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The violin scene at the end of The Final Problem is truly one of the most impactful moments (if not the most) in all of BBC Sherlock. I honestly am still speechless that Moftiss wrote something so profound. Eurus was beyond communication with the outside world after the events of this episode, back to the untouchable genius in her glass cage. But Sherlock. Sherlock, this incredible and kind man, who had lost so much to this woman, understood her and still reached out to help. He wasn’t encouraging her to play her own song, he was initiating a duet–so she wasn’t alone, even in her music. It was a conversation, it was understanding, it was connection. This man went beyond words, where others had failed and stopped trying, and showed her that she wasn’t alone. Sherlock has become- or perhaps he always was- one of the best men I’ve ever seen.

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Right now at this moment there are Jews preparing for Shabbat. They’re washing their floors. They’re writing their divrei Torah. They’re mentally going over the menu and the guest list, wondering who to seat next to whom to create the most beautiful atmosphere.
Right now at this moment there are Jews assiduously demarcating the meat from the milk dishes. The trusty household red nail polish, or blue stickers, or Sharpie, or however they work, emerges.

Right now, at this moment, there are Jews taking out their sefarim, or finding their podcasts, or notebooks, or opening their laptops, ready to learn Torah. Some are about to learn something that will resonate deep within them, that they will carry like a jewel for years to come.

There are nervous b’nei mitzvah children practising their leining, and nervous adults practising their leining. Chazzanim both lay and professional are wandering their houses absent-mindedly, pouring forth full-bodied prayer. 

Some of us are buying mezuzot. Some are tying tzitzit. Some are immersing in the mikvah; some are joining the Jewish people. And thousands upon thousands of us are filling the homes of Jerusalem, of Paris, of New York, of London, with the smell of baking challah. 

Pink Love Potions - George Weasley

Prompt: Fred and George ask the reader to smell a love potion and when she can only associate the scent with George she refuses to tell them. 

Words: 3,259

Warning: None, fluff. 


“Y/n, our dearest darling friend, we’re in need of your assistance.” Peeking out from over your essay you found a set of two feet standing in front of you. There was no need to look up, your accusation was confirmed by the mismatched socks. The Weasley twins hardly sorted out their clothes and snagged the closest, cleanest smelling, item they could find and threw them on. Also over half their socks had holes in them causing their big toes to break free from the rest of their friends.

There was also the towering shadow that casted over you that gave away their identity as well. The boys beat you in height by a mile- or rather so at least a foot. If you walked by their side travailing to and from classes, you were jogging half the time and out of breath when reaching your destination. Not to say this was out of the ordinary or loathed, you enjoyed working overtime to keep up with the boys. Besides by the end of the day you had reached two days’ worth of cardio and were all set.

“Oh no. What have you two gotten yourself into now?” You rose an eyebrow at the pair. On look at them and there was no question about it, they were up to no good. George had his hands behind his back and look slightly bothered. You set your homework down on the table in front of you and went to ask him if he was alright but Fred started in instead.

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Acceptance Speech

Summary: (Modern!AU) In which Bucky uses his time on stage at the Oscars to let the world in on a secret he’s been keeping for more than two years.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,217

A/N: Happiest of happy birthdays to my twin, @imaginingbucky . You are a queen and I adore you with every single ounce of my being. I know how much you love award shows, so I hope you enjoy this too.

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Bucky feels like a nervous teenager as he sits in the backseat of a stretch limousine, waiting to arrive at his destination. His hands are clammy, his heart is beating too quickly and he can’t stop tapping his foot on the floor. After six years in the acting business, he shouldn’t feel this way. He’s attended more than his fair share of award shows to know all kinds of techniques to keep any concerns at bay. Yet here he is trying his hardest not to hyperventilate and hold his water bottle without spilling it all over his expensive suit. He’d never hear the end of it from his stylist if he did.

“Looking forward to the show tonight?” Vision asks, momentarily catching Bucky’s gaze in the rear view mirror.

Bucky pulls at the collar of his shirt before shifting slightly. Usually this backseat offers him the comfort he needs, no matter how he’s feeling. Today he might as well be sitting on rocks. “Yeah.”

“You don’t sound it,” Viz observes, as he makes a right turn down a side street. He’s an expert at getting you where you need to go while also avoiding all of the LA traffic. “Is it because you’re up for ‘Best Actor in a Leading Role’?”

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happy birthday to the beautiful and wonderful @maghnvsbane. you’re consistently kind and funny and you’re so wonderful to talk to, and i wish you nothing but the best in everything you do. i hope you had a wonderful day, and i love you so much. ❤️

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Jace knocks on the door, pushing his hair out of his eyes and shoving his hands in his jean pockets. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, waiting for either Alec or Magnus to open the door. Alec wasn’t due at the Institute for another two hours, but Luke had called Jace personally and asked for an approval for a joint mission between shadowhunters and werewolves, so here Jace was, interrupting Magnus and Alec’s Sunday morning.

After another few seconds, the door is opened gently and Alec’s head pops out, eyes still half lidded and hair a bird’s nest on the top of his head.

“Jace,” Alec says, blinking more aggressively in attempt to wake himself up.

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bindingfenrir  asked:

Are there any symbols used specifically for Loki with historical proof?

Velkomin(n), vinur minn,
(Welcome, my friend,)

Archaeological records are not exactly my forte, but it does not seem that there are any symbols that were explicitly used for Loki (at least out of those that have turned up in the archaeological record, that is). By that I mean that there are a few possible depictions of Loki (especially of his binding story), but it does not seem that there was a symbol worn in honor of Loki quite like  there was for Thor with Mjölnir. Furthermore, most of the examples that I have located, and that I am going to share with you momentarily, have room for debate in regards to their intended subject matter. Even so, many of these depictions of Loki come fairly late in the Viking Age, after Loki’s image had begun to intertwine with that of the Christian devil.(1)


THE GOSFORTH CROSS:

THIS EXAMPLE YIELDS the most secure depiction of Loki, at least out of the examples that I was able to locate. Yet, even so, this depiction is on a Christian cross. Although containing a substantial amount mythological scenery, they “appear to have been deliberately chosen because they can be presented in accordance with Christian teaching also.”(2) This may be troublesome for people looking for a symbol to ‘revive’ in Loki’s name. Furthermore, even though depicting an older tale, it is generally considered to be a negative tale from a pro-Loki perspective.

