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caeunot · 4 months

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johnnie x reader

new years angst (18+)

PSA: the johnnie i'm going to write about is the fictional version we all have in our minds, we truly don't know how he actually is and it's good to make a balance to avoid any uneasy or parasocial feelings when writing about a real person.

it had been a very long night for everyone, new years party's obviously only actually get started at 12 so the night only truly ends early hours of the morning. johnnie was fast asleep on his bed, the sheets unmade as he lay on top in the full clothes from night before. as he lifted his head he felt all the drinking all the smoking all the talking from the night before rush straight to his head, like a heavy boulder he has to now carry for the next 12 hours. this isn't anything new to him but that doesn't make it any more fun to deal with.

he gets up and looks at himself in his mirror, scrunching his face as he notices how he still had his makeup on, though completely different from the way it had spread all across his face messily from lying on it. he turns on the tap and splashes himself with the cold water, waking him up but also somehow making his migraine worse.

as he starts getting changed into something comfortable he starts remembering the events from the night before, as if in pieces he has to puzzle together.

one thing that remains the most prominent in his memory is the countdown for midnight, he was excited. he had a plan. he wore his best outfit and put contour and primer on his face to make that days makeup extra fancy(he never really does that). he had been anticipating this moment the whole night, his eyes darted around looking for something specific. he squeezed past a few people pushing one slightly too hard making him have to awkwardly apologize which he hated doing. but at that moment it didn't phase him and neither did the flashing lights and the aggressive music playing a bit too loudly in the background. his mind was focused on one thing only. you

his plan was that at the moment it hit 12 he would kiss you, in his mind he decided this would be the best option since if you weren't into it he could pull it off saying it was a friend thing. he was absolutely too nervous to actually just ask you out since he personally feels you are quite out of his league. he hoped this would spark something between the two of you. so that he no longer has to look away when you laugh at his jokes because of the prominent blush that would always come up on his pale skin, or the way he had to hide his enthusiasm when you were around. he was absolutely infatuated with you.

who did you think zombie was about?

but as he finally caught his eye on you with seconds to spare he started jogging towards you but as he was about to approach you, you turn to jake cupping his face and leaning in for a deep kiss. he saw the way you smiled as jake held onto your waist. the way your kiss lasted longer than the others around the room. suddenly he jolted out of his mind as he hears a knock on his bathroom door.

fuck. he thinks to himself as he puts his hand sloppily through his hair in attempt to neaten it. "yes?" he says, still sounding half asleep.

"can I talk to you" you say, wait. you say? johnnie is confused. you don't live here, he just shares this place with jake..

fuck

he bites his lip before answering, "yeah uh just- just gimmie a min I just got up". " oh ok no problem! I'll be in the living room, take your time alright?" you say, he waits for your foot steps to sound lighter before he leans against the door and slides down to the floor, hands in his hair he curses. curses how he could so easily give someone his heart and so easily let them tear it apart, even without them knowing they did. love was fucked and he was tired and his migraine was getting worse and he just wanted everything to disappear, but as much as he would love to lock himself in the bathroom forever he was also curious what you had to say to him.

around 10 minutes later he emerges from the bathroom still rubbing his towel around his wet hair from his shower, he walks into the living room to see you scrolling on your phone and his heart immediately starts aching. before you noticed he was there he took full advantage of being able to admire you, you had no makeup on which johnnie had never seen before, but god you might look even better without it.

he admired the way your hair was slightly messed up and the way you were still in the clothes from the night before, that tight black dress that has a low v neck showing off your breasts which he realized he was obsessed with, even in a normal setting you made it work.

"so what's up?" he asks sitting down next to you on the couch. "wait first before anything can i ask you a massive favour..", "hit me" he says with a half smile, "well as u can see im still sorta in my dress from last night uh.. i maybe slept over here last night and my place is pretty far and i have a splitting headache, would it be cool if i stay at your guys place tonight too?"

"oh sure no problem we don't mind! but what about your clothes? im guessing u didn't pack any extra in that handbag of yours." you shuffle in your seat feeling a lil embarrassed, "that's my second favour.. could i borrow some of yours? well uhm not yours specifically but your the only one awake at the moment and i dont wana wake poor jake"

johnnie got a bit red imagining you in his clothes, but nonetheless lent you one of his hoodies and sweats which fit you perfectly. as you were getting changed he couldn't help when his mind slipped to the fact you never wore a bra with that dress, meaning you would be wearing one of his hoodies completely bra-less which turned him on much more than he would have hoped for, especially since the two of you agreed to go get something to eat after you get changed.

the car ride was very silent and it was freaking johnnie out a little, once you two have ordered your food and are started waiting you decide to break the silence, "if im being real, i got wayy too blasted last night like i honestly don't even remember talking to you.. at one point i wasn't even sure if you were there, but saying that i barely remember anyone i spoke to haha". johnnie lets out a small laugh, "dont worry abt not seeing me, im not a party guy i always end up lurking in the shadows like a vampire instead of making conversation." you turn your head to the window looking out at the sun as it melts like honey into the blue sky as it sets.

the two of you ended up eating in the car because you guys were so hungry. as you guys made it back inside the house you see jake facetiming someone on his phone, you sneak up behind him and shove him a little while going "BAH", which made him jump like a cartoon character. "fuck you y/n im on a call" "not my fault your a scaredy cat", "dude that's just wrong im braver than u and johnnie combined okay" you guys laugh and jake takes his call to his room, leaving you and johnnie alone again.

"i like how he didn't ask why im still here" you ask slumping onto the nearest couch. "i think you scared him too much that he stopped thinking for a sec" he said plonking himself next to you.

"you down to watch a movie?" you ask, "sure sounds good! i mean what else is there to do anyways". "perfect ill choose kay!! since im the guest i get privileges heh", "whatever makes u happy miss y/n" he says giving a genuine smile which made your heart race slightly.

the movie dragged on for johnnie, not that it was a bad movie but for the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about how close you guys sat next to each other, plus the way you were still wearing his clothes and how absolutely gorgeous you looked in them. all of a sudden you turned towards johnnie as he was staring at you by accident, the two of you sat there in silence for a little before you broke it

"uh johnnie can i be honest with you", "sure y/n, what's up". "well let me get straight to the point, by the time it hit new years.. did you see who i kissed?" johnnie tilted his head in confusion, "you kissed jake.. don't you remember?". "honestly i don't remember anything past 11pm.. when i said i was blasted i really meant blasted. well the reason im asking is because there was someone specific i wanted to kiss"

"oh really? and who was that". "it uhm was you"

johnnie felt his face start heating up and without thinking he immediately pulled your face in for a deep kiss, "johnnie.." you whisper as the kiss ended, his hands still on your face and the two of you close enough to where you could see all the pores on face and feel his cool breath against your lips.

he doesn't respond, even the kiss took him off guard and he initiated it! he realized that you reciprocated his kiss and that gave him enough motivation to lean in for another, this one was more sloppy and more intense. you two wanted each other badly and it was visible, as some tongue was slipped you climbed on top of johnnie and felt his bulge already from his thin pants. that turned you on even more and you accidentally let out a small moan.

you started to feel johnnies hands gently hold your waist from under the hoodie, you started to get a tingly feeling as he gently graced his hands higher and higher till he reached your boobs, he let out a small whimper as he gripped and played your breasts. you take your hands from his neck and instead use them to take off the hoodie itself giving him a full view of your boobs now making him gasp mid kiss.

you start grinding on him gently while taking his shirt off, once its off you slowly get off of him and pull down his pants, "are you sure?" he said shakily as he sat more forward on the couch preparing for what's coming, "you don't know how long I've wanted to do this, yes baby i'm sure" you say which made him go even redder and before you get on your knees you see him biting down an excited smile.

as you pull his boxers down you take your hand and gently rub it back and forth before taking your tongue and starting right at the base, giving a mix of wet kisses and licks as you slowly go higher and higher. when you finally get to the tip you hear a small whimper and you feel the top of your hair being grabbed desperately, you slowly put the tip fully inside your mouth moving it gently back and forth and going faster and faster deeper and deeper making his member twitch inside of his mouth and as you start hearing him moan deeply you realize he has already hit his climax and ends up finishing inside your mouth. when he was done you take your mouth off with a plop and immediately go back up to johnnies absolutely flustered face, you have never seen him look so submissive.

without hesitation you kiss him with his cum still inside your mouth, making a mess as it spills onto both of your chests.

johnnie sighs in delight "fuck y/n how did you do that" -when he knew exactly how :)

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gaias-space · 4 months

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Dean Winchester X Fem! Reader

(Mark of cane Dean, Smut! Angst!, CreamPie, rough sex, extremely kink friendly, ends with fluff slight CNC energy, NSFW 18+ minors DNI)

WARNING: there’s some scenes that are just on the borderline of CNC. Everything characters do are consented even if portrayed it’s not. This may be triggering to some please keep in mind before reading xx PSA/ please practise safe sex and always discuss limits and CONSENT with your partner/s. Much love - Gaia

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/gaias-space/736867184592240640/dean-winchester-x-fem-reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Dean hasn’t been himself lately since he received the mark of cane. He’s angrier, more distant, more agitated. And all you want is a little attention from your boyfriend. Dean doesn’t take it well.

Sam and Dean were sitting at the table in the bunker, reading up on a new case that came in. You had just dressed from showering and come out to greet the boys. “Hey Sammy, any updates on the case?” You sit on an empty seat. Sam goes to respond when you’re both interrupted by a loud annoyed sigh from Dean. You glance over but don’t say anything. ‘What’s up his ass? He’s been like this all week’ you think to yourself. “Well uh, at the moment y/n we haven’t found much. Still reading up for something to help us” Sam sighs. “We’re really stuck on this one”. Sam shares a smile than digs his head back into his book. You look at Dean whose eyes never leave the laptop. “Dean…you alright?” You ask softly. You watch as he grinds his teeth and rolls his eyes. What had you done for him to be so frustrated with you? He didn’t reply he continued to read whatever was on the laptop. You look at Sam who notices deans demeanour. He sends you a shrug and a sympathetic look.

The room was quite for some time before you turn to Dean again you go to open your mouth but your interrupted. “Can you just sit fucking still and be alone for five minutes? God!” He snaps. You jolt in your seat, startled by his words. Sam looks at Dean confused and just as suprised. “Can’t be alone without attention from her boyfriend, always whining and complaining.” He seethed. “Me and sam are busy if that isn’t obvious enough!” You gulp and feel tears burn your eyes already. “Dean…I-i uh.. u wasn’t trying to-to bother you…” you wipe your rolling tears, hurt from how loud he was yelling. This wasn’t like him, the mark had changed him too much. How much longer would you have to deal with this? We needed to break this curse soon. Dean smirks at you seeing you cry and you feel your heart ache more. Your blood boils watching him enjoy your pain. “You don’t have to be such an asshole!” You scream out. Dean raises a brow and stands up slowly. Anger fuelling him instantly. “Sam…leave” his voice deep, dark and cold. Sam gets up “Dean I don’t think this is a-“

“LEAVE SAM! NOW!” His yell shakes you and you step back afraid. An annoyed sigh leaves Sam and he leaves the bunker. Once you and Dean both hear Sam’s bedroom door shut you knew shit was going to go down. You swallow hard and watch as Dean stalks toward you like a predator hungry for his prey. “Don’t mean to whine and bother me huh? Then why the hell are you complaining?” His hand grips your jaw abruptly, holding you in place. Your back was now against the wall, his large hand holding your face…you were trapped. “I just want my Dean back…” you whimper. His eyes roll and he leans in close to you. His lips near your ear, his hot breath on your neck. His voice dropped practically to a whisper, toke dripping with fury. “No you want intention… your practically ….begging for my attention huh? “ he clicks his tongue “well, you got it then” your eyes meet his confusion spreading across your face. He was angry, dark and intimidating. But something about the way he looked at you, the way he worded every insult felt…good. “I …I wasn’t begging…” you whimper. “You have been so cruel to me…”.

A low chuckle escapes Dean and the grip on your jaw tightened. He steps closer, his body pressed against you. “And you don’t deserve any better than that” he hissed through gritted teeth. His eyes cold and hard as ever. Tears roll down your cheeks again, your body and mind was confused. You hated how he was acting, your heart was hurting and desperate for the Dean you knew back. But another part of you was enjoying this dominant side of him. It hurt in a way that felt so good. But you didn’t want to fall into defeat yet. Perhaps your body was playing tricks on you. “This isnt you Dean! It’s not….you can’t do this” You cry out. His eyes darkened more, his face contorting in rage. “Oh you think you know me? Think you know anything about me? Ha!” His sadistic and playful tone sent shivers down your spine. His voice than became quieter, angrier and darker. “You don’t know what I’m capable of sweetheart”. His nose practically touching yours, the heat in the room thickens. Every step, every breathe became more intense with each passing moment.

Your skin pricked again when you feel his lips against your ear again. His tone filled with venom and hatred…and a hint of lust. Was he going to hurt you? Or fuck you? You thought. Dean was angry, yes. He’ll furious even. But there was sedecution and lust laced in his venomous words. You’d barely spoken this week, and hadn’t had sex since he got the mark. Perhaps both of you had pent up energy. There was only one way to find out what he truly wanted to do. You suck in a deep breath and look deep into his eyes. “Then show me” you say. A dark grin crosses his face, a mixture of fear and arousal flowed through your body, heat rushing to your core. Without any warning Dean suddenly sweeps you up with a strength you didn’t know he was even capable of, and carry’s you to the couch. He roughly throws you down, yet supports your head as he does. That sweet loving side was still in there…even if it was deep down. Still blushing hard, your mind racing with thoughts and confused emotions, you watch as he Falls to his knees in front of you.

His grin comes back and he looks into your eyes with a dark desire like no other. “You want me to show you? Say please and I might consider it…or perhaps I won’t let you have a choice at all”. His voice sounded so delicious your face heats up, struggling to form a coherent word. You feel heat growing between your thighs, arousal now soaking your panties. Something about the way he was rough with you had your body aching for him you were desperate. All this pent up sexual tension had led to this very moment. “P-please” you whimper, your eyes pouting and lashes batting. You’d never seen him like this before and with all your words protesting your hate for this, your body loved it. And you gave in. His hands grip your knees harshly and rip them apart, a small gasp escapes your lips. His hands roll up your skirt to your stomach exposing you in pretty pink panties.

“Please what huh?”

His eyes look at you hungrily. Your cheeks flush “you know what…” you whine struggling to say the words. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Oh but sweetie…I don’t know. Please clarify for me” he teased. You sigh in defeat, as embarrassed as you were if you were going to get any relief from this deep aching desire for him, you knew you had to comply. “P-please sir” you beg softly, the blush on your face intensifies. You felt so embarrassed begging for him. But it was so, so fucking hot. Your body needed this. His head bows and he’s Inches from your heat. He begins to roughly kiss and bite your thighs, loud moans and gaps already falling out of you. You arch your back, shoving your hips closer, desperately needing his touch, aching for a release. You feel his nose touch the cotton fabric of your panties yes yes yes! You so badly want to say. Suddenly you feel him drop his hands and sit back up. NO! You scream inside. You watch Dean smirk knowing how bad you needed this. He watched as your body shook, your panties dampened more, and the way your body reacted to every touch. “Beg for it” he demands, his voice a low growl. “Wh-what?” You stutter. “B-beg for what…?”

