#LITERALLY THE FINEST MAN ON EARTH

[mjracles]

gong yoo for vogue korea x chanel: the romantic moment with gong yoo (2023)

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[forbidd3n-w1re]

i am so down bad for him holy shit

[nowujustlooklikeanyone]

SMILEY ROSS, I REPEAT, ADORABLE HAPPY SMILING BEAUTIFUL ROSS MACDONALD

me when quiet reserved tall bearded man makes a facial expression🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🥰🤗🤗🤗🫶🫶🫶🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🥳😘

[twelvemonkeyswere]

not even JRR Tolkien, who famously developed the concept of the Secondary World and firmly believed that no trace of the Real World should be evoked in the fictional world, was able to remove potatoes from his literature. this is a man who developed whole languages and mythologies for his literary world, who justified its existence in English as a translation* simply because he was so miffed he couldn't get away with making the story fully alien to the real world. and not even he, in extremis, was so cruel as to deny his characters the heavenly potato. could not even conceive a universe devoid of the potato. such is its impact. everyone please take a moment to say thank you to South Americans for developing and cultivating one of earth's finest vegetables. the potato IS all that. literally world-changing food. bless.

[targaryenluvs]

OUR LITTLE DOVE

pairings: dark!lucy gray x fem!reader, dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader, coriolanus snow x lucy gray

summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you. but it seems lucy gray is willing to share you with a certain peacekeeper, even if you aren’t.

warnings: crazy lucy n corio conspiring like evil doers, manipulation, chasing, primal play?? is that what is called idk corio enjoys hunting your ass down, kidnapping, drugging, forced into accepting a third partner?? nc touching, abuse of power (peacekeeper), power dynamics, kinda cheating (lucy n corio), guilt-trip, jealousy, threatening, self doubt and relationship problems, murder, betrayal

word count: 3.0k

a/n: lol i complain about wanting to write fluff but all my good ideas r so dark 😭 someone needs to give me tips on how to write girls cuz i have no experience would be easier if i was gay boooo!!

he was like a shadow, stuck to your back, always.

you’d complained to lucy numerous times that you didn’t feel comfortable around him when she played at the hob, knowing he’d be there, in the crowd. “sweetie, he was my mentor. he helped me so much in the games, i wouldn’t be here without him. you love me don’t you? so you need to learn to love him too, he’s a good friend a mine. i love you and i gotta get to the stage baby.” she explained as she ran around getting herself and the covey ready.

you were always front row. wanting to be as close to lucy as possible. she looked especially majestic tonight with flowers in her hair. as you listened to her sing you’d managed to forget about the certain blonde peacekeeper near the back. but he hadn’t forgotten about you, nor lucy.

you’d left to get a drink and you’d came back to an unfamiliar tune. you usually knew every song being played off by heart but this was new.

Everyone's born as clean as a whistle

As fresh as a daisy

And not a bit crazy

Staying that way's a hard row for hoeing

she sounded as angelic as usual and the crowd around you seemed entranced.

As rough as a briar

Like walking through fire

This world, it's dark

This world, it's scary

lucy smiled at you once, just once. which threw you off since you usually got a bunch. especially during new songs and songs about you. was this not also about you?

I've taken some hits, so

No wonder I'm wary It's why

I need you

so it is about me! you thought as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to sway to the music and singing. you’d hoped you wouldn’t miss a smile headed your way.

You're as pure as the driven snow

your eyes flew open as you stared at lucy, she was looking past you and to the peacekeeper. to coriolanus snow. you’d always been a rational person, you prided yourself on restraint but that restraint was hanging on by a thread. you wanted to jam a beer bottle into his neck. lucy was your girlfriend not his. and yet he smiled stupidly towards her as she sang and you could feel your heart clawing its way up. best to leave now rather than stay and hear more of the ever so driven man.

your head was spinning as you slumped to the floor, in one of your finest dresses yet worst mental states. of course, something had formed between the two. she was in the goddamn hunger games and he was her mentor. trauma bonding? he quite literally saved her life, coached her and you did what? sat at home and hoped.

hope could only get you so far.

your hope and faith in lucy gray baird was dwindling as her lyrics swirled in your head. of course she loved him. who wouldn’t? the man was undeniably eye catching. a capitol man. but you’d always imagined lucy staying away from the capitol, despising them. but maybe it wasn’t the captiol part but the man part. maybe she wanted a true life, a home, marriage and children and everything she could wish for.

what on earth could you provide her with?

“y/n?” it sure as hell wasn’t lucy calling out for you and you knew that. coriolanus’s reflection was prominent in the puddle before you as he neared. great, you sneered, would love to get to know you mr peacekeeper. please tell me how you stole my lovely girlfriend from me!

your chest felt oh so heavy as you heard his footsteps in the gravel, determined and unwavering as he made his way to your slumped body. “what do you want? you wanna gloat?” coriolanus stopped in his tracks, gloat? “why would i gloat?” you looked up at him annoyed, “rub it in my face. you practically stole my girlfriend from me.” coriolanus laughed. actually laughed and it made you want to strangle him with his stupid dog tags.

“sweetheart.” vomit. you wanted to vomit. maybe choking and dying on your vomit would be less embarrassing then this. why on earth was this fuck head calling you his sweetheart. “fuck off.”

you didn’t see him coming. and you certainly didn’t expect his demeanour to snap. but the large hand tangled in your open hair was a big slap in the face to your unreadiness. “you of all people don’t get to talk to me like that. do you know who you’re talking to?” you could hear his perfect porcelain teeth grinding at your words. god this man couldn’t handle an insult. wuss.

“what the hell is your- ow! problem!” you yelped as he dragged you into an alleyway. “you need to learn how to respect your superiors. if you’re nice to me, i can make your life easier. doesn’t it hurt? not being able to fully provide for your family? seeing them struggle? do you really think disrespecting a peacekeeper is going to help? i suggest you straighten your act and thank me for even looking your way. there are plenty of other girls here.”

but he didn’t want those other girls. he wanted you. you with the teary eyes and messy hair. you who he’d been seeing in his dreams and during the day. you with the kind smile and curious eyes. you who were so sweet and pretty but mean when need be. the y/n who was stupid enough to spit such hateful words at a peacekeeper. but he’d teach you. whether it be with words and lessons or actions and bruises. you’d learn your place, by his side and lucy’s, and underneath. but with such fearful, brown doe eyes watering up infront of him, the girl he’d heard oh so much about from lucy. how could he refrain from indulging?

his hand reached out to wipe away the few stray tears that fell as his left extended towards your right, which was clutching your head, where he’d grabbed you. “shh, let me help you.” your hand slowly retracted as your heart ran a marathon. the man was obviously unstable, going from a deceptively caring man to violent. coriolanus smiled at your actions, and it freaked you out. he caressed your scalp in an attempt to soothe, “good girl.” he cooed as your apparent saviour approached.

“sweetie?” lucy called out to you as coriolanus withdrew from your personal space. he walked over to her and she let him. he held her hand and spoke with, love? his voice was soft and comforting, his thumb again caressing the back of her hand as they talked, whispered, plotted? god knows, all you wanted was to leave.

was this your chance?

you tested the waters, slow and calculated movements as lucy nodded in agreement with him. but by the time they were done speaking you’d bolted.

but you sure as hell weren’t getting far with these two on your tail, poor y/n l/n. a little dove trying to spread her wings but they were bound to be clipped.

your feet were throbbing and begging for you to slow down. but your brain was in charge for once, your heart which yearned for your dear songbird pushed to the side as your head screamed and urged you to go. she was in league with him apparently. her seeing him corner you and not even batting an eyelash. did she truly care for you so little? did she want to rid herself of you? she could’ve broken up with you and let that be it. maybe the games had twisted her head.

even as you believed yourself to be gaining distance from the two you could hear the not-so distant steps of determined pursuit, headed your way. how would they kill you? slow and intimate? hasty and brutal?

“if you stop running now we won’t be mad little dove!” lucy shouted in warning as you felt yourself momentarily slow at her words. traitor. you thought to yourself as your body involuntary listened, she still had an affect on you. “she’s right, we love you, we won’t hurt you. unless we have to, don’t give us our reasons.”

“shut up!” you screamed. god, i know we haven’t talked in a while. last minute efforts right? maybe he’d listen to you, save you from your tormentors. you should’ve kept your head clear, focused on running. focused on your surroundings and if you had, you would’ve noticed the nearing tree roots, thick and protruding from the ground, ready to knock you down.

you crawled behind the tree, trying to catch your breath as your hands worked tirelessly to provide some form of relief to your aching ankle.

crack.

you’d been found. you fucked up.

“our little dove, ever the sprinter.”

his words had you lurching forwards in an attempt of fleeing but lucy’s cold hand on your ankle dragged protests and cries from your throat as well as you, back to them. “you should’ve listened before, we would’ve been nice. given you some time to adjust, but you can’t sit and think for a second can you?” coriolanus mocked as his hand trailed up your un-injured leg, “that’s okay, you won’t be doing much thinking from now on. we’ll be taking care of you, since you obviously can’t take care a’ yourself baby.” lucy’s voice was saccharine, like honey, and her smile was even sweeter. the familiarity and comfort of her presence was intoxicating, you felt at peace on one side and the other wanted to jump off a cliff. she lowered your guard and coriolanus slithered right in.

the prick in the side of your neck wasn’t painful, but their words were. “you’re with us now, we’ll take care of you, we promise.” and you were stuck, stuck with them for god knows how long.

you blinked away the sleep in your eyes, adjusting to the room. maybe they had killed you? in their own twisted way they’d keep you forever, in their memories and soul. coriolanus and lucy’s voices swam around your head and blended together. you were wrong. yay.

“it’s a bit early for katniss, even if it’s one of her favourites.”

“she should eat something better.”

“better? don’t go all capitol on me now corio.”

he was smiling, you could tell.

“never lucy gray. but she’ll be weak for a few days, proper meals will help her regain some strength.”

you picked your head up and looked through the window, the lake was evident.

“alright, you go grab it and i’ll stay here.”

“why? so you can get more time with her? if anyone should get extra time it’s me.”

“now who was her partner first? oh that’s right, me. you’re acting as if i’m gonna pick her up and run away. if you’re that scared than we’ll both go. take her with us.”

coriolanus’s head whipped towards the cabin and you quickly flopped back down on the bed. you shut your eyes as you heard the door creak open. “gosh, doesn’t she look pretty?” lucy asked, knowing the answer already. “so calm, i liked her better when she was crying.” lucy hit him, “coriolanus snow!” he stroked the side of your face and you had to resist from turning your head and biting his fingers off.

