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poursomesunaonme · 2 years

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HIIII FIRST OFF CONGRATS ON 50!!! Well deserved!!!

I’m so glad I came across your page a bit ago, and I have loved all your content so far! Sorry I’m not in your ask box, I got a lil confused on how to message you from there about your ‘cuffing season’ event. But I was hoping I could request for one?

My favorite characters: Jean or Nanami

Fav color: purple & brown

Fav drink: don’t really have one🥴

Ideal fall date: either like going to a pottery place kind of thing, or going to like a fall festival or horror night

Fall habits: I tend to get more inspiration for my sketching and drawing in the fall. I usually hit a block and around this time I just start filling up my sketch book pages every day. I love baking in the fall, it just feels more homey? What I wear in the fall is a lot of like long sleeves under shirts, crop tops with cargos and like a open button up over with converse or my doc martens. Basically:

With jewelry and changing up earrings all the time with my piercings. The thing I love about the fall is that I feel a lot more relaxed and calm? The weather is colder and the nights are longer, more stars seem to be out. In the fall I tend to get more serious in school though, I make sure to go to like cafes to do hw to prevent me getting distracted etc.

And I’d prefer if this could be sfw.

Sorry if this was too much😭 thank you am if you even took the time to read this<3

thank you sooooo much for participating babe! ugh i literally love this so much!! this was literally so fun to write pls send in whatever anytime u want bbygirl😫😫

word count: 2.6k

content/warnings: jean fluff, it’s literally so soft i can’t, sfw, artist!jean

author’s note: yalll i finished my last school related thing of the week today so now all my time will be dedicated to working on these!! stay tuned and submit if u wanna<3

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you hunch over your sketchbook, revealing more of your back to the warmth of the sun. a sigh escapes your lips as the heat already starts to seep through your layers of clothes; so much so that it nearly threatens to make you take off one of them. you shake your head to yourself, sneaking a look at the table to make sure that everything is in its right place. your baked goods were spread before you, on display for the passersby to buy when they craved a treat. jean scoots his chair closer to you, peeking at your drawing through the curtain of your hair.

“watch the table, babe!” you swat him away, covering your unfinished work with a splayed hand. he merely laughs at your meekness, but he obeys you, pulling away to give you space. with an elbow resting on the table, he cradles his head on his hand, watching you through lidded eyes.

“no fair, why do you get to draw?” he pouts at your inattentiveness to him, nudging your boot with his. you shoot a glance up at him, heart skipping a beat at the warm caramel of his eyes studying you. eyes ducking down to your paper once again, you feel a blush rise to your cheeks, a welcome contrast against the nippy autumn air.

“because i bake all the goods, you sell them. that’s how this business works.”

“i helped bake!” the indignance in his voice draws a giggle out of you. his face was clear as day in your mind even though you weren’t looking at him. the way he would grit his teeth, his eyes wide and alight with passion over something so trivial. your eyes roll as you remember the sight that he was that morning as he basically destroyed your kitchen.

“eating batter and spilling a whole sack of flour is not helping,” you point out, nudging your elbow against him. he throws up his hands, giving you an opportunity to lean into him. he stiffens, surprised at how easily your mock anger dissipates, but he relents, wrapping his arms around you and giving a kiss to your temple.

“fine, fine, you win,” he cedes into your hair. you straighten up at the sight of a little boy and his mother coming to buy your goods. jean assumes his role as a salesman, releasing your frame to attend to the customers. his smile flashes bright as a summer day as he easily pursues banter with the family, complimenting the woman and chatting with her son. your mind flies back to that morning as you idly doodle in your sketchbook.

both of you had gotten up early to prepare for the festival. jean was more than happy to assist you, but his talents, when it came to the kitchen, were for cooking only. put a baking sheet in his hand, and there’s no telling what he would do with it - anything but baking.

you had made your perch on the countertop, taking a break from scurrying around the kitchen with your last batch in the oven. jean was clutching his stomach, complaining about a stomach ache. you teased him relentlessly, knowing it was the amount of batter he had ingested whenever you weren’t looking.

he had attempted to help you clean up, the first thing being to help you put away the old ingredients that you didn’t need anymore. he went for the flour, and then somehow, it slipped out of his hands. the bag blew up in a cloud of white dust on the floor. you could only imagine the image of your face at the sight of jean standing there, hands still open, now covered head to toe in the substance.

but still, you tousled his hair and planted kisses on his lips, grimacing at the gritty sensation of the flour. not wanting to get too carried away, you gave him a great mock scolding and told him to clean up and shower. you ignored the fact that he argued that a man covered in flour would make the goods easier to sell, because “it looks like genuine effort.”

jean finishes his sale, somehow managing to seal the deal on the family taking almost half of your goods. after they leave with a whole box of pumpkin-decorated cupcakes, he turns to you with a cocky smile. you merely roll your eyes at him, then get back to the work at your fingertips.

he gives you a few minutes of peace and quiet, enthralled by your focus and the way your pencil flits gracefully across the paper, guided by the hand of the most beautiful visionary. the festival was nearing its least popular time, with not many people milling around as they had earlier. jean takes the time to memorize every inch of your face, every mannerism you execute.

you still hadn’t looked up at him after five minutes, which he obviously took offense to. he invades your personal space again, so you jab the eraser end of your pencil into his chest to ward him off, drawing a winded exhale from his lungs.

“ow, y/n!” he whines, giving you the saddest puppy look you’d ever seen displayed on his face. it obviously didn’t hurt him, but he was exceptional at being dramatic.

“just let me draw, dummy,” you tease, batting your eyelashes at him before you turn back to your work. his fingers lace underneath your chin to turn your head towards him. he lifts it in different directions as his eyes study the beauty he beholds.

“but it’s really slow right now,” he breathes, fingers ghosting across the side of your face as his hand withdraws from the contact. “how about i draw you?”

your lips press into a hard line. in all the time that you and jean had been together, not once had he revealed to you any of the work he had made of you (if any of it actually existed). but, curious to see how it would turn out, you humor him.

“okay, fine,” you huff with a bright smile, “i’ll draw you too.”

you hadn’t noticed that his sketchbook was sitting on the corner of the table until he retrieves it, flipping through the pages to find a blank one. you abandon the page of doodles you’d been idly working on in favor of a clean sheet. the two of you situate your bodies to face each other, and the magic begins.

your idea is to draw jean with his arms crossed behind his head, laying on the leaf covered ground. you don’t need to look up at him, as you have his features well-memorized, but you do it just for fun. it seems that your brains are connected; everytime you steal a glance, so does he.

every so often, you look up to find him in a trance as he relishes in your features. your heart threatens to give out at the amount of times it skips a beat at his loving gaze. no one else disturbs your focus, with the festival being pretty empty at the time.

you bask in the intimacy of it all, at the fleeting glances and lengthy stares. how jean’s determination was etched into the space between his eyebrows and his laughter lines. how his tongue sticks out in focus at the particularly difficult points of his sketch.

the pencils tell stories of features that had long been burned into your memories. you could draw jean without needing to look at him. the sharp curve of his jaw, his strong nose, deep, soft eyes; but you like to be reminded of his beauty in those short glances you steal.

your two dimensional jean stares back at you with a playful air as you dust off the eraser shavings, revealing the whole picture. you set your sketchbook on the table, far enough away to prevent him from stealing a glance. he notices your movements and finishes off his drawing quickly, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he scribbles furiously. you wonder what his drawing will look like with those violent flicks of his pencil.

he straightens up with a triumphant smile, patting the sheet gently. his eyes rise to meet your gaze as he grins and grips the sketchbook with excitement. a laugh flows through your nose while a gentle smile blesses your lips at his adorable mannerisms. he takes in a big breath, then shoves the sketchbook towards you with an exuberant flashiness.

“okay, here it is!”

the smile on your face is quickly replaced with a grimace at the sight of what jean had drawn. it’s a childish sketch, at best. you lean forward to study it, completely missing how jean covers his mouth to contain a loud guffaw. the drawing doesn’t get any better close up.

you assume that it’s you, since it’s a barely developed stick figure, sitting in a chair. you can make out the table on your right, decorated with poorly drawn cupcakes. the expression on your face can only be described as devilish - because he had drawn devil horns on your head… mature. your mouth is open and bearing sharp teeth as your eyebrows turn down into a malicious v.

the speech bubbles that flutter around your head are littered with censored expletives, expressing some kind of rage that you didn’t understand yourself. jean loses his control over himself, doubling over, snorting with laughter. you pull back, still utterly confused at what he had done. your eyes flit back to your sketch, heart sinking slightly at the unrequited effort.

“jean, what the hell is that?” you can’t help the anger that laces your voice, with undertones of disappointment. he straightens up, wiping a tear from his eye. tossing the sketchbook on the table, he crosses one leg over the other.

“it’s you twenty minutes ago,” he shrugs nonchalantly. you feel like such a baby at the sensation of tears prickling in your nose, but you grab your sketchbook anyway, flipping through the pages of idle doodles to find your work of jean.

“well, i hope this guilt trips you,” you shoot at him, turning the pad around to reveal your art. his eyes widen; he takes the piece to study it up close. you sit back and cross your arms over your chest, still wildly indignant at the lack of effort he put into drawing you. after he had practically begged you to let him.

“y/n…” jean’s voice had softened as he looks back up at you. your heart skips a beat at the admiration on his face at the wonderful portrayal you had made of him. he gently hands the sketchbook back to you, your fingers brushing together. your cheeks warm as your heart relents in your feelings towards him - making him happy makes you happy.

jean flashes a devilish grin at you, grabbing his notebook once again. he flips manically through the pages before finding what he wanted. taking a dramatic deep breath and closing his eyes, he rests the book face book on his lap before making an obnoxiously loud announcement.

“i hope you dont have socks on!” he declares, eyes still squeezed shut. a smile rises to your face as you interrupt him before he can speak again.

“of course i have socks on, babe,” you counter, stifling a giggle with your palm, “it’s cold.”

he slouches, defeated by your impeccable logic. “okay well, you see,” he begins, eyes opening to gaze into yours. “i already had this done before we started. i was just messing with you with the other one.”

your heart flutters in your chest as he picks up the notebook, about to turn it around to show you what he had seriously done. a ball of excitement bursts in your chest; you attempt to stifle it, not wanting to get disappointed like the last time, but something tells you that this will be different.

“go on, let’s see it.” you try to put on a strong face, but you crumble as soon as you see the first inch of the page as he slowly turns it around.

“ta-da,” he cheers quietly, face softening at the sight of you beholding what he had drawn. you scoot in to get a closer look, resting a hand on his thigh. his hand comes to clasp yours, gently rubbing his thumb in circles across your cold skin.

you’re still in disbelief as you pore over his drawing. it was of you, sitting cross legged in your chair, your sketchbook in your lap. overall, the sketch was done so gracefully, so softly, and that translated to a portrayal of yourself that you had never seen before. you’re enthralled by it all, the cascade of your hair into your face, the gentle curve of your smile as you sheepishly grinned at the beholder.

you look absolutely radiant, like an angel fallen straight from the heavens. jean’s admiration of you is painfully apparent in the drawing. he surrounded your frame with stars, the shading around you appearing to be as if you were physically beaming with the rays of the sun. you run your fingers over the page, heart expanding to fill your whole chest cavity.

when you finally bring yourself to tear your eyes away from the drawing, jean is gazing at you with an immeasurable amount of love in his eyes. tears gather along your waterline, threatening to spill out as he swoops down to press a gentle kiss on your lips.

“wow, jean… it’s…” you can’t even finish a sentence before you choke up, a baby tear escaping your eye. you brush it away quickly as jean plants a kiss on your forehead. he gives you time to process the drawing, gathering a piece of your hair and twirling it around his finger.

“it’s the most beautiful i’ve ever seen myself.” it was the only way you could describe it. you didn’t think you ever looked that gentle, that radiant, that alluring. he portrayed you with such an angelic aura that you could barely believe that he had actually drawn you. a soft sigh escapes his mouth as he cups your chin, bringing you to face him.

“it’s how i see you all the time.”

you think that your heart must have exploded in your chest at that very moment.

you throw yourself onto him with such a force that you knock over his chair; and soon the two of you are rolling around in the crunchy leaves, laughing. the joy you felt was nothing compared to anything else you had ever experienced, being the dazzling vision in the life of someone you loved with your whole heart.

after the sappy scene of affection, the two of you go back to manning the table, occasionally picking leaves out of the others’ hair as the customers begin to trickle through the grounds for the end of the festival. jean’s hand rests on your thigh, squeezing the muscle every once in a while, hearkening you back to his love for you, begging you to be reminded of the adoration he beheld you with every moment of every day.

and at the end of the day, after you had packed up your things - or lack thereof, since jean had managed to sell every last treat - the two of you head home. your heart beats fast in your chest as you imagine what else jean had drawn of you. a soft smile makes its home on your face, basking in the simple show of love he had showered you with. finally, as the two of you settle into bed, jean wraps his arms around you, surrounding you with a protective barrier of adoration and whispering praises into your ear, even long after you had fallen asleep.

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honouredsatoru · 3 years

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JJK Characters x You on a date

notes : I tried including Gojo's love for Digimon since I also grew up watching Digimon and loving the anime with all of my heart, also because Gojo's seiyuu, both Japanese and English versions, voiced for characters in Digimon, so I wanna pay homage to the both of them. other than that, I also included my love for arts and history, something I tried to incorporate into my writing, just to make it like.. lilith's style, ya know?

extra notes : also I wrote megumi for Elli, just because haha.

warnings : slight cussing. not proofread lol. other than that, none. 100% fluff!

characters : gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, nanami kento, itadori yuji.

Gojo Satoru - Arcades, vintage shops, especially collectors, especially Digimon, comic book/manga stores.

[Your name]! [Your name!]! Look, look! It's the Digimon Adventure V-Tamer 01 series! All 9 of them! Let's get in!"

"Ahh hold on. Towu! We're supposed to visit the cat cafe, you promised that you would go with me and take pictures with the cat hairband on! And I'm starving!"

You jokingly scowled at him, tapping your Doc Martens feet on the ground, arms folding.

"Fucking adorable. Let me see if I can tease her more, hah." A smirk soon appeared on this blue-eyed darling of yours.

"Let me get the manga and I promise, I'll go to this cat cafe with you, baby. Hm?"

"Oh alright."

"I love you, sweetheart. I know how much you wanted to go there but the manga. I- ahaaaa"

He started pouting as he kept pointing in the direction of the Digimon manga by the window. You quickly opened your camera, taking pictures of him sulking, emitting a soft giggle that actually made his heart squeezed with joy.

He presses his lips against your forehead, thumb circling your cheek, gently squishing them before opening the door, yanking you into the comic book store with him. You vowed to hide the comic books once he goes on a mission. After all, he made you wait a month before the two of you finally get to go to this cafe you always wanted to visit.

"Baby, I can read what you're thinking. Your face shows it too. Hehe. Watch me hide your panties."

