#defrosting ivy

[moccahobi]

Defrosting Ivy [Yoongi x Reader]

Summery: In a world where the 3 apex predators (humans, vampires, and werewolves) have been in a long standing power imbalance, Y/n is tasked with going undercover as a diplomat for the start of peace talks. What do they need to do? Find a talisman their organization has managed to identify as vital in resolving the conflict and ensuring the safety of all humans.

Pairings: Yoongi (BTS) x GN Reader

Rating: Teens+

Chapter Warnings: Food, Internalized Bigotry

Series Warnings (will update as I write): Food, Bigotry, Violence, Major Character Death. 

Word Count: 5.3k words

Genre: Supernatural AU, E2L, Angst, Fluff

A/N:  This gift was created through @bangtansecretsanta​ and is for @nabiolive. Surprise! I’m your Bangtan Secret Santa (Eggnog)! I’ve had so much fun writing this and getting close to you! I can’t wait for our friendship to continue to bloom!

A/N2: Big thanks to @voiceswithoutlips​ for being an amazing friend and listener as I shared all my many thoughts on this series through the year and for being a beta for this series!

The halls yawned open, inhaling the diplomats greedily like they were air, welcoming them into the bowels of the renovated castle. It was a joint effort by the three apex creatures- humans, werewolves, and vampires. No one seemed to bat an eye at the powerful stone arches or the many paintings of magical creatures that once were. It was quite shocking because those paintings seemed to bat eyes at those who passed. You acted like you weren’t paying mind either, like you were trying to adjust your uncomfortable clothes after the long trek. Even though there was no adjustment possible that would make them any less itchy or tight fitting. The only plus of being inside though was now you weren't shivering your ass off. Despite no snow, this place was colder than where you'd come from and these clothes did nothing to keep you warm. You walked in the back of the group of twelve diplomats, sizing them all up as they walked. One seemed to have a limp. A few strutted around as if they’d owned the place (and if they were vampires, they might have owned this place). No one was talking though. No one even seemed to be looking at others. 

They probably were. If the humans had a spy here, you wouldn't doubt that the vampires and werewolves also had a spy in the delegate. Hell, you wouldn't be shocked if all four diplomats were. They were sneaky like that. They wanted to gain power over humans. They longed for times before humans protected themselves with interspecies treaties. You shivered at the thought of a time without laws and organizations helping protect humans from the werewolves and vampires… or any of the other, now extinct, creatures that had harmed humans much more. There was a reason they were gone and most of it wasn't because of the world warming up. Thankfully, those horrors were gone and you only had to keep your guard against those present. They’d want the treaties to be rewritten, to give them more land and resources and that’d be a slippery slope to them once again lording over humans and causing harm.  Humans might even go extinct. 

Following behind everyone, you kept in mind the different opening arches that invited people to other parts of the castle. There must have been four other halls that one could explore along this straight path. Where it led to? You'd assumed it led to the large dining space that your boss, Chaewon, had talked about in the debriefing. You knew that if you were to memorize the layout of this place, you’d need to explore them soon. There was something you needed to find in these halls and it likely wouldn’t be in the main hall. The dining space was likely the throne room that had been converted and filled with a large circular table that’d hold all twelve diplomats and more. The circular table did mean that there wasn’t an easy place to position yourself with fewer places to keep an eye on. If there were three of these tables sized down, you would have been back in high school with the dingy tables with mysterious sticky surfaces and bad food. This was a castle though so the food better be good.

Everyone sat in the first seat that they could grab and you found yourself having to make the longest trek of them all to the seat furthest from the door. How dreary. It felt like everyone had their eyes on you, sizing you up for the first time. If they were, they would be trying to discern what you may do to help or hinder the delegate. Something you weren't sure about either. Despite the tension, you tried to plaster a small smile on your face and walk in a relaxed manner. You worked hard to ignore how ungracefully and unbalanced you walked (like a newborn bird learning to walk) or how your clothes doing nothing to hide your jerky movements. For this mission to work, you needed them to not have much of any opinion of you. The less they thought of you, the better. It shouldn't be too hard to coast by in a group of twelve. That was a big group.

“How was the trip for you all?” You asked once you sat down, looking around the room and taking the time to size up everyone. 

“Decent.” A gruff person with a scraggly beard grunted, adjusting in their seat constantly as if they would rather be anywhere but here, “I wish I was able to see outside of the carriage.” 

A soft melodious laugh followed, the owner a small but handsome person, their face returning to one that was sharp and intimidating after the laugh, “Understandable. I wish that too. I got horribly motion sick. Asked Taehyung-ah to knock me out-”

“Which I refused.” Another person interjected, their hands up as if to signal they were unarmed.

“Tragically. I spent the whole trip sick. Hopefully they are able to neutralize the smell inside the carriages.”  

“Oh no! I am sorry. I got motion sick when I was human.” A person (or vampire) with shaggy black hair and a neat mossy brown outfit spoke, patting the motion sick person on the back, “How are you feeling now? Did the fresh air and little walk help?” 

The motion sick person nodded. 

“I am Hoseok, by the way! Use he, him, his pronouns. I am a vampire and come from the south peninsula.” 

Creatures still lived on the south peninsula? You’d always thought that it was a barren wasteland after those living there turned on each other. Maybe there was some program to help repopulate it? With how much vampires were pushing to have more autonomy under the current treaties, you wouldn’t be surprised. 

Despite this new information, no one in the room was reacting. Nor did you. Instead, you nodded and looked around the room, making eye contact with a fem presenting person across the table from you. They had long black hair, a soft, plump face, and was smiling at you. You smiled back. 

“I’m Jimin. He, him. A human from right outside of Elding, near the South Eldmond forests.” The motion sick man said, smiling once again. You knew nothing about those near the South Eldmond forests. They were often farmer folk but had a strong education program (as with every city, town, and community that humans lived in). It made sense that the delegate had someone from the South Eldmond forests. 

“I am Taehyung… if not clear when Jimin-ah said he asked me to knock him out. I use he, him pronouns.” 

You laughed and nodded, “I’m Y/n. They, them. My trip was…” It was spent trying to place turns to the map Chaewon had you memorize but no one here needed to know that, “Uneventful. I am glad I brought books to read while here. Made a good dent in them.”

“Oh! What books?” Someone with big round glasses and soft brown hair perked up, their mossy green sweater shifting as they moved, “I am Namjoon by the way! I use he, him, his pronouns. But honestly any pronouns work. I don’t care.”

“Ah. It’s an Aradat textbook of mine. I am trying to learn how to speak with the tree guardians… I see so much deforestation in my area. It breaks my heart. I figured if I can talk with the guardians some, I’ll be able to better help the trees.” You looked down as you spoke, rubbing your cuticles as you spoke. Chaewon had given you a look when she’d found out about your hobby and although she didn’t say more, it felt like she had judged you for your want. Talking about your language interest now felt somewhat childish… most humans never met tree guardians afterall. There was even question about if they were still alive. 

“Oh! I know Aradat too!” Namjoon almost shouted, his smile almost as wide as his eyes, “I’ve been studying it since I was ten and I love it so much. It’s such a beautiful language! I am sure we can spend some time in the library here and find some books to read together.”

If he was in his wolf form, they’d be wagging their tail. Honestly, if you had a wolf form, you’d probably be wagging your tail excitedly as well (as long as you didn’t think of the implications of being alone with a werewolf… this castle had protections for humans… right?).

“I’d love to!” 

A soft and excited laugh broke you and Namjoon’s excited focus, “Your all’s excitement is so cute!” The fem presenting person was speaking, “Your excitement makes me want to try to learn Aradat! Oh! I am Minji by the way! She, her, hers pronouns.”

“Try learning it, Minji-ssi! It is such a fun language to learn and I am finding it somewhat easy to pick up.” You said, “I am happy to lend my textbooks as well if you wanted.” 

“Maybe. I have a lot of work to do for my work back home though so I may not have time.” She shrugged, her expression dampened and worry lines growing on her face. Her frown made her look much older, like her work had worn her down and taken life away from her (something you related to).

“Were you not able to get off of work? The vampirism community made it so that if you were accepted for an interspecies delegation, you wouldn’t have to work your other job. They’re even paying us for this.” The person was small but had defined shoulders which were frequently brushed by his shoulder-length black hair. It was one in a half do… a manbun… and maybe it was the manbun or the fact that he didn’t have to do extra work when you knew the human community didn’t offer the same grace, but his words felt patronizing. 

“Ahhh. That’s nice. Sadly capitalism runs the human societies.” Jimin said with a sigh, “I have to log into my computer for a few hours a day and do a bunch of paperwork daily. It won’t interfere with my diplomatic duties, though! I promise!”

Taehyung and you nodded. 

The person with a manbun scoffed, “Humans were always so attached to capitalism. Overly attached if you ask me.” You bristled at that. Sure capitalism had its downsides… but humans being attached? Vampires were the ones who brought capitalism to humans! They lorded over us before we set up our treaties! Besides, it was the only way for us to survive. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to do much… What did this vampire know anyways?

“Potentially this delegate will help to lessen that attachment.” Hoseok said with a hum, “Oh! Hyung! Don’t forget to introduce yourself!” 

“Min Yoongi. I am… 400 or so years old. I lost track after 200 so I might be older. Um… I use he, him or they, them pronouns.”

By then, the food came out and while conversation could’ve continued, no one seemed to want to eat. You lost all want to eat when you saw the large, glass cups full of thick red blood that the vampires were drinking. They had large smiles on their faces as they sipped away and you could've sworn Yoongi even laughed when Minji looked away. Yet you forced food into your stomach anyways. Couldn’t they have chosen an opaque glass to hold the blood? So that people didn’t have to see the blood? 

Once dinner was over, you followed Taehyung, Jimin, and Minji with heavy feet to the human quarters. It was a drab small space in the back of the castle with two doors that led off to two bedrooms with two matching, uncomfortable twin beds. There was only one shared bathroom... for all four of you. The common space had enough room for a table and chairs, a couch, and a lit fireplace and the bedrooms only had two wardrobes, the two beds, and a shared bedside table. You’d need to find another place to meet with Chaewon and to get alone time, but this would do for the bare necessities. With that in mind, you found yourself retiring early to bed, your mind too full of new information and sloshing blood to stay up with the other humans.

“Ugh. Vampires are always so prideful. Sounds to me like they might pose a challenge during this delegate. Keep your distance.” Chaewon scoffed and though you couldn’t see her, you could imagine the disgust twisting on her face. She was the most squeamish person you’ve met. If she’d been here, she’d have passed out at the sight. 

“I will try. Don’t want to get close to any of the others here. I want to find the talisman and get out.” You said, adjusting in the closet that you’d managed to find in an unused part of the castle. Sure, you’d be sneezing up a storm after all the dust you’ve sifted through, but at least it was a private place to be and hide your supplies. 

She hummed, “I believe in you. Keep me in the loop.” 

You nodded, even though she couldn’t see you. 

“And Y/n-ah?”

“Yes?”

“Stay safe.”

Once again, you found yourself nodding as Chaewon closed the connection. You packed the small stone she used in your go-bag, setting everything into the bag with great care and caution before checking to make sure the map, water, and food were all still there. Once you were able to verify that, you hid it under some of the many half broken buckets and mops that the closet had. Straining your ears, you listened to see if you heard anything that could hint at someone nearby. When you didn’t, you quickly left the closet and raced to the window across from it to look out, your breath fogging it up. Maybe you didn’t have super good hearing or eyesight like werewolves or vampires but you knew how to act like you were exploring the castle. 

