#a surprise extra $700.... that's how

[fuckinmemesman]

alright i'm gonna end it all, everyone

[therealmylesmorales]

Loser!Vi Headcannons pt 2

Y’all gave so much love, I feel like I had to reward you guys ☺️

Warnings: uhhh same as last time, I guess. I’m too lazy to check what it was, masc4masc relationship

WC: 700

⭒ Vi is a chronic biter. You learned that pretty early in your relationship. And yet, you never know when it’s coming until it’s too late. She would act like she would be leaning in for a kiss…until she bit the closest part of your body; your cheeks, your arm, your ass

“OW— fuck Vi!”

”That didn’t hurt, you're being dramatic.”

⭒ Another cute but annoying thing Vi does is that she fake boxes you. Her fists will never come in contact with your face or body but she still finds it funny. She’ll even make sound effects while doing so. But the second you lightly punch her stomach to get her to stop, it’s the end of the world.

⭒ She cried like a baby when she got her nose pierced. You were with her and by how hard she clutched your hand, you would’ve thought she got shot. You made fun of her the entire time.

”Not only do you have a big ass back tattoo, you also have one on your face.”

“That’s DIFFERENT!”

⭒ Vi’s major changes every few months. She just loves doing new things and will get obsessed with it and unfortunately be bored with it in not too long after. However, she would probably get a degree in business so she could take over Vander’s bar once he decided to retire.

⭒ Sticking with the college theme for a second; you’re known around campus for being chill and somewhat friendly to others. Vi, on the other hand…people think she’s brash and her temper definitely doesn’t help. But people have noticed that when she’s around you, she’ll siphon off your energy and is a lot more pleasant to be around.

⭒ Vi likes kissing you more than actual sex. She’ll still never turn down the offer, but kissing you feels calming to her. After a day of classes or dealing with whatever, it is her favorite way to unwind.

⭒ Vi loves horror movies, and loves when you watch them with her (even if you hate them/are scared easily). Her favorite franchise is probably Friday the 13th but Ghostface is her favorite slasher. The only problem with her watching horror movies is her inability to easily fall asleep afterwards. Normally, it takes her five minutes to be knocked out.

”Cupcake, are you awake?”

”Vi, PLEASE go to sleep.”

⭒ Surprise to no one, she cuts her hair on her own. Every few weeks you’ll find her in the bathroom with scissors and a shaver in hand, trying her best to get her hair looking good. You help her with the back of her head and she appreciates you for that.

⭒ Vi is literally obsessed with you. Her entire camera roll is filled with pictures of you both or just you; pictures she took on dates or just candid ones. Her wallpaper is even one of you, a rare selfie you took and she cherished it as soon as you sent it. Vi even gave you a special ringtone and whenever you text or call her, she can’t help but kick her feet.

⭒ Like everyone, Vi has red flags. But her most noticeable one is that she’s hardheaded. She doesn’t like to listen, especially when she knows thinks she’s right. She will stand on business until she can’t…and when that happens, she’ll come back with her tail between her legs, hoping you’re not too mad at her.

“Hey…are you mad at me?”

”Did you learn your lesson?”

”I did. I’m sorry.”

A little something extra for my black!readers 🫶🏾

⭒ No matter how hard both you and Mel tried to teach her, she nor Jayce still understand Spades. Viktor got it down within thirty minutes, but those two were still clueless. So, you all decided on a more easier game, Uno!

Uno was banned that same night after you two almost broke up and she and Jayce almost got into a fist fight.

⭒ And someone said that Vi would take the fuchsia bonnet with the black headband, and that was totally the one I was talking about (cause I have the same one). She refused to give it back at that point so the only logical solution was to buy another.

[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xvi. are you still the same?

(wc: 700-ish)

while you were dating suna rintarou, you kept a mental note about all the things you found interesting about him. you knew he liked his coffee sweet, not bitter. you knew he hated using the salonpas patches but put them on before training anyway. you knew he liked his jelly fruit sticks better when cold. you knew how much he talked in his sleep. you knew he could tie his sister's hair (not just in a ponytail). you knew he disliked stuffed toys and would kick them off your bed whenever you visited the beach house.

"i feel like i'm being stared at," he told you one night.

so it's your surprise that he texts you he's at a pop-up store, filled to the brim with beady-eyed stuffed toys, next in line at the counter. you patiently wait for him outside, watching as kids and teens and their parents flit in and out of the shop. you begin to wonder how much he's changed since college.

suna's with you after five minutes. "did you wait long?" he asks.

"not really," you reply. your eyes are suddenly drawn to the paper bag in his hand, the image of him handing it to his girlfriend back home briefly passes your mind. "what do you want?" you then ask, and suna becomes internally confused when he senses a slight sting in your tone.

he nods towards your feet, "let me see."

suddenly feeling self-conscious, you try to shift his attention to something else and step back. "what? no," you brush him off, playing it cool, "i'm fine. let's just go back." he raises a brow in disapproval yet says nothing more when you begin to walk ahead of him.

but it’s a little difficult for suna to ignore how stubborn you’re being, wincing slightly when he catches sight of the red patch behind your ankles. “doesn’t it hurt?” you hear him say from behind you.

“no.” your plain response drives him to roll his eyes at you, “why in the world would you wear shoes that don’t fit?” there's a little judgment in his tone, similar to when he found out you liked your americano with three extra shots of espresso on your fifth date; underneath it all, you knew that it was because he was just too shy to show that he cared.

you puff air out of your cheeks instead of giving him a verbal answer. two beats pass and suna decides he’s finally had enough.

you’re caught off-guard when suna pulls you back by the elbow, your shoulder brushing lightly against his arm. you open your mouth to say that you're fine and he's overreacting, but he doesn't let you.

instead, he shoves the paper bag in your hands before stepping around you. this effectively shuts you up, and you watch as suna goes off the sidewalk and makes for the convenience store behind you.

it doesn't take long before he returns bringing a small plastic bag with him this time.

suna stretches his arm out towards you, telling you to take it, simultaneously reaching back for the paper bag. you accept it with thanks, but your eyes still flicker towards his with hesitance.

he tilts his head to the side, the corner of his lip quirking up in amusement. "what? do you need me to put it on for you too?" he teases, prompting you to pull the plastic further away from him even if he makes no move to grab it.

you deny how your heart skips a beat and mask your feelings with a sarcastic smile. "you read me so well," you say, opening the box of bandaids. in response, suna puts his hands up in mock surrender, "be worried if i don't."

he watches you intently, snickering when you make an offhanded comment about his design choice. "snoopy? seriously?" you rip the white paper off the adhesive at once, "you couldn't have gotten the transparent ones?"

when you're finished, you pack the bandaids into your bag before continuing your walk with suna. your ankles still sting but the pain is manageable with the bandaids.

