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dragonbarbie · 1 year

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 - modern!aemond targaryn x reader

rating: 18+, minors dni

summary: academic rivals, where revision has the same rules as strip poker

word count: 3.8k

tags: mature content, smut, modern!au, reader being petty and competitive, aemond also being petty and competitive, guest appearance by aegon

note: this is like… my first attempt at writing smut so ….*clown emoji* anyway hope you like it

y/n was used to being number 1. all throughout high school, be it history or physics – she had the highest grade in every class and was managing to do so without much effort, really. she hadn’t expected that to change when she landed her dream university, dragonstone. but when she arrived she had the rude shock of getting acquainted with aemond targaryen. first day of their valyrian history class, she had expected to impress her professor with the extensive knowledge on the subject that had been one of her favourites in high school, but when she found herself being beaten to the punch by the blonde bastard, she took an instant dislike to him.

pettily enough, as everyone was leaving the class, she made a show of saying “suck-up” in a not so quiet whisper as she passed him by. “excuse me?” his condescending, posh tone made her eyes roll. “all i did was answer his questions. i wasn’t the one gushing about the books he had written.” he sharply pointed out. “whatever.” she tried to brush off the retort. “if you’re so jealous, maybe actually read before class next time, instead of whining.” he coolly stated as he stalked off, leaving her behind as she gritted her teeth and glared at his striding figure.

from that point onwards, every class that she shared with him, she made a deliberate effort to work extra hard for. she went beyond just the recommended readings, she would write extra few hundred words for every essay, and for every test she would spend hours in preparation. still, frustratingly, all of this effort only made her good competition for him and not the outright winner. it seemed that aemond targaryen was in fact used to going beyond just the bare minimum, she didn’t ever see him take a break. if he wasn’t at the library, she found him sweating it out on the track field. his perfection was downright annoying.

what her friend baela found annoying, was the detail with which y/n would observe (obsess over) his daily behaviour and then rant about it to her. by the time finals week was on the horizon, she was just about done with y/n’s obsession.

y/n had been in the middle of ranting about how she had caught aemond revising for finals on the treadmill, when baela slammed the book that was open in front of her with frustration. “why don’t you just join him then?” she sarcastically asked, earning a “yeah right” from y/n who returned back to her notes as she realised that all this talk of her rival had clearly seemed to drive her friend to the point of irritation. “actually… why not?” though she had asked the question rhetorically, baela soon realised that perhaps that wasn’t such a crazy idea after all. y/n, did not share that understanding. she blinked back at her “i’m sorry am i supposed to say something or just wait in silence while you regain your senses. what are you talking about?”

“you said it yourself, you study better with a partner. and i don’t have any of the same classes as you.” the thought of baela having fun studying marine biology while y/n had to suffer aemond targaryen’s presence all alone at the history department was a point that brought her great sadness each day. “he does. and you have to admit it, he’s pretty good.”

as soon as y/n opened her mouth with a retort right on her tongue, baela silenced her with one pointed sentence “i have one reply to all your objections — keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.”

oh, y/n thought, she’d never thought of it that way. “besides,” baela reopened the book she had shut, “this way you can keep an even closer eye on his schedule.” she teased.

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aemond somehow didn’t need to lift his eye to know who it was that had approached the corner library desk that had become his unofficial residence for finals weeks. “can i help you, l/n?” he asked, as she stopped before him. “no, but i can certainly help you, targaryen.” she announced, pulling out the chair across from him and putting her laptop bag down on the desk. he wordlessly raised his brow as she made herself comfortable. “look—” she knew that selling the idea to him was going to be just as hard as it was for it to be sold to her, but she was as stubborn as she was competitive, “—if we work together, our work will be halved. i can beat your ass at history of tyrosh and the origins of dorne any day of the week, and you are marginally better than me at valyrian history and aegon’s conquest. i am proposing that we sit and quiz each other on the exam portions and that way we’re both covered for our weaker subjects.”

she did not like the smug smirk that overcame his face at the suggestion. “so, you’ve come here to grovel for my help?” she could punch his perfect white teeth in. “look you little shit, while everyone on campus will be sweating and crying and chugging copious amounts of energy drinks to survive this week – we could be sailing through it, if we do this. our rivalry’s entertaining and all, but the stress of finals week will make even your fabulous hair fall out.”

“hmm.” he considered her words for a second. she rolled her eyes as he seemed to revel in making her wait for his response, “c’mon, targaryen, do it for the hair.” she was sure she saw his lips twitch upwards at her teasing.

“fine.” he finally gave in, causing y/n to sigh in relief, “but if you can’t keep up, i’m dropping you.” “likewise.” y/n promised.

she had to admit, studying with aemond was actually not that bad. their reading speed was similar, he kept her on her toes with his constant quizzing, and initially he had seemed to be singularly focused on the task at hand. as the days went on though, y/n found that they had actually started to talk of things beyond dead king and queens. “so, you’re like, related to the conqueror?” she asked as a manner of taking a break from their revision of her least favourite class, the conquest of westeros. “yeah, directly. he’s a great-great, times ten, grandfather.” he answered, turning the signet ring on his hand subconsciously. “that’s cheating, then. i’d be great at that class too if daddy had told me tales of grandpa aegon every night before bed.” she shrugged as she reached to grab the pot of black coffee, to refill her cup.

“well, ‘daddy’ didn’t even bother saying goodnight most nights, so let’s not attribute any of my success to him.” she looked up at him suddenly at the off-handed admission about his home life, but before she could really react, he added. “you just want there to be more to why i’m better than you, rather than accepting – i just am.” there was that smug smirk again, the one that she used to loath. but nowadays, that same smile was more playful than hostile, she had noted. “or, i’m trying to figure out if being an asshole is just who you are, or if it runs in your family. aegon burned half of westeros down to colonise it, so I’m leaning towards the latter.” “colonise?” he was clearly irritated at her choice of words. “one race of people, the valyrians, through violence made another race, the first men, submit to them. that’s the textbook definition of colonisation, is it not?” she raised her brow, inviting him to debate her. she knew it was the subject he felt most passionate about, and thus, it was the class where she would most often find herself playing devil’s advocate, for no reason other than to oppose whatever view aemond had taken. in their revision sessions, too, she liked to watch the passion light a fire in his eye whenever she would declare his opinion was wrong. he looked hot when he was academically pissed off.

“westeros was just different war lord states fighting for dominance until aegon united the seven kingdoms.” he firmly argued. “so what, that gave him open invite to just come and take over?” she challenged, crossing her arms with a self-satisfied grin at having gotten him so riled up already. he opened his mouth to throw his retort at her, when suddenly the door to aemond’s apartment, where they had been studying, swung open to disturb the proceedings.

she saw a man with platinum blonde hair that matched aemond’s stumbling as he entered the apartment with his arm around a beautiful girl, with black hair hanging down to her waist.

aemond, she noted, was visibly annoyed at this.

“oh, did we spoil your little study session?” the other man rhetorically asked, without any real remorse in his tone, his words slurring to indicate that he had been drinking. he sat himself down on the sofa next to y/n, uninvited, a move that inexplicably made aemond’s jaw tighten. “you must be my little brother’s study buddy, y/n. i know all about you, and i’m sure he’s told you nothing about me. i’m aegon, the nerd’s big bro.” y/n was immediately amused at the thought of this man, who was decked in a supreme tracksuit and who’s hair seemed to have been left uncombed, was the perfect, prim and proper aemond’s elder brother. “nice to meet you, aegon. are you studying at the university too?” “business major, yeah, graduating next year.” he replied stretching his hand to place it behind y/n. aemond snorted at his brother, “with the way your finals prep is going, i would not bother wasting money on a graduation gown.” he eyed the woman with whom aegon had entered, judgement clear in his eye.

“hey! i decided to follow your lead and i’ve asked cassandra here to be my study buddy. i’ve actually gone one step further than you and invented the best revision method.” he declared. aemond seemed to have no curiosity at his brother’s statement, but y/n asked “do tell.” aegon turned to her with a pleased smile, “it’s revision, but with strip poker rules.” he simply answered.

she raised a brow at his response, “as in…?” “as in you quiz each other, and every time one of you gets an answer wrong – you take an item of clothing off. it’s a win-win, if you get the answer right, good job, you know your shit. if you don’t…. well, its so much more fun if you don’t.” y/n had to purse her lips to suppress the laughter at the back of her throat.

at the sound of aemond packing up his books, she looked away from aegon to the younger brother. “let’s go to your dorm, y/n. he definitely doesn’t know his shit, and his ‘revision’ tends to be loud.”

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as per y/n’s prediction, final’s week had indeed sailed by for aemond and her because of their revision sessions. they only had one exam left now, and it was the one they had both been dreading the most – historical methods. it was a subject that was so boring and plainly simple, that they knew it was easy enough to study for, but they could not bring themselves to revise something so mind-numbingly dull.

y/n, in her frustration, threw her notes on the table at aemond’s apartment. aemond, seated on the other end of the sofa from where y/n was lying on her back, shared her frustration, but he tended to be more stoic and was determined to finish the work on hand. “it’s just a few more topics, and then you never have to think about the subject ever again.” he tried to placate her. “it’s too boring, i can’t do it!” she complained bringing her hands up to her face in frustration. aemond couldn’t help but notice how the action made the t-shirt she was wearing ride up and expose soft skin just above her jean shorts, his eye remaining fixed on the spot for a second too long.

then, the mixture of a caffeine high and a boredom that was seeming like an unending chasm, gave birth to what y/n thought was a brilliant idea. she moved her fingers slightly, so only her eyes would poke out from behind them. “let’s try your brother’s idea.” she suddenly said, “i don’t think anyone has ever said that sentence before.” he remarked.

“i’m serious.” she sat up, as if to indicate her earnestness. “the ‘revision, but with strip poker rules’ idea, let’s try it.”

aemond’s expression was unreadable as she watched him, but she was certain she saw his adam’s apple move at the suggestion. “it’s a dumb idea.” he said, but his throat had gone dry at the thought. y/n rolled her eyes, “that’s the point! it’ll break the monotony.” she crawled to his side of the sofa. “come on, aemond. don’t be a coward.” the suggestion of him even possibly being cowardly had clearly set off something in him. “fine.” he shut the book in his hand and placed it on the table.

they quizzed each other, and it was going much the same as their usual quizzing went, which disappointed y/n since it did not in fact break the monotony as she had wanted. that was until, in her over-confidence, she got a question wrong. “well…” aemond seemed to be very satisfied indeed at her wrong answer, “are you going to do the honours or are you ready to admit that you’re the only coward here?” he scanned the white t-shirt she was wearing, almost with hunger and an expectancy, y/n thought.

she pulled the shirt off over her head, and threw it right at his smug face, “i’m no coward.” he caught it with ease, and for a split second she was sure he smelling it as he held it to his face, before dropping it in his lap. when he looked at her now, he didn’t even attempt to hide how he was taking in her figure, as she sat exposed only in her black bra. knowing that she was being watched, she sat straighter, even as she muttered “pervert” but made no attempt to hide her form.

“please, don’t even try to pretend like you don’t love it.” now, that did take her aback. sure, she had caught him looking at her chest or her ass many-a time over their study sessions, and had done nothing to stop it, but she hadn’t realised that he had in fact, caught her catching him when he looked. he knew she had allowed it all this while, unspoken.

the monotony was certainly broken now.

when it was next aemond’s turn to ask a question, he threw her an easy one, a question she had answered in class. but y/n shrugged and said, “i don’t know”, as an answer. aemond snorted at her, “yeah, you do.”

she simply laid on her back as she undid her shorts and slid them down her legs, eyes never leaving aemond’s as she did. he wet his lower lip with his tongue, and then bit down as he watched. his eye trailed her bare legs, up to her panties, with very little being left to his imagination now that she sat only in her underwear on his sofa.

“my turn” she had the perfect trick question in mind, and when he called her out, saying “there is no right answer to that”, she shrugged once again. “are you going to do the honours or are you ready to admit that you’re the only coward here?” she threw his words back in his face with a grin.

he didn’t seem to need a lot of convincing. he pulled off his shirt in one swift move, and y/n felt her stomach clench at the sight of defined muscles on pale skin. she took a minute to memorise his details before she asked him the next question, but she hadn’t even reached the end of it before aemond was unbuttoning his pants, answering the question by simply saying “don’t know, don’t care.” it seemed as if he was in a hurry, as if he had waited long enough for this moment.

y/n seemed to be in a hurry too, when she deliberately gave a rushed, wrong answer to his next question. she moved her knees to straddle him where he sat, able to feel everything through her own cotton panties over his satin boxers. “need some help with the bra hooks.” she said as an excuse for her action. he readily obliged, with his hands reaching behind her and unhooking her bra with ease, letting the material fall down to the floor. his hands trailed up from her waist to her chest, pale hands first covering and then roughly squeezing her breasts. she started to rock back and forth where she sat, her now wet panties grinding against his obvious bulge.

“it’s your turn to ask.” she breathlessly reminded him after a minute, “fuck revision.” he was trailing kisses around her collar bone, sucking hard enough to leave bruises, she was certain. ““fuck revision”? who are you and what have you done to aemond targaryen?” she chuckled. he only gave her a growl in return, as his arms snaked around her waist to hold her up and then place her back down, with her back hitting the soft sofa.

he hovered over her for a second, supporting himself on his knees as his fingertips traced her side. “you look so hot when you’re concentrating….” he murmured, seemingly out of nowhere, as his fingers found the waistband of her panties and hooked under them. “…and when you’re debating me….” he pulled the cloth over her legs, and his hand reached down to the wetness between her legs “… and especially, when someone tells you you’re right.” a shiver went down her spine she felt two of his cold fingers in her folds. “already so wet for me.” he chuckled.

“oh, would you stop being a tease and just…” at her complaint he withdrew his fingers suddenly, causing her to whine. “just what?” he asked, making her feel more frustrated with him than she had ever felt before. “did you really think i was going to let go of the perfect opportunity to make you beg for me? make you beg me, to fuck you?” oh, there was that stupid fucking smug smirk once again. Now, it was no secret that y/n had too much pride, especially when it came to facing off with aemond targaryen. but as she lay there, exposed and achingly wet, she decided she had to bury her pride to get what she wanted.

“aemond…” she swallowed, “fuck me.” that did not seem to give him what he wanted. he cocked his head to one side, “hmm. you’re missing something.” she huffed, thinking why he had to make this so difficult, and how satisfied he must be at getting her in this position. “aemond…fuck me….please.”

at that, he grinned. he bent down to be inches away from her face, “as you wish.”

she felt two of his fingers enter her suddenly, making her gasp. his fingers curled inside of her roughly, at the same time he started to kiss the side of her neck with more gentleness than she had expected of him. the dichotomy gave her a high. his fingers continued their assault, as her hands tangled themselves in his hair. “so tight…” he whispered against her ear, “how long have you been thinking about this, you little slut?” y/n could only hum back, not capable of formulating a well thought-out response.

Her legs clenched as he continued to dig his fingers inside of her with perfect rhythm. His thumb reached up to massage her clit, as her hand reach down to grab the arm that was inside of her, nails leaving scratch marks. A warmth spread around inside her stomach at the feeling.

when he suddenly pulled his fingers out, she groaned in frustration, “has anyone ever told you, you have no patience?” he tutted. y/n rolled her eyes as she sat forward and her hands moved to finally remove his boxers, “yes.”

with his boxers now discarded, he positioned her to lay back down on the sofa, her legs around his waist. his tip grazed her core, but he didn’t enter her which only added to her annoyance. “aemond, i swear to the old gods and the new, if you tease me for a second longer—” she was cut off by him slamming inside of her suddenly. “ah!” she moaned as he filled her, “that ought to shut you up.” he grunted, supporting himself by keeping a hand on the arm of the sofa that was beneath her head. “oh, gods… aemond…” she could feel him touching her spot, legs growing weaker with each thrust.

he was going at it with a ruthless pace, leaving her feeling helpless and satisfied at the same time. his mouth dipped and he began sucking on her nipple, his teeth grazing where she was sensitive, making her yelp in pleasure. she grabbed his shoulder, grip strong enough leave even more marks. as she felt his tongue circle the skin around her nipple, she made a mental note to tell his brother that she had come to agree that his method of revising was indeed ingenious.

“aemond…i’m…” she had begun to say, “yeah baby, almost there” he replied lifting his head to her face. he tucked a stray stand of her hair behind her ear, a gesture that felt more intimate than the sex. he placed his hand on her cheek before his lips finally met hers. she could taste the black coffee they had been drinking on his tongue, mixed with something minty like toothpaste. for all the roughness with which he fucked her, y/n realised that the kiss felt sweet, tender almost.

“fuck…” he said against her lips, and she could tell he was close too. “aemond…ah!” she reached her peak, just as he pulled out and finished on her stomach.

panting, breathless and sore, for once y/n did not have a retort in the presence of aemond targaryen. he seemed rather speechless too, as he remained above her, unspeaking but his eye refusing to leave her face. he seemed to be in deep thought, and just when he opened his mouth to speak, a different voice could be heard from down the hall.

“and you called my ‘revising’ loud.” aegon snorted, leaning against his bedroom door.

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kairiscorner · 1 year

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May art thou request a Model!Miguel x Reader? Really love all your work. :D

OHHHHH OFC MY LOVELY 💖💖💖 yk, if you want, you can send a more custom request for that pairing/prompt :D BUTTTTT I HAVE AN IDEA, AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT 🤭

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

model!miguel o'hara x gn!make up artist!reader (headcanons and drabbles)

model!miguel is just your average guy behind all the advertisements and publicity this beautiful man gets. he lives his life one day at a time, having less free time than anybody else, even though he doesn't work a 9 to 5 job or have any family or partners that need tending to right away.

model!miguel used to live alone, in a quaint little apartment, catch the morning and afternoon trains to and from his previous job as an intern at alchemax. he hated it there, he felt so suffocated working at a place like that—and though he didn't have much trust in the modeling industry, he took it anyway, because posing for a camera in different poses and outfits was much more preferable than doing inhumane experiments on human subjects.

model!miguel was never the talkative type; he had a mouth that sprinted as opposed to just running, and he was usually really quiet and reserved when not bothered nor spoken to.

model!miguel was that distant co-worker of your model friends, and they always praised and complimented him for his looks, his ability to improvise, and to always captivate the camera readers, the audience; though the only complaints they had was that he never wanted to do anything outside of work, never wanted to talk to anybody... but you, who he found interest in for one thing.

model!miguel met you, a makeup artist for a bunch of amateur models, scrambling from here and there just to get back an eyeshadow palette you lent to the one doing his makeup. you were so out of breath and exhausted by the time you got to his dressing room, you looked like you ran a marathon to get there.

model!miguel couldn't understand a word of what you said, he looked at you in confusion as you wearily pointed to the eyeshadow palette you needed, and a few brushes you forgot to take back from them. "these?" he asked you as he takes the eyeshadow palette and the brushes you were pointing towards. you nod and wobble over to him, nearly falling into his arms as you stumbled; and you did, you did stumble—but he caught you.

model!miguel had amazing reflexes, and... an amazing body to boot. you were as light as a feather in his big, muscular arms–they were a lovely, brown tan with specks of gold when the light hit his skin; his lips were voluptuous, you wondered if they were natural because you've never quite seen lips like those, and... and his eyes–your friends were right, he was captivating, in every sense of the word.

model!miguel held you up and tried keeping you up on your feet, holding your hands so you wouldn't wobble over. "easy now." he whispered repeatedly as you slowly regained your balance and tried shaking the fatigue off. "hard to believe someone actually gives a shit in this place about their job, the makeup artist for me just dashed off the minute some younger model with dimples showed up and forgot all about me." he said with a frustrated huff. you asked miguel if his makeup was already done, to which he chuckled and shook his head at.

model!miguel sighed as he checked the time on his watch, it was five minutes until the shoot, and he wasn't even prepared in the slightest. "well, guess i'll be checking out job listings later. i can't deal with this anymore, it's humiliating." he breathed out in exhaustion as he went on his phone to check for online job listings.

model!miguel least expected the feeling of two smaller hands on the sides of his face, they were cold and a little moist, but they were definitely soft. he heard you muttering under your breath as you reached for some powder and a compact puff. you hesitated, remembering you weren't supposed to handle more popular models–that someone else was going to take care of his makeup for him... right?

model!miguel looked at you with a raised eyebrow, expecting you to do something. "um... you gonna do anything or...?" he asked you, snapping you out of your hesitated trance and stuttering out how you were a mere amateur at being a makeup artist—you didn't feel right doing his makeup when someone else was in charge of you. miguel sighed and gently held your wrist, bringing your hand closer to his face.

model!miguel had a soft expression on his face as he looks up at you. "i seriously don't think they're gonna come back on time before the shoot, it's not worth it to wait for someone who can't even remember you were here." he muttered as you looked back at him, feeling a little struck by his words in a way you couldn't describe, couldn't put your finger on. "sorry, did i overstep a boundary? you, um... you don't have to do it, though, i'll tender my resigna—" you agreed to do it.

model!miguel stayed silent as you puffed some powder on his face to keep him looking all matte and not glossy, to give him a more... natural look, as you would put it. you didn't put any makeup on him, you figured that putting any makeup on a man as gorgeous as him to look 'more appealing to the camera' was a damned crime. you combed through his hair though and told him he looked amazing, in about eight different ways.

model!miguel was surprised; you were nothing like the makeup artists he had before you, who were all stuck-up and did as they were told to, slather makeup on the models and send them off to the set. he knew you were actually passionate about what you did, you had a keen eye for beauty, natural beauty—and you smiled, enjoyed it at every moment you could.

model!miguel thanked you for freshening him up, with you telling him it was no problem, while smoothing out the creases on his shirt—even though that wasn't going to be what he was going to wear—you wanted him to look good, and feel good, by everything you did for him.

model!miguel appreciated your help, though he never really noticed small gestures and things done for him like that before, he now has a sort of throbbing feeling in his chest and a hot fuzzy feeling on his cheeks when he felt your hands roam across his chest, abdomen, and shoulders as you tried smoothing out his shirt. he liked the feeling of your hands, the little tongue flicks you do when focusing, and the little grins you show off when you get all excited and happy about something—but the mundane and exciting parts of the day.

model!miguel cleared his throat as he began to thank you, but faltering in embarrassment as he realized he never asked for your name. you introduced your name to him and instinctively reached a hand out for his—feeling all bashful now because you literally spent five minutes in the dressing room with him and not even telling him your name, introducing yourself like you were a stranger to him all over again. "what a... wonderful name you have. i'll definitely remember this one, i won't let my poor attention to names get the best of me when it comes to you," he told you, adding your name with a sweet smile at the end. it was a brief smile, a brief, tender moment that made you smile, as well.

you may not know it, but, when you two stepped out of that dressing room and went your separate ways... he hopes he can ask you for more than your name, more than just what makeup would look good on him for the next shoot—he wanted to ask you if you were interested in... going with him to the park maybe, and just, sit on a bench with a couple of coffees in your hands and get away from all the cameras, attention, and just breathe with him for a bit.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

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triforce-of-mischief · 2 months

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Brave for You

Summary: Link usually avoids the doctor at all costs, and Ravio has never been. Courage can only go so far, and fear has a nasty habit of rebounding on itself.