“What are you doing over here?” Someone’s rough voice interrupted you, making you jump. Yoongi.

“You scared me!” You said, looking him over as you tried to calm your fast heart. He was in casual clothes and seemed to be looking you over as well. Frustration and anxiety grew in the pit of your stomach like a vine grows on the gound, slow and only hinting at a potential problem down the road.

“What are you doing over here?” He asked again, coming closer. You could almost see his fangs poke out from his mouth even when he wasn’t talking, his lips twisted into a scowl.

“I am exploring. Want to see what different parts of the castle have to offer. Isn’t this view pretty?” You asked, hoping he’d look out (even if you’d so happened to choose a window with one of the least pretty views, looking out at the brick wall of another part of the castle). 

“I don’t see the beauty. Explain it to me.” You bristled at his demand. Damn vampires were characteristically demanding. Now you had to somehow explain to him the beauty of a brick wall with the start of a growing ivy infestation. 

Taking a deep breath in, you looked down, “You see the ivy?” 

“Duh.” 

You scoffed, “Humor me please.”

“I am.” A small smile grew on his face at that and you wanted to smack it off. Why was he being such a smart Alec?! 

“Sure. Well this plant only bears fruit when it’s climbing. It only matures when it’s climbing. It is only invasive when it climbs.” You were rambling, rushing to try to find something in this ivy that you could claim is pretty. Something in the bricks that were pretty. Damn Yoongi.

“That’s going to affect the structural integrity of the building. Someone should tell the grounds keeper.” 

You shrugged, floundering as you tried to think of what to say, “Maybe. I kind of think it is poetic. This ivy is native to the wooded areas I can see near here. The trees and bushes that used to live here probably had a blanket of the ivy at their feet. They lived in harmony… and here’s a big castle-”

“It’s quite small actually. For castles.” Yoongi corrected, and you bristled at his laugh. 

“Ok. Here’s a *small* castle that was made by removing a bunch of native stuff and put nonnative plants in the gardens and remove all natural diversity… But the native plants are still here. They’re even trying to take back the land that was taken from them.” You finally felt like you’d reached a place that could describe the beauty of this… at least to an extent and hopefully Yoongi would accept the answer, “It’s quite beautiful.” 

Yoongi hummed and nodded, “Yeah. I see. Sort of like how the proposed new treaty has beauty to it. It will help return some natural order.” 

You froze. He was taking this example of buildings and twisting it to fit this idea that vampires and werewolves deserved more than what humans had given? They were dangerous! They hurt people. This treaty was going to harm people and here he was trying to claim that native plants reclaiming what was their space was similar? You wanted to try to debate him but one look and you knew he wouldn’t listen. There was a cocky glimmer in his eyes and as he raised his eyebrows at you, you knew he was hoping for you to react. 

Forcing a smile, you nodded, “Sure. Now, if you excuse me, I am going to explore more of the castle.” 

Yoongi shrugged, “I’ll join you.” 

You wanted to say no and ask to be alone but once again, you felt like he was wanting a challenge and you needed to be on your best behavior. Conflict between humans, vampires, and werewolves wouldn’t serve your mission. It’d only hinder you at getting more information and finding the talisman. Instead you smiled and nodded, trying to keep your distance from Yoongi. The further away you were from him the better.

He was suspecting you too much, challenging you too much, angering you too much. 

Somehow, you managed to make it to lunch with him following you around like a plague, making snide comments here and there and wholly grating you. You guessed that it made sense for a vampire to be good at getting under your skin but that didn’t make you like it any less.

Lunch was a simple congee with a steamed sweet potato. Despite it being so simple, you found yourself excitedly eating it, taking extra care to relish in it as you eyed the vampires who seemed to be forced to sit and watch as the werewolves and humans ate. You didn’t know if they were frustrated or annoyed at having to sit in with them but you liked to think so. Yoongi at the very least rolled his eyes a few times at a few of your groans of enjoyment and that made your day all the better. The more annoyed he was at you, the more he’d leave you alone (hopefully). 

“You seem to like the congee!” Minji exclaims with a laugh.

“Yeah! It is quite good. Reminds me of my mom’s cooking.” That was a lie. A bold faced lie but how else were you to explain your interest in such simple congee.

“Oh? Interesting! I think I only had congee when I was sick or food stores were low.” Jimin said with a hum and Minji nodded. 

“That must’ve been nice. My family did-doesn’t have much. Rice was cheap enough that we could eat it frequently and be full enough to study and work in the fields.” You said, looking down at the few spoonfuls of congee left. This wasn’t a lie. Often a simple congee or some simple panchans were all you were able to eat, the food filling you up for a while but always leaving you wholly unsatisfied. This job was your way out of poverty in many ways. You could send your remaining family a bit of money monthly and work hard to start climbing up the social ladder. This job, though what you wanted to do to help educate and protect your loved ones, was also hard. You had to edit books that talked about the previous wars (often a tiring and emotional task), you had to help distribute the books to schools and libraries in need (often a demanding task), and you needed to help brainstorm new ways to protect humans from the growing threat of vampires and werewolves (often a mentally draining task).

“Were there not people who could help your family?” A wide eyed werewolf, Jungkook, asked, their fork frozen halfway to their mouth, rare steak dangling from it dangerously. 

“The whole village didn’t have much. Everyone tried to help out others but with little to share, no one could help us.”

“I feel like the government should’ve helped!” Jisoo, a werewolf that had been quiet up to that point said with a start, almost dropping his steak on the table in shock.

“The government does. It isn’t always enough.” Taehyung shrugged with a deep sigh, “I’ve been trying to work on improving it with my job back home but there is only so much one can do with all the managerial tape in place.” 

Jisoo scoffed, “Ok. Sounds fake.” 

You looked at Taehyung, who was worrying his lip as he looked around the room and shrugged with him. Hopefully he knew not to take a hotheaded wolf’s thought to heart. They had different lives and thoughts on how the world should function. It led to conflicts frequently. Taehyung was doing his best to help out where possible. 

“Well. I am done.” She said as she got up and leaned closer to you and whispered, “Y/n-ssi, would you want to explore the gardens with me?” 

You looked down at the leftover congee in your bowl, shoving it in your mouth with an excited nod. The gardens was something you’d (intentionally) not explored with Yoongi earlier today and the thought of exploring them with Minji excited you, despite the cold of a snowless winter.

As it turned out, your excitement was well placed. She was thoughtful with her comments on the garden's looks, giving you a different lens than the native plants that were true to the general region. 

“So… I am assuming you grew up in Naranaan?” She asked, looking at you with a thoughtful expression.

“Near it. What about you?”

“Elding” She said, looking around at the bushes. Elding was a richer area than your hometown, often relishing in the many lavish foods and materials places had to offer. You’d moved near them now but was always shocked at how much more Elding had to offer.

“Did you always want to be a diplomat?” You eventually asked.

She shrugged, “It’s been chosen for me for a while. I come from a well off family and they’ve always expected me to do something big. Working to reduce conflict between the big three? That’s something big. It’s something I might be able to do or at least help with. What about you?” 

“I wanted to be a social worker. That’s what I went to school for. This is all so… so different. Even the work I do back in the city… it’s different. It’s less personal. I don’t see the people I am trying to help.” 

“That sounds isolating.” 

“Sometimes it is. I notice it most during the winter. It snowed back home but it’s been years since I’ve gone home so I barely even remember snow anymore.” 

“Years? How come?”

You shrugged, “I… I don’t have the luxury of not working.” 

She sighed, “When we return from this delegation, I will treat you to a trip to the Uncald Mountains. You’ll see snow again. Mark my words.”

You laughed and shook your head, “I can’t accept!” 

“You can! And you will! Just you wait. I will tire you out from saying no.” She said with a smile, her eyes holding a warmth that reminded you of a sibling’s care. 

You leaned into her warm shoulder and looked out, for once, imagining you had an older sister who would take care of you like Minji was offering to. Closing your eyes, you sighed and basked in her warmth, imaging a life where you didn’t have to fight for everything you had, where you had someone to lean on rather than going out without direction or support. Chaewon was the closest you’d ever gotten to someone supporting you but she was nothing more than a mentor and boss. Even with the barrier of worker-boss relationships separating you from ever completely leaning on her like you might an older sibling or parent, she was the closest you’d had of that and you admired her greatly. Like you, she seemed to have a rough upbringing, working tooth and nail to get her position and help her family. She also had such a strong direction in life. She took risks and did what needed to be done to help her community. She did so much and you wanted to be like her.

She was so far from you right now- the furthest she’s been since you joined the organization- and you felt somewhat lost. There was no information she could give to help you, most she could do is advise you but even that felt empty. Once again, you were alone and while you knew you had to find the talisman, you had no idea what else you could do to help protect your community. You didn’t delude yourself with the idea that you dragging your heels into the mud and trying to undermine vampire, werewolf, and human relationships would do anything but isolate you and raise suspicions but you had no idea what else you could do. You were at a loss and it scared you. It brought you back to when you were fighting for your life to get through undergraduate school, each meal precious, each job a struggle, and each night a questionable rest. 

“Do you think this will go well?” You asked, not wanting to look at Minji while she thought.

“I do. This will help ease the tension between the big three. A delegation and a small joint Yule celebration will be quite good! I don’t know if it will lead to any direct change right away but it will be the start of a lot of different delegations.” She laughed somewhat bitterly, “Given… I’ve been told I am optimistic to a fault. I want us all to be able to live in harmony and that has to start with communication.”

“Well, if you’re optimistic to a fault, I will try to be too. My life has been fairly sheltered from vampires and werewolves but I’ll try to get to know them and help.” Uncertainty was lapping at your feet, growing around them like juvenile ivy, but you wanted to follow Minji in that moment. You wanted to believe that all would work out if you were polite and kind… besides, it wouldn’t do you anything not to so you might as well try to be friendly. 

She hummed, “It helps that so many of our other delegates are so good looking.”

You chuckled at that, your mind flashing the many good looking people here: Seokjin, Jungkook, Hoseok, Yoon- *not him*, Minji, “You’re definitely up there, Minji-ssi.” 

A laugh rose up from her, floating into the night, “I’m honored you think so. You’re on the list too.” 

You looked up at her, eyes wide and warmth rising on you, “Why thank you.” 

The two of you settled into a soft silence after that, the night sky growing more and more, stars coming out of hiding and showing off to you. There were so many more stars here, something you imagined Minji and many of the others from around cities were shocked by. So much light pollution made it hard to see stars in cities and unless one was from a small town or camping, they rarely saw stars anymore. It made sense to you that there were stars way out in the yawning gap between the Uncald mountains and the Ardt woods, but of course, no one else knew where they were or why so many stars would be present. Breathing in the fresh air, you curled in on yourself, falling into some sort of meditative state as you listened to the many animals chattering away. Many of them seemed to be distant relatives of animals you knew in your area, finches and jays all with similar but slightly different calls, bugs and lizards that all sang songs of kinship to those native to your area. 

Maybe one day, you’d sneak off or go with someone to try to observe the wildlife more, for now, you’d stick to looking out at the garden and past it to the woods that seemed to hug this side of the (small) castle. 

At some point, Minji groaned and got up, quiet good nights leaving her as she hobbled inside. A part of you wanted to join her, to go back into the castle and call it a night, but the small town person part of you kept you in your place with a vice-like grip. The woods were calling to you, inviting you to explore and see the wonders that lay within them. As a kid, your mom would tell you stories of magical creatures like willow-o-the-wisps, brownies, gumihos, goblins, and many other creatures of the past. Of course it was all outlandish- many of those creatures have gone extinct (hunted out of existence by werewolves and vampires), but it was fun to think of, fun to wonder what might be waiting for you out in the woods. 