Here is the image of a bound Loki on this cross (I have rotated the image):

Here is the tale from the Prose Edda that this portion of the cross presents:

“Now Loki was captured without quarter and taken to a certain cave. Then they took three stone slabs and set them on the edge and knocked a hole in each slab. Then Loki’s sons Vali and Nari or Narfi were fetched. The Æsir turned Vali into the form of a wolf and he tore his brother Narfi to pieces. Then the Æsir took his guts and bound Loki with them across the three stones — one under his shoulders, one under his loins, the third under the backs of his knees — and these bounds turned to iron. Then Skadi got a poisonous snake and fixed it up over him so that the poison would drip from the snake into his face. But his wife Sigyn stands next to him holding a basin under the drops of poison. And when the basin is full she goes and pours away the poison, but in the meantime the poison drips into his face. Then he jerks away so hard that the whole earth shakes. That is what you call an earthquake. There he will lie in bonds until Ragnarok.”(3)

In the image above, all of these details can be seen depicted in a carved from. Loki is shown bound in three places, a snake is above his head, and his loving wife stands beside him holding a basin. The Gosforth Cross is considered to be among the “oldest remaining monuments from the Norse colonies in north-western England,” and is roughly dated to approximately 930–950 (although this dating may now be an outdated claim).(4) A.B. Cook has interpreted this scene, in a fairly middle-grounded approach, as being a parallel between Christian and ‘pagan’ tales, whereby Loki being bound is equated to Satan being bound.(5) This is not to say that Loki is a naturally demonic figure, but rather to explain Loki’s presence on a Christian cross. Regardless of purpose, this image does indeed come from a pre-Christian tale about Loki, and thus is a fairly secure representation of Loki in a historical, visual context.


THE KIRKBY STEPHEN STONE:

THIS EXAMPLE holds room for debate. Some scholars align it with the imagery expressed in the Gosforth Stone, that the bounded figure presented here, likely the Devil, simultaneously invokes a sort of ‘pagan’ imagery that associates it with Loki. Yet, more recent studies have suggested otherwise. John Mckinnell, for example, agrees with Bailey that this “iconography has nothing in common with that on the Gosforth cross nor with such pictures of the bound Satan as those in the manuscript of Junius 11.”(6) Given the inherit insecurity of this example, then, it is most definitely not as secure of a depiction of Loki as scholars had previously thought it to be. Furthermore, it is more likely that this is not Loki, then, but rather a more straightforward depiction of Satan. Still, it is worth including, for it serves as a good example for just how troublesome deciphering these images can truly be.


THE SNAPTUN STONE:

PERHAPS MORE SATISFYING is the Snaptun stone, which was found in Denmark, unlike the previous examples which were found in England. This stone, dating to around 1000 CE (still near the end of the Viking Age), features a face that has a pair of lips with four perpendicular lines etched through it. It is this physical trait that has linked the image to Loki, for Loki’s lips were stitched in a tale recounted in the Prose Edda:

“But when Brook tried to catch him (Loki), he was far out of reach. Loki had some shoes with which he could run across the sky and sea. Then the dwarf (Brokk) told Thor to catch him, and he did so. Then the dwarf was going to cut off Loki’s head, but Loki said that the head was his but not the neck. Then the dwarf got a thong and a knife and tried to pierce holes in Loki’s lips and was going to stitch up his mouth, but the knife would not cut. Then he said it would be better if his brother Awl was there, and as soon as he spoke his name the awl was there, and it pierced his lips. He stitched the lips together, and tore the edges off. The throng that Loki’s mouth was stitched up with is called Vartari.”(7)

And here is an image of the stone itself:

This stone has been identified as a hearth stone, and thus would have had a function associated with fire within the household.(8) Interestingly enough, if this stone was indeed used for the purpose of maintaining a hearth’s fire, its very function would reflect the story from which the reference to Loki may derive. Brokk, after all, was a dwarf and smith — a dealer in fire. This is my own conjecture, but it is worth pondering, nonetheless.


LESS SECURE POSSIBILITIES:

THERE ARE A FEW OTHER OBJECTS worth mentioning here, although they are most definitely not concrete examples of symbols used for Loki by any means. Many people will see what they want to see, so we must take delicate care in interpreting them. The following objects are often reproduced as pendants. Some people already associate these images with Loki, although there is no proof of this being the case. Interpret these as you will, but keep in mind the insecurity that is inherently bound to these images.

The first of these is often called the Gripping Beast Pendant, and there are several variations of these. The one shown below is in the Borre-style, and it dates to roughly the tenth century. It was made in Scandinavia, but found in England. Some people have associated this with Loki’s binding story, which we have recounted above. It is possible that this is an abstract representation of that story, but there are no direct indicators (such as Sigyn and her basin) to make this interpretation more secure. The safest interpretation is that this pendant represents a tangled beast, and not necessarily Loki, especially since intertwining animal motifs are quite common in Scandinavian art.

Here is the description of this object from the British Museum:

“Cast silver open-work pendant with a a Borre-style design of a gripping beast inside a frame further decorated with four protruding animal heads. Suspension loop with central ridge and double median groove. The back of the pendant is undecorated. Small areas of gilding and niello are in evidence on the surface of the pendant.”(9)

Other examples are equally insecure and even have multiple interpretations associated with them. There is a ‘mask’ from Gnezdovo that dates to roughly the tenth century, but some say it could be Odin. It bares similar resemblance to the Snaptun Stone, but there are no stitched lips, which was the only solid ‘evidence’ for it to be Loki in the first place. There is also a winged figure that was found at Uppåkra (Sweden) from the same century, but some believe it may be depicting Völund the Smith,(10) although others have suggested that it could be Loki borrowing Freyja’s falcon ‘dress’, which has been told in the Prose Edda (and in the Poetic Edda, of course):

“Being filled with terror, he (Loki) said he would go in search of Idunn in Giantland if Freyja would lend him a falcon shape of hers. And when he got the falcon shape he flew north to Giantland and arrive one day at giant Thjassi’s; he was out at sea in a boat, but Idunn was at home alone. Loki turned her into a nut and held her in his claws and flew as fast as he could. When Thjassi got home and found Idunn was not there he got his eagle shape and flew after Loki and caused a storm-wind by his flying. And when the Æsir saw the falcon flying with the nut and where the eagle was flying, they went out under Asgard and brought there loads of wood-shavings, and when the falcon flew in over the fortification, it let itself drop down by the wall of the fortification. Then the Æsir set fire to the wood-shavings and the eagle was unable to stop when it missed the falcon. Then the eagle’s feathers caught fire and his flight was ended. The the Æsir were close by and killed the giant Thjassi within the As-gates, and this killing is greatly renowned.”(11)

Depending on how well-known this story was, it is possible that this object could have been made to reference it. Yet, no matter the likelihood, there is always room for doubt. Although I personally am not as familiar with his story, it still seems more likely, and more agreed upon, that this is Völund the Smith, and not Loki. Here is an image of this object, nonetheless:


ARCHAEOLOGICAL INTERPRETATION seems to be a bit of a challenge, especially when there are not always definite physical indicators to work from. It does not help, of course, that I am not a socialist in archaeology by any means. I am far more familiar with literature. Besides, Loki’s physical appearance can vary tremendously; he is, after all, a shapeshifter. He could appear in numerous forms without us necessarily being able to recognize the subtle hints right away (even then, who decides that we are correct in our assumptions anyway?).

