#genuinely one of the most gorgeous woman i've laid eyes on

[newwavesylviaplath]

i miss early 2000s kim kardashian when she looked like she was actually armenian. bring back ethnic kim oh how i adore her.

[adventuringblind]

He Must Be Lucky!

Max Verstappen x Reader

Genre: fluff and crack

Summary: Max gets wasted and can't remember that the reader is his wife. It's endearing how much he simps bith sober and drunk.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, a wild party (at least for Max), Max being down bad

Notes: This one is for @amajixi! I hope you like it! Does anybody wanna send me asks and talk about drivers with me? Give me your most feral thoughts because I'm genuinely curious... please >_< (I even turned my anonymous asks back on please just send me things).

Side note: my fics haven't been getting much traction as they usually do. Is it something on my end? Have y'all disappeared on me? I know I shouldn't care, but y'all are the only ones that validate my writing T_T

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Max has a track record of partying hard. It's who he is, and she lives him for it. There isn't any kind of gripe of hang-up, just Max having fun and doing dumb shit that makes her laugh.

Lando is throwing a - well - a party. There was an excuse for it in the invitation, but she's too buzzed to remember it.

The echoing sound of Max's laughter ricochets off the walls. Daniel is with him, probably getting them into more trouble, but she knows Daniel will look after him. At least until he's trashed and can't get off the floor.

Alex brings her another shot glass. She has no idea what's in it, but Alex is letting loose, and she'll be damned if she doesn't partake.

He raises the shot glass in a toast. "To whatever this party is!" He cheers. They clink their glasses together and down the shots. She gags at whatever was in it.

"The fuck was that, Alex?!" She sputters.

He gives her a blank look. Really thinking hard about what he gave her. "I've got no idea."

The hours seem to tick by. The people are slowly dissipating, leaving the safety of this weird little bubble they've created.

She's lightly buzzed still, having danced off the majority of the shots Alex had her doing. The couch is her new best friend, and Lando had brought her a blanket at some point in the last twenty minutes.

A weight on the other end of the sofa catches her attention. Max, with complete adoration in his blue eyes, is staring at her. "Wow," he slurs. "You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen."

She laughs at his drunken thoughts. "You're not too bad looking yourself, babe."

The smile on his face is almost childish. It's big enough to almost fall off. His cheeks tinged a darker red with the blush adding to the alcohol flush.

"Go on a date with me? Please?" He tries to pout, but it ends up looking awkward mixed with the grin.

She flashes the ring at him. "Sorry, I'm spoken for." Alex and Lando are giggling from where they are watching this interaction unfold.

Max looks like a wounded puppy. Eye's glossing over like her might cry. "He must be such a lucky guy. You're just so perfect!"

"Awe, love, you wanna know a secret?" She leans in to whisper into Max's ear. "You married me."

If Max could hand you the world on a silver platter, he might have tried in this moment. The Dutch is vibrating in pure, unadulterated joy. Like a child who just got the ice-cream they were so desperately craving.

"Holy shit! I'm the lucky guy!"

Max smothers himself against your body. Eventually falling asleep, mumbling about how she's so amazing, and how he loves her so much. It's endearing to here his drunk affections laid bare for everyone to see.

It's the lullaby that calms her to a restful state. Fingers tangling with the softness of his hair. "You're not the only one who's lucky. I guess I'm pretty lucky, too."

[backseatsoldier]

Santa, Honey

Pairing: Phillip Graves x Original Character (Holly) CW: I've decided that "Graves" and "Phil" are two different personalities - not that Phillip Graves has DID, but that he has a facade for Shadow Company and it's very different compared to him back home... think of it as his version/his job field's version of a "customer service persona"; Santa found his Mrs. Claus?; suggestive content (we get a bit feral here, my b-) Author's Note: Happy holidays to my boyfriend! Graves was his special request when I told him I was doing these lol You say you're straight, bb, but the way you talk about some actors and fictional men makes me question that (affectionate). I love you and thank you for pretending to be Graves for me for a few minutes so I could get the beginning of this in my head lol <3 Also, this is apparently the debut for my new OC x'D

Today is the day! Shadow Company's mandatory participation Christmas Charity Event. Each year, Commander Graves handpicks a Santa and multiple elves to pass out gifts to the less fortunate children of San Antonio, Texas. It's always hosted at Rolling Oaks Mall, too.

"Commander Graves, sir...?" a hesitant voice calls from behind him.

"Yes?" Phil draws out the word with a charming smile. "How can I help you?" he asks as he turns.

Which Shadow is this? Toni? Tammi? Eh, oh well. She's shaking like a leaf-

"Um... Donny can't... be Santa... sir."

Oh. Oh.

Rage boils in Graves's blood and he takes a few long and deep breaths. He rolls his shoulders and runs his hand down his face.

"I'm going to do something. No one, not a single Shadow, will speak about this. Ever. If I catch even a whisper of it, I'll do you all worse than I did Vasqueros."

The Shadow nods quickly, clearly terrified.

"Now, quietly, go get me the Santa suit," Graves instructs.

Without another word, the Shadow is darting off to retrieve the Santa suit. Once they're out of sight and Graves is alone again, a smirk grows on his face.

"About time I got to wear the suit," he chuckles quietly.

Besides Donny being so hungover he can't open his eyes without rushing to the nearest toilet or garbage can, the charity event is going well! Lots of presents "delivered" to children and-

"Santa, baby, slip a sable under the tree... for me."

