none do you hear

“No. All we’re doing is to stop more men being infected. There isn’t a bloody thing I can do for the ones who already have it.”
“Indeed.” He stooped and picked up one of my hands. Surprised, I let him have it. He ran a thumb lightly over the blister where I had burned myself scalding milk, and touched my knuckles, reddened and cracked from the constant immersion in alcohol.
“You would appear to have been very active, Madame, for someone who is doing nothing,” he said dryly.
“Of course I’m doing something!” I snapped, yanking my hand back. “It doesn’t do any good!”
“I’m sure—” he began.
“It doesn’t!” I slammed my fist on the gun, the noiseless blow seeming to symbolize the pain-filled futility of the day. “Do you know how many men I lost today? Twenty-three! I’ve been on my feet since dawn, elbow-deep in filth and vomit and my clothes stuck to me, and none of it’s been any good! I couldn’t help! Do you hear me? I couldn’t help!”
His face was turned away, in shadow, but his shoulders were stiff.
“I hear you,” he said quietly. “You shame me, Madam. I had kept to my cabin at the Captain’s orders, but I had no idea that the circumstances were such as you describe, or I assure you that I should have come to help, in spite of them.”
“Why?” I said blankly. “It isn’t your job.”
“Is it yours?” He swung around to face me, and I saw that he was handsome, in his late thirties, perhaps, with sensitive, fine-cut features, and large blue eyes, open in astonishment.
“Yes,” I said.
He studied my face for a moment, and his own expression changed, fading from surprise to thoughtfulness.
“I see.”
“No, you don’t, but it doesn’t matter.” I pressed my fingertips hard against my brow, in the spot Mr. Willoughby had shown me, to relieve headache. “If the Captain means you to keep to your cabin, then you likely should. There are enough hands to help in the sickbay; it’s just that…nothing helps,” I ended, dropping my hands.
He walked over to the rail, a few feet away from me, and stood looking out over the expanse of dark water, sparked here and there as a random wave caught the starlight.
“I do see,” he repeated, as though talking to the waves. “I had thought your distress due only to a woman’s natural compassion, but I see it is something quite different.” He paused, hands gripping the rail, an indistinct figure in the starlight.
“I have been a soldier, an officer,” he said. “I know what it is, to hold men’s lives in your hand— and to lose them.”
I was quiet, and so was he. The usual shipboard sounds went on in the distance, muted by night and the lack of men to make them. At last he sighed and turned toward me again.
“What it comes to, I think, is the knowledge that you are not God.” He paused, then added, softly, “And the very real regret that you cannot be.”
I sighed, feeling some of the tension drain out of me. The cool wind lifted the weight of my hair from my neck, and the curling ends drifted across my face, gentle as a touch.
“Yes,” I said.
He hesitated a moment, as though not knowing what to say next, then bent, picked up my hand, and kissed it, very simply, without affectation.
“Good night, Mrs. Malcolm,” he said, and turned away, the sound of his footsteps loud on the deck.
Diana Gabaldon

—¡No! —Descargué el puño en el cañón—. ¿Sabéis cuántos hombres he perdido hoy? ¡Veintitrés! Estoy en pie desde el alba, hundida hasta los codos en mugre y estiércol, con la ropa pegada al cuerpo. ¡Y no sirve de nada! ¡No he podido ayudar! ¿Me oís? ¡No he podido ayudar! —Os oigo —dijo en voz baja—. Me avergonzáis, señora. Me he quedado en el camarote por órdenes del capitán pero no tenía ni idea de las circunstancias que describís. De lo contrario os aseguro que habría salido a ayudar. —¿Por qué? No tenéis ninguna obligación. —¿Y vos sí? —Se dio la vuelta y me miró a la cara. Entonces vi que era un hombre apuesto, de unos treinta y ocho años, de facciones bien delineadas y grandes ojos azules dilatados por el asombro. —Sí—dije. —Comprendo. —No, no comprendéis, pero no importa. —Me presioné con fuerza la frente con la punta de los dedos, en el sitio que el señor Willoughby me había indicado para aliviar el dolor de cabeza—. Si el capitán quiere que permanezcáis en vuestro camarote, deberíais hacerlo. Tengo suficientes hombres para que me ayuden con los enfermos. Sólo que… no hay remedio —concluí dejando caer las manos. —Comprendo —repitió como si hablara con las olas—. Supuse que vuestra aflicción se debía sólo a la compasión natural de las mujeres pero veo que se trata de algo muy diferente. —Hizo una pausa—. He sido oficial del ejército. Sé lo que significa tener vidas humanas en las manos… y perderlas. Se hizo un silencio. —Todo se reduce a reconocer que uno no es Dios —añadió con suavidad—. Y a lamentar no poder serlo.
—Sí —confirmé. Vaciló como si no supiera qué decir y me cogió la mano para besármela con sencillez. —Buenas noches, señora Malcolm —dijo. Se alejó haciendo resonar sus pasos en la cubierta.
Diana Gabaldon

Enhanced 2x08 Fox’s Lair Scene

got caught up.

(steve harrington x reader)

Request: could you do a drabble for steve and the reader based of the “call me” prompt pls? ty in advance 

(prompt is: Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character asking for another)

summary: reader is getting fed up with steve acting weird and distant. things come to a head. 

word count: 1,836

a/n: I cranked this out in under an hour and fifteen minutes, so I’m kind of proud of myself for this one. Let me know your thoughts! 

The last thing that you expected to hear on a Saturday morning was the sound of Steve Harrington at your front door. A prickle of annoyance flickered through you at the realization that you could recognize the timbre in his voice. Christ, that was a little pathetic.

You lingered in the hallway, straining to catch anything that he was saying to your mom.

“Oh, well thank you, ma’am. Y/N and I are actually supposed to work on a project, and I’ve been slacking off a bit. So the plan was to work on it at the library. Is Y/N home, by any chance?” He was laying the charm on nice and thick, and what was worse, your mother was eating it all up. She let out a soft laugh and you rolled your eyes.

“Well, I believe so. She’s probably downstairs, you can head down that hall, and it’ll be the first door on your right.”

You stepped out into the living room just as Steve stepped inside. His eyes landed on you, widening a little as he opened his mouth.

“Y/N, hey. We talked about working on the - “

“The English Lit project, yeah. Do you mind if I go, Ma? We shouldn’t be too late,” you said, glancing between her and Steve. She didn’t suspect that a single thing was off, and waved her hand towards Steve.

