#i cannot even do an australian accent out loud

[doriantomybasil]

i don’t know when or how or why this happened but every time i read something in english in my head it is with a very heavy australian accent

[mrchiipchrome]

All Mine

W.C. - 1,3 k

prompt 22. -I can’t describe what I’m feeling. prompt 116. -Baby you’re all mine.

a/n: i know this is quite bad but we move on, this started out as a song prompt thingy. if you want to request, there's a prompt list linked in my masterlist.

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Weight training. One of the most annoying things ever to a certain footballer, you wanted to be out on the pitch playing with your friends, not be in a crowded weight room. It wasn’t that you weren’t strong, you were incredibly so, but it was just incredibly boring.

But, there was one thing that made the long rhythmic sessions worth it. That was being able to shamelessly stare at your girlfriend, a favorite on your part being when she was squatting. It’s been your forever favorite.

You had been caught staring at your girl so many times that you weren’t even phased by the immense teasing you got for it, no you just continued staring while nodding every once in a while.

Today though, you wouldn’t even have the opportunity to do it as Jonas had made the conscious decision to place you with all the youngins. Even he had noticed your decline in productivity when you were close to your Aussie.

This meant that you had to be supervising the youngsters and train, it was just a disaster waiting to happen. 

Chatting with McCabe before the session was to start, you’re quickly pulled away by the infamous duo of Gio and Katherine, each of them tugging on one arm. You can’t do anything but mouth a ‘help me’ to the Irish woman, who just decides to laugh at you.

“Y/n/n it’s time to start!” The Brazilian drags every word in the sentence out, speaking in a sing-songy voice.

“Wait, where’s Vic? And the rest of the youngsters?” You ask in a confused tone, not seeing any of your younger teammates. 

“Oh Viccy’s late, she’ll arrive later. For now you’re stuck with us” Katherine tells you, the two of them looking at each other mischievously when they hear your loud groan.

“Alright then, let’s do this. You two can start with whatever dumbbell you like, I presume you’ve already warmed up?” The vigorous nods you get just make you sigh, a long day before you.

Even though you couldn’t see Steph, she could definitely see you. The way your sleeves were pulled up around your shoulders made her mouth water, muscles flexing in a way that catered to her taste perfectly.

Yet, as she looks over towards you for the tenth time, Steph can’t help the uncomfortable burning feeling in her stomach.

It wasn’t like she wanted it to happen, but when she sees Gio stand behind you, her hands on your waist as you squat, she truly cannot help it.

Steph wasn’t a jealous person at all, but the thought of anyone other than her touching you like that had her infuriated.

Worst thing was that she couldn’t look away, not even if she tried. She was simply glued. 

Her saving grace came in the form of a vigorous tapping to her thigh, the Aussie having completely forgotten that she was spotting a player of her own.

Picking the bar up from Caitlin’s chest, she can hear the forward grumbling absentmindedly while she looks over to you once again.

Thankfully, you’d moved on to another exercise, otherwise she might’ve combusted.

The rest of the training session goes off without a hitch, you joining your suspiciously quiet girlfriend in walking back to the locker room when you’re done. 

Steph doesn’t say anything to you even as you both get out of the locker room, neither does she say anything when you get in the car or when you arrive home.

It isn’t until you’re both inside the comfort of your own home that you decide to ask her about it, the defender keeping her eyes cast downwards to the floor instead of looking you in the eye.

“What’s wrong love?” You ask her cautiously, trying to get her to look at you and not the hardwood.

“Nothing” Her thick Australian accent gives away how she really feels, and she herself knows it. Maybe that’s why she mumbles the words into her coat. 

“Love, I can’t hear what you’re saying.” Placing your pointer finger directly below her jaw, you lift her head so that she’s finally looking at you. “What’s going on baby?”

“I- today when Gio was spotting you, I just felt…” She lets out a groan, the inability to express her feelings frustrating her like no other. “I can’t describe what I’m feeling” 

Steph’s arms wrap around you, her face burying into your chest. 

“Do you want me to help you?” The defender nods her head, arms tightening around you. “Did you feel sad?” A shake of her head. “Did you feel happy?” Another shake of her head.

It continues for another minute before you finally, in a teasing tone, get to the emotion she was feeling.

“Did you feel jealous?” The hesitant nod she gives you has a surprised chuckle escaping your mouth, genuinely shocked that she felt jealous.

“Don’t laugh at me, she was touching what’s mine. You’re all mine and no one except me should be allowed to touch you like that” The brunette looks up at you, fiery jealousy spreading like a wildfire throughout her.

“Oh, am I now? Well why don’t you show them who I belong to then my love?” The suggestive tone your voice bears is hard to miss, and Steph immediately gets the hint.

Getting up on her tiptoes, she connects your lips in a way that has your knees buckling underneath you. Her hands move up to your hair, tugging and tangling her fingers in it like it was the last thing she’d ever do.

Gasping, the defender slips her tongue into your mouth, kissing you possessively and passionately. Without letting up on the kiss, Steph starts to walk you towards the living room, your thoughts consumed by her and only her.

When the back of your knees hit the soft cushions of the couch, you break the seal of your lips, sitting down and leaning against the cushions.

Steph sits down in your lap with one leg on each side of your thighs, straddling you. She doesn’t even give you any time to settle before connecting your lips in an even more heated kiss, the defender moving your limp hands to her waist before moving her own to your hair. 

In a flash, her kisses move down to your jaw and even further down your neck, sucking and biting at all parts of your neck. You can even feel the smile against your skin when she hears the sounds slipping out of your mouth, it only spurring her on more.

“Baby, you’re. All. Mine. Not Gio’s, mine.” She grumbles between kisses, the entirety of your neck filled with deep dark bruises. Pulling back, the Aussie admires her work.

Her finger grasp at the sides of your jaw, pulling your head in different directions to get a better view of all the hickies she’d left, you still panting slightly. Humming, Steph thinks for a second before she moves her hands down to the hem of your shirt, tugging on it.

“Take your shirt off baby” She whispers in your ear, kissing the spot just below it. Immediately you do as she tells you, tugging the shirt off hastily.

She kisses you one last time on the lips before moving to place even darker marks on your collar bones, all the skin that would be visible to the public eye (and a lot that wouldn’t be visible) was covered in blackish purple marks.

Soon enough the skies are as dark as the marks littering your upper body, laying beside your girl in your shared bed. 

Both of your phones having been turned off since long, neither of you being bothered with the notifications from your instagrams. 

It wasn’t just your teammates who needed to know that you were hers, but the entire world too. Steph posting a picture of your hickey littered neck to her story with the caption, all mine.

[alex-wrestling]

Trapped in the Grasp of a Memory

Jey Uso/Rhea Ripley/Damian Priest

Summary: All Jey wants is the comfort of his two favorite people

Warnings: past verbal abuse, self esteem issues, two swear words

A/N: do they have a ship name? If not, I’m dubbing them jheamian. I’m projecting big time in this btw. Title is from Trapped in the Grasp of a Memory by Knocked Loose

Jey’s eyes darted between Gunther and Ludwig, breath coming in hot and fast.

“I cannot believe you lost that match, Kaiser!” The Austrian shouted, lips turned upwards in a snarl. “You’re useless! Haven’t I taught you anything?”

Ludwig bowed his head. “I’m sorry, Mein General. I will win the next match.”

“Dummkopf,” Gunther spat, “you never win anything!

All Jey could hear was Roman, yelling at him, berating him for every botch and stutter. He could see tears forming in his eyes. No. Not here!

He sped out of the locker room, wiping his eyes. His days in the Bloodline, it seemed, we’re far from over. Every insult, every screamed word, reminded him of his Tribal Chief.

He found himself in an unused hall. He sneezed a few times because of the dust, his eyes stinging even more than they already were. It was here that he finally let himself cry, leaning against the wall and falling down as he choked on his tears. It was pathetic to get worked up like this, really. They weren’t even yelling at him. Why was he so emotional?

He longed for his partners, but knew they had their own issues. Rhea and Damian had just gotten out of their own situation with their own baggage, it was unfair to add his in with it. They’d react the same as Roman anyway, wouldn’t they? Call him a baby for crying, tell him he was making things up, deny him the physical touch he so desperately craved. Yet, he wanted them. Rhea’s soothing touch, Damian’s deep voice. He wanted them so much. It made him cry harder. He didn’t deserve their affection, their kind words, their weird little gifts. He didn’t deserve them.

“Jey?”

Jey covered his mouth, immediately recognizing the Australian accent. No. She can’t see me like this. She’ll leave.

“Querido?” Not him too! “Where are you?”

Jey curled up in the fetal position, burying his head in his knees. Tears still leaked out of his eyes, instead covering the sweatpants he’d stolen from his boyfriend. I’ll have to give these back.

He heard loud footsteps echoing in the hallway, and felt eyes on his head. “Jey? What happened?”

He shook his head, refusing to speak. He wasn’t sure if he could talk anyway.

He felt fingernails in his scalp, and he leaned in to Rhea’s touch. He sniffled. “I’m-”

He sobbed again. Rhea pulled him into her chest, still stroking his hair as he cried into her.

“Jey? Who hurt you, mi corazón? They’ll never hurt you again, I promise. They’ll never even think about it.”

Jey shook his head again. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled.

Rhea stopped her strokes. “What?”

“Gunther was yellin’ and-”

“País de merde,” Damian mumbled. “I’m going to kill him.”

“He was yelling at Ludwig,” Jey clarified, “not me. Yelling reminds me of when I was with Ro, and…” Jey trailed off, realizing he had revealed too much. Anger, even when it wasn’t directed at him, was a part of life. Rhea and Damian realized that, didn’t they?

“That asshole,” Rhea muttered. Damian hummed in agreement. “Why didn’t you come get us? You know we’d help you.”

“Don’t deserve it,” Jey said. “Shouldn’t be so sensitive.”

“You’re not sensitive, you’re traumatized,” Damian said. “You deserve our help, cariño. Don’t listen to Roman. We’re all equals here.”

“Yeah,” Rhea said. “I know where your head is at, Jey. I’ve had mental health struggles too. You’re not a burden, you don’t deserve to be treated like this. You help us so much, baby, it’s time we return the favor.”

“We have more than enough room for you in our hearts,” Damian added. “No matter what happens with the Bloodline or the Judgement Day, you can always talk to us. We won’t yell at you, we promise.”

Jey finally looked up at his lovers. They looked concerned for him, not angry. He laid his head back on Rhea’s chest, hearing her heartbeat. He was going to savor this moment as long as he could.

[agustdef]

Tiptoeing: Around You | m.

✰ Pairing: Christian Yu/Reader 

› Genres: Smut, Fluff, Mildest of Angst

✰ Rating: 18+ 

› Warnings: Language

✰ Status: Oneshot 

› In Collaboration: With @shadowsremedy​ who altered my plans a little, but I don’t mind it. Here is his fic, they’re both in the same universe: Tiptoeing: Around Love.

✰ Beta Read: @suhdays​ and @ppersonna​

›  Banner: @shadowsremedy​

✰ Summary: YN has pined after Christian for a while, but after one more kick in the butt by her best friend and an evening in the same room she finally acts on those feelings.

›  A/N: This fic was written for the sweet and mildly chaotic @dee-ehn​ for her birthday. You deserve the world, but since I cannot give you that we’re going to have to settle for some fictional content starring the ever handsome and rude Christian Yu. I hope you enjoy it love and I hope your day was great!

“Pft, you’re no better than me,” YN whispered into her phone.

There was a loud chuckle on the other side and then it stopped abruptly.

“Yeah, but at least I have a girlfriend. You’re out here acting like a lovesick puppy for a guy who is clearly into you. I don’t know how much sadder this can get at this point. It’s been months, YN,” Yoongi said.

Naturally, she rolled his eyes at his words. The fact that all of that was true mattered not. Or at least most of it was true, she wasn’t quite sure if Christian was into her. Everyone said he was and there were some signs, like flirting and being touchy but he was like that with a few of his close friends. That alone couldn’t be the indicator for his feelings. If they were feelings at all. For all she knew she and everyone else were seeing the signs of lust and not romantic feelings that led to a monogamous relationship.

At least that’s what the voice in her head told her when she got up the courage to think he actually liked her and planned to act on it. The pesky ass voice couldn’t let her have nice things.

Despite her clear acknowledgement of the factualness of what he said she couldn’t let him have the last word. It just wasn’t a true testament to their friendship if she didn’t try to gain the upper hand.

“Well, at least I’m not using fuckboy antics to get out of telling the person I’m dating I love them. You can’t use that psycho bitch, who tried to kill me might I add, as an excuse for why you don’t say it forever, Yoon. Especially since you know Jamie isn’t like that. But you gotta take the plunge and talk to her before too much time has passed and she won’t want to listen anymore.”

There was a brief silence before a dramatic sigh left his lips. YN could imagine the look on his face as he did it too. A mix of sadness, resignation, and annoyance at the fact that she was right. They wouldn’t be such close friends if they both didn’t hate being proven wrong while also understanding the other enough to know when it was the right moment to push it.

“Okay,” he whispered.

“What was that?”

“Okay! You’re right. But you need to stop tiptoeing around the subject and just tell him already. He likes you, let him know you feel the same way,” he said.

That got YN to sigh with about as much feeling as Yoongi had. Her body felt tired as she thought of having to speak those words, but she realized she really needed to get it over with. Even if she threw up in the process, it had to happen.

“Okay,” she mumbled.

“Hm? What was that?” he mocked her.

“Okay, damn. I’ll do it. So annoying.”

Again, he laughed and it made her happy to hear him not so down like he’d been for days. Of course, the laughter could only help so much, but it was better than nothing.

Biting her lower lip her head turned so she looked at the studio door where the man who she was losing it over was. He waited for her to bring in snacks and she’d stopped part way to call Yoongi about something unrelated to the conversation they had. One that she was so lost in that she didn’t realize twenty minutes more than needed had gone by.

“Shit, I have to go. I should have been back already. I’ll call you later. Love you. Bye.” she said.

Yoongi laughed. “Love you too.”

With that she hung up the call and took a deep breath before walking towards the studio door. Her hand grasped the knob for a few seconds as she took a deep breath and thought over Yoongi’s words. Maybe the all-nighter they planned was the right place or maybe it was the worst possible place for her to do that since she’d still have work to do if he reacted negatively.

When she finally opened the door and stepped in she’d decided to just see what happened. There would be no forcing herself to say anything about it or actively stopping herself. For once she’d go with the flow, with a bit of hope that she’d randomly get the urge to blurt it out like she sometimes did.

Upon her entry Christian’s head whipped up to look at her. He stared her down as she kicked off her shoes and made her way to her seat. The expression on his face didn’t give way to his thoughts, but she assumed he was confused as to why it took her so long to get back.

“You get lost?” he asked, taking the bag from her.

“Nope. Just had a phone call.”

Christian paused for a second, his brow raised in question.

“Yoongi?”

YN didn’t stop what she was doing for many people, especially when it came to work related things needing to be done. But Yoongi was her oldest friend and she’d hop on a plane without a moment's notice if he needed her. That meant that usually people could guess who she’d been talking to easily.

“Yeah. He wanted to whine some,” she said.

Her attention moved to the computer in front of her, which still held the work she’d left off on. Christian had messed with something a little, but for the most part had seemed to be focused on what went on upon his own screen. Something about what he was doing reminded her of a thing she’d forgotten with the clip was editing and despite the hunger that plagued her she went straight into work. Of course, she felt Christian’s eyes on her the whole time and heard him chewing away at the snacks in the bag but her mind hyper focused so none of that matter.

About fifteen minutes passed before her hands stopped moving and Christian used that to pull her chair for the desk. Her immediate reaction was to tell him off, but he shoved half of a sandwich towards her mouth and she found herself biting it without a thought. That brought a smug expression to his face, but she merely rolled her eyes and snatched the sandwich.

There was some small protest from him, but it stopped as she took another bite of the sandwich. YN was so hungry that she hadn’t really chewed anything or tasted it for that matter. She’d had little to eat throughout the day because they’d needed some last-minute shots and that left her running here and there. Anything consumed was burned off within an hour or two. Which is why Christian had offered they go get dinner first, but she knew a heavy meal would make her focus on editing harder. Food made her sleepy most of the time.

“Slow down,” Christian said, his Australian accent thickening with the worry in his tone.

But his warning was too late because she’d shoved the last piece into her mouth and swallowed it. Her hand reached for the other in his hand, but he gently pushed it away and handed her an opened water instead. She glared at him but drank down the water; though with the way he stared at her she stopped herself from downing half of it in a few seconds. Sips were slow and small until she felt her throat less dry.

