#I'm not such a huge fan of always sleeping alone but it's hard to know what to do about changing that

[opalescent-potato]

aww yeah time to go to bed and get cozy

my own bed, my own pillow pile, my own blanket nest, it's so good

[lucy90712]

New wonder kid- Fermin Lopez

These last few months have been absolutely crazy and there was absolutely no warning or time to prepare. My boyfriend Fermin has played football for his entire life and he has been under Barcelonas academy for a long time as well. Over the preseason he began training with the first team which was a huge achievement for him and I was so incredibly proud but I could never have predicted what it would lead to. Fermin went on the preseason tour expecting to maybe get a few minutes at the end of games which he did but no one expected him to burst onto the scene and play so well. When he scored in the Classico I was so excited and proud of him I couldn't sleep that night. Since preseason Fermin has been with the first team for every game and I've never seen him so motivated every day when he goes to training. 

As much as it has been wonderful to see Fermin finally achieving his dreams all of this has brought about a lot of changes in our lives. The two of us have been together for a long time and him playing football has never really been a big deal sure he has training a lot and I will go to his games but it's never been more than that. Now with the media getting involved things have just spiralled out of control. People are always stopping Fermin in the street and asking him to sign things while he is driving to training. The change happened so quickly it's been hard to keep up let alone to cope with it all. Before we would happily go our together to do things or go on dates just like any other couple but now I'm too scared of what might happen to even go outside with Fermin. 

I have always just been a normal girl I went to school like everyone else and now I am studying at university. There is absolutely nothing interesting about me whatsoever my family don't have loads of money and they don't have hugely important jobs we are all just a normal family. This is why I'm so scared of being seen with my own boyfriend now as I just know people are going to try and find out everything they can about me and judge me for being a normal person. I have also never been a big fan of social media sure I use it occasionally but my life isn't on there so the thought of people possibly taking pictures of me and Fermin out together and putting them on social media scares me as then everything is out of my control. 

With Fermin's new schedule the two of us haven't had as many date nights as we usually would and when we do they are always us just chilling in the apartment together. This has been perfect as it has meant I haven't had to tell Fermin about my stupid fears or have him think I don't want to be with him anymore because I really do. However my luck is running out as recently Fermin has been begging me to go to one of the games and I'm beginning to run out of excuses, saying I have work to do can only get me so far before he starts to get suspicious. There is another home game this weekend which he has been begging me to go to as he scored in the teams last game and he wants me to be there to finally watch him play on the big stage in person. All week I've been telling Fermin that I would try and get my work done in time to be able to go which is just a coverup for me to either gather the confidence or come up with a better excuse, neither of which are going well. 

I had the day off of classes today so I have been working on assignments and just sitting and thinking for most of the day. I finished some of my work and have been chilling on my phone looking at football gossip pages which only makes me more anxious about my situation as I see what fans say about players rumours partners and wonder what they would say about me as I'm not a model like most other girl. Just as I was beginning to go down a deep rabbit hole the door opened and a tired looking Fermin came in. 

"Hi amor how was your day?" I asked 

"It was good but training was long and hard today" he said 

"How about you relax and I make us some dinner, what do you fancy?" I asked 

"Can we just sit for a bit first I've missed spending time with you" he said 

"Of course come and cuddle with me" I smiled opening my arms for him 

He laid down on my chest and I began to run my fingers through his hair which usually relaxes him but I could feel he was still a little tense which meant there was something on his mind still. Fermin is one of those who can worry about a lot of little things thats one of the things we are alike in so overtime I've learnt to know when its something I should be concerned about and when it isn't and this seems like something I should ask about. 

"What's on your mind Fer?" I asked 

"Do you still love me?" He asked right back 

"What of course I do I love you so much why do you ask" I said

"I just feel like you don't want to be around me anymore you used to always come to my games and now I can't get you to even come to one" he said 

"Oh amor I'm sorry if I made you feel like that but the reason is because I'm nervous everyone knows who you are now and thats great but I don't know if I'm comfortable with all the attention it would garner if we went out together" I explained 

"So you still want to go places with me you are just scared" he questioned 

"Yeah I've seen what fans say about all these models other players are dating and I'm just a normal person I'm not anything special so I don't even want to know what they would have to say about me" I said 

"I understand carino but I promise you that no matter what people think I know my feelings for you and nothing will change that I want to show you off and bring you along on this journey too so please come to the game this weekend I promise I'll do everything I can to protect you" he said 

"I trust you so I'll got but I can't promise that I won't be nervous" I laughed 

"I get that but I want you to have fun too" he said 

"I will definitely have fun I always do when watching you" I said

~~~~~~~~~~

Today is finally match day and to be honest I think I'm more nervous than I am excited. This day has been on my mind all week and last night I didn't sleep at all because all I was thinking about was everything that could go wrong today and what people might be saying on social media after the game. I know it's such a stupid thing to worry about and in the grand scheme of things this moment won't matter especially when Fermin is celebrating winning trophies but right now it seems like a big deal. Before Fermin and I got together I was deeply insecure and he has helped me so much and now I'm in a much better place so I really don't want to go back but I can't control the comments and I certainly can't predict how I will cope with them. 

Since he woke up Fermin has been trying to keep me distracted and reassure me that everything will be ok. He is doing everything he can but today he can't beat the demons that still live in the back of my brain. As much as I admired my fears to him I never told Fermin the full extent of my worries as he worries about me enough already and he needs to be focused for the game so I don't want him to have anything extra on his mind. If he knew he'd tell me that he doesn't care and he just wants to help me but I care about him too much to have him stressing about me when I can cope on my own. 

The day felt like it went by at lightening speed and before I knew it Fermin was telling to to get ready as we needed to leave. Once we got in the car Fermin's hand grabbed mine straight away and he held it tightly squeezing it every now and then to reassure me. Most of the drive was fine but as we got close to the training ground there was a lot more fans in the streets who all had their phones out taking pictures and filming. That's when it really hit me that there is no going back now from now on I'll be known as Fermin's girlfriend and some people will actually care about what I do. I could feel myself getting more and more anxious as we got closer to the training centre and there was so many people on the pavements and in the road it was just very overwhelming. 

Finally when the car stopped I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as well as I sigh of relief knowing that the worst part was over. I was so in my own world that I didn't hear Fermin talking to me until he put his hand on my cheek and turned me to face him. For some reason I expected him to be mad at me for not listening or for getting anxious but his expression was soft and his eyes had a loving look in them. 

"Are you ok amor?" He asked 

"I'm ok now that was intense I can't believe you deal with that everyday" I said

"You get used to it but do you promise you are ok" he said 

"Yeah I promise thank you for holding my hand it made it a lot easier" I replied 

With that he got out the car and ran around to open my door for me like he always does so we could head inside before the team head off to the stadium. Fermin got permission from Xavi to let me come on the coach with them because he didn't want me to have to go alone which I'm glad about as having to navigate the stadium on my own sounds stressful. He promised that he wouldn't leave me on my own at any point so when we got inside he text Gavi who was already ready to leave and he waited with me while Fermin got ready himself. I have known Gavi for the longest time but with him playing for the first team I don't get to see him as much as I used to so by actually going places with Fermin I should get to spend more time with some old friends. 

"Good to see you again hermana how have you been? Gavi asked

"I've been good busy with school as usual what about you?" I replied 

"Same as always I'm glad you agreed to come Fermin has been so happy ever since plus its nice to have you around" he said 

"Thats sweet I'm glad he's excited" I smiled thinking about Fermin 

"I know you're nervous but I promise everything will be fine the other girlfriends know you're coming and they can't wait to meet you plus once the fans get to know you there is no way they can hate you and if they do there is something wrong with them" he said 

"Thanks gavi I really appreciate you saying that" I said 

After that Fermin came rushing out and grabbed my hand again so we could get on the bus. The trip luckily wasn't long and once everyone was inside I met all of the other wives and girlfriends who were at the game and we all sat together getting to know each other. The longer I was there the more I began to relax as they have all been through this before and they are all ok and happy in their relationships which made the future seem not so scary. They were all so lovely and made me feel instantly welcome in the group they even added me to their group chat so we could all meet up at some point. 

Before I knew it the game had begun and was over the team win and Fermin scored an important goal. I was so proud of him and I couldn't wait to see him so I rushed down to greet him after he was ready. As soon as I saw him I jumped into his arms which he wasn't expecting but he still managed to catch me and stay on his feet. I don't think either of us could have a bigger smile on our faces even if we wanted to I was so over the moon that he scored and he was so happy he could've done it with me there. Even when he scored he dedicated the goal to me like he always used to which made the moment so special to the point that I didn't care when the camera pointed towards me. I kissed him a few times before he put me down and we made it back outside to team bus so we could finally go home which I can't wait for as it's been a long day.

~~~~~~~~~~

As always Fermin's alarm woke me up even though it's Sunday because he's insane and likes to get up and go to the gym. Usually I go back to sleep straight away especially on a weekend but today I sat up and grabbed my phone because I wanted to look at what was being said after yesterday. I know Fermin posted a picture of us so that any rumours were cleared up straight away but I haven't seen it so I wanted to just look at everything. I had only just unlocked my phone when Fermin came back in from the bathroom and took it right out my hands. 

"Sorry but I think it's best if you don't look at this today" he said 

"I'll be fine I promise" I said trying to convince him to give my phone back 

"Not happening I'm keeping home of this today and you can have it back when things have calmed down tomorrow if anything important happens I will tell you" he said 

"Are things really that bad?" I asked 

"No most comments are nice I just don't want you searching for the few bad comments" he says 

"You know me too well" I laughed 

"How about you come to the gym with me and we spend the day together so you are distracted plus I have missed your cuddles" he said 

"I very much like that idea" I replied 

[miniwheat77]

Close. Pt.1 (Captain Price x Reader)

!NSFW, Smut, Age Gap, virgin reader, fingering, mentions of death, violence, alcohol, !MINORS DNI!

(Summary): Reader gets left alone with Captain Price for a few months. How long can he spend alone with her before he caves?

Part 2 here

You can't remember the last time you had felt at peace with yourself. It's not that you were unhappy or anything, just uncomfortable in your own skin.

You've just turned 18, have no real life plans, you and your dad are constantly at each other's throats. It's a shit show for now, but you know it won't be forever. Your dad is in the military and he is very stern with you. He wants everything to look perfect and sometimes you just can't manage that. Your mum had passed away and he was all you had left as none of your other family really cared too much to stay in contact with you after she had died.

Your dad was due to be coming home soon and he expected the house to be spotless when he came home, which you had scrubbed the entire thing head to toe. Even going as far to dust off ceiling fans and light fixtures.

You had mentioned a couple times to him about moving out, but he'd flipped out on you. You're sure it wasn't anything personal, more or less just him being scared to lose you too.

He took it very hard when your mum passed away. He couldn't function for some time afterward. You and him fought like crazy because he seemed to take his sadness out on you. You didn't appreciate it and were going through it just as bad as he was. When she passed away, it meant you were alone while he was deployed. You had nobody to rely on when he wasn't there. You had no one but yourself 10/12 months a year.

"Y/N, you remember Captain Price?" he says to you over the phone. Your stomach falling slightly. "Of course I do, why?"

His name alone causes your hair to stand up. He was around a lot when you were a kid, your dad had gotten stationed alongside him in Britain and brought you and your mom to live there with him for a few months. During that time, you ended up spending a good majority of time with Captain Price, considering your home life wasn't so good. From about 8-10 you were with him. You had a huge crush on Captain Price. You had only just come to terms with the fact that you and him would never be anything, and your dad comes to lay this on you.

"He's coming to stay with me on the base for a few months, he'll be staying in our guest room. Is that okay?" he asks. "oh uh.. of course. Why wouldn't it be?" you laugh the nervousness in your voice off. "I'm sure he will be grateful we're having him, but make sure the house is clean for my return please, sweet pea?"

"Course dad." he laughs into the phone. "You always sound so unamused. When did you grow up and stop being my little girl ah?" he slurs his words. You can't help but roll your eyes. You hadn't realized he'd been drinking before. "Get some sleep dad. I'll talk to you tomorrow night." You laugh, hanging up the phone. You looked around the house, it was spotless, just like he'd asked. You made your way up the large staircase. Your dad made a fair amount of money and provided you with everything you needed and more. He had a nice house, and everything. But you didn't like to take his money. You slipped your hand over the oak railing, frowning to yourself. It was so lonely here without your mum. You hated being here alone.

---

"Hey. I've some bad news." Is the first thing you hear from your dads mouth a couple days later. "What?" you ask. "My contract extended another 6 months. But John has already gotten his plane ticket and can't get it refunded. It'll be just you and him for a while. Is that okay?"

You think to yourself. Alone? In a big house? With the finest man you've ever laid eyes on?

"Of course it's okay. It's not like I haven't done it before. No reason he shouldn't be able to check the base here out." You smile into the phone. "Oh good. I'm glad you're such a good sport Y/N." Your dad chuckles over the phone. "I'll ask him to keep an eye on you, yeah?" He laughs. "Yeah right. I've been here alone for like 10 months and I've done just fine." You roll your eyes, he can't see it obviously. "I'm sorry honey. But you know how this is."

"Yeah. I know. But it'll be alright. You'll be home before you know it."

---

When that Friday came, you had to pick John up from the airport, it was the plan from the beginning as you were supposed to pick your dad up as well. You couldn't help but be a little sad that your dad wouldn't be coming home. He was really all you had left.

You don't know what you would do if you didn't have him.

You had to be awake at 5am to go get John, you weren't happy about it. But thankfully, it was a warm summer night.

You had on a t-shirt and some shorts, not really thinking about how you looked in front of John. You were a little too tired to even think straight. You waited inside the airport by where the baggage claim was. You're sitting in a chair in the small waiting area. Pretty soon, you make eye contact with him, and he looks just as good as he did when you were younger. The same facial hair, same kind of uniform. Everything.

You send a smile his way and his eyes widen. "Good god. You're a woman." He laughs, pulling you into a hug. "What?" You laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist. "The last time I seen you, you were just a little girl." He laughs, pulling away. You missed his accent. He grasps his bag. "Yeah, was a long time ago." You blush. You make your way out to your car together, it was parked right at the entrance. "It's just crazy." He stares you up and down. "Although... are you in pajamas?" he says in confusion as you pass him to walk around the car. He climbs into your passenger seat. "Uhhh. Perhaps." You smile. He makes a "tsk" sound, shaking his head. "Didn't your dad always teach you to be prepared?" You reach in front of him, opening the glovebox. Inside was a gun your dad made you carry. "Jesus. I meant.. If your car breaks down or something."

"Bold of you to assume I can't change a tire in pajamas."

