#Versace tray

[wildbeautifuldamned]

Versace Ashtray Medusa Ceramic Jewelry Tray Not for Sal 5.12× 5.12 From Japan ebay Miyabi JS

[mistydeyes]

hiiiii I LOVE YOUR WORK!!!!!!!! Can you please do 141 with a model reader who does Chanel,Versace etc and she gets an invite to do Victoria’s Secret runway and they see her down the runway how would they react

she’s not any model shes and icon,sex symbol,brains,she is the moment

big inspo for me ( I want to become a model)

AHHH I LOVE THIS! anon i feel you tho, every time i look on pinterest i just want to be a model! thank you for requesting <3

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summary: The 141 has always had an odd connection of friends, allies, and connections. However, they can't deny that they don't enjoy your luxurious life as a model and the perks that come along with attending one of your shows.

pairing: Taskforce 141 x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

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A series of events in Milan allowed the 141 to cross paths with you. Staying in a lavish French penthouse was far from what they had expected on a mission dictated by Laswell but her connections with your retired INTERPOL mother had brought them the extravagance of your home and lifestyle. Laswell had to threaten to have their court marshaled if they delayed their arrival home any longer. You thought of that brief moment in summer fondly as you left Gaz a voicemail. "I have a runway in New York coming up, let me know if you'll be on leave," you spoke on the phone, examining your manicured nails, "accommodations and champagne are on me." 

"This is nice," Price said, dropping his duffle onto the marbled tile of their hotel room. "Are you kidding, Cap?" Gaz said as he opened every door into the massive suite, "This is fucking amazing." When they got off the plane at JFK, they had not expected a private driver who brought them to the ornate hotel. The room itself had four separate bedrooms with two bathrooms filled with the best amenities. Soap had taken the opportunity to run over and open a bottle of champagne while Ghost pilfered the small shampoo and conditioner bottles. While the men explored the vast rooms and fought over the beds, there was a knock at the door. Price opened it to reveal a well-dressed bell-hop boy, holding a tray with an envelope. "Four tickets sent by one of the models," he spoke and Price handled the black envelope with embossed pink lettering. "Hell of invitation," he muttered before he looked at the runway time and shared the details with his team. "Wonder what she'll be wearing," Soap mused as he turned to take over one of the bathrooms.

Behind the stage, there was organized chaos with models running around in their silk robes in between the stations. The chatter roared as they chatted with the various hair stylists and makeup artists. "First VS show?" your makeup artist asked as she applied glitter delicately to your primed lids. "Yes, but not my first modeling gig," you smiled as you felt the pressure on your closed eyes, "Versace was beyond a mess compared to this." The artist laughed as she continued to prep your look. You could see mixes of pink and gold applied to your lips and the apples of your cheeks. "We think an olive green liner would look stunning on you," she said before holding a green eyeliner pencil in hand. You nodded in response as you shifted a bit in your robe. You gently closed your eyes again as you envisioned your latest outfit for the night.

Weeks prior you had visited the city to see your outfit for the night. A sage green bra and panty set decorated with pink and glittery flowers to resemble a meadow. Your wings were made of a delicate rose pink chiffon that was reminiscent of a fairy. "Do you like?" the designer asked as you walked around the stand and examined every stitch and detail. You smiled as you nodded happily, feeling the soft fabric under your fingertips. "Any particular inspiration?" you questioned as you made sure to feel the weight of the wings. "The newest line of Victoria's Secret," she spoke dreamily, "the delicacy of nature."

With your makeup and hair done, you walked over to change and receive the final touches from the design team. The group walked rapidly around your figure, assuring every detail would shine when the lights hit your walk. "Have anyone special here tonight?" one of the designers asked as he cut a few loose stitches. "Just a few friends from Europe," you spoke, hoping you didn't sound too entitled. You wanted to talk more but your odd friendship with a small special forces group would definitely reach some tabloids. "You look perfect darling," another designer spoke and you nodded before beginning to walk in your heels. "You can mingle with the others. Your collection is after the classics set," she reminded. You took a deep breath and made some facetious conversation with the other women. They were in awe at your previous shows but you just simply talked as if each was a mediocre experience. "Alright ladies, walk begins in five," a voice called over the comms and you lined up accordingly. As you watched the excited group in front of you, you wondered what you would treat the 141 to for dinner. You were sure if someone knew this is what you thought of before a show, they would laugh.

"Move up, Y/N," the stage manager directed, pulling you out of your food-related musings, "almost time for you to go on." You moved forward, getting into the comfort of your model walk you had done so many times before. You took a deep breath as you heard the live music stream through the curtains and the ethereal light peek through. You looked down at your attire one last time before the model ahead of you returned and it was your turn to awe the show. "Go, go, go," you could hear the stage manager command as the bright lights and menagerie of faces met your gaze.

"I think this is her!" Gaz commented, leaning forward in his chair. "You've been saying that for the past four models," Ghost corrected before he turned to see who was coming out next. As the men directed their gaze to the stage, you confidently strutted onto the platform. They were glued to your figure, perfectly accentuated by the flirtatious lingerie set. The details were delicate and encapsulated your aura. "Fuck." Soap whispered under his breath as the glitter and flower additions to your ensemble shimmered underneath the light. Your wings bounced and looked like they flittered in the air as you made your way in front of the watching crowd. "She's a natural at this," Price commented as he watched the way you walked in a straight line with an air of elegance in each step. He also couldn't deny the way you shined on stage and how the cameras clicked in rapid succession. As you reached the end of the runway, you took an opportunity to look over at the seats you had picked for the 141. You gave a small wink before blowing a kiss in their direction. 

Upon your exiting, there was a clamor amongst the group as to who the kiss was directed to. Primarily, Soap and Gaz were at odds thinking you made eye contact with them as you puckered your glossed lips. Price attempted to put a stop to them before Ghost spoke up. "I'm sure that was for me," he spoke quietly, leaving everyone to shelf the conversation and bring it up later over dinner.

[httpdwaekki]

bright | h.h.

summary: you have a light sensitivity and forget your sunglasses but hyunjin is kind enough to give you his.

wc: 800

a/n: i wrote this in hopes to reach more of stayblr, the lovely @astraystayyh and many other wonderful writers (including myself) are writing requests for anyone that is willing to donate to her fundraiser to help people in gaza! all you have to do is donate and send proof to one of the writers along with your request! (please do make sure you read writers rules for requests first! and be aware they have a right to say no to the request.) remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3

(pictures are not mine! credit to owners!)

it wasn’t a secret that you had trouble with any kind of light, the sun, lamps, phone screens, etc.

sometimes you were okay but other times any type of light could cause a migraine unlike anything else. because of this you always kept a pair of sunglasses on you just in case.

well apparently not always, today you had rushed out the door to meet hyunjin, the shaded lens forgotten on your counter.

you were sat outside at a small cafe, waiting for hyunjin to return. both of you wanting to enjoy the last of the spring before the summer heat. you were oblivious to the missing object, opting to go without them for a bit, but that didn’t last long. soon after your eyes felt strained, a familiar dull ache presenting itself behind your left eye. 

you look in through your bag, searching for the darker lens that weren’t there. you sigh, the ache still coming in waves, growing stronger with each one. luckily there was an umbrella so you decide to ignore it and enjoy your time with your boyfriend.

you place your bag back on your chair, as the pretty brunette approaches your table, drinks and food in hand. his signature versace glasses slipping down his nose, dopey grin present on his face as he places the tray on your table.

you return the grin, scrunching your nose as he flicks the glasses atop his head. he sets your drink and your food in front of you before sitting in the chair across from you. you both enjoy your drink and pastries, catching up and enjoying each others company.

the sun decided to shift, causing the sun to shine directly on you, the dull ache becoming sharper. you squint your eyes, attempting to hide the wince in pain with it. you place your hand above your eyes, giving yourself a bit of shade, focusing on hyunjin’s story.

