#also i totally hadn't watched the show before but it had been on my list of things to watch for a long time

[moumouton4]

Voyeurism || L Lawliet + Light Yagami x fem!reader

A/n : Prompt 11 of the Smutember 2023 ( Well this is a test because if you know me I've never written something like this ) Also thank you so much for the anon who gave me this idea ! I can tag you if you want just let me know in the comments 😙

The list of promps is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : voyeurism, masturbation, rough sex, exhibitionism ?, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

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Word count : 893

L had always been known for his concentration when he set out to solve an investigation that no one else could answer. In fact, he was recently called upon to help solve a number of unexplained deaths in Tokyo. He had found his main suspect in Light Yagami, a brilliant young man who undoubtedly had the necessary intelligence to achieve whatever he set out to do.

L was well aware of this, and so decided to handcuff himself to the other young man. However, the latter had asked to regain his autonomy for a week, because according to him, his girlfriend was coming to visit him. L was suspicious at first, as he hadn't had any information about this famous Y/n L/n his suspect was talking about. At first, he refused, too skeptical, but finally, on the day you came to the meeting point and after a long body search, you were allowed to enter the HQ and Light was released from his restraints.

However, L hadn't said his last word, and so he asked for cameras A-B-S-O-L-U-T-E-L-Y everywhere, so that no plot could be hatched while he couldn't physically watch Light. To organize himself, the detective opened the surveillance videos on one screen and the files he was studying as part of his investigation on another. The day itself had passed without a hitch.

When night came, however, things took a completely different turn. Although you and Light were not sleeping in the same room, L, still awake at this late hour, became aware of the suspicious movement. Just as he was about to alert one of his colleagues, however, something unexpected happened. He saw you on the surveillance screens, throwing yourself at Light, who kissed you and began to strip off your clothes in the process. Throwing you bare before the men's eyes. Except that one was supposed to see and the other not at all.

In no time at all, all your clothes flew to the four corners of the room, before intertwining on the fresh sheets. L was well aware that you weren't going to do anything wrong that might hinder the investigation in this situation, and especially that he may not be supposed to witness the sexual frolics of two young adults. But one thing prevented him from looking away from the live video. He who was only interested in investigations and sweets found himself totally obnubilated by Light's manner, exerting all his dominance over you, pinning you against the bed as he quickly railed into you, as if he knew that here anyone could come and disturb you at any moment ( no, Light didn't ask you to come and break L's concentration )

The raven-haired young man tried as hard as he could not to look at the obscene scene unfolding before his eyes, but no matter what he did, his gaze always ended up returning to the forbidden content. He even found himself thinking what a pity it was not to have added sound to it, he couldn't help imagining the different noises you could make. And just that thought and the images gave him a hard on. Which surprised him, because he'd long thought that this kind of content had no impact on his body.

Though, the heat that began to rise in him showed the real influence your actions had on his hormones, his eyes never taking their eyes off your body, which arching against Light's as he fucked you hard. 

Without having to reach any further, he witnessed this intimate moment of two lovers cumming, bodies clinging to each other as you both shook with ecstasy. It was only after the two of you had calmed down in the video that L came out of his trance like state, realizing that his hand was tightly gripping his hardened member through the softness of his pants. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, but he couldn't help but wonder if it would happen again. He knew it was wrong, yet he couldn't help doing a little math in his head : on average, young adults have sex 3 times a week. He couldn't wait.

Maybe it was the thrill of the new place or the excitement of the investigation, but during that week you'd have sex once a day. And each single time, L was there to watch Light pound into your pussy. He wondered how tight you were, but seeing the look on his suspect's face almost made him want to leave his office and go to your room.

From the third day onwards, he began to masturbate as he followed your lovemaking, something he'd never had the idea or the desire to do before. And when he saw you talking or walking in the corridors, his big black eyes followed your every move as if he could see through your clothes, and with his photographic memory this was practically the case. When you talked to him he always got hard and his grey pants didn't hide anything, luckily he was sitting down most of the time.

But you and Light weren't as innocent as all that, you knew full well that there were cameras in your room, maybe that's why you did it so many times. This may be the only case L won't be able to solve.

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[jhkfan123]

enchanted-tom blyth | ch. 5

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coffee. with tom. it has to mean something. he asked to "catch up" as if the two of you hadn't talked for hours last night. it was nerve-racking, this feeling. you didn't like it. this feeling that you hadn't felt in such a long time. this feeling that you had to thoroughly pick out your outfit for coffee with a man. this feeling that you had to look your best. your mother had taught you that if a man truly cared about you, he wouldn't mind if you showed up in a t-shirt, or sweats, or both for that matter. if you wanted to dress up, you dressed up for you. that's what she taught you. after giving yourself that silent pep-talk, you felt much more confident as you parked and walked to the coffee shop. the parking in la was brutal, so it was quite a walk to actually make it to the coffee counter. 

when you did, it was no shocker that tom was already there.  he greeted you warmly, getting up to pull out your chair. you made your way out of the line to the table he had held. when you sat down with him, you decided today was not about talking, and more about listening. earlier this morning, you had truly realized how much he asks the questions, and you just answer. today, you were going to ask the questions. 

"so, should we get some coffee?" you asked. he nodded, but stopped you before you could get up. 

"i'll go get it. besides, if we both leave this table, it will be taken in the blink of an eye." you chuckled, and a smile appeared on his face. "anyways, what's your order?" you smiled at his generosity.

"oat milk latte, please." you watched his face become surprised. 

"no way, that's my order!" he explained. you smiled up at him, as he was already standing up, preparing to get in line. "that's crazy. but yes, oat milk latte, coming right up." and he was off. he got into the extensive line, which allowed you time to think. while the coincidence of you two having the same drink was sweet,  and it put a smile on your face, it also got you thinking. this entire time he had asked you the questions. maybe you had more in common with him, but you just didn't know yet, because he hadn't talked about himself. this made it even more obvious that you had to start asking the questions. if you were going to make this work, you had to know him, like, truly know him.  you decided to open up your notes app, and open your 'conversation starters' doc. you had made it so long ago, but it turned out to be useful. they were funny, and really did spark conversation. you had made it in college with your dorm mates, who contributed most of them. 

looking at them, you decided one one that you thought would be good: 'whats the drunkest you've ever been?' you glanced up again, seeing that tom was almost at the front. you adjusted your hair and scrolled on instagram until he finally got back to the table. 

"this better be the best coffee i've ever had for that wait." he said, as he plopped your drink down in front of you. you took a sip of it immediately, burning your tongue.

"ow!" you winced. you saw him get very concerned. 

"what? what?" he looked around. 

"i burned my tongue, dude." you responded. you could not feel your tongue at this point. you aren't sure why you decided to take a drink of the freshly brewed hot coffee, but then again, you weren't totally focused on the coffee. 

"yeah, why did you take a sip when it was just made three seconds ago? also, good to know. i'll let that sit for a while." he placed his cup down on his side. 

"shut up." you responded. you opened the lid to your coffee slightly, so that it would cool any faster. "anyways, i have this list of conversation starters and i've decided to test one out on you." you declared. he seemed to straighten his posture. 

"i feel like i should be scared, but go ahead." he cleared his throat and focused. 

"ok, the first one is: what's the drunkest you've ever been?" you asked. he ponded on it for a moment, most likely recalling all the parties and afterparties he'd been too. 

"ok, so there was this party when i was at college, and i swear the only thing i can tell you about it, was that police did in fact show up, and that's all i can remember, if you understand where I'm going." he answered. you laughed quietly. now it was your turn. your college years weren't really full of 'ragers'. besides, at that point you were multitasking college and an acting career. you really only had graduated two years ago. 

"let me see. the most drunk i've ever been...." you continued to think, and then tom suggested an idea. 

"the afterparty? at the la premier? from the looks of it, that was the drunkest you had ever been." he laughed at himself. but he was right, you weren't prone to passing out. you nodded. 

"that sounds about right." 

"i mean, when you passed out, no one could get you up. I mean, the party ended at like two in the morning, and you still weren't up again. rachel had already left, i was with josh, and we were just like 'what do we even do with you.' we tried to wake you up so you could uber home or something, but you were out." he kept explaining the details of what had gone on that night. people throwing up, the details of the karaoke, and everything you missed, which really was a shame. the party sounded really fun. 

"oh, so you and josh had a part in me waking up in a completely different vicinity than where i started out." you joked. he looked down into his lap, and smiled. 

"i would say i had more than just a part." he said, much quieter, and kind of to himself. 

"what do you mean?" you attempted to clarify. he looked up again, thought for a moment, and slouched back again. 

"who do you think managed to get you all the way home?" he said, a smile still on his face. you felt sick. you couldn't tell if it was a good feeling or a bad one. this man had gotten you into his car somehow, drove to your hotel, managed to find your room key, get you inside, lay you down on the couch, and provide food and water for you? it made you feel so, you weren't sure. no normal person would do that, but a friend would, but a lover would. which is why you couldn't decide what he intended by that. any ride or die friend would do that for you, but is that what you were? no, no it had to be the other option, but you weren't sure. and you definitely did not want to assume one or the other.

"are you joking? that was all..?" 

"yep. someone had to do it. also, you are surprisingly light." oh god. you felt like you were going to throw up. the butterflies in your stomach were worse than ever. 

"are you telling me that you carried me all the way to your car, then to my hotel room?"  you weren't sure what was even going on right now. it was so strange how much he had done for you, yet had barely ever dropped any hints. it was the cutest thing you had ever seen, but you felt insecure in deciding whether or not to assume he liked you, due to the lack of hints. 

you had never felt this mixed in your life. tom nodded in response to your question. 

"i can't believe this. um,  thank you. so much. i don't think anyone else at that party would have done that for me. " you decided to make sure he knew how you felt. 

"yeah. no one else had, like i said. it was me and josh. most people had gone home already." he confirmed. "speaking of parties, i am throwing one in a few days, and i want you there. I'm inviting some people that i think you will like. but just be warned that it's not going to be as formal as rachels." he asked. you didn't want to seem too excited, but you definitely said yes to fast. he then confirmed your invite. 

"so, is rachel going then?" you asked. he had brought up rachel's party, so it seemed appropriate  to ask. to your surprise, he shook his head. 

"no, its not really her thing. just you." he stated. jesus. 

"oh, ok. well, how do you know its my thing?" you made the snarky comment with joking intentions. he smiled.

"i guess we will just have to see." 

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[heyimcelery]

Okay so I watched all of Ninjago Dragons Rising s2p2! I've got so many thoughts and I'm dumping them all here in a long list. SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

to start: Cole!! He's a family man! He's got a boyfriend and they hold hands and they care for their kids and Bonzle so obviously came out to them and omg I wanted to cry. The joy of acceptance. I mean come one she kept saying how alone she felt, they're found family, she was repeating that she chose he town name and identity and the villains were insistent that she wants a person but just a spell like come on

But there's more than that, I have questions I have concerns!! Like wtf happend on Coles quest?? With Sensei Wu??? Like he disappeared and turned up again and said he would explain but never did.

Cole also came back from that in his bolder form so did he figure out he could do it on his own then? Is that what he learned on his quest?? If so it's gonna be a little awkward when he tried to explain that to his bf Geo.

With part 2 I really want to see the whole gang meet them and talk and catch up on everything. Like cole has been missing since the merge and no one this season cared. At all. They hadn't seen him in ages- didn't even know if he was alive until drs1 but nope no worries or concerns. Not even a question of what he was up to.

When he came through the portal Zane wasn't worried or confused at all, just oh? You need some help?? Sure let's beat these bad guys and not worry or show emotions! Is a tearful reunion for my fav character too much to ask?? Cuz he clearly deserves it. :(

And then into both Zane and Coke this season!! Love them!! They've always been my fav duo (gonna have to start shipping geo/Cole/Zane as poly now) it was so fun to see them going around together with Bonzle. They had some great moments and I'm praying we get more in the next part.

On the other hand it was a shame they got such small roles- just seperated from the others as a way to help Bonzle. It means they didn't have the same lessons or knowledge the others got which is totally unfair!! They have a lot to catch up on. They also never got a chance to be part of the main battle

It's dumb but I was kinda hoping for Cole to show off his stronger powers (he always seems to get new powers every other season but that's a discussion for another day). Like sure he could use his robotic mech suit but that's been done before! He can do his boulder thing now (unless somehow he still thinks he can't which means he kept up that form for several days on his quest) and when he made that giant mid hut to protect his family!! I want to see him do that again! Let me man go ape shit to protect Bonzle.

And on another note, Geo my beloved, you should get a chance to shine with your powers. A chance to show off or at least have a talk about them with Cole.

Next up WyldFyre. I was worried they would make her the annoying comic relief cuz if her injury but her talks about losing loved ones and dragon culture and her home were really sweet and it was great to see some development so driven by battles. I love those too don't get me wrong but like I needed to see this side of her. And I adore her relationship with Kai, being besties/mentors/dad for her works so great for both characters.

I will be first to admit that

Kai wasn't really my favourite. If you couldn't tell I love Cole followed by Zane. Always have and likely always will. I suppose that early Kai reminded me too much of some guys form my class and they turned into shitheads and I've always struggled to reconcile Kai's image form theirs. He was always a little too brash, hotheaded, and too often written as stupid to fall into my good graces.

And yet this season I adored him. Of course I've never hated him but like this season made me see what all his fans (many many fans) see in him.

I thought Kai being the first to master such a new, difficult and crucial skill was incredibly satisfying. Form all the way back to season 1 he's been the butt of jokes- having to learn he's not the centre of the universe and sometimes it's others like Lloyd who are the chosen ones. That's all great but him now getting a starting role, his ability being fueled by thoughts of his family, by his childhood and by protecting is friends was just too good to ignore him. Love this form of his character more than any other I've seen.

And now Kai is trapped :(

I'm glad he's got Bonzle with him tho so hopefully they can have each other's backs (she's meant to be a POWERFUL spell after all) they'll need each other if they're trapped with those other 4 guys. If they can apparently demolish everything then I'm rather worried for the duo. Tbh I'm sure they'll survive just fine, probably making jokes at Cole's expense all the while.

On a side note, I found it super cute how WyldFyre was willing to protect and go down with Kai. Besties I'm telling ya

Now Jay. I've never thought too hard about him I know he's one of the favs of the fandom but like Kai I was never so besotted with him. Still a great guy and omg I feel so bad. One of his worst fears was always being alone and now stuck, confused, forced to hide such a fundamental part of himself.