“little dove.” your eyes opened again, turning your head his way tiredly. “we need to get some supplies okay?” you nodded as lucy went outside to gather the baskets she’d left out earlier on to dry. coriolanus’s hand dug into your cheeks as he forced you to look at him, “i told you i’d make you respect me. now listen, if you try anything when we’re in town i will never let you forget it. you’ll know who you belong to every single day. maybe i’ll pay your family a visit? an appointment with the hanging tree for being rebels? stealing?”

you shook your head violently as you began to cry, “you don’t want that? didn’t think so. you listen to me and everything will be fine. your family will get daily help and weekly groceries. they’ll never go hungry again. all thanks to their sweet little girl. lucy’s too nice, but don’t think for a second she’ll save you from me. you’re mine and if you try anything.” he leaned in to whisper, “i’ll strangle her with my bare hands infront of you.” his words were meant to scare you, and they did. but don’t you know? coriolanus snow doesn’t need a reason to do bad things.

coriolanus was wicked and ruthless when it came to what he wanted, if you had any hope of trying to get through this then you’d need lucy’s attention and help. so you nodded. “words sweetheart.” you swallowed your pride, your dignity, and you shook hands with the devil.

“yes, i’ll do what you say.” he straightened up, his white shirt a contrast to his dark thoughts.

“y’all ready to go?” lucy questioned as coriolanus grinned, “yes, yes we are.” he lifted you up and helped you dress, you hadn’t realised the fact that you were only dressed in his own white shirt, dress to you. he handled you like you were the most delicate object. as if he wasn’t hell bent on breaking you, over and over again. till you were fit to his standards. the captiol standards. the snow standards.

his, his, his.

with how obedient you were, he figured you’d do well in the capitol. which was exactly where he was meaning to bring you.

lucy walked in front of the two of you as you made your way through the woods. coriolanus’s hand was glued to your waist as he held you close, afraid to let go. you were at flight risk of course. his grip was tight and bruising. lucy’s humming distracted you at times, if you were delusional enough you could imagine it to be the two of you. your brothers far infront and the covey following. after an amazing afternoon at the lake, heading home for dinner, maybe a performance or the night shift.

your daydreaming was interrupted when you clocked coriolanus’s missing hand from your waist, and his arm now around lucy grays throat.

don’t you remember? you’d do well in the capitol! you were his! but not entirely, no.

not with her in the way.

you were frozen in place as lucy clawed at him before reaching out for you. a plea, a cry for help and aid yet you stood stuck in fear. a minute, two. she’d put up a strong fight, especially when you ran towards the two, pushing and shoving at coriolanus to let her go. but again, you fucked up.

here lies lucy gray baird, singer, victor, psycho.

obsessed? madly in love? you couldn’t think of another word, and as much as you wished to forget her, forget how she’d practically allowed another man into your relationship and let him kidnap you. her lifeless face and hollow eyes made your heart clench. but soon enough she was rolled over, thrown in a pre-made hole and buried. she’d survived the games but no one survived coriolanus snow.

“don’t forget what i said. don’t forget what you agreed to. you said you’d do as i say, i’m telling you to get up and follow me. we’re leaving district 12.” your face was painted with confusion as coriolanus clutched your face, “i’m going back, and you’re coming with me. don’t ask questions, just do as i say.”

and you did.

when he had you say goodbye to your family, a courtesy, a privilege he’d granted you. you kept it short and sweet, no questions just hugs and false promises of return.

when he ushered you onto the train and he wanted you to sit and be silent, you did.

through his time at the university, he wanted you close to him, living with him. and you did.

through his presidency campaign he wanted for you to charm sponsors and entice newcomers. you did.

when he wanted to marry you in a grand spectacle infront of the captiol and dress you up, you did as he asked.

when he held you down on your wedding night after tearing your dress off, biting and marking you down all over, pushing you down to your knees and took you all over the house, asking you to give yourself to him as if he didn’t take you anyways, you did.

you had no idea why at this point.

for your family? who hadn’t reached out in so long, even when they promised to talk to you every day? coriolanus had them all arrested, punished and hung for inciting riots and uprisings.

for your friends whom listened to your concerns of the capitol peacekeeper who hovered and didn’t make you feel crazy? each of them ended up dead in many different ways, hung, shot, a mugging gone wrong.

you didn’t know at this point and when you looked in the mirror you didn’t recognise the girl who stared back. a captiol sheep, dressed up in the finest silk dresses and slick heels yet the filth underneath the finery, jewels, and makeup weighed you down. each time he touched you, kissed you, fucked you, it felt like a peace of yourself was thrown away.

and as you clutched your swelling stomach, you couldn’t help but feel pity for baby number four.

maybe you’d grow up and find love.

maybe i’ll be able to take you all away from him.

maybe we’ll heal.

you thought, but in the back of your head, a little voice wouldn’t shut up.

you’ll always be his little dove.

[phas3d]

Celebrity Crush Opposite || Slytherin Boys

type :: angst

tw/cw :: body image, insecurities

contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

summary :: you freak out over your celebrity crush only for him to look completely opposite from them. this is a different version of THIS post i made a long time ago, sorry it's so late! - I love this idea so much omggg the angst?? the hurt?? insecurities??? GIVE IT TO MEEEE - 🐍 :: masterlist!

DRACO MALFOY (enemies)

He's always mocked you for stupid reasons, like how you write your "a"s or how you hold your spoon

Once again, he was making his way to your typical spot at lunch to make fun of you

As he scanned your table, searching for something to mock you form, he made contact with a photocard in your hands

"GOD I WANNA GET HIM PREGNANTTTTT!!!" You shouted loudly as you sobbed into your hands

Your friends, oddly enough, nodded along with you and respected your comment

Draco thought it was outlandish but he shrugged it off, his mind was too busy staring into the soulless piece of paper you were holding

One thing about Draco is that he's always been popular with girls in school, even if they thought he was ugly, he knew they would find him cute or at least his asshole personality would let people think they could "fix him"

But for some reason, this simple piece of paper put a knot in his throat as he felt a pang of insecurity strike in him

Surprisingly, he broke his streak of daily mocking as he sat at his table, disappointed and hurt

What hurt even hurt was the fact that you didn't even notice that he didn't mock you today

How could you not tell he's flirting with you!!! (he literally spat in your food one time and call you a fat pig)

As he went to bed that night, he stared at the ceiling, getting flashbacks of the photocard like he was a war veteran

The cute Asian man with dark hair was drastically different from Draco in every way

Race, hair color, eye color, body shape, everything!

He couldn't help but feel insecure in himself, after all you're one of his longest ever crushes

Genuinely thinks of dying his hair black until Lorenzo and Blaise beg him not to

TOM RIDDLE (friends)

You were one of the only people to understand Tom and his weird antics making you two become friends

In return for accepting his weird habits, he was forced to deal with yours whether he likes it or not

He skipped one of his classes in order to stay behind and work with Professor Slughorn on a new potion they were learning

You gave him your notes from class, a very common thing between you two except normally Tom was the one sharing notes

As he looked at your shit handwriting, he started to see a theme in it

All over your notebook were drawings of some random actor?

Tom doesn't know pop culture very well so he asked you who it was in your books

"Who??? WHO??!? HOW THE FUCK DO YOU NOT KNOW MICHEAL B. JORDAN???" You said as your jaw hit the floor "HE'S THE FINEST MAN ON EARTH?!?!?!"

"Never heard of him."

"You're gonna hear me scream his name once I get my rose toy"

Tom has never been a big fan of anything popular since he strives to be different from everyone in every possible way

But for some reason, this interest of your in Micheal B. Jordan made him want to research him further

When you left, Tom instantly started to research Micheal B. Jordan until 3 A.M

For some reason, Tom felt upset? (He's jealous but doesn't even know he likes you)

He feels possessive, as if he should steal your notebook and rip out all your drawings of him and burn them

Actually... he might do that,

But, he can't help but compare himself to Micheal

In his head, he thinks it's because you said he the most handsome man ever,

But anyone with common sense could tell it was from him liking you

Tom doesn't change himself after this news though, he's not a pussy and knows he's fine already

But, he does hope that one day you can call him the finest man on Earth

MATTHEO RIDDLE (classmates)

Although he didn't know much about you, he's always wanted to

So when he heard you shout at the top of your lungs when you saw something on your phone, he was quickly interested

He's tried to get close to you multiple times by befriending your friends, going to your usual spots, and more

But for some reason, you two couldn't line up

So he decides to just walk up to you and ask you straight up what you're looking at and spark a converstation

He walks towards you as you spam your fist against the table

You begin to make gorilla sounds and bang your chest, "OO OO AHH AHHH OOOO AHHH!!!!!"

(inspo by my queen brittany broski)

Andddd he begins to take a step away.... He can't just walk back to his desk now since it will be awkward

So he continues to walk past you, slightly scared and weirded out by your behavior

He looks at your phone only to see a random singer with dark skin and locs

Mattheo didn't even need to check himself to know that he had no similarities to the celebretry that you love so much

And instantly, he's bummed to an extreme level

He's so used to being every girls ideal type that he can't stand the thought of the one girl that he ACTUALLY likes have the complete opposite taste of who he is

But that doesn't matter to him too much, since he's fully confident that he can get you to like him with some time

He's the only guy who I think would understand that it's just a celebrity crush and that it's not the end of the world

Because he knows he's hot

THEODORE NOTT (classmates)

Although he's a massive fuck boy, he still gets crushes every now and then, and you were his biggest crush yet

He's tried to flirt with you in the past, but he either stumbled his words or you just didn't understand what he was implying

So when he heard you across the room freaking out over some random actor, he was quick to run over and look

He got up so fast, doing his best to act natural as he pasts by your table

"For my birthday I want him to be oiled up with a bow on top"

Your crude humor was funny to him, he loved that you were unserious

As he passes by, he sees an older man with a fully grown beard and some wrinkles

He wouldn't be surprised if the man had children of his own that could ever be your own age

Although his face doesn't express much emotion, he couldn't hide how his eyes widened at that

He goes to his dorm and researches him to no end, finding out everything possible about the man only to get confused as to why you like him so much

It was a fully grown man with a wife and two kids, what appeal did he have?

Theodore is so lost and confused, he's not sure how to make you like him

He was hoping it would be Harry Styles, Chris Hemsworth, fuck it even Sam Smith - Because at least they were younger and looked attractive

But this was a fully grown man...

Theo feels so sad, thinking that he has no chance with you and sulks for the rest of the day

But his friends comfort him, reassuring him that he still has a chance with you since Theo could grow to be an old man with you

And that statement did make him blush a lil heehee

LORENZO BERKSHIRE (best friends)

Freaking out over hot people was something that he was used to girls in your grade doing

He never understood why people liked those different guys so much, but he didn't care since he basically looked like all of those celebrities in some way

But when he heard you playing the same edit audio over and over again, he needed to know who it was

And as he looked, he saw some random tan buff dude with a mysterious aura to him

You were basically drooling all over your phone

"I wanna stuff my face inbetween his man titties and suckle it like a starving baby"

Lorezno's brain was instantly able to picture that exact sentence, and he didn't like that at all

On instinct he cringes at your statement but laughs it off

As the day ends, he starts to overthink and compare himself to the guy you like so much

He was so much buffer, had a different skin ton, and even had a different hair color

Lorenzo has always been a bit insecure about his body since he was pretty lanky and lean which was the opposite of his friend group of Mattheo and Theo

He looks in the mirror whilst holding up a photo of of the random guy you like so much, picking himself apart

Once he finds out everything he needs to change, he breaks down first. but then gets to work

Pushing himself to fit your perfect type just so he can even have a sliver of a chance of being with you

thank you for reading ! 🐍 :: masterlist!

