.

“You’re almost done,” he purred in your ear. He tugged your pants down around your knees and reached around to stroke your cock gently. The sensation made you gasp, shuddering under his touch. He cupped your balls gently and you almost combusted right there in his arms.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to cum already, boy…” he chuckled and pulled his hands away from your throbbing member. He spit in his hand and coated his cock with his saliva. He positioned himself behind you, rubbing the tip of his cock against your tight hole. The feel of it made you shiver and push back against him. This only spurred him on further.

“Such an eager little boy, are you?” He slowly pushed himself inside you, stretching your ass wide with the girth of his cock. You groaned and let your head drop. The full feeling made you whimper softly before he seated himself to the hilt inside you. He grunted softly and leaned over your back.

“Still nothing to say?” He pulled out and snapped his hips back against your cheeks, a desperate cry ripping through your throat. He chuckled and found a good rhythm, the sound of skin slapping together filling the abandoned warehouse the two of you occupied. Your ragged breaths and his grunts filled your ears as he fucked you.

“S-Silco…!” You cried out his name, to which you were rewarded with two rough thrusts. “Yes! Feels so fucking good, ah!”

“That’s it- hah - Tell me how good it feels when I fuck your tight little ass, boy,” he growled into your ear and reached his hand around to pump your shaft meticulously. You clenched around him slightly, earning a guttural groan from him. You were so close. And he knew it.

“Want me to fill you up? Hm?” He teased into your ear, licking and kissing the shell of it as he pounded into you. You whimpered and moaned for him, trembling on your hands and knees. You held yourself up, leaning back against him as best as you could. He grunted softly and kept stroking your cock. A slight shift and he was hitting your prostate hard and with precision, which had you seeing fucking stars.

“F-Fuck! Yes! Yes!” You cried out and felt yourself falling over the edge. He thrusted hard into you once, twice, and then he let out a shattered moan. He came inside you, cock twitching as he pumped his cum deep in your body. You shot ropes of your own cum onto the concrete floor beneath you. Shuddering breaths and moans falling from each of your lips as you came down from such an exquisite high.

You were the first to move to look at him. Your eyes wide, lips parted, you shook your head in disbelief. He recognized the look on your face and leaned in to kiss you. Your lips molded with his. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, caressing yours and claiming you as his. When he pulled back, a short string of saliva was the only thing connecting you two. And then, with the most shit-eating grin the man could muster, he spoke.

“Good meeting.”

@saviourofzaun @legendscried @independentzaun

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[angelltheninth]

Making You His

Pairing: Hydra!James "Bucky" Barnes x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dirty talk, oral sex, rough sex, praise kink, degradation kink, rough oral sex, blowjobs, dom!Bucky

Word count: 1.9k

Ao3

A/N: Wrote this a long time ago and completely forgot to share it here. Anyway enjoy some Bucky filth!

Bucky didn't think he was a good man, not anymore at least. He was one of the worlds best and most ruthless assassins. He did his job well. So well that even the most powerful people in the underworld shook just from hearing his name. He was used to that fear and respect. And he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. After all no one in their right mind would defy him, he was the White Wolf after all. A living weapon.

But weapon or not he was still a man with needs. And those needs were to be met to his utmost satisfaction.

Tonight he chose you to be the one to meet those needs. You heard stories from the other women he's had, how he's ruthless, imposing, how he knows exactly what he wants, how he completely dominates his partner for the night just like he dominates his enemies on the battlefield. His conquest always come back with various bruises, bite marks and handprints. But they always say how he's a great fuck despite his rough nature.

"Why are you just standing there?" His voice cuts trough your thoughts, you look up and meet his gaze. He's still in full gear, only in the process of taking of the mask covering his mouth. You must admit he has a very handsome face, "Close the door and get over here. I don't have all day." He sounded irritated, so you do as he says not wanting to anger him further.

You step closer to him, he lifts up his hand and you stop, a few steps away from him.

"So you can follow orders after all. Good." He starts unbuttoning his uniform, slowly and teasingly.

"Do you… do you want me to do that for you sir?" You ask in a meek voice.

"You do what you're told, when you're told. And you will call me Bucky. Understood?" You nod quickly, "Good girl." He bares his chest, throwing his uniform away, only leaving his pants, underwear and artificial arm. He steps close to you, looking you up and down. Slowly he walks around you in a circle, like an animal in the wild stalking its prey. You can feel his breath on your neck as he leans in and takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent. It sends shivers down your spine. His hands suddenly grab your breasts, fondling them hard, cupping and squeezing, making you gasp. He pinches your nipples trough your clothes, the pain sending a jolt of warmth to your core, "Don't move." You feel his hands grab your dress ripping it clean off your body, tearing it to shreds. Immediately his hands are back on you, his mouth trailing hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck.

You can't help the gasps that escape your mouth, the adrenaline running trough your veins, the lust, the warmth gathering in your lower stomach, your panties getting wetter by the second.

Suddenly his hand enters your panties, cupping your roughly, his fingers moving over your folds, his thumb flicking your clit, "Oh fuck." You breathe out as your hips buck into his hand.

"So wet already? I barely touched you. You must really want my cock." His voice is husky in your ear, deep and seductive. You yelp as you feel his fingers plunge into you, fucking you hard and fast, deep and oh so fucking good. You can already feel your orgasm building. The others weren't kidding when they talked about his skills. This man might be a deadly sex god for all you know. And he's here with you, with his fingers inside you, fucking you. Just as you feel you're about to come his fingers stop and leave your pussy. You groan at the loss. You hear him chuckle, a dark seductive chuckle right in your ear, "You didn't think I'd let you come before I did. Remember your place." His hands push you down by the shoulders, your knees meeting the rough carpet. He walks over until he's in front of you, seemingly having took off his pants and underwear in the process.

He stands before you completely naked. His cock rock hard, the head an angry read color. He looks even more primal. You feel his silver hand on the beck of your head, "Open your mouth." You take another look at his cock, its so goddamn big. How the hell are you gonna take it all? You look up at him, his expression indifferent, which somehow makes him look more intimidating. You gulp and open your mouth for him. As soon as its open he thrusts in, his other hand joining the back of your head to keep you still. You gasp and whine as he begins to fuck your mouth roughly. Even as you attempt to move your head, further back his hands keep an iron grip on you. The only sounds being your moans, your whines, his grunts as his hips move faster and faster.

His cock is delicious, hot and throbbing, his pace ruthless. Since you can't move your head you move your tongue, licking his cockhead, tasting drops of cum starting to drip from it. The taste is stronger than you're used to, sharper.

"You…" He grunts as his his pick up pace, "Your mouth feels so nice, like it was made to suck dick, my dick. You like it don't you, like the taste of my cock." He grunts again, his cock beginning to twitch," I can feel your little tongue swirling around it. How much practice have you had to be such a good mouth fuck?" You can only moan and whine in response, doubling your efforts, licking him the best you can, "Get ready. I want you to swallow every last drop." With one last thrust he empties himself down your throat, thrusting deep, keeping your head completely still, his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you gag and choke. But he doesn't care, he told you to swallow, and he won't let go until you he empties himself completely.

As you feel the last spurs up come drip on your tongue you can tell that he's still just as hard as when he started. He pulls himself away from your mouth, rubbing his length with his normal hand, ready to go again. The sight of him, still hard even when he just came into your mouth, makes your panties flood with arousal, "Please." You didn't even notice you said it until you saw a grin spread across his face.

"Begging for more already. You're a horny little whore aren't you? Hungry for more of my cock, my cum. Say it again, beg me for my cock. Beg me to fuck you." His hand speeds up, jerking his cock as he looks down at you.

"Please. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. Ruin me. Bucky." You whine his name, submitting to him completely, like you heard he likes.

"Get on your hands and knees, right now." You nod and hurry to the bed, taking of your bra and panties frantically. You get into position on the bed, wiggling your hips. You hear Bucky chuckle as the bed dips behind you, his hands grabbing your hips, his cock teasing you, rubbing against your ass, between your pussy lips, coating it in your wetness "You're an eager little slut aren't you. Your cunt is dripping wet, so hungry for my cock, just asking to be taken, to be filled." His words send another flood of arousal trough you, you can feel it dripping down your thighs, "I'm gonna fill you, fill you with my cock, my cum, mark you with it. Let everyone know who's whore you are. And you're gonna like it. You'll like being my good little whore."

He enters you swiftly, without warning, sending you falling on your elbows. He laughs as his hands grip your hips, "Fuck… you're so big, oh my god… its filling me up… your cock…" You can barely get the words out, gasping every time his hips slam against your ass.