On the other hand he's got a gun now so that's fun!!

And you can't talk about him without mentioning Nya. He worst fears being him forgetting hurts my soul. And she was so sure it could never be true that she snapped out of her nightmare state!! She's going to break when she finds out.

She's already grieving her own brother, we saw her break down into WyldFyre (more proof she's an honorary sibling by now) but now knowing what's happening with Jay, I'm saying the angst is going to be overpowering. It's a greek tragedy fr

Part 2 is going to be rough. Jay only had a single scene but it's already a sign for the worst to come.

Speaking of things being rough, Lloyd is going THROUGH IT!! give this poor guy a break. I do appreciate that we physically get to see the effects of all his trauma- that everything that's happened has real consequences for his character and the story but I can't help but feel bad.

I've also suffered from anxiety for most of my life so to see it in a character like that feels really personal to me. Hope he gets a little break though, god knows he deserves it.

Have to say it's pretty funny that Lloyd's had so much Oni trauma that he forgot that he's part dragon too. Yes ninjas dragons can do spinjitsu why are you surprised at this point

The animation this season has been incredible, the fights were beautiful the angles so interesting and dynamic and I could go on for hours about how much I love it. It's always great when kids -and even animation in general is treated with respect. It doesn't dumb it's ideas and stories and characters for the sake of it's younger audience, and that makes it so much better for me who is definitely out of the age range.

I have my more points to make but I've been adding stuff in and off for ages so I'll probably go through this all later. Thanks for reading, please I want to know your own thoughts too I love discussing that kinda stuff!!

<3

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[fizzingwizard]

personal

My dad's shared a thing on Facebook which is about relationships, and how they aren't all heart eyes and rainbows all the time, and it takes more than just luck to make them last, it takes real commitment and understanding... All good so far.

My problem with it is it lists certain things couples in strong relationships do: compromise, overlook faults, forgive each other, endure problems.

All STILL good with me... if only it took care to mention as well something like "face one's own shortcomings" "divide the load fairly" "make an effort for each other's sake."

I know from watching my parents that just suffering together, because of each other, isn't enough to make a relationship last. Granted, my mom did a lot more of the compromising and overlooking of faults - my dad didn't bend on a lot, and he didn't often have anything to forgive my mom for.

But the thing is, my mom stayed married to him for over 25 years. The last ten, she told me, weren't great. The divorce was coming. However, she never knew it until the last moment - the moment when she finally decided. Before then, she always forgave, always overlooked, and endured endured endured.

When she decided to end it at last, she STILL gave my dad one last chance: she asked him to take her on a date. She wasn't expecting fireworks and the keys to the city. Just to be treated with attention, and made to feel wanted.

Well, my dad showed up for the date... And that's about all he did. There was no effort. It seemed like just another night. So she realized, this is what the future will be like if I stay with him. He's not going to change.

She put up with so much over the years. She wasn't a total pushover - she DID ask for help. My dad would always make an attempt at it... I can't really call it making an effort though. He would do whatever it was up to his standards, which could be pretty low, never to hers, which were NOT unreasonably high.

It's very important to see each other as flawed individuals and love each other in spite of our faults. But if you overlook every fault, out of love, and the other person doesn't take into consideration how their faults hurt you, then you'll just go on hurting indefinitely. That's what I'm saying. People can't change certain things, but other things they can, or at least they can figure out a new system or way to ensure their weak points aren't so crushingly heavy on their partners.

At home, my dad had an office. It was very small. But it was all his. It was covered in his stuff: train sets, Beatles paraphernalia, pictures of his youth. He had a keyboard and a computer and his guitar and he would make music in there, or watch TV, for hours and hours, only coming out to eat dinner. Meanwhile, my mom didn't have any space for herself. Why couldn't she have their bedroom? Well, because my dad insisted on a very large bed. In his defense, he's a big guy. But I'm not kidding when I say that aside from that bed, there was barely enough room for one person to shimmy in and out of the room. It was NOT my mom's space, and she often didn't even sleep in it because of my dad's snoring (OR his white noise machine).

We all knew my mom wanted her own space. She told us. We had a basement that was mostly finished and didn't get used that much, so she decided to make herself a space down there. What my dad should have done was prioritize that. My mom hadn't had any space to herself at all since having kids - we were teens by then and my parents had owned the house for a few years. She worked and took care of us and did the errands and cooked the meals and and and... My dad pretty much just went to work and came home most of the time. (Not to make him sound lazy: he also did the mowing, maintenance work around the house and most of the driving. The thing is the stuff my mom did was daily. His was extras that cropped up only at certain times.) It should have been obvious to my dad that my mom didn't only deserve her own space, she needed it. But he left it to her. Meanwhile, various things going on, house renovations, etc, meant that making my mom's space got pushed back and back and back, and the available space as well got smaller and smaller. In the end all she had was a desk in the wide open basement that anyone could come to any time, whereas my dad's office had its own door.

It's stuff like that which gets me. It would have been an act of love to notice your partner needs something and help them get it. But to my dad, it was no different than my mom saying she wanted a manicure: just for fun, and while of course he supported her in it, it was totally on her to go and get.

We kids followed my dad's example in regards to my mom. When she was upset, he would line us up and make us listen to her yell and cry. This didn't happen often (years later she blamed PMS, and after said migraines - honestly though I think it was just way too much cumulative stress and no support). But when it did, the idea was pretty much just for us to listen to her. And then nothing would change. At first we could say it was because my dad had a full time job and was tired enough himself. But he lost the job and never really had one after that. He was just home. And then it was, well, he's depressed. But it continued even when he got pretty comfortable. My dad is interesting in that he can be very sentimental and reflective at times, but always has a strong enough self-love to power through. (This describes me too. It's an aspect of myself I like and am grateful for. But, as much as I do love my dad, I also really, really struggle with every way I resemble him.) And we are talking many years here, during which time my brother's mental health collapsed too, and my dad didn't help by always getting in fights with him. My mom wound up supporting my dad and my brother pretty much by herself. She did her best to support me too. But I was at college and tried hard to just not need support.

My dad definitely was capable of doing more for my mom the whole time. He just didn't. His life was comfortable and convenient, and he considered it her job to make sure, if she needed something, she would ask for it. But when she did ask, it led to nothing, or only an attempt at it. (I'll never forget the year he got her a snuggie for Christmas and she was like -___- and I gave her jewelry I picked out while considering her style and she liked it so much that he got jealous :P) At that point, in his eyes, it was her job to not only ask for things, but to make sure he knew just how much she wanted it. Like there are degrees to requests from your partner. I mean, sure, "I'm having a heart attack and need to be rushed to the hospital" is definitely more pressing than "I need more help with housework." But that housework request still isn't something you can just ignore until your partner starts nagging (aka having the audacity to ask you again for what you didn't do the first time around), in which case you worm out of it or do as little of it as possible... I mean come on.

I so wish that as a kid I'd had more clarity about my parents' relationship. But they said everything was okay, and I didn't know how any other relationships looked, so I just believed them. My mom of course didn't want to bad mouth my dad to me. But I wish she would have been more honest while I was at least high school age. I loved both my parents and couldn't pick a side, but I could have been more understanding of how difficult it was for my mom on a daily basis. My mom is too nice to have said anything that would make me resent my dad. Not to mention, my dad, although he has many good points, is also perfectly good at making people resent him all by himself.

So yeah. Love is forgiving and enduring and all that. But it's NOT just getting steamrollered by a partner who says "Love is accepting me exactly as I am."

Geez, another memory: My brother was having a bad day during the worst years of his mental health problems. I guess he was 18 or 19 then. I was home from college for Christmas. I had spent every day listening to him and how he talked to us all, especially to my mom, who only ever supported him. I had been reading Captain Awkward religiously, trying to learn how to support my brother, while also supporting my parents, and not be ignorant. I told my mom about a Captain Awkward post that talked about letting your loved one with mental illness know how their treatment of you is affecting you in a loving and understanding manner. It pretty much said, being supportive isn't the same as being a doormat. I mean this stuff lasts years - decades. Getting angry and blaming the person who is going through so much is never the way, but there were some example phrases that could be used to try to meet in the middle and create some peace for a while. Well, I convinced my mom to try it. I heard everything she said to my brother. Her voice was low, gentle, and not accusing. My brother shouted so loudly it made me jump all the way in the other room, and send my mom racing down the hallway in shock. My brother came after roaring about how no one understood him or cared about him. For him, that's where he was at, I guess. He's doing much better now, and we've loved him and have been proud of him the whole time.

But. Please think of my mother. Who was going through that sort of thing constantly, without so much as an apology. She's given her heart, her time, and even her money to take care of her family whenever we were in need, and she really never got anything much back. Even me, although I've been one of the fortunate ones not to have mental illness, and to be able to take of myself for the most part. I used to dream of making some money and sending my mom on the trip to Italy she's always dreamed of. I have no money. I chose to teach pre-K like an idiot. I love it but the salary is peanuts and no one's had a raise in ten years. And I lost so much of my savings just paying off student loans. It'll take a miracle to get me to a point of financial stability where I'm able to do that kind of nice thing for my mom while she's still independent and able to go do it. As a teenager I didn't understand why money was so important, because I had no idea how much of it you need just to get by, let alone have any extras. And I developed a personality that is just the worst possible for selling anything. I can't even sell my school lol. I can't lie at all. If I think something is stupid I can't hide it. In that way I'm my own worst enemy every single day.

I'm making myself upset now :P

#personal

[the-power-of-stuff]

I hope this isn't weird but I'm so glad I found this blog. I'm new to Avatar Sokka/Suki and I had no idea there was so much already out there. Thank you (and for the fic rec list) but can you tell me how you got into them?

Omg, no, this isn't weird at all!! I'm legitimately so happy to hear you say this, like...no joke, this has kinda been my dream for the past few years and is basically the reason I've been attempting to curate Sukka stuff the way that I do. So...yay!!

Which ties nicely into how I got into them, I guess!

So, like a lot of other folks, I got back into ATLA during the 2020 Renaissance when the animated show got put on Netflix. And while I'd always liked Sokka (he was one of my top 3 faves when I first watched the show years ago, behind Appa and Iroh), this time around, I got really attached to him. Something about his sense of humor was hitting just right (my husband has a similar sense of humor but we'll just ignore that and move along *innocent whistling*). And then watching him grow over the course of the series and gain all these badass skills and become a competent leader...it drew me in hard. So of course, given how endeared I was to him, I just really wanted him to get to kiss his super awesome girlfriend as much as possible.

I also think there was something about this, like...really tender, playful, healthy portrayal of a romantic relationship that I found compelling. I gush a lot about their casual intimacy. How they'll be on the sidelines of a scene but still touching one another. Or how easy and carefree they are when they tease each other. But because their romance is relatively subtle and in the background of the main action of the story, it also left me wanting more. So of course I went to AO3, and I was like "AO3, gimme all the Sokka Suki kissing stories." But unfortunately I burned through what I found way too quickly.

(Just for fun, I did an "otp:true" search on AO3 for Sukka just now, and only ~70 of the 289 fics that currently meet that criteria were published pre-Renaissance. The fact that that number has quadrupled in the past four years is thrilling to me! But it also gives you an idea of what the Sukka landscape was like then.)

So yeah, I started writing Sukka fic to fill the Sukka-shaped hole in my gut, and it's been sort of self-reinforcing ever since then. I couldn't stop thinking about them, so I started writing about them, but writing about them means I just keep thinking about them, etc etc... And I've been here ever since! Plus I've made some really good friends from writing Sukka, and they're all such enablers. 😉

Long story short, Sukka inspired me in a way I hadn't been inspired in years. They got me writing again when, before that, I hadn't really written anything in maybe a decade. Being into Sukka is a compulsion. 😅

I'm so glad you found the fic rec list useful! I've been terrible about maintaining it lately, but you've totally inspired me to get back in there. It can be kinda frustrating going through the Sukka tag, or at least it used to be, since they so often appear as just a background ship in fics. Now there's the "otp:true" search and the "Enforce first-tagged?" browser extension that are both really effective filters. But yeah, I started that rec list partly because I wanted other Sukka fans to have an easier time finding Sukka stuff than I did! Then again, if I'd found it easier, I might not have started writing them. 😃

#thank you so much for the ask!! #answered asks #sukka

[youngpettyqueen]

MASH for the fandom ask

MASH my beloved my cinnamon apple I know im on a Trek kick rn but MASH still takes up an absurd amount of real estate in my brain

The first character I first fell in love with: Hawkeye <3 imprinted on him, like, immediately. also realized very quickly that oh he has my sense of humour cause my dad learned HIS sense of humour from Hawkeye. this man has been influencing my family and me since before I was born

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Charles!! I did not think I was going to be super into Charles. when he came in I figured he'd just be Frank's replacement and would be about as one note as Frank had become, and man am I happy I was wrong. such a compelling character with fantastic episodes, great arcs, and of course how can you resist DOS and his show-stealing acting

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: I want to establish that I do very much like Mulcahy but he is probably my least favourite of the main cast just by default. his episodes are very repetitive and his character growth never really sticks unfortunately. again, I do like him a lot, but I dont get the really intense love others have for him. no judgement! I love that he has a dedicated part of the fandom!

The character I love that everyone else hates: Frank like yes he's horrible and he sucks but as a character I love him. as an antagonist I love him. I wish he hadn't become such a one note character by his last season, because he had some genuinely great moments and deserved a lot better writing-wise. Larry Linville did a fantastic job with the character he's just so delightful to watch

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: again gotta preface by saying I still like this character a lot but Potter. I loved him a lot in my first watch, but on rewatch I wasn't as invested in him. dont get me wrong, I still like him, I still find him compelling, but he ushers in that softening of that anti-military stance in MASH so that takes some of my love for his character away. ive written a whole thing on how I read him and why he compels me with all his flaws so I won't restate it

The character I would totally smooch: I need Margaret like I need air. also Trapper, Klinger, and Hawkeye, and Kellye, and Margie, and-

The character I’d want to be like: in a lot of ways I'd love to be like Hawkeye. in a lot of ways I already am like Hawkeye, but he has a sureness and a confidence that I don't (yet) when it comes to how he interacts with people, and I wish I was as courageous

The character I’d slap: Frank <3

A pairing that I love: I'd be here forever if I listed all of em so I'll say the big ones on the brain rn which are Charleshawk and Houlihawk

A pairing that I despise: Radar/Hawkeye it weirds me out. I really dont like it.

