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lunatens · 4 years

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felix felicis (iii)

word count: 3.0k

part iii/iv

genre: fluff, harry potter au

pairing: hufflepuff!felix x ravenclaw!reader

a/n: it’s been uhhhhhhhhhhhhh over a year since i last update this whoOPS i am so sorry to keep you all waiting. thank you to everyone who patiently waited, and to everyone who’s new, i hope you like it!! there will be one more part to this series (that i will try my best to write in less than a year lol) (also for obvious reasons w**jin will no longer be a part of this fic)

the day of the gryffindor vs ravenclaw quidditch match has your stomach in knots, not about the game itself (you really couldn’t care less about the results) but about the boy you’re going to be spending the next couple hours with.

“okay y/n, first things first: that tiny ball is the golden snitch, and-”

“felix, i’m not stupid,”

“right, yeah, sorry i’m just uhh..excited is all,’ he says shyly. you watch as the two teams whizz around the pitch, trying to keep track of all the different balls and players as felix rambles on about the rules to you. despite chan, changbin and jisung being your closest friends, you’ve never actually come out to watch them play before, always finding an excuse to stay indoors instead of sitting miserable and alone on an uncomfortable bench in typically less-than-pleasant weather.

“wow y/n, your friends are actually really, really good quidditch players.” felix comments with a look of mild surprise. “too bad they’re not hufflepuffs!”

“actually, at your last game they were telling me they wish you were in gryffindor, so i guess you’re not too bad yourself,” you comment with a small smile, and you have to stifle a laugh as felix’s face turns bright red. you hate to admit it, but felix is really, really cute--especially bundled up in his yellow hat and scarf, his hair sticking out and gently waving in the breeze whenever someone flies by on broomstick.

you watch the game in silence for a moment, still trying to find the appeal for the sport. the game’s been going for a while now, with neither team having found the snitch yet, although gryffindor’s leading in points. jisung zooms around the far end of the pitch, expertly evading the ravenclaw beaters’ attacks and catching the quaffle with a flourish. it doesn’t take long before he’s put the quaffle through one of the ravenclaw goalposts, and the gryffindor crowd roars in excitement. jisung does a lap of the pitch, posing ridiculously and waving to the crowd to get them even more riled up. you hear felix squeal in excitement beside you, and turn to look at him with curiosity.

“that’s just the best feeling ever, flying through the air and just having fun like that. it’s so freeing,” he says with a contented sigh. you furrow your brows and turn back to look at jisung, who’s now rejoined his team as the game continues.

“really? i mean, it doesn’t seem that great. it looks so cold and windy, and what if you fall? yeah, no thanks i’d rather stick to the ground,” you state. it’s not like you want to offend felix or anything, but you just really don’t get the hype about flying.

“what?? you don’t like flying y/n?? but it’s so epic!” felix says in disbelief, and you shake your head in response.

“the only time i’ve ever ridden a broomstick is way back in first year, when we had to learn the basics, and i’ve got no interest in trying again.”

“i’ve never met someone so opposed to flying,”

“well, that’s what happens when you fall off and break your wrist and can’t take proper notes for weeks,” you say, wrinkling your nose at the memory. “see unlike you, i’m not gifted with good luck.”

felix looks at you blankly for a moment, thinking to himself, before a wide grin creeps onto his face.

“no.”

“i haven’t even said anything yet!!”

“ok but i know what you’re thinking and i am NOT riding a broomstick, felix!”

“oh come on y/n, live a little!! it’ll be so much fun! what, are you afraid of heights?” felix asks teasingly. you shoot him a glare in response.

“yes!! besides, i don’t even own a broomstick.”

“yeah i kinda figured, so we can just use mine! i’m sure we’ll both fit, it might be a bit squishy though…” felix trails off in his own thoughts, and you choke on your own spit. you turn to look at the pitch, trying to focus on the game rather than thoughts of being pressed up against felix and holding onto him for dear life, breathing in the scent of h-

“eh, i think it’ll work fine. so it’s settled, after the game i’m taking you for a ride.” felix says definitively, interrupting your thoughts (good timing too, your brain was entering dangerous territory).

“i dunno, felix…. it really doesn’t sound safe, i mean two people on a broomstick? i don’t care how lucky you are, i’m not taking any chances.”

“y/n, i promise nothing bad will happen. we won’t even go that high, and we can take it slow. trust me, it’ll be okay,” felix says, tentatively placing a hand over yours and looking into your eyes. you’re silent for a moment; has felix ever been this sincere in his life? you let out a sigh of defeat.

“i better not regret this.” you mumble, and felix squeals in excitement. your heart flutters a bit when he grabs onto your upper arm enthusiastically

“you won’t, y/n!! it’ll be so much fun, i can’t wait. it’s gonna change your life for the better,” felix says confidently, and although you roll your eyes at him, you can’t help but smile giddily to yourself.

***

the game ends in an overwhelming victory for gryffindor, and you and felix dodge red and gold banners and streamers on your way out of the pitch past ecstatic gryffindors and gloomy ravenclaws. you finally make it out, your stomach filling with dread as you remember what’s happening now.

“i’ll be right back y/n, i’m just gonna go grab my broomstick from the locker room!” felix says excitedly, before rushing off into the depths of the pitch structure. you stand awkwardly by yourself, shoving your hands into your pockets for warmth. your breath escapes your lips in visibles plumes, the air growing colder as the sun begins to sink lower into the sky. one of your professors walks by, reminding you to return to the castle, and you nod, telling them you’re just waiting for a friend. it’s not a complete lie, right? you think to yourself. the adrenaline from not only your upcoming flight, but also breaking the rules again (and for felix, of all people) fills your body with jitters.

as you wait for felix for what seems like forever, your mind starts to wander. watching the game with him today was...surprisingly fun? and my goodness, the way his eyes sparkled or his voice got squeaky when someone made an awesome play was maybe the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. not to mention his freckled cheeks, rosy from the biting cold, or his tiny hands that flailed excitedly when talking about strategies. was chan right after all? do you have feelings for felix? no, that’s absurd. you’re just excited to have made a new friend is all...haha...right?

you don’t get the chance to think more about it before someone pounces on you from behind.

“Y/N!!! YOU CAME!!!!” jisung’s loud voice rings in your ear.

“ew get off me, you’re all sweaty,” you say with a grimace as you shove the excited boy off your shoulders. “but good job guys, you did great! who knew you were actually good at quidditch huh,” you tease, and chan gives you a playful nudge.

“i saw you with a certain hufflepuff boy in the stands,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows, and you slap him on the arm.

“ok he practically forced me to go, it was the only way to stop his stupid begging and whining,” you argue, and your three gryffindor friends nod their heads in clear disbelief.

“sure y/n, keep telling yourself that.” chan says, giving you a pat on the head which you swat away.

“sorry that took so long, i-” felix’s out-of-breath voice stops mid sentence when he spies you with the other boys. “oh uh, hi,” he says shyly, clearly not expecting their presence. your friends grin knowingly and changbin and jisung start to whisper to each other. chan puts on a friendly smile and greets felix back, reaching out to shake his hand.

“thanks for coming out even though your house wasn’t playing,” he says, and felix seems to warm up to chan a bit.

“i’d never turn down a chance to watch a good quidditch match! you guys are amazing,” he babbles, and you giggle at his enthusiasm, glad to see him and chan connecting.

“you’re not so bad yourself dude. too bad we’ll have to crush you in a few weeks,” chan teases, and all the boys laugh.

“i’m impressed you were able to drag this one out, we’ve been trying to get them to come to our games for years,” changbin groans, gesturing to you. felix shrugs in response.

“i mean it wasn’t too hard, just a small bribe of some chocolate frogs and here we are,” felix says, and you feel three pairs of eyes burning into your soul. you can practically feel the smirks on their faces, and you can already hear the teasing you’ll experience later.

“well anyways, we’re gonna hit up the great hall for some snacks on our way back, you coming? you’re welcome to join us, felix,” jisung invites.

“um actually...felixistakingmeforarideonhisbroomstick,” you splutter out, and you hear jisung make a strange noise of disbelief at what he just heard.

“sorry, what?” chan asks, and the grin on his face tells you he knows exactly what you just said. you let out an annoyed huff and repeat yourself.

“felix is taking me for a ride on his broomstick, and we better get going before it gets too late.” you say in defeat and embarrassment, reaching to grab a confused felix’s hand so you can get away from your friends before they have the chance to say anything about it. jisung opens his mouth to make what you assume is a raunchy joke about riding broomsticks, but a death glare from you shuts him up.

“okay, have fun! but not too much fun,” chan says with a wink before quickly ushering a protesting jisung and changbin back towards the castle. you’re grateful for the falling darkness, because you can feel how bright your cheeks are burning right now.

“i’m so sorry about them,” you apologize, and felix laughs it off.

“they seem fun,” he says, then tugs on your hand gently. “follow me, i know the best place to go where we won’t get caught. trust me, i sneak out all the time with hyunjin and minho and we’ve never seen a soul.” you nod nervously as you follow felix’s lead, praying that you won’t regret this.

after a bit of walking and some light conversation, you arrive at a small clearing near the edge of the lake.

“this is SO against the rules,” you mutter to yourself as you step over some large roots. felix gets to a spot where the sky above is clear (and growing darker by the minute), and there’s lots of room around you. he straddles the broomstick and motions for you to join him. as you make your way behind him, you can’t help but wonder if you're more nervous about flying or about the prolonged close contact with felix. there are so many layers of clothing between us, you tell yourself, it’s fine. you place your arms loosely around felix’s waist, nervous to get any closer.

“we’re gonna start off just hovering, okay? we’ll take it slow, it’ll be alright. you can tell me if you want to stop, but i really think it’ll be fine, trust me,” he says to comfort you, and you nod. felix kicks off the ground, and you gasp as you feel your feet dangling in the air. instinctively, your arms squeeze tightly around felix, and you press yourself as close to him as possible.

“i can feel your heart racing, it’s okay just relax!” felix says with a laugh.

“easy for you to say, you practically live on a broomstick,” you grumble, and you feel felix’s body shake with giggles underneath you.

“i’m gonna take us a bit higher now,” felix says, and you press your face into his back as you feel yourselves rise higher, the air getting colder as you ascend. you feel a gentle breeze tangling your locks, and the broomstick begins to inch forward. you open one eye slightly and let out a small squeak as you see how far the ground is below you. you’re almost above the height of the trees now, and felix is doing slow laps of the clearing.

“see, it’s not too bad, right?” he asks, and you force yourself to open your eyes again. if you don’t look straight down, you have to admit the view is really nice. trees and rolling hills pepper the landscape, and you can see the quidditch pitch and hogwarts a bit farther in the distance. the last rays of sun are reflecting off of the lake, and the twilight sky is beginning to sparkle with the night’s brightest stars.

“yeah, i guess it is pretty nice,” you begrudgingly agree. your knuckles are white as you hold on to felix for dear life, but the more time you spend up here the more you realize how stable he’s keeping the broomstick, and how much he does seem to be taking caution to make sure you’re comfortable. you let out a shaky sigh as you try to relax and take in the scenery as you hover above the trees.

“there’s one more thing we can do, if you’re okay with it,” he says, asking for your trust. you say nothing, simply nodding into his back; you’re afraid if you open your mouth you’ll regret it. as soon as he has your confirmation, the broomstick suddenly bursts forward and you can’t help but let out a piercing shriek.

“FELIX!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!” you manage to yell over the howling wind. your eyes are tearing up from the cold night air, and your throat feels dry, and you’re convinced your heart’s stopped beating. felix just lets out a joyful laugh in response, yelling back to you “SHOWING YOU THE BEST THING ABOUT FLYING!” before plunging the nose of the stick into a dive towards the ground. he pulls up, of course, and does a few more fancy tricks before slowing down to a more leisurely pace above the treetops.

you sit there in shock for a moment, wide eyed and breathless, trying to take in the wild turn of events.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!! YOU IDIOT WE COULD’VE DIED OR SOMETHING,” you scream in between breaths, still trying to get your heart to stop racing.

“but we didn’t, right? i told you you could trust me!! was that not fun??” he asks, giddy with adrenaline. you choose not to respond, because he’s right--as much as his sudden moves scared the living daylights out of you, you have to admit it felt pretty freeing.

“this is my favourite view,” felix says to change the topic, and you lift your head up to look around. you’re coasting above the lake, the last rays of sun painting the landscape golden. more stars are out now, and the glow of the castle feels truly magical and welcoming. you steal a glance at felix, cheeks nose and ears bright red from the cold but an awestruck look on his face nonetheless. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so peaceful and content, and the feeling spreads to you as you finally relax your grip a little and rest your cheek on felix’s back.

“thank you, felix,” you mumble, feeling surprisingly at ease now.

“sorry, what was that?” he asks and you can hear the grin in his voice.

“i’m not saying it again,” you warn, and he remains silent. part of you wishes you could live in this moment forever, gliding over the mirror-like surface of the water with the warmth of felix to stave away the cold tendrils of night air.

“we should uh, head back. it’s getting pretty late,” he eventually says after a comfortable silence passes. you nod in agreement, and felix takes you back to the quidditch pitch, where he returns his broomstick quickly before coming back to walk with you to the castle. the walk back is mostly silent, with the two of you hiding from professors and prefects a couple times but making it back to the ravenclaw common room unseen. there seems to be some shift in the energy between you now, the silences feeling a bit more awkward than before, but neither of you wants to acknowledge it.

“well, uh, thanks for trusting me. and sorry if i scared you,” felix says with a small laugh as you reach to door to the common room.

“it’s okay, i uh...i actually had a really good time. you’re right, you know, it is a really wonderful feeling being up there.” you admit. you have to stop yourself from adding “with you” to the end of that sentence. “so thank you for everything, lix,” you say and you cringe at the nickname that accidentally escaped your lips. felix tries to hold back a smile but fails miserably, blushing at the nickname.

“goodnight, y/n,” he says after clearing his throat.

“um..goodnight,” you say before going to answer the riddle to enter the common room. as you mutter the answer and begin to enter, you hear felix call after you.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

there’s a long pause.

“uh, nevermind. goodnight!” he says, and before you know it he’s down the stairs and out of sight. confused, you creep up to your dormitory to get ready for bed. your dreams that night are filled with the wind rushing through your hair, beautiful landscapes whizzing past you, and most importantly of all, felix’s joyful laugh ringing in your ears.

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uwuderes · 4 years

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PlayDate

Ive been working on this for a while and yes I aged him up can't have a 12 year old doing stuff he shouldn't ^^´. Also its my first smut so please bare with me if its bad or anything!

⚠Warnings⚠: Masturbation, Dubcon

{You call me on the telephone, you feel so far away

You tell me to come over, there are some games you want to play}

You and Damian were very close friends to say you were very different from one another. Damian being the son of the prestigious Bruce Wayne while you were only a middle-class child with no real status anywhere.

Damian was troubled, it was something you knew very well. No matter what people said you always wanted to be there to help him. You knew Damian for the person he was, everyone just had to give him a second chance.

When you both were younger, each of you could be found at each other's homes, your parents grew more and more fond of the boy each visit, while you never really met Bruce but Alfred seemed pleased that you'd give the boy company which was good enough for you.

So when you called him asking him to come over one day just for the fun of it, he happily accepted, at least that what you thought his sarcastic remarks meant. It was the first time you talked to him in a while and you were ecstatic.

Damian was often busy these days. His father took him out on "trips" which in your case were far too often. But it wasn't your job to judge him or his father's choices, You just chalked it up to something that rich people do.

{I'm walking to your house, nobody's home

Just me and you and you and me alone}

Once Damian got your call he was in euphoria. For once he had an excuse to leave the mansion, not like he was going to ask to leave in the first place.

Another reason he was so happy about the call was that it was from you. You wanted him to come over. It only fed the sick messed up the obsession with you. At this particular moment, he was having a crisis over not seeing you for too long.

Being Robin wasn't easy, and it took up most of his time. His time that could be spent with you. He'd get on his knees and worship you, that's just how amazing you were in his eyes.

Damian opened his bedroom window making sure to lock the door before jumping out into the grass. He then set out on foot, making his way over to your house.

It was nearly night by the time he arrived knocking on your apartment door. His eyes lit up as he saw your (s/c) body open up the door. Bright (e/c) eyes staring right into his emerald green ones, glimmering in admiration.

"Oh my god, you look like a mess! Come in come in!" You beamed brightly. Damian smiled walking through your door into the small apartment. (Y/N) followed quickly behind closing the door. "What happened?!?"

"I snuck out. It's gonna be a while before they realize I'm gone." Damian looked around seeing how much the cramped apartment had changed. Which wasn't much. "You know you could always live with me, this place is shit..."

"You know I can't do that. My parents need my help and I want to be there to help them."

Oh right, them.

"Your lost. But anyways where are they?" Damian asked turning around to look at (Y/N). She smiled walking over to him.

"They are both at work! Meaning that we have my little den of a home all to ourselves! Plus we are 18 now I'm pretty sure we can take care of ourselves!"

Damian smiled at those words, you were alone... With him...

Oh was he going to have some fun with you...

{We're just playing hide and seek

It's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you

I don't want to play any games

I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you}

You smiled glancing at Damian's attempts at playing Mario Kart. "Are you sure you got this? You choose the hardest track in the game." You chuckled. Damian only huffed before falling off the track once more.

He then threw the controller on the bed angrily. "Why is it so hard?!?" He yelled aggravated. You laughed pausing the game.

