#I drew this while on an airplane

[robfozdarling]

Just a little sketch for Mother’s Day! It’s also my birthday, but little Barnaby and his mama is more important!

[drawnbinary]

[littlesapphicraccoonguy]

The main difference between Amanda and David

[aviatrsts]

I too have a destiny

This death will be art

does a warning apply here?

[sunderwight]

I love the idea of SQQ as the 4th wall breaker type!

Actually I think Shen QIngqiu's onto something, as that kind of character would be really fun as a kid's antagonist. He's just constantly making asides to the reader about enrichment and education, calling timeouts and sometimes lamenting about things like how hard it is to get good takeaway to his underwater lair or etc. Like a combination Megamind and Doofenshmirtz.

I think it would make the most sense if he accidentally got on the radar of the Huan Hua Palace Master. HHPM fits into Luo Binghe's grittier rogue's gallery quite well, what with his connection to Binghe's angsty backstory and his genuinely nefarious tendencies. I'm thinking that maybe Comic SQQ maintains his genre-savvy knowledge simply because he actually buys and reads comics within the story universe. Due to a quirk of canon (in-jokes) all the original runs of every IP the publishing house recently acquired actually exist in-universe as comic books, it's just that most of the heroes and villains are written to automatically overlook them, unless some kid asks for an autograph as a punchline.

Which means SQQ's omnipotence is limited, because he only knows the original runs. But it still seems like way too much information for him to have at the same time. He lets the wrong thing slip during one of his asides to the reader, HHPM overhears, and then bang! Water prison!

Ning Yingying is also upset about this. Shen Qingqiu is her baddie of the week, and she never even sends him to regular jail! He's too delicate for that! Just because he acts out sometimes does not actually make him all that bad!

Meanwhile Shen Qingqiu is absolutely freaking out about this crossover. He does not want to be in the adult comics. He's read them! He knows what happens to bad guys in them! Also he doesn't want to act like the bad guys in them either, he doesn't want to actually commit child abuse, or get rebranded as some kind of pervert, or a cannibal, or serial assaulter, or whatever other edgelord thing the writers think will really push him over the edge and justify letting antihero Luo Binghe rip him apart!

Lol he would be exactly as petrified as he is in canon when Luo Binghe suddenly shows up at his water prison cell. Please Binghe whatever you've heard, SQQ didn't do it! He's a G-rated villain! G-rated!!!

A fun prospect for Superhero-themed SV AU's that I don't often see is genre dissonance. Like, Luo Binghe as this edgy 90's style antihero who just straight up kills his enemies and sleeps around and is driven by selfish motives (revenge, ambition, etc) rather than altruistic morality, vs Shen Qingqiu as this kid-friendly supervillain who is "evil" mostly in terms of aesthetics and his ability to make inconvenient problems that are reasonably safe for child heroes to solve. Something like Punisher vs Team Rocket in terms of vibes.

Maybe the reason they meet is because some big publishing house akin to Marvel or DC just bought up the rights to whole bunch of older, discontinued comics titles, and decided to do a Justice League/Avengers style mash-up with a bunch of nostalgia properties and their most recognizable heroes and villains. Which means lots of crossovers condensing several titles into a handful of series.

Luo Binghe's origin always features him as a teenager, so he reboots as the youngest Avenger-equivalent team member in the new continuity. Even in this reboot, however, the writers still mostly go the gritty and dark route with his plots and stick to the same key developments -- his abandonment as an infant, his adoptive mother's tragic death, his tough life on the streets, abusive mentors and backstabbing "allies", and so on.

But Luo Binghe's life suddenly starts experiencing periods of dramatic change in his life when he's brought in for appearances in the lighter, friendlier world of the Junior Heroes continuity. After all, he's a natural choice for tying the two continuities together thanks to his youthfulness. Luo Binghe isn't consciously aware of the fact that he's moving between different titles and different writers. All he knows is that sometimes, when he hangs out with the bright and talented Ning Yingying, he's drawn into "conflicts" with Shen Qingqiu -- the kind of "villain" who will call for tea breaks, never actually hits anyone when he shoots his ray gun, leaves clues for all of his crimes, and can't seem to stop from imparting genuinely helpful advice in between his witty quips and taunts.

When Luo Binghe fights Shen Qingqiu, somehow he never actually gets hurt. Neither do any of his friends. The world in general seems brighter and lighter, as if there is some secret barrier protecting everyone from all the evils Binghe knows only too well exist in the rest of his life. Luo Binghe is increasingly convinced that Shen Qingqiu is the source of this mystical safety net. After all, for an allegedly powerful genius who is able to fool half the world about his wicked aims, he's never won a single fight against a kindhearted but somewhat ditzy teenager and her ragtag bunch of friends!

So what's he spending his actual energy on?

Luo Binghe is pretty sure it's keeping the real evils at bay. Making himself the biggest bad in town, and in doing that, making it so that the "biggest bad" is nothing worse than a slightly judgmental teacher in a pretty costume.

It's not long before Luo Binghe doesn't want to go back to the Justice League equivalent, to his world of misery and strife, even after his visits with Ning Yingying are supposed to be over. Especially as the global stakes of various heroic activities start getting higher, and it becomes clear that the boundary between Shen Qingqiu's safe world and the grimdark reality of Binghe's usual life are getting thinner...

[kitzflora]

I'm afraid of heights so I drew this on the airplane while I was afraid to die

[boldlyvoid]

Falling For You.

[REQUEST] spencer reid x BAU!reader but they're in a secret relationship, and basically she gets him to watch all these romcoms, so when he makes a reference to something like Notting Hill or You've Got Mail and then the whole secret is blown.

warnings: mentions of lila archer, spoilers for 90s/2000s rom-coms, co-workers to lovers, love confessions, implied smut, secret relationships.

word count: 2.4k

It was no secret that the newest team member had a thing for romantic comedies. From the little jokes she made with Penelope to the quote from Pretty Woman on her travel mug, she was a walking Rom-Com reference.

Hotch understood some of the references, JJ would talk her ear off about her favourites, and even Emily and Derek would jokingly re-enact that scene from When Harry Met Sally every time they had a team lunch. It was only Spencer who didn’t get the jokes, and after having to explain them all to him 1 too many times, she finally invited him over to watch some. 

The first one they watched together was Can’t Buy Me Love. Patrick Dempsey, a loveable nerd has been saving up all summer to buy the telescope of his dreams when the girl next door accidentally ruins her mom's favourite dress and needs to buy a replacement… he ends up buying it for her on the condition that she pretends to date him so his Senior Year can be his best year yet. Spencer likes the movie overall, he wishes someone in his high school took enough pity on him to make him popular. But his favourite scene is when they go to the abandoned airplane graveyard and watch the stars in his homemade telescope. 

“I can make one of those,” Spencer whispers to her. 

“Really?” 

He nods, “It would be pretty easy… maybe we could go star gazing someday too?” He asks, biting the bullet and making this movie date the first of many dates they’d go on. 

—

The next movie they watch is Never Been Kissed. Drew Barrymore is a nerdy reporter who goes undercover at a high school and gets to relive her teen years while falling in love for the first time. Spencer likes this one because he can relate, he never had his first kiss until well into his 20s… and she was an actress, too. When he explains that to Y/N she can’t believe it, but he has the magazine photos of them saying goodbye after the case to prove it. 

“Have you kissed many people since then?” She asks, wishing he’d move a little closer to her and steal one. 

He nods, “a few.” 

“anyone good?” 

He shakes his head, “no, I’m saving the best kiss for last.” 

She looks puzzled? “What?” 

“My best kiss will be from the girl I end up marrying,” he gives her a smile and moves his hand over to hold hers. 

“Oh,” she bites back a smile and looks down at their interlocked fingers. “Have you at least met her yet?” 

“I think so…” 

“Well, then shouldn’t you kiss her to find out if she’s the right one?” She teases, leaning into his space even more. 

“I suppose you’re right,” he teases, he cups her face with his free hand and rubs his thumb over her cheek, “are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

She nods and leans in all the way this time. Effectively pressing their lips together. And even for a first kiss, it sure does feel different. It feels like her last first kiss ever. 

—

Keeping it a secret at work is hard when all they want to do is stare at each other with googly-eyes, they’ve fallen head over heels for each other and not told a single soul. No one knows about their movie dates or their real dates either. No one knows they’ve spent a whole night kissing or that they really, really, don’t mind sharing the hotel room with the two queen beds. And they definitely don’t know that they only slept in the one. Together. The whole week they were away. 

After the case ends, they head back to her apartment for their mandated 48 hours off with the pan to watch as many movies as they can. 

The third movie they watch is You’ve Got Mail. 

“Rival bookstore owners hate each other in real life, yet on the internet manage to fall madly in love with one another. Based on an older movie called The Shop Around The Corner, it’s a beloved story brought to life once again by the one and only Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.” 

She explains every movie like this before they put it on. He’s honestly only watching them because he loves listening to her talk about them. 

“You see, they both have partners in real life but they email each other every day, as friends… but you know what it's like in movies like these,” she smirks. “Best friends who have a lot in common find it easy to fall in love.” 

“That they do,” he agrees. 

He raises his arm over the back of the couch and she sits back, leaning into his side just as his hand lands on her shoulder. They snuggle up close, she hits play and he watches with glee, not knowing this was going to become his favourite movie by the time it’s over. 

His favourite line is when two cars honk at each other and their drivers get out to argue, followed by Meg Ryan saying “Don’t you love New York in the fall?” Which is something Tom Hanks says to her in an email earlier that morning.

He loves the way the old man recalls a woman of his past and called her “enchanting” because what a wonderful thing to say about a woman.

He giggles when Tom Hanks tosses aside Pride and Prejudice cause he just doesn’t get it the way Meg's character does. But ultimately, he picks it back up because he wants to get to know her through her reading history. 

“I sympathize with Frank,” Spencer whispers as he brings out a typewriter when they have a perfectly good computer at her house. 

“I know,” she laughs. “I love the tablets at work, I can’t believe you still have Penny paint the files out for you.” 

You are a lone reed standing tall, waving boldly in the curet sands of commerce. Frank compliments Kathleen, or at least he tries to. 

Spencer giggles again. “I remember what it was like being a lone Reid,” he whispers before pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

She gets all flustered, so madly in love with him that she wants to scream it from the rooftops but it feels way too soon. They’re only 3 movies into their relationship. Maybe at 10, she’ll tell him. Till then, she looks over at him and steals a real kiss. 

Kathleen is so passionate about her books in the same way that Y/N loves her movies. Spencer sees so many similarities between them that it’s really no wonder that Tom Hanks’ character falls in love with her. Passionate, kind, beautiful women will always have a place in Spencer's heart. 

Their 4th movie is another Meg Ryan classic; When Harry Met Sally, and now Spencer understands why Derek pretends to have an orgasm when he eats a good salad… 

Their 5th movie is Notting Hill and Y/N can tell he doesn’t like it very much because unlike William Tucker, the actress who kissed Spencer never talked to him again after that. 

Their 6th movie, however, is Pretty Woman. And while they shared a bed all through the last case, they’ve never really slept together. So watching a movie all about sex and falling in love really didn’t help the frustration they were both feelings. By the time the movie ended, it was almost midnight and they should’ve been getting ready for bed. 

