#look when i was not aware of jasmin's views on these things

[maxlarens]

i promise i'm writing my max oneshot CURRENTLY but i had to get the sillies out about this really badly. australian spring/summer i love u i love u i love u!!!! also at this point i think the difference between a one shot and drabble on this account is non existent and simply based on vibes. this is only a one shot bcs it feels a bit more coherent i suppose?

LN: australia street

pairing(s): lando norris x piastri!reader, oscar piastri & piastri!reader

word count: 1.3k+

It all feels very familiar, nostalgic even— though you've never been in quite this situation before. With Oscar sure; you always rope your brother into doing things when you're in Australia again. But this is the first time that Lando's joined you.

It's nice, to be home.

Not that it's yours or Oscar's home anymore (that's not true. It always will be, no matter where in the world you jet off to). It's certainly not Lando's. It's hard to put words to the feeling, you just know it's nice.

You're driving, of course, because Oscar and Lando can never decide which of the two of them should drive. So you'd snatched the keys to the Piastri family '96 Holden Commodore and slammed the driver door behind you before either of them could say boo. Lando had snagged the passenger seat in a mad dash that you'd watched play out in the rear-view mirror, while Oscar had complained all the way to the backseat.

"Whered'ya wanna go?", you half turn your head to ask Oscar, checking your blind spot at the same time.

Oscar hums as he thinks. You can feel Lando's eyes burning a hole into the side of your face.

"Do you remember that fish and chips shop—"

You do, "Where Dad used to take us? Yeah, it closed down," then you add, "Besides, Lando hates fish. Jeez, Osc."

"Ah fuck," Oscar groans, "That sucks."

Lando makes a noise, indignant, "I can't believe you forgot. It's my one thing."

Oscar rolls his eyes, "It's not your one thing, Lando. You have plenty of things."

They start to bicker, devolving into an argument that you only understand about half of, about pet peeves and the things the other one does that get on the other’s nerves. You chime in a few times to agree about Oscar’s annoying habits, the things you'd grown up complaining to your Mum about. Quietly to yourself, you decide on a route to an old Italian place you know is still kicking around— they won't mind.

You roll your window down, feel the balmy spring breeze in your hair, on your face. It smells like the bloom of jasmine flowers, of warmth, of the smoke of people BBQ-ing in their backyards. You breathe deeply, absently aware of the petered-out conversation. Oscar dozing in the backseat like he always does. Lando looking out the other window, watching gum trees and bottlebrush on the sides of the road. 'M looking for koala’s he'd said the other day, which had made you laugh. You'd been tempted to tell him about drop bears, but you're sure that Daniel had already warned him of the dangers.

"Do you miss it here?", Lando asks suddenly.

"Mm," you affirm, "I do."

"A lot?"

You shrug at the question, not sure why he's pressing it, "Sure, Lan."

"Then why do you travel with Oscar?", you spare a glance at him, he's fiddling with a bracelet on his wrist, the one you'd made him that matched the one you'd made Oscar that matched the one you wore, "Don't you want to, y'know, settle down here?"

You raise an eyebrow, scoff a little, "God, I'm not an old maid, dude. I'm not ready to pop out babies yet. Far out."

"No, no," he's blushing, you know he is, you don't even need to check, his tan cheeks growing a little darker, redder, "Fuck. That's not what I meant. You know what I meant."

You snicker. You do. But Lando is fun to rile up.

A latent sigh leaves your mouth, "I dunno," you admit, "It's my favourite place. But I have the rest of my life to come back, and besides, it's more special like this. I appreciate it more when I'm only here for a short time."

Lando hums, turning your words over in his head. You think he may be about to say something else—

"Do you like it here, Lan?"

You're not sure why you ask. No, you are. There's this fantasy that keeps floating around in your head. Little bits of it have been coming true on this trip. Lando standing in the garage with your Dad, talking about project cars and then showing him grease covered parts, explaining where they'll eventually end up. Your Mum roping you, Lando and Oscar into helping her cut vegetables at the kitchen counter. Your younger sisters giving you loaded looks behind Lando's back, you trying to pretend you have no idea what they mean by them. It's a pipedream, it's weird and you need to stop doing it.

But you can't. Sometimes, you look at Lando and your thoughts just pick up and run away with themselves.

Lando nods in answer to your question, "'Course. It's very," he trails off, fingers finding the beads on his bracelet again, he hums, "It's very you. Hm, does that make sense?"

You feel warm all of a sudden. Something creeps up your neck, settles at the base of your skull. You blink a few times, remind yourself to focus on the road.

You skitter out a laugh, an awkward thing, you're trying not to look at him, your hands tight on the wheel, "Yeah— uh— it does. I s'pose."

You lapse into silence for a short while. The sky is eggshell orange and purple and red, stretching out in front of you. Punctuated by the star-brightness of the street lights, terracotta tiled roofs and the shadowed branches of towering Eucalyptus trees. It fills you with a feeling you can't name— there's nothing else quite like it out there. Not in London, not in Monaco, not in any of the many other cities you've traveled to or lived in for a stint.

They're all gorgeous and interesting in their own right, but they don't live up to the special peculiarities of suburban Australia. The flash of a possum's eyes where it's skittering across a powerline. The faint sounds of kookaburras laughing as dusk falls. The glow of families watching TV in living rooms coming through screen doors left unlocked. Old men tinkering in wide open garages. Wheelie bins with red and yellow lids out on the curb— cricket stumps painted on the sides.

It’s special. In the way that home is always special.

Then Lando says, apropos of nothing, “Pretty.”

“Huh.”

He shrugs, gestures around at the neighbourhood, “It’s pretty. Warm too. I can see why your parents live here. Raised you guys here. I can see myself doing that.”

You decide not to tell him about the bipolarity of Melbourne weather. Cold to hot to wet to dry to gusty all in a few hours. You let him enjoy the rare consistent spring day. And you try not think about what he’s saying, what he’s admitting. You try not to think about what you might be admitting, driving him through streets you used to play in, to places you used to go with your family, talking about settling down, like it’s on the horizon anytime soon.

It’s not— you’ve not met anyone to settle down with.

At least you don’t think you have.

It’s certainly not Lando, in the passenger seat of the old family car, fresh off a day of meeting your grandparents for fuckssake and taking a tour of your childhood bedroom. Laughing at your old boyband posters and the teenage girl shrine you’d kept to Niki Lauda. It can’t be Lando, who you turn to when you can’t turn to your brother, who gives you his hoodies when you’re cold even though he’s colder, who’s come on a bloody trip to Australia in his four week break because you’d said you wouldn’t know what to do without him for that long.

It can’t. It’s not.

He’s talking in hypotheticals and you’re getting carried away with yourself again. Like you always do.

listened to this playlist while writing😌

[luxmaeastra]

//For Sarai and or Viren!!! And literally anyone else!//

Gilear watched Hallariel with Wilhelm, a naval soldier. He made her laugh, he was roguish and wild. He looked back at his books, exhaling as he dragged it closer.

He should focus on his studies, on getting this ambassador position for his family. He couldn't afford being distracted by one of Day's Princesses.

------

He turned from the balcony view to see her. She looked beautiful, like a night blooming jasmine in her dress. He held the flower tighter, holding it out to her before he could loose his nerve.

She took it, surprised and delighted.

"My father says he gave this to my mother. I didn't know we grew these. Thank you Gilear."

He exhaled, the tips of his ears red as he readjusted to look at her.

"I - uh - you're welcome Hallariel. You - Day doesn't grow them actually. I've seen them in Autumn on the coast. I - I have a small greenhouse and I thought - I thought it would go well with your dress."

He'd overheard talking about the flowers to her friends and sisters. She smiled down at it, turning as Wilhelm slammed the doors opened.

"Hallariel! You won't believe what happened! I won!"

Gilear cleared his throat stepping backward.

"Have a nice night Hallariel."

She gave him a tight smile as Wilhelm swept her into his arms. She batted his hand away.

"No, don't crush the flower Willy!"

He turned those eyes to Gilear, stepping toward him. Gilear straightened, aware of how he was outnumbered. He may have the same Daglan magic but he wasn't like Wilhelm. All these Daglan in history had forged islands and worlds, they had chests of gold and made the world bend to their will.

He just wanted to get through the day.

"You give my girl a flower?"

"Willy! Leave him -"

"It was just a compliment, it wasn't anything romantic."

Gilear tried to smile, thinking fast. He nodded to the rapier at his side.

"Why would I think I could compete with someone like you Wilhelm?"

Wilhelm grinned, slapping him on the back and forcing a drink down his throat.

Gilear stumbled out of the balcony, his head spinning.

"She'll notice you soon enough Gilear, don't loose hope in her."

Gilear snapped his head to Viren, he swallowed panic blinding him for a second. He exhaled and shook his head.

"I'm flattered Sir, but Hallariel is a friend I would never presume such things about her."

Viren's lips pulled into a half smile. Was he amused? Had he insulted him? The rules here were so much more opaque than in Autumn.

"Of course, my mistake then. Have a nice night Gilear. Enjoy the festivities."

//Hallariel demanded I share the dress//

“You’re going to chase that poor boy into an early grave,” Sarai chided her mate as he reappeared at her side, her gaze watching the young Gilear as he stumbled away in his stupor of what had just happened. “Or is that one of your tests, to scare the poor boys who are Fated to our blossoms to death.”

Their daughters deserved the best though, it was why she left so much of it within Viren’s hands when it came to their daughters' Fated mates. Why she had allowed him to plan his trials when the time came, allowed him to keep tabs on the males they knew.

From the earliest point in their lines, they had both agreed it was better they knew of the potential mates ahead of time instead of waiting for the surprise. This way they were able to prepare, this way they could plan, and ensure the best of success. They needed to ensure the happiness and survival of their daughters.

Viren shrugged as he made his way to her side, his arm wrapped around her waist as he nuzzled his nose against her neck. He enjoyed how the color of her skin seemed to gain a rosy hue, and how she pressed herself closer to him.

“Maybe I am, but I would rather that than someone who is not worthy of our daughter one day take her hand. I also do think he has promise, he just needs to wait for the tide...”

Sarai laughed. “I think our daughters have a habit of befriending their Fate, I fear that is a nasty habit they inherited from me.”

Viren grinned. “But not seeing what they have is definitely from me...Our little Hallie,” he’s voice softened when Hallariel appeared, he reached out his hand for hers. “Don’t you look breath taking in that dress, did your Mama help you with it?”

[byneddiedingo]

Blindspotting (Carlos López Estrada, 2018) Cast: Daveed Diggs, Rafael Casal, Janina Gavankar, Jasmine Cephas Jones, Ethan Embry, Tisha Campbell-Martin, Utkarsh Ambudkar, Kevin Carroll, Nyambi Nyambi, Jon Chaffin, Wayne Knight, Margo Hall. Screenplay: Rafael Casal, Daveed Diggs. Cinematography: Robbie Baumgartner. Production design: Tom Hammock. Film editing: Gabriel Fleming. Music: Michael Yezerski. Blindspotting sets up its essential high-wire tension early in the film when we see Collin (Daveed Diggs) being given the terms of his probation after being released from prison: the usual no drugs, no firearms, no bad company, and so on. Whereupon we almost immediately see him sitting in the back seat of a two-door car that is bristling with the owner's guns. Collin panics: He has three days left before his probation ends. Things get worse when Collin's best friend, Miles (Rafael Casal), reveals that he's carrying too. Collin panics, and when he's released from the car heads for the truck he's driving -- he has taken a job with a moving company managed by his ex-girlfriend, Val (Janina Gavankar) -- eager to get to his halfway house before his 11 p.m. curfew. And then he's stopped by a red traffic light that shows no sign of changing, even though there's absolutely no other traffic moving. As he fumes in frustration, a man suddenly runs up to the truck, followed quickly by a cop on foot. As Collin looks on in horror, the cop fires four bullets, killing the other man -- we see him fall in Collin's rear-view mirror. Like Collin, the man is Black. And through his side window Collin looks face to face at the cop, who is, needless to say, white. But then the light changes and Collin drives home. Blindspotting is like that throughout, though the rest of Collin's hair's-breadth moments don't involve a fatality. It's about the precariousness of being Black when even your closest white friends, like Miles, don't understand the ease with which things can go suddenly wrong. We're constantly aware of the way the world -- or at least Oakland, the beautifully characterized milieu in which Collin's story takes place -- can suddenly turn against Collin, who just wants to stay out of jail. But the remarkable thing about this real and painful fact is that it's the premise on which a very funny and very insightful movie is based. There are critics who fault Blindspotting for an inconsistency of tone, for having one foot in farce and the other in tragedy, but I think that's the brilliance of the film. It doesn't need to hammer its message home. It can make a point about, say, gentrification by showing Collin and Miles at work cleaning out the "junk" in a house that's about to be gutted and turned into an upscale townhouse, just by taking a look at what's been left behind by its former residents: a wedding photograph, an old photo album, in short, a cache of memories about to be obliterated. And it culminates in a lovely sequence in which Collin comes face to face again with the cop, and conquers the man not with a gun but with a rap diatribe. There are those who think this is only a disguised version of the conventional happy ending, but I prefer to see it as a hopeful resolution of the cultural dissonance in which we now live.

[merrrrrrrrry]

Almost immediately after the last post this is an anon ask I've gotten and here's my reply. If you would like you can check out @wallstermelon 's post on her blog. Since I have apparently been blocked by her I can't reblog it. This is in no way meant to dissect everything she wrote. Especially because as a cis person I am not a target of her post. These are just a few things that stood out to me and why I feel it's important to take a stance against the transphobic things she has said (which is what you're calling spreading hate)

I just want to first say that, as of now, I identify as a cis person. And before I say anything else - if a considerable number of a certain section of people told me that something I had said and done has offended them and is discriminatory towards their identity, I would simply apologise instead of arguing that it was not my intention to do so and furthermore it's not what I meant to do, so how they feel is actually wrong and I can't help if my words hurt them.

Here's a small section of her long post that was under a 'read more'

Here's a section of her answer to this anon

Here's two things I am pointing out:

1. As a cis person, wallstermelon has in her statements said multiple times that her words and remarks are not transphobic and/or transmisogynistic.

Now I certainly don't think people cannot or should not defend their statements if they feel they aren't wrong

However when it comes to this, a cis person cannot decide over multiple trans people on what constitutes transphobia and transmisoginy

A cis person does not have higher authority or moral ground on what can be considered as transphobic and transmisogynistic

It is not upto a cis person to decide that a trans person's interpretation or view of someone's gender fetishises transfem/transwomen when there are actually transfem fans of H that have said they have no problem with it

2. She says that her belief that Harry (and Louis) are non-straight are based on things that are substantial to her

Now here's a long post about Harry and gender and here's a post by my friend Asia with a very short and not elaborate answer to the this anon. I encourage you to read them.

But here's a few things that she considers substantial

Here are a few things trans fans have said about Harry and why it may be an indicator that he is trans

Harry often goes by the name H, a gender neutral short form of his name

How do we know this? From the mouths of the people who are around him/ related to him/friends with him

Has an obsession with pregnancy

How do we know this? From him. The multiple times he has put a balloon under his t-shirt or made a gesture with his hand to indicate pregnancy on himself, the time he said in a concert- we're all trying in reply to a woman talking about her own pregnancy, the time he said if I was pregnant I would do this

I just want to clarify I don't think it is upto a cis person to decide whether a trans person's speculation/thoughts about someone's gender is substantial or baseless. However I do want to point out that wallstermelon has said multiple times that she feels trans people's speculation about H's gender is –

So when she uses things Harry or people close to him have said and done to believe Harry is non-straight, but when trans people do it to believe Harry is trans/non-binary, it is 'baseless interpretation to stand on and use as fact to speculate about harry's gender'

And this : saying she hasn't mocked trans fans when in fact by mocking trans people who interpreted She as a song about gender, she has ....mocked trans fans

Saying that the things trans fans interpret to speculate on H's gender is baseless is fucking transphobic actually. Have a good day

[souryoong]

good girl | myg (18+)

authors note: okay okay okay I swear not all the things that I write will be about min yoongi. he is just my man’s and this scenario popped in my head and ya know…it just happened. plus orange haired yoongi has been lingering in my head for too long. also not sure about the ending but hey.

pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x reader

genre: smut!! (18+ readers), established relationship.

word count: 2,345

summary: yoongi discovers your vibrator and uses it on you while he fucks you.

warnings: smut (written sex, porn with a plot), established relationship, tongue kissing, fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie, unprotected sex (do not do this), slight overstimulation, thumb/finger sucking kink, handjob, orange haired yoongi lol, yoongi has a dirty mouth, lots of swearing ig, use of vibrator, aftercare mentioned in end. i think that is all.