“so he came to stay at our dorms for a bit to “escape the loud rage of felix because he sucks at league and it’s not changing anytime soon.” his words not mine.” he explains, as you giggle at the absurdity of his story. “ so seungmin’s solution was to go to the dorm that housed the loudest member in the whole group?” you asked, softly chuckling.

“that’s what i said!” you smile at his outburst, switching hands as your arm got tired. hyunjin tilts his head at the action. “angel?” you hum, looking at him, eyes squinted. “why don’t you put on your sunglasses?” he asks, pointing towards your bag.

“oh i forgot to grab them when i left, it’s okay though.” you give him a reassuring smile before leaning forward into the shade, taking a bite of your croissant.

he knew your eyes and most likely your head was hurting you, and you were trying to put on a brave face. he grabbed the shaded lens currently holding back his soft locks, leaning forward, sliding the lens carefully onto your face.

you jump in surprise, letting out a squeak before relaxing. you send him a small pout as he sits back in his chair, running a hand through his hair, pushing it back. “what’d you do that for?” you ask, pushing the glasses up your nose.

“because, i know your eyes are probably stinging and if you don’t have a headache now, you’re definitely on your way to one.” he replied, taking a sip of his drink. “what about your eyes?” you asked, frown still present.

“don’t worry about mine, do you want to sit over here in the shade?” he asks, moving as if he’s gonna get up. you shake your head, moving to stop him. “no no, i’m okay, you stay.”

he scoots his chair over slightly, still in the shade, “come on, move your chair.” he waves you over. you roll your eyes before getting up, moving your chair towards the dimmer area, sitting down.

“i was fine over there.” you glare at him over the black shades.

he rolls his eyes before leaning over slightly, wrapping his arms around you. “will you just let me take care of you please?” he asks, placing a quick kiss to the back of your head. “plus i know you were 2 minutes away from a headache.” giving you a knowing look.

now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “yeah yeah.” you concede, admitting defeat. “thank you, my love.” you say, turning to him, placing a kiss to his cheek. “anything for my muse.” he smiles, placing a chaste kiss to your lips before letting you go.

the rest of the day was spent walking around, enjoying the weather and a quick trip to the versace store to buy you your own matching pair of sunglasses.

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[racinggirl]

Racing Hearts - prologue

a/n: I've spent an entire evening trying to perfect this prologue. I wanted it to give away the essence and personality of both main characters, so hopefully I made that work. I have to say that I am slightly scared, because this is my first ever multi-chapter story I'm writing, but I'm trying! Hopefully you will enjoy it.

Repost, comment or any type of support is very welcomed! It keeps me motivated 🫣

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warnings: dark!lando, confident!lando, business!lando, nothing much really, just rich people stuff.

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Olivia

The sky was filled with a range of colours, varying between bright pinks, pastel oranges and deep, dark purples contrasting against the black from the night sky. As the wind breezed past me, the few strands of hair that weren’t tucked into my messy bun flew up in front of my face. I tightened my grip on the balcony’s railing, inhaling sharply before slowly breathing out.

I can do this. I can do this.

Tonight was one of the most important evenings of the year, the annual Charity Gala in Monte Carlo, Monaco. Me and my family lived in London, but business isn’t tied to one city, or even one country.

I’ve travelled a lot, flying to New York City for an opening of one of Harrington Enterprises newest Jewellery stores, or going all the way to Dubai to accompany my mother to one of our fabric manufacturers. They were all business trips, as was the one I’m attending on my own right now.

Monaco, home of some of the most wealthy, successful and busiest people on earth. You only lived in Monaco for two reasons. A, you were born here. B, you had plenty of money and had no idea what to do with it. Seeing as the average net worth of a Monaco citizen is above ten million dollars, I’d say ninety-nine percent of the people at this gala belonged to category B. I had to make a great impression; it was my job as the PR Director at Harrington Enterprises.

I wasn’t a stranger to a high society gala; however, I had not experienced something as extravagant as this before. High ceilings, decorated with glass chandeliers that glittered in the big open room. Waiters moving effortlessly through the crowd, holding trays with glasses filled with champagne that cost more than your average rent.

My eyes roamed the big, crowded room, searching for the man that stood number two on my list; one of the reasons my parents informed me of this Charity Gala. He was a well-known fashion icon and businessman in this world. Nate Thompson.

I spotted him at the bar, talking to the women that were nearly drooling at his feet. The man was eye-candy for every woman at this event. With broad shoulders, a sharp jawline and masculinity that made multiple men run for their money, he was one of the most successful bachelors out there.

I gathered my courage and stepped towards the man, shoulders straight with a friendly yet professional smile plastered on my lips. As I approached, Nate’s eyes met mine and he gave me one of his warm, welcoming smiles.

‘’Olivia Harrington,’’ he said, extending his hand. ‘’I’ve heard a lot about you, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.’’

‘’The pleasure is mine, Mr. Thompson,’’ I replied, shaking his hand firmly. ‘’Such a wonderful place, isn’t it?’’ I slowly let go of his hand, keeping my posture straight and professional.

‘’Please, call me Nate,’’ he said with a wink. ‘’Mr Thompson makes me feel old.’’

As the night went on, we struck up a conversation about his newest fashion items. He spoke about different designs, as well as places for shop openings. As much as I loved the fashion world – shopping at Versace, Prada and Chanel never got boring – I had to hold back a yawn once every few minutes.

‘’Your father has done a tremendous job attaining the vacant buildings at Bond Street.’’ Nate did exactly what I expected him to do, and it surprised me how little effort I had to put into this conversation. ‘’A very, very astonishing job.’’ Nate continued speaking highly of my father’s deals.

Bond Street was one, if not the most expensive street in London. My father bought most of the houses a few years back, when the house market was at it’s lowest. It was no surprise Nate Thompson was looking for the best of the best when it came to opening his new store in London.

‘’He did, indeed,’’ I reached into my designer bag, fishing out a business card of my father’s company. ‘’It would be a perfect location for Thompson’s, wouldn’t it?’’