Taking in a few gulps of air to deepen your breath, you opened your eyes, to meet the love of your life's own eyes, snickering at you, his large hands on the crown of your head before ruffling your already messy hair. There is no way you can stay mad at this man, as childish as he is, you know he loves you and deep down? He knows you love him too.

Itadori Yuji - Thrift stores, internet cafes to play online games with you, cinemas.

"Candy! [Your name] love! Don't! Make! Me! Ahhh cover up for me! I am gonna lose! I am gonna-"

He turns around to face you with soft eyes, his eyebrows slightly droopy before looking back at the computer, taking in the seconds in his head to register the fact that he lost in his mission with you in Inferno.

"Awww sorry babe. I mean.. you just started playing CSGO, so tell me, why- again- damn it- you wanna- AH. Damn it! Throw the fucking grenade! I mean why you wanna play this game, you need more practice- FUCK YOU."

Gentle chuckles were heard, emitted from his throat, his soft, peach toned lips landed on your cheek repeatedly as he rubbed soothing circles around your back.

"Breathe, bunny baby. You're so feisty whenever you start having online matches. Breathe. I love you, and I don't want you to get your blood pressure rising because of these dumbos, hm?"

Your lips curl into a faint and appreciative smile, nodding while your eyes are glued to the screen, ignoring the fading laughs and snickers from the people acknowledging your mini rage.

"I love you too. If I win, I'm getting us boba and chicken nuggets. So let me fight them, okie?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Megumi - Museums, art galleries, photo exhibitions, aesthetic cafes.

"Oh Gumi bear, look at that! That is the Raft of Medusa, it was done by Thèodore Géricault, he himself interviewed two survivors from the shipwreck."

He looks over your eyes that shine with excitement and pure happiness.

"Art"

Was what he thought every time he laid his sight onto you. God knows that he falls in love with you every single time he is blessed with your presence. Resting his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, inhaling the scent of mixed berries and wild roses, he swore he heard his heartbeat increasing every two seconds in a span of one minute.

"Oh really? What do you think this painting is all about?"

Glancing at him before returning to the painting, you puffed your cheeks, pressing your lips together with your index finger curled on your chin and your thumb under it.

"Lord, she is so cute whenever she does that. Can I kiss her? Should I? No wait, she's trying to tell me her own interpretation of this painting. To me. Oh wow. I'm gonna kiss her... later. I can't interrupt her." That is all he could think of. You. He is deeply, madly, beautifully in love with you.

"In my opinion, it tells me the ways of how men, or human beings, seek out in order to survive. When we are at the brink of desperation, insanity, happiness, greed, lust, desire, wrath, grief, don't we all do things unimaginable to help us go through the day? They even resolved to cannibalism. I think even I would commit to that if I was in an extremely dire situation."

You looked at him, a wide smile on your face, emitting a soft giggle that entered his right ear and stayed within the chambers of his mind. He closed the spaces between the both of you, sealing his lips onto yours, with the intention of making this very moment last a little longer heavy within his heart.

"Art."

Was what you thought of him.

Nanami Kento - Theatres, historical museums, fine dining restaurants.

You squealed, lightly clapping your hands as you ran to a block of marble, your foot tapping against the floor. He chuckles, hands in his pocket, taking fast strides towards you.

"Namnam! Look look! That's the Parthenon Sculptures! It was founded in hm... Athens, yes! If I am not mistaken, around 438 to 432 BC. These sculptures decorated the insides of the Parthenon, it is a temple located at the fortress of the Athenian Acropolis. It is said that this temple was built to appreciate and worship the Goddess Athena, she was the deity worship in Athens. Also, ah ah! Did you know that the word parthénos means "maiden", "girl" or ‘virgin"? And I-"

You look at him, your magnificent lover wearing a dark brown trench coat, with ecru brown trousers and a black turtleneck tucked in, his neck layered with white gold necklaces. Your hand unconsciously scratches your sideburns, giggling at the side of his stoic expression, eyes piercing yours beneath that yellow-green glasses he constantly has on his chiseled face.

"Oh... I am sorry... I didn't mean to bore you. I was just so excited because you know me! I love anything that is related to ancient greek history and mythology. I can't seem to get enough of it and it is absolut-

"I'm not bored, [your name]. I was just paying attention to every single word that pretty lips of yours uttered. It's magnificent that you knew all of this. It shows just how smart, curious, bright your mind and soul is. And darling?"

"Huh?"

"I am lucky to be blessed with someone like you. With Gojo constantly following me, there is no way I can read the books I bought for myself. However, having you around, breaking the ice with your random history tib bits, I feel like I am reading the pages, savouring each word, alphabet, sentence, thus expanding my quest and love for knowledge."

You looked down. Normally, you're not the type to tear up this easily but seeing how this man, this angel of a man, appreciates the little things you loved and adored, you can't help but let the waterworks out. You lifted your head up to meet his gaze, the tip of your nose slightly stuffy. You grabbed his arms, clinging onto him, the difference of height and size makes it sweet to the eyes of strangers surrounding you both.

"Oh Namnam. Thank you so much. This means the world to me. Shall we... go and see the best of Ramesses the Great? I've loads to tell you!"

Nobara - Shopping malls, ferry rides, beach dates, parks with cherry blossoms.

"Baby... tell me, have you ever seen anything as joyous as the ocean?"

You two stood by the seashore, fingers intertwined, your head resting on her shoulders, the sound of the seas splashing against the rocks and the warmth around your foot, it tingled but it feels good at the same time.

"I don't want this moment to end, [your name]."

"Why is that, pretty one?"

A faint sigh leaves her lips, you feeling her body loosen up.

"I just.. school is sort of stressful so my time spent with you liberates me from the pressure, fatigue, and image of curses embedded in my brain. Walking with you... through this airy womb of skies and clouds, don't you know it makes me happy?"

You leaned closer, pressing a soft peck on her cheeks, earning yourself a pair of scarlet cheeks with a gorgeous smile from the one next to you. You turned yourself to face her, hands on her shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours.

"Whenever and wherever you need me, I will be there. I might not be perfect, but I am gonna do my best to be the one you can always count on."

You pressed a kiss on her left cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss on her right cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss to the lips of the woman whom you shared your entire universe with.

"To the moon and back, I love you, Kugisaki Nobara."

The end.

tags : @tojisveryown @sookyshima @megumifushi @sixeyesgojo @sirthisisa-wendys @sasso-oda @fushigurocockslut @nkogneatho @kotarousgf @noritoshiikamo

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horseboneologist · 2 years

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You know sometimes... you do the most self-indulgent shit in the world? You know sometimes - you go "oh it's time for drawing practice" and then spend WAY TOO MUCH TIME drawing characters from the magnus archives in your own ridiculous wardrobe? Anyways if anyone reblogs this please tag it as nsfw cuz looking at this should get you fired.

Time to stop spending so much ✨money✨ on 🌟clothes🌟

Description below the cut:

A series of digital drawings of characters from the magnus archives. I'll just describe them straight out.

1- a title page reading "A Magnus Archives Fashion Show" in goofy 70's font. Subtitles read "Bored? Try drawing a ton of fictional characters in your own clothes!" "Like way too many!" "A totally normal and healthy way to spend your time!"

2- Martin wearing a silvery dress with a long slit up the thigh. He's also wearing a fan-shaped blue stone necklace, a blue ring, blue nail polish, and brown roman-style sandals. The text behind him just reads MARTIN in giant text with a little tiny "I love you sir" next to it.

3- Jon kneeling on the ground looking extremely sexy and extremely sleepy. He's wearing a black t-shirt with the words "highly emotional" in vaporwave colors. Above that he's wearing a black button-up with purple & blue chevrons across it. He's wearing acid-washed cutoff jean shorts and knee-high pink sparkly boots. He has neon green nail polish. The text next to him reads "oh no he's so very sleepy" and "<- just got pushed to the floor by basira"

4- Jon wearing a sequined cow-print baseball cap, a cream-colored western shirt with tassels across the chest, pink pants, and white & brown cow-spotted boots. He's holding a white hexagonal purse with a blue eye on the front. His text reads "Yes honey you're PRECIOUS"

5- Sasha wearing a billowy white pirate shirt with a corset. The corset has Bosch's 'Garden of Earthly Delights' on the plates. She's also wearing white pants with a pattern of small rainbow zebras, and purple ballet shoes. The text next to her reads "Sasha you're so much better than these fools I'm so sorry they did you so dirty"

6- Basira and daisy standing together. Basira is wearing a black jumpsuit with a velvet top that has tassels along the chest, which is attached to silky wide-leg pants that have large pockets with tassels along the rim. She's wearing black high-heels and white cat-eye sunglasses with blue lenses. Daisy is wearing a red jumpsuit with an open back, red triangular sunglasses, and a ruby ring. The text between them reads "on their way to a 'buff wlw' key party"

7- Georgie wearing a purple frilly dress with a green frog pattern and an orange scrunchie. Her text reads "I just want her to be proud of me (pleading face)"

8- Melanie wearing a pink silky bomber jacket over a green sheer shirt. She's also wearing black leggings with a pattern of white leopards, black doc martens, and carries a purse in the shape of a black bucket with champagne and fake ice coming out of the top. Her text reads "My only feedback for Melanie: could have been meaner <3"

9- Gerry wearing a long-sleeve green velvet shirt with the shoulders cut out, showing his tattoos. He's also wearing black velvet leggings and draping a black velvet robe down around his elbows. He's also got shiny gold doc martens. The text for him reads "ALL VELVET ALL THE TIME"

10- Michael wearing neon blue leggings with a pattern of bright red, green, and yellow. He's also wearing a blurple robe with red & green flowers, and a velvet shirt with a cheetah print & rose pattern. He has neon green toenail polish and neon yellow fingernail polish. He also has a bright blue iridescent backpack. His text reads "Please take me into your hallways mr spiral."

11- Helen wearing a t-shirt with a bird on the back that says "I am a LIE" as well as gym shorts with a wtnv quote: "I don't know who I am and I don't understand the concept of time and how it relates to me." The text next to her reads "Fearpocalypse's #1 wingwoman!"

12- Tim wearing a pink velvet baseball cap, a t-shirt with color blocks of teal, pink, and yellow, and baggy pink jeans. He's also wearing black & floral carpet slippers. The text next to him reads "OMW to murder some clowns <3 <3"

13- Oliver wearing a green velvet blazer with matching 3/4 length pants. He's got a white shirt underneath, as well as black dress shoes with zebra fake fur on the tops. His text reads "Oliver you never did anything wrong & I love you"

14- Jon wearing a bright green velvet jumpsuit with huge flaring sleeves. On the sleeves are basic stylized eyes with yellowish sclera and red irises. His text reads "Come at me bro" and "NOT amused"

15- Elias looks like he's fallen down into a corner and his limbs are all akimbo. He's wearing a cow-print shirt under a lilac jacket, which has a white & black pattern of little snakes. His pants are the same color of lilac and have a pattern of purple crying eyes. His shoes are silver and reflective like disco balls. The text next to him reads "a NORMAL pose for a NORMAL man"

16- Elias standing in T-pose but also squatting with his knees out to the side. He's wearing a black velvet mini-dress, which also has huge flaring sleeves. On the sleeves are basic stylized eyes with white, veiny sclera and teal irises. He's wearing high heels with eyeballs skewered on the stillettos. The text next to him reads "laying an egg."

17- Simon Fairchild wearing a white & blue hawaiian shirt, a baggy black jacket with a pattern of purple flowers on it, and hugely baggy purple hammer pants. He's also wearing orangey iridescent round sunglasses. The text next to him says "This is the face of a man who has fucked the sky.... and will do so again."

18- Peter Lukas wearing blue & white flower-patterned booty shorts, blue short cowboy boots, and a white t-shirt that says "of course I cum fast, I've got fish to catch!!" with a picture of a bass on it. The text next to him reads "...what are you looking at"

19- Elias wearing a pink & multicolor eyeball-patterned robe, pink velvet shorts, and a white t-shirt with some Tom of Finland art on it (look up 'hot and heavy'). The text next to him reads "Lord forgive me for I have sinned" and "fuckboy"

20- Elias again, almost naked but wearing a leather full-body harness that has little tiny patches of fur tufting off of his nipples, as well as a big puffy patch of fur as a merkin. He's making direct eye contact with you, dear reader. He has a pair of condoms under his hand and the text next to him reads "I got a Magnus condom for my monster dong" and "fuck MAN" (and "psst this is the only outfit I don't own")

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Receiving a love confession from Sirius Black is probably the dream of almost every student at Hogwarts. Remus just whishes Sirius would move on, but you should be careful what you wish for...

Don't worry, it's a short, fluffy Wolfstar get-together. Lily knows about Remus’ Furry Little Problem in this.

How do you feel about Sirius Black?

“I swear to Merlin, if Gina Simmons looks at me like that one more time, I’m gonna give her something to be mad about,” Lily grumbles, her eyes flaming with anger.

Gina Simmons, who had been glaring in their direction, quickly turns her head as Remus looks over his shoulder. She whispers something to Beth Walker and Davey Martens, who both glare at Lily and Remus as well.

Remus sighs. “Is it always like this?”

Lily’s expression softens. “It gets less,” she says. “But there’s this persistent group that just can’t get over it. This morning, I heard Rosemary Rowle call me ‘an entitled bitch who thinks she’s too good for James Potter’. Rosemary Rowle! The girl who can’t finish a sentence without mentioning her ‘daddy, who has such an important job at the Ministry’ calling me entitled!” The angry expression is back and she clenches her quill so hard Remus worries she’s gonna break the thing.

Remus frowns. “I overheard Randall Thorne ask Jules Flemming whether he reckoned I thought I could do better, and during Potions Kirsten Pembroke threw a vial of Armadillo bile over me!”

Lily winces. “I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you to stay away from Kirsten Pembroke if she has throwable substances within reach.”

“I just don’t understand what their problem is,” Remus mutters.

Lily smiles ruefully. “You’re now officially part of the club of people who have committed the atrocious crime of rejecting the school’s most popular and beloved students, Potter and Black. With you joining, our member count is now a total of two.”

“But that’s the thing! I rejected him,” Remus says. “Nothing’s changed. They can go on writing Mrs or Mr Black on their notebooks for all I care.”

“Oh Remus,” Lily sighs wistfully. “To be so naive. I’ve rejected Potter about fifteen times now, and they still won’t forgive me for him apparently choosing me over them. Of course, in my case it doesn’t help that Potter still refers to himself as the future Mr Evans,” Lily adds with a grimace.

“It just doesn’t make sense,” Remus says, shaking his head. “They should be thankful I don’t return his feelings!”

“Well, first of all, you saying no to Black doesn’t chance the fact that he’s head over heels in love with you. Not immediately, at least. So he’s still just as unavailable to them. And more importantly, in their eyes you were given the greatest gift that can be bestowed upon a man or woman: a full-blown love confession by Sirius Black.” Lily rolls her eyes while speaking. “And the fact that you didn’t even appreciate it, just makes it worse.”

“I never asked for-”

“I know, Remus, I know. I’m just explaining how they see it. You and I are the horrible people who had the audacity to break their heartthrobs Potter and Black’s hearts.”

