#ophelia sparkle

[worgenbreath]

Opheliaverse

MLP Next Gen

Drawing Draconequui in this style was a bit of a learning curve, but I think I managed haha

Here is the immediate family of Twilight Sparkle and Discord within the Opheliaverse in birthing order:

Ophelia Sparkle age 25 years old

Persephone Eris age 23 years old 

Hodgepodge Harmony and Maelstrom Miasma age 10 yeas old

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I'm not sure if I want to make larger, linking family trees like I'm doing with my TLK au, I probably wont. I feel like the MLP lineage is easier to follow when compared to The Lion King, as familial links aren't as odd and headcanonny? (aside from my personal mayhem like Discord having a kid with Tree Hugger) BUT if a larger connected tree is something you'd be interested in seeing, just let me know and I'll consider doing it if it makes my MLP family trees easier to follow(:

#qatsby #mlp next gen #mlp next generation #my little pony #opheliaverse #mlp #draconequus #twilicord #twicord #twilight sparkle #discord #ophelia sparkle #persephone eris #hodgepodge harmony #maelstrom miasma #family tree #mlp fandom #mlp oc #mlp art #mlpfim

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#Random old outtakes for your pleasure.... #Sparkle Diamondsheart #Evan Thompson #Akin Lupei #Daniel Chase Hartwig #Thomas Capone #Rose Thompson #Robert Thompson #Alexander Thompson #Alex #Lily Ophelia Thompson #Congo Shaw #Gizmo Jensen #River D'Angelo #Rill #ts3 #sims3 #sims 3 #simblr #inbetweendreams

[thatfandomslut]

Captain Princess Ophelia

Reneé Rapp x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Trigger Warnings: just a lot of fluff, Shrek, and a cute pregnancy announcement

Request:

basically some fluff where r and renee take care of r niece, like, domestic cute stuff

Reneé Rapp requests are open.

Other accounts: hoe4flo | ghostyanne

Discords: Mean Girls | Mean Girls RP (in need of people)

(S/n) - Sister's Name

When (S/n) dropped off Ophelia, the first thing (Y/n)’s six-year-old niece did was run to Reneé , wrapping her arms around her aunt as she clung on excitedly. It was the first time Ophelia had visited since (Y/n) and Reneé  moved into their own place now that they were married. “Are you sure you’re okay to watch her over night?” (S/n) inquired, chewing on her bottom lip as Ophelia flung her body from Reneé  to the toy chest in their living room, something put there due to them knowing she was coming. They were the types of aunts to absolutely spoil their niece, and that was evident by the toys overflowing in the toy box.

“Of course,” (Y/n) smiled, ruffling Ophelia’s curls gently. She was always down to watch the girl. Since they moved, they had been a bit busier and hadn’t been able to visit yet. This was the perfect excuse to spend time with their favorite tiny terror. “We are going to order pizza for dinner, watch Ophelia’s favorite movies, play with toys. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. You deserve this night out with your husband. So, go have fun. I’ll send you several pictures of all the fun we’re going to have tonight.”

(S/n) hugged (Y/n) and Reneé  gratefully as she made her way over to Ophelia. She crouched down before hugging her daughter, despite her being uninterested due to all the new toys. “Be good for your aunties,” she kissed her cheek gently before heading towards the door. “Bye, everyone, I love you all. If you need anything, do not be afraid to call.” (S/n) spoke before finally exiting. (Y/n) locked the door behind her, not because of (S/n), but because of safety. She looked over at Ophelia who was engrossed in the Superman action figure, who she paired up with a President Barbie from the Barbie movie.

“Ophie,” she called, sitting beside her niece. It took a moment before the girl looked over at (Y/n) with a big, curious grin that exposed her dimples. “Auntie Reneé  and I have a surprise for you. Do you remember that princess dress that you wanted? We got it for you in the guest room. Would you like to check it out, sweetheart?”

Ophelia nodded excitedly as she followed her aunts to the bedroom. Reneé  put Ophelia’s purple unicorn suitcase in the room before picking up the green, sparkling dress. “It’s so pretty! Like Fiona,” she absolutely loved Shrek after (Y/n) and Reneé  decided to make sure that she was cultured and understood what true cinema was. Ever since then, she has wanted a sparkling version of Princess Fiona’s dress and a pet donkey. Hence why she had a Donkey stuffed animal on the bed alongside the dress. “Don-kay!” she squealed excitedly, pulling the stuffed toy into her arms.

“We have another surprise for you,” Reneé  said as (Y/n) helped Ophelia into the dress. “We have made snacks from Shrek, and we are going to watch all the Shrek movies.” Ophelia wanted to watch all of the movies the last time they were together, but they didn’t have the time. This time, they were going to have a sleepover and they got various snacks, healthier than not as requested by (S/n), to keep her on theme.

Ophelia was ecstatic. For someone who could bounce off the walls, she was an amazing movie watcher. She loved sitting in between (Y/n) and Reneé  during all of the movies they watched together. (Y/n) ordered the pizza as Reneé  set out the snacks. There were green apples with ogre ears poked into them (thank you Etsy), gingerbread men talentedly put together by one of (Y/n)’s friends, pretzel sticks cleverly renamed Swamp Logs (thank you Pinterest), and water with green food coloring that they deemed to be swamp water. Ophelia was absolutely living the life.

As the three sat together, lounging on the couch, (Y/n) couldn’t help but look over to Reneé  with a smile. They had waited patiently for the movies to end to share the news with Ophelia. She would be the first in the family to know what they were going to tell Ophelia. She was going to help them tell everyone else. As Shrek the Third ended, (Y/n) knew it was finally time. She was a bit nervous to tell Ophelia, but she knew that this idea was amazing.

“Hey, Ophie,” (Y/n) got her nieces attention. (Y/n) took a moment to think about how she wanted to tell her, Reneé  putting a hand on her shoulder softly. “You know how in this movie, Shrek and Fiona were having babies?” She questioned softly, wanting to explain slowly since she knew this was a big announcement. Ophelia nodded with a grin. “Well, I am also going to have a baby.”

Ophelia processed this slowly, in her own time. After all, she was only six. “So, then I’ll be an aunt, too?” she asked, looking at Reneé  who was behind her. She wasn’t understanding completely, but that was perfectly fine. (Y/n) and Reneé  wanted to take the time to explain this to her. They knew she was probably going to have several questions.

Reneé  grinned a bit at the question, gently putting a hand on Ophelia’s shoulder. “Even better,” she smirked playfully, “You’re going to be a big cousin. Which means, when (Y/n) has her baby, you’re going to have another friend to play with dolls and action figures. You can even show them Shrek. But, first, we need to ask for your help. Only you can help us.” She explained to the curly haired girl.

As the two explained to Ophelia more about the baby and told her about the plan, they gave her a shirt. It said ‘World’s Best Big Cousin” in pink font. When (S/n) went to pick up Ophelia the next day, that was the shirt she would be wearing as she ran to her mom and dad and gave them a big hug. She was taking the idea of being a big cousin as seriously as a six-year-old could. She loved the idea of having a little cousin to play with, her own baby. Though, they did have to explain that her baby cousin would be at their house and not hers.

“Oh, you got her a new shirt,” (S/n) said before gasping loudly. She looked at her younger sister in shock before passing Ophelia to her husband carefully. She then threw her arms around (Y/n) and Reneé  happily. “I am so happy for you, too! Please let me be there when you tell Mom and Dad.”

(Y/n) hugged her sister back as she gave Ophelia two thumbs up. “Even better, we have Captain Princess Ophelia, her new big cousin title, to help us.” She told (S/n). They wanted to make sure Ophelia had a big role so that she knew her aunts still loved her. This was something that (S/n) noticed, appreciated, and loved as she held onto her sister.

“You two are going to be the best parents,” (S/n) expressed happily, wiping away the tears from her face then (Y/n)’s. “I can’t believe I didn’t even notice. We just went out the other night and you refused your favorite night drink: a margarita.” The group shared a laugh as they got to working on how they would tell (Y/n) and (S/n)’s parents.

#renee rapp x reader #renee rapp

[in1-nutshell]

I am so sorry if I’m bombarding you with asks, but I just had an idea with Op’s daughter being the opposite and Meg’s daughter being the opposite

And my stupid brain just went “.. Hey! What if their both in the same universe, cuz why not lol-“ like that one BW post with Dinobot’s and Wasp’s sparklings! :3

Bonus: Maybe their both in a secret relationship as the years go by, and probably kept in touch (and secretly meet each other) when the war started. But lost contact/not keeping in touch when OP launched the all spark.

And extra bonus!: them revealing their secret relationship with the autobots when Meg’s daughter joined with the autobots :3

Okay, so I didn't add in the romance part of this because I believe that both Buddy's view each other more as siblings than anything else. If you are unhappy at this request, feel free to request something else when the inbox is open again.

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron's daughter and Optimus's daughter with the opposite personality, What if they lived in the same universe?

SFW, Platonic, Familial, mentions of injuries but nothing graphic, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Op Buddy name Maxima.

Megs Buddy name Ophelia.

Optimus has already found Maxima, and they have been living together for a while now.

Megatron comes to their home with the sparkling in his servos on night.

Maxima opens the door.

“Hi Megatronus! What brings you—”--Maxima

Maxima spots the tiny sparkling.

“Is that a…”--Maxima

Megatronus nods.

“She is—”--Megatronus

“Orion! I think Megatronus stolen someone’s sparkling!”--Maxima

“He what?!”--Orion

“I didn’t steal her!”--Megatronus

Maxima became transfixed with the tiny sparkling and took her in while the adults are talking.

Ophelia takes a liking to Maxima.

When Ophelia comes, Maxima helps around with the babysitting so Orion can do his work.

Many bots think that Pax adopted another sparkling.

Ratchet walking into the Halls.

“Orion? Orion—”--Ratchet

Ratchet stops when he sees Maxima cuddling a small sparkling to her chassis while reading a data pad.

“Hello Ratchet, is there something you needed to tell me about?”--Orion

“That’s not important right now. Did you adopt another sparkling? You already have Maxima, I didn’t figure for one to get more.”--Ratchet

“No, Ophelia isn’t mine.”--Orion

Ratchet looks at Ophelia who is tilting her helm in confusion at Maxima, the same way Orion is tilting his.

“…Sure, she’s not yours.”--Ratchet

“She’s not. She’s Megatronus’s sparkling.”--Orion

“Ha! Like that brute of a gladiator—”--Ratchet

“Orion?”--Megatronus

Ophelia perks up and waves her servos at Megatronus in joy.

“You were saying?”--Orion

“… You win this round Pax.”--Ratchet

Ratchet loved his little nieces.

No matter how annoying they may get or get on his nerves, he loves them to bits.

Plus, they both liked helping him in the infirmary by disinfecting some of the tools at the end of the day.

Ophelia becomes Maxima’s shadow.

She wants to be like her one day.

Maxima goes where Ophelia goes when she can find a loophole in the babysitting rules.

The most common loophole was Maxima wanting to make sure Ophelia was safe in the quarters while Megatron and Soundwave were busy.

Soundwave rather enjoyed babysitting Ophelia and Maxima when they came around.

He often looked after the two whenever Megatronus was busy with some work, not that he minded too much.

As the pair got older, Maxima’s protective levels had gone through the roof seeing as she was getting bigger and Ophelia grew a bit, staying small.

Maxima watched her step while Ophelia was running around them.

Maxima looks at Orion.

“If I ever did this too you when I was smaller, I deeply apologize.”--Maxima

“It was nothing—”--Orion

“She’s so small! How can I make sure I don’t squish her?!”--Maxima

Later that day…

“Thank you again Orion. Where’s Ophelia?”--Megatronus

“She should be with Maxima. Maxima! Ophelia needs to go now.”--Orion

Maxima walks in with Ophelia strapped to her chassis with some magnets.

“Hi Megatronus! I found a way to not step on Ophelia!”--Maxima

Ophelia just smiles in encouragement.

The day of the Senate meeting was one neither daughter was going to forget.

Maxima and Ophelia were outside with Uncle Soundwave.

Soundwave needed to go see someone for a second before leaving the pair alone.

It wouldn’t be for long, a minute at most.

 The pair will never forget the enraged look on Megatron’s face when he comes storming out.

Maxima has a bad feeling about what happened there.

Maxima carefully puts Ophelia behind her.

“Megatronus? Megatronus what happened? Where’s Orion?”--Maxima

Megatron sneers at Maxima.

Both are shocked by this tone.

Megatron grabs Ophelia’s servo.

She squirms as his grip tightens.

“Megatronus’s your hurting m. Where’s Uncle Orion?”--Ophelia

“He is no longer your uncle.”--Megatron

He marches with Ophelia in his grip.

Maxima comes over and takes Ophelia’s servo.

“Megatronus you’re hurting her!”--Maxima

Megatron stops to look at her.

“Megatro—”--Maxima

SLAM!

Maxima’s frame goes flying over the barrier from the swift kick to the bot’s chassis.

“MAXIMA!”--Ophelia

“Megatron quickly grabs her under his arm and runs.

Maxima is falling off the building’s platform to the city below.

Something catches her pede right before hitting the floor.

She looks up to see a familiar faceplate.

“Soundwave?”--Maxima

Soundwave carefully places her down before flying off.

Maxima crawls to the wall of the alley and leans back on the wall.

There is a sizeable dent on her chassis with some sparks.

She tries to stand but falls.

“Maxima?! Maxima! Maxima can you hear me?!”--Ratchet

Maxima looks up.

“Ratchet? Ratchet over here!”--Maxima

Ratchet runs over to Maxima who starts crying seeing him.

“What happened?”--Ratchet

“Meg—Meg—Megatronus he—he…”--Maxima

Ratchet traces slightly the dent causing Maxima to wince.

“He did this?”--Ratchet

Maxima nods sadly.

“He took Ophelia Ratchet. He took Ophelia…”--Maxima

Maxima eventually gets reunited with Orion who looked scared to death seeing the dent on her chassis.

So close to her spark…

But she doesn’t care, right now she wants Ophelia.

“As soon as I get back to tip top shape, I’m going to get Ophelia.”--Maxima

“Maxima…”--Orion

“What?”--Maxima

“Maxima, we haven’t had any contact from either of them since the meeting.”--Ratchet

“Then… then we find them. Yeah, then we can take Ophelia…”--Maxima

Maxima tries to get up, but Orion pushes her down.