Phil immediately whips around to look for the source of that gorgeous voice. It doesn't take him long to find her. He knew there would be people performing on the small stage nearby all day. What he didn't expect was to hear and see the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

Her voice is smooth and a bit sultry, eyes a clear blue like ice, hair down and the deepest true-black Phil has ever seen as a hair color. Don't even get him started on her dress, my God-

She must have felt his eyes on her because suddenly, as she sang the line about "all the fellas she hasn't kissed", her eyes were locked on his. He's more than willing to check off her Christmas list. He would most difinitely trim her Christmas tree, too, just-

"Santa?" on of the Shadows elves whispers to him. "Santa, there's more kids waiting."

Phil clears his throat and turns back to the children with a Santa laugh.

"Well, I'm sorry, kiddos! Santa got a bit distracted," he says in his Santa voice.

"Is the Christmas Angel actually Mrs. Claus?" one of the younger children demands.

"Santa, baby, forgot to mention one little thing - a ring," the Christmas Angel - genuinely, according to the banners around her - continues singing.

Hell, she just may be Phil's new Mrs. Claus. And Phil gets what Phil wants.

"Can you keep a secret, kiddo?" Phil asks as he leans down to the child. The child, of course, nods enthusiastically. "She's the furture Mrs. Claus," he explains to the child.

The child beams up at Phil, excited to be in on the secret, before rushing off to their parents.

Not long after, Phil takes a break from being Santa. What's the first thing he does? Darts off to the nearest jewelry store in the mall. He finds a bracelet with cut gems that look similar to her eye color - Aquamarine, aoccriding to the store clerk - and immediately pays for it. He'll worry about the price much later. After the bracelet is gift-wrapped, he makes his way back towards the stage. There's only instrumental music playing over the speakers now so she must be on a break.

Perfect timing.

She's perched on the edge of the stage, legs crossed and hanging over the ledge, with her back to him as he approaches. Her head tips back as she sips from a bottle of water. Phil rounds the stage quickly and steps up next to her.

"Merry Christmas, Christmas Angel," he says to her with a smirk under the beard and gently hands her the wrapped jewelry box.

Her eyes land on the box then flash to his eyes. She looks ready to tell him off so he removes the beard - it's a downtime in the mall so there's no children running around that he'll ruin the magic for.

"Well, Kris Kringle," she smirks at him, "to what do I owe the honor of a hand-delivered gift?" Her hand delicately reaches out so her fingers slide over the box. She doesn't bother to make sure her fingers don't touch his.

"I've just come to ask Mrs. Claus why she's not at the North Pole." Phil's eyes rake over her dress, and he doesn't bother hiding that he is.

"Last I checked, Kringle," she counters with a seductive look in her eyes, "I'm your wife, not your property."

Fuuuuucking hell- think of something, Phil, or you're gonna to makes things awkward. Donny. That dumbass nearly fucked up the entire charity event and-

Had he been here, Phil wouldn't have met his new, future wife. Had Donny been in Phil's place...

Well, now he's just irritated.

"True," he chuckles. "But we could head back to the North Pole together pretty soon."

She scans his face for a moment then hums.

"Hand me your phone, Santa," she almost purrs.

He does as she asks, though, handing over his phone. As if at the speed of light, she enters her information into the phone and saves it under "Holly, the Christmas Angel". Then she hands his phone back.

"Merry Christmas, Santa," Holly winks at him then slides back so she can stand back up on the stage. Phil is left with a wink and a smirk before they're both pulled back to their stations.

A very merry Christmas indeed, Mrs. Claus.

CoD Christmas (Meet) Cuties Masterlist

[xerith-42]

OOh, I've asked this, but lets talk about Irene and Esmund- what's your take on them?

Irene and Esmund are terrible!! Irene is not meant to date men but she keeps trying to do it!! The only "man" she could have had a healthy relationship (Xavier) is very much not gendered in my brain. Like man by association but not by choice. Irene shouldn't date men.

Having said that, she and Esmund did genuinely love each other very much. They cared deeply for one another, but in very different ways. Stop me if this sounds familiar, Irene was really just looking for a guard, for a friend, for someone to help her carry the burden of the relics with her. Esmund, was looking for a lord, a lady, someone to serve because that's who he was, that's what he did. It's all he ever knew.

And then he's told to apply that to the most gorgeous woman he has ever laid his poor paladin eyes on. There was no way he wasn't going to fall in love with her. This created... Problems. To say the least. Because Esmund was trying to not let it get in the way, he was fucking trying, BUT IT'S REALLY HARD NOT TO BE IN LOVE WITH IRENE, HAVE YOU SEEN HER?!

Esmund fell hard and fast while Irene kind of settled into it, but never really because she was too busy simping for another even worse guy. And uhh, love Esmund, truly I do, he sucks. He has jealous tendencies just as bad as Araphel. He's just not as violent. He gets very defensive. He can get into this state where he assumes everyone is against him, or against Irene, and he gets irrational and he gets defensive. He doesn't directly bite back, but he's easy to set off.

Irene usually can't handle this. She loves Esmund but she can't stand it when he gets in an overly protective mood. When every time they talk it turns into him voicing another concern about something Araphel did, or complaining about how Kul'zak doesn't take his job as a relic holder seriously, or bitching about some flaw in security-- It just becomes too much for her to deal with. She's already stressed enough and she just wanted to lay her head on his shoulder and b r e a t h e.