"didn't know you and reiko still talked," suna muses after a few moments of silence. he notices the little smile that paints your lips at the mention of his younger sister, "yeah, we do."

you then turn your head to him with your brows furrowed, but look away just as quickly, "she didn't tell you?"

"nope," he answers, popping the 'p'.

you catch his attention when a small laugh escapes you. "good girl," you hum. suna rolls his eyes at this—you know he knows that you're deliberately withholding information about your topics with his sister—but a smile similar to yours graces his lips nonetheless.

"'she's a brat' is what you mean."

"wonder where she gets that from."

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[lilacura]

L-O-V-E | Huh Yunjin

pairing: yunjin x reader

>wc: 700

sypnosis: Misunderstandings cause doubts but love always has its ways.

You woke up alone in your dorm room, rolling over with a sleepy smile ready to greet Yunjin, only to find the other side of the bed empty and cold. Furrowing your brow, you sat up and glanced around but saw no note or sign of where she could be.

"Yunjin?" you called out tentatively, getting no reply but the echo of silence in response. A sinking feeling started in your stomach as you grabbed your phone, seeing it was Valentine's Day but no messages from your girlfriend.

After getting dressed in a lonely daze, you ventured out onto campus hoping to find her. Spotting her talking to friends in the quad, you hurried over only to freeze in your tracks as Yunjin glanced over, eyes meeting yours briefly before flitting away with no smile or greeting. A polite nod was all she offered before turning back to her conversation, leaving you feeling hollow.

Classes dragged on endlessly as you watched the clock, sending Yunjin texts that went unanswered. By lunchtime despair was setting in, thoughts running wild about what could have gone wrong. Picking at your food alone, you started to lose hope for the holiday.

Making your way across campus after your last class, head bowed low, you nearly walked right past the secluded rose garden without noticing the splashes of color amongst the green. A flash of familiar laughter caught your attention and you looked up, gasping softly at the scene before you.

Roses, carnations and baby's breath decorated elegantly around a checkered picnic blanket, upon which sat a bountiful assortment of food. And in the middle, holding a single rose, was Yunjin beaming brighter than the sun.

"Surprise!" she greeted, rushing over to take your hands in hers. "Happy Valentine's Day baby, I'm so sorry about this morning. I wanted our valentines date to be extra special." You could only stare dumbly as she cupped your cheek.

"Forgive me? I love you," Yunjin breathed, eyes shining with remorse and adoration. At those words, your heart swelled back to full capacity, doubts melting away as you threw your arms around her neck.

"I love you too," you whispered into her ear, feeling complete once more in her embrace.

Pulling back from the embrace, Yunjin met your gaze with a tender smile. One hand came up to gently cup your cheek as her forehead pressed against yours. You lost yourself in the depths of her sparkling eyes, lungs forgetting how to breathe for a moment.

Closing the tiny distance between you, Yunjin pressed her lips against yours in a kiss both chaste yet searing with emotion. Your eyes fluttered shut on instinct, everything around you fading away until there was nothing but the two of you, and this moment of reconnection.

Her kiss held the apologies and affection of the morning, the joy of reunion, and assurances of her enduring love for you alone. You kissed her back just as fervently, pouring your own heart into the kiss to say 'I forgive you' and 'I love you too'.

When you finally parted for air, Yunjin sighed your name against your lips, making you shiver at the pure devotion in her tone. Keeping your faces close, you opened your eyes to find her smiling so wide it lit up her entire being. At that beautiful sight, all traces of earlier doubt and worry vanished like they had never existed at all.

Yunjin stole a few more fleeting brushes of lips before taking your hand in hers once more. "Come, let's finish our picnic before the sun goes down." And with her hand securely holding yours, your heart swelled with certainty that this Valentine's Day ended up perfect after all.

a/n: this is so late im so sorry I had a calculus final

[akutasoda]

Could I request a PM! Dazai/Chuuya/Akutagawa x F! Reader who’s sort of like a parental figure but more of a wine aunt-type figure, I guess. She’s someone who’s blunt and rude, almost condescendingly, like she doesn’t care if she hurts someone’s feelings, but in a more “lady-like” manner. She’s someone with immaculate taste and wisdom beyond her years, so she serves as like a guardian angel of sorts just with a glass of wine and cigarette in her hands, plus she has that sort of sophistication with her mixed with a 1950’s style.

wine and wisdom

synopsis - how are they with a wine-aunt type of figure

includes - 15!dazai, chuuya, akutagawa

warnings - fem!reader, mentions of cigarettes and alcohol, fluff, wc - 700

taglist - @vi-chan07

osamu dazai ★↷

↪back when he first joined the mafia, he net you within a couple of days after mori would drop him off in your presence if he had to leave. he wasn't exactly surprised that you were slightly condescending and spoke your mind with little regard.

↪in honesty, he actually preferred it when mori left him under your supervision. you're blunt nature was more than tolerable and he enjoyed watching you offend people and not care how much you're words hurt them - yet still acting very 'lady-like'

↪he absolutely admired how wise and intelligent you were across a variety of things. you always answered his questions and would sometimes give him advice which he would willingly listen to. his favourite part was when you'd openly criticise mori himself.

↪he was never a fashion person but could admit you had a very stunning taste in clothes. if you ever tried to offer him a change in clothes he'd politely decline. he also never minded that you always seemed to have a glass of wine with you.

↪when he left the port mafia, you'd probably be someone that he'd think of. however, in some reality he wouldn't leave the port mafia - then he would still look to you for advice. but in both scenarios, you would be someone he admired through his childhood.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

↪when he first saw you it was in a passing in a hallway and he immediately mistook you for kouyou. he would do a doubletake ablnd realise you were a completely different person. ironically, kouyou introduced him properly to you the following week.

↪he would still be in the first couple of weeks of being in the port mafia when he properly met you, so he was quite taken back by how blunt you were when you addressed him. not hesitating to find something about him to criticise.

↪as kouyou promised him, he got used to it - although to this day he could still be surprised by how straightforward you could be. in some way he actually admired how little you cared for how your words affected people because most of the time you were only telling the truth.

↪another thing he could admire about you was wise you were. he could come to you with any question or query and you would give him a solution or answer. your intelligence was something he strived to gain.

↪as he grew up with you around, he kind of derived his taste from you - or you atleast influenced his style. he would note that you always had immaculate sense of style, an older style but you always pulled off all your outfits.