To answer your original question, then, there are very few historical representations of Loki with absolute proof; there is always some sort of doubt. Many of these images can, however, be used to build upon. History only provides us with what survives, but, in working with those fragments, new efforts can be made within reason. Meaning is distributed by society (and even the individual), and meanings can change over time. Being historically responsible, though, means making sure that we know the original intention behind a work of art. It would be irresponsible, historically speaking, to project a new interpretation upon an image that was never meant to have such meaning. In short, it is quite difficult work to be confident in our effort to find historical representations of Loki.

I hope my answer has been helpful, although it is definitely not my strongest. There is definitely plenty of room for more academic work in learning more about historical representations of Loki, but such an area is just not my personal destination. If you have any follow-up questions, feel free to send them my way. I would be more than happy to continue discussing this topic with you, if you’d like.

Með vinsemd og virðingu,
(With friendliness and respect,)
Fjörn


ENDNOTES:
1. H.R. Ellis Davison, Gods and Myths of Northern Europe (repr., 1964; London: Penguin Books, 1990), 176-77.
2. Ibid., 179.
Fig.1. A part of the Gosforth Cross showing, among other things a figure with a horn above a bound figure, usually interpreted to be Loki and Sigyn from Norse mythology. Reproduction by Julius Magnus Petersen, published in 1913. Wikimedia Commons. (Edited – Image has been rotated).
3. Snorri Sturluson, Edda, translated by Anthony Faulkes (repr., 1987; London: Everyman, 1995), 52. (Free version available via the Viking Society for Northern Research).
4. Knut Berg, “The Gosforth Cross,” Journal of the Warburg and Courtauld Institutes, Vol. 21, No. ½ (Jan. - Jun., 1958), 28.
5. Ibid., 29.
6.  John Mckinnell, “Norse Mythology and Northumbria: A Response,” Scandinavian Studies
Vol. 59, No. 3, Anglo-Scandínavían England (SUMMER 1987), 331.
Fig.2. Captioned as “The Bound Devil. Kirkby Stephen.” Plate before page 217. The stone features a depiction of a bound, horned figure, sometimes theorized as the Norse deity Loki. Wikimedia Commons.
7. Snorri, Edda, Faulkes trans., 97.
Fig.3. The Snaptun stone, possibly depicting Loki. Housed at the Moesgård Museum near Århus, Denmark. Wikimedia Commons. (Edited – Image turned black and white for clarity).
8. Hans Jørgen Madsen, “The god Loki from Snaptun,” in Oldtidens Ansigt: Faces of the Past (Jysk arkæologisk selskab, 1990), 180.
Fig.4. Borre-Style Silver Pendant, British Museum Online Collection.
9. Description provided by the British Museum Online Collection.
10. Michaela Helmbrecht, “A Winged Figure From Uppåkra,” Fornvännen; 2012 (107):3, 171.
11. Snorri, Edda, Faulkes trans., 60.
Fig.5. Pendant from Uppåkra, likely Völund the Smith.


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UPDATED: 29 APR 2017 @ 10:25pm EST. | NOTES: Added new information in regards to the Kirkby Stone (see section title “THE KIRKBY STEPHEN STONE” and endnote 6 to view these changes).

prayaga22  asked:

Can you do a scenario with SHINee baking (or trying to bake for some 😂) I stan you tbh 🙏

i stan you too babe!!! everyone follow her on insta @vidyatheshawol for up to date quality shinee content ❤ i was actually saving this prompt for today 

김종현, 생일축하해 우리 블링블링이~~~!!!!!!!!!!!! (KIM JONGHYUN HAPPY BIRTHDAY OUR BLING-BLINGY)

shinee bakes for jonghyun’s birthday 

onew:

  • opens the bag of flour and some poofs up and just powders his face (minho walks past “wha-” / onew: cocaine”) 
  • smells the vanilla extract and really wants to taste it (key: “i’m telling you rn that this is the worst idea” / onew: “BUT IT SMELLS SO GOOOOOOD” / key pulls up multiple articles that essentially boils down to hoe don’t do it)
  • pours a little on a spoon and licks it anyway 
  • absolutely crestfallen that it sucks 
  • largely unhelpful and eating batter 

key: 

  • shit did the recipe say ½ cup of milk or a full one
  • well he poured in a cup
  • maybe even a little more than a cup
  • they don’t own an actual measuring cup, he used one of jonghyun’s mugs
  • while stirring the v watery batter ………… comes to the conclusion that he was very mistaken
  • he can cook really well why is baking so much harder than it initially appears
  • just dumps in flour until it achieves cake-batter-like consistency 

taemin:

  • cut up the strawberries (one for the cake, one for taemin, one for the cake, onew hyung want one??)
  • pipes half the bag of frosting into his mouth (key: *hits him on the head* yah don’t eat it all) 
  • the bag is danger….ously emptyish 
  • it’s okay he stashed away a tin of frosting for this exact situation (taemin…….you could have just not eaten all the frosting) 
  • he’s so smart 

minho:

  • ok so their oven has a timer and he turned ON the timer 
  • doesn’t know WHY he expected that it’ll automatically would start baking bc clearly, ovens don’t work like that 
  • he knows that you shouldn’t do the whole raise the temperature to cook the thing faster but he’s going to do that 
  • burned it  
  • omg they’re never going to let him live this down 

after singing happy birthday: 

jonghyun: 

  • “wow thanks guys but this is clearly a store bought cake???? taemin posted in the group chat that you were making one this year”
  • taemin: minho murdered your cake 
  • minho: *in tears* WE TRIED THE BEST WE COULD 
Please, Oppa

hoseok x reader ; part two of “yes, oppa”

Genre: Smut
Word Count: 5100ish words
Oppa needs a good kitten.

A/N: So Im gonna be honest here and say I did not reread this cuz I promised it would be up tonight, so I’ll go back over it, edit it, make it better, and add a gif later. But here you guys go, please enjoy. I’m going the fuck to sleep because its 5:30am and I have work in two hours. You can thank the mother fucking cameraman for Music Bank, as well as my sunshine because mother of god, Hoseok, keep your goddam hands off your fucking cock while on live television, I swear to god -

It took the entire trip the bedroom plus the time in between being shoved against a wall and feeling Hoseok’s teeth on the flushed skin of your neck for you to come to terms with the fact that this was actually happening. Previous episode on the couch notwithstanding, you were actually about play with Jung Hoseok.

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Unexpected lust, Part 2/2

Pairings: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1587

Warnings: SMUT, few swearwords (surprisingly)

A/N: Phew, these two parts are my first real smutty writings AND Pietro fanfic’s ever. These were so much fun to write and I really hope that you enjoy (wink wink) while reading them. Requests are open!

Part 1

Before I even realized, Pietro had picked me up, his lips crashing against mine for a demanding, heated kiss. I tangled my fingers to his hair, pulling him closer to me as he slid his tongue into my mouth, making me moan softly.