Remus groans. “I whish Sirius would see how ridiculous it is for him to be in love with someone like me.”

“Remus,” Lily says in a dangerous tone.

Remus ignores her. “I whish he’d just move on. I whish he’d date someone else, so they’ll have no reason to pester me anymore!”

Remus is writing his essay. Frantically. Or rather, furiously. Pressing hard on his quill while scribbling in angry, fast strokes, a pile of broken quills already forming next to his parchment.

“Did that essay murder your family?” Lily asks, as she sits down in front of Remus. “I honestly thought you’d be in a good mood.”

Remus looks up at her, a sulky expression on his face. “So you’ve heard?”

“Heard?” Lily asks. “I’ve orchestrated the whole thing!”

Remus gives her a confused look, so Lily elaborates.

“After our last conversation, I went up to Black and I just told him ‘oi, the whole school knows about your unrequited love for Remus, and some twats are giving him a really hard time about it, so if you could just take someone on a date to Hogsmeade this Saturday so they’ll stop pestering Remus, that’ll be great’. And he agreed!”

Remus just blinks at her.

Lily frowns. “That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Yes!” Remus says a little too quickly. “I just... don’t get why he’d ask Alyssa MacMillan. She’s rather dull, don’t you think?”

Lily shrugs. “She’s nice enough, but more importantly, she thinks Black is fit and would love to go out with him, but she’s got no real feelings for him and isn’t looking for a relationship, so she won’t mind just drawing people’s attention away from you, or draw his attention away from you, for that matter.”

“Right,” Remus says. “Guess I just didn’t think she’s his type, is all.”

“Who knows,” Lily smiles mischievously. “It could become some kind of Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers scenario, and they might fall in love for real! Then your problem is solved for good.”

Remus looks at her like she just told him puppies have gone extinct.

“Merlin, Remus. What is it? Is this some kind of ‘I don’t want him, but I don’t want anybody else to have him either’ thing? Because that’s really shitty!”

“No,” Remus says defensively. “No, that’s not it. I just think Sirius can do better than Alyssa MacMillan, but if that’s what he likes, than good for him.”

“Oh, for Godric’s sake, you’re jealous!”

“No, I’m not! Or at least, I don’t think I am. Am I?”

Lily folds her arms over her chest and stares at Remus intently. “Remus Lupin, do you have feelings for Sirius Black?”

“I... I don’t know,” Remus looks quite miserable. “I mean, I’ve never thought about it.”

“Never thought about it?” Lily exclaims. “How do you mean, never thought about it? Do you remember that evening when Black took you out on a moonlit walk by the Great Lake, and poured his heart out to you, saying how he’s been crazy in love with you since the beginning of fifth year, and asked if you wanted to go on a date with him, to which you answered no? That would’ve been the moment to think about it!”

“It’s just...” Remus anxiously runs a hand through his hair. “With my condition, romantic relationships simply are not an option. I always saw romance as one part of being a teenager I didn’t have to concern myself with. I guess I just started to automatically ignore all thoughts and feelings related to romantic relationships. When Sirius made that confession, I was shocked, and the only thing I could think was ‘no, he can’t, he shouldn’t. I don’t do romance. I have to put an end to this immediately’. I never considered my own feelings. I mean, why would I?”

“Well, that’s a load of crap,” Lily scolds.

Remus opens his mouth to protest, but Lily cuts off whatever he was going to say.

“Not that you thought all of that, I believe you did, but that you can’t have romantic relationships with your condition is nonsense.”

“It’s never been done,” Remus argues.

“If no one ever did anything that’s never been done, we’d still be living in caves,” Lily firmly replies.

Remus fiddles with the hem of his sweater. “You really think it’s possible?”

“I don’t think it’s possible, I know it’s possible. So now we have established that, how do you feel about Sirius Black?”

“I’ve never thought-”

“Well, think about it now!”

“I don’t know,” Remus says, staring at the table. “Of course I think he’s attractive, but that doesn’t mean anything except that I have eyes. I mean, who doesn’t think he’s attractive? With that hair and those eyes... And I have even more reason, sharing a dorm with him. I see him when he comes out of the shower wearing just a towel, sweet mother of Merlin...”

Lily waits patiently for Remus to finish daydreaming.

Remus shakes himself out of his daze. “And of course I like him as a person. I wouldn’t have been friends with him all these years if I didn’t like him as a person. And what’s not to like? He’s clever, funny and brave, but he also has this really sweet side, you know? A side he doesn’t show much, and I guess it makes me feel special that he does show it around me. He always makes me feel special. It’s kind of weird, actually. He makes me feel special, but at the same time he makes me feel like I can just be myself, and that’s enough. I feel comfortable around him, and I suppose I do prefer his company above anyone else’s. Even on those moments when I normally don’t want to see anyone, he’s the only one I prefer being with over being alone. And when he’s not around I often find myself thinking about him. Now that I think about, I think about him almost all the time...”

Remus trails of and looks at Lily with wide eyes. Lily just nods.

“Oh Merlin,” Remus groans, hiding his face in his hands.

“Remus, Remus, Remus,” Lily sighs. “You’re so lucky to have me as a friend. Here’s what you’re going to do...”

“Padfoot?”

Sirius whirls around, and grins at Remus. Remus can tell he’s trying to act like everything’s normal between them, but he can also tell that his grin is somewhat forced and there’s a hint of pain in his eyes.

“Wotcher, Moony.”

“I wanted to talk to you,” Remus says.

The grin fades from Sirius’ face, and he runs a hand through his hair. “Ah, yeah, Evans told me about those people that’ve been bothering you. I’m really sorry, Moony. If I had known...”

“It’s not your fault,” Remus says.

“I know you feel uncomfortable about my feelings for you.” There’s a sadness in Sirius’ voice. “I won’t mention it again. I never meant to make you uncomfortable. If I could change it, I would, but being in love with you has become such a big part of me, and it’s not something I can just stop. Turns out, you’re a very hard person to not be in love with.”

“I don’t want you to not be in love with me!” Remus says.

Sirius frowns. “You like having me hopelessly pine after you that much?” He looks slightly hurt.

“No,” Remus says quickly. “No, I just think I might have been... too hasty in rejecting you?”

“Moony,” Sirius sighs. “You have every right to reject me. You don’t have to try and force yourself into feeling something you don’t, just because you pity me, or some stupid twats think they can judge you.”

“I rejected you because I didn’t think you should be with...” Remus gestures vaguely at himself. “Well, with someone like me. It only occurred to me recently, very recently, that I never even considered whether I have feelings for you.”

“And do you...”

“I do.”

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed.”

Sirius lets out a nervous chuckle. “So do you want to-”

“No!”

Sirius blinks in confusion. Remus quickly tries to clarify.

“I mean, no, you already asked me last time, this time I want to ask you.”

Sirius mutters something under his breath about a bloody emotional roller-coaster. Remus continues.

“I already talked to Alyssa MacMillan, and she told me to ‘go get my man’, so since you’re now free this Saturday, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me, as in a date?”

Sirius’ face lights up in a smile so beautiful it makes Remus a little dizzy. “I’d absolutely love to!”

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moth-eats-paper · 15 days

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Magnus archives am I right?... I have no idea what to post🥲

#hello tumblr #i love my dead gay son #:3 #the magnus archives #tma #tma podcast #jonmartin #is so cute #the magnus archives podcast #i love marten (i relate to him a little to much)#help my sanity #is gone #i keep saying #magnus archives #reference #to everything #this has nothing to do with the magnus archives but i fucking love the magnus archives and nobody can stop me

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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 3 years

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Not a Fashion Major

Summary: Blaine has a crush on a fashion student in his elective class.

Notes: one of said fics that came to me not at all related to my folklore series. But I did enjoy this little fluff story.

AO3

Blaine wasn’t a fan of war. Hated it in fact. It’s why he was avoiding taking his you-absolutely-need-this-to-graduate-history-class-requirement. The thing about going to a liberal arts college is they make you take classes outside of your major. Most people were dreading their math requirement but Blaine aced statistics spring of his freshman year. The requirement he didn’t want to be reminded of was history. That was until his advisor had told him that any historical content class would be counted.

It’s his junior year and he really wants to be spending all his energy on his thesis next semester. That’s why he chose History of Menswear in the fashion department. Blaine always liked flipping fashion magazines though he may not keep up with the trends in Vogue. He enjoyed a well-patterned bow tie and appreciated a good outfit with suspenders every now and then. He was really hitting two birds with one stone. Goodbye history requirement and hello to some new wardrobe ideas.

He assumed the class wouldn’t be too difficult. Blaine asked around about the professor and apparently he put all the lectures online and his exams were almost all available on Quizlet. However, he was warned about one partner project that counted for half their grade. So, Blaine needed to make a friend who would put in as much effort as he would for this project. At least, it wasn’t a full-blown group thing. Blaine despised group work. It was never equally divided and he always ended up picking up the slack.

With an easy class to end his days three times a week, Blaine had a pep in his step as he walked into his lecture hall in a building he hadn’t really been in before. He got there a few minutes early in case he got lost and chose a seat somewhat in the middle of the room. During his time at college, he found sitting up front or way in the back brought too much attention to yourself. Right in the middle offered the best solution and he was able to see the board, which was great.

All in all, Blaine was ready for a wonderful first day full of ice breakers and going over the semester’s syllabus. What Blaine hadn’t anticipated was Kurt Hummel. A junior fashion major and clearly the best-dressed person in any room, even one containing a large ratio of fashion and design majors.

The room was silent as Kurt introduced himself. He stood up, said his name and major, and favorite article of clothing (scarves). Then, the next person went and listed off their get-to-know-mes.

All Blaine could watch was Kurt. Doodling something in his notebook with an orange-colored pen. Resting his head in his left palm.

He was beautiful. Bright eyes, highlights in his hair, and perfectly put together. A light gray vest covering a forest green silk button-up, and tight denim jeans. Blaine caught glimpses of his white Doc Martens when Kurt shifted his feet under the table.

Blaine tries to talk to him after class but Kurt has someone waiting for him just outside the room. Well, there’s always tomorrow. Except, the same girl met Kurt after every class. Sometimes joined by a tall, blue-haired boy too. They all seemed to be friends.

If he can’t get Kurt’s attention the old fashion way, it’ll have to be just the fashion way. Despite his pacifism, Blaine starts an outfit war. He isn’t even sure if Kurt’s aware he’s playing but every class Blaine steps up his game.

Whether that means tighter pants, crazy patterns (he’s fond of his dinosaur fabric pants he found at the thrift store last week), themed outfits (his loose-leaf striped top and number 2 pencil colored bow tie was a hit with his roommates), or one day of platform shoes he borrowed from his roommate Mike, who had them from a dance number a few months ago. Blaine’s all in.

Kurt claps back with broaches big enough to see across the lecture hall (Blaine is a personal fan of the hippo head), pattened shoes (the tiny polka dots were nice), and one day he donned a pair of leather pants. Blaine didn’t know that pants were made that tight. After the leather pants fiasco, Blaine’s sure he didn’t write any notes that day (thank god for uploaded powerpoints), he was sure Kurt knew about the feud.

Then came mid-terms and the dreaded partner project. When Professor Hank–he told them to call him Hank but Blaine couldn’t let go of Professor–uttered those words, Blaine’s eyes drifted to Kurt as they always tended to, except this time Kurt was looking back at him.

He pointed to himself then Blaine.

‘Partners?’ He mouthed.

Blaine nodded.

“Okay, pair up and I’ll pass out the rubric.”

Blaine stood up and walked over to Kurt. Here it goes, their first conversation.

“Hi, I’m Blaine,” he said.

“Kurt.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

They studied the rubric together and exchanged some initial ideas for a topic. Professor Hank said his final notes on the project, due dates and the like, before dismissing them for the day.

“We’ve never had a class together before,” Kurt commented, packing up his bag.

“Not a fashion major,” Blaine admitted, “Just taking the elective.”

“Oh,” Kurt replied, sounding surprised. He steeled his face before saying, “you wouldn’t know it by the way you dress.”

Blaine blushed and laughed nervously. “Just the gay gene.”

“Wanna get some coffee?”

“I’d love that,” Blaine said.

It’s not until their third date when Kurt asked Blaine if there was a winner of the outfit war.

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a-edgar-allan-hoe · 4 years

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The Red Witch

Jasper Hale x Reader part 2

A/N: So here is the 2nd part everyone! I hope you like it!

Summary: Imagine being an immortal witch from the Middle Ages and being the previous love of Jasper before he was turned. You two were separated under certain circumstances and cross each other’s path once again, years later in the present era.

Warning: language. Blood

Part 1 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

“(Y/N)? Are you ok?” You hear your friend Melanie ask you, her voice laced with concern as she places a comforting hand on your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts.

Your head was beginning to throb violently and the scent of everyone’s blood was beginning to reach you. You could sense their pulse, the flow of their blood through their veins, and a part of you, deep down inside, hungered for it. Not in the way vampires felt, but in a way that you wanted to rip their souls out of their bodies and bathe in their blood while you only gained more power. And it sickened you. It sickened you to the very core.

“I think I need some fresh air.” You turn to face her, only to hear her gasp when she stares at your eyes.

“What? What is it?” You ask her.

She pulls you to the back of the shop, making sure no one noticed before speaking to you in a hushed tone. “(Y/N), hun, I don’t want to freak you out but, your eyes are red.”

“They’re what?!” You stare back at her in confusion before pulling out your phone to see for yourself only to let out a gasp as well.

Both your eyes were blackened in this deep blood red that covered not only your irises but your sclera as well, resembling something of a demon from the pits of hell. You shut your eyes in response, not even wanting to look at yourself, the mere sight of your eyes horrified you.

“Shit shit shit. This isn’t supposed to happen. I haven’t had this happen to me in a long time, not since I was little.” You hiss, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Does that mean?”

“Yes. I let my stupid emotions control me. And now look.” You run a hand through your hair as you open your eyes back up, staring at the floor. “I need to go. I need to go before this gets worse and I hurt someone.

“Don’t worry hun. You go and sort it out. I’ll close the shop early. And please, remember to breathe.”

You nod in agreement before taking out a pair of your sunglasses from your purse and throwing them on to cover your eyes. You slip on your black leather jacket, grabbing your belongings and rush out the shop. With a quickened pace, you walk over to your 1967 dark blue Shelby Mustang with white racing stripes and hop in. You strapped on your seatbelt and put your keys in the ignition to start the car, gripping the wheel as you closed your eyes, listening to and feeling the rumble of the engine. It was one of those things that calmed you down, you always loved the sound of muscle cars.

Taking a deep breath you rev up your engine and drive off, the sound of your car echoing through the streets as you race out of town and towards the woods so that you can be away from from everyone. You had your windows down and your radio up, enjoying the feeling of the wind against your face as the scenery around you blurred past.

