#I'm a little insecure about that side of her I guess

[anathemafiction]

ROs reaction to the MC being jealous? 🙏🏻 Would anyone enjoy it? 👀

Hadrian wouldn't believe it at first. It's simply out of the realm of possibility. He's the one who feels insecure. He's the one who doesn't deserve you. He's devoted to you, body and soul, and Hadrian simply assumes that you know it — he can't phantom you not knowing it. 

He wouldn't get it for a while. If you kept your jealousy subtle, Hadrian would never get there, and would just be confused when you'd act colder or more aloof. But if you make it obvious?

The moment that realization hits that, no, you're actually jealous, Hadrian would enter panic mode. Immediately rushes to your side, trying to reassure however way he can — tries not to use words because he'd blunder and make even a bigger mess of things. If you let him, he wouldn't leave your side for the rest of the day. Eyes on you only. 

There's only you. Please, never doubt it. 

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Alessa would secretly enjoy it. Much more than she admits even to herself. 

Outwardly, she'd raise an eyebrow, maybe call you a fool, but she'd be biting her inner cheek to stifile a smile, and those glacier-blue eyes would shine brighter for a few hours. She scoffs at the notion, of course, but still...

Alessa enjoys this side of you. "Retract your claws," she says, while gripping your arm closer. 

-

Jealousy isn't a novelty for Alain. It's unfortunate, but it's a sentiment he's been on the receiving end of more times than he'd care to count. 

People have tried to claim him, to control him, to chain him, and, honestly, it just leaves a bad taste in his mouth. He gets bored. Distances himself from the scorned lover. 

What is novel is this need to soothe you when Alain realizes that you are insecure about him. He does it while grinning, almost teasing you, "Afraid I'll get myself another bird?" he asks, but when you don't smile back, he leans over and soothes a finger down your furrowed brow. 

"You shouldn't be," he murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle. 

-

Ysabella would be saddened by it. Not because of you, not even because of herself, but because of Fate itself. Because, as she sees you gritting your teeth, trying to pretend you're not affected by the thought of her being sold into a politically convenient marriage, Ysabella feels her heart breaking. 

But only a little, because she cannot afford to fall apart. Not now, perhaps not ever. 

So, she'd smile, and pray you don't notice how it doesn't reach her eyes. "Hush, now," she'd say, hand finding yours, fingers interwining together. "You shouldn't put so much strain on your jaw, darling. It ruins those lovely features."

-

The Pirate King would be amused by it. He'd chuckle wryly, which would only infuriate you more. And the more agitated you'd get, the more he'd be entertained. It wouldn't be until you're spinning on your feet, prepared to storm away, that he'd reach out, loop an arm around your waist, and pull you to him. 

Just to kiss you in front of whoever it was that's making you doubt that you'd won his heart long ago. 

You'd stomp his foot, or push him away, and the Pirate would chuckle lowly into the kiss. "That's my spitfire."

-

Neia, like Hadrian, would probably not realize it 😆. But it's not because she thinks it impossible — Neia just wouldn't be paying attention. She speaks only to bark commands, spit orders, or let out grunts.

Who the hell are you jealous of? The wench cowering in the corner?

But people admire her from afar, and that could get to you. Neia wouldn't realize it until you've been silent for a few hours, now. She noticed the change in mood immediately, but she gave you space. Now, you're back in your quarters, and you're still silent, and Neia's patience runs out. "What is it?"

You purse your lips. 

"Have I done something? Spill it out, sweetling, I'm not playing a guessing game."

And you tell her, and Neia simply stares at you. Silence falls for an uncomfortably long time, until...

A lone raspy laugh. 

"Seriously?" You scowl at her. 

Neia throws a blanket at your head. "Go to sleep," she says, voice still rought with amusement. "You've clearly lost your mind."

-

Lance would honestly be a bit lost. Did he... do something to merit this? Did he fail to make you feel assured? Perhaps he shouldn't have bowed at that patron who tipped him generously earlier. 

The problem was that Lance Silverthrat would have no idea how to fix this. So, masking his uncertainty with a plastered smile, he'd loop an arm around your shoulder. "Did you enjoy the song, Starlight?"

You'd shrug, and Lance would feel the sweat at the back of his neck. "It was for you," he says, using that tone he knows you like. 

You don't look at him. "Was it?"

Oh, there it is. Lance can feel the stiffness in your muscles. "Of course it was," he says, gold tooth glinting. But his eyes eagerly search your face, all smoothness tossed aside. 

"Hm."

Lance would then drag a hand down his face and do what he so rarely has ever done: open the game. "I am not interested in that woman."

"She sure looked interested in you, what with the long talk afterward—"

Lance would gently grab your chin to make you look at him. And the solemness in his gaze would snap you out of it. "And I've yet to hear praise from the only audience member I care about." The pads of his fingers softly brushing your cheek. "Will you not give it to me?"

-

Vallen would delight in it. 

She'd smile, a kind of curling, self-satisfied smile that bares the points of her teeth. Her hand would close around your wrist as she peered at you through her eyelashes. "Are you jealous?" she'd ask in a breathless whisper, knowing the answer already, but wanting to hear it from your tongue. "Is that why you're gripping me? Want to keep me from running away?"

It's not that she wants you to be insecure. It's the very nature of it. You want to claim her, maybe as much as she'd like to claim you, and that —that sends a thrill down her spine. 

So, when you look into her eyes, that gaze of yours carrying a storm within, and say, "You wouldn't dare."

Vallen is not a woman to coo, but she does the next best thing. She lets her smile grow wider. "Nor would you."

-

Rafael, much like Alessa, would enjoy it. Unlike Alessa, however, he'd have no qualms about admitting it. 

He'd be grinning from ear to ear as you clung to him, one hand locked tight around his bicep, the other firm on his thigh. Rafael would drink in the sight of your deadly scowl, the way your fingers would tighten just the slightest bit whenever the person from across the table complimented him. 

He would let you do whatever you wanted, push him on top of the table, and claim him right there, if that's what you needed. He'd just grin, face flushed bright red, and follow along, drunk on your jealousy, on the way you're staking your territory.

Rafael has never been treasured, not like this. Never by someone like you. He doesn't know what you see in him, but by God, he ain't about to question it. Never look a gift horse in the mouth and all that.

Rafael would never dream of anyone else. He could never even imagine touching another. Not after knowing the texture of your skin, the scent of your hair, the taste of your kisses. 

But you like this? Well, damn. Rafael supposes you can still surprise him. When you're alone again, back in your room, he'd just keep grinning like a fool in love. "Hey," he'd say lamely. "That got me goin'."

[towasdandelion]

Hi!! So, I was just wondering if I could request something? The prompt ahead is a bit angsty, so if you don’t wanna do it, you don’t have to!

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Basically, how would the ghouls react if MC wanted to break up with them? Also, what be her reason to do so? I had some fluffy ideas, but then for some reason I wanted angst more :p Again, you don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna! But if you do, could you add Lucas, Kaito, Zenji, Towa, Haru, and Haku? I don’t know if you do specific character requests and that might be a bit much, so you can just choose a few from that list! Okay, bye now!!!

Hii! Sorry it takes a while for me to get the requests done recently (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ Angst you say? This is pretty sad (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) Also yeah I do specific characters, and six is usually the limit! Anyways I hope you'll like it!

A few things:

I think breaking up over text is rather tactless but since I'm doing smaus let's just say the MC had trouble reaching them lately and not wanting to hide her feelings from them any longer, decides to first inform them through a text.

The reasons might not seem like much, but I feel like when things like that build up over time without being resolved (which MC tried, you wouldn't break up with them just like that would you (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) ) they can feel really heavy.

Also this kinda turned out longer than expected oops.

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𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎

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Featuring: Lucas, Kaito, Towa, Haru, Haku, Zenji

Lucas is doting. Always making sure you're alright, that you're safe and sound. At first, you appreciated someone checking on you like that. You could feel loved and cared for. But as the time went by, it started to feel a bit.. overbearing. You were doing everything in your power to live your life to the fullest even with the curse, but Luca worried. Always worried. When you can't take it anymore, he's a bit taken aback. He needs a moment to process your words and sadly, he has to admit there's something in it. He didn't even notice when things started to look this way. His intention was never to smother you with his care after all. As much as he'd want to, he won't try pressuring you into staying, instead giving you some time to consider everything once again. All he wishes for is a conversation in person. Of course he's sad and heartbroken. But you always come first...

Kaito is just a little insecure, right? Some complaints and whines here and there, comparing himself to others. With time, you found yourself feeling drained by his constant need of reassurance... You loved him, of course. But at this point, being by his side felt like someone was slowly sucking out the positive energy out of you. You probably already guessed, but he's not going to take the news very well. What do you mean too much? Eveyrone needs some reassurance from time to time, right? His realization comes with time. For now, he finds it hard to understand. He supports you and you support him. Why do you want to ruin that? Might actually beg you not to leave him. Sit him down and have a calm talk with him. It will help.

Towa's clingy way of being was something you always found cute about him. He always wanted to be next to you! And whenever he was, he was either holding you hand, clinging to your arm or just straight up tackle you with his hugs. It really was endearing, but his whiny side whenever you had to leave was starting to get to you, ultimately becoming your reason to break up with him. Like Kaito, he's not going to understand. And worse, he won't let go of you easily. Don't you like to feel loved, Dandelion? Why do you suddenly not want his closeness? And most importantly, why would you want break up just because of it? It will take a good while and a lot of conversations with Haru for him to understand properly. But even then, he still can't stand the situation he found himself in.

Haru is a busy man. His organization and hard work were admirable. You also found it cute how he would sometimes rope you into work when he didn't have time for a proper date. Unfortunately though, the situation started to repeat very often, with him calling you over mostly to help him with his workload... which led to your break up in the end. What's the point of being with someone if they don't even make time for you? Haru realizes his mistake the moment you point it out. He lost himself in his work so much that he ended up treating you like just another pair of helping hands, and he hates himself for it. As much as it hurts he won't hold a grudge against you, even if his actions were unintentional. He will leave you alone for the time being, taking this time to reflect on his actions before even asking you to meet you.

Haku always found a way to tease and rile you up. He relished in the feeling of being the one making you squirm under his gaze alone. But somewhere along the way, you started to doubt his intentions.. His teasing was relentless at times, not giving up until he gets the reaction he wanted, forgetting about how you feel in the process. With heavy heart, you decided to end this. Haku is caught off guard. Break up, really? Just because he loves teasing you? Something is not right. It's not until you explain it to him properly that he finally understands what went wrong. He made you feel like this relationship was just a game, and he can't help but feel disappointed with himself. He took it too far and now he needs to face it. Might try to get you to talk it out first, but then decides to simply give you some time. Maybe you'll change your mind? Maybe all you need is a conversation heart to heart.

Being with Zenji meant being on a lookout for inspiration more often than not, and getting used to his somewhat cryptic way of speaking that sometimes happened. You always enjoyed helping him, or even being the source of inspiration itself. But as time passed, you couldn't help but feel the pressure whenever he fretted over lack of ideas for the next part of his story. It's like he got stuck on one thing, and refused to do anything else until he found the perfect words. As much as you loved him, you couldn't stand it anymore. Zenji wasn't expecting this, but it successfully snaps him out of this weird trance. He's almost crushed by this wave of sadness. How could he lose himself like this? Writing and playing are things he loves the most, but none of this matters if you aren't by his side. He won't try to change your mind forcibly if that's what you really want, but at least let him talk to you in person.

[writing-whump]

I have been thinking about Seline's detached logical cold outside (very bird secondary y'know) but she is a fiery little thing (lion primary or Aries too if you dig that) on the inside. I don't think I have written how much she can blow up if you step on something she believes in...

[oblique-lane]

References for Anomaly Diversion!!!

Official!! finally!!

I wanted to make their design stand out, so I created them from scratch; they're not loadouts you can find in-game. Plus a little bit of character description because I'm dying to talk about them and their roles in the story (*wearing a shirt that says "please talk to me about my fic"*).

Now I can finally draw them often!!

Somewhat goofy clothing sheets under the cut↓↓↓

I tried to design them the way their silhouettes and colors stay recognisable, as if they were meant to be used in-game later, to not to break the gameplay rules. I also wanted them to look as tf2-like as possible, I studied the hell out of the 3d models and on the last three I guess it started to turn out decent. Drawing Spy is still pain though.

Or maybe it's just that I'm not attracted to the majority of the mercs visually?? That's why they don't look satisfying?? Lmao. Need to adjust them to my tastes later.

I'm not sure I can exactly explain my design choices with these... How exactly they correlate to their characters. There is something, but I went for it fully intuitively.

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For BLU scout I went for the softer, rounder oversized clothing to accent his insecurity and the need to shield himself for comfort. It still needed to shape his torso (game rules) but his hood and sleeves do the deed. There is also a strict rule in how to draw his freckles: they look more like moles and there's 7 or 8 of them. You won't believe me if I say this is lore relevant.

For RED Scout, I went with the more aggressive military style. I think I literally took this jacket design from a real military one. There should be an accent on his heavy relations with the army. His clothes are tight because he still likes himself.

RED Sniper is giving hunter vibes, forest type. BLU Sniper looks more like a fisher or a winter hunter. Not sure what deeper meaning I could assign to this except that BLU Sniper was heavily referenced on Ogata Hyakunosuke.

BLU Spy should radiate tiredness. His look is quite unkept for his standards but at this point it doesn't matter anymore. The turtleneck and the boots are special requests from @/gentlesurgeryenjoyer (xoxo)

BLU Medic just looks so freaking cool in a black shirt. It was a vision. I'm not sure if black and white accents mean anything in terms of which side those characters are on. I also wanted to separate him from another famous horror witnessing Medic.

And Miss Pauling was the most satisfying to draw, it was a gift to draw her last... I gave her pants because it's getting cold outside at the time when the story takes place. I also find it very impractical to go killing job in a pencil skirt, I'm sorry. She probably also wears snickers underneath.

And also thanks to @nightly-headache for helping out and assistance!

[luna-azzurra]

Write Rivals With Chemistry So Hot It Hurts

╰ Rivalry isn’t hate — it’s obsession True rivals aren't just like, “ugh, I dislike you.” They’re watching each other. Studying. Matching moves. Thinking about each other when they shouldn’t. Hating how much they notice the other person. Rivalry is two sides of the same coin: hatred’s messy little sibling is fascination.

╰ Let them know exactly where to hit—and hesitate The best rivals know exactly where to stick the knife. Childhood wounds. Secret fears. Insecurities no one else sees. But the most powerful moment isn't when they stab, it's when they hesitate. When they flinch. When the reader sees the care underneath the kill shot.

╰ Make every win personal Every victory between rivals should feel like flirting with a knife’s edge. They don't just beat each other; they get under each other's skin. "I outsmarted you" translates directly to "I'm the only one who really sees you." (And no, they're not ready to talk about why that makes them insane.)

╰ Layer the attraction under everything You don't have to write "he found her hot" every five seconds. (Please don't.) Just lace it into the friction. The way they notice each other’s hands. The way a sarcastic smile feels like a slap and a kiss at the same time. Let it be unspoken, which somehow makes it ten times louder.

╰ Give them one private, honest moment and then destroy them for it That one late-night conversation. That brush of honesty. That accidental partnership in a bar fight. That glimpse of trust that leaves them both raw and feral because now it’s personal. Now it hurts. And guess what? Neither of them is stable enough to handle it like adults.