#mash #ty for the ask!! #going on a Trek kick while still being fixated on MASH makes me want a Star Trek medical show tbh

[thethreeeyed-raven]

Boys

chapter one - Beach or nah?

chapter two - “I know you didn’t hire a fucking escort.”

chapter three - Matt’s first kiss.

chapter four - Who the fuck is this guy?

chapter five - “I get freaky.”

chapter six - “Well I’ll be damned, what an unusual hobby.”

pairing : Tim Klitz x Fem!Reader

word count : 1k

warnings : swearing

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"Dude, it's not your fault." Klitz tried to reassure Matt the best he could.

Matt had told you all about Danielle's sudden trip to Vegas for a convention with Kelly. He also said she seemed mad at him, even though he tried to apologise.

"No, it is my fault."

You were all sat in a random diner, discussing Matt's situation. Eli sat next to Matt and you sat across from him on the other side next to Klitz.

"If I hadn't been such a dick and taken her to that motel room..."

"Yeah, it was a little forward, don't you think?" Eli said, munching on some chips he had bought.

You rolled your eyes and put your arm on the back of the chair. "Wasn't that your idea?"

Eli opened his mouth but was interrupted by Klitz warning you both not to start. Even Matt was annoyed. "Dude."

"What?"

"Matt, the point is, she made her decision. There's nothing you can do about it now."

You had never heard such wise words before from Klitz, so you jokingly started clapping your hands and nodding. He playfully rolled his eyes and nudged you.

Matt sat in thought. "Yeah, there is." Eli knowingly smirked and you sat there surprised that he would try that hard.

-🦋-

Matt's plan was to show up at the convention, hopefully find Danielle and apologise to her properly.

"Hey, dad?" "Don't wait up." "I'll be a little late tonight." "I'll watch it tomorrow, Shark Week is all week long." Whilst Eli drove, the rest of you were calling your parents.

"God, I just wanna bang hot chicks." Eli seemed more excited about seeing a bunch of naked ladies than the actual reason you were going in the first place.

-🦋-

When walking in, there were flashing lights, cameras and a bunch of people.

Eli took out his video camera, wanting to get everything on video for some odd reason.

"Yo, man, no press." One of the workers came up to him.

"No, no. No, I'm not press. I'm still in high school, okay? This is for my high school video year book."

You shook your head and continue to look around. Not wanting to get lost, you latched onto Klitz's hand.

The man let go of him and walked away. "That's right bitch." Eli flashed a smug smirk and continued to record.

You four continued to walk around when Klitz spotted Danielle on a stage with two other women.

"Jesus, is that her?"

On the big board behind them was pictures of Danielle and the other two, except she wasn't known as Danielle, but 'Athena'.

"Give me a second guys." Matt said before walking towards the stage and through the crowd.

-🦋-

"Matt, seriously man, it's two o'clock in the morning. Hey, what about your thing tomorrow? The scholarship dinner?" For once, you actually agreed with Eli.

"Sorry, I gotta do this."

"Matt, I totally get that you like her and all, but-" You tried to reason with Matt but he was already heading somewhere else. You all carried on following him.

"Oh, by the way, if things get bad, just bolt okay?"

"What? What do you mean 'if things get bad'?"

"Just bolt."

"Wait, what's he talking about?"

"Matthew Kidman! You know my running is shitty, please don't put me through this! I swear to the lord and saviour above-"

Klitz squeezed your hand to get you to lower your voice.

-🦋-

Klitz took a sip of the blue drink he had acquired. An attractive woman walked past.

"Hi." He tried to greet her but she rolled her eyes and scoffed.

Klitz looked away in shame and then back at you and Eli who sat uncomfortably on the couch.

"Dude, am I ugly?"

Eli turned to him in mild shock. "What? No. No man, you're fine. Just relax."

"Of course not Klitzy, you're gorgeous." You said softly as you placed your hand on his upper thigh, rubbing soothing circles with your thumb.

"No, I'm ugly and I know it."

A pretty woman sat down on the couch opposite beside you, flashing you all a sweet smile.

"So, what do you guys do?" She asked you, her voice high-pitched and chirpy.

"I get freaky." klitz said with a smirk and as much confidence he could muster. You turned to him with your eyebrows raised, not expecting something like that from him and the woman grimaced slightly.

Eli decided to tell a little white lie to not make things awkward. "Uh, we're directors."

"Really? Would you guys ever wanna use me in one of your movies?" The woman asked excitedly.

"Uh-" Eli turned to you and Klitz unsure of how to respond.

"Hell yeah we'll use you. Baby, I'll do things to you, I wouldn't do to a farm animal."

You clicked your tongue and averted your gaze in jealousy. You three were unaware of the big macho man coming to stand behind you.

"What the fuck did you just say?!"

You three quickly turned around and stared up at the man in terror.

"Honey! These guys are directors! And, they wanna use me!" The woman wore a huge grin.

"Use you?"

"Guys, this is my boyfriend, Mule."

What an odd name, you thought.

"Uh, hi, Mule." Eli awkwardly lifted his hand and waved.

Mule quickly sat down after hearing the news and began talking proudly about his girlfriend. "Man, you gotta use my girl bro. She's so good."

"I am, I really am."

"You wanna give her a throw?"

"Yeah, try me out."

"No, you know, no, I'm okay though, thank you."

"Well, come on at least feel her tits."

"Uh, I'm okay. I can't, thank you though."

You felt extremely uncomfortable at that moment, because Klitz had agreed to.

"Fuck it, I'll feel one." He cracked his fingers and neck, and reached out to place one of his big hands on her boob.

As he felt around, he let out tiny little moans. You scoffed and removed your hand which was still on his thigh.

He has the confidence to touch a stranger's boob but not make one move on me?!

"Not bad huh? Suckers cost me six grand."

"Yo, Mule, what the hell are you doing?" The worker who thought Eli was press earlier came through the beaded curtains.

Eli's eyes widened as Klitz slowly retracted his hand.

"Steel, check it out man. These guys are directors!"

'Steel' laughed. "Man, these punks aint directors, they're in highschool you idiot!"

Mule turned to look at you three with a furious look in his eye.

"Okay, here's the thing-" You three jumped over the sofa, running out of the room.

"Klitz!" You shouted to him and he grabbed your hand dragging you with him. There was a balcony in you way, you and Klitz stopping as soon as you reached it, but Eli being Eli, jumped over the bars and landed into the table with a cake on it.

"Oh, shit!"

His face was smeared with cake as he shouted for you two to jump. "Come on guys, come on!"

One of the guys next to you pushed Klitz off of the balcony telling him to get off, resulting in you being dragged off as well. Klitz fell into the remains of the cake and your face landed straight on his crotch. He groaned at the impact and you all quickly got up, watching Mule fall into the table too.

You all quickly ran away, going to find Matt.

"Matty, time to go, time to go. Time to go."

"What happened?"

"It got bad. Bolt, bolt!"

"Dude, wait up!"

"Fuck you dude!"

"Matt, come on." You stayed behind to wait for Matt, letting Klitz and Eli get to the entrance first. There was only a small amount of cake in your hair, but it was still disgusting.

You watched him walk up to Danielle, say some words and give her a piece of paper.

"Come on, let's go."

#Spotify #paul dano klitz #paul dano nation #paul dano x you #paul dano x reader #paul dano #klitz fluff #klitz x y/n #klitz fanfic #klitz imagine #klitz x reader #klitz the girl next door #the girl next door

[champagnepodiums]

I keep thinking about the thread you did on twitter about pato & indycar & socmed, because my experience has been... exactly what you wrote 😅

I started following pato on instagram way before I even knew what indy was because (and I know this sounds super stereotypical but heh) he was cute – that's it. I can't remember if he'd done some kind of mclaren team related content, but I went to his profile, saw some content I liked, followed him.

Tbh even now that I've looked indycar up a bit and I know some more stuff about the series, I doubt I'll ever actually get around to watch a race – first of all is kind of hard to properly do it from italy, but also I know nothing about these people?? or the teams, even? like there are 34 (!!) drivers listed, and I only know a small handful of them by name only, and I actively know something about just pato and grosjean & ericsson (and only because they used to be in f1). Most of the other people/accounts connected to indy have really dry accounts sadly.

I think it's a bit of a shame, really – indycar seems like an interesting and varied series with fun potential, but it's hard to approach if you're not super keen on the engineering aspect or if you're not american (sorry 🙈). I think formula E as a whole has been doing a much better job at attracting new fans, but tbh I don't know what indycar could try to do on that front (apart from improving their socmed game as you say)? Like, doing something together with F1 during race weekends in the US would be super interesting, even though it'll probably never happen because of f1's snobbery or w/e

Anyway. Very long message just for me to say that you were right 😂

For those who don't follow me on Twitter, this is the thread we're talking about.

1st -- do I follow you on Twitter?

I think there is a fundamental misunderstanding among IndyCar executives all the way down to the drivers about social media but also about why Drive to Survive was so powerful for F1 (and how DTS/social media actually go hand in hand) and for a lot of the new fans (which surveys are showing that the female 18-35 demographic is a large part of these fans coming in) DTS gave people a chance to actually connect with F1 drivers and above all else, it's these connections that fans make (and continue to make) with the F1 drivers that are really powering the popularity of the sport forward. And social media comes into play because it gives the fans a way to make continued connections (even if the connections are motorsport related).

And I really think that if IndyCar had figured this out, they could have really used social media to capitalize and interest these new fans by providing these fans with information about these drivers to be able to connect with them and IndyCar has just completely and totally missed that (but our dear Pato has not). And it's really a shame because I think IndyCar has really awesome drivers in terms of talent but also in terms of willingness to allow fans access to themselves but also, IndyCar drivers tend to be REALLY NICE and super down to earth.

IndyCar has and has had for a long time an issue with marketing. Like I'm talking, issues that go back decades (even before the split). Like my friend lives in the DFW area (near Texas Motor Speedway) and like she heard absolutely NOTHING about the race. Like if I hadn't been flying in to go to the race, she would have been none the wiser that a race was happening in the area. So that's a really big thing that IndyCar needs to fix if they want to bring new fans (or even existing fans to the track). There seems to be this idea that like if the on-track product is good, people should be showing up but that's really not the case.

So like, I'm not surprised that IndyCar has really dug in their heels about social media given their history with marketing. They're starting to move forward with better social media strategies but has the Moment passed? Maybe. I'm not sure yet.

And it's a shame that their social media is weak because even motorsport fans like you that might not necessarily want to watch every race (or any races), they're still striking out because just because fans aren't watching every race on NBC (TV ratings are a hot topic among IndyCar fans), doesn't mean they can't interact on social media with drivers (and that's still a good thing because people will see their friends interacting with IndyCar social media and that will interest them and maybe they'll interact on social media and watch a race. So it's like -- getting fans to watch every single race and being hardcore fans doesn't have to be the end goal, you know?

But yeah, I wish drivers would do vlogs, get on TikTok, do more things that don't have anything to do with racing because I think new/prospective fans would reallllly respond well to that content. It also drives me crazy to hear drivers bitch about like how F1 drivers are so popular and yet be annoyed that they have to even just have social media profiles like there is just some huge disconnect.

ANYWAYS a very long response to say thank you for validating my opinion 😂 but also, if you can't tell, i have LOTS of thoughts about indycar/social media

[hueningshaped]

STOPPP!!!!! me reading your replies to my asks = best part of my day (also very much genuine and serious!!!)😔😔🫶🏻💗💗💗 it's okay!! i completely understand you're busy, i barely even glance at my phone whenever i go on vacation so i'm happy you find the time to reply at all🥹🥹 you: i'm sorry for picking two me: literally chose four😭😭 but amor. you actually have to be kidding me those are my favorites TOO signal will ALWAYS have me like 🤙🏻🤙🏻JJIRIT JJIRIT JJIRIT JJIRIT🤙🏻🤙🏻 and WHAT IS LOVE!!!!!!! oh my god where do i even begin to describe the love i have for that song :( the melody + the bittersweet lyrics + their vocals are just perfect and i'm so happy that the mv was so amazing as well song of the century truly🧎🏻the feel my rhythm classic version!/!/!/!-!!- the EXHILARATION i felt while watching🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 i love that they had a whole story to the mv and that they actually made it look nice, feel my rhythm deserves the world i love her so much😔 i never would have even SEEN those behind the scene photos if you hadn't mentioned them i owe you my life💓💗💖💘💕💞 also this was in the recommended tweets below it and i just had to share it with you tyun acting like blinking is a limited resource that needs to be used sparingly is on my very long list of things i love about him😭 omg a question i have a definite answer to!!!! it's 10000% moa diary because i loveeeeee everything about it especially how soobin could not stop smiling when he saw that the mask they gave him was twisted🥹 and it's the first dance practice i watched from them too so i'm even more attached to it!! as for performance that is something i unfortunately cannot answer i'm not even gonna attempt because they pour their heart into every performance so every time i watch one i'm like omg this is the best thing i've ever seen🫶🏻 what about you!!! omg i totally understand ghosting is such a tearjerker and i've never even been ghosted😐 that along with anti romantic and run away💔 TEARS. and they have so many more too😭 those songs are so very dear to me i will always love them</3 and omg our summer!!! it has such a happy melody but it does sometimes make me feel like☹️☹️ i've never actually tried milk tea before because it's not really something we do here??😭 i've never seen anybody put milk in their tea but i'm kind of curious now🤨 does caffeine keep you up at night or is it something else!! because omg. i never drink coffee but my parents drink some multiple times a day because it's a huge part of my culture and one day they made me drink some with them (horrible experience😐) so i was like "this better not make me unable to sleep tonight😾😾" and around the time that happened i would always fall asleep at like 3am but that night i was out COLD by 11pm😭 also me whenever your ramble😌🎧🎶🎵 even if you wrote a 10k essay about your favorite beverages i would read it and ENJOY it please do not ever worry about talking too much🫡 omg very good taste in weather conditions!!! and tbh i kind of miss snow because even though we do get it sometimes it's so little☹️ when i was a kid there used to be so much of it💔 beffie wdym if i'm okay with interacting with you off anon once i actually open the blog i am RUNNING to your blog you will not know peace again😼😼 i love talking to you🥺 i'm kinda boring so i rarely watch any movies😐 i usually only watch horror movies with my cousin when i go to see her and we get bored but other than that.... nothing :// also i JUST realized that when you asked me about my favorite shows i literally forgot about my no. 1 all time favorite show?/?!/!/ i may be stupid. i am so emotionally attached to atla!! best animation best music best storyline best- ANYWAYS what about you!! do you watch movies and if you do what's your favorite!!! and the tiktok omg😭😭 i LOVE edits like that dw your humor is fantastic (just like everything else about u)🫶🏻🫶🏻 also please look at this why am i so emotional over this😔😔 stay hydrated and happy and safe!!! have a great day!!!!💗💗💗 -🧃

my answer was TOO LONG APPARENTLY so i’m linking my message HERE <3 [ 1 and 2 ] — i luv u here are some gyus FOR U

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[justasecretwriter]

Super Glue

Title | Super Glue

Summary | Someone has been pulling pranks in the Avengers Tower, and of course, the first rational thought is that Loki, the infamous God of Mischief, is behind these tricks. But he’s not, and he’s out on a mission to find out who.