You pulled up to a small clearing not too far from the road and got out of your car. Looking at the trees around you, you throw your head back and take a deep breath, taking in the smell of the forest. The throbbing in your head was still there but it was starting to fade. You slip off your gloves and sit down near your car. Glancing down at your hands you noticed that they were turning pitch black with tendrils that seemed to wrap it’s way up your arm, like a poison that runs through your veins only to reach your heart to provide an inevitable ending. Your powers felt like a poison coursing through your veins, and the thought of it ever reaching your heart made your blood run cold. You also noticed that your fingernails have grown to a sharp point, like the claws of an animal.

Shit. Shit shit shit. You needed to stop this.

You unlace your black dr martens and kick them off, digging your toes into the grass and feeling the earth beneath you as you closed your eyes, taking deep breaths as you tried to become one with your surroundings. Earth, fire, water, air, spirit.

You hadn’t used your powers in a long time and were out of practice. And yet, you felt like you needed to. You feared that if you didn’t learn to control it, you would eventually succumb to it and then your powers would eventually control you. And that was the last thing you wanted. With a deep breath you open your eyes back up and stare at your hands. Using your sharp nail, you slice into your arm and watch as the blood slips out of your wound before swirling around your fingers. You try to focus on a certain object and watch as the red substance slowly flows together, forming a red dagger in your hand.

So you weren’t completely out of practice. You let out a sigh of some form of relief, watching the blade melt back into blood, slipping back inside your wound before healing itself. Then slowly, your hands and fingernails returned to normal.

Thank goodness.

After a short period of sitting on the grass and listening to the peaceful sound of the wind and the birds, you pull your phone out of your back pocket to look at the time.

Shit.

Your little sister Harper was going to be off of school in a couple of minutes and you didn’t want to be late. You throw your docs back on and get back in your car before starting your engine and racing off out of the forest and towards Forks high school. You had your radio turned up and currently Led Zeppelin was playing as you pulled up to the high school.

You left the radio on and got out, leaning against the hood of your car with your arms crossed over your chest. You stood there, searching for your sister and finally see her appear out the front entrance.

She had her backpack slung across one arm, her 80s style windbreaker blowing against the wind. She was wearing her old white sweatshirt she found at the thrift store that had Scooby Doo on it, tucked into her high waisted jeans that were rolled up to show off her funky new socks that she just bought because they had dinosaurs all over it. The laces of her white converse were hastily tied as she makes her way over to you with her head lowered.

The way she dressed always made you smile, she always looked like she stepped out of an 80s sitcom, and it perfectly resembled her dorky and full of life personality. Standing next to each other, no one would have ever thought you two were related, with your dark choice of clothes and her bright and colorful ones.

“Hey scooter.” You smile at her once she approaches you.

“Hey” she mumbles out quietly, pushing her glasses up as she gets to the passenger side, making you raise your brow.

Huh. What’s wrong with her?

You turn around to get back into your car before a familiar face stops you in your tracks, making your clench your fist as your breath hitches in your throat.

“Oh you have got to be shitting me.” You hiss, looking away once Jasper catches your stare.

Great, so Jasper and the other vampires happen to go to the same high school your sister goes to. Just great.

You catch Harper giving you a wtf look before turning around to follow your eyes to see for herself what you were getting so upset over.

“(Y/n)?”

“It’s nothing Harper, get in the car.” You shake it off as you both get in.

You sensed Harper watching you carefully as you start your car back up and pull back out of the parking lot. You gave Jasper one last glance, feeling him staring into your soul as you drove off.

How could someone you’ve sworn to forget, someone who didn’t even remember you, still have such an effect over you?

“So how was school?” You ask her as you make your way back to your home, which was located away from town. You could still feel her staring at you.

“It was okay. Nothing special.” She shrugs, looking at the road in front of her before turning back to you. “So what’s up with you? How come you’re acting so moody?”

“So what, you’re my therapist now?”

“Well you were totally chill until you saw that weird pale, Lestat looking dude.”

Did she just call him Lestat?? Wheeze!

There was a pause before her eyes widened a little. “Wait, is he? Is he the same guy that’s in your necklace?”

You clench your wheel as your back straightens up, using your free hand to grasp the intricate gold locket you wore around your neck. The one Jasper gave you many many years ago that he had custom made to have a dragonfly on it. The one you put a small picture of him in to remember him by.

“Did you go through my things?” You raise your brow at her.

“.......maybe.”

“Harper.”

“Hey! I was bored okay. It’s not like I did it recently. And you have so much old shit anyways.”

“Hey, language.” You shake your head with a roll of your eyes. “And it’s not just any old shit okay. It’s stuff that means a lot to me.”

“Looks like a bunch of ancient junk to me.”

“Oh so you’re calling me ancient now.”

“Well technically....”

“Harper.”

“Ok! Sorry!” Harper laughs before getting serious again. “But seriously though, who was he? You’ve like never told me about him.”

You let out a sigh, feeling a lump in your throat that felt like it refused to go away. “That’s because it hurts to talk about him. Jasper and I, he used to court me back in 1862. Harper.....we were supposed to get married.”

A/N: Part 3 coming soon! I didn’t want this chapter to be too long so I had to split it. Thanks for all the support you beautiful people! 😁

Tags: @twilight-kpop @cricketlicket @bella-stenbakken @ineffabledears @elisemurphy06 @ashdab2611 @pancake-pages @toomanybandstocare @cammellia

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theteddylupinexperience · 3 years

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The Concert | Dio Morrissey x f!reader

AN: not a lot to say about this one, aside from the fact that I’m actually really happy with how it turned out. I always love the “best friend’s younger sister” trope, and who better to do it with than our goth king himself. Thanks as always to @pascalpanic for hyping me up and listening to me rant about mosh pits. Enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, kissing, super mild punk show related violence, brief anxiety mention, Dio is a little cringey but you like it

“Kiddo, you’re not even gonna have fun,” your brother swears, “this band is harsh no doubt, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“As sweet as your over protection is, you’re not ditching me tonight,” you roll your eyes. Your brother is sitting on your bathroom counter watching you get ready for the concert he promised a month ago he’d take you to. You know his concern comes from a genuine place, you’d only gotten into the goth scene fairly recently, and long time fans can be really intense with “virgins.”

“Hey, uh, is Shane gonna be there?” you ask, casually as you can manage. You attempt to continue with your black eyeshadow to avoid eye contact with your brother, but he sees right through you anyways.

“First of all, you have to call him Dio while we’re in public. You are not killing the vibe on your induction night. Second of all, gross. I’m sitting right here. Drool over my best friend on your own time.” Your brother pokes your forehead with one of your makeup brushes in a scolding manor.

“Okay well first of all,” you start, “this is my time because this is my bathroom. And second of all… do YOU have any weird nickname I should be aware of before I, and I quote, kill the vibe?”

Your brother flushes slightly, looking at the ground before answering, “Uh, it’s Ghost, actually.”

You narrow your eyes at him, biting back a laugh at how ridiculous he looks, bright red ears contrasting the Doc Martens currently kicking against the floor.

“Dio and… Ghost?” He just nods, looking up at you finally.

“Well alright, my knights in dirty ass Tripp pants.” The comment earns you a laugh, and you feel a small swell of pride rise in your chest. For as insufferable as you found each other a lot of the time, your older brother really was like your best friend. His group of friends had stuck together since middle school, and had absolutely taken you under their wing when you’d let yourself really fall into your darker side. Tonight was your first real night out with everyone, and you couldn’t pretend to be more nervous. You had known your brother’s best friend Shane, Dio, since you were in third grade and had always found him fascinating. You can’t deny that he’s gorgeous, tall and lean, always wearing a leather trench coat that accentuates those features. Full, plush lips, and deep brown eyes that you want to get lost in. Just as you find yourself actually getting lost in the thought of Dio, you’re startled back to reality when your brother turns your hair dryer on and blows it in your face.

“Yo, kid, did I lose you? We gotta go,” in your trance he’s managed to get his hair done and a subtly cool amount of eyeliner. You can only hope not to look like a child, or god forbid a drone, next to him and his friends. “Don’t be nervous, just get your shoes on.”

When you get your boots laced up, you give yourself one last glance in the mirror, fluffing your hair to make it look less obviously styled, and run out the door.

When you arrive at the venue, if you could call it that, it looks more like a rundown warehouse, the music is already in full swing. “The openers always fuckin’ suck, kid,” your brother had told you, “we always show up at least an hour late.”

You’re rocking nervously on your heels, stuck to the ground where your brother had told you to wait while he found the group and brought them over to you. You smile widely when you see them approaching you, but are quick to cover it with what you hope is a cool smirk. Out of place doesn’t even begin to describe how you feel, it would be more accurate to say you’re on a different plane of existence. You’ve managed to transcend discomfort and now have settled into a calmer state.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Wednesday Addams herself,” a deep voice calls out from the head of the pack.

“Hey Sh- uh, Dio,” you stammer as the king himself puts his hands on your shoulders to inspect your outfit. Your stomach drops when he brushes some hair from your face. “You look good. Like you put some thought into how you look, unlike the rest of these drones.” Your face lights up at his praise, and flushes quickly when he winks at you.

Your group makes their way towards the front of the stage when you hear the headlining band announced. The first few songs go off without a hitch, the crowd moves in a seething, pulsing way to the music, and you find yourself moving along with them. You catch Dio’s eyes a couple times to find him already looking at you, his expression relaxed and amused, but his eyes dark as he takes in everything around him. You’re about to walk over and ask him to dance with you when you hear from the stage, “Alright everybody, let’s open this fucking pit!”

Your eyes widen briefly, but you try your best to stay cool in front of your brother and his friends. You can only imagine how lame Dio would find you if you lost your cool because of some moshing. Unfortunately, in your attempt to save face, you’ve distracted yourself to the people around you and find yourself getting shoved, almost to the ground. Your brother hurries over and helps you up, and you assure him you’re fine. It’s nothing you can’t handle. He keeps his grip on you a moment longer, and ruffles your hair before jumping into the circle pit himself. You do your best to keep dancing around, staying away from everyone jumping and shoving each other as much as you can, and for a few minutes you’re surprisingly successful.

The next song that plays is even more intense than the last, and you find yourself crowded against the stage trying to stay away from everything. Your heart rate quickens, and you can feel an anxiety attack trying to creep its way up your spine. You look around desperately, searching for your brother so you can beg him to take you home, when a hand on your shoulder startles you.

Warm brown eyes search your own, “Didn’t mean to scare you, darling, but do you want to get out of here?”

You nod up at Dio, and he takes your hand, guiding you in front of him towards a side door. One of his hands rests protectively against the small of your back, and you shudder at the warmth. You’re outside, the air is cool against the sweat on your skin, and yet Dio’s hand never leaves yours.

“D’you wanna sit?” He gestures to a bench resting against the side of the building.

“I-” your voice cracks, and you clear your throat to find some volume, “Sure, that sounds nice.”

The pair of you sit in silence for a moment while you catch your breath, you can feel Dio’s eyes boring into you, but can’t bear to look at him. “God, I’m so sorry, Shane,” you whisper, “Er, Dio, fuck, sorry again.”

“Don’t apologize, darling, it’s just you and me out here.” You finally dare to look up, and he’s smiling gently at you, holding both of your hands in one of his, and rubbing the other soothingly up your back. “I know the first time can be intense, to say the least. It’s a madhouse in there, and those fucking drones don’t know any better than to push everyone around. It should be a crime to scare or shove anyone as perfect as you.”

You huff out a strangled laugh at his words, and move your hands to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Because you’re my best friend’s little sister,” he starts, and his grip on your back tightens when disappointment crosses your features, “and because you are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on. If someone as ethereal as you will even allow me in your presence, I have done something right.”

You turn your body towards him completely, searching his face. The strong, confident, devil may care Dio from inside is nothing compared to the patient, sweet, borderline insecure Shane you’re talking to out here. You reach your hand up to caress his face, smoothing down his dyed black curls, tracing your thumb against his full bottom lip. Shane melts into your touch, a content sigh leaving his lips at the contact, the heat of your skin against his feels more powerful than the sun at this moment. When you run your thumb nail against the sensitive skin behind his ear, his eyes snap open.

“Can I- would you… would you be mad if I kissed you?” He asks, his voice shy, but his eyes full of want.

‘I’ll be mad if you don’t,” you laugh incredulously. Shane places one hand against your jaw, and the other one slides up your back to rest in your hair. The cool metal of his rings feels electric, but nothing could compare to the jolt you feel when his lips meet yours. He’s soft, so much gentler than you imagined he’d be, and he takes his time losing himself in the feeling of your lips moving against his. He pulls away too soon, and you grab the front of his jacket to pull him back to you.

This kiss is not as gentle, but it is equally as sweet and intoxicating. His hand tightens on your scalp, and his tongue presses against the seam of your lips. You gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue against yours. He tastes like clove cigarettes and Jaeger, and it’s fucking incredible. He’s more perfect than your wildest dreams of him, and the low moan he lets out when you scratch your nails up his back makes you reconsider everything you’ve ever thought about heaven.

Eventually you have to breathe, so you pull back just a bit and rest your forehead against his. “Wow,” you manage to get out. Shane laughs, the sound is more musical than anything you’ve heard tonight.

“Wow is correct, my darling, you are truly more ethereal than I could have fathomed.” He kisses you again, softly on the lips, and then places another on your cheek. “Do you think I could take you out for real sometime soon?”

You bite your lip to prevent a giddy smile from breaking across your face, and nod quickly. “I actually found this record store with its own coffee shop a couple towns over, we could check that out, maybe? I mean, I’ve liked you since freshman year, so anything you want to do would be perfect. You’re perfect, Dio.”

His ears flush an adorable pink, and he smiles almost shyly up at you. “Shane,” he says, “Call me Shane.”

You beam up at him, “Shane.”

He stands up, takes your hand, and leads you back into the concert venue. Walking arm in arm with the king, you feel like you could jump right in the middle of that mosh pit and come out on top. Shane guides you back to your friends, and you try not to get overwhelmed by the stares and whispers when people see you together. Your brother catches a glimpse of you, his eyes drop down to where your hand is connected with Shane’s, and you brace yourself for an obnoxious or over protective comment.

“It’s about goddamn time.”

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Illicit affairs -Chapter 3

summary: who doesn’t love to sneak out to a club full of criminals? ok, that was not fair for peter, but at least he can still kick ass. Plus, someone’s not happy to see that y/n is back.

Listen to: Kiwi- Harry Styles & Dakiti- Bad Bunny

word count: 8.8k

(author’s note at the end now)

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, checking if you felt like you looked good enough for going to a club full of criminals. The night after your “meeting” with Felicia, you had gotten a voicemail from a private number, giving you the address and some further indications that you had to follow because you were…you.

You can’t go looking like you buy things from Brandy Melville (which you took a great offense)

Full-on glam look, we can’t have people recognizing who you are.

Ask for Felicia, only and only to the bartender. And only if I haven’t found you first.

Go alone.

So, there you were. You had used so much eyeliner as you tried to recall how to actually do a smoky eye correctly while also trying different dresses for this new persona. Honestly, you hadn’t done a lot of undercover in your time as an Avenger but now it seemed either way as a good way to start.

