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Unlikely Affection Chapter 23: Forgotten**
“You need to do what?” I asked, panic flooding my veins as I stood from the chair and began backing towards the door. Did he want to take my memories? We had been perfectly happy before this point and now he wants me to forget everything…No way, I need to figure out a way to run from this room.
“Little Star, listen to me…” I shake my head quickly and he stands and walks slowly towards me, holding his hands up to show he isn’t a threat…right now. “It is only temporary.”
“But-t why? I don’t understand.” My voice is shaking and my nerves are beginning to bubble over.
“Umbridge believes Potter has formed an unauthorized group and is conspiring against the ministry. She will begin interrogating students in the coming week-”
“That has nothing to do with us…Why do you need to take my memories?” I interrupted him and he came closer, placing his hands on my arms and squeezing gently.
He sighed “She has asked me to provide her with Veritaserum for her to use during the interrogations. Which means you will be vulnerable to her prodding.” He explained and my panic began to subside.
“I know you have no part in Potter’s devious activities, however, we cannot take the risk.” I chew on my bottom lip as he speaks. I haven’t told Severus about my part in Dumbledore’s Army and I never intended to but now that he is planning to go rifling through my memories, I’m going to have to tell him and I thoroughly dread how he is going to handle it.
“I think it would be a good time to tell you that-” Severus cuts me off with a groan.
“Please tell me you have kept your nose out of this business between Potter and the ministry.” I wince and he growls. I have been avoiding telling him about Edwin and I being involved with Dumbledore’s Army, I knew he would be angry at me for getting involved but we needed someone to teach us how to defend ourselves. If Umbridge wasn’t going to do it then Harry was the best option.
“Before you start telling me how dangerous it is and how dumb I am…Umbridge is a horrible teacher and we all decided that we needed to learn how to defend ourselves.” The look on Severus’s face is terrifying. I knew when I told him about the meetings he was going to be angry but now…He is pissed.
He grimaced at my words and returned to his desk, sitting down and leaning back in his chair, his hands running up and down his face. He sighed “I will remove those memories for the time being as well…I assume Finley is involved also.”
“Yes.” The words are low when they leave my lips and my heart sinks again at the look on his face. I hate when I disappoint him.
He took a few seconds before he spoke again. “Bring me Finley…I will remove his memories as well…regarding both our relationship and Potter’s little group.”
I nod and turn to leave the room when a question pops to the tip of my tongue and I can’t knowingly get Edwin and let Severus take our memories before I ask him. I turn back around to him and ask “Are you going to return both of our memories…About the relationship and Dumbledore’s Army?”
He looks up at me and cocks an eyebrow, “Do you believe I will not return your memories to you?” He asks I can’t read his expression and it makes me even more nervous than I already am.
“If you think you are keeping me safe by not returning them…yes.”
“Do not fret Little Star…” He stands and walks over to me, taking my hands in his before continuing “I will be returning your memories to you, but you are not to continue with Potter’s group.”
“But they need as much help as they can get,” I argue and he shakes his head, pulling my hands to his lips and placing a kiss on both of my knuckles.
“Give me your word that you will not attend any more of those meetings.” I huff and nod, knowing that I can’t just stop showing up, I overheard Hermione talking to Harry and Ron about how she had jinxed the paper we all signed up on and anyone would regret running and telling Umbridge. At this point, I’m not sure if the jinx works if we are disbanded from the group and I am not inclined to find out.
“Good…Now go get Finley. Umbridge has informed me that she will be interrogating you tomorrow morning.” I cocked an eyebrow.
“Why did she tell you when she was going to interrogate me?”
“You are my assistant and she will be removing you from my class tomorrow…She wanted to be sure that I did not need you.” I smirk and remove my hands from his, playing with the buttons on his cassock flirtatiously.
“If she only knew how much you need me…” I trail off, glancing up at him through my lashes. “We could always go to your room before I get Edwin…” I smiled and he let out a shaky breath when I leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
“Get to my bedroom…now.” He growls and I smile wide at the victory.
I run through the door to his chambers, stripping off clothing as I go and he chuckles, following closely behind me. When I arrive at his room, I have managed to remove every bit of clothing except for my knickers and bra which I know Severus will have no problem removing. I feel his body looming behind me when I stop at the side of his bed. His hands come up and run over my body, playfully grabbing my ass before running up and unclasping my bra, and taking the lacy fabric off of my body.
I shivered when I felt his nose run lightly against my neck, inhaling my scent. “You smell delicious.” His deep baritone almost sent me to my knees with the anticipation of what is going to come next.
To my surprise, I felt Severus shuffle behind me removing his clothing, minus his white undershirt…of course and I sighed. “I was hoping you would let me take off your clothes.” He chuckled at my disappointment and continued to ravish my body with kisses, paying close attention to the sweet spot on my neck.
I moaned and leaned back into him, allowing him to trail his hands down to my knickers, running his fingers along the edge of the fabric for a second before finally roaming down to my mound. His middle and forefinger expertly stroked my outer lips and I whimpered.
“Does my Little Star want my fingers?” I could tell he was smirking from his tone and I did not care in the slightest. He knew exactly what I want and I know exactly how to get it.
“Yes sir.” I groaned and he gave in to my pleading voice, dipping his fingers into my dripping heat.
“Mmmm, someone is very wet.” He mumbled into my neck, placing a gentle kiss on the spot that made my knees weak.
“We were interrupted last time.” I whimpered, rocking my hips into his hand. His fingers felt amazing inside of me and I felt myself growing closer to my climax. I didn’t want to come this soon but my body desperately needed the release after being denied.
“Right, you are darling…But I assure you, Merlin himself could not pull me from this room.” His voice was husky, I knew he was just as turned on as me and I was enjoying every second of it.
I groaned when he continued his ministrations on the spongy spot inside me that made me see stars. “It’s not Merlin I’m worried about…” He chuckled darkly, pulling his fingers from me.
Before I had the chance to whine, I was pushed onto the bed. My stomach bounced on the soft fabric of his duvet and I giggled. However, it died suddenly on my lips when he straddled my closed legs and thrust himself inside of me without warning. The position allowed me to feel him incredibly deep and I was climbing quickly to my peak already.
“Severus!” I squealed in delight when he began to thrust at a brutal pace.
My fingers gripped the duvet as he began a punishing pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin and Severus’ deep grunts echoed on the stone walls of the dungeon room and it was incredibly erotic.
Far too soon my eyes began to roll into the back of my head as my orgasm ripped through me, lighting every nerve endings on fire. The duvet muffled my screams of pleasure and my knuckles turned white from the force of me gripping the fabric.
Severus slowed his pace when I came down from my high. I could feel him lean down to my ear, his white undershirt grazing against my back.
“Are you alright my darling?” He chuckled darkly and I nodded quickly, my face smashing into the duvet.
To my surprise, Severus pulled out of me and I whined at the loss of him, missing the feeling of his warm length in my quivering walls.
“Don’t fret Little Star, just a change of position.”
I felt him move to the top of the bed and plop down against the pillows. I turned my face to the side, raising an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing?”
“Ride me.” His voice was commanding and it made me shiver.
My body moved of its own accord, crawling across his legs until I was hovering over his length. We had never tried this position before and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.
I hesitated for a second before sinking onto his hardness. He noticed my resistance and reached for the hand that was planted on his abdomen, stroking my knuckles softly to reassure me that I was safe with him.
I took a deep breath and sank slowly, sighing when he filled me to the hilt. There was a twinge of pain there because of the depth. I winced and he reached up and stroked my cheek.
“Slowly, Little Star.”
I allowed myself a few moments to get used to how deep he was before I began to move, circling my hips and grinding down onto his hard cock. I planted my hands firmly on his clothed chest and began to ride him, bouncing up and down until I was rocking on the precipice of orgasm for the second time this evening.
Severus gripped my hips to help guide my bouncing, his head pushed back into his green silk pillowcase, and his eyes trained on the point where our bodies connected.
“Se-Severus…It feels too good...I’m so-so close.” I stuttered, my eyes screwed shut in pure ecstasy.
Severus growled, pistoning his hips to meet mine, effectively driving me headlong into a toe-curling and brain-numbing climax. I felt his grip on my hips tighten and his hips stuttered as he met his release.
I managed to open my eyes to see his face, he had a ridiculously sexy orgasm face. Teeth bared, eyes closed and head thrown back…I could come again just looking at him.
After a few moments of coming down from the amazing high we had been soring on, it was time for him to remove my memories until Umbridge had the time to interrogate me.
I threw my clothes on and ran to the dorms to get Edwin and bring him down to the dungeons where Severus explained everything to him and Edwin began to panic slightly…
“So you’re going to remove our memories?” Edwin asked and Severus rolled his eyes, growing tired of Edwin's questions.
“Yes, Mr. Finley…I think I have just spent 20 minutes explaining that to you…” Severus pinched the bridge of his nose and I fumbled with my hands.
“But how do I know you’re not going to see all of my embarrassing secrets?” Edwin’s eyes flitted nervously between me and Severus and I shrugged.
“Edwin, do you think he cares about your run-in with the beautification potions in your mum's vanity…” Severus smirked at my comment and Edwin glared at me.
“Rora!” He hissed “Do you not remember that he threatened to poison our fourth year to test antidotes? Or maybe the time he told Hermione that her teeth looked no different after she was jinxed? I know you love him but he doesn’t have a good track record of being kind…I don’t want him fiddling with my brain.”
Severus stood from his desk and walked over to us, standing so he was directly in front of Edwin. “Finley, you mean a fair amount to my Little Star…” Edwin mimicked vomiting at the nickname but Severus ignored him and continued talking, “I give you my word that I will keep your brain intact…Well, as intact as it is under normal circumstances.”
Edwin closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, “Fine…But only because Umbridge is sadistic and I don’t want to be the one that spills any details to her.”
Severus walked over to me, producing a small vile filled with a light blue liquid and handing it to me.
“What is this?” I asked, tilting the bottle to the side and examining the contents.
“A weak sleeping draught…I will remove your memories while you sleep and you will wake with no memories of us or Potter’s club…Until I return them to you, of course.” He made sure to add that last bit so I wouldn't back out and I was grateful for the reassurance.
“Okay…I’m ready.” I inhaled and uncorked the vile, bringing it up to my lips but pausing before taking a sip.
“Severus?”
“Yes, Little Star.”
“I love you.” I downed the foul-tasting liquid in one gulp and my eyes immediately began to feel heavy. With the urge to sleep being too powerful, I succumbed to the tiredness and drifted off to darkness.
An Hour Later
“Astrill…Astrill, wake up.” I stirred as my shoulder was shaken gently.
I groan and lift my head slowly from the desk I had fallen asleep on, “Professor?” I ask, looking up at Professor Snape who was staring down at me. His dark eyes were piercing and his arms were now crossed over his chest.
“You fell asleep Astrill…If you are going to be my assistant you need to keep yourself awake while you are grading parchment.” His voice was stern.
I rubbed my eyes and let out a yawn, “I’m sorry Professor…It won’t happen again.”
“See that it doesn’t…Now, go to bed. You are of no use to me half conscious.”
“Yes, Professor.” I nodded, grabbing my things and scurrying quickly out of the Dungeons and to Gryffindor Tower.
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The Archer (Stephen Strange x Reader)
A/N: Was this requested? Absolutely not. Just another random spur of the moment idea on my way to work that I just had to write. I tried to make the reader gender neutral so hopefully it comes off that way? Also, did this get out of hand? Absolutely. Am I sorry? No. Anyways, as always, thanks to my best friend and my constant cheerleader and support @unknownauthor for everything she does. Seriously, Shay. Thank you. Ilysm. Title comes from the song The Archer by Taylor Swift.
Warnings: Swearing probably. Nothing else I can think of? Oh, mentions of violence and blood I think. Also, probably Avengers: Endgame spoilers.
