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[thef1diary]

congrats on 1k!!! so so happy for you 🫶🏻🫶🏻

for the song request 🎧 could you write a lil fluff piece for lando? song: look after you by the fray <3

Be My Baby | L. Norris

Summary: You and Lando slowly but surely realize that you’re falling in love with each other.

Warnings: none just fluff

pairing: lando x fem!reader

wc: 1.7k

Note: I listened to this song three times and wrote this while listening. I honestly don’t know if it relates to the song at all but I’m satisfied with the plot.

Lando was holding all the bags for you while you shopped, and it was getting hard to hold them all in one hand. But he wanted—no, needed to keep his other hand free so he would be able to hold yours as you walked side by side.

Then, you spotted the next store you wanted to walk into, dropping Lando’s hand and while he followed you, his hand felt a tad too empty.

If I don't say this now, I will surely break

Lately, Lando has been looking at you a little too long for it to be considered anything less than a relationship, but every time he looked away, his heart ached, needing to search for a glimpse of you again.

You were picking out a few clothes, holding it up in front of you as you decided whether or not you wanted to buy it. Turning to Lando to ask for his opinion, you let out a laugh, confusing him.

As I'm leaving the one I want to take

You stepped closer, poking his nose before breaking out into a smile, “oh Lan, do you want me to take any bags?”

You reached for them but he pulled away, shaking his head, “no, I’m good. Also, don’t get that dress.” He commented, nodding his head towards the dress you were currently holding.

“No? It wouldn’t look good on me?” You asked as you held it against your body but he still shook his head. “You would look good in anything, but it has buttons on the back instead of a zipper and I know how much you hate those.”

Forgive the urgency, but hurry up and wait

You flipped the dress and as he stated, there were buttons instead of a zipper like you thought. Your mouth parted slightly in surprise, at both the facts that Lando not only noticed the buttons before you did, but also knew that you preferred zippers. You had no idea that Lando remembered the small piece of information.

Without another word uttered, you placed the dress back on the rack and continued shopping. If you had said something, it would’ve been a little more than what is considered friendly.

My heart has started to separate

During the remainder of your shopping spree, Lando tried to keep up with your pace but he fell behind. However he didn’t mind because he could look at you as much as he wanted without getting caught.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby

The next time Lando called you, it was way too early in the morning for you. But the words he spoke as soon as you picked up worried you, “I think I might accidentally burn my apartment down if you don’t come and help me.”

You noted the time, 8 am, and groaned, “why would you burn your house this early? Can’t it wait?”

I'll look after you

“Are you coming or do you want to see my body burnt to a crisp?” Laughing, you told him that you would be there in ten minutes.

You reached in nine minutes, knocking incessantly in case Lando did actually fuck something up, but then again it wasn’t unusual for him to do so.

As soon as he opened the door, you walked right past him then once you assessed the damage—or well the lack of—you turned around to greet him, “what did you do?”

There now, steady love, so few come and don't go

“Good morning to you too,” he responded with a sheepish smile on his face. “Lando no middle name Norris, you did not ask me to come over for no reason.”

“I do have a reason, but don’t act like you wouldn’t come over for no reason either.” He walked closer to you, and you shrugged, “fair, I would.”

Will you won't you, be the one I always know?

“Come with me,” he stated, walking towards the kitchen and that’s where the mess was made. There were an unusual amount of empty pots and pans scattered everywhere.

You raised your eyebrow in amusement then looked at him. “Don’t laugh, I wanted spring rolls, but I don’t think I can fry them without either burning myself or the apartment.”

You laughed, something you were doing a lot more in his presence. When he looked at you with a stern glare, you slapped your hand over your mouth to contain your giggles.

When I'm losing my control, the city spins around

Once you stopped laughing, you had only one question, “why do you want to fry spring rolls this early?”

He shrugged, “I’m hungry,”

Shaking your head with a smile on your face, you began decluttering the space so you could work efficiently. Setting the frypan to heat up with oil, you looked at Lando again, noticing that he was already looking at you.

You're the only one who knows, you slow it down

“The things I do for you, Lan, no one else will put up with this you know?” He hummed, “what makes you think I want anyone else but you?”

He watched you cook, surprised at your little to no fear while handling hot oil but he chose not to comment in case it distracts you.

On the other hand, Lando was very much distracted by your choice of clothing. He noticed that you were wearing a black hoodie with his name and driver number on the back. He couldn’t look away from it for the remainder of the time your back was facing him. Then, he realized with a stupid smile on his face, that he liked it a lot.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby

Lando was walking you home and your hand was wrapped around his bicep as if it always belonged there. The restaurant was nearby so there no reason to drive, plus that meant you two were able to order some wine with your meal.

Although it wasn’t a date, it didn’t feel like anything less than one. The only difference was, both of you were in comfortable clothes, nothing too fancy, and it wasn’t openly stated that it was a date. But god, did you wish it was.

And I'll look after you

Lando walked on the outer edge of the sidewalk that was closer to the road. The sun had set a few hours ago, letting the moon illuminate the night sky. The time always passed by so quickly whenever you were with Lando.

His presence was so inviting that you never wanted to leave. When you finally admitted the thought instead of ignoring it, you realized how much you didn’t want Lando to just be your friend. You wanted so much more.

“What are you thinking about?” Lando spoke, interrupting the silence of the night but his voice was like music to your ears. “The wine,” you lied, knowing that the voices of your inner thoughts could not be said out loud. Not yet.

If ever there was a doubt

“That good?” He followed up, making you nod, “could compete with Daniel’s,” you responded, feeling his body move as he chuckled before you heard him.

“Don’t tell him that, he’s already got too big of a head.” Lando commented about his former teammate although there was no ill intent behind his words. You playfully slapped his arm with your free hand, only because you didn’t want to let go of his arm. “And what about you Mr. Norris, wouldn’t you say you’ve got a big ego as well?”

My love she leans into me

“The only reason I’ve got a big ego is because of you, sweetheart, always complimenting me.” Based on his tone, you knew he was just teasing but you couldn’t help but think more of the nickname he gave you. It wasn’t the first time he used it, but it definitely stirred feelings in your stomach the more he said it.

“Then my ego should be through the roof with the way you compliment me,” you noted, remembering all the times he said something that would leave you a blushing mess.

“And everything I said is true,” He remarked, and only because you didn’t want him to see your face which was undoubtedly red, you leaned your head onto his arm. Surely, that was the only reason, you told yourself. You totally didn’t want to just soak up all his personal space and make it yours.

This most assuredly counts

Reaching the doorstep to your home, both of you stopped walking but neither made a move to part away. In fact, while you were walking, Lando’s hand covered yours that was resting on his arm.

“I guess the night ends here,” Lando commented once you found the strength to move away from him. You looked towards the door then back at him, “it doesn’t have to, you can come in.”

Lando closed his eyes and thought for a moment before shaking his head, “I don’t think I should.”

She says most assuredly

Even though you weren’t holding his arm anymore, you stepped closer to see if he would move back, but he didn’t. “Why not?” You asked, even though you had an idea of what his answer could be.

“I don’t think I would be able to leave.” He looked at you with such intensity that if you weren’t slowly becoming accustomed to it, you would’ve melted into a puddle.

“Lando,” you whispered as there wasn’t a need to speak any louder with the little distance between you. His hand rested against your cheek, and he tilted his face an inch closer.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby

“This could change everything,” he commented, letting you find a reason to back out now. “I know,” you muttered, leaning closer until your lips were barely just brushing together.

“Kiss me,” you spoke against his lips and he didn’t waste a single moment before closing the distance entirely, claiming you as his and him as yours.

I'll look after you

[lokis-army-77]

Premium Air

mondern!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 1.1k

It's a few days after April Foos, Eddie isn't expecting you to pull a koke but you have something up your sleve.

Warning: noting! unless you count cursing

Thank you to my beta readers @munson-blurbs and @lofaewrites

Masterlist

You loved seeing the harmless little pranks that people would play on their significant others on social media and with April first already behind you, you knew Eddie wouldn’t suspect a thing. 

It was a bright Wednesday afternoon, you were at Robin's for a much needed girls day when you decided to put your little prank into action. 

"Hey, Rob, you wanna watch as I give Eddie a mini heart attack?" You ask as you wiggle into a more comfortable position on her couch.

"Oh my god, yes!" She excitedly shuffles over to you, leaning her whole body over your right side. 

You're both a giggling mess when you send the first text message. 

Hey, so my tire pressure light just came on, do I need to go have it checked?

It takes a few minutes but he eventually responds.

Is it still driving alright? 

Bring it to the shop when you get home from Robs, I'll fill it up before I leave work.

Yeah, it's driving just fine. The screen says it's my front passenger side tire.

You'll be fine to drive back home, I'll fill it up then, baby.

You leave it be for around thirty minutes as you and Robin think of what you should say next.

So Robin said I should go get it checked out and we were worried I wouldn't be able to drive all the way to your shop so I came to the one by her house.

I didn't know air was so expensive 😫. 

It was no more than a second later that your phone started to ring in your hands. Eddie's contact photo lighting up the screen. You swiped it away and you could feel Robin beginning to silently laugh 

Sweetheart, answer the phone.

Another call that you decline.

What do you mean expensive? Answer your phone!!!

Don't worry, Eds, the guy gave me a good deal! I think it's bc he thought I was pretty.

What do you mean by a good deal? Sweetheart, how much did you pay?

You and Robin can hardly contain your laughter. Tears are running down your faces. 

"I feel so bad, but it's so funny!" You cry. 

Robin nods along, "Don't, it's totally hilarious." She wipes her tears away and points at your phone, "Don't acknowledge those questions yet, say something about how he didn't notice the pretty comment."

You get to typing, fingers gliding over the keyboard.

Wow, I would have thought you'd be upset at another man...

Baby ,that is the last thing I'm worried about. HOW. MUCH. DID. YOU. PAY.

Well he said it was like premium air so it was on the more expensive end but apparently it won't seep out as fast as regular air.

You can see the read receipt and the three little dots as he begins to type. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest as the typing stops and he calls you again only for you to ignore it once more. 

Robin is beside you, howling as she holds her stomach. "This is the best thing I have EVER witnessed in my life!"

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, ANSWER YOUR PHONE. HOW MUCH DID YOU SPEND? BECAUSE PREMIUM AIR ISN'T REAL

So the guy said it's usually 250 for all 4 but he said he'd give me a deal and give me all 4 for the price of 3... is that not how much it usually is?

You need to tell me what shop you're at. Are you still there? Put me on the phone with this fucking guy

Eddie, I'm not putting you on the phone with him.

Sweetheart, why in the world would you take your car to someone else??? I'm literally a mechanic. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FREE!! 

Are you mad at me?

No, I'm not mad at you baby. I just need you to put me on the phone with the shop owner or someone, anyone. Air in all 4 tires is never gonna be over like 5 bucks...

I told you I'd take care of it, why didn't you just listen 

You almost double over, laughing harder than before. You could tell you were stressing him out, that he was trying to keep from freaking out. 

"Oh my god!" You cackle, "I think it's time to break it to him or else he might actually have a heart attack or maybe an aneurysm. 

Eddie calls you one last time and this time, you answer, sushing Robin as you press the speaker button. 

"Thank fuck, Sweetheart, put me on the phone with the asshole that scared you." His face was gruff, the growl of irritation bringing a shiver lust down your spine. 

"Eddie, baby, calm down." 

"I'll calm down when I get you your money back," he huffs. You can hear the sounds of his shop muffled through the speaker. 

You can't help the giggle that slips past your lips when you make eye contact with Robin. 

"This is not funny," he stresses. 

The giggles continue to bubble up, "I know I know, but I can't help it. I love you so much."

"I love you too, now please let me talk to the guy, I really don't wanna ask again." 

Robin takes your phone at that point, clearing her throat and proceeding to do her best impression of a blue collar man.

"Hey, this is Rodger, at you just got pranked garage, how can I help you?"

"Yeah, you can help me, I-" Eddie stops mid sentence. 

You've got your hand covering your mouth as you try, and fail, to cover your chortles.

"Wait a second... Robin?" All the building anger in his voice disappears as he slowly realizes what's happening.

Robin begins wheezing as you grab your phone back, "We got you!" You gleefully exclam into the phone.

"We got you good!" Robing teeters back on her legs, almost falling from the couch.

You can hear the shaky sigh of relief fron the receiver on the other end. "Thank God. Baby you had me going crazy over here. I was about to drive to every garage in town to find you."

"I'm so so so sorry, baby. I really am but we didn't do anything for April fools like we usually do and I just knew you wouldn't be expecting this."

Eddie lets out the longest sigh of relief you've ever heard. "Shit, sweetheart, I'm getting too old for these pranks."

"You're 35." You deadpan.

"And it's all down hill from here."

You can't see it but you know he has a shit eating grin on and you roll your eyes. "I'll make it up to you when I get home."

"You better."

[tinybrooms]

Our Last Day, or maybe the first?.. - Thomas Hewitt x fem. Reader

Summary: Is Thomas last day on the slaughterhouse and a pretty girl is going to help him today...or forever

Warning: Murders, Workplace Harassmen, hard vocabulary

NOTE: This is my second one shot and it's pretty long, maybe i am thinking about a second part so let me know if you want that, hope you like it, comments and feed back is always welcome.

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A few months had passed since your work at the slaughterhouse had started, you were one of the few people who had been able to access education and that had given you the opportunity to work as the supervisor's secretary.

Your days were longer than normal dealing with the male staff who looked at your body with desire and said rude comments every time you passed beside them, as did your boss who took the opportunity a couple of times to touch your ass "by accident'' and called you to his office for useless tasks that ended with indecent comments.

They were all idiots, all except Thomas, he just dedicated himself to his work and every time you said "good morning" he responded with a slight grunt while bowing his head a little, always a gentleman like his mama taught him.

-I see you're already packing - your supervisor looked at you from the door frame while you put your things in a cardboard box.

-Yes, I'm almost done - you looked at him smiling kindly trying to ignore the uncomfortable look he had on your butt that was visible in your pencil skirt.

-Leave that there for a moment, I need you to go down and tell Thomas that he has to go, the animal is still cutting meat and doesn't want to go home - the old man took off his glasses, wiping them on his shirt regardless of the worried expression on your face.

-Do I… should I go? sir, I think the best thing would be…

-It's an order, you still work here, that's why I didn't want to hire women, they're always so useless- the disgusting man laughed mockingly as he walked to his office - get off your ass and get down right now

Your gaze quickly fixed on the large window of what was your place from where you could clearly see Thomas hitting the pieces of meat with his sharp knife making a sound against the wooden table, it took you a few seconds to take a breath and pass saliva to get down, the aroma of raw meat disgusted you too much, just like the blood spread all over the place, that was what bothered you more than anything else.

-Hello..Hello Thomas - you smiled behind his back while your hands played nervously in front of you - well, I think they had already informed you that the slaughterhouse is going to close today and..- you sighed, adjusting your cat-eye glasses on your nose sighing holding on not to get dizzy with the intense aroma of meat - and well you must go home

Thomas paused a little but after a few seconds he hit the flesh again with such force that he made you jump on your heels.

-Thomas…please don't make this more difficult, I don't want them to come down and scold you like they always do- Your voice lowered a little, almost in a whisper, trying not to let your supervisor hear you and get you both in trouble, but Thomas just continued ignoring your advice

-Don't you listen to what she said you damn animal? You won't work here anymore, go home with your stupid family - your supervisor came down the stairs, standing halfway screaming in the distance, making the huge man turn around with his knife in his hand, squeezing it so hard that his knuckles seemed like they would break the skin from his hand

Your eyes looked with at the man with glasses and then at Thomas with fear that something would happen, after all you were in the middle and the tension of both collided with your small and fragile body, that was when your poor gaze weakened between you in the dark and humid environment, you could notice how Thomas's hand was shaking and his breathing was agitated making his chest rise and fall.

-Thomas..please - with fear your hand extended making the giant barely look at you through his long locks of hair - no…it's not worth it - with fear you took his hand, it was the first time Thomas felt the skin of a woman against his and despite the anger he felt, his breathing was not still agitated because of it, but because of the delicate way your skin felt against his - give me that, I'll put it here okay? -You looked at him slowly taking the knife, placing it on the table and you smiled shyly walking away a few steps slowly so that he wouldn't feel threatened.

-That's it damn idiot, I bet you've never felt that before, huh?, You'll get so hard with this bitch that you'll forget why you came here- The disgusting old man laughed as he returned to his office, leaving the two of you alone, tense and nervous.

Thomas just looked at the floor shyly, he knew he was right, no one had ever touched him even by accident and that made him feel vulnerable.

-It's okay Thomas, don't worry about what he says go home, I hope you and your family are okay - you smiled at him again, turning around in a hurry, almost running to the bathroom, you could feel a knot in your stomach because of all the vices and meat that were scattered on the tables, crossing the long corridor in a hurry until you reached the bathroom where as soon as you opened the door you vomited.

Your knees on the cold floor and your hands holding your own hair made it impossible for you to hear what was happening outside, retching made your eyes water and after a few minutes with shaky legs you stood up wiping your lips with the front of your hand.

You took a little longer looking at yourself in the mirror, fixing the lipstick that had been ruined with your fingers and carefully washing your hands, always taking care of your image as mom had taught you since you were a girl.

After that you went to your desk putting away the few things that were left, a couple of photographs and your notebooks with notes that maybe would no longer work at all but you still wanted to keep them, after all they were from your first job so with the box of cardboard full of your belongings under your arm you prepared to go say goodbye to your boss.

