#I couldn't help it once I saw that quote

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

[everyone shut the fuck up i'm trying to focus on my diabolical homosexual thoughts]

[icomeandg0]

For ‘More than One’ maybe you could detail the relationships between each Link and their y/n or how they met!

Hi Anon!

I'd love to explain and details each Link and Y/n for ya!

I'm addressing each of them as ' Link ' instead of their LU names and that goes for the same as the Y/n's. Also oopies on Times one but it was more of Y/n lore than a detail of their relationship.

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Time/OOT Link.

I think this was predictable but you and Link (For majority of the Links and Y/n's) started off as childhood best friends. They met each other while Y/n and Malon were near the fountain at castle town while waiting for Talon.

I think the trope suited for them would be childhood sweethearts/you fell first and he fell harder.

You two met at castle town when you were both young, When Link was going to meet with Zelda for the first time.

I like to think a lot about each of the Links and Y/n's relationships because I want them all to have very different stories to each other.

ALSO! YES YOU TWO ARE MARRIED AND HAVE...Want part two? Hit that follow button (JK, But I won't go into too much detail, yet.)

Oh before I forget, I think it's a relevant fact to mention that Y/n was adopted by Talon so Malon and Y/n are half sisters?

I like dramatic backgrounds and relationships so, You know how on ice age, the first movie where they look after that baby? Yeah so.

Y/n's mother was running away with her in her arms, she was supposidly meant to go to the Deku tree to be looked after but Y/n's mother was too tired as she drifted down the Zora's river.

Talon was delivering as per usual when he saw a woman floating down the stream so he quickly dropped everything and hurried over to the edge and grab onto her arm. Y/n's mother couldn't open her eyes. Too tired to do so, she only pushed the baby into Talons arms which he was alarmed but once he saw your h/c tufts of hair and such a peaceful resting face he couldn't help but have the need to protect you...However he knew better than to take you but when he looked back. Your mother wasn't there.

"I think daddy fell asleep again." Malon comments as the two of you sat on the edge of the fountain in the middle of town. "Definitely" You agreed, "He always does this, I would march up to the castle and find him myself if it weren't for those annoying knights." "Yeah, if only there was someone that could sneak past them all and get Talon"

Just saying that, you watch as a kid in green, around your age ran past...and tripped over a tile. The fairy flew around him 'Hurry Link! We need to get to the castle quickly!' The fairy called out, the boy looked around to make sure no one had seen that but when he looked back he was met with yours and Malons eyes glued on him. It was clear he grew flustered so he quickly stood up and ran off in the direction to the castle.

"Maybe he can!" Malon points at the boy running, "Yeah, Let's catch up to him!"

Warrior/HW Link.

Link and Y/n in this era are a fun duo in my mind, I did think about a soft reader with this Link because I thought it would be funny that a womanizer would fall in love with someone soft hearted and made him want to forget every woman he's ever been with. A quote that would've fit this would be 'I can fix him'

The mischaracterisation for Link hurts me, I don't know what I was thinking honestly.

ANYWAYS! I liked the idea of someone bossing Link around, Do I feel bad? No.

Also I think Link doesn't like sorceresses that much (Because of Cia) so I made Y/n into a witch. Yes sorceresses and Witches are practically the same.

Y/n in this era is self centered, confident, bold—Someone that acts all high and mighty really.

"Move out of my way, Rookie."

"You expect respect? Hah! You have to earn it, especially from me."

"You have to improve your sword skill before I can treat you as an equal. Trust me, You're far from achieving so."

She made him want to pull all his hair out.

Their relationship is a slowburn / Enemies to lovers.

Don't worry, they get better and maybe I'll do a full explanation on their story if anyones interested to also explain on why Warriors was so in shock when he had found her again (Hinting to my last chapter of more of us series)

Fun fact! This Y/n wore high heeled boots during the war…refused to wear any other type of shoes. Still wears them to this day.

"Link, I would like to introduce you to your new ally and commander" Impa says calmly as she led him through the hallways of the castle, "She's a witch but trust me, she's a brave and responsible type" Impa informed.

"That's good to know" Link sighs in relief, he's over dealing with witches and sorceresses but if this witch is just as Impa describes, He can handle it. Impa opens the door to the courtyard to be met with a woman around his age standing in the middle of the field, The woman was sharp and looked back to see the pair.

"Y/n, meet Link. He's the chosen hero of Hyrule." With this, Link bowed his head towards the woman who had only scoffed, "So he's a rookie with a title? I don't get what makes him so special from the rest." Link growled and took a step forward but Impa held him back, "No fighting. You'll look after him during the times on the battlefield whether it be for aiding him or healing." "Tch, I don't remember agreeing to those rules-" "Y/n." "Fine."

Impa looked over Link, "Good luck, she's a hard one to impress. She'll keep you on your toes" Link only sighed. "Lucky me."

Twilight/TP Link

I'm still deciding on a good plot for the two because as you all probably guessed, the two are the ones that can transform.

Puppy love is how I would describe them.

Started off as childhood best friends or sweethearts. To the village it was as if you two were already destined to be. You two were attached to the waist even!

I was thinking that a week from Link officially starting his journey, Y/n had gone missing so he went out and originally was going to try and find her but he got caught up in other stuff.

However, there was a dragon following him during his journey so in his eyes he had two companions being the dragon and Midna.

I Think you all know who the dragon is at this point.

Not much to describe them about, a sappy couple? Like those overly cringey lover types? lol.

I also like to think that Y/n Is more of a city gal despite being brought up in the country sideeee.

Link obviously hitting you up with his southern accent trying to make you fall to his feet but as soon as you start talking like a proper city gal he's on his knees- Scratch that, turned into Wolfie.

Post game Y/n, I like to think she started a daycare or a school for the kids because they don't learn much intelligently but are more hands on. I like to head canon that this Y/n is one of the smartest in the village BUT! She isn't the smartest Y/n.

Meeting this Link was love at first sight...At the age of 6.

One fine day in Ordon Village you were helping about with a few little task such as carrying light things from one place to another when you heard a familiar voice call out.

“Y/n! Meet the new boy in the village! Link” Ilia introduced you to the boy around your age, he smiled sheepishly and you just analysed his every detail.

“Hi Link, It’s nice to meet you” you say softly as you smile back at him, he tilts his head “Hi…Uh, You’re very pretty.” Ilia’s eyes widened as she heard the bold words of the boy behind her, you were just as equally shocked but you only giggled.

“Thank you, Link” you twirl a strand of hair with your index finger. You almost dropped what you were carrying and you were quick to wrap your hand back around the item.

“Well, I've got to drop this off. I’ll see you soon?” You say with a soft smile before turning away and walking off. Link had a stupid grin plastered on his face which earned a sigh from Ilia.

Wild/BOTW Link

The chaotic duo.

Friends to lovers (Strangers to friends to lovers in TOTK-)

Now, these two give the group the biggest headache it's unbelievable.

It's not even Link sometimes!

Y/n in this universe is just overly chaotic and Link is there for it because in some sense he honestly can't talk, on some days he's just as bad.

First encounter? Woke up half naked to one another and Y/n continued with some awkward conversation after that so Link accepted his fate that this was his idiot.

Both Link and Y/n are the life of the party, but Y/n is more extrovert while Link is more of both but it honestly depends if we're talking about LINK or WILD.

Wild is both

Link is an introvert

"So, what’s your name?” Y/n had asked as she grabbed a baked apple from the campfire nearby. Waking up next to one another naked was not how you two wanted to meet but you brushed past it and tried to become acquainted with him instead.

After a few seconds of silence she spoke up again, “Well, not much of a talker huh? I’ll go first, My names Y/n” you say, snapping the apple in half you hold one side out to him.

“If you don’t have a name, I’ll give you one. Nice to meet you, Bob” you grin, you watch his every move and soon he reaches out and grabs the other half of the apple, “Link, it’s Link.” “Well, Bobs a nice name too” that earned a faint chuckle from the boy.

Four/FS Link

Now.

Y/n in this era is a pain in the ass.

as noted in my 'More than one'

She's stubborn, feisty, sharp tongued, short tempered, strong headed but she is reasonably logical and is the smartest one out of the Y/n's.

One more thing to add about her is that she can't fight effectively, she can throw punches at people but to monsters? She rather not. She helps with strategising with Time and Warriors until she ends up in a small argument with either one when discussing plans.

Anyways! Four is our darling, calm and collected but won't hesitate to put you in your place, a perfect someone for our dear Y/n!

Four can tolerate her behaviour more than anyone else because they are childhood best friends, Of course there will be times where Four has to be stern with Y/n but that's only to make sure she doesn't get overwhelmed with anger.

Despite all her negative comments she may say about him she doesn't mean it half the time because deep down she's touched at how he still sticks by her side.

Y/n also likes to make things, like an inventor or fix things. Four makes and Y/n fixes.

Yes she knows the colours and finds them 'annoying' too.

Blue? Loves riling him up and arguing with him

Red? Likes to tease him until he's almost crying.

Green? Likes to point out every mistake he makes which always puts him off

Vio? Can relate to him and genuinely has a sorta connection with him but can end up arguing but Vio would win because his calm and collected self pisses her off because it's like her words aren't effecting him.

Relationship trope? I would say Sunshine x grump.

At the age of 5, you were in your little dress and your mother had just finished doing your hair, You were hiding behind your mother as she greets the new neighbour who was a old grandpa smith.

"Y/n? Go say hi to the nice man's grandson" Your mother encouraged. You looked up at her with a pleading look but she gave you a look that said 'You better go now or else you'll experience the pain when we get home.' You gulp and shuffle towards the little boy.

The boy grins, you could see a gap in his teeth which made you grimace, "I'm Link! Nice to meet you!" Link held his hand, You gently took his hand. "I'm Y/n"

"Awe! They're already getting along!" "R-really? They just introduced themselves-" "Would you like coffee?" "O-Oh yes that would be lovely"

Once the adults were out of sight you scowl, yanking your hand away from him "I don't want to be your friend, If anything keep 10 feet away from me" You point at him which made him blink in surprise but he grins again. "Cool! Let's play!" He completely ignored your words and grabs your hand again and drags you over to a grass patch.

"W-Wait! Gosh dang it!"

(She hasn’t acquired the ability to swear just yet.)

Sky/SS Link

Ah.

I Love this Link a lot.

Which is why I want to give him the most complicated relationship with his Y/n.

Relationship trope? She loved him too early, He loved her too late + SLOWBURNNNN

It's painful, I know.

Y/n in this era is known for her shy exterior, she was easily brushed off since it was as if she was never there. Of course she was in a trio with Link and Zelda but it felt as if she was third wheeling and she was sure Link had a crush on Zelda so Y/n never brought up the fact she had a crush on him. Had a crush on the boy for a few years now.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS AGAIN!

He began to develop feelings when they were on the adventure to get Zelda back, It was the first time he's seen Y/n so...out there and he can finally acknowledge her as she truly was.

But as his feelings grew, her feelings lessened

He did have a love rival, Ghirahim.

After their adventure with each other he was going to confess his feelings but when Y/n could see the fond look on his face she didn't want to know what would've happened next so she didn't allow him to finish but instead told him she was going to leave and adventure the surface again.

Link was heartbroken, he was a sappy lover type...He wanted to be yours.

He offered to come along but you refused saying you didn't need him and that he should be with Zelda again.

That's when he realises.

"Are you new here?" Link asked you curiously, the young boy, probably just turned 5? You were 4 at the time and the boy smiled "I've never seen you around before!" You only sniffled "I've been here since I was little" "W-wait, really? I'm sorry I haven't noticed you earlier."

"Why's that?" You asked softly, still haven't made eye contact with him yet. "Because we could've been friends a lot faster!" Your head snaps towards him after hearing his words. "So, Should we be friends?" He smiles. It takes a bit of encouragement, you were hesitant at first but you gave a small nod.

"Yeah, Okay..."

Wind/WW Link

Obvious disclaimer this will just reach as far as a crush as the two are underage and I find young relationships (Below 15) Silly/Stupid.

Ironic enough, You didn't meet Link but rather introduced to him after he was allowed on Tetra's ship.

You weren't friends with Link...No. You were best buddies with Tetra!

Y/n is a mermaid, I think it's fitting because there aren't any Zora in this era and it's pirates. Pirates need mermaids to cause chaos duh.

Well ironically enough, You're the princess of the sea so when you heard of Tetra and her crew you were intrigued so when you were having free time from your princess duties you somewhat came across their ship.

They caught you at first and were going to sell you but you convinced them not to and somehow you're a part of the team as a not official- official team member.

Back to you and Link, You had ventured with him at times because unlike Tetra, You could swim beside Link and aid him along the way.

"SHE SPLASHED ME!" Link cried out as he wiped the water off his face to the best of his abilities, "Oh Boho~ Get used to it" You taunted as you stick your tongue out at him.

"You're going to let her talk to me like that?!" Link looked towards Tetra who had only shrugged. "Oh grow a pair. She's harmless" Link looks back at you as you grin up at him, showing off your sharp teeth. "Harmless my ass.."

Legend/LTTP Link

Now.

Link hasn't met his Y/n in this era yet so I can't really comment on anything.

However, Y/n already knew Link before meeting him in the 'More than one' series.

Not because of the tales told about him or his adventures but she's talked to him a few times but just not in her own skin.

Sound confusing?

It is.

Anyways, This Y/n has the most tragic backstory out of them all which made her emotionally reserved but in a way she's not depressed or anything like that, she's content. (Despite everything she’s been through)

That's a story for another time.

Link doesn't particularly like his Y/n at first because of how at ease she is when the situation is serious so he thinks she's just messing around so something stupid might happen.

Relationship trope? A bit of sunshine x grump? Not really but slowburn.

Hyrule/LOZ Link

Another Link who hasn't met their Y/n

Now I think these two resemble puppy love.

His Y/n has bimbo vibes

She doesn't dress like one I swear, plus the others forbid.

She's pretty and dumb.

He's pretty (In your eyes) and dumb.

Y/n doesn't think too much about her actions nor about the consequences which led her to getting hurt many times but with Link by her side there's another healer to take care of her.

(HW Y/n was impressed and upgraded him to her apprentice...Warriors wasn't happy that Hyrule immediately on HW Y/n's good side)

Their relationship is love at first sight? Morley Y/n since she is quite open with her opinions, Know not to tell him until time is right.

Gossips with BOTWY/n the most about it which always results in Y/n to get teased.

His Y/n is overly excited, golden retriever vibes, extreme extrovert.

Link is the complete opposite.

(In my eyes at least)

Opposites attract.

Also!

If anyone's wondering the Y/n's do hold a triforce in position...or should I say Tetra-force?

I like to think that some of the Links have love rivals just to spice things up.

I didn't add a little story for Hyrule or Legend because of course, they only met their Y/n in the more than one series. Also guilty because I did not edit this.

[yuujiheart]

Still can't believe gege became our secret santa and blessed us with this official yuji sukuna art...

Such a wonderful way to end the series and the year... It still feels like a dream ....i think it's safe to say that none of us had never expected that he would do something like that.

when the manga ended I was satisfied but still had this desire to see sukuna reciprocating/acknowledging yuji's kindness but not in the subtle way like he did in the last chapter by accepting to change and not cursing others ... So I was kinda sad and disappointed when there was nothing like that in vol extras...

Then this illustration came out and OH MY GOD.. Sukuna dancing with yuji although irritated still holding yuji by waist , fingers interlocked, mind you this is the same sukuna who doesn't like physical contact but still is as involved in it as yuji.... And then there is yuji my baby happily enjoying the dance or maybe it's sukuna's grumpy face that made him laugh looks so angelic in the snow...which immediately reminded me of this ozawa's epilogue where yuji admitted how snow is still special to him.

... Pretty sure gege did that to tell us that it's because of sukuna yuji finds snow special and to make the art meaningful....

And that quote...in which sukuna is admitting yuji's soul provides him the comfort / has this warm presence .. Which in my opinion is just him calling yuji his home as after yuji's declaration to live with him sukuna has gained a place/ home to which he can always return as yuji would always accept him even if nobody else does....

Btw I saw some jp fans analyzing the quote and the result was this

Gege has used a pretty strong word to describe sukuna's feelings for yuji ... Although it does make sense considering yuji literally offered the king of curses the option to live with him which really shocked him coz all he has ever received is rejection since the day he was born I guess so it was hard for him to accept that there is someone so kind who can accept and wants to share his life with him .. And was the only one who he couldn't break as he never once threw his ideals in search of strength and turned those very ideals into his strength that rattled sukuna to its core....

And there is that acknowledgment that i was really looking for...... After reading this quote, in my mind there was no doubt that yuji and sukuna's bond has turned into something special which can't be replaced by others and shouldn't be restricted to only familial, romantic, platonic love... Their souls are intertwined . Atp they are literal soulmates..

Tbh when I see the art I can't help but think there's more.. There's no way that's it...but even if that's not the case I am fine with it.... I can't be greedy now that I have literally got what I really wanted for my two fav characters..... As a reader I do have problems with some aspects of story but I guess gege already knows that so I guess he will be working on it through anime ..

[godsfavdarling]

It’s all you

+18!!!

pairing: Spencer Reid x male!reader words: 2k summary: You and Spencer just came back from your birthday dinner, and your boyfriend loves to quote poetry to you! warnings: smut, fluff, grinding, no use of y/n (idk what else) a/n: This was a request! I love the idea! This was my first time writing male!reader! I hope it’s kind of good? The poem Spencer recites is “The Hug” by Thom Gunn. I had fun writing this! I hope y'all like it! If anyone cares I promise I will eventually come back to my spencelle fic (maybe once the semester is over at my uni)!!! <3

The evening had settled into a comfortable quiet as you and Spencer lounged on the couch, the soft hum of the city beyond the window a distant murmur. The gentle light of the room cast warm shadows, adding to the intimacy of the moment. 

Spencer sat with his legs tucked neatly under him, a relaxed smile on his face as he looked down at you, your legs draped across his lap. It was just after midnight, and you had both just come back from dinner with friends.

"Tonight was really something," you said, your voice a low murmur. "I think it's been a while since we all let loose like that… Since you let loose like that."

Spencer chuckled, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your calf. "It’s your birthday," he began, his voice soft and contemplative. "I’m happy you're happy."

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his touch. "I’m happy. Very happy."

"Good," Spencer said, then leaned his head back, eyes on the ceiling as he spoke softly. 

“It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined

Half of the night with our old friend

Who'd showed us in the end

To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.

Already I lay snug,

And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.”

You blinked, momentarily taken aback by the sudden poetry in his words. "Huh?"

Spencer looked at you, his eyes filled with a tender sincerity. "It's a poem. Made me think of this moment right now."

You felt a shiver run down your spine, both from Spencer's words and the way his hand absentmindedly traced circles on your thigh. There was something about Spencer that captivated you. 

Most people wouldn't expect him to quote romantic poems; they saw only the genius profiler, the encyclopedia of facts. But you knew the truth. Beneath his brilliant mind and analytical exterior, Spencer Reid was a romantic through and through.

He was perfect in his own unique way. His tousled hair, always slightly disheveled, and the way his eyes sparkled with excitement whenever he talked about something he loved, made your heart race. 

Spencer had a certain charm, an endearing blend of intellect and innocence. He was often clueless about the effect he had on you, and others, for that matter. His gestures of affection were genuine, uncalculated, stemming from pure love and admiration.

He had never harbored ill intentions; his love was pure and unwavering. He was the type to remember the smallest details about you (whether he wanted to or not he would always remember but still it was sweet).

As you lay there, your legs draped over his lap, you couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky. Spencer's hand continued its gentle patterns on your thigh, his touch a soothing reminder of his presence. He looked at you, eyes filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

"You know," you began, your voice soft, "most people wouldn't consider you a romantic."

Spencer's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Really? I never thought about it…”

You smiled, reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair from his forehead. "That's because you don't see yourself the way I do. You have this incredible way of making everything feel... special. Your love, it's like poetry in motion."

A faint blush crept up Spencer's cheeks, and he ducked his head, a shy smile playing on his lips. "I just... I want you to know how much you mean to me. Sometimes words are all I have."

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "And your words mean the world to me, Spencer. You mean the world to me."

Spencer's eyes softened, his hand still tracing gentle patterns on your thigh. "You mean the worlds to me," he whispered.

You both laughed softly, the warmth of the moment making everything feel even more special.

"Do you remember the rest of that poem?" you asked, a mischievous glint in your eye as you shifted your position, straddling Spencer's lap.

Spencer's smile widened, his hands instinctively moving to your hips. "You know I do," he said, chuckling softly.

Your heart skipped a beat at the way he looked at you, a blend of love and amusement. "Then, tell me. Start over." you urged, leaning in closer until your faces were just inches apart.

Spencer's eyes sparkled with the familiar light of his vast memory, but now there was something more—an awareness of the intimacy of the moment. 

"It was your birthday," he began again, his voice low and velvety.

“We had drunk and dined

Half of the night with our old friend

Who’d showed us in the end

To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.

Already I lay snug,

And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine, both from his words and the way his hands gently squeezed your hips. There was something incredibly hot about the way Spencer quoted poetry, the way the words flowed effortlessly from his lips. He had never thought about it that way, but it drove you wild.

“I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,

Suddenly, from behind,

In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:

Your instep to my heel,

My shoulder-blades against your chest.”

"That's so hot," you murmured, unable to resist pressing your lips to his. The kiss started soft and tender, but quickly deepened as the heat between you grew. Spencer suddenly broke it and continued.

“It was not sex, but I could feel

The whole strength of your body set,

Or braced, to mine,

And locking me to you

As if we were still twenty-two”

You couldn't help but be drawn to the soft, now raspier timbre of Spencer's voice. It was like music to your ears, a melody that stirred something deep within you. With each whispered word, each gentle breath, you felt yourself falling further under his spell.

As Spencer's hand continued its soothing motion on your thigh, you leaned in closer, your lips trailing feather-light kisses along his neck. You could feel the heat rising between you, a slow burn of desire that intensified with each passing moment.

His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as you continued your ministrations. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine and igniting a fire within you. You moved your hips in time with your kisses, a silent rhythm of passion and longing.

“When our grand passion had not yet

Become familial.

My quick sleep had deleted all

Of intervening time and place.

I only knew

The stay of your secure firm dry embrace.”

Spencer's breath hitched as your lips found that sweet spot just below his ear, and you reveled in the small gasp that escaped his lips. Lost in the moment, you let yourself be consumed by the heady sensation of being so close to him.

You could feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of your own. He broke the kiss just long enough to look into your eyes, his breath coming in soft pants. 

"I never realized poetry could have this effect," he admitted, a hint of wonder in his voice.

You smiled, your hands cupping his face. "It's not just poetry, Spencer. It's you. The way you speak, the way you touch me... It's all you."

Spencer's eyes darkened with desire, and he pulled you into another kiss, more passionate than before. His hands explored your body with a newfound confidence, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through you.

With trembling hands, you began to unbutton Spencer's shirt, your fingers fumbling slightly with each small button. His breath caught in his throat as you peeled away the fabric, revealing the expanse of his chest beneath.

Spencer's touch was gentle yet firm as he helped you remove his shirt, his fingers grazing your skin with an electric intensity that sent shivers down your spine. With each article of clothing shed, the desire between you burned hotter, a relentless flame threatening to consume you both.

When it came time to remove your pants, you reluctantly pulled away from Spencer's embrace, causing him to emit a soft sigh at the loss of contact. You couldn't help but smile at his reaction, the affectionate gesture only fueling your desire further.

Quickly, you shed your own clothes, feeling a rush of exhilaration as you stood before Spencer completely exposed, completely vulnerable. 

But there was no fear in that vulnerability, only a deep sense of trust and intimacy that bound you together. With a shared understanding of each other's desires, you quickly helped Spencer shed his pants, eager to feel his skin against yours once more.

As the last barrier between you fell away, you were left completely exposed, your bodies laid bare before each other. But in that moment, there was no room for self-consciousness or doubt, only the raw, unbridled passion that pulsed between you.

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, you lowered yourself back onto Spencer's lap, his hands finding purchase on your hips as he pulled you closer. 

The heat of his skin against yours sent sparks flying. And as your bodies came together in a tangle of limbs and desire, there was no room for doubt or hesitation, only the overwhelming need to be as close to each other as humanly possible.

You started to move your hips, the urgent rhythm of your movements causing your now hard cock to graze against Spencer's. He hissed in response, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through both of you.

“You okay?” you asked, your voice laced with concern as you pressed closer to him.

“Yes, please keep going,” Spencer murmured, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

With a nod, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him tightly against you as you resumed your grinding. His arms enveloped you in a strong embrace, his touch sending waves of heat radiating through your body.

The room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their desire, the air heavy with the intoxicating scent of your passion. The feel of Spencer's velvet skin against yours sent shivers down your spine, the sensation leaving you breathless and wanting more.

You were so close, the heat of your bodies pressing your cocks against your bellies, the friction sending sparks of pleasure. With each movement, you could hear the wet sounds of your bodies sliding against each other, the slickness of precum adding to the intensity of the moment. 

Beads of sweat formed on your skin, glistening in the dim light of the room as you both worked towards release.

Undeterred, you continued to grind against him, the need for release driving you forward. Spencer's gasps and moans filled the room, mingling with your own as you moved together in a frantic rhythm. Your hands roamed over each other's bodies, grasping and pulling, desperate for more of each other.

With each passing moment, the air filled with the scent of sex and sweat, the heady aroma only adding to the overwhelming desire. His hair became matted and messy, sticking to his skin as he lost himself in the heat of the moment.

And then, in a moment of pure ecstasy, you both tasted sweet release, your bodies tensing as you came together in a symphony of bliss. Waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless and spent, your bodies still pressed together in a tender embrace.

As you caught your breath, the room seemed to spin around you, the world reduced to nothing but the two of you lost in the aftermath. 