"You are definitely your fathers daughter." He laughs. He hears the song on in the car, and he smiles, reaching for the dial to turn the sound up. "Your playlist?" You roll your eyes. "Always." he laughs. "Man.. 20 year old me would've killed to be with a girl like you."

What's stopping you now?

You have to shake the thoughts from your head. "Yeah, show me a picture of you at 20." You laugh. He thinks to himself. "I don't even know if I have one." you lick your lips. "Suppose they didn't have cameras in the 1800's ah?" You smirk. He narrows his eyes. "Ha Ha. You're hilarious." He rolls his eyes. You laugh. "Now I'm gonna look for one." He slides his phone out.

When you arrive at your house, he grasps his bag out of the back and you both make your way for the front door. You unlock it and hold the door open for John. "Come on, guest room is this way." You walk down the hallway. He follows you and you open up the door for him. "Goddamn, when your dad said you had a spare room I didn't think he meant in a damn mansion." He laughs. "Yeah, it's a little extreme for 2 people." You laugh. You leave him to unpack his stuff.

"I found a picture of me when I was in my 20's." He laughs. You're sitting on your couch and he's walking up behind it from the hallway. "Show me." You smirk. He holds the phone in front of your face. "Holy shit." You laugh. "What?" he laughs. "If only you weren't 20 years younger." You smirk. He freezes up. "Yeah right, I was way out of your league." He brushes off your comment. "I just wanna know what happened?" You smirk. He narrows his eyes. "I got more attractive that's what happened." He crosses his arms. "Mhmmmm."

You were really good at getting under his skin for some reason.

---

He almost couldn't take the torture. He'd been here for a week so far and was struggling.

You walking around in nothing but shorts and tank tops, back talking him with those pretty lips.

You thought for sure he didn't have any feelings for you, but you didn't realize just how close you were to cracking him. He waits for you to get back from a friends house. Sitting at a stool at the countertop in the massive kitchen. He'd gone out and bought a good bottle of scotch, and maybe he'd had little too much to drink.

When you finally come in, you step inside. Walking into the kitchen after you'd kicked your shoes off. He noticed you had a messenger bag with black fabric peeking out. He knows exactly what you were out doing.

"Kinda late ah?" He smirks, startling you. "Jesus Christ!" you hold your hand over your heart. "Why are you just sitting there like that?" you sigh. "Come sit sweetheart. You ever had scotch before?" you swallow hard. "Uh.. no. Have you met my dad?"

He's got an evil grin on his lips. "Well. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. I mean, you weren't really at a friends house were you? I can see the dress sticking out of the bag. I'm sure he wouldn't have allowed that either." He smirks. "Well. It was a waste of time anyways." You laugh. He pours a small amount into another glass, sliding it over to you. You pick it up and put your lips to the glass and he smiles, watching you try it. Your nose immediately scrunches up and you cringe. He laughs a little too hard. "Maybe scotch shouldn't have been your first drink." You laugh. "It's fine."

"Why was the party a bust hm?" He asks. "I just don't fit in. At all." You look down at the countertop. "How's that?" You smile. "Since I've been so sheltered, bounced back and fourth. I don't really know how to fit in with people my age. They all wanna get drunk and party. I just decided to leave early because spending time with you sounded like way more fun." You laugh.

"But I suppose you probably don't see it. You probably just see me as some kid." He smiles down at the countertop. "Of course I do. I was there, watching you grow for a couple years there. I'll always see you that way." He laughs. "Exactly." He could sense the annoyance in your voice. "Y/N, what's going on hm? You've been acting weird for the last couple days." He grasps your shoulder to make you look at him, he looks you in the eyes. You pause for a minute. You lean forward, making possibly the biggest mistake you'll ever make. You plant your lips right onto his, and he draws back immediately. "Woah." He pushes you back by your hips. "Y/N.. I'm sorry. I can't kiss you like that. I can't-" you stand up from the stool, "no.. I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me." You shake your head. "It's okay. I..." He stands up, brushing his hands off on his jeans. You quickly make your way for your room. Humiliated. He sighs as he sits back down at the countertop.

---

When he wakes up the next morning, he hears nothing but silence and his head pounding. He definitely had too much to drink the night before. But not enough to forget what happened. When he walks around the house, you’re nowhere to be found. Probably off to school already. He lets out a groan as his phone begins ringing. His head already throbbing.

“Hello?” He asks into the phone. “Hey John.” He hears your dads voice, his stomach falling a little.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Y/N got into a scuffle at school this morning, she’s getting dropped off by her counselor. You mind keeping an eye on her for me?”

“Yeah no problem. And.. a scuffle?”

“I guess some dumb kid was being mean to her. Hurt her wrist pretty bad.” John thinks for a second. “You make it sound like it was a boy.” He laughs.

“From what I understand it was.” John’s face falls immediately. “It’s been going on for some time now, I was gonna take care of it when I got back but.. I got an extension.”

“I might be able to talk to the school about it, if you want.” He offers. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.” He says. “It’s no problem. I’ll take good care of her, don’t you worry.”

John hears the front door open, and makes his way out from the kitchen. Your counselor is helping you inside. “What the hell happened?” He asks. John finds it a little weird that your counselor is a middle aged man, and was alone with you while you were completely inebriated. “Well..” he sighs. “A boy at her school was being a little mean. I guess they kinda got into a little bit of a tussle, he slammed her hand in her locker.”

That explains the wrap around your wrist.

“He said something about her mom, so Y/N just.. attacked him. They had to sedate her to get her to calm down. She’s coming down from it, but she’ll be alright.”

John nods his head. “Who are you? If you don’t mind me asking?” He asks John. “I’m Captain John Price. I’m looking after Y/N until her dad gets back from deployment.” Her counselor nods his head. “Well. This is going to go under investigation. I’ll be surprised if Y/N is allowed back after this.” He narrows his eyes. “That boy slammed her hand in a locker, and made a comment about her dead mother. If I were her, I’d have attacked him too.” He crosses his arms. “Yeah.. but it’s not up to me or you. It’s up to the school.”

John laughs. “Thanks for bringing her home. But if you’ll excuse us.” John says.

After saying goodbye, he leaves.

John sits on the coffee table, placing his hands on your knees. “Are you okay?”

You’re really quiet. You nod your head. You look drowsy. “Don’t lie to me.” He says sternly.

You shake your head no. He brushes hair out of your face. Watching you blink, the tiredness so apparent in your eyes. “You’ll be alright.” He flattens your hair with his hand, running it over and over again. He’s trying to calm you.

“I’m..” your voice cracks a little and your speech is slurring. “I’m sorry that I tried to kiss you.” You look up at him. He sits up from the coffee table, sitting next to you. “It’s fine, it.. was a crazy night. Let’s not worry about that though.” He pulls you into his side. You rest your head on his shoulder. “Who is this boy and why is he fucking with you?” He asks. “I don’t really know, he just started doing it one day and went with it.” Your voice slurs slightly. “Hm..”

“Everyone says he has a crush on me. That’s why he does it,” you laugh. “Yeah, that’s no excuse to do what he did.”

“And he’s really ugly.” He laughs a little harder than he should. “You’re so innocent. It’s so cute.” He smiles. Your heart aches in your chest.

So close, yet so far out of your reach. “Here. You get some sleep okay?” He covers you up with a blanket, standing up. You turn your head to the side, laying on the couch. He watches your eyes close, your body relaxing. He picks up his phone, disappearing into the other room.

—

When you wake up, you’re confused. It takes a few minutes until everything comes back to you. A yawn leaves your lips and you stand up, going up the stairs. You don’t see John anywhere around. You change your clothes into something more comfortable. You look at yourself in the mirror. The embarrassment from the night before still fresh in your brain. “Y/N?” You hear John calling for you. You quickly finish what you’re doing, going down the stairs.

“I took care of everything.” You frown, “what do you mean?” He lifts up a stack of papers. “You’re on a 2 week mandatory suspension, but I took care of the rest.” He smiles. “What did you do?”

“I just went down there, talked to your school. Seen the kid so I talked to him too. I could tell it was him because of the scratches and stuff all over his face. Has a hell of a shiner." He smiles.

“Oh god…” you cross your arms. “What did you say to him?” He laughs. “Don’t worry about it.”

You knew he probably threatened the boy to get him to back off of you. “He’s a little prick but he should leave you alone.”

He laughs. “Thank you, John. I appreciate it.” He nods his head. “It’s nothing. You feeling better?” He asks. You follow him into the kitchen, “I’m fine.” You grasp a water bottle out of the refrigerator, passing him one too. “So.. about your counselor..” he trails off. “What about him?” John shakes his head. “Just seems weird that he’s alone with you. Like that.” He pauses to take a drink out of the water bottle. “I’m alone with you.” You pull a stool out from the counter, hopping up onto it. He does the same, sitting next to you.

“Yeah but that’s different. I’m a family friend.” You laugh. “He’s just there to make sure I’m good at school.” John nods his head. “I only have like 3 more months of school left.” He nods his head. “That’s good, cause that guy gave me the creeps.”

“He probably thought the same about you.” He rolls his eyes. “I can’t be that creepy, you tried to kiss me.” He smirks. “Oh god.” You cover your face. He laughs. “Do you like me or.. was it just.. heat of the moment thing?” You look up at him. “Heat of the moment.” You lie, rolling your eyes. “For a Captain you sure are soft.” You glance at his hands, hoping he doesn’t catch it as you adjust yourself in your seat awkwardly. Even his hands had your attention. “I’m soft toward you. I’m only harsh when I need to be.” He shrugs. “So what, I’m the only person you’re soft towards? Why?”

“I don’t know.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Yes you do.”

“I just figure your dad is probably already pretty hard on you. I mean I heard some of the screaming matches you two had.” You nod your head. You laugh. “Yeah. It was pretty ugly.” He smiles. “Plus maybe I just have a soft spot for you, what’s wrong with that?” He smiles. Giving you a playful shove. No matter what, he thought of you as a kid. A little girl he watched grow. You hated it. It unsettled you to no end that he’d never see you the way you seen him. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” He asks. You shoot a smile his way. “That’s classified.” You roll your eyes. “Oh come on. Tell me, there’s gotta be a reason.” He smiles. “Okay. Why don’t you have a wife?” You ask, tilting your head and leaning back in your chair. He smiles. “I don’t like the games you’re playing.” He laughs. You bite your bottom lip. “I don’t have a wife because the one long term relationship I was in, ended pretty badly.” He says. “There, now you tell me.”

“I don’t like guys my age.” He looks confused for a minute. “What do you mean?”

“Guys my age are immature and stupid. I don’t like it.”

“So.. what? You think men in their 20’s have that figured out?”

“No.” He looks even more confused. “Men in their 30’s and 40’s might though.” His eyes widen. “I-“ he pauses for a second. “For your sake, I hope your dad never finds that information out.”

“Me too.” You laugh.

“You have to be careful, Y/N.” He looks down. “Older men.. they just wanna use you and take advantage of you.”

“I know.”

He freezes up. “How do you know that? Have you been with an older man before?” He sits up straight in his chair, a laugh spills it’s way from your mouth. “Relax, I’ve never been with anyone before.”

He relaxes. “Wait.. anyone? Like ever? You’ve never had a boyfriend?”

“I went on one date. And it did not end well.”

He laughs. “Thank god. You’re still innocent.” He smiles.

You roll your eyes. “You have no idea, Captain Price.” You smirk.

“I hope you never date anyone. Ever.” You tilt your head back with a laugh. “Why’s that?”

“Cause the thought of you with another guy. Your age, older, or not. Makes me cringe.”

“Why? I’m not your daughter.”

“Yeah, but I was there with you. I pretty much raised you for two entire years cause you wouldn’t leave my house.” He laughs. “You offered.” You scoff. “I know. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Your parents were fighting a lot, I didn’t mind having you around.” He laughs. “I guess I just have such a pure image of you in my head that I hate the thought of some dumbass guy ruining it.”

“I want a family. So.. I hate to tarnish that little pure girl in your mind but I’ll have sex, get married, and have kids at some point.” He cringes as you say it. “Hopefully not in that order.” He laughs.

“Definitely in that order.”

“Ah god I don’t wanna think about that.” He scrunches his face up in disgust. “You’re still young, you have so much time to think about that bullshit. Enjoy it while you have it.” You sit up slightly in the stool you’d sat on. “You’re gonna tell me you don’t have sex?” You laugh. “Not in a long damn time, no.”

“Exactly, that constant need you feel? You aren’t the only one who feels that.” You laugh. “Here.” He slides his cup toward you. He’d filled it with Scotch at some point. “It helps take that feeling away. Just plug your nose.” You roll your eyes, tipping it back. Flinching much less than you had the night before. “You know my dad would be pissed if he found out you were letting me drink.”

“Yeah, but you’re a secretive little thing so I’m not too worried.” You smile.

—

A few hours later, you’re sitting on the couch. He’s next to you trying to play a video game but it’s only pissing him off. You’re drunk, staring at the screen, laughing as he raged. “What the fuck is this? My teammates suck!” You roll your eyes. “Yeah? You sure it’s the teammates and not you?” You laugh.

“Ha Ha. I’m at the top of the scoreboard. And I have the best KD of everyone.” He rolls his eyes. You smirk. “I don’t like your attitude.” He sets the controller down. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” You cross your arms, challenging him. “Oh. Babygirl those are fighting words. You better quit while you’re ahead.”

“Make me.”

He stands up, “alright. But I warned you.” He smiles, an evil smile. He grasps your legs pulling you down, beginning to tickle at your sides. You squirm hard, laughter beginning to spill out of your lips. He leans down on top of you on the couch, straddling your hips to hold you down. “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” You cry out. “Say "I’m sorry for disobeying Captain Price!” He smirks, sliding his tongue along his teeth. “I’m sorry for disobeying Captain Price!” You cry it out as loud as you can. He draws his hands back, laughing as you came down. Your stomach hurt from laughing so hard.

Once you had stilled, his smile falters and he’s looking down at you. His eyes flashing to your lips and than back to your eyes. He swallows hard. You can see it in his eyes he’s weighing out the pros and cons of kissing you. He shakes his head, sitting up and moving away from you. “There.” He smiles. “Now watch me kick some ass.” He picks up the controller and you sit up.

What was that?

You know now, he’s thought about it.

When he loses another round, he rage quits and sets the controller down.

He leans back onto the couch, propping one foot up on the coffee table. “Earlier.” He grasps your attention. “You said you went on a date and it didn’t end well, what happened?”