They suffocate each other. Irene is so much. She's everything. She's literally able to save the dead. She is essential. Esmund has to protect her. She needs to be kept alive, there's so many people depending on her, and he just wants to relieve some of the weight off her shoulders. The ultimate tragedy of how these two cared for each other to the point of resentment makes me INSANE.

Even after everything... After Araphel is dead... Menphia is gone... Xavier is dying... Kul'zak and Enki are nowhere to be found... Left in O'Khasis is Irene and Esmund. Two friends, two friends who love each other so much that they hurt each other, two friends who were willing to tear the world apart to love each other.

[bridgertonbabe]

ok ik you're putting this on the back burner for now but which part of the zoo/conservatory do each sibling meet their partners

Vedmund (is this their ship name? lmao it is now): they meet in the exact same way Steve and Terri Irwin met, during a demonstration with the crocodiles. Violet, a visitor at the park, was so captivated by Edmund's zest for life and genuine love for the crocs that she thought to herself he had better be single.

Saphne: Simon had inherited his father's corporate business but used what he inherited to do some good and became an investor in Aubrey Hall Zoo. The family always welcomed him to visit to see how his money was being put to use and one day he was introduced to Daphne, who headed the zoo's centre for looking after baby animals who had been rejected by their mothers. She had handed him one of the baby chimps she had perched on her hips and as she enthused over the little guys’ growth and development, Simon fell head over heels.

Kanthony: Kate joined as one of the new zoo rangers and as soon as Anthony laid eyes on her he was besotted and insisted on giving her the grand tour, excitedly driving her around in an electric cart to show her every last enclosure and tell her all about the animals. She was a little taken aback by how animated he was, not to mention how upfront he was when he told her she was the most gorgeous woman in the world. At the end of the day, when she watched him from the crowd as he fed the penguins, holding a bucket of fish and doing a little penguin walk as the little creatures waddled after him, Kate realised she was in serious danger of falling in love with this ridiculous man.

Benophie: From an early age Benedict's favourite animal were the elephants and so obsessed was he with the gentle giants that he focused on their environmental and behaviour enrichment by teaching them to paint. The elephants loved it and everyday Benedict hosted a show where he'd pluck a member of the audience to sit and have their portrait done by the gigantic animals. One such day his eyes fell upon Sophie and without hesitation he took her hand to sit for the artistic elephant. Sophie had the brightest smile as she couldn't help giggling at the surreal experience of it all and Benedict knew then and there that this was the woman he was going to marry one day.

Polin: Penelope had met Eloise at Aubrey Hall's petting zoo when they were four years old and immediately Eloise declared that she was her friend before tugging her by the hand to show her around the zoo she had grown up in. Eloise bumped into her brother Colin, who insisted on looking after his sister and her new friend despite Eloise's grumbling that she didn't need babysitting. As Eloise wittered away about the otters, Penelope blushed at just how handsome and funny Colin was. They then watched the otters as they mucked about, fighting with each other playfully as they slipped down the water slide into their pool and Penelope giggled with glee. Colin found the little red-headed girl to be absolutely adorable and from that moment on loved Penelope unconditionally (though it would take many years for him to realise just how much he loved her).

Philloise: Eloise had been fiercely vocal that she wanted to dedicate her life to animals, proclaiming no man could ever distract her from her life's purpose; and then she laid eyes on Phillip. She had been attending a conservation conference as a family representative when Phillip Crane had taken to the stage and gave an incredibly impassioned speech about how much more work still had to be done with regards to safeguarding the endangered species that shared their planet. Pen, I've never wanted to fuck someone so much in my entire life. Had been the text she had sent after she gave him a standing ovation and then proceeded to extend an invitation for him to visit Aubrey Hall. She was shocked when he visited with his twins, not realising he was a father, but she warmed to Oliver and Amanda instantly when she showed them the tarantulas and even let them hold them. Phillip had never met anyone quite like Eloise before and seeing the way she was with his kids gave him a gut feeling that he had been waiting for her his whole life.

Franchel: Michael Stirling was as revered as the Bridgertons, working as a documentary film-maker following the lives of wild animals in their natural habitat. He had worked with Colin on several projects over the years but he had never actually visited Aubrey Hall until he returned home after several years abroad working on his films. He was guided around the zoo by the Bridgertons, each of them taking over from the other as he visited each enclosure, and then he reached the reptile house and met Francesca, who casually had a python snake draped over her shoulders. As taken as Michael was by her beauty, he was also taken aback with worry at the weighty animal slithering around her neck. "Don't worry," she said, "I'm used to handling big snakes." she remarked and raised a suggestive eyebrow at him - and with that, Michael's new ambition was to make Francesca Bridgerton his wife.

Hyareth: Agatha Danbury was an old family friend of the Bridgertons who had recently taken in her grandson, Gareth, after his dad had kicked him out. To cheer him up she took him to Aubrey Hall Zoo, knowing the Bridgertons would be more than welcoming to treat him to a tour behind the scenes. They were greeted by the ever vivacious Hyacinth, who immediately began talking nineteen to the dozen as she showed them around, giving them detailed accounts about all the animals, divulging entire life stories about every last creature. When they stopped by the alpacas, Hyacinth launched into an ongoing saga about the drama going on between the creatures, talking about a love triangle and how one of the males spat in the other’s face and how they’re not sure who the father of the female alpaca’s baby is. She regaled the drama to them like it was her favourite soap opera and Gareth had never been so entertained and enthralled by a girl before, and all the while Agatha wore a smug smirk on her lips, knowing Hyacinth would be perfect for her grandson.

