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seventeenlovesthree · 7 months

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@izumikoushiroweek: Day 2 - What are your Koushirou headcanons?

I probably have way too many headcanons for him to count, so I thought I'd be talking about 12, relating to each of the other Chosen Children and his Digimon partner.

Tentomon: As implied in this art, Tentomon has to remind Koushirou to not only use his PC set-up for work at times, but to get in touch with the outside world as well, including calling his parents. They maintain having a very loving bond and Koushirou actually enjoys talking to his family, even if he has that tendency to get lost in Chosen Children duty, thus pulling way too many allnighters in his office. Tentomon helps practicing to "talk about feelings" and such and since he was always integrated in almost all of Koushirou's activities as emotional support or "personal assistant" (aside from occasionally getting back into the server realm or Digital World to "recharge"), their bond has never vanished. (Practicing also includes hugs. Tentomon loves them dearly. Koushirou does too.)

Taichi: I probably have a million different headcanons when it comes to their bond, but I think one of the things I am particularly fond of is the idea that Taichi easily picked up on Koushirou's quirks and habits over the years - and that's why he notices stuff others don't realize that quickly. He is very particular about what exact brands of oolong tea Koushirou likes, that he cannot stand coffee or doesn't take alcohol very well. They also have tons of insiders and catchphrases other people just give them weird looks over. They're basically on each other's speed dial, especially considering they're working together as adults. And, last but not least, I think Taichi would be the very first human friend who learns about Koushirou's adoption history, being incredibly supportive about it. (One time, Yuuko probably said something along the lines of "If I could, I would already have adopted Koushirou-kun into our family" and Taichi almost flipped because of the wording, but Koushirou told him it was fine, since he knew she meant it well. They both get along with each other's moms very well by the way.)

Yamato: After they returned from the Digital World for the first time, Yamato actually fulfilled his (PSP game only) promise and showed Koushirou how to cook a few easy recipes (besides how to boil the perfect egg). While Koushirou will probably never be a master cook and prefers stuff that is easy to make/get and eat - and while working -, food is actually something they occasionally bond over. They may not be as passionate about it as Mimi and Daisuke, but they'd absolutely surprise the others with their very own curry creations.

Sora: I've probably mentioned this a million times already, but in my mind, they're destined to become "fashion (and texting) buddies". Takeru - as well as Mimi or Miyako - may be a hundred times more comfortable in being experimental, but these two definitely have to figure themselves out first and foremost, breaking some gender stereotypes in the meantime and would 100% be there for each other (while moping and bonding over Taichi's and Yamato's antics). Let Sora help Koushirou to find his own personal wardrobe while he would support her in getting her designs going digitally - once the time is right.

Mimi: Since Mimi slowly but steadily becomes more acquainted with technology through the years, it shouldn't be surprising that they're becoming "calling buddies". Mimi always preferred calling over typing and since Koushirou is helping her to set up her online business, they also end up chatting for hours without end about literally everything - and they absolutely suck at ending their calls. Mimi keeps telling Koushirou to rest, but she's terrible at just saying "Bye then!". Time zone differences make this even more of an issue and it often happens that one of them just falls asleep while the other rambles.

Jyou: Gomamon and Tentomon forced them to become "coffee shop buddies". I'm not kidding. They were so fed up with them burying themselves in uni/regular work that they ended up making them have "Go outside for a change, let's grab something to eat!!!" meetings once a month (at minimum, since Gomamon was done with cooking and wanted to get treats too and Tentomon loved the idea; occasionally they pull Sora and/or Taichi with them too). Since Jyou never felt intimidated by Koushirou's intellect but knows his struggles with "keeping his mental health together", they have an easy time blowing off some steam.

Takeru: Koushirou and Takeru actually grew closer with each other during "transition years" between middle and high school. With Taichi, Yamato and Sora facing high school entrance exams and eventually leaving middle school, Koushirou was more likely to spend time after school with "the 02 squad" for a while (and the two of them and Hikari would definitely have study sessions together at this point in time). Takeru is also among those who's more skilled with computers, which is why he's easily third admin of the Chosen Children network (with Miyako being second), but also likes to ask Koushirou for advice - who happily rambles along (and they're also "meme buddies", sending each other random stuff in the middle of the night they came across and thought the other would find interesting). Takeru will also be among the first who gets to hear about his adoption history in more detail and he'll absolutely feel more attached to Koushirou because of it.

Hikari: Aside from me being convinced that he is archiving all the photos she's been taking in the Digital World for years (while also helping her to set up her own digital photobooks), one of my favourite headcanons is that Hikari's the main reason why Koushirou turned out to be "a cat person"; he has been around the Yagami residence way too many times in his life and probably thought he couldn't really "get along" with cats in general. But Miko, after having been reluctant at first, warmed up to him rather quickly after Hikari kept her around in the same room as them. So the cat would just end up resting next to him while he was typing away on his laptop. (Sometimes he watches Tentomon curling into a ball when falling asleep next to him and Koushirou cannot help but feel reminded of a cat as well and he finds it adorable.)

Daisuke: Despite Ken being the closest person to him overall, Daisuke has had a hard time talking to Koushirou for YEARS, still having a tendency of wanting to appear extra smart in front of him. It was a lot easier when Taichi, Ken or Mimi were around, he could talk normally then, but even worse when Takeru was there too, because he felt double-intimidated. Koushirou noted that behaviour, didn't get it though, so Taichi had to explain it to him in a sense of "Imagine being the new kid in football club that thinks he can't kick a ball if the ace striker is watching him", to which Koushirou just nodded. They absolutely met for a football match a few days later - and that's how Koushirou ended up in goal, Daisuke, who scored numerous goals against him, started to act a lot less tense afterwards.

Ken: Imagining a scenario in which Menoa gets redeemed (and maybe after they find a way to get their partners back), I could see Koushirou and Ken being very keen to make her realize that she should also rather invest her intellect in improving the infrastructure between the worlds instead of harbouring feelings of vengeance and bitterness... They're all smart muffins with bug babies after all. (And Koushirou would definitely be interested in figuring out why both Ken and Menoa were so prone to "getting corrupted" while he himself was mostly spared... They're not exactly prone to trauma dumping, Ken in particular struggles with it a lot, but that's another case of "once he knows Koushirou's back story, it gets easier to open up.")

Miyako: Miyako pretends that she's bothered by Chosen Children Network duty a lot, and it maaaay be a bit bothersome at times, but the truth is that she felt intimidated by all the effort Koushirou put into it. Aside from Iori, she always looked up to him as senpai the most and didn't want to appear incapable in comparison. If Koushirou didn't know he could entrust it to her, he would have given it to Takeru first, but despite her spunky, sometimes unpredictable nature, he trusted in her judgement and communicative skills from the start without a doubt.

Iori: By the start of his uni life, Iori really values the privacy of Koushirou's office to use it as study space - especially because he's getting resources there for law school he wouldn't easily get access to without spending horrendous amounts of money. And because they just enjoy each other's company, being a lot more grounded than the rest of their friends. Just like in middle school, they end up having study sessions, often joined by Takeru, but also occasionally by Ken, going through several of their study subjects - sometimes they even go for outside activities (because Koushirou is most likely not used to those anymore and needs to keep up on physical training too - when they get the opportunity, they take Jyou with them too).

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treewithabark · 4 months

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Just an unnecessarily long post about dog gear I want- scroll by if you don’t want my ramble

So in feb I’m gonna have a treat yo self month because it be my birthday, and I may have a lil extra spending money from working a bunch of overtime during Christmas (I am knackered but I needed the cash and work needed my assistance)

And seeing as no-one likes buying me dog gear as Christmas/birthday gifts I’m gonna buy myself these nice things.

I wanna get Juno a lovely leather collar, nefjas person sent me a link to a German company who make elk leather collars in a martingale style??? Absolute perfection. I’ve been a sucker for martingales for a couple of years now and am reluctant to turn back.

What a delectable collar. So chic. So stylish. Fancy collar for my non-fancy mutt to strut about the town with (no flooded field walks for that collar)

Gonna pair it with a brand new cute dog tag because Juno currently wears Hana’s old one. I think after a year she’s earned her own tag, don’t you think?

Lookit!!! So cute!! It’s not Juniper tree but it’s close enough (don’t tell my partner, the tree surgeon, I said that). Would look so good with the collar.

And since my mendota lead is looking real ropey (haha, because it’s a rope?) I’m gonna treat myself to a new one. It’s served me so well but I did not look after it. Now it smells and is fraying and the leather by the clasp is loose. It just looks a mess. Love my mendota lead, don’t love that I’ve destroyed it. I did dabble with the idea of an adjustable lead but they’re all flat and I’m sorry but round leads are superior. I’m not ready to go back to flat. Mendota so comfy, mendota so röund, medota have goldish clasp to match tag and collar ring.

But do I stop the spending there?? I’ve been gagging for a ruffwear backpack but my lord £100 for a backpack??? I know it’s quality, built to last, and most importantly designed to minimise injury but it’s a rather frivolous spend.

My reasoning is that added weight to some walks may help reduce some pulling, she’s so much better but still gets excitable. It can be useful if we wanna go on longer hikes once my partner and I have time to do some weekends away. Carrying water etc. I really want to do a camping getaway at some point and having her carry her own food is adorable and practical. But also it could be useful on days where we want or need to be a bit lazier. Dog needs exercising but we’re burned out/ill? Cool, mile and a half sniffy walk with lightly packed backpack. If I wanna tire her out because we have plans and need her nice and calm? Boom, backpack walk.

Also, backpack cute. Backpack could have patches. Backpack bring joy to look at. Backpack make chronically ill days much easier.

Backpack.

Oh there’s also an adorable martingale collar on Etsy that I want. An unnecessary purchase but I so rarely find a martingale I really really like (I’m picky okay)

But there are things that I could spend my money on that is (arguably) needed more. Waterproof longline, new treat pouch, new walking boots because mine are leaky, dog toys that serve a purpose more than “it squeaks and can be thrown”. I also need a haircut and new prescription glasses but it’s more fulfilling to spend money on the dog.

GAH! Maybe I’ll win the lottery on Friday and I can buy it all. But until then I gotta budget and make informed purchases.

Anyway I just wanted to rant to the void because I usually do all this in my head but I wanna get more active on tumblr and sometimes airing these thoughts helps make decisions. And if you suddenly see me posting Juno in 4k completely decked out in new gear in the mountains? I’ve won the lottery, quit work to travel with dog that has a whole new wardrobe, captured on a top of the line point and shoot 😂

#so many things so little money #but also my February paycheque lines up perfectly with rent #long story short the way the dates line up I don’t have to use any of my feb pay to pay rent #a rare but very welcome occurrence #I’m so used to being broke but I can allocate myself a lil bit of spending money to get at least the top three things #but the backpack would be completely frivolous #i do have an Amazon voucher from my mother for Christmas and I could use it to cover some of the cost if I order through there #she doesn’t have to know that I still used Christmas money on dog things #and at this point I’m sure she knows I do it

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robert-sims · 2 months

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Embrace Effortless Elegance: Shy Velvet Women’s Summer Dress Review

Introduction:

Shy Velvet is a women’s clothing store that only sells on Amazon. It is mainly skirts, which are both girly and sexy, and are deeply loved by young women. Moreover, it also has a certain popularity on social media, and many consumers promote the brand.

Hot Product

Shy Velvet Women’s Summer Dress Square Neck Short Sleeves Crossover Waist Casual Party Mini Dress

Material: 100% Cotton, this summer dress is made of soft contton fabric, which is lightweight and breathable, sweat-resistant and no irritation, soft, and comfortable to wear.