Nate didn’t hesitate once and reached out for the card I held out with my fingers. ‘’Pleasure doing business with you, Olivia, you’ll hear from my team.’’ A satisfied smile appeared on my face when Nate gave me a curt nod, me returning the favour by raising my glass ever so slightly.

One down, one to go.

‘’Impressive.’’ The dark, smooth voice scattered goosebumps all over my skin, it made my body react in ways I hadn’t felt in quite a while.

My eyes followed the voice, and I was met by a tall figure. A tailored black suit that hugged those broad shoulders. Dark curls that looked a perfect combination of messy and neat. Eyes, a colour that I couldn’t quite decipher. Green, blue, a hint of grey or even brown, but what I did know was that those eyes pierced straight through me, looking into the depths of my soul.

The low chuckle that rose from his throat snapped me out of my thoughts. I gathered myself and lifted my chin up ever so slightly.

Let’s tackle the number one on my list.

‘’Mr. Norris, what a pleasure.’’

Lando

Emerald green never had been one of my favourite colours, it stood out great with my tan, though. It was sophisticated, elegant and not too in your face. You’d think it would be a colour that I adored, well, you couldn’t be more wrong.

Orange was more my colour, it was fierce, available in many different shades, perfect for every occasion. Mix it with a dark shade, it stood out. Mix it with a light shade, it blended in. A perfect representation of my life.

As a racing driver, you needed dark, to stand out to be the best of the best, to catch people’s attention to gain yourself a spot in the spotlight. But you also wanted to blend in, to move through the field without getting noticed, yearning for the privacy that was so hard to attain.

In the world of business, it was similar, yet different. You needed dark so you could make money, be the best of the best, without having that spotlight. Because having that spotlight in the business world meant you needed that light more than ever, needing to blend in so you wouldn’t have that target on your back.

Combine the two, and you learn to be ahead of everyone, two steps ahead to get whatever you want, whenever you want.

I reached for a glass and raise it to my lips, my eyes staying glued to the business deal being made in front of my eyes.

Everybody that attended this Gala wasn’t here for the good sake of their heart. No, a Charity Gala was the perfect way to make it look like you’re donating money for those in need, when in fact it’s the perfect cover-up for a business deal. One that was being closed a few meters away from me.

Once the deal had been made, I made my way over with a few long strides. She didn’t hear me approach, causing her body to react instantly to my voice.

‘’Impressive.’’ I never expected Olivia Harrington to strike up a deal with Nate Thompson in just under 17 minutes. The man was harder to please than a newborn baby that needed its mom. However, I suppose when you’re looking for a new location for your shop, Bond Street was the place to be, a coincidence that Richard Harrington had exactly what Nate needed? I don’t think so.

I never underestimated the Harrington family; they were one step ahead most of the time. It’s a good thing I’m always two ahead.

‘’Mr. Norris, what a pleasure.’’ I took a hold of her hand, ignoring the way her soft skin felt against my own. ‘’Ms. Harrington.’’ Her hand let go of mine, and I grinned slightly at the subtle flush of her cheeks.

‘’Surely not eavesdropping, I hope?’’ Her soft yet sharp voice was a complete contrast to the previous shock on her face when she laid eyes on me.

‘’Merely observing.’’

My gaze flew over her body, the way that emerald green dress hugged her body in the right places, the tanned legs underneath that dress going down to the Louboutin’s she was wearing. I wasn’t one to back away from a bit of flirting, I absolutely loathed the fake smiles and pretended interest at any business event. They were necessary, for the most part, and I was amongst one of many that took part in the fake contest, but that didn’t mean I enjoyed it.

‘’I see,’’ the smile on my face was less forced this time, but I blame it on how the woman in front of me swallowed hard, a clear indication of nervousness.

A chuckle rose in my chest. ‘’No need to be nervous, Sunshine,’’ I smirked slightly. ‘’I’m not as intimidating as they say.’’ I made sure my voice was smooth and filled with confidence, as always.

‘’Nervous? Is that another of your observations, Mr. Norris?’’

‘’It is,’’ I maintained eye contact as I took another sip of the Louis Roederer drink. At least they served some decent champagne. ‘’and I’m never wrong.’’

Another harsh bob of her throat.

I was aware of the fact I was on their list of business talks. Nate Thompson may be one of the most successful men at this event, but not nearly as successful as me. Like I said before, always be two steps ahead.

‘’Now, let’s cut straight to what brought you here. Let’s talk business, shall we?’’

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[deada55]

In Kyoto

For Winter Wonderklok 2023 Day 15: Hot Tub in the Snow

crossposting: none

synopsis: Serveta Skwigelf jetted off to Kyoto for Christmas.

cws: R-rated for nudity and suggestive content (no smut)

Kyoto was beautiful.

The snow on the rocks was light. It was just a couple delicate centimeters of dust that shrank from the steamy spring like cotton candy. Every droplet that fell on it fell through it, straight to the bottom. She rose for a towel and a cigarette with her ass in his face.

When she settled back into the water, she fell under Isandro’s arm. Isandro… something. Seven fat rings clung to his fingers, round like cigars. His cologne was Versace Eros, and it was the only problem with him. She’d gotten $5,000 for this trip, as long as she’d go. It was a free ride all the way and only four days, from December 23rd to the 27th. He told his wife he was at a conference, but she was too busy re-organizing her shoes to care. 

His pager beeped on the service tray holding soft yatsuhashi.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re all I have on my mind.”

“I love that about you.” She moved her hand up his chest, until her fingers were stroking spirals into the wet hair stretching across his breast.

“Maybe that’s not true…” 

Servetta put her face against him, gluing the hairs at her temple down with water. Her eyes batted up at his face from below, and she poked her front teeth out with her smile to seem eager.

He closed his eyes and moved his lips down to hers and they locked in a polite, gentle dance of soft, shy touches as the sounds of trickling water veiled sliding doors and polite staff with steamed towels. His pager beeped again and he parted, leaving her face cold and wet. Thank God for waterproof eyeliner and sweat proof stage makeup.

“It’s my daughter. I should probably call her.”

He nudged her off and got up out of the water and the hair on his taint stuck to the back of his ballsack.

“Want anything while I’m out?”

“No-”

“You just wait here, sweetheart. Uh- sir?” He waved over an attendant and disappeared into the resort.

She covered her breasts (and cold-ass nipples) with her arms and looked around through the thin trunks and shoots of the forest that ran through the property. Couples and small groups of balding men occupied the other little wells here and there, sipping champagne. What else would you do on Christmas when you weren’t home? Of course, not everyone celebrated it.

On the plane ride over, she remembered she’d forgotten the “big” present at the end of the advent calendar. Instead of a 24th day, there would be nothing. There was nothing… Her little boy was hopefully asleep by now, after watching Donald Duck and his friends on TV and eating the food she’d marked for him. He was good at keeping himself.

Isandro returned with a towel around his waist and dunked himself back into the water with it on.

“She was fine. Got her checkbook mixed up and wanted to make sure it was OK. I told her almost five times, Servetta! That girl… Do you have children?”