“Just be back by six. I’d like to eat dinner at a normal time for once.” You had to use everything in you to not roll your eyes at her words, but by some miracle, you didn’t. Instead, you just snagged your jacket from the closet and walked past Steve, listening as he offered your mother a quick goodbye, to which she yelled something about joining them for dinner.

“Don’t even think about coming to dinner, asswipe,” you hissed under your breath, scowling now that your mother couldn’t see your face. Steve let out a sigh as you got to his car, whipping the door open and slamming it shut once you were in. It was silent for a couple of seconds as Steve rounded the car to the driver’s side. That lasted up until he climbed in, and turned the engine on.

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Request: could you please write a siriusxreader where he and james have the habit to take the cloak and stay up late in the commom room making bets about the couples making out and one night they caught their best friend, the reader, making out with a guy and she heard them and leave with the guy to her dorm and sirius stops talking to her and you can finish how you want?

“Guess we’ll have a boring night.” – Sirius said, sitting under the invisibility cloak with James. – “I can’t believe there’s not a single…” – But he stopped suddenly, when the portrait hole just opened up. He almost jumped up to greet Y/N, but then he saw a guy behind her, hand in hand, leading him into the common room.

“That was close.” – He breathed out as they plopped down on the couch. – “I thought Filch is going to murder us.”

“No, he’d prefer to torture us first, haven’t you heard that from him before?” – She giggled and rolled her eyes.

Rhys leaned closer and put his hand on her thigh. “Well, usually I’m not getting into any troubles… like you.”

“I don’t know what are you talking about.” – She replied with her most innocent face, looking up at him before he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her so passionately and deeply she had to lean back on the couch immediately.

Meanwhile, Sirius’ heart was beating in his ears and felt he could just go and rip the bloke apart – but more and more he saw he just really wanted to leave. He couldn’t watch this anymore. “I want to go.” – He almost jumped up, but James grabbed his arm, pulling him back to the ground just in time, while he was still under the cloak.

“What was that?” – Y/N asked suddenly, breaking the kiss while Rhys rested his hand under her skirt.

“I haven’t heard anything.” – He said quickly, in the attempt to continue what he started. A few seconds later she heard something again – and now she was sure. James and Sirius doing that again.

Anger filled her immediately; she always told them it’s a terrible thing to do, but knowing that her best friends sneaking up on her to…

She jumped up suddenly, taking the boy’s hand. “Come to my dorm. It’s more private there, you know.” – She said loudly, glancing on the corner where she heard the noises before. Rhys shot a half grin at her before they both left.

“It’s nice to actually see you!” – Y/N yelled after she arrived to the Great Hall, sitting down next to Sirius. James looked at her almost scared, knowing she’d easily hex him. – “You really are both huge prats, you know that?”

“Sorry! We didn’t know you had a date.” – James said desperately.

She looked at him across the table with a furious face. “You shouldn’t do this at all! There’s privacy, you know!” – She said loudly, trying to not shout. – “And what if I wouldn’t hear you? Then you just sit there, watching me having sex on the couch with Rhys?”

Sirius shifted in his chair, but still stayed in silence.

“No! We usually leave when that part comes.” – James said in a low voice, causing her to roll her eyes. – “Look, I’m really sorry.”

She sighed, shaking her head before she turned to Sirius. “And you have nothing to say?”

“Not really.” – He answered shortly, now even bothering to look into her eyes before he stood up, grabbed her backpack and left the Great Hall. Y/N was so shocked she couldn’t even speak for a long minute.

“What’s gotten into him?” – She asked James, but he just shrugged, looking at his plate, carefully avoiding her gaze. She shrugged too; she get used to Sirius’ mood swings by now. Besides, she was still angry with the boys for what they did.

But hours passed and he didn’t talk to her. He didn’t even sit next to her at classes, when she asked something he didn’t even hear – or just acted like he haven’t. At the end of the day, after dinner, she stopped him in front of the Fat Lady, not bearing his strange and annoying behaviour anymore.

“Sirius, what is wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” – He said, ready to leave her, but she grabbed his arm.

“Really? Because it seems to me you’re angry with me since this morning. Or yesterday night.”

The memory made him angry immediately. “Well, sorry, it wasn’t a pleasant sight for my eyes to see your sweet Rhys running his hands all over you.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to understand the situation. “Why is that bothering you, actually?”

“It isn’t! I just… I thought you’re not one of those girls.”

Her eyes widened in anger. “One of those girls?! You mean like those girls whom you like so much, right? Those who let you in your bed so easily? Because I don’t remember I’ve ever heard you complain about them.” – Sirius opened his mouth, but she continued quickly. – “And I’ve never complained either about them.”

“That’s completely different! And why would you complain? It’s none of your business.”

Her jaw dropped. “Do you even hear yourself?” Yes, that’s not my business, just as it isn’t yours what I do with other guys!” – She shouted, causing several paintings to hiss at them. – “Or you’re the only one who can sleep around?  Using girls to make yourself better and forget about bad things? To feel yourself not so lonely sometimes?”

As she stopped and Sirius’ eyes darkened, she knew she crossed a line, but before she could’ve said something, he spoke up in a low voice. “Fuck you, Y/N. Oh, I forget somebody already done that.” – He said before he left, stepping through the portrait hole. She went after him, seriously considering to curse or hex him from behind, or at least shouting something to him, but by the time she was inside, Sirius was out of her sight.

She plopped down next to James, tears choking her and face red from the anger. “What happened?” – James asked, eyebrows furrowed.

She took several deep breaths before she could speak without crying. “Your friend angry with me, because… I don’t even know! He’s an idiot.”

James exhaled slowly. “You seriously don’t know why he’s angry with you?”

“Well, he’s because he thinks I slept with Rhys. But other than that… it’s none of his business. He shouldn’t be angry with me because of that!”

“Yes, but… wait, did you say he thinks? So you didn’t… you know.”

Y/N shot an angry look at him. “Not like it matters, but no. I was too angry after I realized you saw me.” – And I like someone else anyway, she thought.

“And what the guy said?”

She shrugged. – “He was furious and left. He was an asshole, actually.”

James adjusted his glasses and sat closer to Y/N. “Listen. You should talk to Sirius.”

“Sure, I will! After he apologized.” – She remembered something then, and after she ran her fingers through her hair, she sighed. – “But that’s probably not going to happen. I said ugly things to him too.”

“I’m sure you can…” – He started, but she cut him off.

“But he started this! It was his fault, right?”

