#i've been inspired by the song 'language of the lost'

[my-stories-vault]

Part 2 ~ Love and War.

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Y/N Singer; American Dean Winchester X English Y/N L/N; American Dean Winchester X American Y/N L/N; English Dean Winchester X English Y/N L/N

Blurb: You must've read a lot of enemies-to-lovers, let me show how someone can be your lover and enemy . . .

Warnings/Trigger Warnings (18+): language, gore, major and minor character deaths, break up, major angst, surprise ending, the Supernatural Wars (TSW) spoilers.

Song Inspiration: Love and War by Fleurie.

Challenge: This chapter is a surprise ending and a connecter to my three series, the Supernatural Wars, Purgatory Series, and another one that's in the works right now (find those stories from the links below)! The first chapter can be read as a standalone one-shot, but this chapter will have to be read as part of the series. Hope you enjoy 🥰❤️!

{ Series Masterlist ; Main Masterlist }

Love and War: Purgatory Bonus.

Sitting in the library, my ass felt like it had been stuck with a superglue to the chair; it almost hurt to sit in now.

I could've gotten up, fetched a good whiskey, and paced around a little; probably hit the training center or the garage or the gun range - anything that would prove soothing after the long day this was turning out to be - anything that could get me out of this goddamn research, out of wallowing in my misery.

See, we had a couple of teensy-weensy problems on our hands.

Firstly, we had been thrown into another frying pan that kids liked to call the apocalypse these days.

Secondly, monsters seemed to be turning up all over our radars these past few days, and almost all the hunters in America were running on back-to-back cases to save people. Something that even Sam and I had been doing when we found her.

Which makes my third point: Y/N.

So, she was basically this girl we found on the roadside, lying unconscious in the middle of nowhere; wearing ripped clothes, her skin smattered with bruises and scratches that made me think that she had gone ten rounds with a wild cat - whose personality she seemed to match. But here's what got our panties in a twist: she didn't remember anything sans her name.

She shouldn't have been a clinch in our plans to take up the Rugaru case up in the north, but here came the clinch.

I've seen her before. In Purgatory.

Hell, I've done more than "seen" her before. I've loved her. I've gotten my heart ripped out by her. And here she stands - without any recollection of what she did, or how she got here. Without realizing that she's the Brit who saved my life.

She had come adorning my amulet - a replica of what I had years ago. We didn't how she got it, she didn't know how she got it.

But, frankly, it didn't matter right now. All that mattered was that she has been messing with my goddamn mind since the first fucking moment she met me.

Now that I've finally found her again, I've promised myself that I wouldn't go through that again - I wouldn't let her go. There was something inside me that told me that if I lost her today, I would have to grieve her.

And I can't do that. Not again.

I was brought out of my reverie when a storming and determined Y/N rushed out with Sammy on her heels.

'Whoa, whoa, easy there,' I stood up with my hands raised.

She stopped dead in her tracks as if caught doing something illegal.

'What's going on?'

'She wants to go after Rowena,' Sam explained from behind her, towering over her.

'What, why?'

'I want to know what happened to them, Dean,' her accent bled into her voice, too strong - unlike the accent she had phased out or rather tried to, over the years when she lived in Purgatory but coming back here seemed to have brought it back full force.

'You lost me.'

She sighed as if speaking to an insolent kid. 'The book Rowena gave me. It contained a story of—of a far-away kingdom, two lovers, and seven regions. And . . . I just need know what happened to them! The pages where the end should be are missing!'

The gears in my mind turned. We had called Rowena after Castiel mentioned how her memories weren't gone by fluke - but it had been devised that way by someone. The only creatures powerful enough to do that were the witches, hence, the call to a certain redhead.

She handed Y/N the book to keep her entertained while she investigated the "subject" (in Rowena's words, even though I told her not to call Y/N that). A book that Y/N refused to return when Rowena left - the witch just waved it off by saying that she'd collect it when she came back with a solution for Y/N's amnesia.

Before I could formulate a response, Y/N was already rushing up the stairs.

'Hold on, you're not going anywhere!' I demanded, wondering how the hell she was even going to find the damn witch.

Moreover, it had been years since I last saw her, and yet, she seemed to be the only woman who seemed to put a smile on my face and ease on my heart. I can't see letting her go without, at least, some fucking explanation.

'Y/N, you don't have your memories yet. We don't know what dangers lie ahead of you if you leave this place.'

'I know, Sam,' she exclaimed, standing a few steps higher from where Sam and I were at the bottom of the metal staircase that led us outdoors. 'But I can't shake this feeling out of my head. I feel like I lived this story. I can't sleep until I've found out the climax of this book!' Not waiting for us to recover, she turned toe and climbed up the steps two at a time.

We followed suit, my annoyance with her stubborn recklessness burgeoning - why was she always like this?

'Whoa, I'm not ready to play "Finding Dory"! You're not walking out of here - end of discussion.'

My hand reached out to her elbow, brushing against the scar her shirt's sleeves weren't long enough to cover.

And what happened next was too fast that it almost didn't register with me.

She gasped, all the air rushed out of her; her eyes misting over and fading under the white sheet that seemed to draw over her outstanding e/c irises; and then her head lolled forward, her body free-falling - almost hitting the ground but my reflexes made me hold her.

Her head hit my chest over my heart with a soft thud, and her limbs lost all their energy as she went limp in my arms. Her eyes closed just as my voice called her name out in panic.

Oh, this cannot be happening to me right now!

Y/N bolted on the bed, seemingly overwhelmed with the events that had unfolded. I knew this was a bad idea as soon as it had been suggested.

My fingers automatically found hers, latching on as if my life depended on her (it did).

'Darlin', you okay?' the depths of my concern were endless, and my heart threatened to burst past my ribcage like in the cartoons - but just slightly more fatal to my health.

'Dean,' she breathed out shakily, her eyelids fluttered open and her shoulders slouched as she leaned forward to rest in my arms.

I held her gratefully, breathing out through my nose in relief; my lips brushed on her forehead.

'Dean, darling, oh, my God.'

'What is it?' I pulled back, trying not to let the panic cloud my thinking. 'How can I help?'

She shook her head, gazing in my eyes with so much hurt.

Suddenly, she jutted forward, landing her lips on mine in a shocking yet I-will-die-if-I-do-not-do-this manner. My eyes widened before they closed in submission, letting her take the lead as my hands found purchase on either side of her waist.

Sebastian cleared his throat awkwardly, 'Still here, you know.'

Y/N pulled away gasping like a fish out of water, gulping as red flooded her face. 'I'm sorry, Mr. Slay.'

He chuckled, 'No worries, Y/N. Did you get it?'

She nodded, her haphazard hands producing two necklaces she went to the alternate universe for.

One necklace was a sign of the secret relationship and love, given by a Dean to a Y/N, and the other necklace was an amulet.

There was only one another universe where Y/N and I's namesakes and lookalikes were royalty - there were more royal couple like ours, but some had different names, or different birthmarks, or something or the other that differed.

There was only one other royal couple like ours, and we needed their symbols of love for this case.

Something that required Y/N to bend through space and time with the assistance of a redheaded witch, an angel I could not find myself trusting, and a few more odds and ends.

I would have been against it had it not been Y/N's only chance of surviving against Michael, the archangel whose vessel I was supposed to be, but Y/N won't let me say "yes".

As grateful as I am to her for protecting me, I don't like the fact that this involves teaming with other factions.

'Can I?' Seb stepped forward with a tentative hand extended.

She handed it over, 'Please, be careful . . . I can't go through that again.'

He smiled softly, exchanging a look with me, 'I will be. You should sleep the jet-lag off, Y/N.'

The room vacated and I finally turned to her, her breathing just now starting to even out. Brushing a strand out of her face, I smiled softly at the love of my life.

'Are you okay?' I repeated.

Tears welled in her eyes, and she swallowed the mythic lump gathered in her throat. 'Do you . . . do you know what happened?'

I pursed my lips, 'Rowena gave me a rundown.' I grimaced, 'I heard the other Royal couple died - I can't imagine it might have been fun for you, my love.'

'It wasn't,' she pouted, looking really upset. She sniffled, 'It wasn't . . . It wasn't that I just went there, I hitched a ride in the Y/N's of the other Universes.'

'Universes? Plural?'

She nodded, pulling my hand till she had maneuvered me around her body - up and out of my chair and lounging behind her on the bed; my legs tangled with hers, arms tightening around what I now understood was a shivering frame, and she settled against my chest with her head laid down over my heart. She took a few moments as my fingers carded through her open locks.

She kissed my chest, making my heart skip a beat despite so many times she'd done it.

'Well, first, I went to that Royal Universe like we planned - I-I-I didn't even remember myself or who I was when I was there,' she shuddered. 'It was only until that other woman died because of that arrow . . . did I come alive in her body, until then I was trapped in the back of her mind like some damn demon possession gone right?' She shook her head, 'I don't even know.'

'Did it hurt? Dying?'

'A bit,' she sniffled, 'didn't feel most of it - but what was worst was seeing you dead - died in my fucking arms!'

'I'm not going anywhere,' I whispered into her hair, my arms constricting further like shrinking steel bands.

She made herself smaller, slinging her legs over my thighs till she was sitting on my lap and burying her face into the crook of my neck, breathing my scent in till she had calmed down more.

'Anyway,' she cleared her throat when she had found her voice again, her words muffled against my neck and tickling me a bit - but I closed my eyes and relished the feeling.

'I had asked Rowena for a failsafe. Told her to keep an eye on me - whichever world I went into. So, she protected me as much as could there, protected me from some damn Phantoms, or something. I killed Gordon, I think - everything's so hazy like I'm missing a key detail. Then . . . when I could have probably died with how weary and bled out that vessel had grown, she transported me to another universe.

'I don't know why this one in particular. But it was one where there was this American hunter - you, and Sam - and you looked at me like I had done something to you! Like you missed me or something . . . Obviously, my brain had been fried to the point where I couldn't even remember my own last name!

'So, I didn't know what that look was for back there. I was just this girl they picked on the side of the road, I guess. With these necklaces.'

'Did you hijack that Universe's Y/N, too? The American version?'

'I think so, yeah, yeah, I think I did. But in our struggle for control, we both ended up cancelling out each other's memories, and I kinda won? Um, I guess, yeah. So, it was my personality with no memories while the original host sat on the back burner . . . Talking to me? Screaming, maybe, I don't remember.'

'How did you get out?'

'Rowena,' she raised her hand to rub her face tiredly.

'Do you want to sleep first, darling?' I asked her gently.

'Just let me finish the story,' she insisted, even though her eyes were already half-closed. 'So, the Rowena of the second universe gave me a book of the exact same story I had experienced in the first Universe - her way of trying to give me "my memories" back. But the pages in the end were ripped, and I panicked, because my own memories were like, behind a wall or something, and they were begging me to come back, and—' I breathed in deeply, 'No, wait, I think I fought with—No, I don't - I don't know! It just didn't work, so I panicked more. I really wanted my memories to come back . . . I really wanted to come back and—' She cut herself off, 'Why don't I remember?'

'You're okay, Y/N. It's okay,' I whispered into her hair. 'You don't have to think about it now. You got what you went for.'

A pregnant pause.

'I thought I'd never see you again,' her bottom lip trembled, twisting my heartstrings.

'As long as I'm here, no one can get you. You hear me? I would have found you wherever you ended up,' I said with all my conviction.

She relaxed further in my arms, and the pride over eliciting that reaction from such a strong woman boosted my low self-esteem.

'Long story short, the American version of you touched this scar,' her index finger absent-mindedly dragged along the scar she had gotten when she fell from a tree while we were on a hunt - a scar that only one other Royal couple replicated, who were now dead. 'And my memories rushed back to me, and I got pulled into reality. Our reality.'

'Now you're here,' I promised quickly. 'You're not going anywhere.' After a beat and a frown of realisation, 'I thought . . . I thought you could only hijack people who were similar to us. How did you hack that American?'

'Well,' she licked her lips, eyes sealed shut by now, breathing getting shallower by the minute, and I knew this would be the last question she answered for now. 'The second universe . . . I think she was a dream-walker or something. Technically, she can live my life - if she scouts my noggin and all, lives vicariously through me. Plus, I don't know . . . there must be some kind of connection between her and I, right? Plus, she had this scar - the one that triggered my return - I'm sure there's an explanation.'

'Probably,' I murmured.

When I look down, Y/N has slipped into the bottomless recesses of her brain, sleeping soundly, finally calm against me.

The way this woman rules on my heart - I swear I could die for her.

A/N: Can I just say I love plot twists?

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@stanzie

[biblicallyaccuratefour]

(CW: somewhat nudity [SFW])

"do i know who i pretend to be? of whom am i a copy? yes it made me who i am, but i’ll never understand why it had to happen to me." /lyr

[crazyinlovewithbucky]

"My Girl"

Pairing: (tfatws)Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sam took Bucky clubbing one day to ease Bucky's tension and bad temper then Bucky met you and since the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew that he wanted you to be his girl.

Warnings: flufffffffff, smut, Sam & Bucky being sarcastic, alcohol, alcohol consumption, making out, nudity, dry humping, oral (f receiving), protected/unprotected sex, d in v sex, drunk friend, sergeant kink, Bucky being obsessive, lipstick stains and marks, cum eating, overstimulation, lots of fluff + smut.

This smut was somewhat inspired by the song Girl by The Internet (feat. KAYTRANADA)

AU/N: hey guys, I've been having the worst writer's block and I've been writing this piece for almost 3 months now. My job is taking all of my time and consuming my days that I barely have time to write so this is the reason why this piece might be a little longer (5.9K words) than my previous ones lol. Hope you enjoy it and I'd like to remind you that English isn't my first language so excuse if I misspelled or mispronounced anything.

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It was a somewhat normal Friday evening. Sam and Bucky just finished another successful mission in Europe, and they needed time to relax. Sam knew about that great club in New York and begged Bucky to come and blow off some steam. Eventually, Bucky agreed to drink, spend time with his best friend, and maybe see how people nowadays party. They entered the club and headed to the bar right away before the club owner himself came and greeted them and told them he had a private VIP table for them on the east side of the club. The two Avengers thanked him but wanted to have a few drinks at the bar first.

"Gosh, Steve would've hated this," Bucky shouted due to the loud music, feeling a little uncomfortable as he's not used to loud music, not used to people drinking and dancing around wildly like this, and also not used to crowded places like this. Sam laughed at his comment and gave him a glass of whiskey.

"Believe it or not, buddy. I brought Steve and Nat here a couple of times, and they didn't actually hate it. They were uncomfortable at first, yes. But after a few drinks, I kid you not, Steve almost went home with three blondies who promised to show him "how grateful they are for him saving the world" until Nat and I had to actually grab him by his shirt and drag him out of there." Sam chuckled while telling the story, and Bucky almost spat his drink out of his nose, laughing.

"Yeah Yeah. That does sound like Steve." Bucky kept chuckling as he swallowed the rest of his drink. He put the empty glass on the bar and asked the bartender for a refill. His eyes roamed the place, looking at the people on the dance floor, then his eyes landed on you.

You were dancing your heart out and wearing that new short, tight black dress that had no sleeves, feeling kind of tipsy from the three or four drinks you had. Your hair is all messed up from the heat of dancing, which made some of your baby hair stick to your forehead due to sweat. Bucky couldn't keep his eyes off of you; he didn't know why, but for him, you were so attractive, with that tight short dress hugging all of your curves perfectly, your hips and body swaying to the music, and your shiny, beautiful hair swaying and moving with your body too.

He kept staring at you, lost in your beauty until he felt a rough hand hitting his shoulder. "See something you like, Barnes?" Sam raised an eyebrow at him, following Bucky's intense gaze at you. "Go dance with her," Sam chuckled, pointing at you with his glass.

"No fucking way, Sam. I don't dance." Bucky took a deep breath and swallowed the refilled glass in just one sip. He put the glass again on the bar table and motioned for the bartender to refill it again. Somehow all that built-up and buried sexual energy in him started to resurface as he got reminded that the last time he had any sexual interaction with a woman was in the 1940s. He really needed to take it out of his system and ease that sexual tension inside of him. He knew that he had to do that one day or another. Hell, Sam even knew and noticed that too, as Bucky's anger issues and frustrations were getting out of hand and Sam had enough of this attitude. He thought that maybe with a few drinks and a nice night out, Bucky might be less tense. But when a pretty lady gets Bucky's attention and he starts to act all frustrated again, it all clicks for Sam now, as the reason behind Bucky's frustration is just built-up sexual energy. Poor Bucky hasn't gotten laid since the 40s; he must feel like a virgin now, Sam thought.

Bucky kept staring at you and the way your body moved to the music until he saw you moving toward him with one of your friends. You were headed towards the bar while laughing with your friend, and you moved and stood very close to him and shouted the names of some drinks for the bartender. He could smell you. You were sweaty as hell, but for him, you smelt so nice and sugary; your body and hair smelt like a mix of coconut and jasmine, and he loved it so much that his body stiffened and he stood straight, trying his hardest not to look at you and the way you kept scratching your scalp and flipping your hair from the heat you felt from dancing. You took out a scrunchie from your purse and tied your hair up in a messy ponytail, and he almost fell on his knees as he saw drops of sweat running down your neck. You were so hot and beautiful, he thought he'd lose his mind.

Sam was standing on the opposite side of Bucky and you, watching Bucky's reactions with a smirk. "Hey ladies, can we buy you some drinks?" Sam said this to you and your friend, startling you both out of your conversation. Your friend looked at him and Bucky and gasped loudly.

"Oh my god! You're the Avengers!" Your friend screamed, which made you get confused, and you looked carefully at Sam, then turned your head and found very hungry blue eyes looking back at you. Your mouth opened a little at the sight before you. You thought that this was literally the most beautiful and handsome man you'd ever seen in your whole life. You both kept holding that intense eye contact; you didn't realize you were so close to each other until your friend pushed your shoulder to grab your attention, and you almost fell on him. Bucky was quick, and he held you by your waist and helped you stand up straight, never breaking eye contact.

"Are you okay?" He said that as your heart kept beating so hard and loud, you were very nervous, as you had never had that much tension with anyone before—even your friend and Sam sensed it. You nodded your head at Bucky while smiling nervously, then tried to breathe normally as you felt like you were choking out of air. You also felt that strange sensation of tingling between your legs. You couldn't help it; as per lots of previous experiences, you were well aware that alcohol makes you horny. But alcohol plus the hottest man you've ever seen—that was too much for you, and you felt out of breath.

"Y-You don't need to buy us any drinks, we were actually getting those last drinks and leaving afterward," you said nervously to Sam as you held your friend's arm. You smiled with a nod at the bartender when she put the two drinks you ordered in front of you and your friend.