Warnings: doctor visit, trypanophobia, references to needles, panic attacks

Relationship: Link/Ravio

Note: This was written as a prequel for my Linked Universe series, Overcome, but this is functionally a standalone fic if you so please. No prior knowledge of LU or Overcome is required for enjoyment of this fic.

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It was impossible to say who was more nervous. Link knew this, and Ravio obviously did too which made the walk to Kakariko very miserable. They were both quiet, squeezing each other’s hands every few moments as a reminder that they were still there. Their pace was slow, and it felt like they had been walking forever.

Getting them both out of the house had been its own feat, achieved with an amount of fake confidence that Link could feel slipping. He reminded himself constantly that he had to do this, for Ravio’s sake. And Zelda’s, and both of their kingdoms. Besides, Link was seventeen now, practically an adult. It had been years since he had faced this. Surely he could handle it?

Surely he could believe, even for a moment, that this time would be different?

They reached the building that Link had avoided for years, that he hadn’t stepped inside since before his first quest. He stared at the sign beside the door, barely able to read the simple letters painted on the wood.

Doctor.

“This is it?” Ravio squeaked, ducking behind Link like his partner could shield him from the place.

Link so badly wished he could.

He swallowed hard and grunted, “Yeah.”

His body nearly stopped cooperating, but he willed it to step forward and take them through the door.

The woman behind the front desk greeted them automatically, then raised her eyebrows when she saw who they were. “Link? Princess Zelda said to expect you, but I have to say I’m surprised you actually came.”

Link tried to say something, but couldn’t get past “Mm.” Ravio, still behind him, did the same.

The woman smiled anyway. “I’ll let the doctor know you’re here. Please take a seat while you wait.”

“Link?” Ravio whispered, his grip on Link’s hand slowly cutting off his circulation. “I don’t feel good…”

Me neither. I wish we didn’t have to do this. I’m sorry. “I know.”

The wait probably wasn’t as long as it seemed, but Ravio kept asking short, anxious questions.

“Is the doctor nice?”

If they were the same one, no. “…I don’t know.”

“Will it be fast?”

“Hopefully.”

“Can we go to the bakery after?”

“That’s a good idea.”

Ravio shifted in place, bunching his long sleeve in the hand that wasn’t holding Link’s. “…Will it hurt much?”

It took multiple deep breaths before Link could answer. “…Yes.”

Ravio whined, “Do we have to do this?”

Link wanted to say no. He wanted to stand up and pull Ravio right out the door. He wanted to take them away and never let anyone hurt him or his partner. It would be so easy, and he almost did-

“Link and Ravio?”

It was too late.

“Come on,” Link said, to Ravio and himself as they stood.

It was hard to breathe. Ravio was gasping too, and he stumbled as they went to greet the doctor.

Link didn’t recognize them; they gave a genuine smile before waving and turning to the examination room.

“It’s so nice to meet you finally, Link,” the doctor said as they gestured for Link and Ravio to enter first. “And your friend, of course. You’ve done so much to help this kingdom, I’m very glad that you’ve agreed to protect yourself and others from this latest wave of sickness.”

Link wished they would stop talking. He just wanted this to be over- no, he wanted this to not happen at all. But if he let the last of his facade crumble while Ravio was watching him-

The doctor let them sit beside each other, and Ravio hid his face in Link’s side while Link stared at the floor. The doctor was still talking, and Link missed most of their words until they paused, waiting for a response.

“…Link?”

He shook himself and made an inquisitive sound, his gaze still fixated on the floor.

“I said, since Ravio hasn’t done this before, how about you go first so he can see how it works? I’m sure our brave hero will be a great demonstration, won’t you?”

The doctor’s voice was genuine, but Link knew that he was going to prove them so very wrong. He didn’t feel anything like a brave hero, he felt small and scared and the only thing keeping him from running away was his partner, nervously clinging to him. Link looked up, just to see Ravio peeking at him. He had to do this, if only so that Ravio wouldn’t call himself even more of a coward next to Link’s terror.

He would go first, then it would be over.

There was nothing more that would happen before Link had to face this.

He couldn’t imagine a world where that thought was comforting.

He nodded, the movement so barely there that he almost hoped that the doctor would miss it.

“Wonderful. Ravio, would you like to see, or would you rather let it stay a secret?”

Ravio whimpered and shook his head firmly, his face still buried in Link’s tunic.

“Of course. Link, if you feel the same, I advise that you look away now.”

Ravio made a confused sound as Link immediately moved to match him, hiding his face in his partner’s scarf. He was shaking, he knew, but it was too late to stop it. Silently, Link apologized to Ravio for not being as brave as he thought he would be.

He felt the doctor roll his sleeve up, out of the way. He smelled something sharp. He flinched violently when something cold pressed against his arm, Ravio whining as Link squeezed him tight.

“Link, I thought you said…”

Link didn’t remember what he had said. He only remembered hands, and screaming, and-

Pain.

After so much anticipation, it still came as a surprise, and it took every bit of Link’s self control to hold himself still despite wanting desperately to tear his arm away, so he wouldn’t have to feel it inside. A shattered sob escaped him, muffled in Ravio’s scarf as his partner, anxious and scared with him and for him, started to cry too. It took another few moments for Link to realize it was over, and he pulled Ravio closer with the arm that wasn’t sore and aching.

It was over, Link reminded himself again and again. He never wanted to do it again and he couldn’t stop the memories replaying in his mind but Ravio was there, he had made it through, he was done.

“Liiiink?”

…No.

Link was safe, but now it was Ravio’s turn.

A fine example he had been, breaking down in his partner’s arms.

“Link, is it really that bad?” Ravio begged, pulling away until Link forced himself to look his partner in the eyes. “If it made you that scared- I don’t want to do this, please don’t make me do this-!”

“He’ll be right there the whole time, just like you were for him,” the doctor said briskly. “You’ll be just fine, you saw how quick that was.”

“I’m here,” Link repeated, because he didn’t know what else to say.

He didn’t know how the doctor still had so much faith in him. If Ravio tried to run away, Link would let him. Din’s flames, he would lead the way. He would stand before Zelda himself and explain that nothing would come between him and his partner.

Ravio didn’t want to flee. He fell hard, back into Link’s arms and Link caught his partner and held him tight.

“Link,” Ravio cried, so confused and still needing to find comfort in one who was just as terrified as he was.

“I don’t- I can’t-” Link said, and choked on tears of his own.

“Keep holding him,” Link heard the doctor say. “You’re almost done.”

“I’m sorry,” Link sobbed into Ravio’s hair. “Just- just keep breathing, Ravi, please-”

Ravio wailed, his nails digging into Link’s skin, and Link had never felt less brave.

“It hurts!” Ravio screamed. “Link!”

Link had never felt more useless.

The doctor stepped away, infuriatingly calm. “All done. Was that so bad?”

If Ravio hadn’t needed him, Link thought he would’ve strangled them.

Minutes passed before either of them were able to stand. Link gently pulled Ravio up, feeling numb as his partner leaned fully on him for support.

Link took a shuddering breath in, trying to keep his voice steady. “The- the bakery, remember? We’re gonna… c’mon, let’s go to the bakery.”

Ravio nodded silently and squeezed Link’s hand. Link squeezed it back and hoped that, with a clear mind and the promise of pastries, they could forget everything that had happened.

#linked universe #lu #a link between worlds #albw #albw link #albw ravio #raviolink #lu legend #lu ravio #legend/ravio #overcome #fable writes

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sadly-in-active · 4 months

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Prune Juice Cookie and Mozzarella Cookie x Sleepy Reader

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Lychee Dragon Cookie and Butter Roll Cookie x Clumsy Reader

Summary #1: I made it like this because I said so, deal with it pookies 😘. You’re known to be a very sleepy one, always dozing off at either the best or the worse time. Luckily, your loving partner is here to help!

Summary #2: Ah yes, there you were, walking around a park with your beloved. However, a slip occurs. No, literally, you slipped on a wet spot on the trail and fell right down. It would’ve been really embarrassing for you, but there was certainly a death stare coming from your partner at EVERYONE who witnessed the action. After all, anything clumsy that happens in public remains a quiet secret ever since your super sweet partner has come to rescue you from embarrassment!

Prune Juice Cookie

He’s known for a while that you’re the type to doze off. However, he tried to combat this by making potions to keep you awake. Oh, and he just gave you coffee. Even though you look positively beautiful while asleep, he also wants you to be awake for life as well!

But, if you still stay asleep, he just sighs and kisses you on the forehead, before pulling you up onto his lap while he works on new potions or perfecting old ones.

And yes, he does put on special goggles for your safety, even if you’re not awake.

Whenever you are awake and actually energetic, he takes you out for a lavish date before ending the day with the two of you stargazing. As this happens, he feels you lean on him again, letting out your little mumble as you kiss him on the cheek and fall asleep.

“Oh, [name], what could I do to stop you from being asleep? …but you are my personal pillow as well.”

Mozzarella Cookie

She’s just surprised that you actually manage to sleep in such a bright and glorious kingdom. You’re probably the one who sleeps the most out of everyone in inside the Golden Cheese Kingdom!

Mozzarella takes you out to the colosseum, placing a bet and taking you by the hand as she goes to her seat.

Now personally, I think sitting on her lap would be AMAZING.

Especially during the times she celebrates after winning. Sweetheart just can’t help but hug your sleeping body and hold you closely, whispering to you about how the match went and that she won ❤️

“Oh? Asleep again I see. Hehe! You’re twice as important as anything I could win in a game, dear…”

Lychee Dragon Cookie

Time for the clumsies!!!!

So, Lychee is probably super sweet to you after actually becoming someone they can trust and truly love.

And they’re also quite the overprotective sweetheart to you. If you fall, or are about to trip, they pick you up and act like they’re your beloved savior.

Lychee also giggles a lot whenever you slip on the most random things at home. Their laughter is honestly quite contagious, so why bother crying from any pain? You’re quite used to it by now anyways 😅

“Oh, sweet little [name]! You’re so cute when you slip and fall, because then you’ll have me as your big strong hero!”

Butter Roll Cookie

He definitely got that loud boisterous laughter that just makes everyone smile, especially you. Butter Roll certainly doesn’t show you his workplace (for…very big reasons).

However, he does let you come into his study and do whatever you want there. Mostly you just spin on one of those silly office chairs while you wait for him to he done so the two of you can hang out.

But sometimes he gets a little tired, and this was the time that you took action — scooping him up and placing him onto YOUR lap instead

In the end, the two of you accidentally lean back a bit too far and fall to the ground, but your oh-so loving boyfriend catches you and showers you with PLENTY of kisses.

I have a feeling that he’s actually pretty light but just doesn’t look like it.

“ACK- [name]! I didn’t know you could lift me up? Did you somehow manage to lift weights with your adorable clumsy magic?”

#crk headcanons #crob #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run kingdom #writers on tumblr #cookie run x you #crk x reader #crk x you #butter roll cookie x you #butter roll cookie x reader #butter roll cookie #lychee my beloved #lychee dragon cookie #mozzarella cookie #mozzarella x reader #mozzarella cookie x reader #prune juice cookie #prune juice cookie x reader

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not-krys · 5 months

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I remember your details for things I've never considered, in your fanfics! Oddly its mostly the pregnancy fanfics that stick out to me the most, how Arthur warms up the stethoscope before using it on her, or the one about Abby waiting for vincent to come home. They've always stuck in my mind due to some of the details and how easy it was to visualize them super well, so thats what I remember the most! Good details and great at putting together scenes.

I also remember the zoned out mitsunari fanfic hehehe

Anon or not, tell me what passage, fic, line of narration, or anything you remember about me as a writer (ask was sent to the wrong blog, but I'll answer it here anyway since it is a writing related question!)

About details! I usually try to keep two main things in mind when I come up with them. First one is to keep who I'm describing in mind. With the Arthur x Reader pregnancy fic in particular, I remembered that he was a former doctor and that he has an knack for noticing and remembering small details. In the fic, he says that his partner complained last time he had checked in that the bell was cold, so for this checkup, he warmed it for his partner's sake.

Funnily enough, the stethoscope moment almost didn't happen as when I looking through my original notes, it was up for debate. Screenie below to show how the thought process sort of went (and with the timestamp pictured because I wasn't kidding when I said this fic came to me in the middle of the night, not even fully convinced I was gonna participate in Arthur Week then)

Same can be shown with the Abby waiting for Vincent fic. I'm assuming you're talking about the 'First Kicks' fic where Abby is waiting for Vincent as a storm brews outside as I also a WIP Wednesday where Vincent comes home to find her sleeping, but I'll go with First Kicks for example's sake.

Abby's a nervous person, especially worried when Vincent was caught in the storm. She calms herself when she looks at her reflection and sees her anxious self, realizing that's she's making a mountain out of a mole hill, and talks to her son to settle her nerves.

The other thing I keep in mind is an offshoot of 'show don't tell' in that, to help enrich a scene, evoke the five major senses (sight, sound, touch, smell, taste). The quiet of the room while Arthur's listens to the baby's heartbeat (so quiet, a pin dropping would sound like a gun going off), the blue satin ribbons on the reader's clothes, how the stethoscope tickles when it makes contact, etc.

Same thing with Abby's story: Abby looks at herself in the window with the rain pouring down, which breaks up her reflection as rain does on windows; hearing the door open and some muttered Dutch lets Abby know that Vincent's back; smelling the rain on him because he was just outside and got soaked in it; feeling those cold hands on her belly and her jumping back because cold (previously wet) hands touching your belly? It'd be a surprise at the very least!

And because I'm feeling cheeky, all the things can also be applied to the zoned-out Mitsunari fic (mind the summary and the tags, this is a smoot fic). Keeping both characters in mind (Houki is a proper lady that wants to try something but is a little embarrassed about it so she sneaks around to get what she wants, while Mitsunari is also a curious critter and wanted to see what Houki was trying to do and isn't judging her for tricking him) and scene-chewing in describing things with the five major senses (salty taste of Mitsunari's finger, feeling the cool air on her [redacted], hearing his whispers against her ear, seeing that Mitsun has two hands (two hands!) and where they decide to travel), things like that.

(No, I'm not screenshotting an example from that fic for propriety's sake, ya filthy animals.)

So, yeah, that's a little bit about me explaining how I do some details and how it all can come together to make a scene in a story. Kinda sorry for the rambling if this was something you knew about already, but I had fun discussing details either way.

Thanks for the ask, Scummy!

#krys talks #ask meme #writing advice #cw: pregnancy #I'll ramble some more on main's reblog tags to keep this one relatively clean in tagging #lol

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🩰RedCrackle Aesthetic🩰

If you want to be +/- to the taglist you can text, reblog w/ comment, ask, etc. You will be tagged for every aesthetic that I do.♥️Taglist: @grahamcarmen @fuckyeahmiraculous @rys-redcrackle @chiefladyluminary @etherealdisneyvillainness

This is a gift to @grahamcarmen ^^, their friendship means a lot to me and I wanted to do something special by doing a ballet!au.

Carmen and Gray: A Ballet Love Story

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Late and quiet, the city was hushed and the lights dimmed on the quaint street. The house of ballet, the music was gone, each room was empty, and the dancers were asleep, so they can dance the following morning. Beyond the majority, there were two rebels, two young dancers unlike the rest, moving with the shadows, and the intention of proving to everyone that they were the best.

He picks up his stuff, he sighs a sleepy breath, and walks the quiet halls of the building looking in each room. He picks up on the sound of music coming from a close distance. As he walks closer the only glimpse of light; the moon light leaking through the windows. He heard soft feet moving across the floor, he knew exactly who it was. He stood in the middle of the doorway, he watched her dance. Her hair was down, released from the tight bun she wore, her loose dress moved with her; the only thing she was missing was a partner. He walked to her.

“You’ve almost got it,” he said from behind her.

She gasped and spun around, she saw his face and relaxed, “Gray…. Huh, I should’ve known it was you.”

She barely knew him, all she knew about him was when girls would talk about him in class and he seemed genuine. But she decided she didn’t need that kind of distraction. Until one night, the night that invited a large crowd, the performance of the Nutcracker. He and a girl, one she personally didn’t like, Sheena were the stars of the show. Graham and Carmen bumped into each other, they introduced each other and she saw that he was very polite and caring.

But now, she was shocked that he was there. She felt her heartbeat escalate, was it that she was caught being here after hours or was it because of… him.

“It’s Graham….”

“Oh really? I should’ve known,” she smirked.

“You’re a cheeky one aren’t you… being here when you’re not supposed to… saying my name wrong.”

“I could say the same. Say, what are you doing here so late,” she said ruffling his hair.

“Hey,” he laughed and she smiled, thinking about how cute he looked like that.

“Well done, you managed to distract me from what I was doing, pretty boy.”

“Ah well so did you, I was gonna head home and call it a night. But- wait- pretty boy?”

“Oh please, you know all the girls are drooling over you….” She said with her heart sinking.

“Pfft…” he rolled his eyes, “you’re jealous aren’t you?”

“Me? As if,” she said, thanking the darkness for hiding her blush.

“Anyway… how about you go back into form,” he told her as he went back to fix the music.

He found her error, “is it ok if I touch you, to help you?”

“Um… I- i- guess,” she felt her entire body heat up from nervousness. She never got nervous, but why was it him she was getting nervous for.

He placed he hands on her hips and moved them up her back fixing her position, “ is this good?” She nodded, her heartbeat was definitely escalated. “Ok.. well, this shows confidence, you need to be less stiff too, loosen up.” She took in and out a deep breath, relaxing her muscles, and hopefully her heartbeat. “That’s better. Now we will continue from this. This is a partnered dance, is it not?”

“Yes, it is…” she said. Oh god…. she thought.

“I did this dance last year, hopefully I’m not too rusty,” he chuckled.

When they music replayed they danced, quickly becoming in sync with each other. Carmen couldn’t let go of the thought of him being so, so, so close, and neither did he. Just them, only them, no one watching. “You do know what’s coming up right?” He whispered in her ear, sending chills down her back. She knew, “yes….”

One… two… three… and she was lifted in the air, they both got distracted by looking at each other, and they found themselves collapsing on top of each other.

Carmen opened her eyes, finding herself on his chest, “OH MY GOD! Gray, are you okay?”