Design: Flared mini sleeve, Square Neck, Shirred back,Tiered detailing on skirt . A-line design, Mini dress, Short sleeves dress, skater dress, party dress, casual dress.you can get two totally diffetent looks,If you prefer a more sexy look, you can wear it as an off-the-shoulder dress.

Sweet and effortless, features a sweetheart neckline and exaggerated sleeves with cutout detailing at the bodice for added shape.Tiered silhouette/Smocked crossover waistband/Low back design/Pull-on style

Formal/Casual Occasions: Semi-formal Mini Dress perfect for any occasion in all seasons,casual daily,business work wear;club,cocktail,evening,shopping,camping,vacation,beach,leisure wear; pool party,wedding guest,dates, graduation dress wear. Ideal and awesome gift for women!

Wash recommended with cold water/Do not bleach/Hang or line dry/Separate from other clothes to avoid dyeing.

A Review Of Shy Velvet

I totally get the hype around this dress as I’ve had an eye on it for a while. I finally purchased it for my upcoming trip to Hawaii and it’s just not for me. I will say the material feels better than I expected (it’s not see through) and the color was just as described, but the style itself just isn’t flattering for me. I’m 5’3” around 190 (still postpartum from my second baby) 36D and athletic with wider shoulders/arms. I usually wear L/XL and ordered the XL. The square neck was okay, the length was okay but my whole back was out in the open. Even if I size down I fear I might still just look like a linebacker, so unfortunately this dress is going back.

Very well done copy of another dress. The fabric has a great weight and looks like a good cotton/linen blend. Comes in so many colors (we ended up ordering several.) Easy to steam, fits true to size and overall a home run dress. Arrived quicker than expected.

Customer Q&As

Q: Does it shrink?

A: It’s 100% cotton it will shrink

Q: what kind of bra does everyone wear with this dress?

A: I wear a strapless bra just because, the back of the dress has enough coverage to hide it

Q: what kind of bra does everyone wear with this dress?

A: I wear a strapless bra just because, the back of the dress has enough coverage to hide it

In conclusion, the Shy Velvet Women’s Summer Dress is more than just a dress – it’s a statement of effortless elegance and timeless style. Elevate your summer wardrobe with this chic and versatile piece today!

#Shy Velvet

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stirlingsports · 1 year

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Gym Wear: Getting Ready For Winter

Winter is here, and you're probably thinking about getting a new wardrobe. If you're going to be exercising outdoors, the right Gym Wear can make all the difference in keeping warm and staying safe. Here are my top tips for choosing Gym Wear that's perfect for winter:

Always Look for Clothes with Wicking Technology

If you're going to the gym, you need to be comfortable. But if you have clothes that make you feel uncomfortable, it can distract from your workout and make it harder for you to focus on what needs to be done.

Wicking technology is a type of material that helps keep moisture away from your skin by pulling it through the fibres of the clothing and onto its surface (or into another material). This will help keep you dry and cooler while working out, which makes a big difference when trying to get through an intense routine!

Simply put: if there's one thing worth considering when choosing Gym Wear this winter, it's wicking technology.

Safety First

Safety is paramount when working out in the winter. The first thing you should consider when choosing Gym Wear is safety goggles or glasses, shoe covers and gloves. These are all essential to keeping your face and hands from frostbite as well as preventing slips on the ice.

Consider The Climate Where You're Exercising

If you're exercising outside, it's important to consider the weather. The right clothing will help protect you against wind and rain, as well as keep you warm when the temperature drops.

If you're exercising inside, it's important to consider the temperature of your gym or training room. Your workout clothes should keep you warm enough so that a chill doesn't slow down your performance during your workout routine.

If you're exercising in an environment with high humidity (such as near water), it's important to choose clothing that will wick away sweat without causing discomfort or irritation by absorbing moisture into its fibres.

Choose A Fabric That's Comfortable

The second thing you should do is choose the right fabric. Cotton and synthetic fabrics are both good choices, but each is better suited to different activities. For example, wool is a popular material for winter jackets because it's warm but less likely to retain moisture from perspiration or snow than other fibres.

However, it can also be quite itchy and difficult to maintain: you'll need to wash your wool jacket regularly in order for it not to smell like a wet dog! Other fabrics—especially those made from cotton blends—are often more breathable and therefore more comfortable than an all-synthetic garment if you're looking for a one-size-fits-all option, then these may be better choices than 100% wool items such as sweaters or sweatshirts.

Conclusion

By following the above tips, you can make sure that you're always dressed for the weather and have plenty of options for what to wear when exercising. You'll be able to get in the best shape of your life this winter with just a little bit of preparation!

Source: https://stirlingsports.fashion.blog/2022/12/01/gym-wear-getting-ready-for-winter/

#shopping #clothing #gymwear

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scarymonsters2222 · 2 years

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I was a professional thief for years. This is what made me stop.

Series

Part two

For years I was a full-time thief.

Being a thief isn't as glamorous or dangerous as Hollywood makes it out to be. I wasn't a big time thief. I wasn't tied to any criminal organizations. I didn't execute elaborate diamond heists or rob banks. I was a house burglar. A typical day's work would net me on average between two or three grand. On good days, I'd make more -- closer to six or seven grand -- and my record is about 100 grand.

Most people who break into houses get caught. But I was smarter about it. I planned carefully, and knew which targets to pick. I also had a friend in one of the biggest home security companies in the country -- that helped a lot. To be honest, I could've made more money working a 9-5. I was college educated after all. But I chose a different path.

I won't go into too much detail describing how I became a thief. It started as a temporary solution to a run of bad luck, a gambling addiction, and desperation. And once I started, it was just too easy to stop. But why I started isn't important. What's important is why I stopped.

It was a Friday night, and I was on my way to a job. I'd been tipped off by my security buddy, Rich. Rich was the only person who knew about my profession, and the only person who ever helped. He tipped me off, helped me get through alarms, and I gave him 20% of every score. As usual before a job, I called him to confirm we were good to go.

"So, it's on Bradford Court, right? End of the cul-de-sac?"

"That's the one," Rich's voice crackled into my ear from my cell phone. "The guy's on a business trip overseas. Think he's an accountant for some large firm or something. Shouldn't be back for a week. Lives alone, no pets."

"Perfect. He only has the basic security package, right?"

"Correct. Just use the key I gave you. Alarm will go off for a second. Just enter 9447 to disarm. Enter the code again on your way out to re-arm the system."

"Alright," I replied. "I'll call if anything comes up."

We were in business.

My GPS piped up suddenly, letting me know I needed to turn left at the next stop sign. I was in the neighborhood now. Typical upper middle-class suburbia. Neat lawns, the occasional basketball hoop in the driveway, mid-level cars and vans parked here and there. These neighborhoods were my favorite. Too rich, and the neighbors are all paranoid, have much nicer alarm systems, and constantly check on each other. Too poor and you have to worry about homeowner dogs and police cruisers driving by. You want the kind of neighborhood where people mind their own business.

I pulled up to the house a little after midnight. No neighbors were out. I walked up the driveway to the front door, pulled out the key Rich had provided, and opened it. The alarm went off, and I quickly entered the code, disabling it. I then got to work, heading to the dining room, the first room on the right.

"Nice," I whispered to myself, as I found an impressive set of antique sterling silverware displayed neatly on the credenza. There had to be nearly 100 pieces. I checked the back of one of the ladles -- GORHAM - STERLING it read. Jackpot. I carefully packed the $2000 case of silverware into my bag, and continued into the next room, which appeared to be the master bedroom.

The master bedroom was interesting. It was fairly plain, and looked much like a bachelor's room. The sleak, low bedframe with black sheets matched the wide dresser with recessed handles. "Probably from IKEA," I thought. I started digging through the dresser.

Nothing. Some middle-of-the-road designer menswear, but nothing special. Most people don't know that certain clothes can actually be worth quite a lot, secondhand. Banana Republic, EXPRESS, or Nordstrom? Forget about it. But if you find anything with Hermes, Brioni, Ralph Lauren Purple Label, or Armani on it, it can be worth some serious dough. Not yet giving up, I closed the dresser drawers and continued snooping.

In the wardrobe, something caught my eye. A firesafe. Sweet.

You see, unless you purchase a big, heavy, expensive safe, and get it bolted to the floor, people like me can probably get into it. If not, we just take it home. This was a cheaper Sentry model. Easy as pie. All I had to do was slam it on the ground at the right angle, and it'd open no problem. Luckily the neighbor's houses weren't too close, so I decided to take a crack at it.

It broke open on the second try, and I immediately saw dollar signs. Jewelry. This little safe was packed with jewelry. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rings, the whole nine. I picked up a couple and checked them. 18K. 14K. Lot's of K's. Sweet. There had to be at least 5 grand in gold weight alone in here. I was ecstatic. Most little firesafes are either full of important documents, or just empty. It was rare to find this much loot inside one.

It did strike me as odd, however, that this apparent bachelor had so much women's jewelry. "Whatever," I thought. Maybe they were family heirlooms.

As I continued searching the house, I found little more of interest. A nice watch. Some killer hi-fi speakers that were too big to carry out. I also found a Macbook Pro. Sounds exciting, but in my world they're small change. Hard to sell for what they're worth. I part them out usually. Not worth risking selling them whole on craigslist or eBay. Serial numbers can be traced too easily. But no one worries about a battery or logic board being stolen when shopping on the web.

Satisfied with the jewelry and silverware scores, I should've just left. But, let's be honest. I'm a thief. I let my greed get the best of me. Like a gambler who wins a slot jackpot and heads straight to the blackjack table, I headed straight to the only place I hadn't checked yet; the basement.

I descended gracefully down the creaky wooden stairs into an unfinished cellar. Strange that the upstairs was so tidy and neat. This place was the total opposite. Cobwebs all over the exposed ceiling, and unmarked boxes littered everywhere, mingling with old tools, appliances, and workout equipment.

Most thieves would shrug and leave after a quick look around, but I'm smarter than that. I've had some of my greatest finds in old boxes. Antique paintings, vintage tools (worth more than they look), computer parts. One time I even found a massive coin collection. I made about 4 grand from the coins alone that day. Anyway, I decided to start digging.

The first box I rummaged through was nothing special. Old family photos, some scrapbooks, awards, certificates, and the like. The second was filled with dusty winter clothes. Two down, a lot more to go.

The third box I opened up was confusing. It was full of young women's clothes. Panties, skirts, dresses, a few purses. None appeared to be the same size. Either this guy was a perve, or a serious lady's man.

As I continued the search, I found more and more boxes of women's clothing. What was this guy's deal? I was starting to get a little creeped out, and considered calling Rich to see if he knew any more about this guy, but decided to keep going.

The next box only made the feeling worse. Driver's licenses, wallets, purses. All female. Lots of them. Why the fuck did this guy have this stuff? It didn't make any sense.

Until I opened the next box. Then it started to make sense. Bloody clothes. Bloody rags. Locks of hair in all different colors and lengths. Shit. This guy was probably a murderer. Either that, or he had some strange kinks, I told myself. But fuck, all of this? Was I unknowingly in some kind of serial killer's lair?

I stopped searching and started to panic. This was real. The blood was real. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't call the cops, for obvious reasons. Or maybe I could, and just do it anonymously. They wouldn't tie me to any of this, would they? I'd been careful, just like I always was. Gloves. Beanie. Throwaway thrift store boots. Shit.