"What? Noooooo, Y/N, I wanna stay," your drunk friend whined. "You can do whatever you want to me, Mr. Falcon." Your friend flirted with Sam and touched his hand and squeezed it while winking at him, which made Sam blush and smirk at her.

"Oh, I think you had enough drinks already." You cringed at your friend, squeezed her shoulders, and pulled her away slowly to leave.

"At least, let us drive you home." Bucky's voice behind you said that, and your breath hitched. You were trying your hardest not to interact with this man because, you swear, you were so close to jumping on him and doing very unholy things to him.

"Y-You don't have to." Your voice was shaky, and you tried to keep your friend steady.

"But we want to. Please." He touched your arm softly, and you got goosebumps all over, feeling hotter, and that tingling feeling between your legs was more unbearable.

"Okay," that's all that you managed to say, as there's nothing on your mind now except for the various positions and ways he could fuck you with. Yes, you were that horny.

Sam got his wallet out and paid for his, Bucky's, and your drinks. You kept holding your friend, afraid she might trip and fall. Meanwhile, Bucky was walking beside you, guiding you to the main exit and shielding you from the crowd. He was very gentle and kind to you, and you just couldn't stop looking at his strong, veiny hands and imagining them wrapped around your neck.

By the time you got outside the club, Bucky had guided you and your almost knocked-out friend to the parking lot, where Sam was already waiting there next to the black SUV. Normally, you wouldn't ever consider going out or taking a ride with strange men you just met at the bar. This is a never-in-a-million-years action from you. But your cautious side left the room when you acknowledged that these are the actual Avengers and they couldn't ever hurt you. And if they did, you're going to make a hundred percent sure to sue their asses afterward. You smiled at yourself at that thought, and that caught Bucky's attention.

"What are you smiling at?" Bucky said to you as he smiled too. Your smile dropped immediately as he caught you off guard, and you felt so embarrassed. Of course, you're not going to tell him you were just thinking about suing him if he did something to you, and that made you smile. What the hell are you? A psycho?

"Ummm, nothing." You smiled awkwardly. "I am just a little drunk." And you awkwardly laughed. 'Gosh, can this get any weirder?' You thought to yourself. 

"Are you okay?" He said this in a concerned tone while opening the doors of the backseat in the car and guiding you and your friend in. You nodded at him with a smile, sat your friend carefully in the backseat, and seated yourself next to her. Bucky got in the passenger seat while Sam started driving and pulling out of the parking spot.

"So, do you ladies have a place, or are we going to drive all night?" Sam said this in a sarcastic tone while opening the Google Maps app on his phone. He gave the phone to Bucky to start typing your addresses in the search bar.

You laughed at Sam's question. "Yeah, but Y/F/N lives closer, so can we drop her off first, Mr. Falcon? Shit. Sorry. I mean Sam." You cringed at yourself for calling Sam Mr. Falcon like your friend did. You don't know if it's because you feel awkward, or the tension between you and Bucky, or the four drinks you had earlier.

Sam and Bucky laughed softly at Sam's new nickname, and that made you feel more awkward, and that made you laugh nervously. Bucky noticed that and said, "That's okay. I call him sometimes "Daddy Falcon," just like those girls on Twitter, just to tease him." 

"Hey man, what the hell? You promised you would not say that again. Why are you telling her, you freaky cyborg?" You laughed so hard at the way they speak to each other and their weird nicknames for each other.

"Wait, What? Cyborg? Is that your actual nickname?" You laughed at Bucky while your friend was napping silently with her head on your lap.

"No, actually Bucky is my nickname," he overstressed the word 'Bucky' while looking at Sam, giving him a death glare, which made you giggle more. "But Sam just loves giving me a hard time."

"What? Man, who's giving who a hard time with that "Daddy Falcon" bullshit? I ain't nobody's daddy." Sam said while focusing on the road. You can't stop giggling at this point.

"Whatever, Sam. I'm sorry, okay? Truce?" Bucky said to Sam, smiling and looking at you from time to time through the rearview mirror.

"Fine," Sam said while still looking at the road ahead and rolling his eyes at Bucky.

"Shit, can I put the location on the map? because I think we're close to her apartment." You snapped out of your laughter and motioned with your hand for Bucky to give you the phone and type in the location. Bucky handed you the phone, and you started typing in your friend's apartment location, which was only five minutes away from your current location. You handed the phone back to Bucky, and he started directing Sam to the location. *

You made sure your friend was comfortable and sleeping well in her bed after you took her shoes off, tucked her under the blanket, turned off the light, and left. Buck and Sam were waiting for you downstairs outside the car. You walked toward them and smiled, saying, "I'm so sorry guys, we've been such a huge burden on you tonight. I really appreciate your help and kindness. Thank you."

They both smiled at you, saying stuff like "Don't mention it", "It's okay," and "We're happy to help." The three of you went into the car again, and Sam started driving to your house. The distance from your friend's apartment to yours was around fifteen minutes, so you started chatting with them and getting to know them better. You learned that they were staying here at the Avengers Tower and that Sam is not from around here usually, but Bucky is from Brooklyn. He kept telling you about his life back then, in the forties, and how he was adjusting to this new world. You and Sam joked a bit about Bucky's age, but he didn't mind it. He actually laughed at some of your jokes.

You were startled by the voice of the GPS lady saying, "You've arrived at your destination," and you felt upset for leaving them too soon. You exchanged numbers with Bucky and Sam and promised them to hang out with them soon and have brunch.

Out of politeness, you invited them over to your apartment for some coffee, and Sam agreed right away, while Bucky was just thinking about it. You were kind of surprised by his immediate agreement, which made you question if they had other intentions towards you. But you brushed these thoughts away when you saw that kind, loving, and gentle look in Bucky's eyes when he looked at you.

As soon as you got out of the car and were guiding them to your building's entrance door, Sam stopped in his tracks and exclaimed loudly, "Oh shit man, I forgot." You and Bucky stopped and looked at him, worried.

"I promised Sarah I'd call her tonight, and I completely forgot. Man, I hate when this happens. She must be worried, thinking something happened to me or else. I've got to go. Sorry, Y/N. It was very nice to meet you. We'll catch up soon, okay?" He gave you a small hug and pulled away. “Sorry, Buck, I've got to head home. You have Uber on your phone, right? Remember, I taught you how to use it." He smirked and winked at Bucky, who was, by the way, giving him the most deadly glare ever as he connected the dots and figured out Sam's plan to leave you and him alone. "You finish that cup of coffee first. I think you need to sober up a little." He gave Bucky a small hug too and whispered something in his ear that you couldn't hear, even though you tried eavesdropping. "Again, Y/N, very nice to meet you. See you later. Bye." He sprinted to his car, went in, and started to drive off.

"Okay, so I think it's just the two of us then." You smiled at Bucky and turned your head away from him to open the building's door with your keys. You guided him inside and went to your apartment, which was on the third floor. You opened the door to your apartment, invited him in, and apologized for the mess, which was not so messy, but you just felt awkward. Especially in the presence of him and the fact that both of you were finally alone in the privacy of your own house, which made the very unholy thoughts about him grow wilder.

You both took off your jackets and sat on the couch. You excused yourself to go make the coffee, but as soon as you stepped into the kitchen, you forgot that you ran out of coffee this morning and that you were supposed to go buy some the next morning. You cursed at yourself and felt so embarrassed. You went back into the living room and found him texting on his phone. Little did you know that he was texting Sam "very uncool" for what Sam did and for that lame excuse to leave you both alone.

When he noticed you were in the living room with empty hands and pouting lips, he asked if everything was okay. "I forgot I ran out of coffee this morning; I'm sorry." You pouted your lips and dropped your shoulders. He smiled at how cute you looked right now. "I have tea if you like." You smiled at him, and his gaze turned so softly toward you.

"Tea would be great. Thanks." He said it, smiling. You hopped on your feet, turned, and went to the kitchen, making tea for you and him. After six or seven minutes, you returned with two hot mugs of tea. You handed him his mug and sat next to him on the couch.

You started chatting and talking about everything and anything. Despite all the talking and chatting, without your awareness, you both started to get closer to each other. It was like your bodies were magnets for each other. The tension thickens, and both of you can't help but stare at each other's lips while talking, drinking tea, or doing anything else. You noticed that he licks his lips before saying anything, and he noticed how you bite your lips when you're concentrating on what he's saying or when you're staring at his lips.

After an hour or so of talking, you noticed that you were so close to him now that you could feel his hot breath on your face and how he was controlling all your senses now, with his hands touching your leg, his musky and minty scent surrounding you, and his blue eyes gazing softly at you. You were snapped back to reality when you became aware that you both hadn't said anything for the past ten minutes, and you even forgot who stopped talking first or who said the last word. You were just staring and looking at each other with very hungry eyes for one another.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered while looking at your lips with his lustful blue eyes. Your heart skipped a beat at what he said as you became too excited and became more aware of the wetness growing between your legs.

You nodded as you tried your hardest to hide your grin. "Words, Honey. I need to hear you." He said this while looking at your eyes, then moving his gaze to your lips again as he moved his hand up and held your chin up while moving his thumb on your lip, pulling the bottom lip down and freeing it from between your teeth. You didn't notice; you were biting your lips the whole time.

"Yes, please." You whispered, but it came out more as a whine. He smashed his lips against yours. Kissing you passionately and hungrily. He poked and licked your lips with his tongue, asking for permission, which you happily granted him, and you opened your mouth to him so he could devour you more with his kisses and tongue.

You were so lost in the moment and in him, and you kept tugging and pulling his shirt, asking and wanting more. He pushed you down on the couch with his body and laid on top of you, making out with you fiercely. Needing you more than you need him. You started lazily pulling his shirt up while bending and lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist. You felt his erection poking and rubbing your inner thighs, which made you moan into his mouth.

He pulled away and started taking his shirt off while you were lifting your short dress up to your hips and waist, exposing your black lace underpants. Suddenly, you felt like you were rushing into things, and the situation between you two escalated too quickly. You don't want him to have the wrong idea of you, just as you don't want this to be a one-night stand. You want more. You want him to be yours.

"I-I just want to say that I don't do this at all." You said this while panting from the heat of it all and from that passionate make-out you just had.

"Do what?" He frowned and was confused. He thought you were backing out, and he was just embarrassing himself by taking his shirt off, thinking there could be more to this.

"I don't take guys I meet in the club home and sleep with them; I don't do one-night stands." You helped yourself sit up with your elbows while he was sitting and straddling you.

"I don't do one-night stands either." He smiled at you and cupped your cheeks as he kept moving his thumb on your lips. "I just can't help myself around you and can't help how my body reacts to you. I never had this feeling or attraction to anyone before." He pushed you down and started kissing your exposed neck. "Fuck, you're so beautiful. I've never seen such a beauty like yours before." He looked into your eyes while grinding his hardened length into your clothed core. You moaned slightly, which was an opportunity for him to bury his tongue in your mouth again. 

"Can you be mine for tonight?" He groaned against your mouth while still grinding into you. "Can you be my girl for tonight?" He started leaving wet and sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone, moving down to your chest.

"Yes, please, Bucky. I'm your girl." You moaned and wrapped your legs around his waist again while your hands kept rubbing and playing with his hair.

You noticed the scars on his left shoulder near his metal arm, and you suddenly remembered who he really is and his dark past. You wanted to reassure him, so you started kissing the scars on his shoulder and paying more attention to them. "You are perfect, Bucky. So perfect, I could just eat you." You said this to him while grinning and tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. You could clearly see his gaze soften and his cheeks turn bright red as he chuckled shyly.

"Look who's talking." He smiled and started kissing you passionately again. "Can we take this to the bedroom, plum?" He kissed your cheek and kept moving down, kissing your neck and collarbone.

"I was about to tell you that. The condoms are in the bedroom, anyway." You said that out of breath. You felt his arms wrapping around you and hugging you tight to his chest as he pulled you up in his arms and held you tight as he stood up, and you directed him to your bedroom while filling his neck with kisses and noticed the red marks of your ruined lipstick on him. You took a look at his face and found his mouth all smeared with red lipstick. You smiled at that sight. "This shade looks very flattering on you, Sergeant Barnes." You giggled and swiped your thumb on his lips while cupping his cheek in your palm as he was smiling like an idiot at you.

He turned on the light in your bedroom and threw you gently on the bed. He threw himself on you after taking off his dark pants, while you removed your ruined dress and threw it on the floor, leaving the two of you bare-chested. You kept making out more with him while he kept grinding his length on your clothed cunt and moaning in each other's mouths. "Can I?" he panted as he hooked his fingers on the elastic band of your underpants, asking for permission to take them off.

"Yes, please." You breathed out and lifted your hips off the bed, making it easier for him to take them off. He removed it gently and threw it across the room. He placed both of his hands on your knees and opened your legs widely. He gasped a little at the picture in front of him—your soaking wet cunt bared to him as you're fully naked underneath him with your perfect-rounded breasts moving up and down because of your panting and your perked nipples being so tempting for him to just suckle on them all night long. His mouth was open, and his eyes were full of nothing but hunger and lust as if he were eating your body with his gaze.

"Fuck, you're perfect." His hands slipped so nicely and easily from your calf up to your hips, and he started circling your sensitive bud with his thumb. "I want you to be my fucking girl forever." He started kissing your body all over. From your hips to your arms to your belly button to your breast, he kept sucking on your nipples for a little bit. All of that while his metal hand never left your cunt, as he kept rubbing it and toying with your sensitive clit with his fingers. "If you let me in, doll, I don't think I'd ever be able to leave." He looked into your eyes while saying that.

Seeing the look on his face and the way his eyes were lost in yours, you got the feeling that it wasn't just some dirty talk and that he actually meant it. "Then don't leave, sergeant. Make me yours." You pulled him in for a long, deep kiss that left you both out of breath. You gasped loudly as you felt his finger enter your hole suddenly and stretch your it.

He pushed another finger in and kept pumping them slowly inside of you, curving and scissoring them and stretching you.

You can't control your need for him and his throbbing cock inside of you, as you can already feel it nudging your inner thigh and feel the wetness caused by the precum. "Sergeant, please, I need you. Stop teasing." You whined and pushed your hips up a little, signaling to him how desperate and needy you are for him.

He chuckled and asked you about the location of the condoms, and you motioned to him their location in the drawer of your bedside table. He lifted his body from on top of you, took off his boxers, and went to the condom drawer. He took some, threw them on the bed next to you, took one in his teeth, unwrapped it, and put it on his cock.

You looked at the four or five extra condoms next to you and looked at him, confused, with an evil grin on your face. "Don't worry, plum. You're my girl now, remember? And tonight, I get to fuck my girl as much as I want. And I really want to keep you impaled on my cock all night long. Is that okay with you, doll?" He was massaging your inner thighs and mirroring your evil grin.

"Yes, sergeant. I'm all yours to fuck." You teased back and opened your legs more, giving him more access. He smirked at you and lined up the head of his cock with your entrance. He started to push in slowly while you wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him closer, which made him push half of his cock into you. You cried out at the burn and stretch of his cock, which you thought was carved by the gods because of how magnificent and big it is. 

He pushed his cock into you until he bottomed out. You felt so full that if he switched the angle, he'd be able to touch your cervix with the head of his cock. He was that deep in your cunt. "You're so tight, doll. So perfect for me. Fuck, I won't last long." He groaned as he started moving and thrusting slowly. You just can't control your moans or cries at that moment, and you don't care. His name was falling out of your mouth like a prayer as he picked up the pace and started to thrust faster and deeper.

He lifted your legs up and placed them on his shoulders. This new position made him go even deeper, and as you thought, his cock is hitting your cervix and that deep spot in you that makes you scream like a woman possessed. He hugged your legs with his left arm, and the other one was pressed against your lower stomach while his thumb was moving in circles on your swollen clit. You were so close, and your throat started to itch and soar from your uncontrollable screams and cries. You've never been fucked that good, you thought to yourself. He was hitting all the right spots, moving at the perfect pace, and just being irresistible enough to make you fall in love with him. He stole your breath away from that first glance at the bar, but now? Now he was fucking you like he knew you, your spots, and what you wanted and liked. It's like you were made for each other.

Your orgasm crashed into you suddenly, and by then you were just a whimpering mess. Bucky didn't stop and kept fucking you through your orgasm, making it last longer and focusing on pleasuring you more. You were clenching around his cock like crazy, and he kept moaning and whimpering like a teenage boy losing his virginity for the first time. He snapped and emptied his load inside of you as his thrusts got sloppier. "Fuck, doll, I think the condom broke." He noticed that when he looked at where your bodies were connected and saw that big cut on the head of the condom. He chuckled softly and looked at you.

You pulled your legs down from their positions on his shoulder and lifted yourself up on your elbows to see how it broke. "What the hell? How did that happen?" You were panting, then you looked at him and chuckled at that dumb accident.

"I don't know. Maybe because of how hard and fast I was going and with your cunt choking my cock like a vase, I'd say I'm surprised it snapped like this instead of being taken off by the pressure." He giggled, moved his head down, and kissed you. "But don't worry doll. I got you." He pulled himself out of you and moved down your body until he was face-to-face with your swollen cunt. "I'll make sure you get all cleaned up." He said this before lapping and licking your mixed white liquid. Which didn't help your oversensitivity and made you get overstimulated quickly.

"God, Bucky, I'm going to cum again." You cried out, pulled on his hair, and pushed your hips up a bit, almost riding his face. He hummed and groaned while sucking your clit and shaking his head. That made you fall off the edge quicker and you came and gushed all over his face.

He didn't stop until he cleaned you up of everything, and you kept twitching and shaking from the overstimulation, but it felt too good to tell him to stop. After he fulfilled his promise and got you all cleaned up with his tongue, he pulled away and threw himself on the bed next to you after taking you in his arms first and hugging you closely. You lifted your leg over his and hugged him back. You both kept cuddling for a while in your bed, trying to catch your breath while looking at each other and smiling like stupid kids.

"Thank you." He said it softly and kissed your forehead. while stroking your arm gently.

"For what?" You smiled in confusion and looked deeply into his hazy blue eyes.

"I'll tell you later, but now my girl needs to rest for a while because I'm not done with her yet." He tickled you, and you both were laughing and enjoying each other's presence so much that you didn't want to leave each other for one second, and your hands couldn't get off one another.

Of course, the rest of the night you spent it talking and learning more about each other, and to take a break from all the talking and trauma dumping, you kept fucking like rabbits. You don't know how or when it happened, but you fell deeply in love with him and wanted him to actually be yours. 

The next day, you woke up and found him making breakfast in your kitchen. You were so happy to find him discovering things in your kitchen and making food, and you wished silently to wake up every morning to this sight. Later, while you both were eating breakfast, he asked you out on a date and told you how much he liked you, enjoyed your company, and wanted to be your boyfriend. You agreed immediately and kept making out with him for the rest of the day until he had to leave because of an emergency meeting that occurred in the tower. You found it so hard to let him go and kept clinging to him, even when he was getting dressed, but he promised he'd come right back to you once he finished the meeting. You eventually agreed to let him go, and he told you he'd take you out for dinner tonight as your first official date. You gave him one last passionate kiss, and he left.