-I'm done sir, is there anything I can do… -your feet stopped dead looking at the completely destroyed office, the desk was broken in half and there we re objects thrown all over the place- sir? - You walked in fear towards what looked like a pair of destroyed legs under the wood of the table and as soon as you got closer you could notice the old man lying in a pool of blood with his head shattered.

The box under your arm slid hard, making it sound on the floor as it fell while your hands covered your face and a loud scream came from your throat and you took steps backwards trying to get out of the traumatic scene until your back collided with a firm figure making you spin fast.

There was Thomas, looking at you with his strong breathing and his dark eyes like you had never seen before while he held a chainsaw in his hand.

-Thom..Thomas-you looked at him scared, walking back again in fear looking at his hand-leave…leave that, leave it on the floor

Only a growl came out of his throat, answering you firmly and confusedly, but it was definitely a refusal to your request.

-Please…don't hurt me, I won't say anything, I promise -your wet eyes and your heavy breathing made him doubt, of course you were going to say something, but in the same way he didn't want to hurt you, you were always kind to him, you were the only person who noticed him when he arrived and who received him every morning wishing him a good day.

Your eyes and his were staring at each other, as if either of you were waiting for a movement from the other to attack or to scream, whoever acted first was going to react to the other, but the sound of a car interrupted making both of you look towards the front door which after a few seconds opened and they both could notice Officer Hoyt entering with the gun in his hand.

-It's the police…- you looked at him again, curious as to how they could find out about the crime - Thomas, they are going to arrest you, if they find you they will take you with them.

The big man looked at the floor confused, realizing what he had done and a fear began to grow in him, not knowing what to do to remedy the mistake he had made.

-Come with me - you approached with fear, careful not to make any movement that would make him believe that you were going to attack him or that you were going to run away and again your hand held his so delicately that once again Thomas felt special - I will get you out of here

You hurriedly pulled his hand, his huge body almost following you, looking behind you in fear of being discovered, but at the same time in his mind he kept having that curiosity about how you had decided to help him after what he did, he was a murderer and what he had done was wrong

-Come, here there is a door through which we entered, it is far from the main door, no one will notice - you looked at him to make sure that he remained calm and after a few minutes walking you let go of his hand to push the door with both hands and help him escape - no one will find you if you get home quickly

Thomas shook his head, approaching you again but this time extending his hand, offering it to you while his head remained down and his eyes avoided looking at yours.

-Do you…do you want me to go with you? -You looked at him curiously with a little fear and he just slowly shook his hand indicating that he wanted you to take it so you carefully approached taking his hand, following his step when he began to walk without bothering his chainsaw in the other hand

The road was silent at first, just the two of you both walking along the side of the road under the strong Texas sun, at no time letting go of the other's hand, which in the same way if you wanted to you couldn't do it, his hand was huge and strong making Yours will be hidden between his thick fingers.

-And…is anyone from your family at home right now? -You looked at him curiously, feeling stupid knowing that he wouldn't answer you but he just nodded with his head without taking his eyes off the front-Oh really?…is…your mother?

He denied and you continued asking trying to guess who was home, feeling stupid and insistent.

-Well, your uncle? -You looked at him, sighing in relief when he nodded, looking at you with a touch of innocence that was difficult for you to believe after knowing that he had ended your boss's life - oh really? That's good…I'm alone you know, my mom moved to Austin a week ago and I told her I would go with her as soon as I finished my work.

Thomas looked at you stopping his pace, his gaze was the same as always but his eyebrows furrowed with some sadness making you also look at him without knowing what was happening.

-Something happens? I said something wrong? Thomas, sorry, I didn't want to…- your free hand barely moved on your chest, trying to make him understand that you were sorry from the bottom of your heart, but he barely grunted denied and leaving your hand, his finger carefully touched the center of your chest and then touched himself pointing at him - you?…I don't understand

He again pointed at you and then at him almost desperately as if he wanted to let you know what he wanted to say but his words did not come out and your little understanding of him was almost impossible.

-You…do you want…me?…Do you want me to stay…with you? - Thomas nodded, taking your hand again walking without waiting for you to take a step, making you stumble - but, I can't…

His hand gave a strong squeeze to yours making you moan a little in surprise, an action that made him feel something strange, that was also something new that he had heard from a girl,

-I really would like to stay but I have to go with my mother- your eyes kept looking at the road trying not to trip again but then you fixed them on him when you didn't hear any grunt from him, at this point you had already understood that this was his way of communicating.

But the road became even quieter, only your footsteps could be heard on the asphalt and from time to time a sigh came out of your mouth due to the suffocating heat you felt on your forehead.

It was a couple of meters ahead when again the sound of a car behind you made you turn your head, feeling relief but worried when you noticed the police car stopping in the middle of the road.

-Hands up son, stay away from that poor girl - Officer Hoyt pointed at Thomas, cutting the cartridge from his gun.

Thomas knew what that sound meant, he had heard it many times when he saw Charlie and Monty hunting, so with his hand he pushed you a little away from him worried that something bad could happen to you.

It was your time to run away, you could run and get away until you lost sight of them but something made you stay there, watching as the policeman pointed his gun at Thomas and honestly inside you just felt scared that something could happen to him.

-Sir, he didn't do anything wrong to me, we were just walking…- you looked at him trying to fix the situation, believing that that would be enough for him to leave.

-I saw what he did in the slaughterhouse sweetheart, you should not protect this damn animal- Hoyt looked at you for a second to return his attention to the big man in front of him. -You murdered a man ya’know, you will go to prison for what ya’did

You could feel your breathing really hard, nervous and afraid that a bullet could come out and hurt Thomas, after all yes, he murdered a man but he did it to defend himself after all the bad things that they had been done to him and in the same way , it was not such an exemplary man who died, so it had not been a great loss

-We have a problem, sheriff - your attention quickly focused on an elderly man who was holding a shotgun and shot without thinking killing the officer, again your hands covered your face while you screamed in fear.

-Calm down your little girlfriend, Thomas - the man laughed, approaching the body and a pair of hands held your shoulders delicately, making your hands lower in fear, looking at the giant in front of you.

-I want this to stop, I don't want to see any more people die - you looked at him crying with fear - I don't want to be next, I've only been good to you, please don't hurt me.

-No one will hurt you darling- the old man laughed as he placed the sheriff's hat over his cap - This is the girl who's been making you hard for months uh Tommy? She is very pretty, of course we won't do anything bad to her right?

The fear inside you grew more and more, this man was even more disgusting than your boss was and it seemed that like Thomas, he had the idea that from today you would be part of the family and you would stay with them forever

Thomas looked at the man next to him, giving him a growl and standing in front of you looking at him threateningly.

-What? you're in love? - his laugh was louder this time - okay, I won't say anything to your little doll, now come here and put the sheriff in the trunk before he stink.

Thomas took a couple of steps and effortlessly took the officer's lifeless body and placed it in the trunk without difficulty, all in front of your disbelieving eyes.

-Come on honey get in the car, we have to go home with mama after all she has to meet her new girl

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Thanks for reading

Part 2 here!

[penelopepine]

Don't be a stranger! Pt. 5

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Simon "Ghost" Riley x FemReader

Content: Neighbors AU, fluff, developing relationship, slight angst, mentioned past deaths

Upon entering the room Simon sees that Johnny and Gaz are already there talking to one another. Silently walking inside he takes a seat next to the others and places the box in front of them all. 

“What’s this?” Gaz looks from Simon to the box. 

“Cookies, I’ve been told I have to share.” 

“These aren’t poisoned are they? Who are they from?”

"They're from his new lady friend! Ain’t that right Ghost?" Johnny interjects before he could answer. 

It seems Johnny was still hunting for gossip about who it was that sent him a package, “Quiet down, MacTavish.” 

Johnny and Gaz share a laugh between the two of them before both reach out for one of your treats. He had debated actually sharing these with them as he knows they'll be asking for more now. They'll start asking about you, and he won't be able to give them a clear answer; not yet anyway. 

“Tell your lass that these are heavenly Lt.!” Johnny moans out as he takes a bite of one of your cookies. 

The regret of sharing is already rearing its head it seems. He glares at the man and says, "MacTavish." 

It was Gaz who noticed his discomfort right away from the other sergeant's comment. "Come on now, Soap don't antagonize him; Ghost will share what he wants when he's ready." He gives Simon a quick reassuring nod, "but really thank them for us for making these!" 

"Will do." 

It was at that moment when Price finally stepped inside the room as well, "Good evening lads, what's the reason for this?" He points at the box of treats in front of them with a questioning look on his face. 

Johnny clearly goes to answer the question before Gaz hits him on the chest with a pointed look. He then looks towards him, clearly leaving Simon to answer with whatever he felt comfortable admitting about you. "A friend." 

Price seemed shocked for a moment that he had even said that much, "Ah a friend; well you'll have to introduce sometime." 

"Hmm." 

Later he tells himself; later he would introduce you to the team. Once the two of you have spent more time together, maybe once the two of you were together. 

Price claps his hands together once as he makes his way towards the front, “Now, let’s get started shall we!" The projector is turned on and the picture of a man appears on the screen.  "This here is the man we're hunting for, and Laswell estimates this will be a 2 week op. So prepare yourselves for that lads."

-

It was the next day when Simon tried to call you. He hoped with each ring that you would pick up, he didn't want to leave you with a voice message before disappearing from you. Hearing your voice one last time before leaving would also ease his mind while away. 

Just as he was about to give up and started to mentally prepare what he was going to say to you. 

"Hey Simon! Everything ok, you're calling me a lot earlier than you normally would?" You sound worried, which is exactly the opposite of what he wants right now. 

"Love, everything is alright. Just letting you know that I'm not going to be available for a few weeks." 

It's quiet for a few seconds before you respond, "When are you getting sent out?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"You'll be safe won't you?"

"I'll do my best." Simon would do anything for you; all you needed to do was ask, "and I'll always have a piece of you to remind me to do that." He smiles down at the bracelet, and lightly fidgets with the heart charm.

You give a soft laugh over the phone, "You'll have to make me one next time you’re here. That way I'll have a piece of you too." 

He promises to himself that he'll do that for you. As soon as this op is finished he's going to talk to Price about going on leave again. The man already has an idea of what is going on so hopefully he won't question him too much. Considering every other time he was practically dragged off base and forced to go on leave. 

"I will, love. I'll also see how soon I can visit again after I get back to base." 

"Just let me know when and I'll be there to walk you home from the car!" 

The two of you continue to talk for a few more minutes before saying your goodbyes to one another. He can't wait to finish this op and get home to you. 

-

The last two weeks have been absolute hell, but it was all hopefully going to come to an end in just a few hours. All there was to do now was wait; which led him to laying down right next to Johnny as they watched the warehouse. 

“I spy with my little eye something…blue.” Johnny whispers next to him. This has been going on for 10 mins now and he was debating with himself if killing the sergeant would be worth it. 

“Johnny.” 

“Wrong, guess again.” 

Killing him is becoming more and more worth it, “Hush.” 

“You’re no fun Lt.” Johnny pouted before changing into a gin, “How’s Beads doing by the way?” 

“Beads?” 

Johnny points to where the bracelet usually sits on his wrist, “Beads, your lass!” 

Simon had almost forgotten that he had seen the bracelet while he was moving it to a more secured pocket on his vest. “If I tell you, will you stop being so annoying about this?”

“Cross my heart!” 

"Beads," He doesn't necessarily like the nickname, but he doesn't feel comfortable saying your name right now, "Is doing good. She loved the rock you tripped over." 

"You fucking sent her that rock?"

"It's displayed in her living room and everything." 

When Johnny doesn't immediately respond he looks towards him only to see a soft look gracing his face. "You really like this lass don't you?"  

That is what scared him, because he did care about you. He tried to fight it at first; the two of you were never meant to interact after he helped you in your flat. Then the daily morning walks to your work started right after, and he couldn't avoid you after that. “I might.” 

"That's a love confession coming from you." 

"Maybe it is." He whispers to himself, but based on Johnny's shocked face he probably heard as well. 

"Ghost-" 

“Target spotted; get ready to move in.” Price's voice comes over the comms interrupting whatever Johnny was going to say.

The topic is immediately dropped after that, and two of them focus on the task once more.

-

When the plane finally landed back on base Simon made a beeline to his locker to get his phone. Admittedly the talk with Johnny did help him sort out some of his feelings that he had for you. Simon was going to try and get a hard read on you when he goes on leave again; try and see if you were also wanting to take the friendship to the next level. 

Turning on his phone he sees that he has a few texts and a voicemail message from you. Reading the text first; there are simple updates about your work and random thoughts you’ve had throughout the day. It was the voicemail that made Simon’s blood go cold. 

“Hey Simon,” you sound nervous, that's the first thing he picks up on, “Can you give me a call when you get this. A couple of Russian guys came by today asking about you. I don’t want to worry you, but they were asking a lot of strange questions. Stuff about where you were, and when you would be getting back. It’s probably nothing, but I just felt like I should tell you. I’ll talk to you later…Bye.” 

Panic was the only thing going through Simon right now. Quickly checking he sees that the voice message was from a few days ago. 

“Fuck!” For all he knew you could be dead right now. He couldn’t go home just to see another person he cared about dead on the floor again. 

He calls you; each unanswered ring is just another nail in your coffin. 

“Hello.” 

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FORBIDDEN FOREST

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Pairing: Slytherin!Wooyoung x Gryffindor!fem reader

Word count: 3,662

Note: Reminder that this is an imagine from my Wattpad from 2023 so there will not be extra parts or continuations

"Woah." You gaped, taking a seat beside Wooyoung at the dining hall table.

His lengthy black hair was now accompanied with striking blonde on the lower layer.

"Oh, you noticed my hair?" He grinned, flipping it in a dramatic manner.

"It's hard not to."

"Do you like it?"

"I love it."

Wooyoung grinned brightly in response. "We were practicing the colovaria charm today and I thought why not leave my hair like it is."

"It suits you."

"You think so?"

You nodded, bringing your hand up to run your fingers through his hair, allowing the soft strands to pass between your digits as you admired the two-toned colors.

"It's very unique and stands out just like you."

Wooyoung started giggling, trying to hide the fact that your comment got him flustered, but he could feel his cheeks getting warm and no doubt turning pink. It didn't help that you were playing with his hair, making his heart do somersaults in his chest.

Wooyoung was a Slytherin and you were a Gryffindor, the two houses have had a long-standing rivalry for decades. Despite that, the two of you had become great friends—the best of friends, actually. Sure he could be a pain in the butt sometimes, but what friend isn't?

"You kinda look like an Oreo." You mentioned while looking at his new hair.

He looked at you quizzically. "What's an Oreo?"

Your mouth dropped open in complete and utter shock.

"Wooyoung, you need to get with it."

"What are you talking about? What's an Oreo?"

"If you want to know, meet me in the North Tower this afternoon after your last class."

"Okay?"

Later that day, Wooyoung met you in the North Tower as you had requested earlier during lunch. He found you standing there patiently, waiting for his arrival.

"Okay, I'm here. Now what?"

"Sit down."

The both of you took a seat on the stone flooring of the tower and you pulled out a package of Oreos, placing it on the ground before carefully pulling back the plastic seal.

Wooyoung reached inside and retrieved one of the black and white treats, examining it for a moment.

"They're cookies." He noted.

"Yes."

Wooyoung started to eat the small snack but before he could, you smacked it out of his hand, sending it right out one of the tower's archways.

"No."

"What was that for?" He whined.

"You're doing it wrong." You told him, pulling a thermos out of your bag. "If you're going to experience Oreos you have to do it properly."

Wooyoung watched as you unscrewed the cap that doubled as a cup, pouring something into it and handing it over.

"It's... milk."

"Exactly." You responded, handing him a new cookie.

He sat there, holding both things in his hands, not really knowing what to do.

"You dip it." You told him, proceeding to mimic the actions.

When he didn't budge, you reached out and grabbed his wrists, forcing him to dunk the cookie into the milk.

"Now, leave it for a few seconds, but not too long. There's a science to this."

You waited for just a brief moment before nodding, giving him the green light. He excitedly pulled the cookie out of the milk and took a bite, his eyes widening almost instantly.

"These are amazing!" He gasped. "Is this what muggles like to eat?"

"Yep! Half-bloods like me get the best of both worlds." You grinned proudly, resting your arms behind your head while you gloated.

Originally, you thought introducing Wooyoung to Oreos was a great idea but you're afraid you started something because he had unknowingly finished the remainder of the pack.

"Wooyoung, that was supposed to last me the whole month. I won't be able to get any more until my parents send some next month."

"Sorry." He grinned bashfully. "They're just so good."

You couldn't be mad at him, nor could you hold back the small triumphant grin that played at your lips.

"I know right?"

You started tidying everything up, putting a cap on your now empty thermos and putting any trash into your bag to toss later.

"Now you know why I compared your hair to an Oreo." You smiled, reaching over to brush Wooyoung's hair back. "I hope you keep it like this for a while."

That was two months ago and his hair has remained the same color ever since.

The both of you sat in the study hall poring over transfiguration textbooks before class. Wooyoung's fingertip ghosted across the paper as he reread the same paragraph over and over, stopping every few seconds to push his hair away from his face, the long, stubborn strands coming untucked and falling down in his line of sight, pestering him. You noticed this and tugged off the hair tie you conveniently kept around your wrist, moving over to him. He flinched slightly as your fingers raked through his hair, pulling it away from his face.

"Here." You murmured.

Wooyoung's eyelids fluttered closed in response to your digits running through his hair, his heart hammering against his rib cage. You worked quietly, taking the top layer of his two-toned hair and tying it into a small ponytail so that it would stay out of his way.