“Umm- guys? What the actual fuck is happening?” I heard Tony calling out, with a slight frown, eyes locked in us. “Actually don’t answer that”, he rushed to say as another moan escaped my lips.

“To your room-“, I panted, as Pietro pulled further from me to take a breath. “Now.”

Just in a blink of an eye and a hue of blue, I was pressed against the wall of his room, his lips pressing soft kisses to my delicate neck. I hadn’t even realized how badly I had wanted him –how badly I had needed him, before I felt his soft, yet passionate touches on my skin. Shivering, I laid my hand to his cheek to lift his head for a deep kiss, as his hands wandered down my body, making soft moans escape my lips.

“Piet-“, I breathed out, breaking the kiss.

He hummed for answer, lips moving to run along my neck.

“Are you-“, I moaned, as he nipped my pulse softly. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, of course”, he whispered, locking his bright blue eyes with mine, deep lust in them. “I’m crazy for you, Y/N.”

I chuckled, tangling my fingers to his hair to pull him closer to me for a kiss, other hand sliding to cover his hardness. Pietro let out a moan, giving me a chance to slide my tongue in his mouth, heating the kiss even more. As I felt his hands grabbing my ass, I jumped to wrap my legs around his waist and he carried me to his bed, laying on top of me. I spun around, pressing him to the mattress and rolled on top to straddle him.

Pietro smirked, tugging my hair gently behind my ear. “You on top?”

“Me on top”, I whispered squinting my eyes with a smirk, and leaned closer to him to kiss him demandingly. His fingers ran along the sides of my body, making me shudder under his touch. I lowered my hips, causing him to press against my core, moans escaping both of our lips.

“I need to taste you, Printsessa”, he breathed out, wrapping his hands tightly around my hips and pushed me against the bed, starting to plant kisses down my body. I pulled the thin fabric of my dress over my head to give him more skin to touch and oh, did he touch it. He unhooked my bra quickly, letting his tongue and lips found my breasts and delicate nipples, circling them, making me moan under him.

“You are so sexy, vozlyublennaya”, he panted, moving his lips down my body, making me shiver from pure passion.

“Stop teasing”, I begged, twisting under him. “Plea-“

I saw a quick glimpse of blue and nearly screamed his name, as I felt his tongue suddenly on my clit, my panties removed and his fingers pressing to the skin of my hips.  

“Better?” he chuckled, as he started to push harder with his tongue, making hard rounds around my clit, licking and sucking, making me curl under him, moaning his name. I curled my fingers into his hair, pulling it softly.

“Y/N”, Pietro let out a moan, sliding a finger inside of me, making my moans louder and the pulls of his hair harder.

I felt orgasm building inside of me, as he kept curling his finger just right, his mouth still working on me. “Piet”, I cried out, breathing deeply. “Fuck –I’m gonna-“

“Come for me, Printsessa”, he moaned, adding another finger inside of me –making me come, screaming his name as I fell to the mattress, panting hard.

“Pietro, I- wow”, I whispered, feeling his soft lips against mine, taste of myself on his tongue making me bite my lip. As he pulled further from me, the dark lust in his eyes made me shiver. “Oh fuck, I need you inside of me –now.”

He chuckled, throwing his pants to the floor before leaning over me, pressing my knee against my chest and slammed into me hard, making me throw my head back to the pillows, with a loud scream of his name. After giving me time to adjust to his size, Pietro started to move his hips with a teasing, yet perfectly satisfying pace, making my walls stretch around him, as he hit my g-spot with thrust after thrust.

Loud moans and pleas filled the air, beside the arousing sound of skin slapping against skin, making me get closer and closer to the top of my satisfaction.

“Shit”, I moaned, pressing my eyes closed as I felt Pietro’s touch on my arching clitoris, pressing it with hard movements. His cock moving inside of me and his fingers playing with my sweet spot –I couldn’t take it no longer. I found myself screaming his name as I came hard, trembling under him, his lips running along my neck, biting and sucking marks into it, as he reached his own release, bursting inside of me with a loud shout of my name.

He pulled carefully out of me, before collapsing to the mattress, pulling me into his arms.

“That was-“

“Incredible”, I chuckled, my breathing unsteady and bright smile on my lips as he tangled his fingers to my hair, starting to play with it gently. “I can go to my room if you want-“

“No, please stay here”, he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

I let out a soft laughter, turning my head to kiss him deeply, before falling into a deep, calm sleep.

– “Oh, there she is”, I heard an amused voice chuckling behind me as I walked to the kitchen to see no less than every single one of the Avengers looking at me, deep smirks on their faces.

“Morning, Cap”, I smiled back at him, trying to act normally, even if I sensed the amusement and curiosity on the atmosphere. I took two cups from the cupboard, pouring them full of smoking hot coffee.

“Y/N-“, Wanda called out, smile on her lips. “Pietro drinks his coffee black.”

I glanced at her, trying to hide my knowledge - just to earn a wink of an eye from her as she sat to the table next to Natasha.

“Have you done something to your hair?” Tony frowned, ruffling it with his hand as he took the coffee pan from my hand. “If I wouldn’t know better I would think that this is your morning after hot sex –look.”

“Tony”, I bleated out, yet biting my lip to stop the grin taking over my face. “Please tell me you didn’t-“

“Avengers assemble!” he called out, sneaking out of my glare, taking a sip of his cup. “One, two, seven –Speedster is missing.”

“T”, I muttered, shooting him with a warning glance. “Don’t-“

“Has anyone seen our Quickster?” he frowned, ignoring my begs.

“Nope”, Sam shrugged. “Not since last night –Cap can you remind me of what we saw?”

“Of course”, Steve smirked, rising an eyebrow. “We saw Pietro rushing to his room –with a girl.”

“So we weren’t the only ones who heard the noise”, Natasha glanced at Clint, raising her eyebrow. “You know who it was?”

“We didn’t see”, he shrugged and I sighed from relief and turned around quickly, starting to make my way back to my room, as sneakily as possible. “But Y/N wasn’t in her room the whole night.”

“Steve”, I whined burying my face to my hands. “You really didn’t have anything else to do but keep an eye on my goings?”

“Oh, actually we had”, Sam smirked, nodding his head. “We were busy tryin’ to infer who it was from the screams.”

I shook my head, trying to control the smirk –and deep blush taking over my face.

“At first we didn’t recognize them”, Steve chuckled. “But then Pietro called out her name and it was kind of obvious –or is there others named Y/N in here?”

“Yes, I knew it”, Natasha called out with a smirk, offering her hand to Clint, who pulled hundred dollars from his pocket, grinning.

“I couldn’t believe it”, he shrugged, winking his eye at me. “Such a naughty girl, are you, Y/N?”

“Oh my god Clint, can you stop”, I laughed, burying my face to my hands.

“So you admit it?” Steve chuckled, kicking his eyebrow, his eyes slightly darker than usually. “You had sex with Maximoff?”

