#Okay I’ll stop there I’m SO sorry I wasn’t expecting to ramble so much

[vampstel]

I’ll be honest: I’ve never been completely interested in Scaramouche before, but I heard his boss theme just now and I’m starting to like him. like a lot. As I should be.

[harryspet]

Can you write a Bambi eyes Drabble where rafe does anal with reader for the first time ?

a/n: this got a little freaky :)

Warnings: dark!daddy!rafe x reader, medfet, DUBCON, fingering, vibrator, bondage, bambi/reader is 18+ DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR

Some nights, Rafe pushed you to your limits. Typically, those were the days where he was most mentally strained. You knew he'd expect more from you when you heard him arguing over the phone or getting short with Lana. In the moment, your heart raced and you let your fear creep in but Rafe was always much nicer in the morning. It was a good thing that you helped him get out his frustrations. 

“Don’t squirm so much,” He told you, his hands on your hips to keep you still. You were bent over the edge of your bed, your hands constrained to each side by white cuffs. You weren’t particularly fond of the restraints, especially when you were naked as you were often left shivering, your nipples perking up from the cold. 

You felt a cold gel as it was squeezed out over your exposed holes, “I know it’s cold, little girl. You’re being such a good patient for Daddy.” It was a game and you were to pretend you were at the hospital recieving an exam and Rafe was your Doctor. It wasn’t far off from your imagination, Rafe always kissed your bruises and put on your bandaids. You also knew he was much smarter than you. 

Before he’d restrained you to bed, he’d given you a bath, paying special attention to an area that he hadn’t paid much attention to before. Now, with gloved fingers, he was paying even closer attention to that area, “Daddy,” You whined as he pressed his middle finger against your hole, “It feels weird.”

“What did I just say? I have to take a look down here, make sure my little girl is nice and healthy,” You squeezed your lips together and tried to hold in your mewls, “You’re so tight here, little girl. Too tight.”

“I’m sorry,” You dipped your head further down, your face heating with embarrassment. 

“Don’t worry, I’m going to stretch you,” You winced as he pushed his finger deeper and a yelp escaped your lips as he pushed in until you felt his knuckles against your bottom cheeks, “Shhh, stay still.

“Too much, too much!” You rushed out as he slowly pulled his fingers out, “It’s too much, Daddy. I think–”

Rafe interrupted your nervous ramblings by landing several spanks on your exposed bottom. Tears pricked your eyes and you felt your heart beat coming up your throat, “It’s supposed to hurt at first, it’ll get easier,” He tried to assure you although you sensed a harshness in his tone, “Listen, don’t yell.”

“I-I’m sorry, Doctor.”

“You gonna be a good little patient, now? If you don’t behave I’ll have to start all over.”

“I will be a good patient, Daddy.”

“Good girl. You’re much tighter than Daddy expected,” You heard him moving around the room although you couldn’t see exactly what he had grabbed. When he heard a soft vibrating, your mind filled in the blank. It made you feel relieved for only a moment because once again, Rafe’s latex finger was pressing against your tight entrance, “You’re gonna cum with Daddy’s finger in your ass, okay?”

It was rhetorical, you realized, but nodded anyways. Rafe pressed the large head of a vibrator to your clit just as he pushed inside of you, “I’ll give you a few minutes,” Rafe continued, “If you can cum three times with Daddy’s fingers in your ass then we can stop for the night.”

“I-I’ll try.” 

With the vibrator on high, you reached your first orgasm quickly but the pain cut your pleasure short. You could give him two more. It was a good thing that you helped him get out his frustrations. 

“Attagirl, Bambi.”

Bambi Eyes Masterlist

[writtenbymoonflower]

Hello!! I literally finished Ted Lasso and am IN LOVE with Jamie Tartt (this may or may not have to do with the amount of fics I’ve read recently). Would you be up for writing a Jamie x reader where they’ve been secretly dating for a while and the team finds out, perhaps with a reader that works for AFC Richmond as like they’re photographer or something?

Omg babe I need more Jamie fics in my life. Jamie Tartt x fem!reader

cw: swearing, hickey, jamie tartt being a smug asshole

776 words

You can't stop subconsciously rubbing your neck, likely from the anxiety of wondering if your makeup is doing an adequate job covering the smattering of love-bites on your neck. When your fingers came away with a chalky coating of powder, you kept your hand frozen by your side, your free hand jotting down notes as your boss kept rambling, careful to filter the necessary information from the side tangents. 

“You get all that, babe?” Keely looked up from her computer, half apologetic. “I’m so sorry my brain has been all over the place lately.” 

“You’re okay Miss.” You looked up, eyes catching on the man winking at you from across the room. He was looking nearly sinful with a towel slung over his bulky shoulder, skin gleaming with sweat. You stiffened, handing the clipboard to your boss. “Does this all look right?” 

She mumbled as her eyes scanned the page. “Perfect! Thank you so much, Y/N. I'm serious when I say I would be a complete shitstorm without you.” She glanced at the clock. “Oh, bugger! It’s gone 1. Why don’t you take your lunch, I’ll figure the rest of this mess out.” Her perfectly manicured hand shooed you from the office. 

“Thank you Miss.” You contained your smile, glancing at Jamie. He was still looking at you, brown eyes burning into your form. You scampered off, closing the door to Keely’s office on the way out. 

The hallway was oddly barren of players and staff, excepting the boy leant casually against the doorframe of the gym bearing lazy smile on his face. You walked up to him timidly, looking around the room to make sure there were no suspicious eyes. 

“Hey cutie.” He said, running a hand through his blonde hair. Your legs felt like jelly, only made worse from the pinching heels on your feet.

“Hey Jamie. Are you okay? Why aren’t you in practice??” You looked over him for injuries, expecting to find some blooming bruise or irritated scratches. He smiled at you. You could tell he wanted to reach for you but didn’t want to risk the exposure. 

You were the main reason the relationship between you two was a secret. Jamie would shout it from the rooftop if he could, but you were still unsure. You weren’t ashamed by any means, but you couldn’t help but feel pressure. You were dating one of the most well-known Richmond players. (one who was also on a dating show made entirely up of very attractive people). Nevertheless, Jamie treated you like a rare diamond. 

“You can stop checking me out, babe. I’m alright. Coach is just havin’ us run laps. I finished first.” He was sickly sweet, if not a little boastful, looking you up and down, smirking like a cat who got the cream. “How long do you have on your break?” 

“Just under an hour.” You subconsciously glanced at a watch that wasn’t there. His grin grew as he pulled you towards the locker room. “Jamie, what if someone walks in?” Even as you protested you couldn’t help your own smile from spreading over your face. 

“Trust me, love. The lads are slackin' today. The only one who is going to finish in the next hour is Dani, and that chipper prick will stay and chat the Coaches to death.” 

You sighed, letting James tug you into his arms. He smelled like grass, rain, sweat, and himself. It was intoxicating. “I missed you.” You mumbled into his chest. 

“Missed you too, lovely girl.” He chucked, pulling you up for a kiss. No sooner did he deepen it than you heard a crash behind you. You tried to jump away from Jamie but he held onto you. You turned around to find a sheepish-looking Sam slowly backing away from the door. 

“I- I am so sorry.” Sam looked like he was trying to shrink down to bug-size. “I’ll just, I don’t want to interrupt.” 

“You’re ok-” 

“God, Sam, mind your fuckin' business.” Jamie faux-scolded. Sam slightly smiled. 

“I am.” He put his hands up in a ‘don’t shoot’ gesture. “And don’t worry, your secret is safe with-” 

Right when he said that, a crowd of about ten players scrambled into the locker room, all pausing when they took in the spectacle in front of them. You could see them looking between Sam, you, and Jamie who still had his arm wrapped around your waist. The room was dead silent, until someone spoke up from the back of the group.

“Well now we know why Y/N comes to practice so much.” 

“Shut the fuck up Jan Maas!” Upwards of five people shouted.

[boraswan]

close your eyes

pairing: yoongi x gn! reader

words: 1k

warnings: none? first kiss. a lot of fluff. yoongi calls reader “honey” several times.

♡

You lay in his bed cuddled up together, your head on his chest and his right hand tangled in your hair. He listened contently to your rambling about your current obsession.

“I mean seriously, can you even believe that yoongi?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I believe it, honey.” He looked into your eyes, and then down to your lips, licking his softly. You two have had a few moments like this now. Everything was totally perfect, you were comfortable, even being so close to him like you were now. But every time the energy shifted, you couldn’t help but get nervous. You didn’t mean to shut him down. But just like every other time, nothing could stop the subconscious tensing of your body.

“Hey, is everything alright, honey?”

His hand had stopped moving in your hair now.

“Yes, sorry. I don’t mean to be so jumpy.” you said looking back down at the foot of the bed. You started rubbing his chest with your free hand. A failed distraction.

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay. It’s just…”

He paused for a moment, obviously thinking carefully about how to phrase what he wanted to say.

“Do you feel like we are moving too fast? I don’t want to rush you. I notice that every time I try to kiss you, it seems like you…shy away?”

You quickly shook your head no.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think we are moving too fast. I want to kiss you Yoongi, I just…get really nervous when it’s about to happen.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s okay.” he said softly, smiling down at you.

“Oh…okay?” you said while letting out an awkward laugh.

Not the reaction you were expecting.

“Yes, of course honey. We shouldn’t do anything you aren’t ready for.”

It was your turn to be quiet in thought now. You wanted to kiss him. So badly. But how could you tell him the real reason why you were nervous? Maybe it would be better if you just kinda went for it. What he doesn’t know won’t kill him right?

“Honey, look at me.”

You struggled to meet his gaze, but forced yourself to anyway. You felt so exposed for some reason. You hadn’t even told him yet. There was no way this was going to work. You definitely couldn’t kiss him if you struggled to just make eye contact.

“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

He was making you too flustered. You already felt overwhelmed by the situation, really not expecting to have been called out like you were.

“It’s nothing. It’s stupid.”

“No it’s not. Not if it’s got you worked up like this.”

He really wasn’t going to drop it. You were silent for a few more moments.

“C’mon sweetheart, it’s just me.” he said, much softer this time.

“Tell you what, I’ll close my eyes while you tell me, will that help?” A little thing you guys did when you had something overwhelming to share.

Yoongi had suggested he close his eyes when you told him you had a crush on him. Oddly enough, it worked.

“Yes, please.”

He shut them.

Here goes nothing.

“I haven’t kissed anyone before. I really do want to do it with you. I promise. It just, makes me so nervous because… I don’t know how. And I don’t wanna mess up, or mess us up.” you said, looking at the ceiling.

Yoongi took your silence as a sign that you were done, opening his eyes.

But you were still looking at the ceiling, dim lighting in the room barely allowing you to see the whole thing. But you didn’t need to be looking at him to feel his eyes on you.

“You won’t.” he said seriously.

“W-What?”

“You won’t mess us up. I like everything about you, no matter how you kiss me. No matter if you kiss me. We’ll go at your pace, honey.”

He was so good to you.

“I like everything about you too.” you said sheepishly.

“I’m glad sweetheart.” he said chuckling softly.

He used the arm you were laying on to pull you into a tight hug, and brought the other one to rub your back up and down in soothing circles.

“Yoongi?”

He loosened his grip to look down at you.

“Yes, honey?”

He looked at you so lovingly. You thought you were going to melt.

“Would it be okay if … I kissed you now?”

You fiddled with the neckline of his shirt nervously. Smiling, he gently nudged your face to look at him.

“Of course, honey.”

“Can you … close your eyes?”

His chest shook with laughter.

“Yes, love.”

He looked at you lovingly, rubbing up and down your arms. Shifting the two of you to be laying down facing each other, he made sure you could lean in easily.

“Are you okay? Do you still want to do this?” he asked softly.

“Yes. And I’m okay.” You smiled up at him.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.” you breathed out.

“Okay pretty girl.”

He sent you one last smile, before slowly letting his eyes fall shut.

You looked down at his lips, and back up to his closed eyes. You didn’t feel like running away. You felt completely calm. It was perfect.