You look down. “Uh.. this guy was bugging me for a while to go out with him. Like.. following me around in school, following me to my car afterward. Constantly messaging me. So I finally gave in and he just said a bunch of gross shit to me.” You laugh awkwardly. “What did he say?” You look down. “He said um.. that.. oh god,” your face heats up and he can tell you’re getting embarrassed. “He said.. stuff about my body. Like.. maybe if I ate less my thighs wouldn’t be so big because he didn’t like it.” You take a deep breath, John raising his eyebrows. “I told him I wasn’t interested in having sex or anything like that because I was a virgin. And he told me ‘if he doesn’t put it all the way in, it doesn’t count’ and.. just always said stuff about stretch marks and stuff.” John shakes his head. “I see what you mean, about boys your age. Because everything he hates? I fuckin love. Thighs?” He rolls his eyes back with a groan. “He’s an idiot and you shouldn’t listen to him.” You laugh. “I didn’t. I went on one “date” and that was it. Ignored him after that.” He smiles. “So.. you’ve.. never had sex. But. Have you ever been touched? Like at all?”

You shake your head, crimson creeping up onto your cheeks. He runs his fingers over his facial hair. “Have you ever wanted to?” He leans back into the couch, tapping on the beer bottle he had in his hand. “Of course I have.” You roll your eyes. “But.. I don’t even know how to do it myself.” You laugh. You're holding a beer bottle as well. Holding it between your thighs. “What do you mean, you don’t touch yourself?” You look down. “I.. have tried. It just.. doesn’t feel all that good I guess.”

He chews on his lip, creating an awkward silence for around a minute.

“I could show you, if you want.” He finally says it.

Your stomach falls. And you look up at him, those wide innocent eyes. And he knows he’s probably gonna regret this. You’re young and innocent and he was there when you were a kid. But again, you were 18, sexy. And you wanted him, he could tell.

“I.. I guess?” You say skeptically. You take in a sharp breath when he stands up. Is he joking? “C'mere.” He grasps your ankles, much like he had done when he was tickling you. He pulls you down onto the couch again. You set down the beer bottle and lay back. “Relax. I’ll stop if you want me to okay?”

You nod your head, staring up at him. That same sense of innocence in your eyes. He breathes out. “I shouldn’t do this, should I?” He breathes. “Probably not..” You trail off.

“I’m.. just showing you. Yeah?” You nod your head. "Nothing more." He says. "Yeah... Nothing more." you repeat, a little quieter than he had said.

You wanted him to touch you so badly you’d tell him anything he wanted to hear. He loops his fingers over the waistband of your shorts, panties too. Pulling them down your legs. He swallows hard as he finally sees all of you. “Do.. you have any toys you like to use? Or have tried?”

You shake your head. “Have.. you ever.. had anything inside of you?”

Once again, shaking your head no. “Okay. Just relax for me?” He slides his hand up onto your thigh, moving it higher. His gentle touch on your skin has your cheeks heating up, your face feels like it’s on fire. Where his skin touches your own, burns. It’s almost too much to take. All of those years yearning for his touch, his attention. And you were finally getting it. He runs his finger up your slit and a gasp leaves your lips as he rests it on your clit, drawing small circles into it. You squirm immediately, and he smiles to himself. “You’ve not done much huh? So sensitive…” he breathes out.

There was this part of him that wanted to preserve your innocence. Wanted to pull away, apologize and walk away. And than, there was a devil on his shoulder chanting for him to go further. To take your virginity and fill you completely full of his cum right where you laid, to taint every last bit of innocence left inside of you. Leave you full and wanting more.

He wanted you to taste him on your tongue every time you thought about him. His bitterness. He had an internal debate as you squirmed at his touch. So sweet. It was like dangling a piece of meat in front of a lion, you didn’t see it. Didn’t know what he was capable of doing to you. He breathes out, trying to hold back. You didn’t know any of this, because he was gentle with you. Hid all of the evil parts about himself from you, especially the one that thought about burying his face between your thighs as soon as he seen you at the airport, all grown up. He lifts your leg up, moving himself closer between them. Resting it in his lap. He lets out a deep chuckle. “Just relax for me sweetheart. You’re too tense.” His voice is deep and it’s a voice you’d never heard from him before. “Just focus on what I’m doing to you okay?” You nod your head, staring down to where he was touching you.

You’re watching, lips parted. You’re completely mesmerized and you’re holding back. He doesn’t like that you’re holding back. He starts to rub faster, drawing pants from your lips. You’re getting wet, which is what he wants. “M’gonna try something, okay?” You nod your head. He slides his finger over your entrance, gathering your wetness on it. He starts drawing circles over your entrance, and you’re confused. It feels good but it’s not anything like him rubbing at your nub. A gasp leaves your lips as he presses it into you, and he could feel you stretching around his finger. Just one finger and you were this tight. You lift your hips into his touch, your eyes screwing shut. “Does it hurt?” You shake your head. Once he feels like you’re wet enough, he tries to slowly add a second finger but a hiss leaves your lips and you move back slightly. “Sorry love..” he chuckles. “It’s.. it’s okay.”

“You’re so tight..” he breathes. His cock throbs uncomfortably against his jeans. He palms himself slightly when he knows you’re not looking. “Is.. is that bad?”

“No sweetheart. Well.. it just means. It’ll hurt more when you.. have sex for the first time.” He mumbles. “Because.. most likely. You’ll be dealing with something bigger than a couple fingers.” He pumps his finger a little faster. “Can you.. try to add another finger?” He bites his lip. Keeping his eyes from rolling back. “It’s gonna hurt.”

“That’s okay.”

He slides his finger out of you, watching you blush as he puts them in his mouth to wet them down further with his saliva. You thought he was oblivious to the fact that he’d just tasted your arousal, but he wasn’t. You tasted sweet and he loved it. He wanted more. Wanted to bury his face into you until you screamed.

He slides the first finger inside of you and once he thought you were ready, he lined the second up. You grasp the hem of your own shirt tightly, closing your eyes. He goes as slow as he can, pushing his finger into you. Your body has so much resistance and he sees you flinch as he pushes it in further and further. When he finally reaches his knuckle, the tightness around his fingers has him so on edge he could barely take it. He wants to feel you clench this tight around his cock more than he could put into words. He draws it back, pushing it back inside of you until they moved comfortably. You unintentionally spread your legs further for him, and he grits his teeth. You were so comfortable with him touching you.

“John..” a whimper falls from your lips and his stomach falls, his cock throbbing hard. He wants to get up and yell, the feeling in his chest that he has is too much to bare. The way you moan his name makes him wanna climb on top of you and fuck you until you forget his name. He breathes out. Closing his eyes, still moving his fingers into you. “I want you to do it.” He draws his hand back. You look at him. “Here.” He grasps your hand. Moving it to your soaked opening, “try one finger,” you nod your head, swallowing hard as you tried to push it into yourself. Once you did, your body relaxes. “That’s it. That’s a good girl. Just like that.” He smiles, watching the way you pumped your fingers fast into yourself. Struggling to hold back your moans. He could tell you were still desperate. His fingers were larger and he was better. So he moves your hand again, replacing your fingers with his own. Pumping them at a steady pace. Listening to the wet sounds his fingers moving inside of you made. The longer he did it, the louder you got. Moaning and whimpering his name. You looked down, beads of sweat forming in your face as you clutched the couch, trying desperately to hold still. “John-“ you gasp out. “It.. it feels weird.” You buck your hips into him, thighs clenching up tightly. “Relax, you’re getting close.” He sits up on his knees, moving himself between your legs. When he leans over you, you grasp his shirt with a death grip and he can't help but smile. “Look at me.” He leans down, holding himself up with one hand that was by your head, his other not stopping for even a second. He curls his finger up into your spongy spot, cries leaving your lips, tears streaming down your face at how overwhelmed you were because of him. He chuckles when he sees them. “So worked up..” he mumbles. He leans down, you silence yourself as you look him in the eyes, his lips only centimeters from your own. “Cum for me.” He whispers. “Give yourself to me, Y/N.” You bite your lip, he has you right on the edge.

He leans down, lips brushing against yours. He thinks about if he should do it or not, but it’s already past a simple kiss. So he leans into you, lips crushing against your own. Moving against each other in desperation and need. He pulls away when he feels your hips buck, pressing his forehead to yours, his cheek brushes against yours and he can feel your tears smearing onto his cheek. He wanted to hear that sweet cry you’re going to let out when he makes you cum.

“I- I-“ a mewl leaves your lips and you clutch onto his shirt tightly as you reach your high, eyes rolling back and clenching shut, gasps leaving your lips and your hips jerk as he rubs your sensitive nub with his thumb, pumping his fingers into you still. You squirm, grasping his hand and trying to stop him. He finally draws his hand away, webs of your wetness coat his fingers and you blush once more as he places them against his tongue, closing his lips around them and sucking them clean of your sweetness. He leans down again, pressing his lips to yours and kissing you with as much passion as he did before. When he pulls away a final time, his phone ringing brings him away from you. "Hold on." He sits up looking at it. "It's your dad, I gotta take this." He says, a little nervous as he answers the phone.

[imjustrando]

THEY ALL NOW, CHRISTMAS EDITION

What my AU does now for Christmas.

I'm okay - Marble Hornets Au

TIMOTHY "TIM" WRIGHT

Tim honestly never did much on his own. He would watch a Christmas Special if there was one he found interesting (cartoons) but otherwise he treated it like any other time of year.

He goes to Brian's to celebrate. Brian's family met him pretty early on when they met so they aren't opposed to him coming down with Brian to their gatherings.

He watches any kids at Brian's family gatherings, he keeps them entertained while people cook and he'll clean after the kid's messes. It only makes Brian's family like him more.

He has a habit of sleeping in front of a fan no matter what so he just throws on extra covers if he's cold.

JAHATH "MASKY" WRIGHT

Jahath doesn't really understand Christmas joy no matter how hard it tries, they always seem a little more gloomy around this time of year.

If Jahath switches in while they are at Brian's house they immediately go to Brian and try and get his attention. They mostly stay close to Brian but will let kids hug him or show him stuff. Brian's family doesn't know about Jahath too much, they know he exists just nothing else.

Jahath just wants to fall asleep next to someone at the end of the day, Jay, Brian, Aaron, really anyone he cares about.

BRIAN THOMAS

Brian loves Christmas.

He loves to go look at the lights, he'll drag Jay around sometimes just so they'll go see lights together. Tim always passes out before Brian wants to stop looking so he normally is allowed to skip this.

He does not like stuffing for some reason, he will decline politely if anyone offers but he will dig into turkey if his family makes it.

He will make some of his own decorations if he has time, including stars into almost everything he does.

Brian gives the best presents, he makes sure to see what his friends want but never flat out asks them so they don't know exactly what he'll get them. Once Brian got Jay a huge box full of different types of just add water foods that he had said he had been craving.

AARON "HOODIE" THOMAS

Aaron always wants to avoid talking to people, it's not that he's shy or anything he just doesn't like company, so he doesn't fancy many holidays especially when he has to go to other people's houses.

If Jahath is fronting while Aaron is there they are both most likely curled up in a corner together either watching the cartoons the kids put on or attempting to sleep. He likes holding Jahath a lot when he's there, it keeps him grounded.

Aaron likes to go see the lights and wrap presents (which he hates picking). He also likes stuffing unlike Brian.

JAY MERRICK

Jay likes the holidays a LOT they normally mean a break for him.

He doesn't go spend time with his family often because of how they treat him. They don't like the career path he took, he is almost disowned from his family only his sister (Luna) reaches out to him.

Jay'll sometimes tag along with Brian and Tim when they go to Brian's house, but he doesn't go every holiday so if he went for thanksgiving he most likely won't go for Christmas.

He helps to cook when he's there.

ALEX KRAILE

Alex watches over the others he tags along behind, out of their sight. Somehow never getting caught, or so he thinks.

He celebrates stays alone, he doesn't need anything fancy it's just another day. Thats what he tries to convince himself at least.

Not for long though.

Everyone had decided to go to Brian's reunion this year, they were the only one with positive connections to their family still anyways. They accepted them all in and they had always brought something in so it didn't make much of a difference anyways.

"Did you see Kraile too?" Aaron scribbled down into a little sketchpad before handing it off to Jay, he only nodded before moving to go help everyone in the kitchen. Aaron didn't seem at ease with the idea that Alex could be following them, he didn't know why though.

Tim had been fronting but he didn't want to interact with the kids yet, him having a pounding headache, he only dragged Aaron to the corner pulling him down so they would lay down and layed on them.

Everyone had been having a good time this year, nothing was admiss. Then there was a knock on the door, everyone they knew was here so who was at the door. Jay eventually grabbed it no one else paying attention gasping when he saw Alex. He motioned for the others to come here trying to catch their attention though it seemed futile.

"What is it?" Jay eventually said his throat dry. "Can we talk." Alex asked.

They talked for a while after that Jay had stepped out just to talk with him before inviting him in and finally retrieving the attention of the others.

"Tim, Aaron, Alex is here say hi." He halfway mumbled, everyone else paying them no mind.

"What?"

[inchidentally]

I'm sorry to bombard you like this, but you're like a therapist. So I want this winter break to end as soon as possible. Because seeing how many fans of different drivers enjoy fresh content, Oscar fans suffer a little. I mean, I should be used to it because I've been a Sebastian fan for the last 16 years and it's not news to me that someone disappears during the winter break. But it's different with Oscar and I feel a little sad about it. Well. I'm almost 27 years old and I miss a guy who doesn't know me. Can you write me something comforting? Thank you in advance! <3

don't apologize anon!! but let me just say I'm not remotely qualified as a therapist and could probably do with a second one for myself but I will absolutely try to offer comfort <3<3

ohhhh dude as someone who is only just now learning abt Seb in a fandom way I know you've already had it tough bc not only is that man charismatic and hilarious and beautiful he's also SO private. Oscar at least is so lowkey even in media engagement that it's not a huge surprise when he doesn't show up otherwise. but there's a reason I tag Seb "sun king". dude shines brighter than the screens behind a podium when he shows up. I don't know if I believe the rumors of him returning to F1 at all but I do think he's going to get back into a more public facing position at some point (and likely get back into racing in some capacity).

I think w Oscar what's been getting me is how excavation is the best way to get to know him and acquire content rather than relying on regular updates. I wish we had those too or at least the content from fans recognizing him - and maybe that will happen more w time. but I'm much more a feelings person than a fan person and Oscar's just really worked his pale little hands into my heart ??