"You have to choose an easier track! You went straight for Rainbow Road!" You laughed out underneath your covers. For some reason, your room decided to be freezing cold today. Damian looked back at you before moving up and getting underneath the blanket himself. Which didn't phase you? I mean its cold he just wants some warmth too.

Silence surrounded you two as he reached over to pause the game. Finally reached over to you hugging you closer to him. "Thanks for inviting me over... I missed this you know... Just being around you."

You looked up at him smiling faintly. "Its no problem really. I just thought we should spend more time together like the old days... Before you became too busy to even come over ya know..." You sadly looked away.

Damian sighed. "I'm never going to let that happen again alright?"

"You aren't??? Thank you Damian for e-" Your phone started to go off interrupting you the midway. The cheesy ringtone was accompanied by the bright 'Mom' popping up on your screen. "I'm sorry let me take this, I'll be right back alright?"

Damian angrily huffed out letting go of you. They always ruined everything for you two. He wished they were gone.

{I don't give a fuck about you anyways

Whoever said I gave a shit about you?

You never share your toys or communicate

I guess I'm just a play date to you}

Damian got even pissier after the door was closed. But he'd never let you see that side of him. He couldn't scare you away he was this close to getting you

Getting up from his resting position on the bed, Damian started to look around your room. On your dresser seeing a bunch of collectibles and as he liked to call them "girl things" really just your makeup.

He picked up a perfume bottle and sprayed himself breathing in the scent. Damian must have been in heaven. He smelled like you... Every time he breathed in his nostrils filled with the scent of you.

He raised his shirt upwards breathing in the sweet smell of you. He practically basked in it. After smelling his shirt longer than needed he kept looking around.

Soon, He came across your dirty laundry a wicked smile coming across his face. He pulled out a pair of your panties. Lacey and all... He felt himself drool slightly before sitting down on you bed falling back. Everything around him smelt like you. He was going insane by it all.

Damian blushed red as he looked down seeing a prominent erection. His breath picking up as he unbuttoned his jeans quickly pulling them off along with his boxers. He needed release, right now. He grabbed his cock stroking it slowly all while smelling your panties, getting himself off.

He picked up the sound of your voice the call must've been taking longer than expected. It didn't matter to him, visions of you moaning his name and scratching his tanned skin as he pounded faster into you filled his mind.

Falling on your bed, your scent surrounded him only clouding his mind even more. His actions guided him to a euphoric release. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed the real thing.

Damian needed you.

{Ring around the rosy I never know, I never know what you need Ring around the rosy, I want to give you, want to give you What you need}

You walked back into your room seeing Damian passed out on your bed. You smiled sitting down next to him stroking his hair. He must've been exhausted, you thought. He must never get a break to sit down and be a normal teen.

His breathing was steady as he cuddled into the caress of your hand. He turned over wrapping his arm around your legs pulling you close. Maybe he was trying to fall asleep?? Yeah thats it...

"(Y/N)..." Damian mumbled pulling you to a position in which he spooned you. "Come sleep with me... I'm tired...."

You nodded laying down and starting to close your eyes. You were tired to be honest and just needed some rest.

It'd been around 5 minutes and you were tucked in and almost asleep. Until one of Damians hands started to rub your waist playing with your shirt. His hand trailed lower and all you could do was stare forward wide eyed.

Damian started to plant kisses on your neck sucking lightly on the (skin tone) skin. His fingers trailed and worked your bottom lips slightly over your tights. "Be good for me baby alright?" Damian mumbled into you ear biting it afterwards.

"P-Please stop..." You stuttered out. Damian shushed you pulling down your leggings and panties. Abruptly he pulled the covers off you seeing everything he worked so hard to get. He moved to where he sat on top of you staring into your eyes. He smiled lightly before kissing you licking your bottom lip. You didn't kiss him back... You didnt want this he was your friend and nothing more. He growled and pulled at your hair causing you to gasp and open your mouth only for Damian to slip his tongue in your mouth.

All the while his fingers trailed lower and lower moving to your clit. He rubbed slowly causing you to moan in his mouth. Damian pulled away a string of saliva connecting your mouths. He grabbed your shirt stopping the actions that took place on the lower half of your body. He ripped it in half throwing the tattered shirt across the room.

"Baby your so beautiful." He mumbled kissing down your neck once more, stopping at times to suck hickeys onto your body. He unhooked your bra and continued to kiss lower. He looked down at your soaked pussy smiling wickedly. "You wanted this... Of course you did. And I'm going to be the first one to pop that oh so delicate cherry of yours." You opened your mouth to protest but Damian was quick to latch his mouth onto you, fingering you all the while.

You moaned out eyes rolling in the back of your head, this feeling was foreign to you and you loved it. You moaned out, Damian taking that as encouragement to go faster. He groaned out smiling as you were a mess in front of him.

"Your about to cum... Do it baby come all over my face make a mess of yourself." Damian growled into your clit loving everything you did. You gasped releasing everything you had left, and came on Damians tongue and fell back. He lapped at your cum soaked pussy leaning up and kissing you harshly.

"You liked that didn't you..." He asked rubbing your cheek fondly. You didn't respond exhausted. You instead passed out tired. He smiled licking his lips. He was going to have to build you up to doing everything with him, but he had enough for the day. He looked at your phone as it buzzed to life seeing your parents texting you.

So they are going to be gone for 2 weeks... He was going to have all the time in the world...

{You know I give a fuck about you every day Guess it's time that I tell you the truth If I share my toys, will you let me stay? Don't want to leave this play date with you}

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normiewrites · 4 years

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hello all this is for the @heroheads server collab on the bnharem server. it was fun to write eventho i had to rewrite it cause my first draft seemed like keigo was drunk instead. also ive never gotten high, just know ppl who have, so it might be shitty lmao.

collab masterlist

Warning(s): drug use, weed, lots of flying, heights, near death experiences

4:20am - Keigo Tamaki x (g/n)Reader

“Keigo, you’re too high for this” you giggled as you wrapped your arms around his back, resting your chin on his hard chest as you looked up at him.

You didn’t mind how the cool wind of the breezy night cut through your clothes or how you both were standing on the edge of a tall building, because you felt warm and safe in the embrace of your bird boyfriend. Besides, the view of the city was the best to get high to.

“Come on, y/n, it’ll be so fun” he said, his arms hugging your body close to his as his fingers circle the skin on your hips underneath the hoodie you stole from him.

You chuckled at how red his eyes were, noticing how the strain wasn’t strong enough for you but definitely did him good. After all, it was his first time getting high, so you weren’t surprised.

“What’s better than being high while being high?” he asked, small giggles erupting from both of your mouths at the pun as he planted soft kisses on your cheeks, his scruffy chin slightly scratching you.

“We already are pretty high though” you said, peering over his arm as you looked down into the inviting chasm and continued, “plus I can just give you a stronger strain to hit.”

More giggles left his mouth at your joke, making him buckle over and rest his chin on your shoulder, his grip on you even tighter. You both basked in the rather loud silence of the wind passing past both of you, his warm hands rubbing your goose-bump ridden skin as yours softly massaged the base of his wings, giggling at how they shook themselves when you hit a good spot.

Suddenly, you felt the hard force of gravity resist against you as your feet were now dangling, the safety of the roof no longer underneath you as the towers around you became smaller and smaller, the cold wind bringing painful tears to your eyes.

“Keigo!” you yelled, hugging his body tighter as you wrapped your legs around his waist, scowling at you.

He chuckled at you, the flap of his wings overpowering the sounds of the breeze as he looked down at you, flying just in place. He planted even more kisses all over your face, letting you calm down and realise how much you love flying with him.

You peered around the both of you, breathing heavy and cold breaths as you saw the different hues of blue blend into the horizon and you could see a few stars if you squinted hard enough.

“Can we go lower? It’s too cold up here, plus, it’ll be so cool if you do that thing where you fly so fast between the buildings” you asked, closing your eyes as he put the spare goggles that he kept in his jacket on your face, smiling at how the yellow complimented your skin and e/c eyes.

“Aren’t I too high for that?” he smirked, not waiting for an answer before he stopped flapping his wings, both of you falling as the wind ruffled your clothes.

He always did this, trying his best to scare you as you both nearly plummet to your deaths before he starts flying between the buildings.

You watched both of your reflections in the windows of the buildings, giggling at how weird your hair looked flying up like that, and as if on que, he starts spiralling you both, flying close to the empty streets of the city.

Excited howls and screams left your mouth as you both weaved through the buildings, Keigo’s laugh bubbling in his chest as he marvelled at how cool flying was in his high state. Everything seemed just so fictional to him, like this was real life for him, he could fucking fly.

After you both cruised around for a while, he landed the both of you on the same building ledge that you started on, trying your best to steady your wobbly legs.

“Y/n, I’ve been thinking, what if this isn’t real?” he asked, pushing your hair behind your ear as you giggled at his theories.

“Go on, baby.”

“What if this is just some stimulation? That people are given quirks as an experiment to see how human society would evolve with superpowers and genetic modification. What if, what if the only way to escape is to die?” he asked, and you now noticed the tight hold he still had on you, as if preparing to fly again.

Worry started to settle in your body, maybe you gave him too much to smoke for his first time, plus he’s a pretty daring person.

“Keigo, you’re funny, you got too high” you nervously chuckled, trying to loosen his hold around your body.

“Y/n, do you trust me?” he asked and ignored your statement, his breath unsteady against your skin as he nuzzled his face in your neck.

You nodded softly, still unnerved by his odd behaviour, “Keigo, what are you doing?”

“Escaping.”

You felt gravity work against you for the nth time that night as you both were now diving down, headfirst.

“Keigo! Stop! You’re high and delusional!” you screamed, trying your best to punch his arms, plucking a few feathers from his limp wings to get him out of his daze.

The street kept getting closer and closer and your boyfriend, quieter and quieter. You could feel your heart in your mouth as you found it hard to deal with the realisation of your impending death. Nothing you did could change his mind, so as the dark gravel neared your face, you closed your eyes, tucking your face into his chest, holding onto him for some sort of miracle.

“Keigo, please” you cried softly into his chest, wishing this all was actually dream. You had realised that you could still talk while you were supposed to be dead, prompting you to peep open an eye.

You let your breath go as the view of Keigo’s smirk entered your field of vision, his smug face enlightening with the fact that nothing at all had happened to you, and you both were standing once again on the same rooftop.

Relief flooded your body as you hugged him, small and cold tears latching onto his body suit as you surprised him. He was thankful for that fact that you didn’t kick him in the balls from his prank, but he was now concerned with how much it affected you.

Before he could hug you tightly and apologize, you broke free from his grasp, punching him near his groin as you yelled at his buckled over form, “You fucking cunt! I thought we were gonna fucking die, you piece of shit! God, I hate you, you stupid pesky, good for nothing bird, you’d be better fried than a boyfriend!”

You didn’t care who you woke up as you crossed your arms and walked grumpily to the other side of the roof, sitting down on the edge with your back to him. You were scowling so hard, that he thought if he didn’t change your expression somehow, you would be stuck with that face forever.

He chuckled once he recovered, flying over to your position as he dragged you onto his lap, his vibrant reg wings surrounding the both of you as his arms wrapped themselves around your body.

“I’m sorry, dove, I just had to, it was all so worth it” he sighed happily as he kissed your forehead, “plus I saved us in the end.”

“You made us fall in the first place, you peabrain” you mumbled, playing with the tips of the feathers closest to your face, the moon making you both each other’s spotlight in the little cocoon.

“But nothing happened, plus I wouldn’t harm you, I love you too much” he whispered, planting a soft kiss against your shoulder.

Your body relaxed at those words, leaning against his as you replied, “I love you too” before giggling with him about the whole experience.

The both of you shared countless whispers and conspiracy theories for the rest of the night, your laughter and love trapped within those wings that protected you, just like how he had your heart in his hands. You didn’t mind it though, because he kept it pumping.

Bonus:

“Keigo”

“Hmm?”

“What if we actually died and had to start the whole stimulation again, and the memory of you saving us is just an illusion?”

“Bruh.”

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hikari-writes · 4 years

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『Haikyuu!!』

Birthday Oneshot

❝ The Times We Spend Together ❞

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi

Warning: Nothing, just floof

Genre: FLOOOF

Words: 2.2k

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A/N: OSJXKD I FINALLY MANAGED IT--- W H E E Z E--- HOPE U ENJOY!! HAPPY BDAY YAMAGUCHI ILYSM NOWNEXCUSE ME WHILE I GO. DIE--- (also this is the first yams fluff ive ever done aha---)

“So, the plan is to have Tsukishima and Y/N bring Yamaguchi into the gym and-- …..Uh...Y/N, are you listening?”

You snapped out of your daydream as soon as you heard Daichi calling out your name in the middle of his explanation. You looked at him with an awkward grin and nodded your head enthusiastically.

Daichi didn’t look into your reaction any deeper and continued with his explanation. You took that opportunity to heave a quiet sigh.

This wasn’t going according to your original plan.

Tadashi’s birthday was coming up, and as his girlfriend, you’ve planned out what you’re going to do with him, from over a month ago. Just the two of you, together alone.

But after today’s practice, Daichi secretly called out to you and revealed his plan to make a surprise birthday party for Tadashi using the gym. Obviously as his girlfriend, you were asked to join in on the plan. You didn’t dare to tell him that you had already planned out to celebrate Tadashi’s birthday alone with him -since you didn’t want to come off as selfish or anything- so you decided to just, went along with the plan.

Although Koushi did ask you beforehand whether you had an early plan with him or not, to which you replied with a no. Well, technically, you didn’t have any arranged plan with him, since it was supposed to be a surprise after all, so you’re not exactly lying.

Kei, who knew of your original plan, thought of how idiotic you are for not telling the truth. He actually tried to tell Daichi but you stopped him before he got to.

“If you’ve already got something planned, why would you agree to this surprise party?” Kei asked, rather begrudgingly.

“Well….I just want Tadashi to have fun with his team--- friends too...you know? This party will be like, his bonding time with his friends, and I’d love to see him just be genuinely happy with them. B-besides, I can always celebrate his birthday with him anytime later! So you needn’t worry about it.”

Kei just rolled his eyes at your “heartfelt” confession (as he’d call it). However, if that’s what you wanted, as a friend (though he won’t be admitting that part out loud), he’ll support your decision.

Today’s volleyball practice was cancelled (for obvious reasons) and as planned, both you and Kei walked back with Tadashi. The plan was for you to act as if you’ve forgotten something at the gym halfway on your way back home and asked them to accompany you to fetch it.

Things were going well, you and Kei felt that you’ve walked far enough and you were about to open your mouth and start your act, until Tadashi turned towards you with a bashful smile on his face. You immediately froze up and smiled back, trying to act naturally but it’s pretty evident that your smile was strained.

“Y/N, uhh… I just remembered something…Today is my birthday! ….so uhm...I just thought… maybe we could spend some time together or something… If you’re not busy, that is!!”

You continued to keep up your strained smile while your mind went into riot mode. You took a glance at Kei who was as shocked as you at Tadashi’s sudden invitation. You guys weren’t expecting this. Like, at all.

Kei, thank the god for his quick thinking, mouthed a “Just say yes,” at you and after that quickly excused himself while pretending to answer a phone call.

Tadashi looked back at you with unsuspecting eyes, still waiting for your answer.

“Uh…Yes! Of course! I’d love that. Are you really okay with spending your birthday with only me though?” You asked sheepishly, trying to hide the grin that was about to form on your lips. It kinda felt wrong -since the volleyball club team had already planned out a surprise birthday party for him- but you couldn’t help but to feel so happy Tadashi invited you to spend time together alone with him on his special day. You might even combust with happiness at the time had your rationality not kept your mind together.

“I wouldn't ask for anything else in the world.”

With that, you were ready to leap at him and shower his face with kisses while also trying to explain that you two can have your birthday date after he attends the surprise birthday party at the school gym, until Kei -the only rational one here- pushed away your face with his hand in an attempt to stop you from doing anything stupid and ruining the surprise.

“Well, you two can have your birthday date or whatever. I’ll just go home for now. Happy birthday, I guess, Yamaguchi.”

Kei casually left you two alone and you caught a glimpse of him waving his phone at you, signalling that he'll inform you about the next strategies over the text. You silently nodded at him, although you doubt he saw you doing that.

“Well, let’s enjoy ourselves then.” You turned back to Tadashi and held his hand. He took the lead and you walked beside him, your heart feeling all warm and fuzzy. In a sense, this was according to your original plan, excluding the surprise part, that is. It was like killing two birds with one stone. You got to have your birthday date with Tadashi -minus the surprise part- and he got to celebrate it with his friends. It’s a win-win situation. Everyone’ll be happy.

As it was already pretty late in the evening, you two decided it would be best if you just have a simple date at a fast food restaurant. Since there’ll be more food you got to eat later at the surprise party, you thought up a lie to convince Tadashi to not buy too much food. And by ‘not too much’, you literally mean only getting some french fries. Soggy ones for him, of course.

“Tadashi! Truth is….I made a cake for you and I left it in the fridge at my house. So uhm...I think it’s better if we don’t buy too much food for now.” It was hard for you to lie to Tadashi, since you’ve never done it to him before (not that you have any reason to do so in the first place) so you were extremely nervous he’ll see right through you. Thankfully, he didn’t. Which just made you feel more guilty even though there’s literally no reason for you to feel so. (Well, you did make his birthday cake though, so at least that’s the truth. It was just at the gym instead of in your fridge, that’s all.)