“Talk to him.” – James said slowly.

“After he apologized.” – Y/N said again, leaving her friend on the common room who rolled his eyes at her. She knew, very well that Sirius too proud and stubborn to say sorry first. The only problem is that she was the same.

And they managed to spend four days without talking each other. It was only sarcastic comments or judging looks and short, sad glances when the other hasn’t noticed.

Until they went to Hogsmeade together and the other left them alone at a table; James, Remus and Peter went to another round of butterbeer while Lily and Marlene went to the loo, but curiously, none of them returned.

After ten minutes of awkward silence Sirius emptied his glass and jumped up. “I go and kill them.”

But Y/N grabbed his arm. “Can’t we talk?” – She had no idea why she said this, maybe the firewhisky, maybe the last four days were too much without him, but she wanted to talk. Sirius looked down at her for a long moment before he slowly sat back down, said nothing, but watching her carefully. – “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said… what I said.”

He just nodded slowly, so she quickly folded her arms and raised her voice. – “But I’m still angry with you, you know. You were…”

“An asshole, yes, I know.” – He leaned back on his chair and took a deep breath. – “I’m sorry for sneaking up on you and for everything I said after that. I… it’s really not my business what are you doing.” – He only looked into her eyes at the end, and she could see the honest regret and sadness in the depth of his pupils. But she only nodded as well.

“So are you and Robbie or Rick or something still dating?” – Sirius asked, avoiding he gaze again, looking into his empty glass.

She sighed. “No. We haven’t… nothing happened.”

“Oh.” – He said in surprise. – “Why? I mean… only if you wanna talk about it.” – He added quickly, seeing a flick of anger on her again.

She looked into his eyes for a long moment. Mostly because of you, she was thinking, but just shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

“But he didn’t hurt you, did he? I just learnt a new hex and I’d gladly test on him.”

She laughed. “There’s no need for that.”

Seeing her laughing reminded him why he was so furious on that night in the common room. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine. But I still don’t understand why you were so angry with me.”

“Because…” – He stopped for a second, thinking about if he should lie or not, but the words escaped him before he could’ve think through properly. – “I like you.”

She raised her eyebrows. – “Well, I hoped that after long years of friendship you like me.”

And there was the perfect excuse; he could lie so easily, but this time he wasn’t able to do it. – “No, I mean… it’s a bit more than friendship… for my part. Or a lot more than that.”

Her lips parted and looked at him shocked before a short laugh burst out from her. “Are you serious?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I am Sirius, Y/N, but we talked about this.”

Her face was still amused, but her voice was low. “Why haven’t you… you know, asked me out?”

“Would you have said yes?” – He asked in disbelief.  

“Yes.” – She laughed again, seeing his shocked reaction.

Sirius tilted his head back and growled before he looked back at her, staring for a few seconds. She was still grinning, and it made him smile too. “So, now that we cleared that we were both blinds and idiots, will you go out with me?”

She pouted, which turned into a smile soon. “I don’t know, you just called me an idiot.” – Sirius let out a tired sigh, so she continued. – “Of course I’ll go out with you, you dolt.”

Y/N could see a strange expression on his face, though it wasn’t bad, it was some kind of wonder. He sat closer to her and turned his voice down. “Can I kiss you?” – Her eyes widened after the question and fell silence. – “What? I mean, it’s okay if not…”

“No, just, I’d never in my wildest dream thought you’re the type who ask this question.”

“You see, me neither.” – He said, leaning closer with every sentence. – “I don’t think I’ve ever asked this.”

She giggled once more before closed the gap between them, pressing a soft and slow kiss on his lips.


The huntress in the forest

Feysand fanfiction:

AU: Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian are sent to the mortal realm to hunt an animal to bring back a trophy to the Illyrians. But when they finally find an animal in the seemingly abandoned mortal realm, a young huntress steps in and takes their kill. Furious and curious, the three follow the lone huntress, the future High Lord seems a little more curious than his two friends though.

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Stiles Smut~ The Bet

Word Count~ 3165
Rating~ NSFW
Warnings~ Teasing, Safe Sex, Handcuffs, Dirty Talk
Pairings~ Stiles x Female!Reader
A/N~ HEYYY! We hit 1k WOOOOO~! Just wanted to say thank you for what you guys have done. I love you all so very much. Tumblr is great WOOP WOOP!
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Request~ Anonymous said:
Can you do a stiles imagine where you do a bet seeing who can last the longest without sex. You try teasing him and eventually he gives in and smut at the end?

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kinda imagined pietro in a different way for this one.

LOST ON YOU / Part 1

72. Want to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch.
78. I’m sorry, you must be at least level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory.

Here you go! :) 

Part 2 here

One of the most painful things one can experience is looking at someone they love destroying themselves.

You knew Pietro before the tragedy with his parents, but unlike Wanda, he didn’t find a way to escape his past, so he created a new identity for himself.
Sex, money, drugs,alcohol, gambling. This was his life now. He was desperately trying to wipe away any trace from his tragic past, no matter the cost.

He wanted it and he wanted it all. If he was going to be bad, he was to be the worst of them all. A new girl every night, the whiskey never leaving his bed night stand. Getting high all day, having sex all night. That was his new way of living and he was loving every part of it. 

And every time you tried to talk to him about it, he would spit some sarcastic reply like “ I’m sorry, you must be at least level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory.

You were sitting across him on the red sofa in his hotel room. Piles of clothes covering the chairs, bottles of alcohol rolling on the floor, the air reeked of weed, and he was laying there on the messed up bed, his head tilted back , a cigarette in his hand.

Breathing out some smoke, he took another big sip from the bottle of vodka in his hand. His eyes were bloodshot red, from all the sleepless nights. His body was exhausted, but he didn’t care. 

“Pass me the lighter”- he said in a low, dragged, demanding voice. You didn’t answer, just did as you were told. You moved slowly and lifelessly handled him the lighter.

He looked at you with a nonchalant expression on his face and snatched the lighter from your hands.”What’s the matter with you.” - he asked, but you didn’t think he did it because he cared, but just because he was never the one too fond of silence.

Lighting a new cigarette, he inhaled deeply and then looked at you expectingly with a brow raised. “I hate the person you’ve become that’s the matter with me”- even though your voice was calm, it was very stern. All he did was show a very unimpressed face and take another smoke from his cigarette.

“Life isn’t a fairytale baby. People change. You’ve got to except it.” - he sounded so sure in his words, as if he just told you the ultimate truth in life, but you weren’t buying none of his crap.

