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racinggirl · 2 years

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Streamers - LN4

(requested by anonymous)

‘’Hey chat! Long time no see, I know, forgive me for enjoying my holiday, thank you very much.’’ You started your stream with a smile after being on a holiday for an entire month. ‘’So, what are we feeling today, COD, fall guys, F1?’’ You read the suggestions in the chat and thanked the subscribers on your Twitch channel.

After talking with the chat for a while you eventually decided on COD. ‘’I’ve been out for a while, can you tell?’’ You laughed as you died almost instantly. You soon got the hang of it again and after a few rounds of winning every single game you got up to get your dinner from the microwave.

Meanwhile, the chat was going absolutely crazy, you had gained a few thousand viewers and was now up to almost 34K viewers.

‘Lando Norris RAID’

‘RAIIIIID!’

‘Who else isn’t surprised Lando raided her?’

You came back with your dinner and sat down, taking a bite of the pasta you took out of the microwave. ‘’Raid? Oh my god!’’ You put the plate on the side of the table and smiled as you saw the name. Lando Norris.

You never actually met him, or even played a game with him, and you weren’t sure why, since you basically always raided each other. You were amused by his streams, the way he would get mad when something went wrong, hitting the table, and immediately regretting it because he either broke something on the table, or hurt himself whilst doing that. But also the way he coped with the stress he had because of the races, as well as the way he was so passionate about gaming and streaming.

You weren’t watching every Formula One race because your schedule was quite busy itself, but whenever you had some free time, you’d switch on the TV to watch the cars drive 200 miles an hour.

‘’Lando, thank you for the raid, how was your stream?’’ You waited for his response in the chat, taking another bite of your delicious pasta, ignoring the thousands of questions people would ask about the two of you.

‘’Muppet are you ready? We should get going.’’ Max stood behind his best friend, looking at the screen of his computer as he saw how Lando kept typing in your chat. ‘’Just ask her to play a game together already, how long have you been crushing on her exactly?’’ ‘’Shut up mate, yeah, I’m ready.’’ Lando closed his Twitch, but only after making sure you saw his comment that said he had to run because Max was getting impatient.

That’s how the last few weeks went, whenever he saw you were live, he looked at your streams, occasionally sending things in the chat, hoping you’d see his name and respond to whatever silly comment he had posted. He also gave you a sub gift every time he watched your stream, and the chat began to notice.

You became friends in real life after Lando finally gathered up the courage to ask you to join him for one of his charity streams, and you happily agreed. You had been gaming together for more than just one stream and exchanged phone numbers because he had to make a group chat for the stream, at least, that was just his excuse to get a hold of your phone number.

#Lando x (Y/N) was quickly becoming trending on both Twitter and Instagram. Your friends started to ask you questions about your relationship with the driver, but you told them it was just a friendship, because it was. Apart from the many followers you gained on both your Twitch, Instagram and Twitter account, you also started to receive hate. It wasn’t something new to you, as you had gotten hate before and it didn’t really bother you because you knew you were better than that. However when you noticed the hate wasn’t about your streaming anymore you got confused. From ‘Lando doesn’t actually like you’ and ‘He doesn’t want a gamer girlfriend’ to actual harassments, people telling you to double check whenever you crossed the road. You knew they were probably just jealous fans, but you didn’t quite catch why they would come at you like that. You weren’t Lando’s girlfriend, just a friend, no feelings on either side, or you thought.

It was a Wednesday evening as you started your stream and you subconsciously kept looking at the chat, waiting to see his name pop up with a random comment that would for sure make you smile. And as if you could predict the future, his name showed up in the chat, making the fans go into a cardiac arrest.

As you finished a game of fall guys, you turned on some copywrite free music to entertain the chat as you went to your front door. The mailman had a few packages and you accepted them with a smile, since you knew what you had ordered.

Walking back to your gaming room you saw a package you did not order, so you placed it on the table next to your computer and focused back on your own packages.

‘’Chat, don’t get too excited, but,’’ you started and smirked, opening the box that was sitting on your lap and you grabbed a black hoodie out of it. You walk out of the room to change into your new hoodie. It was your own merchandise, your first ever merch and you were extremely happy about it. ‘’I have my own merch.’’ You smirked excitedly and saw how the chat went absolutely insane.

After giving them the information on where and when to get the merchandise you looked over at your phone that was laying next to the mysterious package. A snapchat, from Lando.

It was a picture of him, wearing your merchandise. You had the opportunity to send some of your friends the hoodies and he for sure was on that list. You couldn’t help but smile at the picture and before you could reply you got another picture.

‘Did you get another package?’

You quickly responded with a picture of the mystery package and he replied, saying you should open it once you ended the stream. So that was exactly what you did.

At 11 P.M. you said bye to your chat and opened the package almost immediately, since you knew it was Lando’s package; he made that pretty obvious.

You carefully opened the box and laughed to yourself as you took the blue McLaren x LN hoodie out of it. You were about to close the box when you notice something else was at the bottom of the box.

More weeks had passed, you had arrived at Silverstone, UK, and grabbed your McLaren VIP paddock pass that was hanging around your neck. After placing your pass in front of the scanner at the entrance of the paddock you heard a bleep and walked straight to the McLaren motorhome.

‘’Y/N!’’ You recognized the voice and turned around to see a smiley and nervous Lando walking towards you. ‘’Lando, hey.’’ You went to hug him and he held out his hand, creating quite an awkward situation between the two of you.

‘’Thank you for the gift, both of it.’’ You smiled as you turned around on your tiptoes, showing him the blue hoodie and the paddock pass. ‘’Yeah, of course, no problem.’’ He responded with a smile and the both of you started to walk towards the motorhome.

His friends and co-workers knew about his crush on you, since he could not stop talking about you to his friends, as well as him talking to his co-workers about how excited he was when the team agreed on sending you a paddock pass. And here you were, standing in the McLaren garage as he was out on the track, going 200 miles an hour. And yet the most nerve-racking thing to him wasn’t the race, it was seeing you after it.

He managed to get an astonishing P4 at his home race and once he had finished the interviews he ran straight to his motorhome, knowing you would be there because you agreed on waiting for him after the race.

You saw him almost tripping over his own feet as soon as he entered the motorhome and that made you laugh, which was, to him, the purest thing in the world. ‘’Nice job out there.’’ You smiled and you could see his cheeks turning a light shade of red. ‘’Thanks, you too.’’ He said, mentally hitting himself after he spoke those words. You just laughed and thanked him, telling him you were trying your best to cheer for him while being in the garage.

‘’Y/N, I was wondering,’’ he started as he nervously played with the zipper of his race suit that was hanging over his hips. ‘’If ehm, maybe you would like to, ehm,’’ you could only smile at how adorable he looked, struggling to talk, nervous breaths coming out of his mouth. ‘’If you would like to go out with me some time? As a date?’’ He didn’t dare to look at you for a few seconds, but after you stayed silent for maybe a little too long he looked up. ‘’You don’t have to, I mean it was just a question, I get it if you don’t want to, we could just play games instead and-.’’ He kept rambling, which was the cutest thing ever, but you cut him off.

‘’Yes Lando, I would love to go on a date with you.’’ And that made him relax, smile and happy, finally having the courage and confidence to ask his crush on a date. To ask you on a date.

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tar-oh · 2 years

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PAC: Messages About This Year For You

So, disclaimer, I actually worked on this back in December but life has a way of getting in the way, or at least, pushing things back. I definitely always feel like that means that whatever messages I receive just aren't meant to be shared at that moment. While I had intended on this to be a very general outlook on the whole year, the piles did what they wanted to, and chose very specific messages. So, this is more about themes/lessons you may encounter throughout the year rather than a breakdown of the year itself. So, these are things that could pop up at any point during the year. If anything, they might just apply to what you're dealing with currently, or within the next few months. A few things to note: First off, I am open to private readings. Even when I'm not posting on here, I usually am. However, I'm thinking about raising my price by a couple dollars just because of how much time I spend on the personal readings. I'm not going to raise the prices just yet, mostly because I think that's something that should happen when I'm less focused on school so that I can focus more on the readings. So, when I do raise my prices, I will let all of you know (obviously). Also, here's my general disclaimer: This is a collective reading. You may find that parts resonate and other parts do not. So, if you feel like you're in need of more personal insight, I am here for personal readings. Otherwise, there are plenty of other readers out there, too! I am always open for tips but they're not necessary (just greatly appreciated):

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Here is a random set of pictures of random niche things that my brain decided it was a good idea to save onto my computer as the piles, but now they're in a poorly edited collage because tumblr only lets you upload 10 images per post: 1: Sunset CURVE!!!! (Julie and the Phantoms) 2: Rich Evans mispronouncing sasquatch as "sack squatch" (Red Letter Media Best of the Worst) 3: "Microwaving Uranium Ore" (Official Duck Studios) 4: Calum Hood looking confused

Pile 1:

Cards: Broom, Perseverance, Artemis (Focus), Asphodel, Feverfew, King Solomon (Legacy)

My first impression before diving into the cards any deeper is that I think there's a general fear within this group. I get more of an anxiety than a phobia or anything like that. But it's general, almost like a fear of change or something like that. I think 2022 is bringing you much-needed relief with this fear, whether it's gaining the courage to work through your fears, or even just taking them away completely (i.e. bad situations disappearing). Most of these cards show lone figures, so even if you do get outside help, I am more inclined to think that this is more of an internal process. I'm also seeing number progression, we have 28, 29, and 30, so to me that always means moving forward.

I'm going to start with this King Solomon card. Now, this card speaks of heightened psychic abilities, so I do think some of you are going to be finding that you're just going to be knowing. By that, I mean, maybe your dreams are going to feel significant this year. For example, they could be prophetic, or maybe just give you epiphanies about situations within your life. I also am seeing that this card, since it bears the word "legacy" as its little keyword, it means that 2022 may be important in terms of laying your foundations (or the foundations for what's next in your life). I could also see this card bringing big "main-character" energy, meaning if you feel like you've been living in the passenger seat of your life, I think this year is about you sliding over to the driver's side and taking back control. This, to me, goes hand in hand with the Broom card. This card speaks of clearing away what doesn't serve you, i.e. sweeping it out of your life. It can talk about both physical and metaphorical clearing. It could be as simple as getting rid of all the clothes you know you're never going to wear again, to being as hard as reassessing the things in your life that aren't serving you (such as habits, jobs, people, places). Please be mindful of which part of that message pertains to you.

I think if you've been finding things particularly hard lately, or within the last year, this pile is especially for you. The Perseverance card talks about taking adversity and learning through it. I always hate when this card comes up in readings because the simple message is that you're being tested and that this test is also teaching you important lessons. But, these lessons are also hard. To be honest, I think if we have the King Solomon card here, I'd say you're doing well with these lessons. This doesn't change how they affect you, though, and I think maybe that's why I got that overall fearful feeling in the beginning. But, the good news is that this just means that these hardships are lessening this year. I can't guarantee total tranquility, but I can at least hint at brighter times. Artemis calls for focus or less focus. It depends on who you are, I think. You either are focusing too much on the outcome of a situation, or you're not focused enough. I think this relates directly to the broom and perseverance cards. Either way, there's something about setting your focus on a mark and working towards it. It just changes how you get there depending on your situation and the degree to which you're focused. Some of you are in need of letting go and allowing it all to flow, others are in need of a more laser-beam focus. I got a really bad headache here, and I think most of you are focusing too hard. I think there's a degree of self-care needed here, and the next two cards from the Seed and Sickle deck should give us some guidance on this. It's funny because while these readings are really general, I feel like I don't usually have to have two differentiating sides, but for this pile, it really feels like there are two groups here. So, I am thinking I have to say that maybe if you felt called to another pile, check it out because there may be a more detailed/focused (ha) message for you.

The feverfew card can have two different meanings. I only recently got this deck, so bear with me with it, but after reading both of the meanings, I actually am thinking it's one of them. The first was that something unpleasant is coming your way. While I am thinking this has some significance to this pile (I'm thinking about perseverance), I am more inclined to think that this card is actually the other meaning. This speaks of you getting through the hardships and then helping others. But, because this is a general reading, I know each of you is at different parts of this journey and that how things progress this year will differ, so I think both messages apply for this group. I do think that once these obstacles are overcome, you're going to feel a sense of renewal, maybe not as strong as a Death card rebirth or something like that, but I think it will make you want to share this energy with others, and the feverfew card asks you to do just that. This especially applies if you have a particular person that helped you through these tough times. It's like, pay-back energy. The Asphodel card I think plays into what the King Solomon card entailed about psychic abilities being enhanced. I think you're going to be called to use your intuition soon, and I think this means that your intuition is spot on, but only if you learn to listen to it. I'm not getting anything about your intuition being blocked or off, but I am thinking this is a message about strengthening it. Another idea behind this card is reaching back into the past. I'm going to be honest, while this card suggests reaching out to a friend or a place you feel nostalgic about, I don't get that, as much as I get maybe a need to revisit something you used to enjoy. I.e. a hobby or a movie or something from your childhood? Granted, I do think there are a few of you who will be called to reach out to an old friend, but because I got a more internal feeling from this pile overall, this feels more like revisiting something...inside. I think this year is going to bring back old memories to the surface, and maybe you're going to have difficulty shaking them. Maybe you're going to find them helpful in some way, but whatever the case may be, it feels as though there's a feeling of nostalgia tied to this.

There's background energy here, that yet again highlights this perseverance that card was talking about. We see it within the Ivy card from the bottom of the Seed and Sickle deck. But we also see it in Demeter too. Her card's keyword is "nurturer". She speaks about nurturing yourself when your cup is empty, so I think whatever obstacles you're experiencing will lead to an empty cup on your part and a need to recharge. But, after that, there's that giving energy again. A need to share your bounty, almost. I think there's a lesson you'll be dealing with soon (or are already in) that is teaching you about boundaries and when to give and when not to give. These messages are yet again repeated in the St. Josephine Bakhita card, which is also (like the Broom card, which speaks of release) a number 8 card. Her keyword is "release". She not only talks about releasing what's not serving you but also forgiving yourself and others. I think she ties in with Demeter because there is a certain amount of nurturing that goes into the process of releasing, right? It's like, a purge that happens, but it has to go at the pace that's right for you. She also speaks about working through tough times, and that word perseverance is found yet again within that. I think with nurturing within the purging, there's also a need for more joy and the Merriment card speaks of that. This card just asks you what does your soul yearn for? There's something about tomorrow here, and I'm thinking about the song Tomorrow Never Dies by 5 seconds of summer? I question this because even though I know a lot of their music by heart, this is one I don't pay much attention to, and yet here it is popping up. The gist of it is that there's always tomorrow, and this card, too, reminds me of that. If today was a bad day, then there's always tomorrow to start again. And, I think maybe there's a need to have this mentality going into your future. Maybe that's what's changing, maybe you're going to get into this mentality? The Nature Spirits card also talks about this but also being mindful of the little things, too. The mundane things you're not always mindful of. So, maybe this is about that barista you always see Monday morning at your local cafe? Or, maybe it's simply the neighborhood cat that you see running across the street? Because this is general, it could mean many things, but these are the little details that you either take for granted or have come so accustomed to, you don't notice anymore. This relates back to the idea of giving back, and maybe in this case it's just simply acknowledging these things?

Pile 2:

Cards: Ritual, Falling in Love, Light, Rose, Daisy, Morrighan (Death and Magic) St. Teresa (Divine Ecstasy)

Okay, right off the bat, I'm seeing some interesting things here. First off, there are a lot of double numbers here. We have 11, 33 (twice), and 22. I'm not sure if these bear any meaning to you, but I think there's a lot of symmetry within this pile. But along with that, are opposites. I see a lot of imagery that's like, light and dark, stark contrasts, you know? You also got the Rose card, and within the St. Teresa card are more roses. Lights and crowns and halos...A lot of crowns actually. I kind of take this to mean coming into your power or maybe figuring out where your power lies and sticking to it. We'll see what else comes up. I just know that this imagery is really powerful to me. The last pile seemed heavy, but not from the imagery but rather with an overall feeling. This feels less heavy, and more just powerful.

I want to start with the Rose and Daisy cards. Also, the Dandelion is on the bottom of the deck. The first thing I want to mention is the rosary on the rose card. It was the first thing I was drawn to, and it's interesting that it's kind of lighting up. I think, paired with that Divine Ecstasy, I could see this group figuring out what they believe this year. I'm not saying you don't already have beliefs set in stone, but I think there's going to be something that occurs that either gives you faith or takes your faith from something and places it on something else. The rose card can talk about a miracle happening, and I'm inclined to go towards this meaning. However, it also speaks about confiding in someone. I get confessional vibes, so I'm not sure if this is just a pile full of a lot of catholic people, but that's what I'm seeing. It doesn't even have to be religious, it could simply be your trust in someone. There could be something you've been afraid to share, and you find someone you can confide in. Daisy lends towards this idea of finding faith in something. It speaks of a renewed spark, so for some, I see this as faith-based/belief-based. For others, I think this is someone in your life. It could also be that maybe prior to this year, you had no one to confide in, but with these two cards, I could see that this is signaling someone who will prove to be a worthy confidant for you - and I'm also inclined to say, even if this is just...yourself? The dandelion at the bottom of the deck, to me, signals movement. I think with the Rose and Daisy cards, you're given the power or motivation to move on or move forward. I'm not sure if you're just stuck in a liminal state and if maybe this is my "cocoon" pile, but I see movement in 2022. I want you to know that I don't necessarily mean in the physical sense for everyone. It probably is physical for most, but I also see beliefs growing or changing. I get a lot of faith-based thoughts from this pile, again and again. I think that's for a few of you, but it's a really specific message about maybe wanting to change your ideas of spirituality and not wanting to...rock the boat? But these cards, to me, really tell me that there's something within your faith/belief system that is going to change. I think this pile may want to look into St. Teresa because the book mentions Roses as being a signal of her, and me going on about Roses earlier was interesting. But, either way, her card is basically everything I detailed earlier. I don't think I can add anymore because a lot of what I said was what her card speaks of. One thing I didn't mention was that I think this could be a spiritual awakening. I basically said that without using those specific words, and I had been thinking it, but the guidebook for that card makes note of that and I really think it should be said because I think some of you could be feeling confused during this. The bottom for that deck was St. Joan of Arc, and her word is Conviction, which is something I've been thinking about throughout this paragraph. I think she's here to instill confidence in you through this awakening.

The Ritual card being reversed brings me back to the idea of your beliefs will be changing in 2022. When this card is in reverse, it says that you may be doing things out of obligation. But, it's asking you to really be mindful of what you're doing. It speaks of performing rituals because you feel you have to, but I have to stop and say that rituals aren't always just magic. I think ritualistic behavior is inherently human. It can range from things that are kind of rite-of-passage (think getting your driver's license or graduating school), to even tiny things, like getting up and reading the local newspaper every morning. But when things are done out of obligation, sometimes they become mindless and almost...meaningless. I think this card is here to make you stop for a second and think about everything you do that seems to be only because you think others want you to do it, and if it actually helps you as a person. I'm not saying quit your job (and seriously, never let a tarot reader tell you that lol this is something YOU decide, not some lady reading cardstock). No, I think instead this card is here to remind you to be your own person, and I think the last few cards were there to remind you of this as well. To stick to your convictions. The bottom of the deck was Spider, which to me always speaks of manifestations coming in, but not having a death-grip on how they show up. I think this plays into the idea of doing "Mindless" tasks, in that I think Spider is here to tell you not to focus on the outcome and keep yourself busy, but not in a way that doesn't promote growth. I think this pile is my existential pile, and I think that you're going to be spending a lot of your time in 2022 thinking about why you're here and what you want out of this human experience. I'm thinking that while you're wondering that kind of stuff, you're going to find that your manifestations are trickling in. I don't use that word, like ever, so I think this is how it's going to feel, like one after another, in a slow, rhythmic pace like a creek or a brook or something of that nature.