╰ Let them wound each other in ways no one else can Rivals with chemistry are like: “I know your softest place. I know where you hurt. And maybe I’m the only one who could ever touch it.” Terrifying. Intimate. Sexy. Self-destructive. Delicious.

╰ Don’t make it easy to flip to love If they hook up too soon, it’s cheap. If they confess too soon, it’s fake. They have to fight it. They have to screw it up. They have to almost kiss and almost kill each other in the same breath. The reward is sweeter because it’s hard won.

╰ Make them jealous, but make it messy Not cutesy "oh no I'm jealous" moments. Ugly jealousy. Pride-shredding, shame-inducing jealousy. Watching their rival smile at someone else and feeling like they're drowning in acid and denial. Bonus points if they pretend they’re above it and then spiral anyway.

╰ Tension isn’t just in the fighting, it’s in the silences It’s the stare across the room that says “I hate you and I want you” with zero words. It’s the hand that lingers a second too long after pulling them out of danger. It's the unsent text. It's the "accidental" meeting. Sometimes not speaking burns hotter than the screaming matches.

╰ Remember, they don’t want to ruin each other, they want to matter At the core of a rival/chemistry dynamic is one truth: “I want to matter to you more than anyone else does.” And they’ll deny it. And fight it. And wreck themselves over it. (And we, as the readers, will eat it with a goddamn spoon.)

[talaok]

PostOutbreak!Joel likes reader but he tries to hide it because of the age gap. To try and put us off, he can be a bit standoffish/mean but Ellie can tell it’s a facade and tells him to drop it and the age thing doesn’t matter if you really like each other. Then a fluffy confession omggg

Pairing: PostOutbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: unspecified age gap, joel being a lil insecure and scared, and Ellie being a menace, but its mostly all fluff who am i kidding

a/n: this was the cutest fucking request ever, thank you anon

You know those books or movies where it's painfully clear to everyone but the two main characters that they love each other, and you keep reading or watching thinking "How could anyone not see that he likes her?" as you increasingly get more frustrated and annoyed?

Well, this is a bit like that,

not a bit actually, completely so.

And in this metaphor, you and Joel were the two oblivious main characters, while Ellie, poor Ellie, was the unfortunate witness of your blindness.

It was so incredibly clear to her that she sometimes struggled not to laugh at your interactions.

I mean the first time Joel saw you was the very first time she'd seen him blush and forget how to speak in the span of a second- it was hilarious.

And then when he'd catch him staring at you or pretend not to purposely take the longer route home just to catch a glimpse of you outside the bakery... it was hard to only chuckle underneath her breath, but she managed... 

until today

Joel slammed the door as he got it, like really loud, not like his usual slam.

"what's wrong?" Ellie asked, her brows frowning in suspicion as he kicked his boots off his feet before halfheartedly dragging them to the kitchen where she was sitting.

"nothin'" he grumbled, 

Now that made Ellie sigh with annoyance,

he was always the one to blab about how she could always confide in him, and if that was the truth, then that meant it went both ways.

"Y'know a grumpy old man once told me that it's good to share how you're feeling" She tilted her head to the side, raising her brow as Joel rolled his eyes, filling a glass with water "Would be real hypocritical of him to not take his own advice..."

Said old man, was now rolling his eyes even harder, drowning the full glass in a second

"'s nothing, don't worry 'bout it"

"Joel" Ellie only glared at him,

and as always when it was her,

he was convinced faster than he liked to admit

He sighed, before speaking "It's stupid" he said

"I don't care" Ellie shrugged, placing her elbows on the kitchen counter where she sat and using her hands to support her head, her whole focus on Joel,

who sighed, again.

"I just-" he placed the glass in the sink before turning back to her "I just saw y/n talking to I guy I-"

"Oh my god you're jealous!" she said it with such enthusiasm and with such a smile pulling at her lips that you would have guessed she'd just won the lottery

"no" Joel frowned, shaking his head "What are you on about? I'm not jealous, I just don't like the guy"

"yeah" Ellie snorted "I'm sure you just "don't like the guy"" she air quoted as she laughed 

"Why would I be jealous?" Joel went on pretending,

perhaps lying to himself together with her, the jury was still out.

"I'm just worried for her-" he argued "she's too kind and too fucking nice and Jake's an asshole"

again, Ellie only smiled as she watched him lie so blatantly

"why would you be jealous?" she pondered his question with amusement "well I don't know... maybe 'cause you have the biggest fucking crush on her"

"What!?" he spat "I don't know what's going on with you today, where did you get all these ideas? I-"

"Oh my god please shut up Joel" she groaned, rolling her eyes "That rude asshole act you do around y/n may work with her, but you don't fool me, Miller"

Ellie could swear she saw a hint of panic in his eyes

"I know you like her, just like I know she likes you" She finally said, done with this little act "I honestly don't get why you two don't just declare your love to one another and live happily ever after or some shit"

It was like he froze,

and while Ellie thought it was because he'd just been busted by a 14-year-old, it was for a wholly different reason

"she doesn't like me" he stated

And at that, at that Ellie could just groan as her palm descended dramatically down the length of her face

God, she'd always known he wasn't the brightest, but this? This is a little too much even for him

"Are you blind or something?" she threw her hands out for emphasis "She's definitely better at hiding it than you, I'll give you that, but I mean, still... it's fucking obvious dude!"

"Ellie" Joel only shook his head "you 'don't know whatcha talkin' 'bout"

Ellie was now very close to yelling at him.

"Joel I'm serious, she likes likes you!" she argued, "why do you find that so hard to believe?"

But of course, Ellie couldn't have known what was going on in Joel's mind, how certain he was that it wasn't true,

about how he knew he didn't deserve someone like you, someone so kind and beautiful and smart,

how he had spent months trying to get the thought of you to leave his tainted mind,

how he'd decided to be mean, rough, rude to you in the hopes that you would stop being so nice to him, in the hopes that you would start to avoid him, to hate him, and he'd never have to see you or that gorgeous smile again.

And finally, Ellie didn't know about how he was too incredibly, terribly old for you, for such a pretty young woman.

Half his hair was gray for god's sake, he never had a chance

"I could be her father Ellie" he finally confessed what had been eating up at him for so long "I'm too fuckin' old"

Ellie didn't even need a moment to take that it, she listened, thought about it, and immediately rolled her eyes

"SO WHAT?" 

You don't understand how long she had to pretend not to want to give the both of you a good shake, 

it was only right for her to finally shout it out

"First of all, you're not that old" she started listing, "second of all, she obviously doesn't care" she continued "and finally Joel, if you really like her, and if she really likes you, then it doesn't matter!"

But Joel was not convinced, he'd spent too long telling himself the opposite, and he couldn't even fathom the possibility of what Ellie was saying

"you just have to tell her"

she said it like it was easy, like the mere thought of it didn't give Joel a minor heart attack, like he hadn't woken up from multiple dreams where he would confess his love and you would laugh at his face, or worse, tell him you felt the same, something Joel knew not to be the truth.

Also, Joel had no idea when exactly throughout this conversation he'd admitted to liking you, but I guess it didn't matter now, it made no sense to keep the farse on.

"I can't Ellie, I-"

"oh my god you're such a chicken" she moaned "You're the one that always tells me to be brave!"

"that's different"

"how!?" she bugged her eyes, holding her palms up in show of her frustration "I get that it's scary, but what's the worst thing that could happen?"

And that, for some reason, stuck with him,

He really had nothing to lose,

It's not like you were friends or you would talk often, it's not like he would be ruining a relationship, there wasn't one,

And yet... yet it still terrified him,

"Ellie... I don't know"

"c'mon man, but your big boy pants on" she groaned "I'm telling you, she fucking likes you"

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Joel didn't do it.

He couldn't. He just-

You were perfect, you were perfect in a way that made him feel all the more dirty,

like being close to you, talking to you, touching you... would be like plucking a flower with torn-up hands, 

And fuck him, but Joel was scared, like he'd gone back 40 years and become 16 all over again.

He couldn't do it, he couldn't, wouldn't do it, and he'd set his mind to that, made peace with his cowardness and dread.

Until of course, Ellie's twisted mind came up with a way to force his fears to life.

"Howdy"

The kid was smiling so broadly that she looked like a child with a brand-new toy,

but Joel's eyes were somewhere else,

he was looking at you

"Hi Joel" you smiled, punching a knife into his gut

You were at his front door with his kid, who was very clearly plotting something, and Joel wondered for a moment if this was what would finally make his heart give out.

"Hi," he said, his voice sounding distant

Why is she here?

"Aren't you gonna let us in?" Ellie urged, 

Us?

"Uhm, I-"

but Ellie had already sneaked inside, dragging you behind

And now the awkward scene was even more awkward, just at the entrance of his home.

"All alright" Ellie clapped her hands, watching Joel stare at you as you tried to avoid his gaze "I'm gonna go to my room," she said, shouldering him not so subtly

"Cool down dude" she mumbled, before disappearing upstairs.

What the fuc-

"I'm sorry to barge in like this" you finally spoke, a gentle smile on your lips "Ellie said you needed to tell me something, so I just... came here I guess" you finished with an awkward laugh

Fuck-fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

"If it's too much trouble I'll just go-"

"no," Joel said, before he could stop himself, finally realizing he was still holding the door's knob, and in a spur of bravery, deciding to use it to close the door.

"Oh, ok" you mumbled, puzzled by his demeanor "so uhm, what is it you needed to tell me?"

God damn that fucking trick-playing kid of his

"do you- do you want something to drink?"

the question took you aback, but then you did something that stunned Joel even more, you laughed,

you laughed softly, quickly, like you were letting out all this stupid awkwardness in a simple gesture

because that's how you were: Magical

"Sure" you shrugged, grinning "some water would be nice"

If Joel had to watch your face for an instant more he feared he was gonna explode, so he did all he could think of, he walked to the kitchen, only glancing at you again when he handed you your drink,

to his dismay, finding a smile still drawn on your lips.

"thank you" you said, taking a sip

god, even the way your lips wrapped around the rim made him want to drop to his knees.

He needed to get a grip.

"so... are you gonna tell me or do I have to guess?" you joked, your fingers drawing patterns on the glass

Was this really happening?

Was this hell?

"I..." he trailed off, running a hand through his hair as he glanced from the counter to you on repeat "I wanted to tell you that..."

"that?"

"that- the uhm-" he shut his eyes for a second, searching for words "the...bread you gave us this week was real good"

Goddamnit

"oh"

Even you couldn't hide your disappointment

I mean, you certainly didn't expect it. A compliment from Joel Miller? What universe were you in? 

Just like you didn't expect any of this... him actually letting you in his house or offering you water...

You had half expected him to shut the door in your face,

The most he had ever given you was a half smile at a joke you told him while he was picking up bread, the rest were all rude grumbles or just a bunch of stoic looks... 

and yet... yet a part of you couldn't help but have set expectations a little higher.

What a silly fool you'd been, 

hoping for a love confession from a man who has made it very clear he despises you,

but still- a girl can dream, right?

"thank you" you mumbled, as Joel cursed himself over and over in his head "that's very nice of you," you smiled, stalling a second to see if he was gonna say something else, interrupt you at some point,

but he remained silent

"well if that's all, I'm gonna go then, thank you for the water I-"

Until he wasn't

"no-stop- I-"

Ellie was right. 

He had to do this, he had to win his fear and try at least, or he was gonna regret it for the rest of his life, and he already had too many of those.

The problem was that you looked really beautiful today, and he'd never been good with words

Fuck it- if he was gonna make a fool of himself so be it,

He had nothing to lose and everything to win,

he had you to win.

"Yes?" you asked, trying to tame your hopes down

Think Joel, think

how the fuck do you tell a woman you like her?

"There's one other thing I've been meaning to tell ya" he cleared his throat, standing up straighter as he took a step closer to you.

"'m not great at doing this type of thing" he admitted, shaking his head slightly "but Ellie... she's right, I'm always tellin' her to be brave and everythin', so... I guess it's my turn now," he said, letting out a short, anxious laugh "I don't even know- I guess what I'm tryna say is that I'm gonna be honest now, but I want you to know that- that I know what you're gonna say and it's ok" he swallowed thickly, preparing himself from your inevitable rejection "I understand, really, I just- I thought I should try at least" 

What was going on?

What the fuck was he saying?

"Joel, what are you talking about?"

This was it.

It was now or never.

"Y/n I-"

his heart was beating out of his chest, and his legs felt like jelly, but he had to do it, he had to take a leap of faith-

"Y/n I like you" he breathed like the words longed to be out of his mouth "I like you a lot, I have for a while now"

he watched your mouth part, your whole face filling with shock as you blinked over and over, trying to make sure this was really happening.

"Y-you like me?"

"yes" he nodded "And as I said, I know you don't feel the same, I know I'm old, and I've been an asshole to you all this time, so it's ok, really I-"

"stop talking Joel" you huffed a laugh, stepping closer, and then closer again, until your hand was on his arm "please just-" you bit down a smile, and he was so confused, so fucking confused, "say it again," you asked

"I like you y/n" he murmured, trying to get his mind to start working again,

but you were leaning closer,

and who cared what his name was anyway

"you were rude to me"

"I was, I'm sorry I-"

You pretended to be thinking about it, glancing upwards as you pursed your lips together

But who were you kidding?

"you're forgiven" you smiled, looking up at him as you slowly raised yourself on your tiptoes to gently, oh so gently, press your lips to his.

Joel was certain he had just died.

But then he opened his eyes again, and you were still there, beaming up at him, and he felt such a wave of happiness that he could have started crying right there,

only he took on a different route and grabbed each side of your face with his hands, crashing his lips with yours and kissing you, kissing you like he'd been dreaming of for months

exactly how you imagined he would,

better than you imagined, actually

so much better.

"Ha! I told you, Joel!"

He groaned as he leaned away, shooting Ellie an annoyed glance

"What are you doin' here?"

"just came here to gloat" she shrugged, watching you two with a grin plastered on her face

"I think you've done enough of that" he muttered, but you could only smile

"thank you, Ellie," you grinned "Thank you for doing this"

She raised her brows, looking at Joel as if saying "See, she's thanking me, why aren't you?", but then her expression got more genuine as she shot you a smile

"you're welcome" she smiled "Better having to see you kiss than having to put up with Joel being all sad 'cause you're talking to Jack or any other guy"

You gasped with amusement as Joel shut his eyes in embarrassment, his cheeks tainting with red

"Ellie-" Joel grumbled, 

A soft giggle flowed through the room as Ellie turned away and went back up to her room, seemingly satisfied with her work

"You were jealous?" you teased him, your hands on his chest, while he'd moved one of his from your face to your waist.

"maybe I was" he fessed up

You smiled even brighter 

"And you like me?" you asked for the thousandth time

"yes, sweetheart, I really fuckin' like you" he smiled too now, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that made time stand still and the world spin around

"I like you too Joel" you finally said, giving the man an actual mini-stroke.