You looked back up the castle, looking through the windows at the illuminated worlds of the inside. Someone was exercising on the third floor where a gym might be, someone was reading in the library on the first floor (maybe you should go there soon), and someone was looking out at you from the window next to the door. 

What?

You did a double take and now no one was there.

You got up, your limbs protesting as you did, and called out to see if anyone would answer. No one did. When you opened the door to reenter the inside world, no one was there… had you imagined it? It wouldn’t be the first time you’d imagined something… like that all-too-real dream about a secret basement in the company full of labs and tests.

But it wouldn’t be impossible for you to have actually seen someone. Vampires had superhuman strength and speed afterall. Maybe they thought that they were sneaker than they actually were. Was it Yoongi? You bristled at the thought. If it was, he was getting too suspicious of you. Dude needed to back up. He needed to stop focusing on you. He could be dangerous. 

Shaking your head, you figured now would be a good time to return to your room. It’s been too long of a day and you had another long day ahead of you. That talisman was waiting for you and if Yoongi was already suspicious of you, you had some acting that needed to be done soon too.

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❥ Yoongi Fic Recs

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Yoongi is my main bias + main obsession so plz don't perceive the length of this list, okay. It's going to be absolutely ridiculous.

❥ 12 Lays of Christmas: Day 2 by minisugakoobies | drabble, tumblr ↳ Gift wrapping with your boyfriend goes a little awry. ❣ Gender Non-Specified Reader ❣ smut, pwp | established relationship ↻ read my review

❥ All That Holly Jolly Sh*t by daechwitatamic | oneshot, tumblr ↳ You haven’t seen or heard from Yoongi since he broke your heart five years ago, laying out a logical list of reasons why you were better off breaking up. When a Christmas Eve blizzard traps you together for the night, you have no choice but to examine how few of those reasons are still true. And if they’re not… where does that leave you? ❣ Female Reader ❣ smut, fluff, angst | exes to lovers ↻ read my review

❥ Best Served Cold by anotherbtswriter | series, tumblr ↳ Yoongi shields his eyes from the flames. Smoke coats his throat, and he pants for breath. As he lies on the wet pavement, he realizes that this Molotov cocktail, this cheap-ass, dime-store intimidation tactic currently burning through his club, is a plan to intimidate him. First, he was annoyed. Now he’s pissed. ❣ Female Reader ❣ smut, fluff, angst | exes to lovers ↻ read my reviews: ch. 1, ch. 2, ch. 3, ch.4

❥ Blackthorn by sweetestofchaos | series, tumblr ↳ Min Yoongi, the last Emperor of the Joseon dynasty was betrothed to a foreign Princess from the time he could walk. The two exchanged many letters and gifts over the years as their love bloomed. Emperor Yoongi loved his Princess and it was on their wedding day that he was finally able to express his true feelings with his actions and not just his words. The love story of Emperor Yoongi and Empress Keena has been passed down from generation to generation; a love story so strong that it had surpassed the passage of time. Now a millennium later, the Emperor and Empress have been reborn at the same time…will history repeat itself or will the two become victims of the difficulties placed in their path? ❣ Female Reader ❣ smut, fluff, angst | strangers to lovers, arranged marriage au, soulmate au, fantasy ↻ read my reviews: ch. 1, ch. 2, ch. 3, ch. 4, ch. 5, ch. 6, ch. 7, ch. 8, ch. 9, ch. 10, ch. 11, ch. 12

❥ Cybersex by gimmethatagustd | oneshot, tumblr ↳ The whole point of being a phone sex hotline operator is that you’ll never have to meet your clients. So what are you supposed to do when you find out your favorite client is your brother’s best friend?  ❣ Female Reader ❣ smut, fluff, humor | brother's best friend, friends to lovers ↻ read my review

❥ Defrosting Ivy by moccahobi ↳  In a world where the 3 apex predators (humans, vampires, and werewolves) have been in a long standing power imbalance, Y/n is tasked with going undercover as a diplomat for the start of peace talks. What do they need to do? Find a talisman their organization has managed to identify as vital in resolving the conflict and ensuring the safety of all humans. ❣ Female Reader ❣ fluff, angst | supernatural au, enemies to lovers ↻ read my review

❥ Devil Town by park-jimin-isnt-real | series, tumblr ❥ Chapter 1: Somewhere Lost - the guide ↳ You wake up on a bench in a forest, with no memory before then or recollection of how you got there. The person greeting you gives you three options: going into the Great Unknown (to never be seen again), wandering the woods (until you become an Edelwood tree), or spending a month in Devil Town. ❣ Female Reader ❣ platonic, light angst | over the garden wall au, speculative ↻ read my review

❥ Drip by here2bbtstrash | oneshot, tumblr ↳ When Yoongi makes the bold statement that any girl can squirt, you decide to call him on his bluff. ❣ Female Reader ❣ smut, pwp | friends to lovers ↻ read my review

❥ F*ck Christmas by sailoryoons | oneshot, tumblr ↳ Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog. ❣ Female Reader ❣ fluff, smut, humor | friends to lovers ↻ read my review

❥ Good Fortune & A New Beginning by moonleeai | oneshot, tumblr ↳ Grumpy neighbor Yoongi is secretly a softie. ❣ Female Reader, 1st person ❣ fluff | strangers to lovers ↻ read my review

❥ If Walls Could Talk by btsrunmyiife | unfinished oneshot, tumblr ↳ You’re part of a web series of paranormal investigators that take cases from clients who believe their homes are haunted. While working in such close proximity, it’s only natural for some of you to gravitate toward one another – whether it be for stress relief or more. ❣ Female Reader ❣ smut | coworkers who fuck ❣ warnings: paranormal themes, mention of suicide ↻ read my review

❥ Invisible String by btsrunmyiife | series, tumblr ↳ Sometimes the hardest thing in life is letting yourself be seen. ❣ Female Reader ❣ queer, smut, fluff, angst | social media au, college au, strangers to friends to lovers ❣ warnings: topics of sexual assault & racial discrimination ↻ read my review

❥ Kick Up the Fire and Let the Flames Break Loose by ffion451 | series, tumblr ↳ Years after you gave up on him, Kim Taehyung appears back in your life: Are you the same person you were back then? Do you still love him? And why is it, with the supposed love of your life back, that you can’t stop thinking about the taciturn rapper who you has just come into your life? ❣ Female Reader | Feat. Taehyung ❣ smut, angst | friends to enemies to strangers to ?, strangers to friends to ? ↻ read my reviews: ch. 0, ch. 1

❥ Let Me by sailoryoons | oneshot, tumblr ↳ You’ve been friends with Yoongi for as long as you remember. When he tells you he’s never - and he means never - received oral in his life, you take it upon yourself to lend a mouth hand. ❣ Female Reader ❣ smut, pwp | friends to lovers ↻ read my review

❥ Nothing to Hide by gimmethatagustd | oneshot, tumblr ↳ It’s your boyfriend’s first Pride Month since coming out, and you’re determined to make sure he has the time of his life. ❣ Female Reader ❣ queer, smut, pwp | established relationship ↻ read my review

❥ Obsidian by sailoryooons | series, tumblr ↳ You remember everything. The first time you radiated at garnet, feeling the power of the jewel rushing through you. Remember the energy pulsing at your command. And you certainly remember the face of the man who ruined your life. Then there’s Min Yoongi, the Chaotic who is the key to your revenge.  ❣  angst, eventual smut | strangers to lovers, urban fantasy, crime syndicate ❣ warnings: graphic violence, morally grey characters ↻ read my reviews: ch. 0, ch. 1, ch. 2

❥ Please Linger by matchy6812 | series, tumblr ↳ After terrorizing the villagers with one too many pranks, you’ve been locked away in The Tower to atone for your petty crimes. As far as you know, The Tower is impenetrable. Nobody can get in, and nobody can get out. It seems you’ll never escape—until one night, a man named Yoongi barges in… ❣ Female Reader ❣ humor, slow burn, smut, angst | fantasy au, strangers to lovers ↻ read my reviews: ch. 1, ch. 2, ch. 3

❥ Right Here Right Now by hobidreams | oneshot, tumblr ↳ What if little red wants to be eaten by the big bag wolves? ❣ Female Reader | Feat. Hoseok & Namjoon ❣ group, smut, pwp, humor | werewolf au, college au, friends to lovers ↻ read my review

❥ Suga's How-To Guide: How to Tr(eat) Them Right by sailoryoons | oneshot, tumblr ↳ Min Yoongi has been a cam boy for a few years now. The work is easy, the money is good, and he has loyal viewers. When he approaches you and asks if you want to be his muse for a ‘how-to’ series, your view on the infamous Yoongi changes. ❣ Female Reader ❣ smut, pwp | friends to lovers ↻ read my review

❥ Taste by 7deadlysinsfics | drabble, tumblr ↳ Hoseok is in a sharing mood and his best friend is so, so thankful. ❣ Female Reader | Feat. Hoseok ❣ threesome, implied smut | established relationship, strangers to lovers ↻ read my review

❥ Taste So Sweet by btsrunmyiife | oneshot, tumblr ↳ Yoongi is helping you experience something new, something you’ve always wanted to try. All you wanted to do was kiss a girl. You should have known it would be so much more than you imagined.  ❣ Female Reader | Feat. Hwasa ❣ threesome, queer, pwp, smut | college au, established relationship + friends to lovers ↻ read my review

❥ The Earth, Your Butt, and Other Big...Flat Things? by matchy6812 | oneshot, tumblr ↳ When your world-famous boyfriend reveals himself to be an apparent flat earther, you decide to hold a modern exorcism—as in, you’re gonna try to fuck the stewpid out of him. ❣ Female Reader ❣ humor, smut, pwp | idol au, established relationship ↻ read my review

❥ Twirl for Me by gimmethatagustd | series, tumblr ↳ You’re perfectly content with admiring your ballet student’s father from afar, until he discovers the secret of your second job when he pays for a VIP room at the local strip club. What’s worse is your new knowledge of his secret life that won’t let you get him off your mind, no matter how awful it is. ❣ Female Reader | Feat. Jungkook ❣ smut, angst, slow burn | stripper au, strangers to lovers ↻ read my review

❥ Versus by minisugakoobies | series, tumblr ↳ Supervillain exes Yoongi and Hoseok are sick and tired of having their plans for world domination wrecked by you, aka Vitality, the world’s most powerful superhero. When fellow villain Jimin suggests a little competition to see who can bring you to your knees, they both eagerly accept. Now the battle is on as both men engage you in fight after fight to see who will conquer you first. Will you finally defeat these two, or will they destroy you - and possibly take each other out in the process? ❣ Female Reader | Feat. Hoseok ❣ smut, humor, fluff, angst | supervillain au, enemies to lovers ❣ warnings: some violence, use of weapons, fighting ↻ read my review

Yoongi x Reader as a side pairing:

❥ Business as Usual by blog-name-idk | series, tumblr ↳ The first thing Jin noticed about you was that you were hot. The second was that you were fucking brilliant. The third was that you were kind of a bitch. Basically, you were perfect. | The first thing you noticed about Jin was that he was hot. The second was the professors already called him by name. The third was that he was an insufferable prick. Basically, you hated his guts. ❣ Female Reader | Feat. Seokjin as main pairing ❣ smut, fluff, humor | college au, enemies to lovers ↻ read my reviews: masterlist, ch. 1, ch. 4

❥ The Love Witch by gimmethatagustd | oneshot, tumblr ↳ Despite being a popular romance blogger, Yoongi isn’t interested in finding love. He only summons a demon boyfriend to prove to his followers that it’s possible. He’ll send Taehyung right back to Hell once he’s done with him, obviously. ❣ Yoongi x Taehyung ❣ smut, fluff, humor, hint of angst | modern fantasy au, fake dating, strangers to lovers ↻ read my review

Namjoon | Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Which Arkham Knight rogues would be good parents ?