You had ended up with a cheetah printed light pink mini dress from Versace that Thor had bought a few years ago, it didn’t seem like a right choice per se but paired with some good Dr. Martens, an oversize leather jacket, and some necklaces and chokers that you hadn’t worn in years along with the necklace with the arc reactor in the charm, way closer to your skin; it seemed like the perfect fit.

You didn’t know if this could trick anyone but it was worth the try as you took out your subway card, since you couldn’t arrive even close to the location with your suit.

You were ready to go.

“HAPPY, Dad and Pepper are out, right?”, you asked your AI as you walked towards your door with a smirk on your face as you watched yourself in a mirror for the last time and took the handle of the door.

It hadn’t required a lot of planning leaving without anyone noticing that you were gone. Pepper and Tony had a date night, which usually consisted of an overnight flight somewhere so they could have time alone. Morgan would be staying with a babysitter while Harley was out in Boston for the weekend, visiting some friends from MIT. Therefore, there was no one at Stark Tower that you needed to worry about.

But then came Peter and you hadn’t been answering Peter’s calls or texts since you had met with Felicia. Deep down you knew that Peter was concerned about you and usually if this was years ago, you would’ve maybe worried that Peter would appear out of nowhere on you. But that was then and this was now after Peter had let you go, you weren’t sure if he would even try anything more than a couple of calls.

Therefore, it seemed like a done deal.

“Yes, Miss Stark but-”, the AI protested as you opened the door.

Nonetheless, it didn’t matter now, the door was wide opened and Peter Parker was staring as surprised as you were, with his hand on the air ready to knock.

Peter shifted awkwardly as you stayed stunned in front of him. Part of you thought that Peter would simply let it go like he had let go of you when you ran away to Europe or how he had let go of the last conversation you had regarding why you had left, yet there he was.

Peter had been worried, to say the least. He had struggled to sleep the last few days, mostly because you were ignoring his calls and texts that talked about the mission but after the whole Gwen debacle, that had ended up with Gwen threatening to end the relationship if he didn’t tell her that he was with you on a mission, he was worried that Gwen’s comment might have ruined what was growing that day.

Peter was aware that he had hurt you and he believed that you would never forgive him completely, most importantly he somehow respected that decision now that you had talked. He could see the hurt in your eyes the last conversation you had and he felt his heart-crushing when you told him that you loved him.

He didn’t try to think that anything would go back as the way it was, but the way that even after you had to tell him the truth, you were spending time together and it felt like before; it gave him something extremely dangerous: hope. Hope that even after everything, you were showing him those tiny acts of caring for him and were somehow talking like before.

He hadn’t been aware until that point how much he really craved your presence again in your life as he could only breathe once more with you around.

Therefore, Peter knew he couldn’t simply wait like last time, he knew he had to act and that’s how he had ended up at your door that night.

“What happened?” Peter asked as soon as the sudden shock wear off him, “You haven’t been returning my calls”

You cursed mentally as Peter entered the room, you were already on a limited frame of time to get to the club and meet Felicia, and now you had to deal with Peter and getting rid of him.

Fast.

“Jeez, it’s Thursday Parker, almost the end of the week. Let it be, go and hang out with your girlfriend” you answered sarcastically as you rolled your eyes, still near the door.

Peter gazed back at you confused, you were so relaxed compared to how intense you had been days prior about getting together a plan. Peter tried not to think about it as he stared at you, but he couldn’t avoid that his worst fear about Gwen’s comment felt more real than before.

“Y/N,” he started as he stepped closer to you, his voice was so small that it made your heart clenched a bit. “I thought that we were fine, we were working together and talking…”, he whispered.

Sometimes, you even got concerned for how much Peter worried about you, you didn’t know if it involved his overhyped senses but since you became partners, he was extremely in tune with you and your feelings. It happened so often that you had come to know by heart, the characteristic look on his face when he felt that anxiety creeping in with something related to you. The haunting gaze on his eyes, the sallow features drawn, and the smallest voice when he asked you how you were. He usually would look down when he got to close, his hand would slither behind your back or on your thigh, holding it tightly as you smiled and told him everything was fine or maybe as you cried and told him that everything was not fine.

You could feel the lump on your neck as tears began to creep into your eyes, he still cared. If this had happened any other moment, you figured you would have a conversation with him, a more honest one, as you tried to swallow your anger and resentment because you knew it wasn’t fair with Peter.

But Peter was making you waste time and you felt the pressure of the seconds pass as you took a look at the time on your phone, knowing that Peter had to leave, soon.

“Yes, I know,” you started as you walked back to the hallway. “But then I remember our little talk last week and how it ended”

In all honesty, Peter thought it would’ve taken longer for you to budge and talk about your feelings but he felt somehow glad that you decided to bring it up. Peter sucked in a breath, fully ready to tell you everything, have an honest conversation, as he tried to swallow his anger and resentment for losing so many years because he knew it wasn’t fair with you.

“I told you that I loved you and you told me that it was my fault that I didn’t say it earlier?”, you asked with a little more anger in your voice, crossing your arms over your chest to make you look tougher. “What about you Peter? Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you loved me?”

The questions were sincere but the why you were asking them was a different story as Peter chased you through the apartment while you walked towards the elevator as quickly as you could.

“Because, I never thought that you would fall for someone like me…”, he answered as he caught your hand with his web and pulled you close to him.

The smell of cinnamon and honey invaded you, your hand landed in Peter’s chest, your gazes linked and your eyes fluttered down to his lips for just one second. If this would’ve been any other moment, years ago, you could’ve stayed there being held by Peter forever but this wasn’t the moment and Peter wasn’t yours to do that.

You backed.

“Don’t bullshit me, Peter, I don’t know why you want to forget about that night-” you growled, giving him a stern look before he interrupted you.

“I’m not trying to forget it”

You wanted to explode right there and there as Peter Parker stated that he wasn’t trying to forget what had happened between you two, with his chocolate eyes with golden specks and his constellation of freckles drawn on his face. The gravity of his answer shocked you, it seemed so straightforward and determined that you felt tingles running through your body, but…

You knew you couldn’t be doing this right now.

“So, why don’t you just admit that you knew I had feelings for you and you didn’t care and got with Gwen!”, you snapped as you called the elevator.

Peter could still hear the hurt in your voice and it dawned on him, how much he hadn’t thought about how it looked to you. You had been acting weird at the party and then you had to go looking for him, for what Peter assumed now was to confess your feelings; but he had been making out with Gwen.

Part of him wanted to punch himself in the face for being so tone-deaf regarding your thoughts, for only drowning himself in the feeling that you had left him and that excusing himself wouldn’t fix anything because you both had been clueless about your feelings for the other and only fighting what you felt would make it worse.

“I wanted you, y/n”, he whispered.

Peter knew that maybe was a little too forward, he tried to dismiss the pang of guilt that he felt as he remembered Gwen but you deserved the truth and he decided that he needed to give it to you.

You felt like your heart was sinking as you heard his words, you couldn’t believe he was speaking so truthfully and without consequences. He was giving you what you had wanted to hear for so long and this felt like torture to you as the doors of the elevator opened and although every bone on your body was screaming for you to stay with Peter, you knew you simply couldn’t.

“You still went back to her when I left Peter, I think it’s pretty self-explanatory”, you answered softly as you turned around and entered the elevator.

Peter fought the urge to groaned as he followed you into the elevator.

“You want things to be so simple and they aren’t y/n”, Peter answered, the doors close behind him.

“Peter it’s simple, I was there and you didn’t choose me”, you said slowly as you prayed mentally for the elevator to go down faster so you could escape.

“It’s not what I want-”

“You know what, Peter?”, you said as the door opened into the lobby of Stark Industries. “Let’s leave it like that and go spend time with your girlfriend”, you stated while turning around and walking as fast as you could.

Peter stayed in the elevator, cursing under his breath as he saw you running away, again.

Why does she always run away?

“But we have work to do!”, was the only thing that Peter felt could make you stop.

He knew how dedicated you were to the mission, he knew that you were invested and honestly, if it was the only way that he could make you stay with him, he would try it.

You stopped in your tracks, biting your lip and closing your eyes for a second, annoyed that Peter had finally found every right thing to say after so much time. You stayed silent for more than one second and suddenly, something didn’t sit right with Peter as he walked towards you.

He had been so into the conversation, on telling you the truth on acknowledging your feelings that he hadn’t really noticed how you were looking or the outfit that you were wearing, he knew it wasn’t your usual clothes and it seemed like the puzzle pieces were falling into place as Peter looked at you completely stunned.

“Peter, can you just respect my limit? And leave? Just for today”, you answered exhausted and your gazes linked.

Peter didn’t answer, he simply gave a step back and motion for you to go on your way, it hurt to leave him like that but you knew that you had to go now if you wanted any information regarding Kingpin.

The metro ride wasn’t bad, except for a couple of creeps that cat called you but you managed to threaten to bodily harm some of them and you decided to bark at one. Either way, no one had recognized you and you kept your head down as you exited the subway station and walked through the streets of The Bronx.

You managed to slip into the club after doing a short line to enter, without much trouble. The bodyguards didn’t ask for an I.D. (thankfully) and you were glad that they only allowed people to get in based on their outfits, honestly only the ones that didn’t look “vanilla” were the ones allowed to enter.

It was hot, sticky, and loud as you walked through the crowd to arrive at the main area of the club, especially the VIP one that was very close to the bar. The people were grinding against each other, others nearly having sex against the wall, many taking a bit more pills than what you thought was okay, while others simply danced. And as in any other club, you had to muscle your way through it to arrive at the bar, where the blue strobe lights didn’t bother you as much.

Your eyes were scanning the place, as you asked HAPPY quietly through your earbud to look for someone that looked familiar, checking if there were any criminals at the moment and most importantly, for someone that looked like Felicia.

“Shots?”, the bartender asked as he placed three small glasses in front of you.

You felt confused for a moment, snapping out of your thoughts as you watched the older guy with a bottle of vodka in his hand, he raised his eyebrows as he shook the bottle a bit. “Yes, keep the tab open”

“There you go”, he said as he served them to the top.

You took them fairly quickly; it didn’t matter that they burned your throat as you quickly turned your sight towards the dancefloor and the tables near the VIP area. Although it felt like it was bigger, it was rather a smaller club, more familiar and more private, it was perfect for the shady businesses that the Maggia family often had, especially Kingpin.

“I can only identify one member of Frisk’s inner circle”, HAPPY finally said after a few seconds. “In one of the VIP tables, is the Architect, Orville Nugent. There are more people with minor offenses or in parole”

You knew of Orville Nugent thanks to your research and you had come to find that he was off the grid because of the kind of work he was rumored to perform. Extortionist for once was a title that you didn’t like much as you saw how he drank quietly as other men talked to him while some exotic dancers were performing in front of them. But as you watched Nugent, you noticed the girl that was serving him his drink and then walking directly to the bar.

Her long silver hair was nowhere to be seen, instead, it was a long blonde wig that was framing her face beautifully, she was passing by through the crowd, in a black tight dress, as she carried the bottles of liquor in her hand without having to muscle her way through, but delicately; as if she knew where she had to move next to never bump into anyone. However, what made you lose your breath was how she had her undivided attention on you, her eyes watching you intently.

You suddenly felt pinpricks on the back of your neck as the girl watched you rather keenly, and you just knew who she was. Running your hand slowly through your hair, you tried to brace yourself for what would Felicia said, you fixed your dress and cleared your throat as she came closer.

But she didn’t say anything.

She walked up to you, closer than she had ever been. Eyes still linked as she trapped you on your seat as she very softly left the bottle that she was carrying on the bar, you gulped as you tried to be as calm as you possibly could. She smelled like jasmine, you felt intoxicated.

She smirked.

Before you knew it, she was dragging you to the dancefloor and you were doing little to prevent it. You couldn’t avoid thinking if you were walking with her, hand in hand, because of your own volition or because of her heated gaze but before you knew it, you were feeling the bass of the music tearing through your body as Felicia began to dance with you.

Her skin was smooth as she pulled you closer, so you were now flush up against her, you felt your cheeks getting warmer and warmer as the second’s pass. She quickly moved her hands to your hips and forced you to move with her. You swallowed hard, as she placed her forehead against yours with a small smirk. You weren’t sure what song was playing as you simply tried to memorize every detail of her face; she was more beautiful than what you had anticipated without the mask on, her lips were as full as ever as she wore bright red lipstick and her eyes were accompanied by a sharp wing that combined perfectly with her purple make-up look. But the thing you noticed the most, as you placed your hands over her shoulders softly, was that her greyish-eyes did have specks of purple on them.

You had never seen anything like that before.

Before you could say anything, she spun you around, your bum now flushed against her. You stayed stunned for a second, as you analyzed the skill, she had to manipulate your body as she wished, she placed her jaw on your shoulder and you felt a shiver as she breathed against your neck. You weren’t sure if it was the music or the couple of shots you had taken, or simply the fact that you were on an undercover mission and no one was watching you, so you leaned back against her as you danced to the beat of the music.

The two of you swayed to the beat together, moving at the same time as you tilted your head to rest on her shoulder. You felt goosebumps appearing on your skin as you felt her fingertips trail along your body and you simply closed your eyes, trying to enjoy the sensation of her body against yours and the music, a remix of Bad Bunny playing in the back.

But you suddenly felt the hairs of the nape of your neck standing up, you quickly opened your eyes as you stopped dancing and began to scan the room, you didn’t manage to see anyone you knew but you felt that someone was watching you. Were you being paranoid? Or had someone recognized you?

You didn’t know but it made you snap.

“Let’s talk”, you stated seriously, as you looked at your surroundings, while still trying to pass unnoticed, wondering if you were just imagining something that really wasn’t there.

“You were doing so good”, she whined on the shell of your ear but then she stepped back.

Felicia huffed as she took your hand and began to muscle your way through the crowd. The music seemed louder than before and it seemed as if space was closing in on you, the blue strobe lights blinded you for a second as you tried to follow her.

Soon, you reached a door, close enough to the bar as Felicia simply gave the bartender a knowing look and the guy nodded, somehow allowing her to enter. It was a small room; cleaning supplies were surrounding you as well as a rag of clothes that seemed like costumes or uniforms for the employees. Felicia quickly shoved you into the room before she turned around, closed the door, and locked it. She removed the blonde wig and then placed it on a chair close-by.

“I was starting to think that you weren’t coming”, she said with the silvery voice she always had.

She turned around to look at you with a small smirk as she walked towards you and let her long silver hair-free, but before she could get too close to you and before you said a word; you felt a slight movement on the door handle. Both of you froze as you turned towards the door.

It was moving frantically and Felicia quickly moved to the door, she positioned herself in front of it, ready to attack if anything happened. While you tapped your charm slightly and the nanobots quickly covered your arm, you had your repulsors ready for the attack but then the handle seemed to be broken.

A second after, Peter was standing in front of you as he quickly closed the door behind him. Felicia rapidly placed her hand on his neck and pushed him hard against the wall, Peter winced as he felt the pressure of Felicia’s hold on his neck before he could say anything. Felicia showed her nails, which weren’t her usual claws but were still very sharp, and with one swift movement of her hand she tried to attack Peter but you caught her hand in the air.