It was just like any normal date you’ve had. You and him just chatting while eating your fries, teasing him and poking his cheeks once in a while and vice versa, and just….giggling like idiots in love at a fast food restaurant without caring for other people who were staring at you.

You checked your messages to see new messages from Kei.

You heaved an involuntary sigh which caught Tadashi’s attention. You could feel his concerned gaze boring a hole through your body so you quickly beamed the brightest smile you could muster his way.

“Something’s wrong?” Now that he’s actually asked that, you were left with no choice than to tell the truth to him. Well, just partially though.

“Nothing, just…...I just wish time would stop forever right at this moment….” The way you nonchalantly said that earned a blush from Tadashi and he quickly covered his flustered face with his hand and a chuckle.

“Well, we may not be able to do that, but I’ll treasure these moments we share together for forever.”

You squeezed his hands and brought it closer to your lips before kissing his knuckles. A soft laughter escaped Tadashi’s lips at the ticklish feel of your lips against his muscular hand.

“Now that I think about it, time flew really fast, huh? Before we know it, the year is ending.”

“And Christmas is coming up soon. Do you---”

“Is that even a question, Tadashi? I’ll spend Christmas with you even if you didn’t ask.”

You could see Tadashi heaving a relieved sigh. You continued to play with your fries and twirling it around until a question struck you.

“Tadashi, what’s your birthday wish for this year?”

You slammed your hands a bit on the table and Tadashi could see how your eyes sparkled when you shot this question at him. He was a bit taken aback by the sudden enthusiasm, but he wasn’t complaining. Seeing your cute face lit up is one of the best things in his life after all.

“Hm...I don’t think I have anything in particular….I’m already so happy right now that I have you in my life, and so many friends and…..I’m happy that I’m even able to play volleyball.”

You loved how his expression softened when he talked about the things he loved. The way his lips would tug into a genuine and soft smile, and how there’s a small tint of pink blush dusting his cheeks…. It all just looked so perfect in your eyes.

After finishing your last fries, you widened your eyes in realization and looked at Tadashi with a sheepish smile.

“Ah...sorry about this Tadashi but I think I left something at the gym….Can you come with me to get it back?”

As you were approaching the school, you texted Kei to get ready. He left it on read but whatever, he knew what he was supposed to do when you said that. You opened the gym door and Tadashi noticed how it was unlocked but no sooner than that, all the lights in the gym were turned on and several loud sounds of party crackers echoed throughout the gym alongside a harmonized and synched “Happy birthday, Yamaguchi!”.

You walked up to him and wore him a homemade party hat on his head. He stood there still for a moment, as if his mind was still processing what was happening at that moment but soon after, a deep blush covered his entire face and ears as he stumbled over his own words, all the while wearing a confused smile on his face.

“The team decided to do a surprise birthday party for you, so we got all this planned out. Well, the part where you invited me for the date wasn’t part of the plan though, but we managed things somehow.” You explained the details to him with a big grin on your face. Tadashi’s blush darkened and he could almost feel himself combusting with happiness.

“Thank you, everyone! Really, this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“Well with that said, let’s party!!” Ryuunosuke and Yuu both yelled in unison while dragging Tadashi across the gym and laughed. You giggled at the sight of your poor boyfriend getting dragged away from you, and decided to enjoy yourself too at the party.

“Thanks for the great time guys! Be careful on your way home!” Koushi reminded you guys after all of you were ready to head back home. You all replied in unison and made your way back home, ready to hit the hay after tiring yourselves out.

Kei had gone back with Akiteru who picked him up (though he seemed reluctant at first), so you were left alone with Tadashi on your way back.

“Aren’t they just the best? You have a great team and friends, Tadashi. I’m so happy for you.”

You held his hand and squeezed it tighter. That particular night was pretty chilly, which gave you all the more reason to warm his hand up by holding it. Tadashi let out a soft chuckle and nodded his head. Truly, he was extremely blessed to have such amazing friends.

“Hehe...aren’t you forgetting something or are you just pretending to forget about it?” You breathed out a mischievous laugh and you could see his shoulders tensed up at the question. He knew exactly what you meant, but he didn’t want to be the one who brought it up.

You stopped in his tracks and so did Tadashi. “Well, close your eyes now and hold out your hand.” He did as he was told and you took out a small box out of your bag.

Tadashi waited patiently for you to finish doing what you were doing, but his heart leapt out of his chest when he felt his fingers brushing against something. His heart was racing and the blush on his face was more evident now. He tried to convince himself that it wasn’t what he thought it was, but deep down, he wanted it to be. Just the idea of it had already sent him flying to paradise.

“Okay, open your eyes now!” You held his hand right in front of his face and when Tadashi slowly opened his eyes, he couldn’t suppress the grin that was forming on his face.

“It’s beautiful...Thank you, Y/N.”

He stared at the silver couple ring on his ring finger fondly. You showed him yours with a cheerful smile adorning your pretty face.

“Do you like it?” He turned to you and suddenly caught you off guard by cupping your cheeks in both his hands and softly pressing his lips against yours, melting you in the warm, affectionate kiss. As soon as your lips parted, he pressed his forehead against yours and whispered, “I love it so much. Thank you.”

A soft laughter escaped your lips and you embraced the freckled boy tightly.

“Happy birthday, Tadashi.”

The End

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wearethewinx · 4 years

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fate episode 6 spoilers below

admittedly that opening shot slaps. like that immediately makes me curious

bloom why are you looking. everywhere but at the glowing pillar in front of you

LOL WHOOPS

AISHA ARE U FOR FUCKING REAL. WRITERS ARE U FOR FUCKING REAL. THIS IS NOT MY GIRL

lol dowling thats what happens when u liiieeeeee

jfdlsfjlds terras dad being so stumped by her completely correct rebuttal that he just says 'you need to cool down'

'sorry you have to be visible to have a point of view' that line really made it into the script huh

theyre REALLY gonna make aishas first and only autonomous act in this entire show be to snitch on her friends

oh so there are witches huh. is that how were doing this huh. oh my god this is so unnecessarily complicated and confusing? this is. ridiculous? why wouldnt anyone else know about the witches? how does them being witches give rosalind the right to murder them all? HOW IS BLOOM OK WITH THIS LADY JUST SAYING 'yeah i lied and killed them all because only fairies are allowed to do magic' HWAT THE FUCK

*sky voice* i am literally so fucking stupid and boring its unreal

lol even sam is like 'terra shut up'

see i dont wanna be so mean to terra but shes explicitly written to be as annoying as humanly possible? people keep telling her theyre not interested and she just mows right over them completely not caring EVERY time

oh bloom is growing a braincell now huh

'only vanessa and michael could give you love' YOU CALL THAT LOVE? YOU CALL THAT SHIT LOVE? WHERE ARE THE WRITERS ILL FUCKING KILL THEM

me, every time: weve gotta be getting close to the end now right weve been here at least forty minutes

the timestamp, every time: 21:30

HOW is it possible for a show to drag this much? six hours feels like 18

nobody told the caption writer that rivens name is riven not 'riv'

stella being like 'WE shouldve never gotten back together WE are codependent and toxic' gurl,,,,,,,, You

rly have to stress that bloom listened to rosalind talk and was like 'oh genocide? well thats totally understandable, i trust you implicitly. here i was thinking you were just a regular mass murderer!'

WHY ARE THERE NO MAGIC PAINKILLERS. WHY IS THE ONLY WAY TO EASE SOMEONES PAIN FOR MUSA SPECIFICALLY TO TAKE IT ON

ALSO TERRA FUCK. YOU. FOR EVEN THINKING THAT, MUCH LESS SAYING IT OUT LOUD

how does the solarian royal family have a magic teleportation ring but they cant move troops across their country in less than 2 days

*bloom voice* come on sluts im gonna put you all in danger

PLEASE let sky miserably wail 'YOU KILLED MY FATHER' please god let it happen PLEASE

damn ok i actually REALLY like skys reaction here. unironically well written, very believable. even a stopped brain has good ideas twice an episode i suppose

love that musa only gets dignified with the slightest sliver of backstory in this, the final episode

STILL only HALFWAY THROUGH THE EPISODE. THIS IS SICK TIME DILATION FUCKERY

flora isnt supposed to be the loose canon of the winx for fucks sake

ok but WHAT ARE THE BURNED ONES. WHERE ARE THEY FROM. WHY DO THEY CARE ABOUT BLOOM. EVEN SHE HASNT ASKED YET! ARENT YOU CURIOUS ISNT ANYBODY CURIOUS

bloom: yeah rosalind unleashed the burned ones to attack us all but i totally trust that she told me the truth about how to stop them

blooms wings look FUCKING STUPID those arent even wings theyre just random red blobs with a mesh pattern

i guess im glad we actually GOT wings but my god is this a disappointment as wings go

also @ everyone in the tag calling this a 'transformation': are we watching the same fucking show lol. having fire swirl around you isnt a transformation. TRANSFORMING. is what makes it a transformation. absolutely nothing changes about her except having a couple blowtorches on her back

CANT STRESS ENOUGH THAT BLOOM KEEPS HEARING PEOPLE ADMIT TO MURDER AND RESPONDING WITH 'OH it was just MURDER lol thank god'

'bloom transformed' nO SHE DIDNT THAT WASNT A TRANSFORMATION OH MY GOD

ok but why WOULDNT rosalind reveal exculpatory information when it benefited her lol. why are you idiots believing her. why are you accepting that as a justification

'ive been a brat' OH SO YOU ADMIT IT

'can we hug' very normal request bloom especially considering the circumstances /s

my mom would flip her lid if i invited four friends over w/o asking in advance and then put her on the spot abt whether they can stay the night, and thats WITHOUT the added context that BLOOMS MOM THINKS THESE ARE HER SCHOOL FRIENDS FROM S W I T Z E R L A N D AND THAT THEY WOULDVE HAD TO FLY ACROSS THE OCEAN TO GET THERE

this bloom family montage is 1: unearned (i remember the door, assholes) and 2: TOO long and cheesy

i love that stellas mom still hasnt admitted shes missing or come looking for her lol. the HEIR to the THRONE has been MISSING for WEEKS and thats just Okay

lmao what the fuck. how is andreas wearing the same clothes as 16 years ago. anybody care to explain what the goddamn hell is going on here

dragonflame namedrop huh? interesting

LOL EVERYONES JUST ACCEPTING ROSALIND BACK WITHOUT QUESTION? SHE DISAPPEARED AND WAS PRESUMED DEAD FOR 16 YEARS

HOW STUPID ARE THE PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD

THE KING OF ERAKLYON. ABANDONED HIS SON. TO RAISE BEATRIX

WHAT IN THE GODDAMN HELL

omg she just fucking killed her

absolutely metal

ah HERE are the hideous outfits from the promo image. hate

final thoughts: this show is dumb

#netwinx #winx club #spoilers

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mendespideys · 4 years

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the intern ▿ pt. IV

Pairing: reader x ceo!tom holland

Summary: you’re finishing your last year of university in london, and what better way do to that than with an internship at holland and osterfield’s?

Warnings: language, mentions of drinking, partying. also tom being a cheeky bastard

a/n: i received a message about this chapter not working because of inappropriate content and it turns out that it was flagged. i have no idea why and i want you guys to be able to read it, so i’m reposting it. this is not the re-written part, but those will be up soon!

You groggily sit up in your bed at the sound of the front door slamming shut. The light shines through your blinds, and you realize it’s more than likely later than you had first assumed. Throwing the covers off your body, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and make your way out to the living room of the small apartment.

Cecelia is in the kitchen, her heels and purse scattered on the floor, as she pushes the button on the coffee machine. You yawn, your bare feet padding against the hardwood floors as you walk closer to her. Grabbing a hair tie from the counter, you quickly wrap your hair into a messy bun, sitting down on the bar stool.

“How did your night go?”

She turns around to look at you, a wide grin plastered on her face. You chuckle, picking at the flaking nail polish on your thumb. You watch as she adjusts her dress before leaning on the counter, getting ready to recap her entire night for you whether you want to hear it or not.

“Despite my head killing me, it went very well,” she starts, her eyes meeting yours. “But I wanna hear about yours. How did you get home if you didn’t have your wallet on you?”

You groan, looking at her pleadingly. She just shakes her head, determined to get the story out of you. As soon as you had texted her last night to let her know you had gotten home safe, you knew she was going to ask the moment she saw you. You had hoped she would be too drunk to remember, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

“Tom.”

Her eyes widen at the same time the machine beeps, signaling that the coffee is ready. “Tom? Your ‘one-night stand turned internship boss’ Tom? Ooh, do tell.” She pours herself a cup of coffee, a gleeful expression on her face, which makes you want to punch it away.

“I called him. He picked me up and took me home. There’s nothing more to the story,” you shrug innocently, hoping your lie is solid enough because there had been way more to the story.

“Hello?” Tom’s voice is hoarse it crackles through the receiver on your new phone. He’s silent for a second before continuing, sounding more awake now. “Y/N? Are you alright?”

You sigh softly, hating how comforting his voice sounds. “Um, hi, Tom. Did I wake you? I’m really sorry- I just, uh,” you stutter, trying desperately to stop your teeth from chattering.

“Where are you? I’ll come get you.”

You tell him the cross streets and he promises he will be there as soon as possible. You wrap your arms around yourself, attempting to keep the little body warmth you had left. You consider going back inside to wait, but the loud music and drunk teens seem less tempting than the sobering cold. Several young adults join you, but they quickly jump in taxis or friend’s cars. Next time I’m bringing a jacket, you think to yourself, watching as a car pulls up to the curb next to you.

The passenger window rolls down, and Tom’s face appears, looking at you with concerned eyes. You ignore him, jumping into the car, welcoming the warmth with open arms. You kick your heels off, curling your legs in your seat to warm them. The window rolls back up as you buckle in, still not looking at Tom, scared of what might await if you do.

“Are you fucking crazy? What are you doing out here, in the cold, dressed like- dressed like that?”

“Forgot my wallet,” you mumble weakly, leaning your head against the door and closing your eyes. “Can you just drive me home, please? It’s freezing.”

You can hear him rummage around briefly, but you don’t have to open your eyes to investigate because two seconds later, soft indie rock fills the car. He doesn’t say anything, just putting the car in drive and as the car moves, you feel the exhaustion of the long day take over. You can’t bring yourself to stop it, the quiet music and steady heat lulling you to sleep.

The sound of a car door being shut wakes you up. You moan quietly, not wanting to open your eyes. The car beeps as it gets locked, and you sigh contently, nuzzling further into the comfort surrounding you. Your head hurts already, and you know you’re going to have a long day tomorrow.

“Darlin’, I need you to tell me what floor you’re on,” Tom’s gentle voice makes your eyes shoot open, suddenly realizing what is going on.

“Second. 2B,” you mumble, lying undeniable still as Tom carries you effortlessly up the stairs, your bare legs slung over his arm. “I, um, I can walk.”

Tom doesn’t say anything, placing you down gently when you reach the door of your apartment. You don’t dare look at him as you search through your purse, a small aha escaping you as you grasp the keys and pull them out. You unlock the door, the click of the lock turning echoing through the empty hallway. Reluctantly, you turn to look at your savior.

“Thank you,” your voice is raspy, so you clear your throat. “I’m really sorry I woke you up.”

Tom hands you your heels back, shoving his hands into the pocket of his sweats. Another look you hadn’t seen on him, but one you knew you could grow to love. You take them, shooting him a small smile, but he just nods.

“’s alright. Just don’t go outside by yourself like that again. I’ll see you on Monday. Night.”

You watch quietly as he walks back down the stairs, the hood of his sweater bouncing. You mumble a response, fully knowing he can’t hear you. Sighing, you step into the dark apartment. Two minutes later, you’re wrapped in the covers on your bed, willing yourself not to think about how Tom had immediately responded to your call of help, or how he had carried you upstairs, letting you sleep for as long as possible. Eventually, you’re able to fall back asleep, the smell of Tom still lingering in your nose.

“So he just picked you up and dropped you off? Nothing else happened? Bollocks!”

“I swear, nothing happened. He drove me home, carried me upstairs and then he left.”

“He carried you upstairs?”

You groan, realizing your mistake too late. Cecelia raises her eyebrows multiple times, teasing you. You shake your head, picking up your phone from the counter. Turning it around, the screen lights up at the motion, and you notice you have an unopened text message. Your pulse immediately quickens when you see his name.

“Shut up,” you mutter, a small chuckle escaping you as well, knowing she means well.

Let me know if you ever forget your wallet again. I’ll add chauffeur to my resume

Cecelia notices your sudden silence, grabbing the phone from your hands before you can stop her. You watch her as her eyes trace the words of the simple text. She whistles, handing you the phone back before taking another sip of coffee. You pull your leg up on the chair, resting your head on your knee.

Fuck you, Tom Holland.

“He just loves teasing you, doesn’t he? Cheeky bastard that one.”

XXX

You had left the text unanswered the rest of the weekend, having no clue what to say to him. He hadn’t followed up on it either, so you figured the whole situation would remain a secret between the two of you - well, three if you count Cecelia.

You desperately hope so as you enter the building of Holland and Osterfield’s on Monday morning. As you walk up the stairs, you re-read the email you had received from Harrison late the previous night. You double check the information and the time, nodding pleasingly when you realize you’re on time. You stop on the third floor this time, taking in the unfamiliar environment. You stop in front of the meeting room Harrison had told you to go to, knocking quietly.

