#Oh wow this absolutely captivated my eyes and wow

[love-belle]

today and tomorrow and every day after that !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their fall-in-love-again era is them pretending as if they haven't already made it till forever.

or

for when it'll be them today, tomorrow and then a day after that. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // max verstappen x fem!reader

prequel - i should hate you ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

author's note - it's 3am and im tired. thank u and i hope u like it <3

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yourusername his big wet eyes and loser personality have captivated me

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username NO WAY SHE POSTED HIM AFTER MONTHS FOR RADIO SILENCE

username GIRL WHAT

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-> yourusername sorry bb he cried until i gave in

-> maxverstappen1 stop spreading lies

username the way i js relaxed and it wasn't even my relationship like DAMN

username im a child of TOGETHER parents

username i need this

danielricciardo i better be the godfather of your vaginal demons

-> yourusername pls take back ur bf heidiberger_

-> heidiberger_ timeout. NOW.

-> maxverstappen1 why only HER vaginal demons. i helped too

-> danielricciardo yeah for like 2 seconds

-> yourusername STOP TALKING ABT MT VAGINAL DEMONS

-> yourusername oh god

-> username "i helped too" LMFAOAOAOAN WTF

maxverstappen1 this is cyber bullying

-> yourusername stfu i love those photos like fetus maximus ❤️

-> maxverstappen1 that's not my name and you know it

-> yourusername honestly u should he HONOURED that u share a name with maximus the horse 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

username who needs reality tv when u have this comments section

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username don't post me unless the caption is "his big wet eyes and loser personality have captivated me"

maxverstappen1 i don't have a loser personality

-> yourusername u wear skinny jeans

-> username gagged him

-> username no bc they need to GO

maxverstappen1 okay but i could be your loser boyfriend, you ever think of that?

-> yourusername ur already my loser husband wdym

-> danielricciardo GIRL

-> maxverstappen1 wow

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-> maxverstappen1 real mature

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username giggling rn he's so babygirl i love him

lilymhe run away with me

-> yourusername absolutely

-> maxverstappen1 aren't you MY wife

-> lilymhe divorce exists

-> yourusername she has a point

username im paralysed like WHAT DO U MEAN THEY'RE MARRIED

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maxverstappen1 something about how i'd marry you with paper rings and in this case, a string (or $1 rings from vending machine)

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maxverstappen1 i did not write the caption

-> maxverstappen1 y/n wrote this caption

-> yourusername i did not write this caption

username bitches be crying bc two people who do not know her at all are being cute and parents i am bitches

username she can spit on me

-> username she can ruin me actually

username nah ur not ginna distract us w this post WE NEED ANSWERS

-> username FRRRR LIKE WDYM UR HER HUSBAND

username pretty people (max and y/n) ruining it for the others (me)

username last slide made my heart crack

charles_leclerc i have heard you sing that little song to yourself. you wrote this caption.

-> maxverstappen1 i hope you like my rear

-> yourusername no bc he actually does

-> charles_leclerc i mean...

-> maxverstappen1 are we about to kiss right now?

-> alexandrasaintmleux does this mean......yourusername

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-> username what in the world is happening in this comments section

username everyday i wake up against my will and lose a part of myself knowing that my wife was snatched up by a vroom vroom mutation

username max it's ok to love ur wife!!!!!!!! we do too!!!!!!!!

-> maxverstappen1 she's not my wife. referring to her as such damages my reputation

-> yourusername i hope u like the doghouse

-> maxverstappen1 fun fact! we don't have a dog

-> yourusername new fact! now we do

-> maxverstappen1 uh

-> username i live for y/n terrorizing max every moment of the day

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username someone sedate me...........is max being romantic (?????????) on the main

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username lord what have i done wrong

danielricciardo as if you're not literally sitting on her lap right now

-> maxverstappen1 she tripped me

-> yourusername u literally told me that u would commit heinous crimes if i didn't let u sit on my lap

-> maxverstappen1 you tripped me

-> username i need to put his brain under a microscope and js SEE

-> username no bc how he goes from point a to point b needs to be scientifically studied

username don't mind me js going crazy over the fact that my parents MAY be married

yourusername u told me that i was the one who should propose

-> maxverstappen1 yes

-> yourusername and then snatched my ring and proposed to ME with MY ring

-> maxverstappen1 yes

-> yourusername yeah lemme js 🧠🔬

yourusername in any case, the answer would be fuck no ❤️

-> maxverstappen1 i'm calling christian and telling him that you're bullying his first driver.

yourusername IT'S A LOVE STORY BABY JS SAY YES!!!!!!!! (yes)

-> maxverstappen1 uh, i already asked charles_leclerc so...

-> charles_leclerc sorry

-> yourusername homwrecker

-> charles_leclerc there was no home to wreck

-> yourusername yeah i'll js sing boyfriend by dove cameron to alex instead

username this comments section is what keeps me up at night

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yourusername babygirl u are a very freak and strange. i am deeply in love with u. all jokes aside, we made it. i know we got married like weeks ago but marrying u like FOR REAL has been the most beautiful moment of my life. i wanna spend everyday with u, in this life and all the others. vegas was a trip but even then, it was perfect with u, the one i was marrying and as taylor swift said "i like shiny things but i'd marry u with paper rings" or in our case, $1 rings from the vending machine. i wanna go to museums with u and point to pictures with weird guys and say "that's u". i wanna dance in the kitchen with u. i wanna look back after decades at all these memories and laugh, knowing that my now-self made the best decision. i love u even if u have me saved as "DO NOT ANSWER ❌" in ur phone. i think forever would be nice with u or till death do us apart (or someone in a suit if this escalates to a divorce).

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username give me a minute. or a year

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username PLEASE IM CRYING WHATCTYENFUCK

username they 😭 got 😭 married 😭

username IM CRYING WHATTTEYEGDHDJD

carmenmmundt all my love to both of you !! i love you and you deserve nothing but happiness 🤍 thank you so much for letting me be a part of your special day

-> yourusername carmen 🤍🤍🤍 u own my heart and thank UUUUUU for being a part of my big day

username "i think forever would be nice with u or till death do us apart (or someone in a suit if this escalates to a divorce)" y/n y/l/n how does it feel to be the most hilarious person ever 🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤

username im in SHAMBLES rn what the fuck

username someone sedate me bc there's NO way this is real

landonorris good luck because he's with you till you decompose

-> maxverstappen1 i'll go with her into the afterlife too like who the fuck she trying to meet there

-> yourusername bold of u to assume you'd even get in

-> maxverstappen1 is this what married life is like???

username i am unwell

username "i wanna go to museums with u and point to pictures with weird guys and say "that's u"" THIS IS TRUE LOVE

username and adding onto my 262728292 reasons

username the caption has me shaking on the floor gasping for breath

username i have PRAYED for times like these

username FUCJ YESHSHHSJSJSJS

danielricciardo the best night even though i don't remember any of it

-> yourusername u tried to set our marriage certificate on fire saying "it's set in stone now"

-> danielricciardo doing god's work

-> username no bc y/nmax nation would be in RUINS if it weren't for daniel

username sobbing they're soooo parents now it's crazy

username i js woke up whatcthebfufk

username AHSHSJJKKSSKAKSJSJKS

maxverstappen1 never changing your contact name

-> yourusername this is so not sexie new husband of u

maxverstappen1 we look lovely

-> yourusername yes we do

maxverstappen1 mrs. y/l/n-verstappen

-> yourusername mr. verstappen-y/l/n

username YELLING THIS IS REVOLUTIONARY

username screeching when will it be my turn

username never ever ever getting over this caption

username this will go down in history for YEARS to come

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maxverstappen1 never really did sappy posts but this means the world to me and i guess there's a first (???) time for everything. all i can say is that i truly cannot wait to spend all my days with you and go to sleep thinking that i can't wait to do it again tomorrow. and i think, there's nothing more lovelier than that. you once told me that i deserved the world, i hope we get to see it together. i wanna hear how your day was, today and tomorrow and every day after that. but before getting to all those tomorrows, here's to our forever that's summed up for me in a small moment.

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username shut up and think about what u did

username i can't cry im in class WHY WOULD U DO THIS TO ME

username no bc this is literally my last straw ENOUGH

username "here's to our forever that's summed up for me in a small moment" THIS DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE AND IT MADE ME SOB

username no bc he had no RIGHT to post this

username girlypop im still recovering from y/n's post give me 4-5 business years

username not cool max verstappen not COOL.

username tears are streaming down my face what the actual fuck

landonorris okay i shed a few tears

-> maxverstappen1 mate you were sobbing while giving your speech

-> landonorris I SUFFERED THE MOST OKAY

-> username no bc lando is their ACTUAL child of divorce

username this is ASTRONOMICAL like this is INSANE

username the bar is so high it js looks like a dash at this point

username everyone go home. max js won

-> maxverstappen1 winning on and off track

-> yourusername u cried when i beat u in mario kart

-> maxverstappen1 I CAN'T DRIVE

-> yourusername UR A PROFESSIONAL DRIVER

username further proof of if he wanted to he would

username "i truly cannot wait to spend all my days with you and go to sleep thinking that i can't wait to do it again tomorrow" js take me swiftly and now

username IN LOVE WITH THEIR WEDDING AESTHETIC LIKE IT EATS SO HARD

username i've prayed for times like these ❤️

charles_leclerc can't believe you would cheat on me

-> maxverstappen1 might just leave her for you

-> yourusername is this a bad time to tell u both that im already seeing someone???? alexandrasaintmleux

-> alexandrasaintmleux my angel ❤️

-> charles_leclerc wait a minute

-> maxverstappen1 now hold on

username live for men are unapologetically in love with their partners like there's nothing more sexy than that

username liar every single post abt y/n has been a sappy post

-> maxverstappen1 she holds me hostage every time

-> yourusername divorce papers look so sexy rn

username IT'S BEEN SUCH A LONG JOURNEY Y'ALL WE MADE IT

username my babies ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

danielricciardo tell lando i'm the godfather

-> landonorris he WON'T because you're NOT

-> maxverstappen1 guys we don't even have a baby

-> danielricciardo obviously we're talking about the future. your swimmers ain't THAT competitive unlike you

-> yourusername BAHAHAHAHA PLEASE UR SO WRONG FOR THAT

-> maxverstappen1 and you're officially out of the godfather contestants

username need a documentary on this like my life depends on this bc it DOES

username i never will be moving on from this post

yourusername i love u i love u i love u i love u i love u i love u

-> maxverstappen1 likewise

-> yourusername yeah i'll just

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yourusername ty

-> maxverstappen1 have a sense of humour

-> yourusername i married u what's funnier than THAT

-> username CLEARED HIM

-> username LFMSOAOAOAO

yourusername nice caption, wonder who edited it 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

-> maxverstappen1 i don't know, this girl who follows me everywhere and calls me maximus

-> yourusername she sounds cute

-> maxverstappen1 yeah, she really is

yourusername nvm idgaf I LOVEEEEEE YOU

-> maxverstappen1 i love you more

yourusername husband

-> maxverstappen1 wife

username giggling rn im sooooo happy

username i will show this to my kids

[idontcare4urmom]

wrong || matt sturniolo

stepbrother!matt x fem!reader

summary: where your dad found a new woman on his life after one year of your mom's death,so you are forced to live all together after a lot of pressure,but what you didn't know yet is that her son is a total temping being that will send you over the edge..in many ways.

warnings: smuttt,unprotected sex,not proofread,porn with plot,dirty talk,eating out,pet-names,suggestive,scratching,tits sucking,etc.

a/n: my first language is not English,this sure has some grammar or other errors so i am sorry<3

."🎀".

"what the fuck you mean we have to move in with her?" you were basically shouting on your dad,and you weren't sure if you were more annoyed at the fact that he had moved on so far already or cause he didn't even cared to ask you if you acknowledge with it.

"i told you too many times that this is a very big and important step to me honey,besides her place is absolutely flawless,you will love it" his words only made you angrier,but you decided not to push it anymore since you knew deep down it would be waste of time,he had made his decision.

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the days passed quickly,and you found yourself holding your suitcase in front of a captivating building that would change a part of your life for many years,at least your dad did not lie,it was trully more than luxurious,so with a deep sigh you walked until the doorway with him,your anxious levels on high.

after a few knocks the door opened to reveal a surprisingly tall,appealing woman standing there,with brunette silky highlights and a pretty good enough shaped body,the sight made you furrow although you could tell why your father had fallen for her.you were caught off guard when you were the one she even pulled into an embrace first and seemed in general eager to meet you.

"oh sweetie your dad has told me many things about you,i am Lana,come in,come in" you didn't had much time to process because she was pushing your hand gently inside,your eyes widening as you took in the house with your eyes,it was for sure bringing vibes of a cozy,modern place.

you didn't want to be in your normal pissy mood for the reason that she was treating you politely for now,so you made a small comment "wow,the decoration is really nice"

"oh thank you,i want you to be comfortable and feel welcomed here,you can go check the guest room that will be your own,is down the hall,if you need any help just call out my name" you nodded a little and began making your way towards the apparently new space you will probably spend most of the day at.

but,without realizing a sudden unrecognized human figure appeared in front of you while making it's way to another room,making you leave a small yelp from your lips "who are you?"

the blye eyed boy raised an eyebrow once he heard the question,letting a sarcastic laugh as he spoke "very ironic for someone to ask when they are the one in my house" oh? well he had sure attitude for the few seconds you had met him. you were about to say something in response even so he continued, a sheepish grin forming on his lips when he examined your presence through his dark eyelashes "wait..you must be my stepsister"

"huh?" was the only word you could express,you were incredibly confused--who was he? "i am Lana's son, Matt,no one informed you about me?" it was like he was able to read your thoughts,it only creeped you out more.

"no..my father must forgot to announce your existence to me" the words snarked out of your tongue as you were trying hard to act sassy,but for a disguise,cause shit the more you were observeting him the more perfect he got.

he had the necessary amount of beard to sense in case he ever trailed kisses down your body,his blue orbs seemed like they could stare deep into your soul yet in a enjoyable way,and hell those fingers were too distracting for no reason,especially with those silver rings that were practically begging for attention.just any of his facial features were ideal--however you weren't supposed to fall for him,it would be wrong.

you snapped out of your thoughts when there was a sound of a familiar voice snapping across the end of the hall,approaching the both of you excitedly,even though she was addresing specifically to you "i see you guys met,sorry darlin' i forgot to have a quick chat with you about that i have a kid..anyway he may be a pain sometimes but i am sure you will get along well with him"

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two weeks have passed,and she was completely wrong.every day the urge of smashing a bottle on top of his head is only increasing,he would suddenly barg into your bedroom searching for his own belongings,asserting that he often lost things by accident since he is being here from time to time--why? his set-up pc is on your area for years now.

despite that,his own bedroom is just a few steps away from yours,you have been struggling with sleeping peacefully cause he would blast music on his speaker at 2-3 am,you are almost confirmed that he must be doing it on purpose--and it doesn't end here,there is worse.

you are aware of a guy having 'needs' so the occasional echo of moaning could be heard to you from the thin paper walls,you swear that it's music to your ears and you feel like your mind is sabotaging you.he is annoying,that though didn't stopped you from having a weird desire rising in you for him,a pang on your chest with guilt for possessing the most unholy fantasizes whenever he would roam around in just a pair of sweatpants.

with all this being said,you produced a baffling bond with Matt,signs showing that he is on the same page as you,which leads you to today.laying down on your bed with your phone on your hands,stressfully ignoring his presence a few meters away.him entirely concentrated on his screen computer playing--God knows what--video games,with the controller on his hands.the silense more than unbearable.

you were determined to prove to yourself that maybe you can spend some time with him,you took advantage of him not wearing any headphones and lightly tapped his shoulder,pointing towards the black console afterwards "can i try?" you anticipated for his response,silently hoping that he doesn't mind.