Word count: 5,219.
As usual, likes are nice, reblogs are absolutely indescribably wonderful! Kisses, lovelies!
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The second Stephen waltzed through the door, a smug and satisfied smirk on his lips, he started regaling you with how he embarrassed his fellow doctor, Dr. Nicodemus West, in front of every other doctor and nurse working the same shift as them that afternoon. He noticed your position curled up on the couch in the living area of your shared loft and a look of worry crossed his features. He crossed the room to you, kneeling down beside you to touch the skin of your forehead with the back of his hand. “Are you feeling alright, darling?”
“I feel like shit, Stephen. I think I’m dying,” you sighed, nuzzling your head against his hand. He chuckled, shaking his head at you, fondly.
“You don’t have a temperature. I’ll fetch some medicine for you to take to hopefully get you back on your feet. But perhaps you should skip tonight’s events, darling. Just to get some rest.” Stephen stood up, disappearing from the room for a moment before he returned with a bottle of medicine. He placed it on the coffee table before turning towards the kitchen to pour you a glass of water. You took the water and the pills as he offered them, gratefully.
“Definitely rather glad now that I married a doctor,” you teased, trying to sit up. Stephen helped you up, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. “But I do want to go tonight!” Your husband shook his head.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to insist that you stay here until you feel better, sorry.” You pouted, shrinking back into the couch cushion. Stephen rolled his eyes. “I do only want you to feel better, you know.”
“I know, but still. They’re going to think you’ve already offed me.” Stephen chuckled again.
“They will do no such thing. I will give them your regards and make your excuses but I really must start getting ready, my love.”
“That’s exactly what someone who committed mariticide would say…” you muttered. Stephen rolled his eyes again. You sighed, moving to lay back down on the couch, your eyes closed as Stephen made his way to the bedroom, clutching the blanket wrapped around you in your hand. You could hear him moving about the room from your spot on the couch, listening to the sound of him humming as he went about, the click of his watch drawer opening and shutting after a moment of him searching for the right watch. You heard him emerge from the room after a while and you opened your eyes to look at him. You smiled, releasing the blanket. He smiled back, giving you a slow spin so you could see the entire look. You took note of the presence of the watch you had gifted him as a wedding present only months prior, smiling softly at the sight. He crossed the room again to you, kneeling down once more to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. You sighed, reaching out to clutch at the lapel of his suit to keep him with you. He chuckled against your forehead.
“Darling, I have to go or I’ll be late. I won’t be long. Do you want me to help you to bed before I leave?” You nodded, slowly. Stephen smiled, gently lifting you into his arms. He carried you to the bed, setting you down on the bed and adjusting the covers over you. “I’ll call you on my way back so you know when to expect me home.”
“Okay. I love you, Stephen.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead again.
“And I love you, darling.” He turned to leave before you called out for him. He paused at the door, turning to look back at you.
“Don’t let the attention go to your head. It’s far big enough as it is,” you teased. He rolled his eyes before stepping through the door. You laid in silence for a moment before wrapping yourself up with the blanket tighter, your eyes fluttering closed.
It felt like only minutes later, your phone started ringing. You sat up, blinking blearily at the glowing device. You hesitated for a moment at the sight of Christine Palmer’s name on the screen, expecting your husband’s name instead. “Hello?”
“Y/N. You need to get to the hospital. Now.” At the urgent edge in Christine’s voice, you threw the covers off, throwing on the first clothes you found in the darkness.
“What happened? What’s wrong?”
“It’s Stephen. He... He had an accident. There’s a lot of damage. He’s being airlifted in so you need to hurry.” You froze, every muscle in your body tense. You grabbed shoes, slipping them on as you hurried out the door and down to the car.
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You hadn’t moved from his bedside in 38 hours, Christine supplying you and ensuring you had nourishment in you. Just when you started thinking maybe she was right, maybe you should go home and shower and change out of the sweatpants and Stephen’s shirt you had thrown on in your rush, you noticed movement out of the corner of your eye. Your head swiveled over to see Stephen’s stormy gray eyes flicker open, his gaze unfocused. He tried to move his hand and you winced, flying from your seat to gently lay a hand on his arm. “Stephen. Stephen, listen to me. You can’t move your hands, honey. Please just lay still,” you begged, your voice breaking halfway through. Stephen’s eyes widened in horror as he took in his hands, the steel pins protruding from his broken hands.
“What did they do?” he whispered, his voice rough from disuse.
“They rushed you in a chopper. But it took a little while to find you.”
“What did they do?!?” he demanded, his voice level rising. Your lip started trembling at the pain lacing his voice. You turned away, covering your mouth with your hand as you tried to calm yourself.
“11 stainless steel pins in the bones. Multiple torn ligaments. Severe nerve damage in both hands. You were on the table for 11 hours,” Christine supplied from the doorway. She started into the room slowly.
“Look at these fixators.” Stephen’s eyes stayed transfixed on his hands.
“No one could have done better,” Christine murmured, coming to stand beside the bed.
“I could have done better,” Stephen whispered, his voice hard and bitter.
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You slipped in the door of the loft, carrying a small bag of groceries. “Hi,” you greeted Stephen, smiling softly. At his forsaken expression, your face fell. “He won’t do it.”
“He’s a hack. There’s a new procedure in Tokyo. They culture donor stem cells and then harvest them and 3D-print a scaffold. If I could get a loan together, just…” Stephen started, his voice trailing off as he turned away from you.
“Sweetheart…”
“A small loan, 200,000,” he added, shaking his head.
“Stephen. You’ve always spent money as fast as you could make it but now you’re spending money we don’t even have. Maybe it’s time to consider stopping. This isn’t helping anyone,” you tried, walking towards him. You reached for his hands but he jerked away from you. You let your hands fall to your side and tried to ignore the sting of hurt.
“No. Now is exactly the time not to stop. Because, you see, I’m not getting any better!” He held his trembling hands up, angrily.
“But this isn’t medicine anymore. This is mania. Some things just can’t be fixed, Stephen. Please.”
“Life without my work…” Stephen trailed off, his eyes focused on the city outside the window.
“Is still life, Stephen! This isn’t the end. There are other things that can give your life meaning.”
“Like what, Y/N? Like you?” You jerked back as if you had just been struck at the spite and anger in his voice, tears starting to form at the corner of your eyes. You stumbled back as your vision became watery with unshed tears. A sob ripped from your throat and you begged and pleaded internally with whatever god or deity was up there that your husband would move to comfort you as you turned away. Two minutes, maybe longer passed and the silence kept on, broken only by your infrequent cries. You turned back to see Stephen still staring out the window like a blind man trying to see.
“I—” You were broken off by another sob, your frame trembling as you cried. “How could you—” You covered your mouth to stifle your cries before you moved for the door, grabbing your coat and cellphone. You turned back one last time. Stephen hadn’t moved. “I can’t do this anymore—Not right now.” You wrenched the door open and with every step you took away, your heart broke a little more.
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It had been months since you had seen your husband. Months since you returned to the loft to find your husband gone and his phone left abandoned on the bedside table. You had just barely managed to keep the place, though most of the furniture that once decorated the space had been sold off in hopes it would help you to be able to keep the place, even with the bare minimum. You didn’t do much these days. You went to work and back home and that particular day, months after your husband had disappeared, you found yourself at home, off for the day. A noise startled you out of your trance, like the sound of a doorknob being rattled. At first, you simply wrote it off as your mind playing tricks on you. At least, until the door opened and Stephen waltzed in the door. Then you really thought you had lost all rationale. “Hello.” You stiffened at his carefree nature.
“Hello? Hello?!? You disappear for months and then waltz back in here like you’ve never been gone and all you can say is hello?!?” you exclaimed, gritting your teeth to keep from shouting at him as you leapt up from your chair. Then, at least, he finally had the sense to look at least a little sheepish.
“Darling—”
“No! You don’t get to ‘darling’ me and think it will fix everything, Stephen! I thought you were actually dead! What could you honestly have to say for yourself? And what the fuck are you wearing?” Stephen’s lip quirked up into a half smile.
“I joined a cult.” His words shocked you out of your anger.
“Wha— Stephen, please tell me that you are joking.”
“Well, yes, I was joking about the cult thing but… You might should sit down for this, darling.” You scrutinized him for a moment before he gestured a shaking hand towards the chair you had vacated. You sat down. “Well, I… I went to Katmandu.”
“You— Nepal?! Katmandu? Like the Bob Seger song?” Stephen nodded.
“1975, Beautiful Loser, side A, yeah. And yes, that would be the only one to the best of my knowledge. A place there called Kamar-Taj… I’ve been living there, trying to make my hands whole again. The Ancient One—”
“‘The Ancient One’? Fuck, Stephen, you actually joined a cult—”
“It’s not a cult. I’m studying to become a Master of the Mystic Arts.” You stared at him for a moment, hoping he would realize how ridiculous he sounded and snap out of it, but his expression remained serene. After another few minutes of you staring blankly at him, he sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine. Apparently I’ll have to prove that I’m not crazy to multiple people today.” He raised his hands, one hand drawing a circle in the air while the other remained still. You yelped as orange sparks started appearing as he continued the circular motion. You blinked a few times as the living area started to fade from the center of the circle to a small, shabby-looking bedroom. Stephen lowered his hands before reaching a trembling hand out to you. You hesitated for a moment before you accepted his hand, following him through.
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“Strange!!”
You groaned, turning over to look at the clock. “Wong, it’s like 8:30 on a Saturday. Fuck off,” you called back before burying your face in the pillow. Stephen hummed in agreement, his arm tightening around your waist.
“I think you might want to get up for the day.”
“And why would I want to do that, Wong?” Stephen sighed.
“Thor Odinson might possibly be on his way here as we speak.” Stephen sat upright.
“What? Why would Thor Odinson be on his way here?”
“I may have trapped his brother in a portal when they arrived on earth.”
“Loki? You seriously trapped Loki Laufeyson in a portal?” you clarified, sitting up after a moment.
“A portal to where exactly?”
“Just a portal where he’ll continue to fall until his brother comes to collect him.”
“Fuck,” Stephen muttered, throwing the sheets off of his body to get dressed. You watched him for a moment before starting to rise to your feet. “No, stay here. Get some sleep. I’ll be back as soon as I take care of this. Stay here.” He shook his head. You rolled your eyes, settling back against your pillow as you watched him slide a shirt on, far too fascinated by the muscles moving below his skin. He turned to look at you and smirked. “Think I should get rid of the God of Thunder as soon as possible?”
“I wouldn’t complain if you did,” you replied, grinning slightly. “Otherwise I might have to start without you.” Stephen narrowed his eyes at you.
“Don’t you dare.” He crossed the room, leaning down to kiss you soundly before he started towards the door. As he opened the door, the Cloak of Levitation flew towards him, wrapping around his shoulders before the end of it flapped at you in a wave. You giggled, waving back. The door shut and you listened to the front door opening, curiously. After a moment, you climbed out of bed and slipped on a pair of Stephen’s pajama pants and a tank top. You paused at the door before slipping out. You made your way to the kitchen, winding through the familiar halls. You grabbed a mug before you started to make yourself a cup of hot chocolate. From above, you could hear thuds and muffled conversation coming from the levels above you. You listened for a moment before you started back towards Stephen’s room with your mug in hand. As you passed the downstairs entryway, Stephen appeared at your side, raising an eyebrow at you. At the sound of a thud beside you, your head swiveled over to find Thor Odinson crashing down the stairs.
“Oh my…” you whispered, your lips curving into a faint smile. Stephen rolled his eyes as he started to form a portal.
“We could have just walked,” Thor grumbled, dusting himself off as he returned to his feet. His eyes landed on you and he smiled. “Well, hello.” Stephen turned back to Thor, his eyes narrowed scarcely enough for anyone else to perceive but you knew your husband.
