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Hotel L'Era De Can Burges by Brad Downey in collaboration with AKAY, 2014.

A massive 9 bedroom country house hotel, 14 km outside of Girona, Spain is turned inside-out over the course of a week.  An entire football field was covered with fabric, they carried out 168 chairs, 23 beds, and emptied the house of all its lights and art. The cook shrieked to find all of the cookware and cutlery floating in the full sized swimming pool, clinking melodically on the calm surface, when she came that evening to prepare the 10pm dinner for the thirty hotel guests.

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Xena: See how calm the surface of the water is. That was me once. And then … [throws a stone into the lake] … the water ripples and churns. That’s what I became.
Gabrielle: But if we sit here long enough it will go back to being still again. You’ll go back to being calm.
Xena: But the stone’s still under there. It’s now a part of the lake. It might look as it did before but it’s forever changed.

Located in northern California, Lassen Volcanic National Park is a true winter wonderland. Silent, snow-covered volcanoes hide magma beneath their calm surfaces – clues to the area’s three million years of volcanic activity show up in steam vents, boiling springs and bubbling mudpots. Even in winter, these hydrothermal (“hot water”) features melt nearby snow and ice. Photo by Mike Matiasek, National Park Service.

Thin Mints and Menthol (Part II) (Steve Harrington x Reader)

PART 1   

PART 3?


Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary:  It’s set a year after Season 2 has finished and you’re a senior in high school who’s often getting into trouble with the law for petty crimes. And Hopper usually gets you out of trouble. Then one night the new officer Steve Harrington joins him. 

Words: 2.2k (i just didn’t know when to stop apparently)

Warnings:  Mild swearing, mild mentions of smoking, abusive behavior.

A/N: This is the second part to my series ‘Thin Mints and Menthol’, I got so many requests for a second part! Also I’m not American and I don’t smoke, so if I got any terminology wrong I’m sorry! I’m really thankful for all the amazing feedback. If you want a next part or to be tagged in future parts, let me know! Hope you enjoy!!


“And where the fuck have you been?”

His harsh voice startles You turned your head to face the man in front of you, his vice like grip on your wrist feeling like it could almost snap your bone. You winced slightly due to the pressure. You wince and whimper slightly, like a kicked puppy. It’s your Dad.

“Daddy, I’m sorry, I was studying at… Nancy Wheeler’s house and I forgot the time.”

“So why did Jim Hopper drop you off home?” You pause, you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. A dead giveaway.

“H-h-he saw me walking home in t-the dark and offered my a ride home on his way back to the station.” The grip on your wrist loosened, you could see his anger slowly subsiding. Apparently your lie is good enough to fool him. An almost devilish grin creeps across his face. He places a wet kiss onto your cheek, the smell of alcohol is suffocating. You gip as the smell of beer and body odour hit your nose as he pulls you into a hug. Coughing slightly as he does so to cover how disgusted you feel.

“Sorry Daddy, I’m really tired and I need a bath before I go to bed. May I be excused?” You ask politely, almost whispering, wary that anything could set him off again. Suddenly you feel his dirty nails dig into your back. As quickly as they do, he releases you again. His Cheshire Cat smile still plastered across his face, dirty yellowing teeth reside in his mouth, like mismatched gravestones. His face is unshaven, greasy and definitely unwashed. He looms over you threateningly, processing the question you had just asked him

“Sure.” He says finally as he saunters slowly over into the kitchen. You watch him as he opens the run-down green fridge and pulls out another beer. He starts to turn around but before he can face you, you’re running up the stairs to escape his gaze. You quickly dash into your room closing the door carefully so you don’t disturb him and cause him more anger. Tears spill from your eyes and cascade down your cheeks splashing onto you blouse. Breathing in unsteadily, you wait till the volume on the TV downstairs increases. Safety.

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make me choose: BtVS or Xena: Warrior Princess? @bluevii

Xena: See how calm the surface of the water is. That was me once. And then… [throws rock] the water ripples and churns. That’s what I became.
Gabrielle: But if we sit here long enough it will go back to being still again. You’ll go back to being calm.
Xena: But the stone’s still under there. It’s now a part of the lake. It might look as it did before but it’s forever changed.

Don’t fall in love
with the light inside of me
or the bright colours on my skin,
don’t fall for my calm surface
or my gentle insides,
only to wake up one day
and realize
that it’s always calm before a storm
and that you can only see the light
if there’s darkness in other parts.
—  // love me as a whole or don’t love me at all
j.d.m.
NieR Automata x Amazarashi’s “Deserving of Life” Reflects Your Psychological State

Back in February, Amazarashi released a collaborative song with NieR Automata titled “Deserving of Life”. Hiromu Akita, the vocalist songwriter of Amazarashi, is actually a NieR fans and immediately accept Yoko Taro’s invitation to create a track for NieR Automata. Akita said that he created the song with the theme of “What is important enough to make you throw out life” which is a common theme to the NieR series and amazarashi.

The music video was created with a deep psychological background in mind. It features 200 dolls that getting destroyed to pieces by machines. Even though the story was based on Yoko Taro’s draft, the video direction was created by a creative team. Since they wanted to create a video that will impact deeply in the viewers’ mind, they invited an expert social psychologist, Hiroshi Kawashima, to the team. 

Hiroshi Kawashima explains that the video was designed to reflects the viewers’ psychological condition. It’s possible to diagnose a character of a person by identifying what kind of reaction a person have after viewing the video. Kawashima said that there’re 8 patterns of personalities that can be identified after watching the video. Feel free to join the personalty test bellow.

WATCH THE “DESERVING OF LIFE” MUSIC VIDEO:

Alternative Links: JP || NA

QUESTION

What kind of impression did you have after watching the Music Video?
Please choose one of the answers from 1 to 8 which is closest to yourself.