“No! Let me up! She’s my main priority! She needs me! I need her! She’s—She’s…”--Maxima

Maxima falls back to the berth.

Ratchet holding the wires.

“She needs to sleep…”--Ratchet

Orion nods and gently pats his daughter’s helm and slightly grieves for Ophelia, wherever she may be right now.

During the war, Maxima tried and get in contact with Ophelia multiple times.

No luck.

She even went as far as go on her own to rescue her, that’s how she ended up with half her pede blown off.

Time on earth…

Maxima still wants to try and break in to see Ophelia.

She worries a lot.

Was she even still online?

No, she was. There was still hope to hold onto.

One night Maxima makes another attempt to rescue Ophelia.

She managed to slip into a groundbrigde some of the Vechicons were using.

Maxima quietly sneaked around the Nemesis in search of Ophelia.

That’s when the screams started.

Maxima went to investigate.

The screams turned to pleas and now Maxima was running.

She passes several Vechicons on her way there, but they don’t do anything to her, if anything they were letting her pass.

Maxima was now in front of the door.

Maxima kicks down the door with her canons out.

Megatron was standing over a slightly older Ophelia.

Ophelia had multiple slashes and dents on her armor.

Megatron’s pede was square on her chassis.

Both of them are surprised to see her.

“Maxima?”--Megatron

“Maxima!”--Ophelia

Maxima readies her canons with fury in her optics.

“Megatron. I’m only going to tell you this one time and one time only. Let her go.”--Maxima

Ophelia whines a bit as he adds a bit more pressure on her chassis.

“And what makes you think I am going to listen to you.”--Megatron

“You’re hurting your own sparkling! Get off of her or I WILL use force!”--Maxima

Megatron scoffs.

“As if—”--Megatron

Maxima shoots him straight in the chassis and tackles him to the floor off of Ophelia.

Ophelia quickly moves out of the way as the two fight.

When it looked like Megatron was going to strike down, Maxima kicked him to the far corner of the room.

Maxima, despite bleeding from the multiple slashed and dents grabs Ophelia and runs out.

“Its great to see you again!”--Maxima

“To see me? I thought you were dead!”--Ophelia

“It takes more than a kick to get rid of me!”--Maxima

There are definitely more Vechicons around, but they pretend nothing happened or just move out of the way.

Knockout even told them the right direction to run.

The pair makes it to the main room.

Maxima places a bunch of obstacles in front of the main entrance as Ophelia manages to make a temporary groundbrigde working. One that would be quick and have no record in the database.

Soundwave stands by the main entrance.

Maxima aims her canons at him ready for another fight despite how much damage her frame was already in.

He just nods at Ophelia and leaves, closing the room’s door.

Maxima is confused by all of this but knows to ask questions later.

“Okay the bridge is ready!”--Ophelia

Maxima leans off the wall and walks to Ophelia.

“About time. Now lets—”--Maxima

“MAXIMA! OPHELIA!”--Megatron

Ophelia freezes in utter fear as the sounds of pede steps get closer.

Maxima grabs Ophelia and starts heading to the bridge as Megatron comes into the room.

He yells as he fires his fusion canon into the closing portal.

On the other side, the two fall down on the desert ground.

Ophelia looks at the night sky in amazement.

“We did it? We did it! Maxima we did it!”--Ophelia

“Yeah… we…”--Maxima

A heavy groan escapes Maxima’s mouth as she struggles to stand up.

Maxima quickly comes over to see what was wrong.

To her horror she saw Maxima’s shoulder bleeding profusely.

Megatron shot her.

“Maxima! Don’t worry I’ll think of something!”--Ophelia

Maxima groans in pain trying to keep her and Ophelia calm.

“Well, this sucks.”--Maxima

“Stop it! Save your energy. You’re going to make it. You didn’t come all this way to save me just to offline just like that!”--Ophelia

Maxima gives her a weak smile.

She reaches for her waist and pushes a button.

“SOS button. They’ll be here soon…”--Maxima

Ophelia does her best to try and slow the energon leaking from Maxima’s shoulder.

“…You got bigger?”--Maxima

Ophelia laughs weakly.

“Yeah… Yeah I got bigger.”--Ophelia

“No… stay small.”--Maxima

“I’m a minibot Maxima. I’m not getting any bigger.”--Ophelia

“Yeah…”--Maxima

“Maxima?”--Ophelia

“…”--Maxima

“Maxima!”--Ophelia

“…”--Maxima

MAXIMA!”--Ophelia

The groundbrigde opens up.

Ophelia hugs Maxima’s helm thinking that it could be the Decepticon’s.

Out comes Optimus and Ratchet with wide optics.

“HELP HER! HELP HER!”--Ophelia

Optimus wastes no time in carefully picking up Maxima’s frame while Ophelia ran with Ratchet into the groundbrigde.

Optimus puts Maxima down on the med slab as Ratchet gets everything ready to begin the patch work.

Ophelia was sobbing clutching Maxima’s limp servo.

Optimus tried to get Ophelia away from Maxima so Ratchet could work but she flinches thinking he was going to attack.

Optimus bends down to Ophelia’s level.

Ophelia is clinging onto Maxima’s servo shaking like a leaf.

He notices the similar slashes and dents on her frame as well.

“Little one, I am going to pick up now. Is that okay?”--Optimus

Ophelia hesitates but nods slowly letting go of Maxima’s servo.

Optimus carries her to the med slab beside Maxima.

“Did Megatron do this. To the both of you?”--Optimus

Ophelia nods feeling more tears come out.

Optimus slowly goes to hug Ophelia, but she just jumps straight into his arms seeing as he was trying to hug her.

Once Ratchet tells them that Maxima is stable and just needs rest the others come in as Ophelia lets out some tears of relief.

Ratchet looks over her wounds and notices similar dents and slashes to Maxima’s.

He looks at Optimus for confirmation, he nods back.

Ratchet’s spark sinks as he patches up Ophelia and notices the older wounds that had to be addressed.

Optimus made sure to let the team know what had happened and about Ophelia���s situation, with her knowledge of course.

The team makes some attempts to introduce themselves and get to know Ophelia, something that Ophelia is grateful for.

The next morning Maxima wakes up to Ophelia clutching her servo and with a new autoboot badge on her shoulder.

Maxima smiles tiredly at Ophelia squeezing her servo slightly.

“I told you it takes more than that to take me down.”--Maxima

Ophelia lets out a small laugh.

“Yeah, that’s what I get for doubting you again, huh?”--Ophelia

Maxima smiles but winces a bit.

Optimus comes into view.

“Hey…”--Maxima

Optimus pats Maxima’s helm gently.

“Despite going against orders and commands, you did bring back a piece of our family. Well, done Maxima.”--Optimus

Maxima’s optics slowly close.

Ophelia gets worried.

“Maxima?”--Ophelia

Ratchet walking over with the wires.

“She’s fine, just needs some rest.”—Ratchet

Ophelia smiles and gently holds Maxima’s servo as she too gently goes to sleep.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader #tfp megatron #tfp optimus prime

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Act two

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort but not really, Ophelia is trash, Larissa is bbygirl, lesbians being lesbians, awkward

Pt1: Andromeda

Larissa awaited as the parents rolled in, she greeted each with a smile before she saw Andromeda and Wednesday walking. Her breath caught in her throat you were still just as gorgeous as you had been during your time at Nevermore.

You smiled softly once you caught sight of the blonde, the girls rolling their eyes Larissa was quick to make an appearance. “Y/n, It’s been forever but I’m so glad to see you again” her eyes sparkled never once dimming with Morticia’s side comments.

“Likewise Larissa” your voice was soft as your hands rested on the girl’s shoulders “It’s been too long” it was becoming awkward. Morticia cleared her throat “moving along with the pleasantries the girls had something they wanted to show us”.

Gomez nodded like a lost dog, “well I guess I’ll see you later” you nodded before Andromeda had dragged you off in tow of Wednesday. Larissa was surprised not to have Ophelia with you but she noted the wedding rings on your necklace.

-

You didn’t see much of the blonde during the day until after dark, you stood on the dock where you both would once sit watching the stars. “I see you kept your promise” Larissa called as she neared closer, her eyes shining in the dim light.

“I wasn’t going to name Andy that at first but Ophelia insisted it” you sighed not turning around “you never came to the wedding”. Larissa’s brows furrowed “Wedding? Y/n/n I was never invited to a wedding” she spoke softly as stood by your side “I wrote out the invitations and Ophelia sent them out” .

“I’m telling you that I never got an invite but maybe it’s best I hadn’t gone” she breathed out looking down at you “why’s that?” You asked almost sadly. “I probably would’ve tried to stop the wedding” Larissa shrugged, you didn’t know how to feel before the blonde pulled you to sit with her.

“You couldn’t have Morticia so would go after Ophelia?” You scoffed you were angry but you weren’t understanding the underlining of Larissa’s words. “It was never about them Y/n” her hand found your thigh “sure I had chased after Morticia at one stage but she wasn’t as gorgeous as you, she didn’t make my breath catch and words disappear she wasn’t you”.

You turned to face the woman “I was in love with you but I knew I would never stand a chance, I never stood a chance with Tish either but… it was you who I had wanted. Ophelia knew that hell everyone besides you knew, but I was a coward then and the night I asked you to the Raven I knew it was a loss and I was too late”

“Ophelia had won the girl we were both fighting for, while I took lessons from Morticia she buttered you up. I was scared of rejection because who in their right mind would even date me” she laughed but it wasn’t humorous. “Me” you stated looking at her with tears in her eyes “Larissa I had loved you and I told you that night but it wasn’t the same anymore, I thought I was- that you wanted Morticia because oh god” you cried. “I had hated myself and you were so gorgeous and Tish was stunning but now my life has fallen to shit Lissa” you sobbed breaking the blondes heart.

“What do you do when pretty isn’t pretty enough?”

“Ophelia didn’t love me at first but we made it work after we had Andy, we fell in and out of love for many years until she passed” Larissa pulled you into her side “I’m sorry for your loss” she whispered kissing your head. “It’s okay, I’m sorry for rambling” you blinked tears away “it’s nothing really” Larissa smiled before her eyes glimmered.

You both sat silently for a moment “would you like to go to the wethervane tomorrow? I believe I still owe you that date” you nodded softly as you leaned into her warmth.

The next day you both delved deeper into your lives from since you had left Nevermore, Ophelia had been a doctor and you were now a writer. While Larissa had gone to Cambridge and then set a new start at Nevermore, you had gotta married young and had Andromeda not long after. Larissa never married or had children, that was a life she only saw with you she told herself what a dream to come home every day to a family and you more so.

Larissa’s gaze never wavered the entire morning as you spoke “would you do it again?” She asked softly “I wouldn’t have Andromeda otherwise” you shrugged with a sad smile. “She’s everything to me, the good and bad. I wouldn’t know a life without her she’s my girl”.

The blonde nodded along “although I did often wonder what it would have been like if I never married Ophelia. If I accepted your request to the Raven would I still have Andy I was so hurt, Lissy. You really hurt me and I let you willingly carve my heart like it was clay, I love you Larissa I really do- did but it didn’t stop my fantasies”

"I often wondered too, if I had swallowed my fears and asked you from the start would we be here? sitting so closely at the wethervane as if the years hadn't passed us. would we have children of our own or would you become that famous ballerina you had dreamed of being, I paid attention even when you thought I wasn't like when you changed from glasses to contacts. I prefer the glasses they seemed more natural and I got to see your hands more as they adjusted them. I listened to every career choice you had over the years and although I want to change the outlook of normies and outcasts a very selfish part of me"

Larissa swallowed hard "Made me stay at Nevermore hoping that you would have a child it didn't matter who with as long as I would get to see you one last time". You looked at her with tears in your eyes but a goofy grin "You're the principal Larissa, you could've just held a reunion but you truly are the sweetest soul I have ever met and I'm sorry I didn't try to reach out my geeky girl".

"Do you think we could ever try again?" she asked with a light blush as she ducked her head slightly "Slowly but surely"

#imagine #wlw #gwendoline christie oneshot #angst #wednesday 2022 #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems #larissa weems imagine #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Thinking so hard about a Cal X reader where they do like a couples interview together of how well they know the other!!! Favorite romance movie, food, color, etc! 💖💖

Co-Stars pt.18

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: Y/n and Callum have an interview together and the internet loves it.

Warning: None.

Word count: 450 words.

Y/n was sitting next to Callum, she was holding a white board to write her answers. ‘’Hi everyone! I’m Callum Turner and this is my wife, Y/n, and today…’’ he forgot what he was going to say, making Y/n laugh. ‘’And today we’re going to see if we know each other.’’ Y/n finishes. ‘’What is their favorite color?’’ someone off screen asks. ‘’Easy’’ they both say at the same time. They both write their answers on the board before waiting for the count down. ‘’3,2,1’’ they turn their board and look at what they wrote. ‘’Yeah! It’s Y/f/c’’ Y/n laughs as she looks at the filming crew. ‘’She’s right, my favorite color is Y/e/c because it reminds me of her eyes.’’ He smiles. They both smile at each other before wiping away the board. ‘’Who found your daughters’ names?’’ they both giggle, thinking the same thing. They both write quickly on the board before turning it around. Seeing they wrote the same thing, they started to laugh. ‘’We wrote ‘both’ because I thought of the name Daisy and Ophelia and Callum thought about their middle name, which is the name of his mother split in two, Rosemary, so our daughters name are Daisy Rose and Ophelia Mary’’ Y/n smiles. ‘’Exactly’’ Callum agrees. ‘’That’s so cute’’ one person said off screen.

‘’What is their feature that you find most attractive’’ Y/n started to giggle like a child as she began writing on the board. When it was time to turn it, she was curious to see what Callum wrote. ‘The way her eyes sparkle when she talks about something she’s passionate about’ that was what he wrote. She blushed and showed him her board. ‘His hands’ Y/n began laughing. ‘’You wrote something that was cute, and I just said your hands’’ she laughed. ‘’It’s alright, love, I wrote something cute because I couldn’t say the real thing’’ he whispered, making her laugh even more. ‘’What is their biggest flaw?’’ Y/n thought for a second before writing on the board. ‘’What do you mean I’m stubborn?’’ Y/n asked when she saw what Callum wrote. ‘’You are stubborn, love, but I love that about you. Hey, you don’t hear me complain about the fact that you wrote that I fall asleep everywhere!’’ he laughs.