She gets up and heads to her room, expecting him to follow but he just stands in her doorway, watching with a bit of anxiety in his gut. 

“So…” Spencer asks. “What happens after he climbs up and rescues her?” 

She stills, her heart fills with love and she quickly makes his way to him. She cups his face in her hands, staring up at him. “She rescues him right back.” 

“Indeed you have,” he leans in and presses a quick kiss to her lips. “You know what all these movies have in common?” 

“What?” She has no idea where he’s going with this.

“They all fell in love pretty quickly, I mean just look at Vivian and Edward, it took them less than a week,” he explains. “So I don’t feel too crazy when I say… I love you, Y/N. I love you so very much.” 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she whispers between kisses. 

They kiss and kiss and he walks with her, leading her toward the bed where they fall in and make love for the first time. It's hot and close and emotional. It's slow and steady and perfect. It’s everything both of them have dreamed of when they finally met the one. 

— 

On their second day off they watch How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, 13 Going On 30, 50 First Dates, A Walk to Remember, 10 Things I Hate About You, and The Holiday. They would’ve gotten to more if they weren’t so wrapped up in one another. By the time they go back to work, they’ve gotten through half of her list of favourite movies. 

He’s not sure if it’s luck or coincidence or what… but their next case happens to be in New York. 

When they land, they get into their Bureau-issued SUVs and weave in and out of traffic on their way to the scene. They’re honked at multiple times and Spencer just smirks to himself. It’s not until they get out and they’re honked at once again, with some guy yelling at them to get out of his way, that Spencer turns to her and says. “Don’t you love New York in the fall?” 

She giggles and shoves him, “Shut up.” 

“It’s not the fall?” JJ remarks, not knowing why he’d say such a thing or why she’d react like that. 

“Hey, isn’t that…” Emily thinks it over for a second. “That’s a line from you’ve got mail!” 

“How would Spencer know that movie?” JJ laughs it off. 

Spencer turns to beat red with embarrassment. “I’ve seen it…” 

“You’ve seen you’ve got mail?” Derek even rides him for this slip-up. “And when do you have time to watch rom-coms?” 

“I’ve seen the original,” he lies. “It’s based on The Shop Around The Corner. My mom liked it before she got sick.” 

“Okay,” they drop it there. 

Thankfully. 

And by the time the case ends, 3 days have passed, the unsub has been booked into Jail at 9am and they’re free to go home. If they want to. Derek suggests they all go out for breakfast, and Hotch says he rather go home and sleep. JJ wants to go shopping and Emily’s right there with her. 

Spencer on the other hand, he opens his phone and sends Y/N a message. 

“There’s a place in Riverside Park at 91st street where the path curves and there’s a garden. I’ll be waiting there for you.” 

She digs her phone out of her pocket seconds later and smiles, a small sigh leaves her as her shoulders slump. She’s so in love with him it's unreal. 

“What about you, Y/N?” Emily asks her. “Do you want to come with us?” 

“No… no, I have a friend in town I want to meet up with.” 

“Looks like it’s just me and you for breakfast, pretty boy,” Derek teased, wrapping his arm around Spencer. 

He shakes his head, “Actually, I was thinking about going on a little sightseeing adventure, you know I only come to new york for work.” 

“Fine then,” Derek drops it and he, Emily and JJ watch as Spencer and Y/N head off, out of the precinct and in different directions. “I bet you ten bucks they’re meeting up.” 

“Hold on,” JJ says as she calls up Penelope. “Hey, yeah, can you tell me where Spencer and Y/N’s GPS pings in 20 minutes?” 

“I can… why?” Penny asks nervously. 

“No reason. Just a hunch.” 

When Penelope eventually calls her back all she has to say is Riverside Park at 91st Street and they know. 

—

Y/N gets there first, she’s never seen this place in person before. The flowers are even more vibrant than in the movie. There are bees dancing around every other flower, couples walking around hand in hand, people on dog walks and moms with their strollers. It’s just an average early morning in New York. 

And then she sees him. He comes rounding the corner, he’s carrying a bouquet of flowers wrapped in newspaper… at least she thinks they’re flowers. 

What they don’t notice is their friends on the other side of the garden, watching them get closer and closer until they’re chest to chest. He wraps his free hand around her waist, she cups his face in her own hands, and she stares up at him like he hung the stars just for her.  

“I wanted it to be you,” Spencer whispers what was originally Meg Ryan's line. “I wanted it to be you so badly.” 

“You sure did save the best for last,” she knows exactly what he means. 

Just as they lean in to kiss, as his lips meet hers, they hear it. Someone is playing “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” just for them. They smile into the kiss, shocked that their life is playing out like a perfectly written movie and then they see them.

It’s their own friends who played it. They’re clapping in the distance, “Woo!!” Emily cheers.

“We knew this would happen!” Derek throws in for good measure. 

They can’t help but laugh, Spencer pulls her in for another kiss, a longer, more hearty kiss. He loves her and he wants everyone to know. 

When she pulls back, she looks as though she could cry, so he extends the bouquet to her. It’s a bunch of yellow, newly sharpened number 2 pencils tied up with string. 

“Don’t you love New York in the fall?” 

“Not as much as I love you,” she says as she takes them, gladly. “Not even close.” 

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COMPLETE MESS [paige bueckers]

paige bueckers x teacher!oc

summary: natasha meets one of her students’ sisters, and she’s enthralled

a/n: lmk if yall want me to make more parts!

word count: 3.3k

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I stretched out my back with a groan. I loved teaching; it had been my dream job since I was a kid, but sometimes it drained the life out of my bones. Third graders could be an absolute menace, especially on days like today where they’d figured out how to make paper airplanes and had started flying them across the room, sneakily giggling whenever my back was turned.

It didn’t help that later tonight would be open house, when the families of students would come to visit the school to see for themselves what their children have been learning and working on for the past few months. The parents were always nice enough, but it was a drag having to clean up the classroom, hang up everyone’s projects, and decorate the walls and desks.

I checked my watch. Half an hour to go. I knew some eager children hauling their parents along would start arriving soon, so I smoothed down my skirt. I had to make good impressions, considering the fact that a lot of parents didn’t take me seriously because of how young I was.

Wanting to greet parents in the hallway as they entered my classroom, I stepped outside, but there must have been someone waiting directly outside the door because I heard a thump and a little “Ow!” Panicking at the idea of having just sent a little kid sprawling to the fooor in front of their parents, I rushed around the door, breathing in relief when I only saw one of my students, Drew, with no parents in sight.

“Drew, buddy,” I laughed. “What’re you doing?”

Drew pouted, trying to collect the pieces of Legos that were now scattered across the floor. “I was waiting because the door was locked and you hit me!”

I bent down and started picking up Lego pieces. “What have I told you about standing there, Drew?” I reminded him. Drew was one of my favorite students - he was hyper and often forgot about things like not standing behind the door, but he was so cheerful and positive all the time that I couldn’t help but always smile at his mischievous antics.

“I know, I just got excited! My mom and dad are coming to see my Lego project and so is my big sister!”

I ruffled his hair. “Your big sister! Woah! I would love to meet her.” I couldn’t remember her name, I think it started with a P, but Drew talked about her all the time, and I could tell that he absolutely adored her. “Where are your parents, by the way? You’re very early.”

“I made them come early,” Drew explained, finally grabbing the last Lego and dumping all the pieces unceremoniously into his backpack. “But Paige had to pee, so they went to the bathroom. I think I was supposed to wait outside for them but I wanted to come here!”

“Alright.” I got up, offering a hand to Drew, who accepted but pulled so hard he almost dragged me down again. “Come inside and sit while you wait. But don’t mess around, alright?”

Much to my surprise, Drew stayed quiet in his seat, not making any noise. I busied myself with adjusting the posters on the wall for what seemed like the hundredth time. A piece of tape had gotten loose on one of the papers, and just as I reached to fix it, the entire poster came tumbling to the ground. Signing, I bent down to pick it up.

“Damn, I could study this,” a deep voice whistled from behind me.

I immediately straightened myself, mortified. Cheeks burning, I turned around to reprimand whoever had just made a ridiculously inappropriate joke in a classroom setting, with a student sitting just feet away.

Leaning against the doorway was a blonde woman, whose hair was pulled back into a clean ponytail with shockingly no flyaways. She looked young, but was intimidatingly tall. Although she wasn’t smiling, her deep blue eyes were dancing with amusement, her slightly cocked eyebrows showing intriguement. Both hands were stuffed into the pocket of her sweatpants, her stance nonchalant. Whoever she was, she was gorgeous, with one of those faces people would pause and look back at if they passed on the street.

My mouth opened, but all semblances of what was supposed to be a lecture on respecting women faded. I didn’t know why my throat was suddenly dry, my heart suddenly pounding against my chest so hard I feared my ribs would break.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to end up saying anything, because Drew jumped up from his seat and ran to the blonde. “Miss Natasha!” he exclaimed. “Meet Paige, my sister!”

My eyebrows shot up. This was Drew’s sister? All this time, you’d been imagining a timid and sweet girl, not someone who was dressed in basically pajamas but still looked like they stepped out of a magazine.

Paige stepped closer to me, a dangerous smirk playing on the edge of her lips. “I’m Paige Bueckers,” she introduced herself. “Very nice to meet you.”

My jaw tightened. I didn’t appreciate this girl’s cocky attitude. I’ve known girls like Paige before; sexy and alluring, but with egos up their asses, who thought that they could flirt with you and do whatever they wanted because they were drop dead gorgeous. Especially considering the treatment I often faced, with fathers of my students often making suggestive remarks and creepy innuendos, causing their wives to get angry at me as if it was my fault that their husbands couldn’t stop ogling at someone twenty years younger than them. So I finally gathered my courage. “I don’t know who you think you are,” I said lowly, trying not to let Drew hear, “but you don’t get to come into my classroom and start making unseemly advancements. Especially in front of my students.”

Paige’s eyes flitted down, tracing my face and dropping for a second to my lips before slowly dragging its way down my body. She was blatantly and unashamedly undressing me with her eyes, and I almost reached for my jacket.

“Unseemly,” she echoed, nodding to herself. “Yeah. Definitely a teacher.”

I rolled my eyes, already frustrated. “Drew,” you said sweetly, bending down to look him in the eye. “Where are your parents?”

“They ran into one of his friends’ parents,” Paige responded for him. “But I’m here. Why don’t you walk me through everything, teach?”

I loathed myself for the way my heart skipped a beat at her stupid nickname. “It’s hard to walk you through Drew’s progress this trimester if you’re constantly trying to flirt with me,” you hissed through gritted teeth.

“Paige, stop making Miss Natasha mad!” Drew intervened, giving his sister a little push and running to give you a hug. You smiled gratefully at the little boy, taking delight in the way Paige’s eyes narrowed with jealousy.

“Whatever, I can be chill. But I actually wanna see the projects Drew’s been talking about, so can we get started?” The blonde asked impatiently, as if she hadn’t been the one obnoxiously flirting.

So I started showing Drew’s works that he’d created the past few months. When I got to the Lego Fortnite set he’d built, he’d started rambling about the project and going into a detailed explanation of how he built it. I could see Paige attentively listening at first, but as Drew kept talking, her attention slowly shifted to me.

