#always telling him how beautiful and perfect he is

[sugusatosluut]

The Nanny?

Synopsis: Mark finally meets the nanny that Debbie won’t stop talking about.

A/N: I want to preface this by saying thank you all for your kind reblogs and the likes! Makes me so happy that these silly little fics give you guys some joy. Requests are open 🩷🩶💙

Mark finally had some free time to spend with his mother Debbie. He waited at their favorite coffe spot for his mom to arrive with Oliver so they could spend some quality time together. His mother had been mentioning something about special sitters or a daycare for children of supers. Whatever she was talking about, Mark had no time to hear about it, but he had time today. He wanted to know about this society of babysitters his mom believed in. Would Oliver be safe? Would his mother be safe? All valid questions he should have asked upon hearing about this for months.

Debbie finally arrived, Mark watched as she parked, got out of the front seat and scrambled possibly for Oliver in the back seat. To Mark’s surprise, Debbie entered the shop without Oliver in hand and a smile on her face. The gift in her hands was fairly small. She handed the box off silently while still smiling at Mark. She gave Mark and peck on his head and sat down in front of him.

“Hi honey, how are you today?” Debbie asked refreshed.

“Good—listen mom, where’s Oliver?” He asked pretty bluntly.

“Mark, I’ve tried to tell you about this new nanny for months, you gotta keep up with your family and stop spending all that time in space and with Cecil.” She sighed.

“Sorry mom.. what nanny? Can you start from the top?” He asked.

Debbie explained to mark that she interviewed twenty seven babysitters. Each was unique but she could always tell when they were sent by Cecil, or if they weren’t as qualified. Just when she’d given up hope, you walked in. The last interview of the day made her fear for her expectations, until you mentioned that you have a younger sibling who’s always been a super. You offered full time care, housekeeping duties, teaching Oliver and even offered overnight care if Debbie or Mark needed a break or couldn’t make it home. You ended up being the perfect pick. For months, you’d been staying at the Grayson’s caring for Oliver, cleaning and sleeping in Nolan’s old office which was made into a guest bedroom for you. You were practically Debbie’s saving grace.

Upon hearing how you basically saved his mother, Mark was a little skeptical about if you were really working for Cecil or if this was all just a lie. You were usually quiet so Mark would never know you were in his home. This was a but much for Mark to take in, especially because before coming to earth, Mark was Oliver’s sole caretaker. Who could do it better than him?

After lunch Debbie and Mark made it home. You were in the living room playing a memory game with Oliver when they walked into the living room. Mark was expecting Oliver to run to him, calling him “bra-bra” but instead, Oliver stayed focused on the memory game and you, the nanny, who sat taking turns with him matching cards.

“Good afternoon Debbie, Mark. Oliver’s been acing this memory game, you’ve got an Einstein.” You chuckled.

“Thank you y/n.” Debbie hugged you before setting her bags down.

“I’m grilling steak and making pasta tonight for dinner, so you can relax. Mark will you be staying for dinner?” You asked.

“Yeah, sure why not.”

Mark was in shock of how beautiful and kind you were. He was expecting some experienced lady well beyond her years but you? You’re the last thing he would have ever guessed. This didn’t change anything though. He needed to investigate further.

You grilled dinner for the Graysons. The table was set, Oliver’s high chair was prepared and the house was spotless. Mark still felt off. Maybe he was gaslighting himself to protect his family and himself? The fact of the matter is you’re too nice and he doesn’t know you that well. Everyone sat at the table as you buckled Oliver into his seat.you gave Oliver some steak, some applesauce and little cubes of cheese. The baby was growing fast, he was always wanting new things.

“Uhh- y/n, Oliver’s a baby, he can’t have steak.” Mark said.

“Oliver’s grown a lot the past few months Mark, he loves solid foods. Especially chewey foods.” You chuckled. Debbie chuckled handing Oliver a small piece of steak that you cut for him.

“Yummy!” Oliver exclaimed.

“It’s so great to finally meet you Mark. Your mom always tells me how busy you are, how were your last few fights?” You asked.

“Great, it’s hard to be in two places at once though. I wanna care for my family but the world needs protection too.” He said.

“I get that completely, you’re doing a great job. Oliver is so lucky to have you as his brother!” You smiled.