“Now can I have the other half?” she asked, her voice sickly sweet and a pout on her lips.

For a moment Christian just stared his eyes focused on something on her face. At first, she wondered if she’d gotten anything on it while eating, but then she watched him bite his lower lip and his eyes flicker up to her’s and then down again. She thought that he had to be looking at her lips and her heart did a thing, though her mind wasn’t sure if it was him wanting to kiss her or something being on them. In a moment of uncertainty, she wiped at the lip and came up with nothing, but that seemed to be enough to snap Christian out of whatever trance he’d been in.

Without a word he passed her the other half of the sandwich and then got busy unwrapping his own. Silence followed with a few words spoken here and there when one of them stared at either screen long enough to have a question rise up. It was a good little break from YN’s thoughts about what happened minutes before and also got her mind ready for what she was going to do for the next several hours. Dread filled her, but knew it wasn’t impossible by any means.

“Ready?” Christian asked after finishing off his tea.

YN nodded and just like that they got to work.

Christian was to focus on piecing together a visual that would encompass the entire comeback the Dabin planned, while YN was focused on getting through the main music video. There were some others she had to do, but they were all shorter and didn’t need some of the magic that the main one did. Part of her cursed the team for being so damn ambitious, but it kept her on her toes so she couldn’t complain. Well, wouldn’t complain until she felt the urge to pull out her hair because something wasn’t working.

But for once she went through her edits without any real roadblocks. She navigated the things that they’d talked about adding and her own ideas for things to flow seamlessly. There were a few snags here and there, but they were nothing that she couldn’t fix in a few minutes or that Christian couldn’t help her with.

They’d long learned to work together fluidly so all of it came easily.

A few hours in YN pulled her headphones off and pushed her chair away from the desk. Carefully, she stood up and stretched her body since it got a little stiff from sitting in one position for so long. Once she’d properly given them the movement they needed a yawn ripped free from her lips and she felt a wave of tiredness hit her. Of course, she wasn’t done by any means.

“I’m going to get something hot and something with caffeine from the kitchen, you want anything?” she asked.

Christian didn’t respond so she poked him hard and repeated herself, he shook his head no without ever glancing her way. She knew he’d complain later, but she didn’t have it in her to pester him, so she slipped on a pair of slides near the door and ventured out.

The kitchen in the building DPR was set up in wasn’t too far from Christian’s studio, in fact she walked back fifteen feet to get to it. Something she was thankful about because despite being in motion she felt her body grow more tired as each second passed. It’s why she was quick to grab an energy drink from the fridge and down that thing. It was followed by the consumption of red ginseng because it always helped her in some way. Or at least she placebo effected herself into that thought. After she moved to make herself some hot chocolate. Thankfully, they had a Keurig, so she didn’t have to worry about heating water herself. By the time it was done she’d gotten a few large marshmallows from her hidden stash and happily deposited on top of the hot, chocolatey liquid.

With her energy drinks consumed and her hot beverage ready she made her way back to the room. She took care not to spill any of the drink and sat it down on the small table that Christian kept over on her side. It was where she sat all her drinks or food out of fear that she would knock it over if it were on the desk with all the equipment.

The moment her butt hit the chair there was a frustrated grunt and Christian all but threw his headphones down. His right hand moved to card through his hair and his eyes closed as he let out a harsh breath.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she moved closer.

There was no response, but she waited for him to get his bearings. Sometimes editing made you so annoyed that words failed to come together right away. There had been many instances where someone asked her questions and all they got in return was grunts or her starting a word only to scream halfway through.

A minute or two went by before he opened his eyes and spoke up.

“I just can’t get it to transition like I want. I’ve been trying different methods for the last hour and assumed I wanted to try out all the options, but they just fuckin’ suck. I don’t want it to suck. It needs to not suck.”

“I doubt it sucks, let me see,” she said as she moved even closer.

However, Christian was having none of it and knocked his chair into hers so she’d go back onto her side. He was stubborn as hell when in a mindset of defeat, so she had to be persistent. She knocked chairs with him a few more times before getting up. Before he could steady himself she pushed it back and it rolled almost to the door. Standing she leaned over and looked at what he had. Nothing sucked per se, but she could see what his issue was.

She got several clicks in before he protested again.

“I’ll just choose one and come back to it tomorrow or something. It’s fine, you have your own stuff to work on.”

“Shh.”

“Did you just shh me?” he asked incredulously.

Rolling her eyes she turned around to glare at him but froze up when she realized he was standing and doing it awfully close to her. His head was tilted down as he stared at her and with the way she’d held her head up high their faces where maybe an inch apart.

In an instant the atmosphere changed and YN did not know what to do. Part of her screamed to back away quickly and the other part of her wanted her to close the gap. The voices in her head were at war and then she noticed his eyes on her lips again and threw out all fear.

As she leaned closer Christian did too and soon enough their lips were pressed against each other. The initial kiss was chastise, something to test the waters, but once they got comfortable with it the intensity grew. Their heads tilted and their bodies pressed closer together. Soon enough YN’s fingers were threaded in his hair and his hands caressed her hips and ass.

With her lips on his all thoughts kind of left her, besides how soft they were and how she wished she’d kissed him sooner. And how she didn’t want to stop doing it.

Christian squeezed her ass a little too hard though and in retaliation she slowed the kiss and bit his lower lip. When he stilled she worried about if he didn’t like that, but then he released a sound akin to a growl. His lips were on hers again in seconds and she got so wrapped up in the kiss that she didn’t realize that he’d started lowering onto his chair and bringing her with him. She didn’t start to pay attention until he had her straddle one of his thighs.

He wasted no time with subtlety bouncing that thigh causing a bit of friction between her legs. It was bearable for a while but then he pressed a little hard and her lips parted as a gasp escaped them. Christian took that as a chance to slip his tongue into her mouth, swirling around hers. Though compliant with all his actions YN did try to gain control of the kiss, but all it took was another firm grazing of her crotch to have her moaning out. One bounce in particular had her pulling away from his lips.

But just because she stopped didn’t mean that Christian did, his lips went to kiss along her collarbone which was readily exposed in the off the shoulder top she wore. The feeling of them on her skin sent a shiver up her spine and inadvertently had her grinding down on his thigh, which only got her even more excited.

Her pleasure must have been apparent because once again Christian’s hands were on her hips. Unlike before though he used that leverage to move her along his thigh. With his lips still kissing across her shoulder and neck he moved her back and forth, ensuring he was pressing down enough that she could feel the friction despite her shorts.

The pace was slow at first, but it was enough to ensure that YN was growing wetter by the second. Her body felt on fire and it didn’t help when Christian began to suckle hickies onto her. She felt very stimulated and that’s what caused her to cry out in pleasure when he began to speed up the pace.

“Fuck,” she said.

“Oh, we’ll definitely get to that, but why don’t you take over and ride my thigh, baby? Get yourself worked up for me,” he whispered in her ear, slowly pulling away but not before biting gently on the lobe.

YN did not need to be told twice. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she sat firmly on his thigh before dragging herself back and forth. At first, she was frustrated because she couldn’t find the right amount of pressure to feel anything worthwhile, but before she could give up Christian started guiding her.

“Just like that. Yeah, you’re doing so good for me. Keep going and you can pick up the pace. Make yourself feel good,” he said.

There was no verbal response from YN besides the moans she released when the friction truly started up. Goosebumps covered her skin the more she got into, her body tingled and she wanted more. Craved more.

But the look in Christian’s eyes as he watched her get herself off was too good a sight. His eyes had darkened a bit and she could see the lust in them. It didn’t help that he was biting his lower lip as his eyes remained firmly on the thigh she was on. He was enjoying the show and she wanted to give him more, so she kept going and her pace quickened again.

Though her pace change was also out of desperation. She’d gotten worked up quickly and despite how good his thigh felt her orgasm felt out of reach. Getting closer to it was all she wanted, so she moved with a vigor that could get her there.

That didn’t fly with Christian though, his hands held her still.

“No, no. You are not cumming on my thigh. You’re doing that with me inside of you,” he said.

YN groaned. “Then get inside of me.”

That elicited a laugh from him and made YN finally look directly into his eyes. He appeared very amused by how she’d responded.

“I should have known you’d be just as bossy like this.”

Naturally, that ended with her lightly slapping his shoulder which brought on more laughter from him. She was ready to get off his lap after that but yet again he held her in place.

The thing was that unlike before the expression on his face was softer and less like that of a man who said she would only cum on his dick.

“I know this is ruining the moment, but before I bend you over this desk and fuck you until you can’t walk I want to be very clear with you. I want to be with you. This is not me just fucking you because I find you attractive as hell. Got it?” he said.

Though she wanted to roll her eyes at his delivery she couldn’t help but smile as happiness filled her. Hearing him say it made her night and she would stay like she was or cuddled up to him for the rest of the evening, but there was a persistent problem still between her legs.

She leaned forward and leaned towards his ear to whisper, “And I want to be with you, but we can discuss that later. For now you have a problem to fix and a lot to prove if you think you’re going to put me on bedrest tomorrow.”

It didn’t take long for him to get her off his lap. He barked orders about getting off her shorts and panties while he ran out of the room for a moment. By the time he returned she was undressed on her lower half and bent over on the desk. Her legs were spread slightly and it gave him the view of her glistening pussy, just like she wanted.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

YN tried to keep the laughter from escaping her at his reaction knowing he’d probably tease her if she did. There was no time for all that, she needed him inside her as soon as possible.

Once she heard the sound of pants unzipping and dropping she felt herself perk up. Her ass rose up a little more and that seemed to pull another groan from Christian who sounded like he was fumbling with something behind her. She was going to ask if he needed help but then she felt the head of his dick press against her slit and she moaned.

Slowly he moved it between the lips of her pussy causing her to push back wanting more. The feeling was so good, but she still needed him to go further. Thankfully, he didn’t keep her waiting for long. Before she could fully process it he’d pushed inside of her completely. There was some discomfort from the sudden intrusion–one that was the first of its kind in a year–but he didn’t move and she adjusted fast. The stretch still felt a bit odd, but not something she hated. In fact, she loved the feeling of being full of him.

“You can move,” she said.

He didn’t need to be told twice because in the next second he was moving at a moderate pace. His hips moved back and forth, while one hand on her back kept him balanced.

YN’s eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the feeling of him. She’d been worked up enough that she was more than prepared for him, but also enough that she was sensitive. It wasn’t the same level as if she’d orgasmed, but it was enough to have her feeling extra with every stroke.

After several thrusts at that speed Christian suddenly sped up out of nowhere. It was enough that her hips moved away from the desk and hit against it every time he slammed back into her. It was a little painful, but the feeling of his dick pushing into her and hitting just the right spot made up for it. Her moans had been soft before, but with each thrust she grew louder.

At some point she was almost screaming out because of the brutal pace, but that didn’t mean that he slowed down. In all honesty it felt like he went harder and she loved every second of it. Wanted him to never stop.

And because she was so focused on how he felt she didn’t notice the tightening in her stomach and the way she was close to the edge until she was over it. Her eyes opened wide as her orgasm crashed through her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said.

Despite the clear indication that she’d come Christian didn’t stop. His pace slowed down some, but he kept pistoning into her. As she finished the last moment of her high the sensitivity set in, but she found herself building up again. Her pussy wanted a break, but she wanted him to keep going.

While she was ready to stay bent over for him until he came, Christian had other plans. Using his right arm he wrapped it around her torso and pulled her up so her back was against his chest. That hand moved down to rub her clit, something that had hips bucking because it felt like too much. She squirmed a lot, but then his left hand came around to wrap around her throat and she stilled.

“You’re going to give me another one, right?” he asked, though she knew it wasn’t up for discussion.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Without another word spoken by either of them he kept her how she was and continued to thrust into her, but his intense pace from before returned. His hand continued to rub and pinch her clit, which caused her to vibrate in pleasure. Plus, his hand remained around her throat squeezing every so often and she loved it more than she cared to admit. So much that her next orgasm came a little quicker than the last.

There was a weird feeling in her stomach though, but she had no time to assess it before she came. Her pussy spasmed and then she felt an intense pressure before she felt her thigh grow wet.

She’d squirted all over his dick and herself.

“Fuck, definitely going to have to do that again some other time,” he murmured.

YN didn’t even have it in her to respond to him, she just relaxed against her body as he continued fucking her. It took a minute or two before his precision slipped and she heard him moan out. He didn’t stop until he finished cumming and then he just stood there, his chest rising and falling heavily against her.

Three minutes passed with them like that before YN said something.

“We can’t stand here all night. Also, I’m so tired from this and working, we gotta rap this up.”

Christian laughed, but pulled out. From there YN leaned against the desk trying to orient herself. In that time Christian had discarded the condom and pulled his pants back up. He helped her do the same, though he didn’t bother fixing her pants completely. H

Carefully he turned her around to face him and smiled at her clearly exhausted, but happy face.

“How about we take showers, get changed, and call it a night? If you want you can stay at mine and we can start first thing in the morning,” he said.

Not one second was wasted debating it, YN just nodded in agreement.

“If I can shower and sleep I’ll be happy.”

That made Christian smile wider and then he leaned down to press a quick kiss to her lips. He moved away to lead the way out, but YN took one step before reaching out to grip his arm. Worry colored his expression and then when he noticed the way her legs seemed to shake a little a smirk made its way onto his face.

“What was that about me having to prove something?” he asked.

“Fuck you.”

[jaestay]

A study session with Mr. Bang and Mr. Lee!

Pairing: Bang Chan x Y/N and Felix x Y/N

Genre: Smut

Content/Warning: Teacher-student relation, female reader, age gap (not mentioned), threesome, oral (f, m), anal, double penetration, unprotected sex, semi public.

Requested: Anon- “Could you do an One shot of English teacher Chan x English teacher Felix x student Who doesn't speak very well English? Smut?”

Word count: 3,3k

You’ve always been a good student.

Acing in everything as usual, except English. Your parent and your teachers didn’t understand the sudden drop of grades, on no other subject other than English.

But you knew exactly what the sudden cause to the drop was. The reason being none other than getting extra private classes from your favorite teacher Mr. Bang Chris and sometime his co-worker Mr. Lee Felix.

Both teachers were good looking, young and single, so it isn’t a surprise that the whole school wanted to sleep with them. But you took the need to next level, as you were determined to sleep with one of them if not with both of them.

You constantly had this crazy fantasy of them both taking you in the library, where the usual tutoring sessions would be. You’d edge yourself almost every night imagining them reading out loud your mistakes and making sure you get every grammatical error you made, as both of their cock were dragging inside you.

You put these thoughts aside the as the final bell rang, shivers of excitement run through you, knowing that it’s time to go to the library and meet your hot English teacher Mr. Bang.

Truth to be told all throughout your school career, you lowest was always English, because it was not your native language and it was always difficult for you to speak because you have a heavy accent. So falling behind wasn’t a difficult task for you. And to everyone’s disappointment, you indeed took a big step back.

You quickly dropped by the toilets to check if everything was in place, you do not want to be out of place for your favorite teacher. You fixed your hair and applied an even coat of your lip balm, which smelled like strawberries, also spraying yourself with your favorite perfume.

Maybe it was the dirty thought you had at class or maybe it was the seducing scent of your perfume that you just sprayed, an idea that today you must have him dawned on you, your heat also getting wetter at the same time. Without missing a beat you started fixing your pleated skirt by pulling it up from the back a bit just to showcase your back thighs more than usual, you also leave two more buttons undone from your button down white shirt, reveling a good portion of cleavage out, for those willing to look.

Feeling contented with the sudden changes, you giddily packed your things up and skipped to the library. You showed your student ID to get in and quickly went into one of the rooms that you always have classes on.

He was already there, and surprisingly with Mr. Lee on his side, discussing some exam questions. They quickly concluded their conversation when they saw you.

“Good evening, Mr. Bang and Mr. Lee, did I interrupt you?” you asked with your heavy accent and smiling, owing to the fact that you were happy to see both of them and to be in the same room with them.

“No, y/n, don’t worry” Mr. Bang smiled back at you.

“Now, quickly get your things so we can start”. Mr. Lee said with urgency. His deep voice echoed through the room, it sent a tingle of sensation through your whole body.

You give them a perplexed look when they both moved to the side of the table leaving a big gap between them. It took some time for you to understand that both of them are going to teach you and they want you to sit in the middle of them.