“Whenever we Facetime, Drew talks about his teacher a lot,” Paige mused quietly as Drew paused his tangent to look over the set and make sure all the pieces were intact. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Her eyes darted to me again, and I wondered at how anybody ever talked to this girl with how intense her stare was.

I chewed my lip. It was always nice seeing the impact U made on your kids; it made all the hard work and tears worth it. It’s what I’ve always aimed to do - change their lives. “Thank you,” I said softly. “Same with you. Drew won’t ever shut up about you, especially at recess when the kids are playing basketball. You play, right?”

Paige’s eyes shined, a smile forming on her face. “I am. I play at UConn.”

I gaped at her. “Please don’t tell me you’re a freshman in college.” Although she had been the one making the innuendos, it still made me uncomfortable at the idea of an 18 year old even thinking about me this way.

Thankfully, Paige shook her head. “I’m 22. A senior. You?”

“I’m 24.”

Paige grinned again. “Perfect. Not too old for me then.”

I rolled my eyes, my annoyance returning. “Do you have no shame? I could have a significant other for all you’d know. I’m also your brother’s teacher.”

Paige tilted her head, studying me. “Do you have a significant other?” Her tone made it clear that she already knew the answer.

“That’s not important,” I said looking away. The corners of Paige’s lips turned upwards, and I wanted to punch the satisfaction off her face.

“I’ve actually always thought teachers were very attractive,” Paige murmured, her tone now husky. She leaned in closer to me, one hand stabilizing herself on the desk. “With their glasses and their skirts.” Her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip.

“I’m not wearing glasses,” I stammered. Every cell in my body was screaming at myself to back away and create some distance between me and this random girl, but I couldn’t.

“Maybe not, but you’re wearing a skirt. Although to be honest, I’d like it better if there was nothing there at all,” she rasped. She leaned in closer, the atmosphere between us now charged, but at the same moment Drew’s parents walked in.

I immediately jumped up and stumbled backwards, humiliated at having been caught in such a position with their daughter. I chastised myself - how could I be acting so unprofessionally while on the job? We hadn’t done anything wrong, per se, but the proximity we’d been sitting in was definitely way beyond what was appropriate for a teacher and one of their students’ family members.

“Mr. and Mrs. Bueckers!” I squeaked, clearing my throat and ignoring the way Paige started smirking as she observed my awkwardness. “So nice to see you guys again!”

Bob Bueckers looked curiously between the two of us, but nonetheless he stuck out his hand and flashed a friendly smile. “Miss Natasha! How have you been?”

I re-explained to the Bueckers all of Drew’s activities and achieevments, but this time with Paige silently burning me with her relentless gaze from behind her dad and step-mom. Every time I glared at her in an effort to get her to stop, her intensity only increased. I hated how flustered she was able to make me without even saying a word, so as soon as I finished, I quickly excused myself to talk to other parents.

Somewhere in the midst of my conversations with other families, the Bueckers disappeared, and I assumed they went to visit Drew’s other teachers. I tried to get Paige out of my mind, but for the entire night her face was burned into the back of my mind, God knows why. It seemed like the longest night ever - an endless stream of parents all fighting for my attention so they could talk about their kid, combined with my short interactions from Paige earlier that night still nagging at me. Unsurprisingly, I was completely exhausted by the time open house night ended.

It was almost 10 PM when I finished cleaning and wrapping up for the night. I locked up my classroom and headed to the bathroom for a quick pit stop before leaving. As I walked past the gym, though, I swore I heard sounds filtering in from under the doors. I paused, unsure of what to do. The gym was definitely supposed to be closed by now; almost the entire school was empty and dark save a couple janitors and lingering teachers. But it was getting late, and I honestly didn’t want to have to deal with another issue. Besides, I wasn’t sure if I even heard a noise.

So I turned around and kept walking, until a loud giggle followed by a “Shhh!” turned my feet right back. Marching to the front entrance, I tried to open the doors, but was met with resistance. Huffing, I pushed harder, but whoever was on the other end was strong. I gave one last push before jogging to the side entrance. This time, the door opened with ease, showing a completely empty gym - except for a familiar blonde woman and one of your students leaning against the doors at the front entrance.

Heat flooded your cheeks, and this time it wasn’t from embarrassment, but from anger. “Are you serious right now?” I stomped aggressively towards the two culprits, both of whom looked like guilty children that’d just been caught eating chocolate in the middle of the night - except one was a 22 year old college student who definitely knew better. “I cannot believe this is real right now.” I ran your head through my hair, my voice shocked with disbelief. “How did you even get in here?” I looked around, realizing that there had to be at least 20 basketballs scattered across the floor of the gym. “And where did all these balls come from?”

Paige scratched the back of her neck, sheepishness on her face. “Uh, we might’ve found a way to get into the storage room.”

“How did you even get inside the gym in the first place?” You shrieked, trying not to lose full control over yourself.

Paige winced. “I might’ve taught Drew how to pick locks? And he was trying to show me how much he’s been practicing.” She looked over at her little brother in desperation, who in turn ran behind her and started hiding behind her legs. “I mean, I didn’t think he’d actually be able to unlock the gym when he started showing me!” Paige justified. “But then he unlocked it and then I saw the court and I couldn’t not get a few hoops in.” She trailed off at that last part, slowly realizing how ridiculous she sounded.

“Oh my god.” I started frantically running around, chucking basketballs into the cart. “Never in my two years of teaching have I seen such unapologetic inappropriate behavior.” I turned around and jabbed a finger in Paige’s direction, my chest heaving with exertment. “You are single handedly worse than my entire class of third graders combined.”

Paige’s mouth dropped open. “Hey! This was Drew’s idea!”

“Paigeeee!” Drew whined, cowering further behind his older sister.

After collecting several more balls, I gave up. I slumped down on the floor. “Unbelievable,” I uttered to myself. “Unbelievable. A 22 year old breaking into school property and blaming it on her 8 year old brother. Unbelievable!”

Paige hesitantly walked nearer to me, concern in her eyes. “Stop,” I threatened once she got within a few feet. “Or I might bite.”

Paige started to laugh, but the look I sent her was so menacing that she immediately shut up. “Hey,” she said softly. “Look, I’m sorry. But what’s the big deal? It’s not like you’re gonna get in trouble for anything.”

“I just wanted to go home,” I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “It’s 10 PM and today has been the longest day of my life.”

I startled when I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. Looking up, I was surprised to see the face of Drew. “I’m sorry, Miss Nat,” he whispered, regret in his eyes. “But Paige hasn’t been home in forever and she said she would help me with basketball when she came back. We didn’t mean to make you mad.”

I knew it shouldn’t, but my heart melted at his words. This is why you’re weak, I cursed to myself. A pair of puppy dog eyes and you’re all bent up. Shaking my head slowly, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

“Hey,” Paige interrupted. “The damage is already done. This gym is unlocked and I’m pretty sure everyone else has left. Why don’t we show you what we’ve been working on so you know we haven’t been up to no good?”

I got up from my crumpled position on the floor, tightly gripping my purse. “No,” I said wearily. “I think I’m okay. I just wanna get some sleep at home.”

“Please,” Drew begged. “Can I show you just one of my shots? Paige said it looks a lot better from last time!”

“Just one!” Paige joined in. “One won’t hurt.”

I stared at the two of them, both of them with their hands interlocked as if they were praying, their eyes eager and hopeful. I couldn’t even believe myself, but the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop it. “Fine. Just one.”

“Yessss!” The two siblings high fived each other and I fought back a smile, trying to maintain my serious demeanor.

“You aren’t ready for this,” Paige smirked, and you only rolled your eyes in response. “Alright, ready bud?”

“Ready!” Drew called back, bouncing excitedly up and down on the balls of his feet. He started sprinting down the court, and Paige quickly passed him a ball.

He dribbled between his legs, almost losing it but recovering as he made his way to the net. “Drew Bueckers on a breakaway!” Paige narrated, cupping her hands around her mouth as she mimicked a sports commentator. “Three seconds remaining on the shot clock!”

Drew started making his way closer to the net, dribbling behind his back and faking out ghost defenders.

“Three….”

Drew landed on his right foot and pivoted.

“Two….”

Drew spun on his foot and faced the basket.

“One….”

Right before Paige finished counting down, Drew cocked his arm and released, sending the ball flying up and then down, straight into the net for a perfect layup.

“And he scooooooreeees!” Paige howled, running towards her brother and wrapping him up in a hug. This time, I couldn’t help it. I found myself smiling the hardest I’d smiled all night as I watched Paige swing Drew around as his infectious giggles filled the room.

“See?” Paige yelled to me once she set him down. “Wasn’t that epic?”

“So epic.” I beamed at the boy, who was now looking at me shyly. I cleared my throat. “But now we gotta clean up before someone finds this and gets yall in trouble.”

“Ooh, so she’s on our side now!” Paige poked Drew in the ribs teasingly, and he scampered away, laughing as he started picking up balls on the other side of the gym.

Paige turned to you, her expression serious now. “I think it’s your turn.”

“What?” I took a step back. “No, I think I’m actually good.”

“You not up for a little challenge?” Paige picked up a ball and spun it on one of her fingers, and I couldn’t deny that she looked incredibly hot while doing it.

“I can shoot a ball,” I insisted, folding my arms. “I just don’t want to right now.”

“Bull.” Paige extended her arm, offering the ball to you. “I bet you can’t make it from here.”

“Are you serious? We’re like three feet from the net!” I scoffed. I haven’t really shot many basketballs in my life, but how hard could it be? The net was right there.

“Alright, then shoot it.” When I stared at her blankly, still refusing to take the ball, Paige tossed it to me so that I was forced to catch it. “We’re not leaving till you shoot.”

Sighing, I bounced the ball once. Praying that the ball would land somewhere around the net, I launched it. The ball hit the backboard, slowly rolling around the rim of the net before falling to the side. I rolled my eyes. “That basically counts.”

Paige stifled a laugh. “If that basically counted, I’d be the all time leading scorer in the NCAA by now.” I pushed her, unamused. “Hey, now.” Paige picked up another ball. “I’ll teach you.”

I backed up, about to protest, but Paige stepped closer to me, so close that I could feel her breath hitting my skin, and I suddenly lost all ability to move. The blonde swallowed, her eyes darting to my lips for barely a moment before she refocused on the ball. Gently, she placed the ball in my hands, then stepped behind me. I felt hands grab my waist and pull me to her. When my hips suddenly collided with hers, I let out a gasp of surprise.

“Relax,” she murmured into my ear, her warm breath fanning my cheek. “You’re so tense.”

Her hands let go of my hips, and my body ached for the loss of her warmth until her arms wrapped around my own and guided them to the position she wanted. After my arms were in the right form, she positioned my legs and feet with her hands. Every time she touched me, her fingers lingering, I felt light headed, as if my blood sugar was about to crash.

“Okay,” she breathed, stepping back to take a look. “Beautiful.” I had a feeling she wasn’t only talking about my shooting form, and my heart lurched.

“Shoot.”