You scooted in a little bit, tentatively resting your hand on the side of his neck. Taking one last deep breath, you leaned in slowly. Placing a chaste kiss on your boyfriend’s lips. He brought his hand up to the side of your face as soon as your mouths met. Not trapping you, but a comforting embrace. Remind you that it was just him, and it was okay. You allowed yourself to relax fully, closing your eyes at last.

When you pulled away and looked at him, his eyes were still closed. His face was expressionless, completely relaxed. You started moving your thumb on his throat back and forth, causing him to slowly open his eyes. His silence unnerved you.

“W-Was it okay?”

He looked at you with a dazed, far away look in his eyes, one you couldn’t read.

“Can I give you another one?”

“Yeah.” You breathed out.

♡

plz I love him so much

thx for reading <3

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Bloody Beetle | Part Five

Summary: you journey into the tomb with Steven and Layla, but will you get to Ammit before Harrow gets to you...

Pairing: Steven/Marc x Reader, Layla x Reader, Harrow x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Heka priests, deaths (I’m sorry 😭), Harrow being Harrow

A/N: as always spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Part Four | Series Masterlist

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“Y/N!” the British voice you didn’t realise you’d missed so much. “Y/N, oh thank God!”

You crawl out from under the bed and you just about have time to get to your feet before he’s pulling you in for the tightest hug you’ve ever received. You let yourself sink into his embrace for just a second before pulling away.

“Are you alright?” He starts to anxiously ramble “I thought you were dead-”

“You can drop the act. I know who you really are, Marc Spector. Harrow explained it all to me. He told me you were a mercenary and that everything the police said in the car that night, about how you killed people… It’s all true. And that’s why you pretended to be Steven. Pretended to be my friend-

"I AM your friend..."

"A friend wouldn't have just given Harrow the scarab and left me behind."

“No no no, Y/N, that’s not what happened at all. I lost the scarab while being chased out of there by a jackal that he summoned! I tried to get to you, so did Layla. I would never just leave you." He reaches out for you but you back away. “Please, you have to believe me!”

“I don't know what to believe anymore.” You say sadly.

“Y/N…” he stops talking, his eyes rolling back and when he looks at you again he’s completely different. “Y/N, I don't have time right now but I promise I will tell you the truth.”

“Marc..? What just happened?”

“We need to stop Harrow first and then I will explain everything. I promise.” Marc is interrupted by Maya running back into the tent, her gun aimed at him.

“You need to leave!” She says, trying to sound threatening but you can see pure panic in her eyes.

"Maya, its okay." You try to calm her. "Just put the gun away."

"I can't. Harrow- he'll be so mad at me. This isn't supposed to be happening-" Maya rambles, but when Marc moves slightly she refocuses on him. "You have to leave!"

“No, I think you should leave.” Layla says as she sneaks in behind Maya and yanks the gun straight out her hand. Maya runs and Layla sees you. She looks just as surprised as Steven had. “Y/N! You look good for someone who's supposed to be dead.”

“What are you talking about? Why would you think I was dead?"

"Because that's what Harrow is telling people." Marc says.

"Bu why would lie about that?"

“Because that's just what he does. He lies and manipulates people. which is one of the reasons we have to get to Ammit’s ushabti before he does.”

— — — —

The three of you make your way outside just in time to see Maya disappear down into the tomb.

“Shit, she’ll warn Harrow that we’re here.” Layla says as you run to the dig site. “Ah.” She says once you get to there.

“What's the problem?” Marc asks.

“I wasn’t expecting Y/N to be with us, I only have two harnesses. I can go find another?”

“No, it’s alright. That will take too long. Harness me up and I’ll carry her down with me.”

“Are you sure?” You say, anxiety rippling through you.

“Yeah, it’s not that far down. We’ll be fine.”

Layla gets her harness on then helps Marc get into his. As she's tightening his straps you see his eyes roll like they did before and notice his whole posture change again.

“I have to say, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.” Steven's voice says as Layla helps him tighten the straps on his harness, completely unfazed by his changed accent. “The adventure, I mean.”

“We want what we’ve never had.” She finishes preparing his harness and gets ready. “I’m gonna go down first. Before I belay.”

“Right, yeah… what’s belay?” Steven asks, and Layla laughs.

“I still can’t tell when you're joking or not.” She says before clipping rope to the front of her harness and disappearing down the shaft. Steven looks at you.

“Belay?” He says, and you shrug.

“I have no idea.” You half laugh. “Are you sure you can do this?”

“It’ll be fine.” He says, not at all convincingly. He copies Layla, attaching the rope to the front of his harness then gestures for you to come over. You awkwardly put your arms around his neck and he lifts you. Its surprises you how strong he is. He cradles you to him and takes a breath before taking a step. But as he reaches the edge, his foot slips and you both tumble down into the darkness. Steven’s body acts as an air bag as he hits the ground, still holding you tightly. You land with a thud in a cloud of dust and sand. It takes you a moment to realise your lying on top of Steven, your face less than an inch away from his.

“Are you okay?” Layla asks, rushing over and helping you up.

“Yeah, I think so.” You reply, turning to give Steven a hand. “Steven?”

“I’m aces.” He says, grunting as he gets to his feet. “I wish you hadn’t seen that… oh wow, look at you.”

You look at him and realise he’s looking past you. You turn to see the huge ancient sculptures behind you, similar to the ones you used to see every day in the museum. Only these ones weren’t made out of polystyrene just to decorate an exhibition. This is the real deal.

“Oh yeah, they’re gorgeous.” Layla agrees. “Just standing guard for centuries!”

“Right! Look I can’t even…” Steven looks like all his Christmas came at once, he’s so excited. You can’t help but feel happy for him, and wonder if what Harrow said could be true. Could he really fake being this excited. “If they just sprang to life right now and asked me a riddle for passage I’d be thrilled! I’d shit myself, but id be thrilled.”

You and Layla exchange a look, silently laughing at the adorable dork in the room.

Once Steven finished fangirling over the reality of where you were right now, the three of you started to make your way further into the tomb.

“Strange.” Steven says quietly as you follow the winding corridors.

“It’s a maze.” Layla says.

“It’s a-maze-ing.” Steven jokes and you roll your eyes, but secretly want to laugh at his little pun. He is fully loving life right now.

“No, like there are six paths.” Layla explains. She bends down, picking up bullets left on the ground. “What would they be shooting at?”

“Six points.” Steven mumbles to himself, ignoring Layla's question about the bullets as he starts to draw something in the sand. “This whole structure is a symbol.”

You and Layla join Steven and look at what he’s drawn. You recognise it from one of the books in the museum.

“That’s the eye of Horus, right?” You ask.

“The royal symbol of protection in the afterlife.” Steven agrees.

“I mean, the resources needed to build this thing!” Layla realises, “Her final avatar was a pharaoh.”

“Woah!” Steven breathes “A bloody pharaoh!”

“You think it’s a map?” You ask.

“Yeah well… the eye of Horus is also the eye of mind yeah? Representing the six senses, six points. So you got the eyebrow that denotes thoughts. Pupil, sight, obviously. This point here is hearing. Smell. Touch. And this long line ending in a spiral is the tongue.”

“The avatar would be Ammit’s voice.” Layla suggests, and Steven nods.

“That’s right.”

You follow them further into the tomb, to a dark room with a sort of stone table in the middle. Layla shines her torch around the walls, revealing ancient drawings on them.

“Heka priests! Judging by their masks and ceremonial stance. They would have been entombed in here to protect the pharaoh. Sorcerers of their time. They’ve been down here for centuries.” She moves her torch to shine on mummified figures in the wall. “These must be some of the unlucky souls who crossed their path.”

You shine your torch at the stone table.

“Oh my God.” Steven gags. “Oh God, is that fresh blood? Little chunks of meaty bits?”

Layla crouches down to examine blood covered jars and tools before saying “Let’s keep moving.”

You start walking towards the exit but when Steven puts his arm out to stop you, you notice the blood trail leading to a pile of bones.

“Just a minute.” Steven says, any excitement he previously had now replaced by fear. “Im just stating what I see, and I see lots of bones and blood going that way. So I’m just thinking like, what if there’s another…” he shines his torch around the room, stopping and pointing up. “There’s an opening up there. You see that? Should we check it out?”

“Alright, you go.” Layla says and Steven starts climbing up to the platform. “Go with him? So he doesn’t fall again.” She asks you with a smirk and you nod. The floorboards creak as you pull yourself up, following Steven.

“So according to ancient text, Ammit should be bound to an ushabti, those statue thingies.” He says as you look around. Steven starts rambling again about all the amazing ancient things he’s seeing, but Layla reminds him he’s supposed to be looking for an exit. “Oh yeah, yeah we can go this way.”

The sound of guns firing makes you all jump.

“Harrow.” You whisper.

“What are they shooting at?” Steven asks.

“I don't know.” Layla starts, but stops when she hears a clicking sound.

“Hide, hide!” Steven frantically whispers as he helps you find somewhere to shelter. You peer over the side and see Layla duck down behind the stone table as a figure enters the room, dragging a body behind it. The thing lifts the body up onto the table and you realise it’s one of Harrow’s people, the male police officer. He’s half awake and groaning as the thing that dragged him in reaches over and picks up one of the sharp tools from the side. It lifts it in the air and plunges it down into the mans body with a squelch. You cover your mouth and look away, over at Steven who looks just as horrified. You look down at Layla, who is still crouched hiding by the table. Right by the jars that the creature has started putting the man’s organs into. She slowly starts to move around to the other side, away from them but she knocks into a jar, alerting the creature to her presence. Steven leans forward, closer to the edge to get a better look but the floorboard creaks under him. He freezes as the thing jumps up onto the table and then up to cling to the underside of the platform you are on. Steven starts to full panic as you look around for a way out, just as Layla launches a jar at the wall. It smashes, grabbing the creatures attention.

“Run! I’ll find you!” Steven yells down to Layla, who makes an escape out the room. “Help me.” He calls over to you and you help him push a table off the platform. It lands on the creature. “We squished it. We squished it!” He gasps, turning and hugging you in relief.

“Yeah we squished it, what exactly was it?” You say breathlessly.

“Heka priest. We should go before any more of them turn up.”

“There’s more of them?!”

Steven grabs your hand and pulls you through the exit. He leads you through more corridors, occasionally stopping to admire a sculpture or ancient drawing. Eventually you find yourselves in a large, magnificent room.

“Oh my days!” Steven gasps. “First ones here. Tomb fit for a pharoah. Its gotta be one of the bigguns.”

You just smile at him as he continues rambling in amazement at everything in the room. You have to admit, it is pretty impressive. But Steven is the real expert on all this stuff. You cross the stepping stones through the water to the middle of the room where the sarcophagus lies.

“Oh wow, look at that! Look at all these relics. Macedonian? No, what?” He crouches down to look at the inscriptions on the side of the sarcophagus. “No way. That can’t be right.”

“What is it?”

“That's Macedonian. But the only pharaoh…but he insisted on calling him self Egyptian.”

“Steven you're not making any sense. What are you saying?”

“I think were looking at the long lost tomb of Alexander the Great.”

“You're kidding?” You ask and he looks at you in amazement. You don't know why but you both start laughing. “Let's get it open.”

You both place your hands on the top, getting ready to push. Steven takes a few breaths then stops.

“Everything inside me is screaming not to open this thing.” He says.

“I know, but Harrow-”

“Alright, alright, alright.” He places his hands back on the top and takes a deep breath. You count to three then push with all your strength. The lid slides open to reveal a mummified corpse lying inside. Even though thats exactly what you expected to see, it still startled you that that is an actual dead person. The actual Alexander the Great.

“Right so, what are we looking for?” you ask.

“If you're gonna hide it for all eternity, you’d probably put it in a place where the average looter wouldn’t think to look.” He thinks. “Alexander was the voice of Ammit...”

You both look at the head, completely wrapped in cloth.

“You don't think…” you start, really hoping Steven isn’t about to suggest what you think he’s going to suggest. You really don't want to see what the body looks like underneath that cloth.

“I'm gonna try something.” He starts to remove the cloth from the head. “Sorry. Oh God, so sorry. Sorry Mr Great.”

The fabric rips revealing the Alexander’s skull, which Steven apologises to again before prying open its mouth and reaching inside. He searches deep inside the skull, gagging a few times before slowly pulling out the a small statue that looks like Ammit.