↪when he thought back to it, he couldn't actually recall a time where he didn't see you with a glass of wine or a cigarette... even if you engaged in a battle...

ryūnosuke akutagawa ★↷

↪akutagawa mainly only got very few interactions with you when he first joined the mafia, each and every one was because dazai would seek you out and he'd follow. to him it seemed like dazai liked you and so naturally he wanted to know you.

↪it never went unnoticed to him that you always carried around a glass of wine or such but he didn't care. he aslo didn't really care for how you dressed, your sophisticated style seemed extra to him but that didn't mean he wouldn't admit it worked.

↪he could see why dazai looked up to you. your wisdom truly held no bounds and akutagawa would start copying dazai in asking you questions that you always had answers to.

↪additionally when he first met you, he felt quite insulted when you noticed him and started really letting your thoughts run wild. he quickly came to get used to how blunt and rude you could be. your condescending tone eventually becoming normal to hear.

↪even know a part of him held admiration toward you - not as much as held for dazai but it was close. to this day you still held a rude word toward anyone and had that same olden style that worked flawlessly accompanied by your glass of wine.

[nocek]

I'm late to the party and I'm quite sure it's already been done so I feel stupid redrawing a meme buuuuuut... at the second seance that's all that was running around my head during Miguel's exposition dump scene knowing how it escalates :D

Well that and thoughts of: nice scientific theory you have here. Truthfully based on factual evidence. Except, you've filtered those facts through your biased/ traumatized perception so yeah... this is why your science papers need to be peer reviewed.

Also a reason why you need to cooperate with art people who would tell you canon is not about events, they can change. It's about overarching narrative.

And I can't wait for the next movie (may it take as much time as it needs) to somehow swinging eating a cake and having it too. Because i love the repeating pattern of two/repetition in this movie. It's so small but it works so well at building up the next one. After noticing that I actually think that the surprise reveal at the end makes sense while previously I was annoyed we've like got nice ending with Gwen and then like 5 extra minutes of next movie that was kinda annoying.

Oh and speaking of annoying. I salute this movie for making fun of main mcu. Because sure the reference was kinda forced and barely salvaged by added joke of they should revoke doctor Strange's license buuuut.... It made me wish for Steve's ending fix it because seriously. He is pulling exactly the same bullshit Miguel did. Like seriously.

Besides idea of pissed off Miguel dragging Steve back to universe 19999 is amusing af (because I too am still pissed off about it)

Oh and to end my blabbling with genuine question. Do I remember correctly that the Syd Mead-esque Nueva York we've seen had a number like 700 something? Three digit one anyway. Does that mean that the happy family universe went like through incursion with 2099 one and that's why it got destroyed? Or both got destroyed?

[another-lost-mc]

candy prompts: barbatos + sweet + spicy (extra mild)

you've been a nuisance since the moment barbatos met you, and he can't tell whether it's destiny or your own stubborn nature that keeps bringing you together.

pairing: barbatos x angel!reader

content: mostly sfw (slightly suggestive towards the end). light angst because barbatos is in denial about his feelings. (he really should know better)

word count: 700

a/n: this is from a barbatos x angel!reader wip in my drafts.

"You need to leave." Barbatos opened his bedroom door and gestured stiffly with his arm in his attempt to usher you away as quickly as possible.

You stood from the edge of his bed and took a hesitant step forward, but your eyes narrowed as they drank in his expression, searching for the truth in his words and finding none.

It surprised him when you closed the door instead of walking through it, and within an instant you crowded him against the rough wood that scraped gently against his back. He should've anticipated this—you've always been so stubborn. His chest burned with warmth when you leaned forward, pressing against him and daring him to do something about it.

He knew he could push you away if he wanted to, but he couldn't. Perhaps he was destined to lose this battle with you from the very start.

"I don't believe you," you scoffed. "You can't even lie to yourself, so how do you expect me to believe that's what you truly want?"

He hated that you were right. He looked away because his eyes betrayed the feelings he tried to ignore for so long. He craved your company because he bloomed in your presence like a wilted garden rejuvenated by the warmest light of the sun. He refused to touch you in the most innocent ways because every time he did, it was harder to let go. He couldn't lie to you anymore because he knew if he opened his mouth, the truth would tumble from his lips. He was already damned to his fate—he didn't want his love to condemn you to a life of darkness too.

You made him weak in the most impossible ways, sneaking through all the barriers he put in place to keep you at arm's reach. How could he deny you when your body felt so good against his own, with your soft feathered wings that surrounded him like a loving embrace? Your little puffs of breath fanning against his chin smelled sweet of fruit wine and the cake he made for dessert tonight. It wasn't a coincidence he made your favourite, adjusting the sweetness and flavour to your tastes. When he found you earlier, perched expectantly on his bed because you knew he was trying to hide from you, lust coursed through his veins. He spent so many nights dreaming of your body, naked and trembling between his sheets.

He tried to tell himself his attraction to you was one-sided, easily dismissed and discarded when you eventually left him for the realm of light once more. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't resist you. He was enamored. Bewitched. Possessed. Powerless to fight against the devious threads of fate that keep him attached to you.

He's not sure how much time has passed, lost in his thoughts and captivated by the way your eyes darken as they stare into his. The silence that settled over you both feels suffocating, thick with tension and so many words unsaid. Perhaps he didn't need to speak at all—the bony wings above his ears fluttered excitedly on their own accord, and he was powerless to control them. How long have they reacted to your presence this way? How long has his tail been wrapped around your leg, squeezing gently as if to remind you that no matter what lies he tells himself, he can't possibly let you go?

The fire in your knowing gaze sears him to the bone, but your smile is sweet and genuine. "I'm not afraid of my feelings for you."

"You should be," he warns, voice gritty and throat dry as his hands settle hesitantly on your waist, neither pulling or pushing you, but keeping you in place. "I don't think I'll be able to control myself if you don't leave now."

But you've always been full of surprises, and he gasps when you nudge against his cheek with your nose and kiss the delicate skin below his ear. "Is that a promise?"

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[nochukoo97]

boyfriend drabbles (pt.11)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook’s sick but he’s also stubborn, but you make sure to take care of him otherwise 😊

word count: 700

a/n: another boyfriend drabbles is out hehehe ❤️

boyfriend drabbles masterlist!

“babe, lay back down now,” you put on your stern face and commanding voice but jungkook doesn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest.

“i swear i’ll be fine, in fact-“ your boyfriend launches into a fit of coughs as he wheezes at the end.

“yeah, i don’t think you’ll be fine,” you cross your arms as jungkook waves you off while choking on air.

“jagi, the gym will help me get better,”

he’s really trying to convince you that going to the gym and working out will make his high fever, sore throat, cough and runny nose better.