This time when I let the ball go, it reached the net, sliding through with a satisfying swoosh. I let out a little shout and turned around, giving Paige a bright smile. She chuckled at my excitement. “Good, huh?” she teased.

“You’re not bad,” I responded as nonchalantly as I could. A little flirting never hurt anyone.

She raised an eyebrow. “Not bad, huh? You should come to one of my games. You’ll see how ‘not bad’ I really am.”

“Go to one of your games?” I smiled suggestively, closing the distance between us until we were closer than we’d been before. I licked my lips. “You’re moving a little fast, Bueckers.”

“Fast,” Paige repeated, her voice throaty. “That’s how I roll.” I finally let my eyes fall to her lips, finally noticing how pink and soft they looked.

My hands somehow landed on her chest. Her fingers touched my chin, tilting it upward. Before I knew it, her lips were on mine, and I was on fire. I grazed her cheeks with my fingertips, her skin hot and flushed under my touch. She’d barely brushed her lips against mine though, when a basketball suddenly dropped, pulling me into my senses.

I jumped back, staring in disbelief at the blonde. Her hair was slightly mussed up, her eyes darkened as she watched me. “Oh my god,” I whispered to myself. “Oh my god, you just kissed your student’s sister.” I brought my fingers to my lips.

“That was barely a kiss,” Paige complained. “How about you c’mere and I’ll show you how it’s really done?”

“Fucking hell, no!” You steppped back from Paige, glancing over at Drew to see if he’d saw us. Thankfully, he was still preoccupied putting the basketballs away.

“You guys need to hurry and clean up. I gotta go tell the janitors to lock up the gym. You need to be gone from here before they come.” You turned around, frantically looking around for your purse. Once you spotted it, you grabbed it and started rushing out.

“Hey!” Paige yelled out, her hands to her side. “Where are you going?”

I swallowed hard, not responding as the doors of the gym slammed behind me. Ice traveled through my veins. How could I have gotten mixed up in that? If I’d gotten caught by one of my coworkers kissing one of my student’s family members in a gym that was broken into, I’d be fired on the spot. Getting this job had been hard enough - no one wanted a 24 year old female fresh out of college. I could not be participating in risky behavior like this.

Paige was attractive, no doubt. But she was also cocky, and arrogant, and Drew’s sister. She also lived in Connecticut. This would never work out, I reminded yourself. So when I went home and jumped in the shower, I tried to scrub off any memory of Paige’s tantalizing lips.

[cocoacat323]

Scum Villian Fic Recs

So, I've been reading fanfiction for a long ass time, longer than I've been on Tumblr and have always loved fic recs, and now I realize I can make my own(yay!), so here it is. None of these are explicit or anything, but they are super good.

A Transmigrator and a Time Traveler Walk Into The Bamboo House Summary:

Over a year after Shen Qingqiu's death, Luo Binghe consults his servant's servant, concurrently his disgraced martial uncle, for a way to bring the love of his life back. Shang Qinghua sends him in the direction of a certain time-traveling artifact, which supposedly brings one to the day they first met their soulmate. Odd, though, that the artifact ends up missing the destination by just a few years…

A story in which post-Abyss Luo Binghe relives his disciple days, while juggling his secrets, traumas, and some unexpected revelations about the man he loves on top of that.

Unveiling The Imposter Summary:

While tracking a suspicious fortune-teller, Shen Qingqiu falls unconscious. The fortune-teller extracts a glowing orb from his body, telling Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge that this Shen Qingqiu is an imposter, and they can see for themselves if they don't believe it.

Alternatively, the Demon Lord and Peak Lords watch Scum-Villain's Self-Saving System.

Characters Watch the Series fanfic. Post-Canon.

High Mountain, How I Long Summary: Shen Qingqiu, after enduring his trial, is placed into Luo Binghe’s custody at Huan Hua Palace.

meta madness Summary: Looking at SVSSS through the eyes of the universe left behind when Airplane and Cucumber died. (Note: Not a fic, but a series, but every fic in it is so good so definitely check it out.)

it's only shameless if you had any shame to loose in the first place Summary: They have not told anyone about their marriage, and at Shen Qingqiu's request, they will only do so once the wedding preparations are done. No one will have time to nag!

But in the meantime, Luo Binghe, demonic lord or not, is only an alpha. He must do something to show off his claim or he'll go insane, he really will. He'll qi deviate terribly, see if he won't.

Fortunately, as thin-faced as he is, his Shizun does not care much for proper dynamic etiquette...

love's worth running to Summary: “Shizun,” he purred, darkly calm despite the anger oozing out of his mock-respectful smile. Luo Binghe's grip on Xiu Ya's blade tightened, and he realised with belated horror that his blood was running down the sword and dripping by Shen Qingqiu's feet. His sword had to be held at an upwards angle now, to reach the place where he pierced him back then.

Shen Qingqiu felt sick. There was something wrong in this dream.

“I ask you again. Do you regret it, Shizun?”

//

Shen Qingqiu can't answer whether he regrets betraying him. Luo Binghe wants his Shizun to understand how he suffered, and drags Shen Qingqiu into his dreamscape of the Endless Abyss that night.

The only problem: Shen Qingqiu isn't waking up.

We Are Not Wise Summary:

When Shen Qingqiu drew Shen Yuan’s soul sword, it felt like being burned from the inside out. The fire wasn’t cruel, but it was still fire—hot and destructive, searing the softest pieces of him.

When Binghe’s fingers touch the hilt, he is ready for pain.

Transmigrated into a version of Proud Immortal Demon Way where cultivators manifest their own souls into spiritual weapons, Shen Yuan finds himself sort of kind of…accidentally blackmailing Shen Qingqiu into taking him on as a disciple before Luo Binghe joins the sect.

That should give Shen Yuan plenty of opportunities to make sure nothing goes wrong for his favorite protagonist, right? RIGHT!?

A story of twists, turns, hope, despair, and soul swords. Written for the Bingqiu Reverse Minibang 2023, illustrated and conceptualized by the incredible Suzu!

The Cultivating Force Summary: In which a Master and a Padawan run into a Shizun and a... Sith?

and judgement is just like a cup that we share Summary: The blob finished rotating into place in a way that wasn’t quite compatible with geometry as Shen Qingqiu understood it, and cleared a throat it didn’t seem to have.

“Greetings,” it said, somehow clearly addressing him in particular more than the room as a whole despite its total lack of features other than blueness and translucency. “I’m here on behalf of the Hyper-Celestial Peace and Order Enforcement Bureau. Crime scene secure, proceeding to interviews. Beginning with Subject One: You are Shen Qingqiu, formerly Shen Yuan, also known as Peerless Cucumber?”

"Proud Immortal Demon... Protection Squad?" Summary:

[ REWRITTEN 2023 ]

in which shen qingqiu, the nation's scum villain, doesn't perish from a qi deviation and instead, after dying tragically in his pathetic, sickly, 20 year-old body because he ate some definitely rotten yogurt he mistook for cream cheese like the absolute knob that he is, shen yuan wakes up to find himself in the body of a child, in the middle of a forest, and with absolutely no clue what world this shitty system had dropped him into. he decides to just go with the flow, one step at a time.

what could possibly go wrong?

(the answer is: everything)

(Shen Yuan Might Die Often but His) Old Habits Die Hard Summary: When Luo Binghe asks about his spiritual veins in the Holy Mausoleum, Shen Yuan's chest feels so funny that a lifetime of being chronically ill and reassuring his loved ones that, actually, he's fine kicks in. It is fine, really, because every problem in Airplane-bro's world can be solved by something that's penciled regularly into Shen Yuan's schedule at least eight times a week now.

Except the cure for Without a Cure doesn't work, and Shen Yuan's unlucky enough that Airplane-bro's plot device for winning over a tsundere via 'walking a mile in each others' bodies' hits him before he can figure out an alternative to telling Binghe that actually his five years of rebuilding Shen Qingqiu's spiritual veins diligently failed to cure him.

Luo Binghe is, of course, less than impressed to discover through personal experience what Shen Yuan, with his pain scale so skewed by years of chronic pain, never did during all his time poisoned: that, actually, having spiritual energy forming blockages and blood stagnating in your body hurts like hell.

Anyway, that's all that I've got for now. I hope that if you do take my recs you enjoy them, and remember to read all of the tags. Have fun reading!

[ttshihiro]

pspspps.. totally not golden groovy woops

ANYWAYS HII!! heard u were open for requests. may i request tammy + qiu with and an artist reader :00

requests of my favorite fandoms are my catnip good gof woa who could this be‽‽ my reqs and my ask box are like always open btw >◡<

extra note/s: I refer to step 1 Qiu as he/him. Uhhh take this as platonic or romantic, I'll add an indicator for romance (𐙚) ^^

more under the cut > o

✧ At 10 years old, QIU's fascinated. How he discovers your interest and skill in arts varies but his reaction doesn't. He's impressed! Whether digital or traditional, Qiu would love to participate especially if you asked him yourself.

For this reason, he carries an extra pen and even those colored ones just in case you get bored or if you're suddenly struck by creativity when you two are playing :3

✧ The first time you show him one of your doodles you made during class, he's compelled to do the same whether or not you actually give him it. And ever since, you two've been exchanging these sketches during class. It's the cutest scene to walk into.

✧ URGH AND THE THINGS HE DOES WHEN YOU TELL HIM ABOUT ART BLOCK DEPENDING ON HOW AND WHAT YOU DRAW

You're into drawing sceneries? Trust that he starts telling you and Tamarack about more "special things" in the forest and/or the town.

Like the sky? There's this clearing a lot further into the forest at your backyards. Stargaze, watch the clouds and the sunset together?

✧ It's also necessary for me to mention that unlike his notes, lazily pressed against eachother and constantly on the run, anything you give him goes to a safe space probably in between a books pages, under the the matress of his bed or inside a drawer/container.

"They broke into my backyard accidentally, 'cause they were on a crazy investigation about a paper airplane. Plus, they got here a day ago and they're already looking out for me. Normally, I'm the one doing that."

"Besides, they're pretty. And they make me pretty. Look! Look how they drew me!"

✧ As for 10-year-old TAMARACK, she's curious. The things you draw, are they based on actual places? Actual people? Oh, you draw based on your imagination? Elaborate.

✧ At some point in the prologue, she says "All the forests in the world are different, and some places don't even have forests. I can show you good spots to find things since you're newer to this forest than me."

And I can't not think of her running up to you to give you all of what she gathered for you to draw like omfg

With all those leaves and tiny branches sticking out of her hair and sweater, she smiles brightly with her hands filled with her treasures. AUGH SHE MAKES ME SO SICK I LOVE HER

✧ Like Qiu, she has her own safe spot designated for only your drawings if you've given her any.

She shows off all of them. Especially if you've drawn her?? It'll be the only thing she talks about during literally any time for the rest of the month and the few months after.

"Out of all the friends I have here, you're the best one. We came to the same exact neighborhood, almost at the same time, and are he same age. You have fun outside and I do too."

"I think you're pretty. How you draw me is pretty! I've never met a kid who was just like me. That's important. That's serious."

✧ Now, 14-year-old QIU's pretty much no different. They're even more impressed when they see just how much you've improved. Nonetheless, they treasure your old drawings just as much as they do they new.