She looked at him and dipped her eyes low, then back up to focus on the man who paid to be there. She pushed her arms together around her chest to make her cleavage climb up to her collar and hide the veins that firming creams couldn’t hide. “No.”

[duailuvu1st202moonplanetsandi1]

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[starryskies97]

Before I let go Part 1

The muffled sound of music could be heard playing from the backyard. Cars were parked all outside of the house, including the street and the lawn. Kira got out of her 2024 Kia Stinger begrudgingly. She was not too fond of large gatherings. She loved her family but she found that her social battery was easily depleted. She grew up as an only child so she was always used to being by herself and keeping her own self company. Now at 27 y/o she was a certified homebody. She loved living alone. She could do what she wanted when she wanted. She also enjoyed being able to control the environment she was in. One of the reasons she hated being around people was because of the lack of control she had over the environment. Opening the door to her cousins house with a pan of banana pudding in tow, she could immediately hear the sounds of “Before I let go” by Frankie Beverly being played out by the pool. As she walked into the main living room that was cojoined to the kitchen she was immediately greeted by her older cousin, David. David was 36 y/o and was an established music producer. He worked with some of the greatest from Beyonce’, to Lady Gaga and even Mariah Carey. He lived bicoastal. He had a home in Los Angeles and Tampa. He was back in Tampa for a few weeks and wanted to throw a “welcome home bash” for himself.

“KE KEEE!!” He exclaimed

Kira playfully rolled her eyes while she surrendered to David’s embrace being mindful of the banana pudding she had made the previous night. She always made her desserts the night before so all of the flavors could set in overnight.

“Oh, I know you did not make grandma Marilyn’s famous banana pudding”

“Well you know being that I am her favorite and she only gave her recipes to me I figured it was the least I could do” she said casually while handing him the tray of banana pudding still icy cold from being in the fridge overnight. He carefully placed it on the kitchen island with  Kira trailing closely behind him.

“So how has everything been. Any new Grammys?” She asked expectantly.

“well you know a brotha gots to stay on his A-game. I have a few projects coming soon to a radio near you” He said while simultaneously popping the collar of his white Versace t-shirt. One thing about David is he loved his labels.

“ That’s cool cuz. I am proud of you!. You have come such a long way.” She responded genuinely

“Thanks I appreciate that cuz”

“Alright enough chit chatting. Time to party and let loose!” He cheered

Despite Kira’s objections about coming to the party, the vibe was vibing. Drinks were flowing, music was blasting, her little cousins were running around, getting in and out the pool. She turned her attention to the poolside bar making  a b-line to it as if it was the “promise land”. Kira was not a heavy drinker by any means but when she drank, she drank. She ordered her usual, a vodka cranberry with a splash of soda and then made her way through the crowd, greeting people left and right.

“ Oh FUCK!” she exclaimed.

She jumped when all of a sudden two large hands gripped her from behind picking her feet up off the paved pool deck. Immediately she knew who it was. No one else would be crazy enough to do that other than her best friend Damien. Immediately she turned around with a glare that could kill. Then she did what he always expected her to do. She gave him a healthy punch right into his left bicep.

“Okay box braids!” he yelled boisterously, noticing her hair was freshly done. She had boho braids installed. They were 20 in long so they stopped at the lower back of her 5’2 frame. Damien always teased Kira about getting braids. He felt like wearing braids all the time was lazy and should only be worn during vacations.

“Don’t be all buddy-buddy with me now. You didn’t see my missed facetime calls from this morning. I only rang you 5 times.”She said with an attitude.

“Bitch, you know I be MIA the morning after my appointments” Damien had a whole roster of men that he was dealing with on a weekly basis. Each weekend it was another dick. He referred to these meet ups as “dick appointments”.

“ I done told yo toxic ass you need to go somewhere and sit down. Ain’t nothing good in these streets. You gone fuck around and catch something uncurable.” she scolded him

Although Kira was only 1 year older than him she took on the big sister role. They met back in college at FAMU, an HBCU. He was student body president and an advisor for the student union. He had always been very politically engaged. Kira took a different route. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad an a member of a very prestigious African- American sorority. She didn’t enjoy the spotlight but it seemed as if the spotlight enjoyed her. To call her popular was an understatement. She was well liked by her peers, administrators and professors.

“Chile boo! I am here for a good time, not a long time.”

As time went on the party kept getting louder and louder.The liquor started to get everyone feeling really good and loose. Her and her friend Damien spent some time dancing it up on the pool deck. They would alternate and take turns twerking on each other. By this time all the kids were upstairs playing. A tired Kira retreated to a nearby table where she saw an open chair planted a few feet away from said table. At that table a lively game of spades was underway. The sounds of the loud smacks on the table and constant jeering and insults being thrown were all too familiar to Kira. She enjoyed watching a game of spades even though she never learned herself. This was something her cousin David would always tease her about, yet he never offered to actually teach her.

At the table she noticed a face that she had never seen before. A man slightly slouched in his chair with his forearms rested on the table with cards resting in his hand. He had what someone would call a “poker face”. His eyes were intently studying his deck of cards waiting on his turn. He seemed very relaxed, cool and collected. He did not seem fazed by the insults at all and when it was time to play his deck he said nothing. No trash talking, no cheering, no nothing. This intrigued Kira. Spades was always such a lively game that involved everyone but she guessed he just had a different style of playing. He had on all black except for his all white Air Force Ones and those things were crisp. He had a rugged yet sexy look to him. He had a neatly trimmed beard with patches of grey hair peeking out. She also noticed his silver chain and bracelet. He looked like he took care of himself she thought. He was athletic build and she could tell that he was a gym rat. His arms were adorned in what appeared to be tribal art of some sort. “I bet he smells good”. Kira thought to herself.

At once, he finally looked up locking eye contact with Kira. She immediately folded and looked away while stroking her hair trying to play it off as if it was an accident. Luckily she had a dark chocolate complexion so she could blush without it showing on her face. She felt like his dark brown eyes stared into her soul. She instantly felt naked and slightly embarrassed. Even though Kira was drop dead gorgeous she sometimes felt not pretty enough. She was self conscious about her body for one. She was very petite and even though her body was perfectly proportionate she felt like she would feel sexier with larger breasts and a larger ass. That seemed to be the trend now a days anyway. His eyes refocused to his deck cards appearing oblivious to the awkward exchange that had just occurred. She then decided to retreat inside to the bathroom to shake off the nerves.

Making her way back to the party she decided to go to the kitchen and get some dessert. It was that time of the month so she had an insatiable sweet tooth right now. She then came to an erupt stop.

There he was.

Standing in the kitchen devouring a plate of her Grandma’s banana pudding. She gave him a small awkward smile while trying to avoid contact. She grabbed a paper plate and a plastic spoon. She decided to serve herself a few scoops of the pudding.

“Kira, is that right?” He said out of the blue.

If she could disappear at once she would in that moment.

“How did you know?” She asked.

“D told me that I couldn’t leave without trying yo ‘nana pudding”. He explained

“Oh you’re friends with my cousin David?”. She asked

“Yeah that’s my homeboy. We met back in college. We were on the football team together.”