"I could break you." He growls above you, "These hands, this body, I've taken so many lives. And yet here you are, moaning and begging for me to bring you pleasure. A killer, a weapon." His words flood you with adrenaline, your pussy clenching around him, your hips desperately trying to move along with his, "Did that turn you on? Knowing what I can do, what I've done, and still… here you are, your pussy gripping me so tight like its never taken a cock before. Not one as good as mine."

You shake your head, "No never. I… please more, give me more, I need…"

"What what do you need. Tell me." One of his hands pushes your head into the mattress, giving him a better angle, making his cock hit just the right spot every time he thrusts.

"Make me come… please…" You throw your head back, moaning openly and loudly.

"Bold of you to make demands of the White Wolf. But… your pussy is so tight, taking me so well, its mine, mine to fuck. You're mine." you feel his lips against your neck.

"Yours. All yours." You bare your neck for him.

He licks and bites, making sure leave bruises where everyone can see. The idea of being his, marked by him, owned by him, its enough to make you come, his name broken by a string of moans. He grunts as he feels your pussy flutter around him, coming all over his cock.

"Such a greedy little cunt you have, coming before I did." His hips piston into your pussy, his pace wild and animalistic, fitting of his code name. Your body's still sensitive, your mouth never ceasing making the filthiest moans you've ever made. Suddenly he halts, his cock burring deep in your pussy, jet after jet of cum spilling inside you, sending you into your second orgasm.

You almost never get two orgasms, sometimes you don't even get one, your clients too caught up in their own pleasure. He really did ruin you for everyone else. So passionate, so rough, so wild. You feel him pull out, hearing his breathing even out, his cum dripping down your thighs and onto the bed. He gets up from the bed and starts putting his clothes back on. In the meantime, you struggle to catch your breath, you flip over on your back, one hand thrown over your eyes. Your legs are still spread open, his cum dripping out of you.

When you look at him he's already fully clothed, his mask back on. He runs his hand trough his sweaty hair, slicking it back, little strands of hair falling over his forehead and his eyes, making him look even more primal to you. You moan at the sight. You thought it was silent but he definitely heard you, judging by his eyes narrowing at you momentarily. He walked to the side of the bed and leaves a large amount of cash on the nightstand.

"I'll be back next week. Make sure you're available for me." With that he walks out of the room, leaving you on the bed alone.

You take a deep breath, you can still taste him, his cock, his cum. Still feel him filling you up. Your hand swipes over your pussy, gathering the cum there. You bring your hand to your mouth, sucking and licking his cum. Damn, you're horny again. And you can't wait for next week, when he comes back to make you his again.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky smut #dark bucky x reader #dark bucky smut #dark bucky barnes #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x female reader #marvel mcu #marvel smut #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu smut #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

[chastiefoul]

midnight drabble | alhaitham

this is truly just me rambling and i realized it's alr 1k words

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“haitham, you’re a terrible drinking buddy.” you put your drink aside, crossing your hands at the table as if preparing for a serious conversation. “i don’t think i’m responsible into living up the expectations you have of me in your head.” he said quietly, sipping on his drink. “always so serious, you do know this is why i’m your only friend at akademiya, right?”

“well-“ he started and you quickly cut him off. “stop. don’t start with me. even if kaveh was held at gunpoint i think he’d still hesitate on calling you a friend, and you know that.” the retort left the man that sat across you speechless.

to be fair, the word friend that said to describe your relationship also doesn’t sit right with alhaitham. he didn’t know when it started, but he definitely know that he yearned for your affection, longed to hold you, to call you more than a friend, to tell you that your presence had made his bleak life more exciting and fun—words that he did not use often before meeting you. however, he would also like to take this useless realization down to his grave. every other day and whatnot now you really loved to remind him that you’re his only friend, doesn’t that make it very clear where your stance is in this relationship thing?

for now he had to settle that being near you is enough.

“what are you thinking?” you said, ceasing his train of thought. he looked at you whose voice slightly slurred. “nothing.” he thought about drinking more but drew his hand back seeing how you’re getting drunk and it would need someone sober to bring them home. “lies, your face shows otherwise just now.” you put the weight of your head on your right hand, staring intently at the gray-haired male. “just.. a deadline i forgot.” he rested his gaze somewhere else. you snorted loudly, like a wave of laughter just hit you suddenly and you couldn’t hold it in. “fine, i won’t force you to tell. but you’ll have to know that’s a very bad excuse, mr. ‘i always submit my work a week early’”

“touche.” alhaitham drank to that.

-

“i’m done here, wanna head back?” you started to stand up, heading out from the tavern. haitham paid the tab and was quick to tail you out. contrary to what he always said the next morning, he really didn’t mind taking care of you when you’re drunk. if it means more time being close to you like this, then he wouldn’t dare to mind.

not long after following you, he saw you standing still looking around for something. when he reached your vision, your eyes lit up. “there you are!!” you put your hand around his waist, dangerously low—and certainly low enough to make the usual stoic man slightly flustered. he sighed, having seen this way too many times but he hadn’t allowed himself to be used to this. not when he could lose this familiarity any second of the night.

“you’re always so-” he cut himself off, knowing whatever complaints will fall on deaf ear. so inconsiderate as to how i feel.

“let’s get you home first.” he put an arm on your shoulder, his big hand rested on the side of your upper arm. unlike usual where you just let yourself dragged around by him, this time you just stood there, not budging.

“haitham, kiss me.” you casted your gaze down.

“i don’t kiss drunkards,” he nonchalantly said, thinking it’s just another of your rambling under the influence of alcohol. but when you looked at him, he was surprised at your serious expression, traces of being intoxicated was nowhere to be found.

“then what if i’m not drunk?” you asked, this time your eyes was unwavering, looking straight at the male in front of you. he seemed a bit conflicted, still wasn’t sure if you’re being honest or not. but it was true, you only ordered grape juice a moment ago. come to think of it, assuming that you’re drunk wasn’t really your fault now is it?

haitham is a tough nut to crack, even more so than some researches you were forced to jump into as a student at akademiya. however under the layers of that, you could not help but be drawn to him as you get to know him. haitham who’s always seemed so out of touch with his emotions, when it turns out he’s just having a hard time understanding things that is not in text books. you saw the way his eyes drooped ever so slightly every time you said you had to go out of sumeru to work on a project, or when his lips displayed the tiniest smile when you told him you would wait for him in the library to go home together. his gestures were extremely subtle but you could not let it go unnoticed, especially when you’re about the only person whose presence let him to lower his guard.

“then how about this, kiss me first then you tell me if you taste any alcohol or not.” it was a daring move, but it was a needed push. alhaitham wanted to refuse, probably, although that thought went away as quick as it came when your hand came in contact with his cheek, bringing his face close to you. “make sure to taste it, alright?” you whispered, then leaned in.

the kiss was intended to be short and sweet, however you’ve underestimated your own desire to have this man’s lips against yours. his kiss quickly became intense, yet it’s still gentle. with one last peck you parted, “how about it?” you asked. “not terrible.” he said curtly, the last ounce of composure he had manage to reply. but it clearly betrayed the pleasant expression he had on his face completely.

you raised an eyebrow, implying that clearly, it was not what you asked. haitham stared at you and a realization hit him, perhaps pretty hard since he decided to rest his gaze elsewhere but on you. “no alcohol.” he confirmed.

“so, not terrible huh? i thought it was pretty amazing.” you teased, peering at him. he clicked his tongue, still a bit flustered. “stop teasing.” he sighed.

“i’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” you confessed, the night breeze freshened your head a little. haitham was having a hard time believing that. “and this is coming from someone who’s so adamant in saying that you’re a friend?”

“yes, and that’s coming from someone whose face always becomes strange when i said it? tonight was for that, if you had refused to kiss me then that’s that.” you said. “i don’t think i could ever resist you.” he said honestly. his bluntness made your heart skip a beat.

“well next time, we’ll just have to do it in a better place and time.” you smiled, “next time, huh?” he pondered, this time he put his hands on either side of your waist bringing you close. he stole another kiss. “can we just do it whenever?” another kiss.

“can’t get enough?” you teased. “never.” he replied. you tangled your hand to his grey locks, bringing him close for another kiss yet again. fortunately it was way past midnight and you were both at the darker side of the road which would be no matter since it’s pretty much empty.

you both pulled away.

“not a really terrible drinking buddy anymore, don’t you think?”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x reader #genshin fluff #genshin scenarios

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Could you do like a little one shot of nsfw Scout with short s/o? Your writing is so good 😭😭😭 the short headcannons got me feeling some sorta way

*cracks knuckles so hard that I spontaneously combust* ok

Scout X Reader: There Are No Good Guys In War (NSFW)

Jeremy hated halloween.