“He’s waiting for you.” Stephen gestured to the portal.
“Alright,” Thor murmured, nodding once as his attention turned to the portal.
“Don’t forget your umbrella,” Stephen reminded him, as though it was an afterthought.
“Oh, yes.” Thor held out his hand and you winced at the sound of distant crashing floated down the stairs. “Sorry…” Thor muttered, his expression a trifle sheepish. After another moment, the umbrella finally returned to his hand. “There we go.” Thor shook the umbrella out, shards of glass raining to the floor. You and Stephen shared an exasperated look at the mess. “I suppose I’ll need my brother back.” Stephen blinked once. He stepped in front of you slightly, shielding you before he raised a hand to form a portal in the air. You raised an eyebrow at the distant screaming coming from the portal before Loki fell to the ground.
“I have been falling for thirty minutes!” he shouted, flipping his hair back. He clambered to his feet, glaring at his surroundings. His eyes landed on Stephen and you tensed up.
“You can handle him from here,” Stephen said, completely ignoring the god.
“Yes. Of course,” Thor replied, with a nod. He reached out to shake Stephen’s hand. “Thank you very much for your help.” Stephen nodded, shaking Thor’s hand.
“Good luck.”
“Handle me? Who are you?” Loki asked, withdrawing two knives from his sleeves.
“Loki,” Thor began, his voice low with warning.
“You think you’re some kind of sorcerer? Don’t think for one minute, you second-rate…” Stephen rolled his eyes before lifting his hand.
“Yeah, alright, bye-bye,” he replied, flicking his hand and sending the portal flying towards the brothers. The portal shut and you stepped up to stand by Stephen’s side. He turned to meet your eyes before you started laughing, shaking your head. Stephen rolled his eyes, a slight smile on his lips. “Come on. Let’s get back to bed.” You nodded, taking his hand with a smile.
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You followed a casually dressed Stephen down the stairs of the Sanctum with Wong. “Seriously? You don’t have any money?” Stephen asked, turning to Wong as he reached the ground floor.
“Attachment to the material is detachment from the spiritual.” You sighed in exasperation at Wong, coming to stand beside Stephen.
“I’ll tell the guys at the deli,” he paused, smiling wryly, “Maybe they’ll make you a metaphysical ham on rye.” Stephen shot you a wink and you started to giggle.
“Oh, wait, wait, wait,” Wong started, rifling through his pockets, “I think I have two hundred.”
“Dollars?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Rupees.”
“Which is…?” Stephen sighed.
“Uh, buck and a half.” Wong shrugged. You rolled your eyes.
“What do you want?” Stephen asked, turning back towards the grand entranceway.
“I wouldn’t say no to a tuna melt.” Suddenly, something crashed through the roof of the Sanctum, landing in the stairs. The Cloak of Levitation immediately swirled around Stephen’s shoulders, now fully dressed in his mage attire. The hulking green figure began to shrink into a man as Wong and Strange ran towards him, readying themselves into defensive positions.
“Thanos is coming. He’s coming…” the man babbled. You slowly started forward to stand beside your husband as he and Wong shared a confused look. “Tony Stark. You have to find Tony Stark.” Stephen hesitated for a moment, giving Wong a meaningful look before squeezing your hand. You turned, watching as he formed a portal to Central Park, stepping through. You hurried from the room to find the man some new clothes instead of his tattered, shredded apparel. You returned, handing him the new clothes which he gratefully accepted with a small smile. “Who are you? Who is that man? What is this place?”
“I’m Y/N Strange. That man is Stephen Strange, the acting Sorcerer Supreme. Welcome to the New York Sanctum,” you replied with a soft smile. You turned away as he got dressed before he ventured towards the portal, stepping through. Stephen returned through the portal a moment later, flanked by the man who had crashed-landed in the Sanctum and Tony Stark. Tony gestured for an explanation and Stephen turned to Wong, nodding once. Wong turned, raising his hands to show the universe and five colored stones.
“From the dawn of the universe, there was nothing. Then, boom! The Big Bang sent six elemental crystals, hurtling across the virgin universe. These Infinity Stones each control an essential aspect of existence,” Wong began, his eyes fixed on the swirling image of the universe. Stephen stepped forward, his own gaze lifted upwards.
“Space. Reality. Power. Soul. Mind. And Time.” Each crystal glowed bright as Stephen named them. Stephen raised his hands, opening the Eye of Agamotto to reveal the Time Stone glowing bright. Tony Stark watched, his attention focused on the Masters of the Mystic Arts.
“Tell me his name again.”
“Thanos. He’s a plague, Tony. He invades planets. He takes what he wants. He wipes out half the population. He sent Loki. The attack on New York. That’s him.” Tony’s face paled as his friend spoke.
“This is it…” he whispered, his gaze far away. He focused back on the group in front of him. “What’s our timeline?”
“No telling. He has the Power and Space Stones, that already makes him the strongest creature in the whole universe. If he gets his hands on all six Stones, Tony…” You watched as the former-green man spoke.
“He can destroy life on a scale hitherto undreamt of,” Stephen spoke up, his tone serious. Tony started to stretch, leaning on the Cauldron of the Cosmos. You rolled your eyes.
“Did you seriously just say ‘hitherto undreamt of’?” Stephen turned to Tony.
“Are you seriously leaning on the Caldron of the Cosmos?” Stephen asked, his voice monotone.
“Is that what this is?” You stifled a giggle behind your hand as the Cloak smacked Tony’s arm, surprising him enough to stop him from leaning against the artifact. Tony’s expression shifted to one of offense and he straightened himself. “I’m going to allow that. If Thanos needs all six, why don’t we just stick this one down the garbage disposal?” Stephen rolled his eyes.
“No can do,” he replied, drily.
“We swore an oath to protect the Time Stone. With our lives,” Wong agreed. You nodded from beside Stephen.
“Okay, real quick, I get that you two are magicians or whatever I guess. But who’s the other one?” Tony asked, his gaze flickering to you.
“I don’t know if you know this or not, douchebag, but I can speak for myself. I’m Y/N Strange. And I’m still probably more intelligent than you believe yourself to be.” Stephen smirked as you glared at Tony, crossing your arms over your chest.
“So you’re not involved with any of this?”
“Aside from my husband being the man to protect the Time Stone, not much. But I sure as hell know more about any of this than you could ever dream to know and comprehend.”
“Strange, huh? Weird but whatever.” Tony turned back to Stephen and Wong. “And, anyways, I swore off dairy, but then, Ben & Jerry’s named a flavor after me, so…”
“Stark Raving Hazelnuts,” Stephen murmured.
“It’s not bad.” Stephen raised a shoulder in a half-shrug to Tony.
“A bit chalky.”
“‘A Hunka-Hulka Burning Fudge’ is our favorite,” Wong agreed.
“That’s a thing?” As you turned to look at the man, it hit you. Bruce Banner. Of course he was!
“Whatever. Point is: things change.”
“Our oath to protect the Time Stone cannot change. This Stone may be the best chance we have against Thanos.”
“And still conversely, it may also be his best chance against us,” Tony countered, raising an eyebrow at Stephen.
“Well, if we don’t do our jobs.” Tony rolled his eyes at Stephen.
“What is your job exactly, besides making balloon animals?” Tony asked, condescension dripping from his words. Stephen turned to examine Stark evenly.
“Protecting your reality, douchebag.” You grinned.
“Okay, guys, could we table this discussion right now? The fact is that we have this Stone. We know where it is. Vision is out there somewhere with the Mind Stone, and we have to find him now.” Bruce shook his head.
“Oh, this should be good,” you muttered, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, that's the... thing,” Tony started, awkwardly.
“What do you mean?” Bruce asked, examining Tony.
“Two weeks ago, Vision turned off his transponder. He's offline.”
“What? Tony, you lost another super bot?”
“I didn't lose him. He's more than that. He's evolving,” Tony rebutted.
“Who could find Vision, then?” Stephen asked, rolling his eyes.
“Shit,” Tony muttered before raising his voice to speak to the others in the room, “Probably Steve Rogers.”
“Oh, great,” Stephen sighed, scowling slightly.
“Maybe. But…” Tony sighed.
“Call him,” Bruce started, his expression confused.
“It's not that easy. God, we haven't caught up in a spell, have we?” Tony started, shaking his head slightly.
“No,” Bruce replied, shaking his head.
“The Avengers broke up. We're toast.” You snorted, rolling your eyes. Bruce deflated, his expression a mixture of confusion and disappointment.
“Broke up? Like a band? Like The Beatles?” Tony shrugged.
“Cap and I fell out hard. We're not on speaking terms.”
“Tony, listen to me. Thor's gone. Thanos is coming. It doesn't matter who you're talking to or not,” Bruce pleaded. Tony hesitated for a moment, before pulling out an ancient looking flip-phone.
Tony muttered “Flip phone,” before his finger started hovering over the “call” button. He paused, looking around as the ground started rumbling softly below their feet. “Say, Doc, you wouldn't happen to be moving your hair, would you?” Tony asked, his eyes fixed on Stephen’s hair. You turned your head to look at your husband, his hair fluttering ever so slightly.
“Not at the moment…” Stephen paused, his eyes raised to focus on the lock of hair as well, “no.” You glanced up, through the hole in the Sanctum roof to find debris floating by outside. Tony started to the door first, Bruce following close behind. Wong glanced at Stephen before moving towards the door. You reached out, grabbing Stephen’s trembling hands.
“Stephen, look at me,” you whispered, worry clear in your voice. He looked over at you, his expression soft. “Please. Be careful. They’re coming directly for you. Please don’t do anything dramatic or stupid. Come back to me,” you pleaded. Stephen scoffed.
“Me? Do anything dramatic or stupid? When would I ever?”
“Literally all the time. Every day. It’s not an uncommon thing for you.” Stephen smiled. He leaned in to kiss you, pulling your body flush against his.
“I will come back to you. I will do everything in my power to come back to you. But you must leave here. I’ll try to lure them away. Please go back to the loft. Wait for me there. I’ll tell Bruce where you are if need be. Please be safe, okay? You are not allowed to leave me either,” he replied, his voice gentle after he pulled away.
“Please hurry. I’ll be waiting for you. Be safe, Stephen,” you agreed, stepping back once he raised his hands to form a portal to the living room of your shared loft. You stepped through before turning to look at him, one final time, worry coiled like a snake in the pit of your stomach. He smiled, the same soft smile he reserved only for you. The portal shut and you stood there alone in silence to await his return.
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You sit at the kitchen table, stirring your spoon in your coffee lazily. It’s quiet, shockingly so but it is always too quiet now. Nothing like the hustle and bustle of what used to be New York.
A knock sounds on the door and you sigh in exasperation. It happens, far too often for your liking. People knocking on the door of your loft, hoping you aren’t there so they can claim it as their own. “For the last time! Someone actually lives here.” The hallway is quiet for a moment before you hear a key in the lock and the sound of the door opening. You tense up, your mind racing. Maybe someone was able to get a key from the office somewhere and they don’t care if you’re there or not. You slowly turn around to face the door and your breath catches in your chest. Stephen stands on the threshold on the door, battered and bloodied, but alive just the same. A sob tears from your throat as you fling yourself out of the chair to run to him. He catches you easily, steadying you before wrapping his arms around you, wincing a bit at his injuries.
“I’m here. I’m so sorry,” he whispers, his shaking fingers combing gently through your hair as you try to calm yourself.
“How— What— Stephen, what the fuck just happened? How—” you start, your mind reeling at the sight of your husband after five years.
“I promise I will explain everything but first I might need some assistance,” he promises, releasing you to stumble into the loft. You wrap an arm around him to help shoulder his weight before you sit him on the couch and run to find first-aid supplies.