While looking at them, you observed that the undone buttons didn’t go unnoticed from both of them as both of them kept staring at your chest and not in your eyes like they always do. Feeling confident enough, you turned around, and when you had your back facing them you let your bag fall to the ground. You slowly bent down, to pick up your book and pencil case from inside you bag. You could hear their breath hitch when your shorts inside your skirt came to light, which at the same time revealed the curves of your butt mesmerizingly to them.

Without hesitating, you took your designated seat, in between them. You couldn’t believe that you are really living this. Oh, how often you’d let your hand under your panties thinking about this scenario.

“May we start now?” you asked innocently looking into their eyes, just as you squished in between them, to sit.

“No baby, it’s -shall we start now” both them laughed, you blushed not only at the mistake but at the pet name too, making you more wet and clench around nothing, as you felt the wetness sliding inside your pussy.

“Yeah right, sorry”, you said rubbing the back of your neck from embarrassment, while squeezing you thighs to ease the movements down there.

They start the class like normal, bringing out your past exam paper to pin point your mistake, so you could work on them.

“Are you wearing perfume y/n?” Mr. Lee asked, abruptly, while he took a sniff of you.

“Mmm, lavender” Mr. Bang added from the side of your ear, as he was suddenly close to you.

Take aback from the unpredicted inquiry, not understanding what they are saying well and the closeness, you jerked a bit to the side, then out of nowhere, you felt Mr. Bang’s nose rub against your ear accidentally when he came to take your scent in again, you let out an audible moan at the sensation.

You suddenly opened your eyes and clapped your hand on your mouth as you blushed deep red. You quickly stood up and sat on the table as you stared back at them, who were looking at you with wide eyes. You took a second to look deep inside both of their eyes and you noticed that their pupils were fully blown out, because nothing other than blackness of desire started back at you.

Suddenly you were pushed back until you back hit on the table by Mr. Bang, and  you saw Mr. Lee walking away to lock the door, because you heard the tiny click.

After the two men exchanged glances, Mr. Lee came from behind the table and Mr. Bang from the front trapped your small figure in-between them as you struggled to breathe. You took a deep breath as both of pressed their chest against your body.

You tried to push them away, with the little bit satiny left in you. Even though this is exactly what you wanted, you suddenly felt little uncertain.

But when you felt Mr. Bang’s lips on your and Mr. Lee’s lips on the back of your neck, you immediately gave in. You moaned as your hands went to grab their hair to push them in deep. His kiss is full of desire, it’s like he knew what he came for precise and taking the enough measurement to make you more turned on and make you needier.

When you ran out of breath you tired pull Mr. Bang away, just as you took a deep breath, Mr. Lee came in, with his open mouth over yours, you took his scent in, and bucking your hips as you felt his sloppy kiss leave a trail of saliva on your chin. You moaned into Mr. Lee’s mouth when you felt Mr. Bang’s mouth on your neck and going down.

“Please” you wailed as you had to push them away to take deep breath as you were getting lightheaded.

“What happened now, princess?” Mr. Bang asked mocking you the same time.

“Yeah come on, we know you want this, you think we didn’t notice the way you stare at us” Mr. Lee announced as they stared at you making you shiver just by looking at them. How did they know your best kept secret? Where you not that secretive? Did your gaze of desire give it away, as he said, and made them aware of your wet dreams? Your questions to your self was bought to en end when Mr. Bang made it more comprehensible for you.

“Or the way your thighs press together, when I speak to you” Mr. Bang declared, licking his lips. Your body really gave away the need of wanting them, because you were too horny whenever you saw them. You stare deep in to Mr. Bang’s eyes, to know if he really meant what he said and if he knew more of your secret.

“Little selfish of you to think that only Chris want to rail you” Mr. Lee broke you from the trance that trapped you in the eyes of Mr. Bang and you look at him apologetically as you were letting him know, he is also in your wet dreams, that were supposed to be secret.

“Nah, I think princess imagines both of us ruining her, don’t you?” His Australian accent heavy, as he nodded his head towards waiting for an answer. You stared at both of them, not knowing what to say, should you humiliate yourself and admit that they are reason you orgasm every night or keep denying them?

“By the way, you okay with this?” Mr. Lee uttered, concern filling his face. Thank god that he broke the tension building between you and Mr. Bang.

“You okay with both of us taking you?” flirty Mr. Bang asked you winking at you.

They left no space for you to think as they reattached themselves on top you. You quickly nodded at them as you push them on to you more. Mr. Bang quickly pulled your shorts down and Mr. Lee ripped your shirt apart and quickly pulling you’re your bra over your head.

You let out a deep moan as your wet pussy hit the air. You lie there legs apart and supporting yourself on the table, as they both look at your hard nipples and your shimmering pussy folds, in awe and mouth agape.

You got shy under their ogling eyes and try to close your legs but that ended nowhere as they immediately pulled it open to keep looking at it. They both got close to your pussy, then Mr. Bang blew at your wet clit and you squeezed your boobs at the sensitivity and letting out a whine.

“Dude, she’s dripping” Mr. Bang states as Mr. Lee comes to the front, so he could sniff your juicy cunt, he groaned at your scent, he cannot wait anymore. Both of their eyes shine back at your shining pussy.

“Damn, princess, all this for us?” Mr. Lee asks you. You have no idea what to say as you had no idea what he meant because you were too flustered from what was happening in front of you.

You mutter a quick “No” since you were confused.

“No?” Both men said in unison, as they let out a laugh. You were really confusing them.

“Tell us baby do you want it or not” Mr. Lee asked you, patience and care dripping his voice.

“Are we not getting our message of wanting to fuck you raw, across?” Mr. Bang urged you, as he couldn’t wait any longer than this.

Your twitch at his words. As they swiftly move and you feel Mr. Bang leave open mouth kisses on your nipple as he bite it down and swirled the sensitive top in with his tongue.

“Mr. Bang” you screamed, your hands were flying to catch him as your other nipple was being pinched and squeezed by his delicate fingers.

“It’s Chris” he corrected you, in the tone he always use to point out your mistakes. You clench around nothing at the use of that tone.

Mr. Lee on the other hand, stated kissing your inner thighs, you grab his hand, with your other hand to stabilize yourself, he quickly moved to kiss your pussy lips, and you moaned his name but he quickly corrected you to only call him “Felix” for the night.

His teeth nibbled your nub and started giving you long licks, inhaling your pussy fold to inside his mouth as he hums from satisfaction. You opened your mouth to let out a inaudible moan, taking advantage of your state Chris moved from sucking your nipples to, quickly unbuckling his belt pushing his pants down and freeing his hard on.

After getting on top of the table, he tapped his cock on your tongue that was hanging out from your open mouth. You opened your eyes and saw his pink tip begging to get inside your mouth, you quickly swallowed his tip and licked it, and suddenly from a confidence boost you decide to take it all of him inside, but you choked as you were inexperienced at this.

He pushed your head back and looked at you, and since you smiled back at him innocently, he pushed his cock back in you, making you take his whole cock inside your mouth. You closed your lips at the end of his dick and your tongue on the inside rubbed against the slit of his tip, making him let out deep, vibrating groans, which made you more wet while, your slick were being swallowed by Felix.

You took quick glances down when you felt Felix’s lips leave your already sore pussy, you watch him as he tapped his dick on to your wet pussy. After smirking at you, he tried to push inside, but because his girth was too much, your hit his chest to stop him, because you were still swallowing up Chris’s cock.

Felix made Chris pull away from your mouth, to make it easier for you, so he pulled you up and made you bend over the table. Your head hit the cold table and you arch your back to Felix. At this position Felix tried again, this time though, a bit by bit but he slipped in, making you see starts by each push but nonetheless, when he bottomed out you motioned that you need some time to get used to it the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

Even though you had experience before, you were completely new to this, imagining how it feels is completely different from having them in front of you, you noted to yourself.

While you were waiting, Chris, understanding that you’d need some time and to not waste any more time on his plans, pushed his fingers deep inside your ass hole, you cried out at the new feeling. Now you need time to get used both of these stretching you out to no end.

Just when he started pushing his second finger and started scissoring you, both you and Felix let out deep moans at the feeling. Because Felix could also feel the other males hand through the sheer walls separating them. The feeling of his fingers inside your one hole and Mr. Lee’s dick on your other made you shed tears from sensitivity. Mr. Bang noticing it kissed your tears away

“You okay honey, do you feel stuffed enough” he mocked you again, you cannot take any more of his teasing as his fingers were plunging inside you.

His words made you squirm without you knowing. You cried more when he pushed third finger inside you. Felix also started moving up and down. The intensity is making you see white as your eyes roll back from the pleasure that was filling you up. Felix moved swiftly inside you. You groaned and moaned as you feel his width filling you so deliciously.

“Fuck, you feel so good inside me” you shout out to Felix

“God, baby y-you too” he kissed your back as Chris pulled away.

“Pull her up” you hear Chris said tell Felix.

He was broken from the trance and while still inside you, he pulled up to his chest, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and arched your back so it would be accessible for Chris to enter your anus. Felix felt you clenching around, from excitement and started moaning as he was having hard time not to push his dick in and out of you, but he had to wait for Chris to bottom out, so it wouldn’t be difficult for you.

Chris pushed his dick inside your gaping hole with ease, as his fingers stretched you enough. All of you wait another two minutes to get used to this feeling. The sudden movements from both of them stuffing both of their cock made you wail and scream from pleasure. You spasmed and twitched as both them started fucking you without mercy, from the start. Filling both of your hole not caring about your tears or the fact that you’re squirting.

You on the other hand, squirted and cummed as soon as they both started moving up and down inside of you, you couldn’t control it anymore, it felt too good. At the middle of your session as the vulnerability and sensitivity from both the cock filling you up sent you to overdrive. You scream both of their name and dug your nails deep in Chris’s arms which were holding you up from your hips.

“Did you come princess?” Felix asked you as you where bouncing on their cock, unstoppably.

“Shit, you are clenching so hard” Chris scorned at you, “you squirted so hard too”

“Chris, Felix, o-oh my god, stop, please” you sobbed from hypersensitivity.

Seeing you in these state and the constant clenching around both of their cocks made Felix also edge.

“I’m gonna cum, baby” he moaned and sped up to a speed you didn’t know he could go, as he was thrusting with like there is no tomorrow in to you.

“Inside me, please” you wailed when he squirted his liquid deep inside your walls. Meanwhile the over-stimulation has turned in to pleasure again as you feel his sloppy thrusts. When the sloppy thrusts changed angles and started hitting against the wall which was being filled by Chris. You cry out Felix’s name as you feel the Chris groan against your neck, you knew he was close, so were you.

“I’m gonna finish too, baby girl” he moaned out.

“You too, inside me Chris” you screamed, not caring if you are in library or anywhere, because your climax was dangerously close. You clenched immensely around both of their dick, filling you up as you cum again for the second time, which also sent Chris to end it inside you.

You both pant loudly, as Felix stared at both of you coming down from your high. To thank both of them, you started kissing Felix as he was in front of you. Your lips move delicately, as both of your lips fit like a puzzle piece, like you were made for each other. After the romantic kiss, you turned around and give the same attention Chris who had sweat running down from his forehead. Funny to you, he also fit you just like a puzzle piece. You brush off the feeling of spark you felt when you kissed both of them.

They pulled out, while you whine from over-sensitivity and let you lay down on the ground to clean you up. Before cleaning you up, they took a look at you. You had both their releases coming out and running on your to your thighs, you were sweating and you had dried tear marks all over your red cheeks, but overall you looked so pretty in their eyes as they stared sweetly at you. All of you smile smugly as you knew that this won’t be a one-time thing!

After they started cleaning you up, all of your head snapped to the door as you hear a knock, bringing you back to reality.

“Oh fuck!” Mr. Bang said in surprised,

“Shit, no!” Mr. Lee uttered while looking at both of you, waiting for what’s to come.

[justimagineitblog]

“I Cant Lose You” Tyler Rake Fan Fiction - Chapter 1

A/N: alright here we gooooo, my first chapter for my new Tyler Rake series, I hope you all enjoy x

Warnings: Death, violence, swearing, kidnapping - we are all aware that Extraction is a violent movie, but I just thought I’d still give a heads up. 

Word Count: 4289 words - a longgg first chapter but I didn’t want to split this into two because it’s so fast paced :) I hope thats okay x

Cast

Chris Hemsworth as: Tyler Rake

Alycia Debnam-Carey as: Kate Spencer 

Yesterday I was kidnapped.

3 men jumped out of a black van that had come to a screeching halt beside me on the side walk. They took me, threw me in the back of their van, bound my wrists and ankles and put a bag over my head.

Now, I’m cable tied to a chair, alone in a room. I beg myself to steady my breathing. If I don’t, I’m going to die of fucking hyperventilation before these sick fucks kill me. I shudder that the thought. The air is hot, as I breathe heavily against the bag that has been over my head for so long that I cannot remember the last time I saw daylight.

I listen closely to any voice I can make out. Anything that the people outside the room might say that could give me some indication into who they are. And what they want.

I can hear low, grumbles voices. Back and forth. But I can’t distinctly make out what is being said. Then, for a moment, there is complete and utter silence.

But then like a bomb detonating, suddenly gun fire bursts into the air. The sound is defeating to my ears that have barely heard any noise in surely what has to have been 48 hours. A scream almost escapes me as the sudden commotion frightens me so badly that I jolt in the chair. The gun fire is followed by shouting, and the sound of body parts colliding as if a fight has broken out. My mind is racing just as quickly as my heart, as I find myself holding my breath. More gun fire ensues, and I can hear objects crashing and slamming. What sounds like wood crashing and breaking along side grunting and cries of pain are all I can hear. I try and make out what is happening on the other side of that door, but it’s completely useless. From all I can hear, who ever is on the other side of this door is dangerous.

I begin to pray. Pleading, begging with any god that is listening that who ever is doing this is here to take me away from these fucking people.

But I might not be so lucky.

Realising that the sounds are so loud they might provide some kind of protection, I leap into action, beginning to wriggle and fight against the cable ties that are digging into the flesh around my wrist. The dull plastic burns as I feel it tear into my skin. I whimper slightly, unable to control the noise from coming out as I wrestle with the restraints.

But something catches my attention… the noise outside has stopped.

I stop moving immediately, the sudden silence rendering me completely frozen. Terrified to even breathe to loudly, I hold my breath again. But I’m practically in the middle of a panic attack, and hyperventilation gets the best of me as my lungs burn. My chest rises and falls heavily beneath my shirt which sticks to my skin, soaked with sweat.

I think I can still hear footsteps. This fucking bag makes everything muffled and harder to hear.  

I hear the door knob turn with a squeal, followed by the door flying open, banging against the wall loudly. All logic and reason leaves my body as the footsteps enter the room. Unable to control myself, I begin to scream.

I am completely defenceless. I have no way to fight the person who could be here to take me. Or kill me.

The thought of this sends my panic into overdrive. As the person gets closer to me, my cries turn into blood curdling screams. The kind that make my throat burn as they claw their way up and explode out of my chest. To my horror, I feel the persons hands on me. They are strong and firm as they grip at my legs trying to hold me still and stop my desperate lashing.

“No, no, no” I chant repeatedly, my screams turning more and more into sobs.

With whatever strength I have left I begin back pedalling, pumping my legs to push myself away from whoever is in here. The sound of the chair legs scraping across the floor is ear piercing as I push myself backwards until I hit a wall and can’t go any further.

Complete terror at the fact that I cannot escape leaves me with no choice but to thrash around in my chair, praying that something gives or maybe I injure them somehow. I feel the cable tie around my ankles digging into my skin, but the adrenaline coursing through me like electric currents prevents me from feeling it. But then, I hear a snap.

One of my ankles is free.

Sensing that an ankle has broken free, I begin kicking manically.

Behind my screams and begging, I can hear a males voice. It sounds unfamiliar. I think I can hear him pleading with me, telling me he isn’t going to hurt me, but it’s overridden by my deafening cries.

At first, I’m kicking at nothing, I’m just desperately hoping I will strike them somewhere hard enough for me to delay them. The pair of hands grabs at me firmly again, this time, grabbing onto my shoulders. With barely anything left in my body, I deliver one final strike. And this time, I hit something. I feel my shoe come into contact with a body, and my attacker responds with a shout of pain, like all the wind has left his body.

Then, like a giant head light is beaming in my direction, daylight floods over me. The sudden brightness burns at my eyes, but they’re open just long enough to realise that when I kicked the man he went flying backwards, taking the bag over my head with him.

I blink rapidly as the room spins around me. Panic, adrenaline, and my senses being completely overwhelmed makes me so dizzy that I feel like I’m going to pass out. As I shake my hanging head, trying to stay conscious, I see the man in the corner of my eye begin to get up of the floor. My head shoots towards him as I sit up straight in my chair. I’m completely paralysed with fear as I watch him. He is panting heavily and clutching at his stomach, where I realise is where I had kicked him.