“A fairytale? Do you want to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch! You think you sound very smart and witty with your stupid sarcastic remarks? Well you don’t, because what you’re doing is not smart and you can’t change it with ignorant behaviour and -” - your rant was doing exactly nothing, and seeing how he was looking at you with the same haughty expression, you just stopped talking.

“You done?”- he asked, throwing his still lit cigarette out of the balcony. “If I needed a therapist, I would go and look for one. Same applies for your moral teaching. Ever crossed your mind that I don’t want to be the person you used to know ever again?”- he sounded fully aware of what he was saying, but you didn’t want to believe it! You weren’t going to give up on him!

“No! I don’t belive you! You’re just saying it to make me shut up, I don’t believe the person I’ve been loving for so long is gone! It’s not true!”- your anger was unleashed like a tornado and you were now on the verge of tears. For the first time in so long you saw a glimpse of emotion in his eyes, but he wasn’t going to reveal it.

“You have to let it go.”- he told you voice clear, but with confusion written on his face. You just shook your head, whispering ‘No.’ over and over again, tear rolling down your cheek.

Every moment was agony. Your heart was breaking, as you saw him walk in your direction, thinking he was headed for the door behind you, but instead he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you.

He kissed you deeply, like he ment it, like he was showing you his true self once again. He pulled you closer, roughly, by your hips and pulled your blouse down from the shoulders - ripping it’s buttons.

He could feel how wet your cheeks were. His kisses were primal and raw, biting yor lips and gripping your sides strongly. You had no idea what was going on. Brainwashed and so confused, that’s what you felt like, and so did he. He was desperate. 

Desperate for you, desperate, because he hated the way you made him feel; desperate, because he hated seeing you in pain because of his mistakes; desperate, because he had lost his way, but he didn’t want to find it again; desperate, for he was trapped in this new reality he created and because he was too selfish to let you go and tell you to leave.

“I can’t.”- he growled and let go of you, putting his hands behind his neck, breathing heavily. “I can’t! That’s not me anymore! And you’re not obliged to stay.”- his heart was beating wildly in his chest, so fast he thought it’d stop.

“You can go.”- he told you, eyes focused on yours. The air felt thick and unbreathable. Your mouth was dry. Silence took over.

“I curse you for not having the will to fix yourself from your miserable state.”- the sound of your voice was devastating, there was no emotion on your face, but there was life in your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. I will face the day you change again.”

“I’m staying.”

Avengers Chatroom: Whose Side Are You On?

Requested by @ashby943

Pairings: Steve x f!reader

Scenario: Look out, it’s James “Mr steal your girl” Barnes.

Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has invited Nat, Wanda, Tony, Thor, Vision.

Y/N: Hey

Y/N: Let’s say, hypothetically, that I wasn’t paying attention during the mission briefing (blame Steve and his too tight shirts), is anyone willing to give me notes on the mission?

Y/N: Guys this is important. Steve is questioning me on the mission





Y/N: So ya’ll just gonna let me go down like this?

Ollie’s Olives has joined the chat.

Ollie’s Olives: Hi Ma’am, what can I get you today?

Y/N: I think you have you wrong Chat…?

Ollie’s Olives: No. May I take your order?

Y/N: You do realize that this isn’t a restaurant… right?

Ollie’s Olives: I am trying a different approach to get more customers. Our delivery is free.

Y/N: What’s on the menu?

Ollie’s Olives: Olives.

Y/N: I should’ve guessed.

Ollie’s Olives: Fried olives, pickled olives, olive salad, sauteed olives, olive burger, olive tapenade, olive frittata, olive bites. I specialize in all things olive.

Y/N: I can see that… I’m not really hungry.

Ollie’s Olives: I will give you a discount.

Y/N: Maybe another time.

Ollie’s Olives: Please

Ollie’s Olives: My mother was murdered right in front of me by a friend that was supposed to be dead

Ollie’s Olives: My sister is actually the daughter of the man who has tried to kill me. She has anger issues now.

Ollie’s Olives: My close friend and ex girlfriend was also murdered in front of me thanks to said man.

Ollie’s Olives: My son that I didn’t know about was kidnapped

Ollie’s Olives: My fiancee was shot because of me. She couldn’t walk afterwards. But when she did eventually walk she took her first steps out of my life.

Ollie’s Olives: I’ve been attacked countless times by criminals

Ollie’s Olives: I was stranded on an island for years

Ollie’s Olives: My family, once wealthy, has lost everything.

Ollie’s Olives: Please buy some olives.

Y/N: Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Sure I’ll take a dozen of everything!

Ollie’s Olives: Payment will open in another window. Thank you. SO MUCH.

Ollie’s Olives has left the chat.

Tony: Why did you use my credit card to buy so many olives?!?!

Y/N: Because you’re rich. I hope you like olives.

Tony: I DON’T.

Y/N: Well maybe you should have helped me out earlier on!



Wanda: Everyone calm down, please. Y/N I will explain the mission to you. Pietro was using my phone so I couldn’t reply. Also Pietro said he will try some of the olives.

Y/N: At least someone appreciates my gesture of buying olives!


Steve has joined the chat.

Steve: Tony stop annoying my girlfriend.


Steve has added Bucky.

Y/N: Hey, Bucky.

Bucky: Hi Doll :)

Steve: Oh Y/N, before I forget. Do you still want to go to that new restaurant tonight?

Y/N: Yes! I heard they make the best pizza ever.

Bucky: Cool, I’m in.

Steve: Buck… This is kind of a date between Y/N and I…

Bucky: I like pizza.

Y/N: This will be great! The three of us! Just like old times.

Tony has added Bruce, Sam, T’Challa.

Tony: Look at this. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. You see it too?

Sam: Someone is a little green, and it’s not Bruce.

T’Challa: No shame.

Bucky: I heard hand holding helps with PTSD.

Bucky: Y/N we should hold hands.

Nat: That’s not true.

Wanda: Where the hell did you hear that?

Sam: That’s a pretty good line. I’m going to use it.

Steve: Why can’t I hold your hand if it “helps with PTSD”?

Bucky: Y/N has softer hands.

Steve: But what if I want to hold her hand?

Y/N: Then I’ll hold both of your hands…? My best friend and my boyfriend!

T’Challa: … oh my.

Thor: I am uncomfortable. Someone put a stop to this.