Dean chuckles at you enjoying seeing his innocent baby such a mess. “Beg. Me. To. Touch you”. Your breathing heavy, chest rising and falling hard and fast, was this really happening? Your thighs were practically shaking with need. You groan in defeat again head rolling back “please! Please Dean I need you. I need you to touch me please!” You cry out trying to reach out for him. With one last sadistic and teasing chuckle Dean gets back down on his knees and rips your legs open again. This time he doesn’t play around. He traces his finger over your panties touching the soaked material. “Mmmm so fucking wet for me. And you say you’re not desperate” he mocks. You whimper with need and the sound you make sends shivers down his spine. His finger tucks under the waistband of your panties and in a swift move his strong hands rip them off. “Oh my god..” you gasp. He had become much stronger lately…

Before you can think more his tongue dives straight onto you and you gasp loudly. “Fuck!” You cry. His tongue laps up the juices flowing out of you, teasing your folds flicking his tongue all over but avoiding that sweet spot. Anything from him was better than nothing, the sensation already driving you insane. Dean growls in pleasure enjoying licking your folds, teasing your hole then finally sucking on your clit. You cry out in pleasure your head rolling back, hands gripping the couch beneath you. Your hips roll riding his tongue, pleasure tightening deep inside your core. “Oh d-Dean fuck!” You felt yourself already coming close to the edge. Dean smiles against your clit watching your facial expressions as he flicks his tongue and sucks. It was a beautiful and addicting sight. He slides a finger inside you and watches you gasp at the sudden sensation. “Fuck your so tight”. He adds a second finger and feels you clench around him. Your moans falling endlessly out your mouth your hips grinding against his fingers and tongue. “D-Dean I’m gonna I-“ you can’t finish the words as you feel your climax coming fast.

Dean notices and rips his fingers out and sits back in his heels, your slick over his face. You cry out loudly “hmmm Dean! Don’t stop!” Your cry and whimper. Dean chuckles and stands, those dark eyes once again meeting yours. He pulls his signature moving removing his belt. “Give me your hands.” He says. You instantly comply and he ties your hands with his belt. You can’t believe this is really happening, this was the hottest thing to ever happen but- “oh my god Sam! Dean Sam could hear us! See us even!” You suddenly remember his brother is in his room. “We can’t do this here we could get caught!” Anxiety rises in you your heart racing more and your breathing hitches. But Dean remained calm. Not a single reaction. He stalks closer to you, his face close to yours again. “Well that’s all part of the fun isn’t it?” He grabs your face again and holds it to his face. “Now you’re going to take this cock like a good little girl or I leave you here like this and won’t touch you again”. How voice demanding and cruel. Your eyes widen, jaw drops low and you can’t think. Dean drops his pants and his hard erection bounces out. You’re almost drooling at the sight, forgetting now all about Sam. His tip was red and dripping with precum already. You needed it in your mouth now.

“How bad do you need this huh?” His voice husky. You watch as he strokes his cock and your body shivers needing him now. “S-so badly sir…god I need it please” you bat your lashes more. “I bet you want this in your mouth huh don’t you pretty girl?” He grins. You nod your head vigorously. “Please please I wanna taste you” you beg. A low chuckle starts from him and he looks into your eyes “hmm well maybe next time. Only good girls get this cock in their mouth”. Suddenly he pins your wrists against the couch and slams his cock I to your dripping pussy. You gasp and cry out in pleasure and suprise. He plunges into you not allowing you time to adjust. His cock was thick, stretching you open. Your head fills with pleasures, not a single thought could form in your head. “Fuck you feel so good doll” he groans holding your hips down and slamming deeper inside you. “G-god Dean! Feels…s-so good!” You cry. “Is this the attention you wanted? What you needed? You’re such a desperate and pathetic slut” he says as he fucks Into you harder. Your eyes begin to roll back feeling how good he felt. His tip hitting your G-spot making you ready to cum just as fast as before. “D-Dean fuck I’m gonna c-“ you are interrupted by his hand gripping your throat, choking you. “Fuck baby you got wetter just from that… god your so good” his mixture of degradation and praise had your body a dripping, desperate mess. You couldn’t belive the hold he had over you.

You could barely breathe and you could feel your climax building higher and higher with every thrust. “Oh baby I can feel you ready to cum. You wanan cum huh princess?” You moan over and over struggling to make any words again. “Uh -huh!” You make out and he grins. “You need me so badly pet. Go on beg me to cum. I fucking dare you. Beg” his last words were deeper and demanding, this dominance sending you over the edge. You clench around his cock, feeling the knot in your stomach coil and tighten. “P-please I need to c-cum please I can’t h-hold it any longer I”- you beg through choked words “god you look so pretty when you beg for me like that…you feel so fucking good” he moans reaching his climax. “Is this all you needed? Thats so fucking pathetic all you needed was my cock? That’s what all the complaining was about? Such a mess …” he begins to ramble and thrust long and deep feeling himself at the edge. “Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum inside you” he groans. You gasp “But - Bur Dean I-“ you whimper but your body was building closer and closer clenching him tightly “FUCK I’m gonna cum!” Deans grip on your throat tightens “cum” he demands. Seconds later you cry out in pleasure, you cum hard your body tensing hard then releasing as the sensations wash over you. Dean rides the high with you before pushing himself deep inside you and spilling his cum inside you. “All fucking mine” he grunts riding his own high out. You feel the hot pools of cum pump inside you, your own cum seeping over his cock. Deans fast pace slows then comes to a halt, but he doesn’t pull out. He holds you, his demeanour, changing to a calm state. “You were so good for me baby” he whispers. He pulls out and quickly dresses himself. You awkwardly stand and slide your skirt back down desperately clenching to hold his cum inside you.

Your hair is a mess, your breathing uneven. Dean walks over to you and smacks your ass, causing you to jolt. He’d never done that before. “Usually I’d clean you up…but I don’t think you deserve that.” He whispers in your ear. Before you can respond Sam walks out his room casually and meets back with you two. “Hey guys uh…you okay?” He looks at you. You nod with hot cheeks unsure what to say. “Shes fine. Just needed to sort out some issues we’ve been having” Dean casually says, not a single fear in his tone. “Ah alright…well I think we have a lead …I did some digging” he says sitting down. You stand there still in shock of everything that just happened. Dean grabs your wrist and stands close beside you, his lips close to your ear. “If you be good and let me work out what this supernatural being is…I might just fuck you again tonight”. He whispers before casually walking over to Sam.

*later that night you knew that deans attitude wasn’t personal, and you’d make it your mission in the morning to help Sam find a way to break this curse. You spent the next few hours thinking about how hot that sex was, something you two had never done and it was the most exhilarating experience. And that night Dean enters your room. And the two of you spent the next few hours making love. Soft, gentle, passionate, love. And you felt the Dean you knew and love be back for a while. *

(If anyone would like a part 2 with the intimate fluffy sex from that night comment below!)

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ynscrazylife · 1 year

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Hi ml! I have a request!

Reader is always a super happy person, even when overworked and sick. Wanda is trying to pull R out of her school work, but R replies with something cute and happy like "don't worry your pretty head about me, I'm fine! " which makes Wanda blush, but still worried. Eventually R gets the flu or something, but is still working. Wanda is surprised at how happy and cheerful R is even though their miserably sick. Eventually R starts to cry at their desk from feeling so sick, and Wanda is finally able to get R away from their desk, and helps R feel better.

Them!

Magic Kisses

Summary: Your feelings are revealed when Wanda takes care of you when you’re sick.

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“Y/N, did you need something?”

Suddenly hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice through the lab’s speakers made you let out an undignified yelp as you promptly fell off your stool. Landing in a heap on the floor, you grunted at the pain that spread all over your body and decided to just lay there for a second. Glancing up at the speakers, you said, “Why would I need something, Fri?”

(Even the sound of your own voice made you cringe. You were so nasally with your runny nose).

“You’ve been staring at your blueprints without moving for the past few minutes and from what I can detect, you seem to be developing a cold,” the AI answered matter-of-factly.

You bit back a sigh. You may have been able to hide from the team just how overworked their resident teammate and engineer was, but there was no fooling technology. As much as you loved tinkering around in Tony’s expensive lab, it was times like these that made you second guess your decision to be an Avenger and an aspiring engineer whilst in your senior year of college.

“Just zoned out for a bit, that’s all. I’m alright,” you assured F.R.I.D.A.Y. as you picked yourself up. But as you went to climb back onto the stool, a throbbing pain in your ankle made you hesitate.

You grit your teeth, intent to ignore it, until F.R.I.D.A.Y. piped up. “I’d suggest that you visit Dr. Cho, Y/N.”

You gaze shot to the speakers with a glare. You didn’t want to be pulled from your work now — the blueprints for Tony’s next invention was almost finished! “You do realize that I fell because of you, right?” You snapped at her.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. didn’t respond after that.

You went to get back to work, glancing over the blueprints for the umpteenth time. However, when the pain showed no sign of letting up, you knew that as self-destructive you were, you had to do something about this. You could already hear Tony in your head now, whining all about workers’ comp because you had injured yourself in his lab whilst working for his company.

Dragging yourself to the medbay, you froze in the doorway when a certain redhead caught your eye. Wanda, a close friend and your subsequent crush. It was hard not to like her—she was insanely powerful and, for lack of a better term, hot. The way she was affectionate with you made butterflies swarm in your stomach and you swore her smile was as bright at the stars. When she looked at you, it was like everything fell away, and you had become almost addicted to that feeling.

“Y/N! Everything alright?” Dr. Cho asked and a smile lifted up your face at the sight of Wanda.

“Oh, uh, yeah — I was just hoping to get some ice, I fell off my stool,” you explained, showing them your ankle.

Dr. Cho nodded and went to grab the ice from the freezer. “I can examine it if you need,” she offered.

You glanced at Wanda. “I’m fine, don’t wanna interrupt you guys,” you said, unable to help but wonder what the redhead was doing here.

“You’re not interrupting anything. Dr. Cho just needed me to update some info for my medical file,” Wanda assured you, matching your smile.

You accepted the ice from Dr. Cho with an appreciative nod. “You sure you don’t want an examination? You’ve been holed up in the lab for a while now, might be good to take a break and make sure your ankle’s alright,” Wanda said, eyeing you carefully.

You blushed at the fact that Wanda had noticed. Taking a chance, you said, “Don’t worry your pretty head about me, I’m fine!” Your voice was cheerful, which wasn’t uncommon for you, but there was some force, a push, to it.

Wanda, however, didn’t notice because now she was the one blushing. She went to respond, but it seemed like her brain was short-circuiting, and she just stifled a noise and smiled. Thankfully, Dr. Cho came in to save the day for the redhead.

“Well, if you do want an examination, I’m here all day, okay?” She said, prompting you to nod.

“Thank you,” you said, sparing one last look at Wanda before returning to the lab.

For the rest of the day, Wanda couldn’t seem to get her mind off you. Not only was she flustered by your comment (little did you know, she did reciprocate your feelings for her), but she couldn’t help but note how long you stayed in the lab.

When it was getting close to dinner time, Wanda caved and went up to the group, most of them hanging out in the living room. “Hey, has anyone seen Y/N around?” She asked.

A chorus of “No”s went around, making her hope deflate. “Check the lab,” Tony suggested.

Oh, she was definitely going to. As she set out for the room, Wanda found herself wishing that you weren’t there. Maybe you had gone to your room to rest — though she knew that was wishful thinking. Once she turned the corner and reached the lab, Wanda’s heart absolutely shattered.

There you were, hunched over on the stool, still hard at work. But it wasn’t that that made Wanda break—it was the fact that she could hear and see you crying, muttering to yourself angrily. She resisted peeking into your mind, no matter how loud your thoughts were or how tempting it was.

“Y/N,” she said softly, gravitating towards you. You seemed to perk up a bit at her presence, but not in the way Wanda hoped. Instead of realizing that she was here to help, you began hurriedly wiping your face and gathering your strewn papers, as if wanting to hide this from her.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Are you alright? What’s going on?” She cooed, delicately taking the papers from you and putting them into a neat snack.

Your shoulders slumped, looking away from her. “It’s—” you began, voice small and cracking.

“Don’t tell me that it’s nothing,” Wanda cut in quickly, stern but not unkind.

You relented with a long say. “I’m just—I’m so tired. I have so much work to do, but my ankle hurts so much and I think I’m coming down with something,” you admitted, wiping your nose. There was a little bit of a whine to your words, but Wanda didn’t care. You could whine all you wanted with her.

“Oh, honey. Take a break with me, okay?” Wanda said, not waiting for an answer before she fixed up the things at your station and put the papers away. You watched her, not arguing against it, but some part of you still felt guilty about it.

“I have school and work for Tony—” you began. It was a weak argument and you knew it, but something inside you was compelled to say it.

“There are always extensions and Tony would much rather you rest than continue to work yourself sick,” Wanda pointed out, turning around when she finished organizing your things. She offered her hand out for you to take.

Deciding to give in (this was Wanda, after-all. You’d never say no to her), you accepted her hand and stood up. But when you tried to walk, you ended up stumbling. The pain in your ankle had gotten much worse with it being untreated.

“Okay, first stop: medbay,” Wanda said, doing her best not to get frustrated that you had neglected your health. She knew that you were only trying to do your best and hadn’t meant to hurt yourself.

You nodded. Deep down, you knew it was needed — not just for your ankle, but also for whatever you were ailed with. Wanda looped one of your arms around her neck and one of her arms around your waist, allowing you to give her most of your weight as she helped you walk to the medbay.

It took some time, but the two of you made it there. “Hey, Dr. Cho. I have a patient for you,” Wanda greeted as they entered, causing Dr. Cho to turn around from her computer.

“Of course, sit up here,” Dr. Cho said, gesturing to an examination table before she went to grab her medical bag.

Wanda wasted no time in lifting you up and setting you down on the table. “Do you want me stay for this? I can wait outside if you want,” she asked, not wanting to invade on your privacy.

“Only if you want to,” you said. Normally you weren’t so shy, but when it came to Wanda? She seemed to have some sort of power over you.

Wanda smiled and waited with you while Dr. Cho grabbed her things. She walked over and instructed you to lift your leg up on the table. After probing around the ankle and seeing that it was swollen, she determined that it was a bad sprain and wrapped it up. Then, she grabbed her stereoscope. Wanda watched as you breathed in and out patiently. When she was done, she grabbed a thermometer to take your temperature.

“You do have a fever, 101.2. It is a little high, but I’m not too worried about it right now,” Dr. Cho said, before looking in your ears and throat. “I think you’re just going to need plenty of rest and fluids. Rest your ankle, too. You can take some medication for your fever and any pain.”

“Thank you,” you said, throat a little croaky.

She smiled. “Of course.”

Wanda helped you off from the table and to your room. You were content to rest on your own, but realized that wasn’t going to happen when Wanda propped up pillows for your back and ankle and went into your bathroom to grab some stuff.

“Y/N, you don’t have any medicine in here?” Wanda called, making you chuckle.

“I’m fine, really—” you cut yourself off with a string of your own sneezes that soon dissolved into violent coughs.

Wanda immediately reappeared, walking over to rub your back. Once the fit was over, you leaned back, suddenly tired. “Okay, I’m feeling it now,” you muttered, sniffling.

“Aw, poor thing. I’ll be right back, okay?” Wanda said, brushing some of your hair back. You didn’t want to see her go (you got clingy when sick), but just nodded.

Somewhere along the way, you must’ve dozed off, because soon you woke to the smell of hot, delicious soup. Blinking your eyes open, you found a tray with soup being placed in front of you and your favorite sitcom playing on the TV.

“Oh, Wanda, you didn’t have to,” you said, heart warming at the kind gesture.

Wanda was sitting next to you with a large smile. “I wanted to. Is there anything else you need?” She asked.

Your shook her head. “I’ve got everything I need right here,” you said.

“Me, too — now eat up!” Wanda urged, making you laugh.

Doing what she said, you began eating the soup. “Did you cook this yourself? This is amazing,” you complimented between slurps.