[bvidzsoo]

Shameless

⟡ Husband!Jongho ⟡

∞ Author: bvidzsoo

∞ Pairing: Choi Jongho x female reader

∞ Warning: suggestive, violence, torture, death, cursing ∞ Word count: 2.5k ∞ Genre: non-idol!au, mafia!au, marriage of convenience!au, established relationship!au ∞ Rating: nc-17 ∞ Summary: Always hungry for more, in a world full of men who fought for more power, you might have just hit the jackpot by coming to an agreement and marrying the country's mafia leader's son. Soon, Jongho and you will be the one leading all.

∞ A/N: Second part of my so-called mafia drabble mini-series is up, and I quite like this one, I can't lie hihi. Despite the warnings, I haven't detailed anything too much, so it's not very graphic. Next I'll post either Seonghwa or Wooyoung, I'll see who's plot I'm feeling more. I'll point out once again that I won't be starting a taglist for this mini-series, so you'll have to lurk around ^^ Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy, and pls let me know your thoughts about it, I love reading your feedback, always!

⟡ Listen to this before or while reading! ^^

∥ Hongjoong ∥ Seonghwa ∥ Yunho ∥ Yeosang ∥ San ∥ Mingi ∥ Wooyoung ∥ Jongho ∥

            The quietness of the building would have been eerie if I didn’t know men hid around every dark corner, cameras encompassing the whole building. However, to those unknowing, it gave the false sense of aloneness. In my world, there are eyes on you always, even when you least expect it. And in a notorious mafia leader’s den, you better prepare yourself to face horror upon horror, rats upon rats. And not the animals, but mere peasants—low in the hierarchy of our world—who thought they could outsmart their leader and gain something by ratting them out to other gangs and syndicates. Except, that’s not how it works in our world, at least not in my husband and mine’s.

My heels clicked loudly against the concrete stairs as I ascended them, fur coat slipping from my shoulder as I held my little purse in one hand. It was slightly warmer up here, and more well lit compared to the downstairs. I rounded the corner and was met with two tall men, gazing straight ahead, until I stopped in front of them and caught their attention. Recognition flashed behind their eyes instantly. It wasn’t too often I stopped by the warehouse, I preferred fancy places and not beaten down lairs that had insects crawling around. Both figuratively and literally.

“Ma’am.” Both men bowed their heads in unison, eyes staying glued to the floor as I smiled, allowing my fur coat to slip down my shoulders.

“Do you mind putting this away for me?” I asked with a sweet tone, extending the expensive fur coat towards the man standing to my left.

“No, ma’am, it will be in your office this instant.” The man bowed his head again before he turned right and took off hurriedly, headed for my office. Well, it wasn’t my office per se, but my husband was sweet enough to let me have a decent sized room in this gloomy warehouse of his for when my presence was mostly needed. Like tonight.

“Is he in his office?” I asked as I looked towards the large oak doors at the end of the hallway, but the remaining security guard just shook his head.

“No, ma’am, he’s in the chamber.”

“Ah.” I chuckled, looking down towards the dark hallway on my left, suddenly registering the soft classical music that was coming from the only room down there. The chamber, or, better known, the torture room. For some reason, the men working here avoided calling it that and it had always amused me. Tough, bulky, fearless men uncomfortable to call it the torture room? It’s rather comedic, taken what their jobs in my husband’s empire require most of times from them. I offered the guard another sweet smile before throwing my purse over my shoulder, holding its paper-thin strap decorated with the finest diamonds on Earth, “I’ll be on my way, then.”

The guard bowed his head deeply and as I took off, the sound of my heels echoing around us, the soft classical music louder the further I walked down the hallway. The long sleeve of my dress did an amazing job at keeping the chill in the air away from my body, the fabric a black velvet and really warm. It was a present from my dearest husband, not even a week ago. I had gotten him a necklace filled with diamonds, and so, he felt it necessary to return the offer by buying me something pretty. He knows I have a weakness for long sleeved black velvet dresses with a deep V-cut. I chuckled as I stopped in front of the white door, the screams of whoever was behind the door not so quiet anymore. The music from up-close wasn’t loud enough to mask the pained moans anymore. I gripped the handle and pushed the door open, stepping inside.

There was a stale smell in the room and my eyebrows furrowed as I shielded my nose, the stench of blood familiar yet still disgusting. The clicking of my heels was masked by the overly loud screams of the man as I walked further inside the room, looking to my left. A man that looked slightly familiar was strapped down to a table, a drill buzzing as it rammed against his leg, no less into his bone. I shot him a pitiful look, the man begging louder and louder for it to stop as he noticed me. But in this den full of lions, I wasn’t the boss. It was my husband.

Choi Jongho.

Looking ahead, I was greeted with the familiar sight of him, relaxed into his leather armchair, swirling his bourbon around in his glass. I smiled at him sweetly as I slowly approached him, stepping on black carpet as Jongho watched me with attentive eyes, slightly darker in this lightning than they actually were. It made me grin in satisfaction when I noticed the diamond necklace around his neck, the top of his shirt undone. Well, that certainly was a delicious sight.

I came to a stop in front of the man, grin morphing into a smirk as he further parted his legs, grabbing my wrist to pull me to stand between them. Jongho took another gulp of his bourbon before placing the empty glass on the little table he had by the armchair, letting his head fall back as he looked up at me, sharp eyes trailing up from my legs to my eyes, biting his lower lip once we made eye contact.

“You look pristine for someone who’s torturing somebody.” My voice was low, perhaps sultry for such setting, but then again, I always found joy in toying with my dear husband when the situation wasn’t too fit for it.

“Hoshi just left, I wanted to be the one finishing the job.” Jongho’s usually angelic voice was now low, baritone rumbling his chest. I licked my lips, completely distracted by my husband as the screaming man’s voice became quite bearable after a while. I’ve heard people louder and more awful than him, to be fair.

“Of course,” I chuckled softly and gulped down a gasp as I was yanked down in Jongho’s lap, him sitting up properly as he circled my waist with his arm, leaning incredibly close to my face, “you love other people doing your dirty work for you, just to be the one to finish it.”

“If I have hired them, I expect them to do their part of the deal, you know.” Jongho muttered, eyes glued to my glossy lips. I had decided to try out a new lip gloss tonight, it tasted like strawberries. The man’s pained screams became rather pathetic by now as he continued wailing, the sound blending together with Jongho’s favorite musical piece. My husband has always loved a good opera.

“Care to tell me why the man looks familiar?” I threw a glance towards the tortured person on the table as I reached up, fingers tangling into Jongho’s black roots, softly pulling on them as his eyes fluttered just a little.

“He used to be my intel man,” Jongho’s voice was airy, but he gulped and his jaw clenched when my fingers pulled a little harsher at the hair on his nape, “turns out he was the rat sending information to my father.”

I scoffed, jaw clenching as I turned to look at the man laying strapped down to the table. So, he was the reason why Jongho’s, and subsequently my, affairs kept getting sabotaged, “Took you long enough to find him.”

“Don’t mock me, woman.” Jongho snapped, grabbing my jaw and turning my head back to face him, “I worked faster than your pathetic excuses of goons did, didn’t I?”

“No need to get so worked up, honey,” I chuckled, leaning so close our noses brushed together, “however, you could have been smarter about this.”

When Jongho said nothing just raised his eyebrows, his right hand slipping from my waist to my ass to squeeze, I smirked at him, leaning close to his ear, “You should have kept him alive and fed him with false intel, fucked with your father a little, you know?”

When I went to pull back, Jongho gripped my nape and held me in place, lips brushing lightly against my exposed ear as my hair was pulled back in a low bun, “I would have done that if my father already didn’t know that I had found out about this little fucker.”

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, Jongho’s musky scent mingling with the stench of blood making my stomach tighten as I leaned back, the hand holding his nape sneaking towards his neck as I started toying with the necklace I had gifted him, “So, when are we going after you father?”

“As soon as your brother bites down on our trap.” I smirked, excited for the day to come as Jongho’s large palm squeezed my ass once, before softly making me stand up. I knew what he wanted without saying a word, and I grinned as I grabbed my forgotten purse off the floor, opening it. I made sure to bend down just the right amount in front of Jongho, my dress ridding up but not to the point of showing my ass, and I heard him suck in a harsh breath. Bingo, men are so easy. My favorite handgun glinted in the light and I blew Jongho a kiss before walking towards the screaming man, hips swaying in a way I knew would have Jongho hard in no time.

You see, our marriage wasn’t out of love, it wasn’t even close to that of a forced one. Our marriage was of convenience, both of us hungry for more and determined to do whatever we had to in order to get to the top. Jongho’s father, the most powerful mafia head in the country, and my brother, the second most affluential man of our country, were our targets. Once both were gone, Jongho and I would be ruling over everyone and everything in this damned country. And we were so close to finally getting what we wanted, five years of hard and diligent work finally getting repaid as his father was getting sloppy with his trades, and my brother arrogant to the point he was making banal mistakes even a newbie wouldn’t make. Soon, the empire would be mine—and Jongho’s. Soon, people would be bowing down at our feet, begging for their sins to be forgiven.

I stopped by the man’s side and turned the drill off, his screams ringing for a few more seconds until just his sobs were heard. His body was covered in wounds and bruises as it convulsed, he was as good as dead at this point. I sighed, feigning sadness as I stepped back, walking to the foot of the table, undoing the safety of my handgun. The man’s eyes widened when he registered my presence at his feet, but before he could make a sound, the bullet had already pierced his skull, the silencer on my handgun masking the sound and its lethalness. Claps resounded in the room, the classical music finally over, and I rolled my eyes and turned around. Jongho had an amused smile on his face as he stopped clapping, holding my purse as I slowly walked back towards him, eyes narrowing when he extended his palm, silently asking for my handgun. I reluctantly placed it in his hand and we shared a prolonged stare, our thoughts no doubt the same. If he killed me now, he’d be the next mafia head and yielder of all business. But he placed my handgun inside my purse and then gently placed that on the small table, next to his glass.

As I went to cross my arms in front of my chest and demand to know why he had flown oversees without letting me know first, I was yanked down in his lap again, this time failing to silence my gasp. I steadied myself using his firm shoulders, thighs resting on both sides of his hips, the leather soft against my naked skin. Jongho’s right hand rested on my left knee, slowly gliding up towards my thigh, his palm warm and yet rings cool against my skin. I gulped as Jongho smirked confidently, and quite smugly, leaning up to press our chests together.