“Okay, what do I do, Stephen?” you ask, kneeling down beside him.
“I have a few lacerations but they will heal. Do we have any old newspapers? Or a towel?” You nod before running to grab some old newspapers and a towel. “Okay, roll the newspaper up. Grab a bandage and a square of gauze.” You do as you’re told, applying the bandage and gauze to his injured arm. “Place the newspaper under my forearm and tape it at the top and the bottom of the newspaper. In the middle, it will only cause more damage to my arm.” You nod, grabbing the tape and securing the newspaper to his arm, making sure not to cut off the circulation of his arm.
“Are you hurt anywhere else? What do you need me to do?” Stephen shakes his head, leaning it back on the couch to rest his eyes.
“Everything else is minor and will heal on its own.” He lifts his head, turning to look at you as you sit on his right side, away from his injured arm. You gingerly rest your head on his shoulder, curling into his side.
“What happened?” you asked, your voice soft.
“The only way to stop Thanos was to sacrifice myself until the others could right his wrongs. They were able to use quantum physics to return to the past, recollect the time stones, make their own gauntlet and snap their own fingers to return everyone that had been lost. Thanos followed them from another past and tried to redo the snap. We fought them and we won. Because of Tony Stark.” You sat in silence for a moment, thinking back to the day when you had learned of Thanos. “How long did you wait?” Stephen’s soft voice breaks you out of the memory, as vivid as the day it happened five years ago. You laugh softly.
“I never truly stopped waiting. I hoped every time I heard a noise or someone by the door that it would be you. Waltzing in like nothing ever happened. Like you always did,” you admit. Stephen hums softly.
“I would say I had hoped you had moved on, but I am still a selfish man. I’m glad that I got to come back to a world where you are still mine,” Stephen replies, letting out a deep breath.
“Come on, Stephen. Let’s get you to bed.” You stand up from your spot, turning to help him up. Stephen smirks.
“Why, Y/N Strange, are you trying to seduce me?” You roll your eyes.
“Okay, first, you say that like it would be a challenge. Second, you’re much too injured for anything of the sort. I’m gonna need your arm to heal fairly soon though. You know how fond of your hands I am.” Stephen chuckles, wrapping an arm around you as you lead him to the bedroom. After five years, you finally felt whole again.
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Of Plays And First Kisses
Request: I would like a story where Rami and the reader are in high school and they both get the leads in the school play it can be whatever play you decide but they’re romantic interests.
Ily Shay ( @interfectorem-regina ), I hope this is at least half as good as everything you write!!
Also, remember guys. If you liked it, likes are absolutely incredible but reblogs are infinitely better!!! Ily guys.
I slung my book bag over my shoulder as I entered the auditorium. Rami gave me a grin from his spot perched on the edge of the stage. “Hey, Jules, how’s it hanging?”
“Oh, I’m doing great, Romeo. Too bad I might not survive much more of this relationship,” I quipped back, rolling my eyes as I hopped up to sit next to him. He clutched his chest in fake anguish.
“You’re killing me here, Juliet,” he sighed, leaning back to lay flat on his back, staring at the rafters.
“I think your ego will keep you alive until the last scene of this play at least.” As people started filing into the auditorium, Rami stood up and offered me his hand to help me to my feet.
“One more week,” I breathed, biting my lip nervously.
“Hey, don’t be nervous, Y/N. You’ll do great. And even if you don’t, it’s me they’ll be watching,” he replied, shooting me a wink. I gasped, reaching over to smack my best friend’s arm. “I am only teasing. You’ll do amazing. They won’t know what hit them!” he added, wrapping an arm around me to pull me into his side. I smiled, wrapping my own arm around him before releasing him and stepping away.
After rehearsal, me and Rami were sitting in the classroom, running over a few more lines while the teacher reset everything in the auditorium for the next rehearsal. I paused, looking over at Rami to find his eyes already trained on me. “Hold on, I... Are we doing the kiss scene tomorrow?” Rami nodded, raising a hand to rub the back of his neck.
“I’ve never kissed a girl,” he muttered, looking away, his dark skin flushing slightly. My eyes widened.
“Really? You haven’t had your first kiss?” Rami shook his head, still not meeting my eyes. I laughed softly.
“Can I tell you something?” I asked and he finally met my eyes, nodding once. “I haven’t either.” Rami let out a relieved laugh. I laugh with him, leaning my head on his shoulder. We sit in silence for a minute before I speak up again. “Should we...should we just get it over with so we don’t have our first kiss in front of the entire cast and crew tomorrow?” He turned to me on the couch, his eyes searching my face. He nodded, slowly, his tongue darting out from between his lips to lick at them, the movement drawing my attention to his mouth. I scooted forward so I was sitting almost in between his legs and hesitantly lean forward, our lips brushing before he reached out securing my chin between his fingers, pressing his lips more firmly to mine. I kissed him back, my own hand reaching out to the back of his neck to stroke the hair at the nape. We pulled away, both breathing heavily, our eyes scanning the other’s face.
“Wow. That was...” Rami laughed, the sound bringing a smile to my lips. “Go out with me. I think it’s been long coming enough to ask that.”
“You didn’t really ‘ask’ anything. That wasn’t a question,” I breathed, my eyes wide as I watched him. He smiled, leaning forward and kissing me softly again. He pulled away, keeping his lips a few centimeters away from my lips.
“Will you go out with me?” he breathed, his lip brushing mine as he spoke.
“Alright. I will,” I replied, closing the small gap myself this time. As the door started to open I darted away, grabbing my script and trying to look normal as I examined it.
“What are you two still doing here?” Mrs. May asked, raising her eyebrows at us.
“We were just going over some lines real quick. Come on, Y/N. I’ll drop you at home,” Rami replied, an easy grin on his lips. Mrs. May smiled, nodding. We gathered our belongings before heading towards the door.
“Have a good night, kids! I’m really proud of how hard you two are working for this production.” I turned back to give her a smile.
“Thanks. Goodnight, Mrs. May!” I replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Rami echoed my reply before opening the door for me. I smiled as I stepped out of the room. He held out his hand and I took it as we walked in a comfortable silence to his car. He opened the door for me and I gave him another soft smile as I climbed in. Once he had climbed into the car, he leaned over the middle console, kissing me soundly again. I smiled against his lips.
“I could definitely get used to this,” he murmured, sitting back against his seat before he started the car to drive away as I laughed softly beside him.
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it’s the end of the year, and true to my nature, im about to get real sappy.
i made this blog in january and i just wanted to take the time to be a lil overbearing and thank everyone!! the friends i’ve made here have impacted my life in the best way, and i genuinely feel like i’m a better person, and creator, because of the incredible people i’ve come to know and been lucky to call my friends. to ross and lucy, who were the first people to ever follow me or comment on my writing, to kaisa and julia, for being the first people i messaged and who gave me all the support i needed when i was first starting out. to val and to ely, for becoming my two closest friends in this world, and for inspiring me to be a better person every day. and to janna, julie, ally, kate, and kyy--my favourite people!!!!!! all of you are such soft, kindhearted, lovely humans and i hope you know that you deserve so many good things. to grace, my older twin sister, and to anna, for making me laugh. to sabrina and rachel and jo and marty and hannah. to allie, gem, lil grace, allycat, norm, and nicole. to kathryn and marah, aj, casey, tuva, mia and abigail. to mutuals new and old. maybe you didn’t know it, but in some way all of you brought light into my life. and i hope all of you have the best year of your lives in 2019, because that’s what you deserve. (and i hope we’re all still here to cry about st3 together.)
and of course, to every single person who follows me. i love you all!!!! so!!! much!!!! thank you for validating me and my mileven breakdowns, and for always being so kind whenever i‘m having a real breakdown. you’re all amazing, and i wish you the best in 2019. never did i think i’d have this many people supporting me, so thank u so much. <3
ok, that’s all the sappiness. lots of love, from me. happy new year, hearts out for stranger things 3 y’all.
#is this Too Much? maybe#i just... have so much love for everyone#my mutuals and my followers#all of u deserve the world. thanks for making this year happier <3#someone shut me up
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Stolen from @stellarvoyage !
Nickname: Ally, Allycat, Dave, Davster, Davey
zodiac: Virgo and Earth Dragon I think?
height: 164cm so about 5′5.5′‘ but every time I say this somebody will argue with me about it, so...average
last movie i saw: The Favourite. God Bless Olivia Coleman
last thing i googled: How to beat the f%$ing minotaur in AOC
fave musician: Lots of faves so I’ll pick Florence Welch for giving off the vibe of being an ancient Celtic goddess who isn’t even trying to hide the fact
song stuck in my head: The ‘let’s all go to the lobby’ song, which ISN’T EVEN A THING MY COUNTRY HAS, BUT I LEARNED FROM THE SIMPSONS, AND MY BRAIN IS A TROLL
other blogs: One abandoned one for arting.
followers: 2 hundred and something ish. Basically I follow somebody if they make me laugh or seem to have sage advice and then I bugger off again if they start giving me the mental equivalent of gravel on a windshield.
following: Friends, artists, lesbians losing their shit over women, shitposters who fall into my extremely narrow margin for what I think is funny
amount of sleep: Usually 8 or so, depending on how loudly the inner demons are screaming that day.
lucky number: If I had one, 15. When I met the first friends at school who seemed to like me for who I was.
dream job: Writing or drawing, but in a context that still gets me out of the house frequently as I’m not as introverted as I used to be. Scriptwriter would probably be best.
what i’m wearing: Jeans, trainers, my biggest flannel shirt, and about 80 pounds of hair because it’s been three months since I had a cut.
favorite food: Creamy medium spice curry sauce or oyster sauce over sticky rice, or soaked into naan bread/paratha.
can i play an instrument: Guitar and piano, although my stubby fingers and utter inability to retain music theory means I’m fairly basic.
language: English (fluent) and Spanish (juuuuust squeaking above tourist level). Italian is on the to-do list, and I want to learn how to read Hindi for the challenge of learning a new alphabet plus Devanagari is very pretty to look at.
fave songs: Radioative in the Dark (Fallout Boy/Pentatonix usually blasts through my brain to my happy centers) I also have an obscene amount of fiddle music on my phone.
random fact: Britain has few earthquakes, tornadoes, tidal waves, not much in the way of predatory wildlife, and a climate that allows for reliably lush greenery most years. We have responded to these blessings by becoming insane and stealing as much as possible from other countries.
describe urself in aesthetic things: Multi-coloured galaxies, knee-high boots, leather jackets, abstract tattoos, huge impractical earrings
Tagging: You, if you feel like it.
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New Toy~
//Can I just say how I suck at titles? I try man *shakes head* Anyways, Dude I love your anon's (finger guns) I need to improve my writing so some feedback will be nice ^^ (If you want). Allycat is such an ass but I like it, hope you enjoy.
Summary: This lust demon was quite surprise to see that someone wanted this human, this dark blonde haired bastard, to kidnap her. She didn't think the bonds would restrict her from her magic, making her practically useless like the other mortals she would hunt down. She wanted him to get this shit done and over with but, the look in his guys. Crap, she can practically feel his aura change from the smirk creeping on to his face. She'll be a toy for a while, it shouldn't be that bad.
A small moan of pain left her soft lips, glazed over with purple lipstick that was smudged messily over her face when he grabbed her body. When struggling and trying to scream out, that's when the palm of his hand clamped down on her mouth. She was strong but he already tied her up so she was powerless. Struggling was pointless as time passed. And now, she's at what looks to be someone's basement.
Gosh, she can't imagine how pathetic she must look. She would be wondering how her plants and pets are doing at home, hoping her pets aren't ruining her exotic flowers. She felt herself let out a sigh. "Looks as if your finally up, bitch."