Every year, something incredibly supernatural would happen and it would never be within’ the Mercs’ favor. A guy with a pumpkin head, a floating eye, a centuries old lich that Soldier had once called his friend? He wondered what would occur now — now that the Gravel wars made their way to Japan. Scout had did very short history lessons of this country in high school. But overall the general population in America seemed to agree that Japanese people were somehow “bad.” And Japanese people themselves didn’t enjoy Americans either. He wondered if maybe the locals would kill him before a vengeful kami would find him and Team Fortress.

“I mean— Look at this place. Look, I can’t blame them. Everybody’s lookin’ at me. I’d be fuckin’ pissed too if somebody blew up my city.” Scout told you, as he impulsively scooped white rice into his mouth.

You looked out the window of the countryside restaurant. Watching people walk by. “They are suspicious of us. Like you said. Although to be honest I don’t think they want to hate you.” You said slowly.

“Why not? I’m literally a guy from the country they went to war with not that long ago.”

“Well, yes. But you didn’t give the direct orders, did you? You just want peace. Like the majority of civilians.” You respond. Your gaze fell upon the window again, contemplating his words.

Scout was contemplating your words too. A mild frown spread across his face as he put his empty bowl down. You could recognize that face anywhere from Scout— something was bugging him and he’s going to be ungodly amounts of stubborn about it: He’ll never tell you what the problem is.

The both you left an hour later. Walking out into the stratus clouds overhead. The trees you could vaguely recall having cherry blossoms were now bare and the rest of the trees lacked any shade of green. Scout looked greatly affected, as if his mood couldn’t get any worse from that conversation. He had expressed to you before having mild seasonal depression. He looked down at your short physique and tilted his head.

“Uh, so that bathhouse or whatevea, huh?”

“Yeah, just give me a minute. I forgot to turn in a contract.” You said, the australium contracker in your hands looked dull with so little sunlight. You knew Scout didn’t look too good, but you hesitated out of respect for his wishes. If he didn’t want to speak that was fine. “You remembered to hide that body right?”

“Huh? Yeah. I threw it in some trash bin or somethin.” Scout swayed his arms impatiently on the sidewalk. Shuffling his feet and getting distracted by every single thing that moved.

“Oh great.. They definitely won’t find it there.” You said, sarcastically. Although you were less than surprised. You were used to this incompetence by now.

Suddenly, you felt a lack of weight and you were being hauled into the air. Scout threw you over his shoulder and left your legs kicking in the air. You let out a shameful yelp that would give a Pomeranian a run for its money.

“Wh— Scout! God dammit I need t—“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shuddup. Let’s go, nerd.” He placed oddly seductive empathsis on the last word. Although you considered yourselves as friends it was slowly beginning to seem otherwise. Treating you like a high school bully was a subtle hint. Scout was in denial and swore he had eyes for only Pauling. Your interactions begged to differ. You weren’t dumb.

You snarled at him, allowing yourself to be carried for a short distance. Part of you wanted to reach down and spank him on the rear because of how close you were. But Scout was jogging too fast. The bumpy ride didn’t even give you time to think. Let alone his heavy breathing.

You let yourself down from the taller man, trying to assess your surroundings. Only to find you were at the exact address listed on the magazine. You blinked for a second and took in the forested path that wasn’t there before. He shoved you forward with one hand to the bridge that led to the Onsen.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, holding your back. “You’re stronger than you look, that hurt!”

“You’re adorable, y’know that? You’re like a kitten if a kitten was like.. four inches.” He said, raising his hand to your height. “Yeah well, maybe don’t be so small. It’s like you’re begging me to throw you. FYI. Stop drinkin’ coffee and maybe you’ll be a more respectable height, doofus.”

“Jesus, Scout..” You mutter, trying to hold back the smile that nearly crept its way onto your face. He was a rather lovable asshole.

It only took a few minutes to find a private room. By a few minutes — that is — an hour of Scout trying and failing to speak fluent Japanese to the poor caretaker in front. But finally they got the memo and took you two to the outdoor bath, muttering something what you could only assume was derogatory towards Scouts’ behavior. You began to wonder if the reason he felt hated so much by them is because he has a general disregard for common decency.

You watched Scout take off his shirt. This was an unintentional strip tease for you. Watching him undo his belt was making you feel even more. You decided to look away, feeling a bit guilty.

“Hey uh.. Y/N.” He sighed. “Do you think i’m.. A bad person? Like, as in a bad guy?”

“Can you rephrase the question?” You tell him, sarcasm dripping off your tongue like venom. Rolling your eyes at his occasional lack of self awareness. You went about undoing your own work uniform.

“Hey, I mean it. Like, do you think i’m.. Bad, for being a mercenary? Beating the shit out of old men and whatnot?” He asks you. There is a hint of sadness in his voice that makes your heart break.

You sigh in defeat. This is not a conversation you wanted to have, but it was an important question you felt nonetheless. You couldn’t blame his innocence in this situation. It’s not like his Mom had a coherent answer to this either. You fumbled around in your brain for a nempathetic yet truthful answer.

“Scout, none of us are truly good guys.” You say, looking at yourself in the reflection of a puddle. “A mercenary is opportunistic, and takes jobs because he knows it will get him the money he so desperately needs.”

You continue on. “When the war happened, when you were a newborn I mean — they attacked each other because they were scared. Is it bold of me to assume that humans act crazy in general when they feel threatened? In your case it was poverty. You wanted your family to survive. Any other method felt hopeless. Not that these actions are justified but—“

“I enjoy beating the shit out of people, is the thing.” Scout got his clothes off while you weren’t looking. You could hear slight concern in his tone.

“Yeah well that’s probably because you went to school in a shitty atmosphere— what the FUCK?!”

You were about to tell him that in the grand scheme of things, you’d always adore him nonetheless. Even if he was a massive morally dubious prick. But your intimate philosophical conversation with him was cut short when you gazed upon his body. This was the first time you’ve seen him fully undressed.

..Let alone with a massive hard on.

“What?” He asked you. “You see this shit? This is all god’s handiwork, babey.” He assumed you were just admiring his figure and presented himself by flexing. “Lookatdis. Fuckin’ unstoppable titanium. Fifty pounds of concrete stacked atop a goddamn bedrock foundation.”

He was completely unaware of his throbbing dick. Your mouth began watering, and you looked towards the bath. It didn’t really occur to you until now that him holding you might’ve done this.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” You ask him, taking a deep breath.

“I mean.. Two friends bathing isn’t romantic in any way, right?” He asked. “Right?”

“Right.” You lied. Oh lord, you were about to fuck a godamn trigger happy twink silly until he couldn’t walk.

A trigger happy twink that was loved nonetheless.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #scout x reader

[elena-mayfair]

Daring to dream

Paring: Morpheus x f!reader, Sandman x f!reader Warnings: tw abuse, sexual violence, swearing, graphic violence, adult themes, reader discretion is advised Summary: The Witch had always led a life full of nightmares, both living and dreamt ones. So when a Dream entered her life she simply shut him down and hid behind the safety of her walls. Will she dare to bring them down? What will Morpheus do when confronted with violence in her life? Word count: 6.9k Note: Gifs are not mine, credit to the authors.

Series Masterlist Part Twelve: Living Nightmare

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"Alright! So what are we doing here exactly?" Matthew asked as he flew down and sat on the table. The library recreated itself anew, a space that had not long ago been ruined and empty was now filled with shelves reaching up to the very ceiling of the castle, and each day new books appeared. For the past few days, Matthew had been finding Lucienne and Mervyn in the central area of the library surrounded by piles of books on every side. That day, curiosity got the better of him and he decided to join in.

"We are helping Lord Morpheus to find answers," Lucienne answered vaguely.

"To what exactly?!"

"Haven't you heard?! That Witch was able to do magic in the castle!" Mervyn answered without hesitation.

"Yeah, I wasn't here yet. I guess it is not something normal?" he asked unsurely.

"No, it is not," Lucienne answered kindly, "This is Deam's realm, no one has power in here, except Lord Morpheus."

"Where is Boss anyway?" Matthew asked.

"You are a lousy raven!" Mervyn snapped at him, "Shouldn't you be his eyes!? Whatever happened in the Waking World caused him to disappear under a mountain and create whatever monstrosities he created there!"

"Hey! For once I did what he asked me to do!" Matthew tried to defend himself.

"You never do what he asks you to do! Not exactly anyway! You got a lot to learn kid!"

Lucienne only exhaled heavily and massaged her forehead. Mervyn was right, but she knew that Matthew did what he thought was best. All of them had Morpheus' best interests at heart. A few days ago Morpheus suddenly returned home and without a word of explanation he ordered her to find anything that could explain Y/N unusual abilities and after that, he simply disappeared into the Dreaming. She haven't seen him since and didn't dare to go look for him.