“What are you doing here?”, you hissed at Peter as Felicia glared at you for stopping her. “Let him go, he’s with me”, you said to her while your eyes were still fixed on Peter.

Felicia doubted you for a second but as soon as you shot her an annoyed look, she let go of Peter who was finally able to breathe a little better, he coughed a couple of times.

“I told you not to bring anyone!”, she growled at you while you crossed your arms over your chest and glared at Peter.

“I didn’t tell him to come!”, you answered back. “Did you follow me here?”, you asked at him with a scowl drawn on your face.

Honestly, it hadn’t been on Peter’s plans either.

As soon as it clicked to Peter that you were doing something that you clearly weren’t supposed to be doing, he had to follow you. He knew that you would do anything to succeed on a mission, even put yourself at risk in the most stupid ways and Peter wasn’t prepared to lose you over getting information, he had just got you back. He was your partner, even if you didn’t want him to be and he needed to be there.

Although, it had been one hell of a journey. He had decided to let you walk a few minutes before he began to chase you quietly through the streets. He had been wearing a hoodie under his jean jacket and had managed to hide his face well enough, avoiding your gaze when you turned around and checked your surroundings every while. He had heard a couple of guys catcalling you, and after you had walked farther away, he had managed to ‘accidentally’ punched each one of them in their groin as he still followed you. He almost missed the train and he had to hang himself to the back of it since he had been way too distracted by the way you had barked at the last one.

The most challenging part, nonetheless, had been getting into the club. You had managed to enter quite easy and Peter hoped that he could do the same, but as soon as the bodyguard gave him one look, he had ordered him to ‘fuck off’ literally. Peter had protested, which had ended up with the guard pushing him into the street and kicking him in his ribs, threatening him.

So, he had to go through an alley close-by, then climbed through a couple of buildings to finally reach the side of the club. Peter quickly placed his mask on to scan the place and asked Karen to check if there was any other way he could get inside, and quickly. Thankfully, Karen had managed to find an air duct that could lead him to the women’s restroom and therefore, into the club.

It hadn’t been pretty; Peter was sure he had found more than two bodies of dead rats and he had been chased out of the restroom but a couple of girls when he managed to get out of the stall, literally scratch him and punch him with their handbags.

But the thing that had bothered Peter the most was how the girl, who he had now guessed was Felicia, was touching you. Peter was livid as he stared at both of you in shock, jaw slightly unhinged and a sharp glint in his eyes that were clearly a symptom of something Peter maybe wasn’t ready to admit, given that he was still with Gwen and he shouldn’t be having those feelings for his partner.

He had managed to chase both of you into the quiet room, thankfully avoiding the bartender who had seemed to be keeping an eye for both of you when you had entered the small room.

“I knew you were onto something!”, Peter whispered back at you, giving Felicia a sheepish grin before turning back to you. “We are partners, you are supposed to let me know this kind of information!”

“Oh my god”, Felicia’s voice interrupted both of you. When you turned to see her, you could’ve sworn that her grin would’ve been perfectly accompanied by a long tail that would seductively twirl around her face. She was not stupid. It didn’t take her long to figure out who Peter was. “Spidey”, she cooed.

Peter rolled her eyes at Felicia as he glared back at you and you shrugged. “You were the one who decided to come here, it’s your fault she knows who you are”

“Felicia Hardy”, she simply said as she offered Peter her hand.

You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes at the way that Felicia had introduced herself to Peter.

Peter doubted it for a second but he ended up shaking hands with her, thankfully. “Peter Parker”, he muttered as he quickly let go of her hand. “What are we doing here?”

“I told Stark that I can help you, and I will” Felicia offered as she leaned against the chair with a smirk drawn on her face, while Peter looked at her suspiciously.

“We were about to start talking until you arrived” you continued as you walked back towards Felicia who seemed to have a permanent grin on her face when she looked at you. “Anyway, what information do you have?”

But before Felicia could even speak, Peter interrupted your conversation.

“Wait, how do we know she’s not setting a trap?” Peter asked as he gave Felicia an icy stared. “She brought us to one of the places own by the Maggia”

Felicia grumbled and you saw how she clenched her jaw, just as annoyed with Peter as he was with her. “Why would I tell you my real name if I was setting a trap?”

Peter remained silent and so did you, as you had noticed the last time you saw her; she felt transparent but neither you nor Peter spoke as you still watching her somehow apprehensively.

“Look, I swear, things have changed and I can help you” she repeated once more as her gaze linked exclusively with yours, she was ignoring Peter and trusting you.

“Why though?”, Peter inquired once more while you shot him an annoyed look. He looked back at you and shrugged, he clearly didn’t like Felicia per se but you didn’t know if it was because she was Black Cat or just because she had brought you here.

“I’m smart enough to know I’m not going to go against all the Avengers”, Felicia answered right away and you felt your breath stop for a second, Peter’s eyes widened as both of your gazes linked.

All the Avengers?

“What do you mean?”, you asked her, face turning pale at the information while Felicia shrugged nonchalantly while she watched your blinking expressions.

Felicia pressed her lips together; the air became heavier as you felt your muscles growing tense while you waited for Felicia’s answer. Just by the way she was gazing at you, her eyes burning holes into your face as you attempted to read her, she seemed somehow solemn, you knew it wasn’t good.

“Kingpin is going after all of you” Felicia declared uninterested, but her eyes betrayed her as you saw a flash of concern on her face.

“What!?” you yelled, louder than what you would’ve expected to but the second she heard your voice, Felicia walked towards you and placed her hand quickly over your lips.

“You don’t want them to catch us!”, Felicia pointed out while Peter seemed to be still in shock as he heard Felicia’s words, you pushed her hand away from your mouth quickly, still staring at her wide-eyed.

“After my many failed attempts of collecting those freaking neutralizers, Kingpin decided to go straight to the source. He has made a deal with Hammer and it’s getting those babies for a large amount of money but without all the trouble”

You felt dizzy as you remembered Hammer’s words on being a good person and how upset you had been regarding being place on this mission with Peter. But with this information, that seemed like a brick dropped on your lap, you knew that you needed to stay somehow calm if you wanted to succeed in this, nonetheless, it was a hard pill to swallow; the people who you were protecting were the ones betraying you.

Felicia looked at both of you point-blank as Peter’s panicky eyes began to look for your reaction but you exploded right away.

“That piece of shit!”

But Peter quickly placed his hand on your shoulder and slightly squeezed it as you cursed Hammer under your breath, you couldn’t believe it. “Hammer already has a history we can catch him easily” Peter tried to convince you.

“I don’t think it’s that easy,” Felicia stated flatly as if it was obvious. “If Frisk has been doing all the transactions through legitimate businesses. He also has been trying to contact Oscorp but they haven’t reach Norman yet. But with the bad blood between your dad and Norman Osborn, then it wouldn’t be a surprise if he said yes”

You felt like throwing up as Peter and Felicia continued. Whatever you had gotten yourself into, there was still quite a bit more that you needed to fix everything and you needed to know everything.

“Why is he doing this?”, Peter asked before you even retaliated as you clutch onto Peter’s arm while hearing Felicia.

“Kingpin was at first just dealing with the police and he was doing his business as usual; then Spiderman came into the picture with this alien bullshit”, she said as she pointed at Peter. “He tried to lay low since he had managed to trade drugs and guns perfectly fine, but soon the weapons made by Vulture reached him and he was more than happy to add them to his portfolio. Then, the friendly-neighborhood Spidey here managed to bust all of his suppliers for the new weapons and he has now become paranoic seeing how close he is to the Avengers”

You quickly turned to Peter with a glare. “What did you do to Kingpin while I was gone?”, you hissed as you placed the pads of your fingers on your temples, trying to calm yourself.

Peter rolled his eyes, “I just managed to bust some of his operations”, he shrugged.

“A lot of his operations,” Felicia intervened with a stern look at Peter as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Since you capture Vulture, Tinkerer, and Scorpion, half of his providers are gone”, Felicia replied.

“So, now he thinks that-”

“-that the Avengers are after him”, Felicia completed the sentence. “He had even been calmer the last few months until he learned that you returned and now, he’s all over the place. He wants to end you, all of you”

You remained silent for a moment as you figured the repercussions of everything that this meant. This wasn’t for a second-generation Avengers; Kingpin was going after all of you and it seemed more frightening that he wasn’t even afraid to face all of you.

“And how did you fit in all of this?”, Peter asked now. You could almost feel how he was tensing up behind you.

“Oh, I’ve been working for a long-time, baby” Felicia replied as she batted her eyes playfully. “But no one ever knew about me. Someone simply gave my details to Kingpin and I had worked little jobs for him, the only big one was the Hammer and Oscorp one. I had managed to do most of my job until you arrived”, she finished with a glare.

“And now?”

You gazed at Felicia after you finished rubbing your hands down your face, trying to read her.

“I want to work for the right team, the team that’s going to help me survive”, Felicia said with a shrug as she placed her hands on her back.

“Then we can work together and stop him”, you stated steady and Felicia nodded with a gleam on her eyes.

Suddenly, you heard a special sequence of knocks on the door. All of you turned into the door and it was quickly opened by the bartender, as soon as he opened you could hear the commotion at the club.

“They know she,” he said as he pointed at you, “is here. There was a snitch at the club, maybe The Architech. Kingpin is on his way with his soldiers. You have to get out now!”, he instructed as he then exited the room as fast as humanly possible.

“Fuck, fuck”, Felicia whispered as she quickly snatched her wig from the chair and placed it over her head. She then turned around to face you with a slight smirk but somehow a concerned look on her face. “I’m sorry to leave you hanging but you can go through where he,” she said as she pointed at Peter, “came from and then I’ll try to contact you”

“Felicia, wait!”, you started but she quickly looked back at you with a slight wince.

“Be careful!”, was the last thing she said before she opened the door and then disappeared.

You gazed back at Peter who had the same concerned look on your face as you probably had. Peter could feel your heart thundering in your chest as you quickly got close to the door and tried to hear what was happening, but as Peter heard too, it seemed like they were trying to kick out some innocent party-goers, there was still commotion so if you had to act, you had to do it now.

“Do you have a plan?”, you asked him as Peter swallowed hard.

“I can’t really go dressed as Spiderman, they have footage of Peter Parker”, he said as you bit your lip.

It meant that you were, technically, on your own. “Okay, let’s simply get out like normal people, and then we can get out with the rest of the people. You go first, try to mix yourself with the crowd and I’ll be just behind you”

“y/n but-”

“Go!”, you whispered-screamed back as Peter simply shut his mouth with doubt drawn all over his face.

Peter was used to dangerous missions; he had been working on this for a long time and he tried to convince himself that this would be like any other mission. But each time he had to go with you, there was always an underlying fear on his eyes, especially now, these moments when you didn’t care about anything else but complete the mission, pushing the boundaries of your safety, not even knowing if you were going to be caught with or without your suit and if he was going to be able to help you or not.

“I’m right here”, Peter whispered back at you, tapping his earbud as he finally opened the door and left you in the small room.

Peter managed to sneakily make his way to the bar, as he watched how many of the usual body guards were trying to lead people out of the bar, one of them was ordering the DJ to turn off the music while Nugent was on the phone, still in the VIP zone with his partners, Peter gulped as he tried to zone out the noise so he could focus on what Nugent was saying.

“Get more people, she’s here”

Peter’s stomach dropped and he knew you had to get out now. He tried to sneak his way behind the bar, trying to not be seen as he quickly asked Karen to connect him.

Black Cat had called you here and now you were right in the lion’s den without less protection than what you usually had, without backup.

“y/n, you have to get out now!”, Peter whispered in your ear as you heard him carefully.

He was fuming, and you could tell by how stentorian his voice was. You had seen Peter annoyed at you a few times, even more, the last couple of weeks but you hadn’t seen him get this mad in a while. The last time had been when you had managed to defeat the guards of Tinkerer; although he had managed to escape, it wasn’t the reason that Peter had been mad at you. He was mad because to get rid of the different tech that Tinkerer had used to literally fuck up your suit, you had decided to ditch it and keep fighting. This had resulted in a broken rib for you thanks to a hand-in-hand fight, Peter had been furious that you hadn’t let him now and that you were being so reckless.

You felt like it had been burned into your mind: His squinty eyes and his set jaw, as his stentorian voice called you out while he swung you through New York in his arm, trying to get you out of there as fast as he possibly could.

And now you were more than sure that he looked the same.

“Fine, fine!”, you answered back as you ordered HAPPY to release the sleeves of your suit, which would be hidden under your oversize leather jacket in case something happened.

“I’m waiting for you at the end of the bar,” Peter said sternly as he took a peek at how many people were left at the bar before he came back down again. “I think we can manage to get out with the rest”

Part of you thought that you could possibly make it out of there without any trouble as you walked out of the small room with your head down and tried to make your way down through the bar with apparently the last group of civilians that was being let out. Another part of you knew that wasn’t the case, and it was right.

“Miss Stark!”, a voice coming from the VIP zone called you and you close your eyes, stopping dead on your tracks as you saw two men in front of you, weapons at hand. “Lovely to have you here,” Nugent said as one of the men nudge you to go towards where Nugent -The Architect- was.

Peter felt like he had stopped breathing as he heard Nugent’s voice calling you out as he quickly peeked once more to see how you were being escorted to the main area off the club. Peter quickly pulled his hair as he covered his eyes, the thoughts rushed through his mind as he tried to think in any way that he could be useful and get you out of there safely, without his identity being compromised.

He knew that you would raise hell either way and you wouldn’t allow them to catch you but his mind was spinning as he thought of a thousand scenarios where he could successfully get you both out of there. Peter peeked again, the tall men were now holding you by your shoulders, you felt like their hold would leave bruises by how tightly they were holding you as you tried to softly twist yourself out of their hold, although they weren’t letting you.

Peter felt like he could see red and if it wasn’t for Karen’s voice telling him that he would be exposed to several bullets if he moved, then he would’ve jumped right then. He couldn’t admit how anger he was; he was shaking as he felt how he bent the wood of the bar to his will, he felt his blood boiling as he saw how close Nugent was to you. He quickly cursed to himself as he hid again, trying to see what on earth he could do about it, soon he managed to see a small box next to the bar: The electrical panel.

You, on the other hand, felt slightly annoyed that they had caught you so easily as you glared at them with your jaw set. Nugent was already grinning at you and the men surrounding him, clearly enjoying himself. He walked closer to you, grasping your chin with his bony hand while you turned your head to the side to get rid of his touch.

“Can’t wait to see what Mr. Frisk will allow me to do with you”, he sneered as he licked his lips, the other minions laughed loudly at his comment.

You simply rolled your eyes, he had to be a fucking sicko. “Oh, I can’t wait to see what he’ll do to you when I go”, you said smugly.

The laughs died down as you could see how Nugent’s noise began to flare up, his grin disappearing as the seconds pass being replaced by his pursed lips. He didn’t seem to have a lot of patience, which honestly you thought was terrible for someone who worked as an extortionist. He quickly slapped you across the face, making you groan as you crouched a bit by the force of it, but you just smiled as you heard the slight movement on your earbud.