The interview was filled with laughter and giggling on Y/n’s part. The interview proved to the world that Callum and Y/n were the best couple, and they knew each other. Fans were drooling over them, the video quickly got famous and had about 13 million views. Y/n couldn’t believe that they were going viral, Callum was just laughing about it. Either way, it just proved that Y/n and Callum were the it couple right now.

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine #actress!reader

[the-offside-rule]

Lando Norris - Ophelia

Requested: yes via wattpad

Prompt: ophelia by the Lumineers

Warnings: none

Lando sat with his eyebrows knotted in confusion listening to the same song for the ninth time in the last hour. You, a music student had to uncover the meaning behind a song and of course, you chose a song that was shooting around your head. Ophelia. It baffled Lando how the hell you were getting all this information from a three minute song but he watched you and stayed with you nonetheless. "So what is it about again?" he asked, wanting to understand. "It's about falling in love with fame. 'Ophelia' is a metaphor for fame. For example, he says in the song that when he was younger he fell in love with Ophelia, remember this is the idea of fame but now he knows how laborious fame was at the time but now that he does know, he should have known there were consequences to fame."

This hit Lando deep down. He got it completely with his own struggles with his fame but what he still couldn't grasp was how the hell you managed to get that. "So I get that Ophelia represents fame but how did you get all that from a name?" he asked. Lando loved listening to youu talking. If he could, it would be all he would listen to. "Well think about it Lando, from a very young age he dreamed of this Ophelia. He continues on to say that Ophelia is now his girlfriend and he feels like she is on top. I think this means that when he was first in this relationship of sorts, it was amazing. Fame was exciting but as he continues on, he realizes that fame isn't all that its cut out to be and wishes he could leave but he can't." You explained as simply as you could. "Or he could have had a crush on his babysitter and learned about the harsh reality of love?" Either way, this song was really sticking out to Lando as a relatable song. You see, Lando was in fact immensely in love with you but of course, you didn't know as all the signs flew over your head. "So what does 'The Flood' mean and why is it important?" he asked once again. "What makes you think it's important?"

"Well you have it underlined and circled." he replied, pointing at the notebook. You didn't want to admit it, but you couldn't understand what the flood was. What was the purpose of it? "You don't know, do you?" Lando laughed. You shook your head, slightly embarrassed. "Well, you said all this has something to do with fame right?" You nodded your head again and Lando continued on. "What if the flood is referring to when the band finally got famous or something like that. A swarm of support suddenly." It clicked in your mind. Lando was right. You squealed and jumped into your friend's arms. "Lando Norris! You genius! I could kiss you right now!"

"Well I wouldn't be opposed to that idea." You almost froze as his words registered onto your mind. You looked up at him, not exactly knowing what to expect. "What did you just say?" you asked. "You know what I said." he responded quietly. You sat up properly and looked at him with mixed emotions. "Lando, talk to me. You know what happened last time you didn't talk to me." you told him, rubbing his hand with your thumb. "I think I'm in love with you." he muttered. You couldn't form words into your mouth. He loved you? Was he being serious? By the looks of it, he was. Now what do you say? What does one do after something like this? "You aren't joking are you?" you asked him, slightly worried that you were being mad fun of. "I'd never joke about something like this, you know that."

"Yes Lando, but I'm just after finding out my best friend loved me back." Lando's shoulders slumped until he realised what you said. 'loved me back'. These feelings weren't one way? "So you love me too?" he asked, a glimmer of hope sparkling in his eye. "Of course I do! I thought I was making it obvious." The two of you just sat awkwardly for a few moments, still processing what happened. They both confessed how they felt. Okay, cool, cool. Now what? "Lando?" He looked over to you and hummed. "Why would you pick me?" He was taken back by the question. There were so many things but he had to tell you something. "You're absolutely gorgeous." he replied, almost breathlessly. You scoffed. "As if. I think you need glasses." Lando didn't know what came over him, but he cupped your cheek and brought your head around to look at him. You gazed into his eyes and felt instantly relieved and at home. "Y/n, you're beautiful. You may not be a model but to me, you are perfect. You're smart, you just figured out an entire storyline of a song by listening to lyrics that make it sound like a love song. You're funny, your smile is contagious, you will actually listen to me, you are perfect. You just need to let me show you that you are. Please just give me that chance."

You felt your heart flutter. He was genuine. You could tell by his tone of voice and how he was acting. He genuinely meant it. "Lando-" Youu were cut off by a small peck to your lips. Your eyes widened as you and Lando just shared a look. Did he just kiss you? Oh my god, he did! "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Lando rambled on about how sorry he was that it didn't even give you any time to comprehend what happened or even come up wotth an answer. "D-don't worry about it." was all you could come up with. Lando blinked atv youu a few times. "So you aren't mad?" he asked, a bit unsure. "Mad? Why on earth would I be mad?" you asked through a laugh. "Well I don't know, maybe because you might have had second thoughts in the last five minutes." You laughed for a while. "I love you Lando Norris. I really, really love you." Lando felt everything finally piece together. "And I love you too." he smiled. "Well then, that settles it then." You said. "Be a darling and grab me a cup of tea. I'm parched." and with that you returned to your work. "I'm your darling. Of course I'm going to make you some tea." Her darling. He liked the sound of that. He wondered how long he could stay as her darling for and the only answer that was acceptable for him was forever.

#f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #lando norris one shot #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris imagines #lando norris

[worgenbreath]

What a well adjusted young demigod who definitely doesn't have an obsessive interest in a certain rockstar pony's life 🥰

#mlpfim #mlp nex gen #mlp next generation #work in progress #qatsby #ophelia sparkle #opheliaverse

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

#Some more random out of context old screens........ #Congo Shaw #River D'Angelo #Rill #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Andycorn #Evan Thompson #Sparkle Diamondsheart #Alexander Thompson #Alex #Daniel Chase Hartwig #Lily Ophelia Thompson #Paul Shaw #ts3 #sims3 #sims 3 #simblr #inbetweendreams

[weemssapphic]

Would you be willing to write Larissa Weems x nb!teacher!reader smut (still female anatomy though, but without a focus on r’s chest please) where they are watching the school play/musical and Larissa starts teasing reader? Like caresses on the inside of r’s thigh, inching dangerously close to their clit, etc., to the point that they have to leave to go fuck it out somewhere else (you can choose where exactly). And if you could, maybe strong praise kink with dom!Larissa? I love your writing so much omg omg omg it’s so good!!

hello! thank you for the request, and the compliment! <3 i had fun writing it so i hope you have just as much fun reading it and that it lives up to your expectations. also Enid is clearly my favorite Nevermore student so SUE me lmao. as always, ao3 link is in the title! ^^ warnings/content: nsfw (cunnilingus - Larissa receiving, fingering - reader receiving), dom!larissa, teasing/edging, semi-public sexual activity, praise kink, mentions of marking/scratching

words: ~3.9k

when the lights go down

“Hey, you’re gonna do great, okay? I promise!” Enid was practically trembling under your gaze, eyes wide, and you pulled her into a tight hug. As the teacher in charge of Ophelia Hall, you’d grown close to the young girl in your past year at Nevermore. She saw you as a bit of a mentor, often staying after class to help you clean up your classroom and ask you for advice, which you happily gave her - she reminded you a bit of your childhood best friend. You found yourself biting back wide grins as she would recount the latest gossip about her peers, always bursting with more energy in a single second than you thought you’d ever had in your entire life.

Other students bustled around the two of you as you stood backstage, when the lights out in the auditorium began to dim. 

“I gotta go okay, and you’d better get back in the dressing room. Break a leg, kid,” you gave her a final smile and pushed her towards the girl’s dressing room, waving to some of your other students who were huddled behind the curtain and giving them a thumbs up before sneaking out the back. You hurried your way through the hallways and slipped into the auditorium, scanning the rows for a place to sit.

The entire front row was reserved for the teachers and your heart skipped a beat at the fact that the only empty seat left was next to none other than your boss, Larissa Weems. 

“Hi,” you were breathless when you arrived at the seat. “Is this seat taken?”

“I should hope so,” Larissa looked up at you, her smile blinding, gesturing for you to sit.

“Enid’s very nervous,” you whispered in her ear, committing the way her eyes crinkled at the outer corner to memory.

“Miss Sinclair will be excellent. I’ve played Audrey myself, in fact -”

Oh? You wanted to probe her further on this revelation, but your conversation was cut short by the overture of that night’s show - Little Shop of Horrors.

The students were fabulous of course. Enid had nothing to worry about - the second she began her solo in “Skid Row (Downtown)”, you knew her worries were for naught. You couldn’t help but glance up at the blonde sitting next to you, wondering how she might have sounded in the same part. She was watching the stage with rapt attention, lips parted slightly, eyes sparkling.

Your cheeks warmed as sapphire eyes met yours in the darkness - you’d been caught staring. You averted your gaze back to the stage, trying your hardest to focus on your students and the production they were putting on - not that it wasn’t spectacular, truly. But your thoughts kept wandering back to a certain blonde principal, whose body heat you could practically feel radiating off of her at such a close proximity.

To how she would look gracing the stage with her regal presence, to how her angelic voice would sound crooning out some melody or other (you hadn’t known she could sing, foolishly hadn’t presumed she was into musical theater - what else didn’t you know about her?). To how lovely she looked tonight, a string of pearls kissing the smooth skin of her neck, a cream-colored dress caressing every curve of her body.

Christ, stop it. You chanced another glance at the blonde - only to realize she wasn’t watching the musical at all. She was watching you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Larissa?” You felt utterly exposed under her gaze. 

“I feel I’ve flustered you,” she whispered, ducking her head so no one else would hear her. You could see amusement sparkle in her eyes.

“I’ve just been trying to picture you as Audrey this whole time,” you whispered back, reveling in the giggle she had to suppress at your comment. You’d never heard Larissa Weems giggle before, much less been the reason for a giggle of hers - you wanted to commit the sound to memory, to take it to your grave as a treasured gift.

“I knew it,” she smirked. “I promise I’ll tell you all about it sometime, darling.” You couldn’t help but notice how her voice dropped a bit at the pet name, subtly yet still noticeably. She placed a reassuring hand just above your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, and it took every ounce of willpower not to openly shiver at the touch. 

You turned your attention back to the stage, acutely aware of how Larissa’s thumb began to trace soothing circles on the inside of your thigh. At first, you weren’t sure she was aware she was doing it, when you peered at her out of the corner of your eye and she was watching the current song “Mushnik & Son” as if it were the most riveting thing she’d ever seen.

It soon became apparent, however, that she was more than aware of her actions, when her hand shifted higher on your thigh, subtly but definitely higher. Her thumb pressed insistently into the flesh of your inner thigh and you had to suppress a moan, cheeks burning brightly in the dark auditorium. 

Ms. Thornhill, who was sitting to your right, turned to look at you with furrowed brows, and you sputtered out a weak cough in an attempt to conceal the moan that had peeled from your chest moments before. 

You were disappointed to note the sudden absence of Larissa’s hand on your leg, cursing yourself for ruining the moment. Great. Now she won’t touch you for the rest of the evening.

“Sorry, Marilyn, I think I’m getting sick,” you shot her an apologetic glance, clearing your throat awkwardly.

Her eyes searched your face for a moment before her features softened, her hand giving your shoulder a sympathetic squeeze before she turned her attention back to the stage. You let out a defeated sigh and slumped back into your seat, stewing in your own misery at the desperate, building ache between your thighs. 

The fabric of your slacks shifted slightly as Larissa’s fingers returned to their former position, continuing their tantalizing ministrations. What was Larissa doing? Surely this woman would be the death of you… Her palm was warm against your leg and a fresh wave of arousal pooled at the apex of your thighs as you shifted in your seat in an urgent attempt to gain some sort of friction to relieve the tension building in your core.

Larissa’s hand caressed the top of your thigh, stopping just shy of your center, coming to rest. She leaned back in her seat as Enid began to croon out “Somewhere That’s Green” and you huffed in frustration, the coil behind your navel wound tight. You glowered up at Larissa until she finally, mercifully, looked down at you, eyes darkened with desire.

You bucked your hips up into her hand, forcing her fingertips to brush against your clit. She sucked in a breath, eyes darting down to your lap then up to the stage, as if contemplating something.

Her lips brushed against your ear, breath fanning across your neck, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as goosebumps erupted on your skin. Her voice was low and breathy as she murmured in your ear. “Follow me in 2 minutes, darling.”

With that, she stood and left the auditorium. You watched her go, mesmerized by the sway of her hips, slightly dizzy as you wrestled with your own desire. 

The longest 2 minutes of your life.

Once you were sure you’d waited long enough, you followed Larissa’s path out of the auditorium. As soon as the door swung shut behind you, a pair of strong arms pinned you to the wall of the hallway and a warm mouth latched onto your skin, peppering open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. Larissa’s body pressed flush against yours, trapping you between her and the wall.

“Rissa,” you whimpered as one of her thighs came between yours and pressed into your center. You felt as if you were burning alive from the inside, desperate for her touch and already absolutely drenched.

“Shhh,” Larissa silenced you with a searing kiss, swiping at your lips with her tongue. You moaned into her mouth and she nipped gently at your lower lip. 

“Come with me,” Larissa threaded her fingers between your own, the close contact sending a shiver up your spine, and began a brisk pace down the hallway. You followed in a daze, hardly able to believe your luck. 

You’d harbored a crush on the woman since you’d started at Nevermore. Well… to call it a crush would be a bit of an understatement. You were quite sure you were in love with her. Everything about her drew you in - the soft, almost maternal smiles she would give passing students, the little creases that would form between her eyebrows when she was deep in thought, the way she seemed to be able to calm your nerves with nothing more than a hand on your shoulder and a whispered praise in your ear.

But she was your boss, for fuck’s sake. Not to mention intelligent, stunning, put-together, a consummate professional… Why would she be interested in you? And yet here she was, dragging you down the hallway to… your own classroom? 

Larissa fished her master key out of the pocket of her blazer and unlocked your door, all but pushing you into the classroom, locking the door behind the two of you.