Residents of the kingdom brought her word that he had spent some time sitting on top of a mountain in stillness staring at the changing sky above him. Word was that the terrible storm that hit the land two days past was his doing. Rumor spread that nightmarish creatures had taken up residence in caves beneath the mountains, while in the forests some gloomy voice was deceiving travelers from their paths.

"I've seen what she can do!" Matthew began again, "Even before he gave her his sand!" brief silence fell between them as Lucienne and Mervyn gasped in disbelief.

"He did what?!"

"What did you say?"

They asked simultaneously.

"He gave her a vial of sand," Matthew replied, "You didn't know?" he asked Lucienne.

"No I did not," she replied thoughtfully, "Why would he do that?!"

"Ha!" Matthew crocked loudly, "And who is lousy now! You really don't know?! There is a benefit of being new you know? You two had been away from humans way too long!" he snapped at them, "It's obvious that Boss is in love!" he cawed with certainty.

Lucienne answered nothing, Mervyn only snorted cynically but they both looked at Matthew as if they had suddenly received a miraculous enlightenment.

"You really didn't notice that?! Like, come on guys! Jasmine field was kinda on the nose don't ya think?" Matthew mocked.

"Lord Morpheus does not..." Lucienne started but Matthew didn't waste time interrupting her.

"Hey, listen Boss, I am the one who is with him there on the ground right?! I am the one who has an eye on her whenever he asks me! I know what I'm talking about! Maybe you two forgot a few things, but let me remind you, again, that not so long ago I was a human! I know love when I see one alright! And when I say that the Boss is in love, that means he is fucking in love! You should have seen his face when he saw her dancing with some random in the club!"

"That could destabilize the whole realm..." Lucienne murmured to herself.

"His in love?!" Merv exalted, "Stop! The kid has been here like five minutes!

"We need to find anything that could possibly explain the source of her unusual abilities..." Lucienne picked one book from the pile and started paging through.

"I'll help," Merv offered, "And you," he directed his attention to Matthew, "you better go and watch her. Look for any unusual behavior."

"Said the pumpkin to the talking bird" Matthew sassed, "She is a Witch! Everything involving her is unusual!"

"Then more unusual than usual! And birdie, you see anything you tell Lucienne before you tell the Boss."

"Mervyn!" Lucienne objected.

"Stop! Everyone knows that you secretly run this place!"

"I've got no problem with that," Matthew agreed, "Besides I don't think that in his current state Boss would even talk to me."

***

Morpheus knew that night was falling in the part of the Waking World where Y/N lived. He could feel it spreading its veil over the dreaming humanity to bring them, one by one, into his realm. Each night they wandered unknowingly on the paths he had created for them. Each night they welcomed one of his dreams or nightmares, and with its help, they embarked on the most beautiful adventures, realized the most beautiful dreams, faced the most terrible nightmares. It has been so since the dawn of time. It will be so until its end. However, the time he spent with his sister gave him much to think about. For billions of years he had not thought about the purpose of his existence. "We are here for them. This is our function and purpose." that's what Death claimed. Not so long ago, he would have agreed with her. He knew who he was, or rather what he was, he accepted his duties and carried them out thoroughly. For in his hands he held the entire dreaming consciousness of all existence. He had seen their dreams, he had seen their desires, he had seen their fears and nightmares. He had known each of them better than they knew themselves. To create a dream is to know how one feels. After all, what is a dream if not the most lucid articulation of our true self?

He had known people so well, knew their deepest desires, and yet he had long ago ceased to care. He had been creating dreams and nightmares in such a way as to allow them to take any shape, any form, to fulfill their function, regardless of who they were serving that night. He had no need to personally supervise their work; he had known what people were dreaming about, even if he had not been personally present in their dreams. "For what purpose would that serve." After all, people do not change; eons of life spent controlling their dreams had taught him that not much could surprise him anymore. He would occasionally influence the dreams of mortals personally when he deemed them too dangerous for humanity when an individual posed too great of a threat to life on earth. He would also personally oversee the dreams of great people, humans whose influence on the world would prove invaluable. Scientists, inventors, philosophers, and writers, the latter of whom he was most fond of. For in his eyes, those who told stories had an indescribable gift in their hands, the gift of shaping mankind's desires, the gift of inspiring, the gift of shaping human souls. They were bringing solace to those who suffered, strength to those who had fallen, inspiration to those who dared to dream. They were creating and making dreams a reality. He smiled slightly to himself at the memory of the words that he had inspired long ago….

All men dream; but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds Awake to find that it was vanity; But the dreamers of day are dangerous men. That they may act their dreams with open eyes to make it possible. - T.E. Lawrence

"He wrote that so well..." he thought, "I inspired him and he inspired so many dreamers of the Waking World."

Yes, Morpheus was particularly fond of writers.

But the rest of the dreaming consciousness of mortals did not concern him, people ceased to be of any interest to him, his function was to control their dreams, not to care about them, it was a task, a duty, and duties are carried out without emotions.

And yet, this night on the nightward shores of a Dreaming he felt lonely. Loneliness was washing over him in waves lapping and pulling at his spirit. That night, for the first time in eternity, he found himself worried, he felt that he cared.

He closed his eyes and, as he sifted through the grains of sand in his hands, he recalled images from a few days ago. The rage in her eyes, the pain on her face, the bloody bruises on her neck, and the wall she so desperately tried to surround herself with every word she spoke. "There is so much empathy and kindness in her, and yet she has received so much pain from life." He didn't want to feel it, he didn't want to feel care and compassion, he didn't want to feel desire, he didn't want to feel rage. Yet the feelings flooded him in waves, unleashed, burning, powerful, uncontrollable. "It isn't about a quest or finding purpose outside our function. Our purpose is our function." Death's words echoed in his head and yet they sounded empty, meaningless. Purpose, function, his duty, the duty he fulfilled for eons suddenly became nothing, like a void at the end of everything.

"It is not enough. Not anymore." he let the grains of the sand disturb the water and enter the dreams.

At that moment Dream of the Endless decided to dream.

***

"How do ya even find anything in here?!" Constantine asked as he scouted your bookshelf, "it's uh bloody mess!"

"Hey! I don't recall asking your opinion! It's my mess deal with it!" you sassed with a smile, "Keep looking! I'm sure it is there somewhere."

"I swear love, one day I'm going to catalog all of this in an alphabetical or chronological order!"

"Don't you even dare Constantine..." you warned and handed him a cup of tea.

For the second night in a row, you spent together in your apartment surrounded by books, manuscripts, empty whiskey bottles, and cigarette packets. The air around you was heavy with smoke and suffocating, neither of you would like it any other way. This was your world, a world of magic and sorcery, a world of secrets and mysteries that wanted to be found, that you wanted to understand. And your current undiscovered secret was your new abilities, your ability to wield a fragment of the power of the Endless.

"Sorry love but I don't think we will find any explanation in books," he took a sip of his tea and reached for one of the volumes.

"What was the thing you used to say? One thing I've learned is that you can know anything, you just need to find it."

"Don't ya' bloody quote me to me!" he snapped, "besides there is nothing to be found! cuz nah one ever in the history of this plane or any other had been able to wild power of the Endless n not suffer horrible consequences."

"Well lucky me then..." you sighted, "I just need to know!! It's driving me crazy!!"

"No bloody surprise here! Why did you keep it anyways?" John asked from above the book.

"Because Morpheus gave it to me..." you answered quietly, "It was a gift."

Constantine closed the book, grabbed his teacup, and sat down on the couch across from you. He looked at you closely for a while, the bruise on your face had almost disappeared, and its remnants were cleverly hidden under concealer and foundation. On your neck, however, fingerprints continued to reflect with colors of red, purple and green. You did not escape his gaze, you had nothing to hide from him. More than once he has seen you in a worse shape when you were hunting together for anything supernatural. And although these bruises were of a different nature, personal, with him you had no need to hide them. He was one of the few people you trusted, with whom you felt safe, with whom you didn't have to wear a mask and could simply be yourself. You had a true friendship, the kind of friendship that was a miracle and a rarity in the vicious world you lived in.

"I've never apologized..." he began with his eyes fixed on your neck.

"And you never have to," you cut him off shortly.

"Why you never told me? I would have blood killed the bastard!"

"That's why!" you pointed at him with your finger, "Because I knew you would do that! And that is not something that we do. Besides..." you hesitated.

"Wha'?"

"Come on John!! What was I supposed to tell you!! That I, a Witch, a sorceress, who hunts monsters for a living, I let some fucker abuse me?!" you snarled in frustration.

"Humans are often bigger monsters than the ones we hunt," he consoled.

"Be careful John, or I might just start to think that you do have a heart after all," you quipped.