Your boyfriend Yoongi was spending a lot of time at his studio, working on his mix tape that he wanted to release soon. You understood why he was always there, he kind of had a deadline but jeez, he worked too hard. Sometimes you’d bring him food just to make sure he ate for the day he was so dedicated.

However, with him sometimes being gone for the whole day, and sometimes night, things got lonely sometimes. You were never really a girl that used vibrators and toys, you preferred the real thing, and Yoongi always delivered, but sometimes you had to do what you had to do. Today was probably going to be one of those nights.

You were in your living room watching your favorite k drama, having just finished dinner. You looked at the time on your phone, it was around 7pm. There was a chance that Yoongi would finish at a decent time and still be able to come over to your apartment. Just as you were thinking of that, a message popped up on the screen from Yoongi, and you were overly excited to open it.

Secretly hoping that it was a message saying he was leaving and coming over: it wasn’t.

It was two photos: one of himself with a pair of headphones around his neck, his orange colored hair in disarray. And the other was a bunch of buttons with his hand in view; showing off his veins and ring clad fingers.

One of the things you loved about Yoongi was that he was always sending you pictures of how his day was going and what he was up to, not because you asked, but because he wanted to share it.

You stated at those pictures longer than you cared to admit, Yoongi always looked so good without even trying. He then texted you again, your phone buzzing, pulling you out of your trance.

Yoongi: I’ll try to finish soon and be over as soon as I can, okay baby?

You got really excited and responded back.

You: Alright I’ll be waiting, baby. See you soon.

About an hour passed, and you were in your bedroom, changed into your pajamas — one of Yoongi’s big t shirts and a pair of sweat-shorts.

For some reason your eyes wandered to your nightstand drawer, the place where you keep all of your toys at.

You thought to yourself what if Yoongi can’t make it? He wouldn’t mind if you took matters into your own hands… Yoongi was aware that you had a vibrator, but was never mad that you used it when you were alone sometimes. He knew he could get you off better than any of your toys could, and he prided himself in that.

You opened your drawer and grabbed one of your favorites — one that was shaped more like a wand and had about 12 different settings on it. However, as soon as you opened the pouch that you stored it in, you heard keys jingling at the door. You gasped, and quickly shoved it under a blanket that was on your bed.

You walked out to the kitchen to see Yoongi opening the door and coming inside. He made eye contact and smiled at you, laughing. “Sorry if I startled you, we’re you getting ready for bed?” He looked at what you were wearing.

You shook your head. “No, just wanted to be comfortable.”

“Do you want some tea?” Yoongi asked, opening his birkin bag that he was carrying, and pulling out a full bottle of jasmine iced tea. “I didn’t like it.”

You laughed and took the bottle from him. “Sure. How was it at the studio?” You propped yourself up to sit on your kitchen counter.

He stepped closer to you, setting his bag on the counter. “Good, I think it’s safe to say I’m almost done. It’s been hard work.”

You ran your fingers through his ginger hair, then draped your arms over his shoulders onto his soft hoodie that he was wearing.

He let out a sigh. “Sorry that I’ve been so busy these past few weeks. You know how I get, if I start something I won’t stop until I finish.”

Yoongi’s hands were on your bare thighs now, making you ache for him.

He leaned in to kiss you softly. “I’ll be honest, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Yeah?” You asked, kissing him back, his face was still close to yours, you could smell his minty chapstick he had on.

Yoongi licked his lips, smirking. “Fuck. I never stop thinking about you.” He leaned down and kissed your neck a few times, moving one of his hands up your thigh, and giving it a squeeze.

You instinctively let out an audible whine, and you felt Yoongi smirk against your skin. “Already so worked up for me, huh?”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer him, even though he knew, before he lifted his head up and started kissing your lips. Your hands were in his hair as the kiss got more intense, and you were pulling him closer to you like you couldn’t get enough of him.

He groaned against your mouth before he began to tongue kiss you, which you felt right in your core as you shifted on the counter for some friction between your legs.

Yoongi noticed you doing that and stopped kissing you for a second. “You didn’t answer me.” He spoke, his hand going into your shorts.

“God, yes Yoongi. I need you.” You breathed out, mentally preparing yourself for his touch.

He smirked at you, and licked his lips. “Tell me about it, baby.” His voice was low and full of lust, making you just about dripping, and at this point you were screaming in your head for him to touch you.

He finally snaked his hand through the waistband of your shorts, and pressed his middle and ring finger against your sensitive clit, and your body was startled at the sudden contact. He gave you a few seconds before he started to rub your clit in slow motions.

“Yoongi.” You whined, frustrated at him teasing you. You buried your face in his neck as you could see a smirk on his face as you were already losing it.

“Mhm that’s my name.” He teased you, rubbing your clit faster, making an audible wet sound. “You’re so wet, gonna cum from just me rubbing you?”

“Agh….” was all that you could muster up to say as your thighs started to shake embarrassingly. You so badly wanted to prove him wrong, but your words said one thing and your body said another. You were clutching onto him and practically falling apart already.

“Hmm that’s interesting.” Yoongi spoke, in a tone like he was pretending to think. “Not when I do this?”

The same two fingers that were teasing you were now inside of you, giving you some relief from all of the teasing that Yoongi has put you through, and you let out a moan when you felt his fingers curling up to your g-spot.

You felt like you were gushing at this point, and Yoongi went one step further and started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, hitting your g-spot over and over again. You felt like your legs were going numb and you cried out his name, tears forming in your eyes as you were about to cum.

“Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” Yoongi breathed into your ear, his words instantly making you lose it.

“Fuck.” You whined as your walls clenched around his fingers, and your legs shook. one of Yoongi’s hands made its way around your waist to hold you up.

“Fuck.” Yoongi spoke, his fingers still slowly fucking in and out of you. “Love it when you clench my fingers like that.”

You moaned when his fingers finally left you, even after the slight overstimulation after he kept going after your orgasm. You leaned back, holding yourself up with your palms, watching as he licked your cum off of his fingers, locking eye contact with you the entire time.

He suddenly leaned close and tongue kissed you, taking control and forcing his tongue into your mouth, making you taste yourself. Then he pulled away, his face still close to yours. “Fuck. I’m dying to be inside of you.” He spoke lowly. “Can we go to your bedroom?”

You nodded almost casually, but on the inside you thought you were going to fall to your knees. Yoongi assisted you off of the counter and watched you walk in front of him the short walk to your bedroom.

When you walked into your bedroom, Yoongi shut the door, and you got started in getting undressed. Yoongi followed suit and pulled his hoodie over his head and taking off of his jeans to leave him in his underwear.

He stood in front of you and you sat on your bed. Reaching out to grab his bulge, rubbing it through his underwear, you noticed a tiny bit of precum leaking and wet through his underwear.

Yoongi let out a moan from your touch. “God I’m so fucking hard.”

You bit your lip and lowered the front of his underwear, revealing his thick length. Yoongi was watching you as you spit on your hand and used that as makeshift lubricant to jack him off.

“Fuck.” Yoongi moaned, leaning his head back. “You are so hot.” He rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb as you looked up at him, then took his thumb into your mouth, sucking on it.

“Fuck. Come here.” Yoongi groaned, grabbing your face and leaning down to tongue kiss you. He used so much force that you let go of his cock and almost fell back on the bed.

His hands were roaming your body as you leaned back onto your bed, opening your legs for him.

“God I’m going to fucking—“ His eyes were on your soaking cunt until something else caught his eye—your neon pink colored vibrator on your bed that was now exposed.

He let out a low chuckle. “Was I uh…interrupting something when I came in?” You shook your head, not quite sure how to react to this situation.

Yoongi’s hands were behind your knees now, holding your legs in place where they were. “Going to fuck yourself with that little toy of yours pretending it’s my cock?” He was rambling, but you could tell the thought of you playing with yourself like that turned him on.

Before you could say anything, he grabbed it. You were confused as to what was going on until you heard him turn it on and felt it against your clit, making you gasp. Yoongi smirked at your reaction, then started moving it, dipping between your folds.

“Fuck, Yoongi.” You whined. “Please don’t tease me.”

Yoongi didn’t say anything, instead looked at you and changed the vibrator to a different setting. One of your hands gripped your bed sheets as you silently told yourself not to cum again until he fucked you.

You felt Yoongi start rubbing the tip of his cock at your entrance, and you moaned, moving your hips to try to get more friction.

“God you are so fucking wet.” Yoongi swore before pushing his length into you, moaning when he was inside of you.

“So good.” You moaned, practically grabbing onto him.

“Yeah?” Yoongi breathed out, starting to thrust into you harder, still holding the vibrator against your clit.

“Mhm.” You moaned, one of your hands grabbing your sheets again. You were already embarrassingly close to an orgasm from all of the stimulation.

You watched as Yoongi’s ginger colored hair was in his face as he watched his cock disappear inside of you. Catching you off guard, he changed the vibrator to a different setting, making your core clench around his cock.

“Fuck. Clenching around my cock.” Yoongi swore. “That’s hot.”

You moaned something that wasn’t even words as he was still pounding into you. Sometimes his stamina amazed even you. He looked like he could do rounds right now and you on the other hand looked like you were falling apart.

“Fuck. Yoongi.” You suddenly moaned, finding the words. “I’m so close.” You tried to prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Yeah?” Yoongi changed his pace so he wasn’t fucking you as hard, but he was going deeper. “Me too.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and your jaw dropped open. “Fuck you’re so deep.” He was hitting a spot inside of you that made you come undone underneath him.

Your legs were shaking and your core tightened around him as he didn’t stop fucking you through your orgasm. You grabbed onto his hand that was still holding the vibrator against you.

He finally turned it off and threw it somewhere within the blankets on your bed. His thrusts were getting sloppy and you could tell he was going to cum soon.

Yoongi’s thumb was suddenly on your sensitive clit, making you wince at the overstimulation.

One of his hands was gripping your thigh as he moaned “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” With every thrust he made into you, then you felt his cum spilling inside of you without warning.

“Fuck. Yoongi.” You moaned at the feeling.

You sat up a little bit after he pulled out of you, feeling some cum drip out of you.

You made a disappointing noise and you felt Yoongi wipe it away from you with his shirt of yours that you had on.

“Sorry about the sheets and…shirt.” He laughed slightly. “I’ll do a wash for you.”

He put his underwear back on and stood in front of you, kind of wondering why you weren’t getting dressed.

“Do you want to have a bath with me?” You sweetly asked him.

He nodded, brushing your hair away from your face. “Of course. Is there anything i can do?”

“Can you get some wine?” You asked.

“Of course.” He gave you a quick kiss.

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Together No Matter What Part Six :) !

A/N: I Hope everyone enjoys this ! Thank you so much for reading this story this is the last chapter. I’m glad everyone enjoyed this story If you like my work please like comment and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work 

Taglist: @wanniiieeee​

Y/N’s POV

“Come on people, we need something,” Jubal said, biting his pencil, something he always did. 

“We're working on it but they made it pretty hard,” you said, trying not to panic. 

“I think I may know a way i’m working on overriding the mainframe”  Ian said

Now that Ian was doing that you thought it was better to focus on where the hell Tyler   was headed to. 

Where ever he was headed no one knew how big of an attack he was planning and how much bombs he had. 

There was another question was did know the FBI was on to him and put the bomb in the house or was it meant for someone else.

 There were so many questions that just weren't making sense at the moment. 

You took a deep dive at Tyler’s  life. To see where he might be headed.  

Usually with something like this it was personal and meant something. So it was good to look at his childhood from the very beginning. 

He grew up in New Jersey out in the suburbs. His dad worked as a teacher and his mom was a nurse.

He had a normal life until when he was 16 when his dad passed away. His mom moved to New York in the city after that. 

At his new school he fell into the wrong crowd and started doing drugs and started hanging out with extreme leftist and overthrowing the government. 

The name of the group was called The Savers.

Meaning they would be the ones to save the world. The members of the group were the ones that were being killed in Chicago.

Which made sense because from what you could see is where he moved with the group three years after he joined.

The first victim was Carson Manor; he was the leader of the group and had some pretty messed up views

. From what we gathered his father was a known drug dealer who was killed by the police. 

He blamed all cops for his dad’s death and that’s where the idea to overthrow the government began

. From blog messages and uncovered text Tyler wanted to be the new leader and thought Carson was all bark and no bite. 

Tyler  thought they should be sending a bigger message with bombs. Carson wanted to start off small and smart and not do anything so big to get caught. 

Two days after a big fight in front of the group. Tyler  wanted to kick Jake out of the group because he was too much of a hot head and feared he was too risky.  Carson was found dead in a ditch by the river. 

That was the beginning of the end for the group. Anyone who went against Tyler also ended up dead. 

That it why it was so hard to make the connections in Chicago they kept the group so lip tight that it ended up looking like random attacks. 

Jake was his second hand man after Tyler became leader. He was aware of the murders but didn’t want to go against him maybe he was scared he would end up next.  

Jake and Jasmine formed an alliance and wanted it all to stop and was going to go the police. 

That’s how they both ended up dead. Tyler must have found out and decided to clear up shop. 

Now that we had discovered all that the case was becoming more clear now. It all made sense.  

Know that we had all that where would it make sense for Tyler to go. He wanted to send a message where everyone could see. 

You started scrolling through events down in the city. You thought he would be more comfortable going there.

Not much was going on at the moment but one thing did get your attention there was a pro police protest going on down in Central Park a back the blue event. Where else would one go that wanted to go out with a bang.

 It was the only lead you had to go with and your gut was telling you this is where he was headed. 

“Hey Jubal I think I might have something on where Tyler is headed.” You said

He looked over at you and walked over to you 

“Yeah Yeah what do you got” He said 

“Tyler grew up in the city sense he was sixteen so i figured safe bet he would go where he might know the area. There is a back the blue event down in central park i figured someone with bombs and wants to make a statement where better to go” I said 

“Yeah Okay I can see it” Jubal said 

“Are you sure we don’t have a lot of time and we already have stretched thin resources” Isobel said 

“Based on what I read the group The Savers was all about overthrowing the government and sending a message and the even started about 30 minutes ago” I said 

“Lets send everyone there and bomb squad to” Isobel said 

“I got something I think were back” Ian said 

We all looked at the screen and I could feel my heart racing. No one knew what happened and it was way past three minutes.

 Ian did get the screen back up and at first we couldn’t see anything but then we Maggie’s camera showing. 

She was outside and from the body cam we could see everyone except OA. Of course you were relieved to see Jay and everyone  were okay but your eyes were scanning to see OA. 

“Is everyone okay what happened when our feed cut off” Jubal said 

“Everyone is safe OA is getting checked out in the back of the ambulance but other than that everyone’s good” Maggie said 

“Good we think we know where Tyler is headed down Central Park to a back the blue event we need all resources to head down there” Jubal said 

“Were on it headed down there know I’ll turn my body cam back on when we get down there”  Maggie said 

 Ten Minutes Later and Maggie turned her body cam back on to let us know they made it down there. 

I saw OA standing next to her and i felt the weight come off my shoulder. But then it felt like it was put right on there knowing that they were tracking down a dangerous guy. 

“Let’s see if we can track down where is now I mean there are cameras everywhere down there” Isobel said

“Were on it” Kelly said 

We began accessing the cameras to see we if could see him. We started off the entrances and worked our way in. 

There was this worry that I was wrong and the knot in my stomach was so hard. 

Then it looked like my gut was right when we saw Tyler heading in with a duffle bag. He was coming in the south entrance.