Grucy: Lucy starts work at Aubrey Hall Zoo and joins the captive breeding program, assisting endangered animals in procreating and setting up transfers between wildlife parks. During her lunch hour she sits on a bench by the wolf enclosure, transfixed on the beautiful creatures that she’s been in awe of since she was a girl. Gregory notices the beautiful new staff member and starts to join her for lunch, bringing sandwiches with him that he’s made specially for her. As easy to love as Gregory is, Lucy tries not to fall for him, not wanting another person in her life to let her down just like her uncle, her brother, and even her best friend had done. When Gregory one day asks what she loves so much about wolves, she simply says that she kind of relates to them, feeling like a lone wolf herself. “A lone wolf by choice?” he asks her, with her faraway stare being more than enough to answer the question. “You could be part of the pack, if you wanted? It’s my family’s ethos to make sure no creature ever gets left behind - and you, Lucy? I’d stay by your side forever if you wanted me to.” And really, Lucy was a fool to think she could resist falling in love with him. 

[spencestyles]

Love Letters

summary: the one where spencer and y/n have similar vows at their wedding reception

pairing: spencer x BAU!Fem!reader

warnings: fluff, daddy issue shaming (if you really squint it’s more of a joke), suggestive content (lowkey)

words: 1k+

enjoy!!!! i really like this one!!!

"I've been writing y/n letters ever since our first date," Spencer began, reciting his speech he had been practicing for months for your wedding reception. "It started as a way for her to know that I cared about her. Then it was our secret way to communicate around the team. Then it became just our thing. I always wrote her a letter, on special occasions, after a tough case, when I thought her hair looked nice. They could have been the simplest letter. I think one even said I like the color you painted your nails. Any way for me to tell her I loved her no matter how big or small."

You had a small tear down your cheek as you looked at your now husband.

"I also have a diary that I write in especially a few years ago, less now that I have y/n," Spencer laughed. "But I found this one entry that I think is important I share with everyone.

Dear Diary,

Today a new agent joined the team. Her name is y/n and she is a few years younger than me. She is very smart, but doesn't like to flaunt it. On the jet earlier, she listened to my facts. Actually listened. And she was interested in my facts. She was the first one to realize the unsub was a woman and not a man. No one could have realized it until she noticed the unsub was going after people she wished to be. I really like her, and I know my therapist says not to trust people so easily, but y/n is different. I genuinely laughed today. Everything about her is perfect. She has the brightest smile and eyes like the ocean. Maybe I'll try to ask her out, but I don't think I'm her type. She was really friendly with Hotch, maybe shes into older guys.”

“WHAT?!” you screamed, eyes bludgeoned. “No hate Arron, but what Spencer?”

“Okay continuing, I'm still going to become friends with her. I think we will be really good friends.

So obviously I was very unsure about if this day would ever happen. If me now told me then I was getting married to y/n I probably would have asked if I drugged her, but no I didn't. I love you y/n Reid." Everyone clapped for Spencer and now it was your turn to speak, you and Spencer decided on doing small speeches during the reception instead of doing long vows.

Spencer handed you the microphone signalling for your speech to begin, "As Spencer earlier said Spencer wrote me a lot of love letters. I mean a lot. I think Spencer thought I threw them out, but I have kept every one since the first time he wrote one. When I counted I think there was well over 600. It hit 600 and I stopped counting. So I decided today would be the perfect time to share some of my favorites.

Dear y/n,

I can't believe you agreed to go on a date with me. I will pick you up at seven, wear something nice. You'll look gorgeous in anything. After dinner I was thinking we could watch Star Trek at my apartment, let me know your thoughts. I think it is smart of us to keep this a secret from the team, at least until things become serious.

Yours truly,

Spencer

Dear y/n,

Today marks three months of dating behind the teams back. I can't believe they haven't figured it out. Some profilers they are. The past three months have been the best three months of my life. I can't wait to see how beautiful you look at Rossi's tonight, hopefully I won't blow our cover.

Always and forever,

Spencer

Dear y/n,

The past six months with you have been amazing. I will never be more grateful than right now, you're finally going to move in with me. I know when I asked you two months ago you were nervous, but now I think it may be time to tell the team about us. They're our family and they deserve to know. Tell me what you think about tonight, I'll pick you up at seven. Wear that one low cut dress I love on you.

Always and forever,

Spencer

Dear y/n,

I can't believe we finally told the team and I can't believed they had bets. Now I can kiss you, hug you, and love you all the time. Also you don't have to wake up early to cover your neck, I want them to know you're mine. I can't wait to stop having to room with Derek on cases, it got annoying when he'd keep asking me if I ever got laid. I want you to come with me to Las Vegas on our next break. You can meet my mom, she already knows about you.

Always and forever,

Spencer

Dear y/n,

You scared me during yesterdays case. I thought I lost you. I know we can't mix relationships and work, but seeing you bleed like that scared me. Meet me at the park we had out first date at tonight at six. I want to talk.