WOOF, ok this list might be kinda short lmao.

First off, Mr. Freeze. He and Nora would be loving parents, though Freeze's obsessive love and desire to protect would extend to his kid as well as Nora. Sometimes a family is a baby, a recently defrosted wife, and a blue man that will fucking kill anyone who threatens his family's happiness. Bonus angst: he hates that even if he's safer in the suit, he can't properly hold his child. So he constantly exits the suit and takes a double dose of the liquid he takes to minimize pain just so he can touch them. The feeling that his body is on fire is worth it if it means he can hold them. His one regret is that because he's so cold, his touch can startle or even scare his baby if he uses his bare hands. So he makes his pain worse by wearing mittens and padding to keep them comfortable.

Ivy in the comics has taken in children in the past, and I think she would be a good mother. She would instill a respect for nature into her child and I think she would worry about her child's well being. They would come from her and thus be a plant hybrid, and that connection to the Green has admittedly driven her to insanity. The earth is a beautiful system of roots, mycelium, spores, but her child would have to hear the constant screaming and despair of every plant under threat and being choked by man. She would try her best to help them cope and she'd have more empathy for her child than anyone else on the planet because of that.

Jason if he counts would be a good dad, albeit very protective. He won't kill anyone unless they're a genuine threat to his family, but he'll coerce, manipulate, and threaten whoever he needs to keep them happy and safe. Like if a particular kid kept hurting his child at daycare and the staff weren't doing anything to stop it, he'll have his own personal "parent conference" to convince Mom and Dad to curb this behavior. And he'll also dangle the head staff member off a rooftop and have them be more mindful of his kid's needs.

Harvey might be a good dad, but Two-Face wouldn't. His instability would definitely startle and scare his kid who can't really understand why daddy talks/acts/is two people, and why he has to use a coin for everything. He'd embody both sides of parenthood. Harvey is the nurturing, caring, loving side who genuinely wants to do right by his child; Two Face is the fierce protector who will kill, torture, and destroy anything and anyone he views as a threat to his kid and their happiness. Ie. Harvey would comfort his kid if they were being bullied, Two Face would fucking torture the family of the bully and threaten students/teachers into treating his kid nicely at school.

Penguin is also like that but is ostensibly a bit more chill and spoils his kid a LOT more. His dad shipped him away to boarding school but he doesn't want to do that to his kid. He'd only do that if he needed his kid sent somewhere far away from a direct threat to their life, and even then he is constantly sending them letters, calling them/video chatting, giving them gifts, etc. That kid is gonna have a gold encrusted spoon in their mouth and a dad who constantly shows off his "cute lil' baby bird" to everyone.

Deathstroke is canonically a terrible father BUT maybe for the right Darling he'd try to keep a distant but loving relationship encrypted by several layers of security. He's got too many people who'd butcher his baby as revenge to risk being too close, but maybe he'd try his best for Kid Number Four.

[gritsandbrits]

003 for Wonder Woman and Harley?

Wondy!

How I feel about this character: fucking AWESOME! Every time she's onscreen I get chills yes even that horrid BvS movie

Any/all characters I ship her with: Steve Trevor. Used to be WonderBat but I kinda stopped shipping after realizing how shoehorned it was.

Favorite non romantic ship: the Trinity but I also liked her interactions with princess Audrey from Justice League cartoon; and Etta Candy

Unpopular Opinion: I don't trust anyone to write a show for her

One thing I wish would happen/had happened in canon: that she bring back her mod outfits they were cute

Favorite friendship: HER AND ETTA ESPECIALLY IN THE GOLDEN AGE

Crossover ship: Steve Rogers i feel like they have a lot more going on than just sharing similar motifs. Imagine a street kid from Boston and a mythical princess but she loves him regardless of how he looks, and he treats her like an actual human being and teaching her about the human world. Plus the tragic element of losing Steve and Wonder moving on, only to be reunited in the modern day when Steve defrosts but now it's Diana's turn to teach him about the modern world!

Harley!

How I feel about her: overrated and overused at this point. I do like how she's moved on from the joker but not it feels like she can't exist without being attached to Ivy (and vice versa) LET HARLEY BE HER OWN PERSON

Any/all characters i ship her with: her and Kiteman, also like Harlivy in some verses, heck even starting to play around with Riddler x Harley XD

Favorite non romantic ship: her and batman their interactions are entertaining but also bittersweet

Unpopular opinion: I think Harley should have a redemption but not accepted by Batfam also I don't mind her pink&blue color scheme

One thing I wish would happen/had happened in canon: if she got to host a talk show (my 2004 fangirl coming out)

Favorite friendship: not friends but i like her interactions with Black Canary in the Injustice comics

Crossover ship: her and Snatcher from A Hat in Time; also Weird Al (the character not the actual person)

[ownheartbeating]

Hello darling dearest! It is I... your Winter/December/Holiday anon pal! ☃️ 🎁 ❄️🌟 I hope that December is kind and gentle to you, and I can't wait to send you more messages and know you better! So we'll start off with this: Evermore. THE December album. THE album for this season. 'Tis the damn season, if you will. Do you have a favorite song/lyric from Evermore? Please share!

Lots of love to you! I'll sign off as the snowman heheh

~☃️ anon (Winter/December/Holiday pal™️)

hello!!!!! hi!!!!! thank you!!!!! omg I’m so excited! evermore is literally my favorite album I’m so happy it’s evermore season. evermore has defrosted. Tis the damn season will always have a place in my heart I love it so damn much… Taylor really did something when she wrote it. I’d have to say my favorite evermore song is ivy!!! The clean version is so good because of the lyrics “It's a violent blaze in the dark and you started it/ You started it/ So yeah, it's a war / It's the fiercest fight of my life and you started it.

Do you have a favorite song/lyric from evermore?? Please share with me

[rubyleaf]

BOOK OF GOLD: EXCERPT – ERIC & IVY

Context: they saw a bunch of Pokémon plushies at a souvenir shop earlier, and Eric saw how in love Ivy was with the Pikachu one (her favorite in the game, too) so he sneakily bought it for her. Cuteness ensues. Enjoy!

My gaze fell on the Pikachu plushie.

"By the way, Ivy," I said, my heartbeat quickening. Butterflies stirred up inside me, and I tried to digest them. No need to panic. This was just a friendly gift.

She looked up. "What's—"

I held the plushie in her face. "Pika pika!"

She stared at the plushie, then, incredulous and wide-eyed, at me.

"You bought it," she said softly. "What…"

"It's yours," I said. "I, uh…I saw how much you liked it, so I bought it. It's yours."

Slowly, carefully, Ivy took it, holding it like it was the most fragile, precious treasure in the world. She turned it around in her hands, then squeezed it gently, and finally brought it up to bury her nose in it.

"A gift," she whispered into the yellow plush fur. "For me…a plushie for me." Her voice was very soft, almost cracking, her eyes glinting suspiciously in the falling dusk. "It's mine now."

I smiled. "Do you like it?"

She nodded. "Titania would make me destroy it if she knew I had this," she whispered. "I can't have toys…or anything that's not practical. But…" She squeezed the plushie again, as if to reaffirm herself. "Titania can't see me right now." Her voice grew firm again. "I can keep it…at least while I'm here."

My heart broke for her. What kind of monster didn't let a kid have plush toys growing up?

There's so much you deserve to catch up on. There's so much I want to help you catch up on.

"Try to keep it for as long as you can," I said. "And if you can't, feel free to hide it at my place."

Ivy nodded, then she lifted her head. Her eyes met mine, the same dark eyes that had once been full of cold mistrust. They were warm now, warm and gentle, shining with a light that seemed to come from deep within her soul.

And then she smiled at me, really smiled, just like that night at the party, and everything around us stopped being real.

"I will," she said, and I knew that she meant it. "And Eric…thank you."

[earth2bucky]

lamented & assured | b.b

a/n: a lil something about second chances & the perseverance of love amidst the torrent of smut in my drafts. as always, feedback is strongly encouraged so pls go nuts and let me know what you thought!!!

summary: a commission for my love @blackberrybucky who requested crying in the rain vibes

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

word count: 1.4k

it’s the wrong kind of quiet. 

the walls of your apartment have known many different kinds, over the years. the lull of the afterglow - the blanketed quiet of sleep. you like silence, but you’d take rush hour in times square over this. 

two weeks since things had bubbled over, and you’re left with an empty canvas where you’d rather be spattered black and blue. all your insistences—that he’d be hurting you more by leaving than he ever would if he stayed—had fallen on deaf ears.

now he’s gone, and you miss him. god, do you miss him. leaving out two mugs in the morning and kissing you like he’d go mad without it. 

but your mourning only proves him right. him, and the whirlpool of doubt in your gut telling you that you’d been too clingy, too much. for as long as you’d known bucky, he’d preferred to spew lies than indulge the cruelty of the truth. this time, you weren’t so sure he’d had to. 

the storm hits the city in the early afternoon. it’s just the rain at first, flooding the streets and outshining the sound of traffic. then the thunder comes, and with it the lightning. before long, the hell that breaks loose outside is almost distraction enough to drown out the one in your head. 

he doesn’t even knock. of all things, it's the sound of his ringtone that catches your attention like a mirage in the dusk. you follow the chime to the upstairs window with a view of the doorstep and find him there. 

even from the awkward angle, you see him then for what he really is. this isn’t the bucky that’d abandoned you weeks ago in an angsty stupor of self-hatred. no. this is somebody’s son and somebody’s greatest regret. he’s just standing there - eyes glassy like the windowpanes that line the street behind him. the rain pounds the concrete and hits him harsh and cold, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

it’s less than a minute before you’re opening the door with a squeak of their rusty hinges. his frame, usually dedicated to all forms of intimidation, is crippled with the weight of the world. 

it’s a new perspective entirely, and you've already decided you don’t like it. 

“i’m sorry.”

his words are a punch to the gut. 

you want to yell, but it’s cold and he’s crying and the pull behind your navel telling you to drag him inside and put your lips on him is too strong to ignore. 

“come inside— you’ll get pneumonia out there.”

he doesn’t move. 

“it’s my shower or the gutter.”

it’s the cruelest kind of muscle memory when you reach to help shuck off his coat. in the doorway, he drips water against the hardwood floors. 

“um- towels are still below the sink. watch the devils ivy, and don’t use my shampoo.” 

if he says anything amidst plodding towards the bathroom, you don’t hear it. 

while the shower steams up with the heat of him, you scrounge up some clothes and fold them neatly on the counter. 

it feels wrong to see his shadow against the curtain and not pull it back to join him - like inching down asphalt on the wrong side of the road. 

when the taps shut off with a screech, you hover in the hallway until he’s dressed and decide it’s not even your car. 

when you round the corner, the sight of him nearly knocks you off balance. this is how you remember him; the picture of domesticity in faded henley and smelling of coconut. it aches. 

“sit.”

you direct him to the edge of the bathtub and he settles, hands to your hips like air to his lungs. the feeling of his fingertips at your skin brands like hot iron. 

with the hot air of the blow dryer his eyes flutter shut. it’s more therapeutic than anything; defrosting him like this when he’s sporting a crew cut. whether for you or him, you’re not sure. when you switch it off, his hands are still anchored to you. 