Pairings | Loki x Y/N (just a hint)

Genre | Drabble (maybe?), Fluff

Story Warnings | Cursing, Pranks

Translations | None.

Author's Note | What counts as a drabble? When I Googled it, it said one hundred words, but I’ve seen people count fics as drabbles as long as they were under one thousand words. So, what is a drabble?

Request | Hi! 💚 So I have a request.... I've been thinking about it for a while and then I just realized it's almost April 1st. Can you do something where y/n is pulling random, mostly harmless pranks on the avengers and they think it's Loki? He denies it to the team and then he tries to figure out who is behind it. I'll leave the ending totally up to you if that's OK 🙂

@vbecker10

Words | 982

"Goddamnit Loki!"

The morning started with a bang; Tony slammed the door of his lab and stomped towards the main living space.

"What? I haven't done anything!"

"Oh really? You didn’t put superglue on my stuff?" Tony lifted his hand, showing his fingers stuck around an ink pen.

The entire team started giggling, but Loki just looked confused.

"No. I swear. I did not do it."

"Stay out of my lab!" Tony yelled, already halfway down the hallway again.

The team kept snickering but ultimately said nothing. Loki was confused. This was the third prank this week they blamed him. He genuinely hadn't done it. So, who did?

He looked around the room, trying to find other tricksters. Wanda, maybe? But surely, she wouldn't go to super glue; her tricks were usually more elaborate and had more victims. The young spider boy? No, he was too scared of Stark.

Loki's eyes landed on the (your color hair)-haired girl in the corner reading. Hmm. Y/N was young and full of life; could she be doing this?

He added her to a list of suspects and kept looking, just in case. Maybe Sam. Sam was funny and liked pranks; he'd even pulled Loki into a few before. And he was still giggling about the joke. Alright, suspect number two.

Automatically, Steve became suspect number three since Sam did not move unless the captain told him to.

Did Cap say jump? Sam said how high.

Rising from his position, Loki excused himself to his room and went upstairs, but instead of going to his room, he went to Y/N's and used his magic to get in.

He looked around the mainly yellow and white room; it matched her bubbly personality. It was clean, and when he crossed the room to her desk, which was also organized. The first drawer he opens makes him smile; superglue.

“That little bitch,” He murmured, trying to recall the other pranks which had been blamed on Loki.

She had made a toothpaste popsicle and given it to Thor. He started looking through her drawers. Low and behold, there were popsicle sticks.

Giggling, he started digging for other evidence. It was piling up against Y/N, but until he was sure she was the one framing him for pranks. Hmm.

But now, what was he going to do about it? He decided to confront her head-on.

Going back to the living room, he saw that she was still in the corner reading. She was playing innocent. He watched her for a moment before calling her name. She looked up quickly, peeking around until her eyes landed on Loki.

“Can I speak to you for a moment?” He jerked his chin towards the kitchen.

She stood wordlessly, laying her book down on the table, open and page down. Following Loki into the kitchen, she remained quiet.

"What's up Lohk?"

He smiled; she was the only person who called him that. Admittedly, he had a bit of a crush on her for a while, given her kind but playful nature. Wondering if now was a good time to make a move, he leaned up against the marble island.

"I'm onto you."

Immediately, she narrowed her eyes.

"I stole nothing."

That pulled a laugh out of him. "I meant the pranks."

Relaxing, she smirked. "It is pretty convenient to live with the God of Mischief."

He grinned. "Yes, but that is not kind to blame others."

"Since when did kindness become such a priority for you?"

"It is not, but it is in your nature."

"Maybe you don't know me as well as you thought, Laufeyson." She teased with a smile.

"I'd say I know you very well." He pulled popsicle sticks, super glue, and a small vial of paint from his pocket, setting out all his evidence before her.

She paused, pursing her lips.

"Perhaps I was framed?"

"Give me your hands."

"Why?"

He took her hands in his. "Because you are clumsy and couldn't possibly have done this without disaster in some form or another."

And there before him, super glue was dried to her fingers, and blue paint was beneath her nails. Holding her hands up to her eyes made a red tint take over her cheeks.

"What is this then?"

"Fine, you caught me." She caved. "But please don't tell them; you'll ruin it!"

"But they keep blaming me!" He countered, letting her hands drop.

"Please, please Loki. Keep it a secret. Please?"

He shifted, hating the sad look on her face when she begged, grabbing his hands and tugging. Biting his lips and weighing his options, he sighed.

"Fine, but it will cost you."

"Anything!" She claimed quickly, smiling. "What do you want?"

"Coffee date?" He murmured, suddenly shy.

She grinned, blushing, and agreed.

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[rhysismydaddy]

Prisoner's Game Pt. 1 (Rowaelin)

Synopsis: Aelin Galathynius never thought of herself as a vengeful woman. Until her boyfriend not only testifies, but leads a case against her that lands her in prison for the rest of her life. Post I-Love-You's. He didn't believe her, and she's about to show him that not only is she innocent, he made the worst mistake of his life betting against her. To a woman with nothing but time, life's just a game, after all.

The cinderblock wall dug into her back uncomfortably as she reclined against it, the air in the room was stale, and she hadn't showered in two days. By any measurement, Aelin Galathynius was far from her best.

And yet she somehow managed to look perfectly at ease--happy even--as she lounged in her cell, toying with the ends of her too-long hair.

It was a ruse, of course, just a little trick to piss off the man currently stomping into her space. By the flare of Rowan Whitehorn's eyes, it worked.

"Hello, Rowan," she greeted pleasantly, giving him a little smile and acting like it wasn't taking everything in her not to use the makeshift knife under her pillow to gut him like the spineless coward he was.

She could tell, even across her 8x12 cell, that he was gritting his teeth and fighting a similar action.

The heel of his expensive Italian loafers clicked as he walked across the space to the small table and took a seat at the steel chair in front of it. He tried to push it out further, but stopped when he realized it was bolted to the floor.

"Aelin," he said back, none of the so-obvious anger he was feeling present in his voice. "Been a long time."

Eight years, six months, three weeks, two days, and thirteen hours.

Not that she was counting or anything.

She nodded her agreement, reclining further on the bed and crossing her legs as if she was in the finest dress she owned, not a faded orange jumpsuit.

"What brings you to my side of town, Rowan? Here to finally switch sides and represent me?"

Dressed in a two-thousand dollar suit and tie, hair perfectly gelled back, he looked like he was successful a lawyer meeting with a wealthy client, but they both knew the last thing he'd ever do was work for her.

"You know why I'm here."

She did indeed, but she still said, "I must be exceptionally smart to know why you've come all the way here-"

"Cut the shit," he snapped, finally losing a bit of his cool. He regained it quickly, though, and continued, "I want to know how you did it."

She frowned at her split ends. "Did what?"

Rowan waited until she looked at him to respond. "You know what."

Sighing so deeply it should've rattled the walls, she said, "I can't believe I've spent the last eight years thinking you underestimated my intelligence. You clearly think I'm some sort of oracle genius."

Rowan mimicked her sigh, and she bit her lip to stifle a laugh.

Probably trying to stall, he spent a moment looking at her cell, at the completely bare walls and lack of photographs. All she had was the tally marks drawn in pencil on one wall and a dusty chess set sitting on the table.

When he'd taken inventory of those two things, he sat and just looked at her.

It was clear she wouldn't admit to knowing exactly why he sat in front of her, and he was simply putting off being the one to fold.

Predictable, proud little man.

Eventually, he took his loss and said, "I want to know how you managed to rob me from inside the most secure prison in Rifthold."

She smiled, a full, undulated smile she hadn't used in a long time.

She'd been planning this moment since the day the bars had locked behind her, and it felt damn good to finally see it come to fruition.

According to what she'd heard, definitely not what she knew from personal experience, the private vault in Rowan's apartment had been broken into. Apparently, only one thing was missing: an antique dagger that had been handed down in the family and was now worth over a million bucks.

"Why do you think it was me?" she asked, still smiling.

He gritted his teeth some more, and she internally snickered at the idea he'd have permanent tooth damage because of her. Something else to remember her by.

Green eyes spitting flames at her, he growled, "You left a goddamn business card."

Aelin forced her eyes up to the empty bed above her head, trying her hardest not to laugh. "Maybe I'm being framed?"

"Your fingerprints were on it."

She did laugh then, then laughed some more when his eyes narrowed. He looked like he was about to strangle her. "Rowan, in case you haven't noticed, I'm incarcerated."

She gestured around them to her cell to prove her point.

The bastard just smiled.

Of course he knows that, she thought bitterly, forcing her hand back to her lap and away from where it'd started to creep toward the pillow.

"So how would I rob you?" she asked, getting her mind back on track.

"That's what you're going to tell me," he demanded angrily. "I want to know how you got out of here, got all the way across Rifthold, broke into my apartment, and stole from me without any surveillance camera picking it up."

Aelin ran a hand through her hair, fluffing it just right. When she caught sight of the impatience on his face, she fluffed it some more and readjusted the thin jacket on her shoulders.

It was always too damn cold in this place. She hadn't been warm in almost nine years.

Because of him.

Just for that, she fluffed her hair some more.

Then she said simply, "I didn't."

"Stop lying!" he shouted at her, eyes flashing.

She wasn't, but that was besides the point.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes like he'd won. "I got my cousin to-"

"Aedion spent the night in Wendlyn. His travel is verified, and there are at least a hundred eye witnesses that witnessed him singing karaoke all night. Stop. Fucking. Lying."

Once again, she wasn't lying.

Aedion sure as hell hadn't been in Wendlyn last night. She'd just wanted to make sure his alibi was air-tight as planned.

Sighing again, she asked, "Rowan, even if I did do it, why the hell would I tell you about it?"

His jaw worked for a moment, and she could tell whatever he was about to say was difficult for him. "I'll get time off your sentence if you tell me what you've done with it."

She tried not to laugh, but she couldn't help it.

It burst out of her, full and uncontrollable, and she flopped over on the dirty mattress and howled for a good few minutes.

He glared at her, looking for all the world like he was experiencing a portion of the rage she was made of, but regardless of the threat in his eyes, she took her time composing herself.

"I'm serving ten consecutive life sentences, you idiot."

One for each and every one of her "victims."

"I'll make it nine," he offered generously.

"Even if I was a cat, that'd still leave me dying in a prison cell. Offer me something else."

He just glared at her, unwilling to give her anything she could actually use or want. Just like she'd expected.

"That's what I thought. So no, Rowan Whitehorn, I'm not accepting your little deal. You can think I robbed you all you want; hell, you can even know, in your famous gut, that I did it." She tilted her head, a cruel smile filling her lips. "But it isn't about what you believe, it's about what you can prove. Isn't that right?"

His eyes shuttered at the words, and just like that, they were sucked into the memory of all those years ago.

~Eight years ago~

~Rowan~

Rowan rolled over, edging away from the woman next to him carefully as to not wake her.

Her hair was spread out on his chest, her soft hand was on his stomach, and her leg was draped over his. By all accounts, she was all over him.

And it felt so fucking good.

He'd never met anyone like Aelin before. Anyone so full of life, so hilariously open.

It was like she was constantly on fire, flitting from one place to the next with endless energy and jabs about him being too old and slow.

"What are you going?" she murmured, nails digging in slightly to keep him where he was.

"To get some water. Go back to sleep."

He leaned down and kissed her brow, and she sighed happily and rolled over. Like a total cliché, he watched her sleep for a moment, trying to get his feelings under control.

They'd been seeing each other for less than a year, but he couldn't imagine his life without her. He was in love with her, and if the way she acted and smiled around him was any indication, she loved him, too.

He ran a thumb over her cheekbone, smiling when she tilted her face into his touch.

He was whipped, and he didn't even care.

Rowan shook his head at himself, pulled on a pair of boxers, padded to the kitchen, and held a glass under the faucet.

Then frowned as it sputtered.

He figured he'd at least make himself useful, knowing damn well she would never agree to call the plumber when she could "figure out how to fix it herself on Youtube."

So he knelt down in her kitchen and opened the cabinet door, trying to see what the problem with the pipe was.

Except he never got that far.

His eyes got stuck on the piece of paper sticking out under a false piece of wood covering the back panel.

Knowing it was wrong to pry but somehow unable to stop himself, he tugged the paper loose.

Then fell backwards to his ass, heart hammering and brain spinning as he read it over and over again.

The list of names wasn't long, but all ten of the people on it were highly distinguished members of society.

And they were all dead.

He wouldn't know that, since the death of the last person on the list wasn't even public record yet, but he was the attorney working with the police to find the killer.

Why did she have this list?

And what did the numbers next to the names mean?

One way or another, he knew he had to find out. He also knew he couldn't ask her. He was in too deep, too unbiased to know whether or not she was lying.

He didn't trust himself with her, so he'd have to go the traditional route.

He took a picture of the paper quickly, tucking it back where he'd found it. He snuck back in the room to get dressed, leaving her a note he had to go to work.

He thought he was going to be sick as he left her apartment, a feeling suspiciously similar to dread coiling in his stomach.

There was only one way she could know that last name, only one explanation that made sense.

But he had to know for sure. Had to know if he'd been an idiot this past year; an idiot who'd spent almost every night sleeping next to the killer he'd been searching for.

So he started investigating his girlfriend.