I always felt like the intensity in his eyes when he looks at certain friends just had to have something behind it than that being his resting face. bc his resting face is basically 'please let me sleep sitting up' asgfaslglfsa. but the way he looks at Logan and Lando is so similar and the more I learn about loscar lore the more I realize I'm not just seeing things with him and Lando. it's not at all the same relationship but it's coming from the same place for Oscar in terms of his qualities as a person.

bc pre-F1 Oscar was wayyyy more open and expressive about his competitiveness and his celebrations etc - just overall way more open in general. so the amount that he kept checking in on Logan and making sure he was included over all the years they've been boys and young men from karting to F1… idk man that's extremely special and unusual coming from a privileged kid in a male dominated environment where the one goal is for the individual to win. sure, plenty of guys form strong friendships in those years and a lot of them had to leave home young to pursue racing beyond the karting level.

but for Oscar to not only have lived alone in the UK from age 14 and be in that environment and to be as motivated and hungry as he was it just says so much that he's still close with all the guys from his boarding school (where he had an attendance of under 40% !!) and that he's kept Logan close this whole time. esp after reading the Player's Tribune article about him we know that Logan's got a soft heart and that he's a "worrier" and just how hard it hit when his own family left him to return to the US. he often felt like an outsider and like, Oscar being the same age and being even further from his own family but some part of him still said to latch onto this American kid in particular. they were literally directly competing but Logan's even confirmed how it never affected their friendship. including Oscar interrupting a major victory for himself bc it was marked by Logan crashing out early and rushing to console Logan in person !! that's so unbelievably tender ?? winning these series' is the one thing in the world these boys want when they compete - but Oscar's thinking about his friend right when he wins ;__; kinda makes you think about how Oscar didn't spend one second celebrating as much as he rightly could have over that sprint win and consciously avoided bringing it up so often that Lando does it for him ;__;

and when the rest of the F1 grid is name dropping the right guys for fans to go crazy when it comes to quiz questions etc, Oscar goes right to Logan and Zhou bc he's actually known them the longest. and whenever there's the drivers parade or anything that brings the teams together, he's seeking those two out. when you consider the huge divide that formed when Oscar got the McLaren updates and especially after the sprint win he technically was in the company of all those guys at the front of the grid socially. he started getting those coveted fist bumps! but if he could spot Logan or Zhou he'd move or change his seat just to be with them.

and lol we know now that Oscar's been a major Lando fanboy since he moved to the UK so he'll also have seen how small and young Lando was for what he was achieving. he'll also have seen when Lando started opening up about his mental health struggles. and considering how much we've seen that Oscar leans liberal and socially sympathetic is in his likes and reposted content etc (esp him showing such a major social conscience during covid about people needing to protect the vulnerable) we know it isn't a leap to assume he understands/appreciates Lando standing for social progress within F1.

add to that Oscar having liked content that was to do with team atmospheres and cultures and Oscar himself being approached by McLaren when Lando started running circles around Daniel and all that drama was going on, of which Oscar was made painfully aware. oh and add that Oscar also liked carlando stuff back when Carlos was with McLaren… Oscar had so much knowledge about what to expect as Lando's teammate… and yet!

Oscar very specifically has never tried to create a 'bromance' with Lando when it would've been so easy! the Lando effect was right there! and we know from the Prema content that Oscar could've been how he was with Robert and Arthur and a landoscar bromance at least close to carlando and dando could've been born! it would've made Oscar's life so much easier in terms of being accepted by McLaren fans to yuk it up and be the cheesy jokes/exasperated guy from twitter (that everyone already knew him to be) to Lando's well-known hyperactive youtuber personality!

and we know he wasn't suddenly quiet and reserved out of nerves because Prema's social media popularity had fully prepared him for going viral and he'd done a ton of F1 track media stuff during his reserve driver year!

and the staring at Lando thing officially stopped being a fluke or something he did out of nerves as well because welp, it just get happening! Oscar shadows Lando and Oscar stands back slightly to let Lando have more of the spotlight and Oscar has endless patience with Lando and says "no I'll keep you happy!" when Lando tells him what to do!

Oscar is smart! Oscar is very aware of what the people he cares about are feeling! Oscar takes note of their personalities and accepts them for who they are! Oscar pays attention to what is going on around him in an intelligent and sympathetic way! Oscar doesn't default to posting the people he's closest to! Oscar views certain things as - if not 'sacred' - at least deeply important and not something to joke or be flippant about! his friendships supercede even his passion for winning!

Logan feels deeply and doesn't mind people knowing it! Lando feels deeply and doesn't mind people knowing it!

Oscar watches Logan and Lando closely with those focused brown eyes and Oscar is drawn to the people in his life who feel most vulnerable and Oscar interrupts his own victories to consider Logan and Lando !!!!!!!!

anon I assumed you wouldn't mind but all of this is to say that while we may never get Oscar appearing as frequently on social media as the other drivers - especially in winter - Oscar is someone we should use our down time looking more deeply into as a person because still waters running deep etc. what content we do have about him is so worth savoring I think.

because I for one definitely have taken too much about him for granted thinking he was Just a Guy and I was very very wrong about that.

I hope that helped a little??

[znerac]

Charlie Dompler X Stoner Reader

Alr we all know this hoe is a fan of the MJ. And as a stoner myself, I approve of that wholeheartedly.

Also this is a mix of whatever the fuck I come up with. (I am running on zero sleep and zero caffeine god help me)

Fun stuff under the cut!! All sfw ✨

Your a silent stoner, you don't really like talking about it much. You really only smoke alone

Your surprised one day when in the break room, Charlie nudges you with his elbow,

"Dude, do you like.. Maybe wanna sesh after work?"

Your confused on how the hell Charlie knew, you take a second to think as he just stares at you, waiting for a response. And you pinch the collar of your hoodie, giving it a good sniff

Surely enough, you smell like pot

You end up taking the invitation, and now your in Charlie's one bedroom apartment, sitting on his grey sofa.

Charlie takes a rip from his two foot bong, then passes it over to you.

Once you take a couple hits, you immediately feel it.

You can feel it in your eyes, and breathing through your nose is a little difficult. And suddenly your giggling at everything.

The two of you end up playing Minecraft, having a blast.

Charlie is laughing hysterically, and your just mumbling as you walk around aimlessly- bumping into things constantly. Who knew Minecraft was so hard??

"Dude, what the hell.. The hell are you doing?? Your just continuously walking into a wall!"

"The wall is in my way!"

Eventually the two of you get hit with the munchies, and hard.

Charlie was prepared for this, and brings out the goods. We're talking Doritos, soda, candy- even some brownies that you are throwing back with ease.

You both take a few more rips off the bong and decide it's time to watch something, and Charlie let's you decide.

You pick your favourite sitcom, and the two of you are eating snacks, laughing at the raunchy jokes and second hand embarrassment

At some point, you lean against him. And Charlie would subtly wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

At this point you are just LOVING the touch, your mind wanders to Charlie instead of the show

Has he always been this attractive?

You play it off as the high speaking, and continue to watch the show.

When the high fades, you both realise it's getting late, so you head home.

Then your thinking of the next time you two get to hang out.

Let me know if you want more of this 🧍‍♂️ feedback is a huge motivator! And I'm DEEP into SF >:33

[austajunk]

hi! huge fan of your fics! if you're still taking requests, how about yuma × "zilch" with 5, 8, and 20? maybe while yuma is still passed out on the train?

Shucks!!! Thank you so much! I'm glad you like my fics, but even more than that, thank you for this juicy, fucked up idea for Zilch x Yuma. <3

Triggers: Non-con, Somnophilia, Forced Blowjobs, Cock Grinding, and Biting. Also inserted some Hellxander/sex slavery mentions in there.

Fic below the cut. Poor Yuma!

The door to the Amaterasu Express's bathroom slid shut and locked with a small click.

"Nhh..."

Passed out on the marble floor was a slender boy with violet locks and a soft face, his eyes blissfully shut. The light raps of footsteps circling around the boy's body did nothing to raise him from the depths of a pleasant sleep, even on the hard floors. A figure hovered over the boy, the one who was the odd one out among professional detectives on the Amaterasu Express.

Or, to be precise, Yuma Kokohead, the boy, would have been the "odd" one out if not for the assassin assigned to murder every single person on board the train. Zilch Alexander removed the fuzzy hat he was using to play the part of a detective and knelt to check the boy's pulse. Even and steady. "Zilch" grinned to himself, digging a sharp tooth against his bottom lip as he took in Yuma's helpless form.

Still sound asleep, Yuma was every bit as helpless and alone as every detective that had burned to death on the train before him. Zilch, the fake Zilch, brushed the back his wrist across his forehead to clear a layer of sweat. Murder was hard work, but fuck, if it wasn't rewarding. The grin on his beloved Director Yomi's face was worth it every single time.

Not to mention, it was always so amusing to drift around the last victim and savor that aloof look on their face... not that Yuma would be killed. No, the boy would live and take the blame for each brutal, merciless slaughter until he publicly hung for his "crime". It was all too delicious.

"Heh..." Zilch wiped his cheek. The rot of murder always made him feel a little dirty after a job. He enjoyed it. It tingled openly across his skin. Delighted him.

He knelt to Yuma and let his fingers glide across the boy's pale cheek, sucking in an enamored breath as the boy's lips parted to release a groan. "You can't even possibly know what'll be waiting for you when this train stops, Yuma..." His breath traced Yuma's ear.

This was the assassin's favorite part. Usually, these moments belonged to Director Yomi, but on occasion, Zilch had been allowed to partake in enjoying a powerless morsel at his feet. Like an obedient lap dog, he would sink his teeth into whatever scraps he was thrown and tear at it until it was unrecognizable...

And Yuma was all his. That hard, carnal hunger had been building within him ever since Yuma first came into his sights. A sweet and confused victim to indulge in.

"Let's get these hot garments off of you, Detective," whispered Zilch. He unfastened the notched of Yuma's cobalt uniform, pulling back the cloak and shirt to expose his chest to the cool air. Yuma shifted again, curling against Zilch's hands. Zilch grinned widely.

"Mhmm... you seem so meek, Yuma... but I bet you're loud when anyone forces you to feel something..."

His fingers swiftly dug into Yuma's trousers, dragging them down his legs. Then, he slid his underwear away. The pale, naked body of Yuma Kokohead was his from head to toe. Zilch wanted to take his time, to lick his lips and desecrate the young detective's body as he saw fit. It would still be a while before they arrived at the station in Kanai Ward.

To the cool air, Yuma shuddered beautifully in his sleep. His small body quivered until the goosebumps ran across his flesh. Zilch chuckled. "Cold, are we? That's alright... I'll make you hot again, Yuma..."

He poured over the boy, kissing and scraping his teeth across that porcelain flesh. When he arrived in Kanai Ward, Yuma would find many an ugly bruise and mark on his skin from Zilch's handiwork. He kissed his neck, sank his teeth in, and suckled upon the mark until a rough, purple wound spread from the surface.

"...ah-! Mhm..." Yuma winced, his eyes tightening in his sleep.

"Heh, can't even wake up if you wanted to. My drugs always last so long... just for things like this..." Zilch moved so frequently, running his tongue across the boy's skin and tasting him for himself. Eventually, he rested upon Yuma's nipple, giving it a sharp nip. On instinct, Yuma arched back, his face screwing up in response to the foreign jolt running through his body. He whined in his sleep, spilling slow cries that made Zilch's cock twitch against the fabric of his pants.

"That's it. So innocent... and yet... you can't help it even in your sleep, huh?" Zilch's maw spread open to spit at Yuma's face. The spittle caught his cheek and dribbled down his chin. "Fuck..." Violating the sleeping detective's body made him harder every second. The excitement flooded his loins, producing a deep tent in his trousers that he caressed against Yuma's thighs once he spread his legs.

Zilch gazed fondly over his prey. His once smooth and pearly skin bore dark, purplish marks where he had suckled and nipped at him. "I don't want your body to be the same, whoever you really are," he hissed, taking a handful of Yuma's hair to lift him. The way Yuma's body rose like a puppet to strings send another pleasurable throb to Zilch's cock. He couldn't wait any longer. He tugged his pants down and kicked them aside. His kisses and hungry bites poured over Yuma's small form. He tugged at his left nipple, catching it between his teeth like a desperate animal whilst his other hand twisted the right one.

Before too long, Zilch could feel that unwilling erection press against his naked torso. "Ah..." He licked his lips. "That's it, Yuma... show me your real side..." With his thumb giving Yuma's swollen nipple one last pinch, he sank lower and lower until Yuma's cock brushed against his lips. A salty drop of warm precum seeped to his tongue, and Zilch groaned, shutting his dark eyes.

Nobody could hide their urges in their sleep, Zilch often found. He learned this when he started every morning in bed with Yomi waking up his beloved director with a precise and deep blowjob until the redheaded tyrant flooded his throat with his release.

Yuma Kokohead was far less disciplined than his master, of course.

"Don't hold back," uttered Zilch, letting his nose slide against Yuma's shaft. He drew in and breathed deeply of the boy's fresh scent like a true predator. This meal had to be savored. He was going to leave Yuma a violated canvas, alone and broken to his fate once the train arrived at the station. Just the thought made him want to cram himself inside the boy's tight depths and split him apart!

As predicted, Yuma merely moaned in his sleep and jerked his hips forward as soon as the warm, wet inside of Zilch's mouth eclipsed his cock. It felt good. His body responded even in his sleep, even when he couldn't fathom in the dark pits of his unconsciousness what was happening to him. His body worked upon its instinct, his back curving so he could bury himself deeper into Zilch's mouth.

The red eyes of his predator flashed wildly. He took Yuma between his lips and sucked on him. First, his tongue washed the boy's tip in saliva, then he traced his sensitive veins on the underside of his cock. A small cry sounded from Yuma's throat. Very well. Zilch went deeper, letting those five inches brush the inside of his right cheek.

That gurgle from Yuma spurred him to go deeper until his nose plunged against the violet pubic hairs of Yuma's crotch. Yuma undulated and weakly trembled, his face contorting in that unrestrained pleasure that Zilch adored.

'More... give it all to me... your first time... you weren't even awake for... it's all mine!'

“Mhmmmph!” The assassin moaned as his cock pressed into the corner of his cheek once again. His cock gave a hefty throb against the inside of Zilch's face, letting him know what was coming next. “Cum all you want, Yuma...” Zilch grunted, letting the cock spill out of his lips. Strands of saliva connected his lips to the cock that stood in attention. Yuma whimpered and moved to caress his erection with his thighs. “Let’s see what kind of a load you have!”

Catching some of the spittle from Yuma, Zilch coated his own cock, rubbing his hand up and down to get himself as hard as needed. With that, he pressed between Yuma's small ass, grinding himself against his cheeks. Their cocks met with a wet kiss and Zilch threw his head back ecstatically.