“Is that it? You got it?” You ask, hope rising that Harrow might not succeed.

“Yeah, yeah we got it.” Steven says with a smile. You smile back before you pull each other in for a hug. You pull apart when you hear footsteps and look to see Layla enter. “Layla look. We won!” He holds the ushabti in the air, a hug grin on his face. But Layla doesn’t smile. She looks likes she’s been crying.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

“Can he hear me?” She asks Steven, ignoring you completely. Now that she’s closer you can see she looks angry.

“Alexander? I don't think so.” Steven chuckles. “God, I hope not.”

“What happened to my father?” She says, getting closer to him. He looks baffled. “I’m talking to you... I’m talking to Marc!” She shoves him and he pauses, his eyes rolling back.

“Come on.” He says, his deep American voice is serious and he tries to pull Layla with him. “We need to go right now.”

“No!” Layla shakes him off. “What happened to my father?”

“Listen to me. We have to leave right now. I will explain everything, I swear. But we have to go!”

“Did you kill Abdullah El Faouly?” Layla asks and Marc pauses. A tense silence fills the air.

“I’m just gonna- I’ll give you a minute.” You say awkwardly as you back away towards the entrance Layla came in through.

“Stay close!” Marc calls to you and you nod before stepping just outside into the corridor. You can still hear their raised voices but at least you don't feel like a spectator to their private conversation now.

As you stand in the dark corridor, trying not to listen to the argument happening just a few feet away, you're suddenly aware that you're not alone. You spin around to see Harrow stood looking at you. He doesn’t look shocked to see you, but he does look disappointed. Like a parent that has just caught their child doing something wrong. You freeze, like a deer caught in headlights as his disciples start charging past you into the tomb, leaving you and Harrow alone. He doesn’t take his eyes off you.

“As disappointed as I am that you disobeyed my order, I am glad you are here to see me take my victory.”

He starts to move towards you and you bolt, trying to run past him to warn Layla and Marc. But he catches you, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you into the room himself. You’re surprised to find Marc left stood on his own, holding an axe, ready to fight. He falters slightly when he realises Harrow has hold of you. Harrow looks at Marc and smiles, before handing you over to Bobbi.

“Just you. The rest is silence.” He says as he takes a few slow steps towards Marc. “I remember the first morning I woke up knowing that Khonshu was gone. The quiet was liberating. You're a free man.” He walks closer to Marc. “And of course with that freedom comes choice. And right now you have a very important decision to make.”

“Okay.” Marc responds.

“No Marc, don’t!” You shout, causing Bobbi to tighten her grip on you and put her hand over your mouth.

Harrow glances at the disciples to the side of him, who start advancing on Marc, guns aimed at him. Marc just stands completely still until they get close enough then he starts his attack, easily taking out three of them. Harrow steps forward, raising a gun that you didn’t even see him holding and points it at Marc.

Before you have a chance to even try to fight, Harrow pulls the trigger. A bullet hits Marc straight in the chest. He stumbles backwards, pain on his face as his white shirt starts to stain red. You scream in Bobbi’s grasp and Harrow locks eyes with you for a moment before turning back and firing a second, fatal bullet at Marc. It hits, sending him falling backwards into the water.

“I can’t save anyone who won’t save themselves.” Harrow says as he watches Marc’s life’s body float in the water.

You manage to swing your arm around to hit Bobbi in the stomach, causing her to release her grip on you and you rush forward, past Harrow and straight into the water, pulling Marc's body up to cradle him.

“Steven?” You cry, not caring that the mix of water and bloody is soaking into your clothes. “Steven please. Wake up, please.”

Harrow comes up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder but you instantly push him away.

“Get off me!” You shout, Harrow looks completely unfazed. “Stay away from me! You're a murderer!”

“We must move on.” he holds his hand out to you.

“No! I’m not leaving him.” You argue. “I would rather die than go anywhere with you!”

For the briefest moment you think Harrow almost looks hurt by your statement. But then his face changes again.

“I can see you’re upset, you're not in your right mind.”

“Oh my mind is perfectly right.” You say as you stand up, face to face with Harrow. “I never want to see you again.” You say through gritted teeth before turning your back on him and returning to Marc’s side.

“This is your last chance Y/N.” He warns, and you ignore him. “Very well.” 

Suddenly two pairs of hands grasp yours arm, yanking you up to your feet as two disciples drag you away kicking and screaming out of the water and hold you as Harrow and two disciples go to Steven’s body.

“Don't you dare touch him!” Your shout falling on deaf ears as the disciples drag Steven out of the water. Harrow crouches down beside him as the disciple hands him Ammit’s ushabti. He smiles before looking at Steven. 

“I’m sorry it had to be this way, Marc Spector, Steven Grant…” he pauses as he places the scarab beetle on Steven’s chest “whoever else might be in there.” He uses his cane to help him stand back up and turns to face the crowd of disciples, but his focus is on you. “Sometimes we need the cold light of death before we can see reality.”

You struggle against the hands that have you restrained but they just hold you tighter, forcing you down to your knees to bow as Arthur holds the ushabti high for everyone to see. 

You hear the sound of footsteps as someone runs into the room. For a moment you feel hope as you think it could be Layla with a plan to stop him, but when you see Maya run up to Harrow the hope quickly dies. 

“Harrow, sir, I am so so sorry.” She rambles breathlessly. “I was trying to find you, to warn you, but I got lost in these tunnels.” She pauses, looking at him with sad eyes. “I’ve failed you.” 

“Yes, you have.” He says, completely emotionless as he turns his attention away from her. From the look on her face you can tell her heart has just broken. She backs away from him and stands alone near the wall.

“Who wants to heal the world?”

The disciples around you get up and start making their way back out of the tomb. Harrow starts walking over towards you but suddenly stops when he hears Maya following.

“Not you.” He says, not even turning to face her. 

“S-sir..?” She says, confusion on her face. 

“This is the end for you.” He reaches into his pocket and before Maya has a chance to register whats happening he turns and shoots her in the chest with the same gun he killed Steven with. You gasp and try to get to her slump as she slumps painfully to the ground, but the disciples holding you keep you firmly in place, still kneeling on the floor.

“Why- why did you do that?!” A sob escaping your throat as Harrow comes to stand by you. “She was just a young girl!!”

“She let him get to you. She put you in danger… I can’t have that.”

“The only reason I’m in danger is because of you!” You say shakily and Harrow looks down at you. He doesn’t say anything, he just reaches his hand down to wipe the tears from under your eyes. Then he walks past you, gesturing for the disciples to follow. As they harshly pull you up to your feet, you can’t take your eyes off of Maya’s lifeless body. Her glossy eyes staring at you as they drag you away, leaving her forever resting in the tomb of Alexander the Great.

Part Six

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fighting! | boo seungkwan

SYNOPSIS. in which seungkwan gives you a boost of morning motivation. PAIRING. boo seungkwan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. mentions of food WORD COUNT. 1.01k

booseoksoon ‘second wind’  track 01: now playing ‘fighting!’ track 02: lunch  track 03: 7pm

Buttoning up the final button of your outfit, you give a glance at yourself in the mirror and let out a tired sigh. It was too early in the morning for this𑁋to be called into work on a day you expected to have off only to go home at the late hours of the evening. There wasn't much to be done about it, and when you told your boyfriend about it, he nearly called your workplace to threaten with a complaint since he had initially made plans to spend the day with you.

Luckily, you stopped him.

You exit out of your shared bedroom, greeted with the pleasant aroma of coffee and breakfast to your nostrils. Making your way into the main living area, you catch a glance of Seungkwan hovering at one of the large windows, his signature iced americano in his hands as he basked in the morning sunlight. A smile crosses your face as you make your way towards him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

You place a brief kiss to his cheek. "Good morning, boo."

"Good morning, sweetheart," He turns towards you, noticing your half-opened eyes. "I made you some pancakes and coffee."

"You know me so well." You sit yourself down at the dining table, taking in the sweet sight of the pancakes and coffee, just the way you like it.

The two of you sit across from each other as Seungkwan rambles on about his plans for the day since he will basically be alone for most of it since you will be at work. You could only listen to his sweet voice, chuckling quietly to how he expressive he is, like how his hands move as if conveying his words. This was something you always looked forward to when spending time with him𑁋just listening to him talk is as joyful as everything you two do together. And it's even better now that you live together.

Well, in a way, you technically have been living together if you count all the times Seungkwan has claimed a spot in your former apartment. You wanted to take a nap in your bed? Sure, let's take a nap in our bed. Seungkwan claimed he is rarely possessive, but you both know that was a bit of a white lie.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to free today up. I know you made plans for us together," You say, taking a sip of your coffee. "I just wish they, you know, communicated with me. I mostly have this day off, but they clocked me in just yesterday."

Seungkwan shakes his head and reaches over, placing his hand over yours. "My plans are going nowhere, Y/N. We have tomorrow off, so don't worry too much, okay?" Hearing his voice all soft and soothing makes your heart swell. He always knew the right words to reassure you, even if he playfully scolded you at times for not taking care of your health or for worrying too much about little things. "Plus, I'll make a special lunch delivery for you."

Your eyes widen to his words. "You'd do that for me?"

"Why wouldn't I? I'm not letting you sulk in that office chair for the next ten or so hours. Besides, it gives me an excuse to visit you, and you know I would never pass up that opportunity."

The serious yet playful tone on his voice elicits a chuckle from your lips, and it gives Seungkwan a boost of satisfaction. He knows you aren't a morning person like he is𑁋the most he can do is to try and make you feel motivated or just the tiny bit of happiness. After all, he is the self-proclaimed moodmaker.

"And tonight, I'll run a warm bath for you and relieve all that tension and stress so that tomorrow, you can be freshened up for our date. I have a lot of things planned for us and I know you wanted to try that new restaurant that opened across the city."

Your posture perks up to his ideas, catching a glimpse of the proud smirk plastered on his face. Now you know you had to get through the day in order to come back home. Gosh, he really is your human vitamin.

"Thank you, Kwannie," You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing a small, grateful kiss to his knuckles. "I love you so much."

Seungkwan feels his ears trickle red. He would never admit the effect you have on him. "I love you too."

Once you finish breakfast and putting your plate away, you swiftly grab your bag and belongings as Seungkwan cleans the table and approaches you right after. You look at yourself on the camera of your phone before noticing Seungkwan right in front of you.

"How do I look?" You ask him.

Seungkwan takes a long, observant look over your outfit from the top of your head and ends of your toes, tilting his head cutely in thought. Then he steps closer and pushes back some hair from your face and adjusts your collar, before meeting his lips with yours for another kiss, catching you off-guard. For a moment, you nearly forget about all the worries you had for today.

"Absolutely stunning as always and ready to conquer the day," he responds, hands rubbing comfortably on your forearms. "Text me when you get there, okay? I'll meet you up later during your lunch break."

You nod in response, giving him an appreciative smile. It took everything in your power to not throw your bag down on the floor and just stay inside with him, but you knew you couldn't do that. There was a rush of motivation flowing within your veins that you just have utilise before it disappears entirely. And all of it stemmed directly from Seungkwan.

He unlocks the door for you and watches you step out. You look back at him a few times, offering a wave of your hand.

"Fighting, baby!" You hear Seungkwan call out loudly, as if announcing to the entire word his formidable and underlying love and affection towards you. "You'll do great today! I love you!"

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Kinktober Day 15 - Public Sex

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Public sex, fingering (F receiving), very slight degrading.

Word Count: 2965

Summary: You agree to help tutor the popular jock in your math class but it doesn’t seem like math is the subject he wants to focus on.

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“Pst.” The sudden sound so close to your ear made you jump out of your skin, turning to the source of the sound you see a rather surprised Wooyoung sat next to you, who else did you expect it to be he was your desk mate. “Wow, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He whispered while shooting you his signature grin. “I just wanted to ask you something.” You nod at him as you focused on getting your heart rate down to a normal level while waiting for him to ask his question. “I was wondering if you could maybe...tutor me for this class, I understand if you can’t you’ve probably got enough on your plate as it is but I’m really struggling with this and you’ve got some of the best grades in our year so...” You put a hand lightly on his upper arm to stop his rambling, despite not knowing him very well and only talking to him briefly in math class you couldn’t help but think how cute he was when he rambled. “It’s okay, I’ll be happy to tutor you.” You smile which made him sink lower into his chair in relief. “Thank you so much.” He sighs. “When are you free for tutoring, I’m pretty much free any time?”