“Don’t you look simply divine tonight?” Larissa husked, inching towards you like a tiger stalking their prey. You stepped back out of instinct, bumping into your desk. You couldn’t even the count the number of times you’d sat at that very desk, picturing yourself bent over it as Larissa towered over you, fucking you into oblivion. And here you were…

You gulped audibly, every nerve-ending in your body alight, heat pooling in your core. Larissa’s pupils were wide, eyes darkened with lust in a way you’d only seen in your wildest fantasies. 

She stopped in front of you, her breath warm and delicious on your face, raising the hairs on your arms. “I have wanted you since I first met you, my darling.” You whimpered, reaching out desperately and rather pathetically to pull Larissa towards you by the lapels of her blazer, rushing to crash your lips together. You felt the blonde smile against your lips, her hands coming to rest on your waist. 

“Tell me, can you be good for me tonight? Do you want this just as much as I do?” Her whispers against your lips shot straight to your cunt.

“Yes, Larissa, god yes. I want this.” Larissa smirked, sliding the blazer from her shoulders to reveal bare arms, pale skin dusted with light freckles that you’d never been privy to before. You traced them with your eyes, struck by the sudden sense of intimacy you felt clawing at your heart. 

A whimper clawed its way from your throat as a warm hand cupped your cheek, forcing your eyes to meet sapphire pools, swimming with lust. The pad of her thumb grazed over your bottom lip, dragging it down then letting go, her eyes watching intently as it snapped back into place.

You found yourself white-knuckling the desk behind you in an attempt to keep your knees from giving out as Larissa’s fingers began to toy with the button of your slacks, her teeth sinking into her lip in question. “May I?” 

“Do you have to ask?” Your voice was hoarse as you tried to rasp out an answer. The salacious smirk you received in return had you nearly melting on the spot, and Larissa wasted no time in dragging the slacks down your legs, nails raking at tender flesh on their way down. 

Larissa pulled you in for a heated kiss, teeth and tongues clashing, picking you up to set you on the edge of your desk. She rounded the desk until she was behind you, pulling you back against her until you could feel the swell of her breasts pressing deliciously into your back. 

Larissa’s hot breath ghosted over your neck as she nibbled on your earlobe, before her lips latched onto your pulse point. Her hands soothed over your torso, moving lower and lower until her right hand finally dipped between your thighs, knuckles brushing the damp patch at the center of your underwear. You felt a groan from Larissa’s chest vibrate against your spine.

“So wet already and I haven’t even touched you yet?” The low timbre of her voice caused a fresh wave of arousal to leak out of your core.

“Larissa, I-I need you, you have no idea,” you hissed as her fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your underwear and teased your entrance.

“I think I may have an idea, my darling,” the blonde cooed, finally applying the pressure you’d been searching for as she swiped two fingers up your slit. You moaned, bucking your hips up just as her fingers reached your throbbing clit.

She began to massage the bundle of nerves, drawing a series of moans from your lips as her own lips focused on your neck, your jaw, your shoulder, leaving little bite marks which she soothed with her tongue.

“Rissa, please, I need more,” you gasped, rolling your hips in time with her fingers in search of more friction. 

You could feel Larissa’s smile against the bare skin of your shoulder as her fingers dipped lower, spreading your folds on their way to your dripping hole. She dipped the tip of a finger into your entrance, immediately letting out a groan directly into your ear.

“I love how wet you are for me.” Her finger dipped further into your core, pumping slowly in and out, before adding a second finger, stretching you out.

“You take me so well, my love,” Larissa cooed, her thumb coming up to continue drawing languid circles around your aching clit. Long, slender fingers curled into your sweet spot and you arched into Larissa’s touch, hips twitching. 

Larissa could sense that you were getting close as your walls began to clench around her fingers, drawing them further into you, as your thighs began to tremble. She withdrew her fingers from your cunt, tracing your entrance with the pads of her fingers as she slowed her pace on your clit to languid strokes.

You whined at the loss of contact, bucking your hips up as the coil behind your navel twisted almost painfully.

“What do you say, darling?” The blonde teased.

“P-please,” you didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you needed Larissa inside of you again.

“Please, what?” She peppered soft kisses down the side of your neck, fingers gliding through your wetness so lightly you almost felt you were imagining her touch.

You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately rutting your hips against the air. “Please fuck me, I-I need you inside.”

Larissa’s fingers pressed more firmly now, giving in and providing you with more friction. She slid back inside you, curling her fingers just so as her thumb circled your clit.

“Right there,” you panted out between moans. “Faster.”

Larissa obliged, adjusting her pace as she added a third finger. You teetered on the verge of your orgasm, thrusting your hips up to meet her fingers, thighs twitching. The air between the two of you was charged with electricity, your body tingling from head to toe.

“That’s it my darling,” Larissa cooed, and you let out a low whine, your pussy clenching around her fingers. “You like being called mine?” You felt more than heard Larissa’s low chuckle as you nodded against her. You would be hers in whatever capacity she would allow it, in whatever capacity she wanted or needed you to be. 

“You’re doing so well for me,” she murmured. “Can you come for me?” Reaching behind you, you grasped at Larissa’s shoulders to steady yourself as you reached your high, thighs quivering as a string of obscenities dripped from your lips.

Larissa’s left hand was splayed across your stomach, pulling you firmly into her, grounding you as you rode out your climax. Her lips were on your ear, whispering faint praises that were lost on you in the moment, too focused on steadying your breathing.

“You look so ravishing when you come undone like that,” Larissa whispered in your ear as your breathing slowed. You turned your head, fingers twisting into the blonde’s silvery strands to pull her in for a bruising kiss.

She brought her fingers up to her lips, shining with the evidence of your orgasm. Her tongue swirled obscenely around the digits and she let out a guttural moan, immediately pulling you in for another kiss so you could taste yourself on her tongue.

“Fuck, Larissa, I need to taste you.” You watched the grin unfold on Larissa’s face as she dragged you towards the edge of the desk, sitting back in your desk chair - your desk chair, the one you sat in 5 days a week and would surely never see the same way again. She hiked her dress up around her waist, hooking her fingers around the waistband of her white lace panties and dragging them down her legs to reveal her own glistening arousal.

“Come here and take care of me, then,” Larissa husked, and you were off the desk and perched on your knees between her legs within seconds. After pressing alternating kisses up the insides of Larissa’s thighs, you flattened your tongue and dragged it slowly up her cunt. 

“Just like that, right there,” Larissa breathed. Your lips closed around her clit, tongue flicking at the sensitive bundle of nerves, pleased with the low whine you were able to elicit from the blonde.

She draped her thigh over your shoulder, the tip of her heel digging sharply into your back, a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through your body. Your arms wrapped around her legs to steady yourself, surrounding yourself in Larissa.

“That feels so good, darling,” she moaned as she writhed beneath you, fucking herself on your face. You lapped at Larissa’s core, letting out unrestrained moans as you were finally given the pleasure of being able to taste the woman’s sweet nectar. The heat of her on your tongue only fueled your own carnal desire.

Larissa’s breath hitched in her chest as your tongue dipped into her entrance. “You know exactly how to make me feel good,” she breathed, her hands weaving themselves into your hair, fingernails scratching at your scalp.

You groaned into her pussy, the vibrations drawing heavenly sounds from her throat. Gazing up at her, you were in awe of her blissed out face, eyes screwed shut, head thrown back in ecstasy, mouth hanging open. Her cheeks were flushed the most adorable shade of pink and you felt wickedly proud of yourself in that moment to be the one bringing Larissa to the height of her pleasure.

Suddenly, Larissa’s hand pulled at your hair and forced you to still your movements. 

Larissa had stilled above you, her attention turned towards the door of your classroom. You strained your ears, unable for a moment to focus on anything but the dizzying sensation of Larissa Weems on your tongue, Larissa’s skin pressed against yours.

But then you heard it, the hallway flooding with students. The musical must be over by now, everyone must be heading out of the auditorium. Would anyone come looking for you? Or for Larissa? Surely no one had even noticed the two of you were gone. Right? In any case, it was too late now. 

Your eyes wandered back to the principal, who was gazing down at you with a fresh sense of unadulterated hunger - cheeks flushed, chest heaving. 

“Are you going to finish what you started?” Her voice was low and raspy, barely audible above the ruckus of students and staff just outside the door.

You were all too happy to oblige, bringing your tongue back to Larissa’s center. She rolled her hips against your face, pressing her heel firmly into your upper back as her thighs began to twitch around your head. 

“Make me come, love,” Larissa whispered, letting out a series of soft, breathy moans. Your gaze traveled up her body and you let out a loud groan when you caught her kneading her breasts, rolling and pinching her clothed nipples between her fingers. 

“Shhh,” Larissa cooed softly, “Can you be quiet for me, love? We wouldn’t want anyone catching us.” You whimpered and nodded softly, though from the smirk Larissa was giving you, you were quite sure that she was at least a little bit turned on by the illicit nature of your situation.

“I’m s-so close,” Larissa gasped quietly, and you could tell that she was by the erratic way her hips bucked against your face, the way her heel slipped a little on your back, scratching at your skin, the way her thighs began to tremble, closing around your ears. She was losing her composure, and you were absolutely drunk on the sight.

You flicked and sucked at her clit as she came, her hands weaving themselves back into your hair to push you farther into her center, breath quickening above you. You licked at her core, gladly drinking up every drop of arousal she had to offer as she rode out her high until, finally, her thighs loosened their grip around your head and she sank back into your office chair. 

When you looked up at her, she gazed down at you through heavy-lidded eyes, lipstick smudged around her mouth, a blissed-out smile playing on her face. Her hand came to cup your cheek, thumb grazing over your lips before she pulled you up for a kiss, mewling into your mouth as she cleaned her own essence off your chin. 

“I suppose we’ll have to wait here until everyone has gone back to their dorms,” you teased as you straddled Larissa’s lap, eager to be as close to her as possible. Larissa hummed in agreement, pressing her forehead against yours. 

The two of you breathed in tandem, simply enjoying being in the other’s company as the din in the hallway slowly faded. Larissa’s hands pressed into your back, dipping under the hem of your shirt and pulling you against her while your fingers traced patterns across the freckles on her shoulders.

“You’re stunning, Larissa,” you whispered into the crook of her neck. She craned her head back slightly to peer down at you, a faint hint of amusement glittering in those gorgeous, sapphire eyes. 

“I could say the same about you, love,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair and pulling you possessively close. “However, as much as I would love to spend the night ravishing you, it is getting a bit uncomfortable here.”

“Hey, you’re the one who ordered these chairs for our classrooms,” you grinned up at her, raising an eyebrow in defiance. 

“That was before I realized I’d be fucking you in one, Y/N,” Larissa replied dryly, ushering you off her lap and smoothing her dress. You dressed almost numbly, unable to take your eyes off the blonde for too long, turning her words over in your head.

The two of you made your way to the door of your classroom. “Larissa?”

“Yes?” Her voice was gravelly with desire as she smirked down at you, fingers threading through yours to pull you down the hallway in the direction of her own quarters.

You cleared your throat and quirked your brow, trying to play it cool. “I believe you said something about ‘spending the night ravishing me’?”

“Oh, darling, you didn’t think I was done with you?”

x

thank you to the bestest writing buddy @afeatherformills for helping me edit this and work out some things!

#larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #larissa weems #principal weems #principal weems x reader #clearly choosing little shop as the musical was something so personal to me haha

[goldencherriess]

The art of eye contact || Young! Remus Lupin x Fem! Hufflepuff! Reader

Pairing: Young! Remus Lupin x Fem! Hufflepuff! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: The three times they made eye contact and the one time he did something about it.

Warnings: none, just pure fluff. Idiots in love

Masterlist

Honey.

That's what she saw when she met his eyes across Slughorn's class. They were sparkling and melting honey combs. Warm. Kind. Sweet. She only wished she could drown herself in them.

Slughorn's voice echoed in the background along with the bumbling of the cauldron in front of her. White noise. She paid no attention to them.

An elbow dug into her ribs brought her back to the present. Frowning, she turned to her friend, who just pointed her head subtly to the professor.

''Miss L/N, can you tell us what you smell from this cauldron?''

She gulped down the lump that was settling in her throat and took a few steps to the front of the class. Y/N could still feel his eyes on her, burning holes into her back. She took a whiff of the potion in front of her. Aromas embraced her and she suddenly felt lightheaded. She took a step back, clutching her robes in fists. ''I smell parchment, chocolate and... honey.''

Slughorn clapped, smiling. ''And can you tell me which potion it is?''

She opened her mouth to reply, but she quickly closed it, shaking her head.

''Yes, mister Lupin?''

She turned her head to where the honey eyed boy was sitting and felt her insides warm up. He was slowly lowering his hand, clearing his throat. ''It's Amortentia. Although, it's a love potion, it can't induce true love, just infatuation. Its smell is different to everyone, according to what attracts them.''

Slughorn's face lit up, once again. ''Very good, mister Lupin! Ten points to Gryffindor!''

Remus' eyes panned to hers, once again, and she felt her face burn.

''Please, miss L/N, you can go back to your seat.''

And she did, feeling his lingering gaze on her all the way to the desk and throughout the whole class.

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The Great Hall was bustling with chatter and laughter. The light came through the tall windows, painting the room in a low glow. There were owls delivering mail, dropping them from the air. The Daily Prophet plunged straight in Remus' mashed potatoes with a splash, small droplets sticking to his face and hands. ''Great.'' he muttered. After wiping away the food from his skin, he picked up the newspaper and started flipping through it. Something about dark forces rising were written in ink. Feeling a pair of eyes on him, Remus looked up from the pages.

There, across the room at the Hufflepuff table, sat the Potions girl. Her eyes met his and Remus felt his chest clenching and burning up. She softly smiled and he felt his own lips curling up. The hands on the newspaper loosened, letting The Daily Prophet fall right back into the mashed potatoes.

''Heaven help a fool who falls in love'' said Sirius from besides him, snickering.

Remus turned his head so fast that he was sure he would have gotten whiplash. ''What's that supposed to mean?''

''You're smitten'' smirked Sirius while he bit into the glistening and fat chicken leg.

Remus shook his head, sandy hair falling into his eyes. ''That's not true. We barely even talked!''

''Doesn't matter, mate, it's written all over your face.''

Remus threw Sirius a look. ''What's written over my face is annoyance.''