I think Falling in Love and Light are both here to show that in 2022, one thing that is changing is how you're viewing your life. Falling in Love can be about falling in love with someone else, but it really highlights the idea of falling in love with your life. The light card talks about seeing the light in things, but also about abundance and having good fortune come your way. I think this goes with that Spider card, in that you're going to be distracted (by good things), and then the good things will keep flowing in. For some, you could be going through a difficult situation that has been carried over into this year, and maybe this Light card is here for you to let you know better times are on their way. Either way, I think these are really two good cards to receive because I don't really see 2022 being heavy or hard. This, however, is only a general outlook on what's going to change for you, so this varies for everyone. The bottom of the deck was Mistletoe, which speaks about taking small steps. I think all the other cards kind of hint at moving forward, and I think this is just a reminder to pace yourself. I don't see anyone getting burnt out, but I think it's a reminder for those that feel stagnant, that all steps, whether small or big, are moving forward. I really think that's an important message for someone out there.

Lastly, we have Morrighan here. I think she's here because she's bringing us back to the idea of changing your beliefs. She asks you to let go of what doesn't serve you, and not be afraid to let those beliefs die within you. There's also a note about allowing yourself to be empty for a little bit so that you can be filled with magic. I don't mean literally, I mean, maybe kind of letting yourself become a blank slate for a time being. I think because this is the group that's going to be questioning what they do and don't believe in next year, you're also going to be looking at how these things show up in your life and your actions. This relates directly to all the other cards, in that you're going to be finding the things you love and the things you keep or do out of obligation. Those things that feel like they're meant to be there are going to stay. And those that feel like they're only there because you think that's what you're meant to be doing or believing, are going to fall away. The bottom of that deck was Gaia, and she's just there to remind you to stay grounded. I think when you're open to a lot of possibilities, there's a potential to be scattered and a bit everywhere, so this is just a small reminder to try to remain down to earth. I'm kind of getting this feeling of someone with their head in the clouds, and while I think these cards encourage this because it will bring about thoughts and ideas, I think there's also a warning not to allow this to become your norm.

Pile 3:

Cards: Intuition, Florence Scovel Shinn (Intuition), Mama Killa (the Moon), Turning Inward, Buttercup, Mistletoe

One thing I'm getting from the imagery, first off, is a coldness. There are a lot of darker colors, like grays, and also some blue. I'm getting the sound of a snowstorm, too. Just that whistling of the wind. I think this could mean that winter (no matter which part of the world you are in, just think of when you experience your winter season), is important for you. It could also be talking about the "winter" of your life, like when things are dormant. There's also a lot of arms-crossed imagery. I think of being deep in thought with that, or maybe being closed off?

The first card I want to talk about is the Intuition card. This card asks you to work on your intuition, but it also asks you to learn how to take advantage of your ego and use it in tandem with your intuition. I wonder if maybe there are some of you who are using your ego too much. Maybe some of you aren't trusting your own intuition. Either way, you're asked to work on your intuition, while also working on recognizing your ego and when it can come in handy. On the bottom of the deck, you got Grief. I think this is just a message that is asking you to keep moving forward (I hear Wilbur Robinson from Meet the Robinson's saying "Keep moving forward!") It's kind of here to remind you that while it's okay to mourn the things you had and then lost, or even the things you wanted and never got, it's not okay to stay in that place forever. I don't think this is telling you to move on right now or tomorrow, but I think it's saying that a theme that's kind of hidden within what's going on in this year for you is how you make use of your grief. It shows up differently for everyone, and how you get through it personally isn't going to be linear or identical to everyone else's journey, or even past versions of grief you held. It's funny, because even though this is a card on the bottom of the deck, I just feel that this is something we need to talk about here. The Florence Scovel Shinn card is here to help with this grief, too. This card talks about processing heartache, and I think this ties directly with that grief card and why I felt the need to highlight it. She also has the keyword Intuition, so I think there's a tie to both the other two cards within this. I think the intuition here is key to moving through this grief (however it shows up for you). I think you're going to know how to move through it intuitively like it's going to show up and however way feels right to you. Socrates is also an interesting card to receive here, even if he appeared on the bottom of the deck. One thing really interesting to me is that he was sentenced to death by taking hemlock, which is poisonous. Two of the cards you received were mistletoe and on the bottom, belladonna. Both are also poisonous. So I think there's a message here about what you're taking in? Both physically and mentally. Though, mistletoe I guess isn't known to kill humans, but I think there's still something within the idea of it being toxic. I also looked up to see if Buttercups were poisonous too, and that is as well. So, there's definitely something here about...being mindful of what you ingest. I think, because Socrates was all about his mind and discussing philosophy and stuff of that nature, I think there's a highlight on what you're absorbing from what you're being told in person and maybe what you're seeing on the internet. It's kind of like how you know that with the internet, anyone can say anything, even if it's wrong, and people will believe them? I think you're meant to use your intuition with that, knowing what's right and what's wrong, but also using deduction skills and doing your own research. So, there could very well be a lot of research on something this year, or even just an exchange of opinions. Maybe you join a book club? That feels specific lol Socrates does talk about connections between friends and neighbors, so I think there's a social element here that works with the intuition and maybe how you process the grief you could feel.

I think I have to go into the Buttercup, Mistletoe and Belladonna cards now. The buttercup card encourages you to keep moving forward (there's Wilbur again!), but it also asks you to be aware of what is and isn't working. If things are going smoothly, then great! Keep going! But if you seem to be meeting walls instead of doors, there's a need to take a step back and assess why that keeps happening. I think this could tie into what you're ingesting mentally, like maybe you're hearing things that don't align with what you know will help you or maybe vice-versa. Maybe you're getting bits of information that seem to serve as hints for how to climb the walls you're facing. This card has a diamond shape in the middle, and for some reason I heard "4 corners", so I'm thinking about a compass and the 4 directions. I think maybe there's something within sensing the direction you need to go, like maybe 2022 holds your north star or something like that. The Mistletoe card has two swords, and I'm reminded of a song I heard called Our Swords by Band of Horses. There's a line, "Count on us to fall on our swords tonight", and I take it to mean "we're going to make a mistake" or even, "We'll be our own downfall". I don't think this means you're going to make a mistake or cause your downfall, but I kind of get like this "double-edged sword" meaning from whatever this mistletoe card is pointing towards. It's funny because one meaning of this card is to take a step back and look at a problem from a different perspective. It talks about giving space to a problem, like time to breathe. I definitely could see someone falling on their own sword if they act before putting thought into an action. I think those intuition cards come into play again, and so does that sense of direction. I'm more drawn to the feeling this card gives me, of a cold winter night right after it's finished snowing. It's usually dead-quiet on those nights. There's a difference in a quiet winter night than there is in a quiet summer night, and I think it's the stillness. I think this card hints that in 2022 there may be a situation or many situations, that are going to call for stillness before action. There is a small note here about asking for help when its needed with the mistletoe card, but also with the belladonna card. They ask you to not take friendships/relationships for granted, too. But, Belladonna is also a card that tells you to be mindful of where your threads lie and if they're entangled in places they shouldn't be, so again that feeling of being mindful of what you're taking in, but also maybe partaking in.

The turning inward card kind of reminds me of that spirit from a Christmas Carol, the one from the past (I think?) that just doesn't speak. There's a sense of turning back to the past here, but maybe just observing it and how it got you to where you are. This card, ultimately, is asking you to stay true to yourself and know who you are. It talks about getting rid of outdated beliefs (That belladonna card hints at that, too), while also being sure of yourself. I kind of get the feeling that this group has changed a lot over the years, and their still kind of shaping who they are and who they want to be. This card is just here to be a reminder to stay focused on that journey of self-discovery by turning inward, but I think there's still that message of moving forward. Like, with the grief, don't get so stuck inside that you're unable to progress forward. Ah! The bottom of the deck was Star, and that talks about your north star/inner knowing! I forgot this card was on the bottom of the deck, so it's funny I brought that up with Buttercup. The guidebook actually says something really good about this that I want to quote: "Believe in your ability to understand what is right, even when you're unsure of your destination." I kind of feel like this is something I've been trying to say all throughout your reading, but couldn't find the right words until here lol

The last two cards were the Goddess Power oracle cards. The first was Mama Killa, who's keyword is the Moon. This is a card that talks about figuring out what does and doesn't work for you, which is another thing I was talking about earlier. I think this year is going to have you identifying the cycles you're in and how to best move through them. I do think this group could benefit with research on the cycles of the moon, maybe even paying attention to how you feel during certain cycles. The bottom card for the goddess deck was Mnemosyne, whose keyword is the Past. I think this does go back to how I was talking about figuring out what works and what doesn't work, and maybe revisiting the past and past situations/beliefs to reevaluate them. She shows up to tell you that if you're reminded of something from the past suddenly, to honor that and see if there are any lessons within that past situation that you can use in your present (or future). There's also a message about uncovering unconscious biases you may hold. It can be messy to revisit the past, but I think it's essential within the self-discovery journey this pile seems to be taking.

Pile 4:

Cards: Ornaments, Apples, Mischief, Confucius (wisdom), Parvati (devotion), Lily of the Valley

I see a lot of hands within these cards, so I get a sense of reaching for something here. There are also two number 25's, and a 16 to a 17. I think, there's something about the number 25, like maybe the 25th day of something, but also maybe 16 and 17 bear meaning as well.

I think this Apples card is a warning. For most, it's about being overly trusting. For others, its about immediately distrusting someone. While I think for most it's about being too trusting, there's a need to observe your patterns with how open you are to people. Are there boundaries that don't need to be there? Or are there not enough boundaries? Parvati is also here to make you question when you are blindly devoted to others. She asks you to make sure that the devotion is something deserved by the others, so I do think that the apples card is leaning more towards being wary of someone and ensuring that there are boundaries in place. The Mischief card calls for cleverness for something. I think in this case it's involving other people, maybe with how you deal with them. There's a call for less seriousness, and there's also the need to stay on your toes. I don't get a bad feeling though, if anything I just get that there's a lot of quick banter between you and someone. Though, I still would take the warning of the apples card to heart. Bottom of the deck is Elements, which talks about harmony. I really think there's a need to feel in harmony with yourself, because it asks you to feel what you're feeling and not ignore those feelings. So, if you're sad, you're asked to feel it rather than distract yourself. There's also the idea of allowing the seasons of your life to play out as they do. So, maybe you're feeling stagnant, like a dormant winter. Maybe you're feeling too busy, like a energetic summer? Either way, it's asking you to honor what season you're in. The ornaments card kind of talks about this, while also adding the need to see your successes. That, and your failures too. A need to take a step back and look at your progress: where are you and where are you trying to get to? Is there a need to change up plans to get there? Or are things going smoothly? Ornaments asks us not to ignore these things. Merriment also asks you to take stock of your life and what brings you joy. It asks you not to take those things for granted. But, it also asks you to figure out what makes your soul sing. Are you allowing it to sing? The bottom of the Goddess Power oracle was Nike, whose keyword is ambition. It relates to the ornament card and the merriment card by having you take stock of what you're grateful for in your life. There is a warning about striving for success only for the sake of success. Nike is here to ask you if you truly feel the success is something that will help you become your best self?

Confucius talks about gaining wisdom, but there's also a sense of stillness to his card too. It kind of goes back to feeling your feelings when they arrive, which is like the act of meditating where you allow the thoughts to arrive and know that they're there, but not go any further than that. I do think you're meant to dive into the feelings you experience, but I think that Confucius is here to make you stay objective about them (to a degree), and maybe find a way to make sense of them. At the bottom of the deck is the St. Joseph card, who talks about solutions to situations. I think this is about thinking outside of the box (I have a song stuck in my head from a tv show from a long time ago on disney called "Out of the Box", and the theme song had that phrase repeated so idk, but maybe that's for someone lol). What I take from his card is the imagery, really. He's holding a baby on the card (tell me why I heard Mario's voice saying "itsa me, Jesus!" lol), but to me, I'm not really seeing this baby as Jesus, or even a baby really. I see him as a metaphorical baby, kind of going back to taking stock of your accomplishments. I think you're meant to see your accomplishments as your babies and I think you're meant to nurture them, even when the going gets tough. I think Parvati comes back here, to show us how to devote time and energy to the things that matter, rather then investing in the things that we shouldn't (i.e. the bad apples, or the goals we make just for the sake of winning).

The last two cards here are Lily of the Valley and Bluebell. One thing I'm getting is this idea of milking a resource for all the knowledge it can give you. I don't know why the word "milking" is what I used here, I could have said extracting, but it felt right. Maybe it's because of the white petals. I'm not sure, but it makes me think of Confucius, to be honest. Like, the idea of gaining as much wisdom as possible. Lily of the Valley is apparently poisonous, and this card has the message that basically is saying "Not all that glitters is gold", and I relate that again to that Apples card. There's some very strong message here about you meeting a wolf in sheep's clothing or something along those lines, about needing to stay on your toes about this person, being clever and quick, seeing past their deception. But, bottom of the deck is Bluebell, and I'm seeing the book with the arrows on it, and I kind of hear something about knowing too much can be deadly. Maybe there are things you're not meant to know yet, or even not meant to look into. I don't think it really is deadly, but I could see you maybe finding something out and not wanting to know it once you do. Maybe that's the deception of this person? The bluebell card speaks about making sure the foundations you lay are firm, but also making note of when you may need help laying those foundations. There's an idea behind this card of you trying your hardest to be independent and seem independent, but that could hinder you when you really do need help. It's interesting, because you're being asked to be wary of someone, but then to ask help from someone else. I wonder if this is a case of being taught to use your intuition about people, knowing who to trust and who not. Being on the lookout for the red flags, and what-not? Either way, there's something here about placing boundaries but making sure they're boundaries for the right people.

#pick a card #pick a pile

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formulawonu · 3 years

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Omg that enemy to lover fic with Lance was superb *chefs kiss* lol! Can you do another one were you’re like Seb’s little sister and you and Lance don’t really get along and you two accidentally get locked in a room together and there’s cute teasing and bickering when you two accidentally touch hands and have a moment and kiss as it gets a little heated you get caught by Seb. I think that would be sooo goood

locked up / lance stroll

(not my gif! credits to the owner)

warnings: just a little steamy, kissing, bickering... uh yeah

a/n: hi i'm finally getting through the requests!!!! this one didn't really turn out written how i'd hoped for it too but here it is haha hope you enjoy it :3 trying to get out of my writer's block merp thank you requesting this one!

No. No. No. This can’t be happening to you right now. You were supposed to be on your way back to the hotel, getting ready for dinner before your brother got back from the paddock. You initially didn’t even want to come watch the practice sessions today, but you found yourself bored at the start of the day and came out anyway. Wrong choice. You twist the doorknob in front of you, willing for it to magically click open. You groan as the door remains jammed shut.

“This is your fault.” The voice behind you says. You hadn’t meant to enter his room, but you swore you could hear the voice of the creepy guy who wouldn’t stop bothering you every time you were in the paddock from the end of the hallway so you forced yourself into the nearest room possible. It just happened to be Lance Stroll’s personal room. “How was I supposed to know you can’t keep a door fully functional?” You shoot back. Lance chuckles from where he is perched on the sofa. “Or maybe you actually wanted to get locked in a room with me. It was working perfectly fine until you slammed the door shut entering.” You shoot Lance a look. “I would not want to be stuck with you anywhere.”

You and Lance had never really gotten along. You wouldn’t go so far to say that you absolutely hated each other, but you both would definitely not choose to spend any time with each other if it wasn’t necessary. You agreed to try to be civil with him when Seb, your brother, asked you to be nice since he wanted you to get along with the new team he joined. For as long as you could remember, you were always there to support Seb at races when you could. You loved meeting the people he got to work with and learning more about the sport. It just so happened that the only person who rubbed you the wrong way was Lance and the air of cockiness that seemed to surround his every move.

So the universe probably thought it was being really funny when it decided to have you and Lance stuck in a room together. “Why are you even here?” “You’re literally in my room. I should be asking you that.” Lance deadpans. You feel your cheeks heating up, annoyed that he does have a point. You power on anyway. “No. I mean, aren’t you supposed to be doing driver stuff like analyzing data instead of just sitting here?” You pull your phone out as you say this, thinking about whether you want to bother your brother or not. You know Seb would make sure you were okay, but you also know how important his time with his team is and you don’t want to interrupt any of his sessions. “I don’t know how this concerns you, but I was actually just changing out of my race suit when you barged in.” You look at the direction Lance has pointed to and see a discarded race suit sitting in a pile on the floor. “And you don’t lock your door when you change?” “Clearly not because I’m always desperately wishing you come in and catch me changing.” You roll your eyes at Lance’s sarcasm. “I’m sure you do.” Silence envelopes the room and you stare at the floor for quite some time, once again weighing your options to just phone your brother. Lance is typing something on his phone. “You can sit down, you know. The floor is quite comfortable.” He jokingly offers after a while. You look at Lance, sitting comfortably on the large couch. “Glad to know I’m only worth sitting on the floor.” Lance rolls his eyes. “Do you want to sit beside me?” He offers, the expression on his face revealing he’s sure you would rather not. “I think I do.” You reply, just to challenge him. It’s always a game with Lance. You plop yourself on the opposite end of the couch, keeping as much distance as possible. “If you scoot over just a bit more, you’ll end up on the floor anyway.” “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you want me to sit closer to you.” You tease. Lance scoffs. “Where are you pulling this out of?” You move marginally closer to him. Lance shifts in his seat, unfamiliar with the new space (or lack, thereof) between you two.

“Are you getting nervous, Stroll?” You say, placing your hand between the both of you to steady yourself as you lean forward. Lance meets your eyes, holding your gaze. The atmosphere in the room has suddenly shifted, the awkwardness that Lance initially had disappearing as quickly as it came. He leans forward and says, “I think you are.” You’re about to say something back when suddenly you feel something touch your hand. You glance down and see that Lance’s hand had landed on top of yours as he was leaning forward. You look back up and raise an eyebrow at Lance. “Well, I think you are trying to make a move on me.” Lance does not move his hand from yours. “And if I am?” You smirk, amused by the situation. “And if you are, what?” Lance eyes move from yours down to your lips. “And if I am making a move on you, what does that mean to you?” His eyes meet yours again. “Well, what does it mean to you?” You tease. Somehow, the space separating the two of you has grown even smaller. “You just can’t answer properly, can you?” You nod in reply. “Sometimes, I wish you would just shut up.” Lance continues. “I didn’t even say anything.” You whisper now, the both of you way closer than you’d ever imagined possible. You can see how brown his eyes are, never really noticing before how pretty a shade they are. “But all of the other times, I know you do it on purpose to rile me up.” Lance’s hand is now drawing circles on yours. “It’s just so fun to do when it’s you.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. Actually-“ Your train of thought is cut off as Lance suddenly eliminates the space between you both. The first thing that enters your head is: oh my god we’re actually kissing. The next thing is: oh my god he’s actually really good at this.

You kiss him back after a while, your free hand now resting on his chest. Lance moves his hand from the one resting on top of yours to your waist, squeezing gently. You let out a small gasp at the contact and Lance takes that opportunity to deepen the kiss. You break away from the kiss, moving down to his neck and planting kisses. Lance pulls you on top of him, making you straddle him. “So that’s how to get you to shut up.” He says, his hands running up and down the sides of your body. He brings your face level back to his and kisses you again. You push yourself closer to his body, feeling his excitement by your inner thighs. He groans in the kiss. You start shifting your hips forward and back, the feeling of your center rubbing against him building pressure in the bottom of your stomach. Lance starts kissing your jaw. “You look so hot right now, trying to get yourself off on me.” The pleasure you’re feeling multiplies, his words almost pushing you to the edge. You continue rocking back and forth on him as he whispers into your ear. Lance’s hands are now under your blouse, feeling you up. “That’s it, go on. Let yourself go.” You can’t believe you’re actually dry humping him right now, the thought of it so dirty in your head but strangely turning you on even more. You can tell Lance is turned on too, his hips moving with yours to help guide you. You can feel it build up. It’s coming. It’s coming. It’s-

“What the fuck?”