I tried to calm myself down. "There's got to be an explanation for this," I told myself, but it didn't help much. I went further into the basement, looking for evidence that this guy wasn't a murderer. Maybe he does have a weird fetish. Maybe the blood isn't from murdered victims.

As I continued to try to convince myself, I noticed it. In the far corner. A door. With a deadbolt on the outside.

With a terrible feeling in my gut, I unlocked the door and opened it slowly. Nothing could prepare me for what I saw next.

Behind the door was a small room. In the room was a dentist's chair -- a legit dentist's chair -- and next to it was a metal table. On the metal table were handcuffs, knives, and surgical instruments. The cement floor and walls were stained with what I can only assume to be blood. The smell was beyond putrid -- iron, decay, death...

I stood there in disbelief. Holy shit. I'd found a fucking serial killers lair. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." the words escaped my mouth automatically.

"Welcome to my home," a voice responded suddenly, from behind.

I spun around, startled. I hadn't heard anyone approaching. But standing there was a man with disheveled hair, and a pistol in his hand, grinning.

"But... You weren't supposed t--" I started to mutter, more to myself than anything.

"To be home?" he interrupted, his smile widening slightly. "Of course not. I was 'on a business trip overseas', right?" He formed comical quotations with his fingers as he said the words.

"What the fuck? What is this?" I stammered, stuck somewhere between primal fear and utter confusion.

"Well, I got tired of females, to be frank. I also got tired of hunting. So I thought to myself, why go kidnap my prizes when I can lure them to me?"

He chuckled calmly, and started walking towards me.

#can't let it find me

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hamilton47hammond · 2 years

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buckybarnesandmarvel · 2 years

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No one like you

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Cursing, Fluff

Summary: It’s meant to be a perfect evening. The first time you and Tom sleep together. But, as you should know by know, not everything goes according to plan.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut...so...yea. This is inspired by @youlightmeupfinn ‘s PINK series (it’s amazing).

18+ Minors DNI

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“Shit!”

You cursed as you ended the call after hearing the bad news. You felt tears well up in your eyes. You had been dreaming about this day for a while now but that probably wasn’t going to happen anymore.

Your babysitter had cancelled, claiming she had a family emergency to attend and all your friends were out at a party, as it was a Friday night. You and Tom had planned a romantic dinner at his house for your 6 month anniversary. You were going to sleep together for the first time in your relationship and you wanted it to be perfect.

Of course, you loved your little baby girl, and you knew Tom loved her too, but you were hoping to be able to have an evening without responsibilities and a crying 9 month old.

Sighing, you found Tom’s contact in your phone and called him. He picked up after exactly two rings.

“Hello, darling.” You heard his cheery voice from the other end and tears threatened to fall again as you didn’t want to take that away from him.

“Um, hey Tommy.”

“Are you okay, love.” He immediately sensed that something was wrong, you were much quieter than usual.

“Not really. I have to cancel tonight, I’m so sorry. Sam can’t babysit Nat and everyone else is somewhere, getting drunk.”

He chuckled at that last bit.

“So bring her here, baby, you know how much I love her.”

“Are you sure, love?”

“100%. I’ll see you soon, darling.”

You placed the phone on your bed and picked up your little angel.

“Looks like you’re coming with me, huh.”

Natalia cooed and made grabby hands towards you, resulting in her being kissed a million and one times on her soft belly as she erupted in a fit of high pitched squeals and laughter.

You laughed along with her before setting her down in her crib, making your way to your wardrobe, Nat’s eyes following you in wonder.

You ended up picking a dark emerald green turtleneck tucked in a black short, tight skirt, placing a gold necklace around your neck, on top of the jumper and threw on a black hoodie for extra warmth. The dark green jumper matched the lingerie you were wearing underneath - it was perfect.

You let out your hair, the curls falling past your shoulders before putting on some mascara and eyeliner. You painted your lips with dark red lipstick before taking a step back and gazed at yourself in the mirror.

You can’t lie, you looked amazing.

......

You approached Tom’s house while Natalia was fidgeting in the backseat in her carrier. You had packed some essentials for her which was placed next to her in the back.

Parking the car, you got Nat out of her seat and placed her on your hip. You put the bag with the baby stuff in the carrier and made your way to the front door. You rang the doorbell and didn’t have to wait long before Tom showed up.

“My girls!”

Natalia’s face automatically lit up and she giggled, leaning towards Tom. He reached out his arms and brought her to his chest before stepping back to let you in.

Once the door was shut, Tom pulled you close to him and placed a sweet kiss on your lips before whispering huskily in your ear.

“You look ravishing, darling. Absolutely sinful.”

A shiver ran down your spine as butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach.

“Thank you, baby, I can say the same to you too.” You whispered back, giving him a not-so-subtle once-over.

Tom was adorned with dark jeans and a white button up that fit perfectly. A few buttons were undone at the top, giving you a sneak peek at his broad chest.

You kissed him once more before making your way to the kitchen. Bobby was sat next to one of the seats and you bent down to pat his chocolate brown fur, when you felt a light smack on your ass.

You stood up and looked at Tom, giving him a fake offended look as he just gazed at you with a mischievous smirk.

He was still holding Natalia, gently swaying side-to-side. The domestic sight in front of you made your heart swell with pure love and adoration. Your baby girl sleepily giggled in Tom’s arms as she looked up at him. Tom must have felt your stare as he moved towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him.

“How about we put this little one to sleep and have some dinner, hm? How does pasta sound?”

“Yeah. It’s getting late for her, and pasta sounds wonderful, honey.”

You smiled at Tom as he took your hand and led you into the guest room. A small crib was in the middle. Tom has bought it around 3 months into your relationship, when you started staying over. He gently placed Natalia down and covered her in a baby pink blanket, making sure she was comfortable. Her eyelids were already closing so you and Tom waited around for only a few moments before you heard light snores before retreating back and into the kitchen.

......

Once dinner was over and done with, things started to get heated. You were laying with Tom on his bed, watching whatever was on, though neither of you were paying attention. You had discarded your hoodie to the side as it was getting kind of hot.

Or was that just you?

Toms hand was placed on your thigh, mindlessly drawing patterns, yet consciously inching upwards. Your face grew warm and you were pretty sure you were going red. But, still, you kept your gaze fixed on the TV.

Tom looked towards you. He knew what he was doing. He felt his jeans getting tighter around a specific area as he saw you all flushed, glassy eyes determinedly staring at the screen. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he inched higher, still. He watched as your breath hitched, your eyes flicking towards him.

Aha.

In a split second, the TV screen went black and he pulled you into his lap. His mouth attacked yours hungrily, emitting a quiet moan out of you. You straddled Tom’s lap as he continued kissing you passionately. His tongue pushed pat your lips as he kissed you deeper than before.

Suddenly, he grabbed your waist and flipped you over so he was now on top of you. His hands wandered, exploring your body before he broke the kiss.

Tom placed his forehead on yours as you both tried to catch your breath. His large hands played with the zipper on your jeans as he looked directly in your eyes.

“Is this okay?” His voice was barely a whisper, not wanting to break the moment.

You nodded slightly as he pulled your zipper down. He discarded of the jeans and moved up to your jumper. Your hands automatically reached upwards, letting him take off the jumper with ease. He left the necklace on, liking how it accentuated your beauty.

Tom let his eyes and hands wander. He let out a deep groan when he saw your lingerie. Dark green, threaded with black and accented with gold.

“God, darling, you’re making it really hard for me to be a gentleman.” He moved his hands down your torso, stopping at your hips.

“Well, maybe I don’t want you to be a gentleman.” You whispered in the shell of his ear before kissing down his jaw and neck.

He let out a low growl before shuffling to the foot of the bed. He took both your legs in each of his hands, kissing them lightly, travelling to your inner thigh. You were pretty sure your were soaking through the panties as Tom got closer to your covered pussy. His kisses became more sloppy as he graduated higher up, before finally placing a kiss where you needed it the most.

Careful not to tear the fabric, Tom quickly got rid of them. The cool air against your wet pussy made you shiver. Tom brought his mouth towards it, before looking up to you for affirmation. You had barely let out your choked ‘Please’ before he was devouring you. Feeling his warm tongue against your slit, your arched your back off the mattress letting out a lewd moan.

“Oh, fuck, Tom. Yes!”

You cried out as pleasure took over. You hadn’t been with anyone for about a year and a half, making this all feel like the first time again.

“God, darling, taste so good.”

Tom moaned into your pussy and you felt the vibrations add to all the pleasure.

He slowly worked his fingers into your hole and you cried out again at the small stretch.

“Oh my god! Tom! Fuck!”

Tom worked his fingers in your pussy, curling them slightly. His tongue swirled against your clit as his fingers pushed even deeper in, brushing your g-spot.

Your moans were barely a whisper now, your brain too fucked out to make any coherent words. A coil formed in the pit of your belly and tightened as Tom drove his fingers in and out faster.

His fingers continuously brushed at your g-spot, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You tried arching your back again but Tom’s hands kept your down. He grabbed your ass as he brought you impossibly closer to him. He could feel your walls clenching around him, indicating that you were close.

“Tom, fuck, I’m gonna - shit,”

“Cum for me, love.”

That was all the warning you got before the coil snapped. White-hot pleasure rapidly spread around your body, your toes involuntarily curling at the feeling. Sparks flew up your spine as Tom worked you through your high. Your jaw went slack, yet no sound came out.

Tom resurfaced, kissing up your torso, neck and jaw before he met your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips as his tongued pushed past. Reluctantly breaking off, he looked into your eyes.

“You did so well for me, darling.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks from the praise as you looked at him through heavy lidded eyes. His hands went to unclasp your bra as your nipples immediately perked up from the cold.

Tom quickly discarded his clothes, leaving his boxers on, before leaning down and kissing your collarbone. He fondled a breast in his large hands as he kissed your lips again, swallowing your moans. He pulled apart, bringing his lips to your nipple, rolling it around with his tongue whiles he kneaded the other with his spare hands.

The pleasure was getting to much as you moaned his name over and over. Need and want made you reach down and pull the band of his boxers and he took that as the sign to get rid of them once and for all.

So there he stood, in all his glory. His thick cock stood erect against his stomach. You stared hungrily at him as he chuckled.

“Take a picture, darling, it’ll last longer.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you covered your face with your hands. Still laughing, Tom, once again, leaned down, gently prying your hands off of your face. He smothered your flushed face with kisses before pressing one to your lips. Within no time, it became passionate and needy and you felt Tom lining up to your hole.

Gently, he pushed his blunt tip in, inching forwards before he was fully sheathed. His mouth was still attached to yours, devouring all of your lewd moans.

Finally coming up for breath, you spoke up.

“Move, please... oh fuck!”

Tom started moving at a steady space. Your walls fluttered around his length as he drove impossibly deeper in.

“Fuck! Shit, Tom, feels so good!”

“So perfect, darling. So perfect for me.”

Tom groaned, his baritone voice becoming raspy as he lost control. His moans mixed with yours as he fucked you harder, faster into the mattress, his cock hitting all the right places. His swollen lips attacked your jaw, neck and breast marking them with kisses.

Your eyes screwed shut as you felt yourself tipping closer to the edge again. You involuntarily clenched around Tom, arching your back as he reached down to rub your clit.

The stimulation pushed off the edge as you came with a loud moan. Tom’s thrusts grew uneven as he brought you down from your high, now chasing his own.

“Fuck!”

It didn’t take long before Tom stilled, deep inside of you. Thick ropes of his cum spurted in your sensitive hole, making you feel fuller than before - if that was possible.

......