A woman you have never met before opens the door, and you realize you’re the last one. You smile sheepishly, stepping into the room, trying to ignore the questioning stares of some of the workers in the room. Your eyes involuntarily find Tom immediately, sitting next to Harrison who is standing at the head of the table opposite from where you’re standing. Harrison glances up as the door is closed behind you and smiles.

“There you are! Everyone, this is our new intern Y/N. She’s helping us out with marketing for the next six months.”

The small crowd murmurs a few greetings, and Harrison tells you to sit down and comply. You aren’t sure exactly why he had invited you to the meeting in the first place, but you tell yourself it’s a great way to learn something new. Placing the laptop bag in your lap, you give Harrison your attention. When he starts talking, you briefly let your gaze flicker to the left to look at Tom. He doesn’t seem to notice it, staring down at the notes displayed in front of him.

You notice he isn’t wearing a blazer today, only a faded charcoal-colored button-up shirt. A black tie dangles from his neck and you wonder momentarily if he hated dressing up for work as much as you do. He shuffles the papers a little, the shirt tightening around his bicep as he does so. You instantly look away, not wanting the sight to stay in your head longer than it had to. Returning your attention back to Harrison, you listen as he talks about the charity gala they are hosting in a few weeks.

“Um,” you speak up quietly, instantly regretting interrupting him. “I think it would be more beneficial to personally invite the honor guests and then advertise through newsletters and e-mails.”

Harrison purses his lips, considering your suggestion. “Why do you think that?”

“Well, I assume the honor guests are well-established business owners, politicians, you know, the usual. I also assume most these people are older than all of us in this room. I think they would appreciate the gesture of a personal letter in the mail. With all due respect, Mr. Osterfield, most people didn’t make it as young as you and Mr. Holland. I just know that my grandparents would respond better to a letter than an impersonal e-mail.”

You hear a few other people mumbling agreements. You meet Harrison’s eyes for a moment before looking back down at your hands, reminding yourself to apply a new coat of nail polish when you get home. There is a brief silence, and you wonder if maybe it had been a bad idea to speak up like you did.

“I think she’s right. Let’s send the honor guests invitations and we’ll notify the other businesses through e-mail like planned,” Tom speaks up and you immediately look at him. He just nods at you, and you give him a small smile.

“Okay, that’s settled then. Y/N, would you help me with those invitations later?” he asks, looking at you expectantly and you nod hurriedly. “Now, let’s talk about the next marketing campaign.”

Harrison’s words drown out, and you glance down at the papers in front of you. You stifle a yawn, suddenly wishing you could cuddle up in bed with Tom. You shake your head, needing to get rid of the thoughts. That doesn’t work as well as you hoped it would when Tom takes over his portion of the meeting. His words are impossible to comprehend, the thoughts in your head taking over. You quickly excuse yourself, opening and closing the door before anyone can say anything.

Hurriedly, you make your way upstairs and toward your desk, scolding yourself the entire way. You had never crushed on anybody this way before. Does it count as a crush? Your thoughts are messy and most of them unwelcome as you plop into your chair with a loud sigh. Pulling out your computer and earbuds, you welcome the loud noise of the song as you press play. You try your best to focus on the lyrics, pulling up the chat window and clicking Cecelia’s name.

you: dude i just interrupted harrison in a meeting and tom stood up for me and i wanna kms

A few minutes pass by and you pray that your best friend is on her computer, needing someone to vent to, or rather, someone to help you make sense of your jumbled thoughts. A small icon pops up, notifying you that she’s writing and a relieved sigh escapes you.

cecelia: bollocks! tell me what happened

you: tom isn’t wearing a blazer today and he looks really good and i just. ugh. f*ck me

ceceilia: i bet that’s what you were thinking when looking at him

you: shut up. i gotta go. i ran out of the meeting because i couldn’t stand it and i have to do my work

You exit out of the chat window, pulling up the document you started on Friday. Harrison had asked you to compile a list of potential businesses to contact in regards to the gala. You finish it faster than you would have liked, but you attach it to an e-mail and send it to Harrison anyway. He responds not even five minutes later, asking you to meet him in his office.

You unwillingly get up from your chair, making your way down the hall. You attempt to ignore your increasing heartbeat as you get closer, not knowing what to expect. You had interrupted him and caused quite the scene as you ran out of the conference room. You definitely didn’t earn any more respect points by doing that. Your knock on the door is timid but he appears to hear it anyway.

He tells you to come in, so you open the door cautiously, a nervous smile dancing on your lips. Harrison is sitting at the chair behind his desk when you close the door behind you, but your eyes are more focused on Tom leaning up against the desk. He looks at you quizzically and just for a moment you think you see a form of concern in his eyes. Harrison clears his throat and startles you out of your moment with Tom.

“Are you alright, Y/N? You seemed to leave us in a hurry? I know meetings can be boring but...”

You quickly shake your head, meeting Harrison’s eyes. “No. I’m sorry. I, uh, stomach bug. I wasn’t feeling too hot.”

Your excuse is so weak that you don’t even buy it yourself but Harrison just nods. “Okay, well, I hope you feel better. Why don’t you, uh, take the rest of the day off? You can work on those personal invitations at home and send me a few different versions, and then we’ll pick the best one. I saw that you’ve done a fair share of graphic design.”

You nod slowly, wondering if your face betrays how confused you feel. “I can stay-”

“I’ll take you home,” Tom speaks up for the first time since you entered the room, giving you a tight-lipped smile.

“O-Okay. Um, I’ll get right on those invitations, Mr. Osterfield.”

Tom walks you to the elevator, neither of you saying anything, the only sound is the elevator jostling as it moves. The ride back to your apartment is just as quiet, the radio making the tension a little less awkward. You hadn’t talked to him since he had dropped you off at your apartment, and you weren’t quite sure what to say.

“Thank you,” you state suddenly, deciding to elaborate after receiving a look laced with confusion from him. “For taking me home on Friday. I never really thanked you. I don’t wanna think about what could’ve happened if-”

“Yeah, I don’t want to think about that either. Don’t understand why you’d be walking around in a dress like that anyway,” he interrupts, not taking his eyes off the road once.

“Oh, shut up, like you were complaining last week. That dress wasn’t any better.”

You pause momentarily as the words leave your mouth. That was the first time either of you had mentioned your night together after the interview. You glance over at him, noticing the way his knuckles are turning slightly white from gripping the steering wheel. He doesn’t smirk like you had expected him too.

“Well, I was there to take you home that night. To make sure you were okay and no one touched you. I watched you from the moment you walked in,” his words are stern, almost slightly possessive, but then a smirk finds its way to his lips. “Besides, I don’t recall you complaining either. Unless you count complaining about me taking too long to-”

“Okay, okay,” you grumble, feeling your cheeks heat up at his words. He chuckles just as he pulls up in front of your complex.

You unbuckle slowly, grabbing your bag in one hand. There is a slight pause in the music, which makes the sound of you opening the door appear even louder. You slide out of the car, your heels clicking against the cobblestone of the street. Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you dip your head back in to take one last look at him. He has a confident grin on his face now, the seriousness of his voice totally gone.

“You didn’t run out of the meeting because of a stomach bug, did you?” He raises an eyebrow mockingly, almost knowingly, as you shut the door. You watch in slight horror as he takes off, the sound of his car accelerating bringing you back to reality. Ignoring your flushed cheeks, you trudge toward the entrance of your complex. There was no way he knew why you had run out. He couldn’t know. Could he?

#the intern #ironwriting #the intern ch 4 #tom holland #tom holland ceo #ceo!tom holland #ceo!tom #ceo au #tom holland au #tom holland imagine #tom holland series #tom holland x reader

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megalodon-writes · 4 years

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Misunderstandings

Pairing - Akaashi Keiji x F!Reader

Word Count - 1.8k - Part III

Warnings - slight unwanted physical contact

Synopsis - Reader asks Bokuto for advice and decides to take action against Tozen.

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV

a/n: huh I guess I don’t have anything to say here except that for the 6 days of writing and editing I had one sentence constantly going through my brain. “None thoughts but for Akaashi Keiji” so I mean n i c e

Thankfully, you hadn’t been scheduled with Tozen in a while, but every time you had a small chance to say something, you would chicken out. You would text Bokuto about it and he was as supportive as ever, but he always recommended you say something sooner rather than later. He became a best friend, and you would go over to their place all the time to hang out. Through seeing so much of the two of them, you had quickly developed feelings for Akaashi. He was so kind and every time he looked at you, your heart beat so fast you wondered if it was going to explode.

Bokuto had invited you to go to one of his games, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t excited. You didn’t really know what to expect from watching a professional volleyball game, but you threw on your favorite blouse and pair of high waisted jeans. You passed by your mirror and had to do a double take because you thought you looked so great. Hyping yourself up quite a bit, you couldn’t help but laugh as your front door opened.

“Hey, it’s me. Are you ready?” Akaashi called. You rounded the corner and actually had to catch your breath from how great he looked with a simple black t-shirt on.

“Yeah.” You grinned and grabbed your keys. Because you were distracted, you missed the fact that his eyes raked over your body. However, when you turned back to face him you did notice the slight pink to his cheeks. “Hey, are you feeling okay?”

“I feel as great as you look.” He muttered.

“Well in that case we should go. Bokuto probably wants to see us sooner than later.” You laughed, not really hearing what he had said other than he felt great.

The game was really entertaining and you loved seeing Bokuto's face every time he scored a point. You could see how people enjoyed his presence on the court. Not only that, but his teammates were all extremely talented as well. Every so often, Akaashi would look over at you. You thought it was sweet he kept making sure you were having fun. During one of the set changes, you stood up and yelled at Bokuto, who grinned and waved frantically. You turned around to face Akaashi and leaned against the bar, welcoming the feeling of how cold the metal was.

“Do you miss playing?” You asked. He looked at his hands and stood up, leaning on the bar so you were facing opposite directions.

“I miss playing with Bokuto.” He sighed. “We still play sometimes, but it’ll never be exactly how it was in high school.” His smile was so soft it made you wish you could have seen some of those games in person. Both he, and Bokuto always spoke very highly of their time at Fukurodani Academy.

Good morning, Y/N

You smiled at the text from Bokuto and responded with ‘It is indeed a morning.’ Tucking your phone into your back pocket, you smiled, remembering the night before. You had gone over to the guy's apartment and had a movie marathon of Disney movies. It started with Finding Nemo and ended with Oliver and Company. Of course, in between those two movies you watched several princess movies, including Tangled, in which Bokuto sang every single word of all the songs. It wasn’t very beautiful, but Akaashis laughter made it all worth it.

You turned around to make your bed, but as you did you smelled the most comforting smell in the world. Grabbing your shirt and holding it up to your face, you inhaled the scent of cedar wood and oranges. You had fallen asleep during one of the movies and about 2 am woke up to discover your head resting on Akaashis shoulder. Since you had been pressed against him for so long, his smell lingered on your clothes nicely. You had left their place around 3 in the morning and was glad that neither of them had noticed you cuddled up on Akaashi, or if they had they didn’t mention anything about it.

Looking in the mirror at yourself, you wondered if you should talk to Akaashi about how you felt. Your phone buzzed and you pulled it out to see Bokuto send a smiley face. You still had about an hour before you needed to leave for work, so you debated whether or not to ask Bokuto for thoughts he had about the situation. Tozen flashed across your mind and you shook your head. You had decided today was the day you were going to confront him. Biting your cheek, you typed out a quick message, hoping that it would take your mind off of your manager for a while.

‘Hey, can I ask for some advice?’ Your phone buzzed almost immediately in response.

Always. You looked at the text and took a deep breath. He was so calm when you guys texted, unlike how he was in person.

‘What if I really like this guy and I want to tell him?’ The response wasn’t as immediate and for a moment you wondered if you were wrong in asking.

If that’s your way of telling me you like me, it was horrible. You laughed out loud and shook your head.

‘I don’t like you, ya dummy.’ You typed. This time, the pause was longer than before. You brushed off any negative thoughts and started curling your hair. After you were completely ready for work, your phone buzzed and you let out a small sigh of relief.

Who do you like? You stared at the four words and wondered if you should really tell him.

‘It’s just someone from work.’ Your fingers hovered over the send button before pressing it.

Just tell them. Your brows furrowed together at the response. Before you could type out a reply, your phone buzzed again. I can’t talk anymore right now, but have a good day at work. You huffed and threw your phone into your pocket.

“Best advice ever.” You said dryly.

The end of the work day was approaching rapidly and you started to get more nervous with every passing moment. You had seen Tozen earlier and told him you wanted to talk after work. You felt like a robot, giving random information out to the children and families. No one seemed to notice your mind was somewhere else, but that probably was because you had so many useless facts stored in your brain from years of study that they came out naturally.

You gathered your things and sat in the break room, waiting for your manager to join you. Without anyone else in the building besides the janitors and Tozen, you contemplated whether this was actually a good time to talk or not. You pulled out your phone hoping to miraculously see a text from Bokuto but before you could see, you heard footsteps up the stairs. Once Tozen appeared in the doorframe your heart stopped completely. Your hand started shaking again but you were thankful you had the support of the chair beneath you. He smiled and went to close the door after him.

“Please leave it open.” You squeaked. He looked surprised and furrowed his brows before sitting down next to you. Scooting a few inches away from him, you looked at him in the eyes.

“What’s this about, Y/N?” He asked.

“I think there are some undiscussed feelings we need to address.” You placed your hand on the table, but immediately drew back when he went to grab it.

“You’re looking more serious than I thought you would be.” He mused. Your insides churned and you bit the inside of your cheek.

“I am very uncomfortable with how you treat me.” You said flatly as his eyes grew wide. “I’ve had several friends say that I should report you for sexual harassment.” He laid a hand across his mouth and looked at the floor. Saying all of this to him had your entire body shaking and you felt tears pricking at the edge of your vision. “Before I did that I wanted to talk to you to let you know my side of the situation.”

“I’m… I’m so sorry.” He muttered, making you gasp slightly.

“Are you just saying that because you were caught?” You said quickly, almost regretting your words. He looked up at you and after seeing the look on your face he shifted farther away from you. Your palms were sweaty but him moving made you feel a little less nervous.

“No. I am genuinely sorry.” He laid his head in his hands. “I feel so guilty right now, I actually thought you liked me. I had no idea you didn’t.” He said quietly. Hearing that made your mouth drop slightly open. “I read the situation so wrong.” You both sat there in silence for several moments. “I respect you as a person and as an employee. I had a friend get sexually harassed at work a few years ago and I saw what happened to her first hand so I know how uncomfortable it can be. I am so sorry that I put you through that.” He spoke with such pain in his voice that you had no idea what to say. After a deep breath you folded your arms.

“I want to continue working here.” You said. He looked up at you and nodded. “But I need some time away from you so please schedule me as opposite from you as you can.”

“I’ll make the changes immediately.” He said seriously. “I will respect your space and if you need to talk to me about work things, I will make sure there is another person present.” You exhaled and could feel your throat start to tighten up. “It’s going to take a while for you to forgive me, and I understand that. Please take all the time you need.” He thought for a moment. “In fact, don’t feel like you’re required to forgive me, because you’re not. The way I acted was not okay.” He stood up and headed towards the door. “If you need more parameters or anything please let me know.”

“Thank you.” You said. You felt like there were cotton balls in your mouth and tears definitely were threatening to spill out.

“Thank you for telling me. Again, I apologize for my actions.” He left and you waited a few moments before quickly going out and getting into your car. You sat there, your mind buzzing with what had just happened. You grabbed your phone and dialed the person you had texted last. When you heard the tone of the answering machine on Bokuto's phone you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Hey, I hope you’re home right now.” Your words came out a bit shaky so you paused before you continued. “I - I need to not be alone.” You hung up and before you knew it, you were standing on their porch.

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seanfalco · 5 years

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(More Than Just) Travel Partners - Part IV

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Jaskier x f!Reader Word Count: 3.7k Rating: E Warning(s): Smut a/n: okay so, I promise this is a reader insert. There is a plot relevant reason why the reader is introduced with a name, you just have to find out why. :3

[ Masterlist ]

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This was it, the hour of the king’s party.

Upon arrival at the palace you’d been surprised to find that even a humble minstrel such as yourself was to be treated like a guest, and you and Jaskier were shown to separate rooms to freshen up. Your stomach buzzed with anxiety as you checked your reflection in the large gilt framed mirror in your room.

Nerves about the party mixed with the lingering apprehension from your episode in the market the other morning until you were pacing the room, muttering positive affirmations under your breath in an attempt to calm yourself. The knock at the door startled you, but you were glad to see Jaskier standing there, a reassuring smile on his face.

“You ready?” he asked, his blue eyes flicking down to admire your new dress once more. “For the record, you look amazing, by the way.”

“We look amazing,” you insisted with a grin, admiring him in return. Suddenly you remembered the gift you had for him and swore under your breath, rushing back into the room, wanting him to wear it with his new doublet. “Hold on! Just a moment!”

Jaskier followed, watching you curiously as you rummaged through your belt pouch, left on the bed.

“Forget something?” he teased.

“Close your eyes,” you instructed instead, giving Jaskier a level look when he merely stared at you in confusion. “Come on we’ll be late. Close your eyes,” you repeated.