Wanda giggled. “I did,” she said, leaning back against your bed and stretching an arm out. You gladly leaned against her, relishing in her warmth.

Meanwhile, Wanda was freaking out on the inside — you had leaned into her touch! She couldn’t be more happy and did her best to pay attention to the sitcom (though her mind kept on drifting to you) as you finished the soup.

When you were done, you found your head falling onto Wanda’s shoulder. The Scarlet Witch did her best not to freak out but when she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, your grip loosen on your spoon, she dared to look over.

A smile lifted up her face when she saw you fast asleep on her shoulder — god, you were the cutest. Wanda very gently went to maneuver you so your head leaned on your pillow, but a whine from you made her stop. “No, want you,” you mumbled, clearly out of it with sleep, as you just nuzzled your head against her.

Wanda blinked. This was just sleepy nonsense, right? “W-what?” She said, laughing it off.

“I want you, Wan. Don’ leave,” you said.

Her smile grew brighter. “I’m not leaving you, just gotta move the tray, okay?” She said.

You nodded a little at that and allowed Wanda to move your head onto the pillow. She moved your tray and put it on the table. When she turned back to you, you moved closer to her, your arm draping over her stomach.

Wanda just giggled. “You want me to stay?” She asked quietly, so as to not disturb you.

You nodded. “Mhm,” you said, eyes still closed.

Wanda turned off the television and laid down, fixing the blankets over you and herself. Just before she put her head on the pillow, she took a second to look at you. You warmed her heart. This was perfect. Wanda had an idea and her instincts, her gut, told her to make the leap and go for it.

She dipped her head and pressed her lips to your forehead, giving you a sweet kiss. She went to pull away, only to hear you say, “Could you . . . Could you do it again?”

She leaned back in. “On your forehead?” She asked.

Now, your eyes fluttered open, meeting her gaze. “Nope,” you said, smiling yourself.

Wanda kissed your lips this time and you kissed back, your arm tightening around her.

When you leaned back, you were a little dazed. “Wow,” you whispered. “Your magic even extends to your kisses.”

“Does it?” Wanda asked, teasing.

You nodded and leaned your head back against her. Wanda wrapped her arms around you and in minutes, you had fallen back asleep. She didn’t even care that you had kissed her when you were sick, she was just happy to hold you. Which was what she did, looking over you, until she fell asleep herself.

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Academy Attraction | Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Pairing: timothée chalamet x actress!reader

Word Count: 8.7k

Summary: it’s the oscar’s and once timothée and y/n spot each other on the red carpet, their attraction to each other is visibly undeniable, leading to a night full of awards in more ways than one

Warnings: swearing, brief 'spice' towards the end

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: ok I just wanna start by saying yes I realize the oscar’s was literal months ago LMAO, I swear I started writing this a day after it happened, I’ve just been struggling through it. I kept thinking about him at the ceremony and daydreaming about walking the red carpet with him, so I figured I might as well make it into a fic and spin it into something more. it honestly didn’t turn out how I hoped, I kinda hate it but it's whatever!

also just a quick little psa: I couldn’t find a dress that I really liked for the fic that fit my vision and was high-end, so sorry there’s no visual besides my description! I liked a lot of Dior’s ball gowns so I just chose them as the designer for the night as well. I hope you enjoy and lmk what you think! :)

Your heart is beating so rapidly against your rib cage, you’re sure the sound of it is loud enough for your assistant to hear; even amidst the chaos surrounding you two.

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been an actress or how many of these events you go to, you will never not be nervous. When you’re acting it’s easy to embody someone else, to pretend you’re someone you’re not. But when it comes to events like this, like the Oscar’s, there’s really no pretending. Everything you say, do, and wear is solely you. There’s not very many places to hide or take a breath when you’re constantly surrounded by cameras and people anticipating your every move.

A hand reaches out and grasps your arm lightly. You jump a little at the sudden contact, having been stuck in your head, and your assistant, Lilah, gives you a sympathetic smile.

“You’re up next, Y/N. Do you need a moment? I can tell the next group they can go ahead of you if you’d like?” She says. Your heart swells a little at her words. This happens almost every time you have an event and yet she still handles it with care and patience. You’re so grateful to have her on your team and most importantly as a friend.

“No, that’s okay. Thank you, though. This always happens but I always make it out on the other side. I’ll be okay.” You give Lilah a firm nod, but it’s more to assure yourself than it is her.

“That’s right. Seriously, you’ve worked so hard to be where you’re at right now in your career. I mean look at you, you’re at the Oscar’s! And in one of the most drop dead gorgeous gowns I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You deserve this, so go out there and enjoy it! I’ll be right behind you.” She reaches out and gives your hand a squeeze which you gladly return, also giving her a smile.

You face forward and take a breath before stepping onto the red carpet. Lights immediately start flashing before you, but you do your best to react accordingly and enjoy it as much as possible. Your assistant is right, you’ve worked so hard these past few years and you won’t let some event jitters deter you from enjoying everything that comes with being a successful actress. Well, almost everything.

“Y/N! Over here, Y/N!” One of the photographers call from somewhere on your left, so you move your body a bit so they can get some shots of you. You smile and make sure to stand up straight as you take the time to look in every direction.

Even though it can be severely overwhelming, red carpets aren’t all that bad once you get the hang of it and just let yourself have some fun.

Placing one hand on your hip, you use the other to spread out your dress a bit. It’s incredible and has to be one of your favorites you’ve ever gotten the honor to wear. It’s a black ball gown with off the shoulder sleeves and is covered in jewels in perfect places that shine at just the right angle. It’s made of silk and tulle and other fabrics that somehow are still soft to the touch. It hugs your chest and curves in all the right spots, leaving you feeling confident and beautiful. This dress is everything you’ve dreamed of and more and is absolutely perfect for the occasion.

“Y/N, to your right! You look stunning!” Another photographer calls out and you can’t help the small giggle that passes your lips as you turn to the right. After you think you’ve given the photographer enough time to take some photos, you start to move towards the middle of the carpet.

“Look right here in the middle, Y/N! How about a kiss for the camera?” You hear someone yell and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. That’s paparazzi for you, always barking orders and wanting more than just a smile. At least it’s an innocent request, or so you hope.

“Sure, but only if you say please,” you tease. Why not have a little fun with it?

“Awh, c’mon, please?” The photographer yells back and you can hear the joking way he’s begging in his voice.

You just shake your head and laugh before deciding to give him what he wants. Bringing your hand up to your lips, you kiss your fingertips before laying out your hand and blowing the kiss towards the dozens of cameras before you.

There’s some cheers that echo around the crowd and more compliments get thrown at you as the flashes and clicks of cameras continue to surround you.

*****

At the end of the carpet, Timothée Chalamet stands with his assistant, Callie, as he prepares to take part in numerous interviews before heading into the theater.

The night had been going fantastic so far. Timothée was getting to catch up with so many of his fellow costars from Dune and other peers as he made his way through the event. He had missed stuff like this and is so happy to be here.

As Timothée tries to decide where to head next, he hears his assistant call his name. He turns and notices she’s discreetly pointing towards someone on the carpet.

“Look, Y/N is here!” She exclaims. Timothée’s eyes immediately dart back to the red carpet, the place he was just taking pictures not long ago, and finds you instantly.

“God, she’s gorgeous,” he whispers as he takes in your figure.

There you are, dressed in black, wearing a dress that matches his own outfit quite well. You’re currently blowing a kiss to the cameras and Timothée can’t help but grin at the sight.

He watches as you laugh and continue to smile for the cameras. He’s known you long enough to know you must be nervous, but no one would ever be able to tell by the way you’re holding yourself so graciously.

Callie leans in close to Timothée’s ear so no one can see or hear what she’s saying. “You should go over there! I’m telling you, T, she’s just as head over heels for you as you are for her. I know how much you care for her and it’s obvious how much she cares for you too. You two lovebirds need to just get together already!”

The brunette boy can feel the heat on his cheeks instantly and he prays it’s not noticeable. It’s true what his assistant is saying, Timothée has been in love with you for almost as long as he’s known you and he cares for you deeply. He’s just never done anything about it because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same and risk losing the wonderful friendship you have. He finds it hard to believe you feel the same way, though. He’s never noticed any hints that you might reciprocate his feelings, but then again he never was good at noticing things like that…

“You really think so? I mean is it that obvious?” He asks.

“Yes and yes. Just trust me on this, and if nothing else at least you’ll have a good time with one of your dear friends. Now go!” Callie laughs before lightly pushing Timothée forward. The guy is one hell of an actor, but give him the signal to go after a girl and he crumbles. You gotta love him though.

Timothée takes several steps forward and he watches as you begin to turn, ready to make your way down the rest of the carpet. As if sensing his presence, your head tilts up and your eyes immediately lock with his.

*****

“Timothée!” You cry out, somehow still surprised to see him even though you knew he’d be here somewhere.

Grabbing the front of your dress, you hurry as best you can to meet up with him. Timothée meets you more than halfway so the both of you stop at the last section of the carpet.

As soon as you meet, the curly haired boy is engulfing you in his arms and hugging you tightly. You hug him back and smile at his warm embrace and captivating scent that instantly fills the air around you. You’re not sure what cologne he’s wearing, but you swear you would bathe in it that’s how good it smells.

The two of you part and Timothée takes your hands in his, spreading them out between you both and giving you a once over. The way his eyes darken as they rake up and down your body causes a warm sensation to start to pool in your belly, and you suddenly feel flustered.

“You look incredible, Ms. Y/L/N,” he says before giving you a smile.

“I could say the same about you, Mr. Chalamet,” you reply. In a swift motion you take in Timothée and all his glory. Of course he looks stunning, per usual. The thing that sticks out most to you is his lack of a shirt. He’s never quite worn something like this before, but god do you hope he continues to do it.

His milky skin contrasts perfectly with his dark clothing and silver jewelry. His jacket and pants cover enough of him, but also leave little to the imagination as you take in the toned dips on his stomach. It takes everything in you not to stand there with your mouth hanging open.

Some yelling is heard and at once you’re brought back to reality and the fact you’re standing on the red carpet still. You look back towards the photographers and notice how they all swarm to the side you and Timothée are at. It’s as if everyone wants a picture of the two of you together.

“Mind if I join you on your last stretch of the carpet?”

“Not at all.”

The both of you turn towards the cameras and a slight chill runs up your spine as you feel Timothée’s hand lay gently on your back. Not too low and not too high, always the gentleman.

You wrap your right arm around Timothée’s waist but are left questioning where to put your left hand. You’d typically place it against his chest, always posing like that with him, but you’re unsure if his lack of a shirt would cause him to feel uncomfortable at the touch.

Deciding to go for it anyways, you hesitantly reach up and let your fingers graze across his soft skin.

“Is this okay?” You question, ready to take your hand back the minute he shows any sign of discomfort.

“It’s perfect,” he replies, looking down at you and giving you a slight nod of approval, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

Unbeknownst to you, Timothée is more than okay with the situation at hand. Although the two of you always pose like this together, this time it is very different. This time there’s hardly any fabric separating the warmth of your fingertips against the skin of Timothée’s chest. Heat radiates through his body and all he wants to do is find out how your hands would feel against the rest of him.

Timothée quickly rids his mind of any further thoughts.

The flashing lights and sounds of shutter clicks seem to multiply as you and Timothée pose together. Photographers’ voices grow louder as each one cries out for the two of you to look in their direction. It always gets a little bit more hectic when you pose with a fellow actor or actress, especially with Timothée, but this time it seems more intense.

Over the past few years both you and Timothée have gained more success and recognition. You’ve become icons in the film world and are seen as rising stars who are sure to leave a mark on the industry for many years to come. You’re fan favorites and are currently the “it” people in Hollywood. It’s been a lot to take on but it’s all either of you has dreamed about. It’s wonderful but can sure be pretty scary, especially in situations like this.

Your pulse starts to quicken once more and Timothée can feel the way you stiffen under his touch at the sudden intensity. Trying his best to calm you and to let you know you’re okay, he lightly presses his thumb into your back and rubs tiny circles against it.

Feeling Timothée rub circles in your back allows you to feel more at ease and let your body relax into his touch. He always knows just what to do in every situation. It’s one of the many reasons you love him so much.

The thought scares you, but it’s true. You’re not quite sure when your feelings for him changed, but a part of you believes you’ve felt this way since the day you met him. You’re constantly being told Timothée feels the same about you, but he’s never done anything to show that’s true. You could always make the first move but you’re too afraid your intel has been wrong and all it’ll do is mess up your friendship.

At the end of the day you’d rather have Timothée as a friend than not have him in your life at all, so your romantic feelings stay where they are; hidden away.

A short time passes so you turn to look back at your assistant, knowing it’s probably time to move along. These things always go pretty fast to keep everything in order.

Lilah nods her head at you, a tell tale sign you’re good to go, and then gives you a quick wink that leaves you feeling flushed. She knows how much you love Timothée and you just know she’s gonna tease you about this later.

“Shall we, mon chéri?” Timothée says as you turn back to him. You watch as his eyes flicker down and you follow his gaze to see he has his hand stretched out before you, offering it for you to hold. You do your best not to melt right here on the red carpet.

“We shall,” you grin, before accepting Timothée’s hand and allowing him to lead you away from the heard of photographers.

As the both of you step out onto the rest of the carpet, the area with countless reporters ready to interview you, you can’t help but to bask in the moment.

Although suffering from nerves just a short time ago, currently you feel at ease. You know it has everything to do with Timothée by your side. His hand is warm and soft against your own and his presence is helping the hectic atmosphere feel calm. No matter what happens tonight you know you’re going to have a wonderful time spending it with him, if that’s what he wishes to do as well.

Timothée begins to lead you over to a small group of interviewers, but before you get far you take a quick glance at Lilah. You notice she’s met up with Timothée’s assistant and it’s clear they’re up to something with the way they keep giggling and looking over at you and Timothée.

They’ve known each other for as long as you and Timothée have been friends, and something tells you they each know a lot more than they let on to you and your brunette companion. You find yourself desperately wanting to know what’s going on, but your attention is taken away from them and brought to the girl in front of you.

“Hi! My name’s Emily, it’s so nice to meet you both!” The girl is in a red dress and has long dark hair. She has a microphone with a TikTok logo on it and you immediately recognize her as the girl who does those mock celebrity videos.

“Hey! Nice to meet you too, I love your videos!” you tell her, and Emily’s smile instantly broadens.

“Oh wow, thank you so much!”

“Yeah, of course!” you return her smile and can tell how genuine she seems. This whole thing must be very exciting and full circle for her.

“Well you both look incredible so I have to ask; Who are you wearing?” Emily holds out her microphone and you let go of Timothée’s hand, knowing how animated he is when he speaks.

Timothée goes to start talking but then takes a second to look over at you.

“You or me first?” He asks with a smile and you just shake your head in return, knowing how pumped he is to be here and to be doing interviews like this.

“Go ahead, it’s all yours,” you laugh and Timothée chuckles before turning back towards Emily.

“A Louis Vuitton moment,” he answers while pulling on his jacket a little. Emily’s partner makes a comment about Timothée’s lack of a shirt and how he tried to do it too and it ends in the four of you laughing. Emily brings the microphone back towards you and you step forward a little to answer her.

“I’m wearing Dior and I absolutely love it,” you grasp a part of the dress and bring it out a little, admiring the way it flows and lays so effortlessly. “I’m so grateful to be wearing it tonight.”

“You look so stunning in it. And it looks like you and Timothée are even matching a bit!” Emily points out the similarities in yours and Timothée’s outfits and once again you find yourself admiring the man beside you.

“We are, aren’t we!” Timothée replies as he looks over your dress once more. He can’t get over how gorgeous you look. “She truly looks so beautiful.”