“I got him coming in south entrance with a duffle bag wearing a green jacket and baseball cap.” I said 

“I see him headed that way” Maggie said, 

We saw her and OA headed that way and we could hear everyone else yelling to clear the scene and get out 

“Tyler stop right there and don’t move” OA said 

“Slowly put the bag down and step away” OA said

“These people need to be taught a lesson and now everyone will know my name” Tyler said 

“Everyone won’t know your name unless your dead your just be in the news for what 15 minutes and then the next news cycle comes in and your be dead but if your alive you can keep telling your story” Maggie said 

“Gently put the bag down and put your hands up or we will shoot you” OA said 

We could see OA walking closer and my hands were sweating and the knot in my stomach was coming back. 

OA had his gun pointed at him and when OA got closer Tyler put the bag down and surrendered.

 He cuffed the guy and they walked out the way and you could see bomb squad approach the bag. 

Everyone just sat in silence at the JOC just watching the scene unfold in front of everyone about ten minutes of long waiting the scene was  considered safe. 

Everyone just let out a sigh of relief and there was some clapping. It was over finally this big case was finally done and you felt good knowing it was over and everyone was okay. 

You all headed back to work. Now here came the fun paperwork there was so much that needed to be filled out. You waited for Jay and OA to come back and that would be fun catching up with them. 

I mean it was definitely going to be awkward as hell I mean you didn’t even get to say hello to Jay or even a hug and know him and OA are working together and you didn’t even get a chance to properly introduce them. 

About half and hour passed and everyone piled into the JOC there was a sense of achievement and a happy presence in the air. 

“Hey heads up everyone up look who’s back give them a round of applause” Jubal said 

Everyone clapped and cheered when they came in 

“Thank you everyone really” Maggie said 

OA looked over at you with the big and bright smile and you returned to. He walked over and out a hand on your back and stood behind you. 

“Let’s finish up this paperwork tomorrow we need to take the win tonight and head out” Isobel said 

“Sounds great see you all in the morning” Ian said running out making everyone laugh. 

You got up and walked over to Jay and gave him a big hug. It was good to see him again and finally say a proper hello.  He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight. 

“I missed you so much” You said 

“I missed you too” He said 

“Awe so sweet brother and sister working together” Scola said 

“Yeah he begged to come up here he missed me” you said laughing. 

“Hey Let’s go celebrate we need drinks” Adam said

“Yeah Let’s go” you said 

Everyone walked out and Jay held you back. You looked at him confused and then when everyone was out of ear shot he looked over at you

“So when was you going to tell me your dating one of my fellow army guys” Jay asked 

“Wait what are you talking about” I asked 

“OA was in the rangers with me and your colleagues told me you were dating him” Jay said 

“Well I didn’t know he was in the rangers with you he doesn’t talk much about it but we have been dating over a year with Covid it doesn’t feel that long and you knew I was seeing someone” I said 

“Yeah you told me but I didn’t think it was him” Jay said 

“Why even if you both worked together what’s the big deal” You asked

“There’s not one Omar is a good guy i’m happy for you but if he hurts you I will Kill him” Jay said 

“Yeah I know you will now let’s go celebrate the win” You said 

“Let’s go “ He said wrapping his arm around you 

**

Everyone was at the Bar drinking and having a good time. 

“Hey it’s crazy you went to the FBI and I went to the Police Force but i’m glad your doing well” Jay said to OA 

“I know and it’s good seeing you after all these years and I didn’t know she was your sister or I would have told you man” OA said 

“It’s good don’t worry about it i can see how happy you make her” Jay said 

“I love her I really do she’s special” OA said 

“That she is” Jay said

You walked over and sat Next to Jay 

“So what are we talking about” You asked 

“Just catching up” Jay said 

“I’m glad this is all out in the open and you know you should come down to New York more often I mean people had to die for you to come and see me” You said laughing 

“Yeah well how about you come back home once in a while I’m stuck with Will and that man is so needy” Jay said 

Making you laugh and spit some of your beer out 

“So how about tomorrow the three of us dinner” You said 

“ I would like that” Jay said 

“Me too” OA said 

The rest of the night was fun you all stayed out late drinking. Everyone was hanging out having fun. 

Jay went over to Hailey and smiled at her and it was so obvious they were seeing each other. I mean maybe Jay should take his own advice and be more open 

You were sitting on the stool at a table and OA wrapped his hands around you placing his head on top of yours. 

“You had me worried earlier with that live bomb” You said 

“I know but everything was alright and I told you we would be together no what” OA said 

“Together Always” You said 

He kissed the top of your head. You leaded back into him. You looked around the room smiling watching everyone having fun.

 It was such a good ending to a bad beginning. 

THE END :) 

[agermanadventurer]

A start

Let’s start somewhere shall we?

The German language is generally considered quite hard because of it’s grammar - which is understandable. If you are a monoligual English speaker you have never encountered the different complexities that are going to show up. But have no fear-! All of these things have been learned before and can be learned by you if you aspire to. I am not going to make this blog a step-by-step blog to learn German - I simply don’t have neither the time nor the patience to do that. But I will guide you to some free sources to get started to be able to follow along with other things I’ll be talking about in the future, and these are both things I’ve come across in my studying and also things I wish I had found earlier.

BOOKS (pdfs)

german language course - Simply named German Language Course is a pdf book that is written by several collaborating authors in an effort to create a beginner’s guide to the German language. It’s constantly being improved but the newer version here is lacking a bit and the original release from 2006 linked above is a bit more put together but choose from your own accord.

basic german - Basic German, a text/work book for grammar! Really- there’s a lot of grammar in there but it’s quite easy to navigate and can be useful for anyone learning the language or the grammar. 

mein-deutschbuch.de - Mein Deutschbuch is technically a website but nevermind that. It offers lists of different grammar rules and gives you excercises to practice your grammar. The only downside is that everything is in german. It’s great for more advanced learners though.

pdfdrive.com/german-language-books - And here’s a link to many other free books that can be downloaded.  

YOUTUBE CHANNELS (for language learning)

Get Germanized - A youtube channel dedicated to teaching it’s viewers German and also about the German culture. There are full course German videos only focusing on exposing and teaching as well as shorter videos with cultural comparisons and entertainment. 

Easy German - Easy German publish videos for both advanced learners and beginners. They focus much on teaching spoken German but also talks about grammar,  and they offer new vocabulary. 

Learn German - A channel that uses a simple artstyle to explain different parts of the German language. The channel also sorts their videos after language level so even for someone in level C1 might find something useful in there.   

Learn German with Herr Antrim - Herr Antrim wants to teach you German for free. His videos brings up grammar, pronounciation, and tak about the German culture.

Besides these channels you also have plenty of videos repeating german phrases and vocabulary for when you sleep (can’t really recommend to sleep while you listen to them) and you can sit down and take a few notes from those too if you want to become familiar with the sounds and some of the phrases.

YOUTUBE CHANNELS (for entertainment and exposure)

Hi From Hamburg - Lila is an american who moved to Hamburg and is making videos talking about her experience with it and she makes a lot of videos for simple entertainment. Her channel is one of the few English ones I’m going to include in this list. 

Dinge Erklärt - Kurzgesagt -  Kurzgesagt is a channel with pretty animation explaining different concepts, ideas, and myths in our modern society today. They talk about philosophy, science, religious ideas, psychology, and more.

maiLab - MaiLab is a scientific channel in German. In their videos they talk about various topics within biology, chemistry, psychology, or of different concepts and myths in society today.

Related to maiLab are also channels like Quarks and MrWissen2go.

100SekundenPhysik - For those who are into physics, this one can be intresting for you. 100SekundenPhysik brings up and explains physics, but in German and in short comprehensible videos. 

Dagi Bee - For those not as interested in science, here’s an entertainment channel (and a few more after this). Dagi Bee is a channel created for entertainment, she features music videos, make up and hair turtorials, reaction videos, vlogs and more.

Marvyn Macnificent - Marvyn makes entertainment and vlog videos; challenges, make up tutorials and reviews, collaborations (and videos with friends), and also different types of discussions of other social media figures.

Alycia Marie - This channel is for any make up and cosplay fan. Alycia’s channel is made up of make up tutorials, make up reviews and comparisons, as well as cosplay displays. She also have a second channel for her music.

Other channels like Dagi Bee and Alycia Marie is for example Luisa Crashion and Jasmin Azizam

DoctorBenx - A look into the gaming part of youtube and we have DoctorBenx as a prominent figure on the list. His videos consist of him playin games such as Minecraft and Roblox but also GTA5 and simulator/indie games. He works closely with the youtuber AwesomeElina.

Vlesk - If anyone’s still into Among Us you’ll want to check out Vlesk who almost exclusively makes videos of said game at the moment. His channel is rather young still but the older videos are him playing TTT in Garry’s Mod. 

Zombey - For those more intrested in playthroughs, Zombey is more appropriate. His channel features many different games such as Demon’s Soul and Fall Guys. 

APPS

Duolingo - Duolingo is always mentioned when it comes to these things, but it’s a good app. It provides a simple, almost game-like, format that helps you practice different concepts in your target language.

Memrise - Can’t forget Memrise on this list. Memrise uses video clips of real life people using the language to get you to associate the phrases with the situation and to get you to immerse yourself with the language. 

Drops - Drops focuses on visual learning, getting your brain to associate the vocabulary you’re exposed to with the pictures and symbols on the screen. The app is great for learning new vocabulary and you can choose yourself which topic to start with.

Wordbit German - WordBit German is useful for vocabulary exposure. You download it and every time you open your phone a German word is shown on the screen and you can mark different word by familiarity.

HelloTalk - This app helps you to reach out to native speakers of your target language and you can also help others seeking to learn your language. You can send voice messages, make corrections and translate the messages directly. The app can be used for free, but there are many functions that are limited without paying. Other similar apps are also available (often with lower quality but they are free). 

PODCASTS (language learning)

Slow German - The journalist Annik Rubens talks about everyday topics and phenomenons in the german culture and society in short recordings. Perfect to practice your listening comprehension as a beginner and get used to the new parts of the phonology - and it’s available on Spotify. 

Easy German - They also have a podcast! They also talk about the german culture but also topics relevant to the rest of the world, though in a bit more natural speed and with a bit more relaxed manner. (Available on Spotify)

Radio D - Unfortunately not available on Spotify but it is easily found with just a google search (and by the attached link). The podcast is made for complete beginners, guiding you throughout different scenarios and settings and building up your understanding and basic knowledge of the language. Transscripts are also available for download.

Coffee Break German - A series of lessons where the listener, together with the English speaking host Mark, gets to learn German phrases and vocabulary from scratch with the help of Thomas. Each episode is between 20 to 30 minutes so get your pen and paper out to take effective notes. (Available on Spotify)

 You will come across many other podcasts, these are just a good place to start.

PODCASTS (for entertainment)

Eine Stunde History - With new episodes every Friday this podcast takes events throughout history and compare their relevance to today and the future. Perfect for those who have an interest in history. (Available on Spotify)

ZEIT WISSEN - Woher weißt Du dass? - The central theme being science, this podcast gives you a scientific perspective on a new question that is being explored every week. You want to know if humans can hybernate or what the consequenses of having sex with the neanderthals were? Not necessarily! But now you can! (Available on Spotify)

Verbrechen - This podcast features true crime, being led by Andreas Sentker and Sabine Rückert. Sabine is the one talking about the cases she’s been met with throughout her career in law enforcement. (Available on Spotify)

Biologie Passion Podcast - If you have a biology test coming up, if you want to repeat some long lost knowledge from school, or maybe you just have a passion for biology - then this is a good podcast for you. Christian Schweda is happy to teach (or reteach) you some biology. (Available on Spotify)

Eli’s Abitur Crashkurs - For those of you who are study freaks in general, you can visit Eli on Spotify! She has made a podcast on everything she has to study for during her Abitur. And the best thing is - they only come in 10-20 min episodes. But be aware for speedy speech. (Available on Spotify)

Die Copycats - Both on Youtube and on Spotify these guys talk about all sorts of nerdy things from video games to bad music and give their opinions on many other things. They’re quite small so go and give them a bit of love. (Available on Spotify)

#QueerAsBerlin - Not available on Spotify unfortunately. But as the title suggests is this podcast a commentary, interviews and a view on different aspects of social problems through the lens of the LGBTQ+ community in Berlin.  

Bin ich Süßsauer? - For my fellow asian LGBTQ+ people out there; this underrated podcast features an asian host in Germany, talking about different parts of LGBTQ (from what I understand the host themselves are trans and therefore the general theme) with different guests. Of course this can be enjoyed by anyone, just a small shout out for diversity. (Available on Spotify)

Schnapsidee - der Podcast über Liebe, Love & sexy sein - From the name alone you are most likely able to deduse the theme of this podcast. Anna and Paula talks about their love life, relationships, and sex! Their content is lighthearted and enjoyable to listen to. (Available on Spotify)

Dick und Doof - Without any real theme to their podcast, the two friends Sandra and Luca is having a great time, and we get to listen to their conversations about anything and everything. The both of them focus mostly on humour, sprinkled with an insight in their private lives. (Available on Spotify)

Alliteration am Arsch - Or AAA in foreshortening, features Bastian Bielendorfer and Reinhard Remfort who found themselves as friends after realizing the things they had in common and now we get to listen as the both of them discuss anything and everything through the lens of comedy. (Available on Spotify)

[elliemarchetti]

Elucien Week Day 6 - Home

@elucienweek2022 sorry if this is late, I fell asleep after work 🙈

Plot: Elain goes in the Night Court

Words: 1319

Ever since Amarantha died, the concept of home took a special meaning for Elain. Half Fae and half mortal because of the powers Tamlin gifted her, or an acceptable human, as Rhysand suggested, she returned for two night and two days in the Spring Court, and she tried to imprint on her mind every corner of that place, every face of the servants and every scent of the gardens. Then Rhysand came to redeem his debt, and forced her to finally say goodbye to her old life, to the new, beautiful house behind the Wall and to the village where Tamlin found her. As much as she longed for it, Elain kept away from the small abandoned building on the edge of the forest, aware the wardrobe painted by Feyre must still be within the thin walls. And so home became a place she never saw, hard to reach and even harder to leave. Pitying her tears, Rhysand have her five days, five useless days she could spend with her beloved, or wherever she wanted, one for each person she had to leave behind. Elain prayed he didn’t sew their faces in her mind, or he would’ve known the artist was her sister and she was definitely alive. A first, hasty glance to the scenery of the Night Court was enough to understand why he was so obsesses with the image he grasped when he was inside her head: the view was creepily identical, a sea of twinkling starts over gleaming snow-capped mountains. From the tales Lucien, Tamlin and Ailis told her, she though the Night Court was a place of death, a primal version of what Amarantha built Under the Mountain, but she was wrong. The building where she would reside was perched on one of the stony hills, immersed in the heart of a peaceful winter and there were no screams or pleas, only the song of wind and mist and a heady scent of jasmine. It took her a while to get used to it, but in the end the bright room Rhysand assigned her started to seem much more welcoming than her old one, overlooking the garden manned night and day by a handful of grim-eyed guards. Lucien told her to put up with Tamlin’s paranoia, and when he didn’t take him away, he tried everything to distract her, but two days were nothing and in mutual, tacit agreement, they decided to take things slow, including their relationship. It wasn’t easy to start anew, after she risked her life for the male she loved, nor she was able to say those words, stopped by the glimpse of dark and painful memories in the cell.

“You have to give yourself time, and you have to give some to him too,” Rhysand told her one morning, and Elain, although she wanted to ask if he too needed time to heal the wounds of the heart and the soul, did not. Three weeks passed before news of Lucien reached her, and in the meantime, Elain was able to put on some weight, or maybe her healthier look was all in the rosy colour illumining her still hollow cheeks. She spent most of her time reading in the large veranda, nestled between soft cushions, but she liked to help in the kitchen too, especially when it was necessary to mash the herbs. It was a familiar scent, the smell of home, though she kept repeating herself she no longer had one. The first visit she received was from Rhysand’s cousin, Morrigan. She was as beautiful as him, with plump lips and large, deep brown eyes, but unlike the High Lord of the Night Court, she was outgoing, friendly and seemed to trust her far more than Rhysand, who insisted on separating them and arrange lessons to shield Elain’s thoughts.