Sighing dramatically Jaskier obeyed, an amused half grin playing at his lips. “What are you going to do to me?” he asked coyly, wriggling his eyebrows though his eyes stayed closed.

“I’m going to prick you with this pin if you don’t stop moving,” you grumbled, fastening the small silver brooch you’d picked out at the market to his lapel. “There,” you breathed, stepping back. “You can open your eyes now.”

Jaskier’s eyelids fluttered open and his hand went to his collar and he turned toward the mirror. “You got this for me?” he murmured in disbelief, leaning closer to his reflection to get a better look.

“I saw it at the market and thought of you,” you replied simply.

When Jaskier didn’t respond you stepped up to his side, your reflection joining his in the mirror. “What’s wrong?” you asked, afraid you’d upset him somehow.

“Nothing.” He grinned, turning to you. “It’s just, I can’t remember the last time someone gave me a gift just for the hell of it. Thank you.”

You could already feel your cheeks heating. “Compared to how much you spent on this dress, it’s really nothing,” you murmured.

“Well I don’t think it’s nothing,” Jaskier said, hesitating before leaning forward quickly to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.

Without giving you time to react properly besides pressing your fingers to the place his lips had been moments ago Jaskier hooked his arm with yours and pulled you out into the hall, laughter in his voice.

“Come on, they’re gunna start without us if we don’t hurry!”

——

The throne room was resplendent in gold and royal purple with candles glittering on every surface and you couldn’t help but gape at the sight. Courtiers and revelers filled the long tables arranged around the great hall, decked in their finest garb and jewels, and you were somewhat surprised to find you blended in quite well in your fine new dress. The rich smells of the different dishes laden on every table had your mouth watering and you chewed your lip as you decided which you wanted to try first.

Catching Jaskier watching you with an amused smile you leaned in so he could hear you over the hum of voices. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” he teased dryly. “If you don’t pick your jaw up off the floor you may trip over it.”

“Rude,” you gasped, elbowing him in the ribs, unable to hide your smile as he winced.

Taking your place with the other musicians you eyed them as you began softly tuning your fiddle. You were the only woman in the group.

There was one bard that stood out to you above the rest, wending his way across the room, lute in hand, toward the royal table to speak with the king. He was a peacock of a man, his doublet richly coloured and the silk hat on his golden curls bore a ridiculously long feather.

“Let me guess, that fellow over there is the friend you met with yesterday?” you asked Jaskier. He glanced up from his lute, his gaze following yours.

“Yeah, that’s him, Monteforte,” he grumbled darkly. “At least Valdo Marx isn’t here,” he added under his breath as the King rose from his seat to address the crowd, welcoming them and calling for the food to be served. As he sat, the bard Jaskier had called Monteforte stepped out onto the floor with a flourish, much to Jaskier’s chagrin, his lips twisting with disdain during the man’s performance.

After a couple songs Monteforte swept his arm out, gesturing toward yourself and Jaskier. “Your Highness, I’d like to introduce my old friend, Jaskier and his lovely companion, Miss Aevryn.”

Jaskier threw you a shocked glance before composing himself and swaggering over to Monteforte. As you followed, trying to look half as self-assured, you noticed the way the guests tittered excitedly when Jaskier took the floor; several ladies’ gazes following him with interest as they spoke in hushed tones behind their silk fans.

Curtsying to the King to match Jaskier’s bow you positioned your fiddle under your chin and began to play on his count. Closing your eyes you focused on your breath and the feel of the strings beneath your callused fingers; the sound of the music and Jaskier’s voice filling the hall. Soon people were getting up to dance and the overall feel of the space was becoming more familiar to you, chasing away the nerves that threatened to overwhelm you.

After several songs Jaskier turned the floor over to you and you nodded to the rest of the musicians to back you up, playing the first notes of a lively hornpipe; looking to show off a little. Surveying the crowd when you could spare the concentration, you managed a smile and a wink for the King, who looked absolutely tickled, before finding Jaskier. You half expected him to be surrounded by a handful of young countesses or the like, but to your surprise he stood off to the side speaking with Monteforte, their eyes flicking to you as the other bard clapped Jaskier on the back.

‘What’s that all about,’ you wondered, dying to know just what the two were talking about.

Bowing to the King after several more songs you headed straight for your table and downed a glass of wine before searching the room once more for Jaskier. The revelers were everywhere now and it took several minutes for you to pick him out, circled by a group of noblewomen. Scowling, you poured yourself another glass, thinking to numb the pang of jealousy in your chest with more wine when Monteforte approached, his gloved hand extended.

“I’ve been waiting all night for this chance, my dear, and I’ll be damned if I don’t take it before someone else snatches you up. Won’t you please honour me with a dance?”

Taken aback you stared at his hand before glancing back to Jaskier, whose gaze met yours across the room. Clearing your throat you nodded, setting down your goblet and taking the bard’s hand. Joining the other dancers Monteforte spun you and you fell into step with him easily.

“Julian was right about you, you know,” he murmured cryptically, flashing you a charming smile.

“Julian?” you asked, confused.

“Forgive me, Jaskier,” he clarified with a chuckle.

“And what was he right about?” you asked, watching Jaskier out of the corner of your eye.

“That it would be a travesty if you were not in attendance tonight,” Monteforte replied smoothly.

“What do you mean?”

“Those were the words he used as he begged me for an invitation for the two of you. I must admit I was rather surprised that he was more worried about making sure you should be in the spotlight than himself. I’ve known Julian for a long time and believe me when I say that this is a first for him. I’d say he cares for you rather deeply. He hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off you all night, you know?”

Monteforte smiled knowingly as you fought for the words that were caught in your throat.

“Ah, speak of the devil,” he announced as Jaskier appeared at your side looking flustered, a frown creasing his forehead.

“Okay okay, that’s enough of that,” he exclaimed shooing the other bard away. “I’m cutting in now.”

Monteforte merely smiled as he bowed to you and backed away; the amused look in his eyes speaking volumes.

“Hey, he didn’t say anything, oh I dunno, inappropriate to you, did he?” Jaskier asked, a touch defensively and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“No,” you gasped with mirth as he spun you across the floor. “We talked about you actually.”

“Me?” Jaskier nearly stumbled, muttering something about loose lipped cads under his breath.

“Why did you tell me that Monteforte invited us to play tonight when he made it sound like you begged him for the honour? Is that why you didn’t want to meet him initially?”

The more questions you asked the more uncomfortable Jaskier appeared.

“I told him not to tell you,” he grumbled under his breath, glowering across the room at the other man. Turning back to you he sombered. “I”m sorry… I wanted to surprise you with this, and yes, I didn’t exactly want you to see me abase myself for this opportunity,” he admitted.

“He said you did it for me,” you murmured, watching his face carefully.

Jaskier’s eyes met yours as the music stopped.

“I did. I would do anything for you.”

The words were so soft you almost didn’t catch them as the next song began and the other dancers moved around you as you stood still in the middle of the floor. Overwhelmed with affection you did the first thing you could think of, leaning in to kiss him lightly on the cheek.

“Oh, Jask. Thank you.”

——

Jaskier sat down heavily on the edge of his bed as you took a swig from the bottle of wine you’d taken with you once the party had finally wound down. Giggling, you handed him the bottle before plopping down next to him.

“That was so amazing,” you exclaimed, replaying the evening over in your head, still in awe of everything you’d gotten to experience. Jaskier stiffened next to you as you leaned into his side, but didn’t move, instead offering you the bottle back.

Feeling slightly tipsy, but not yet drunk you shook your head, not wanting to worry about a hangover in the morning. Shrugging, he brought the wine to his lips for another long drink.

“So,” you mused, warm and slightly uninhibited; the words falling from your lips without filter. “You seemed a bit jealous when Monteforte asked me to dance.”

Jaskier choked on the wine, quickly pulling the bottle from his mouth to cough. “Wha -- no!” he spluttered, setting the bottle on the nightstand and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I certainly, was not, jealous,” he remarked haltingly.

A coy grin crossed your face. “I dunno, you extricated yourself from that group of ladies rather quickly in order to steal me away from your rival,” you pointed out.

Jaskier cleared his throat, not quite looking at you. “And I suppose you weren’t jealous either that I was surrounded by beautiful women all vying for my attention?”

“Nope, not at all,” you quipped, though your voice came out tenser than you planned.

“...Aev,” Jaskier sighed, his expression sobering. “How long are we going to keep up this farce?”

“What farce?” you asked, voice cracking, and in that moment you wished more than anything you had the bottle of wine back.

“That we’re not crazy for each other.”

“Jask…” You couldn’t remember leaning in, closing the already thin gap between Jaskier and yourself, but as your eyes flicked up to his you realized just how close you were and suddenly you hesitated; wanting so badly to just give in.

What’s stopping you? A voice in your head whispered.

I’m afraid, you whispered back. Afraid of trusting, only to get hurt again.

But think of what you’re missing if you don’t even try? The voice replied, giving no quarter. We both know you want this. Have wanted it for a long time now.

“Aevryn?” Jaskier breathed, his lips so close to yours and you shivered at the warmth of his breath against your skin. Closing your eyes you pulled away though every fibre of your being screamed in protest.

“I can’t.”

Your voice came out more like a strangled sob and you pushed off the bed, the urge to run growing.

“Why not?” Jaskier asked, following you to your feet. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh Gods, no!” you exclaimed, looking at him and then and knowing it was a mistake.

“Then why?” The crack of desperation in his voice was too much and you shuddered.

“Because if I kiss you now, i won’t be able to stop,” you whispered.

“Then don’t stop.”

Jaskier’s plea broke what little restraint you had left and you fell into his arms, your lips colliding.

The whine that left your throat was quickly swallowed as Jaskier deepened the kiss and you eagerly gave in, pulling him closer, stumbling back toward the bed as his hands roamed your body. Your head swam at the intensity behind his kisses and you tugged at his open doublet in a feverish haste to undress him.

Spinning you suddenly Jaskier tilted you back and a gasp burst from your lips as you fell to the bed and he shucked off his jacket, climbing over you to resume where he’d left off kissing you thoroughly. The soft moans and whimpers he managed to elicit sounded foreign to your ears, but all you could think was that you wanted more.

Desperately your hands went to his undershirt, fingers fumbling with buttons until the light fabric fell open, baring his chest, and you ran your fingers over the dark exposed hair. Humming into your mouth with pleasure at the feel of your hands on him Jaskier ran a palm up the outside of your leg, pushing up the tulle of your skirt and massaging your soft skin as his body pressed you further down into the mattress.

Your bodies nearly flush you gasped as you felt his arousal straining his trousers and the fog of lust cleared for a moment as the reality of what you were sprinting headlong toward caught up to you.

“Jaskier, wait,” you murmured hastily as his lips left yours to gasp a breath and he froze, worry flickering across his visage.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, the huskiness of his voice sending heat flooding through you despite your request.

“I need to tell you something first.”

“What is it?”

“My name isn’t Aevryn. It’s [ y/n ],” you blurted out, the urge to tell him the truth overpowering the white hot desire that gripped you.

Jaskier’s eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t interrupt as you quickly continued.

“I should have told you sooner, but I was afraid. I’ve been on the run, hiding for so long now,” you trailed off, shame welling up inside you and you turned your face to the side, unable to face him.

“Hey,” Jaskier murmured as he gently turned your face back to him, his hand caressing your cheek. “I know.”

Swallowing, you nearly gaped up at him. “You know?” you asked, unable to keep the incredulity from your voice.

“I guessed, anyway,” he admitted softly. “I figured you would tell me what you were running from when you were ready.” A chuckle burst from his lips then. “I didn’t exactly think it would be in the middle of getting hot and heavy.”

You couldn’t help but huff a laugh in return at the irony of it. “Yes well, I didn’t want you to go into this, believing a lie.” Taking a shaky breath you looked into his face, your hand reaching up to comb your fingers through his mussed chestnut hair falling over his forehead.

“Jaskier I’m married.” There you’d said it.

If he was surprised he didn’t show it.

“My-my… husband,” you began, fumbling over the word, now foreign to your mouth, “he’s a monster. He —“ Having to stop to take another breath Jaskier waited patiently, his thumb slowly caressing the length of your jaw as you fought to get the words out. “He would beat me when he was unhappy and-and… I had to get away from him and there was no other way.”

“Shh, it’s alright,” Jaskier quickly assured you, not wanting you to have to put your pain into words. “I get the picture…” Sadness filled his blue eyes, but he didn’t pull away.

“You’re not mad?” The question left your lips in a whisper. “You’re not going to leave me?”

“No.” The fierceness in Jaskier’s voice stunned you and all you could manage to do was stare at him. “Aev — [ y/n ],” he corrected, seeming to savor the sound of it, “I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to leave. I-I think I’ve finally discovered what pleases me and I’m not going to let it go.”

“Oh, Julian,” his given name fell from your lips and you tightened your arms around him, pulling him back down to you. “I want you,” you admitted softly. “Now there are no more secrets between us.”

A smile spread across his face and he leaned forward to press his lips to yours slowly, his kiss gentle but far from chaste, his teeth nipping at your lower lip as he pulled back slightly to catch your gaze. “I want you too,” he groaned, resting his forehead against yours.

“Then don’t stop.”

You purred his words from earlier back to him, your eyes finding and holding his as they darkened with lust. The low desperate growl that rumbled from his throat sent heat pooling low in your stomach and then his mouth was on yours again, though this time slow and deliberate as though he were savoring you like he savored your name.

Breaking to pull his shirt over his head he pulled you up with him, his hands deftly working to loosen the laces on the back of your dress as his lips explored your neck and jaw until your dress fell away. Lowering you back down Jaskier eased the delicate fabric down your waist and your lifted your hips so he could slide it off completely, letting it pool on the floor, soon joined by the remainder of his clothes.

By the flickering light from the fireplace you admired him, committing his body to memory, as no doubt he was doing the same. Crawling back over you, his hands gliding up your body stopped to caress your breasts as he kissed you, tasting you, the heat between your thighs spreading.

You could feel his hardness twitch against your thigh and you rolled your hips against him, pleased with the low groan it drew from Jaskier’s lips.

“Jaskier,” you moaned and could feel his grin against your skin as his hands continued their exploration of your fevered flesh. “Please…”

“Please what?” he asked, lifting his head to watch you.

“Please, touch me,” you said, breathlessly.

“Oh, but I am touching you,” he replied, pausing to trace a finger teasingly down your navel and over the crest of your hip; your body practically quivering in response. He was so close to where you wanted him and it was clear he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted until you begged.

“Jaskier please, you know what I want,” you tried again, but the coy smile that curved his lips wickedly made it clear you would have to say it.

“Do I?” he mused, leaning back down to trail kisses across your chest, nipping at your skin between each open mouthed kiss. The warmth of his tongue nearly drove you mad and you finally gave in.

“I want you inside me,” you gasped in frustration and Jaskier chuckled in response.

“Oh, like this?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow as he brushed his thumb over your throbbing cunt and slid a finger between your folds, adding a second one as you rolled your hips instinctively to meet each slow thrust.

“Are you always such a tease?” you managed to gasp, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Maybe I just want to take my time with you,” Jaskier replied, wetting his lips. Your eyes followed the quick swipe of his tongue, biting your lip as his fingers continued to move in and out of you, curling up to hit just the right spot. “All the best things are worth waiting for, are they not?”

Smiling, you pulled him closer, kissing his laughing lips, feeling the heat between your legs coiling. Just as you hit the brink, ready to overflow Jaskier pulled his hand away and the frustrated whine that left your lips only seemed to fuel him.

Before you could complain, you felt his length press against you, replacing his slick fingers and you shuddered as it teased your entrance.

“Oh please,” you whimpered, closing your eyes.

Jaskier kissed you slowly as he pressed into you by increments until he was fully sheathed. “Oh fuck.” The plea that tumbled from your lips was soon replaced by moans that grew louder as he began to move in you, thrusting slowly at first until he was certain you were accustomed to his size.

At some point you wondered if the guests in the rooms next to his could hear your cries, but you were past caring. All you could think of was him and how wonderful the moment was, how good and right he felt, until you could no longer think at all, the pleasure his every movement, his every touch overwhelming your senses, pushing you toward the edge.

Your cries reached a fever pitch, mixing with his string of praise and encouragement, begging you to cum for him, to call his name.

And you did.

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Not here...Not now (D.D)

Warnings: talks of naked bodies, nudes, swearing, dirty talk, sexting,

Requested: Anon said

You're supposed to meet with David after work at his place and he's been so busy with work lately you've been getting impatient. You show up, he's not there. You text to see where he is. He says he had to film with Jason driving around cause Jasons memory card broke. Annoyed but feeling flirty you step out of your comfort zone and start sending him pictures.

Gif by: @allthesepurplelights

I was finally on my way home. Thank the Lord. I seriously couldn’t have gotten out of that office quicker. I work in a tax office as a receptionist. I know worlds most boring fucking job ever. But it pays very well and money is not boring. Anyway, I was finally on my way to Davids place because we had previously agreed to stay in and just hang out. The two of us. We’ve both so busy with our work that we set aside tonight for us. I stop the car in the driveway after being let into the gate. I grab my bag, jacket, and my keys and make my way inside. I unlock the glass door and proceed to take off my glossy heather grey heels. I hang my keys on the hook and carry my bag to lay it down on the pool table.

“David! I’m home, baby!” I said excitedly. I waited a couple seconds for a response from him and nothing.

“David?!” I yell again while walking around the house. Confused, I decide to text him asking where he is.