"There. That should help."

As you sat back down, Wooyoung's hand came up to feel the layer of hair that had been secured at the top of his head.

"Thanks."

When you tied his hair back, you thought you were doing him a favor, which you were, but the hairstyle only made your heart jump. He looked way too good.

Once it was nearing time for class to start, the both of you gathered your things and headed in the direction of the transfiguration classroom.

"We should do something fun after school." Wooyoung spoke up.

"Like what?"

Wooyoung's definition of fun was usually something that could get you guys expelled. Though, it never happened and he somehow always managed to keep both of you out of detention, you despised almost every "fun" idea he had.

"I think I'll pass."

"Why?" He frowned.

"You know why."

How on earth did you end up end up here?

Jung Wooyoung, that's how.

Your mischievous Slytherin friend insisted on taking a walk, but of course it wasn't a normal walk. Nothing with Jung Wooyoung is ever normal; he's always got something up his sleeve. That's how you ended up standing at the tree line of the Forbidden Forest, your trouble-making counterpart continuing towards the cluster of trees with no signs of stopping.

"Wooyoung!" You hissed, causing him to pause. "What on earth are we doing out here?"

"Taking a walk." He answered casually.

"We are not just taking a walk. Why did you bring me here?"

"To explore."

"Explore?" You parroted in disbelief. "No, no. There is no 'exploring' the Forbidden Forest. This could get us detention—no, this could get us expelled, Wooyoung. Have you lost your mind?"

"Not at all."

"I'm not going." You crossed your arms.

"Oh, come on. Don't be a party pooper."

"I said I'm not going." You repeated more firmly to let him know you wouldn't be swayed.

"We're just gonna walk around for a while, that's all. There's nothing to worry about."

"There's so much to worry about. Expulsion, getting lost, getting injured, attacked, eaten."

You listed, counting on your fingers.

He raised a brow. "Are you done?"

"Really? You're not concerned about any of this?"

"No, not really."

"Get back here." You pointed to the spot beside you.

"No."

"Wooyoung."

He started walking backwards into the forest, obviously out of spite.

"Oh no. Someone must have cast a spell on me. My legs can't stop moving." He feigned concern.

"Wooyoung, stop right now." You hissed.

"I can't!"

You hurriedly glanced around to make sure no one else was outside.

"You're going to get us in trouble." You whisper-yelled.

"My legs are moving on their own, Y/n. I'm completely helpless."

Giving one last hurried glance at your surroundings, you rushed forward, muttering under your breath about Wooyoung being obnoxious and how you're going to get detention.

"I hate you so much." You grumbled, trudging behind him.

"Do you?"

"Right now I do."

Your eyes darted about as you crossed the dirt floor of the forest, hoping nothing would jump out.

"This place is so cool." He marveled.

"If by cool you mean deadly and forbidden, then yes, it's very cool."

You couldn't see Wooyoung's face, but you knew he rolled his eyes at your snarky remark.

"What is it that you're hoping to find out here?" You questioned.

"Nothing. I just wanted to explore and look around."

He was your best friend and yes you liked him, but he could be unbearably obnoxious sometimes, like right now.

"Have you ever heard of curiosity killed the cat?" You questioned.

"Have you ever heard of Schrödinger's cat?" He shot back.

"Yes, but the whole point of that theory is if you don't open the box the cat could be dead or alive and you'll never really know. You just stay curious."

"Yeah and I'm choosing to open that box."

Idiot. You thought.

As much as you wanted to turn around and leave, you couldn't possibly abandon Wooyoung, especially in the Forbidden Forest. If something happened to him you wouldn't be able to forgive yourself.

"See? It's not so bad." Wooyoung grinned after you had been walking for a few minutes.

The snap of a twig echoed through the forest, more than likely indicating that something deep within the cluster of moss-covered trees was lurking, watching... waiting.

"What was that?" You spun around in the direction of the noise.

"What was what?"

"Wooyoung, I just heard something."

"You're just imagining." He waved a dismissive hand, walking further ahead.

"Hey! Don't leave me back here." You scurried forward.

"You scared?" He taunted. "Don't worry, you can hold onto me if you're afraid."

"Now's not the time for that." You scolded while your frantic eyes moved about your surroundings. "Something's out there."

"Nothing's out there."

"Hm, let's see: Giant spiders, centaurs, thestrals, hippogriffs, a werewolf."

"The werewolf is just a rumor."

"You don't know that."

He only shrugged and went on his merry way.

"I'm not trying to get eaten." You added. "We should go back."

"You worry too much."

"And you don't worry enough."

"We'll walk a little further and then go. How's that?" He attempted to strike up a deal.

"I'd rather go now."

"It's my final offer. Take it or leave it, Y/n."

"Fine." You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest as you picked up the pace to try and keep close to Wooyoung.

You had no choice but to stick by him since he was the only other human being around. If the two of you got separated you were screwed.

Leaves rustling in the distance behind you grabbed the attention of both you and Wooyoung.

"Did you hear that?" You asked pointedly.

"I did." He came to a stop, looking back in the direction you two had just came from. "It's probably nothing."

"Nothing? Wooyoung, there's something out there. We need to leave now."

Before he could respond there was more rustling in the distance, this time it actually seemed to make Wooyoung stiffen.

"Run."

"What?"

"Run!" He repeated, grabbing your wrist and pulling you deeper into the forest.

You didn't know what you were running from, but you didn't want to find out. You were thankful for Wooyoung's very brief moment of rationality, however, it seemed it was a bit too late. You had your chance to leave before something caught sight, or scent, of the both of you and you didn't take it.

"Over here." Wooyoung pointed to a nearby tree. "There are some lower hanging branches, we can use them to climb up."

He hurried over to the trunk before kneeling down, patting his knee. "Go on."

Without giving it a second thought, you stepped up onto his leg and reached for the closest branch grabbing onto it and using it to pull yourself up.

You didn't have the greatest upper body strength but considering the situation, the fear gave you a sudden adrenaline boost to climb. Grunts left you as you continued latching onto branches, using them as leverage to heave yourself up. It seemed Wooyoung wasn't far behind, as you could hear his grunts.

"That limb on the right should be fine." He stated from behind you.

Desperate, you listened to him and heaved yourself onto the large limb, helping Wooyoung onto it once he had climbed high enough.

"Not so bad, huh?" You asked mockingly, referring to his earlier comment as you huffed, trying to catch your breath and calm your racing heart.

"Okay so maybe I was wrong."

"Maybe? Wooyoung, we're stuck in a tree and there's something lurking down there."

"At least we're up here where it's safe."

"And what if whatever's out there can fly or has claws to climb a tree, hm?"

He blinked a few times before answering.

"We have magic. We can zap it if it gets too close."

You took in a very deep breath before letting it out slowly, trying your best to calm your nerves. How could he be so nonchalant in a situation like this?

"You know how we were talking about Schrödinger's cat earlier?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"You shouldn't have opened the box." You smacked him upside the back of his head.

"Ow." He rubbed his scalp. "What was that for?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe it's for dragging me into the Forbidden Forest."

"You need to loosen up, Y/n."

"Loosen up?" You laughed loudly. "How can I when there's something down there that more than likely wants to eat us?"

"Look, we just need to wait up here for a little while and then we'll go."

"How will you know it's safe?"

"We just need to wait and see."

Though you shook your head in disapproval, that seemed to be the only solution at the moment—wait it out. Neither of you were equipped to battle a magical beast and you definitely weren't ready to risk losing your life by getting down from the tree and making a break for it.

Wooyoung let out a long sigh, boredom quickly setting in. His legs swung back and forth while his eyes looked around at the surrounding trees, biding his time by seeing how many he could count. He had gotten to twenty-six when he lost count and had to start over.

Your legs unconsciously moved back and forth in the same rhythm as Wooyoung's while you too tried to pass the time, looking for something to distract you for a short period of time. Your wandering gaze turned to your troublemaker friend while he was occupied, your eyes taking in his features, moving down to linger on the mole adorning his lips, that stupid mole... the one you'd always secretly wanted to kiss. Your friendship with Wooyoung had its ups and downs, some moments were filled with you silently swooning over him while others were spent trying to talk him out of doing something stupid and dragging you with him. Despite how many sticky situations you'd been in with him, they never pushed you away or made you want to stop being friends with him. Maybe that just proved how much you loved him.

It then dawned on you that someone would eventually notice the both of you are missing. Someone would have to search for you and Wooyoung. What if it was a teacher and they came out here looking for you? You didn't like the idea of getting caught by a professor because there was no telling what consequences you'd face, but you also weren't keen on staying up in the tree for the rest of the day.

"If someone happens to come walking by we'll be spotted immediately because of your two-toned hair." You complained, muttering a quiet, "Your stupid hair."

"I thought you liked it." He stated, referring to when he first colored it.

"I do. That's why it's stupid."

"What do you mean?"

"I like it so much. Your long, stupid hair and your stupid face... and you in general."

A small, amused grin tugged at his full lips.

"What are you trying to say, Y/n?"

"I'm not trying to say anything."

You really weren't in the mood for his teasing.

"Are you sure?" He inquired, tilting his head.

"Yes." You responded a little too quickly, turning away from him as warmth tickled your cheeks.

Wooyoung took delight in seeing you flustered, taking the opportunity to tease you further.

Your gaze stayed locked on a distant tree that suddenly became very interesting. Your mischievous friend leaned in, dragging his bottom lip against the shell of your ear.

"You can say you like me." His warm breath brushed against your ear sending a rush of chills across your skin.

"Quit it." You pulled away from him, careful not to jerk too quickly and go plummeting to the ground.

He seemed to back off after that, which you were grateful for.

You peered down from the large tree limb the two of you were perched on, becoming slightly dizzy at the vast distance between you and the ground.

"Hey." Wooyoung spoke up quietly, gaining your attention.

"What?" When you looked up at him, his face was close to yours—too close.

"Let's kiss."

"What?"

"Kissing in the Forbidden Forest is kinda romantic, don't you think?"

"Actually, I think it's just another way to get detentio-"

Wooyoung's lips shut you up, cutting you off as he kissed you. Your body stilled, eyes blown wide in surprise at his actions.

It took your brain a moment to process what was happening and even then, you couldn't figure out how to respond. Wooyoung's hand came up to grab the back of your neck, keeping your mouths firmly connected as he continued kissing you.

Then ever so slowly, your eyelids began to slide shut while you reciprocated his actions and started to kiss back. Your hands made their way to his hair, letting your fingers tangle themselves in the lengthy strands, really letting yourself feel the softness of his locks. However, the top half of his hair was still tied up from earlier, so you couldn't exactly get the full experience.

Without parting ways, you felt for the ponytail and pulled the elastic out, successfully freeing the rest of his hair so you could bury your digits in it. Wooyoung let out a small noise against your lips when you grabbed a handful of his hair, the sound sending a rush of butterflies into your stomach. You took another handful of his two-toned locks, tugging lightly at the roots so you could hear that beautiful sound again. This time, the noise was deeper, a low groan that vibrated against your lips.

Wooyoung wished he could pull you closer and hold your body flush against his like he wanted to, but the fact that you were both in a tree prevented him from doing so. Instead, he kept one hand around the back of your neck, the other wrapping around your waist.

Squeaky laughter filled the air, the sudden high-pitch sound causing you and Wooyoung to part ways, ending your steamy kiss. Peering below, you found San, a friend of both yours and Wooyoung's, standing at the base of the tree laughing loudly and clutching his stomach.

"San!" You yelped in surprise.

"Y/n and Wooyoung sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g." He sang, dancing in place.

"Knock it off!" Wooyoung hissed, his ears turning red from embarrassment.

"I've been looking everywhere for you guys."

You exchanged glances with Wooyoung.

"You have?"

"Yeah. I thought I saw you guys come up this way so I followed you."

Your shoulders sagged in relief. It wasn't a creature that you'd heard, it was San.

Wooyoung then burst out into a fit of laughter.

"We were hiding from San this whole time. Isn't that funny?"

You let out a sigh. "Let's just get out of here."

Carefully, you made your way down the large tree, placing your foot on each branch in a diligent manner as you slowly reached the forest floor.

"I've never been so grateful to be on solid ground." You commented. "I'm so happy I could kiss it."

"Why kiss the ground when you can kiss Wooyoung?" San remarked with a cheeky smirk.

"Shut it." Wooyoung hissed, elbowing his fellow Slytherin in the side, earning a loud ack! from him in response.

San pouted, rubbing his side to soothe it.

"Fine. I'll walk ahead and let you two have your time alone."

You and Wooyoung stood and watched as he made his way down the faint trail in the forest, the both of you following a few moments after, making sure to keep a few feet of space between the two of you and San.

"So." Wooyoung murmured.

"So." You repeated.

"That kiss was something, huh?"

"Yeah. It was."

You mentally slapped yourself for sounding so stupid. Could you not have come up with a better response?

"I liked it." You spoke up.

"Me too." He agreed quietly.

You found it just the slightest bit endearing that he was so bold just moments earlier and now he was being timid, unable to look at you without his cheeks and ears turning red.

"If it wasn't already obvious, I like you." He blurted.

You huffed out a chortle. "If it wasn't already obvious, I like you too."

Wooyoung pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, suppressing a smile.

"I'm still mad at you for dragging me out here though." You added.

"But it got us to confess to each other so it obviously wasn't all bad."

"I suppose."

Hongjoong ⟡ Seonghwa ⟡ Yunho ⟡ Yeosang ⟡ San ⟡ Mingi ⟡ Jongho

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Patience (Part 1)

An elaborate charade- that is what your life has been for these past few years, and it has taken the help of more than one person to balance your delicate lies and secrets. Now entering your final season as an eligible young lady seeking wedded bliss, will you be able to keep up the act in order to achieve your dreams?

Genre: Choi Seungcheol x female!reader. Regency!AU (It's sort of Bridgerton-esque in the sense that I give zero attention to historical accuracy and prioritize aesthetics lmao) You are Jeonghan's sister so your last name is Yoon, but the reader has no other specific characteristics, physical or otherwise.

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Part 2

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"I'm afraid the upcoming season will be Miss Yoon's final opportunity to secure herself a decent husband," the obnoxious woman remarked. 

She did not seem embarrassed that the subject of her gossip (i.e, you) sat immediately across from her in the lavish parlour and well within earshot. She looked straight at you and silently dared you to respond to her callous comment. 

You did not indulge her. You merely sipped your tea. 

"Oh, surely not," her friend replied with a hint of embarrassment. "You mustn't say that, Mrs. Patty! Miss Yoon still has plenty of time before we can write her off as an old maid. She should be perfectly eligible for another two or three seasons, I dare say."

"She might have been, if not for that darling younger sister of hers. I believe little Miss Mina is eighteen now, and will be making her debut in society next season. Am I correct, Miss Yoon?" Mrs. Patty demanded of you. 

You couldn't ignore a question addressed directly to you. You placed your teacup on the table and nodded reluctantly. 

"Yes, Mother believes that my sister should be ready to debut next year," you replied softly. 

Miss Patty looked triumphant. "Well! There you have it! Anyone who has laid eyes on Miss Mina knows that she is the loveliest little creature and I am sure her paltry dowry will not prevent an eligible man from proposing to her. Miss Mina will be snatched up  instantly- and then what shall happen to our dear Miss Yoon? With her younger sister married before her, she won't have a chance!"

The other woman frowned. "Indeed, Miss Mina is uncommonly beautiful. She will have her pick of eligible men."

You rose from your seat abruptly. "Pardon me, ladies. I shall call for some more tea and cakes- we seem to be running short."

You exited the parlour before they had a chance to object, and cursed your mother for leaving you alone to handle the guests. Mother should have known that these infuriating women would show up the instant they heard that the Yoons had arrived in London for the season.

You turned towards the kitchens, hoping that the maids would not offer to help and make your journey redundant. Luckily, the servants were busy unpacking and carrying in your family's belongings. It had been a long journey from the countryside to your London abode- but a necessary one. The Yoon family could not absent themselves from the London season when they had two eligible members of marriageable age.

You turned the corner of the main hallway and came face to face with the other eligible Yoon. Your half-brother, Jeonghan. 

"Jeonghan!" you called out to him hopefully. "Are you going out? Will you take me with you?"

Jeonghan was in the process of lacing up his riding gear and stood to greet you. As your father's only son from his first marriage, Jeonghan became the heir to the entire Yoon estate upon your father's passing. 

"I'm afraid not, sister- I am going out riding with the Lees. You would be required to bring a chaperone," he replied slyly, reminding you, quite unnecessarily, that you could not be seen in public in the company of other single men without a female chaperone present. 

You sighed. "All right- but could you stop by the parlour room before you leave?"

"Why? So that Mrs. Patty may set up a meeting for me with her third niece? There are many things I would do for you, dear sister, but subjecting myself to Mrs. Patty is not among them," Jeonghan replied calmly as he continued to tie the straps of his riding gear. "I am sacrificing plenty for you already. I shall have my hands full at the Grisham's ball tomorrow."

You blinked. "What will happen at the Grisham's ball?"

"I have heard that a certain Mr. Hessington has expressed an interest in you. We shall have to take precautions to ensure he does not find the opportunity to express this interest in front of your mother."

"Oh dear. What does Hessington want?" you despaired. 

Jeonghan smirked. "He wants marriage. They all do. That is the purpose of this elaborate charade of having a season and attending all these social events, is it not? To find a suitable partner in  marriage?"

"Jeonghan, there is only one season left," you reminded him miserably. You reached for your brother's arm. "You must make sure nobody proposes to me this season. From next year everyone will focus on Mina and I will be forgotten- and once she is married then my prospects will be entirely extinguished. You must ensure nothing comes in the way of this."