Six days later, he found the security deposit boxes and the murder weapons inside, still covered in dried blood that would be matched to the victims. All with Aelin's prints on them.

Two days after that, the woman he'd thought was the love of his life was arrested on ten counts of murder.

Despite the tears she shed, despite the promises she made to him, despite the love she claimed to have for him, Rowan told the cops everything.

Even though he couldn't imagine her killing anyone.

"It doesn't matter what I believe, it matters what I can prove."

That was the last thing he'd said to her, right as she was being dragged out of the court room and yelling at him to believe her.

The truth of the matter was that when it came down to it, he didn't trust her enough. The facts were against her, everyone on the jury had been against her, and in the end, Rowan was too.

~Present~

~Aelin~

Rowan shook his head, almost like he needed to clear it from the memory they'd obviously both been immersed in, and she smiled.

She hoped what happened all those years ago still haunted him, hoped he went to sleep at night thinking about her and the betrayal he'd served to her on a silver platter.

The first year of her sentence, she was so lost in emotion--in the rage and confusion and deep, deep hurt--that she couldn't bring herself to do anything.

He hadn't even bothered to ask her first. That's what had hurt the worst.

He'd seen that stupid, stupid list and had jumped to the first conclusion possible.

She knew it had looked bad, had looked like she was guilty, but she'd thought that if the worst happened, he'd at least ask her to explain before slapping the cuffs on her.

But he hadn't. She'd gone to prison, and his career had exploded into stardom from the success of the case.

"See, Rowan, when you refused to accept any other explanation other than the easy one, you made a mistake. Because I didn't kill those people."

He rolled his eyes. "Aelin-"

"And I'm not only going to prove it," she continued as if he hadn't spoken, "I'm going to ruin your precious little life while I do it. Just like you did mine."

She stood, put a hand on the steel table, and leaned over him.

"If you want it to stop, all you have to do is drop these bullshit murder charges and issue a public apology for locking me up in the first place."

He stood too, so close his loafers brushed the toe of her dusty, prison issued sneakers.

"That's never going to happen," he promised, voice uncompromising and angry.

Aelin smiled, having predicted his reaction down to the facial expression.

His pride, she'd decided, would be the first thing to go.