''Hmm, I beg to differ'' replied Sirius with a mouth full of food. He gulped down the meat, the rich aroma caressing his throat like a velvet to the touch. ''There's no time better than the present! You should ask her out. Someone will snatch her up.''

''Someone like who? You? She's not your type, Padfoot.''

''She may not be my type, but I am everyone's'' said Sirius, pointing at him with the chicken leg. ''Just so you know.'' he shrugged.

Remus grumbled a series of nonsense under his breath, between ''This ladies man, I swear'' and ''We just share Slughorn's class, that's all.''

''You should ask Prongs for love advice. He had more luck with Evans than you did with this Hufflepuff bird.''

Mashed potatoes were thrown. ''Oh, shut up!''

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The library was always a place she found solace in. Peace and quiet. And books. Their smell got her high. She could flip through a book hours on end and never feel time passing by.

The afternoon sun was streaming in through the windows, illuminating the dancing dust and the golden books' spines. She read each one, caressing their covers, much like a lover would caress lips.

A sigh escaped her own lips when she remembered the essay on Amortentia she had to write for Slughorn's class. ''Thirty percent of your grade!'' he had said.

It was safe to say Potions wasn't her favourite class. Not because she didn't like it, but because it was the one class she wasn't on top of. Charms were more of her area. Safe and easy to understand.

Her fingertips came across a Potions book. It was worn out, but it would do, Y/N decided. She went to take it out when her fingers brushed someone else's from the other side. A shock travelled her arm all the way to her heart.

The book was removed from the shelf and her eyes met honey ones. Warm. Kind. Sweet. Y/N realized that maybe drowning in them would be a sweet sorrow.

''Oh, sorry, did you want this book?'' said Remus from the other side of the shelf.

''No, it's alright, you keep it.'' And she turned on her heels, feeling her cheeks burning up.

''Wait-''

Her walk was rapid fire, her hair flying behind her. She collided with someone's chest. A chocolate smell embraced her, inviting her in. She suddenly remembered that day in Slughorn's class. Y/N took a step back, feeling very small and flustered. Her face was all red like a blooming rose.

''Sorry!'' said the honey eyed boy.

She just nodded and took a step around him. His hand lingered on her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. He hastily retracted his hand, scratching the back of his head. ''I, uh- you can have the book.''

Y/N shook her head. ''It's alright.''

Remus wrapped his fingers around hers, giving her the book. ''No, please. I'll just find something else.''

His touch kissed her skin in small fireworks and she found herself wondering if he felt it too. Her gaze met his. Honey. ''Thank you'' she breathed.

He softly smiled, nodding his head. And he left.

Her hand felt cold afterwards.

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The Great Lake was the perfect place on the school grounds to take a break and just breathe. The air was fresh and sweet and it made her lightheaded. The last sun rays were reflecting in waves in the water like light scales. It was peaceful. Tranquil. And for a moment, Y/N felt at peace herself. She closed her eyes, leaning her back on the tree trunk. The willow was swiftly dancing in the wind, whispering nothings in the air. Peace.

That was until a splash was heard. A few droplets of water splattered her and she shrieked. They were cold against her warm skin. Y/N blinked against the sun, bringing a hand to her forehead. There, a few meters in front of her, on the shore was Remus and his gang of blokes. His sandy hair was shining in the afterglow and he was laughing. His laugh was carried by the wind all the way to her. It lit something inside of her and Y/N found herself smiling lightly.

The one who jumped in the water had shoulder length, ebony hair. And was suddenly aware of her presence. ''Oi! Ain't that your Hufflepuff birdie, Moony?''

Remus turned his head towards her, a smile gracing his features. His eyes met hers and Y/N got on her feet, turning away. Her chest contracted, all the air leaving her. Her cheeks reddened, once again.

''Wait, Y/N!''

His hand gripped her wrist and turned her towards him. He was so close. Y/N could see every imperfection on his face and smell his chocolate, homey scent. But the eyes were what froze her in her spot. They were so strikingly warm, so invitingly sweet. There were specks of gold in the warm, brown, honey eyes. She could count each and every one of them. If she could, she would have taken a jump in their pool, swimming in their depth. But she couldn't. So, she just settled in gazing in them, hoping to see Remus' soul and some of his heart.

Snickers were heard from the back. ''Yeah, get some, Moony!''

He blushed in the light, dropping her hand. ''Don't listen to them. They're a bunch of idiots.''

She shook her head. ''I'm not.'' she whispered.

''Right, right. Uh-''

''You have really pretty eyes.''

He almost choked. ''I, uh- Thank you, I mean, you also have pretty eyes. The best, really.''

She giggled, tilting her head. ''Am I making you nervous?''

Remus puffed out. ''Just a little bit. Am I making you nervous?''

Y/N shrugged, looking at her worn out shoes. ''Just a little bit.''

Silence followed. Only the gentle swings of the willow branches and the lapping of the waves were heard. The sun was now dipping in the horizon, casting orange hues over her face and hair and Remus thought he was looking at an angel. If he could squint enough, he could see her wings.

He took her hand, again. Sparks. They pinched him, drawing shocks against his skin. Her doe eyes looked up at him and Remus smiled, letting adoration find home on his features. ''Would you like to go to Hogsmeade this weekend? With me?''

She slowly blinked. ''Are you asking me out?''

He nodded, his thumb starting to caress the back of her hand. ''I am.''

Her face broke out in a grin. ''I would love to.''

His heart skipped a bit. ''Then, it's date.''

Bonus:

''Ten galleons, boys. Come on, a bet is a bet.''

''This is ridiculous, Padfoot. You practically set them up!''

''Nuh uh, that was the power of love!''

''Rubbish!''

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Writing this fluffy fic was so much fun! It was inspired by "Ophelia" -The Lumineers. It's also written for @lucywrites02 ' creative challenge, so make sure to check their blog out!

Any feedback is welcomed! Take care xx

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[purplecoffee13]

The Fake Girlfriend - pt. 4*

Summary: “Harry and Y/N faked their break-up when they got back to the wedding, and they haven’t seen each other since. But Y/N can’t handle the silence, and decides to confront him.”

Wc: 5.2k

Tropes: semi-enemies-to-lovers (she hates him)

Warnings: angst, overdue confessions, possessiveness, feral!Harry, elevator sex, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), overstimulation (slightly)

A/N: The final part is here!!! I hope you enjoyed this little ride. Thank you for the likes, reblogs and comments. I just wrote this in one sitting, and I haven’t actively proof read it, but I wanted to upload it anyway and I’ll go over it again tomorrow. Enjoy!

It has been three weeks since Harry and I flew back home. After our adventure in the broom closet, Harry’s entire energy had shifted and he was being distant, except when we needed to prove to everyone that we were a couple.

The flight was nothing short of excruciating, and a part of my soul, one that I had decided to lock up for my own sanity, hoped that the plane would never hit the ground. It had become evident that once back home, everything would go back to how it used to be. That stupid flight was the last time I could pretend Harry and I would ever stand a chance.

I was in awe with how fast I'd fallen for him, but seeing him around his family, having him touch me in the ways he did, and watching his eyes sparkle whenever he looked at me. I'm positive I'm making half of it up, especially because I've been reeling over everything that happened over the past week.

Harry and I had agreed, before we even stepped on the plane to Italy, to just tell our friends that it didn't work out once we got back. To say that we got into a fight on the way home, and we were back to hating each other's guts.

At the time I wondered how I was going to fake being heart broken in front of my friends, but I didn't have to lie. Zoey and Natalia were shocked to see how affected I was by this supposed break-up. They never said 'I told you so', but I know they were thinking it. Nonetheless, they stayed with me, talking about it all night.

I managed to twist the story to fit the narrative Harry and I told everyone. I just needed to talk to someone about the whole situation with Ophelia and how I felt foolish for ever thinking we'd have a shot in the first place.

A week after we got back, I saw him in the hallway of the literature building. He doesn't take any literary classes, so I was startled when I saw him standing there. He was alone, and looking at me, but he didn't walk up to me. I tore my gaze away from him and walked into the classroom. I still don't know what we talked about in that class, but I remember sitting by the window to watch him walk to the engineering building, hands buried in his pockets.

Thirty days have passed, and I'm still not entirely over it. Zoey and Natalia asked me to go out for drinks tonight, and I reluctantly accepted. I need to get out of this house and start moving on from the confusing mess I worked myself into.

We meet at a local Irish pub near the campus. Upon arriving, I almost immediately spot the girls sitting in one of the bigger booths. As I near, I spot a few of Malcolm's friends, and my ex himself in the booth too. Zoey sees me and comes running as fast as she can, pulling me away from the table.

"I am so sorry!" She begins, a stressed look on her face. "We texted you that he was here, but we weren't sure if you'd get them in time. I swear, we didn't know he was coming."

I throw her a smile, then pull her into a hug. Zoey stays still first, but slowly wraps her around me too. When I get out of the hug and look back at her, her wide eyes are filled with question marks.

"I really don't care, but thank you for trying to warn me." I rub her arms soothingly. I still sound sad, I know that, but I can't help it. Maybe a beer will help me relieve some of the weight I've been feeling on my shoulders these past few weeks.

"You really liked Harry, didn't you?" She asks me, and I nod, because it's in the past now so there is no point in denying it anymore. "Even though you dated for such a short time."

"He just... I don't know, Zoe. He felt so familiar, and I thought that meant something..." I shrug, feeling my heart strain as I talk. "But it didn't. My mistake."

Zoey gives me a sad smile, and suggests to go get a drink. I agree and we walk to the bar together, where we both order some kind of special beer we've never tasted before. We get caught up in a conversation, and our huge glasses are half-empty by the time we get back to the booth. I greet everyone, blowing a kiss to Natalia who sits in the middle of the booth. She shares the same worried look as Zoey, but at the sight of our faces, she relaxes a bit.

I feel Malcolm's burning stare on me. He is sitting with his arm around another girl, slouched back, fiddling with his empty glass on the table. I don't gift him the satisfaction of meeting his eye any more than necessary, and pick up the conversation with Zoey where we left it off.

An hour goes by, and no one dares to mention Harry so far, which makes me a lucky girl because I don't want to hear about him right now. But I think my mind jinxed it, unfortunately, because over Zoey, Natalia and my laughter, I hear Malcolm's voice say something I didn't even know I was dreading until the words come out of his mouth.

"Did you see that blonde chick Harry was with the other day?" He asks Noel, one of his idiot friends, who has always hated me for some reason. Noel nods intently.

"Oh yeah she was insanely hot, where the fuck did he even get her from?" He replies, and even though I'm not looking at him, I can feel the smirk in his voice.

But I don't really care about the malice with which those words were spoken. All I can think about is the word 'blonde', and how much I wish it isn't who I think it is.

I take a deep breath and finish my beer in one go. I have taken note of the awkward silence that dominates the table, but I don't let it get me self-conscious.

"I have to go." I say to Zoey, and start moving towards the end of the booth. She moves along with me and gets out of the booth so I can get out, but she looks concerned.

"Don't let Mal get to you. He's a jerk." She pleas, and I shake my head.

"He isn't getting to me. I just need to go, I need to see Harry." I explain, even though I'm risking the chance that Natalia and Zoey will physically restrain me from going.

"I'll drive you." I hear Natalia say from behind me. I turn around and see her getting out of the booth as she throws on her jacket.

"Where are you guys going?" Noel asks, a bit of an angry tone in his voice. Natalia turns around and scowls at him.

"To find guys whose balls have dropped."

With that, Zoey and Natalia escort me out of the pub, and we giggle as we get into the car.

"Okay, where does he live again?" Natalia says, getting her car GPS ready. I give her the address, which is actually quite close to the pub, and in under five minutes we have arrived at his apartment complex. I've never been here before, but I keep that to myself, of course.

"All right," Natalia and Zoey turn around to me, who is sitting in the backseat. "let us know when you're inside and if you want us to wait, okay?"

I nod at them, and they cheer me on as I get out of the car. Anxiety fills me as I make my way towards the door, and I feel like I might just throw up as I ring the bell. However, Harry doesn't answer it. To my luck, a woman opens the door from the inside, and holds the door for me so I can walk inside.

Utter fear and excitement make my body shiver as I stand in the empty elevator, waiting to reach the seventh floor where Harry lives. I speed walk towards his front door, but once I'm in front of her, I get increasingly more anxious about knocking.

What if Ophelia is still here? What if they're inside together? I'd look like a fool. Hell, I already do. What part of me even assumed he feels something for me in the first place. For all I know, he doesn't give two shits about me.

But the second I take a physical step back, I shake my head. No, I need to talk to him.

I knock a couple of times, but there is no answer. I stand there for a minute, then knock again. After three minutes of standing there in silence, my shoulders start to slump. He's not here. But there is a string of motivation that pulls me along anyway, and it makes me pick up my phone and dial his number.

Much like his door, he doesn't answer the phone, and I am connected to his voicemail. I take a deep breathe as the peep reaches my ear.

"Hi," I softly say when the peep has faded and it's up to me to leave him a message. "I... I'm uh, I'm at your apartment, but you're not home— Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have had to leave this voicemail."

I squeeze my eyes shut at the awkward trailing off, and clench my jaw to shut myself up before I say too much stupid shit.

"But uhm, I heard you were with— never mind. Can we talk? Let me know, okay?" I stumble, before hanging up. I sigh, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity as I walk back to the elevator.

When I'm back at the car again, the girls are quick to jump me with questions, but their voices fade at the sight of my disappointed face.

"We'll drop you off at your apartment, okay?" Natalia says as Zoey grabs my hand and squeezes it. I silently nod, feeling too stupid to talk or move.

It doesn't take long to get to my apartment, which is on campus. I huh the girls goodbye and make a beeline for the elevator, wanting to get into my bed as soon as possible and watch movies for the rest of the night.

When the elevator reaches my floor, I am quick to step out, but my eyes widen at the person I spot.

At my front door is Harry, whose head shoots towards me at the ping of the elevator. His eyebrows raise at the sight of me, like he's relieved to see me. In a matter of seconds, he's standing in front of me.

"What are you doing here?" I managed to say, my mind cloudy from the surprise of him standing at my front door after I just came back from standing at his front door.

"Making up for my stupidity." He says without missing a beat, a sad look in his eyes. It looks an awful lot like the way he looked at me in the broom closet as his energy completely shifted and he emotionally closed himself off from me for the rest of the trip.