The two interviewers “awh” at Timothée’s remark and you feel your heart flutter in response. He’s so beyond sweet.

You thank Timothée and the interview continues. Emily and her partner go back and forth with questions about yours and Timothée’s recent projects, especially the ones nominated for awards tonight. Both of your films are up for technical awards, so neither you nor Timothée will be walking home with a personal trophy, but you’re both rooting for your respective films to win in their categories.

A few jokes are cracked here and there and you all appear to be enjoying each other’s presence. It’s a nice change from the typical grilling questions interviewers ask, such as info on your love life and other private information. You’re grateful for interviewers like these and constantly wish there was more like them.

“So besides the films you starred in, are there any others you’re rooting for tonight?”

“Honestly there’s so many wonderful nominees! All of the films that have come out this past year have been incredible. Some of my favorites that are nominated have to be Encanto, West Side story, and then Dune of course!” You glance over at Timothée and give him a small smile. “But truly every film nominated deserves to win and I can’t wait to see what happens. I’m sure it’ll be a great night.”

Emily nods her head and then moves the mic over to Timothée.

“I’m gonna have to agree with, Y/N. There’s so many great nominees, it’s hard to pick a few. Anyone who wins honestly deserves it, and wins or not for Dune I’m happy to be here. It’s the Oscar’s, it’s great!”

“And we’re so happy to have you both as well! Thank you guys so much for taking the time to chat with us, it’s been so good to talk with you! Will you be spending the rest of the evening together or did you just happen to run into each other?” Emily looks questioningly between you and Timothée and you find yourself unsure of what to say. You did technically just run into each other, but you are kind of hoping to spend the rest of the night with Timothée as well.

Before you get the chance to make up your mind about what to say, Timothée takes initiative and begins to answer Emily’s question.

“We did just happen to run into each other, but if Y/N doesn’t mind, I’d love to spend the evening with her.” Timothée looks over at you fondly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and you feel the butterflies return to your stomach instantly.

“I don’t mind at all. It’d be an honor to spend the evening with you,” you reply and you watch as Timothée’s coy smile turns into a full on grin.

“Wonderful! I hope you guys have a great rest of your night and thank you again!” Emily smiles at the both of you before reaching out to shake your hand.

“No problem! And thank you, you guys as well!” You smile, taking her hand for a moment and then taking her co-host’s as well. Timothée says his goodbyes and gives his gratitude and then the two of you are off.

The further you step into the event the more excitement that surrounds you. Fellow actors and actresses are scattered around the carpet, fans line the barricades surrounding the area, and interviewers are stationed all around to get the next best story.

You’re immediately drawn to the fans, always ready to greet them and interact with them. It’s the least you can do considering they’re a big part of the reason you’re here today. You wholeheartedly believe you’d be nowhere without them.

“I’m gonna go say hi to some of the fans before going for another interview, meet back up in a bit?” You say to Timothée as you go to start making your way to the barricades.

“Yeah, definitely! I’m gonna head further down, but I’ll come find you.” Timothée gives you a slight wave before making his way further down the carpet, seeming to catch up with fans who were unable to get any closer.

Light squeals of excitement fill your ears as you reach the large group of fans in front of you. Somehow your smile gets even bigger as you get closer, their happiness consuming you in the best way possible.

“Hey, everyone!” A chorus of “hi”s and “hello”s are heard before the requests for pictures and hugs take over. You happily oblige to pretty much all of them, while also not wanting to take up too much time. The ceremony would be starting soon.

As you reach the final people of the group before you, one of the girls steps forward and begins to speak. “Y/N, I just have to ask. Are you and Timothée dating?”

The question takes you by surprise, especially as other fans start chiming in with their interest as well.

“No, we’re just great friends,” you answer. The fans appear to look a little disappointed, and some even confused.

“That’s unfortunate. You guys are so cute together!” The same fan says and some of the people around her nod their heads in agreement.

“You guys really think so?” You chuckle a bit at their antics, intrigued with why they believe that.

“Yeah!” Another fan calls out and he shakes his head in disbelief. “I mean, have you seen the way he looks at you? That man is so in love, I swear! Y/N, you have to see this video of Timothée when he saw you arrived. And don’t even get me started on the pictures from the carpet!” There’s some giggles throughout the crowd and lots of terms of agreement.

Wait, what? What are they talking about? You think as you start to see a couple of the fans begin to scroll through their phones. One of the fans is about to hand their phone to you when suddenly loud shrieks break out amongst the crowd, and a hand is placed on your back.

Looking up, you notice Timothée has made his way back to you. His green eyes sparkling as he looks into your own.

“Hey, Callie said we should go do some quick interviews and head inside, they’re already about to start apparently.”

“Oh, okay,” you reply. You didn’t realize how long it had already been since you got here, you definitely need to hurry so you don’t miss anything.

Looking back towards the fan who was about to hand you their phone, you give them a small smile and a knowing look. It’s not like you can look at the video and photos now, not with Timothée literally right next to you.

“Just go on twitter when you get a chance,” They lean in a little closer so Timothée won’t hear, he’s started taking pictures with the fans anyways so you figure it’s alright. “You guys are trending! It’s adorable and it’s clear he cares a lot for you. I hope it works out for the two of you!”

A small smile forms on your face at the sweet words. You tell the fan “thank you” before saying your goodbyes. Timothée blows some kisses at the fans and they go nuts for it, he laughs before turning around and once again taking your hand in his. You could definitely get used to this feeling.

As if it’s a race against the clock, you and Timothée go through the rest of your interviews rapidly. A majority of the questions are ones you’ve answered countless times already, but it’s all worth repeating as many times as needed due to the honor it is to be here tonight.

Making your way through the crowd and into the theater, you marvel at everything from people’s outfits to the architecture and decor around you. It’s so ravishing, and that starstruck feeling you get every time you come to these events consumes you wholly.

Reaching your assigned seats, you smile as Timothée holds onto you as you settle into your chair and fix your dress so it’s spread evenly around you. He waits until you’re settled before taking his own seat and reveling in his surroundings.

“God, I’ll never get used to being at these things. I used to watch them on tv as a kid and to think I’m being invited to them now is insane!” Timothée sighs as he leans back into his chair.

“I couldn’t agree more, every time I get an invite it’s like the first time all over again. It’s so surreal.”

The brunette turns towards you and his eyes immediately fill with a look of fondness. He watches as you scan the room and inspect every person and detail, trying to soak up everything. It’s so obvious how grateful and proud you are to be here, to see how much your hard work has payed off.

Timothée loves the fact that no matter what happens, no matter how much more famous you get, you never stop being grateful and appreciative of where you are today. Your humbleness and strive to always stay grounded is so inspiring to him and he finds you’re both alike in that aspect. Having someone with the same values as him is something he cherishes in an industry where people can become so clouded by the fame. He’s grateful to have you as someone to turn to, to talk to, and to be close to. Timothée truly doesn’t know where he’d be without you.

Adjusting in your seat, you turn and notice the way Timothée is staring at you.

“What?” You can’t help but to giggle, feeling slightly nervous and giddy over his gaze.

“Nothing, I just missed you is all.”

Your heart swells at his words and you fight the urge to jump up and engulf him in a hug. Timothée never fails to make you feel like you’re the most important person in the world to him every single time you’re together.

“I missed you too, Tim,” you reply softly. The two of you continue look at each other, a feeling you can’t quite describe lingering in the air between you. You notice Timothée’s brows furrow as if he’s contemplating something. He goes to speak but suddenly the lights are flickering, a sign the show is about to begin.

Timothée faces forward towards the stage, but you’d give anything to have just a few more moments with him, to find out what it is he was going to say.

*****

The night goes on as expected, with a few surprises of course. Both yours and Timothée’s films each won at least one award in their technical categories, and you couldn’t be happier. Everyone involved in each film worked so hard and you both feel very lucky to have been a part of such major pictures.

About midway through the show Timothée is called up in a bit involving eligible bachelors in Hollywood. Whilst Timothée is up there playing along, he can’t help but to wish he wasn’t.

As he stands on that stage, he can’t keep his eyes off you. The actor can’t help but to think of his feelings for you, think of the time he’s wasted by not taking his shot. Although he doesn’t mind being involved in corny jokes, he doesn’t want to be known as the single kid. Timothée wants to be your boyfriend, he wants to be the one by your side in everything, he wants to be the man you deserve and so much more.

When he takes his seat again, Timothée feels like he has a fire lit under him. He wants to get up right here and now and tell you exactly how he feels, but he can’t, not during the middle of one of the biggest nights in television.

Throughout the rest of the show, you steal glances at your longtime friend and can’t help but to notice his sudden change in demeanor. You hadn’t been able to speak much as the show was happening, but he certainly looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here right now.

Racking your mind over everything that has happened so far tonight, you try to pinpoint why Timothée would suddenly seem so uncomfortable. Was it something you did? Did the single joke offend him? Does it have something to do with what he was going to say before the show started?

As if you hadn’t experienced enough anxiety tonight, now your thoughts are racing over what’s going on with your curly-haired friend.

Trying to concentrate on the ceremony happening before you, you do your best to push thoughts of Timothée out of your mind. It comes easier than expected as an incredibly unexpected event takes place. As jokes begin to fly, so do hands and you watch in bewilderment as people around you begin to whisper and staff begin to hastily try to diffuse the situation.

For Timothée, it’s as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. He’s so concentrated on confessing his love to you whilst also trying to conserve your friendship, that it doesn’t even phase him. He doesn’t know how in the world he’s going to be able to do this, or if you’ll even feel the same, but he’d be dumb not to let you know how he really feels after all this time.

Looking over, you try and see if you can get Timothée’s reaction to everything, but he still looks like he’s trying to get out of here as soon as possible. This isn’t like him and is definitely different than the man you caught up with back on the red carpet. Something’s up, you’re just not sure what.

*****

After what seems like a hundred more announcements and acceptance speeches, the show finally comes to an end. During commercial breaks you tried your best to try and talk to Timothée, but either one of your colleagues would come and strike up a conversation with you, or you’d chicken out for fear of what he might say.

At this point, the night is definitely taking a turn and you’re not so sure it’s for the better.

People start filing out of the auditorium and before you even get the chance to start standing up, the lanky man next to you darts up from his chair and immediately turns towards you.

“Hey, let’s go somewhere private, I want to talk to you about something.” The way your stomach drops at Timothée’s words is a feeling you’ve never felt before. The tone of his voice and eagerness in his demeanor is extremely unsettling and to say you’re slightly terrified of what’s to come is an understatement.

“Yeah, sure, okay,” you reply weakly. The way the two of you went from being close and sentimental earlier, to whatever it is you are now is insanely shocking. As Timothée leads you through the sea of people, you continue to rack your brain to find anything that might’ve caused this. Everything was fine up until the show started. Sure he said he missed you but that’s what friends do when they haven’t seen each other in a while.

Nothing is adding up and nothing makes sense. You just wanted an evening with one of your best friends and it’s turned into a night of chaos and confusion.

Suddenly you’re snapped out of your thoughts as a hand grabs onto your wrist and you start to be lightly dragged down a hallway and into a small alcove. You look up and watch as Timothée scans the area before settling himself in front of you. There’s not many people over here, so the fact he’s secluded you both in this hidden area is slightly alarming.

“I don’t really know how to say this and I’m scared it’s going to ruin our friendship but I’m gonna say it anyway because it’s been on my mind and I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now.” Running a hand through his hair, Timothée takes a breath before continuing. “I love you, Y/N. And not in the way a friend loves a friend. Not in the way we say it to each other all the time. I am in love with you and I have been for a long time if I’m being honest. There’s no one else in the world who makes me feel as happy and understood as you do, and I’d give anything to be the one you fall asleep and wake up to every day. You’re my absolute best friend and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’m tired of hiding the way I feel or being scared of what’s going to happen. To tell the truth I’m terrified right now but it’s worth it for you. No matter what you say or do when I finally stop rambling I want you to know I’ll always be here for you and I’ll always love you, Y/N.”

To say you’re speechless would be an understatement. Here you are thinking something horrible is happening between you two, only to find out the man you’re in love with feels the exact same way you do.

“Timothée…” You don’t even know where to begin, how to express that you feel completely and utterly the same about him. Your silence and shocked expression must send the wrong message because Timothée immediately starts to look timid and his eyes are anywhere but on your own.

“Shit, I-I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that and put you on the spot. We just got out of an award ceremony and I know everyone’s emotions are out of whack right now and-“ He continues to ramble and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips at the sight of him. The sound stops Tim’s rambling and a smile he can’t help forms on his face due to the sound.

“Timothée, I love you too.” The boy’s eyes go wide and you smile before continuing, “And not in the way a friend loves a friend.” You chuckle and Timothée’s cheeks heat up slightly at your teasing.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Just like you I have for a long time. I was scared to tell you or to make a move because I didn’t wanna lose you or make things awkward between us. I should’ve listened to Lilah when she told me she knew you felt the same about me.” You lightly shake your head, to think you could’ve probably been with Timothée by now if you just would’ve trusted your assistant.

“Wait, Lilah said that? Callie told me you felt the same about me too, I just figured she was always wrong.” The two of you sigh and lightly roll your eyes. Guess you were right about Lilah and Callie both knowing more than they lead on, they were so scheming.

“We’re so bad at this aren’t we?” You ask and Timothée nods his head and shrugs.

“We definitely are.” You and Timothée both start laughing and a sudden weight seems to lift itself off both of your guys’ shoulders. To know the one you love with your whole heart feels the same sure is a good feeling.

A silence settles over the both of you. The noise of fellow actors and actresses bustling out of the theater and onto the streets of Los Angeles becoming mere background noise.

You watch at Timothée’s eyes scan your face. It’s as if he’s taking in every detail, never wanting to forget a single thing about you.

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now,” Timothée whispers and the sound sends a chill throughout your body.

“Then kiss me,” you reply in a hushed tone. The green eyes in front of you darken to emerald, and your back presses flat against the wall behind you as Timothée steps forward, enclosing you in the alcove you’re hidden in.

Reaching a hand up to cup your face, Timothée wastes no time in connecting his lips with yours. You know it’s cliché but you swear the feeling sends sparks throughout your body instantly.

A hunger that has been trapped for way too long consumes both you and the brunette. You grasp the front of Timothée’s jacket and bring him even closer to you somehow, your bodies flush against each other.

Timothée nibbles lightly at your bottom lip and the feeling drives you crazy. His other hand is on your waist, and even through the layers of fabric in your dress you can feel the heat radiating from his hand into your hip.

“Let’s go back to my hotel.” The actor’s voice is rich with lust and the sound has your head spinning. There’s nothing more you’d rather do but…

“What about the after party? We have to go to that outfit change and-“

“Fuck the after party,” You meet Timothée’s gaze and the heat in your belly immediately intensifies. “Right now all I want is you.”

Heart beating a million times faster, you nod your head and don’t even think twice before following Timothée out of the alcove and outside to try and get to the car. The temperature has gone down slightly since you were outside earlier, but it does nothing to calm your burning skin, still tingling from the feeling of the man on you mere seconds ago.

There’s still a lot of people outside the venue; attendees waiting on their rides, fans trying to get a last glimpse at their favorite movie stars, and paparazzi wanting even more pictures than they got earlier.

You look around and somehow spot Lilah in the crowd. Thinking back to when you were getting ready, you remember her saying she’d wait for you after the Oscars, not wanting you to be alone after everything. Little did she know the plans you’d end up having.

Glancing at Timothée, you take note of the fact he’s still on the phone. His tone is rushed, yet polite. You can tell he’s itching to get out of here as much as you are. Timothée himself doesn’t even know how he’s still making any sense on the phone, his only thoughts being of you and wanting to take off your dress as quick as possible.