From somewhere around his waist he suddenly pulls out a knife, but before I can start screaming again, he holds his hands up in a surrender.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he begs, getting closer to me wearily “I’m going to cut you from the ties okay”

I couldn’t even speak if I wanted to.

I notice his accent. It’s heavy. Australian. He moves slowly, eyes locked on mine, trying to convince me that he’s not going to hurt me. But still, every breath he takes, every muscle that moves makes me flinch. Even though I’m sitting, I can already see that this man towers over me. His shirt clings to him, covered in dirt and sweat. It sticks to his skin, revealing the tone of his muscles beneath. As he gets closer, my eyes follow him suspiciously. I can’t tell if it’s the hot, thick air in the room or not, but the tension begins to grow as he moves behind me until I can’t see him in my peripheral anymore.

I hear his feet shuffle, and I think I can make out the sound of him kneeling. With my arms tied and him behind me with that knife in his hand, he could slit my throat right now. I squeeze my eyes shut.

This could be my last breath.

Plastic snaps, and my wrists suddenly break free from the cable tie. I exhale heavily, releasing what almost sounds like a sob. Shock and relief wash over me all at once. I hold my wrists tenderly, grimacing as I see that I have burns around both wrists.

He quickly comes back into my vision, now kneeling in front of me to cut lose my one leg that is still restrained. As he works at the plastic he glances up at me briefly, giving me one reassuring nod.

“Who are you?” My voice is hoarse and croaky from screaming. He just looks back down.

I could question him, press harder. But I’m honestly not sure if I even feel fully conscious right now. I’m completely exhausted. My body in all kinds of overstimulation. I begin to ache as I slowly come down of my adrenaline high that had been fuelling me.

“Can you walk?” He asks, standing up. I look down at my legs, wondering if they even work anymore. But before I have the chance to stand on my own, he grabs my forearms, pulling me up to my feet. He let’s go once I’m up, but I begin to stumble as soon as he’s not supporting me.

“Whoa, whoa okay” he grabs me again, steadying me. He watches me nervously as I regain feeling in my legs. The blood rushes back into them, making me feel both stronger and faint all at once.

“You good now?” He asks again. When I nod, he quickly runs out of the room, returning moments later with t shirts from a nearby clothes line.

I watch him fold the shirt into a triangle. Lifting it up to my face to tie it around my mouth and head. I flinch, pulling away from him. Recognising that I’m completely terrified he moves slowly and hesitantly, wrapping it around my head.

“It’s just to hide your face” He reassures me, then demonstrates by doing the same thing to himself.

I nod, adjusting the cloth.

“Alright. Follow me, and stay behind me” he emphasises, raising a gun aimed at the ready before darting out of the room.

Somehow, my legs lurch forward and I begin to follow him. But when I stumble out of the room, I’m met with a scene that looks like it’s straight out of a horror movie, or my worst nightmare. Except I’m not dreaming. This is real. Several dead men lay on the floor. Blood pooling around each of them. Their bodies have been damaged brutally in various ways. My breath hitches when my eyes fall over one man who has been impaled with a gardening rake that is lodged very firmly in his neck.

Did he do all this?

When the man notices I’m not following him, he turns back, rushing over to me. When I see him coming towards me, I stumble backwards with fear.

“Who are you?” I breathe, putting more and more distance between him and I the closer he gets.

He stares back at me, almost looking hurt by how fearful I am of him.

“We need to move, now” He orders me, ignoring my question again.

“Did you do this?” I shudder, glancing at the bodies nervously.

He shakes his head in frustration, before lunging forward to grab my arm.

“If we don’t go now, more of them are going to come, do you understand?” He hisses in my face.

Shaken from his force and anger, I freeze, neither complying or disobeying him.

“God-fucking-dammit” he growls. With his hand still wrapped around my arm, he drags me forward, jogging through the room, through all the bodies.

We’re moving so fast I can’t even comprehend where we are or where we are going, as he leads me through the hall ways of an apartment complex. But the longer we run the more I begin to come back to my senses. Back to my body. As we fly down the flights of stairs, I begin to panic.

Why won’t he answer my fucking question?

Where is he taking me?

I flash back to the dead bodies in the apartment just a few flights above us, and feel myself growing sick at the thought that the man I am following did that… and could easily do that to me. The stairwell begins to grow brighter and brighter as I realise we are reaching the exit.

When you get out of the building, run.

As we make it into the lobby, he lets go of my arm, using both his hands to aim his gun around. He quickly stalks to the front of the building, and I trail behind him, letting him think that I’m still following.

He stops in the doorway, strategically analysing the street ahead before looking back his shoulder at me.

“I’m going to the car, I’ll signal when you can follow” He orders me, before taking of in the direction of a small car parked across the road.

I take a deep breath watching as he rips the car door open, throwing his gun into the passenger side before running around to the drivers side. He looks up at me, waving for me to run now.

This man could fucking kill me for this. But if I don’t escape, he might kill me anyway.

With one final deep breath, and a burst of adrenaline that I didn’t even know I had left in me, I push of the door step,  taking of sprinting in the other direction. From the moment my feet hit the ground and I can hear him swearing and shouting after me. But that doesn’t stop me. Fear and desperation grows in the pit of my stomach as my legs pump ferociously. And for a moment I think I’m getting away. That is until the sound of heavy foot steps grows louder, gaining on me from behind like a stampede.

Knowing that he is closing in on me, I begin to scream, shouting out to anyone who can hear me for help. But my screaming is brought to an abrupt halt when an arm wraps around my stomach, stopping me dead in my tracks. The wind is knocked out of me, his arm feeling like I just ran straight into a steel bar. He drags me backwards immediately, both of his arms now constricting around my waist.

I try to scream with the little air I manage to get into me but my lungs feel like they’ve just been crushed. Struggling against him doesn’t work either, there’s only so much I can do with barely any oxygen.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing” He shouts, putting me back down on the ground forcefully “You are going to get yourself killed”

“Just tell me who you are!” I beg him for an answer, but he just ignores me yet again.

His rough hand is locks around my forearm in a death grip as he drags me to the car. I begin to reach for the passengers side when a sharp yank rips me away from the door handle. Shocked, I look up to realise he’s leading me straight to the back of the car.

The boot.

Panic stricken, I begin to dig my heals into the gravel road, pulling back against him. I still do not know who this man is, and what he wants with me. And there’s no fucking way I’m letting him put me in a boot. With one annoyed glance back at me, he pulls me forward. But as the prospect of being trapped in a dark boot with no idea where I’m going sets in, I struggle against him even more. Being completely winded doesn’t seem so bad now that I’m facing being locked in a car again.

We engage in a game of tug of war with my arm for a few moments, before he finally turns around. Angrily, he shoves me against the car, pointing a finger in my face.

“Listen, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get in the boot”

“I don’t even know who you fucking are?!” I exclaim, bewildered at his logic. How am I supposed to know what’s good for me when I don’t even know who this man is and where the hell he is taking me. I clutch at my stomach, hunched over at the waist. The pain is still searing and I’m struggling to get air.

Jesus Christ, did he break one of my fucking ribs?

Sure, he just ‘freed’ me from the assholes that originally kidnapped me. But how the hell do I know that I haven’t just fallen into the hands of someone even worse.

With one arm keeping me pressed against the car, he uses the other to rip open the boot angrily. Cursing to himself in frustration he turns back to me. Frightened by the sheer rage on his face, I keep my mouth shut.

“Okay then,” he breathes in my face before giving me an irritated smile as he introduces himself “I’m Tyler”

Then in one swift movement, his hands grab my waist and he lifts me up of the ground like it’s nothing. They are so big I feel them almost close around my torso completely. He hoists me up over his shoulder, carrying me over to the boot. My legs kicking legs and my fists pounding at his back relentlessly don’t effect him at all. It’s like beating a brick wall. I’m terrified at how easily this man can manoeuvre my body weight like it’s nothing to him.

Suddenly I feel myself falling backwards, and before I know it he has dropped me into the boot. I hit the interior of the boot with a thud, and the wind being knocked out of me yet again distracts me from the fact that he has slammed the door on me.

The darkness and the lack of air dawns on me very quickly. I can feel the car start up, and the rumble beneath me tells me that we’re on our way from wherever this man, Tyler, is taking me. I find myself both struggling to regain my breath from being thrown around like a human sand bag, and hyperventilating from panic all at once.

The ride becomes more and more disorienting as I try to take notice of how many turns we take, but I lose track as I start to feel sick. I don’t even notice we have stopped until the boot suddenly flies open and sunlight streams in, blinding me. But I don’t have long to pull myself together before his hands grab both my arms and he yanks me up out of the boot.

“Wasn’t that hard was it?” He hisses at me.

But I barely hear him. I’m stood there in shock as I try and come back to my senses. What felt like only an hour ago I was tied to a chair in a tiny room, with a bag over my head. Maybe the adrenaline has run out, but everything begins to hit me at once. I would run away if I could right now, try and take of again. But confusion, shock and exhaustion keep my feet firmly planted.

“Arms up” He growls and I realise he’s towering over me, holding a vest out to me. When I stand there still feeling paralysed and overwhelmed, he rolls his eyes.

“I said arms up”

His booming voice snaps me back into reality a little, just enough for me to hold my arms up like he says. He pulls the vest down over my head, tightening the straps hastily and firmly. I struggle to stay standing under his forceful pushing and pulling.

Does he even realise his own strength?

Clearly not concerned that I’m going anywhere this time, he turns away, heading back to the car. With his back to me, he lifts up his shirt. As the fabric glides up, my eyes fall over his now revealed skin. It’s covered with bruises, cuts and scars that are scattered like constellations. A large symbolic tattoo sits between his shoulder blades. This is the first time I have been able to look at him properly. To take him in. I swallow nervously as I watch the muscles in his back move, contracting and releasing.

He could kill me with one blow. Easily.

He wrestles on another shirt and straps himself into his own vest. All his moves are erratic. Angry. Even when he turns back to face me, I jolt with fright. This man is a pure force.

“Eat this” he demands, shooting a protein bar in my direction “Your blood sugars low, that’s why you feel like shit”

Somehow, even through all my exhaustion, I find myself scoffing at his comment.

“Okay, don’t eat it then” he shrugs, slamming the car boot.

“I feel like shit because I was abducted, and now I have some fucking psychopathic-“

“You sure you want to finish that sentence?” He shoots me a threatening look.

I clench my jaw shut and he watches me angrily as he pulls out a phone from his pocket.

Holding it up in front of my face, he nods at me.

“Name”

I stare at him. I still have no idea who this guy is. Or who the hell he is sending this video to.

“Name” He repeats forcefully.

I want to comply, through fear of his wrath if I don’t. But I’m also terrified of who it is he is reporting to.

“Right” he growls, shoving the phone back down into his pocket. He begins charging towards me, stopping when he’s only inches away from my face. He grabs my vest jostling me a little.

“You are in a very fucking dangerous position right now, and I am the only person who is keeping you out of that danger. So if you don’t start complying, I will start forcing you”

“I don’t know who you are”

“I told you my name-“

“What, Tyler? Oh good I know your name, now I can trust you!” I exclaim sarcastically “I don’t even know where you’re taking me!”

“I’m taking you away from the people who kidnapped you, is that not enough?”

“Really? Because this feels a lot like a fucking kidnapping right now”

He parts his lips, ready to fire back another round of words. But nothing comes out. He glares at me, his eyes locked in on mine in a death stare.

I stare back, refusing to falter underneath the raging flame that he is right now. I can almost feel the heat radiating off of him.

“Trust me. If I was going to kill you, I would have done it by now. At least then you’d shut your goddamn mouth”

He steps back from me, fiddling with his vest which I realise is loaded with guns and knives. He takes one of them out, and points it towards me. It’s takes everything in me not to scream as the gun motions my way, until I realise that he’s going to shoot me. He’s holding it out for me to take.

Trying to act like I’m not in shock, I take the gun from him.

“You were kidnapped by people who wanted to use you as a leverage to get your fathers money. I was hired to extract you from them, and return you home. And I intend on doing that, because I need the goddamn money” He pauses, nodding at the gun in my hand “So there. You get a gun. You can kill me. If you don’t believe me. Go ahead”

Surprising even myself, I raise the gun at him.

He watches me for a moment, and then, he steps forward. He doesn’t back away from the pistol pointed straight at his head. He walks into it. What the fuck.

He stares me down unwaveringly until he has gotten so close that the gun is pressed directly against his forehead.

The seconds that pass between us are slow and gruelling as I stare up at him in disbelief.

What is this death wish that he has?

It has never been a secret to me what kind of people my Dad has gotten caught up with. And what kind of people want revenge against him for the things he has done. And I know they don’t care who they have to kill to get that revenge. And Tyler knows that too. Rescuing me is a suicide mission in itself. But now he hands me a gun and dares me to pull the trigger? If he was here to kill me, he would have done it by now. If he wanted revenge against my father, he wouldn’t have killed every man back there. And like he said, he want’s his money. And money is exactly what my father has.

I lower the gun slowly as I come to the realisation that he may be telling the truth. This man is my rescuer…

As the gun falls to my side completely as I surrender to him, he smiles with a shit eating smirk.

“Didn’t think so”

He quickly turns his attention back to his phone.

“Name?” He asks me again.

“Kate” I manage to reply and he nods

“Last name?”

“Spencer”

“Birth date”

“September 20th, 1994”

He pauses for a moment, looking at me. I don’t know whether he thought I was older or younger, but something about my age catches him of guard. He looks… concerned. Like for a moment hearing my name and age reminded him that I’m just a human too. Not just a mission. But surely I can’t be that young to him. I’m 26. He looks like he’s in his 30’s. Besides all of the sweat, dirt and tanned skin that looks like leather, he doesn’t appear to be to old himself.

He shakes his head quickly, before turning the camera back on himself.

“Proceeding to extraction”

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i was tagged by the lovely @justanalto <3 

1. what is the color of your hairbrush?

i have a wet brush that’s black and white but i’m pretty convinced it’s not doing any favors to my hair so i think i’m gonna stop using it lmao

2. name a food you never eat

tomatoes. disgusting. 

3. are you typical too warm or too cold?

everyone in my house insists i’m just a naturally cold person but i’m not the one who refuses to turn the heat on in the winter so excuse me for bundling up and refusing to leave my bed

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

watching madam secretary lmao

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? 

dark chocolate anything

6. have you ever been to professional sports event?

i think i went to a baseball game when i was like nine. i’ve also been to a rodeo. 

7. what is the last thing you said out loud?

something about my parents telling me i could stay up as late as i wanted last night so i stayed up all night

8. what is your favorite ice cream?

okay there’s this local company that makes the best fucking chocolate ice cream i have ever eaten but i can’t post it on tumblr for internet safety reasons :(

9. what was the last thing you had to drink?

i don’t think i’ve had anything to drink since my lemonade last night. 

10. do you like your wallet?

i don’t hate it? it’s this captain marvel one i got a few years ago. it works well enough for me. 

11. what is the last thing you ate?

i had almost an entire box of those cinnamon twisty things from dominoes last night (yes i forgot to eat breakfast again)

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

i don’t think so, but i can’t even remember what happened last weekend. 

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched?

probably some football game my dad had on. 

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

extra buttery. give me that heart attack. 

15. who is the last person you send text message to?

@aleksandrachaev “noted” last night. no i will not give context >:)

16. ever been camping?

yes. i despise it. 

17. do you take vitamins?

do i, or does my mother wish i did? 

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship?

nope

19. do you have a tan?

a little bit, from the areas where i got really sunburned over the summer. but i don’t really go outside anymore so

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza?

it depends but probably chinese. 

21. do you drink your soda through a straw?

i do not

22. what color socks you usually wear?

black, usually, but i’ve been living in polka dot fluffy socks because it’s fucking freezing in this house

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit?

i haven’t driven anywhere in a while lmao but usually it’s just a couple miles over

24. what terrifies you?

how long you got?

25. look to your left, what do you see?

my red jacket. i wore it yesterday. because it’s fucking freezing. 

26. what chore do you hate the most?

we rotate chores in this household and i fucking have to clean the bathrooms this week. it’s generally regarded as the worst chore. 

27. what do you think when you hear australian accent?

kangaroos

28. what’s your favorite soda?

dr. pepper

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit drive through?

it depends?? usually drive thru now because we eat it at home. 

30. what’s your favorite number?