Jeonghan sighed. "You must be the only woman in London who is actively trying to make herself less eligible for marriage."

"And I have been doing a wonderful job so far. Mrs. Patty said herself that I'm as good as an old maid next season if Mina gets engaged before me. And she surely will be. After that, they'll throw me aside with the old maids and governesses and widows."

"Six months more?"

You nodded eagerly. "Six months more. I will be in your debt forever, Jeonghan."

He sighed. "You certainly shall be. I've become nothing short of a villain in my step-mother's eyes since you persuaded me to tell her that I had reduced your dowry. She has most of the ton convinced that I am an evil brother stealing his sisters' rightful inheritance."

"But we had to do that. A large dowry would make me attractive to men looking to marry for a fortune," you reminded him. 

Jeonghan sighed. "I know. All the same, I've set aside your money. You and Mina will have your dowries once this charade is over. All of the dowry, I mean, not the paltry amount I told your mother you would receive."

You shook your head with a smile. 

"I don't need it."

"Don't refuse money when it's offered to you, good god, woman, have you lost your senses?" Jeonghan said lightly. He placed his hands on his hips and smiled back at you. "You seem more cheerful  than usual."

"We're almost at the end of this charade. Six more months," you replied excitedly. 

"Well, do try to look less cheerful. For all the ton knows, you're a woman with little dowry, no prospects, a prettier younger sister, and getting on in age. People will begin to wonder what you have to be so happy about."

You smiled to yourself. 

You had plenty to be happy about. And Mrs. Patty and the rest of the ton could choke on their tea and biscuits- they would never find out.

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Your mother maintained a tight grip on your arm as she steered you around the corners of the large ballroom on the Grisham's summer estate. 

Your arm was beginning to feel numb.

"Now," your mother said firmly. "Don't you be discouraged by what Mrs. Patty says. You're a young woman of good breeding and though you're not nearly as charming as Mina, there's nothing wrong with you. Lesser women than you have secured wealthy husbands, do you understand?'

You resisted the urge to sigh. "Yes, mother."

"But you mustn't become lax about this. You need to consider what might happen to us if … if that boy Jeonghan decides to cast us out. You and your sister must marry well before that happens."

You turned to your mother in surprise. "Mother! Jeonghan would never do such a thing!"

Your mother had very little love for her stepson and she was not shy about admitting it. "Well, he's already stolen half your dowries, there's no knowing what he'll do next. We may be on the streets soon. Even sooner, if he decides to marry and his new wife decides to be rid of us. Your marriage is important."

You sighed. "Yes, mother."

"Now put on a smile and look a little more graceful."

You took a deep breath and straightened your shoulders. It was a delicate line you walked in social events such as these. You had to look dignified and well-mannered enough to satisfy your mother, but not so captivating that you captured the attention of any potential suitors. It only got easier with time. You were older and consequently less attractive than the young girls in the room, and the ton would certainly have heard the news of your reduced dowry. 

You tried not to make eye contact with any men as you quietly moved through the crowd like a wallflower. You were suddenly and abruptly met by a very tall man that appeared before you. 

"Miss Yoon. May I have the pleasure of the next dance?"

You breathed a sigh of relief as you recognised the man. He had a mischievous smile on his face. "Mr. Kim! Oh thank heavens, I was worried that it was an actual suitor."

Mr. Kim Mingyu had the decency to look offended as he took your hand and swept you skillfully towards the dance floor for a lively waltz. 

"Do you think that we would allow an actual suitor within ten feet of you? We've been doing this for three years now, Miss Yoon. We're professionals now, I dare say. There's one of us stationed in each section of the room and we are ready to intervene in case any man shows the slightest bit of  interest towards you."

You laughed. "Well, don't I feel well-protected."

"You are."

"I'm very sorry that you all have to spend your social gatherings watching out for me in this manner. Hopefully, this is the last season that this will be required," you apologised honestly. 

"Nonsense. I rather enjoy it," Mingyu chuckled. 

You shook your head. "I don't believe you. Surely you would rather save your dances for a woman in whom you have a genuine interest? I notice that the young lady in cerulean blue over there cannot keep her eyes away from us."

Mingyu cleared his throat and took a quick peek in the direction you nodded your head. "Ah. Well, that can't be helped. She's better off without me in any case, I've garnered a reputation as a rake. Dancing with me would only tarnish her prospects."

You raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Yes," he replied simply. 

"I suppose I cannot argue- being in the unique position of not caring about my own prospects makes me a poor judge. May I ask what you have done to have yourself labelled as a rake by the ton?" you enquired. 

Mingyu smiled. "Other than being naturally charming, rich and handsome?"

"I'm afraid those qualities make for an eligible bachelor, Mr. Kim, not a rake."

Mingyu merely chuckled without offering further explanation as the dance came to an end. He gracefully led you off to the side, where you were drawn into a conversation with some other co-conspirators- namely Mr. Lee Seokmin and Mr. Kwon Soonyoung. 

"Miss Yoon," was the cheerful greeting you received from a grinning Mr. Kwon. "I hope your quest to prevent all offers of matrimony fares well? I am pleased to report that the ton seems to be losing interest in you."

You smiled gratefully. "You bring glad tidings, Mr. Kwon. But I heard that Mr. Hessington…."

"Mr. Hessington is being informed of your reduced dowry and impending state of poverty at this very moment," Mr. Lee Seokmin reassured you. His eyes subtly darted towards the other end of the ballroom where your half-brother was in the middle of a conversation with Mr. Hessington himself. You could not hear what was being spoken, but there was no mistaking Mr. Hessington's alarmed expression at whatever Jeonghan said to him.  

"Delightful," you replied. 

"We have further pleasant tidings for you," Mr. Kwon continued. His hand slid into his waistcoat and he cast a furtive glance around before withdrawing something and slipping it surreptitiously into your hands. You tucked it away into the folds of your gown hastily- but not before ascertaining that it was a small envelope. 

Your eyes brightened in anticipation. "Could it be…"

"Indeed," Mr. Kwon replied with a large smile. "I was able to stop by a certain estate that shall remain unnamed on my way to London, and catch up with a dear friend of ours. He bid me to deliver a letter by hand that he dared not risk sending by post, lest it be intercepted by unwelcome parties. It will be safe, I trust, in your possession?” 

You couldn’t hold back your smile. “Very safe, indeed.”

“I certainly hope so, because your mother approaches us and she looks rather red in the face.”

Your plans to sneak away to a quiet corner and read your letter were thwarted instantly by the approach of your mother. She was flushed and huffing, although she attempted to calm herself when she noticed that you were in the company of Mr. Kwon and Mr. Lee- while they were not the most eligible bachelors in the room, they were eligible and rich enough for your mother to greet them with her politest smile.  

“Mr. Kwon, Mr. Lee. What a pleasure to see you in London,” she tittered.  “I do hope you will find the time to call on us for tea later this week."

They both greeted her politely and accepted her invitation with the usual graces, before your mother took hold of your arm and steered you away from them. 

"Is everything all right, mother?" you asked, concerned. 

"All right? I have just heard- the most terrible news- Mr. Hessington had expressed an interest in courting you but that odious brother of yours has gone and told him about your dowry! I have half a mind to expose that conniving little man for what he is- a thief, a monster-"

"Mother, you must calm down," you insisted gently. "There must be some misunderstanding-"

Your mother was distraught. "Oh, what shall we do? If you are not married this season- we shall be left on the streets unless Mina marries exceedingly well but if that boy Jeonghan continues to ruin her prospects as well-"

"Nobody could ruin Mina's prospects. She is the sweetest, prettiest creature and you know everyone will fall in love with her when she comes into society. Perhaps we should accept that my time is coming to an end, mother…."

"No! No, you cannot give up, my dear. We shall find you a husband this season!"

You sighed. "Yes, mother-"

"Go, go back to Mr. Kwon and Mr. Lee- perhaps one of them will ask you to dance, they seem like nice young gentlemen and the evening is not yet over…"

You extricated yourself from your mother- but instead of returning to company, you slid along the length of the ballroom until you succeeded in finding a remote and private corner behind a table of refreshments and some heavy curtains. You eagerly pulled out the small envelope Soonyoung had given you and unfolded its contents as your heart swelled in anticipation. 

My love,

It has been too long since we last spoke. I hope you and your family are well. Although I have met your brother a few times this year and heard news of you from him, it saddens me that you must always be so far away from me. 

I will be travelling to London on business next week- I may not be able to stay the entire season, as you know well, but may I be so bold as to ask for a glimpse of your beautiful smile while I am in the city? I would be honoured if you would grant me a dance at Almack's on Thursday night. But do not put yourself to trouble, my love- if the thought of meeting me in public makes you uneasy or if your feelings for me have changed during our separation, know that I would never resent you. I desire nothing more than your happiness and well-being. 

Forever yours

S. 

Your heart danced wildly as you tucked the contents back into the folds of your dress. It had been too long since you had received a letter from Seungcheol- a few close calls with your nosy mother intercepting your mail had made it too dangerous for him to write to you by normal post. 

But to finally see him again after so many months apart! And on Thursday, so soon! You had to turn your face to the wall to hide your giddy smile. Three years of a secret, clandestine courtship had not diminished your adoration of the man in the slightest. You still felt as strongly for Mr. Choi Seungcheol as you had the very first time he smiled at you with his bright smile and took your hand in his gentle grasp for your very first dance, so many years ago. 

You took a moment to compose yourself (it would not be appropriate to be seen looking so giddy) and slipped out of your corner. Your brother had been poking around at the refreshment table and he approached you when he saw you- Jeonghan's expression was grim. 

"I think I shall avoid dining at home for the time being," Jeonghan told you drily. "I fear my step-mother may really intend to poison me for what I have done tonight."

You sighed. You were not ignorant of how much Jeonghan had sacrificed for your sake. "I am sorry for the trouble I have put you through because of all this, Jeonghan. I will try to calm my mother."

His eyes softened. "I don't require an apology from you, sister."

"Gratitude, then?" you offered gently. 

"If you could keep your mother away from any sharp objects or poisonous substances, that should be sufficient recompense for now," he replied with a chuckle. "So. I heard from Mr. Kwon that a certain Mr. Choi will be in London in a few days."

You bit back a smile. "Yes."

Jeonghan patted you on the arm gently. "I am glad you will have a chance to see him. Perhaps we can arrange to have your mother occupied elsewhere for the evening…"

You shook your head. "I will handle mother myself, Jeonghan," you reassured him. "You have done plenty. "

Jeonghan looked contemplative for a moment. "I sincerely hope you and Seungcheol can be happy together soon, sister. I would not have put my own reputation at stake if I did not hold his character- and yours-  in the highest regard."

You smiled. A genuine compliment from Jeonghan was rare, and that made it all the more precious. You squeezed his hand on your arm. 

"Thank you, brother."

"Now- let us walk away quickly. I see Mrs. Patty approaches and she has that idiotic niece of hers right behind her…"

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The days trickled past slowly and painfully until Thursday evening finally arrived. Through your own clever manipulations, you had persuaded your mother to attend a card party being held by Mrs. Patty and to allow you to attend Almack's alone chaperoned by Viscountess Hong- one of the few married young women that your mother could be persuaded to entrust you with. 

"I hope, Viscountess, that you will recommend my daughter to some of your acquaintances," your mother pressed. "You have done so well for yourself. I hope you can be a positive influence on her."

Viscountess Hong smiled. She had not been married long; her husband, Viscount Joshua Hong, had been renowned as one of the most eligible bachelors in London not long ago. It did not come as a surprise to anyone when their marriage was announced in the papers, however. The gossip-minded members of the ton had long known that Viscount Hong was smitten with a young lady of humble origins. 

Your mother admired any woman who could achieve the difficult task of marrying above her station. 

"I will be a responsible and careful chaperone, Mrs. Yoon. You may rest assured that I will take excellent care of your daughter for the evening," the Viscountess promised. 

Your mother waved you off and you could not help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach as you climbed into the Hongs' carriage. Viscount Hong was waiting outside and greeted you in his usual kind and pleasant manner. 

You thanked him nervously. "I'm very grateful for your invitation. I was worried that my mother would not be persuaded to let me visit Almack’s tonight without a female  chaperone."

Viscountess Hong took your hand warmly. "Of course, we would never allow that! I’ve had the pleasure of seeing Seungcheol often this past year, and the man never smiles quite as brightly as when someone mentions your name. I'm afraid the man is quite devoted to you, Miss Yoon."

You felt shy, and bit your lip. "I-I do care for him a great deal."

Viscountess Hong beamed.

It was a pleasant carriage ride to Almack's- the Hongs kept you engaged in conversation and their friendly presence helped calm your nerves. As Viscountess Hong told you about the day she first met her husband, your mind drifted back to your own fateful introduction to Mr. Choi Seungcheol four years ago. 

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The estate was magnificent. 

"Oh! A marble fountain! It is so beautiful!" your younger sister Mina cried out in delight at the sight of the immaculate gardens and the enormous white fountain that towered in the centre, gently spouting water. 

Your mother (despite being notoriously difficult to impress) also looked at the enormous estate and manor appreciatively. "Indeed, this estate is quite lovely. Perhaps we should plant some flowers like those back home. You say this manor belongs to Mr. Choi?" she asked your brother. 

Jeonghan nodded. "Yes- Mr. Choi Seungcheol was a close friend of mine at Oxford. His father passed away two years ago and he inherited the estate. He was more than happy to invite us all to stay at the manor while I take care of some business here in Derbyshire.  The weather is lovely here this time of year."

"Very generous," your mother remarked thoughtfully as a servant unloaded the marriage behind you. "And… is there a Mrs. Choi?"

Jeonghan smiled tightly. "There was. she passed away in childbirth four years ago."

"He is a widower, then. And has a child," your mother remarked, displeased. 

Jeonghan nodded. "Yes."

"Pity," your mother whispered to you, as she took your arm and walked towards the manor out of Jeonghan's earshot. "I was almost beginning to imagine you being mistress of this lovely estate. But you may find a way to have a marble fountain without having to marry a widower."

You blinked at your mother in surprise. It was no secret that she had not been your father's first wife. 

"But you married a widower," you said, surprised. 

Your mother shot you a sharp look. 

"Exactly, my dear."

Before you could question her further on this hypocritical viewpoint, the entrance to the manor burst open. Servants emerged to unload your carriage and carry your things inside. They were followed by a tall, well-dressed man with a handsome smile that you barely managed to glimpse before your view was blocked by your brother stepping into your path. 

“Seungcheol!” 

The two men shook hands warmly, and you could see from Jeonghan’s unusually relaxed manner that he carried a great deal of affection and trust for Mr. Choi. They exchanged greetings for a moment, before Jeonghan finally stepped aside and allowed you to feast your eyes on Mr. Choi properly. 

“Seungcheol- allow me to introduce you to my family. My father’s wife, Mrs. Yoon- and my two sisters, Miss Yoon and Miss Mina.” 

You curtsied without taking your eyes off the startlingly handsome man. Seungcheol bowed politely in return. His manner was calm and suited a respectable and confident man- but there was something in his large eyes that sparkled with liveliness and joy. You had seen handsome men before- Jeonghan often had friends over for dinner and you had spent time in society. 

But no man had ever made you feel quite so giddy. 

“We are very grateful for your hospitality, Mr. Choi,” your mother said performatively. “Your estate is lovely. My daughters and I were just discussing how delightful that marble fountain is.” 

Seungcheol smiled and glanced at the fountain. “Ah- yes, that was my own personal selection. I am rather fond of it myself. And allow me to say, madam, that it is a pleasure to be host to you and your lovely daughters. Your arrival has been long-awaited- not only by myself but by certain other members of my household.” 

It was only then that you finally tore your eyes away from Mr. Choi’s smile and noticed that another person stood behind him. A small, dark-haired boy of no more than four years old with the same bright eyes as Mr. Choi was clinging shyly to his father’s legs. 

“Allow me to introduce my son- Jiwoo.” 

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A/N: So this is my first time posting for Seventeen! I used to have a moderately successful fanfiction blog for a different kpop group on here a few years ago but I took a break and just wanted to start afresh since Seventeen is the only group I keep up with these days, and I miss writing.

I mostly plan to write some fantasy AUs over the next couple months (got some more regency, royal and other fantasy ideas brewing) so we'll see how it goes.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

a small drabble, i was inspired

Imagine finally getting the chance to buy a really nice dress.

Crocodile knows that you're not a vain woman, and he knows that you're not someone capable of spending thousands of dollars just for your wardrobe. But you saw that dress, so beautiful that it made your heart skip, and he has this important gala where he really wants to go with you; at least he won't bore himself to death.

And yes, maybe he does want to show you off a little. So, since the occasion presented itself on your doorstep, he was happy to oblige you with your small desire.

It wasn't nowadays that you had some particular request, and once in a while wouldn't kill anyone, no?

Well, imagine leaving your house, happy as a child, ready to receive a so-dreamed-of toy with one of his helpers (Mikita's was always so ready to accompany you around town), only to return empty-handed, with your face hiding in your coat, running in your shared room, and hiding yourself from all day.

Of course he knew something was off; you didn't send him a photo of the dress, and you didn't respond to his messages. Mikita was the one that reached for him after he had made several calls to your phone, discarder near your throw purse during your escape in your room.

He was a formal, calm, and collected man. He always knew how to put his emotions aside and how to use his logic.

"Sir, they... uh, we didn't buy the dress...they started to make comments about Miss Y/N, and... I think that they made assumptions about her budget? ...about her measurements and the dress?"