Matt was kind of surpised by your request,nevertheless he had finished the round so he nodded "umh..sure" he slid off from the gaming chair while handing you the controller,your fingers barely brushing with his yet enough to make your head spinning.

you rested your body on the mesh fabric as he sat on the bed,and with a glance of the buttons you were clueless of the task in hand,not having any idea on how to participate in the online game.luckily,he noticed the confused look written on your face so he came next to you and started to make a fast learning lesson,

he taught you how to jump,how to run,how to kill,and other features you require to have in case of a proper match.as he did so,you caught him taking a few glimpses of your chest--it's not like he could help it,your crop top was exposing a certain amount of your cleavage,making it hard for him to focus.

a devilish smile curled to your face when you noticed,feeling bold enough to adjust down the shirt such as leaving only your breasts covered--matt could feel his heart beat raising,the temperature of the room turning thick once he stopped talking.

"can you show me how to jump again? i don't think i get it" you spoke,a hint of suggestiveness leaking from your tone--and he didn't want more than just to devour you right there, your father and his mother had left for shopping,so you were both totally alone which sent shivers down your back,

the tension bloomed into a insufferable feeling between the two of you,causing your breath to hitch around your throat,especially when you felt his fingers starting to touch yours fully in attempt to answer your previous 'request'.a hushed gasp breaking out from you when there was a unexpected hand gesture tracing your thigh in a agonizingly pace--screw this.

with a smooth shift of your face and waist you palmed his cheeks,bringing his lips to yours into a fiery dance.he didn't hesitate to shove his tongue in your mouth,impatiently exploring your taste before nipping down your bottom lip,eliciting a moan from you that get's shallowed against him,

the sound you made vibrated through matt's whole body,landing directly straight to his core and he could feel his jeans growing tight around his crotch,he didn't ever remembered himself getting hard from just a making out session--he craved more,he needed more,and so did you.

his hands started travelling their way to your stomach,crawling upwards until he squeezed your nipples over the fabric of your top and reaching to lift it up, "is this okay?" you nodded desperately at the question,he didn't wasted time by taking it off over your head,unclasping with one motion your bra afterwards to shower your bare chest with open-mouthed kisses,

your hums of approval soon turned into whimpers when he wrapped his mouth on the flesh of your left breast,swirling his tongue around it while his hand pinched the other between his free fingers,he repeated his actions by giving the same treatment to your right one after.

with a loud pop he pulled away,slowly reaching under the gaming chair so he is on his knees,his eye pupils half-lidded and fluttering over your face before he yanks off your shorts with panties,exposing your already wet dripping pussy to his hungry gaze,

"fuck you are soaked,how long have you been dreaming this? have you been waiting for me to finally pleasure you sweetheart?" you could him mutter cooing through gritted teeth,licking at your thighs in a intractable speed as he itches towards the arching spot in between your legs,lavishing his attention there as he made a long stripe up on your clit,making you buck your hips against his face shamelessly,

your nails found his hair,gripping and tugging on it for support,dragging a hiss from his mouth as he began to lap on your juices like you were his last meal,you started riding his face while whining pathetically,the obsence resounds filling the room as he continued to satisfy you.

his index finger rubbed your entrance,letting you shaking for more and barely hearing his gagged whispers "you taste so fucking amazing,such an intoxicating cunt",your lower abdomen started quivering into the familiar knot,reminding you of your approaching release,making you clench uncontrollably around his mouth,

"come on,finish all over face baby" matt sneered out when he sucked on robs of your pre-cum, your lips forming a perfect 'o' shape in the same time you swirled your digits on his roots so his head is forced to be still there,with a long pornographic moan you erupted,spurting thick,white jets that made your legs glistening.

after pulling away he swooped you into his arms,carrying you bridal-style on the mattress of the bed,him laying down firstly before grasping your sides stronly,helping you to be on top of him as he guided your hips so you can push against his clothed erection,the sensation maddening for the both of you.

your still sensitive heat grinded back and forth,feeling his cock poking under you so your hands progress to tug the zipper of his jeans down,sliding them down along with his boxers to his ankles in a way of exposing his throbbing tip,you usually didn't liked how dicks looked but matt's was different; a needy tenderness to have it deep inside you,he adjusted with ease the head down your folds,and with no doubt you sinked down on his length.

a unbidden squeal slipped from you as he grunted repeatedly,his grunts turned into loud groans of pure filthiness as soon as you started bouncing yourself,your tight walls squelching him, sending him closer to the edge even though it hadn't passed a minute of you riding him,his back arching forward which gave you the opportunity of scratching down the skin of his behind shoulders,

"such a good girl,fucking yourself on your stepbrother's cock, such a whore f'me" his words actually made you feel pitiful yet encouraging your movements to speed up their pace,his hips thrusting up to meet yours so he can pound into your hole frequently, "c-close" you panted out,your second orgasm increasing through you as your walls clinged around him,the actions driving matt insane "going to fill you up,do you want that? do you want me to cum inside you?"

you miserably sobbed in bliss and let a ''hphm'' of approval,before you knew it matt had busted,his climax exploding extremely hard into your pussy,following suit after him with your head throwed back and stopping after a minute so you can pull yourself out of him,both of you being a panting mess,

"that was incredible" "i am never letting you to even enter my room again"

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evelyn speaks!! thank you so much for 250 followers jixijcmjg,my last post with Matt got more than 800 notes likeee insane,thank you ALL for the support it means everything xoxo🤍🤍

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[queers-gambit]

Damage Done

prompt: The Winter Soldier is activated and Bucky's lover is unlucky enough to be in proximity.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Widow!reader

fandom masterlist: Marvel

word count: 5.4k+

note: oh, wow, Cherry wrote Bucky NOT in a Mafia AU?

warnings: takes place during Civil War, absolutely no plot - author just doesn't know how to shut the fuck up. cursing, violence, established relationship, small angst, injury, blood, hurt and comfort, Winter Soldier antics, choking, abrupt ending, maybe domestic violence? it's the WS.

it's really not that bad, it's not terribly descriptive but still tread carefully if triggered by these topics.

"Keep them together," Agent Everett Ross commanded, a little man with a raging Napoleon Complex, gesturing at you and Bucky; the latter held in mobile, restrictive captivity. "He doesn't play nice if he doesn't see her, or so it's said," his eyes rolled.

"You're making a huge mistake!" You barked, struggling in the restraints they had you wrapped in.

"No, I don't think so," he sneered, approaching you as Bucky's unit kept moving. "I think the mistake was letting you out of anyone's sight. Tell me, how long have you been in cahoots with the Winter Soldier?"

"He's not the Winter Soldier anymore, you jackass, he's a person! A real, live human being! His name's James but he prefers Bucky! He likes plums," you were yanked away, still snarling, "his favorite color is blue, likes motorcycles, he has real guilt over his past transgressions, and you've got the wrong guy!"

"Oh, right, like you're the best judge of character," Ross laughed.

"Natasha! Nat! Fucking tell him!" You pleaded, struggling in the hold of the men who kept iron clad restraint on you and were starting to drag you away. "You've got the wrong guy! Bucky didn't do this! I wouldn't lie - not to you, Natasha! Tell him!"

"That's touching, really sweet," Ross mocked, rolling his eyes as you were finally overpowered and lead away.

"Hang on a second," Nat muttered, sharing a look with Tony. "Was her DNA or facial recognition anywhere at the UN? Anywhere near where the bomb was set off?"

"What's that matter - "

"Since they met, they've not parted ways," Nat spelled out. "He won't go anywhere without her - you, yourself, are keeping them together for interrogation - "

"It's just easier," Ross scoffed.

"No, you know..." She blinked in confusion, "You know, Bucky won't talk unless she's there - you know he'll be ten times as difficult if she's not in the room."

"So?"

"So, in the past two years, have you heard about him without her? Have you seen her without him?"

"Nobody's seen or heard from either of them," Ross shook his head.

"Exactly," she nodded, lungs tightening with nerves. "If you can't find evidence of her being in Vienna... Bucky might not be your guy... Besides, they're both trained to avoid cameras - "

"Mistakes are made," Ross waved off.

"Not by two highly trained assassins like them," she snapped. "Check the files, go back - look! Actually look, run her scans through facial recognition - if you don't find her, it wasn't Bucky."

"You're so sure?" Tony asked skeptically.

"I know her," Natasha nodded, "better than anyone. She's as good as my sister, she's as good as blood. I know her. I know she wouldn't run this risk - "

"Then you also know she wouldn't get caught," Ross laughed.

"Neither would Bucky."

The silence stretched, but Ross was stubborn; sneering at the Avengers and taking his leave with his own plan of action in mind. He left Tony and Natasha to deal with Sam and Steve as he went to observe the interrogation. When he got before the monitors, he watched as it took four different men to restrain you enough to hoist your locks up the wall until they were clicked in place by ultra-strength magnets.

You jostled, feeling the full extent of your containment, grunting when the pipe you were connected to shocked your entire system into submission. Everett Ross smirked at your pain; watching your tongue swipe over your teeth, arms high above your head, readjusting your weight in your feet, but otherwise, not moving.

Ross heard Bucky ask quietly, his eyes watching you carefully from inside the reinforced cell, "You okay, doll?"

"Looks like they learned from last time," you grit, the cuffs around your wrists electrified; charring your skin, making you grimace slightly in a veiled attempt to hide your pain from your lover.

"Don't fight, you'll make it worse," he advised softly, frowning, eyes glassy from restrained emotion.

"They could've at least put me in a bit more comfortable position," you sneered, glaring up at one of the cameras, shaking your head as if in disappointment.

"I don't think they want to play nice, sweetheart."

"Yeah, could've guessed that from when they arrested us," you shook your head, puckering your lips to gather the blood in your mouth; spitting it to the floor. "You good, baby?" You asked as the men who restrained you moved to plug in the power cell caging Bucky.

He nodded silently at you, bowing his head and letting his long locks curtain his face. You frowned, shifting again as you blindly felt your cuffs and designed a way to get free; watching the men stoically as they exited the room to make way for the psychologist. Your jaw clenched, the air smelling foul - alerting you that something wasn't quite right.

"Hello, Mr. Barnes," the accented man greeted casually, standing at a single table in front of Bucky, you off to the side; chains rattling as your defenses flared. The psychologist smirked and greeted you, too, assuring your real identity was known - something that Natasha released to the world about two years ago when HYDRA sent Bucky after Cap in DC. You didn't fault her, in fact, you respected her move, and after getting out of the blown-to-shit base, you had run into the Winter Soldier... Beginning your epic love story, both of you on the run from authorities and higher powers.

You smuggled Bucky out of the country, using fake aliases that had yet to see the light of day and therefor, wasn't released in the files Nat published during her takedown of the compromised S.H.I.E.L.D. agency. He was appreciative, pondering how he was meant to go forward in a world he didn't know; so, you agreed to stick around for a bit to help settle him, and that bit turned into a couple of years - the two of you inseparable.

There was an incident in London that almost exposed you, but instead, it just shined a light on your new partnership. Captain American, Nat, Sam, shit - even Tony Stark himself was unable to catch up; your trail going cold, Nat knowing your Widow training was running the show and keeping you safe. Granted, she probably could've unraveled the web you had weaved - but the truth was, she didn't want to. So, she kept quiet. Leading you all here...

"I've been sent by the United Nations to evaluate you both," the man you'd come to know as Helmut Zemo continued; playing his part very well, but not well enough to convince you of his innocence. Something about the man rubbed you the wrong way. "Do you mind if I sit?" He asked politely, feigning like you two had a choice. When he did, Zemo continued, "Your first name is James?"

He noted the way Bucky and you shared a look, both remaining silent. Zemo tried to assure, "I'm not here to judge you - either of you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James?" Continued silence, your head subtly shaking - an act only Bucky clocked. "I can't help you if you don't talk to me, James."

"My name is Bucky," he croaked, your sigh echoing around the room.

"Hm," Zemo nodded, "I take it, she doesn't want you to talk?"

"She wants me safe," Bucky answered stiffly.

"That is admirable," the psychologist offered kindly, "a great display of love, is it not?"

"Jesus Christ," you shook your head, offering a glare, "you went through all that schooling to ask stupid fucking questions? Might wanna get your money back."

Zemo chuckled after humming, "I am merely trying to establish the connection you two share. I hear it is rare to find one without the other, that you two have become, uh, joined at the hip?"

"I protect her," Bucky offered, sharing a long look with you, "and she protects me."

"An equal partnership, would you say?"

"Yes."

"Buck," you warned, wrists twisting to hold the cuffs; being zapped, making your jaw clench and the veins in your neck to bulge.

"It's all right," his voice sounded like it was being put through a grater. "We're caught, doll, it's all right."

You huffed, eyeing Zemo as his eyes flickered between you two. He nodded, making a note in his little book, "I was warned that you would be unwilling to cooperate without her present. Why is that?"

"She keeps me safe."

Zemo hummed, "So you've said, and yet... Here you both are..." You were ready to lash out, but the doctor changed course, "Tell me, Bucky. You've seen a great deal, haven't you?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." Your restraints zapped you again when you jolted forward as if to physically silence Zemo, Bucky's head snapping over and his eyes drooping in sympathy. "Told you not to move, it'll only get worse," he told you softly.

"He's asking questions that will get him killed," you snarled, gritting your teeth as the electric currents seized most of your energy. But it was worth it, finding a little weak spot and letting your mind devise a specific plan.

"You fear," Zemo continued, "that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. I feel it is safe to assume, uh, your lady is privy to your past experiences? Perhaps, you two have shared a couple?"

"Just leave her out of this," Bucky pleaded.

"Don't worry," he assured you both, tapping something on his tablet before looking back at Bucky with a sick recognition. "We only have to talk about one. One mission... That I know you," he nodded at you, "were not present for."

"Kinda game you playin', Doc?" You sneered. "Think anything he says will change my opinion about him?"

"No, no, I know your relationship is too strong for that," Zemo smiled. "So, it's not so much what he will say... But what he will do..."

"The fuck does that - "

But then, the lights went out; darkening the room save for the lights individual to Bucky's holding cell. You perked up, the electric currents halting as the cuffs died with the power and gave you an opportunity to begin working on your escape. As red panic lights flickered, Bucky questioned, "What the hell is this?"

"Why don't we discuss your home?" Zemo offered. "Not Romania. Certainly not Brooklyn, no," he reached into his satchel, revealing a red notebook the world thought long lost... Buried in snow... Forgotten in time. "I mean, your real home," Zemo removed his glasses as you frantically started working.

"No, no, no, no, no, hey, hey, hey, don't - fuck!" You grit, trying harder to free yourself. "Bucky - Bucky, don't listen - ah, Goddamnit!"

The man you now understood to be a fake psychologist stood with a little flashlight, opening the red notebook, and began repeating words in Russian that would activate the decommissioned Winter Soldier. Bucky had told you all about these words, begging you to provide a shield against them should they ever be uttered again; but you had prior knowledge, the Winter Soldier someone you had been debriefed on during your time with other secret agencies.

"Longing."

"No," Bucky whispered, head tilting back in panic as he felt his stomach curl in a familiar pattern.

"Bucky - don't fucking listen, please!" You begged, still working to free yourself.

"Rusted."

"Stop," Bucky pleaded, sounding in pain.