3. good things come in threes, bad things come in threes, i am a triplet... 

31. who’s the last person you talked to?

either my father or my sister. probably both. we were talking about how late i stayed up last night. 

32. favorite meal?

mac n cheese

33. last song you listed to?

from eden by hozier 

34. last book you read?

i reread the poet x by elizabeth acevedo again

35. favorite day of the week?

fridays because the mandalorian comes out on fridays lmao

36. can you say alphabet backwards?

sure, gimme a sec

37. how do you like your coffee?

caffeinated. i am going to need caffeine today

38. favorite pair of shoes?

my bright red converse 

39. time you normally get up?

6:45am 

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunset?

sunrise, sunset is overrated but nobody waits around for sunrise so it’s quiet

41. how many blankets on your bed?

too many. i need blankets. because it’s cold

42. describe your kitchen plates.

we have them in four different colors - light blue, orange, red, and navy - and you have to stack them in that exact order when putting away the dishes as a Rule

43. describe your kitchen at the moment.

many things on the counter, white cabinets, a side table with metal chairs that freeze you to death when you sit in them

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

considering i’m not old enough to drink, i do not

45. do you play cards?

we used to do it as a family! also my grandmother is the Cards queen, whatever game you want to play, she’ll win. 

46. what color is your car?

we have a white one and this black truck that is older than i am

47. can you change a tire?

i cannot. should probably learn to do that. 

48. your favorite state or province?

colorado always felt the most like home but i’d really like to visit new york

49. favorite job you’ve had?

honestly? i’m not sure if this counts but i used to babysit this little boy and he was always so chaotic and awful to watch but he was really cute and i miss him

tagging anyone who wants to!! yes, you!! and you’re welcome to say i tagged you <3

[mcrmadness]

Randomly started watching videos about English pronunciation. Those that try to teach you how to pronounce different things, and these particular videos are about British English.

And I just figured out why my accent is closer to American English. At least what comes to the vowels - otherwise I think I pronounce some of the consonants the British way (especially the letter 't'), at least sometimes, so my whole accent is like a combination of those two. Yesterday I also found out that I apparently do the Australian pronunciation with some diphthongs.

It all is because of my mother tongue: Finnish. As if it would be a surprise, of course I'm having an accent in English because it's not my first language to begin with.

Anyway the main point of this post was the vowels. I noticed that American English vowels are easier for me because of Finnish vowel harmony. Which means that the back vowels - a, o and u - and front vowels - ä, ö and y - cannot exist in the same word (unless it's a compound word aka 2 or more words; or a loan word). The middle vowels - e and i - can go together with both groups.

The English word "oh" is a great example for this. I cannot properly read phonetics nor explain how the sounds work, but if I had to write the different accents the way Finnish is spelled and pronounced, it would go like this:

- American: o-u - British: ö-u

And that is the thing I mean. American version fits better into the Finnish vowel harmony so I'm usually doing diphthongs and most vowels in the American English pronunciation. The British one is physically extremely difficult for me to do, if not almost impossible. I have to really focus on it if I want to have a front vowel and back vowel be in the same word (even in the loanwords in Finnish, such as "konduktööri", if it followed the vowel harmony, it would be written as e.g. "konduktoori"), and it's even more tricky if the different vowels are in the same SYLLABLE.

My mouth, as a native Finnish speaker, was not made for pronouncing things that way. It's actually pretty interesting feeling, I'm not entirely sure if different languages actually train the tongue and throat muscles differently, but it feels like that. Basically if I was taught to walk a certain way and suddenly was told to walk in an entirely different way, I bet my leg muscles would have a hard time figuring that out and might take a long time to be able to walk even that differently, and it still might never be completely "perfect".

I don't know if I will ever be able to completely get rid of my Finnish accent, even if talked English every day. I do think it's gotten way better after I won my fear of speaking English out loud in 2018, but the whole language system is just so different from Finnish that my accent might never fully disappear. Which I don't mind actually, as afraid as I'm of sounding weird, I'm afraid of sounding "too good" :D Like, sometimes being laughed at or mocked (unless it's humour) feels as bad as being complimented! I just get so damn self-conscious I forget how to speak ANY language, and how to function just in general, as my shy side tries to break free.

But yeah. The post got a bit longer than I intended. But this is also why pronouncing German is much easier to me because even tho similar vowel harmony thing does not exist in German, all the pronunciation is still very consistent and often easy for a Finnish mouth. Most of the vowels and diphthongs are Finnish friendly :D Apart from those vowels that sound like two (Finnish) vowel sounds merged into together as they are sometimes difficult for me to even hear, let alone repeat myself, but still not as bad as trying to say "öu" as in some British dialects etc.

[what-breaks-my-heart]

I was tagged by @its-chelisey-stuff (WE LITERALLY JUST KNEW EACH OTHER BECAUSE OF MORE THAN FRIENDS)

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush? I don’t have a hairbrush but I have a comb 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

2. Name a food you never eat. Seafood because of allergies. I can eat fish and crabs though. Basically anything that stores sea water (apart from fish).

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? IT’S ALWAYS TOO HOT HERE. I miss the UK where I can just layer up if it gets too cold.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? I just woke up 😂😂

5. What’s your favourite candy bar? Are there candy bars which are not chocolate???

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Does esports count? I went to Kuala Lumpur DotA 2 Major in 2018. Otherwise, I didn’t go to any.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? “I’m printing it!”

8. What is your favourite ice cream? Strawberry. Life is already bitter as is.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Tea. I just had breakfast.

10. Do you like your wallet? Indifferent.

11. What was the last thing you ate? Fried rice. Not Uncle Roger’s style because I am not Chinese.

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Big fat nope.

13. What was the last sporting event you watched? DotA 2 online tournament. I have a team I have been supporting since I started watching it in 2015 and their game started really late last night (time zone thing)

14. What is your favourite flavor of popcorn? Just the plain one.

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to? I texted my friend (whom I managed to make him watch his first kdrama) from school to prepare a box of tissue before watching episode 15 of More than Friends.

16. Ever been camping? Camping was an annual thing back in my primary school.

17. Do you take vitamins? I don’t go out under the sun, if that’s what you mean. But no, I don’t take supplements because I am too lazy.

18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship? Not since the pandemic.

19. Do you have a tan? At this rate, I call it sunburn. But I haven’t gone out much (apart from going to work as and when needed, groceries, and taking my car for a spin) since the pandemic so the tan line is becoming fader.

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza? Pineapple on pizza. Sue me!

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw? I pour it into a glass and drink it like a champ. But I also try to reduce single-use plastics in my daily life.

22. What colour of socks do you usually wear? Black is always the safe option (yes it tells a lot about my personality huh)

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Yes, but only where the speed limit is stupidly too low. Otherwise, I rarely drive above 100 km/h.

24. What terrifies you? The list is too long, it should probably be a separate post. I project my issues on the shows that I watch so every now and then you would see me analysing characters or incidents while projecting my issues.

25. Look to your left, what do you see? A broken mirror (in my bedroom), just the perfect metaphor for my twisted perspectives in life.

26. What chore do you hate most? Scrubbing the toilet.

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Please talk slowly so I can understand you (also applicable to any other languages tbh).

28. What’s your favorite soda? Carbonated lemonade.

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? I prefer hitting the Drive Thru so I can eat my food in front of my laptop in peace.

30. What’s your favourite number? 3 and its first 3 multiples

31. Who was the last person you talked to? My brother, when I passed him the printed material he asked me to print early in the morning for his chess coaching session (he’s a chess coach, yes).

32. Favourite meat? Chicken, because it’s the easiest to be eaten.

33. Last song you listened to? Late Regret by Ong Seong Wu (More than Friends OST). I even listened to the 1-hour loop on YouTube while editing my screencaps last night. And it took longer than the editing process so I also listened to the video with hangul and English lyrics afterwards. I am more comfortable with hangul than the romanisation so I guess my pathetic Korean lessons paid off.

34. Last book you read? I can’t even remember the last time I read a book. Probably mid last year?

35. Favourite day of the week? Saturday.

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? Haven’t tried 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

37. How do you like your coffee? Latte. But I am not a coffee drinker and only started drinking occasionally this year due to the amount of work I had to put in during the first half of this year (yes, even during the pandemic)

38. Favourite pair of shoes? I only have 2 pairs of shoes to even have any favourite. 1 pair for work and another for casual wear.

39. Time you normally get up? Half past 6 if I have to go to the office. Otherwise, I’ll wake up for morning prayer and continue sleeping until half an hour before I have to clock in. On weekends, I continue sleeping until closer to 10 o’clock. If I stayed up the night, probably closer to noon.

40. Which do you prefer, sunrise or sunset? Sunset all the way, because it’s the beginning of my favourite time of the day. Yes, I’m a vampire who loves the night. I also love necks

41. How many blankets on your bed? One and only. It’s too hot to wear even a thin blanket but it gets cold around 3 am so I have to be prepared.

42. Describe your kitchen plates. I like the design of Portmeirion table set from the early 2000s.

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment. It’s not photography material, but it’s not dirty or messy or anything.

44. Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? I don’t drink.

45. Do you play cards? No. I don’t play anything that requires other people to join me (yes, I am a lone ranger).

46. What colour is your car? The Nissan partner and distributor in my country calls it Dark Metal Grey. It does look nice.

47. Can you change a tire? I can, but I wouldn’t. With free towing service, why should I bother?

48. Your favourite state or province? I was practically born and raised here so I cannot pick a favourite.

49. Favourite job you’ve had? I would say my previous job, because our team had a fantastic working relationship, and everyone was crazy enough to entertain my antics as the maknae.

tagging: @kdramastuff (I know you don’t do this stuff but I just wanna tag you :p) @becausenothingtodo @aromaticcedarwood @dramaintherain @dohyunsoo @kuronekonerochan @park-joonyoung @psalm40speakstome @myechoecho @ambedoanxiety @outside-seoul (that is 10 tags right because I only tag the first one to annoy her :ppp)

[httphopewrld]

hot summer (sneak peek pt.2)!!!

He was a boy across the street—no—an attractive boy across the street who happened to be a tattoo artist. You didn’t want to do anything about it, but your friends encouraged you to either stop sulking or make a move. And you chose the latter. 

Pairing: tattoo artist/neighbourjungkook! x female reader

Genre: fluff and smuuuuuut

Rating: 18+ because there’s some smuuuuuutttt (it’s the most detailed I’ve ever written, soooo proceed with caution) and swearing

Warnings: smut, soft sex, dom!/sub!jungkook, dom!/sub!femreader, penetrative sex without protection (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), bullet vibrator, oral fem receiving, creampie, fingering, making out, and swearing. There are mentions of domestic violence, but it is not detailed. It is in the perspective of the reader, who is witnessing this from a distance.

Word Count: 9,000-10,000 (each because there will be 2 parts)

A/N: Uni has been a lot, so I will be post the full part 1 on Monday. Thank you so much for waiting, and for all the support and love I’ve gotten from the previous sneak peek! Here’s a little more to keep you on your toes ;)

Also, if you’d like to be on this fic’s (and future ones) taglist, comment your username, and I’ll update this fic and have your username in future fics too! 

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You looked across the traffic, into the apartment building across from yours. A boy sat back into his chair, holding a book in his hands. He began to read, of course, in a simple manner. His eyes scanned the pages, imagining the words written in his mind.

He was man, most likely, in his early twenties, but referring to him as a “man” felt odd. 

You were fascinated by him. He was good looking, even from kilometres away. If you leaned against your balcony’s rails, you could see his dark wavy brown hair, his slightly sun-kissed skin, and his all-black clothing ensemble. He wore no shirt, probably from the heat or being in the comfort of his own home. 

You stepped away from the railing and back into your apartment, drawing back the curtain and turning your back to the balcony.

How long have you been gawking at this stranger? Had he glanced up from his book and saw you standing there? 

You drew all your curtains closed, paranoid, and embarrassed. 

People crowded the city’s streets. 

The sun was out, which meant everyone became runners, joggers, and walkers. People, families, and friends came out from their hideaways and into the sunshine. You, on the other hand, sat safely on your balcony. 

Crowds made you nervous. You liked meeting people, but the thought of pushing through a dense mass of strangers made you shudder. 

So, you watched people push and brush pass each other from ten floors up, sipping at your iced tea. 

You gazed at the apartment from the other night.

It was empty. 

You could see simplistic black and white art and photographs decorating the walls and modern furniture. His bedroom is to the left, with a gaping window that allowed anyone to look in. The same applied to the rest of the apartment: big windows and no curtains. 

You sipped your iced tea. 

You could imagine this man’s wardrobe. Minimalistic shades, and maybe some pops of colour. Chunky black sneakers and dark accessories. He must’ve been an artist of some sort. 

Your phone rang. 

“Hello?”

“Y/N!” Your friend, and roommate, Ashly, chimed on the other end. “Are you busy at the moment?”

“Not at all,” you replied, setting down your drink, “what’s up?”

“I was thinking of having a get-together. There’d be wine, snacks, and music. It’d be small, maybe five people, including ourselves?” 

“You want me at your party?”

“Well, it isn’t a party—just a few girls and gossip.” 

You pondered for a moment. “Where is it?”

“The get-together?”

“Yes,”

“It’d be at our place in two weeks.” Ashly sighed. “Is that enough time, mom?”

You chuckled. “Yes, my child.”

“Awesome! We can plan when I come back from work.” 

“Okay, see you soon.”

“See ya!”

“Bye.” You hung up and looked back at the apartment. 

The boy had come back. He wore a back cap, which he quickly took off and ruffled his hair, and, like a few days ago, adorned a full black ensemble. Despite the warm weather, he had worn a black leather jacket, jeans, and sneakers. 

You watched him shuck off his jacket and toss it on the couch, and head to his bedroom. 

He, with a lack of better words, flopped onto his bed and appeared to take a nap. 

You chuckled to yourself—definitely a boy. 

.

.

It had been a week since you looked back at the apartment. 

You had just come back from work, and Ashly usually arrives back home an hour later. 

The apartment you shared with Ashly was a carbon-copy of an IKEA display. You joked about it before, saying, “if someone were to flip through a 2019 IKEA catalogue, randomly choose a page, you’d probably think our place looked the same—or you’d find one of our pieces of furniture.” 

It wasn’t a bad thing. IKEA was a popular place to shop at, and it was excellent quality. 

Your furniture was various shades of white, navy blue, grey, silver, and light brown. The colour palette continued to your cutlery, kitchen items, and your bedrooms.

The place was cozy and didn’t leave room (pun intended) for a frivolous lifestyle. 

The boy’s apartment was similar yet different. There was a sense of minimalism, like yours, but the furniture was dark—almost raven black. 

As remarked before, there were black and white photographs and inky modern furniture. There were no colours in his home, just assorted shades. 

His front door opened, and two bodies tumbled inside—his and a female. 

Their bodies entangled with one and other and gripping each other’s clothes. The female’s clothes were the first to come off, exposing her bra and lack of underwear. The boy seemed pleased because he smirked before attaching his lips to her vagina. 

You were shocked, scared, and worried all at once. You wanted to look away but found a curiosity within. 

This man—boy—didn’t appear to have any desire to shut the world out. 

You watched as this boy perform oral sex to this female—in the right way because the girl appeared to be moaning a lot—and you couldn’t look away. 

It was like watching live porn, in a weird and public sense. It was, slightly, pleasurable too. 

They took off their clothes shortly after the girl seemed to orgasm and engaged in penetrative sex. He took her from behind, against his couch. You, and whoever else stumbled upon this erotic scene, had a perfect view of their naked sides. 

“Oh, my lord,” you gasped. 

You felt the familiar tingle in your lower region. 

Realizing this, you cursed under your breath and closed your curtains. 

“What the fuck,” you exhaled, leaning forward on the dining table. 

“I just watched my neighbour have sex,” you muttered, “and enjoyed it.”

You paced the room as if giving a lecture to a child. 

“You were turned on by your neighbour having sex!” You shouted at yourself. “What the hell?! Were you fantasying? Him?! What the fuck, Y/N? Might as well be Joe Goldberg, and whip out your—”

“Y/N?”

You stopped in your tracks and turned to your front door. Ashly stood in shock. 

“Are you alright?” Her Australian accent was thick with concern. 

You smiled, “Never better.” 

She let out a pulse of nervous laughter before tossing her keys in the small dish on the kitchen counter. 

“What were you saying about Joe Goldberg? The guy from You? And why are the curtains closed?” Ashly leaned her hand against the counter, and her other on her hip. She resembled a mother about to lecture their kid about a text from a stranger. 

You chuckled.  “Nothing of importance—anyways, how was your day, Ash?”