“come on, let’s lay back down in bed, i’ll give you a massage and play with your hair,” you entice your sniffling, coughing boyfriend who’s barely holding himself up.

“but i don’t need a massage, i need to go to the gym,”

jungkook is stubbornly whining, and you don’t know how to tell the man in front of you that sleeping it off and resting in bed is the best way for him to recover.

after bickering back and forth, jungkook manages to convince you to let him go to the gym, you don’t even know how but with how stubborn he is, it isn’t surprising he got what he wanted.

but on one condition, he doesn’t drive his car or motorcycle there.

your boyfriend reluctantly agrees.

——

it’s been thirty minutes since you left from sending jungkook over to the gym, handing him some painkillers and an extra bottle of water before you head back home.

your focused on stirring the soup in the pot, reheating it so that when your boyfriend comes home, he can finally actually recover.

meanwhile poor jungkook is at the gym, suffering and regretting not listening to his girlfriend’s words.

he hisses as his head begins to throb, despite having taken the last two painkillers in the packet.

you may not be there to witness jungkook’s pain and despair, but you won’t be surprised if a phone call from your sick boyfriend comes in the next twenty minutes, asking you to pick him up because he doesn’t feel too well.

ring

ring

there it is.

“yes baby?”

you smile over the phone, ready to hear the “i’m sorry you were right, i feel even shittier than before,” from him

but what comes out from the other end of the phone is a sad, sulky:

“jagi, can you pick me up please,”

your heart wrenches hearing his voice, you tell him to sit down and wait for you at the reception

——

when you pull into the driveway and enter the building, there sits jungkook, at the corner on the benches with his head buried into his hands.

poor thing, you quickly approach him to get him back into the car.

“hi baby, i’m here,” you whisper as you bend down slightly to meet his slumped figure.

you’re met with those watery bambi eyes, slightly red probably from his high fever.

“jagi,” your boyfriend whines with a hoarse voice, as he wraps his arms around your waist, his lower body still on the seat of the bench.

you ruffle his hair in sympathy as he continues to hold onto you, whining incoherent words as he buries his face into your torso.

“come on, let’s get you to the car, i have a blanket in there for you,” jungkook stands up shakily, and you sigh seeing his faltering state.

it takes you a little longer than usual to get jungkook into the car considering he was fully leaning his whole weight on you, unable to stand up on his own.

luckily for him there’s a reclined passenger seat with a blanket in the car waiting for him.

——

“lay down,” you instruct him again, this time jungkook complies with your orders, physically too weak to even reply.

you sigh once more as you place a fever patch on his forehead,

“ah-“ jungkook slightly hisses upon the sudden cold contact.

“ m’sorry baby, it’ll make your fever go down soon ‘kay?” you peck your lips in between his eyes.

your boyfriend sleepily nods his head, eyes slowly shutting as you tuck him under the blankets.

——

[maximotts]

Thinking about Natasha picking Wanda up by her thighs, which of course makes Wanda squeak, and leaning her against a wall but they’re both smiling too wide to properly make out (and Wanda is nose scrunching)

don't look at me I'm weak for overly excitable subby Nat-

civil war era!WandaNat ⁘ 700 words ⁘ no cws needed for this besides Natasha using her strength to be a clingy cutiepie

"Stop it, wait-!"

Being lifted so suddenly had Wanda throwing her arms around her girlfriend, clumsily grasping at Natasha for balance. She barely had enough time to manage that small motion before her back hit the wall, the redhead quickly surging forward to smash her lips into Wanda's.

Nat was uncharacteristically eager, having sped through the halls upon hearing of Wanda's return from her most recent mission. It'd taken a week longer than planned, Wanda's persistent nature keeping her away until she tracked down everyone involved with HYDRA's newest branch.

She couldn't fault her for the extra work, would be a blatant hypocrite to do so, but it didn't change how much she'd missed her while she was away.... Natasha didn't think she'd ever been so impatient to see someone in her entire life. "You're back."

"Mhm..." After every mission there was a debrief; Steve was surely wondering what was keeping Wanda who typically arrived early just to avoid being late— if he asked Natasha would give an excuse faster than Wanda could open her mouth. Or maybe she'd tell the truth: her teammate cornered her with a barrage of kisses.

Natasha was more than strong enough to hold her girlfriend without effort, gripping her thighs almost desperately as she nipped at her lips, but Wanda's giggles were contagious and as they grew, Nat's own bubbled up in sync. "What's so funny, Maximoff?"

Wanda's face was painfully soft as Nat pulled back, grinning down at her captor with a kiss-swollen mouth, "I just didn't expect such a warm welcome, especially right here in the halls from Miss Romanoff herself."

"Yeah well, I'm full of surprises..." She kept her trapped, resting her chin on Wanda's chest and matching her bright smile. "We can't assign you anymore missions this long without me and you're on paid leave for the next three days, welfare issues."

"Welfare, huh?" Tired fingers carded through Nat's long hair, brushing through the thick waves before guiding her head to lay against her. "But I'd hate to miss out on something important-"

"But nothing. As your superior, I've already decided." Wanda did need the field experience, but she was a quick learner and as soon as she'd proven herself as a valuable asset to the team she'd be sent out every chance they got.

It was a purely selfish move to keep Wanda back, but when she closed her eyes and focused in on the soft thrum of the brunette's heartbeat under her ear, the back of her hand sweetly brushing over her blushed cheek, Natasha couldn't talk herself out of doing it. "Missed you, Wands...."

"Poor thing, did you miss me? I left you alone too long?" Nat nodded as the other woman kissed the crown of her head and Wanda melted, cooing over her girlfriend's honesty. Such vulnerability was a treasured thing, raw, unguarded, allowing Wanda to see all her softest spots.

Nat hummed, savoring the joy of her girlfriend's comforting words. She couldn't stop smiling which was rare, but Wanda wouldn't complain a bit, "My giddy girl... I'll always come home to you, no matter what."

"I wish you'd come to bed with me." The confession was mumbled and yet Wanda hear it all the same, her gentle chide in the form of a slight hair tug confirmed it.

Finally Wanda began to squirm, attempting to wiggle away to no avail. "It's the middle of the day! I do have to do some work to do before my forced vacation. At least to tell Steve how everything went."

"You're back safe, that's all that matters right now." Nat let Wanda off the wall, but didn't put her down, securing long legs about her waist before heading back down the hallway— towards their shared room, completely opposite to the elevators leading down to the offices. "Just tell him we needed a private check in first."

"Oh, I am not rewarding this kidnapping!" The struggle was futile, even without the shared laughter weakening Wanda's strength, and after a short message through FRIDAY from Nat warning their teammates not to disturb them during their 'recovery time' Wanda could only hope everyone forgave her for taking the rest of the day to tend to her tenacious girlfriend.