"say it again"

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Following the anon i sent so I was thinking that singer!reader has always struggled with loving her like thighs and stomach or smt but hear me out if you’re comfortable with it maybe some mentions of self harm like

A scenario

So reader and Chris are laying in bed cuddling or some shit and he’s like tracing his fingers up and don on her thighs and he notices her scars orrr

They’re laying and he compliments her and she goes on a rampage of how she’s not and how ugly her stomach is or smt

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris knows how to make singer!reader feel pretty

tw: mentions of body image issues

you're sat on the edge of the couch in chris' big living room, scrolling through photos on your phone. your gaze lingers a little too long on a paparazzi picture of yourself from last weekend, your legs prominently featured. a familiar wave of self-doubt washes over you, and before you can stop yourself, you mutter under your breath, "fuck, my thighs look huge."

chris, who’s been freestyling under his breath while jotting down lyrics in his notebook across the couch, freezes mid-bar. his head snaps up, and his eyes narrow, like he can’t believe what he just heard.

"hold up, what'd you say ma?"

you glance at him, trying to play it off. "nothing, forget it," you mumble wearily as you shake your head.

"nah, nah, we ain't doin' that." he gets up, his notebook abandoned on the coffee table, and strides over to you. "what’s this bullshit 'bout your thighs?”

you sigh, trying to avoid his gaze, but chris crouches down in front of you, his icy blue eyes locking onto yours.

"they’re just... big," you mumble. "like, bigger than they should be."

chris scoffs like you just insulted his entire existence. "bigger than they should be? mama, stop fuckin' wit me right now."

you try to laugh, but it’s weak. "i’m serious, chris. i see all these girls online with these slim legs, and then there’s me. i just feel...i dunno...out of place, i guess."

he sits beside you, shaking his head, still looking like he’s offended on your thighs’ behalf. "you’re trippin'. hard. have y'seen yourself? like, really looked at y'self? 'cause if y'did," he says, reaching out to lightly squeeze one of your thighs, "you’d know your thighs are perfect. thick, pretty, sexy as hell—are you serious?"

your cheeks heat up, and you roll your eyes, but he’s just getting started.

"y'know what your thighs say to me?” he continues and smirks a bit, leaning in. "they tell me you're perfect, tell me y'got the full package. tell me you’re built like a model, and that i’d be a dumbass not to appreciate you."

you can’t help but laugh at his over-the-top delivery, and he grins, knowing he’s getting through to you as he brushes his fingers lightly over the smooth skin on your thigh.

"listen baby," he starts, using his free hand to gently cup your jaw and turn your face to his, "i know the world tries to tell girls all this bullshit 'bout what they’re supposed to look like, but lemme tell you sum'n real: you are it for me. all o'you. those thighs you’re trippin' over? they’re one of my favorite things 'bout you."

he moves his hand down to your knee, his thumb drawing little circles. "so stop comparin' yourself to edited pictures on the internet, aight? you’re real, 'n you’re beautiful, 'n if anyone’s got a problem wit' that, they can see me 'bout it."

your chest feels lighter, the weight of insecurity lifting under his unwavering gaze and heartfelt words. you smile, finally meeting his eyes.

"okay," you whisper.

"okay?" he teases. "that’s it? after i jus' dropped the most fire compliments of all time?"

you laugh again, swatting his arm. "thank you, chris. really."

"'course," he says, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. "now stop geekin', i gotta go write a verse 'bout how my girl’s got the finest thighs in the game."

you roll your eyes, but your smile lingers long after he’s returned to his notebook on the other side of the couch.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i'm not comfortable writing about self harm, so i hope this was good!

thank you for reading!! <3

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HIS FIORE - PART 1

Summary: Steve smexy Rogers moves into the neighborhood, and one evening, he catches you sneaking into the building opposite his through the fire escape. He watches curiously, slightly amused and, quite frankly, amazed by you. Guess what he does next? He writes a note, signs it with his middle name, Grant, and slips it under your door. How will you discover that Grant is none other than Captain America? Series Warnings: Language | Eventual smut | Mature content (minors DNI) | Steve’s naughty thoughts | Steve in-love Rogers | Steve possessive jealous Rogers | Drunk Steve (adorable, hot mess) | Neighbors | Secret identity | Steve watching the reader from a distance (slightly stalker-ish…ish) | A smidge of angst | Overloaded fluff | Happy happy ending

Chapter Warning: Language | Steve watching the reader from a distance (slightly stalker-ish…ish) | Good ol' fluff

A/N: Finally finished writing this! Originally, I wrote two parts as connected prompts for Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3, but I've decided to revamp the entire piece. Also, I'm going to try sticking to a schedule--wish me luck! 😉 Banner credits: Me | Photo credits: The internet | Divider credits: @buck-star (Sydney, thanks a trillion ❤️)

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Indulge Away!

Steve was happier, much happier now that the excruciatingly long recruiting was done. It was a nightmare to have Tony during the recruiting, and now that it was all over, Steve would get a good night's rest.

"Maybe you should try asking that nurse from the med-bay...Nina, I think her name is," Natasha had suggested casually as they walked toward the compound's parking garage after the painstakingly long day.

Steve groaned, running a hand over his face. He shot her a sharp look, trying to convey just how disinterested he was in this line of conversation. If Steve could, he would have sprinted away, but with Natasha, there was no escaping a conversation, especially this. She'd been too interested in his personal life or lack thereof.

He was happy with his hobbies: sketching and visiting museums. In fact, he could take up a side gig as a virtual museum guide.

"Look, can we drop it? I'm really not interested," he emphasized firmly as he approached his bike quickly.

Natasha smirked, undeterred. "Might be time to find someone to keep you in check, old man," she teased, climbing into her car.

Steve rolled his eyes as he swung his leg over his bike. Natasha had been relentless about his lack of dating life, going so far as to learn the names of agents and acquaintances she thought might catch his eye.

But she never understood that Steve didn't believe in casual flings or whatever the modern dating concept was. He was a man from another time, one where courting had a clear purpose, and the idea of dating left him uneasy. Maybe he just couldn't shake the insecurity of the scrawny kid from Brooklyn who barely mustered the courage to speak to a girl, let alone charm one.

"You need help setting up your place?" Natasha asked, snapping him out of his thoughts as his bike roared to life.

Steve grinned, slightly grateful she decided to drop the discussion. "I've got a duffel bag of stuff, Nat. I think I can handle it." If he was being honest, he was simply glad he found friends and family, which was more than he could ask for.

She huffed, shaking her head. "At least buy some furniture, Rogers."

"Don't need to. Sam helped me find a furnished place," he countered, his grin widening.

With a quick goodbye, Steve sped off toward his new apartment in Brooklyn.

'This place is a steal,' Sam had told him, a one-bedroom unit with just enough space and a cozy little balcony. Located in a six-story building with five units per floor, Steve's apartment was on the corner, offering a decent view of the street below and, if he leaned far far enough over the railing, a glimpse of Hamilton Park.

Sam, ever resourceful, had pulled some strings with the building's owner, a friend from the VA, to ensure Steve's identity stayed under wraps. Not that most people cared to look twice at the guy in glasses, a baseball cap, and loose clothing. Steve made a point of blending in, and it worked mostly.

By the time he arrived, the neighborhood was bathed in the warm glow of a quiet evening. Steve parked his bike in the designated cellar spot and headed upstairs.

His stomach growled as he stepped into his apartment. The serum gave him an insatiable appetite. Despite the hearty meal he'd had at the compound earlier, he was hungry again.

Making a bowl of soup and a few store-bought dinner rolls that tasted appetizing enough, he stepped out onto the small balcony that connected to the living room while balancing his plate in one hand and a water bottle in another.

Steve's unit was on the 5th floor, and his towering frame made the modest space look smaller, but he was still grateful to have it. On his left, there were two more units.

The view from the balcony stretched over the nearby intersection. A small window beside the balcony door allowed light to stream in. Framing the balcony were sleek black railings, their design simple, providing a clear boundary without obstructing the scenery. Thankfully, the balconies for each apartment were independent, offering a sense of privacy rather than being connected.

Modestly furnished with two petite metal chairs, a small table arranged neatly near the center, and a compact two-seater bench sat at the edge, positioned to take advantage of the view, Steve's balcony was more functional in comparison to his neighbor's, which looked cozy and inviting in the faint glow of series lights and vibrant looking furniture.

Settling into a chair, Steve let out a content sigh. The sounds of the city filtered out, and he felt a rare moment of peace. This was good, Steve thought. Perhaps he could get a larger chair.

The evening air was warm, and as the sky darkened, he finished his meal, settling back in his chair to enjoy the peacefulness of the moment.

He was about to head inside to play some music and sleep off the day's stress when he noticed a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye.

Curiosity piqued, Steve leaned forward, glancing toward the source. You were pulling down the fire escape stairs in the opposite building.

The stairs were only five feet from the ground, but you struggled to grip the first one and had to fight to get your footing on the next. With surprising speed, you managed to steady yourself, though nearly slipping. You quickly hugged the metal stairs, and Steve's heart raced, expecting you to fall at any moment.

You mumbled something, then began climbing.

Steve initially thought you might be up to something…a thief maybe, albeit a beautiful one.

Despite the precariousness of your situation, there was something undeniably intriguing about you. Steve was grateful for his enhanced vision because he almost had a clear view of you. Your silhouette in the dim light revealed a lithe figure, and the determined expression on your face only made him more curious.

Steve instinctively moved closer to the railings, ready to intervene if necessary. Either you were up to trouble or were going to hurt yourself, and it didn't seem like a good idea to let you keep going.

Just as he was about to call out, you jumped onto the balcony and, with a proud little flourish, did a victory lap.

Steve couldn't help but smile, silently chuckling at the sight. You wore shorts and a simple T-shirt with an angry dog saying, 'Bite me,' and a huge band-aid on your left knee. He knew this was going to be etched in his memory.

He decided to wait a moment, intrigued by what you would do next. If you gave him any reason to act, he was ready--but he watched in silence for now.

To his utter shock, you pulled a water jug from somewhere behind you on the balcony filled with plants, and you began watering them, which was when Steve's focus shifted to the balcony opposite him. It was beautiful. The garden was full of various plants and creepers, flourishing vibrant flowers.

Steve leaned forward, utterly captivated. You moved with such care while watering, gently wiping away the remnants of old leaves and tenderly touching the plants. At one point, you even blew a flying kiss to a few of them. And then, were you… talking to them? His surprise deepened, and he instinctively ducked behind the railing, hoping to remain unnoticed as he observed the scene.

After a while, you carefully descended from the fire escape, moving toward the edge. You hesitated, looking down at the ground with a mix of apprehension and determination.

From his vantage point, the height was nothing when he was so used to jumping from the buildings, and you looked adorable, silently praying before jumping.

But you miscalculated and landed hard on your butt with a loud thud.

"Every fucking time," you muttered to yourself, loud enough for Steve to hear.

He couldn't hold back a laugh at the sight of your disgruntled expression, utterly charmed by everything you did.

Steve bit his lip, trying to suppress a laugh. He didn't want to be too loud, though he couldn't help it. Watching you rub your ass and mumble about the pavement, he couldn't help but notice. You had a sexy ass.

What the hell? He was horrified at where his thoughts were going, shaking his head to clear it. No. Focus.

He watched as you crossed the street, disappearing into his building as you entered the main door and out of his view. He stood there, staring straight ahead, his mind caught in a swirl of thoughts about you. A small, uncontrollable smile crept onto his face.

You lived in his building.

He glanced across at the beautiful, tiny garden where you had just been and felt an unexpected warmth bubble up inside him.

Minutes later, he heard shuffling from the balcony next door. His heart raced. He quickly retreated into his apartment, hoping--praying--that it was you. And yes, there you were.

With the light still turned off in his unit, he opened the small window to the balcony beside the door, leaning out slightly, not wanting to be seen.

You had a tube of what looked like ointment in your hand, your smile bright as you gazed at the opposite balcony.

You sat down and removed the band-aid on your knee. Steve winced as you hissed in pain, muttering a string of profanities. He rolled his eyes, tempted to step outside and tell you off for your language, but his thoughts quickly turned to something else. I could totally spank some manners.

His mind immediately snapped back to focus. His thoughts had never jumped in that direction before. Never. He shook it off, blaming it on the fact that he'd not been so attracted to someone so quickly.

He focused on the injury you were tending. What appeared to be a small scrape was a large bruise, and Steve could feel a sharp pang of concern for you as you winced, applying the ointment carefully.

You disappeared inside, leaving him with a sense of disappointment. He peeked out, checking to see if you had gone to bed. To his surprise, you came out again, this time with a book.

Steve watched you for what felt like hours, a smile never leaving his face. He felt content, oddly happy to have moved here, and it was not just because it was a decently prized single-bedroom apartment with a balcony. It was more to do with you being his neighbor.

~

This continued for the next few days, and Steve wasn't proud of it. He had become that guy--watching his neighbor like some sort of creep. But he couldn't help himself. It was therapeutic, in a way, watching you.

You moved with such care. Steve could see you filling a watering can, tending to the plants with such gentleness. There was something almost reverent in the way you whispered to them.

He found himself wanting your attention and the need to know you, hear you talk, feel your touch, and hold him the way you did with the plants so tenderly grew in him every second of the day.

And he needed to hold you as tended as a flower. His flower. His Fiore. Delicate and beautiful.

~

Two weeks had passed, and Steve couldn't stop thinking about you.

With his hectic schedule and sudden missions, he hardly had a fixed schedule. He had to leave early and return late at night, and though he tried to adjust his schedule, it was no use. He had no idea where you worked, either.

'Maybe I could ask Nat for help,' Steve thought, but he quickly dismissed the idea. Getting Nat involved would be a disaster.

It was a catastrophe in his head anyway because the thought of you consumed him, and as the days went by, he decided to act. He'd leave you a note just to see what would happen. A way to break the ice, if nothing else.

He slipped a note under your door.

Was it creepy? Maybe.

Could he help himself? No.

Maybe, just maybe, you'd see it as romantic.

Dear Fiore,

I must say, the garden looks beautiful. Your nightly rescue missions seem to pay off.  Keep up the good work. This is your next-door neighbor.

–Grant

He'd changed the note a dozen times before settling on that, trying to keep it casual and sound cool, not revealing who he really was yet being somewhat truthful.

Steve hadn't felt that anxious outside of missions in his modest existence except when he got the serum, his palms were sweaty, and his nerves were dangling tenuously by a damn thread as he waited for your response.

The whole night, Steve was hyper-focused on every tiny sound around him. He slept in the wee hours of the morning, cursing his enhanced senses, worried sick if you'd knock on his door to tell him off, to mind his business.

The next morning, he found a note from you and finally could breathe again, a smile tugging at his lips when he read it. No one could dampen his mood all day, not the stubborn ass SHIELD secretary, not the stick-up-their-butts agents, and not even Tony calling him Cap, Capsicle or whatever the hell he seemed to come up with.

Hey Grant,

Welcome to the apartment, neighbor! Terry, from the third floor, told me someone had moved next door to me. You know about my secret plant ops! I'm not sure whether to be flattered or annoyed that you were watching me. But thank you? The plants need all the love they can get. I've seen those people bring tons of plants, let them die and replace them with new ones. Can you believe it? I couldn't just leave the plants to die now, can I?  :(

PS: Love the name Fiore! Name's Y/N, BTW.

–Fiore

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"Guess I'm Just Good With Them" - 3

PAIRINGS: James "Bucky" Barnes x SingleMom!Reader

WARNINGS: Slight insecurities about being a single mom, extreme fluffiness, a sick baby, encountering an asshole of an ex and a worried mum

WORD COUNT: 2,444

*not proof-read*

ENJOY!