If there was ever a way to kill an orgasm as quickly as possible, it would be this. You and Lance are both frozen in place. You’ve stopped grinding on him but his hands are still on the skin in your back. You’re both staring at each other wide-eyed. That could only be the voice of your brother. “I came here because Lance is texting me, begging to get you out of his room that you’re both locked in and you’re doing this? What the fuck?” You can’t bring yourself to meet Seb’s eyes but you get yourself off of Lance immediately. You plop yourself next to Lance. “It just happened?” You offer, finally gaining the courage to look at your brother. Seb shakes his head and mutters something under his breath. He looks at the both of you, clearly displeased. “Yeah, whatever is going on here, fix yourselves. You’re both old enough. The door is unlocked so… Yeah. I don’t know what to say. This is awkward. I don’t wanna walk into that again.” Seb scratches his head as he quickly walks out of the room, now confused at how to approach the situation.

You and Lance are alone in his room again. You both say nothing for a while until you glance at him and see he’s already looking at you. You can’t say anything, but you start laughing. He starts laughing too. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you texted my brother. Are you actually insane?” You hide your face in your hands. “Well, I figured he was going to make sure you were out quicker.” You groan, embarrassed already at the thought of facing your brother again. You get up, shaking your head. “Yeah. Remind me never to get locked in a room with you.” Lance simply chuckles. “Well, you know where to find me if ever you want to anyway.”

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nocturnaldivinationsfallingstars · 3 years

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A Stray Bullet Part 5

Fandom: Gotham Characters: Victor Zsasz, female!reader, James Gordon. Warnings: Swearing, mentions of someone dying in a car accident. Summary: The reader is James Gordon’s sister and works for the GCPD and is dating Victor Zsasz. The reader has kept it a secret from her brother, until one day when she takes a bullet that was meant for him. Victor then shows up at James’ place to see the reader. Word count: 3689 A/N: I had to re-work the ending to this part as I added new parts to it.

Shifting your weight from one foot to the other a couple of times to relieve the pain you were starting to feel from having been standing for far longer than your body wanted you to be, your head hung low with your eyes cast to the dark wooden floor. You were staring at a spot where a shard of glass had slipped between the grooves of two bits of wood, finding it interesting all of a sudden. Balling your hands into fists by your side and then relaxed them, wiggling the stiffness from your fingers to expel the tension. You thought about all the ways you could possibly answer his persistent questioning on the subject. You could always tell him the unbridled truth about your relationship with Victor, of course, you’d omit more than a few private details about the matter. But realistically, what good would telling him the complete truth really do? Apart from causing an explosive argument to break out between the two of you, and even then he’d insert himself more forcibly into your personal affairs.

James hadn't always been that way, he used to give you some semblance of privacy when growing up. In fact, he had only been this way since your father had been killed in the car accident with a drunk driver a good few years ago now. Inserting himself into your life whenever something dangerous came along, becoming overprotective and doing whatever he could to make sure you're safe. When he became a detective at the GCPD it only seemed to amplify his need to keep you safe, and while it was sweet knowing that your brother is always going to be there, you felt as if it was a bit too much.

And well, Victor Zsasz just so happened to be 'something dangerous'. James' reaction to you dating the famed hitman that quite literally shot you would set off a rather volatile reaction. There was no way for you to predict how he would act. Not to mention he had a temper that needed to be kept in check, which he was doing so well with.

This meant James needed to know all about it, right? So he doesn't lose his temper? He should know, he's your brother after all and not to mention you usually told him everything. The good and the bad, well to an extent. This was different, more personal and gave way to more chances for James to lash out at you or Victor or both. It wasn't as if you could keep putting it off, since he'd find out about it sooner or later. Later would be a huge mess, however, telling him sooner could be just as bad. Perhaps you could settle on telling him half-truths? It wouldn't make him angry if you let some details slip while keeping the key ones close to your chest.

The most difficult part was trying to mentally convince yourself to do it. To tell him the truth, no matter how angry he is going to be about you keeping it a secret. Or at the very least to give him something small to go off of, anything at all to keep him from questioning you further. The choice was hard to make, but it needed to be made, and you were the only one who could make it.

With a firm nod of your head at your decision to tell him half-truths, your tongue shot out between your lips as you tilted your head to the side and finally managed to tear your gaze away from the glass shard between the floorboards and over to the couch where James currently resided. His arms crossed over his chest still, tapping away at his upper arms with his fingers impatiently, waiting for you to answer. You could tell he wanted to ask again and if you didn't give an answer he was going to be displeased with you.

"Okay," you breathed out to calm yourself, flexing your hands once more. "Grace was right, I am dating someone." You begrudgingly admitted in the hopes that the thick and heavy tension that fell around you and James like a thick blanket of smoke within the last couple of minutes would clear, and give way to something that would make breathing feel less like a chore than it seemed to feel like in this very moment.

Finally, admitting your secret to your brother seemed to make little to no difference, if anything it felt as if the tension had got far worse between you and James. It felt it coiled around your chest like a boa constrictor choking out its prey, making it exceptionally hard for you to breathe. You felt the full weight of your anticipation towards his reaction resting heavily on your shoulders, making you feel like it was getting harder to breathe.

You were hoping to blame the sudden feeling of weakness that began to wash over you on the fact that you've been shot twice and not on the fact that you've started to really worry. Your fingers curled and uncurled multiple times at your side, then pressed the palms of your hands against your thighs and stared at him. Waiting, watching for any hint of surprise, annoyance, anger, just anything to show you what he’s feeling.

"You're dating someone?" he asked, his gruff voice gaining your attention before you could allow your mind to wander. There were no underlying negative emotions as he spoke to you, still the tension remained and was in no way alleviated. In fact, it felt far more stifling now than moments ago when you admitted your secret aloud.

"Yes, I am." you answered in a low voice that's barely above a whisper. A single nod was all you could manage, taking a slow and small step backwards so that the back of your legs hit the soft cushions of the couch behind you. You automatically sat down as soon as you felt them, your hands going to your hap where you intertwined your fingers and rubbed your left thumb with the pad of your right nervously.

You averted your gaze, there was no way you could bring yourself to look at him. Not only that, but you could sense the disappointment dripping in his voice and radiating off of him, he tried his best to hide it, but you could still sense it. "Who is it?" he demanded, his voice raising even though he tried to fight the anger that boiled in his veins. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see his knuckles starting to turn pale from how hard he's gripping at the fabric of his jacket.

Oh, how you regretted the words that came from your mouth.

A grim look darkened the features of your brother, who is very obviously irked about all the secrecy already. "Who is it?" The sound of his right foot tapping against the floor sent a shiver of worry down your spine as soon as you heard it. Somehow you missed the rapid movement of his leg bouncing up and down anxiously until now, and for a brief moment you allowed yourself to wonder about how you missed such a simple yet very noticeable action. However, that thought was soon dragged away from you when your brother grunted, thoughtful about his next words. "How long have you two been dating?" You could tell his anger was burning just beneath the surface of his skin, itching to get out, wanting to be known, but he had control over it. For now.

"A few months now," you had hoped that you'd never get to witness his full anger in your lifetime. However, you were clearly heading southbound to face it head on and be on the receiving end of it, none of which gave you much comfort right now. "I also can't tell you his name." You felt like you had been put under a microscope, almost as if all of your expressions, movements, etc, were being analysed for any hints of a lie.

James sat next to you quietly and rubbed his wrist with his hand a couple of times before yet another grunt escaped from his throat, he pushed his jacket aside with his hands and then placed them on his hips. He pushed himself up from his place on the couch, "A few months?" He moved to stand in front of you, pausing a mere couple of seconds with his back facing you before he turned sharply with a burning gaze that made your skin crawl as the invisible flames licked at your flesh violently.

"Well, actually, if you want me to be more accurate, it is more like eight months." You corrected sheepishly, ducking your head and raising your shoulders to your ears, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

"Eight? Eight fucking months?" He said slowly to get his mind around the news. You nodded your head in response and sucked your lower lip between your front teeth. You didn't know if you should say something or not, so you settled for keeping your mouth shut. "Jesus - fucking - Christ, you've not only been dating someone for eight whole months without even so much as a word about it to me. But you can't even tell me his damn name." James ran his hands through his short brown hair, "or is it because you won't tell me? Hmm? Can't or won't tell me?" He said in an accusatory tone and extended his arm out in front of himself, pointing a large index finger at you. "Because I have got to admit; it doesn't feel like you're being entirely honest with me [Y/N]." With a puff of air, you pressed your lips together into a thin line. Finally, managing to gather the courage to look him in the eyes. You still can't bring yourself to tell him who you're dating, but at least you told him you're dating someone.

You reached up and slapped his hand from your face, "I won't tell you." You growled out through gritted teeth.

“Okay, fine,” he huffed out angrily and threw his hands in the air. “Keep being stubborn.

Rolling your eyes, you shifted your body to stretch out along the couch now that it was free. Your side and shoulder throbbed, the phantom pain of the bullets tearing through you made you shiver involuntarily, "Jim, I know you want to know who it is, but I do need some privacy in my life you know." You shot back, suddenly feeling less scared about his underlying anger issues.

"Okay, I get that. But what if they're dangerous? What then?"

You stared up at him, mulling the question over and hummed, "he could very well be dangerous." He shook his head in disbelief to your answer, you answered so calmly, like it was a normal day-to-day thing to talk about. You continued to stare up at him, jutting your lower lip out into a pout, and nodded your head in acknowledgement to his question. It wasn't like you were fully admitting that Victor was dangerous, however you received a dark look from your brother which made you choke back a small laugh of amusement at his attitude towards the whole thing.

“Can you stop joking around for one damn minute?!” James snapped at you out of frustration for the second time that day. “This is a serious discussion.

There was no way you would joke about something like that when you told him that your boyfriend could be dangerous. After all, you knew very well that he was, but you found it exciting and hot. Not that you would admit that very personal fact to your brother, or Grace for that matter. You didn't want to deal with them judging you. "I wasn't joking when I said that, Jim. I was simply saying that knowing could be dangerous." You shrugged and paused, tilting your head to the side as the gears in your mind started to turn as you tried to think of something that would reassure your only surviving family. This time, however, your voice came out much quieter than before. "I can handle myself. Nothing bad will happen to me while I am with him.”

"Right," he murmured unconvincingly, his dark eyes drawn to the bloodied bandages wrapped around your shoulder and side, just peeking out from under the black fabric of your clean shirt. "And that's why you're here," he gestured your way, "because you can take care of yourself. Okay, yeah. Sure." It was clear that the way you held yourself, like a bird nursing a broken wing, did very little to convince him that you could take care of yourself. He didn't even need to say that you could barely walk and take care of yourself right now aloud, his unspoken point hung in the air between the two of you like an axe pendulum swinging violently ready to hit someone.

James waved a hand in the air as if to dismiss the conversation and blew a heavy breath of air from his lungs. "Just get some rest, we will talk about this in the morning. And you better give me answers."

"That was my plan," you yawned out. You felt exhaustion once again wrap its arms around you tightly. A small noise of satisfaction escaped your lips as you stretched your legs out in front of yourself, relieving the stiffness you felt in your joins. "You're not dad, Jim," keeping your tired dull eyes on your brother who turned his back on you and rolled his shoulders as he went to leave the living room with a quiet grumble about something you couldn't quite catch.

He had only just stepped foot out of the large living room when the loud generic ringtone of your phone rang out through the room, causing your breath to catch in your throat. "Who the hell is that?" James spun back around and stood in the alcove, his eyes scanning the room quickly for the locations of the sound. He most likely thought that he had dropped his phone in all the commotion from earlier, or perhaps Barbara had left hers here. You were hoping he didn't think it was yours and that he'd leave it and go straight to his room.

Your eyes darted towards your neatly folded trousers resting atop your boots and then back to your brother who followed your gaze with his eyes the next time you looked back over to where your phone lay. "[Y/N], who is that?" He repeated the question, taking a large step back into the room.

"That's Grace calling." you squeaked out. Of course, you were lying, Grace rarely called outside work hours. That was, unless it had to do with something important, like your case. You knew exactly who was calling you, and your brother apparently picked up on the lie as soon as it tumbled past your lips. He's always been good at picking up on your likes, and it was infuriating to say the least. The rise of your voice did nothing to make the lie any more believable to your brother’s ears.

"Is it him calling?" The question itself didn't give off the vibe of something you should be answering; it may as well be a rhetorical question since he already knows the answer. He was smart enough that he didn't need you telling him something he already knew. Instead, you chose to shake your head quickly, shooting up into a sitting where you instantly leaned forwards as if you're getting ready to race him to where your phone continued ringing kept coming from. Much like you and James would do while growing up and one of you wanted to use the landline before the other. His eyes narrowed at you as he watched the sudden shift in your body language.

You sat rigid on the edge of the couch cushion. Of course, it had to be Victor calling you, and now James knew that it's someone important to you. He rapidly closed the distance between himself and the location of your phone. Just as he swept your trousers up in his hands and started to search them, you lunged forward, and he turned his back on you, making you collide with his back. He pulled the phone out of the front pocket, but as soon as he did it stopped making a noise. James's brows raised as he looked down at the small square that lit up for the longest moment before it dimmed and went black.

"For the love of god, Jim! Can I please have my phone back?!" You sprang away from him and teetered back a couple of meters. You hoped to hell he would pass the phone back to you before Victor called again, which he would do since you didn't answer the first time around, and he must be worried about you after what happened at the GCPD. "Please?!" You clasped your hands together in front of yourself in a pleading gesture as he turned to you, phone in hand.

“It is him, right?” James asked again, at this point you were getting tired of the repetitive questions. He pressed you for an answer because deep down he knew he was right.

"Yes. It is him." You answered curtly through gritted teeth. Your fingertips and nails pressed into the skin of your knuckles so hard it was beginning to hurt and put strain on your fingers.

A playful smirk made its way onto James's lips as his eyes darted down to the small screen on the front of your phone, the screen still black since last time. "Does he call you every night?" He hooked the corner of his thumb under the lip of the phone and flipped it open with ease to reveal the screen, which cast a white and blue hue of light over his face. His thumb hovered over the buttons that are far too small for his giant man thumbs, returning his curiosity filled eyes back to you.

"No." An obvious lie. “He doesn’t call me every night.” Another blatant lie.

Humming thoughtfully, he pressed the dark grey button in the middle of a small cluster of buttons to bring up the other options on your phone. His eyes darting back and forth between you and your phone as he pressed the smaller arrow keys surrounding the grey button until he landed upon the call log. "Jim!" You snapped at him, tearing your hands apart to reach out and snatch your phone from his grasp, but he pulled his hand away with a click of his tongue.

"I am not doing anything," he teased, the smirk on his face only growing wider with the way you're acting, like it amuses him. You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, stamping your foot on the floor like a child being told they couldn't have any more candy before going to bed.

"Relax, I am just playing with you." He sighed out and was about to press one of the buttons when the small black phone in his hand buzzed to life, the screen lighting up and garnering his attention again. The words 'V calling...' displayed on the screen. "Hello?" James shot you a questioning look as he pressed the green button alight on the keypad without hesitation, picking up in mere seconds of the melody starting up. "Hello?" He asked again, pulling the phone away from his ear and looking at the small object in confusion.

Reaching out again, you took advantage of him being distracted and took your phone away from him. "Stop being a fucking jerk, Jim!" yelling angrily at him as you slammed the phone closed to end the call. You could only imagine the look on Victor’s face when your brother answered instead of you. James held his hands up, his brows furrowing.

"Your friend or boyfriend didn't even answer." He told you, lowering his hands as you stood there glaring at him. "And who is V?" You rolled your eyes, curling your fingers around the casing of your phone, holding it to your protectively.

"He didn't answer because you answered my phone and not me." You said defensively, "and it’s honestly none of your damn business who 'V' is! You need to stop acting like dad and more like my fucking brother. Not only that, but you need to let me have my own damn life!" That came out sounding a lot harsher than you intended it to, so you slapped your free hand over your mouth in a failed attempt to keep the words in. Obviously it was too late, and the damage was already done. You stared at him with wide, worry-filled eyes.

James nodded and took a step back to give you some space, an apologetic look on his face. "I am just concerned about you. And I am trying to keep the only family I have left safe and alive." With that he turned and walked away, leaving you standing in the middle of the living room with your hand over your mouth staring after him. You only dropped your hand from your mouth when you heard the click of the light switch and the light went out throughout the apartment. "Just get some sleep," he called back to you before slamming the door to his room shut.

Shuffling backwards while being as careful as you could be as to not step on the remnants of glass scattered across the floor, you sat back down on the soft couch cushions and leaned back. Your eyes adjusted to the surrounding darkness, you could almost make out a few shapes here and there, a couple of shadows as well.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered out after him. You pulled the scratchy grey blanket from the back of the couch and over your shoulder, covering your lap with it. You felt bad for what you said to him, you didn’t mean to sound so harsh when you said it.

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lokis-army-77 · 3 years

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If You Please

Chapter four

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1860

I'm bad at writing descriptions, so this is basically a reader insert into The First Avenger and then we'll see how it goes from there.

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After about thirty minutes of driving, we made it out of the tunnel, after another hour we made it to the camp. When the car was finally parked I slid out of the back seat and straightened my skirt. I looked over the top of the car at Peggy, she motioned for me to follow her. She led us to one of the army's many jeeps.

“The project recruits are in the training field, we’ll have to drive over to them." She hoisted herself up into the cab and I quickly followed suit. The ride to the training field was short, but in the few minutes, it took us to get there a wave of anxiety crashed onto me.

The thought of seeing Steve here was panic-inducing. I had only just seen him a few hours before but having him see me in the job that I had kept secret from him was not fun. I had a feeling that this was going to be a long day.

As the jeep came to a stop I could see the line of recruits and there stood Steve right in the middle of them. He wasn't that hard to miss, he did stick out like a sore thumb. I leaned up between Peggy and the driver and said, "I don't think i can do this right now."

Peggy looked over her shoulder at me, "you can do this Roger's, there is nothing to worry about. Let's just go do our job." I took a deep breath and nodded, exiting the jeep.

I trailed slowly behind Peggy and stopped just out of Steve's view. I watched while she introduced herself to the line of men. As she walked down the line one of the men commented on her accent. Turning to ask his name he responded with, "Gilmore Hodge, your majesty."

Peggy then asked him to step forward and once he had done so, he was swiftly met with a punch to the face. I let a small laugh out as he fell backward.

“Agent Carter, I see you’re breaking in the candidates. I also see that you’ve brought Agent Rogers as well,” Colonel Phillips called out as he and Dr. Erskine came towards the group. We both quickly gave him a salute. With the mention of my name, I knew my cover was blown and I walked out to where Peggy and Coronel Phillips stood and introduced myself. My eyes fell on Steve who looked utterly shocked.

The Coronel then proceeds to give his small speech about how we would win the war because we have “the best men”. When he noticed Steve he also added “and because they are going to get better.” He continued by telling the men about the SSR and what the goal of the program was. When the words super-soldier were said, I could see the men take a sharp breath in and puff their chests out. From the looks of it, I could already tell these men were not what a super-soldier should be. I continued to watch Steve as he sent me questioning looks. I mouthed to him that I would explain later and he nodded slightly.

After the Coronel’s speech was when the real work began. They went straight into training exercises, push-ups, sit-ups, jumping jacks, every exercise you could think of. I stood back and watched, only chiming in when I saw one of the men slacking or doing something incorrectly. Steve was in the middle of the group, trying his hardest to keep up with the others, but he never quit.