  1. “I can not forgive the action of destroying a beautiful doll”
  2. “I felt an unbearable emptiness” 
  3. “I felt a ray hope in the middle of desperation”
  4. “I felt a beautiful thing somewhere in the ruins”
  5. “I felt a bit of excitement” 
  6. “I thought that the soiled beautiful dolls were erotic” 
  7. “I thought of the dolls were a poor thing” 
  8. “I thought that it was cruel and disgusting”

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The Domestic Garden Witch: Waterworks

So maybe you’re a college witch with limited space and money, limited to the one window in your dorm. Or, maybe you’re a witch without extensive backyard space who wants to start up a magical garden. Perhaps you’re a kitchen witch who wants the freshest herbs right at her fingertips.

For many witches, having a garden seems to be a bit of a no-brainer. After all, plants and magic go hand-in-hand. Plus, when thinking of a witch, it’s hard not to think of a cottage in the woods with a little vegetable garden out front. Unfortunately for the majority of us, our cottage in the woods is a tiny flat, and our garden out front is a windowsill with limited space.

This is when it comes time to embrace your craftiness and bring your garden indoors! Not only does it place your garden in a convenient location, it also allows you to freshen the air, recycle what would otherwise harm the earth, and embrace your witchy green thumb!

Bringing Another Element to the Garden

It’s that time of the year! Graduations are in full swing, and the city of San Luis experiences its bi-annual exodus of students coming in and out of town for college, work, and housing. Though the faces may change, one thing is definitely constant: we’ve got a lot of gardens and greenery here! One thing being somewhat less constant depending on when you’re in California is the presence of water. But with several creeks and streams cutting through SLO proper, and the presence of nearby Salinas River, Morro Bay, and… well, the ocean, we can safely say that water features are a part of what helps keep the pulse going here.

In the garden, water features are not only works of art (as many of SLO’s man-made water features are), but can also be utilitarian or spiritual in nature. From irrigating your plants in fashion to providing a space for scrying and reflection, it’s not hard to convert your garden into a beautiful and spiritual sanctuary.

I know, I know… there are some of you out there saying “But Josh, how the hell am I supposed to fit a bird bath or a water fountain on my windowsill? I live on campus for gods’ sakes!” Bear with me!

Spiritual Cleansing and Reflection

First of all, why would you want a water feature in your garden in the first place? The immediate answers that come to mind are usually something along the lines of “they’re pretty” or “they’re relaxing.” But in my opinion, they hold a bit of a deeper significance.

Water is a source of life - even succulents require water to thrive. Soil alone is not enough, and neither is light. As such, a life-giving element can also help lift the energy of a space, cleansing it through sound and appearance. Consider the emotion invoked by sitting near a fountain or a small waterfall or by a running stream. The sound of running water often inspires calm and peaceful thoughts and emotion. This is of immeasurable benefit for a witchy garden!

But moving water is not the only way for the element to be represented in a witchy context. Standing pools of water can invoke many of the same feelings due to their calm surfaces and tranquil movements when disturbed by a breeze. These reflection pools can be used for meditation or for scrying, both practices that are helpful for maintaining spiritual health and for divination.

Bringing the Magic Home

It’s extremely easy to put together the most basic water feature: a birdbath. A common method is to place a terra cotta saucer on a wire stand (such as a tomato stand or a milking stool) and then fill it with water. Other times, one can substitute the saucer with a trash can lid or other wide, shallow dish. Bless the water or set it out under a full moon if you wish to add a bit of extra magic to it! Additionally, a clear quartz crystal in the water is a great discreet way of helping maintain an enchantment on your water feature.

The fact that it attracts birds adds to the allure, helping for those who enjoy bird-watching either for pleasure or for divination. But try getting even closer with nature by adding some stones to the middle of the bath to provide a dry, sloping surface for bees and insects or as an additional perch for birds.

Water falls and artificial streams and pools can be built into a backyard for the same purposes. Consider how you can turn them into larger scale scrying pools for use during full or new moons!

Now, bringing it back to the windowsill! Some stores sell small water features such as miniature water fountains. These can be purposed much in the same way. However, if money is a factor, use a tea saucer or shallow bowl. This source of water may not help births bathe, but it will still serve as a space cleanser. In addition, if you have crystals that need cleansing, they can be submerged in this water for that same purpose!

How will you know when the water has cleansed as much as it could? Either it will become stagnant with dust and debris or it will completely evaporate - whichever comes first!

Take it a step further by turning it into a little shrine space! Many deities and spirits can be linked with water, and such a little water feature is a perfect way to honor them!

No matter the size or design, consider the many benefits water can bring to your spiritual garden!

And may all your harvests be bountiful!
Blessed Be! )O(

Theo Reaken Imagine- I’m Not A Bad Guy

Anon-Theo comes back to town and the whole pack is very protective of you and telling you to stay away from him, but Theo has a certain interest in you and is always trying to talk to you and invite you over without the pack knowing

Authors note- Thankyou for the request, this was very interesting to write and I hope you enjoy x