Later on, and after hundreds of dates and dating for almost a year now, he finally told you what he meant by thanking you after you both hooked up for the first time ever. He explained to you how this was his first time having sex since the forties, how he had that built-up sexual tension and frustration that almost made him lose his mind, and he started to feel insecure because of that, and how it all changed when he slept with you for the first time, and how you made it so easy for him and let him get back to his old self and feel like the old Bucky again, whom he thought was dead since that moment he fell off that train in Europe. Your relationship with Bucky was the best thing that ever happened to the two of you. You both changed each other, helped each other grow, and found out what being in love is actually like. He literally said "I love you" after the third week of being together and during a very hot love-making session, which was the best sex you've ever had in your life. Bucky was the best lover you could've asked for, and you were so grateful for him and for that night out with your friend in that Manhattan club that you were reluctant to go to in the first place. It was fate that brought you together.

[cozycottagetarot]

What Do They Daydream About You?

How To Pick A Pile:

Everyone has their own technique for choosing a 'pile'. My recommendation is to clear your mind and focus on each image for a few seconds. The image you find yourself coming back to even when you focus on the other images is the pile for you.

Quick notes on this reading:

I'm experimenting with a different style. -- I've been working on shorter, less structured, formal pacs (and some longer ones). I'm not sure how I feel about it but I'd like to hear your thoughts too!

I apologise for any errors. -- My immune system and I have literally been at war for weeks, so know if there are any errors, I probably missed it while wincing in pain. 😅

It's purely for entertainment purposes. -- Don't think I need to explain more. Take what resonates be it all of it, some of it or none at all.

PILE 1

14:44 as I pulled the last card, maybe 444 is of importance to you at the moment. Knight in shining armour vibes. Noble acts or intentions of just sweeping you off your feet. Introducing you to their friends and or family. Daydreams of big celebrations of being with you, internally and externally. For some, they daydream about celebrating the news of having a child with you. Finding peace after long struggles... starting anew with you. Domestic bliss, as in chilling at home with someone you love, not doing much of anything. Or simply enjoying the mundane tasks together. Going for walks. Having a cup of tea or coffee together. Peppering your skin with kisses... maybe physical touch is their love language. The ghost of their fingertips on your skin. Heart-to-heart conversations. Falling into a routine with you. The magic of embarking on new beginnings with you.

PILE 2

North Star Vibes. Holding out hope that they make it to you. Trying to make life better so they can show up for you. They daydream about how you make them stronger, about you being a good influence on them. It's like the thought of you soothes them when they're struggling. Dreaming that happiness is coming in the form of you. Lots of fiery energy. You're a symbol of hope. Rediscovering what they had lost with you. Feels like someone who has been through a lot. Playfulness. Daydreaming about you is embodying those feelings that seem long forgotten. I know I keep repeating the same thing over and over, but I'm not getting anything more than that (even when I go back to the literal meaning of the cards) so I pulled some love messages. There's the cards 'twin flame', 'finding myself' and 'still listening'. My interpretation is that daydreaming about you holds a mirror up to themselves which inspires them to look deeper within and figure out what they want and who they want to be. They could also find solace in music, they may have a song or playlist that makes them feel more connected to you.

PILE 3

If you were drawn to pile 2, consider checking out that pile as well too. 333. The number 3 could hold some sort of significance.

Dreaming of an equal. Someone to keep them balanced and bring a new perspective. They could feel as though (or know) some kind of scrutiny is possible, but they spend their time dreaming of overcoming it. There could be cultural differences or for some it's a matter of being in a same-sex relationship or anything that goes against what may be more commonly accepted. If it's of any significance, the red string of fate (two different decks mention it). Power couple vibes. Being able to maintain a sense of youthfulness in the relationship. Someone who won't try to take advantage of them, who'll push them to be better and vice versa, who'll look out for them. Someone to heal with and understand that they are still healing. They could dream of having a child with you or starting a family in whatever format that may look like to both of you. Daydreams of warmth & protection. Giving and receiving. You could possibly meet at a concert or connect over music.

PILE 4

I did a repull to make sure I was reading the cards right (it was stormy) and the same cards came out after reshuffling (minus one card). I feel like this person has been reborn. Who they were is not who they are now (or when you meet them). They could daydream of being divinely guided towards you. Someone spiritual or religious. At the very least finding a connection with something (a concept) greater than them. Daydreams of being guided towards happiness. They had a teardown and rebuild of who they are. They could be from a different location, you could meet when travelling across a large body of water. It feels like they're dreaming of coming in hot. They're paving the way for their happy ending. Take it as you will, but instead of a 'damsel in distress' (regardless of gender, it's just women on the cards depicting forging on) type of story, it's one of those ones where it's like "you know what, I'll save myself and I'll chase after my happy ending". Actually, I get a-spec vibes as well and that this person could be a platonic love or a strong platonic bond. It could even be you respectively. But the energy is one of being inspired and ever-lasting bonds. A new resolve, coming home to oneself, resting in the knowledge that the future is going to be good because you'll make it so.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA/WIBTA for attempting to learn ASL for a girl I like?

I work at a bar right off campus of my university and regularly perform (sing) when there aren't enough performers or acts to get us through a night. I like singing and making a big show, so this is fun for me. Also, this bar isn't strictly a queer/sapphic bar, but a lot of us are WLW and it's pretty well known around town so performing definitely gets me a lot of attention from a pretty quiet part of the queer community, if that makes any sense.

Anyways, there's this girl who also works at the bar, I'll call her Bri, and she's deaf. She's pretty good at reading lips, so we've had conversations before, but really we just see each other around. She works in the back on like numbers and business stuff (I honestly have no idea what she does) but she'll come out and watch me perform sometimes. She has such a nice smile and the way she's able to focus and pay such apt attention to anything she needs to is so inspiring. Basically, I like her a lot.

I live in the Inland Empire, so getting ASL lessons was super easy. I've been going since the semester started a little over a month ago and I'm really proud of the progress I've made. I haven't attempted to talk to Bri yet, I want to get better, but I've talked to some of my friends/coworkers about how I'm learning ASL for her and am planning on doing a live ASL interpretation of Oh Darling by the Beatles when I get good enough (Bri commented that she liked my performance of the song, so I wanted to bring it back.)

Jesus Christ this is long anyways I was telling people about my plan thinking they'd compliment me for being cute and romantic and like try to help me surprise her but instead, everyone told me I was being insensitive to her disability and tokening her by making her deaf-ness so central to my attraction to her. I didn't think I was doing this, I thought this was more of a gesture to show how I like her despite our communication barrier? I don't know, I've started really overthinking it.

Another thing I've started wondering is if doing this performance (which I've already started working on) would be manipulative since I've never outright asked Bri if she likes me, even though I'm 1000% sure she does, she asks about me and we get along and yeah I'm really sure she does but I guess I don't know for absolute sure so on the chance that she doesn't like me, would this whole thing be a way of me pressuring her into liking me since I've put so much effort in without telling her?

I'm really lost. I really like this girl and I want to do something big and grand. I've also really fallen in love with American Sign Language and the process of learning it. The idea of making Bri uncomfortable because I don't know what it's like to be deaf/have a disability is really making me rethink all of this. Any advice please.

What are these acronyms?

[mischiefmaker615]

A song to inspire for Loki oneshot:

Villain - Song by Bella Poarch

Song Request/Inspiration: "Villain" by Bella Poarch

Rating: *WARNING* this may or may not be the darkest i've written ever, or in awhile. the demon has stolen my pen. please do not read if you are triggered because it is *grape* themed if you know what i mean. 

Summary: "I'll be the villain tonight" inspired. Loki misses his old self and Y/N just so happens to be the very one to inspire him.. unintendedly. 

The door made a quiet click, raising a brow from Y/N yet she still didn’t bother to turn around, holding the same disinterested expression as usual. It was probably yet another interrogator set to try to gain answers she still didn’t intend to give out- thus sending away anther failed agent back to the TVA.

This has been perhaps the fifth attempt now, some sessions lengthy, some short- but each agent that came in normally always left disappointed, or disappointed and bleeding. Which is why it didn’t take many sessions before the decision was made to keep her hands cuffed behind her while she sat in her chair. the table had to be removed as well, which had been made into a make-shift weapon with a simple kick.

It’s been nearly two weeks before the TVA finally got to the point where they had to bring in their newest expert, whom stayed by the door just behind her with his eyes practically burning a hole through her head.

‘’you’re not fooling anyone.’’ Her words came out calmly, not even bothering to turn around to face him with her eyes settled on the wall across from her.

Loki could be heard holding in a chuckle, his fingers laced behind his back while he continued to take in her form from what he could see. ‘’and why exactly do you feel like I am trying to fool you when we haven’t even started yet?” he challenged.

His eyes seemed to fall down, taking in the length and texture of her beautiful, loose hair. Her shoulders were tense and back, her pride and dignity definitely showing through her body language. The chair was thin, not so much comfortable and left a good view of her hips and hints of the shape of her ass even through her TVA jumpsuit. Somehow even that seemed to show off her shape in which he didn’t dare move in front of her yet.

These things took delicate time.

‘’it’s your vibe. Your energy is trying to make yourself scary, in charge, intimidating, but it’s just making you look far more like a..’’ she finally glanced over her shoulder, her eyes piercing his own but with the look of amusement and being totally unintimidated. ‘’pussycat.’’

Loki’s face had changed as quickly as he could to be unreadable, but he was sure she had already caught a glimpse of his admiring expression as she had glanced over at him. her vibrant e/c eyes almost had him captivated, hating how quickly she had turned back around before he could really get the urge to get lost in them.

‘’..so you used to work for them.’’ He said in a statement but it still sounded more like a question while he noted her term Mobius had called him once or twice before. It couldn’t have been a coincidence.

‘’indeed, files and all. you were quite the popular case at one point around here until you lost New York.’’ She failed hiding a smirk, glancing over her shoulder again but found he was already passing her side in a slow walk, his eyes trained on her while she followed his. ‘’I had high hopes for you, I truly did.’’

She was even more beautiful up close, her words of reminiscing intriguing him and succeeded in bringing back memories of that time where he had quite indeed brought a piece of Midgard to its knees at one point.. even if it was brief. Did she approve of it? She didn’t necessarily seem to scold him- not that it would have any effect on him.. that wasn’t like him anymore to care.. he wasn’t that god from before..

‘’you praise that version of me?’’ he couldn’t help but ask, curiosity quite quickly winning over his professionalism to stay on track and be the one to ask questions instead.

Not one person had willingly followed him, on his quest for New York. Why did she seem to be? No.. this had to be one of her tricks before she would strike. Most agents came out bruised or bleeding, there was no way he was going to fall for any of her.. female powers she may try, even if she had won him over the moment he had taken in her scent once the door had clicked shut.

Still, he did remember those days. How fun it had been.. to let loose, to act upon instinct and have his own control. Everything had been his, everyone had been listening, seeing, doing.. blood.. so much blood.. it was all necessary to get where he needed to be and having gotten to where he wanted to be had been.. exhilarating..

‘’it was the thought that counted. You hoped to help a failing race, you did it- briefly, or some part of it. And you knew how.’’ She told him carefully, her expression having changed to unreadable as his once he was fully standing before her, just a few steps away from each other. Her legs were spread, taking advantage of the outfit benefits of comfort if she had to be wearing it and he didn’t mind whats so ever.

It hugged her body perfectly where his eyes dared to dip down past her neck briefly before flicking back up as if she hadn’t noticed. She did. He didn’t necessarily care either, most of his gentleman ways warned him that he needed to stick to the job, and being presented a female, he had to abide by the delicate rules and be chivalrous. He was a prince after all, and strived in the ways he had treated many flowers in his lifetime with respect and gentlemanly care.. but something else in him had been reminded of his old ways..

The ways back in New York.. the part of him that was in control.. full control.. he could do whatever he wanted, control and take whatever he wanted.. how easy it could be for him to just do..

‘’aggression.’’

The word had her brow raised, having taken on a small glare after apparently noticing his wondering eyes and now labeled him as like one of the rest. ‘’excuse me?” she asked with halfhearted interest.

‘’you said I knew how, and I’m telling you.’’ He told her simply before his lips tugged up into a smirk. ‘’aggression.’’ He told her, his voice having dropped a bit lower and it would seem his expression had changed as well. ‘’humans end to only listen to harsher actions. It starts off as children- spare the rod, spare the lesson, as they are told. Then it follows them to when they are adults, words do count. Harshness gains attention, forms character and can be used to hold attention and order. My methods only followed your own, you people just tended to become.. sensitive over the past decades.’’

His skin tingled, almost like some buzz and adrenaline had entered his body while his fingers tightened in their hold behind his back. His long, brown jacket suddenly felt a bit tight while he mildly rotated his shoulders to release some of the tension. ‘’while we are on the subject darling, I do believe we have strayed away from the point.’’ He mockingly tsked, her body noticeably tensing while she sensed his vibes again.

This time it was different. She could feel the energy in the room getting thicker, darker almost where she felt her back pressing more into the chair- almost subconsciously trying to create distance from him. her eyes were careful while she watched him, face strained a bit while she pushed down any emotional indication while he stared down his nose at her. almost like they already had a conversation without words, she leaned forward carefully with the most serious expression she could muster.

‘’..I’m not telling you anything.’’

‘’as you���ve quite established with your own vibes, darling.’’ he smirked, having leaned down a bit to almost be nose to nose with her as she had challenged him.

What was happening.. he felt new.. fresh, like some part of him had come back alive after having been buried deep down once he had chosen this life in the TVA. Almost as if he was.. back in New York.. she, on the other hand, had quickly changed her demeanor- as much as she tried to hide it. It was almost as if she had sensed his change, how his old self seemed to have come back alive compared to the Loki version she had seen just a moment ago. Her tough exterior was not one to match someone who was serious enough to kill to gain property.

‘’but I’m sure there are several ways to get you to give me what I need, I’m sure the others haven’t thought of yet.’’ He smirked, his body having relaxed and clearly was in no hurry while he straightened to his full height.

There was a delicate green hue that had flashed within his eyes, raising suspicion in her own before she followed his gaze and glanced behind her. the single, small window that remained in the center of the door had a green glaze over it, the same color as the one that had been Loki’s eyes a moment ago and she knew by his awaiting smirk, he had something to do with it.

‘’blocking the view of the window won’t scare me variant. Unless you are trying to hide your own embarrassment from being another failed agent trying to get something out of me-‘’

‘’oh no darling, you are going to try to get something out of me.’’ He smirked, his voice having gotten darker and lust seemed to have taken over his gaze while he moved his hands forward to shed the jacket off his shoulders and placed it aside on the floor. The buttons of his shirt seemed to strain with the white shirt’s fabric with his movements, his toned muscles clearly being the culprit.

‘’what are you talking about?” she asked with a glare, her voice matching her expression while she subconsciously closed her legs with her eyes flashing at his muscles forearms while he rolled up his sleeves.

‘’you ask many questions for one who plans on not telling me anything.’’ He smirked. ‘’perhaps we’ve gotten to the good start sooner than I had thought.’’ He mocked before he straightened, hands in front of him clasped while he looked down his nose at her barely a foot away.

Her eyes rose, already leaning back in the chair where she couldn’t much accommodate without having to lean to the side a bit. Her body reminded her that getting up and away was an option, perhaps shooting a punch forward into his crotch was necessary, but her brain reminded her that if she failed to injure the god- who could take far more than the mortals she had been dealing with, the consequences could be serious.

It may have seemed that he could read her thoughts, because in the next moment, his hand shot out to her forehead, pressing his palm flat against her smooth skin before a zap seemed to have shot at her, throwing her head back in a mild whip lash while Loki raised his palm in almost a surrender position. ‘’I wouldn’t plan to hurt me if I were you.’’

Y/N’s moved her body to lean forward, almost looking ready to shoot out of the chair while the cuffs cut mildly into her skin with her fast movement ‘’what the fuck was-‘’

‘’a simple spell, the buzz and tingle will fade in a moment. Its for prevention, encase you try to do something stupid.’’

‘’so you’re afraid.’’ She sent him a small smirk, the only thing she could really do to try to gain her demeanor while she looked up at him. a protection spell.. she didn’t call any bluffs, she knew if he was willing to get to this point, than what he just did had to be real. If she tried to bite, kick, punch- cause any type of harm towards him, than there was no doubt the spell would inflict her pain beyond imaginable. That fear alone, was enough to block out any thoughts of attempts.

‘’no, but it’s usually best to rid of the nuisance if it can be.’’ He smirked before he kicked the chair out from under her, causing her to fall on her side, a yelp leaving her lips with the awkward position she was in with her hands cuffed.

‘’are you going to ask me a question or are you just going to be a dick?” she snapped, rolling to get on her knees with a wince and her eyes glared daggers up at him.

‘’would you be willing to answer the question darling or shall we continue with what I have planned?” he smirked, knowing she wasn’t going to dare ask but saw the curiosity and hesitation in her eyes while his eyes seemed to glow green again.

‘’ask.’’ She snapped, rolling her shoulders a little from the soreness while she sat on her heels.

‘’what is the location of Agent 615?” he asked carefully, narrowing his eyes while his hands rested at his knees, leaning down nose to nose with her as if speaking with a child.

‘’go fuck yourself.’’ She snapped, her own amused look flashing in her eyes where she eternally cursed herself for being stubborn. She couldn’t betray her commander, but she knew her answers could be adjusted to affect her punishment.. it was just difficult when she felt fear to whatever had overcome Loki. It would seem he was.. enjoying this.. so it seemed like, even if he didn’t necessarily show it on his face.

‘’I always could,’’ he shrugged, his voice calm while he stood up to his full height and raised a hand before waving it once in a shooing position.

The feeling of two slender hands on her shoulders with a firm grip was enough to make her jump, the being keeping her in her kneeling position before she quickly looked up. Looking down at her with the same smirk on his face, was an identical Loki- same clothes and everything as the one that stood before her. his grip told her she wasn’t going to move from this position and her body finally began struggling to get him off while her eyes moved towards the first one.

‘’what the hell kind of tactic is this- your trying to scare me into it?? This is against the TV-‘’

‘’what makes you so concerned with the TVA’s rules when you’ve broken and ditched them yourselves? Any tactic should be fair game since you are the one who supports such behavior.’’ Loki smirked, taking a small step towards her while she continued to struggle to stand.