Once night fell the recruits were sent off to the canteen for supper. They all trotted off in a group but Steve didn’t move from the spot he had been in. I looked over at him and sighed. I waved Peggy on and walked over to my brother. He started to speak but I quickly interrupted him. “Before you say anything I want to say I’m sorry for keeping this from you, I was legally forbidden from saying anything to you.”

He stood there for a minute processing, mouth opening and closing like he was going to say something but then quickly thought better of it. He raked his hands through his hair and exhaled heavily. “I.. I have no idea what to say. When did you even have the time to join the SSR?” He asked, sounding a little cross.

“Do you remember when I started taking night classes down at the community college? Well, I was actually in training here with the SSR. I’m not really sure how it happened, it just did. I really wanted to tell you so bad, but I couldn’t. I hope you understand why.” My head hung low as I spoke, this and my engagement were the only two things I have ever kept from my brother and to have one less thing weighing on my mind felt like a relief.

“I understand, you only did what was asked of you,” he spoke calmly and pulled me into a hug.

“Thank you, Stevie.” I gave him a tight hug back. I let go and started to walk to the canteen. “Now, here I am your superior, I can't be giving you special treatment because you’re my big brother.”

“I wouldn’t want you to. So do I just call you Agent Rogers from now on? I'm not going to lie, that's a little weird,” He laughed, falling into step with me.

“Yes that's exactly what you should call me and I’ll just call you Rogers from now on, maybe with a little more force.” I chuckled and shook my head, “I have a meeting to get to so go get some supper and get your things unpacked. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning at 0600, soldier.” I turned to my right and headed for the main office building of the camp.

Over the next few days, Peggy and I watched over the training of the recruits. I watched as Steve lagged behind in every exercise and obstacle, but he managed to pull through. He used his smarts to get through some of the tasks, unlike the others who relied on their brute force. Dr. Erskine kept a close eye on him whenever he was present on the training field. I knew that Steve was his one and only choice out of the group to help further the experiment we were conducting.

Today was no different than any other, I peered at the men doing seats of burpees in the midday heat. “Let's go girlies! Faster! My grandmother can do these faster than this!” I yelled, pacing back and forth behind the group. To my right, I noticed the

Coronel and Dr. Erskine had arrived. They were deep in a conversation when I heard Peggy shout from the front of the group and I turned back to watch the men do their exercises.

The next thing I knew someone was shouting “grenade”. The whole area went into a panic. I spotted the grenade and started towards it in hopes to reduce the damage it would do if it was just left to sit. Before I could reach it, Steve dove on top of it.

“Get away! Get back!” he yelled. I dropped to my knees next to him, my heart pounded in anxiety but the explosion never came. I realized that it was a dud, one of the grenades used to train with. Steve uncurled himself out of his position and looked over at Colonel Phillips and Dr. Erskine, “Is this a test?” I grabbed his arm and pulled him up to his feet with me.

“Well, that was interesting. I can’t believe you would jump on a grenade Steve,” I shook my head.

“You’re one to talk, I saw you running straight for it too. Even when I was on top of it you still stayed. I told you to get away,” he chided.

“Steve don’t scold me, I couldn't just let you blow up. That was really brave of you though. Not many people would do what you just did.”

“Mr. Rogers, Agent Rogers, please come see me for a moment,” called Dr. Erskine. Steve and I looked at one another and then walked over to the doctor. “Come, follow me.” He led us to a jeep where we hopped in and were taken to one of the office buildings.

Inside the office, Dr. Erskine pointed at two chairs for us to sit in while he went behind his desk and took his seat. “I’ll just get right to the point. Mr. Rogers, I believe you will be the best candidate for this operation. You too Agent Rogers. I believe you both will be the best options for what we are trying to do here.” He explained to us. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This project was supposed to only have one participant, not two.

“If I may, I thought this was only going to be carried out on only one person, why choose the both of us,” I questioned.

Dr. Erskine looked at Steve and then at me. “This is my experiment, I can choose however many test subjects I would like to perform on. Not only that but you both displayed what I would like a candidate for the experiment to have, and that's courage and a good heart. Agent Rogers I’ve known you for a couple years now and I have had you in mind for this for a while,” He paused and looked down at the papers on his desk, “I also believe that since I did some testing with your blood work that the success rate will be greater since the two of you are siblings.”

Steve and I nodded as we listened to what he was telling us. He continued to recount to us what he had experienced with Hitler and Johann Schmidt. He told us of the unfinished serum that Schmidt had taken and that there were dire consequences, he had gained power and strength but at what cost?

“The serum,” he paused, “the serum amplifies what is on the inside, not just physicality. Good becomes great and bad becomes worse. Not only did I choose you because of what I have seen in you but because I know that someone who is weak or has been looked down upon knows the value of strength and compassion, unlike the bully who has had power his whole life.” He poured himself a drink and then two more for us. “Just promise me that whatever happens in the lab tomorrow, you two will stay good-hearted and true to yourself, do not become the perfect soldiers they want you to be. Now, drink up, you have a procedure tomorrow no liquids or food will be allowed after 10 o’clock tonight.” He handed us our glasses and then he picked his own up. I glanced at Steve and after raising my glass in a toast I slung my head back and felt the burn of the alcohol sliding down my throat.

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ur-jinji · 3 years

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wallflowers: part two

zuko x reader modern au

warning: sokka throws up a lot. sokka always ends up throwing up in my fics

summary: after a night at a party with the gaang and meeting zuko, you join them for breakfast and find time alone with him

a/n: i had no intention of writing a sequel & left part one off with a little bit of cliffhanger just for the fun of it but i got like two comments asking for a part two and i was like damn i feel like i owe it to yall for ending it like that,, so here you go :) i don’t really know how to feel about it

Unknown: hey :) it’s zuko

Your eyes widened at your phone in surprised.

‘He actually texted me,’ You thought to yourself in awe.

“What are you smiling about?” Katara questioned from the drivers seat of the car. She raised an eyebrow and a very smug smirk was wiped across her face.

“Uh, nothing,” You lied before turning back to your phone. You stared at the message for a moment, your fingers stuck. Why were you so nervous to text him back?

You: hey :) how’s the party?

Zuko: really boring now that you’re gone :( aang and i just went up to the guest room for bed. everyone started to leave

You smiled softly.

You: you’re so sweet!!

Zuko: i heard we might go to breakfast tomorrow. will you be there?

“We’re going to breakfast?” You asked Katara.

“Yeah, once they all rise from the dead. Sokka and Suki will probably be the ones most screwed up tomorrow,” She replied, causing you to laugh and nod in agreement.

You: yeah i’ll be there :)

Zuko: good :) see you then

You put your phone back into your pocket and could not stop smiling. Butterflies were swarming in your stomach. You eventually made it to Suki’s apartment, and you and Katara had to practically drag them inside. Once you tucked them into bed, you made yourself comfy on the couch in the living room. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and saw another text.

Zuko: did you make it to suki’s okay??

You: yes :) thanks for asking. we had to put sokka and suki to bed. i think theyll be out for the rest of the night so no funny business haha

Zuko: just give it a minute

Just a moment after Zuko sent that text, you started to hear a consistent creaking of a mattress coming from the other room

You: oh my god you’re right they’re going at it

You: i don’t even know how lmao they were knocked out a second ago

Zuko: i’ve suffered through many long nights in the same house as them. they always find a way -.-

You: god theyre animals lmfao

You: i’m gonna get some sleep, you should too!!

Zuko: okay, sleep well :)

You: you too :)

You awoke the next morning with a sliver of sunshine from the mostly closed curtains shining brightly directly on your face. It was sometime around noon. You rubbed your eyes tiredly and noticed a sound from the bathroom that sounded like gagging. You were suddenly very thankful you only had one drink the previous night. If it weren’t for Zuko, you probably would’ve had more.

You stood from the couch and followed the noise of gags. The door was wide open and you could see Sokka leant over the toilet. You walked towards him, concerned.

“Hey, buddy. Want me to get you some water?” You offered kindly as you placed a hand on his back, rubbing circles. He looked up at you with a look of disgust on his face and nodded slowly.

“I don’t know how Suki does it. She’s perfectly fine,” He mumbled before burping and leaning back over the toilet. Some vomit came up. Gross.

You made your way to the kitchen where you saw Suki, all readied up, pretty, and ready to go.

“Hey, Y/N! How did you sleep?” She chirped. She handed you a water bottle for Sokka, already knowing.

“I slept good. The couch was very comfy,” Yoh replied with a smile.

“I didn’t mean to get so trashed last night. Did I do anything embarrassing?” Suki asked.

“Nope. Sokka on the other hand...” You responded, gaining a laugh from her. Katara appeared in the kitchen and greeted the two of you. She also looked ready to go. You felt embarrassed that you were the last one up.

“I’ll go get ready real quick!” You told them before speed walking from the kitchen. You bee lined to the bathroom and gave Sokka his water.

“Thanks,” He muttered sickly.

“I’m gonna get ready in here while you puke, mkay?” You told him. He nodded and took a long drink of water. He fell backwards onto the tile floor and stared miserably up at the sealing. You went over to the vanity and rushed to get ready using Suki’s things and an extra toothbrush she left for you. As you ran a brush through your hair, you heard Sokka scramble to get back up and upchuck into the toilet some more. You finished up getting ready and made your way out of the bathroom.

You joined the girls on the couch in the living room and chatted for a while until Sokka was able to hold down his vomit. He appeared in the living room and stared miserably at the three of you.

“Don’t you look pretty,” Katara teased. “Now let’s go. Aang, Toph, and Zuko just got to the diner.”

The four of you made your way out to the car and you somehow got stuck in the back with Sokka. He looked like he was about throw up all over you.

“Suki, I hate you for calling shotgun,” You told her. She turned around from the passenger seat and giggled.

“I’m not about to be thrown up on!” She reasoned.

Sokka grumbled something incoherent and then rested his head on the window, closing his eyes. Maybe if he does throw up, he’ll just do it on the floor? Maybe.

You arrived at the diner without any puke on you and you all made your way inside. Aang waved you over at a large table when he saw the group walk in. Your eyes landed on Zuko, who had already noticed you. He smiled warmly. He was seated at the very end of the table with Toph on the other side of him. You took a seat across from him, and Suki sat beside you. You were grateful Sokka didn’t sit by you.

“Hi, Y/N,” Zuko greeted you from across the table. You greeted him back, adding a grin. You looked over the menu to busy yourself. You felt yourself becoming very nervous again in Zuko’s presence, and feeling his gaze on you didn’t help.

“You’re lucky we’re in public, snoozles. I’m ready to put you into another chokehold,” You heard Toph say, presumably to Sokka, earning laughs from the rest of the group.

The table’s waitress came over and took everyone’s orders and then proceeded to say that it may take longer because the kitchen was super backed up. Your stomach grumbled loudly in response.

“God, I’m so hungry,” You said when she walked away.

“Me too,” Sokka said moodily from the other end of the table.

“I’m surprised you even want to eat!” Katara replied to him.

“Do you think you can wait?” Zuko asked.

“I mean, I have to,” You said with a chuckle, thinking you were stating the obvious.

“I have a granola bar in my car if you want it?” He offered softly to you, nudging your shoe with his.

“Really? I wouldn’t mind having one. I’m literally starving,” You responded, ready to jump out of your seat to get the dang thing.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Zuko said as he got up from his chair. You followed him out of the diner and into the parking lot, making small talk on the way to his car. Once you arrived at the destination, he opened the cardoor and fished a granola bar from his school backpack.

“I always have an emergency snack just in case for...y’know...emergencies,” He explained, his voice sounding anxious. You thanked him and ripped that sucker open. You split it in half and handed a half out to him.

“Please share it with me! I don’t want to spoil my entire appetite on accident,” You begged him.

Zuko grabbed the other half and then leaned against the door, munching on his half. You joined him against the door and looked up at him.

“So, did Sokka and Suki keep you up?” He asked.

“Not really. It was quickie,” You answered with a chuckle.

“You’re lucky. They kept me up for two hours once. It was awful,” He said, breathing out a shaky laugh. His nerves were becoming more and more obvious. “I’m not as bold as I was last night.”

“Well, the nickname liquid courage might explain it,” You joked.

“Wanna go for a walk?” Zuko asked with a hopeful expression. You nodded in response and the two of you began a trek out of the parking walk and down some sidewalk. The two of you spent the time sharing stories about your past and friends. You couldn’t help but notice how every so often, his hand would accidentally brush against your knuckles as you walked, causing a few blushes. You ended up at a large mural on the side of an abandoned bricked building on an empty street. It depicted the city abstractly. You looked up in admiration.

“We don’t have very many murals in my town. Just graffiti of random names,” You said to him. “It’s beautiful.”

You walked up to the mural, and as you got closer to the bricks, you reached out a hand, touching the paint gently, and running your fingers down the bricks. Zuko copied you, and his hand accidentally got a little too close to yours. His index finger lightly grazed your pinky. You both froze for a moment, taking in the rush that the contact gave. Zuko turned to you with a soft expression, which you returned.

“We should probably head back. Our food might be ready,” You said, nerves taking over you. You pulled your hand away from the bricks.

“Wait,” Zuko told you hurriedly. “I’ll regret not doing this.”

Before you could ask him what he meant, his hands found their way under your cheekbones. Zuko leaned forward and his eyes fluttered shut. His lips touched yours, causing a rush to race throughout your body. You immediately kissed him back, feeling like you’ve been deprived of his touch all your life. His lips moved quickly against yours like it was urgent. You opened your mouth slightly, welcoming his tongue, which seemed more than happy to enter. You eventually pulled away to catch your breath, both of you panting heavily. Zuko smirked and then leaned in for one more quick kiss, then another, then another, then another, pulling away for a second inbetween each one.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been wanting to do that since last night, but didn’t want to give you the wrong idea. I just really like you,” Zuko explained through his deep breaths. You grinned and pulled him back in for more to tell him you felt the same way. You eventually separated again, and you shared a smile with him.

“I like you too, Zuko. You replied, caressing his cheek, smiling and breathing out one final deep breath. “Let’s head back before our food gets cold.”

Zuko nodded with a small opened mouth smile. The two of you began your walk back, and he surprised you again by taking your hand in his, entwining your fingers.

As you walked back, you couldn’t help but think about transferring colleges.

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jjk-emotrash · 3 years

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Blood and Gasoline - Chapter 12

Type: Mafia!AU

Group/s: Mainly BTS, Got7, Blackpink

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (OC), Jikook x Reader (OC)

Safety: NSFW

Warnings (Whole Fic): Swearing, Violence, Prostitution, Misogyny/Anti-Feminist Views, Torture, Smut, Non-Con/Rape, Death, SOME Fluff

Driving down into town Y/N was giddy with anticipation, ready for whatever the men had in store for her. Jimin decided to call a cab to take them instead of driving himself, wanting to fully enjoy the night. Sat between them in the back of the taxi, Y/N felt her stomach flutter - she wasn't used to getting dates from one man, let alone two at the same time. Jimin rested a hand just above her knee as she leaned her head on his shoulder, and Jungkook had his fingers laced with hers, simply enjoying each others companionship as soft music from the radio played on the background. After half an hour, the taxi pulled up in front of a charming restaurant, with vines growing up the walls, lit by candelabras attached the old building, like something out of a fairytale. Jungkook paid the taxi driver before guiding Y/N to the entrance where they were met by an older lady.

"Ah, Jungkook, Jimin - it's good to see you again!" she spoke warmly, greeting the men as old friends.

"You too, Eunjin," Jimin replied with a full grin.

"And I see you've brought someone with you?" Eunjin looked Y/N up and down appreciatively making her smile.

"This is Y/N, our date for the evening," Jungkook introduced, "Y/N this is Eunjin, she's basically family to us and owner of the restaurant."

"It's lovely to meet you, your restaurant is beautiful." Eunjin grinned widely with a small chuckle.

"Thank you dear, so table for three, your usual spot?" Eunjin asked, leading the trio into the candle-lit restaurant.

"Yes, please," Jimin said excitedly before leaning in to Y/N and whispering "it's our own private balcony overlooking the city. We usually use it for official dinner's."

They came to a stop on said balcony and Y/N's breath caught.

"Oh my..." the view was beautiful, all the lights from the city bellow shone like fireflies in the night. The moon high in the sky above was curtained my the giant willow trees surrounding the restaurant. Jungkook pulled out a chair for her and as she sat was handed a menu by Eunjin.

“A waiter will be through momentarily to take your orders,” She spoke, smiling at the trio before leaving them alone.

“This place is…just, wow.” Y/N couldn’t find the words to properly express how she felt, eyes shining as she took in her surroundings. “It doesn’t feel real.”

“I thought the same on my first trip here,” Jungkook said contemplatively, scanning the menu as he did. “It was a few years ago now, I was still pretty new to the business. Yoongi paid for everything of course and I ate and drank until I could fit anything else in. Best nights sleep I’ve had in a while.”

“I remember my first trip, the Scorpions weren’t a thing back then, Taehyung was actually a close friend…” Jimins thoughts drifted before snapping back to reality, “But anyway, that’s a story for another night. This evening is about you. What do you like the look of?”

The menu had an eclectic mix of different foods, from Korean, to Italian, to Spanish, there was a lot to choose from, and all sounded delicious. By the time the waiter came through, young and looking nervous, Y/N had finally settled on an old favourite of hers that she spotted. The men ordered an expensive sounding bottle of champagne with their meals and told the waiter to, “keep it coming.”

They ate and drank and laughed for hours, getting drunk on champagne and full on the most amazing food Y/N had ever tasted. After getting a creamy dessert that Eunjin had suggested whilst coming through to check on them, they paid the check and headed into town. As they took the short walk down the hill to town in the moonlight, Y/N plucked the courage to ask about something she had been wondering about.

“So, what’s the deal with Taehyung? From the sound of it, it seems like he used to be a Viper?” Y/N asked as she swung her laced hand with Jimin’s by her side. The man sighed and ran his free hand through his hair as Jungkook kicked a rock down the hill. She had hit a nerve.

“Yeah, he was.” Jimin said, slightly irritated, “He left after Yoongi and Hoseok had their big argument, took Hoseok’s side.”

“Wait, what? What argument?” Y/N asked, confused.

“Hoseok used to be Yoongi’s right hand man. They did everything together, until one-night Hoseok snapped and tried to kill Yoongi.” Jungkook explained, frustrated, “I still don’t understand what actually happened though.”

“Nobody does,” Jimin shook his head, “I’ve tried to pull answers from Taehyung but he won’t budge. Either he’s taunting us or is just as clueless.”

“So no one in either gang knows why Hoseok snapped?” The men nodded.

“It’s a mystery to us all.” Jimin rubbed his temple as he thought hard. Y/N stopped in her tracks to kiss his temples softly, wanting to soothe him, before meeting his lips. He sighed into it and pulled her close, “That was better than the first time.” He smiled after pulling away and Y/N giggled.

“You’ve kissed before?! How did I not know about this?” Jungkook exclaimed, making Jimin laugh heartily at Jungkooks pouty expression.

“It was a while ago at the club, a drunken mistake on my part. I basically pounced on him,” Jimin nodded and blushed slightly remembering the night fondly, “He just wanted to convince me to come back to the house when I was staying with the girls cause you were getting irritable.” She put her hands on his chest as she spoke and he pulled her closer by her hips.

“Drunken mistake or not, I’ve still missed out,” Jungkook playfully stated brushed her nose with his.

“That’s easily fixed,” Y/N murmured before closing the gap between them and moulding their lips together. Her hands slid up his chest to tangle in his hair. He groaned she tugged slightly and let his hands fall down her body to squeeze her ass gently. The gasp she made allowing him to snake his tongue into her mouth. As they got lost in the kiss the world faded around them until, Jimin cleared his throat behind them. Now leaning against a light-post with his arms folded over his chest, Jimin had watched them intently, thoughts running wild.

“Let’s get into town before you two start fucking in the bushes.” Jimin slyly said with a shit-eating smirk. Y/N let out a noise that sounded halfway between a laugh and a gasp as Jungkook hit Jimin’s forearm playfully before his eyes dropped and he chuckled.