“‘d you get a new perfume?”

you hum, run a hand through his hair. he’s pretty like this. its easy to forget something’d gone wrong. 

“didn’t mean any of it. what i said.”

there it is. a spotlight to the elephant in the room you’re quick to deflect. 

“bucky, don’t-”

“hauled my ass across brooklyn in a rainstorm for you— that’s gotta mean somethin’, yeah?”

when you meet his gaze, the despair lurking inside forces you to look away.  

“let me moisturize you.”

he sighs when you turn away, but makes no effort to stop you. rifling around in the basket next to the sink, you produce a lilac bottle and squeeze a little of the product into your palm. his eyes are already shut when you turn back to him. 

rubbing it into his skin, you’re grateful he can’t see the look on your face. 

“alright,” taking two steps backward, your announcement is punctuated by a gentle flick to his ear. “i need coffee.”

you make it most of the way to the kitchen before noticing he hadn’t followed in suit. busying yourself with the drinks, you wonder if he’ll leave some lewd drawing on the mirror like he used to. your chest tightens at the memory. 

his mug is tucked right in the back of the cabinet, and the stupid thing nearly shatters when you jump at the sound of his footfalls. 

“shit - you scared me.”

“sorry.” his tone is reserved to a murmur. it’s still the wrong kind of quiet. 

he finds a seat at one of the bar stools that border the kitchen, and you switch on the radio, flick down the kettle.

still - you run out of distractions faster than anticipated and end up floating in the middle of the tiles like a ship abandoned at high tide. he’s staring at you, and for the first time, you notice the red in his eyes. 

“gonna let me talk now?”

taking your silence as complacency, he begins to pick at a loose thread on his sleeve. “i push people away, i know that. ‘m working on it. but i never meant to hurt you, you gotta know that. didn’t mean any of what i said, ‘bout you bein’ too much. got scared, that’s all.”

“james.”

at your interruption, he lets out a dry laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes. “gonna government name me, huh?”

under the flickering overhead light, you hold back tears and reach for the kettle. “i get it. i do. but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. to have the person i—the person i care about most in the world, to tell me i’m too much.”

it’s an odd dichotomy of a moment; discussing the subject of your heartbreak over afternoon tea. even still, you busy yourself with the coffees in any desperate attempt to avoid his eyes. 

“fuck, honey.” maybe it’s the crack in his voice that does it, but tears spring at your eyes before you’ve even turned around. 

“not used to it, that’s all. been a while since anybody wanted to talk to me, be around me. got overwhelmed,” 

you fill both mugs to the brim and replace the kettle to it’s spot.

“but i want you—want you all the time. every bit of you.” 

the growing heat between you takes mortal form in the three words that bubble from his lips. 

not as an answer to a question, nor out of habit. a reason. 

i love you. 

you know what you’re supposed to say —it swells in your chest six times over in the beat that passes between you. 

“i love you too, buck.” you mean to be a little sturdier in delivery, but the shakiness in your voice robs it of the effect. 

in fact, your response may as well be a starter gun for the way you lunge at each other. within seconds, you’re up on the counter with him slotted between your legs. when your lips finally connect, your fingers hook into his belt loops to anchor him close. something - anything to make sure he doesn’t leave again. 

the doubt of it all had been palpable; some delicate, breakable thing stamped ‘handle with care.’ every bruising kiss he presses to your lips is another piece shattered on the linoleum. 

when you reach forward to cradle his face, he turns cheek to palm and gifts a gentle kiss to your wrist. “can’t promise i won’t fuck up again.”

your throat bobs with a difficult swallow. 

“i know.” 

and you do know—but the care in his voice, the grounds for its presence and the promise it shoulders, is enough to postpone the coffee for now. 

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[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

The Jungle Unknown Part Six

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x reader

Warnings: Violence, cursing, fluff, nudity

Summary of the series: You are a close scientist friend of Bruce’s so when the team needs help from someone with her expertise, they call in the best, you! But what happens when you find the 2 people you’ve been looking for your whole life?

Previously:

That night you all cuddled together, nervous tension throughout the room, and tried to sleep, but it was few and far between. The next morning, you would all be working together and fighting for your lives…..

You woke up at your normal time, early for Bucky, who would have preferred to stay and cuddle but you all knew you couldn’t, you had a job to do. You grabbed your bags that were already packed and set them by the bedroom door. Then you all got dressed and headed out the room, bags in hand. You ate a filling breakfast, you would need the energy. The rest of the team had gotten up to say their goodbyes, most were half awake but still there none the less. Banner gave you a long hug, sadly knowing you might not make it back, you promised him you’d be safe. You all headed to the jet that would take you as close as you could get before you had to go on foot, with the time changes, you would get there just after sunrise, giving you the full day to hike.

The jet was on autopilot so you and the boys went through the plan one more time and just held each other. You all knew the danger this mission held, you wanted, needed, the touch of one another to help you calm, nerves were high but you all hoped for the best. You all got a few more hours of sleep in before you were notified you had arrived. The jet would be waiting there, hidden under an invisibility mode, waiting for you guys to get back. You all grabbed your bags and slung them onto your backs, then you guys headed into the jungle.

You guys spent the day hiking through the jungle, there were a few small road bumps, like the spider that jumped out and scared the shit out of Steve. Eventually it was time to set up camp for the night, you set up near a river so you could use it to clean off. You guys set up the tent, Bucky said he was going to find and get some firewood while Steve set up the rest of the camp, and you grabbed some water, and cleaned off in the river.

You were getting cleaned, and had your clothes off when you heard the super soldiers scream. You ran to them to see what was wrong, you ran so quickly you didn’t have time to grab or put on your clothes. There was a bear! You jumped into action. You grabbed a knife that you found and attacked the bear. After a few swings the bear ran off and your adrenaline calmed down enough to realize that your two soulmates were staring at you, mouths open. “Doll. That. Was,” Steve started, and Bucky finished, “so fuckin’ hot” you were now blushing like crazy and you made up an excuse and ran to grab your clothes. You came back with your clothes on, to the super soldiers’ dismay. You guys ate dinner and headed into the tent.

“God it’s cold.” Bucky complained, “didn’t you both get frozen for 70 some odd years?” You joked, and the guys just stuck their tongues out at your teasing. “I’m still cold,” Bucky grumbled, and Steve agreed that he felt the same. “Get in here then, I’ll help you ‘defrost’” you sighed and joked, opening up your sleeping bag, they wiggled in with you and you guys cuddled and kept warm.

The next morning went off without a hitch, but when you’d started hiking, it got tough. The weather was bad, and Mother Nature definitely wanted to kill you. Bucky almost got bit by a poisonous bug, but Steve saw it and killed it before it bit his soulmate. Steve proceeded to trip on a root an hour later and luckily you caught him before he landed face first into a spot of poison ivy.

Eventually you guys made it to the cave that held the rock with only a few scrapes and bruises. You made it there quicker than anticipated, I guess being with super soldiers, you have to stop less and it’s a smaller group, so you move quicker. Steve was about to take one step into the cave when you put your hand out across his chest to stop him, “wait, babe, I think there’s booby traps, I mean they wouldn’t just leave the stone unprotected or anything” Bucky was slightly confused by what you ment and wanted to clarify, “like in that movie you showed us, Indiana Jones, doll?” “Yeah like in that one, hold on,” you responded and took a nearby normal rock and threw it into the cave. It landed and a sharpened piece of wood, like a wooden spear, shot out and hit the wall, “yeah booby traps,” Steve scarily said. “Let’s try to not die!” “We won’t…..I think” you murmured the last part under your breath but then having their super hearing heard you. Bucky grasped your hand and gave it a squeeze. “We got this, I believe in you and I, Stevie, eh maybe” you three chuckle at Bucky trying to lighten the mood. You guys got this… yeah…… maybe….. not. Oh god, when you saw it, you knew you were doomed.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Girl's night; Amy'll cook . . . Ivy brings the wine. I see them setting down pillows and blankets in the Queen mansion living room, soft cotton pajamas and movies.

lol 'cook'.

Amelia'll whip up snacks. Ivy digs up the most indulgent bottle of family wine she can find. Our girls need a break. :P Whyyyyy am I imagining Ivy defrosting a cheesecake?

yesss I absolutely love that!!! and I could definitely see Ivy doing that — she's not a big fan of cheesecake but I feel like she's the type of person who would have one in her freezer "just in case" anything pops up last minute!

these girls absolutely deserve a break!

[moccahobi]

OMG! I AM JUST 3K AWAY FROM BREACHING 40K FOR DEFROSTING IVY!

... but at my current pace... it might take me another 3 months to finish writing it... small wins tho! Small wins! Breaching 40k will be awesome!

[kpop-zone]

Ivy League | Gowon

Genre: angst, fluff

Wordcount: 2,310

Abstract: The reader leaves for an university in the US and the relationship with Chaewon suffers because of it

A/N: Finally some Loona content on this blog :D

Chaewon had noticed that you had been behaving a little weird lately. But she simply thought that you had a lot of stress in college lately. She tried to be the support you needed and was completely blindsided by your confession. But she didn’t want you to feel guilty.

“Babe, stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong.”

Chaewon said and she meant it, but she still couldn’t choke down the tears that started to form in her eyes.

“I don’t have to take the offer though. One word and I’ll stay.”

You explained and Chaewon knew that you didn’t intend any harm with your proposition but letting her make the decision, was killing her. Of course, she wanted to be the loving partner you needed, telling you that you should take the opportunity. But on the other side, she was just a human. And sending away the person she loved most in life, was hard.

But she decided that love should always win against selfishness.

“Y/N, what are you talking about? Not everyone is offered to study at an ivy league university in the US. Of course, you should take the offer. There’s facetime and I can fly to you when I have a break. We can figure it out.”

Chaewon said as confidently as possible, although she wasn’t sure if your relationship could survive the distance. But she would rather see you happy with someone else but striving than by her side and wasting your potential.

You sighted in relief, wrapping your arms around her slender body and mumbling into her neck.

“You’re the best girlfriend ever.”

Chaewon chuckled in response, but in the back of her mind a thought started to form, wondering how long she would be able to call herself your girlfriend.

And Chaewon’s fear should be proven right. It had been seven months now since you had moved to the US and the last time Chaewon had talked to you was two weeks ago. In the beginning, the euphoria of wanting to make everything right, saved your relationship. You texted several times a day and you somehow figured out to facetime despite the time difference, even if it meant that Chaewon had to wake up at 3 am. But that was the past now. Eventually the calls were replaced by texts until your contact had died down completely.

Of course, Chaewon missed you, but she didn’t want to be annoying. You had found new friends that you had to entertain next to your studies that were a lot more difficult than they were in Korea. And Chaewon had enough obligations herself. Loona had just made their comeback and they had to run from one promotional event to the next. She needed all her energy and couldn’t just stay up all night, just because her girlfriend couldn’t bring up the empathy to meet her halfway.

It wasn’t only the geographical distance that grew. It felt like your hearts had drifted apart too. During the last time you talked on the phone, it seemed like two strangers were talking to each other. Your voice was tired, and Chaewon felt like she was just an annoying item on your agenda that had to be checked off before you could go back to your real life.

So she gave you space. Maybe you would come back to her after a while, when you started to miss her too. But apparently you didn’t, because after she had stopped making an effort, you didn’t talk at all. It broke her heart, but she couldn’t bring herself to let you go. She still loved you, even if you had stopped loving her.

So whenever her phone rang, she jumped slightly out of her chair, because she expected it to be your break up text. Chaewon didn’t sleep anymore and soon her fans started to worry. She wasn’t the bubbly Chaewon anymore that everyone knew. Instead, she stayed in the back, hardly interacting with anyone with a sad look on her face. She needed you to let her go, so she could let you go.