[moominbuge]

27 Dresses

⋆⭒˚.⋆always the bridesmaid, never the bride...⋆⭒˚.⋆

In which you're a chronic bridesmaid and a lover of weddings, and Ellie is a love-repulsed wedding reporter who works for a newspaper.

a/n- hiii guys i wrote up this first part today, i honestly don't know how long it will take me to write more oops but trust i want to! lowkey my first post on tumblr so if this flops </3 this part is around 700 words and is mainly just intro...actual interaction soon to come! love u mean it

You were running so, so late.

On most days, your agenda was booked and followed down to the very seconds of the day.

7AM- wake up

7:05AM- get in shower

7:20AM- exit shower, brush teeth

7:22AM- get dressed

7:27AM- start coffee maker

7:30AM- drink coffee and try not to regret your decisions thus far

You get the idea.

Today, however, you were running late. Your alarm failed to sound at 7, so you were late to the shower, which made you late to have your coffee, and so on.

On top of that, your heavenly, brown-leather-bound agenda was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t the absolute end of the world, since you basically have your schedule memorized for the next year and a half, but it was like losing your security blanket. You felt exposed. Empty, almost.

After throwing on a somewhat-acceptable outfit for your office assistant job, you swallowed your last sip of coffee before bolting out the wooden door of your apartment and down the street towards the bus stop. If you could run fast enough, you would make it just in time-

The bus closes its doors and departs, with you still standing outside.

Fuck.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Ellie woke up on the right side of the bed. Her morning meeting with the editor of her newspaper column was cancelled, allowing her to get an extra 30 minutes of sleep. When she visited her usual coffee shop to get her iced chai, they gave her a croissant on the house. She had not felt this refreshed and energized in years!

And, best of all, she felt the weight of a little leather-bound agenda in her work bag.

The night before, she was attending a friend from college’s wedding. She was surprised when the wedding invite arrived in her mailbox, since she hadn’t spoken to this girl since undergrad, but she RSVP’d nonetheless. What, who was she to turn down an open bar and the opportunity to watch a potential bridezilla/bridesmaid meltdown?

Anyways, she showed up in a nice, collared shirt and some black dress pants that were in the back of her closet. As she sipped on her whiskey and waved at some old friends, she saw something that caught her eye.

Or, rather, someone.

You, in a god-awful bridesmaid dress (seriously, what happened to neutral tones and simple silhouettes? Are bridesmaid dresses that bad to ensure that the bride looks the best?), rushing towards the exit, nearly tripping in your heels. Intrigued, she sets her glass down, and begins to sneak away outside behind you.

 “Ok, here is the deal. I’ll pay you $300 to drive me around all night, but if you peak into the backseat, I’ll drop it by $20-“ she overheard you talking to a taxi driver, reaching down to rip off your heels. The driver nods, begins to speak, but you cut him off- “Nope, I’m not changing that rule. I just need you to take me back and forth between these venues.”

You throw yourself into the backseat when the cabbie nods, and Ellie watches, amused. Who is this girl? Aren’t you the maid of honor?

You, in the backseat of the cab, begin pulling out another brightly-colored dress as the cab peels off. Ellie scoffs as she watches, before heading back inside.

You make your return just in time for your maid of honor speech that follows cocktail hour. Ellie, still stanced near the bar, watches you smooth down your dress and take the mic, gushing about how much you love the bride, how you grew up together, how you were so proud to see the woman she had become…it was so perfect, so textbook. You were either extremely genuine in your praises, or you were an amazing actress.

Following the speech, Ellie eyes you as you once again rush outside, back to the cabbie who was waiting. As you run, however, something falls out of your bag…

Squatting, Ellie grabs it from the ground. A small, yet extensively used planner.

Bingo.

[sixosix]

itoshi sae x gn!reader

( ? ) you’re not quite sure what sae wants from you. maybe sae doesn’t, either. but you two will figure it out someday. 700 words.

a warm gust of air blowing on your right ear startles you enough to nearly flip the table over.

thankfully, you didn’t, but you almost did, and that was enough for you to grab the fork delicately perched atop tissue paper and aim it at your assailant.

sae’s still a few inches from your ear, and when you’ve turned, you nearly kiss noses.

he quirks an eyebrow, leaning away when you splutter and jab the fork on his sleeve. the fork is dull from months of only using it to stab pastries. he remains blank-faced.

“what the hell,” you hiss, mostly embarrassed that you’ve been spacing out for so long that itoshi sae, of all people, noticed. just to be cautious, you place a hand over your ear. “why’d you do that?”

you’re not sure if you’ve been surprised badly enough that you can still feel a tingle in your ear or if it’s because sae had his mouth close to you in that particular spot.

“what are you doing here?” sae looks around, unfazed by the sight of some people looking over and squinting at this familiar face. he’s wearing a thick coat, and you’re sorely reminded of a failed attempt to make your date notice you’re feeling cold and drape his jacket over you.

note to self: don’t wear a thin top when you’re going out for a man, especially if the said man doesn’t show up in the end.

you’re shivering slightly, but your face is hot. “none of your business.”

“you got stood up.”

it’s supposed to sound like a question, you presume from the curious glint in his eye, but he phrases it like he might as well know the answers to all your problems—like he’s about to pull out a crystal ball and prattle about your constellations.

you must be making a face despite your lack of response because sae’s lips twitch into an almost smile. he pulls on the top rail of the chair in front of you and sits.

“i don’t want your pity.”

sae gestures for the waiter. “for what? i’m only hungry.”

the waitress who comes to serve you both is the same one who asked you three times if you’re going to order. she is delighted that you’re finally with someone because it seems like she pitied you waiting for someone who never came.

but sae is not like that to you. you’re something like friends, sure. you talk, text, and hang out. you have a big crush on him, but you don’t feel confident enough to start something by kissing him out of nowhere.

“he’s not—”

“i’ll pay,” sae says, and you shut right up and give him a dazzling smile. he rolls his eyes, turning back to the waitress to ask for water instead of soft drinks for him, then his gaze shifts to meet yours to wait for your order.

oh. you belatedly realize that he’s making you order first.

well, an hour waiting for a jackass was enough to have you scan the entire menu down to its extra descriptions.

“who stood you up?” sae asks after the waitress walks off, leaning against the chair.