They take the liberty of providing you with both a pen and paper to draw on when you're together, in case you don't bring your sketchbook (if you own one).

On those days where you two just sit in silence in their hideout, their gaze drifts to your side quietly a few times to watch your progress. After a while, they settle with sitting right next to you and watching the stroke of your pen against the paper as the scene forms with each hatch.

✧ As a teen, they've actually been a tad bit farther off the town when they feel like taking a ride on their bike. They've seen many sights and burn the route into their brain for them to tell you about. They'd even be happy as to bring you there themselves.

✧ If you ask them to be your muse, good god you'd need to tell them what to do.

It's almost a funny sight. Qiu, the kid who knew what to do their whole life asks you, "Should I pose? Where do I look? Ah- what's my good side?"

𐙚 They can feel their breath hitch under your scrutiny. Suddenly, they're concious of every single thing about them. Where do their eyes go? Should they move their hands? Is their hair in the way?

They avert their gaze flusteredly, their head ever so slightly moving to the side when they do so.

And good god do their hands clutch the fabric of their pants when you tell them to look at you properly.

✧ Same goes for TAMARACK at 14. She's as intrugued as ever to hear about your work. She admires (you)r style from then till now and has learned to appreciate the time gone into things as simple as this, whether or not you've made it with her in mind. BUT GOD IF YOU TELL HER IT IS, it's always sitting on her desk and she thinks constantly about what you've done for her.

✧ And while she doesn't exactly bring you a pen, she's more than glad to hand you hers when you need it.

✧ Unlike before, she'd now be at your side when you two hung out at her backyard. She'd be sitting across from you, practicing the cello. The hum of her instrument accompanied by the sound of nature and the scratch of your pen against paper gives her a sense of calmness.

This may also be when she realizes she's been your muse! Her fingers trace over where your pen has been and boy appreciate isn't even enough for her to describe how she felt. It was definitely happy, but that wasn't the word either.

𐙚 Her heart pounds alarmingly as she admires your work. It's almost concerning to you that she sits silently with a blank expression as she held your sketchbook in her hands.

But that concern washes off you as soon as a warm smile curls the corners of her lips, tender adoration displayed all over her face.

[isackwhy]

Isaac with a quiet but chaotic partner. Like hardly talks but will sit those’re giggling constantly and messing with ppl

lowkey me coded depends how much weed i smoked

isaacwhy x chaotic/quiet! reader hc’s

he knows when ur up to something

liek when ur giggling as he looks for his vape

and he’s like 🤨🤨🤨

he finds it behind the pillow

u drew on all of larry’s lean tubs and he didn’t realize for a week and then while u over he called u out

isaac just makes fun of him for not realizing sooner

when u guys are alone ur like a cat

like u go into human airplane mode and ur pouncing on him

or poking him until he gives in and tickles u

u jump scare him a lot

especially if one of the guys let u in and u sneak into isaac’s room

“AHHHHH! BABE—“

“hehehehe”

when u do talk it’s some random ass shit

and they all just look at u

and either laugh, nod or start it as a bit

[badger-tales]

Emma//S.H x Reader

a/n: I'm not sure if this is exactly what you were looking for in this fic but i really enjoyed this fic its so sweet imo. its kind of more focused on steve and y/n's older child.

word count: 3.4k

request: hello badger! it’s nice to meet you :) can i request steve harrington x reader where she has kids and the youngest one (2 or 3) loves him but the 5 year old doesn’t like him? and steve is so confused because kids love him, he’s great with kids!

Steve Harrington had always had a way with kids. From the time he found himself babysitting the gang in Hawkins, he’d discovered he had a natural charm that made children gravitate toward him. Whether it was his goofy smile, his willingness to get down on their level and play, or maybe just the fact that he didn’t treat them like, well, kids—Steve was someone they could trust. And he loved it. He wasn’t just the guy who made sure they didn’t burn the house down; he was the cool older brother, the protector. 

So, when he started dating you, a woman who had already been through so much raising two kids on her own, he thought he’d be in his element. You were unlike anyone Steve had ever met before. Fierce, independent, with a dry sense of humor that caught him off guard more than once, you didn’t take anyone’s nonsense—not even his. But there was a vulnerability to you that drew Steve in, a strength wrapped in layers of quiet exhaustion and love for your two little ones: Emma, 5, and Jack, 3.

Steve had fallen for you hard. What started as a few flirtatious glances and late-night conversations at the video store had quickly turned into something much deeper. You were wary at first, hesitant to let someone new into the life you had built with your kids. But Steve wasn’t just someone. He showed up. He stayed. And before long, you couldn’t imagine your world without him in it.

Meeting your kids, though—that was a different kind of pressure.

He knew that for this to work, it wasn’t just about winning you over. He had to win over Emma and Jack, too.

When he first met Jack, your youngest, Steve thought, this is going to be a breeze. The second Steve walked into the room, Jack’s eyes lit up like he was looking at his new favorite superhero. The boy had toddled over to Steve with a look of wonder, his little hands reaching up as if Steve were the tallest, most fascinating thing in the world. From that moment on, Jack had practically glued himself to Steve’s side, trailing behind him like a loyal puppy. 

Toddler giggles filled the room as Steve scooped him up, lifting him high into the air while making exaggerated airplane noises. “Whoooosh!” Steve would call out, earning a chorus of bright laughter from Jack as his tiny hands stretched toward the ceiling. 

"Steeb! Steeb!" Jack would call his name with pure joy, tugging at his pant leg every time he came over. The little boy’s affection was immediate and wholehearted.

But Emma, your 5-year-old, was another story.

From the moment Steve walked through the door that first day, Emma had crossed her arms over her chest, standing off to the side like a tiny bouncer guarding her turf. Her brown eyes narrowed in suspicion as she sized him up, and Steve could practically feel the frost radiating from her. She didn’t say much, but she didn’t need to. The look on her face said it all.

When Steve had tried to join in on one of her games, crouching down next to her as she worked on a puzzle, she’d glared at him and muttered, “I can do it myself,” her voice sharp and cold. And if Steve tried again, she’d storm off, her little feet stomping down the hallway as she disappeared into her room, leaving him to sit awkwardly in the living room with Jack still latched onto his side.

It wasn’t long before Steve realized that his usual charm wasn’t going to work on Emma. Kids like me, he thought, feeling more confused with every encounter. *I’m Steve!* The kids he’d taken care of in Hawkins adored him, and he’d never had trouble bonding with them. So why was it so hard with Emma?

It wasn’t just the cold shoulders or the way she refused to participate when he suggested playing a game together. It was the subtle, quiet rejection that gnawed at Steve the most. No matter what he did, Emma kept him at arm’s length. 

He started small, trying to win her over with gifts. He brought over a toy car one day, thinking she’d be excited about it, only to have her wrinkle her nose in distaste. “I don’t like cars,” she said flatly, setting it aside like it was something beneath her.

Not one to give up easily, Steve tried again. The next visit, he brought her a coloring book, hoping that something artistic might spark her interest. But once again, Emma shrugged it off. “That’s for babies,” she muttered, pushing the book away without even looking at it.

You, ever the diplomat, explained that Emma was just a little protective. After all, it had been just the three of you for so long. Steve was new. He was different. And Emma, in her own quiet way, was struggling to adjust. But even though Steve understood that logically, it still stung. He wanted so badly to be a positive figure in her life. He wanted Emma to feel the same comfort and trust around him that Jack did. But no matter how hard he tried, it felt like he was hitting a wall.

Meanwhile, Jack was oblivious to his sister’s reluctance, still riding on Steve’s shoulders and laughing as they played their little games. Steve loved it—he loved how easy it was with Jack—but it made the distance with Emma feel even more frustrating. 

One evening, after another day of awkward silences and Emma’s glares, Steve collapsed onto the couch next to you with a dramatic sigh. He leaned his head back against the cushions, staring up at the ceiling as if it might offer him some answers. “What am I doing wrong?” he asked, his voice tinged with genuine confusion. “I’ve never met a kid who didn’t like me.” He turned his head to glance at you with mock desperation. “You’re sure you don’t talk about how lame I am when I’m not around?”

You laughed, nudging him gently with your shoulder. “You’re doing fine, Steve. It just takes time. Emma’s...she’s a little protective. She’s used to it being just us.”

It was then that Steve knew he wasn’t just dealing with the usual kid stuff. This was deeper. He wasn’t just the new guy trying to win Emma over; he was stepping into a part of her world that had been carefully built and fiercely protected. 

Things came to a head one weekend when Steve had the idea to take both kids to the park. He’d come over early, armed with snacks, toys, and a bright smile. He was determined to make the day fun, thinking maybe, just maybe, he could break through to Emma. But when it was time to leave, Emma stood in the doorway, arms crossed and feet planted stubbornly in place.

“I don’t wanna go,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. “You go without me.”

Steve crouched down to her level, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Hey, we’ll have fun, I promise! We can play on the swings or go down the slide together.”

But Emma just glared at him, her little lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t want to go with you.”

It was a small sentence, but it cut through Steve like a knife. For the first time, he felt the weight of Emma’s resistance, not as an inconvenience, but as a sign of how much she was hurting.

carefully keeping his voice light, even as he could feel the tension building between them. He offered her his best reassuring smile, the kind that usually worked with kids. “I could push you on the merry-go-round?”

But Emma’s expression didn’t soften. Instead, she met his gaze with that familiar hard stare, her eyes filled with distrust and something deeper—something Steve couldn’t quite put his finger on. Her tiny arms stayed crossed tightly over her chest, as though she was physically guarding herself from him. Steve waited, hoping for any sign that she might relent, but instead, her voice came out low and cold.

“You’re not my dad,” she muttered, her small voice carrying the weight of her feelings, cutting through the air like a blade.

The words hit Steve harder than he expected. They cut right through his heart, sharp and unfiltered, leaving him standing there, speechless for a moment. He straightened up, trying to keep his expression neutral, but the sting of her words lingered, sharp and painful. He hadn’t expected her to be so blunt, and though he’d never once tried to replace her father, hearing her say it aloud made him realize how deep her fear and confusion ran.

For Steve, it was like all the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked into place. Emma wasn’t just being difficult or stubborn. She was scared—scared that Steve’s presence meant a shift in her world, that somehow, by being here, he was going to take away something she held precious. 

But before he could find the right words to respond, you stepped in, sensing the tension that had thickened the air. Gently, you placed a hand on Steve’s arm, your touch grounding him. You could see the hurt flash across his face, but you also knew how hard this was for Emma.

“How about I stay with Emma, and you take Jack to the park?” you suggested softly, your voice full of understanding. You gave Steve’s hand a reassuring squeeze, silently letting him know that this wasn’t his fault, that Emma just needed more time.

Steve nodded, swallowing down his disappointment, though it weighed heavily on his chest. He didn’t want to show it—not to Emma, not to you. He forced a smile as he bent down to scoop Jack up, the little boy already giggling and tugging at Steve’s shirt with excitement.

“Come on, buddy,” Steve said, his voice still warm but quieter now. Jack, oblivious to the tension that had just passed between his sister and Steve, wrapped his chubby arms around Steve’s neck, his laughter filling the air as Steve carried him out the door.