"D– did you get my voicemail?" I ask him, but he shakes his head. I stare at him, doe eyed. Freaky.

"I was just at your apartment. You weren't there, and I thought you were with... Malcolm said he saw you with a blonde girl and I... oh, I don't know I'm rambling." I wave it off, shrugging my shoulders.

"I wasn't." Harry leans down to meet my eyes, and when he does, he says it again. "I wasn't."

He cups my face with his hands and waits for me to respond to him. I nod, softly, my stomach turning at the touch of his hands on my face, and I fight the urge to close my eyes.

"Look, this whole thing is stupid. I caught feelings, and I think I saw things and found meanings that weren't there." I confess to him, the tension in my body already starting to fade away. "I just got weirdly jealous of Ophelia. I mean, here I was with this crush that had been developing for a couple weeks, while she has this deep history with you. I know I can't compete with someone like that."

Harry frowns as if I'm telling him lies, and it gets me a little bit insecure.

"But, I don't know. I guess I just wanted to apologize for if I made things weirder than they needed to be." I give him a half-smile. "So, sorry."

It stays silent between us, for a couple of minutes, but then Harry let's put a short laugh. My cheeks begin to heat up at the sound of it. Is he laughing at me?

I roll my eyes. I thought he was serious about talking to me, and now I feel stupid for what I just said. I go to walk past him, but he doesn't allow me to.

"Let me through." I demand, trying to push his arm away, but he just shakes his head.

"No."

"I'm not going to stand if you're just going to laugh at me. Let me through, Harry." I argue, but he doesn't budge. I groan loudly, then turn around and walk towards the elevator. I hear his footsteps behind me , but I ignore them.

"What are you doing?" He asks, watching me as I push the button from the elevator over and over again, as if it has any effect on the speed with which it will arrive.

"Getting away from you." I grit through my teeth, a little sense of victory washing over me as the elevator door opens. I have no idea where I'm going, but I'm currently opting for tattling Harry to the janitor so he'll get kicked out of the building.

Not so much to my surprise, he follows, standing in front of the buttons. He smirks lazily as I try to move him away, and eventually manage to push the '1' button. The door closes, and I go to turn around, but Harry pulls me back against him, and suddenly the elevator starts shaking a bit, and we come to a halt. I push Harry's arm away from my waist and turn around to see his hand still around the emergency stop. My eyes widen at the realization of what he just did.

"What did you do?!" I cry out.

"We weren't done talking." He says, face turned serious again.

"We were." I argue, crossing my arms. He rolls his eyes at me, just like I did before.

"We were not."

"Well, I was!"

"You can be so difficult sometimes, do you know that?" He tells me, voice strained with irritation.

"Says the guy who stopped the elevator!" I fight back.

"You won't hear me out." Harry reasons, and he's right. I don't. I'm too mad to hear him out right now. So, I don't respond to him with anything but a scowl. He takes a step closer, and I instinctively take one back, tearing my eyes off him and instead staring at the ground.

"And if you don't hear me out, you wouldn't know that Ophelia was never here. I haven't seen her since the wedding. They probably saw me with someone from class." He tells me, and while I feel relieved, I also feel like an idiot for ever having the plan to let janitor Hector throw Harry out of the building.

"And you also wouldn't know that when I was eighteen, I went to this pool party, and I saw this girl in a lilac bikini, playing volleyball in the pool with a beer in her hand," He steps closer again, and I let him. My brows knit and I meet his eyes. "and I fell in love with her right then and there."

I remember that party. I didn't know he was there, too.

"But she was dancing with someone else, so I hooked up with this girl named Marie. And when I went on a date with her, I discovered her best friend was the girl from the pool party." He explains, and I scoff. What a pretty fairytale like story, too good to be true. Harry shakes his head slowly, and then cups my face with his hands again.

"I swear to god, Y/N. I've liked you from the first time I laid eyes on you three years ago. I was young, and stupid and I'm sorry you lost that friendship because of me. I shouldn't have made a move on you while dating someone else, that was stupid and I can't take that back. But I got too excited with the fact that I could finally talk to you."

"You worry about me and Ophelia's history. Well, I've wanted you for three years. I've just been waiting for even a sliver of a chance, and I promised myself I wouldn't fuck it up when I got it." He tells me, and the generosity in his voice makes me want to cry. "I just got a bit nervous, after what happened those two nights. I didn't want it to be a one time thing. But I acted too distant, I shouldn't have done that. But I swear, from the moment I saw you, it's been you. Not Ophelia or anyone else, just you, okay? And if you don't believe me, let me add that my parents actually don't know Leila's gay."

I take a deep, shaky breath, unable to take my eyes off of him, and then push my lips onto his. It's sudden, and it's needy, and it stems from the overwhelming urge to be as close to him as I possibly can. I can't articulate what I feel but I can show it by the way I kiss him.

He doesn't waste anytime and deepens the kiss as soon as my arms have flung around his neck. His tongue dances around mine hungrily, but there is still this gentleness in his movements. He is holding back a bit, as if he kissing me like he really wants to will make me disappear. I decide to pull out of the kiss for a moment, and we stare at each other, breathless with the passion that is burning in both our bodies.

"I missed you." I blurt out, shocking myself and him. Harry's mouth forms into a wide smile, and dives his head straight into my neck. A moan escapes my mouth the second I feel him starting to suck on my skin.

"Harry... we probably shouldn't do this here." I protest ever so slightly, because I actually do not care but I'd rather have him in my bed than against the hard wall. "Let's go back to my place."

He kisses his way up to my jaw, and gums in agreement. I go to step away from him to push back the emergency stop, but Harry doesn't let me. He puts his left hand around my neck and kisses me again, while his right hand hikes up my skirt. Upon stopping the kiss, he leans into my ear.

"We'll get out of here once you've had an orgasm. Consider it an apology for laughing just now." He purred. The combination his heavy breathing and his fingers slipping into my panties makes me shut my eyes tightly. He strokes my pussy with two of his fingers, getting a feel of my wetness.

"Poor girl, I've got you all soaked, don't I?" He taunts as he begins to rub my clit. I moan a 'yes', too aroused to be able to handle the slow teasing. I just want to come so we can get out of here and he can fuck me on my bed.

"Harry, please..." I plead with him, and somewhat of a growl leaves his mouth. His fingers disappear from my heat and I whine at the sudden coolness of my underwear's fabric in my pussy.

I hear the jingle of his belt and I look down to see him taking his rock hard cock out of his pants. Before I can even ask what he's doing, Harry grabs my ass and lifts me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around him, gasping at the feel of his cock against my wet folds.

"I'm going to give you my cock baby, and you're going to take it like the good girl you are, alright?" He commands, taking my underwear between both of his hands and ripping it apart. I widen my eyes at the sight of him pushing away my torn panties, but I'm too turned on from it to get mad.

"Harry, we're in an elevator. What if other people—"

"Do I look like I give a shit about other people? They can take the stairs for all I care." He interrupts me, voice raised a bit. I shake my head ever so hesitantly. "Now, do you want my cock or not?"

He slaps my thigh when I don't respond to him immediately, so I nod as fast as I can.

"Yes, I want it. Please." I look at him, and he leans in to kiss me again. This time it's harsh, and sloppy and needy, the passion having turned into a rough fire that can only be put out with a hard fuck.

He stops the kiss, aligns himself with my pussy, and then pushes himself into me. I let out a shameless cry at the feeling of his dick gliding into me. It's so easy because of how wet I am, and I like how big he is and how it hurts the first minute.

"Fuck, you have no idea how much I've dreamed of this, love." He starts out slow, knowing his size is something to get used to, but I want none of that.

"Go faster, Harry. I don't care if it hurts, I just want you." I gasp into his mouth in between kisses, and he groans loudly before pushing himself into me with a sharp trust that gives me a burning feeling in my core. It's like I've turned a switch, because Harry's pace is unbelievable and I find it might be too much to handle. Every thought I have fades away until the only thing I can think about is him.

I moan like we're in an isolated room and watch his beautiful face and the curls that fall in front of his face because of the harshness of the thrusts.

"Ah! Fuck, fuck, Harry!" The only words I'm able to articulate from all that are flying through my brain.

"Thaaat's it baby. You get what you asked for " He smirks, his fingers finding their way to my clit. I cry out from the moment he starts to rub circles on it, and I know I won't last very long anymore.

"Are you gonna cum for me already, baby? Are you gonna cream all over my thick cock?" He asks and I can't help but scream out. My tits are almost spilling out of my top because of the way Harry's fucking me against this wall.

"Yes, yes, please! I'm gonna—" I can't even finish my sentence before my orgasm takes ahold of my body, mind and soul. My walls are pulsating around Harry and I'm pulling on his hair for some kind of support as I fall apart. I try to catch my breath, but I'm not able to because Harry drills into me even harder than before.

"H– Harry what are you, oh..." My eyes roll to the back of my head at the amount of stimulation that I'm currently feeling. My grip on his head loosens and I slowly start becoming nothing but a rag doll for him to fuck stupid.

"You're mine now." He growls, and I nod at him, too out of breath to say anything. "And I'm going fuck you until I cum inside your sweet pussy, and you'll hold it in there until we get to your apartment. Do you understand?"

I nod at his request, but he isn't pleased with that. He wraps one of his hands around my neck and squeezes ever so slightly.

"I said: do you understand?"

"I understand." I sputter out, and with that he is back to pounding himself into me. He doesn't take his time, and I know it's because he needs this release just as much as I do. His thumb finds its way to my button again and he continues rubbing and rubbing until I'm nothing but a shivering mess under him.

"Look at you, getting fucked stupid in an elevator by your boyfriend. Such a little slut, all for– fuck! All for me, huh?" He rambles and nothing but words of agreement leave my mouth at his dirty words as I feel my legs tremble with the arrival of a second orgasm.

I push Harry's face against mine to muffle my own scream, but the way he moans into me doesn't quite help my case.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum, baby." He says, and I gather all my mental strength to return some of that dirty talk he's been providing me with.

"Cum for me, please. I need it so fucking bad, baby. Make me yours." I mewl and his thrusts become more erratic with every word I utter, and by the time I'm done talking, I feel the hot spurts of his cum coating my walls.

We're both unable to talk for a minute. We stand there, catching our breath with our foreheads pressed against each other.

"I'm gonna pull out, baby." Harry says after another minute of coming back to earth. I nod tiredly, and hiss as he removes his dick from me. He slowly lowers my legs to the ground, but I hold on tight to his neck because my legs need a few seconds to adjust to holding up my entire body weight.

Harry puts on his pants again and shimmies down my skirt for me before pushing the emergency stop. The elevator goes up almost immediately, but it feels like forever, especially with the feeling of Harry's cum starting to leak out of me. I do my best to hold it in, but it's hard when your legs have just done the most intense work-out they've ever done in their entire life.

When the elevator door opens on my floor, we are met with another couple, who looks at us with a frown when met with the state of us. It doesn't help that the elevator smells like sex now, so we walk out as quickly as we can, Harry adding a cheeky 'goodnight' before we rush to my door.

We both burst into laughter the second the elevator closes and I open my front door for us to get in. Once inside, Harry picks me up and Carrie's me to my couch, where he lays me down on my back. He lies on top of me, partly holding himself up so I don't crush under him, and gives me a deep, long kiss.

His hands stroke through my hair as our lips brush against each other. It's delicate and I could cry at the softness of it all. Harry pulls out of the kiss to analyze my face. He takes in every feature, as do I, and after a bit of silence he speaks up.

"I can't believe you let me have you." He says, those stars in his eyes that I love so much.

"I can't believe your parents don't know Leila's gay."

That makes him laugh, and in time me, because his laugh is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, apart from his moans.

"You liked me for three years." I state what he said earlier, and he nods a genuine nod.

"Three and half, to be exact."

"You're crazy." I shake my head with a chuckle.

"Deal with it. Your boyfriend is a crazy guy." He says and kisses my neck again, before moving away from me.

"Where are you going?" I ask with a frown, not happy with him just going away out of nowhere. I roll my eyes when he hikes up my skirt once again and starts kissing my thigh.

"Harry, I already came two times. I don't know if I'll be able to come."

"Ssh, baby. Just want a taste." He says before attaching his mouth to my clit. I let out a shriek at how intense the feeling is, especially in regards to the sensitivity of my clit.

I become a moaning mess right away, and my hand finds its way to his hair. He sucks and licks long stripes all over my pussy. He lifts his face for a moment, mouth and nose glistening with our arousal and pushes two of his fingers further and further into my mouth. I suck on them with a satisfied moan, until he retracts them and shoved them into my already filled up hole.

"Oh, m– oh my god!" I whimper as his fingers pump in and out of me, and he knocks me out of the park when he starts flicking his tongue over my clit.

I know my orgasm is closing in, but I've never experienced three orgasms in one night before, and I have to say I'm slightly scared of this one. Everything feels so intense that I don't know how I'm going to react to this third one.

A string of curses and moans are the only thing that leave my mouth as I shut my eyes so tight that I swear I see stars, and my entire body pulsates as he helps me ride out my high. I don't even have the strength to open my eyes until Harry gets back on eye level with me.

"Open your eyes baby." He whispers, his fingers caressing my cheek. My eyes flutter open and I whine incoherently.

"I know love, I know. I'll get you all cleaned up and then we' go to sleep, alright." He tells me, planting a kiss on my cheek before getting up and scooping me up from the couch. I already feel awake enough to walk myself, but I keep quiet so he can carry me to my bathroom.

He strips both of us from our clothes and turns on the shower. He cleans me up, even though I insist I do it myself, and afterwards he also fancies himself in charge of what I'm wearing to bed. He picks out a simple, oversized Metallica t-shirt I got from my dad, and helps me put it on before getting into bed with me.

I have to say I am quite sleepy, so my eyes fall shut quite easily. Harry keeps on playing with my now wet hair, making me even more drowsy.

"I won't mess this up." He says, mostly to himself, I think. But I respond anyway.”

"I won't let you."

#harry styles #writing #fanfic #smut #blurb #fanfiction #harry #excerpt #one direction #one shot

[escaping-reality-with-ficton]

Ophelia is a member of cabin 10, daughter of Aphrodite. Despite her mother's background, she is quite terrified of love. Her friends decide to set her up on a date with the camp hotshot, Luke Castellan. Now she has to decide whether she will entertain it or not.