“can you stop bringing that up?” you whine, sliding a hand over your face. eyeliner be damned, it’s not like the guy you’re supposed to be on a date with right now can see it anyway.

sae reaches out to stop you from rubbing your face, pulling it away from your face. he must find your frustrated expression amusing, based on the short chuckle that feels like he didn’t mean to let slip. he then takes off his coat and stands up to lean over and drape it around you. his warmth hits you like a truck.

you stare at his face for maybe a few minutes, a little stunned. you used to be closer to him—back when he was younger and had a brighter gleam in green eyes, never afraid to show affection, but he’s drifted off since he came back. maybe in his mind, he never left.

carefully, you lean away. not enough to startle him, because you don’t want it to stop. just… maybe not this fast. not when you’re not sure how to handle it. tomorrow, you might feel different. later, even.

right now, itoshi sae sits across you, keeping you company when someone has stood you up. the same guy who was supposed to help you move on from sae, to help call time-out from this constant push and pull. but it didn’t work.

perhaps it wasn’t made to work for the sole reason of keeping you and sae together like this.

“how was your match?” you ask instead. you’ll figure out fate’s punchline some other time.

[kiiwiigii]

Revenge

Alec x Fem!Reader

Summary: Having Alec in handcuffs is always fun.

Warnings:

NSFW 18+

Smut

Bondage

Word Count: 700+

Requested?: For Kinktober!

Playful and happy reader handcuffing alec. They’re happy because they managed to trick him into them and he can’t get them offfff 😌

A/N: I do enjoy the thought of Alec in handcuffs… perhaps a bit too much.

I wasn't sure how I managed to do it, and a part of me half suspected that he had let me, and the other part thought that perhaps it was the lingerie that had distracted him. But I finally had Alec right where I wanted him. Underneath me, handcuffed to the bed. 

"Amore," His lips twitched, trying to hide a smirk. "Would you please explain why you have me handcuffed to the bed?" 

"Because." 

"That's not an answer, Y/N." 

"I'm aware." 

I grinned as I straddled him, giving a little extra wiggle as I felt him harden beneath me. He sucked in a breath, eyes darkening as he watched me begin to unbutton his shirt. I looked him in the eye as I let my mouth follow the path of my fingers, kissing and nibbling my way downwards as his skin was revealed until I got to his belt, teasingly dipping my tongue along the waistband before making my way back up and grinding against him. 

He let out a strangled moan, hips bucking. 

"Amore." His voice was husky and tinged with warning. 

I simply giggled, arching my back as I pressed against him, letting my breasts push up enough to show some serious cleavage, although the lace already left little to the imagination. I watched as his eyes zeroed in on it, and I couldn't hide my smirk as his eyes nearly turned pitch black. I wove my hands in his hair, kissing him deeply, letting my ass come back down and grind against him once more. 

Alec groaned again, rising up to meet me. If I was being honest, I wasn't sure how much longer I was going to last. I had begun with the intent of just teasing him a little but seeing Alec underneath me, relatively "helpless", his hands cuffed about his head, had me turned on. And I'm sure he could tell by the scent of my arousal. My panties were soaked. 

I leaned back, lifting myself off him for a mere second to unzip his pants and release his cock. I didn't even bother removing my panties, I simply moved them to the side as I sank down onto him, letting him fill my pussy to the brim. 

"Fuck." He hissed, closing his eyes and raising his hips to push deeper. "Fuck, you feel good." 

"I know I do." 

His eyes shot open in surprise, most likely unused to such a response. Usually, I was meek, but having him underneath me and under my control gave me a confidence boost. I slowly began moving my hips, grinding down as far as possible to push him as deep as I possibly could. He watched me as if hypnotized. And maybe he was. Alec was used to doing most of the work. 

Now it was my turn. 

"Does that feel good baby?" I grinned at him. 

"You have no idea." He breathed. 

"Oh? I think I just might. Your cock feels pretty good inside me." 

I squeezed the walls of my pussy tight, causing him to buck his hips again, a growl ripping through his chest. Ooh, that growl. Shivers raced up and down my spine and my nipples hardened even more. Alec began to move of his own accord, his hip thrusting up to meet mine. 

I let out a moan, my head falling back as I supported myself with my hands on his chest. Fuck. This really did feel good. I began to feel that delicious tightening in my lower belly, the pleasure continuing to rise. 

"Fuck." 

My orgasm swept through me, back arching and my mouth falling open in surprise. I let myself continue to grind against him, barely doing more than pushing him deeper. I began to collapse forward, body shaking, when I felt everything tilt and suddenly Alec was over me.  

"We're not done yet, you naughty thing." 

He began to thrust into me hard and fast and I cried out, still shaking as he strung out my orgasm and causing me to snowball into yet another one. And another. And another. 

"Alec!" I gasped, back arching off the bed and tears in my eyes, doing my best to breathe.  

He slowed down, rolling his hips ever so slightly.  

"Revenge is sweet." 

If this was revenge, then I'd gladly take it. 

Every time. 

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Happy weekend, enjoy some cake(gate bodyswap)! As cake must fall, tensions must rise.

To be continued.

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SHARING A SLICE... part 4

RWRB, rated T, 700 words (this part).

(click here for part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

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Henry refuses to give Alex his phone.

“Listen, I’m not thrilled about giving you my phone, but if anybody calls you in the middle of the night, they're gonna expect your hoity-toity voice on the line.”

“Who would call me after midnight?”

“Booty call, maybe?” Alex watches Henry glance over at the window like he’s considering trying to flee. It's stupid. They're in Henry's house – palace – whatever. “Hey, if you break that window, open the curtains first. I don’t want my body getting extra time behind bars because you ruined some historic fabric.”

“It's already a crime against interior design,” Henry mutters, almost surprising Alex into a laugh.

“Seriously, what if there's, like... a royal summons?”

Henry sighs. “You have a point.”

“See?” Alex holds his phone out. “Swap, then we can both go sleep off this shitshow of a day.”

“What if you get a message?” Henry looks down, turning his own phone over anxiously between his palms. Phone addiction is a normal part of Alex's life, but Henry’s attachment seems like it might be even worse than his own.

Maybe he's got some secrets on that thing.

Actually – maybe Alex hasn’t thought this through.

“We leave them locked. Okay? No touching unless they ring.”

“Only break in case of emergency, as they say.”

“Yeah.”

They trade phones. Henry's phone case is a boring navy blue. Reflexively, Alex taps the screen to check for messages; it lights up with a selfie of Henry and Bea, grinning, arms wrapped around each other's shoulders. Before Alex can look more closely, the screen darkens.

Henry clears his throat.

“Sorry,” Alex mumbles. “Habit.”

“Tit for tat.” Henry taps Alex's phone screen, then raises his eyebrows. “Is that–”

“Don't start with me–”

“The Washington Monument, Alex? Really?”