“Y/n, what did I tell you?” Lydia groaned. “Don’t trust Theo” you said with an eye roll, out of routine. “So ignore him” she added. “I cant, we go to the same school!” you claimed, throwing your arms around. “You could at least block his number” she raised her eyebrows. “Well erm, I thought maybe it would be best to keep it for… security purposes” you excused. “No, you want to keep it because you fancy him” she said, as you merged with Malia and Kira in the hallway. “You best not be talking about who I think you are” Malia said, correctly judging the situation. “Nope, we’re talking about someone different” you protested. “And who may that be?” Malia asked. “You know I’m lying, there’s no point” you whined. “Theo asked to meet her tonight” Lydia told. “You’re seriously not considering it Y/n” Kira joined in. “Why do you guys hate him so much?” you questioned, already knowing the answer. “He’s a sociopath” “Manipulative” “Evil asshole”  they all began saying at the same time. “People change” you argued, as you entered the school library. “Yes, but not in the matter of a week” Lydia said wisely as you all took your usual seats. “Its best we end this conversation before Sco- Oh hey Scott” Kira smiled, after noticing him and Stiles walking over. “I heard you four bickering. You’re not meeting him” Scott continued. You huffed and sunk back into your chair, “It’s not like I wanted to go anyway” you crossed your arms. Stiles let out a fake choke, not needing supernatural abilities to tell that was a lie. “I hate him, I actually hate him” Liam said storming over with Mason trailing behind him. “Who?” everyone asked at the same time, besides you because you were being grumpy. “Theo! He was flirting with Hayden and I swear he came this close to kissing her” Liam demonstrated by putting his face close to Mason’s, earning a very disapproving look from him. But with that your heart sank, you realised that you weren’t special just another piece in his twisted board game and like everyone else you were being played. You knew the werewolves could tell, but you simply put on a brave face and acted like you weren’t bothered. Again.

“What’s up with you?” Theo asked, while maintaining his charm and careless persona. “Wouldn’t you like to know” you said, brushing past him and into your history class. He was expecting the usual flirtatious remark from you, which you could get away with every so often when the rest of the pack weren’t near your lesson. You sat at your desk and slammed your books on the table, you weren’t sure as to why you felt so hurt by the sociopath that was trying to break up your pack. He sat on the desk behind you, knowing if he attempted to sit next to you, he probably would have got a punch in the face. “Someone must be on their peri-” he began. “Don’t even say it” you said firmly through gritted teeth. “Woah feisty, does this mean the deals off?” he asked. “There was never a deal” you said with a raised eyebrow. “I promised to not tell the pack you admitted to liking me, if you went on a date with me” he interrupted. “That’s pretty counter productive if you ask me and FYI I don’t like you Theo” you scoffed, earning you a raised eyebrow, because he heard your heart race. “Why do you want to go on date with me anyway? So you can pry information out of me? So you can get one over on them? So you can get back at Scott by trying to steal one of his pack members?” you began to list. “No actually, because I want to talk to you” he claimed. “We’re talking right now” you rolled your eyes. As if on queue your phone started to buzz from on your desk. Stiles: Meet us at the jeep ASAP, I think we’ve found something. Theo clearly saw because he carried on quickly before you stood up. “Meet me and the coffee house, the one a few blocks from the animal clinic at 8″ he followed you with his eyes. You simply gave a shrug in response and smirked as you made your way back out of the door, before your teacher noticed. You didn’t know that Theo then continued to cover for you by coming up with an elaborate story as to why you weren’t in the lesson, and taking the detention for skipping class, so you didn’t have to.

”Stiles, you’ve got three seconds to move away from me before I punch you in the face!” you were trying to keep your calm. As per usual, Stiles came to the wrong conclusion and you all ended up having to ditch school to go to some remote area, in search for clues. “I’m sorry okay guys, I really thought this would have worked” he sighed casually, as if you hadn’t drove for an hour in the car, ruined your white shoes on that stupid muddy field and came close to hypothermia all for nothing. “What’s the time?” Kira asked with a groan, knowing her mom was going to be mad at her for ditching school. “It’s half seven” Lydia answered as she pouted at the time on her phone. Shit, you internally shouted while trying to remain calm on the surface. “Hey Lyd, would you mind dropping me to Deaton’s clinic now please?” you said with puppy dog eyes. “Cute, but why the sudden rush?” she questioned. “I need to see him before it closes” you retort. “Y/n you know he lets us go in at any time, considering he’s the druid for our pack” she said, with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, but then I need to go home in time to catch my mom before she leaves for work-” you improvised. “Why?” Malia interrogated. When you paused to think, a few of them clocked on. “You’re not seriously thinking about meeting him?” Stiles groaned. “I’m not meeting him!” you protested with a foot stomp. “Promise” Kira said childishly. You nod your head, not wanting to openly lie to them or break a promise. Lydia gave you a disappointed look but pulled out her car keys and you headed off.