There was nothing else in the world but the two of you, locked in a dance of desire and devotion. And as you pressed your lips to his, the world fell away, leaving only the intoxicating warmth of him.

[cece693]

Pain (Lestat de Lioncourt x Male Vamp. Reader)

This small fic came to me while looking through Pinterest. You know those little 'aesthetic' quotes? Well, it came from this one specifically: 'I loved you even when it hurt.' This fic includes things from both the movie and TV show, so no specific Lestat was used for inspiration. Enjoy.

Summary: On the anniversary of his transformation, m/r can't help but remember his past: one that includes his ex-lover and sire, Lestat de Lioncourt.

M/n was tired. Though his outward appearance betrayed no signs of aging—no wrinkles, no gray hair, no creaking bones—the weight of centuries bore down on him. As he gazed at the midnight sun, a harbinger of his impending retreat to his coffin, m/n decided to indulge himself and spend more time out in the open. After all, this was the only time he could enjoy the new wonders of the world, yet this was not just any ordinary day. Tonight marked the anniversary of m/n's transformation into one of the undead.

Reflecting on the past, m/n reminisced about the persuasive allure of Lestat, the vampire who had sweet-talked his way around rationality, promising a life brimming with pleasure and abundance. In the initial decades, it was a splendid existence.

Lestat had a way of making m/n feel truly special. The once mundane aspects of mortal life were now elevated to extraordinary heights in the vampiric realm, and Lestat made sure m/n felt the full extent of his newfound powers.

There were moonlit strolls through shadowy alleyways, where Lestat shared the secrets of their immortal world. He spoke of the intoxicating thrill of the hunt, the taste of forbidden blood, and the freedom that came with transcending the limitations of mortality. Lestat created a world where every moment felt like an eternity of bliss. However, m/n should've known his novelty would wear off.

Lestat was a man driven by desire and ambition, wanting to taste the newest and finest things in life. What would m/n offer to such a monster who had already taken everything? So when Lestat's attention was redirected to another human named Louis, m/n felt pain.

He was angry at Lestat for casting him aside, yet the blame couldn't be placed on him alone—m/n should've known that a creature such as Lestat could never be tied down, despite how much he proclaimed to love you. So, when the ethereally beautiful vampire introduced Louis as his newest creation, a realization dawned on m/n. Lestat wasn't his anymore.

And Louis, the unwitting figure in their love triangle, bore no blame for his and Lestat's fallout. M/n grappled with conflicting emotions, attempting to cultivate hatred towards the vampire who seemed to have stolen Lestat away. Yet, against his own efforts, all he could muster was pity. For as much as Louis and Lestat showcased their 'love' through tender kisses and clandestine touches, m/n saw through the facade.

In the quiet moments when Lestat thought no one was watching, m/n observed the flickers of longing and boredom in the vampire's blue eyes. It became evident that the passion between Louis and him, while palpable, was also marred by perpetual restlessness. Not even months into Louis' stay did the cracks in their relationship begin to manifest themselves.

"Out with Antoinette?" Louis would hiss, the accusatory tone hanging heavy in the air, ensuing another argument between the two. As the discord between Louis and Lestat escalated, M/n found himself unwittingly becoming a refuge for Lestat. The vampire, seeking solace in the familiar, turned to M/n whenever the storms of conflict raged with Louis. In those moments of anger, Lestat was M/n's again, yet it also drove him to the brink of madness and unhappiness.

He had days, if lucky, where things would go back to how they were—a semblance of the love they once shared. But whenever the storms settled between Louis and Lestat, m/n would be relegated to loneliness once more. One day, unable to bear the emotional rollercoaster any longer, he confronted Lestat. The air was thick with tension as they stood facing each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily between them.

"You can't keep doing this, Lestat." M/n pleaded, the frustration and anguish evident in his voice. "Keep me here when you clearly love Louis. How would you like it if I were to do the same?"

M/n regretted saying anything as Lestat's eyes darkened, and a snarl emerged on the vampire's lips. In a sudden, swift motion, Lestat pinned m/n to the wall, his grip firm and possessive. The room seemed to close in as Lestat hissed, "You belong to me."

"I don't belong to anyone." M/n retorted, anger engulfing his body.

Lestat laughed coldly in his face, grip tightening, he smirked. "That's where you're wrong, love," he taunted, his voice dripping with both amusement and cruelty. "I own you…"

The possessive declaration sent a chill down m/n's spine, his anger giving way to a growing sense of unease. Lestat's dark laughter reverberated in the confined space, echoing the shifting power dynamics between them. Trapped against the wall, m/n felt the weight of Lestat's control, a dominance that left him conflicted and vulnerable.

Lestat's smirk widened, his gaze predatory as he continued, "You're mine to protect, mine to control. I've tasted your blood, felt your heartbeat sync with mine. You're bound to me in ways you can't comprehend."

M/n, trapped against the wall, felt a cold chill run down his spine at Lestat's words. The once cherished intimacy between them now felt like chains, binding M/n to a fate he hadn't fully understood.

In a moment of intense emotion, Lestat, fueled by the strange dance of power and desire, leaned in, capturing m/n's lips in a possessive kiss. The meeting of their mouths was both a declaration of dominance and a desperate attempt of Lestat's to re-establish his control over m/n.

Perhaps, in his pursuit of novelty and excitement, he had unknowingly neglected his first creation in favor of the alluring Louis. However, what neither m/n nor Louis knew was that, hidden beneath the layers of Lestat's charismatic exterior, there existed a capacity for love.

As Lestat's lips sought dominance in the heated kiss, there was an intricate play of emotions beneath the surface.

The neglect that m/n had felt wasn't an absence of love but rather a reflection of Lestat's internal struggle to navigate the complexities of immortal relationships. Lestat, a vampire with a history of numerous lovers, had reveled in the pleasures of passion without feeling a deep emotional connection—until m/n entered the picture. Even his intense relationship with Louis didn't compare to the profound connection he shared with m/n.

As the intensity of their heated kiss began to wane, Lestat pulled away, his eyes fixed on m/n with a mixture of possessiveness and intensity. "If you dare to run away," Lestat whispered, "Know that I'll drag you back to my side. And that's a promise."

[dumplingsfordays]

30 strales

blade x florist!gn!reader

genre - fluff

summary - after you fall down into some metal buckets in your flower shop, a certain raven-haired customer happens to be walking by and helps you clean up.

cw!: swearing, blade kinda wants to murder you but ends up changing his mind because he likes uuu <3

note - i hc that blade smells like citrus. no, you're not getting an explanation, sorry lol.

and as always, thank you for reading!

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When you got your job as a florist at Petals and Pollen, you didn't expect this many people to talk to you - you were just there to make bouquets, but most of the time when someone came up to you to ask for a recommendation or advice on what flowers to give someone, your conversations would end in 'hey, are you free this week? I know a great coffee shop that you'd like' or 'there's this cute bookstore a few blocks away, wanna go there together sometime?' or just straight-up 'do you want to go on a date?'. Of course, you weren't angry or anything, but a part of you felt annoyed. Did these people come up to you only because they thought that you look nice, or did they actually want to get a bouquet and they picked up on your personality midway?

Either way, you always declined. You weren't really interested right now, and besides, you had stuff to do. Planning dates wasn't exactly part of your job description anyway.

But one cold autumn afternoon during a thunderstorm, a rather peculiar man entered the shop - his expression wasn't one of boredom or neutrality like most other patrons, it was one of rigid, almost angry determination. He stomped up to the counter with quick steps, long navy hair flowing behind him as he stopped suddenly in front of the counter.

"How do I say 'fuck you' in flower?" he growls. "Use any flowers you need. I have the money."

You blink a couple of times in surprise at the taller man, processing his request. You knew flower language, it's just that you were wondering who it could possibly be for - a nasty coworker? A disrespectful teacher or boss?

Deciding not to dwell on it, you nod and get to arranging the bouquet. From some nearby stands, you pick out some geraniums, foxglove, meadowsweet, and orange lilies, cradling the flowers in the inside nook of your elbow. You place them in a clear glass vase and tie them together with a sunset-red silk ribbon. You feel the man's eyes linger on your fingers as they knot the ribbon in a bow, and finally, you finish the bouquet and hand it to the man.

"120 strales, please," you say, pressing a few buttons on the cash register. The man quirks an eyebrow.

"No dahlias?"

"Dahlias? Why would you need dahlias?"

"Ka- I mean, I read that they meant disappointment."

You sigh. "Well, that book must've been wrong. Dahlias are a symbol of commitment, not disappointment. I think the author must've meant to write "yellow carnations", but I don't know how you would mix it up that bad. Should I add them?"

"No, that's fine." The man slides you the payment and, grabbing the bouquet, storms out the glass door to the shop.

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"Fuck!" he mutters under his breath as he speedwalks angrily through the crowded streets of Xianzhou, his delicate bouquet gently cradled in his arms. What the hell was Kafka thinking? He was going to bring this to the General as quote unquote "thanks", and she tricked him? Oh, he was going to kill her when he came back.

But this florist was rather... different than others he'd been to in search of a "fuck you" bouquet. They had a special sort of air about them, an air that he couldn't quite pinpoint but knew that it was addicting. Well, maybe not addicting - he just wanted to see them again, that's all.

Wait, see them again? No, he didn't do that sort of thing, he never wanted to up and start conversation with some random stranger that he saw once while buying flowers. He didn't spontaneously show up at their doorstep and ask what their name was - he only did that to his victims, and in this case, this person wasn't a victim. He barely even knew who they were (with the exception of the obvious title of "florist".)

What if they would become his victim, then? He would have a chance to talk to them without feeling guilty of doing so, and maybe murder them at the end. That's what happens to everyone anyways, how was one less person in the world going to impact him?

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The next day, a few hours after opening time, you see him again. He's calmer than yesterday, opening the door to your shop with a small squeak and taking his time to look around at the flowers you have on display. He pauses next to a small tin pail of yellow pansies.

"Those are pansies," you note. He turns his head sharply to meet your gaze with those blood-red eyes and turns back to the flowers.

"They're pretty," he says under his breath, lifting one out of the pail and examining its petals. "What do they mean?"

You can't read his expression at all - it's just neutral, with a small hint of fascination that immediately vanishes when he puts it back.

"They mean 'I'm thinking of you'," you reply as you pull some leaves off the stem of a tulip and throw them into a paper bag. He blinks in response and continues examining the various flowers, finally coming over to your counter a couple minutes later.

"I'd like some daffodils, please." He slides over 230 strales.

"The largest bouquet costs 200, you can keep the extra 30."

He stares at the currency in silence as you pick out the freshest daffodils and bind them together with a pale yellow ribbon, adding some white lace frills into the midst. You hand him the bouquet and he looks up at the nametag pinned to your left.

"y/n," you say. "Nice to meet you too, um..."

"Blade."

"Blade, okay."

You give a small, awkward smile. He takes the rather large bouquet from your hands and leaves the extra 30 strales, which you grab and run after him with as he leaves the shop.

"Blade! Blade!" you yell as you run after him. "You forgot your-"

He's gone, blended in with the crowd, probably, but you daren't go look - you have a business to run, and you already see some potential customers approaching the establishment. You decide to wait for him - if he comes back tomorrow, you'll give him the strales back.

As you're making a rose bouquet for a middle-aged man in a grey suit and tie, Blade pops into your mind again. His eyes were... eerily captivating, like bloodied dark iron magnets that pulled your gaze toward him. Combined with the fact that he was hard to read, and that you've never seen him before in your life, made him the most mysterious person that you'd ever interacted with. But a part of you wanted to see him again, to talk to him, to find out who he really was and what he was doing in your shop in the first place. Guess you'd have to see tomorrow.

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Tomorrow was a mess.

You estimated that about 200 customers came in, most leaving with flowers in hand, and to your disappointment, none of them were the dark-haired, red-eyed, "fuck you"-bouquet-ordering man who somehow forgot that he'd left 30 strales lying on your counter before yesterday. By the time you had shut your doors, the floor was completely littered with little pieces of leaves and small, multicolored petals. Guess you had to stay after to clean up.

You pulled out your best weapon, a wide mop, from the cleaning closet in the corner and got to work. Pulling it along the tiled floor, you decided that it was rather boring to mop in silence, and pulled out another one of your favorite items - a pair of headphones, which you promptly connected to your phone and resumed mopping, now with a spring in your step. This spring turned into occasional hopping, which then turned into full-on dancing as you got caught up in the music.

Blade was watching all this unfold outside your shop, standing in the darkness and staring dumbfoundedly through the glass window. He was planning on murdering you tonight - it was horrifying that you were dancing so carefreely, without even noticing his piercing gaze on your moving form.

Abandoning the mop, you grabbed onto a column and twirled around it several times in musical glee before tragedy struck and you fell into a shelf of those goddamn tin buckets. Luckily they didn't have flowers in them, but they still hurt like a bitch - you tried pulling yourself up, only to fall down again and wince in pain as the metal edges of the buckets dug into your skin. Your legs are probably going to be covered in bruises the next morning.

You hear the door open with its signature squeak and a sinking feeling of embarrassment flooded your system.

"Need help?" the navy-haired man standing in the doorway askes, stone-faced. He stared at your trapped form blankly as you gaped at him.

"It's nine, no- ten in the evening," you stammer out, "how are you here?"

"Passing by." He feels a strange pang of guilt when lying to you. "You didn't answer my question."

You swallow and look around helplessly before replying reluctantly. "Yes, please."

Blade walks into the shop and grabs you by your hands, hoisting you up with ease onto your legs for a second before catching you when your knees buckle almost instantaneously. He sighs, lifts you up, and carries you to the nearest chair, setting you down like a fragile vase.

Blade's touch was comforting, and he smells like citrus, which is a very unexpected scent for him to have in your opinion. You thought that he might've smelled like- wait, why were you even thinking about this? The way in which his lowkey kinda attractive strong arms carried you was completely irrelevant to the current situation - why was your brain hung up on this while the poor guy has to clean up after you?

Speaking of cleaning up, he was almost done. He was now putting the mop back in the closet, and after he shut the door, you took this moment of silence to ask a question.

"Can you carry me upstairs, please? Just to my bed."

He freezes. You desperately hope that it's not a bad thing - your legs are starting to actually hurt and you don't think that you can carry yourself up a flight of stairs.

Luckily for you, he walks over and scoops you into his arms once more, carrying you with relative ease to the wooden stairs, which creak a little under your combined weight. You loop your hands around his neck as you climb up, holding on for dear life. When he reaches the second floor you thank him quietly, and he returns the gesture with a nod, turning on the lights by raising his knee up to flick the switch. The hallway fills with a golden light, and when you point to the door to your room, he heads there.

You hope that your room doesn't seem too messy - there's plants everywhere (which probably isn't that much of a surprise given that you're a florist) and the occasional book is lying on every wide surface like your desk and the bookshelf. Blade strides over to the bed in one corner, moving a leather-bound book aside titled "A Complete Collection of Native Bee Species" when he lifts the blanket. He sets you down onto the mattress with that same gentleness and you lean into the pillow, eyes already drooping shut at its softness. You turn your back towards him, and he takes this as a signal to remove your apron, which he hangs on a nearby chair. You, in your near-sleepiness, hear him sigh as he turns off the lights and closes the door, leaving you to drift away in peace. The scent of citrus lingers in your mind.

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The next day, as you're setting up shop, you find a note on the counter, written in black pen and a quick hand.

Locked front + back doors. Exited through window, keep the 30 strales.

[thatfandomslut]

I Will Always Take Care of You

Regina George x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Trigger Warnings: cursing, descriptions of being sick (flu symptoms like vomiting, coughing, fatigue, etc.)

Request:

Valentine's / Followers Celebration Request; Regina George w/ quote 33 and piece of chocolate 4. Or; “You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love… I love… I love you.” w/ sick

Valentine's / Followers Celebration requests are closed.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what to expect when her girlfriend called, begging her to come over because she was sick. Typically, (Y/n) could be categorized as extremely germophobic. However, when it came to Regina, she found herself speeding over and hesitating as she entered her home with a mask, gloves, and Lysol. Maybe it was a bit extreme, but she couldn't help the fact she hated being sick or receiving germs herself. Entering Regina's room, it didn't seem like the blonde minded. Instead, she cheered happily while being visibly loopy. Her nose was red and a bit chapped, her trash can (and around her trash can) was full of tissues.

She began to feel a bit guilty about all of the preventative measures she was going through to not get sick before Regina began to blow her nose. (Y/n) withheld her cringe, knowing the feeling all too well before she got to work. She replaced Regina's trash can, got her more tissues, and then got her a warm washcloth for her forehead. "Here you go, baby," (Y/n) placed the washcloth onto Regina's forehead, gently tossing away for gloves so she could cup Regina's cheeks softly. "Do you want me to make you soup?" She questioned softly, and Regina nodded sleepily.

Despite the mask, (Y/n) placed a gentle kiss on Regina's forehead, walking out to prepare some chicken noodle soup for her flu and her soul. Her mother always said that she made the best chicken noodle soup. (Y/n) checked to see what she was working with and was happy to know that the majority of ingredients were in attendance as she began to prep her soup. She would often take breaks to check on Regina, who was taking a nap. Which is what (Y/n) wanted. Regina looked exhausted, even more so when she was asleep. When the soup was done, she prepared a bowl for Regina and walked up the stairs.

Unfortunately, she found Regina's bed to be empty, but the sounds of retching are what helped guide (Y/n) to her girlfriend's whereabouts. She placed the bowl down on Regina's nightstand, placing napkins underneath it to prevent a ring from forming. As she entered the restroom, she gently helped Regina get the hair out of her face, tying it in the scrunchie (Y/n) saw on the counter. Once Regina had finished vomiting, she leaned back into (Y/n), trying to reach for her water bottle. (Y/n) grabbed it for her wiping the hair from her clammy forehead.

"I'm sorry that I called you here. I know how you are with germs. I'm grateful you came, though." There was a scratchiness to Regina's voice, tears still brimming her eyes delicately. (Y/n) wiped a stray tear and Regina's forehead fell against her shoulder gently. (Y/n) was about to speak as she wrapped her arms around Regina, but the girl in front of her beat her to it. "Thank you for coming, babe. Thank you for coming to take care of me."

(Y/n) pulled away, lowering the mask a bit to kiss Regina's forehead and then cheek. "Baby, I will always take care of you. Now, let's get you to your bed. If you're still up for it, I did make you that soup." (Y/n) helped Regina to bed, helping her eat her soup as Pride and Prejudice played in the background. "Oh! This is my favorite scene. 'You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love… I love… I love you, Regina.'" (Y/n) quoted easily, adding in Regina's name playfully, making Regina smile a bit at how cute (Y/n) was. It really warmed her heart that (Y/n) came, despite being such a germophobe.

In fact, a little giggle escaped her lips (that she had to pass off as nothing) when she thought of when (Y/n) and she went to the mall and she refused to ride the escalator because she didn't feel safe since she refused to hold onto the railing. Regina swore she had never walked up and down so many flights of stairs. Regina began to feel sleepy again after she finished the soup. "You are magic," she whispered softly. "I love you, too, (Y/n). I'm so lucky to have someone as caring as you in my life." The sleep in her voice was evident but she forced her eyes to stay open.

"Baby, if you're tired, you should go to sleep. You're not going to heal properly if you don't get enough rest." She had been caught red-handed. But she knew (Y/n) was right. (Y/n) placed the bowl to the side, moving the sheets beside Regina. The action surprised Regina thoroughly, but she didn't reject the cuddle advance. Instead, she took (Y/n)'s invitation and allowed herself to be held. She bit back a soft smile, thinking about how far they've grown as a couple. "Goodnight, my love. I'll be here when you wake up. If not in your bed, I'll be cleaning up."

The thought of (Y/n) leaving their cuddle session while she was sick almost made her emotional. That was mostly due to how crappy she felt though. "Please don't get up to clean. We can do it in the morning. Just stay here with me. You can put on whatever movie you want, but you're so warm and I'm so cold. All I want right now is to be in your arms." Regina all but whined, pouting softly against (Y/n)'s neck, in which she was buried in the crook of.

(Y/n) smiled softly, rubbing her back. "Okay, my love, I'll stay." She assured Regina, singing softly to help lull her girlfriend to sleep. She knew she had achieved this when she heard Regina's breathing grow a bit heavier. She couldn't help but feel her eyelids grow heavier at the comforting sound of her girlfriend's breathing. It wasn't long before (Y/n) joined in on the nap, not caring that she was breaking all of her mental rules of germaphobia. She had braved her fear just for Regina, wanting to make sure she was comfortable through the discomforts of having the flu.

[realisticjupiter]

Hiii I hope you're doing well this fine evening:) I was wondering if you can write chishiya that notice this one beach resident (reader) that keeps staring at him and at first he thinks that she's planning some evil schemes or something but no he just finds out with his super detective skills she's drawing him. Alot. And ends up confronting her about it. Thank you sooo much xoxo.

ꔫ ⸝⸝ summary: chishiya always seemed to catch you in the act. what was the act? he needed to know.

ꔫ ⸝⸝ pairing: chishiya x gn!reader

ꔫ ⸝⸝ genre: fluff

ꔫ ⸝⸝ warnings: none

ꔫ ⸝⸝ word count: 931

A/N: this was a little rushed but i hope you still like it!

It started off as what Chishiya hoped to be a coincidence. When he'd catch your gaze and you'd walk away; like a guilty dog.

He could tell you've gained more confidence when you'd stare right back at him and continue the soft movements of your wrist on the notebook you had laid on your lap.

Then it became more frequent, like you'd been following him and knew everywhere he'd be.

At some point he thought he was the one following you.

He couldn't pull away when he saw you again. Up on a balcony with the ability to look at every other beach resident, but every time you looked up--your eyes were on him.

He had given you the nickname 'Stalker' when talking to Kuina about it. And Kuina happened to be the one who put the paranoid thought that you were plotting an evil scheme against him.

Honestly, it could make sense. The constant writing, the more frequent encounters. What else would it be?

Chishiya, the curious cat. Far too curious for his own good the way he made his way back inside the Beach. Fast and large footsteps going towards where he saw you. Hoping he'd catch you before you'd disappear again.

But just with his luck, the chair you once sat in was empty. He took smaller steps to walk deeper inside the balcony, looking down to see your perspective.

Chishiya turned around, eyeing the chair that he wanted to stuff in an evidence bag and get it tested for anything and everything to figure out who you were.

He kneeled down, bringing his hand out to grab onto the black piece that felt like chalk on his fingers.

It was charcoal. Why did you have charcoal?

And as smart as Chishiya was. He now realized every theory he had, was now wrong just by this small piece in his hand.

He stood back up, studying the charcoal under his intimidating gaze as if it would talk to him with words.

You were an artist. At least, that's what it seemed like. Someone plotting on his demise wouldn't be writing a plan in charcoal. But rather draw a picture, like a face they could see daily.

That was his face.

Now he really wanted to find you; more than before. He wanted to ask you if he was right, and then maybe you'd show him your art with a smile.

He thought about that charcoal piece since he had woken up. And he realized maybe he could see the way other people viewed him, outside of his life and onto a piece of paper.

Catching you in the act seemed easy in his mind. He went to the same place every morning, and he'd see you there too. But instead of being on his side of the room, he'd sneak up behind you. Startle you, then help you up before taking that charcoal piece out of his pocket and into your view.

Sometimes he scared himself how easy it was to predict other people's moves, it felt like he had some sort of superpower.

Because that's exactly what happened.

You jumped to the sound of his voice, "Stalking again?" His voice husky, but soft as he spoke with a grin.

"Maybe?" You spoke as if it was question towards him, afraid you had made him uncomfortable.

"Maybe?" His grin grew larger when he quoted your words back to you, bringing out that charcoal piece you left behind.

You put on a shy smile when you saw it, reaching your hand out to grab it before he pulled away.

"It took me a while to find out what you were doing." Chishiya spoke, looking around your body to try and spot that notebook you carried around.

"It's only fair you show me what you were really doing." He cleared his throat after the words left his mouth, his eyes going back to yours to study your expression.

"That's true..." You chuckled, "I guess that is fair." You sighed, taking the notebook out of the satchel that rested on your body.

You handed it to him. You didn't need to show him a certain page, the entire notebook was just filled with him and maybe someone who was standing beside him if you got bored.

He noticed a few of him and Kuina, noticing the perfect strokes of led or charcoal that stained the white pages.

"These are better than I thought they would be." He hummed honestly, slowly flicking through the pages and taking in everything they offered.

"Thanks." You nodded, "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable... Or anything. I'm not good at talking to people. And you're quite satisfying to draw." You explained through a nervous lump in your throat. Your fingers fidgeting with each other as they rested above your thigh.

"I'm not uncomfortable." He shook his head, finally peeling his eyes away to look at yours. "I thought you were trying to kill me at first." He shrugged, looking back down.

"Oh," You nervously laughed, trying to wait patiently for him to hand it back.

"Where'd you learn how to draw?" He asked curiously, finally closing the notebook and handing it back to your shaking hands.

You shrugged, "Just something I taught myself over the years." You explained, stuffing the notebook into your bag.

"If you ever draw me again, you should show me." He wasn't suggesting it, he was hoping it.

You nodded before watching him walk away, only realizing he hadn't given the charcoal piece to you until he was out of sight.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[sf1enjoyer]

~A dream come true~

Part 1 of a LN series: New Start

Word count:2112 words

Themes:fluff, friendship, love

@fishyfishersticks

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

You have been dreaming of getting into F1 even though you were a girl and a lot of people around you told you that this sport was brutal,that you wouldn't be able to get to F1 but here you were, signing your contract with McLaren. You've been into their visor and they finally gave you the opportunity once Daniel's contract was over. You were over the moon and of course, you immediately passed the news on to your parents and friends who were all so proud of you.