Tom collapsed on your chest, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You wiped his sweaty hair off of his forehead as you kissed the top of his head. You stayed like that for a few minutes before Tom pulled out, emitting a whine from you. He laughed quietly as he got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a wet cloth.

He cleaned you up before settling back down next to you, pulling you to his chest. You kissed his shoulder lightly as he kissed your forehead, before leaning down and whispering in your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck.

“So perfect, darling, there’s no one like you. Now get some rest, beautiful.”

You smiled as you cuddled closer, sleep overtaking you, Tom following close behind.

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AHHHHHH! THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT!

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dahbeez · 3 years

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1. "You're such a dork."

2. "Get over here, you doof."

3. "Cheeky."

4. "You're so needy."

5. "Kiss me again."

6. "You're so adorable!"

7. "Look at you... goodness, you're so cute!"

8. "I'm just so happy!"

9. "I can't stop smiling."

10. "I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt."

11. "You are being extra sweet today."

12. "Oh, look at you!"

13. "Your eyes are so pretty."

14. "I'm really happy that you're here with me."

15. "Thank you for staying with me."

16. "I don't think I've ever loved someone this much before."

17. "I feel like I'm in the clouds when I'm with you."

18. "You're like my hero/heroine."

19. "I'm gonna tickle you if you don't come over here."

20. "My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature."

@drink-it-write-it

21. "Go with me?" "As long as you hold my hand."

22. "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"

23. "Have you seen my hoodie?" "Nooooo..." "You're wearing it, aren't you?"

24. "OH you're jealous!"

25. "Can we stay like this forever?"

26. "Please just kiss me already."

27. "I think you might be my soulmate."

28. "Sleep over? Please?"

29. "Are we on a date right now?"

30. "I think I'm in love with you."

31. "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"

32. "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

33. "I wish we could live together already."

34. "They're so cute when they're asleep."

35. "I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful."

36. "Quit touching me, your feet are cold!"

37. "Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!"

38. "Give me attention."

39. "You met me yesterday." "Yes, and I would die for you. Next question."

40. "She's hiding behind the sofa."

41. "Did you just hiss at me?"

@wishiwasanavenger-archive

42. "Have you kissed anyone before?"

43. "Can I kiss you?"

44. "You're not hurting me, you're not heavy. I've got you, love.”

45. "I look at them and I just... it's like when the Grinch's heart grows three sizes."

46. "I don't... I've never... been in a relationship before and I'm going to make mistakes... I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me."

47. "You didn't tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?"

48. "You give me a reason to be better, to do better."

49. "God, you are so fucking cute."

50. "I love you, but I need you to go away because you're really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow."

51. "Oh no... they're cute."

52. "I can't talk to cute people, okay? I don't know how to flirt!"

53. "God, I love your face."

54. "Don't look at me, I'm a mess!" "I love it when you're a mess!"

55. "Please do your homework for me...? Just one time." ... "I said one time, y'know... you didn't have to start studying. Not that I'm not proud or anything."

56. "I'm already home."

57. "Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner."

58. "Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!"

59. "I just thought that since you weren't feeling too good, this would help."

60. "I'm not kissing you in the rain! We'll catch our death!"

61. "Would it help if I stayed?"

62. "I apologise sincerely if my beautiful/handsome face has kept you up all night."

63. "God, you're pretty."

64. "Calm down, it's just a chocolate bar!"

65. "Please, tell me you brought a toothbrush?"

66. "You take the bed, you need it more than me."

67. "You're so warm!"

68. "You're freezing, Jesus!"

69. "You always look beautiful."

70. "Your hands are so small!"

71. "Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?"

72. "Now I know where half my wardrobe went."

73. "Here, let me just–"

74. "You're really special to me."

75. "That tickles!"

76. "We only have one room left for the night..."

77. "Naps are life, okay?"

78. "I don't think I could love you anymore than I already do."

79. "I had the weirdest dream..."

80. "I got you a trophy, it's only plastic, but it's for being the best human I know."

81. "Someone keeps leaving love notes in my locker and I don't know if I should find it endearing or creepy..."

82. "I love your voice."

83. "Put me down! I can walk!"

84. "Can... can you come over?"

85. "You're the best."

86. "Can you please stop biting your lip, it's distracting."

87. "I thought you liked love songs!"

88. "I know you're not a fan of Valentine's day... I just thought that maybe I could change your mind..."

89. "You're my favourite know-it-all."

90. "That was the least romantic proposal in the entire history of proposals."

91. "I never knew you were a romantic at heart."

92. "I made it. For you. I know it's not the best, but..."

93. "Let me carry that."

94. "How do you know my favourite drink?" "I'm observant."

95. "We've known each other's for years and I don't think we've ever had a proper conversation."

96. "You're the clumsiest person I know, how did you survive past childhood?"

97. "It's always time for a milkshake."

98. "You know, humming the James Bond theme tune defeats the point of sneaking."

99. "I think your cat wants to kill me."

100. "Where have all my jumpers gone?"

101. "I don't get paid enough for this shit."

102. "Oh my God, I love you."

103. "I told you to bring a jacket."

@writings-of-a-hufflepuff

104. "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

105. "It's you, it always has been."

106. "You're everything I could've wanted and more."

107. "Kiss me."

108. "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."

109. "You should probably go home." "But I'm already home."

110. "You're an idiot." "But you love me."

111. "I'd do anything for you."

112. "You took all the pillows so I'm using you as one."

113. "Stop moving and let me braid your hair."

114. "I'm so proud of you."

115. "You are my family."

116. "I'm right here."

117. "Can you just please hold me?"

118. "I'm pretty sure they're my soulmate."

119. "This reminded me of you."

120. "Your hair is really soft."

121. "Are you blushing?"

122. "Can I stay here tonight?"

123. "Because I love you."

124. "Make a wish!"

125. "I love seeing you smile."

126. "You're just a softie."

127. "You are crushing me right now."

128. "Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen."

129. "Take my hand. Just trust me."

130. "You're the only thing that matters."

131. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

132. "Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?"

133. "Why can't I get you out of my head?"

134. "Don't let go."

135. "Stay."

@blisfvll

136. "You smell really nice."

137. "If you steal the blanket, I'm going to put my cold feet on you."

138. "You're comfy."

139. "But I want to hear you sing."

140. "Don't get up – I'll do it."

141. "Care to give me a back scratch?"

142. "Your bed head is really cute."

143. "How about a kiss?"

144. "Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?"

145. "Are you really flirting with me right now?"

146. "I like the way your hand fits in mine."

147. "You have something in your hair, umm... do you want me to get it out?"

148. "It's nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today."

149. "This movie is really scary, but you're into it so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time but– WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"

150. "Wait, don't pull away... not yet."

151. "Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything."

152. "No, it's fine. I can wait until you're done talking to them."

153. "No, like... it's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."

154. "I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and an half because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up."

155. "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time without stuttering, but that failed."

156. "We could order pizza and just stay like this all day."

157. "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

158. "I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..."

@marauder-exe

159. "It's not funny!"

160. "That wasn't suppose to happen."

161. "Hurry back."

162. "I can't take you seriously."

163. "Problem solved."

164. "That was embarrassing."

165. "It's freezing in here."

@love-me-a-good-prompt

166. "I love you, baby."

167. "Hey, cutie."

168. "I promise to love you for the rest of my life."

169. "You're my world."

170. "I don't care if you're sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it."

171. "You are so perfect."

172. "Marry me?"

173. "You're the best part of me."

174. "Stay here with me. For the rest of our lives."

175. "I'm speechless, you're so beautiful!"

176. "Come here, I need to hug you."

177. "When everything's wrong, it's you that makes it right."

178. "You're the one."

@raggedy-dxctor

179. "Well, it's the thought that counts." "Wait, no, don't take my kisses away from me!"

180. "Oh, you've started stealing my socks now?"

181. "You owe me a kiss."

182. "How did you get in here?"

183. "That's not even fair."

184. "You promised me a cookie!"

185. "Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit."

186. "You're not very intimidating."

187. "That was, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done."

188. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer."

189. "Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?"

@whcczes

190. "I'll feel much better if you let me walk you home."

191. "Apparently, all our friends have a bet going that we end up together."

192. "You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe."

@moanlightlust

193. "It's two in the morning and you want to cuddle?"

194. "You shine so bright it's intimidating. I love it."

195. "I'm here."

196. "What's your name again? Sorry, I just got that super weird feeling that we only see in movies, you know? Like, the whole world stopped turning and all I could see was you."

197. "I was born to be yours."

198. "Isn't it a bit too cliché?"

199. "So, you're just kissing strangers for no apparent reasons?"

200. "You'll always be my favourite person."

201. "You're making it weird, stop making it weird."

202. "There's nothing I love more than running back into your arms."

203. "I'm yours. Forever."

204. "You always know how to cheer me up."

205. "I... I lost the ring."

206. "Will you be mine?"

207. "Darling, you look perfect tonight."

208. "You saved my life."

209. "Don't give me that look. No... NO! I said no puppy dog eyes! You know I can't resist them! Argh, fine!"

210. "I missed you and your bad puns and even your horrible cooking and the way you fit perfectly against my body when we cuddle. I just really missed you."

211. "We're a team, remember?"

212. "There's no place I'd rather be than by your side."

213. "Your smile brightens the whole room."

214. "I kinda adopted a puppy behind your back... don't be mad! Look at those cute fluffy paws!"

215. "You're burning up. Guess I need to activate my nurse mode."

216. "I love you. As in more than friends, more than best friends and more than super extra best friends."

217. "I love you just the way you are."

218. "We need to kick his ass, no questions asked. You in?"

219. "Hot chocolate and cuddles? Kisses?"

220. "You make me feel pretty."

221. "You'll always be my best girl."

222. "Never hide yourself from me."

223. "Babe! There's no toilet paper!"

224. "I'll never give up on you."

225. "Do you feel that shirt? That's boyfriend material."

226. "That prank went so wrong."

227. "Care to dance, my love?"

228. "AH! You're stuck with me!"

229. "You're too good to me."

230. "Is it that time of the month?"

231. "Can I braid your hair?"

232. "It's okay to have doubts, as long as you don't let them overwhelm you."

233. "Come here! I can't stand to be so far away from you!"

234. "I got you."

235. "I wanna fall asleep next to you every night and wake up every morning with you by my side."

236. "Stop, I need to finish this!"

237. "I just wanna binge watch The Office, but it's not the same without you."

238. "Because I care about you!"

239. "I just wanted to impress you."

240. "I love you even though your breath stinks right now."

241. "Did you just puke on me?"

242. "We should get drunk and do stupid things."

243. "I always know what you're thinking about, babe. You're like an open book!"

244. "Could you sing to me?"

245. "I, uh, could you... could you play with my hair, please?"

246. "Nooooo, don't leave! I'm cold!"

247. "I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin me."

248. "A mistletoe? Really?"

249. "Will you join me, love?"

250. "I have feelings for you."

251. "You are the reason."

252. "Take my hand, I wanna show you something..."

253. "You have a lovely name."

254. "You're my everything."

255. "You do know a lot about my blushing schedule."