"Just a precaution," he said, "since you have another twenty-one months left here."

At first she rebelled, partly because she feared she couldn’t keep Feyre’s secret, already hanging by a thread, but actually being busy and exhausted was a good thing, which allowed her to reach the four-month milestone in her right mind. She wasn’t really counting down, at least not when she arrived, but as Lucien never wrote, and only rarely sent news about the Spring Court, she begun to consider using one of her days off. But what if he wasn’t there? If she had returned and Lucien had been away, she would’ve wasted one of their rare opportunities. Or maybe, after what happened Under the Mountain, he no longer wanted to have anything to do with her.

“Don’t be silly,” Rhysand hissed, sitting up from the dining table with the same annoyance Tamlin usually sported in the first months she spent under his roof. She knew the two High Lord wouldn’t appreciate the similarity, and although she rejoiced at the idea of annoying Rhysand enough to be sent back, she remained silent. The bond formed between them since he healed ribcage her was a little terrifying, like the intricate tattoo on it, but sometimes it proved to be useful, and as long as it didn’t backfire, she wasn’t going to ask to sever it. It would come in handy in the event of a war, if not for herself at least for Feyre, the painter he wanted to meet so bad, the mortal he was so fascinated by. Come to think of it, Rhysand did seem to have a certain fondness for her species. Don't be silly, said a little voice in her head, you no longer have a species as you no longer have a home, you belong to nothing and nowhere. You are unique. And alone.

“Would you smile at least a little, if I say I feel particularly magnanimous today?” Rhysand asked on a winter’s day. Without answering, she merely shifter her gaze from the pages of the book in her lap to his now more tanned face. A little over a month Under the Mountain nearly killed her, who knows what he suffered in fifty years.

“Although your company is extremely pleasant, as well as enlightening, I fear the absence of a purpose, of a task, will do you more harm than good. So I thought: what could the saviour of the Spring Court, the one who dared and was reward by Tamlin’s benevolence do? That’s how I got my answer: as you known, the relations between me and him aren’t the best, indeed, I would say that considering them difficult is an understatement, therefore, I would like you to act as an emissary, a role very suitable, given the occupation of your Mate,” concluded Rhysand, with a hint of satisfaction in his violet eyes. Whatever part of it was that made him so proud, Elain couldn’t, or probably didn’t want to, know.

“And these visits,” she asked, testing the ground for yet another agreement she wasn’t sure she should make but wanted with all her heart, “won’t change any of the terms of our previous pact?”

It was strange to hear someone talking about Lucien as her Mate: no one at the Spring Court ever did it, not even him, but Rhysand saw beyond her increasingly fragile and fickle mortality, and the truth  didn’t seem to scare him.

“None. At any time, you will have five days to distribute over the remaining nineteen and a half months, or you can use them all together, even if I don’t consider it a particularly wise choice, to go home free from any constraints and assignments,” Rhysand replied, suddenly serious. It was evident he was thinking about the rest of the terms, it was evident he was pondering whether to push her away and not kill her of boredom was the way to get the information he wanted.

“Then I accept,” she replied, wondering if home was a concept she was still able to understand.

[alpacaparkaseok]

The Passport

Requested by anon - a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post! Enjoy! Thanks for requesting!

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Premise: You embark on a memorable journey in an attempt to return Kim Namjoon’s passport. What lengths will you go to in order to return his passport on time?

Warnings: none, this is literal crackhead fluff lol. emphasis on the crackhead.

Word Count: 3.2k 

It all started in the morning. You knew, leaving the house that morning with a skip in your step and the sun shining down on you, that something was off. Something was bound to go wrong.

It wasn’t until 11:30, sitting at brunch with some of your friends, that you caught your first whiff of trouble. 

Literally.

Rebecca, one of your oldest friends, had insisted on pretending to be rich and fancy for a day. She’d dragged you and the rest of your friends to a penthouse-like restaurant, commanding you to wear your finest ‘casual wear’, whatever that was supposed to mean. 

Long story short, you felt like some sort of avid golf fan in your skirt and blouse. Or maybe a polo fan, cheering on the magnificent horses and their riders. 

You were so consumed in your menu and trying to find the cheapest thing they had to offer without looking like a fraud, that you hadn’t noticed the room falling into a quiet buzz of excitement. Hadn’t noticed any sort of change in the air.

Except your nose had.

You unconsciously scooted in closer to the table when out of your peripheral you saw a group of people making their way over to the empty tables nearest you. They shimmied behind you and the table opposite your own, making sure to not interrupt your dining experience. Then you smelled it.

The most wonderful, fresh cologne you’d ever smelled. The smell was light enough that it had you wondering for a moment if you had just imagined the hint of pine, but another sniff confirmed what your nostrils already knew. 

Whoever had just entered the fancy, no-good for college budgets restaurant knew exactly what worked for them. And it was that cologne. Naturally, you glanced over to see just who it was that graced your nose with such a beautiful smell. 

And that, it the precise moment that you learned that Kim Namjoon, leader of BTS and dimple extraordinaire, smells like roses and pine.

Oh, and the slightest hint of jasmine.

Now, the only problem with that knowledge is the fact that you will never be able to get it out of your head. No longer will Namjoon in blue jeans and a tucked in t-shirt be your greatest weakness, as it had been before. No, that’s ancient history as far as that tantalizing fragrance is concerned. 

“Enjoying the view?” Rebecca croons from across the table, ripping your attention away from the man that just took his seat. From this angle, you have the perfect view of those dimples. 

The rest of the brunch passes by with little to no incident. The only thing that keeps you from staring at the group that’s CD has a permanent residency in your car’s stereo is the fact that you know your friends will take matters into their own hands if they catch you. Rebecca will surely embarrass you, if only because you’ve done the same thing to her countless times.

Leticia to your right elbows you lightly, grinning. “You know, RM keeps looking over at you.”

Your eyes practically bulge out of their sockets. “It’s not nice to tease!”

“It’s true!” Bianca pipes up a bit too loudly. She covers her mouth, looking embarrassed. “I mean, it’s true!” She whisper shouts. “He can only go about thirty seconds without looking at you. Maybe he’s worried you’re going to choke or something.”

You roll your eyes. “Wow, how considerate of him.”

Munching on a lettuce wrap that costs about the same as your statistics textbook, you nearly choke on it as the group finishes their meal and begins to make their way out of the restaurant. You scoot your chair back in, cursing your reddened cheeks even as you prepare yourself for the onslaught of Namjoon’s cologne again. 

“Excuse us,” Namjoon says, the sound of his voice enough to have you staring at Rebecca as though she’s a lifeline. If you can make it through this experience without passing out, you can surely accomplish anything.

“Have a good day!” Bianca chirps, smiling widely. Jung Hoseok - yeah, the sunshine of the world - smiles back. 

“Thank you,” he replies. He glances over at you and then, to your eternal horror, he looks at Namjoon with a pointed stare. 

“Er...” Namjoon stumbles over his words, looking like he would rather eat the tablecloth than have to say two words to you. You try to hide your disappointment, closing your mouth and opting for a pleasant smile. 

It’s the wrong move, honestly. Now you’re stuck smelling in his cologne and wondering how it’s humanly possible for someone to smell so beautiful.

Namjoon fiddles with his sleeves before looking over to you, a lightning bolt jolting your senses at the sudden eye contact. 

“You...you’re very pretty.”

In your own defense, your mouth is not the only one that drops open in shock. No, Bianca, Leticia, and Rebecca mirror your state of shock. 

Bianca recovers all too quickly, playfully pushing your shoulder as she exclaims, “See! I told you he was staring!”

Fighting the urge to flee the scene, you plaster on your most nonchalant expression and turn back to Namjoon with pink cheeks. You’re relieved to see his own cheeks tinted pink. 

“I- thank you!” 

At this point all of the boys have paused in their exit, turning to look back at Namjoon with silly grins. Namjoon notices their attention, nodding his head to you and his eyes dropping to stare at the carpet. 

“You’re welcome, haveaniceday,” Namjoon spits out, thrusting a napkin into your hands before before turning on his heel and making a beeline for the exit. He shoulders past the members who give him pats on the back and laugh a little at their leader’s shyness. 

With one final look over his shoulder and an annoyed sigh at Jin who mumbles a teasing remark to him, Namjoon leaves. 

You stare and stare at the exit, your brain short-circuiting as you replay your short exchange over and over again. In your hands sits the napkin - an actual, cloth napkin that is silky soft - marred (or perfected) by Namjoon’s scrawl. 

It doesn’t say a single word. Just boasts his phone number.

“What,” you breathe out, still staring at the exit, “just happened?”

Your question seems to break the spell that had your friends mute, and suddenly all four of your burst out into giddy laughter. 

“I have no idea,” Rebecca says through her giggles, “But I wish I had that on camera!”

Leticia is the one to notice it first. As the four of you get up to leave, she sees something laying on the seat where Namjoon sat. You know it’s where he sat, because you’ve burned the image into your mind. 

You’ve also memorized his phone number. As has Bianca, who read it over your shoulder about seven times before sitting back down in her seat. 

“It looks like they left something behind,” Leticia muses, wandering over to their abandoned table. “Oh, no way!” She bursts out into laughter, pointing down at the chair.

The rest of us scramble over just in time to see Leticia hoist the item up into the air. 

It’s a passport. 

Rebecca grabs your arm, looking at me with wide eyes. “This is a sign! I swear, it’s a sign!”

You frown at her, rubbing at the sore spot from where she’s grabbed a hold of you. “What do you mean? How is this a sign? Have you lost it?”

“No, I get what she’s saying!” Bianca shouts, drawing the attention of anyone that hasn't noticed the commotion yet. “He gave you his number, and now you have the perfect reason to text him! And see him again!”

You snort in disbelief even though your heart is nearly pounding out of your chest. “...right. Because people just leave their passports lying around as calling cards these days.”

Leticia flips through the passport, eyes widening at all of the stamps. “I mean...this is Kim Namjoon we’re talking about. Doesn’t he lose his passport all the time?”

“Exactly, so I-”

“So you need to return it to him,” Rebecca interrupts, smiling devilishly. “C’mon. Text him and tell him. He’s probably freaking out right now.”

You groan, but know that you should. Pulling your phone out, you ignore your friends’ cheers. “If I embarrass myself, so help me...”

You text him. 

Or rather, you begin to type out some form of message before groaning and throwing your phone at Rebecca. Naturally, she grabs your phone and types out a message, sending it off before you can even get a look at it. 

In your despair and agony (yes, you’re aware that you often overreact), you don’t realize what’s transpired until the girls are squealing over Namjoon’s response. 

“Look, look!” Rebecca yells, thrusting your phone toward your face. “Isn't he so cute?!”

Kim Namjoon 😱😍: I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I left that there. Are you available tonight? We could meet up somewhere? Sorry again for the inconvenience.

You groan, snatching your phone back. “Ugh, you people. Can’t even function over a simple text.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk,” Leticia chides. “Weren’t you the one going on about how good he smells for the past thirty minutes?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You do.

Me: Sure, that’s fine! 

Me: Where do you need me to go?

You’ve all piled into the back of Leticia’s car by the time Namjoon responds. What he says makes your jaw drop for the second time that day.

Kim Namjoon 😱😍: About that...do you know where the Grammy’s are being held tonight?

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?” Leticia asks, looking back at in through the rear view mirror. “What did he say?”

You furiously type out a response, heart rate picking up. “Umm...I forgot that the Grammy’s were happening tonight.”

Me: I think so...why?

“It sounds like he wants to meet there...?”

Kim Namjoon 😱😍: I’ll get you a backstage pass, if you’re alright with it. Some of the staff will be there to help you out, you can leave the passport with them.

Your heart sinks a little. “But it sounds like I’ll just be meeting with his staff. Makes sense, I guess. He’ll be busy and - what?”

Bianca and Rebecca are staring me down, and you can practically see the gears shifting in their minds. 

“Why don’t we get you ready for this little rendezvous?” Bianca asks, rubbing her hands together like some evil villain. 

“But I’m not even going to see him,” You protest. “And I’m just going backstage! Nobody is going to see me.”

“Doubt it,” Rebecca states. “He just doesn’t want to freak you out. He’ll be there. I’m sure of it. And when he sees you...”

“He’ll think I look ridiculous!” You shout, staring at your reflection in the mirror with disgust. “This is horrible.”

Indeed, the gaudy red dress was a bit too much. Even the consultant of the shop appeared inclined to agree with you. 

“You’re right,” Leticia sighed. “Try on the next one.”

It hadn’t taken too much convincing to get you to go to the nearest dress store, you friends absolutely positive that you would see Namjoon tonight. When you did, he was sure to be dressed to the nine’s. You just didn’t want to look too out of place.

Casually formal.

If that’s a thing. 

So far, it’s been a nightmare trying to find a suitable dress. Most have been bordering on junior prom vibes, however you try to cling to hope as you try on the next dress. 

It’s a beautiful black dress with flowers stitched onto the lace overlay. The black slip falls to your knees, the overlay brushing against your calves.

When you exit the room, it’s easy to tell that this one is going to be the favorite. Especially once Rebecca chuckles under her breath. 

“Oh, he’s gonna freak.”

One purchase and makeover later, you smile at your reflection in the mirror. You went for a more natural look, your hair falling in gentle curls and light makeup bringing out your eyes. You’re just slipping on your shoes when you get a text from Namjoon.

Kim Namjoon 😱😍: Ok, I hope you’re still ok to meet up! I’m so sorry again. I’ll send over the link for your pass. They’ll just scan it at the main entrance and then again at entrance 3. Sound good?

You take a deep breath, looking to your friends for support. They nod encouragingly, Leticia clutching her keys. All four of you will drive over. Hopefully they’ll manage to keep you sane on the ride over.

Me: Sounds perfect. And really, don’t worry about it. It happens to the best of us.

You’ve barely gotten into the car when Namjoon sends you the link as well as another message. 

Kim Namjoon 😱😍: You know, if you leave right now there should be a few refreshments leftover from our staff. ;) Let me know when you get here!

“Oh, this man is going to be the death of me.”

The entire area where the Grammy’s are being held are packed with cars and fans clambering to get a look at their favorite celebrities on the red carpet. The red carpet interviews have only just begun, and you can’t help but wonder if Namjoon and the rest of the boys are out there already.

Smoothing out your dress, you can’t decide if you want them to be or not. Your heart is pounding from the overload of excitement and nerves. 

With shaking hands your extend the barcode Namjoon sent you to the security at the main entrance and again at the 3rd. Once the car has been parked, you send a message off to Namjoon letting him know that you’ve arrived. Chances are he’s on the red carpet and isn’t going to see it, but at least you did what he asked. 

“We’ll be right here when you’re finished!” Rebecca calls out as you clamber out of the car. You can’t help but laugh, feeling like a little kid being dropped off for school.

“You look freaking hot!” Bianca shouts, making you rush away and into the hallway crowded with people. 

You follow the signs plastered up on the walls, pointing you toward BTS. Hopefully there are some people that will know you’re coming-

“Joon, we’ve really got to get out there now,” a voice you recognize as J-hope drifts over to you as you make your way toward an open door. 

“I know,” Namjoon’s voice replies, and just like that your stomach is filled with butterflies tying impressive knots in your stomach. “But she just texted saying she’s here. I feel like it’s rude to just leave her to see the staff and not thank her in person.”

Jin’s voice is loud and clear. “Don’t lie to us. We all know that you just want to see her again. I’m starting to think you left your passport on purpose.”

You hold your breath, willing your cheeks to go back to a normal color. It does’t work. 

“Ok boys, 5 more minutes. Tops. You’ve really got to get going, people are waiting.” Someone says over their shoulder as they step out of the room. They’re eyes almost immediately land on you, going a little wide. “Oh, are you here with the passport?”

Everyone seems to quiet down inside of the room, but a few harsh whispers and some footsteps later Namjoon is popping his head out of the door. As soon as he sees you his eyes light up even as he turns a little red. 

“You made it!” He grins. “And wow. You look...”