Always and forever,

Spencer

Dear y/n,

I can't believe we're finally engaged. I've spent the last year and a half loving you and the past five years being your best friend. I can't wait for forever.

I love you,

Spencer

These ones are obviously from the most important moments in our relationship and I will forever cherish these letters. Spencer Reid I love you so much. Here is to official always and forever." You looked over at Spencer who was smiling with teary eyes. He was shocked you kept all the letters. Spencer engulfed you into a hug.

"Always and forever."

[saitama-division]

The doorbell to the Miyuki household is heard, plus a knock on their front door. Sayaka goes to answer it. Opening the door she finds no one is there. Looking down she spots something on the doorstep.

Two boxes were on the floor, one large pink and a small black, each with “To Sayaka Miyuki” on them. Seeing they were for her, the brunette picked them up and carried both boxes into the kitchen. Deciding to open the bigger pink box first, her eyes grew wide at what was inside.

Inside the box was a white and pink cake decorated with several macarons on top. On top of the cake laid a simple pink card. Opening the card Sayaka found the messy writing of a certain someone from Edogawa and began reading it.

“Dear Auntie Sayaka, (Hope you don't mind me calling you that!)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I made a cake for you! I wasn't entirely sure what was your favorite flavor but the cake is vanilla while the macarons are a mix of strawberry and raspberry. I hope you, Yoshiko-chan, and your team enjoys it.

From,

Kanra Akemi”

Giving a small smile to what Kanra had called her Sayaka turned her attention to the small black box. Unraveling the white ribbon Sayaka opened the gift curious as to what was inside. Sayaka couldn't help but start choking at what was inside. 

Inside the case was a gorgeous bracelet made of white and pink diamonds. Picking it up gingerly Sayaka could help but wonder are those real diamonds? Noticing that a card was underneath the gift Sayaka picked it up and opened it seeing a letter written in some of the most beautiful handwriting she had ever seen.

“Dear Sayaka-san,

May you have a Happy Birthday. Forgive me for not being able to hand you your gift in person but work has left me quite busy recently. These bodies aren't going to autopsy themselves you know? I wasn't quite sure what to get you but I do hope you enjoy what I picked out from you. I managed to get an old contact of mine in Italy to get this specialty made. They’ve been making handcrafted jewelry for decades and I've gone to them for all my jewelry. Once again I wish you a lovely Happy Birthday.

Sincerely,

Yuriko Kuromiya

P.S. Just in case you were wondering yes the diamonds are genuine.”

In Edogawa Division…

“You got Sayaka a what?”

“A diamond bracelet? Why? Was that a little too much?”

“Who told you to get her that?”

“My old mentor.”

“You mean the same old mentor who currently runs Europe’s most extensive information network while disguising it as a high-class brothel in Italy?”

“Yes?”

“Yuriko think about what I just said and get back to me on what’s wrong with that sentence.”

Sayaka looked at the gifts in front of her, a smile etched onto her face. Picking up one of the macarons, she took a bite out of it and her eyes sparkled at the flavor, it was quite good, very good actually, the woman had to stop herself from devouring the whole thing. Placing the cake on the counter of her kitchen, the brunette woman turned her attention back to the other gift, gently picking up the bracelet, she slipped it on her wrist and was pleasantly surprised to find it a perfect fit…how exactly did Yuriko know her size? Oh well, she couldn’t say she wasn’t happy, she just wondered how was she going to repay Yuriko and Kanra back for their kindness.

Walking into the kitchen were Lola and Kureha, they stopped short, however, when they saw Sayaka admiring her bracelet.

Lola whistled, “Damn sweetness, are those actual diamonds?” She walked over to the counter where the cake was and swiped a macaron, taking a bite and humming delightfully at the taste.

Sayaka nodded, “Yes, this was a gift from Yuriko-san! The cake however was from my lovely niece, Kanra.”

Both girls choked, Lola from the macaron and Kureha from the shock at what her mother figure said.

“YURIKO/NIECE?!”

“Yes…? Did I say something wrong?”

Thank you for the gift!

[miss-smutty]

Forbidden

Chapter 1

A/N- I've teased y'all for so long I hope this series is going to live up to expectations, I'm confident it will though because I'm addicted and it's been super easy for me to write - I'm up to chapter 3 so far so updates can be on time! There's a slight age gap between my professor Hemsy and OC Jess but she's twenty and completely legal. You know this is gunna be a giant tease fest for the first couple of chapters cos that sexual tension is fucking gold 🥵

Summary- Jess meets the man of her dreams and then stupidly leaves without getting his number. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 1.5 K

Pairing- Professor!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, age gap

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

@skyfullofsong123 @swaggysposts

Chapter 2

I pulled out a chair at the last available table in the unusually busy coffee shop, I thought I might've caught a break choosing the one outside of campus but alas I was wrong.

I was about to sit down when the chair opposite me slid out from under the table, my eyes lifted to meet with the most sparkly blue eyes i'd ever seen. The sight of him took my breath away. Literally.

I stood staring, frozen on the spot, my mouth slightly ajar as I looked him up and down. He was tall, so tall, definitely over 6ft and built like a dream. Thick thighs straining against his fitted trousers, wide muscular shoulders and I just knew there was a six-pack hiding behind that tight t-shirt. 

"Sorry. You were here first, I'll just grab a take-out." He smirked a side smile, amused at how I was so obviously checking him out but his sexy Australian accent distracted you from anything else.