You pressed the back of your hand to the warmed bottle of milk to check if it’s the right temperature. When the temperature was tolerable you give it a good shake before walking to the playpen you set up in the living room.

You see Leila playing with the little Piglet stuffy, you interrupt her little bubble and she looks at you with her gummy smile and arms out for her bottle. 

You gladly hand it over to her gently and she starts to drink it like a champ.

Then you sink into the cushions of your couch and put on some random kids show on the television for her to watch. 

Pulling out your phone, you scroll to the length of texts you and Bucky have sent to each other over the days after the zoo.

To your surprise, Bucky still stayed in contact with you. Texting you everyday, checking up on you and Leila whenever he texts you. 

You really treasure what you have with Bucky, hold onto it with a tight grip.

You don’t know why you feel that way, the way your stomach flutters whenever you hear the personalised ding just for his notifications or the way you see his name pop up when he calls you.

Maybe it’s because your ex never showed you this much attention before. But what Bucky made you realise is that what he does is the bare minimum. Your ex was, in reality, doing nothing to make you feel better.

You see a new message pop up, and scroll to the bottom to see Bucky asking you how your day went and how Leila is doing. You reply with what you’ve done so far and then click a pic of Leila with her bottle as she watches Bluey.

JAMES: She’s adorable :) 

You reply with a heart emoji, because you agree. She’s your world, and you would protect her with anything. 

You and Bucky continue to text each other until you glance at the clock and see that two hours have gone by and it’s time to put Leila to sleep. 

YOU: Im so sorry, but ive got to go.. Its Leila’s bedtime

You sigh as you send the text, not really wanting the conversation to end.

JAMES: It’s alright, go ahead… Goodnight

You reply back and toss your phone to the side before walking over to your little girl. She sits up but keeps on lolling her head to the side to prevent the oncoming sleep. “Nuh uh little missy, can’t be staying up all night now,” you pick her up and she coos at you.

***

The clock blinks 12:17 a.m.

Your eyes flutter open at the sound of a cry - not just a fuss or a whine, but a sharp, panicked wail.

Your heart jumps as you throw the blanket off and rush into Leila’s room.

She's red-faced, sweating, and thrashing her arms, her beloved Piglet tossed aside. You scoop her up instantly, whispering, “Shh, baby, I’m here,” but she doesn’t settle. Her skin feels warmer than usual, too warm. You press your lips to her forehead and pull back. Burning. She’s burning up.

Your stomach twists.

You grab the digital thermometer from the drawer, fumbling to clip it under her arm while trying to soothe her sobs.

It beeps. 100.5F

You freeze.

No no no.

You pace the room with Leila clinging to you, still crying against your chest. Your mind races - paracetamol? You gave her some. Lukewarm towel? You tried. She's still boiling. Still sobbing. Still inconsolable.

You glance at your car keys by the door. And for a second you consider it - driving to the ER.

But your hands shake.

You haven't driven that late in months. Your eyes are heavy, your heart is racing, and the thought of being on the road with your baby, barely able to think, makes your legs go weak.

You’re scared.

You clutch your phone, and before you can talk yourself out of it, your fingers dial the number you've memorized.

It rings once.

Twice.

"Hello?" His voice is low, slightly groggy.

You close your eyes as your own voice trembles. “Bucky? I-I’m sorry to call so late. It’s Leila, I uh- she’s got a fever. She’s screaming and I tried everything but I don’t want to drive, I- I’m scared I’ll crash or-”

“Hey, hey,” he says gently, suddenly more awake. You hear sheets rustling in the background. “It’s okay. I’m coming over. Ten minutes. Don’t worry, alright? Just hold her close. I’ll be there.”

You nod even though he can’t see. “Okay,” you whisper.

“And sweetheart?” he adds softly, “You did the right thing calling me. Hang in there.”

You clutch the phone to your chest, tears you didn’t realize you were holding back finally falling as Leila cries in your arms.

***

A firm knock. You open the door and there he is - hoodie zipped, eyes alert, a tote bag in one hand.

Without a word, Bucky steps inside, his expression softening as he sees you holding Leila, your hair a mess and your eyes puffy.

“She’s been crying non-stop, I-I don't know what to do,” you whisper, bouncing her as best you can.

Bucky gently takes the bag to the counter, pulls out a forehead scanner, a small towel, a new bottle of baby electrolytes. “Got these just in case,” he says.

You go and sit on your couch with Leila. He kneels in front of you, scanning her temperature. “Still high,” he mutters. Then he leans forward and starts gently dabbing her head with the damp towel.

Leila whimpers but starts to calm, her sobs now just soft hiccups.

You watch him - how gentle he is, how calm. Like this isn’t his first time holding the world in his hands.

“Thank you,” you say, your voice cracking.

He looks up, “Anytime.”

“No, really. I- I didn’t know who else to call. And you came-”

“I’ll always come,” he says. His voice is quiet, but steady. “Whenever you or Leila need me.”

A tear slides down your cheek, and this time you don’t wipe it. You just nod, holding your baby tighter.

Bucky leans in closer. “Why don’t I hold her for a bit? You look like you need to breathe.”

You hesitate.

Then slowly, you pass Leila into his arms. She fusses for a second, but the moment her head rests against his shoulder and she hears his heartbeat, she goes quiet.

You let out a long, shaky breath, collapsing gently onto the couch, hand covering your mouth as you watch him pace slowly, holding your daughter like she was made to fit right there.

***

You make some tea for the both of you and Bucky. Leila still in his arms, and you’re in awe with how well he’s handling her. 

But something doesn’t feel right…

Leila is quieter now, her eyes half-lidded and breaths shallow. But it’s too quiet.

You sit up straighter, anxiety coursing through you again. “She’s not usually this quiet,” you whisper, your voice cracking.

Bucky watches her for a beat, then looks at you. “Okay,” he says gently, “I think we should head to the hospital.”

Your chest tightens. “Are you sure? I- I don’t want to overreact. Maybe she just- ”

“You’re not overreacting,” Bucky cuts in, soft but firm. “She's lethargic, her fever’s not going down, and she’s your baby. Let’s go, alright?”

You hesitate. But the look in his eyes: steady, unwavering - calms the storm in your mind.

You nod. “Okay.”

***

You sit in a harshly lit paediatric ER room, Leila bundled in your arms. The cold air prickles your skin, and the beeping machines behind you make your heart thump louder than it already is.

Bucky sits beside you, close enough that your knees bump. He hasn’t left your side. He drove, carried Leila in, talked to the nurse when your voice broke. You haven’t even realized how much you’ve been leaning on him until now.

The doctor finally walks in.

“Looks like Leila’s got a viral infection,” she says after a brief check. “Her fever’s high, but not dangerous at this point. We’ll monitor her, give her fluids and medicine. You did the right thing bringing her in.”

You nod shakily. “Will she be okay?”

The doctor gives a small smile. “She’ll be alright. Let’s get her settled.”

As the doctor leaves, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Bucky rests his hand lightly on your back, rubbing a small, steady circle between your shoulders.

“She’s okay,” he says softly. “You did amazing.”

You let your head fall forward into your hands for a moment, overwhelmed. “I felt so helpless,” you sniffle and wipe your nose with the back of your palm,

“You weren’t,” Bucky murmurs as he hands you a tissue from a nearby dispenser. “You knew she needed help. And you called me. That’s strength, not helplessness.”

You blink back more tears and look at him.

There’s something different in his gaze. Like he’s there, really there, in every possible way. Not just a stranger from a toy aisle anymore.

***

You’re half-asleep in the chair beside Leila’s hospital bed. Bucky sits in the one across from you, watching the rise and fall of her chest.

“She’s tough,” he says softly. “Like her mom.”

You smile weakly. “God, I don’t feel tough.”

He leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Tough doesn’t mean you don’t cry. Or panic. It means you stay. You fight. You do what’s best for her, even when you're terrified.”

Your leg bounces uncontrollably, and Bucky sees this. 

“Hey, c’mon I think it’s time we go on a little walk,” he stands from his chair and walks over to you, you look up and then at Leila. 

“She’ll be fine, there’re nurses everywhere,” and just as he says that a nurse walks in, which gives you more confidence in leaving Leila alone. You are at your wits end, you have been stressing over your baby for the past god knows how many hours.

You nod and the both of you and Bucky leave the room.

***

You sip on your hot chocolate as Bucky waits for his coffee order. Thinking about the events of the night, you realize you haven’t yet properly thanked Bucky for his actions. 

“Bucky, I can’t thank you enough for tonight,” you say as you look at your shoes, a bit embarrassed that you have woken this man up at an ungodly time and asked him to help you.

He shakes his head, “really, it’s no problem. And hey I’m glad that you did call me.” He ducks his head to catch your eyes, and when you do you can see the sincerity in his eyes.

To which you give a grateful and tired smile. You look over his shoulder when you see something, more like someone, move.

You furrow your brows before widening them at the face you had forced yourself to forget.

“Shit,” you mutter as your heart stops and you freeze at your place. Bucky immediately picks up on the shift, the way your shoulders stiffen, the tremble in your breath.

“Hey,” he murmurs, stepping slightly in front of you. “What is it?”

You can’t take your eyes off the man at the vending machine across the hallway. His profile is unmistakable. The slouched posture. That same stupid grey hoodie. The one he wore when you told him you were pregnant.

“N-nothing,” you murmur, swallowing hard. You turn away, willing your body not to shake. Your pulse drums in your ears. Maybe if you don’t look again, he won’t come over. Maybe if you just breathe-

But then, you hear it.

Your name. Clear. Sharp. Too familiar.

You freeze.

“…Hey,” he says, like it's been a few weeks, not almost two years. Like he didn’t leave you sobbing on the bathroom floor, clutching a pregnancy test with trembling fingers.

You turn around slowly, dread crawling up your spine.

He’s closer now. Standing just a few steps away, hands in his hoodie pocket, wearing that smug, casual smile that used to mean nothing and now means danger.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he says, scanning you up and down. You cower, the feeling of being judged is hitting you like a freight train. “Still looking tired.”

You clench your fists at your sides. You’re tired, yes. But not because of him. Not anymore.

“She’s in the hospital, isn’t she?” he adds casually. “The kid?”

Bucky shifts forward before you can even form a reply, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with you now, closer than before. Protective. Solid.

“Don’t talk to her like that,” Bucky says again, more sharply this time.

Your ex’s eyes flick to Bucky and narrow. “What, you her boyfriend or something?”

Before you can say anything, Bucky answers. His voice is even, but there’s steel underneath.

“I’m someone who gives a damn.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Your ex scoffs. “Man, whatever. I don’t need this drama. I was just being polite.”

“Don’t,” you say finally, your voice quieter but firm. “Don’t pretend this is polite. You lost the right to speak to me or ask about her, the second you walked out.”

You can feel your hands shaking again, but you keep your chin up.

His expression shifts, annoyed now. “Yeah, well, I guess you’re not as helpless as I thought.”

Bucky’s voice drops low, warning clear as day. “Walk away.”

And this time, the guy does. Not because he’s afraid, but because he’s outnumbered by decency.

You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until Bucky’s hand brushes yours again. Just a light touch. Anchoring.

“You alright?” he asks softly.

You nod, barely.

But your voice cracks when you say, “I hate that he still gets to make me feel this small.”

Bucky looks at you like you hung the damn moon. “Then let me help you remember how big you are.”

And you break. Not loudly. Not publicly. But enough that your knees threaten to give out and Bucky wraps his arm around your shoulders, guiding you to sit on the bench. No judgment. No pressure. Just presence.

And for the first time in years, you let yourself lean.

Not because you’re weak.

But because someone finally showed up and stayed.

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*blows at screen to get the dust away* ahem, heyyyy

Firstly, I'd like to sincerely apologize for being inactive for a REALLY long time. Life was in shambles and am starting right back up again, hooray!

Here's part 3 after a very long long time, once again I'm sorry y'all 🥺.

But yes, I will try my very best to write and upload some more!

Lemme know what you lovelies think!

Till' then,

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

[paucubarsisimp]

Can you write for Phil Foden or Lando Norris (or Oscar Piastri), in fact the one you prefer. An imagine in which the reader is insecure about her small chest? If you're not comfortable with that, there's no problem (I'm specifying just in case, I'm not asking for anything smut)

Thank you if you do it and Good Luck for your exam 💕

more than enough

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: in which you’re insecure about your small chest

warnings: none

tagged: @madwolia, @barcapix, @universefcb, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

a/n: js a reminder that you’re all gorgeous 💋

the hotel room in monaco was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the distant noise of the city winding down for the night. oscar had barely put down his phone, but you were lost in your thoughts, the exhaustion from the race weekend settling into your bones. it was supposed to be a time to unwind, yet you couldn’t shake the discomfort crawling under your skin.

you sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped up in a blanket, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. your mind kept drifting back to the same nagging thought that had been consuming you for days—the one that always seemed to appear when you were around oscar’s world. your chest.

you had picked out a cute outfit earlier that day, one that usually made you feel confident, but now, in the dimly lit hotel room, you just felt small. flat. compared to the women you’d seen today—confident, busty, with curves that seemed to demand attention. you couldn’t help but feel invisible, like you were fading into the background.

oscar looked up from his phone, his gaze flickering to you with a soft frown. he had that look on his face—the one that meant he’d noticed you’d gone quiet, withdrawn, something bothering you. he set his phone down with a sigh, his eyes never leaving yours.

“hey,” he said, his voice low and soothing, “what’s going on? you’ve been zoning out all evening.”

you didn’t want to talk about it. not now, not here. you wanted to bury it deep and forget. but oscar’s quiet concern always had a way of drawing things out of you, no matter how hard you tried to hold them in. you shrugged, not meeting his eyes, your fingers nervously tugging at the fabric of your shirt again.

“it’s nothing,” you muttered, but your voice gave you away. “just… i don’t know. i feel stupid. insecure. i guess i’m being ridiculous.”

oscar was immediately at your side, his body close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. he gently placed his hand on your knee, leaning in slightly so you couldn’t avoid him.

“you’re not stupid,” he said softly, his voice rich with understanding. “but you’re not fooling me. something’s on your mind, love.”

you hesitated for a moment before you finally whispered, “it’s my chest. it’s… too small. i don’t know. i just feel… less.”

there was a beat of silence, and you could feel oscar’s gaze on you, the way he processed your words. his hand slid from your knee to your own, fingers brushing over your skin, offering comfort, but also a kind of heat that made your heart race for a different reason.

“what do you mean, ‘less’?” oscar asked, his voice low, but not unkind. “you’re anything but that. your body… it’s perfect.”

you shook your head, biting your lip in frustration, still not meeting his eyes. “but i’m not like the other women you’re around. they have… curves, you know? the kind of bodies that turn heads. i don’t even fill out a top properly.”

oscar’s hand moved up to your chin, gently tilting your face to meet his gaze. his thumb brushed over your lip softly, the touch sending a spark through you that only made the nerves grow worse.

“i can’t believe you think that,” he said, his voice quiet, yet full of something deeper—something raw. “it’s not about curves, sweetheart. it’s about you. i’ve never looked at anyone else the way i look at you.”

you felt a flush creep up your neck, but oscar didn’t let you look away. he took a breath, leaning in just a little closer, his face inches from yours. “you think i don’t notice how you make my heart race when you walk into a room?” he murmured, his lips just brushing against yours as he spoke. “or how i can’t stop thinking about the way you laugh… or the way your skin feels when i touch you?”

you swallowed hard, your pulse quickening. you hadn’t expected this, the heat building between you so suddenly, and it made the insecurities feel… different. not gone, but quieter. less significant.