“This dress drives me fucking insane,” He rasped, eyes staying glued to my exposed cleavage, “I’m glad I bought it for you.”

I chuckled, but didn’t allow myself to get sidetracked. I already knew Jongho and his tactics when he tried to avoid something, and it was always sex. Well, he wouldn’t get that until he did some explaining.

“Why did you go to Japan?” I raised an eyebrow, glaring down at him despite the way his hands were slowly creeping closer to my panties.

“Had to supervise some cargo before it got sent off.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

At his deadpan voice, I sneered and leaned in his face, glaring into his dark eyes, “Don’t fucking lie to me, Jongho. You have enough men to do that for you. If I find out you’re doing something behind my back, I will kill you.”

“Relax, love,” Jongho chuckled, hand slipping to my ass and kneading the flesh through the lacey panties I wore. I bit my lower lip, hiking myself a little higher up in his lap, “When I made my vows to you, I meant it when I said we’d stay together forever—unless you are conspiring behind my back, about to break my trust.”

“That’s not my style, and you know that.” I chuckled as Jongho’s fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, making me lick my lips just as he leaned up, closing the distance between us. It’s been a week since I last have felt his lips against mine, and I moaned against his mouth as he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, slowly releasing it with a pop. But I didn’t allow him to pull back as I chased after his soft mouth, our lips moving messily as Jongho’s palm on my ass urged me to roll my hips against his already growing erection. I groaned into his mouth, slipping my tongue past his lips when he opened up enough, our tongues dancing together as he let me explore his hot mouth. His free hand caressed my hip before slowly trailing up my body, cupping my breast and squeezing as I moaned again, gyrating my hips in the right way, slow and teasing, knowing well that Jongho would lose his cool in the next ten seconds. And as I bit his bottom lip, sucking it between my teeth and biting hard on it, his eyes flew open and he hissed, all but almost ripping my panties apart as he yanked them down, urging me to raise slightly up as I smirked, kissing all the way from his jaw up to his ear, taking his earring between my teeth as I licked at his earlobe with my tongue.

The world wasn’t ready for our empire.

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Why A Better World is my favourite "Evil Superman" Story

So in the last two decades or so, there's been a notable amount of dark and edgy stories around superheroes turning evil and whatnot and most of them really love to do their own expies of Superman. I've never been the biggest fans of these kinds of stories.

And then there's the actual stories of Superman and other heroes being outright villains or at least just massive assholes. In recent years, this has been largely thanks to the influence of media like the Injustice Games or the Synderverse DC movies. It's... honestly become a trope I am tired of.

Because you know the damnest thing? There is a story that does all these ideas really damn well and arguably better. It is the two-parter from the Justice League cartoon "A Better World".

Now, I am aware how most people favouring the DCAU has become a bit of toxic nostalgia at times and it's something I myself am trying to work through a bit. But in this case, I do think it's the best idea of doing an evil DC story, much better and more interesting than the Crime Syndicate, who if you ask me are not very interesting, though I do remember liking the Crisis On Two Earths movie a lot, which funny enough, was originally going to be this two parter before various things led to it being canned and then later repurposed as a direct to DVD movie.

Anyway, my main crux of why I love this story is simple... The entire Justice League turns evil... and the reasons are very much in-character for all of them. You look at the scene with Justice Lord Batman for example.

As fucking evil as the Justice Lords are... Batman can't quite fully hate his alternate self for his reason for taking part in all this being basically one-step further than his own mission, that no child should ever go through what he did. Hell, I recall reading that the reason the writers had Batman drop his batarang at the end of this scene... was because he genuinely wouldn't be able to come up with an argument to that.

Superman likewise kills Lex Luthor because yeah, Luthor literally exploited the flaws in Democracy and became president of the US, threatening to kinda basically start world war 3. It's obviously horrible... but Superman is a character whose main motivation is making the world a better place. And if people who abuse the systems of power of the world are hurting people, why shouldn't Superman put a stop to that?

And yeah, Superman should obviously never kill, he's the most paragon of paragons of the DC universe, a man committed to always being better than the villains he fights... but this is him pushed to his most logical extreme. Hell, the main Superman knows this and its why Lex used his knowledge of this alternate universe as part of his plan in the season after this, to goad our Superman into crossing the line because yeah, there's a part of him that could go this far.

But right as Superman is about to apparently finish him, the big guy says this.

"I'm not the man who killed President Luthor. I wish to heaven that I were but I'm not."

Because Superman like everyone else, obviously would have those same thoughts and same urges. He's human.

I've kinda gone off Injustice a bit because to be honest... the injustice games were kinda just this but a bit too edgelordy. Hell, in A Better World, Lois Lane still lives and the whole genesis of it doesn't revolve around her getting fridged.

So yeah, A Better World is probably one of my favourite mirror universe stories because of the fact that well... it really is like looking in a mirror and seeing just how easy the greatest heroes can become evil and how they wouldn't be massively out of character doing so. But also it reminds us that as much as this darkness can tempt some of our finest, the ones who don't go down this dark path are stronger in heart than anyone else. Because when the world becomes a dark and horrible place, it becomes very easy to be just as dark. But even though it can be hard to still try and be a good person even in dark times, it's ultimately worth it. Because good always triumphs over evil.

[kamii-2]

now hear me out. Kk arnold turning reader gay but reader thinks she’s straight

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hi 👾 anon!! i actually love you so much for requesting this and making me decide that i should make this a series, but anyway this is just a little backstory to everything so sorry if it’s confusing in any type of way.

warning(s): cussing, kk and reader don’t actually physically interact this chapter, suggestive thoughts

genre: fluff

pairing(s): kk arnold x reader

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chapter 1: “bro she’s literally the reason i’m gay.”

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kk arnold has to be the finest person you’ve ever seen in your life, everything about her is just perfect. her personality, humor, smile, face, body, everything. the only problem is that you think she’s straight and kk is quite the opposite of that. she think you’re the prettiest girl to ever walk this earth, she has the same problem as you, she thinks your straight.

the only reason youre gay is because of kk, she turned you lesbian. but the way she talked on her lives to fans made you think she was straight but she did not look straight and you were to dense to see that. your friends have told you multiple time that she’s gay but you never believed them.

you figured out you were gay on a random sunday night, you were laying in your bed scrolling through tiktok when you got a notification from instagram that kk was live. you and kk were friends were sort of close, you knew a lot about her, or so you thought, and decided to join. when you joined it was her and paige just messing around, they were play fighting and ignoring the phone as they messed around but when they came back she checked the viewers, “hi y/n!” she said while waving at the phone, paige waving with her. you admired kk’s features and voice and it just kind of happened. you were thinking about how fine she was and then it clicked, kk just turned you gay and made you like her in less than a minute. you left the live quick as fuck and went back on tiktok, them edits of kk started popping up. “fuck.” you muttered to yourself as you favorited all of them.

- current day -

the time was 6:04am you were in the bathroom doing your hair. as you were doing it, your friend symphony facetimed you. “hey y/nnnn.” she greeted, “heyyyy” you replied back with the same energy. “guess what.” she smiled, “what?” you smiled back, “i bought tickets to the Uconn women’s basketball game tonight. the game is at 5:00 so i’ll come get you at 4:45.” your jaw dropped, “oh my god i love you so much, ALSO i have so much to tell you!” you yelled while clapping.

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after all of your classes you went back to your dorm and waited for symphony to get there. while you waiting you scrolled on tiktok, favoriting kk edits as you scrolled. at around 4:00 you decided to redo your hair and touch up your makeup, at 4:44 symphony texted you that she was outside and you grabbed everything you needed then headed out the door to her car. “heyyy.” you said happily as you got in, “hiii.” she smiled. “okay so a few days ago i joined kk arnold’s live the boom i found out im gay and that i like her in less than a minute.” you dumped on her the moment she went silent, “AS IN THE BASKETBALL PLAYER?” she yelled, “isn’t there only one kk arnold?” you asked, “OH MY GOD.” she yelled again. “okay, okay, we have to go if we wanna make it on time.” you were trying to make her stop yelling, “sorry, i can’t believe what you just told me man.” she was now laughing.

when you guys got to your seats the game was about to start in 2 minutes. you guys talked about college, the basketball teams, and drama. once the team came out symphony was checking everyone out, “ooh, number 10 lowkey fine, not even lowkey, highkey!” she muttered to you, you just laughed at her antics and kept watching them play. “i know you said that you liked kk but i can’t help but admit the fact that she’s fine as hell.” symphony muttered to you again, “i know. bro she literally turned me gay.”

as the game went on you and symphony kept talking about the basketball team and you guys got back on the topic of your sexuality. “kk is gay for sure.” symphony added on to your last sentence, “no she’s not she doesn’t look- she definitely looks gay but the things she says aren’t. she talks about her man all the time on lives.” you defended her, “are you dense?” symphony looked at you like you had 7 eyes. “she’s saying that stuff because she’s famous and has fans and people who look up to her.” symphony argued. “true.” you mumbled and the conversation ended there.

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after the game, you and symphony went out to eat then she dropped you off at your dorm. you thought about what symphony had said until you fell asleep, is kk really gay or straight and looks gay? you weren’t sure and honestly you really wanted to find out.

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okay so before i finish everything off, let me introduce the characters

y/n l/n: 18, from chicago illinois (illinois barely gets any recognition and that’s where i’m from just not chicago and this is my story so i can do whatever i want)

symphony roy: 18, from chicago illinois, black, y/n’s childhood friend

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i hope you guys enjoyed the first part of “you thought wrong” !! i will post more parts later this week anyway i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[b00tyliciousbabe]

Kaden Hammond on ig is THAT man for me. that body, those arm veins, that jawline and those tattoos are just😩

LIKE HE'S LITERALLY THE FINEST MAN IN EARTH IDC😭

you’re telling me this iconic picture is HIM?! the way i used to fantasise it was my lips on this man’s body - shameful. nonetheless I TOTALLY agree with you hun. he is FOINE.

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Red Flags

Oh my god I've been so burnt out I'm so so sorry but I WROTE SOMETHING FINALLY

“Right, so…” Lily starts, settling down in front of the others with a coffee in hand, “what are we thinking?”

“I have a feeling we’re all thinking the same thing,” Mary says, shaking their head to themself. As Lily glances around, everyone nods in agreement.

Remus Lupin has terrible taste in men.

It’s an infamous fact among the group, really. Somehow, Remus manages to find every weird, rude, and downright horrible man on the face of the earth. He's not stupid, but he is impressively good at ignoring all of the warning signs. Lily remembers, more than once or twice, picking up the pieces, shouting at the exes, even stopping Remus from taking them back. It always sucks to see him that upset, and Lily just couldn't take it anymore.