“Same here, we could start today if that’s not too short notice for you.” You nod your head in response. You felt a little foolish for the thoughts flooding your brain, you’d always found Wooyoung attractive and you’d always wanted to get closer to him but it never happened, you always had your nose in a book or studying whenever you could while he was off hanging out with the rest of his jock friends. You always told yourself you were stupid to think he’d give you the light of day outside of class, he had so many friends as it was and so many girls at his feet willing to bend over backwards for him so why did he need to add one more to the mix, but you couldn’t help how you felt, there was a charm about him and you fully understood why all the other girls acted the way they did around him. 

The bell rang signalling the end of class and you started to pack your things away before Wooyoung turned to you again. “Is lunch okay with you for tutoring? The library is usually free then.” Wooyoung’s eyes looked a little worried as he asked, it was like he felt bad for asking you to help him but you were honestly more than happy to help. “Sure that’s good with me I usually spend my lunch there anyway so it’s no difference to me.” The worry melted off his face and turned into his usual smile, that same smile that brought girls to their knees including you. “Thank you again, really.” Gently patting the side of your arm as he spoke before slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking out. “Y/n, get a grip.” You hiss to yourself as you finish packing your things away. “You’re only tutoring him that’s it and that’s all it’ll ever be. He’s a jock and you’re just some nerd with a book addiction, you’ll tutor him and when it’s done it’ll all go back to how it was.” You let out a sigh once you finish lecturing yourself, saying it all out loud should you how absurd you were really being but it helped to ground you, it strengthened you to not expect what wasn’t going to happen and ultimately get your feeling hurt or heart broken. 

“There you are.” You hear Wooyoung say as he turned the corner of the bookcase next to you making you look up from the textbook you were flicking through. “I’ve been looking all over the place for you, why are you hiding in the back?” 

“I usually sit here and I thought it would be a good spot for tutoring, away from other people.” Wooyoung raises an eyebrow at your reason obviously taking it a different way than what you originally intended. “No offence Wooyoung, you have the attention span of a flea.” You laugh watching his face turn from cocky to lightly offended. “I do not, I’ll have you know my attention span is...Oh!” And just like that his trail of thought left him as his eye caught the poster advertising the upcoming game he was taking part in. “My point is proven.” You laugh trying to usher him back to the table, he had no choice but to shrug his shoulder in agreement, him and his attention span had been caught red handed. “I was thinking we could start with algebra if that’s okay, seeing as it’s what were working on right now.” He nodded a yes to you as he pulled his notebook from his bag and sat beside you. 

You should be used to sitting next to Wooyoung, you’d been desk mates for over a year so this should be nothing new to you, but this time it’s outside of math, in your own time, time he’d decided to spend with you as you help him with math instead of hanging out with his friends. You felt your face heat up with the way he leaned in closer to look at the textbook. You scribble down explanations for Wooyoung, trying your best to shrug off your flustered state, you were just hoping he didn’t notice. 

“See so you take that away from that and that gives you the answer to x.” You explain, pencil dancing across the page as you point out the steps. You’re surprised to see Wooyoung nodding along to what you were saying, his eyes fixed on the paper which you were hoping meant he was taking it in. “Do you want to try one?” This was the first test to see if he had actually been paying attention. You write down one equation for him to get started with and slide the book over to him, watching as he fiddled with his pen, brows furrowed in concentration as he went over what you said in his head. “Add this to this?” He asks wide eyed pointing to where he was and smiling with victory as you nodded to him. 

It didn’t take long for Wooyoung to get the hang of it and it made you a little bit suspicious, either you were a really good tutor or he was surprisingly good at algebra, which made you wonder as to why he’d want tutoring in the first place. “You’ve gotten the hang of this now.” You cheer as you looked over his work seeing all right answers those of which he needed no help with. “Yeah, I think it just clicked in the end.” A wave of pride washed over you, it really did seem like you made a good tutor. You took a moment to flick through the text book again in an attempt to find a new challenge for him but nothing was jumping out at you, nothing looked challenging enough for him to need your help. Wooyoung looked to be in his own world as he waited for your instruction, he started to fiddle with his fingers under the desk but then his mind trailed off into it’s own fantasy land, the fiddling stopped and he seemed to forget for a second where he was, fully relaxing he set his hands down at either side of him but jumped back to reality when he felt you jump. Your face heated up again, you glance down and see his hand placed on your thigh, following your eyes he looks to where you were looking and realises what he’s done. “Shit, sorry.” He says quickly pulling his hand away putting it back in his own lap. “I was in my own world, I didn’t realise.” There he went again rambling which actually helped the tension you could feel building. You shrugged it off acting like you weren’t bothered all the while you tried your hardest to stop your face matching the shade of a tomato. “I um...” You cleared your throat before speaking again. “I’m gonna go find a trigonometry textbook, well start that next.” You hurriedly got up from your seat and disappeared behind a bookcase.

Wooyoung didn’t feel right just sitting there waiting for you, not after what he did, so he went looking for you. It would have taken him longer to discover your whereabouts if it wasn’t for the small noise he could hear you making on the other side of the bookcase. Turning the corner his eyes were met with you straining on your tip toes trying to reach the textbook you needed but to no avail, your fingertips only lightly grazing the spine. You huff out in defeat as you look up at the book that was so close yet so far, you go to reach for it again but a hand on your waist stops you from moving, freezing you on the spot as you feel your skin prickle at the contact, it only gets worse when you feel something press against your back. You look up slightly to see Wooyoung’s arm reaching up for the book and bringing it down to you as he lightly chuckled in your ear. That sound, it was enough to make you melt, your breathing picked up a little but hopefully not enough to catch his attention. “Here you go.” Wooyoung chimes placing the book in your hands, it was like the close proximity was normal to him, the way he had his hand on your waist and the whole front half of his body pressed against your back, none of it bothered him. After giving you the book he made no attempt to move away from you, if anything it felt like he was trying to hold you closer than you already were. “T...Thanks.” You stutter trying to come back to reality. “So trig.” You say looking for an excuse to move but his hand tightening on you waist stopped you from going anywhere. “I think we both know I didn’t need tutoring.” Wooyoung whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine, but that wasn’t where your attention was as stupid, as it was you were more interested in what he said. “What?”

“Y/n I asked you to tutor me because I wanted to spend time with you...alone. This was the only way I could think to do it.” You turn to face him, the space between you staying the same which made you crane your neck slightly to look at him. “I thought you got the hang of it a bit quick.” You tried to make your tone come off as less shaky despite the fact you were ready to explode after the closeness and the confession. Wooyoung leaned down to look over your face, your cheeks a little pink but the shade surely growing darker the closer he got. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how flustered you’ve been this whole time.” He smirks as your eyes widen knowing you’d been caught. “I do so much as glance your way and your squirming in your seat and my hand on your thigh was the icing on the cake.” This was all part of his plan and as much as you wanted to be mad at yourself for not seeing it sooner you couldn’t, there was no way of you knowing, like you said to yourself earlier, he’s a jock and you’re a bookworm the odds of him giving you this type of attention was excruciatingly thin. 

The lack of response from you was spurring him on, he could see you were getting more flustered by the second so he decided to put you out of your misery. Closing the gap he captured your lips in a kiss, but contrary to what you’d imagined a kiss with Wooyoung would be like this was far from sweet, the kiss was flowing with what you could only guess was pent up feelings? Frustration? You didn’t go with it straight away, the way his lips were suddenly on yours made your brain short circuit but once you came around you returned his action with the same energy. You knew this way Wooyoung probably being your typical jock, only looking to get his dick wet, but honestly you couldn’t give a shit right now, that was something future you had to worry about, present you was going to enjoy herself. 

Wooyoung’s grip on your waist shifted to your hips as he backed you against the bookcase, hips lightly grinding against you making you whimper into the kiss. That was a green light to Wooyoung, his hand trailing its way up the inside of your thigh and under your skirt playing with the hem of your underwear. “Wooyoung.” You pull away from the kiss panting. The look in his eye made you want to drop the whole thing and let him carry on but you owed it to yourself to at least say what you needed to say. “We’re in public, someone could see us.” the danger of getting caught was turning him on even more, a smirk plastering his face as he looked at you. “Then I’ll be quick.” And with that his lips were back on yours, you made no attempt to stop him, his finger ghosting over your clothed slit making you give in even more. There was no doubt you were soaked through already and with the way Wooyoung smirked against your lips you could tell he’d noticed. 

Nudging the side of your feet with his foot you opened your legs a little wider for him, giving him enough access to move your underwear to the side. Your breath hitched when you felt his finger move along your slit, gathering your wetness almost like he was playing. “You’re soaked for me.” His words went straight to your core and made your stomach do flips. Wooyoung pulled away from the kiss slowly while at the same time applying pressure to your clit with his finger, he wanted to see how you reacted to his touch and he wasn’t disappointed, the moment he applied pleasure you bit your lip in an attempt to hold back any sound threatening to escape and your eyes fluttered shut as you took in every small movement he made. 

Keeping quiet soon became the most difficult thing you had to do once Wooyoung started drawing circles over your clit, with each shudder or whimper you made he’d pick up the pace, it was like he was trying to break you, break you to the point you cry out and let everyone in the library know what he was doing to you. You tangle your fingers in Wooyoung’s hair as he leans down placing wet kisses along your neck, nipping every now and again enjoying the way your body tenses with each small bite.

His fingers working quickly on your clit you could feel the knot start to build. Your legs started to lose their strength and you were thankful Wooyoung had you pinned to the bookcase which was stopping you from dropping to the floor. Dipping two fingers into you, you let out a sudden gasp which you tried to cover with your hand but it was too late. “Shh, you’ll have to keep quiet if you don’t want us to get caught.” The thrill of it all made the knot grow tighter and your walls flutter around his fingers, as much as you’d hate to admit it, knowing you might get caught excited you in ways you never could have imagined. “Dirty girl.” Wooyoung smirks against your neck. “The thought of getting caught is turning you on that much huh? Want everyone to know how much of a mess you've become only from my fingers " A moan leaves you, muffled by your hand as your knees start to give way underneath you, the knot in your stomach was so close to snapping it left you shaking in his hold.

Wooyoung curled his fingers with each thrust, making sure to hit the spot that made you see stars and from there you knew you were done. It only took a few more thrusts like that and you came undone, grabbing Wooyoung by his hair pulling him into a kiss so he could swallow the moans that were leaving you uncontrollably and by no means was Wooyoung fighting back, he savoured every moment he had left, the way your body trembled as he worked you through your high, the way your walls clenched around his finger, the way you desperately held his face to yours in an attempt to stay as quiet as possible, all of it was something he could get addicted to and he was pretty sure he was there already.

Pulling out from your heat, he took a second to admire the mess you'd left coating his hand before cleaning himself off with his tongue as you watched awestruck. "Taste so good." He hummed wrapping his lips around a finger sucking it clean. If your legs weren't so weak you'd have jumped on him there and then. The bell rang again, lunch was over, you fix yourself up, getting ready to grab your things when you felt Wooyoung’s hand wrap around your wrist. "I think I need more tutoring, do you think you could help me." Wooyoung winked shooting you a smirk you knew meant trouble. "And what type of tutoring would that be?" A cocky tone taking over you as you decided to play along with him liking where this might be leading. "Well it won't be math that's for sure."

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A Date to Remember

Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Maria Hill x Reader (briefly)

When Maria takes you to a party, she helps you realize your feelings for Natasha

Note: I was watching HIMYM and came up with this idea. I hope y’all enjoy it!

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You were shocked when Agent Hill asked you to go to a Shield holiday party with her. Expecting her to frame it as a plus one, your mouth must’ve hung wide open at her asking you to be her date. But you accepted like any person with sense would.

Maria comes back from the bar now and hands you a drink. Her hand lands on your back softly. The simple display of affection makes your heart soar, but when your phone rings the moment is broken.

“Hey Nat,” you answer it.