He bursted out laughing, “I’m fine, are you okay?” He caressed her head.

“Yeah, yeah…. I’m ok. Maybe we should call it a night.”

“Mhm,” he got up and helped her to her feet.

Graham walked her to her house and wished her a good night.

She shut the door, she felt her heart pounding and replaying the night over and over in her head.

For the past two weeks, they kept meeting up and he helped her with her next performance. Her instructor, Countess Cleo, noticed the she was improving in her classes and the more comfortable they got with one another.

They got coffee together one morning before going to practice, they laughed a lot together, each moment was important to them and he begun to see Carmen differently too. He found himself looking at her, having a strong desire of seeing her. But for the both of them, they looked forward to seeing each other after their class ended.

It was the day of the show, Carmen was getting ready. She had a gorgeous dress, her hair was in a clean high bun, and her makeup made her face sparkle.

She went to talk with a few of the girls, Sheena, leader of the group, she hated talking to her. Sheena was once again bragging to everyone that she played in the Nutcracker. Even though Carmen couldn’t handle it, she had to keep up appearances. However, Carmen, of course, had her snarky comments that she would say to Sheena.

Sheena was talking to the group, and Carmen was about to say something, but she saw Graham behind Sheena and snuck away from the group. She followed close behind him. Where is he going? she thought.

She knew he was preforming tonight. She followed up to the roof. Why is he going to the roof?!

He stopped and kneeled to look at the large glass dome. “C’mere, it has the best view.” He talked to her.

How did he know I was-? She thought as she walked and kneeled next to him.

“What are you doing up here Gray? We have a show coming up… well I do anyway…”

He looked directly into her eyes, the he turned away and stared through the glass and sighed. “Why not…? I was going to watch you from up here,” he looked back at her. His eyes lit up, “I love this song!” He got up and reached for her hand. She looked up at him and held his hand as she got up.

“Just follow my lead.”

He rested his hand on her hip and held her hand as they did a slow dance. She slowly started to forget about her performance, getting lost in the sounds of his heart beat and warmth.

As she rested her arms on his shoulder, she looked at him, “I think this is the part where we kiss,” she said almost shyly. Graham rested his forehead on hers and his hair sprawled on her, he chuckled, “Mhm.” He lifted her chin and moved in for a kiss. It's soft and slow, the intimacy of it all making her head feel light. Softly touching their lips, several closed-mouth consecutive light kisses. She reaches her hand up and tangles her fingers in his hair, at the nape of his neck, feeling the softness of his curls. He takes on the encouragement and brings his mouth down again, but this time he lodges her upper lip in between his and gives her a proper, albeit slow, kiss. She sighs into it and tightens her fingers around his neck, so he leans closer and deepens the kiss.

The sounds of clapping stopped them. Coming back in haze and her heart fluttery and happy, she realized, “Gray! I have to go.” “We better go my red sneak-a-roo.”

They rushed their way downstairs, Carmen holding his hand as she guided him backstage.

"There you two are!" the instructor, Countess Cleo, said angrily.

"We were just-" Graham started.

"I don't want to hear it. One of these days you two are gonna get caught. You two are just lucky enough that I'm going to keep my mouth shut."

She turned around and smiled at him as he smiled back at her.

She left to go to perform, the only thing he could watch was her and everything else was blocked out.

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weirdraccoon · 8 months

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You know that old superstition where it was believed that if you were menstruating you couldn't touch plants otherwise you'd kill them? 🥀🔴

An idea for a short fic came to mind.

Mirabel garlick is about to start a herbology lesson in the greenhouse but notices a muggle-born girl who doesn't want to come in for a lesson out of fear of rotting the plants because she has her first period, and Mirabel kindly takes her aside he explains to her that it's not true.

Bonuses. Did you also know that it was once not recommended to wash yourself, even doctors said so because for some reason it was believed to stop the flow? If you want you can add that he also explains to her how important it is to wash for the obvious reason of the proliferation of bacteria 😷🦠 .Ps. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I really liked the latest posts on Fig 💙.

Ohhh! I didn't know any of this! It's so interesting and awful at the same time!

Here's to a muggle-born witch attending Hogwarts:

"All right class, pay attention!" Professor Garlick exclaimed over the excited voices. "Feeding a Venomus Tentacula can be a walk in the park but it can also become an utter nightmare with even accidental deaths."

The once energetic room was suddenly as quiet as the Library. She grinned.

"But don't worry! These babies are still growing. They won't be able to eat you all," she explained, "maybe just chew you and spit you. Their teeth aren't sharp enough yet to hurt humans. That's why we'll be feeding them this!" She showed the bags full of plant food on the main desk. "Pair up for now, so you can pull your partner out of the way if the Tentacula seems a little too friendly with them."

She observed her students with a grin on her face. She did love how excited they got when doing something new. The Gryffindors, mainly, loved doing daring tasks, so she made a mental note to keep an eye on them. She wouldn't want them hurting her precious plants only because one tried to chew on Prewett again.

To her surprise, she noticed Poppy Sweeting arriving late. Odd. She was always punctual in her classes. Thinking something was wrong she made her way to the short girl.

"Good morning, Miss Sweeting," she greeted warmly, "it's so out of character for you to be late. Is there something I can help you with?"

"I apologize, Professor," Poppy said with a grimace. "It's not me who has the problem. I woke up this morning and Teagan wasn't in the room. I went looking for her after breakfast but she wouldn't come out of the bathroom and she even claimed she'd killed the plants if she came to class!"

Professor Garlick blinked several times. That sounded... ominous.

"Did she explain why she'd kill my plants?"

"No, Professor, she didn't want to say anything more," Poppy sighed frustratedly.

"Ok, don't worry," she smiled at the girl, "I'll check on her as soon as class is over."

"Thank you, ma'am," Poppy smiled back before going to the last Tentacula which was trying to bite Everett.

Professor Garlick frowned in thought. There was something serious going on. She just hoped nothing bad happened to her student before she could find her.

As it was, Professor Garlick found her waiting for her next class in the Potions Hallway.

"Miss McQuoid," she called. "Why weren't you in Herbology?"

Teagan flinched and bowed her head. Her hair covered most of her face, including the ugly scar she carried from whatever happened in the muggle world.

"I'm sorry Professor Garlick," she said hurriedly. "I didn't want to kill your plants."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"I- I'm-" the poor girl stuttered. "It's just- I'm bleeding," she whispered with so much fear Garlick was taken back. "And when a woman bleeds, she's not supposed to touch plants or she might kill them just as she's not supposed to wash herself."

Garlick blinked several times again.

"Come with me," she ordered.

"But- Professor Sharp-"

"I'll talk to Professor Sharp later, right now we're going to Nurse Blainey," Garlick ordered.

Teagan followed in silence not once raising her head. Garlick sighed. Was that what muggles were teaching their young women? No wonder they didn't live past 30.

"Noreen! I need your assistance with a young witch," Garlick called once they entered the empty Infirmary. "Periods, Noreen, please?"

Noreen raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at the fifteen-year-old witch. She was too old for this to be her first period, but she had to remember she had been living with muggles for her first one. She didn't know much about muggles, but the girl looked horrified.

"There's nothing to worry about, darling, it's normal," she comforted. "I'd be more worried if you weren't on your period, to be honest. Here," she offered a towel and pointed to the bathroom. "Go clean up, we'll be there in a second with some books that might help. And don't be embarrassed," she winked. "Every witch goes through it."

Teagan was tense, that was obvious, but she obliged and followed Nurse Blainey's orders. Mirabel and Noreen glanced at each other and nodded in agreement. They rushed to the Nurse's quarters to grab some books and chocolate and then proceeded to the baths where Teagan was already in the water looking as if she just killed someone.

"Can you tell us what the muggles taught you," Noreen asked softly.

Teagan spoke in a whisper, as if talking about it would send her straight to hell. She spoke with guilt and fear and both older witches wanted to make the muggles who took care of the girl suffer for their ignorance.

However, they also understood it wasn't their fault. Not really. They were just teaching what they were taught themselves.

At least Teagan was no longer part of that world, and they'd make sure to take care of her and show her how to take care of herself.

"Those are all lies," Noreen claimed, offering a book and a bar of chocolate, "eat that and check out his book. It's all about the nature of witches. You can bathe yourself, in fact, you must. That way you avoid infections and illnesses."

"And you can come to the Greenhouses," Mirabel added. "I promise nothing can kill those plants. I'll come with you later and we can test it together if you'd like?"

Teagan nodded hesitantly. She still wasn't sure. She grew up listening to older women talk about it like it was punishment and a sin. How could she change her mind so quickly?

That afternoon she took the first step, though. After her bath, she was surprised to realize it didn't cut it off or anything. She felt fresher actually and her cramping lessened. Nurse Blainey taught her a spell to keep her clothes clean and reminded her to take a bath or a shower in the morning, or even before bed if she so preferred.

And then the plants.

Her favorite class, and her favorite magical discovery.

She was so happy when she realized the plants didn't act differently. She fed the Tentaculas and Cabbagges with happy tears in her eyes, and she planted new Ditanny and Knotgrass seeds under Professor Garlick's supervision.

She spent around 20 minutes in the Greenhouse, and not one plant died because of her touching it.

If muggles were wrong about this, could they be wrong about other things too?

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #mirabel garlick #noreen blainey #hogwarts legacy fanfic

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lex-munro · 1 year

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[Suicide Squad Scrap] Princess pt. 21

self-indulgent batjokes-flavored SS/BvS/JL, installment 21.

the piece as a whole is rated Mature for pervasive language, varying degrees of violence, use of controlled substances, sexual references, questionable ethics, and themes of mental illness. set from Flag’s POV, with references to Birds of Prey, but not compliant with The Suicide Squad.

p.s. Gotham!Strange is one of my favorite versions of him. love me some quiet menace.

***

They split up again when they get back off the island, taking Croc’s directions to surface at different drains. Bit by bit, they trickle over to the VIP room at the Jokers Wild (Harley’s batch stops by her place to grab Brucie, Digger, and Harley’s ‘business partner,’ who turns out to be a latchkey pickpocket named Cassandra).

Mike has brought Lawton’s daughter, as ordered—the assassin hugs her tight and kisses her cheek and introduces her.

Joker beckons his henchman over, has a whispered conversation, sends the guy away again.

Flag realizes they’re all looking at him. “Well, ladies? What’d we get?”

The Latina (Montoya?) pulls out a sleek little tactical computer. “This baby was a present from a contact at the GCPD—Canary cracked that shitty Arkham mainframe like a fuckin’ egg with this thing.”

“Language, please,” Lawton warns with a significant look at his thirteenish kid.

Montoya smiles at Zoe. “Sorry, honey, ignore my crotchety self.” She boots the thing up. “Staff profiles were easy to find, but the files on experiments were a little obfuscated, so we didn’t get a good look earlier, just kinda downloaded all of it. Something about an experimental toxin, tuning it for use as various compliance measures. Anyway, this piece of sh—work is Professor Hugo Strange, the new director…”

She shows them the profile, side by side with what looks like police case files. It’s all pretty vague and circumstantial…but those circumstances coming up over and over is pretty suspicious.

“The Bat says he’s calling himself ‘warden’ of Arkham,” Flag puts in. “Said lobotomies went from two to twenty-seven in Strange’s first week. Covering up?”

“Easiest way,” Harley says. “Nobody listens much to the lobbies—ones who still talk, anyhow. You find a patient who’s a ward of the state, or who’s got a history of aggression. You do whatever you want. Then either electrostim or the needle, and poof, all their problems are gone, and so’s yours.”

“Speaking from experience?” Canary asks, looking at Harley askance.

“Whaaat? You know how hard it is to get the big thumbs up for clinical trials?”

Joker giggles. “Doctor Quinzel has a real touch with electricity.”

“Oh, please, you gave me more juice than I ever gave you—”

“You stole the only memories I still had, you thieving—”

“It’s a proven treatment regimen for manic-depr—”

“Lalala, not listening—”

“SHUT UP!” Flag shouts. “Both of you, Jesus! Like fu—fricking six-year-olds. So, we have some data to sift through. Ladies, you want any help with that? I’m a blunt instrument, but Arcee’s pretty handy with all types of surveillance, and despite his massive personality flaws, Jay’s brilliant.”

“Personality flaws?” Joker echoes with a hand to his chest. “Boy Scout, how could you say such a thing? Didn’t you guys go to all this trouble for little old me?”

“I’m here because Waller sucks and I didn’t want her to give me whatever drugs she gave you,” Digger says.

“I’m here for your boyfriend’s autograph, ell-bee-arr,” Arcee says with a shrug. “Nah, I’m just playing, you know you’re my bro, Mister J.”

Joker flashes Flag a dangerous grin. “And you…Rrrrick. You’re just thinking about what I said when we first met, aren’t you?”

“No, actually,” Flag dismisses. “I didn’t lie to you, and you got your visitations like you wanted. Nah, I was just thinking about those promises you made to the Bat.”

Joker’s grin slowly fades. “Yeah? Where’d you hear about that?”

“You’re pretty chatty when you’re high as a kite.”

Flag’s expecting it when Joker climbs into his lap with one of his murderous shark-grins. “Let’s just keep that a secret between you and me, hmmmm?”

Flag isn’t impressed. “Anybody ever tell you, you’ll make a lot more friends if you don’t constantly threaten them?”

“Nope!”

“Well, I’m not sure what you think you can threaten me with, anyway, since we’ve always got along fine and, as you said, I know your secret.”

Joker actually growls at him.

“Don’t do it, beautiful,” Lawton calls lazily from where he’s settled down to not-quite-doze in a luxurious leather armchair (next to Cassandra and Brucie, who are fully asleep). “You’ve been so well behaved—it ain’t worth spoiling that. The satisfaction won’t last long, and Daddy’s gonna be disappointed.”

With a slow breath and a roll of his neck, Joker stands back up.

“Shame,” says Harley. “Woulda been fun to see him bite you. Maybe take yer nose off.”

“Ah, shhhish-kebab,” Montoya says, glancing sidelong at Zoe. “Buncha this is encrypted. Don’t suppose anybody has a supercomputer handy? I hate to bug Oracle about it when we got so many…extralegal coworkers right now…”

“How about an Arkham employee-issue decryption device?” Harley asks. “Should still work. I mean…like, eighty percent of my other credentials never got revoked, and they ain’t got the funding to change ‘em out. Otherwise, I guess we could work on that ass—” She eyes Zoe and quickly finishes with, “—scerbic doctor who tried to poison my Pammy.”

Huntress stands up. “Canary and I can start working that angle while you get the device.”

Ratcatcher scoots closer to Montoya and says, “And me ‘n Monty can keep going through the non-encrypted stuff.”

(“Don’t call me Monty.”

“Sure thing, Mama Bear.”)

“All right,” Flag agrees. “Quinn, me ‘n Jay will come along as backup, since he’s the one with all the resources and reputation.”

“Then I’m coming, too,” Ivy says firmly. “These two need professional babysitting when they go anywhere together.”

Flag drives, mostly because he doesn’t trust Harley’s driving and Joker keeps drifting.

It looks somehow more run-down with the lights and TV off.

“Home, sweet home!” Harley says brightly.

Ivy’s mouth twitches slightly, like she’s trying not to make a bad face at the ‘broke bachelorette with almost no sense of hygiene’ vibe.

“Just gonna use the little clowns’ room,” Joker says, sauntering through a door.

“Don’t steal my Fenty lipstick,” Harley warns, already poking through disorganized piles of junk. “Know it’s around here somewhere…”

“Should—can we help?” Flag asks, eyeing a disgusting old takeout container perched atop a stack of magazines.

“Ehhh, prolly better not. I got a system.”

A ‘system.’ Her mental roadmap must look like a demented habitrail, if the carnage she calls a living room is a ‘system.’

“Oh, that’s where I left that…Playboy issue with the Justice League cosplay shoot. The chick in the Martian Manhunter getup is pretty hot.” She pauses to wiggle her eyebrows at Flag. Then she goes back to digging and unearths a Flash-themed rubber duckie, which makes a sad squeaking noise as it hits the floor next to Ivy.

So Flag leaves her to it, occasionally grimacing at the things she finds in her search.

Almost ten minutes pass. More than enough time for anyone without a smartphone to be in a bathroom. Lawton said he’d collapsed in the shower, and he almost dropped twice during the Arkham run…

“I’m gonna go make sure Jay didn’t fall in or something,” he says, and ducks through the bedroom door.

The light is on in the en suite, and it does look like Joker perused the makeup on the vanity.

The clown himself is standing in the shadows of the unlit bedroom, back to the door with something in his hands.

“Harley’s gonna be pissed if she finds you going through her shit,” Flag says.

Joker glances at him distractedly, then looks back at whatever he’s found.

It’s a rusted little tin lunchbox with photos and pieces of paper in it. Some of it’s to be expected: Polaroids of them as a couple, sketches of tattoo designs, Joker headlines, articles, a cover of Time that dubs him ‘America’s most interesting inmate’…

But some of it’s…a little sinister. There’s tabloid shots of a pretty guy with Bruce Wayne, speculative headlines about a ‘mystery date’ and a ‘bisexual billionaire.’ There’s a sheet of lined notebook paper where Harley practiced signing ‘Harley Napier’ or ‘Harleen Napier’ a few dozen times.

“What’s that?” Flag asks, seeing the corner of some kind of plastic card or badge in Joker’s hand.

“I…I think it’s…it was…me,” Joker replies in a small, numb voice. “I think I found this before, but ever since Ace Chemical, my memory’s always been…” He trails off with a half-shrug.

The card is a partially-melted Jersey driver’s license featuring the pretty guy from the tabloid clippings. And…yeah, take away the eyebrows, turn the skin white…

“Holy shit, it is you,” Flag agrees. “Napier, J-something. Wow, you look great for your age.” He remembers that little note in Fries’ dossier: Jack Napier, alias Jack White, alias Mister J, alias The Joker. Joker’s dossier had said ‘alias Jack Napier (unconfirmed),’ like maybe his file wasn’t as current. Is Harley the reason ARGUS knows Joker’s old name?

Joker’s breathing is getting shallow and erratic, edging toward either an angry tantrum or a panic attack. “Why does she have this? Why would anybody want—I don’t know who this is. He’s just some—some boring nobody. I don’t—I can’t remember—”

Flag takes the card, shoves it back in the lunchbox, snaps it shut. “Jay, don’t worry about it,” he says quickly but quietly. “Don’t even think about it, all right? It’s ancient history. You’re the Joker now, the craftiest bastard to ever rule Gotham’s seedy underbelly, and the Batman is head-over-heels in love with you. It’s pretty rare and special to find somebody who cares about you even when they’ve seen the worst of you, and I don’t see him asking for picket fences and soccer-mom vans. He’s not her. He doesn’t wanna change who you are—he just wants you to change a behavior. Stop killing people, right? He didn’t make you promise to get a nine-to-five, or stop breaking the law, or sell off your club. He didn’t make you promise to put on a suit and shake hands to get a big enough bonus for a family vacation. He doesn’t want you toothless—he just wants you trained, like any good Daddy would.”

If pep talks are out of Flag’s comfort zone, having a mass-murderer hugging the breath out of him is like setting foot on the moon without a space suit. Is this how Lawton felt when Flag hugged him in Midway?

“Uh,” he says, perturbed and unpleasantly squished. “Kinda need to breathe.”

Joker lets him go abruptly, nodding.

A stray thought wiggles its way to the front of Flag’s mind. “Waitasecond—you told Harley earlier that you don’t lie…”

“Hm? No. Make shit up if I don’t know an answer. Kid around sometimes, but I always give it away within a couple of minutes.”

Flag’s brain derails slightly. “So you really, actually have ‘Daddy’s Whore’ tattooed across your ass.”

Joker laughs at him, a simple, relieved sort of sound, and all his anxiety has vanished. “Yep. You shoulda seen the look on his face when he saw it—he threw me outta bed. And then he couldn’t stop laughing for five and a half minutes.”

“Oh, you timed him?”

“Yup. Woulda been longer, probably, but I started sucking him off.”

“TMI.”

“LOL,” Joker retorts, holding his left hand over his mouth and wiggling his brows. He grabs the lunchbox and makes for the door.

“Jay,” Flag tries.

“No. I need to do this.”

So Flag gives himself a three-count to enjoy the silence of the tiny bedroom before going out to keep the peace.

“Did you go through my stuff?” Harley demands, teeth bared.

“Did I find it before?” Joker counters. “Is that what set me off? Why I ditched you? Is it why I have more blanks in my fucking memory? A fucking dissociative manic episode from finding out you had some deranged fantasy of grooming me into a briefcase-lugging middle manager with your love and understanding? Did you even see me, or just that guy who was dating Bruce Wayne?”

The way Harley’s face crumples says everything.