‘’I don’t support this-‘’

‘’you support the old me, my darling. the one who demanded control, aggression, power, and order for this realm. Used all of them to gain it. Yet when it becomes quite personal, it is wrong? I don’t believe you have officially picked your side love. You need to be on one side with no foot in the other door. Now, I will give you a chance to tell me where agent 615 is, once you have given me the correct answer, my methods shall stop. Are we clear?”

‘’your sick-‘’ she spat, not exactly sure what tactics we was referring to before she saw his hands move down to the zipper of his pants.

‘’I feel more like myself than I ever have darling, and it is all thanks to you.’’ He sighed with the grin on his face, the other Loki moving a hand to grip the area between her neck and shoulder, keeping her down in a bruising grip while the other hand moved around to cup her jaw from under, raising her chin up with his thumb and pointing finger adding pressure to open her mouth.

‘’wait- I can be reasonable.. there’s a branch- one the TVA hasn’t-‘’

‘’remember darling, give me the location and my methods shall stop.’’ Loki reminded almost to calmly, his heart racing in acceleration while his eyes looked down at her through half lids with lust.

‘’the branch is- mmph!’’ her words were muffled when he slowly slid his cock into her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat before he paused, not wanting to block her airway while half her mind tried to fathom how impossibly large he was and how all of this could be happening to her.

‘’gods- you feel divine..’’ he breathed, his eyes fluttering closed while he raised his head to fall back, his hand moving to the top of her head to keep her still. Her muffles merely just sending vibrations against him, triggering him to rock his hips back and forth while his body shuddered with pleasure ‘’darling if you keep trying to speak, your only going to turn me on more..’’ he chuckled while he looked down at her with her glare and tear pricked eyes.

‘’are you ready to tell me darling?” he asked calmly though his body was screaming with pleasure and he’s hardly even moved yet. Still, she nodded which only opted to brush her tongue up against him and tighten his fingers in her hair.

‘’I am going to need a verbal confirmation darling, these government things are very specific.’’ It was almost as if his voice was trying to hold back a laugh, seeing the slight widening of her eyes while she made the attempt to speak, squeezing her eyes shut as he tightened her hold in her hair to prevent her from pulling back and doing so.

Her muffles may have sounded like she was giving him the actual answer, perhaps she was, the relief on her face seemed to confirm like she had and he sensed no lies within her. ‘’I do not believe I caught that darling, you are going to have to speak up.’’

There was a very mild pressure in her jaw, one where it would be easy to miss while her eyes nearly spoke for her. she was trying to bite him, her jaw aching with the attempts to try to fight the mere burning sensation in her jaw that prevented her from going through with it until she had to stop. It hurt so bad, her eyes squeezing shut to try to block out the pain that merely seemed to have her temporarily forget that Loki was face fucking her until she reopened her eyes while she felt a hand on her cheek.

He smirked down at her, as if knowing what she had been trying to do and the smugness of her failure while his hand stroked her tear-stained cheek. ‘’such fire and fieriness darling, I hope you still have it when I’m through with you..’’

He then suddenly removed himself from her mouth, granting her deep breaths of air while he took a step away and sat himself down in the chair that he must have magically called to be right behind him. she hunched over, ignoring the cuffs that bit her skin while she panted, feeling how the other Loki kneeled down behind her to gently run a hand in circles against her back, as if trying to sooth her growing hatred while she glared forward at the original.

‘’why?” she whispered, voice hoarse from what had happened while Loki smirked down at her in his manspread position, arms crossed and cock begging for release.

‘’you’ve made me realize just how much I’ve missed control. If I cannot have your world, perhaps I can settle for something else.. or someone.’’ His face then slowly faded to look at her seriously, leaning forward so his forearms rested at his knees while he almost seemed to look sickenly lovingly at her. ‘’you’ve made me realize it, and I have to thank you. You should be honored for the privilege, not many of my toys get to leave unbroken but I cannot control what happens to your spirt. I do believe, however, you are strong enough to last.’’

There was a relief suddenly at her wrists before a clink could be heard behind her. her hands instantly moved to in front of her where she rubbed the mild cuts now that the cuffs were off. Her eyes almost showed some sort of relief that it was over, that she’d be let go. That’s why the cuffs were off, wasn’t it? Loki seemed to recognize that look and merely chuckled.

‘’don’t get to excited darling, it’s merely a reward for your attempt to tell me what I need. But it’s still not properly given.’’ He reminded, sitting back in his chair while her eyes widened.

He needed the location still, and she knew he was serious enough where her mouth began to open in a mere mild panic to get the answer out.

‘’okay okay- he’s- mmph!’’ a hand was quick to clasp around her mouth, the other Loki pulling her back against him while they both remained on their knees, his body up against hers from behind.

‘’ah ah ah darling, I do cherish your willingness, but I don’t exactly feel like giving you up just yet.’’ Loki tsked while he raised a hand and seemed to wave it once in a ‘shooing’ motion before she felt a force engulf her body, dragging her forward towards him before her hands planted against his thighs, cock waiting just before her lips while her body tensed to stop from moving any more forward against him.

‘’p-please.. I didn’t mean-‘’

‘’didn’t mean to wish for the old me? But darling, if you didn’t, than why are you so wet?” Loki chuckled while her eyes widened, looking up at him while his eyes moved forward to cup her face and use his thumbs to stroke at the tears that began running down her cheeks.

‘’I’m not-‘’

‘’lying to the god of mischief won’t grant you any favors darling, if anything, honesty might make this a bit more enjoyable for you.’’ He warned, a hand moving up to plant itself on top of her head before he began pushing down, his other hand moving to cup her jaw. ‘’now open up.’’

Her eyes looked at him with everything she had to beg and plead, not darling to say it herself to grant him an open mouth but the pressure at her jaw was more than enough to force it open anyway. She felt his tip on her tongue, the butterfly jump feeling coming to the pit on her stomach while her nails dug into his thighs. ‘’I’ll t-tell you the location-‘’ she mumbled, words fumbling while inch by inch he added himself, the force in his hand never ceasing until he had reached the back of her throat and stilled.

‘’I am grateful for that darling, all in due time.’’ He smiled, his hand curling into her hair now while two slender hands came to hips.

Her body began to struggle, the burning sensation eternally thankfully not returning because it wasn’t an attempt to hurt him personally while her eyes squeezed shut. ‘’please-‘’ she mumbled, mouth full where it was barely audible.

‘’we do not talk with out mouth full darling, but I shall allow your moans while it benefits us both.’’ Loki tsked, his hand in her hair pulling her up slightly before pushing her down, keeping a slow rhythm while the other Loki moved a hand in front of her to gently start rubbing between her thighs against the fabric.

Her legs began to shake, the sick realization to find out how wet she actually was while her throat took him easier the more and more he pushed her down. ‘’that’s it darling, rock your hips…’’ he whispered, his head having fallen back again with sweet words like she was into this.

The gaslighting fact was that she found herself indeed rocking her hips against the duplicates hand that rubbed her while the other hand held her hip, making thorough strokes with his fingers and palm against her sex. He brushed against her clit just right, following by brushing against her entrance while her jumpsuit seemed to feel like it was getting thinner and thinner the faster his movements got.

‘’gods you feel divine..’’ he breathed, leaning forward where his hand left her cheek, the other remaining in her hair. His free hand gripped the clone’s hair, the tight grip earning a growl from him but still, he remained silent while Loki pulled his head forward. His chest pressed against the back of her head, barely making her able to lift it up from Loki’s cock while the sound of wet mouths could be heard above her.

Loki’s hand continued to stroke at your groin, bringing your horrifyingly closer to your climax while he remained practically draped over you, making out passionately with Loki whom held his mouth firm to his while his tongue dominated his double, keeping his hand tight at the back of his head while the other kept her bobbing hers on his cock.

It was deeply erotic with emotions that could barely be able to be put into words until she finally felt her walls clench around nothing by the constant stimulation. She moaned around his cock, a rather involuntary action while her orgasm washed over her body, her eyes fluttering and her hands grasping at Loki desperately whom seemed to moan into his double’s mouth by the knowing knowledge of her climax.

Merley a moment later she could feel his hips rocking up quickly, his hand pushing her down with her eyes wide before he climaxed down her throat. It all went down directly into her stomach, her tongue hardly tasting anything by how far he was down her.

By the time his moans and pants subsided, her vision began to dance with the lack of oxygen and she began to squirm with no movement with being held in place. Loki’s hand between her legs had vanished, his body slowly lifting before she had a weird sense that his presence had disappeared, like his clone had vanished. The original’s grip was gentle, having untightened and now having a slowly stroke to her locks while she dared look up at his face.

His eyes were closed, a small smile at the corner of his mouth while his face was slightly pointed up towards the ceiling. With a small movement, she began raising her head, feeling his cock slowly slide from her throat and no movement from him to try to stop her. taking advantage of this, she straightened more on her knees and his cock left her mouth, leaving her falling back on her ass finally with deep breaths and a hand at her sore throat.

She didn’t know what to say.. she didn’t know what to do.. her eyes watched him carefully while he drew in a breath and opened his eyes, a soft smile on his lips while he leaned once again on his forearms against his knees. Her skin tingled while she to was coming off her high, sensitivity pulsing in her cunt while her hands shook and felt herself scooting back slowly away from his watchful eyes.

‘’do.. do you still need the location?” she whispered, not sure if he’ll stop her this time but was more than willing to give it while she watched his eyes slowly fill with that familiar green glow.

‘’we’ll try again tomorrow darling, you won’t remember this anyway.’’

Note: Another related one shot(s) like this is called "Heads Will Roll" and "Take Two" if you wanna check it out here. please DM a song for your own Musical Mischief One Shot :D 

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[paisholotus]

Meant To Be

Shuri x black reader

Summary: "I'll never leave you again, my love"

Warning Strong Language, Death, Smut.

Translations: Sthandwa(My Love) Ndiyakuthanda ( I Love You) "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe" ( I Love You Too) Ndithathe ukumkanikazi wam ( Take Me My Queen) Umhle kakhulu, Kumkanikazi wam ( You're So Beautiful, My Queen) Shuri ukumkanikazi wam ( Shuri, my Queen) Yintoni eyenzekayo (what's going on) Kukho into ekufuneka uyibone ( there's something you need to see) Kwenzeke ntoni (what's happened) Umntu uhlambe elunxwemeni, uKumkanikazi wam ( someone washed up on the beach , my Queen) Ngaba siyazi ukuba ngubani? ( Do we know who?) Ngu ..... umfazi wakho uKumkanikazi wam ( it is your wife) Umfazi wam ( My Queen) Ukumkanikazi wam omhle ( My beautiful Queen) Uyaphila ( he lives ) Bendikukhumbula, kumkanikazi wam (I missed you, my Queen) Usana lwam ihobe ( My baby dove)

Requested by: @purplecandyocean

A/N: This is inspired by the song Stay Ready & Love Scene by Jhene & Joe. This MF IS LONG! So I'm sorry in advance, but I hope y'all enjoy. 🩵

Narrative

Riri was helping Shuri with a new project, which apparently was to benefit the border tribe. The lab was deafeningly quiet. Riri has been in Wakanda on spring break for a month and will return home in two weeks.

 

She realizes Shuri is acting a little down today; she hasn't spoken anything to her all day. She hasn't pressed Shuri to say anything, but she is becoming concerned.

 

"You ok, bro?" Riri asked Shuri.

Shuri nodded and returned her gaze to the tools on the table. 

Riri nodded hesitantly and gazed down at Shuri's necklace. It was a necklace made of crystal. Riri noted that Shuri always wore it and had never seen her take it off. 

"What's that necklace? It's almost as if it's shining. Is it made of vibranium?" Riri asked Shuri.

Shuri smiled affectionately as she gazed down at the necklace. She squeezed it in her hand, observing the various hues reflecting off her hand. 

 

"Yeah, something like that." Shuri's voice drifted off. 

Riri interpreted this as Shuri's refusal to talk. Riri took the tools and went back to work. 

 

Shuri returned her attention to Riri, saying, "My wife made it for me." She said quietly.

 

Riri looked at Shuri with a surprised expression on her face.

 

"YOU WERE MARRIED!?" Riri screamed.

Shuri laughed at Riri's shocked face and nodded.

"How come you've never told me?" Riri asked Shuri.

 

Shuri frowned again, rubbing the crystal between her fingers. 

 

"It's difficult for me to talk about her. I could go on and on about my family, but Y/N....it just aches." She said, while holding tears in her eyes and looking at Riri.

 

Riri nodded and expressed regret for bringing it up. Shuri shook her head and stated that she was not bothered. 

 

"I apologize for being so distant today. Because it is my anniversary, I've been missing her even more." Shuri informed Riri.

Riri assured her they didn't have to discuss it any more if she didn't want to. 

 

"No, it's fine. "I'd like to tell you about her." She stated. 

 

"She made this necklace for me. I can communicate with her, and the glowing means she's safe. It will change colors based on her mood. When the blip occurred and everyone else came back, she didn't, including my brother and cousin. The necklace is now basically every color. But the glowing gives me hope that she's still alive." 

Riri's eyes welled up as she listened to Shuri. Shuri basically lost everyone she loved.

"Can you tell me some more stuff about her?" Riri asked. 

Shuri offered her a tearful smile as she glanced at her. 

"Of course." 

"She sounds amazing," Riri said, as Shuri finished telling her about Y/N. "I know, that's why I married her" Shuri proudly said, but her smile quickly faded. "I miss her," She said. Shuri didn't want to burden her problems and worries onto Riri, even though they were friends, talking about Y/N was dreadfully painful.

"Well, even though you can't communicate with her anymore, your necklace still glows. So maybe she'll come back one day. My grandmother used to say, life ain't nothing without faith. So you gotta continue to have faith that she'll come back, good things that are made for us always comes back." Riri told shuri softly grabbing on her hand.

Shuri gave Riri a small smile and quietly thanked her squeezing her hand back. Shuri dropped their hands and told Riri she'll finish the project tomorrow. She told Riri to shut down the lab for her, she was going to call it a night.

As shuri walks down the palace halls, heading to her room, it gets quieter, she thought of the happy days. The day Shuri and Y/N got married. It was in secret, Shuri proposed to Y/N on the beach, it was absolutely beautiful. Shuri was the oldest 16 and Y/N 15. Their marriage was in secret because both of their parents would not of approve of them marrying so young, but their love was strong and Shuri knew she would never want to be with anyone else.

Shuri walked into her room, walking straight into the bathroom to do her nightly hygiene routine. After she was done, she lotioned up and put on her pajamas. She honestly felt mentally tired. She was sick of coming to an empty room night after night. She looked towards her closet and walked in, walking all the way to the back, were Y/N's clothes in boxes.

She opened the box and pulled out one Y/N's shirts, bringing it out of the closet, and walked towards her dresser which held all of Y/N's favorite perfumes. She sprayed the perfume on the shirt and held it up to her nose. She smiled softly at the smelled, the thought of getting rid of your belongings has never and will never cross her mind, this is all she has left of Y/N.

Shuri turns off the lights and gets into bed. She places the shirt over one of the pillows, and hugs it, taking in the scent. Oh, how she wishes Y/N would come back to her. She wishes her whole family back. Of course she has Nakia, her nephew, Okoye, and now Riri.

But, it wasn't the same. She lost everyone. Shuri clutched the pillow tighter as she silently cried herself to sleep.

 

-Time Skip-

Okoye dashed through the corridors of the palace, heading toward Shuri's room.

"Shuri! ukumkanikazi wam!" With tears in her eyes, she let out a cry and pushed open her doors.

 

Startled out of sleep, Shuri gazed at Okoye with a worried expression on her face.

"Yintoni eyenzekayo?" She asked Okoye.

"Kukho into ekufuneka uyibone." She says. 

With the Dora Milaje after them, Okoye and Shuri dashed through the palace's halls and out the palace.

Shuri turned on her suit and dashed over to the scene. The shore. 

Though that was not the case, Shuri mistook it for Namor returning.

 

"Kwenzeke ntoni?" Shuri asked, as Okoye stopped her from walking on the beach.

"Umntu othile wahlamba elunxwemeni." Okoye said, lowly.

Shuri nodded and moved aside only for Okoye to move back in front of her.

Shuri showed her face deactivating her suit, looking at the General suspiciously. "Ngaba siyazi ukuba ngubani?" Shuri asked her.

Okoye opened her mouth but nothing came out, she continued to take uneven breaths looking at Shuri who was losing patience.

Shuri took a good look at the General. Her cheeks was wet and her eyes were red. 'Has she been crying?' Shuri thought. Shuri tried to move around the General but Okoye moved in front of her once again.

"Okoye, you tell me what's going on, right now!" Shuri demanded staring the General in the eyes.

"We know who it is. Ngu ..... umfazi wakho uKumkanikazi wam." Okoye said, slowly her eye's tearing up.

Shuri ran past Okoye instinctively. She was running down the beach like a crazy person when she noticed Ayo and Aneka trying to revive Y/N, who was unconscious on the damp sand. 

 

Shuri slid into the sand close to Y/N's body, placing Y/N's head on her lap. 

 

"LOVE, PLEASE GET UP! DON'T DO THIS!" Shuri begged Y/N. She gazed at the bright red kimoyo beads on your breast, which indicated that it couldn't detect Y/N's pulse. 

 

Shuri removed her necklace and noticed that it had stopped glowing. 

 

 "HAYI! NCEDA UNGAYENZI LE NTO, MNTWANA! BUYELA KUM! ANDINAKUPHULUKANA NAWE!" Shuri screamed. Her hot tears fell on Y/N's face. 

 

The kimoyo beads then became green, prompting Y/N to cough up the water.  

 

Shuri quickly turned Y/N over to her side as she violently coughed up the water. When Y/N finally coughed up the water, Shuri turned her on her back again, pulled her up to her chest, and clutched onto her. 

 

Shuri cried into the side of Y/N's neck, thanking Bast for giving you back to her. Shuri moved her head from Y/N's neck and leaned down, pressing a small kiss to her lips. 

 

"My Queen, maybe we should take her back to the palace so she can get looked at." Okoye said. 

 

Shuri nodded and picked up Y/N, carrying her bridal style back to the palace.

-Time Skip-

Shuri observed Y/N, who was still unconscious, breathing steadily. She leaned over and kissed her forehead, brushing back the dark curls in her eyes. 

 

Shuri couldn't believe she was looking at her wife like this. She was still alive and well. Shuri hadn't seen Y/N in two years, and she was experiencing overwhelming emotions right now.

 

Shuri turned to gaze at Okoye, who was walking over from talking with Ayo. 

 

"How did this happen?" Shuri asked.

 

"A couple said that they saw Y/N wash up on the beach but didn't know who exactly she was until they got people to inform the Dora." She said quietly.

 

"When I got there and I got a good look at her, I knew then that was Y/N." She said, while looking down at Y/N and smiling. 

 

When Shuri turned her head and saw Riri stroll into the room in her pajamas, the moment came to a halt. 