“So, you know Cecil Stedman?” He asked.

“I do. But I don’t work for him. I only know him because my younger brother works for him. Cecil’s not exactly my favorite person and I don’t quite like him that much either. That man is known for crossing boundaries and finding loopholes.” You scoffed.

Mark couldn’t disagree with you there.

“Seriously! The man is just so invasive. You ask him to leave you alone and then suddenly your whole family is getting spied on. This is the man that wants respect and for people to work with him?” Debbie laughed.

Mark hadn’t seen his mom laugh in forever, and it was great to see her finally relax and be happy. After dinner, you and Mark cleaned up the kitchen together. Debbie settled Oliver down for bed and went to go to bed herself. It was nice to be around this family compared to your own. You really never got to see them anymore. Your brother was off fighting some threat in another country while your parents tried to hold you to his standards and use you as the free help if they ever needed him taken care of. It’s probably why you’re so good at your job. You were so deep into your thoughts that you were staring out the window. You didn’t even realize you and Mark had finished cleaning the entire kitchen.

“Hey.. you okay?” Mark asked standing next to you.

“Hm? —oh yeah, sorry. Just a lot going on in my brain. I love being here, Oliver is a wonderful kid and your mom is amazing. I just wish I had this with my family.” You smiled at him. It really was no big deal.

“I’m sorry.. and I want to apologize for being kind of an ass. I was wrong about you. I didn’t say anything to my mom about it and I shouldn’t have come off so strong but I like you. It’s hard for me to trust people especially after my dad. You’re good with Oliver and my mom… and you’re good with me too.” Mark smiled.

He looked at you for quite sometime. Mark had an idea but he would have to wait until Debbie and Oliver were asleep. The night was still young. You showered, changed and prepared your bed for a long night’s sleep until Mark knocked in your cracked door.

“Knock knock” he said smiling. Mark wasn’t in his pajamas, he was in his suit, holding a very much awake Oliver.

“Oh, hey!” You whispered.

“Little man was wide awake in his crib. He wanted to see you.” Mark smiled as he held Oliver.

Oliver cooed, you waited for Mark to give him to you, but it seemed as if he was conflicted. If Mark wanted to put his brother back to sleep, you wouldn’t dare rob him of this time.

“Mark if you have to go fight crime or save the world I’d be happy to let Oliver sleep in my room unless you want to put him to sleep first.” You smiled.

Mark gave you a look of worry. He smiled to Oliver and then to himself.

“Stay awake, I’ll be back.” He said.

It took him a little while, but Mark finally put Oliver to sleep after getting some pointers from you about what Oliver needs for him to get tired.

Mark approached your room again, seeing that you were just barely awake, eyes starting to close as you sat at the edge of your bed. Mark made his presence known before coming to sit next to you.

“Wanna go on a joyride?” He asked.

“Hm? Oh I dunno Mark what about Debbie and Oliver?” You asked.

“They’ll be fine, we’ll be back in an hour.” He smiled at you.

Mark picked you up, you both traveled for a taste of the world’s greatest ice cream. You both bonded and got to know eachother much better before stopping back at the house. You and Mark were in his bedroom watching tv and hanging out.

“I hope I was able to make you more comfortable here in our home y/n. Oliver’s lucky to have a nanny like you and I’m lucky to have someone who cares so much about my family and I. That’s all I’ve been asking for and you do it perfectly.” He smiled at you.

You yawned, standing up and making your way towards Mark’s bedroom door.

“I’m here for you guys, I’m gonna go lay down. Thank you for tonight Mark, you’re too sweet and kind. I’ll see you in the morning.” You smiled at him.

Before leaving his room. Mark stood up and walked towards you. It compelled him, the way you were so kind and respectful. Internally he was conflicted, but externally he knew what he needed from you. So Mark stood close to you, holding your face in his hands and kissed you zealously. Your face was red from the contact. His lips were soft and warm, you wanted more but out of respect for Debbie and love for Oliver, this was your one freebie. Do not take advantage of this.

The next morning you and Mark awoke happily and eager to greet eachother in the morning. Debbie noticed the excitement and joined in hugging her son and you.

“Come on mark we’re gonna be late to the mixer!” She said as she grabbed her keys and rushed to the car.