"Don't do this!" You pleaded to Zemo. "You're fucking hurting him, please, stop!"

"Seventeen."

"Stop!" Bucky barked, his vibranium hand clenching in anger and pain; the entire arm whirring from the flex of his muscle. He began to pant, a deep growl emitting above your panicked whimpers.

"Daybreak!"

"You have no idea what you're doing!" You raged, Bucky screaming in pain as his mind was forcibly sunk back into dark recesses of his past. "Don't - Bucky, baby, listen to me - don't fucking listen to him, please, please, baby, don't do this!"

He screamed, breaking free of the iron restraints that kept him seated in the reinforced, mobile cell. "Furnace!" Zemo continued, ignoring the pain and panic you and Bucky were both thrown into.

"Fucking stop, please! You don't understand!" You begged, freeing one hand and working in vain to unlatch the other. Bucky was out of his seat, anger coursing like a palpable rain over you all - him screaming as his metal arm worked to pound into the strengthened glass surrounding him.

"Nine!"

"Bucky, please, baby, please, don't do this!" You tried a new tactic, hoping you were enough to cut through the brainwashing - but how silly to imagine. Decades of trauma was washing over Bucky again and your little words couldn't cut through the barricades of his mind.

"Benign!"

"You stupid fucking little man!"

Zemo rounded around the cell, Bucky still pounding away at the glass. "Homecoming! One!"

"DON'T!"

"Freight car!"

You whimpered in fear when Bucky punched the entire door off the hinges, freeing him at last; but the words were spoken, the damage done. He crouched on the floor, Zemo pausing to take in the sight, slowly approaching Bucky as he stood upright; the jangling of your chains louder and more frantic as you tried to free your last wrist.

"Jesus Christ," you whispered, trying to divide focus between the two tasks of freeing yourself and protecting Bucky - but being terribly unsuccessful as you watched Zemo stand in front of your dead-eyed boyfriend.

What a ridiculous, mundane label to assign someone like Bucky.

In Russian, Zemo questioned, "Soldier?"

And in Russian, the man you loved answered, "Ready to comply."

Zemo demanded in English, "Mission report. December 16, 1991."

You whimpered in fear, listening to Bucky give the report that would haunt you for years to come. Just as he finished, you managed to get out of the cuffs, but the clanging of your freed restraints caught Zemo's attention - who smirked with abundant cruelty. "Don't," you warned, backing out of the room just as officers began to flood it.

It was a brutal fight, trying to stave off Bucky once in his Winter Soldier mindset. You grunted as he engaged you, men dead at your feet - the lucky ones just knocked out. You grit your teeth, trying to defend yourself as Bucky operated mechanically; doing what you could to protect yourself, but it wasn't enough.

Blows landed, punching and kicking one another in an equal match of strength and stamina.

"Seize her," Zemo demanded, and in the next moment, Bucky had you by the neck; an effort that made you wheeze and claw at his bionic hand.

"Bucky," you begged. "Baby - baby - it's me, it's me, please, don't, it's me! Don't do this, baby, please, come back to me. Come back!" You struggled in his grip, trying to pry his hand open, "Baby, please, please, come back to me," spit drooled from your lips as he squeezed tighter. "This isn't you!" You managed to squeeze out, tears surfacing. "Not anymore, don't let them win!"

"Shut her up, Solider," Zemo commanded in Russian, your eyes widening and trying to beg Bucky again before he was sending you into a wall. He marched up to you, grabbing your hair, and surging his balled up metal fist directly into the bridge of your nose, breaking it, head jolting backwards, and effectively knocking you out.

When you came back into consciousness, it was to Steve's worried face; his hands caressing your cheeks and begging, "You all right?"

"Fucking hell," you winced, reaching up to prod the tender spot on your head; revealing blood.

"Got your ass kicked, huh?" He frowned.

"Watch your language, Cap," you smirked, wincing when your face throbbed. "Shit, how bad is it?"

He looked you over, offering, "Definitely a broken nose."

"Goddamnit - where is he? Where's Bucky?"

"Help me," a voice pleaded from the next room, Zemo playing his part by splaying out on the floor like bait.

"Don't trust him, something ain't right about him, Steve," you whispered, waving him on as you sluggishly hoisted yourself up the wall to lean against it. "Kept asking about Siberia, asking about shit nobody should actually know."

"Get yourself safe," Steve told you swiftly, nodding at Sam; who was checking on the status of the other bodies around you.

"Just find him, Steve, he's lost in his own mind - a threat to himself," you panted, slowly standing.

"I know - "

"You don't know," you shook your head, wiping a trickle of blood from your temple, "but you're gonna have to do more than understand him right now, Steve."

"I've got this," he promised, watching you nod and limp away. You had just missed the action, Bucky overpowering both Sam and Steve; getting to a safety landing and running into Natasha, Tony, and Agent Sharon Carter.

"We'll hash our bullshit out later," you panted, "but for now - "

You heard a commotion behind you, flinching out of sight when Bucky made himself known and began taking down rogue agents unlucky enough to stand before the Winter Soldier.

"He have an off switch?" Nat asked.

"Not that I've found," you frowned. "Split up."

Tony tried to engage Bucky first, using a mobile Iron Man device he wore on his wrist that used sonics to disorient Bucky. It only worked to a small extent, the two exchanging a few blows, Bucky firing a bullet at Tony's face at pointblank range that was saved by his technologically advanced glasses. Bucky got the upper hand, sending Tony flying back, letting Sharon and Nat attack.

He disposed of them both easily, stumbling when you caught him off guard and wrapped your legs around him. Normally, you'd do anything to have your legs around him - but this wasn't one of those times. You exchanged several punches, blocking one another, going for disarming hits but being of equal challenge; leaving small cuts and blooming bruises on each other as if to prove the engagement. Natasha rejoined the fight, two Widows showing Bucky up on a few instances, but he was heaving her across the room as you swung onto his shoulders in an impressive acrobatic move.

You heaved your fists down in a repeated fashion on the top of his head, Bucky charging at one of the cafe tables; slamming you down and choking you again with his metal hand. Both your hands held his, legs up around his neck to try to keep him at a distance for relief on your windpipe.

Through a strangled breath, you managed, "You could at least recognize me!"

"Who said I don't?" He growled, reaching out to snap a piece of wood from a chair.

You tried to regain normal breath, wheezing, "This isn't you, baby, you are not this person anymore - you're not a psychotic, robot killer! You're a man - please!"

"You don't know a damn thing about me," he seethed.

"I know everything about you," you strangled, "and I know this isn't you. Come back to me, baby, please! Y-You can't let the demons win, Buck, please - fucking listen to me!" But he only raised the wooden shaft above his head. "BUCKY, DON'T!"

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

You cried out shrilly when he jabbed the sharp wood into your shoulder, staking you to the table just as King T'Challa rushed onto the scene and stole your brainwashed boyfriend's attention. You hissed in pain, trying to yank the wood free but being unsuccessful; resulting in blood to splatter onto the tiled floor.

Hearing someone pant your name, you caught a glimpse of red and knew it was Nat, her face worried over yours a moment later. "Where's Bucky?" You coughed and winced in pain.

"Goin' up by the looks of it," she informed, "now hang on, this is gonna hurt. Want a belt to bite?"

"No, just do it, get it done, please," you panted, bracing yourself, and suddenly, without warning, your companion heaved the piercing shaft free from your flesh. Naturally, you cried out, groaning and clenching your jaw so tight, it nearly crushed your teeth into dust.

"Hey, you seen..." Sam arrived on scene, taking in your injury, "Holy shit, you good?"

"Yeah," you grunted, stumbling to your feet as blood bloomed into a bigger, brighter blemish on your tactical shirt. "We gotta go, Sam, we should get outta here."

"Hang on," Nat paused you two, your opposite hand holding your wound; her hands occupied by a smart device, "looks like Bucky tried to highjack a helicopter. Steve stopped him, but it resulted in them all crashing in the river."

"Shit," Sam breathed. "We gotta go find them."

"We need to get outta here, you know, away from the cops and agents," your head shook. "Get somewhere safe, away from this catastrophe. We'll regroup with Steve."

"Go," Nat permitted, "I won't say a word."

"You're one of a kind, Nat," you praised, pecking her cheek. "Let's go, Sam. And grab that First Aid kit," you pointed to the wall where the white box was mounted. He agreed and you lead the way out of the facility.

Bucky groaned as he woke up, head lulling back before realizing he couldn't move his metal arm; finding it clamped in industrial weights. Sam called you both to attention, but while Steve jogged over, you remained in your place out of sheer distress.

You only vaguely listened to the conversation, hands trembling as your shoulder was bandaged to prevent further injury or infection. You did what you could to patch up any injury, and when you heard your name, you dialed in; Bucky asking, "Where is she? Is she okay?"

"You don't remember?" Sam sneered.

"No..."

"You stabbed her," the Falcon growled.

"What? N-No, I-I-I couldn't've - I wouldn't!"

"You did," Steve confirmed, pity coloring his words. "Punched her out pretty well, choked her, too. Broke her nose..."

"Please - Steve, please, tell me I didn't."

"I'm sorry, Buck."

"That why she's not here? She's in a hospital?"

"Actually, no," Sam trailed, "she's just in the other room."

"She didn't want to come here?"

Steve sighed as Sam informed, "Don't think she wants to see you right now, man."

"I didn't mean to hurt her."

"We know," Steve swiftly promised, nodding his head. "She knows it, too, you just have to give her some time."

Bucky looked utterly defeated, murmuring, "I scared her. Oh, my God, I scared her..."

"Gotta agree with you there."

"Sam," Steve reprimanded. "Look, Buck, she'll come around."

You waited until the two men left Bucky alone to regroup and stratify a new course of action. Slowly and almost sheepishly, you entered where Bucky was being kept, steps silent but he heard you anyways. His blue eyes flashed in concern as he met your gaze, mouth opening and closing as if words failed him.

"Doll," he finally breathed, "a-are you all right?"

"I'm okay."

"Don't bullshit me, how hard did I hit you? Steve said I broke your nose, I-I'm so sorry, doll, please believe me. What'd I do to your shoulder? Is that where I stabbed you?"

"Buck," you sighed, slowly squatting in front of him, "I need you to take a breath and know that I understand you were not in your right state of mind. You were forcibly triggered and sent back into that way of thinking, I know it wasn't you."

"I still hurt you, I still did it."

"Did you, though?" Your head cocked, eyes narrowing slightly, "Because I know my Bucky wouldn't hurt me, would never dare lay a hand on me - but the Winter Solider is a different story. You didn't do this, Buck, you weren't you."

"I can smell the fear on you."

"Well, yeah, it fuckin' scared me. I tried to stop that fake doctor, I tried to help, tried to save you and keep your safe. I'm sorry I was too slow, that I failed."

"You didn't fail anything, sweetheart... I-I failed you, I broke my promise to never hurt you."

"No, you didn't. The Winter Solider did all that, not my Bucky."

He frowned, repeating to ask softly, "Your Bucky?"

"My Bucky - the kind, charismatic, impossibly stubborn, kind hearted man I've loved the past couple of years who always gives me the crispiest fries, who has nightmares, who loves me unconditionally despite what I, too, have done in my past. And you know what I was doing out there while Sam and Steve talked to you?"

"What's that, doll?"

"Understanding that loving someone means loving their flaws, accepting them exactly as they are. So, while, yes, the Winter Solider scares the fuck outta me, he's still part of you and I can't authentically love you if I reject the Soldier."

His head shook "Your kindness is wasted on me."

"I think you should let me decide what's a waste and what's not when it comes to my own energy and emotion."

"I'm just gonna end up hurting you again. You're better off without me, baby, you and I both know you're better off keeping your distance. You should get out now while you still can."

"Not gonna happen. 'Cause you know what else I realized?" You reached up to caress his cheek, "I trust you beyond reasonable doubt, I trust you even if I'm afraid of the Winter Solider. I should've been faster, I should've helped you more, but I was powerless against that red notebook."

"You and I, both..."

You pet the cheek you were holding. "Buck, I know it was scary, I know how it must've felt being forced back into that mindset, but I want you to know that I'm in this for the long haul - you're not gonna scare me off. Because I love you, Bucky, and every single part of you - whether choking me out or not. Whether I earn a broken nose or not."

"I'm so sorry. I-I can't believe I did that, I'm so sorry, I hate that I hurt you. I'm so sorry, baby, I can't - I can't even put it in words how much I regret putting you in that position."

You smirked, "See? The Winter Soldier has no remorse, but my Bucky does." You gingerly reached out to curl his hair behind his ear. "My Bucky apologizes and takes accountability. There's no reason to not love that man - especially when he deserves it so much. Hey? Hear me? You deserve to be loved, too, Buck."

"And you deserve a man who doesn't run the risk of being turned into a psycho killing machine over a few measly words."

"I deserve to love my best friend, so let me do that. Say whatever you want, try to push me away - but I'm like a boomerang, baby, I'll just come right back."

"What kinda man puts his best girl in that kinda position? Who hurts the most important person in his life?"

"A man who endured decades of abuse," you laid your hands on either of his thighs, "a man who wasn't allowed control of his own mind. I can't - no, no, I won't fault you for that, Buck. Today wasn't your fault and I'll remind you of that as often as it takes. Don't you dare feel guilty because you didn't do this to me, okay? You didn't put me in any position - that fake fucking doctor did this, Agent Ross did this, special ops put us here. You, my sweet boy, didn't do anything to be at fault. You were trapped, but look at you now - freed, level headed, talking to me."

His eyes gleamed with a sheen of emotion, staring at the bloodied bandage wrapping your shoulder wound before his eyes danced over the bruising and other aftermath of your injuries. "I could've killed you," he muttered, tears filling his eyes.

"But you didn't - and surprisingly, neither did the Winter Soldier. Maybe there was a part of you still alive, wanting to refuse orders and not actually hurt me."

"Perhaps," he frowned. "I'm still so sorry, doll, I hate that I did this to you. It never should've happened."

Your head nodded, "I know, baby, and listen - I forgive you. Yeah? Hear me? I forgive you, this is in the past."

"Are you sure about me? You sure you wanna do this? Knowing I could flip a switch and hurt you - maybe even worse than today?"

"I'm sure about you, Buck," you agreed. "I don't wanna be without you, so, sign me up for whatever's to come."

"You might regret that."

"The only thing I could ever regret is abandoning you. I don't want to do this without you - I love our life together. In any world, in any lifetime, I'd still choose you. There's nothing that would make me regret you - regret being with you."

"You sure? I don't want to make you do anything out of your comfort."

"I love you, Bucky, yes, I'm sure. No matter what damage you think you might've caused, whatever damage has been done, I promise, that's not the truth. There's nothing about you that I could regret."

"Well, all that's left now is to get to Siberia, stop the other Winter Soldiers."

"And figure out a way to free your mind once and for all... It's what you deserve," you told him softly, rocking to your knees to meet his forehead with yours and caressing his cheek again. When you heard approaching footsteps, you sighed and pulled away from him to stand and turn, spying Sam and Steve. "C'mon, Cap, get him outta this. He's not gonna attack anyone," you requested, gesturing where your boyfriend was trapped.

"You sure?" Sam asked stiffly. "He did a real number on you alone. Not to mention all the other agents and cops he took out back there."

"He's good," you snapped, perking your brows at Steve, "and you two would do well not to throw what happened in his face, it wasn't his fault. So c'mon, free him, he's not a wild animal."

Steve agreed and lifted the machinery from Bucky's prosthetic, him instantly snatching it back and massaging where the joint met metal. Bucky stood with a set stare at Sam and Steve, as if anticipating them to lunge at him. His throat constricted, swelled with emotion when you stepped in front of him - posing barrier between the two Avengers and himself.