“Lilah!” You call out. Luckily your assistant is somehow able to hear you over the bustle of everything. She spots you and makes her way towards you.

“Hey! How’d everything go?” Her eyes flick towards Timothée and you see the small smirk that plays on her lips.

“You mean the Oscar’s or with Timothée?” You tease and Lilah blushes.

“Both?”

“Incredible!” You squeal. It takes everything in you not to jump up and down thinking about what’s happened between you and Timothée in the span of the last ten minutes.

“Yes! I knew it!” Lilah lets nothing hold her back as she claps her hands and does a little shake.

“I see that now! Timothée and I were so clueless. We had no idea you and Callie were conspiring to try and get us together. We could’ve been a couple ages ago if we just would’ve put two and two together.”

“Hey we did our best, we figured you guys would’ve figured it out on your own. Apparently not as quick as we originally thought, though.” Lilah laughs and you do the same. “At least it all worked out. I only assume so anyways considering the way Timothée hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you came over here, and the fact it looks like he’s gonna jump your bones any second.”

“Lilah!” You gasp, feeling heat rush to your face.

“What! I’m just saying,” she winks. “I guess I don’t even have to ask if you’re coming to the after party? Seems you’ll be busy…”

“Okay, that’s it! I’m leaving!” You turn away from your assistant as she starts to crack up.

“Text me later, love you!” Lilah says in a sing song voice.

Shaking your head, you can’t help the smile that forms on your face. Calling over your shoulder you say, “I will, love you too!”

Making your way back to Timothée, you see exactly what Lilah was talking about. His eyes bore into you heavily and are filled with a look you’ve only ever dreamed he’d give you. Your knees nearly buckle as his hand comes up to your lower back and grips you firmly, turning you towards a car pulling up to the sidewalk.

There’s still a decent sized crowd surrounding you, so when you feel Timothée flush against your back and leaning in, you stiffen, heart pounding in your chest.

“I can’t wait to see what’s under that dress,” he whispers against your ear and your head nearly lulls backwards, goosebumps spreading across your body immediately.

The driver gets out of the car and opens the back door for you and Timothée. The brunette leaves your side, not giving you the option to reply. You follow him and he lets you into the car first before climbing in after you. The driver shuts the door and thus begins what feels like the longest car ride of your life.

*****

Even though it was silent the entire drive to Timothée’s hotel, you still feel as if you had a whole conversation. Timothée’s actions spoke much louder than any words he could’ve said. The looks he gave you, the slight touches when the car would jerk a certain way, the spread of his legs, and the twitches in his jaw. You practically jumped out of the car the moment it stopped in front of the hotel, wanting to get to his room as fast as possible.

Fans meet you at the entrance of the hotel, you do your best to keep your composure and not let on to anything. Thankfully, security rushes you inside, not wanting a frenzy to break out.

Once inside, you stop and suddenly realize you have no idea where to go. You’re staying at a different hotel than Timothée, you don’t even have a clue what floor he’s on.

Turning around to check with Timothée, you nearly smack into him as he appears right behind you. You basically feel the rumbling in his chest as he chuckles.

“This way, mon chéri.” Timothée’s hand is back on your lower back and the feeling of his hand combined with the sound of his nickname for you leaves you feeling dizzy. At this point, this man is going to make you pass out.

The ride in the elevator up to Timothée’s floor is just as silent as the car ride was. The only sound filling the space is that of your heavy breathing. When the elevator dings and the doors open, you feel butterflies fill your stomach. Excitement and nerves coursing your body at the idea of what’s going to happen once you reach the hotel room.

Sure being with Timothée intimately has crossed your mind before, but you never thought it’d actually happen. There's little time for your thoughts to spiral, as you've already reached your destination. Timothée opens the door and you're immediately rushed inside, the boy's hands circling your waist and then pushing you up against the door.

The brunette's lips connect with yours and you’re instantly intoxicated by his close proximity, scent, and feeling of his lips on yours. Your hands intertwine in his hair, pulling at the curls you've daydreamed about running your hands through for ages.

Timothée trails his hands up your back and begins to tug on the zipper of your dress. Your back arches as he slowly brings the zipper down, exposing your goosebump covered skin.

As soon as your dress is completely unzipped, you reach down and push on the flaps of Timothée's jacket, running your hands over his bare shoulders as the sleeves fall down his arms.

Stepping back, you let the Dior gown fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Breathing deeply, Timothée takes all of you in, mesmerized by every inch of your body.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, stepping forward and placing one hand lightly on your waist and the other on your cheek. You can't help but flush and begin to feel shy. His green eyes are piercing and it's as if he can see every imperfection, every insecurity. You trust him with every fiber of your being, yet you can't help the feeling, and you know he can tell. "Hey it's okay, it's just me. You don't have to hide from me."

Meeting his gaze, you can feel the sincerity in his words, can feel the genuine love in every touch as Timothée's hands trail your skin. "I love you," you breathe out.

"I love you, too." Timothée rushes forward and takes your lips between his again. Your bodies are flush against each other, closer than ever as skin meets skin. You can feel the coolness of the silver necklace around Timothée's neck as it falls in-between your breasts, but you don't mind one bit.

Timothée turns the both of you, guiding you backwards towards the large bed in the hotel room. His lips leave yours as he starts to kiss across your jaw and down your neck.

Your breathing becomes more rapid, your senses filled with nothing but Timothée and the feeling of his lips on your skin. You run your hands down the brunette's back, bringing them around to his lower abdomen and tracing the dips you couldn't stop staring at earlier.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Timothée says breathlessly.

"The feeling is mutual." You drop back onto the bed and Timothée wastes no time in following you, hovering over your exposed body. His fingers trace down your sides, stopping once they've reached the waistband of your underwear. Sliding them down your legs, he tosses them to the side before leaning down and hovering over you once more. You reach up and pull on his necklace, bringing him in close to you for a kiss.

You grasp Timothée's hair in your fingers again and let your hands follow his movements as his head begins to travel down your body. Timothée kisses as many parts of you that he can. He nips and sucks on your skin as he goes lower and lower until...

oh.

*****

The room is relatively quiet, only the sound of Timothée in the shower filling the large space. You had already taken one and are now comfortably wrapped up in the bedsheets as you wait for him to join you. Your muscles ache and you can already see small bruises forming around your body, but you couldn't care less. You wouldn't trade tonight for anything.

As you listen to the running water and small hums of different songs coming from Timothée, you reach over and grab your phone, remembering something from earlier.

Opening Twitter, you click the magnifying glass icon, eager to check the trending page. Countless other things occurred tonight, so you're sure even if you and Timothée were trending earlier in the evening, you wouldn't be now.

Scrolling down the page, you're surprised to see the two of you are still one of the top trends. Excitement and wonder fills you, you're eager to see if all those things the fans said earlier are true. Surely you would've noticed if Timothée was showing any signs of interest on the carpet, right?

Clicking on the tag, your phone is instantly flooded with thousands of tweets showcasing different pictures and videos of the two of you on the carpet. Clicking one of the top videos, you notice it's of Timothée and Callie. They seems to be saying something to each other before the camera moves and you pop up on the screen. It goes back to Timothée and you do your best to make out the words he's saying.

It looks as if he says, "God, she's gorgeous," and suddenly your stomach is full of those butterflies again. You watch as Timothée starts to walk towards you on the carpet, but then the video ends. You scroll through the replies and see a bunch of fans' comments, uttering their interpretations of what Tim said. Majority say the same as what you thought and it makes your heart swell to know Timothée's love and adoration is so evident. You can't believe you never realized it before.

Scrolling a little more you come across another video, this time of the two of you on the carpet together. You click it and watch as you turn to look back at Lilah. You study Timothée's movements and take in how his eyes shine as he looks at you, the way his smile gets a little bit deeper. You're not even looking at him in that moment but he still looks at you as if you were.

You watch as Timothée sticks out his hand for you and grin at the way your hand looks in his; perfect. Maybe it's all in your head, but it seems the fans weren't kidding earlier. Timothée really does wear his heart on his sleeve. You couldn't ask for anyone better, nor would you want to.

Timothée comes out of the bathroom and you take him in as he towel dries his hair. His jewelry is long gone, leaving him bare with nothing but a towel on. His skin glistens with the leftover water from the shower, and even being in such a simple state, Timothée is still the most beautiful guy you've ever seen.

It doesn't take long for Timothée to notice you staring. He smiles at you and quirks an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just, God, you're gorgeous," you smile. You're not sure if Timothée even knows you're copying his own statement about you, but it doesn't matter because you quickly find yourself wrapped in his arms, feeling his laughter shake in his chest as he gets shy over your words.

Lightly sighing, you take in this perfect moment, wanting to stay in it forever. Tonight was a whirlwind, it was full of glitz and glamour, gossip and drama, but most importantly it was full of love.

It may have taken longer than it should have for you and Timothée to get together, but you have each other now and that's all that really matters.

And to think it's all because of some academy attraction.

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PSA on sharing others' twst merch pictures + jp fandom etiquette

Okay guys, it’s time to sit down and have a serious talk for a second 😣

With the recent deliveries of 2023 Valentine Gifts to Japanese fans, I noticed that many had censored the text (whereas in previous years, it was much easier to locate uncensored letters). At the same time, I've also noticed many international fans reposting pictures (which do show the uncensored text) taken from Japanese fans' accounts to sort of "live react" or scream about the contents (rather than sharing and/or liking the original post they clearly took the images from).

Admittedly, this is an issue that moreso plagues TWST Twitter than TWST Tumblr, but I know that there are fans that frequent both platforms and are unaware of this issue. Here in this post, I'm going to talk about why spreading someone else's merch pictures looks bad for us (in the international TWST fandom), why you shouldn't do it, and what you can do instead.

First thing's first, let's think of it this way: this situation is similar to art/writing/translation theft. One can make the argument that technically since the work being shared around is "not original/not made by the OP" then it is okay to just take it and spread it. That's not the problem here; the problem is that someone else spent their hard-earned money to obtain this item, and some OPs even go out of their way to make elaborate set-ups to take pictures of their merchandise. The act of taking something that isn't yours but still posting it without crediting the OP (and thus taking the credit for yourself, even if not explicitly claimed to be "yours") still pervades. If you want to think of it another way, it’s like not citing your sources properly in an essay. What makes this behavior worse is that it's literally SO easy to just retweet and/or like the original post. But no, instead people are actively making the decision to take their photos without so much as linking back to the OP. What purpose does that serve, especially when it's considerably more effort than liking/retweeting? Not to mention the harm it does for the already shaky relations between Japanese and international fans 💦 I already mentioned before that the number of uncensored Valentine Gifts has gone WAY down in 2023, and I'd wager that this is, in part, due to international fans often engaging in this aforementioned "picture theft". It is seen as something done in poor taste, but it is not often overtly spoken about due to the language barrier and/or Japanese fans not being as outspoken as, say, western fans are. Japanese fans are sharing pictures of their merch to express their excitement and share the love of their favorite character(s) with others. It feels like a violation of those positive feelings to have someone else come along, snatch up the picture they lovingly took, and pass if off as essentially their own without permission or even acknowledging that the OP exists. We also need to consider the possibility that some Japanese fans may be uncomfortable with their pictures being spread around because it unintentionally spoils others. Their excitement should not impact others' experiences, so when this is done outside of their own control it can make them feel helpless. They are NOT posting these very personal pictures for clout, but to spread their joy to their friends and followers. That's why so many Japanese fans now feel discouraged from sharing something they love so much with fellow fans--because their boundaries and intentions are not being respected. We want to see the Valentine Gifts and other awesome pictures of TWST merch in the future? Then we need to give our fellow fans the courtesy they deserve. We should NOT act entitled to or feel owed for what is paid content that other people purchased. This should be a GIVEN act of basic human decency. Furthermore, PLEASE remember that in continuing to take pictures that don't belong to you, you're only going to make it harder for yourself to all to see Valentine Gifts moving forward (save for buying all 28 letters yourself, or hunting down the 28 individually on a platform now scarce of the uncensored versions). The OPs’ feelings are obviously much more important than international fans not getting their fix of merch pics, but if that’s how the situation needs to be reframed to make people reconsider their actions, then reframe it we shall. Merch picture theft, combined with international fans misusing the JP fandom's tagging system to increase visibility of their posts (even when the content is not relevant), acting entitled to translations of official and fan content, and instances of international fans acting aggressively and harassing Japanese fans has created an environment of distrust. It's only going to get worse if we can't draw a line in the sand here and now.

The intention in calling attention to this issue is NOT to gatekeep Japanese merch from an international audience. You have MANY options available to you where you can engage with OP’s post, still see and enjoy the content, AND be polite about it.

What's NOT okay to do?:

Taking OP's picture and reposting it with no credit.

Taking OP's picture and editing it (filters, drawing over it, etc.) before reposting.

Asking OP to uncensor the image(s).

Contentious to do:

Quote retweet! (Japanese fans are generally iffy with internet strangers in their mentions. This may vary from OP to OP.)

Commenting on OP's post! (Like QRTing, the Japanese fandom generally does not like comments unless they come from mutuals/people they are familiar with. Again, this may vary from OP to OP. It’s best to preface comments with an “excuse me”, “I’m not a mutual but”, or something along those lines to be polite.)

Linking or crediting the OP in a thread, especially if it is the second tweet or beyond (because not everyone will read the entire thread, and therefore they may miss the credit). If you’re going to credit OP in a thread, do it in the initial tweet or as soon as possible in your own post.

Asking for and getting OP's permission to share their picture in a public space. (I would advise against this one due to potential language barriers. This method may also put OP on the spot to give a certain reply.)

So... what IS okay to do?:

Liking OP's post!

Retweeting (or whatever the equivalent of sharing is) the OP's post!

Sharing OP's post or images in private spaces (ie DMs, among friends/group chats, etc.)

Sharing only the TEXT of merch items in public.

Sharing your OWN pictures.

Sharing your reactions to merch in your own post (without any pictures).

Sharing/referencing a database created by the OP (same person who took all the pictures in the database) for the sole intention of being shared.

Asking to see merch images taken by your friends.

I did my best to research this situation and to give appropriate advice on it, but please let me know if I flubbed up somewhere 💦

Anyway!! I hope that you found this post enlightening and that you take its message to heart 🙇‍♀️ Please, let's all try to be more mindful of how we share things that we're excited about in this fandom!! We can still have fun and scream about our favorite characters without souring the experience for other fans!!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst merch #twisted wonderland merch #disney twisted wonderland #twst en #twisted wonderland en #twst valentine #twisted wonderland valentine #notes from the writing raven #advice #twst valentines #twisted wonderland valentines #twst valentine gift #twisted wonderland valentine gift #twst valentines day letters #twisted wonderland valentines day letters

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a-student-out-of-time · 8 months

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PSA TIME WITH MOD BUBBLES

//I’ve talked a lot about DRDT, and that’s because I’m honestly so blown away by how good it is and how talented the dev is as a creator. At no point have I ever meant to imply that my interpretation of DRDT or the outcome of the story is the only correct one, I’ve only been speculating on it based on the evidence in the text.

//And while I complain a lot about works from creators like LINUJ, that’s only because of writing decisions that either diminish the work’s quality, damage the story and/or characters, or harm whatever messages it’s going for. Even then, I still try to see the good in works I critique and how I think they can be improved, because that's what constructive criticism should be about. My criticisms have never been intended as personal attacks and I’ve been trying to go out of my way to ensure they remain professional and constructive.

//I really don't have a bad word to say about the creator or the fangan itself. I actually want to talk about something else here.