Akira glanced up, her eyes narrow into a glare. This hunter, of all the beings that had to take her, it was a human. She likes humans but sometimes their unbearable, he might be in that category. She'll give him props for how he was able to tie her. "Oh lets just get this over with."
She usually doesn't act like this, might be because of how she doesn't want to appear as weak to him. Like he cares anyways, he'll probably break her down into tears. Man she sounded weak.
"Uh....what are you staying at?" Akira deadpan when catching him stare at her chest, with the bonds between them and around her breast, it made them look huge. Her big rack was covered in white strips she used called sarashii to cover her breast since they give her back pains and would be pressing up against her clothes. Bad enough her ass is big. She could tell he was stripping her with his eyes.
....Christ. She wasn't even doing anything and he's getting aroused. "Listen here you mortal scum, if you don't release m- Eep!" She tried to sound tough but that was quickly shot down when he slapped her across the face. "It's cute that your trying to entertain me with this act. Just submit and I'll make sure you have a good time."
"Never." She frowned, well, she's a little stubborn~
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"Mm- N-No, s-stop you d-douche." She bit her bottom lip a little. Her heat was bothering her, the hunter was practically teasing her. He made her sit on his lap, he already dragged her by her hair to make her listen. Akira didn't like the feel of his knee press against her arousal, her panties long gone when he practically rip them off her body.
"Ugh, I hate you." No matter how many times she says that, it's only encouraging him to screw her. The demon is attractive, he would love to make her cry when ramming his dick inside her busty body. Watching her eyes roll back while she would repeatedly say no to him and beg for him to stop. Even though she secretly wants more. Oh he's gonna have so much fun with her.
//Annnnd Im sorry. It's short ;-; i know, if I have a little motivation then I'll do another one or continue with this. But anyways, I hope you like it at least, Allycat belongs to this sexy dude @wrenseroticlibrary (but also @fangsandthorns )(Psst- go follow him. He's really cool.)
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Hi Guys! Help support me and Buy Me a Coffee! Every donation I get gets a piece of Commissioned writing! Just message me with what you’d Prefer!
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So, I really want to show some love to my awesome followers! I love every single one of you, but some of you really brighten up my day!!
The Bae’s:
@straiightfromtheheart| @ofriiverdale| @iwillsurviive: The BFF of like 12 years! You’ve been my rock through some of the hardest times in my life. You know me better than anyone, and I can’t even begin to thank you for all the sacrifices you have made for me over the years. You’ve taught me how to compromise, how to communicate and I’ve learned so much from you. I do not know where I would be without you! <33
@grcwingstrcng: The Ultimate Bae! My twin! I’ve always had this complex about following other Neal’s. Mostly because of insecurities about my writing. But, you’ve always been the exception. From the very beginning, your Neal and your mutual love for him, connected with me on a level that made me feel totally comfortable. I adore you so much and all of your muses and seeing you on my dash just brightens everyday!! <33
@viridisalae| @doublehelixed| @legendsof: My AllyCat! You’ve been a constant in a sea of uncertainties. I can honestly say you are one of the few people who has never judged me, who has unconditionally accepted me for me, unwaveringly. You’ve always shown me love and support no matter what, and for that I am forever grateful. I love you so much and I am so happy we are friends! <33
@drsncw| @thesearetheirstcries: Lizzie, I don’t even know where to start. You were one of the first friends I had in this fandom. We lost touch for awhile, but recently reconnected and I could not be happier about it. I love you so much!! You’re incredible. You never cease to amaze me. Your generosity and your willingness to do things for other people is wonderful and just makes me love you more! <33
@pxperhearts| @sorceressofsass: Quite simply put, Neal doesn’t exist without you. It was your Emma that I created him with, it was your input and your inspiration that helped me create his backstory. So much of who he is, is because of you and I owe you so much for that. You have been a role model to me as far as roleplaying and writing. You inspire me to be better, to constantly improve and I feel as though I am. Thank you. <33
@arielthelionhearted: I owe a lot to you. Yes, I had an indie account before joining your group, but my backstory wasn’t quite as fleshed out until the moment I sat down and worked on that application. You took a chance on me and I have never been more grateful that you saw something in me that had potential. <33
@allforacrown| @indissoluta| @mactireagcroi: Myllie! You are just a dear!! I cannot even begin to describe how awesome you are. I enjoy interacting with you in character, and I absolutely enjoy our ooc chats! Our friendship gives me absolute joy!!! <33
@saviourisms| @thexfairest| @storyisms: Casey, my partner in crime! You’ve been one of my most constant partners, and I love that no matter what I throw at you, you’re always up for it! We think alike and we both love our characters and that love shines through in the writing. I thoroughly enjoy writing with you and talking to you!! <33
@elsaofarendelle| @ofsophistication: Jess! You are an absolute ray of sunshine! I know I’m rubbish at keeping in touch with people, and so sometimes you have to make an extra effort with me, but I promise you I love hearing from you! I love the passion you have for writing and the time you put into your characters, especially Elsa. It shows a commitment and dedication, which I greatly admire. I love you!! <33
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Unlikely Affection Chapter 25: **Randy Reunions**
I awoke with a violent shudder as an orgasm ripped through me. “Severus?” I groaned as he nibbled at my swollen clit. “What are you doing?” My eyes creaked open and I finally caught a glimpse of him between my spread legs, he shot me a devilish grin “Enjoying my morning.” He growled into my folds, licking a firm stripe along my dripping folds.
I tried to pull away, his constant licking making my sensitive core beg me for reprieve. “Where do you think you are going?” He growled, circling his arms around the backs of my thighs effectively stopping me from pulling back. “I have to go change.” I moaned as his tongue grazed the spot that made my my eyes roll back. “Ahh…I have classes…This morning.” I panted, still trying and failing to pull away from his relentless mouth.
His grip on my thighs tightened, his short nails biting into the soft flesh. “Do stop with your squirming, I am trying to enjoy my breakfast.” He punctuated his sentence by dipping his tongue into my core and thrusting the slick muscle in and out.
My back bowed off of the bed, “Oh, yes…” I moaned, my fingers grasping at his soft black hair. After a few glorious moments of tongue fucking me, he finally pushed two thick digits into my pulsing heat. My eyes squeezed shut and the contact and my hands gripped the satin sheets hard.
“Severus…Please. Don’t. Stop.” I begged as he fucked me with his fingers, my orgasm quickly building and my legs began to quake again, my orgasm was imminent and I was chasing it.
“Are you going to come for me Little Star?” Severus purred against my sensitive clit and I nodded furiously, clutching the sheets so hard my knuckles were turning white.
“Use your words…” He placed an open mouth kiss on my pulsing clit before continuing, “Or I’ll stop.” He puncuated his threat with a delicious curl of his fingers into that spongy spot that makes me see stars.
“Severus…” I moan, willing myself to look at him. His eyes found mine at their own accord and I almost came just from the site of him devouring me as if I was his last meal. “Please…Make me come…I’m so close.”
“How could I deny my beautiful girl a second orgasm when she asked so sweetly.” He shot me a devilish smile and fucked me hard with his fingers while his tongue swiped hard against my clit. It was only seconds before the wave of ecstasy flooded my senses and I was lost in complete bliss.
My chest heaved up and down as I tried to catch my breath and come down from my high. Severus placed soothing kisses up my body until he reached my lips, his final kiss in his ascent up my shaky body was a bruising one to my lips and I moaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth, allowing me to taste myself on him.
“I am aching to be inside of you.” He growled against my lips, his hands sliding to my thighs and pushing them further apart, his wet tip gliding effortlessly against my swollen folds and I moaned, gripping his shoulders.
“Please…” I whisper, begging him to finally slide into me. It had been a long week without him and I didn’t even realize how much I missed the feel of him above me, inside of me, just being with me.
He smirks down at me, sliding against my soaked flesh one last time before finally increasing the pressure and gliding into my tight heat. The sound he made when he was finally completely inside me was a mixture of a growl and a groan. He sat still inside of me, allowing me time to adjust to his size before he pulled himself out slowly and thrust back into me making my toes curl.
My hands circled his neck, holding him tightly to me as he continued to thrust at a firm pace. His arms slid around my back, pulling my body down to meet his thrusts.
Our eyes were locked as he continued to thrust into me, his dark orbs were glazed over as his climax approached. Apparently, he was not content with how deep he was inside of me because without stopping his perfect thrusts into my quivering center he sat up on his knees and lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders.
My back arched so much I thought I would snap in half. His pace was brutal and I was enjoying every second of it. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” My core began to clamp down on his thrusting member as my orgasm washed over me.
“My perfect Little Star.” I heard Severus whisper, he pace stuttering before he came inside of me, riding out a few final thrusts before gently lowering my legs and flopping onto the bed beside me, pulling the blankets up and around us and drawing me into his warm embrace.
I snuggled into his chest and thats when I realized…He wasn't wearing his nightshirt or usual white undershirt, he was completely bare.
I sat up straight, covering my chest with the blanket even though he had already seen everything I was attempting to cover.
“You’re not wearing a shirt.” I stated matter of factly and Severus cocked an eyebrow.
“Does that bother you?” His tone was one of concern and I couldn't help the broad smile that spread across my face.
I shook my head still smiling like a buffoon. “No! I’ve just never seen you without a shirt on…Ever.”
He just rolled his eyes, “Keep smiling at me like that and you never will again. I am nothing to gawk at.”
I took him by surprise when I straddled him, dropping the sheet from my body and gripping his face in my hands. “You are most definitely something to be gawked at.” I kissed him “Desired.” another kiss “Loved.” another kiss. “Admired.”
His hands slid up my legs and stilled on my hips, stroking lightly with his thumbs. “You think too well of a man like me.” He sighed, I could sense his internal battle and needed to think of a way to show him how much I truly loved and and cherished him.
I reached down and gently picked up his left hand, guiding it up my body. I closed my eyes, moaning softly at the touch of his skin to mine, I could feel his arm stiffen when his forearm reached my face and I opened my eyes. The dark mark tattoo glared at me, a stark contrast to Severus’ pale skin.
“You are perfect Severus Snape…” I brought his forearm to my lips and kissed the dark black tattoo, “Never let your past define your future.”
Later
Edwin and I decided to head to the library after our meeting with Dumbledore’s Army, he desperately needed to study for an upcoming potions test and he, per usual needed my help.
We sat at one of the empty tables near the restricted section and began pulling out study materials from our respective bags. Edwin sighed, opening his potions notebook and I giggled silently.
“You know if you pay attention in his class, you won’t have to study so hard for the tests,” I stated, trying my best to stifle my giggling.
Edwin shot me a glare, “…Not everyone can be the teachers pet.”
I fought internally on whether I would vocalize the comment that just popped into my brain…Yeah, I think I will.
“Hmmm, he does like calling me a good girl.”
Edwin’s eyes became the size of saucers and made a face as if he was doing his best to keep bile from coming up his throat and I laughed out loud, putting my hand quickly over my mouth to quiet my cackles so Madam Pince doesn’t come over and give me detention.
“That is at the top of the list of things I really wish I had never heard.” He said after a second and I winked at him, glancing back down at my textbook.
A few weeks of power from the ministry and Toadface had disbanded all after-school activities, which meant Severus had to give me detention to see me and, he only did that every two weeks or so in order not to rouse suspicion. One of the evening detentions before Christmas though, I had stumbled upon an interesting sight, Harry was in the potions classroom being lectured by Severus.
When I crossed the threshold Harry, who was sitting in a chair facing the doorway looked at me and Severus turned around. “Sorry, Professor.” I choked out, now growing a bit nervous “I was just coming for my evening detention. If you need to reschedule…”
“No…Potter your lessons are over until after the Christmas holiday, you are dismissed.” Severus turned back to Harry as he spoke and Harry, in return got up and hurried out of the doorway. He shot me a kind smile as he walked by “See you later Rora.”