WARNINGS: no smutt, some fluff, characters on date. this is my first one on this account so its pretty light

In the heart of Camp Half-Blood, nestled under the shadows of the ancient trees, stood Cabin 10—a haven for the children of Aphrodite. Among its residents was Ophelia, a demigod whose mother's beauty and charm were legendary. Despite her divine lineage, Ophelia harbored an unexpected fear that set her apart from her siblings—the fear of love.

It was a warm summer evening, and the camp was buzzing with the usual activities. Ophelia, however, found solace in the quiet corners of the cabin's garden, surrounded by blooming roses. Her friends, aware of her apprehension towards matters of the heart, decided it was time to intervene.

One day, as Ophelia tended to the flowers, her best friend, Chloe, approached with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Ophelia, darling, we've got a surprise for you," she teased, her voice dripping with excitement.

Curious yet cautious, Ophelia raised an eyebrow. "What kind of surprise?" "We've decided to set you up on a date," Chloe announced, revealing a conspiratorial grin. Ophelia's eyes widened in disbelief. "A date? You know I'm not comfortable with... that kind of thing."

Chloe's gaze softened. "We know, sweetie. But we think it's time you faced your fears. And who better to help you with that than the camp cutie himself, Luke Castellan?"

Luke, the son of Hermes, was known for his charm and wit. He had a reputation as the camp's heartthrob, and Ophelia couldn't deny his magnetic presence. The thought of going on a date with him both intrigued and terrified her.

Reluctantly, Ophelia agreed, and soon enough, the arrangements were in motion. The date was set at the camp's serene lakeside, under the moonlit sky. As the night approached, Ophelia couldn't shake the nervous butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

The charismatic son of Hermes found himself nervously awaiting his date with Ophelia, a demigod blessed with the beauty and grace of Aphrodite's lineage. Luke had a reputation as the camp's flirt, but the prospect of spending time with Ophelia brought an unusual flutter to his heart.

Ophelia emerged from Cabin 10, radiating an ethereal beauty that left Luke momentarily breathless. Dressed in a flowing summer dress that complemented her natural grace, she approached with a subtle blush coloring her cheeks.

"Hey, Luke," Ophelia greeted, her voice a melodic blend of warmth and uncertainty.

".... Hi" Luke replied, offering her a nervous yet charming smile. "You look amazing."

As they ventured beyond the camp's boundaries, Luke couldn't help but marvel at Ophelia's elegance. The air was filled with a mixture of campfire smoke and the scent of pine, creating the perfect ambiance for their date. They found themselves at the edge of the camp, overlooking a secluded spot by the lake. A blanket was spread beneath an ancient oak tree, adorned with a picnic basket filled with ambrosia and sweets.

"I thought we could have a quiet picnic here," Luke explained, gesturing towards the setup. "Away from the hustle and bustle of camp." Ophelia's eyes sparkled with appreciation. "It's perfect."

They settled onto the blanket, and the initial awkwardness melted away as they shared stories and laughter. Luke discovered a depth to Ophelia that went beyond her stunning appearance—a genuine soul with fears and dreams just like any demigod.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of pink and orange across the sky, Luke found himself captivated by Ophelia's presence. A comfortable silence enveloped them, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves and the distant sounds of camp life.

"I have to admit," Luke said, breaking the silence, "I was nervous about tonight. But it turned out to be unexpectedly wonderful."

Ophelia grinned. "I was nervous too, you know. I guess we were both worried about living up to our respective reputations."

Luke chuckled. "Maybe reputations don't tell the whole story."

His words lingered in the air, resonating with Ophelia's heart. As she looked into Luke's eyes, she realized that maybe, just maybe, love wasn't as terrifying as she thought. The journey of overcoming her fears had just begun, and with the support of unexpected companions, Ophelia was ready to explore the mysteries of love that awaited her in the world of demigods and gods.

#fanart #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson spoilers #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo #luke castellan #annabeth chase #grover underwood #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan fic #luke castellan x aphrodite daughter

[in1-nutshell]

Hello! I saw your post of how Ophelia react to Orion, and I need to know: HOW DID ORION REACTED TO OPHELIA THO?? Is what I’m curious about! Does he know her at this point? Will he question any changes in her beheavior? Will he try to bring up small talks with her that make Ophelia nervous to hell? Would he suspect anything just by looking at the scars on Ophelia? Would he still thru k if her a sparkling? Would he even know this was her? Would Ophelia lie to get out of the situation? Or would she slip some truth? TELL ME PLEEAAASE

You ask and you shall receive... a bit.

Can't spoil everything now, can I?

Nutshell summary...

Orion is surprised to see Ophelia on the ship taking on tasks that he used to work on back on Iacon.

He is a bit proud to see her follow in his pathway.

That being said, Orion knows when his niece is hiding something.

He will notice, like Megatron, she will avoid certain subjects or give a general answer for it. He does get even more suspicious of something being wrong on this ship when he notices some dents and slashes that had yet to be addressed.

Definitely does the optic raising thing when Ophelia lies about falling down the flight deck.

He sadly doesn't get too much time with her when Megatron starts separating them and he once again becomes Optimus Prime.

#bot buddy ask #transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #nutshell summary

[leehallfae]

this is the great karidian. you cannot deny him his last performance!

barbara anderson as lenore karidian in star trek: the original series (1966–1969) s01 e13 “the conscience of the king”

[ID: nine screencaps of lenore karidian confronting captain kirk. in costume as ophelia, she wears a dress of lavender and pale green, the bodice adorned with white flowers. she points a phaser gun at kirk, a wild look in her eyes. standing beside kodos on the stage, kirk says, “you’ll never get off the ship.” lenore replies, “it will become a floating tomb, drifting through space, with the soul of the great karidian giving performances at every star he touches.” as she speaks, there is a close-up shot of her eyes sparkling with white light. brandishing the phaser gun, she continues, “i know how to use this, captain.” off-screen, somebody shouts, “no!” and lenore declares, “caesar, beware the idea of march.” end ID.]

#i forgot how chilling her performance is in this scene. #my screencaps #star trek #tos #lenore karidian #barbara anderson #the original series #caps #the conscience of the king

[katsukikitten]

Synopsis : Designing comes first and foremost in your life. There wasn't a damn thing that you wouldn't sacrifice in order to see your name as a luxury brand. So taking a job in a whole new country under the strongest woman owned and ethical brand Mitsuki was a no fuckin brainer. That is until you find out that the devil wears Mitsuki red bottom heels and has an attitude hotter than hell. Making you, her apprentice, fetch coffee like her personal bitch. But you were a sick dog with a sicker dream that you were going to bring to life. That is until a one night stand comes back to haunt you, making you hate the name Katsuki.

Warnings : drugs, choking, smut

Chapter Two : Feverish touch but a cold tongue

Master List | wc 4710

The contrast of Katsuki is maddening but irrelevant now as you step off of the elevator into the expensive lobby.

Gliding through across the marble floors in your red bottom combat boots, the cursive M stitched into the side in the same bloody hue that's on the sole.

Your phone chirps with a large coffee order and you close your eyes. Counting your breath after you see the seven fucking coffees, a party sized order of pastries, along with items that needed to be picked up from other designers that were possibly working with Mitsuki for an up coming event.

This was your third month in a row of treatment like this, dropping everything to please Mitsuki and God Damn it today was your fucking day off. At least it was supposed to be and yet your feet carry you to Starbucks.

The only thing you had a chance to discover about the new city you lived in. That and the high fashion district but other than that you weren't even sure where the hell the closest grocery store was or if your stove in your apartment fucking worked. Take out after take out after take out, drowning in fast foods if you even had the time to eat at all.

And the only reason you had the chance to go out and blow off some steam last night was because Mitsuki said she was going to dinner with her husband and maybe her son.

Two men you'd never seen and were perfectly fine never meeting.

It just felt like your luck was such shit recently or maybe it was your perception about everything.

Bullshit this fuckin sucks

This Katsuki asshole being the icing on the cake. How could such a funny, sexy guy turn into such a dick? Did he have a Hyde jekyll thing going on? By day a demon and by night an angel? The dick giveth the dick taketh or some philosophical shit.

It didn't matter, he was supposed to be irrelevant now that you're waiting in the long line for an extra tall iced coffee, your mind wanders back to last night.

Of how after your hot round of sex, after his silly joke, the two of you talked pretty late into the night. Him bringing out some fancy ass wine from the little cooler built into his massive island. How he didn't let you walk anywhere after. Carrying you with ease, shoving you into one of his shirts that would quickly get discarded when he was ready for round two.

In the meantime he had you sat in the only pristine room in the entire place. The kitchen, the cool marble under your plump ass as you sent rapid fire questions about why he needed a chef's kitchen for one. How his crimson eyes sparkled when he told you how much he loved to cook and then how his eyes clouded when he said he didn't have any reason to anymore. You knew he had money and he knew your designer clothes but neither of you mentioned work and for that you were grateful. You found out what felt like quite a bit, how he liked a large range of music, how he hadn't finished a book in years from lack of time. Who his favorite painters were, Böcklin, Millais, Kuniyoshi. He didn't scoff when you said Van Gogh and Monet for yours or how Ophelia was one of your all time favorites because you felt as if you were drifting through life like that sometimes. Floating dangerously on the cusp of numbness, of nothingness. Surprisingly he agreed.

"Born to live, live to die, nothing lies in between when ya hardly feel anything at all."

Tapping wine glasses together, toasting the shadow that loomed over everyone's shoulder. The wine was bitter sweet just like the moment.

The most memorable thing from that night, aside from the three rounds of insanely good sex, was how his hands stayed glued to your skin no matter what he was doing. Fingers ghosting your shoulder or gripping your thighs as he laughed at one of your stupid jokes.

It echoes in your head now and you snear, making the poor barista shrink away, stuttering as she repeats herself.

"I-I'm sorry ma'am I didn't catch that last one."

"Oh no worries, just cold foam on that one please." You gave your best smile and she returned, "Sorry about so many orders with such a long line."

"S okay, a lot of personal assistants come here." It made your jaw clench trying so hard to keep your disdain off of your face.

Just another reminder of what felt like a waste of three fucking months.

You were an apprentice treated more like an abused rotary phone and forgotten itinerary. Pampered her little dog she kept at the office, shredding the organic chicken and mixing it with special broth and pumpkin puree from the five star restaurant down the road.

Fucker not only ate better than you but more often.

Hell you even had Mitsuki's dry cleaning penciled in under your name.

A deep sigh as the coffee shop offers you a brilliantly designed way to bring all of the orders in with one hand as bags filled with heavy fabrics cut into the skin of your forearm.

Coming into the office nodding your head at the security officer that jogged to open the door for you. That follows you to the elevator to press the button as you give a tight smile.

"I still owe you that tour, pretty lady."

"Hmmmm." Is your only reply as the chrome doors take their sweet fuckin time to close. Riding it to the top floor and struggling with the double glass doors as the ACTUAL receptionist ignores you, filing her nails. When she makes eye contact with you she picks up the phone that wasn't ringing and pretends to answer. For a moment you stare into space with a dead expression before finally winning the fight against what felt like a two ton door with cursive M's and her last name stamped in kanji in the bottom corners.

"Such a bitch." You hiss as you pass the desk, sneering at the woman holding the corded phone to face.

"Oh, is that you?" Mitsuki asks bored as you struggle with the wooden doors that separate her personal suite from the receptionist area and the small desk you had.

"In the flesh." You hiss lowly, setting down her coffee before going to set out everything for what was obviously a meeting with clients.

You hadn't met a single one yet or drafted a garment or had any of your suggestions heard. Shit your own coffee order was often dictated to you. Tall black hot with one vanilla pump.

Who the fuck drank that?

Not you, your coffee was iced drowned in heavy cream and a hefty scoop of sweetener.

Back to the side table closer to her desk you meticulously set out each piece given to you by the luxury brands. Some big names and some small, both trying way too hard to impress instead of focusing on the theme of the event.

Crimson eyes watch your facial expressions with interest.

"Don't like them?" She takes a sip of her coffee, all of her questions were rhetorical so you didn't bother answering.

"Burn your tongue on your coffee today? Forget how to speak? " For some reason that's the final straw, temper you stomped and pressed down in order to keep this job was now burning up your throat.

You know the one you spent four fucking months on a submission piece for, that you had to design and sew in order to even be considered. Worked until your fingers bleed and ached. Spending all of your savings to ship it overnight and had half a damn mind to fly it there yourself.

This very job that you turned down a cushy spot in Paris for. Could have been sitting pretty under a huge label that was rumored to be easy to rise up the ranks.

But the only reason you're standing in front of Mitsuki herself now, is because this god damn job was advertised as apprentice, not errand bitch.

The fact that Mitsuki was one of the few women dominating the fashion world without giving up quality, ethics, or herself only sweetened the deal.

Bakugou Mitsuki bent to no one and you admired that.

Used to be like that.

Til you came to work for her and it felt like your tongue was stuck to the bottom of that red heel like spat out gum she happened to step in.

When you twirl around and see burning ember eyes searing your skin with scrutiny for some reason it makes you think of that damn asshole from this morning making you fully snap.

"Mitsuki. Respectfully. I don't fuckin drink hot coffee. I like it iced. Iced. I'm not here to get your dry cleaning, I'm not here to pick up coffee orders, I'm not here to play chef to your fucking dog who seems to be a replacement for your asshole inconsiderate practically non existent son!" You finish your rant with a heated huff, keeping your glare fixed to hers as you finally add with conviction, "I'm here to design."

She narrows her eyes at you, the room charged from the intensity of her weighted gaze and in that moment you think you've lost your job.

But fuck it, least you said your piece and got one last free breakfast and coffee from it.

Just sucks she may or may not tell the whole fashion world about your nasty attitude and even nastier mouth as if she didn't say fuck off every other sentence herself.

Lips twitching before they pull into a smile that she was fighting.

"Bout damn time you found your back bone again." She smiles, "And your full honesty. Now answer the question. You don't like them?"

She nods towards the outfits you've laid out.

"No, they're hideous and clash. Trying too hard to stand out, forgetting the theme is summer festivals and not a fuckin carnival." You snarl, staring at the pieces.