You were looking forward to working with a team with such a history and to meeting your teammate Lando Norris. You knew he was a nice guy and that soothed your nerves knowing you won't have a teammate who breathed on your neck for every mistake. After the driver lineup has been announced, you got the chance to go to your first free practice. You were nervous, really nervous. Daniel tried calming your nerves, reassuring you that it'll be okay. It was your first drive for this team and in an F1 car and panicking didn't really help, so you kept trying to calm your nerves with motivational quotes:

"Come on Y/N it's going to be fine. The last thing you need is to crash so just stay calm... it's not your first time driving.."

You were getting dressed into your fireproofs they gave you and the McLaren racing suit. You'd be lying if you said the suit didn't fit you, and just imagining it being yours next year gave you a spark of hope and reminded you that they signed you because they saw something in you.

Like you usually do before an important race you plug a bit of music into your earbuds to help you relax. You were distracted and didn't hear the soft knock on your door, and then the footsteps of someone entering. You jumped when you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around in such a panicked manner that your earbuds almost flew out of your ears.

"Jesus Christ! Can you not do that?"

You talk and then you see him.

Lando. With his goofy grin just looking at you.

"Easy there. Sorry for startling you but I just wanted to come in and make sure you're okay. I saw you were pretty nervous earlier"

*Your gaze softens a bit, your heart rate slowing down after the previous jump scare*

"I- Yeah..yeah I'm fine thanks. I calmed down a bit since then."

He nods slightly and replies

"That's good. I wanted to tell you that there's no pressure 'kay? It's just a free practice and it's your first one. No one will take your head if you aren't the fastest. You got this yeah?"

He gave you a reassuring smile and a pat on your back, which surprisingly helped you

"Yeah, you're right.. thanks."

"Welcome to the team newbie. Good luck!"

He says as he leaves and soon after you come out of your driver's room, all suited up and a bit more sure of yourself

You do your warmup, get into the car, insert your steering wheel and prepare yourself

Once it's go time you try to get a feel of the car at first, not going too fast. After gathering the courage to hit the gas you give your all to get a good lap since Hungaroring wasn't a track foreign to you. You often drove there on your sim and you enjoyed it since you've had a few F2 victories there.

You ended the practice coming in p 12

Not too bad, but not too appealing either when you had high standards.

After you get out of the car you get congratulated by your future team, telling you you've done a good job.

12 out of 20 wasn't so bad , right?

You couldn't help but still be a bit disappointed, thinking you could've done better but it is what it is.

Lando walks up to you, hair a bit messy from keeping it in the balaclava and the helmet

"Good job rookie. You did well, see? Don't be so panicked next time" and just as quickly as he came to congratulate you he left.

From there the season passed quickly. You attended more free practices, improved your time and overall your confidence of being part of the team in the upcoming season grew.

You made friends and got really close with one of the team engineers, Mia. She was a sweetheart and you guys became best friends quickly. You needed her she helped you and vice versa.

You've also grown closer to Daniel, Lando and many other drivers on the grid. This environment soon felt like home, getting along with everyone and even receiving advice from the older drivers, especially Lewis. You weren't the first rookie to be a victim of his advice and you can't complain since he was a huge figure in your career and he knew what he was talking about.

The current season quickly passed, you were attending more free practices, improved your time and finally, it was your time to shine. Time to prove that you worked hard to be here and that you were offered a contract for a reason.

Here came your first race of the 2023 season. Bahrain Sakhir.

After a smooth qualifying, you managed to somehow shoot a p10 on the grid. Surprising even for yourself.

Lando walked up to you about 30 minutes before the race

"How are you feeling new girl?"

"Nervous."

"You'll be okay. You were good in qualifying. The top then for your first quali is really good. You've got talent so don't waste it scaring yourself with what-ifs, alright? You'll do fine"

"Thank you, Lando."

Lando was the talkative type. Always hyped you up when you needed it and lightened the mood with his stupid jokes. You appreciated that. People say he has a small interest in you but you never believe that. He barely knew you. What excited you though, is the fact that Mia was your engineer. It felt good to have a familiar and trusted face guiding you.

You got dressed, warmed up, got in the car and you were moved towards the grid. The formation lap was just a warmup, the stress growing and once it was lights out you blocked anything else out and focused on driving.

Mia talked to you through the radio, guided you throughout the race and called the pit stops.

You had a decent start, gaining a position in turn one and later in the race overtook Esteban Ocon. The pace was good and pit stops went smoothly. With those two positions lost due to the pit stop, you pulled through and finished on the 9th.

You wished to step on that podium, and have people cheering for you but it was too early for that unless you were some secret formula one god,which you weren't so you took the result and kept working hard to climb higher. Your teammate occupied a respectable p3 and you were happy for him, watched him step on the podium designated for his place, Charles taking p2 and Max p1. After the champagne celebration, the drivers on the podium went for the team celebrations and photos. I was pleasantly surprised to see my name on that small board and a +2 underneath it, marking the fact that I scored two points on this race, on my first race. I was congratulated by the team, and Lando approached me as well.

"First drive and already delivering in style? Color me impressed. You did so well on track Y/N."

"Thank you, Lando. Oh and congratulations on your podium mate" I say as I pat his back

"I appreciate it. I was thinking of going for dinner with Max, Charles and Carlos. Wanna come?"

"I don't know..I mean it's your night, don't wanna ruin the fun"

"You aren't running anything, I swear."

You contemplate for a bit. Dinner wouldn't hurt right now and it's not like you were going with people you didn't know.

"Okay. Can I bring Mia though?"

"Of course. She's welcome to come. I'll be at your door at 7 just so you know if you decide to come"

"Okay. Count me in"

You quickly call Mia, make sure she wants to come and then you quickly go get ready in your room, calling your friend over

You decided to put on some flared jeans, and a white button-up that fit your body and made your chest pop a bit more, but it was subtle. You put on jewelry, do your hair, put on makeup and chat with Mia during the process.

Mia looks at you a chuckles softly

"Who are you trying to impress? I haven't seen you dressed this fancy since I met you" she teases you

"No one, just thought it was about time I showed off my closet, no?" You joke

"You look good. Keep doing it Y/N."

And just as Lando said, you heard a knock on your door at 7 pm. Not a minute more, not a minute less and you open the door.

His face lights up slightly and takes in your appearance

"Trying to make an impression I see. You guys look lovely" he compliments both you and Mia. You walk downstairs with him, meeting Max who brought Kelly, Charles with Alexandra and Carlos alone since Rebecca was busy. You shared your greetings and then left the hotel and headed towards the restaurant.

When you got there, you sat down, and ordered your food and there couldn't be a Max win without some drinks so you ordered wine as well.

You had a good night, laughed a lot and ate well and now you were tired as hell. All you wanted was to sleep for a whole day if it was possible. Mia distanced a bit from the guys and you followed her since she said she had something to tell you.

"Did you see the way Lando was looking at you all night?"

You raise an eyebrow, confused.

"What? He didn't look at me what do you mean?"

"Y/N I'm sorry to say this but you're blind as shit. He couldn't take his eyes off you." She elbows you and smiles slightly

"Okay and you're crazy.." you shoot back at her but in a joking manner, still not entirely believing her words about Lando.

But she was not. For the past months, Lando kept trying to get closer to you, inviting you to dinner from time to time with his friends and you eventually infiltrated into that group of friends. It was nice. Your career was going well, you had people to support you by your side. What else could you need?

As usual, you wake up with a good morning text from Lando. It wasn't new or weird. You thought it was sweet of him and you replied back after you woke up properly.

"Morning to you too."

"How are you feeling after last night's party?"

"Man don't even remind me. My head is going to explode. Good thing we're on break"

"You wanna go golfing one of these days?"

You raise an eyebrow at his question and really think about it since you rarely play golf and the truth is that you're shit at it. You still agree since your schedule was kinda boring and you needed to fill it out with activities

"I'm down but just so you know, I'm absolute trash when it comes to golfing"

"Don't worry Y/N, there's a start for everything"

"I know, I know. Who else is coming?"

"I was thinking just us two?"

Sure you went out with Lando plenty but this is the first time he's asked you to go alone. Just you and him with no other voice to bother you

"Alright. I'm okay with it. Tell me the time and I'll be there"

"We're going in pretty early so I'll be picking you up at 9. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good. 9 works for me"

"Well then it's a date" he adds a winking face at the end of the sentence and then plays it off as a joke

"Golf date between friends yep."

And that's when it started. Lando gave you more attention, wanted to spend more time with you and you've been told that maybe he fancied you the slightest bit. But what did you do? You never believed any of those words, always coming up with what seemed rational excuses for him wanting to spend that much time together.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

(More of the Queen Adam story)

*Lilith looking at the newspaper celebrating the continued peace between Heaven and Hell, the picture was of her former husband Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell with his new Queen, Adam, who was also Lilith’s husband, the couple looked so happy and in love that it made Lilith sick with envy just looking at them, what made it even worse was the quotes from Charlie calling Adam her mother, she wasn’t really in love with Lucifer, more like she loved the adoration he had given her and the power that came with being his Queen*

Lilith: That fool is having what I should have, I will take back what is mine.

*at the Royal Morningstar Manor Adam put the crown for the Queen of Hell on his head, it went so well with his short brown hair and horns that was one of the markers of him being a fallen angel, Adam was dressed in a black and gold suit that really showed off his eyes that looked like molten gold, he smiled and looked down at the pregnancy test showing that he was pregnant again and he couldn’t wait to tell his Luci about it, they had four beautiful children and he couldn’t wait for more, just then the door opened and four children ran in, three of them were girls and one was a boy, the triplets Lyra, Lydia, and Luke who were six, and his little girl Avery who was five, Adam quickly hid the pregnancy test and knelt so the kids could hug him*

Adam: My babies.

Lucifer: They are just as beautiful as their mother.

*Adam blushed when he looked up and saw Lucifer standing in the doorway, the fallen archangel was the most beautiful man Adam had ever seen and that man was his King and his husband, Adam smiled, they were about to go to a royal gala and Adam wanted to tell Lucifer the big news there*

Adam: Don’t forget, you also contributed to how beautiful they are.

*Lucifer went over to Adam and helped him up*

Lucifer: We should go, you know how I love to show off my Queen.

*Adam blushed and smiled while he giggled a little, Lucifer loved to show off his Queen*

Adam: Alright kids, be good for your brother Cain and make sure Farly is taken care of.

*the four kids cheerfully cried out that they would while Lucifer walked out with Adam to the limo to take them to the Gala not knowing that an unwelcome guest was about to bring chaos*

Adam couldn't wait to tell Luicfer about the baby. He knew he would be just as excited as he was.

Their little garden was growing even more.

Adam: So after your annual speech, I have an announcement that I would like to make.

Luicfer: Oh really? And what would that be?

Adam: Nope! Not telling, it's a surprise. A good one I promise.

Luicfer got a mischievous smile on his face: You won't tell me now?

Adam shook his head playfully: That would defeat the purpose of it being a surprise silly.

Lucifer took his hand and kissed up his arm: And I can't sway you to tell me?~

Adam giggled, he loved when his husband did this but it always tickled.

Adam: You'll just have to wait like everyone else.

Lucifer: Staying firm. I respect that. Then I look forward to your surprise my dear.

They shared a quick kiss before getting out of the limo, the paparazzi were in full swing on the red carpet. Everyone wanted a picture of Hell's King and Queen.

Once inside, Adam and Lucifer greeted and shook hands with everyone they came across.

Lucifer and Adam went to the stage to give their opening ceremony speeches.

Lucifer welcomed everyone, thanking them for being here tonight and hoping they all have a good time.

Lucifer: And now my husband has some exciting news to share.

Adam: Thank you dear. As you all know, the royal family is a big one. Well, come this spring it's going to get even bigger. As we are expecting our fifth child.

The room erupted into cheers and congratulations.

Lucifer: Oh my father! For real?

Adam: For real my King.

They share a kiss.

Lilith: How touching.

Adam and Lucifer pull away and stare dumbfounded at the former Queen. The room goes silent and tense from the once happy mood.

Adam and Lucifer: Lilith!?!

[grimm-the-tiger]

Misadventures with Google Translate

I put Life Series quotes through Google Translate too many times. Please help me, I can't stop.

The Names

Bdubs -> Bduby

BigB -> Capital B

Cleo -> Language

Etho -> line

Gem -> Decoration

Grian -> Shooter

Impulse -> Road

Jimmy -> Jimmy

Joel -> Hurrah

Lizzie -> Lizzie

Martyn -> Martyne

Mumbo -> Explosives

Pearl -> Beer

Ren -> Ren

Scar -> Right

Scott -> Scott

Skizz -> Writing

Tango -> Background

The Watcher -> Inspector

Some highlights

Scott: this house Jimmy: And street. [Original line: "It's home?" "Home."]

Language: Be good to me: die for me. [Original line: "Do me a favor: Die for me."]

Lizzie: And I left this world the same way I entered it: troubled. [Original line: "And so I left this world just as I had entered it: confused."]

Shooter: Scar, I think we are spirit descendants and you are too busy catching fairies!! [Original line: "Scar, I think we're soulmates and you're too busy chasing fairies!"]

Scott: They tear up carpets and kill farm animals. It immediately burst into lava. [Original line: "They break carpet and kill cows. And they mine straight down into lava."]

Language: Look, if you have a lost father, you might lose it? [Original line: "Look, if you're gonna be an absent father, could you be at least absent?"]

Scott: Our theme is ABBA's summer house, is it there now? Dead metal?! [Original line: "Our theming was once Cottagecore ABBA, now it's what? Death metal?!"]

Martyne : Tell me something before you go. Why are you attached to the sun? Inspector: Hmmm... HE. It was never meant to be. He just wanted to look. [Original line: "Just... tell me one thing before I go. Why were you so set on Grian?" "Hmph... HIM. He was never meant to be there. He was only ever meant to watch."]

line: I'm a good person to have someone light my tree. [Original line: "I was a good person till somebody burned down my tree."]

Decoration: God, that seems like a recipe for anxiety. Yes I am. [Original line: "God, that sounds like a recipe for angst. Yeah, I'm in."]

Lizzie: Follow it! No friends! [Original line: "Ha! You've got no friends!"]

Beer: Something bad is happening here. [Original line: "Something wicked this way comes."]

Shooter: Here we show our true truth? For yourself or for someone else? Are we all excited? [Original line: "Is this where we show our true allegiance? To each other, and no one else? We turn on everyone?"]

Background: It's not fair, it's not fair, I'll come back to it. [Original line: "This is unjust, it's excessive, and I will return."]

Capital B: No holes! [Original line: "There is no hole!"]

Some notes

I thought it'd be funny if the translations I used were all into languages I either knew off the top of my head that the creators speak or are official languages where they live. This got really convoluted really fast, because Ren was the only person I could think of who speaks a language other than English and I completely ran out after French and Scottish Gaelic, so I added languages spoken by Hermitcraft members instead, then threw Maori on for good measure because New Zealand's close enough to Australia (sorry, New Zealand) and I couldn't find any aboriginal Australian languages on Google Translate. So the translation order roughly went Afrikaans -> French -> Scottish Gaelic -> German -> Swedish -> Polish -> Maori -> English.

Ren's line "Red Winter is coming, me laddie" line got translated as "The red winter is coming, my lady." Honestly, it still kind of works?

"Watcher" got translated as "Inspector", which gives me the mental image of Inspector Gadget in a Watcher costume.

I don't know where the extra e at the end of Martyn's name came from.

I don't know why Etho's name is the only name that got translated into lowercase.

The fact that Mumbo's name somehow got translated as "Explosives" made me start cackling as soon as I saw it.

There were several points where Grian's name got translated as "The Sun" instead, probably because "Grian" is the word for "Sun" in Irish and Scottish Gaelic is from the same language family, so they probably share the same or a similar word.

"Soulmate" somehow got translated as "Spirit descendants". I'm pretty sure it's because it got split up into its component words; "Soul" corrupted into "Spirit", and "Mate"...I honestly don't know.

I translated a grand total of one line from Bdubs, and for some reason when I translated the document back to English, that one line stayed stuck on what I'm pretty sure is Maori except the word "Boogey", which stayed exactly the same.

I'm genuinely surprised by how many lines stuck remarkably close to the originals. Aside from his name, one of Joel's lines ("Where's the fun in that?") somehow survived perfectly intact, and one of BigB's lines ("There is no hole!") got pretty close ("No holes!").

I think the best part about this is that you can tell how and why Google translated some things the way it did, and then others you're just left completely stumped about how the hell it happened.

[weemsfreak]

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Happy October, loves! In honour of my favourite time of year, here is a short spooky Larissa Weems x f!reader where Laurel Gates lives on...but as does Larissa.

It is based around a quote from the 1991 Addams family, and follows Season 1 of Wednesday where Joseph Crackstone is no longer. Season 2 calls for more mystery and gore? I say add Larissa's revenge. ~3.6k words

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"So I was thinking, since last Outreach day ended in disaster with the statue and all, perhaps we could do without an unveiling. Perhaps we could plan something sincere, something that may bring normies and outcasts together in a…"

You picked up your Weathervane hot chocolate, taking a sip.

"Darling?"

Recently, you have been feeling uneasy, if that was the correct word for it.

Uneasy when out in the town of Jericho, but also within the walls of Nevermore.

"Yoo-hoo? Darling?"

Last outreach day had been a disaster, and there had been numerous disasters that followed.

Still, she insisted on organizing another.

Why you agreed to help? You could never wrap your head around it.

You hoped November would never come.

Your gaze shot to blue as a hand softly landed on yours.

"What do you think?"

Blinking, you looked out the window, and then around the coffee shop.

"I think, um- maybe we shouldn't have an Outreach day this year, Larissa."

Her smile dropped to a frown, confusion evident on her face.

"Why not?"

You shook your head. You'd never want to disappoint her, but you had a feeling, a horrible feeling; a feeling of dread and death.

You only had this feeling few times before,

but you weren't about to tell her that.

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The new mayor of the town was…nice.

He was always smiling.

He was always helpful.

He was always weary.

Him, along with the students and residents of Jericho, were weary of the outcasts; as if they hadn't been before.

It was worse now, due to that night. Which was ironic, considering it wasn't the outcasts who were responsible.

Still, Larissa insisted on getting to know the new mayor, insisted on forming a cooperation with him.

He had rejected the idea of a cooperation.

He had rejected the idea of outcast and normie relations.

He had rejected the idea of an Outreach day; until he agreed.

You found yourself in the town, picking something up from the mayors office to deliver to the oh so busy Principal Weems.

As you walked down the decorated streets eager to return to Nevermore, you caught sight of red hair entering an alley way.

Crossing the road and making your way past Uriah's heap, you were about to turn down the alley when a boy brushed past, making you stumble back.

He walked slowly down the sidewalk, as if he had nowhere to be, yet determined to be somewhere at the same time.

Something within you knew that he was...familiar.

Trailing behind, you followed to the town square, to the church, and then, he stood.

Confused, you hid behind a close building, peeking around the corner.

Your brows furrowed as you realized that he seemed just as confused as you were, until he gazed directly at you and you faltered.

His face was crazed, he was foaming at the mouth. He looked sweaty and wild, uncontrollable.

Your heart skipped a beat as you concluded that he was standing exactly where the statue of Joseph Crackstone had stood last outreach day, and he gave you a wide smile.

Hiding around the corner of the building again, you closed your eyes as you breathed deeply.

Jericho was no longer the town that you knew; although it was the town that it always had been.

Secretive, unaccepting, and murderous.

Peeking around the corner once more, you were relieved to find nobody staring back at you.

As you high tailed it for Nevermore, you couldn't help but think few things:

One - Larissa could NOT hold an Outreach day.

Two - You were beginning to believe that you were losing your mind; not nearly as fun as you had anticipated.

And Three - That boy you saw, was dead.

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Pushing open the doors to her office, you walked straight up to her desk.

"How was your trip into town?"

You let the papers fall onto her desk, trying not to lose your composure.

"We cannot hold an Outreach day."

With the tilt of her head and twitch of her lip, she furrowed her brows.

"You keep saying this, yet you're helping me plan it."

Taking a deep breath, you tried your best to convince her.

"I just, I have a very bad feeling, and I can't-I can't-"

Your best right now was not very good, at all.

Tears fell as you thought about why you shouldn't, why you couldn't.

Long legs carried the woman around her desk as she reached for you, sitting you on the couch in front of the fireplace.

"You can't what, love?"

She would never understand, because she wasn't there to witness it.

She wasn't there to see the fire, blazing in front of her as the dead came back for the living.

She wasn't there to see her students in danger, eyes wide as they feared for their lives.

She wasn't there to see how helpless the outcasts felt, how helpless they were; how helpless you were.

She wasn't there to see Joseph Crackstone and Laurel Gates before her very eyes.

She wasn’t there…

She wasn't there because,

"You almost died, Larissa."

Your words swirled around in the air, heard but not seen.

"But I didn't, and I haven't a clue what this has to do with Outreach day."

Closing your eyes, visions of people came back to you, visions of the dead.

Tears fell from your eyes in frustration, wishing that you could make her understand.

She saw Nevermore in shambles, she had built it back up.

She saw the fear of the aftermath, she had built it back up.

She saw her life flash before her eyes, and so had you.

"It’s just too soon. Students of Jericho high will not stand beside our students, people of Jericho will not stand beside us, and…"

And I will not stand beside you.

That was a lie.

You let your head fall into your hands as you let out a sob.

She gripped your body with all her strength and pulled you to her chest.

"The events of that night are still fresh in your mind, darling" she whispered.

"Joseph Crackstone is gone, we have nothing to fear."

Gripping onto her shoulders, you couldn't help but have fear.

She had almost lost the school.

You had almost lost her.

And you had seen Garrett Gates today,

but you weren't about to tell her that.

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"Ah Nevermore, we love you so."

Gomez and Morticia Addams sat in front of her desk, Gomez kissing his wife's hand as they did.

"Larissa, it is so wonderful to see you thriving. I don't know what we would've done if you had left us."

Larissa quirked a brow at Morticia's words, looking her up and down.

"Perhaps you would've held a party?" she quipped.

Morticia snickered as she looked to Gomez, "There's the sense of humour that I always adored."

Larissa smirked their way, and silence overtook them as they stared at one another.

"But seriously, we feel awful for what happened."

"The Gates family, all dead" Gomez said.

"Poor Laurel, I can’t help but feel as though we hold some responsibility" Morticia added.

Larissa looked between the two with disdain, but she did feel bad.

"Well, it's done with now, yes?"

She wished they would just get to the matter of Wednesday Addams, yet again.

"Joseph Crackstone shall suffer irreparable consequences. They all shall."

Larissa couldn't help but think that death was enough.

"For what they did to our ancestors? Death will never be enough" Gomez added.

Larissa nodded, clasping her hands together on her desk.

"Well, I believe that we must put the past behind us, and thrive for a better future."

She watched as Morticia stood, approached her, and placed cold hands onto hers, lowering her voice.

"Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc. We gladly feast on those who would subdue us."

Blue eyes met brown as Larissa felt a cold spell cast around her.

Morticia waited a moment, then raised a brow as she released her hands from Larissa's warmth.

"Not just pretty words."

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You accompanied Larissa to Pilgrim world, the new mayor insisted that she attend a pre Halloween 'Sinister Soirée' that he was holding.

She had agreed in hopes of pleasing the mayor, in hopes of getting closer to him for the better of Nevermore.

You knew what had happened 400 years ago, well, to an extent; and so did she.

You couldn't help but despise Jericho in some way, due to its brutal history.

Centuries ago, the pilgrims had hunted and executed those they deemed outcasts: anyone who didn’t fit their strict vision of purity.

You agreed that things weren't always black and white, there were shades of grey.

You agreed that the future didn't have to reflect the past.

But sometimes, you cannot let go of what happened, sometimes you cannot forgive and forget.

“I feel like we shouldn’t be here."

Larissa's grip tightened around yours as you made your way through the entrance.

You thought about her, and how she thrived for the better of Nevermore, the better of outcasts; you admired that.

But all the same, you were conflicted.

How had she been to hell and back, knowing of the injustice, experiencing it first hand; yet keeping the same outlook.

She knew deep down that the outcasts weren't safe.

She knew deep down that she wasn't safe.

"We can leave, Larissa."

She peered down at you through cold lashes as the new mayor approached.

"Principal Weems, so good to see you."

Larissa clasped her hands together in that innocent way that you knew so well.

It was odd, to see her as not Principal Weems, not Larissa, but dressed up in a costume so ethereal and otherworldly, like a ghost from a forgotten era.

"Mayor Winslow, thank you for hosting tonight. Such a fun event!"

You rolled your eyes as you adjusted your outfit, draped in layers of shadows.

"Thank you for coming. I hope you enjoy the haunted crypt walk, and perhaps try some fudge."

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Strolling down the Cobblestone streets of Pilgrim world, you couldn't help but feel uneasy, so deeply unsettled.

Maybe Larissa should've brought someone who, specifically, had any ability besides the ability to see the dead. Alas, that thought made you jealous.

You had avoided Pilgrim world for so long, and everything in Jericho the like.

Already feeling the cold presence of the dead, it lingered in the air, watching from the shadows of the ancient trees.

You needed a distraction, and you needed it now.

"Oh, the tavern! Can we go in?"

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You entered the dimly lit tavern, spotting one open table as you sat across from the Principal.

"Pilgrims of the night, what can I get for you?" A voice thick with faux historical enthusiasm.

Your gaze lifted from the pale woman to…a religious fanatic.

The very symbol of zealotry and hatred, Joseph Crackstone himself.

Your eyes widened, hands moving quickly to grip the woman's arm across from you.

Looking down at you, she took your hand in hers, rubbing her thumbs over it soothingly.

"We're alright, love."

Right. It wasn't really him, because Larissa could see him too.