So, they've developed a system.

It involves a lot of internet stalking, going through social media after social media, looking for pieces of evidence, things they can mention directly to the guy in question. If they can figure out if they're exactly the same as the others, which they usually are, they can scare him away before it’s too late. Remus isn't exactly… aware, of their system, but it works, and they need it to keep working. It's better that Remus is a little upset that his boyfriend of two weeks has ghosted him, rather than a painful betrayal.

This newest guy, though? They can't find anything.

“You’d think someone with the name Sirius fucking Black would have something slightly shady on his socials!” Marlene says with a groan.

“I mean, the name’s red flag enough, right? Everyone knows the Black family,” Peter says, but James is intervening before anyone has a chance to agree.

“Hold on, they essentially got rid of him five years ago. I don't know that we can still hold his name against him.”

Yeah, that makes sense. Unfortunately.

“Okay, well… what does he do for a living?” Mary tries, only to get a good few shrugs.

For someone who posts ten times a day, this guy is really quite quiet about his private life.

“I think he's a doctor,” Peter says eventually. “That’s what I found when I looked him up. Pediatric Surgeon?”

“Oh, so he literally saves kids lives,” Marlene says, exasperatedly throwing her hands in the air. “I'm sorry, he can't be Mr Perfect! This isn't how Remus works!”

Lily wants to say that maybe it is, maybe he's turning a corner, but she bites her tongue. They don't actually know anything real, anything substantial, about this guy. All they know is that he grew up in a very prominent family, and can build a careful social media presence. That means nothing.

They need to dig deeper.

“You know what this means, right?” Lily says grimly. “We have to meet him.”

Remus knows exactly what his friends are up to.

They think they're so brilliant at hiding their little… background checks on anyone he even so much as mentions wanting to date. Well, he can't exactly blame them. He's dated some absolutely horrendous people, and he knows that. Showing up at Lily’s as a crying mess wasn't exactly his finest moment, so he gets why they're so concerned.

Sirius, though? God, they’re never going to have to worry again. For a good few weeks, Remus had thought he'd made Sirius up. He's never fallen for someone as quickly as he's fallen for Sirius, even though they're taking everything so slowly. Honestly, he'd move in with Sirius tomorrow, if he asked, but Sirius is too good to ask that so soon.

That doesn't stop Sirius from panicking a little, as Remus keeps setting the table for dinner with his friends.

“What if they hate me? I mean, what if I set a really bad impression and they hate me forever-?”

“They definitely won't hate you. Believe me, you'll click with them. Especially James. I have a feeling he's going to love you.”

James is always the most supportive. He at least tells Remus before the others start to interrogate them.

“But what if-”

“Hey, don't panic.” Remus reaches out and takes both of Sirius’ hands in his. It sends a little thrill through him, the way Sirius’ breath catches in his throat. “Just… don't feel intimidated when they start asking too many questions, and you'll be fine.” Sirius nods once, and Remus squeezes his hands reassuringly.

There’s a knock at the door before they can kiss.

Remus groans as Sirius drops his head onto Remus' shoulder. He takes a breath and takes a step away, as Remus tries to quash the nerves. He knows how much they're going to love Sirius, but it isn't really helping. He doesn't want them freaking him out and scaring him off.

Still, it's too late to give them all the boot now, so, with a slight hesitance, he accepts his fate and opens the door.

“Hey, guys! You’re all here… at the same time,” he says, sticking a perplexed expression on his face. Mary smiles brightly as Remus steps aside to let them all in.

“What a coincidence, right?”

They’re really bad at hiding things.

James is the last one in, and Remus holds him back quickly.

“Please tell me they're not grilling him. Sirius is nervous enough.” He knows the answer already, but James shrugging apologetically only confirms it.

“They didn't find anything online. You know what that means.” Remus nods once, trying to bite back a groan. “They're doing it because they care.”

“I know. Just… please give him a chance. He's… Prongs, he’s amazing.” He watches James’ face soften, and it gives him the slightest glimmer of hope.

Maybe this'll be okay.

“So, Sirius…” Marlene starts, the moment they all settle at the table.

God, it's already starting.

“What’s your favourite thing about our Remus?”

Honestly, Remus is pretty sure that's a tricky question. He's never seen anyone answer it right. There's always something wrong with the answer. It almost feels like a cruel start.

“Oh, wow, I don't think I could pick!” Sirius says with a smile. “I mean, unless you let me pick everything,” he adds with a wink. It draws a smile out of Remus, and James is already positively beaming. The others, though, exchange a confused glance.

“What, so you can't think of anything?” Peter says disbelievingly.

“Oh, I just meant- I think everything about him is amazing.”

A blush immediately spreads it's way across Sirius’ face and, oh, Remus could look at him forever; could watch his face turn rosy until the end of time.

“What d’you think of his writing? Y’know, his breakout piece on euthanasia?” Lily asks, resting her chin in her hands.

“I thought his breakout piece was his intersectionality one?” Remus turns to him, stunned. He didn't even know Sirius had read any of his articles.

He's also right.

Christ, he must be ticking some kind of box for his friends.

“Right, this is stupid,” Mary interrupts Remus’ train of thought, and he's already dreading whatever they're about to say. “If you have any intentions of hurting him, we’ll quite literally kill you.”

“Mary!” Remus says quickly, his hand reaching out to grab Sirius’.

“No, he needs to hear this!”

“Why? Because you couldn't find anything when you looked him up?”

It's enough for the group to lapse into silence.

“Listen.” Remus forces himself to take a breath and slow down. “I know why you do all of this, and I get it. Really, I do. I appreciate how much you care. Sirius, though, he's… guys, he's wonderful. You don't have to worry this time.”

James nods, Mary also seemingly placated. The others, though, turn to Sirius.

Yeah, that makes sense.

“Honestly, I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I wouldn't dream of hurting him. I'm falling in love with him more every single day-” He cuts himself off with wide eyes, immediately turning to Remus.

Oh.

Oh, wow.

“You love me?” Remus asks. It's almost like his friends just… vanish, in that moment. All he can see is Sirius, sitting beside him, telling him that he loves him.

“Shit, I didn't mean to say it like that!” Sirius groans, his face reddening by the second.

Okay, accidentally telling him that he loves him.

“I wanted to plan something nice, think of the right thing to say, not just- God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this-” He buries his head into his hands, muffling his panicked rambling.

“Sirius?” He tries quietly. Sirius just shakes his head minutely. It's really bloody endearing.

Remus is going to have to go about this differently.

Slowly, gently, he reaches out and pries Sirius’ hands from his face. He lets himself lace his fingers through Sirius’, as their eyes meet and Remus’ stomach flips.

“I love you, Sirius,” he says softly. “Christ, how could I not?”

Sirius’ face brightens in an instant, and Remus can't help but beam right back at him. He can practically feel the tension in the room lift.

He has a feeling his friends won't be worrying about him anymore.

[untilwedont]

Jealous Boy

But I can't help it

RQ: Vinnie Hacker x male reader pls!!! Angst to fluff like y/n gets jealous of a girl who is flirting with Vinnie and Vinnie flirts back leading to an very heated argument where Vinnie says something he regrets and tries to make it up to y/n

Warnings; alcohol, mentions of cheating.

to be quite honest, you’d say you were one of the luckiest people to live on earth. I mean.. one of the finest people on earth— a man that everyone would literally kill to just get a smile from, chose to date you.

by man I mean Vinnie Hacker. Every girl thirsted over the guy, and it shocked the public when he openly came out as bisexual and revealed to be in a relationship with you.

but.. dating a fine ass man comes with it’s downsides. A lot of girls, as soon as they laid eyes on Vinnie, tried to come up to him and flirt, doing anything to try and get your boyfriend turned on.

Luckily you dated a loyal man and he’d always push them off, telling them he was already in a relationship— but that changed.

You guys decided to hit the bar, take a few shots, call a taxi home, and maybe have drunk sex?? Well— that was the original plan at least.

“can I get another shot, please?” You asked the bartender, handing them the empty shot glass. They nodded, grabbing your shot glass and taking it away.

You were only two shots in, and hadn’t felt anything happening to your body. You weren’t one to get drunk easily, unlike Vinnie.

By two shots in, he’d already been tipsy, slightly slurring his words when he talked to you. “S’hey, ‘nother shot..” He asked the bartender, giving them the glass and rubbing his eyes.

“You good, vin?” You ask, noticing his slured words becoming more frequent, signaling he was becoming more under the influence.

“hm? oooh~ yeah, for sure!” He said, smiling at you drunkly. You nodded, watching as the bartender gave him another shot of strong alcohol. You decided you were done drinking for the night, wanting to at least be the more sober one.

You left to take a quick bathroom break. When you came back, you expected to see nothing less but you’re drunk boyfriend alone. But, when you returned, you saw a girl talking to vinnie.

Except, it was different this time. He wasn’t pushing the girl away like he usually would. No, he was talking to her. Not in a regular way, but with a more flirty tone.. Like he was enjoying her. Her looks, body, voice, everything.

A sense of jealousy instantly rushed through your body, overflowing your mind with hateful thoughts. But, you tried calming yourself down, thinking it was the alcohol overflowing vinnies mind. Yet, there was something in you that wanted to snoop in on the conversation.

The distant voices of both of them slowly became louder as you got closer. “So, what brings you here tonight?” She asked, slightly biting her lip while trailing a finger down vinnie’s shoulder.

It was obvious about what she wanted. “S’m just here hiccup to have s’me fun..!” He smiled at her, unaware of her wants. “What’s a fine lady like you doin’ here?” Your fists clenched as your jealousy began to overflow you once more. Was he really about to cheat on you, or was it just the alcohol?

“Just.. lookin’ for some fun~” She smiled, placing her hand on Vinnie’s thigh. Vinnie smiled back. “You got a girlfriend?” But, before he could respond to her question, you quickly interrupted the conversation.

“Actually, he has a boyfriend. So you can.. run off now.” You gave her a smile as you shooed her away. Her face turned to disbelief and she walked off. “Oh, hey baby~” vinnie spoke from behind you.

“Don’t fucking baby me, we’re going home.” You grabbed his hand, gripping it sternly, forcing him out of his seat. “Heyy, what’sth big hol’ up?” He asked, his hand still in yours. You didn’t respond, only quickly calling an uber to pick you up. (don’t drink and drive)

You ignored all his little complaints about leaving so early until the taxi finally arrived. You both got in and the whole car ride was silent, the only words being spoken were when you told the uber your address.

When you arrived home, you got out the uber, not bothering to wait or help vinnie get out. He quickly followed behind as you opened the front door, “Hey, what’s going on with you?” He asked as he ran up behind you. “I’d rather talk to you when you aren’t drunk.” You mumbled as you walked through the front door.

“Baby-..” He went to speak again but you quickly cut him off. “I told you to not baby me.” He tossed his hands in the air from confusion. He wasn’t sure what he did wrong. “Just.. just don’t speak to me until you’re sobered up.” You spoke, this time more calm.