Well, collected man as fuck. She tried to honeycope; what he learned was that those idiots from the boutique had the audacity to critique your body, the fact that you could pay for that damn dress, and all of that shit.

"Is she crying?"

The silence of the young woman was enough.

When he returned home, he found you still in bed, now completely worn out from the cry after that umiliation. He knew you weren't strong like him, but you were far too kind for your own good.

His larger hand caressed your head, trying to convince you to look at him. A pink sugar box in his hand, inside your so-dreamed dress with a letter.

The actual designer apologized for his employee's demeanor, promising that he would take immediate action. She even put on a matching pair of shoes with the dress, hoping to be able to make up for the disgraceful event of the day with Miss Y/N.

You sniffed, hugging the dress, and your grumpy lover murmured your thanks and your love praises to him through his robes. You haven't eaten all day except for breakfast, just before heading to the boutique, and you are starving right now.

And while you both were going to eat, he was quite satisfied to know that those employees were now without jobs and had no possibility of finding new work.

Ah, he didn't mention to you that the designer was one of his most trusted customers, and she had designed for him a few of his clothes? ... Yeah, let's just put this aside for now.

[novasway]

HER WAY — SULLY FAMILY

hello my loves!! it seems as though a lot of you enjoyed the first part!! so much so that i now wrote a second part to it!! before we get into it i would just like to thank you all for the support and nice messages <33 sadly i cannot respond to comments due to this being a side blog but know that i appreciate you guys sososo much <33 love u sm - nova .

ps : this is very short because i am very tired :(( also not read proof!! and also peep the little scene from my fav podcast ever !!

one , two

IT'S BEEN MONTHS . months since the sky people returned to pandora. months since the raids started and months since ( name ) last saw her family.

" TO THE LEFT! TO THE LEFT! SOMEONE TAKE THAT DAMN TRAIN OFF OF THE RAILS "

" UNCLE TSU'TEY I WANT TO SEE THOSE HELICOPTERS GONE! "

" YOU GOT IT! "

that was a normal day for ( name ) now, riding her ikran into battle every few days in order to protect her people. she no longer was the little girl that would once run around in the forests of pandora, she was now the olo'eyktan, the fate of the omaticaya was in her hands and she was determined to bring them to victory once more.

or so was the plan.

" olo'eyktan ( name )! " a hurried voice called out towards the young woman.

" lu'ìkx. what's wrong? you seem to be in a hurry? "

" i see you, olo'eyktan . " the warrior greeted the woman before continuing. " i do not mean to panic you, but u'är and veinnì found this while patrolling, we think that this might be an issue that you and your uncle should talk about. " he said, handing her a piece of paper.

" i see, well thank you lu'ìkx, i shall discuss this with my uncle, you're dismissed now. "

" uncle i cannot — you! cannot ask this of me. i will not. "

" ( name ), i understand, truly i do! but i cannot risk to lose you, i know yes, you're finally olo'eyktan but i'd rather you have no title than no life. " sighed tsu'tey . " i know that the thought of leaving breaks you but please listen to your old man for once. "

" ... "

" ( name ) please. you read the paper, they want to kill you, they won't stop until you aren't standing anymore so please follow your family, go to the reef and just forget about this place for a while. "

" .. if i leave now i will be able to join my family ... if i don't leave now i will be able to still protect my people, my people are very dear to me — "

" dearer than your family? "

" no ... not dearer than them. never dearer than them."

"there you go, that's your answer. go and prepare, you will be leaving in the morning. "

with a heavy heart ( name ) takes one more look at the forest before going to her tent. the gentle breeze and delicate smells caressing her skin. the forest was all she knew, it was her home, her sanctuary, she vowed to protect it with her all and now her promise will be broken.

' oh eywa please forgive me for this is not the way you gave me, please great mother forgive me for not being able to protect your creation. '

the morning came with heart breaking news for the omaticayans, yet another treasured member was leaving.

yet another olo'eyktan was leaving and with that the last sully was gone as well. with one last glance ( name ) got on her ikran and started her journey towards the reef.

the journey was a rough one, heavy rains and cold winds that made them almost crash or the hot sun burning at her blue skin during the day seemed to discourage her second by second.

being alone made her realize how awful it was not hearing lo'ak and neteyam's banter, or jake's stories from back on earth or tuk asking the most random questions. she wonders why only now her brain decides to remind her of such times. perhaps during the time that she spent in the forest fighting she didn't have time to catch a break and think everything through.

no matter the cause, ( name ) straightened her back and continued to fly towards her destination. she would get to be reunited with her family soon.

[everygayhere]

may the fun commence

Here is the second part so i decided to finish and just post it today hopefully you guy enjoy it its a little bit longer then the last one. Also sorry for the long wait. gif not mine.

summary: Y/N a college student who is traveling to Malibu beach and have a fun vacation and maybe get to know her crush Marlow a bit more, while also avoiding Tara the most annoying person. Little does she know that maybe more interesting paths await her at this beach house. Tara carpenter a free spirted women who likes to have her fun drinking and hanging out with friends and avoiding the one person she knows won't be here Y/N.

warnings: drugs, swearing.

could this mean something new maybe?

part 1, part 2

As Y/n enters the house she can feel the vibrations of the music through the floorboards. A force pulls her towards what she assumes is the kitchen. “Okay so what would you like to drink?” Alva turns to Y/N holding a cup in her hand. “Uh nothing?” y/n questions well looking at Alva who is looking at her with a ‘really look’. “Okay well i'm just gonna mix something up for you then”. 

“Don’t Alva I really don't want to drink tonight especially if I want to smoke something good tonight”  Y/N respondes looking dead serious. “Okay then well there's some weed up in my bedroom last door on the right up stairs” “thank you Alva”  Y/n responds smirking, well walking away, as she’s walking through the crowded room she bumps into someone almost knocking them down but before they could fall she grabs them by the waist and pulls them up. “I’m so sorry are you-” oh hell nah why god why me, it could have been anyone but her please for the loving hell. “Oh Tara, you seem fine, well i’m gonna go now”  as Y/n goes to leave Tara carpenter makes a snarky comment “yeah no i'm perfectly fine thanks for ruining my mood, i mean who the hell invited you.” 

Instead of commenting back Y/n just shakes her head and walks away heading up to Alva’s room looking for weed. As Y/n makes it to Alva’s room she starts looking around in her bag and her room until she finds her tin. “Yess fucking finally” Y/n shouts well shacking her fist in the air well she opens the tin she checks her pocket for her lucky lighter, when she finally feels the shape of it in her pocket she pulls it out well also pulling out a pre rolled blunt. Before she lights the blunt she looks around the room and sees the doors to the balcony. Turning around and heading towards the doors she gets out onto the balcony, when outside she notices the beautiful view of it facing the front of the house and that the balcony also wraps around to the left and right of the house. She heads to the left of the balcony since it's more secluded and she’s able to see the beach and what people are doing at the back without being seen. 

As she sits down and gets comfy on the chair that's there she pulls the blunt up to her lips and pulls her lighter to the end of it and lights the blunt. Taking a nice long puff and staring out at the ocean. After a few moments she starts to relax, pulling out her headphones to listen to music before she takes another puff. Well she has her headphones placed on her head and over her ears, she hears the sweet melody of Alienated, by Zyan. Closing her eyes and taking another puff. Y/n starts bobbing her head to the song and singing along. 

“Try to think away the pain,

 made that age - old mistake, 

tried to disconnect my body, 

from my soul, from my soul” 

Little does she know someone is walking out the balcony through their  doors, well walking to find the perfect spot she neglected to notice that it’s a joint balcony where other rooms up stairs are also connected to it. So well she's singing to herself she doesn’t notice the person standing near them and looking at her with a shocked facial expression. 

See i feel alright already on my own, 

Can you let me be 

Intoxicated on my own 

Do I need to answer? 

Or right my wrongs? 

Am i home if i don’t know this place 

And i’ve been feeling alienated 

On my spaceship alone 

The person gets over the shock of Y/n being there as well as having such a beautiful voice. She walks up to her and nudges her shoulder. Y/n takes her headphones off her head not really caring, believing that it’s just her friend Alva as well as the fact that she is too high to care right now. As she turns around to speak to who she believes is Alva “Alva you know- TARA what the hell are- how long have you been standing there?” 

“Long enough to hear your ear piercing singing and to see you having a little depressive moment. Who do you think you are, the main character?”  Tara asks well, standing and crossing her arms in front of her chest looking down at her with an arch eyebrow. 

“Just cause the song is a little sad doesn’t mean i'm depressed, ever thought about the fact that maybe i just like songs like this to listen too” “I mean not everyone likes to listen to happy songs all the time, when they're happy there's tons of different genres you know?” Y/n respondes with a scoff and turns back to face the oceana and places her headphones back on. 

Tara being more annoyed with Y/n ignoring her she nudges her again, Y/n takes her headphones off and turns back to her with an arch eyebrow. “I wasn’t done talking to you, I was also going to say that this is my spot, it's right outside my bedroom and I would like to have my seat back thank you. So if you could kindly get the fuck off my seat i would really appreciate it.” Tara gives a show of putting on an over exaggerated smile. 

Y/n just turns back and places her headphones back on her head and leans back in the chair. Tara scoffs and looks around to see another chair and drags it to when she wants to sit down. She turns back to see what Y/n is looking at, all she sees is the ocean waves crashing and scoffs. Then she turns to look at Y/n to see what she's doing and notices the blunt in her hand. Tara thinks that since she's on her side of the balcony as well as the fact the party is getting too much and wanting to just have a relaxing time she pokes Y/n. 

“Yes Tara what would you like now, you know i'm not going to move at any point right.”  

“Well if you don’t move or leave you better give me some of that” 

“What? The blunt? I don’t- I really don’t share with short people or people i don’t like”

“Ha ha real funny, but i’m not joking.” 

“What are you going to do if i don’t do any of that” 

“Scream”

“.....Scream?” 

“Yes”

“You wouldn’t do that, plus what could you possibly scream” 

“Fine. HELP OH MY GOD HELP THERE’S A-!” 

Y/n covers her mouth. “OKAY! Jesus, fine you can have some. You psychopath, what the hell is wrong with you.” 

“Mmmh mmmh hmm” 

“What?” 

Tara looks at her like she's an idiot, looking at her hand that is still covering her mouth. 

“Oh.. right sorry” 

“I said i’m not a psychopath i can just charm my way of getting things” 

Y/n looks at her annoyed “i’m not a psychopath i can just charm my way of getting things” she mimics Tara like a child and scoffs shoving the blunt towards Tara. “Just take it and shut up, puff, puff pass okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah i’m not an idiot” 

“Okay could have fooled me” 

“Oh shut up” 

Y/n turns back facing the ocean with only one ear listening to her music well the other is listening to tara so she knows when she's done with the blunt. As she's facing the ocean and listening to her music she can also hear Tara take an inhale. After a while she puts her hand out to get the blunt so she can have another hit. 

Tara places it in her hand as Y/n takes it, Tara watches her as she pulls it to her lips and takes and inhales, holding it for a few seconds and then slowly blowing out then leaning back and handing the blunt back to her. Tara takes it from Y/n's hand and brings it to her lips taking another puff. It goes on like this for a while Tara staring at Y/n’s side profile and checking her out  looking at her well she leans back in the chair. The blunts ends up running out with Tara taking the last hit well Y/n marranites in the high she’s having. When Tara takes the last puff she looks up in the sky staring at the stars. 

“Don’t you think it’s weird that some people believe that there are no aliens. I mean we’re living organisms on a floating rock in the middle of space, not only that but there are other planets and different galaxies out there and yet some believe there are no aliens.” 

“How high are you Tara?” 

“High, but I’m being serious about it. There’s no way we’re the only living things throughout the entire galaxy.” 

“Huh.. I mean you’re right on that point. How about I do you one better.” 

“Oh yeah like what” 

“We as a society have only ever discovered 5 percent of the ocean and the ocean is huge right?”

“Yeah” 

“Well what makes you think us and animals are the only living thing on this planet like the ocean is huge and you don’t think any aliens are in the ocean? And if there are no aliens in the ocean which we couldn’t know is exactly 100 percent correct. What makes us think that other sea animals don’t live in the other 95 percent of the ocean or even further down in the ocean. I mean we don’t have the supplies to enter the deep ocean either, we as humans would be crushed by the amount of pressure down there. As well as our machines. I mean it’s even scarier if you think about the fact that we also have a second ocean underneath our ocean in the earth's crust which is 3 times the size we have above the surface. At this point I really do believe that Meg was right about the fact that the megalodon is in the lower parts of the ocean just unable to break through the minerals that's above them to make it to the surface of where we humans are. Plus the added fact that aliens could be living in the ocean as well. We’ve  also discovered more of Space than the ocean.” 

“How high are you?” 

“High”

“Yeah I can tell. This is probably one of the strangest topics i heard and talked about” 

“Well you started it” 

“Is that why you keep looking at the ocean” 

“A part of it. I also just like watching the waves crash into each other. It's both chaotic and somewhat peaceful like they seem to move all in one smooth motion depending on reflection, refraction, and diffraction. Not only that but they move in sets of seven and each time they start off bigger and grow smaller until they ultimately diminish and break when meeting with the sand. Like if you look out right now you can see them coming in sets of seven and the fifth to the seventh tend to be the bigger ones and that's why I wait till I catch one of those, and other surfers.” 

“Do you always look at things from a scientific perspective?”

“No, that would be boring. Plus I'm only interested in some science. I’m more into movies like how they're made, who made them, who’s in them, shot types, settings, dialogue, lighting etcetera. That's why I'm taking the media communications course majoring in film. To me that’s more fun to actually go to class and learn about compared to science which I can just look up and read in my own time.” 

“You’re weird. I don't think I have ever met someone who’s actually reading science in their own time for fun. I mean I read fictional novels for fun but only sometimes most of the time I'm partying or watching something.” 

“I don’t just read science that would be boring as hell, I also read fictional books, poems, I surf, I watch movies, tv shows go on tiktok instagram and sometimes party.” 

“Okay”

“Plus it’s mostly just the ocean” 

“Why the ocean though?” 

“Cause why should i worry about space if i’m never going to be there in real life, the oceans different I’m at the ocean most of the time and it closer to me then space is and other galaxies, I’m not saying i never read about space im just saying i don’t look into as much cause i’m not in a rocket ship.” 

Tara looks at Y/n thinking about what she said, realizing that in fact she is making sense. “Okay what else do you think about?” 

“Why, so you pick at it more?”

“No because it’s kinda interesting when you explain what you think about”

“Well there’s the theory of the multiverse that Marvel talks about with Loki and the Doctor Strange movie with Scarlet Witch. The theory is that when we dream it’s another reality we live in, so for example I could go to bed tonight and dream about me being a famous rockstar and that could be real in a different reality. That I’m just fading into one where another variant of me is awake and living their performance life. Then I could have a completely different dream the next moment which is another variant of me in a completely different reality. Then again there are these theories of if you dream about someone it means that their your soulmate or your in their dream and you’ll be together soon or some shit like that, which could take the whole, when you dream it’s a gateway to another life in a different multiverse to a new level you have to think about. Like is it a message being sent to you that in that multiverse you’re dating that person and they really are just your soul mate or are you just dreaming about them because you can’t stop thinking about them. Which would destroy the whole dream gives insight to your other life in another multiverse thing. I mean that could just mean your brain is taking your deepest thoughts or most recurring thoughts and using them for a dream. There is another point that there are thousands of different multiverses out there that all steam off our reality  or so we think like how can we be so sure that our reality is the real one. Like what if we believe that this reality of ours is the real main one and yet we’re not like what if we’re just an add on to the real reality `growing and making our own timeline because we made a different decision compared to the actual reality. That’s also another theory to the multiverse: we make a new multiverse everyday when we make a new, different choice because we differed from what the original timeline was supposed to make. For example what if you weren’t supposed to stay out here and talk to me but go inside but you didn’t so now we’re in another multiverse we created from our choice. Kinda like those choose your own path books with different outcomes.” 

“Wow okay never thought of that and now i really am tripping i mean what the hell Y/n goes on through your brain?”

Y/n turns to Tara “so you were going to nit pick at my thoughts huh?”

Tara turns to look at her “well i wasn’t expecting that big speech” 

Y/n stares at Tara “sorry” she then turns back to the ocean one last time before looking at her phone for the time “shit it’s 4 in the morning and i need to ask Alva when i’m staying tonight, i’ll uh… see you around. Bye Tara.” 

Tara looks at her getting up “yeah it is pretty late, see you around Y/n i guess and uh bye” 

Y/n leaves to go and find Alva to figure out where she’s sleeping. “Alva hey you awake?” 

“Huh… Y/n omg there you are i thought you left yeah I’m up” 

“Cool, so where am I staying?”

“Oh right, so since you like your own space and don’t really like staying near other people which i still find really weird. I made sure to leave the pool house to you and don’t worry I cleared it all out so it’s all yours since there's enough rooms in the house.” 

“So i get to keep my normal room then in the pool house? And not share?”

“Yes that is what i just said no? What type of best friend would I be if I didn't leave my bestfriends normal spot locked up for her. I mean you are basically family and you did clam that spot for yourself very early on. You have your keys to it right? I don’t think anything in there has moved since the last time we came up to my parents' beach house.” 

“Yeah, I still have my keys. Thanks Alava, I'll see you tomorrow whenever I decide to leave the pool house. Goodnight and I love you.” 

“yeah , yeah goodnight dork and i love you too.” 