@voilawind

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Perfectly Exasperating - Chapter 3

Synopsis: While you have been unknowingly kidnapped Zemo is determined to make the time he spends with you the best that he can

Word count: 5.4k

Author’s note: Hey all! This is sorta a one-month celebration of my account and for all the love you guys have shown this series and my other series 'A Freudian Slip' I can't thank you enough! My editing program decided to screw me over though so if you can see a difference grammatically in the first half and the second half that's why

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(Please check out my master list to see what I will be writing next and if requests are open or closed)

Cross-posted to ao3 under the same username

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the warmth from the sun shining through the curtains touching your skin waking you up. Yawning and stretching, feeling the soft duvet move on top of you, you sighed in content, closing your eyes again as you embraced the happiness which had been foreign to you for so long. You reach out to seize the end of the duvet and gradually slide out of the bed; you feel the slight chill of the morning breeze brush against your exposed legs. Crossing over to the wardrobe your hand reaches out to flick through the many dresses, shirts, trousers that hung in there, all belonging to shops such as Gucci, Prada, Valentino. There were clothes appropriate for any event, but today you choose comfortably as you pull out a maroon knitted sweater and dark blue jeans. Though appearing to be rather cheap clothes, you knew Zemo would never have spent less than $100 on them.

When Zemo said he would take care of you, he meant it in every aspect. It was a culture shock going from the relatively poor life you lived, surviving off the small amount of money they paid you for being an Avenger to being treated like royalty by Zemo. Not that you were complaining. It was a guilty pleasure of yours enjoying this luxury, a part of you hoping it would never end. If you had told yourself just a few weeks ago, you would have enjoyed living with Zemo you would have laughed in your face but that man had certainly turned on the charm and you couldn’t help but feel the slightest big thankful for him for everything he has done for you.

You finally leave the confines of your room, something you had only been allowed to do a few times until today. You convinced Zemo yesterday that you weren’t concussed from when John had hit you with the shield and that you would be fine getting up and walking around. He was still hesitant but knew he couldn’t keep you confined in your bed forever.

You close your eyes as you inhale the sweet smell of cooking pancakes, making your stomach grumble greedily. Following the scent, you work your way down through the interior design living room into the lavish kitchen where Zemo currently had his back turned to you as he attempted to flip the pancake he had in the frying pan. His purple turtleneck sleeves were pulled up, exposing his forearms as they tensed, trying to get the timing right to flip the pancake. He does so with perfect accuracy, the golden brownness of the pancake soaring up into the air and landing back down in the frying pan, sizzling.

Zemo giggles to himself, celebrating his minor achievement as he waves the frying pan, his body swaying along slightly with it.

“That smells heavenly,”

Zemo whips around at hearing your voice pierce the air. “Ah y/n! Please, take a seat while I make breakfast,”

His eyes follow you as you take a seat down at the table he had prepared for this morning, then focus back on the breakfast at hand. You pour out some orange juice Zemo had left on the table, then your gaze flickers back to him as he finishes cooking. He stacks the pancakes onto two plates and grabs some sugar, maple syrup, and lemons out of the shelves, giving you a choice of toppings.

You scoff as he turns around, seeing on the apron he had tied around himself the words ‘kiss the chef’ on it.

“Really?” you ask, raising the glass to your lips as you watch him glance down to his apron and then back up to you offended.

“You don’t like?”

“It’s embarrassing to look at!” you exclaim as he places the plates down on the table and sits down opposite you.

Zemo’s eyebrows twitch as he scoffs back at you, “I think it suits me, plus a kiss is expected after I worked so hard on breakfast” he says, tapping his cheek with his finger.

You raise an eyebrow, letting a breath out as you laugh, “Yeah, in your dreams,”

You two settle into a comfortable silence as you readily eat the breakfast he made. The pancakes were soft but delicious, sickeningly sweet but you have always had a sweet tooth and so it seems, does Zemo.

“I thought you would have one of your staff make breakfast, you never struck me as the person to do something yourself when you can make others do it,” you say breaking the silence as you finish the last of your pancakes.

Zemo glances up to you, tilting his head, “Why do you think that? Because I grew up rich?”

You nod, not attempting to make yourself sound nicer, “Yes. It’s common knowledge the rich are always spoilt”

His lips twitch up into a smile at your bluntness. He sighs, leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs as he addresses you.

“You’re right. Even though Sokovia was a rather small country, I grew up with more riches than most people could dream of. But at least I acknowledge my privilege. That counts for something, doesn’t it?”

“Depending on what you use your privilege for. Blowing up the UN isn’t exactly putting it to good use now stop avoiding my original question,”

Zemo bites the inside of his mouth as you see through his attempts at trying to dodge the question. His admiration for you however outweighed any annoyance he might have felt at being called out for it. Leaning forward again to rest his arms on the table he says,

“It’s only me, you and my Butler who occasionally comes in. After I was arrested, there was no work for my staff so they all left and I can’t exactly hire anyone else,”

You nod, satisfied, then dab the napkin that Zemo has set out beside you, on your lips to get rid of any leftover sugar. You place your hands on the table and push yourself up from it.

“Well, thank you for breakfast, and thank you for looking after me this last week… that was nice of you, but I better be going. Do you know where my phone is?”

Zemo’s eyes furrow and he immediately stands up as you walk away from the table. He rushes past you, stepping in front of you to stop you from walking.

“You can’t leave y/n,”

Your head jilts back in confusion, “Why not?”

“We ruined Karli’s plans, so she is trying to find us. That’s why Sam and James are out hiding and why we must remain here,”

“I can handle Karli,” you tell Zemo, trying to step past him, but his hand reaches out and grasps your arm firmly.

“Not a super-soldier y/n. It’s too dangerous, especially after your recovery. James and Sam will reach out to me once it is clear to leave, but for now, we stay.”

You huff in frustration, shaking Zemo’s hand off your arm as you cross them. “Well, at least get me a phone so I can keep in contact with them too,”

“I’m afraid I can’t get you a phone currently, but you are welcomed to use mine. Alas, James and Sam have my number but I don’t have theirs’s so unless you remember their numbers we have to wait till they message first to reach out to them,”

You let out a melodramatic sigh, rolling your head looking to the side of the room then back to Zemo.

“So what the hell am I to do to keep occupied?”

Zemo tilts his head, his eyes flicker to the side in thought as he opens his mouth wordlessly and his eyes move back to yours, his eyebrows raising as he frowns thinking over the idea that has just entered his head.

With his fingers, Zemo, gazing at you eagerly, beckoned you down the corridor, towards a giant door that was at the end.

“I’m not a dog Zemo” you complain as you follow him

“Have you ever heard of dramatic effect?”

Zemo had taken off his apron and replaced it with that coat he loved to wear so much. You firmly believed it gave him a power complex. He strutted to the end of the hallway and placed his hands on the door. His face turns to you smirking, enjoying this dramatic pause as you roll your eyes at him. He pushes the door open and stands to the side, sweeping his arm across the space to let you in.

You walk past him and your eyes widen in amazement as you walk into the most magnificent library you had ever seen. The room itself stretched out almost further than you could see, seeming to go on and on. The shelves looked like they reached up to the sky, each one stacked with thousands of beautiful hardback books. The design of it looked like you had just stepped into heaven, with white and gold being the main colour scheme. On the ceiling was a painted sky with the gods on, looking down at you. On the pillars separating the shelves were little cherubs, their bows positioned to pierce your heart. Everything about this library was beautiful. It felt like a library that should belong to a museum not kept in this private mansion.

“You see why the dramatic effect was necessary?” Zemo says stepping up beside you, looking out at the shelves before you.

“Zemo this is… this is beautiful,”

His eyes flicker to you then back to the library, a smile appearing on his lips, “Yes, I suppose it is. When I was younger, I had always taken things like this for granted, but after my time in prison I believe it’s made me more humble,”

You walk over to the nearest bookshelf, letting your fingers brush over the colourful hardbacks. You pull one book out, stroking the golden platted side. “You must have every practically every book in existence here”

“I have more books than I could ever get round to reading. You can find anything you want to read here,”

After ten minutes you had gathered a rather sizable book pile you were determined to read, full of fictional and non-fictional books, some of your favorites and some you had never read before.

Zemo chuckled as you tried to hold all of them in your grasp. As you picked one up, the book on the very top of your pile slipped and fell to the floor. Panic surged in you, worried you would damage something so expensive, but Zemo’s hand appears and catches it before it could hit the ground.

Straightening up, he gave you an amused smile, “Maybe you should let me help carry them”

Accepting his help, he takes half the book pile off you and guides you over to a place deep in the library where you two could read. There were two light green armchairs facing each other, with a fireplace just behind them. To the side of the chairs were small tables which contained bookmarks, a goblet, and an ashtray, and to the side of one chair was a globe which could be opened, and inside it held a decanter full of whiskey.

Zemo places the books in his arms on the table then walks over to one shelf, browsing till he finally finds the book he was looking for. He returns to find you getting comfortable in your chair, opening the first book.

“Whisky?” he asks, opening up the globe beside him.

A few days ago you would have said ‘no, no way,’ but today you smile and nod your head, reaching out with the glass beside you to gracefully accept the drink.

The next couple of days were spent similarly with you and Zemo spending much of your time reading in the library together. Occasionally you two would even read to each other as he had first done with you when you had woken up here. Though you would never admit it to him, his smokey voice made you very comfortable. If he tried, he could lull you to sleep with that accent of his.

You couldn’t help but try to separate the Zemo you know now as the one you used to hate. Yes, he had torn apart your family, but he had all the reason for what happened to Sokovia, what happened to his family. Plus, this Zemo seemed to try hard to make it up to you. Almost too hard. He was trying everything to keep you entertained while you were stuck here, make your life as comfortable as he could. It was nice.

You strolled into the kitchen hearing the quiet buzz of the radio playing the latest top hits and the sound of someone humming along to the music. In there you find Zemo by the counter, fixated on the bowl he held in his arm and the spoon in his hand as he delicately tries to put the mixture into the cupcake trays before him. You had offered to make food, feeling like he always did too much for you but every day he insisted he would, even on days where it Butler would come around.

“Need help?” you ask, walking over to stand beside him.

He glances at you, then back to the tray he has laid out before him. “I’ve got a handle on this,” he replies just as he spills some mixtures onto the counter, making him swear under his breath.

“Uh-huh, sure,” you say, looking down at the spilled mixture. You turn to face him, letting out a chuff as you place a hand on his arm, “Zemo stop being so prideful and let me help”

As soon as your hand comes in contact with his arm, he freezes. He glances down at the ground, swallowing then his eyes flicker to yours and he smiles gently, his usual arrogance disappearing. “Okay,”

You grab a spoon from the draw and help Zemo scrap off what he puts into his spoon into the cake tray with accuracy. You two stand together, your shoulders brushing up against each other till you finish and put it into the oven.

“We have 30 minutes until we need to get them out. Why don’t you read for a bit while I clean up,”

“I can help clean up,” You tell him already going over to the sink to turn the water on, “You’re not my servant Zemo,”

“Helmut” he suddenly says

You turn back to look at him, confused at the seriousness of his face, “Please y/n, call me Helmut,”

Your mouth moves wordlessly for a moment, then you say, “Helmut,” trying the name out on your tongue. You were so used to calling him Zemo, you had forgotten that that wasn’t his first name.

“Thank you” he whispers, glancing away from you bashfully.

He takes a towel off the side of the rail and dries up everything you washed as you two settled into a peculiar silence.

Attempting to liven the atmosphere again, you put a cup just at the right angle of the running tap that the water splashed into Zemo’s coat. He steps back shocked, glancing down at his coat then back to you. He lets out a laugh, his mouth open in surprise that you would do that. “Oh, if that is how it is”

Zemo quickly grabs a mug, running it under the following water. Realizing what he was going to do you let out a squeal and rush for the door but you don’t get far enough till you feel the water hit your back, soaking your t-shirt.