With a wordless snarl, Joker opens the lunchbox and starts to tear things apart.

“Stop it!” she shrieks, grabbing for the lunchbox. “That’s mine!”

“I’m not yours!” he screams back.

“Ugh,” says Ivy, rolling her eyes but not bothering to interfere as the spat goes on.

When they stoop to scratching and hair-pulling, Flag and Ivy step in and pull them apart. “That’s enough,” Flag says while Ivy dries Harley’s tears.

Joker sits down in the middle of the floor, giggling to himself amid shreds of paper. And then he stops, all bloodthirsty seriousness, and says, “Jack’s dead. There’s just me, now. But I guarantee I can put a smile on your face, if you wanna put a leash on me so bad.”

Flag watches Harley and deeply pities her; she’s clingy by nature, looking for someone to follow, and that usually leads to addictive codependency. She needed Joker’s strength, so she covered up her bruises with a fantasy until it all came tumbling down.

She takes a long breath, sniffles, licks some snot off her upper lip. “We’re bad for each other, Mister J. The worst. I try to please you, it feeds your narcissism; I try something new, it comes across as fake; you lash out, I bleed. So I get hurt and you feel lied to. And it’s awful lonely, I know, especially with the amnesia and the dissociative blackouts. It must be scary, feeling so alone.”

Joker looks up at her. “Only two things scare me: my Batsy when he’s truly angry, and being in love with him.”

She raises her eyebrows. “That’s ‘cause you’re afraid of being alone when he either dies or dumps you,” she says with the wisdom of experience.

Joker just stares at nothing—either he’s thinking it over, or he’s gone away inside his head again. He looks lost, and tired, and so much like Junie…

Flag clears his throat. “Quinn, you find that Arkham decryptor?”

She holds up a thumb drive. “Let’s go crack Strange’s top secret bullshit.”

“Let’s go, Jay,” Flag says, offering a hand up. “You need some downtime while our revenge percolates.”

Joker looks at him blankly.

“C’mon, let’s get back to Floyd,” Flag tries, knowing that both of their pet psychos have latched on to Lawton’s dominant, decisive personality. Harley wants to be a sidekick, Joker wants to be a princess. Can’t do those without someone willing to take responsibility instead of just authority.

“You’re going to have to be more forceful about it,” Ivy tells him. “You don’t want him staying like that, or he’ll kill someone…maybe one of us.”

Flag straightens up and readies his rifle. “Get your ass up off that floor. We don’t have time for this shit; we got a devil to catch and a Bat to save.”

Joker blinks hard, squints up at him, staggers upright. “What’d I miss? Why the serious faces?”

“We gotta get the decryptor back to the club. And you need to sleep off the rest of those drugs before you collapse again.”

“Oh. Kay.”

“I’ll drive,” says Ivy. “You babysit the clown.”

Ivy drives like a racer, it turns out. She’s all tight clearances and high speeds, in control the whole time. It’s not unsafe…but it is unnerving, especially with Harley twisted around to talk to Flag. She’s asking about Ratcatcher, of all things—filling silence per her usual, but genuinely interested, too.

“Nice enough kid, if you get on her good side, but she took two fingers off a guard after her first mission. She’s a biter, like her little friends.”

“What’s up with that, anyway? Are they just trained real well, or what?”

“That was my first guess, too. No, she honest-to-God can talk to ‘em and understand ‘em. Some kinda meta-human super power. They don’t understand a lot of human speech except from her, and not all of them can read, but they’re smarter than you’d think. They can tell her all kinds of shit.”

“Huh. Well, that’s worth investigatin’ for sure. She could be a spy, or a private detective! She could join the Birds of Prey!”

“I dunno…it took a month to really get her playing nice with others, and that’s only because she thinks Jay’s funny and she likes to troll Digger.”

Joker rouses from staring out the window to half-heartedly protest, “I am funny.”

When they get back to the club, it turns out that the whispered conversation with Mike was to arrange for the opulent sofa in Joker’s office to be made into a temporary bed for Zoe, with four armed guards outside.

The place is quiet and dimly-lit otherwise, just a few heavies at strategic points. In the VIP room, Croc and Digger have fallen asleep over a drinking game, it seems; Ratcatcher has some kind of mobile device plugged into the hacking laptop so that she and Montoya can double-team the easy-access data; Lawton is still lounging, but watching the door with his rifle over his lap and a cup of tea (maybe?) in his hand; Cassandra and Brucie are still snoring away on a loveseat near Lawton.

Harley flounces over to the girls with the decryptor (Ivy trails after).

Lawton’s brows furrow when he sees the roughed-up state of their two crazies. “What the hell happened, Flag?”

“What, like it’s my fault these two are as catty as a pair of high school girls?”

“Harley started it,” Joker says loftily.

“Fuck you, you went through my shit!” she retorts.

“I’m not yours!” he roars again, and the whole room stills (Cassandra peeks open an eye, Brucie sits up with a confused little growl, and Digger startles awake with a yelp). His chest is heaving, his eyes are wild. He looks like a starving wolf about to strike.

Lawton stands slowly. “Come here. Now.”

Joker takes a step and stops again, trembling. Flag wonders if that fear toxin is still making him see shit…

“Don’t make me repeat myself, princess.”

Haltingly, step by step, Joker diverts to Lawton, on the other side of the room from Harley.

“Good boy,” Lawton says solemnly. “You’re not hers. You’re his. But you ain’t gonna belong to nobody if we can’t get Waller’s claws out of him. So you’re gonna sit your pretty ass down, I’m gonna clean up these scratches, and you’re gonna sleep until those drugs have run their course. And when you wake up, you’re gonna put your eyes on the prize and stop letting yourself get distracted by your crazy ex-girlfriend. You’re supposed to be the big badass here, right? So boss up.”

Once it’s done and Joker is curled up asleep under a fuzzy green blanket, Lawton stalks over to the girls and puts his hands on his hips (Flag is sitting at a nearby table with a cold glass of beer). “Baby doll, I’m gonna need you to stop picking fights,” he says to Harley. “His mind ain’t been right since we left the Bat with Waller, and if he snaps, he will kill each and every one of us. Straight-up murder us. Possibly cut our faces off and wear ‘em for Halloween.”

“Might not kill us,” Flag corrects. “He promised the Bat he was done killing. That’s why he didn’t kill that scumbag, Vince. But clearly mutilation is fair game.”

Harley makes an apologetic face. “If he has a dissociative episode, he might kill us all without even realizing it. It gets bad sometimes, like he’s a different person with zero self-control and a boatload of violent urges. I was actually making good progress on that with meds, but obviously I couldn’t get him his pills while I was locked up, so…” She shrugs.

“Promised not to kill, huh?” Montoya says. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”

“He’s kept it through a lotta shit so far,” Lawton admits.

“Well, it was for their anniversary,” says Ratcatcher. “Wadn’ it? Right before he went to Arkham this last time. Twenty years is a big deal—you don’t stick with somebody that long unless you’re serious or you never see each other.”

An hour later, Montoya says, “Aha, here we go, ‘fear therapy serum.’ Wow, what the fuck?”

Everyone still awake gathers around her to watch a collection of videos documenting the fear toxin experiments (Joker is sleeping soundly, Harley has cuddled up with Cassandra and Brucie, Lawton has nodded off, and Croc is still snoring away). The entries involve a lot of screaming and twelve-inch needles.

They’re all just…staring. Horror, fear, anger…

“Shit’s fucked up,” Montoya says in a small voice.

“They woulda done that to Mister J,” says Ratcatcher.

“They kinda did,” Digger points out. “But only once, so that’s an improvement over…” He squints at the screen. “John Dee. Twelve exposures, three lobotomies, six applications of electrical therapy. Seems like overkill…”

Flag grunts and says, “All in the name of fine-tuning this ‘fear toxin’ and its delivery. For wide-area pacification.”

Montoya stands up and walks away a few steps. “None of this is gonna stick on its own,” she says. “They’ve apparently got at least limited government sanction through this ‘ARGUS’ agency, and definitely deep pockets, and all the subjects they’ve abused are wards of the state. With lobotomies all around, I doubt they’ll be complaining about their doctors’ choice of treatment plan.”

“So we go public with it,” says Ivy. “Make the Agency deal with donors who don’t like bad publicity, so that they cut Strange and Crane loose.”

“Good call,” Flag says with a nod of agreement.

“What about that reporter from Metropolis?” says Montoya, holding out a hand. “The one who does all Superman’s interviews? She nailed Lex Luthor’s reputation to the fucking wall.”

“Lois Lane,” Digger sighs with a faraway look.

“Dude,” says Ratcatcher.

“What? Have you seen her? She looks like a Disney princess with nice boobs. And she’s proper sassy, too, not the ball-busting kind like Harls.”

Ivy scoffs at him.

Montoya makes a face like she’s decided to ignore Digger’s bullshit. She tells Flag, “I’ll have Oracle get us in touch with her.”

.End.

#fanfic #scraps #Suicide Squad #CANON DIVERGENCE #universe alteration #guest-starring the Birds of Prey (and Brucie)#guest-starring Poison Ivy #fic series: princess

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ai-thne · 2 years

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can't believe someone still has to say this but if you, a cis straight girl, fancy yourself for having so many friends who are gay men, but think that that makes you entitled to say the f slur and act weird around my partner and i (lesbians) when we're there talking to our mutual friend, you're a bigot in rainbow clothes.

#yelling into the void #sorry this sounds like i should have posted it in 2015 because by now the whole point of this post is obvious to everybody #but unfortunately i live in a backwards hellhole of a country so we still have an abundance of people like this and it still makes me mad #because ok time to rant #couple days ago my friends and partner and i all went to a festival together #we go every year and it's always great fun #except this year a couple of our friends decided to invite their own friends from out of the region too #i personally don't know those people but you do you i mean i have abandonment issues but they don't really apply in this case #(i still felt like shit thinking about how they went around more with those people than us their friends of several years but ok)#also i don't really remember if they asked us if it was ok if those people were coming or not but i digress #either way yeah they were fine with us not really liking this one girl that was coming because„„#you know the popular high school girl stereotype?#yeah #she's unable to admit being at fault too and the person i'm vaguing in the text above #because girl you can't just straight up go silent and look at my partner with that fucking face (even i can tell) once we show up #we were on queue for food too lmao it's not like i'm here to annoy you i'm hungry #if i could go somewhere else i'd go there but yk #i have food allergies and more than two vendors here don't know if their fry oil could send me flying into anaphylaxis so #so anyway. went quiet when my partner and i showed up and whispered to who i assume was her shitty bf while i talked #as if i talked more than 500 words the whole festival #i felt like shit and i hope to god she lives with the uncomfortable feeling of knowing that she can't fool my partner and i with her facade #i made fun of it once i realized (in private) but then it just faded into bitterness

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doriana-gray-games · 3 years

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Watson fakeout makeout thingy

It's about half past 2 am... I really wanted to get this out tho for Watson day (hey, it's still Watson day somewhere)!

This is a continuation of this Lestrade fakeout-makeout post

it's a little raunchy, (but not in the way you probably hope :P), anyway, I'm setting a +16 rating on it—please let me know if that's not how age ratings work, because tbh I still don't really know despite having tried to learn them.

How very new this is.

It would not be the first time you have had to dress up like this, to assume an identity, and lie to solve a case. However, it is the first time you have had to enter such a site of sights—

Bodies, tongues, and sweaty skin.

A place of easy business and expensive pleasure. Seemingly, the victorian morals went out the window with the bustiers—quite remarkable what you have seen, still only in the foyer.

"Are you quite sure you are ready for this, Watson?" You look to your companion, whose eyes dart between the fabric-covered walls and carpeted floors.

They nod enthusiastically, their face blank and slightly sweating. "Uh-huh." They croak while peeling off their coat, unveiling unusually divulging clothes on their firm frame. "I'm fine—I'll be fine, Sherlock."

—Time to put on a show.

You do as Watson does and follow suit, and with fewer layers, the air feels cool on your exposed skin—which you notice their eyes lovingly trace.

"So—" they clear their throat, "we are here to confirm that Mrs Herringford was... attending, on the night of the murder, by searching the room she was in, is that right?"

And it seems Watson's blushing has already begun.

You suppose you'll have to take the lead today. "I suspect so. If that is the case, the pieces of the puzzle will fall into place—"

But your talks of topics best kept quiet are interrupted—a not very prim, yet very painted lady enters the room. "Welcome." She smiles widely at the both of you. Her glazed eyes roam your figure as she sways to your side. Her hand coming to linger lightly on your waist. "How very welcome you are, darling. What fun, new faces, very pretty ones at that—"

But you are pulled into Watsons side, by their hand coming around your back, and in doing so, replacing the woman's hand with their own. You almost stumble by the force, but are steadied by your companion's tight grip. "We're good, madam. Thank you." The clipped tone in Watson's voice feels even more foreign than their hand on your waist.

The lady looks a little disappointed but says nothing and leaves the room with a curtsy.

What in all damnation—"What was that?!" you whisper loudly.

Watson, yet holding on to you, still seems hard and determined. "I did not trust her. This is safer. I'll pretend to be your... intended or your..."

"My lover?"

Again they nod enthusiastically.

"Alright... I suppose that is a plan..."

"Good." They let go of your waist and instead take hold of your arm, leading you further into the establishment.

The next room is larger, with even more lush fabrics lining the walls and some bodies pressed against them, if not sprawled on sedans or chairs.

"Watson?"

"Mmm?"

"I believe the older woman in the corner is the madame. We need to strike up a conversation with her."

"Got it."

"And Watson?"

"Yes?"

"Do I have your permission to act?"

"... Do, please, use some sense."

"I'll take that as a yes—"

"OH, MADAME!" you shout across the room as your partner stiffens. "My lover and I need a word with you—it is most urgent!"

Her eyebrows lift a little, and as you walk towards her, Watson in tow, the woman gestures towards a doorway obscured with drapes and beads.

"Th—thank you, madam—my lady—I uh..." Your companion struggles.

"Madame is quite alright, pet." She winks.

Who calls someone 'pet'? Completely abnormal, you think. As you pull Watson closer against you.

The new room is quieter, calmer. And you feel your mind finally formalizing the final part of the plan. "Madame," you begin, leaning into Watson as believable as you can when they are as rigid as a board, "my lover is very eager to get started—as I'm sure you can imagine. But, you see, we do not want what the rabble already have." You lower your voice, "we heard from Mrs Herringford, a dear friend, that you offer certain particular services, a special room, perhaps?"

At the mention of that name, she hardens. "Do we?"

"Do you not?"

"Perhaps..."

"Well..."

You see it in her eyes. She does not trust you to be love-crazed customers. What she believes you are, you're not sure, but at this rate, you will never get your answers.

Time for drastic measures.

You lean into Watson as to whisper—"whisper something."

"Huh, what?" they whisper back.

"Oh, you rascal! You're positively rakish! Dirty bugger—not in front of the lady—" you smack their arm as you turn to the madame, "I beg your pardon, but I believe you see we're on the very edge here—unless you'd rather see us in flagrante—it might be best to, send us off, as it were."

"Oh, do go on."

"What."

"Luv, there's nothing I haven't seen—by all means, surprise me, and the room is yours." Her words are not too harsh, but her eyes are a different story.

Well, it is now or never...

You turn to your steadfast companion, who, to be perfectly honest, looks a little seasick. Whispering under your breath, "Watson, kiss me—"

"I—I, can't possibly—" they whisper back as a bead of sweat rolls down the side of their face.

"Watson, the lady, is looking at us—kiss me!"

They audibly swallow and, to their credit, lean in close. But not enough.

Oh, for god's sake—

You grab their neck and pull them in.

As their lips clash on yours. The moment feels fast and hazed, yet Watson remains as if frozen under your touch. Even their soft stolen lips remain set. Their eyes closed, and as you stop moving, nothing happens. Their hand is on your hip, and the other halfway to your face—

But you thought... you thought maybe... something more... not...

You remove yourself from them, feeling foolish for thinking—

As the hand that you had snaked around their neck loosens,

"No—" You feel their palm suddenly on your cheek, their fingers moving you, only for lips to meet again. Watson's hand on your hip pulls you in. Their hand in your hair. Yours in theirs. And how warm they are. And soft. And all you ever wanted.

"Watson—"

"—Sherlock."

Your breaths are gasping, and again, and again you meet.

What mission? No moment ever existed before, practically melting away. As their steady form hold you as you feel ready to—

"—quite enough, you two, you'll get slobber on the carpet!" a distant voice shakes your mind awake.

You release them, and they release you. But you can't look at them. Not now.

The madame looks impatiently and unimpressed. "Are you done? If you believe your display of youthful grabbing would shock me you are mistaken—so, I imagine we need have no further business as—"

You steel your voice, praying it won't waver, "We will need a room, of course, and as many pillows, as you can spare. Bring blankets, wooden planks, a broom, an oil lamp, a sturdy book, rope, and a bottle of champagne."

"...Very well, could I interest you in a room with a very spectacular view?"

"Whatever is good enough for Mrs Herringford is good enough for me, but we will only be the two of us for now," you say, finalising the purchase with the mission in mind—

"Excellent. Come this way," she says and smiles. And as you and Watson are led out the door and up the stairs, your companion stare at you with something akin to horror. "What, what are you going to do with—with all that! I don't even, I can't, I really don't think I am ready for—"

"We, you and I, are going to... build a pillow fort!" Your smile is bright and excited. "Oh, do not worry, I simply needed to shock her. A nonsensical inventory of items. Might as well enjoy the room as we wait out the hours. We could read together—under blankets, Watson!"

They, who looked frozen only seconds ago, now appear thawed. "Pillow fort, you say." Their frame leans against yours a little, their smile slowly growing. "I would love that more than anything."

"And..." Watson continues, "we could... practice our cover a little... perhaps. To be sure."

"Yes," you say, "to be sure."

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Scenario: Levels of Intimacy

Characters: gn! reader x Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, Chongyun, Venti, Dainsleif

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Diluc

When you first start dating, is a man of few words, but definitely shows that he cares. Is the type who sends you flowers but doesn't say anything about it.

Gradually warms up a bit more as time passes.

Is not a fan of public displays of affections but you'll notice that he'll touch you in subtle ways. Touching your lower back to steer you to the right path, touching your shoulder to get your attention, touching your arm when he just feels like it.

You'll catch him looking at you once in a while and when you ask what's wrong he shakes his head and will say something like, "Nothing, just got distracted,"

When you're alone, will lay his head on your lap for whatever reason. Will usually be reading a book and the next time you glance at him he would have fallen asleep, peaceful look on his face.

People will notice that his mood changes when you're around. He's a lot less on edge and will take a more relaxed stance.

People will also notice the gentle look on his face when he talks to you, compared to the stiff look he gives others.

Will give heaps of forehead kisses.

Kaeya

Has no problem showing affection right from the beginning.

Cheek kisser. Anywhere, anytime. Whenever he feels like it, for no reason at all.

When you're out in town, the type who will sneak up behind you, cover your eyes with his hands and ask, breath above a whisper and near your ear, "Guess who?" you know who it is every time.

If not that, then he'll just hug you from behind and "Caught you, you're coming with me," mischievous glint in his eyes.

People will notice how he can't seem to take his eyes off of you.

Is somehwhat flirtatious but always reminds you that you're number one. "I might look like I'm joking, but trust me, I'm serious about you,"

When you're alone, is the type who will take you in his arms, drop you in bed and just cuddle with you while playing with your hair.

Albedo

Doesn't say much when you first start dating. Actually you don't even know when exactly you guys started dating, you just had a hunch that it was happening because he starts to give you kisses on the top of your head whenever you would part ways with him.

When you ask about it, "Hm? Dating...? Yes, I suppose that's what you call it. I'd rather call it as an exclusive privilege to you,"

Asks for your company whenever he can. You don't do much, but just watch him work. He's happy with just being in the same room as you.

Will sometimes be conscious about the fact that you might be bored "Here, would you like to try?" is just an excuse for him to guide your hand on how to do specific alchemy experiments.

When he feels tired and burnt out will just appear next to you and hug you round the waist, rest his head on your shoulder and murmur "Just a small break,"

When you're out in town together and someone comments about it being rare to see Master Albedo accompanied by someone, he would reply back gesturing at you, "They are... My life partner. So, it's only natural you'd see us together."

Life partner=his word to indicate that you're dating

When you're alone, would ask you to fix his hair or tie his hair up cause "you're the only one who knows how to do it properly, aside from me,"

Childe

Absolutely cannot keep his hands to himself.

Always greets you with some form of hug, usually bear hugs or let me nuzzle into your neck hugs.

Would glue you to his hip if he could.

Visibly happy in public with you, dotes on you and asks you what you'd like to do today.

People can literally see hearts hovering around his head when you're around.

Hand holding a must.