“Oh that’s dope” She said

She tried to pick up as much intel as she could from this mysterious man. She wondered what his ethnicity was. He had a deep caramel complexion. He obviously wasn’t white or black she guessed from his facial features and skin. But she was so intrigued by his tatts. They weren’t typical everyday tattoos. She could tell that they were meaningful. She wanted to ask him but she didn’t want to turn him off by being to upfront.

“You from round here” He asked. Snapping her out of her thoughts.

“I’m originally from Orlando, but I moved here for work” She said.

Kira was offered a higher paying job and she was not going to let distance stop her from getting her coins.

“Oh yeah, you a nurse right?”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“Well damn how much did David tell you.”

“Enough…Not to be weird but I clocked you as soon as I saw you walking towards the bar and asked D who you were and he told me.” He replied a matter of factly

“Oh, well I hope he told you all good things.” She lightly chuckled trying to lighten up the sexual tension that was palpable between them. There was something about him. His confidence had her knees weak. He was assertive and a little cocky but not too much. His eyes were like lasers burning right through her body. She felt heat travel from her face all the way to her toes. Her feet felt like heavy blocks of concrete. She couldn’t run away if she had tried. It seemed like time had stood still for a few minutes.

“Keke!!” David yelled our emerging from the pool deck into the kitchen where the couple was currently standing.

“We bout to play “Sing or drink”. Bring yo black ass out here and play” He yelled out slurring every word. He was noticeable wasted.

She heard a noticeable chuckle come from the mysterious man. This was the most expressive she had seen his face all night. He seemed slightly amused by the short interaction between her and her cousin.

“It was nice talking to you, umm….”

“Joshua, but you can call me Jey.” He interrupted .

“Jey” She repeated with a faint smile

Disclaimer: Ya'll, not too much on me. This is my first ever fanfic! I am doing this for fun. I figured instead of just being a reader I could be a writer as well. Enjoy! Positive vibes only!

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Quả bóng có chữ ký của Ronaldo

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Ronaldo là một ngôi sao trong làng bóng đá thế giới. Vì vậy quả bóng có chữ ký tay của Ronaldo luôn được người hâm mô săn lùng.

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It had been a surprisingly good show that night, which actually impressed Memphis quite a bit. Obviously, he’d never really anticipated that Kevin’s shitty punk band would actually pack the house - he just thought that the kid was endearing and really needed a shot at doing something he enjoyed. Memphis hadn’t booked them because he believed in the band, that was for certain. He’d met Kevin at his club one night and they’d hit it off almost immediately. It was clear that the kid didn’t really know who he was or put stock in titles or social hierarchy. He just seemed to enjoy his company, and that drew Memphis in. Typically, people wanted something from him when they were nice to him. However, he firmly believed that Kevin would be there whether he had this gigantic penthouse or he lived in some shitty trailer park. It had become evident that the boy had even started trying to clean up his act a bit, at least when he was spending time around Memphis. Kevin seemed to pick up on the fact that he was more of a burden on him when he was heavily intoxicated, likely on top of the fact that Memphis rarely allowed himself to get too far gone during his shows and after parties. Memphis was always ‘on’ when he was facilitating big social gatherings because somebody had to be aware and alert at all times. It was a huge stressor for him, but it definitely made it easier when Kevin kept a clearer head and was right there with him. He’d really seen the most definitive, crystallized version of Kevin that night, he felt. He was really starting to figure out who he wanted to be and it was impressive to Memphis.

He’d snuck back to his bedroom as the last of the guests departed, knowing he’d left Kevin alone in the living room with a rolling tray full of papers and weed. He didn’t care - Kevin deserved to reward himself, and he knew that Memphis didn’t mind him smoking. He slipped into his black silken kimono-style robe and a pair of black Versace briefs, coming back out to park it on the sofa next to the younger male. He smiled softly, glancing up from the tray to meet Kevin’s gaze, “Sorry… just wanted to get out of my work clothes for a minute.” He plucked the joint gingerly from Kevin’s fingers and quickly licked and re-stuck a small portion that had started to come apart, humming softly, “You can smoke in here tonight… you deserve it, so I’m not gonna complain, yeah?”

Kevin liked Memphis for a number of reasons. He was smart, smarter than he ever thought he could be himself, but also because he just differed from everyone else he’s met. He didn’t buy into his dumb antics or write him off completely for them. He felt like the other genuinely cared abut him, accepted him for the goofball he was while also giving him the space he needed to actually grow. It was a friendship like no other, something he wouldn’t give up no matter how much success he’d be promised.The outfit was enough to cause Kevin to do a double take, his stare lingering longer than he intended. But he felt no shame in it - Memphis was a hot guy, he knew he was hot and he knew Kevin knew he was hot (after exposing himself during a drunken rambling). He watched the older as he went to sit down next to him, and his free hand immediately reached up to feel the material of his robe.

It probably costed more than his entire outfit, chain included. But all that mattered to the drummer was that it was soft. Definitely soft enough to sit up against, and so that was exactly what he did. He scooted just the slightest bit closer, any distance between their bodies no more than a memory as he once again got comfortable. “ ’s all good. This looks way better, anyway.” He replied, brown eyes dropping down to Memphis’ frame to once more admire his change of clothes. He leaned back into his seat as the joint was taken from him, the now free hand reaching down to into his pocket for a lighter. A smile started to spread across his lips at what the other said next to him, a light shade of pink dusting over pale features. “Yeah, can’t argue with that logic. That’s exactly why you’re getting some of this too. If I deserve one, you’ve probably earned, like, three.”

He reached over, taking the joint back between his fingers so that he could light it. Once it was lit, he took a long drag, holding the smoke ing his lungs for a few moments before blowing it up towards the ceiling. He followed it up by another, shorter hit before handing it over to Memphis. “D’es that mean you liked the show tonight?” He inquired, his head tilted slightly.

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Straight Venomous ch.6

A/N: I’ll give u 2$ if u pretend this was posted in a timely manner. No but seriously thank you for sticking with me I love this story!! Feedback is always welcome please lmk what y’all think if you want more of a certain character or what!! Also if you want to be added to the Taglist lmk!! This chap is pretty Tim/Jason/Bruce centered but next chap will have everyone!! EDITED 1/11/2023

TW: cannon typical violence, Yandere themes, Cursing

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”This wasn’t the kind of protection I imagined-“ You paused both Symbiote and human left too stunned to speak at the looming gates of Arkham, old and imposing as ever. Seriously all they needed was a moat and the dungeon vibe would be complete.

“-When you said it be somewhere He’d never look.” You finished with a squint at the Halloween attraction that was Arkham Asylum.

”Well I didn’t lie did I?- he won’t.” Oswald smiled, more to himself than anyone in particular, his magenta-tinted Versace shades glinted in what little light Gotham offered.

”If you're telling the truth about him being interested in you, you’ll be out in a breeze. Think of this as my final test, your last hurdle.” He finally turned to look at you, his form as ridged as ever from the back seat of his Mercedes.