“Oh, no, no, no, no, Y/N. You’re not escaping this one.” She walked up to you and firmly placed both her hands on her hips. “What is all this that about?”

“Look who’s the mother now,” you muttered, making Ashly raise her eyebrow. 

You inhaled a lungful of air. “The boy in the apartment across from us is having sex right now, and they’re bare-ass naked in front of their big-ass windows. I had to close the curtains because I felt like I was intruding on their sexual activity, and it was just weird that they didn’t close their own—but I feel like that boy doesn’t own any curtains—so I just closed our curtains.” You said in one breath.

Ashly’s eyes widened with shock, “What?” She walked past you and threw open the curtains. 

“Ash, don’t just rip them wide open!” You rushed over and closed the curtains. 

She glared at you before cracking the drapes a bit to take a look. “Oh, my God.” She gasped. “They are having sex.”

“Still?” You crouched down and peered through the break. 

“Oh yeah,” she nodded, “and harder than ever.” 

You both watched, only for a few seconds before closing the curtains again, the boy drill into the girl. The boy faced the windows, leaving everyone to see his face and the top of the girl’s head as she tilted it back with pleasure. 

“Well, he seems very good at what he’s doing,” Ashly commented, walking away as you closed the drapes. 

“Ash!” You said in a loud whisper as if the boy across the street could hear.  

“I’m just saying, the girl seems like she’s having the best time of her life, being pounded by that dude!” She defended.

“Jesus Christ, Ash, shut up!” 

“I’m not wrong,” she shrugged. 

You looked at her sheepishly, and you both burst with laugher. 

Both of you spent dinner recapping your days: Ashly was currently dealing with an HR (Human Resources) problem in her company—she couldn’t go into details because of confidentiality, but it had to do with a problematic employee who was spouting racist nonsense online, which could affect the company’s image; and was immorally wrong because racism and any discrimination based on sexuality, race, religion, and so on, cannot be tolerated. 

Your day and work-life were conversely dull. 

You managed finances and taxes for your corporation, and the only exciting event to date was the incorrect money evaluation from a co-worker, which lead the company to believe there was wiggle-room for spending; when in reality, they were spending too much.

You pushed the pasta around in your plate while looking at the covered windows. You watched the curtains sway in the wind. Ashly had opened the windows a few minutes ago to let the hot air out of the apartment. 

It was the hottest summer since you moved to the city five years ago, including the weather and the recently noticed neighbour across the street. 

You continued to think about him and the way he had sex with that girl. It was romantic, yet aggressive and needy. 

Fuck. You cursed. 

“Hello?” Ashly waved a hand in front of your face. “I know that HR can be boring to listen to, but please try to look interested.” 

You chuckled, “Sorry, Ash. I just zoned out a bit.”

“Oh, I know,” she replied, “but thank you for the apology.”

She sighed. “Well, I’m ready to watch some Netflix.” She looked at her watch, “And as it is almost eight o’clock, I think I’ll only be able to last for a ripe two hours until my old body starts to shut down.”

You laughed, taking both of your empty plates and cutlery to the kitchen. Ashly joined you, bringing the drained wine glasses. 

“Care to join me?” She asked while you loaded the dishes. 

“It’d be the highest honour, m’lady.” 

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50 questions ⚖️

a scale for libra season - you knew i would!!

thank you to all of these angels for tagging me & giving me a chance to learn more about your precious selves - @yanak324 @watersandwolves @kelleesioverhere @livhatesolives @thelandofnothing

what is the color of your hairbrush? black! with some silver on the handle. 

name a food you never eat? sushi. i don’t dislike it, but it’s just far enough down on my favorites list that i never choose it over something else.

are you typically too warm or too cold? almost always too cold, but that’s exactly how i like it.

what were you doing 45 minutes ago? talking to my brother. he is at sea and bought internet for the day :’)

what’s your favorite candy bar? i don’t think i have a favorite tbh. i like most candy well enough. not really a candy person, though!

have you ever been to a professional sports game? i have been to many major league baseball games, & two minor league soccer games.

what is the last thing you said out loud? “love you, too” 💘

what is your favourite ice cream? ben & jerry’s mint chocolate cookie

what was the last thing you had to drink? lemon la croix in a stemless wine glass, bc nothingggg matterrrssss 

do you like your wallet? i actually don’t, lol. it’s a little dark green designer thing that i splurged on last year, bc i thought adults needed fancy wallets. & it’s very off brand for me. i also broke the inside zipper one hour after purchasing it, when i ripped the tag off bc i was too lazy to get scissors. so that makes me hate it even more.

what is the last thing you ate? omg. loaded sweet potato fries. with cheese & fake bacon & ranch.

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? i did! just one shirt at target. a lil striped guy. as if i needed any more of those.

what’s the last sporting event you watched? the eagles/bengals game last sunday. i didn’t put it on, like ... on purpose. i was hanging out with two straight men who insisted, bc i’m from philadelphia. it was sweet of them i guess

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? anything cheeeeesy. or just regular. but fuck a caramel corn (sorry)

who is the last person you sent a text message to? one of the aforementioned straight men

ever go camping? yes!!!!!!! camping is so cute. very into it

do you take vitamins? i am actually all out of my multivitamin, so this question has reminded me to add it to my shopping list for tomorrow.

do you regularly attend a place of worship? (don’t make a target joke, don’t make a target joke)

do you have a tan? haha

do you prefer chinese or pizza? my east coast roots all but require me to say pizza. i do love a good sesame NOODLE though

do you drink your soda through a straw? no ma’am

what color socks do you usually wear? i’ve got all sorts of colors!! right now they are white with black polka dots. team fun socks

do you ever drive above the speed limit? i mean yeah, of course. i am a self- and others-proclaimed Great Driver, though. so i will drive above the speed limit a responsible and excusable amount.

what terrifies you? birds. everyone thinks it’s a joke until they see me encounter a bird. (no, not sparrows/robins/little tiny birds that fly away when you approach them. obviously not those. they’re doing amazing.) 

look to your left, what do you see? couch cushion! i have been on the couch for five hours. 

what chore do you hate most? oh like, probably cleaning the litter box lol. that shit sucks

what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? steve irwin (and the fact that my mom cried when he died)

what’s your favorite soda pop? diet coke, because i am ✨garbage✨

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? drive thru!! the drive thru experience is one of my favorite things. i love cradling my lil head in my hand while i talk to the person over the intercom. pretty much flirt with every drive thru attendant i ever come across. they’re so cute. shout out to grace at my local starbucks

what’s your favorite number? another day passes where i don’t have a favorite number

who’s the last person you talked to? out loud, my brother. over text, i am talking to three (3) very cute people! one of them is yana, hey bb

favorite cut of beef? the fake kind!

last song you listened to? whistle while you work. i’m watching snow white

last book you read? lol guys, i’m a disgrace. i haven’t read a book in so long. i just don’t have the energy. all i do anymore is attend zoom meetings, cry about the news, and journal about the moon

favorite day of the week? what is a “day” of the “week”

can you say the alphabet backwards? i just attempted it. i can, but very slowly.

how do you like your coffee? iced 😇 with a splash of oat milk. but i just bought a french vanilla coconut milk creamer today. so i’m really branching out.

favorite pair of shoes? i love my white birkenstocks more than anything, but i hate exposing my feet. so probably my dad sneakers.

time you normally get up? arounnnnnd 5:00 a.m.

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunrises these days! usually far too dissociated to enjoy a sunset anymore lolllll i’m fine

how many blankets on your bed? just my main comforter, and my lil pink baby blanket that i still sleep with (balled up under my head)

describe your kitchen plates? they are pink & they are the same as yana’s

describe your kitchen at the moment? clean! except one dish in the sink. but clean, always

do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? i love a light beer! and learning to appreciate a red wine. nothing fancy.

do you play cards? almost never. i cannot stand games

what color is your car? my last three cars have accidentally been blue. the one i got in march (the first one i bought myself!!) is “cosmic blue” :’)

can you change a tire? no!! someone teach me though, i want to learn

your favorite state? pennsylvania, for better or for worse. 

favorite job you’ve had? 2018 me would be dying at current me even thinking of admitting this, but the one i have right now! it has taught me more than any job i’ve ever had, and introduced me to some of my favorite people, and treated me incredibly well during a time when so many have lost everything. cannot complain even slightly (although i most definitely do, and will continue to)

tagging: everyone that i would’ve tagged has already done this lol damn it guys!! @beautifulinsanesanity have you done this? idk. if you’ve made it this far & haven’t done it yet, then please consider yourself tagged.

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🛑 IF YOU LIVE IN AMERICA - HI! ONE MONTH UNTIL ELECTION DAY! are you registered to vote (if you’re of age)? are you aware of how fucked we are if we don’t mobilize to get this ogre out of office? vote early if you can. vote in person if you can. volunteer to be a poll worker if you can. just ... literally please lol. i’m so tired.

love u.

[thevelvetroad]

50 questions

tagged by the lovely @watersandwolves

what is the colour of your hairbrush? black

name a food you never eat? cherry tomatoes, it’s the only thing i cannot stomach. 

are you typically too warm or too cold? def too warm

what were you doing 45 minutes ago? working, im on break rn 

what's your favourite candy bar? anything but bounty or cherry ripe

have you ever been to a professional sports game? yeah a few, mostly just afl footy matches 

what is the last thing you said out loud? ‘what the fuck was that?” to my coworker cos we heard someone scream

what is your favourite ice cream? halo dairy free cookie dough ice cream. i eat it by the pint.

what was the last thing you had to drink? water 

do you like your wallet? i don’t mind it, it’s very old 

what is the last thing you ate? i just had tandoori chicken and pilau rice 

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nah

what's the last sporting event you watched? haven’t watched sports in a very long time

what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? i like the caramel one or buttered for savoury taste

who is the last person you sent a text message to? @fineosaur cos we have break at the same time 

ever go camping? i rly love camping and i used to all the time with my f*ther

do you take vitamins? like 10 a day baby #deficiencysquad 

do you regularly attend a place of worship? not regularly enough 

do you have a tan? we just came out of winter in aus so im pretty ashy atm but im hoping i will soon 

do you prefer chinese or pizza? chinese, but i do love a good thin crust italian margarita 

do you drink your soda through a straw? does a g&t count as soda cos i drink that with a paper straw 

what colour socks do you usually wear? white or black, sometimes red with my docs 

do you ever drive above the speed limit? for legal reasons i drive completely on the speed limit at all times, especially at night and totally not while blasting bring me the horizon  

what terrifies you? my mum 

look to your left, what do you see? my coworker 

what chore do you hate most? i actually like doing chores if no one tells me to do them so i can’t think of one i hate the most except for maybe cooking 

what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? it’s normal for me but i rly exaggerated accent makes me think of eshays (look it up) 

what's your favourite soda? not rly any of them cos they’re too sweet but i do like sparkling water with lime cordial 

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? drive thru maccas 

what's your favourite number? 6

who’s the last person you talked to? my coworker

favourite cut of beef? i don’t rly like beef, except when it’s with racists 

last song you listened to? numbers - FKA twigs 

last book you read? im reading the fox was ever the hunter

favourite day of the week? friday 

can you say the alphabet backwards? i can’t even do it forwards 

how do you like your coffee? straight black, but i also like masala chai 

favourite pair of shoes? docs

time you normally get up? 1 minute before class 

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets but i do appreciate a nice sunrise 

how many blankets on your bed? only my duvet but in winter it was 4 blankets on top of that 

describe your kitchen plates? there’s flat ones and then there’s ones with curved edges and then we have these ones for pasta which are a bit deeper and have a brown rim 

describe your kitchen at the moment? neat but too small - my mum 

do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? g&ts, beer and red wine i can’t choose one

do you play cards? nah, im the one who gets played

what colour is your car? apparently it’s gun metal grey. it’s real sexy 

can you change a tire? nope and im fucked if anything happens 

your favourite state? i’ve lived in 3 in australia but i can’t choose one cos they all kinda suck 

favourite job you've had? i’ve only had one where i was paid in a pathology lab and lets say its not my favourite 

tagging:  @go-catch-a-chickn @the-bisexual-disaster @livhatesolives @chasingforeverandaday @lightninginabottle0613 @ohnoshefell

[lu-undy]

Hc! Theres days where Spy's scars itch. Hes uncomfortable on battle because of this. It isnt an itch you can scratch away, not really, the scar tissue is dense and he can get to she skin underneath it. Snipers job is to observe, so he notices how Spy squirms under his suit trying to make that itch dissapear, but its in vain. Sniper approaches his morethanfriend to see whats the matter. Spy is reluctant at first but he opens up to Snipes. Later dat day Snipes rubs some sorta thing on the scars.🐑

Alright, here we go, I hope you’ll like it :D

The Frenchman sighed and mumbled something in French to himself. It was summer and the habit of wearing a suit was less practical now, especially when topped with a mask. He was sweating beneath his attire… 

Him and his teams were in the respawn room and the battle was about to start. As the Administrator delicately sung the countdown, he lit a cigarette to take his mind off of what was truly bothering him. 

"BEGIN!" 

The gates flashed open and he watched his colleagues pour out of the room and into the battlefield. Spy cloaked and exited the room soon after.  He ran unnoticed, passing his colleagues and soon breaching enemy lines. 

He saw the Engineer setting up and upgrading a sentry in the back. He seemed alone and thank God, the nuisance that the enemy Pyro was was nowhere to be seen around the short man. That was his chance. Spy disguised as the fire spreading specialist and put a hand in his inner pocket. 

"Hey Pyro, need some ammo, pardner?" 

Spy hissed and shook his shoulder. 

Ah merde, not now…!

"Pyro…?" 

Merde!

The Engineer realised something was fishy with the way that his friend was holding his flamethrower. He raised his wrench and struck. Spy's disguised vanished. 

Beep-beep! 

The sentry rotated and the Frenchman felt like a rabbit flashed by a car light moments before impact. He knew he was done for. 

Click. 

Respawn was never pleasant. Not only did it leave a bit of a weird feeling, like a bitter aftertaste of death that your body somehow clings onto, but it also rhymes with defeat. Die and retry, as they say. 

The Frenchman lit a new cigarette and puffed on it aggressively. He was frowning and clenching his jaw. His annoyance was written all over his body and face. 

"Y'alright, pal?" 

Scout had respawned and put a hand on his colleague's shoulder. Spy shot him a murderous glance and wiggled his shoulder away from his hand. 

"Jeez, alright…!" 

The young man made sure his scattergun was reloaded and left the spawn room. Spy waited to see the distance between himself and Scout was large enough that he could tolerate it, and then exited himself. 

Part of his job was not to bump anyone and that day, he made it a point to stand away from everyone, friends or foes. The heat tired him and his failure at sapping a lonely sentry, barely defended, made his mood bitter. 

-- Evening, at the base -- 

"Putain de merde…" 

[Bloddy hell…]

The Frenchman was alone in his room. He had just exited the shower, wearing only a white tanktop and his pyjama trousers. He was standing in his bathroom, facing his mirror, an empty small cream box in his hands. 

What had been bothering him the entire day was the itch. 

He was used to it now. Whenever it was too hot or he sweated, one of his scars, the one on his right shoulder, would trouble him. It was a deep burn mark and the skin had healed up but the new skin wasn't as good as the "normal" one. It looked more transparent and felt different to the touch. But the most annoying thing is that that patch of skin was unable to deal with heat properly. Not only did it hurt when exposed to the sun - the same way a fresh burn would, only less strongly - but it could not possibly sweat or rather, humidity would form underneath a very thin layer of skin. It itched but couldn't be scratched away. 

Spy had been used to it. Whenever it bothered him, he would get a bit of cream there, to hydrate it and cool it down. He tossed the empty cream pot to the bin and got a new one. He opened it and took some of it on his fingers. Raising his eyes, he looked at himself on the mirror. 

The burn mark was large. He could see it when facing the mirror and he knew it spread back on his shoulder blade. Spy was about to put the cream on it when a knock on the door cut him. 

"Go to hell." 

He answered loud enough for whoever was standing there to hear him. 

"Well, I'm standing at its door apparently!" 

The Frenchman recognised that voice and the slight accent. 

Fine… 

He thought. Part of him was annoyed at the interruption. But it was only part of him. He put the cream pot back on the sink and slipped his mask and a dressing gown on. The Frenchman went to the door and opened it. 

"Bushman, how may I help?" 

Obviously, Spy was being sarcastic. 

"I was goin' to ask you the same, now, d'you mind…?" 

The Frenchman rolled his eyes and let his colleague in. The Australian entered and removed his hat. 