You said goodbye to Debbie and mark as you waved goodbye with Oliver’s hands. They took off and Debbie took this opportunity to tease him as they entered the car together.

“So… the Nanny?” Debbie chuckled.

“Ugh—mom!” Mark shouted.

[sshnzsr]

make you forget

warnings: smut, cheating, p in v, unprotected sex, messy, rough sex, dirty talk, praise kink, a lot of spanking, crying, nicknames, breeding kink, nipple play, lmk if I missed anything

wordcount: 1.5k

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You’d been crying for hours, locked in your bedroom, the sting of your boyfriend’s latest tirade still burning in your chest. Jaehyun was a master at twisting words, at making you feel small and worthless—like you were lucky he even bothered with you. Tonight had been no different: he’d screamed at you for not dropping everything to cater to his whims, called you selfish when you hesitated, and stormed out with a parting shot about how you’d never find anyone better. The worst part? You believed him.

The knock on your door was sharp, insistent, and you knew who it was before he even spoke. Heeseung—your best friend since forever, the one person who always showed up when you were falling apart. You opened the door, eyes red and puffy, and there he stood: tall, dark-haired, and dangerous in a way Jaehyun could never hope to be. His sharp gaze raked over you, taking in the tear-streaked mess of your face, and his lips twitched into a smirk that was equal parts cruel and comforting.

“He’s a fucking idiot,” Heeseung said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. His voice was low, edged with something venomous. “And you’re an idiot for letting him get to you.”

You bristled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “Don’t start, Hee. I’m not in the mood.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from your face, his grip firm but not painful. “You should be,” he said, eyes narrowing. “You should be pissed. You’re too good for that prick, and he doesn’t deserve the tears you’re wasting on him.” His thumb brushed over your pulse, and you felt it—the shift, the undercurrent of something darker that always lingered with Heeseung. He was worse than Jaehyun in his own way: manipulative in how he pulled your strings, selfish in how he took what he wanted. But with him, it felt different. It felt like he saw you.

Before you could argue, he yanked you closer, his free hand tipping your chin up so you had to meet his gaze. “Let me make you feel better, baby,” he murmured, voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a shiver through you. “Let me show you what you’re worth.”

You should’ve said no. You knew Heeseung wasn’t safe—he was a storm wrapped in charm, a man who’d break you just to watch you shatter. But Jaehyun’s words were still clawing at your insides, and Heeseung’s touch was a lifeline, dangerous as it was. So you nodded, a small, broken “okay” slipping past your lips.

That was all he needed. He shoved you back onto the bed, his hands rough but deliberate as he climbed over you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. “You’re too fucking perfect for him,” he growled, his free hand sliding under your shirt, shoving it up to expose your chest. His fingers found your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until they stiffened, and he pinched hard, drawing a sharp gasp from you. “Look at you—already falling apart for me.”

He leaned down, his mouth closing over one nipple, sucking slow and wet, his tongue swirling around it while his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. You whimpered, arching into him, and he pulled back just enough to smirk down at you. “You love this, don’t you? When I tell you how good you are, how fucking beautiful you look under me?”

“Yes,” you breathed, tears still clinging to your lashes as you stared up at him. “Please, Hee—”

He cut you off by flipping you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass was in the air. His hand came down hard, a brutal spank that made you cry out, the sting blooming across your skin. “That’s for letting him talk to you like that,” he said, voice dark and possessive. Another smack, harder this time, and you sobbed, the pain mixing with a twisted kind of pleasure. “You’re mine now, baby. He doesn’t get to touch you, doesn’t get to hurt you. Only I do.”

He spanked you again, and again, each hit punctuated by a rough growl of praise—“So fucking perfect,” “You take it so well,” “My good little girl”—until your ass was red and throbbing, tears streaming down your face. But you didn’t pull away. You pushed back into him, desperate for more, for him to erase every venomous word Jaehyun had ever spat at you.

Heeseung pressed himself against you, the bulge in his pants grinding into your stinging flesh as he leaned over, lips brushing your ear. “You like it rough, don’t you, love? Like it when I make you cry, when I fuck you until you forget him?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, voice breaking as you clutched the sheets. “Please, Hee—make me forget.”