“So, we’re here” Lydia gave a weak smile. You looked out the window to see you were parked outside of the coffee house. “You knew?” you said with a loud sigh. “Of course I knew, I know everything about you” she replied. “Don’t worry, I wont tell the others. Just be careful okay” she added reluctantly. She was your best friend until the end, but she knew that the only way you could learn was by making the mistakes yourself. You opened the car door and entered the coffee shop nervously. You looked around, you should of known. He stood you up, to embarrass you. You turned around but Lydia had already drove off, she was clearly going to stall and mislead the others from trying to catch you out. You felt awkward to say the least, until you saw him. He was sitting at the back of the room with two coffees and a two slices of cake. You watched for a minute as he adjusted the coffee cup so the logo was facing straight and how he kept feeling the side to make sure it was still hot enough for you. You watched as he fluffed his hair up because he remembered overhearing you tell Lydia that he looked cute with it like that, and how he gave you the cake with the most icing on it because he overhears you talk about vanilla icing at lunch. You noticed all the napkins, sugar sachets and stirring spoons on the table from him impulsively getting more while waiting for you. For a moment, anything supernatural faded and Theo seemed to be nothing more than a charming boy who wanted to go on a date, purely because he liked you. It didn’t take him long to smell your perfume and hear your heartbeat from across the room and your daydream was interrupted by a smirk and him standing up. You slowly strolled over to him and he tucked your chair in behind you, before sitting back down. Your surprised expression caused him to furrow his brows, “What?” he asked. “Nothing” you shook your head and took a sip of coffee to hide your smile. You’d never have pictured him to be a romantic. “Sorry I’m late, pack business” you excused, waiting for him to bombard you with questions to get some sort of information out of you. But he simply said it was fine and refused to take any money from you to pay for the drinks and cake. You had been there for about an hour and you seemed to be really hitting it off with one another, surprisingly there wasn’t a dull moment. “Why did you ask me out on a date, like the real reason?” you suddenly asked, breaking the happy mood. “Honestly?” he asked. You nod your head and waited for his response. “I like you Y/n, a lot. I’m not lying, listen to my heartbeat” he gently reached for your hand and looked at you softly to show you that you could trust him, before placing it on his chest. He looked you in the eye and said it again, and like he said, his heart didn’t show any signs of lying, like Scott had taught you. You gave him a small genuine smile which he returned. “I like you too” you weren’t sure if you had made the biggest mistake of your life but in that moment, you didn’t care. You found yourself staring a his lips and before you knew it, his were pressed against yours. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Scott-” you shouted as you pulled away from Theo. Stiles and Malia shortly burst through the door, followed by a panicked Lydia who had been trying to stop them from finding you for the past few hours. You glanced back at Theo and watched as the natural smile that was on his face faded and a false smirk appeared. “Get your coat, we’re leaving” Scott demanded. “No” you simply replied, which even shocked Theo. Scott’s face remained firm but his eyes relaxed. He did that sometimes, where he forgets that even though he’s your alpha he was once just a friend. “Y/n, just come on please” Stiles said calmly, after noticing Malia’s claws. “I’ll kill him” she growled under her breath, assuming Theo was solely to blame. “Everyone just calm down! I’m sure there’s a rational explanation as to why they appeared to be kissing” Lydia tried to diffuse. “Oh believe me, we were kissing” Theo interrupted with a cocky expression, which dropped as he looked back at you. “I like him” you blurted out impulsively. Everyone stopped glaring at Theo, and began to stare at you quizzically. “And I have for a while now” you continued. “You have got to be kidding” Stiles said with a lot of hand gestures. “I will admit, he is a dick to you guys” you ignored Stiles’ comment and Theo’s reaction. “But he makes me happy and that’s all that should really matter” you gave a small smile, before reaching to lace your hands together, which he returned with a smile he couldn’t hide. “Awww!” Lydia cooed, breaking the silence. “Absolutely not” Stiles claimed, which Malia agreed. “She’s right” Scott spoke, earning him confused looks off all of you. “I mean look at us, we said we’d try to keep our personal lives out of the supernatural as much as we could and here we are, not letting Y/n date a guy she likes, over a stupid pack feud” he said wisely. “He tried to kill you Scott, remember that?” Stiles accidently shouted, turning a few heads in the coffee shop. “It doesn’t matter, it’s her life and even if we don’t agree, we’re her friends and we’ll be here to catch her if she falls” he lectured. You gave him a friendly pat on the chest to show your endearment. “I guess” Stiles reluctantly sighed. “If you even think about hurting her, I swear to god I’ll shove your head so far up your ass you have to fuck yourself from the inside out-” Malia huffed. “So does this mean you’re okay with me and Theo dating, that is if you’d like to” you glanced back at him. He rubbed his thumb over your hand, “Of course I would” he said uncharacteristically sweetly but nervously, as he glanced at Malia. “That settles it” Scott clapped awkwardly. “I suppose, we’ll leave you guys to it” Lydia said, giving you a wink as they began to head towards the door. “Sorry about that” you laughed with a blush as they had completely gone. “Don’t worry about it, and don’t worry I’d never hurt you. I may be a bad boy, but I’m not a bad guy” he said endearingly. “I know” you gave a trusting smile. “Sooo, before they came in” he hinted. “I think we should pick up where we left it” you smirked knowingly. With that he pulled your chair closer to the table, before passionately pressing his lips to yours. Who would have known, your life would never be the same again after falling hopelessly in love with Theo Raeken.

Requests are still closed but I hope you enjoyed this Theo imagine, it’s my first one of him. Extremely sorry for the slow af upload but better late than never am’rite.

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When you’re immortal, there’s a point after a couple decades or maybe centuries, when everything becomes boring. It has happened to Magnus as well – after a long while of going through day-to-day motions, ordinary chores and mundane routines, he has gotten sick of them and instead searched for new ways to reinvent living without falling into absolute decadence.


He stopped doing his own laundry in favor of sending it to professional businesses, cooked rarely and instead snapped his fingers to conjure the best dishes from around the world; even walking or talking became a show of grace and elegance and poise to the point of not seeming remotely human underneath layers of satins and silks and the most expensive jewelry.


So this shouldn’t feel special, yet it is. The windowsill is cluttered full of clay pots with herbs preening in the natural light, mint and basil and rosemary alongside species that do not have a name in any language close to English; the window itself is thrown wide open, letting in a breeze smelling of pollen and carrying the buzz of the city.


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If someone feels dislike or even aggression towards a person who is quiet, it’s because they can’t stand silence. You see, when there is silence, thoughts are inevitable. Quiet people are like the calm surface of water, and some people cannot stand reflection. They get angry at the mirror for what it shows them.
—  INFP thoughts
Assassin!Harry (Part 3)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, falling in love with her. 

You can read part one here. 

You can read part two here. 

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Four months. Harry had managed to keep Y/N in his life for four months. He was a different person; at least, he had Y/N thinking he was. His thoughts still drifted to the macabre, longing for the rush of another kill whenever he wasn’t with her. But she gave him a different, better kind of rush, and he loved it. Harry loved her. However, he didn’t like to admit this to himself. Harry didn’t love anything before Y/N, and part of him wished he still didn’t. The only things he used to crave were murder, violence, careful planning and stalking…but now he craved her. He liked–loved–having her around, he was emotionally attached to something for the first time in his life. But there was just one problem: How long could he keep his real life a secret from her?