 

"What in the hell is going on? I heard yelling and a lot of running. Did something happen?" She asked, concernedly approaching Shuri.

 

Shuri returned her gaze to her wife with a sweet smile. 

 

"Who's That?" Riri asked. 

 

Shuri returned Riri's gaze with tears in her eyes.

 

"This...is Y/N. Umfazi wam." She remarked, happily beaming. 

 

Riri raised her head at Shuri before returning her gaze to Y/N.

 

'This is her?' Riri pondered. 

"She's beautiful." Riri said.

 

Shuri glanced triumphantly at Y/N and Riri, stating, "Yes, she is. Ukumkanikazi wam omhle." 

 

"AYE!" Everyone turned their heads, and what they saw made their hearts drop. 

 

"Does someone want to fucking tell me why T and I just came out of the fucking ocean?!" 

 

Shuri audibly gasped as she placed her hands over her mouth. 

"N'Jadaka......brother." 

 

Okoye smiled as she stared at T'challa through tears. "Uyaphila." She stated proudly. 

 

Shuri dashed over to Erik and T'challa, wrapping her arms around them both and sobbing.

 

T'challa and Erik clung to Shuri as they sank to the ground. She wailed, clutching them even tighter, as if they might vanish again. 

 

They held onto Shuri while she cried till she couldn't anymore, and the only thing that came out were her hiccups. 

 

T'challa and Erik stepped back to get a better look at Shuri. T'challa had expressed her desire to cut her hair while smiling at her with tears in his eyes. While Erik stated that it suited her.

 

T'challa gazed around, noticing the Dora, Okoye, Y/N on the medical bed, and Riri, whom he didn't know. But who he didn't see was his mother.

 

T'challa returned his gaze to Shuri and asked where their mother was.

 

Shuri's lips quivered as more tears streamed down her cheeks. She started telling them everything. Everything down to the smallest detail. When she returned from the blip, the three of them didn't. 

 

She told them about Namor and what transpired in America, as well as her attempt to bring Riri to Wakanda and her capture by the Talokan. She told them of their mother's death and that M'baku is now King of Wakanda, and she is Queen and Black Panther. 

 

She told them everything that had transpired up until tonight. 

 

T'challa and Erik couldn't find the words to say when she finished. They were experiencing too many emotions at the same time. 

Erik had lost his aunt, and T'challa had lost his mother. M'baku reigns as King on the Thrown. And Shuri T'Challa's younger sister, Queen and Black Panther, has grown up. 

In the last two years, their country has experienced both triumph and tragedy. Erik and T'challa couldn't help but cry as they clutched Shuri. 

T'challa and Erik did express their admiration for Shuri's ability to handle things so well. Shuri thanked her brother and cousin with a warm grin. 

That is everything she has ever desired to hear. 

  -Time Skip-

"Oh my god, Shuri!" Y/N squealed, caught off guard, as Shuri effortlessly lifts her off the ground and twirls her around, cradling Y/N's body in her embrace as she walks down the palace halls. With a playful gesture, she plants several kisses on Y/N's cheek, eliciting another burst of laughter from her. “Shuri, put me down!,” she manage to utter amidst Shuri's genuine laughter, even though her pleads for her to let her go.

“Not a chance, nkoszana. Do you know how long I've waited for this moment?” she tells her sincerely placing her gently back on the ground. Y/N looked shuri in her eye's with love and admiration. After Shuri told Y/N what had happened, she was heartbroken that Shuri had to go through all that. And she felt even more guilty about what happened to Queen Mother. Because maybe if she was there Ramonda would be alive, but Shuri assured her that it wasn't her fault, what happened was out of their control.

Shuri kissed Y/N, trapping her between their bedroom door as her mouth traveled back to that sweet spot on Y/N's neck. Y/N's hand made its way to the back of Shuri's head, gently grasping her soft curls as her passionate kisses, making a moan come from her lips. Shuri's hands creep down Y/N's body, caressing her curves before her fingers slowly find their way between her legs again, causing Y/N's knees to buckle for a split second, from not being touched in so long.

Shuri was delicate in removing Y/N's clothes from her body, allowing her clothes to fall down to her ankles. Her slender fingers graced the sides of her panties, she was not so gentle with, hooking her fingers underneath the lace that hugged Y/N's hips and ripping them, causing a shiver to go down her spine.

"All I want to do right now is love her down (Ooh)

I don't give a damn about who hears the sound (Ooh...)

We'll be in the groove until the sun comes up (Yeah)

Together we'll get lost inside the love"

“Mmm... I smell how wet you are, Sthandwa.” Shuri pressed into Y/N's clit once more, pushing loving circles into her before she made her way down to her clenching hole. Y/N felt drenched, desperate for her wife's touch but Shuri desired to savor this moment as if it were a rare occurrence, shuri was going to please her wife tonight. She's going to make up for the two years she's lost with her love.

"Let's make a love scene, steamy and blue

Erotic memories for an audience of two

And we'll make a love scene, let the foreplay begin

And replay each moment again and again and again"

She traced her fingers over your Y/N's entrance, feeling the way her pussy chased after her in desperation of release. The relentless teasing Shuri subjected Y/N to was unbearable, driving her to the edge of exhaustion as Y/N's impatience mounted, begging Shuri to put an end to it.

"Take it off, take it off, take it off till you get enough

(Whoa... whoa... whoa... whoa...)

Anyway that you like, it's okay, come and get my love

(Whoa... oh... ho... ho... yea...)"

Y/N yearned, craving Shuri's touch with a deep hunger, and Shuri desired her wife just as much as she did. For a moment, Shuri got off the bed, allowing herself to become entranced with the way Y/N's slick glistened her inner thighs, doing all this as Shuri unbuttoned her dress shirt and rolled up her sleeves, her Necklace glowing, and her Panther Grillz glistening against her ebony skin. Shuri was so beautiful and the sight of her only heightened Y/N's arousal, her core pulsing beneath Shuri's gaze.

"All I want to do right now is love her down (Love her down)

I don't give a damn about who hears the sound (Hears a sound)

We'll be in the groove until the sun comes up

(Ooh... ooh...)

Together we'll get lost inside the love (Oh, yeah)"

Shuri got on the bed, resting herself on her knees before motioning Y/N to lay on her back and she obliges, spreading her legs, her arms cuffing under her legs. Shuri's fingers lingered above Y/N's clit, grazing them along her folds.

"Let's make a love scene (Make a love scene), steamy and

Blue (Ooh)

Erotic memories for an audience of two

And we'll make a love scene (We'll make a love scene)

Let the foreplay begin (Oh... ho...)

And replay each moment (Mmm) again and again and again

Ooh, I'm gonna keep lovin', I'm gonna keep lovin' you baby

(When the curtain drops) Oh

We won't stop (We won't stop), we won't stop"

Shuri wasted no time sinking her eager fingers through Y/N's folds, Shuri's digits getting lost in her thick, swollen pussy as Y/N feels the coolness of Shuri's rings up against her. She occasionally brushes over Y/N's clit causing her flinch every time, still sensitive from Shuri's lingering touch.

"Baby lyin' on the bed

Exotic fantasies goin' through her head

She's staring at me with those bedroom eyes

(Take four) Honey sippin' on some Chardonnay

The sex is even better when she's feeling that way"

"Are you going to be a good wife, and let me pleasure you?" Shuri asked, in a sultry tone.

Shuri's words make pounding of Y/N's core intensify, aching to be taken care of. Shuri licked a long stripe up her entrance, eliciting a sharp inhale from Y/N as she licked her lips at the taste.

"Tell me what you want, Ukumkanikazi wam?" She asked, kissing her clit.

"Ndithabathe ukumkanikazi wam." Y/N moaned out, pressing Shuri's head closer to her entrance.

That’s all Shuri needed to hear. She lowered her head to the heaven between Y/N's thighs. She swirls her tongue around her clit, moaning as she sucks gently.

"Umhle kakhulu, kumkanikazi wam." Shuri whispered, lapping Y/N's juices as she clenched around Shuri's tongue, feeling her climax approaching.

“Bast!” Y/N cried out, throwing her head back with eyes glued shut.

Any attempt at hiding Y/N's need for Shuri was long gone now. Shuri flicked her tongue rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves, admiring the way your legs clamped over her ears as she did.

“Shuri-yam,” Y/N whined, Shuri's name dragging over her lips.

“Yes, my darling?” Shuri mutters, kitten-kissing Y/N's clit. “P-Please, k-keep going.” Y/N begged.

“Fuck! Right there, mama. Don't stop....A-almost there!” Y/N utter, releasing her grip on the sheets and replacing her grasp onto Shuri’s dark curls.

Shuri's name continued to vibrate off the walls when Y/N's release erupted through her vessel, her body shaking as she rode it out.

The queen lapped up Y/N's essence, sucking every drop that threatened to fall from her center as she moaned at the taste. "You did such a good job, my Queen." Shuri praised, leaning up to kiss Y/N's lips, so she could taste herself.

Y/N reaches her hand out to her Queen, "your turn. Let me taste you, Panther-yam."

Shuri straddles Y/N's stomach, moving her wet core back and forth.

Y/N's hand grazes through Shuri's slick folds as Y/ N's mouth waters at the thought of tasting her mama, "My face. Sit on your throne, my Queen." Y/ N insisted.

"Bendikukhumbula, kumkanikazi wam." Shuri moaned, out softly.

Y/N doesn't respond, instead gripping Shuri's hips and bringing her pussy down to within her mouth's reach before going to town. Y/N start by licking a flat stripe up her folds, collecting as much of her essence on her tongue as she possibly can, moaning at Shuri's taste, "You taste so good, Mama." Y/N raised her other hand up and parting Shuri's folds to wrap her lips around her clit and suck.

"Girl, I'm down to take a sip from your cup

If you drink from my fountain of love (Oh, ho)

Girl I'm down to take a sip from your cup (From your cup)

If you drink from my fountain of love

'69 was a very good year (Do you remember, girl)

If you know what I mean, my dear (Ooh, baby)

'69 was a very good year (I could remember)

If you know what I mean, my dear (Let's do it over and

Over again)"

Shuri throws her head back, a loud moan falling from her lips as she begins rocking her lower lips against your face "Bast! Yes, don't stop! Ndiyakuthanda." Moaned loudly, looking down at Y/N

"Let's make a love scene (Let's make a love scene)

Steamy and blue (Let's do it on the floor)

Erotic memories for an audience of two

And we'll make a love scene (Alright)"

"Ndiyakuthanda, nawe" Y/N responded, spitting onto Shuri’s clit. Making Shuri scream Y/N's name.

 -Time Skip-

 "We do not exist in

Any other instant"

“What’s on your mind, sthandwa sam?” Shuri's voice held Sincerity.

Shuri laid on Y/N's chest looking up in her eyes.

"Nothing, I just can't believe everything that has happened in the last two years." Y/N said, looking up at the ceiling.

Shuri turns over, sitting up on her elbows, looking down into Y/N's eyes.

"Sthandwa-Sam. I know you blame yourself, and I'm telling you not too. What happened, what I've been through was not something you could have fixed." Shuri said, pressing her forehead against Y/N's.

"Here in this dimension

You and I are meant to be"

Y/N's eyes watered as she began to cry a little. "Yeah, but you had to do it all alone. I mean yeah you had Nakia and Okoye. But you've waited two whole for me. If didn't come back I would've wanted you to move on. Find someone other than me to make you happy."

"If you just give me 24

Man, all I need is 24 hours

I promise you'll want plenty more

You'll probably be with it forever

So how does it sound, us on the ground

Giving you my love?"

“Ssshhh, Usana lwam ihobe. I was never alone I carried you with me everywhere I went. Prayed to Bast every day that you would come back to me, never giving up hope or faith. And look what happened, you came back to me. On our anniversary at that." She said, smiling down at Y/N. Making her cry even harder.

"Come to me

Come, come to me

what you've done to me

You put a gun to me

Then you brought the sun to me"

"And as for moving on. That's something I could never in my days do. I love your sense of humor, how you’re always laughing and it makes me laugh. Puts a smile to my face when I have no smile to offer. I love your strength and your capability to love even though the world has not been so kind to you."

"Shine like blood diamonds

Learning to have patience only 'cause you are timeless

The universe energy doesn't lie

And this chemistry is infinity at a million times

I wrote a million rhymes describing your star power

And after 24 bars, you get 24 hours"

“You reminded me everyday of what it is to be happy. And I want nothing more than to spend the end my days, waking up to your perfect face every morning. I loved you every second of my life, and that's never going to change." Shuri finished tears sliding down her cheeks.

"There's no place quite like here

There's no better time than now

You gotta stay ready

There's no place quite like here

There's no better time than now

That's why I stay ready"

"I love you Shuri." Y/N said, kissing Shuri's lips.

"We do not exist in

Any other instant

Here in this dimension

You and I are meant to be"

"I love you more, Sthandwa."

[lecsainz]

Back to December

pairings: lando norris x fem!¡reader / mentions fem!¡reader x george russell

warnings: mentions of cheated and english is not my first language

authors note: I was inspired by Taylor's song 'Back to December'. I'm not used to writing this style, but I decided to give it a try. Well, I hope you like it.

word count: 950

Lando Norris saw her from across the paddock, standing there with George Russell. It had been months since they last spoke, but seeing her again brought back a flood of memories.

He made his way over to her, his heart racing as he tried to think of something to say.

"Hey, Y/N," he said softly.

She turned to look at him, her expression guarded. "Lando," she said coolly.

He hesitated, unsure of what to say next. "How have you been?" he asked finally.

"I've been good," she said, her eyes flickering over to George.

"George," Lando greets him and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as George placed a hand on Y/N's waist, pulling her closer.

Lando felt a pang of jealousy, mixed with regret. He remembered the way he had hurt her when they were together, and now he was seeing her with someone else.

"I'm happy for you," he said, forcing a smile.

Y/N looked at him for a moment, her eyes searching his face. "Are you?" she asked quietly.

Lando shook his head. "No," he admitted. "I'm not. I messed things up with you, and now I see you with someone else..."

He trailed off, feeling a lump form in his throat. Y/N looked at him with a mixture of sadness and understanding.

"I forgave you a long time ago, Lando," she said gently. "But that doesn't mean I forgot. It just means I chose to move on."

Lando nodded, feeling the weight of his mistakes heavy on his shoulders. "I'm sorry," he said again. "For everything."

Y/N smiled slightly, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I know you are," she said. "But sometimes sorry isn't enough."

They stood there in silence for a few moments, the air thick with unresolved emotions. George looked between them, unsure of what to do.

"I should probably get going," Y/N said finally, breaking the tension. "It was good seeing you, Lando."

"Goodbye, Y/N," Lando said, his heart heavy as he watched her walk away with Russell.

He knew that he had lost her for good, and it was a painful reminder of the mistakes he had made.

Lando tried to focus on his race, he tried to leave behind the pain of seeing his ex-girlfriend with another driver. He knew he needed to concentrate on the race, but he couldn't help the images in his head. He remembered the moments they spent together and how everything seemed perfect. But he ruined it all when he cheated on her.

As he prepared for the race, Lando tried to focus on his team's instructions. He felt a lump in his throat as he looked out at the crowd and imagined Y/N cheering for George, who she was with now. He felt like he was losing everything.

The race began and Lando tried to focus on the task at hand. He fought hard to climb the ranks, but something was off. He made some mistakes, losing time and falling even further behind in the rankings. He knew his team expected more from him.

In the end, Lando finished the race in a humiliating tenth place. He got out of the car and walked back to the pits with his head down. His team tried to cheer him up, but he wasn't interested. All he could think about was Y/N and what could have been if he hadn't cheated on her.

He knew he needed to move on, but he didn't know how. He wondered if he would ever be able to forgive himself for what he did.

Lando was sitting on the couch in his room in the McLaren paddock, staring at his phone with a heavy heart. He took a deep breath and dialed his ex-girlfriend's number, hoping that she would answer.

"Hello?" a hesitant voice answered.

"Hey, it's me," Lando said, trying to keep his voice steady.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before she spoke again. "What do you want, Lando?"

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry," Lando said, his voice breaking slightly. "I'm sorry for what happened between us. I wish I could go back in time and change things, but I can't."

There was another long pause before she spoke again. "It's too late for apologies, Lando."

Lando swallowed hard, feeling the sting of her words. "I know, I know. I just wanted to let you know that I still care about you and I'm sorry for everything."

There was silence on the other end of the line before she finally spoke again. "I appreciate the apology, Lando. But I think it's time for us to move on. Goodbye."

Lando sighed and hung up the phone, feeling a sense of sadness wash over him. He couldn't help but think back to the happier times they shared, the times when they were in love and everything was perfect.

He remembered the way she smiled at him, the way her skin felt against his, and the sound of her laughter. He missed her so much, but he knew that he had messed up and it was too late to fix things.

Lando knew that he couldn't go back in time and change things, but he couldn't help but wish that he could. He missed her so much, and he knew that he would always regret losing her.

As he sat there, lost in thought, he couldn't help but wonder if she still cared about him too. But he knew that it was too late, and he would have to live with the consequences of his mistakes.

[mightybog]

Twenty Questions for Fanfic Writers

Thank you @liviapeleia for the asks <3!!

Tagging longtime frond @breadkween, fabulous runner of @merlinmicrofic @queerofthedagger (thank you!) and reader and writer who's left me lovely comments @achillesuwu. @mythandmagic, Ao3 is down rn so I can't check but if you have any fics yourself, here's an ask game for you! There's no obligation, presh or time limit of course! Also like @liviapeleia said before me, consider yourself tagged if you see this!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

11

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

265,960

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now just Merlin. I've written for other fandoms in the past but each of those works have been standalone.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Always His Destiny | Merlin | A true love's kiss, resurrection and golden age AU written for Glompfest 2024.

Like Every Tree Stands On Its Own | Merlin | A longfic inspired by other Arthurian media/sources featuring Wildman Prophet!Merlin and a magical forest. This is my magnum opus.

What's Mightier Than a Sword and Robs a Prince of His Servant? | Merlin | Pre-slash Merthur minor canon-divergence in which Merlin's talents in speech writing land him a promotion and Arthur is Not Pleased™.

Only Human | Venom | A short gift/exchange fic about masturbation, lol. The fic I received in exchange was also about masturbation. In my defence this was a writing exercise (I promise).

The Sky Is Falling | Nightvale | Unfinished fic about alcoholism recovery, love, community and the complete collapse of reality.