He didn’t hesitate. His hands tore at your clothes, ripping your shorts and panties down your thighs in one swift motion, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath him. You heard the rustle of his belt, the zipper of his jeans, and then he was there—thick and hard, pressing against your entrance. “No condom,” he said, voice raw as he gripped your hips. “Gonna fuck you raw, fill you up—make you mine so he can’t have you back.”

He thrust in deep, one brutal stroke that had you screaming his name, the stretch burning through you. He didn’t give you time to adjust, setting a punishing pace, hips slamming into yours with a wet, filthy sound that filled the room. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, one hand wrapping around your throat, holding you in place as he pounded into you. “Feel that, baby? That’s me—every inch of me owning you.”

You were a mess—tears soaking the sheets, moans spilling from your lips as he wrecked you. His hand came down again, spanking your already tender ass, and you jolted, the pain pushing you closer to the edge. “You’re so wet for me,” he panted, voice dripping with lust. “Fucking dripping all over me. You love this, don’t you? Love being my little slut while he’s out there thinking he still has a chance.”

“Yes—fuck, yes,” you choked out, nails raking the bed as he drove you higher. “Love you, Hee—love how you fuck me.”

His grip on your throat tightened, just enough to make your head spin, and he slowed his thrusts, angling himself to hit that spot deep inside you that made your vision blur. “Say it again,” he demanded, voice hoarse and desperate. “Tell me you love me while I ruin you.”

“I love you,” you cried, the words raw and broken as he slammed into you again and again. “Love you so much—”

That broke him. He hauled you up, pulling you back against his chest, your bodies slick with sweat as he knelt behind you. One arm locked around your waist, pinning you to him, while the other hand roamed your chest, pinching your nipples until you squirmed. “Gonna breed you, baby,” he growled, thrusts turning erratic, wild. “Gonna pump you full, make you mine forever. You want that, don’t you? Want me to fuck you until you’re dripping with me?”

“Yes—please, Hee,” you begged, too lost to care about anything but him. “Fill me up, make me yours.”

His mouth crashed into yours, a messy, hungry kiss—teeth clashing, tongues fighting—as he pushed you both to the edge. You came first, shattering around him with a scream of his name, your body convulsing as pleasure tore through you, your thighs trembling and your breath hitching. “That’s it, love,” he groaned, following right behind, his hips stuttering as he came hard, hot and thick, spilling deep inside you. He didn’t stop, grinding into you as he rode it out, his cum leaking out around his cock, dripping down your thighs in a messy, obscene flood. “Fuck—gonna keep you full,” he panted, thrusting shallowly to push it back in, his fingers digging into your hips. “Every drop stays inside you.”

You collapsed against him, both of you panting, drenched in sweat and each other. He didn’t pull out, staying buried deep as his chest heaved against your back, his lips brushing your shoulder with a softness that didn’t match the roughness from before. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, voice rough but reverent, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your face, wiping away your tears. “My perfect girl. He doesn’t deserve to breathe near you—not after this.”

You shivered, feeling him still inside you, his warmth seeping into your core, the mess of him staining your skin. He shifted, laying you down gently, his body caging yours as he kissed you slow and deep, tasting the salt of your tears. “Rest, baby,” he murmured against your lips, a dark promise in his eyes. “He’ll never touch you again—not when I’m done with you.”

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[mangooes]

Picture Perfect

“Sylus, no.”

“Sweetie, yes.”

She crossed her arms, glaring up at her husband, who was currently lounging on their couch, looking far too smug for her liking.

“I don’t understand why we need a painting. We have cameras, we have pictures, don't we have like thousands of polaroid pictures in our album already? why, in the name of all things holy, do we need to sit still for hours just so some guy can paint our faces?”

Sylus smirked. “Because, kitten, paintings are timeless. And I want one of us hanging in the grand hall for all to see.”

She groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “You just want an excuse to show off.”

He feigned offense. “How dare you accuse me of something so—okay, yes, partially. But mostly because I want to immortalize the most beautiful thing in my life.”

She blinked, thrown off for half a second. “Wait… really?”

Sylus leaned in, crimson eyes glinting mischievously. “Of course.” He cupped her face, thumb brushing over her cheek. “It’s me.”

(Name) promptly smacked his arm, as she stands up to leave. “I knew you were full of it!”

His laugh was obnoxiously pleased, stopping her from taking a step out of his reach, he reached for her arms, gently tugging it towards his embrace.