She reached around him to slide the pawn on the chess board forward, leaned in even further, and whispered, "Let the game begin, then."

~~~~~~~~~~

Part 2

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[spacebarnes]

SORRY

SUMMARY: when a game in a interview show up, Tom can't keep his mout shut.

A/N: this is my first imagine of tom omg i love him so much. as always, english it's not my first language so i hope this is good! take care of yourself pls! (gifs not mine)

"baby, remember we can't get together." you said while on the screen of your cell phone you watched your boyfriend brushing his teeth.

"why not?" he removed his brush from his mouth to ask.

"because everyone will know that we are together." you let out a sigh.

"they won't know." he shook and spat into the sink before speaking back to the screen. "let me go for you." he said with a pout.

"Thomas." this time, your voice was a little more serious.

"fine darling, but don't call me Thomas, it feels like you don't love me anymore." the latter put a smile on your face.

"I will always love you, dumbass." you rolled your eyes and got out of bed when you heard someone ring your doorbell. "It's probably Lizzie, so i have to hang up. love you." you said something hasty and waited for me to say it back to you, as soon as the "love you too" left your boyfriend's lips, you hung up the call.

when you opened the door, Elizabeth was behind her in a pretty light blue dress and her hair was tied in a ponytail. "hey, girl. Scarlett is in the car so we should go right now." she said something hastily and took your hand to get you out of your apartment.

as soon as they got to where the interview would be recorded you were able to locate several of your colleagues, however, Tom was not there.

"does anyone know where the fuck is Tom Holland?" you ask.

"I told you that the kid was a problem." Sebastian said as he sat down in a chair next to Anthony.

"I'm here!" your boyfriend's unmistakable voice echoed throughout the place, forcing you to turn to meet his gaze. he looked handsome as hell, he was wearing a black pants, a white shirt and a black jacket.

"who invited him? damn, now the whole interview is ruined." Anthony said sarcastically, causing a laugh from some.

"so funny, Mackie." your boyfriend rolled his eyes and sat down, not before checking you up with his eyes. Tom sat on the edge, next to Lizzie. you really wanted to sit next to him, but the only available seat was between Sebastian and Scarlett.

when you sat down, you felt a vibration and you quickly picked up your phone to find out what it was that made it vibrate. It was a message from Tom.

TOM: you look so gorgeous, stop being so cute or i will die.

YOU: shut up.

TOM: i'm being serious. i just can't believe that you are my gf like omg lucky me.

YOU: you're making me blush, stop it

TOM: only the truth darling ;)

i love u so much.

YOU: love u too. now shut up, the interview is getting started.

as soon as the two of you leave your phones, the two of you found each other to smile at each other before the interview started.

"I see what's going on" Sebastian commented, pulling you out of your bubble

"huh?" you asked without understanding what he was referring to.

"you and Holland." when he spoke those words, you felt your body go numb with nerves.

"what do you mean?" you asked trying to hide the nerves that began to run through your veins.

"you two are plotting revenge on Mackie and me for bothering you so much." hearing that gave you a sigh of relief.

"yeah, totally." you said with a smile, relieved that it was not what you thought.

soon the interviewer entered the room, giving them indications of the game they would play. "so, i'm gonna say let me see the last picture in your camera roll and stuff like that." he explain quickly so that all of you could understand.

"but what if i have a nude?" you asked at random.

"you have nudes in your phone? alright dirty girl." Scarlett commented in surprise.

"no, i mean-"

"It's alright, you are on your 20's and it's understandable, don't worry about it. actually, don't share it with every guy you meet." Sebastian said next to you.

"wait, i don't-"

"just don't show it for the good of the community, got it? yeah? I want to suppose so." Anthony looked at you and said.

"leave alone the little girl, I'm sure she just ask for curiosity." Elizabeth jumped into the conversation and defended you.

"that's why you're my favorite, Liz." you blew her a kiss in the air.

"I'll make sure that didn't hurt, but okay." Tom said hiding it with a cough.

"shut up, Tom. you can't talk, surely you also have photos on your phone with your stick in the air" Anthony said with some disgust.

"did you just called his dick, stick?" Scarlett asked with a laugh.

"oh man." the man next to you shook his head. "just don't put that in the interview and let's get started."

"alright, alright." the interviewer said with a laugh. "so, we are going to separate all of you, in that way some teach one thing and the others another, it's that okay?" he asked and everyone nodded.

"wait, so if I show my first picture, Lizzie won't?" Tom asked and pointed to the girl next to him.

"no, in that case she is going to show her last photo." answered the question. "so, Tom, Scarlett and Anthony are the team one, and Lizzie, Sebastian and [Y/N] are team two. got it?"

"yes, sir." you said and took out your phone to be able to show what they ask of you.

"right, team one let's see your last picture." the guy in front of you ordered and the three people that made up that team began searching his gallery.

"mine it's really boring." Scarlett warned when she saw her last photo. "it's a glass of water." she said simply and showed a photo.

"mine is a selfie of Lizzie and i." Anthony said with a smile and showed his screen, in which the photo of the two actors stood out.

"we look good." the semi blonde said and nodded.

"what about yours, Tom?" you asked curiously and leaned forward a little to get a better look at it.

"it's ridiculous." he said and placed the palm of his hand on his forehead while showing the photo.

"why you have a picture of a tea bag?" Sebastian asked in confusion.

"because there was nothing left!" Tom said and shifted a bit in his chair so he could be face to face with all of you. "so i send this picture to my mom so she can buy more for me."

"the fuck, Tom? just go to the store." you tried to sound like his friend

"no because i want this kind of tea, i don't like others." he said with a grimace.

"and what about your juices? I thought those were your favorites." Anthony asked and rested his right cheek on his hand.

"yeah but, I like tea better." he shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"let's continue!" the interviewer interrupted and read one of the letters in his hands. "let's see, team two i want to see your last note."

"i'm scared" you start giggling while entering the notes app.

"i can't say it." Sebastian said quickly and turned off his cell phone.

"hey, why not? show us." Scarlett insisted and crossed her arms.

"because it's a list of possible gifts for [Y/N] because her birthday is coming up." when he said this, the two of you quickly turned to look at each other. you folded your lower lip and moved closer to him so that you could hug him properly.

"yeah, so much love but i want to see the tea, darling. show us." Mackie interrupted the moment and clapped his hands to hurry you up.

"my last note says 'new angel by niall horan'." you said something confused without understanding why your last note said that. "um, what?"

"oh!" Lizzie interfered and headed towards you. "maybe it's because it was the song that was playing on the radio and you said you were going to write down the name to add it to your playlist."

"oh" you exclaimed extending the o. "yeah, i remember now."

"so, my last note says 'two and a half cups of rice'." your friend frowned at not understanding. "yeah, i don't remember that."

"let's continue with the team two, show us your last text." the interviewer ordered with a smile and those of team two quickly got into the messaging app.

"oh, this is a funny one." Sebastian said "damn it, i'm gonna burn everything because you are not going to the interview with Mackie and i." he read his last message without removing the smile from his face and then looked up. "I sent it to Evans."

"oh i see the favoritisim here." Scarlett said with a small laugh and looked at Sebastian.

"I'm going to an interview, we can hang out tomorrow." Lizzie read with narrowed eyes so she could see better. "yeah, my best friend wanted us to go out for a drink but work comes first, i guess." she grimaced and shrugged.

"oh, I'm so eager to see the latest message from [Y/N], she has the juicy stuff." Anthony said with a laugh and pointed at you.

"oh my god, may the lord save me." you said while entering the message app. you widened your eyes when you saw that the last message you sent had been to Tom, you tried to get into another chat, but Sebastian discovered you.

"hey!" he said quickly and stopped your hand. "without cheating."

"well, mine says love u too. now shut up, the interview is getting started." when you finished reading, you felt your cheeks begin to turn a crimson color.

"I wonder who you sent it to." Lizzie said and touched her chin pretending to think.

"is it that boyfriend of yours?" Sebastian asked and you nodded slowly.

"wait, do you have a boyfriend?" the boy asked you in amazement and you nodded again while covering your face with your cell phone.

"let me tell you something about this girl." Mackie interrupted everything and when he started talking, you knew you were going to be embarrassed. "she has a boyfriend, but she doesn't show it. upload photos to her social networks and cover the boy's face."

"even we don't know who it is." the blonde said. "we are creating a team of spies to discover the identity of her lover."

"I'm afraid that all of you may never find out." you said very sure and pulled the phone away from your face.

Tom hadn't said a word since his shift started. he was simply looking at you with eyes of love because he could not be near you. he hadn't realized that you had read his last text message, he was lost in how good you looked.

"Tom?" Elizabeth moved the boy a little, pulling him out of his bubble.

"um, yes?" he answered something lost, not understanding what was happening around him.

"read us your last text message, prince charming." Stan annoyed him and ordered him at the same time.

when you noticed that your boyfriend looked a bit lost, you begged not to read the same message and everyone would realize what was happening between the two of you.

"alright." the brunnette took out his cell phone and entered your chat. "love u too. now shut up, the interview is getting started." he looked up and smiled at his companions. "it was from my girlfriend." at that moment, you felt your cheeks burn and your body completely paralyzed. Tom had publicly exposed the relationship.

"wait a damn minute." Anthony said and looked at Tom and then at you.

"i knew it!" Scarlett got up from her chair and did a little victory dance.

"this is too much, i can't believe it." Sebastian put a hand on his forehead. "how can you lie to me!" he yelled at you and shook your shoulders making you laugh.

"um, hi?" Holland said without understanding. "what's going on?"

"just don't talk, i think you already said a lot." you told him and covered your face with both of your hands.

"what do you mean?" he asked again.

"you, Thomas Holland." Elizabeth turned so she could face him. "you just made your relationship with [Y/N] known" when the brunette processed these words, he quickly leaned in to look at you.

"sorry?" he said with an awkward smile and shrugged.

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[poppyseedmuffiin]

Im literally sobbing I found a list I made describing the keys from Locke and key (tv version) as I was watching the series when it first came out bc I think I wanted to write fanfiction so I made it to keep track of all the keys?? But the way I described them was so weird and also inaccurate for several (tbf some details u don't find out until later in the season and I hadn't made it that far idt) and I completely totally forgot about the entire thing until just now when I went through my Google docs

so for all people who dont watch locke.and key here's a rundown of most of the keys that are introduced in the first season, written by me probably as I watched the show in real time

spoilers might be here I think?? Idk I'm just posting it because I found them kind of funny esp since I couldn't remember writing it At All

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Making a list of keys here so i dont forget:

Ghost Key: allows u to astral project and go outside of your body and talk to dead ppl. Very cool right. Unfortunately if u forget to go back through the door or someone else closes it before you go back through yourself and take out the key, you become a permanent ghost. Whoopsies!!

Anywhere Key: can take u wherever u want to go as long as youve been there or have seen a door there. It cant take u where u havent been bitch. So dont even think about ur crush’s pants

Puppet Key (also known as the music box key): when inserted into the music box and the music is playing, that person can control other peoples actions. Pretty damn scary

Mending Key: i think if u put something in a certain cabinet thats broken and then lock and unlock it it comes out fixed?? Idfk. does not work on people. sorry grandma

Head Key: theres a nasty lil hole that appears in the back of ur neck and when you insert it you can go into your mind and do shit!! And even put things in and/or take out shit like personality traits and memories and whatnot. I wouldnt go near this thing tbh. Don't try puttin nothing in my neck u dont need to see my mind

Flower/Plant Key(?? I dont think it has an actual name): it unlocks a tree and then memories in paint jars rise out of the ground?? I dont actually know what this one does. Something to do with memories idk Edit: this should have been fuckin obvious but it controls plants :))

Mirror Key: u put it in a mirror and then an evil you will appear in the reflection and beckon you forward like “come to pappy” and you can go through the mirror and end up in an evil funhouse thingy with lots of mirrors and versions of yourself?? Apparently lots of people have died trying to get out and its a prison of self?? He had to go in with a rope around his waist to get his mom out?? 0/10 would not recommend you might die

Echo Key: “can bring people back”-random guy offscreen, 2020. Apparently if you use it to unlock the wellhouse and then yell someones name into the well like you at le jour d’amour (spoiler alert that person gotta be dead) an “echo” of them will come back and u can talk to them. Its considered disrespectful to use it tbh because u disturbing the dead

Identity Key: basically an identity crisis meets polyjuice potion. A keyhole appears under ur chin and then you insert it and turn the key and then you can look like someone else. Eww gross!! 

Matchstick Key: a lighter. You touch it to something or put it in a keyhole or wHATEVER idc, and whatever u put it in bursts into flames. Fun fact, this also works on people!! Haven’t you ever wanted to just set yourself on fire? Well now you can with the Matchstick Key!! Limited edition because a demon stole it from a child then pushed said child onto train tracks. Also spoiler alert if you use it on yourself you die. Because u fuckin set yourself on fire. What did u expect, to not spontaneously combust??

Shadow Key: Key for the Crown of Shadows. I think u put it in the crown of shadows and then it works. It summons shadow kreechurs to work 4U. Very awesome ikr

Omega Key: literally has no other purpose than to unlock one specific door. The Omega Door (very original name oooh scary ooooh *ghost noises*). Beyond this door lie unimaginable eldritch abominations that Will Definitely Kill You. so unless you want to die at the hands of shadow demons, this aint the key for u. Use it as a mantle decoration or something

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[justalost4girl]

" If anything can go wrong, it will."

Good night!! (Here it's still night :p )

A few weeks ago I said I would do a oneshot Lorraine Broughton x F! Reader, but it got too big so I decided to follow the initial idea and turn it into a mini series. I have two chapters written and I'm going to post them here and in Ao3, I think there will be 3 or 4 chapters in total, but I'm not sure yet.

English is not my first language, so all mistakes are mine.

Enjoy!!

warnings: mention of violence, R cursing, forgery of documents (?)

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1989

Berlin, East Side

You feel in your bones, when you wake up, the consequences of last night and think that the famous Murphy's Law decided to test you. On this side of the wall few things go right, but having an order in your head two days after joining STASI's wanted list proves that nothing is so bad it can't get any worse. Courtesy of a dumb customer who messed with the wrong people and thought revealing where you find your customers would be enough information to escape death. The Local Gang (or Angels, as they call themselves) loves to eliminate competition from the market.

Now he's dead and you have to deal with the STASI AND the Local Gang (you refuse to call them Angels).

The local fucking gang that sent a team of idiots to break into your favorite bar and made you run out the back door before meeting a customer who was going to pay well. The local fucking gang who must be pissed that you shot the six dumbest members you've ever had to face in your life. No really fatal shots, but of course that won't matter as they do business with the KGB.

Sometimes you want to ignore the rules you've made for yourself, especially "never kill someone unless it's in defense of yourself or someone you love", but you think killing six agents who don't have the ability to set up an ambush of success would be a great waste of bullets. Now you know you're going to have to leave town soon and you have no idea how to break the news to your brother/partner, how do you honorably abandon a war before it's over?

Damn Murphy's Law

You know you need to sort this out, but you refuse to stay in bed crying over what's already written and decide to leave the wonderful Egyptian linen sheets you got from your favorite client last month to face the world and it's impossible to face the world without a good amount of coffee. After a quick shower with a cup of Blue Mountain in hand, your newest addiction, you sit in a robe in a nice armchair, look out the window at dying Berlin and thank heaven for the comfortable life you've earned by working with one of the greatest smugglers on this side of the wall, perhaps from all over Germany. Some desperate customers offer you valuable items from them in exchange for passports and unlike your idiot “brother”, you don't have a rule about only receiving cash. Almost everything here comes from gifts, from the sofa, pictures, bags, clothes and even some books on your shelf. You don't even remember buying that cup, or the coffee set, for gods' sake.

If he saw you now he'd complain about being soft with customers and say something about how items aren't a bargaining chip in the real world, you'd get into a tiresome discussion about enjoying the finer things in life and how bills don't compare in the importance of yours. silver chain with moon pendant that was once an amulet for more than three generations for a French family.

At the end of the day, Merkel has a large information network and an office that takes up half the block, where she keeps as much money as she has secrets, and you have a house decorated by other people where each object symbolizes someone you've helped.

Four walls don't make a house

The thought takes away some of the almost peace you feel and you decide to finish your coffee before it gets cold.

After a quick glance at the calendar you remember about the march that will take place in Alexanderplatz square and decide to go scream for Germany one last time, hopefully you'll be able to hide long enough to see the fall of the damn wall that divides this country. It's not your country, not really, you don't even like to remember how you got here, but the experiences you gained wouldn't be exchanged for anything, not even for an original Van Gogh. Also, Merkel asked you to go and bring a black umbrella, the reason was not explained and you didn't feel like asking, sometimes you think Gordon Merkel is not his name, but how to judge the man who is your only family in this end of the world? You smile when you remember that he shouldn't have an umbrella with a story as cool as his and decide to piss him off for it.

Your phone rings, and you notice you've lost track of time. Merkel was helping a blonde woman named L, he didn't give you more details other than a few stories about how she was a perfect and dangerous assassin that you should keep your distance, as few people know how to deal with her. You thought he overreacted, but you had to take over some business from him while she was in town. She seemed important considering the way he told you about her and you knew better than to deny help to the person who always supported you and declared himself a brother, you trusted him because not even the best agent in the world could fake so much sincerity and affection in claiming this title for himself.

You reach out, pick up the phone, and decide to answer it. “Hey little sister, how are you out there? I called to say that everything is fine for dinner today, but there was a mishap and the wine ran out, bring the best Bordeaux you have, I'll return the courtesy as soon as possible." A code, of course.

He needs your services ASAP. Wine is a passport, Bordeaux means two elements, courtesy involves a child.

You can combine business with pleasure "Hi brother. I'm looking forward to today, I'll take the best wine I have, don't worry. I already know how you can thank me. I need to clean the house and go to the office first, but I'll be there on time. wait for me." you say in a voice that oozes normalcy, you never know when someone's listening on the phone especially now that you're a fugitive, disgraced customer. Your body sinks into the armchair noticing the oncoming cloud of worry

Merkel now knows you need his help, as cleaning the house means getting away and going to the office shows you're in a hurry.

"Alright, do you want me to send the driver?" He asks like he's not freaking out and offering the bloody job of one of his mercenaries

“No, bro, thanks, I know the way.” You say as if you really have an escape plan besides getting a fake passport, emergency backpack and all the money you can find.

“See you later, don't forget the wine. Are you sure you don't want the driver?" You wonder if he has forgotten that knowing the way literally means everything is fine