"You still got that phone on you?" Steve asked you softly.

"I do."

"Is it still unregistered?"

"You know it is. Who're we calling?"

"Reinforcements. We're gonna need help now that the Avengers will be looking for us. We gotta get to Siberia."

"Here," you agreed, unlocking the device and handing it over. "Who's first on your list?"

"Any Avenger who didn't sign the Sokovia Accords."

When he walked away with Sam again, you turned to face your lover directly; staring into swirling storms of baby blues. "You still with me?" You asked softly, reaching up to caress his hair again to push it behind his ear.

"Always. Got my six?"

"You know I do, baby," you smirked, stepping into his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. "We'll figure this out, together."

"Together," he agreed, sighing deeply and returning your embrace tightly. His flesh hand rose to hold the back of your head, bringing his lips down to lay a chaste kiss on the top of your head. His voice rattled quietly, "Thank you..."

"Hmm? For what, handsome?"

"Believing in me. It's nice to think we can end this torment."

You smiled up at him, "You deserve freedom, Bucky, and to live without this haunting fear."

"I don't know about 'deserving' it, sweetheart. Done a lot of things that would argue against that."

"Maybe against the Winter Soldier, but Bucky deserves the world. Deserves kindness, accommodation, love and understanding. Now," you smirked and sniffled, giving his waist another squeeze before releasing and pulling back, "get your head outta this pit and focus, we've got a long day ahead of us."

He agreed, letting you take his hand and lace fleshy fingers together in a tether. Sam's face remained stoic and passive, but when Steve saw you two, he couldn't help but smile. Two years he hunted for Bucky and just today, he's learned his best friend's been shacked up with you - a warmth blooming in his chest over the idea of you two finding one another and loving each other.

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could i please have a college or highschool au where reader studies subjects like social science and business and literature and he does stem subjects and he at first has like a superiority complex, he doesn’t intend to, but he can’t help it, until he sees the reader like talk about social issues or how she can remember 17 step procedures and shit and he’s like…wow. maybe they can be together and he sees her pretend to teach people to learn and he’s learning stuff from her and it’s wholesome asf

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He's the smartest person he knows.

It's not narcissistic if it's a fact. He's the top of his major program, already has offers for Ph.D programs nationwide mailed to his door. He's sure to get into any genetics department he wants for grad school. He's the star of the industry-path students. He's just that good, and what's the harm in taking pride in your accomplishments?

But he's never met someone like you before.

Usually he wouldn't care for people like you, with their abstract liberal art degrees in nonsense majors that'll just collect dust in a box in an attic somewhere. But there is something so enduring about you, about everything you do. The way you just know what people are thinking based on the twitch of their fingers and why they think it. The way you're so open to everything in a way that would make his lab buddies laugh with their one-way minds. It amazes him, the way your view is so wide in a way that something like genetics or STEM can't comprehend. In a way they don't allow. There is something so breath-taking about the way your mind has this endless freedom that he can't even grasp. Like a kaleidoscope of colors that are simultaneously beautiful and overwhelming to the senses. Something his factual mind craves.

The first time he had seen you, he was in the library. It isn't a place he would usually go to, but he had to collect some textbooks for his professor in the storage closet. He had gotten in a bit of trouble that day for taking so long, but how could he resist when he had heard the sweet cadence of your voice through the open door of a mini-lecture room. Very few students were in the room, it looked like a side presentation; one of those assignments that forced students to present their ideas on a topic to a group of people to try to captivate them into agreeing with your findings. There was a sort of fiery passion in the way you spoke, a hardened steel in your eyes that showed your resistance to back down. It was... enchanting, siren-like. So much so that he had been forced to sit in one of the empty seats in the back of the room, eyes stuck on you as you paced the front of class and rebutted comments from your peers.

He had no idea what you were talking about, but it still had that overwhelming effect on him. One that had him pressing the surface of his stomach against the hard edge of the lecture tables, his senses honing in to hear every last syllable that departed from your lips. There was this dream-like quality to you, something that consumed the mind and made them listen. A sort of intelligence that he would never know or understand. One that he would spend hours trying to learn if you were the one explaining it. He can't remember how long it took for him to start breathing again when your eyes scanned the room and locked onto him, clear confusion on your face at the random presence of college's most-awarded student. He could feel his heart bursting against his ribs, mouth parting slightly from the honor to be the center of your attention for even a few seconds before you looked away and carried on.

Suddenly, he didn't feel like the smartest person in the world. Not when you left him absolutely stupefied.

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my previous recs can be found under this tag!

happy new year everyone! :D I have been so far behind on my tbr list lately but I have managed a few that I've thoroughly enjoyed and felt like sharing! it is by no means a complete list - ha - but I grabbed a few I'd made note of in case anyone is looking for recs.

happy reading and a very happy new year to you all! x

in no particular order:

ㅤㅤㅤSweet Rivalry | bleedingballroomfloor | E | 11k

“Hunter’s entering again,” Alex explains before Henry can finish, “and somehow, that fucker beat both of us, even though he has half the skill of both of us combined. We’ve dominated the bake off year after year. If we want to see him go down, this is the only way to ensure that.” Henry blinks. “So you want to —” “Gang up so we can beat the shit out of Hunter, yeah. Were you even listening to anything I just said?” [Or, Alex and Henry are rival bakers day-to-day, but a newcomer in the Park Slope Christmas Cookie Bake-Off has them becoming a lot closer than originally planned.]

All my promise and my pride (all my fear and all my fight) | @kiwiana-writes | E | 10k

“And the thing is, I get it.” He grips his phone hard enough that he knows he’s risking cracking the screen again, barrelling forward before Henry can interrupt him with bullshit platitudes. “They’re both out there trying to fix the whole damn world to make it a little better for their trans son, but fuck, I miss being able to come home and having that be the one place I didn’t have to deal with any bullshit, you know?” The silence that follows is so absolute, Alex pulls the phone away from his ear to check that the call hasn’t dropped. “Henry?” “I’m here.” Henry’s voice is cracked and hoarse, and he must realise it at the same time Alex does, because he clears his throat before speaking again. “Alex, I don’t—did you mean to tell me that?” [Or, Alex is a stealth trans guy. That doesn't stop canon from barrelling ahead.]

(of everyone i ever knew) i'm giving it all to you | @alasse9 | T+ | 18k

[In a world where the be-all and end-all of relationships is determined by soul resonance, Henry can’t have a soulmate and Alex experiences soul resonance in such a disruptive way that he just doesn’t want one. Against all odds, this is their story.] So he obediently shuffles after June and Nora to say hello, trying his very best not to get distracted by all the connections his brain is shouting at him about. He’s actually trying so badly not to get distracted that he ends up not realizing it’s his turn to say hello to Prince Henry until he’s right there in front of Alex, holding out a hand, and it means he doesn’t have time to register much outside of wow, are his eyes really that blue? and that’s less of a smile and more of a grimace before their hands touch. And for the first time since puberty hit, it’s not a sensory shock, it doesn’t feel like someone’s soul is shouting at him. It’s peaceful. It’s— “Quiet,” Alex whispers. “Your soul is so quiet.”

hit me(n) baby one more time series | @bananzie | M | 15k

(no summary for the series as a whole but it's a&h as hit men! beautiful and captivating, and feel free to check out their entire whumptober as well if it's your thing -- it typically isn't mine but I ADORED all the works in the series!)

Whole Package Babe (I Like The Way You Fit) | @fairflowered | E | 3k

The thing is — they’ve talked about this. They’ve talked about it a lot, Henry fucking Alex. The mechanics of it, the things they’d need to order, if that was even something either of them wanted. (They wanted it).

King Alex and the Little Prince | @smc-27 | M | 16k

“We’ve a proposal. As a show of good faith, Her Majesty is willing to ally our kingdoms the old fashioned way.” Alex glares across the table. “What does that mean?” Philip tips his chin up. “There is a prince. He is yours if you’d like him.” Oh, for fuck’s sake.

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and that's all for now! my goal is to finally get around to reading both more fic and physical books in the near future, so I will keep you all updated as I go along :D

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[carlsdarling]

Carl Grimes x Saviour! Reader where she’s Negan’s daughter………featuring hate sex

No Mercy

Y/N is Negan's daughter and is being held hostage in Alexandria. Y/N and Carl hate each other passionately. How will this end? Bit of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, slightly violent sex (consensual), abusive language

Annoyed, you looked up and dropped your book when you saw someone coming towards you. Of all people: Carl, the jackass himself.

After Rick and Daryl had found you injured out in the woods a few weeks ago, very close to the Sanctuary, and had taken you to Alexandria, you were confronted with Carl every fucking day. Like it was some special punishment they'd come up with for you because you were Negan's daughter. When Rick had found out your identity - that hadn't been particularly difficult, because your father had soon shown up at the gates of Alexandria, angrily demanding your handover - he had decided to keep you as a captive. While you were allowed to move freely within Alexandria, you had no access to weapons and were not allowed to leave the city. Neither alone, nor in company.

But the absolute worst thing was that you had to live in Rick's house, under the same roof as Carl, who made no secret of how much he despised you. He let you know and feel that every day. "It's okay Carl, I hate you too," you spat back at him for that reason as he approached now.

"Not as much as I hate you," Carl countered, sounding almost bored, which upset you even more. You'd retreated behind the horse stables with your book, where you'd been sitting peacefully in the grass reading until this menace called Carl had decided to bother you. Now he was standing right in front of you, his shadow falling on you, and as always, he was wearing that stupid hat.

"I can live with it if someone who dresses up as a cowboy, has just one eye and needs a haircut hates me," you retorted pointedly. "By the way, you're not half as badass as you think you are, Carl." Demonstratively, you turned your eyes back to your book, ignoring him. Of course, a Carl Grimes couldn't take that. He snatched the book from you and tossed it away. "Hey!" you shouted at him outrageously. "Fuck off and leave me alone!" You had stood up, and now you were facing each other, glaring angrily at one another.

"You have no rights to anything here," Carl claimed aggressively.

"Oh no?" you scoffed, "Your dad thinks otherwise."

"Yeah, because my dad's not a fucking psycho like yours," Carl retorted in a snarky manner.

"My dad should have killed you when he had the chance," you hissed. "You sure felt great when you broke into the Sanctuary and shot around. Oh, wow, Badass Carl is kicking some butts," you teased him maliciously. He stared angrily at you with narrowed eye. "But I guess that was a non starter, wasn't it? My dad dragged your little ass back to Alexandria and fed you spaghetti. As if you were a three-year-old“, you mocked him.

"At least I didn't get captured," he growled.

"Oh, yeah? As I recall, my dad gave you back voluntarily. Why would we want to keep an idiot like you? You're worthless. A real plague, an inconvenience,  that's what you are, Carl."

You orbited each other slowly, like two wolves, between you were only a few inches of distance. You fixated on each other with hatred. Carl was literally vibrating with rage, you could almost smell his anger. Confused, you realized that a certain excitement had taken control of you. Carl's aggressive aura triggered something in you. Carl seemed to feel the same way, because he brought his face close to yours, and without any warning, he kissed you roughly and forced his tongue into your mouth. You freed yourself. "What are you doing?" you hissed, scratching him across the cheek.

He didn't blink an eye, just licked his lips and approached you again. "You will not scratch me again, Y/N," he said in a hoarse voice. "Unless it's with pleasure while I'm fucking you."

"Excuse me?" you shrieked, "What kind of planet do you live on?" Again you looked at each other. You were both quivering all over, the air between you felt like it was electrified. The sexual tension was palpable.

Carl grabbed your wrist. "You want it too," he whispered provocatively. "I bet your pussy's dripping already," he said contemptuously, pressing himself against you. You could feel his arousal, and yes, damn it, he was right - you lusted after him even though you hated him. So you returned his stormy, aggressive kisses, and you enjoyed his rough hands on your bare skin as he rudely removed your shirt and bra.

"I hate you," you hissed excitedly as he caressed your nipples. The moisture between your legs increased. You peered toward the corner of the building. "Someone could show up here at any moment," you said, "We should go somewhere else."

"I don't care," Carl said dismissively. "We'll do it right here in the grass." Without further ado, he pushed you down to the ground, lay on top of you, and rubbed against you.

"Ouch," you complained, "you're hurting me, Carl." The buckle of his belt was aching on your hip.

"Shut up," Carl commanded carelessly, but at the same time loosened his belt and pulled down his jeans and boxers, shamelessly exposing his cock. It was of fair size and already totally erect.

The sight made you suck in an excited breath, but all you said was, "Wow. He's not bigger than that?"

Carl snorted angrily, pressing you to the grass, shoving your skirt up and your panties down before pushing himself between your legs. "Like you don't want him," he argued. "You're so horny for me, look how soaking wet you are. Little whore." He played with your entrance and clit with his tip, but didn't penetrate you, instead watching your face with a gleeful grin as you began to whimper softly. A new flood of moisture was welcoming him.

"I can also pleasure myself if you don't know where to put your dick in, Carl," you said pejoratively. "I expected nothing else from you."

With a single, hard thrust, he penetrated you, making you gasp - half in pain, half in lust. For a moment he paused, and you stared at each other again, full of aversion. Your hearts were pounding heavily.

"What are you waiting for? Rail me," you then commanded. Carl closed his eyes and began with hard, ruthless thrusts; he wasn't being sensitive or tender, but you didn't want him to be, you wanted him hard and merciless, and you hated him fiercely, with every fiber of your body. You inflicted some deep scratches on his back, whereupon he angrily grabbed your wrists and held them above your head while he pounded in you even harder.

It was thrilling beyond description. "Harder," you gasped, "harder still. Faster." Carl moaned out loud, you were both glistening with sweat, and you felt a powerful orgasm starting to build. You arched your back, squirming under Carl's thrusts and whimpering with desire, when he suddenly stopped.

"You will not cum now," he said breathlessly. "I won't allow it."

"I hate you, Carl Grimes," you repeated, biting him in his left shoulder, whereupon he gave you a sharp slap in the face.

"Bite me again like the rabid dog you are, and you'll regret it," he threatened, his lips very close to your right ear before resuming his thrusts into you. "I'm going to cum now, so you may too," he announced a few seconds later.

"Pull out before you cum", you demanded, but he pinned you to the ground and just continued thrusting, unimpressed, faster and harder.

"Forget it," Carl whispered horny and licked your neck. He obviously hadn't shaved that morning, and it was irritating your skin. "I'm going to breed you. When your dad gets you back, you'll be pregnant by me. How are you going to explain that to him? It'll be fun," he panted before he started moaning loudly again, thrusting even harder into you and blowing his whole load deep inside you. You cum so hard you thought you were going to explode. The two of you lay together for a moment, breathless, before Carl stood up, pulled his pants back up, and tossed your clothes to you. "You'd best get dressed again," he said bitingly. "Not like anyone's going to show up and realize what a little whore you are after all."

"Screw you, Carl," you replied lazily.

He gave you a dirty smirk. "Okay. Tomorrow, same time, same place?"

[xoxochb]

Hello! I absolutely love everything about your blog and your writing style! I was wondering if you could do Jason Grace x daughter of Nemesis inspired by The Albatross by Taylor Swift? Preferably in training or on the battlefield. Thank you!