Steve: But… I want to be the only one to hold your hand, Y/N. Sorry Buck. Maybe you can hold Sam’s hand.

Sam: Hell no.

Y/N: Hey maybe we can go for a movie after dinner?

Bucky: I am sure Steve won’t be able to understand so he can go home after and we can go for the movie.

Steve: I will understand!

Nat: Bucky why don’t you give Y/N and Steve some space?

Bucky: I do give them space! What’s wrong with friends hanging out?

Nat: Nothing… except when one is third wheeling.

Bucky: I am not!

Steve: You are.

Y/N: No, Bucky isn’t!

Bucky: SEE!

Tony: Ugh.

Steve: So… What movie do you want to watch with Y/N and I, Buck?

Bucky: Never mind.

Steve: Don’t be like that.

Bucky: No it’s fine. It’s not like you get to spend 24/7 with her.

Steve: We live together. She’s MY girlfriend.

Bucky: She’s MY best friend.

Y/N: Do you want to move in with us, Bucky? That would be so much fun! We could spend more time together!

Steve: Uh, no! Can’t you see what he’s doing?!

Y/N: No?

Bucky: It’s fine Y/N.

Y/N: I’m sorry if I haven’t spent enough time with you Buck. I’ll make it up to you!

Nat: You know Y/N, I trained you myself. You’re one of the best agents there is. You’re able to read into situations and pick out tiny details and piece them together… So why can’t you see that Bucky is jealous?

Bucky: I am not jealous!

Sam: Exactly what a jealous person would say.

Y/N: No he isn’t! That’s crazy.

Thor: Mayhap Lady Y/N is in denial.

T’Challa: And so is Barnes.

Tony: Well I think Y/N and Barnes should just get together.

Wanda: No! Y/N loves Steve!

Vision: Barnes is more fun however.

Nat: Steve is more of a gentleman!

Y/N: Actually…

Bruce: Please don’t finish that. What happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom.

Y/N: Well…

Bruce: Goodbye.

Bruce has left the chat.


Tony: Barnes, go get the girl.

Sam: No. Y/N and Steve are soulmates.

Steve: Can everyone stop discussing this?!

Bucky: No, continue. I’d like to know what they have to say.

Y/N: Why do you want me to be with Bucky? I’m with Steve and Bucky doesn’t like me in that way!

T’Challa: You’d be surprised.

Y/N: I have to go, someone thought it would be funny to use their telekinesis and float white sheets around AGAIN.

Steve: Be safe, I love you.

Bucky: Be extra safe, I love you MORE.

Y/N has left the chat.

Steve: You love her MORE?

Bucky: What? She’s my best friend. Nothing wrong with that.





Vision: I too am Team Bucky, but is there a need for violence?

Thor: How else will this be settled? Team Steven!



Vision has left the chat.

Thor has left the chat.

Tony has added Peter, Scott.




Nat has added Clint.

Nat: Who is better for Y/N? Steve or Bucky?!

Clint: Bucky! He lets me pull pranks unlike Steve!

T’Challa: You are atrocious, Clint. Steve is far superior.

Clint: Oh you know my name? I thought you didn’t care!

T’Challa: Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t.



T’Challa has left the chat.

Clint has left the chat.

Steve: This is getting out of hand. All of you, cut it out!


Peter: But Bucky has beautiful eyes!


Bucky: Okay this is getting creepy now. Stop.


Scott has left the chat.


Peter has left the chat.

Nat: Tony where are you?

Tony: Why…?

Wanda: He’s in the kitchen.

Nat has left the chat.

Tony has left the chat.

Wanda: If you hear screaming, don’t worry. It’s just Tony.

Wanda has left the chat.

Bucky: Steve, I’m sorry for how I was acting. It’s just going to take me some time to get used to.. you know.

Steve: It’s okay Buck. I understand.

Sam: It’s good that you two are fine with each other but what about everyone else? They are fighting each other. I ALMOST GOT HIT ON THE HEAD BECAUSE I WAS IN THE WAY!

Steve: Oh it’s dinner time. Ready Buck? We’ll pick Y/N up on the way.

Sam: You two can’t just leave! It’s chaos! Stop them!

Bucky: I am starving. Let’s go punk.

Steve: After you, jerk.


Bucky has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.


Sam has left the chat.

I Can’t Lose You

“Kara’s greatest fear is about losing losing Alex, not the Mon-El crap.” prompt from @crimson-archangel

It takes her a while to realize it. 

It takes her a while – an a handful of full-blown panic attacks – to realize that her panic is about her own traumas, her own losses.

But also, her panic is about what she almost lost.

Who she almost lost.

Because she hasn’t had time to think about it.

To think about Alex.

Because Alex’s lungs filled with water – Kara’s fault, Kara’s fault, Kara’s fault – and then there was an invasion and then there was the fallout and then there were these… panic attacks.

Then there was this fear.

So it takes her a while to realize that it is about her pod, and it is about her planet.

But it’s also about Alex.

Because Kara is no longer the only Danvers sister to almost lose everything in a confined space with no way out.

Kara is no longer the only Danvers sister to almost drown in the silence, to almost break her fists trying in vain to get out, to feel something other than the nothingness, the impending death, the inevitable agony that will precede it.

And it’s all Kara’s fault.

It takes her a while to realize that, in her flashes of Psi-induced panic, she’s not the one completely trapped and alone in her pod.

It’s Alex.

She only realizes as Alex rushes to her, runs to her, drops to her knees to comfort her, to tell her she’s there, that she’s okay, as she can feel Alex’s body heat.

A horrible and blessed contrast to how frozen and clammy she had been when Kara had broken her out of that damned tank.

“It’s you in the pod, not me,” she weeps, her voice not nearly as broken as her spirit.

“Me?” Alex asks, her hand on Kara’s shoulder, her eyes glued to her face.

“I almost killed you. With Rick. I almost killed you, that was me.”

“No,” Alex tries to interrupt, but Kara isn’t having it.

“You almost died. When I saved those people when we were kids, he figured it out.”

“Kara – “

“And Maggie told me, she told me to take things slow, to think things through, but I just… and the water, all that water, and you – “

“Hey, hey, Kara, listen to me,” Alex tells her, her jaw slack with shock, with pain. “Look at me, hey.”

Kara’s face is scrunched from the tears, from the agony, and Alex fights to keep hers clear.