“y/n, now!”, Peter’s voice on your ear felt like a shot of adrenaline.

"You are going to regret that", you muttered with a smirk at Nugent.

Before Nugent could say another word, the lights went off in a second, and the whole place was engulfed by darkness. The only light that could be seen as the one on your hands, coming from your repulsors and the fire that they caused as you quickly blasted Nugent that screamed and fell a couple of meters into the VIP zone, while you quickly fired against the men that had been holding you, you laid down on the floor as the bullets began to travel the area. You tapped the arc reactor on your necklace and your suit began to spread over your body.

As soon as it was on, you stood, turning and glaring at the men that were quickly shooting and screaming frantically since they couldn’t really see where you were, while you began to tackle them one by one. You quickly blasted a pulse bolt towards the comrades of Nugent and they fell backward, glass shattering behind them as you continued to fight.

“P, get out!”, you managed to say as you quickly took one of the men, that had been laughing the most about Nugent’s comment, by the neck and threw him towards the bar.

“Look behind you!”, was all that Peter managed to say in a panicky voice as you turned around.

You felt backward as the force of the automatic rifles threw you out of your game, you fell onto a table and groaned as you tried to stand-up but about ten men were surrounding you fairly quickly while they kept firing at you. You could feel the force of the bullets on your suit, knowing that they could tear the nanobots away if they kept firing at the same places for too long, knowing that they knew exactly where your arc reactor was glowing now as it channeled the energy on your suit.

“This is going to leave a bruise”, you muttered to yourself as you quickly fired at them with your repulsors almost blindly, but you only managed to get two of them.

Suddenly, you heard a loud screamed that seemed to get farther and farther away, stopping abruptly, and then something fell to the floor. The other men stopped firing for one second, looking around before another one screamed and stopped abruptly.

Now you were able to hear the familiar twhip!

You saw the men as they gazed confusedly at their surroundings and the others while you raised your head and saw Peter, webbing up each one up and placing web on their mouths.

You smirked at him and you could see he was smiling too. It gave you the perfect time to quickly catch one of the guns and bent it in half so they could no longer be used, before spinning around and kicking another guy in the face, throwing him meters back while Peter still was webbing the other ones up.

Peter saw you getting on your feet, feeling like he could breathe again as you were effectively taking them but as he finished webbing up his sixth one, he heard more steps coming your way, more soldiers from the Maggia Family and he knew that if you were there any longer, then it wouldn’t end up good. Peter quickly crawled his way through the wall and began to fire taser-webs as he immobilized the new men that were arriving, skillfully avoiding their bullets while you blasted the rest of them.

“y/n,” Peter muttered as he avoided the bullets. “We need to get out, now!”

“You don’t think I know that?” you yelled at him while throwing another gun to the air and then blasting it before you punched one of the guys in the face.

Peter quickly landed next to you, webbing up one guy that was firing at you non-stop. Webbing his face and pulling it down so he would crash against the floor. You groaned at the bullets but managed to fire back at the other guys. “What are you doing down here!?”

“Let’s go, now!”

You huffed as you quickly stood up, covering Peter who was laying down behind you as he webbed to the floor any of the men that seemed to recover from the hits. You smirked as you saw only ten men missing, knowing exactly the way you could give Kingpin a perfect goodbye.

“Sorry for ruining the party boys, we need a raincheck!” you announced as the smart missiles rapidly appeared on your shoulders and then were fire to specific parts of the structure, near the men. All of them threw themselves at the floor as the missiles exploded quickly, none of them hurt but soon, the whole club was shaking and all the men were running away from the building as one of the pillars of the structure began to show a crack.

“We need to go now!”, you yelled at Peter who quickly, under the shadows, shot a couple of webs to Nugent that had woke-up from your blast as he cursed you out.

“Done!”, Peter said as he took a hold of your hand and you quickly shot the rooftop of the club, causing a hole to appear and flying through it into the sky at maximum speed.

You managed to look back for a second at the street, exactly at the moment to see Kingpin getting out of a black car. The overly large figure appeared on the streets, a choleric expression was drawn on his face as he saw you fly away. He was wearing a black suit. He had a very prominent ring on his finger as his almost square-shape-like eyebrows framed his glaring eyes that felt like could cut you like glass.

You felt like his image and the anger he held inside of him, that you could simply tell by looking in his eyes, would haunt you each time you close your eyes. You felt a shiver as you turned your sight back to Peter who was holding you tight and decided to focus on getting to a safe place.

It didn’t take long for you to get to Stark Tower as you tried to be as silent as possible, knowing that Pepper and Tony could’ve already arrived and wouldn’t be happy to see you in your suit, with multiple scratched of bullets and whatnot. Peter had been holding tightly to you but he hadn’t said a word as you flew through the city. So, when you landed and Peter simply stayed on the floor as you quickly followed him when your suit retracted, it had been quite a peculiar evening.

Suddenly, he had started chuckling without any notice. “I can’t believe we did that!”

You didn’t know what it was with Peter but the way his chocolate eyes light up and squinted a bit when he smiled broadly, always propped a smile to your face. It felt like almost an instinct to smile with him, to laugh with him and you felt your heartwarming as the seconds passed.

“We wrecked the whole club!”, you laughed with him. “And you weren’t even wearing your suit!”

“You were great!”, he replied with excitement in his eyes. “You dealt with more than fifteen guys and left them all on the floor!”

Peter laughed more with you as you both laid on the floor, watching the night sky with a classic chill wind of autumn, slowly getting closer and closer. You could feel the warmth of Peter’s body and felt the itch to hold him, to lay your head on his chest as you had usually done for so many years.

You turned around as you could still see Peter’s smile drawn on his face, your heart clenched as you stood up a bit, gazing back at him with a regretful look on your face. You knew that what you had done wasn’t okay, bring up all drama that should’ve had been left behind long ago.

“I’m sorry I brought all of our …”, you didn’t know if you could even say relationship but in the end, you couldn’t define it. “All of our mess up”

Peter’s smile softened and he turned serious for a second as he stood up with you and quickly grabbed your hand.

“y/n, I’m sorry about what happened and I would do anything to turn back time and-”

You shook his hold off you as you looked down. “But you can’t and let’s just… we can leave it at that. We are just, partners now and it’s for the better”

“y/n, please”, Peter pleaded as you stood up, trying to stop you.

It hurt.

“Look, I’m not saying that we can’t be friends,” you stated as the lump on your throat grew for a bit, hoping that no tears would escape your eyes this time. “But you moved on and so did I”

Peter felt his heartbreaking on his chest, he sometimes wondered if that’s how you had felt that night. He knew that you were being honest and he didn’t know if he liked this kind of honesty, Peter felt confused, and simply hearing you say that there was nothing he could do, broke him.

“I…”, Peter protested but you turned around as you walked into the penthouse.

“Goodnight, Peter”

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author’s note: This was SO hard to write, please let me know if the fighting scene was okay. I hope that you really liked it and I’m really excited for the next chapter since we are now getting more personal with Felicia and developing something with y/n. Moreover, Peter’s also even realising how strong his feelings for y/n so it was so nice to write.

The new sneek peak for the next chapter is going to be on. the masterlist if you want to see what’s coming next!

please please please let me know your thoughts and opinions on this chapter and if you have ANY theories or comments I would love to see them!!! I’m already so happy with the love you have given to the last chapters, I really hope you like it! any feedback is well received and thank you so much!

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Mister Cavill, your dog is kinda fat - Chapter 9

Summary: Veterinarian Olivia Tran has zero time for bullshit. After becoming a mom at age twenty three, the one thing she wants is a good life for her daughter Vanessa. Her ex didn’t want anything to do with her nor the baby and she decided that man are officially banned out of her life. But then she meets Henry Cavill at her clinic and her ban slowly starts to crumble apart. Henry on the other hand is looking for one thing: a family. And when he meets Olivia Tran, he finds just that.

Henry Cavill x Olivia Tran (ofc)

Warnings: None (just that I nearly cried writing this, so yeah...)

Wordcount: 4.6k

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It’s Sunday, November 12th and that means exactly seven years have passed since Vanessa was born. Seven whole years have flown by and I can’t believe my little girl is already seven. I crouch down in front of the picture that stands on the coffee table and I see every single day, but today it has such a different meaning and it nearly makes me want to cry.

Vanessa just turned one on this picture and we are eating the icing of the cake. She only fell face first into the cake and her face is smudged with icing and I’m dying of laughter in the picture.

‘So, all the presents are on the table,’ Henry says. ‘Do you want me to start on the pancakes?’

‘Yeah, sure,’ I say, though I barely registered what he said and with the picture in my hand, I stand up as I stare at the picture.

Henry’s arms snake around my waist and he gives me a kiss on my temple. ‘Are you okay?’

I shrug. ‘It’s just hard to believe that she turns seven already,’ I admit. ‘It seemed like yesterday that I found out I was pregnant with her, that she was born and scared the living shit out of me multiple times, making me completely doubt my parental skills. She shoved a bead up her nose, she fell out of her high chair and had a small concussion and even broke her leg when she fell down the stairs. Besides those accidents, she somehow still grew up to be the girl she is today.’

Henry chuckles. ‘That’s what little girls do, love. They grow up.’

I nod. ‘I know, I know and I want her to grow up, but… I feel like I’m not enjoying each moment enough and I blink with my eyes and she’ll turn sixteen.’

‘I know you are enjoying each moment enough.’

Since Vanessa came home from that sleepover, she really likes it when Henry sleeps over, so we can all cram up in my bed. Kal’s blanket has moved from the couch with us to my bedroom, so he can be there with us too. Sometimes Vanessa secretly ushers him on the bed, when she thinks Henry and I are already asleep. When we wake up the next morning, Henry tells me that we should buy a bigger bed.

Every single time.

‘Shall I start with the pancakes, love?’ Henry asks.

‘Yes, thank you.’

He nods, burying his face in the crook of my neck and pressing tons of kisses there. ‘I love you and I’m happy that we can spend this day together.’

‘Of course,’ I say, as we walk to the kitchen. ‘Why wouldn’t we want to spend it with you, honey?’

‘Well, for six years it has just been the two of you,’ he says, as he grabs the bowl filled with the batter that he already preparedy. He stirs a few times, before he adds: ‘And now I can be part of that too. I mean, we’re going to my parents in the afternoon to celebrate her birthday. It’s still surreal that you want me here, to be honest.’

I can’t help but chuckle and wrap my arms around his hips. ‘Henry, you are part of our little family now,’ I whisper. ‘Get yourself ready, because we are going to spend Christmas together, New Years Eve and all the other good stuff.’

He bites his lip and says: ‘Thank you, Olivia.’

I let him bake the pancakes, but I can’t help but be curious. ‘You really want us to meet your brothers today?’

He nods. ‘I talked to them, all four of them individually and the other day when we were at my parents and told them how they should behave. They can embarrass me, but they have to be nice to the two of you. I don’t want them to scare you away.’ He puts some butter in the pan and as that melts, he continues by saying: ‘They all bought a gift off of the list that Vanessa gave you, so that must go well.’

‘Are you nervous, Henry?’ I ask him. ‘For us meeting your brothers?’

‘Is it that obvious?’ he laughs and I can’t help but let out a chuckle. ‘I’m sorry, it’s just that I brought home girlfriends before, you know and they were always really nice to them, but they embarrassed the living daylights out of me, probably scaring the girlfriends a bit in the process. But I don’t want that to happen today.’

‘I think your parents will be on the look out too,’ I chuckle. The other day we were at his parents’ again and Marianne kept gushing about how she has never seen Henry like he is with us and that she is so happy that we are in their lives now. ‘Marianne and Colin very much like Vanessa and according to Colin, he likes my daughter more than he likes his own sons, so there is not much to worry about, sweetheart. However,’ I say, ‘I do think it’s adorable that you worry this much about us meeting your brothers. It shows us that you really care.’

Henry blushes and lets out a bit of a nervous chuckle. He continues to bake pancakes and when he finished up the last one, I hear tiny footsteps on the stairs, followed by the sound of dog nails hitting the carpet.

‘I’m seven years old, mommy,’ Vanessa yells, as she jumps in my arms.

‘I know, sweetheart. Happy birthday.’ I give her a big kiss and from the looks of it, she is really happy and hyper. ‘You feel like a big girl now?’

‘I do, I do, I do.’ She hugs me tightly and I let out a content sigh, as I press my nose in her hairs. ‘I love you, mommy,’ she says.

‘I love you too,’ I say with a smile. ‘Mommy is really proud of you, you know that?’

She smiles and gives me another kiss. ‘I know,’ she cheekily says and I put her down on the floor. ‘Superman, I’m seven now.’

‘I know, sunshine. You’re getting old.’

‘Not as old as you,’ she retorts and I’m so happy that I am raising a sassy little girl. She jumps in his arms and he kisses her cheek, before he says: ‘Happy birthday, Vanessa.’

‘You are making pancakes?’ she asks, wrapping her arms around his neck.

‘Not just pancakes. I made birthday pancakes, especially for you.’

Vanessa’s eyes grow wider. ‘Really?’

‘Of course,’ he says, nearly scoffing with a chuckle. ‘You only turn seven once and we have to celebrate that with special birthday pancakes. I put some chocolate in it, because I know how much you like that.’

Vanessa looks over her shoulder at me and says: ‘I love this birthday already.’

I lean against the doorway and blink my eyes a little faster. I don’t want to be emotional, but these past weeks have been such a rollercoaster and my feelings are trying to find a new normal again, but it’s not that easy. Especially if you are a professional in bottling up emotions like I am.

We eat our pancakes and I sit across from Vanessa, who sits on Henry’s lap, as he helps her rolling her pancakes. I take dozens of pictures, wanting to have physical evidence of this wonderful moment between them. They are surely getting attached to each other and I continued to think about what would happen if I broke up with Henry.

Would Vanessa still see him?

I forced myself to stop thinking about that, because it only made me sad. I mean, I already can’t imagine a life without Henry.

‘When can I open my presents?’ she asks.

‘When you finished your pancakes,’ I say. ‘After that, we’re going to get dressed go to Henry’s parents.’

‘We’re going to mrs. Marianne and mister Colin again?’ Vanessa claps her hands. ‘Are they going to give me gifts too?’

‘They are, sunshine,’ Henry says. ‘And there are going to be four other guests.’

‘Who?’ she asks, her eyes lighting up already.

‘My brothers.’

She smiles. ‘I like that. Are they going to give me presents?’

I try to hide a laugh, but I fail miserably. The most important things to Vanessa sure are quite something and totally relatable if I’m being honest. ‘They are, sweetheart,’ I say.

‘But, sunshine, I have to tell you something,’ Henry says. ‘If they do something you don’t like, you tell me, my parents or your mommy, okay? This is your birthday and I want you to be happy the entire time, okay?’

‘I can tell them myself,’ Vanessa says.

Henry smiles at her. ‘I know you can,’ he says. ‘But will you promise me that?’

She nods. ‘I promise, Superman.’ She presses her nose against his cheek and says: ‘You really are Superman.’