Will not let you do any manual work or labor. Got something to carry? Will take it from you. Need to wash the dishes? Just use his vision. Having trouble with that jar? He might break it for causing you so much trouble.

When you're alone, will always be the big spoon and trail kisses on your neck.

Has a permanent smile plastered on his face when he sees you. "You're just too cute!"

Zhongli

This man is gentle and yet manages to be firm about what he wants, which is you, and no one else.

Does not show a wide range of emotions, he's either calm and collected or agitated and cautious, depending on situations that concern you.

Agitated and cautious because he feels like you're such a fragile thing.

Will enjoy watching your face light up at his suggestions and will get that soft hint of a smile on his face. "Strange, this effect you have on me. Quite an extraordinary thing, and that would be saying a lot considering I've been around for thousands of years,"

When he accompanies you out to town will walk a step behind you but regularly check on you by standing next to you, and reaching out to touch your shoulder that is further away from him. Thus you're momentarily in a semi-side hug. "Everything alright?"

When someone in public comments about you and him making a cute couple, he feels a sense of pride and confirms it. "It is as you say. I wonder from time to time how I've managed to have someone like them stay with me,"

When alone with you, is the type to pull you on their lap and keep you there for as long as he can while he works.

Xiao

Is totally a cold one even if you start dating. But it doesn't mean that he doesn't care, he just has his own way of showing it.

However the more you grow on him the more you find out that he gets flustered unusually easy.

When you suggest a date, for example, his face will get that subtle hint of red. "I-I don't have time for that,"

Sometimes he would say he wouldn't want to do something with you, but then when he finds out you went and did it by yourself he gets moody. "Huh? You already went to get ice-cream?!" will glare at nothing in particular until you say you can go with him next time. "Fine..."

Has periods of being worried that you're tired of him. You know when it happens because he gets quiet, and he will suddenly just grab your wrist, look at the ground, and mumble "... I know I'm not the best at showing and saying how I feel but..." you understand anyway, and are happy with just that.

Is actually extremely possessive. Usually will not hold your hand when walking around town but when a man somehow approaches you he's there in the next second and pulls you into a back hug while staring the guy down.

When you're alone, loves to have you lay your head on his lap and have quiet conversations with you.

Chongyun

is a shy boi and rather unsure of himself.

will gain confidence along the way.

“U-Uh, would you like to hold hands, maybe?” you tell him he doesn’t have to ask at all but he still asks the first few times anyway

Is very thoughtful about your schedule and workload, will constantly worry about you when you seem like you’re tired or overworked

When he knows you’re too tired he gets this sudden assertive side of him “That’s enough for today isn’t it?”

Will add a kiss to your temple, on the side of your forehead.

Sometimes will start to panic about something and turns to you for help. It’s actually something easy to solve so you help him and he would sigh and say “What would I do without you?” and leans in for a hug.

When you’re alone, has a surprisingly assertive side that pulls you in for a hug whenever he feels like it. Sometimes you’d fall together in bed and just cuddle while talking.

Venti

“A-ha! There you are!” will open his arms and wait for you to come to him. If you do, he does his trademark laugh and hug you tight. If you don’t, will stare at you with a questioning face but break into smile and say “Oh, too shy cause we’re out in public? Come on, it’s just a hug!”

Has no issues telling everyone in town that you’re a couple. “Oh yea, have you met Y/N here? Cute right?...And all mine!” Cue the trademark laugh again.

loves to sit on the sofa, lean his back on the arm of it and have you in his arms just looking down at you do your own thing, mostly reading. If not, then just taking naps with you there.

When the two of you are alone, he sometimes gets this sad or thoughtful look on his face, which is super rare on his usually cheerful demeanor. You would ask what’s wrong and he would snap back to reality saying, “...I was just thinking about...how it would be without you,” jumps back quite quickly and grins, “but that’s not gunna happen, you’re stuck with me till the end!”

Out in public when someone comments you’re such a cute couple he would readily agree and give you a side hug, arms round your shoulder, cheek pressed up against yours. “We’re the cutest you’ll ever see!”

Dainsleif

the definition of protective is this man

is very subtle with his touches, affection and words, but despite that you can feel his unparalleled loyalty to you and is surprisingly gentle.

loves to greet you with a one handed hug and a kiss on the side of your lips.

Out in town, will start off just walking beside you but you wouldn’t even notice when he had slipped his hand in yours. His type of hold is the type of hold that makes you feel like he’s never letting go until you do.

While out adventuring with you, will have these moods where he’s just clingy. Will pull you by the wrist, trap you in between him and a tree and lean in for a kiss on the lips, gently.

Will pull back a moment later, cheeks flushed pink and apologize. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me,”

loves to have you lean on his shoulder when you rest, and will watch you doze off peacefully.

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Till I Met You Again

Summary: Everyone is born with a life already planned out for them. Including their soulmates. Except, every person walking this earth has been given a specific soulmate marking that was similar to a tattoo to match their soulmate’s. The ink is invisible when one is born. To activate the soulmate marking, one has to be at least in a 20 feet radius to their designated soulmate. But of course, they wouldn’t know it until they start to notice the ink slowly appearing on their skin.

Theme: soulmate au, university au, enemies to lovers

Genre: angst, fluff

Warning: mild cursing

WC: 10k

Pairing: Soulmate!Yoongi x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hello! I kinda got too carried away in writing this one the other day, hence the word count for this is... woah. Hehe. But anyways, here's a soulmate au for you Min Yoongi lovers <3

Every person who was born into this earth has their life journey already written out for them in which it unfortunately remains a secret from them. And these living souls have been entitled to a soulmate that would potentially cross their path in the near future. Everyone is made for someone and the tattoo on their skin otherwise known as a ‘soulmate marking’ determines it for them.

The soulmate marking is nothing far from a tattoo as it imprints on your skin for eternity.

However, these markings will already be on you the minute you were born. Except, the ink will be invisible to the human eye.

But it’s definitely there. The only way to activate the marking is when one happens to be of 20 foot radius with their designated soulmate. This will cause the ink to start slowly appearing on one’s skin. Even so, these markings will start only when one has reached the age of 14. Only then will the ink start to be visible to one’s eye.

Unfortunately, until now when you’re already past 20 years of age, not a single tinge of ink was displayed on your skin. You’ve checked everywhere on your body. From your fingertips to your toes.

Nothing.

You weren’t really one who purely believed in this whole soulmate thing simply because you felt that there’s no such thing as a fixed soulmate. You should be free to choose who you want as your partner purely through interactions and chemistry you shared with the other, not by some marking on your skin. Your parents had a matching mark on their right wrists which was a simple rose in a glass jar.

No doubt you admired their love story and how they met, but you couldn’t see it for yourself. You really don’t want to fully depend on this supposed marking. Even when you went off to college, you’ve made it a point to try and go on dates no matter what their soulmate markings would be.

But it all turned out with the same ending. Either the guy dumps you for not having the same mark or they ghost you after the first date, saying you’re too good for them. All these never led to a heartbreak on your end because you were never in love to begin with.

You were simply trying your luck, trying to see if you’d find a single soul who was just as sceptical as you on this whole soulmate thing.

And so far, you’ve met none.

It was the start of university life for you as you’ve managed to enrol yourself for a Computer Science major in Hangang University. You took the same course during college, having interest in web design and computer technologies. You could only hope that the study load this time would give you a mental break every once in a while despite knowing the content is definitely heavier than college content.

But you still told yourself to persevere and never leave your knowledge hanging while you’re still young. With this mentality, you brought yourself to campus today for day one of university classes.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door to the specific lecture room for the first lesson.

Immediately, you were greeted by a room that had the majority of the students’ gender being males. But it wasn’t a surprise to you because CS majors tend to lean more towards males instead of females. This doesn’t bother you since you were here solely to study and perhaps make friends along the way.

You found an empty seat in the top last few rows. With careful steps, you climbed the stairs to make your way to the spot you had your eyes locked on. After you’ve settled down, you noted how the room was fairly quiet.

Probably because it was the first day of classes and nobody really knows each other yet. That was all pushed to the back of your mind when you heard chatting coming from the front door and you saw 2 friends walk in. It was pretty obvious they knew each other considering how they were laughing and talking freely to one another.

As you kept your curious gaze on them discreetly, you could only realise how good looking they were.

The taller one sported beautiful dark brown locks that were long enough to cover his eyes, his smile so charming you were sure anyone who crossed his path would fall for his smile in less than a second. And then there was the other one who sported a more edgy look with his shorter dark purple, undercut hair that was parted near the centre to show his forehead, a right eyebrow piercing to compliment his face.

You quickly diverted your gaze to your laptop screen, not wanting them to think you’re a creep. You were busy searching for the e-books for this lesson in your online school portal when you heard a gentle voice calling to you from your right.

“Hey, are these seats taken?”

You looked up to see the one with the eyebrow piercing staring at you with the softest smile on his face.

In response to his question, you simply mimicked his facial expression and shook your head at him. He thanked you quietly before the 2 of them settled down beside you down the row. They resumed their conversation for the next 3 minutes before the lecturer walked in to start the class.

Two hours later, you don’t even know how you managed to absorb the things your lecturer said but you did. You were typing out the notes he shared on the projector screen when you heard his voice through the speakers.

“I will let you go for your lunch break. Be back by 1pm, here. You can leave your bags behind since I will be locking the room once everyone leaves.”

With that, your classmates replied with a series of yes before they got up one by one ready to head for lunch. You were just typing out the last of your notes when the boy beside you spoke up. At first you thought he was talking to his friend. You completely missed the way he was turned to you.

Until he gently taps onto your forearm to tell you that his question was directed to you. With a turn of your head, you locked eyes with him for the second time that day. “H-Huh?” You stuttered, earning a stifled chuckle from him.

“I was saying, do you wanna join me and my friends for lunch? We’re already sharing classes, might as well get to know each other to prepare for future projects or assignments.” He kindly repeated himself for you, making you whisper a soft ‘oh’ under your breath.

It wasn’t like you to approach someone first when it comes to striking a conversation with a complete stranger. So when he did it for you, it surprised you that he even thought of letting you tag along with them to lunch. For this alone, you decided to accept his offer knowing he does have a point for that last statement.

With that being said, the three of you left the lecture room after bringing your wallets with you. You quietly followed beside the brown haired one as they immediately opened a topic for their conversation.

You were just checking your phone for the texts sent from your mom in your family group chat when a voice spoke up, addressing you directly.

“What’s your name?” You glance up to catch the one who asked the question was the brown haired one, as the purple haired one was already looking at you but it wasn’t intimidating in any way. So you found it easy to reply to them.

“Y/N.” You said as they all nodded only for the boy beside you to speak up. “Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Taehyung. This is Jungkook.”

And so you know.

After almost 10 minutes of walking, you finally arrived at the cafeteria located on the other side of campus from where you originally were. The cafeteria was filled with hungry students and occupied tables. This wasn’t something new but at times like these, you’d rather bring your own food and sit somewhere that’s less crowded and bustling.

Just when you were about to excuse yourself and get a take out instead, Taehyung’s voice sounded from beside you, “Hyung said he found a table for us. They’re at the side near the drink stall.” He addressed it to the Jungkook in particular.

Hyung? Found a table? Did their other friends go to this same campus too?

You thought to yourself as Taehyung soon led the three of you around the cafeteria with you following behind them like a lost puppy.

You were busy looking at the available food stalls around when you were stopped by the voices that called out to the 2 boys’ names. Curious eyes wandered over their figures to see just who their other friends were and you were met with a table filled with relatively handsome guys.

There were 3 guys seated at that table, happily welcoming Taehyung and Jungkook. Just when you thought they had forgotten you, Jungkook turns around to show you to his friends.

“If you guys don’t mind, we made a new friend this morning and we invited her to join us for lunch. Her name is Y/N.” Jungkook announced as the three boys smiled at you warmly.

“Hey Y/N. I’m Namjoon, this is Seokjin and Hoseok. It’s nice to meet you.” Namjoon said as he stretched his hand out for you to shake in which you obliged. You definitely didn’t miss the intricate design of a floral arrow lining his inner forearm. That must’ve been his soulmate marking. You soon found yourself seated next to Hoseok and Jungkook after buying your meal.

You were chewing your noodles when Taehyung spoke up to catch everyone at that table’s attention, “Where are they? Shouldn’t their class be over already?”

“Apparently they just ended 5 minutes ago. Minie told me they’re on their way now.” Seokjin replied.

Who were the ‘they’ Taehyung was referring to?

Were there more of their friends?

Oh great.

You refocused on your food, taking a bite out of the chicken meat as you listened to their ‘first day of university’ story. You found out that Namjoon was a Psychology major, Hoseok was a Dance major and Seokjin was a Culinary major.

You were currently staring at the pile of vegetables that Taehyung so kindly transfers into your bowl, after he asked around on who wants the boiled carrots and broccoli to which you said yes.

Taehyung was passing you every last bit of vegetable to your bowl when a sweet voice spoke up from the end of the table nearest to Namjoon and Seokjin.

“Finally! I thought you’d never make it for lunch.” Namjoon laughed as you heard a much raspier voice speak up from the same spot.

“I wouldn’t miss lunch for the world.” You heard the others laugh when Taehyung finally finished clearing his plate off the vegetables before turning to the newcomers to say his hellos.

“Oh, by the way, we have a new addition to our circle. She’s in Taehyung and Jungkook’s class so they tagged her along for lunch.” Seokjin announced as he reached his arm behind Taehyung to place a soft hand on the top of your right shoulder. You finally looked up from your bowl to see who the newcomers were.

The first guy you locked eyes with had cute puffy cheeks, sporting a pretty dark blue hair colour as his bangs framed his face nicely.

“Oh hello. I’m Jimin.”

You smiled shyly at him before your eyes naturally travelled to the other individual standing right beside Jimin and that’s when you frowned.

Unsurprisingly, the male did too.

His hair was an ash grey colour that parted at the side to show his forehead instead of letting it cover his eyebrows like Hoseok’s did. He had a few piercings on each ear. If his physique was unrecognizable to you, at least his face was. You knew exactly who he was without having to ask him for confirmation.

“Yoongi?” His name rolled off your tongue effortlessly in a whisper, stirring reactions from the rest of them.

“Wait, you know each other?” Jimin asked in confusion as his eyes travelled back and forth between you and Yoongi. That’s when you heard the other scoff before locking his eyes with you.

“Never thought I’d see you again after all these years.” His expression was dry and almost unwelcoming unlike the smiles his other friends gave you upon your first meeting. “Never wished for this day to come either but here we are…” You said sarcastically.

The tension was so thick, you were sure you would have to cut it with a knife instead of a scissors.

You broke the gaze by standing up, claiming you’ve lost your appetite.

“I’ll see you guys in class.” You said, directing your words to your classmates before you snatched your phone and wallet off the table top along with your tray of food to return. With a quick glance to Yoongi, you ignored his burning glare as you shoved past him by the shoulders causing him to stumble back a little.

The table fell quiet as Seokjin was the first to break the awkward silence, “Well, that was unexpected.” Yoongi scoffed as he left the table to go buy his food, not bothering to wait for Jimin as his mind was clouded with the thought of you being in his circle of friends.

The history of you two goes way back when you were in both pre and high school. Your first ever dispute with him was in preschool, all because you were both fighting over the crayon box. And then gradually, more fights would happen over silly little things. It came to a point where your teacher would have to separate you from each other.

Your disputes continued after you found out that he just so happened to join the same high school as you, let alone the same class. It only made things worse. You two would bicker and fight almost everyday like a married couple.

Your friends teased you often with him for the amount of fights you got into with him. They’ve even grown accustomed to the harsh comments you had thrown to each other on a daily basis.

Not a day goes by without either him stepping on your tail or you having a payback for all the pranks he did on you to get you worked up. And yet, just when you thought you were free from seeing the devil himself again, life has its way with you and it bothers you to the core at this very instant.

Your lecturer arrived back at the lecture room 15 minutes before 1pm and it seemed like everyone else was still having lunch. All except you. “You’re here early? Have you had your lunch?” He asked as he proceeded to unlock the room while you lingered behind him, standing up after you saw him approaching from afar.

“Yeah, I did.” You smiled, stepping back into the room after he pushed the door open. You climbed the stairs again to where your belongings were, taking out your air pods to bury yourself in music.

Shutting out the world around as you rested your head in your arms on the table. You didn’t notice the people strolling into the lecture room, too busy drowning yourself in your own little bubble. All of it soon came crumbling when you felt a soft tap on your shoulder.

That’s when you look up to see the 2 of them back in their seats.

You glanced ahead to see that the lecturer had already flashed the new slides onto the projector screen which indicates the start of class again. So you took out your air pods and kept them in its case before tossing it into your bag.

Class resumed and your messy thoughts were shoved to the back of your mind, far away from your main focus right now which was your class.

After a dreadful 4 hours of lessons, your lecturer finally calls it a day. He reminded all of you to be punctual for class tomorrow, saying that he has some group discussions for the topic he would be teaching. Once everyone was dismissed, you kept your stuff back into your bag quietly.

You could tell the two boys were waiting for you since they hadn't moved a muscle from beside you despite already standing up and were just leaning against the table while they chatted. The minute you stood up, they pushed themselves off the table and only then did they start walking down the steps.

The three of you made it to ground level thanks to the operating lift, making your way to the parking lot that was right beside the campus entrance.

You were just talking to Jungkook about your hobbies when you noticed a group of 5 guys gathered at the steps of the campus grounds through your peripheral vision. You could only guess it was their friends due to the voice that calls out to those walking with you. They led you towards the bunch as you glanced over to everyone but him.

“Hey Y/N, how did you come here this morning?” Namjoon asked, his voice nothing but sincere.

“Public transport.” You said simply with a smile directed towards him, only for Seokjin to speak up, “Do you need a ride home? I can drive you?”

With that being said, you kindly shook your head with a smile, not wanting to offend him in any way for turning his offer down. “It’s fine, I can manage on my own. Thanks for the offer though. Maybe next time.” You said as you bid the rest of them goodbye, not bothering to look at the very person you’ve held your grudge on for years.

They watched as you turned in your heels and left, deadpanning your way to the front gates. Jimin sighed lightly before turning to Yoongi and asked for answers on why you and him weren’t on good terms.

But the latter only brushed Jimin off, saying he would explain some other time.

The rest of them soon dispersed to their own vehicles to head home after a long and tiring first day of university.

As more days began to pass, you were sometimes dragged by either one of your 2 classmates to hang out with their friends and girlfriends. If you weren’t mistaken, half of them already found their soulmates and were currently in a relationship with them. While the remaining half were still finding for theirs because it was either their soulmate markings had appeared on their skin but very faintly, or there was none at all.

But the amount of times you’ve recalled hanging out with them during the past three months were countable with your fingers. You avoided having lunch with them often ever since you found out Yoongi was in their circle. You didn’t want to seem petty but it seems like he too hated having you around.

Which means that the feelings were mutual on both ends.

It was a pretty warm day so right after you arrived back at your apartment, you headed straight for the showers. Slipping into the shower stream the minute your clothes were discarded.

The cold stream coating your shoulder down with it’s nice, cooling temperature to ease out the warmth in your body.

After you finished your shower, you took your towel from the rack and proceeded to wipe yourself dry. Stepping out of the cubicle, you walked over to the sink counter where your large mirror was glued onto the wall. As you were ruffling your hair with the towel to rid the excess water, you noticed something on your left rib through the reflection.

Is that…?

You glanced down at your skin to see a very faint outline of something on your skin. You blinked twice, not believing this.

When did it start showing?

Your mind was going feral at the thought of seeing your soulmate marking finally make its appearance onto your skin. Who was the cause of this? Why did it only appear now after all these years? If that’s the case then it means that your soulmate is someone from school.

“What am I thinking? This is all a load of crap. I can date whoever I want no matter what marking they have.” You said to no one in particular as you changed into your home attire.

A few days later, you were just in class alone in the morning. Taehyung and Jungkook had yet to arrive when a sudden voice from beside you made you jump. A soft curse emitted from your throat as you clutched to your chest from the minor heart attack. You turned to find one of your classmates whom you recalled his name to be Hanbin, towering over you to your left.

“Hey, I’m Hanbin.” He smiled at you, feeling your stomach get warm upon seeing him up close for the first time.

“Hey… I’m Y/N.”

“I don’t mean to be creepy or weird, but I’ve kind of noticed you going for lunch alone these days instead of with your friends?” He asked as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. You somehow knew where this was going.

“Right… Well, that is true I suppose.” You chuckled awkwardly, looking away from him briefly before turning your attention back to him.

“I see. Well, if you’re looking for company, you can go for lunch with me?” He said it more like a statement instead of a question and that in itself made you smile. You had just accepted his kind offer when you heard familiar voices approaching to where you were seated.