You look down at your dress, fidgeting under the sudden attention. “A little out of place, I know. I didn’t know if it was ok to show up just in casual wear, so this is kinda what happened.”

Namjoon steps out into the hallway, and you swear you can hear Jungkook whining about how he wanted to see what’s happening. He’s quickly shushed by the others. 

You’re engulfed by that same smell as this morning, and it takes everything in your willpower not to close your eyes and breathe it in. Namjoon must have barely reapplied his cologne. 

“I was going to say you look stunning.” Now arriving just a step away from you, Namjoon smiles softly down at you. “Absolutely stunning.”

Your hands shake as you are at a loss for words, rummaging around your purse until you produce Namjoon’s passport. Staring at his tie and nowhere else, you extend it to him.

“H-here you go.”

As if trying to kill you right then and there, Namjoon’s fingers linger over your own as he takes the passport, quietly thanking you. “Um, this may sound a little strange but...”

You look up at him, a bit distracted by the way his hair is styled away from his face. Only a couple of thick strands kiss his forehead, making him look like he just stepped out of a novel. 

Namjoon’s eyes dance over your face, clearly displaying his nerves. At least you’re not the only one. 

“What is it?” You ask.

“Well, if you’re not busy tonight...would you maybe want to stay?” You barely stop yourself from passing out, digging your nails into your palm to ground yourself. Namjoon chews on the inside of his cheek. “Our staff have reserved seats by us, and we’re planning on ordering some food after-”

“Yes.” You blurt out the word before Namjoon can finish speaking, but he doesn’t mind. In fact, he looks positively relieved at your interruption. 

“Really?” He swallows, playing with his cufflinks even as he stares into your eyes. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything...”

You shake your head, but stop. “I would love to, but...I actually have my friends that dropped me off waiting for me in the parking lot. I can’t make them wait for me like that-”

Now Namjoon cuts you off. “They can come too! And invite them to eat with us after! Really, the more the merrier!”

You blink up at this man, completely floored. “But, they don’t have dresses.”

Checking a watch that you’re sure costs more than your entire year’s rent, Namjoon thinks for a moment before looking back at you. You can’t help but grin at the way his eyes sweep over your figure and face again. 

Bianca was right. You do look freaking hot.

“Do you think they could go change and be back within two hours?”

You mull it over, pulling your phone out and shooting off a text to Rebecca. “I bet they could, with the right motivation. But are you sure that’s alright?”

Namjoon smiles broadly at you. “Oh yeah. It’s more than alright.” He hesitates, rocking back on his heels. “So...you’ll stay?”

You return his smile. “I’ll stay.”

“Great!” Jin’s voice rings out into the hallway, making you jump. “Now will you bring her in here so we can warn her about how weird you are, Namjoon? We’ve only got so much time.”

Laughing at the expression of long-suffering on Namjoon’s face, you take the arm he extends to you. Before you walk through the door to meet the rest of the members, you lean up on your tippy-toes to whisper something to Namjoon. He cranes his neck, listening to your every word. 

"Thanks for losing your passport.”

Namjoon smiles sheepishly, and every thought eddies out of your brain as his adorable dimples make an appearance. “My pleasure.”

masterlist

[whereflowersbloom]

Dum Spiro Spero

The leader of the league of shadows and secrets was watching a beautiful creature bathing in sunlight. Shinning ebony hair catching each breath of early autumn’s glinting sunset, a tendril of her hair catching in the wind as it breaks free from an elaborated braid. Raven was kneeling in the garden, hands working the soil, to bring life, making new life grow. Some moments she stopped to enjoy the autumnal breeze on her face, staring into the distance as if caught in between this world and another.

Looking back Damian never thought he would have this. It had never been an option for him. His life was mostly filled with dangers, blood, threats and uncertainty. Wondering if he would live to see the next sunrise or survive enough to watch the following sunset. His life had been filled with hatred. Hatred towards a parent be believed had abandoned him, an enemy that murdered his loved ones who raised him. He did everything in his power to avenge them but he did not feel satisfaction or any kind of gratification after killing him. No. The emptiness did not fade away.

There were times where he was filled with so much regrets. Regret of rejecting his father and not believing in him, that he cared for him. Regret of the days he spent resenting his adoptive brothers for having the chance of a different life. Regret for not being able to love someone freely. Not until her.

The first time he saw her he couldn’t help but stare in awe. The same day Damian drew in his first breath of Gotham City air.

An eternity could have passed by in the blink of an eye, breath hitched in his throat, eyes quivering with strong emotion, heart hammering in his chest and yet he would have stared at the sight of her the rest of his days. For it was humanly impossible to get his eyes off of her. It was a view he had been starved of for eighteen years.

He stared because she was light.

She was home. Finally.

Porcelain skin, thick locks of raven hair, piercing, unearthly amethysts struck through his soul. And he felt alive, whole.

He had learned an important lesson. Life was too short, shorter if you’re an assassin, it was too precious. You could never waste a second of it, especially with the people closest to your heart. And he made a solemn promise to his family and himself. He decided to live without regret. To take the opportunities that life handed him and most importantly, he swore to himself that even no matter what happened in the past, the terrible things he had done, his faults and mistakes. He deserved to be happy.

That was five years ago.

It was easy to lurk in the shadows of the their house, a petite, cozy cottage close to the league’s headquarters. In the Kunlun mountains he had found a rustic little gem straight out of a Jane Austen or Charlotte Bronté novel, that was how Raven had described it. She had been working on the garden for eight months. There were now fragrant jasmine bushes and two apple trees, one almost completely covered by creamy white climbing roses, clusters of bluebells, foxgloves, pink Hibiscus flowers, pale lavender orchids, and the entire lawn was strewn with white and yellow daisies. In the shadows he knew he would not disturb her reverie. Yet he had been caught, luminous violet eyes wiser than her years cast to where he has hidden with a gentle smile that just pricked the corners of her mouth. “You know I can feel you staring, Damian. The intensity of your emotions is making me go weak.”

Damian couldn’t stop admiring his lover. Because the eyes that followed her were ones brimmed with love, adoration. Stepping into the sunlight, gently he helped her stand up, instinctively wrapping an arm around her waist. “You will never be weak, beloved. Not because of me or anyone.” Words were spoken softly, his other hand reaching to lift a white lily from the blooming bulbs bed and tucking it right behind her ear. Not too far off in the distance the radiant sun continued arching low in the sky reading to say goodbye and allowing the sky to welcome the moon and stars.

One of his long, tanned hands, cupped her face with delicacy, her body aching desperately for his touch. He placed his remaining hand over her chest. She was aware that Damian could feel the rapid pulse of her heart through skin. “Thought you’re stronger than any other living creature in this universe. There is strength in your goodness, as much as there is in steel and fire.” His emerald eyes were filled with so much joy, so much warmth and devotion, it was endless, everflowing.

Raven barely thought she was breathing, willing her unruly heart to ease a fraction, soothe down its beating instead of racing even after all these years together. Damian gently kissed her temple and murmured against her rosy cheek in a low voice that made goosebumps rise on her tender flesh. “Do you know why I fell in love with you?”

She licked her lips and pretended to think about it for a moment. “Because I said you were insufferable our first meeting.” She teased. As much as his presence annoyed her at first, she had come to feel comfortable around him, safe, content. The feelings she had tried to contain became harder and harder to ignore. Slowly, he carved himself into her heart, something she did not have a name for took root. Every time he saw him, heart fluttered in her chest like a child, and everytime he smiled at her...oh Azar she couldn’t take the clash of ardent emotions. After that something inside her began to loosen, shift, to change. She had been a fool, deceiving herself it was nothing more than friendship.

Everything changed for them and she was infinitely thankful both had put in the effort to help each other overcome their fears. They only required a little push from Dick at the beginning, because both were impossibly stubborn.

Damian chuckled audibly. It was a fascinating sound she thought to herself. His hand trailed along her collarbone, enjoying the smooth texture of her ivory skin, grasping the side of her face. Green orbs bored into violet constellations. He spoke firmly and his features hardened slightly. There was a battle raging behind his green gaze, like he was desperately fighting something inside him. His past. “You did not judge me for my past actions, for the assassin I was raised to be. I was coated in blood, spent my days destroying and taking lives. And yet you found goodness in me.” His deep voice was rough and cracked just a bit.

She had given him five years worth of smiles, laughter, love and so much more. Filling the void inside him after losing his grandfather and mother. She had lifted him up. Damian would never let her go. He refused to. How could he?

“Dum spiro spero.” He breathed, heart thundering in his chest.

He did not have tell her its definition. She knew the meaning of the phrase. She blinked in surprise, her mind automatically translated it. While I breath, I hope.

Interlacing his hand with hers, entwined like a vine to tree, he swallowed hard before continuing. “You are my hope, Raven. When I look at you I see hope.” Raven was this incredible force which had burrowed itself so deeply within him being that there would be no uprooting it. Never.

She found herself voiceless, giving time for his words to sink in. Then she did not have to think about her responses for more than a second. She knew exactly what she wanted to say.

Raven held his gaze, unwavering, for another minute before speaking. “I know you really look at me and see me for who I am and I hope you know, I will always look at you and I will see someone who despite seeing the worst of it all, is still kind, good, a generous and compassionate soul.”

The raw emotion swimming in his eyes made her want to embrace him for eternity. He loved her. He loved her more than she ever imagined. She felt her own eyes watering, tears running down her cheeks which Damian wiped away with careful motions.

“I would love to be your hope until the end of my days.” She whispered voice thick with emotion, forehead pressed against his. His skin was warmer than hers, she let herself submerge in the lingeringly tender contact. Unable to hold back anymore Damian kissed her ferociously, with starved lips, pouring all his words and feelings into the caress. Squeezing her frame against his, wishing for any distance to vanish, anything that would keep them apart.

“I love you.” He whispered in the most intimate of ways against her mouth.

Damian took her in his arms, carrying her and not wasting time, making his way inside the small cottage. They were two souls in love, hearts beating the same tune, in perfect synchrony.

Happy birthday chromie 🙈🙈🙈❤️❤️❤️

This small oneshot is dedicated to @chromium7sky my closest friend in the fandom.

I hope you all like it though. @tweepunkgrl @alerialblu @andthendk @ravenfan1242 @carnationmilk @bourniebna @srose-foxfire @sofiii

[slasherwife]

(I was originally thinking of Michael Myers for that ask, but honestly any slasher you see fit to add would also be a treat to read 💕)

aww kk! 💕 (i literally love this idea here u go uWu 🥺💖💖)

“Sharp as knives...”

RZ!MichaelxReader

by jena marie

Summary:

Y/n just seems too badass and lethal for anyone in Haddonfield, except for one man. She signs her fate unknowingly when she snaps a pervert in half at the bar. Just like that, Michael wants her. xD warnings: cussing and a wee bit of violence :) also michael being a total stalker but what were we expecting

Her eyes were piercing. Sharp and direct as knives. It was like she looked right through you. She wore eyeliner that made them darker than they already were, and her hair flowed like a waterfall as she walked the streets. When she was angry, her voice could cut metal, and she never showed her teeth unless she was snarling.

Michael was in love. He though she resembled something of a feral wolf, and yet she was such a tiny little thing. One time she went into 7/11 for cigarettes, and her tshirt was so large that the shoulder-sleeves went past her elbows, and the bottom reached her mid-thigh. Her shorts barely showed, and her hair was in a messy bun. He watched her the entire time, practically glowing with dominance over the whole vicinity even though he was nowhere to be seen. He was there for her only. He was going to be the ultimate nightmare to anyone who gave her so much as a wrong look.

One time he got close enough to see her wrists, and how easily he could snap them within his grip. Once he could see her slender neck, and imagined how perfectly it would pulse around his long, thick fingers. He wanted to feel that, and yet the thought of harming her brought him anguish.

Today was hotter than normal, and Michael sought shade in the pine trees as usual. It was quiet in there and no person thought to go wandering, so that was his home for now.

There she was again. Her languid steps and flowing hair, bounced as she walked with purpose to the new bar that had opened up a few months ago. Michael watched, eyes cracked and predatory, his gaze on her pretty little form.

She was getting closer. Her form growing, although not so much due to the height of this pretty girl.

Michael wanted to sneer at how tiny she looked up close, and was too caught up in his fantasies to notice that she caught sight of his face in the bushes, and was making her way to him.

Her eyes were piercing, sharp, direct. They cut through Michael and he loved it. He never wanted to look away from the sheer power she radiated. They were e/c. Beautiful, like gems, against the glow of hell within them.

Then she was still. And they stood five feet apart.

“Have you been following me?” Her voice wasn’t sharp, it wasn’t threatening, nor did it sound frightened or shaky. It stood tall, and Michael couldn’t read her expression. It was a blank page.

Michael nodded slowly, not emitting any sound whatsoever. It was deathly quiet.

“Why?”

She wanted to know if he wanted to hurt her. Maybe he wanted to take her forcefully against a tree or on the asphalt against the dark sky.

Michael didn’t reply. He only stared. It was something intense, brooding, large. The gaze, Michael’s usually and most casual look, emitted danger, darkness, and sadism. It was something that you didn’t want to come near, let alone be in the view of. And yet she didn’t even flinch. She didn’t even blink. They’re gazes we’re locked, like two lions trying to intimidate each other.

Then, Michael wanted to see something. He wanted to see her reaction. He reached out, and grabbed her wrist, his rough hands scratching against her soft skin. He pulled her towards her, to which she obliged with a blank face, and he could finally smell her scent.

She smelled like an oak forest, peppermint, and jasmine. He could smell her perfume and her shampoo.

Y/n caught his scent too. He smelled like every dark thought she had ever had, every sinful desire, every morbid feeling— and yet so sweet.

He dug his fingers into her hair, something that seemed rough to Y/n, but bliss to Michael.

“I have to go.” She said, an edge to her voice that Michael couldn’t name, and his grip tightened. He seemed to growl. The sound echoed, and it swallowed her.

Michael then let go, and the girl stumbled backwards. Then it showed on her face, giving Michael a sense of satisfaction. She wasn’t scared, but she looked up at his in awe. How morbid, how dark, how beautiful it is to experience a scratch of his impulses and want more.

Michael stepped back, disappearing into the pines like a ghost.

The guitar was loud, blaring in the dark lit room, the bass shook the floor, and Y/n was having the time of her life. A man from the bar licked his lips with predatory eyes and Michael was already aware. He was internally shaking at the thought of competition. Then again, when does he ever lose?

The man with messy hair contained within a dirty baseball cap rose from his chair, and stalked drunkenly over to her. Michael seethed, as he watched through the small window of the staff-only room of the bar with the manager strangled dead on the floor behind him. He growled a guttural and animalistic growl, and watched with eyes aflame and murderous.

She strummed, making her guitar wail in a fit of rhyme and rythme, and she never wanted to stop. She didn’t even notice the poor man until he felt her up from behind her. She initially pushed him away slightly and absentmindedly, too caught up in her trance of music and being drunk on rhythm.

Her attention was snagged like a skirt on a thorn bush when the man grabbed onto her and her guitar, making the music stutter to a stop with unwelcome hands on her body.

Rage in her body bubbled up and exploded like an active volcano. She was in such a shaking, violent, overwhelming rage that she wasn’t just seeing red, she was seeing black spots in her vision.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Michael watched in awe as her fist flew to his nose, and the man fell back with a spray of blood from his nose. He clutched it in a pitiful yelp, followed by another pained yell as she, this tiny, petite girl roundhouse kicks him in the ball-sack and he fell to the floor.

“Fucking prick!” She spat, and she whipped her head away from the pitiful excuse for a man keening on the ground, practically immobile. She wiped her nose and fixed her clothing, then sighed, trying to keep her heart rate under control.

Michael was amazed. He was smitten. Yes— The Shape, Michael Myers, was smitten, taken aback, and extremely turned on. He didn’t understand why he felt this way over someone so insignificant, and yet he couldn’t turn himself away. The way she didn’t hesitate to temporarily maim him sent a delicious feeling throughout Michael’s body because it was like she was begging to be tamed. This lone wolf, feral and unpredictable, was undeserved to almost every man alive. Every man alive didn’t have the hands strong enough to carry her crown, but Michael does. And he will.