⋆·˚ ༘ * the albatross

warnings: none pairing: jason grace x daughter of nemesis lyrics: she's the albatross she is here to destroy you / devils that you know / raise worse hell than a stranger / she's the death you chose / you're in terrible danger

If asked who the best archer at camp would be, typically you would say a child belonging to apollo, the literal god of archery. but in this circumstance it was you, a daughter of nemesis. it was well known that nobody was to mess with you and nobody was to try and prove themselves better than you because a) you were a daughter of nemesis, the goddess of retribution. you could easily wish karma upon anyone and it would happen and b) nobody could beat you. so why try?

that was a good question. jason grace pondered this question. why did so many people put themselves in this awful spot- it had to be embarrassing to even try. however it occurred to him one day why people tried. you were… well, you! you were gorgeous first of all, entrancing to the eyes of the son of jupiter. second the challenge was thrilling. in the morning he found you training at the archery range, your bow and arrow in hand

jason approached you carefully. he may have been just a little scared. he imagined this many times, meeting you for once, but nothing compared to the real thing. he didn’t even know how to hold a bow correctly how was he supposed to battle you? well he sure as hell wasn’t going to give up now

almost hesitantly he speaks, “hi y/n”

startled, you accidentally shoot your arrow. you turn around quickly and place a hand on your chest

“you scared the shit out of me!”

jason’s cheeks flush red in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you”

“you’re fine” you let out a deep breath and place your bow on the ground “so what’re you here for? wait- aren’t you that roman kid?”

“uhm, yes. jason grace”

you purse your lips. “nice. you know my name I heard. what can I do for you?”

“I want to battle you”

“battle me?” you laugh “you can try!”

“let’s do it”

“wow. you’re real sure you’re going to win aren’t you? do you know who I am?”

“you’re y/n y/l/n, daughter of nemesis, best archer at camp”

you shrug. “exactly. and if you run out of here in tears then I told you so”

“that’s fine”

“I’m warning you now”

“let’s go”

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jason grace had never been so worried in his life. as confident as he acted, he was not. never in his life had he ever picked up a bow and arrow, how was he expected to beat you? pure luck he supposes

when he got back to the archery field you caught his eye again, training which wasn’t a surprise. could this ground magically swallow him whole right now? could he shoot himself with this arrow? there was no way this was going to end well

you see jason out of the corner of your eye. a smirk coming to your lips. “hey, grace. you ready to cry?”

he sighs and walks over to you. if it wasn’t for your beauty he might’ve hated you. “I can guarantee you I won’t be the one crying”

“you’ve got a lot of nerve,” you turn yourself to face him, the close proximity almost making jason’s knees buckle. and although he was taller, your doe eyes looking up at him was captivating “I like you”

you turn back around and grab your bow and arrow. “you first”

oh. jason’s eyes widen. “me first?”

you nod with a smile. he puts his bow and arrow in the position he has seen you in, probably not correct because you started laughing

“you’ve never done this before have you?”

“how can you tell?” jason asks sarcastically

“I can teach you” you place down your bow and arrow and walk towards the son of jupiter

“okay, you’re holding the bow right but no the arrow,” you place your hands over his to show him the correct placing “your thumb and pointer go on either side right here. then you pull back and let go. It’s not that difficult but it takes a lot of strength and good eyes,”

you look up at jason to meet his eyes covered by glasses. “which you don’t really have”

his brows furrow. “the glasses help”

“I guess. try it out”

with his fingers in the correct places he pulls back on the arrow, and releases. it hit the target at least, not directly the middle but he tried

you smile widely and as contagious as it was jason couldn’t help smiling back. “holy shit, grace! you’re a natural!”

“am I better than you yet?” jason meets your eyes for the first time

you take the bow from his hands, taking your own arrow and shooting, hitting the direct middle of the target

“you tell me. crying yet?”

jason shakes his head. “give me a few more weeks and I might be as good as you”

“I don’t think so”

“I’m sure with a teacher as good as you I will”

[mercillery]

REQUEST: Hey! I saw your post about Julius x singer!s/o and I really love it! Can you do Julius with an s/o that loves to dance?

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: Julius 🫶

Julius strikes me as... quite the dancer. Not in the stiff, formal way you might expect of the Magic Emperor, but in the if-you-left-him-alone-on-a-dance-floor-with-music, he’d absolutely tear it up kind of way.

There’s just something about his boundless curiosity and love for spontaneity that screams hidden dance machine. At least to me. He might not admit it outright, but trust—if you ever caught him alone, he’d be moonwalking through the corridors of the Clover Kingdom.

But let’s talk about you. Your love for dance is something Julius adores because it’s so different from the rigid, structured life he’s surrounded by. To him, it’s like you’ve found a secret way to escape the chaos of battles, duties, and time itself. When he watches you move, it’s as if all the pressures of leading the Magic Knights fall away, replaced by something rare and timeless.

Speaking of watching you dance—oh, he watches. And when I say “watches,” I mean Julius has eyes only for you. His gaze follows you like the hands of a clock, but with none of the urgency.

There’s a quiet reverence in how he observes you, like he’s witnessing a fleeting masterpiece that can never quite be replicated. It’s not just admiration—it’s captivation. It’s Julius thinking, Wow, so this is what beauty looks like when it’s truly free.

And of course, in his ever-charming way, he’d draw comparisons to his love for magic. “You know,” he’d say, his voice thoughtful and playful, “watching you dance reminds me of time magic—each movement so precise, yet flowing freely. It’s like the hands of a clock moving in perfect rhythm!”

He wouldn’t even realize how cheesy he sounded because, to him, it’s simply the truth. You’re mesmerizing, and every step you take feels like a moment he wants to hold onto forever.

Julius is all in when it comes to supporting your love of dance. We're talking full, unwavering dedication here. Rearrange his entire schedule just to catch one of your performances? Done. Slip out of meetings with high-ranking officials because he “suddenly remembered something urgent”? Oh, absolutely.

Marx is already rolling his eyes because he knows exactly where his boss is—either out hunting for intriguing new magic or sneaking off to wherever you are, dancing your heart out. And really, what else could Julius prioritize over you? (Certainly not boring paperwork.)

When Julius does find you, it’s not exactly a subtle arrival, either. He’s the type to stand off to the side with his arms crossed like a proud dad, but the moment you start moving, his eyes light up with pure amazement.

His eyes sparkle and that signature wide grin of his appears, and for however long you’re dancing, he’s transfixed. Time? Deadlines? Bureaucratic responsibilities? Irrelevant. It’s just you, him, and the joy radiating from your movements.

And if you catch him watching? Oh, he’s got the look. You know the one. The eyes filled with awe, the soft smile creeping in, the slight tilt of his head—he’s practically shouting, “That’s my s/o! Look how incredible they are!” without actually saying a word. (Though, if Marx were there, you can bet Julius would be rambling about your talent for at least the next twenty minutes. Poor Marx is just trying to keep things on track while Julius waxes poetic about how you’re like “living art.”)

But Julius doesn’t stop there. Oh no. He’s not just a spectator—he’s your biggest cheerleader. The kind of person who encourages you to step out of your comfort zone, perform for others, and share your gift with the world.

“You have this incredible ability to make people smile,” he’d say with that heartfelt sincerity of his. “You should show more people what you can do!” And when you hesitate, wondering if you’re really good enough, Julius is already halfway through an impromptu speech about how your dancing brings joy, connection, and maybe even a little magic to everyone who sees it.

The idea of you teaching others? Fascinating. He’s absolutely on board, probably throwing out ideas left and right: “What if you taught a class at the Magic Knights’ headquarters? We could call it... hmm... Dance for the Soul! Or maybe Rhythmic Magic? No, wait! Time to Dance!” (He’s laughing at his own pun before you even have the chance to react.)

Julius might not be a dancer by nature, but his sheer enthusiasm for trying is more than enough to make up for his lack of skill. When he attempts to mirror your movements, he’s... well, clumsy.

There’s no other way to put it. His steps are awkward, his timing is a little off, and sometimes he looks more like he’s dodging invisible attacks than actually dancing. But you can’t help finding it absolutely endearing. He’s so earnest, so determined to share this with you, that it doesn’t matter if he’s good or not.

His favorite thing, though, is when you lead him in a simple waltz. The steps are easy enough for him to follow most of the time, and he adores how close it allows him to be to you. He’ll insist that he’s "studying" your movements, claiming it’ll help him better understand the rhythm and flow of dance. But you’re not fooled.

You can see it in the way his eyes linger on you and how his lips curve into a soft smile. Julius isn’t studying anything—he’s just completely captivated by you and your amazing dance moves. And honestly, you could be doing the simplest thing, like clapping along to a beat or tapping your foot, and he’d still think you were the most incredible thing in the room.

Sometimes, he’ll joke about using his Time Magic to help him out. “What if I just slowed myself down a little?” he’d say with a playful grin. “That way, I’d have a better chance of not stepping on your toes.” You know he’s teasing, but there’s a tiny part of you that wonders if he’s genuinely considering it. He probably is.

Julius’s playful side also shines through when it comes to surprising you. If you’re dancing alone in a quiet room, completely absorbed in the music, he’ll suddenly appear out of nowhere, courtesy of his Time Magic.

One moment you’re alone, and the next, there he is, joining in with an exaggerated bow or a twirl that’s far more dramatic than necessary. “Care for a partner?” he’ll say, his tone light, as if he hadn’t just jumpscared you.

Julius is nothing if not romantic, and when he gets the chance, he loves whisking you away to a secluded spot in the Clover Kingdom, hidden from the prying eyes of the world. It’s usually somewhere peaceful, with a perfect view of the night sky.

Under the blanket of stars, he’ll ask you to dance. Sure, his moves might still be a little clumsy—he’s no professional, after all—but he’s so earnest that it doesn’t matter. He’s trying his best, and the way he looks at you, like you’re the only person in the universe, makes up for every misstep.

Festivals bring out a more playful side of Julius. The moment he hears music in the streets, he’s tugging you into a spontaneous dance right there in the middle of the crowd. Julius doesn’t care who’s watching; he’s shameless about showing affection, especially when it comes to you.

He’s grinning ear to ear, twirling you around, and maybe throwing in a silly flourish or two just to make you laugh. He knows people are probably staring, but he doesn’t mind—he’s staring too, completely captivated by your joy. And hey, someone has to properly show off how amazing you are, right?

At some point during the festivities, he might even suggest teaming up for a performance. “What if we combine your dancing with my magic?” he’d say, his excitement lighting up his face. And of course, Julius wouldn’t settle for anything less than spectacular.

He’d create ethereal visuals—glowing clock faces that tick in time with the music, cascading stars that shimmer around you, and soft, golden auras that trail your every step. It’s not just a performance; it’s an enchanting display of magic and movement that leaves the entire audience in awe.

And oh, does he love seeing people’s reactions. The way their faces light up, the whispers of admiration as they watch you—it fills Julius with so much pride he can barely contain it. He’s practically bouncing on his heels, like a kid on a sugar rush, proudly boasting about you as if he isn’t the freaking Wizard King of the Clover Kingdom.

Some days, when the weight of being the Wizard King feels particularly heavy, Julius will seek you out with a soft smile and a simple request: “Will you dance for me?” It’s not just about the beauty of your movements; for him, it’s a way to unwind, to find peace after the chaos of his responsibilities.

Sometimes, he’ll join you for a slow, gentle dance to calming music, his steps more careful than usual as he holds you close. Other times, he’s content to sit back, his gaze filled with quiet admiration, as you lose yourself in the rhythm, your movements like magic in their own right.

Julius also often goes out of his way to enhance these moments for you. He’s commissions musicians to play your favorite songs, ensuring the melodies are just right. If he can’t find a musician, he’ll jot down the names of songs or even snippets of lyrics in his journal, secretly planning to surprise you with them later. His effort is as touching as it is endearing—he just loves seeing your face light up when you hear a familiar tune.

For your birthday or other special occasions, Julius takes things to another level. Using his Time Magic, he creates dazzling effects that turn your dances into something out of a dream.

Glittering sand suspended mid-air, glowing orbs that pulse gently in time with your movements, or delicate trails of light that follow your every step—it’s his way of celebrating you. He always watches with a mix of pride and awe, knowing no magical display could ever outshine the joy you bring him.

And then there’s Julius’s unpredictable streak, which makes every day with him an adventure. One afternoon, he might show up with a beautifully tailored outfit in hand, an eager grin tugging at his lips.

“I happened upon this while exploring the markets,” he’d say, far too casual for someone who clearly planned this all along. “I just knew it would look perfect on you while you danced.” The outfit is, of course, stunning—and he’ll insist on seeing you try it out immediately, claiming he needs to “make sure it’s practical for twirling.”

On the most random of days—at the most random of times—he’ll suddenly challenge you to a dance battle. It’s always for fun, of course, but he takes the “battle” part hilariously seriously. If you’re in a competitive mood, he’s even more eager to go all out, complete with his usual playful antics.

And yes, he absolutely cheats.

His Time Magic makes an appearance almost immediately—rewinding his moves to perfect a spin or fast-forwarding himself into positions you could never predict. It’s less of a fair fight and more of a chaotic display of Julius being Julius.

Skill-wise, he doesn’t stand a chance, but that doesn’t stop him from putting on a show. He’ll ham it up like there’s no tomorrow, pulling exaggerated poses and over-the-top flourishes that leave you laughing so hard you might actually lose your footing.

And if you do end up letting him win (out of sheer pity or because you can’t breathe from laughing so much), he’ll act like he just conquered the Clover Kingdom’s greatest challenge.

Still, there’s no denying who the real star is. No matter how much fun he’s having, Julius loves watching you completely outshine him. Your talent leaves him in awe every time, and he’s not shy about admitting it—even in the middle of your battle.

“Incredible!” he’ll exclaim, pausing mid-step just to admire how effortlessly you move. It’s all the proof you need that, despite the antics, he knows he’s lucky just to share the moment with you.

For Julius, your passion for dance is the perfect balance to the weight of his responsibilities as the Wizard King. It brings light and vibrancy to his life in ways few things can.

To him, your dances aren’t just performances—they’re moments of pure, unfiltered magic, far more powerful than any spell he could cast. You’re his personal muse, the source of so much joy and inspiration, and he wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world. <3

[loveephia]

:¨ ·.· ¨: suna rintarō's valentine special.

`· . ꔫ sypnosis: in which suna absolutely despises valentines and has always thrown away every given box of chocolates, even the one his crush sent him.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, minor hurt with comfort, reader is apart of the botany club, atsumu and osamu make an appearance, atsumu is a chatterbox, osamu is trustworthy, plot twist.

⚠ warning/s: none.

my HQ masterlist. (valentine's edition)

"oh wow." was all you were able to mutter from the inevitable; the mountain of boxed chocolates on suna's desk.

sure, he wasn't as popular as the miyas, but he was definitely captivating.

the latter himself hasn't arrived yet, even though you normally walked to school with him. you told suna that you had to come by earlier than usual because of club duties. a lie, but a white one.

you wanted to place your own valentines gift on his desk so that when he receives it, you won't have to see the dissapointed reaction he'll get. even though it was quite early, there seemed to be a few girls that beat you to it.

knowing suna, there was a high chance that he'd throw these all away. you knew that very well.

yet a small voice in the back of your head said otherwise.

you quietly placed the box on his desk, and behind you was the door sliding open. you turned around and saw atsumu and osamu, two of suna's classmates and teammates.

osamu looks over at your stiff hands and awkward position, having just placed your box of chocolates on suna's desk. osamu chooses to metaphorically zip his mouth shut as to signify the fact that he won't tell suna a word.

you sigh in relief and nod at him, leaving the classroom to go to your own.

osamu turned to atsumu, who eyed between osamu's desk and his own vigorously. there was an obvious favorite in the different heights of the boxed sweets. let's just say that atsumu was displeased.