-

Everything came differently than you expected. You knew that it would be hard for you to be apart from your girlfriend, but you had never guessed just how hard. Your study program was killing you and after a long day of studying you didn’t want anything more than to lay on the couch with your girlfriend in your arms, hearing her complain about her crazy life in the dorm. But the fact that you couldn’t, took you all motivation from you to hang out with anyone else, causing you to slowly turn into a hermit.

You didn’t want Chaewon to worry though. You knew that she wanted you to be happy. It would be selfish to let her suffer from the distance for nothing. Therefore, you told her that everything was fine. You made her believe that you had found friends, enjoying your time abroad, so that she could enjoy her time with her group. You knew how exhausting a comeback could be, so you wanted her to spend her energy on her own worries not on yours.

But lying to Chaewon had always been hard for you. You could feel how the contact between the two of you had gotten less and less, because you didn’t want to be caught lying. You felt guilty but tried to calm your bad conscious by telling yourself that your girlfriend was better off when you withheld something from her than when you lied to her.

But not seeing and not talking to Chaewon was killing you even more, so you decided to fly out to Korea for your anniversary. You knew that both of you probably didn’t have the time for that, but you didn’t care. You needed to see your girlfriend again.

With your suitcase in one hand and a giant bouquet of flowers in your other, you rushed through the airport, more than excited to see your girlfriend again in less than an hour. You told the taxi driver to bring you to Blockberry Creative as quickly as possible and you hardly waited till the driver brought the car to a halt before you jumped out of it.

When you entered the company, people were staring at you because of the big bouquet but you didn’t even notice. It wasn’t until you saw one of Loona’s managers that you acknowledged the presence of other people around you.

“Hey, oppa! Are they recording something, or can I go in?”

You asked him with a grin on your face, but he looked at you with a puzzled expression.

“Y/N? What are you doing here? I thought the two of you broke up?”

You looked at him with your head tilted to the side. Broke up? Why did he think such a thing? Suddenly an uneasy feeling spread in your stomach and doubts replaced the happy thoughts in your head. Did Chaewon already replace you?

When the manager saw your worried expression, he realized his insensitive question and chuckled quickly.

“I’m just babbling nonsense, you know me. You can go in, I’m sure Chaewon will be happy to see you.”

He tried to cover up this awkward situation with a smile, but the moment was already ruined. Nervously you opened the door to the practice room, seeing the girls running around like the maniacs they were. Yerim was the first one to see you. Her facial expression developed from a bright smile in the first moment, to confusion in the next and to anxiously pointing out your presence to Hyejoo who glared at you after she had spotted you. Why was everyone acting so weird?

You let your eyes wander in the room and spotted your girlfriend in the opposite side of the room, being taught a really weird dance by Jiwoo, both not being aware that you had arrived. When you looked up again, you could see Hyejoo making her way over to you. You knew that she could look grumpy sometimes, but this time you were pretty sure that she was actually mad at you.

“What are you doing here?”

She asked you impolitely and you were taken aback by her tone.

“To surprise Chaewon?”

You answered clearly intimidated. Hyejoo was about so say something again, when you heard a loud gasp all of a sudden. Looking behind her, you could see Chaewon staring at you with wide eyes and her hand covering her mouth in surprise. Jiwoo was jumping up and down in excitement beside her and you decided to ignore Hyejoo’s question for now, walking towards your girlfriend with a big smile.

At first you felt very insecure, because Chaewon just kept staring at you, but when you had almost reached her, she suddenly defrosted, jumping into your arms while wrapping her legs around your body. Although you were struggling with the bouquet in your hand, you tried your best to hug her back, not being able to grasp yet that the time of waiting had finally ended.

In your pure joy, you hadn’t even noticed at first that Chaewon was almost crushing your torso, because she was clinging so hard to your body and after another moment, you realized that her body was shaking. You heard sniffling and were suddenly aware of the fact that your girlfriend was crying vehemently. Quickly you let the bouquet fall to the floor, stroking Chaewon’s back instead.

“Hey, it’s ok baby. I’m sorry.”

You tried to calm her down, a little overwhelmed by the whole situation. You had expected your girlfriend to shed maybe a few tears, but not to have a complete breakdown.

“I thought, I had lost you.”

You could hardly hear Chaewon’s words between her sobs, but they stung, nevertheless.

The manager, Hyejoo’s glaring and now your girlfriend’s words. This couldn’t all be a coincident and it dawned to you that your behavior of the past months had actually done more damage than anything else.

Slowly you let your girlfriend down again and you looked at her puffy eyes with guilt in yours.

“Jagi, I think we should talk.”

Realizing that those words sounded like you wanted to break up, your eyes went wide.

“I mean, I want to apologize and ask for your forgiveness because I have been an idiot.”

You added quickly and Chaewon’s initial shock in her face disappeared again.

Chaewon took your hand in hers, pulling you out of the room, because you both figured that 22 additional ears listening to your conversation were definitely a few too many.

Both of you sat down at a table in one of the rooms next door and sat in awkward silence for a while.

“Did you really think, I wanted to break up with you?”

You started the conversation, wanting to make sure that you didn’t miscommunicate again. Chaewon looked embarrassed at her hands but shifted her gaze to your eyes after you laid your hand on top of hers.

“You didn’t contact me anymore...”

She said silently and you could hear the hurt in her voice. Quickly you lifted her hand to your mouth, kissing the back of it apologetically.

“I’m so sorry. I thought I did you a favor.”

You tried to explain yourself, but Chaewon looked at you in confusion.

“I was really unhappy. And I knew that you would worry about me, but I didn’t want you to. So I didn’t tell you that I didn’t like my new life. But you know what a bad liar I am, so I had to ignore you in order to not get caught.”

As you said your words, you actually noticed how dumb they sounded, and you let go of Chaewon’s hand in shame.

But you could hear your girlfriend moving and soon you found her sitting on your lap with your faces only inches apart.

“You are an idiot, Y/N L/N. You know that?”

You nodded, letting your head fall against your girlfriend’s chest who immediately started to run her fingers through your hair.

“I am your girlfriend. I want to know all the stuff that is going on in your life. The good and the bad.”

You lifted your head again, looking at your girlfriend with puppy dog eyes who gave you a sweet smile before leaning down and capturing your lips with hers. You hummed into the kiss, almost having forgotten how perfect your girlfriend’s lips felt against yours.

“Do you promise me to talk to me in the future?”

Chaewon asked you once she had pulled away while still keeping your face in her hands.

“I promise. But we don’t have to suffer that long anymore.”

You answered with a wide grin and your girlfriend tilted her head to the side, not being able to understand what you were referring to.

“I’m coming back after the semester ends. I don’t like my life there and the university here is not even that bad.”

After hearing your words, Chaewon’s eyes started to sparkle and she quickly wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you closer.

“I know, I should probably tell you to overthink your decision. But please don’t. Just come back to me.”

She told you with a pleading look and you nodded.

Your faces were inching closer again, when the door was suddenly slammed open.

“Did you forgive her?”

Jungeun asked loudly while blindly storming into the room, only realizing your intimate moment when she was standing right in front of you.

“Oh.”

She said embarrassed, but then the other girls behind her stumbled into the room as well.

“You owe me a loaf of bread. I told you, they wouldn’t break up.”

Hyunjin smirked, making Jungeun roll her eyes.

You looked at Chaewon in your lap and couldn’t suppress a giggle. Who needed the ivy league if you already had the perfect life?

[8emmy]

(Not So) Sweet Home Velaris - Chapter 3 - To the sister who icy exterior is too hard to defrost

Sweet Home Alabama AU: AO3 lint to Chapter 1, Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 Song Choice

"Nesta?"

Her name hung in the air. Nesta, like most humans, had many regrets and right now, coming home was one of the worse choices she made. Maybe she should have been forthcoming with Thomas regarding the whole separated from my ex with a divorce pending instead of playing a mysterious lover with no back story to speak of. But she didn't, and now she's in her childhood home that doesn't look all the same with her sister who Nesta hasn't spoken to but has been receiving a weekly newsletter regarding the lives of her sisters through Elain's email account.

"Um... Hi Ellie." Nesta's voice was soft and raspy. She couldn't look at Elain's face; instead, she trained her eyes to Elain's hairline. It was as if the air only got thicker.

"Nesta?" Feyre's voice follows from behind Elain. Nesta's eyes follow the sound to see paint-stained overall-wearing Feyre step out from the kitchen to the living room. Feyre and Nesta have not been in the same place together since Feyre visited Nesta in the city to beg her to come back home. It was a horrible fight that ended up being a catalyst for more to come in the future. The two sisters were so in like with there mother with how stubborn and strong-willed they were that even as kids, they fought more than they got along.

"Hi, Feyre."

"When did you get in? I didn't hear a knock." Feyre walked over, standing next to a gaping Elain who didn't know if she should hug Nesta or wait to see if she wasn't a hologram.

"No one in this Cauldron damned place locks there doors," Nesta replies.

"Who needs to lock doors when you know where the low lives are, and what they're interested in is not you," Feyre replied.

"Crime still happens."

"Not here."

"That's what everyone that gets robbed says."

"Not true."

"How would you know."

"I have said that plenty of times and have not," Feyre knocks on the wood crowning that framed the archway, "been robbed."

Nesta also knocks on the archway, "Let's hope that it doesn't."

The reunion was watched by the sisters' friends from the kitchen. It was odd to see how Nesta acted when she felt that she had nothing to worry about. Cassian was still in the kitchen. He stuck his head in the cold refrigerator looking for a beer. He grabs one from the very back and opens it with the corner of the granite countertop.

"Look at our city slicker sister, Ellie. All dressed up and not on a Sunday," Feyre says, using one of their mom's old sayings. Their mother used to say "all dressed up and not on a Sunday" to their father when he came back from the paper mill in all his overall glory.

"I had a coffee date with a client before my flight," Nesta says, straightening out her dress. She felt, once again, overly dressed up. Both her sisters had their hair pulled up in ponytails. Elain's legs were covered in dirt patches, most likely from weeding on this fine afternoon.

Feyre hummed before noticing Nesta's weekender bag slung over her shoulder. "Decided to crash at home instead of a fancy hotel?" Feyre crossed her arms.

"There are no rooms available. I called every hotel in the Steppes."

"And you think you can surprise us and expect a bed?" Feyre's left eyebrow raises.

Elain pipes up, "You can have my room. It's no problem at all." Elain goes to take Nesta's weekender bag, but Feyre stops her by putting her arm out.

"Ellie," Feyre was trying to convey that Elain should take a step back and let her sister's talk.

"Feyre," Elain raises her voice, "I have offered my room." Elain pushes Feyre's arm out of the way and takes Nesta's bag. She makes her way up the stairs motioning Nesta to follow her.

"When you're done up there, we need to talk," Feyre says before turning to stalk over to her friends.

Nesta doesn't watch Feyre walk over to her friends; she didn't even look at them to begin with. Instead, she followed her sister up the stairs that were no longer carpeted to the second floor. The upstairs got a smaller facelift compared to the living room. The carpet was also removed, showing old oak floors. Upstairs were only three bedrooms and a shared full bath. Nesta's old room faced the road, Feyre's toward the woods on the left and Elain's faced the backyard so she could look over her garden.