"We're hardly Pilgrims," you managed, gesturing vaguely at yourself.

Larissa eyed you down, a smirk appearing on her face. "No, we certainly aren't" she said, turning her attention to the waiter.

You took in the ambiance of Pilgrim world, shooting her a look as you were, after a short time, fed up with the pilgrim's that surrounded you; those alive and dead.

"It takes a special kind of stupid to devote and entire theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide."

The waiter then reached your table and set down the drinks, his grin faltering as he raised an eyebrow.

"Who you calling stupid?"

You held his gaze, unflinching, "If the buckled shoe fits."

The principal chuckled softly, shaking her head as she lifted her drink.

"Do behave, darling," she teased, her eyes hinting at your shared disdain for the charade around you.

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"Line up for the haunted crypt walk!"

You moved outside and stood in line, dragging Larissa with you hand in hand.

Walking through the partially lit up streets, you tried to enjoy your time envisioning the good old days.

Well, they were not good, you supposed; but they were old.

As you strolled, you tried your hardest to forget about your ability, but your ability would never forget about you.

"And here is the old barn, a place where they stored crops, grain, and livestock."

You looked to the right to find the old barn standing strong.

"Unfortunately, it was set ablaze one night containing the livestock, but it has been rebuilt since. Pilgrim world has remarkably been rebuilt to 30% of it's original structure."

Larissa listened to the haunted walk tour guide, before gazing down at your apprehensive, perhaps terrified demeanour.

The barn transformed to a burnt structure, only the frame, floor, and partial walls remaining.

Out of nowhere it was up in flames; hay, crops, animals, and people littered the floor.

The animals looked at you with fear, the smoke clouded your vision, and Larissa, Larissa watched you with tears in her eyes.

You gasped as you kneeled down in front of her.

"There is no time, child."

Taking her hands into yours, you attempted to help her up.

"Leave me, save yourself. He's chained us all to the floor."

People where chained to the floor, outcasts were chained to the floor; with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

You pulled with all of your force at the chains before attempting to break them from her wrists.

"I shant leave without you."

Your gaze focused on hers, but it wasn't what you knew.

Her accent filled your ears, but it was old.

Her hair flowed freely, her clothing in tatters.

She had the same sad eyes, but they didn't glisten, they didn't speak to you in the same way.

"Run, avenge us. Find the others and save our future."

You stood as she disappeared from your vision, backing away slowly.

"You are our only hope."

Coughing, you attempted to wave away the smoke as the barn in front of you reverted back to it's present state.

You had thought that the meeting house was the only place where outcasts were burned; of course that wasn't enough.

Turning in fright, you looked for those on the haunted crypt walk, met with only the dark of the night.

Everyone was gone, including Larissa.

"Larissa?"

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Strolling throughout the streets alone, you couldn't help but think about how lonely it would've been.

But the reality was, you weren't alone.

You could see only them; pale figures standing just beyond the veil of mist, their faces gaunt, hollow-eyed, staring.

They weren’t just ghosts. These were the spirits of pilgrims and outcasts, the ones who had been hunted, burned, and hanged for their abilities.

They were you, and you were them.

Making your way past the ol' haberdashery and fudge shop, you found an old house, one you hoped would be free of the dead and horror.

Entering through the front door, you passed through the keeping room, until you found an open passageway.

It was dark, far too dark for you to see anything; besides the figure of a tall white haired woman.

“Larissa!” you shouted in fear and relief.

You saw her, Larissa, standing in the darkness of a dimly candlelit room, her back turned.

Relief flooded your veins.

“Larissa, thank God” you breathed, running toward her.

“What happened?"

As you neared, something stopped you cold.

Larissa’s body was still, too still; you froze.

The figure turned slowly, and your blood ran empty.

It wore Larissa’s face, her exact face, but her hopeful eyes were wrong.

They were hollow, dead. Her smile was cruel, a twisted mockery of Larissa’s usual painted grin.

“You're just in time for the feast,” the figure said, its voice a low rasp.

You stumbled back, this was not Larissa.

It was something else, something ancient, and it had stolen her form.

“Where is she?” you demanded, voice shaking.

The figure smiled wider. “She is with us now. She is where she belongs.”

Your pulse quickened, you couldn’t lose Larissa again. Not to this place, not to whatever dark force lingered here.

The figure’s form began to shimmer, its edges blurring, and in an instant, it transformed; morphing into the twisted face of an old woman, a pilgrim, her eyes burning with malice.

“You outcasts were always ours” she hissed. “And tonight, we feast.”

The darkness suddenly lit up, your view of pilgrims evident as you watched them feast.

An old dinner table, wood and bone carved forks and knives.

They were eating meat; they were eating outcasts.

“I can see you” you whispered, hoping to keep your voice steady. “I see all of you.”

The dead paused, their hands retreating.

“You think you can subdue us?!”

It was loud, fueled by your anger, you could feel it radiating from the outcasts, radiating from the loss of Larissa.

“You think you can keep us chained here?”

The pilgrim spirit hissed at you, her face contorting with fury.

“You are nothing but prey.”

Your lips twisted into a sinister smile as you backed away.

“We gladly feast upon those who would subdue us.”

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You awoke outside, feeling the cold hands of the dead that had brushed against your skin.

They pulled you, drug you toward the church.

Your head pounding from the insufferable onslaught, you couldn't remember exactly how or why you had ended up here.

Muffled screams caught your attention as you stumbled toward ancient wood doors.

The church stood as a grim reminder of the village’s past, its stone walls blackened by centuries of dark history.

"Let me out of here!"

There was banging from the inside, but the doors wouldn’t budge.

“Larissa?” you shouted, fear clutching at you.

You would recognize her voice anywhere, even in panic, even when she sounded ghostly.

"Please help" she pleaded, tugging at the doors.

Even in times like these, you couldn't find a way.

You couldn't find a rock, you couldn't find a spell, you were no professional at teleportation; and you learned the meaning of dread.

Even the outcasts couldn't face the fury of those who lived to wrong them.

As you hauled on the wooden doors in hopes of freeing Larissa, they suddenly flew open and sent you back to the ground.

You quickly ran inside, watching in terror as Larissa was summoned; gliding helplessly across the floor and up to the altar of the church.

“I’ve been waiting for you” a voice, low yet warm.

“You are of my blood, and the time has come.”

Larissa was still and wide eyed, held in place as she spoke nervously.

"I can hear you, but I cannot see."

You took a breath, watching as Larissa, the version of her you had earlier spoken to in the old barn, moved until she was inches before the principal.

You swallowed deeply and whispered. "She's right in front of you, Larissa. She looks like you, perhaps your ancestor."

Larissa’s eyes darkened, her body tensing as if something had woken inside her.

She spoke in a way that you have never learned before; she was timid, confused.

“Time for what?” she asked, though you could hear the answer in the dead woman’s silence.

“Revenge,” her ancestor whispered.

Suddenly, the doors of the church slammed shut.

You could feel the dead rising all around. The spirits of the outcasts, those who had been wronged were no longer content to stay in the shadows. They wanted justice, and they had waited long enough.

"Joseph Crackstone may be gone, but Laurel Gates lives on."

Larissa took a shallow breath, retrieving the ability to close her eyes.

"I believe in a better future for outcasts. I'm working to bring outcasts and normies together in…in harmony."

You panicked as she started choking out her words, her breath becoming less as she spoke.

As you placed a hand in hers, her ancestor glided away as a disappointed mother would from her child; just to be peering down at her within a second.

She cupped her cheek with her dead hand, and you wondered if Larissa could feel it.

"It is up to you, my child, but this is a warning. They do not rest, they killed us all, and they now come for you."

Larissa's ancestor faded into the ether, dissolving into nothingness as Larissa herself began to rise, lifted slowly and steadily towards the towering ceiling of the ancient church.

You felt panic welling up inside as you gripped her hand tightly, but it was no use.

Fingers slipped away from hers, powerless to stop her from being pulled higher and higher into the eerie shadows above.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched Larissa suspended midair, her eyes wide with fear as a faint whisper sounded.

"Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc."

Suddenly, as if responding to some unseen command, Larissa was hurled back down to the stone floor and the heavy wooden doors of the church flew open.

You rushed to the woman's side as she sat up in shock.

Kneeling, you watched the weight of the revelation settle over her like a cold fog.

"Laurel Gates lives on."

You placed a hand on her shoulder, gazing into blue as she turned to look at you.

Your voice was soft, and you prayed that she finally understood.

"The normies will reject outcasts, a rift sealed by fate itself. Eternal, unyielding, haunting us with the certainty that acceptance will remain beyond our grasp, evermore."

You cupped her cheek as tears threatened to fall. "We gladly feast."

Larissa’s lips pursed, her gaze narrowing as she stood and pulled you up with her.

She took your hands firmly, her eyes gleaming with a dark, unspoken truth.

"And Laurel," she said commanding, her voice full of dangerous promise as a smile played on her lips, "is just in time for the feast."

[grimesgirll]

you couldn't help but stare when rick and daryl got dressed.

they were typically racing off somewhere early every morning or daryl was slipping out to wake up before the deer, so most mornings you woke up to an empty bed and started your routine yourself. whenever you complained about this to rick, he would just ruffle your hair and tease, "we all can't run on beauty sleep."

this morning was different though; daryl's dip in the bed and rick untucking his arm from around your waist roused you before anything else. your eyes flicker open to see daryl hauling himself to the en suite bathroom while rick walks around into your line of vision.

the sheriff is tugging his pants on, and you can’t tear your eyes away. not that you had a reason to, besides modesty. you spectate as rick adjusts himself in his pants, pulling on a belt from his top dresser drawer.

you can’t help but finding yourself licking your lips and doing a nice wide stretch. rick doesn’t notice you as you recline on your elbows to watch as he begins to button his shirt.

behind him, the toilet flushes and you see daryl through the cracked door. his jeans ease over his hips and you're realizing how much you saw him shirtless more often. outside of the bedroom and fucking you, he rarely stripped down in any capacity. you wished that would change; you couldn't get enough of him in any capacity.

chocolate tousled curls moused up from the night before, rick looks amazing, given what the world had put him through by forty. your eyes glaze over as he slides his watch on and you feel a tingle from down under.

a blush creeps on your face and you're having trouble keeping your thoughts clean. how could you him dressing in front of you and daryl in the bathroom?

you imagine what he must've looked like fresh out of the academy, young and handsome. still was handsome, not anywhere close to your age though.

the man breaks you out of your thoughts when he catches you staring and you just smile sheepishly at him. "look who decided to wake up."

"you should fuck me since i'm up early."

"'that a challenge?" rick raises an eyebrow. you shake your head yes and rick is sitting on the bed, snapping back the duvet to snake his hand up your bare thigh and crooking a finger into you. it's not as hard as he thought, smiling as he easily jostles another finger into you. "you wake up this horny, darlin'?"

"mhmm," you confirm.

"this the," he does an air quote inside of you, "'lady boner' daryl was talkin' about."

"you're looking at it."

the older man chuckles. the curl of his finger works a groan out of you and its hard to focus. your eyes linger on the doorway. when is daryl coming out? you muse, wanting to see your favorite archer - maybe even beneath you.

your thoughts jolt back to rick who has added another finger despite the resistance from your tight cunt. "what a stretch," you breathe shakily.

"think you can stretch a bit more than this."

"think i can cum on your fingers?"

rick laughs. “you think since you’re awake for once you deserve to cum?”

"please!"

"you wanna start your day off cummin' on my fingers?"

you nod your head vigorously.

"go ahead, baby."

tipping your head back, you babble and clench around rick's fingers. a distorted moan comes from your throat when he adds some pressure to your clit to pleasure you through your orgasm. it's all made even better by how rick is gazing at you with darkened blue eyes, like playing with your clit is the perfect way to start off his morning before he has to go on watch.

you may have to start waking up earlier.

"'fuck did i miss?"

[justwonder113]

I love your writing sm 🫠🫠

could you write something fluffy and suggestive for han were you sit on his lap in his studio chair and you can’t stop kissing him and you’re distracting him from his work and he finds it so cute that you’re like this x

Oh my god thank you so much sweetheart! You don't know how much it means to me that you like my writing. I'm really sorry for taking so long to write, even though I absolutely LOVED the idea!!! I had one the meltdowns and uni has been an absolute nightmare so sorry. I really hope this was what you wanted and I hope you will like it. I will try to update stories more and more. Thankfully I will have more time^^

My masterlist

If you have any requests feel free to ask(though it might take me some time)

Warnings: Kind of suggestive, Bold reader, Cute whiney Jisung but he does complete 180 in the end. Jisung calls reader a brat

Word count -1.6k

23:33

You woke up from your sweet slumber by soft clicking of the keyboard. You didn't even realize when you started to dose off. All the work must have caught up to you. The week you had sure was hectic.

You looked at your boyfriend's hunched figure, he was deeply immersed in his work, he hadn't even noticed that you were awake. You felt sad, you barely saw each other. Your schedule was swarmed and he had comeback coming real soon. You tried to text and call but sometimes he was just so swarmed with work he responded hours later. He was really apologetic, he really tired his best. He texted you whenever he could, he sent gifts for you, sometimes flowers, sometimes food, when he knew your schedule was extra hectic. He also left you little notes around the house and, lets just say, randomly finding them was highlight of your day. Sometimes they were sweet messages, sometimes random quotes, sometimes silly little jokes and doodles. You loved every one of them and kept them in a little box in your room. You also tried to be just as supportive, this is why you were here in his studio, you came earlier with food and snacks for him and the boys. Jisung had barely texted you the whole day, so you knew he was extra busy, also you got suspicious that he wouldn't eat anything, he always got so involved with his work he sometimes forgot to even eat.

You were not wrong. Jisung shyly admitted to you that he, in fact, skipped a meal when you asked if he ate anything. Good for him that he was so cute and adorable you never had the ability to stay mad at him. He got so happy when he saw you that he almost knocked you down. He really was so adrable. The boys also thanked you, and you ate together, talking about what you were up to.

You talked for a while but one by one they left to do their own stuff leaving you with Jisung. Honestly, you were glad to be left alone with him, you've missed him too much. You talked with hushed voice, not once he let go of you, he was hugging you like a koala and showered your face with kisses. You couldn't help but giggle at his cute antics. After a while he excused himself and asked you to wait a little bit as he finished his song, promising to quickly wrap it up and go home together. But here you were now, still stuck in the studio.

You scanned around to find your phone to check the time, Jisung must have noticed you had fallen asleep and draped his jacket to keep you warm . He really was cute but you really wanted to scold him. He already worked inhuman hours he really was straining his body!

Your eyes almost popped out of your eyes when you noticed that it was basically midnight. Oh he really was done for now!

You got up, groaning from pain, your muscles were sore from laying on this uncomfortable sofa. After stretching a little you approached him, he was so immersed he didn't even notice you. You couldn't help but scoff when you carefully examined his face. His eyes were so red from looking at this damn screen all day. Apart from bloodshot eyes, he had dark eyebags, he looked a paler and you didn't know if you were exaggerating or not but he also looked a bit thinner. Also there was no way his body wouldn't ache from sitting like that, especially after dancing and practicing for ungodly amounts of time.

You carefully threaded your fingers through his hair and leaned down to kiss his cheek. He did jump a little not expecting your touch but he quickly relaxed and leaned into it. He opened his arms and looked at you with wide eyes expecting you to get into his lap and hug him. Sadly, it also meant that he still wasn't done. You sighed yet again, there was no way you could win this one. You complied and sat in his lap. Jisung immediately wrapped his arm around you and brought you closer to him so that you were chest to chest with no room between you, he quickly pecked your cheek and went back to working.

You tried your best to sit still and let him work so that you could go home as soon as possible, but you were also getting really bored.

After a minute or two an idea popped into your head. You shuffled a bit and hid your face into the crook of his neck, the smell of his perfume immediately soothing your senses. You put your right hand on his chest and wrapped the other around his shoulders. You waited for a second so that Jisung would think you were just getting comfortable, if he even noticed you moving around that is... The truth was that Han Jisung was really ticklish and his neck was especially sensitive. Whenever you decided to kiss his neck he would always reel back giggling and pouting at you cutely. He would always try and run away from you whenever he sensed that you were about to attack his neck. But where would he go now? You were in his lap, there was no way he could run.

You somewhat felt bad, he was always so sweet and gentle to you and no matter how ticklish he was he always let you snuggle up to his neck knowing that you loved it. Should you betray his trust like this?

He did notice you shuffling around, he tensed up for a second when your nose brushed against his sensitive skin but he quickly relaxed. You grinned it was your time to shine!

Carefully not to alert him you brushed your lips against his neck. The response was immediate, his hold around your waist immediately tightened. Oh you were going to get a reaction out of him one way or another. You kissed him again but with more passion now and quickly pecked him few more times. Jisung glanced at you but he didn't say anything. Oh he was on!

You continued your assault on his reddening skin and pecked every part of his skin you could reach one arm around his shoulders while the other had slid through his neck and into his hair playing with the silky soft stands on his nape, oaccasionaly pulling them drawing soft quiet groans from the boy. He whined out your name so prettily! And let's just say you absolutely adored his "little" reactions. He was set on staying as still as he could and act as if this whole thing didn't affect him at all but you could see right through him. "Babyy." He whined out but you didn't stop. His skin was all flushed in a beautiful shade of red, his breathing had become more rugged and shalllow. His left hand held onto your hip for dear life and brought you as close to him as it possibly could as if you would dissappear if he let go. God you loved this boy! You kissed him more and let's just say you hoped his jacket had a high collar because you had left really pretty marks onto his skin. You would gladly show it to the world but you were not sure how his fans would react if anyone were to see you and share photos. And you knew many stays had hawklike vision.

You didn't even consider to stop your attack, Jisung hadn't even done anything to stop you so, you let yourself go. It was only when you moved a little and started kissing his jaw and in the haze let your teeth graze against his skin that he held you tightly and pulled you off.

You looked at him with confused eyes, his face unreadable. Did you upset him? Was he mad? You were about to apologize when he sighed out something and leaned in to smash his lips against yours, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Both of his hands were around your waist now, pulling you impossibly close, as if he wanted to devour you, wanted to be one with you, and who were you to deny him anything? You tried your best to keep up with him and return the kiss with the same burning passion but honestly you couldn't keep up. You didn't know what came up to him but you loved it. You felt like melting, like you really thought you could turn into a puddle, you felt ignited, you felt alive. There was no thought in your head other than that you loved this boy. Your lungs were burning but you weren't even considering to lean back for air. You were just consumed with Han Jisung.

It was Han who broke the kiss and leaned back to let you breathe. Both of you struggled to breathe normally, as if you had forgotten how to do so. You wanted to say something but were at loss for words, it was Han who broke the silence. He flicked your forehead and pouted at you. "You're a real brat do you know that?" You couldn't help but giggle. You swore this boy had some type of switch into his head. He almost made you melt into a puddle by giving you the best kiss of your life and now he was pouting at you all cutely like he did nothing wrong. God you loved him!

You grinned at him, "Does this mean we're going home?"

Han rolled his eyes and softly pinched your side. "Brat."

Yup, you had won.

[chocolatetheoristcloud]

can you do a scenario in which sasuke is completely obsessed with the reader, sends her lewd pics of heeself, scares her to the point that she avoids him but also everyone around her cuz he wont let her make friends, also him finally locking her in the class with him (some noncon if u can)

The Gingerbread Woman

Inspirded by the song the gingerbread man

Warnings: Yandere themes,nudes,hints of NON-CON,dark content,possiveness, cursing,modern AU, real dulu yelling out my woman, yes he's a little dulu.

Paring: Yandere Sasuke x reader

I am ETREMELY sorry for how long this took.

You couldn't believe what you got yourself in it.

How the fuck did this happen ?

Well that's something you didn't really know to be honest.

I mean you stayed away from him and you didn't talk to him, expect that one time you helped him with the missing notes he missed but that was it.

You didn't know he liked you,well he sent nudes to you of himself once but you didn't think he would go this far.

Locking you into an empty classroom with him, You had to stay behind in school to finish some work and then you had to clean up and put away but you had thought all the students left besides the one who had club activities,as far as you know Sasuke wasn't in a club and normally stuck to himself so why was he here then?

This made you uncomfortable as you looked at Sasuke as you two stayed deeply into eachother's eyes,like a staring contest.

His eyes were dark and black as a shadow with a hints of sinister-ness and something else you couldn't put your finger on at.

Whilst you looked into his, you're eyes were e/c looked into his with hints of uncomfortableness and confusion.

You had your back turned to the door as you cleaning when you heard the door open, you turned your head thinking it was a teacher but it was Sasuke......it was like if he knew you were here and didn't leave school...............how strange.

Oh good afternoon Sasuke,......is something wrong did one of the teachers sent you here?......I was just about the leave I was just packing my bag and cleaning up.

You avoided Sasuke after you saw the nudes he sent you and blocked his number and deleted it, even tho you didn't tell anyone you still felt very uncomfortable with being with him right now it felt uneasy. As the air hang thick feeling claustrophobic and heavy,as you awaited his answer.

He only nodded.....slowly, and looked around and watched as he opened the door again and looked outside.

Which was a red flag from the beginning but you didn't think about it since he was probably felt awark after he sent you his nudes and you blocked him, you nodded as you turned around to finish packing your bag when

*lock*

Whipping you're head around as fast as lighting to see just what the hell happened.

You saw Sasuke now inside the room with you,the door now locked and closed as he looked at you before slowly walking up to you.

Um.....What are you...doing?

You quoted, backing away from him as your eyes went wide trying to process what to do.

He said nothing only walking towards you, before finally opening his mouth.

......Y'know your such a strange girl....you know that I'm in love with you....but instead....of rejecting me... you completely just ignore my feelings right in front of me.... with no problem....at all...

He said his voice deep and raspy and low as if he was struggling to find the words to speak,as if.....he couldn't breathe like was gasping for air but he couldn't get it.....no matter how hard he tried.

When sent you pictures of me you didn't even text back you just blocked me....I thought you would have told someone but you didn't...not a soul...as If,it was a normal thing like it didn't happen.

And y'know what really get's me? hmm?... you passed me everyday in school like it was nothing... like you just didn't care!, yeah you avoided me....but you didn't even say a word about it to anyone! not even a peep.

Like this didn't matter....I didn't matter!....to you....my feelings and emotions don't matter to you... everything I've done to get your attention doesn't matter-

He paused quite literally in his tracks as he looked down before placing his hand on his eyes rubbing nose bridge before chucking to himself.

And y'know it's really laughable hahaha I've tried almost everything! to get you to acknowledge my feelings for you,my love for you! but still no matter what I seem to do you never acknowledge them hahahah!

And no matter how try and try you will never take the time and today to acknowledge them, just look at you you're not even denying it are ?

It was true and you both knew it, you knew he loved you and instead of saying anything at all you choose to ignore them... ignore him.... even before he sent you the nudes of himself.... you just didn't acknowledge but more like refused to acknowledge them really and truly if you're being honest but you didn't think he would go this far.

He looked at you not all that surprised, but not all that surprised after all that's why he had interested in you in the first place, you were so strange to him so uninterested.

But as I said that's why he likes you so much is because of that you knew you were could be hurting his feelings but you didn't care and instead of just telling him to stop and reject him you remain silent.

He looked back up at you his piecing dark onyx eyes staring at you as they looked souless like a black empty void that was filled with nothing good.

But now.....all that is going to change..... you're going to acknowledge my feelings for you one way or another.....

He picked up his pace,as feet making nosies as it touches the wooden floor boards as he back's you into a corner,as you looked at him.

Sasuke....?

Don't Sasuke me now y/n.... it's too late for that you're going to acknowledge my love for you, and when I'm done you it will be a piceing memory marked into your skin.... something of my love...... something even if you still refuse to acknowledge it you're always....always have a memory

[cynic-spirit]

Soulstory

tony stark x soulmate

fluff

warnings- terribly long as I have no control and and too much fluff

In a world where soulmates' first words to each other are etched into their skin, Tony Stark has always known his soulmate would be extraordinary. At 14, the words "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves that we are underlings" appeared on his wrist. Tony, ever the genius, recognized the quote from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar and knew his soulmate would be someone brilliant and well-read.

But there was a catch—those words appeared on his wrist when he was just 14, implying that his soulmate was only just born. This revelation left Tony with a strange mix of anticipation and frustration. While others found their soulmates in their teens or twenties, he was left to wait, knowing that the person meant for him wouldn't even be old enough to speak those words for many years.

As Tony grows older, his fame as Iron Man and his work as a philanthropist distract him, but the words on his wrist never fade from his mind. He attends countless galas, speaks at conferences, and even indulges in brief relationships, but none of them ever come close to the intellectual match he knows his soulmate will be.

Now nearing 40, Tony starts to wonder if he'll ever meet the person destined for him. The age gap of 14 years looms large in his mind, and he worries about the kind of life they've lived. Are they a scholar, like he imagined? A scientist? An artist? Someone who could quote Shakespeare to a stranger, just as the words on his wrist foretold.

The years have made Tony more introspective. He’s saved the world more times than he can count, yet the one thing that could complete him feels as elusive as ever. But Tony Stark is not one to give up. He knows that somewhere out there, his soulmate exists, and when the time is right, their paths will cross.

In the meantime, he prepares himself mentally and emotionally, knowing that when he finally hears those words spoken to him in person, it will change everything.

Y/N has always been both intrigued and frustrated by the words etched on her wrist: "Oh damn." From the moment they appeared, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of person would say such a casual, almost careless phrase upon meeting their soulmate. It seemed so unremarkable, so ordinary, and for someone as thoughtful and intelligent as Y/N, it felt like a letdown.

Over the years, she grew more annoyed with the phrase. Every time someone muttered an "oh damn" in her presence, she’d instinctively glance at them, wondering if they could be the one. But it never was. And the more it happened, the more she worried about what kind of man she was destined for. Was he someone who didn’t care enough to make a proper introduction? Someone who would reduce their first meeting to two dismissive words?