"Am I interruptin' somethin'? Do you want me to give you a minute?" 

Sniper was hinting at the fact that the masked man was in his pyjamas quite early.

"Non. It is fine. Just tell me what you want, I have very little patience for games tonight." He coldly answered. 

"Roight, let's sit and have one of your cigs." 

Both men took a seat on the sofa and Spy lit two cigarettes. 

"So, are you going to finally tell me what is it you seek with me?" The Frenchman sounded impatient and mildly annoyed. 

"It's how you behaved today." 

Silence fell for an instant. One of those awkward ones. 

"What about it?" Spy feigned innocence though he very well knew what Sniper was getting at. 

"I've watched you and you didn't seem normal. Also, you didn't sap the sentries as nicely as you usually do. And you got caught a lot more."

"And?" The impatience and boiling rage were very clearly visible on the Frenchman's face.

"And I want to help." 

Spy's eyebrows jumped. He had expected Sniper to tell him that he had been very bad at his job and asking him why. But non. 

"You want… to help?" He repeated. 

"Yeah. What's wrong with you? I've seen you actin' awfully weird, shaking your shoulder every other second as if you had something on it. I'm guessing something's on yer mind." 

The Frenchman's lips pursed up to a faint smile. 

"And you are wrong. Nothing is on my mind. And yes, I have been spectacularly mediocre today. Thank you for noticing."

"Spy, you don't have to take it that way-"

"Oh but I am."

"Spy, look-"

"Are you done?" The Frenchman dryly cut him.

Sniper didn't want to leave. He knew how stubborn and hard-hearted his colleague could be. But he said he would help and he would. He didn't go away from the comfort of his van for nothing. If confronting the masked man didn't work, maybe something else would. 

Sniper raised his hand and about to put it on Spy's right shoulder but the Frenchman slithered away even before the Australian could touch him. 

"Hey… It's only me." 

Spy raised his eyes and saw his friend's earnest face. He sighed.

"Fine. Here is what has been bothering me. But Sniper, one word of this to anyone else and I will make sure it is your last." Spy raised a threatening index finger. 

Sniper smiled softly. 

"Y'know me. I don't talk." 

Spy nodded. It was the force of habit… He put a hand on his dressing gown and pulled it down from his shoulder, revealing the burn mark. 

"Oh, Christ…" 

"I stopped invoking his help a long time ago…" Spy sarcastically answered. 

"Did you see the Doc' for it? Does it hurt a lot?" 

"Medic knows about it but there isn't much him or anyone else can do. I just live with it."

"When did you get it?" 

"A long time ago. I'm used to it. It's just when the temperature gets a bit too high, it itches in an unbearable way. I can't scratch it away." 

"Is there anything you can do to make it itch less?"

"There is a cream that I put. It's not a miracle solution but it lessens the itch and the burning sensation. I was about to put some before you came in." 

"Oh sorry mate, go and do it, I don't want to bother you." 

"Give me an instant." 

The Frenchman disappeared to the bathroom and re-appeared soon after with the small cream jar in his hand. He put the cigarette between his lips and removed the dressing gown before sitting down. Sniper couldn't help but stare. Spy was lean, maybe even a bit slim. His fair skin was beautiful.

"I can help you if you want." 

Spy raised an eyebrow. 

"I mean, surely you can't reach the rest behind your back…?" 

"Why, thank you. I think I will manage." 

"Okay." 

Sniper watched as his friend spread the cream on his shoulder. He massaged slowly, avoiding the tanktop. He hissed now and then, while the Australian tried to imagine how it could feel, the pain, the itch. He also wanted to feel that odd-looking skin below his fingers. But it hurt him. As if Spy wasn't cold-hearted enough, his own body worked to make him more bitter… 

"Spy, you're clearly strugglin'..." 

"Non, I'm not!" The Frenchman was irritated. 

"Hey…?" 

Their eyes met. 

"Let me try." 

Sniper extended his hand and offered his palm. 

"Fine…" 

Spy put the cream pot on it. 

"Makes you very angry this itch, eh?" 

"You cannot imagine how annoying it is." 

"Turn yer back." 

Spy's eyebrow twitched. 

"Nothin' to fear, I'm not the backstabber here…!" 

The Frenchman rolled his eyes and turned. 

"Now, remove yer top." 

"Bushman?!"

"It's only her back! And it'll make it actually easier! Can't put the cream where your top is, now can I?" 

Spy grumbled but obliged and Sniper was now facing the Frenchman's back. It looked like a abstract canvas of scars. Bullet marks, burn marks, cuts… He couldn't see it but the masked man was ashamed. He knew his body was bruised, awfully so. But Sniper's body was too, albeit differently. The man had fought more animals than men so he had more bites and claw marks than bullets or knife cuts.

"Don't hold your shoulders up like that, breathe and relax." 

"Had I been behind your back, you would react the same way, Bushman."

"Fair, but I'm not you. I don't kill from people's back." He spread the cream on the Frenchman's shoulder blade, trying to not push his hand too hard. 

"Non, you shoot them for far away." 

"A kill as clean as yours." 

"Correct. But my job is high risk for a high reward. Yours is more… safe."

"What?! No it's not! Do you know how much I'm bullied by the other bastard of a Spook?!" 

Spy chuckled. 

"Does that mean I am a bastard too?" 

Sniper's eyes raised to Spy's back of his head. The Frenchman turned his head slightly, waiting for his friend to answer. Each second of silence weighed more than the previous one. 

"Nah, no, you're not." 

"What am I then? I, too, am a Spook." 

"Oh yeah you are, no doubt about that… Nah, you're a Spook, but uh… You're fine." 

"Fine?"

Sniper chuckled nervously. 

"Y-you know what I mean…" 

The Australian had covered all the scar with the cream now. He put the lid back on the pot and closed it. 

"Do I?" Spy insisted with a smirk. 

The Australian smiled. 

"Yeah you do. You aren't stupid." 

Sniper was facing Spy's naked back. The Frenchman's shoulders were relaxed and he appreciated the breath of his friend on it. It helped cooling it down. The Australian handed the cream back to the Frenchman, from behind. 

Spy took the cream and Sniper's eyebrows jumped when he realised that he had also grabbed his hand and pulled on it. 

"I wouldn't have opened my door to anyone else." Spy said.

"I… Thanks." 

The Frenchman pulled on his friend's hand more and he felt Sniper's weight shift on the sofa, closer. 

"Non, thank you. I know I can be in a particularly foul mood sometimes. And I make myself hard to approach. Yet you remain." 

Sniper smiled and laced his arm around his friend's torso and pulled him in closer. Spy closed his eyes went Sniper's hug hit inside him. The Australian was hugging him from behind, resting his chin on his left shoulder. 

"Y-yeah. I don't know, I just think that… I mean sometimes you're a bit angry or sad. But you just need someone to be there for ya." 

Spy melted in his friend's arms. He felt the Australian's fingers lace between his. 

"I might sometimes." 

"Nah, you do, really." 

"What makes you say that?" Spy asked. 

"I can't see your face but I'm sure you're…"

"I'm enjoying this more than I can say, oui."

Spy turned his head to look his friend in his eyes. Sniper's pupils were wide and his smile, dreamy. The Frenchman's smiled widened as he pushed his cheek against the Australian's. 

"You should shave those sideburns off."

"In yer dreams. Also, why should I do that?"

"They sting me even through my mask." 

"Remove it and it will sting not through it then!" 

Spy turned his head again to look at his friend. 

"Well, I had to try…!" Sniper said.

"What makes you think that it is just a try?" 

Sniper got confused but saw his friend's hand rise from his lap and his fingers settle around his neck, at the base of his balaclava. 

The Australian never forgot that night.

[hartigays]

tag game: 50 Qs

i was tagged by: @yogurtfordinner thank u bby mwah 💜

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? black and it has no handle because i threw it across the room once when i was mad at my hair and i still haven’t gotten a new one. it’s been 5 years. this is just who i am

2. name a food you never eat: meatloaf and pork chops are the big ones, the texture and taste are both abhorrent

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? i’m always way too fucking warm i run so gd hot and it’s awful

4. what were you doing 45 mins ago? eating lol

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? heath bars go so fucking hard (reese’s cups are my favorites but idk if those count as a candy bar)

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? yup! baseball, football, hockey, and soccer (i hate sports but i like game food and tailgating)

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? “that stupid bitch kellyanne conway got covid lol”

8. what is your favorite ice cream? neapolitan!

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water

10. do you like your wallet? yeah it’s cute and has my favorite lil keychains on it

11. what is the last thing you ate? mac n cheese and a pulled pork sandwich 🤤

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? no i haven’t bought new clothes in over a year, not counting the tshirts i got at walmart recently to sleep in lmao

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? i never watch sports but the last event i attended was an atlanta united game last summer, although i was so fucking smashed from the tailgate i don’t remember much of the game lol

13. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? just regular popcorn? i don’t like kettle corn, caramel corn is okay tho

14. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my sister

15. ever been camping? yeah my dad used to take me and my sister camping all the time growing up, both at campsites and just randomly in the woods somewhere

16. do you take vitamins? nope i never remember to

17. do you regularly attend a place of worship? nope

18. do you have a tan? yeah a risidual tan from when i went to the beach at the end of july

19. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? i don’t have a preference it literally just depends on what i’m in the mood for

20. do you drink your soda through a straw? back when we could go to restaurants i exclusively used straws but i don’t now that i eat everything at home since i can use my own cups (putting my mouth directly on restaurant cups even before pandemic was just 🤢 to me)

21. what color socks do you usually wear? whichever ones are clean, but most of my socks are heavily patterned bc i own like 400 pairs of marvel socks since i get some in my stocking every christmas

22. do you ever drive above the speed limit? lol i live in georgia so yes i drive like i’m in a nascar race

23. what terrifies you? the dark, centipedes, cockroaches, catfish, heights, and depths (like deep ocean, it’s horrifying)

24. look to your left, what do you see? my dog’s giant bucket of toys that he has bc he’s a spoiled little shit

25. what chore do you hate most? folding laundry

26. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? chris hemsworth lmao

27. what’s your favorite soda? dr. pepper

28. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? if you sit down inside a fast food restaurant (even before pandemic) i will assume you are a serial killer

29. what’s your favorite number? 16

30. who’s the last person you talked to? my parents

31. favorite cut of beef? i don’t know why this question confuses me so much but it does so i’m skipping it thank u for coming to my ted talk

32. last song you listened to? like that bitch by flo milli

33. last book you read? i reread the outsiders for the 500th time at the beginning of quarantine

34. favorite day of the week? saturday

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? no i cannot i’m too adhd for that i get lost

36. how do you like your coffee? it depends where i get it from but when i make it at home i just take it with one sugar and a variable amount of cream (i just eyeball it), usually iced

37. favorite pair of shoes? my puma sandals

38. time you normally get up? well currently i’m not in grad school and i don’t have a job so honestly? i’m up whenever i’m up, usually around 10:30-11:00

39. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets

40. how many blankets on your bed? right now none because i’m washing my bedding but usually i have like 3 (not counting my comforter or sheets)

41. describe your kitchen plates. they are white and ceramic (maybe? idk what things are made of)

42. describe your kitchen at the moment. covered in cases of beer bc my parents just stocked up on their favorite festive fall beers

43. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? tequila shots with salt and lime, or vodka cranberries

44. do you play cards? no

45. what color is your car? black

47. can you change a tire? no but given how many times i’ve had to call AAA to change one for me i should’ve learned by now lmao

48. your favorite country? spain

49. favorite job you’ve had? chemistry teaching assistant in uni 🥺 i miss it and my students so much

50. i’m tagging: @thursday-knight @dracula-incarnate @teenytinierlion @bisexual-cupcake @hennwilson @passivenovember @sunsetsalex @grabmyboner @stevefuckingharrington

[asnakewithwingsisadragon]

Updated list of the bitches in this system because Gods know we needed it, go!

• Fae- Actual owner of the body. Has not been fully “themself” since they were like 6 (when Harl got here). Always co-cons with someone because they can’t stand being out alone.  Doesn’t know or care what we do with their life. Terrified of people. Has left us alone for extended periods of time. If you think you’ve talked to them, there’s a 99% chance it was actually Claire, Amanda, or Becky.  Actually a very sweet kid, but very hurt. Will go to the end of the world for their friends. Can hold a grudge like nobody’s business. Paints themself as a bitch but is a softie. Their mom cannot tell the difference between them and Becky. Diabetic, to Nidia’s displeasure. Closet Gryffindor turned Slytherin in order to survive.

• Amanda – Our system’s “guard dog”/Head Bitch in Charge. Much more complicated than that. The real author of Fae’s thigh scars (barely visible now), and maybe the only reason we made it through high school. The little voice that says “kill everyone and blame it on me”. Zero concern for consequences for herself. Impulse control consists of “Jail is awful and Fae doesn’t deserve it”.  She’s over 30.

• Lisbeth (Sally)- Just…Sally. The other voice that wants to kill everyone but doesn’t because she actually thinks about the consequences of her actions. Max is technically her partner, but we don’t talk about that (you can ask). I think she’s 30-something, but might as well be Fae’s age.

• Claire- Possibly Fae’s projection of herself into different universes. She can be 6, 17, 24 and 35. Last name Constantine. From Liverpool. Awful accent. Please don’t call her Australian. Another closet Gryffindor turned Slytherin.  Most of Fae’s friends are actually hers. Has been Fae for longer than Fae has been Fae. Likes soccer and we’re sorry. Punk. Hella Punk. Also hella broke.

• Mara- Claire’s sister (maybe twin). Approach with caution. (One of the several sexual alters, can be the same ages as Claire) Responsible for most of Fae’s awful dating decisions.

• Valentina- Rarely comes out, but she’s apparently God? We don’t know. Seems like she knows everyone, though. She always looks 20-something, but we know she’s older.

• Nidia- Claire’s daughter and the pure incarnation of Fae’s ADHD. A Jedi. Weirdest kid EVER. Super compassionate. Wears heart on her sleeve.  Can be 5, 9, 16 and 21. Impulse control is 100% artificial, but existent. Can, like Amanda, drink up to 3 cans of Monster Energy Drink in a row without batting a lash. Will eat ALL THE CANDY. The reason we need to carry an extra insulin syringe with us most of the time. Pours fun dip and sweetarts into her drinks. The kind of kid child leashes were invented for.

• Hellena- Mara’s daughter. STAY AWAY. Evil incarnate. Abusive A.F. Can and will destroy you. In her 20’s

• Christine- Hell’s identical twin. Remember that girl in Mean Girls who wants to bake a cake out of sunshine and rainbows and smiles? Christine is that cake. Rarely out. Same age as Hell.

• Evey- Hell and Chris’ big sister. That one kid with the pink hair and lots of tattoos. Zero impulse control.  Always looks like a teenager for some reason (not over 25)

• Vlad- Agender/Genderqueer mystical creature of the forest. Valentina’s child. Awesome person in general. Permanently 17.

• Harley- Yup. THAT Harley. You know the drill. She’s actually the one who makes all the fun plans because she’s the one who has the energy for it. Gets along with everyone until she doesn’t. Can drink us all under the table. Can drink you under the table. Has been Fae for longer than Claire has been Fae. Was the first one here, so she has tattoo privileges. And dating privileges. And everything privileges, basically. If I say how old she is, I may not live to see another day. Fae’s real mum. Will take you to Petco on exam week to pet puppies. Will yell “doge!” out loud.

Pets every dog. Will steal Teddy from Max.

• Edward- Mr. Nigma, sir. Somehow has better makeup skills than all the girls here combined.  If his attitude was as nice as his eyebrows, he’d rule the world by now. EVERYTHING HAS QUESTION MARKS. Knows more than anyone.  Is actually a genius. Wastes his time trying to school the little ones (and trying to get Naya to use proper words).  Smug bastard. Probs 40-something.

• Cass- Also from comics. EVERYTHING IS YELLOW (yiyo). Doesn’t talk much, but is always fun to have around. Will make you watch animated movies and take you to Starbucks. Will also make you work out. Can be 5, 9, 18 and 25. Smol Cass is a fan of pokemon. If it’s yellow, it belongs to her.

• Naya- Cass’ child. Has her own language, featuring words like “kaijukata”, “pakato”, and “omashii” (“Kaiju attack”, an insult of her own invention, and her word for “mother”.) There are no sidewalks, only pedestrian lanes. Biggest Kaiju Enthusiast. Wants to be Mako Mori.

• M.J.- Has been here for as long as Harley has. Isn’t around as much. The difference between her and Claire is that you can actually understand what MJ says when she gets mad. Probs 25 forever.