“It's none of your business.”

“Fair enough. To bed, then?”

“Finally.” He slides Henry's phone into his pocket. “Can you give me directions to the guest room or do I need an enchanted map?”

“No, no,” Henry protests. “You’re sleeping here.”

“What? No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I–”

“You look like me, Alex. Kensington has many, many guest rooms. There’s no plausible explanation for me giving up my room.”

“And how the hell do you explain the First Son sleeping here with you?”

“I... we're convincing everyone that we’re best mates, aren't we? Perhaps we had a few too many and you stayed to sleep it off. It has been a very long day, after all.”

“No fucking kidding.” He's way too tired for this. “Fine. Whatever.”

They get ready for bed in silence. Once Henry has had Alex's suitcase brought over to his rooms, Alex drops all his cake-coated white-tie finery in a pile on the floor and pulls on sleep shorts and a t-shirt with his eyes closed.

Hopefully, when he wakes up tomorrow, he'll be back in his own skin. If not... well, he'll burn down that bridge when he comes to it.

Alex eyes the loveseat warily. Henry's tall. It's tiny. “Are you gonna let me sleep here, or is this an antique, too?”

“We can set aside our differences long enough to share a bed for one night, can't we?”

No, they can't. They definitely can't. Still, Alex will be damned if Henry gets a good night’s sleep while he doesn't.

He climbs into Henry's bed hatefully.

While Henry has the water running in the bathroom, Alex wakes his phone once more, out of spite. The photo has changed: it's a beagle, curled up in a nearly perfect circle in an overstuffed dog bed. After a moment, it fades to black.

He taps again: the night sky over a green meadow. The ocean, from the bow of a sailboat. Another selfie, this one of Henry and a smiling man with bright pink hair and a martini glass in his free hand.

The water turns off.

There's barely enough time for Alex to set the phone on the bedside table and turn onto his side before Henry comes back into the bedroom. Henry climbs into bed and turns out the light without saying a word.

Alex keeps his mouth shut, too.

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(Part 5)

[starry-nights-garden]

✧ P1Harmony Keeho x gn!reader ✧ words: ~700 ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warning: suggestive ✧ prompt: neck kisses

You’re in the middle of getting ready for your date with your boyfriend Keeho. It’s the first time in a while that you’re going out for dinner together, so you want to put some extra effort into the way you look tonight. You slip into your best outfit, throw one last glance into the mirror to make sure everything about you looks the way you want it to, and then you walk out into the living room, where he’s already waiting for you. He’s wearing dark dress pants and a white shirt, sleeves rolled up and the first two buttons undone. You smile at the sight and you must confess that you still tend to get surprised by how handsome he is, even after all this time of dating him. Keeho gets up from his seat on the sofa and the sparkle in his eyes upon spotting you tells you that he must like what he’s seeing.

“Babe, you look…” he searches for words to describe you for a moment, scanning you up and down, and eventually settles on one, “incredible.” You grin at how taken aback he is and you approach him, stopping right in front of him.

“Thank you,” you respond. “So do you.” With a chuckle you reach up to grab the collar of his shirt, and you close one of the open buttons. “Who are you trying to impress?”

“Huh?” A now flustered Keeho raises his eyebrows. “U-uhm… I just… thought you might like it?” You laugh at how his face turns beet-red within a split second, telling you you succeeded in your attempt to tease him. And as soon as he realizes what’s going on, he yells, “Hey! Don’t make fun of me!”

“Sorry,” you apologize while looking at him with doe eyes, and as you place one hand behind his neck and pull his face closer, you add, “Forgive me?” You press a sweet, lingering kiss onto his lips, enjoying the way they brush against yours and how he returns the kiss just before you break it. 

“You smell nice,” he mumbles instead of answering your question. “Is that the new perfume you ordered?” You nod.

“It is! Oh but… we should get going already, shouldn’t we? Our reservation is in 20 minutes,” you utter and you spin on your heels, ready to find some shoes to put on, but Keeho wraps his arms around your body from behind to keep you in place.

“We have another minute or two,” he mumbles with his lips against the skin on your neck. Shivers run down your spine upon feeling the sudden touch, and he seems to enjoy the fact that the tables have turned in his favor. You can hear him letting out a breathy laugh, and you feel the warm air he exhales on your skin. “It really smells good,” he repeats, and you ready yourself to say something back. However, when you feel his teeth grazing the skin just beneath your earlobe, all you can do is suck in a sharp breath. 

“Keeho… we shouldn’t be late…” you try to remind him, but he doesn’t let the urgency behind your words bother him. Instead, he keeps trailing little kisses down your neck. You feel yourself growing frustrated at his actions, because on one hand you really do not want to be late, but on the other hand you wish he’d stop teasing you and kiss you properly already. You take a deep breath and force yourself to focus for a moment, then you whirl around in his hold and smash your lips against his in a deep kiss. Raking your fingers into his hair, you keep kissing him passionately, until you’re both out of air and you tear yourself away from him. Judging from the expression on his face, your kiss had the opposite effect of what you were trying to do, still you turn around again and grab him by the wrist.

“Let’s get dinner, baby,” you say, sounding determined, but at the same time trying to calm not only him but also yourself down. “We have time for this later!”

“You’re right,” you hear your boyfriend reply absentmindedly from behind you, before catching up to you again with ease and once again letting his lips hover over your neck. “I’m sure we do…”

[rynwritesstuff]

Along the lines of the telling them about your kinks prompt, what about telling Flip that you want him to be extra dominant and aggressive? Please and thank you 🖤

Can do, anon! Thank you for requesting!! <3

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Contains: NSFW content, Oral (reader receiving) (because apparently I have been on an oral sex kick lmao), dominant Flip, gendered nicknames (pretty girl, best girl)

Word Count: 700

Summary: You ask Flip to be more dominant with you. He obliges.

It’s been weighing on you, this thing that you’d like to tell Flip. He’s a kind man, a gentleman, and you know deep down that even if he doesn’t want to do what it is you’re going to ask of him, he’ll still be sweet about it. He’ll still love you, because his love is unconditional. You hope it is, at least . . .

He gets home around ten, which is considered early for him, and you approach him. Flip smiles when he sees you, then leans down to slip his boots off as you walk up to him. 

“Hey, baby,” he says. “How’s my best girl?” 

There it is. That gentlemanly-ness that has always both aroused you and frustrated you at times. 

“I’m good, honey,” you say, putting your hands on his chest. He can tell immediately that there’s something you want to say, and he puts his hands on your hips, pulling your body flush against his. 

“What’s on your mind, pretty girl?” Flip asks, his hands wandering down to your ass so he can give it a squeeze. You reach forward, cupping his crotch gently. 