I startled slightly as I felt light breeze behind me and just a second later hands pressed on my hips. I turned my head to see Pietro, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. “Having troubles, yes?”

I bit my lip, smile raising to my lips. “I guess you could say so.”

Pietro smirked, raising his head to face the other Avengers. “It’s true”, he simply called out, before pressing a kiss to my neck and taking his cup of coffee from the counter. “We had great sex.”

“Damn guys”, Sam called out, looking us unbelievingly. “Who would have known-“

“Wanna have a round two?” I chuckled quietly to Pietro, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as I walked past him, heading to my room.

He kicked his eyebrow, his lips turning up to an amused yet excited smirk as he nodded his head. “Yes.”

Just Friends – Part 1

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

(Part 2)

Request: i just discovered this blog and i’m already in love :) i’d like to request one where the reader and daryl are friends with benefits after a night of drinking led to them discovering that they’re both into rough, kinky sex. they get more intimate with each other (maybe daryl shows his scars), but they still wont admit their feelings for each other until daryl gets jealous and possessive over her and they get together. sry if its too specific, im just excited i found some good daryl smut ;)

Summary: Daryl and the reader share a few drinks one night and the reader let’s her intentions be known. They get it on and Daryl tells her that it can only be sex between them; to him, love is illogical in this end-of-days world. The reader and Daryl carry on for a few weeks and start to get closer and more intimate with one another. Daryl wrestles with falling for the reader as he begins to realize he has deeper feelings for her. Beginning of Season 4. The Prison.

Part 2: (COMING SOON) Reader starts getting closer to the man Rick and Glenn saved, trying to help him regain his sense of purpose in the world. Daryl notices her spending more and more time with him and gets really jealous and angry. He claims her and finally admits he loves her and that he doesn’t want anyone else. Beginning of Season 4. The Prison.

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Y/N looked over at Daryl, letting her eyes roam down his dirty, sweaty arms. They were perfectly toned and chiseled just like the rest of his body. Your eyes roamed down him, taking in his bare chest underneath his leather vest, and down to his black jeans, which held his favorite red handkerchief in his back pocket. You pause your eyes on his perfect ass and lick your lips.

You watch from a ways up the yard as Rick and Daryl discuss something serious. Rick was always so serious, you knew why, but every once in a while you wished he would lighten up a little. Your group had been safe here for nearly three months now, you had begun to build gardens and raise chickens and pigs. For what you thought, you guys didn’t have it too bad. Sure, The Governor was still on the loose, but that crazy nut bag probably cut and ran. If he knew what was good for him.

You absentmindedly kick and stomp your boot into the ground as you watch Daryl nod along to Rick’s words, whatever they were. You smile noticing Rick patting Daryl’s back and walking back out into the big prison yard, toward the fence. Daryl drops his head a moment, wiping the sweat that accumulate on his brow away, staring down in the hot sun. You felt your body light up at the sight of him glistening in the Georgia heat. You bite your lip and rub your legs together, creating friction that you desperately needed whenever he was in your line of sight.

You had it bad for Daryl and everyone knew it. Well, everyone except for Daryl himself. He was pretty clueless about such things, you would try and flirt with him and it would roll off him as if he didn’t have a clue. You had been dropping hints for months now, doing whatever you could to get his attention, with no such luck. He had become slowly more comfortable casually talking with you, which you noticed he didn’t do with anyone else.

You smile and run over to Daryl who is walking back up toward the cellblock area. You quickly turn your shoulders and stride alongside him, when you reach his body. 

He looks over at you stoically, “Hey, Y/N.” He says blankly, briefly locking eyes with yours before turning back to his destination.

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Teacher, Teacher! (Taeil x Reader)

Rating: PG

(A/N) YA’LL. I’m not even sure how I managed to write this, I literally burst into tears when I finished because it was so precious. I love Taeil so much, he is such a beacon of light in my life, I’m afraid this writing does him no justice. Anon wanted some angst and fluffy Taeil, I couldn’t but try and go above and beyond. Anyway, enjoy!

Originally posted by zxkookie

You tossed your house keys into your purse, slinging the brown leather bag onto your shoulder as you smoothed down the front of your dress. You walked around to the side of your house and grabbed your pastel blue bike, a gift you received from your kids’ families after your first year. You carefully arranged your dress to prevent the cheeky summer wind from lifting up your skirts, slinging your leg over and tossing your purse into the basket as you pushed off down the street. The townspeople greeted you warmly as they walked or rode to their respective jobs on well cared for bikes as well, the air of a good day was just around the corner, you could feel it.

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Imagine Halfdan seeing you as a Goddess

Request:  Yay! I Love Halfdan! 😍 can the setting be in the 4th season of Vikings when halfdan and his brother first arrive at kattegat? The reader is Bjorn’s full blooded sister and half sister to the rest of the Ragnarssons. When Halfdan see’s her for the first time he thinks she looks like a goddess and wants her for himself but is surprised she’s the daughter of Ragnar! Also would it be ok to ask for smut? -Halfdan Girl
Note: I hope this is good enough?! My first one and immidiatly my intensed one.

Warning: No fluff but smut for a change.
Words: 3584


That stallion underneath you moved in certain moments faster than the wind. There wasn’t something that freed you more than that feeling. His hooves picked up the sand, throwing it up behind him in his muscular movements. Now that Björn was away, to find himself again, to test himself and your father was a little bit off on moments it was your task to keep him straight for Lagertha couldn’t come to settle things. You hated Aslaug as much as Lagertha did, making you a real treat for the queen of Kattegat. You pulled the reins and the stallion slowed down, cantering to the edge of that small cliff from where you had a majestic view over all of Kattegat. You petted the stallion on his wet neck before looking towards the bay from where you saw three ships approaching. You squeezed your eyes a little, looking before you pulled the reins over his left shoulder. ‘Come on.’ You said, walking down the small pat towards Kattegat. Everybody recognized you while you walked through the street towards the docks. The only daughter from Ragnar Lothbrok amongst his five sons. Giving your mother was Lagertha your reputation leaded back to her, making you a goods swordsmen and an even better archer. Although you were a woman, it was your destiny to lead someday ,because, like Floki putted it always …. It was written by the gods.