"Heart? What's that?! Never heard of it!" he chuckled and lit a cigarette. "But going back to the subject, we won't find any answers in books or anywhere...."

"I don't need exact answers, but I don't know...I guess I was hoping that something at least similar had happened in the past," you sounded disappointed.

"We are going about it all wrong," he put down his cig in the ashtray, "Answers are not in books or in some wankers journals," he gazed at you, "They are in you."

"Poetic," you chuckled.

"Zip it! I bloody mean it! We are going about this like it's a case! But the bloody subject is not your powers but you. You is the case!"

"I don't wanna be a case!" you fumed.

"Well too bloody sorry, you are, so tell me everything from the beginning."

And so you did. Sparing very few details, you told him everything, starting from the moment you involuntarily began traveling to the Dreaming in your dreams, when for months you were seeing Morpheus standing in the distance overseeing his fallen Kingdom. You told him about how Morpheus had saved your life when you foolishly wanted to jump from the fourth floor, convinced that you were still dreaming. About how he invited you to his castle and how a shard of painted glass showed you his castle in its past splendor. You recounted memories of killing a demon, of being dragged down to Hell by Lucifer, witnessing Morpheus fight him and of your feelings when you held a vial of sand in your hand. You talked about how you accidentally heard Morpheus' thoughts when Dee used his ruby to destroy his kingdom, and along with it the human ability to dream. You had told him about it all and you had to be honest with yourself, it felt good to get it all out.

"Bloody hell..." he let out after you finished, "I've seen and been through my fair share of insanity but love... you take a grand prize!"

"Not funny," you murmured.

"So where is he now?! After all of that, where is Sandman?" he glared at you with a sneaky smile on his face.

"Fuck off..." you snarled.

"You are calling him by name so easily, it seems to me that you two is friendly," he pushed slightly, "What did you do, huh?"

You remained silent for a moment, focused only on dragging the cigarette that you held in your fingers. You frowned your eyebrows angrily, annoyed at yourself for falling so easily into the trap.

"Love?"

"I told him to fuck off alright!!!" you exploded which only caused Constantine to burst into an uncontrollable laugh.

"You did wha'?!" he guffawed.

"You are an asshole! Stop laughing!" you demanded, while simultaneously laughing yourself.

"Bu' it is too bloody good! You told a bloody Endless to fuck off," he wiped out tear that formed in the corner of his eye, "Oh bloody hell it's worse than I suspected!"

"What the fuck do you mean?!" you frowned.

"C'mon love," he grinned, "How long we know each other?"

"Fifteen years?"

"Exactly! It's fucking obvious don't ya' think?!"

"What is?"

"You're bloody in love with sodding Endless!"

***

On yet another night in a row, Morpheus made the decision to find him in the Dreaming. Since that fateful night, Y/N has not appeared in a Dreaming. He was convinced that she must have been drinking an enhanced Asfodelus potion to sleep without dreams. He was unable to look into her dreams, but he could find his. This was not an easy task, after all, he didn't even know his name. Nevertheless, he knew mankind, he knew that it had to be a man, a man who dared to hurt her. It never ceased to amaze him how much violence and hatred people harbor within themselves. Instead of searching for the unknown man in never-ending nightmares, he decided to find her in the dreams of others.

He first found her in the dream of her friend, a kind woman who surrounded the people around her with care after Dee used his powers on humanity. She was a good woman. With a good pure heart and an empathetic soul. There were very few people like her left in the world. In her dream, he saw Y/N sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace reading a book to the smiling children huddled around her. There was no magic, no horrors, no pain, just love and the warmth of a peaceful home. He smiled. This is what she wished for her. It was a good dream.

Then he found her in the sleep of a black Dane. He saw the relief in the dog's eyes as her horrified face leaned over him. She stroked him gently and tenderly, promising that no one would ever hurt him again. She promised to take care of him, promised that he wouldn't have to fear anything anymore, that he would still be a happy dog. She gently lifted him off the ground without even touching his body. Her power allowed her to carry him steadily in the air. He felt a gentle tickle on his sore dog body as her magic poured over him. He knew he could trust her. He whined quietly and allowed himself to be carried to warmth. No one would ever hurt him again.

The third dream in which he found her belonged to the woman whose life she had saved. He saw her huddled against the wall, looking at Y/N's smiling, bloodied face. He saw the exhaustion on her face, saw how much effort it took to stand on her own two feet, how difficult it was for her to speak words of comfort. However, he saw that in this woman's eyes Y/N was someone else entirely. To her, she was strength, she was someone who had changed her life, she was a voice of comfort and inspiration. He saw the way she looked at her when Y/N extended her hand to help her rise from the ground, the place on which she had spent so much time. The woman did not felt fear as she looked at her bloodied body and face, she was not afraid of her even after seeing what she did moments ago. For to her, she was the bearer of hope. Hope that she would never have to be afraid again. Hope that from now on her and her son's lives would be happy.

Morpheus left the third dream and moved on through the ocean of dreaming consciousness of mortal beings. He walked through the heather fields, where a couple in love indulged in passion and desire only to find himself moments later on a battleground where a brave knight fought a golden dragon. He entered a tavern where a bard sang a song about a fisherman's daughter while collecting coins from the gathered folk. Then he stepped into the black and red, a hellish ruined world painted itself before his eyes. He stopped for a moment as the sky lit up with red lightning flashes, and the all-encompassing silence was shattered by the aggressive riffs of an electric guitar. A young man with a storm of curly hair stood on the roof of a wrecked camper, he cranked up the amplifier and passionately began to play Master of Puppets by Metallica. The black sky above his head flashed with red as he furiously moved his fingers across the guitar's neck. He was good. "Most metal shit ever!!!" he heard in the distance as he left his dream to move on to the next one.

And the next dream was his.

Morpheus found himself in a small apartment so different from the one in which Y/N now lived. The colors of the walls, the pattern of the floors, the furniture, the curtains, the accessories everything was perfect. Perfectly matched, perfectly clean, empty, without a soul. There was nothing here that belonged to her.

"Hey baby!" he heard her radiant voice coming from the kitchen and he followed it. The rays of the afternoon sun illuminated her as she hurriedly bustled around the pots. Although her voice sounded cheerful her face was tired, sad, the fire in her eyes which he loved so much extinguished, they were empty and soulless, like all her surroundings.

A man appeared in the hallway. Tall, stocky, with hair the color of dark blond, he shed his leather jacket and revealed tattooed arms.

"Hey," he replied and walked into the kitchen, a cigarette was hanging from his lips. Morpheus watched as Y/N forced the most sincere smile possible and greeted him with a kiss.

"Launch will be ready in a moment," she said softly, "Shall I make you some coffee? How was your day?"

"Like every other day," he replied, "How long will I have to wait?" Morpheus did not like the tone of his words, as if he was deliberately trying to start an argument.

"Almost ready!"

The man took a beer from the refrigerator, then headed to the living room, sat comfortably in an armchair, and turned on the TV. Morpheus stood in the hallway in a way that allowed him to observe both him and her at the same time. Y/N's hands shook, but she quickly calmed them down. She corrected her hair, took a deep breath, and began to plate the prepared food. Perfectly served and presented, she brought the meal to him first. He did not wait for her.

"Roast again?" He stabbed the beef with his fork.

"You like a roast!" She replied after which she once again fled to the kitchen to plate her portion.

They ate in silence. He was looking at the TV, while she was looking at him. He could see that she wanted to ask him something, he could see her glancing at him longingly, waiting for him to ask how was her day. A gray face hidden under a heavy layer of makeup, sad eyes, nervous gestures, so unlike herself.

"You could ask how my day went…" she began quietly.

"You sat at home all day doing shit, probably reading your stupid books again, as I worked hard for us." he gruffed.

"Yeah, I forgot that you're the only one in this relationship working hard…" she muttered under her breath. A trace of her fire still burning in her.

"Am I wrong?" the fork hovered halfway to his mouth.

"No darling, of course not. I know you work hard, it's just…" she hesitated, weighing her words, "I spend my days alone and I miss you. I know you're tired, but you could at least ask how my day was…" her tone of voice so cautious, so apologetic.

The man did not answer anything.

"Alicia called, she and Darek are inviting us to their place for the evening," she changed the course of the conversation, "I said we would come."

He continued to say nothing. With contempt painted on his face, he chewed his lunch and sipped his beer.

"Are you even listening to me?"

He dropped the knife and fork abruptly and looked at her angrily.

"Can't you see I'm trying to watch the show? Fuck! I can't even have a moment of peace and quiet in my own home!" he growled after which he abruptly stood up gathered the plates and went out to the kitchen. Out of the corner of his eye, Morpheus saw as he furiously threw them into the sink, one of them cracked.

She entered the kitchen lured by the sound of the cracking plate.