“but i’m nothing like—”

oscar cut you off with a kiss, soft and gentle at first, his lips brushing over yours with a tenderness that made you forget everything else. when he pulled back, his eyes were dark, filled with something unspoken, something that made you feel desired in a way you hadn’t expected.

“sweetheart,” he breathed, his hand slipping to your waist, pulling you closer. “i’m not talking about anyone else. you are what makes me crazy. the way you feel in my arms, the way you look when you’re thinking too hard about something. i don’t care about anything else. it’s you who’s always on my mind.”

you were close now, close enough to feel the warmth of his body against yours, his hand sliding up your back to the nape of your neck. your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in again, his lips grazing your ear, his voice a whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

“your chest is perfect, just like the rest of you,” oscar murmured, his voice thick with desire. “i don’t need anything more. i just need you. you’ve always been more than enough.”

you shivered as his words sank in, the way his lips brushed your skin, sending a heat through you that made you forget all about the insecurities you’d been carrying around. oscar pulled back slightly, looking at you with a smirk that was both reassuring and a little daring.

“you’re so damn beautiful, it drives me insane,” he said, his hand resting on your side, his fingers grazing lightly against your skin. “and i’m gonna make sure you know it, every single day.”

the intensity of his gaze, the heat between you, made you feel a little dizzy, but in a way that felt right. it was like the self-doubt had melted away under his touch, his words, the way he made you feel like the most important person in the world.

“oscar…” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. “are you sure? i mean… i’m really not—”

he silenced you with another kiss, this one deeper, more urgent, as if he couldn’t wait another second to prove how much he meant it. his hands roamed down your back, pulling you closer, making you feel seen. wanted.

“i’m sure,” he said, his lips still against yours, his voice rough with sincerity. “you’re more than enough. always have been.”

the moment hung between you, both of you breathless, and you couldn’t help but believe him. maybe you didn’t need to be like everyone else. maybe, just maybe, this—you—was enough.

[mono-dontidae]

say it

c/w: pointing out insecurities (everyone except kenma cause i dunno how kenma woukd make point an insecurity out), cheating (just kenma), pure angst no fluff, not proofead

a/n: no lev because i love lev he could never be mean!! haha!! (im running out of shit to write pls recc me a school or 3 ppl to continue this idek)

pairing(s): kuroo, kenma, yaku x !fem reader

kuroo

you weren't the brightest. but you certainly weren't dumb. you just needed a little help with your studies. however, you were amazing at other things; sports, curricular activities and communication pursuits. kuroo admired how determined you were at trying to be better with your studies though. the way you'd do your best to help your other classmates with things neither you understood. he caught himself smiling at the sight of it. maybe that's why he loves you so much. all up until one day, it's been a particularly hard day for him. training's been horrible and you just kept bugging him for a study date. "does it have to be me? i'm sure you could ask like.. kenma or something", he asked you, trying to contain his annoyance. you refused, wanting your boyfriend to help him. you felt more comfortable around him and you feel that spending time together was a good idea. he thought otherwise. "fuck, can't you just get the hint? i'm fucking tired. why can't you be like [girl's name]? she's pretty, funny and smart. you're just a good face with no thought behind it. just get the hint, okay? it's real fucking annoying.", his words harsh and blunt. he couldn't think. "what? don't be petty, tell me directly 'no'. there was no need to compare me with her anyways.", you replied back, hurt. you didn't mean to act so persistant on it. "you're almost worst than lev. it's embarrassing enough to have a girlfriend who's shitty at school, like, why're you here in the first place?", he laughed almost, seemingly twisting the knife. he walked away while you just stood there, insecure.

kenma

"pfft.. haha..", kenma kept smiling as he texted on his phone. you were both eating a bento you made at a park, afterschool. he hasn't had a single bite yet and making conversation with him was impossible. "mm.." "uhuh" "yeah." "crazy." "oh?" "ah." was all he ever replied back with his eyeballs staring at his screen, his fingers making a longer sentence than his mouth ever could. "oh, for fucks sake.", you finally spat. you snatched kenma's phone away, getting him to finally look at you. "what're you doing? i'm talking to a brick wall here ken, what could be mor-", you paused as you looked at what the contact was saved as. "honey ♡". a heart? are you serious? "ken? what in the fuck is this?", you got up, angry and fuming. understandable honestly, who wouldn't be? "oh. that's.. uhm", he darted his eyes to the side, unable to answer you. ".. an online friend..", that answer of his only filled your rage. "no friend would ever be thought to be named 'honey' with a heart, ken. what the hell, what gives? i thought we were good, what's up with this?!", you asked him, confused. you sounded desperate for an answer from him, a boy who's always of few words. "i don't know. she's always been.. available. she plays all the same games as me, likes the same anime's as me and always been interested in what i like.", he said, matter of factly. you placed his phone onto the banch you were both sitting on a bit too harshly. "and what, that justifies you to just cheat on me?! you could have just broken up with me!", you stepped forward, now facing infront of him. this was all so stupid. "you and i have never been in the same intrest bubbles. she's more fun. you're boring. she's cool about anything too, you're super uptight. i just stayed to make you pleased i guess. i don't know.", he replied half-assed. it's almost like he was never bothered. almost like you never mattered. you were just another person to him and he kept the lable going to delude you of happiness. how embarrassing it must be to be so unaware.

yaku

you were cool, tall, charming and apart of the nekoma female volleyball team. it's how you and yaku met in the first place. deep down, you weren't as masculine or stoic like how you seemed on the outside. you didn't dig your stereotyoe much and hid how you were girly, sweet, nice and overall being pretty feminine knowing it didn't suit you. your height and athletism has been an insecurity and always wanted to be "pretty like other girls". obviously, you both got stared at in school or public by the height difference and such but it never mattered. or did it? "hey, suke? you wanna have lunch later?", you appoached him in class that morning, happy to see your boyfriend. he looked a bit startled when you approached his desk. he looked up, seeing you tower over him. you were a foot taller but you didn't mind being taller than him. however, yaku has always been insecure of his height. lately the teasing of his classmates and team has gotten to him. "oh, hey. no thanks, babe. i'll be eatingg with the guys today.", he replied curtly. you felt a bit dissapointed but you still festered a smile. you handed him a packed lunch. "alright. here, then. i made you something.", it was cute, floral patterned wrapping cloth containing a little surprise note you wrote inside. "oh. thanks.", he stared at it. you waved him goodbye before walking to the other side of the classroom to your desk. later at lunch, he walked to the class next door where kuroo, kenma, fukunaga, yamamoto and inuoka were. they waved him a hello as he approach, your bento in hand. yamamoto pointed it out first, "yo, your little girlfriend made you lunch? oh, wait. you're the little one, sorry!", then laughed and the rest followed. "pfft, lay off him. we all know height doesn't matter. but how's being the girlfriend, huh?", kuroo barked next. the rest laughed once more, irritating yaku more. he sat, unveiling the lunch. your note was his last straw, 'hope u love this, honey! lot's of love, y/n. p.s, i made sure to cut the crust off your sandwich this time!'. "nevermind!! she's just your mom at this point, man! haha!", yamamoto laughed as he peeped at the note. he got up angrily and threw the bento onto the floor. "look, it's not my fault my girfriend's a freak. she's tall as shit and theres nothing i can do about it. she can't even be girly 'cause let's face it, it'll never suit her. she chose me 'cause i'm the only person willing of taking her. no dude in the right mind would date her; you're right, she's a boyfriend at most! i shouldnt've even dated her from how embarrassing it is!", he rambled as the class was silent. then there you were, in the doorway watching. you were just walking past the class to head to the canteen and he was exploding before your eyes. everyone looked from him to you, crickets playing. some were staring at you with pity, some trying not to laugh, some in shock and some confused.

ts so ass highkey 🥀

[xgryffinwhore]

johnny lawrence x shy gf reader and hes so soft with her and obsessed with her and extremely protective over her

THIS IS SO SHORT BUT I WAS HAVING TROUBLE COMING UP WITH IDEAS

Soft Johnny SF

Word count: 1k

The vibrant glow of neon lights dances off the mini-golf course at Golf N’ Stuff as Johnny and his girlfriend step onto the first hole. There’s a lively crowd around, but Johnny barely seems to notice anyone but her. His hand rests at the small of her back as he guides her toward the starting point, his eyes flickering with that soft, protective spark he only shows when she's around.

He hands her a putter, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Think you can keep up with me?” he asks, eyebrow raised in challenge. She gives him a shy smile, but he catches the uncertainty in her eyes.

Without a word, he steps behind her, gently placing his hands over hers on the putter. His arms wrap around her, his breath warm by her ear as he murmurs, “Here, let me help.” He guides her hands, helping her find the right angle, then leans back, watching as she gives the ball a soft tap. It rolls down the green and lands a few inches from the hole.

“Nice one!” he says with a grin, giving her an encouraging nudge. "Guess I’ll have to step up my game."

As he takes his turn, she notices a guy from a nearby group glance over. He walks up, a confident smirk on his face. “Hey,” he says, leaning a little too close for comfort. “Haven’t seen you here before. You, uh, need any tips on your swing?”

Before she can respond, Johnny steps in, his jaw set and eyes narrowed. He moves to her side, his arm sliding protectively around her waist. “She’s fine,” Johnny says, his voice firm, making it clear he’s not interested in any competition.

The guy raises his hands, laughing it off. “All right, man, just saying hi.”

"Yeah well don't, not unless you want to be 6 feet under" Johnny spat, pulling her closer. 

As he walks away, Johnny turns to you, his intense expression softening as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “Sorry, you know how I get" he says embarrassed at his over-reaction.

"I know" she blushes, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. She paints her golf club at the hole they are aiming for "Go on Lawrence" she teased "Show me what you got."

Johnny gives her a smug grin, his competitive streak still burning. "Nice try, but you still have a long way to go to catch up," he taunts playfully, enjoying the friendly rivalry between them. As she starts walking toward the next hole, he stays glued at her side, his arm instinctively finding its place at the small of her back. Every guy they pass on the course gets a quick death stare from Johnny, a silent warning to keep their distance.

"Don't think I didn’t notice that guy checking you out," he mutters, his expression darkening slightly.

She looks at him, confusion in her eyes "I didn't notice, plus he wasn't anyway." She gives him a reassuring smile, his gorgeous hair lays messily on his forehead.

Johnny's eyes search hers for a moment before softening at the reassurance in her smile. "Guess maybe I'm just a little paranoid," he admits, his voice tinged with a hint of guilt. "I just can't stand the thought of anyone looking at my girl that way." The possessiveness in his voice is undeniable, but it's mixed with a vulnerable insecurity, as if he's scared of losing her if he lets his guard down.

She offers him a lopsided smile, rubbing his back with her free hand "You're the only one I got eyes for Johnny, I'm crazy about you. Don't you forget that."

Johnny smiles back, her reassurance bringing a sense of warmth to his heart. "Thanks, babe," he says, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "You know how much you mean to me, right?  I just... I can't help it. I get so protective... I just don't know what I'd do without ya."

"Well you don't have to worry about that" she winks. As they continue playing Johnny can't help but notice how beautiful she is, how the light captures her face, her small frame near his, the sound of that perfect laugh. 

When they wrap up, he gets an idea, he isn't much for romance but for her, it was easy. "Say," he grabs her hand "What do you think about getting on the ferris wheel for a while, huh?" She blushes and nods her head "that sounds like a perfect idea."

Johnny leads her to the ferris wheel, his fingers interlaced with hers. The ride operator, a greasy middle-aged man, gives them a knowing smile as they approach. "Have fun up there, lovebirds," he remarks. Johnny just rolls his eyes, his attention firmly on her.

As they're strapped into their seat and the ferris wheel starts its slow ascent, Johnny's hand finds hers again, his thumb tracing soothing circles on her palm.  Johnny's gaze remains fixed on her, admiring her beauty in the softly glowing evening light.

She notices him staring and tilts her head to the side "What is it baby?" she brushes his hair away from his eyes, their pupils dilating for each other. 

Johnny blinks, coming out of his trance of admiration. "Nothin', just still can't get over how damn lucky I am," he admits, a rare moment of vulnerability showing in his voice. "You're beautiful, you know that? And I'm the one who gets to hold you like this." He pulls her close, her head resting against his chest.

She nuzzles into his arms, his muscular form  sucking her in. He smells like a mix of cologne and the leather he always wears. "I know it Johnny" she hums, closing her eyes as she relishes in the moment. 

Johnny tightens his grip around her, enjoying the warmth of her body pressed against him. As they make their way to the top of the ferris wheel, the view of the city stretches out in front of them, all lit up in a beautiful blanket of twinkling lights. The cool night air rustles their hair, and for a moment, it feels like they're the only two people in the world.

He kisses the top of her head, whispering softly, "I love you, babe. More than anything."

[awakenedevildays]

「quarrels and sofas」 Art Donaldson x F!reader

TW: angst, smut (minors DNI), fighting, jealousy, insecurities

you can read the other parts here!

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Art knew it was a terrible idea to properly introduce you to Patrick right away, from the moment he saw how his best friend looked at you up and down he knew he was in for troubles. Even more when Patrick "kindly" offered to teach you how to play tennis while "your boyfriend was busy". 

You agreed happily almost immediately: with Tashi busy with her professional tennis career, and you with yours, you didn't have much time to see each other, and when you did you tried to disconnect from your jobs by doing other things and that resulted in not playing that much anymore, expect with Art sometimes.

"your girlfriend is really cute by the way, how come I didn't realize it when we met her years ago" he teased Art after you excused yourself to go to the bathroom of the restaurant. 

Art knew where the conversation was going, but decided not to respond to his best friend's taunts "you didn't realize she was cute? It's your bad I guess" he replied in a snarky way, his fingers playing with his glass "besides, she's been cute since forever, what are you even talking about?" Art asked.

Patrick snickered a little at Art's response, taking a sip of his glass while he kept his eyes on him.

"Oh don't play dumb with me. She's always been on the cute side, but come on... she's seriously gorgeous now. You're so lucky and you don't even realize it" he replied back, a mischievous grin on his face growing as he continued to tease Art.

Art felt anger rise in his body, why did he always feel like he had to compete against Patrick? 

Patrick could feel the tension between them and continued to push further "You should be glad she's still loyal to you. She could easily leave your ass if she wanted to, bet she has tons of men after her" he kept going with a smug smile, knowing fully well he was pushing Art to his limit.

"Yeah well, unlike you I know how to treat my girlfriend right" he bit back, his smile growing. 

Patrick's smile faded a little at the reference to his past relationship with Tashi, but he quickly regained his composure and a smirk formed on his lips "Oh please, I know how to treat women just fine. Tashi simply just couldn't handle me" he said with a laugh, trying to brush off the topic.

Art's frowned his eyebrows in fake confusion, his smile turning into a thin line "Oh... my bad, I heard it went differently, from what I know.. it was you who couldn't keep up with her". 

Patrick raised an eyebrow at Art's response, his smirk faltering slightly as he tried to keep his cool.

"You've heard wrong then. It was Tashi who couldn't handle my life as a successful businessman." he retorted with a hint of defensiveness in his voice, trying to deflect the truth with arrogance.