Her eyes were closed, trying to compose herself when an alarm was pulled, and it was blaring in the ears of everyone.

Police had showed up because one of the employees discovered the body of the manager in the back, and Y/n had her suspicions, and she was smart enough to know soon who the man in the pines was— and she knew.

She knew what would become of her and him, all that was due now was time.

i hope u liked ittt 💕💕

[cloverfics]

birthday wishes ; keigo takami

warnings reader’s birthday, club setting, implied drinking, slight swearing, and flirty!hawks

genre modern au, suggestive ( ig )

word count 1.5k

inspiration my ✨ imagination ✨

synopsis with it being your birthday, you’re aware of the gifts you’ll get. but the last thing you expect is for a generous, handsome man to make your night

You blew out your candles as your friends hit the last notes to your happy birthday song. They cheered, a few taking pictures while the others had their flash right in your face for video memory.

“Our girl’s finally 21! How’s it feel, ___?” Your friend closest to you, Jasmine, nudged your shoulder.

You hummed. Taking the candles out of your cake. “I don’t feel any different. Just can say I drink at the legal age, I guess.” You sneered, garnering a slap on the shoulder from Jasmine.

Spending your 21st at a high priced club was certainly not your idea. You would’ve settled for shots and cake at your apartment but your friends shot down that idea before you could even finish. Settling for your local ( and go to ) bar was something you also would’ve been down to do. But, of course, they insisted you all needed to be at the best in your city for your birthday.

You appreciated it. Especially since they all collectively covered the table. But the lights and music were starting to get to you. You had done your fair share of dancing, fair share of drinking, fair share of talking. Now, you just wanted to go home and sleep off that drinking portion of the night.

“Don’t tell me you getting tired,” On the opposite side of the table, your other friend deadpanned. Having the rest follow with a chorus of complaints and whines.

You held your hands up in defense. “My head is spinning and I want to be in my warm bed. Is that too much to ask for?”

Another friend countered. “Yes when I spent my whole paycheck to cover part of the table, hoe.” You snorted at her response.

“Fine. I just need something to get me back into...” You were saying as you brought your glass of water to your lips. But as your gaze drifted acrossing the seating area, your eyes locked with a pair of hazel ones. Hazel eyes that belonged to a very handsome man. And for some reason that handsome man was staring at you.

If your glass had been any closer you’re sure you would’ve choked. But you just placed it down and quickly averted your view to your friend group.

“Are you alright?” Jasmine cocked an eyebrow at your sudden flustered appearance.

“Hot guy at 3 o’clock.” Your whispered through teeth. Jasmine eyes circled into saucers as she tried her best to be discreet.

“Oh blondie. He’s hot. He’s been watching you like a hawk ever since we got our table though.” She admitted nonchalantly before taking a sip from your drink.

Your jaw fell ajar. “And you didn’t care to tell me!” You whisper-shouted.

“I’m just suprised you haven’t noticed.” Jasmine laughed. You shook your head. Your curiousity took over you and you let your eyes flicker back to his table. Your chest fell in relief seeing as he was making conversation with a waiter.

But your anxiety levels rose again when said waiter was beelining for your table right after talking to hazel. The waiter had caught your whole table’s attention.

“Is something wrong?” One of your friends immediately inquired.

“Ah! No, Mister Keigo would like to know if he could take over the bill of this party.” You physically paused, along with your friends.

“Who?” The waiter answered your friend’s question with a point of his pen to where hazel or better yet, Mister Keigo, was seated in mid coversation with one of his tablemates.

You gulped. “He insisted?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Before you could refuse the offer, Jasmine cut in. “Tell him thank you!” Your eyes widened but none of your other friends seemed to argue.

“But—” her hand slapped over your mouth.

“Thank you.” She iterated.

The waiter nodded and made his way back towards Mister Keigo’s table. Your table sat in shock, similar looks on their faces.

“A hot guy paying for your table bill? He wants you.” Your friend opposite from you proclaimed. This time you actually choked. Your hand smacked Jasmine’s hand away from you.

“He does not!”

“He so does.” They all mused.

You scoffed, a slight pout on your face. “I feel bad.”

“Here you go,” Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Just accept the sweet offer, ___.”

“I am, but I feel like I need to thank him.” You glanced over to his table to where he was obviously signing something from the waiter. Most likely your bill.

Jasmine smacked her hand on your shoulder. “Then do that. While you’re at it see if he’ll take you home, I bet he wants some birthday cake if you catch my drift...”

Your friends laughed as you glared at Jasmine. “I will only be saying thank you then taking my leave.” You peeled her hand from your shoulder, shuffling from your seat at the booth.

“Don’t act like you don’t want him!” She called while you were already a couple feet from the table.

You didn’t, right? You tried to convince yourself that. You weren’t the type to do hook ups or sleep with strangers. But with every step you took closer to the V.I.P section, the pit in your stomach dug deeper. You knew his eyes were following you. It sent chills down your spine. But you continued to stride to the velvet rope and buffed security guy who held said rope.

“And you are?” He asked.

You stammered, opening your mouth while no words came from it. Your hope of thanking him started to slip but then a voice cut in.

“She’s with me, Vince.” You both simultaneously looked over to who it came from. And lo and behold, Mister Keigo in all his glory saving your ass from being booted from his section.

“You sure, Mister Keigo?” He strode over, clad in a sleek black suit, his sharp honey eyes fixated on your figure. You looked away, you barely knew him and he already had an effect on you.

“Now why would I ever lie, Vince?” His voice fit him so well. His tone that toed into teasing territory nearly made you shudder.

“Alright, lady.” You pursed your lips as the velvet rope was opened for you. Taking the opportunity to step past it and land in front of Mister Keigo.

Your eyes still fought for whether you should try to hold eye contact with him or just stare at the floor.

“Looking for me?” He asked. You squeezed your eyes shut, starting to heat up in embarrassment when you simply nodded.

His laughter is what had your eyes flicker up to meet his for the third time tonight. He basically towered you, he was intimidating. But something about him also made it clear that he was chill.

Maybe it was the way he spoke. Or just how you got a slither of the way he carries himself.

“Well?” He lifted an eyebrow, a smirk etched on his face.

“I-I just wanted to thank you for paying the bill, Mister-”

“Ah,” he interrupted you. “Call me Keigo, I don’t mind.”

“Really?” You thought back to what the waiter and security guard referred to him as.

He nodded, his blonde locks shifting a bit. “Completely fine with me.”

“Oh, okay. Well, I just wanted to thank you. There was no need, I appreciate it.” You finally got what you wanted to say out. Internally sighing in relief and victory.

Keigo smiled. “No problem. Just consider it a birthday gift from me, yea?”

“Ye-yea, of course.” You nodded. You didn’t know what to say. Here you were, talking to one of the prettiest guys you’ve ever seen, who had pay for your bill like it was nothing.

“No problem...” Keigo titled his head as he trailed off.

“Oh! It’s ___, call me ___.”

“___.” He hummed. “What a pretty name. It fits you perfectly, in my opinion.” The way he lifted his eyebrow nearly made your knees buckle underneath you.

“Ah, thank you. But are you sure there’s no way I can repay you?” It was out of your control how your tone automatically borderlined on lustful. His presence made you feel hot. And his mesmerizing gaze didn’t help.

Keigo smiled devilishly, leaning forward a bit, a few inches from your face. “Is there anything you had in mind, Miss ___?”

Your breath got caught in your throat. You could practically hear your friends squealing from the other side of the room.

“It would be up to you to pick wouldn’t it?” You tried to best to match his energy. But he was so smooth. Keigo laughed, it was deeper this time while there was this particular glint in his eyes.

“Is that so?” Having no rebuttle, you nodded again. Silently letting him win.

Keigo stood upstraight again. “Here,” he took a napkin from a nearby table. Quickly asking to borrow a pen from a passing waiter.

“We can discuss it over the phone, if that’s fine with you?”

Your eyes followed as he wrote his digits down, his name in nice print right above it. “Yea. That’s fine.” You answered like you were in some trance.

“Great. I’ll be looking forward to it.” He handed you the napkin. You took that as your signal to head back to your section.

“I’ll make sure not to lose this then...” You smiled, walking away slowly but surely. With another one of his entrancing smirks, you turned around. Releasing a deep sigh before reaching Vince. But before you could exit through that velvet rope.

Keigo’s voice hit your ears again.

“Oh! And happy birthday.”

[sciatu]

VICOLI IN SICILIA - Cefalù, Mazzara, Ortigia, Geraci Taormina, Castebuono

Forse quando eri bambino è capitato anche a te di avere coscienza di chi eri giocando lungo una strada. A me è successo cosi, lungo la strada che passando davanti alla nostra casa portava dalla curva che ostruiva la vista verso il mare, alla grande piazza dove la chiesa non faceva vedere i grandi monti verso cui la strada saliva. Lungo la strada io giocavo osservandola mutare con le stagioni e con le ore del giorno. Le grandi nubi gravide di pioggia e di sabbia del deserto, i contadini con il gilet di velluto e la coppola in testa a cavallo delle loro giumente arabe, le lunghe processioni con la banda musicale che piangeva di dolore, l silenzio irreale dei funerali, le moto chiassose come una festa, i venditori ambulanti con il loro canto monotone ed uguale, le macchine, gli animali che passavano indifferenti a noi umani, il passeggio delle ragazze seguite dai chiassosi ragazzi, l’odore del vino nuovo che ribolliva nelle botti, il sentore acre delle olive spremute, la carezza del profumo dei gelsomini nelle notti d’agosto, di tutto questo inconsapevolmente vivevo felice. Di una felicità primordiale e pura. Poi tutto cambiò, lasciai la strada. Allora d’improvviso fu il silenzio grande quanto un deserto, fatto di rumori che non capivo, profumi che non sentivo. Conobbi il bruciore dell’ansia, l’incertezza delle parole, il silenzio delle stanze, lenzuola fredde, attese inutili, giorni come le notti senza colori e sapori.

Poi sentii la Voce.

Non era la Voce di un Dio o di un diavolo, né quella delle cose o dei fantasma, non era la voce della nostalgia o della malinconia che d’amaro ricopre l’anima. Era la mia voce da bambino che dentro me parlava, diceva e raccontava. Quando l’ascoltavo ero ancora nella mia strada, nell’agrumeto dove i fiori sembravano stelle o nell’opulenza della vigna, lungo il torrente a cercare i granchi sotto i sassi levigati, nel frusciate delle felci sugli altopiani del bosco, nell’odore del sangue degli animali uccisi, nei tuoni che scuotevano il bosco, nel vagliare ritmico del grano, nel fuoco che urlava nel forno a legna, nel gocciolare dei tetti dopo la pioggia, nell’ urlare disperato dei vivi che piangevano i morti. E la voce diceva che io ero tutto questo, che potevo visitare ogni angolo del mondo, ma io restavo tutto questo, perché ne ero sua parte. Sono, sua atomica parte.

E la Voce mi parla sempre, racconta, canta, recita, è la cornice di ogni mia emozione, è le ali dei miei amori o dei miei sogni, è la maga che evoca e la madre che prega, ama ed odia e non mi lascia mai. Io, prima, non la capivo e lei mi seguiva sempre come ombra delle mie sensazioni e dove lei iniziava a dire, li il mondo, le persone, le cose, avevano un altro senso, la vita stessa aveva un'altra realtà. Ora io la seguo, ne capisco la forza e la seduzione, ne cerco il suono, scrivo il suo dire e con esso nutro il giorno e la notte, perché questo suo continuo andare di parola in parola è ormai la strada in cui ero cresciuto.

Forse è capitato anche a te di crescere in un luogo dove il mondo e la vita fluivano ora in un senso, ora in un altro e in questo continuo mutate e provarti, hai scoperto il senso di chi eri, hai sentito nascere in te una Voce eguale alla mia. Sarà sicuramente così perché se sei arrivato fino a qui ad ascoltarla, vuol dire che la mia Voce, è la tua.

Maybe when you were a child it happened to you too to be aware of who you were playing along a street. This is how it happened to me, along the road that, passing in front of our house, led from the curve that obstructed the view towards the sea, to the large square where the church did not show the great mountains towards which the road went up. Along the way I used to play watching the street change with the seasons and with the hours of the day. The great clouds pregnant with rain and sand of the desert, the peasants in velvet vests and flat caps riding their Arab mares, the long processions with the musical band crying with pain, the unreal silence of the funerals, the motorbikes noisy like a party, the street vendors with their monotonous and equal song, the cars, the animals that passed indifferent to us humans, the walk of the girls followed by the noisy boys, the smell of new wine bubbling in the barrels, the acrid scent of squeezed olives, the caress of the scent of jasmine in August nights, I unknowingly lived happily of all this. Of a primordial and pure happiness. Then everything changed, I left the road. Then suddenly there was silence as big as a desert, made of noises that I did not understand, scents that I did not hear. I knew the burning of anxiety, the uncertainty of words, the silence of the rooms, cold sheets, useless waiting, days like nights without colors and flavors.

Then I heard the Voice.

It was not the Voice of a God or a devil, nor that of things or ghosts, it was not the voice of nostalgia or melancholy that covers the soul with bitterness. It was my child's voice that spoke, said and told inside me. When I listened to it I was still in my street, in the citrus grove where the flowers looked like stars or in the opulence of the vineyard, along the stream looking for crabs under the smooth stones, in the rustle of the ferns on the woodlands, in the smell of blood of the killed animals, in the thunder that shook the wood, in the rhythmic sifting of the wheat, in the fire that screamed in the wood-burning oven, in the dripping of the roofs after the rain, in the desperate screaming of the living who mourned the dead. And the voice said that I was all of this, that I could visit every corner of the world, but I remained all this, because I was part of it. I am, its atomic part.

And the Voice always speaks to me, tells, sings, recites, it is the frame of all my emotions, it is the wings of my loves or my dreams, it is the sorceress who evokes and the mother who prays, loves and hates and does not leave me. never. Before, I did not understand her and she always followed me as a shadow of my feelings and where she began to say, there the world, people, things, had another meaning, life itself had another reality. Now I follow her, I understand her strength and seduction, I look for her sound, I write her words and with it I nourish the day and the night, because this constant going from word to word is now the street where I grew up .

Perhaps it also happened to you to grow up in a place where the world and life flowed now in one direction, now in another and in this continuous change and try yourself, you discovered the meaning of who you were, you felt a Voice being born in you same as mine. It will surely be like this because if you have come this far to listen to it, it means that my Voice is yours.

[polin-erospsyche]

The prompt number 16 is quite interesting lol 16. “Control your anger or you’ll have me to worry about.” Choose the ship/character you like :)

Hello! Ok, there are literally zero reasons as to why it took me a year to write this bloody thing except maybe that I had some not fun moments and also this literally never could have been written if I hadn’t waited this long. I don’t know if you’ll read it. You’ve probably forgotten about this in all fairness but if you do read it I hope you like it. 

Also taking this opportunity to thank everyone for following me. I’m at 400 followers! This is insane. I’m not sure why you’re all following tbh but to celebrate I forced myself to finish this long overdue fic, hope you like it! Also disclaimer: I love all of the characters from TLH. I am aware of the existing debate around Matthew and Alastair and my writing in here does not represent my point of view. But I I decided to represent Matthew and his view in this way for story telling purpose. Please don’t come at me with gun blazing. If you do wanna talk, we can, but in peace 😊💕

Somewhere Where Our Shadows Meet, It Feels Like Coming Home - 

a Fairdale one-shot (is that even their brotp name???) 

This was the fifth time James was rereading the passage of the book he had picked up. It was no use. Each time he finished the page he had already forgotten the beginning. His mind was foggy with a multitude of thoughts. Thoughts about Lucie and her strange dalliance with a boy who used to be a ghost, about Grace which inevitably led to unsolicited questions on his own identity, and, as much as he tried not to think about it, thoughts of Matthew and Cordelia. He really did not enjoy these last kinds of thoughts. He couldn’t help but imagine what kind of relationship could have blossomed between the two during their trip to Paris. He knew how Matthew felt, but when it came to Cordelia, he had no single clue. He constantly wondered as to whether she hated or loved him. Daring to hope that he hadn’t ruined everything. Just for that hope to vanish the next second because there was no possible way he did not ruin it. And even if ever decided to ask her, he would have no idea how to approach the topic without sounding like an arrogant bastard.  