He was confused but didn’t complain any longer. The next day rolled around and Vinnie awoke to an empty bed. He was definitely sober now, but needed to suffer the consequences of a hangover. He walked out of the room to find you in the kitchen. He wondered what time it was since he saw you already showered and ready for the day.

He walked up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your head. But, you quickly pushed him away. “What’s wrong?” He asked, scratching his head. “So you don’t remember what happened last night?” You calmly asked, not bothering to turn around and face him

“Uhm… I mean not really.. why, did I do something wrong?” He questioned. You felt your hands curl up into a fist as you sighed. “A girl… she came up to you while I was gone,” you finally turned around, “she flirted with you, but you didn’t push her away. No, instead.. instead you flirted back. The way you eyed her.. the way you-..” you took a deep sigh, “The way you let her touch you… and you just sat there…”

Your head hanged low, staring at the ground as you bit your lip. “Baby- I..” He let out a nervous laugh, “I was drunk last night.. you know that.” He tried placing a hand on your shoulder but you quickly took his hand off. “Oh, but you remembered to call me ‘baby’ after you called her a ‘fine fucking lady’ a few fucking seconds ago?!”

You felt tears forming as you stared at him. “Are you- are you accusing me of cheating on you?” He asked, looking at you in disbelief. You scoffed, “I don’t know, Vinnie. Would you? What if I hadn’t stopped the conversation, vinnie? What if I watched as you told her you were single? What if I watched her fucking kiss your lips?! What if-..” Your voice got louder with every ‘what if’, but vinnie cut you off from your ramble.

“Okay, M/N stop!” He yelled. “Do you hear yourself right now?! Why the hell would I ever cheat on you?!” His voice had a sense of nervousness in it as he continued to yell.

“Well im sure you were fucking thinking about it when you eyed her tits!” You yelled back and vinnie scoffed. “Okay, fine! So what if I hookup with a girl?! it’s not like you show me any action anyways!” He yelled, not aware of the words that just came out of his mouth.

You stared at him in disbelief, a tear slipping down your cheek. “Did you-… did you just admit to thinking about cheating on me..?” You spoke lowly, your anger quickly disappearing. Vinnie’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake. The words that just came out of his mouth.

“W-wait..! no, no, no, that’s- that’s not want I meant!” His yelling quickly turned into regret as he tried to come up to you and hug you. “Don’t fucking touch me.” You harshly whispered, pushing him away as you went to leave the house. “N-no, baby wait!” He tried stopping you from leaving but you were already walking out the door.

You left the house. You weren’t sure where you were going, you just drove. Drove until you couldn’t drive any longer. Vinnie on the other hand cried his heart out, sitting on the kitchen floor as he knew he just ruined your guys’ relationship.

But, after sometime of crying, he had a sudden idea to fix things with you.. or at least try. He wasn’t sure how long you’d be out so he thought he’d start his idea right away.

The sunset became more visible as you continued to drive. You weren’t sure what time you left the house and you weren’t sure what the current time was. You silenced your phone after the constant calls from vinnie. The radio wasn’t on, you left it off just so you could hear your own thoughts.

You knew you had to come back home at some point.. you had nowhere else to stay. So, you eventually returned home. You walked up to the front door and hesitantly turned the lock. You silently walked in, looking around and noticing that it was silent.

You suddenly noticed red shaped petals on the ground that lead upstairs. You followed the petals that continued inside the bedroom. You opened the door, peaking your head inside. There was a sealed cake on the bed that spelled ‘I’m sorry :(.’ Three nicely wrapped gifts sat behind the cake.

There was a sealed envelope that rested on top of the sealed cake that had your name written on the back. “Vinnie?” You spoke softly as you walked towards the cake. You grabbed the envelope,

“M/N im sorry about what I said earlier today. I promise you that i’d NEVER cheat on you. You mean the world to me and the thought of you feeling hurt because of me makes me so angry with myself. I know this may not be a lot but I promise with everything I will continue to try and make it up to you. I love you so much M/N you don’t even know it.

Love,

Vinnies.

Your heart began to hurt once more as you read the letter and your lip slightly quivered. You opened the three gifts. Inside were many of your favorite things, ranging from clothes, to accessories, etc.

You smiled at his thoughtfulness. Maybe you’ll give him a second chance.

A/N; ENDING HERE THIS SHIT IS TOO LONG

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: Deuce will never know why you chose him out of everyone in Night Raven College. But maybe, he doesn't need to know.

Pairing: Deuce Spade x Yuu (Gn!Reader)

Genre: Fluff

TW: Na

Deuce will never know why you chose him out of everyone in Night Raven College. Yes, he was one of your best friends. Yes, he had been on your side since the moment you two had met. But he never, ever would have imagined that his feelings for you, which grew with every passing day you spent together could ever be reciprocated. Not when he knew that many others (far better, faster, smarter than him) had their eyes on the magicless Prefect who had fought against seven overblots.

Which was why when Crowley announced that he had finally found a way for you to go home, Deuce stayed silent; even as fire burned in his veins and a voice from inside him desperately begged for you to stay, to choose Twisted Wonderland, to choose him, he just smiled and congratulated you.

He watched as Ace, Epel, Jack, Sebek and the rest of your friends, your admirers insisted on spending your remaining days in Twisted Wonderland spectacularly. Everyone wanted to spend time with you, perhaps in hope that they would change your mind about leaving, that you would stay.

But not Deuce. Deuce wouldn't make you choose between your home and him; as much as he wanted to be selfish and beg you to stay, as willing as he was to sacrifice anything for you to decide that Twisted Wonderland was where you were meant to be, he would not act on his desires.

And so he stayed away, watching from a distance as everyone you had endeared yourself to spent the final days you had with them celebrating for you with heavy hearts and longing gazes.

The night before you would finally be sent back home, to your world, Deuce couldn't sleep. Anxiety clawed him from the inside out as a voice that he desperately tried to push down repeated within him what he already knew: he was going to lose you, the one person who believed in him from the start, the one who always helped him with a gentle smile on their face, the one he loved. And he was just going to stand aside and let them go, for their happiness meant everything to him.

So imagine his surprise when you showed up at Heartslabyul Dorm, way past curfew that Riddle, even with his obvious bias towards you would not be able to overlook the rules you had broken, with tears in your eyes and a tremble in your voice as you confessed to him.

To him. When there were literal princes, heirs of huge corporations and some of Twisted Wonderland's most beloved celebrity figures vying for your attention, for your affection, he was the one you confessed to. And while Deuce had always been raised to be courteous by his mother, something he was relearning after his years as a delinquent, he couldn't help himself.

He kissed you.

He kissed you like his life depended on it. Like he was a man starved and you were the finest meal prepared on Earth. Like he was a thirsty traveler finally getting his first drink of water.

Like he loved you.

And he did love you. With everything he had.

He showed you how much he loved you every day. He showed how grateful he was that you chose him, chose Twisted Wonderland, every moment you spent together. He worked harder than ever before, surprising Ace and everyone else with his dedication and determination to become, in his words, "worthy of you".

It didn't matter if you felt he was already worthy enough. He wanted to be the kind of person you could see yourself marrying one day; someone worth having a future with. And his efforts did not go unrewarded.

Deuce will never know why you chose him out of everyone in Night Raven College.

But as he saw you walking down the aisle, looking like an angel sent to grace his life with your ethereal and (quite literally) otherworldly presence, he thought, maybe, he doesn't need to know why you chose him.

[blainesebastian]

because

words: 2,219 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) "reader jokingly brings up the fact that she has always wanted the clichés in a relationship but have never been with someone who would want to give that to her" warnings: none notes: requests are open for now :) thanks to anyone who's left me one! appreciate it xx tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted, @rairaielv

You’re still pretty new to the whole interview thing—this being your first major breakthrough in film with an upcoming project. Not that you’re not proud of everything you’ve done prior, of course you are, those steps are what’s gotten you to this point. Starring in a film you can really sink your teeth into. Great plot, wonderful character development, intrigue and opportunities for growth.

And it certainly doesn’t hurt that your co-star is Austin Butler.

The whole experience of working with him has been an absolute blur, you’re just trying to take things as they come at you—one day at a time. You can’t quite put into words how great it’s been to make this film with him, that he’s so incredibly humble in his experiences, that even though he’s done a film like Elvis, he’s still willing to learn and keep himself down to earth in how he presents himself, how he talks to people.

You’ve become really good friends over this entire process and, admittedly, you’ve been thinking about Austin in a not so friend way either but. How can anyone not have a crush on this man?  

Regardless, you’ve kept that (for the most part) completely to yourself. The last thing you want to do is somehow disrupt your working relationship, especially when things are going so well. There was only one slight mix up and Austin’s never brought it up again so you’re ninety percent sure that it didn’t even happen. One too many drinks afterhours with people from set and all of a sudden you’re spilling state secrets out to Austin when he tries to make sure you get home safe. Not your finest moment, though you don’t remember it being too embarrassing?

Definitely something capable of keeping you up at night—that and admitting during an interview that you never had an ex that indulged in all the clichés of dating.

It’s like one of those early hours nightmares, your clock burning 2:35AM into the side of your head, as you stare at the ceiling. Along with your eighth grade prom date fiasco and that one time you told that hot waiter ‘you too’ when he said ‘enjoy your food’. Just…utterly putting you in shambles. And maybe it’s not something to worry about, you’re still getting used to interviews and not overtalking when you’re nervous. Austin’s given you some tips about breathing and really listening to the question, counting to three before replying so you’re sure about what’s going to come out of your mouth.

And you suppose it’s not the worse thing? Not like it’s a childhood story you’ve divulged and overshared that you should be ashamed about. It’s just…you mentioned to the interviewer that you’re actually kind of fond of all the old-school cliché things that come with dating. Fresh flowers, goodnight texts, someone that’ll call just to hear your voice, good morning texts, sending random pictures throughout the day of things that remind you of the other person.

Your past two relationships didn’t bother with any of those things, they were fast paced and kinda…thrown together? It feels so hard to describe them now that you’re outside of it, and it took you a while to actually listen to your heart that you weren’t as happy as you wanted to be anyways. There’s a difference between being single and just settling—you don’t want to do that anymore.

Especially if it doesn’t come with all the romances and small pieces of love languages that you feel it deserves.

It doesn’t have to be overdramatic or complicated…you’re just asking for effort. And the typical clichés? kinda demonstrate that.

“There was literally no reason for me to divulge that on live television,” You place your phone on your shoulder, holding it against your ear with your head. Your friend Katrina gives a soft laugh in response, “I mean, really, all the interviewer asked me was if I had a date to the Golden Globes.”

But that simple question just popped off the whole thing about why you’re single, about why you’re taking time to find someone right and not just jumping into a relationship. Then, of course, there are always those teasing questions about Austin—about your friendship, how sweet and humble he is, how handsome. Like…that’s all very obvious but why do people talk to you like you’re supposed to do something about it?