Art was going to answer but a voice interrupted him "excuse me, I'll leave you the bill" the waitress said leaving the small receipt holder on the table, both men smiled as she walked away. 

Art took his wallet to pay and Patrick didn't bother to stop the blond as he slid the money inside of the card holder before leaving it on the table for the waitress to take. 

Then, Art takes a sip of his beer, his eyes never leaving Patrick's "stay away from her Patrick, I mean it" he warned. 

Patrick rolled his eyes at Art's warning "Oh, come on Art. I'm just being friendly. What's the harm in that?" he replied with a smirk, clearly not taking him seriously. 

"I know what you're trying to do, I know you". 

Patrick leaned back in his seat, his smirk widening at Art's accusation. "And what exactly do you know, Art?" he asked with feigned innocence, though his eyes gleamed with mischievous intent.

"I know you can't stand seeing me happy while you're not" he replied immediately and Patrick couldn't help but scoff at Art's words. 

"Oh please, I'm perfectly happy in my single life. I don't need a relationship to make me happy" he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand, though there's a hint of bitterness in his tone.

Art leans on his chair "sure you don't, but don't try to ruin mine too" his smile didn't reach his eyes. 

"Ruin your relationship? Who said anything about ruining your relationship?" Patrick asked with a hint of sarcasm, feigning innocence once again. "I'm just being friendly, Art. I don't have any ulterior motives" he added, maintaining his smile but his eyes betrayed his true intentions.

Before Art could answer you are next to him again "sorry, what did I miss?" you asked innocently, Art's arm wrapped around your shoulder while his other hand takes your fingers in his to play with them. 

Patrick's gaze flickered from you to Art, observing the two of you with a subtle feeling of irritation before he plastered a charming smile on his face. "Ah, nothing much. We were just catching up, talking about old times" he replied smoothly, though his gaze lingered on your hand enclosed in Art's, a flicker of envy in his eyes. Art looked at you and smiled, "nothing important" he said, brushing off the conversation to shift his focus back to you. 

"we should go baby, we have to wake up early tomorrow" Art stood up, you mimic his action. 

"Oh yeah, that's right" you said, slightly puzzled but you quickly brushed it off and leaned into Art's side, giving him a soft smile. Patrick watched the two of you raise from your seats, his smile still on his face "alright then, it was nice catching up" he said standing up as well, giving Art a nod before his gaze went back to you. "It was really nice to see you again" he added, his voice carrying a hint of flirtation you didn’t seem to notice, but Art did. 

"It was nice seeing you too Patrick, I'll text you for that tennis lesson, ok?" Patrick briefly looked at Art and smiled "can't wait, good night". 

Art's grip on you tightened momentarily, his expression tense but he quickly regained his composure to give Patrick a curt nod in return. "Good night" he replied shortly before leading you out of the restaurant, his arm remained protectively around your shoulders. 

Now, a few weeks later, Art leans with crossed arms at the doorframe and watches you getting ready for bed. He can't stop thinking how Patrick looked at you during that dinner and he can't imagine what his eyes saw while you played together, how he probably glanced at your legs and checked you out.

"So how was your match with Patrick?" He hopes you don't hear the jealousy out of his voice. 

"it was good, how was your day baby?" you decide to ignore his jealous tone, you kiss his lips when you pass by him to go to the bathroom.

He kisses you back, smiling when your lips touched his but he can't help thinking of Patrick right now. 

"My day was good," he says "what did you and Patrick do after your practice?" He asks while he changes from his jeans to a jogging pants.

"he gave me a ride here" you shrug.

He tries to hold a neutral mimic by hearing that but his jealousy is too much to not say anything about it. 

"I could've picked you up, baby" he tells you while he sits down on your bed waiting for you to finish brushing your teeth.

"I didn't want to bother you, and we were already together" you explain to calm him down but it's not working as you hoped it would.

You can see his knuckles turning white "it's not about bothering me. It's about you and Patrick together, alone. I don't like him". 

You look at him shocked "what do you mean? he is your best friend Art" you exclaim incredulous. 

"he just has a thing for you and it's obvious and I don't like it" It's like you can touch his anger, it's filling the whole room.

He can't stop imagining how Patrick might have touched you when he wasn't there, how he looked at you... just thinking that he might have looked at you the same way he did during the dinner is making him crazy. 

"I don't want you to see him anymore" he states and his arms cross in front of his chest and you scoff. 

"you're being ridiculous Art, he didn't try to do anything" you say and finally look at him from the bathroom. 

He starts to raise his voice and you can see the veins on his forehead throbbing "don't you see he has a thing for you?! You think he's such a good friend helping you play better? He doesn't give a damn about that, and you're just too naive to see that. He's just waiting for a chance to be with you" he snaps and stands from the bed. 

"I'm sorry are you trying to say I'm cheating on you?" you ask and you really hope he's going to deny it. 

 "I'm saying I'm tired of seeing you give attention to every single male that flirts with you, I mean how much attention do you need, are you really that desperate?" he snaps and immediately regrets what he just said, your hurt expression makes him shut his mouth.

He sighs and walks towards you, but just as he arrives in front of  you take a step back, tears swelling in your eyes and Art's heart clenches in his chest.

How can he explain to you that there is a voice in his head that tells him, every time you look at him, that he doesn't deserve you? that you could find someone better than him? that what Patrick had told him had affected him more than he wants to admit and that he is as terrified of losing you as he is terrified of few other things in the world?

"you're being unfair Art, you know I didn't cheat on you" you defend yourself but your voice tremble and it's difficult for Art to hear you. 

"I know, I'm sor-" but you don't listen to him.  

"I never, ever, gave you a reason not to trust me," your voice raises, you feel so hurt by him right now, you thought his trust in you was stronger than this. 

"I know, I'm sorry you're right, it's just that... Patrick told me some thing last time at dinner and insecurities got the best of me! I'm sorry, I really am baby, its just that..." he tries to explain what he is feeling "every time I look at you I always think you are too much for me, that you could find someone better than me and that you could leave me at any given moment, I love you so much it makes me crazy... Please forgive me" he takes your face in his hands but you don't look at him,  you can't bring yourself to feel sorry for him right now, you're way more hurt than he is. 

"but this is not the right way to show me Art, what you are saying it's unfair, I never, ever gave you a reason to doubt my loyalty towards you and our relationship" you take his hands off of your face. 

You are right, he knows you are, but his thoughts just won him over this time. He gently pulls you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist, he starts kissing you on your jawline and down your neck but you don't hug him back. 

"I..am so sorry baby. You have every right to feel hurt by what I just said and did. Please forgive me, I really am sorry, look we're both tired, can we go to sleep? we'll talk about this tomorrow morning, how does that sound?" he gives you a small smile in hope to soothe you but you avoid his gaze and he realizes he had said too much this time, he swallows the lump forming in his throat.

"I'm sorry, I truly mean it" he whispers with a gentle voice. All he wants to do now is to kiss your pain away, but he know you won't let him this time.

"I think I'll sleep on the couch tonight" you say and slip past him out of the bathroom and the bedroom.

 He watches you leave the bathroom and the bedroom with his heart racing like crazy. You are going to sleep on the couch? No. No way. It hurt knowing that he made you feel bad enough that you would sleep on the couch instead of in your bed with him. His legs moves on his own and he follows you out of the bedroom before grabbing your wrists and pulling you close to him. "Baby please, don't sleep on the couch" he pleads and tries to press you against his body.

"Art I don't want to be close to you right now, I really need space to think" you pull your wrist back and Art feels his heart sink at your words as his head starts spinning. 

He tries to blink away the tears that were in the corner of his eyes, but he can't. So his hands slowly lets go of your wrists and he takes a step back. "Okay. If you want space then I will give you the space you need", he says with a cracked voice and looks down at his empty hands.

You smile weakly "thank you, night Art" but before you can turn again he surpasses you to sit on the couch before you can reach it "I'll sleep here baby, you take the bed" he says and lays there, his eyes never leaving your figure and the way he is looking at you makes you feel so damn guilty even though he is the one at fault.

You open your mouth to speak but nothing you think seems appropriate, you reclutantly nod and turn around to go back to the bedroom.

He watches you disappear in the dark bedroom. His thoughts are racing. The guilt that was already so heavy on his soul is getting heavier every second. But he knows that you need space now after what he said to you. The only thing that he can do now is to pray that in the morning everything will go back to being alright. So that's what he did before falling asleep after a long time of just simply staring at the ceiling.

You hand caressing his cheek softly stirs Art awake the next morning.

You can feel the you man’s body tensing up at first at the soft touch of your hand on his cheek, but he quickly melts into it. The warm feeling of your hand on his skin makes his heart flutter and he slowly opens his eyes to look at you. "Baby?" he whispers still sleepy from what you assumed was a bad night on the couch.

"Hi" you murmur and his hand come to rest on yours still on his cheek "I made breakfast, would you like to join me?" if it wasn't for the fact that Art slept on the couch and his burning eyes he would've thought that what happened yesterday was just a bad dream.

Art is confused, he is afraid to speak and ruin this moment, to push you away once and for all and lose you forever "Yeah I would love to".

You gave him a small smile before making your way to the kitchen and Art follows behind you. He still seems exhausted as if he barely got any sleep last night. His heart sinks once his eyes lands on the table. You made his favourite pancakes with maple syrup, but in contrast to all the other days you didn't made coffee this time, only milk.

You sit on your place but Art stands awkwardly at the doorframe as if he needs your permission to approach you. So you give it to him.

The both of you eat the food in silence. Art doesn't dare to say a word the whole time, the only thing that he can't stop doing is stealing a look at you every now and then when he believes that you won't notice it. He can't get over the fact that you were so kind and cooked him his favourite meal after what happened last night. But his heart stops when you suddenly put down your fork and clear your throat. He was so nervous that he can already feel the lump in his throat building up.

"I think we should talk about yesterday Art"

 His heart is beating out of his chest the second he hears that dreaded sentence. The dreaded talk. The talk that would surely decide how everything is going to be between you two from this point. He swallows loudly before nodding his head. "Okay. Baby, listen I-" his voice cracks and he feels pathetic, if only his voice stopped him from speaking yesterday he wouldn't find himself in this position now. 

The second he sees your hand going up to stop his rambling, he immediately shuts up and swallows hard again. The tension in the room is so thick it could be cut trough with a knife. He has no idea what to do or how to start this conversation, so he looks at you with his thoughts racing in his head and fear building up more and more.

"I'll talk first"

He felt the lump in his throat growing thicker, but he nods once to show you that he is listening. "Go ahead," and you nod.

"what happened yesterday was not okay Art, I'm sorry that you feel so insecure of our relationship but you have to talk to me about these things and not accuse me of things I never did and never will"

 Art takes a shaky breath at your words. Everything that you said makes sense and he knows it. He should have talked about his insecurities and doubts, but instead he lashed his pain out on you. He feels so stupid right know.

"You're right. You're right. I'm sorry for what I said and did yesterday", he mumbles while he reaches for your hand to hold it. "I just..I don't know what got into me, but I promise I will never do this ever again".

"I'm not done" you say but take his hands in yours to reassure him. 

He swallows hard as you tell him that you aren't done. So he sits there still, not moving a muscle but also not letting go off your hands while he waits for you to continue. His heart is beating in his chest so fast it feels like it could explode any second.

"If you really think that Patrick is flirting with me, I'll keep him away from me... from us. I don't want to know what he told you that night, I don't care, but I need you to know that I love you, I'll always love you and only you, nothing will change that and I will never cheat on you, and I won't tolerate you behaving or accusing me like you did yesterday". 

Your words hit Art in the heart. He squeezes your hand a bit to show his affection and he nods "I know, I know that you love me and only me and that I'm an idiot for ever doubting that. And I love you too. More than anything. I'll try and work on my self doubt and my stupid insecurities. I'm sorry." He can't believe that you are still sitting in the same room with him.

You get up from your chair and sit on his legs, your hands go to his cheeks and you can feel his breath hitch as he hurriedly wraps one arm around you. Slowly he starts to press his cheek into your hand, he loves feeling your touch on him and he lets his eyes slowly close.

"is Patrick really the only thing that is bothering you?".

Art hums softly as he gives your question a real thought. Is it really the only thing that is bothering him?

He slowly opens his eyes and looks at you when he realizes that there is one more thing that made him jealous when he thought about it. "It isn't only Patrick..." he mumbled.

"what is it then?" 

"It's you" he says truthfully "It's you and how many people find you attractive. Everywhere you go there are so many guys checking you out. I know that they're no threat to our relationship, but everytime I see them looking at you I can't help but wish sometimes to have you all for myself".

"it's your fault for choosing a hot girl as your partner" you joke to lighten the mood. 

Art chuckles softly at your joke. He can feel the corner of his lips slowly twitching upwards to a smirk at your words. It's just like you to try and lighten up the mood and he loved that about you. 

"That's not fair" he mumbled against your palm before he leaned in to press a soft kiss onto it.

"you think I don't feel the same about you? everywhere we go there is always some girls making heart eyes at you and it makes me crazy, have you ever noticed them?" he shakes his head, he never sees them, he only has eyes for you, "and in the exact same way I don't see any other guys that is not you." he blushes and you kiss the corner of his mouth "the fact that I am insecure as you are about other people finding you attractive doesn't mean I get insecure of your love for me or of our relationship, and you shouldn't either" you flick his forehead 

At this point he is simply stunned by what you said and you could literally see on his face, so you are jealous of him too?

Art doesn't know what to say at first so the only thing that he does is to tighten his grip on your waist while his cheeks slowly turns red. "I..I thought you didn't feel the same about..you know..." He trails off when he realized that there aren't any words that can express what is on his mind.

"about other girls finding you pretty?"

Art slowly nods his head. "Yeah..I guess so" he mumbles and looks down at his lap, embarrassed that he has those thoughts and doubts. "I just thought that it didn't bother you cause you never said anything. I thought I was being crazy" he mumbled and looked up at you with guilty eyes.

"I should've express my feeling about it sooner, maybe you wouldn't have felt this way about Patrick" 

"Maybe..." he mumbles while he slides his arm from your waist and gently brushes some loose hair behind your ear "I'm sorry for what I said about you and Patrick baby...I'm so sorry"

"I know you are... I'm sorry too" you murmur 

His eyes widens slightly and his head snaps up so that he can look at you. "What are you sorry about, sweetheart. You didn't do anything wrong" his thumb gently brushes over the skin on your cheek.

"about not expressing my insecurity sooner, for making you feel alone in this, we both could have handled this situation better" his heart starts racing in his chest when you lean into his hand and softly press your lips onto it. A small sigh escapes his lips while he keeps his eyes on you "I guess we both have to work on sharing our insecurities baby. Let's not keep anything from each other, alright?"

"sounds like a great deal to me" you whisper and kiss him softly on the lips and he comes alive under you.

He immediately leans into the kiss and presses his lips back onto yours. He feels like all the tension between you is slowly fading out and he cups your face with his hands to pull you closer.

He can't get enough of the taste of your lips. The way you are sitting on his lap kissing him passionately feels so right. It takes all his willpower to slow down the kiss and pull away from you to breath for a moment. His thumb gently caress your cheeks, while he watches you, flushed and looking absolutely wrecked.

You climb off his lap just to straddle him and rejoin your lips together, his hands fly to your hip to pull you closer. The feeling of your body pressed against his makes him groan and his eyes flutters for a moment, before he deepens the kiss again. His tongue licks across your bottom lip and he gently nips on it with his teeth.

you moan and grind your hips on his, the only things keeping your body separate are your short nightgown and his jogging pants. 