“Well, it looks like if we did, you’d want to join us.” Jungkook spoke, cocking up and eyebrow but Jimin didn’t flinch as he flirted back.

“You’d like that, though, wouldn’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay, let’s get to a club, I need a drink.” Y/N laughed and continued walking down the hill into town.

The booming bass of the club surrounded them as people danced by but they hardly noticed. Y/N was locked between Jimin and Jungkook on the dancefloor of a small bar in town, grinding against them in the flashing lights. As soon as they found the bar they headed straight for the bar, got a round of shots then found themselves on the dancefloor. Her arms hung around Jimin’s neck in front of her as both his and Jungkooks hands slid up and down her waist and hips - pulling each other tighter as they danced.

Head falling back against Jungkook’s shoulder, he quickly took the chance to press his soft lips against her exposed neck and pulled a soft moan from her. Jimin smirked at the sight in front of him, catching her eyes now blown wide with lust. His hand reached out the cup the nape of her neck and pulled her lips to his, locking them in a passionate kiss; Jungkooks lips, still attached to the crook of her neck determined to replace the already fading marks previously left by Yoongi.

"Fuck, Y/N," Jimin moaned softly as she grinded harder against him, their foreheads now pressed together as his thigh slotted between her legs to gain more friction, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

"C'mere," she heard Jungkook whisper as he pulled away slightly to spin her round to face him, quickly attaching their lips as his chest connected with hers. Y/N could feel herself grow hotter and hotter as she tangled her hands in his hair, his tongue now stroking against hers. She pulled away breathless and felt wetness pool slightly in her underwear, suddenly becoming hyperaware of their surroundings. Luckily nobody else in the club had noticed, most in similar circumstances themselves.

"Let's get out of here, now." Y/N grabbed both of men’s hands and practically dragged them outside without a second thought to hail a taxi back home.

The journey back felt painfully long as the men traced her thighs and whispered all the things they wanted to do to her once they got back the mansion. She bit her lip to stop the whimpers from escaping as Jimins hand crept higher and rubbed gently at the apex of her thighs, so close to where she needed him.

"It'll be okay, baby," Jungkook softly spoke so only they could hear "You'll get what you need soon enough, we'll give you everything you want until your begging us to stop."

As the last few words fell out his mouth, Jimin pressed his thumb against her clothed clit, rubbing in slow circles and making Y/N squirm on her seat. The car pulled up to the gates just as Y/N was about to cum, and Jimin pulled his hand away from her completely with a sly grin. Y/N whined softy, pressing her thighs together, as the men chuckled either side of her opening the car doors. She slid out of the taxi, thanking the driver, as Jungkook paid and Jimin pressed in the password to unlock the gates.

They stumbled into Jimin’s bedroom, a mess of lips and limbs, trying to undress each other as quickly as possible – clothes thrown aside and shoes kicked off. As soon as the door was shut and locked, the men turned to face Y/N - now sat in the bed clad only in the lingerie that Lisa had picked out for her, leaning back against the soft mattress.

"Well, Jungkookie, look what we have here..." Jimin’s voice was thick with lust as his eyes traced the figure of the beautiful woman on his bed.

"She's sitting all prettily, ready for us." Jungkook stalked over to the bed, his shirt thrown to the side, exposing his toned torso, before crouching in front of her, fingers tracing her thighs, "What do you want, huh? Do you want Jimin to finish making you cum with his fingers? I know you were so close to finishing."

All she could do was nod as she locked eyes with Jungkook, unable to look away from his gaze as he stood up. Jimin came to take his place kneeling in front of her, as Jungkook rounded the bed to sit behind her, her back against his chest once more. She gazed down at Jimin as he ran his hands up her thighs before tugging down her panties and spreading her legs. The cold air against her made her back arch into Jungkooks chest as Jimin groaned at the sight of her wetness.

"So fucking wet, God your body is just begging to be touched," Jimin spoke as his kissed his way up her thighs, his thumb finding its spot back on her now fully exposed clit. She choked on a moan as Jungkook cupped her breasts and tugged at her hardened nipples now poking through her bra.

"Don't hold back baby, let us hear you," Jungkook encouraged as more moans slipped from Y/N's lips, two of Jimin’s fingers pushing knuckle deep into her as his lips replaced his thumb at her clit, sucking at it harshly. Her hands immediately went to Jimin’s head as he smirked up at her, his fingers pumping into her at a steady pace making moans fall from her lips uncontrollably. Jungkook disposed of her bra quickly and pulled harder at her nipples one hand as the other pulled her hair, exposing her neck again for him.

"Jimin...fuck, I'm so close..." Y/N bucked her hips against him gently as she grew closer and closer to release.

"Cum for me." He moaned against her pussy, as his fingers moved faster, tipping her over the edge with a load moan. He eased her though her orgasm before pulling back and leaning in for a kiss which she happily gave. Y/N reached immediately for his trousers and tugged them off along with his underwear as they kissed, finally freeing his hard cock.

"Jungkook, lay with her head against your chest, your head on the pillows." Jimin instructed between groans as he stroked his cock. "I want to fuck her from behind."

They immediately got into position on the bed, the remaining clothes now thrown in a pile with the others. Y/N kneeled with the ass high in the air, her head resting on Jungkooks abs, kissing and nibbling at the soft skin as Jimin gripped her hips from behind. She heard the tell-tale rip of a condom wrapper as Jungkook stroked her hair before she felt the head of Jimin’s cock pressing against her entrance.

"You can still back out, princess. We won't do anything you don't want to do." Jimin spoke softly all of a sudden, a hand tracing her body gently, leaning down to leave kisses along her spine

"I want this...please, fuck me, Jimin." She assured him, and he didn't need telling twice. The softness of a second ago now gone as he pushed himself into her with a throaty moan. Her nails clawed at Jungkooks chest at the feeling of him stretching her out, the burn feeling so damn good. His grip on her hips behind her tightened as he began thrusting into her at a brutal pace, steady but hard and hitting all the perfect spots inside her.

"Fuck! Jimin...you feel so fucking good..." Y/N moaned as he increased his pace slightly, chasing his high.

"Such a good girl for us, look at you, taking Jimin’s cock so well," Jungkook said as he cupped her face, eyes dark as he watched her ass jiggle with every thrust of Jimin’s hips. He moaned as Y/N wrapped a hand around his neglected cock and gently rolled his hips into her hand.

"Shit, Y/N, you're so tight around me - fuck, princess, you're going to make me cum so quickly." Jimin spoke through moans. The filthy words coming from their mouths only pushed her closer to orgasm again and soon her legs were shaking as she hit her high, moaning Jimin's name. He wasn't far behind, only a few more thrusts before he was spilling into the condom, as her name fell from his lips. He pulled out of her panting, before standing up and throwing the condom in the trash and passing a second to Jungkook, which he put on immediately.

Y/N straddled his hips before leaning down to kiss him, gently grinding her aching pussy along his hard cock. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist as they passionately kissed. Once they pulled away, Jungkook positioned them on their sides facing each other, with one of her legs hitched over his hip. Jimin came up behind her again and started kissing her jaw, sucking marks into the soft skin. Gripping her thigh, Jungkook slid into Y/N's drenched core with a guttural moan, head falling back in bliss. Y/N locked her fingers with Jimin’s, squeezing his hand tightly for support.

"Fuck, Y/N, you feel so perfect around me, you drive me crazy, baby…" Jungkook moaned out as he pistoned his hips into her, feeling her clench around him as he spoke, spurring him on "Jimin- fuck- you were right, shes so fucking tight and wet, desperate for a good fuck,"

Y/N writhed in pleasure between the men, overstimulation making the sensation all too good.

Whimpering and whining, she begging for release. "Please...it's too much, let me cum...please..."

"I don't know...do you think we should let her cum?" Jungkook asked Jimin with a particularly hard thrust, making her almost scream.

"She has cum twice already," Jimin responded cockily, massaging her soft breasts "do you deserve to cum again, princess?"

"Yes! Please, I've been so good! Please let me cum, please!" Y/N begged for release. Jungkook continued to roughly fuck her as he pretended to think, tracking his eyes over her writhing body, cursing repeatedly under his breath at the sight.

"Okay baby, cum." with those three words she let go with a scream as the two men held on to her body.

"Fuck-" Jungkook came soon after, the feeling of her pulsing pussy cumming around his cock overwhelming.

“Such a good girl...” Jimin stoked her hair as she whined, Jungkook pulling out of her carefully. After Jungkook disposed of the condom, he flopped back down on the bed and pulled her onto his chest, kissing her forehead softly as Jimin spooned her from behind. Safe in their arms, she drifted off to sleep.

“She’s so beautiful,” Jungkook whispered, gently stroking her body as she slept soundly on his chest.

“Yoongi doesn’t deserve her,” Jimin added as he nuzzled into her neck and kissed all the marks they had left. “Did you see her face at the restaurant? She practically glowed.”

“God, don’t remind me, I haven’t seen her so happy in so long, I wanted to kill everyone who’s ever hurt her,” Jungkooks arms tensed around her, “We need to keep her happy, whatever it takes.”

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smolthealmighty · 3 years

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Spinaraki Week Level 2 Day 1: Chase

Give Myself To You

When Spinner had the idea to visit his hometown and show off his old hideaways to Tomura, he thought it would be romantic. He could turn these sad places where he went to cry into secluded havens where he could spend some quality alone time with the love of his life, and do something he's wanted to do since their third date. He was not expecting a neon orange pickup truck to interrupt the date by hurtling towards them at high speed.

In which Spinner's old bullies want to run him over with their truck, Tomura wants to beat the shit out of them for daring to try, and Spinner just wants to pop the question.

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This was not how this date was supposed go. Spinner just wanted to show his boyfriend around his hometown, give him a tour of all the isolated spots he would hide away in before he eventually shut himself up inside the Iguchi house. It was gonna be a nice romantic getaway, where the places he associated with some of his worst memories could be re-contextualized as he turned them into secluded little havens where he could woo his boyfriend –and eventually propose to him– in peace.

There they were, sitting together at the edge of the forest that semi-surrounded the town, watching the sun start to set over the hilly meadow that lay below them. Tomura was fully relaxed for once, leaning heavily on his boyfriend as he reminisced about the utter disaster that was the one time they tried to go clubbing, while Spinner was mustering up his courage and fidgeting with the rings in his jacket’s pocket. Just as he turned to face Tomura and was about to start the speech he had been revising in his mind since –admittedly– their third date, he saw the unmistakable neon orange pickup truck that belonged to Spinner’s worst nightmares, Nōtarin, Iyaga, and Rase, speeding in the background. And the truck was gunning straight for them!

“Oh no.”

“Hm, what do you mean ‘oh no’?” asked Tomura, who also uttered an “oh no” once Spinner pointed towards the truck that was now only a hundred meters away. With reflexes that were still etched into his bones after years of dealing with the trio, Spinner clutched his boyfriend close and launched the both of them down the hill in a barrel roll, barely missing the thick tires of the truck as it blew past them.

“What the hell was that shit?” yelled Tomura, as Spinner shot up, grabbed his hand, and lead them towards one of the few trees that dotted the meadow.

“Those are the assholes I told you about, the ones who always went after me. One of them must’ve seen me and recognized me, and now they’re picking back up from where we last left off!”

“You last left off with them trying to turn you into roadkill?!”

As they ducked into the hollow, a chorus of brash voices with heavy country accents boomed across the meadow.

“Shuichi, you purse designer’s wet dream! Why don’t you let us mount your lizard head to the wall like the hunting trophy you are!”

“Nōtarin, I saw someone with him, hey gecko geek, do you mind if we mount your friend too?”

“Damn Iyaga, keep it in your pants. Though to be fair, compared to talon-hands you’d probably be a better fit!”

At this point Tomura was already struggling against Spinner to march out of the hollow and wreak vengeance. “C’mon Spinner, I’ll mount their heads on our base’s wall!”

“Would you just gimme a sec to cool down a bit?!” Tomura relented and stopped squirming, letting Spinner hold him as he tried to stop trembling.

“Ugh, I swear, they always know how to get under my skin. And I really thought I’d be over them by now.”

Tomura turned to face Spinner and squeezed him back, taking his boyfriend’s scaly beak and pressing it into his scarred neck. “You’ll be alright. You’re just a little stuck, I’m right here if you need a push you know.”

Spinner sighed as he nuzzled the curve of Tomura’s shoulder. “I know I’m not the pinnacle of dating material but damn, people can have different tastes.”

Tomura snorted, “Oh please, as if those hillbilly bitches know anything about ‘good taste’. If your loyalty and empathy for empty husks like me aren’t enough to prove ‘em wrong, then you having the muscles to be able to wield a giant ‘fuck you’ sword should’ve done the job. The fact they can’t see any of that just shows that their IQ scores are all in the negatives.”

Looking up and seeing Tomura’s self-assured smile, the smile graced his face whenever he was so sure that he was right, knowing that he truly believed that his boyfriend was really all that, melted Spinner’s heart into a puddle of goo.

“Marry me.”

Maybe melted it a little too much.

“Huh?”

Realizing what just came out of his mouth, Spinner blushed violently and tried to start some damage control. “Uh shoot I mean um-”

“Hey Nōtarin, let’s ram into that tree! I think I hear them over there!”

Hearing that brought Spinner back to his senses, and he dragged Tomura out of the hollow, Nōtarin swerving just enough to only nick one of the headlights off the truck before resuming the chase.

“Son of a bitch, I had it all planned out and I messed it up!”

“Had what planned out?” asked Tomura, still in a whirl from what he was pretty sure he heard Spinner blurt just seconds ago.

“You know what, it’s fine, I’ll just do it on the fly. Follow me!”

They booked it across the meadow, Spinner weaving them around the hidden hills and valleys camouflaged beneath the waist-high grass. The truck kept slowly gaining on them, but the constant bangs and thumps of the truck bouncing against the uneven ground and the arguing between the driver and his passengers betrayed how little the tormentors knew about the terrain.

“Dammit, stay still you lizard-fuck!”

“Nah, let him keep running. Makes the chase more exciting!”

“Maybe if you’d gotten your driver’s license, you’d actually be able to hit him Nōtarin!”

“Fuck off Rase!”

Jumping over a particularly thick mud puddle, Spinner finally began the speech that had been previously interrupted.

“I’m sure you already know that I fell for you pretty fast-”

“Understatement of the year, but I’m not one to talk.”

The neon orange paint was splattered with mud, with the new coat of brown getting bigger as the wheels spun, sluggishly making its way through the puddle.

Spinner laughed breathlessly as he continued, “-yeah, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able put how much the love you gave me in return means to me into words. I couldn’t do it even if the ocean was made of ink and the earth was paper, it just wouldn’t be enough.”

“Shuichi…”

“And, well, since I can’t use words, I thought I’d show my devotion with some kind of gift, but I don’t really have much to give you except myself. Still, I’ll give that to you for the rest of my life if you want it.”

By this point they had stopped just a few feet in front of a moss-covered boulder, one that blended in with the green grass and was in the direct pathway of the truck that continued driving towards them at top speed.

Ignoring the oncoming truck, Spinner took Tomura’s other hand into his own, and softly asked, “Tomura, will you marry me?”

The truck hit the rock, skyrocketing up and over the couple. The screams of the driver and his passengers fell on deaf ears as Tomura gazed into bright, cherry-petal eyes and answered the proposal:

“You’re more than enough for me, you’re more than I could ever dream of asking for. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Not even a moment after he accepted, a loud crash echoed across the meadow as the truck collided with the ground, flipping over as it did so. The bullies were quick to exit the wreck and make their way towards the still lovestruck duo to attack them. It was a farce from the start, the newly established fiancés barely paying them any attention as they began to brawl.

“Look at you all smiley and shit,” said Tomura as he kicked Rase across the field.

“Why wouldn’t I be all smiles? I’m gonna get to marry to the love of my life! You should see your face right now, looks like your smile’s gonna split your face in two with how big it is!” exclaimed Spinner, dodging Nōtarin’s sluggish punches with ease.

“Touché, fiancé. I bet you’ve already got a plan for everything that comes next, you gooey romantic.”

“Well, I was thinking we could have a small ceremony, just us and the league. Nothing too fancy, we’d just do the vows, ring exchange, ‘I do’s’, and sealing it with a kiss, all within fifteen minutes tops. That way we can splurge on the reception, the best music-” Nōtarin screamed as his arm was sliced by Spinner’s hunting knife.

“-the most delicious food and drinks-” Nōtarin gurgled as the knife ran through his neck.

“-and a cake so big that’ll make everyone sick. We’d just have to grab someone to officiate the thing and make it official.”

“We can get Giran to do it, he’s got just enough connections that he could make it happen.” Iyaga howled as his chest caved in.

“And for the honeymoon, I was thinking about taking a joyride on the coastline. We could stock up the van and make stops at all the beaches, and maybe get rid of a few heroes along the way if we’re up for it.”

“That sounds good to me, I’m certainly looking forward to having some fun alone time to ourselves!” Tomura cried happily, as Rase joined Iyaga in the pile of dust that lay at his feet.

By the time they came down from the high of the fight, the sun was dipping below the tree line, Tomura and Spinner sprawled out next to each other on the bloodstained earth.

“Ah shit,” said Tomura, “I just realized that there goes my future date idea of murdering your hometown bullies.”

Spinner chuckled at his fiancé’s annoyed tone, “That’s okay, we only murdered a couple of them. Next time we can take down the town leaders who encouraged everything, make a day out of it.”

“Hmm, alright, but I’m planning it. It’s only fair.”

Satisfied, Spinner let out a sigh before suddenly sitting up. “Oh right, I gotcha these,” he said as he pulled the rings out of his pocket.

“It’s just a pair of those plastic rings from the arcade we went to a while back, but I figure we’re not gonna wear these for too long because they’re just engagement rings. We can rob a jewelry store together to pick out the wedding rings.”

“Sounds perfect,” said Tomura, as they each took turns slipping the rings onto each other’s fingers. Taking a second to let the presence of a ring on his finger sink in, Tomura smiled and said, “I don’t think I’ve ever been more grateful that Re-Destro only snapped off my first three fingers.”

“Well, that’s one way to say you’re happy to be engaged,” Spinner joked.

“Hm. Then I’ll say it more romantically, just for you.” This time, it was Tomura who took Spinner’s hands into his own as he spoke his piece:

“Shuichi, you are one thing in this world that I could never hate, and the only person I will ever promise myself to. I’ll do whatever it takes to give you the life you want to live. I love you, and I’ll continue to love you until the stars grow cold, and even after that.”

If that speech hadn’t already swept Spinner off his feet, then the deep kiss Tomura initiated sent his heart skyward with how much it fluttered. When they both came down to earth, they went about flipping the thoroughly beat-up truck right side up, and as the last rays of sunlight disappeared beneath the horizon, the newly engaged couple drove off into the ink and lavender sky.

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dual1pa · 3 years

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the fair

Eddie x fem!reader (has nothing to do with the plot of Buffy)

Warnings: fluff, heavy make outs, characters are both 18+

A/N: I don't think I've seen imagines about Eddie but this could easily lead to a part 2. thanks for reading :)

She always had a crush on him. Ever since he sat next to her in Chemistry class. It’s like her teacher, Mr. Miller, knew she was in love with him because he made them lab partners. Ever since then, they would eat lunch together, he would meet her at her locker every day to walk her to her bus. He always had his hands tucked into his pockets and looked down at his feet.

Before she got onto the bus, he stopped her, “Hey. There’s this fair tonight down at the firehouse, something about them collecting money for the year, would you, uh, wanna go with me?”

She smiles widely, “Eddie, I would love to. I love carnivals!”

Eddie’s face lit up, “Great. Should I pick you up at your house or do you wanna meet me there.”