//To be honest, I sympathize with their feelings. The amount of times I've seen posts from people in the fandom taking the piss out of my Switch Theory, mocking it, calling it stupid and me stupid by extension, and spreading misinformation about it? It's a lot. To say nothing about my work on this blog.

//As a small creator myself, I’ve had to develop a thicker skin when it comes to taking criticism or getting hate asks. Early ones I got were pretty harsh, and it did send me into a malaise for many days or weeks at a time, and I had to learn not to try writing when I didn’t feel up to it. Now I have the confidence to challenge bad faith arguments, and I have help from co-creators and friends to improve things.

//I say this because a lot of those asks and a lot of that negativity did affect me and I had to learn to not let it bother me. I still get sad and frustrated, but it’s not a creator-killing attitude for me anymore. That's not always the case every creator, unfortunately.

//Obviously I’m not talking about every single person in the fandom, but I just want to make this clear for fans of any work: please, for the love of all that is good and kind and decent, think about what you say about creators.

//I’m not talking about calling out creators for unrepentant bad behavior, you can and should do that. I’m talking about harassment, entitlement, and even just thoughtlessness commentary that goes into things said about small creators who work on passion projects, who aren’t making money off of it and who are just trying to do their best.

//It can be easy to think your comments, your criticisms, or even your attempts to be funny will be perceived how you perceive them, but not everyone will take them the same way. Your thought processes are not universal, and something small and innocuous to you can really hit a sore spot for someone else. Some people are more sensitive than others, and that’s something you really to keep in mind.

//This is especially true if you’re saying things about a creator themselves. There’s a difference between something like “here’s where I think the creator’s work could be improved” and “the creator is so X.” You can hurt them with the latter more than the former, because that feels very targeted and personalized. Even if it's not true, some people are much more self-conscious than others.

//At the same time, the response to this sort of thing is not and should NEVER be “let’s gang up on the person who said that and force them out of the fandom.” That’s unacceptable, no matter the circumstance. I’ve blocked people who've tried to have that attitude about critics of my own story because I will never endorse that behavior.

//This isn’t meant to be a call-out post, just a PSA on why you should exercise some compassion and thought, and don’t make unnecessary commentary about creators who work hard on projects like these for no money, or for people who say things without intending to be hurtful. We creators do it because we have something we want to share, and as bad as bullying can get, comments like that are worse in their own way.

//Even if you don't intend it to be hurtful, thoughtlessness can hurt worse than open cruelty. Please keep that in mind when talking about other people, especially people you either don’t know or only know from their work or one bad action. At the same time, someone making one bad comment is not an excuse for you to declare war on them.

//Above all, just be kind to people and show how much you appreciate their work. Even small comments have gotten me through periods of bad depression, and when people need time to work on their health before they feel ready to get back to working on their projects, respect that. We aren't content machines, we're just as human as the rest of you.

//Finally, to the DT dev, I don't know if you'll see this, but I've been where you are and also had to take time off for myself. I feel lucky that I have so many kind people in my life, and I sincerely hope you do too. Take all the time you need, and know you've got my wholehearted support when you do return.

#mod talks #a student out of time #drdt #danganronpa despair time #drdtappreciation

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year

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Part 5 - Anjelica

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Part 4 -- Part 6

Pairing: August Walker x OFC (Anjelica Madden)

Summary: There are a million ways to agitate August, but only very few to calm him down again. Luckily Anjelica doesn't mind his darker methods of stress-relief.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI!, Dom!August, slightly bratty Sub!OFC - established relationship, angry sex, BDSM: heavy on the D/s & heavy on the S/M, spanking, bruising, dacryphilia light?, praise kink, slight humiliation/degradation kink?, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, some choking (on dick but also a solid throat grab), p in v sex - doggy bent over a desk, hair pulling (like LOTS of it), some serious manhandling, a couple of slaps to the face, oral (f receiving), technically unsafe sex (use protection, folks). We also have frequent check-ins and aftercare!!! Y'all I'm really exposing myself here...

Word count: 4.7k

A/N: August and Angie have been together for a while, this is not their first rodeo... A little PSA: August does not call Angie 'Angel' in-scene - nor wil he ever. (If he ever does, Ange will punch him in the nuts, and he'll know he deserved it.) It's just ridiculously important to me that y'all know this. If you see "Angel", that's him checking in on her. Class dismissed.

This was inspired by that "You know I love you, right, because I'm about to fuck you like I don't" post that I now can't find. Today, we're talking SMUT under the cut. Proceed w/ caution.

“Anjelica?” August felt like a fool; knocking on his own bedroom door, begging to be let in. But it was locked, and though he knew that it wouldn’t be difficult to knock it from its hinges, he valued his privacy too much to go without a door for even a minute, let alone a few weeks. His brow furrowed, slender fingers pinched the bridge of his nose as he willed every unruly cell of his mind into submission to prevent himself from lashing out a second time today - at her, no less; he was sure she would be less than appreciative. A deep sigh escaped his throat, and he righted himself before knocking on the door once again.

“Angel?” His voice was firm and clear, and loud enough to be heard by at least the roommates on this floor, and everyone in the hallway - including Marshall, who just made his way up the stairs. Luckily, Walter Marshall wasn’t born yesterday, and wisely held his tongue as he quietly slipped into his own bedroom. The lock of the door turned and it flew open, a small hand grabbed his jacket and pulled him into the room. God, she looked maddeningly beautiful when angry.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He spread his arms in demonstratively feigned surrender.

“Liar,” she retorted simply, snorting derisively at his behavior. She knew him, and understood perfectly that he must have had his reasons - however faulty his logic may turn out to be in the end. Her callous remark left him irate, anger searing his veins; another impending eruption for him to swallow down and repress. Then, soft hands on his chest, like a cool ocean washing over the scorching magma beneath his skin.

“Angel,” he whispered softly as the hands slid to the side of his neck, thumbs lightly caressing his stubbled jaw. They made their way along his shoulders, where they squeezed his tense muscles before moving further down to his arms. Finally, they snaked around his waist and pulled him close - or rather; she stepped close to him, for the pressure she exerted on his body wasn’t nearly enough to move him. She pressed herself into his chest, and he nestled his face into the soft curls on the top of her head and sighed again.

They stood there like that for a while, his chin resting on her head, her head against his shoulder. He smelled her perfume, felt how her curls danced against his neck, and heard her breath. But most of all, he felt her body against his: the soft curves of her breasts against his body, her gently writhing hips beneath his hands, her willingness to conform to his will, longing for his touch. August knew her well enough to recognize the more subtle signs of her arousal. He took her face between his hands and moved her so he could look into her eyes.

"Angel," he started, but wasn’t given a chance to finish.

"It's 'pineapple', August," she chuckled softly, "you don't need to ask every time."

"Just making sure you remember," he whispered. Guilt twisted his stomach as he looked at her beautiful face between his hands and let his mind be overrun with thoughts he normally kept safely under wraps, at long last ceasing his continuous efforts to rein in the sinister concoctions that originated in the perverse parts of his consciousness.

"You know that I love you, right, Angel?" He asked, so softly that any more space between them would have rendered his words inaudible to her.

"Absolutely. And I you." She whispered with a solemnity reminiscent of spiritual communion. Her gaze pierced his, and it was as though she stared straight into his soul. For a moment, August felt embarrassment as he was convinced that she was in this moment wholly initiated into the darkness inside his mind.

"Good," his voice was hoarse, barely loud enough to be made out over the soft music that played in the background, "remember that, too."

Rationale then lost the war it had until now waged against scorching ire and depraved sentiments. A combination that could make anyone into a crude adversary, but, coupled further with his robust physique, made August truly dangerous; unassailable, unrelenting and perfectly terrifying. He let one of his large hands slide from her cheek to the back of her head, where his long fingers entwined with her hair, gathering as much as possible before closing his hand around her locks. Anjelica winced and a high-pitched noise escaped her throat. The pitiful exhibition of discomfort sent a surge of exhilaration through August's body. His grip on her hair tightened and he pulled her head back while his other hand tore at the buttons of her blouse, unveiling a bra that left little to the imagination. For a moment, August stared at his beautiful Angel in gentle adoration, fingers tenderly tracing the curves of the soft flesh of her chest. She let out a moan, the sound dripping with lust, and arched her back in an attempt to prolong the pleasant contact. Alas, opposite her stood a man with no intentions of granting her pleasure or release, but instead a sadistic brute in search of someone upon whom to unleash his anger. His hand struck her breast so suddenly and fiercely that she couldn't suppress a soft squeal. August immediately raised his hand, and delivered a sharp blow to her cheek. The stinging coaxed another shriek from her lips, this time of agony rather than shock, and louder.

"Shut up." August snarled through gritted teeth. Anjelica looked at him, eyes wide with terror, both unwilling and unable to go against his order. The sting in her cheek was renewed by another slap, even harder than the first one. A pained yelp crept over her lips; a reflex she wasn’t even aware of until after the fact. Her eyes shot up at August, begging him for mercy, only to be met with his ruthless, icy glare. Every fiber in her body begged her to run, but she knew her efforts would be fruitless, and besides that, why should she want to leave? August's hand had once again descended to her chest, squeezing the flesh of her breasts so brutally that Anjelica was sure he would leave marks. Unthinkingly, she struggled against his crude explorations, this time expecting his sadistic response, and still woefully unprepared for the impact. Two of his fingers found their way to her nipple and squeezed, the pressure increasing at an agonizingly slow pace. Anjelica focused on her breathing and managed to still the overwhelming urge to scream. She was so eager to please him, forever yearning for his admiration, wanting nothing more than to be good for him - and August would happily provide her with ample opportunities to prove herself. He found it incredibly enticing to watch her as she pushed her boundaries to gain his approval, and while he swelled with pride - in every imaginable sense - when she succeeded, he relished the consequences of her failure equally as much.

"Well done," August mused and he slightly loosened his grip on her hair. His index finger circled around her sore nipple. "Such a good girl. Let's see if you can take more, hm?" She winced as his fingers reached for her other breast, giving it the same treatment as the other side. She sobbed softly as the pain began to get the better of her. When he dug his fingernails into the sensitive skin, tears welled up in Anjelica’s eyes, but she remained silent - until he twisted his fingers slightly and she could do nothing but shriek at the torture.

"Well, well," August sneered, "had enough already? Pathetic." Tears fell down her cheeks. They were the result, to a degree, of his nefarious ministrations, but also - perhaps more so - of her failure to obey her beloved. His expression of disappointment cut through her like a knife, yet at the same time fueled the fire that burned within her. August smiled at the sight of the evidence of her suffering as it made its way down to her chin from her eyes, leaving little trails, wet and glistening, on her cheeks. He pulled her hair, turning her head to make it easier to marvel at the alluring declaration of grief that adorned her face.

"You're so pretty when you cry, princess," he spoke sweetly, "but I need you to do better than this." He pulled her closer to his body and reached around to her ass, pulling her skirt up to grant himself access to the naked flesh of her cheeks, spanking them a few times in quick succession before squeezing hard. His hips pushed into her and she could clearly feel his hardened cock as it pressed against her stomach. The grip on her ass softened, and he forced her to step aside slightly with a firm tug on her hair. He moved her so that her head rested on his shoulder before letting go of her hair and gently massaging her scalp. Anjelica leaned into him as she attempted to catch her breath. If it weren’t for his strong arms around her, she would surely have collapsed - one would be hard-pressed to find a part of her body that wasn’t shaking, but her legs were undoubtedly the least reliable in this moment.

“Are you okay, Angel?” August whispered. He stroked her hair as he waited for a response.

“Yes, perfectly,” she replied as she looked up at the man she loved, still teary-eyed and sniffling. For a moment, he looked at her, deciding whether her answer was truthful. It wasn’t until he felt her regain her footing that the concern in his eyes gave way to that stern look that made her feel butterflies.

“Now are you going to be good for me and stop crying, princess? Or am I going to have to give you a real reason to cry?” He kneaded her behind so violently that she had no prayer at bringing her cries to a halt. His previous assault had set the skin of her rear aglow, which heightened the sensations brought forth by his unforgiving touch.

“I see you’ve made your choice, then,” August said, a cruel edge to his naturally dark voice. Another series of swift spanks reached her bottom and she knew that from now on, to attempt to bear his cruelty in silence would be an exercise in futility. Lost in callous malevolence, August delivered each new strike with more excruciating force than the last, until her skin was red and warm to the touch. Anjelica buried her head in his neck, hushing her cries as they grew louder with each hit, relishing the stinging sensation incited by the impact of August’s large hand on her skin. Heat pooled at her core as each smack drove her wild with desire, so much, even, that she whined regretfully when the assault was ceased. August rested his hand on her rear, fingers tracing soft circles over the flushed skin. She melted into the new calm brought forth by his gentle touch, only to quickly come to the conclusion that she should have known better, but by then it was too late. Her naivety was punished with a fierce pinch, and she was engulfed in the searing pain it brought forth.

“Fuck!” She cried out against his neck. His reaction was immediate: before she could even begin to contemplate the possible consequences of her actions, his hand was at her throat, squeezing at the sides of her neck with calculated force. Anjelica gasped as August forced her head away from his shoulders, pushing her further and further away until he held her at arms length and stared at her.

“N-no,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse and trembling in terror. August scoffed, his eyes fiery with abject contempt.

“What was that?” He spoke softly. She could see the movement of the muscle beneath the stubble on his cheek as he clenched his jaw, furthering the demonstration of disgust that already spoke all too clearly from his icy gaze alone.

“I-I didn’t m-mean it,” Anjelica stuttered. She was shaking like a leaf. Goosebumps covered the whole of her skin, and in that moment she was so utterly wrought with fear that she felt her knees might give out. The grip on her throat relaxed, and the hand that had been responsible for it worked its way to the back of her head, where it tangled once again with her hair. August dragged her back towards him, bringing her ear close to his lips.

"Did I fucking stutter, princess?" He snarled. His mouth took hold of her earlobe and he bit down so hard it made her cry out in pain. "I said: what was that?"

Anjelica took a deep breath, which hitched and trembled as she knew her voice would. Nevertheless, she was faced with an obligation to speak - she wouldn't sit comfortably for a week as it was, Lord knows what he would do if she provoked him any further. No, to disobey him now would be the epitome of lunacy.

"F-fuck," she repeated softly.

“You’re going to regret that,” he growled - knowing all too well she already did, “if you want to talk like a dirty whore, I’ll be glad to treat you like one. Get on your knees.” He didn’t give her much of a choice: he dragged your head down forcefully until she was on her knees in front of him. “And don’t make me ask.”

Her hands trembled as she undid his belt and trousers, and when she finally rid his cock of its confinement, she froze. Every single time, the size of him dazed her, though she was no longer afraid he would be too big for her - she knew better now. She was lost in thought when she felt the tip of his cock against her lips.

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours,” August groaned. Normally he liked it when she took her time taking him in, but he was in no mood for teasing, or pacing himself, or anything of the sort. Besides, the situation with Marshall had bled him of his patience, and he had had more than enough of her antics at this point in time. She’d been nothing short of an insolent little bitch. Of course, he wasn’t being entirely fair - deep down, he knew it, and he’d come to realize it fully after this was over: she couldn’t possibly have tried any harder to obey him, and even if she had done better, he would have just kept making it more difficult. It had been endearing to see her try so very hard, though. Her mouth opened for him and August pushed in. ‘Shoved’ was perhaps a more apt term, seeing as he acted rather abruptly and with unforgiving force. It startled her, and she moaned. The vibrations felt nothing short of divine around him. He allowed her to get used to him and to regain control of her breathing while he took a moment to enjoy being engulfed by the warmth of her mouth. Anjelica looked up at him, eyes full of equal amounts of fear and lust, when he tightened his grip on her hair. Agonizingly slowly, he pushed her head further onto him, forcing her to take the entirety of his length.