You tied the reins on a pole nearby a shed, petting the stallion over his head before leaving him while heading to the docks. You father stood there, with Aslaug and two little boys, Ubbe and Hvitserk. ‘Psst.’ They both turned their heads, looking thought the people surrounding the docks.
‘Y/n!’ Hvitserk yelled when he found you, moving his little legs even faster when Ubbe outran him. You wrapped your arms around their shoulders and smiled enthusiastically.
‘Who is arriving?’ You asked curious, pulling them with you back to Ragnar and his wife. Her gaze was poison, just like her heart was. You mostly ignored her and she hated that, what made it more fun to do.
‘King Harald.’ Ubbe answered. You knew king Harald, vaguely. Being so much with your mother pulled you away from what was important in Kattegat, certainly if your brother got involved.
‘Father.’ You greeted Ragnar. He turned his bald head, smiling, way to joyful.
‘Being my daughter you should visit more often.’
‘I do, you’re just hardly around.’ You fired right back. Hvitserk left your side, walking closer to the dock to where the ships were approaching.
‘I have a lot on my mind Y/n.’ He whispered so Aslaug couldn’t hear it. You turned around, looking for that new slave woman of him.
‘I noticed, where is your new girlfriend?’
‘She isn’t.’ He protested, with that eagerly mysterious smile on his lips. You only nodded, glad that she wasn’t around to poison his mind again. Woman liked to do that with Ragnar, influence him. Or he was just to weak towards the other sex. You let your eyes go back to the boats that were closely now. You recognized King Harald, because you saw hem some time back. You didn’t forget fast faces, certainly not faces like Harald, he had it out for more than only raiding and conquering, he wanted to rule. When your father laid his hand on your shoulder you looked back to him. ‘There will be a feast, you should get your mother and Kalf. We gonna raid Paris again.’ The euphoria in his voice made you smile.
‘Can I come then?’ You asked, flashing your eyelashes a little to fast in the hope it would look innocent. He embraced your face with his dirty hands and pressed a kiss on your forehead.
‘Off course, you should come.’ He announced before scratching his hand through Ubbe his hair. ‘You to.’
‘They are just boys Ragnar.’ Aslaug got into it. And that was your moment to leave. You walked back to the shed where your stallion waited and pulled yourself back in the saddle after untying him. You looked up to the docks where King Harald jumped out of his ship and greeted Ragnar with to much manors. He was followed by another man, his face just as tattooed like Harald himself, half shaved head with blond half long hair at the other half. His smile after his brother introduced him made you look a little longer. The man started to look around, you being on a horse putted that attention right at you. He just looked, like you did, holding each other’s eyes caged before you clicked your tongue and the stallion started to move again.

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Re: taming wolves and cuddling puppies

Originally posted by syubto

+ “Fancy seeing you here, acting like you weren’t expecting me at all.”
+ “I thought you were together.”
+ “I fell in love with you despite the fact that you promised you’d never love me.”

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (feat. Jimin)
Genre: Angst/Fluff (Fuckboy!AU, College!AU)
Words: 1357
Requested by: anon

written for my 600+ Followers Drabbles Event

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Actions Speak Louder Than Words//(N.M)

*Y/N’s POV*

The T.V is in the background and the  volume is low.

Cars zoom by the house and people running to safety.

The rain was small sprinkles, but in 5 minutes it turn to a full down pour.

I have a nice wine colored dress on with black heels.

He is late again. He promised he would make it to my family dinner.

I had to cancel and tell them I had gotten sick and Nate also was sick.

I hear the door knob twisting and turning, keys jiggling on the other side.

Nate stumbles into the house with his hair a mess, shirt unbuttoned, jean zipper down.

Worst of all he has lipstick on the collar of his shirt, hickies on his neck, and scratches along his chest.

Another day with him coming home like this.

My heart breaks, mind on the edge, and feelings are all numb now.

“Where have you been?” I ask standing up.

“Sorry Ma got caught up with the boys. Until the last minute that I remembered about your family’s dinner” Nate explains his eyes wandering over my body.

He lick his lips and starts walking over to me.

“STOP ! DONT YOU DARE COME TOWARDS ME” I yell at him as he stops walking hurt wafting in his eyes.

“Wh—?” He is interrupted by my loud sobs.

“I can’t believe you would do this again Nate! I forgave so many times, but I don’t know how much more my heart can take.” I tell him my voice is low avoiding looking in his.

Every time this happened I got lost in his eyes and stupidly forgave him.

“Y/N, baby I’m so sorry” he says tearing up a little.

“NO YOU ARE NOT IF YOU WERE WE WOULDN’T BE IN THIS SAME EXACT POSITION WE WERE AT MONTHS AGO!” I yell taking off my heels.

“I AM! I KEEP HURTING YOU LIKE THIS! I LOVE YOU ONLY YOU” he yells back causing my anger to rise.

“You don’t dare yell at me for your idiotic mistake. Saying I love you won’t always help Nate! There is only so much ‘I love you’s’ and 'I’m sorry’ can do. I had it up to here with you! I can’t keep waiting on my cheating bastard of a boyfriend to come home after a one night stand” I tell him as I pick up my keys.

“Please don’t do this” Nate says grabbing my wrist as I twist the knob.

“I will Nate, I can’t stay here knowing I’m not enough for you. That you go out to release all your sexual needs when I can help you!” I open the door, but it is quickly slammed closed Nate breathing heavily behind me.

“You are always enough!” He tells me hugging me close to his warmth.

I used to feel sparks when he touched me, but that died a long time ago as my heart broke.

“Nate stop! I can’t be with you and if you realize until now how good enough I am, than you are a sick person.”

“This is a wake up call for me.” He tells me his head in the crook of my neck.

“A wake up call is right! This wake up call will show you not to take a girl for granted. I’m sorry Nate, but we are done” I say pulling out of his grasp and opening the door again.

Nate turns me around and smashes his lips to mine.

I don’t react, I stay still as tears fall down his face.

“I’m losing you” he says pulling away.

“No, Nate you lost me months ago. You were just to busy with someone else to even notice” I move away and start walking towards my car.

I turn it on and see Nate on the steps of the porch.

He’s crouched down head in his hands tears cascading down his face

I was prepared and packed all my things earlier today and they all sit in the back of the car.

I would be lying if this didn’t break my heart, but how can you break something further when it shattered beyond repair?

Nate Maloley broke me something he said he would never do.

3 fucking years down the drain with him.

It will take someone who is determined to repair me once again.

Temporary Reality

  “Do you know? Do you know what my mum said when I was a kid?”

  Your mouth was slightly agape on the sight in front of you, never expecting it to happen after what happened a month ago.

  Harry crying, on your doorstep, in the middle of the night.

  “Are you okay, love?”

  You stood up from the couch, greeting Harry with a hug he didn’t bother to give back.

  “We need to end this.”

  “What?”

  He huffed, looking up on the ceiling to prevent himself from blowing up instantly, wanting to get over this quickly.

  “What do you mean that this needs to end?”

  Your voice quivered, being far from stable, looking straight at Harry who isn’t reacting the way you are, his hands tucked in his pockets.

  “You know what I’m talking about. We both know we do.”

  “But why do we need to?”

  You cried, putting your foot down the ground and clenching your fists.

  You didn’t get it. Out of all people, you chose not to comprehend it because it would hurt more. Everything’s going well and there wasn’t a single reason for the both of you to break up.

  “I said so.”

  “It’s not for you to decide!”

  “It’s not for you to hold me back!”