"Come on now, kitten. For me?"

"I— you know what, I might regret this."

And that was how she found herself dragged to sit in their living room, to pose, while a professional painter fills the blank canvas the next day.

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The artist, a refined elderly man with silver spectacles, adjusted his canvas. “Sir and Miss Qin, please sit naturally so I can capture your essence.”

(Name) took this seriously. She sat upright on the elegant couch, hands folded in her lap like a proper noblewoman. Meanwhile, Sylus…

Sylus sprawled like he owned the place.

He pulled her against him, his arm draping lazily over her waist, lips near her ear as he murmured, “Comfortable, sweetie?”

(Name)’s eye twitched. “Sit normally.”

“I am sitting normally,” he replied, tightening his grip ever so slightly. “This is how I always sit—with my wife in my arms.”

The painter cleared his throat awkwardly. “Shall we begin?”

She exhaled sharply, straightening her posture. I can do this. I will be serious.

Except Sylus did not make it easy.

At first, it was subtle—his fingers lazily tracing patterns on her side, his head dipping closer as if he were merely adjusting his position. Then, he started whispering.

“You look so serious, kitten.”

“…Because I am serious.”

“I love it when you act all proper like this. Makes me want to ruin you.”

She elbowed him in the ribs.

Sylus grunted—but the smirk remained.

Ten minutes in, she was barely holding it together.

Sylus, however, was having the time of his life.

“Did I ever tell you about the time you drooled on me in your sleep?”

She stiffened, whipping her head towards the source. “Excuse me?”

The artist paused, confused. “Miss Qin, please do not move—”

“Oh no, please continue,” Sylus said, grinning. “I was just reminiscing about last week when my dear wife—so graceful, so elegant—mumbled something about wanting to put mephisto on a bubble bath in her sleep and then drooled all over my chest.”

(Name)’s jaw dropped. “That did not happen!”

“Oh, it definitely did.” He grinned wider, eyes glinting in amusement. “Should we ask Mephisto for the footage?”

Her nostrils flared. “Sylus, I swear to—”

“Ehm,” the painter cut in, rubbing his temples, akwardly

Sylus hummed. “Oh, of course. I’ll behave.”

He did not behave.

Because now? He was tracing her thigh with his fingers.

She froze. “Sylus.”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Your hand.”

“My hand?”

“Move it.”

“…But it’s comfortable.”

Her smile twitched. “I will bite you.”

He grinned. “Oh? Are we bringing that part of our relationship into this?”

She whipped her head again for the second time that day to glare at him. “Sylus.”

The painter sighed in despair.

This is going to be a long day.

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Somehow—somehow—they got through it.

A week later, a package arrived on the Onychinus base.

She gasped.

It was… beautiful.

The painter had captured everything—the way Sylus’s crimson eyes held a mischievous yet affectionate gleam, the way her eyes held fire and defiance.

Sylus’s arm was wrapped around her waist protectively, while her posture still held an air of independence.

It was them—love, chaos, and an unspoken battle of wills.

“…Wow,” she murmured.

Sylus looked at her. “See? Worth it.”

“…Maybe.”

“I heard that hesitation.”

She smirked. “Oh, you definitely did.”

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The next day, Sylus had the portrait placed right in the main hallway.

She groaned. “Why there, aren't you going to hang it up in one of the hallways near our bedroom?”

“Because,” Sylus said, admiring it like it was a masterpiece, “now everyone who enters will know two things—one, that my wife is breathtaking, and two…” He turned, eyes gleaming.

“…that she belongs to me.”

She blinked. “Sylus.”

“Yes, sweetie?”

She took a deep breath.

“…You are insufferable.”

He smirked, wrapping an arm around her. “And yet, here you are, married to me.”

“…I am so getting revenge for the suffering you had brought upon me while waiting for that painting to finish.”

“I look forward to it.”

And with that, Sylus placed a kiss on her temple, entirely pleased with himself.

Portraits <3 and Sylus YEAHHHHHHHH AKSJDNJASDNKNASK I'll revise this later if i feel like i'm not satisfied. Anyways WE WON NEW SYLUS 4 STAR CARD FOR FREE I LOVE THIS

[buckbuckbarnesstuff]

Hellooo my dear, be ready to be smoothered by my love!!!