”If you survive I’ll genuinely have some use for you.” His sleek black car sped off without another word, if you didn’t know better he seemed almost uncomfortable, like if he got too close the building's jaw would open and suck him back in. 

No more than a second passed before the stone-faced man beside you set his firm grip on your arm.

The man currently dragging you like a raggedy Ann doll was dead silent, letting the wails from within echo that much more. It took more self-control than you anticipated not to rip the arm off of you (and off in general)

‘I get to eat these ones right?’

“We’ll see buddy.” You muttered, too uneasy to care that you’d responded out loud, if anything it made you fit right in.

The guard ‘escorting’ you in had an iron grip on your arm like you were gonna book it the second you could. The almost eerie silence of the lobby was immediately replaced with screaming from all directions.

The air inside Arkham was sterile and thick, if anguish had a smell it is the one invading your lungs, they gave you the almost cartoonish black and white striped uniform the rest of the inmates dawned and shoved you into the common area, after your third ignored question you figured it is best to observe, men and women sat in the large cage, a few tables and torn up sofa chairs adding to the bleak atmosphere. With a huff, you managed to find an open seat, the whispers, and eyes following your every move.

It didn’t take long for the biggest man in the room to lumber over, his brooding figure stood above you. A perfectly shaped brow rose in question at his sudden appearance. 

“I’d ask if I can help you but I really don’t wanna.” You spoke at the giant, eyes flickering over your nail beds. “The names Al.” He leaned on his knuckles, hot breath wafting over your skin making you wince. 

“You start a fight? You ask me first. You need to piss? You ask me first. I run shit in here and I’m only gonna tell you’s this once.” He spoke in a gravelly voice. A bit of spit landed on the table in front of you. “Are you high? It’s amazing they let inmates smoke.” His hands slammed into the metal before you, shaking it with enough force to knock over the tray of food beside you. “You’s looking to get that pretty face of yours fucked up huh? I don’t tolerate that kinda’ shit bitch or not.” Once more his breath fanned over you in a hot wave, and your expression twisted into a grimace. He took that as a sign of fear, grinning darkly from across you.

”I’m in a forgiving mood, maybe if ya get down and put that smart mouth to use-“ your hand twisted his collar, smashing his head to the table twice before releasing the now bloodied man. He stumbled backward into another inmate, clutching his broken nose, tears streaming down his face.

”Y-You bitch! Yer fuckin’ dead for this shit ya’ hear?!” He barked out, blood splattering through his fingers, a loose tooth falling from his maw as the surrounding people didn’t spare you a passing glance, all except the ginger staring at you with the stars in his eyes, an almost eager look on his face. Like he was waiting to see what you’d do next. 

You stood with a sigh, stepping over the small pile of blood he’d left in his scurry backward. You now towered above the trembling man, as he tried to stand you kicked him in the chest as hard as you could, a crack of something breaking echoed throughout the loud room, his limp body slid back hard enough to crash into the wall, your eyes widened at his now still form. “Oops. Too hard.” 

‘Can I have a bite? Just a nibble, as a treat.’

”Absolutely not.”

’you never let me have any fun!’ The child of a Symbiote grumbled in your head. You heard the rushed footsteps of a group of people, most likely guards quickly storming their way to the commotion. On instinct, you sat as far from the body as you could, which just so happened to be on the busted-up sofa, near that oh-so-attentive ginger. He watched you with a wide, skin-splitting grin, his green eyes were almost too vibrant, and pale skin contrasted against bright red hair. 

“That’s certainly one way to make an entrance doll face.” He grinned even wider, resting against his fist, eyes flickered over every inch of your resting frame, you mimicked his stare, fighting the urge to look at the now scrambling guards, two of them held batons, electric you imagined, they bullied their way past the straggler’s lingering around the body, freezing at the sight of the corpse. “Move! Every one of you pieces of shit against the wall!” The shorter of the two barked out, threateningly pointing his baton at the group of inmates. 

“Come on sweet cheeks - we better get moving fore’ they get twitchy.” The redhead pulled you up and to the side, with a speed you hadn’t anticipated from him. He stood tall against the peeling wall, much too eager at the sight of blood.

”Alright- which one of you shit stains did this huh?!” The same guard from before spoke again, making his way down the line of people, most were too delirious to comprehend his demand, and the few still coherent said nothing much to your surprise. When he made his way to you, he lingered. “You see something interesting meat?” He sneered down at you, the crackling baton dangerously to your eye, it took more self-control than you’d like not to shove said baton up his ass.

”Oh I’ve seen something real funny.” The ginger spoke from beside you, it made you tense, would he be so quick to snitch?

The stodgy guard spit at the taller man’s feet. “Valeska. What am I gonna have to do to get you to shut the fuck up?”

”Hm, maybe a gag? Although you’ll have to use your own, I left mine back with your mother-“ the electrified tip was pressed to his chest before the snark could be finished, he crumpled to the floor with a twisted laugh, the cackle trailing into a moan at the end, his lanky form slumping against the dirty wall.

”Oh Johnny boy- I love it when you get rough with me.” The guard kicked at the still-twitching man, quickly ushering another guard to help him. “Of course it was you. Fucking lunatic.”

The drooling redhead is dragged out by his wrists and ankles, his piercing green stare not breaking until they pulled him out of sight. 

“Okay, that was a fluke. Heads down from now on V.”

There was a vaguely irate huffing sound in your mind. 

‘This is lame. I get a little bit of action and you’re pussying out.”

”Bite me you leech.” 

‘I AM NO SUCH THING (Y/N) TAKE IT BACK RIGHT NOW.’

Elsewhere

Tim was conflicted, he was almost always confident in himself and his plans, but this one was making him uneasy. He knew where you worked, and the people you were surrounded by. Penguins club wasn’t the place for someone like you, but he knew his best option was to wait for an opening to get you out, considering the circumstance. 

His original idea was to ‘run’ into you again and arrange a meeting where he could get you alone for a few hours. Get some of that electric-nerve-punching banter in again. Then he’d casually ask for your number and thus would begin your epic romance, he had everything mapped out to a T, even his family’s unusual interest in you couldn’t deter him from his bliss.

That is until you had to go and run.

Then again, he should have considered Bruce would make a move before him, should’ve planned for him to scare you off, but he didn’t. He was distracted, consumed with thoughts of you flashing through his mind like a projector on the wall. You’d taken up permanent residency in his day-to-day thoughts, and it had made him sloppy. 

You’d gotten away, slipped through his fingers just as he was closing in, you had no idea but he was planning a little ‘staycation’ at a cabin well off into the woods a few towns away from Gotham. He’d been getting to know you, the real you hidden in your private browser history and your late-night searches, and he was smitten. He’d done the math, ran the numbers, and knew the two of you were perfectly compatible, from your star sign to your favorite movie, he had all your likes and preferences listed alphabetically, and the scarily accurate list had been memorized in no time. In his frenzied- but thorough- planning he’d neglected to anticipate you pulling such a stunt but he wasn’t worried. It will never happen again. 