"why do ya have more than me? we have the same face!" atsumu scowled.

osamu shrugged, "unfortunately, not the same personality." he made his way over to his desk, ready to greedily snack on all of the well-deserved chocolates he received.

time skip.

time flies by, and with every aching second, you dread the walk home with suna. the valentine's day events in inarizaki helped keep your mind off of it, especially the part where you sold a few flowers grown by your botany club. a few students have gone home, satisfied or heartbroken, with today's results.

all of your guts gone, now hoping that suna did, in fact, throw the boxes of chocolate away like you originally thought he would.

you see him approaching the front of the inarizaki gate, and you wave, trying to act as normal as possible. suna waves back with the same bored expression on his face.

"yes, let's pretend i don't have a massive crush on you or anything."

"so, how'd your valentine's go?" you ask him playfully even though you know he's probably just going to complain. suna scoffs, "don't even get me started."

no boxes of chocolate in sight, meaning he must've thrown them all away. this was just what you had hoped for,

yet your heart still seemed to ache.

"on the way down the stairs, i saw atsumu getting confessed to." suna recalled.

"and?" you asked.

"he made the girl cry."

you roll your eyes, "classic 'tsumu. being shockingly inconsiderate as always." you said. atsumu was a smart player on the court, but off it, he could be a real idiot.

suna hummed in agreement, "let's get going. all the love in the air is making me restless." he said with sarcasm clear in his tone. you giggled, nodding.

there was a tranquil silence between you two, only shoes padding against the cement of the sidewalk was heard. you walking alongside one another merely as friends and nothing more.

you didn't want that.

you see your house in the distance and decide that it was time to confess. if he rejects you, you can dash home, shut the door, and deal with him tomorrow. it's not the best plan, but it's doable. "suna.. i really like you." your voice quiet, getting ready to run.

suna looks at you to see your cute face glowing red. he chuckles lowly, "i know."

you whip your head at him, stopping in your tracks. "really?! wh— but how?" you query.

flashback.

"hey, sunarin." osamu greeted the boy, who only nodded and made his way toward his desk.

"this is fer you." atsumu gave suna a box— correction, your box of chocolates. suna raises a brow, "are you making me your garbage man for the day?" he deadpans. it's too early in the morning for atsumu and his antics.

atsumu chokes out a laugh, "no, ya idiot! that's from y/n. she placed it on yer desk this morning, but i pulled it aside so that it doesn't drown in yer sea of valentine's." he explained, enjoying the way he (actually, you) broke through suna's deadpan nature; his eyes widened slightly, and the corner of his cheeks were tinted a nice shade of red.

osamu's jaw slacks, and it's now wide open from atsumu's exposure. atsumu turns to his twin and shrugs, "i never zipped my mouth shut with ya, y'know?"

osamu cringes, "this's exactly why i got more valentine's than yer nosy ass."

"excuse me, how dare you, sir!"

suna takes the box from atsumu and examines it. it was a pink, heart-shaped box with a cute red ribbon tied on one curve. it's not store-bought, suna knows. he doesn't see a brand name, and it has your scent on it. you spent your time actually making it. and it looks to suna that you made it with care since it's in such pristine condition. why would you send him an undeserving valentine when you knew suna himself hated the holiday? "this is from y/n?" he asked atsumu.

atsumu groans at suna's mild disbelief, "yes! it's not like i can give you a damn picture of her puttin' it on yer desk. tell him, 'samu!" he turned to his twin as his last resort to convince their middle blocker.

"as much as i don't wanna meddle in yer personal affairs, 'tsumu is right." osamu confirmed as atsumu looks back at suna with an "i-told-you" expression.

flashback ends.

you stood there idly, trying to process the bizarre story suna just told. "but then again.. this is all because of atsumu here. it sounds like something he'd do." you thought to yourself.

you don't believe him until suna cuts you off, pulling out the familiar box of chocolates from his bag. "i ate a few already. they were delicious." suna opened the box to showcase the fact that he did indeed eat a few. he took one more and popped it into his mouth.

"wait.. if you knew those chocolates were from me, then why didn't you say anything?!" you exclaimed in an irritated tone.

suna poked your red-tinted cheek, "i wanted to hear it straight from you." you felt your face getting warmer and warmer as suna pulled you close. you hid yourself in his chest, feeling quite bashful.

"and yes, i like you too." suna finally admits, "i'll keep any valentine's gift you give me, y/n."

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

BoKris in tv interviews. Go.

oh anon I have SO MANY THOUGHTS!!! and you really wanna hear me yap about them?! 🥹 are you accepting marriage proposals?

OKAY SO. I mean... just look at them. they're so soft and adorable and I absolutely cannot handle it. whenever Kris is speaking, Bojan seems to be in a permanent state of heart eyes, hanging on his every word and watching him so closely, almost like he's kinda fascinated by him... or, I dare say, captivated by his beauty. maybe it's because Kris is speaking in serbo-croatian and Bojan finds it soooooo attractive because wow, he's speaking in his mother tongue?! hot.

also, we all know Bojan is like one of the most tactile people on the planet, but is there really any need for him to constantly seek out contact with Kris whilst they're literally on live TV?! no, there is not. and yet it seems like he can't stop himself, he just HAS to reach out and hug him and pull him close and play with his hair. because... y'know. why wouldn't he?

but then Kris always seems to get so flustered!!! he suddenly acts so shy, never meeting Bojan's gaze or only doing so for the most fleeting of moments. his instinct is to lean away from Bojan, or just look very very surprised when he gets touchy with him, which he really shouldn't considering Bojan is *always* touchy. but even though he seems flustered, the smile never fades from his face. it's almost like he's forcing himself to "act natural" because holy shit Bojan is sitting right next to him and he's a total ray of sunshine that might blind Kris if he looks for too long or burn him if he gets too close, although secretly he's craving the contact because it makes him feel so warm inside...

and that, my friends, is what we call gay panic 😇 personally, I could watch Kris gay panic aaaaaall day. it really does look like he's trying so hard to mask his reactions but... he doesn't do a very good job, if we're being honest 😭 but it's okay!!! it means that we can all go feral over them together 🫠

in conclusion: gay.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

miles kane, swg3 glasgow 01/02/2024

oh my god oh my GOD i don't even know where to start. last night was hands down not just one of the best gigs of my life, but one of the best nights of my life full stop. it's twenty four hours later and my heart just feels so full and i still can't stop smiling with pure happiness 🥹 i've been to a LOT of gigs over the years, and a lot of those have been really amazing gigs too - but this one. wow. there was truly just something so special about this one that i know i'll carry with me for a long time to come 💗

i feel like i could ramble endlessly about all the things that made it so incredible (i.e. literally everything), so to try and avoid writing an actual essay, here are a few bullet points of my favourite things:

being right in the front row was AMAZING for obvious reasons, but also because of the number of times miles made eye contact with me and smiled at me as he was singing 😭 (naturally any time this happened i smiled back like a total idiot and forgot all the words) me and the lovely human i was there with were the only ones at the barrier who were really getting into it at the start, and i got the sense he loved seeing how much we were loving being there 💗

miles just has the most incredible energy ✨ that's absolutely something you pick up from listening to his music, watching interview etc - but it's quite something else to experience in person. the moment he walks into a room he just gives off such good vibes and such warmth. there's such a sense of groundedness to him as well as all the amazing passion, and also idk. i feel like in person you can really feel the sensitivity and vulnerability that's so present in his music too. he truly lights up a room and just has such a knack for holding everyone captive 💫

getting to witness miles being overwhelmed and unable to stop smiling at how enthusiastic the crowd was truly wonderful 🥹 you could just *feel* how much it all meant to him, and watching him get all the love and appreciation he deserves was just magic 💖

at the end, he came down into the crowd towards me and was making direct eye contact and then he FUCKING SPOKE TO ME??????? 😭 i was too dazed to actually take in what he was saying (i'm pretty sure it was something along the lines of "i like your necklace" but honestly who knows lol), and it was very brief because naturally i wasn't the only person in the crowd he was saying hi to, but fucking HELL. i was totally, totally unprepared 😭 i then had the privilege of a sweaty miles kane leaning over me to high five the people behind me, and i held his hand and - yeah. it was all so truly surreal that i might think i'd imagined it if it wasn't for the fact i can literally see the moment in this video 😭

i was there with @perfectly-clear-from-here and we were both just utterly ECSTATIC after the show, it was amazing getting to share the sheer giddy joy of all that with one of the loveliest humans i know 💜

and then of course (as if all of that wasn't already enough to make it the most wonderful night), we MET MILES after the show 😭😭 i've already rambled about that here so i won't do it again, but - yeah. let's just say he truly is the most wonderful person with the loveliest energy, and he is so easy to be around 🥹

the last six months or so have not been easy ones for me, and this felt like the most wonderful break in the clouds that just - idk. really restored me to myself. it was so special to get to experience live so many of the amazing songs that have got me through and been such a comfort in the difficult times, and i am just so endlessly grateful to miles for his courage in creating and sharing all that he shares 💗

**please do not repost my photos without permission**

[tsunami-of-tears]

Draw me like one of your fae girls

Feyre x Reader (sapphic)

A/N: okay I may have plotted too hard before the porn

Thank you so much to ✨ anon who sent this request in. I’ve diverged a little bit, but most of your points are covered 💛

Wordcount: 2.4K

Warnings: Female reader; we have a little bit of angst/pining; smut (oral - f!receiving, fingering, soft d/s, mommy kink)

The rushing of the Sidra, a crisp breeze rustling through the trees, the soft tap of footsteps on the cobblestone streets, people laughing and chattering as they mill about. Velaris, the city for the dreamers. 

I meander through the artist’s quarter, arms full of my new supplies. A big gust of wind blows down the street and I spin to shield my face, clutching the bundle close to my chest. As I turn, a sign comes into view: 

“Help wanted. Any artistic experience is desirable. Enquire within.”

What are the chances? I’ve been looking for a new job, and being surrounded by art all day sounds like a dream come true. I shift my supplies into one arm and open the door. 

Inside the studio is bright and welcoming. Easels line the room, some holding paintings in various stages of completion. The walls are scattered with artwork, all portraying different subjects– flowers in vases, scenes of restaurants by the Sidra, a boy throwing a ball in the park– all breathing life into the space. Vibrant, joyous life. 

A high-fae female stands behind one of the easels, she has smears of yellow paint on her cheek and smock. Her grey-blue eyes are narrowed in concentration and waves of gold are tied messily in a bun on her head. She bites on her lower lip as she continues painting, her nose scrunching ever so slightly. 

She is captivating. 

She looks up from her work, finally noticing my presence in the room. 

“Oh hello there. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you come in. My name is Feyre,” she smiles warmly at me before setting down her brush and palette. She wipes her hands on her smock, though it doesn’t help much. 

“It’s okay, I just got here. I’m Y/N, I saw your sign outside.” I return Feyre’s smile, and gesture to the door behind me. 

“That didn’t take long,” she laughs. “I put that sign up an hour ago. You’re an artist?”

“Yes, I paint and draw, but my preferred medium is ceramics. I like using my hands.” 

“We have that in common,” she says, her smile turning slightly playful. “I’m looking for someone to assist during classes. It’s gotten so busy, which is wonderful, but my attention is stretched too thin. Do you think that’s something you’re interested in?” 

I nod eagerly, “Absolutely. It’s my dream to be surrounded by art all day. Would you like to see some of my work? The sculptures are difficult to transport but I can deliver some of my sketchbooks.”

“I’d love to, but it’s not required for the position. How soon can you start?” 

I blink a few times, repeating her words in my head to make sure I heard Feyre correctly. “Does next week work?”

———— 

I’m unpacking the fired pottery from the kiln a few months later. Feyre had bought it soon after I started working for her. With her blessing, I’d begun teaching ceramics classes. This last batch was from my regular students who attend once a week.

I’m holding the last piece when Feyre enters. “Wow, these are amazing. You’re doing so well with the students,” she beams. 

“It’s all them,” I respond, setting down the pot carefully.

“Don’t do that,” Feyre tuts. “You’re a great teacher and I’m thrilled to have you working with me.” 

“Thanks, Feyre. I really love it. It’s so rewarding.”

“I’m still waiting on my personal lesson though,” she laughs. “Are you still up for drinks tonight?”

“Definitely. I just need to reload the kiln, the next batch should be dry enough.” 

———— 

Feyre and I walked to the bar arm-in-arm, already giggling at each other and we hadn’t started drinking yet. Since I joined Feyre’s studio, we’ve developed a close friendship, though a small piece of my heart yearns for more. 

She’s mated, I remind myself for the hundredth time. 

As we enter the dimly lit bar, Ressina spots us, calling us over to her booth. I take a seat next to another instructor, Coral, and Feyre slides in beside me. Across from us sits Ressina and her partner, Pollux. 

Ressina had bought a round of drinks for our group just before we arrived. We raise our glasses, clinking them together in cheers before taking a sip. 

“Coral was just telling us about her hot date last night,” Ressina explains. 

“Don’t sound so excited,” Pollux says sarcastically. 

“Oh it’s just fun, we have to live vicariously through our single friends. Feyre gets it, right?” Ressina gestures vigorously towards Feyre.

“Oh actually,” Feyre says, “I might be back on the market.” She takes a casual sip from her drink, as if she had just said the most mundane sentence in the world. 

My jaw drops and my eyes widen in alarm. Across the table, our friends are sporting similar expressions. No one saw that coming. 

“Oh no, not like that!” She quickly reassures us. “Rhys and I are quite happy, we’re just finding it a bit… stagnant. We’ve discussed it at length, and have decided to open our marriage one weekend every month.” 

“Wow Feyre,” Coral says. “Are you and Rhys equally excited about that?” 

Feyre smiles, looking down at her glass, the flush on her cheeks deepening in colour. “We’ve both got different reasons for wanting it but yes, we are. I’ve had my eye on someone,” Feyre’s gaze meets mine for a split second, “and Rhys knew that. It took a lot of conversations to figure out our boundaries, and they’ll likely evolve over time, but we’re taking the first step.” 

“Well congratulations,” Pollux says, raising his glass before taking a swig.

“Thank you,” Feyre says, her eyes finding mine again. I can detect a hint of… longing? Surely not. This wine must be going straight to my head. 

The rest of the night goes on without a hitch. We drink and talk and dance until late into the night when we stumble out of the bar, waving goodbye to our friends who are heading in the opposite direction. Feyre’s arm is wrapped over my shoulders as I do my best to keep her upright. 

“Mmms love you, Y/N,” Feyre slurs, drawing out the syllables of my name. 

“I love you too, Fey,” I answer, quickly grabbing her forearm to stop her falling to the ground. 

“You’re the bestest,” she sighs, slumping in my arms. 

Just as I’m wondering how we’re going to walk home, the darkness in front of us ripples, revealing Feyre’s mate. 

“Feyre Darling,” Rhys coos, scooping her into his arms like she weighs nothing; a stark contrast to my earlier struggles. Feyre wraps her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. My heart constricts at the sight.

“Perfect timing,” I smile tightly in an attempt to hide my true feelings. 

“The bond was muffled and I got worried, though I now understand why,” Rhys explains. 

Right, the bond. 

“You must be Y/N,” Rhys continues. “She talks about you often.” He smiles, looking down at the female cradled in his arms. “Thank you for taking care of her, do you need to be dropped home?” 

“No, thank you. The walk will sober me up.”

“Of course, I’m sure we’ll meet again at some point. Goodnight, Y/N.” Rhys inclines his head before disappearing into the night with Feyre safely in his arms. 