He’d received two more payments for assassinations since meeting her. On top of Y/N’s, that left a total of three incomplete missions that Harry desperately wanted to fulfill but knew, deep down, that he never could. He could never pursue another kill again, for Y/N’s sake and for the sake of their relationship. It wouldn’t be long before one of his clients caught up with him, and he knew that. But unfortunately for Harry, he had less time than he thought.

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Harry had just finished running his fingers through his messy curls to style them when he heard the lock on his door start to rattle. He’d given Y/N a key last week, and he smiled to himself as he heard her let herself into his apartment. He liked the feeling of having someone in his life to share his home with. Life was easy with Y/N; he didn’t have to try to put on an act to get her. She loved him for who he was.

Or, who she thought he was.

“Hi darling,” Harry said, moving over to Y/N as she closed the door behind her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him. He smiled at her as their lids fluttered open, her gorgeous eyes meeting his twinkling green ones. “How was the daycare?”

“Same as always,” she said, fixing his collar so that it laid flat. “I’ve been helping Mia with her reading, the little four year old I was telling you about? She’s absolutely brilliant, her mom told me today that she read an entire Dr. Seuss book by herself. She’s only four years old and she read a whole book!” Harry’s eyes were intently fixated on Y/N. He smiled to himself as he observed the way the corners of her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way her entire body seemed to light up when she talked. He had never felt so lucky in his entire life.

“How did life as a secret agent treat you today?” Y/N asked, teasing him, with extra emphasis on ‘secret agent.’

Harry smiled. He felt guilty that Y/N still believed he worked for the government, but he didn’t let the guilt show. He never did. “Can’t tell ya. Hence the secret part. But ’m glad you’re doing so well with Mia. I ordered pizza for dinner, hope that’s alright?”

“Perfect!” Y/N exclaimed, moving over to the sofa by the window. She plopped down, kicking off her shoes as Harry turned to follow her. Just as Harry went to sit down, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Must be the pizza,” Harry said, shuffling towards the apartment’s entrance. “I’ve got it.”

Y/N stayed put on the couch, fiddling with her fingernails, until a chillingly familiar voice sounded throughout the apartment. A voice that had haunted her for years, and had just started to lose its control over her mind. She froze, in shock, before turning to face the doorway, coming face to face with the worst, scariest human being she had ever met: her ex-boyfriend, Jack.

“I want my fucking money, bro,” he yelled, his cold eyes just as angry as she remembered. Y/N ducked next to the couch, immediately trying to hide herself from view. Her head was spinning, throbbing almost. What the fuck was Jack doing at Harry’s apartment?

Harry went into immediate assassin mode. Calm, cool, collected. Voice deep, words slow. Establish the upper hand before this man tried to pull something. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Don’t play stupid you asshole. The 50 grand I slid through your window four months ago? I want that shit back. I want it back and I’m going to take care of her myself, since you’re clearly incompetent.”

Harry let out a low, emotionless laugh, though he was a bit frightened. He was so careful to make sure that nobody who had hired him ever got to see his face, but now someone knew what he looked like. He was screwed. “These things take time. If you want your money back, I can get it for you right now, but then the mission goes unfinished. So, what do you–”

“I have a gun,” Jack threatened, shakily. “And I swear to God, I will blow your fucking brains out and hers too as soon as I find her.”

“And risk being caught?” Harry questioned, remaining completely calm, although below the surface he was frantic. Y/N was literally in his apartment. There was no way out of this one. He needed to get this guy away from him, away from Y/N, and then make a run for it.

“You know what? Fuck this. I’m going to the police.” Jack spun on his heel, but what Harry said next caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

“If you go to the police, what are you going to tell them? Huh? That you shelled out $50,000 to have someone murdered in cold blood in your name, and now the hit man you hired has taken too long to fulfill his duty? You’re going to tell them you got ripped off by an assassin?” Jack was silent. “You’re just as guilty.”

An assassin? Y/N’s head was spinning. She was desperately trying to make sense of the exchange going on between her ex-boyfriend and her current boyfriend, but she was making herself dizzy trying to put the pieces together. She felt her eyes well up with tears. If Jack really did have a gun, he would not hesitate to use it on her the second he found out she was there. He was crazy, a loose cannon. She needed to stay hidden.

Jack huffed, running a furious fist through his tangled blonde hair. “Fuck. You.”

“Trust me,” Harry began, levelheaded as ever. “This operation has been made a priority. Murdering someone isn’t an overnight task.”

“Yeah, except you’ve had four months. I’m over this. I’m going to get my guys, and I swear, even if it’s the last thing I do, I will fucking end you. And then I’ll end her myself. The only reason I hired you is because I didn’t want to have any blood on my hands but I don’t give a shit anymore. I may not know anything about you, even your name. But I do know that you are over.” And with that, Jack had taken off running down the hallway, and Harry had slammed the door behind him, his face as red as a fire truck. This was about to come crashing down on him. All of his careful, tedious work and planning…it was all about to be over. He was done for.

He raced down the hall, towards his bedroom. Y/N chased him, confused and angry and shocked and sad all at once. “Harry, what’s going on?” Nothing. He started rooting through his dresser drawers, tossing out fistfuls of clothing and leaving it strewn across the floor. “Do you know him? Do you know Jack?” Still, silence. “Harry, what the fuck is going on? Why does he want you to end me? What does he mean when he says he hired you?” She was yelling now, and the tears were flowing freely. “You’re scaring me. Answer me!”