"I didn't mean to upset you…" she whispered.

"Of course! You never want to upset me and yet you always succeed!" he raised his voice, "You sit here like a fucking princess all day doing shit and a man comes home after a hard day's work and can't even have a moment of fucking peace because all you do is talk!"

"David, you're exaggerating…"

"David…" he got what he was looking for, he found out his name.

"I'm exaggerating!!!" he stepped dangerously close to her, "I work my ass off for us every day, every single day, and you can't even fucking make dinner on time!!!"

The blood in Morpheus' veins began to boil as he watched him walk up to her and yell in her face. He saw the veins in his neck surging with blood as he clenched his hand tensely into a fist.

"I didn't fucking ask for this!!!" she shouted, and flashes of thunderstorm ignited in her eyes, she was there after all, stifled, humiliated, enduring, burning, "And I'm not your slave so don't treat me like this! I take care of you, I take care of you and in return I don't even receive a bit of affection from you!!!"

"Well here we go again!!!" he rolled his eyes and turned away sharply heading back to the living room.

"Oh no, I'm talking to you!" she ran after him, "I'm sick of you ignoring me all the time!!!! I'm so fucking sick of you blaming me for everything!!! And when I want to talk to you, the thing that people in a relationship should do, you don't listen to me at all! You are always tired! You never have time!" she was furious.

"Because you keep yapping about the same thing!!!" he shouted back.

"Because you never listen to me!!! I didn't ask for us to go abroad! I didn't ask for us to live away from family and friends! You think I like sitting here alone all day and playing perfect housewife!!!? I'm suffocating! And you don't give a damn about all that! You don't give a damn about me!" tears run up to her eyes as anger boiled inside her.

"If you don't like it, get the fuck out! No one is keeping you here!" he slammed his hand on the table and pointed to the door.

"It's so easy for you to say…" she lowered her voice, "I mean nothing to you? Years spent together mean nothing to you? I wonder what you would do if I were to leave for real."

David sprang to his feet and jumped to her. Morpheus saw her instincts take over as she reflexively took a few steps back.

"Are you going to blackmail me now?" he growled at her, "You said you loved me, you said you wanted to support my dreams, you said you would follow me anywhere. And what, your words were worth shit!"

"Bullshit! I supported you! I tried! And you won't tell me I didn't! First, a second, and a third time! But before this trip, I told you from the beginning that I didn't want to! That I don't want to live away from my family, I don't want to live away from my friends!" defended her case, though her posture diminished with each step he took.

"Then you should have stayed home."

"And what!? Be there alone and wait for you to kindly come home!? What kind of life is that!"

"If you don't like it, get the fuck out," he hissed furiously.

Morpheus saw something inside her snap. He saw the remnants of the love she had for him die.

"Fine! That's what you want! That's what years spent together are worth to you! Have it your way!!" she growled furiously and headed for the dressing room. She grabbed her suitcase and frantically began throwing clothes into it.

"And where will you go?" David snarled, "What are you going to do? You don't have a job, no money and you don't have anything to go home for either. You won't survive without me."

"Fuck it! I'd rather live on the street than one more day with you!" she hissed.

David approached her, his hand tried to stop her as she angrily threw more clothes into the suitcase. She tried to yank her hand out of his grasp.

"Leave me alone!" the shirt ripped in half, "all you do is humiliate me and treat me like your slave, bullshiting me about white picket fence house, sweet apple pie life, but at the end, it's all shit anyway. I'm sick of it all, your lies, your unfulfilled promises." He grabbed her hand and with a strong yank forced her to stand up, pain covered her face, "Let me go!!!" she screamed but he held tight, "Fuck you! You and your lies!" she yanked her arm.

"Stop…"

"You and all your promises! That you'll stop drinking, that you'll never hit me again, that things will be like before!"

"I said stop…" with his other hand, he grabbed her shoulder and tried to calm her down.

"I'm done with you! You killed everything in me! You took everything from me!" tears began to flow from her eyes, "I gave you all of myself, I sacrificed everything I had to you, and you pissed on it. So fuck you!"

"I said stop!!!" he yelled, and with all his weight he pinned her against the wall. She tried to push him away, tried to kick him, so he pressed his forearm against her throat and steadied her, "Stop…"

Morepheus' blood began to burn in his veins. The grip on her neck, the bruises he had seen a few days ago. This was his doing, he was the one who had hurt her. And he didn't do it for the first time.

"Let me go…" she choked out through a clenched throat.

"Stop yanking, listen to me," he began in a soft tone, "I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want you to leave." Y/N didn't even look at him so with his free hand he grabbed her face and violently forced her to look at him, "Listen to me. I don't want you to leave. I love you. Why this drama? After all, you know I love you."

"You have no idea what love is," she growled venomously.

"I know these past few months have been difficult, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," he continued, ignoring her words , "I know I've promised many times that I'll get better, and you know I'm trying. You know I'm trying. But you have to help me. I can't do it without you. Without you I am nothing." His words sounded so true and yet Morpheus could see right through him. "I know it's hard for you, and I promise we'll find a solution. If you really want it, if you really miss your family so much we will come home. Will that make you happy?"

"I want nothing more…" tears flowed from her eyes.

"Please give me three months, six months max, I'll make some more money and we'll go home."

"It will be like always again…you won't do it…"

"I swear to you, " he assured, "After all, you love me. After all, you don't want to leave. You love me don't you?" He loosened his grip on her throat and with his other hand slipped a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Of course I love you," she confirmed quietly.

"See? I love you you love me so why the screaming?"

"You know very well why, " she looked away again, "You don't care about me."

"I care, I don't want you to leave," he begged in a false tone, "Stay please. Where would you go without me?"

"I don't want to go anywhere without you," she smiled weakly.

"Then stay…" he said and kissed her, violently, aggressively, invading her mouth pushing her against the wall. She yielded to him. "Will you stay?" she nodded, "You see, I don't want to hurt you. I want what is best for us. You just have to listen to me," he stroked her face then grabbed her hair, tilted her head and began to kiss her aggressively. With his free hand, he forced her to get down to her knees in front of him. Morpheus looked away, he could not bear to see her enslaved and humiliated. He could not watch as this man violently took his pleasure from her mouth.

He left the dream.

He had to leave. Even if the desire to end his life burned in his veins, even if every fiber of his being wanted to send him the most horrible nightmares he had created, nightmares that would drive him insane, he could not do it. Not yet. He suppressed within himself the desire to inflict pain on him. After all, he was the Ruler of Dreams, and he knew all too well how treacherous human minds can be. He had to confirm that this was not just a fantasy. Vicious, vile, discussing, creation of lesser human being mind. He had to be sure that it had really happened. And the only person who could confirm it was her. And the last time he saw her she told him to fuck off.

***

"You lost your goddamn mind!" you laughed maniacally at his statement, "In love? Really?"

"Yeah right," John inhaled deeply, "you can deny it all you want but I know love when I see it. And you are bloody in love."

"Really, just stop, please!" you reached for a bottle of whisky and you poured two glasses.

"Oh now you gonna drown it all down?!" he teased, "Heh, like I haven' seen that before!"

"Shut up! Since when you are such an expert?!" you handed him a glass, "In love...unbelievable... I wonder where did you get that from? Was it in the part where I killed a demon? Or perhaps in Hell? Or maybe when I was talking about burning man?!" you mocked.

"Kinda everywhere..." he smirked, "you haven' seen your face love! All blissful and dreamy, radiant, and those dreamy eyes of yours. You can't deny something that you can't even hide! Should I bring you a mirror?"

"Listen to me John Constantine and listen to me well," irritation took over you, "It is perfectly understandable and normal to feel in the weird way when freaking Dream of Endless suddenly becomes a part of your life. After all, he is who he is. But just because he makes me feel wired doesn't mean I am in love with him!"

"And I'm sure that your weird feeling got nothing to do with the fact that you told him to fuck off. C'mon love! Don't be a bloody mug!"

You took a long deep sip of your whisky and became lost in your thoughts for a moment. A pleasant shiver ran through your body as you thought of Morpheus, his eyes like endless galaxies glittering from the dancing stars, his voice piercing every fiber of your body, his touch lingering on your skin like the touch of a god himself, his barely visible smile on his statuesque face. John said nothing. He just smiled slyly and continued to observe.