Y/n makes her way to her car to grab her stuff and then heads to the pool house through the back. No knowing that Tara is still on the balcony and watching her enter the pool house that was locked when they arrived.  weird she thought isn’t there like other rooms in this big house as Alvas owns for Y/n she continues to watch Y/n as she enters the door and sees the lights turn on at that moment she decides to head to bed for the night. Still thinking about why Y/n is in the pool house by herself. 

Y/n enters the pool house and is instantly hit with the nostalgia of the place where she spent her time by herself at night when hanging with Alva and her family. The walls lined with all the posters of her fazes in her life and the photos of her and Alva through their friendship. She chucks all her bags to the floor, locks the door and heads for a shower, after that she heads to bed.

[midnightlizard]

Dance?

Kate Bishop x gn!reader

Summary: You ask Kate to dance, but you didn't want to dance. But she says yes, so now you have to dance.

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Word count: 656

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"will you do the honor of dancing with me?"

She turned her head at your question, seeing your almost kneeling form with your hand extended to her, the person talking to her giving a short goodbye before leaving you alone.

"you want to dance?" the archer asked, emphasizing the first word, a knowning glint in her eyes and an amused smile on her lips.

"ok" she said simply, drawing a step closer to you.

You straightened your posture, retreating your hand, letting it fall to your side. You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out, making Kate's smile grow bigger. You definitely weren't expecting this outcome. And as if she was reading your mind she added, "you didn't expect me to say yes, did you?"

"no, I actually didn't" You answered, making her giggle.

"honey I know you hate dancing as much as I do, plus, you are totally incapable of dancing" she accused. Ignoring the warmth in your chest because of the pet name, your blinked your eyes fast and put a hand on your chest, causing Kate to roll her eyes.

Again she advanced towards you, until your chests were mere centimeters away from each other, and extended her hand

"come on, take my hand"

You tilted your head, uncertainty clear on your face, not moving from your position you spoke up

"you know what? I changed my mind"

Her teasing smile now turned into a soft and encouraging one.

"let me guide you, you won't mess it up"

She offered, making the desicion for you and taking your hand in hers, putting them in the air. Grabbing the other hand, she put it on her waist, and placed her own on your shoulder, starting to sway to the rhythm of the music.

It was only a few steps and your hand already left her body for about five times to adjust your hair, an unnecessary move, but the darked haired girl didn't pick up on your real motives, or if she did, she decided not to comment on it. Instead she circled your wrist and put it back in its original place "keep your hand on my waist"

You nodded, her soft voice doing something to sooth your nerves. If she tried to make conversation after, you didn't notice, hyper aware of all the people dancing or looking at you, especially one-

"hey! (Y/N)!" she whisper-yelled, making you raise your head, looking in her eyes.

"are you nervous?"

"uh, kinda? I mean-yes yes I am" you nod your head, blabbering on your words. At this Kate squeezed your hand searching for your eyes, indicating she was waiting for more.

"they're looking at me, at you, all of these people, your mother is looking at us and I'm almost tripping with every step. You shouldn't be seen dancing like this-shouldn't be seen dancing with-"

"(Y/N)" she called, stopping you from your rant, and your dance at the same time.

"(Y/N), stop it's okay. They're not looking at us and even if they are, let them look, we're hot" the archer shrugged, giggling at her own joke before she continued "and without you I would be standing in a corner somewhere, bored out of my mind, so don't stress out, mh?"

The brown eyed girl barely waited for any sign from you and spoke up

"don't look at the floor, look at me, no need to rush and don't focus too much, just follow my steps"

And you started doing just that.

"see? You're doing great. You had the perfect teacher after all" She tried to play it cool.

"you never danced in your entire life!" You replied, rolling your eyes and nudging her nose with your own. Har act broke, looking into your eyes, soft smile on her lips, and you were finally able to forget about everyone in the room but the one that was in your arms.

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[pervydollfemme]

thinking very big and important thoughts today about being a bunny and accidentally stumbling into a den of wolves (,,> ᴗ <,,)

it happens by total accident. i can feel my heat is getting close, so i decide to go out and scavenge for necessities: fruits and berries, water, soft nesting material - before i won't be able to. but even though my heat hasn't officially started yet, being on the teetering edge is still enough to make my brain all kinds of fuzzy - and when i stumble into the den, it's because i mistook it for my burrow, which is actually a few more hops down the path.

it's already too late to run away once i catch the overwhelming scent of wolves everywhere with my twitching nose, because one of them tackles me to the ground, pushing me into the dirt. it makes me squeak out a frightened noise, my dark blonde ears and tail flattening and puffing up, instinctually baring my neck to the side as a sign of submission.

there's a wet, cold nosing at my cheek and bared neck that lets me know i probably won't be getting out of this alive. i squeeze my eyes shut in fear and defeat, waiting for a bite, for the savage tearing of my flesh to the bone...

but nothing comes.

the wolf rolls me on my back, peering down at me with inquisitive eyes. it's embarrassing to admit, but the first thought that comes to my bunny brain is just how pretty this wolf is! they have dark, tired eyes; warm-looking fur gathered up in thick, curly tufts; and sharp, untamed claws at the tip of big paws (a lot bigger than mine, i can't help but think, my nose twitching happily).

"you shouldn't be here, little bunny," the wolf says quietly - almost warmly, like we're old friends - tone dulcet and even. it definitely matches their looks. "this is a den of wolves. you are in heat."

for some reason, that makes me feel a little indignant. do they really think i'd come into a den of wolves on purpose?! "excuse me, mister, but i know that very well! i was looking for my burrow, which is a few hops down," i respond, ears standing up as a mirror to my annoyance. "and i'm not in heat, thank you very much. i'm almost in heat."

the wolf raises a brow at me. "feisty bunny, aren't you?" he asks, a certain playfulness to his tone that makes my traitorous body turn against me almost immediately. my dark blonde ears droop happily, tail perking up, warmth flooding my belly and wetness gathering between my thighs. he can surely smell it, but he's gracious enough to not comment, finally standing and helping me up from the ground. "there isn't much of a difference between in heat and almost in heat, not when it comes to wolves. you should be more careful next time - had another member of my pack found you instead of me, you may not have been so lucky."

"yes, i understand," i reply, meaning it genuinely. i couldn't think of another wolf who would be so generous as to let a bunny who stumbled into their den live. it would be like a starving wolf passing on a plate of raw meat and eating grass instead. "thank you, mr. wolf."

the wolf dips their head in acknowledgement. "you're welcome, little bunny," they say. "now head off to your burrow; i can smell your heat. you will be getting it soon, and i wouldn't want another creature to terrorize you. there's a fox around here who is well-known for tearing up pretty little bunnies like you."

my face flushes, my tail fluffing and thighs pressing together inadvertently. i really can't help it! not when this wolf is so kind, and funny, and handsome. were i a braver bunny, i'd invite him to my burrow to spend my heat with me, to be a potential mate; but i am unfortunately not. so, after saying my goodbyes and waiting for him to turn away, i choose to leave a small courting gift behind - a handful of my favorite fruit, fresh strawberries.

and truly, i expect nothing will come of it. i don't expect it to be taken as it's meant; after all, wolves and bunnies are drastically different creatures with drastically different courting rituals, drastically different ideas of courting gifts. my presumption is that they will see the berries as a sign of gratitude, a thank you for sparing my life when they just as easily could have torn me to pieces. a perfectly acceptable outcome, of course, considering i was grateful for my life being spared as well.

but, surprisingly, a few days later - a few days into the full swing of my heat - a soft knock comes from the entrance of my burrow. i groan to myself, rolling lazily from the warm comfort of my nest to check who it is. i don't bother with clothing my fully naked body at all, figuring my unexpected guest is probably another bunny coming to check up on me; who will understand just as well how suffocating wearing anything at all can be during your heat.

except, to my jaw-dropping shock and awe, the visitor waiting for me...

is the same wolf who's den i stumbled into a few days ago.

a loud squeak pops out of my mouth, my dark blonde ears standing straight up and nose twitching in surprise. "what are you doing here?!" i yelp, making a poor attempt to cover my naked body up with my arms.

the wolf only seems to be able to stare at me in similar shock for a few moments, dark eyes roving over my soft, barely-covered skin; jaw opening slightly to reveal rows of sharp teeth. "i..." they trail off, seemingly at a loss for words, something awfully shocking coming from a wolf, especially one who seems to be as generally in-control as this one - which is tantalizing in a such a strange way, making my thighs tighten and slick drip down my leg. they follow it with their eyes, tongue swiping over their lips like they're thinking of what i taste like. i can't help but lean closer, my arms dropping to uncover my body, expecting them to pin me down and take take take.

instead, they open one of their paws to reveal empty stems, clearly from my favorite fruit - the ones i left for him as a courting gift - strawberries. "did you leave these as a thank you?" they ask carefully, before continuing. "or...as something else?"

i flush red from my cheeks to shoulders, nervously shifting on my feet. "i, um," i stutter, trying to find my footing. "i left them—i left them as...a courting gift. if you'd like that."

the wolf appraises me carefully, eyeing everything of me on display. my soft tits, my pink pussy, my long hair brushed over my shoulder. their tongue flicks out, licking over their sharp teeth. "oh, my beautiful bunny. i'd love that," they finally respond, reaching out to cup my cheek in their paw. "will you let me in? let me breed you, mate you just the way you want? the way you so prettily asked for by leaving me these strawberries?"

"please," is the only coherent response i can think of, side-stepping to allow them entrance into my burrow. the wolf follows me in, trailing behind as i lead him to my nest, immediately dropping to my knees, my head pillowed against the soft sunflower i'd been using as a makeshift pillow. i look up at him with bleary eyes, twitching my tail and ears to beg wordlessly for their cock. to be taken care of; to be bred, to be mated.

"what does my little bunny want, hm?" they ask, and just hearing them call me theirs has me dripping wet, my slick-coated thighs parting welcomingly. "i want you to beg me for it. i want to hear your pretty voice, high-pitched and needy for me. can you do that?"

"yes!" i gasp affirmatively, and like a switch has been flipped, the words come pouring out. "please, please, i want you—i want you to mate me! i want your cock, want your knot, want you to breed me full of your pups. i want it so—so bad, so bad, want you so bad. please, can't you give me what i want? i'll be so good for you, be such a good mate, such an obedient bunny all the time. i-i promise!"

i'd look up at him once i finished, my eyes filled with tears and begging silently for him to accept my pleas. they'd watch me back for a few moments, running their paws over my ass, sharp claws nicking the delicate skin. keeping me on edge for a second before finally nodding their assent, and i'd look down to see their cock unsheathing, knot flaring at the base. "yes," i'd pant before i would be able to stop myself, thinking of how they'll feel in me, how their knot will lock us together, keep their cum safely inside of me. "my wolf, mine, please!"

"yes, bunny. all yours." he would agree, spreading my pussy with his claws and sliding in to the hilt, shaking a relieved and happy little moan out of me. there wouldn't be any build-up; he'd fuck me hard and fast from the start, knowing the best way to cause a lull in my heat is to fuck me like he means it. i would only be able to cry and whine as they fuck me, squirming around beneath them and throwing myself against their cock.

they'd turn me on my back as they felt my pussy start to tighten around them, wanting to watch my face as i cum on their cock, as they knot and mate me. "so close to cumming, aren't you, baby bunny? i can feel the way your cunt is tightening around me, sucking my knot in, begging for my cum," they'd growl, snapping their teeth in a way that i know should scare me, should make the prey in me want to run - but all it would make me do is moan louder, higher, baring my neck for their mark. he'd rub my swollen clit with his claws, another thing that i know should scare me, but only pushes me closer and closer to the edge. "come on, beautiful. cum for me. cum for your wolf."

and i would, of course, unable to hold back any longer, slick squirting from my pussy and staining their fur with wetness. the feeling of me cumming around his cock would make him cum too, breeding me full and locking it inside with his knot; mating me at the same time, razor-sharp teeth digging into my neck. it isn't in the nature of bunnies to generally give mate marks back, but i wouldn't be able to help myself, shooting up and digging my dull bunny teeth into his neck in return. "mine. my wolf," i would say, nuzzling against his fur.

they'd hum in agreement, wrapping themselves around me and nipping at my ears playfully, making me giggle and squirm. "my bunny."

[runnning-outof-time]

The House’ll Burn Down | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @asherlockfandom

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy picks a fight with the wrong person and in return reeps the consequences that get hurled both to his face and through his suits.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2475

A/N: I was a bit stuck on this one at first but I think I like how it came out. I hope you do too. Enjoy! :)

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The bell to the store rang, signifying that someone had entered the shop. (Y/N) dropped what she was working on and hurried out to the storefront so that she'd be able to greet whoever it was that had entered.

She was met with a man, who was wearing a rather nicely fitted three piece suit, standing at the counter. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked, her eyebrows raised slightly as she approached the counter.

"Yes, my suits should be ready," the man responded, clearing his throat after he was finished speaking.

"Ok, I will go retrieve them for you," (Y/N) nodded her head, "what name are they under?"

"Shelby," the man responded. (Y/N) nodded again before leaving the counter to go into the back room.

She pulled the correctly labeled suits off of the racks and then returned to the front. After checking the prices and adding them up, she asked him for his payment.

"Oh I don't pay for suits," he told her with a slight shake of his head.

"Excuse me?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised out of shock. Was he being serious?, she thought to herself.

"My suits are on the house, or the house burns down," he told her, his deeply mysterious attempt to be threatening almost making her want to laugh.

"Listen, sir...I don't know who you are, or why you think that you can threaten me into allowing you to take these suits for free, but I won't let anybody, not even the King, take the things that I've worked very hard on and deduce them to free merchandise," she told him, her eyes wide and angry as she spoke.

"I don't think you understand because it seems like you're new here..." the man started, looking her up and down with a stony expression, one that she didn't waver under, "but I am a very powerful man in this city. So powerful, in fact, that what you may think I am threatening you with, I am actually promising you that I will do."

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows in an incredulous nature, finding it hard to believe that this man was talking to her like he was mightier than God himself. She crossed her arms over her chest and held his stare for a few moments before finally speaking. "I guess the house'll burn down then, because I am not letting you take those suits for free. The previous owner of this shop may have allowed it, but I most certainly will not. I know the value of my work, and I will hold every person's purchase up to that value. If you don't like that, then you can kindly leave and take your business elsewhere...but I guarantee that you won't find someone who's able to do the level of work that I am."

The man had nothing to say in response to her statement, so the two just stood in their place and stared at each other for a few moments. (Y/N) wasn't about to give up her ground. She'd fought hard to become the respectable tailor that she was today, and she wasn't going to let this man walk all over her reputation. If she started giving this one person his things for free, she’d surely have her entire clientele wanting the same treatment.

After a few more silent moments, the man reached into his pockets and pulled out a small roll of banknotes. "I'll get you your change," (Y/N) said, pleased that she'd won the battle with him.

"Keep it," the man brushed her off, even though there was way more than the required amount wrapped up in the roll.

"What's your name?" (Y/N) asked then, a slight hint of curiosity present in her voice, "so that I know who I'll be wary of when orders are placed."

"Thomas Shelby," the man answered as he then grabbed his suits and turned to exit the shop, "and believe me, Miss (Y/L/N)...you will need to be wary of those orders," he told her, his last ditch effort to be threatening, or so (Y/N) perceived it as.

"Oh I will be," she responded back in a sarcastic tone, glaring at the back of his head as he turned again to leave the shop. She let out a huff of annoyance as the bells dinged again...customers can be so hard to deal with sometimes.

A little over a week later, Thomas Shelby returned to (Y/N)'s store. "Can I help you with something, Mr. Shelby?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised slightly as she came out of the back to meet him at the counter.

"Yes. I need you to answer me a question," he responded, the tone of his voice telling her that he wasn't too happy at the moment.

"And what may that be?" she asked him, keeping the same airy tone as before.

"Why are the measurements of this suit incorrect?" he asked his question then, holding up the suit that he had brought with him for her to see.

"I don't know what you mean..." (Y/N) trailed off, a shocked look on her face. Of course, she knew exactly what he meant...she just wanted him to spell it out for her. She was having quite the fun time getting a rise out of him.

"I specifically asked for the trousers to come to my ankle...these stop several inches above it," he laid out his complaint, motioning to the article of clothing for added effect.

"Ahh, I see," (Y/N) nodded her head as she also looked at the garment in question, "well, you were insisting that I do your work for free, and I figured that if you wanted it to be like that; I'd do work that doesn't require a payment in return," she explained the reason behind her intentional alteration to his request. Tommy sent her a look of astonishment, one that made her chuckle.

"You think this is funny?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised.

"I do," she answered him, not cowering away from his intimidating tone.

"You must forget who I am," he continued, not letting her carelessness for the situation waver his bravado.

"Oh no," (Y/N) shook her head, "I know exactly who you are, Mr. Tommy Shelby, leader of the Peaky Blinders. You run the ruthless razor gang here in Small Heath. Yeah...I asked around about you, and I quickly found out how you use fear tactics to get what you want without having to give monetary compensation in return; even though you are more than well-off enough to give back to the city. You told me last time that your suits were on the house, or the house would burn down, and I told you that you could go ahead with your decision...so tell me, Mr. Shelby...why hasn't my shop been set ablaze?" she ended her monologue in an innocent tone, her eyebrows raised in intrigue as she leaned against the counter to get a closer look at him.

Tommy took a few minutes to respond. He didn't expect for this to happen. He didn't expect for this unknown woman to be such a thorn in his side. His mind wasn't coming up with something to do, and it infuriated him. So he held her gaze and tried his best to keep up his menacing look as he spoke in a low tone, "just do better fucking work, eh?" he told her, his eyebrows raising to accentuate his statement.