Hanbin’s eyes glanced past your shoulder only to flicker back to you, setting a reminder before he left.

“Lunch with me later, yeah?”

You gave him a soft nod as a smile crept onto your lips. At the same time, you felt the soft nudge to your right elbow. You already knew who’s the culprit. “Wasn’t that Hanbin? What did he say to you?” Taehyung asked as he took a seat beside you.

“He asked me to go for lunch with him.”

“So you agreed?”

“Mhm.”

“You wanna go for lunch with him but not us?” Taehyung asked with a pout, only for Jungkook to lean over and ask what was going on. You could only roll your eyes at them, not actually annoyed or anything. Just a reflex whenever someone tried to get your sympathy over something stupid.

“Give me a break. I’m not sharing a table with ‘you know who’. Wouldn’t wanna accidentally break the table with our arguments.” You flashed him a sarcastic smile that made him click his tongue at you in disbelief.

It has been two months since you first went to lunch with Hanbin and you have been doing that ever since. You noticed that his demeanour was starting to change too around you, maybe there was a mutual feeling settling in between the two of you after all.

It was a Saturday afternoon and you already made plans with Hanbin a week prior. He wanted to bring you out on a date to the amusement park and then maybe grab some supper before heading home. He picked you up at your apartment that evening in his jeep, looking quite handsome if you say so yourself.

The two of you spent the evening together, adrenaline rushing through you thanks to the rides you took. After enjoying yourselves at the amusement park, you were both tired from having fun so he offered to stop by and grab supper with you before sending you home.

You ended up getting fast food at the diner downtown. You were happy. You were grateful that he was nothing but sweet to you. But for some reason, deep down there was that voice in you that was screaming, “He’s not the one” and you hated it. You didn’t want to rely on the marking to determine your happiness.

What if you belonged to someone who has a different marking than you?

That’s possible right?

So when he finally parked right outside your apartment complex, he turned off the engine leaving his key in the ignition. The car fell silent for a moment before you decided to be brave and spoke up.

“Do you… wanna come up for a bit? We can talk for a while longer?”

With that, Hanbin frowned as he wondered if he should. He didn’t want to ruin a first date and he most definitely did not want you to have a bad impression on him.

“Are… Are you sure?” He asked quietly, to which you nodded.

When you didn’t get a proper response, you simply let out a soft giggle followed by, “come on” before you opened his jeep door to board off the vehicle. You left him no choice but to follow after you. Once you’ve made it to your apartment, you unlocked your front door and stepped inside allowing him to enter.

It took him a while as his eyes travelled all over your cosy apartment, admiring the minimalist interior. You told him to take a seat while you went to get him a drink.

A few minutes passed and you were both just talking freely on your couch when you noticed how his eyes always flickered down to your lips constantly as you spoke. This made you stifle a giggle and he caught on. He apologized for it but you brushed it off.

Just then, the room felt quiet all of a sudden as it was your turn to glance down to his lips.

Hanbin softly smiled as he began to lean closer.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you could feel his warmth radiating off his body from how close he was to you.

Right when you felt your head get dizzy from the close proximity, you unconsciously whispered against his lips something that you would never normally do.

“Kiss me.”

With that being said, he pressed his plump lips on yours.

Immediately intoxicating you with how sweet he tasted. The kiss slowly got heated as he carefully guided your body back to lay on the couch while he hovered over you. His hands slid past the hem of your shirt, resting on your waist as he caressed your skin.

You slide your hands up his chest, wrapping them around his neck. He slowly pushed your shirt up using his wrists. Right when he’d just pulled away for a breather, his eyes travelled down to your bare torso beneath him.

His gaze seemed stuck on whatever he was looking at. When you realized he stopped and was staring at something on your body, you knew exactly what he saw.

“Is that…?” His voice was soft, almost sounding as though he was upset.

“Yeap…”

With this confession, he slowly pulled away from you, tugging your shirt back down and bringing you to a sitting position.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t…” He began but you were quick to hush him.

“It’s okay… Besides, I should be the one saying sorry. I already saw your marking the other day when you wore a tank top to class. I just thought you’d be okay with dating someone who doesn’t share the same mark as you. I guess I was being selfish…” You said.

Hanbin remained quiet as he listened to your reasoning. Suddenly feeling bad for stopping whatever you two were sharing, so abruptly like that. With that, he reached out to hold your hand, telling him that he was still sorry for reacting that way and for hurting your feelings by doing so.

But he told you he didn’t regret taking you out on a date today, that he genuinely had a good time with you and that he would love to still be friends with you if you allowed him.

You smiled at him before turning your attention to the flower pot sitting on your coffee table only for him to continue, “I just hope that you’ll find someone who will love you for who you are, doesn’t matter the mark.” For that, you smiled again. Thanking him for being sweet and thoughtful.

After he left, you couldn’t help but sigh. This was already the umpteenth time this happened to you.

But you couldn’t stay mad at Hanbin for turning you down simply because he didn’t reject you the way your other ex dates did. That was the reason why you let him go without holding a grudge.

The next few weeks, you’ve gone to lunch on an alternate basis between Hanbin and the guys. And every time you went with the guys, you could only prepare yourself for the constant bickering with the one and only, Min Yoongi and today was no different.

You were sitting next to Namjoon at the end of the table with the only space left empty being beside you. And it was as though luck wasn’t on your side, the only human left to arrive for lunch was none other than Yoongi himself.

You were just sipping your green tea when you heard his voice approaching towards your side of the table.

“Sorry hyung, that’s the only seat left.” Jungkook smiled sympathetically to the elder as you made it a point to not spare a glance over to him. You could hear his grunt of disapproval but nonetheless plopped his bag down on the chair before disappearing to buy his food.

When he did come back, you had just gotten a whole chunk of chocolate fudge cake shoved into your mouth by Taehyung who was seated opposite you.

You were unable to pull the dangling piece of cake into your mouth so you tilted your head back. But instead of the cake entering your mouth, it ended up falling into your hands when you felt your head crash into something behind you.

And the hiss just told you who it was.

“Watch it before I spill hot soup on you.” Yoongi said as he placed the bowl of steaming noodle soup on the table top beside your tray.

“Don’t worry because I’ll make sure it spills on you too.” You challenged him back, earning a glare from him.

You heard a few sighs coming from some of the guys but you couldn’t care less. You busied yourself by scrolling through your social media in hopes that the time would just pass by quicker so that you can be away from him after lunch ends.

A few days later, you had just finished your shower when you noticed your mark slowly growing more and more opaque. To which you could finally see the design of it.

It was a dream catcher.

A pretty one at that. You softly traced your finger over the outline of the detail, keeping your eye on the reflection. Just then, a soft sigh left your lips.

This means that your designated soulmate has supposedly crossed your path more than once. But seeing how the ink is getting darker with each passing day, could only mean that if not often, this person is near you at least more than 3 times a week.

A week went by and Jungkook had invited you to his birthday slash pool party that weekend. He invited only the guys and some of their girlfriends. You’ve met the girlfriends a few times and they’ve all been pretty sweet to you so far. All of them are so down to earth. You told Jungkook you’ll be there, earning a happy soft clap from him when you said so.

On the day of the party, you had just finished your shower when you noticed the water droplets underneath you weren’t clear. You looked harder only to realize those weren’t water.

It was blood.

“Great… Thanks mother nature…” You huffed as you went to get your feminine item from your cupboard. After successfully changing into the attire you chose for the day, you tied your hair into a messy ponytail before leaving your bathroom.

You wore simple denim shorts and a loose shirt tucked into your jeans.

When you actually made it to Jungkook’s house, you were surprised to know that he was living in a one story house with a built-in pool ready when he moved in.

Apparently his parents were pretty wealthy people so they bought this house for him, saying it would give him the opportunity to take responsibility in keeping the house clean and tidy rather than his mother having to do it for him all the time.

You called Jungkook’s phone only for him to pick up on the second ring. You told him you were at his front gate so he hung up the call and rushed over to you.

Once you were inside his beautiful compound, he brought you towards the back through his side garden. Distinct voices gradually get louder the nearer you get to them. The minute you turned round the corner, you instantly saw more than half of them in the pool including the ladies.

Seokjin and Taehyung were over at the barbeque grill, cooking the meat for everyone. There was a table filled with all kinds of snacks and sweet drinks. It was a full on pool party.

Just then, a familiar voice rings in your ear already knowing it belonged to Hoseok.

“Y/N! You made it! Come join us!”

You stopped at one of the chairs only to put your sling bag down and apologized to him, “Sorry to burn the mood, but I can’t. Monthly calls.” You could hear some whines and sad pouts forming on some of their faces right after.

“Aww man, that’s a total bummer.” Jimin said, making you shrug.

However, you noticed a figure leaning against the wall on the other side of the pool just blankly staring at you. That’s when you glanced over to see Yoongi. You held your stare for a moment before you turned away. Missing the way he was still staring at you even when you were making your way to Seokjin and Taehyung.

A few minutes later, you were just talking to Jiyeon who was taking a break from being in the pool. You sat facing each other but from where you were seated, your back was facing the grilling pit.

Jiyeon was just talking to you about baking when you noticed someone swimming to the side that was aligned with where you were sitting.

Only to realize it was Yoongi.

He placed his hands on the edge of the pool and soon pushed himself upwards. You watched as water flowed down his body effortlessly. Cursing yourself for even staring at his shirtless form. He pushed his wet hair out of his face, resulting in him having sort of a slick back hairstyle.

He was too busy talking to Hoseok and Jungkook who were still in the pool, his head completely turned away from you.

Right when you were about to look away, your eyes caught sight of the imprinted ink on his left rib. You didn’t think much of it as you turned away from him. But then something in your brain ticked you off like a time bomb. So you carefully turned back to him just a few feet away from you.

That’s when you saw it.

The dream catcher on his left rib is so prominent and bold against his milky skin. Not to mention his toned abs. A soft gasp left your lips as he walked past you without sparing a single glance at you.

But you didn’t mind it. You were glad he didn’t see how shocked you were because if it did, he would have said something about it.

So instead, you just got up and left, entering Jungkook’s home through the glass doors frantically. You rushed in and went straight to the said destination. Once inside, you took a moment to steady your breathing as you brought your gaze up to the long mirror that laid upon you on the wall landscape.

You carefully pulled your shirt up to expose the ink on your own skin. You could only stare at it through the reflection before looking down at your own torso and gently tracing your finger over the outer rim of the dream catcher’s hoop.

You didn’t know how long you were gone for. It wasn’t until a voice broke your train of thoughts.

“Was it really necessary to rush into someone’s house like-”

However, his speech got stuck in his throat when his eyes flickered over to the reflection in the mirror. No it wasn’t your face he was staring at. It wasn’t the soap bottles lining Jungkook’s sink.

It was your mark on your left rib.

You swiftly pulled your shirt down to hide it from him from seeing any more details of it. With quick hasty steps, you turned to leave the bathroom and had barely taken a step out into the hallway when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to face him.

“Show me.” He said firmly.

“Show you what?”

“Don’t play dumb, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I- I don’t know what you mean-”

Without warning, Yoongi used his free hand to lift your shirt up to stop right below your bra line as his hands naturally cupped your sides to keep your shirt there. He finally caught a clear look of the inked design on you, seeing how familiar it looked to him.

You could’ve sworn you saw his eyes flicked wider for just a millisecond before it went back to its original state.

For some reason, your lung felt restricted and your heart dropped upon seeing the same mark on his skin at the same exact spot as yourself. You wanted to run away. All you wanted to do now was to be as far away from him as you can.

So you slapped his hands away, making him lose his grip on you before you turned around to leave.

He grabbed your wrist again but this time, you mustered whatever strength you had left to yank your arm from him. Tears stinging your eyes as it threatens to fall, yet you don’t fully understand why.

“Don’t! J-Just… leave me alone… please.” Your voice falls into a whisper as you rush to the backyard, ignoring their worried calls as you simply told them you weren’t feeling well because of your monthly calls. When Yoongi did come back to the backyard, he was questioned as to what happened back in the house and why you looked like you were about to cry.

Yoongi couldn’t help but stare at your descending back just in time before you turned the corner and disappeared fully from sight. Only for him to lie to them despite knowing exactly why you left.

“She wasn’t feeling well.”

The week went by and you have been avoiding coming relatively close to the rest other than the 2 who were obviously unavoidable. But it’s not like you had anything against them. You just wanted to avoid Yoongi at all costs for now. It was a Friday and you had just finished your classes for the day when the two boys exchanged glances to each another before Jungkook spoke up.

“Hey, do you wanna grab something to eat with us after this?” You knew he was being nice. You knew he wasn’t to blame for Yoongi having the same exact soulmate mark as you. So for that, you chose not to lash out at him.

“It’s fine. I’ll pass.” You smiled half heartedly and they could tell. But thankfully, they chose not to question further.

The three of you were walking towards the main entrance as usual when you saw the rest of the group seeming to wait for you three. You glanced up to Jungkook beside you who gestured a small wave to the others, only for you to accidentally look over.

And the first thing you saw was Yoongi already looking at you.

Great.

Before you could get to close, you bid your goodbyes to your friends as you separated from them to head towards the gates. Nobody has yet to know why you were acting this way other than Yoongi himself. You were just halfway through the parking lot when a firm grip on your wrist made you turn after being tugged back gently.

You nearly crashed into the figure whom you weren’t surprised when you saw it was him.

“Stop acting like a child.” He said, his tone held something much more than just firmness. He sounded like he’s… hurt almost.

“So what? This marking thing is a load of bullshit. Why does it determine who we should be with? That’s unfair! I’ve seen couples who have different marks and yet they’re still happy together?!” You said, clearly letting your emotions take over your mind.

“If you think it’s bullshit then why are you ignoring me like I’ve just killed your pet?!” He asked, his voice now a tad louder than it was before.

“Because all the guys I’ve tried dating care too much about these marks! Every single one of them ditched me when they found out I didn’t have the same mark! And what are the odds that the one person who has the same exact mark as me, happens to be the one person that has been nothing but a daily source of fight with me?” You paused as his grip on you loosened, his glare suddenly softened.

“Of course I couldn’t believe it… I didn’t want to believe that of all people, it’s you… That’s why I ignore you.” Your voice grew soft as you saw the way his eyes flickered back and forth on your own brown pupils.

“So you’re saying you hate me? Is that it?” His question was simple but it held a thousand meanings and you knew it.

“I don’t even know anymore, Yoongi…” You whispered as you slowly pulled your hand out of his grip and quickly left before he could say anything else. Yoongi stood there trying to process everything. Still not entirely sure of what just happened. Just then, a gentle hand on his shoulder made him return back to reality.

“Hey man, you okay?” Namjoon’s calm voice spoke from beside Yoongi as the latter could only nod.

“We heard your conversation… Well, we didn’t intend to anyways… But, is it true? That you both have the same mark?” Namjoon continued.

He could hear the soft, quiet curse leaving Yoongi’s lips during his exhale before he spoke up, “Yeah… That was actually the reason why she abruptly left during Jungkook’s pool party.” Yoongi explained and it all began to fall into place for Namjoon. The younger could only nod as he finally put the pieces together.

“Mmm, and so I’m guessing she’s too overwhelmed with the fact that you have the mark out of a billion people to walk this planet?” Namjoon said.

“Bingo.” Yoongi sighed as the two began to walk back to their friends who were still gathered at the entrance despite hearing the commotion earlier. If space is what you need, then space is what he shall give. But of course, you can’t run from him forever.

It has been two weeks since your outburst with Yoongi and you have been keeping your distance from him again. The guys also didn’t try to tag you along knowing fully well that you needed space from Yoongi. For that, you silently thanked them. It was a Saturday night and you had made it a point to go for a quick grocery run to stock up your refrigerator with edible food.

After getting all the items you needed, you went to the queue. The lady at the counter scanned every item on the conveyor belt and went ahead to put it in the plastic bag before telling you the total cost.

You were about to reach into your jeans pocket when you noticed them being flat.

You felt around the pockets of your jeans and it was in fact empty. With that being said, you mentally cursed yourself for not bringing your wallet with you. Not only that, this store was the only one nearest to your apartment and it was closing in 10 minutes.

You wouldn’t make it back in time if you went home now to retrieve your wallet.

So you apologized to the lady who looked equally done with her job as you left the store empty handed. You were just walking down the partially empty street when you felt something drop onto your cheek. You stopped walking to feel what it was. Before you could touch your cheek, another drop hits the top of your head. And then another. And another.

“Fuck my life…”

You whispered to yourself as the sky suddenly began to downpour on you. Watching as some people ran across the road for shelter, some whips out their umbrella to shield them from the rain, some simply stayed indoors to avoid being caught in the rain.

However, you were too tired to even care about seeking shelter. Feeling as if today was the worst day of your life.

You continued to stroll down the street completely soaked under the rain.

You wrapped your arms around yourself in attempts to keep yourself warm but it clearly did no shit for you. Absent minded to notice your surroundings, you didn’t hear the calls for your name until the vehicle came to a gradual slow speed beside you on the street.

“Y/N!”

It was Yoongi.

“Leave me alone…”

“Y/N, why in the world are you walking in the heavy rain? You might fall sick, you dummy.”

“Who c-cares?” Your lips were starting to quiver from the cold.

“I do.”

You could’ve sworn your heart just skipped a beat at that response.

“Look, let me take you to my place and get you dry clothes while waiting for the rain to stop. I’ll send you home after.” He said.

“I d-don’t need your… h-help, Yoongi.”

He let out a soft groan in annoyance with your stubbornness, only to drive a little further down before bringing the car to a complete stop. You were about to carry on walking but your feet just came to a halt when you saw him running out of his car and coming to you.

“Come on and stop whining like a little kid.” Yoongi said as he grabbed your wrist and began jogging back to his car, pulling you into the passenger side before going back to the driver seat.

Once safely inside, he drove off into the night and made a left turn at the junction while your apartment building was to the right and probably about a 20 minutes walk. The car ride was quiet as neither of you said anything. You simply let him do what he said he would. When he finally brought the car to a park, he turned off the engine and soon climbed out of the vehicle.

You followed suit as he had already come over to your side to hold the door for you. After he’d locked the car, he led you to his apartment complex as you followed behind him. You took in the interior of his apartment complex, it looked slightly older than yours but still well maintained.

Apparently, he lived on the 14th floor unlike you who lived on the 5th floor.

He soon pulls out his house key and proceeds to unlock his front door. He opens the door for you, letting you step inside first. Once he had closed the door behind him, he told you to wait there as he excused himself to go get you a clean towel and new dry clothes for you to change into.

You took in the minimalist setting of his apartment, quite similar to yours except your walls are white and his is grey.

Yoongi came back with a handful, telling you where the bathroom was.

You followed his directions and soon closed the bathroom door once you’ve stepped inside. In the meantime, Yoongi had gone to change out of his own wet clothes into a clean pair of his sweatpants and a hoodie. He was boiling hot water to make hot chocolate for the two of you when you cleared your throat behind him.

He turned around at the sound, only for him to scheme through your outfit in which he had so specifically chosen for you. He had lent you one of his sleeping shorts and an oversized black hoodie that looked a little too big on you.

But for some reason, you looked good in them.

He almost had to pinch himself for staring too long before he finally spoke up, “Uhh, my dryer’s in the laundry room. Second door to the left.”

You nodded as you disappeared back down the hall, only for him to mentally curse himself for losing his composure. After 2 minutes or so, you came back having managed to turn the dryer on.

He handed you the cup of hot chocolate, not forgetting to thank him for it.

There was a short moment of peaceful silence before he gestured over to his living room. The both of you went over to the couch as you sat on either ends of the furniture. He turned his tv on and was busying himself with searching through Netflix when you mustered up the courage to ask him what was on your mind for the past half an hour.

“Why did you help me?”

Yoongi turned to you briefly, unsure if he should answer the question truthfully.

“As much as we fight, I’m not entirely heartless.”

Your eyes bore into him as you soon found yourself looking down at your hands when he turned to look at you. If it wasn’t for the tv, you knew for a fact that he could’ve heard the thumping of your heart. Silence fell over you two again but he broke it as soon as it started.

“Why were you walking in the rain?”

“I was on a grocery run.”

“But I don’t recall seeing you carry any bags of groceries?”

“That’s because I couldn’t pay for it without my wallet…”

He raised his eyebrows at you in disbelief, finding it ridiculous that you only realized it when you were checking out of the store.

“Shut up. This kind of stuff happens okay…” You scoffed, earning a quiet chuckle coming from him followed by an, “Okay, okay.” The room fell silent again and you were just playing with the strings of your hoodie.

Silently wishing for time to pass quicker but it seems like the rain only got heavier.

“Look, I think we should just forget about the whole marking thing and just… start over?” He said, causing you to look at him but he seemed like he was diligently avoiding your gaze.