James let out a long breath, rolling his shoulders, trying to let go of the tension. He was pretty sure that if he ventured to look at himself in the mirror that was hung above the chimney, he would see huge dark circles beneath his eyes. Circles which color could rival the color of London’s night sky. A result of many nights plagued by bad dreams and worry. During some of those sleepless nights, James had gone to Cordelia’s room. The first time it was under the pretext of looking for books. Her room had been full of her personal belongings. A bottle of perfume on her vanity table, an evening dress carefully laid out on the chaise longue, a copy of Majun and Layla on her bedside table. So many little pieces of who Cordelia was scattered in a room she had run away from. She hadn’t been back to Curzon street since that night. Upon arriving in London, she had decided to move back with her mother using the excuse of the soon-to-be new baby’s arrival. James kept going to her home though, eventually admitting to himself that he did so because of the smell of Jasmin that lingered. It was the closest thing he had to a semblance of her presence in the house. It was a soft smell that grounded him. It was also a heady smell that reminded him of the sweetness he had lost.

He shook himself out of thoughts of her. Something he had gotten quite good at to be fair, considering how many times he thought of her in the span of a day. Pushing himself up from the table he was leaning against, he closed the book he was reading, giving up on understanding it, and made his way to the window. Outside the sky was tinged in pastel colors drawing the day to a close. James would slowly make his way back home. He would rehash the day, come up with new plans to wake his sister from her deep sleep, find out that these plans would fail again come morning, and finally decide that he would need to eat a bite because going to bed with an empty stomach was just not advisable. His parents had offered for him to stay at the Institute with them but James had refused. He preferred the calm and silence of Curzon Street. He found that the bittersweet cloak that covered his house was, in some ways, almost reassuring. Maybe he was going insane. Just when he was ready to go bid his goodnight to his family, he heard the doors of the library open wide behind him and slammed shut again.

“Did you know?” Matthew growled. James might have thought that he himself had gone slightly deranged chasing down the smell of Jasmin throughout his home, but at least he did not look half as unhinged as Matthew looked right this instant. Matthew’s eyes were wide, his pupils dilated, and his fist clenched so tight his knuckles were turning white.

“Are you alright?” James asked, keeping an even tone.

“Did you know?”

“Know what?”

Matthew took a few strides in James’ direction. His stare holding James’ gaze in place as if daring James to contrary him. “Did you know about Thomas?”

“Um yes,” James nodded, a sly smile playing on his lips. “I do know Thomas.” At that Matthew narrowed his eyes and almost seemed as if he was trying hard not to grind his teeth. Noted. Attempts at humor and alleviating the situation were not going to work. “What about him?” James tried again. His smile replaced by a serious gaze.

“Did you know about Alastair?” Matthew asked, almost spatting out Alastair’s name.

James took a few steps back, reinstating the much-needed personal space for such a conversation. James did know about Alastair, but only because Thomas had looked so miserable and James had pried so insistently that Thomas had had no choice but to give up his well-kept secret. James had understood, sometimes you couldn’t choose who you fell in love with. Sometimes you fell in love with something that only you saw in the other person. Love was usually shrouded in mystery this way, best not to question how it worked. Obviously, by the look of things, Matthew did not agree.

“Please sit down,” James pointed to one of the green velvet armchairs. “I’ll pour you a drink.” James said, making his way to the stash of liquor in one of the dark wooden commodes. James had always wondered what kind of people, for what kind of situation kept alcohol in the library of all rooms. It always seemed to him that a secret stash of tea would have been more appropriate. Now he understood what kind of situation required people to put alcohol in every room, even if it was just one abandoned bottle of Parkmore. “Is Whiskey alright?” James turned his head in Matthew’s direction.

“So you knew?” Matthew answered, seemingly in a staring competition with the mustard yellow wallpaper in front of him. “He told you?”

Whiskey it would be for a total lack of all other present choices James thought as he started to pour a glass.

Matthew kept going on his verbal onslaught towards the wallpaper. In all fairness mustard yellow was a color that could potentially enrage everyone. “How can he? It’s Alastair that we are talking about. It’s not as if there wasn’t any other man in London that Thomas couldn’t have a fling for.”

James very much doubted that a fling could start to describe Thomas’s feelings for Alastair. However, seeing how Matthew was nearly spitting out every single one of his words, he thought it safer not to share this piece of information.

“Matthew, please calm down and control your anger or you’ll have me to worry about.” James handed the glass to Matthew, which he waved away.

“No, thank you. I don’t drink.”

James squinted. “Since when?”

“Since Paris.”

James couldn’t help but feel a pinch in his chest at the mention of Paris. Paris city of lights, city of lovers. An escape his friend had taken with the only girl James had ever, truly, loved since he was barely old enough to understand the concept. It was a wondrous thing how much pain a single word could hold.

“What a strange place to decide to stop drinking.” James took a sip of the honey-colored liquid, trying to hide his hurt to the best of his ability.

“Cordelia asked me to. That was her condition for coming with me.”

James did not want to go in the general direction of a conversation that involved Cordelia. Especially not if that conversation was with Matthew. He had written a letter. James had understood. He slightly had the urge to strangle his best friend for going with her; for loving her; he did not quite know. But that was it. They hadn’t spoken of Paris nor of Cordelia together and that was for the best. Neutral conversations were for the best, they could avoid the hurt and the blame, and if James let it come to that again who knew what would be next. Yet he couldn’t help but ask.

“Why did you leave?”

Matthew turned to James, his anger receding ever so slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” A beat, a choice to either keep going or retreat before it is too late. A beat, a choice to see where this could go “why did you go to Paris?”

“You owe me an answer first. Did you know about Alastair?”

“Yes.”  

“How could you not tell me?”

“You weren’t here Matthew.” James’ voice almost broke, almost. “How was I supposed to tell you anything?”

James had wanted to throw so much more at Matthew’s face. Throw words that he wouldn’t be able to take back. He had been feeling so alone. So utterly lost after Grace’s admission. After Cordelia’s departure. He had needed his best friend. He had wanted to tell him so much, to figure it all out with him. To have Matthew hold him at times when he didn’t know if he could hold it up together and tell him, simply, that he believed in him. But Matthew hadn’t been in London. He had been in Paris. Happy. With Cordelia.

“And you accept it?” Matthew asked, carefully studying James.

“I guess it depends on what we are talking about. In any case,” James turned away from the fireplace to look at his friend. “why are you so against it if it makes Thomas happy?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because Alastair doesn’t deserve to be loved?”

“Maybe it is more about deserving a second chance rather than deserving of love. Maybe it is about getting a chance to fix your mistakes. Surely no one is worthless of that.”

“Sometimes the mistakes are too big to fix.” Matthew shrugged, breaking eye contact.

“Is that why you ran away?” The question was asked so softly as if asked any louder and James would be terrified to see Matthew run away again. James wasn’t sure he could bear it, no matter how much frustration towards Matthew he still felt.  

“I didn’t run.” Matthew shook his head. His gaze far and distant as if in another land, in a shadow realm. “I took a train, there’s a difference. And I left because of Cordelia.”

James had an inkling he hadn’t left because of Cordelia but rather Cordelia had followed in a desperate pursuit to drown both of their sorrows in the glamour of a city like Paris. After all, Paris was so similar to Matthew, it was no wonder he had chosen it. At the surface, both were golden and shining like a polished jewel box. Once that jewel box was open, however, shadows, pain, and sadness would pour out like a damn breaking loose.

“I never thought you’d try to run away from me.” James knelt in front of Matthew, his knees landing on the soft midnight blue carpet. “That one day, I’d become a part of the shadows that you try to outrun.”

Matthew turned around so fast and reached for James’ face. His green eyes were darker than usual. “You’re not my shadows, Jamie Bach. You’re my home. You are the reason why I still believe I’m worth being forgiven for.” He said those words like a damned man dying for a confession, following blindly a faith he held so dear to his heart, hoping that that faith could be his saving grace. James understood that he had become that faith.

“Forgiven for what?” James asked.  

“I can’t tell you.”

“It’s me, Matthew. What is so bad that you cannot tell me?”

“I can’t tell you because I’m afraid. I need you to stay with me. I need you to believe that I am good, even if it means that you believe in a lie.”

“Matthew …”

“If you keep choosing me and believing in me,” Matthew interrupted. If he couldn’t finish now, he never would. “then maybe I can believe that I am no monster.”

“You are not a monster, you are my parabatai.”

James felt like they were back on that bridge, at night, so close to being let in in Matthew’s secrets. Back then James hadn’t been in control of himself, he hadn’t known what was happening to him. He had lost his chance. It would not happen again. It could not happen again. James was so tired of walking a frayed rope line with Matthew, guessing at hinted truths. Being someone’s constant north took work and time and effort but because it was Matthew, James could do it. He would always do it and he needed Matthew to know that as clearly as they both knew that one day would come when they would both cross the other side together. Because after all, that was what it had always been about. Despite shadows and lies and deceptions and miscommunication, they would always be together. So James continued.  

“Do you know what that means? It means that I made a promise to you. I said entreat me not to leave thee, for wither thou goest, I will go. If aught but death part thee and me. I will not leave. No matter what you’ve done, I will stand by you, because that is the choice that I have made. That I still make. There is not a thing in this world that you could have done that would make me stop loving you, calon fy enaid.”

Matthew looked up at James and teased “Does that mean that you accept my feelings for Cordelia?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I must say, I don’t think I’m her type. It’s a pity, really.” Some strands of Matthew’s hair fell in his eyes as he shook his head. James could see the old Matthew again. The carefree one that balanced out his own shadows so well. The one he would choose and forgive a thousand times over because he too was his home.

“Matthew.”

“All right, all right.” Matthew threw his hands up in a mock gesture of surrender. “I just … wish you could promise that I would not lose you.”

“I promise.”

“You can’t promise something you don’t know.” Matthew said before he started to talk about his own misbeliefs that had led to a terrible accident. James listened and did not judge and stayed long in the night after Matthew had said everything that had weighted so heavy on his heart for so long. And somewhere, under the warm light of oil lamps and next to a warm fire, the frayed rope between the two started to mend and James could only describe the feeling as one of coming home.  

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Cat and Mouse (M)

Plot: Meeting Johnny had been an accident but the night you’d spent with him wasn’t. Now that he’s had a taste of you there was no way he was going to let you go.

A/N: @lovejohnnvsuh​ gave me this idea. It’s not very good but please be kind :D.

Warnings!: Unprotected sex, a little angst I guess, that bisexual agenda (if you squint). Mafia Au so mentions of violence.

Requests are open!!

This is my fav gif of him , my god!

Word count: 3463

The mission had been pretty simple you were just to take out one target and walk away like nothing had happened it should have ended well but, you hadn’t counted on Eunwoo being as smart as he was psychotic.

Neo zone was an upmarket bar owned by NCT, in the centre of the city. Anybody who was anybody hung out there and that was meant to be where you’d end your target’s short, crime-filled life.

It had been a summer night, the air still warmed by the setting sun but not as heavily as it had been during the day. The cool air carrying the promise of an eventful night.

The feeling of smooth satin rubbed against your body as you walked through the club confidently. The thrum of heavy noise music mixing perfectly with the swaying bodies on the dance floor, you fell into step with them perfectly aware of the eyes watching you; smirking when you caught your target’s eye.  Not noticing the other eyes that watched you dance with beautiful stranger on the dance floor. She smiled at you in invitation and if you hadn’t been on a mission maybe you would have let yourself be swept up by those full, pretty lips and even prettier eyes but you were working.

“I’m sorry honey but, I just came to dance.” You locked eyes with Eunwoo again, running your hands up your thighs and when he invited you over with a swipe of his hand, you were happy to oblige.

Sitting next to Eunwoo, you spent the night pretending that you were completely enthralled with his conversation, hanging off the edge of his every word. Laughing as convincingly as you could at his dry jokes while you rubbed his arm and eventually the more time that you spent with him, the more comfortable he got. His hand wandered to your thigh as you leaned into him.

“We should go somewhere more private, don’t you think.” You tried for sultry, hoping that you convinced him you were falling for him.

But really, he was falling into your trap. All you needed to do was just to convince him that it was a good time for the two of you to be alone, you’d take him somewhere away from the club and it would be a done deal.

You’d make it look like heart failure and no one would look into.

Given that you weren’t able to kill him in the club. Especially because Neo Zone was of course owned by NCT and everyone was subject to a search as soon as they entered, you had to pack something small. So a dermally absorbed poison disguised as a lipstick, would have to do.

All you need to do was rub it on the side of his neck and he would be dead within 5 minutes. He’d slip away peacefully not really knowing that he was dying and when they found him any autopsy would say that he had had a heart attack. Which of course would be a little suspicious given the fact that he was 23 years old and in prime health but because of his position within the organised crime community there was no way that anyone would really take any special look into his death because that would place them down a rabbit hole, exposing a lot of people along the way.

That was how the plan should have gone, but it didn’t.

As you leaned forward suggesting to him that maybe it was time for you to find somewhere private to go, you felt the cold and recognisable, fear inducing touch of the barrel of a gun against the back of your neck and in the same whispered tone that you’d spoken to him in…

“I know exactly who you are, and I know what you do. It’s over, Y/N.” On the outside you’d kept your cool but, inside the feeling of dread gripped you, sending adrenaline surging through your veins, while keeping you frozen. He laughed mirthlessly as he leaned back into the plush leather of the VIP couch.

Fate really was a cruel mistress; or maybe it was karma for all the people you’d killed.

You were one of the corporation’s top assassins and had been sent in on difficult operations.

Your best tactic was seduction.

You should have been able to complete your mission. But unbeknownst to you, you’d garnered a name for yourself in the mafia community and some of its top members had been waiting for you – you’d been compromised.

Just as you were being ushered to get up, you were surrounded by new men, some you recognised, others you didn’t but, you knew that they must have all belonged to NCT.

“We’ll be having none of that in my club Eunwoo, Neo zone is neutral territory, even for her, put the gun down before I have to make you. Miss Y/N, you and I need to talk.” Johnny stood at the helm, his height and dominant presence just begging anyone to oppose him.

He’d effectively saved your life but, you’d broken the rules and now it seemed that you were in trouble.

Neo Zone was neutral territory. Everyone knew that, including the Corp.

Regardless of what was happening, no blood could be spilled in an establishment owned by NCT.

They were the kings of the city and nobody wanted to invoke the wrath of their head ‘Lee Taeyong’, not even a group as powerful as the Corporation.

The Corp had largely stayed away from NCT as they hadn’t done anything to upset the heads at the top and NCT had stayed away too (providing the Corp an illusion of power that everyone knew they didn’t really have).

The rumours had been that Taeyong had dirt on everyone in the Corporation and with all the support of the top gangs in the city, could cause a mess if the corporation chose to ‘step out of line’.

But this wasn’t about the precarious relationship between the Corp and NCT, this was about Johnny Seo, the man who currently had you by the arm and was taking you to an awaiting car.

Seo Yongho or Johnny, as he was better known, was the second in command to Lee Taeyong and they matched perfectly. Where Taeyong tended to be introverted and cold, Johnny was open and warm making him the perfect host for a neutral and welcoming club like this.

“Get in, Y/N.” The whisper of his deep voice next to your ear, drove a chill down your spine. You hadn’t expected him to be so close and his imposing aura had become dominant and seductive.

You looked at your reflections in the car’s tinted window and it was clear from the way that he was looking at you what his intentions were.

You weren’t about to become some King pin’s maitresse  en titre.

“Look, thanks for back there but, I wasn’t about to do anything on NCT property. I know the rules and I know that the Corp isn’t immune. I’ve got work to do so; I’ll just be heading back.” But Johnny just chuckled as a man that you didn’t recognise opened the car’s back door, his copper skin seeming to shine even in the dimly lit night.

“Don’t you think you should thank me for saving your life? Get in the car Y/N.”