...Okay wow what a mix :D

5. Do you respond to comments?

I really love comments and I love getting into discussions with readers! It really makes my day to see that someone has commented on one of my fics.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Am I allowed to choose a soon to be published WIP? Words Are Dead, a microfic inspired by the Agnes Obel song of the same name in which Merlin and Arthur are unable to communicate when Arthur returns. Merlin has lost Brythonic, his first language, and his capacity to relearn it. He's simply been alive for far too long and his mind has suffered :(

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Like Every Tree has a prolonged bittersweet kind of ending but I think Always His Destiny wins.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope/not yet!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, though so far it hasn't been the focus of any of my works, there's no reason why that can't change though (the Venom one doesn't count, I make the rules here). As to what kind I'd say loving and intimate, I guess? Sometimes with a bit of a hurt/comfort element to it. Again, no reason why I can't branch out in the future ;)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

While not labelled as a crossover, Like Every Tree was heavily inspired by Arthurian media both new and old, and one medieval Irish source. I did so much research for this fic and I'm still down those various rabbit holes. It was a homage to my favourite, janky cartoon movie from my childhood Quest for Camelot. Otherwise I don't write proper crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also don't think so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but I would love to!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I guess it really has to be Merthur! I don't recall a ship ever having such a hold on me. Those two are doomed but made for each other. The way they interact is so much fun to read/write.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Damn, this is definitely Be Here When the Weather Turns, a Mushi-shi fic. It has a very soft, restful and liminal vibe and I adore it. I really do wish I can finish it someday. So sometimes like a song, you share a piece of media with someone, or you associate it with a particular chapter in your life, and that song/piece of media brings up feelings. I'd like to think it's still worth a read. If you don't know Mushi-shi, please consider checking it out, it was weird and quiet and beautiful.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I can't deny that I put a lot of love into this hobby. Also @breadkween has told me that they really like my dialogue :3

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm really prone to typos. I can re-read something a hundred times and just fail to see them. I'm a very slow writer; what I put out usually goes through months of edits and change-ups. Lastly I have embraced a faux-pas or two for fun, such as starting sentences with 'and.' And no one can stop me >:)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'd only be comfortable writing dialogue in a language I've formerly learned and have some level of familiarity with for fear of getting something wrong.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Okay I love this question because the answer is the highly formative Garth Nix's Keys to the Kingdom series, a YA series I was obsessed with, and have continued to read, and re-read as an adult and as unexpected prequels and sequels popped up in more recent years. I wrote it on a literal floppy disk :D First fandom I wrote for that I actually published online was Undertale.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Definitely Like Every Tree. I'm just really proud of it :3

[villainofmyownstory]

Zultanite

Part I - Gravity

AO3

pairing: Poly 141 x plus size fem!reader

summary: After inheriting jewelry from your dearest grandmother and one visit to a fortune teller. Your life is changing. Not once, not twice… but four times.

tags: Polyamory × Poly 141 × Strangers to Lovers × Stranger Sex × Polyamorous Task Force 141 (Call of Duty) × Smut × Oral Sex × Eventual Romance

a/n: Today I heard the song Gravity by Ralph, which inspired me to write this story. Each part will feature a different member of TF141.

Parts of the song lyrics are in italics.

Let me know what you think, I'm still learning how to write smut.

English is not my first language, so probably many things are poorly described and the vocabulary is very simple. If you see any mistakes - let me know!

✨🔮🌠🌟✨🔮🌠🌟✨🔮🌠🌟✨🔮🌠🌟✨🔮🌠🌟✨🔮🌠

Part I - Gravity

Kyle ”Gaz” Garrick

You are sitting in a small, narrow corridor, surrounded by many strange objects. Your heart is beating fast. You feel uneasy. The walls are colorful, trinkets, colorful lamps and curtains hang from the ceilings.

There is a sweet, heavy but pleasant scent in the air.

You only came here because your friend got an unusual gift from someone for her birthday. A rather peculiar one. A visit to a fortune teller.

You don't believe in such things, you are a rather down-to-earth woman. No fairies, princesses, wizards, unicorns or magical powers of objects. Pure science. Logic.

But you'll do anything for your friends.

You are snapped out of these ponderings by a voice from the side. Your girlfriend's more impatient and curious about the whole aura around the place.

“Thursday: cinnamon, musk, sage.... Interesting, maybe we should come another day. Oh! For example, on Sundays the smell of lemon. Do you know what it's good for?”

You didn't even have time to open your mouth to answer that of course you don't know what lemon is good for. For... a cold?

“Welcome, fairy Avery is expecting another visitor.”

You get up, but the person standing by the door tells you to wait. One person may be in the room with the fairy so as not to disturb her aura.

Or something else.

You sit back in your chair and look around the room out of boredom, since there isn't even a signal on your phone here. Finally, you glance at the flyer your friend was looking at a moment ago. Without delving into it, you simply flip through it quickly.

'Frankincense not only smells beautiful, but also has magical powers. Some intensify love, others intuition, there are also those that protect against evil powers...

Numerological matching ...

Venus Prophecy ...

If you want to know what fate has prepared for you and check what awaits you in the near future ... ask the magic ball ...

Tarot Celtic Cross

Amulets and talismans ...'

“That's interesting...”

You whisper under your breath as you see a photo of a confusingly similar stone. The kind you just had around your neck.

You had inherited the necklace from your grandmother, as well as to the pair, earrings and a ring. But in accordance with your grandmother's request, you wore the necklace every day since the day you received it.

Since yesterday being precise. Only yesterday someone from the family in your grandmother's long-abandoned house, found the lost box. With a letter and things for you.

When your friend with a smile on her lips comes out of the fortune teller's room, you want to get out of this place as soon as possible. You did not come here for any divination, tarot, palm reading.

However, the voice again invites another person, and apart from the two of you, there is no one in the hallway.

Slightly pushed by the girl you go into the room.

“I've been waiting a long time for you”.

When the door slams behind you the room falls into semi-darkness. The only sources of light are candles arranged in places.

You approach the most illuminated spot, a small round table in the middle of the room.

A small figure sits on the opposite side and holds one hand over a glass sphere.

If you're wondering what the fairy looked like. Yes, just what you think.

Her face hidden in a storm of loose hair, colorful wide clothes, a mass of necklaces, beads, talismans and rings.

It's hard to tell her age, but judging by her voice, she may already be in her midlife years.

“At me?”

You ask finally approaching the table.

“Sit down, and don't ask questions. The sphere has already told me everything... with the rest, you know very well what awaits you again...”

Sitting down on the chair closely watching the woman, you understand nothing of what she says. Maybe there's really no point in asking her anything, as you won't believe it anyway. Let her say what she has to say, and quickly leave this strange place.

“Four. That's your number, definitely. A strong, strong four. Unbreakable.

The same thing awaits you...yes, but this time it will be ..more intense, more interesting, so... complete. “

In the room as if the wind blew, many candles go out, and your skin went through shivers.

The woman pays no attention to this and continues

“Only this time be guided by your heart, okay? It will be a happy and joyful time, use it. And don't regret anything. Just remember, choose with your heart. Not with the mind.”

With her last word, the room goes dark. You sit slightly puzzled and bewildered.

What actually happened?

Having, once again in this peculiar place, no time to ask questions. The door behind you opens and again that mysterious voice informs you that the visit is over.

Kyle was the first one.

Kyle was the right one.

Kyle.

He just was.

Didn't think I was ready for love again.

Saturday, you walk ahead. Since the morning, you felt a great need to just get out of the apartment, this small cramped place. Claustrophobic.

Sometimes you have days like this, to go out without looking back. To leave everything behind and go. Walk, just simply walk, step by step. Until your legs start to hurt. Or until it gets dark.

Sunk in your thoughts you reach quite far, from home. Your walk has been going on for a good three hours. It has started to rain. You think a little bit and you hide under the canopy of one of the nearest buildings.

Will you catch me if I float?

Glad that you didn't get too wet, on the other hand you curse yourself in your mind. You didn't even take your phone with you, you'll have to wait until it stops raining.

Looking up you sadly conclude that, unfortunately, it doesn't look like the weather is going to change any time soon.

There aren't even any people around, no pedestrians. No one.

Minutes pass, long boring ones.

Finally you hear the sound of an engine, a car approaching at high speed. You think maybe it's a taxi, you step out from under the canopy and at that moment the car drives past you.

Splashing you.

“Fuck! Are you kidding me?”

Angrily you wipe your wet face to see anything. The car has unfortunately already disappeared around the corner, so you weren't even supposed to see what the car was. Even, you couldn't see its color.

You stand like this, on the sidewalk, not caring that the rain is falling on you. You are soaked. Even your hair is wet and stuck to your face. Just like your clothes, they have become heavy and cold. It's like someone threw you into a pool with your clothes on.

I think you even have wet panties.

“Just great!”

You mumble irritably, feeling a lump in your throat. You don't want to cry, but you feel terrible. Not only physically. But somehow mentally, too.

This situation reminds you of the humiliation you experienced because of your physical appearance in the past, at school.

Trying to at least drain the water from your hair and somehow tie it up or braid it. So it doesn't bother you, you don't pay attention that a car has stopped next to you.

Cause I feel gravity, gravity, gravity Pulling you to me, you to me, you to me

“Excuse me? Perhaps, I can somehow...help you?”

A warm and concerned voice gets your attention. You raise your head and freeze.

A few steps in front of you there is a large dark car, a man is looking at you from the open window.

Very handsome. Young. Definitely not from your small town. Probably some sort of passerby.

“Can I help you somehow, ma'am?”

Laughing lightly, he repeats the question. His voice pleasant, like a spring wind, like a meadow full of flowers, like warm tea with honey and raspberries.

Finally you shake it off, and say without thinking much about it.

“Actually, yes.”

Maybe you shouldn't get into the car of a complete stranger, but there's something that tells you to agree, to get in, to finally go home.

You're terribly wet and cold.

You quickly get into the passenger seat fastening your seat belt and giving your address.

You introduce yourself, gently squeezing the man's hand. His hand, despite several scars and hard skin, is warm and very welcoming to you.

It seems the two of you hold hands a few moments longer than the usual greeting should last.

Fixing your hair behind your ear, you smile slightly at the man and slowly let go of his hand. However, despite this, his gaze does not leave your face.

“I'm Kyle...”

The man finally says, turning on the car's engine and slowly moving towards your house.

No oxygen up here Must be gravity, gravity

The drive passes undeniably quickly, the streets at this hour and considering the weather are unusually empty.

You don't exchange many sentences, typically pleasantries. He's here on business, you've lived here all your life.

He can't talk about work, but it's something related to ''safety.''

You, on the other hand, could talk about your work for hours, but you don't want to bore him with scientific babble.

He, when speaking, gesticulates, speaks confidently and laughs loudly.

You, on the other hand, speak quietly, smiling gently. Intimidated.

Actually, you don't know how it happens that a man is already standing in front of your door. He is so charming, kind, friendly. That you agree without thinking as he offers to go to your house under his umbrella.

Truly charming he is.

Putting the key in the lock and opening the door, you turn towards the man

“Maybe as a thank you... I didn't do any shopping, but maybe.... Perhaps you'd like some tea and cake?”

“Sure, a cup of tea is even necessary in this weather.”

He laughs loudly again smiling widely.

You hastily put water in the kettle for tea, gently shivering. Those damn clothes stuck to your skin like wet cold scales.

You quickly prepare cups and plates of cookies. As you turn around to go and finally change into something thick, warm and comfortable. You impetuously bump into the man who inaudibly entered the kitchen and stood a step behind you.

“Excuse me.”

You mumbled embarrassedly. Surely that collision with your weight must have hurt him.

Kyle smiles at you while gently tilting his head

“You're soaked.”

Saying this, he brushes away unruly strands of hair from your face.

You swallow your drool loudly.

Why has the kitchen suddenly become so stuffy? Was it the boiling water that raised the temperature in the small apartment so dramatically?

Oh God no.

It was him.

Kyle.

Grabbing the back of your head, he draws your face to his, and gently kisses you. At first he gently brushes his lips against your lips. But after a while he intensifies the kiss, more greedily. Possessively. With one hand he gently massages the scalp of your head as his other hand wandered over your body, gently squeezing your breasts. Then he lasciviously strokes your belly. His hand slowly makes its way to the line of your pants.

The man between kisses slowly brings out word by word

“Sorry, I never. This is my first time. i mean, never so fast. but, fuck “.

Despite the tangle of words, you understand what he means.

No one ever wanted you the moment they met you. Never has anyone wanted you so quickly.

Should I let go? (Ooh, let go) And lose control? (Ooh, lose control)

In response, you entwine your arms around his neck wanting to show him not to go anywhere. To keep his body even closer to yours.

His hand easily makes its way under the material of your jeans and panties gently poking his fingers into the warm, plush of your lower abdomen. He gently teases the tender skin under your pants with his fingers.

You silently moan involuntarily, his lips slowly directing gentle kisses to your neck.

He is sure to leave marks on you.

As he gently sucks the thin skin close to your pulse, you stiffen, your body is pierced by pleasant shivers.

“Where is the bedroom?”

After these words, you wave your hand roughly in the direction of your small room with a bed and a tiny closet.

When the man finally pulls away from you, with a quiet pop  his lips finally pulled away from your skin.

His hand continued to rest in your panties as he gently and calmly rubbed the area around your clit with his fingertips.

Keeping the last remnants of common sense, you turn off the kitchen to avoid burning the kettle with boiling water.

Tea was no longer needed.

As you and Kyle land on the bed, you on your back, the man slowly kisses every part of your body with precision.

Wet clothes with each passing moment land with a slight sloshing on the floor. You don't even worry about the mess you both leave behind.

Lose my breath in your atmosphere No oxygen up here

Once you're completely naked, Kylie kneels in front of you. Stroking your thick thighs, slowly running his fingers over your fat, and you squirm as the cool air hits your wet cunt.

“Show off your beauty, don't hide.”

He opens your legs, not taking his eyes off your face.

Slightly embarrassed, you bury your head in your hands, your elbows covering your exposed breasts. Your large nipples heap under the change of temperature after removing your wet clothes.

“Baby!”

Kyle says more firmly, gripping your inner thigh cheeks.

“I need to warm you up, you're so soaked.”

After these words, he dives between your legs and, kissing your thighs, moves closer to your center.

You feel his warm breath teasing your sensitive skin.

“You’re so beautiful and wet...”

He mumbles, and after these words. You feel his tongue teasing the area around your rear hole, with a long stroke he directs his tongue upward.

His tongue is rough and hot as he focuses on your clit. First teasing the hard little button with his tongue slowly circling it. Then he starts sucking on it.

“That's it, baby. Just mine.”

You moan louder. His words, the slow play of his mouth and tongue between your wet folds making you feel the growing pleasure in your lower abdomen.

It's been so long, no, never before has anyone taken care of you like this. With such adoration and worship.

“Kyle... I think I'm ~oh!”

Your breathing speeds up

“Come on baby. I'll make you cum with my tongue”

His mouth gently sucks your clitoris, and he caresses your swollen bud with his tongue, speeding up the fun of it.

You reach your first orgasm of the evening. Your legs involuntarily shaking, your rippling belly and breasts gently bouncing during this sudden sensation.

“Honey, are you ready for more?

Kyle rises slowly, kissing your cunt, lifting your legs, kissing your lower abdomen around your breasts and sternum. Leaving wet marks on your skin.

He stops at the valley of your breasts, gently tilting his head and squinting his eyes.

“Um... the stone in the necklace has changed color, interesting.”

He smiles and leans in, kissing you on the lips.

As you kiss him, you can feel your juices mixed with his saliva.

“Ready?”

Kyle catches you below the knees, bringing your legs closer to his chest, one hand grasping his erect member.

Just now you stare intently at his penis. His tip is an dark pink, dripping rich pearls of precum, and fuck, it's thick. It's not long, rather a standard size, but the thickness surprised you.

With amusement, the man looks at you, leaning over you again with one hand resting next to your head. With his other hand, he pumps his protruding shaft with quick, powerful movements.

His tip teases your wet and very tender folds.

“Babe, I need you. Right now, next time... I'll take care of you longer, better, all right?”

You nod. Completely ignoring his words.

He slowly slides into your warm and wet hole. Its walls, although invitingly spread around his cock, tenderly and tightly squeeze him.

Both of you are moaning loudly with pleasure.

He embeds his thick cock deep inside you and starts slowly rocking back and forth.

Rhythmic obscene wet sounds, body slapping against body and increasingly loud sighs fill the room. Kyle grabs your wrists and lifts your arms above your head, crossing and holding them tightly like this. Entering you with more force.

He moves faster and faster inside you. You wrap your legs around his hips so that, thanks to the new angle, he enters you fuller, harder. He moves even faster.

He kisses you again, this time with more force, his tongue forces itself deep into your mouth so that his teeth collide with yours.

His movements are less rhythmic now, but deeper, he places kisses on your cheek, neck, caressing your collarbone.

You reach another orgasm at the same time as you feel the man tighten his body and eat into your neck. His warm cum gushing into your pussy, which, under the influence of another peak, squeezes even more around his throbbing member. His cum fills you and gently mixed with your juices flows out of you, running down your folds

You lie like this entwined for many more moments, gasping loudly, his breath teasing your sweaty, tender neck skin.

Kyle, after taking a few deeper breaths, finally says raising his head and looking into your eyes

"The stone in your necklace, is now canary yellow”

Tossing and turning, I can't get you off my mind Thinking about what you did to me last night Am I in trouble? Should I hit the breaks? Being with you is my favorite mistake

[ruewrote]

𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦.

PAIRING: jacob custos x fem!reader WARNINGS: jacob's bear trap injury, strong language GENRE: angst / fluff SONG INSPIRATION: start a riot by BANNERS WORD COUNT: 1k

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out of all the horror movies that you'd watch about vampires, zombies and werewolves you never thought you'd ever be in one of your own.

especially not in the summer camp that you'd grown to love over the years.

now desperately trying to find your fellow work friends, hoping that they'd gotten to safety. you silently prayed that you would too as you made your way through the thick forest to the main lodge.

the emergency fire axe felt heavy in your hand, your skin covered in dried mud and blooming bruises. fuck this night, fuck everything.

every little sound terrifying you, not realizing how loud everything used to be until now. whether that be the crunch of twigs underneath your boots or the whoosh of the wind.

"ah fuck! ah shit!" someone whimpered in pain, moving closer as you readied the axe, moving through the trees to find jacob and an old guy with a sniper rifle with his back to you.

"look if you could just--" jacob begged, but soon stopped when you knocked the hunter out with the back of your axe.

"holy shit!" your breath staggered as you dropped to your knees, inspecting the bear trap that had clamped itself around jacobs ankle, surprised that he was even conscious. oh right , adrenaline.

"oh my god, am i happy to see you right now!" he shouts, but is quickly cut off with your hand tightly covering his mouth.