The walk home certainly was sobering. How could I be silly enough to believe she thought of me in any light other than as a friend? Surely she meant she was opening her marriage to other males. Not me.

———— 

A few weeks after our night out, I’ve finally given in to teaching Feyre how to use a pottery wheel. She’d been gushing over my latest collection all week - a series of vases celebrating the divine feminine, the Mother. She was dying to get her hands dirty, quite literally. 

The reason I was hesitant to teach Feyre wasn’t because of her artistic talents. No, I hadn’t stopped thinking about her confession. I hadn’t stopped hoping she meant me.

Feyre is perched on a stool across from me, the pottery wheel in between us with a lump of earthenware clay. Feyre had quickly picked up how to work the peddle, now she just needed to use her hands to shape the clay.

She put her fingers into the centre of the ball like I demonstrated, easing the sides outwards as it spins. As she concentrates, her nose scrunches up and she bites her lip. It’s the same face she always makes when she’s engrossed in creating something. 

“It keeps getting wider, how do I make it go back in again?” Feyre asks. 

“Here,” I put my wet hands on top of Feyre’s, helping her ease the clay in the direction she wanted. “Perfect,” I smile. Feyre looks up from her work to smile back at me. With her focus shifted, her foot slips and the wheel spins out, spraying both of us with muddy water. We both erupt in giggles as we look at the mess covering each other. 

“And I thought painting was a messy hobby,” Feyre laughs. 

———— 

Feyre finished her creation - a simple round vase that she has plans to paint once it’s fired. 

The two of us are cleaning up our tools and hands in the large basin. The laughter from earlier is gone,  leaving us with a comfortable silence. 

Feyre sighs, “It’s the last weekend of the month.”

“I do have a calendar,” I tease. 

“No I mean, it’s the weekend Rhys and I decided on.”

“Oh,” I say quietly. “Do you have anything planned?” 

“I have someone I’d like to ask, but I’ve been a bit worried about how they’ll react,” Feyre admits. 

My heart breaks a little bit at her admission. “You do not need to be worried, you’re gorgeous. I doubt anyone could reject you.”

“I guess,” Feyre sighs.

The silence has now grown deafening between you. 

Finally, Feyre breaks it. 

“What are you doing tomorrow?” she asks. 

“Hey, I thought we were talking about you here!” I exclaim. 

“We still are. I was hoping you’d like to join me.”

Oh. 

OH.

Blood rushes to my cheeks, and I know my mouth has fallen open. 

I look down, unable to meet her gaze as my heart races, the sound pounding in my ears.  “Yeah, I would like that,” I respond. 

———— 

Kissing Feyre was everything. 

Soft lips against mine. Soft hair between my fingers. 

Her scent is dizzying. 

This kiss is all-consuming. 

Every thought, every touch, it’s all her. 

Slowly, her hands slip down my body. Brushing down my neck, grazing over my breasts. 

We’re in her townhouse. I’m lying on the couch with Feyre on top of me, her thighs on either side of my hips. 

We barely made it through the front door before our hands and lips were all over each other. 

Feyre sits up, panting as she regains her breath. She peels off her top, throwing it to the side before doing the same with mine. 

“I can’t believe you asked,” I say, propping myself up on my elbows.

“I can’t believe you said yes,” she retorts, leaning down to kiss me again. 

Feyre kisses down my exposed neck, teasing along my collarbone, surely littering my skin with marks. 

She keeps kissing lower, taking one of my hardened nipples into her mouth and sucking. She takes the other between her thumb and finger, pinching softly. I gasp at the sensation, my hips roll, desperately begging for more.

Feyre hums against my chest, nipple still in her mouth as she grazes it with her teeth, eliciting another gasp from me. 

“You make such pretty sounds,” she says, swinging her leg over my body to stand on the floor. Feyre extends her hand for me to take. “Let’s go somewhere with more room, I want to explore every inch of you.” 

I take her hand, following her upstairs to the bedroom. 

We remove the rest of our clothes before Feyre motions for me to lie in the centre of the wide bed. She crawls between my legs, her face hovering centimetres above mine, her hand gentle against my cheek. 

Feyre leans down to kiss me again. Each stroke of her tongue is intentional. 

I wonder what that tongue would feel like in other places. 

I’m not left wondering for long as Feyre moves down my body. She pauses above my exposed sex, stroking down the outside of my thighs. 

“So pretty,” she says. “May I?” 

“Please,” I moan. 

“Such good manners too baby,” Feyre purrs, dipping her head between my legs.

She starts slow, lapping at me like a cat laps at milk. 

My hips start rolling and she presses them down firmly. 

“So responsive,” she laughs and I whine at the loss of contact. 

Feyre goes in with her fingers next, softly tracing along my clit at an agonising pace. 

I moan as the strokes turn to circles, giving me even more friction. My eyes close, allowing my body to focus on the feeling. 

“I like that noise,” she says, “but what sound do you make when I do this–” Her fingers slide down inside me and she starts to fuck me slowly. My moans get even louder as she starts to curl her fingers, hitting my sweet spot. I writhe beneath her fingers and she starts to pick up her pace. 

“You’re doing so good baby, tell Mommy how good it feels,” Feyre says, lowering her mouth to my clit once again. 

“Mmmm Mommy, feels so good. Mm so close.” I babble, eyes rolling as Feyre’s tongue circles my clit in tandem with her fingers. 

“Cum for me baby,” Feyre says, her fingers keeping their steady pace. 

A few more hard thrusts are all it takes to send me barrelling over the edge, crying out as the waves of pleasure roll over me. 

“Such a good girl,” Feyre says, slowing her thrusts as I ride out the high. 

My body stills as Feyre crawls beside me, wrapping her arms around me. She softly kisses the top of my head as I sigh contentedly. 

“How are you feeling?” Feyre asks. 

“Phenomenal.” 

Feyre laughs at my answer. “Are you tired, or do you want to keep going?” she questions.  

“I’m not even close to being done, it’s your turn.”

“Well then, come here and show Mommy some appreciation.” 

“Gladly.”

[mee3pp]

farmhouse pt9

Cw: swearing, father daughter verbal and physical fight (not abuse)

“Wow ya didn’t strike me as an artist” You hum taking a bite of the sandwich as you sit across from Johnny. The Cafe is the perfect amount of quiet and busy so it’s not too awkward but also you can hear your thoughts.

“I wouldn’t say I’m an artist lass, i just like drawin’” Johnny chuckles sipping his coffee. His sentence makes you scoff because the pictures of his drawings that he showed you are beautiful, stunning even. “Bullshit mate ya drawins’ are amazin” You gleem. Johnny grins at you, he’s not really listening to you more admiring your beauty and he can’t lie if he said he wasn’t hard as a rock right now. You’re absolutely stunning with your rough features that you no doubt got from your father. Those cold commanding eyes that soften when you’re around your loved ones it’s something so captivating about them.

Your heart sinks when you hear the faintest sound of the all too familiar voice of Simon. Who is supposed to be keeping your father busy. Holy shit are they coming closer?

“Johnny…” You hum trying not to panic “did you also hear Simon? Or was that just me?” You say your rough cockney voice going up a few octaves. Johnny and you freeze when you both hear your father and Simon enter the coffee shop thankfully you two are seated at the back. “Fuck” Johnny whispers. You manage not to panic as you hope they won’t spot you.

Well your prayers and hopes weren’t answered because unfortunately your father turns around and looks up making direct eye contact with Johnny. His eyes harden when he recognises that all to familiar hair of yours and that little squeak you make. Price slowly approaches the table “Johnny please don’t tell me you are on a date with my daughter” Price says holding in all his anger because he’s out in public. “Ahhh….errr…” is all Johnny can get out before you whip your head around. “Piss off” you hiss.

“I told you two to stay away from each other, especially you John” Price growls as he stands infront of you and Johnny on your gravel driveway outside your house.

“And I told you we are adults” You growl back. Simon and Johnny would be lying if they said you both weren’t fucking scary right now. “He’s my soldier who is no good for you” price says pursing his lips. “I don’t care” you Growl balling your fists and stepping closer. “You’re a fuckin bad man John you can’t even follow simple instructions” Your father growls at Johnny as he tries to move towards your beloved Johnny you side step blocking him. “Uh ah, I’m the problem here you ain’t focusing on him” You hiss your father’s fists ball up too. Once again you are both toe to toe snarling and growling.

“I can go on dates with Johnny if I want. I ain’t a little girl for fucks sake” You snarl “I ain’t even fuckin him, we shared a bed ONE time when we were shitfaced” that makes your dad even angrier. It usually wouldn’t but you and Price have the same temper… extremely short and explosive. You both inch impossibly closer to each other. “You’re fuckin disobedient John, you’ve crossed a line now” Price hisses towards Soap. That’s what blew you over the edge you were the first to swing taking a quick step back before swinging at him and of course your dad swings back hitting you in the face. This happens about two swings more before Simon and Johnny pull you off each other. “Wot the fuck?” Simon yells as he holds back Price and Johnny holds back you. Your father and you are both now sporting bloody noses and a split lip on your end and a nice incoming black eye on his end.

You both are dragged inside into separate rooms to ice your wounds. “What the actual fuck was that?” Soap asks as he looks at you. You shrug putting the ice to your nose. “Ain’t the first time, Prices aren’t known for a great temper”.

“Yer can’t go fightin’ yer own dad Bonnie” Soap sighs kissing your forehead. “He had it coming that bitch”

[ I feel like this wasn’t long enough but oh well 🤷‍♀️]

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[afmis]

I forget I actually write abt cbeeduo but never post abt it. I was reading my drafts and here’s one I think is rlly cute but is still unfinished 😭 I’ll post the complete version of it once I actually finished lmfaoo

(Based on my hc that c!Ranboo is an artist and has sketchbooks filled with drawings of c!Tubbo)

_____

“Wow… “ Tubbo said, eyes growing wider and wider as he flipped through the pages. Ranboo let out a strangled noise, feeling like they were about to collapse from embarrassment, and his hand twitched to snatch the book back. They watched as Tubbo scoured the pages, mortified as he flipped through pages and pages of drawings of him. This was it. His worst nightmare. Maybe bolting would be a good idea. Or begging for forgiveness. Or maybe crying. Or changing their name and never coming back. Maybe all of them-

“You draw me really… beautifully. “

Ranboo jumped, whipping his head up to stare at Tubbo. Out of everything, that was the last thing Ranboo expected him to say. Maybe “You’re a creep! “ or, “How did you have the time for this” or “Are these drawing’s of me sleeping? “. But not… that. Ranboo blinked rapidly, astonished. Before swallowing. “Um… I- yeah. I guess I do. “ They responded, hoping their voice wasn’t as shaky as they imagined. Tubbo hummed, looking back at the book in silence. He looked… confused. Eyebrows scrunched up and lips turned down in a frown, he seemed to be struggling with something. Ranboo wanted to so desperately read his mind, pick apart that puzzled reaction. Why was that the one thing he asked. Before Ranboo could even utter a question, Tubbo looked back up again, meeting his gaze unwaveringly. He looked… uncertain. 

“Why? “ Was the single thing he asked.

Ranboo could probably explode. Why? What could he even say to that? Confess to daydreaming about him like a creep way before they were ever actually friends? Ranboo would probably rather die than confess his weird crush. Ranboo cleared their throat, tearing his gaze away from Tubbo’s captivating one. One that he drew so many times in that book in Tubbo’s hands. His beautiful, strong, genius hands- oh Prime. It was a thought, something Ranboo knew strongly inside them. He already dug himself deep enough. Might as well say it aloud, huh? 

“W-Well, “ Ranboo stammered, burning holes into the ground and immediately slapping himself inwardly on the head for coming off as a panicked mess. “You-You are. Beautiful, that is. “

Tubbo hummed again from above him, and Ranboo didn’t dare to raise their eyes. After a beat of silence, Tubbo spoke again. “You actually think so? I look like… these drawings to you? Beautiful? “ His voice was carefully blank, emotions guarded as always when it came to genuine conversations. Ranboo despised that in this situation, wishing he could tell what Tubbo was thinking through his voice. Fiddling with their hands, Ranboo nodded. “Yes. I don’t think so, that’s what I… what I believe. Ever since I saw you I- I thought you were beautiful. “ Ranboo confessed, words spilling out of his mouth. Words that they’ve been wanting to say. Words that-

Ranboo yanked their gaze off of the ground and met Tubbo’s, immediately mortified. Their whole body flushed like a furnace, and he felt like he was gonna barf. Oh god, Ranboo thought in absolute horror, staring like a deer in headlights at Tubbo, who looked back with wide eyes. Why did I say that. Why did I say that?! Before Ranboo could actually get on the ground, start crying, and beg for forgiveness, Tubbo laughed. Ranboo’s eyes immediately turned into putty and he wanted to cry. This is it. He realized how weird I actually am and is gonna tell me to never come back. It was nice while it lasted, my sweet chance I’m never getting back.

“You- are you serious? Me? “ Tubbo asked, voice high-pitched. He was looking at Ranboo like they grew two heads, and he glanced back at the drawings the same way. “I-I, you took the time out of your day. To draw these. Because you think I’m beautiful? “ Ranboo nodded faintly, confused as to where this was going. Tubbo huffed, shaking his head. His lips were pinched and he rubbed his forehead. 

“These are beautiful, Ranboo, “ Tubbo murmured. “But, I’m not. Out of everyone, I don’t see how you want to draw me. I don’t get how you see me like this. I’m not a pretty sight, much less a muse. I know that. But… thank you. I’m honored, I guess, to be your muse. “ Tubbo huffed out a self-deprecating laugh, and Ranboo instantly felt his heart break. Pushing aside all embarrassment, Ranboo got on his knees in front of Tubbo and clasped his hands in between their own. Tubbo looked at them in surprise, mouth parted. Ranboo took a deep breath in, and looked into his eyes, summoning all their courage. 

“You know what I don’t get? How you can think that of yourself. I don’t get how you don’t see yourself and instantly see how beautiful you are, because you are beautiful. And I mean that. Every since I met you, I couldn’t help but look at you and think, ‘Prime, that boy is the prettiest guy I’ve ever seen’. My drawing’s don’t even capture half of your beauty, and every time I draw you I wish I could. You’re-You’re a sight for sore eyes. Really, anyone would be lucky to have you. You have the prettiest eyes, why do you think you’re the first person I could make eye contact with? You-You have such a beautiful smile, I want to make you laugh so I can see it every time I’m with you. I- “ Ranboo immediately flushed with embarrassment again, looking at Tubbo’s wide eyes before breaking eye contact. He let go of Tubbo’s hands, losing all courage again. 

“I’m saying. Way too much. Gosh, uh, s-sorry. I mean- I meant all that! I just- I hope it wasn’t weird? “ Tubbo’s melodic laugh made Ranboo look back up again, and all mortification left to watch Tubbo’s wide smile as he laughed. His eyes were crinkled up and- yeah. Beautiful. Tubbo beamed at him, blushing slightly as he looked shy. He rubbed at the back of his head, uncertainty gone. 