"And how would you make an outfit you liked with the items given?" You stare down at the fabric, "Obviously you're allowed to mix brands."

She sips her coffee again as you think.

"For myself or a client in general."

"Fuck it, let's say both." Mitsuki answers. Quickly you assemble something for yourself, finding the moodier colors that would be similar to dusk before they get ready to light the fire works. Pairing a small hand bag for a pop of color, much lighter than the darker tones of the outfit. Before moving on to what you'd make for the client, a bold red that you mixed and matched between the others until you made the perfect ensemble only second guessing your belt choice for it once you step away. Mitsuki comes closer, eyes judging every aspect of it.

"Perfect." She points to yours, nail hitting the purse. "Cotton candy pink paired with the black and twilight is nice."

"This one…" Reaching for another belt and swapping them out, "Is now perfect."

She stares at the composition of them, that in the quick time you captured the theme well, much better than whatever the hell they sent you with.

"Mitsuki-san, your party is here." The intercom on her desk pulls her away, pressing the big white button. "And my son?"

"Still hasn't arrived." Mitsuki rolls her eyes at the answer before she sighs, "Send them in."

Laughing is heard on the other side of the door before a large man with long red hair opens it. Letting in two smaller guys and one almost the same size as the red head. An electric blonde with an overly flirty smile, a raven haired man who's a natural heart breaker, an emerald haired softy, finally the mountainous man comes in and gently shuts the door.

"Mitsuki-chan!" All cheery with different tones. Pulling the woman into a hug as if she'd known them all their life, giving those little air kisses.

"My, my, you boys look well. Ya been eating?" She chides, "I know how you pros live off of coffee and crumbs."

Sheepishly they all look away, telling on themselves and earning her ire.

"Now this is exactly why I get a whole tables worth of special treats. I better not see many left when I come back."

"Come back?" One of them asks.

"Ah, I have to step out for a bit but you're in good hands." You blink dumbly for a second, wait was she leaving these high profile clients to you?

"This is my apprentice, she'll be working with you from now on, if you like the mocks she drafts up for a few upcoming events and leisure wear. Don't fret though I do have backups drawn if not. Just make sure you act yourselves around her, she's got a good eye, she'll know what you'll like. See ya boys!"

I will???? Oh my fucking god!

"Bye Mitsuki-saaaaan." The electric blonde winks as Mitsuki exists with that damn fluffy dog.

The men immediately go into introducing themselves starting with the raven haired man.

"Sero Hanta, Cellophane." He holds out his hand, it's a firm shake and he has such an easy smile. His civilian clothing plain and you take a mental note to look up the hero uniforms of the three who are in their street wear.

"Denki Kaminari, the one and only Chargebolt." He kisses your knuckles with a wink.

"Ease up Casanova." Sero scolds, picking up his coffee and extending Denki's order to him just to get him away from you.

"Flattered." You scoff, playful smile on your lips as it was obvious he was hamming it up.

"Kirishima Eijrou! Red Riot!" Out of habit he hardens his fists and slams them together. Before a slight flush paints his cheeks, as if he hadn't meant to do that.

"Izuku Midoriya, Deku." Izuku smiles, holding out his gloved hand. The only one of the four in his hero uniform. Another firm grip and this close you can see the freckles on his nose. You look over the uniform, noting the material and instantly recognizing the stitching, fingers touching at his arm, "Does Mitsuki handle the hero uniforms as well?"

"Uh yeah actually." Izuku starts one of his first information dumps of the day, "Mitsuki thought that the designers were only thinking of a quick turn over and as far as looks she thought most were tacky. Using 'cheap materials' and unethical shops for some of the mass production of standard uniforms. She partitioned the hero's commission and the government to allow her brand to subsidize costs while keeping quality high, especially for up and coming heroes. At first the support teams were against it thinking they'd lose their jobs or that fashion would outweigh functionality so-"

"Izuku, dude, cliff notes version." Kaminari chuckles.

"Oh yea," Izuku chuckles, "I tend to fall down the rabbit hole a lot."

"I didn't mind the history lesson." You shrug, "We all have our little quirks."

The guys laugh at your accidental pun and when the room dies down your devilish cat smile returns.

"Now, who's my first victim."

"Oh me. Pick me!" Kaminari says around a pastry before woofing the rest of it down. He's chatty as you work and you don't mind. Easily taking measurements and laughing at his jokes. Noticing the way he touches his wrist absentmindedly to diffuse any static shock he may have built up before you get close again.

"And that's how my bestie Sero made me take two shots too many." He ends his wild story about his 26th birthday party while you frantically write down design thoughts that came to you while talking to Denki. The electric blonde steps down as Sero steps up onto the platform for measurements.

"Yea and can you believe that's how he ended up reviving the trend of jumping on the bar to dance and sing off key."

"Hey! I have a great singing voice."

"Sure." Sero laughs, rolling his eyes in the process. This time around he's the one asking you questions that you answer here and there. Like where you're from, when'd you move from the states, did you like it there? Why you got into fashion? All the while you're still taking extra care to double measure his elbows for suits as you make him straighten and bend his arm.

"Ah ya know the usual. Been here three months, the states aren't super bad but still suck, honestly some men don't know how to dress and yet they get to design clothes? Yea fat fuckin chance." Sero nods his approval of your answers before Kirishima takes the smaller man's place.

"Red Riot-" You start but the redhead interrupts.

"Please, Eijirou." His sharp toothed smile earns a giggle from you and it makes him suddenly shy, running his broad hand on back of his head, "Since we'll be working closely together and all."

"Eijirou." You smile, knowing you shouldn't ask but they make your eyebrow twitch, pointing down to his shoes, "What are those?"

Instantly Kaminari bursts into a fit of laughter. Wiping tears from his eyes as Sero fights to not snort out his coffee. Izuku gives a soft chuckle.

Kirishima's cheeks heat, of course he'd wear his comfortable shoes when a cute girl was supposed to take his damn measurements.

"They're my crocs." He gives a pouting, pleading look as you give an obviously fake polite smile.

"Aw you don't wanna get him any croc charms?" Sero teases and Denki chimes in.

"Sero please. They're called jibbitz, not charms."

"You're fuckin lying!" You exasperate, wrapping the tape around Eijirou's large bicep, "Flex. Relax."

Jotting them down onto the paper as Kaminari and Sero laugh at Kirishima's flushed cheeks.

"Comfy and customizable." He tries to justify in a soft tone, so softly, that when you go to step onto the stool to measure the circumference of his thick throat you look down at them again with pity. A meat bone being the only "jibbitz" in the obnoxious red material.

"Guess when you're a hot hero you can pull off anything."

"OOOO she's flirtinnnn!" Denki teases and you roll your eyes.

"Shame we can't say the same for you Denki." He catches your playful cat smile and laughs at himself.

"Izuku looks like you're my final victim." You smile as he sets his coffee back onto the pastry table, coming closer for your care.

Izuku, much like Kaminari, is a talker. Although Izuku is telling you about all the best restaurants to get Katsudon or Cold soba, of all things. Where the safest 24 hour mart is once you admit how busy you've been and when they change over their sales. Izuku acts much like your own personal information desk about the big city.

You only had a few more measurements for Midoriya before you could sit down at your desk pop in your earbuds and get to drawing.

That is until the heavy wooden door slams open and the most obnoxious "OI!" echoes in the room.

What a grating fucking sound still not irritating enough to get your disapproving glare. Too busy dropping lower to wrap the tape around Izuku's waist before going to his inseam.

The ash blonde's stomach tightens as he sees you here. Face level with Izuku's God damn crotch. Why it bothers him only the gods know.

For the time being he tells himself it's because he still thinks you're a big bitch.

But the room scents with burning sugar and his hands pop before he shoves them in his pockets.

"Oh Kaachan!" Izuku chirps, "I'm happy to see you here. All might said he couldn't get a hold of you last night and wants us for tea."

"Can it, Deku." A deep, annoyed growl.

Wow what a dick. This has to be Mitsuki's son.

Izuku just laughs as you rise up, wrapping your hands around his back to bring them back to the front of his chest, memorizing the number, "All set."

Smiling as you gently pat his large pec, he steps down to chat closer to Kaachan.

Mitsuki returns with an angry tone as she fusses, "How many times have I told you son, no grenade bracers in my office!"

"Yea yea I fuckin hear ya, ma." He shoves them off his thick forearms, eyes glued to you as he lets the volatile braces hit the ground with a sloshing thunk.

"Well this is my only day off this month sooo." Kaminari starts before batting his eyelashes at Mitsuki, "Thank you for the breakfast Momma Bakugou."

"You're welcome, doll. Anytime." She sets the Pomeranian down and the dog trots to sit under the desk on its tempurpedic bed.

One by one they say their goodbyes to Mitsuki and the loud mouth that entered just moments ago.

"See ya on our shift tonight!" Izuku says to his coworker before gently shutting the door behind him.

Bakugou shoves his mask up on top of his head.

"Let's get this over with. You'll owe me big time if my shits the same." He snaps at his mom, as he steps up onto the little platform.

"Not me who's measuring you." She says focused on her phone before looking up, reading glasses perched on her nose, noticing the bags under his eyes.

"Ya been smoking again?"

"Ma."

"Drinking?!"

"Ma!"

"Are ya high right now?"

"Ma!" He growls, "I don't do that shit on the job."

His mother confirmed what his apartment already told you, that her son burned the wick at both ends and it was only a matter of time before he got caught in the middle.

And burned up in the process.

Mitsuki comes closer to inspect his face before her brows furrow up, "Wait is that lipstick on your throat, Katsuki?"

Katsuki?!

KATSUKI?!

Katsuki as in like the guy you fucked last night?

As in number one pro hero Dynamight?

AS IN YOUR BOSSES FUCKING SON?

Welp this was it, for fuckin sure this was going to be your last day as Mitsuki looks closer at the shade and then at your lips.

She furrows her brows and Bakugou is quick to answer.

"Yea some bitch left it on me last night, guess it didn't come off in the shower." He pulls out the tube of lipstick and tosses it into the garbage in front of you, "Sucks she left, it was a limited edition Mitsuki x Canel Collab."

"'Taste my cherry, please?'"

"That's the one." He shrugs, as you tighten the tape around his arm too tightly, "Oi."

"Sorry." Obviously you weren't. About as sorry as you were knocking shit down like a disgruntled cat in his apartment this morning.

"Katsuki, that one was expensive, you couldn't have just returned it to her?"

"I was hoping I'd never see her again." He looks down at you while you have a violent vision. Kneeing him in the balls and spitting in his face sounded pretty good right about now.

But you were sure Mitsuki drew the line at assaulting her son. So instead you internally rage over the 300 dollars that was thrown away.

Literally.

Mitsuki digs around in her desk drawer, finding a sealed golden tube.

"She's got good taste. For if she decides to let your dumb ass see her again." She places the lipstick in his hand as she's starting to get a call on her cellphone, "Anyway it's waterproof son, you'll need makeup remover to get it off."

She steps outside as she just catches the phone on the last ring.

Bakugou's palm is hot, practically melting the lipstick by "accident" in his hand before tossing it onto the ground between your feet.

"Here, ma said you could have it."

"Wow, thank you so much." You say dryly, grinding your teeth when you force yourself to go through the motions. Not surprisingly, Katsuki doesn't speak at all as you work. Leaving you to take a stab in the dark about his style.

Well maybe not since you did see the inner workings of his home. Among other things shared between the two of you.

You wrap your arms around his back you clawed up last night and bring it around to his broad chest. Noticing how good he smells, clean, smokey from his stupid cigarettes and from his own quirk. A deep caramel flavor that smelled like the end of summer and the start of fall. Another cusp ever permanent in his life, a limbo of sorts.

Ophelia in many aspects of his life it seems.

The animosity is practically tangible at this rate, filling up the room and making it too stuffy and hot. Making sweat prick the back of your neck as you were sure that if someone lit a match in here the whole top floor would blow up.

Reluctantly you lower to your knees to take his inseam, grinding your teeth as you try NOT to think of his thick length hiding beneath his black pants.

"Don't turn into a bitch in heat while you're down there." He tuts, looking down at you with burning ember eyes. You glare up at him and he thinks he likes the sight too much til you open that pretty mouth of yours to spit venom.

"Don't worry, I won't. Katsuki. It was much bigger in the dark." You give that damn polite smile before snapping the tape away from his leg and standing. Quickly moving away from him and towards the table with your notepad and purse.

He steps down with a growl, pulling down his mask and his hair falls back over his forehead before he stomps off. Stopping by the door for his bracers. You dare a final glance at him. Muscular body moving the heavy bracers with ease as he fixes them around his arm, double checking it's secure. Just barely you can see your lipstick mark that peaks above the collar of his hero uniform and you suck your teeth.

Imagining the headlines now as they try to swarm the hot headed asshole who you were sure didn't handle the media well. Part of you wants to leave it there because fuck him and the other part wants you to leave it there so everyone knows he's got someone at home.

Wait? Were you dumb? Someone at home? He just melted another 300 dollars to spite you.

Angrily you dig around in your purse, grabbing a makeup wipe, "Wait."

He stops, looking over his shoulder with a glare making your kissy mark stand out. You hated how good it looked there. Still you stand on tip toes, even in your platform boots. Pressing your pretty body against his arm as manicured fingers gently wipe at his tender throat.

From this angle he can see down your shirt, see all the bruises and bites he left on your body.

Could the other guys see as well? Did they know that you belonged to him?

Wait. Was Bakugou fuckin stupid? No one belonged to him and he didn't belong to anyone. Possession wasn't an option, love sure as fuck wasn't an option.

Fucking, that's all that was, just fucking.

A one night stand that he so greatly regrets.

Still the sight and feel of you makes his body run hot, just like it did last night, makes his cock stir. He grabs your shoulders roughly, putting you a full step back as he growls out a "Thanks."

"Didn't do it for you. Just don't want anyone to think I'd actually sleep with an asshole like you." You look up at him through your pretty lashes.

Both of you think about how the other looks when they cum as you stare into each other's eyes before a mirrored snarl is shared.

"Fuck off." He growls, opening the heavy wooden door before slamming it shut as you shake your head.

What a fucking Dick. You think to yourself as you sit down at your desk to work.

What a fucking Bitch. Bakugou thinks to himself as he pats down his pockets for his pack of cigarettes.

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