"You know..." you started, "I know who he is, or rather what he is. I'm not a mug as you call it. And sometimes he is this unbelievable entity that brought itself down to the human world," you gazed into the distance, "he....he can be scary you know. If he wants to. And sometimes when I am around him I feel like I am in the presence of god, like...like the universe itself is a part of him and with his each and every gaze, each word, it's drowning me into its endless darkness. Does this makes sense?" you tried explaining, "Sometimes, especially in our reality, I look at him and I don't see anything human. I look at him and I see endless galaxies hidden inside the marble statue, slowly sipping out covering the world around him. But the way he speaks, the way he acts...he is more human than a lot of us. There is kindness in him, empathy, and so much compassion. I feel like he understands us humans, more than we do. He creats such an odd, unreal image." You stopped and took another sip from the glass, "And at other times, like in my dreams, or when we were in Hell, it is the exact opposite! He looks, walks, and talks more like a human. Like the endless universe in him is somehow less visible outside of our reality, like he is no longer this unreal animated statue but a human, very stiff one but human. Yet at the same time, there is nothing human about him. When he gets angry it's like the all-encompassing darkness spreads out of him to cover everything and everyone around him, when he talks his voice sounds like from the deepest and darkest depths of the cosmos, when he cares, feels, it's like stars themselves falling down from the sky...I can't explain this, words can't explain this..."

"What were you saying about not being in love?" John chuckled.

"My impeccable taste in men! Creeps, abusers, and now the anthropomorphic personification of a Dream!" you groaned, "Even if I am so what!? He is a Dream of the Endless, and I? Well, I am me. Even thinking about its pointless. It's not like I can even allow myself to think about it." you added and sadness crept into your voice.

"Why?" John put down the glass on the table and focused his blue eyes on you, "Why not? Why the hell not?"

"I just said it."

"Listen, love," he leaned back on the couch and reached for his cigarette, "We ain't exactly leading normal lives, you and I. If you is still thinking that you'll have sweet apple pie life, husband, white picket fence, and all that bullshit then you are delusional," he sneered, "You and I, we gonna probably die bloody, horrible deaths, strangled in a dark ally, knifed down buy unsatisfied customer, ripped apart by our mistake, or with our guts turned inside out by some monstrosity we brought on ourselves. So why not dream a little huh?"

"It sounds like you are encouraging me, " you noted suspiciously, "Not so long ago you were all fuming and pissed just because I mentioned an Endless."

"Maybe I am encouraging you! Our lives are fucked up! We are fucked up! We do not exactly belong here among normal people, and we do not exactly belong outside of this realm either. We're kinda in the middle. So why not dream a little bit? What is the worst that could happen? Looks like he is a good lad, for an Endless immortal being. But even angels come down on earth and take humans as lovers."

You lit your cigarette and drifted away in thoughts as he continued.

"You're searching for answers that you might never find. But I get it, we do that, that's our thing. But perhaps there is no answer to find. Perhaps you were meant to venture into his world, perhaps you meant to have these abilities of yours, perhaps there are bigger forces at play here. You've always said that you do not believe in Destiny, but if you believe in Dream you gotta believe in his brother."

"That is not exactly an encouraging idea," you chuckled quietly.

"Dream of the fucking Endless is a part of your story now. So perhaps you should accept that. You've met him. So now it is your turn to be daring a bit. Dare to dream a bit. Who knows, tomorrow we both might be dead."

"What would it be like to love him?" your own question echoed in your thoughts, loud, vibrant, replacing all other thoughts, filling your heart with a desire, removing all other doubts. At that moment you decided to be daring, you decided to fly high even if it meant that you might fall hard. You wanted this. Now it was time to find out "What would it be like to be loved by him?"

Part fourteen: Dream

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Authors note: It's funny because I started this week with a lot of work on my hands, I was super busy, and I was very worried that I wont be able to deliver this chapter before weekend. And suddenly I've found myself with a word count of almost 7k! I have no idea how this happened! And guys! After 13 chapters and 52k word they are finally both in the same place emotionally! Hah! Progress! :) At least we know it, they don't :) But I promise it will not take another 13 chapters for them to find out :) Quick info from me, next week I'm afraid I will be able to deliver only one chapter. I have some additional work to do which means overtime, which means less time for writing. Hope you'll all forgive me. But for now, next chapter will be out in Sunday as always (at least Sunday in my part of the Waking World). For now, as always my dear Readers, I thank you for reading :)

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Doctor Who, but Chronologically: 44

The second half of a two-parter! And in a sensible order, which in this project, is not to be sneezed at.

So, Matt Smith, Amy, Rory and River, in America AGAIN (is this the third time of going to New York? The fourth?). Last we saw, Amy was shooting a terrified child through the head. Let's see how that resolves!

We open with one of those classic Moffat openings, where everything is slick and fast moving and tries to pull the wool over your eyes before a quick pull-back-and-reveal but regrettably has a few plot holes. Only minor, though, it's not bad. Amy, Rory and River are all on the run being hunted by Sterling-From-Leverage while they build a prison around the Doctor. He "shoots" all of them and then takes them to the prison, but it's a magic special prison that doesn't allow any particles of anything in or out (presumably including air) so they're safe from the penis-fingered aliens and off they go in an invisible TARDIS. Eh. It's fun.

Then there's about 15 minutes of classic horror as they try to track down the little girl (it's River) in an abandoned children's home to find out who she is (it's River) because she's Presumably Important (we literally know this it's River). They're all given a lil' recorder in their palms so when they see a penis-fingered alien they can record into it, and it will flash to let them know they have a message when they look away. They also draw tally marks on themselves so they know when they've seen one. These two things mean lots of creepy shots that are fucking great - I know I often shit all over this era of the show, but the jumpscares and the scary stuff are great.

The only problem really is that the characters are required to be a bit stupid and useless to maximise the horror. There's a GREAT scene where Amy is exploring an abandoned dormitory in the orphanage by torchlight (she looks out the window and we see her reflection, and then there's lightning and her face and hands are now covered in tally marks, fucking FANTASTIC), and the door closes and locks... somehow. Unexplained. Anyway, she suddenly realises her palm is flashing and the message is "I can see them! But I think they're asleep! Just get out!"

Useless. You see them WHERE Amy. WHERE are they. Turns out they're on the ceiling. That would have been useful to know. FFS.

Anyway Amy sees the eyepatch hatch lady again, and then gets kidnapped by penis-fingered aliens. Sterling shoots a penis-fingered alien and takes it back to the prison to film it, and we get a name for them - the Silents. Silents! An answer! We've heard of them. The rest spend a while looking at the space suit the little girl (River) was in. The Doctor claims the Silents steered the development of humans because "Why does humanity suddenly decide to go to the moon?" as if there isn't a long-attested record of humans wanting to go to the stars tracking back to the ancient world, but look - we can't expect the writer of a sci-fi show about history to waste his time knowing things about history.

Also, they've already been to the moon at this point. We've seen Victorians on Mars, with Capaldi and Bill. Lol, this show. How funny that it forgot that little detail that only came a few episodes ago in this watch order. Trololol.

Rory listens to Amy's recorder, which was removed from her palm but is inexplicably still broadcasting everything she says in spite of being nowhere near her. She says some deeply tedious things about wanting to see him BUT WHICH ONE IS SHE TALKING TO it is honestly the most boring thing I've seen on television in a while. "You have a stupid face," she says. Rory looks happy. "My life was so boring before you dropped out of the sky", she says. Rory looks sad.

And then! Interesting!

The Doctor sits next to him.

"Do you remember spending 2000 years as a Roman waiting for Amy?" he says.

"Sometimes but I try not to," Rory says, which is fair.

But interesting! We've had that mentioned before. Is Rory still plastic, then? Must be, he was plastic as a Roman. It wouldn't make any sense whatsoever if he was now human but remembered his plastic memories, after all. Still plastic! Gosh.

Anyway, Sterling gets the Silent he shot to say the sentence "You should kill us all on sight," which he duly videos and sends to the Doctor. The Doctor interrupts the moon landing to play it, which fair play, actually is quite a clever and pleasing way to get rid of the Silents - we won't remember it because it features a Silent, humans then kill them all but don't remember doing it... it's all meta, look. I could have killed one just today. On my way to work, like. Pushed it in the Tawe. Who knows? Fun.

They rescue Amy.

"I didn't know if you meant me or the Doctor," says Rory.

"Obviously you," says Amy. "Why would I mean him?"

"Because you said he "dropped out of the sky"," Rory says

"It's a figure of speech, you dribbling imbecile," mocks Amy.

It's not. There's no such expression. And if there were, I struggle to see how you would apply it to Rory, a man you have known for literally your entire life, apparently. "My life was so boring between the ages of birth and three until you came along" bitch how the fuck do you remember

Anyway it turns out she's NOT pregnant, but the Doctor scans her again and it's inconclusive, which... lol that is the only mystery in this episode, actually. We know all the rest! Amy will have baby Melody who will be the child in the space suit who will regenerate into Mels who will become River who will kill the Doctor. The ONLY part of this storyline we haven't yet seen resolved is why the pregnancy scan is inconclusive. This episode is Badly Served by this watch order.