“You flatter me, boss man, “ Tubbo said, voice teasing. He glanced away again, before looking back with a soft look. “Thank you. I really appreciate that. “ He added, voice genuine. Ranboo didn’t miss the softness behind it, though, and he relaxed, unable to look away. A large smile took over his face, and he nodded. “Yeah, o-of course, “ They responded. “I just- I want you to know that. “ 

“Hmm, “ Tubbo replied, leaning closer with a smirk and lidded eyes. “That you think I’m hot? A real show-stopper? A complete babe? My ego’s boosted. I’ll never let this go. “ He purred. Ranboo fought the urge to lean away, and instead simply rolled his eyes, cheesy smile unable to leave this face. “You’re so annoying. “ He laughed, covering one side of their face with a hand. Tubbo leaned back, tapping the notebook with a mischievous look. “You didn’t deny it, though, “ He said, eyes sparkling. “You think I’m hot. And I’ve got a notebook full of drawings of me to prove it. “ 

Ranboo groaned, face flushing as he smiled and lazily tried to swipe the notebook with one hand. Tubbo evaded easily, and caught Ranboo’s outstretched wrist with his hand. It was warm. Before Ranboo could tug it away, he was pulled closer, and he was met face-to-face with Tubbo’s bright eyes. Ranboo’s nervousness returned again, and he swallowed, not blinking. He heard the plop of the notebook falling against the couch as Tubbo put it down, and Tubbo’s free hand came to rest gently on the side of Ranboo’s face. Ranboo’s eyes widened, throat suddenly very, very dry. 

“Well, Ranboo, “ Tubbo murmured teasingly, never breaking eye contact. “You want me to let you in on a little secret? “ Ranboo simply stared, unable to do anything but that, before nodding slowly. Tubbo huffed out a laugh, and Ranboo felt his warm breath ghost their face. He was close. Very close. Ranboo’s eyes flickered down to Tubbo’s smirking lips, and they looked soft. And very… kissable. Okay, too close. Ranboo quickly looked back up at Tubbo’s eyes, and by the look in them, Tubbo didn’t let that go unnoticed. Tubbo somehow leaned closer, and stared right into Ranboo’s eyes as he whispered, 

“I think you’re pretty hot, too. “

Annndd this was a dream. Ranboo let out a strangled sound, immediately feeling like he was an old computer malfunctioning. They felt like they were about to pass out, and the gentle hand on his cheek felt like a furnace. 

“Oh my god. “ He choked out. As if that broke the spell, Tubbo’s hand left his cheek, and he leaned away, eyes scrunched up as he covered his mouth. He was giggling, and his cheeks were a lovely shade of pink. Ranboo could stare at him all day. And they did stare. Bug-eyed, unable to move as they sat dumbfounded. Tubbo kept on giggling, that high-pitched, squeaky, beautiful sound Ranboo loved. 

“Oh my god is right, “ Tubbo snorted, finally opening his eyes. They were crinkled up and his hand still covered his wide smile. “God, you’re so cute. “

“What. “ Ranboo breathed. Was this real? He couldn’t even believe he got called hot. And by Tubbo of all people. Wait. 

“Are you-, “ Ranboo swallowed, straightening up as he broke out of his stupor, fiddling with his hands nervously. “Are you- are you joking right now? Aha, uh. You wouldn’t be serious. About that. I shouldn’t have even asked, obviousl- “

“No. “ Tubbo’s hand lunged for his again. Suddenly he stopped laughing, and his face had gone completely serious. Ranboo couldn’t take the switch ups, his heart was about to explode out of his chest. Tubbo’s eyes pinned him, and all Ranboo could focus on were those eyes. And his hand holding his own, too. Oh Prime. 

“I wasn’t joking. I, uh. I’m being serious this time. Though, I was being serious those other times as well, but. “ Tubbo told him. Ranboo stared. Oh. He felt Tubbo’s thumb caressing his hand, and he flickered his eyes down at their hands. Tubbo’s was so small compared to his long, sharp claws. Beautiful, just like the rest of him. And an anchor. Was this really happening? He looked back at Tubbo, only to find him looking at their hands with a small smile. Ranboo could die. 

Ranboo watched him with round eyes, and soon Tubbo looked back at him. He was still smiling, and he looked shy again. Ranboo loved that look on him. “I don’t think calling you hot is very romantic, “ Tubbo muttered, glancing away in mild embarrassment. “And I know you’re a hopeless romantic. I think you deserve better than… that. “

“I’ll take what I can get. “ Ranboo rasped, causing Tubbo to bark out a laugh. “So he speaks! “ Tubbo said, grinning. Ranboo smiled, huffing. Tubbo looked off to the side again, eyebrows furrowing. “Um, “ He said softly, cutting off whatever Ranboo would’ve said in response. His pretty eyes look back into Ranboo’s, and he looks nervous but determined. His thumb starts to caress Ranboo’s hand more quickly. Ranboo nods, simply enraptured by his husband. “I… I really liked what you said earlier. Um, that. That made me feel nice and. I dunno. I didn’t think anybody thought that way about me. That made me happy. Uh, “ Tubbo swallowed, somehow looking like Ranboo in his nervousness. Ranboo squeezed his hand encouragingly, and Tubbo looked back at him, a fond smile taking over his features. He took a deep breath. 

“Ranboo, “ He said. “I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. I mean that. And, it’s kinda crazy, because I thought that since New L’Manberg as well. I was like, is this guy a supermodel? And I can’t believe you’re my friend. And much less, my husband now. Like, I married that? And I just. Sometimes I lose my cool. Because I look at you and your- your gorgeous eyes and I can’t believe I get to look at them. “ He smiled happily as stared into Ranboo’s eyes. “And I. Look at your hair and how literally majestic it is and. Your-your cute nose. And your perfect eyebrows and- I can’t stand how much I adore your ears. And I can’t believe someone as gorgeous as you can even exist and. Ranboo, “ He took a deep breath, entertaining their fingers. “You deserve the world, honestly. Someone should be telling you these things every day and. Telling you how beautiful of a person you are inside and out, and how you’re such a great father, and how I can’t wait to raise more kids with you and. How much I love watching you dance in the kitchen while you’re making breakfast because you think I’m still asleep. And how much I love your dumb little jokes and how I pretend to fall asleep every night so I can watch you because I- I can’t believe someone so beautiful exists and is laying right next to me. And how much I wish I could just touch your face and wrap my arms around you whenever and- and- kiss your cute little freckles- “ He huffed, looking embarrassed as he glanced to the side, smiling nervously. Ranboo laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Oh my god, “ They said, smiling widely. “This has to be a dream. “ 

Tubbo smiled shyly, playing with his fingers as he shook his head. “If this was a dream I don’t think I’d be so nervous I’d want to throw up over this ethereal being in front of me. “ He responded, now the one to cover his face. Ranboo threw his head back and laughed, feeling so happy he didn’t even know what to do with himself. They gently removed the hand from Tubbo’d face, and leaned up, back in the position they were before. Except this time, Ranboo cupped Tubbo’d face with his head, smiling adoringly at the wide eyed look Tubbo gave him. “Let me save you, then, husband of mine. “ Ranboo murmured, delighted. Tubbo rolled his eyes, obviously still embarrassed, but he leaned into his touch. “Yeah, start talking about how hot I am so I’m the cocky one again. “ Tubbo muttered. Ranboo smiled, shrugging. “If you say so. “ They responded cheekily, making Tubbo groan. 

“Not actually, you dork- “

“Tubbo, every time I look at you I immediately want to propose marriage again, that’s how absolutely hot- “

“I hate you! “

Ranboo laughed, feeling light as Tubbo stared at him fondly. Ranboo rubbed gently at Tubbo’s face, relishing the content sigh Tubbo let out in return. “Well, just know I feel the same, “ They said softly. “I’ve felt this way since I met you. That’s- that’s why I draw you so much. Because I think you’re so beautiful. I could stare at you all day and never get tired. I just want to hold you in my arms as you fall asleep, and really, looking at you makes me want to propose all over again. You really make me lose all composure I have. And I… I’ve wanted to look into your eyes and, “ Ranboo cleared his throat, smiling sheepishly. “Well. Kiss you. I always do. I can’t help it. You’re… you’re perfect. “ Tubbo stared at him, lips parted his eyes were wide, and Ranboo could see them start to gloss over. Before Ranboo could panic, Tubbo smiled, looking content. 

“Ranboo, “ He whispered. “Please kiss me. “

“Oh Prime, I thought you’d never ask. “ Ranboo wheezed out, face heating up. He swallowed, heart beating quickly as he froze up. He wasn’t expecting to take the lead in this, they haven’t ever kissed anyone before. Ranboo leaned in closer, looking into Tubbo’d eyes, and Tubbo must’ve sensed his dilemma. He smiled, huffing in amusement, then closed his eyes as he met him halfway. Ranboo’s eyes were huge, and he quickly squeezed them shut. Tubbo’s lips were soft, just as he guessed they would be. And they were warm against his own lips, gentle and perfect. Tubbo lead him, twisting his head so their noses wouldn’t bump. Ranboo gently caressed Tubbo’s face, relishing in the warmth all around him. He felt Tubbo’s hand cup the back of their head, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. How was this not a dream? It was everything Ranboo wanted and more. They could cry, and they squeezed Tubbo’s hand, smiling against his lips. This made Tubbo pull back, causing Ranboo to whine in protest, and he opened his eyes to see Tubbo’s amused smile. 

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hello, im absolutely in love with your work btw.

I was just wondering if you could do a taehoon x reader, but the reader catches taehoon staring.

Like a small session of teasing and flirting basically :)

Thank youu <33

My dear anon. SO SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY. HONESTLY MY DELAYS ARE GETTING LONGER SORRY! Thank you for the ask/request! And thank you so much for reading! Getting to see Taehoon again this week.... Ahhh! 🫶🫶🫶

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Uno Reverse

Fluffy flirty heh

Taehoon can't help it. He really can't.

He tried to stop it, but like magnets, his eyes are drawn to you again and again. Rumi has noticed. Mangi has noticed. Even Gaeul of all people has noticed too.

This is embarrassing. This is not him.

You even caught Taehoon the other week, teasingly told him to "Take a picture, it'll last longer" and he countered with "Piss off".

He was furious after that, and took it out on some poor unsuspecting idiot. Spoiler alert, that idiot was Hobin.

Imagine his triumph then, when today, Taehoon catches you staring. Of course that was only because he's trying to look at you. Is it his fault that your presence is unbearably loud, and you seem especially captivating today? Wait- Ugh, no don't answer that.

Still. He manages a trademark Taehoon response.

''Fuck you looking at, creep?"

Taehoon is looking for a reaction, he always does with you. Ideally any reaction would do, though a blush would be preferable. You don't blush, and he really wishes you would. You turn such a pretty shade of pink, that he can't help but be exceedingly smug when he makes you flustered at all. Annoyingly, it seems to be him getting flustered all too often these days.

Giving him a mischievous smile, you come closer.

See, another trademark of Taehoon is he has no chill with personal space. Time and time again, he gets in your face, mutters something with his lips oh-so-close (to be honest, it could be him reciting the goddamn dictionary for all you care; all you could hear is the roar of blood in your ears) and wow, it's strangely hot here and your throat is dry and his eyes look almost golden and doesn't he smell good-

Anyway. The point is, you spot an opportunity. Taehoon, the little nutjob, lounging on the sofa, giving you a height and space advantage.

Closer and closer you approach, until he has to almost shuffle backwards. Of course he refuses to budge.

Stalemate?

Nope. Your next move is to lean down. Your noses are almost touching.

Eventually you answer him, playful smirk on your lips, "I'm looking at you."

Taehoon isn't pleased. At all.

...Well. That's not strictly true. He knows what you're doing. You're not subtle, and neither is he, for that matter. He should hate how you have flipped his own damn script on him. And yet.

He peers up at you with a scowl, retort on the tip of his tongue-

You beat him to the punch. In a burst of courage, your fingers brush back his fringe and run through his hair.

Taehoon honest-to-god gulps, and you feel the mad urge to nip at his throat.

"Just thinking about how you would look with shorter hair," you say.

Fuck. Fuck!

Taehoon loves this. He is absolutely done for.

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 11-- Doll/Heart

Saeyoung teaches you and Saeran how to make dolls (771 words). 

“What do you think, my love?” Saeran asks, holding up the mermaid plushie for you to observe. The hair isn’t quite finished yet, but otherwise, the toy is very well-made.

“Oh, it’s so cute,” you beam. It’s clear that Saeran has taken great care in sewing and stuffing his doll. You particularly like the iridescent fabric that he used for the mermaid’s tail. “I’m sure the kids will be happy to play with it once they notice.” 

At the moment, the entire population of the orphanage is absolutely captivated by Saeyoung. As part of his volunteer work (now that he no longer works for the agency, he has a great deal of time on his hands, and has been putting the vast majority toward community service), he’s been teaching the residents how to carry out various crafts. This week’s lesson is in dollmaking, and Saeyoung invited you and Saeran to attend and help the kids gain courage in working at something so difficult. 

“I wonder where he learned to do this,” Saeran muses, carefully sewing the yarn hair onto his doll. He’s apparently elected to go for a rainbow of colors, which is sweet, but the task itself looks somewhat tedious, considering how often he needs to switch yarns.

“I overheard him telling the kids that he studied with Santa Claus at the North Pole,” you report. Your own doll is not coming along half as well as Saeran’s— the stitches were a touch uneven, so your attempt to stuff the vaguely heart-shaped plushie did not go over well. Right now, you’re focused on giving your creation a friendly face, so as not to scare the children.

“What?” Saeran laughs good-naturedly. “I never heard that before.” 

“It’s true,” Saeyoung materializes beside your table. For the benefit— and amusement— of the children, he’s speaking in his 707 voice. While he’s gotten comfortable existing just as Saeyoung around his family and friends, he’s much less confident around strangers, and occasionally defaults to his old persona. To his credit, this way of speaking does elicit lots of giggles from the kids. “I went there hoping I could train to become a Christmas elf, but Santa told me I was too tall. He agreed to teach me how to make toys, though, since he didn’t want me to be sad.”

A cluster of nearby kids giggles. “You should talk to Jumin about getting yourself a spot on the Children’s Network,” you advise.

“Does C&R… own the Children’s Network?” Saeran asks, adding a pink hair to the head of his doll. 

Truth be told, you have no idea, but you wouldn’t be surprised. “C&R owns most things,” you shrug. 

“They said I’m too tall for that, too,” Saeyoung pretends to lament. 

You snort, and Saeran giggles. “Maybe they could give the spot to me, then,” he muses, “I know how to make dolls, and I’m shorter than you are.” “Wow,” Saeyoung examines the mermaid, “Nice work, Saeran.” He then redirects his attention to your creation. “And MC… good effort.” You can’t help but laugh. “Shut up. Mine is cute.”

“If the kids don’t want it, I’ll take it home and play with it,” Saeran jokes. 

“Of course the kids will want it,” Saeyoung tells his brother off, “It was made with love.” 

“Thanks! How do you get the eyes to be the same size?” You ask, too focused on your project to internalize the compliment. 

“Mr. Saeyoung!” A child calls from across the room. “Could you show me how to do the hair again, please?”

“Oh, so cute,” Saeran observes quietly. You can’t help but agree. The kid’s polite phrasing is adorable. 

“You’ll figure it out, MC,” Saeyoung assures you with a pat on the arm. “I trust your creativity.”

“Okay,” you’re not so sure, but you know Saeyoung means well. “Thank you.”

When his brother is gone, Saeran turns toward you. “Would you like some help, my love, or would you prefer to figure it out on your own?” 

Saeran is always checking in like this, making certain that he knows what your boundaries are to ensure he doesn’t cross them. You really appreciate this about him. 

“Please help me,” you give him the biggest eyes you can muster. You really want to make a nice doll for the kids. 

“Of course, my angel.” Saeran sets down his doll— which looks like it’s almost finished— and reaches for yours. “I’ll show you what I did for mine. Then I’ll pull out the stitch and let you try it for yourself. Watch closely, okay?” 

You are so head-over-heels in love with this man. “Okay.”