“Helmut!” you gasp as he chuckles at you. You run forward to grab the nearest thing in front of you to chuck it at him, a piece of bread in this case but he ducks as it flies over him. He fills the cup up again and runs towards you but you get to the table and hide on the other side till you were both poised opposite each other waiting for one of you to make the first move.

“This isn’t fair!” you whine, feeling the coldness of your t-shirt cling to your back. “Who said anything about fairness!” Zemo shouted back, grinning at you.

Eventually, you two called a truce when the oven chimes letting you two know the cupcakes were finished baking. After that day, Zemo always asked if you wanted to help him make meals.

“Is the popcorn ready?” you shout as you jump up from the floor where you were placing the DVD into the DVD player.

“Almost done” Zemo calls out.

While waiting, you settle yourself down on the middle of the red sofa, twisting your back to get that perfect spot as you stared up at the giant screen in front of you.

Zemo emerges from the kitchen holding the popcorn and places the bowl onto the table in front of you. He settles down beside you, instantly positioning his arms on the top of the sofa, resting behind your head.

He leans forward to pick up some of the popcorn, tossing it in his mouth as he asks you what you have chosen to watch tonight.

“Beauty and the Beast,” you say excitingly and Zemo coughs, leaning forward as he accidentally inhaled the popcorn in his mouth.

He wipes the tear from his eye as he leans back and you give him a confused look, “Do you not like the film?”

“No-no, it’s not that. W-why do you want to watch the film?”

“It’s my favorite Disney film,”

He nods his head slightly looking down at the popcorn, “I see…” he then glances back to you, looking you in the eyes, “Why is it your favorite Disney film?”

You lean back sighing as you think the movie over, “Well, I’ve loved it since I was a kid. I always wanted to be like Bell and I found the beast so sweet and gentle”

“Even though he imprisoned her?”

“He let her go in the end, and she came back to him”

Zemo opened his mouth wanting to say more, but you sushed him as the movie started, wanting to concentrate only on it.

Zemo turned down the lights to make the experience feel as cinematic as he could of you. Grabbing the bowel he offered you some of the popcorn and you smiled at him in thanks. He tried to enjoy the movie, but his eyes kept wandering back to you, watching your expressions as you watched the movie. His heart skipped a beat every time you laughed at it when that gorgeous smile would grace your face, even in the sad moments where it looked like you were about to cry. He loved seeing how you reacted to everything. There were so many things he had taken for granted, and it felt like he was discovering them all over again with you. It fascinated him to find out the beauty and the beast was your favorite film. It was almost ironic given your current situation, one of which you remained painfully unaware of. He knew he couldn’t keep you in the dark forever. Sam and James were bound to discover where you two were eventually, which is why he wanted to enjoy every moment he had with you to the fullest before it was over.

As the movie went on, Zemo could feel your body moving closer and closer to him. The heat that radiated from your body made him want to wrap his arms around you, but he didn’t know if that would go too far. Roughly by the end of the movie, your head rested against his chest, moving slightly up and down as he breathed. He could tell by your shallow breathing you had entered the realm of dreams.

Looking down at you, he couldn’t help but admire how peaceful you looked. When on the mission with Sam and James you had always appeared tense, prepared to fight your way out of a situation as soon as possible, but at this moment you were relaxed and it made his heart flutter. He could look at you forever like this and never tire of it.

He had found himself in the past comparing you to his wife. He felt conflicted feeling this way about another woman, but how he felt about you differed from how he felt about his wife. It was new, exciting, addicting. Slowly raising his hand, he brushes a piece of hair that had fallen over your face while you slept. Your skin was smooth against his fingers and so soft. His fingers lingered on your skin before finally, he let his arm rest around your body, holding you close as you slept against his chest.

Your arms were raised, feeling the walls on either side of you as you tried to figure out if you were going and if you were about to bump into anything while Zemo’s hands were clasped around your eyes tightly.

“Don’t you trust me y/n” he whispers in your year, snickering.

“Do you want a pleasant lie or the harsh truth?” you ask, turning your head slightly but Zemo tuts and moves your head back with his hands

“Not long now, just a few more steps,”

“Till what!” you whine

“Be patient y/n!”

Zemo lifts one hand of your eyes telling you to keep them close and you hear the creak of a door open ahead of you. His hand returns to your face and with slightly pushing his body against yours, he urges you forward into this new room.

“Can I finally look now?”

Zemo removes his hands and steps back from you, “Okay y/n, open your eyes”

Opening them you gasped in shock seeing what was before you. On a stand was a replica of Belle’s dress in Beauty and the Beast. Its honey yellow colour shone out, the top of it tightly clung to the mannequin it was on while the bottom poofed out, it hung with no shoulder straps and came with yellow gloves. Everything about it was perfect.

“Helmut I- I’m, stunned,”

“You like it?” he asks anxiously

You turn to him grinning, “Of course I do!”

You hug him tightly, ecstatic, then rushed over to the dress, brushing your fingers along it. “It’s beautiful” you whisper.

“I think I got the sizes right,” Zemo says coming up beside you, a pink tinge to his cheeks, “There’s only one way to know for you,” he adds on, turning to you giving you a gentle smile

He helps you take the dress off and chuckles as he watches you rush off with it to get changed, then leaves to get changed himself.

The dress fitted perfectly on you. Everything from the bust down to the waist. Even the gloves fitted perfectly. When you entered the bathroom, you found Zemo had even found some make-up in case you wanted to use any. He thought of everything.

Finally looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You truly felt like a Disney princess. Slowly you walked back down the stairs and enter the room Zemo had to lead you in, to begin with. As you walked in, let out a merry laugh as you saw Zemo, dressed up in a blue jacket, embroidered with yellow roses on the sleeves, just like the beast. He was standing by a record player, putting a disk in as you walked in. He turns to look at you, his mouth opening in wonder.

“Y/n… you look glorious,”

His sincere comment makes your cheeks heat up and you hold your arms out to him, squeezing your hands letting him know you want to hold his hands.

He turns the record on and your favorite song from Beauty and the Beast floats out, making your cells light up with excitement.

“Helmut” you start to say as he walks over to you, holding his hand out, “Why are you doing this?”

He gently takes your gloved hand, bending over to kiss it. “I know it isn’t easy being stuck in here all the time and you said you loved ‘Beauty and the Beast’ so I thought it would make a pleasant treat,”

His arms hesitantly touch your waist as he looks into your eyes as if asking it was okay. You nod and step closer to him, taking his hand in yours holding it up. Getting into the waltz position you two start to move along the dance floor, swaying to the music.

You two slide along the ballroom floor, picking up speed. As you look up to him, he breathes out smiling back down at you happily. His hand on his waist spins your around as your dress flutters out. You squeal in delight as you grasp back onto his hand as you felt dizzy.

You two turn around the floor looking each other deep in the eyes. You could feel his breath on your face as you two were barely inches apart from each other. Zemo pulls you in even closer as your arm goes around his neck, your body pulled into his. He dips you as you cling to him tightly for dear life as the music fades.

He holds you into that position, panting as he looks at you, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. You could feel that pull towards him, your eyes starting to flutter shut. He leans towards you but suddenly you feel your fingers slip and you almost let go of him. His other hand quickly wraps around making sure you don’t fall to the floor.

He helps you back on your feet and you two steps apart. You look away feeling your cheeks burn up again.

“Helmut, thank you. Thank you so much” you tell him earnestly

He looks deep into your eyes, smiling in bliss, “Anything for you y/n”

“Y/n, are you awake?”

You groan as you hear Zemo whisper beside you, waking you from your sleep.

“Ugh, Helmut what time is it,” you moan turning over with your eyes are closed.

“It’s 8, time to wake up”

“Nooooo” you whine screwing up your eyelids.

You hear him chuckle and then you feel something push against your lips. You open your eyes confused to see Zemo beside you, holding a strawberry to your lips.

You smile and take a bite out of it, moaning in delight as you taste its sweetness as you sit up. He sits up beside you and holds out some melted chocolate for you to dip the strawberry in.

“Helmut, you spoil me”

“Not enough,” he whispers back as he puts the chocolate-covered strawberry to your lips letting you take another bite.

“I’m not even surprised anymore to see you in my bed when I wake up,” you tell him

“Technically this is my bed”

“You know what I mean!”

He chuckles as he pushes his head back into the headboard, “I thought it would be a nice way for you to wake up,”

“Consider me impressed,” you tell him, looking over at him smiling. He glances back to you, his lips twitching up. You lean into his side, not caring at the moment you were in a simple nightdress. You close your eyes inhaling his cologne and picking up a strawberry to feed to him.

“I could get used to this,” you whisper to him

You scan the piano music book before looking back down to the notes before you. It had been a while since you had last played so you thought you might as well pick it up while you were stuck in Zemo’s mansion.

You press the notes but every time you tried to play one of the chords you always missed one. You were trying to play your favorite song 'Comptine d'un autre été' but to no avail.

“You need to flow with the music and not worry about hitting the right notes”

You turn around and smile as you see Zemo approach you from behind. “Isn’t the whole point of music to play the right notes?” you say sarcastically

Zemo lets out a huff chuckling, “Well yes but you’ll hit the notes when you stop trying so hard. Now try again”

You turn back around and attempt the music again but hit the wrong notes making you slam the piano in annoyance.

“Don’t damage the piano”

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, “I should give up,”

“No don’t do that” Zemo says, brushing his fingers over your waist, “Here let me help you”

He puts his hands on top of yours guiding them, “Let’s try again,”

You look to the music then back down to your hands which had Zemo’s resting on and attempt to start playing again. His hands moved in time with yours as they guided along with the piano, pressing down on your fingers when you needed to. You got every note. Well, Zemo got every note.

“See, easy,” he says as he pulls back from you. “Now try again”

You attempt to play again but feeling his eyes stare into your back you couldn’t concentrate and messed up the notes again.

“We just went through this!”

“It’s hard to concentrate with you staring at me!” you exclaim turning around to him. Your eyes widen as what you just said as he tilts his head, a smug smile appearing on his lips.

“Oh, I make it hard for you to concentrate do I?”

You groan at his cockiness, looking away from him so he doesn’t see your glistening red cheeks.

He walks up behind you again, his fingers grazing your jawline, stopping at your chin as he raises your head to look up at him. Seeing him look down at you made a knot in your stomach tighten.

“You are awfully red y/n”

“Shut up”

He chuckles and leans down, placing a kiss on your forehead, “I like it when you blush”

The breath gets caught in your lungs as you feel his lips on your forehead, their softness cooling your burning skin.

For the first time in your life, you were rendered speechless, by Helmut Zemo no less.

His teeth flash in his smile as he looks down at you, “Come let’s practice this again” he says, leaning over as his back pressed into yours, putting his hands back on top of yours.

“Zemo do you mind if I borrow your phone briefly to see if that new video has been released?” you call out picking up Zemo’s phone that he had left on your seat.

“Go ahead! Just don’t check anything else on there” he yells back

“Worried I will find your nudes?” you call out as you unlock the phone. Pressing onto the youtube app you sigh in annoyance seeing no new video and so you were about to put the phone back down when a message appeared from a contact simply labeled ‘S’

It read, ‘S: Look just tell us where you have taken her. Whatever you are doing with her it isn’t worth it”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion at what the hell could that message mean. You click onto the message stream just to see a ton of messages from this ‘S’ contact but with no reply from Zemo.

You hesitate for a moment, knowing Zemo wouldn’t want you to do what you were about to do, but your curiosity got the best of you and you pressed the call button.

It rang for a few seconds and then the line picked up.