“Eastend street. Third house on the left, it has purple shutters, can’t miss it.” she quickly kissed him on the cheek and ran onto the bus.”

He touched the place where she kissed and blushed, finding his car through the endless amount of cars of the senior class. He mentally beat himself up as to why he didn’t ask to just give her a ride home. He shook the negative thoughts out of his head and put the keys into the ignition of his car, figuring out what the hell he was going to wear.

When she found an empty seat, she internally screamed that he finally asked her out. She put in her headphones and turned on her favorite music, as well as responding to unread messages. As she stared out the window at the buildings and homes she passed by thousands of times on the way home from school. She thanked God it was the weekend and could finally take a break from the books to focus on what she was going to wear to impress the guy she really liked.

Once she found a cute dress and a pair of white sneakers, she paced back and forth in her living room, constantly looking out the window watching for Eddie’s car to pull up.

“I’m so glad you’re finally going out with that boy you’re always talking about.” her mother said, not taking her eyes off the book she was reading.

“You have no idea how happy I am. Also, could you guys like… not be awkward and weird and just stay here when the doorbell rings?” she scolded her mother and father until they gave her the answer she wanted, which was “fine, I won’t say a word.”

Just as their conversation was ending, they all heard the doorbell ring.

“Remember. Say nothing until you hear that door shut.”

“Just go have fun with him! But, curfew is midnight.” her father said.

“Alright, alright. See you guys later.” she ran to grab her small purse filled with her driver’s license, some extra cash, some lip gloss, and chapstick.

She double-checked her makeup and hair in the small mirror. She opened the door to see Eddie, wearing a blue jacket with a white shirt underneath and a pair of khakis. His hair was brushed to the side.

“Hi.” she smiled clutching onto her small bag that’s attached to her hip.

“Hey. These are for you.” he handed her a bouquet of flowers of her favorite colors.

She gasped, “These are beautiful.” She brought them up to her nose to smell the wonderful scent.

“I remember you told me these were your favorite flowers and I couldn’t show up empty handed.”

“It would have been fine if you did. All I need is you here, but thank you for the flowers.” she quickly put them on the table in the foyer and shut the door behind her, following Eddie to his car parked in the driveway. He opened the car door for her and waited patiently for her to put her seatbelt on before he carefully shut the door.

The way to the carnival was peacefully quiet. The air from outside coming in from his half opened window, his hair slightly blowing in the wind. She couldn’t help but smile at the scene she was witnessing. His one hand was on the wheel and the other was resting on his leg.

“Do you like to listen to music? I don’t have an AUX cord in my car anymore, it broke. However, I do have the radio. Any stations you listen to?”

“Any station that plays pop music.” you smile.

“No problem.” he flipped through the many stations until he found something that sounded similar to a pop song.

“Is this one okay?” he asked.

“It’s perfect,” you said.

As Eddie pulled into the grass area of the firehouse, it was already packed. Many families, people they recognized from school, and couples on dates. The field lit up with dozens of different colors and the environment was filled with laughs and screams. She considered herself a ride lover, she’ll go on any ride no matter how scary they look. She hoped he was the same.

“Man, it sure is packed and it’s not even 7 yet.” he looked at his watch after he parked the car.

“I know. But, it is a Friday night and the rides actually look good this year.”

“Yeah, last year they sucked, that’s why no one went.”

She laughed, “I think they got the message.”

The two of them walked close together as the craziness of the fair sucked them in. Eddie paid for 50 tickets, he thought that would get them on most of the rides.

“What do you wanna ride first?”

“Up to you.”

“How about that?” you point to a ride in the shape of a circle, watching as the people brave enough to ride go upside down, “Do you do rides like that? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t wanna do.”

“No, I love rides like that. I’ll go on anything here.”

“C’mon then!” she grabbed his hand and lead him to the line for the ride.

For the rest of the evening, they held hands as they walked to different attractions and waiting in lines. The only times their hands weren’t intertwined was to share a funnel cake. She had the time of her life with him and she prayed that he did too.

“What should be our last ride?” he asked her, squeezing her hand.

“I think it should be the Ferris wheel.”

“It’s like you read my mind.”

She started growing impatient because of how long the wait was but refused to show it on her face. All she wanted to do was lean up against Eddie’s chest and wrap her arms around his waist. She was thankful he didn’t pull away when she first grabbed his hand.

“Do you have anything planned for the weekend?” Eddie broke the silence between them.

She shook her head, “Nope, just homework probably. You?”

“Same here. If you wanted to, we could study for that chem test we have next week.”

“That sounds amazing actually because I have no idea what I’m doing.” she chuckled.

“I’ll be your knight in shining armor when it comes to chemistry.”

“I love that. My parents are actually leaving tomorrow to go into the city until Sunday night, just come right over.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“How many?” the fair employee asked.

“Two.” Eddie said.

“Step right in. Enjoy your ride.”

“Thanks.” she smiled.

She sits down first, followed by Eddie. She watches as the employee goes to start up the ride, the employee presses a button and they keep climbing till they’re at the top.

“Wow, you can see the whole town from here. I think I can see my house from here.” she laughed.

Eddie gained the courage to put his arm around her. She leaned in to his touch and held his hand that was around her arm. She looked up at him, he was already looking down at her. Without thought, she leaned up to quickly kiss him. She pulls back, without saying a word, he goes back in for another kiss, this one more passionate. His lips were so soft she never wanted to come up for air. The hand that was on his lap was now holding her cheek.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night.”

“I’ve wanted to do that since Mr. Miller paired us up as chem partners.”

“Damnit. That means I could have asked you out earlier?”

She licked his bottom lip to bring him back in for a kiss.

Before they knew it, their ride was coming to an end.

“I wanna do more of this,” he said firmly.

“Me too,” she said.

On the ride home, they talked about their favorite rides and moments of the night. Both of them chose the Ferris wheel.

Eddie pulled up to her house and turned off the engine, “What time should I come over tomorrow?”

“How about 3? Then after we can watch a movie and just hang out?”

Eddie nodded in agreement, “I’m looking forward to seeing you again. I also really liked kissing you.”

That’s all it took for her to hike up her dress and maneuver herself over the console to straddle his hips. He quickly took off his seatbelt so she was more comfortable on top of him. She leaned down to kiss her crush. His hands gripped her waist. She moaned into his mouth, desperately wanting more of him. His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, sucking on the sweet spot, for sure leaving a mark. She glanced at her watch, noticing it was about to hit midnight. She definitely didn’t want her father coming out of the house and seeing what was happening.

She groaned, “I have to go. It’s almost past my curfew.”

“No.” he moaned in a protest.

“If I’m grounded that means my parents will cancel their trip to the city, and you and I both don’t want that, trust me.”

He lets her go as she gets out the passenger side.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? 3pm sharp. I’ll be waiting.”

“Believe me, I’ll be here at 2:59.”

She blows him one last kiss before running up to the front door, unlocking it with her key. She locked the door behind her and watched Eddie pull out of the driveway and onward to his home. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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dreamboatisland · 4 years

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abandoned love | d.d.

Summary: When David gets a new girlfriend, you didn’t expect to be forgotten amongst the midst of it all.

Word Count: 1420

A/N: Hey yall, this was actually the first piece I ever wrote for the vlog squad. It’s kinda hard to believe that the first fic I wrote was about David and now I mainly write for Jeff. So, I hope it’s okay! Also kinda satisfying that my first david fic had the word count include 420.

It was no secret that David was in love with you. Well in love was probably exaggerating it a bit. More appropriate would be that he had a giant crush on you. Most of the time it was evident by the way he would always make sure you were taken care of. Whether that be by making sure you weren’t hungry or thirsty or if you were comfortable in the situation you were in. And needless to say, but it was nice. It was nice to always have someone there who actually cared for you. And unknowing to anyone else, you had a crush on him too. Have ever since he accidentally hit you with his camera when you first met him. But keeping your friendship intact forced any thoughts of a relationship out of your mind.

That was until she came into the picture. Her with the dark brown locks. The radiant smile. The glowing skin. She was absolutely gorgeous and a part of you could admit that you were jealous of her. Not all because of how she looked and behaved, but the more for the fact that she slowly took David away from you. Which ultimately wouldn’t have been a bad thing since you were always there to support David, but it led to you being nothing more than a way to get content from him.

It started slowly. Him forgetting you were there when he was filming, which was a small change, but one many around you noticed. Not returning your calls or texts and not responding to your messages, something that was strange to you and realizing you didn’t like. After some time, you didn’t appear in the vlogs as much as you used to, and this was when the fans noticed. They wondered if you guys were still friends. And even though the whole internet could tell that things were wrong between you two, you didn’t pay much attention to it. Mainly associated it with him getting a girlfriend. All you wanted to be was supportive, especially since his last public relationship was a couple of years ago.

The moment it became evident that you really lost him to her was when they all decided to travel to Las Vegas without you. Everyone sent you a text to see if you were ready. What they didn’t realize was that David never told you about it.

So rather than confuse anyone, you told them you wouldn’t be able to go because of work.

But you were upset by this information. Even considered going to his house to confront him about it, but you didn’t want to cause a scene. If he didn’t want to invite you and be associated with you anymore, then so be it.

It was hard to disassociate yourself with someone you once considered a close friend, probably more accurate, a best friend. The posts on social media didn’t make it any better. All you felt was anger when you noticed how happy they seemed. Which then led to you being upset at the fact that you were angry when all you wanted for him was happiness. And he got that. What you didn’t expect was for it to be at the cost of your friendship.

And when they returned from Las Vegas after spending a few days there, it wasn’t a surprise that the only person to contact you was Erin. Always being closer to her in the vlog squad than most of the others.

After much contemplation on your part, you decided to meet up with her after coming back from her trip. She was the first friend you made before meeting all of the vlog squad. They couldn’t really take her away from you.

Which is why you were here, outside your local coffee shop, getting breakfast and catching up with her.

“So, what have you been up to? I know you said you were picking up a lot of extra shifts, but there aren’t that many shifts where you can’t respond to a simple text.”

All you can do is look down at your plate of food. Not wanting to tell her you’ve been feeling left out for a while and decided to cut all ties silently.

“Nothing, but I am thinking about starting my own youtube channel. Sort of a help guide channel for others. But I really don’t know where to start.”

Always being good at directing the conversation away from topics you didn’t want to talk about, that’s what you did.

“Why don’t you come and help Carly and me with some videos. Maybe it’ll help you see how to go about starting?” You can tell she’s being sincere when you look at her eyes. “Well as much help as Carly and I can give you.”

You quickly take her up on her offer and decide to accompany them on their Starbucks taste testing videos they film. Deciding it would probably be the one video that isn’t filmed near David or the others.

But you should have known that Erin knew you pretty well by now. She’s known something has been wrong with you since before the trip. When you started to become distant. Before, she tied it to problems with your job. Until she realized the reason why. David.

So that’s when she decided she would invite David for the video as well. It was time for you to gain the courage to speak your thoughts and for him to recognize what he was doing was wrong. The two of you needed to talk things out. Knowing this would probably upset you, she decided to take the risk. Better to try and salvage your relationship than to have you both lose each other.

It was no surprise to her when she picked you up and your eyes grew as wide as saucers. She was expecting it when your eyes fell upon David in the drivers’ seat. He seemed to be confused and quite shocked as well. Not knowing Erin was going to direct him to you. But he couldn't exactly leave you, so he waited patiently for you to get in the backseat with Carly with Jason in the very back.

All conversation was tuned out from your mind while you tried to get a grip of yourself. Until Carly asked what you wanted from the menu. Putting yourself back in reality you quickly gave her your usual order.

Remembering that you were here to learn from Carly and Erin, you put your focus back on them and what they were filming. Once you focused on just them and how they communicated to the camera, you began to enjoy yourself. There were a lot of helpful tips that were sure to help you both with a camera and how to go about starting a channel.

That was until they left you alone with David. The silence seemed to make him uncomfortable. And you guessed that’s why he began talking to you. “I don’t know if this matters to you, but I broke up with her.” Which caused your eyes to go wide for the second time that day.

“I’m really sorry I stopped all contact with you. I just couldn’t didn’t want this relationship to end exactly like my last one. Ended because we let ourselves drift apart. But I didn’t mean to cut you out. I didn’t even realize what I had done until I came back from Las Vegas and you weren’t there to keep me company while I edit. To accompany me during our late-night drives. Or to cuddle with me when we’re going to bed. I didn’t end the relationship because of you, but I did because I realized something. All along I was looking for someone where support and being there for each other would come naturally. To have someone to hold and to love. And I was looking in the wrong place. I should have realized this sooner. There was a reason why I never dated anyone else. You were that reason. I already had you, but I didn’t realize. And I’m sorry.”

He’s playing with the strings on his hoodie and you can’t help but to tilt his head towards yours and kiss him. Shocked at first, he doesn’t move. Until he feels your fingers glide across his cheek. Softly, his hands grip your waist and he pulls you into his embrace.

And you both don’t let each other go until Carly, Erin, and Jason come back.

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diyunho · 4 years

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The Joker x Reader - “Ghost Driver” Part 2

When The Joker says you’re his, it means you’re essential to him because he needs your services for his own gain; it literally has zero affectionate connotations. Turbo is The King’s Ghost Driver and although she’s a legend, her life is far from perfect.

Part 1

Four Days Afterwards, 7:47pm

“Good evening, madam. I am tonight’s entertainment,” Frost blurs out as soon as you open the door and instantly regrets his pun. “Sorry, that was stupid to say,” he apologizes.

The reason why you look puzzled is not his joke, but another motive: you never saw Jonny wearing anything else besides a suit or military gear; the fact that he’s standing in front of you wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt is quite intriguing.

“Hi,” you move aside so he can come in.

“Did I wake you up?”

“I fell asleep watching a movie,” Y/N smiles at his comfortable attire. “No big deal. Did Mister Joker send you?” the subtle question indicates you want to find out the reason for his visit.

“No... I was just thinking… maybe we could… and it’s entirely up to you, no pressure… maybe you would want to go and watch the fireworks with me. I have food and sleeping bags, plus an ice chest with drinks in my truck.”

You seem confused.

“Mmmm, you know what? Forget about it. That was completely idiotic to suggest,” Frost realizes that asking a freshly divorced woman to get out of the house after she was kidnapped and starved into her ex’s basement only four days ago it’s not the most brilliant idea he ever had.

“You had me at food and fireworks,” you wink at his insecurity. “The drinks sealed the deal. I’m confused on one detail: do I have to change or can I come in my PJ’s?”

“PJ’s are perfect.”

“Awesome!” you grab the keys from the coffee table. “Where exactly are we heading?”

“Fire Creek Hill, it’s one of the best spots to enjoy the view,” Jonny replies.

“Isn’t that closed to the general public?” Y/N inquires and his logic makes you laugh while exchanging your socks for flip-flops.

“I doubt we’re considered the general public. I had to pull some strings though,” he admits, overjoyed you actually agreed to accompany him.

Not that he shows it in any other way besides the invitation he barely mustered the courage to extend towards The Joker’s Ghost Driver.

*************

9:03pm

“Oh, it’s starting!” you excitedly nibble on your Alfredo pasta.

The first fireworks bloom in the distance and Frost opens the cooler, pointing out the goodies he salvaged from the liquor store.

“Pick your poison: we have a bottle of premixed margarita, wine, whiskey, tequila and…,” he fumbles around,”…try to contain yourself: water!”

“You definitely bought some of my favorites , including the food. How did you guess?” the bubbly Y/N smiles.

“I pay attention,” Jonny mentions. “So what’s gonna be?”

“Margarita please,” you hold the plastic cup and can’t help snickering as he pours the liquid.

“What?” he suspiciously bites on his cheek.

“Nothing really… I was imagining you without the beard,” you decide not to keep it a secret.

“Damn!” Frost snorts. “I had it for years; didn’t consider shaving because our employer would freak out. Stop giggling, it’s not funny! He totally would!” Jonny elbows you.

“I bet you have a baby face underneath all that facial hair; if you shave I can promise a new nickname will arise: Baby- Face Frost.”

“Shut up!” he chuckles at your quirky proposal. “Yet I can’t deny it has a certain ring to it.”

“See what I mean? It might work!... Oh my God, that’s a huge one!” you gasp, distracted by the sparkling night sky. “What are they celebrating? 150 years since this piece of crap town was founded?”

“Apparently,” Jonny sighs and watches Y/N bundle up in the sleeping bag.

“Thank you for the feast,” your tone changes to a serious one. “I didn’t have this much fun in the back of a truck in a long time. Go ahead, laugh!” you pout at his reaction. “I’m aware how it sounds like; I didn’t mean it that way!!!”

“Still funny as hell!” Jonny is getting a kick out of the conversation.

“Psst! Hey, Casanova!” The Joker’s mop of green hair pop up from behind the car’s high railing.

“Mister Joker!” you get startled by his unexpected presence.

“Boss, what are you doing here?” Frost utters in disbelief.

“Why aren’t you answering your phone, huh?” J ignores his henchman’s inquiry.

“It’s in the glove compartment, sir. I’m enjoying the…”

“Pardon me for interrupting your date,” The King of Gotham huffs.

“We’re not on a date,” the attempted explanation gets cut short.

“Sell it to whoever wants to buy it,” The Joker growls at Jonny’s words. “I had to follow the signal from your cell and trace your location; what a marvelous bonus to find my Turbo also!”

The eerie grin makes you finally speak up:

“Do you need help with anything Mister J?”

“Do I?” he plays dumb. “Probably.”

Why does he have to ruin the night? Frost reflects, annoyed.

Nobody knows, but if he could spend ages in your company, he believes it would be an eternity well spent.

And The Joker had to ruin it.

Goddammit!

“Can you patch me up?” J takes of his jacket, revealing a blood stained shirt.

“What happened?” you and Jonny jump off the vehicle.

“I got myself in a little bit of a situation,” he grumbles. “It’s a clean wound; the bullet came out on the other side.”

“We should take you to the doctor, boos; you need stitches!”

“Thanks for your concern, Doctor Frost,” The Joker sassily remarks. “I’ll go in the morning. I have more important matters to take care of tonight.”

You peel off his garment and assess the damage; he can’t hold it in:

“I bet you wanted to do this after I texted you my nudes, huh?”

You have to admit he caught you by surprise with his statement and the best solution in this situation is to cooperate:

“Been dreaming about it quite often.”

“Ha! I knew it!” The Clown cracks up. “Were you dreaming about it during your date?” he teases more.

“We’re not on a date,” you frown at the blood gushing from his wound.

“Interesting,” J expands on the subject. “At least you two have one thing in common: you’re both delusional.”

Frost rolls his eyes without J noticing and you signal him:

“Can I please get the whiskey? I need to disinfect this.”

“You have whiskey on your date?! Excuse me, non-date,” his majesty’s obnoxious temper emerges again.

You don’t engage for the moment, just open the bottle that Jonny gave you and splash a generous amount on the laceration.

“Jesus Christ!!!” The King shouts. “Be gentle woman, I’m fragile!!!”

“Sorry Mister J,” you mutter and Frost is certainly approving your tiny revenge scheme. “Can you please turn on the lights on your car? It’s getting dark and I can’t see what I’m doing,” you address The Joker’s sidekick. “Do you have a first aid kit in your vehicle Mister J?” you gesture towards his SUV parked a few feet away.

“I should,” a demented smirk flourished on his lips. “In the trunk!”

“Take a seat in the grass Mister J; I’ll go get it,” you urge the patient.

“Boss, are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the doctor?” Frost offers and instead of obliging your request, J pursues your steps because he doesn’t want to miss Turbo’s reaction.

“It’s fine, I’ll survive until morning time.”

You lift the trunk and gasp, stunned: your stellar ex-husband is tied up in there, duct tape over his mouth, clearly enjoying the repercussions of a confrontation due to bruises you can discern at a first glance.

“Oops, forgot about him,” The Clown yawns, bored.

Adam starts wiggling and mumbling whilst you can’t react.