“I have a request,” you say, smirking softly to hide your nerves. Or, rather, your eagerness and excitement to hear what he says. 

Flip hums, kissing you a few times. 

“Tell me.”

You rub his crotch, pressing a bit more firmly. 

“I want you to be more . . . I don’t know . . . Aggressive with me,” you say, staring up at him as you touch him. He seems surprised, or interested at least, and you offer him a small smile. “If you’d be comfortable with that–”

Flip tugs you forward, then pins you against the wall by the front door with a bit more force than he would normally use. Your breath catches in your throat. 

“Like that?” he asks, voice low. You nod. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Flip,” you breathe, nodding again. “Like that.”

He looks you over for a moment before pressing his hand between your thighs. 

“I wanna taste you,” he says firmly. “Pants and underwear off. Get on the couch.” 

You hurry to listen, pussy throbbing with arousal. As you do this, Flip unbuckles his belt, tosses it to the floor, unzips his jeans, and pulls his cock out. He strokes himself as he steps towards you, a new-found wave of neediness hitting him when he sees the way you’re looking at him. 

“Good girl,” Flip tells you as you spread your legs for him. He settles between them, observing the way your entrance clenches and unclenches out of desperation for a moment before he leans in to lick up your wetness. 

You groan, hands instinctively moving down to tug and grip at his hair. He grunts into your pussy, then says: “Mm. So wet for me. You needed me bad, hm?” 

You nod even though he can’t see you, then mumble out a soft, “Y-Yes!” 

“Dirty girl needed me all fucking night, hm? Were you thinking about this?” he asks. You groan in response. He smacks your thigh. “Answer me.” 

“Yes, Flip, mmm . . . W-Was thinking about you a-all fucking evening . . .”

Flip reaches down to touch himself as he eats your pussy, and he sighs shakily before resuming his actions.

“F-Fuck, gonna cum–” 

“Ask for permission,” Flip says, cutting you off, and you have to tighten your core in order to not climax right then and there. He sucks at your clit harder. “Go on. Ask me. Beg me.”

He’s so into this, so into you, and–

“Please! Please, c-can I cum?” you ask, hips stuttering as you hold off your orgasm. 

“Mm, mhm,” Flip hums, looking up at you. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

You let go, not needing to be told twice as your orgasm crashes over you. 

“S-Shit! Fuck, Flip!” you groan, pushing your hips up against his mouth. He takes you through you orgasm, then looks up at you as he leans up and kisses you firmly. 

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he breathes. “And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. Understand?” 

You nod quickly. 

“Yes. Y-Yes, Flip. Please . . .”

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[in-the-shadow-of-the-blog]

Under the Mistletoe with Aesop Sharp

Summary: Mistletoe above the potions master's classroom door?? (Aesop Sharp x unnamed/unspecified female character)

Rating: PG

Words: 700

A/N: I tried to be extra vague with this one, to make it easier to imagine your student/faculty/whomever OC. Hopefully it doesn't detract overall. Only had a light proofread so I apologize for any errors!

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No one knew who put it there, though Garreth was the prime suspect among students. What surprised everyone the most was that Professor Sharp hadn’t removed it. A little sprig of green leaves and white berries remained fixed above the classroom doorway, the potions master striding underneath it without a glance.

"Do you think he hasn't noticed?"

"The man notices everything!"

"Why hasn't he gotten rid of it, then?"

The whispering students fell silent, looking up sheepishly to see the man in question glaring down at them.

"This rousing conversation is about your assignment, I trust?"

"Yes, Professor Sharp."

"Good."

Aesop spared them another suspicious glance before moving on to the next table.

When class had ended and the room emptied, she walked in. The very person he had been wanting to see.

"Professor Sharp?" She called out, drawing his attention from the papers on his desk.

He looked up, unable to keep the smile from his lips. The smile he wore every time he saw her face. "How may I assist you?"

"I don't suppose you have any extra dittany on hand? I've somehow let myself run out."

Aesop braced his hands on the arms of his chair as he stood. "Let me look."

She waited patiently, examining the jars and chalkboards around the classroom. Knowing Aesop hated it when someone hovered over his shoulder, she stayed back.

"Sorry, looks like I'm out as well," Aesop said behind her.

She turned in surprise, having not heard his approach. Aesop was so close, she could make out every detail of his face, the scar across his cheek, the cunning twinkle in his eye. Close enough to feel his warmth against her front.

A nervous swallow bought her just enough time to find her words. "No bother. I'll check the greenhouses."

Clearing her throat, she turned to leave the classroom, feeing Aesop's gaze on her back.

"Wait just a moment," Aesop called out.

She stopped, one foot through the doorway, and turned to look at him. Aesop approached her, a very subtle smirk forming on his lips.

"Found some." Aesop came to a stop in front of her, holding out a vial.

Her fingers close around the glass, brushing against Aesop’s palm as she takes the vial. Their eyes locked, the quiet intensity of the moment reflected in their faces. Neither of them moved, hands still indulging in the lingering touch.

Then Aesop's other hand was on her waist, pulling her close, gazing deep into her eyes. “Seems I’ve caught you under the mistletoe. We can’t break tradition, can we?”

Lips parting instinctively at his words, she glanced up at the innocuous sprig of green and white above his door, the one that had become the subject of so much gossip among the students. Good thing none of them were around to see this.

"No, we can't," she whispered back, leaning into him just enough for him to get the message of her consent.

Aesop leaned forward, lips capturing hers in a kiss that was sweet and passionate all at once. His hand cradled the back of her neck while her fingers threaded through his hair. She would happily remain like this for an eternity, letting the world slip away around them. The way Aesop's hand tugged at her hips told her he felt the same way.

A lack of air finally forced them apart, breathing heavily as Aesop pressed his forehead to hers. He had no intention of letting her go just yet. There were ten minutes before his next class, and he would not waste a single second. Not that she was trying to get away, mind.

"Were you the one who put it up there all along?" She finally asked.

Aesop shook his head. "You know me. I was hardly going to waste the opportunity."

Aesop lifted his wand, pointing it at the mistletoe above the door. Before he could cast a spell, she laid her hand on his arm, lowering it back to his side.

"Leave it," she urged. "Wouldn't it be suspicious to take it down now?"

He considered her words and nodded. "I suppose you're right. But then, cleverness is one trait I admire most in you."

While Aesop pocketed his wand, she pulled him into another kiss, stealing as much time as she could before students began wandering by. It seemed Aesop didn't suspect her ulterior motive for asking him to keep the mistletoe in place.

She was already scheming of what other potion ingredients she could run out of next.

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