Harry pulled out a large, bulging yellow envelope out of his dresser drawer, tossing it on the bed. “I have to go.”

“What?” She shook her head, more clueless than she had ever felt in her life.

“Y/N, you love me right?”

“Harry, what are you-”

“You’d love me whether I was sick or whether I was poor or whether I had a different job?”

“Of course, I-” Harry dumped the folder’s contents out on the bed, revealing stack after stack of crisp $100 bills. “Harry, where did you get all that money?”

Harry was frantic, panicking, rushing around like crazy. “We all have our secrets right? What I really do for a job, that’s my secret.”

“What are you talking about? Why are you saying all of this? I-”

“I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Y/N! I can’t. I’m not a-a-a secret agent.” He was at a complete loss for words, struggling to find what to say. “I don’t work for the government, I’m not licensed to have any of those guns you found in that closet all those months ago. And I don’t use those weapons for self-defense like I said. I use them to kill people.”

“Harry, please-” He was running around his bedroom like crazy, shoving things into a duffel bag without hardly looking to see what they were.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. In two days, you’re going to meet me at the International Airport.” He swiped a stack of money off of the bed, handing it to Y/N. “Pack a suitcase with clothes, shoes, anything else you might need. You’re going to take a taxi there, give the driver this money. I know it’s far, so you have to tell him to drive all through the night, and you’re not going to tell anyone, okay?”

She stared at the money in her hands, tears blurring her vision. “Harry, I can’t do this, I’m too afraid, I have no idea what’s going on, I-”

“Act like you’re brave, and you will be. I promise. That man…Jack…he’s going to be back soon. And with a lot of really dangerous people. You have to get out of here before he finds you. I love you, Y/N.”

“Harry, I don’t think I can do this alone.”

“Yes, you can. I know you can.” He grabbed his duffel bag, zipping it feverishly, then bounded towards the front door. “You have to.” He kissed her quickly, before swiping his car keys off the hook and racing out the door.

And just like that…he was gone.

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Every part of her body told her to turn around. As she walked into the airport, her limbs were screaming at her to stop, to chase down the taxi driver that had just dropped her off, and to drive back to her dorm room, away from Harry and every problem that he had caused for her. But, despite all of that, she was worried sick about him. She would follow him to the ends of the earth to make sure he was okay. And that’s why she kept walking. Through the revolving doors, up the stairs, until she reached the security line right outside the gate Harry told her to wait in front of.

From just the exchange she had heard between Jack and Harry, Y/N had pieced a few things together, though they didn’t make much sense to her. Jack had given Harry a lot of money for something involving a ‘her’ that Y/N had assumed she was. Harry had a lot of guns, but he didn’t use them for a government job like he had told her. Jack had referred to Harry as an assassin, but Y/N didn’t know what that meant, entirely. If Harry was accepting money to murder people, like Jack had said, how many people had he killed? And where did she come in? Was it a coincidence that Jack and Harry knew each other? She felt her heart rate flare up and her head grow hot with anger. She felt like she didn’t know the man she loved, and she needed answers.

Just then, Harry came bounding into view, dressed in all black, duffel bag in tow. He leaned in to kiss her, then pulled her into a tight hug, breathing in her perfume, the smell of her hair, everything. Y/N didn’t hug back. She didn’t do anything.

“We don’t have much time.”

“You need to tell me what’s going on.”

Harry rooted through his backpack and pulled out two plane tickets, handing one of them to her. “I bought these an hour after I ran out of my apartment. Our flight leaves in 40 minutes. Grab your things, and-”

She was madder than she had ever been. “Harry, if you don’t stop for two seconds to tell me what the hell is going on, I am going to walk right out of this building and I swear to God I will never talk to you again.”

This was enough to make him stop. He ran his left hand through his hair, bringing it down to rub his face in exasperation. “Fine,” he sighed, speaking gently but hurriedly. “What do you want to know?”

“What are you?”

“I-”

“What. Are. You. You don’t work for the government like you told me. I already have an idea in my head of how you make your living and if you tell me you’re anything different from what I think you are I’m going to need some serious convincing.”

He sighed. He looked at her face, so pained and…disappointed. He hated himself for doing this to her. “Okay, okay,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder to make sure nobody was within hearing range. “People call it different things, but I guess you might call me a hit man. People pay me to kill other people off.”

Y/N felt sick. She honestly thought she might throw up. Her heart surged with anger, and it took everything in her not to spit in his face. Her furious eyes searched his, praying that this was all a joke or a dream or anything other than the reality she had found herself swept away in. “I have no idea who you are. I cannot believe I wasted four months of my life on a figment of my imagination. You are not even close to the person you made me think you were.” She reached to pick up her suitcase, but Harry grabbed her arm, fast as lightning.

“I wanted to tell you,” he continued. Y/N tore her arm from Harry’s grip, but she didn’t try to run away again. She decided she was going to get her answers. “I was just scared you’d hate me. That you’d react…well, exactly like this.” He reached a hand up to the back of his neck, the smooth eloquence with which he usually spoke completely gone in Y/N’s presence.

Y/N was crying now. “Well how the fuck else was I supposed to react? What did you expect?” she shouted. “Bonnie and Clyde?”

“Keep your voice down!” Harry hissed. “You’re going to get us both killed.”

“Oh, well maybe I should keep screaming then,” Y/N said, knowing she was on the brink of a complete meltdown. “Sounds like me being killed would be doing you a huge favor!”

Harry froze. “Y/N, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, Harry. I’m not stupid. My psychotic ex-boyfriend comes barging into your apartment demanding the money he paid to you, a hit man, saying ‘I’m going to end her myself?’ He was talking about me. He hired you to kill me.” Harry was silent. “Just admit it, Harry. Don’t be a coward for once in your life and just say it.”