And thank him you did with the silent acknowledgement that this would be a one-time thing.

You were allowed to enjoy yourself from time to time, right?

You’d found yourself in his bed wrapped up in his soft cotton sheets where you’d thanked him again and again for his… kindness.

The way he’d held you, the way he’d said your name, hell, just the way he’d looked at you had bought on a feeling that you’d not felt for anyone and you knew you had to get away.

It was dangerous, how intoxicating he was and it was clear from the moment that you’d stepped into his car, that you’d never have enough of Johnny Seo and there was no way that he was going to let you. That was made even more clear at the end of the night when he’d whispered, “You’re mine.” Against your skin, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

But by daylight you were gone.

Thus, entering you into the game of cat and mouse.

Your company had put you on leave, understanding that you had been compromised and could no longer be in the field undisguised (and eventuality that you’d all planned for) but, you hadn’t planned on being chased by a very powerful man.

NCT (and therefore Johnny) were so powerful and so well connected that the Corporation refused to get involved, the thinly kept truce between the 2 groups on the line.  They did even give you a safe house to hide in but had instead given you the funds to keep running.    

You’d been running for 6 months and it was beginning to get tiring. Constantly teetering on the edge of paranoia, always looking over your shoulder, you were mentally drained.

With Johnny always one step behind you, you’d been unable to stay in one place for more than 2 nights without catching sight of him and you were running out of places to hide.

You would soon be trapped.

In a rare moment of good fortune, you’d been able to send him in the wrong direction, buying yourself some time to recoup before you’d be on the run again and you’d used that time to book yourself into a beautiful hotel.

The Lotus was a 5- star top of the market hotel, prized for its extravagant rooms and exceptional customer service. They had some of the best spa facilities in the world.

So, you’d booked yourself suite 448, a room with a beautiful view of the city and a full spa day with all the trimmings.

Taking off your hotel robe, you hung it behind the changing screen and made your way to the massage table. The smell of Jasmine wafted in the air, calming you as you rolled your shoulders and lay down on your stomach, covering your lower half with a towel.

As instructed, you pressed a button on the massage table, letting your masseuse know that you were ready and soon enough you heard the light padding of someone entering the room.

They said nothing as they began to pour warm massage oil onto your back and it should have sent alarm bells ringing but, you were too tired to care; sighing in bliss as you felt strong, warm hands working the knots out of your muscles.

The strong grip, however soon became painful as the (obviously) male hands started to push down onto your shoulders and when you felt them wrap around your neck, you jerked up; ready to throw yourself at whoever this psycho was.

You froze when your eyes met Johnny’s stern gaze.

“Caught you.” You scurried up the table, looking between him and the door but, you knew you didn’t stand a chance.

And as if reading your mind, Johnny grabbed your ankles pulling you down the table and into him.

He stood between your naked thighs, his hands underneath them, keeping you trapped.

“I’ll make sure that you can’t run from me again. Let’s use up all that energy, yeah?” The softness of his voice did little to mask the dominance of his words and you shuddered.

There was no way that he’d ever let you go.

“Do you want me Y/N? I know you do but, I need to hear you say it. I need you to hear yourself tell me how much you want me.” You felt brush of his eyelashes as he kissed along your jaw and down your neck. Lifting you off the table, he placed you to stand in front of him.

He hungrily drank in the sight of you, your nakedness on full display and you drew in a shaky breath, the heady smell of jasmine becoming intoxicating as it mixed and danced with the smell of his cologne.  You desperately wanted to hide.

The tension in the air grew thick as he watched you expectantly.

“Let’s cut this game short. We both know what we want so just say it. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted; just say the word.” Even before you could muster up the courage to give into what you wanted, needed even, he’d already known that you would.

Johnny held your gaze, his eyes full of lust as he took off his clothes. His gaze becoming playful and smug when your eyes traced his movements.

“I want you.” And if it wasn’t clear enough, you grabbed his hands, stopping him as he made to undo his belt, instead undoing it for him.

Now on your knees, you were face to face (dick) with his member, gasping in surprise because of his lack of underwear. He only smirked down at you.

You gripped him gently, biting your lip as you began to stroke him; humming as he hissed in pleasure.

“How did you find me?” You kissed his tip, literally pumping him for answers, and took a tentative lick, making him buck his hips slightly.

“Does it matter?” You supposed it didn’t but, you wanted to know so that you’d make sure that he’d never find you again. You shrugged it off for the time being.

Johnny didn’t know it, but this would be the last time he saw you; you’d be in the wind again before he knew it.

“No.” You took him in whole, bobbing your head slowly, letting his deep groans egg you on.

You wanted to give into him, a man you barely knew, and that was dangerous. Assassins like you weren’t supposed to be taken with flights of fancy.

You let your thoughts go, fully enjoying the sensation of his hands your hair while you worked him to a frenzy. You moaned around him, increasing your speed when his grip got tighter, losing yourself in the burn of having your hair pulled.

You snapped back to reality when he pulled your head back and guided you to stand up and pulling you against his body, his lips stealing your breath away.

When he broke away from the kiss, his lips were swollen, his breathing heavy.

“As pretty as you look on your knees baby, that’s not how I want you.” He smiled sweetly and kissed your knuckles, helping you back onto the table.

“You’re so beautiful baby, I missed this view.” Johnny placed opened mouth kisses down your body and along your waist, your breath catching as he avoided the very place that you needed him.

He chuckled lightly at your exasperated huff as he kissed your inner thighs; gasping when he bit down, causing you to loosen your grip on the table, falling back onto the table.

“Y/N look at me.” You raised your head. Your vision hazy with need, you met the steely and determined gaze that you’d seen over 6 months before when you’d first met him.

“I’m going to devour you.” You wanted to curl up and hide from that gaze, but he wouldn’t let you. His grip on your thigh tightened as he opened your legs.

Your eyes rolled back into your head and you fell back again as he kissed your clit. His tongue worked you open, causing you to cry out and grip the sheets in your hands.

You were losing your mind, slipping closer and closer to the edge as he worked his tongue inside of you.

You cried out your hand flying to his hair and gripping him hard as he moaned against your clit, your thighs squeezing around his face.

Johnny’s left hand gripped your thigh as he sent to you to a fever pitch with the middle finger of his right hand; increasing in speed when you started announcing your orgasm.

He worked to your edge and then pushed you over it, your body going stiff and then lax as your orgasm washed over you, crying out with abandon.

He kept going even as you began to push his head away, the oversensitivity make you curl up.

“Johnny, stop. S’toomuch…” Your voice coming out garbled, you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel shame at how loud been, especially when Johnny stood up – his big body looming over you.

“It’s too much? It can’t be. I’m not done with you yet.” When he had that look in your eye, who were you to tell him no? You gasped into his fervent kiss as he entered you, wrapping your legs around his hips when he’d fully entered you.

Johnny was not a small man and you were reminded of that with ever inch inside of you but, you loved it.

Especially when he started rocking his hips.

He set a brutal pace, slamming against you in ways that made you sure you would bruise. His head resting in the crook of your neck, you felt more than heard every groan as he pounded into you.

He sunk his teeth into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, increasing in speed and causing you hiss, the pain quickly leaving you as he licked the sensitive spot, your head falling back.

You stiffened up, your hands gripping onto his shoulders as he rubbed your clit, his fingers matching the pace of his thrusts, his eyes never leaving your face.

“You gonna cum for me again, sweetheart? Let me know how good I make you feel.” Forehead pressed against your own, he held your gaze, his dark eyes daring you to tell him that you didn’t feel good.

The only responses you good muster up were garbled version of his name mixed with curse words eyes squeezing shut as you came again. Your vision turned white as you cried out, letting go and falling back onto the massage table – thoroughly exhausted.

Johnny came inside of you soon after, chanting your name like a mantra.

The joint comedown from your high was sobering as the gravity of what had gone on hit you.

Johnny held you gently, kissing along your jaw and eventually kissing your lips deeply. He helped you off the table and to a couch in the room; bringing you to sit on his lap.

“Won’t you be with me Y/N?” You laid your head on his shoulder trying to catch your breath and struggling to find reasons why it would be a bad idea to fall in love with him.

“You’d be happy with me; we both know it.” You wanted to believe him; you really did. But people like you, assassins, didn’t have happy endings.

“Would I?” You needed to get out of here.

“Yeah, I’d make you so happy. I know we don’t know each other deeply but, don’t tell me you don’t feel something.” He was pleading with you but, this was your chance. You climbed of his lap, wobbly on your feet, feigning exasperation and putting space between you.

You grabbed your robe, slipping it over your shoulders and tying it around your body. “It’s not that easy and you know it. There’s no happy ending here when I know that you’re just going to use me for sex.” Was that hurt you saw flash through his eyes?

It didn’t matter.

You needed this over and down with and just like you’d expected, Johnny bolted up from his seat, wrapping his arms around your waist to stop you from running. You wrapped your arms neck, hugging him tightly before you slipped the syringe out of your sleeve and injecting hm in the neck.

Johnny gasped, pushing you away and falling back into the couch, a wounded look on his face.

“What did you hit me with?” His words already slurring, he put his hand to his neck.

“It’s a sedative, you’ll be out for an hour or so. This can’t work Johnny. You know that, you have to know that. I’m so sorry but, I need you to let this go.”

“Why?” Honestly though why? You could genuinely see yourself being happy with him, there was no real reason to stop you other than fear. You wished you could give him a legitimate answer but, there was none.

Johnny soon passed out, the cross look on his face smoothing as he lost consciousness and you called it in, asking for the clean-up crew to tie up the loose ends; making sure to tell them not to hurt him.

They’d placed him in your hotel room to sleep the sedative off, while you disappeared, just as you’d planned.

Johnny woke up in suite 448, alone.

[infernal-fire]

Torment

Warnings: some fluff and angst, referenced sexual assault, strong language

Please do not interact with this blog if you are under the age of 18. Your media consumption is your responsibility.

Pairing(s): Steve x reader, Tony x reader (Not Stony x reader)

Summary: How can Steve and Tony protect you from what’s coming back to haunt you if they don’t know about it?

Word Count: 1200

A/N: This is a request from @leniram1890! Thank you for taking my request v card haha.

(This GIF does not belong to me)

“And then he swung the shield back at me but he didn’t know how to throw it so it flopped on to the ground and,” Steve snorted and then erupted into giggles. You smiled at him, not paying attention to a word he said. 

“You weren’t listening were you?” 

“Sorry Stevie, I was thinking about how lovely your laugh is.” you winked and sipped on your coffee. 

He could tell you were thinking about something important, and he knew you had been trying to tell him for 2 months. Part of him hoped that you would confess your feelings for him but he subconsciously knew that was hoping for too much. He paused and focused on the smell of the coffee and donuts to get his thoughts back in order. The cozy coffee shop that you both frequented was mostly empty, with the odd student in the corner and couple laughing in their booth. 

“What are you thinking about that’s so important” he slumped back into his chair and studied you inquisitively. 

I was going to tell you about me. What happened to me. I’ve been waiting so long to tell you Stevie, I’ve been trying to tell you. You could only think the thoughts - no matter how many times you tried, they would never manifest themselves as words. 

Just as you opened your mouth, your ringtone went off. Tony’s name and award-winning smile flashed across your screen. 

“Yes Tony? Oh. Right, I’ll be there in 30.” you replied and began gathering your belongings. Steve looked at you incredulously. 

As soon as you cut the call, Steve’s hand was on yours. “It’s your day off Y/N, you can’t be serious.” he pleaded. “Even the Avengers don’t work as much as you.”

“When you’re Tony’s PA, you should prepared to work more than him.” you reminded him before cupping his face and kissing his forehead. “That won’t work unless you stay Y/N” he whined and gave you puppy eyes. You defeatedly sighed. “Would you be so kind as to walk me home?” You didn’t need him to walk you home. But it would make him less upset at you for abandoning the coffee... date? No, not date. 

Your house came into view and there were flowers on the doorstep. Steve picked them up and analyzed it before picking up the notecard that was attached to it. You snatched it out of his hands.  “I wasn’t aware Tony sent you flowers like this.” he muttered. “He usually drops them off at my desk.” you nonchalantly mentioned. 

“Okay then.” He didn’t look too happy. “Have fun at work Y/N” he said. He kissed your hand before walking off again. 

You walked into your house, studying the flowers before flipping the notecard. 

Hope you enjoyed your break princess. I’ll be seeing you very soon.

You froze. The feeling resembling that of a snake slithering up your spine shook your bones. There was only one person who called you princess and he was supposed to be in jail. 

///

You tried your best to focus on what Tony was saying but you could not shake the feeling of dread that was slowly consuming you. You vaguely remember him mentioning that he was testing out new nanotech for his suit. If you had paid attention, he wouldn’t have been thrown across the room by a repulsor. 

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing, you were supposed to enter the code.” 

You shook your head as if you were ridding the thoughts that plagued your mind. “I-I’m so sorry Tony.” you rushed to his aid. You snapped out of it and helped him with your full attention but he was still in the back of your mind. 

“Finally! What would I do without you Y/N. Up high!” he called and held up his hand to high-five you but you flinched instead. 

“Did you just... flinch? Did you think I was going to hit you?” 

“No no Tones, I’m just so damn tired. I’m gonna’ home alright? I’ll uh, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He thought for a moment before ordering FRIDAY to get you a ride home.

You managed your reaction well but the flinch was itching and gnawing at his brain. His instinct told him there was more to it than tiredness. 

Over the next two weeks you got more ominous messages along with little gifts littered at your door. You wanted to tell Tony or Steve but this wasn’t an Avenger level problem. You were at war with your own mind; could you deal with it? If you were thinking straight, you might have told one of them but you weren’t sleeping, resting or relaxing ever since the flowers. 

You thought you were playing it off well but Steve noticed. He went straight to Tony on the 15th day after the flowers. 

“Why are you overworking her Tony?” Steve’s tone was challenging.

“You noticed it too? Good, I needed to talk to you about something.”

“Tony, I’m not in the mood for-”

“No, no Cap, you gotta’ hear me out. She hasn’t been sleeping and it’s not ‘cause I’m overworking her. Something has been bothering her and I just found out what it was. Come and take a look.” He lit up his workspace with your old pictures, police reports and an obituary. 

“What is this?” Steve took in the sight before him, unsure of where to start. 

“This asshole right here,” he produced a picture of your ex. “Her mother had a heart attack and died and... she tried to leave his house to go to her. He made her stay, and.. and. Fuck, I can’t even say it, he’s a fucking bastard alright? She reported it, he got thrown in jail but he got out for good behaviour or some bullshit.” 

Steve couldn’t believe someone could do that to you; he was seeing red just thinking about this bastard. It would explain why it took you so long to trust him. 

“So she knows he’s out?” Steve pondered. Tony wracked his brain, re-analyzing your behaviour for the last 2 weeks. “It would explain why she’s been on-edge.” he replied. 

Suddenly Steve perked up. “Did you send roses to her house?”

“No, only jasmines. And I send them to her desk.” Tony replied. “This isn’t the time to get jealous Cap.”

“No, no shut it Tony. I think he’s been contacting her.” They looked at each other for a second. “We need to find her.” Tony blurted. 

Tony and Steve arrived to your home and immediately began panicking. There was a broken window and your door was damaged. They rushed in and took in the scene before them. There was a lot of struggle. 

Glass smashed on the floor, things knocked over and smears of blood littered the area. They ignored the crunch of glass under their shoes and paced into the kitchen. 

You were sipping on a glass of water with a gash on your arm and a cut on your forehead. Tousled hair rested on your head, the rest of your appearance in shambles as well but otherwise you seemed fine. 

“Y/N! You’re okay, oh lord.” Tony grabbed you and held you in his arms. “If something happened to you, I never would have forgiven myself.” he whispered into your hair. 

You heard Steve walk around your house. “Whoa, Y/N” Steve’s voice came from the room beside the kitchen. “Did you... knock him out?” he appeared in the kitchen doorframe with a skeptical expression. 

“Believe it or not, women don’t always need Captain America and Iron Man to save them,” you murmured. 

Tony kissed the top of your head and Steve pulled you away and into his arms. 

Oh, testosterone.

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