Despite her frustrations, Y/N didn't let it weigh her down too much. She was independent, driven, and had her own life to lead. But still, the thought nagged at her whenever she saw others with meaningful phrases or poetic lines etched into their skin. She couldn’t help but feel a bit envious of those whose soulmates seemed to promise something more profound from the very start.

Walking through the city one evening, Y/N found herself lost in thought, contemplating the words on her wrist once again. She had just finished a long day at work and was heading to her favorite bookstore, hoping to unwind with a new novel. But as she navigated the crowded streets, the words on her wrist seemed to mock her.

"Maybe it's someone with no imagination," she thought with a sigh. "Or someone who doesn't think before they speak." The idea was disheartening, but she pushed it aside. After all, she had come to terms with the idea that soulmates didn’t have to be perfect—just perfect for each other.

As she entered the bookstore, Y/N allowed herself to relax, immersing herself in the scent of paper and ink. She wandered the aisles, her fingers tracing the spines of various books, feeling more at ease. Maybe she would meet her soulmate here, she thought. Someone who loved literature as much as she did, someone who might surprise her despite the unremarkable first words.

But in the back of her mind, she still wondered: what kind of man would say "Oh damn" upon meeting her?

In New York, where the hustle and bustle never seem to slow, Stark Tower stands tall, a beacon of innovation and the home of the legendary Iron Man. Every day, people gather near its base, hoping to catch a glimpse of Tony Stark—genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. For many, even a fleeting sight of the man who saved the world would be enough to brighten their day.

But Y/N isn’t one of those people. While the crowds press against the barriers, phones held high in anticipation, she walks a different path. It’s not that she doesn’t admire Tony Stark; she respects what he’s done for the world. But she’s never been one to chase after celebrity or get caught up in the frenzy of adoration that surrounds him. There’s too much else on her mind, too many things to explore, to wonder about, to let herself be distracted by the spectacle of Stark Tower.

Each day, Y/N takes a different route through the city, preferring to wander without a fixed destination. She enjoys discovering hidden bookstores, quiet cafes, and little parks tucked away between skyscrapers. New York is a labyrinth of possibilities, and she likes the idea of finding something new with every step she takes.

Her thoughts often drift to the words on her wrist as she walks. “Oh damn.” She still can’t shake the frustration of how common and unremarkable they are, but she’s come to accept that her soulmate—whoever they might be—will reveal themselves in time. She tries not to dwell on it, choosing instead to focus on her surroundings, on the life unfolding around her.

Today, she finds herself in a part of the city she hasn’t explored before. The streets are quieter here, lined with trees and older buildings that have a certain charm. There’s a bookstore up ahead, its window display filled with well-worn classics and new releases. Y/N smiles to herself, deciding to go in and see what treasures she can find.

As she steps inside, the world outside fades away. The soft rustle of pages, the smell of old books, and the warmth of the wooden floors make her feel at home. Y/N begins to browse, her fingers grazing the spines of novels, searching for something that catches her eye. She doesn’t know it yet, but this detour, this simple act of walking a different path, is about to change everything.

Tony Stark was exhausted. The long hours, the never-ending projects, and the weight of being Iron Man were taking their toll. It was nearly midnight, and as he sat in the back of his posh car, glancing out at the city that never slept, all he could think about was how badly he needed a break. Happy Hogan, his ever-loyal friend and driver, was at the wheel, navigating the familiar streets of New York with ease.

As they approached Stark Tower, Tony noticed a large crowd gathered near the entrance, eagerly waiting for a glimpse of him. Usually, he could muster the energy to flash a smile, wave, or even stop for a quick word with his fans. But tonight was different. He didn’t have it in him to face the people who admired him so much.

“Happy, take a different road,” Tony said, leaning back in his seat with a sigh. “I’m not up for a crowd tonight.”

Happy glanced in the rearview mirror and nodded, understanding Tony’s need for some quiet. He turned the car down a side street, away from the mass of people and the glowing tower that was synonymous with Tony’s name.

As they drove through the quieter streets, Tony felt a small sense of relief. But the exhaustion wasn’t just physical—it was mental. He needed something to clear his mind, something simple and comforting. His eyes scanned the buildings as they passed, looking for a distraction, something to help him unwind.

“Hold up,” Tony said suddenly, his gaze locking onto a small bookstore nestled between two taller buildings. The warm light spilling from its windows caught his attention. “Stop the car here.”

Happy pulled over without question. “You need something, Boss?”

Tony nodded. “I’m craving coffee, and that place looks like it might have some.” He pointed to the bookstore. It was one of those quaint, old-fashioned places that seemed out of place in the bustling city, but Tony found it oddly inviting.

“Want me to come with you?” Happy offered, but Tony shook his head.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Just need a few minutes to clear my head,” Tony replied, already reaching for the door handle. He stepped out into the cool night air, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease slightly as he approached the bookstore.

The sign above the door read “The Reading Nook.” It wasn’t a name he recognized, but it had a charm that drew him in. As Tony walked through the door, a small bell tinkled overhead, announcing his arrival. The smell of coffee mingled with the scent of old books, creating a comforting atmosphere that was a stark contrast to the high-tech world he was used to.

Inside, the bookstore was cozy and inviting, with rows of shelves packed with books and a few small tables scattered around. In the back corner, a small coffee bar was set up, with a lone barista behind the counter.

Tony made his way over, scanning the menu. It was simple, just a few options, but that was all he needed. As he waited for his coffee, he let his eyes wander over the books lining the shelves. It was then that he noticed a woman standing a few feet away, her back turned to him as she browsed the titles.

There was something about her that caught his attention, something familiar yet intriguing. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but before he could think too much about it, the barista handed him his coffee.

“Thanks,” Tony muttered, taking the cup and turning to leave. But as he did, the woman moved, and their eyes met for the briefest moment.

“Oh damn,” he breathed, not realizing he had spoken aloud. It was an involuntary reaction, a quiet exclamation of surprise at the unexpected encounter.

The woman, unfazed and entirely engrossed in her book, barely looked up. She responded flatly, almost automatically, "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves that we are underlings," before calmly walking away to take a seat on a nearby sofa, her eyes already back on the pages in front of her.

Tony’s heartbeat quickened, his mind racing to process what had just happened. Those words… the exact words etched into his skin for years, the ones he had been waiting to hear his entire life. And here they were, spoken so casually by a woman who didn’t even seem to realize who he was.

He stood there, rooted to the spot, staring after her as she sat down, completely absorbed in her book once more. His eyes traced the long black hair tied up in a messy bun, the simple sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers she wore. She was a stark contrast to the models and socialites he was used to—those who flaunted their looks and vied for his attention. But this woman, with her natural beauty and unpretentious demeanor, made them all seem insignificant.

Tony felt a strange mix of emotions surge through him. Relief, excitement, and something he hadn't felt in a long time—hope. And yet, there was something else too, something unfamiliar: jealousy. Jealousy of the book that held her attention, that kept her from noticing the man standing just feet away from her. The man who had been waiting for her for years.

He took a step closer, not wanting to disturb her but also not wanting to leave without saying something more. But what could he say? The words she had spoken were still echoing in his mind, their meaning deepened now that they had come from her.

He cleared his throat, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. "Hey," he said softly, trying not to startle her.

Y/N looked up from her book, her eyes finally meeting his. There was no spark of recognition, no awe or surprise, just a calm, steady gaze that seemed to see right through him.

"Yes?" she replied, her tone polite but distant.

Tony hesitated, realizing that this was not going to be like anything he had experienced before. This was not a moment for smooth lines or flashy gestures. This was real.

"I think…" he began, then stopped, trying to find the right words. "I think you just quoted something very important to me."

She blinked, clearly confused, but she didn’t break eye contact. "It's Shakespeare," she said simply, as if that explained everything.

Tony smiled, the weight of the moment settling over him. "Yeah, I know. But you see, it's more than that to me. Those words… they’ve been with me for a long time. I’ve been waiting to hear them for almost my entire life."

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. "And now that you’ve heard them?"

Tony took a deep breath, stepping closer, the coffee cup warm in his hand. "Now that I’ve heard them, I think I’ve finally found what I’ve been looking for."

She studied him for a moment, her eyes searching his, and then a small smile played at the corners of her lips. She didn’t say anything, just nodded slightly before returning her gaze to the book in her hands.

Tony felt his heart skip a beat. It was subtle, but it was something. She might not have recognized him as Iron Man, but something in her recognized him as more than just a man who almost spilled his coffee on her.

For the first time in a long while, Tony Stark felt a sense of peace. He didn’t need to rush this; he didn’t need to prove anything. His soulmate was right here, and that was enough.

He pulled up a chair across from her, his coffee in hand, and sat down, content to just be in her presence. He’d wait for her to look up again, to ask him another question, to share something more. For now, he was simply happy to be in the same room with the woman who had unknowingly completed the puzzle of his life.

Tony couldn't help but smile at her calm, unbothered demeanor. She still hadn't looked up from her book, but she had clearly noticed his gaze.

"You are staring," she said quietly, her tone even and composed. "Can I help you, Mr. Stark?"

The way she said his name—so matter-of-factly, without the usual awe or excitement—caught him off guard. He was used to people being starstruck, but she was different. She was unfazed, and somehow that made her even more intriguing.

Tony cleared his throat, trying to play it cool. "I guess I’m just not used to someone quoting Shakespeare to me right after I almost spill my coffee on them," he replied, a hint of humor in his voice.

She finally looked up, her eyes meeting his with a steady gaze. "It seemed appropriate," she said, a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips.

Tony chuckled softly, feeling a connection spark between them, even in this brief exchange. "Well, I’ve got to say, it’s not every day someone quotes one of my favorite lines back at me. Especially one that’s been… let’s say, etched into my memory."

She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity evident, but she didn't push for more. "Is that so?"

Tony nodded, his expression softening. "Yeah. It’s… complicated. But I’m starting to think that maybe it’s not as complicated as I thought."

There was a moment of silence as she studied him, her gaze thoughtful. Then, with a gentle nod, she closed her book, marking her place. "Maybe it’s not," she agreed, her voice softer now.Tony grinned, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the coffee. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Tony smirked at her words, appreciating her straightforwardness. There was no pretense, no attempt to flatter him—just an honest question.

"I don’t see 'The Iron Man' as a literature person," she said, unfazed. "What are you doing in this corner bookstore at this hour? Don’t you have people to save, autographs to sign, models to date?"

Her tone was casual, almost teasing, and Tony found himself enjoying the banter more than he expected. He leaned back in his chair, his coffee cup cradled in his hands, and looked at her with a mix of amusement and intrigue.

"Maybe I do," he replied, his voice light. "But even Iron Man needs a break from time to time. And as for the models…" He shrugged with a grin. "Let’s just say I’m starting to realize they’re not all they’re cracked up to be."

She raised an eyebrow, still not entirely convinced. "And literature? Shakespeare? Really?"

Tony nodded, leaning forward slightly. "Yeah, really. You’d be surprised how much a guy like me can appreciate a good quote. Shakespeare knew a thing or two about human nature, about ambition, betrayal, love… all the stuff that makes life interesting."

Her expression softened, though she still seemed a bit skeptical. "I suppose everyone has their layers," she said thoughtfully. "Even Iron Man."

Tony’s smile widened. "Especially Iron Man. But tonight, I’m just Tony. A guy who wandered into a bookstore because he needed some coffee and a little peace and quiet."

She looked at him for a long moment, as if weighing his words, then gave a small nod. "Alright, Tony. But you didn’t just stumble into any bookstore—you stumbled into this one."

Tony tilted his head, intrigued. "And what’s so special about this one?"

Her lips curled into a slight smile. "It’s where people come to get lost. In books, in thoughts, in themselves. Maybe you were looking for something you didn’t even know you needed."

Tony considered her words, feeling a strange sense of clarity. "Maybe I was."Tony now composed a little more asks straight , "have you found your soulmate yet, bookworm?"

She looked at him, her expression serene as she nodded. "Yes, I have."

For a split second, Tony felt like the ground had been pulled out from under him. A sharp pang of panic shot through his chest, and for the first time in a long while, he didn’t know what to say. The thought of her being someone else’s soulmate, of her having already found the person destined for her, sent a wave of jealousy and fear crashing over him. He wasn’t sure he could handle the idea of losing her before he even had a chance to know her.

But before he could fully process the crushing weight in his chest, she continued, completely oblivious to the turmoil she had just caused him.

"Twenty-one people have said 'oh damn' to me so far," she said, her tone almost amused. "You’re the twenty-second."

Tony’s mind went blank for a moment. Relief and possessiveness surged through him in rapid succession, leaving him momentarily speechless. He didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or pull her into his arms and never let her go. His hands tightened around his coffee cup, knuckles white as he fought to keep his composure.

"Twenty-second?" he finally managed to say, his voice a little strained.

She nodded, seemingly unfazed by the chaos she had just unleashed within him. "Yeah. It’s a pretty common phrase, I guess."

Tony stared at her, incredulous. "You gave me a heart attack, you know that?" His tone was a mix of exasperation and disbelief, but there was also a hint of vulnerability in his voice, something rare for him.

She looked at him, a small smile playing on her lips, finally catching on to how much her words had affected him. "Did I?" she asked softly, her eyes meeting his with a newfound understanding.

Tony nodded, his gaze intense as he held her eyes. "Yeah, you did. Because for a moment, I thought I’d lost you before I even had a chance to know you."

Her smile softened, and for the first time since they’d met, Tony saw a flicker of something more in her eyes—something that told him she understood, that she felt the connection too.

In that moment, the crowded world outside the bookstore faded into the background. All that mattered was the woman standing in front of him, the one who had unknowingly captured his heart with a single Shakespearean quote and a calm demeanor that could rival his own. Tony felt a new sense of purpose—a desire to know everything about her, to be the man she deserved, and to never let anyone else claim her as their own.

Because she wasn’t just another woman in the city. She was his woman, his soulmate, and nothing in the world was going to take her away from him.

Tony watched as a flicker of disappointment crossed Y/N’s face. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her tone turned serious. “Tony, do you really believe just because you said ‘oh damn,’ you are my soulmate? It’s such a common phrase. It’s so unimaginative.”

She pointed to the words etched on her wrist, “I’m really disappointed in the fates for this.”

Tony felt a pang of guilt stab at him. It was true; “oh damn” was hardly the poetic or romantic declaration one might expect from a soulmate. He should have given her something unique, something that would make her feel special. Instead, he was sitting here trying to convince her that he was the one meant for her.

“Yeah, I get it,” he said, his voice tinged with regret. “It definitely could have been something more profound. You deserve that.”

Y/N sighed, her expression softening just a bit. “It’s just a little disappointing, that’s all.”

Tony’s heart sank at the thought of letting her down. He could have been anything—anything but “oh damn.” But then he paused, a spark of determination igniting within him. He had never been one to back down from a challenge, and this was the sweetest challenge he’d ever faced. The stakes were higher than they had ever been, and he found himself willing to do whatever it took to prove to her that he was her soulmate.

“Okay,” he said, leaning forward with a newfound confidence. “So it’s not the most original start. But let’s see how we can change that, shall we? I’m all in for this challenge. I’ll show you that being my soulmate is anything but unimaginative.”

Y/N’s brow arched, clearly intrigued by his determination. “And how do you plan to do that?”

A grin broke across his face, and he felt his heart swell with love at the thought of spending every moment making her see how special she was to him. “Let’s start with coffee and a conversation about Shakespeare. I’ll make sure the rest is just as unforgettable.”

As he watched her return to her book, a warm feeling enveloped him. He had no doubt he could make her see how extraordinary they could be together. And with each moment they spent, he would remind her that her fate was intertwined with his—not just because of some simple phrase but because of the connection they shared.

His resolve solidified. Tony Stark wasn’t going to let a little thing like a common phrase dictate the course of their relationship. No, he was going to sweep her off her feet and prove that being with him was a journey worth taking—one that would be filled with passion, excitement, and love.

For the first time in a long while, Tony felt a sense of purpose. As he sat there, watching Y/N lose herself in her book, he knew he was ready to embark on this journey, and he was willing to fight for her every step of the way.

“You are staring,” Y/N said, her tone still casual as she flipped the page of her book, seemingly unfazed.

Tony couldn’t help but grin at her comment. “You are beautiful,” he replied, his voice sincere, hoping to catch her attention.

She glanced up for a brief moment, her brow raised. “Not close to the Victoria’s Secret models I’ve seen your pictures with,” she quipped, her gaze drifting back to her book.

“Yeah, but you’re three thousand times prettier,” he said, his admiration evident in his tone. “Not to mention intelligent.”

Finally, Y/N looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with a soft pink that only deepened his smile. It was a sight he wanted to remember—the way her expression shifted from playful to shy, her eyes sparkling with surprise at his compliment.

“Are you just saying that to make me feel better?” she asked, a hint of skepticism lacing her words, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her enjoyment of the compliment.

“Absolutely not,” Tony replied, leaning forward slightly, his earnest gaze locking onto hers. “I mean every word. You’ve got this incredible depth about you. It’s refreshing.”

Y/N’s eyes widened a little, and she closed her book, clearly intrigued by his sincerity. “I appreciate that, but I still don’t see how I could compare to anyone you’ve dated.”

Tony shook his head, his expression serious. “You’re not just another pretty face, Y/N. You’re intelligent, witty, and grounded. You stand out in a way those models never could. They might have the looks, but they lack the soul.”

“Thanks, Tony,” she said softly, her smile genuine now. “That means a lot coming from you.”

Tony felt a rush of warmth at her response. This was what he had hoped for—a real connection, something deeper than mere surface-level attraction. It was exhilarating, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Y/N glanced at the clock on the wall, her expression shifting to one of concern. “Tony, I have to go. It’s late.”

Tony felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him. “Let me drop you. I cannot have my soulmate walking the streets alone,” he insisted, his voice firm and earnest. The feeling was overpowering; he couldn’t shake the urge to keep her safe.

She shook her head, her expression stern. “No, no, no. I don’t want the attention on me. I hate the attention,” she said, a hint of frustration in her tone.

Tony frowned, not liking the idea of her venturing out into the night unaccompanied. “Well then, I’ll come to you,” he replied, his determination unwavering. “You won’t get rid of me so easily.”

Y/N met his gaze, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “You really are relentless, aren’t you?”

“Only when it comes to you,” he said, his voice softening, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

She laughed lightly, the sound warming his heart. “I appreciate the sentiment, but really, I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” he said, his expression serious again. “But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with you being out there alone. Just let me walk you to your place. It’ll only take a few minutes.”

Y/N hesitated, weighing her options, but there was something reassuring in Tony’s eyes. Finally, she sighed, relenting. “Fine, but just to the corner. No more.”

Tony nodded, a victorious grin spreading across his face. “Deal.”

As they left the cozy bookstore, the night air was crisp, and the city buzzed around them. He fell into step beside her, and though she initially tried to maintain some distance, he instinctively moved closer, a protective barrier against the outside world.

They walked in comfortable silence for a moment, Tony stealing glances at her, taking in the way her hair caught the light and how her laughter lingered in the air.

“Y/N,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence, “I just want you to know… I’m really glad I ran into you tonight.”

She glanced at him, her eyes bright. “Me too, Tony. It’s not every day you meet someone who can quote Shakespeare and actually means it.”

“Exactly,” he replied, his tone playful. “Besides, you’re stuck with me now. I’ve got a reputation to uphold as your soulmate.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her smile. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Impossible to resist,” he shot back, winking at her, and she chuckled softly, shaking her head.

They reached the corner, and Y/N turned to face him. “This is where I leave you,” she said, her smile faltering just a bit. “Thank you for walking me.”

“Anytime,” Tony replied, his voice sincere. “And don’t think this is the last you’ll see of me. I’ll be around.”

“Great,” she said, amusement dancing in her eyes. “I’ll just try to blend into the background.”

“Not a chance,” he said, chuckling. “I’ll make sure the world knows how amazing you are.”

Y/N looked at him for a moment, a warmth spreading through her. “Goodnight, Tony.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, his heart racing as she turned to leave.

As she walked away, Tony felt a mix of emotions swirling within him—happiness, excitement, and that protective urge that had surged earlier. He knew that this was just the beginning, and he was more than ready to embrace whatever came next with her by his side.

With a skip in his step, Tony climbed into the car, a wide grin plastered across his face. Happy, who was waiting for him with an amused expression, raised an eyebrow as Tony settled into the passenger seat.

“Good night?” Happy asked, glancing at him in the rearview mirror.

“Better than good,” Tony said, barely able to contain his excitement. “I just met my soulmate!”

Happy's eyes widened. “What? Why aren’t we giving her a lift?”

“Because, Happy,” Tony replied, the grin still plastered on his face, “I’m already whipped.”

“Whipped, huh?” Happy chuckled. “What’s her name?”

Tony suddenly froze, a look of horror crossing his face. He buried his head in his hands, groaning dramatically. “I forgot to ask!”

Happy laughed heartily, shaking his head in disbelief. “You forgot to ask the name of your soulmate? Tony, come on! How does that even happen?”

“I was too busy being smitten,” Tony admitted, lowering his hands and running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I was just so caught up in the moment, and then she walked away—poof! Just like that!”

“Wow, you really are hopeless,” Happy teased. “What are you going to do now?”

“I’ll figure it out,” Tony said, waving a hand dismissively. “I’ll find her again. I mean, it’s not like she’s going to disappear completely. I just need to retrace my steps.”

“Great plan, Sherlock,” Happy said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “What are you going to do? Ask every woman you see if her name is Y/N?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “I’ll think of something. I’m Tony Stark, for crying out loud. I don’t do half-measures. I’ll just—”

“Just what? Use your genius intellect to create a device that finds her based on a quote?” Happy interjected, chuckling.

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea,” Tony said, a lightbulb moment sparking in his mind. “I could design a tracking system based on soulmate phrases! Brilliant!”

“Right, because that won’t make you look desperate at all,” Happy quipped, trying to hide his laughter.

“Whatever, I’m serious!” Tony exclaimed, his enthusiasm returning. “I’ll make it work. I can’t let her slip away just because I forgot to ask her name. This is my soulmate we’re talking about!”

Happy shook his head, still chuckling as he pulled out into the street. “Just be careful, Tony. Don’t scare her off with your overzealous genius.”

“Me? Scare her off?” Tony said, feigning innocence. “Never. I’m going to sweep her off her feet, and it all starts with finding out her name.”

As they drove away from the bookstore, Tony’s mind raced with ideas and possibilities. He knew he had a challenge ahead, but the excitement of having found his soulmate made every ounce of effort worthwhile. And he was determined to make sure Y/N would know just how special she truly was.

It took Tony less than ten minutes to find out everything he needed to know about Y/N, thanks to the facial recognition software he had developed. As the information flashed across the screen, he felt a thrill of excitement wash over him.

“Y/N,” he said, letting the name roll off his tongue. It felt perfect. He quickly scanned through the details. “Lives alone. Sister in another city. Mother is a surgeon.”

He paused, reading further, a smile spreading across his face as he discovered another intriguing detail. “And she’s a published author! Writes children’s books and stories, poems under the pen name Dr. Sweets. Almost a hundred of them published already! No wonder she’s so witty,” he mused aloud, impressed by her achievements.

“Wow, that’s quite the résumé,” Happy said, glancing at the screen. “What else does it say?”

Tony continued to read, his fascination growing. “It says she loves poetry and literature. She’s well-read, a total nerd for Shakespeare. Looks like I found someone who can match my intellect,” he said with a grin, his heart racing at the thought of their shared interests.

“Seems like you’re onto something good, Stark,” Happy replied, shaking his head in disbelief. “But seriously, you should probably reach out to her before you scare her off with all this intel.”

“Relax, I’m not going to jump right in,” Tony said, already thinking about how he could approach her. “I’ll play it cool. Maybe drop a casual mention of her books next time I see her.”

“Right, because nothing says ‘casual’ like discussing a woman’s work with her,” Happy teased.

“Hey, it’s a perfect icebreaker,” Tony argued, determination in his voice. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to talk about their own success?”

“Just remember to ask about the whole ‘oh damn’ thing next time, too,” Happy added with a smirk. “You know, you could be in trouble if she thinks you’re not serious about her.”

“I’ll make it work,” Tony said, confidence brimming in his tone. “I’m not letting this opportunity slip away. Y/N is something special, and I’m going to prove to her that I’m worth her time.”

Tony scanned the screen again, excitement bubbling within him. “And look, she works with this publishing house,” he exclaimed, pointing to the details.

“Can I buy it? Do we own it?” he asked Happy, a gleam of ambition in his eyes.

“Yes, buy the publishing house she works for,” Happy said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “That will really impress her.”

“Hey, you never know! It could work!” Tony shot back, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Tony, this is not going to be so easy,” Happy cautioned, his tone more serious now. “She doesn’t seem superficial like the other girls you’ve been around. She seems intense. Honestly, it says here she doesn’t like attention.”

Tony frowned, a bit of reality settling in. “So what? Just because she’s not a model doesn’t mean she won’t appreciate my efforts.”

“True, but you need to approach her differently than you would with the others,” Happy advised, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. “This isn’t just another fling, Tony. She’s your soulmate. You can’t just throw money at her and expect her to fall for you.”

Tony sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know, I know. I’m not planning to throw money at her. I’m just saying, I want to show her I’m serious about getting to know her.”

“Then take it slow,” Happy suggested. “Show interest in her work. Ask her about her books and poetry. That will impress her more than any flashy gesture.”

Happy chuckled, shaking his head. “Just don’t scare her off, Stark. She seems like the type who values authenticity.”

“Authenticity, huh?” Tony mused, a thoughtful smile crossing his face. “I can do that. Time to put on my best ‘non-superhero’ face.”