“Kara, look at me, okay? I’m here. I’m here, and none of what happened – none of it, do you hear me? – none of it was your fault. Okay? I promise. None of that was your fault. And Krypton wasn’t your fault. There’s no shame in surviving, Kara.” Alex’s voice cracks, and that, more than anything, eases Kara’s breathing. But not by much.

“But you – “ she tries to protest.

“I’m alive. I’m here. You saved me, remember? You saved me. You did that. I’m alive, because of you. You saved me.”

“I saved you?” Kara asks, her voice high, broken, destroyed, unhinged. Hopeful.

“Yeah,” Alex breathes, trying to smile for her little sister.

Kara closes her eyes, forcing herself to feel Alex’s presence. To hear her heartbeat. Forcing herself to breathe.

“Alex,” she chokes, because she needs Alex’s faith.

More than her suit. More than her cape.

She needs Alex’s faith more than anything.

And Alex knows. She always has, and she always will.

“Go get her,” Alex braces her, and Kara knows, now, that she can.


Suddenly several dark silhuettes appeared in the hall. Nuns from The Abbey in North.

“What’s happening? Who are you?” Prince Henry asked when they approached his Highness.

“We are here for the Princess. She is to leave with us on the next ship to the Abbey. King’s order.” A nun proclaimed.

“The Abbey? She is not going anywhere, do you hear me? I have heard none of this from my father!” Henry yelled in anger. He would not let them take her away.

“You’re not as dangerous as you’d like me to believe. How could I have ever thought so?”

“You won’t be able to hear it if you do not listen.”

“None of that was rational, I’ll have you know.”

“Of course I had to drag you along for the ride. Trouble’s not fun to face alone.”

“If you made a better argument, I wouldn’t win all the time.”

“I don’t have to be looking to know what you’re doing back there.”

Johnny - The first time

Mature content ahead


Word count: 2.3k


I sighed, and looked out the window. Another relationship ruined. All because of three stupid things. Me, myself and I. For some reason, everytime the subject came up, I always found a way out of the awkward subject. And what kind of subject is that you may ask. 

My virginity.

A 21 year old who is still a virgin. How often do you hear about them? Apparently none of my previous boyfriends had, and when I told them that I wanted to wait for the right time, they either said it was stupid, or that they didn’t want to wait for me to become ready.

And I just made that mistake again, to date an asshole, who only saw me as something to fuck and not love. And it wasn’t even like I was begging or expecting for him to love me all day everyday, but a girl needs someone to hold her and make her feel loved once in a while. And apparently none of the boyfriends that I have, had done that.

Right now there were only one guy still in my life. Johnny. My childhood best friend. The only person who could make laugh so hard I almost peed myself, and make me so mad I wanted to knock him out at the same time. And no, it wasn’t like I loved him, or even liked him like ‘that’, we were just really close. So close, that sometimes people mistakes us for a couple.

A knock on my window, made me wake up from my thoughts. I furrowed my eyebrows, and went over to check what it was. I looked out the window, and found two eyes staring right back at me. “Johnny?” I mumbled confused, even though I wasn’t even surprised that he was here.

Johnny lived in the apartment building right next to me, with some of his friends from school. “Surprised to see me?” he asked with a grin hanging from his lips. I shook my head and laughed slightly. “Not really” I said, and threw my legs out of the window, for them to rest there. Johnny sighed. It was almost like he knew what had happened, since he came at the right time.

“Weren’t you supposed to have a guy over tonight?” He asked without much emotions in his voice. I nodded. “ Yeah..” I mumbled, even though I knew he heard me. “I was.” I looked over at him, and saw he was resting his head on his hand. He looked me with an expression mixed with pity and anger. “And did he just run off like the others already have?” he asked me, with harsh but soothing voice. I looked at him, my eyes starting to tear up. He looked at me and immediately knew the answer.

“Fucking asshole” Johnny said, while gritting his teeth. I looked at him, with tired and angry eyes. “It doesn’t even matter” I said sniffling and drying my eyes, angrily. “Don’t worry Y/N, it will happen soon-“ he said, but I cut him off. “Oh my god Johnny just shut up.” I said annoyed and looked away from him. “You don’t understand, and you never will. You can have every girl on this entire planet if you wanted, but why does everyone keep running away from me?” I asked and couldn’t help the tears falling from my eyes. It wasn’t a lie. Johnny was extremely popular with girls, I knew for a fact that Johnny had slept with more than a couple of girls. He wasn’t a fuckboy, no, Johnny was way too much of a gentleman to just fuck girls left and right. He just had a very hard time saying no to girls (especially sex), and because of that, he sometimes ended up being screwed over too.

“Y/N please don’t cry. All the guys you have dated are just assholes, who can’t see how amazing you actually are” he said truthfully. But he just couldn’t see my problem. I let out a frustrated sigh, and wiped my tears. “Don’t you see it Johnny. Even though you say that It’s never going to happen. I’m never going to meet a guy who I’m so comfortable with, that I can give him my virginity” I said, as my tears kept falling. Johnny looked like he was thinking about something and then looked at me. “How ‘comfortable’ do you need to be with guy, before you can have sex with him?” he asked me, looking me in the eyes, with a generally concerned and curious look. I looked at him and thought about it for some time. I didn’t actually know the answer, I mean, how do you define being comfortable with someone?

I looked at Johnny again and shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. As long as he makes me feel loved and important, then I don’t really think I have a problem” I said truthfully. He looked at me and smiled sweetly, looking pleased with my answer. A long comfortable silence passed, and Johnny said something again.

“Can I come over?” he said, already getting up. I just nodded, knowing that if I would have said no, he would still be coming over. Not long after, I heard someone knocking on my door. Quickly I ran down and opened it, to see Johnny in his pyjamas. He stood towering over me, before giving me a hug. It felt good to be held by someone. I quickly hugged him back. We stood there for a minute, before Johnny asked me if I wanted to go to my bedroom. I nodded, and went into my room with him.

I closed the door behind me, and looked at Johnny who was sitting on my bed observing it. I looked at him confused. “What? Is there something unusual on my bed?” I asked, before jumping down on it. He laughed to himself. “No. I was just checking if you lied. But these seems to be made nicely and clean” He said smiling. I threw a pillow at him, but it just made him laugh harder. “You’re such a pervert” a said laying down, with my head resting against a pillow. Johnny looked at me for at second, before laying down next to me.

It wasn’t weird for me and Johnny to be laying down or cuddling on my bed. In fact it would be weird if we didn’t. I noticed the way Johnny looked at me. It wasn’t the usual he gave me, but a new one. He kind of looked in love. You know that look people give each other when there’re in love? Yeah, he was definitely giving me that look right now. I looked back at him, and kept looking at me like that, but he was… blushing?