"you've got to be quiet. something is out here with us, i’m not quite sure what, but i've also got to try and pry this open. whatever you do, you've got to be silent. we can't attract more attention to ourselves, okay?" you whisper, earning a timid nod from him.

removing your hand you get to work, glad to have accidentally watched that documentary a while back you were able to press the two spring levers, making it fall open.

you were quick to grab him before he lost his balance, helping him stand, wrapping his arm around your shoulders for support and yours firmly wrapped around his waist. making a slight mental note to ask why he was practically naked later.

helping him back to the lodge for some sort of first aid. the two of you walking in tandem, your grip on him tightening as he wobbled trying to hold back his groans. you reached up for his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. jacob giving you a tight but appreciative smile in return.

your legs ache when you finally reach the building, carefully sitting jacob down on the bench in the kitchen, grabbing the first aid kit out of the cupboard, a fresh glass of water and the paper towels off of the rack.

"i’m not even going to sugarcoat this, this is gonna hurt like a bitch. but i promise i'm gonna try to be as careful as i can, okay?" you uttered and he nodded.

you began to unbuckle your belt, unlooping it before holding it out to him, jacob grabbed a hold of it confused, "to bite down on, worst case,"

not caring if it was dirty or not he bit down on it, letting out a sigh you picked up the glass of water, pouring it around the wound, using a piece of the tissue to swipe away the dirt. briefly looking up to see his hands squeeze the wood underneath him.

wincing for him, you opened a disinfectant wipe wasting no time to swipe it around his injury, making him let out a whine. stopping for a second to place your hand over his.

causing him to look down at you with tears in his eyes, your heart breaking for him. "i know, i'm so sorry. all i gotta do is wrap it up. it shouldn't hurt too bad,"

and so you did, your belt now back to holding up your shorts as you looked through the pantry for any sort of food. making sure that jacob stayed sat down even though he wanted to help.

"a-ha!" you announced, grabbing the unopened box of cereal bars, returning to jacob. "how long do you think they've been in there?" he joked.

"after tonight i think the last thing we have to worry about is expiration dates, but of course i checked and they're okay, actually relatively new so we're good."

handing him one then another for yourself, shoving the rest in your backpack. retrieving the oversized hoodie offering it to him.

"quick question, where are your clothes?"

"me and emma went swimming in the lake for old times sake, until we heard abi scream. well at least i did, emma kinda disappeared after that." his words coming out huffed as he pulled the clothing over his head.

you looked down and started playing with your hands, trying to hide the hurt on your face. of course he was with her! what were you expecting? the whole summer you had been crushing on him, having to stay quiet about it because of her.

"oh. well i'm sure she's okay, she's...strong ya know?" you offered him a small smile.

"thank you by the way," he started, your eyebrows furrowed. "with saving me back there and you patching me up. i swear i was about to die!"

he playfully knocked his shoulder into yours, looking at him concerned, "don't joke like that. i-i don't think i could handle that... losing you i mean." a frown now replaced your smile from just thinking about it.

"hey, hey. i'm not going anywhere, well not if i have a say in it anyways." he leans into you, making you look back up at him.

the way his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, made your breath hitch as he leaned closer, lips almost touching when you heard a girl's scream.

"emma?" jacob jumps up and limps out of the lodge, leaving you sitting there alone feeling your heartache and the tears sting in your eyes.

who were you kidding yourself? he'd always pick her.

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[shrenvents]

Miracle Aligner

Alex Turner Series

Series Masterlist

Summary: Who knew Alex Turner, frontman to one of the greatest bands of this generation had the worst luck in love. As a romantic who's quite familiar with heartbreak, Turner's grown sick of looking for a spark that will eventually burn him. So, while visiting a local pub, how was he supposed to know that a drunken Tuesday night, would change his sombre tune forever?

Inspired by the album Everything You've Come To Expect. Mature content (sexual acts, language) Original character.

Chapter one:

Aviation

Toronto, November 15, 2015

5:57 pm

Alex's POV

"That's enough Turner!" Zach yells over the various clamouring instruments. "You've been working on these songs for weeks and this was the best you got mate?" Jaime continues with a snort. "Yeah?" I huff, rolling my eyes.

Jaime and Zach exchange a knowing look before Zach pipes up again. "You know what Al? Why don't you call it a night, maybe go out, meet a few girls, have fun." He then glances to my right. "Miles you stay and finish your set."

"What's this?" I jest, bewildered by my bandmates.

"Sorry Al, the songs you've been writing these days just aren't the Shadow Puppets brand," Jaime trails off, looking more empathetic than his counterpart. My brows crease further into my eyelids and I dully unclasp the guitar strap from my shoulder. "My songs don't fit the 'brand' of my band?" I glare at them in disbelief as the two share another look.

"Sorry Al, but your material has been all doom and gloom these days." Miles now exclaims while avoiding my troubled expression. He pauses before continuing. "Your greatest hits are love songs, passionate shite." Miles's eyes then connect with my own, and I finally understand what he's implying. "It's been a while mate." His last statement was the final blow.

That's right, I haven't been with anyone for months, romantically, physically, and everybody knows it. These days I just find romance to be tiresome. Even a shag doesn't seem to excite me much anymore. I've simply gone mad, that's what it is.

Though they seem to have me all figured out, I refuse to give in to their remarks. "You lot have lost it. I'll come back when you've come to your senses!" I bark out while snatching up my guitar and jacket. The boy's faint snickers fill the room as I take off towards the door. "Aw c'mon, Al!" Jaime carries out, stifling his laughter. I slam the door behind me with unnecessary force, utterly infuriated.

Instantly after leaving the studio, I feel the blistering Canadian winter encase my narrow frame. "Bugger," I snit before whipping out my phone, in hopes an Uber would usher me away from this frost. To my dismay, because of the excessive snowfall, transport was either delayed or unavailable, and I had no interest in sticking around roadside. So, I switched to searching for a local pub, racing out of the cold.

...

After a numbing 10-minute journey, I reached a pub called Les Cactus and ripped open its wooden entrance, embracing its heat. Whilst I take a seat on the nearest bar stool, a flash of red catches the corner of my eyes. A waitress with her back turned serves drinks to a group of men who gawk at her with an unreserved fancy. Momentarily, I admire her long, fiery hair that flows down her fit backside. Fortunately, the incoming bartender removes me from my fairly pervy thoughts. "What can I get for ya buddy?" The bartender ranks down my features, odd excitement filling his own. "You got any Bulleit?" He smirks.

"Sure thing." He spins away from me, before quickly rotating back and whispering for my ears only, "Big fan by the way." I smile politely with a nod as he disappears into the bar to prepare my drink. My gaze returns to the space where the redhead once stood, which is now vacant. "Here ya go. Let me know if you need anything else!" The bartender ponders shortly before speaking, "My name's Mickey by the way." He places my bourbon down with an oddly suggestive wink.

8:24 pm

"Maybe consider spacing out your next drink Alex. I get you're a millionaire and money ain't a thing," Mickey bobs his head, taking note of appearance, "but you're kinda overdoing it buddy," he finishes. I scoff at his smirk and slap a bill on the countertop. "Another." My face and tone drop in an attempt to be taken seriously, but my drunken command doesn't detour Mickey's delight.

"You're the boss."

"Uh-uh, that's at least his sixth drink this hour M." An unfamiliar feminine voice pitches in. It's husky and demanding, and so, I intend to listen. Curiously turning to look, my vision is consumed by that recognizable carrot-like head. If I was captivated before seeing her face, I was surely a goner now.

Mickey ceases his actions while she stares between us with scrutiny. I'm gobsmacked and she clearly takes my silence as a sort of confirmation. "Right, no more for him. Okay M?" Mickey nods sternly, face falling moderately as her tone leaves no room for opposition. "Alexander!" I practically cry out before Red gets the chance to leave. Smooth Turner.

"Excuse me?"

"I-uh, name's Alex..." Yeah, very smooth.

"Jennie." She states curtly, evidently bemused. She then moves swiftly on her heel towards the kitchen. Straight away I grimace, pulling a hand to my forehead, rubbing its lines harshly. "Not a word." Mickey chuckles quietly and goes back to his work.

9:41 pm

"Still here, Alexander?" My head shoots up, startled by Red. When did I even fall asleep-

"Yes?" She snorts at my jumbled reply.

"Want me to call you a cab? A shrink perhaps?"

"M' sorry?" I question clumsily.

"Oh? I just thought you may need one, after hearing what you told to Mickey." Her sultry voice echoes out her rather devious grin. "God." My eyes widen in horror which aids her impending elation. "What have I said?"

"Nothing really, just that..." She starts counting her digits absentmindedly. "You've got no luck writing your music, no love life. Oh, and you have no sex life!" She proclaims the last part with glee. Jesus, please end this nightmare.

"I did not."

"Did too."

"I've had too much drink."

"Drunken words are sober thoughts." Jennie carries on smiling at my trepidation. Maybe I'd find her charming if her jokes weren't at my expense. "That's it, I'm not tipping." I declare pathetically. Her devilish smirk doesn't falter. "Seriously? Things can't be that bad! Mickey tells me you're actually a successful musician."

"That you've obviously never heard of." I roll my eyes at the absurdity of our conversation. She laughs aloud at my response, which I admit, brought a genuine smile to my face. It really has been a while. Her face then goes blank. "Alexander."

"Alex."

"Alex. You're young." She pauses, her gaze sweeps my shaggy appearance. "Ish"

"Ouch." I flinch jokingly, earning myself another gorgeous laugh and playful swat.

"Hey! And you're good-looking."

"Ish." I interrupt again with a chuckle and her smile grows.

"No!" She more or less shouts, "You have a lot to work with, trust me." Her hands gesture nimbly. "The only thing standing in the way of you getting laid is yourself." A surprise roar of laughter leaves my lips shortly and I shake my head in disbelief.

"You're selling yourself short here Alexander," Red concludes. "Alex-"

"You're wasting your youth-ish," she interrupts me once again and a sliver of silence washes over us. It's as if we're the only ones in this packed pub, eyes locked on one another, communicating beyond words. Her deep hazel orbs focus on my brown ones. "What do you suggest I do then, Jennie?" Lightly raising a brow, my words dare her while her lovely name rolls off my tongue. I can't help but revel in how it sounds. Then something flashes in her fixated stare.

"Let's get out of here."

Chapter two

[smilingcrittersuniversityau]

Hello. This whole situation with Elias remind me this song: https://youtu.be/GKXUl7oLEus?si=B5k8sRy5GBFEF39d (if you are interested I wrote more about song here, how it's connected with Elias and how this song tell us finale of his story)

(Recommend to read after you listen that song)

Oblivion - is a song about being forgotten. About something that you had and lost by the time. This song tell us a story about Man, that done so much bad things in his life (like killing and manipulate people) and now he was "...left to waste..." in the prison (that was created by himself btw). Remaining by himself, it is imagined that he has had more than enough time to think, reflect, ponder, and soon - regret. Being the strong independent man he was, a part of him is broken as he comes to the understanding that his pride has quite possibly been diminished, and he is finally not blind enough to see what he had done in the dark past that had been so horribly wrong as expressed in the lines: "The illusion crafted by my arrogance had protected me from the wrong that I couldn't admit." Further, his mind falls into some sort of dimension, a place of a past, an abyss. In the second verse he starts to remember about everything that happened with him and his friends in the past: "We'd built ourselves and and our kingdom in the summer sun, one brick at the time". But then his mind begins to show him what his actions led to: "Now those walls are nothing, but rubble and dust..." (You said: "...he will meet with consequences of his actions...", and that's it. Elias will be left alone, just like that guy; will be wandering how that's all could be, if he wasn't abuse Charlie, if he tried to change something in him, if he, at least tried to say: "Sorry"). And now (it's near to the ending of a song) he is: "Alone in this empty room, all I hear now is ambience of our faded tune...", that tells us that everyone, even his friends left him rot and that he can hear (my interpretation) how he slowly fade away from there's minds. ...fear took the lead, now I'm still falling". In the end, that man fall in to the pit, in the abyss that he created himself (ironically, that this place, this 'abyss' is the prison itself). There, he meets his old self, who, looking at his present self, goes into the darkness, leaving him completely alone, in the darkness of his own mind, alone with himself, alone with his mistakes, alone in the oblivion.

Thanks for reading (if you read that of course and sorry if I've done mistakes, 'cause English not my first language), I really love that abusive theme, that your AU raises and it helps practice with psychology (I know that exists literature about it, but read it, just, just... boring). Hope see more in the future and hope this little later, somehow helped and inspired you. Have a good day/evening/night, and good luck 😉

Oooh! I'll be giving this a listen and I'll let yk about what I think ^^

[dearlawdimasimp]

Getting lost inside my world, you don't know where I've been

Aimed to Kill

Parings: Filo!Reader x Ynaguinid(platonic); eventual Khonshu x Filo!reader; eventual Marc/Steven/Jake x Filo!reader

Warnings: Violence, mentions of gore, intrusive thoughts, cussing, english isnt my first language, grammar errors, not beta'd (i think, pls comment if i missed any)

A/n: this chap doesn't follow the mk series, set on the first few missions mk and poison warior had, and the title is one of the lines from the song inspired by the fic

Painful grunts and wails fill the night as you and Moon Knight fight side-by-side and back-to-back against the forces of an underground mafia who dared to taunt you both. The group is known to take the children from the streets and force them to work for them. Some may not even be lucky as others as they get sold on some disgusting bidding community that is hidden from the general public but open to malicious entitled assholes-

"Duck!" Bellows Moon Knight after you shoved your shield up to a lackey's face.

You crouch and footsweeped the opponent you just socked with your shield, just in time, before a crescent dagger whizzes past right above your head, barely missing you by a hair and killing an incoming threat.

"You want to slice my head off so badly, no?" You quip with ragged breathing as you stab your kampilan down to your opponent's chest. A chill of satisfaction runs down your spine, yours or Ynaguinid's, or combined you don't know.

You hear a deep chuckle at the comment. Khonshu was overlooking the fight, you noted, as you hit a guy's face with the v-shaped ivory hilt of your sword, breaking his nose.

"Trust me, you would not be here if I did." He retorts with a grunt, punching and kicking more incoming lackeys.

This was the usual occurrence between you and the hooded vigilante. It's either no words or sarcastic comments are exchanged between the two of you ever since your deities decided for a collab.

And sometimes, if not most times, your gods overlook it.

Ynaguinid mumbles praises in your head as you finish off the last few goons that still have the guts to fight you after seeing their comrades lying dead. While Moon Knight goes after those who are trying to escape.

Slash! ..Thud

That was the last of them. You look over to the white-gauzed vigilante whom you call many nicknames because saying 'moon knight' gets tiring overtime and you haven't asked nor did he say his actual name. So did he to you. So you both just started to call each other some silly nicknames to call one's attention.

"Is that all of 'em, dove?" You pant, whipping your sword to your side to shake off the blood before sheathing it to your back.

You feel Ynaguinid's pride swell through your link, feeling a little bit proud of yourself too, for impressing your goddess tonight. She's been bitter for the past week, and everytime you ask her why she'd just change the conversation. Maybe she was having a bad week in the deity world or something.

He sighs, "..yes, Kaa." mumbling the nickname he chose for you, referencing the amount of snake motif adorning your body.

You chuckle at dove's exasperation and at the nickname, he didn't particularly favor the nickname you used. When you first called him that, he was utterly confused by the name. "Your costume's white, dove is white." You once stated blatantly with a teasing smile and shrug.

~~

Marc had every right to be confused with that though, I mean, he would have never ever thought himself to ever represent close to something as purity, obviously because of his line of work. But somehow, he wants to hear you say it. It grounds him. And he would absolutely kill himself before he would say that outloud.

You, however, don't mind the nicknames he's given you. As long as he doesn't call you anything offensive, you're good.

"Wanna grab some ice cream?" You asked, breaking him out from his line of thought. He tilts his head to the side, tension forming in the middle of his brows as he stares at your masked face, an odd shadow that only covers the top half of your face leaving only your tattooed jaw to be seen even though it was impossible for the shadow to be casted by the giant cobra skull that is your headdress.

Of course you would not see his brows thanks to his mask but the outline of his glowing eyes reveals his confusion.

"I saw a convenience store not far from here..before we started kicking these-" you pucker your lips and nod your head to the direction of a dead body, "-guys asses, thought that we could go grab some snacks afterwards..."

You walk over to him while he ponders the offer, the back flap of your g-string dragging on the pavement behind you. He noticed that after the fights, the usually short length of the back of your g-string, even though it is slightly longer than the front, it would extend until it touches the ground.

As delightful treats sound, we still have a job to do, Spector. We need to do as much as we can before the moon rests. The god speaks in his mind like he usually does when in your presence, especially if those things are a little too rude to be spoken out loud. This leaves Marc in a tight place on rephrasing his words to make them sound less rude.

Just when he thinks the son of a bitch is heartless..

I can hear your thoughts, Marc.

Good!

~~

"You don't have to if you don't want to, by the way. If you're not cool with eating after a fight, I won't force you." You added reassuringly, their lack of reply making you doubt your decision.

Obviously, it was weird to eat after a bloodbath, no sane person would have the appetite to do so, but it's not like you were.

..It's not like you were…

The thought, the thought that you had hoped to not resurface once again pops its ugly head out.

No. No. I am sane.

I'm not going back to square one!

I'm not a heartless maniac!!

Then explain your cravings for a sweet treat after doing something so bitter.

The tiny dreaded voice talks back, once again.

This time, louder and much more intense, and it just has to make itself known in front of someone you had just gotten along with. Someone who is not a deity or a spirit. Someone who is living and breathing.

Someone whom you want to be in more ways than one.

In your weeks of fighting alongside the avatar of the moon, you've made quite some revelations of yourself, most of which if not all point to one thing, your fucking sanity. You had seen his hesitance, how he holds back, how he still has a conscience. You've had the lack of these after serving Ynaguinid. Even though you receive praise from both deities, it isn't enough to fill that hole in you and silence your intrusive thoughts.

These voices started to increase in volume since last week when Moon Knight told you how you could easily kill without second thoughts. These voices had gotten so loud that it made you to want his hesitance in killing people, his conscience, how he can hold himself back from going on a killing spree. He's someone who could keep you in line before you cross it, to becoming a heartless maniac. Because his presence when you two fight reminds you that if he can keep the dead bodies to a minimum, you can too. He might or might not be the reason why Ynaguinid is becoming distant, actual reasons unknown to you, but that does not mean you'll stop working with him.

I help people! I- I donate as much as I could-

Do you really think that is enough? That what you are doing can equate to the amount of people you've killed in cold blood?!

You were too busy arguing with the voice in your head that you didn't notice Moon Knight calling your attention, not until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Kaa..You okay?" You hear the muffled voice of the knight, looking up you are met with his bright glowing eyes.

No. I'm not. I want to be like you. I want to have your heart-

You nod.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." Trying to convince yourself as the voice keeps on going. You may have encountered this ugly voice one too many times; it does not make it any less hard to push back. Especially when the evidence is as clear as day.