“Relax, see you later” It takes a few seconds for him to hang up and you can hear his sigh.

He will be SO pissed.

You put the phone down as you get up to gather the passport forgery materials and put them in a briefcase. Your cookbook is already there along with some banknotes from different countries. As you pick up the black backpack of standard clothes and accessories that always waited for you in the corner of the door, you decide to wear the first jacket you bought, the dark blue jeans, the combat boots you got from a skinhead, the wristwatch you bought. you got for your brother's birthday, thick leather gloves and a thin white shirt that matches the rest of your outfit. After all, if you can die when you open the door, then die well dressed. Be sure to keep the Colt 1911 around your waist and the Russian dagger around your ankle, after yesterday you never know, Your pocket watch with the coat of arms of the Brazilian imperial family indicates that 15 minutes have passed since Merkel's phone call

You take one last look at the house you've been so proud of in recent years, snap a photo with the Polaroid you've won, and, with a bittersweet smile, close the door. One day when the wall comes down, the government changes and your face is forgotten, you can come back here, until then you will have to make do with the photo album you keep in your backpack and this photo.

Putting on your sunglasses, you arrive on the street and decide to take a taxi on the other corner, make sure you look around before leaving your home, no one knows your address, but you can't be sure the local gang is so stupid to the point of not following you after last night.

Getting a taxi was relatively easy. Neil, the driver, thanks to the boots, mistook you for a revolutionary and talked for 10 minutes about how he hoped he could take down the wall with his bare hands, you thought it was cool, but as you passed the big river that was just a few blocks away from the your brother's office, you couldn't hear a word from him.

A sign signaling that the river was closed to visitors made your eyes fill with tears. You used to go there when the day was bad, spread a blanket in a corner and watch the stars, or just laugh at the distinct reflection the water made of the moon and stars. Merkel accompanied you on anniversaries, justifying them as bonding experiences. After some freaks started swimming in the river and executions increased, STASI took over and you replaced the dark water for the restaurant's bright lights. But seeing it tightly closed gave him a feeling of anguish and rancor. You would silently curse the wall builders for the rest of the trip.

Neil seemed to notice but didn't comment on it, you thanked him, wiped your tears and left a good tip as you descended a block away from your final destination. This time you didn't need to look around because even though Merkel was super busy, he made sure to leave some security close to where your landing place was.

A tall man dressed in a red T-shirt approached you and hugged you as if he hadn't seen you in a long time. You've known him since the beginning of last year, when he arrived at Merkel's office begging for a job, and from the first moment the way he turned grief over his brother's death into a thirst for revolution made you admire the young man. The two of you walked through the great gate hand in hand as you asked about his life with genuine interest, and Klaus increasingly believed in Merkel's theory about you having such a pure heart that you didn't care about motivation or the number of lives they took, your explanation of the judgment not being your responsibility, crossed the man's head before he escorted you to the main office.

You thanked him with a smile, opened the door and stood in front of the table in the windowless room, where your brother was already waiting for you.

"What the hell happened? Are you okay? I was about to send J to get you, please tell me what happened"—he said hurriedly as he got up and pointed at the couch for you to sit on. J was one of the most dangerous women in the building and you were grateful for not wasting her time.

Putting your backpack and umbrella aside, you answered:

"I'll explain later, little brother, now let me help you. You need passports urgently, don't you?" Yes, you were stalling and postponing the conversation. He'd call you an idiot for going out on the street right after you got on the wanted list, and he'd feel guilty when he found out why you didn't tell him. Merkel wasn't going to understand that her fear of failing him was no one's fault but yourself.

Your sentence seemed to give him some responsibility back, but still, as he held out a glass of water for you, his eyes met yours with a glint that warned that this conversation was far from over.

"Yeah, I really do, but don't think I'm going to forget about it. Let's talk when this is all over. Even if it's the last thing I do today."

You accepted the glass with a bit of trepidation and stood up towards the large center table while opening the briefcase with the supplies you were going to need, if Merkel noticed the bills he didn't say anything. Once at the table, you made two passports for mother and daughter in record time. According to the clock, 10 minutes passed, faster than a car, this deserves a celebration. It would have been six if Merkel hadn't been so curious to make you waste time pulling your watch out of your pocket just for him to analyze.

Everything was going well and there was only one last detail for mother and daughter to be taken by one Percival to the other side of the wall. Percival, according to Merkel, was strange and fickle. Unreliable and extremely dangerous, you should also keep your distance from him, as this man had crucial contacts on both sides of the wall.

"He must have fewer contacts than you", you would answer

If a loud noise didn't break the silence

The annoying noise of the door creaking made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you almost missed the last signature, it made your body vibrate with irritation and your eyes follow to the offensive source of the sound. A tall man with short hair and blue eyes was holding the doorknob with a military posture and before you could release your anger and explain something about how people shouldn't be violent inside Merkel's office you noticed he was accompanied by a woman.

AND WHAT A WOMAN!

Your eyes connected to a pair of fierce, intent green eyes, surrounded by a pale skin tone and hair so blond it looked like snow. The barely perceptible frown showed she was surprised to find someone other than Merkel there, yet she looked ready for a battle. You looked into her eyes again and nodded in acknowledgment, this must be L, the woman he was talking about.

She looked at you suspiciously, but also as if she could see into your soul, and what must have been frightening, you found endearing. A few stories of murders orchestrated by her crossed your mind, but all you could imagine is how beautiful she must be when she's mad.

They say green eyes darken when we're high on adrenaline, does that happen to her?

Her analysis of the intriguing blonde ends when she notices that the man accompanying her has raised his voice and from his furious expression, it's not the first time he's repeated the question. You interrupt him before you hear him and make sure to direct the ghost of anger before him:

"Have you lost your mind? Who walks into the office without knocking? Surely you should be here asking about passports, but if it weren't for my experience and steady hands, they would be in the trash by now. Learn to be civilized. You're under two paws not four, so act human and not animal" you say in an explosive but articulate tone to make sure he understands what you say. Sometimes when you speak fast, you are betrayed by faulty diction. Not today. Today you want this man to feel every fiber of irritation that went through his body.

Hearing Merkel holding a nervous laugh, you try to relax, but judging by the cold, almost murderous look of the man in the doorway, you've definitely gotten yourself in trouble. Looking at the organized clothes, you notice it's an old police uniform, probably taken by your brother, and unless Merkel has hired new employees, you've never seen it around here. His eyes snap back to his and something inside you warns that this must be Percival. He probably wants to kill you.

Damn Murphy's Law

A brief silence settles in the room and you shake off the fear and turn away, refusing to play the glaring game with a man who almost spoils your art. On other days you might look at him at a party, but today you want to make him swallow the ink on the stamp in his hands and invite the blonde to dinner

And it's her voice that breaks the silence.

You're flipping through the two passports for failures when she says

"Sorry, miss. My friend is an unprecedented idiot. Shall I close the door and knock again? Perhaps your highness too--"

You turn her body towards her when you hear the slightest hint of irony in her tone and interrupt her with a fake smile as you look into her eyes.

"It's not necessary, I accept your apology, Miss. I always said that Merkel should have someone armed at the door to remind everyone of the need to knock on the door. Anyone who didn't knock would lose his mind as the law of my reign says. Perhaps I should start. for him, since the top head is the last thing he wears lately" you joke look at Merkel who doesn't seem offended by the statement, shrugging you look at those blue eyes again and say "the passports are ready. Let's get out of here."

You close the passports, reach for your backpack and umbrella and start moving towards the door, both agents let you lead the way and judging by the blonde's expression, she's not used to being interrupted, nor is she used to seeing someone talking like that with Merkel, but today it was acceptable. You really think she's adorable, but you know better than to let someone make fun of you, especially in front of your brother who wouldn't let you forget about it. Either she doesn't care, or she's a great actress. Anyway, that idiot is still by her side and you refuse to be the reason for his possible laugh.

Her friend probably didn't have the same acting classes and his resemblance to the local gang members, like he's going to kill you in the blink of an eye in a cowardly way, is almost frightening. If Merkel hadn't said L is a woman, you'd be scared. It makes you shiver a little and look for Merkel, but he's not following you. Looking over his shoulder you see him putting a few more piles of dollars and euros into your briefcase. With a snap of your fingers you get his attention and before you walk out the door, you hear the briefcase click closing.

Once out of the room, you look around and realize that nothing has really changed, all faces are familiar, except for three people: a couple talking to a child. After a brief analysis you find yourself facing the passport clients, mother and daughter. The man doesn't look older than 60 and has kind eyes, almost as if he doesn't live on this side of the wall.

They don't seem to notice you

Your observation is interrupted by Merkel's loud, proud voice, right behind you. Here it comes

"This is Elizabeth Loyd and Percival, two trusted clients. Elizabeth and Percival, this is my little sister, she will be on the march today, if you need anything in the future you can talk to her."

Hearing her name, you notice that Merkel really wasn't creative at all. Who would use the initial letter of a surname as a symbol? Anyone who heard the stories about L and met a loyde who knows a Merkel would make the connection. As you turn around, you swallow your nervousness and try to put on your best smile as you say your name to them. The blonde woman who finally has a name, Elizabeth, leans closer, her eyes never leaving yours, and you wonder if she can feel the jumble of emotions that is unraveling inside you.

She smiles a smile that makes you sure she does and reaches out and greets you with a firm grip, if she noticed the sweat on your hands, she didn't let on. She also looks a little more comfortable.

Maybe because she noticed you said her real name, idiot.

You hate yourself for one second and the next you want to be without gloves because it feels soft and warm.

The man, Percival, comes next and looks at you suspiciously and the smile fades from your face, you wonder if no one else can smell the strong smell he gives off, a smell of cheap whiskey and arrogance. Still, he holds out his hand and this time you thank the gods for the gloves. Make sure you don't bow your head or fail in your posture. He still looks at you like you killed his son. Useless even to pretend, for God's sake.

Merkel watches the exchange from afar and nods to Elizabeth, she responds and Percival walks away looking uneasy. You look around uncomprehendingly, feel a little left out, and wonder which computer must have Tetris installed.

You would kill for a distraction right now.

Going out on the street in a crowded march while being chased by two groups still makes you sick.

Your brother approaches and extends his hands around you. You've missed him for the past few weeks. He still wears the perfume you gave him for his birthday and it makes you sink deeper into the hug. You know he's going to be mad when he finds out what happened so you enjoy as much affection as you can

"Little sister, in addition to our conversation I need to tell you something" his voice is low in tone and you doubt you would understand the words if you weren't so close to him "but I can't do that until the march is over. Meet me at usual table at the restaurant where we celebrate our achievements, It's very important"

His even low voice is charged with strong emotion and you are genuinely worried, Merkel has never been like this before.

"I'll do it, brother, I promise. Whatever it is, we can work it out together" you say with all the certainty you can muster in your voice, because you need him to understand that this is true.

You feel eyes on you and as you look up you notice that Elizabeth keeps an eye on your exchange with Merkel while talking to the little girl's father, from the distance she probably can't understand anything and you don't know if she celebrates or cares with so much attention received. A little further away is a Percival who pretends to be busy with the coat he's wearing. He also pays attention to your exchange, but his talent for discretion is as effective as his ability to open doors.

Your eyes return to the concentrated blue eyes that are in front of you and Merkel speaks in an almost inaudible way:

"When I whistle, I need you to raise your open umbrella and stay alert. The three people we're going to cross are very important, nothing can go wrong. But if it does, I'll be at the restaurant, whatever happens find me there."

Noticing the proximity of Percival and Elizabeth, you place your hand on your brother's shoulder and smile as you speak a little louder:

"Don't worry man, it's always a pleasure to help you. I'll leave my briefcase here, then meet you to get it. Good march."

Merkel shows that she understands his strange move and smiles, you greet some friends of his that you haven't seen in a while and as you head towards the exit, you meet a pair of deep green eyes. Elizabeth is gleaming in the cold lights that are refracted by the mosaic of the gate, she looks into your eyes, ever alert, looks at the object in your hands and nods her head with a half smile, do you think the guard's idea black rain was hers.

As you wave back, you can feel that a pair of eyes haven't left your back since the moment of your brother's embrace, as the old man is saying goodbye to the family, you know who they belong to and decide not to look for them. If the STASI, KGB or local gang find you, he doesn't own the pair of eyes you want to remember before you die.

Taking a deep breath, you walk through the gate and blend into the crowd.

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After leaving Merkel's office block, you take a hat out of your backpack and wear your sunglasses as you look around, not that a local gang member is here but because if he sees you in disguise he will ask a series of questions and he has enough problems already, plus STASI must be monitoring this area and the last thing you want is to be arrested. You decide to tuck your coat into your backpack to change your look, and while internally debating your ability to ignore the cold, your eyes catch the almost snowy blond hair in the crowd.

This signals that they are already on the march and you decide to get a little closer to them, but make sure you do this without drawing attention to yourself since the nasty man is still there. Elizabeth is on your diagonal absorbing all the extraneous details that might be a possible threat, she seems so focused on the job of passing the owner's gentle eyes in a safe way that it makes you wonder how important he is and if she's noticed you.

A few meters later a familiar noise floats through the march and you open the umbrella almost instantly, as do other protesters.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Percival taking the man's family across and sometime later Elizabeth does the same. You notice that her posture has changed and when she decides to stop for a better look, the crowd drags her and you can no longer locate her.

Her feet continue forward and as some signs are raised by the protesters, you try to find your brother. Unsuccessfully. You decide to trust their ability and hope that you can meet him again at the restaurant.

You also want Elizabeth to be okay.

Continuing on the march, after two or three long blocks you notice the familiar silhouette of one of the STASI bosses, he is watching the crowd as if looking for someone, but he doesn't seem to notice you. You notice observers on top of buildings and decide to leave the streets. Whether it's the Local Gang, KGB or STASI itself you don't know and decide you don't want to know.

Your brain tries to design routes to escape and your body mimics the movements of the closest protesters so as not to draw attention to you, but when some agents in black point in your direction and make space in the crowd, you run between people to seek shelter in somewhere you know and at every step you are sure that the day will be worse than you thought.

Damn Murphy's Law

#lorraine broughton x reader #lorraine broughton #atomic blonde #charlize theron

[rendevousz]

not a lonely birthday

teen!actress!reader x platonic!jeremy renner

brief reader x marvel cast

req by @maximeevansblog : The reader (me ) is dating jeremy renner its the readers birtday, and jeremy renner spoiling her, taking to the hair salon and to the nail salon , and the trows a party for her, and he asks her to marry him, and a couple months later the reader is asked to been on say yes to the dress and alot of fluff please (i'm so sorry i couldn't write your exact request. i added the other cast too but it's still mainly jeremy renner so i hope you enjoy this still)

summary: you thought you were gonna have to spend your birthday alone but jeremy had other plans.

word count: 3296

note: i told her i couldn't really write romance because my blog is mainly teen!reader and she said i could just turn it into an x teen!reader so i did. i mean, i can write a non teen!reader but it probably won't be anytime soon so i'm not taking requests that aren't x teen!reader as of now <33

"are you sure you'll be okay?"

"yes, mum, i'll be fine here. i've been doing fine for the past two and a half months, what's another week without you guys gonna do to me?" you told your mother on the phone, rolling your eyes at her excessive, unnecessary worrying.

"we're so sorry about this, sweetheart," you heard your dad speak and you figured he must've been listening the whole time. your mum must've had it on speaker since the beginning of the phone call.

"you shouldn't have to spend your birthday all alone. i promise we'll make it up to you, honey." your mother spoke again and you groaned. "i keep telling you that it's fine. and what do you take me for, a loner? i've got the others here, mum, i'll be fine." you told her, a smile ghosting over your lips at how concerned she is of you.

your birthday was coming in two days and having a whole movie to film meant that you weren't allowed to leave the country for just a weekend to celebrate it with your family. so, they worked around your schedule and planned a trip to visit. unfortunately, your idiot of a brother managed to get himself into a skating accident and had to be hospitalised, affecting their whole plan of coming to celebrate your 18th birthday with you. well, not on the day of your birthday, at least.

"i'll make sure sarah'll bring you out to celebrate, okay? i'm so sorry about this, y/n." you could practically hear the pout in her voice and you held back the urge to tell her off for profusely apologising, you didn't want to receive a beating when she finally arrives here.

"i'll be fine, mum," you whined. "as i said, i'll be filming on my birthday too so i'll at least be with the cast then. it's never a dull day with them. and i'll be waiting for your gift from sarah on my birthday." you teased her. you knew she had a habit of getting birthday gifts way too early. for once, she was grateful for that because she had given sarah—your manager and also a family friend— your birthday present for her to safe-keep in case anything like this happened and she couldn't give it to you on your birthday.

"i'll give you permission to whack your brother once we come." your dad tells you seriously and you laughed. "thanks, dad. i'll be sure to remember it. anyways, i have to get back on set soon. i'll talk to you guys when i can?"

"of course, honey. have fun on set!" your parents bid you goodbye and you hung up with an adoring smile on your face. you missed your family and having been able to hear your parents' voices for a mere five minutes was enough to cure it for even just a little bit. sure, you were disappointed that you weren't going to get to spend your birthday with them but spending it doing what you love—acting— with the people, aside from your family and friends from home, that you love—the cast— didn't sound so bad.

"i'm so sorry about this, darling." you heard someone say, effectively breaking your train of thoughts. you turned to the source of the voice, meeting the hazel eyes of your manager and long-time family friend, sarah. she pulls you in for a hug that you groaned into but still returned. you rolled your eyes playfully when she let go. "i'm not upset, sarah."

"i know. but you're disappointed." she says softly, fixing your costume after the hug messed it up a little. "maybe i am, but it doesn't matter. i chose this life so technically i brought all of this upon myself. i signed up to have a normal life stripped away from me." you told her honestly, internally cringing because you hadn't meant to get that deep.