I looked at him weirdly. “What?” I asked, actually curious about why he was blushing. He just shook his head. “I just imagined something that I shouldn’t have” he said. Now it was my time to blush. Oh my god. What was happening? This wasn’t what me and Johnny was supposed to do. We were supposed to be teasing each other, and calling each other names. This feeling was way to… intense.

But I didn’t stop here. And I’m glad I didn’t. For some reason I really wanted to know what he was talking about. “What did you imagine?” I asked and laid my head on his shoulder. Right when I did that his body tensed up. “Unusual” I thought, but didn’t say anything. He blushed harder. “N-nothing its j-just… no, nevermind” he said while looking away. That just made annoyed. “Since when did you become a softie?” I asked, wrapping my legs around his hips, while cuddling closer to him. “Don’t worry Johnny. Just tell me-“ “How would you feel about having sex with me?” he cut me off, while looking at the ceiling, almost in shame.

A sudden feeling of butterflies erupted in my stomach. I looked at him in doubt, if he was actually serious. But he showed no signs that he was joking. I considered it a bit. Was this the right thing to do? I mean I felt comfortable with Johnny so it probably wouldn’t be that bad of an idea.

I looked at him. “Okay” I said, slowly, and a look of confusion hit his face. “Wait, are you serious?” He asked making me feel stupid for even answering yes. He noticed immediately that he had hurt me, and quickly apologized. “No no, I meant it’s just… Are you sure?” He asked with worry in his voice.

“Better to lose it now than ever. So yes” I said, and looked at Johnny. He smiled at me, and when he noticed that I wasn’t going to make the first move, he slowly positioned himself over me, and went down to kiss my lips. He started to move his lips slowly against mine, almost afraid to break me. One of his hands were next to my head, and the other on my hip. I felt face and secure in his arms. The kiss started to get a bit more intense, and Johnny began kissing down my neck before taking his shirt off. My hands flew down to his torso and felt his muscles, while he was kissing down my neck again.

It started to get hotter, and soon enough Johnny’s hands were feeling up under my shirt on my stomach, anywhere but my boobs. He was afraid to touch me and make me uncomfortable. So I sat up, and pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my almost bare upper body. His eyes went wide, and I could see the tent forming in his pants. I flung my arms around him and put my mouth to his ear. “It’s okay Johnny, you can touch me” I said while guiding his hands up to my chest. He looked surprised, but didn’t hesitate to touch me, where I wanted him the most. I let out a small moan, which apparently turned him on so much, that I could feel his bulge on my inner thigh.

One by one our clothes were slowly discarded, and we were left nothing our underwear. “Are you sure about this? I mean, it’s not too late to back out now” he said, but I told him that I was 100% sure about this. He kissed me down my stomach, all the way down to my panties, and slowly pulled them down my legs. I was soaking. I could feel the way that Johnny also noticed it, and he just smiled. “You look beautiful” he said While discarding his boxers, and laying down above me.  

I smiled at him, and my arms flew behind my back, unclasping my bra. I was now completely naked under my lifetime long best friend, and was about get my virginity taken away by him. For some reason, it didn’t feel weird at all. I was actually happy that this was going to happen, with him and not some random boy, who didn’t love me.

Johnny had put condom on and was lining up at my entrance. He looked me in the eye. “Are you sure about this” he asked, and looked at me. I nodded and said ‘Yes’, while looking him in the eye as well. He started to slowly push in, and boi it felt like I was being ripped open. Tears stung in my eyes, and I could tell that Johnny had a hard time keeping still. He pushed himself fully into me, and tears fell from my eyes. Johnny bend down to kiss them away, and mumbled a ton of “I’m sorry, oh my god I’m so sorry”. We stood still for a couple of seconds, before I told him to move. He began slowly pushing in and out of me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. I bit down on his shoulder, the pain becoming a bit more bearable, but it’s stinging and stretching was still there. I let out a bunch of painful moans.

I knew it was hard for Johnny to stop since I knew he was close, but the sound of my horrible moans, made him feel like the worst person in the whole entire world. Not long after he came, and fell on top of me. We were both breathing hard, and trying to catch our breaths.

“I’m so sorry” Johnny said, looking at me. “Johnny it’s not your fault that it hurt” I said brushing his hair out of his forehead. “I know, but.. I didn’t make you cum” he said, his voice full with shame. I smiled at him. “Johnny it’s not the end of the world at least I-“ he cut me off by kissing down the middle of my chest, down my stomach and then moving onto my thighs. I moaned out in pleasure. “Johnny you don’t have to do this” I said, letting out small moan.

“I know but I want to” he said, and began to kiss me where I needed him the most. I let out a moan again, and wrapped my hands his hair. He began to lick long strokes up and down my womanhood. The pleasure was so amazing that Johnny had to hold my hips down so I didn’t move. Johnny didn’t go easy on me. He saw how much I was enjoying it and, when he heard my moans, there was nothing to hold him back, from giving me the most amazing orgasm of my life. I felt it coming and almost screamed out loud when I came. Johnny licked me clean, and kissed my lips again.

“Thank you” I said smiling and kissing his smiling lips, not knowing what this did to our relationship, but all I know is that I will be happy with all of it.

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No Place I’d Rather Be

Oliver and Felicity grab dinner, set after 5x15.  Also on AO3

Felicity was sitting at her computers staring at the data running past, not that she could read it, the computer was still scanning through the data from the visit to Prometheus’ mother’s house. She heard the elevator doors open and looked up.

“Good you are still here.” Oliver said with a smile on his face.

“Yes, what’s up? PLEASE tell me you have something for me to do? I need to be useful and right now the computers are doing all the work!” Felicity was practically begging.

“Nope. No work. But I thought we could go grab some dinner.”

“I’m not really that hungry Oliver.” Plus, Felicity couldn’t help but think we aren’t the type of people who do that anymore, remember?

“Maybe just a shake? I’ll take you to Big Belly Burger it will be my treat.”

Damn, he was persistent.

“Okay,” she said a little nervously. “It’s not like I’m doing anything.”

“Great! Let’s take my bike. I know you used to love to ride on it.”

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Chapter: Tamna

Originally posted by universe-hugs-me

//Gong Yoo (Kim Shin) x you

Word count: 5,375

Summary: To atone for his sins he is forced to wander the Earth searching for her, before it’s too late.