Elain walked over to her door. Bright pink butterflies of all different sizes adorned the door as well as a glittery "E" that branded her room since she was six. Elain opened the door and placed Nesta's bag down next to the dresser. Nesta stood by the door frame, looking into a more mature version of Elain's childhood room. Her bed was pushed by the window that overlooked her beloved garden with sheer muslin curtains to let in light. Next to her bed was a narrow bedside table that held a pile of books on botany. An ivy plant stood on her vanity; its veins long were guided up the wall to her window.

"It looks like a forest in here," Nesta says, looking at all the houseplants Elain hoarded. Air plants hung down from the ceiling along with succulents that took every surface left.

"Feyre said that I could only have ten. I was able to split up a couple, so I have almost twenty plants in here. Isn't it just lovely?" Elain asks, touching a plant as she gave Nesta the grand tour of her small room. She pointed out every plant telling Nesta not only the Latin name but also the pet names she gave them.

"I would have offered you your old room, but Feyre had made it into her studio." Elain grasps her elbow behind her back.

"Better than a home gym, at least it gets used," Nesta says. A part of her was sad to know that her old room was gone. That Feyre painted over Nesta's former space. But she knew that to be foolish as she didn't live here anymore and who would expect to have an untouched time capsule to come back home to when she planned never to come back.

"How did you like my newsletters?" Elain asks, taking a seat on a bean bag that lay beside her bed.

"It was very informative. How did you get my work email?" Nesta asks, taking a seat on the bed.

Elain looks up at her sister with a broad grin, "the great thing about the internet is that you kind find all sorts of information. All I had to do was find your LinkedIn to find out where you worked. From there, I went to the firm's website and searched your name and downloaded the v-card that kindly gave me not only your email but your assistants as well. Becky is really nice. She deserves a raise."

"I don't give raises that's human resources. And you have been in contact with Becky?" Nesta asks. Becky was an older legal assistant that was quiet and very much to herself. She was reliant and easy to work with. Nesta liked her, but now not so much knowing that she has been emailing her sister.

"Well, you don't answer my emails. Becky, just lets me know if your alive or not."

Nesta hums.

"Don't worry about Feyre," Elain says patting her sister's knee, "She's still a bit mad about the whole Cassian fiasco. But she is very happy to see you."

"Thanks, El. I am not too concerned. I understand that Feyre doesn't like my life choices, but they're mine, not hers."

"I think she feels like you not only threw away Cassian but also her. You caught off all contact with everyone. You sort of punished all of us." Elain's voice strains trying to hide her sadness.

"I am sorry. I just wanted to concentrate on my studies," Nesta tells her sister. ______/p>

Feyre takes Cassian's beer, taking a long swig before giving it back. "Happy to share, Fey," Cassian sarcastically says, putting down the beer on the counter.

"My sister's shows out of the blue," Feyre turned her attention to her boyfriend Rhys, who followed her to the kitchen table, "Didn't call, didn't text, she just showed up because there was nowhere else to go. We were her last choice, ha." Feyre places her head in her hands. Rhys rubs her shoulders, but Feyre shrugs him off.

"She spent almost five years with no contact, not a text, and she shows up out of the blue in my house wanting a bed?" Feyre huffs.

Cassian rubs at his neck. He knew this was partly his fault. If he signed the divorce papers, Nesta wouldn't be here. She would be with her fiance living it up in the big city. She wouldn't be small town Nesta that would sneak out of the house for a quick joy ride around town in the wee hours of the morning. Not the small town Nes that would grab lunch with him during the workweek. Not his Sweetheart. He was selfish. He knew this. And he was very hardheaded, but this was for love. This was his last chance to show her... what? What could he possibly have that would make her remember that she loved him and only him? He picked up his beer and took a sip.

"Cassian, why is she here?" Feyre looks over at him expectantly.

Cassian shrugged his shoulders, "Your guess is good as mine," he lies through straight teeth. Rhys looked at him with raised eyebrows. Cassian glares at him, daring him if Rhys wanted another rematch of kitchen wrestling. Rhys looks back down at his girlfriend.

"This doesn't make any sense. Why would Nesta come back?" She looked helplessly at Rhys.

"The hell we know," Armen takes her seat in front of Feyre. "Nesta does as Nesta pleases."

"That she does," Mor confirms taking Cassian's beer and finishing it, "thanks."

"No problem, I love only having two sips of my beer..." Cassian huffs, taking the empty bottle and putting it into the recycling bin next to the back door.

_____________

Elain helped Nesta unload her bag. Inside held another work dress, a pair of nice jeans, a green blouse and a pair of white tennis shoes along with her other necessities. Elian grabbed a couple of hangers from her closet, insisting on helping hang the clothes.

"That's everything?" Elain asks, surprised to see so little.

"It was supposed to be a short visit," Nesta explains.

"Why are you here?"

"Cassian hasn't signed the divorce papers," Nesta sighs, watching Elain raise her eyebrows.

"Your divorcing Cassian?"

"We haven't been together for almost seven years. I have made a home in Orilon. A long-distance marriage defeats the idea of getting married in the first place," Nesta explains, watching Elain move from the closet over to the bean bag where she flops down.

"I mean, I understand that... It's just that you and Cassian were supposed to be together forever, raise a family-"

"Look how well that went, Ellie." Nesta didn't intend to be so harsh, but Elain hit a wrong spot.

"I'm sorry," Elain apologizes.

"I know. I just don't want to talk about that right now." Nesta instead steers the conversation over Elain's garden and her new job as a florist. Elain animatedly described what she was growing and how she organized her planters. Nesta let her talk.

After a while, Elain gets up and stretches her hands out for Nesta to grasp. Nesta took hold of her sister's hands and was pulled up from the bed. "We should really get some food in you. You're getting so thin," Elain says, pushing Nesta out of her room.

The two sisters made there was down the stairs holding hands. Elain walks with purpose as they enter into a quiet kitchen. Feyre looked like she was holding court with Rhys beside her. Mor leaned against the table, looking down at Armen, who had a newspaper open to the crossword. Azriel was coming from the backyard wearing an apron and holding a plate of burgers. And Cassian was facing the sink.

"Hi Azriel," Nesta greets.

Az waves his hand in greeting, "Nice to see you, Nesta."

"Armen, Mor," she acknowledges. She removes her hand from Elain's grasp and wraps her arms instead around her waist.

"Nesta, you are looking lovely today," Mor smiles, "loving the dress." Leave it to Mor to still give a compliment to a person she hasn't seen in years.

"Thanks."

"What did the cat drag in?" Armen says, her eyes staring directly at Nesta before going back to the crossword puzzle, "It's a five-letter word, think people."

"Nesta," Nesta provides.

"Thanks." Armen to her pencil next to her wine glass and starts to write down a word that was most defiantly, not Nesta.

"Look, Feyre. I came here for a reason-"

Cassian once again jumps in, "to help me look over contracts."

"No, to get my divorce finalized." Nesta glares at Cassian, who shrinks away once all eyes were back on him.

Feyre looks mildly shocked. "Cassian, I thought you didn't know why Nesta was here? And also, I thought you dealt with the divorce. Rhys said you signed the papers ages ago."

Cassian rubs the back of his neck, "About that..."

"He has been putting me through hell, that's what he's been doing." Nesta huffs, "I was supposed to be here only for a few hours to persuade this barbarian to sign the dotted lines, but he has refused to do so again."

"Varian isn't here," Cassian tries to explain. Feyre looks at him knowing full well that it wasn't Varian that was keeping him signing. To think of it, not a single soul besides Nesta knew that Cassian was using an empty excuse.

"Nothing has changed in the last two years."

"Okay," Feyre cuts into the conversation, "So, you came here for a day trip because of Cassian being Cassian and were never going to let me or Elain know that you were in town?"

"Well, yes..." Nesta says before adding in, "and no. I was sure you guys would be busy, and I had no time in between me coming here and leaving as I made this excuse that I was at an overnight conference. And know I have to call... I need to call work and let them know that I will be extending my days off." Nesta concluded, not saying that she needed to actually call Tomas.

Feyre looks at as if trying to dissect the truth from Nesta's eyes. Rhys looks at Nesta, and then to her ringless finger, his eyebrows shot up. "Where's your ring, Nesta?"

Nesta glared at him, cursing him out in her head. "What ring?" Feyre and Elain ask.

Putting her hand in her dress pocket, she takes out the engagement ring and slips it on. Their friends all look at Cassian that was gulping down a freshly opened beer. All of them looked sad for him on his behalf. And he hated it.

"I didn't want to through to many shockers at you in one day," Nesta explains, twisting the diamond ring around her finger. Elain picked up Nesta's hand and looked at the diamond. It was bigger than her first engagement ring but was still simple in design.

"It's very pretty," Elain reassures Nesta. Nesta gave her an uneasy quip of her lips.

"Who are you engaged to?" Feyre asks, not moving but was staring at the ring.

"Tomas Mandray, I met him at university. He's a real estate agent." Nesta supplies.

"Nesta Mandray doesn't sound right," Armen says, dropping her newspaper in expect the lovely piece of jewelry. Armen loved jewellery. Her inspection was more similar to Claire's. Armen to Nesta's hand up to the light and began to look at the shimmering diamond. "But very nice, simple, but very nice." She says about the ring. She looks over to Cassian, who was now busing himself with prepping the burgers. Az watched Armen carefully. "It seems," she says directly at Cassian's back, "that Tomas knows how to keep a woman." Cassian's back stiffens, but he continued to grab ingredients.

Mor looks at Nesta, "that's very nice. When's the wedding?"

Nesta could lie, but with Rhys's big mouth, there was no hope in getting away from the truth. "Four weeks from now. That's why I came here personally to get Cassian to sign."

"And where are our invites?" Feyre asks, "Did you think we would busy to attend out eldest's sister's nuptials?"

"It's going to be a very small wedding, and it's so expensive the city."

"Of course," was all Feyre replies. The air was thick, and Nesta was, once again, regretting her life choices.

[mostweakhamlets]

In winter's Crowley likes to wander through the garden. The plants can't survive the first frost if they even last that long. There's something calming and contemplative about the frost covered ivy and he likes to run his fingers along it. Aziraphale will come out and meet him, draping another blanket over his arms, reminding him to put shoes on next time before offering him an arm and gently guiding him back inside.

He wraps Crowley up in front of the fireplace they suddenly have. He makes him hot tea and begins to defrost his demon.

Aziraphale lightly scolds Crowley for being out when he's already suffering from the cold, but he still kisses him on the forehead and calls him a "silly demon."

[70swonderpoisonstark]

Poison. ( I )

Villain’s are people too, are they not? (Y/N) is taking the “home grown” terror title a little too seriously. You’re really really bad, until you meet a certain super soldier who makes you consider a career change. It’s a lengthy process, but you’re willing if it’s for the right reasons. Maybe you’re not so bad after all? 

//basically poison ivy and a little bit of bane but with marvel characters?? I'd be original but I love her and them so much so sorry. also some changes, idk I'm making them my own but completely based of the DC characters SNS. Nickname Ivy, real name, yours duh!//

***this is my first attempt at fanfic so any feedback is welcome! I love all these characters dearly so, here goes nothing! Hope you enjoy***

A/N: Violence, language, crime. I’ll update these as the chapters come out

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"The target goes by Green. Keep your eyes open, he's known for causing mass chaos surrounding the area of interest."

"Got it, Nat." Steve looked at his left, nodding at his friend, they'd been tracking 'Green' down for months. You had to hand it to the bastard, he was good. No matter where he was, what he did, how much he stole or how many people he killed. They never found him, couldn't even connect the same man to any of the crimes. Nothing, he was almost as elusive as the Winter Soldier. Whether it was hiding in plain sight, or moving in the shadows, this particular villain was intense.