I returned his smile and walked further into the classroom, dropping my bag on the floor by my usual desk. By the time I had entered the room Severus had sat in his desk chair and was glaring at me.
“What?” I asked when I knew Harry was out of earshot.
Severus eyed me, continuing his glare. “You were not given detention today…”
“Is it a crime to miss you?” I crossed my arms over his chest at his lack of happiness to see me. I knew he wouldn’t be the type to jump for joy at my presence but he could pretend to at least not be annoyed that I snuck down here.
“You are allowed to miss me Aurora…What you are not allowed to do is strut down here with no detention pass and just expect a warm welcome. There is too much at stake with Umbridge around for you to be so reckless.” I winced at his tone, it was flat and harsh. I knew I had pissed him off when my first name crossed his lips. I hated it when he called me Aurora, it separated me from him as a partner and made me feel about two inches tall.
I grabbed my bag from the floor and threw it back over my shoulder. “I’m sorry for being so reckless, I’ll go back to the common room. If Harry says anything I’ll just tell him you decided to switch the detention time.” I tried to make my voice sound unbothered by his disappointment but I failed and it came out sounding more meak than I was anticipating.
Severus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He said nothing though and I knew my presence was definitely unwanted. I turned and walked to the door, glancing at him over my shoulder “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”
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Hi lovelies,
It’s been a hot minute and I apologize lol. I’ll be back with new content sometime next week hopefully. Prepping for my Taylor Swift show has taken up a lot of my time. In the meantime, I’d love to hear what you guys would be interested in reading or seeing me write. My suggestion box is open!
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Gemstones and Alley Cats
Hey All!
I’m back again with Day 4 of Seven Days of Fright.
...Cutting it close again, but what can I say; perfection can’t be rushed.
So this is based vaguely of my fiance’s fear of being stalked.
Enjoy everyone;
Day Four: “Do you recall your worst nightmare? It is time to face it.”
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She woke with a start, rising stiff in her bed.
“Jem!”
The blonde looked around the room, trying to remember. She was alone in their bedroom. Jem was fine, she was at her brother’s. Liam had asked her to come over for some reason or another.
Getting up from bed, Ally took deep breaths, trying to calm her frazzled nerves. The woman shuffled down into the kitchen, comforted by the sounds of nails clicking against hardwood marble as her dogs followed.
Making a cup of coffee to wake herself up, Ally thought about her nightmare.
“You’ll be too late to save her Ally, too late to say goodbye. Too late to watch her die.” The voice whispered, relishing in the tears falling from brown eyes as Ally franticly searched for a clue to where her wife was.
“What do you want?!” The woman shrieked, flinging papers and folders off of Jem’s desk as she looked.
“Well, I wanted you. I wanted her.” He said casually, before his voice turned cold and snarling. “But the two of you were too good for me, weren’t you? So instead, I’ll just kill you.”
Suddenly, the dream shifted and Ally was running down a familiar hallway, rushing towards a crimson door with the number 13 bolted to it. As she reached it, it opened slowly, revealing Jem sitting there, tied to an old chair.
She was bruised, blood dripping from her lips as soft green eyes locked with Ally’s brown. She said something that Ally couldn’t hear. Three words and a sad smile that she couldn’t understand. Then the world went white and echoed with the unmistakable sound of a gunshot.
Ally’s screams echoed in her own ears.
She shook her head, trying to clear the dream from her head again, sitting at the small dining table Jem insisted on.
Bella, Jem’s small dachshund was lying in her bed beneath the oaken legs. Jamie, her husky was on the couch. The two of them were staring at the front door, waiting patiently for their owner to come home. Ally remembered the first time her mother-in-law had come over and Jem introduced Jamie as ‘her grand-puppy’. The woman snorted. Ana was not happy.
“I miss her too.” She told the dogs, petting her own german shepherd’s snout as he rested it against her legs. “She’ll be home soon.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Ally heard keys in the door. Oak and stained glass opened to reveal brilliant blue curls.
The dogs all raced towards the door, hellbent on bowling the petite woman over her own two feet.
“Sit!” Her melodic voice rang out, sounding tired and a little bit hoarse. The dogs sat, obediently before following her silent hand gesture and going to their individual beds in the living room.
Laughing quietly, Ally rose to her feet and walked over to her wife as she closed the door. Jem was wearing what she called her “comfort clothes”, a navy blue turtleneck and soft black pants that looked like slacks and felt like velvet. Jem liked to joke that she wore those particular pants when she wanted to sleep but needed to go to work.
“Good morning beautiful.” Ally whispered, putting an arm around her wife’s waist. Jem looked up, meeting her eyes and smiled.
“Good morning darling.” She returned, kissing her wife gently before groaning and leaning on the taller woman. “He drank tequila.”
Ally grimaced. Jem’s brother was notorious for getting into toxic relationships and drinking himself sick when he decided to end it. The stronger the alcohol, the worst the rebound would be.
“Let's not invite the next one for dinner, yeah?”
Jem laughed, pulling away to go up the stairs. Ally missed the warmth in her arms.
“Where are you going?” She asked, following the small librarian.
“I’ve got work in a couple of hours hon, I need to shower and get ready.” Jem said, turning to look at her, confused.
Ally had a bad feeling about work.
“Stay home? Please? We’ll curl up on the couch and watch TV. We’ll watch one of those home makeover shows you like so much. Please?” She rambled. Jem’s eyebrow furrowed.
“What’s going on Ally?” She asked, sitting on the top step. Ally sighed, moving up to sit beside her before explaining her dream.
After a second, Jem placed soft hands on either side of her wife’s face, her dark brown manicure resting against Ally’s temples.
“Ally, I’m okay. Nothing is going to happen.” She smiled. “As much as I would love to stay home with you today, you’ve got adopters coming into the shelter today, remember?”
Ally blinked for a second before groaning. Jem was right, she had a self-defense group coming in to look at some of her guard dogs. She couldn’t push it off, or have one of her volunteers do it either because Ally had been working personally with the dogs.
“Fine…” She sighed. “But will you stay home?”
Jem looked at her incredulously.
“Ally, I’m not going to…” She trailed off, seeing the frantic worry in the other woman’s eyes before letting out a sigh of her own. “I had a couple of projects I wanted to work on anyway...I’ll call in and take a couple of days off to finish them.”
Ally grinned at her before hugging her tightly.
“Thank you.” She whispered into Jem’s lavender-scented hair.
“You’re welcome.” She grumbled heatlessly. “But I don’t want any complaining next time I decide I want take out for dinner.”
Jem got up after a moment, still heading into the bedroom.
“Where are you going?” Ally asked, causing the smaller woman to groan.
“I still want a shower Ally. I feel like trash.” She said frustratedly as she pulled off her turtleneck. Ally grinned when she saw the tattoo in the small of Jem’s back. Surrounded by her other ink was a portrait of a lion with a blue jay sitting on it’s back.
Jem had gotten the tattoo on their first anniversary, and this next June would be their fifth. Ten years since they’d met fresh out of high school.
Ally went downstairs, making her wife coffee and breakfast. A weight had been lifted off her shoulders when Jem agreed to stay home. She knew she was being silly, but she felt better anyway.
Hours passed by and Ally was sitting in her office at the shelter, helping a family through adoption paperwork for a five year old german shepherd. Dale was a sweet old pup who’d cuddle up with them every night and play with their son every afternoon. He was a perfect fit.
She felt her phone buzz as she saw the family out and found a text from Jem waiting on screen.
[12:17]J: Going to the store? Want anything specific?
[12:19]H: Wait until tomorrow, I’ll come with you.
[12:19]J: (eye roll) Ally, we need groceries, and I’m out of thread. It’s ten minutes away.
[12:22}H: Fine...Buy chips?
[12:23}J: Yes dear.
Ally smiled at her phone before looking at the next name on her clipboard. Jazzy, a nine-month old rottweiler who’d been chosen by one of the self-defense chicks. Back to work then.
The blonde locked the doors at 6:30 sharp, finally finishing the last of her paperwork for the day. Walking to her truck, she looked down at her phone.
[13:50]H: Hey babe? Want sushi for dinner?
[14:00]H: I could grab chinese instead? It’s up to you.
[18:00]H: Bluejay? Are you there lovely?
[18:30] Jem...I’m on my way home.
Ally broke more than a few traffic laws coming back to their house and screeched to a halt in their driveway when she saw the front door standing open.
“Jem!” She called, running through the front door. She heard the dogs howling, they were locked in the basement. There’s plenty of water down there, and Jem puts the winter clothes in bags on the floor. She thought absently, moving through the house, looking for her wife.
The house was a mess, like someone had been looking for something. In the kitchen, a bunch of bags were strewn about on the floor like Jem had never gotten the chance to put away all of her shopping.
Moving up the stairs, Ally heard Jem’s cell phone ringing. Following the noise, Ally ended up in Jem’s office. It was untouched. Her writing the desk sat under the window, covered in papers with her laptop closed and the printer turned off. Against the other wall was her gaming computer, turned off as well. The wall with the door was covered in bookshelves, but the ringing was coming from Jem’s laptop.
There, on top of the chromed lid sat Jem’s smartphone, lighting up with an ‘Unknown Number’ screen.
Ally answered it.
“Hello Ally.”
“Who is this? Where is my wife?” Ally asked angrily.
“Easy now. She’s fine. Jemstone is here, with me. As for who I am...I’m upset you don’t remember me Allycat. We’ve had a lot of fun together, the three of us.”
Jemstone...Allycat…? It was like someone flicked a switch. Before she and Jem were married, there had been a guy in college. Damien was his name. He was a biomed. major. They all played video games together, went bar hopping, took classes. He’d even shared an apartment with them for awhile. The two women had invited him to their wedding, but he vanished.
“Damien?” She asked hesitantly, only to be greeted with a loud cry of approval.
“You do remember Allycat!” He sounded insane. “We’re going to play a game now. Somewhere in Jemstone’s things is an address. One you should recognize. If you aren’t at that address in two hours; I’m going to blow pretty Jemstone’s brains out.”
Ally hadn’t even fully processed the sentence before she flew to Jem’s whiteboards on the wall, looking for handwriting that wasn’t the blunette’s own graceful scribble. Nothing there so she moved to the bookshelf, throwing crates of crafts and skeins of yarn to the ground. Twenty minutes gone. She heard Damien talking, but she couldn’t focus on his words as she ripped through her wife’s office.
She ran to their room, searching through Jem’s vanity. Nothing in her makeup, or in her jewelry. Nothing in their dresser or closet. Thirty minutes. Back to the office, just in time to hear Damien say something on the phone. She didn’t even realize she’d put it on speaker.
“Wakey wakey Jemstone.”
“Jem? Damien, let me talk to her! Please.” Damien made disapproving noises, like he was scolding a child.
“That’s not part of the game Allycat.”
“PLEASE!” Ally yelled, moving to her wife’s work desk and nearly throwing the laptop out of the way. One hour. Minutes later, she heard Damien singing softly.
“You’ll be too late to save her Ally, too late to say goodbye. Too late to watch her die.” He whispered, seeming to relish in the fear he caused as Ally frantically searched for a clue to where her wife was.
“What do you want?!” The woman shrieked, flinging papers and folders off of Jem’s desk as she looked.
“Well, I wanted you. I wanted her.” He said casually, before his voice turned cold and snarling. “But the two of you were too good for me, weren’t you? Leading me on and then surprise! You’re getting married. So now, I just want to return the favor. I just want to rip your heart out.”
Suddenly, Ally’s hand found it, a small notecard with one of Jem’s chocolate brown fake nails taped to it. The address, just as promised, was familiar. The apartment complex she and Jem lived in before Ally’s shelter took off. The one they’d shared with Damien. Forty-five minutes left.