Harry’s face went slack. His entire body went slack. He felt like he was going to faint. “I…Okay. It’s true.” Y/N whimpered like a sick puppy, and this sound indicative of her heart breaking shook Harry to his core. “But! Y/N, please, let me explain.” She swatted tears away from her face, not saying anything. Harry took this as his cue to go on. He realized that he was running out of time, but he didn’t care. He loved her, and she deserved to know the truth. “The night we met, I had every intention of killing you. But it took about two minutes with you before I realized that I could never, ever bring myself to do it. I knew within two minutes of knowing you that I was going to love you. And I was right, Y/N, because I do love you.”

A quiet sob left Y/N’s lips. She was doing her best not to attract a crowd, but she had never felt so violated in her life. Their entire relationship had been built on a lie. She had fallen in love with a complete and utter stranger. “Don’t tell me you love me when you don’t love anything on this fucking planet.”

“Y/N, that isn’t true! The night we met, I sure as hell wasn’t planning on falling in love. Until I met you, I was a sociopath.”

“You still fucking are,” Y/N sneered, reaching down to pick up her suitcase once more. “God, I cannot believe I actually agreed to meet you here! And I even packed a bag and everything! What is wrong with me? I-”

“Y/N, stop. I promise you that I will give you every single answer you want but only after we’re out of the country. Please. Just pick up your suitcase, and take your ticket, and come with me. I need you.” And he meant it. Jack had for sure found out Harry’s name by now. There was no point to running from the authorities that were surely after him right at that moment if he wasn’t going to be running with Y/N by his side.

“I can’t leave with you! I have a life here, an honest, real, life. How dare you even ask me that!”

Harry was panicking. He needed to be in the security line. “Y/N, please.”

“No.” She wiped a tear from her face, still sick to her stomach. “But you need to go. Jack is psychotic and he has ways of getting what he wants. There are people after you right now, I’m sure of it.”

“Y/N-”

“Go.”

He looked at her, over at the security line, and then back to her. He heaved a heavy sigh, then leaned in to kiss her, more passionately than he ever had in his entire life. Y/N knew she shouldn’t, but she kissed him back. She was the first to pull away, putting her hands on either side of his face. She repeated again, “Go.”

And so he did. He swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and walked through the security line. Y/N watched him the whole time, tears spilling out of her eyes. She watched as he got to the security officer checking his boarding pass, but even though she couldn’t hear their exchange, something about the way the two were interacting gave her a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, two security officers rushed him from the back, each seizing an arm on either side of his body. Without thinking, Y/N bolted forward, running as fast as she could towards Harry.

“Harry!” she cried out, her eyesight completely obstructed with tears.

“No!” Harry shouted as a third security officer grabbed ahold of Y/N’s arms, pinning them behind her back.

“Do you know this man?” the officer demanded. “His name was put on the no-fly list yesterday.”

“I-” Y/N looked over at Harry, who was vehemently shaking his head to say no, no, no, please do not tell that man you know who I am. It was already bad  enough that Harry was going to be carried away for the rest of his life. He would never forgive himself if Y/N got caught up in it too. “No,” Y/N finally said, and the man loosened his grip on her arms. “Never met him.”

“Get out of here, miss,” the guard said. It seemed like everyone in the entire terminal was staring at Y/N and Harry. Y/N took one last look at Harry as he mouthed I love you to her, his face the most clear picture of distress and pain Y/N had ever seen. She turned around, dragged herself over to where her suitcase was, and picked it up in time to see four armed, uniformed police officers round the corner. It took every ounce of her being not to run over and plead with them to be gentle with him, but she knew she had to keep moving. She ducked her head and walked, as fast as she could, away from the terminal to the airport’s exit.

The image of Harry mouthing I love you played on a ceaseless repeat in Y/N’s head. As she walked out of the airport, tears streaming down her cheeks, she swore she could physically feel her heart crush. Because she knew–no, she was sure–that she still loved him. She probably always would.


A/N: Hi friends!! I think this is gonna conclude this mini-series. I absolutely loved writing it and all of your sweet messages asking me to continue of course made me so happy! I wanted to leave it up to your interpretation to decide what happens to Harry at the end. If you liked part 3 or any other part of the series or if you have any feedback whatsoever, feel free to drop a message in my ask letting me know!!<3

“Alright. I’m ready now… Say it,” John says abruptly, taking hold of Sherlock’s wrist and turning to face him. He is smiling; laughter still lingering on his lips from the bout of giggling they’d just shared over the ridiculous attempt at escape the criminal had made when they’d cornered him during the case they’d just concluded.

Regent’s park is hushed around them. They’ve cut through heading back to Baker Street, enjoying a walk in the unseasonably pleasant weather. The late afternoon sun is warm with the first breath of Spring in the air, the world springing back to life in that way that stirs the soul back to awareness.

John is incandescent; his whole face is glowing with the exertion of the case, his eyes are sparkling with the thrill of the challenge and his silver hair is quivering in the breath of wind.

That familiar warmth curls into Sherlock’s chest at seeing John like this and, under John’s attentive stare, that heat creeps into his cheeks. He looks down at John’s grasp on his wrist as he feels an uncomfortable twinge in his stomach.

“Say what?” Sherlock pulls his eyes up to John as his face scrunches in confusion.

“Come on. You were giving me that look, Sherlock… I know what it means.” A jolt of cold anxiety shoots through Sherlock’s system and he swallows. Of course John knows… he’s not an idiot.

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anonymous asked:

I know prompts are closed and I feel bad about asking this but my girlfriend just broke up with me because she doesn't have enough time in her life for me so could you maybe write something about Maggie feeling like Alex doesn't have time for her and Alex comforts her? I just need someone to have a happy ending that I didn't get. But if you don't have time don't worry about writing it.