“The fucker shot me!” your employer hisses. “Had the nerve to try killing me when he’s the one sleeping with MY girlfriend!”

“What’s the plan, sir?” Jonny intervenes, worried at your stunned attitude.

“The plan is simple: since Y/N is intimately acquainted with our guest, I’m willing to work out a deal. I don’t wanna to be accused of not listening to my associates.”

Adam keeps struggling and you finally reach and remove the duct tape.

“Honey, honey please!” he immediately rambles on, panicked. “You know I was joking about your weight, right? You don’t have to lose a few pounds! I admit locking you up in the basement was a huge mistake, ok? OK…? I’m sorry! I swear I’ll never cheat on you in the future. We can work things out, can’t we?” a glimmer of hope alleviates the somber perspective of his imminent demise once you begin searching his pockets.

He has the false impression you’ll untie him when in the matter of fact you are hunting down for his house keys so you can reclaim all the items you bribed him with when he signed the divorce papers.

Bingo! Treasure attained.

“So do you know him or not?” The Joker taps his fingers on the cold metal of his gun.

You take a deep breath, place the duct tape on Adam’s lips and sneer:

“I never saw this asshole in my life!”

“The lady has spoken!” J slams the trunk, unnerved. “Frost, you can go home; Y/N will take me to the warehouse on 8th street: she can borrow a car from there and split. I’ll send someone in the morning to bring it back.”

“Boss, we can leave your SUV here and I can drive you both…”

“DID I STUTTER?” The Clown growls, unhappy with Jonny’s shenanigans.

“No sir.”

“Mister J,” you distract his menacing temper. “Do you want me to bandage your injury now?”

“Nah, you can do it at the warehouse.”

More fireworks illuminate the skies and none in the small group is watching them anymore: the show is over for everyone involved.

You wave at Frost and hop in The Joker’s car as he positions himself in the passenger’s seat; you can tell something is off, besides the obvious of course.

If you’d have to speculate, you would say that his behavior is of a man who wasn’t hurt just physically, but on a different level he doesn’t understand yet: J went after your ex-husband alone when he doesn’t take unnecessary risks; enough proof to indicate he loved Ella and sought revenge for her betrayal without any of his team’s help.

You wonder what he did to the woman: did he kill her? Or worse?... You won’t dig to find out regardless.

The truth is you are The Joker’s Turbo and the statement works in reverse too: he is your Joker who undeniably needs cheering.

And you always deliver. That’s why you’re his.

That’s why you appreciate he made an effort to compromise on Adam’s predicament even if he didn’t mean it.

You steadily drive on the trail until you arrive to the main road, then suddenly accelerate with a specific purpose in mind. You take a sharp turn on Morrison Avenue, already at 100 miles per hour.

“What are you doing?” J bitterly enunciates.

“Why am I your Ghost Driver Mister Joker?” you reply with a question.

“Nobody can catch up with you.”

“Yup, the car to catch up with me hasn’t been assembled. Here they are, Gotham’s finest!” Y/N boasts at the lights glistening behind. “They always have a nightly patrol on Morrison Avenue ready to catch law un-abiding citizens,” you exclaim and J’s smirk widens at your proposition. “What do you say we make them work for their donuts, hm?”

“That’s my girl!” The King gives his blessing while Turbo speeds up the street in a frenzy.

************

11:58 pm

You barely returned to you apartment after the random factors which cut your rendezvous short when the cell chimes: a message from Frost.

“Did you make it home safe?”

“Yes,” you text.

“I’ve been busy. Wait, I’ll send you a picture.”

Downloading picture…

“Holy… shit!!!!!” you yell at your phone because the image depicts a portrait of a freshly shaved Jonny Frost.

“Do you like it?” the sentence appears on the screen concomitant with a knock at the main entrance.

“Who is it?” you drag your feet on the carpet.

“Me.”

As soon as you are standing in front of him, Frost hides his nervousness the best way he can; and he’s not a nervous individual per se.

“I thought you might want to take a closer look…,” he enters the hallway and you slowly lock the door behind him.

You don’t say anything, just touch his face and he pecks your wrist, confessing a secret he kept bottled up for years:

“Do you know I’ve been in love with you from the first second I saw you?”

Y/N doesn’t have to calculate in order to whisper:

“That’s a long time.”

“What’s the verdict?...“ Jonny insists. “You approve the change?”

“Yes,” you kiss him and he holds you tighter, thinking that if he could spend ages in your arms, it would be an eternity well spent.

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milesheizclub · 4 years

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Ramshackle Head - Chapter One

Before The Mystery Enda

Summary: On a person's 18th birthday, their soulmark changes to the color of what kind of life their soul mate will bring them. What do you do when all you prepare for turns out to be everything you didn't expect?

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Alex is resigned to a life of being mateless, and things have to change.

Un-beta'd, as usual. Oh, and I take requests now!

Word count: 2271

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Another wind-knocking blow to the gut – another sign that maybe it should’ve ended for him last year, and that he shouldn’t have even been around anymore. There was nothing to look forward to, nothing waiting for him. At least that’s what the events of the early morning seemed to mean for him.

Alex walked into school by second period that day, a little more distraught by the earlier discovery than he thought he’d be. He took his usual seat beside Zach’s chair with a tired huff as he plopped down after a half-hearted scolding directed at him once he entered the room and a mumbled apology.

Zach’s obnoxious grin came into his line of vision after a couple of minutes, the boy expecting Alex to humor him and spill. “Happy birthday,” he whispered through his teeth, doing that annoying Z-Man elbow nudge with only the teasing, slinky lilt of his voice. Alex raised his eyebrows in thanks, the straight line of his mouth still firmly intact, and Zach scrunched his face, accepting the challenge.

He dragged his chair right up next to Alex, the feet screeching loudly across the classroom floor, earning more disapproval from Mr. Orman, and Zach explained it off as ‘needing to help Alex.’

“Happy eighteenth birthday…” Zach said, letting the silence do the nudging for him. Alex rolled his eyes in return, less in annoyance than in frustration and absolute hurt. He looked over at Zach’s smiling, expectant face, and he brought his hand to his right jacket sleeve, lifting it up to reveal the very-much-skin-toned design on his wrist. Zach’s eyes grew as he stared at it, and Alex quickly shoved his sleeve back down.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Alex said, heat climbing up his neck to his cheeks, and he started fiddling the edge of his table. The shame had almost consumed him right at that moment, but he’d only let it show through the flush that spread across the skin on his face and the betrayal in his eyes. Zach didn’t dare move or talk, staying only to monitor. It was only when Mr. Orman gave another pointed clearing of his throat that Zach conceded and scooted his chair back to its regular place, but never once breaking from observing his best friend.

Alex didn’t quite understand. He’d heard that it might happen, but everyone had always said that it was so rare – practically unheard of - that he’d never had any reason to second-guess it. The only question anyone ever considered was what color their marks would be once they turned eighteen.

Through the first half of the period, all Alex could do was to ruefully stare at his mark, lightly tracing his finger over the raised skin again and again. If he squinted, he could see the embossed skin twirling around his wrist and creeping up the back of his hand and up his palm like a glove of vines and small, lush leaves. Over the years, he’d imagined it in all different colors, and the kind of lives they would bring with them – the dark purple of wealth and nobility, or the blood red of fire, passion, courage, or the balance and, finally, peace of a hue of green or blue that could finally ease the constant anxiety that had found a home in Alex’ chest. He couldn’t help it.

It was actually never something that he looked forward to until recently. It had never been something he even particularly wanted. He almost loathed it – the idea of being predestined, of belonging to someone or someone belonging to him, no choice, rhyme, or reason. But after everything that happened within the past couple of years, after almost not being here for this day, it’d been something to hold on to, maybe even look forward to.

Alas, no dice.

Alex hadn’t noticed at first when his hands started to tense, but his fingernails began to dig harder into his mark, and he’d shaken himself out of his trance long enough to stop before breaking skin. He stared at the portions of his wrist where flat met raised and the dashes of dipped skin that were made from his insistent nails which caused violent itches and made Alex want to reach and scratch. The tenseness transferred to tight, tight grips on the sides of his table, knuckles turning a dangerous pale, beads of steaming sweat trekking from his scalp down to his temples, red hot cheeks, grinding gritted teeth, blown out beady pupils and eyes getting drier by the second but he couldn’t seem to blink them shut. He whipped his head with raised eyebrows to Zach, whose attention was caught immediately by the sudden movement, and Zach, momentarily paralyzed by the look of complete terror on his friend’s face, shot his hand straight into the air and shouted at their teacher.

“Mr. Orman,” he rushed, “Alex is a fucking tomato, and I’m taking him to the nurse’s office.” Tears begun to spring in Alex’ eyes as Zach moved swiftly, commoting and practically knocking his chair over getting both his and Alex’ bags and dragging his friend off of his chair. “Alex you need to come with me, okay?” he said, and Alex could only nod in return, his jaw wired tight, and they made their way through the worried faces of their classmates and out of the room.

The two, of course, did not go to the nurse’s office and instead ran to Zach’s car, They both understood by now that whenever Alex got worked up just like this, he needed someone to be right there for him, but at the same time he needed to be left alone. It hadn’t happened in a while, but their procedure was complete muscle memory at that point – Alex in the passenger’s seat and the speakers playing Alex’ current flavor of the month, Zach simply keeping his cool in the driver’s seat while waiting for the attack to subside and for Alex to calm down.

Alex reached to turn the music off a few minutes later, feeling too low and proceeding to recline his seat, his head suddenly feather light and his body fighting the urge to take a quick nap.

“To be honest,” Zach said, reclining his chair along with him, “I didn’t think you’d be so affected by something like this.”

“I didn’t think I would be either,” Alex replied. He sighed and gave the car door beside him a weak punch and started thumping out a soft rhythm against the leather padding.

“But I guess I’m more shocked that this even happened,” Zack continued, “like… what the fuck is that about? Like what does it even mean?”

“It means they’re probably dead already. Or they aren’t even born yet. But most likely dead.” Alex flashed back to earlier that day, to his parents with him at the dining table in the dark of the morning, readied with an ice pack and a stress ball, the excitement and anticipation in their faces slowly turning to confusion and disbelief when the burning sensation his mom always warned him about never came and the wait for his mark to reveal its color turned fruitless. They’d been optimistic – convincing themselves that the time on Alex’ birth certificate had been off, and that maybe they were off for as much as half an hour.

No one knew quite what to do other than wait, and Alex finally decided to call it a night and left for bed with a broken voice, the most dejected his parents had seen him in almost two years. And as much as he tried, Alex had not gone to sleep, the dark feeling in the pit of his chest pushing him down a Reddit thread spiral of memoirs, personal accounts, and support groups by people whose marks had never turned and whose soul mates they’d never met. The more he scrolled through the stories, the sweatier his fingertips while swiping at his phone screen which grew increasingly hot with relentless use, the colder his blood turned.

“Fuck, I have no idea what to say,” Zach said with a sigh and a slide of his fingers through his hair. “It can’t be some kind of fluke, right? Like maybe all this time we got your birthday wrong and it’s actually next year? Or maybe this really is the color of your mark! Has it ever just been bone white before? I mean it could happen, right? Or what if it’s some kind of weird Mayan thing like how they got 2012 wrong or whatev-“

“Stop, please,” Alex said, defeated. Zach huffed and brought his seat back up, wanting to say more, but ultimately giving Alex his time. “You know those points in your life when you tell yourself, ‘well this might as well happen?’” His lips curled up with a menace. It was an expression Zach had been all too familiar with, and it never failed to scare him, knowing what Alex was capable of doing, to others, sure, but mostly to himself. “I’m just trying to keep myself the fuck together and make my peace with this.”

Zach looked on at him in pity, Alex’ eyes still fixated on the black leather lining of the car’s ceiling, so pristine he could almost make out his reflection on it – that of sad, tired eyes and resignation. But he decided it was better that he couldn’t, tired of looking at himself and determining what else could be different, what about himself should and shouldn’t change.

Alex felt his eyes start to drift closed but he was jolted awake by the sound of a starting car and the gravity beneath him suddenly shifting. He pulled the lever from off to the side and his seat immediately shot up to the sight of Zach driving out of the Liberty High parking lot, and quickly gaining speed.

“Um, what the hell are you doing?” Alex asked, pulling his seatbelt across himself.

“Well, it’s still your eighteenth birthday, Standall, and I sure as hell am not gonna let you drown in all this bullshit that’s happening to you because you’re better than some fucking mark on your wrist and some piece of shit dead person who’s missing out on a great guy. So I’m treating you to the best goddamn burger you’ve ever had in your fucking life, and we’re gonna make today a fucking fantastic day for you, okay?” By the way he impassioned his speech with the steely focus in his eyes, Alex would have thought he was driving 80 miles per hour. But it brought a smile to his face, however small it may have been. “Text Tyler and Charlie, too, tell them to meet us.”

“We can’t just skip class, Zach,” Alex said, grabbing his phone anyway and quickly texting the two.

“We’ll be back by the time lunch ends, I’m not dumb.”

“You’re kind of dumb, let’s be real,” Alex said, chuckling. Zach seemed pleased with this development and eased his pressure on the gas pedal.

He got a reply from Charlie almost instantly with a series of emojis that vaguely resembled affirmation and what Alex presumed to be a joke about Tyler being dragged along on a leash. It sent calm so quickly through Alex’ chest that he could feel his eyelids swiftly start to betray him. Looking forward to it, he finally settled on replying, his lazy fingers having to retype more than once.

“I think soul mates are overrated anyway,” Zach said. “They could’ve just been a waste of time for you, don’t worry Lex.”

I didn’t deserve one anyway, Alex thought. He looked over to where Zach’s hands gripped on the steering wheel and admired the design on Zach’s right wrist, a simple red bracelet of thick, dashed lines. He thought about the amazing person who’d eventually get to share his soul and who that might be. He recalled the one point in his life when he could’ve sworn he knew exactly who it was, and decided he was much too tired at that moment to fight the urge to just admit that –

“You know, for a second there I thought it might be you.”

Zach didn’t respond at first, and Alex leaned back, lowering his backrest once again.

He kept his eyes closed, feeling the slight nausea coming back, not used to being in this position with the motion of the car and the lack of music. He kept his silence again, taking the opportunity to berate himself, not for confessing, but for burdening Zach with the responsibility of having to tread lightly and say the right thing in fear of anything happening. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything,” Alex said. “Please don’t think about it anymore. I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” Zach said without missing a beat.

If Alex had been honest with himself, he’d known all along that it could’ve never been Zach who was meant for him. Zach was much too loyal of a friend, and Alex had only been too lonely. Again, he repeated to himself, he was a burden, a responsibility. And Alex’ truth was that Zach was much too full of life for the decaying shell that Alex had become.

What kind of soul mate was Alex expecting then? Was it someone who would bring him back up from six feet under, someone he’d never accept, for their sake? Or was it someone who was as much of a disaster as him, someone to share the casket? Maybe that’s what the world thought he deserved in this life.

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bittersweet | 20

pairing: stiles stilinski x oc a/n: part 20 y’all! I can’t believe I’ve actually written this far. until bittersweet my longest wip was literally 4 chapters long. thank you so much for loving and supporting my work, you’ve helped me come so far! warnings: swearing, mentions of death and murder. wordcount: 1723

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Stiles

The ride to the Sheriff’s Station was silent. It was a very particular silence that I didn’t know how I felt about. It wasn’t awkward, but not comfortable either. I guess there was just a lot of tension in the air. Or rather a lot of tension between us. Neither of us knew how to resolve it so we just sort of sat there in silence.

I guess just telling her would release some of it, but for some reason, this felt like a very awkward time to do it. Though maybe there wasn’t a non-awkward time to do something like this. I had no idea how to start, and it wasn’t like there existed a handbook of ‘How To Tell Your Former Enemy and Still Not Really Friend That Werewolves Are a Thing’ out there.

My mind was so clouded with thoughts of what had just happened at Marcel’s anyway that I couldn’t concentrate. At the forefront of these thoughts was Colin. What was his deal, really? I wanted to ask Valerie about him, but I knew I shouldn’t. I didn’t even have the right to feel this way. Who was I to barge into her life and start asking questions just because I didn’t like something?

Before I knew it, I was pulling into the parking lot of the Sheriff’s station. Scott and Kira were, of course, there already. When the jeep was all parked and done I rolled down the window and leaned out, cards ready, to talk to them.

“Okay, this one will get you into all of the perimeter doors, this one to the evidence room, and this one’s for my father’s office.”

Scott looked down at the cards and raised his eyebrows. “You didn’t steal this, did you?”

I shook my head. “No. I just cloned them using the RFID emulator.”

“Is that worse than stealing?”

I shrugged. “It’s smarter.”

The, by now, pretty scared looking Kira asked Scott if she could ask him a question and they walked out of earshot, leaving me alone with Valerie again.

“An RFID emulator huh?”

I turned to look at her, not expecting her to speak, much less smirk at me.

“Yeah.”

“That’s pretty impressive, Stilinski. You just gained a good amount of your respect back. Congratulations, you’re no longer in the negative numbers.”

A smile pulled at my lips at Valerie’s callback to the first good moment we shared together. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Just then Scott and Kira returned outside my window.

“Okay. So, now almost everybody’s out dealing with the blackout, but there’s always somebody at the front desk. There’s dispatch and usually a night shifter or two. You guys are gonna use the service door entrance by the dumpster, all right? Nobody uses it. Now, we’ll stay watch and I’ll text you if anyone comes out, but, Scott, if you get caught, I can’t help you. My dad’s under investigation for impeachment, ‘cause of your dad, so, if anything happens I will run and leave you both for dead.”

Kira looked a bit frightened at my bluntness, and her eyes traveled over to Valerie in the passenger seat. Knowing what she was thinking, I decided to shoot down her hopes as quickly as possible.

“Sorry Kira, but she’s in the car with me. I go she goes.”

A snort escaped Valerie’s mouth and she gave Kira an apologetic shrug as if to say ‘what can you do’.

“Got it,” said Scott. “Thanks. Seriously, dude.”

“I’d ask my dad, you know..”

“No, I know. I get it.”

“Alright, just, uh, hurry up.”

Scott and Kira nodded before setting foot for the service entrance, and just like that, the tension in the air was back. It felt sad to counter the fleeting nice moment we’d just had with something this tragic, but I knew it had to be done.

“So I guess this is when I tell you everything,” I said quietly, keeping my eyes on the steering wheel.

“I guess it is.”

I took a deep sigh to gather my thoughts. So my had happened lately that I didn’t know where to begin. I figured it was best to start at the beginning, just to give some background info, then go onto what I wanted to clear up most.

“Scott is a werewolf.” I gathered enough courage to look over at Valerie to gauge her reaction, but there wasn’t much to see. She didn’t seem all that surprised, which was understandable. Her brain had probably made that conclusion a while ago, she just needed someone to confirm it.

“So was Erica, and Boyd. So is Isaac, and so are Ethan and Aiden.”

Nothing changed in Valerie’s expression, she just kept her steady gaze straight ahead, barely even blinking. Her face was extremely tense, probably from the strain of keeping all of her emotions inside.

“You know Derek Hale?” Valerie gave a very small nod, like she was afraid she was going to break if she moved too much. “Erica, Isaac, and Boyd used to be part of his pack.” I threw in a quick explanation of alphas, betas, and omegas. “Now Isaac has shifted alliances to our pack.”

I took a deep breath once again as I finally arrived at the thing I wanted to clear up most. But it was also the part that would be the hardest for her to hear – yet I knew that she needed to know the truth.

“The reason I told Ethan to stay away from you, is because he and Aiden used to be a part of this pack of just alphas. Really evil alphas. It was they who killed Erica... and later Boyd.”

Valerie fought hard to keep her neutral expression, her jaw clenching even harder as she forced the tears to remain in her eyes, not willing to let them fall down.