 He returned to the cave this morning, popping in briefly wasn’t out of the norm for Tim as the internet down here was much faster than the Portable server he had on him, and he needed this information quickly, he’s certain Bruce wouldn’t mind, he wasn’t home anyway. Alfred greeted him with his usual brand of warmth and eagerly saw him to the wall of computers he’d spent countless hours in front of. 

All was normal until the older of the two paused in his retreat upstairs, Tim could tell something was on his mind, he cocked his head at the man hovering beside him. “Everything okay Al?”

 “You’re going to see some unfinished work when you start her up,” he spoke, dismissing his question entirely, “Master Bruce had an emergency at the corporate office, which means you should have ample time to give that unnamed file a proper look.”

The grey-haired male paused as if worried about the way he delivered whatever message he had, “I believe your father would benefit from your assistance before he lets his passions get the best of him…again.” The older man spoke cryptically, patting a comforting hand on his shoulder as he retreated back upstairs. Tim paused, dark brows furrowing as he processed the old man’s words. He put a pin in his original plan for coming down here, instead of focusing on that pesky mystery file, he knew it burn him up inside if he didn’t at least peek through his father's new dirty little secret. 

The last thing he expected to see was your face, every possible angle of that perfect face. A concerning amount of shots of your dark (e/c) eyes, in a few you even stared directly at the camera, almost as if you knew you were under the harsh eye of Gotham's most dangerous predator. A scoff bubbled up past his lips, his free hand was now aggressively squeezing the little red stress ball that had sat before him, the flesh of the toy nearly burst from the force he used. It took him a few minutes to calm down, once he could think a little clearer, the plan began to form behind his eyes.

He now knew of his Mentor’s dark obsession, his twisted focus on your life and being. Honestly, Tim was worried about his Father, it wasn’t healthy to harbor such intense feelings for someone you didn’t know- Bruce didn’t know you, Jason didn’t know you- Dick sure as shit didn’t know you. None of the others did, not like Tim. He’d be able to read you in ways you’d always wanted someone to. But before your happily ever after could start, he was going to use his family’s dark obsession with you to his advantage, this and this alone is what pushed him to tell Dick you lived with Jason, Why he was letting the older male crash on his sofa bed, and it was the only reason he’d been pulling the strings behind the scenes. It didn’t take much to find your current location, all he had to do was give himself access to every camera in Gotham and run that Gorgeous mug of yours against them, granted once he actually found you he nearly had a heart attack, why in the hell were you beating the bricks off some schmuck in Arkham? After forcing himself in check he quickly saved the footage of the incident, his mind running a mile a much on how to spin this in his favor.

 He made a point to linger in the cave, Bruce was back within an hour, his steps rushed, eager, and Tim knew just who he was rushing to.

”Hey Bruce.”

The older man paused his trek to his desk, finally noticing the man in his seat.

”I didn’t know you were stopping by.” He responded gruffly, his long fingers moving to nimbly undo his tie.

“Well, I was in the neighborhood, needed Ol’ reliable’s for some intel. Nothing too fun.” Bruce made a noise of acknowledgment, now undoing the buttons on each sleeve, “Find what you were looking for?” Bruce was calm as he rolled up his sleeves, if Tim was anyone else his calm facade may have worked. But he wasn’t just anyone. He was nervous. The thought made Tim smirk, he dropped his face to a more neutral expression, turning to face his Father and Mentor. 

“Sure did.” He rose from the seat without pause, “Even had time to look into that folder for you- Alfred said you might need a little help.” 

Bruce didn’t falter in his movements, his expression remained in its usual stoic demeanor. 

The tension in the air had Tim’s heart pounding against his ribcage, Bruce Wayne was the variable he couldn’t plan around, and it made him dangerous.

The older man had an aura of authority around him in or out of the suit, Tim knew this could be a monumental setback if he reacted negatively-

Bruce quickly sat with an amused huff, turning on the monitors with practiced ease.

Just like that the tension evaporated. 

“Exactly how are you going to help me, Tim?” The statement had weight behind it, two dark pools of blue clashed in the reflection of the computer, his fathers accompanied by a lifted brow, his facial expression almost daring Tim to say the wrong thing.

The younger of the two wordlessly typed in a few words on one of the smaller screens pulling up the feed of Arkham’s common area. The video was dated today and was only about an hour old, the footage itself was your run-of-the-mill CCTV quality, so it wasn’t the clearest, but Bruce immediately recognized you, and his heart all but stopped, forced to watch as you were put in the exact kind of situation he was fixing to keep you from. His fists clenched so hard the skin on his knuckles turned white, he wasn’t so shaken at the way you’d brutalized the man, but rather the fact that you were surrounded by such individuals in the first place. Logically as a Metahuman he knew you were the strongest person in the room, but this fact didn’t give him comfort. It did the exact opposite. You’d found yourself cornered in the most dangerous situation and he was all but helpless to get you out.

He knew he couldn’t waltz in there and pull you out, okay he very well could, realistically he could leave now and have you back in time for dinner, but he also knew he needed to pace himself. Because Batman doesn’t break people out of Arkham, no matter how badly they don’t belong. His nostrils flared at the screen. His original plan to observe you from afar was thrown out the window the moment Damian took an interest in you, this Bruce could understand, he even planned for the scenario of you running from him, he hadn’t anticipated this is where you’d run through. 

A beat of silence passed between them before Tim began making his way back upstairs, just before the elevator doors could close he made sure to get in one last quip to seal the metaphorical deal, something that would give Bruce no choice but to intervene.

“I hope that poor girl is safe in there.”

As the doors shut on his Father, a small but genuine smile grew on his face. Now that he’d gotten Bruce in the game it wouldn’t be long until you were right where you belonged, right where Tim could see you without a screen in the way. 

Elsewhere

Jason does a lot of thinking now’a days. He thinks about where it all went wrong when you started hiding things from him. Of course, he couldn’t be upset with you for feeling unsafe enough to run, he hunted murderers and scumbags on a daily basis, if you were intimidated by his occupation, he could understand. But the longer he sat with the thought the less sense it made, he could keep you safe, he could keep the bad shit away, and you knew that he’d saved you as the Hood once before, so what could have changed your opinion so fast? That is if it was a what.

If it wasn’t a what it had to be a who.

As Jason’s mind worked a mile a minute, he paced, and when he had walked a dent into the floorboards, he turned to his favorite outlet. Some people preferred to jog or write when they got stressed, and Jason liked to clock into work.

Usually, he started with a steak-out, leaned against his Harley Davidson* custom in some rank alley, the flickering fluorescents occasionally catching his helmet in a menacing shine. He always chose the most time-sensitive task he caught on the police scanner not-so-legally installed in his bike, but his brain was far too muddled with thoughts of you to put his all into work. It had been a grueling 12 hours since you’d made a break for it and ripped his sense of peace out with clenched fists.