“My God, you are a filthy little whore,” he growled through gritted teeth. When her head pressed back against his hand, he allowed her some room to move, and for a moment, he relished the feeling of her warm mouth moving up and down his shaft. Anjelica was glad to see him relinquish his grasp on her hair, and her gratitude was reflected in the commitment with which she started sucking him off. She would be lying if she said she did not like the way he felt in her mouth, but more than that it was the way August crumbled beneath her touch when she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock or let him slide all the way to the back of her throat without breaking eye contact. The deep growls that emerged from his chest, the obscenities that spilled from his lips; she could hardly get enough of them. There was one downside to all of this, and it was soon to become painfully clear to her what that was.

“Don’t think you’re in charge now, you cheeky fucking brat.” August’s eyes spit fire as the dreaded grasp on your hair returned. Without warning, he thrust his hips forward - and his cock all the way back into your mouth. The first few times were doable: he wasn’t gentle, per se, but his thrusts were slow, which allowed her to get used to the new situation. It was always difficult to give up all control to him, even when she enjoyed so much to be entirely at his mercy. When he picked up the pace, she rebelled, knowing he would take by force what she would not give willingly. Her core burned with anticipation when she unconsciously jerked her head back against the pressure his hand provided. A similar sentiment spoke from his icy glare as he added his other hand behind her head and forced her back. He thrust into her at an unrelenting pace, deep and as hard as he estimated she could handle. Tears welled up in her eyes again, and they soon streamed down her cheeks, adding not only to the mess of black streaks from her running mascara, but also greatly to August’s arousal. Until now, he had always attempted to convince himself that it wasn’t the crying that turned him on - perhaps now was the time to stop lying. After a while, she relaxed around him - though it did nothing to stop the tears. She even began to counter his rhythm again, and whereas that normally would have been enough for him to move on to an even more brutal pace, he fought his darkest desires (which unceremoniously called for him to effectively rip her to shreds) and willed himself to keep the same, steady pace. Not long after, a hand creeped up to his thigh, and before Anjelica could even squeeze, he let go of her. She all but collapsed onto the floor, gagging and coughing, and generally - for lack of more elegant terms - a sloppy mess. August pulled her off the floor with ease, quietly lifting her and setting her on the edge of his desk. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and laid her head against his chest.

“Still good, Angel?” He whispered softly into her ear as she quietly sobbed in his arms.

“Yes, my love,” she sighed into his chest. Her slender, trembling fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt. When he noticed, he smiled and opened them for her, so she could slide her hand underneath it to feel the coarse hair and warm skin of his chest. She mentioned often how it comforted her, yet he was always surprised to find time and time again just how true that statement really was. August’s heart was racing beneath her fingers, his breathing uneven. She knew his tenderness and concern were genuine, ever present beneath the bitter rage he unleashed on her. Anjelica had never understood her desire to make him feel better, to have him release all his intense emotions on her at the expense of her own comfort - but never her pleasure - and she had long since made peace with the idea that she would remain forever in the dark when it came to these motivations. So thoroughly, even, that she had stopped searching for the reason altogether, and just subjected herself to his whims as a willing victim. She knew that this time she would not seek the logic behind her actions, either. Instead, she just did what she felt needed doing to satisfy the equally enigmatic desires of her lover.

“Get up,” he ordered after a minute or so. Without thinking, she heeded his command. His hands grabbed her hips as soon as her feet hit the floor, and he spun her around. “Bend over.” He pulled her underwear down and he used his knee to push her legs apart as she stepped out of it. For a moment, he admired the view. He loved seeing her like this: bent over his desk with her ass - still red from earlier and looking like bruises might form - on display. The heels didn’t hurt, either; she was wearing his favorite pair, no doubt on purpose. He traced his fingers up the back of her thigh, which made her wince so adorably that he ended his path by softly tapping her ass. She prayed to every god she could think of that he was just playing with her; there was no way she’d survive another beating like the one he gave her before. Despite the residual anger still inside him, August knew this. Lazily, he ran a finger through her folds, not surprised but - as always - very pleased at the wetness he encountered.

“And I was beginning to think you didn’t like this,” he chuckled softly as he lined up the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed into her core. Anjelica squealed as he sank into her, and stretched her walls around him. She felt every ridge, every vein on him and she cursed him for the excruciating languidity of his pace. She threw her hips back to meet his thrust.

“Such a needy little slut,” whispered as he pulled all the way out again, drawing a disappointed whimper from her lips. It was quickly followed by a moan of pleasure upon his return - much faster this time. The impact of his hips on her ass reminded her of the spanking from earlier, and the sensation heightened her arousal so intensely that she thought she had entirely lost her mind. August set a brutal pace, driving his cock into her with animalistic tenacity; every thrust forcing whines and cries from her throat that were nothing but a plea for more - more speed, more force, more of him. His strong fingers dug into her hips so harshly that Anjelica was sure they would leave another set of bruises on her body. As much as she never wanted this to end, she knew she would soon be confronted with two very real setbacks: First were her own physical limits, second were August’s, whose breathing revealed that he would not last much longer. The vicious rhythm of his hips grew more erratic as he neared climax and with a few merciless strokes, he finished deep inside of her with a feral grunt. He leaned over, hands gripping the desk next to her hips, and for a moment he stood there like that, catching his breath, dipping head to press tender kisses to her spine. When he pulled away, she whimpered at the empty feeling he left in her core.

Strong hands pulled her up firmly and pulled her body against his, embracing her warmly for a moment before taking her into his arms and carrying her to the bed. He sat down at her feet, stroking her lower legs softly as he let his head hang. The guilt he had felt earlier returned to him in full force and embarrassment set in, which they both knew would soon morph into an extreme urge to please her, as he felt he needed to make up for what he had done. Right now, he couldn’t bear to look at her; her tear-streaked face too much of a painful testament to his brutishness for him to behold. She shivered as the cold air in the room cooled the sheen of sweat that covered her body, and immediately August grabbed a blanket off the foot of the bed and handed it to her. Anjelica wrapped it around her shoulders, not quite willing to take her body away from his gaze, not quite ready to settle into the comfortable ritual they had developed to come back down. August smiled when he realized what she asked of him, what she expected, almost, and heeded her unspoken command. His hand found her ankle and lifted it up to his shoulder, freeing her foot of the confines of the strappy high-heeled shoe that was still on it. A whine fell from her lips as she flexed her foot a few times. While pressing his lips to her soft skin, he gently massaged her calf with one hand while the other pulled the shoe from her other foot before giving the sore muscles on that side the same treatment. She moaned, the sound dripping with relief as his fingers lovingly squeezed and caressed the knots in her cramped legs, slowly working their way up. His mouth followed suit, gently pressing soft kisses from the ankle of her left knee all the way up to the inside of her thigh. No part of him considered teasing her, drawing this out, or denying her pleasure altogether; he wanted now to serve her as she had him. It was his turn, his moment, and, in some ways, his apology. The sweet taste of her arousal was mixed with the salinity of his seed - a testimony to their connection, their love. A few tender swirls around her swollen pearl told him that he wouldn’t be given much time to savor the taste, causing him to eagerly take in as much as he could before she would inevitably come undone under his touch. And come undone she did; she sank her teeth into the blanket to stifle her cries, her back arched, toes curled, muscles spasmed until finally she collapsed back onto the bed, drifting in nothingness - dazed and exhausted. Anjelica was too tired to say anything when August disappeared altogether. She was worried - if only for a second - that he would not return to her at all. It was utter nonsense: she knew that he would never leave her here like this, and the comforting sound of the fridge opening and closing confirmed her beliefs.

“Drink something,” August said as he held the bottle of water to her lips. “Is there anything I can get you? Anything you need?” His voice was soft and kind, his fingers traced tenderly over her thighs as he spoke and his eyes held an expression full of adoration, bordering on reverence. It was definitely no unusual thing for him to care so explicitly for her wellbeing in these situations, but this time seemed different - so much so, that Anjelica felt an overwhelming desire to return his question to him, and so she did.

“I could do with a shower,” he said hesitantly, as if his own wants and needs had been on the back burner until now. Knowing him, they probably had been.

“Would you like me to keep you company?” She asked softly, careful not to come across as too suggestive. She was always fond of a shower after these sessions, but she always took them alone, as August normally preferred to shower in the morning. For some reason, August’s voice failed him, and he could do nothing but nod. Gently - not that she knew any other way - Anjelica took his hand and pulled him off the bed, handing him his robe and making herself decent enough for a trip across the hallway.

Barely discernible - courtesy of the hot water and the fog it produced - were the forms of the two people who held on to each other for dear life. Each clung to the other for their own reasons; she held him for his comfort rather than her own, sensing he needed to feel her close - he held her by means of an apology. His gentle touch was all he could offer now, after what he had put her through. August raked his fingers through the long curls, dragging them tenderly over her scalp, his heart breaking a bit more every time she winced at even the lightest touch.

“I’m sorry for hurting you, Angel,” he murmured into her hair.

“You weren’t,” Anjelica whispered against his chest in reply, “you were making love to me.”

Part 6

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animentality · 1 year

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PSA

As some of you know, I recently published a novel about a demon summoning assassin with an impossible hit, who constantly finds himself running into all of his assassin exes (as if he didn't have enough problems).

I just wanted you all to know, that it is free from today, February 22nd to February 26th, so if you were ever even remotely interested, or know someone who is, now is the time!!! Would appreciate a signal boost to spread awareness.

Full cover and description below, THANKS FOR WATCHiNG FOLKS.

Twenty-three-year-old CEO Don Francisco wants one of the richest women in the world dead. Which one? Daphne Oakland: actress, model, heir to the Oakland financial empire, and unbeknownst to the general public, talented demon summoner. But since Francisco isn’t nearly as rich as the established Oakland family, he hires the only assassin he can afford: Sebastián Monterey, a down-on-his-luck, struggling demon summoner, the cheapest and lowest ranking one there is.

But Monterey is nothing like Cisco expected. He’s high-spirited, reckless, relentlessly cheerful …and worse, he’s a bit of a slut. The CEO is horrified to find out that Monterey has not just one, but seven angry exes in the killing business, who will stop at nothing to get in the way of an already impossible hit. Not only do they have personal reasons for wanting to see their former lover dead, they also have professional reasons: they are all currently employed by the Oakland family members!

To make matters worse, Monterey finds out the Oaklands are each protecting a demon ritual artifact for Daphne. When brought together, all 7 can be used to summon a demon more powerful than any currently contracted on earth. If he is to carry out this hit at all, he’ll have to interfere with the summon by stealing every artifact, and maybe even summon the demon before Daphne can.

But that's only if none of his exes kill him first!

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saltylemonade13 · 11 months

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Edit: I am afraid that I may have spread some misinformation, and a lot of the information in this post is technically wrong now. So please PLEASE check the comments! someone left a link to a post on twitter explaining how Hobie’s age is up to opinion, and I think everyone should look at that first. I will still be keeping this post up to to provide a link to the interview if you want to watch it yourself, and I also want to see what other peoples opinions are on the subject! (Please keep it friendly) However, if you are curious to read the psa, go ahead, but keep in mind that it isn’t exactly accurate anymore.

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PSA FOR PUNKFLOWER FANS

WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER- VERSE

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Yall I think we messed up. Hobie could be an adult and we all were wrong about him being 16. My evidence comes from an interview with co-director Kemp Powers. In the interview we get a short mention on Hobie Brown, and that includes his age. [Timestamp: 1:02:21]

And the quote is as following: “… We need to make that character look like a dork. And the character that makes that character look like a dork is Spider Punk. Y’know he’s- he’s nineteen- twenty, six foot three inches tall real thin…”

As far as I am aware this is the best conformation of his age that I have found. HOWEVER this could possibly be referring to the comic version of Hobie, and how the directors found him and all of COMIC Hobie’s details, as we know that in the comics- he’s an adult. But its important to not this because, on every other site I check- they say he’s around 16, and maybe a little older than Gwen. But I’m hesitant because all of those sites have little to no confirmation, and aren’t a stable source of evidence.

ALSO if Hobie really is 19-20 that makes the whole “love triangle” thing with Gwen REALLY weird. I’ve seen a lot of people say that the love triangle was a joke and wasn’t a serious plot point, but again, the interview says other wise.

“ …but wonderfully as we were working on the film he became integral to the plot. And I think that’s-that’s really whats key. ‘Cause it starts with like- well this is kind of a cool character this idea of you know Mile’s starting to have feelings for Gwen and being uncertain about this other boy so punk like immediately filled in that slot. ” [Time stamp: 1:01:40]He then goes on to talk about how over time punk’s character develops more past that and blah blah blah.

The genuine idea of Mile’s being jealous about Hobie and Gwen seems weird to me if Hobie really is an adult, but that fact that he is mentioned to be 19-20 scares me. Powers never mentioned if he was talking about comic or movie Hobie or if they even are different, but it’s very possible Hobie is an adult in the movie.

I could definitely be looking into it WAY to much and if thats true I apologize, but for all my Punk-flower fans out there, maybe it’s best if we hold off on the ship until someone gives out an official age? Or we should at least be careful. I am aware that some of my information and opinions here aren’t clear and I am so sorry for that. And I am also aware that most sites say that Hobie is around 16 but unless we can confirm that, better safe than sorry y’know?

This does not mean any punk flower enjoyers are now like pr0shipers or something- especially because we don’t really know much, and I don’t intend to make anyone feel bad, I only intend to inform everyone on how punk-flower could very possibly be an accidental pr0ship- and if it is we should take it down as quickly as possible. BUT TAKE EVERYTHING I SAY WITH A GRAIN OF SALT.

Have a nice day, and I love you all 🫶

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Hi Kat. I just need a safe space to vent, please.

Over the last few days I lost a couple of people who I thought were good online friends. I'm having difficulty comprehending the scope of how it all happened.

We were all roleplay partners together.

They're accusing me of vague posting about them when I did not, and then they outright blocked me without even letting me talk to them first. They also claimed I was pressuring them to reply to our roleplay threads when I never did. I approached them one time in our months of writing together, which was few days ago, and communicated with them openly, asking if they still wanted to write together after feeling doubt. I opened up to them because I thought we had a good rapport and they often expressed how important communication was to them, as it is to me. The conversation went well, or so I thought, and they even told me that things were okay and we ended on a good note.

Next day, I get a message out of the blue saying they don't appreciate that I "pressured" them and apparently I vague posted about them (they're referring to a PSA I made a few days prior about issues throughout the whole community and expectations I have on my blog) and then blocked me before I could respond.

As if this wasn't surprising enough, come to find out I've been blocked by a number of other people that they've associated with, so I believe they've gone a spread rumors about me. So, let me get this right. They get to falsely accuse me of vaguing about them, lie to my face about us being cool, then turn around and spread rumors about me to people I don't even know and who don't even know my side of the story, and I get blocked entirely for it?

On top of that - for months they have been asking for donations because they are homeless, and I - as their friend - have been sending them money. I sent a substantial amount just a week ago, which they happily took and were grateful for. And now this? I don't regret helping someone in need, but it's like a punch to the face to give money to a friend, only for them to turn around and slam the door in your face at the drop of a hat, and then to spread lies about you behind your back to total strangers to boot.

I'm just... I'm deeply hurt and angry and feel totally helpless. I'm also worried about how this will affect my standing in the community, but at the same time I can't bring myself to care too much for people who have so little care for my side of things. It's like being bullied, but I'm way too old for this shit. Why is tumblr culture like this? They couldn't even be bothered to extend the same courtesy to me that I gave to them. So much for friendship.

Anyway. Whether or not this gets posted, thank you for opening your inbox and letting me vent.