“Hey y/n. I’m sorry to call, but my plus one bailed for the party which also means that I have no way to get there and-“

“I’ll come get you,” you interrupt her rambling.

“Are you sure? I know you’re with Hill. I wouldn’t want to interrupt,” Nat says.

“I’ve got you, Natasha. Hang tight.”

You hang up the phone and turn to Maria.

“Nat got stood up and needs a ride,” you explain.

“Ah, and you’re going to get her,” she doesn’t phrase it as a question. “Go on. I’ll wait for you here.”

“Really? Thanks Maria. I promise I’ll dance with you when I get back, okay?” You smile at her.

“I’ll hold you to that, y/n,” Maria says.

Boldy, you kiss her cheek before you leave the party to get Natasha. You ride in the car Maria had gotten for you two and get to where Nat is staying quickly.

“Thank you so much for this,” Nat says as she climbs into the seat next to you.

“No problem. I am going to need the name of this person that stood you up, so I can yell at them profusely,” you say.

“Please don’t. It’s okay,” Nat says with a light chuckle.

“Alright. I’ll let it go for now,” you mumble. She nudges your shoulder playfully and you smile.

This time when you walk into the party you see Maria sitting at the bar. Nat follows you over to her.

“Hey, I’m sorry about that. I’m back now,” you say as you sit next to her.

“No worries,” she says. “You did miss Fury doing a dance battle though.”

“What? No way!” you say excitedly, and Maria starts laughing. “That was a lie, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” she admits. “It was cute how you fell for it though.”

You laugh and lean into her shoulder in embarrassment for believing her. Her arm goes around your waist to pull you closer.

“Hey Romanoff,” Maria greets Natasha as her gaze moves beyond you.

“Hill,” Nat acknowledges her back.

It’s a couple hours of conversing with the two women and having a good time. You stay close to Maria, but she notices that you also pay a lot of attention to Natasha. Towards the end of the night, a slow song comes on and you ask Maria to dance.

With your arms around her neck and hers around your waist, you start leaning in to kiss her. Maria stops you short by pressing her forehead against yours.

“Is everything okay?” you ask her. You thought you had read the moment correctly.

“How long have you been in love with Natasha?” she asks. Your head spins.

When you first joined Shield, you were surprised to meet so many amazing people. You quickly became friends with a lot of other agents and not long after you joined along came Natasha Romanoff.

Agent Barton was sent to kill her; you remember the assignment briefing and how Clint returned with her instead of with proof of her death. You, just as the other agents, could tell that Natasha was well worth saving and that she would make a great asset to the team.

What you didn’t expect was to hit it off with Natasha. You would teach her simple things about America and she would teach you Russian. After a few months of that, you asked her on a date.

It was a good date, one that even ended in a kiss, but you both decided that you’re better off as friends. She was new to the country, and you felt like you were too young to settle down anyways, and a part of you knew that the second you kissed Natasha that you would want to settle down with her.

So, you were friends and that felt okay. You were content and so was she. Or at least that’s what you told yourself.

“What? I’m not- we’re friends,” you explain. At this point, you’ve taken a respectful step back from each other.

“Y/n, I hate to break it to you but you’re in love with her,” Maria says. “And she’s in love with you too.”

“Do you think so?” you ask, your tone hopeful.

“I know so.”

“I’m sorry,” you tell Maria.

“Oh, that’s okay. I was pretty sure before tonight, but now I definitely see it’s true. Go get your girl, y/n,” Maria says.

You hug her and thank her for being so great before you walk towards Natasha.

“Can we go talk somewhere?” you ask the redhead.

“Sure,” she says as she follows you.

You two go outside to the balcony and you try to shake the nerves from your body.

“Natasha, I need to confess something,” you begin. “I know we decided to just be friends, but I really like you and I haven’t been able to think about anyone but you for months.”

“I’m in love with you,” Natasha suddenly says. Her voice is almost shy as she says it.

“You are?” you ask. She nods and you move closer to her.

 Your arms go around her neck as you kiss her. It feels just like the first time. Her lips against yours are filled with the promise of love for each other. When the kiss is over, Natasha hugs you and buries her face in your neck. It somehow feels more intimate than the kiss.

And you’ve never been more thankful that you joined Shield.

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[kingthunder]

Oh prompts! Can I request “I need you, you idiot” or “I think about kissing you all the time” for yennskier please? 💛

Jaskier hadn’t been expecting to run across Yennefer of Vengerberg in a tavern in the ass end of nowhere. He did a double take when he saw her, for a split second even thinking he might be seeing things, but even if he couldn’t pick her out of a lineup blindfolded based on her terrifying aura alone, she dispelled all doubt by meeting his eyes across the room and making a beeline for him.

“You,” she said at the same time that he said, “I didn’t do it.”

“You did,” Yennefer said. “You wrote a song about me and people are singing it from here to Nilfgaard.”

“Oh, that,” Jaskier said. “Yeah, okay, I did that.”

“You ass,” Yennefer said and ordered a drink.

Jaskier cautiously ordered one as well, and Yennefer didn’t growl at him to leave, so he stayed. They drank in silence for what felt like a century, the air between them growing thick and charged, until Jaskier muttered “fuck it” and drained the rest of his drink in one go. He leaned in and said, “I haven’t heard from him either.”

Yennefer’s shoulders collapsed like a wet towel.

“Fuck,” she said. “Was I that obvious?”

“Yep,” Jaskier said, popping the p. “Another drink?”

“You can buy it.”

“I wouldn’t dream otherwise.”

Two hours later, his words slightly slurred, Jaskier said, “the worst part is that I don’t even know if any of it ever meant anything to him.”

This was some time after he’d admitted that he and Geralt had been fucking for years, and hadn’t that been a wild thing to say out loud with his mouth—to Yennefer of all people, his sworn enemy and only rival for Geralt’s admittedly intermittent affections.

“It had to,” Yennefer said. “He stayed with you for twenty years and there wasn’t even a spell making him do it.”

Jaskier remembered Geralt’s mouth on him in the dark, the way Geralt’s hands sometimes trembled in his hair when Jaskier made him come, and he wanted to believe her. He wanted that more than anything.

The line of Yennefer’s mouth was unhappy, and Jaskier had the absurd thought that he wanted to kiss it better. The thought percolated through his alcohol-soaked brain that the djinn spell fucked her up as much as Geralt’s decades of refusal to commit had fucked him up. His eyes wandered to her throat, where her dress had pulled low enough to reveal her collarbone, and he wanted to kiss that too.

“No, that was just my own stutip—” Jaskier stumbled on the word and then righted himself to say with perfect diction, “stupidity. My dedication to the art of being an idiot is both unparalleled and regrettable.”

“Did he ever—” Yennefer started. She looked at him and caught him looking at her, and he didn’t even try to pretend he wasn’t doing it. “What kinds of things did he say to you, when you…?”

Jaskier felt a spark of indignation that she thought she was allowed to ask him things like that and expected him to actually answer. And then he realized—she was grasping just like he was, for proof that it ever meant anything. The empty spot in his heart went out to her.

“He never said much at all,” Jaskier said truthfully. “But the way he got all cuddly afterwards said a lot. Or at least I thought it did.”

An arm around his chest, heavy and solid. A muscled leg thrown over his hip. Geralt’s face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, both their sweat cooling. 

“Yeah,” Yennefer said, and she was still looking at him. Their hands were nearly touching on the table. Jaskier inched his pinky towards her. She let him brush up against her and they both shuddered.

“I keep thinking about kissing you,” Jaskier whispered, and immediately turned his face away, cheeks burning. He pulled his hand back. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave, didn’t want to stay at this inn anyway, they have bedbugs I think, and this ale is way too strong? I—”

He was rambling but he couldn’t make himself stop.

“No,” Yennefer said. She grabbed his doublet to pull him back around. “No, you don’t get to say that and then pretend you didn’t.”

“I didn’t say anything at all,” Jaskier said, just to be an ass, and he expected her to fry him to a crisp or maybe knock his head into the tabletop or at least give him a good verbal whipping, but instead she grabbed his doublet more securely and yanked him closer.

It pulled him off balance and he fell half into her and then she was kissing him.

He made some kind of undignified noise and he couldn’t figure out where to put his hands and oh Melitele that was her tongue.

“Ah,” he said when she let him go. Frazzled, he righted himself, scooting back into his chair and running his hands through his hair. “Ah. That was. Ah.”

“Did it live up to your expectations?” Yennefer said. Her back was stiff and her cheeks were red and this time she wouldn’t look at him. It was the closest thing to nervous he had ever seen her. She hiccuped, the only indication she’d given so far that the ale was affecting her at all.

“Yen,” Jaskier said softly.

When she finally met his eyes he deliberately got up and knelt on the floor at her feet. She parted her knees enough to let him in. Gods, he had spent so much time hating this woman that it had distracted him from how much she needed the opposite.

“Yen,” he said again, and tilted his face up, and she leaned down to kiss him, lingering and soft, her hand on his cheek.

When they broke apart, Yennefer was smiling. He had never seen that smile before, all the way to her eyes, years of stress melting off her face. Shit, Jaskier thought. When did I fall in love? I missed that part.

“Idiot,” Yennefer said.

“Yes. But let me be your idiot, for now?”

“For now,” Yennefer agreed.

[faela404]

☆ The Library ☆

kazuha x gn! reader

prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…

*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*

warning! just a lot of writing

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☆ you’re late. ☆

10:57pm

this is it! today marks the first day of kazuha and i working together to finish our own projects, and im already running late.

i’m not so sure how much help i can be to his assignment, i barely remember anything from high school english. i’ll try my best though!

god, i hope he’s good at cleaning or i’m never going to get this finished.

however, all of that will be down the drain if i don’t hurry up and get there.

this really is on brand for me at this point, being late got me stuck cleaning the library in the first place and being late’s going to be the thing that stops me from getting any help cleaning it.

11:17pm

great, 20 minutes late. i really hope he isn’t angry with me.

he’s seems like a pretty chill guy, but even chill guys can loose their cool.

carefully, i step into the cold library, only to be met by complete silence.

oh god what if he’s left already? my brain swirls with a hundred notions and questions to explain this deafening silence, until i’m ripped from my own thoughts by his beautiful voice.

“you’re late” he called to me from his seat. he was tucked away in a tiny nook in between the book cases. no wonder i didn’t see him at first.

“i’m so sorry, i had a nap and woke up later than i was meant too, i had to rush to get ready-“ i began rambling on until i was cut off again, by a small laugh.

he was laughing at me, he wasn’t mad.

“it’s quite alright, let’s get started shall we? i figured i’d start cleaning while you familiarise yourself with the topic and materials for my assignment. sound like a plan?” he gestured towards the seat he was previously occupying as he began walking towards my cleaning equipment.

“haha, yeah that sounds like a plan” i sat down and began reading over everything: his assignment brief, the blurbs of all the books he had read for it, the parts of the assignment he had done.

from what i can gather, his assignment is on shakespeare and why his writing style fit so well for his time. he had to write atleast 10 pages on said topic along while including annotated texts from each book used. kazuha decided he would use romeo and juliet and macbeth as his main focuses. they’re quite basic choices but that makes it easier for me i suppose.

after familiarising myself with the topic of his assignment enough that i could be of some help, i turned to beckon kazuha over, only to find he had already cleaned half of a whole section of the library.

holy shit, this is gonna go by so fast.

12:46am

we’d been working on his assignment for over and hour now with us finally finishing his 6th page. it didn’t take too long to pack up our things and make our way towards the entrance of the library.

slipping out into the cold winter air, we began walking together towards my dorm.

“you really don’t have to walk me back, kazuha”

“i know, but it’s the least i can do after you helped me today” he sent a small smile my way.

“besides, it’s in a similar direction to my car so it won’t take me much longer to get to my apartment”

oh so he’s rich rich, got it.

“oh right, i forgot you don’t live on campus”

this felt nice, he’s a really kind person so i’m glad we get to talk like this.

after a few more minutes of mindless chatting, we arrived infront of my dorms.

“thank you for walking me back kazuha, i really appreciate it” i smiled at him as i began to turn towards the entrance of my dorms.

until i feel his hand wrap around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.

“wait, y/n” he mumbles.

is something wrong? did i do something? i look towards him, confused.