"That's it-! Let's come together, you weak, little slut-!" They panted together. Zilch did most of the work, catching Yuma's cock with his hand and locking it against his own. The friction made the heat burn between them both until the bathroom was filled with the earthy scent of their bodies entwining.

The speed increased, their cocks stroking and kissing each other until that sweet pulse ran through Yuma. A cry escaped his lips as he sank into a blissful release, his body going through the throes of passion even as he couldn't wake up. He was left twitching his hips and breathing hard, ropes of pearly cum painting Zilch's front. The assassin exhaled hotly, then released the boy. With another hearty set of pumps from his hands, he succumbed to his own climax. Shutting his eyes, he sank backwards and fired his load aimlessly across Yuma's bare cheeks, chest, and hair. Painting a picture of his victim, the last shot of three, thick ropes of cum coated Yuma's pretty, open lips.

"Ah... ha...fuck..." Zilch groaned, the last of his orgasm being smeared across Yuma's ass.

He narrowed his eyes at the boy, shoving his cock back in his pants and pulling them up. "Hmph..." It had crossed his mind that he could simply plunge deep inside Yuma's ass and take everything for himself. But... sadly, there could only be so much time before they arrived at the station. Leaving the detective lost in a puddle of salty cum and covered in bruises was good enough.

Although Zilch lingered to watch the boy slumber a few more moments, enjoying the way his breathing calmed back down after a bit. "Heh... not a bad body... when you're taken in, I'll make sure to alert Director Yomi to your presence..."

He stretched and turned away to the bathroom door. Once they arrived, he was certain Director Yomi would entertain the idea of a new, submissive slave to use around the office...

[stardustcatcher]

I’ve always wanted to know why no one ever comes here. :( Can you explain a bit more (if you know more) about the logistics. I’m genuinely interested.

sadly i don't know a whole lot, this is just what i've picked up from my aunt who has worked a ton of different jobs in the music industry including being close to tour managers. we've had conversations about this specifically because i was also really interested why more people weren't touring in australia, which i've heard is an amazing place. (i'm gonna put a read more so i'm not clogging up the dash bc this might be a little long winded)

keep in mind that i'm very much not australian and i failed geography so take everything i say with a grain of salt.

there are a few issues i know of with touring in australia, the sheer size of it being one thing. australia's like one of the top ten biggest countries in the world but it's not very densely populated. most of the population being clustered along the eastern coast (with the exception of perth). but getting from one city to another alone would be a huge deal not to mention time constraints that come along with touring. there are times when they play shows back to back, one night in one city and then another show the next night in a state 300 miles away and that's not feasible in australia.

it's also important to note that it's not just the band that goes to these shows, it's crew members that travel with the band everywhere and it's also equipment. and greta in particular isn't as big as we often think they are, you could go out on the street and ask people if they know who greta van fleet is and i'm sure a good majority would not. they're still relatively small in the grand scheme of mainstream musicians. they're also a US based band so traveling to somewhere as far as australia (with their personal crew and shipping their equipment) would be massively expensive.

with that being said, that they're not exactly mainstream popular, it would be hard to fill up the type of venue that their management would book in the limited areas of australia that there are to play at. not to say that there aren't a bunch of australian fans because i know of a good handful but with the shows in the US its a mix of people who live around the location and a lot of people traveling specifically for the show. if there were a show in australia, i imagine it would just be australian fans at the show, which would most definitely not be a problem for fans but might hinder ticket sales and filling up a venue and management and higher ups might have a problem with that. because while they are a band and they do it for the music, they're still a company whose management seeks to make money. ticket sales are also notoriously hard in australia, no clue why, they just are.

but that doesn't mean that they'll never play in australia because they did before in 2019 and may very well do it again, it just might take some time.

i hope this helped, sorry if it was scattered or repetitive and all over the place, i'm sleep deprived and just generally am bad at trying to get across what i’m trying to say in a coherent way especially with things like this :)

[coll2mitts]

no, halsey does not have "main character syndrome" 🤦

Boo! I didn't expect to post something this emo today, but we're living in scary times and this video had me sobbing in my hotel room this morning so here we are.

I preface this by saying I'm not a huge fan of Halsey's music, so I am approaching this topic similarly to how D'Angelo did by focusing on the concept of the album alone. That said, listening to The Great Impersonator has me feeling really, really raw.

I've been pretty open on tumblr about my medical issues throughout the years. In 2009 having a complete mental breakdown because I was being gaslit by my doctors. My thyroid cancer diagnosis back in 2016 that explained a lot of my erratic behavior several years before then. Getting my thyroid yanked out, being on and adjusting to the meds, having to go off the meds to get scans, the fatigue, conversely the hyperactive need to eat or not being able to sleep, the weight gain, the aches, the cold hands and feet, the inability to focus on anything for a long amount of time without getting exhausted... it's not fun.

'Cause I'm the spider in your bathroom I'm the shadow on the tile I came from shelter from the cold And I'd thought I'd stay a while I'm only small, I'm only weak And you jump at the sight of me You'll kill me when I least expect it God, how could I even think of daring to exist? Looking just like this, I'm hideous

And that's the "easy" cancer, the cancer everyone told me I was "lucky" to get. My mother and aunt battled breast cancer and that shit is barbaric. This summer my mom was diagnosed with multiple myeloma, a blood cancer, and her prognosis isn't great. It's one of those things you don't cure, and even after several rounds of chemo and bone marrow transplants (yes, multiple), we're looking at extending her life by a few years, not a few decades. I can't imagine how Halsey feels dealing with lupus and cancer while raising a young kid alone... It's such a brutal assault against your body that causes collateral damage to everyone around you.

And I don't ever wanna leave him, but I don't think it's my choice

The reaction to Halsey's record is honestly pretty disgusting, cause how dare she decide to talk about something as vapid as her cancer diagnosis and subsequent breakup leading her to parent her young child alone? Anthony Fantano's reaction is pretty much why I don't talk about my cancer, because people are either incredibly uncharitable or your sickness unwillingly becomes your entire identity. It's hard not to have "main character syndrome" when, y'know, your problems are literally internal. You can't escape it and you can't do anything to change it. You are at the mercy of the fucked up US medical system and God. In those moments, after two surgeries, driving to a never ending series of medical appointments scared, alone, crying in my car, I would have desperately loved to focus on anything else.

'Cause my dog died last year He fell asleep in my embrace And the very last thing I told him was "See you soon and we can race" You know a mercy kill is what I seek I didn't ask to live, but dying's up to me

But I couldn't - I had to focus on it because if I didn't, I wouldn't get "better". Even now with the scans less frequent, every blood draw is another anxious moment where the other shoe could drop and I'd have to go through all that shit again. I still have active thyroid tissue in my body they haven't been able to locate on a scan, and while the meds are currently suppressing it from growing, that might not always be the case. I'm also more likely to get other types of cancers, and I've had a few scares on that front I've hidden because it's not worth the social baggage that comes with it. I don't ask for help, I don't talk about what I'm going through, and it's incredibly isolating.

It shouldn't kill me every day, the way it does I don't know what I did to have this fate I'm drenched in And I can't even run from what I know My special talent isn't writing, it's not singing It's feeling everything that everyone alive feels every day

Maybe I do have a "victim mentality", letting a cancer diagnosis change how I live my life and how I conduct relationships; but all I learned through the whole ordeal is that I can only rely on myself. Nobody is obligated to help me, and I don't want to exhaust the goodwill of the few that do lest it become too much and they leave you to live on a boat or something, hypothetically. Or they accuse you of not being excited enough for their wedding because you're a walking zombie filled with TSH fresh off a bad scan, again, hypothetically. Or they go on vacation while you're radioactive and you have to rely on your friend's parents to watch your dog because it's too dangerous for her to be around you, hypothetically, hypothetically, hypothetically...

When Halsey said she started impersonating herself, I felt that so fucking deep. It's a tactic I crafted in college when dealing with my high-functioning depression and been implementing every since - just smile, just giggle, just pretend. People don't really want to know what you're going through because they're going through their own shit. Don't be a burden or you'll truly be left with nobody.

The surgeon said, "She had a hole in her heart" But it wasn't her fault, it was there from the start Trying to love you through an open wound 'Cause everything I put inside there just fell right through

It's also why I don't date, because nobody wants to voluntarily commit to the kind of support I would need if something bad happens in the future, and I got sick of being constantly disappointed. God forbid I did happen to find someone who wanted to be with me, it'd be unfair to ask them to take all of this on. It did hurt in the beginning, and I was angry, so fucking angry, that people can live their lives unincumbered and make life-changing decisions without worrying about how to pay for health care. I stewed in that anger all through the pandemic, alone after Chloe passed away, in a shell of a house purchased under consideration of someone else's wants and needs. Eventually I had to decide to stop stewing and live my life because what was the alternative? Miss Havisham? Sounds lame.

Please, God, I don't wanna be sick And I don't wanna hurt, so get it over with quick Please, God, I wanna be loved Don't wanna be somebody that you're tryna get rid of

So new quest unlocked - I was going to have to get stronger. I've been more actively trying to be more comfortable doing scary things on my own, and it's had clear benefits. Even an act as simple as streaming on Twitch was something I was so entirely opposed to because opening myself up to strangers on the internet could lead to me getting hurt or harassed. Going to a movie, eating a meal, staying in a hotel - those were all things seemed impossible several years ago with my social anxiety, but here I am now. I don't know how much time I have left on this planet and cowering in my house isn't an option. I want to be the kind of person Kass can look up to and not pity. But it's hard, guys. With everything going on with my job and my family, every day is a general struggle. But it's a fight I think is worth it. It also didn't happen overnight - it took me several years to get here.

We've gone on a tangent, but it's so predictable that men will look at the struggle of a woman and try to minimize it. Halsey's in an incredibly vulnerable moment in her life, and I applaud her for sharing because it's the first time in a long time that I've felt seen. Halsey's journey is fresh and she's allowed to lament about it. In fact she's always allowed to complain, cry, to feel uncertain, bitter, scared, angry, all of the above. Sure, it might not be your cup of tea to listen to, and that's fine, but it takes a huge set of misguided balls to denounce it as meritless.

[nilolol30]

Name: Iris

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Birthday: May 25th

Occupation: Adventures guild

Weapon: Sword

VOICE LINES---

Hello: Hello are you the Traveler? AH! I'm Iris I'm a huge fan if it's okay may I travel with you?

Chat: Sword training: I've only just started learning how to use a sword I always accidentally cut myself.

Chat: hair: My hair? Oh I cut it myself I... kinda wanted to look like you but it sorta got messed up.

Chat: silence: Hmm it's pretty quiet why don't we sit by a river.

When it rains: Damn I guess training isn't happening today.

After the rain: Woah! Nearly slipped...

When the sun's out: Hey let's go beat up some hilichurls.

When it snows: Geez how do you walk around in the cold in that!?

When it's windy: I wonder if windy days means the anemo archon is happy?

Good morning: Morning! I made breakfast it's just toast since I didn't know what you'd like let me know what to put on it.

Good afternoon: Jeez these commissions are so repetitive.

Good night: Night Traveler hope the wind soothes you to sleep.

About Iris: That day you saved Mondstat I could never forget it and then I heard more stories about the amazing things you've done in many other nations I really really wanted to be like you but...I know now I'm gonna have to be my own person.

About us Fans: You didn't think you'd have fans? But you literally saved nations you're like a main character of a story book! I heard that someone is planning a fanclub- Ow I was joking on the last part!

About us swords: Honestly I first started to use a sword because I wanted to be like you but now why throw away all the practicing!

About vision: I remember it was just a boring day at first I was out adventuring and I got cornered by some hopper flowers I was thinking "what kind a person does like this" or "other travelers would have beaten this thing easily" so I kept fighting them because I didn't want to die because of a stupid flower I don't remember the fight but I do remember looking at my feet and I saw my vision in front of me.

Something to share: Honestly there are so many loupe holes in many commissions you just gotta think huh? What do you mean that's wrong? Fiiinne I'll do it by the book...I'm just saying it would be faster.

About Jean: I can tell she works really hard and I can't imagine what it's like dealing with the fatui.

About Eula: Once I was wondering around and I accidentally bumped into her she said something about vengeance and I was paranoid for awhile until Amber reassured me it wasn't what I was thinking.

About Amber: Her and I met when I was doing a commission so we both took down the hiliturles camp together it was super fun and she gave me feedback about my fighting style.

About Lisa: She must love giving out little nicknames she calls me spitfire sometimes.

About Diona: I lover her drinks! Non alcoholic of course and I love playing with the little kittys at her tavern! Still as amazing her drinks are I don't think she should be making adults alcohol.

About Kaeya: I can't tell when he's being sarcastic or not but I do know he's a huge liar! He told me he was a pirate but Diluc said he wasn't!

About Diluc: I was wondering around at night and Diluc suddenly appeared out of nowhere and told me "It's not safe to walk around at night alone I'll walk you home" and he did! I wonder why he was out though...

About Razor: Oh Bennetts friend! I don't know much about him but he seems super cool.

About Mona: I never spoke to her before but once I saw her stare at me from afar I was about to go do a commission and she just shook her head...I didn't go because I got distracted turns out the commission was a trap set up by some bandits...scary.

About Rosaria: I never talked to her before we did sorta meet when I was in the tavern listening to Venti's performance and she pointed to me and asked Kaeya "Why is a kid here shouldn't Diluc kick her out?" Kaeya told her I was fine here though haha.

About Albedo: When I had a commission in the mountains I was scared about getting lost and freezing to death and he saw me at the camp and offered to lead the way since he was already heading up.

About Klee: One time I got super worried about her so I went to Miss Lisa she told me that Klee was in solitary confinement just what could a little kid do to be in there?

About Noelle: I don't know why she's not a knight she's amazing! She once saw me in the rain and pulled me inside helping me dry off and made sure I wouldn't get sick.

About Bennett: He actually gave me tips on how to use my sword but...I feel kinda bad for him I wish his bad luck would stop.

About Sucose: I see her at the alchemist table a lot when I need to make materials she gives me nice tips.

About Fischl: Honestly I can never understand what she says thankfully she has her companion to translate.

About Venti: I love his songs I always try to make it to the statue of the anemo archon or the tavern! Diluc let's me he just makes sure I don't get any alcohol.

About Barbara: I kinda feel bad for her especially about that weirdo Albert doesn't he know how insane he acts! I wish the church would let me hit him.

More About Iris I: You worked really hard today why don't we go and have lunch together?

More About Iris II: You want to learn about me? Hmm I'm not sure I'm a pretty boring person haha.

More About Iris III: My parents? They're so restricting when I wanted to be an adventurer they broke down because "they wouldn't have someone to help run the shop" that's not my responsibility.