Henry films as Vanessa opens up all her presents and she is the happiest with the bike Henry and I bought her. It has bears on it and a flag on the back, also with a bear. She sits on it and says: ‘Now I really am a big girl.’

After unpacking the gifts, Vanessa and I go to the bathroom, where we get in the shower cabin and I help her with washing her hairs and getting all freshened up for the day. She keeps on babbling about how happy she is and excited that she is going to see mrs. Marianne and mister Colin again. I wrap her up in a towel after I done that for myself and since I can still carry her, I lift her up in my arms as we walk to the bedroom. ‘You go warm up in my bed, as I get dressed,’ I tell her, handing her my phone so she can play a game on it.

I decide to wear a black casual dress today, since I know that Vanessa always loves it when I wear dresses on her birthday. I slip on the Doctor Martens, tie them up and walk over to the big mirror that I have on the closet. I grab some hair products and comb my fingers through my hair.

Henry enters the bedroom and smiles when he looks at me. ‘Birthday girl,’ he says to Vanessa. ‘Did you tell your mom to wear this dress?’ He runs a hand through his slight out of control curls.

Vanessa nods. ‘Mommy has to wear dresses on my birthday, because I like that.’

He gives her a thumbs up, causing me to roll my eyes. ‘Did you pick this one out?’

She nods again. ‘And when I grow up, I want to wear that dress.’

‘You have excellent taste, sunshine.’ He walks over to me, gives me a kiss and says that he is going to take a shower now.

‘Henry, you have to wear something colorful,’ Vanessa says, before he can walk out of the room.

Henry leans against the wall and asks: ‘Like what?’

‘A pink shirt.’

He cocks an eyebrow. ‘I have to check my wardrobe to see if I have a pink shirt. How about before we go to my parents, we stop by at my house?’

‘Can I pick something out?’ she says, her face lighting up already. ‘Pretty please?’

I already know that he us unable to say no to Vanessa. ‘Of course you can.’ He chuckles and looks at me again. ‘You look really beautiful, love,’ he says to me.

‘Thank you.’ I don’t want to blush, but I feel my face heat up.

Henry sends me a wink, before he walks out of the room. After I’m done with my make-up and hair, I turn around and ask Vanessa: ‘You want to wear that pink dress with the bears on it, sweetheart?’

≫≫≪≪

‘Mommy, why is Henry nervous?’ Vanessa asks. We just stopped by Henry’s place, hoping to find something pink, but we came to the conclusion that he doesn’t have anything pink. After going through his closet at least three times, she found a baby blue sweater instead and it looks beautiful on him. It hugs his tight arms and I have my hand wrapped around the bulk of muscles.

We are on our way to his parents house, but he keeps drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and he hums. Now, he usually hums when we’re not really talking in the car, usually in a light tone, causing Vanessa to recognize the song, but today it’s in a nervous tone.

‘Because he is scared that his brothers will embarrass him.’

‘Why?’ Vanessa asks.

I turn around in my seat and say: ‘Because siblings tend to embarrass each other and Henry knows that when we are there to meet them, they will say and do stuff, hoping to get a sort of a reaction out of him.’

‘Isn’t that bullying?’

I shake my head. ‘No, because they are siblings, it’s more like teasing. Like when you want a cookie and I hold the jar over your head…. It’s not necessarily bullying, but I’m teasing you a bit, right?’

She nods. ‘But if Henry doesn’t like it, he should say it to his mother.’

Vanessa is adorable.

‘And otherwise he should tell me. I can tell his brothers they shouldn’t be mean to him. I mean, Henry told me that I should tell him if they do something I don’t like, right?’

‘Very good, sunshine,’ he says with an adoring smile as he looks in his rearview mirror.

We get out of the car, Vanessa holding her Kal’s leash in her hand as she frisks towards the already open front door. ‘Mrs. Marianne!’ she yells, Kal following her close by. For a second I’m afraid Vanessa is going to jump in her arms, but she doesn’t—thankfully—and wraps her arms around her waist. ‘It’s my birthday today.’

‘I know, doll,’ Marianne says. ‘And happy birthday to you. I bought a nice birthday cake for you.’

‘For me?’ Vanessa looks over her shoulder and holds my hand. ‘Mommy, mrs. Marianne bought a birthday cake for me.’

‘No way,’ I say, ‘that is so thoughtful of her.’

Marianne pulls me in a hug. ‘She looks so beautiful,’ she whispers, ‘as do you.’

‘Thank you.’

After she hugged her son too, we all walk into the house and the fact that Vanessa completely ignores the four insanely tall Cavill men, to go and hug mr. Colin, says something about their bond. ‘I missed you,’ she says.

‘I missed the birthday girl too,’ he laughs and from the looks of it, he begins to tell her the newest jokes he looked up, because she bursts into a fit of giggles after a few seconds already.

‘Olivia, these are my brothers,’ Henry says, placing a hand on the small of my back. I don’t know if he does that because he feels like he needs to support me or the other way around. ‘Simon, Charlie, Niki and Piers.’

I am amazed by the Cavill genetics. ‘Wow,’ is the first thing that leaves my lips and I nearly want to throw myself out of a window. ‘I’m sorry, that was creepy.’

All of his brothers start to laugh and I shake their hands to introduce myself, with my cheeks in a full on blush. ‘Nice to meet you, guys.’

‘No, no, no, it’s nice to meet you, Olivia,’ Piers says.

Niki nods. ‘We couldn’t wait to meet the woman that has our Henry all blushy and giggly.’

‘And just wondering, but why him?’ Charlie says. ‘I mean, sure, he is handsome, but have you seen the rest of us?’

Simon holds back a laugh and says: ‘Guys, look at that clenched fist. This man is about to throw in some punches.’

I look up and see not only his fist is clenched, but also his jaw. He is really working himself up and I nearly feel sorry for him. To cut Henry some slack, I say to Vanessa: ‘Sweetheart, come over and meet Henry’s brothers.’

She walks over and stands in front of me and I watch as all of his brothers crouch down, so they don’t seem that intimidating to my daughter.

I already love them.

Vanessa looks up, ignoring them a bit and asks: ‘Have they been mean to Henry already?’

‘No, sunshine, they haven’t,’ Henry says with a smile on his face.

‘So, I can be nice to them?’

I can see the looks on his brothers faces, already melting at the sight of my daughter being quite protective over my boyfriend. ‘Yes, sweetheart, you can be nice to them.’

Vanessa looks at Piers and holds out her hand. ‘My name is Vanessa Tran,’ she says.

‘Nice to meet you, Vanessa and happy birthday.’

She smiles. ‘I’m seven now.’

‘So I heard.’

All of Henry’s brothers seem to be impressed with Vanessa and when she reaches Charlie, he jokingly asks: ‘What does your mom see in Henry anyways? Do you know?’

Vanessa rolls her eyes like the sassy little thing she is. ‘Because he is Superman, of course.’

‘Yeah, I can’t compete with that,’ Charlie admits.

‘You want to see the gifts we bought you?’ Simon suggests and she nods. She holds onto Charlie’s hand and I watch them go to the living room.

‘That wasn’t so bad, was it?’ I ask Henry.

‘No, it wasn’t.’ He lets out a big sigh and says: ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

He smiles and holds my hand, as we go to the living room as well. Vanessa is sitting on Marianne’s lap, as she unwraps the other gifts. She is happy every single time, no matter what she gets. She asks whose gift it is, so she can hug the specific person as a thank you.

It doesn’t take a genius to see that Vanessa has wrapped the entire Cavill household around her finger.

While I watch them all interact with my daughter, I can’t help but notice the light in Vanessa’s eyes. I know she accepted that she didn’t have a large family and she told me that she was happy that she had me, but I knew that deep down she wanted to have a dad, grandparents and aunts or uncles. I mean, sure, she has Belle and she loves Belle with all her heart, but this is different.

This is one whole family that fell in love with her and she knows it.

‘Mommy, look, a coloring book filled with bears,’ she chuckles, as she walks over to me.

I pull her on my lap and wrap my arm around her waist. ‘So pretty,’ I say to her. ‘Did you say thank you?’

She nods. ‘I’m really happy.’

‘I know you are.’

‘Is this our new family?’ she asks, loud enough for the others to hear her. ‘Because I like them a lot.’

Don’t you dare start crying now, Olivia Tran. I look over at Henry, who sits next to me on a chair. He slides his arm from the back of the chair on my shoulders, giving me a little bit of comfort. ‘You should ask them.’

She looks at the Cavill family and asks: ‘Are you my new family?’

They unanimously start to nod. ‘We are, doll,’ Marianne says, her voice cracking a bit.

Vanessa turns around in my lap, so she can look at Henry as well. She ushers him closer and asks him: ‘Do they mean it?’

‘They do, sunshine.’ He places his hand on her leg and says: ‘We are all very happy that both you and your mom are part of our family now.’

‘I loved all the presents I got,’ she says, ‘but having a family is the best present I could ask for. Who do I say thank you to for that, mommy?’

I’m unable to answer something, as all sorts of things run through my mind. Have I finally given her everything I simply can? Is the life that I wanted for my daughter, finally happening? I simply press a kiss on her cheek and hear Henry say: ‘You should thank your mom for that.’

Vanessa tilts her head. ‘Why?’

‘Because your mom allowed me in your life,’ he says, ‘and because of that you not only got me, but also got the rest of them.’

Vanessa looks at me and says: ‘Thank you, mommy. For finding the best family for me.’

≫≫≪≪

The entire day I hold my tears back, but when I watch the Cavill men, including Kal run around in the backyard, throwing around a ball with Vanessa, I can’t help but let out a shaky breath.

This is all I ever wanted for my little girl. I wanted her to have a big loving family and now on her seventh birthday, she has that.

After she thanked me for finding the best family for her, I could barely look at someone else anymore. Henry knew something was up, but he couldn’t get it out of me.

I sit on the porch with Marianne. ‘I’m just going to say it once again,’ Marianne says. ‘You have raised an extraordinary girl and the both of you made my son a very happy man.’

I chuckle, as I watch Henry picking up Vanessa and as an answer, she pushes her nose against his cheek, before she bursts out in giggles. ‘Well, he makes me very happy too,’ I say.

Marianne places a hand on my knee and says: ‘From one mother to another, it’s always hard when you think you’re not giving your kids what they deserve, but you are doing an excellent job.’

I blink away some tears. ‘It’s just that… I always feel so guilty when I think about Vanessa and how desperately she wants to have a family, and I’m not able to give her that, but… I never knew how much I missed having a family around me, who cares about me like you all do. I think I forgot how it felt to be welcomed like I am here.’

Marianne nods. ‘Always remember: you don’t have to do it alone anymore. You are welcome here in our entire family and we would love to help you out.’

‘Thank you.’

‘They might make fun of Henry,’ she continues, ‘but his brothers know how happy he is with you. Piers just told me that he never seen Henry like this. Charlie said that you are by far the greatest woman he has ever met and both Simon and Niki are impressed by the way you raised your daughter. You two are truly to best that could ever happen to Henry, but also to us.’

I clear my throat and I stare at Henry, who holds Vanessa above his head, so she can throw the ball through the hoop. ‘Excuse me,’ I say, as I stand up and walk inside the house. I don’t know where I end, but somewhere where people can’t see me from outside.

I bury my face in my hands, as I let out a small sob, followed by many more. I shouldn’t be sad, I should be grateful. I am welcomed in a family with both arms wide open. But it all hits extra hard today. My little girl turned seven today. My boyfriend brought me to his family. Vanessa thanked me for finding her a new family.

‘Is everything alright, love?’ I hear Henry ask me.

I look up, wiping my tears away, but I can’t stop crying. Henry walks over to me and pulls me in a tight and safe hug. ‘It’s nothing,’ I whisper.

‘Don’t,’ he says. ‘Don’t do that. You can tell me what’s wrong.’

‘I’m just a bit emotional, that’s all,’ I say.

Henry gives me a kiss on my forehead and says: ‘Come with me for a second.’ He holds onto my hand, as I follow him through the house. We walk into a bedroom that is obviously his old one and I can’t help but smile, seeing the light blue walls and how neatly it’s all cleaned. We plop on his bed and he pulls me on his lap. ‘Tell me what is going on inside your head, sweetheart.’

‘I think it’s a combination,’ I whisper, looking at my hands. ‘First Vanessa turns seven, then not only does she gain a whole family, but I do too. Every year on her birthday, I kind of wish that we get a card from my family, or a text, you know. Now your brothers bought a lot of Vanessa’s birthday wish list, without ever meeting her.’

Henry pulls me closer to his body. ‘You deserve it,’ he says. ‘Both you and Vanessa. My family loves you, Olivia. Niki and Charlie are already trying to persuade me into bringing you two to our Christmas dinner. I actually think they love you two more than they love me.’

I chuckle, as I roll my eyes.

‘And I have to thank you too,’ he says. ‘Vanessa thanked you for finding her a family, but I have to thank you for allowing me in your own little family. You made me the happiest man on earth.’

I look at him again, wrap my arms around his neck and press a kiss on his cheek. ‘God, I love you like crazy,’ I whisper to him.

‘I love you too.’ His fingers play with the hem of my dress, before he slides his hand underneath the thin fabric. ‘You have to go to work tomorrow?’

‘I don’t actually,’ I say with a smile. I raise an eyebrow. ‘Why?’

‘It’s good to know when I can show you how much I love you.’ He buries his face in the crook of my neck and presses a wet kiss on the sensitive skin. ‘Maybe we should head back again,’ he says, even though we both want something else. It was thrilling to have sex under your parents roof when you were sixteen, but it’s not so cute and daring anymore once you’re nearing thirty and you have a kid.

We walk back downstairs and when we are back in the living room again, Vanessa rushes towards us. ‘Mommy, why are your eyes red? Did you cry?’

Great job, sweetheart, if you can repeat that once again, only louder this time, maybe the neighbors can hear it too. All the Cavills look at me and I clear my throat, feeling a bit self conscious now. ‘I was a little, but they were happy tears.’

Vanessa nods. ‘Henry, do you cry happy tears?’

He lifts her up when she is close enough and says: ‘Sometimes.’

‘When was the last time?’

‘A while ago,’ he says. ‘It was when you gave me that drawing,’ he says. ‘I cried a little bit when I was alone at my place again, because I finally knew for sure that you liked me.’

She chuckles. ‘Silly Henry, I don’t just like you. I love you a lot.’

There is an audible gasp in the living room and I know that I was part of that gasp, but from the looks of it, Marianne took part in it as well. Henry is at a loss for words, but his eyes do fill up with tears.

‘Are those happy tears?’ she asks him, tilting her head.

‘They certainly are, sunshine,’ Henry says, as he wraps an arm around my shoulders too. ‘And you know what’s such a coincidence? I love you a lot too.’ He presses his nose against her cheek. She holds his face in her tiny hands and rubs her nose against his, a little eskimo kiss. ‘I’m never letting you or your mom go,’ he says to her.

Vanessa chuckles. ‘Well, I wasn’t going to let you go,’ she tells him. ‘Because you make my mommy happy and when she’s happy, I am too.’

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