“Zemo” Sam’s voice rang out through the phone

“Sam?” you ask back

“W-what, YN/!? Are you okay? Where are you?”

“Woah Woah Sam, calm down, I’m fine! I’m with Helmut-Sam what is going on?”

“What has he done to you?”

“What do you mean he's done nothing, Sam I thought me and Helmut were hiding out here till Karli was done with her plan?”

You hear a sigh down the phone and then the muffled voices of what you could make out as Bucky and Sharon down the line.

Sam picked the phone back up and spoke directly, “Y/n you need to get out of there now. Zemo, he's kidnapped you”

The phone slips from your hand and lands on the floor with a loud crash.

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Good Things Come In Three

Chapter One | Reader Insert Series

Warnings: Language, Horny Reader, Mentions of Smut.

Words: 1,403

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The Triwizard Tournament was all anyone had been talking about for weeks. But today was the day. The day that Madame Olympe Maxime would release the names of the students who will be joining her in attending the tournament at Hogwarts.

Nova and I were adamant that our names would be in the goblet of fire. Imagine the fame and the glory you’d have… not to mention the bonus of the thousand galleons. But Nova and I had a deal, whoever won would split the money with the other. So overall, it was a win-win situation; apart from the whole possible gruesome, horrible death thing. Worth it.

“Would you stop shoving me!”

“Let me see.”

“Get your ass out of the way.”

The shrill cries of my fellow students echoed through the empty corridors and I knew exactly where they were coming from.

My stomach felt as though it was going to fall out of me, yet seemed to churn simultaneously. So many unknowns swirled around my mind, a phenomenon I was not fond of.

After a few deep breaths and an attempted recollection of my emotions, I turned the corner. What I saw next could only be described in one word: bloodbath. A concoction of hair, flowing blue fabric and desperation.

Every so often one sulking, obviously disappointed girl would emerge from the group.

“Bullshit. Complete bullshit I reckon.”

All these years at a girls school and the bitchy, unsupportive comments still took me aback. Maybe one d…. y/n focus.

Hands landed on my shoulders with a sudden force that made me jump.

“Y/n, Y/n!” Nova bounced herself in front of me, an obvious smirk plastered across her face, “I’ve already packed my things.”

I rolled my eyes. Classic Nova.

“You’ve already read the list?”

“I like to be optimistic,” she smiled, “you should try it sometime.”

But before I could attempt even a semi-witty comeback, Nova had joined the pack of hyenas trying to get a view of the board.

I fell behind. And I couldn’t see shit. If only I was as tall as Madame Maxime, then this really wouldn’t be an issue. So I charged. Funny how quickly people move when you’re forcefully pushing them out of the way.

Catching up to Nova I watched her place her finger on the list as she skimmed over the names. A short breath escaped me. But I kept my eyes locked on her and refused to look at the list. It was too nerve racking. I was worried about disappointment.

“You…” Nova trailed off as my breath hitched. My eyes remained glued to her as she read the remainder of the list; it could only be one of two responses. And one of those was going to throw a major spanner in the works.

Nova was unreadable. Her brow remained determined as her pointer finger dropped. Was I going alone? No. Nope. Absolutely, positively no way.

“Oh, thank fuck for that. It’s me!” Waves of relief and excitement flowed through both Nova and I.

This was it. It was all coming together. Suddenly those anxious overthinking thoughts about selection had turned to anxious overthinking thoughts about Hogwarts. Possibilities fluttered through my mind. I couldn’t help but be excited. What if…

“Hey! Hello? Earth to Y/n. Stop daydreaming, we have to pack!”

“Now… I have heard whispers of there potentially being a ball. So you know what that means?” Nova smirked.

I shrugged. Balls had never really crossed my mind to be honest. And didn’t particularly tickle my fancy.

“Seriously? Can you just act semi-excited at the thought of a stunning dress and seriously gorgeous Scottish or English men, for once?”

“You’re lucky I like you.” I quipped back.

“I am way too invested in finding you both a dress and a man to even try to out-wit you right now.”

Nova winked and began rummaging through my small wardrobe, determined to find me something elegant. This was almost like a real-life Cinderella moment. Rags to riches. A royal family would have nothing on me.

“Ah ha!” I jumped. Everytime. Nova really didn’t have a lower volume button. “I did it. You’re welcome. Honestly, I don’t need to be a wizard anymore, I’m going into fashion, baby.” She winked.

A wave of baby blue silk flew across her body as she held the dress up for my inspection.

“This, this will turn heads.” My head tilted as I looked over the garment, softly rubbing the fabric between my thumb and index finger.

“I made this dress from my smaller uniform.”

Nova’s mouth dropped and her eyes widened. She glanced back down to the dress. Then back to me. Then again to the dress.

“Are you serious? You realise you’re gorgeous and a genius, aka the whole package.” I shoved Nova softly, rolling my eyes.

“I don’t know, is it too.. revealing?” Gesturing across my collar bones, the neckline of the dress sitting just off the shoulders.

“Oh come on. English boys? Scratch that. Incredibly gorgeous, mouthwatering English boys?” I didn’t need to look at her to know what she was doing, hearing the kiss-y noises in the air.

“Put two options in my case.”

Nova wiggles her eyebrows, knowing she’s gotten her way.

“What are you wearing to this ‘maybe ball’?”

“My black scoop back with the halterneck, obviously.”

“Oh, someone’s hoping to get some attention.” I wink.

“Hey, it’s the perfect combination of smart and sexy.”

That was always Nova’s style. But despite all her descriptive ‘S’ words, she left out slutty.

“A little fling never hurt anyone, y/n.”

I suck my teeth at her response. Of course she’d go there. But, was she onto something? Suddenly the idea began to consume my thoughts. Hmm, a little fling. I think to myself.

Lost in my own world, I mindlessly listen to Nova ramble on about other girls coming with us. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the words Nova was stringing together, my thoughts wandered to the idea of a man's hands on my body. The heat. The tension. A hot flush rushed through my body, causing me to cross my legs to stop myself from giving anything away. I hadn’t felt this feeling in a long time. I wanted more. I needed more. I needed a real man’s touch.

“Where do you go?”

I jolted my head back to Nova’s attention. Whoops.

“Sorry, just mentally checking off what I need to pack.”

Nova shrugged, she was used to it by now. Ever since I’d stopped sleeping with Thomas I tended to go into daydreams a lot. Lack of creative expression, Nova had suggested. But let’s be real, it was 100% horniness.

With Nova distracted, I slipped my good pairs of lace panties into my suitcase. Just in case.

“Really? You’re packing your own stationary?” Nova asks, raising her eyebrows.

“I like to write to my parents. Have a problem?”

“Nope.” Nova says popping the ‘p’ and shaking her head.

“At least I don’t have Mr Snuggles squashed in my bag.”

Nova narrows her eyes at me, biting the inside of her cheek. Point 1: y/n.

“I’m all packed, I think.” Smiling, I change the subject, not waiting for Nova’s sarcastic come back, feeling accomplished in my case.

Nova quickly looks over the open luggage, nodding in approval at what I have squeezed in.

“I’m going to go find Fleur and see how she’s going.” Nova smiled, “Say hi to your parents for me.” She winked before swiftly exiting.

A small sigh escapes my lips as I grab out my personalised stationery. I slowly pull out the chair from my desk and sit, vibrating with excitement about divulging my new adventure to my parents.

‘Dear Mother and Father,

Hi, it’s your favourite child.

Writing to let you know that I have been chosen to join Madame Olympe Maxime and a few other select students to go to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. We leave Beauxbatons tomorrow.

Nova and I are wanting to put our names into the goblet of fire. We are hoping for eternal glory and 1000 Galleons, which we would split if one of us won!

Fingers crossed I get picked and can bring fame to our name.

I miss you both and can’t wait to see you again soon.

Also, Nova says hello.

Lots of love,

Y/n xo’

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summergirl2408 · 2 years

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Ok so I am a little more than half way through with season 4 of tma and now for the first time am thinking about the headcanons for the characters my brain has made up over the course of me listening to the show without me even realising it

And just because here they are:

The Admiral

Funnily enough I think The Admiral might be the character I have the most elaborate headcanon(s) for

He 100% looks like this:

A chonky, lazy, always grumpy tabby cat with white on his face and chest

Georgie has trouble picking him up cause he is heavy af but he hates to be picked up anyways (he loves to lay on her lap tho and him being heavy makes her moving him if she has to get up extra challenging)

He absolutely hates people in general with Georgie being pretty much the only exception (everyone involved, including The Admiral himself, was very surprised he tolerated Jon while he lived with Georgie)

The people at the shelter Georgie got him from tried to warn her he would hate everyone including her but he just loved her, and only her, from day one

Jon

About 1,70m-1,75m tall

Scrawny little dude

Black kinda wavy hair (greying obviously cause that's canon) that is not kept at an exact length but whenever it starts reaching below his collar he will probably cut it

Rarely clean shaven, usually has some scruffy stubble

He wear glasses that look like this:

He prefers sweaters or at least long-sleeved shirts over t-shirts any day (you could probably only catch him in something short-sleeved on a handful of the hottest days each year)

The 'prefers sweaters over t-shirts'-thing might have something to do with him being scrawny and getting bullied for it growing up

Martin

Tall (1,85m-1,90m range) and built like a big teddy bear

He has short-ish light brown hair that always stands up in all directions

He wears classic nerd glasses

His wardrobe is like 85% graphic tees of stuff from the 80s and 90s

You would not need to push him far to get him to wear a stereotypical dad outfit

Tim

The tallest of the people in the institute (1,90m-1,95)

Definitely very athletic build

Kinda gives off a Clark Kent vibe (but no glasses)

Elias

1,80m tall on the dot

Despises that Martin is taller than him but somehow completely ok with Tim being taller than him

From how he dresses you would expect him to have exactly 2 tops: a navy blue sweater and a black turtleneck sweater (he actually has multiple of each)

You could never ever catch him wearing a shirt, even in the middle of summer he will wear one of his goddamn sweaters

Black hair that is always perfectly coiffed so it looks the exact same each day and is so shiny and moves so little that the others assume he uses about half a can of hairspray each day (they are probably right about it too)

Basira

black, long straight hair that is always pulled back into a low ponytail or bun (a habit left from her time with the police)

Just like her hair at any given point she gives off a very sleek and put together vibe in general (more often than not it is not accurate on the inside tho)

1,80.5m (she insists on the .5 cause she prides herself on being taller than Elias, Elias doesn't acknowledge it but he knows that they are actually the exact same height and she isn't .5cm taller than him)

Daisy

Exactly the same height as Jon

Dirty blond hair about the length of a long bob but always has it pulled back in a ponytail

Hates her given name and is really glad that most people only know her by Daisy

Melanie

The shortest of them all (about 1,55m) and hates it

Because of this and her quite confrontational and loud personality Jon jokingly thinks of her as a human miniture pinscher (he knows he would be dead if he ever said that out loud (he is right tho))

Georgie

red, long hair that is right in between being curly and being wavy

1,60m-1,65m

Always has her trusty leather messenger bag with her wherever she goes

Sweater jackets are her favourite piece of clothing

Has absolutely perfected an "are you fucking kidding me ?"-look

Breekon and Hope

They are the tma version of Tweedledee and Tweedledum (no I will not elaborate but I am right)

#tma #magnus archives #the magnus archives #tma headcanons

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katsulia · 3 years

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Could i ask for an oikawa version of he offends you

He offends you - part4

featuring : Oikawa, Daichi

genre : angst to fluff

Atsumu and Kageyama version + part2 / Kuroo and Tsukishima version

Oikawa

"Babe I'm home! "you shouted and slammed the door behind you. And no sooner had you taken off your shoes than your boyfriend appeared in front of you like a dog excited to see his master come in.