A breathy moan escapes his lips at the feeling of your hips grinding on him in such a sweet torture. He pulls you even closer if that's even possible and his fingers digs into the skin on your sides to hold you in place while his hips starts to move on their own. "Baby.." he gasps against your lips at the delicious friction of your bodies, he can't handle how hot you look on his lap.

"I need you Art, please"

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The second those needy words leave your lips something inside him snaps. The way you beg him makes him feel like he could explode in any second. "God, I love you" He gasps and pulls his lips from yours just to shower kisses along your jaw. "I need you too, baby." He moans against your skin and his hips rocks upwards to meet your movements.

you grind your hips on his again and again in circolar motions, his lips goes to your neck and lightly suck on it and his hands on your ass to help your movements. Your hands instead goes to raise his shirt to take it off and Art leans back against the chair to help you before going back to the same position as before.

Art groans in anticipation when you start to pull off his shirt that reveals his pale chest and abs to you. He shivers slightly when your hands roams over his bare skin and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He leaves wet kisses on your skin while he let his fingers sneak under the hemline of your nightgown to feel your skin. 

you take off your nightgown and throw it on the floor with his shirt before raising your hips to slide off his pants and boxer 

While you take the rest of your clothes off he can't stop himself from watching you. You look so divine and beautiful while undressing in front of him that he has to swallow hard and bite his lips at the sight of your body. After all this time you can still make his mind blank and speechless with your beauty. Slowly his hands roams up your thighs and over the skin on your hips while his eyes looks up at you, completely mesmerised.

"you look so beautiful baby" he says while you slid your panties to the side and sink down on his member, you let out a moan.

He keeps his eyes on you while you slowly let yourself sink down on him, his fingers gently grabbing at your hips to help you, while he feels himself becoming consumed in the feeling of you. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen" he manages to gasp before slowly kissing your lips. It felt like his mind was blank as he could only focus on every single sensation that you make him feel.

His breath hitches at the feeling of your insides wrapped around him and a moan escapes his lips in between the kisses. Art can't even concentrate on anything in this moment apart from you. He starts to move his hips in a steady rhythm with you in his lap.

"fuck, you feel so good baby, I love you" he moans and picks you up, a yelp come out of your mouth and your body trembles in his arms as his member slides deeper than before.

He picks up the pace when he hears you moan out loud, his mind completely blissed out at the feeling of himself buried inside of you while he continues to kiss you everywhere he can reach. 

His idea was to take you in your bedroom but you feel too good and his legs tremble from the pleasure, so he has no choice but to sit you on the table, him between your legs as he pick up his pace.

A surprised gasp escapes your mouth at the change of positions. He spreads your thighs further apart and his hips snaps against you and a groan escapes his lips.

You bring his face to yours and kiss him deeply, your tongues intertwined and your hands slide to his shoulders to dig your nails there and Art moans at the pain mixed with pleasure, one of his supports his weight off of you by resting on the table and the other finds your clit to rub it in circular motions to stimulate you further.

He moans into your mouth the second your tongue finds its way to his and his body presses against you while he does so. That action alone causes him to be deeper inside you and his eyes flutters close despite his best efforts to keep them open to look at you.

"Art- fuck" you moan and tremble against him, your chests pressed together before you let yourself lay against the table completely 

He stands back to look at your spread out body, you look so beautiful that it almost physically hurts him, he gets out of you to turn you around, you whine in response but lay against the table again without much struggle, he slips inside of you again

His pace now is slow and he stops your hips as they try to meet his, you whine in protest 

"Art please... go faster" you look back at him, your eyes pleading while your elbows support your weight, he lowers himself until his chest is pressed against your back and his mouth is close to you left ear "tell me you are mine" he orders while he bottoms out inside of you. 

The way he says that in your ear combined with how deep he is inside of you makes you whimper and shiver runs down your back. "I'm yours" you breathe and your eyes flutter by the feeling of him pressed so close against you. You feel like you're being wrapped up in Art and that feeling alone makes you feel so loved "I'm all yours, please..."

"I swear I'm only yours Art" you say again and his right arm goes around your neck while he brings you up with him in a straight position.

His hand tightens around your neck, making sure the pressure is light as his other hand slips around your stomach to hold you up against him. He then starts to move inside you with slow even strokes. "That's right you're mine..." he groans into your ear, "I love you so much..."

The new position makes his cock hit your cervix and you eyes gets watery from tears of pleasure, he picks up his pace "I'm going to cum Art" 

"me too baby" his hands goes to your clit again and your walls spams around his shaft "can I cum inside of you?" you nod furiously and turn your head to kiss him, when you cum your mouths are still joined and he slides as deep as he can as he reaches his climax too, his mouth now on your left shoulder and your hands wraps around both of his wrists. 

You stay still for a moment, your bodies joined together as your mouths lets out shaky laughs and breaths, he slide out of you delicately and turns you to sit you properly on the table again, his Hans on your thighs as they tremble.

Even in this moment you look the perfect combination of beautiful and wrecked to him. "I still can't believe how prefect you look all the time" he mumbles as he brushes some loose hair behind your ears softly.

You smile and pepper his face with sweet kisses that makes Art close his eyes in content, you slide off of the woodened forniture and take his hands in yours, "how about we take this to the bedroom, my love?"

He immediately nods in response and his eyes flutters when he feels your lips on his face. He feels like in this moment he could stand here and let you shower him with kisses forever. "Lead the way" he mumbles with a lazy tired smile on his face, his eyes follows you while you make your way to the bedroom.

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[ysrjune]

hii there hope all is well i was curious if i could suggest a cute little fic or something of teen!dad scott’s first father’s day and/or mother’s day ? i love your teen!dad scott barringer it’s super cute

a/n: thank youuu ☺️ I love writing teen dad Scott. I'm so glad people are requesting him again!

For Father's Day, Scott's dad wanted to take a trip to Las Vegas with everyone. Your parents let you go since his parents would be the ones taking you (they just wanted you gone.. and you can imagine why.) Leo was now 1 year old. Mother's day had passed, so your first one was over, but now it was Scott's first Father's Day. It was just 2 days before Father's Day had actually come up. You all wanted to explore around the city before celebrating Scott and his father.

Waiting in the airport was fine. Leo didn't fuss much, but Scott did. He was hungry, and his back was hurting from sitting down. At least it was only an hour wait to board the plane. To pass time, he began to play with Leo. "Who's this?" Scott shows the mickey plushie to Leo. "Mick!!!" He claps with a smile. "Yeahh. Good job, weirdo." Scott smiles back.

The plane ride was also good. Leo didn't cry or make loud noises. He was calm and luckily, so was Scott. At the hotel, you and your family of 3 had your own room. It still had two beds, so you figured you could just leave the suitcases there or something since there was no use for it. "It's so hot here." Scott complains immediately. "I don't get why people actually live in Nevada. It's literally a desert." He groans and removes his shirt then quickly makes his way to turn on the AC. "You're so dramatic." You roll your eyes and set Leo on a bed.

"Aren't you hot, sport?" Scott lays on the bed with the baby and twirls his hair. The baby babbled nonsense, making Scott smile. "Me too but your mama thinks I'm crazy." He tsks and shakes his head. "One day you're gonna be just like me and walk around the house in your underwear to annoy her." He tickles Leo.

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That night (to avoid the heat) you all went down to the strip to check what they had. Many restaurants and casinos. There were also girls who were practically half naked to take photos with. "Stop staring." You nudge Scott in the chest as they walk by. "I wasnt!" He whines. He definitely was.. but so were you if you were being honest with yourself.

The night was great. Walking around and then going to dinner then walking around again.. your feet and legs ached but it was worth it. Scott's parents wanted Leo that night because they just loved the cutie so much. So guess what that led to? Scott acting like the horny 17 year old he is. The only reason you agreed to have sex with him for the first time in a year was because he actually had condoms. Wouldn't want another baby..

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Father's day finally came around, and Scott was actually excited. Another day out of the year that got to be about him! He showered before you did, so he was also ready before you. He watched you do your makeup and put on a pretty outfit after you got out. He was staring in awe. You're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. "Stretchmarks look good on you." Scott compliments. Before you had Leo, he used to think they were sort of freaky looking, but now that you have them because of Leo, he thinks they're cool.

Scott knew you were insecure about them. They were mostly faded by now, but they were still there. Often, Scott would kiss them and make you feel like they were nothing to be ashamed of. "Baby's first drawings, they say." He chuckles and kiss your lips. Leo coos from the bed and Scott goes to pick him up. "Look at you, getting cuter and cuter by the day." Scott kisses his sons face. He's never like this in public. This is a side of Scott that no one else but you and occasionally his parents got to see.

In the morning, the plan was breakfast and then hit up a few stores. Then it would be lunch and walk around again, then head back to the hotel to rest, and for dinner, well.. dinner at a new restaurant. Going to stores was your favorite part. Scott had been wanting new sun glasses, so you took him to a store that sold them. He tried on a bunch of different styles of them and you got a ton of goofy photos out of it. He ended up wanting red ones (which was odd since he doesn't like colored sunglasses) just because they had cherries and dice on the side of them. "They're so badass." He explained them as.

By the end of the day, everyone was so tired and just wanted to rest in their rooms. You, Scott, and Leo were in the bed, under the blankets, in your pj's, watching TV. Leo was between you two, playing with his toys. Scott was dozing off. So basically, you were the one watching TV. "Daddy!!" Leo giggles and crawls over to Scott. The blonde groans dramatically. "Uuughhhh. Yes Leo? What do you want now? A bottle, a hug? my soul?" He says with no bark behind it. Of course Leo didn't understand. He just stared into his dad's eyes with his mouth open.

"I love you, ugly." He traps Leo in his arms and kisses him. "Hey, don't call him that!" You look at Scott. "He is though." He really wasn't. Leo was the cutest baby ever. "Mm," You hum. "Well, I love you. Ugly." You smile at Scott and kiss him. He laughs and shakes his head. "I love you more, Beautiful."

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[thisisxli]

hihi can i request a fic of iwaizumi x reader some type of angst to fluff like reader is a foreigner and she overhears iwaizumi making fun of her or her accent just to hide that he likes her?

REQUEST - 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐇. 𝐱 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Rs: Iwaizumi Hajime x foreign Fem!Reader

Warning: angst, betrayal, a BUNCH of shit-talking, racism, bullying(kind of), mentions of insecurities, ghosting

Tags: fluff, shy iwaizumi, bright reader, oikawa tooru is a little shit, reader is a independent baddie, small slow burn, friends to lovers, iwaizumi is shitty with feelings

Summary: Iwaizumi whom hasn't had any experience with anyone develops a crush for the new foreign girl. He comes down to the decision to save his reputation or to be with you.

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"(L/N) (Y/N), thank you for having me," you smile and bow at waist-level, sitting back in your seat. You don't think much of it when you hear the whispers of other students around you.

"She has such a thick accent.. I swear I'm not trying to judge buttt-" Matsukawa quickly cuts Oikawa off, crossing his arms over his chest, "isn't that a little racist, Oikawa?" He smirks at the pouting boy. Their group continues to ramble on about you until you enter the hallway. Some even stop to look at you.

Iwaizumi literally freezes in his spot, stealing his entire attention. He watches you walk past his group with a worried expression and here he thinks that you're super cute. Sure, you weren't Japanese but hey.. That doesn't mean that can stop him from liking you, surely. "Oh, oops! Sorry, can I uh- can I get through?" The volleyball group turn to look at you, shock ridden all over their faces. Without a word, they oblige and let you through. And of course, your locker was right next to Iwaizumi's. He was screaming inside his brain but no one knew that.

You were starting to get scared because of how this boy was staring at you right now. Your hands start to become hesitant when you pick out a notebook from your locker, eyes awkwardly darting back to him and your locker from the side, "um, can I help you?" Iwaizumi blinks at you, looking up to his teammates who held confused and amused expressions. He quickly shakes his head and looks back to you, "y-yeah, sorry. Uh.." Well. How awkward, you both think.

"(L/N)," you speak for him before quickly going on alert, "actually you don't have to call me by my-" you think to yourself for a few seconds, "surname. Just call me by my first, (Y/N)!" You awkwardly laugh, shutting your locker door. The group of boys raise a brow at you and start to snicker, some even starting to whisper in each other's ears. Iwaizumi slightly frowns when he sees this. You notice it all, shoulders slightly slumping. "Yeah.. (Y/N). I'm Iwaizumi Hajime, you can jus' call me.. Iwa, I guess," he mutters, straightening out his volleyball jacket. You quickly nod, bidding each other farewell till you walked off.

Iwaizumi avoids the stare of his teammates, turning around to open his locker. "What was THAT?!" Oikawa practically jumps on him, leaning his arms against the bulky boy's shoulder. He shrugs him off, "nothing. What's your problem?" Oikawa snorts in disbelief, waving off the few nagging girls surrounding his teammates. "My problem is that you seen like you like her! And even maybe," Oikawa points an accusing finger extending out and inwards at Iwaizumi, "maybe you'll even plot on getting with-" he quickly gets cut off with a hard slap to the head, Iwaizumi shuts his locker and walks off to his next class with pink ears. "Yeah, as if."

Turns out.. you both had the same class. And you both sat next to each other.. Just his luck, huh? Was it god doing this to him? What fate had brought you two constantly together after your first interaction?

"Iwa?" He just didn't get it. Why was your locker besides his? Stupid foreign girl couldn't ignore his stupid staring. "Iwa?" Now he has to hear shit from Oikawa. Maybe even Matsukawa and Hanamaki.. It pisses him off at the thought. "Iwa?" He turns his head to the voice calling out his name, glaring hard. You blink at him, faltering under his stare. His face quickly turns back to normal, shoulders relaxing, "yeah? Sorry." You chuckle, tucking a few hair strands behind your ear. Woah, he thinks. "It's okay, it seemed like you were pretty distracted so... But I wanted to ask you if you maybe wanted to be.." He raises a brow when you scrunch your face as if you were afraid of his answer, "partners for our project?" You squeak out. He tilts his head at you. What did you say? "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

You fiddle with your bracelet, "do you want to be partners?" You say a little too formally. He makes an 'oh' shape with his mouth before nodding, rubbing the back of his head. After that, you both continued with the rest of class and headed to your next one. But just before you did- you got his number, of course. Iwaizumi was almost flustered. It was unexpected and weird, usually girls went to Oikawa for this kind of stuff- except, you did this for your shared project.

Iwaizumi wipes his damp cheeks with his towel, taking a sip from his water bottle when he takes a quick scroll through the phone, nearly choking on water when he sees your contact name. Oikawa's head turns to Iwaizumi in curiousity.

(Y/N) :)

Hey! (Y/N) here. I wanted to ask how you wanted to start out the project.

5:26 PM

Iwaizumi quickly looks around before turning his full attention on his phone, trembling thick thumbs dashing across his keyboard.

Iwa H.

Oh, it's no prob. Maybe we could make a slideshow about it, idrk. Your choice?

5:27 PM

(Y/N) :)

Oh yeah! I completely agree. Just let me know when we can start working on it. If you can, you can come over to my place or I come over to yours? Or if not, a library of course.

Boy do you type a lot. He makes a face and cocks a brow but he says nothing of it, going back to typing.

Iwa H.