“I’m coming, Bluejay.” She said firmly, well aware that the man could hear her.
Ally was laser focused, barely aware of the world as the barreled through the city into the college town, into the parking lot of a nearly abandoned apartment complex. Five minutes left.
Up seven flights of stairs and Ally was running down a familiar hallway, rushing towards a crimson door with the number 13 bolted to it. Two minutes.
Her hand gripped the handle and she pounded on the door, shoving it open, revealing Jem sitting there, tied to an old chair.
She was bruised, blood dripping from her lips as soft green eyes locked with Ally’s brown. She said something that Ally couldn’t hear. Three words and a sad smile that she couldn’t understand. Then the world imploded and echoed with the unmistakable sound of a gunshot.
Ally’s screams echoed in her own ears.
I love you.
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False God
A/N: “Oh wow, Ally, another songfic with a Taylor Swift song. You must think you’re so clever, don’t you?” The answer to that is: yes. Yes I do. Requested? Absolutely not. Random idea that just took hold and took on a life of its own? Absolutely. Will there be a part 2 of mostly fluff and showing an actual healthy relationship? Probably, if anyone even cares that much. Is this significantly shorter than most things I write considering that 75% of it is song lyrics? Absolutely. But OH WELL. Title obviously comes from the Taylor Swift song of the same name. Honestly, if you squint, this could sort of be the other half of The Archer that I just wrote complete with 80% more angst? (Marriage to Stephen before the accident, ups and downs of a rushed-into relationship, waltzing back into the loft after months at Kamar-Taj, finding yourself in his threadbare room.) As always, thanks @unknownauthor for listening to my rambling and stupid ideas and for reading everything for me, as usual, before I post it to make sure it’s at least good enough to post instantly because I need the validation.
Warnings: Smut-ish. Not the most descriptive thing ever as far as smut goes but it’s there. Swearing, absolutely. Showcasing an UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP (seriously guys this is not like “ooooo look at this great relationship” because it’s not). Uh. I think that’s it this time. Absolutely no spoilers in this one.
Word Count: 1,141.
You know the drill. Likes= meh, okay, reblogs= “I would probably kill someone for this person” so please, please reblog the things you enjoy. I am begging you.
(Not my GIF)
We were crazy to think
Crazy to think that this could work
Remember how I said I'd die for you?
We were stupid to jump
In the ocean separating us
Remember how I’d fly to you?
“I’m not sure I can do this anymore.”
“So what? You’re just gonna walk out?” Stephen’s voice is cutting, dripping with sarcasm and that same level of snark, his voice more bitter than you’ve ever heard from him. He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Stephen, why do we keep doing this? It’s just a fucking cycle where things are fine before we fight again and we just keep hurting each other.” Stephen stares at you, his body still tense before he deflates, like a balloon punctured with a needle. You let your guard down, observing him before he opens his arms and you know the storm has passed. At least for today. And as you lost yourself in a kiss, the feeling of his body pressed tight against yours, you can’t seem to recall what the fight was even about.
And I can't talk to you when you're like this
Staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town
I'm New York City
I still do it for you, babe
They all warned us about times like this
They say the road gets hard and you get lost
When you're led by blind faith, blind faith
You and Stephen sit in silence, your husband stares out the window, his stormy eyes fixing on a point somewhere in the distance. “We should have listened. They told us. We shouldn’t have rushed into this. They tried to warn us.” Stephen laughs, the sound humorless and hollow. The car is silent for a moment before you reach over, laying your hand on his thigh and finally those stormy eyes acknowledge you. Stephen looks at you like the city, like you’re naive and optimistic but ultimately shrouded in danger and heartbreak but then his lips are on yours in the back of this car with the divider up and you can’t bring yourself to care for now. You can feel all of him against you when he pulls you onto his lap, deepening the kiss, and some sort of feeling, of faith, probably far too blind and as optimistic as a child, settles in your chest.
But we might just get away with it
Religion's in your lips
Even if it's a false god
We'd still worship
We might just get away with it
The altar is my hips
Even if it's a false god
We'd still worship this love
We’d still worship this love
We’d still worship this love
Stephen is all you can feel, his lips devouring yours and his body trapping yours against the wall. He hoists you up and you wrap your legs around him. You know Stephen is not much of a religious or spiritual man but the only religion you need is his lips against yours as he lowers you onto the bed. You reach down to slide your shirt off, tossing it to the side as he pulls his shirt off, and your mouth goes dry at the hunger in his eyes as his eyes rove over the newly exposed skin. You lay back on your elbows as he shed the rest of his clothes. You kicked off your pants and underwear and then his body is covering yours again. Your lips seek his out and the kiss is absolutely searing. He breaks the kiss and his lips start a path down your neck, to your collarbone. Your fingers tangle in his hair, his lips reaching your hipbone. His eyes flick up to meet yours before his lips are on you and, before long, his name is falling from your mouth like a prayer, a holy chant to whatever sacred deity might happen to hear. As you come down from it, this rapture, he raises himself to capture your lips again and the taste of you mingled with his breath is more of a religious experience than anything you’ve ever experienced.
I know heaven's a thing
I go there when you touch me, honey
Hell is when I fight with you
But we can patch it up good
Make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness
Got the wine for you
And you can't talk to me when I'm like this
Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you
You're the West Village
You still do it for me, babe
They all warned us about times like this
They say the road gets hard and you get lost
When you’re led by blind faith, blind faith
“This isn’t good for anyone, you know.” The words are said so casually one night, after another fight and another instance of a desperate make up session in your shared bed. Stephen lays beside you, his eyes fixating on the ceiling above and, for a moment, you think he’s going to just ignore the words spoken into the night.
“No, it’s not, is it?” His expression is serene and unbothered by the truth of the statements. After a moment, he rolls towards you and his lips attach to your neck and you can feel all of the words, the confessions of his wrongs, the begging for forgiveness, the apologies your husband is too proud to say aloud poured into worshiping you. And when you take him into your mouth later, his head thrown back as he lets himself buck into you until he’s sated, you hope he can feel all of your own unsaid words.
But we might just get away with it
Religion's in your lips
Even if it's a false god
We'd still worship
We might just get away with it
The altar is my hips
Even if it's a false god
We'd still worship this love
We'd still worship this love
We'd still worship this love, ah
Still worship this love
Even if it's a false god
Even if it's a false god
Still worship this love
Months. That’s how long it had been since your husband had gone missing only to return to your shared loft one evening as if nothing had ever happened. And now he’s back to worshiping you, this time on some threadbare bed in a bare room you assume must be in Nepal. But you know, you can feel that this Stephen is changed. This is not the Stephen that would pick fights when bored and hope that he could push you far enough, not the Stephen you married and, as he sheaths himself inside of you, your name whispered into the night like a chant, you think that maybe you can love this Stephen more. And that maybe, just maybe, things will be good. Things will be right this time.
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My Queen
Okay, so, this is super, SUPER short but I think @wutheringshay might need this today. Hopefully it helps a little and I hope today goes amazing. I’ll talk to you when it’s over. We love you, Shay. Praying for you. ❤️❤️❤️
Warnings: It’s a little short but none aside from that lol.
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She had been hesitant to introduce her daughter to Elliot when they first became friends. He’d never really struck her as the kind to be very fond of children but, lo and behold, there he was bouncing her small daughter Reijna on his knee. They’d been friends for months, growing closer by the day, but even the sight of the man she had fallen in love with behaving so tenderly with her daughter couldn’t distract her from her worry. Elliot must have sensed her worry as he looked up, his face somber. “Shay, I know that whatever you’re worrying about, you don’t want to talk about it. I won’t make you. But I just...” Elliot trailed off as Reijna reached a hand up to tug at his curls, causing Elliot to stick his tongue out at the toddler.
“I know, Elliot. Just you being here is good enough,” Shay gave him a half-smile, relieved that at least she wasn’t with Reijna’s father, worrying on her own.
“If it has anything to do with him, you know I’ll do whatever I can to help you. It’s not healthy, Shay.”
“I know, I know. But I can’t leave right now. But I’m trying,” she replied, shaking her head.
“You deserve better. Someone who’ll take care of you. Someone that you can talk to about whatever you’re worried about.”
“Someone like you?” Shay teased, leaning her head back to look at him from her spot, leaning against his legs.
“No, I’m not good enough either. You’re so good and I just, I don’t know, I’m not that good. You’re so kind, and caring, and you’re a great mother. Whatever you’re worried about, it’ll work out. Even if things don’t go the way they should. You have Reijna. You have your friends. You’ve got me, too, whatever good that does,” Elliot replied, with a shrug. Shay wiped away the tear that finally managed to fall, leaning her head back against Elliot’s leg. He reached down with the hand not steadying Reijna to softly run his hands through her dark hair. He couldn’t do much to stop her worry, but like hell he was going to let her go through it alone.
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Flowers on my doorstep - Chapter 2
A/N: Part of this deleted itself, so I’m sorry if it’s not as good as before. Plus I’m really sleep deprived rn. So enjoy.
“Umm Walz?!” I heard Ally call, which was weird because she never called me Walz that was only Dinah. So I got up from the bed where I was snuggled up to Dinah to follow the sound of Ally’s voice by the door.
“What’s up, Allycat?” I asked placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Erm…I think these came for you. They were left on the doorstep.” She said handing me a beautiful bouquet of flowers. No one had ever brought me flowers before let alone, left them on my doorstep as a surprise.
“Someone brought Mila flowers?!” Dinah looked over surprised.
“Hey! Don’t sound so shocked. People are allowed to buy me flowers.” I retorted.
“Look Mila, there’s a note.” Ally pointed to a little pink envelope, tucked gently against the flowers. I shifted back over to the bed next to Dinah eyeing the package sceptically, half expecting something to blow up in my face.
“Well open it Mila. Jesus Christ.” Dinah rolled her eyes.
“Dinah Jane! You watch your mouth!” Ally scolded Dinah who then proceeded to through a pillow at Ally hitting her right in the head and sending her hair up in a mess from the bush of wind created by the force Dinah had threw the pillow at, but I was too transfixed by the flowers to pay much attention to them.
“Alright give it here.” Dinah snatched it and began tearing the envelope open.
“Gently Dinah! Don’t rip it!” I warned her and she listened slowing down her pace and taking more care with it as she pulled out a small piece of card.
“Dear Walz?” Dinah started looking at me questioningly, yet accusingly at the same time, but she continued on as I shrugged. “I am sorry you are sad. Boys are jerks.” We all laughed at that but after we finished our round of ‘awws’ at the first part, who knew I was sad? It couldn’t have been that jerk Michael I had planned to go out with seeing as he ditched me for another girl. There was such a blunt innocence to the words written on the card, it was all felt very third grade to be honest.
“Tears are horrid, but tears inflicted by others is even worse. I hope this makes you smile and you know that the prettiest things are often the ones mended after being broke for so long.”
“Oh My God Mila, that’s so sweet.” Ally said putting her hands to her mouth as she stared adoringly at the letter, whilst he stared in shock at her.
“What happened to don’t take the lords name in vein?” Dinah quirks and eyebrow, smiling smugly.
“Shut up, Dinah Jane and read the note.” Ally rolled her eyes this time. These two were ALWAYS bickering and lucky me got to share a room with them.
“Fine,” Dinah scoffed, “but only because I wanna know who wrote it. The rest says 'You have a pretty heart, I can tell. P.S Tell your friend I am sorry, I did not mean to be rude.
I was just worried. 27.”
“Huh?” I looked down at the card confused and emotional.
“What?” Dinah chorused.
“That makes no sense.” Ally agreed with us. We all stared at the not for a few minutes trying to decipher it, whilst I also tried to hold back an avalanche of tears at the kind words. I don’t think anyone in my life has ever written me something so pure and sweet.