I gave her a minute to think about the information she’d just learned, before I went on to explain how Lydia was a banshee and what had happened with Allison and her family of hunters.

Once I was finished, I settled back in my seat and let the silence wash over us once again. I kept my eyes on my hands as I played with my keys, trying to give her as much privacy as possible, when I noticed that key I didn’t recognize once again. My eyes narrowed as I held it up, examining it closely, trying to figure out where it came from. But alas, I was prevented from doing so again when a sudden light blinded my eyes.

I looked out the front window and my gaze settled on the car that had just pulled into the parking lot. My eyes widened when I saw who the driver was. Agent McCall.

“Ah, hell,” I muttered, reaching into my pocket for my phone. In the corner of my eye, I could see that my words had alerted Valerie to the situation. When my phone was in my hands I typed a text to Scott as quickly as possible.

“Come on, Scott,” I muttered, eyes shifting between my phone-screen and Agent McCall, who had stepped out of his car and was making his way towards the station. Scott still hadn’t seen the text.

Fuck it, I thought as I shoved my phone back in my pocket and placed my hand on the door handle. “I’m so going to regret this.”

I pulled the door handle down, but before I could open it a firm hand was placed on my shoulder.

“No,” said Valerie strictly. “You can’t get your dad in trouble. Wait here, I’ll handle it.” With that said she stepped out of the jeep and hurried down the street. Before she disappeared out of sight, she cast me one final warning glance as an extra precaution to make sure I wouldn’t follow her.

Thinking it was in my best interest to do as she said, I leaned back in my seat, tapping my fingers on my leg, waiting for her to return.

After a while (I couldn’t tell you how long it took even if I tried) Valerie walked out of the Sheriff’s Station, and I hurried out of the jeep to meet her.

“How’d it go? What happened?”

She stopped in front of me, running a hand through her hair and casting a quick glance back at the Station. “Good, I think. I distracted him for as long as I could. I’m pretty sure I bought them enough time.” Her eyes met mine and suddenly I found myself looking away from her. My hand flew up to scratch the back of my head as I pretended to look for Scott and Kira while wondering why the hell I felt so awkward around her all of a sudden.

“Stilinski.”

The call of my last name made me look at her again, mainly because of how soft her voice was when she said it. I found myself being trapped in her beautiful eyes again, as if the faint blue flames were hypnotizing me. Valerie’s stare on me got heavier as well, and the tension in the air shifted immensely, only I didn’t know to what.

Valerie’s mouth fell open, but only a faint sound could escape before she was cut off by the sound of footsteps. She turned her head to Scott and Kira who were running toward us, and just like that, our moment was broken.

“We did it,” said Scott, grinning. “All the pics are deleted.”

“God that was awesome!” exclaimed Kira, bouncing around as she was still high on the adrenaline rush from breaking into the Sheriff’s Station. “I mean, terrifying, completely terrifying, but – kind of awesome. I’ve never done anything like that before. Have you?”

Scott’s mouth opened, and we exchanged a glance, wondering how exactly to answer that question.

“Yeah, once or twice,” I said.

Kira nodded, exchanging a look with Valerie and looking impressed.

“So I guess I should take you home,” said Scott, turning to Kira.

Kira’s face fell a bit, but she nodded, and she and Scott walked towards his bike.

Valerie turned to me, a look on her face very similar to Kira’s and said, “I’d rather you just take me back to Marcel’s.”

“Actually – would you wanna go to a party?”

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et-lesailes · 5 years

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nerves

pairing: steve rogers x reader

themes: fluffy fluff

word count: 1600

summary: you and steve rogers go on a date to the movies, and you pray to god that your nerves and rambling don’t scare him away-- by the end of the night, though, you realize you have nothing to worry about.

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You bit your lip as you looked at yourself in the mirror, wondering for the hundredth time that day if you were mentally insane for having agreed to this. A date with Steve Rogers? Captain America? Sure, you work at S.H.I.E.L.D so it’s not too far of a stretch, but never in a million years would you expect to be Steve’s type.

It was not that you were insecure; you felt fairly comfortable with who you were as a person, despite your somewhat awkward tendencies and your habit of rambling. You couldn’t help it. You loved to learn, and when you would discover something new, you’d find yourself unable to stop talking about it. You had been a straight A student all throughout high school, college, and graduate school because of this, and while some teased you for it, you were still perfectly content with your achievements. Still, you never imagined Steve would take such a liking to your somewhat quirky personality, or at least enough of one to ask you on a date.

You would be lying if you said you did not find him attractive. Not that this was unusual; who didn’t find him attractive-- not only did he have the looks of a Greek god, he was a god damn superhero-- loyal, courageous, passionate, kind… you could go on forever. Since the day you met him, you had assumed he had a girlfriend, maybe even a wife. You knew about his past situation with Peggy, but years had passed; surely he would have found someone, right?

But the super soldier never seemed to take much interest in dating-- until he asked you out, anyways, and that brought you to where you were now, brushing your hair for the tenth time in somewhat of an internal panic knowing he would be at the doorstep of your apartment any moment now. The doorbell rang as if on cue and you practically squeaked, then cleared your throat and ran your hands through your dress. Spritzing yourself one last time with some perfume, you took your purse and made your way to the door, trying to calm your nerves as you opened it.

You should have been used to how ridiculously handsome he was by now, but he still managed to practically take your breath away as he stood there with a charming smile on his face, dressed in a nice leather jacket over a form fitting T-shirt paired with dark denim jeans. “Wow,” he breathed out, his blue hues taking in your appearance. “You look incredible."

"Thank you," you said a little too fast, then bit your lip. "You look great, too. I like your jacket. You ride a motorcycle, don't you? Because leather jackets are actually usually worn for safety by motorcyclists than just for style. But I guess you probably know that since.. you ride a motorcycle..." you slowly trailed off, wondering if you had screwed it all up; was he ready to turn around and go back home? Instead, he was simply beaming down at you, an amused chuckle escaping his lips. "Well, then maybe I should have brought a leather jacket for you too, because we're actually taking my motorcycle tonight. That's okay with you, right?"

"Y-your motorcycle? Oh, of course that's okay, I've always wanted to ride one," you admitted, slowly smiling a little more excited. "I mean, I'm also a little scared of them, but they also look really fun..." He grinned fondly and held out his arm for you, tilting his head. "Well then, you'll just have to hold onto me real tight, won't you? Don't worry. I'm a good driver, you'll be safe."

"And, I mean, you're also Captain America, so I'm really not that worried," you said with a little semi-nervous giggle, taking hold of his arm and letting him lead you to the bike parked in the driveway. He laughed his hearty rumble of a laugh, the mere noise in itself already making you feel warm and secure with him by your side. He helped you put a helmet on before getting onto the bike and you somewhat shyly held his waist, but with a playful yank, he encouraged you to wrap your arms more properly around him. "There we go. Much better. Feel free to rest your head on my shoulder too, if you need to." He said, turning to you with a charming wink before looking to the road again, starting the motorcycle and speeding out of the driveway and to the movie theater, eliciting a little excited squeal from your lips as he gained speed.

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The rest of the night went by wonderfully, despite how nervous you were the entire time. It was nothing against him; he was a wonderful and charming date, and you felt comfortable and safe with him-- you were simply naturally full of nerves, never having been quite used to the dating scene. Thankfully a movie date meant less opportunities to embarrass yourself (at least verbally), and so you had felt a little more at ease when you two settled into the cozy reclining seats with popcorn to share, the handsome soldier having even bought your favorite candy for you-- Reese's cups. Throughout the beginning of the movie, he would sometimes reach over and squeeze your hand, holding it for a few moments at a time. By the end, however, he simply had his arm around you, and you had decided that you had blacked out for the second half of the movie considering all you could focus on was the lovely scent of his cologne and how secure you felt wrapped in his firm yet caring hold. For the millionth time that night, you had silently thanked God that you were not required to talk during this date, because you knew you would have only found a way to scare him off.

Before long, the two of you were back at your apartment door, both of you clearly lingering not wanting the night to end so fast. "Did you have a good time?" he murmured lowly with a smile as he gazed down at you, and you immediately nodded. “It was great, Steve. Thank you so much.” He chuckled softly and shook his head, reaching out to squeeze your hand. “You don't need to thank me. I had fun. And… I’m hoping there’ll be a second date?” he asked, looking at you with puppy dog eyes, a hopeful smile crossing his lips. “R-really? I mean, of course, I’d love that!” you agreed happily, barely chewing on your lower lip. “Awesome. But this time, I want to go somewhere where we can talk. I want to know you, I want to hear your voice…. I want to listen to all those random yet somehow insanely interesting facts you know.” He added with a little grin, immediately making you blush, though you couldn’t help but smile slightly. “Well, the good thing about a movie date is that you can at least avoid autistic friendliness in conversation-- nothing to do with autism, by the way; it’s a signature first date problem, really, it’s basically when people have a rigid disposition to be friendly towards others, but it can go as far as pretending they like something they know nothing about just to agree with and have something in common with the other person, and then you’re kind of screwed because down the road your partner could find out you completely lied about liking go-kart racing and then--”

You were cut off by Steve’s lips on yours, and you could feel him smiling, only making your heart race even more-- in a good way. You kissed him back with a blush on your face, squeezing his hands as they reached out to hold onto yours.

When he pulled back you bit on your lip, looking up at him and practically squeaking softly with a nervous giggle, “But a date where we could talk to each other and get to know each other would be nice, too.”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead, murmuring lowly, “You are so adorable. I’m so glad I finally worked up the nerve to ask you out, sweetheart.” You couldn’t even believe he was the one who had been nervous about this; what could a man like him possibly have to be nervous about? You supposed that was unfair to think of him; he was a human being too, just like anyone else, and it wasn’t right to simply think of him as some invincible super soldier.

Before you knew it, you found yourself standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss, unsure what had gotten into you; never in your life had you made the first move, but with him, you felt like it was right. He was clearly surprised, blinking when you pulled back though wore a wide smile on his face; meanwhile, you immediately unlocked your door and slipped inside as if running away from the scene, though poked your head out. “Goodnight, Steve. Thank you again.”

He grinned with fondness as he stared at you, nodding his head. “Goodnight, sweetheart. I’ll call you soon for date number two, and if you don’t answer, I’ll hunt you down at work, got it?” he teased with a smirk, giving you a little salute before turning around, heading for his motorcycle. You waved him off, a genuine smile on your lips as you felt the butterflies in your stomach finally calm themselves down, though the warm and fuzzy feeling still lingered.

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vivxwrites · 5 years

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Happy Birthday

*not my gif*

Word Count: 1949

Summary: Takes place in a modern au where reader is nat’s daughter. Wanda takes reader on both of their first dates for her birthday!

Warnings: Pure floof and zero angst, hell yeah! Scary Nat

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Adopted Daughter!Reader

A/N: Happy belated birthday to @xxxtwilightaxelxxx !!! This is the fluffiest most cutest thing I've ever written so read with caution!!

Wanda smoothed down the bumps in her red leather jacket nervously and fiddled with her fingers before finally gaining the courage to ring the doorbell. She stood and shifted from side to side as she waited for the door to open, admiring the perfectly fresh white paint of your door. She was finally going on a date with you. You, who she had a crush for months, the one that kept her up at night with back and forth texts and brightened her mornings with cute, meaningful Skype chats over breakfast.

The door creaked open slowly, interrupting her thoughts and her stomach filled with thousands of butterflies as she caught the first glimpse of the inside of your home.

Your mom stood propped against the wall casually, a knife hanging lowly in her hand because of the vegetables she was slicing moments prior. Wanda’s nerves danced throughout her body, of course she was nervous to meet your mom, you spoke so highly of her all of the time and about how you were so lucky to have been adopted by such a caring person. She agreed and although meeting a significant other’s parent was usually terrifying she couldn’t help but to feel excitement combine with her nerves.

“Good afternoon Ms. Romanoff,” she smiled brightly.

Your mom quirked a brow and looked Wanda up and down “Wendy, is it?”

“It’s Wanda, ma’am.”

“Right,” she drawled, “Wanda.” Natasha casually switched the knife to her other hand, fixing Wanda with a stare that she couldn’t help but fidget nervously under. Wanda’s eyes flicked down to the knife, “So, what are your intentions with my daughter?”

Wanda gulped and chuckled nervously, “I um, want to take her out on a date?” She glanced up at Natasha to see if that was the right thing to say but the hard glare she was met with was answer enough.

Her chest tightened in fear and panic crept through her system. Natasha clenched her jaw and raised an eyebrow, “Just to be clear, you want to take her on just one date?”

Wanda shook her head furiously, “No,” she sighed and bit her lip dreamily, “I really like (Y/N) and I’d love to take her on all the dates if that’s what she wants.” Natasha gave her a pointed look and Wanda read the message loud and clear, “With your permission of course.”

Natasha smiled in approval, satisfied with her work. “(Y/N) should be down in a few minutes. You can just have a seat wherever while you wait.”

Wanda nodded timidly and sat on your couch, her back ramrod straight and her hands folded in an effort to impress your mom, who had gone back to chopping vegetables. Natasha called out to Wanda one last time over her shoulder, “Oh and Wanda? (Y/N)’s really shy and quiet and this is her first date,” Nat paused, “Would you just…please be careful with her?”

Wanda’s heart felt lighter in her chest at your mother’s statement, “Of course Ms. Romanoff!” She went quiet before adding, “If it makes you feel better, this is my first date as well.”

Natasha nodded and let a grateful smile play at her lips. “It does, thanks.” She paused again, “Natasha.” At Wanda’s confused glance she expanded on her answer, “For future use.”

Wanda grinned widely at the approval to call your mom by her first name. She couldn’t help but feel that she had passed whatever secret test your mom had conducted.

The two fell into a comfortable silence as they waited for you to make an appearance and Wanda’s nervousness increased tenfold. She ran through the list of things she was supposed to pack into her car and paused as the list brought her to your birthday gift. She had packed it right? She was completely and utterly screwed if she didn’t have it and she cursed herself for even allowing the possibility of it being left at home.

Her inner panic was interrupted by your quiet, familiar footsteps on the stairwell above her and when she looked up her breath was taken away.

You were walking slowly and carefully down the steps, a flowy sundress billowing behind you and a shy smile pressed on your gorgeous face. You looked amazing and she was completely awestruck, her jaw visibly dropping and her throat automatically drying up.

You had a coy smile on your lips as you made your way down the stairs and once you made it to the first floor you were intercepted in a giant hug from your mom.

“Malyutka,” she breathed, “look how beautiful you are.” Natasha’s eyes grew misty at the sight of you about to head out on your first state and she idly wondered where the years had gone.

“Mom!” You whined and squirmed in her grasp and she let out a watery chuckle in response. You sent a furtive glance to Wanda and whispered so only your mom could hear, “We talked about this!”

She smiled softly at you through the tears in the corners of her eyes and gave you one last squeeze before releasing you.

You approached Wanda on the couch and looked up at her through your lashes, “Hi Wanda.”

She swallowed and flashed a wide shaky grin at you, “Hey (Y/N).”

The two of you stood staring at each other for a good minute or two, trapped in some sort of trance due to your shared nerves. Wanda cleared her throat, “Happy Birthday. You, um, you look beautiful.” She stuttered through the last part of her statement and blushed as she finished.

A soft smile grew on her face at the sight of your beat red blushing face, you looked adorable.

You looked down at your feet in an attempt to hide your blush, “Thank you,” you said quietly, “You look really pretty too.”

Wanda’s own blush deepened at your statement and she scuffed her shoes against the ground nervously. “Are you ready to go?”

You nodded and exchanged goodbyes with your mom, Wanda following suit.

When the door finally clicked shut and she was alone in her own home Nat wiped her tears away and sniffled, “My baby’s all grown up.”

When the two of you arrived to her car she ran over to the passenger side and opened the door for you, a lopsided grin on her face. You ducked your head bashfully, “My, my,” you teased, “Chivalry isn’t dead.”

Wanda’s grin grew at your statement and she made her way to the driver’s seat.

When the two of you were finally situated she started the car and began to drive, “Your mom is really scary.”

“What? No she’s not.” You gave Wanda an incredulous, baffled look at her statement.

“She interrogated me before you came down stairs.” Wanda’s eyes remained on the road while she spoke, their blue-green color focusing on the road to safely get the two of you to the destination.

Your eyes widened and you felt a blush creep up your neck, “I’m sorry about her, she’s just protective of me. I’ll tell her not to do it again.”

“No!” You flinched at Wanda’s sudden exclamation and raised your eyebrows at her, “No, don’t tell her I told you,” she laughed nervously, “Looking back at it it’s actually pretty funny.”

You gave her a weird look but agreed anyway, “Sure, Wan. If that’s what you want.” She bit her lip excitedly at the use of a nickname, “Where are we going?”

Her eyes twinkled mischievously, “It’s a surprise.”

That little minx, you were positive that she knew you hated surprises and you let loose a groan, “Noooo,” she giggled and you pouted, “I wanna know.”

She shook her head and stopped at the red light, turning to face you. She booped your nose gently, “Nope!”

“Your insufferable.” You whined and she cackled evilly.

Wanda pulled her car into a space along the side of the quiet park and you gasped at the location, “Wanda Maximoff! You did not bring me to a park for our first date did you?”

She smirked, she definitely knew your hate of cliches and yet here you were anyway. “Oh I did, I even packed a picnic for us.”

You gave her an annoyed look and she laughed loudly. You shoved her shoulder and she grinned and got out of the car, opening the trunk to retrieve her blanket and picnic basket.

You joined her by the trunk and she shifted the weight of the basket to one hand, leaving you to admire the subtle muscles of her forearm. She surprised you by reaching over and lacing your fingers through hers and at your shocked look threw you a quick wink, to which you blushed heavily.

The two of you walked together down the winding path and talked about anything and everything as you went. When you reached a clearing Wanda pulled you over to a spot and laid her blanket on the grass, setting her basket in the center to keep the blanket from sailing away in the wind. You both sat next to each other and you nervously shifted so that you were facing her direction.

You continued to talk, this time about your shared passion for reading when you felt the cold draft of the wind on your bare shoulders and shivered visibly.

Wanda gave you a look of concern until an idea popped into her head and she smiled inwardly, pulling her jacket off of her own shoulders and wrapping it around yours. You tried to protest and she cut you off with a finger to your lips and a confident, “I insist.”

You blushed for what must have been the thousandth time and she found that she loved the way the jacket looked on you paired with the red of your cheeks.

When you spoke you had her full attention, the quiet melodic tone of your voice soothing her, “You know it’s really nice, being able to spend my birthday with you. It’s usually just my mom and I and every year my mind drifts to what it would be like to spend it with someone who is special to me in every way.”

Wanda looked at you like you had hung the moon and the stars in the sky and you faltered under her intense gaze. She gave you the softest smile and you could see the happiness in her eyes. You returned the gesture and she squeezed your hand lovingly. “I know you told me not to…” you bit your lip, here it comes, “but I got you a gift anyway.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Well let’s see it then Maximoff.”

Her lopsided grin made its second appearance and she reached into her basket to reveal a small gift bag. She handed it to you with a meek smile on her features and chewed on her bottom lip anxiously.

You carefully pulled the tissue paper out and gasped at what sat in the bottom of the bag. It was a black box and by its dimensions alone you could tell that a necklace sat inside. You daintily opened the box and grinned at the sight of the necklace. It had a silver chain and on the end sat a shiny gem, which you recognized to be your birthstone. It was gorgeous and took your breath away and you knew that you would treasure it forever, and with it, the memories of Wanda. You gave her the biggest smile you could manage and leaned over to press a sweet kiss to her cheek, a promise to her and a confident reassurance of more to come.

Malyutka- little one

A/N: Hi all, I’m going to write GA part 6 next and then get back to work on requests. Also, I’ve decided that TonyNat thing can wait because I don’t want to have to delay your requests for even longer. It’s not really fair of me :)

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