“Start… over?” You dragged your words to show that you wanted a slightly more detailed explanation.

“What I mean is… let’s stop ignoring each other and stop fighting over the smallest little issues like we did when we were young. Back then we were still young and immature. But we’re not anymore, are we?” He ended with a question, making you huff.

You know he has a point but your ego is still higher than ever.

“Are you only saying this because I’m your soulmate?”

“No. I really am tired of fighting with you.”

“Why now? Why only want to call truce after you’ve seen my mark? Doesn’t that say a lot?” You were stubborn and he knows it. And yet, he still answers you to clear all your doubts.

Surprisingly patient with you.

“I know it might look like what you think, but it’s really not. I don’t care about the marking much like you. But after thinking about it, I feel like it’s actually childish to hold a grudge on each other for the things we’ve done years ago, don’t you think?” He explained, hoping it’ll get past that rock solid head of yours.

Your heart knows he’s right but your mind forces you to say otherwise.

With that, you huffed as you got up and excused yourself to go check on your clothes. Before you could make it past the first door on the left, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you back.

He pressed you against the wall with his other hand beside your head to trap you.

Your free hand hovered in between both yours and his chest as he was less than 4 inches away. Your faces were so close you could feel his breath hitting your lips. You would’ve slapped him if he did this years ago.

But now?

“Why are you so stubborn?”

He asked, his voice low as you kept your heated gaze on his eyes even though you saw the way his eyes flickered back and forth between your eyes and lips.

Rising heat from both anger and his body temperature radiated off him, engulfing you like a cocoon. You could’ve sworn you saw his pupils dilate a few times now that he was this close to you. It was quiet in the hallway as he frowned, still waiting for an answer from you. But instead, you gently pressed your hand on his warm chest that was in between your bodies.

This was enough to make him flinch slightly. His crammed face relaxed for a moment when he looked down at your hand on his chest before looking back at you.

Even more confusion struck him.

Your heart was racing rapidly in your chest, and you were so sure he could hear it. You couldn’t bear to look at him any longer so you looked down at your hand as you slid it up towards the necklace he was wearing. Playing with the pendant in between your fingers.

You didn’t realise this but his grip on your wrist was long gone and was now slowly snaking that arm around your waist.

Yoongi leaned in very subtly to let his lips brush against yours just to see your reaction. He closed his eyes, taking in the feeling of having you this close for the first time. You did the same as your other hand rested on his left bicep. Before you knew it, he closed whatever remaining gaps in between only to kiss you.

Your heart exploded in your chest as he used the hand beside your head to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch while you reciprocated the kiss. Yoongi’s grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you against him.

He felt both your hands now just holding onto his biceps for support, his lips tugging upwards against your mouth.

You could feel his muscles flexing under your fingertips as he pulled away from your mouth and was now trailing soft kisses down your neck. A soft sigh left your lips, feeling him give some love to the part that joins your neck and shoulder blade together.

“Yoongi…” Your voice came out as a mere whisper.

Just when you wanted to say something, your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his hands slip past your shirt only to rest them on your sides when your mark was.

His touch was gentle but it definitely did something to your poor heart.

“Answer me truthfully… Are you okay with… this?” Yoongi asked, gesturing between you and him. “With us? Because you can say no if you’re really against this. I would never force you.”

You stared at him for a while, rethinking your answer. You’ve been so firm about not caring who has the same soulmate mark as you because you thought it was all bullshit. But now, standing in front of him and knowing that he has the mark, not only that but he seemed like he really genuinely likes you is making it twice harder for you to say no.

But your silence was too long for him as he counted to 3 in his mind. When you didn’t respond, he slowly nodded. Pulling himself away to leave a space between you.

“It’s okay, I understand… I think your clothes are dry. Go change, I’ll wait outside.” His voice was quiet as if he’s too upset, he can’t even look you in the eye. You felt bad. You never wanted him to feel this way. So when he turned in his heels to walk away, you yearned for him to come back.

Yoongi was halfway down his living room when he felt a smaller hand slide into his right one. His step came to a halt as he kept his back to you.

He was about to ask if there's something wrong but all he got was a soft apology.

“I’m sorry…”

You watched as he remained still, his back still facing you. Doing nothing to turn and look at you. Yoongi wasn’t sure what he wanted to do at the moment so he kept quiet.

Just then, you used your other hand to cup his that you were already holding. He would be lying if he said he didn’t like this. But he definitely wasn’t prepared for what you were about to do next. You weren’t sure if you trust your voice so instead, you took a few steps closer before wrapping your arms around his waist.

Pressing your cheek against his back. You stayed like that for a few seconds, basking in the sweet vanilla scent of his.

You could feel him tense up when you first hugged him but he soon relaxed in your arms.

You didn’t dare to do anything else, all until you felt him softly caress your arms only to lock his fingers with yours over top of your hands. You only nuzzled your face deeper into his back, afraid to look at him.

But when you feel him slowly move around in your arms, that’s when you let him face you.

The minute he sees your face, he immediately cups your cheeks and wasted no time in kissing you ever so sweetly. The butterflies in your stomach erupted as you snaked your arms around his shoulders, feeling him pull you closer to him by your waist.

He held you securely against him all the while never leaving your lips. You were the first to pull away, keeping the distance small between you and him.

Your eyes were still closed so you depended on your senses.

That wasn’t until you felt him cup your face again, caressing your cheek with his thumbs. The room fell silent as he brushed his soft lips against yours and whispered to you quietly, “Can we start over?”

You opted for just a nod, unsure if you could trust your voice. You opened your eyes to see him staring at you so softly with his doe round eyes.

Yoongi smiled, whispering an ‘okay’ before he kissed you again. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you melted against his lips. He took his time with you, making sure you were comfortable and that you really wanted this. He never wanted to hurt you in any way. He kept asking for your permission before he did anything and you appreciated it.

You woke up the next morning to a warm feeling engulfing you from behind. You stirred in your sleep, trying to see what it was. But the squeeze around your waist made you look down to see the familiar arm draped over your waist, tucking his hands underneath you. The silver bracelet around his right wrist could never be mistaken for someone else.

Just when you were about to snuggle deeper into the warmth of his body, you felt him kiss the back of your head. Your heart pounded in your chest, stomach flipped in your belly.

“Mmm, good morning.” He whispered, his morning voice low and raspy.

You sighed in content as you turned around to face him, only to find that he still had his eyes closed but there was a smile that crept on his lips.

With that, you smiled as you planted a soft kiss on his lips. You could feel him smirk against your lips, earning a soft giggle from you. His arm that was supporting your head, bent at the elbows as he began to play with your soft hair.

The next day, you came to school feeling a little down in the weather. Maybe it was a late reaction to when you got drenched in the rain. You were sniffling in your seat when Taehyung and Jungkook immediately caught the sight of your red nose.

“Hey, are you sick? Your nose is red.” Jungkook said, his voice laced with full concern. You simply shook him off saying it was just light flu.

The other two weren’t buying it, they said they would go get medicine for you after class and you all but rejected them. The last thing you’d wanna do was to burden them.

So after your morning class has ended and you have been dismissed for lunch, the three of you made it to the cafeteria only to find the rest of the guys already seated. But you and Yoongi still haven’t told them about your resolve yet. So they thought you two were still ignoring each other.

“Hey guys! Y/N? Are you okay? You look kind of pale…” Namjoon asked, making you smile.

“It’s just a little flu, that’s all.” You said, completely missing the way Yoongi was staring at you with pure concern.

“Do you wanna go home and rest?” Hoseok asked in which you shook your head, before a squeaky sneeze left your lips not forgetting to cover your mouth while you did. “Sorry…” You whispered an apology, earning a few laughs from them. Just then, Yoongi got up without a word, leaving the table.

You watched as he disappeared down the aisle towards the drink stall. You wondered what he was doing but nevertheless shrugged, going to the empty seats beside him and Jimin.

You took a seat beside Yoongi’s empty chair, not really having the appetite to eat.

You were just rejecting Jimin’s offer to feed you some of his food when Yoongi came back with a glass of hot tea, a bottle of water and a strip of two panadol flu tablets. The rest of them watched quietly as he sat down beside you and handed you the drinks.

“Here, take this.” He said softly, pulling your hand up to push the two tablets out of the strip onto your open palms.

“Oh? Since when are you guys on good terms?” Taehyung asked in utter confusion.

“We’re not. We’re just acting.” Yoongi replied sarcastically before twisting the bottle cap open for you. He waited for you to throw your head back and let the tablets fall into your mouth before gulping down the water.

After you were done, you thanked him quietly. You didn’t miss the little smirk on his face.

“Okay…” Seokjin said as he gently slammed his hands onto the table top, making some of you flinch.

“What’s going on? Last week you were both ignoring each other and now you’re taking care of her like she means the world to you?” He asked as you turned to Yoongi for help.

“Don’t you know the saying ‘People change’?” Yoongi said.

“Of course, but it’s almost too drastic. Just over the weekend too.” Seokjin said in disbelief.

“Well, I guess it happens.” Yoongi shrugged as Jungkook directed his question to you.

“So I’m guessing you too?”

“No. I still hate him.” You lied.

“Is that so? Then why are you holding his pinkie?” Hoseok smirked, pointing to your intertwined pinkie on the table. With that, you quickly removed your hands from Yoongi.

“Hey... Why did you let go? I was about to play with your fingers.”

Yoongi said with a small pout, making you blush. Just then, Yoongi reached back over to lace his fingers with yours, resting your hands on his lap only to steal a quick kiss to your cheek.

This stirred a few dramatic gasps from your other friends. “Did you guys see that?! That was- omg!” Seokjin’s voice was too loud, making Jimin cover his mouth with his hands.

“Oh hush your pie hole dust. Just let me be happy for once.” Yoongi smirked as you felt him caress the back of your hand. He’s definitely going to be a handful but you’re more than happy to entertain his crap.

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viltrumitesuperboy · 4 years

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Treat Them Right (Peter Parker x Male Reader)

Last second decision cause it’s Valentine’s Day. Also it’s short but that’s not my problem lmao

Requested by: @iliumheightnights Can you please write a peter parker x male reader where peter keeps getting distracted thinking of a date and the avengers think it's a girl so they give him all of these tips on how to "treat a lady right" but then his boyfriend shows up.

Word count: 1195

CW: mentions of reader as female

Any day Peter went to the tower, he was prepared for everything that could possibly go wrong. His table would explode, a supervillain would crash through the window, everything he worked on was deleted from his computer.

The worst one was when anyone he knew came to embarrass him in front of other people.

It was rarely a problem because he had little contact with other people when he was working. If he was going into another lab, he didn't worry so much that anything would go wrong because talking to other people kept him distracted from that worry. But someone embarrassing him in front of an Avenger? He might as well just die on the spot.

A week ago, his boyfriend had mentioned that it was going to be their one year anniversary since their first date. He was zoning out for parts of the day, both stressing over how he ever found someone so amazing and what he'd have to do to avoid disaster.

"Peter! Come here. I want you to meet someone."

He turned away from the scientists currently working on a project to see his mentor.

"Mr. Stark! Uh, I'm just finishing up here," he said.

"No worries. Come in, Bruce. No one's bite is worse than yours, I promise."

There was a quiet muttered complaint, and Peter turned back to the table to work on the hologram.

"Radiation is still dangerous, even as a source of energy. It might give the Hulk his powers, and probably Spider-Man — not that I would know, I've never met him. I mean, I could! Anyway, it doesn't mean it's not still dangerous. So keep that in mind when you're working with this stuff."

He made a vague hand gesture waving at the hologram that he definitely did not learn from Tony. Just as he started to head for the door, he was stopped by a voice.

"Hey, these are my papers! That's great. There's a section over here you might want to take a look at."

Peter then saw Bruce Banner swiping through a pdf that was on one of the holograms. He smiled up at Peter.

"Peter! I can't believe we haven't met yet. You're doing great work here," Dr. Bruce Banner, world-renowned scientist and former refugee, said to Peter Parker, skinny nerd still in school.

"Uh. Thank... you..." Peter responded, a little starstruck.

Even after meeting Avengers personally, it was still a surprise to see them. The world made them seem untouchable, but Peter knew they weren't. Seeing any of them in person was like a fever dream.

"Kid, this is Bruce. Bruce, Pete. We have somewhere to go," Tony said suddenly.

"Oh, okay. Bye!" Peter managed to say before he was swept out of the room.

When they got in the elevator, Tony finally spoke.

"So, Peter! I heard something very important came up and you are gonna need to have a talking to."

"I'm gonna what?!" Peter squeaked.

Then he was in the sitting room. It was usually the most comfortable place on the tower's "Avengers" floors. Now it was the most terrifying situation he'd ever been in.

Every single Avenger (minus Tony) and friends were sitting in a semicircle around Peter. They all stared at him in silence. His eyes were wide open as he stared right back.

"Am I being inducted into a cult?" he whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"You have an anniversary coming up," Natasha said from her standing position as she crossed her arms. "A year is very important, Peter."

"You need to plan this properly," Rhodes said.

"And if she's not happy with what you plan, expect us to be ten times as unhappy," Clint added.

Peter opened his mouth to correct him, but Steve cut him off.

"You know, I might have been born a while ago, but most important things you need to know are going to be from us. If you don't treat her right, she'd be the least of your worries," he said.

He glanced at Bucky, who was cracking his neck. His face said "murder." Peter shrunk in on himself.

"Where's Mr. Stark?" he asked.

"He's in a meeting," Natasha said.

"Okay," he meekly responded.

Thor shuffled in his comfortable seat on the sofa.

"My people treat their romantic partners as their equals. If one is too slow in courting a partner, their relatives will find it suspicious and will seek blood. But I'm sure that's not the case," the god said with a reassuring smile.

It was not reassuring.

"I don't want to inconvenience you or anything, but I don't know why I'm here. I thought I was just supposed to work on something with Tony," Bruce said.

"Banner," Natasha snapped. "Give him some advice and then you can leave."

"Uh, I don't know, flowers? Girls like that, right? Look, I'm busy. It was nice to meet you, Peter. I hope we get to work on something together."

He walked away. Dr. Bruce Banner, world-renowned scientist, just told Peter that he wanted to work with him. For science stuff.

This was the best and worst day of his life.

"Okay, if you're going to a restaurant or anywhere that requires sitting at a table, you pull the chair out for her. And you make sure you check in, make sure she's comfortable," Sam said from his spot.

"You gotta make her feel like she's the only girl for you. And there's nothing better than personally bringing her somewhere that would mean a lot to the both of you," Bucky said.

"If your partner slaps you in the face, you think hard about what you did wrong," Thor absentmindedly mumbled, playing with some gadget he found on the coffee table.

"From what I've seen with Pepper and Tony, just don't be stupid. Be on time and make sure you do nice things for her," Rhodes said.

"I'd like to inform you that someone is coming up," FRIDAY chirped from the ceiling.

"Who?" Natasha snapped.

They all turned to see the private elevator open to reveal a boy. They readied their weapons, though Thor didn't seem too bothered. He swung the hammer around lazily.

"Uh... am I interrupting something?" you asked.

"Who are you? How did you get up here?" Rhodes demanded.

"I'm... here for Peter. Hey, you aren't, like, inducting him into a cult or anything, right?" you said.

"That's what I said!" Peter exclaimed.

He rushed away from the group into your arms, nearly toppling the both of you over. You held out a single flower, which he huffed and blushed at.

"Avengers, this is my boyfriend," Peter announced.

"That's unexpected," Steve said.

"I was saying 'partner' the whole time," Thor said. "None of you caught on."

"Are you ready, Peter? We've got somewhere to be," you said.

"Aye, aye, Captain!" Peter automatically responded.

"Dude, if you do Spongebob in front of me one more time, I will take the flower."

"No!"

The elevator doors closed behind the both of you, leaving the Avengers to discuss the events themselves.

"I'm here," Tony said, entering the room with Pepper and Bruce. "Did I miss anything?"

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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heyyy. I know you’ve been doing marvel a lot, but if you could do one with morgan and the reader? Based on amplification and it’s the reader who gets sick instead. thanks!

Finally

Warnings: some mentions of being sick (cause... you know... anthrax), angst and fluff :)

Word Count: 2735

a/n: My first Morgan fic!! I love him so much! This one took me a while because 1) I feel like I'm not that good at rewriting episodes, and 2) I wanted to get Derek's character right. Hopefully it's not too terrible! I hope you enjoy!! :)

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"Rossi, Prentiss head to his office. Morgan, get Reid and L/N from the hospital and check out his house." Hotch instructed as soon as Dr. Nichols was deemed a reasonable suspect.

It wasn't long before you, Reid, and Morgan were pulling up outside of Dr. Nichols house.

"It's clear so far. I'll let you know when we're done checking." One of the CDC techs said through a walkie.

"We should look around a bit." Reid started down the driveway, gesturing for you and Morgan to follow.

"Ow!" You flinched away from the rose bush, shaking your hand in an attempt to lessen the pain.

"You good?" Morgan eyed you, overly concerned about a small scrape.

"I'm fine. Promise." You winked, walking past him and Reid to check for anything out of the ordinary in the backyard.

"I don't understand why you haven't asked her out yet." Reid looked between you and Morgan. Unfortunately, Morgan was saved from answering by the sound of his phone ringing.

"Hey, princess what do you have?" Morgan greeted Garcia, glaring at Reid.

You continued to explore while Derek and Reid talked to Garcia. It wasn't until after you entered the shed-like building that you thought maybe the CDC should check for anthrax out here too.

By then it was too late.

"L/N?" You could hear Morgan calling you. "Y/N!" It was clear him and Reid were approaching the door you just walked through.

You ran back to the sliding glass door, slamming it shut and locking it before either of them could stop you.

"What's wrong?" He frantically ran up to the door.

"Get back! No, don't come any closer." Your eyes flitted between the two agents, landing solely on Derek when you muttered, "I'm sorry."

"Y/N, open the door..." Derek's typically powerful voice nearly broke as he watched you shake your head.

"I can't. I- I'm already exposed." You shook your head resolutely, convincing yourself this was the right move. "I'll look for anything that could help in here. It's the best move."

"Y/N, you need to go to the hospital." Derek put more power behind his words with hopes of convincing you.

"The hospital won't do anything for me. Nichols could've made a cure, and if he did it's probably in here." You tore your eyes from Derek, hoping Spencer would help you convince him. "Reid, tell him I'm right."

He looked conflicted, eyes flitting between you and Derek.

"She's right. The cipro isn't working on anyone infected. Her best chance is to stay in there and find something useful." Reid looked reluctantly at Derek.

"Then you better find a cure in there." Derek whispered, eyes lingering on you before he finally turned away to call Hotch.

"Morgan, Reid. How's L/N?" Hotch questioned immediately, forgoing any greeting.

"White powder all over the room and the air was blasting." Morgan responded quickly. He made brief eye contact with Hotch before turning to walk back to the door.

The general barked out instructions for a decontamination team and cordoning off the area.

"Get her in the ambulance." Hotch directed Morgan and Reid.

"She won't." Morgan felt his heart rate increase at the thought of you staying in there any longer. "Said she's more helpful inside than in the hospital."

"Nichols is dead, looks to be about 2-3 days." Reid added on.

Just then Hotch's phone rang.

"L/N?" He answered on speaker.

"I really messed up this time." You let out a dry laugh.

"You need to get to the hospital." Hotch tried to argue.

"I know Morgan and Reid already told you I won't go. There could be answers in here." Your stubbornness was showing. "I need to figure out who killed Nichols."

"Y/N-" You cut Morgan off before he could try to convince you to leave.

"I think he had a partner." You decided to refocus the conversation on the case rather than yourself.

"I'll get Rossi and Prentiss to ask at his office." Hotch sighed in resignation.

"Good, I'll keep looking at everything in here."

You hung up before anyone could argue further. You shoved your phone into your pocket, immediately going back to look through papers and lab equipment around the room.

As you worked inside, you could hear the CDC team setting up outside.

Watching through the windows as people in full hazmat suits prepared to enter the room you were in made everything feel more real.

You pulled your phone swiftly out of your pocket dialling the number you knew by heart.

"Hi." Garcia's voice was quiet when she answered the phone.

"No funky greeting? I'm feeling a little jipped." You tried to joke with her, but it fell flat.

"I can't be my normal, bubbly self when you are where you are." Again, her voice was quiet.

"Garcia, can you do something for me?" Your voice was steady, masking the emotion about to pour out of you.

"What? Tell me what to do and I'll do it." She frantically moved around her desk, ready to do anything you requested.

"You know how a few weeks ago, you were joking about my crush on Morgan?" You asked slowly.

"The one you swore didn't exist? I remember." Her voice was laced with confusion at your topic change.