More About Iris IV: I was told that of you want to be like a person you have to copy everything but that's not true I just wanted to be brave and strong like you did I didn't have to copy everything.

More About Iris V: I always feel way happier when you're around it feels like all my worries just fade away I bet it's like that with everyone you're around!

Iris's Hobbies: I like to garden a bit I've only planted flowers though.

Iris's Troubles: My parents are looking for me again? I told them I'm doing commissions they're probably just trying to get me back home for no reason.

Favorite Food: I'm unfortunately a very picky eater so I stick to foods like chips or pies those are my favorite.

Least Favorite Food: Tomatoes anything with tomatoes in it just makes me gag

Birthday: Happy birthday! Hey why don't we take a walk all around the stalls and I'll pay think of it as a gift And Sucrose helped me make these buut here's some materials you needed so you don't have to keep wondering around getting them!

Feelings About Ascension - Intro: Thanks I can really feel like I'm getting stronger.

Feelings About Ascension - Building Up: Oh I'm definitely getting better with my sword hopper flowers here I come.

Feelings About Ascension - Climax: Thank you so much You're one of a kind truly.

Feelings About Ascension - Conclusion: This will definitely show everyone I'm not to be messed with I can handle myself on my own now!

Opening chest: I hate when they roll away.

Opening chest: Woah that's a lot.

Opening chest: You pick out what you want I'll take the stuff you don't need.

Receiving gift I: Woah! I didn't know you're not only a super cool hero but an amazing Chief!

Receiving gift II: Yummy far better than most foods at the stalls!

Receiving gift III: Uhm may I have some water...heh.

(picture is found in picrew)

[octocurse-agere]

okok um splat agere + petre headcanons except im agent 8 so everything I say is automatically right/j prolly oddly written bc I'm not v good at grammar

Agents first !! might be a bit long 2 read jdsiofjd

Agent 8 !

Flip (Flip w/ Agent 4, but will be babysat by Callie. Marie or Cuttlefish. Will babysit Captain 3 and Agent 3 (if neo even wants to be), and obviously their moms (pearl + marina) will take care of them)

Doesn't like being called parental petnames but rather stuff like bro/brother or big bro! Sister is off the table, but sibling/sib/sis isn't !

Doesn't regress too often or too deeply, but when they do, they regress from 3-7 but generally stays verbal.

Calls the littles they care for silly nicknames when allowed!

Careful when talking around littles because they know that if you say the wrong thing, they might feel hurt!

Not very strong, and not good at talking, but is a great listener and will follow every command when playing pretend !

While little, Eight wants to be called petnames, but is always too shy to ask whoever taking care of them

These can and will include being called their angel, their little princess, or sweet baby boy.

Chews on things they're not meant to when little, like haphazardly.

Mostly their hands or their shirt. This is a clear way for others to tell when they're starting to feel a bit small. However, anything that feels clean enough to bite WILL absolutely be bitten.

Has to be redirected to other items to chew or they won't stop

Prefers teethers over pacifiers but will chew anything.

Very snugly !! loves to cuddle w/ friends and family! Marina and Four are often victim to this.

Captain 3 !

Little but occasional babysitter. Their primary caregivers are Callie, Marie and Craig Cuttlefish

They don't act too "out of the box"

Until they're in a babyspace

Three will have trouble walking, talking and might get stressed when alone.

They used to regress covertly, but started to lose the ability to mask it after a while.

Despite the lack of verbal communication, they will always find a way to be held.

Loves to be babied always, even if sometimes they hide it.

Not super energetic and hyper, but still loves to play

Their regression isn't normally voluntary, but sometimes they might choose to.

Regresses from 0-5 mainly! Likes to have pacifiers to chew on.

Likes to be told stories! Not a huge fan of the short kiddie books, they prefer to hear one of the longer ones from Cuttlefish.

Doesn't like to sleep, and doesn't like to follow rules

But absolutely will if they get a treat for it

"Oh, you want me to go to bed at 8 pm sharp? Absolutely not." "Oh, you've got icecream? Nevermind, then!" < just without words

Regression isn't normally happy for them, but with the help of the squid sisters and gramps, they've been able to get better!

Baby steps, though. Some days are still bad, and that's ok! Everyone is proud for how far they've come :]

Neo 3 / Agent 3 !

Pet regressor! Doesn't really care to have someone to watch over them as they're pretty independent, but might hang around Callie and Marie, Eight or Deep Cut!

Super energetic and hyper, ready to cause ruckus with their Lil' buddy!

Will absolutely NOT sit still. You cannot get them to be quiet either.

Don't touch them without their permission, even when big. They don't like it at all.

Oftentimes they will be found trying to eat power eggs

Loves just running around in open spaces and climbing things!

Very fast and strong

Would probably break a tree down for fun

Very hard to get them to listen. They have trouble following any rules they set, and tend to not be patient, but some have found the trick!

Likes to do silly things like place smallfry on peoples heads

Tends to chew on things they aren't meant to

Sometimes has bad days where they remember stuff they don't want to. This is the only acception to the "no cargiving + no touch" rule.

They will cling onto anything and anyone that feels familiar

They'd kinda just want to cry and cuddle, that's it

No idea what species they'd regress to, but it'd be sorta wolf-like imo!

Just whatever the splat version of a wolf is

Agent 4!

Flip ! (Flip w/ 8 but will be babysat by Callie or Marie!)

Doesn't have a specific age range

I'd think they'd be super energetic but not as hyper as Neo 3

Very curious! Everything feels new when ur little

When both them and 8 regress they like to do silly pranks

Doesn't bite things they're not meant to. Is inherently the opposite of 8 when little

Most of their regression is voluntary I'd think?

LOVES to play games, mostly board games or pretend!

Very creative and imaginative

Can make up the most thought through fantasy world you've ever seen within 5 minutes and go through a whole villain arc in Marie's living room

It's very fun to watch, and everyone has to join in (or else/j)

Not a huge cuddler, but will absolutely cling to 8

Loves to run around and color things in their ink or draw!

Either EXTREMELY talkative or you won't hear a peep from them

Forgets to do things like eat and hydrate all the time and will not remember, which is the main reason why others take care of them.

Basically a mind reader. Absolutely 100% knows when you're hiding cookies from them.

Loves sugar

Don't let them have a sugar rush, You will regret it.

Very smart! Loves telling you new things that they learned while studying

Very good at listening also, no problems with rules

plsplspls tell me if u want more !!! I don't mind taking suggestions :D

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

A clingy dad's girl

Summary: your daughter is huge dad's girl and She can't go long without Chris. She's not a fan when he's about to leave for work for a long time and she shows it.

Genre: angst

Warning: crying, Chris dadd(ing)

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader, dad! Chris

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission.

Comment and reblogs welcome

There was no lie when you say your daughter was a huge daddy's girl. She loved him to death, needed him more than she needed anyone or anything.

It sure started off before she was born. Chris talk to her before she was born, telling her about his day. Whenever she heard his voice she kicked a ton.

When she was born Chris was the first to hold her. He cried when he saw his little peanut and he knew from that moment she was his world.

As she grew up she grew more and more Into a Daddy's girl. She followed him around everywhere, did everything with him which basically defined a daddy's girl. Chris loved it, but sometimes it was hard.

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The sound of your daughter crying ringed through the house. She was crying for a reason you and Chris couldn't figure out ever since she woke up that morning.

You tried your best to comfort her and stop her crying but it wouldn't help. She keep running to Chris asking for him to hold her.

"you sure you can take care of her?" You pulled your coat on, grabbing your purse. "Yeah I got her." Chris rubbed Sofia's back as she rested her head against his shoulder, little sniffles leaving her mouth.

"alright." You leaned over and gave Chris a kiss as well as Sofia. "I'll see you two later. I love you."

You opened the front door and walked out to your car. You started it and pulled out of the driveway. Before you left you waved goodbye one more time before you went off to work.

When your car was no longer in eye view for Chris he shut the door. "Ok Sofia, What's wrong baby?"

Sofia lifted her head, her eyes where filled with tears and her face had streaks off previous tears on them. It broke Chris' heart, he just wants her to feel better.

"alright let's go sit down."

Chris walked out of the foyer to the living room. He tried to sit Sofia down on the couch but she started to cry and kick her legs as he did. A sigh fell from his lips as he sat down while holding her.

Chris Flipped on a kids show Hoping it would calm her down and maybe put her to sleep. For 30 minutes he stayed like that, he thought Sofia had fell asleep in those 30 minutes.

He pulled her off of his lap in hopes to at least go to the bathroom. Sofia wasn't asleep though, as soon as he got up she began to cry.

"no daddy." She clung onto his arms not letting him go anywhere. Chris turned to the toddler. "Sofia I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute."

"noo!" Sofia wailed out as she tugged at his arm. Chris gave in and returned to his place on the couch and picked up Sofia. He placed the sniffling child back on his lap and began to comfort her.

"what's wrong with you today? What happened to my happy girl." Chris mumbled out. Sofia mumbled a few words of her own but Chris didn't hear her. "What you say sof?"

"I don't want you to leave

Chris sighed as he noticed what she meant. He had to go to work in a few weeks leaving Sofia here alone.

"hey Sofia, daddy's going to come back. You don't have to cry." Chris voice was soft as he spoke to her. He really wanted her to know he wasn't leaving her forever.

"I know, but you take forewer." she pulled away and looked up at Chris with a pouting lip.

"I know it seems like forever Sofia, but it's going to go bye before you know it. And I'm going to call you a video chat with you all the time so don't worry besides you have me for the next two weeks so don't worry about it ok."

"otay." Sofia placed her head back onto Chris' chest, she let out an over exaggerated sigh causing Chris to laugh.

"ok, can I go to the bathroom now?" Sofia lifted. "Uh ok, but can we have ice when you come back? Peas?"

Sofia gave Chris those convincing puppy eyes she always gave. "Yes, but we can't tell mommy now let me go to the bathroom."

He ran off leaving Sofia who was now smiling happily on the couch.

[maki-my-beloved]

Okay so I was thinking about Mikey's dream for Emma and Draken and came up with whatever this is. It started as an idea for a fic I'm pretty sure I'm never going to write. I'm posting this to see if I can convince someone of writing some Drakemma I guess.

Headcanons of what could have been in an alternate universe where everything is fine , no one dies and Draken and Emma get married and have a son named Shinichiro.

Mikey is such a great uncle. He takes care of the baby almost every day. Takes him to the park, plays with him, buys him a gigantic amount of unnecessary stuff.

Everyone he knows has seen at the very least one pic of shinichiro. He has him as his phone background. He keeps a photo in his wallet. His phone is almost out of memory bc he has so many pics.

He is used to it now, but the first time he held him he was so scared he was going to drop him or squeeze him too hard.

Mikey and the baby usually nap together.

Unlike his parents, he does not care if he is spoiling his nephew

"Look at his little face, Ken-chin! How can you say no to that?"

Draken sighs

Izana is currently living in the Philippines with Kakucho. He sends tons of stuff for his nephew. More than he should.

He also comes to visit as much as he can. He and Mikey fight over who is the best uncle.

Takemichi and Hina babysit him a lot. Takemichi is really awkward with him but also incredibly cute. He does puppet shows for him.

Hina is the godmother of the child.

Hakkai and Mitsuya are third in the babysitting line (they would be second if not for hina)

They take care of him every Wednesday (they live together)

For his 2nd birthday, Mitsuya makes him a mini Toman uniform. It's the cutest thing ever.

Baji is a menace around the child, he likes to pick him up and run (Shinichiro really likes it). He also lets him play with anything he wants (His parents don't like to leave them alone together because they once found their baby playing with motorcycle parts)

Chifuyu is fond but exasperated by their antics. He is usually the one that babysits them when they want to hang out.

Pah and Peh sometimes forget they shouldn't yell when the baby is around. They always apologize profusely when he cries (they fight over whose fault it is tho so eventually they yell again)

Sanzu lives with Mikey. He doesn't like children very much

Inupi doesn't usually babysit Shinichiro. He sees him a lot tho. Emma usually comes to have luch with Draken and brings him along.

The first time he was ever in charge of the baby, it was because Mikey was late to pick him up and Emma had to leave to do something. Her idea was to drop him off at the shop so Mikey could go there. Draken had just left to pick something up. And suddenly Inui was in charge of a child he didn't know how to take care of. (After the initial panic worn down, he did a great job. Draken was back 15 minutes later to the sight of his son sitting on one of the motorcycles, Inupi holding him with one hand, the other was holding his phone to take a picture)

Draken is not a big fan of kazutora so he usually doesn't see the kid. Once, when Shinichiro is around three, Draken and Emma let him have a sleepover at Baji and Chifuyu's place. Baji picked him up but something came up so he left Shinichiro at the pet shop with Chifuyu. Kazutora, obviously, was also there. It was the first time he had seen him. Chifuyu and Baji usually told him about the kid of course, but they had never met. He was really nervous. It ended up being fine tho. He is usually good with kids and Shinichiro seemed to like to pet the animals so he just kept him company. (Chifuyu took a pic of kazutora siting on the floor with the three year old on his lap, surrounded by six big cats. Some were lounging on the floor. One was on Kazutora's shoulder. Shinchiro was looking at it laughing.)

Once, when Emma was getting everything ready for the house party they were hosting for their friends, she saw Draken and Shinichiro playing. Apparently someone had been telling Shinichiro about the Toman days because lately he wanted to be a gang leader. He was standing on the couch, Draken's old Toman jacket on (it looked huge on him), a small army of toys and plushies was on the ground in front of him. Draken stood to the side, intently listening to his leader's speech. She took a sneaky pic and decided to join. She was appointed Captain of the first division, in chage of a shark plushie and Shin's favorite stuffed bunny.

They were still playing when everyone arrived. They ended up ordering something to eat so they could all join in.

Bonus: this short scene I wrote

Ken Ryuguji woke up to the sound of a baby crying.

"Hey, Ken can you...?" Emma started to ask.

He sighed.

"Got it" He kissed her forehead, got up and went to the room next to theirs.

"Hey Shin, what happened champ? You hungry?" He said as he picked up his son.

Being waken several times every night was not among Draken's favorite things. Some nights were worse than others. Sometimes Shinichiro refused to sleep and made sure no one else could, either. He was getting used to it after 7 months of it, still didn't love it though.

Luckily, it seemed tonight was one of the good nights. After feeding Shinichiro, Draken held him against his chest and started gently rocking him.

It didn't take long for his baby to fall asleep. It usually didn't. Now came the tricky part.

He gently, slowly tried to put him in his crib. Shinichiro immediately started protesting. Draken sighed. They were probably spoiling him a little by letting him sleep with them on nights like this, but he was too tired to care.