It finishes with the child regenerating into Mels. This is just as well, because the Doctor decides out loud that he's not going to bother trying to rescue the terrified abused little girl he's been seeing because he wants to have an adventure instead, and so quite literally and without hyperbole abandons her to die on the streets.

Oh and Sterling turns out to be gay and dating a black guy.

Plot threads! Let's update the board!

“She” (an unknown person) is returning (perhaps River returned as Missy. Maybe Me? Maybe Clara???!)

There is something on Donna’s back

An entire planet, Pyrovilia, just… disappeared, somehow. (Maybe because the TARDIS is exploding??? Saturnine was also lost, and that WAS because of the TARDIS exploding. The lion man’s planet was also lost but he was a bit of a knob about it if I’m honest. The Thijarian planet was destroyed by some sort of impact). Is this the Flux?

Amy is maybe dead (she’s not)

The Doctor has been cubed (he’s out, but how?)

River is possibly blown up  (unless she’s Missy. Nope: she is definitely not blown up)

The TARDIS has blown up  (It’s fine now. Except it’s sort of melting now because it’s corrupted, but it’s fine again. NOPE, back to not working.)

The universe appears to have ended  (the universe is back again)

The Doctor has employed(?) Nardole

(And Nardole was “reassembled???” Nardole had glass nipples and invisible hair?? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE)

There’s a vault in the TARDIS and it contains Missy but we don’t know why (sometimes she knocks for the bants)

There’s an immortal Viking girl now. Her name is Me and she’s now looking after the people the Doctor abandons

Why was Rory entirely unconcerned by the entire world suddenly going silent when that is Not Normal and should have been, at the very least, extremely disconcerting?

What did the Doctor do to Queen Lizzie One?

Why is Amy seeing a one-eyed woman in a vanishing window? (She’s with the Silents, but we don’t know why Amy saw her)

Why is Amy’s pregnancy inconclusive? (Maybe because the baby had Time Lord DNA?) She’s deffo pregnant and the baby becomes River, but why inconclusive?

Who is Sarah-Jane Smith?

How is the Doctor Bill’s teacher and why/where does he have an office?

What is going on with the Cyber War and the Cyberium???

What happened with the Other Cyber War?

What happened with the Third War that deleted the void?

Why does Rose seem particularly important?

What order do these Doctors go in? (Eccleston, Tennant, uncertain, Smith, Capaldi, Whittaker)

Which companion just… forgot the Doctor, and how?

Yaz and Vinder are about to die as Mori/Mwri/Muuri (Not anymore, somehow)

There is a Lupari shield around Earth.

What’s a Time War?

What’s the Rift?

What’s Bad Wolf?

In which war did the Doctor become a war criminal, and how?

Who is the Master?

Why has Amy forgotten Rory? How did she forget a Dalek invasion?

Is Rory plastic or not? NEW INFO: Yeah, must be, he couldn't possibly remember being plastic otherwise

Why is the Doctor sulking on a cloud?

How exactly does the Doctor have a cloud?

What exactly happened with Strax to, uh, tame him?

Which friend killed Strax?

Which friend brought Strax back?

Where did this lesbian lizard and human couple come from?

What happened with Clara as Souffle Girl and the Daleks?

How does Clara actually join?

Why so many Claras?

Why is Missy apparently in robo-heaven?

Why is probably!Missy pushing Clara and the Doctor together?

What is Trensilor and what happened there?

Who is Handles?

The Doctor is about to be dissolved by a beautiful geode man

The universe is being crushed by the Flux

Will the Doctor open the fobwatch?

Sontarans are invading Earth again

Who is Kate?

Who is Osgood? Another name of Clara’s again?

The fuck is the deal with the Grand Serpent

Does Martha get to go to an ice cream planet with 12-fingered massage aliens?

How did the Doctor forget Clara?

Who is Bill’s puddle girlfriend Heather?

How did Nardole die?

When does Bill get Cyberman-ed and die?

When does the Doctor shrink and enter a Dalek called Rusty?

Whittaker is falling to her death rn

Was that ring relevant?

Does anyone know the Doctor’s name?

When did Yaz talk to Dan about fancying the Doctor?

When did Dan talk to the Doctor about fancying Yaz?

What’s happening with the bees?

What happened with Donna’s ex and a giant spider?

What war wiped out the Daleks, and is it one of the ones already mentioned?

What did the Doctor mean when he said “The (Daleks) always live, while I lose everything?”

If Dalek Caan is the last Dalek left why are there more now?

How did the rest of the Time Lords die?

How and why did Amy melt?

What’s the question that will make silence fall?

Why do the Silents… want silence to fall?

How and why are Silents at war with the Doctor when he… hasn’t even heard of them?

How does Hitler get out of the cupboard?

What’s the significance of fish fingers and custard?

Why does the Doctor feel guilt about Rose, Martha and Donna?

What happened with the space whale?

When does Rory defend Amy for 2000 years? NEW INFO: since Roman times, it seems

How does the Doctor survive River? He doesn’t, apparently

How does he erase himself from history

Did Captain Jack lose his memories to the same people as the Doctor? What did he lose?

When did the Doctor send the Daleks into a void to save the universe?

What’s with the weird crack in the wall and is it affecting memories?

Why do Amy and Rory think the Doctor is dead? Is it because of River as an astronaut?

Is Matt Smith’s Doctor a tree racist?

Why is the beautiful geode woman stealing people into a Passenger form?

Who are the penis fingered aliens? RESOLVED: The Silents!

River says she’ll die one day when the Doctor doesn’t remember her, let’s hope she doesn’t mean it

#doctor whom #and yet we are continuing

[ladylooch]

i can imagine there are days when emma and lio just snuggle in bed all day while timo is on a road trip or something 🥹

Emma rests her cheek gently on Lio’s little head. Her palm comes across his forehead, feeling the warmth starting to fade with his fever. His long lashes kiss his cheek bones as he struggles to breathe around the gunk in his lungs. Emma sighs, reaching for her phone to check the time. It is bedtime. She is going to try to transfer Lio to his room if she can. She needs some space after being clung to all day by her sick boy. To begin their bedtime routine, she pulls up Timo’s contact on her phone, clicking the FaceTime button. 

“Hey baby, good timing. I’m just getting back to my room.” Timo says. He holds the phone in his palm looking down at her, smiling as he enters his hotel room. “How is our boy?”

“He is sleeping.” She turns the phone so he can see Lio passed out next to her. His pacifier is tucked between his lips, slighting falling out. “Finally. He stopped fighting the medicine about twenty minutes ago.”

“He is like his mama that way.” Emma tisks, tilting the screen back to her. Lio snuggles deeper into the side of her breast. 

“I wanna be there.” Timo whines.

“We want you here too, T.” 

“I wish I could say I will be soon, but it really isn’t that soon.” He tosses the content of his pockets onto the TV stand, then goes to the bed to kick his shoes off. He lays on his back, holding the phone up above his face. “How is he doing?”

“Okay. I’m less worried than earlier.”

“Good.” Timo nods encouragingly. “What did you do the rest of the day?”

“This.” 

“Mmm, did you get some food in you?”

“Yeah a food delivery showed up at the door about an hour ago.”

“Oh!” Timo feigns surprise.

“Thank you.” Emma murmurs genuinely. With Lio sick, she hasn’t had time to go to the store and when Timo heard that, he ordered up some essentials to be delivered to hold them over. 

“Gonna take care of you whether I am there or not.”

“I love that about you.” 

“What else do you love?” He wiggles his eyebrows. 

“Not that kind of FaceTime, daddy.” Timo smirks. 

“What about after you put him to bed?” 

“When he goes to bed, mama is going to bed.” Timo pouts at his wife. “Unless you’re gonna give me a show, stud?”

“Stud factory is closed today.” Timo says through a yawn.

“Yeah? Hard day sleeping on the plane then going to dinner with the boys?” 

“You forgot worrying about home in there too.” Emma pauses her teasing, seeing the seriousness in her husband’s blue eyes. Although it is exhausting to be here, she can empathize with how hard being gone would be. “Give him a kiss for me?” Emma turns her head to the side, kissing along Lee’s warm head. “I love you two. A lot. I miss you.” Timo whispers regretfully.

After a few more minutes of quiet chatting, Emma lets Timo go. She looks down at Lio all snuggled up into her and suddenly can’t bare the thought of putting him in his own bed. Not when her husband is on the road craving this exact thing. So instead, she gets up, grabs new PJs for Lio to change into before getting her own PJs on as well. She spends the remaining hour and change she is awake, stroking her son’s back, watching a tv show that is as mindless as she needs it to be right now. 

One day, she will want nights like this back.

#tm: loving & leaving