• Danni- Amanda’s daughter. Will also fuck you up. Has the weirdest kinks.  23

• Miranda- Danni’s daughter. Don’t ask. Also a sexual alter. 21

• Martha- Miranda’s sister. Level-headed.  A psychiatrist. 21. Actually the most mature person in this head, along with Tári.

• Alice- Nidia’s daughter. Also a psychiatrist. Likes psychoanalyzing people. Type 1 bipolar. Thinks all Arkham inmates are humans and wants to help. Will probably end up as an Arkham Inmate herself. Age slides. Toddler Alice is the devil. Can be 5, 9, and 21

• Alyssa- Mara’s best friend. Take Alice out of wonderland and teach her ballet, then add a sprinkle of Luna Lovegood. Permanently 17-ish.

• Robin- Alice’s little sister. Wants to be Carrie Kelly when she grows up. Terrified of squirrels. Can be 5 and 18. Lesbiab. Lesebeb. Girls. Yes.

• Tári- Alice and Robin’s eldest sister. Autistic. Genius extraordinaire. Loves to talk to Eddie. Often one of them leaves the conversation feeling stupid (it isn’t Tári). Loves Legos. REALLY LOVES LEGOS. Forensic Anthropologist/ wants to be Bones when she grows up. Vegetarian. Can be 12/17/21.

• Frances- Harley’s kid. Don’t ask, this was super weird. Frances herself is super weird. She hears voices. The voices tell her to do things. She rarely listens. Actually super polite. Has “opal” hair. 18-20. We don’t really know.  If we’re gonna have a sub-system, it will probably be because of Frankie.

• Shilo- Shilo Wallace. Infected by her genetics. Her nightmares are the worst. Once made Amanda and Sally fight over a pair of combat boots just so she could get to keep them. Probably Becky’s best friend in here.

• Bellatrix- That one got here on her own. Over 50. Still looks great.

• Azula- also got here on her own.

• Cassiopeia- Bella’s biggest mistake. Best teacher ever. Resident hipster chick. Is actually here to keep a little group of alters from causing too much mayhem.  28.

• Ascella- Lesbian extraordinaire. Sees dead people. I’m not even kidding. Permanently 23.

• Jamie Moriarty- Another one who got here on her own. Our self confidence boosts and power trips. Will maybe kill someone. Better than you and is not afraid to let you know.  Fae’s teachers were terrified of her.

Everyone’s terrified of her; I don’t know who we think we’re kidding. 32.

• Lestat- Fae’s gay vampire boyfriend. Is rarely around anymore. Probably for the best. 260-ish years old. Prick.

• Lindsay - THE definitive Sexual alter. From a comic book oneshot. Amanda on steroids, but if Amanda knew how to socialize. Loves horror, movies, photography and monsters. 26. 

• Becky - Called “morbid” for a reason. Disabled as all fuck. Autistic/ADHD, connective tissue disorder. A lawyer. Loves to argue. Jon Crane’s wife (at least here). 30ish. Always cold and always in pain. If we cancel plans, it’s most likely her fault and she’s sorry.

• Liliana - Necromancer. Big Titty Goth GF. We love and cherish her, alcoholism and all. Will never be over Jace and she knows it.

• Chandra - Pyromancer extraordinaire with severe ADHD. A lot like Fae in a lot of ways. Decidedly Pansexual, thank you very much. 25.

• Vraska - Ravnican to the core, but also a fantastic pirate. Great leader, good friend, fun to be around. Has the huskiest voice in the system. Has the worst flashbacks out of all of us. Can be 19 and 29. • Kari - Vraska and Jace’s kid. Hypermelanistic gorgon, telepath like her dad. Fun to be around. Can be 7, 12 and 25.

• Ral - Very very Izzet, and very very gay, and we love him for it. Very intelligent, good at fixing and making things with his hands. Confident, charismatic, and a workaholic. Tomik’s husband. Sometimes with Max. In his 40’s

• Tomik - Ral’s husband. Quiet, but very caring and polite.Also very smart and hard-working, always loves to learn new things and meet new people. 27-ish. Very gay, too. Makeup skills up there with Eddie’s.

• Teysa - Tomik’s boss. A Boss Ass Rich Bitch, and we love her lots for it. Very polite and interesting to be around. Could buy us all and our families ten times. Old, but looks to be in her early 30’s.

• Avacyn - An angel from Innistrad. Here to protect us. Really likes listening to old pop-punk and emo music with Max. Very sweet to be around, although she can be a little literal-minded.

• Olivia - A Vampire and a bitch. Liliana’s...ex? Something. A lot like Teysa, but much more fun-loving and impulsive.

• Nahiri - Doesn’t come out much. Stern but caring, very savvy, doesn’t take anyone’s crap. Can hold on to grudges like her life depends on it. 

[dontcare77ghj]

Couch

Steve x reader x Thor

Sorry about the short hiatus. Comment or inbox me if you like this pairing so I can continue making them.

Sleep Series

The three of you had been together for years. You knew exactly who they were, and they knew who you were. The three of you had been very honest with each other about who you were and everything that made you who you were.

Steve and Thor had introduced you to their team very early into the relationship and they loved you. The team had told you multiple times you were perfect for the God and the super solider. You made them feel normal, you made them feel happy, it made the team happy to see them happy.

You were fine with them being Avengers. It was something they enjoyed, something they wanted to do. There was only one reason you weren’t okay with their jobs was the missions that went on for weeks to months at a time.

They made you worry, made you panic about their safety and if they would be coming home. When they were able to send word about when they would be coming home, you finally felt like you could breath again.

You would begin to do anything to distract yourself. By the time the boys would return home, the apartment would be sparkling, plates and trays of baked goods would be littered around the kitchen and you would be asleep on the couch.

The first time the two were away for weeks was about five months into your relationship. They were doing a recon mission in Australia and hadn’t been home in five weeks. They’d told you the day before they left it was very likely they wouldn’t be allowed to contact you at all.

“I don’t care if I don’t hear from you at all, just come back alive. Okay?” You’d asked the night before they’d left as you all cuddled together in bed.

“My love, do not doubt us.” Thor said loudly, pulling you closer into his chest. ”We are the earth’s mightiest heroes.” He proclaimed, grabbing Steve’s hand on your other side.

“It’s a simple mission, doll.” Steve added, curling into your back. “We’ll be in no danger.”

You woke up alone the next day and knew it was going to be a long time until the came back.

For the next five weeks you had to try to continue as if everything was normal. You had to go to work and interact with people as if you weren’t in a constant state of panic or worry over your two men. It was Thursday of their fifth week away when you got the call.

“Hello?” You asked, picking up the phone without looking at the caller id. You were busy working on a new cake recipe for the café you owned, so you weren’t exactly paying attention to the phone.

“Hi there, doll.” Steve greeted. At the sound of one of your lover’s voices, you almost dropped the phone in shock.

“Steve. Holy shit. How are you? How’s Thor?” You questioned, turning the stove off so you could focus on the call. “Are you two okay? Are you injured?”

“Doll, calm down.” Steve chuckled. “Everything’s okay. Both Thor and I are safe, alive and well. I just called to say we’ll be home tomorrow.”

“Is that our love?” Thor’s booming voice came through the phone. “I wish to speak to her.”

“Of course, Thor.” Steve said before Thor’s loud voice came through the line.

“My love!” He exclaimed. “Did you hear the news? We shall return by nightfall tomorrow!”

“I did hear. It’s wonderful news, honey.” You said with a large grin. “I can’t wait to see the two of you. I’ve missed my boys.”

“We’ve missed you too, my love.” Thor told you. “I must go, Steven says we cannot talk any longer.” He added, sounding dismayed.

“Alright, I’ll see you two tomorrow. I love you two.” You told him.

“We love you too, Y/N.” Thor said, before he hung up you could hear him asking Steve how to end the call causing you to smile.

They were safe. Your boys were alive and safe. You quickly finished off what you were doing before and made your way to bed. You had things to do tomorrow.

The next day you made a call to one of your employees. Telling them you felt unwell today and wouldn’t be able to come in today, she readily agreed to watch the store for you.

Hanging up, you began to start on your plan. Your men would need, you’d decided. A proper meal and comfort food. It took majority of the day to finish, but it was worth it, it calmed you and it would be good for your boys to get something proper to eat.

By the end of your endeavour, it was nearing seven and your boys still weren’t home, but you were tired. Placing a note on the table, you curled up on the couch intent on waiting up for the two when you started to drift. It wasn’t long until you were asleep.

Non-reader POV

It was nine by the time Thor and Steve arrived at the apartment. The two shared a smile at the sight of their girl curled up asleep on the couch. Steve shut the door and the door shed their gear before Thor, quietly, made his way over to Y/N and picked her up.

He walked her into the shared bedroom while Steve walked into the kitchen. He smiled at the note Y/N left and piled an assortment of foods onto a plate for himself and his boyfriend.

“Welcome home gift.” He explained, sitting on the bed with his partners. Thor smiled and kissed Y/N on the forehead before taking a crepe off the plate.

The two had finished the plateful of food when the woman in between them began to wake up.

“You’re home.” Y/N stated, looking at the two with bleary eyes. “You should’ve woken me.”

“Didn’t want to disturb you.” Steve said, leaning down to kiss the woman. “Thank you for the food.”

“It was delicious, my love.” Thor said, repeating Steve’s actions.

“It’s what I do.” Y/N murmured, curling into their arms. “I’m glad you’re back. I love you two.” She added, beginning to doze again.

“We love you too, doll.” Steve said as Thor had already drifted off. The three of you laid curled together, bellies full and enjoying the safety you all felt in that moment. From then on when the boys went on long missions, they would be welcomed home with a large meal and the sight of Y/N asleep on the couch.

Reader POV

“Doll, please just sit down. You’ve been cooking all day and you’re going to wear a hole in the carpet.” Steve begged, grabbing you by the arms and attempting to get you to sit.

“Sorry Stevie. Thor said he would be home today.” You said, yawning as you curled into Steve. “You know how panicky I get.”

“I know, that’s why you’ve been up since five.” He said, shaking his head. “Go to sleep, doll.” He added, pulling you closer into his chest. He hadn’t even finished his sentence when you’d drifted off.

Thor arrived home an hour later to the sight of both his partners asleep on the couch, plates of still warm food on the table in front of them. He sat next to you both, ate a plateful of food before falling asleep next to you both.

Non-reader POV

“How long has she been asleep?” Steve whispered as he opened the apartment door. Y/N was sleeping against Thor’s chest, fast asleep, and Thor had a plate of food next to him.

“An hour.” Thor supplied. Steve leaned down and kissed the God and then his girl. “She was awake cooking most of the night.” He added as Steve sat beside him.

“She goes to too much trouble.” He sighed, taking a plate from the coffee table. “But the result is delicious.”

Reader POV

The two had been gone for two months. They’d gone over to Australia to deal with a new HYDRA base. They weren’t sure when they were going to be home because they needed to scout the area, find routines, changes in the regime, anything to help them get into the base.

You’d been stuck on the couch for a week. A co-worker had given you the flu and though you were mostly over it, you still felt incredibly tired. It was about three in the afternoon when you were awoken by a loud bang. You were in such a daze you didn’t register what was happening, and that was all they needed.

Three, rough, sets of hands hauled you off the couch. You attempted to struggle but you were still out of it and your attackers used that to their advantage. They stabbed a sedative in your neck and that was it for you.

Non-reader POV

“Capsicle, Point Break, you two might want to see this.” Tony’s voice came over the coms. Thor and Steve shared a look across the field before running into the building.

It had been five months. Five long months without being able to contact their Y/N. Five months of shitty food, and even shitter motel rooms, and five long months of camping out in the Australian heat getting info on this place. But, finally, the day had come.

Today was the perfect day to attack, and they had. Bruce and Tony had gone inside to check the computers and any files they could find while the rest of the team fought off HYDRA agents.

“I’d hurry up you two.” Bruce stressed causing the two men to pick up speed. The two skidded into the room, where Bruce was sitting, a large file in front of him.

“What’s going on, Bruce? Where’s Tony?” Steve questioned, staring at the doctor intently.

“Tony found something and ran off. But this is what you need to see.” Bruce said, handing the super soldier the thick file.

With Thor looking over his shoulder, Steve opened the file and he began to fill with dread.

It was on Y/N. It was everything. Where she was born, where her store was, every cheque she sent off to an employee and her current address. Halfway through the file was a post stick note, “Extract her.” With a date from three months ago.

“Where is she?” Thor snarled, glaring at the file.

“Read the rest.” Bruce sighed, gesturing at the paperwork. Swallowing harshly, Steve turned to the next page.

These pages detailed mental and physical health, attempts at running away, punishments and her responses.

“They took her.” Steve growled, throwing the file on the desk. “Where is she, Bruce?”

“Relax, Capsicle.” Tony’s voice came in. “I found her.” He told them.

“Where?” Steve demanded. Bruce watched the two in concern. Both stood rigid, ready to attack. Gods knew these two would move the stars for their girl. There would be no mercy for anyone found near their girl.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. will lead you.” Tony said before the Irish accented A.I. began to direct them. The two thundered through the building, any agent they came across was ended quickly by Mjolnir or Steve’s shield.

“It’s okay, Sweet Cheeks. You’re safe now.” They heard Tony’s voice. Turning a corner, they both let out a sigh of relief.

Tony was holding their girl close. Her clothes were tattered and dirty, her hair matted, and her form was frail, obviously malnourished, and weak. She was clinging onto Tony’s neck tightly.

“Y/N.” They both sighed in relief. Y/’N’s head snapped towards them and they were running again.

Reader POV

“Y/N.” You almost sobbed at the sound of their voices.

Time had escaped you in this windowless hell. You’d clung onto your memories of Steve and Thor; they were the only things that helped you through the endless pain you’d endured here.

You’d heard the shouts and gunshots before Tony burst into the room.at seeing the familiar man in red and gold, you’d almost burst into tears.

“Hey there, Sweet Cheeks.” Tony said, slowly moving into the room. He didn’t get very far before you’d rushed over, as fast as your frail form could, and threw your arms around his neck.

“It’s good to see you, Tin Man.” You whispered, hugging him tightly. Tony wrapped his arms around you and moved you both into the hallway.

“It’s okay, Sweet Cheeks. You’re safe now.” He assured.

“Y/N.” Snapping your head to the side you saw the two men you’d been praying to see again.

“Steve. Thor.” You breathed in relief. As quickly as you could, you limped over to the two men. They began running over and met you half-way.

Both boys pulled you into their arms and hugged you so tightly, you thought your ribs would break.

“We should have been there. We shouldn’t have let them take you. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” the two sounded like a pair of broken records. While one was smothering you, the other was murmuring sweet assurances into your ear.

“I’m okay.” You said, pulling back slightly. “I am. I’m okay.” You told them, attempting to assure them as well as yourself.

“We know, Sweetheart.” Steve said, holding your face in his hands as he kissed you soundly. “You’re so strong.”

“So very strong.” Thor agreed, kissing you with as much force as Steve. “And we love you so much.”

“So much.” Tony cleared his throat, disturbing the moment.

“I hate to disturb this, but we need to get out of here.” He said, looking around the hallway. “We need to get her back to the tower.” He added. Your men nodded before Steve lifted you into his arms.

“When we get back to the tower, you’re not leaving our sight.” Steve said as you all ran through the hall. “We’re going to set up in bed and order in whatever you want.” He promised.

“That sounds perfect.” You sighed, leaning into his chest. You fell asleep in his arms and when you woke up next, you were in the boys bed in the tower. The two were protectively curled around you, making you smile. You were safe.

“Doll wake up.” Steve whispered, shaking your shoulder. Smiling sleepily at the two you sat up on the couch. It had been three years since the incident with HYDRA and the three of you had come out stronger as a throuple. 

For your safety you’d had to move into the tower, but you didn’t mind. It made you feel safe, and made your boys feel comforted knowing you were safe.

“Hi boys.” You said, stretching out. “How was the mission?” You asked, looking at up at the two.

“Boring.” Thor sighed, sitting on the couch and pulling you into his lap. “There was no action.”

“That’s a good thing.” Steve said, grabbing a plate of cookies off the table. “We’re supposed to want no action.”

“But it was boring. No thrill of crushing our enemies and the like.” Thor said excitedly.

“Have a cookie, honey, and tell me all about your boring mission.” You told the man who grinned largely. Steve sat on your other side and the two of you listened in amusement as Thor recounted the dull mission.

The three of you stayed on that couch, until the baked goods were gone and long after you woke up the next morning.

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