He quickly picked him up again and the baby calmed instantly. He made his way back to his bedroom. Emma started a little when she heard soft steps heading towards the bed. She turned and opened her arms. Draken put Shinichiro in the middle of the bed and got inside the covers.

It took almost nothing for them to get settled, both parents hugging the child in the middle, Drakens hand in Emma's hip, her hand in his hair

[tinytinybumblebee]

Hi! I noticed you posting ghost content and thought I'd share my input, but I've just realised it's not in your fandom list so just ignore this if I'm being too forward! Anyway:

I just know that Papa IV is so good towards small ghouls and ghoulettes, sure he puts on a show of being grumpy at them on stage but they all live together and tour together so they have to get along! He is their papa at the end of it all and he gives them small kisses on the top of their masks before shows if they've been having a hard day or just to give them some support (mountain is a hard one to do as he's so tall lol)

I have this one image of ember/sodo/dewdrop (I don't know which name to use ajdhshs) standing in copia's doorway with a very sleepy looking Aether, who has been dragged out of bed by the small ghoul to go get hugs from papa.

I also think that no ghoul(ette) is ever lonely and that they all sleep close together, so sometimes bedtime is alot of tangled tails and ghoul-pillows and during these nights if one of them is tiny then they will be the center of attention and get all the love.

(Of course when talking about all of these headcannons I'm talking about the fictional demon people not the real performers lmao)

:))

!!!!! Yes aaaa I’ve been meaning to put Ghost into my fandoms thing! ;w; I’ve been a huge fan since like, 2017/2018 (Actually met Copia back in 2019!)

But yes!! Papa IV is soo good with his tiny ghoulies! Especially since these have been his ghouls/ghoul Estes since he was Cardinal, he knows what each of his ghoulies like and how to settle down their fits or knows exactly what to say to soothe them ;v; !!

And you knooow Copia is so proud of his ghouls!! At the end of every ritual he will tell them all what good jobs they did, always checking to make sure none had hurt themselves (even though Copia knows that ghouls, unlike humans, don’t get hurt as easily from simple things, like pyrotechnics xD) and gives them all kisses!

When one or many of the ghoul(ette)s are feeling tiny, Copia is right there to scoop them up in bed/couch and coddle them, head pats right between their horns (which, is the sweet spot for a ghoul, instant purring!) ;w;

Ghouls are like cats, they love a good cuddle pile, the more warmth the better in their eyes! So, bedtime definitely has all the ghoulies curled up and piled up on blankets and pillows (of course they have their own beds but, those really are just used for their instruments or if a ghoul needs a cool down/alone time) and they will definitely pull Copia into the pile sometimes, because they love him and this is a huge way for ghouls to show their love for their Papa!

Tiny ghouls definitely become the center of alll the other ghoul’s attention! It’s their “There is a kit here” instincts kick in and you’ll see the ghoul(ette) being picked up by the scruffs of their necks to carry the tiny ghoul around, ghouls tails being teething toys and also used as to support the tiny ghoul and their shaky/unsteady steps (especially for Rain, since he tends to be a stumbly ghoul)!

And absolutely!! For anyone unware: Ghost is a theatrical band, their story is about a Satantic church that has anti-popes that do musical rituals to gather new Siblings Of Sin/ members of their church! Currently they are on their 4th Papa (called Papa Emetritus IV, as the Emetrius is the bloodline of successors of the “original” Papa; Papa Nihil) and, each Papa has their own set of Ghouls, who are demons from hell that are minions/henchmen for the church and their Papa- these ghouls will play the musical instruments during rituals while Papa sings ;w;

These are the 4 Papa’s and their ghouls! Papa IV/Cardinal Copia has two types of mask for his ghouls because he was promoted from Cardinal to Papa so, the ghouls got new mask!

So, when they are talked about on this blog we are 100% talking about the characters!!

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Can I request a SFW and a NSFW alphabet for Naofumi Iwatani, but if it's too much for you, you don't have to make the NSFW alphabet✨💖

Anyways, I hope you’re doing well and staying hydrated too!! Love you and I'm so happy that you've reached a new milestone🥰

I’d love to write for Naofumi. 🥰🥰 Always happy to write for a fandom I never see much for. I’ll do the SFW and NSFW for you, but I’ll only do the letters of his name to fit them both in. 😊

I hope you’re doing well and stay hydrated as well ! I love you too nonny and thank you very much. ❤️

Event Masterlist

NSFW Below 👇

SFW Alphabet:

N (Night)

Sharing the night with Naofumi and how it’s going to go depends on the situation. If you guys are traveling and are with his other companions then it will be much different than when you are just sharing a night together. If you’re with his companions there will most definitely not be much cuddling or sweet talk going on. He’ll hold you while you fall asleep, but he’s not one for PDA and knows that the two he travels with could walk in at any moment. But if the two of you are in private without that chance he wants you wrapped into his arms while he tells you over and over again just how much he loves you. 

A (Affection)

When you’re in private Naofumi is going to be one of the most affectionate people that you’ve ever seen. He showers you with kisses and always wants you two to be glued at the hip. He wants nothing more than to shower you with affection. But when you’re in public it’ll be much more subtle things to show his affection. When he doesn’t think anyone is looking he’ll place a hand on your lower back and softly place a kiss to the back of your head. Or it’ll be something as simple as smiling and making a kiss face to you from across the market when no one else is watching. 

O (Open)

Naofumi has a really hard time trusting anyone, especially after everything that’s he’s been through since coming to this new world. He’s going to have to get to know you very well and travel with you for a very long time before he truly starts to open up to you. And once he does open up to you it’s going to be like the floodgates. Naofumi is going to want you to know every little thing about himself. He wants you to know exactly how he works and what makes him happy. For him to open himself up to you like he will, he has to truly love you. 

F (Fiancé)

When things get really serious between Naofumi and yourself he’s going to feel good about commitment. He’s going to want to take it slow and take his time planning the perfect way to propose and he’s going to want to take his time with you and plan the perfect wedding. To him you’re the perfect person and he wants your wedding and future life to show that. You’re his entire world. 

U (Ugly)

One of the worst things that Naofumi will have as a habit is the fact that he doesn’t really trust anyone easily and he always second guesses everything. But he’s got good reason for it. He knows that it’s a bad habit and he wishes that he could change it, but he doesn’t want to risk bringing down his walls and something happening like it did when he first entered the world. 

M (Mornings)

Just like nights with Naofumi, mornings will be the same. If you’re traveling with his comrades then mornings will consist of waking up wrapped around each other to the sound of Raphtalia and Filo entering the room to make sure you’re getting ready to go. After they wake you up they’ll head back to their joined room of the inn and get ready for the day while the two of you unwrap from each other and share a shower. But if you’re in private and not traveling the two of you will spend a long time laying in bed together. Your hands will be wound together while you bask in the togetherness before getting up for the day to get some breakfast at the nearest café. 

I (I Love You)

The shield hero is not going to be one that says I love you very quickly. I love you probably wont be in his vocabulary with you until he feels he’s at the level that he can open up to you. Trust me … once he starts to tell you that he loves you he wont want to stop. You’ll be hearing it all the time. 

W (Whole)

Once Naofumi gets used to being around you all the time and trusts you, he’s never going to be able to imagine his life without you. Naofumi is going to be completely empty if you’re not with him. He’ll begin to second guess everything that he goes through without you there to make him realize that he doesn’t need to. You’re his rock, his safe place, he couldn’t imagine not being by your side. 

T (Try)

When it comes to your relationship Naofumi is going to be a one hundred percent kind of guy. He’s going to put his all into everything that you guys do. You’re the love of his life and you deserve nothing but the best. You’ll never have an anniversary where he doesn’t make an entire day of it and tell the girls to spend the day together and leave the two of you alone. You’re never have a gift that doesn’t have his entire heart in it when he obtains it. You’ve never go on a date where he doesn’t have the best lined up for you. And when it comes to every day tasks, he’s going to want to do as much as possible to keep you happy.  

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NSFW Alphabet:

N (No)

There isn’t going to be much that you can do that will turn Naofumi off. The only thing that he’s really going to be turned off by is lying. He’s been burned too many times for it to be something that he’ll just overlook. Whether it’s a simple lie when the two of you are getting hot and heavy, or just a lie in general. 

A (Aftercare)

After a roll in the hay Naofumi is going to be the biggest cuddler that you’ve ever seen. You’re going to be wrapped up together for hours while he runs his fingers through your hair and rubs your back. He’ll pull you to him and hold you there for as long as he can. And once you’re asleep he’s going to hold you even more, making sure that you get the best sleep that you’ve gotten in a long time.  

O (Oral)

One of Naofumi’s favorite places to see you is going to be between his knees. He’ll gladly give it back, but he’s going to be a huge fan of receiving oral. He’s going to think you’re the most beautiful when you’re on your knees and vulnerable. And to return the favor, he’s going to make sure that you’re just as satisfied as he was. 

F (Favorite Position)

His favorite position is going to be taking you against the wall. He loves to be able to hold you up and give it his all while looking into your eyes. It leaves him completely in control. He’ll push you into the wall and use all his body weight to keep you up while his hips rut into you, his free hands wandering every inch of you. 

U (Unfair)

When you’re in private Naofumi is going to be a huge tease. He loves to see you squirm while he runs his hands over your body and puts his lips to each inch of exposed skin that he can find. And he’s going to love bringing you to the edge and leaving you begging for more when he backs himself away. 

M (Motivation)

If you really wanna get Naofumi going then all you have to do is call him Sir Hero. He loves the way that it sounds when it rolls from your lips. He hates hearing it from anyone other than you. He knows that you only share it for special nights, so it gets him moving very quickly. 

I (Intimacy)

Despite his love for teasing, Naofumi is going to be a very intimate person. You’re the most important person in his life and he wants you to know that. He always makes sure to tell you after each toss in the sheets how much he loves you and makes sure to call you plenty of pet names when you’re in the midst. He loves the looks you get whenever the name “baby” rolls off his tongue as he bottoms himself out inside of you. 

W (Wild Card)

Naofumi will never admit it to you, but before he met you he never really had much experience in the bedroom. He really didn’t get out with girls very much in his world, but that all changed when he met you in his new world. Naofumi loved that you wanted him to experience all these new things and he’s happy that you were the one that he was able to experience them with. 

T (Toys)

Naofumi isn’t really a fan of toys, but he doesn’t mind if you use them on yourself, he hates how much he loves watching you. He’s always happy to sit back and watch as your figure convulses under your own hands. And you love how much he always wants to jump you after. 

Taglist: @monic00l @strangeinternetwasteland @rowley-with-ackerman @chaoticsimptown @ellechanwrites @bonnisimpparker @impinthecloset

[sebstanseabass]

Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 22

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Tag: @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The next few weeks went by in utter bliss.

The days after the pitch presentation with the marketing team were spent shooting the models in Sam's building. When Bucky told me you'd had assistants for the shoot, you thought that he was just joking or just wanted to make you feel better but you knew now to believe everything he would tell you. It was the first time you'd had people help you work; the first time you had to order people around. You had people working for the lights, reflectors, fans, backdrops, wardrobe, and make-up. You also had people sitting behind two large desktops connected to your new camera to skim over the photos. You would head over there for every five minutes to look at the photos and if you found something that could work better, you'd have another round with the models.

Considering it was the first time you've handled professional models and athletes in photoshoots, you did excellent and handled everything smoothly. Even Sharon knew it, giving you a small reassuring smile from time to time.

Speaking of Sharon, she actually helped you with the models' wardrobe, and got every new clothing from their inventory, making sure everything and everyone were photographed. She was still walking around with her clipboard close to her chest. She never walked the grounds without it.

Sam would go in and out from time to time. With the other matters he had in his hands, countless partnership meetings on-site and online, it was understandable.

But you knew he trusted me in this. After all, you were partners in this project.

Meanwhile, Bucky had made himself comfortable watching you from the corner of the studio. He made himself too comfortable watching you the whole time you were working that the models thought he was planning something heinous. You laughed them off and told them you were dating.

"Isn't he too old for you?" One model had asked.

"Doesn't really matter to me." You turned your head and glanced at Bucky, his eyes glistening as he stared at you. You bit your lip and faced the model. "Plus, he's hot. I would be crazy not to jump on that."

If only Nat could hear you, you knew she'd be proud.

Even though the two-day shoots were brutal, you felt a sense of satisfaction wash over you. More when you finally had to do post-production the following week which meant editing the photos.

As promised, you spent your break time over at Bucky's penthouse, naked in his living room, his master bedroom, the kitchen, and his home office. Your legs would be trembling during the shoot but you persevered. You didn't want Bucky to see you weak while working, even though it turned him on. It wasn't helping that he was watching you the whole time. You couldn't see him but you always felt his eyes on you.

The Falcons' new release was set to be launched a month and a half later, just weeks after Bucky's birthday (I'll get to Bucky's birthday in a bit, 'cause that was a whole other thing kept at the back of my mind, you thought). There were still a lot of things happening with advertising and marketing such as the new website, and pages on social media platforms and new packaging.

After the project with Sam, your paycheck came one Monday morning in the mail. Peter kept asking you how much you were paid but you never told him because if you did, he'd let you pay the next six month's rent — and that wasn't even just for your half. It would be for the both of you. You would gladly pay of course, seeing that he's helped you enough financially but you wanted to invest this money to earn more. The paycheck wouldn't stop there, of course. Sam would still pay you if your photos ever get on billboards across any city or when he opens up a new branch.

Sam referred you to a couple more guys he knew. One who needed to photograph models for a skincare brand he'd been rebranding for the past couple of weeks and one who needed to photograph paintings to be sold online. They weren't as big as Sam's business but were big enough in the industry. The production of both were still in the talk.

The next day, you and Bucky went studio hunting downtown. Obviously, your little home studio wasn't fit for incoming clients and this was surely an investment you couldn't pass upon. After renting and earning more profit, you figured you could move into another studio and buy it; a permanent place where you could freely work.

While studio hunting, Bucky insisted to buy the place that you wanted — or better yet, buy a much bigger place so you wouldn't have to move to another studio. But you've already made up your mind. You told him you wanted to do this your own way, with the money you've earned. After signing the contract and lease with your name on it, Bucky hugged you from behind. The property agent eyed you.

"At least let me buy you something, doll." He whispered in your hair as soon as you were left alone. You stood at the center of the empty office, overlooking the busy streets of New York City through the glass walls.  "Please."

You met his arms with your hands, pulling him closer. You leaned on his chest, sighing at the comfort his arms gave you. "Even if I tell you no, I know you're still going to do it."

"You're damn right. Do you have anything in mind you might like?"

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Surprise me."