"Or what?" she countered, still not finished with the fight, "will you go to someone else? Oh, maybe that no-name tailor on the North Side?" she continued in a mocking tone, pausing to hear his answer. She smirked when he didn't give one. "That's what I thought...you won't go anywhere else because you know that my work is the best in town. And it'll be even better for you, if you fucking pay me," she ended her statement with a serious look, showing him that she wasn't going to be submitting to his wishes without a fight.

The two held each other's stares for a few more tense moments before Tommy broke away, deciding that he'd be the one to leave the situation. He was not normally one to back down from a fight, but he was sensing that this would be a marathon rather than a sprint. So he stepped away from the counter and began walking towards the door.

(Y/N) didn't let him leave without one last word though. "Next time you come in here to pick up your suits, make sure you ask for me...I will not let you intimidate my employees into submitting to your demands," she told him as she once again glared at the back of his head while he left the shop.

"Miss (Y/L/N)," Trevor, one of the shop's workers, called for (Y/N) as he entered the back room.

"What is it?" she asked as she looked up from the project she was working on.

"Mr. Shelby is here. He's asking for you," Trevor responded, motioning his thumb to the front of the store then.

"Tell him I'll be out in a minute."

"It's Mr. Shelby though, Miss (Y/L/N)," Trevor disagreed with what her decision was.

"And that means that I should drop everything I'm doing and wait on him?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrows, "I've got to finish what I'm working on and then I'll come out and see what he needs," she then explained her plan to him.

"Ok, Miss (Y/L/N)," Trevor nodded his head before he went back out to the storefront.

(Y/N) focused on her project until Trevor came back in again. “Is he waiting?" she asked him.

"Yes, he's waiting," Trevor answered with a nod, "I'm not waiting out there with him though," he added as he then moved over to start organizing the racks.

(Y/N) only chuckled at his statement before she began putting the final touches on the jacket she'd been tailoring. Her task took her several minutes, and once she felt that she'd done her best work, she placed her tools down and stood from her station. She then took a deep breath and composed herself before going to deal with the customer she'd so affectionately been calling the 'thorn in her side'.

"Mr. Shelby..." she greeted him with as much as a smile as he could muster, "what can I do for you today?"

"You say that you are the best tailor in Small Heath, but yet my jacket that I picked up yesterday is missing its liner," he outlined his complaint, showing her the problem then as he held up the jacket in question.

(Y/N) bit on the inside of her cheek to try and stop the pleasurable grin from forming on her face. "Well, Mr. Shelby, this is what you're going to get if you..."

"Stop," Tommy cut her off before she could finish her statement, "you're going to say that this is because I insisted that my suits were on the house, and I don't need to hear it," he told her, his tone letting her know that he wasn't in the mood for her sarcastic comments.

"You want my best work, you pay me full price," she stated, her eyebrows raised to show that she was also serious.

Tommy held her stare for a few moments before he looked away with a sigh. He then reached into his suit jacket and produced a stack of banknotes that were fastened together with a band. Without a word, he placed them down on the counter between him and (Y/N).

“What’s this for?” (Y/N) questioned with a slight tinge of shock in her words, “I was expecting a matchbook and some gasoline,” she then added, wanting to get yet another dig in at the man who had been causing her many headaches since she’d met him several weeks ago.

“Drop the snide remarks, would you?” Tommy asked her, getting a little annoyed at the fact that she was still ragging on him. “That’s for my suits…for past payments and future business,” he explained the reasoning behind the large sum of money that was sitting on the counter.

“Why?” was what (Y/N) asked next. She had to admit that she felt slightly saddened by the fact that he was waving the white flag on this little war they had going on. She was only just getting started with him.

“Because I have more important things to worry about than if my suit is going to come out looking right. I can’t keep going into business worrying about if I’m going to be dressed like a buffoon or not.”

“Huh…” she trailed off, looking down at the money as she took in his statement. “Well, Mr. Shelby, this is rather nice of you to do,” she then said, looking up at him again as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Good, now I better be getting the same level of attention on my suits that my brothers are getting,” he stated, his eyebrows raised slightly.

“You will most certainly be getting the same attention now,” (Y/N) assured him with a nod.

“Good. Thank you,” Tommy also nodded, feeling more at peace now that one of his unnecessary problems had been cleared up.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) echoed his gratitude as she motioned to the money between them. Tommy nodded as he glanced down at what she was referring to. “Do you need anything else, Mr. Shelby? I’d be happy to assist you,” she then asked him, her voice taking on the polite tone that she used with all of her customers…the one that she would now use with him, too.

“I’m ok for now, Miss (Y/L/N),” he declined her help before he then stepped away from the counter to go to the door.

(Y/N) looked down at the money as he exited the shop, and she had to pinch herself to see if that had actually happened. The banknotes were still present after she did, so she picked them up and brought them right back to the safe in the back room. There was no way that she was going to let all that hard earned money sit out in the front register. She went back to her work once it was stowed, a smile on her face as she started the next project. Her persistence had paid off…not even the ‘king of Small Heath’ was able to keep standing up to her. She considered that to be a major victory in her book.

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[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Chapter Twenty-Four

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 4844

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You and Sanzu sat in the backseat of the Haitani brothers' elegant car as you drove with a few men in two more cars to Sato, Nagano and Kuroda's hideout, which you had received a tip from a trusted source. Thanks to Nagasawa and Junko, you were 100% sure that the men were there, so you didn't anticipate any problems. 

Despite focusing on checking your gun and the number of bullets in each of the three spare magazines you had prepared, you listened to the excited Sanzu's story. Of course, he had already taken some of his drugs, which he seemed to only part with for sleep purposes, but he still seemed to have a clear head. 

Of course, every few minutes Ran Haitani had to tell him not to unbuckle his damn seat belt, and you managed to put it back on for him about three times, but apart from that, nothing deviated from any norm. Haruchiyo usually followed safety precautions when he rode in the front of the car with you, but it was more than once the case when he rode in the backseat. You still hadn't been able to figure out why he did this, but you suspected the tinted rear windows gave the illusion of invisibility. 

“Sanzu, for fuck's sake, behave yourself.” Ran said, now slightly irritated, looking back over his shoulder. 

“I'm behaving, what the fuck do you mean?” The pink-haired man answered him, loosening his seat belt. 

“Then behave better because there is no difference.” 

“Fuck you.” Sanzu muttered under his breath, and you shot him a warning look, which he responded with a snort and a roll of his eyes. “Okay, but it's not my fault that I'm so full of energy.” 

It was... 

“You shouldn't have taken the pills.” Rindou commented on this, looking at him in the rearview mirror. “If you screw something up…” 

“He won't screw anything up.” You interjected with a sigh. “I will be there for him. Let's stick to the plan." 

“Then... If he screws up, you'll be responsible for it, L/n.” The older Haitani said in a calm tone, and you knew exactly what that could mean. 

“I won't screw anything up.” Sanzu grumbled quietly, making a grumpy face and turned his head to look through the glass. 

“You won't. We have twelve other people with us. We will deal with Sato and his men in no time.” You said, directing your gaze to the rearview mirror so you could look at Rindou, who gave you a quick glance and a nod. 

“We don't know how many there are.” Ran reminded and you shrugged. 

“And they forget who they are messing with.” 

"Exactly." Sanzu laughed quietly, not taking his eyes off the views through the car window. “This is the night when they will regret coming out of their mothers' wombs.” 

“I'd love to push them back in there.” You mumbled and Sanzu turned his head towards you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his half-amused, half-disgusted expression. 

"You are disgusting." 

“We're getting there.” The younger Haitani commented and after a short while you saw an abandoned three-story building. 

The car stopped and other Bonten cars stopped near you. No one got out of the vehicles waiting for your signal. There was silence inside the Haitani brothers' car and you felt a strange shiver run down your spine. 

“So…” Rindou began, taking the keys out of the ignition. 

“Yeah, so…” His older brother cleared his throat, and you realized you weren't the only one who felt a twinge of uncertainty. 

“Let's get this over with.” Sanzu growled and got out of the car. 

“Wait…” You tried to grab his hand, but the man was faster, leaving you no choice but to follow him. “Fuck…” 

The remaining men followed closely behind you and Ran motioned for them to split up and try to enter the building through other possible entrances. You noticed that many of the windows had no glass or the windows themselves were boarded up with fiberboard to prevent intruders from entering. Who would want to sit here? 

“According to information from Nagasawa, there are two entrances, but you can easily use the unblocked windows.” Rindou reminded and you all drew your weapons at the same time to keep them at the ready, but none of you raised them. “Our targets should be sitting in one of the rooms at the back of the building on the third floor.” 

"What is this place?" You asked as you approached the main entrance. There was a roof over it, with traces of a plaque visible on it, which probably contained the name of the building. 

“Private clinic for the insane. It closed down about twenty years ago.” Rindou replied to you, focusing on the double doors. 

"Great. Why?" 

“The business collapsed when it came to light that two nurses were killing patients. They allowed them to do this for almost five years.” Sanzu said with a wide smile on his face. “Patients' well-being above all else.” 

“Harsh.” You grumbled and went inside. 

The hall of the former clinic was large and its elegance faded over time. There was rubbish and dead leaves lying everywhere, and there were lamps on the walls with peeling wallpaper, most of which had broken lampshades, but some of them were still working. 

“Shouldn't they cut off the electricity here?” You asked, looking around the room. 

“They did it, although as you can see it was enough to bypass a few security measures…” Rindou replied to you, his voice echoing further. 

“There's no guard.” He noticed Ran's contemptuous tone and looked at you with a sly smile. “Let's split up and surprise our hosts. Rindou.” 

He moved to the left, and his younger brother followed obediently, leaving you and Sanzu the hall to the right. 

“Let's not delay, Y/n. I wonder what they have hidden here.” The pink-haired man laughed, looking at you with eyes in which you saw a mad gleam. “Bring me luck again and you will receive another reward.” 

Your cheeks started to get warmer, and thoughts started to enter your head that you shouldn't focus on at the moment. You snorted quietly and shook your head, following your, at this point, boss. 

You walked in silence down the corridor immersed in semi-darkness, the echo of your footsteps bouncing off the walls. Still, no one was stopping you and you could see Sanzu becoming more and more confident. He stopped in front of a door and pushed it open with his foot. It opened with a creak of hinges and the interior of some kind of office, probably a doctor's office, appeared before your eyes. There was an old, rickety desk in front of the half-boarded window, and most of the floor was covered with scattered papers. 

Sanzu picked one up and you looked at it, peering over the man's shoulder. 

“These are patient files. Shouldn't they archive it?” 

“I don't give a shit.” The other replied by dropping the paper back onto the dirty floor. He moved on and you gave the room one last glance and followed him. 

You quickly climbed the stairs to the next floor, which seemed cleaner, as if someone had used it more often, and Haruchiyo's shoulders shook with silent laughter. 

“I guess we need to start keeping an eye out, L/n.” He said calmly and at the end of the corridor a door opened with a cracked frosted glass insert. 

You saw four of your men who let you know that the way was clear, so you moved on. Suddenly, a flash of light came through the boarded-up windows, and after a few seconds you heard the sound of thunder. 

"Wonderful weather." Sanzu joked and another cold shiver ran down your spine. 

Suddenly, you heard a few quiet curses from down the hall and the sound of something heavy being pushed across the floor. You and Haru looked at each other and moved towards the sounds. Your heart was beating faster due to the adrenaline. 

You stopped in front of another room where you heard a quiet shuffling sound and Haru looked at you. His pupils were dilated from the drugs he had taken. He put his index finger to his lips, which were twisted in a cruel smile, telling you to remain silent. You raised your gun slightly and when Sanzu kicked the door, you both ran inside. 

In the dim light that came through the poorly sealed window, you saw a figure that you immediately recognized as male. Sanzu tried to throw a punch at the enemy he encountered, but he quickly dodged it and responded quickly with the same, but the pink-haired man managed to block the incoming punch without the slightest problem. 

You attacked the figure from the other side, trying to hit his head with the gun, but he leaned back greatly, avoiding the blow again. Unfortunately, this time the character bumped into some old furniture and lost his balance for a moment. That was it. 

Your companion grabbed a dark figure by the jacket and threw it against the wall. You immediately jumped towards them and placed the barrel of the gun under the young man's chin, whose eyes almost popped out of their sockets in utter terror. 

“Oh fuck, please don't…” You heard a familiar voice and recognized the young man in the dim light. 

“What the hell are you doing here, Miyata?” You asked in disbelief, feeling your heart begin to grow cold. 

“Miyata? Yata-chan?” Sanzu said in surprise, not letting go of the boy. On the contrary, his slim fingers tightened their grip on the thief's jacket. “You should be with Madarame at his club.” 

“I… I'll explain everything…” The young man began in a tearful voice and you saw tears begin to form in his wide eyes. “I'll really explain everything, boss!” 

“Shut up.” You growled, feeling anger surge through you. "What are you doing here?" 

“A-Akira called, and I had to meet him. I…I had no choice!” 

“You work for us, not him.” Sanzu said calmly, looking at him closer. “Or maybe you were working for him all along, huh?” 

This time, Yata didn't say anything, his eyes darting from Sanzu to you and back again. 

“Mikey let you go on with your life, why did you fuck it up?” 

The young man you had grown to like looked down and swallowed hard. There was guilt written all over his face. 

"Hey!" The pink-haired man yanked him hard enough that his head hit the wall. “You've been asked a question, you little shit.” 

“Kuroda took me in once. I had no choice..." Said the boy, trying to free himself from Sanzu's grip, which he didn't like at all. 

“Where do you think you're going, huh?” He smiled and turned to you. “Boy is a fucking informer. You know what to do, Y/n.” 

“No, please Boss L/n, no!” Yata started crying, but you didn't say a single word. 

When Haruchiyo's hands let go of the traitor's jacket and the man stepped back, you pulled the trigger without hesitation. There was a bang that, as fate would have it, merged with another thunderclap, which this time struck somewhere closer and the lifeless body of Fuku Miyata fell to the floor, leaving a smear of blood on the old wallpaper. 

“And he could be useful.” Sanzu sighed theatrically, leaning over the body and shaking his head. “Don't hold it against yourself, Y/n. It's not your fault that some people are too weak and cowardly to take advantage of the opportunity once given to them to redeem themselves." 

He straightened up and smiled at you. "Cheer up. This is not the first and not the last time someone has betrayed Bonten.” 

“I take it more personally.” You replied in an icy tone, taking a tissue from your pocket and carefully wiping your face, where you could feel the wet droplets on it. When you looked at the tissue again, you saw red spots. 

"That's good. Correctly." Number two commented on it and you moved on. “I wonder what he was looking for there.” 

“I don't give a damn. Kuroda is mine.” 

“Ooh. And for what reason?” 

“Because Sato is yours and Nagano belongs to the Haitanis.” 

“Where did this idea come from, hmm?” Sanzu became interested, looking at you carefully. “I believe Kuroda rules them and I'm just behind Mikey in the hierarchy…” 

“Because he screwed up Miyata's life.” 

“Yata screwed it up himself.” The man grumbled. “You got him, Mikey gave him another chance and he blew it because he was more afraid of Akira. Kuroda is mine.” 

"Please." 

Haruchiyo looked at you dispassionately, but after a short while he sighed and turned his head to look straight ahead again. "So be it. But don't fuck with him. Get this done quickly.” 

"Thank you." 

“Give it up.” The other one grumbled and you stopped in front of another staircase. “He won more than just your sympathy. He had a few whores wrapped around his little finger and Kakucho spoke highly of him.” 

“We fell for it, that's all.” You said calmly, feeling disappointed and angry at yourself. You should have predicted that Akira wouldn't surround himself with such wimps as Yata made himself out to be. 

You started climbing to the next floor and as soon as you walked through the door, you were greeted by a sight you weren't expecting. The windows along the entire length of the corridor were covered very tightly with fiberboards, so that no light from all the lit wall lamps escaped outside. 

This floor was well-kept and there wasn't a single dead leaf or piece of trash on the carpeted floor. It was clear that you were in the right place. 

At the end of the hall, you saw the Haitani brothers walking through the door, accompanied by some of the people from Bonten who had arrived with you, and the rest of the people stood on either side of the branch that must have led to the previously mentioned back of the building. Against one of the walls lay the limp bodies of three men you hadn't seen before. Some of them had traces of blood and beatings on them, but you didn't hear any shots. 

Maybe the storm drowned them out? You saw the glint of blades in the two men's hands and realized that they were being extremely careful not to lure your targets into the corridor. 

Both you, Sanzu and both Haitanis approached the branch and the leader of the small group of men explained the situation to you. From the room at the end of the corridor, you could hear loud bursts of laughter, some shouting and insults, but apart from three people, there was no one else in sight. 

“We checked if they had any keys with them and it turned out that one guy had a whole bunch. We have checked and blocked off all accessible rooms on this floor.” One of the men, whose face was marked with small scars as if from shards of glass, spoke softly. “No additional opponents. There are some crates in two rooms that we haven't checked…” Another clap of thunder, followed by a burst of laughter at the end of the hall. “To the left there is a small warehouse made of two connected rooms. The shelves are full of some packages and bottles.” 

"Contents?" Sanzu asked calmly and the man turned his hard, professional gaze on him. 

“I suspect drugs and alcohol. Not verified.” 

"All right." 

"I'm not sure." Ran interjected, grimacing slightly. 

"What do you mean?" 

“Would they keep such valuable goods here unattended?” 

"Right." You muttered, looking at the dead bodies against the wall and Sanzu huffed in annoyance. “But then again, we don't know how many people are behind that door.” 