"y/n," her hands rested on both of your shoulders and she looks down at you with that stern mum glare she'd give you whenever you were being a little troublemaker. she was practically your second mum, having promised your own that she'd take care of you whenever you had to travel for filming.

"i know, i know, i'm sorry. i didn't mean it in a bad way. i love my job but it sucks that i have to be far away from family, you know?" you sighed. "i understand, darling. it's hard but hey, i'll be with you the whole day, okay? we'll go out and have a nice girl's day out together, do whatever you want. that sound nice to you?" she places a gentle hand against your skin, careful not to rub the fake dirt and wound makeup on your face.

"that sounds great, sarah. i have only a half day of filming that day, right?" you ask her, knowing she remembers your schedule better than you yourself do. "yup. anyways, they need you on set 3. get out there and make me proud, darling."

-

"and....cut!" the director called out and you dramatically dropped limp against the wire harness attached to your body, the wires holding up your weight so you didn't drop down to the floor but also didn't have to remain standing on your own.

you heard sebastian laughing, him being the closest to you in the scene you had just filmed. "you tired, y/n/n?" evans chuckled as he walked towards where you and seb were standing. "yeah, i just wanna sleep right now." you told them, standing up on your own when a crew member wanted to get your harness off.

"well, at least you get to rest now. you're done for the day right?" seb asked, the three of you now walking to the snack table together. "yeah but sarah wanted to take me out so maybe not rest but i'll get to relax. that's good enough," you say, peeling off a banana and taking a bite while the two men drank some water.

"she's taking you out later today? is there a special occasion?" chris asked and you smiled at him. "nah, nothing much. she just thought i've been stressed lately." you lied. you didn't want to seem attention-seeking for telling chris and sebastian that it was your birthday so you settled on a little lie.

"she's not wrong. you have been working hard and you deserve a relaxing evening off work." seb agreed.

"oh she's walking over here right now. are you going now?" chris asked, eyes trained behind you as he watched sarah coming closer. you turned around, meeting her frown-etched face and you blinked profusely in confusion. "i thought we're going in two hours?"

"y/n, i'm so sorry. some stuff came up and i have last minute errands to run all day," she told you, offering a guilty expression when your face dropped slightly. "oh.. i– um, yeah, it's fine."

"are you sure it's fine? i promised you though," she frowned. "it's fine, i know you have a lot to handle and it's totally fine if we don't go out today. i'll just take a nap and be on netflix all day, i guess." you joked but sarah didn't laugh. "sarah, it's fine. you know i've been wanting to catch up on a list of shows. when else will i be able to do this?" you assured her, trying to mask your disappointment.

"i have to go now. i'll make it up to you, darling, i promise." she gave you a hug before running off somewhere. you felt bad for her because she probably had to be running here and there all day but it didn't change that you were disappointed. maybe you really did deserve this for choosing this life.

"hey kiddo," you felt someone ruffle your hair and you were almost going to go off on them for doing that before remembering you had just finished your last scene for the day. an arm rested over your shoulder and you looked up to see jeremy taking over sarah's previous spot.

"um excuse me? do we not exist?" chris joked when jeremy didn't greet him nor seb. jeremy rolled his eyes at them, turning back to look down at you. "you did great today, kiddo." he complimented and you smiled, thanking him.

"wow okay, i guess we really don't exist, huh? c'mon seb, let's go somewhere else where people appreciate our presence." evans sassed, glaring at you two as both men strutted away.

"good riddance," jeremy said, dropping his arm so that you two were now face to face. "happy birthday, y/n." he says, handing you a little bronze coloured box. you gasped as you took it in your hands.

"how'd you know it was my birthday?" you asked him, eyes wide in surprise. "of course i know your birthday, kiddo. after all, you are my favourite co-star." he grins, gesturing for you to open the box.

you did and your hand immediately flew to cover your mouth in shock. "jeremy! you didn't!" you gently took out the necklace from the box, examining it closely. the charm was in the shape of your favourite animal and the chain was gold. this must've costed him a fortune.

"jeremy, you didn't have to!" you exclaimed, pouting at him to prevent yourself from bursting into tears right then and there. "kiddo, i love you a lot, how could i not?"

playing clint's adopted, eldest daughter in the films, as well as a member of the avengers, you and jeremy worked together a lot. he helped you a lot with practicing your lines and emotions for specific scenes and you bonded over so many things you two had in common. even off set jeremy still acted like your father so practically everyone knew how close you two were. if sarah is considered your second mum, you'd say jeremy is your second dad.

"so i heard sarah bailed on your birthday date today," he says as he helped you put on the necklace, smiling fondly when you looked down at it happily. "thanks a lot, jeremy. you really didn't have to," you hugged him tight, the man chuckling as he hugged you back.

"and sarah didn't bail. she just has errands to run all day. can't blame her, she's a busy woman." you told him. "yeah yeah, anyways, how 'bout i take you out instead? a birthday lunch and a day out with your favourite cast mate?" he wiggles his eyebrows at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you don't have anymore scenes to shoot?" you ask. "i do but i have plenty of time before then." he replies. you agreed happily and he tells you to meet him outside the set in an hour so you two could change out of your costumes.

-

"you ready for the best day ever, kiddo?" jeremy asks as you entered the passenger seat. "best day ever? then shouldn't we invite the rest?" you teased, buckling your seatbelt. "hey! i'm pretty fun too!"

you chuckled at his childishness. "i'm kidding, you are fun. now let's go already, i'm starving." you complained and he started the engine, letting you play whatever songs you wanted as background to your small talk.

you had lunch first at your favourite restaurant but not before you two had a debate of whether you were allowed to because you were supposed to be on a diet during the length of the movie shooting and him ultimately going 'to hell with that diet, it's your special day' and then dragging you in. after that, he said he had a surprise for you and told you to just get in the car.

when he finally stopped somewhere, you realised it was a pretty well known hair salon in town and you tilted your head in confusion. why would he bring you here?

"you said you wanted to dye your hair, didn't you? let's do it." he says nonchalantly, unbuckling his seatbelt before you both exited the car. "are you crazy? we're still in the middle of filming!" you exclaim in disbelief. this man was crazy.

"yeah but it's not like they can't just get a wig of your current hair and use that for the rest of the filming. scar and lizzie wear wigs all the time, you can too. now let's go dye that stupid colour you want!" he cheers, tugging you along with him by your wrist, into the salon. you chuckled at his antics, letting him drag you.

the next hour or two was spent with you worrying that your parents would kill you for this, or worse, anthony or joe. you knew it would be a meltdown for them if you came back with your hair a completely different colour.

jeremy assured you that the russos, as well as your parents, would not get mad at this but you were pretty sure you'd get an earful from both pairs. you made him promise that he would talk to both parties that he was the one who convinced you to do this. but once your hair was done, all worries flew out the window as you admired your new hair.

"you look great, kiddo. this colour looks good on you." he looks at you with a fond smile, trying to resist the urge to ruffle your newly done hair but failing. you pouted at him when he did so, reaching up to fix it again. "sorry, y/n/n, couldn't resist," he states, pinching your cheek.

"alright, next stop now, let's go!" he pulls you by the wrist once again and you let him, used to him doing this already. the next time he stopped, you damn right almost had another heart attack because again, this man was crazy.

he did not just bring you to a nail place. surely he isn't about to let you get your nails done, right? the russos would have your head and his too if you were to get them done and casually get back to the studio.

"no." you said firmly, crossing your arms over your chest as you stayed seated in the passenger seat. "c'mon, y/n/n," he whined, throwing a tantrum outside the car door as he tried to get you to leave the car.

"no, jeremy, they'll literally send me back here to get it off because in case you forgot, in all my scenes, i don't have fancy nails." you reasoned, noticing that jeremy has now moved to your side of the car and the passenger seat door has now been opened, the man continuing to make a fuss closer to you now.

"no they will not, i'll make sure they don't. c'mon kiddo, it's your birthday, let's have a little fun!" he says but you were still unsure about the whole thing. "i don't know.."

"okay fine i guess i'll tell you this now. they didn't want to tell you until later today because they wanted it to be your kinda birthday present but your avenger suit has changed. it's not like the one in the last movie, it's got gloves now! and the rest of your scenes excluding the last few ones are all in your superhero suit right?" your eyes widened at this new information, a smile growing on your lips.

"wait, for real? are you sure they're not just fingerless gloves?" he smiles down at you. "yeah. i planned this day well, okay? put some trust in me, geez," he sassed, moving out of your way as you finally exited the car.

"this better not be a joke, renner, because if it is, i'll have your head." you threatened jokingly. "yeah, yeah. oh also, can you just pretend to be shocked when they tell you about your suit upgrade? because i really wasn't supposed to tell you this." he scratched the back of his head awkwardly as you walked two walked into the nail salon.

the entire time, he awkwardly sat at the side, waiting for you to be done. when you were though, he quickly got up, as if he had been restless sitting down the whole time.

"they're pretty," he says as you walked back to his car. "yeah, i really like them. haven't had my nails done in a long time." you replied, getting in the car and waiting for jeremy to get in on his side. once he did, he immediately started the engine and started driving back to the set where he had to continue shooting and where you knew sarah would be waiting for you.

it was after many different topics and finally arriving outside the set did you decide to get a little emotional. "hey, i just wanna say thanks for today. i thought i was gonna spend the day alone watching netflix all day like some loser but you made this day really enjoyable. you have no idea how much this really means to me, thank you so much jeremy. i love you." you pouted at him, trying not to cry. "aw kiddo, of course. you're an important person to me. couldn't let you be a loser on your special day," he teases, bringing you into a hug where he didn't miss his chance to ruffle your hair.

once you let go, he kept an arm around your shoulder as you both walked in. he opened the door for you both and you almost jumped in place.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

your jaw dropped at the sight in front you. every single one of your co-stars, along with some crew members were wearing party hats holding up a banner that said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N'. sarah was in the middle, holding a huge birthday cake with a smile on her face. you slowly walked towards her, hand over your mouth in shock.

sarah gave the cake over to robert before opening her arms up for you. you gave her a tight hug. "you didn't have to do all this," you say, letting go of her. "jeremy and i planned this right when your mother called beforehand and told me they couldn't come in time." she explained.

you turned to jeremy who had been standing next to you the whole time, giving him another hug which he happily accepted. "you guys didn't have to." you told them, trying not to cry at the thought that these people loved you enough to do this for you.

"but we wanted to. and the rest wanted to join in too. now before you start bawling your eyes out, let's get this party started!" he cheered.

"but before that, make a wish, kiddo." robert tells you after evans finished lighting up all the candles. you closed your eyes, making a wish and blowing them all out. everyone cheered before walking away to grab food or to talk to others. or in your cast mates' cases, fighting over who gets to give you your present first.

"you knew it was my birthday!" you exclaimed when you locked eyes with evans, who was in the middle of a brawl with both mackie and robert. he laughed out loud. "yeah! i did! your lie couldn't fool me, child!" he says dramatically, before being pushed aside by robert.

you laughed as they continued to fight right in front of you about who you love more and therefore getting to be first to give you their gift. they even managed to slip in a few compliments about your new hair, while they were literally fighting. you watched in glee, realising that even if your biological family couldn't make it for your special day, you still had a second one to make it special.

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Diagnosis: Love (17)(M)

(please just pretend this came out yesterday 😅)

this is part of the Diagnosis: Love social media au! but can be read as separate

Y/N is the new nurse at NCT Hospital - the best hospital in the country. She was expecting it to be a big step in her career, but 'Bad Boy' Doctor Johnny Suh and 'Valentine' Pediatrician Jeong Jaehyun take her by surprise.

Pairing: doctor! Jaehyun x f. nurse! reader

Warnings: explicit sex scene, explicit language

Word count: 1.5k

The ringing of the doorbell made you jolt in your spot, the tray of food you were carrying almost being flung across the room. "Coming!"

You took off your apron and threw it on the kitchen table before you almost ran to the door. You pulled down your burgundy dress so your breasts would be a little bit more on display, fixed your hair and opened the door.

"Surprise!" You announced while shaking your hands, making your date laugh.

"Oh my God! I totally wasn't expecting this!" He laughed at your little joke. "Are my parents and friends also here?" He peeked inside jokingly checking for their presence.

"No, I'm sorry. It's just me," you pouted.

"Good," he gently kissed you, making your heart race.

"Come on in," you stepped away so he could enter your house. "This is my humble apartment."

"Humble? You have a huge flat screen."

"Shhh, just go with it," you put your arms around his neck and gave him a light peck on the lips.

"You look so beautiful tonight," he whispered against your lips. "Am I supposed to survive you in that dress?"

You lightly chuckled. "Well, it would be ideal, seeing as I'm wearing it just for you."

"Mmmmh, then I really am the luckiest man in the world." This time Jaehyun's lips aimed for your jawline, spreading a line of little kisses that lit a fire between your legs.

You had been thinking about it all day long - you were finally gonna have sex with Jaehyun. You hadn't planned anything with each other but how could you not? The chemistry between the two of you was great and it was his birthday and Valentine's day, it sure would be disappointing if nothing happened.

"I wouldn't claim your luck just yet, I'm not the greatest cook in the world. And, speaking of that, the food is getting cold," you broke contact between you two and lead him to the dining table.

Candles and rose petals were spread across your table for a more romantic feel. At first, you were scared it might be a bit too much, but your friend Lisa reminded you of how much of a romantic Jaehyun really was.

"This looks beautiful," Jaehyun commented as he took his seat.

"I'm glad you like it. Wine?" You playfully asked as if you were a waiter at a restaurant.

He nodded in response, picking up his glass and taking it closer to the bottle so you could pour the wine. You filled both of your glasses with the dark-colored liquid before you proposed a toast.

"What should we toast to?" Jaehyun asked, his eyes flickering with the light of the candles.

"How about to us?"

"To us," Jaehyun lifted his glass and smiled, his dimples working their magic on your heart as always.

"To us."

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"I have a gift for you," you said at the end of the dinner, getting up from your seat to go get it.

"Y/N...you shouldn't have."

"Shhh, I bought it cause I wanted to. Now open it."

You handed him the gift and watched with a glimmer in your eyes as he opened it.

"Chet Baker's vinyl? Y/N I love it so much, thank you." Jaehyun pulled you to sit on his lap and gave you a peck on the lips like a married couple.

"I'm glad you like it, baby," you caressed his styled hair as you deeply stared into his eyes, the heat from earlier having its comeback.

"I do. But not as much as you."

Soon your lips were glued to his, the kiss quickly evolving to something wilder and sexual. You couldn't wait any longer, you had to have this man right now or else you would go crazy.

You adjusted yourself so you were now straddling him, the pressing of his crotch against yours fueling your desire even further.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," Jaehyun mumbled between kisses, his hands now gripping your hips.

"Jaehyun, if you don't fuck me right now I think I might actually go crazy."

That was all you had to say. In a matter of seconds, Jaehyun was pulling you up and carrying you to your sofa.

After dumping you on the sofa, Jaehyun quickly got on top of you: his lips were back on yours and his hands were exploring every bit of exposed skin as they could. Yours though, quickly got to working on the buttons of his white shirt, exposing his defined abs to you.

You knew Jaehyun liked to work out, but you were far from imagining his abs were this defined. If you were being honest, you got a little wetter in that precise moment.

Sensing the way you suddenly started grinding on him harder, Jaehyun's hand travelled from your thighs straight to your aching core.

"Mmmmh, you're so wet baby," he whispered against your skin as his skilled fingers toyed with your clit.

"It's all for you baby," you moaned.

Something in Jaehyun at that moment snapped. Two of his fingers suddenly entered you, making you gasp. "Oh, that feels so good."

His speed was increasing and his fingers were curling up inside you. That, added to the way his lips were now focused on worshipping your nipples was getting you closer and closer to that sweet release.

"Look at you, how are you so fucking beautiful? Please cum for me, show me how beautiful you are when you're screaming my name."

After Jaehyun added a third finger you knew it was game over. You could feel it getting closer and closer - that sweet feeling of immense pleasure. All it took was your fingers on your clit and you were done for.

"Fuck, Jaehyun..." you screamed as your date observed.

He was in awe. He had been so patient with you and now that he was watching you contort as you called out his name like a mantra made him feel like he could cum right there.

He knew right then and there, as he watched you come down from your high and deeply look into his own eyes, that he was already completely in love with you.

As soon as you had regained your breath his lips were back on yours. You could feel it, his cock was so hard under his pants that even though you had just come you were already internally begging for more.

Your hand reached between your bodies and unfastened his black leather belt, quickly throwing it to the other side of the room. The button of his pants followed, and soon enough you were sliding inside his Calvin Kleins and grabbing his cock.

"Fuck," Jaehyun mumbled into your hair.

You pushed his pants and underwear down, leaving you with more room to play. You pushed your fingers deep inside of you, collecting as much of your slick as you could, and proceeded to pump his member up and down.

Already you found yourself addicted to Jaehyun's whimpers. You just wanted to hear more and more, so you focused your movements on his most sensitive area while your other hand softly massaged his balls and immediately got what you were looking for.

"Fuck Y/N-mmmph," he bit on your neck not to scream louder, an act that only spurred you on further. "Please, fuck, I don't want to cum yet."

"Your wish is my command," you playfully said only because you were so desperate to have him inside of you.

"You're such a little tease," he joked as he softly bit your jaw.

"Mmm, you have no idea. You're just lucky I'm desperate to have you inside of me."

"Then maybe we should take care of that."

Jaehyun reached inside the pocket of his pants and took out a condom, quickly opening up the package and putting it on.

Wasting no time, he rubbed himself between your folds a couple of times and entered you, making you both cuss.

"Jae, you feel so damn good."

"Shit, you're so tight."

The tips of his fingers were printing on your skin as your pussy held him tight inside of you. You were relishing the moment, but you were craving the friction so much that you started to move on your own accord, your movement triggering his.

"Jae, fuck me harder," you begged, your nails clawing at his back.

Jaehyun complied. Soon enough he was pounding into you so hard that he was practically burying you into your sofa.

"Fuck, keep going," you moaned.

It was all a huge mess. Both your hairs were a mess, your makeup was a mess, your clothes were a mess and, most of all, your emotions were an absolute mess but it all felt so fucking good that you honestly couldn't give two shits. You just wanted him to pound into you - like he was currently doing - and make the both of you share the pleasure of the orgasm.

"Baby, I'm about to cum," he announced, making you sad that this was almost over.

"Cum for me," you begged, your fingers instantly reaching for your clit so you could cum at the same time.

Soon enough he was spilling into the condom and you were spasming around him, your pussy milking him dry of his sweet cum.

"Happy Valentine's day, and happy birthday," you wished after you had stopped panting.

Jaehyun smiled, his dimples affecting the rhythm of your heart once again.

"Happy Valentine's day, my Valentine."

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