To threaten everything you’ve already built with him, personal and professional wise? No thank you.

“I think the real question everyone was asking is whether you’re goin’ with Austin.” A loud sigh leaves your lips, tipping your head back to look at the ceiling of your living room as you lie on your back on the couch. “There are no sighs when you have a man that hot in your life.”

A soft chuckle vibrates in your throat, shaking your head because…everyone (meaning Katrina) on the outside thinks it’s easy having a crush on your friend. That you could just…cross that bridge, build that connection if you really wanted to. But this isn’t a movie, you don’t have the script right in front of you, you have no idea what’s going to happen if you decide to do that.

And you’re not sure if it’s worth that risk.

“You won’t know if you don’t ask.”

“Oh my god,” You exclaim, amusement wrapped around your tone, “Are you my best friend or relationship therapist?”

“I get the privilege of being both,” Katrina grins, you can almost hear it as she speaks, “For free.”

Rolling your eyes, you can’t help but smile, playing with a loose thread in the sweater you’ve got on. “All I called you for was to ask if we were still on for brunch tomorrow morning and if you think I made a fool out of myself on TV.”

Katrina sighs softly and hums and you can tell that she’s backing down, for now, “Yes always to brunch and no, you did nothing that was embarrassing. You were just honest—nothing wrong with that.” Then she pauses…and you already know she’s back at it again,

“Besides, maybe someone was watching and taking notes.”

You run a hand over your face, shaking your head—God, “Goodbye.” You laugh gently, pressing the red button before she can start herself in on another rant.

Setting your phone down on your coffee table, you’re considering ordering take-out or conquering laziness and going down your street to the taco counter on the corner when there’s a knock at your door. Your eyebrows draw together in confusion because you’re not expecting anyone…unless it’s your neighbor. She’s older and her cat is constantly getting stuck in the closet and she always has trouble getting her out. Sighing, you draw yourself up and off the couch, wandering over without looking through the peep hole.

Which is how your jaw almost ends up on the floor.

It’s Austin, which is not exactly surprising, he’s been to your apartment plenty of times—just not like this. He’s got a giant bouquet of black roses in his arms, almost kinda comical for him because he’s tall and skinny and it feels like it throws him off balance somehow. He’s also got a small white teddy bear, a maroon heart sewn onto its chest and you kinda…open and close your mouth because you’re so confused and slightly overwhelmed, you have no idea what to say.

Except the first thing that comes to mind, “Well, you’re definitely not Mrs. Deborah.”

He laughs lightly, pulling the flowers away from his face a bit so that they don’t obstruct his view as he steps forward into your apartment. “Was hopin’ I had the right door,” He jokes, “Hard to see around these things.”

Closing the door behind him, you’re still completely thrown off as to what exactly he’s doing here with these things like, “It’s uh—it’s not my birthday?”

Austin raises his eyebrows, “I know that,” He replies warmly and then begins talking about the roses, “I know gettin’ black ones is a little strange but I figured with all the…horror movies you like and Halloween aesthetic that you have up all year—”

Amused laughter wraps around your tone as you speak, “Halloween is a feeling, not a season.”

“—I figured you’d appreciate these.” He smiles and hands them over.

Your stomach does this ridiculous flip-flopping, cheeks kissing pink because you’re so confused and stunned. You take them carefully, pressing your nose and lips into a few flowers, breathing them in. Austin smiles and uses the bear to press a kiss to your cheek before giving you that too.

“I…not that I’m not completely in love with these,” You say after a moment, almost hesitantly, “But why?”

Austin hums, shrugging his shoulders lightly as he pushes his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “Because.”

And that stirs something heated and distinct in your chest. You’re attempting not to overthink such a simple answer. Because.

Letting out a breath and preventing yourself from spilling your thought process out, you give him a soft smile and bite down on the inside of your cheek. You turn to take the flowers into the kitchen, finding scissors to cut the ends of the stems off.

“Not sure I have a vase big enough.” You chuckle, wondering if it’d make more sense to split up the large bouquet—some out here, some in your bedroom. You settle for a smaller black glass vase you’ve got dried flowers in by the windowsill and swap them out, letting the rest of the bouquet rest in the sink until you’re ready for them.

You lean against the counter, taking a long look at the flowers as the word because spins around in your head. And while you’re touched at the sentiment, at the explanation that Austin has given you—you can’t help but wonder…

“I’m assuming you saw the interview?”

Austin smiles a little, the prettiest of blushes kissing his cheeks, highlighting some of the freckles he has on his cheekbones. It’s ridiculously attractive and your stomach does a full swirl before you have to look away. There’s this itch to run your fingers through the blonde curls above his forehead.

“I did—but it’s not the main reason why I brought you those today.”

A soft self-deprecating laugh leaves your throat, “Oh no? Not because you’re pitying me?” And even though you’re joking, kind of, attempting to smile through it—you’re worried that’s the only reason he’s even here, that he somehow feels sorry for you.

“No, hey,” Austin says softly, taking a step towards you to reach out and touch your arm. He gently grasps your elbow to keep you from backing up, squeezing, his thumb rubbing back and forth. “It’s actually uh—you probably don’t even remember this but, that time when we went out to drink with the cast and crew?”

And your cheeks instantly flush red because of course you know what he’s talking about. You thought for sure you could safely assume you hadn’t said anything that’d come back to haunt you. Which is worse? This or the interview? You shake your head, running a hand over your face,

“You remember that?”

He smiles a bit and moves his hand to play with a few strands of your hair near your cheek, curling them around your ear, “Kinda hard to forget.”

And while you feel like that should somehow make it worse…it doesn’t. Austin takes a step forward, keeping the proximity close between you. You can feel the heat from his skin radiating off his body, kissing your own, pressing against your pores like a gentle embrace. It’s dizzying.

“I mean, who knows what I even said,” You attempt to play it off with a small laugh, your eyes looking into Austin’s soft blue ones.

But given where this conversation has been going, maybe you should have been prepared for Austin to reply with, “You said you had feelings for me but you were afraid to tell me.”

God. “I really need to never be allowed to drink again.”

Austin smiles, shaking his head, “Did you mean it?”

You let out a slow breath, holding his gaze as your heart begins hammering in your chest. Here’s the moment of truth, right, where there’s no barrier of a long night or too many drinks to hide your emotions. There’s no taking it back after this, and yet you feel like Austin already knows what you’re going to say.

You lick your lips before a soft laugh echoes, “Of course I meant it.”

“Good,” Austin hums, cupping your cheek with his one hand, “Because I mean this.”

He leans down to kiss you, heat exploding pleasantly in your chest, slipping between your bones and making you melt towards him. You wrap your arms around his waist, keeping him close, and you can’t help but smile against his lips as he continues the kiss before you both pull back slightly to breathe. There’s butterflies in your stomach and you feel slightly dizzy from this turn of events. All these clichés that you never thought you’d be able to experience.

Then, unable to keep the smile off your face, you lean in and nip at his lower lip.

Just because.

[kadeeeee55]

Literally the finest man on earth 🙈

[lizmaximoff]

Hi lovely!! 💕 I hope you're having a great week so far! I really enjoy your blog and I saw your request for Loki fics that I just could not resist.

What would you think about a friends to lovers or enemies to lovers fic where avenger!loki has too much to drink one night at a party being thrown at the Avengers compound (perhaps Thor brought some stronger Asgardian liquor to share), and ends up confessing more than he planned to re: his hidden feelings and attraction toward avenger!fem!reader. Possible smutty dancing ensues?? Reactions from some of the other Avengers who notice Loki and reader being chummier than usual? I will leave the rest up to your beautiful mind to decide.

So excited to see what you do with it, if choose to, of course!

Thanks babe! 💖

The Finest Asgardian Ale (Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader)

RATING: E (Swearing, Thigh Riding) WARNINGS: Two consenting adults hooking up while they are both equally tipsy. SUMMARY: It's Wanda Maximoff's 30th Birthday party, and a little bit of Asgardian liquor leads to some secret confessions coming to light.

MASTERLIST 

A/N: This turned into a longer one-shot than I had originally wanted it to, so I'm sorry about the wait! I got a lot of really great requests, so I will try to get to them in time. In the meantime, if you have any Loki x Reader requests, feel free to send them here. Thanks!

It was Wanda Maximoff's 30th Birthday, and, as her best friend, you refused to let it pass without any recognition.

Even if that meant that you would be the one in charge of planning a small get-together with a group of the World's Mightiest under one roof.

Everything was mostly set up for the evening, with a bulk of it being handled by Tony (bless him for getting enough liquor to kill a stampede of wildebeests). All that needed to be handled was some last-minute decor in the den.

You were currently putting up the last of the eloquently-themed red decor after getting ready, stretching in odd places and huffing when you couldn't reach. You were just about to pin a streamer to the top edge of a wall when the thumbtack slipped, causing you to lose your balance on a step-stool and slip.

"Son of a bitch!" you yelped, gripping at the wall as you felt yourself fall.

Why couldn't I have been blessed with the power of flight?

"Hey now!" you heard from behind you, just as you were caught in a pair of familiarly lithe but strong arms. You felt the chest pressed up against your back begin to chuckle.

"What on earth are you doing?" Loki asked, setting you down before bending over to grab the streamer. "The party starts in half an hour, young mortal."

You huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of your face before you reached for the streamer, "I know, I'm rushing to get this done. So, if you wouldn't mind-"

Loki smirked, lifting the decor above your head and just out of reach of your grasp, "Always doing things at the last minute aren't you?"

You groaned, jumping up in vain to grab at his hand, "Loki, stop it! Give it back."

The man laughed, resting his free hand on your shoulder in an attempt to keep you at bay, "And end our fun here? Absolutely not."

"Please Loki," you whimpered, grabbing his shoulders to pull him down.

He faltered at your tone of voice, a slight blush rising to his cheeks as he raised his brows in surprise. You barely registered the look, taking the opportunity to grab the streamer with a grin and a laugh, "Loser."

The god cleared his throat with a tight smile, adjusting the collar on his forest green turtle neck before rubbing his hands together, "Why don't I do that for you?"

You rolled your eyes, "And let you destroy the place? Nice try."

"No, no," he said lowly, placing his hand on your lower back. "I don't want you to hurt yourself. Give me the paper."

You shivered at the touch, looking up at him with parted lips. For some reason, you wordlessly handed him the decor and he smiled in return.

"Now, go and do something that won't literally cost you an arm and a leg," he chuckled, placing the decoration up with ease.

You nodded your head, backing away and taking the opportunity to look over his form one last time before returning to the kitchen.

You'd been friends with Loki probably longer than you had been with Wanda, if you had to guess. Things were just so easy with him. You had the same sense of humor, a shared traumatic past and chemistry that just worked for the both of you.