But even as Steve left with Jack’s happy babbling echoing around him, his mind was on Emma, wondering if he’d ever be able to break through that wall she had built between them.

It had been a few days since that moment at the door, but Emma’s words—You’re not my dad—still echoed in Steve’s head, replaying over and over whenever he had a quiet moment. It wasn’t just the words themselves that hurt—it was the realization of how hard this was for her. She wasn’t trying to push him away out of malice; she was just trying to protect something she felt was slipping away.

Steve didn’t want to overstep, but he also knew that if things were going to work between him and you, he couldn’t just tiptoe around Emma forever. He had to find a way to connect with her. 

One evening, after you’d tucked Jack into bed and the house had fallen into a gentle quiet, you asked Steve to keep an eye on Emma while you took care of some things. He found her curled up on the couch in the living room, her small frame tucked into a corner with her favorite stuffed animal clutched tightly in her arms. She was flipping through a picture book, though it was clear she wasn’t really paying attention to the pages.

Steve hesitated in the doorway for a moment, unsure of how to approach her. Normally, he would’ve cracked a joke, tried to get her to laugh or lighten the mood, but something told him this wasn’t the time for that. He could feel the wall she had put up, and he knew he had to tread carefully.

Quietly, he crossed the room and sat down on the floor next to her, close enough to be there, but not too close to make her feel crowded. For a moment, he just sat there in silence, letting her feel his presence before he spoke.

“Hey, Emma,” he said gently, keeping his voice soft. “Can we talk for a minute?”

Emma glanced up at him from over the edge of her book, her face as guarded as ever. Her eyes flickered with something—hesitation, maybe curiosity—but after a beat, she slowly put the book down on her lap.

“Okay,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

Steve took a deep breath, steadying himself. He didn’t want to mess this up. “I know you’ve been kind of upset with me lately,” he began, keeping his tone calm and open. “And I just… I want to understand why. I’m not mad or anything—I just want to know how you’re feeling.”

For a moment, Emma didn’t say anything. She stared down at her hands, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the frayed ear of her stuffed animal. Steve could see the struggle on her face, the way she was wrestling with her emotions. After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re always here now,” she muttered, still not looking at him. “And I don’t like it.”

Steve felt his heart sink a little, but he kept his voice gentle. “Yeah, I get that,” he said, nodding slightly. “I know things have changed a lot since your mom and I started hanging out. It’s not just you and her anymore, huh?”

Emma’s face scrunched up in frustration, her emotions finally bubbling to the surface. “It used to just be us,” she said, her voice cracking slightly. “Now you’re always here, and you’re taking her away from me.”

And there it was—the truth that had been hiding in plain sight, finally coming into focus for Steve. Emma wasn’t upset with *him* specifically, not in the way he had thought. It wasn’t about the toys or the silly voices or even his presence in their home. Emma was scared. Scared of losing the special bond she had with you, the bond that had been built with just the two of you in her world for so long. Steve felt the weight of that realization settle over him like a warm but heavy blanket. He wasn’t a threat to Emma, not in the way she perceived, but she didn’t know that yet.

The understanding washed over him, softening every muscle that had been tense with confusion and frustration. He wasn’t the enemy here—he was just the unknown. A new chapter in a book that Emma hadn’t quite agreed to read yet.

“Oh, Emma,” Steve said gently, his voice full of empathy now, no longer carrying the edge of defensiveness or worry. He leaned forward just a little, not enough to invade her space, but enough to show her he was truly listening. “I’m not trying to take your mom away from you. I promise. I know how much you love her, and I would never—*never*—want to get in the way of that.”

Emma still sat curled up, her knees pulled close to her chest, but her eyes—those deep, watchful eyes—widened just a fraction, the guarded wall around her emotions cracking ever so slightly.

Steve continued, his voice steady and sincere. “I care about her a lot, Emma. And I care about you and Jack, too. But no one—and I mean *no one*—is ever going to change the fact that you and your mom have something really special. You’re always going to be her number one.”

Emma blinked up at him, her lips parting as though she was about to speak but wasn’t sure if she believed him yet. There was a flicker of something in her gaze—surprise, maybe even a hint of relief, as if she hadn’t expected Steve to understand at all. Like she had braced herself for another adult who wouldn’t listen, who wouldn’t *really* see her.

“Really?” she asked, her voice so small, it tugged at something deep inside Steve’s chest.

“Really,” Steve nodded firmly, his warm brown eyes locked on hers. He wasn’t just saying the words to soothe her—he *meant* them. “Your mom loves you more than anything in the world, Emma. And that’s never going to change, no matter what. I’m not trying to replace anyone. I’m not your dad, and I’m not trying to be. But I’d love to be your friend if you’ll let me.”

There was a long, drawn-out silence after that, as if the whole world had paused to let Emma think it over. Steve didn’t push her, didn’t rush the moment. He just sat there, his eyes soft with understanding, waiting for her to process what he had said.

Emma’s little brow furrowed, her thoughts clearly spinning behind her cautious gaze. Steve could practically *see* the wheels turning in her mind, the way her hands tightened around the worn ear of her stuffed animal, the way she tucked her chin against her knees, as though she was trying to make herself smaller, safer. But then, slowly—so slowly—she lifted her head and whispered a question that made Steve’s heart tighten.

“But… what if you go away?” Emma’s voice was so fragile, so filled with the fear of abandonment that Steve felt a lump rise in his throat. For someone so small, she carried such big fears. And he couldn’t blame her. Being raised by a single parent wasn’t easy, and the idea of someone coming into their lives, only to leave again, must have weighed heavily on her little shoulders. 

Steve’s heart clenched, but he kept his voice steady and kind. “I’m not planning on going anywhere,” he said softly, his tone reassuring but honest. “But I get why you’d worry about that. It’s okay to feel scared sometimes. I know it’s going to take time for us to get to know each other. And I’m not in a hurry. We can go slow. And if you ever want to talk or play or just hang out, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to.”

Emma’s frown deepened, and for a moment, Steve wondered if he’d said the right thing. But then, as if she had finally begun to believe him, she slowly uncrossed her arms from around her knees. She looked up at him again, her eyes still wary, but there was a tiny spark of curiosity in them now—something hopeful.

“You really like my mom, huh?” she asked, her voice still cautious, but there was something new in her tone. A hint of vulnerability, maybe even a little bit of trust.

Steve smiled, his heart warming at the shift in her tone. He could feel the tension beginning to melt away, just a little. “Yeah, I really do. She’s pretty amazing.”

Emma seemed to consider this, her expression softening ever so slightly. She didn’t say anything for a moment, but Steve could tell she was thinking it over. Finally, she spoke again, this time more tentatively. “You like playing games, right?”

Steve’s eyes brightened, relief flooding through him at the change in direction. He smiled, letting out a soft laugh, grateful for the chance to meet her where she was comfortable. “Yeah, I love games. Why, do you have a favorite?”

Emma hesitated, biting her lip, before she mumbled quietly, “I like puzzles. But they’re kind of hard.”

Steve grinned, feeling the tension in the room ease just a little more. This—this small invitation—was what he had been waiting for. A way in. “Well, I’m pretty good with puzzles,” he said, trying not to sound too eager. “Maybe we could try one together sometime?”

Emma glanced at him from beneath her lashes, her lips twitching into the tiniest of smiles. It wasn’t a big smile, but it was there. “Maybe,” she said softly.

It wasn’t much. But to Steve, it felt like a victory. A first step. He knew this was going to take time—Emma didn’t need him to swoop in and win her over with grand gestures or flashy promises. She just needed him to be patient, to understand, to meet her where she was and let her come to him when she was ready.

As she picked up her stuffed animal again, her small hands smoothing over its familiar surface, Steve leaned back against the couch, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. He wasn’t going to rush this. He didn’t need to. For now, it was enough to know that he had made a little progress, that the walls Emma had so carefully built were starting to come down, brick by brick.

And from the way Emma glanced at him, her guarded curiosity beginning to shift into something warmer, Steve knew she was starting to warm up to him in her own way.

[desi2go]

First times - Lee Know

pairing: Minho x reader

warning: fluff

summary: How were your first times with him?

author's note: Happy birthday Minho! I hope you had such a wonderful day 🫶🏼💙

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

You never meant to be there. You were supposed to be on an airplane, returning back home to Seoul after a joyful week in Seattle. But instead, your flight has been delayed due to a technical problem. You didn't mind, actually liking this city in Washington. So, didn't waste any time after you had brought your luggage back into a hotel room that the airline provided for you and walked through the city, determined to spent the last evening where you could enjoy the last sunlight of the day.

As you leaned against the safety window of the sky view observatory, you watched the sky turn into various colours. Different shades of red, orange, yellow and pink painted the sky like a canvas. You loved the view over the city. Next to you, a boy group of eight watched the sunset, talking in korean.

It was funny to you that even here in America, you would meet people from home. Well, maybe they follow you. You chuckled as they joked around, filling the huge room with laughter and happiness. But you noticed that one of them seemed to hate the height, he didn't even try to look down and after some minutes, settled down to sit on a bench far away from the windows.

Sadly, a black mask covered his face but his eyes were focused, sharp like an eagle. His fluffy black hair was perfectly styled. You didn't know what drew you to him but you couldn't stop yourself from buying two muffins from the shop and sitting down right next to him. He looked startled at first, especially when you offered him one of the muffins.

"Not fond of heights, right?" you asked while smirking, placing the cupcake on his palm as he observed you confused.

"You're korean?" his soft voice was dripping with confusion. You laughed and nodded, taking a bite from your sweet treat. "I'm on vacation and you?" you added.

Carefully, he pulled the mask down to eat it as well. "That's nice. We're here for work" you nodded impressed, enjoying the sun that fell on your face.

His eyes never left your face as if he was still trying to make out your intention. "What's your name?" he asked curiously.

"Y/n"

"Well, nice to meet you, Y/n. I'm Minho" you loved the way how he pronounced your name, letting a chill down your spine.

It was crazy how you could talk to a stranger for only some minutes and still have the feeling like you knew eachother for years. you both kept talking and talking. You adored his humor and his from time to time cocky answers. Conversing with him seemed easy and flawless, the time passed so quickly and the staff had to shoo you away to close the observatory.

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊

After your first meeting in America, you exchanged numbers. Since then, your phone was constantly ringing with messages from him. Not that you hated it, no, you loved the attention he gave you. It made you feel special and adored like you hadn't in a long time. It was funny that both of you came from Seoul actually and never met each other there. Of course, the city was huge with millions of inhabitants but how high were the chances that you two would meet outside of Korea?

Your texting turned into late night calls nearly every evening. For hours you could talk and you were over the moon when he finally asked you if you would wanna go out with him. You loved how his cheeks changed their colour into a beautiful red and the sweetest, shy smile on his lips. How could you say no?

You were nervous when he wouldn't even say where you two would be going. "It's a surprise, dummy" he responded as you pouted and tried to coax him into telling you with your big puppy eyes. But he stayed strong, just telling you that you should wear something warm.

It was cold, the autumn on its peak and you actually loved this season. The spooky season where the nature would turn into the prettiest colours.