“would it be okay if i got your number?” he met my eyes. god his eyes look so beautiful in this light, i can see the hints of a brighter red swirling through them like the autumn leaves floating to the ground.

“of course you can kazuha, that way i can let you know when im gonna be late, haha” i pull out my phone in order to exchange numbers with the man infront of me.

“haha yeah of course” he shoots me a smile as he types his number in my phone.

we swapped our phones back before bidding eachother goodnight. i watch as he walks away towards the carpark before finally retreating into my dorms.

1:16am

i feel my phone buzz in my pocket.

a/n - when theres only one piece of social media stuff in an smau-

no but really, i hope ya’ll enjoyed this chapter! they’re progressinggggggg so proud of them-

i also wrote most of this with my cat just laying on my shoulder and neck-

thank you all for the continued support on this series and please remember to take care of yourself <3

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[podcastliveblogging]

Okay so I’m a bit late to the fandom (lol) but I HAVE to share my thoughts on The Magnus Archives so far. I’m on episode 100 (season 3), and first of all ALL of the plot twists have rocked me as they happened.

At first everything felt a bit episodic (which makes sense given the nature of the podcast) but as things progressed you could just TELL it was building up to something big.

I LOVED the parts where recordings were being made of action in the Magnus institute in real time. I was expecting something like that based on my experiences listening to a bit of “Welcome to Night Vale” but I was not prepared for all the cool things!!! But that’s not why I’m rambling here.

While listening to the podcast originally I had some critiques about the style. I’ll just say that I LOVE the aesthetic it’s going for with the VHS tapes and the background music (that I know is not canon but used for the effect). However, I was just a bit disappointed because it was clear each statement, written or recorded by the witness directly, had a very distinctive style.

I had thought it was because I’m American that I noticed all the ways people paused in their statements or stuttered in a specific way, but as time went on I was sure it was just Jonathan Simms’ (sorry for my spellings of names by the way, I’ve only heard them spoken so far) style that had all the statements feeling so similar.

They had almost formulaic structure in the way they laid their stories down in a perfect narrative, starting with maybe an anecdote about their childhood or their job and giving great context for how they ended up in supernatural situations. The vocabulary used was way more advanced than was plausible in every statement, even in those who did not have much of a formal education or in direct spoken statements (which in-universe should have been made up on the fly). Especially in the spoken witness statements I was disappointed because people don’t just tell firsthand stories like that.

Im very much a stickler for the details, and things like “how could this story have been written and submitted to the Magnus institute” and “is this really what a person in this position would think/do” and just logistics in general are always in my mind.

Yet despite the writing style poking through, I felt like any other semantics I could have brought up were answered very well by the detail given in the statements, so I was satisfied enough to suspend my disbelief. It wasn’t too hard anyway since the stories were so well-written and captivating. I know it’s really hard to tell a good story while making sense in a meta way, so I just accepted it. The story was very ambitious anyway and I was otherwise loving it!!!!

Something remarkable about episode 100 is that Martin takes his first statement direct from witness. I had to stop listening a few minutes in because something clicked. The statement was super stilted, comepletely different from any of Jon’s taken statements. Martin, instead of getting a story from the witness, had to press for details and got maybe a sentence from each question. There was no story, no context or background, just questions and awkwardness.

In all of Jon’s statements there was never any pause in the story (unless it was interuppted by another person) even though it was a real person reliving the events. It was seriously a narrative. And around this point in the podcast we’re finally revealing the extent of Jon’s powers under the Eye.

Obviously we’ve gotten hints before: a constant feeling of being watched when in the Institute, Jon saying he can feel what the narrator in each statement feels (I also distinctly remember a comment in late season 1 about Jon feeling like he gets sucked into the story until he finishes it, like he loses control of himself. Which in hindsight is definitely an early version of what Jon now experiences), Daisy giving a statement despite being very much against spilling any police secrets or her past.

And now we’re getting strong manifestations that are clearly supernatural: Jon being unable to NOT demand answers of beings that are very much dangerous, the audio recording getting distorted when Jon compels people to give information.

And that last bit specifically, you can just feel that supposed style seeping through into their words, and it’s like the words aren’t completely their own. The context is there and it’s very descriptive.

And that brings me back to Martin. Clearly Jon is privy to these powers as the Archivist. Martin has no power to make people’s statements more useful and it ends up being a mess.

This is a very subtle aspect of Jon’s powers but as soon as I noticed it I was up and jumping around because it was an epiphany. The evidence has slowly been building up to this and it’s likely that this theory was discovered many episodes before 100 as they were coming out, but I just feel like a genius for noticing this, especially since I have always been very keen on details like that. It’s just so satisfying to realize that this aspect of the storytelling wasn’t just a writing quirk but an actual PART of the plot!!!!!

[blushyeleven]

(I tried to get this gif as milie being millie, but looking like enola holmes!)

Characters: ler!Millie lee!y/n

Warnings: tickled

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 (𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡)

you and millie sat cross legged on her bed, reading over the enola holmes 2 script. Yours and Millie’s shared favourite pass time and it meant you got to spend time with her. Which is an opportunity you could never pass up.

You were reading over the part we’re enola couldn’t figure out her latest case. Finding Sarah chapman. So she visited your apartment to complain about her day. You then jokingly insulted her detective skills to try and distract her. That’s when you saw it.

Enola reaches in to tickle *y/ns character*

Millie looks up form her script, smiling at you “I hope your not too ticklish” she teases seeing your face turn bright red. “Me? Ticklish? Ofcourse not! That’s so childish!” You said quickly, a little too quickly. Millie just giggled at you “yea, yea okay then” she rolled her eyes. You sheepishly smiled trying to mask your fear

It got to the day of shooting and you sat on a chair. Twiddling your thumbs, your nerves increasing. You knew there was no way out of this. It’s not that you were scared to be tickled, you were more scared of the fact that millie was finding out, infront of the whole crew. It couldn’t be that hard to hold in your laughter. You told you’re self, the thought looping in your mind. It was replaying in your head so much you didn’t even realise that millie was calling your name

“Y/n!.. helloooo?” She walked over to you slightly confused and that’s when you snapped out of your trance “oh yeah? Sorry!” You tried to play it off and millie just smiled at you “were up!” She said and you arose from your chair, timidly following her to the set.

Once you fixed yourself and took your places you heard “action!” And that’s when you heard a knock on your apartment door.

“Coming!” You shouted out trying to steady your already nervous voice, you opened the door and enola was standing there. “Enola?” You raised one eyebrow. “May I come in?“ Enola politely asked you “oh, ofcourse!” You reassured gesturing enola through. “Any particular reason why your here?” You said puzzled. “Yes actually, I just need a distraction from my case. It seems to be vexing me” she huffed, sitting herself down on your sofa. “Well did you want to talk about it?” You questioned sitting on the oppose sofa, meeting her gaze.

“It’s just so annoying! I really don’t know what I’m missing! And Sherlock keeps rambling to me about how I’m not solving this case properly” Yes, this is my first case but I still think that I am a good enough detective to solve this case without sherlocks help!” She rambled. You looked at millie, amazed by her acting skills.

“Well it seems like your infamous detectives skills are failing you” you smirked at millie. She gasped “take that back!” She playfully fired back at you. It were scenes like this that made you realise how deeply Inlove with millie you really were. “Why should I?” You snarkily replied seeing Millie’s jaw dropped and her eyes slightly raised “Because otherwise I’ll just do this!” You smiled trying to calm yourself but you knew either way, this was not going to turn out well.

On “this” millie pounced on you and started scribbling at your sides. That’s when you let out a loud, high-pitched squeak, followed by a flourish of bubbly giggles, pouring out of your mouth. That wasn’t acting, it was an 100% pure reaction. Millie stopped as her jaw dropped again, but you could tell behind her shocked face she was smiling so hard. And that’s when you heard “cut!!”

“Oh my god! I wasn’t expecting you to be that ticklish!, that’s adorable” she said. That’s when you felt a little heat rise to your face, turning your cheeks rather pink. “I- shut up, you startled me. Let’s try that again” you said adverting Millie’s eyes, clearly embarrassed. Millie just giggled “awh ofcourse!” She said, getting off you and sitting back opposite you.

Once your vibrant blush faded, you mentally prepared yourself.

“And action!”

“Maybe your infamous detective skills are failing you” you repeated gulping after you finished the line. “Take that back!” Enola gasped “why should I?” You said through a slightly shaky voice. “Because otherwise I’ll just do this!” Enola exclaimed. you bit your lip as millie jumped on you once again, scribbling at your sides. “ehehehnohoholaaa!” You managed to giggle, not overflowing with laughter to much. Well.. that was untill a certain someone’s fingertips reached your stomach. “What! You basically asked for this!” She added before your eyes widened. A genuine reaction before desperately trying to swallow your screams of laughter you had bubbling in your throat. “NahahhaHAAHA NOHOHT THEHERE!” At first your giggles were controlled, but then they all spewed out. You looked up to see millie biting her own lip, trying not to smile at your reaction

“Ahaw I behet you regret mohocking me now!” Millie delivered her line filled with snickers, she couldn’t keep a straight face at your overdramatic reactions. “YEHES, IHIM SOHORRY!” You shrieked when she started scratching at your ribs. “I know you are!” Enola teased, watching your character squirm beneath her.

“But.. this is just to fun to stop!” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. That wasn’t one of Millie’s lines. However, your thought process was interrupted when you felt a fingertip, swirling into your bellybutton. You squealed before falling into helpless, thundering laughter

“NOHOHOOHOHO MIHIHIIHLIEEE! CUHUHUHUTTT! CUHHUHUHUHUTTT! GAHAHHAHAH!” You screamed, expecting millie to stop right there. But to your suprise she didn’t, the crew just stood there watching. “BAHAHAHAHHA IHIHIHIM SEHEHEHHERIOUSSS GEHEHHEHETT OHOHOHOFF!!” Your laughter echoed through the set. That’s when millie stopped, she pulled her hands away and couldn’t help but smirk at you.

“I said cut!” You said glaring and millie and at the crew “that wasn’t even apart of the scene!” You questioned.

“Actually, we stopped recording for that scene a while ago. This was just an extra thing millie wanted to add. Atleast we have an amazing addition to the blooper real!” One director joked

You death stared millie “something extra you wanted to add?” You scrunched your eyebrows and then gasped “you planned this!“ you complained. That’s when millie burst out into laughter, nodding at your statement.

You couldn’t help but smile. Although you thought that was extremely embarrassing, you couldn’t deny that you had fun

[maddieg0531]

Dog Whisperer

Oikawa x fem!reader

FLUUUUUUFF

Synopsis: In a failed attempt to walk your dog, you run into Oikawa who may just be able to fix your problem.

Warnings: Literally an overdose of fluff

A/N: Okay, so I originally got this idea when walking my lump of a dog Stella who is literally the worst dog to walk ever! Buuuuut then towards the end it really was just me indulging myself. Tbh I kept going past the ending, but I figured no one wanted to read that, so I stopped it for y'all. Anyway, enjoy! 😉

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“Urrgh! Why won’t you move you stupid lump!?” You slowly walk backwards up the hill, while practically dragging your dog along. “You get so excited to go outside and then won’t move. I hate you!” Your dog stares at you as if she wasn’t the one who begged you to go on a walk. “Don’t look at me like that. You wanted to go on a walk. Now walk!” You grunt as you pull on her leash. She sits her fat butt down and refuses to move. You collapse on the ground ready to give up when you hear a snicker. You look over and see the most popular guy from your school, Oikawa Tooru (whom you didn’t realize lived a street over from you). 

“Need some help?” He says with a small laugh. 

You jump up, embarrassed, “Oh, uh, no. I mean…it’s just…my dog. She is a pain to take on a walk.” You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly. 

“I can see.” He walks up to your dog and pets her, as if she hasn’t caused you problems. “Hey sweet puppy.” Your dog perks up and wags her tail at his affection. “What’s her name?” 

“My name? You know she can’t respond right?” You look at him utterly confused. You thought he was smarter than this.

“I was asking you for the dogs name actually.” He says. 

It is in this moment that you want to be removed from the earth. “Right. Of course. Obviously. Why would you ask the dog for my name? Duh. I’m so dumb.” Your face is red as a tomato. You throw your hands up to hide yourself from the embarrassment. “Her name is Stella.” You say, muffled. 