“Maybe they let the guards take a break.” Rindou nodded, checking his gun. “They're having a good time there.” 

Suddenly there was a startled cry that sounded like a woman's, followed by another burst of laughter. 

“Too good for my taste.” You grimaced in disgust and looked at the leader of the thugs. “Do we have any losses?” 

“None. It was an easy job.” 

“So, what are we waiting for? These motherfuckers are getting on my nerves.” Sanzu shook his head, relaxing the muscles in his neck and shoulders. “I want to go in there and fuck up everyone, including the whores they have there.” 

“Leave some for the rest.” Rindou laughed softly and Ran signaled to approach the observed door. “It's time to get down to work.” 

The closer you were to the door, the more words you heard, which were drowned out by the storm outside. It seemed like no one on the street would pay attention to the sounds of gunfire you were sure would happen that night. This will be the end. One of the problems will be solved... 

“It's show time.” Sanzu laughed and kicked open the double doors, which hit the walls inside the room with a bang. 

The heads of everyone gathered inside turned towards the entrance and any conversation or laughter died in the throats of people, both men and women. The room was quite large and well-lit by lamps that hung from the ceiling with peeling paint. 

You counted about twenty people in various degrees of undress, including seven prostitutes. It seemed like you had interrupted the orgy and you were amazed that they were so willing to have fun with each other under the circumstances. People really reacted to stress in all sorts of different ways. 

“Good evening, gentlemen... And ladies.” Sanzu greeted cheerfully, although there was a menacing note in his voice. “Sorry for the intrusion, but…” Men from Bonten lined up on either side of you and aimed their guns at the group. “For reasons well known to you, we are obliged to return the favor to you.” 

“No offense…” Ran interjected, and from the tone of his voice you assumed he was directing his words at terrified women. “I should say it's nothing personal, but your hosts know it's complete nonsense.” 

“You bastards…” You heard the voice of the man who started your latest adventure. 

“Ladies, if you want to survive…” Sanzu smiled, leaning forward slightly. “You can still change sides…” Three women started walking towards you, and two of them were immediately shot by a man in a dark gray suit who was standing right next to Sato. “Or not…” Haru finished in a surprised voice. 

"Kill them! What are you waiting for?!" The former club owner screamed, and his subordinates grabbed their weapons. 

Not everyone managed to draw it because members of the Bonten gang opened fire on them. The bullets flew in both directions, hitting not only the bodies, but also the furniture and walls, causing the remaining women to burst into uncontrollable panic, which resulted in them being caught in the crossfire and dying on the spot. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw one prostitute who managed to break through your ranks and hid behind the wall right next to the door. At least one... 

The bullet that whistled past your head brought you back to the ground and you focused on your opponents. You knocked over an empty table and hid behind it, dragging Sanzu with you, who snorted at you very displeasedly, but remained cautious. You saw Ran and Rindou do the same, finding cover behind another table. Three of your men were lying on the floor, but only one of them was still moving. His commander dragged him behind one of the couches, leaving streaks of fresh blood on the floor. 

“Kill them all damn it! What am I paying you for?!” Sato screamed again and Sanzu leaned out from behind the table, aimed the gun, squeezed the trigger and there was a scream of pain. 

“Hit.” He smiled widely at you and went back to exchanging fire with the rest of his still alive opponents. “Oh no, you're not going anywhere…” He growled, and before you could react, he was on his feet and chasing after two men who were leaving the room through a door at the opposite end. 

“Sanzu!” You shouted after him, but he ignored you, so all you had to do was shield him with your own weapon. 

“Where is this fucker running?!” You heard Rindou's voice. 

"Leave him! Don't get in his way!” Ran answered him and when you saw the bottles of alcohol that the pink-haired man passed by exploded due to the impact of the bullet that was intended for him, you jumped up and followed him. 

“L/n!” 

You ignored Rindou's calls and ran after your friend, sending several bullets towards the man along the way, who was aiming at Sanzu's back again. They all hit their mark and you ran out into the dimly lit corridor. You saw Haruchiyo disappearing around the corner and you followed him with a loud curse. 

“Sanzu!” You called out again, and when you heard the first few shots and a groan of pain, your heart sped up again. “Sanzu! For fuck's sake!” 

You came around the corner and saw the body of one of the men running from you on the floor. You stopped next to him to check if he was still alive, but as soon as your fingers touched his neck you felt wetness. You turned his body and saw that at least two bullets had hit him in the neck, causing him to die instantly. 

You wiped your hand on his suit and headed down the hall, resuming your pursuit. You saw another door behind which you heard the sound of shooting and stopped. Your first instinct was to rush inside, but you knew you could get shot or die right away, and dying was the last thing you wanted to do, so you crouched and carefully peered inside. 

The room looked like a conference room, which surprised you, but you didn't pay much attention to it. What interested you most was Sanzu, who was hiding behind the tables, his face was full of determination and focus, but as soon as he saw you out of the corner of his eye, he turned his head towards you and in his bright eyes you saw madness and indescribable joy. 

You nodded at him and moved, leaning heavily in the other direction, trying to get at your opponent from behind. 

“Akira!” Sanzu shouted and the shots stopped. "Give up! You don't have the slightest chance!” 

“For you to just kill me?!” A hoarse voice answered him. 

“You're going to die anyway!” At Sanzu's words, Kuroda laughed briefly. “Don't drag it out. You better shoot yourself in the head, otherwise I'll do it for you!” 

“I have a better idea! How about I put a bullet in your fucking head?!” 

“Nah, I'll be fine!” Sanzu laughed from the other side of the room than you saw him, and it occurred to you that he had moved, apparently trying to get to Hachirou Kuroda as well. 

“Fuck…” The other one swore, realizing it too, and you heard the tramp of feet, and after a while, several shots hit the wall and the furniture standing in the road. 

You looked out from behind the table you were hiding behind and saw a pimp standing behind a wide concrete column, who was responsible for disappearing prostitutes from the streets and handing them over to Emiko and Daisuke. 

“What did you get out of it, Kuroda?!” Sanzu shouted again. "Money? Satisfaction?” 

“You can suck my dick, you fucking dog!” 

“Not nice, very rude.” 

“We were getting girls for the syndicate, but you were paying less and less!” 

“Bullshit!” The pink-haired man growled furiously. 

“Maybe yes, maybe no…” Akira growled, peeking out from behind the column, and as soon as the bullet from Haruchiyo's gun hit the concrete, sending shards of debris everywhere, he hid again. “They paid us more to kill those whores!” 

“Who paid you?” Sanzu asked as he shot towards the column one more time. “Uchiyamas?!” 

Kuroda let out a raspy laugh and from where you sat you saw him nod. “You have no idea! Too bad you got them, and the business went bust. They were seriously fucked up and the price didn't matter to them at all!” 

“We got the whore, but the motherfucker escaped!” Sanzu said and Kuroda straightened up, quickly emerging from behind the column and hiding again. 

"You are prattling nonsense." He said more quietly, and you heard the surprise in his voice. "Seriously?" 

"Seriously." 

There was silence for a moment, then the man burst out laughing again. “You're screwed! Oh fuck, you guys are totally fucked!” 

“Huh? And why is that?” Sanzu asked a little hesitantly and in your mind, you could see the confusion written on his face. 

“Because since he escaped you and you haven't found him yet…” He chuckled. “That means he'll get to his boss!” 

“Nagano is dead!” The pink-haired man got angry, and you moved closer to the pimp as quietly as you could so as not to attract his attention. 

“Nagano was a nobody! Just like that idiot Sato!” 

“So, who is your boss?” 

“Fuck you, you son of a bitch! You will find out when he starts slaughtering you one by one!” 

“You have one last chance, Kuroda!” 

“Fuck you!” Akira leaned out from his hiding place again and started shooting at the hidden Sanzu, so you moved even closer and as you stood right behind him, Haruchiyo shouted as if he telepathically knew where you were... 

“L/n!” 

You knew that hard tone of voice and you knew it only meant one thing. Kill. 

Kuroda quickly turned towards you, purest terror appearing on his face, and without a word, you pulled the trigger, hitting the man in the face... 

*bang, bang, bang* 

Akira's limp body slid down the column to the floor, leaving a stain of blood and pieces of light goo on the concrete. At least one bullet passed through his skull. 

You stood with your gun still pointed at him and when you heard footsteps, you didn't look up. 

“Fuck…” Haruchiyo drawled, standing next to you and leaning forward. He laughed and shook his head. “Nice, Y/n. Really good.” 

You muttered under your breath and secured your gun. As you licked your dry lips, you felt a metallic taste and then realized that Kuroda's blood had splattered on your face. You grimaced and pulled a tissue from your pocket to clean yourself. 

Sanzu started searching the dead man's pockets and after a while he pulled out his phone and a small notebook. He tried to unlock the device but failed. 

“Try his fingerprints.” You crouched down next to him and grabbed one of Akira's hands. 

This time the phone was unlocked and Sanzu immediately changed the security settings so that the man's fingers wouldn't have to be cut off. 

“Do you think he was telling the truth? That about Nagano and Sugiyama?” You asked, examining your companion for any wounds. 

"Yes. I don't think this dick was lying. Nagano was a nobody and your ex’s hubby was a much more formidable character than even Akira.” Sanzu replied to you while looking through the victim's phone. “Interesting, interesting...” 

You found a larger bloodstain on the pink-haired man's collar and pulled the fabric aside. Clean, no wounds. You're relieved. 

"I'm fine." Sanzu said calmly, getting up from his crouch and putting the finds into the pocket of his own suit. “Let's go, Y/n. There's nothing for us here." 

“Don't ever chase someone again while they're still firing... Please.” You said, calmly following the man. 

“That's why you're there to defend me, L/n.” He replied to you, and you bit the inside of your cheek lightly. 

Just before the door, Sanzu stopped and turned to face you. He looked at you for a moment before gesturing with his finger for you to come closer. You did it obediently and the corner of his mouth turned up slightly. 

“I like it when you worry about me like that, you know Y/n?” He said quietly and grabbed your tie, pulling you closer to him. 

You tried to look into his eyes, but they moved down your face to stop at your lips. Your heart skipped a beat as Haruchiyo brought his face closer to yours and his hot breath fanned across your cheek. You turned your head slightly and the tip of your nose brushed lightly against his cheek. 

“I love it when you follow me like an obedient dog.” His tone was playful, but you knew he was telling the truth. Your lips connected for a brief moment, but it was enough to make the blood rush in your head. “Let's go. I'm curious about the others.” 

Sanzu moved away from you, letting go of your tie and you followed him again. 

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[roxiewyatthb]

If you’re still down for writing drabbles: I’m a sucker for one character noticing that they’re making the other’s heart beat faster and exploiting whatever worked whilst teasing them about how fast their heart is beating!

YEAH OFC!! Thanks for submitting! Feel free to come back and request something whenever you want 🥰❤️

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The night is quiet, allowing a wide window to be opened -- letting the crisp, cool night air to flow throughout your room and as a result you cuddle up to your partner.

Their body heat seeped into you, warming you up in an incredibly comforting way as you lay on top of them. All in all, it was the perfect night. A cold room with your partner serving as your warmth, your favorite program playing on the TV, couch cuddling, and their heartbeat in your ear. Even if it was a bit distracting.

Since the program was nothing but a distant chatter at this point, you decided to turn your attention to your partner. Curiosity got the better of you -- so you moved your hand that was rested on their chest and grabbed a hold of their wrist.

I wonder what's the delay between their heart beating and the pulse in their wrist. You thought to yourself while gently pressing your finger to their pulse point.

You were only able to feel a few beats before your partner spoke up, "Hey..what are you doing?" they asked in a slightly shaky voice. However, this didn't phase you. You thought maybe they were just a bit cold from the breeze in the room.

"I just want to see how long it takes for your blood to reach your wrist." You responded in an innocent voice.

Your partner couldn't form words. How do they answer you? If they said to stop you'd only question why and that might-

"Your heart got a little faster." You stated with a light giggle.

That'll do it.

Your partner sat up on the couch -- lifting you up with them. "Okay, yeah, hey, um..." they paused for a moment while you looked at them with a puzzled face. "th-that's a bit weird, isn't it?" They questioned you.

"...is it? I didn't think so." You plainly stated, noticing the nervousness in their voice and their change of body language...and are they starting to blush?

Do you question them further? Or leave them be and go back to what you were doing before this?

You chose the former.

"If it made you feel so weird then why are you blushing like you do when you enjoy something?" You emphasize chosen words -- you really wanted to get it out of them. Teasing and probing won't hurt.

"I-...I didn't-"

"You did!" You cut them off in excitement. "Oh, but it was only when I commented on it, right?" Putting your theory to the test, you press your ear to their chest, right over their heart -- which is absolutely racing now.

"Hm...well...I'm not sure if I can get it any faster at this point but I guess I can try." You point out after realizing how fast their heart is already going, but you quickly learn that it can, in fact, get faster. "Oh! There it is...so commenting does work."

Your partner stays quiet and still, gripping at the fabric of the couch you're still sat on.

"Do you like when I comment on your heart?~" You ask in a tone thick with teasing.

They don't respond, instead, they let out a noise that gives off positive vibes.

"I see...so, you'd like it if I say I can hear the blood rushing in and out of your..." Words left your mind, blanking on the medical term for what part of their heart you're talking about -- opting for a mere hand-gesture.

"You know the-" You open and close your hand against their chest, trying to mimic the motion of their heart pumping until you get the word. "Valves! You like it when I say I can hear each drop of blood rushing in and out of your strong valves...?"

Your partner nodded desperately, but that isn't good enough for you. "I need to hear you say it. I can't see you from this angle." "Ye-yes."

"'Yes', what?" You want to hear them say it -- hear the shakiness in their voice as they answer you.

"...yes...I love it when you say you can hear the blood rushing through my valves." They respond with that adorable shakiness.

An amused laugh leaves your lips and you decide to tease them even further, "Did you know you're heart is racing right now?"

They did. You didn't have to mention it.

As if reading their mind you respond, "Oh, boo! You know I had to mention it~"

If they were already like this with so little teasing, you wondered how far you could take this -- and how fast you could get their heart pounding.

[erithel]

Hello erithel!! I'm very embarrassed to ask this... but I really want to read your fics on AO3 and for some reason I don't understand, it won't let me...

Basically, when I click where theoretically the fic should open, for some reason only the summary appears and not the chapters or the text, and other times reading on AO3 it hasn't happened to me... What I mean is, do you know the reason and if there would be any other way to read your fics elsewhere if it doesn't work for me on AO3 since I really want to read them especially after reading your comics 😅😅😄😄

I don't know if it would be too much to ask if you could put a link or something...

(I feel super embarrassed to ask you this really...)

By the way, your art is seriously awesome, probably many people tell you but I wasn't into klance and thanks to your art I got into it jsjs"

I send you a image of my problem:

Huh. First of all don't feel embarrassed. Technical issues happen and you should always feel welcome to ask question if there's confusion.

Secondly I really appreciate your kind words about my work, and the fact that you are interested in reading my fics!

The unfortunate part is that I have never had anyone experience this issue before (or at least none who have let me know), so I am afraid to say I don't have a for sure solution for you. :(

What I can say is that -

#1, I have not restricted my fics, so they should be available for anyone to read.

#2, unfortunately the only other place where the chapters show up are on my patreon and that doesn't include all of the fics just the more recent ones.

#3, as far as I know ao3 doesn't have any kind of control over who can view what. I only recently was made aware that instagram was restricting some of my comic posts from minors, but again I don't think ao3 has anything like that (and I have no idea how old you are lol). That being said, the fic "Broken Things" you used as the example does have one of the major content warnings on it, and I know you can filter out certain ratings/subjects/content, so that might be something to check.

#4, the only kind of solution I can think of is having you try just clearing your cache/cookies. I know I've had to do that to get ao3 to load a few times, and maybe that might help? It is weird that you are able to see some of it but not the whole thing.

I am very, very not tech savvy so there might be a simple solution to this issue. If anyone else knows about this and especially knows how to fix it, please leave a comment!

I am so sorry you're having an issue with this, and I am even more sorry I can't give you a good answer on how to solve it. If nothing works, you might just need to reach out to ao3 support, although I'm not sure how quickly they respond.

[littlemissmanga]

This is just a lil update for anyone following this blog/anticipating requests/wondering if I'm still active.

Read more to be mindful of y'all's dashboards ...

Aight, so real life has been stressful and heavy for a while. Nothing out of the ordinary or too bad. I'm just overworked and overstressed thanks to work.

For a long time, this community offered an a place to decompress. Not only that, it allowed me to be creative and social at the same time.

And for that I have to give a huge thank you 💓 seriously, to everyone who ever interacted with me, with my writing, with my unhinged thots, thank you. You don't know the gift you gave.

But as work stress bled into burnout, I found myself using this blog and community as a way to disassociate and not actually process what I was experiencing and that led to a very lethargic and anxious me. And that stress has now taken a real physical toll and my Dr is concerned enough to push for real lifestyle changes.

So I have started and will continue my reduced activity here, so I can be more mindful and present in other areas of my life and correct what needs correcting there first.

I'll still be working on requests, though much slower. And I'll still be reblogging and engaging with other's works. But I may be less consistent or slower in responding and leaving comments. I may even miss a few fics. It won't be anything personal, it'll just be what I see when I'm online.

I'm hopeful that in time I'll be able to become more active again. I miss this space and all of you so much. But I want to be the best me when I do.

Thank you all so much for your patience, and for enjoying my writing. I see you all ... liking, reblogging, commenting, tagging me. And I appreciate it all!! Please know that, even if I don't respond for now.