"Y/N-chaaan," his voice rose in pitch as if to accompany his exaggerated pout. Automatically his arms came around your waist and although you liked being in his arms he was somewhat suffocating. The embrace lasted a few more seconds before he let go of you and you were able to move towards the living room. Your feet were like compote and you didn't want to move. Oikawa joined you.

"So how was your day? "you asked him as you put your bags on the floor before dropping onto the couch. Oikawa sat down on the couch and put his head on your lap.

"I had to say goodbye to my beautiful girlfriend who preferred to go shopping with someone else although we all know that I have the best taste in fashion ..." you couldn't help but hit him in the back of the head as Iwaizumi would surely have done. "Ouch! YN-chan! That was undeserved! You make me suffer even more when I already had to put up with your absence today! "You looked up at his idiocy before he resumed his story. "So I stayed alone in this house, far too big for one person, and I waited for hours for her to do me the honor of resurfacing. "At this level he could easily overshadow Shakespeare's best tragic characters, after all it was Oikawa Tooru. But it was all part of his personality and it never failed to make you laugh.

"Well, since you ask me, I went shopping, away from my very clingy boyfriend." At these words he opened his eyes wide and put his hand on his chest as if you just gave him a blow which makes you laugh out loud. "How dare you? "You tried to catch your breath and kept answering him with a big smile on your face. "I'm kidding, of course I'm kidding. But I still put my day to good use and I finally found a little black dress that was missing in my wardrobe." You hadn't really gone out with the idea of buying a dress, but you had completely cracked at the sight of it and it was a good thing since you didn't have one of those. Usually you were more hesitant as for the purchase of dress and skirt but this time you were confident.

"It is true? I want to see that right now!" Oikawa's eyes were shining and he got up immediately so you could go change. You rolled your eyes but deep down you were touched by his almost childish but totally adorable reaction. While you were pretending to be lazy, he took your hand and pulled you from the sofa. "Go and try it on! I'll wait here." You knew very well that he would not change his mind as he is and you went to your room, sticking out your tongue.

The dress was simple and basic but you liked it very much. You put it on quickly and took a little time to admire yourself in front of the mirror. For you, who was used to seeing you always wearing jeans, it was a nice change but not that unpleasant. The result will be even better when you have tanned legs but even so it was very nice. You took a deep breath and went to join your boyfriend in the living room.

"Tadam!" At the sound of your voice Oikawa took his hands away from his eyes (yes, he was always in excess). You even did a spin around and laughed a little to satisfy the desire for a show that he always liked. "I love it so much! My girlfriend is incredible! Come over here so I can admire the seams more closely!» Immediately you were pulled towards him and you fell on the couch laughing. With a masterful stroke he made you glide on his knees and positioned you comfortably on his legs. You came to put your arms around his neck while his left hand firmly grabbed your waist and his right hand stroked your thigh. "So it's true, do you like it?" It was obvious that Oikawa was totally seduced by what he saw, but using your seductive voice was always tempting in those moments. He was very close to biting his lips. "More than anything else. We should go back to that store, very good work. By the way, which one was it? I would bet on Zara!" You nodded, because he had found out which brand it was right off the bat. But it wasn't that surprising from him. "How did you guess? I bet you looked at the label! No, you saw me put the bag there!" You exclaimed. "Hm not even. But Saya used to go out there a lot and I remember a dress of hers that was in the same style. How Sherlock! " He winked and smiled a big, charming grin.

You didn't want to smile at all. He associated the dress you were wearing, the one you were so happy to have bought, with his ex Saya. Your face decomposed and immediately you began to let go of his hold on you. Does that mean he was still thinking about her? Probably. You wanted to take that dress off right away and throw it away.

Oikawa didn't immediately understand your reaction and wanted to hold you back, but he could sense that you wanted to let go of him. When only five seconds was all right? But it was when he saw the look in your eyes and your head down that he thought about what he had just said. Saya. His ex. Your dress. He was a complete idiot. There was no way to make up for it but he just wanted to show off his detective skills. If Iwa-chan had been there he would have hit him right away and it would have been deserved. But he didn't need him for that, he was already regretting it and he was cursing himself with all the insults in his head.

"Wait babe! That's not what I meant at all! Well ... I mean who cares about her!" His voice wasn't at all steady and he was at a loss for words. He had no idea what he could say in that kind of situation. If it had been the other way around, he would have taken your words too badly and would have been insulted that you mentioned your ex's name. But he was the one who had done that, he was the one who had hurt you and he knew full well that you didn't need that. "Yet you're the one who talked about her when I ..." He was totally panicked and knew he was at fault but wouldn't let you finish your sentence. "Yes I know it's me! And I shouldn't have! It's unwelcome and very inappropriate of me! But I assure you that it is not her that I think of when I see you! Or ever actually!" He had never spoken so fast before, but that's because he knew what he had just done was terrible and he had to act quickly so you wouldn't get the wrong idea. His throat was tight and he couldn't imagine how you must be feeling. He took your hands in his and forced you to look at him. "I'm really sorry... And um... I apologize... I see you all the time, everywhere. I assure you that you are the only person in my mind! And I know it seems like I just proved the opposite, but you are the most important person to me and the one I love the most, I would never want to replace you either with a person from my past or anyone else." Tears were flowing down your cheeks simultaneously and it was almost as if you were in a romantic comedy. (Nothing very unusual with Oikawa).

When he saw that you didn't totally reject his touch he embraced you tenderly. He kept whispering excuses while he was bent over your head. "I know Tooru. " It could still be heard in your voice that you were upset, but you couldn't remain insensitive to a totally vulnerable Oikawa. You, in turn, put your arms around his waist and took a long inhale into the crook of his neck. Next week you'll laugh when you think back on it, sometimes he was completely romantic that it was worthy of one of the greatest shojos in history. But you wouldn't change your relationship for anything in the world, let alone a partner. For the moment you were just enjoying this very intimate moment. It was sure that the food you brought back was cold now, but it didn't matter.

Daichi

These days your schedule was much less busy, which allowed you to enjoy some free time. But unfortunately this was not the case for Daichi, who could not leave the police station at his leisure. It wasn't dramatic either and you organized yourself to coordinate with his work hours. You often treated yourself to a late morning, although you always managed to kiss him before he left the house. During the day you were free to do whatever you wanted and when you weren't going out with your friends you would slump on the couch to catch up on your series. Sometimes, when it was possible, you would join Daichi in the city at his lunch break and find joy in eating ramen with him in the small restaurant near his work. And finally, when the clock struck 8 p.m., announcing Daichi's arrival, you knew that the best time of the day was coming.

You liked this domestic life even if the lack of productivity was becoming noticeable and you couldn't help but get back to your office files. To make up for this lack of activity, you would dive into the kitchen and try out a lot of new recipes. You even managed to make 100% homemade cold soba when you used to buy them at the supermarket. Daichi always rewarded your efforts with his best compliments and his most beautiful smile. Tonight was no exception to this new routine and this time you had perfected your sushi, eager to get your partner's opinion.

As it was Friday, you had decided to set the cutlery on the coffee table in the living room so that you could eat comfortably and quietly in front of the TV. But it was almost 8:15 p.m. and Daichi still hadn't come through the door. At first you didn't pay too much attention to it knowing that there was a lot of traffic on the weekend, but now the clocks were pointing to 9 p.m. and he still hadn't come in. You were immediately no longer reassured and decided to call him. When after two rings you thought he was finally answering you found yourself on his voicemail. Did he decline your call? It was absolutely not in his habit and you called him back thinking that he had made a wrong manipulation. However, you were not as lucky as the first time and as soon as it started ringing you were redirected to voice mail. As you looked at your screen in shock a message from him appeared. Your fingers were faster than your mind and rushed to display the notification.

From: Hubby I'm at the bar with some colleagues, I'll be back later.

At least you were relieved but somewhat disappointed. It's true that from time to time Daichi would meet his friends and that' s a good thing, he also made time for himself. Normally he had the decency to warn you, he knew you weren't going to say anything, it wasn't your style to complain about him going out with his friends. Despite the disappointment in your heart, you didn't intend to hold it against him and you were still going to enjoy your wonderful sushi. And if you even managing to hold back from eating everything you'd let him have some. That's how you spend your evening in front of the last episodes of Nightmare in the kitchen enjoying your own culinary art.

On the stroke of 11:30 pm you recognize the sound of Daichi's car engine parked in front of the house. You were expecting him to come home later, but it suited you because it meant that you could go to bed at the same time as him. He carefully hung up his jacket and walked into the living room. His rosy cheeks were an indication of his alcohol consumption, probably in small doses since he'd been driving, and his face was adorable. He slumped down on the couch and he let out a long sigh, it must have been a long week for him.

“How was your day?” you asked him as you stroked his cheek with your thumb. When your fingers touched him he closed his eyes and began to relax.

“It was tiring, I'm exhausted.” You could hear the tiredness that had taken over his body in his voice only.

“I didn't know you were out tonight, but I left you some sushi, your favorite.”

“Aaargh Y/N.” He let a growl rise while keeping his eyes closed.

“Uhm what?”

“You didn't have to call me like that, it made the guys at the bar laugh, almost as if you were the cop!”

“Oh sorry to worry about you! I just wanted to know where you were !”

“You don't have to act like my mother, I don't need that!” He left a long puff and immediately you put some distance between the two of you.

It was quite rare for Daichi to get carried away like that and honestly you were a little upset. After waiting for him all evening and worrying about him, you probably didn't deserve such a reaction. And you knew it, that's why you didn't bother to answer and got up without saying anything; you just wanted this day to end and you hurried back to bed. Yet you couldn't help but recall what he had said. He had almost implied that you had embarrassed him by calling him in front of his co-workers. His words were still ringing in your head and you were just fidgeting in bed, it was impossible to fall asleep even with the lights off.

The sound of running water ceased and was replaced by footsteps signaling that Daichi had finished his shower and was on his way to your room. Immediately you rolled over to your side and closed your eyes. You felt him slide gently between the sheets and take place beside you.

“I know you're not sleeping”. You were surprised to hear him speak but you didn't move an inch. Even though you weren't sleeping you didn't want to talk to him at all.

“I don't want us to go to bed without fixing things.”

“No answer? Okay, I hope you are listening to me then. I'm sorry, I know you were just worried and if I were you I would have done the same thing.” You could hear the regret in his voice but it didn't change the fact that he felt embarrassed in front of others just because you called him. You turned and laid on your back with your eyes glued to the ceiling.

“Okay. But you didn't want me to call you in front of your colleagues. Are you ashamed of me?” Your tone was much colder and dryer than his which was totally understandable as you were in fact hurt.

“No babe, I would never be embarrassed to be with someone as incredible as you, it's just... I know I was going to behave like a simp after I drank to the sound of your voice... And they would never have let me down with that at the station... That doesn't excuse my behavior. But I want you to know that I love you and I would never want to hide you or for you to stop paying attention to me.” He was totally sincere at the time. It's true that it was completely dumb of him to act that way, but he didn't want you to think that he was ashamed of you or anything. Slowly you turned to his side this time and he took the opportunity to put an arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. You could smell his shower gel and his body heat. Instinctively you felt better and much more reassured until you nested your head in the crook of his neck.

“I love you.” You murmured softly and closed your eyes serenely this time. He kissed you on your forehead which made you smile and put you to sleep with butterflies in your stomach.

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