I could ask. Just see if your parents are okay with it. I'll tell you the time and everything if I'm able to go.

5:28 PM

(Y/N) :)

Okay!

READ 5:28 PM

Iwaizumi sighs heavily, sliding the sweat drenched towel off his neck as he hears a ding come from his phone. He looks back at his phone and sees you text.. some kind of an emoji? What was that? He makes a confused face.

(Y/N) :)

Okay!

(≧∇≦)/

READ 5:29 PM

He purses his lips together and reacts to your 'emoji' with a thumbs up. "So we exchanging numbers with the foreign exchanged student now?" Oikawa's voice calls out by his ear. Iwaizumi jerks back and quickly swings a punch toward the brunette but he quickly ducks back, a huge pout on his lips. "Iwa-Chan! You could've hit me!" Iwaizumi walks over to the locker rooms where the rest of the boys were, Oikawa following not too short from behind.

"Tell me, tell me? When d'ya exchange phone numbers?" Oikawa perks up behind Iwaizumi's shoulder before getting his nose elbowed by him. "Oh? Iwaizumi's gettin' bitches now?" Hanamaki walks over, sliding on his shirt. "I bet'chya it's that new foreign student," Matsukawa laughs, catching the attention of his other volleyball teammates. "The one with the weird accent?" Kindaichi suggests. "The new bug-eyed girl?" "The ugly person?" "There's a foreign student?-" "she sounds weird-" "cute for a foreign girl-"

"Alright! Shut up!" Iwaizumi turns to glare back at his teammates who were silenced. He slips off his shirt, folding it and putting in his bag before attempting to find his other spare. "She's jus' nobody alright?! Me and her are partners for this project, don't get your dicks so pent up in a twist," Iwaizumi grunts at his teammates, slipping his spare shirt on. "So chill the fuck out," he huffs while Oikawa comes up from behind, patting his back. "Hey, we're just joking, Iwa-Chan. It's all good," Oikawa smirks at him and he just sighs.

Joking his ass.

Iwaizumi started to be around you more and talking to you more. The more you were around, the more stares he got. Even his teammates would say some slick shit, no matter how many times he would console them. He seriously didn't want this. He didn't want to deal with it. Fuck, he had to do something.

You were rambling off, standing next to him in front of your lockers as he listened. Or at least he tried listening. He couldn't listen when all these people were staring and whispering behind your back. This seriously gave him a bad look. The school bell rings and you chirp, "looks like class is starting! see-ya, Iwa!" You start to walk away and wave back energetically to the boy who weakly waved back. Well shit.

The school day was over and Iwaizumi was acting really strange lately. You didn't think much of it. That is until you heard familiar voices from the volleyball team in the hallway you were about to turn to. You hear your name come out from one of their mouths, quickly hiding by the wall and tucking your hair behind your ear to hear better.

"You sure you don't have a crush on her?" One scoffs.

"For someone you don't talk so highly about, Iwaizumi, you sure love to hang around her."

You perk up. What were they talking about? Did Iwaizumi say something bad? Something in your gut is telling to run away.

"Fuck no," you hear a gruff voice say. You know that voice. Run.

"I rather fuck a dude than to be around her ass again." Run.

"She seriously gets on my nerves. There's not one time where I don't understand her at all." Fucking run.

"She sounds super weird sometimes. Her accent gives me the fuckin' ick." RUN.

"What about those sweet little texts, Iwa-Chan?" You hear a familiar one say; you think it's the Oikawa dude.

"Oh, that shit?" He scoffs, "please. She texts me non-stop. I'm being real fuckin' generous by even replying to one of them. Plus," you could almost see the smirk plastered on his face in your brain. "I only got her number to get the bomb ass grades that she's got. But if anything, she needs to go back to where she came from." Deep laughter erupts from the group of boys' throats.

You bring up a trembling hand to your mouth and start to dash the way you came from. Fuck, you think. You were never gonna talk to him, ever again.

A few days had passed and you weren't here. Where were you?

"Hey 'Kawa, you seen (Y/N)?" Iwaizumi gently pushes at the brunette's shoulder, rolling his eyes when Oikawa gives him a smirk. "Worried about her, I see?" He smiles triumphantly before that facade quickly gets smacked away by Iwaizumi's hand, a small whine coming from the tall boy. "Answer my question," Iwaizumi taps his foot impatiently. "I don't know! I haven't seen her at all, so I don't know," Oikawa huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. Noted.

Iwaizumi quickly turns around to leave, calls of his name slowly fading away when he walks further down the hallway. And now... He finds himself standing in front of your house. He fiddles with his phone, looking back at your messages.

Haji ♡.

Hey, where r u??

???

Are you sick?

We had notes to take down tdy, want me to send them to you??

Hello?

Are you okay? Did anything happen?

(Y/N)????

Please talk to me.

Come back, please.

(Y/N)?

???

READ 7:02 PM

Well fuck. Either something was wrong at home or he's screwed up. He's screwed up real bad.

He steps onto your porch, his hesitant fist a few centimeters away from your front door. He purses his lips behind his teeth, giving your door a few knocks. Shit, he already regrets this, he thinks. Before he could turn around, the door opens and revealed you. "You," he breathes, shoulders slightly relaxing. You fidget in your spot, eyes looking everywhere but him. His heart twinges at the sight. "Did you... see my messages?" He speaks out. He suddenly feels so small. You nod your head, looking down to your mismatched socks. You both awkwardly stand there in silence just before he speaks up again, "hey so-.. I just wanted to talk.. Is everything.. okay? Like you haven't gone to school or anything and-" "no." Iwaizumi looks up at your face, blinking in surprise, "no?" "No," you say sternly, fists clenching in anger. Uh oh. Yeah, he totally fucked up.

"You... I thought-" you stop speaking when you hear your voice tremble, exhaling heavily through your nose with closed eyes. "I thought.. you liked me," you embarrassingly say, turning away with flushed cheeks. "I thought.. we were friends. I thought we actually got along! I ignored everyone who was talking about me because I had you!" You start to raise your voice which he winces at. You knew about everyone? Yet you never said anything, let alone react. Huh. "I went out to hang out with you! I lied for you- just so you didn't get in trouble! I distanced myself from time to time so no one would talk about YOU! I shared my secrets with you- I-" you look up to Iwaizumi with glossy eyes, tears overwhelmingly pooling at the corners. Iwaizumi looks back at you with a hurt and distraught face. "I trusted you. And to think-" your voice breaks, "to think I even liked you!" You accidentally let out a sob, your hand quick to hover over your mouth.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. What has he done? He was worrying about what his friends thought of him- what everyone would think of him- but what he didn't think about was how you would feel. How you felt. Never has he once asked you about your situation. He just stares at your crying figure. God, were you beautiful. "(Y/N), I-" you cut him off with a teary-eyed glare. "I just... I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I was being selfish, I.. I just wasn't-" he throws his head back when he feels his tears slowly start to come in.

"I like you, (Y/N). Please, forgive me. You don't have to right now, but please. Please do," he shakingly breathes, a tear or two slipping from his eyes. His eyes shoot wide open when he feels your warm hands cup his cheeks, meeting your sad-scrunched up face.

"I am so, so sorry. I like you, I genuinely do. I like you so much," he confesses, looking back at you and stepping closer, analyzing your shocked face. "I like you so much.. But I was so, so, so fucking blind. Whatever you heard me say wasn't true. I was just a scared boy who wanted people to like him. But all this time, I had you," his voice cracks, weakly throwing his hands up towards you. Your face was full of confusion and hurt. "I like you, so so much. I like your accent, y-your Japanese! I like your hair- your skin- your eyes, everything about you, (Y/N). And I'm sorry I made you think otherwise. And I'm sorry I let other people influence me and get in the way of how I feel about you," he shuts his eyes tightly, hanging his head low in shame.

You take a loud sniffle, careful to let out a exhale through your mouth, "I forgive you, Hajime. But it'll take time to gain my trust back again. But," you nearly let out a sob, thumb caressing his cheek bone, "I might move."

His eyes widen. And suddenly, he's pulling you to his embrace, clutching you tightly and caging you with his arms. "Please, no don't- don't go," he whimpers into your ear pathetically. You snake your arms around his neck. "I'll try."

For the rest of week of school, you didn't show up. He was getting really anxious. But other than that, he would literally glare towards people's way whenever he heard your name come out of their mouth. Whether it be a stranger or a friend, a conversation he wasn't involved in, he straight up glares at them.

"Iwaizumi, I thought you didn't like her?" Yahaba suggests, cocking a brow at the spiky haired boy. "Yeah, you were all like 'oh she's so weird! She's so-' OuGh!" Iwaizumi elbows Oikawa right in the stomach, hard. Oikawa hunches over, clutching his stomach, "hey- that really hurt- what's your problem?-"

"My problem? My problem was that I became a fuckin' follower to everybody who was so fixated on talking shit about (Y/N). My problem is that I let it happen! That I said all those awful things about her!" Iwaizumi yells, accidentally... slipping a thing or two out than what was needed. Oikawa looks up at him with a surprised face. Matsukawa and Hanamaki drops a volleyball, letting it roll away as they walk up to him, Matsukawa starts, "yo, are you good?" More teammates look their way. Great, he thinks. What a way to draw attention-

"Hajime?"

His eyes nearly shoot out their sockets and boy he has never turned around so fucking hard in his life. There you were, standing by the doors of the gym, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. You were dressed in casual clothing, cute but casual. You ignore the stares of everyone in the room, staring at Iwaizumi and Iwaizumi alone. "(Y/N).." He croaks out, quickly wiping off his sweat with a towel and runs up to you, encasing you in his sweaty arms and torso.

You squeal, slapping him on the head but you recoil when you feel his sweat.

"Oop," Yahaba narrows his eyes at the sight, his fingertips hovering over his lips. Iwaizumi chuckles and lets go of you, his eyes scanning all over your body. Your cheeks become hot at that. "So it turns out.. I talked to my parents and so.."

"Sooo?" Iwaizumi drags out the 'o', his teammates scooting closer to hear the conversation better. "I'm staying at the school-" "YES!!" He sweeps you up in his arms again, stealing all the hair in your lungs when he bear-hugs you. You let out a light hearted laugh, hugging him back. You didn't care about his sweat at this point.

Oikawa's eyes softened. This was.. really sweet, he thought. Maybe you weren't so bad after all. He guesses it really was wrong to talk about you like that and all. It seems that you make Iwaizumi happy. He smiles and gestures to his other teammates who were thinking the same thing. "Yayyy!" Oikawa skips over to you and Iwaizumi, the other boys following not too far behind.

But, you weren't really fond of everyone there so while they were cheering, you just awkwardly smiled at them.

You and Iwaizumi wall through the school doors, hand in hand.

A girl scrolls through her phone, blowing the gum in her mouth while her self-obsessed friend rants about the 'Oikawa Tooru.' She looks up, gum popping in her face when she catches you and Iwaizumi walking together. She quickly nudges her friend, catching her attention. She darts her gaze towards her friend and you- wait- you?!

You let out a quiet laugh, leaning into Iwaizumi's arm. What the fuck?! Heads turn your way and whispers start but you pay no mind, not when Iwaizumi's there. Not when he's staring at you with such gentleness. Jaws of even more people drops when you and Iwaizumi share a quick but longing kiss, parting ways to go to your classes. Well damn.

While other students whisper behind his back all Iwaizumi can think is how he got so lucky with you.

a/n: I felt really good writing abt this one. I like it :) thank you for the request <3

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[yandere-wishes]

Can't get this thought out of my head!! It's been driving me crazy all night~🌸

Sorry this is so utterly random, but I can't stop thinking about how similar Poison Ivy is to Venus Mcflytrap!! Like yeah I know it's so obvious but it's never occurred to me before.

So I propose this...

Reader who has powers like Venus: Plant mimicry, Chlorokinesis, and has the mind control pollen (guess that makes her like Ivy too).

Reader who has vines growing on her arms and legs that have thorns and roses, reader who just wants to be like her mentor/adopted mother and save the planet from the horrendous humans running it, reader whose hero name is either Flytrap or Blood-Rose (or maybe Ivy has two side kicks who knows)

Now imagine a batboy, I'm thinking either Tim or Jason fall in love with her.

If it's Jason then the reader obviously has a more punk aesthetic, her words and actions are harsh but her heart is made of pure gold. She loudly protests on the streets, vandalizes anything that she deems a hazard to the earth, and isn't afraid of throwing punches when face to face with the defilers of the earth (literally anyone, I'm thinking she would start fights for stepping on flowers, breaking tree branches, mistreating animals even, oh and def littering.) and this is all as a civilian. As a rouge she's unhinged, she lacks her mentor's grace, she goes in monster veins swinging. Ready to break skulls. Maybe she really is more monstrous compared to Ivy who uses seduction as her greatest assist. Reader instead has venus flytraps sprouting from her shoulders/back that she uses as weapons. Her veins and flytraps have given Jason more broken bones than he'd like to admit. Yet somehow he's always sad when the cartilage heels, almost as if it's scrubbing off all traces of her.

If it's Tim then reader is more of a mad scientist, she's always locked up in her room. Coming up with new plants that she finds stunning, and everyone else finds utterly terrifying!! She makes her mother proud by making new planets capable of taking back the earth and planting them where they can do the most harm. Her creations have literally wrecked skyscrapers. I'm thinking she would have roses and thorns sprouting from all over her body. Definitely a bit insecure. Since she's always hidden away. When Tim is tasked with hunting down whoever is behind the new

killer plant attacks. He tracks her to Ivy's hideout. Que a "meet cute" where Tim is trying to bring her to justice and reader is trying to kill him. But she's not good at fighting, she does however end up drawing blood with her thorns!! When it's over Tim has destroyed her lab and new creations and finally gone home. He finds he can't get her out of his head! He thinks it's the pollen, maybe because of her pricking him...but turns out he's really falling in love.

The third option is my favorite trope that I've never really written about (it's coming up in the Catfam series too) but Yandere! Bruce Wayne/Batman falling in love with his rogue's sidekick. Under the pretense of "saving them". He'd end up kidnapping her locking her away in the manner. Ultimate princess treatment only catch is she's tied up and He's found a way to shut off her powers!! 💞💋💞💋💞 utterly obsessed with unhinged Bruce!! Trying to play hero but also so psychotically in love!!

Now because I'm me I have to add in a fourth option of Harvey Dent. I remember shipping him and Ivy as a kid (yes my perspective of love was screwed up even then) So maybe Ivy's little helper developed a crush on Big Bad Harv, one the Harvey wants to use to get back at Ivy with. But her puppy dog crush is so endearing that both sides of him start to get addicted!! She finds him so so beautiful, adores both sides of him. She even decorates his half and half apartment with flowers. Cuter brighter flowers on Harvey's side (sunflowers, orange blossom, sakura) and darker "creepier" things for Harv (Flyraps, black dahlia, thorn veins).

Should I just throw in one for Damian too? Like, remember that one comic where Ivy creates planet children? Maybe she does that and Reader is born. Obviously, she has accelerated growth and the same values and obsessions as her "mother". She's created her to be the ultimate savior to carry on her legacy and succeed. There is so much of her Damian can relate to, so much about her that pricks at his heart when he sees her blooming under the sun. 🥺💋🥺💋. Ivy would totally call her "my sapling" or "my little bloom". Damian hears the nicknames and repeats them much to the reader's surprise and disgust.

Is this anything??