As they approached Stark Tower, Tony’s excitement grew. He knew this was just the beginning of something incredible, and he was ready to dive headfirst into the challenge of winning Y/N’s heart.

Y/N sat in her cozy apartment, trying to focus on the book in her hands, but her thoughts kept drifting back to her unexpected encounter with Tony Stark. She couldn’t shake the image of him standing there, staring at her with a mix of surprise and something else—was it admiration? The idea made her heart race and her mind whirl with uncertainty.

“Could he really be my soulmate?” she murmured to herself, glancing down at the words etched on her wrist, Oh damn. It was such a simple, unremarkable phrase. Yet, the way he had said it—the exact words that had been on her skin for as long as she could remember—made her question everything she thought she knew about fate.

But then reality crashed in. Tony Stark. The Iron Man. He was so… fancy, for lack of a better word. His life was a whirlwind of fame, luxury, and danger. He was always in the spotlight, always the center of attention. And she? She was just a children’s author, someone who preferred the quiet solitude of her home, the simple joy of creating stories that brought smiles to young faces.

“Why would someone like him be interested in someone like me?” Y/N wondered aloud, a frown tugging at her lips. The thought of being thrust into the limelight, of having the media’s prying eyes on her every move, made her stomach churn with anxiety. She had always cherished her privacy, her quiet life. The idea of losing that, of being dragged into Tony’s chaotic world, was terrifying.

She stood up and began pacing her small living room, her mind racing. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence,” she told herself, trying to calm her nerves. “It could just be that he said the same phrase. It doesn’t mean he’s my soulmate.”

But deep down, she knew that wasn’t true. The connection she felt when he had spoken those words, the way her heart had skipped a beat, was undeniable. There was something more there, something she couldn’t quite explain.

“Fate,” she whispered, sinking onto her couch. “Is this really what you’ve decided for me?” She buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed by the possibilities.

Tony Stark was everything she was not—bold, charismatic, larger than life. How could she possibly fit into his world? The thought of being by his side, of facing the constant attention and scrutiny, made her want to crawl under a blanket and hide.

And yet, there was a small part of her, a tiny voice in the back of her mind, that was curious. Could it be that Tony saw something in her that no one else had? Could it be that, despite all the differences, they were meant to be together?

Y/N sighed, looking around her cozy apartment. It was a place filled with warmth and creativity, so different from the cold, high-tech world Tony lived in. Could they really bridge that gap? Was she ready to step out of her comfort zone, to face the challenges that came with being linked to someone like him?

As she curled up on the couch, trying to find comfort in the familiar surroundings, her thoughts kept drifting back to Tony. The way he had looked at her, the sincerity in his eyes when he called her beautiful, played over and over in her mind.

Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t as impossible as it seemed. But the uncertainty, the fear of the unknown, made her heart race with anxiety.

“Why does fate have to be so complicated?” she muttered, pulling a blanket over herself. Despite her best efforts to push the thoughts away, the idea that Tony Stark might actually be her soulmate lingered, filling her with equal parts excitement and dread.

In the brightly lit office of Stark Tower, Tony Stark was sitting behind his massive desk, staring out at the city skyline. His mind kept drifting back to the brief encounter at the bookstore, the woman who had effortlessly turned his world upside down with a single Shakespearean quote. He was still grappling with the idea that his soulmate had been so close all along when Happy Hogan walked in, holding a tablet with a smirk on his face.

"Guess what, boss," Happy said, breaking Tony out of his thoughts. "Stark Industries actually does own the publishing house Y/N works with."

Tony turned to Happy, disbelief crossing his face. "You're kidding me, right?"

Happy shook his head, handing the tablet over to Tony. "Nope. We acquired it as part of a bigger deal a few years back. So, your soulmate was practically under your nose this whole time, and it took you… how long to find her?"

Tony felt a surge of frustration welling up inside him. He glanced at the information on the tablet, confirming what Happy had said. Y/N had been working for a publishing house that was technically under his control, and yet he had been completely oblivious.

“All this time…” Tony muttered, running a hand through his hair. “She was right there, and I didn’t even know it.” The thought of how much time he had missed with her, all the moments they could have shared, made his chest tighten with regret.

Happy watched him, a mix of amusement and sympathy in his eyes. "Well, better late than never, right? Now that you know, what’s the plan?"

Tony leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. The fact that she had been so close all this time only made him more determined not to waste another second. But the realization that they had lost years already stung more than he cared to admit. He had been so caught up in his own world, his own struggles, that he had never even thought to look in a place so close to home.

"My soulmate was right under my nose," Tony said, his voice tinged with frustration and a hint of disbelief. "And it took me this long to find her… What the hell have I been doing?"

Happy chuckled softly. "Saving the world, building suits, fighting aliens—just the usual Tony Stark stuff. But hey, now that you’ve found her, you can make up for lost time."

Tony nodded, though the frustration didn’t quite leave his face. The thought of all the moments he had missed with her, all the opportunities for connection that had slipped through his fingers, gnawed at him. But he wasn’t one to dwell on the past for long. If anything, this only fueled his determination to win her over, to make up for every lost second.

“I’m not going to waste any more time,” Tony said, a new resolve in his voice. “She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to show her exactly what she means to me. I’m going to make sure she never questions it, not for a second.”

Happy nodded approvingly. “Good. Just remember, this isn’t some business deal you can close with a few phone calls. You’re dealing with a real person, and she’s not going to be impressed by the usual Tony Stark charm.”

Tony smirked, his confidence returning. “Oh, I’m well aware. This is going to take more than just flowers and a fancy dinner. But if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to fight for what I want. And I’m not backing down from this.”

As he looked out the window again, the city lights twinkling in the distance, Tony’s thoughts were filled with the image of Y/N—her witty retorts, her passion for literature, and the way she had made him feel in just a few minutes of conversation. He had missed so much time with her already, but he was determined not to lose another moment.

Whatever it took, he would prove to her that he was worthy of being her soulmate. And this time, he wasn’t going to let anything stand in his way.

In the quiet hum of his computer lab, Tony Stark stood before his array of holographic displays, his mind focused on a single task: locating Y/N. With a determined look, he called out to his AI, "Jarvis, can you find her for me?"

The AI took only a few moments to scan the area, triangulating her phone’s signal. "Miss Y/N is currently sitting and reading at the secluded end of Central Park, sir."

Tony nodded, his thoughts racing. "Always avoiding crowds like the plague," he mused aloud. It made sense; Y/N seemed to prefer solitude, a trait so different from his own life, where crowds and cameras followed his every move. The idea that she might also avoid him, given his notoriety, wasn’t lost on him.

“Good job, genius,” Happy teased from across the lab, watching Tony with an amused expression.

Tony rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smirk on his face. "Can we see the book she has with her, Jarvis?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Jarvis responded promptly, “It appears she has about five books with her, sir.”

Tony’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Five books? That’s… ambitious.”

The AI continued, “Indeed, sir. She’s currently carrying volumes of Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, One Thousand and One Nights, One Hundred Years of Solitude, and...” Jarvis paused, as if for effect.

Tony leaned in, eager to hear the last title. "And which else?"

There was a slight hesitation before Jarvis answered, “Julius Caesar, sir.”

Tony couldn’t help but smile, a mix of admiration and amusement playing across his face. "Of course, Julius Caesar," he murmured, thinking back to the words etched into his skin—words she had casually thrown back at him in that bookstore. He had never expected to find his soulmate quoting Shakespeare in the middle of a late-night coffee run, but here he was.

As he considered the books Y/N had chosen, Tony felt a sense of balance in the fates’ decision. His world, driven by science, technology, and hard facts, was so different from her world of poetry, literature, and imagination. And yet, the combination seemed perfect. She was everything he wasn’t—introspective, creative, deeply connected to the beauty of words and ideas. It was a grounding influence, one he knew he needed.

“Seems like the universe is trying to balance me out,” Tony said, his voice softening as he allowed himself to feel a little bit of the wonder that had been missing from his life for so long. “My dry, factual world of science met by her imaginative, creative world of literature and poetry.”

He could feel the pieces of his life falling into place, this unexpected discovery of his soulmate being the final, crucial element. It wasn’t what he’d expected, but it was exactly what he needed. And now that he’d found her, he wasn’t about to let her slip away.

As he stared at the list of books on the display, Tony made a silent promise to himself. He would take the time to understand her world, to dive into the things she loved. If she could meet him in the world of Shakespeare and Plath, then he would meet her there too, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone.

"Alright, Happy," Tony said, turning to his friend with renewed determination. "Let’s go. I think it's time we paid a little visit to Central Park.

Y/N settled onto a quiet bench at the secluded end of Central Park, the kind of spot where the city’s constant hum felt more like a distant murmur. It was late afternoon, the sun dipping low and casting a warm, golden light through the trees. She pulled a few of her favorite books from her bag—treasured volumes that had always brought her comfort and inspiration—and placed them beside her. Each one held a world of stories, of characters and emotions that she could lose herself in.

Today, she needed that escape more than ever. She had a new children’s story forming in her mind, something whimsical and full of life, but the words were slow to come. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the previous night, to that unexpected encounter with Tony Stark. The Tony Stark.

She still couldn’t quite believe it. The image of him standing there, nearly colliding with her and uttering those fateful words, “Oh damn,” kept replaying in her mind. It was absurd, really. She had always imagined that if she ever found her soulmate, it would be in some grand, poetic moment—certainly not in a late-night bookstore with the most famous man in New York.

Y/N sighed, opening the book of Emily Dickinson’s poems, hoping to find solace in the familiar verses. But her thoughts refused to stay focused on the words. Instead, they wandered back to Tony, to his startled expression when she had recited the line from Julius Caesar, to the way he had looked at her with something like awe—or maybe disbelief.

Could it really be true? Could the fates have matched her with someone like Tony Stark? The thought both thrilled and terrified her. He was so different from anyone she had ever known, let alone imagined as her soulmate. He was brilliant, yes, but also larger than life, surrounded by constant attention and endless expectations. That wasn’t the kind of life she had ever wanted for herself.

She glanced at her wrist, at the small, elegant script that read Oh damn, and felt a pang of frustration. It was such a simple, common phrase, the opposite of what she had imagined her soulmate would say. For years, she had worried that the words marked there would belong to someone shallow, someone who wouldn’t understand her, who wouldn’t appreciate the depth of her love for literature, for the quiet beauty of the world.

And yet… she had felt something in that moment. Something she couldn’t quite define. Maybe it was the way Tony had looked at her, or maybe it was just the shock of meeting him in such an unexpected way. But the idea of him being her soulmate had lodged itself in her mind, refusing to leave.

She tried to push the thoughts away, focusing instead on her story. She was working on a tale about a small, adventurous rabbit who discovered a hidden garden, filled with plants that glowed in the moonlight. It was a story she had been turning over in her mind for days, one that had started as a vague idea but was now slowly taking shape.

But as she wrote, her thoughts kept slipping back to Tony. What would he think if he knew about her work? Would he even be interested in something so… simple, so unglamorous compared to his world of high-tech suits and saving the day? She couldn’t imagine him sitting down to read a children’s book, let alone one written by her.

Still, the thought of him made her heart race. And that was what scared her the most. She didn’t want to be swept up in his world, to be caught in the spotlight simply because she was connected to him. She liked her quiet life, her small but meaningful successes. She didn’t want that to change.

But as she sat there, the sun slowly setting and the park growing quieter, she realized that it might be too late for that. The fates had a way of forcing their hand, of pushing people into situations they weren’t entirely prepared for. And maybe, just maybe, this was one of those times.

Y/N had been so lost in the world of her books that she barely noticed the sun slipping behind the horizon, casting the park in a gentle twilight. She finally decided it was time to head home and carefully gathered her books, placing them back into her bag. But as she stood up, she caught sight of someone leaning casually against a nearby tree. She nearly jumped in surprise when she recognized him.

Tony Stark was standing there, his arms crossed, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his beard meticulously groomed. The expression on his face was one she hadn’t expected—soft, adoring, as if he had all the time in the world just to watch her. For a moment, she felt completely exposed, like he could see right through her.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Tony pushed off the tree and sauntered toward her with that signature Stark confidence. “I think I came around the time you were switching between Sylvia Plath and 1001 Nights,” he replied with a grin.

She narrowed her eyes at him, both annoyed and flustered by his sudden appearance. “And how can I help you today, Mr. Iron Man?” she teased, trying to hide how his intense gaze made her feel like she was the only person in the world for him.

Tony chuckled softly but before he could respond, she held up a hand, stopping him. “Wait, don’t answer that question. First, tell me how you found me here. It’s not exactly a place most people know about.”

Tony’s grin widened as he shrugged slightly, the picture of nonchalance. “Let’s just say I have a very resourceful AI and a bit of a genius for a brain. But honestly, finding you wasn’t the hard part—it was staying away that was tough.”

She bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure despite the butterflies that had erupted in her stomach. “You… stayed away?”

“For a few hours,” Tony admitted, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “I wasn’t sure if I should come over, but then I realized I couldn’t just let you walk away without seeing you again.”

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. She didn’t know whether to be flattered or alarmed by his determination. She had never been someone who enjoyed attention, especially not from someone as high-profile as Tony Stark. Yet, here he was, making her feel like she was the center of his universe.

“And what exactly do you plan to do now that you’ve found me?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as she studied him, trying to decipher his intentions.

Tony met her gaze, his expression serious now. “I plan to convince you that ‘Oh damn’ wasn’t just a throwaway line. I know it’s not exactly poetic, but…” He paused, taking a step closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I think you might be worth more than all the poetry in the world.”

Her breath caught in her throat at his words, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. This wasn’t the Tony Stark she had expected—arrogant, flippant, and full of bravado. This was a man who seemed genuinely invested in getting to know her, who saw something in her that she didn’t fully understand yet.

Y/N swallowed, trying to find her voice. “You know, Mr. Stark, you’re not what I expected.”

“Good,” Tony replied, his smile returning, though there was a tenderness in his eyes. “I don’t want to be what you expect. I want to be… better.”

She couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to Tony Stark than met the eye. And maybe, she was willing to find out just what that was.

Tony watched her closely, noticing the way her cheeks flushed at his words. The sight made his heart skip a beat, and he knew he was finally getting to her, breaking through that calm, composed exterior she kept so carefully intact.

“Would you not call me Mr. Stark?” Tony asked, his voice dipping lower, almost playful. “I do love it coming from your mouth… and honestly, it does so many things to me…”

Y/N’s blush deepened, and Tony could see the effect his words had on her. He leaned in just a little closer, his tone teasing but laced with something deeper. “Maybe we can keep the ‘Mr. Stark’ for more… private encounters.”

Her breath hitched, and she quickly averted her gaze, bending down to pick up her books as if they could shield her from the intensity of the moment. But she couldn’t hide from Tony—he was relentless, and she could feel his eyes on her, burning with an intensity that made her pulse race.

“I’ll call you Tony if that’s what you prefer,” she replied, her voice slightly shaky but still managing to hold onto a semblance of control.

Tony couldn’t help but smile at her attempt to stay composed, admiring how she was trying to hide her shyness. “Tony it is then,” he said, still watching her with that same adoring gaze.

As she gathered her books, he noticed how her fingers fumbled slightly, her nerves getting the better of her despite her best efforts. It was endearing, and Tony felt a swell of affection for her—a feeling he wasn’t used to, but one he found himself embracing more and more.

He stepped forward, reaching out to gently take one of the books from her hands, his fingers brushing against hers. “Let me help you with these,” he offered, his voice softening.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, glancing up at him with wide eyes, as if she was trying to decide whether or not to let him in. But then, she nodded, allowing him to take the book from her.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tony smiled down at her, feeling an unexpected surge of protectiveness. “Anytime, Y/N. Anytime.”

As they stood there, close enough to feel each other’s warmth, Tony couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, he had finally found something—or someone—worth holding onto.

"How did you reach here without your fan crowds following you" she asks

“I flew here,” he had said with a smirk, enjoying the surprised look on her face when he admitted to arriving in his suit.

“You flew here? In your suit?” she asked, incredulity lacing her voice as she glanced around.

“Yes,” Tony replied, his smirk widening.

“But… I don’t see your suit anywhere,” she continued, her eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to catch him in a lie.

Tony chuckled softly, relishing the moment. “That’s because it’s here,” he said, lifting his wrist to show her the sleek bracelet. With a quick press of a button, his suit began to unfold from the bracelet, the pieces assembling themselves into the iconic armor.

Y/N’s eyes widened in astonishment, and she took a small step back, clearly impressed. “It’s a beautiful piece of machinery,” she finally said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. “I don’t understand the technology of it, but it does look so… sophisticated and well-designed.”

Tony’s heart swelled at her words. He had been praised by some of the brightest minds in the world, but something about her admiration felt more authentic, more real. It wasn’t just about the suit or his genius; it was about how she saw the world, how she saw him.

“Maybe I can show you the lab too,” Tony added, a hopeful note in his voice, wondering if she would say yes.

“I’d like that,” she said with a small smile, her eyes softening. “I’m struggling to finish this new story, so it might be a refreshing small break for me.”

Tony’s heart leaped with excitement. “Let’s go then,” he said, offering her his hand.

She hesitated for just a moment before placing her hand in his, and Tony couldn’t help but notice how perfectly their hands fit together. As they started walking, he felt a strange sense of contentment wash over him—a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“Ready for a little adventure?” Tony asked, glancing over at her with a playful grin.

“Are we going to walk there? Since you flew here…” she asked, not quite realizing the implications of her words until she saw the romantic look in Tony’s eyes shift into something playful and mischievous.

“I have something else in mind,” he replied, and before she could react, Tony stepped into his suit.

In a flash, he was encased in the sleek armor, the familiar whir and hum of the technology surrounding him. Y/N’s heart raced as she tried to comprehend what was happening.

Then, before she could fully process it, Tony scooped her up effortlessly into his arms.

“Wait, what—?” she exclaimed, but her words were cut off as he jetted off into the sky, the city of New York sprawling beneath them.

The rush of wind whipped around them, and Y/N instinctively closed her eyes tightly, her heart pounding in her chest. She clutched Tony’s neck like her life depended on it, feeling a mixture of thrill and terror.

“Whoa!” she finally managed to breathe out, her voice a mix of exhilaration and disbelief.

“Hold on tight!” Tony shouted back, his laughter ringing in her ears as they soared through the night sky. “I promise, it’s going to be a smooth ride!”

Y/N couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh, the thrill of the moment overcoming her initial fear. As they flew higher, she slowly opened her eyes, taking in the breathtaking view of the city lights twinkling below them.

“Is this how you always travel?” she called out, feeling the adrenaline rush coursing through her veins.

“Only when I’m trying to impress my soulmate,” he replied, glancing down at her with that playful smirk that made her heart flutter.

The rush of flying with him felt exhilarating, and she couldn’t help but smile despite her initial shock. “You definitely succeeded!”

As they approached Stark Tower, Y/N’s mind raced with the thrill of it all. In that moment, she realized she was not just captivated by the experience, but also by the man holding her—the genius billionaire with a heart that seemed to match the wildness of the sky they were soaring through.

As Tony gently set Y/N down on the rooftop of Stark Tower, the machines began to whir and click, efficiently retracting his suit piece by piece. Y/N still felt breathless from the exhilaration of the flight, her heart racing in tandem with the adrenaline.

"You scared me," she chided, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind her ear as she regained her composure. "A heads-up would have been nice!"

Tony chuckled, the sound rich and warm against the backdrop of the sprawling city below. “Now, where’s the fun in that?” he teased, a playful glint in his eye. He took a step closer, the vibrant city lights reflecting in his gaze.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his irreverent charm, even as she tried to suppress the fluttering sensation in her stomach. “You’re impossible,” she replied, crossing her arms playfully.

“Maybe,” he said, leaning against the edge of the rooftop. “But you’ve got to admit, it was pretty epic.”

She couldn’t deny it. The rush of flying through the air with him was unlike anything she had ever experienced. “Okay, I’ll give you that,” she conceded, looking out over the city. “It was incredible.”

“Now that we’re up here, what do you think?” Tony asked, gesturing to the impressive view. “Welcome to my home away from home.”

Y/N turned to look at him, her heart swelling with warmth. “It’s beautiful,” she said, genuinely impressed. “I can’t believe I’m here.”

Tony’s expression softened as he watched her take it all in. “And you’re going to love the lab,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “Let me show you what I’ve been working on. I think you’ll find it fascinating.”

“I’d love to see it,” she replied, her curiosity piqued.

“Great,” Tony said, taking her hand and leading her toward the entrance to the building. “But just so you know, I’m going to have to impress you even more now.”

“Oh really?” Y/N quipped, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You think you can top that?”

“Challenge accepted,” he said, grinning as they stepped inside. With every step, Y/N felt her excitement build, eager to learn more about the man who had unexpectedly turned her world upside down.

As they stood on the rooftop, Y/N couldn’t help but admire the sprawling city beneath them, its lights twinkling like stars scattered across a velvet canvas. The breeze tousled her hair, and for a moment, she felt utterly at peace.

“How do you leave this place every day?” she mused, leaning against the railing. “I can’t fathom it. It’s so peaceful here. I could just put my sofa here and write and read and never leave this place.”

Tony watched her, his gaze warm and appreciative. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he replied, stepping closer. “I can make it happen for you, baby girl.” His voice dropped to a near whisper, brushing against her ear, and Y/N gasped at their sudden proximity.

Her heart raced as she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin. “Tony…” she started, her voice barely a whisper. The way he called her “baby girl” sent shivers down her spine, igniting a mix of excitement and nerves within her.

“Just think about it,” he continued, his tone playful yet sincere. “A cozy little reading nook up here, just you, your books, and the city skyline as your backdrop. No distractions, just peace and inspiration.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat at the thought, both flattered and thrilled by his offer. “That sounds amazing, but I don’t want to impose,” she said, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to regain her composure.

Tony chuckled softly, clearly enjoying her flustered state. “You’re not imposing. In fact, I think it would be a perfect addition to this place,” he insisted. “You belong here, Y/N. I can’t help but want to make it happen.”

As she turned to meet his gaze, Y/N saw a sincerity in his eyes that made her heart flutter even more. “You really mean that, don’t you?” she asked, searching his face for confirmation.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his expression earnest. “You inspire me. Plus, who wouldn’t want a brilliant author hanging around?”

Y/N felt a rush of warmth at his words, and despite her initial hesitation, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the beginning of something incredible. She smiled, feeling a sense of belonging that she hadn’t expected to find. “Okay, then. Let’s see your lab,” she said, a newfound confidence in her voice.

“After you, my dear,” Tony said, gesturing grandly toward the entrance with a charming grin. As they walked inside, Y/N felt the thrill of adventure bubbling within her, eager to explore not only the impressive lab but also the connection blossoming between them.

As they stepped into the sleek interior of Stark Tower, Y/N was suddenly greeted by a smooth, robotic voice. “Welcome Miss., Mr Stark’s soulmate. I am JARVIS.”

Startled, Y/N nearly clutched Tony's arm, her heart racing at the unexpected greeting. “What? What…?” she stammered, wide-eyed as she turned to Tony, half-amused and half-terrified by the voice of the AI.

Tony couldn’t help but laugh, clearly enjoying her reaction. “I should have warned you about JARVIS,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. “He tends to be a bit… formal.”

Y/N blinked at the AI, “Is that really how you introduce yourself?” she asked, a mixture of surprise and curiosity lacing her tone.

“Only when it comes to important guests,” JARVIS replied smoothly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/N.”

Y/N’s surprise melted into a smile, her initial shock fading as she processed the AI’s welcoming demeanor. “It’s nice to meet you too, JARVIS,” she said, trying to sound composed.

Tony leaned closer, his voice low and playful. “See? Even JARVIS is on my side. I think it’s a sign.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, but a small smile crept onto her lips. “Is that how you woo all your guests? With AI compliments?”

“Only the special ones,” he replied, grinning widely. “Now, shall we?” He motioned toward the impressive lab, eager to show her around.

“Lead the way,” she said, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity as they stepped deeper into Tony’s world. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, and Y/N felt a spark of inspiration igniting within her as she followed Tony into the heart of his genius.

As they entered the lab, Tony felt a surge of pride mixed with excitement. This was his sanctuary—a space filled with cutting-edge technology, intricate gadgets, and the fruits of his labor. It was also a place he had never opened up to anyone before, but somehow, it felt entirely right to share it with Y/N.

“What’s this?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she approached a sleek, metallic device sitting on a workbench.

“That’s a prototype for a new energy source,” Tony explained, stepping closer. “It’s still in the early stages, but I think it has the potential to change how we generate power.”

“Wow,” Y/N said, genuinely impressed. “It looks so advanced. How do you even begin to create something like this?”

Tony smiled, thrilled by her interest. “Well, it all starts with a vision. I think about what’s possible and then reverse-engineer it until I have a workable model. You’d be surprised how many ideas come from just tinkering.”

She nodded, hanging on his every word like it was gold. “I love that. It’s like writing a story. You start with an idea and then build on it until it becomes something real.”

“Exactly!” he replied, his enthusiasm matching hers. “And just like a good story, you have to be willing to take risks and make adjustments along the way.”

As they moved through the lab, Y/N asked questions about every piece of technology they encountered. “What’s this one?” she inquired, pointing to a cluster of colorful wires and glowing lights.

“That’s a neural interface,” Tony said, proud to explain. “It allows users to control devices with their thoughts. I’m still perfecting it, but the potential is limitless.”

Her eyes widened. “That’s incredible! Can it really read thoughts?”

“In theory, yes. It’s still a work in progress, though,” he replied, enjoying the way her fascination lit up the room.

Y/N continued to explore, her excitement palpable as she leaned closer to examine the gadgets. “What about this one?” she asked, reaching for a small, spherical drone perched on a shelf.