"Sorry you were saying?" You mutter, his hands on your shoulder is the only thing grounding you while feeling like you are being swallowed, grinded and mushed internally by your own thoughts.

If you weren't in a state of internal turmoil, you would have noticed that the occurrence of this distance between you to happen is so rare. Him being close to your personal space and asking a question close to sincere.

A beat, "I said I don't want to eat ice cream, but don't let me stop you from buying one." He utters with a soft tone which flies over your head.

"Ah okay okay okay, got it." You bob your head repeatedly, "I'll uh.. I'll get my dessert then, guess.. I'll see you around?" You stayed under his gaze, not moving an inch even if you had just announced you were leaving, as the bright white light emanating from the other's eyes became your comfort.

He only nods in response and takes his cue to leave your space, you immediately miss the warmth he was giving off, the needed grip for you to stay in reality dissipating as he turns his back to you and jumps to the ledge where you once saw Khonshu.

He stops. The moon framing his head from your angle and his cape flowing to the wind made him look ethereal and mysterious. You tried to keep the imagery ingrained in your mind as much as you could before he left your line of sight. Leaving you with the dead bodies and your spinning thoughts.

With a deep trembling sigh, you finally left the gore-filled scene. Not going to the convenience store as you had planned but ran straight to your flat with shaking lips.

You can never run away from who you actually are, hypocrite.

~~~

Your running form was being observed by the watchful eye of the God of the Moon and his Fist of Vengeance. You may have thought they had actually left but they haven't.

Your behavior a while ago striked Khonshu as odd, Marc would be lying if he wasn't too, as it was out of your character to lie and not make a bad joke of the situation, as the god stated. Maybe that's what made Khonshu change his mind.

Now, Marc did not like you. Well, he does at the same time not. Because all that Khonshu spews out of his beak is for him to become like you. To serve justice willingly and with no hesitance. To give proper justice to the deserving humans. Being compared almost always whenever the god has the chance made Marc plant this seed of hatred and jealousy of you within him.

Beside that, however, is his amazement of your skills. Your swiftness and agility as you slash the enemies surrounding you, who's sizes could be twice too tall or big compared to you. The way you have the confidence and bravery(could be stupidity) in taking large groups of mobs and/or criminals with no hesitance. His awe of your beauty, although half-way hidden, in the midst of battle and under the moonlight.

After the 15th night you two have begun working together he made a comment about your willingness to kill people. He had wanted it to be a compliment because he could never bear the guts that you have, but it seemed that you didn't take it lightly.

You had stood frozen on your spot for a minute, maybe more, and then shook your head with a small laugh, as if what he had said was humorous and shifted the conversation. He went along with it but was a little doubtful of the ease you were showing. Then after that night, you opted in using arnis sticks, your reason was unbelievable to him but ran along with it and you have made it your choice of weapon until today's mission.

You had decided to unsheath your sword after you heard what this group of mobs had done.

He'd be lying if he didn't miss how you handle enemies with your sword, bodies dropping one by one and the bloodbath you leave after a fight. But what he actually missed tonight was your usually happy-go-lucky demeanor even after the gore.

Which brings him to half-heartedly following Khonshu's sudden change of plans.

"Follow them." Khonshu orders him, tapping his staff on the ledge he is on.

A small part of him wanted to say otherwise, but the most of him wanted to follow the god, and so he did. Backing up a few steps, he prepares himself to leap-

"You really think I would allow that?" A stern, feminine voice speaks behind them with an accent unique to the language she's speaking. It was familiar and when he and Khonshu looked back, they saw Ynaguinid. Her clenched fist is a telltale sign of anger, her composure, however, remains calm and regal.

"Your warrior didn't seem to be in a good state, Ynaguinid." Khonshu, ever stubborn, calmly replies.

Marc wanted to roll his eyes at the obvious display of favoritism, but decided not to.

"I know. Their ancestors are already by their side as we speak. You don't need to interfere." The war goddess stood her ground, "I..am grateful for your concern. But we can handle this."

~~~

Khonshu had seen right through your shadowed eyes and realized that there were more things happening than what was in front of them. Sure, a sweet treat would've made you feel but something in him is stirring that your sudden closed off behavior was something more, just like the last time. He wanted to know what is bothering you, you had become his favorite mortal for being such a brave soul and for being the bringer of justice that he wants to have.

He is worried that you've lost your touch but is proven wrong tonight. Or... however many times he denies it, he's worried about your actual well-being not because he wants your skill but because he's growing a little fond of you.

Khonshu has a choice, either he disobeys your goddess' demands and checks up on you or he follows her orders. He wants to choose the former as he is actually concerned for you. He had missed the jokes tonight, however bad they were, that you always tell after every mission. And the fact that you lied(he caught it the moment you spoke a little too late for his liking) to them made him more concerned.

His head turns to his knight, knowing that the human had already chosen the latter, and he would want him to choose it too, not wanting to anger a war goddess from another pantheon, he sighs and nods.

"Fine. We will leave them alone. Come along, my knight." Grumbling, he turns his back to Ynaguinid.

"Wait." The goddess calls after them and slowly walks closer to where they are standing.

"Answer me, honestly…" He turns his attention back to her and nods for her to continue, "Do you really care or are you just finding a way to hurt my sundalo?" Her tone is ever harsh as she drops the question.

"Hurt them? What makes you think that our intentions are ill?!"

Oh, he had let that slip...But how could she think of that?! How dare she think of that when all they both wanted was for you to be well. Marc may deny it but Khonshu can feel within his avatar that he has grown fond of you too.

You had certainly left an impact on both of them when you entered their nightly missions and patrols.

The god's frustrated state manifested through the sudden strong gust of wind disturbing the place. He could also feel that his avatar was irked by her question.

"I only wanted to be sure, God of the Moon. My sundalo has gone through worse and I do not wish for that to repeat." She sneered when she mentioned his title but her last sentence was spoken with tenderness. She showed no reaction to the wind and its cause though.

"Her unstable state might cause problems in the future. We do not wish for an accident to happen while on the job now would we."

The god lied through his beak, his uneasiness of the situation and.. worry that if he tells the truth he might not be able to see you once again motivated him to do so. He knows right after he says it, Marc became more agitated and confused. Not his whole intention but he has to.

~~

What the hell…is that really the reason why he wants him to follow you? To keep you in check so that you won't mess up on the next mission? Just a moment before he was eager to help you. Marc had really thought that Khonshu cared. The god's confusing behavior made his jaw grow taut and also to his messed up reasoning, he glances at the goddess.

"I see." The goddess huffs, satisfied or not of the answer the Egyptian god has given, he could not tell. Then disappearing, probably to take care of you.

"What the hell was that?" He asked the bird god, unveiling his mask as he glares daggers on his stupid bird skull head.

"I was merely truthful, Marc Spector." The tall being huffs and walks away from him.

A humorless chuckle escaped his lips, "Maybe you're the one that needs to be kept checked, asshole.." He mumbles to himself, putting his mask back on as he follows the god. Khonshu ignores his comment, but he somehow tripped over nothing and that's when he knew the bird was upset about it.

~~

Ynaguinid immediately kneels in front of your hunched, sobbing form as soon as she arrives at your place. Mela, her 4th warrior, has been keeping you company and calming you down through soothing words and calming hands. She shares a look with Mela, one that is understanding but at the same time worried.

This has occurred far too many times than Ynaguinid's liking. Your thoughts have this twisted sense that keeps you from being yourself, from being her praised warrior after her bloodline rejected her blessing for hundreds of years. These thoughts that she thought she had already banished from your mind, but clearly hasn't. She can hear it, every single word thanks to her link to you as her warrior. And every time this voice speaks, she can feel the way your heart twinges in pain.

"Langga…" ‘My dear..’ She softly calls out to you, reaching your shoulders and giving a comforting rub.

Ynaguinid cares for you, she loves every single warrior she bears like her own child. Especially you, her warrior in the present times for nearly 4 years now and counting. You, who broke the chain of rejections of her blessings even if you knew that your family would disown you. You, who broke the modern standards of your country. You, who stood up for the deities and ancestors who laid their lives only for it to be completely nulled when they accepted and adapted to the colonizer's tradition.

Of course, some of them weren't to blame. Those people who did nothing were merely dust in the past while the people back then that defended their land are known today as heroes, as they should be. Some of them might have lost but that paved the way for the other heroes' success. and Ynaguinid is a witness to all of this. She wanted to give them their blessing, but they prayed to another god so all she could do was make sure their efforts weren't wasted. Through distracting the enemies while in the middle of war. .

Colonizers. Tch. They're easily enamoured by local beauty.

Which was why she had asked the Moon and his Knight the question. Ynaguinid has walked and observed the earth for eons. She knows when one is infatuated with her warrior. The people that have fallen for you, especially those people who know who you actually are, always have a knife behind their back. They always stab you on your back and break your heart to a million pieces, and she does not want history to repeat itself. She has to keep an eye out for you now too, since you have caught another deity's eyes.

Ynaguinid had hoped, though, that Khonshu had told the truth. She wasn't satisfied with the answer he gave to her as she wanted to hear it in his voice, that he does, he does care for you as much as how you had grown to care for the deity and his knight.

Your puffy, half-lidded eyes look at her, oh how that look always breaks her heart. She opens her arms to offer her embrace and you don't hesitate to throw yourself onto her. Ynaguinid rocks you back and forth as she cradles your form, like a mother would to a wailing baby to calm them down.

"I tried- I tried to ignore it—" You hiccup, your breathing uneven as you sob. Ynaguinid gently shushes you,

"Kabalo ko, langga, kabalo ko.."'I know, my child, I know..' She softly caresses your hair and kisses the crown of your head.

Even until now, those voices still rang around your head. Those hurtful words that are closely similar to the ones to the words your own mother had told you that night.

Seeing as you are still suffering from this, the deity opted to use a spell. She does not want you to suffer for a long time and have you hearing these unrelentless thoughts all night, she puts you to sleep, just like last time.

And just like that, the voices quiets down. As you are slowly pulled to slumber, your body visibly deflates as the tension is released from your form.

"Ang akong pinalangga..nganong nahitabo man kini sa imo…" 'My dear, dear child, why is this happening to you..' The goddess whispers as she cradles your face, brows raised and scrunched in worry as she watches your formerly pained face relax in peace. Like you hadn't carried any burden at all.

Ynaguinid gathers you to her arms and stands up, carrying you from the floor to your bed and gently lays you down. Your armor fading to your casual clothes as she tucks you in.

Mela pushes a stray hair away from your face, "Nagadala siya ug bug-at kaayo nga paghimogso sa iyang kaugalingon, akong diwata…tungod ba kini na wala siya na-anad sa pagka-sundalo?" 'They're carrying a heavy burden on themselves, my goddess, is this because they are not used to being a warrior?' The spirit asks, a soft hum in the wind fills the room.

Ynaguinid sighs, and nods somberly. "Kana..akong gikahiubos sa pagsulti na oo, saktu ka, Mela…" 'That…I am saddened to say that yes, you are right, Mela.'

The two beings could only watch you with sadness in their eyes, if only those thoughts be eradicated in a snap and never come back again, the deity would have done so.

[margaret-the-duck]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟIntro post*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

"Writers aren't exactly people... they're a whole bunch of people trying to be one person" - F. Scott Fitzgerald

hello I'm Maggie :)

basic infos: she/her, scorpio, minor, bi and ace, jayce neutral, goblin/hobbit core, wanna be writer, chaotic, has far too many projects at the same time, anxious mess, always confused, lost in fantasy worlds, gets really emotional when a long fanfiction updates the last chapter, tea enjoyer, member of the moss cult, wants new friends but is too socially awkward :,), can't hold a conversation (sorryyy), english isn't my default language so my phrasing might be weird

bands and artists I like: queen, ABBA, david bowie, red hot chili pepper, conan gray, nirvana, bon jovi, hozier, cavetown, slipknot, soad, movie music in general and anything from arcane

"Someone will always be prettier. Someone will always be smarter. Someone will always be younger. But they will never be you" - Freddie Mercury

Food I like: Strawberries, Cereals <3, any dessert, pasta and pizza, chicken nuggets, ananas (but not on pizza), cheese, chocolate, croquettes, anything with chicken

things that make me happy: my friends/family/girlfriend, music, my fandoms, my OTPs, raccoons, cats, my comfort characters, crocheting, creative things in general, braids, the netherlands, acorns, flowers, books, greek mythology, hugs, rainbows, character inspired playlists, owls, goats, frogs, lotr ambience playlists, walking through a forest (especially in spring and autumn)

my fandoms: lord of the rings, the hobbit, percy jackson, marauders, gravity falls, mcu/marvel, night at the museum, star wars, carry on, good omens, Sherlock, arcane

"I've never been so wrong in all my life" - Thorin Oakenshield

currently reading: uhhh not much lately

comfort books: percy jackson, the song of achilles, carry on

"Being a hero doesn't mean you're invincible. It just means that you're brave enough to stand up and do what's needed." - Piper McLean

comfort movies and series: the greatest showman, lord of the rings, the hobbit, anything from marvel but especially the guardians of the galaxy and ant man, night at the museum, gravity falls, monk, sherlock (I'd say arcane but arcane and comfort? Ehhh)

"There's some good in this world Mr Frodo, and it's worth living for" - Samwise Gamgee

languages I speak (more or less) : luxemburgish, german, french, english, currently learning spanish

things I do when I'm not just starring at my bedroom wall: baking for my friends, crocheting, designing clothes based on fictional characters, daydreaming about writing, wasting my time on pinterest and ao3, writing, reading, thinking of fake scenarios, listening to music, writing bad poetry,

"I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind the process" - Vincent van Gogh

[jiinjiinjarra]

GQ Japan // December 2024

Interview Translation [Eng]

Q: First of all, please let me say welcome back. I heard you were selected as a 'special warrior' while serving in the military. What kind of things did you feel and learn while belonging to the military organization which is completely different from the entertainment industry?

🐹: First, speaking from a physical standpoint, in terms of fitness, I was in about top 20% amongst many younger people/ones. I'm not at the level of an athlete, but I think it's because I had been continuously training for work. I learnt many things, but for instance, seeing people older than me running 5km every day, their attitude of always striving for improvement inspired me.

Q: After getting discharged, you immediately started your solo activities, including song making and appearance on variety shows. You're very busy, but does your approach to group activities differ from your solo activities?

🐹: In group activities, there's a direction that we're all picturing (together), so adjusting our opinions amongst the members is the most important thing. We can achieve results that exceed our expectations, by having an honest and open discussion. Also more than anything, having members by my side is very reassuring. On the other hand, in solo activities, there's more freedom in what you want to do, but it comes with responsibility and quite a lot of nervousness/tension.

Q: BTS is known for being close. As teamwork is essential, I believe there must be times where maintaining a good atmosphere is hard. Please tell us tips on how you communicate smoothly.

🐹: In our case, I think our leader RM's role is significant. He listens carefully to each of our opinions, then suggests and leads us to the best way/solution. He's reliable and trustworthy. Me and RM, both have things we'd like to do, but we don't assert them strongly in group activities, so instead, we'd like to/we prefer to reflect them in our solo projects.

Q: As an artist, in music and performance, where do you get your inspiration and ideas from?

🐹: In my case, I get inspiration and ideas from unexpected things. For example, when I'm reading comics and I think 'it's a beautiful colour', I immediately dye my hair into that colour (haha). If something interesting comes into my sight while I'm walking, I wonder whether I can do something like a surprise event with it. I get inspired a lot by colours. I especially like blue and when I see that colour, I come up with many bright thoughts. It's my belief to be in a bright and happy mood in life. I want to be laughing/smiling every day.

Q: I guess you might do a solo concerts in the future, but is there a routine that you definitely do before going on stage?

🐹: I take a big deep breath right before going on stage. I hold my breath for about 10 seconds and breathe out. By doing this it makes me feel relaxed. Also, my own special pink sparkling mic. I like it so I carry it around with me all the time (haha).

Q: As part of BTS, you've been on tour overseas, gave speech at the UN, and was the torch bearer in Paris, right after your discharge, transcending barriers of race and language. I have an impression that you always seem confident and yet you're very humble. How do you control your mental state?

🐹: Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, I try not to take it too seriously. Many things happen in life, but I try to stay calm. If I don't get deeply shaken/upset, I believe I can maintain a steady mental health/have a stable mental state.

Q: There are many people who are encouraged by BTS's music, performances, way of living, and thoughts/philosophy. Based on your experience, is there an advice you can give to those people who feel lost or have lost confidence and don't feel motivated?

🐹: I'd like to say 'you can do it'. I'm/I think of myself as an ordinary person and I don't think I have any special talents. I just have been working extremely hard with the roles I've been given, and fortunately I've been surrounded by very good people which I believe has led to good results. I want to say 'anyone can do it'.

Q: BTS is also the voices of the young people around the world. In the future, what kind of messages do you want to convey?

🐹: I hope you don't lose your sense of calm. Even during busy times, I hope you don't lose yourself and find a way to make yourself happy. This is different from being selfish. At least, I want to do that and I think I am doing that.

Q: Please tell us what you aim for in the future.

🐹: What others around me say/Opinions from others around me aren't that important. My priority goal is for ARMYs to like it and for them to be happy. For that, I can work tirelessly/no matter how exhausted I get. I'll continue to walk together with ARMYs.

Q: If you have the chance to visit Japan now, where would you like to go?

🐹: Hmm, l'd like to walk around in a city with beautiful night views.

Q: That's romantic. So, now that we've finished today's photo shoot, l'd like to ask about your fashion values and anything you pay attention to.

🐹: For me (in fashion), simple is the best. I don't overthink and what I'm wearing right at that moment is my style.

Q: "GQ JAPAN" has a concept called "TOKYO NEW GENTLEMEN" which expresses an image of men with an aesthetic sense free from rules, updating from the conventional image of a gentleman. I think BTS exactly exemplifies this, but what do you think are the elements that are essential for modern gentlemen?

🐹: Well... I think it's wonderful to be free from rules, but I think someone with basic manners (alongside with other qualities) is a gentleman. This not only includes the outward behaviours/actions (that can be seen) but also the inner qualities that can't be seen for example, being considerate of how someone feels/thinks. It's the best for everyone to have a friendly feeling towards each other and live peacefully. In order to do that, I believe I/we need to brush up our inner and outer beauty.

[Jin, who was at the photo shoot, was the Jin we all knew — a lovable person who's friendly, kind and sincere. Something that was different, was the many mature expressions he showed which had fresh maturity and sexiness that we had never see before. Living in this fast paced world, he has definitely cultivated something through his experience. 31 years old, Jin's new chapter has begun.]

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BTS // Magazines // Jin for "GQ Japan" Magazine // December 2024 // 241108 // 2024

date: 2024-11-08

Translation Cr. 061313purple // Interview Link (japanese)