"It's fine, I'm on my own. I don't mind if you want to sit there too." I mentally face palmed myself, drawing attention to the fact I was alone wasn't the best idea but then again he was alone too. "I don't bite." I added trying my best to flirt.

It seemed to work, he smiled at me as he sat down and I took the time to admire his handsome face. He was quite clearly a lot older than me, the laughter lines around his eyes a tell tale sign but he was still quite possibly the best looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was fair and the short beard framed his face perfectly but the one thing that stood out the most were those piercing ocean-blue eyes.

"So do you come here often?" I cocked my eyebrow at him over my coffee cup making him laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, it's been a while." He said nervously, running his hand through his hair.

"It's been a while since you spoke to a stranger or…?" I questioned casually.

"It's been a while since I spoke to an attractive woman." He finished, his eyes sparkling as he watched me almost choke on my drink.

"Oh, I err…. I don't think you're doing too badly." I absentmindedly circled my finger around the rim of my cup, crossing my leg over my other and accidently rubbing my foot up his leg. My cheeks felt hot and flushed as I looked up into his eyes and saw him smiling slyly.

"Evidently. We're already playing footsie under the table." He smiled widely, a genuine smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. I smiled back at him shyly, thinking of something to say to change the subject before I ended up looking like a tomato.

"What part of Australia are you from?"

"I'm originally from Melbourne but I lived in Byron Bay before I came to America." 

"Awesome. I've always wanted to go to Australia, the Spiders put me off though." 

"Yeah I think they put most people off but in heavily populated areas they stay pretty much hidden, I think it's the size that scare people." How have I made this conversation go from flirting to talking about spiders? And how do I get back to flirting?

"Are we still talking about spiders?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly and laughed at the innuendo, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I noticed something in his eyes when I did so, a hunger, just a little flash and then it was gone again. I'm sure I didn't imagine it though because his eyes lingered on my exposed shoulders.

I checked my watch subtly, not wanting him to think he was boring me but I had to get to class and couldn't be late again, not when this semester had only just started.

"I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to run, I'm going to be late. It was really nice meeting you." I gathered up my bags, ready to leave.

"Already? You've only just got here." He looked disappointed, his smile fading. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something else and then closed again when he saw I was ready to leave. "It was really nice to meet you too, hopefully I'll see you again." His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine, standing from his chair to get the door for me. I felt fireworks when his hand brushed against the small of my back and his face lingered close to mine. The tension was unreal, like we were the only people in the room as his eyes hungrily stared into my soul, undressing me with his eyes. My heart stopped beating when his face moved closer to mine so I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of coffee and his aftershave filling my nostrils. I paused, my feet routed to the spot, I wanted him to kiss me so badly but I moved away at the last minute. Surely he wasn't actually going to kiss me, we'd only just met, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it?

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I spent most of class daydreaming about my tall handsome stranger and the way he looked at me but most of all how I didn't even get his name. Or his number.

Now I was feeling sorry for myself because it would just be my luck to meet the man of my dreams and then never see him again. So I'd moped about all day and avoided the invitations for drinks after class. Instead I'd

gotten home early, changed into some sweats and settled myself in front of the TV for the night.

"What's up with your face?" My roommate, Ellie said as she walked into our room, throwing her bags onto her bed.

"What're you talking about?" 

"Your face. Looks like you're chewing on a wasp."

"Feeling sorry for myself." I pout pathetically.

"Why, what've you done now?" She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and throwing her legs up onto the bed. I felt so lucky to have a roommate like Ellie, during our freshman year she'd become my best friend practically straight away and now after two years together we were practically sisters.

I sat up in bed cross legged and faced Ellie, getting myself ready to spill my misfortunes of the day with her.

"Well, I went to Impresso's this morning to get my morning coffee before class." She nodded, showing her enthusiasm by also sitting cross legged on her own bed, facing me. "And it was packed full of students, there was only one table left. So I went to grab it as soon as I could." She raised her eyebrow at me, wondering where I was going with the story. "And I kid you not, the most attractive man I have ever seen, pulls out the chair opposite me." 

"Oh my god! No way. Did you talk? Oh my god, this is like the perfect chick flick. Carry on." I smiled at her excitement.

"I told him I didn't mind if he sat there, I mean of course I didn't mind, you should've seen him El. Oh, oh, oh I almost forgot" I flapped my hands, bouncing on the spot. "He was fucking Australian."

"Fuck off, you're lying. Drop dead gorgeous with the sexiest accent ever. How is this even real? Now remind me why you're sat there with a face like a slapped arse?" 

"I panicked when I had to leave, didn't want to be late for class and I didn't get his number, didn't even give him chance to ask for mine." 

"Wow! Ok, now I understand. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was panicking and you know what I'm like when I panic." You sulk.

"It's ok, maybe you'll bump into him again."

"Yeah, right. I should be so lucky."

"Cheer up." she says throwing a cushion at me. "There's a party at Alpha Kappa this weekend, I'm sure we can find you someone to help get over your mystery man. Or under should I say?" She raised her eyebrow at me, smiling slyly and making me laugh. She always did know how to cheer me up and maybe a party is what I needed.