Tony grinned, watching her enthusiasm with delight. “That’s one of my favorites. It’s designed to assist with search and rescue missions. It can scan areas for heat signatures and transmit data back to me in real time.”

“Impressive!” she exclaimed, her admiration for him growing by the second. “I had no idea you did so much.”

“Just another day in the life of Tony Stark,” he said, attempting to sound nonchalant, but the pride in his voice was unmistakable.

As they moved deeper into the lab, Y/N continued to ask questions, each one drawing Tony in further. It was a refreshing change from the usual encounters he had, where people were often enamored by his fame rather than his work. With Y/N, he felt seen for who he truly was—a passionate inventor and a dreamer.

Finally, as they paused in front of a massive screen displaying complex data, Y/N turned to him, her expression serious. “You really care about all of this, don’t you? It’s more than just technology for you.”

Tony nodded, feeling a warmth spread through him at her insight. “It is. It’s about making a difference, pushing boundaries, and—” he hesitated for a moment, “—leaving a legacy.”

Y/N smiled softly, her admiration for him evident in her gaze. “I think that’s amazing. You’re not just creating for yourself; you’re creating for the world.”

Tony’s heart swelled at her words. In that moment, surrounded by his creations, he felt a deeper connection to Y/N, one that transcended their initial encounter. She was not just his soulmate; she was someone who understood the passion that drove him. And as he looked into her eyes, he realized that this was the kind of bond he had always yearned for.

Suddenly, Y/N’s phone rang, breaking the moment’s magic. She glanced at the screen, her brow furrowing slightly, and Tony noticed the flicker of concern in her eyes. He couldn’t help but feel a flash of annoyance at whoever was on the other end, stirring a hint of worry in his soulmate.

“Excuse me for a moment,” she said, stepping aside to answer the call. As Tony watched her, he was captivated by her grace, the way her long black hair swayed gently as she turned away. She stood near the massive glass windows of the lab, the cityscape of New York sprawling beneath them. The ambient glow from the skyline framed her, and for a brief moment, she looked like she belonged in a painting—a figure caught in a world of creativity and ambition.

Y/N spoke softly into the phone, her expression shifting from curious to serious. Although she maintained her composure, Tony could sense a slight tension in her posture. He clenched his jaw, feeling an unfamiliar protectiveness bubble inside him. No one should make his soulmate anxious; she deserved to be surrounded by positivity and encouragement.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, Y/N ended the call, taking a deep breath as she returned to him. “It was my publisher,” she explained, her voice steady yet tinged with the remnants of the conversation. “I have a deadline for my new book. It’s finished, but I still have to make some adjustments.”

“What’s it about?” Tony asked, genuinely interested, his previous irritation fading away as he focused on her passion.

Y/N’s face lit up, and for a moment, she seemed to forget her earlier worries. “It’s a children’s story written in poetic form,” she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “It’s about encouraging kids to pursue their dreams and never give up.” She spoke with a heartfelt joy that warmed Tony’s heart. He could see how much this project meant to her, and it deepened his admiration for her creativity and commitment to inspiring young minds.

“That sounds amazing,” he replied, feeling inspired by her passion. “I can’t wait to read it.”

“I have to go now. I’ll call a taxi,” she said, glancing at her watch.

“Or you can take one of my cars,” he suggested with a playful grin. “The Lamborghini suits you perfectly.”

Y/N shot him a mock scolding look, raising an eyebrow in a way that was both adorable and fierce. “I can’t just take your car every time, Tony.”

He sheepishly withdrew, holding up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, no more car offers.”

Just as he began to think she might leave without any fanfare, Y/N slowly approached him, her expression softening. She rose up on her toes and pressed a gentle peck on his cheek. The brief touch sent a jolt of warmth through him, igniting his heart.

“This was fun,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll see you soon.”

As she stepped back, Tony stood frozen, breathless and dazed. The simplicity of the gesture was overwhelming, and he couldn’t help but think, Oh yes, I am so whipped. A smile crept onto his face, the kind that felt like it could light up the entire tower. This woman, this beautiful, intelligent soul, had effortlessly captured his heart in a matter of hours.

He watched as she walked away, feeling an insatiable desire to keep her close. The moment was fleeting, but it left an indelible mark on him, one he knew he would carry with him until they met again.

As Y/N walked away, Tony stood there, momentarily paralyzed by the softness of her kiss. The world around him faded into a blur; the bustling sounds of the lab and the city below fell silent. All he could focus on was the warmth that lingered on his cheek, a delicate reminder of her presence. The simplicity of that single gesture sent his mind into a whirlwind of emotions, stirring something deep within him that he had never fully acknowledged before.

He felt a rush of exhilaration, like the first spark of energy from his arc reactor coursing through him. The kiss was innocent yet electrifying, and he couldn't help but replay the moment over and over in his mind. Did she really just kiss me? he thought, a smile creeping across his face. The thought made his heart race, pounding in his chest like a wild drum. For so long, he had been surrounded by people who were drawn to his fame, wealth, and the Iron Man persona. But Y/N saw him—Tony Stark, the man behind the legend. She wasn’t intimidated or starstruck; she was genuine, and that authenticity captivated him.

As the initial thrill began to settle, a wave of protectiveness washed over him. He thought about how anyone could make her anxious, and that thought alone ignited a fierce need to shield her from anything that could dim the light in her eyes. No one gets to make her feel anything less than amazing, he vowed silently. The possessiveness surprised him; he had never been the type to feel this way about anyone, but with Y/N, everything felt different.

He thought back to their conversation and how effortlessly she had captured his attention. The way her face lit up while discussing her children’s book revealed a passion and depth that he hadn’t anticipated. She was not just another pretty face; she was intelligent, witty, and so full of life. That realization made him want to learn everything about her, to know the stories behind her stories, and to be a part of her world.

Tony couldn’t shake the feeling of urgency that clawed at him. He wanted to be the one to encourage her, to support her dreams, and to ensure she knew how extraordinary she truly was. He had never been the type to invest so deeply in someone so quickly, yet Y/N seemed to unravel a side of him he thought was buried beneath layers of sarcasm and bravado.

As he watched her leave, Tony felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension. What if she doesn’t want to see me again? The thought made his stomach twist. He couldn’t allow that to happen. He was determined to show her that he was worth her time, that he was more than just Iron Man and a billionaire—he was Tony, and he could make her laugh, challenge her intellect, and share in her passions.

With renewed determination, he made a silent promise to himself: he would find a way to be in her life, to support her in her endeavors, and to ensure that their paths intertwined in a way that was undeniable. He wasn’t just going to let fate decide their future. No, he would pursue her with the same tenacity he brought to every challenge, because Y/N was not just his soulmate; she was a woman who had ignited something in him he thought was lost.

As he turned back toward the lab, a grin broke across his face. This was just the beginning, and he was ready to take on whatever it took to keep Y/N close, to explore this connection that felt so powerful and rare. The kiss had sealed a promise in his heart, one he intended to honor with every fiber of his being. Tony Stark was going to make sure that this time, fate wouldn’t be the only force at play; he would be the one to steer their destiny.

As Tony stood there, lost in the afterglow of Y/N's kiss, Jarvis's calm, analytical voice broke through his reverie.

"I sense a sudden rise in your heart rate, sir," the AI commented, his tone devoid of emotion yet surprisingly perceptive. "You are also displaying small symptoms of breathlessness, and your face temperature seems slightly higher than normal. Should I ring the doctor?"

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. “Jarvis, I appreciate your concern,” he replied, waving a dismissive hand as he turned to face the AI interface glowing in front of him. “But I don’t need a doctor. I just had a very significant moment with my soulmate, thank you very much.” The bemusement in his voice was layered with an edge of incredulity.

While Jarvis had access to countless data points about human physiology, he was, after all, an artificial intelligence. He couldn’t comprehend the emotional whirlwind swirling inside Tony at that moment. To Jarvis, the information was mere statistics: a heartbeat rising, temperature increasing, a slight gasp. But to Tony, it was a maelstrom of feelings—joy, excitement, and a rush of affection that felt almost overwhelming.

“Your biological reactions are consistent with experiencing heightened emotional stimuli, sir. Would it not be prudent to assess the situation medically?” Jarvis pressed, the logical insistence of his programming evident.

Tony leaned back against the counter, folding his arms as he let out an exasperated sigh. “Jarvis, you might know everything about my body, but you can’t understand what it feels like to be utterly and completely captivated by someone,” he retorted, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “It’s like trying to explain color to someone who’s been blind their whole life.”

His heart continued to race, the memory of Y/N’s soft lips on his cheek igniting a fire in his chest that he couldn’t quite articulate. The way she had looked at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and mischief, was enough to leave him breathless. He didn’t need a medical diagnosis to know that he was feeling something profound.

“Your poetic metaphors are noted, sir. However, may I suggest that you consider the possibility of underlying physiological concerns?” Jarvis replied, a hint of dry humor lacing his response.

Tony couldn’t suppress a laugh, shaking his head at the AI’s relentless adherence to logic. “Jarvis, I’m perfectly fine. I’m just in a… state of emotional upheaval. That’s all.” He paused, then added with a smirk, “But don’t go telling anyone about this. The Iron Man can’t be seen having a moment, can he?”

As he spoke, Tony’s mind was already racing ahead, planning how he could make this connection with Y/N deeper. His heart was still pounding, but now it was filled with a sense of purpose. He wouldn’t let the opportunity slip through his fingers. With every beat, he felt a determination to be the man she deserved, to show her the world he inhabited and invite her into it fully.

“Very well, sir. I’ll log this incident as a ‘significant emotional event’ in your records,” Jarvis replied, his voice lightening with amusement. “And I will refrain from informing anyone of your current state of emotional upheaval.”

“Good call, Jarvis,” Tony replied, the warmth of Y/N’s kiss still lingering on his skin. He straightened up, a newfound energy coursing through him. “Now, let’s get back to work. I have a soulmate to impress.”

With that, Tony turned away from the interface, his mind already buzzing with ideas. He felt invigorated, ready to embrace this new chapter with Y/N, no matter the challenges that lay ahead. The thrill of possibility was electrifying, and he was determined to seize it with both hands.

Y/N sat at her desk, the soft glow of her desk lamp illuminating the pages spread out before her. The comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint scent of paper and ink that always surrounded her workspace. She was in the final stages of editing her latest children’s book, carefully crafting each sentence to inspire young readers. But no matter how focused she tried to be, her thoughts kept drifting back to Tony.

She stared at her computer screen, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, but the words she needed to write seemed to slip through her fingers like sand. Instead, her mind replayed the moments from their time together at Stark Tower—the way Tony had looked at her with those warm, expressive eyes, and how he had so effortlessly made her feel special in a world that often felt overwhelming. His laughter echoed in her ears, mingling with the soft whispers of their conversation.

The memory of their shared moments hung heavily in her thoughts. She had been so surprised by his openness, the way he had welcomed her into his world of technology and invention, sharing parts of himself that he rarely showed anyone. That warmth contrasted starkly with the intense persona he displayed to the world, and it made her feel honored that he had chosen to share that side with her. She thought of the excitement in his voice as he explained his inventions and the passion he had for his work. It was a stark reminder of the many layers he possessed, and she felt a thrill at the thought of uncovering each one.

But it was their brief kiss that lingered the longest in her mind. Y/N bit her lip, recalling how her heart had raced the moment she had leaned in and pressed her lips to his cheek. The impulsive gesture had felt natural, yet she had also been acutely aware of the weight of the moment. It was a simple act, but it had carried a weight of meaning she hadn’t anticipated. She didn’t want to push him away, but she also didn’t want to seem too eager or overwhelming. The kiss was a delicate balance—a promise of something more, yet not too much all at once.

She sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she tried to refocus on her work. But the thought of Tony’s playful grin and the mischievous sparkle in his eyes kept pulling her back into that moment. It was astonishing how someone could stir such a whirlwind of emotions within her—a mix of excitement, joy, and a hint of anxiety.

Feeling a surge of gratitude, Y/N smiled softly to herself. She was thankful that Tony had trusted her enough to invite her into his personal space. Not everyone got to see that side of him, she mused. It made her wonder about his past, the reasons he was so guarded, and why he chose her to share his world with. There was a sweetness in their connection that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

Setting her editing aside for a moment, Y/N grabbed her notebook and a pen, flipping to a fresh page. She began to jot down her thoughts about Tony, her heart swelling as she wrote. Each word flowed with a mix of admiration and affection, detailing the little moments that made her smile. The way he had brushed a stray hair behind her ear, the way he had listened intently to her ideas, and how his laughter had brightened the room.

As she wrote, she found herself leaning into the feelings that had blossomed between them, no longer afraid of what that might mean. Her heart raced at the thought of exploring this newfound connection. She envisioned their future encounters, moments filled with laughter, shared dreams, and perhaps more kisses—each one a promise of deeper intimacy.

Y/N paused, her pen hovering over the page, feeling a warmth blossom in her chest. She realized that this was more than just a crush; it was a spark of something significant. Something that could change everything. Taking a deep breath, she set the pen down and returned to her editing, this time with renewed energy and clarity. The words she had struggled to find earlier now flowed effortlessly as she infused her writing with the joy that Tony had inspired in her.

As she worked, she couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, she was ready to embrace whatever this connection with Tony would bring. With a smile on her face, she dove back into her story, feeling invigorated by the possibilities that lay ahead.

Y/N took a deep breath as she stepped out of the cab in front of Stark Tower. The towering structure loomed above her, reflecting the afternoon sun like a giant mirror. She felt a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins, mingled with a hint of anxiety. After submitting her manuscript to the publisher, she had decided on a whim to visit Tony, her heart drawing her toward him like a magnet. But as she approached the entrance, she noticed a large crowd gathered outside, their voices rising in a cacophony of excitement.

Her heart sank. Crowds had always made her anxious, and the thought of pushing through throngs of people just to see Tony felt overwhelming. “Maybe this is a bad idea,” she thought, taking a step back, ready to turn around and find a quieter place to think.

But just as she began to retreat, a familiar figure stepped forward, breaking through the crowd like a beacon. Happy, Tony’s trusted man and best friend, waved at her with a wide grin.

“Hey there! What are you doing?” he called out, making his way toward her with a confident stride.

Y/N hesitated, her heart racing as she met his gaze. “I was just… thinking about visiting Tony, but maybe now isn’t a good time,” she replied, glancing nervously at the crowd.

Happy chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “He’ll have my head if I let you go without meeting him. Come on!” He gestured for her to follow him, steering her away from the chaos at the entrance and toward a side door that led into the building.

“But I don’t want to interrupt,” she protested, her unease bubbling up again. “He probably has a lot going on.”

“Trust me,” Happy replied, his voice firm yet friendly. “Tony’s been looking forward to seeing you. You’re not interrupting anything. You’re a breath of fresh air around here.” He flashed her a reassuring smile, and for a moment, her anxiety began to fade.

Reluctantly, Y/N followed him inside, the cool air of the tower wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. They walked through a sleek, modern hallway, the walls adorned with art and technology that made her heart race with excitement.

As they approached the elevator, Happy turned to her, his expression earnest. “You’re really going to like it here. Just be yourself, and Tony will do the rest.”

Y/N nodded, her nerves still fluttering in her stomach. “Thanks, Happy. I appreciate you helping me.”

The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside. Happy pressed the button for the top floor, and the elevator began to ascend smoothly. As they rose, Y/N could feel her heart pounding in anticipation. What would Tony say? What would they talk about? The thought of seeing him again made her giddy.

When the elevator chimed, indicating they had reached their destination, the doors opened to reveal the breathtaking view of the city skyline. Y/N gasped at the sight. The entire expanse of the city stretched out before her, glittering like a sea of diamonds under the sun.

“Welcome to the top floor,” Happy announced with a flourish, stepping aside to let her take it all in.

“Wow,” she breathed, stepping forward to take in the view. “This is incredible.”

Happy grinned at her reaction. “It gets better.” He led her through a large open space filled with sleek, high-tech equipment and glass walls that showcased the view. “And right over here is the lab. Tony should be around here somewhere.”

As they walked in, Y/N spotted Tony at the far end of the lab, hunched over a workbench, engrossed in what appeared to be a new gadget. He was clad in his usual casual attire, a fitted shirt and jeans, with a slight sheen of concentration on his face that made him look both focused and utterly captivating.

“Tony!” Happy called out, breaking the quiet hum of machinery.

Tony looked up, a smile breaking across his face as he spotted Y/N. “Hey! You made it!” He dropped what he was working on and hurried over, his excitement palpable.

Y/N felt a rush of warmth spread through her at his welcoming tone. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she said, her voice slightly shaky.

“Not at all,” he said, shaking his head. “I was just tinkering with this. But you—” he stepped closer, his gaze softening. “You are the highlight of my day.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words, and she felt the earlier anxiety melt away as she got lost in his gaze. “I just thought I’d drop by. I submitted my manuscript, and I wanted to celebrate a little.”

“Then let’s celebrate!” Tony exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. “Happy, go grab some drinks. We’re having a mini-celebration!”

Y/N felt a rush of warmth spread through her at his words, and she quickly shook her head. “You know, instead of drinks, how about I cook something? I could whip up a little celebration feast.”

Tony raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “You cook? Now that’s something I didn’t expect from my soulmate,” he said, grinning. “What can you make?”

Y/N chuckled, her confidence growing. “A little bit of everything, really. Italian, Asian, some good old-fashioned comfort food. But I think I’ll need a kitchen to work with.”

Tony’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “You’ve just won the jackpot. My kitchen is fully stocked and ready for a chef like you.” He gestured grandly toward a nearby doorway. “Follow me to the culinary paradise.”

As they walked toward the kitchen, Y/N felt a flutter of nerves mixed with exhilaration. Cooking for Tony felt like a big step, but she loved the idea of sharing a piece of herself with him in such a personal way.

The kitchen was spacious and modern, equipped with the latest gadgets and gleaming countertops. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight. “Wow, this is impressive!”

“Only the best for my soulmate,” Tony said, leaning against the counter with a playful smirk. “Now, what’s on the menu?”

“Let’s see…” Y/N replied, pulling her phone out to browse through her saved recipes. “How about a classic spaghetti carbonara? It’s simple but always a crowd-pleaser.”

“Sounds amazing,” Tony said, watching her with admiration. “I’ll be your sous-chef. What do you need me to do?”

Y/N laughed, feeling a wave of warmth at his eagerness to help. “You can chop the garlic and get the pasta boiling while I prep the sauce.”

“Consider it done.” Tony hopped to action, grabbing a cutting board and a knife with surprising enthusiasm. “Chopping garlic? This is way more fun than I expected.”

Y/N smiled as she began mixing the eggs, cheese, and pepper for the sauce. She stole glances at Tony as he diligently chopped, his focus unwavering. There was something undeniably charming about watching him tackle a mundane task with such determination.

“So, while we cook,” Tony said, glancing up at her, “tell me more about your writing. What inspired you to write children’s books?”

Y/N felt a swell of pride at the question. “I’ve always believed in the power of stories to inspire and uplift,” she explained, her voice growing animated. “When I was a kid, I had books that helped me escape and dream big. I wanted to create that same magic for other kids.”

Tony nodded, clearly impressed. “That’s incredible. You really have a gift for it, you know. It takes a special kind of person to do what you do.”

“Thanks, Tony,” she said, her cheeks warming at his praise. “It means a lot coming from you. You’ve done so much to inspire others, too, in your own way.”

“Touché,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “But I’m not the one writing stories for children. I build high-tech suits and fight bad guys. You’re shaping young minds, and that’s a huge responsibility.”

“True, but I think stories can change the world in a different way,” she countered, stirring the sauce. “They teach empathy, creativity, and resilience.”

“Okay, I see your point,” Tony conceded, his gaze locked on her. “And it’s a damn good one.”

As they continued to prepare the meal, Y/N felt a sense of ease enveloping her. Cooking alongside Tony, sharing her thoughts and laughter, made her heart swell with affection. It was as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of them in their little kitchen paradise.

Once the pasta was ready, Y/N plated the carbonara and turned to Tony, a grin spreading across her face. “Ta-da! Dinner is served.”

“Now, that looks incredible,” Tony said, his eyes lighting up as he took in the steaming plate. “I’m impressed, chef. You might just have to come back and cook for me more often.”

Y/N laughed, feeling a delightful warmth bloom in her chest. “Only if you promise to be my sous-chef again.”

“Deal.” He flashed her a charming smile, and as they sat down to eat, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like this was the start of something beautiful—a shared journey marked by laughter, stories, and a blossoming connection that felt destined.

As they settled at the dining table, Tony couldn’t help but steal glances at Y/N as she took a bite of the spaghetti carbonara. She had this effortless grace about her, a genuine joy radiating from her with each smile. But it was something else that captured his attention, something intoxicating that filled the air around her—a distinct fragrance that was both alluring and unique. It was subtle yet profound, lingering like a gentle embrace, and it stirred something deep within him.

“Okay, I have to ask,” Tony said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes narrowing playfully. “What is that amazing smell? You smell incredible. It’s like… a mix of flowers and sunshine.”

Y/N paused mid-bite, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she met his gaze. “Really? You like it?”

“Like it? I’m obsessed with it,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. “Even Jarvis couldn’t figure out what it is. I’ve never encountered a scent like that before. It’s like you’re a walking garden.”

Her laughter danced through the air, soft and melodious. “That’s such a sweet compliment, Tony. But it’s not from a store or anything artificial. I make my own fragrance.”

Tony’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You make your own fragrance? That’s incredible! Tell me more.”

Y/N leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Yeah, it’s something my mom taught me when I was around 14 or 15. She’s really into natural remedies and holistic living, so I learned how to create my own scents using organic oils and natural flowers.”

“Wait, you mean to tell me you’re a fragrance wizard?” Tony teased, feigning disbelief. “What else don’t I know about you?”

Y/N giggled, shaking her head. “It’s not magic; it’s just a passion. I hate using artificial products, so I started experimenting with different essential oils and floral extracts. I combine them to create something that feels like me.”

“That’s seriously impressive,” Tony said, genuinely admiring her creativity. “What’s the secret blend?”

“I can’t tell you all my secrets,” she replied playfully, a mysterious glint in her eyes. “But I’ll share a little. I use jasmine for sweetness, a hint of lavender for calmness, and a touch of bergamot for that refreshing zest. It’s all about balance.”

“Jasmine, lavender, and bergamot? You’ve got the perfect trio,” Tony said, nodding as he imagined the scent swirling together. “You could sell this stuff; it’s that good.”

Y/N shrugged, a modest smile gracing her lips. “I’ve thought about it, but it’s more of a personal project for me. I like knowing that I’m wearing something natural, something my mom taught me to make. It feels more authentic.”

Tony leaned in, captivated not only by her fragrance but also by the passion behind her words. “I love that. It’s a connection to your roots, and it makes you even more special,” he said sincerely.

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words. “Thanks, Tony. That means a lot. It’s nice to share something personal like this with you.”

“Anytime,” he said, a warm smile spreading across his face. “And just so you know, you’re making me rethink my entire grooming routine. I might just need a little Y/N touch in my life.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to start making your own fragrance next,” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Why not? If it means smelling as good as you do, I’m in,” he replied, his playful grin returning. “Maybe we can have a fragrance-making date sometime.”

“I’d love that,” Y/N said, her cheeks heating at the thought. “It would be a fun experiment.”

As they continued to eat and chat, the atmosphere buzzed with a comfortable intimacy. The fragrance that lingered around Y/N felt like a part of her—a unique essence that matched her personality and spirit. And as Tony basked in the warmth of her presence, he couldn’t help but feel that this connection was something truly special.

Y/N looks up again, a playful smirk forming on her lips. “so, Are you saying the tech wizard Tony Stark is into fragrances?” she teased, leaning back in her chair, her gaze fixed on him with mock disbelief.

Tony chuckled, the corners of his mouth curling up in a warm smile. “I’m into everything my soulmate does,” he replied, his voice soft and affectionate. The sincerity in his tone made Y/N’s heart flutter as she felt the weight of his words sink in.

“Really?” she asked, her expression turning more serious, genuinely touched. “Even if I end up creating some funky scent that smells like a mix of daisies and old books?”

“Especially that!” he said, leaning closer with a twinkle in his eye. “I’d wear it with pride, believe me.”

Y/N couldn’t help but grin at his enthusiasm. “In that case, I think I’ll make one for you,” she declared, her mind already racing with ideas. “Something that captures the essence of Tony Stark—charismatic, bold, with a hint of mystery.”

“I’d love to wear it,” he said, a look of appreciation washing over his features. “Just promise me it won’t smell like motor oil or burnt circuits.”

Y/N laughed, the sound light and airy. “No promises,” she joked, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “I might add a note of technology just to keep it authentic.”

Before they could continue their banter, a voice interrupted them, startling Y/N. “Mr. Stark generally wears Gucci Flora,” Jarvis informed smoothly, his presence suddenly felt in the air.

Y/N jumped slightly in her seat, her eyes wide with surprise. “Oh! I didn’t even notice you there,” she admitted, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her cheeks. “It’ll take a while to get used to Jarvis’s presence for me.”

Tony couldn’t suppress his laughter at Y/N’s reaction. “It’s okay, Jarvis is more like a friendly ghost around here,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “You’ll get used to him hovering in the background. Just think of him as my digital sidekick, always ready to deliver info—especially when it’s about my questionable taste in cologne.”

Y/N chuckled, still a bit flustered. “I guess I’m just not used to having an AI chime in on my conversations,” she admitted, glancing at the sleek interface of Jarvis’s system that illuminated the room.

“Don’t worry,” Jarvis said, his tone reassuring yet slightly playful. “I’m here to assist and observe. I assure you, it’s quite the experience to watch Mr. Stark navigate his feelings, especially when it involves you.”