Oikawa laughs, only furthering your embarrassment. He probably thinks you are an idiot. He is laughing at you, as he should, because you are so dumb. Even though he is laughing at you, his laugh is so light. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, which only increases the redness of your face. 

“I’m so sorry. I am so dumb. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ll just leave you alone now.” You turn away, completely and utterly embarrassed. You try to walk away, but your stupid loaf of a dog doesn’t budge. You pull on her leash but she won’t leave Oikawa’s side. You crumble to your knees, letting your embarrassment take over. “I’m sorry. I must look like a complete idiot right now.” 

“I think it’s cute.” 

You turn to look at him. He’s kneeling next to Stella, looking at you with a soft smile. “Don’t patronize me.” You sigh. 

“I’m serious.” By the look in his eyes, you can tell he isn’t lying. Your heart starts beating faster the longer you look at him. “Here, why don’t I help you walk her, since she seems to like me.” He gets up and gives you his hand. You put your hand in his and he pulls you quicker than you expected. You are pulled flush against his chest. You look up at him, hoping he can’t feel how fast your heart is beating right now. “Unless you don’t want me to come.” He smirks. 

“Uh, no. I-I mean. Yes. That is, uh,” He lets out a small laugh at your rambling. “Yeah, sure” Your voice is higher pitched than you meant it to be. 

“Great.” He pulls away from you and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. “Here, I can take her leash.” He grabs the leash from you and starts walking, Stella trotting along happily. 

You walk up beside him, “You don’t have to come, if you don’t want. Really, I can walk her.” 

“No, it’s fine. I love walking.” He smiles at you. His smile is like a warm ray of sun shining down on you. “Plus it looked like you needed some help.” 

You look away, embarrassed…again, “Well, uh, she just doesn’t like walking that much.” 

He looks down at Stella, who is happily walking beside him. You make a sour face at your dog putting up such a nice act around him. “She seems fine to me. Maybe she just doesn’t want you walking alone.” 

“Haha, maybe.” You say with an unnecessary voice crack.

You and Oikawa walk up the block and back. You don’t say much to each other, but it isn’t awkward. There is a comfortable silence settled between you two. As you approach his house, where you originally ran into each other, you feel a twinge of sadness. You like walking with him. Why does it have to be over so soon? 

You stop in front of his house, “I can walk her back the rest of the way. Thanks for the help. Sorry again for making a fool of myself.” You quickly turn and walk away. Stella, however, does not move. Her weight counteracts yours and pulls you back and you fall…right into Oikawa’s arms. You look up at him mortified for the millionth time today. 

“You sure you don’t need help?” He laughs and you feel it vibrate through his chest. It makes you feel safe and comforted. “Why don't I walk with you the rest of the way, yeah?” His brown eyes stare down at you, the sunlight hitting them just perfectly. Looking at him feels like swimming in a warm cup of hot chocolate. His fluffy brown hair falls perfectly in his face. You could get lost in this man's gaze for forever. “Uh, are we gonna walk back or are you just going to stay here for a while?” 

Your eyes widen, realizing he is still holding you in his arms. You jump up and clear your throat. “Right, yeah.” You start speed walking away.

“Wait for me, Y/N.” Oikawa walks up (which would normally be your jogging pace) next to you.

You look at him confused, “You know who I am?” 

“Of course I know who you are? Who wouldn’t know the prettiest girl in school.” 

You blush, “You must be thinking of the wrong person.” 

“Y/N Y/L/N. Sits in front of me in history. Comes to watch our practices every now and then. Sits alone at lunch. That is you, isn’t it?”

Your cheeks heat up, knowing that he knows so much about you. “I didn’t know anyone noticed me.” 

“Well, yeah. You’re hard to miss. Whenever you walk down the halls, I can smell your perfume. At lunch, you put in your ear pods and keep to yourself. Whenever someone talks to you , you have a kind smile and sweet tone. At our volleyball games, you cheer the loudest out of everyone or maybe I just pay more attention to your voice.” He says with all the suaveness in the world.

Your cheeks heat up with every word he says, “School spirit I guess.”

“Yeah, I guess.” You don’t dare look at him but you can hear the smile in his voice. 

“Why did you notice me. I mean out of everyone, I’m not that special.” 

“Of course you are.” He stops walking to face you. His eyes bare into yours. “I noticed you the moment we started school. Our first day, I had no idea where I was going. You helped me to find my class. I remember you were so nice to me. You had such a kind voice and soft smile. Later that year, we had to pair up with someone for class. People started pairing up left and right. I had a few people ask to pair up with me, but I noticed you sitting alone in the front of the class. I asked to be your partner and you flashed me that soft smile again. Whenever I talked to you, it felt genuine. You were one of the only people I could talk to and not feel like you were only interested in my looks or volleyball stuff. You just saw me for me. Ever since then, I noticed every little thing. Like how you mouth the words while reading a book. Or the way you draw on yourself when you get bored. Or how intently you watch our team at practice.”

You stare at him speechless. You didn’t realize how closely he payed attention. You never thought the way you talked to people was anything special. You just talk to him like you would anyone. Who knew that would make such an impact. 

“Why do you come to watch the team practice?” 

“Oh, uh. I don’t know.” You’ve never thought about it before. One day you were feeling super stressed from school, so you decided to leave the library and talk a walk. You passed the gym while they were practicing and got distracted. You sat through their entire practice and completely forgot about your stress. “I guess I like watching you play whenever I’m stressed, because it is sort of a stress reliever for me.”

“Oh, so you watch me specifically?” He says with a smirk. 

“Uh, I meant ‘you’ in a plural sense. Like the whole team. I mean I would be lying if I said you didn’t stand out but I mean who wouldn’t notice you. You are like really good and interesting to watch play, so I guess yeah, my attention is usually drawn to you, but I, uh, I’m rambling a lot aren’t I?” You look at him sheepishly. 

He laughs and leans his head on your shoulder with a sigh, “You always know how to make me laugh.” 

“Oh, uh. I-It’s not r-really intentional.” Your entire face heats up from the close contact. You don’t know what to do. 

He looks back up at you, his face 3 inches away from yours, “You are something else, you know that?” 

“Uh, I-uh.” Your voice is quieter than a mouse. You watch his eyes as they flick between your eyes and your lips. You start to lean in when Stella barks, scaring both of you. You jump apart and look away awkwardly. “Uh, anyway. My house is just around the corner, so uh, we should probably go before it gets too late.” 

“Yeah, I’ll walk you back.” 

You don’t speak the rest of the way, falling back into a comfortable silence. You stop when you reach your house, “Uh, this is me, so, I should go in.” You keep your eyes trained on the ground, unsure of what to do. 

Oikawa tilts your chin up to look at him, “You’re just gonna leave without a thank you?”

Your eyes widen. You snap up to look at him, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude, I just, well I’m not good with words and I didn’t mean to—“

Oikawa cuts you off by slamming his lips against yours. You stiffen up, shocked. He pulls away, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that without warning. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’ll just go now.” 

He turns to leave but you pull him back and press your lips against his. Oikawa holds his arms around your waist, pulling you tighter into him. Your hands rest against his chest, griping his t-shirt. You have no idea what has gotten into you. You aren’t the type to spontaneously kiss the most popular, hottest guy at school. But you don’t dare stop yourself. This feels good. It feels right. With every second that passes by, you feel yourself filling with his warmth. The feel of his hands on your waist. The feel of his lips on yours. It’s like the final piece being put in a puzzle. Unfortunately, you have to break apart for air. You shove your face into his chest, trying to hide how bright red your cheeks are. He leans his head on top of yours. “Never pegged you as the type to be this bold.”

“And I never thought you would notice me, so I guess we’re full of surprises today.” You look up at him with a smirk. 

Oikawa leans down to press another kiss on your lips, “So you wanted me to notice you, huh?” He says with a smooth and sultry voice, his face so close to yours that your noses are touching.

You feel the heat creeping its way back up your neck, “Well, I mean I’d be lying if I said I never thought about it before. I mean, you are an attractive guy, who wouldn’t want you to notice them?”

He presses another kiss, spinning you around and dipping you down, “So you think I’m attractive?” 

You're flustered. Why does he have to be so flirty? “Well, I-I just said that didn’t I?”

“Hmmm, yeah, but I want to hear you say it again.” He smirks at you, knowing just what to say to make you blush. 

“Well, uh, Oikawa, I��“

“Call me Tooru. I think after kissing you four times now, we would be past formalities.”

You didn’t think your cheeks could flush any more but they do, “Uh, T-Tooru, I uh, well, you have nice eyes, I guess.”

He pulls you back up, still holding you flush against him, “Do I now? Nothing could compare to the beautiful shine in your eyes.”

“S-Shut up.” You lightly hit him on the chest, doing everything to avoid eye contact.

“What else is nice about me?” He asks, slowly walking towards your door with you still in his arms. 

“Um, well, your hair is pretty.” You stammer.

“Hmm, not as pretty as yours. What else?” 

You spin around to unlock your front door, but he still holds you from behind, head leaning on your shoulder. “Your voice is smooth, like butter.” You say, less flustered.

“If my voice is smooth as butter, yours is sweet like honey. Softer than pure silk. What else do you like about me?” He spins you to face him and picks you up, carrying you inside.

“You are really nice.” You smile wrapping your arms around him. 

“I am nothing compared to your pure kindness.” He says, kissing you again. “What else?”

As he carries you inside, you keep going down the list, with each of your compliments being out done by him; a kiss accompanying each one. You get lost in each others presence, while poor Stella trudges inside, forgotten. 

[alfhitchblonde]

WIP

Robin sighed. “Promise?”

Steve held up his pinky. “Pink swear, Buckley.”

They wound their pinkies together tightly, staring into the other’s eyes.

“I love you.” Robin said softly. “So fucking much.”

“I love you too.” Steve felt his own tears welling up. Fuck when did he get so soft?

“Now,” Robin cleared her throat. “Put on a fucking shirt. I hate seeing your gross ass chest hair.”

“Hey,” Steve swatted at her. “The ladies love it.”

“It’s like you have a shitty shag rug glued to your chest.”

“You’re a mean bird, Buckley.” Steve tightened the towel around his waist, opening the door wide.

“Oh god,” Chrissy squeaked, turning her head to the side and putting a hand up. “Oh god, I didn’t realize you were busy. Don’t mind me.”

“Oh shit!” Steve shut the door to hide, leaving it open just wide enough for his head. “Sorry Cunningham, didn’t expect anyone upstairs.”

“No my bad,” Chrissy was rapidly turning red. “Clearly you and Robin are busy. I’ll come back later.”

“Ahhh no no no,” Robin shoved her way out of the door as she waved her hands. “It isn’t what it looks like. Steve and I are platonic. Like capital ‘P’ platonic. I would never ever date him.”

“You don’t need to make it sound so awful,” Steve pouted as Robin whipped around.

“Shut up Dingus.” She hissed before turning back to Chrissy.

“See I was just helping Steve out with some medical stuff.”

“So he couldn’t be wearing pants?” Chrissy peeked out at the girl, confused.

“Well, okay so like we were chatting while he was showering. Which isn’t that weird, everything was fully covered. And like girls and guys can be best friends without being sexual. Oh god, can you imagine us being sexual Steve? Capital ‘I’ in ick. Like it would be so awful and to see your penis in a sexual way is just. But actually, it’s really any p–”

Oh my god. Steve swung open the door and slammed a hand on Robin’s mouth, pulling the girl close to cover himself.

“Birdie, I think that’s enough,” Steve gave Chrissy a tight smile. “Sorry Chris, did you need something?”

“I, uh,” Chrissy refused to make eye contact. “The kids were wondering if you had extra sodas and they just started so I ran up the stairs cause Nancy was on your house phone and I didn’t want to bug her.”

“There are a bunch in the garage. Sorry, I would have brought them in but, you know, lost track of time,” Steve gave her his most charming smile. “I’ll be down in a minute to get you guys situated snack-wise.”

“Oh you don’t have to–”

“No trouble!” Steve’s voice took on a new octave as he tried to hurry the situation. “No trouble at all! Thanks, Cunningham.”