There must be some good looking boys around campus that could make me forget about my Australian hunk. Surely? I thought about the guys I'd seen around campus, the guys I'd seen at frat parties and that's definitely not what I wanted. How could a twenty year old boy match to the masculine, experienced man I met this morning. My mind was set, I'd dipped my feet ever slightly into the mature pool and that's what I wanted more than anything. There was always something missing with previous boyfriends and I was tired of all the game playing. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again. If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

[lunaofthevalley]

This is not Another Cinderella Story

Steve Rogers x Reader

Plot: She was an ordinary girl with a not so ordinary crush, and he was a not so ordinary guy with an ordinary wish.

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Dear Ms. Y/N Y/L/N,

As a hard working member of both Stark Industries and the Avengers Compound, it is with great pleasure that we inform you that you have been cordially invited to attend the Celebration Gala taking place next weekend to commemorate Mr. Starks 49th birthday.

The Gala will be taking place at the Stark Tower on the date of May 29th. It will be an elegant occasion and the theme will be a masquerade ball. It is required that those in attendance are in formal attire, Formal gowns for the ladies and Tuxedos for the gentlemen. And also do not forget your mask.

We hope you can attend the event. Please RSVP in advance to take you into consideration in terms of seating and food.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Pepper Potts, CEO of Stark Industries.

Y/N could only stare down at the small letter in her hand. She traced the words with her fingers as she read the message over and over again.

She had been working for Stark Industries for 4 years, it was her first job fresh out of college, and in those 4 years she had never been invited to a official Stark Event, which only the big leagues were invited to, so it was quite a surprise to find the letter sitting on her desk this morning when she came into work at the compound.

"What you got there Y/N?" Y/N looked up and saw it was Anna, her desk neighbor who had asked.

Anna was...nice, to say the least. She was a very judgmental and bossy person, but Y/N liked to see the best in people so she never complained.

"Um just some letter I got this morning." She vastly explained.

Anna pursed her lips. "Seems to me its more than just a letter."

Y/N quickly racked her head for an excuse, she didn't want to tell Anna about the Party, knowing waves of criticism would come her way is she told her she had been invited, "It's about my grandma's Will, there will be a meeting next weekend so the close family members know what they get when she, you know, passes."

It wasn't a complete lie, she did have to attend the meeting but that was in a months time, not next week end as she had just said.

"Oh, I thought it would be something more exciting, you know like the invite to Starks party."

Y/N tensed in her seat, "You were invited?"

Anna noticed the change in Y/N's mood, but thought it was due to the girl not receiving a letter. "Yeah, such a shame you didn't get one again. But hey, there's always next year right?"

Y/N nodded slowly, "Yeah, next year."

"Are you girls talking about the Stark Party?" A third voice had now joined in their conversation. Y/N and Anna looked up to see it was Dina, one of their co-workers who was stationed just down the hall. Y/N gave a tight lit smile at said woman's appearance.

If Anna was slightly Unpleasant, Dina was way worse. It's as if she had no filter and took a joy in making Y/N feel bad when she could, critiquing even the cup of coffee she would make herself in the morning.

If she thought about it, Dina and Anna were like the evil stepsisters she never had, both had lousy attitudes which she constantly had to put up with, and were also from the upper east side, which made them, more or less, one in the same.

"Oh hey Di, we were just talking about Starks party. Y/N didn't get invited again."

Dina turned to look at Y/N with a pout, "Aw sweetie, that's like the third time you don't get invited right? Such a shame, but then again you're only just a lousy secretary."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Aren't you also a secretary Dina? Last time I checked you ran Finances while I'm in charge of the Teams documents."

"I run finances for the whole company, you only make the teams time tables." That was a lie, Dina helped run the finances, she didn't actually do them for the whole company by herself.

Y/N was in charge of keeping tabs on the team, it had been her promotion once she was moved to work at the compound. She goes over their schedules, diet plans, fitness regimes, their personal finances, as well as any other doubt or problem they had, they contacted her.

Sure she had actually never met any of them in person, besides Mr. Stark and Peter, (which is a long story as to how she found out his secret), they all mostly always sent her emails or texts, which were mostly short, strange requests from Thor who had still not learned how to use a laptop.

"Besides who cares if I wasn't invited, it's just a stupid party for rich people, with rich people food." Y/N said in defense.

Anna and Dina looked quite offended by her statement.

"Just a party, how dare you? It's like one of the biggest events in New York. Anyone who is anyone is invited."

"Which is probably why Y/N here wasn't invited." Dina smirked.

Y/N was about to reply when she noticed Dina and Anna's attention had shifted elsewhere. She looked behind her towards where the other two were staring and was met with the view of one Steven Grant Rogers.

He was entering the room some files in his hands, which she guessed he was taking down to the Operations department.

It was very hard not to look at him, he oozed confidence and his general aura seemed to pull anyone to him.

Y/N had seen him a variety of times during the last couple of years and she had always liked him, not only as a person, but also like like him. She wouldn't lie, like 75% of the female staff she found Steve attractive, but besides that Y/N was attracted to his person.

He was a genuinely nice guy from what she could tell, old school manners with enough modern charm that he was what woman would define as a perfect man. Sure she didn't actually know him that well, but she knew enough from 2 years worth of emailing back and forth.

"Oh isn't he one fine specimen of a men." Anna spoke up after a few silent minutes.

Dina nodded in agreement, "I would let him do anything to me. Just look at those arms, they're so thick and nice, his thighs too."