“Wait?!!” Dinah shouted, sitting up and bouncing on the bed excitedly. “I know! I know! I know! I know!!”
We both looked at Dinah expectantly.
“There was a girl outside earlier. I yelled at her!” Dinah said happily.
“Dinah Jane. Why would you yell at someone?” Ally said in a serious tone, like a mother scorning a child,
“She was staring at Mila, because she was crying.” Dinah explained. “I called Mila Walz, that’s where she must have got it from. I never seen her before so she must be new, which would explain the number twenty seven. Hasn’t room twenty seven been empty all year?”
“Last time I checked it was.” Ally nodded, while I sat still in shock at the letter and flowers.
“Let me see that again, DJ?” I asked holding my hand out for the card and re-read it again. “Dinah! You upset her.” I said slapping the girl playfully on the upper arm.
“Ouch Chancho.” Dinah said rubbing the spot, “I didn’t upset her. She just said she was sorry and! You should be thanking me for defending your ass.”
“I’m not going to thank you for terrorising people. But guys seriously, look.” I pointed at the longer sentence. “Look how sweet that is!”
“It is sweet Mila.” Ally agreed, looking over my shoulder at it. “And those flowers are really pretty too. I wonder if she brought them.” Ally contemplated.
“No, she stole them!” Dinah said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Actually, no that I think about it. She does seem the type.” Dinah thought.
“Oh come on Dinah, someone sweet enough to write that would not go around stealing flowers.” Ally shook her head.
“You didn’t see her. Bitch looked like she could fuck someone up in seconds.”
“Nooo.” I said, because I agreed with Ally that was unbelievable.“Look at what she put Dinah, no way someone like that would hurt a fly.”
“Look I’m telling you, she looked like she could kill someone with one look. I’ll prove it to you tomorrow. But right now I need to sleep, so get the fuck off my bed.” And with that Dinah shoved me out onto the floor.
“The flowers!” Ally yelled.
“Oh thanks Al, don’t worry about me, Will ya?” I groaned rubbing, my elbow which I landed on painfully.
“Sorry Mils, but I could let someone destroy them flowers. They are symbolic.”
“Of what? They haven’t even open yet Ally.” I laughed at the older girls idealism.
“Growth, love, new awakenings, new experiences, new people. You name it.” Ally answered quickly listing off the endless possibilities as she watered the flowers over by the sink.
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“Girls! Get up!” An annoyingly loud voice spoke as I layed comfortably in my bed, like so comfortably that I didn’t ever want to leave. Ever. I don’t care if there’s pizza outside or if Ed Sheeran was at my door with his guitar ready to serenade me, I didn’t ever want to get out of bed, I was enjoying sleep too much.
“Dinah! Camila! I swear if you girls don’t get out of bed, I will roll you out of them.”
“Ugh..Ally. Go away.” I groaned grabbing my pillow and throwing it lazily in the direction of where I thought her voice was coming from.
“You missed. Now, get up.” Ally said pulling the covers off of me.
“I don’t want too.” I complained into my pillow, refusing to open my eyes.
“Fine, but we have ten minutes to get to class.”
“Ten minutes!” I rolled pout of bed startled. “Dinah let’s go, our professors going to kill us.” I said quickly scrambling around the room trying to find pieces of clothing and tuff my bag full of my books as Dinah rolled out of bed to do the same, but in a less panicky way.
After five minutes we were sorted and ready to go but I had to check some things first.
“Come on, Mila. We’ve got to go.” Dinah hurried me as she stood at the door waiting.
“Okay okay, I’ve just got to check I’ve got everything.” I said placing my bag back down on the bed and checking through my stuff. Come on Mila. You know we don’t have time for this. Not today.“ Dinah whined.
"Alright, I’ve just got to check the window and then we can go.”
“No Mila. We HAVE to go.” Dinah said walking back into the room and push me out of it.
“Wait Dinah! No. I can’t, I just have to check.” I tried to fight back feeling my anxiety rise as she attempted to push me out of the room.
“Dinah.” Ally spoke seriously, giving her the look. “Just let her check the window.” Dinah released me and I moved over to check each of the windows were locked, twice.
“Okay let’s go.” I said grabbing my bag leaving and locking our dorm room door, before running across campus and just making it to our lesson on time by the skin of our teeth. Earning a diss approving look from the professor.
The lesson dragged on and on and on, only to be made worse by my anxiety. Anxiety’s a bitch, in case you didn’t know.
“Hey Dinah,” I whispered leaning over to her quietly as to not disturb the lecture or get caught by the professor who didn’t like me very much. “Did I lock the door?”
“Yes, Mila. You locked the door.” Dinah said, but she sounded annoyed and I felt bad for irritating her.
“Oh okay. Sorry.” I apologised and sat in silence jiggling my knee for the rest of the lesson to help calm myself.
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“Okay. That’s it for today. You’re free to go.” Our professor spoke as we all quickly stood up and began to file out of the door into the busy halls.
“Camila! Look!” Dinah shouted pointing into the long crowd of people.
“What?” I asked confused, not seeing anything out of the ordinary.
“Flower girl. She’s right there.” Dinah said pointing to a girl with long dark black hair walking in the crowd.
“What?” I asked shocked. No way that was her, she seemed to…intimidating to deliver flowers to someone they saw crying.
“Jeez Mila, is that all you can say?” Dinah said pushing us forward as the girl started to walk directly past us. Apparently it was.
“No. Dinah. No.” I said, digging my heels into the floor as she pushed.
“Hey!” Dinah shouted at the girl loudly making her jump and turn around, to which I glared at her for. “You’re the flower girl right?” Dinah asked brashly, whilst I stood back slightly, feeling like I wanted to disappear as she approached the intimidating looking girl. I guess Dinah was right last night, because if this was her I’m pretty sure she could destroy me with one look.
“Me?” The dark haired girl asked innocently- to my surprise -looking around for someone else. “Um- I mean yes. I g-got the flowers.”
I couldn’t help but smile at how insecure she sounded, it was endearing to see someone so bad-ass looking act so shy.
“You did?” I asked stepping around from Dinah and she nodded looking enthusiastically. “Well thank you, that was incredibly sweet and it really cheered me up.” I admitted to the girl who had written me such a beautifully worded letter, even in lesson as the professor ranted on I found my self thinking of it and reciting the words over to myself.
“Welcome.” She smiled, with a slight blush to her cheeks as she looked down at the floor.
I ended up biting my cheek as I tried to suppress a laugh at her strange child-like wording, because it sounded more like she was greeting us than anything else. I guess she wasn’t as scary as she has appeared on first glance; her looks were still intimidating though, like she was really pretty.
“Maybe we can hang out some time?" Dinah offered smirking, though I didn’t really mind seeing as she seemed really sweet and probably didn’t know many people.
"Now?” The dark haired girl asked hopefully, looking up at me with bright eyes. Only then did I realise how strikingly bright here eyes were. They were a light shade of green, soft and beautiful.
“Why not?” I laughed, looking to Dinah for confirmation and she just nodded her head in agreement unfazed by the new addition to today’s adventures.
“Yay!” The girl cheered and hopped in between us, bouncing on her feet, excitedly as Dinah and I shared a look of amusement at her enthusiasm then followed her as she bounded off down the hall and out to the courtyard into the Miami sun.
“So, flower girl?” Dinah started mischievously, “Do you often buy random girls you don’t know flowers and leave them mysteriously outside their doors?”
“I try to do good things. It creates good karma and stops bad things from happening.” The new girl explained simply as if it made all the sense in the world.
“So, you’re Buddhist?” Dinah asked.
“I- um…” the girl scrunched up her face in frustration? Or concentration? I wasn’t sure, but she looked like she was thinking hard at Dinah’s question, which I wouldn’t have said was particularly hard. “I don’t know…” she whispered to herself, “I don’t know what that means.” She told Dinah through gritted teeth whilst looking down at the paved floor, with her whole demeanour changing into a more intimidating one.
“Oh, right…” I started not really sure what was going on or if she was joking, because what college student didn’t know what Buddhism was? “It’s a religion. Are you from here?” I asked seeing as that was the most logical explanation as to why she might not understand what we were referring to. Plus, she looked and sounded like she could be of some Latin descent, judging from her accent and features.
“Y-Yes. No. I lived in New York. Born here.” She said, but the same frustration lingered in her voice, making me feel uncomfortable and paranoid because I wasn’t quite sure what I had done to piss her off.
“New York’s cool!” Dinah spoke loudly, “I’ve always wanted to live there.” Dinah spoke making the other girl wince.
“Um- I should go.” The girl spoke, getting ready to speed off as Dinah and I shared yet another confused look. This girl was so excited moments ago.
“Wait! What’s your name first?” I asked, because I still knew very little about her, except her room number and what she had just told me.
“Lauren. I go now, bye.” She spoke rising off waving and pulling out a pair of massive headphones and placing them on her head as she walked away into the sea of people.
“Well that was weird.” Dinah said and I agreed, but didn’t say anything until I remembered what I was thinking before we met Lauren.
“Let’s go check our door and than we can grab something to eat. I still haven’t eaten breakfast.” I said in a jumble of sentences in an effort to hide my obsession, because as much as I adored Dinah, she always made me feel bad and annoying about doing what I had to do. OCD wasn’t just annoying for her, it was annoying for me to and I wished that I could just go a minute without and anxiety, compulsive thoughts or obsessions. Unfortunately life had handed me the short straw.
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*Lauren’s POV*
I rushed back to my room as quickly as possible, but that was really hard because I kept getting lost and frustrated because I couldn’t concentrate, which only proceeded to make me fell tireder and cause the headache in my brain to increase further. The ear defenders had helped, but my eyes were hurting and I was tired and I just wanted to sleep. But i couldn’t because the moment I got into bed my phone went off and I knew I couldn’t ignore it because it was my mum and she’d get worried and make me come home if I didn’t.
“Hi mom.” I said taking off my ear defenders and squeezing my eyes shut to filter out the pain her loud words would cause as I put on my best happy voice.
“Hi Lauren, sweetie. How are you? How’s your room? Did you find your classes alright?” She bombarded me with questions even though we had spoken about this before, even my doctor had told her.
“Mom please? One question at a time.” I complained, holding a hand to my front left brain as I rolled over onto my side and curled up into the fetus position.
“Sorry Darling.” She spoke softly. “How are you feeling?”
“Great, tanks. I really love it here, mom.” I put on my best impression of the happiest version of myself, because I liked that version and so did everyone else. They liked me when I was easy to deal with and submissive. Lucy liked that, she liked controlling me. Sometimes I missed it and I know I shouldn’t, because it was bad. She was bad, but I-. My head was starting to hurt to much to comprehend simple thoughts.
“That’s really good Lauren.” My mom spoke and I pulled the phone away from my ear slightly. Enough so I could hear her, but far away enough that she didn’t sound to loud for my brain. “Have you made any new friends yet? Please be careful and don’t trust people so easily.” She pleaded. She was always so skeptical or people, but I believed everyone was good at heart. Just sometimes you have to dig a little deeper to find it.
“Yes! I have! I made two. They live downstairs from me.” I informed her happily. I liked making new friends. I didn’t have any because of Lucy.
The more I was beginning to think of her, the more my brain was starting to hurt and by this point it was getting unbearable. “Hey mom? I love you and everything, but I really have to go.” I told her dropping the phone onto the pillow and waiting for a reply before I hung up.
“Okay mija, I’ll talk to you later. Goodbye? I love you and look after yourself, you’re not as resilient as everyone else.” She reminded me, because I was 'different’.
“Okay mom, bye.” And with that I hung up, feeling really angry at her for treating me different. I wanted to get up and throw something but my head hurt and my body was to tired, so instead I let my eye lids drift, shut as my head welcomed the silence and I fell into a deep slumber. Praying that when I woke up I would be normal and not have a brain injury.
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