You: Where are u?

It took him a while to text back with an excuse. I don’t want to sound petty and jealous but we set this day aside specifically.

David❤️: Holy shit, baby! I’m so sorry. I totally forgot. I had to film with Jason cause his memory card broke. I’m coming back right now.

“Aw man!” I yelled into the empty house. I knew he’d try and get here as soon as possible but it sucked that he wasn’t now. He does everything for me I should just be glad that he is trying. Some guys don’t but he does. As I start to trap myself in thinking about amazing my boyfriend is, an idea passed through my frustrated mind. Maybe he isn’t here, but I can sure as hell make him wish he was. I’ve been with this kid for 3 years, I know what it takes to ya know...get things started. I grab one of his shirts and my black lace panties. I throw my hair up and go to the mirror with my phone in hand. An outfit like this is sure to drive him nuts. I lift up the side of the shirt closest to the mirror and lean on my one leg to make my ass look big. I snap the picture and send it his way. This is revenge. He can never control himself when it comes to me no matter the time or the place.

Davids Pov

I felt awful. I know how long she’s been looking forward to our night and I ruined it. I told Jason the situation and he understood. He started to drive me back home which we were thirty minutes away from. When I suddenly get a picture sent to me from Y/N. I open my phone to see her in the big mirror with my shirt on and black underwear on.

“Jesus Christ.” I said quietly while choking on my tongue. She was gonna torture me in the car, over text message, with Jason in the car. She knows exactly how to fuck with me in that way and she knows I can’t control what happens down there when that time comes. I bite my lip and look to Jason who is too focused on the road to notice this. My fingers fly across the keyboard.

You: 1 image attachment

David❤️: Baby, not here...not now

Your Pov

It was working. I had this idea to start sending videos of me slowly taking off articles of clothing. I pressed record while doing different poses and stuff I then proceed to take off my panties and drop them on the floor. This was gonna kill him inside. But it wasn’t done there. I sent the video and felt absolutely no regret.

David pov

A video?! God this girl was trying to get me killed. I opened it while scooting a bit further back and raising my phone closer to my face. I press play and see her in the mirror still doing different poses amd she then uses one hand to remove her underwear and drop them on the ground. My jaw is practically on the floor. I watch the 9 second video over and over again to make sure what I’m seeing is real. I throw my head back whispering curse words to myself. I look back to my keyboard. This was starting and I couldn’t stop it.

David❤️: Stop. Now. I’m in a small car with Jason right now.

You: I bet this is killing you inside and you haven’t even seen me yet..

You: Dirty thoughts

She decided to send a video holding up the shirt passed her uncovered boobs. Exposing herself to me completely. I took a sip of water now sweat was running down places trying to keep myself contained. Oh my god this little bitch took it all off. She twirled around and shook her ass and ran off camera.

Your pov

I think I got my point across. In the last video I decided to shake my ass at the camera a little bit because David is and always has been, an ass man. That for sure drove him over the edge. I put my clothes back on because Davids guys friends would be arriving any second. I invited them over so that when David did get home he wouldn’t be able to get his hands on me. That would be the ultimate tease. A picture with these guys in mirror I was just naked in. I waited for them to arrive and literally in minutes they all did. I yelled hello and ushered them all inside. I greeted people and said hello to everyone. I suggested that we all take a picture in the mirror. I crouch down while the rest of them hold up peace signs or blessing positions. This was going to kill him.

Davids pov

One last picture I hoped. I open my phone to Y/N in the mirror with the guys. They had no idea what she was just doing. Now they are all going to be there when I get back so I will have to wait hours to get to her completely. She is the devil in an angels suit. She was the ultimate punisher. I inhale through my nose as we finally reached my house the driveway filled with cars. I walked in to all of the guys chilling and talking to one another some of them talking to Y/N. She gasped and got up slowly from her seat but came over to give me a kiss.

“Hi.” She said to me quietly. I looked at her up nd down. She looked like she had never done anything bad in her life. An innocent little snowflake but I was the only one that really knew how wrong that was. i touched her hip and pulled her a bit closer.

“I. Will deal with you later.” I growled in her ear. She shivered at the sound of me. Knowing I have that effect on her gives me such a power rush. She walks away from me swaying her hips back and forth in the process. God the things I was going to do to her. The night went on and we exchanged glances from time to time. When Zane was the last to leave Y/N shut the door behind him. I waited by sitting on the edge of the pool couch. She turned around and found me. She discarded her jacket.

“What now?” She said wrapping her arms around my neck. I stand up and I grab her ass so that she she can straddle me in the air. She wraps her little legs around me.

“Now, it’s my turn to tease you to death, and I won’t be going easy on you either.” I said into her ear. Her head leaned back as if she was gaining pleasure from me just talking to her like that.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” She said pecking my lips. I carry her into my room and throw her on the bed.

“You left me in a car trapped with Jason with all of these videos and pictures of you teasing me out of my mind which left me with the worst blue ball I’ve ever had and you have the audacity to ask me if I’m threatening you or promising this?” I said to her. She batted her thick lashes at me and looked up with her sparkling Y/E/C eyes. “Let’s just say...you’ll feel this tomorrow.”

Wow that took so much longer than I had originally thought. wow i hope you enjoyed anon!!

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floral-suits · 6 years

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An Unofficial Recommendation Masterlist of Harry Styles Smut by @pretty-hazza

aka the only things getting me through the hrought

@harryforvogue | Masterlist

Needy Baby | In which where Harry’s back from tour and his girl really just needs to feel him.

This Relationship of Ours I + II | In which Harry’s an ex-dominant and everyone’s really miserable.

Or anything under this tag

@honeyharrybaby | Masterlist

You Taste Like Art | It could never get old , the way his face fits perfectly in the dip of wetness between her legs, and her moans, don’t get him started on her fucking innocent little moans for him.

Oh, Baby Honey I + II | Her swollen bud is like honey to his tastebuds, and he can’t stop sucking on his very own never ending honeysuckle.

@beautiful----disasters | Masterlist

Dangerous Games I + II | Y/N and Harry play a simple game of pool together, with a dangerous twist.

Distractions | Harry finds an interesting way to distract you.

Saint | In which y/n misbehaves and has to deal with the consequences.

@smokeinherperfume | Masterlist

Breakpoint | In which you say something you never thought you’d need to.

Fashion | In which you get something new, and Harry takes notice.

Fixation | In which you’re feeling a little mouthy and Harry knows just what to do.

@haaarry | Masterlist

Harry and Niall Invite Y/N Over for a Threesome

Harry is Mean to Y/N and she Doesn’t Really Understand why

Harry Teaches Y/N About Self Love

@harryandmesohappily | Masterlist

Take em Off | In which Harry wants his favorite shirt back. When he makes Y/N take it off, things sorta escalate from there.

Peanut Butter & Apples & Daddy Kink | In which Harry likes to jokingly call himself “daddy” and it gets a little too real one night with Y/N.

@carolina-writings | Masterlist

Good Vibrations

The toy

@harrysbaebyhoney | Masterlist

In Which Y/N is Needy Before Harry’s Concert

@haroldloverboy | Masterlist

In Which Harry has Really Nice Thighs and Y/N is Needy

In Which Harry Doesn’t Like Bratty Girls and Y/N can be Quite the Beggar

In Which Y/N has a Sugar High and Harry Hates not Being in Control

@smugzayn | Masterlist

I’ll Be Good for you, Daddy I II + III

Harry’s Feeling Playful and You’re his Favorite toy

@stylesbabygirls | Masterlist

Literally everything on her masterlist is pure smut it’s amazing

@trulymadlysydney | Masterlist

Giving in | In which Harry and Y/N are too impatient to wait until Valentines Day…

Soaking wet | In which you’ve had a horrible day, and Harry just wants to make you feel better.

Praise Kink I + II | In which Harry is incredibly nervous and y/n knows just how to calm him down.

@hazzlot | Masterlist

Bratty | A small piece where Y/N can’t get Harry’s attention, so she pouts and decides exactly how to grab his attention.

Mouthy I + II | A little piece where Harry isn’t going to take Y/N’s bratty attitude.

Childish | A piece where Y/N gets a tad jealous, and Harry has to show her she’s the only one he wants.

@adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy | Masterlist

No Control | Harry likes to play by his rules, and when you decide to break them, punishment is definitely on his To-Do list. If there is one thing you find out is that when it comes to sex with Harry, you have no control.

Pre Show Snack | Doctors recommend eating five times a day– three meals and two snacks inbetween. Harry gets a bit hungry before a show, and you look really appetizing at the moment.

Sorry | He’s tired, but not as tired as you think.

@jawllines | Masterlist

Harry is a Porn Star and Y/N is new

Harry is Y/N’s Dominant

Y/N is Stressed and Sick and Harry is her Nurse

Harry Thinks Y/N is Just Adorable I II III IV V

oof that took like a whole hour to make

oh and of course i also have smut but none of it is as good as the people listed above so check them out first!!

ps feel free to give me more to add to the list

pps i’m sorry if i didn’t include you / forgot about you! i mostly tried to include imagines rather than blurbs but who knows what actually ended up on here by the time i’ve published it

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70swonderpoisonstark · 5 years

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Poison ( IV )

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. Mentions of domestic violence and sexual assault(no details or descriptions) I’ll update these as the chapters come out

recap: the team has been desperately searching for you, but you’ve never been a predictable catch.

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Months of searching, months. They knocked on every door of every person on the list, tracked every donation, stood on every street corner, and found nothing helpful.

"I don't know who donated that, we're very thankful, so if you do find her, tell her we are so very blessed by her loving deed." The receptionists were too nice, they definitely knew something, they had to, right?

"You think even if I knew her name that I'd give it to you? My child, and a a lot of these children were able to eat because of her. Medical bills, education, groceries she just comes, knocks on our doors and hands us the money. I hope you never find her."

"Yeah, I know who you're talking about. Ivy's not her real name, but that's all we ever get. She gives us what we need to be safe, clean needles, condoms, ways to defend ourselves. She bailed Mary over there out of jail a week ago, totally unfair the way she got arrested. I doubt you'll get much more out of anybody else. We know she's not an Avenger like you guys or anything, but knowing she's around, and cares, makes life out here a lil easier."

These were the responses they got from everyone they questioned. Nobody was willing to give them anymore information than they already knew. You were smart enough to transfer the money through various account trails, all leading to different banks in different countries the US wasn't allowed to have access to, so that was a dead end too.

"Who the hell is this chick? She's poisoned multiple people out of cold blood, stolen millions upon millions of dollars from various organizations and people, and just gives it away? What kind of threat are we dealing with here? What makes her charities different than the ones she's stealing from? Why these families, why these street corners?" Tony was in overload, something that started out so simple spiraled way the hell out of control. He knew chasing a criminal was going to be a challenge, it always was. However, you gave them the leads, and still, not an ounce of information was given.

"I'm thinking the same thing, Stark. We're missing something here, it's not adding up right." Steve glanced over to his friend, everyone was consumed in confusion, but Bucky, he had no idea what to think. Why had she given him the information, what did she mean by she liked him, why did she trust him of all people?

Buried in thought, the team returned to the compound exhausted from another day with no new leads. As they entered the building, soft laughter broke the silence of the semi-defeated heroes. Immediately refreshing the team, all thoughts of a good night's sleep escaped into the wind along with Peter's soft laugh. Tony, who had left Peter at the compound to finish homework, took the lead due to his imminent worry for Peter's safety above everything else.

"Kid, you doing alright in there?" He yelled out into the living area where he last saw Peter. He could hear a feminine laugh along with Peter's, did he have the balls to invite a girl over while they were gone? No, not Petey, there was no way, plus they were so far away from his school..

"Yes Mr. Stark! Mr. Banner's niece stopped by while you guys were gone so we've been hanging out waiting for you guys to get back!" He heard papers rustling and a chair scooting. Tony's hair stood up on end, his muscles clenched, and his heart rate accelerated as the adrenaline rushed throughout his body.

Banner doesn't HAVE a niece.

And if he did, he surely would've shared that she was coming to visit. Tony walked out into the living area, trying to remain as calm as possible to gauge what exactly they were up against. Natasha and Clint headed for higher ground, hoping to gain the upper hand in whatever was about to go down. The rest of the team followed Tony, all to be entirely taken aback.

There you were, the woman they'd been trying to find for way too long, sitting in the living room of one of the most state of the art buildings with a whole ass teenager. You were in a leather jacket, a "Save the Fucking Planet" t-shirt, bell-bottom jeans, and converse, casually talking to Peter. Your red hair was unmistakable, and for Bucky, your piercing (Y/E/C) eyes solidified the fact that it was you.

"Let's not make this awkward, shall we? I know Widow and Bird boy number one are a floor above with their sights locked, bird boy number two probably went around back and is coming from that direction to try and capture me. Well, I have no intention of being thrown in jail, so, if you'd like to avoid a very unnecessary conflict I suggest everybody calm the hell down and chill the fuck out." Nobody moved a muscle. They weren't going to negotiate with a criminal, not in their own house. You groaned, tired of fighting everybody you ever came into contact with, and rolled your exhausted eyes. "Are y'all always this prejudice? I came here, and hung out with your kid, who's probably one of the coolest teens I've ever met, just a by the way. If I wanted to harm you, I would have started with the youngling and picked you guys off as you entered the building, not helped the spider-kid with his homework." Still nothing. Good intentions pave the way to hell, and nobody, especially Tony, was going to risk dropping his guard because a terrorist said so. "Okay fine, we can do this the hard way." As you spoke your last word Natasha and Clint were ripped from the top floor, a thick, green vine had wrapped around their ankles and torn them off their feet. Plummeting them down a story, stopping only an inch short of the ground where they now hung upside down. Tony readied the blasters, Rhodey secured his mask, Steve's shield was in his hand in less than a second, and Bucky was hesitant, but ready to fight. Thor glanced around the room, his kingly intuition analyzing the scene in front of him, anxiously weighing his options, would this be worth the risk? You weren't engaged in battle until you were forced, you posed no threat to the most vulnerable, and even Banner wasn't hulked out.

"WAIT!" Thor yelled to his colleagues. "Wait just a damn minute! Are we willing to risk injury and destruction to our dwelling, to fight a woman whom we've just spent hours looking for, and who was with the child of spiders for Odin knows how many hours? Are you unharmed, son of Tony?" He looked at Peter, who was red in the face, scared, and embarrassed that he'd let a bad guy into the actual Avengers compound. Peter shook his head, he was having the worst anxiety attack of his life being in the middle of all this, but he was physically intact.

"Hey, Petey" You moved closer to him, making him flinch, but fear kept him relatively close. "I know this is a lot for you right now, all of us pointing things at each other, but if you want to go over towards Tony and the rest of your family I won't hurt you." You gave a reassuring forearm squeeze and shifted you full attention on Peter. You now had your back to the team completely vulnrable, looking Peter dead in the eyes with a caring, strong, and kind demeanor that confused the other half of the room while reminding Peter of his Aunt May. Natasha was trying her hardest to free herself from the vined-snare, they just kept growing back anytime she made progress.

"No, I think I'll stay where I am if you don't mind."

"Of course not, love. I don't think it's the safest option for you, but you won't have to listen to me yell at you later." You winked at Peter, who was now completely carefree with his position. Thor had a point, all you had to do was drug him or something and he'd have been dead by the time they'd gotten back, but instead you'd helped him with his advanced biochemistry homework. "If you change your mind let me know, there's no need for you to get hurt in all this, okay?" Another reassuring smile, as your gaze shifted Peter could see your demeanor change, you were fierce, and tense and ready for anything. He knew it was wrong, but Peter kind of liked you. He admired the strong, and if you're ballsy enough to face the entire Avengers team by yourself, that was a pretty strong feat to even try.

Tony hated it, but he was going to entertain the idea, if Peter wouldn't come over to him so he could blast this bitch into mulch then he'd have to play it safe for Peter's sake, who was in so much trouble Tony couldn't think about what to do with him.

"Fine. We'll sit, but the second something sounds or looks funny I'm arresting you, release my assassin's." And you did, they dropped with a thunk, and the guns and weapons they had on their possession were confiscated into the new plant life that enveloped the living room. The team reluctantly sat along the three long couches in the room after what felt like an hour of disarming everybody in the room except Thor and Banner. With the couches full and you standing, they all began to worry about an off guard attack, but just as Tony wiggled out his hands, you GREW a fucking throne made entirely out of a tree that spouted in the middle of their hardwood floor.

"So. You've heard, and seen a lot of me over the past weeks. Lots of stolen things, maybe a hundred bodies, and large amounts of money. All of that ring a bell, yes?" The team, still reserved and hypervigilant slowly nodded, never taking their eyes off of you. "Well, first of all I want you guys to relax, you're not in any danger unless you want to be. I, am Ivy, obviously, and you've all met Viktor, who is not here fyi, and I'm an advocate for plant and human rights. The media still thinks I'm a man of great brute strength and blah blah blah. So. I have a preposition for you."

"And why would we listen to anything you have to say, murderer?"

"Ooh, talk about your cold shoulder." The corners of your mouth turned down, revealing a frown, with absolutely no real emotion behind it. "You know," As you spoke, a very large very frightening thing grew next to you. "I always wondered how many people died in that alien attack however many years ago, or that robot escapade across the world, or even that DC disaster not too long ago? Anybody? Death toll counts? Start at what, at least a couple hundred thousand?" You sat and waited, nobody was going to throw stones at you, especially not when they lived in glass houses. Absolute silence filled the room, tension spreading thick through the air like the plague.