The situation had gone from okay to very unpleasant for Y/N, she had no desires in knowing what Dina would let Steve do to her.

Y/N turned around in her seat to face them again, "He's alright, I guess." She would never tell them of the crush she had developed on Steve, she didn't want to hear how undeserving she was of him.

"If that's your opinion of him I think you need to get your glasses fixed hun," Anna told her as she turned her gaze away from Steve.

"Leave her, much less competition for us in terms of winning him over." Dina stated, "god I hope I get to dance with him next weekend. I've been waiting for a dance since I first laid eyes on him."

"How will you know it's him? It's going to be a masquerade ball Dina, everyone will be wearing a mask." Y/N sasses.

Dina looked down at Y/N like she was a toddler about to be scolded, "Have you seen the size of that man? he's not hard to miss Y/N. Even with a mask I could tell who he is, he's the most well built on the team."

"Actually all of them are pretty well built, as you call it," She argued back, "Sam, James, Clint, Rhodes, even Mr.Stark. The only one who isn't is Dr.Banner, but that's another thing completely."

"Whose James?" Anna asked

Y/N turned back to look at her, not knowing if she was kidding or not, "James as in James Buchanan Barnes...better known as Bucky. Y'know Steve's best friend from the 40s, the only other super soldier on the team."

Anna still seemed confused so she turned to Dina, "The ex-soviet spy, the murderer." She explained.

Y/N turned back to Dina, appalled at her way of describing Bucky, "He's not a murderer, the Winter soldier was, he was brainwashed to do those things! You can't expect to win Steve over if that's the opinion you have on James, the person he cares about and trusts most."

Dina rolled her eyes, "Ugh whatever, he's irrelevant."

"He's not irrelevant." Y/N murmured under her breath.

"I only care about Captain America and his gorgeous muscles." Dina continued. "Can't wait for next weekend when he has me in his arms spinning me around the ballroom. Such a shame you won't be there to see it Y/N, I would have loved for you to record the moment."

Y/N looked back at where Steve was standing, "Yeah, what a shame."

She would never admit it, but she too imagined what it would be like to dance with Steve.

Part 2??

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Bruce once again realized that in his panic to be understood, he'd misspoke and caused more confusion. And not only that, but he'd broken one of his personal rules and had raised his voice with one of his friends. The tone she used when speaking to him spelled out her hurt very clearly, and his face fell as he bit his lip. "I'm sorry, Nat... I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to get so upset. I just..." He let out a sigh, his voice having dropped a few notches in volume.

"I know you care about me, as a friend. I meant caring about me in a way that's more than that." He clarified, walking slowly to bridge the gap between them. "You're one of the few people I know genuinely cares about me and the Other Guy, one of the only people who didn't immediately run the other way when He came out to play... I just mean..." Bruce swallowed hard, suddenly unable to look at her as he mulled over whether or not he was going to fess up to her about his feelings. Apparently she'd been mildly curious this whole time and he was just stupid, so it couldn't hurt... But he was terrified nonetheless.

"What I mean is that you're everything someone like me doesn't deserve... You're beautiful, literally the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid eyes on, and you're so intelligent- honestly more so than most of my past colleagues. On top of that you have so many talents and hobbies, and a drive to do what's right and overcome hardships... And I'm me." His dark eyes finally looked into hers, a frown on his face. "I'm just Bruce. A washed up scientist with an astronomical anger problem and barely anything to his name. You deserve so much more than me."

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She was so stubborn, it was both what made her so endearing and what drove him absolutely nuts. He was trying to explain himself and then trying to dig himself out of the hole he’d suddenly fell into- he hadn’t even dug it, it has just appeared. And then she was dismissive and short, but laced it with a compliment to only confuse him further. Bruce was frustrated and upset in his own right, and this was the icing on the metaphorical cake.

“I don’t give a shit about her! She was practice, and attempt to talk to someone who’s not the voice in my own damn head!” He exclaimed, hands thrown into the air. “Is it such a crime that just once I wanted to know if I could still hold someone’s interest? Aside what you’ve expressed just now, you haven’t exactly made any comments about me- why am I suddenly in trouble for assuming you didn’t give a shit about me?” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “I’m not a mind reader, Natasha. I’m not a trained spy. I can’t just magically know things, and I sure as hell wouldn’t assume someone like you wants anything to do with a guy like me.”

His exclamation had her eyes widening in surprise. It was becoming apparent that she had pressed to many buttons. Something that had been wholly unintentional. Natasha would never want to anger or frustrate Bruce, or any of the other Avengers for that matter, if she could help it. They meant a great deal to her and she already felt as though she had enough red in her ledger without adding anymore to it. 

They were her found family and that meant something to her. 

“First off, you’ve held my interest from the start. As I said, I thought you were adorable from the beginning. Even though I knew you that you became Hulk when you were angry.” Sure, there was a moment where he had frightened her. But, that was as she was still getting to know him. Before they had spent any time together. When she only knew him through his file and what others had said about him. Not for Bruce himself. 

“Second, when have we not talked when both of us were here? When I was around and not on some mission or other. Also, how could you think I don’t care about you?” She questioned with clear hurt in the tone. “I don’t treat you any differently than I do Clint. Isn’t it obvious that I care about him?” She continued, not understanding why he had missed it. 

“What do you mean….someone like me…?” She questioned, as her mood dipped hard.