At first, you'd seen him more like a brother, especially since you'd been dating your ex-boyfriend at the time. As time went on, however, you found yourself having dreams about him and your thoughts would just wander to him at random points during the day. You started to notice how many curls he had in his hair in the morning versus the evening and how many specks of green were in his eyes depending on his mood.

To your surprise, you'd managed to keep your feelings under wraps pretty decently. As far as you knew, no one was the wiser, least of all Loki. However, you noticed that things had started getting weird within the last couple of months.

You didn't want to get your hopes up. You loved Loki deeply as a friend, and as much as you wanted to fuck his brains out, you would rather die than lose that friendship with him. So you always agreed with yourself that you would admire him from a distance.

But even you knew that something had changed within him. The flirting between you two practically tripled, he would blush at the slightest compliment and he grasped at any excuse to get his hands on you.

Maybe he's just going through a dry spell.

God knows you are.

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It took you about an hour and a half to finally get around to enjoying the party. Being a hostess was a huge responsibility, after all. All the Avengers were gathered in small clusters throughout the den - drinking, eating and laughing with one another.

You took it as a win.

You walked over to Wanda, who was currently placing a party hat on Vision's head with a tipsy giggle.

"You having fun over here?" you smiled, playing with her hair.

"So much fun," she confirmed, turning to you and grabbing your hands. "Are you finally going to relax and have a good time with your friends now?"

You smirked, pretending to think about it before scrunching your nose, "Let me get us some shots."

She cheered, patting your ass playfully as you walked over to the makeshift bar that Tony had thrown together. You snorted when you realized that Thor was behind the counter, mixing drinks as he was looking in a book that held a variety of drink recipes.

"I didn't take you for a mixologist, Thunder," you teased, leaning over the bar and peering at the multiple glasses he had in front of him.

"Lady Y/N," he boomed with a grin, the heady scent of Asgardian ale wafting from his breath. "I'm trying to make Buttery Nipples. Would you like one?"

You laughed and nodded, "Why don't you make two for Wanda and I?"

"Splendid idea!" he shouted before picking up a glass and throwing it on the floor with a shatter. "To the Birthday Girl!"

A chorus of cheers erupted in the den as you attempted to hide your face in your hands, "Thor, please stop smashing the drinkware. We already had to establish a budget just because you kept smashing dishes."

The god blew a raspberry at you with thumbs down before returning his concentration to the book. You looked around the room, noticing a small group of people gathered in the corner. You smiled upon seeing Loki gesturing wildly with his hands, keeping the attention of all who were in the group.

"Your brother seems to be having a good time," you smirked, turning to Thor.

"Ahh, yes," he smiled. "My dear brother has brought with him the finest of Asgardian Ale. I believe he is sharing stories of his time on our planet, mostly having to do with said ale."

"Charming," you sniffed, grabbing the drinks that Thor had finally prepared.

"I believe there may also be a wager on whether or not he can actually get drunk."

"Thor!" you scolded. "That is a terrible idea."

He waved you off, "He can hold his own. He was once able to get through an entire barrel of that same ale before he finally retched. He's only brought with him a few gallons."

"Oh, well when you put it like that," you replied sarcastically, looking on at your friend with concern.

"My lady," Thor sang. "Your worry for my brother is endearing, but you should try to catch up with him and the rest of the party."

"Fat chance," you snorted. "I have a party to run here."

Thor straightened up almost comically, "You have my word that I will look after this party from henceforth on. Please, enjoy the evening. I will make another beverage for the Witch. Take those two."

You sighed, looking at the two shots in your hand.

"Just so you know," you started, before taking one shot. "Wanda would kill you if she heard you referring to her as 'the Witch.'"

You finished the other shot quickly as Thor held up his hands in defense, "Duly noted. Now, go and join my brother, and have some fun for once."

You groaned, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

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The group surrounding Loki was probably the most mismatched one you could have thought up, considering their attentions were drawn to Loki in the middle. There sat Tony, Natasha, Bucky, Sam and Clint as they watched with humored faces as Loki continued to talk animatedly.

Clint's eyes met yours and almost choked on his drink as you approached, hearing the tail-end of Loki's speech.

"-truly the most marvelous creature I have ever had the privilege to meet," Loki swooned, jumping as you placed your hand gently on his shoulder.

"Are we talking about the Rattatosk?" you joked, squeezing him in reassurance.

The group fell completely silent, Sam trying his damndest not to laugh as he gripped onto Bucky for dear life.

Loki looked up at you with wide eyes and reddened cheeks, "No!"

"Why are you guys being so weird?" you laughed, looking back at Loki before bumping him with your hip. "Scoot over, Mischief."

The god swallowed audibly and moved over so you could sit next to him. Tony coughed awkwardly and Natasha swallowed down the rest of her drink.

"I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" you asked, rubbing over your knees in discomfort.

"Yes-" started Sam.

"-No!" cutoff Bucky.

"We were just talking about everything and anything," Loki supplied nervously, placing his arm behind your back.

"Oh-kay," you said awkwardly. "Thor told me you had some Asgardian Ale over here?"

Tony chuckled, "Oh, yeah, we definitely do. Don't you, Rudolph?"

"Would you care for some, darling?" Loki asked, taking one of the bottles and offering it to you with earnest eyes.

"Is that safe...for me?" you asked wearily, taking the bottle.

"A couple of sips should suffice," your friend smiled, rubbing your lower back.

You shivered, smiling at the contact. You raised the bottle to your lips and took a swig, humming at the sweet honey-like taste, "Wow. That's not that bad."

"Gonna knock you on your ass in a minute, if Horns is anything to go by," Natasha joked, putting her empty glass on the table.

"Guys," Clint spoke up as he stood. "Let's give them some space. Don't be dicks."

Sam groaned, shooting the rest of his drink before following, "Always gotta take the fun out of everything, man."

After the area emptied out you looked over at Loki, "Why did they leave? Do I reek or something?"

Loki scrunched in his brow, "Darling, you smell magnificent."

You blushed lightly, handing him back the bottle, "Thanks for the ale."

"Pace yourself, love," he smiled. "I suppose one sip for you is equal to about three Midgardian beverages."

Your eyes widened, "Jesus, Loki. How much have you had tonight?"

He chuckled, pulling you closer, "It's a secret."

"You're a child," you giggled. "Seriously, why did they leave?"

"I probably overspoke before your arrival," he replied, avoiding your eyes. "I tend to get a little enamored when I imbibe."

"Enamored?" you teased, poking him lightly in the chest. "What's caught your attention?"

You could have sworn that the light blush that adorned his cheeks grew two shades darker at the question. He began to chuckle nervously, before rubbing over his face, groaning playfully.

"I just wish you knew," he said, throwing himself back against the couch. He looked over your profile, the hand that was on your lower back beginning to play with the strings that tied your dress together.

"My apologies for not being a mindreader," you slurred, feeling warm as you felt his fingers dance along your back.

Oh shit. I'm tipsy.

Loki snickered, "I guess that's a good thing."

"Why do you say that?" you pressed, falling against the couch so you could look him in the eyes.

Damn, they are extra blue tonight.

"I would be so embarrassed if you were able to read my mind," he slurred, covering his face.

He's adorable when he's drunk.

"What do you have to be embarrassed about, Mischief?" you teased, leaning in closer.

He peeked out between his fingers, "You have the most magnificent eyes, has anyone ever told you that?"

You flushed at that, chuckling nervously, "This is coming from the man with oceans for eyes."

"It's true, though," he smirked, his finger etching a pattern along your back. "Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I see them."

"Shut up," you laughed, pushing at him playfully.

"Really," he grinned, grabbing your hand. "I think about the way you look at me, about how you make me feel."

You paused, worried the moment would fade into oblivion.

"Loki, you...you're drunk," you reasoned. "We're both drunk."

"I'm not drunk," he shook his head. "Tipsy, yes. But certainly not drunk."

You swallowed, looking down at your lap as he continued, "I think about you a lot - did you know that?"

You smirked, looking up at him with glassy eyes, "I think about you, too."

"That right?" he purred, slotting his fingers in between yours. "I wonder."

"What?" you whispered, scooting closer to him.

"If our thoughts are similar."

You felt your stomach drop, your face heating, "I, uh, doubt that very much."

He looked up at you with an indiscernible look, "Tell me...what do you think about, darling?"

You sputtered, "Loki...now is not the time-"

"You're the most mesmerizing creature I have ever met," he spoke with confidence, dropping your hand to raise your chin so your eyes met.

"T-Thank you, Lokes," you breathed out with a small smile.

"Do you want to know what I think about?" he goaded, stretching out his limbs and drawing your eyes to the bulge in between his thighs.

Your eyes widened as you gulped, wordlessly nodding as you stared.

His eyes traced over the curves of your body, his fingers trailing down your jawline, down your neck to the swell of your breasts, "I think about all the things that I could do that will make you cum harder than you ever have before."

You couldn't help it when you moaned at those words, feeling the wetness gathering between your thighs as you looked into his lust-clouded eyes.

He licked his lower lip, "I apologize if I've overstepped-"

"-dance with me," you smiled softly, grabbing his hand and pulling him up with you as you lead him to an empty space in the den where a few people had gathered to dance.

The god quickly grabbed your hips and pressed himself up against your front as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and kissing your skin as you began to move your hips against him.

His hands traveled the expanse of your back slowly as he wedged his thigh in-between your legs, causing you to gasp. You couldn't bring yourself to think about anything except for the god in front of you who currently had his thigh pressed up against your clit in the most delicious way you could have ever imagined.

"Loki," you whimpered, cupping his face and pressing your forehead against his.

Your noses bumped affectionately against one another before he brushed his lips over yours, his tongue flicking over your upper lip, causing you to open your mouth to him in a gasp.

You closed your eyes as he slid his tongue into you mouth, both of your tongues dancing against one another in a way that caused you to drench the seat of your underwear. Your lips barely brushed one another in the most primal act of sex you could think of.

You whimpered into his mouth before he closed it with a kiss, "I need you to cum on my thigh, darling. Right here in front of all our friends. I want you to cum on my thigh. Right. Now."

"Fuck," you squealed, kissing him deeply as your lower stomach began to contract in a flood of pleasure, your clit throbbing as you felt his hardness continue to press against your own thigh.

You continued to rub against him as he cradled you in his arms, kissing the soul out of you until you came down slowly.

"Oh my god," you whispered against his lips, looking around meekly and blushing darkly as the reality of what you've done just hit you.

"Don't blush, love," Loki chuckled. "Or I'll fuck you right here on this dance floor."

You swallowed audibly, gripping his shirt tightly in your hands, "Your room. Now."

He smiled widely before nodding, the both of you becoming encompassed in green seidr before disappearing from the room.

A hushed silence fell upon the room while everyone watched the both of you disappear before Wanda spoke up.

"Did they just fuck each other on the dance floor?"

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