In the afternoon, he stood in front of your door, picking your up for your first date. He laughed when he saw how much layers you had on, put taking your hand in his as you pouted slightly. "You look like a marshmellow"

"That's not nice! I just get cold pretty easy" you grunted, looking down on you, your body completely drowning in the mass of fabric.

"But you know I love marshmellows" he whispered into your ear, making you red as you slapped his arm lightly.

After an hour of driving, you finally parked outside of Seoul in front of a farm. The whole area was filled with different types of pumpkins and you clapped your hands in excitement as you saw families and couples picking pumpkins from the patch and carving them.

You grabbed Minho's arm and headed straight to the pumpkins. Each one individual in their shape and colour.

"Do you want to carve one?" Minho asked you and you nodded fastly. He chuckled at how cute you were and helped picking out one for and one for him. He got the tools from one of the farm helpers and within the next two hours, both of you carved your own pumpkin into the desired shape.

You laughed as you watched Minho struggling with cutting the face into his, making his smile super big and funny. And when he showed you the final result, you couldn't help but laugh at how hilarious the face was.

"I think I have managed well. That's you by the way" he commented, a smirk present on his face. You pouted but grew red when he gave you a kiss on your cheek. "But I think in reality you are even more beautiful"

𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉

Every meeting was a blast, you collected tons of memories together and it didn't took long before he asked you to be his girlfriend. It was predictable, well, to his members.

Seungmin called him a "tame kitty cat" whenever he caught Minho talking to you, earning a scowl. But even though he liked to tease his friend, he was the first who urged Minho to finally ask you to be his girlfriend.

You thought it was just a regular date when Minho texted you in the morning. When he stood in front of your door this evening and you saw the light blush on his cheeks, you guessed it was from the cold weather not from the fact that he was nervous. It was almost christmas, just two weeks until Santa clause would visit you.

Minho told you that you should dress up warm and when he parked with his car near the christmas market. The air was filled with laughter and the sweet smell of mulled wine. The darkness was lit up with hundreds of fairylights.

You were excited to see what the small booths sold. You grabbed Minho's hand and pulled him towards the entrance. His hand was warm in yours.

You two bought a cup of mulled wine and roasted almonds, your favourite.

When you two reached the central of the market, decorated by a huge christmas tree filled with fairylights and baubles in different shapes and colours. Minho's arm circled around you waist as you listened to the choir on the small platform in front of the tree.

Gently, he pressed a hot kiss on your cheek, everything else being covered by your scarf or your hat. He knew that it was time for the important question.

"Y/n, I wanted to give you something" Curious, you turned fully to him, observing him while he rummaged through his jacket's pocket, searching for the little velvety box. He didn't hesitante and presented you the box. You gasped and took it into your shaking hands.

As you opened it, a beautiful necklace was revealed. Its design so simple but even more breath taking. As you gently pulled it out of the small box, you noticed the small pendant, a sun with a small cristal in the middle.

"Thank you so much!" you squealed and leaned into him, brushing your scarf down to give him a tender kiss on the lips.

He laughed, taking the necklace from you to put it on. "I'm happy you like it. It should symbolise our first meeting in the observatory. When the sun went down, you shone even brighter" he admitted, cheeks red like a tomato.

"Aww. That's so sweet! I love it"

"And I love you, Y/n. So, I wanted to ask you if you want to be my girlfriend?"

Your eyes went wide and the prettiest smile he had ever seen decorated you face. "Of course! I love you too"

first night together

In the same night, you decided to let him sleep at your apartment. He was your boyfriend now, you couldn't believe it. Plus, it was far too late to drive home, you argued. And you just wanted to cuddle your love.

You two layed spread out on your bed, watching a romantic christmas film, pointing out the similarities between you and the film. Minho laughed about a lame pick up line the male protagonist said.

"I can't believe he said that! That's so embarassing!" he exclaimed, hiding in your hair. You giggled, playing with his fingers.

"I think it's cute" you answered.

"Cute? His behaviour is so predictable" he mumbled.

"Isn't every christmas movie like that?"

"Yeah, sadly. They are always the same." he admitted.

"But at least the men are hot" you explained with a smirk, munching on a burned almond you purchased at the market.

"Excuse you? You have a boyfriend!" he shrieked, pulling his head out of your hair.

"I know, I know. But even you can't deny that they are-" you couldn't even finish your sentence as he threw himself over you, crushing under his weight while he tickled you.

"Yah. I'm your boyfriend! You should find me hot!" You giggled and trying to wiggle out of his wrath. His face was just centimetres away from you, watching yours with a loving gaze.

"Who said that I didn't think you're hot?" you questioned when he finally stopped, circling his neck with your arms to pull him down more.

wedding

For him it was clear from the first moment that he laid eyes on you that you were the one. It was just a matter of time before Minho would ask you THE question.

He proposed to you on a shared vacation. You two had decided to go back to Seattle together after three years to remember the old times, especially the first time you met. On your last day, you visited the observatory again. While you jumped from one window to another, he was shaking with anxiety from his proposal and the height. He really wanted to propose to you here. And when the sun went down, he took a deep breath and walked with you to one of the windows even though his heart was going to kill him, and went down on one knee.

Of course you said yes and just some months later it was time for your wedding. You had decided to pick a date in autumn as a memory of your first date. In Addition, your venue was rustic and created such a beautiful atmosphere.

Before the actual wedding you two had decided to do a "first look" together without many other persons, just you and him. What he didn't know, it was actually Han who would surprise him there. Minho was lead to you with a scarf over his eyes, blind to what he would see in just a minute. In front of him stood Han, dressed in a wedding dress that he had burrowed, stuggling to hold his laugh in.

Gently, he took Minho's hand and caressed it while you died from laughing in the back, hiding from your husband-to-be's eyes.

"I can't wait to finally see you my love" Minho whispered before he pulled the scarf from his eyes. His face was instantly red and nearly dropped to the floor, laughing like hell.

"What do you think, my love? Am I not beautiful?" Jisung joked, swaying back and forth in his dress.

Minho cried tears of laughter. "Absolutely, bro. But where is my bride?"

You came out of your hiding place, giggling. "I'm here"

His eyes widened as he saw you in that beautiful dress (much more beautiful than hid best friend but he wouldn't dare to say that out loud).

first child

Minho and you had talked shortly after the wedding what you wanted for the future. It was important to you that both of you knew what the other wanted. Especially when it comes to children.

You both agreed that you would wait a few years. And when the time came, two years into marriage, you were open to becoming pregnant. You didn't want to force it. But fortunately, you didn't need to wait long to announce to your beloved that you were pregnant.

Minho was over the moon and the moment you revealed the big news, he was already up and baby proofing the house.

When you were eight months pregnant, you went into labour and Minho panicked, immediately driving you to the hospital. You were both anxious, fearing that something was wrong.

Labour was the most painful moment in your entire life but also the most beautiful. After ten hours of pain and contractions, your little son was born. He was premature and the doctors checked him several times to reassure that he could breathe on his own.

After that, all the tension broke off from you and you cried as you observed Minho cradling his baby in his arms to bring him over to you. Through the whole examination, after he was sure that you were fine, he watched the doctors and his son with eagle eyes. His protectiveness rising high.

"Look my love! We created such a beautiful boy"

[joosthead]

taking requests for joost blurbs/hcs!!

as of 22 june, my requests are closed !! i'll post again when they're open, thank you for requesting !!

please guys i’m so bored 😵‍💫 drop a prompt in my ask box and specify which number and whether or not it’s for fluff or smut :00 any extra details you want me to write are encouraged !!

i have anon and everything on so please don’t be shy :P

fluff prompts for requests!!

yeah delicate hugs, but they linger longer the more both of you do it

"why are you staring? is there something on my face?"

gently pushing their hair behind their ear to see their face better

handholding where your hands are intertwined tightly with theirs

late night calls where one of you accidentally falls asleep

them reading you like an open book, especially knowing when you're going through difficult times

"i can't imagine who i'd be without you in my life"

wanting more physical affection yet you don't want to overstep

yearning to constantly be in their presence

platonic sleepovers that somehow ends up with you waking up with their arms around you

buying matching jewelry, but it doesn't mean anything right?

getting extremely worried when they get physically hurt

memorizing their coffee/tea order so you can buy it for them every morning

"you're so oblivious aren't you"

accidentally staring a bit too long at their lips

watching your favorite movies together

singing your favorite love song to them as if you are truly dedicating the song to them

"you drew stars around my scars" (cardigan by taylor swift)

feeling like your complete self when you're with them

sharing each other's clothes (especially hoodies)

hearing rumors that they have a crush and desperately hoping that it is you who they are crushing on

the urge to confess to them whenever you see them, yet you fear losing them

"what are we to each other?"

under the cut are smut prompts i’m down to do !! please don’t venture forth if you’re not 18+

smut prompts for requests!!

1) overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex

2) crying crying during sex that leads to a pause or early end to comfort and take care of whatever emotions bubbled over

3) depression sex in order to feel something good for once

4) messy drunk sex that is then forgotten the morning after

5) filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstars

6) mutual masturbation

7) spying on/walking in on their partner touching themself

8) sex in exchange for a favour

9) car sex

10) quiet airplane bathroom sex

11) touching the other while at the movies

12) sex while there is the background noise of a rainstorm outside

13) being snowed in together and fucking in front of the fireplace

14) pool/hot tub sex

15) stargazing that turns into sex

16) the classic “oh, let me help you put some sunscreen on” but then the little massage turns into something more

17) sex while camping

18) fucking in the bar bathroom and being too drunk to care about being quiet

19) when the teasing in the dressing room gets a little too hot

20) shower/bath sex

[graysnetwork]

I’ve been posting a lot saying stay ff abt writing, (and honestly the Keegan brothers bsf thingy is still a wip) but I just had some thoughts about Keegan.

TATTOOS? — KEEGAN RUSS x FEM!READER

Warnings: a lot of kissing, pet/nick names(princess, keegs), reader is said to be a girl, and this is not at all proofread or even checked for grammar corrections.

Summary: while Keegan’s tired self is asleep and your bored you can’t help but give him some tattoos.

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Keegan had been on leave for a while now, which he deserved, you two had been making the most of him being back for now. You’d get bored from time to time since he was gone a lot, and it was really boring without your man. And you couldn’t exactly get a dog.

So you cooked a lot in your free time, drew, colored, watched almost everything on earth. So you had a lot of hobies now, and now that Keegan was back it’s less boring, having him be around and doing things like actually having a conversation with someone other than family on the phone made you so happy.

But Keegan’s a hard working man, he does so many things, on and off the field that he gets tired (at this point your surprised he hasn’t gotten gray hairs)

It’s really surprising

But due to all the work he does, he’s really tired, and already so sleep deprived, so he sleeps a lot. Even a tired Keegan walks through the door ready to have you ass up, but you know now that he’s a different type of tired when all he wants to do is sleep.

“Keegs?” You whispered, unsure if he was asleep or not, a groan was his response so you laid there next to him as he slept, it was barely 7 pm and he’d been outside working on your car, but he looked like a old man having his bedtime at 7.

The whole bed moved as he laid back, having his bare torso showing. Now, Keegan doesn’t have tattoos and he’s never had a thought of getting one, but the small thought in your brain of him actually having one, makes your mind go hazy.