The Avengers were collectively pissed, and rightfully so. This Villainess walks into their home, converts THEIR spider-kid, and is now throwing this in their faces? The only thing keeping any of them going was knowing you'd be arrested in about half an hour. Tony couldn't think of enough ways to broadcast your arrest, would he be the one to escort you to that max security prison in the middle of the ocean? He sure hoped so.

"So, everybody here has killed somebody, yes? Except for you Petey, I know you wouldn't hurt a fly." You flashed him what seemed like a genuine smile. Peter knew the death left after the Avengers battles weighed heavily on Mr. Stark, and none of them were on purpose, he wasn't a bad guy at all, he was just doing his job and the bad guys were the ones who hurt all those people.

You didn't want to re-traumatize the avengers, you knew they were just good people attempting to help a vulnerable world. But they were already looking down on you, thinking of you as a lesser, evil being. Maybe a little sadistic, but evil? Certainly not.

"Not on purpose, not through poisoning, not slowly and painfully how you do it."

"Oh Sammy dear, I think internal bleeding after a buildings fallen on you is a pretty slow and painful death, wouldn't you say?" Another smart-ass smile.

"We never killed on purpose. Innocents have died yes, but never on purpose, and always with a large emotional toll on all of us. You kill on purpose, you take people out one by one. The media may not be on to you, but we know the call signs." So noble, thinking death in any way is better than another.

"Aw Stevie, I'm sure your thoughts and prayers really mean a lot to the families whose loved ones were taken away and never mentioned because the rest of this city was too busy sucking your dicks to care." You shook your head in disbelief, they really didn't know? These "great guys" that wound up dead, they thought THEY were innocent. Good lord, for a unit ran by an intelligence agency, they were fucking idiots. "Do you guys even know the targets I took out? What their skeletons in the closet were? What they did in their spare time? I could name chilling details about every single man and woman I've killed, and trust me I remember all of them." You waited again, you knew you didn't have to explain yourself, but you needed them to trust you if you were to get what you wanted.

"Chad Emerson. Great guy, faithfully married, donated millions to orphanages around the globe, adopted and raised children who weren't adopted before the age of 16. You poisoned him in his penthouse suite, leaving a single black rose behind. What could have been so wrong with that guy?"

"Chad Emerson? That's who you picked for your first option, as if the red flags weren't big enough with him. Try twenty-four charges for sexual assault of a minor that were all dropped due to the fact that he had money, and 'provided them with a better life'. Try embezzling money from his wifes non-profit, and using that to participate in sex trafficking of, you guessed it, MINORS. Any more questions?" Keep 'em coming, You going to rip the roof of off the rich guy ring of corruption.

"Brandon Wilfred. Again, faithfully married, raised two brilliant children, lives quietly with his wife in the middle of nowhere, and occasionally donates to wildlife and ocean preservation organizations. You strangled this one with a plastic garrote in his living room, again leaving behind a single black rose." Ugh, again with the faithfulness, is monogamy held that high in society that not cheating on your partner made you a saint? It's boring how low the standards are.

"Wilfred, he was a fun one actually. Yes because he not only cheated on his wife any second he got a chance, but also beat the living hell out of her if she said anything about it. I'm not even talking about confronting him, just asking him to wash the sheets afterwards, or at least telling her to leave before fucking his twenty-three year old mistress on the kitchen table. She's had more ER visits within the past year than some of you have had all your life. Oh and the donations? Just a cover to hide the fact that his factories and businesses have been ruining my planet's seas and poisoning her skies with toxic waste and mass amounts of CO2 production. Conservation? All that man knew how to do was exploit and ruin."

This went on for some time, each person they named worse than the last, all violent, corrupt, and some down right evil, not a single one of them were anything like what they presented. The harsh justice you gave them made the Avengers very uncomfortable. You were killing them, ending their lives for good, and didn't care because what they had done had evened out your sin of murder. It was a wicked way to think, terrifying at the least for anybody around you.

"Okay, we get it, every rich man or woman with the white picket fence is a corrupt asshole who abuses their partners and children and animals and steals and lies and cheats and steals. Why are you here, and why should it matter to us?" Tony was not falling for this bullshit. He understood that they deserved punishment, but actually killing in cold blood was wrong.

"Because I want to make a deal. You bring me onto the team, provide legal support for the women, children, and families affected by this cities corruption, and I'll stop killing, and become a full forced good guy." You knew this would be a tough sell, however, you had a slight feeling that things might go her way.

"That's it? You'll stop killing, and we're supposed to just welcome you to the team? You lie, and cheat, and steal-"

"And give the money back to the people! The people you seem to deem unimportant and forgettable!" You were on your feet now. "You say you care about this city but I never see any one of you volunteering in low income neighborhoods. I don't see you providing care for the homeless and the prostitutes. Thousands of people are starving and freezing to death on these very streets. You say you protect this city, but suddenly that protection stops once you hit a certain tax bracket."

**6 Months later**

After a very heated argument, long talks, a contract, extensive fingerprinting, DNA samples, and blood draws, you were allowed to be trained. Your only drawback was that you refused to give them your real name. You'd deleted your true identity years ago, they couldn't trace your DNA to anything or anyone even if they tried. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) did not exist anymore, you'd buried her a long time ago, and refused to share that intangible information with the team, only giving them Ivy, or Poison. You weren't trained as a member of the team, but at the very bottom of the totem pole. You were taught how to punch, how to kick, and how to defend yourself from a thirteen year old with no previous fighting experience. It was awful, but you knew deep down you needed another way to provide for your loved ones. You weren't trained with the other entry level recruits, which was nice; however, one on ones with various members of the team wasn't all that great either. They would either keep it at a beginner level, or use their time to try and kill you. Natasha was your favorite person to train with solely because she never went easy on you. Sure, waking up with two swollen eyes, a busted lip and a fucked up shoulder wasn't your favorite way to start your mornings, but after a while it turned into one black eye, then none, then just shoulder pain, and eventually just busted up knuckles.

The team hated you, or at least they wanted to. After spending time with you for six months they couldn't deny you weren't too terrible of a person. You spent a lot of time by yourself, but the conversations you did have with them were either insanely intelligent or outrageously hilarious. They would get all wrapped up in the conversation and forget they were talking with a confessed serial murderer. You had multiple PhD's, making you one of the most educated members on the team, spoke twelve different languages(Including Russian which really shocked the hell out of Bucky and Natasha one morning), and were tech-savy. You were helpful with chores, cooking(which always made everybody very nervous, you WERE poisonous), rarely complained, and spent your free time in the med bay helping injured recruits.

You, however did complain a lot, to yourself at least. You were not used to rules and regulations, strict training schedules, and intense security. You were forced to sign a log telling FRIDAY when and where you were going, how long you estimated you'd be there, and tracker installed into your phone (which you were very capable of disabling, but that wouldn't be a very good way to build trust, would it?). You were still allowed to help your people out, Tony was more than willing to help provide for the less fortunate, especially if it meant people stopped dying on both sides, and even started mapping out a Stark refuge for the struggling and homeless. He said it would include a food pantry, basic necessities, shelter, and healthcare.

It was a Friday night when the team finally started to warm up to you. Game night to be exact. The team had mandatory bonding time every great once in a while to ground themselves from the busy day to day of tracking hostile threats. You had just gotten back from a twelve hour shift at the hospital (Twelve PhD's were paid for by a Nursing career((and stolen money from now-dead men but shh))) and were walking past the living room to the kitchen when a drunk Natasha invited you to come relax with them for the night. You froze, not knowing whether this was a trick or a joke.

"I'm being serious P, we're being normal people for once and I think there's more to you than we know and we have WINE!" Okay, you can either run away screaming and potentially murder your chances at these people actually accepting you, or you can take a deep breath, make your way over to the group of people that have kicked your ass for the past six months and deal with whatever repercussions come later. The second one was less humiliating... and it did give you a chance to build rapport.

**2 hours later**

They had drank their way through seven bottles of wine, a large flask of Asgardian mead, two bottles of whiskey, and a very miniscule amount of water. The team was crying laughing and playing truth or dare, each answer seemingly getting more and more detailed.

"Truth." Natasha said, slurring the entire word.

"Uhhh, if you had to sleep with anybody here, who would it be and why?" Tony always went for the sexual ones. Shocking

"OH OH OH!!! I, It would have to be, hm, UH, fuck, uhhhh. Wanda." Cue intense laughter from all the females. "The rest of you are unnaturally greasy and she's the only one I'd be okay with seeing me naked." The men were appalled, however you, Nat, and Wanda were laying face down on the ground shaking with laughter.

"Okayokayokay, Ivy, you know the question, pick!" Though Wanda was sitting on the ground, she swayed with every word and ended up leaning on you as she yelled.

"Truuuuth. Y'all ain't gettin me to do nothin." Giggling filled the room again, You couldn't tell if it was just the girls that were drunk or if everybody else was as trashed and you were. It didn't really matter though, you were actually having fun with these people and you'd do anything to keep it going.

"What actually ARE your powers? Are you just a really good gardener or what?" Oh shit, she wanted to get personal.

"I, can do lots of things, growing scary plants, I can make this thing that makes everybody become like super duper high, uh, I'm immune to all poison, duh, I can charm snakes, I can do a lot of things, mostly plant ssstuff though." You were trashed, swaying, slurring, giggling, the whole nine, and nothing, absolutely nothing could get you to stop staring at Bucky. He was so stunning, even as he sat there and pretended he didn't notice you glancing at him the entire night. He was so off, so unique, an emotionally vulnerable man who truthfully wanted nothing more than to be happy again. You could just eat him up, honesty in men was, in your experience, very hard to come by. (Unless you have them dangled over a balcony but shh)

Bucky watched on as the group became more and more drunk, his eyes never leaving the cold blooded woman beside Natasha. He barely spoke to you the entire time you were around the team. How do you say "Hey you tried to kill me and knocked me out every time we met but I can't stop thinking about you for some reason and I'd like to know why." without sounding like a freak? You were smart and funny and kind of a bitch but in a good way? You had to be messing with him, or up to something entirely. You were slipping your drug into his coffee or blowing it into his air vents, he couldn't be this invested in somebody with a wrap sheet like yours. but here he was. Something about you made him crazy, he hated it, and it wasn't exactly something he could share with his teammates.

"She's actually pretty hot huh tin man?" Sam fucking wilson nudged Bucky as the inner circle kept going with truth or dare.

"She killed people, for sport, Sam." Bucky shot him a death stare, yes, watching you interact was enough to get Bucky to think about an unwholesome thing or two.. He was NOT sharing that with Falcon of all people.

"Yeah but that adds to it, the dark, secret, mysterious 'I could stab you and make you say thank you' vibe's kinda hot." Bucky rolled his eyes, feeling his facial expressions reacting to Sam's shallow statement before his mouth even had time to speak. "That's fine if you don't think so, Cap obviously does." Whiplash. Bucky had turned towards his best friend so fast he was sure his brain slammed into the bones of his skull. Bucky had hoped Sam was teasing to get a reaction out of him, but Steve really was close to you.

"So you can just touch somebody and poison them?" Steve slowly moved closer to you as you answered him. He wanted to know how, somebody as innocent looking as you could kill a person simply by placing your soft hand on their shoulder. You seemed sweet enough, but that's probably why you were so good at your job. OLD job, Steve corrected himself.

"Well kindaaaaa, it's whatever I feel like at the moment." Your body shook slightly as you giggled, causing you to just barely lean into Steve as you spoke. "Like when I met you and Bucky for the first time, instead of poisoning you I just made you really really angry and full of lust." Steve lowered his voice and drunkenly whispered into your ear.

"Are you doing that to me now?" Steve had searched his brain for months trying to find a reason why he found you attractive, not just physically, but as a person you were intense. You never took no for an answer, rarely compromised, were tough as nails, and never backed down from a fight. Your intelligence took the whole team by surprise, you were almost always right and rarely bragged about it. Steve loved all those things, but Natasha was the same way and he didn't feel like this around her. He chalked it up to the alcohol and decided to let the conversation go wherever it was supposed to.

"Are you angry right now? Cause that might be because you suck at this game." Smirking, you winked at the drunk Captain. People were so predictable when they drank. You couldn't deny how handsome he was though. His muscles, the golden boy reputation, his undying loyalty to the people, it was all very enticing... You tilted the amber whiskey bottle back, a little to forcefully and fell backwards pulling Natasha with You.

"Dammit Ivy!" You yelled at yourself, they were all sitting down so it's not like you were in any pain, just embarrassed at how clumsy you never failed to be. Natasha looked over to you, she really was enjoying hanging out with you, and you really liked being liked. The girls were both laughing as you handed Natasha the whiskey bottle. "Apparently I've had too much."

Bucky loved watching you, but watching Steve flirt with you heated his blood to a not so safe level. His super-soldier hearing didn't help much either, the circle might not have heard Steve's flirty whisper, but Bucky sure had.

"I think it's time for me to go to bed, one of you are going to wake me up at the ass-crack of dawn to fuck me up." You tried to stand, but your legs were numb from sitting so long, and the alcohol hadn't helped either. The girls all laughed daintily as you tried to stand straight, you were wobbly, and your steps, when you finally did get up, were crooked and stumbled. You thought you had finally gotten the hang of it when you tripped over your feet, bracing for impact you tensed up, only to be caught by the one and only Bruce Banner. Steve wasn't far behind, and Bucky had shot straight up out of his chair when he saw her trip, much to Sam's amusement, but Banner had gotten there first.

"Thanks, Bruce. I don't understand how my own two feet can plot against me like this." You smiled weakly, embarrassed again by your own clumsiness.

"Self-sabotage, the worst kind. Let me walk you up, if FRIDAY wakes Tony that you're passed out on the floor he might have flashbacks." Looking at Bruce's soft features made it so obvious as to why Banner was your favorite. He was the only person that never treated you too much like a villain. He was always asking you questions about your research, if you'd read a new article that had come out about microbiology, your day. He was like the cool brother you'd never had, and that made you open up as much as you could with Bruce. You took his arm and followed him to the elevator and all the way to your room.

"I appreciate you Bruce, I knows it's a lot of gross emotion but, you're family to me now. Jus figured you sould know." Drunk, blurry vision, barely able to stand, and now you were professing emotion? You needed to stay far away from the liquor with these people for sure. YOu were sure it would have weirded the always quiet Bruce out, but he cracked a faint smile, kissed you on the forehead and spoke.

"Welcome to the team, Ivy."

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// How’s it doing so far?? I’m really liking how it’s all going so far! P.S. if you guys want to throw random vocab words at me I’ll try and find a way to incorporate them and tag you! Thanks for reading! May Odin bless you! //

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◣ F I V E T H I N G S !! ◥

fill in the categories with 5 things that your character can be identified by. repost, do not reblog !!

TAGGED BY. I stole this dkghkdhgkdhg TAGGING. anyone who wants to!! this was neat!!!

✖ I. EMOTIONS / FEELINGS.

01. languidity: effortless slow grace, but in a manner that indicates long-term fatigue 02. impishness: naughty mischievousness, prone to teasing and mild cruelty 03. intelligence: pattern recognition, tapping an array of chemical and medical knowledge 04. pensiveness: careful meticulous thought, a contemplative demeanor 05. pragmatic pessimism: one too many times being burned, almost losing everything.

✖ II. GREETINGS.

01. A soft, polite smile, followed by a “ Hi there. Can I help you? “ 02. A roll of the eyes and a slumping of her shoulders; “ Oh no. What now? “ 03. Her hand touching a shoulder, and slowly drifting to touch the back of a connected neck before dropping back to her side. 04. A lithe giggle accompanied by a dark threat. 05. Loudly remarking “ HOW ARE THE HEMORRHOIDS HOLDING UP? ” in public, when surrounded by a large crowd.

✖ III. COLORS.

01. Royal blues: clean, sanitized sensations, evocative of water. 02. Dark blues: her short, tousled hair, almost black in poor lighting. 03. Shades of black: plague and death. 04. Translucent whites: cure and recovery. 05. Ruddy brown: thoughtful eyes combing through research data.

✖ IV. SCENTS.

01. Bleached hard surfaces, clean and sanitary, but evokes a sense of sickliness. 02. Coffee with caramel notes: there’s doubtlessly a coffee mug somewhere on her desk. 03. Almonds. Her soaps, shampoos, and lotions all have sweet, subtle hints of almond. 04. Plastics and latex. A faint smell, but persistent with the plethora of disposable medical equipment. 05. Hand sanitizer, standard procedure before touching any patient.

✖ VI. OBJECTS.

01. A tablet with medical information and records. Precious cargo, full of information that can’t be lost. 02. Various jewelry pieces, few of any value but many of particular style and comfort. Chokers, bracelets, necklaces, rings, and so on. 03. A tube of dark burgundy nailpolish, usually found on her bedside nightstand. 04. A soft, black leather jacket, well-worn and well-loved. 05. Three degrees, framed and hung above her desk at home.

✖ VII. VICES / BAD HABITS.

01. Vengeance and retaliation directed at those who cause her harm. Rarely violent or loud in nature, but instead quiet undermining and subdued resistance. 02. Obsessive checking and double-checking and triple-checking of measurements and mathematic information. What is the precise ratio for the chemical compound? How does height and weight of the patient factor in? Is the measurement precise? How precise? 03. Popping joints and knuckles, usually her fingers and sometimes her toes. 04. Enforcing social and emotional distance: standoffishness. People who get the closest to you are capable of causing the most harm. 05. Scab picking: the only way to stop it is to have it wrapped up very, very well.