He chewed his inner cheeks before dipping his head to yours, your lips meeting each other. "Oh, I definitely will."

The next day, a whole studio setup filled the used-to-be-empty studio. Complete with backdrops, lights, light boxes, and reflectors. In your new office was a fully furnished desk, complete with a desktop setup where you could edit photos.

You looked at him with wide eyes, ready to lecture him that this was all too much and that you definitely made it clear that you wanted to do all of this by yourself.

Bucky had caught your expression early on, scared that you might have our first argument.

"Before you say anything, this wasn't all me. I figured out a loophole on how I could buy you the things you need for this studio and at the same time, still make you like me and would still make you want to rip my clothes off."

"What did you do this time, James?"

"All of this," he said, gesturing to all the equipment in the studio, "was both me and Sam. Think of it as an investment. If you can get more work and clients, then you can keep everything but if you can't, we'll pull them all out. When you afford to buy everything here, only then can you pay us. This little string here," he pointed to the both of you, "is just business."

You looked at him in disbelief. "Just business?"

He bit his lip. "Okay, maybe a bit of pleasure too."

"A bit?"

"Maybe a whole lot." He shrugged.

"And the whole idea was... just you?"

"Just me, sweetheart. Plain James Buchanan Barnes. You get me, you get the whole package."

"And besides money what will you get out of this little investment idea of yours?"

"I have little care about the money, honestly." He said. "But I'm doing all this for you and you is all I care about."

"You're damn lucky I like you, James."

"Like me enough to have some hot sex right here, right now?"

You smirked, pressing your crotch against his, teasing him. "I get the whole package, right?"

Bucky took you from behind. Your tight skirt hiked up to your waist. Your tits bouncing against the fabric of the beige curtains, your hands gripping them as hard as you could as Bucky thrusted himself hard and deep behind you, his hands either on your hips, your hair, your neck or your breasts. And as you both finished, the curtain rod broke in half, making you and Bucky topple on the ground, the huge curtains falling down on your bodies. The bright sun radiating across the room, the view of the streets startling you.

Laughter filled the room as you stared at each other. The look of exhaustion still evident in your faces and body.

"You're buying me new curtains." You breathed out.

"Me?" He chuckled. "You're the one who pulled them off!"

"The reason why was you."

"I have a better idea."

"I doubt that."

"We should just get these windows tinted." He smirked under the curtains and rolled over towards you, his arms wrapped around your waist. "That way we could just ravish each other in front of this goddamn city without anyone ever seeing us. How does that sound, doll?"

You hummed, brushing your nose against his. "Tempting."

"Is that a yes?"

You shrugged, pulling away from him. "You have to convince me more, Mr. Barnes."

"Oh babydoll, you're gonna regret saying those words."

The following weeks with Bucky was all you could ever ask for but it was getting harder and harder to hide all of this from Peter. Your time together was spent in the confines of Bucky's expensive penthouse when he wasn't in meetings and when you weren't busy finishing the setup in your new studio.

All day you'd cuddle up, watch movies, read books, and just talk more about the beauty and perils of life.

You couldn't go out that much because you couldn't risk Peter or any of Peter's friends to see you and Bucky around. When you visited the bar one day and told Nat all about it, she told you to go to places Peter and any of his friends will never be at.

"Besides, isn't Peter always working?" She asked as you sat down on the booth.

"We still don't want to risk it."

"So, go with my plan."

"Hey," you said, finally thinking her idea was a good one, "how's it going with Steve?"

She shrugged, chewing on her lower lip. You eyed her suspiciously. "Uh-oh, what's wrong?"

"It's still good but..." she paused, her eyes strained. "He's been acting strange lately."

"Isn't he always?" You chuckled. "You may not notice this 'cause you're sleeping with him but he's a bit peculiar for a man his age. Always cramped up in that little office of his. Seriously, how on earth do you have sex in there?"

"I'm bendy, bitch."

"Never should've asked." You mumbled, getting the picture of Nat, well, bending, out of your head.

"Anyway," she sighed, "it's just... he's acting really weird. I can't even begin to explain it. I think something happened."

"Do you think it's about you two?"

"I doubt that." She frowned. "I just know it's something else."

"You want me to talk to him? I'm like a little sister to him." You replied. "Sorta. It's a weird dynamic, I know."

"Sure, if you ever catch him in the office. He's barely even here."

You nodded, taking the new information in. "Now, that's a whole level of weird for Steve."

"Maybe he's just having problems with the bar or something." You shrugged.

"If he did, he'd be here in the bar. I tried talking to him but he says he's just fine. I don't know, I'm just letting him be. It's not like we're in a relationship."

You and Nat talked a bit more about Steve right before her shift started. Then the next day, you gave Bucky a map and marked all the places you could go to without risking being seen. Brooklyn was the only place Peter would never go to. You thought about Queens but May, Peter's aunt, lives around that area.

Brooklyn was no Upper West or Upper East side but it didn't matter to you or to Bucky. You had each other; just the two of us — in the restaurant & lounge, movie theater (where we always end up making out), Barnes & Noble, local coffee shops (where we read the books we've bought), and in the streets of Brooklyn. Strolling hand in hand, stealing kisses on every empty corner, and you taking photos and videos of the beautiful landscape, and the beautiful man who managed to steal your heart.

All the rendezvous with Bucky felt like you were a married woman having an affair — without the secret handwritten letters.

But everything was in place and your heart was full. It was so full it could almost explode.

Spending all the time in his penthouse, in Brooklyn and your studio made me miss your rooftop. A place you've claimed yours and Bucky's; a place he'd claimed you his, and he, yours. You wished we could just go there freely, without having to worry Peter seeing you together doing unspeakable things to one another.

And yes, telling Peter was getting much harder as the month went by.

Back in the Upper West Side, nothing much was going on in the bar. You barely see Steve (though according to Nat, he comes in the bar every now and then), Nat was still Nat of course (and nothing much had changed in whatever was going on between her and Steve), Nick got better at making drinks (thank the heavens for that), Sam would give you constant updates whenever he came with Bucky in the bar, and Peter had been having problems with his marketing team and Wanda's vision for the clothing line they landed.

Now that was something you couldn't believe and was the reason you and Bucky kept postponing on telling him.

Peter was constantly in a bad mood. It got to one point where he wanted to quit the team.

After that, you went to pay Wanda a visit at her studio. You found her sitting in her office in deep thoughts. She was surprised to see you but managed to put on a smile when she approached you with a hug. You offered if you could get coffee from a coffee shop down the block and there you talked about the conflict happening between her and Peter's team.

Boy, when you and Sharon had had an argument, you thought that was already big. But Wanda's case was much bigger.

"This isn't a collaboration anymore. It feels like my artistic vision has no place in it. It's like they're telling me, 'hey, you have a camera just shoot whatever we want you to shoot the way we want it to be shot.' I keep telling them that's not how it works. They keep throwing in my face that they hired me, that they're paying me." Wanda being Wanda, kept on and on and on. "... and that roommate of yours is no help either. He just stays silent the whole time during those god awful meetings. We're already behind track and apparently it's my fault. Can you believe it? God, I don't know what to do. I've never had a marketing team work alongside me before! Have you at least talked to Peter about it?"

You raised your eyebrows, taking a sip of the coffee. "Oh, I wouldn't wanna talk to Parker. He's been in quite a mood."

"Too bad, I was kind of hoping you could knock some sense into him. Should I just quit?"

You talked for about two hours in the coffee shop catching up. It felt kind of rude to talk to her about The Falcons but she insisted. And she genuinely looked and sounded so happy for you, which made you feel a bit guilty for being so envious of her success.

You parted ways in her studio but before you could even get out of her office and go to Brooklyn to meet with Bucky, Wanda called out your name and handed you a film camera.

And it wasn't just any film camera. It was yours — the one that she borrowed back in college.

"It's long overdue, y/n. I was just finding the right time to give it back to you."

You gave her a reassuring smile, telling her it's okay. Hell, you even forgot you lended it to her until today. "Thanks, Wanda."

"I haven't had the film developed, by the way. I took a couple of photos before realizing I've run out. I didn't want to get them developed since most of the photos are yours."

After that, you convinced Bucky to go to some shops in Brooklyn where you could get them developed but he insisted you should just make the little spare room in the studio into a dark room. You didn't know why you agreed but you did, anyway. Bucky always had a way with words. Or perhaps it was because of his intoxicating voice. Either way, you were addicted to every part of him. He could try to persuade you in gibberish and you'd still say yes.

It was already the week before Bucky's birthday. You've already met with your new clients, began planning pre-production, and almost finished setting up the studio, yet your brain was still racking what on earth to get Bucky for his birthday.

Howard picked you up in your studio an hour after your meetings and thanked him as you got out. Leonard greeted you inside and led you towards the elevator that goes right up to Bucky's penthouse.

Bucky just came out of his study when you greeted him with a kiss, his phone in his hand.

"So, who was on the phone? Parker?" You asked as soon as you sat down on the couch.

"That was Tony."

You pursed your lips and nodded, caressing the top of his head. "Tony's been calling you a lot lately." You commented, recalling the times you've seen Tony's name on Bucky's phone screen. "Is everything fine?"

"It's kind of weirding me out too, doll but this time, I kind of figured why he called."

You frowned and stopped playing with his hair. "What do you mean?"

"It's the first time in five years I'm in New York for my birthday and knowing him, I know he'd throw me this huge party." Bucky chuckled. "And I couldn't say no because well... It's Tony — "

You smiled at him. "That's really sweet of him! He must've been missing you a lot."

"I'm not done yet, doll." He placed his finger on your lips.

You giggled and hid how easily that gesture turned you on.

"The birthday party has a theme." With his finger still on your lips, you waited for him to finish. Something you always anticipated in bed. "It's the Great Gatsby."

Your mouth fell agape, smiling at him. In your head, you were already seeing him in a neat, dazzling vintage suit. "Oh my god, why do you look so glum? It sounds like a great party!"

He shrugged. "Honestly, I just want to spend my birthday with you." He pecked your lips then whispered. "No fancy party. Just you."

You kissed him back, then placed your head on his shoulder. "I'd love that too, boo but I'm nothing compared to a Great Gatsby party."

"You couldn't be more wrong, sweetheart." He sighed, pulling you up to his lap. "I'd choose you over any fancy party. I just want you."

"You still have to go, Bucky."

He groaned, dipping his head on your shoulder as he pulled you closer, his hands tight on the sides of your thighs. "I don't want to."

"You have to." You giggled, lifting his head. You put your hands on his jaws, looking straight at him. "Okay?"

"I'm turning thirty-nine in a week, y/n. I'm too old for a costume party."

"Puh-lease." You scoffed. "You streaked in the streets of Greece when you turned thirty-four and you're telling me you're too old for a costume party?"

He groaned, throwing his head back. "Why do you always bring that up, doll?"

"It's one of my favorite stories I've been told about my boyfriend." You smirked, bringing his head back in between his shoulders. "It would be my favorite if I were with you."

Bucky sent you a glare. "No way am I letting other people see you naked. Never in a million years."

You shrugged. "You almost did when we had sex that one time in my office, Buck. Come on, go to the party. It's your party, anyway."

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. He tucked it behind your ear. You smiled at the gesture. "If anything, it's Tony's party, Not mine. He's sort of a diva."

"He's still throwing it because of you. Come on, boo."

A moment of silence occurred.

"You're coming with me, then." He replied. "I'm not going if you're not going."

You hummed, looking up at the ceiling. "Let's see... A party with my boyfriend, his adoptive father who's one of the richest people ever to exist on this planet, and his stepbrother. Well, it's a party but not that fancy."

He moaned. "Then be my date in secret. Come on, doll, we've been really good at it. We can sneak out for a few minutes and make out. That way, I could still be with you."

You knitted your brows. "That sounds more like Romeo and Juliet. Not the Great Gatsby."

He chuckled, kissing the tip of your nose. "Come on, y/n. It's my birthday. Don't I get special treatment on my special day?"

You looked at him with narrowed eyes, knowing he would never drop this. The worry of a party with the person you had been avoiding the past month was settling inside but Bucky's arms around your waist made that all disappear.

"Fine." You sighed. "Your wish is my command, Mr. Barnes."

Bucky smiled in victory, leaning in closer to your face. His lips brushed against yours. "Wishes, baby. That's not the only wish I want."

"You have two more then."

"Oh wait, I should rub you first after making a wish, right?"

You shook your head. "Don't push it."

He sneered, carefully rubbing your thighs. "My second wish would be me buying you a dress but don't let me see it until my birthday comes."

You hadn't had any chance to argue because well, it would be his birthday. And you couldn't resist Bucky.

I don't think I ever could.

"Deal." You sealed it with a small kiss then stood up from his lap. "Only if you let me go shopping now,"

"Now? Like, right now? It's a bit too early, don't you think?"

You nodded and gave him a playful smile. "It is. I just wanted to tease you with a little secret I'll be bringing home with me tonight."

"Oh no," he reached out his arms, "don't do that to me. Come on, get back here. I have a better idea."

You sighed, getting back on his lap, straddling him. "Of course, you do."

"I'll have someone over here tomorrow. I'll have one of the best dressmakers here to make you something gorgeous. How does that sound?"

"It sounds expensive." You warned. "But wonderful. I'll be here in the morning."

After spending another hour at Bucky's, discussing what could've been his birthday plans with me (a simple rooftop dinner, where we could get drunk and have drunk sex underneath the tent — that was just one of the crazy options he offered), you went straight to the bar and looked for Nat, hoping she could help me what to get for Bucky on his birthday.

As you got there, you barged inside only to find the bar empty. You looked around, wondering why there were no people inside only to realize it was two in the afternoon and it was a Monday. You looked back on the door, wondering why it was open. Then, it hit you: Steve. He must be here.

"Steve?" You called out as you neared his office. "Steve, you here?"

No answer.

You knocked on the door and called out his name one more time but you were only met with silence. Without hesitation, you opened Steve's door. You were greeted with a pile of papers. It was like they were growing from the ground.

"Steve?" You called out once more but there was still no answer. You walked around the room to find more papers. You picked one up, seeing it was a newspaper dated back 2012. It was an article about an explosion that happened in the Upper East Side. But you couldn't see the details since only the headline was in sight. It seemed like the whole article had been cut or shredded.

You wondered if Steve was the one who wrote it.

It was the first time you ever got a good look in his office. Inside were dusty. To think that he spends most of his time here, he'd bother to clean once in a while.

On the back of his table were a bunch of photographs lined up. Some of his family, you assumed, fishing on a lake. Then, something caught your eye: a small framed picture that was facing down.

Curious, you slowly picked it up.

An audible gasp came out of your mouth when you saw the photo.

It was Bucky and Steve.