I totally get that you are hurt and angry, but I think it's important to note that this is not actually about you and your actual actions towards them. This is their personal issues escalating to a point where it is hurting other people, and it's unfortunate and unfair, but it is not a reflection of anything YOU did wrong. This is all them and their issues.

#chat with kat

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irawhiti · 9 months

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just a sidenote about nuclear testing in australia that i felt was too off topic for that post but it feels important in context since i'm really fucking annoyed about it actually lmfao

like. i'm uncomfortable talking on the colonial aspect of nuclear testing in australia as i'm not Aboriginal so i'm not gonna talk about that, this isn't some well researched post that i want spread around, etc etc. but speaking personally i can say a few things on the topic so. guess i will!

the nukes dropped in australia weren't somehow like. isolated from society. the racist terra nullius myth thought process needed to justify that idea aside, most of my extended family has cancer from nuclear waste being dumped in their towns, that's if they aren't dead from it yet (most of them are.) irradiated wood and iron was used for housing which is still actively being lived in, abandoned trains would sit full of scrap metal contaminated with plutonium waste in the middle of the towns (which would be scavenged by scrappers, melted down, and reused. fuck knows where it went). the rest of the wood would be burned into the atmosphere on cooking fires. like, my grandad has no more living immediate family, they're all dead from the (literal) fallout of nuclear testing. this isn't a fuck off country town, this is a town about an hour away from a capital city. the only reason i even know about this is because i have/had family there and it's um! alarming!

and it's like even if we aren't talking about testing specifically, australia has a shitload of uranium and a shitload of uranium mines. i lived pretty damn close to a dried up uranium mine for awhile and i personally know of several secret uranium mines within a few hours of me through what i'll call word of mouth, all of which are obviously on unceded Aboriginal land. there's entire ghost towns that have been locked up behind fences and removed from maps because they were depending on uranium mining for money and, when the uranium dried out and the people all got sick, people moved away. guess where all that excess waste went? i'll give you a hint, it wasn't disposed of. the towns are locked off because they're fucking radioactive.

like, this is a fucking horrendous part of australia's history that isn't spoken about or even known about by most people for some reason. even in australia! the most aussies really do is joke about shit like "yeah those south aussies are a little fucked up and ~weird~ from all those nukes dropped on them haha. why do people shit on the east coast btw" like... haha yeah that's so fucking funny mate, now can we talk about the absolute fucking devastation inherent in the jokes you're making orrrr.

like there are many people who could speak way more eloquently on this in way more detail like this isn't some fucking psa but uh yeah i'm Pretty Fucking Annoyed! at white europeans/brits on that post acting like the usa is somehow uniquely terrible about this topic. like you realise you guys fucking nuked my country right? you know you guys killed a decent chunk of my family with your own nuclear testing, right? i'd hope so! i really would, since you're calling americans as a whole ignorant! bit fuckin ironic ay mate! like, you're not in the gallows here! you aren't even in the sidelines! your government is directly involved in this! and despite your own ignorance on show, i'd hope that people would give you the kindness you refuse other people in understanding that individual citizens in a country aren't somehow responsible for fucking NUKES being dropped by their government. continue to shift the blame, i guess. fuuuck meee.

#nuclear imperialism #sorry for being a little fucking pissy about this! bit annoyed at europeans tonight! i think i have good fucking reason to be lol!#like are you shitting me. me when the guy who lives in a monarchy calls a country's citizens ignorant for their govt committing warcrimes

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everyday-shark-girls · 9 months

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Shark Summer!

Hello, no comic posts today unfortunately as I am participating in art fight as well as getting my stuff in order to go on some dives, but as it is beach season I have started seeing THOSE articles popping up in the news and felt a friendly little PSA is in order! Are you worried about coming in contact with a shark in the water? Well the only way to truly never come close to a shark in the wild is to stay out of the water, but there are some helpful tips that can prevent an accidental bite and make sure your beach experience stays safe!

1. Do not swim during the hours of dawn, dusk, and night. These are the prime hunting hours for sharks and they will be especially active.

2. Research the beach you plan on visiting and its previous history of shark sightings. Check for signs warning of high shark numbers, see if there is a certain type of shark that frequents the area or if its near important hunting spots or nurseries.

3. Avoid wearing shiny jewelry or brightly colored clothing. As nice as that fancy swimsuit and pretty bracelet is, many fish, sharks included, are attracted to shimmering metals or bright colors as it reminds them of prey items. Save it for sunbathing on the beach instead of swimming.

4. Swim in groups if possible. As ambush hunters, sharks will often search for prey that is isolated from a group. Keeping together with the crowd may feel cramped, but it tells the shark you’re not food and it will leave you be.

5. Do not swim near fishing boats, piers, or close to schools of fish or seals. Sharks are very smart animals that have learned where to frequent for a good meal. The blood from fish being cleaned and their distressed splashing is like a dinner bell for sharks, who will be on the lookout for food in those areas.

6. Do not splash around. Even if a shark has seen you are not food and moves along, its natural instinct is to approach the vibrations produced by splashing to find any prey in distress. Move as gracefully as you can without disturbing the water too much.

7. If you see a shark or feel one bump into you, do NOT panic! Panicking and splashing will confuse the shark and make it believe you are one of its prey items! Calmly distance yourself from the shark, keeping your eyes on it, and exit the water! Make sure you tell anyone else around you, or the surf guards if the beach has them, that you have spotted a shark so they can exit the water as well.

The news media may be trying to spread “Shark Panic” now that its the height of beach season, but you shouldn’t listen to their fearmongering and scare tactics meant to hook you in for a story. If you follow these simple tips, your chances of an accidental bite will be even LOWER than they already are! And please remember to leave the beaches exactly how you found them and clean up any trash or plastic that you may find during your visit! The ocean is home to thousands of amazing creatures, and you’re acting as a guest in their home whenever you visit the beach or the ocean. Please be a courteous guest and respect their home!

Have a fun summer and stay safe!

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moonlitcomet · 6 months

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Alright, I wanna know more about that plant thingy (if i recall its a plant) you mentioned in the tags of the nsfw lore post! Also are you not doing emotes right now?

Hiya, sorry I won't be doing emote commissions anymore because emote commissions are extremely draining and unfulfilling. However, I can indeed talk about the plant.

Minors, do not interact with this post. You will be blocked.

18+ text below!

The Vitis futuo, also referred to as the Loverbinds, are a sprawling, carnivorous mobile vine closely related to wild brambles. They spread seeds by implanting them inside creatures that pass by, which will then pass the seeds later and spread them to new locations. This is not without reward to their hosts, for the vine's sweet aphrodisiac nectar is full of nutrients.

No large host will ever come out of an encounter with Loverbinds with any significant harm, though smaller animals such as rabbits and hawks can be ensnared in the vines and dragged underground, where they will be digested by acidic juices secreted from the root system.

That isn't to say these aren't dangerous to people and large creatures like dragons though. While they will not go out of their way to harm a host, a Loverbind has enough coiling strength to be able to break bones and cut off airflow/blood circulation, even on a dragon.

In some cultures, such as faun and peacefur culture, Loverbinds go by other names such as daggervines or python vines due to the fact that they will always digest those smaller sophonts rather than using them as hosts. A common PSA taught to those fauns and peacefurs exploring the deep jungles and forests of the west is that if you're ever caught by one, don't struggle. Going limp is the best way to avoid getting eaten because the vines don't eat anything that doesn't move.

The seeds of the Loverbinds are rare and highly sought after by collectors, fetching a high fortune due to the vast utility of both the seeds and the vines- the vines themselves are fast-growing under partial shade and make for an excellent addition in soups and curries, the nectar is popular in high-brow perfumes and as an ingredient in substitute honey, and the seeds are delicious snacks when well-cooked.

Loverbind cultivation is an art in of itself, considering that these plants only flower in the spring and spread their seeds in the summer. All other times of the year, they prefer being truly carnivorous. Loverbinds prefer partial shade and warm weather, are pollinated only by a single species of hummingbird, and don't grow well in captivity even if the conditions are perfect.

While they can grow up to 30 meters in diameter in the wild, no captive Loverbind has ever surpassed 3 meters in size. Despite several centuries of attempted cultivation, it's still a mystery why these plants refuse to grow under human care.

Captive Loverbinds also flower and seed less, meaning their seeds and nectar are much rarer than the harvested vines and are often poached from the wild.

Loverbinds are threatened, near endangered, due to this poaching. Wildlife conservationists are lobbying for laws to be passed to prevent these special and unique plants from being harvested for parts.

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high-functioning-lokipath · 2 years

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Hiiii!!! First, I wanna say you are absolutely amazing and I love your writing!! 💚💚

If it's ok, I'd like to request a Loki x female reader where reader is a writer (fic writer is fine) who may try to push herself too hard to get caught up on what she's working on, but she really loves doing it! And one day she got a not very nice comment, and she gets a little discouraged and be notices, and tries to make her feel better?? If any of this isn't ok it's tooooootally fine!! Thank you for reading!! And again your amazing!! 💚

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@michelleleewise IT'S DONE! FINALLY! WORDS: 1,423

Also I did not beta read even for myself so...

I have kinda been stressing over this ironically bc I REALLY loved the idea but got brain clog...so

Enjoy!!!!!!!

“Everyone! I’d like you to meet Y/N. She’ll be our Social Media Manager for the team,” Tony announces. “She’ll be responsible for any posts by the Avengers' name as well as PSA campaigns and personal posts.” The team all nods and welcomes you to the team.

“Hopefully there won’t be any more incidents like last week, right Tony?” Nat teases. Tony shoots her a look and clears his throat.

“Anyways!” He says loudly. “Please make sure to log out of all Avengers team accounts from your personal devices.”

“You’re the only one who’s-”

“Barnes, one more time and-”

“What? You’ll shoot my parents?”

“Okay! We get it!” Steve yells, standing up.

“This is going to be interesting,” You chuckle.

Over the next few weeks, you find yourself settling in quite nicely. The team is more than welcoming and has no trouble having you make their posts. Except for Tony, of course. Almost everyone has made a post by now, save for the ever illusive god of mischief. The team always asks what you post about on your personal accounts, but you never say, excusing that you don’t want to mix your personal life with business.

There is one thing the team, and really no one else you know in real life, has knowledge of. Tumblr. You have a Tumblr blog. And not just any blog, an Avengers fanfiction blog. And even more specifically, fanfiction about none other than Loki himself. You guarded your phone with your life for this reason. Sam was too nosey, Nat would know just looking at your phone, and Steve would probably be so innocent that he would show Tony to find out what it was. So you never let anyone touch your phone.

Looking back, you probably should have used two different phones, one for work and one for Tumblr. But then again, this wouldn’t have happened if not for that.

The day finally comes when Loki inquires about making a post himself. At first, you think he’s joking, it is April Fools’ after all, but he’s serious. The odd little holiday was seemingly perfect for him. You immediately unlock your phone, all too excited to help him. Unfortunately, you forgot the last app you used was Tumblr and you had not closed out of the app. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to notice. That night, unbeknownst to you, Loki does a little web surfing himself.

A few days pass and you have forgotten completely about the incident. This particular afternoon, you’re in the library, doing some research for a post only to find yourself not alone.

“Hello, Lady Y/N,” Loki greets, a pleasant smile on his face.

“I’ve told you to leave off this ‘lady’ business,” You reply, chuckling softly. You take a moment to really look around, noticing this room is the most like Loki of all the rooms in the tower. He even seems to have a few personal knick-knacks moved in. “You like to read don’t you?” You say, taking a seat on one of the armchairs.

“How could you tell?” Loki asks with mock surprise, his signature smirk spreading on his lips before he returns to his book. The two of you sit in silence for a while, you eventually finding what you need and making the post. You mindlessly start scrolling and eventually make your way to Tumblr. “What’s this?” Loki asks, suddenly appearing behind you.

“Loki!” You scream, clasping your phone to your chest and falling out of the chair in the process.

“Oh don’t worry, love. I’ve already been doing my research. I noticed it the other day.” Your face reddens impossibly, your heart pounding in your ears. You open your mouth to say something but your throat tightens, tears welling up in your eyes. You draw your knees up, hoping this is all just a bad dream. “Don’t cry please,” Loki says, cupping your cheek in his hand and sitting down beside you. “I was actually quite impressed. There are quite a few good writers on there. Including yourself. I never thought anyone would actually be a fan of mine,” He admits quietly.

“You’re not mad?” You ask, tears streaming down your cheeks unbidden. “You could have me fired! It’s terribly personal! Why wouldn’t you be angry?”

“Because I happen to be terribly honored and quite flattered. I know there will always be people who don’t like me. Hate me. But I never thought people would like me. Anyone at all besides my mother,” He finishes in a whisper.

"Well, I like you," You say quietly. "If it makes any difference." Loki smiles and chuckles lowly.

"It certainly does, little one. And I truly don't mind what you write. In fact, if you ever have a question while you're creating one of your stories, I'd be happy to help," He offers. You look up at him with wide eyes.

"You really would do that?" You ask. He nods in reply and you note a slight blush on his cheeks. Neither of you acknowledges the obvious crush you have on each other, both of you being too afraid of heartbreak.

As the weeks go by, Loki is surprisingly helpful as you write your next series. Unbeknownst to you, Loki made a Tumblr account of his own and followed you. He’s read all your stories and is happy to see the positive feedback you always get. But recently, things have changed a little. You’ve been extra busy handling some damage control and haven’t had time to update. Loki sees the hateful comments start to roll in. None from any of your regular followers of course, but rather from those random people who apparently don’t have anything better to do.

Where’s the updates?

Come on! Write the next part already!

You promised the next chapter last week!

You can’t possibly be that busy!

With every comment, Loki wants more and more to track those idiots down. But you don’t need more unfavorable press to deal with. So he works out at the gym more. No one asks why all the punching bags are broken even though the Captain is out of the country on a mission.

He notices one night that you are missing from the dinner table. “Stark, where’s the girl?”

“The girl? Oh, you mean Y/N? She’s still working.” Loki nods sharply, concerned for you. None of the other Avengers know how close the two of you have become and he doesn’t want to seem too interested lest it causes you more trouble.

“I see,” He says. Once the meal is finished, he slips away as quickly as possible to check up on you. “Y/N?” He calls out, entering the floor you work on. Everyone else has left and the floor is dark, save for one small cubical in the corner. He walks up to your desk and finds you face down with your arms over your head. Quiet sobs escape your lips and he frowns. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asks, kneeling next to you and putting his hand on your shoulder.

“It’s just-” You start. “They want me to finish the story but I’m stuck and too tired to force myself to finish it!” Loki sighs softly, rubbing your back.

“You don’t need to finish it because they told you to. You should be able to-”

“You’re kneeling,” You comment, inturrupitng him. Loki gives you a look and clears his throat.

“That’s not the point! The point-” He yells, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “The point is that you have fun. This is supposed to be a recreational activity, yes?” You nod in reply and he smiles at you. “Then have fun. Anyone who bothers you obviously never learned manners and should be-well, perhaps I should not incriminate myself,” He teases. You laugh and throw yourself at him, hugging him tightly.

“Loki, you are my hero,” You whisper. You can feel him tense at your words and you pull away, embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s just-”

“Will you marry me?”

“What?” You exclaim, looking up at him.

“I mean, will you- would you-could I-” He stutters, face bright red.

“Proverbial cat have your silvertongue, mischief?” You ask, grinning at him.

“May I court you, Lady Y/N?” He finally asks, smiling sweetly at you. “I’m on my knees,” He points out, his regular smirk appearing on his lips.

“Do we get to live happily ever after?” You ask, taking his hands.

“We write our own futures, right?”

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