  “Harry, I never held you back. There isn’t a single reason for us to break up. Love, listen to me. We’re not fighting, we’re not-…”

  Y/N, stop!“ he yelled, holding both your arms firmly, looking at you sternly with eyes you might’ve seen before.

  “I came here to break up with you, not to-…”

  “Goddamn it, Harry! You’re not breaking up with me, you’re not breaking up with me!”

  You were full-on yelling, tears pouring down endlessly that you doubted it would stop, the same cold expression on his face.

  “I am.”

  “Give me a reason.”

  He chuckled, letting go of your arms before looking up the ceiling again, rubbing his face with his hands.

  “Do you need me to spell it out?”

  You stayed silent, feeling your heart drop at the fact that this is happening, an event that you would’ve never thought would happen.

  You closed your eyes, the truth hitting you all at once without Harry’s words, making you sob as everything seemed to end.

  It was because of what people said to you, whether online or in front of your face, the word was abundant enough for it to be engraved in your mind.

  Rebound.

  You thought what was going on is genuine. It may be, but it wasn’t permanent.

  You didn’t like the thought of being a distraction for someone, a diversion to stop someone’s pain and making them feel better. You aren’t against the latter idea, but the first one strikes so bad that it makes you feel numb.

  “I — I came here not to leave. I came here to stay, Harry. To get married-…”

  “I didn’t say anything about us getting married. I never did.”

  “Then why have commitment if you’re not going to marry nor stay?”

  “Because it was never commitment to me!”

  That was all it took for you to hurt more if it wasn’t enough already, the concluding statement that it’s the end.

  The end of a one-sided something that was probably not started in the first place.

  Here he is, the man who broke you, asking a question that only he could answer.

  You stopped yourself from questioning why he’s here, letting him continue even if it takes you the whole night there.

  “Harry.”

  He looked up from the ground, his tongue grazing his lips. It wasn’t hard to notice, his eyes red and so is his nose, his eyes being a bit puffy.

  “She — she said that if I lost something that I once depended my life on, life wouldn’t be the same. Taught me not to lose another toy truck again.”

  His hands are now stuffed in his pockets again, sniffling until he found the words to speak.

  “But no, this, ’s not about toy trucks. It’s about you.”

   You swallowed the lump on your throat, everything the both of you’ve been through striking you all back at once, the tears building up in your eyes.

  “I’m not drunk, I’m sober. I know what I’m saying.”

  “Harry.”

  “I can be mindless at times and I know that.”

  He rubbed his eyes, pursing his lips, never feeling this way before as he swore.

  “I’ve been looking for smaller opportunities, when I didn’t notice I had and currently the biggest in front of me, until I lost her.”

  “Harry.”

  You said his name not for the sake of it, but as a plea for him to stop.

  “I didn’t know what I had until I lose it. And I fucking hate that.”

  You clenched the pajama you’re wearing breathing heavily with the doorknob still in your hand.

  “You’re not temporary, you’re permanent. And I can assure you that ever since.”

  He paused, momentarily looking at you before continuing.

  “There isn’t an excuse on how I treated you, and I’m sorry.”

  “Harry.”

  “Things aren’t the best at this moment, I know. But I swear to God, my mum’s right at what she said. And I am not willing to risk on losing you again.”

  You were caught out of breath, the sight being beyond the most whirlpool of emotions you had.

  Harry got down on one knee, a ring from his pocket.

  “I didn’t came here to leave, I came here to marry.”

  A smile on your face, not wanting to have it any either way.

  “Will I be granted the privilege of making things right and being your husband?”

  You laughed, tears of joy being the only ones shed, a grin coming out of his lips.

  “Yes, now come in.”

HOW MUCH LONGER? pt 3 - Jason McCann

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Part 4 will be up soon, along with another imagine!

Originally posted by emmasopheah


For what felt like the hundredth time tonight, my position in my bed shifted from my right side to my back as an agitated sigh escaped my lips. I hadn’t had a restless night in years, and tonight just seemed to have broken the streak, only difference was, this time, I had a reason for the disturbance of my sleep.

It’s been a week since Jason moved into my gang house and ever since he arrived, he seems to be the only thing on my mind. Clouding up my space to think logically and making it harder for me to keep my gang safe. Its dangerous honestly. If we got attacked, I wouldn’t be on my feet, not as alert as I usually am.

But tonight just crossed the line. Tonight, my mind was running marathons because of my thoughts and it was all his fault. Not just because I knew he was here, but I could also hear it, and not in a very pleasant way. The moaning coming from the room across the hall was beginning to make me so aggravated that I was honestly ready to stomp inside waving a gun around just to make them shut up so I can use whatever time left of the night to get some sleep.

Okay, and maybe I was a little jealous, but lets not get into that.

Just knowing that Jason - my ex boyfriend and the man I am still in love with - was in the room across from me, fucking his current girlfriend senseless was killing me. Especially when I realised that, that could of been me, if I had just stayed when he needed me instead of walking out, that would be me in there with him. Pleasing me, making me feel loved, and like I was the most perfect girl ever to be created. 

Because thats what Jason McCann can do, he can not only be powerful himself, but he can make you feel powerful. And I guess thats what made us so compatible, we both loved the powerful feeling each other gave off. 

But no matter how much I wish and dream - the reality is that I did walk out that night, and although I’m not one to believe heavily in God, I can’t help but feel this was my punishment for walking out that night. Having to sit here - in the comfort of my own house, listening to the love of my life pleasure another woman. A slut to be exact. A slut that he was in a relationship with.

I couldn’t bring myself to believe that he was in love with her, there was no way. His eyes didn’t have that glint, that glint he used to have when he looked at me. That glint that no longer exists. Instead, he looks at her more as if she was a peice of meat rather then a girlfriend, and is it bad to say that relieves me? But it might just be in my head. Maybe he does really love her and I’m just in denial because I don’t want to face the fact that he’s moved on and I haven’t.

Maybe. 

But that’s the thing. Life is a big fat ‘MAYBE.’ There is no yes, or no in life. There is no guarantee. Everything is just Maybe. Maybe this was how its supposed to end, with no one receiving what they wanted, everyone just feeling shit and unhappy in the end, or maybe things will turn for the batter and a miracle might happen.

but the chance of a miracle is near impossible, so I should probably begin readying myself for a depressing ending now.

Without even realising it, I had slowly began drifting off to sleep. And without hesitation, I allowed the blessing of sleep to finally take me in its arms until tomorrow, leaving the daunting thoughts for another day.




Bitter, the perfect way to describe my mood. And what better way to express that with a cup of straight, black coffee. Placing the kettle of caffeine back onto the machine after pouring a full cup, it was a slight surprise to hear a door opening and shutting upstairs. 

Who the hell is up at this hour? Only a gang leader would wake up before Dawn. And then it hit me, how could I forget? Jason is living here now.

Soft footsteps ceased to make there way downstairs, all before his perfect body slipped past the kitchen doorway, revealing his inked chest, shirtless. His eyes darted up in surprise at seeing me standing there, before his guard fell and he shook his head. 