“Yep!” Chrissy was equally pitchy as she all but ran down the stairs.

Steve yanked Robin into his bedroom, slamming the door. “Fucking hell Rob.”

Oh fuck!” Robin pushed off Steve, pacing. “Did I just out myself? Shit. Shit shit shit.”

“I think we’re okay,” Steve said, going to the closet. “I think I caught you in time. But hell. We really got to work on your rambling.”

“What can I say?” Robin squawked, flapping her arms. “She’s a pretty girl. Granted, a straight pretty girl, but like. I don’t know! I had to make sure she knew I wasn’t into penis.”

“Specifically my penis,” Steve grumbled, yanking on his yellow sweatshirt.

“Oh does it hurt that the fucking lesbian doesn’t find your penis attractive?” Robin mocked, collapsing onto his bed. “It hurt your feelings?”

“Stop saying the word penis. Jesus.” Steve said yanking on a pair of blue plaid briefs. “It sounds wrong coming out of your mouth.”

“Probably 'cause I’m a big ol’ lesbian,” Robin deadpanned. “But what did you want me to say? That I liked your penis? Gross.”

“I’ll have you know a lot of people think my dick is amazing,” Steve jabbed, yanking on a pair of jeans on the floor. “A lot of people.”

“I’m not one of those people,” Robin snapped. “Your dick is like, I don’t know, average.”

“Average?” Steve growled. “I’m above average thank you very much.”

“Alright fine,” Robin sat up, throwing her hands in the air. “You have an above-average dick. I’m sorry. You happy now?”

“I am actually,” Steve sat on the bed, yanking on a pair of socks. “Thrilled.”

“Glad I could help,” Robin rolled her eyes.

Well fuck you, Buckley, Steve thought as he stood up.

More bits of this HERE

[pandemi-writes]

Ranibow Sprimkles

Centaurworld x DP crossover 

~1200 words, Rated PG-13 for use of single F-bomb

***ENJOY***  

Horse was looking forward to a nice, quiet day in Centaurworld. Even after the war, surprisingly few days had been quiet; her herd either attracted trouble, or just plain seeked it out on their own when the mood struck them. So yes, when Horse saw everyone settle into their Lazy Day routines, she could honestly say that she was feeling just a little bit smug, one might even say giddy, as she laid down next to Rider to get in a good after-breakfast nap while she could.

A bright flash of light startled everyone out of their laze—

Oh come on!

A swirling green portal appeared in the air next to their little camp. It looked so much like the rift between the Human world and Centaurworld, except this one was much smaller and wasn’t attached to any structure, with no key to hold it either! It looked like it was just big enough for Rider to step through, maybe Horse if she squeezed, so that eased her worries some bit—no armies would be coming through any time soon—but they all stood up and got in ready positions just in case.

Just a moment later, a human boy stepped through—or what Horse assumed was a human boy? He looked so different compared to the other human boys she had seen during her life in the Human world. First: his hair was white, whiter than anything she’s ever seen on a human. Second: his eyes, hands, and feet were huge compared to the rest of his skinny frame. He looked so out of place that Horse wondered if he wasn’t from either of the two worlds. Are there even other worlds?

As they stared at him, the boy stared right back, eyes wide, up until he opened his mouth.

“Holy shit—”

Whatever the boy said after that was lost as Glendale started yelling and running around in a panic, arms flailing.

“WOOOOOOAAAA!! HE SAID A BAD WORD, WAMMAWINK! THE HUMAN BOY THING JUST SAID A BAD WORD!!”

Durpleton joined in on the yelling and running, also he was crying. Great. And, of course not one to be left out of a trend, Zulius started crying as well, quickly followed by—when did Gebbrey get here??

Wammawink immediately jumped in to calm them all down with soft lullabies and reassurances.

Meanwhile the boy just looked bewildered. He caught Rider’s eye with a pleading expression. She huffed amusedly, and walked over to stand next to him.

“Um… are they okay? I’m really sorry about that, it just kind of slipped out. You know, when he said ‘Go to Centaurworld’ I wasn’t expecting like half-animal-half-man-things, and I’m rambling…” the boy trailed off. Rider chuckled.

“Yeah, they’re fine,” she assured him. “They’re actually always like this, but you get used to it.”

“Great, ‘cuz I actually came here for something specific,” he stuck a hand behind his back and pulled it back with an empty glass jar from somewhere. “Right, I’m Danny by the way.”

“Oh, I’m—”

“OH YEAH? YOU THINK THAT’S A BAD WORD?” Ched shouted from where the rest of the herd was gathered. Ugh, Ched. “PFFT, PFFT, PFFT! AMATURE! THAT’S AN AMATURE BAD WORD!”

“Ched,” Wammawink warned.

“I’LL SHOW YOU A REAL BAD WORD!”

“Ched, no!”

 “FUCK!”

 Silence reigned throughout the camp, before, of course, more shouting and crying from the others in the herd. Wammawink’s face turned small as she narrowed her eyes and scowled at the boy standing in front of the portal.

“You.”

“Uhh…” The boy tried to back up as Wammawink hopped angrily towards him.

“This is all your fault!” She stopped directly in front of him, and put on—wow, that’s the most passive aggressively fake smile Horse had ever seen Wammawink wear. “What is it that you want so you can leave? Like right now?”

“I, uhh… need to fill this with something called Sparkle Blinkies?” the boy lifted the empty jar. “Do you know where I can get some?”

Wammawink grabbed the jar out of the boy’s hand and tilted her head over it with another scowl and a huff. The boy’s face went through an impressive range of emotions as he watched her fill the jar with her sparkle blinkies. When done, she shoved the jar back at the boy and barely waited for him to have a hold on it before letting it go and forcibly turning him around and shoving him back towards the portal that he came from, all while smiling and rambling cheerfully.

“Well here you go now, all the sparkle blinkies you could want and oh look at that, your reason to be here is gone, such a shame, would love to do this again, but we’re going to be, hm, not here, if you ever come back and your portal is right there, don’t forget to close it on your way out, buh-bye!”

She gave one last push and the boy fell back into his own world…

Probably, Horse thought.

 ***

With a shove from the pink alpaca-centaur-woman, Danny fell back into the Ghost Zone; the portal closing quickly behind him.

He could honestly say that that wasn’t the weirdest world he’d ever been to, but also, he’d be fine not going back there ever again, if it was all up to him. But alas, it was not, so he trudged his way back to Clockwork’s lair. When he got there, he slammed the doors open and flew to the sitting room, where he knew the old geezer would be.

“Hey Clockwork, I’m back with your eye sparkles!” he called, shaking the now-filled jar a bit. The blinky-star things glittered and made little magic tinkling noises. “What did you need them for anyway?”

“Thank you, Daniel,” Clockwork floated over to him and accepted the jar with an outstretched hand, then motioned for Danny to follow him back to where the sofa-chairs and a small table were set up. The old ghost snapped his fingers and two giant dishes of ice cream poofed into existence, piled high with bananas, cherries, chocolate and caramel sauces, and topped with whipped cream. The only thing that seemed to be missing from this picture-perfect dessert was—what was Clockwork doing?

Said ghost had floated over to the dishes while Danny was distracted. He plucked a star sparkle from its jar and crushed it in his hand before sprinkling it over the ice cream, and again for the second one. The old stopwatch then turned around with a small smile and a twinkle in his eye.

“You are just in time for my Ice Cream Sunday.”

“… I can feel the way you said ‘Sunday’ instead of ‘Sundae,’” Danny rolled his eyes. “Why are you like this?”

“I have no idea what you mean,” Clockwork tilted his head. “I can put it away if you don’t—”

“Nope! No it’s fine! I am all for Ice Cream Sundays! Thanks gramps!”

Clockwork just smiled as he watched Danny dig into his treat, and started spooning into his as well.

All is as it should be.

[chalkscene]

tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU CALL THEM “FRIEND”

ft. ken “draken” ryuguji, shinichiro sano, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma

warnings: none but also tr 268 got me fucked up so i guess i’ll start writing for shin too

“yeah, i’m with a friend.” DRAKEN never eavesdrops but when he hears you refer to him as a friend, he immediately stops whatever he’s doing and throws you a glance over his shoulder to check if you’re serious—there you are, still propped up on his worktable as you carry on with the conversation on your phone. he barely catches a word you say as your voice has now dropped inaudibly but there’s a smile on your face. a smile. some goddamn nerve you have, he thinks. soon you hang up, hopping off the table before walking over to him. “baby, can you drive me home?” “can’t. i’m closing the shop tonight,” he answers curtly. “but you promised.” draken can detect the pout in your voice but right now, he’s not sure if it’s endearing or annoying. “too bad. why don’t you call inupi, your other friend? maybe he can give you a ride.” “wh-“ you don’t get the chance to convince your boyfriend as he abruptly turns away, forcing you to put an end to your stupid prank—you did not expect him to be this pissed off about it. “oh my god, ken. i was joking!”

SHINICHIRO loves casual intimacy. a huge sucker for it, even. but when he hears you on a call with someone talking about him—your friend, apparently, he’s too cautious to even hold your hand. “are we not supposed to tell people about us?” he hesitantly asks the instant you hang up the phone, “cause i may have told some of my friends…” despite your heart being sent aflutter, you try to stay in character but it quickly becomes unbearable when your boyfriend looks at you with clear guilt in his eyes. “but it’s okay,” shinichiro adds, “they can keep a secret... i think.” you’re mentally forming consoling words to tell him when he continues to ramble, a frown now creasing his eyebrows as he curses to himself. “fuck. i’m sorry, i should’ve asked-” “shin, i was kidding.” “huh?” “it was a prank.” “oh.” you giggle at his dumbfounded expression but he doesn’t return the sentiment. instead, he pouts, “that wasn’t funny.” taking his face in your hands, you smoothen the wrinkle on his forehead with a kiss before pressing your lips against his. “don’t worry. my friends know about you, too.”

“i’m on my way home… yeah... my friend’s driving me… okay. love you. bye.” RINDOU remains quiet as he listens to your words but had it been broad daylight, you would’ve seen the way his knuckles are almost white from how tightly he’s gripping the steering wheel. as soon as he pulls up in front of your house, he shifts the gear to park rather harshly which catches you off guard. “rin?” “what the hell was that?” his voice is low but there’s an obvious bite to it, “calling me friend then saying you love someone else?“ “yeah. my mom.” he simply blinks at your response. “what?” “that was my mom,” you reiterate. “then why did you call me friend? i thought she knows about us.” “she does,” you say with a chuckle in spite of your very evidently unamused boyfriend, “i was just messing with you. i didn’t think you’d be mad.” you reach over the console, gently taking his hand. “if it makes you feel better, i’ll tell her it was a joke and you were the friend. she loves you.” “at least one of you does,” he mutters, making you flick his forehead. “i loved you first.”

RAN is requesting for the tab when he hears you refer to him as friend to whoever it is you’re on the phone with. two can play at that game, he smugly thinks. so he pretends to not have heard you, reading over the receipt once it’s been placed on your table. he’s just inserted the bills into the holder when you put your phone away and as you count the banknotes, you realize they only cover his order. “i wouldn’t have ordered so much if i knew i was paying for myself,” you mumble as you rummage through your purse for your wallet. “i don’t even pay for rindou’s dinner,” ran shrugs, “let alone a friend.” your boyfriend doesn’t say anything else but a smirk begins to curl on his lips when you only gape at him. “it was a prank, ran.” “that’s what i thought.” you shoot him a scowl which he returns with a wink, grinning at you in self-satisfaction as he puts his money back into his wallet and takes out his black card.

“if by boyfriend, you mean my friend who’s a boy then yes, i’m with my boyfriend.” from the corner of your eye, you see HANMA snap his head in your direction and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to contain your laughter. as soon as you pull your phone away from your ear, your boyfriend sidles up to you. “so i’ve been demoted to ‘friend who’s a boy’? baby, you’re breaking my heart.” “you have a heart?” you say with a mock expression of surprise on your face before cracking a smile which hanma reciprocates. “i’m just teasing. i love you, shuji.” you’re about to reach for his hand when he beats you to it, curling your fingers until they form a fist and he bumps it with his own. “love you too brah!”