Tony shot a look at Jarvis, feigning annoyance while secretly enjoying the way Y/N’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade. “You know, Jarvis, you’re supposed to be discreet,” he chided lightly. “Save the commentary for when we’re not talking about my fragrance preferences.”

“Noted, sir,” Jarvis replied, deadpan, leaving Tony to shake his head in mock exasperation.

Y/N smiled, feeling the warmth of their camaraderie. “I think I’d like to be a part of this ‘experience’ more often,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Who knew creating a fragrance could lead to such fun?”

“Believe me, this is just the beginning,” Tony said, leaning forward with enthusiasm. “When you get to know me, every day feels like an adventure. And with you, I want to explore all those little moments.”

As they continued their easy conversation, Y/N noticed the way Tony’s face lit up whenever she shared a piece of her world. Just then, Jarvis’s smooth, almost clinical voice sliced through the atmosphere.

“Sir, I must point out that I am detecting a notable increase in your heart rate at this moment,” Jarvis announced, devoid of any sense of embarrassment or tact.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? You can measure heart rates like that?” she asked, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Tony’s cheeks flushed a shade of crimson as he glanced at Y/N, struggling to maintain his usual cool demeanor. “Uh, yeah, it’s just—” He cleared his throat, attempting to sound nonchalant. “It’s the excitement of having you here, that’s all.”

“Oh really?” Y/N teased, leaning in slightly, clearly enjoying the moment. “So, it’s my fault you’re all flustered?”

“Completely your fault,” he replied, his voice laced with mock seriousness. “I mean, I can’t help it if my soulmate’s presence is like an adrenaline shot to the heart.”

Just as Y/N was about to respond, Jarvis chimed in again, his tone completely unfazed by the flirtation. “If I may interject, sir, your face temperature is also significantly higher than normal. Would you like me to initiate a cooling protocol?”

“Jarvis!” Tony exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exaggerated exasperation. “Could you maybe not? I’d like to keep some semblance of dignity here.”

“Of course, sir,” Jarvis replied, seemingly oblivious to Tony’s embarrassment. “Activating sleep mode now. However, I must remind you that I will continue to monitor your vitals for any further emotional fluctuations.”

“Great,” Tony muttered, a hand raking through his hair in frustration. “So now I’m stuck with a monitoring system that won’t let me live this down. Just what I needed today.”

As they shared the lighthearted moment, the air was charged with a playful tension that was almost palpable. Just as Y/N was about to continue teasing Tony about their fragrance project, Jarvis’s voice cut through again, this time with an unexpected implication.

“Sir, I must also point out that the elevated heart rate could indicate a state of arousal,” Jarvis stated matter-of-factly, devoid of any sense of the personal nature of the comment.

Tony’s eyes widened in shock, and the color drained from his face. “What?” he stammered, his usual confident demeanor evaporating in an instant. “Jarvis, you can’t just—”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but rather than feeling embarrassed, she found herself staring at Tony with a mixture of amusement and affection. She loved seeing this side of him—vulnerable and flustered.

Tony felt the heat radiating from his face, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. “I swear, if there was ever a way to ruin the moment, that was it,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands. He could feel every bit of his usually composed persona crumble as Y/N continued to look at him with a playful glint in her eye.

“Sir, if I may suggest,” Jarvis interjected, “perhaps Y/N can assist you in addressing your current state.”

Tony nearly choked at that, his embarrassment amplifying. “What?” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Now you’re trying to throw my soulmate into the mix?”

Y/N found herself drawn to the sight of him, the way his features softened and his bravado faltered. She felt a warmth spread through her at the thought of being the source of such flustered feelings. The mixture of affection and shyness washed over her as she observed how Tony wrestled with his embarrassment, his cool facade completely shattered.

“Ugh, I’m going to regret this,” Tony muttered, his voice muffled as he remained hidden behind his hands. Y/N watched him, her heart fluttering at the vulnerability he was showing.

She couldn’t help but admire how sincere he was, even in a moment of embarrassment. It was a side of him that felt incredibly real, and it made her feel closer to him, more connected than before.

“Believe me, I’m working on it,” he said, finally peeking out from behind his hands, looking both sheepish and determined. “If I have to face this kind of scrutiny every time I’m around you, I might just avoid this lab altogether.”

As he spoke, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a swell of affection for him. She appreciated how he wore his emotions so openly, how he let her see this side of him. It made her heart race, not from anxiety but from a deep-seated admiration for the man standing before her.

Tony rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration, his face betraying the embarrassment that had engulfed him. “Jarvis, go to sleep. I beg you,” he said, his voice tinged with exasperation.

“Sir, it is my duty to monitor your vitals,” Jarvis replied calmly, unfazed by Tony’s plea. “The responses of your body seem consistent with Miss Y/N’s presence. Elevated heartbeat, raised body temperature, and a state of arousal.”

“Just what I needed,” Tony muttered under his breath, his cheeks flushed as he shot a quick glance at Y/N, who stood nearby, her expression a mixture of guilt and worry. He could see the way her eyes widened slightly, as if she felt responsible for the way he was reacting.

“Perhaps she is causing you distress,” Jarvis continued, oblivious to the discomfort he was causing both of them.

Tony felt a rush of protectiveness mixed with embarrassment. “Enough, Jarvis,” he snapped, unable to hide his frustration any longer. He turned his gaze back to the AI, feeling the weight of Y/N's silent worry pressing on him. “You’re making it worse, you know?”

“Distress could lead to negative health outcomes, sir,” Jarvis replied matter-of-factly. “It is advisable to address—”

“I said enough!” Tony interjected, the irritation in his tone rising. He took a deep breath to regain his composure, knowing he had to put an end to Jarvis’s relentless monitoring. With a decisive click, he activated the override command. “Sleep mode,” he commanded firmly.

“Understood. Initiating sleep mode,” Jarvis replied, his tone soothing as the lights on his interface dimmed. A moment later, the AI fell silent, leaving the room wrapped in a quieter atmosphere.

Tony exhaled slowly, his heart still racing, but at least now he felt a bit more in control. He turned back to Y/N, who had been silently observing the exchange. Her expression was a blend of concern and curiosity, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of affection for her.

“Sorry about that,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Jarvis tends to get a little... overzealous when it comes to my health.”

Y/N nodded slightly, still processing the unexpected revelation about his body's responses. Though she didn’t say a word, her eyes spoke volumes—concerned but also intrigued by the complexities of their connection.

“I’ll make sure he keeps his mouth shut next time,” Tony added, a playful smirk breaking through his embarrassment. He stepped closer to her, feeling the familiar warmth of her presence wash over him. “Besides, I’d much rather focus on you than on whatever my AI has to say about me.”

Y/N’s subtle smile eased the tension in his chest, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside faded away.

Y/N smiled gently,and came closer, a soft warmth radiating from her as she stepped closer to Tony. She placed her hand on his chest, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of his arc reactor, an action that felt both intimate and grounding. “Tony, breathe. It’s okay; stuff happens,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tony felt the tension begin to melt away at her touch, a calmness washing over him that he had never experienced before. Her presence was like a soothing balm, and he found himself leaning into her warmth. He inhaled deeply, the rhythm of his breath synchronizing with the comforting weight of her hand resting on him.

“It’s just…” he started, his voice trailing off as he gazed into her eyes, the world around them fading into insignificance. He felt exposed yet utterly safe in this moment, a stark contrast to the chaos of his life outside these walls. “It’s hard to keep my cool around you.”

Y/N’s gentle smile deepened, her fingers still tracing the arc reactor, creating a connection that felt electric yet serene. “You don’t have to be cool all the time, you know. It’s okay to let your guard down.”

Her words struck a chord within him, and for the first time, he felt the pressure of expectations lift. With her, he didn’t have to be Iron Man or the genius billionaire; he could simply be Tony. “You make it too easy,” he admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his tone.

As they stood there, the world outside continued to spin, but in this small moment, it felt as if time had stopped. He could sense the pulse of his heart, steady and strong, as he held her gaze. It was a rare moment of clarity, and he knew—without a doubt—that she was the one who brought him peace amidst the storm.

“Thank you for being here,” he finally said, sincerity lacing his words. The softness in Y/N’s expression deepened, and he couldn’t help but lean closer, captivated by the connection they were forging. In her presence, he felt whole, as if every piece of him that had been fractured was finally aligning.

Y/N smiled softly, her hand still resting on Tony's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palm. “There, see? It’s better now,” she said, her voice a gentle caress as she watched the tension in his shoulders relax.

Tony exhaled, a lingering trace of anxiety fading away. The comfort she provided felt like a balm for his chaotic mind. “Could you maybe stay here… for this?” He gestured to the way she had calmed him down, a blend of hope and vulnerability in his gaze. “Forever.”

Her heart fluttered at the sincerity in his eyes, but she kept her tone light, a playful glint in her own. “I just might,” she replied gently, her smile warm. “I am to wait, though. Waiting could be hell.”

“Shakespeare?” he asked knowingly, a grin tugging at his lips. He admired how her love for literature seeped into everything she said, infusing their conversation with an artistry that left him captivated.

Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly with the shared intimacy of the moment. “Sonnet 58,” she confirmed, a shy smile dancing on her lips.

“Ah, the one about waiting for love,” Tony said, his tone teasing yet affectionate. “I see what you did there, trying to get me all sentimental.”

She chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling. “Can you blame me? It’s such a beautiful sentiment.”

“Good night, Tony,” she said, her voice dropping to a softer pitch as the weight of the moment settled around them.

“Good night, baby girl,” he replied, the nickname rolling off his tongue with a sense of ownership and warmth that made her heart flutter. In that simple exchange, an unspoken promise lingered between them—of possibilities, of a future, and of moments yet to come.

As Y/N stepped back, she felt the warmth of his gaze linger on her, and she turned away reluctantly, her heart still racing. The air felt charged with something beautiful, a connection that transcended the ordinary, and she knew that whatever happened next, they had crossed into something profound together.

As Y/N stepped out of the lab, Tony turned his attention back to the glowing screen in front of him. “Wake up, Jarvis. We need to talk,” he commanded, his tone playful yet firm as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

“Yes, sir?” Jarvis responded, his voice smooth and unbothered, as if he had just been idling in standby rather than witnessing Tony's moment of vulnerability with Y/N.

Tony leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a mock seriousness. “You know, you could have kept your observations about my heartbeat and… whatever else to yourself.”

“Sir, it is my duty to monitor your physiological responses,” Jarvis replied, almost innocently. “Your elevated heartbeat and arousal were noteworthy, especially in the presence of Miss Y/N.”

Tony rubbed his temples, a mix of amusement and exasperation on his face. “Noteworthy? You made it sound like I was about to have a heart attack or something. You could’ve just said I was excited.”

“Excitement often correlates with physiological changes, sir,” Jarvis clarified, unfazed by Tony’s annoyance. “In more colloquial terms, what you experienced could be described as being ‘horny’ or ‘turned on.’”

Tony’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn't help but let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Thanks for not using those words exactly in front of Y/N. That would have been mortifying.”

“Your embarrassment would have been… entertaining,” Jarvis replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. “However, I do prioritize your emotional well-being.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you could tone it down a bit next time,” Tony retorted, rolling his eyes but unable to suppress a smile. “I don’t need you turning me into a blushing teenager in front of her.”

“Noted, sir,” Jarvis said, unfazed by Tony’s annoyance. “However, it is essential for you to address these feelings. They could lead to a healthier emotional state.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Tony said sarcastically, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk. “But seriously, Jarvis, you could have let me handle it. A little mystery never hurt anyone.”

“Sir, your emotional well-being is my priority. If expressing your feelings leads to a stronger connection with Miss Y/N, then I will continue to monitor your vitals,” Jarvis insisted, his voice steady and reassuring.

Tony sighed, his expression softening. “Alright, I get it. But can we agree to leave out the commentary when I’m with her? It’s kind of a buzzkill.”

“Understood, sir. I will put my monitoring system on silent mode during your interactions with Miss Y/N,” Jarvis assured him, a hint of playfulness still lingering in his tone.

“Good. Now, can we get back to work? I need to figure out how to impress her next time,” Tony said, straightening up with newfound determination.

“Shall I prepare a list of potential romantic gestures?” Jarvis asked, ever ready to assist.

Tony smirked. “Let’s just start with something less techy and more… personal. I’ll think of something.” He leaned back, already brainstorming ideas that could impress the captivating woman who had turned his world upside down.

Y/N sat at her desk, the afternoon light filtering through her window, casting soft shadows over the pages of her notebook. Her mind drifted back to Tony’s playful request about the fragrance. Was he serious? she pondered, biting her lip. Or was he just humoring me?

It felt surreal that a billionaire like him would want something handmade, something crafted with care rather than mass-produced by a high-end fragrance house. But as she thought about his charming smile and the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about her creations, something tugged at her heart. What if he truly meant it?

Her fingers absently traced the outline of her notes as her thoughts spiraled. Maybe it was foolish to consider making something for him, she mused. But… there’s something special about crafting something with intention. It could mean more than just a scent; it could be a piece of me.

With a sudden burst of inspiration, Y/N pushed her doubts aside and began to sketch out her ideas. She envisioned a scent that captured the essence of Tony himself—a mix of raw wooden musk, infused with faint notes of nutmeg that would give it warmth and depth. It had to reflect the coolness of the night, a time when the wolves came out and the sky blazed with stars.

He’s powerful, yet playful, she thought, her heart fluttering as she imagined him wearing the scent. It would be bold yet inviting, just like the man who had walked into her life so unexpectedly. It could be something that reminds him of the desert where he made his suit, something that evokes that sense of adventure and resilience.

As she mixed the oils, she could almost picture Tony wearing it—a man who seemed larger than life, who was both a hero and a person with vulnerabilities. Each drop she added felt like a whisper of her feelings, a connection they shared that was still blossoming.

What if he loved it? The thought sent a thrill through her. Y/N's heart raced at the idea of him catching a whiff of the fragrance and being reminded of her. It could be a way to express my admiration for him, my affection.

With renewed determination, Y/N lost herself in the process, carefully blending each ingredient. She imagined Tony’s reaction—his warm laughter, the playful glint in his eyes. I want him to feel special, she thought, her heart swelling with hope. I want to show him that I see him for who he truly is, beyond the suits and the fame.

As the fragrance began to take shape, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her. She was creating something unique, a reflection of her thoughts and feelings, infused with the magic of their connection. And deep down, she knew that regardless of whether he had been serious about wanting it, the act of making it was something she needed to do for herself. After all, isn’t that what true creativity is all about?

Y/N carefully selected a delicate glass bottle for the fragrance, its curves elegant and inviting. As she poured the carefully crafted mixture into the bottle, a sense of satisfaction washed over her. The deep, earthy color of the scent caught the light, shimmering like liquid amber.

Once filled, she capped the bottle with a polished wooden top, reminiscent of the natural materials she had used in her blend. She stepped back to admire her creation, her heart racing with anticipation. This was more than just a fragrance; it was a piece of her soul, a gift from her to Tony.

Next, she turned her attention to the ribbon. After rummaging through her supplies, she found a rich, deep blue satin ribbon that complemented the warm tones of the fragrance. Carefully, she wrapped it around the neck of the bottle, tying it into a perfect bow. The ribbon added a touch of elegance, making the gift feel special and thoughtful.

With the bottle ready, Y/N placed it into a cushioned gift box, ensuring it was secure. The box was simple yet beautiful, with a subtle pattern that echoed the artistic flair she had poured into the fragrance itself. She closed the lid, her heart pounding at the thought of giving it to Tony.

As she secured the box with a final piece of tape, her mind wandered to how he would react. Would he be surprised? she wondered. Would he appreciate the thought behind it? The thought of seeing his smile as he unwrapped it sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Y/N took a step back and examined the finished gift. It felt personal, like a secret whisper of affection wrapped in something tangible. I hope he loves it, she thought, a smile creeping onto her face. It was a little piece of her that she was willing to share with him, a way to show him just how much she cared.

With her heart full and her spirit light, Y/N placed the gift box on her desk, ready for the moment when she would present it to him. Soon, she promised herself, her excitement growing as she imagined the moment. It felt right, and she couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

Y/N took a deep breath and dialed Happy’s number, her heart racing with anticipation. When he picked up, there was a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Y/N? What’s up? This is a surprise,” he said, his tone light and curious.

“I need your help with something,” she replied, lowering her voice to keep things discreet. “Can you come to my place? And please don’t let Tony know about this.”

“Sure thing! I’ll be there in a few,” Happy said, clearly intrigued.

A short while later, there was a knock at her door. She opened it to find Happy standing there, a grin plastered across his face. “What’s the big secret?”

Y/N gestured for him to come inside, closing the door behind them. She quickly went to her desk and picked up the beautifully wrapped gift box, her heart fluttering with excitement.

“Here it is,” she said, handing it to him.

Happy raised an eyebrow, taking the box and inspecting it. “And here I thought he would be the first to shower you with gifts,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“He is sloppy,” Y/N replied with a chuckle, a smile spreading across her face. “I wanted to do something special for him.”

“You’re really going to give him a handmade scent? That’s bold,” Happy said, glancing back at her with an approving nod. “But I love it. It’s sweet and thoughtful.”

“I just thought it would mean something more coming from me,” she explained, her voice softening. “It’s personal, you know?”

Happy placed a hand on her shoulder, his expression sincere. “Tony’s a lucky guy. He’s been in need of someone who gets him. And trust me, he’ll appreciate this more than you think.”

Y/N felt a rush of warmth at his words, grateful for Happy’s support. “Thank you for helping me with this. Just… make sure he doesn’t figure it out until the right moment, okay?”

“Leave it to me,” Happy assured her with a wink. “I’ll make sure he’s totally clueless.”

As he turned to leave, Y/N felt a mix of nerves and excitement. She couldn’t wait to see Tony’s reaction when he received the gift, her heart racing at the thought of sharing this special moment with him.

Happy strolled into the luxurious confines of Stark Tower, carrying the gift with a playful smirk plastered across his face. He found Tony in his lab, tinkering with a new gadget.

“Hey, genius!” Happy called out, his voice dripping with mischief. “Guess what I’ve got for you!”

Tony looked up, momentarily distracted from his work. “If it’s not another one of your terrible jokes, I’m not interested.”

“Oh, it’s way better than that. It’s a gift from Y/N!” Happy exclaimed, holding the box aloft like a trophy. “Seems like someone has been spending a little too much time with her lately. I’d say she’s got you whipped, Stark!”

Tony rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Come on, Happy. What are you trying to do, make me blush in front of my AI?”

“Hey, I’m just saying, for a billionaire with all the resources at his disposal, you sure took your sweet time getting her a gift. You should be the first one showering her with presents!” Happy replied, crossing his arms with a teasing grin.

“Yeah, well, it’s complicated,” Tony said, trying to sound dismissive, but the warmth in his chest betrayed him. “What’s in the box?”

“Open it and find out,” Happy urged, handing it over. “But first, let’s talk about how you totally skipped the part where you ask her out. You know she’d say yes, right?”

“Let me focus on this gift first,” Tony replied, shaking his head with a laugh.

Happy smirked. “Good luck hiding your feelings, Tony. It’s kind of cute to see you like this. Just don’t screw it up.”

Tony shot him a playful glare before turning his attention back to the beautifully wrapped gift. He carefully unwrapped it, revealing the elegant bottle inside, adorned with a ribbon that had clearly been tied with care.

“What is this?” he murmured, intrigued as he lifted the bottle and inhaled deeply.

The scent washed over him—rich, warm notes of raw wooden musk blended with the subtle sweetness of nutmeg, evoking memories of desert nights under a starry sky. There was something distinctly captivating about it, something that felt so personal and genuine.

“Wow,” he breathed, his heart racing as he realized how much thought Y/N had put into this. “This is amazing.”

He uncapped the bottle and applied a small amount to his wrist. The fragrance enveloped him like a comforting embrace, a perfect representation of her spirit—playful yet profound, warm yet invigorating. It was a scent that spoke of adventure, creativity, and a touch of mischief—just like Y/N herself.

“Damn, this is incredible!” Tony exclaimed, genuinely impressed. “She really captured me in this scent. I love it!”

Happy watched, a grin spreading across his face. “See? I told you she’d knock it out of the park. You’ve got to tell her how much you love it. And maybe next time, don’t take so long to get her a gift. You’ve got all the money in the world!”

Tony nodded, a smile playing on his lips. “I will. I have to show her how much this means to me. This is special.”

“Good man,” Happy said, clapping him on the back. “Now, go find her and let her know she’s got a future perfume mogul on her hands.”

With renewed determination, Tony set the bottle down and headed out, ready to express his gratitude and admiration for the woman who had not only captured his heart but had also crafted a piece of her soul in the scent he now wore.

As Tony continued to admire the intricately designed bottle, something caught his eye—a small note tucked beneath the ribbon. He carefully unfolded it, revealing Y/N’s elegant cursive handwriting.

“There is a desert I long to be walking. A wide emptiness, peace beyond any understanding of it—Rumi,” he read aloud, his heart swelling with warmth.

The words resonated deeply within him. The imagery of a vast desert echoed the freedom and adventure he always craved, and it perfectly complemented the scent she had crafted. It felt like a glimpse into her thoughts, her soul, and her creative process.

“Damn, she really gets me,” he murmured, a smile spreading across his face. “This is more than just a gift; it’s a connection.”

Happy watched him, a knowing grin on his face. “Looks like someone’s been hit hard by the love bug.”

“Shut up, Happy,” Tony said, though he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. “I’m just appreciating her talent.”

“Sure, sure. Just don’t forget to tell her how much this means to you,” Happy encouraged, clapping Tony on the back again. “You’ve got something special here.”

With the note in one hand and the perfume in the other, Tony felt a rush of inspiration. He would cherish this moment and make sure Y/N knew how much her gift and words impacted him. He could feel the desire to be closer to her, to share not just in the fragrance but in the experiences that came with it.

“Thanks for delivering this, Happy. I owe you one,” Tony said, already heading toward the door.

“Just remember, I expect to hear all about it later,” Happy called after him, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it!” Tony replied, already lost in thoughts of Y/N and the special bond they were creating. As he exited the lab, the scent lingered in the air around him, a reminder of the connection he had with her—a connection he was more than ready to explore.

Tony carefully placed the scent on his desk, allowing it to take a prominent position among his various gadgets and tech. He admired the way the bottle caught the light, the sleek curves and the delicate ribbon perfectly complementing its elegant design.

As he unscrewed the cap, a warm and inviting fragrance enveloped him. The rich notes of raw wooden musk mixed with a faint hint of nutmeg filled the air, creating an aromatic symphony that was both grounding and exhilarating. It reminded him of the desert night—cool and vast, with the scent of nature and adventure intertwined.

“Wow, this is incredible,” he whispered to himself, closing his eyes for a moment as he let the scent wash over him. It felt personal, as if Y/N had captured a piece of herself within that bottle. Each inhale transported him to a place of calm, evoking images of starlit skies and quiet wanderings through the desert landscape she had so vividly described.

He could almost feel her presence beside him, her laughter mingling with the fragrance, and it made his heart race. The thought of her creating this for him, pouring her creativity and essence into something so intimate, sent a rush of emotions through him.

“I love it,” he said quietly, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “This is perfect.”

He held the bottle close to him, feeling a connection that went beyond just scent. It was a reminder of her, of their growing bond, and of the beauty that lay in the simplicity of a handmade gift.

As Tony stood in his lab, immersed in the hum of machinery and the flicker of monitors, Jarvis's calm voice broke through the ambient noise.

“Sir, I must draw your attention to a new scent in the environment,” Jarvis noted, his tone neutral but with an underlying hint of curiosity. “It is distinct from the usual aromas present in this lab. It seems... inviting.”

Tony looked up, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You mean to say there’s a scent in here that doesn’t smell like metal and oil? Color me surprised.”

“Indeed, sir. This particular fragrance has a warm and musky undertone, with hints of nutmeg and something refreshing akin to the coolness of night air. It appears to be a handcrafted scent,” Jarvis elaborated, analyzing the composition.

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re getting poetic on me, Jarvis. Who knew you had it in you?”

“I believe it is a testament to the quality of the scent,” Jarvis replied, unfazed. “May I inquire about its source? It is not typical for you to have such… personal items in your workspace.”

A fond smile spread across Tony’s face as he glanced at the bottle resting prominently on his desk. “That’s from Y/N. She made it for me.”

“Miss Y/N?” Jarvis prompted, a hint of intrigue in his voice. “The author you recently met?”

“Yeah, that’s her,” Tony said, his tone softening as he thought about her. “She’s different, Jarvis. She took the time to create something meaningful. This isn’t just a scent; it’s a piece of her.”

“Fascinating. Your physiological responses during her visit indicated a significant emotional connection,” Jarvis observed, his analytical tone unwavering.

“Thanks for the reminder,” Tony quipped, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the grin on his face. “But you know what? I’ve never had anyone put this much thought into a gift for me before. It’s… refreshing.”

“I can understand why you would find it impactful,” Jarvis replied, a hint of warmth creeping into his usually stoic voice. “It signifies a deepening bond between you two.”

“Yeah, it does,” Tony mused, picking up the bottle and taking another deep breath of the fragrance. “I want to make sure I reciprocate this thoughtful gesture. I can’t let her think I’m just some guy who takes gifts without giving back.”

“Perhaps you could consider crafting a unique gift of your own,” Jarvis suggested. “Something that reflects your appreciation and the bond you share.”

“Great idea, Jarvis. You know, maybe I’ll get her a personalized book, or something that combines her love for writing and creativity with my… technological expertise.”

“That sounds like a suitable choice, sir,” Jarvis replied, satisfaction evident in his tone. “I can assist you with the details if you’d like.”

“Thanks, Jarvis. You always know how to keep me on track,” Tony said, his expression shifting to one of determination. “Let’s make sure Y/N knows just how much I appreciate her gift. She deserves it.”

part 2