“I always forget your up at this time as well.” 

I shook my head, running a hand through my slight bed hair. “Same here.” 

Without thinking, I stepped back and picked up the kettle, turning around to pour it into a coffee cup Jason held out for me. It was a habit, something we did when we were together. He would get a cup while I poured him coffee, it was so random but something we just always did. 

“Got any meetings today?” Jason mumbled, sipping on the same black coffee I drank. In fact, he was the one who got me hooked on the bitter drink. 

Although we both act like mean, careless criminals, we always felt like we could just drop the act around each other, no matter what happened in our pasts.

“Just one. An old Ally wants some land, gotta put the fucker in his place.”

He smirked, side glancing me from the cup he was sipping on before slowly removing the mug from his lips, swallowing the beverage with a loud gulp.

“You hungry?” I suddenly asked. 

His eyes flickered from the floor to my face, his expression blank and hard to read. 

“I’ll make pancakes if you want?” I added.

Slowly, his eyes squinted to slits as he eyes me. “Why?” 

“What do you mean ‘why’? Because I feel like pancakes and I thought I’d be nice and offer you some as well.” As I spoke, I began walking around the kitchen, picking out ingredients for the pancakes.

“Is there a problem with that?” 

“I mean, no its just-….” He trailed off, eyes wandering around the room.

“Just what? We’re not together anymore?” I scoffed. When he didn’t reply, I knew that was the answer. “Don’t be so up yourself Jason, I offered you pancakes not asked for your hand in marriage. I’ve moved on from you. Just because where Ex’s doesn’t mean I can’t be nice. I mean, where living with each other for god sakes, might as well make the most of it.”

It wasn’t an entire lie. I did want to make the most of it. I just….haven’t exactly moved on.

From the look in Jason’s eyes you could tell he was putting some effortless thought into what I had just said until his face fell flat once again, then slowly slid into a smirk. “In that case, I like Syrup on my pancakes.”




“Ah! Mr Brown, nice of you to finally join me!” I shouted in fake enthusiasm, glancing at the rolex watch on my wrist. “And your only an hour and a half late this time! This must be your new record.”

Brown smirked, placing himself in the leather chair opposing my desk, his men stepping behind him. “I tried to make it on time this time.” 

“No you didn’t.” I smiled, but there was no humour in my tone. “Everyone know’s your attempt of being fashionably late never works Axel. Stop trying.”

His smirk dropped, face turning red after being caught. “Now lets get to business. you want land? Well the only land you’ll be receiving from me is my foot, when it lands on your ass.”

“Mrs L/N, If I must remind you, you still owe me for the first drug deal you made. Remember that? When you were nearly shot. Who saved your life then?” He smirked. 

But I had the upper hand, I always did. They don’t call me most wanted for nothing! “Your right, I do owe you. Actually, I did owe you, not anymore.”

“My first drug deal was nearly 6 years ago, and If I recall, I repayed you many, many times.” i smiled. “Let’s start with when I saved you from Larson, and killed Harold for you. When you hired me to kill Michael, or what about the time I loaned you 50 grand for drug money? And lets not forget the time I -”

“Okay I get it!” Brown yelled, sighing agitatedly. 

“Good, so now that we’re both on the same page, I think it’s time you repaid your debt to me.” 

He visibly gulped. “And what would that be?”

“Well, I’m in need of a little upgrading. Not only do I have my whole gang in here but now an Alliance’s gang and I need some space.”

“So what’s it you want? You wanna send some gang members over to mine?” 

“Oh jesus no!” I laughed. “’I would never torture my gang members like that. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind a good torturing but only to the people who deserve it. What I want is your gang house.”

“What?!”

“You heard me. And If you didn’t get the hint, I just warned you - actually more threatened you. Get the fuck out of this state. You - and your gang.”

“But-”

I was quick to interrupt “Get out of north America, and If I see your face here again, its not gonna be pretty. Do you hear me?!” 

I was standing at this point, steam almost pouring out of my ears as I raged in fury.

“Y/N-”

“You don’t think I know you’ve been stealing from my warehouses?! Nothing goes unnoticed by me.” I gritted. “Now I’m giving you a chance to run because really, I should just shoot you, right here right now. Now either leave my office, and don’t come back, or make sure you double up on men and always look behind you, cause soon, your gonna have a bullet implanted right in that thick head of yours.”

Brown’s face was shocked, nervous and twisted in fear. Without another word, he nodded his head frantically trying to make hsi way out of the room. “Nice doing buisness with you!” i yelled as he made quick to scramble out of the room. 

Just as Brown left, Jason strolled slowly over to the door frame, leaning against the wooden post. “So…how was your deal?” 

“Great. Now that that part is over with, I’ll just get a few of my men to sneak back to his warehouse and eliminate him by tomorrow morning.”

“I thought you were letting him go.” He chuckled. 

“Nah, I just said that so he won’t suspect it. Hes less likely to put up a fight if he doesn’t see it coming.”

“Those words sound oddly familiar.” Jason sarcastically smirked. 

“They should, you taught me them.” I stated. 

“I know.” And like that, he turned on his heels to begin walking down the hall.

“Actually McCann!” 

“What?” He spat.

“Tonight, how about keeping it down. Your side hoe moans like a cow, its quite disturbing.”

Jason turned, a smirk on his face. “Why? You jealous your not getting any?”

“Hah! You wish. It’s just some people don’t enjoy falling asleep to the sound of a dying goat.” 

“You know, you gotta lotta hate towards my girlfriend. You sure that’s not personal?” He smirked. 

“Please McCann don’t flatter yourself.” I scoffed. “Just keep the fucking noise down tonight. Or rather, just leave it all together. Don’t you have any self respect?” 

“I do.” He smirked. “But my hand got kinda boring.” The smirk only grew as my face fell in discuss. A wink was sent my way before he quickly descended down the hall, leaving me weak at my knees from the wink that was only meant to piss me off.

Witch Bottle DIY - Protection Against All Harm

The Witches Bottle or Witch Bottle is a powerful protection spell, has English origins and was mostly used in the UK and the USA.
These spell bottles were originally created to destroy the power of an evil witch thought to have cast a spell against the bottle’s creator. They were often made of ceramic and were filled with hair, nails and urine. They were also considered as magical guardians of the home.
Today Witches Bottles are used with many purposes, to protect a home from negative energy, to assure a long and prosper relationship between two lovers, to protect a home pet… Some are buried or hidden outside, others are placed or hanged in windows or in other prominent spots.
It is believed that a Protection Witches Bottle will attract to its inside all the negative energy, potential spells casted on you and bad luck, tears it all apart, destroys it forever, keeping your home and those who live there safe.

You will need:

  • A small glass jar with a metal lid or cork
  • A black candle
  • Rosemary
  • 3 Iron Nails (works best when rusty)
  • 3 Pins (or needles)
  • Red wine

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