✖ VIII. BODY LANGUAGE.

01. Lackidasical posture, leaning back or forward and rarely sitting/standing upright. Legs crossed and tossed up on a desk, or stanced-wide on the floor in front of her to support hunched-over elbows. 02. Menacing scowls that put a “ resting bitch face “ to shame. 03. Rubbing the back of her own neck when anxious, usually pulling fingers up and through her scalp. 04. Hands shoved in pockets, whether they’re on a labcoat or a jacket. 05. Touching her tablet to her chin while thinking and reviewing important data it contains.

✖ IX. AESTHETICS.

01. Quiet urban boroughs: a small-town intimacy with big city proximity. 02. Modern apartments with dark kitchen cabinets and pale hardwood floors. 03. The scent of dried herbs, powdered bones, and other traditional medicines. 04. footsteps in a coagulating pool of blood, dragging the stain across the floor. 05. cool, clean white sheets lazily hanging off a bed.

✖ X. SONGS.

01. invite me in - wild ones 02. marrow - st vincent 03. love you lately - ariana and the rose 04. sunsets, pt 2 - sg lewis 05. assume the worst - drama

#;GAME OVER. 🕷 ( memes. )#;THE DOCTOR IS OUT. 🌡️ ( ooc. )#;MEDICAL RECORDS. 🏵️ ( hc. )#ok wow this meme is rLY FUN

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Anonymous | pt. iv

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Scenario: Tumblr AU Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader Word Count: 1230 Rating: T

Summary: Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never met? You just shot to tumblr fame when the latest chapter of your webtoon went viral. Messages start flooding in – hundreds of people saying things good and bad alike. One anon catches your eye, and you find you just have to reply to them…

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Dear Author,

You’re invited to this year’s ComicCon! We are glad to extend this invitation to you and look forward to seeing you there.

Sincerely,

The WEBTOON Team

[7:06 PM] C: I saw your post about comiccon [7:06 PM] C: That’s huge wow [7:09 PM] You: It feels so surreal I still can’t believe this [7:10 PM] You: I mean I’ll get to meet all my favorite authors [7:11 PM] You: Like from ungodly and midnight moon [7:11 PM] You: Aaahhhh [7:11 PM] You: Sorry I’m fangirling haha [7:12 PM] You: Even us authors aren’t immune [7:13 PM] C: Hahahah that’s cute [7:14 PM] C: I bet they’re all just as excited to meet you [7:15 PM] C: I know I am ;) [7:18 PM] You: You’re coming??? Oh my god

Anonymous asked: so do we get jin-ho’s POV in today’s update pleaaaase i miss him

See for yourself! It’s up :)

Anonymous asked: fmk: jin-ho, seong-jin, or C ;)

WHY IS EVERYONE SHIPPING US

Anonymous asked: because we belong together ;) - C

Aaahhhh stop it, you ;;;;

[9:36 PM] C: Yeah, I’ll be there [9:36 PM] C: See if you can find out who I am [9:38 PM] You: Challenge accepted! [9:39 PM] You: But omg I’m so much more excited [9:40 PM] You: I get to meet my biggest fan hahah [9:40 PM] You: I’m nervous now [9:42 PM] C: Why lol I’m harmless [9:42 PM] You: I don’t know...what if I’m not what you’re expecting? [9:55 PM] C: Don’t worry, you’re perfect

Anonymous asked: idc if this is considered “hate” but i think you’re really rude. when readers are asking you questions or asking for updates you owe them a proper answer. not jokes you think are funny (they’re not btw)

Look, I’m not paying you guys to read my work. I don’t owe you anything

Anonymous asked: Why are you so secretive? Us fans want to know more about you ;)

I have the right to be as private as I want, thank you very much

Anonymous asked: Jeez I was just asking, chill

Yeah it didn’t sound like that

Anonymous asked: Just tell us your name come on. I’m not asking for your credit card number lol

I’d rather not

Anonymous asked: I have ways of finding out who you are. I was just asking to be polite

I’m blocking you.

[8:43 AM] You: i’m standing outside the building right now [8:43 AM] You: there’s a line, for, like, IDs and stuff [8:44 AM] Jia: hahah are u nervous? [8:46 AM] You: ugh what an understatement [8:47 AM] You: i feel like i’m going to throw up there are so many people already waiting in front [8:48 AM] You: i’m at the back entrance with the other artists right now [8:54 AM] Jia: good luck! everyone will love you don’t worry [8:54 AM] Jia: i’ll come maybe around noon. can’t wait to see everything <3

[1:25 PM] C: I’m in the building right now :) [1:25 PM] C: I can see your booth [1:26 PM] C: I can’t see you though, there are a lot of people around you [1:27 PM] C: Oh shit I can see you now [1:28 PM] C: Damn I’m so nervous I don’t think I can talk to you [1:29 PM] C: Okay you’re really busy I’m going to stop texting you now

[1:35 PM] You: C if you don’t show up I SWEAR TO GOD

[1:48 PM] You: C???

[2:05 PM] You: Did you even come?

[4:26 PM] You: You weren’t there :(

Anonymous asked: S don’t worry about that anon! real fans are always here to support you <3

Thank youuu ;-;

Anonymous asked: S I SAW YOU TODAY!!! YOU SIGNED MY HAND I’M NEVER WASHING IT EVER AGAIN

Haha I remember you! Please wash your hands though, hygiene is important ~ :D

just-another-shortcake:

Welcome to Fan Theory Hour again on my blog! So as you guys can see I’m totally obsessed with SS now. Aren’t we all though.

Anyway, so recap of the most recent update, plus my fangirl rambling: we open where we left off, with Yoon-ah sitting on the bridge. She’s thinking about Jin-ho, obviously, because she’s totally in love (fight me on this again, won’t you) and then she starts to walk back home. Still thinking about smooching Jin-ho, because remember, she has no idea he’s been kidnapped. She bumps into Ye-rin from school, who tells her the love of her life has been captured, cue tears from everyone, including myself.

Then the background goes dark and we get to see Jin-ho! Unfortunately he’s tied up, and not in the sexy way. We don’t see his face, but he’s obviously hurt, because there’s blood everywhere. Then there’s a dark figure. We don’t see this dude’s face either, until later, after they’re done with the standard villain/hero “I’m gonna kill your girlfriend” “Oh no please don’t kill my girlfriend she’s too hot to die” conversation (note: I never said my summary was accurate) we get a shot at the villain’s eyes! And they’re full black. Now, does this mean:

a) He’s some speshul Dark Vampire that has black eyes all the time b) He’s constantly possessed c) Author-nim forgot to draw the usual red eyes d) Something more sinister (DRUGS??) e) All of the above

Unfortunately, we didn’t get to see any of our side characters except Ye-rin. There was plenty of YoonJin angst to tide me over till the next episode though!

What do you guys think?

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[10:22 PM] C: Ahh S I’m so sorry! [10:22 PM] C: I was there! I met you

C is typing…

[10:23 PM] You: WHY DIDN’T YOU INTRODUCE YOURSELF T_T

C is typing…

[10:24 PM] You: I have failed as an artist I don’t know who my number one fan is [10:24 PM] You: No but SERIOUSLY [10:25 PM] You: Ugh I can’t believe you scammed me like this

C is typing…

[10:26 PM] You: I mean, how do I know you were there for real [10:26 PM] C: I’m sorry okay forgive me [10:27 PM] C: I can prove I was there [10:27 PM] C: You were wearing a red jacket, white shirt, and blue jeans [10:28 PM] C: Um, you had a green water bottle with some kind of cartoon character on it [10:30 PM] You: …….. [10:31 PM] You: Okay fine I believe you [10:31 PM] You: Wait, so I met you? [10:31 PM] You: We talked? [10:32 PM] C: Haha yes [10:33 PM] C: You said you liked my hoodie and then you signed my poster of Yoon-ah [10:36 PM] You: I’m seriously trying to remember but I met so many people today [10:37 PM] You: I’m really tired too I can’t recollect any faces [10:37 PM] You: Disappointed :(

[11:06 PM] C: Ahh I’m sorry [11:07 PM] C: Maybe next time? At your own private fansign this time :) [11:07 PM] C: Go to sleep and rest well~

[1:18 AM] C: Do you really want to meet me?

a/n i’m sorry this is late, i wasn’t anticipating being so busy this week :( also THAT GIF HE’S SO CUTE

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wanna chat? pt.25

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alright!!! so this chapter is a little special. its a contest!!!!

for literally no reason at all, i decided to have a little fun with this chapter. in this chapter, there are a bunch of pop song references. the majority are from the early 2000s (before 2010, tho there may be one or two from 2011 or 12) and one is from the 90s. whoever can list the most references wins a drabble/short fic of their choice from me!

to enter, submit a list of all the songs that were referenced in this chapter (or the ones you could find!!)

shoot me an ask if you have any questions~!

mental support = nino, ebony = alya, draco = adrien, vampire = alya

i hope you enjoy!

17:20

mental support: a reminder that i hate all of you

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: u love u s

mental support: i can t believe you just made me listen to all of that what the fuck

draco malfoy: Now You Know

mental support: i wish i didnt

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: its so good so iconic also the writer is now a fukcing awesome published author and mari and i r gonna read her books together join us we can b the nerds with a book club

mental support: i just spent several hours listening to you three do a dramatic reading of my immortal i think weve gone past nerds with a book club

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: sounds fake

vampire: You cant say that wasnt a lot of fun though I forgot how wil d that fic got

mental support: i need to process

draco malfoy: Have fun

5:02

draco malfoy: Reasons to quit modelling: Early morning shoots

draco malfoy changed his name to asleep in makeup

asleep in makeup: I can’t wait to be done today

9:34

mental support: i am so sorry dude fingers crossed that your dad stops sending you to them

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: ^^^

mental support: al babe please change your name

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: f i n e uhhhhhhhh

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way has changed their name to aint no lie

aint no lie: baby bi bi bi

mental support: i dont know what i expected

aint no lie: pls choose a lyric and join me

mental support: youre ridiculous why do i love you

mental support has changed their name to fool for you

aint no lie: lmao sap

fool for you: true

10:02

vampire: Oh my god we have so man y orders to day Wont be on Im dying Im gonna dronw in frosting

vampire has changed their name to too many cookies

fool for you: uhhh no such thing let me know when youre on your break i wanna stop in and say hi and also steal some baked goods pull you away from baking for a bit

too many cookies: My knight in shining arm or <3

fool for you: mostly hoping for cookies deemed unworthy to sell but yes i can work with knight

too many cookies: At least youre honest

13:35

asleep in makeup: Get me out og hits hous e

aint no lie: omw get ready to leave boy i was in the area on a walk

asleep in makeup: Thnak s

13:46

fool for you: let me know if i can do anything ok?? if you need to stay the night or something that super chill my moms wont mind besides they keep trying to invite you all to dinner

too many cookies: Same as what Nino said!!! And also what!! I love your moms Id love to go to dinner??????

fool for you: yeah but theyre gonna tell embarrassing stories

too many cookies: You say that like I wasnt there for most of them

fool for you: yeah but adrie nand alya werent

too many cookies: Ok true true

19:11 in PM between too many cookies and alseep in makeup

asleep in makeup: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6J1-eYBbspA

too many cookies: Why the fuck

asleep in makeup: I’m with Alya We’re listening to 2000 hits from the US

too many cookies: Of course you are Are you having fun And feeling better??

asleep in makeup: Yeah We’re cuddling and making fun of the music videos Mostly the fashion Also her mom brought home some food from the hotel so we don’t have to eat ramen which is both awesome and a disappointment

too many cookies: Mhm How hard are you pining

asleep in makeup: Shut up

too many cookies: You love me

asleep in makeup: Unfortunately Why are our friends just so Great Good Incredible Sos I’m getting emotional about them Mari I really love them what did we do

too many cookies: We have really great taste obviously

asleep in makeup: Man I have shitty luck

too many cookies: Or the best

asleep in makeup: That’s your department

too many cookies: True tru e Are you going to survive??

asleep in makeup: Yeah Cuddling with Alya is unfairly nice

too many cookies: Tell me about it Anyway why this song

asleep in makeup: Because I love you and just wanted to remind you

too many cookies: This is the worst way to tell me that But I love you too I have to go help my mom with dinner but Ill talk to you later <3 Have fun Dont die

asleep in makeup: No promises

20:02 in fucking clock hearts

aint no lie has renamed this conversation to tell your boyfriend if hes got beef

too many cookies: Wha t

aint no lie: THAT IM A VEGETARIAN AND I AINT FUCKING SCARED O F HIM

fool for you: what the fuck

asleep in makeup: We’ve been watching music videos for like 3 hours

aint no lie: im liv in g

asleep in makeup: My dad would die if he saw any of the outfits people are wearing in these

aint no lie: american pop music from the 2000s is wild join us

fool for you: i thik im good

asleep in makeup: Youre not

aint no lie: were not falling in love were just falling apart :/

too many cookies: Im too tired for fake deep al

aint no lie: rip im sorry babe

fool for you: can i break into the bakery and get a cookie i need sugar

too many cookies: Cn I convince you to watch a show with me or something

fool for you: duh

too many cookies: !!!!!!!!! Let me know when you get here Im just at the foot of the stairs braiding my hair Ill let you in

20:15

aint no lie: bo y why are all of 3oh3s songs fucking icon ci

too many cookies: 3oh3 is that supposed to like Mean somethin g

aint no lie: idk its just another word i never learned how to pronounce

too many cookies: RIp

fool for you: yo mari im here

too many cookies: !!!

20:25

aint no lie: a;lsdkfjasdf things i apparently need to do add chloe on snapchat

fool for you: yo why

asleep in makeup: She just sent me a selfie of her wearing designer shades just to hide her face cause she took her makeup off

aint no lie: she is???? weirdly chill snapchattin g marhs whtf

too many cookies: Whtf???

fool for you: what hell the fuck

asleep in makeup: That might have to do with us having been friends since we were like In diapers Chloe isn’t the best person but we still talk for a reason

aint no lie: fair

fool for you: i follow her on twitter for her rants theyre ridic they make my day

asleep in makeup: Oh uh Nino can I come over when you’re done at the bakery?

fool for you: yeah of course dude!!! that offers always there

aint no lie: >:(

too many cookies: I take it you two had this argument alread y

asleep in makeup: Yup I feel bad invading Alya’s space for so long

aint no lie: youve been around all night before!!!!! its not a big deal!!!!!!!!!!! the party dont stop

fool for you: want me to steal some cookies from you

asleep in makeup: Stealing is bad

aint no lie: why are u leaving me!!!!!!!!!!!

too many cookies: Ill let Nino tak ethe cookies then its not stealing Also cant you have this con vo irl??

asleep in makeup: Yeah but this is better

aint no lie: yeah also were comfy on the couch and itd be weird to yell at each other when were sitting like this

PM between asleep in makeup and too many cookies

too many cookies: Rip

asleep in makeup: Please don’t make this worse

too many cookies: Come on Romeo

asleep in makeup: That’s not my name

too many cookies: Fiiine You ok?? I know youre going over Ninos Hes getting ready to leave btw but he just mentioned that in the main chat

asleep in makeup: Yeah I just Its been a really really messed up week

too many cookies: Fair enough Let me know if you need anything ok???

asleep in makeup: Thanks <3 Going from Alya to Nino will be fun

too many cookies: Tonight your e fallign in love

asleep in makeup: Very funny But let me know if you need anything too Ok???

too many cookies: I will <3 <3

in tell your boyfriend if hes got beef

fool for you: ok so how many cookies is too many cookies

aint no lie: there is literally no such thing weve talked about thi s

fool for you: i bet if you eat too many you could die

aint no lie: come on let me shake up ur world and change ur life eat All The Cookies

fool for you: thats too many cookies

aint no lie: eat all the cookies an d die

fool for you: youre just jealous that adrien is coming over

aint no lie: please this isnt even jealousy >:/

fool for you: bruh oh btw im leaving in like 2 minutes gonna steal you away from alya

aint no lie: n e v e r

asleep in makeup: Please save me she’s been playing the same song for like half an hour

aint no lie: listen hot stuff im in loe vwith this son g

fool for you: let the beat rock dude

asleep in makeup: Mari pl e a s e

aint no lie: i cant stop cause im haivng too much fun!!!!!!!

21:35

aint no lie: i cant believe ive been betrayed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fool for you: youre so dramatic

aint no lie: this is the worst thing to ever happen o t me

asleep in makeup: Its not enough to say that I miss you, is it

aint no lie: no >:( tell me what i wanna hear and that is that ur coming bcak

asleep in makeup: Sorry Al

fool for you: yeah ive got a blanket fort set up still from last time so i win

aint no lie: shi t

too many cookies: Youre all ridiculou s You need to come back down t o earht Weve got bigger problems than this Liek the fact that I canT FIND MY SCISSOR S

aint no lie: r i p

fool for you: theyre under your chaise

too many cookies: What

fool for you: check

too many cookies: ……. Holy s hi t HO W

fool for you: magic

aint no lie: u might no t believe ur eyes but ninos magic

asleep in makeup: I thought I got away from this

aint no lie: nope <3

#adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #miraculous ladybug #my fics #wanna chat

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