 You’d taken up permanent residence in the worst way, he tormented himself with the most gut-wrenching kinds of scenarios. The intrusive kind where you came under harm because he wasn’t strong enough to stop you- no he wasn’t prepared to stop you. The moment you left was playing on loop, specifically, that split second he had where he could’ve taken you out from behind, gently subdued you until he could find out what had you so scared. 

But he didn’t, he couldn’t force himself to move in any way that would harm you, it went against every cell in his body.

And now you were gone.

 A bitter lump had taken up in his stomach, made of ice and nails, every moment he didn’t know where you were, its spikes dug their way in deeper. He feels stuck in that moment of the horror movie where you see the monster coming but the girl doesn’t, but unlike the movies, Jason can and will be doing something about this monster. He just has to find it first.

No one was talking and that meant one of two things.

You were working close to someone with enough connections to concern Jason, or you were-

He had to physically shake the thought away. Not willing to entertain the idea for even a second. He could feel it, you were fine. In a ludicrous amount of danger yes, but alive. And that’s all he needed. Because when he found you again, he promised himself he’d keep you safe, he knew something major had happened that night forever ago when you crept into the apartment so eerily, leaving a trail of murky water as you passed. You’d been different, in little ways, offering to get the takeout instead of ordering in and always coming back unscathed despite where you lived. Of course, he had to follow you, he vividly remembers a man running through busy traffic to avoid you, of course, Jason marked it as odd from his view above the streets, but he couldn’t have known you were well whatever you were, from that alone, what really clued him in was how confident you’d become before he could only hope you’d chime in the conversation with him and Roy, desperately trying to include you and praying it wasn’t obvious, now you spoke your mind no matter what, almost like you couldn’t help it, and it made your light burn even brighter.

He was beyond excited when you began to open up, the two of you bonding in the kind of way people wrote stories about, slowly, surely, at your pace, you’d begun to unravel the layers of each other. And then someone came along and ruined everything. 

Jason also thought a lot about what he was going to do to this person when he got his hands on them.

The only reason he wasn’t beating the answer out of someone right now was because he was running on fumes and he knew it. Roy had just barely managed to talk him out of his gear. “I care about her too Jay.” The redhead gave Jason’s back a comforting squeeze.  “I’ll ask around some places you can’t okay? This is (Y/n) we’re talking about, wherever she is, she’s in control.” It was that last thought that pacified him enough to passively pace himself into a silent almost boiling anger. It was in this quiet, dangerous moment, his least annoying sibling strolled in the front door like it was an everyday occurrence. 

“You are bad, Roy was right to call me.” The voice of his replacement spoke suddenly, Tim had been snapping his fingers in an effort to clear that dark haze that had begun to fog over his brother’s eyes.

Tim was concerned, that much was obvious from the tone he used like he was speaking to a wounded, feral, animal. As he snapped a few more times in front of his face, Jason’s eyes focused on his successors, “I’m fine. How long have you been there?”

”Long enough J.”

The older of the two sighed deeply through his nose, his thumbs rubbing long circles into the sides of his temple. 

“Yeah okay, I spaced a bit who cares? You really here to check on lil’ ol’ me?”

”Nah, mostly just to tell you your little girlfriend there works for Oswald.” 

His smile fell instantly. You were forced, no choice, blackmail maybe? Debt? Did you gamble? Cashed a favor? 

“Are you absolutely positive?” Tim’s face held rather calm at the ever-growing frustration of his predecessor. He could tell how worked up Jason was, to think (Y/n) had such an effect on him, he looked like a puppy dog waiting on its owner to come home.

“You need some serious sleep- and that’s coming from me so,” Tim said not answering the older man’s question, with a deep sigh he shoved the taller of the two onto the couch, soon sitting beside him, it didn’t take long for Tim to set up his two favorite machines, bulky things he’d built himself that way too many people wanted to get their hands on, lots of dirty little secrets embedded in their code.

Tim was worried. More worried than Jason could comprehend. Because he knew exactly where Oswald had put you- a glance at the unusually shaken man beside him was all he spared as he continued to type- now wasn’t the time to share, that would come later. A time for everything as they say.

Right now all Jason needed was a way for you to get out of the snakepit you found yourself in, so that's what Tim gave him.

"Bruce has a file on your girl, think it has anything to do with her new occupation?" He spoke offhandedly, silently observing Jason’s reactions. That’s all he needed to say, the show had officially begun.

"No." Jason's answer was quick and concise, the lost look had faded from his gaze, hardening into his thinking face. His back straightened, muscles coiling like a snake in the grass. 

He cracked his neck, tired eyes once more meeting Tim’s, “Bruce n’ I need to have a little chat, that’s all.” He was out the door before Tim could stop him, not that he would, this was all going exactly as he’d anticipated. The match had been lit, it was only a matter of time before the fuse blew, the question of the hour was who would break first? Tim’s bet is on Bruce.

[vilsoo]

michael afton treating you on mother’s day 🌷

tags. more dad!michael x fem reader, domesticity, fluff, married with a 2yo daughter (stella), still nicknamed “pumpkin”, eventual smut, bathtub sex.

notes. happy mother’s day 😙💐 we finally have a name for our little pumpkin, which is stella afton !! inspired by my friend’s cat btw.

• dad!michael who takes stella out with him to buy your surprise mother’s day gifts the day before. stella wanted to gift you some flowers and a handmade card. the beautiful arrangement she picked for you was michael’s favorite as well.

• dad!michael who buys you designer jewelry and perfume as your gift. as much as he loves spoiling his little pumpkin, he’d go out his way to surprise you and spoil you some more with versace perfume and vivienne westwood earrings.

• dad!michael who quietly wakes up stella on mother’s day to accompany him making breakfast in bed for you. while you were asleep, stella would be in michael’s arms in the kitchen as he sets up a lovely tray with your favorite meals.

• dad!michael who lets stella wake you up and surprise you with your gifts and michael presenting the tray. you almost tear up hearing your baby girl chanting “happy mother’s day, mommy!” and showering you with kisses and love.

• dad!michael who endlessly praises you for being such a good mother and being there for stella. he understands how motherhood can be exhausting and having to balance out work and the family. he’ll always appreciate and recognize the effort and dedication you put in. (shoutout to all moms!)

• dad!michael who lets you relax and have time for yourself so he can take care of the housework and stella. as a special thank you for your hard work, he sets up a lovely bath at night with some wine and won’t disturb you unless you call for him.

• dad!michael who puts stella to sleep that night until he hears you call for him in the bathroom. alone at last with him; the man who made you a mother and appreciates you as a mother. it wouldn’t hurt to let him treat you with sweet sex and intimacy to relieve all that stress as a mom.

• dad!michael who accepts your offer joining you in the bathtub and making love with you again. straddled on top of him, letting him thrust into you so you don’t have to do any work at all. he loves the feeling of your cunt clenching down on his cock as he makes you feel good.

• dad!michael who thrusts hard into you while in doggystyle, seeing you cling onto the bathtub rim as he holds your hips, watching your ass bouncing on him. it didn’t matter if he came, he only prioritized you and your pleasure for this day. he’ll make love with you for however long you wanted, saying “cum for me, you deserve it so much…”