It’s always the other way around.

She’s always the one accused of putting work ahead of the relationship, always accused of not caring enough – even though she bends over backwards, every day, every night, every moment in between, to be as affectionate as she can be, to be as thoughtful as she can be, even when she’s exhausted, even when she’s a nervous wreck, even when god this really has to get done, but she needs to know she means something to me – but now?

Now that she’s dating a secret agent with a superhero for a sister?

Now, she thinks she knows a little bit what it feels like.

And she understands, she does. She truly, truly does. Because their jobs are so different, but they’re also so the same.

So when Alex’s workplace is on lockdown and she misses their first concert together, she gets it.

And when Alex gives her a quick kiss and a grimace and a promise to make it up to her and sprints to the DEO in the middle of dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants in the city because Kara – well, Supergirl – needs something that only Alex can give, she understands.

And when Alex leaves early – so early the sun isn’t even up yet – and Maggie wakes up to a cold, empty bed, she’s not angry.

(Especially because Alex leaves the sweetest notes: You’re so beautiful while you sleep, princess, I didn’t want to disturb you; I can’t wait to see you tonight, beautiful; Thank you for an amazing, amazing, mind-blowing night (I always thought that was an exaggeration. Thank you for proving my hypothesis wrong, Detective); There’s coffee and a dry double-toasted bagel (gross) on the table for you, beautiful.)

So it’s not Alex. Truly, it’s not.

It’s the ghosts of everyone else – everyone else who’s left her, everyone else who’s done everything in their power to prove she isn’t worth anyone’s time, anyone’s effort, anyone’s real love – that seep into her head, her heart, and twist her stomach into knots.

So when Alex comes home – three hours later than she’d said she would – and kicks off her boots and pulls Maggie into a soft kiss, Maggie melts.

She melts, but she’s also fighting tears, fighting fear, fighting the terror that Alex only wants her when it’s convenient, that Alex only wants her because it’s convenient, that Alex only wants her when Alex wants her, and nothing more.

Alex feels it, feels her stiffen at the same time as she melts, and she runs her hands down Maggie’s arms until she’s holding her hands, and she pulls away from their kiss and she looks down with concerned eyes and a soft voice.

“What’s wrong?”

Maggie steps back automatically. “Nothing, I – you guys get that last weapon back in containment?”

“Yeah, we did, Winn and I had to – no, Maggie, no. Something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, Alex, it – I – ”

Alex’s stare is fixed, but her eyes aren’t angry. They’re worried, and more than a little tired, and guilt digs into Maggie’s veins.

“I’m sorry. Nothing’s wrong, Danvers. Did you eat dinner?”

“Maggie.”

“Danvers. Did you eat dinner?”

“Maggie, please.”

Maggie’s back is to her, now, and Alex watches as her shoulders stiffen, as her hands open and close, as her left hand rises to her chin, then falls and rubs nervously up and down her own thigh.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to spend time with me.”

Whatever Alex is expecting to hear, it isn’t that. “Like I have to – what?”

Maggie whirls around, and her eyes are calm on the surface, but raging just beneath, terrified just beneath, and Alex’s heart threatens to break.

“You just got off a – what – sixteen hour shift? After yesterday’s twelve? You should be able to rest when you come home, not listen to your girlfriend….”

Alex shakes her head and furrows her brow and steps forward tentatively, stopping just short of touching Maggie. “Listen to my girlfriend what?”

“You know what, Danvers, it doesn’t matter, I – if you didn’t eat, I made you that pesto pasta stuff you like, there’s leftovers in the fridge, I’m going to bed – ”

“Maggie. Are you angry that I didn’t come home on time?”

No. No, I’m not angry, I’m not, I just… I don’t want to take up more of your time, Danvers. You’re only human, even though you don’t treat yourself like one. You run yourself into the ground at work, for Kara, and that’s… that’s what I love about you, Alex, but I don’t want to be… a distraction, or an annoyance, I don’t want you to feel like you have to come home and entertain me, like you’re obligated to spend time with me when you’re tired or you just want to be alone or – ”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Alone time’s important. But I go for my runs, and you do your heavy bag, and I think we’ve been pretty decent at carving out other separate time. Your outings with James, mine with Winn, and with Kara, your video games sessions with Winn… But if you think we need to get better at that, Maggie, that’s okay – I didn’t have to come over tonight, I just thought – ”

“Right, exactly, you thought I needed you to, and I don’t want to put that burden on you, Alex.”

“Can I touch you?”

“What?”

“Can I touch you? Would you like it if I touched you? I want to hold you. If you want to be held.”

Maggie blinks down tears and nods defiantly, and Alex wraps her up in her arms and kisses her forehead.

“Maggie, you are never a burden. I love spending time with you. I love coming home to you. And yeah, okay, I don’t have the most spare time in the world, but the spare time that I do have, Maggie? The spare time that I’ve created for myself since I met you? And no, stop, please, don’t apologize – I love it, Maggie. Because I love… I love you, and carving out time for you, for us? That’s part of carving out time for me. Because you make me so happy, Mags. I never could have imagined being as happy as I am with you, I… you’re never a burden, Maggie. I don’t care how many hours I work, or how demanding both of our jobs are. Loving you, Maggie Sawyer, will never be anything but an honor and a joy. I promise.”

“Even when I get all whiny and insecure like a twelve year old?”

“Even when you get all self-deprecating and have legitimate trauma from being abandoned so often and need some understandable reassurance, yes.”

“Big words there, Danvers.”

Alex preens. “I went to Stanford.”

“Nerd.”

“Your nerd, Maggie. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“You said you made pasta?”

“Your favorite.”

“Ugh, you really are the best.”