Prologue: Silla Chapter: Goryeo Chapter: Joseon

Tamna is Jeju Island, it’s an old name, Korean still jokingly use it.
I spent last semester studying there, so I had to pay my kind of tribute to this lovely, albeit quite boring island.

He kept getting the same dream. The same weird, colorless shapes, scarcely illuminated, dancing just behind his closed eyelids. With no sense or pattern to it. And overwhelming, freezing pressure forcing itself upon him, pushing the air out of his lungs, suffocating him, strangling him, terrifying him.

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Not You

Short and sweet(at least I tried) and really not what I expected.

He didn’t meet your eyes. He didn’t look at you. He didn’t say a word.

“Are you fine? What’s it?” You have been chanting the same question over and over again as you watched him torment himself.

The journey from Olympus to Elysium has never been this long. You stood on his golden chariot clutching his arm all the way but no matter how close you try to be to him you seemed to be distant. Your mother’s words still hung in the air between the two of you ringing in your ears and you think his too.

He will never accept that it bothered him or show that it hurt him as much it hurt you but you know it did. The words “cold” and “soulless” were digging in your heart, crawling over your skin as you try to rub it off with his touch but his still arms holding you only made you feel bare.

He stormed into the room ahead of you as you skipped behind him to match his pace begging him to slow down, but to no avail.

Standing at the door as the stillness of the room hit you, you look around. You have missed this room, the darkness and the cool air accompanied by the warmth of his touch as the two of you make this your safe haven away from the rest of the world. But now the silence is deafening and the stillness is burdening. You can hardly make out his silhoutte against the dim light but you don’t need to see the tortured look on his face to know it.

“She didn’t mean it. She just… She’s just upset because I was leaving” you reason out making excuses for your mother, though in the back of your mind you knew that it was all lies and it scared you to think, so did he.

“Love, you know how much she stresses when you come to take me. It was just desperation talking. Don’t take it to heart.” you feel helpless which reflects in your tone.

“I didn’t take it to my heart” he mutters and you sigh. “ ‘Cause I don’t have one, do I?” He chuckled dryly and you can feel your heart crack at the sound of it. Your head shakes denying each word, trying convey it to him how wrong he is.

“No, Harry. Why would you-”

“Because it is the truth, isn’t it? She was saying the truth. A heartless soulless cold demon like me will never know the warmth of love. Can never be in love or give love or be loved-” your freezing hands on his burning cheeks stop his rants as his red rimmed green eyes stare at you. Your heart aches as he blinks and the lack of the usual shine doesn’t help you much.

“You. Are not a demon. Neither are you heartless or soulless.”

His hands covers yours squeezing them as he blinks at you denying your each word with that look. A shaky sigh slips out of you as you desperately try to make him understand, dropping your hand under his hand’s weight to his chest over the faint but very present heart beat. “There. Feel it? Not heartless.”

He shakes his head sniffing disgracingfully as he grasps the hand resting on his chest and you know that this frowning pouting grown up baby God will need a lot more to know his worth.

“Harry” you breath out shaking your head in disbelief looking away from his gloom dulled eyes. You have never met anyone who has been this loving, why would he think otherwise was beyond your knowledge.

“You” you say pushing slightly on his chest, he sways but does not bulge. “You really have no idea how much I love you? Or how much you have made me feel loved?”

He sniffs and you can see the tear forming and become aware of the one wetting your own lashes. “Look, I know you. I know you and you are not what she thinks, or any of them thinks. Do you hear me? None of them know you.”

“And you do?”

You raise your brow at his question, your heart drops. Why would he even? His lip pulls up at a corner as he takes both your hands and hold them in front of you looking down at them. “You know me?”

His voice sends a wave of heat through you as you follow his gaze watching your pale little cold hands cradled in his enormous elegant ones. “You do.” this time he states it.

You sigh in relief as he fiddles with your hand, still not meeting your eyes but there was an assurance in his voice that eased your mind.

“You know, I was scared you’ll runaway from me?”

“Tried, didn’t work.” you joke chuckling a bit but when his eyes dart to you with parted lips you mind slap yourself and bite your lip at the severity.

His eyes softens watching your doe eyes as you look at him guiltily and gives you a small smile to sooth you.

“I thought if you.. if you knew me you’ll runaway. I was scared that if I showed you… Showed you..” he trails off looking for the right word frowning at your intertwined digits.

“Heart?” You suggest lowering your head to unsuccessfully look into his eyes. He snickers at your choice of word but nods.

“Yeah, heart. I thought it’d scare you, yeh know. And” he gulps frowning hard again, still stealing away from you. “I only wanted to… You’re only the one I wanted to, so I, yeh know, i was…” he looks up at you at last hoping that you understood him though he himself didn’t understand him. But your smile compelled him to flash those dimples as the crinkle on his forehead eased.

“You showed me your heart?” You ask holding his face as your thumb press against the dimple. And he nods like an eager kid.

“For your eyes only.”

“And it didn’t scare me away” you declare in delight as the both of you break into sweet laughter looking at each other’s teared stained smiling face.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too, love.”

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Let Me Show You O’ Jaber

Jaber visits Karbala whilst old and blind
Grief grips his heart and sorrow torments his mind
He hears a man digging, who does Jaber find?
Alone weeps Imam Sajjad… By the grave of his father

* * *

He asks Sajjad, O’ Master what happened here?
Why do I find Hussain’s grave wet with your tears?
Why do I hear that heads were carried on spears?
Sajjad takes his hand and weeps… Let me show you O’ Jaber

* * *

He speaks to Jaber and his voice is shaken
Jaber over here the Ansar were taken
And no-one was left to protect the children
Hussain stood crying their names… And none of them would answer

* * *

Over here the women cry, do you hear them?
O’ Jaber here they massacred our Qassim
A young boy and the swords towered over him
With armour too big for him… We brought him to his mother

* * *

A body looks like Mohammed or Ali
Jaber here Ali Akbar was killed thirsty
And within his father’s arms he passed away
Who brought him water at last?… Mohammed and Fatima

* * *

Did Abbas clench your fingers when he was born?
O’ Jaber here I saw the moon’s arms were torn
Yet only when he lost water he would mourn
With no flag and with no arms… I buried the flagbearer

* * *

O’ Jaber don’t ask why I returned in dread
I have returned to return my father’s head
O’ Jaber his grave weeps from the blood he’s bled
When I buried him he cried… Bring to me Ali Asghar

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