Bucky scanned the room for anything that looked suspicious, hesitant movements, shaky voices, eye contact that lingered for a second too long. Every man in the luxury club looked confident, and you could tell nobody thought the two super soldiers looked out of place in their suits and leather shoes. The boys sipped on their single malt scotch, glancing over their shoulders occasionally.

"Anything on your end?" Steve whispered into his drink.

"Still nothing." Falcon's eye's ran across the crimson screens, was their intel wrong? These scenes were never this quiet, especially for this long. "Wait, what about the big guy? Your 3 o'clock.

Bucky slowly turned his head, locating the person Sam had mentioned, he pretended to to laugh a joke Steve hadn't made as he checked the man in question. He was tall, extremely handsome, and big. Not in a too many cheeseburgers big either, big as in a hasn't stopped weight lifting since birth way.

"He's wearing a huge emerald ring, could be him. No other signs, anything on facial recognition?"

"Hiya boys, drinkin something strong?" A redhead with curves like a country road slid up between the two of them, cancelling the response by Sam, and catching Steve completely off guard. "You okay there, love? I didn't mean to scare ya. Just thought you two looked a little lonesome." You motioned to your surroundings with your elegant hands, twirling alongside your silk gown. "This place is so cliquey, hard to fit in unless you're a blonde with a nice rack." Steve hung on to your every word, life went in slow motion as you talked, his blood boiled as you touched his shoulder to get to the bar, talking casually as you order a double something with some type of juice.

"Earth to Steve, hello? Steve, it's just a woman, focus on the target." But Steve couldn't, something about you was mesmerizing, as if your touch alone could heal 70 years worth of pain. He held on to the conversation, saying anything he thought would prolong it.

"Y-You're not blonde." He sputtered out, he could see Bucky physically cringe at his words. How could he care, the most breathtaking woman he'd ever seen was actually paying attention to him, and with no idea who he really was.

"You're a sharp one," your giggle made Steve feel like he was floating. He looked across at his friend, who after teasing him about his word vomit, was just as entranced as he was. Actually, now that he's paying attention, the whole place was fascinated with you. "If only all the men here were as charming as you." You placed your elbows on the bar, leaning back to get a good look of the scene in front of you.

Bucky couldn't believe his eyes, the green silk was almost reflective under the luminescent lights of the club, the fabric hanging loosely off your curves, highlighting every tantalizing contour. If he didn't have years of self control under his belt, he'd had reached out and touched you to make sure you were real. You blew out a deep sigh, causing Bucky to smell roses and divert any lingering attention back on this wonder of a woman.

"What were the names of you two boys again?" Her voice drawing them nearer like the song of a siren, they answered without hesitation. "Oh, James and Steve? Classic names for classy men." A quick wink was all it took for the super soldiers to melt at your feet. "And, what do you want more than anything right now?" You sung.

"You." They both said in unison, forgetting the other was there.

"Well, I can't give myself to you both. That just wouldn't be right, hm?" A slow nod no from each man. "Hmm, Captain America. America's golden boy WOULD, be fun to rot." You ran your delicate hand across his strong chin, your touch warm and inviting. "However," You made a quick turn towards Bucky, making him take an extra swig of liquor. "Dark and twisty Romanian seems to know how to really use his hands," You glided behind him, draping your arms over his shoulders, leaning into his ear and whispered, "I've seen the knife work honey, nobody has hands like THAT anymore." You popped back up and spoke to where Steve could now listen in, "Then again, I be the serum DID have its effects on Private Rogers too." The childish giggle that escaped your lips made their hearts beat faster and stronger, adrenaline pumping throughout their systems as they awaited another word from a seemingly flawless stranger. "I think it would be to difficult for me to chose on my own," A slight pause that lasted only seconds but continued for what felt like hours. "so I won't. I'm sure you strong, sensible men can find a civilized way to sort this out. Until then," You began to turn around, your hair flowing seamlessly around your shoulders and your eyes glinting in the strobes. "I'll be waiting for one of you, over here." You beamed at them, how could somebody so innocent be so intoxicating at the same time? Steve stared at Bucky, and Bucky at Steve, desire and lust driving them mad they puffed their chest up, and stood.

"She wasn't that into you Steve, just sit this one out, like old times yeah?" Bucky knew you wanted him, he could feel it in his core, Steve didn't stand a chance.

"I think you need to sit down and try to remember what actually just happened, Buck. She talked to me the whole time YOU were just in the background. You've lost some of your charm, I'm sure you'll get the next one." Steve flashed his million dollar smile, clamped a hand on Bucky's shoulder and began to stride over to his girl when Bucky's hand wrapped around his elbow.

"I've lost my charm? That's what you think? You sit there drooling like a damn dog and I'M the one who's lost it?" Bucky couldn't help but be angry, you were a beautiful dame, and Steve had enough of those to go around, now the one time a lady was actually interested in him HE had to have her? There wasn't a way in hell where Bucky was going to allow that.

"Yes Bucky, I think a bit of your charm must have melted after they defrosted you for the sixth time. Now get lost while the functioning adults talk, would ya?" FUNCTIONING?! BUCKY WAS FUNCTIONING JUST FINE- OH- RED. red. All Bucky could see was red as the next few moments unfolded. He leapt for Steve, knocking him down with the unplanned blow, tackling him on the hardwood floor. Steve knew an attack when he saw him and immediately fought back.

"You don't think I'm functioning?! I'll show you a functioning can of whoop ass you fucking science experiment!" Bucky yelled in between grunts and punches. The two of them were so evenly matched it was hard to tell if either was really doing any damage. Punches were landing, blood was showing, Bucky had gotten Steve in the gut and the face a number of times, however Steve landed a lucky blow to the back of Bucky's knee, causing him to collapse in a kneeling position. Even then the fighting still went on, Steve's nose was most definitely broken, along with a couple of Bucky's ribs. Physical contact was no longer doing enough for the men to express their anger, Bucky grabbed a whiskey bottle from behind the bar and crushed it across Steve's face, shattering the glass, slicing open his cheek, and almost knocking out America's most famous patriot.

"Oh you're going to pay for that one, James." As if Bucky gave a shit, Steve using his first name was usually cause for Bucky to be worried something was wrong, but now, a total KO was all Bucky had on his mind. The two continued to forcefully lay their hands on each other. Finally, the other had let their guard down just enough to see their girl of the evening, Steve and Bucky both wound up for the perfect sucker punch, just one hit till they both got the girl of their dreams and WHAM. Both of them made contact with the others cheek, and simultaneously collapse on the ground, the last thing either of them seeing, was a giant bag of cash, and the entire club in chaos.

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If with dark skin, one might not want to have cryotherapy, it will eliminate the melanocytes around the cured location, making the skin in the location lighter. • Minor pain throughout the treatment-- Just like the majority of lesion treatments, you'll really feel some mild discomfort while CryoPen is being applied.

This has the result of taking shape the components of the cells, resulting in the damage of the skin sore. Duration of therapy relies on the dimension as well as nature of the change, but normally each adjustment takes just a few secs.

CryoPen therapies are available at both our Kensington and Wimbledon clinics. To find out exactly how we can get rid of undesirable skin sores, warts, moles and sun/age/liver areas why not organize an assessment with among our skin care professionals. The duration of the therapy time will rely on the area and the density of the tissue being dealt with. Upon the medical analysis of the deepness of the location, our skin specialists will select an application time from 5 to 30 secs. Cosmetic procedures such as skin tags, milia as well as cherry angiomas are no more being treated by many physicians on the NHS. With the CryoPen ™ you can now have these therapies at The Ivy Clinic.

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If you are concerned regarding a lesion, or it has actually altered by any means recently, please talk with your GP as an initial port of call. Sores and blisters-- Seldom, the skin where the lesion was dealt with, generally becomes aching, red, sentimental and raw. This is common where deep cold is used and also might trigger discomfort quickly after the treatment. The expert might advise topical or dental pain reliever to eliminate pain if called for.

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We are only able to treat benign sores as well as it is crucial that a correct medical diagnosis is made prior to any treatment is taken on. If we are concerned that a sore looks questionable, we will certainly ask you to look for authorization from your GP before waging the treatment. CryoPen ™ is a sophisticated cryotherapy advancement that is a fast, effective, secure and also new solution for removal of skin imperfections.

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The "freeze-thaw-freeze" technique is commonly made use of when the modification is iced up, it can be thawed for a few secs and after that put on the 2nd therapy. CryoPen is a sophisticated cryotherapy innovation that is a quickly, effective, safe as well as new option to get rid of skin flaws such as skin pens, skin pigmentation and age places.

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The therapy is usually well tolerated and only causes minimal discomfort. The feeling resembles that of a painful nettle on the skin when the laughing gas reaches all-time low of the sore, but this just lasts temporarily. There is periodically some residual stinging after therapy which might last for a couple of minutes. The area might end up being red and aching - and also sometimes a scab or sore can develop.

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CryoPen treats benign skin sores on the surface of the skin. Outcomes are normally observable within1 to 6 weeks of therapy. • Mild pain during the treatment - Just like many lesion treatments, you'll really feel some slight discomfort while CryoPen is being used. Scientific information shows that the results are long-term after one or two treatments. software program of skin sores may return in other places if you are prone to such manifestations.

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Swelling - Swelling can take place within 24 hours of the treatment, this is most common when lesions around the eyes, forehead as well as holy places have been treated. The swelling will certainly settle naturally over the next couple of weeks, and might be even worse in the morning.

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There is virtually no pain involved with ThermiVa. In fact, most patients say it feels like a warm massage. There are other feminine rejuvenation treatments on the market. Those treatments use a more aggressive ablative laser and are said to be uncomfortable to the point of being painful and often require downtime.

A slow freeze offers the cells time to self-protect themselves, therefore taking a long time to ruin the lesion, if at all. To start with, it is vital that right diagnosis of a lesion is carried out prior to treatment due to the fact that some lesions can be connected to cancer cells and it is fairly very easy to confuse these with common, benign lesions. So, the professional suggestions of a medical professional or skin doctor is needed as CryoPen can not be utilized to treat malignant lesions.

What is Mona Lisa touch treatment?

The MonaLisa Touch is a carbon dioxide laser specifically designed to treat vaginal tissue. Similar to laser facial treatments, the procedure uses lasers to make micro-abrasions or tiny scratches in the vaginal wall, which stimulate growth of new blood vessels.

A higher level of pain can be experienced following treatment if a much deeper freeze is needed. The therapy contrasts very positively with standard Cryotherapy, which can commonly be a lot more excruciating.

Any regular monthly facial therapies not taken throughout the month will certainly be forfeited.

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The face, neck and décolletage begin to lose tone as well as flexibility and also you typically observe your skin becoming looser or start to droop.

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Need to you want to cancel your subscription prior to completion of your 12-month arrangement, all treatments, cup treatments as well as skin care received will become chargeable at the full cost.

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Cosmetic procedures such as skin tags, millia and cherry angiomas are no longer being dealt with by lots of doctors on the NHS. With the CryoPen ™ you can currently have these therapies at Moyal Therapies. The most frequently seen direct cryosurgical approach is spraying liquid nitrogen directly onto the skin lesion. However, the sprayer creates divergent jets, covering the skin sore yet additionally the surrounding cells. This collateral damage not only create pain, however also restricts its application to big lesion.It is essential to shop and transport it in unique flasks for safety measures. Yes, yet warns concerning skin type and area be taken into consideration prior to picking freeze times. People with high degrees of cryoglobulins need to be treated with caution.

[moccahobi]

@sailoryooons​ showed me this awesome map making site! So... get ready for many maps for Defrosting Ivy as I post. 👀👀👀