"Well, um, do you think you could record a message for him?" Your breaths were unsteady as you thought about saying goodbye.

"But you're gonna be fine." She spoke with authority, as if saying it made it true.

"I know, but, um... just in case. I want him to hear it at least once." Your voice broke.

"Okay. Um, whenever you're ready." She listened as you spoke to Derek.

"Hi Derek. Um, I kind of have a secret to tell you, but first I want you to know this isn't your fault. I'm the idiot who walked into the lab. It's on me. I guess I just want to make sure you hear this from me at least once." You cleared your throat, thick from emotion.

"I, uh, I think I'm maybe, just a little bit, um... in love with you." You felt the tears fall from your cheeks. "You're my best friend. You've always been there for me when cases hit a little too close to home or even if I'm just having a bad day. You never fail to make me smile, no matter how hard I'm trying not to."

You wiped at your cheeks roughly, trying to focus on the message.

"I've wanted to tell you for a while, but I never knew how. I guess I'm glad I walked in here for one reason. It finally pushed me to tell you how I feel."

You chuckled again, but there was no humor in it.

"I'm, ah, I'm really sorry if this is goodbye." You paused, unsure if you had anything left to say.

"Y/N?" Garcia questioned if you were still on the line.

"Prep the victim for transfer." You could hear Dr. Kimura entering the room, preparing to begin treating you.

"I've got to go." You hung up without another word, trying to rid your face of any evidence of the tears before facing the doctor.

"How are you feeling?" She questioned once you were in view.

"I'm actually feeling okay." You nodded, trying to convince yourself it was true. She eyed you like she didn't believe you, but nodded with you anyway.

"Alright, how can I help?"

You spent the next few minutes explaining Dr. Nichols profile. Dr. Kimura set off to look for the cure while you continued trying to figure out who killed Nichols.

"L/N, stick with me." Morgan's voice sounded through your phone, drawing your attention away from the stack of papers in your hand. "Prentiss and Rossi don't think the partner is from work."

"Okay, um..." You went back to the bigger desk. "He's got course syllabi and outlines dating back to the 80s." You glanced around the room, eyes catching on the other desk.

"A student..." You trailed off, mind moving a mile a minute.

"Talk to me." Morgan drew your attention again.

"Derek, I think it's a student. There's two desks, different organization on both. The smaller one has what looks like a dissertation that Nichols could've been grading. He wouldn't open his lab to a scientist, but he might for educational purposes." You prattled on, more and more information fitting the theory.

"I'll get Garcia to look at science students." Morgan gestured for Hotch to call Garcia. He was about to hang up when you corrected him.

"Wait! The paper, it's more about social policies surrounding an anthrax attack, not the actual science of it." You spoke quickly, trying to hold in an impending cough.

"Okay, political science and social studies majors then." Morgan trailed off, waiting for your response.

"Good. That's good." You coughed slightly, listening to the sound of his breathing.

"Garcia's got a match." Hotch nodded to Morgan before heading toward the SUVs.

"Y/N, you got everything you could in there. Now get the hell out." He practically begged.

"Sure thing, Derek. Bye." You hung up right as Dr. Kimura walked back toward you.

"His inhaler! It could have the cure, right?" She looked to you for approval.

"They're checking out Brown's house." Derek watched as they hosed you down.

"Go help them." You coughed slightly, wincing at the cool water.

"They've got plenty of help. I'm staying with you." His eyes never left yours.

"Please." You looked him in the eye. "They're about to strip me naked and hose me down. As much as I know that's something you want to see, I don't think I look my best right now." You joked, watching the way he averted his eyes slightly.

"Y/N, I-" You cut him off again.

"I know." You smiled softly, gesturing for him to go. "Now go help catch him." You kept your eyes on him until he was out of sight.

Turning back to the conversation happening in front of you, you watched as Dr. Kimura instructed another hazmat team member to get the inhaler tested for the cure.

"It makes sense for the inhaler to have the cure." Your mind felt fuzzy as you thought it over. You moved to grab your head, something catching the attention of the doctor.

"Agent L/N, did you cut your hand?" You glanced at your hand, remembering the rose bush outside. You nodded, eyes widening ever so slightly at the now blistering cut on your hand.

"Let's move." You were quickly cleaned of any lingering traces of anthrax before she directed you into the waiting ambulance. "Are you still feeling fine?" She questioned while taking your vitals.

"I'm doing great. I flea foon. I fill fon." You muttered, eyes rolling back in your head.

"Driver, faster!" She called to the front of the ambulance as you started coughing blood.

"Are you eating my jello?" You cleared your throat as you eyed Derek sitting next to your bed.

"Yes I am." He stared directly into your eyes as he ate another spoonful.

"Well, is there more?" You pouted, eyes still lingering on the cup in Derek's hands. He laughed in response.

"What happened?" You slowly moved to sit up, eyes flitting around the various machines in your room.

"The cure was in the inhaler. The other patients are in recovery, and you are going to be just fine." The way he smiled when he said 'just fine' had your heart aching. He just looked so relieved.

"Brown?" You continued your line of questioning.

"We got him. It's over." Derek's soft smile remained, eyes flitting around your body as if he were making sure you were actually okay.

"Well, that's a relief." You took a deep breath. "There's actually something I want to tell you."

He raised a brow, a small smirk playing at the edges of his mouth.

"Oh, yeah? Does Garcia know anything about this?"

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, eyes widening in horror that he had already heard the message. "Oh, um, I mean, technically yes. I didn't- I wouldn't have told her before you if I didn't think I might die!" Your voice was rising in pitch, panic surging through your body.

"Woah, babygirl, slow down." His previous smirk shifted into another look of concern, although he still let out a small chuckle. "She just told me to ask you about a message. That's all."

"Oh." Your mouth stayed in the 'o' shape for longer than necessary, your body's way of stalling what you were about to say. "You haven't heard the message?"

"Nope." He said with a pop. "Care to enlighten me?"

"Well, I guess I have to since you brought it up." You rolled your eyes, messing with him.

"Hey, now! You started it." He clearly had you beat, so you just blurted it out.

"I think I love you!" You threw your hands over your mouth, eyes wide now that you'd confessed to your best friend that you're in love with him.

"That's what the message said. I thought- I mean there was a strong possibility that I was going to die. I didn't want that to happen without me having told you how I actually feel."

Your eyes were focused on the edges of the hospital blanket where your fingers were twisting a loose thread.

"Can I hear it?" His question confused you, causing you to look at him with a furrowed brow. "The message I mean?"

You nodded slowly, texting Garcia to see if she could send it to you. The chime of a text coming in happened almost instantly. You didn't hesitate to hit play on the recording.

I, uh, I think I'm maybe, just a little bit, um... in love with you. You're my best friend. You've always been there for me when cases hit a little too close to home or even if I'm just having a bad day. You never fail to make me smile, no matter how hard I'm trying not to.

I've wanted to tell you for a while, but I never knew how. I guess I'm glad I walked in here for one reason. It finally pushed me to tell you how I feel.

I'm, ah, I'm really sorry if this is goodbye."

The message cut off abruptly at that point.

You could feel your heart pounding as if it were trying to escape your chest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize it sounded so sad." You smiled, though your eyes were watery. "I mean, I guess it makes sense since I thought you would only hear it if I died." You continued rambling, eyes looking anywhere but at Derek.

"Y/N?" He prevented you from muttering any other embarrassing words.

"Yeah?" You winced, trying to prepare yourself for his rejection.

"I love you too."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said any-" You abruptly stopped, the words you heard finally catching up with your brain.

"You- you love me too?" You whispered, eyes finally meeting his.

"I do." His smile was wider than you've ever seen, and so, so pure.

"Oh." Your mind was having a hard time comprehending the gravity of what just happened. Luckily for you, Derek knew exactly what was going on when he leaned in to kiss you.

It took a second for your body to respond, but as soon as it did you could feel the butterflies swarming in your stomach.

Despite how new it was, everything felt right in the world when you were kissing Derek Morgan.

He only pulled back when you gently pushed him away, a wide smile on your face as you sucked in deep breaths of air. The two of you stared at each other lovingly, just enjoying the presence of one another.

The sound of a throat clearing coming from the doorway shocked you out of your trance. Reid stood leaning against the doorframe, a smirk on his face. He uttered one word, perfectly encapsulating your own feelings on the situation.

"Finally."

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fandom-imagines · 3 years

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Little Miss Favourite

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Teacher!Snape X Legal!Granger!Reader

Warnings: Teacher x student relationship x)

Words: 2.5k

It would be a lie to say that the Granger sisters weren’t incredibly smart, anyone could see it. Whilst Hermione, the younger sibling, was exceptionally talented with spells, Y/N was talented in the art of potion making; not that she wasn’t talented at other things also.

Due to her consistently high scores in potions, Y/N had caught the attention of her favourite teacher: Severus Snape, despite his annoyance towards the younger Granger. Whilst he found Hermione insufferable, Y/N was more than tolerable in his honest opinion; not that he would ever admit that to anyone, maybe not even himself.

Perhaps it was her confident personality, her boldness or her smarts, Severus would never know. Of course, it wasn’t only him that had his attention focused on her, many people did. Those people included Hermione’s friends. Y/N knew this, how could she not? The way Harry did his best to show off whilst Hermione rolled her eyes and Ron got all embarrassed, it was obvious; at least to her. Even though her personalist screamed confident, she wasn’t mean like other people at Hogwarts, not often at least.

“Morning Professor,” her words were sweet as she greeted the dark-haired man, early as always.

“Good morning, Miss Granger,” Snapes tone was kinder than usual, but without it being clear. To anyone else, it would seem normal.

“Got a date for the Yule Ball yet, sir?” Whilst her question was genuine and not flirtatious, Severus couldn’t help but wish it was.

“Why would I bother with something as childish as having a date?”

“I shall take that as a no,”

He could hear the stool she usually seated at drag out from beneath the desk before she seated herself on top of it.

“What about you Miss Granger?” Y/N, who had forgotten what she had previously asked him, was confused at his question. “Surely someone like you must have a date,”

A sight blush ran up her cheeks at his words, eyes wide.

“No sir,” she giggled. “Not interested in anyone that’s asked me.”

Her words caught his attention, eyes glancing towards her for a split second before returning to the work he was marking. It was Harry Potters; he could almost roll his eyes.

“Why is that?”

“Immature men that feel like I should go with them because they’re popular? No thank you, give me a mature and unentitled man any day,”

For the second time in five minutes her words caught his attention, suddenly distracted by what she had said rather than being distracted by Potter’s work.

“I see,”

It wasn’t long until the rest of her class began to pile into the dungeon, taking their usual seats as Fred and George came to sit beside her at their typical desk.

“Morning, Y/N/N,” the greeted in perfect synergy, almost as though it had been rehearsed but she knew better than to expect that and simply laughed.

“We heard something,” Fred began.

“Potter is wanting to ask you to be his date to the Yule Ball.” George finished, the twins laughing at Y/N’s shocked face.

“Please say you’re joking,” she pleaded, desperately hoping that it wasn’t true. “He’s so much younger than me!”

“Oh and Hermione is going with Krum,”

“This day just gets worse and worse,”

“Weasleys, detention.” A harsh voice interrupted their conversation as to be expected.

“But sir!” They groaned, once again in unison. “She was talking too!”

“Not as much as you two.”

The great hall was quiet, everyone there working on their essays, everyone being the fourth years. Fortunately for her, Y/N was allowed to sit and work alongside the younger students having been given permission by Professor Snape himself.

“Hey Y/N,” Harry’s quiet voice pulled her attention away from the parchment in front of her. “I was just wondering-“ His words were soon cut off by a hand shoving his head into his own parchment.

“Silence,”

“Yes, Professor Snape.”

An amused smirk covered Y/N’s lips as she turned her own attention back to the work in front of her that was soon to be finished.

“Later guys,” she shot the trio one last smile as she walked towards Snape, handing him her essay with a small smile, one he almost wished to return.

“I’m sure this will be as excellent as always, Granger.”

“I sure hope so, sir.”

With one final nod, Severus dismissed her.

Music blasted throughout the hall as the Tri-wizard champions begun to dance with their partners. Y/N and her own date, who ended up being George due to both forgetting about the dance until the night before, stood laughing at Ron’s dress robes.

“He looks like our great aunt,” George chuckled, his words making Y/N snort in amusement.

“Poor kid. He looks so embarrassed,” she giggled.

“Well, looks like its our turn to dance. Care to join me, Granger?” George grinned, offering him her hand which she gladly took.

“After you, but can you even dance?”

“Nope,”

“Good, me neither.”

Their dance was horrendous, and they were both glad when the music ended, the pair running off the dance floor in laughter, hands still together.

“That was- “George began, only to have his sentence finished by his dance partner.

“Dreadful?”

“Yeah,”

Their fit of laughter was cut short by another voice joining the conversation. “Nice dancing guys!”

“Shut up, Fred!” This time it was Y/N and George’s turn to speak in unison, something that triggered a smirk to grow on Fred’s lips.

“Alright, alright, calm down you two,”

“I almost feel bad for him,” Fred chuckled, catching George and Y/N’s attention as they followed his gaze.

“I would but he gave us detention and not her, talk about favouritism!”

An idea popped into Y/N’s head, as she removed herself from the twins’ arms.

“Where are you going, Y/N/N?” Fred asked. “Wait are you-“

“I feel bad for him, okay!”

The twins burst into laughter as they realised her plan.

“I bet you my entire allowance that she can’t get him to dance,” Fred whispered as they watched Y/N walking towards Snape.

“You’re on,”

“Evening, Professor,” Y/N greeted, desperately trying her best to not show her nervousness.

“Good evening, Miss Granger,” He returned her greeting, turning his attention fully to her. “Shouldn’t you be with your date?”

“George? No, we both forgot we needed dates, so we went together. He’ll cope on his own,” The girl giggled, glancing back at said man to see both twins smirking at her. “You look lonely, want to dance?”

“Do I look like the sort of person to dance?”

“Do I?” She joked, enjoying the small smirk that pulled up at his lips. “It’ll be one dance and then I’ll let you go back to enjoying your own company. It’s a teacher and student dance anyway!”

“No way…” Fred gasped, watching as Snape and Y/N headed to the dancefloor.

“I knew she could do it! You now owe me your entire allowance,”

“Shit,”

“See it wasn’t too bad, was it, Professor?” Y/N giggled, aware of the fact that everyone had been staring at her dancing with Snape.

“You stepped on my foot at least three times,”

“I said I don’t dance!”

She celebrated a silent victory as Snape shook his head, a small smile pulling at his lips.

“This is true,”

“Welp, I’ll leave you to enjoy your own company again!” The older Granger grinned, giving him one final nod as she headed by to the twins who were still in shock.

“Shut your mouth, Fred. You’ll catch flies,” Y/N smirked, placing her hand on Fred’s chin to shut up mouth that had been open since she managed to convince Snape to dance.

“Did you bewitch him or something?! How on earth did you manage to get him to dance?” George asked in shock.

“Night guys, thanks for the fun time.” She winked, downing the rest of her drink that she had left before leaving the hall to head to bed.

“Miss Granger, you’re late,” Snapes’ words ran throughout the dungeon.

It was strange, how he knew it was her before he had even turned around to face her.

“Sorry Professor, I had a detention.”

“Well now you have another, stay after class.”

“Good luck, Snapes detentions are horrible,” George chuckled, giving Y/N a reassuring pat on the back.

“Yeah, we would know, Miss Favourite,” Fred chimed in with his typical teasing tone.

“Thanks, that makes me feel better. I’ll see you guys later,”

“Good luck.”

The second everyone had left the classroom, Snapes attention was on her.

“So why did you get a detention?” His words were questioning, not malicious. It was almost as though he was genuinely curious.

“I got in a duel,” Y/N shook her head with a slight laugh. “Malfoy was being, well Malfoy. So, yeah.”

A grin covered her lips as Snape shook his head in slight amusement; it was cute in a way.

“Next time don’t get caught, it makes my classes a lot easier,”

“Got ya, Professor,”

“Good, you may leave,”

“That was quick, did he have to leave?” Fred, who had been waiting outside for about two minutes, asked.

“Little miss favourite,” were her only words as she shot Fred a wink, just like she had done at the ball a few weeks ago.

“I swear he has a crush on you or something,”

“Yeah, imagine. Professor Severus Snape developing a crush on a student, nice one George. Why are you two even here?”

The twins, who had been caught red-handed, shared an amused look, quickly rushing into action by grasping Y/N’s arms, tugging her along.

“We need someone to test our latest concoction!” They spoke in unison.

“No, no way! Merlin knows what you’ve put in that!”

“Either you help us, or we’ll tell everyone about your little crush on the potions professor,”

“Fine.”

“Fred and George Weasley, you come here this instance!” Y/N’s voice shrieked, her words echoing throughout the entire Gryffindor common room.

“Run!” Was all she heard, followed by laughter and footsteps leaving through the portrait.

Y/N rushed after them, hell bent on causing as much annoyance to them as they had to her.

“I will kill you!”

“That’s not very nice now, is it? You love us really,” George teased her once more before darting away.

“George Weasley I am faster than you and you know it!”

It wasn’t a lie, Y/N had been, and always will be, faster than him. No matter how many pranks they had to run away from, the twins would never be able to outrun her.

“What have you done to my hair?!” Y/N demanded to know the second she caught both boys by the collar of their robes. “Please say this comes out, I don’t want my hair to be yellow and green forever, I hate it!”

“Well you see, Y/N/N,” Fred chuckled with a hint of nervousness. “We don’t know, you’re our first consumer!”

“Fred, I am begging you, I look like a lollipop.”

“I’m sure you taste as sweet as one too, Y/N,” a Slytherin by-passer commented, clearly having heard the entire conversation.

“Shut th-“

“Detention and ten points from Slytherin,”

Fred, George and Y/N shared a terrified look as Professor Snape stood behind the trio.

“Trying a new style are we, Granger? It is quite bold,” despite the blunt words, there was an almost undetectable teasing tone laced in his words.

“Not willingly, Professor,”

“Then why did you do it?”

“They blackmailed me!”

“With what?”

The twins smirked at each other, as though they were sent on a mission to ruin her day.

“She has a crush, Professor,” George smirked at the, now multi-coloured haired, girl.

“George Weasley!” In a swift movement, Y/N rushed towards the ginger, only to be stopped by a hand holding her robe. “Professor let me go!”

“Isn’t she cute, Fred?”

“Adorable, George,”

“I hate you both.” Y/N, who had accepted her fate of being held my Snape (which didn’t seem too bad in all honesty), sighed.

“You love us really,”

“You wish, Fredrick.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“If you three have quite finished,” Snape interrupted their quarrel. “I think I know how to remove that colour from your hair, Miss Granger. Follow me.” There was no room for debate as the potions master turned and rushed towards his classroom.

“I’ll kill you,” Y/N mouthed before rushing after him.

“Sit,” Snape said, lightly kicking a stool out towards Y/N before walking towards a cupboard that, she assumed, had potions or at least ingredients for them.

“Are you sure this will work, Professor? I really don’t want anyone else to see me like this,”

“You mean you don’t want your crush to see you like this?” He said with a raised eyebrow.

“He already has,” her words were a mere murmur, but it was one Severus had heard.

“The Slytherin?” Snape asked whilst he grabbed a weird looking liquid. “Here drink.”

“Merlin, no. I don’t even know who that was. This tastes disgusting,”

“Do you want the colour gone or not?”

“Sorry,”

Snape let out a small sigh, his arms crossing by habit.

“Potter, perhaps?”

“Are we playing guess the crush or something?”

“Well, we have time. This needs a second dose in around thirty minutes,”

Now it was Y/N’s turn to sigh.

“It’s probably not a good idea to play this game with me,” she joked. “I’m quite competitive,”

“You would have done well in Slytherin,”

“I doubt it,”

“Under me you would have done brilliantly. You are doing brilliantly already.”

A bright red blush ran up Y/N’s cheeks at his use of words.

“You should be careful what you say, Professor. Someone might interpret your words wrong,”

“That someone being you?”

“Perhaps,”

“I see.”

An awkward silence filled the air, something that was uncommon between the pair.

“I’m sorry, that was a bit straight-forward,”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Sorry,”

“Don’t be,”

Whilst his reply was short, the words caught her attention, her head spinning to face him.

“Don’t be?”

“I said what I said.” Came his simple response.

“I don’t understand,”

“Maybe little miss favourite should do some thinking,”

“Oh…” She whispered. “Oh! Here I am thinking I’m just a teacher’s pet,”

He smiled slightly. “Not quite, Miss Granger,”

Footsteps echoed throughout the dungeon as he walked towards Y/N, his fingers lightly pushing against her chin to bring her to face him, her cheeks as red as flames.

“So, I’m your little miss favourite?”

“Clearly,”

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