Either way it didn’t matter, he was hot with or without it, and even more adorable when he was sleeping peacefully. But a girl can dream, right?

With that dream in your mind, and a pen on the nightstand next to you, you began drawing designs on your boyfriends stomach, you now hated his abs for how hard it was to draw on them. But that was besides the point.

You drew a couple of things, your name in a interesting looking “font” and drew a small airplane on the side of his stomach as to not make anything to big, or fuck the drawing up. Eventually you began working on a flower, a nice simple lily, it was simple but it looked very “professional” and detailed. Thanks to the tutorial you’d watched a while back.

You began connecting it with another flower with more leaves till there were four flowers in total drawn on him, he hadn’t even moved the whole time. Maybe he’d woken up and just didn’t want to say anything? Nope, he was sound asleep as you checked his face.

As the hour passed by your started getting sleep too. You laid there watching him before finally falling asleep along with Keegan. One of the most peaceful sleeps you’d had. (since every night without having Keegan wasn’t amazing)

What only felt like a quick second was actually hours and you woke up to the sun rising again, Keegan was still sound asleep when you opened your eyes, the sight was weird almost, he always woke up very early and ended up in the kitchen drinking coffee as he couldn’t sleep again even if he was still tired.

You glanced at the drawing on his stomach which had t looked like it faded at all so you assumed he wasn’t tossing and turning at night.

You were still tired and managed to fall back asleep for a while before waking up to movement. You opened your eyes when you felt Keegan’s arm move, he groaned a bit and rubbed his eyes.

“Morning keegs”you said, moving a little to remove your head from his chest, he frowned a bit at that and finally looked at you “g’morning princess” he said, he hadn’t noticed his new drawings yet.

You leaned up a little and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, he seemed unhappy with that and leaned into you for another kiss before pulling away.

“What time did I fall asleep yesterday?” He asked, the rasp in his voice becoming more apparent now. “7, 7:30” you said and sat up, he hummed and it didn’t sound happy, but not mad either,“it seems like your boyfriend has a curfew” he said jokingly as he mentions the other nights he feel asleep in the afternoon.

You let out a chuckle before saying “yeah, I’m dating an old man” and now he was the one laughing, he had such a sweet and cute laugh.

“Well princess” he sat up and placed his forehead on yours “your old man gonna need someone to help in the shower than, right?” He said and gave you another kiss.

When he finally got up passing the mirror he finally took notice to the ink on his abs. He stared at himself for a while before he turned back to you as you seemed to be staring at him as well, “what?” You smiled “I like your new tattoos” you said and got up off the bed. He smiled at that, turning his attention back to the mirror.

“They’re not terrible” he said “very, nice” he finished as his hand grazed his stomach. “I like this a lot” he pointed at the one with your name, “love it” he corrected himself.

It made you giggle as he placed his hands on your hips to lean in and kiss you again. He pulled away only inches apart from you “This is what you do when I’m asleep?” He asked going back to continue the kiss, you nodded into the kiss.

[sebbypowell]

Family Life With Jake Seresin

Authors Note: So this is actually my first fan fiction on Tumblr ever because I always thought if I ever wrote one, it will suck so this is my first attempt.

Words: 1.6k

Summary: You're just living a family life with the man you love. Yours and Jake’s 2 year old is named Navy after Jake’s job. Jake thought it was the perfect name for her and you agreed.

You were in the kitchen with Rooster who's also your brother.

He was slightly surprised to see the two of them in the kitchen, though he quickly recovered and smiled at the both of them. He moved over to the fridge and opened it and grab a soda bottle. "You two plotting somethin'?"

"Why would you think that?" you asked as you grabbed a tub of ice cream from the freezer.

He chuckled and leaned on the counter. "I know you better than you think, darlin'. Anytime you're talkin' with your brother, it's usually because you're up to something. Is this about my birthday?"

"Actually, yes it is, but you're not going to find out until the day of your birthday, so stop asking." you scolded him with a look, as Rooster laughed quietly at the two of you.

Jake raises his hands in surrender and grins sheepishly at you. "Alright, alright. I get it. It's a surprise, and I need to stop being so curious. But you can't blame me for bein' a little impatient!"

Then a little girl came running downstairs and yelled daddy.

Jake's eyes lit up, and he knelt down to scoop up the kid into his arms, holding her close. He nuzzled his face into her hair, grinning widely. "Hey, sweetheart! You been good while daddy was at work?"

The little girl nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Uh-huh, I was good. I drew you a picture." she said, pointing to the table where a drawing of Jake and several airplanes were drawn.

Jake chuckled, his heart swelling with pride as he looked at the picture. "Well, well, look at that. Looks like my little artist was hard at work. These are some mighty fine airplanes you drew. You even got the details right," he said, walking over to the table to admire the drawing. "This is definitely going on my locker at work."

The little girl beamed with pride, and then she squirmed in his arms wanting to be put down. "Can I go outside now? Can I? Can I?" she asked, bouncing up and down on her toes.

You looked at Navy. "Let’s get your bathing suit on first." you said.

Jake chuckled at the little girl's excitement and set her down gently. "Alright, sweetheart, but listen to your mother. Go put on your bathing suit, and then you can go outside."

The little girl nodded and ran off to her room, her tiny footsteps could be heard as she sprinted through the house.

Jake looked over at you and smiled. "She's got as much energy as a tornado, doesn't she?"

You laughed as you watched the girl run off. "Yeah, she certainly does. Remind me again why we thought having kids was a good idea?" you joked, but the smile on your face betrayed your words.

Jake chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "I seem to remember someone being very persistent about wanting a big family," he teased, gently nudging with a wink.

You smacked his arm playfully and rolled your eyes. "Oh, please. You were just as eager about having kids as I was," you shot back, a smirk playing at the corner of your lips.

Jake laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Guilty as charged, darlin'. But can you blame me? Look at this beautiful family we've built together. And who knows, maybe someday we'll have more little ones running around, too," he said, winking at you.

You playfully swatted at him again, but couldn't stifle a smile. "Don't even talk about having any more kids until this one is potty-trained, at least."

Jake chuckled, raising his hands in surrender again. "Fair enough, fair enough. Let's focus on this adorable little bundle of energy we've got first. Though, I won't lie, the thought of more mini-mes running around does have a bit of an appeal," he said with a mischievous grin.

"Can you guys stop flirting for a second?" Rooster asked outta nowhere.

Jake chuckled and turned his attention to Rooster, a sheepish grin on his face. "Sorry, man. Can't help it when the missus is around. Besides, you're just envious because you're still single," he teased, elbowing Rooster playfully.

"Damn, he got you there, Bradley." you said and you just start laughing.

Rooster rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I've got plenty of time to find someone when I'm ready, unlike some people who couldn't wait to jump into family life," he said, shooting a teasing look at Jake.

Jake chuckled and shrugged. "Hey, when you meet your soul mate, you don't waste any time, man. When you know, you know," he said, wrapping an arm around your waist again. "And it happened to be your little sister."

Rooster feigned disgust. "Ugh, don't remind me. I still can't believe you managed to woo my baby sister." he said jokingly.

Jake grinned and shrugged. "What can I say? I've got my charms. Plus, your sister has some pretty impeccable taste, considering she chose me." he said, giving you a wink.

You laughed and shook your head. "Oh please, don't flatter yourself too much. I just couldn't resist your southern charm and your stupidly handsome face. Can you blame me?" you joked back.

"See, even she can't resist me," he said, feigning a cocky arrogance. "Besides, it's not my fault I was graced with good looks and a smooth accent."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You're lucky I love that southern drawl of yours, otherwise I'd think you're absolutely obnoxious," you quipped, poking his chest gently.

Jake chuckled and caught your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it lightly. "Oh, I'm well aware of my luck, darlin'. Gotta keep you swooning for me somehow," he said with a mischievous grin.

Rooster pretended to gag. "Alright, alright, I think that's enough of the lovey-dovey stuff. Go be disgustingly cute somewhere else," he said, making fake vomiting noises.

Navy came running back downstairs in her bathing suit. "Mommy, mommy!! I’m ready!!"

You turned your attention to your daughter and couldn’t help but giggle at her enthusiasm. "Oh, I can see that! And don’t you look adorable," you said, smoothing down her hair.

Navy grinned, clearly proud of herself for getting ready so quickly. She tugged on your hand, pointing out the door. "Can we go now? Please, please, please?!"

You laughed and nodded. "Yes, yes, we can go now. But remember, we need to stay near the pool and be careful, okay?" you said, glancing at Jake to make sure he was paying attention as well.

Jake nodded, his protective instincts kicking in. "Yeah, listen to your mother, sweetheart. You stay where mommy and I can see you, and no going into the deep end," he reminded her. He leaned down and picked Navy up.

Navy giggled as Jake lifted her up into his arms, clearly thrilled to be getting the extra attention. "Okay, daddy!" she said, wrapping her small arms around his neck.

. . .

Outside, you put on Navy’s life jacket and put Navy’s sunscreen on.

Jake followed closely behind, watching as you took care of Navy. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you fussing over your daughter. He admired the way you were so attentive and protective as a parent, and it tugged at his heartstrings.

Once you finished with Navy, you turned your attention back to Jake. "Alright, now the real test— getting sunscreen on you," you teased, holding up the sunscreen bottle.

Jake held up his hands in mock surrender, a playful smile on his face. "Whoa, whoa, darlin'. I can put sunscreen on myself, you know," he said, trying to take the bottle from you, but he managed to push you into the pool instead.

You let out a surprised shriek as you landed in the water with a splash. "Jake!" you exclaimed, sputtering and wiping the water from your face.

Jake was laughing uncontrollably, his eyes full of mischief. "Oops, my bad, darlin'. I didn't mean to push you in," he said, though the smirk on his face indicated otherwise.

Rooster came up from behind Jake and decided to push Jake in.

Jake didn't see it coming and was pushed backwards into the pool with a big splash. He surfaced a second later, sputtering and laughing. "Hey, you bastard!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger at Rooster.

Rooster stood on the edge of the pool, laughing and taunting Jake. "What's the matter, Hangman? Can't handle a little payback for pushing my sis in?"

Then Navy was trying to push her uncle into the pool for pushing her daddy in.

Jake just laughed and shook his head at the sight of Navy trying to push Rooster in. He glanced over at you, still in the water from him pushing you in. "It looks like our daughter wants to join the fight, darlin'," he chuckled.

You chuckled and gave Navy a high five. "Go for it, baby girl! Get your uncle wet too!" you encouraged, enjoying the playful chaos that ensued.

Navy let out a giggle and continued her attempts to push Rooster into the pool, her tiny arms giving it her all. Rooster, being the good uncle that he was, pretended to lose his balance and dramatically fell into the pool with a splash, much to Navy's delight.

The whole family was in the pool now and they were laughing and giggling.

As the family played and splashed around the pool, laughing and having a grand time, Jake took a moment to watch you from the water. He admired the smile on your face, the carefree joy you exuded as you interacted with Navy and played with the rest of the family. It made his heart swell with a deep sense of contentment. He felt a profound gratitude for the life he had built with you—the love, the family, the happiness. It was more than he ever dreamed of having, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.