This is the perfect continuation omg!!! I love everybody in this! Especially Bucky, I am swooning so hard 🤭

“What the fuck did you just say?” You barely recognise the voice as Bucky’s, he practically growls at the man, picking him up by the shirt front and slamming him into the wall behind you.

THE WAY HE JUST PICKS THAT GUY UP LIKE IT'S NOTHING WHAT. I need air, omg, give me some air or I will drop to the floor!!

He loves you. And his whole world is crashing down around him knowing you’re in any type of pain.

Please, this is raising my standards in men so significantly, nobody but guys on paper will ever be able to reach them 😭 I just love him so much!!!

Bucky’s chest, smelling strongly of cinnamon, is the safest place you’ve ever known. Even though you’re still consumed by what was said back inside the bar, Bucky holds you so tightly that you have no doubt that he will comfort you through the worst of it without him needing to say so.

He is such a perfect guy and I love how she feels so comforted by simply being in his arms. This is so sweet!!

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers with a kiss to your temple. It almost sounds like he actually believes it - but your mind simply cannot accept that as fact, especially not after the humiliation surging through you from the strangers taunt earlier.

It's so true and realistic that she can’t simply accept and believe the soft words he is telling her. I get that so much, it’s so hard to overcome.

At the mention of the word ‘love’ Bucky pulls your face close with a hand on either side of your face, and kisses you so forcefully the rest of your sentence is muffled and completely forgotten about.

He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t wait any longer, omg!!! Love love love that!!!

“That you are. My beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Sexy. Perfect Sunrise.” Bucky places sweet kisses to your lips between each adjective, each one lasting a little longer than the previous. “I love you too.”

Omg I just got so flustered, help.

Perhaps your love for him is part of what makes you the most beautiful person in the world in his eyes, the way his love for you is why you find him the most alluring man you have ever met. And that will forever be enough for you.

He definitely IS the most alluring man and I NEED him in my life so bad!! This is such a magnificent way to end this and it heals every hurting part of my heart. Thank you so much, my dear. Remarkable as always!! 💜💜💜

Right Here, Waiting (2)

Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Curvy!Fem!Reader

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Summary: While out with Bucky’s friends for Sam’s birthday, someone makes a rude comment about your body, leading Bucky to prove just how beautiful he thinks you are.

Prompt: “Hey. Pick on someone your own size.” for @avengers-assemble-bingo’s 108th Birthday Celebration

Warnings: strictly 18+ due to the AU, TRIGGER WARNING internal monologue references reader having issues with weight & eating, a man commenting on readers appearance/body in a negative and unprovoked way, VERY insecure reader, slight angst with belief of unrequited love, idiots in love who finally stop being so oblivious!

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: so I was triple dared by @intrepidacious to write more for these two and who am I to break the sacred rules of triple dares? They do deserve their happy ending 🩵 banners by @vase-of-lilies

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You don’t want to be here. Not really.

Even though you’ve got Nat by your side and you’re essentially invisible as a group of Bucky’s mates celebrate his best friend’s birthday, there’s something about being in a new part of town, and with a group of people you don’t know that well, which makes you feel on edge.

But the reason you came tonight is staring at you with warm, sparkling blue eyes, and a smile that calms the raging nerves in your stomach.

“You having a good time?”

“I am now that you’re here.” You say playfully, and you hear Nat scoff lightly from beside you.

He looks heavenly, as if a statue of a Greek god was animated to life, donning a shirt which perfectly matches the colour of his irises, which shows off his bulging biceps, and just enough length to his perfectly styled hair which makes you want to run your fingers through it.

It really should be a crime to walk around looking so good that he draws the stare of every woman within a ten meter radius, head held high like he knows it too.

But while everyone else has their eyes on him, whispering about how gorgeous he is, Bucky’s looking at you, making your stomach somersault. And then the stunning smile he flashes just for you has you melting into a puddle.

Surely there’s no way he can’t see the effect he has on you, how you become a giggling fool in his presence. But that just serves as a reminder that after three months living together and him not making a move, he is very clearly not interested in you like that.

“I shouldn’t have taken so long to come find you then.” You know he’s only joking, but in reality you and Nat have barely had the time to wish Sam a happy birthday and set yourself up at one of the high top tables. Bucky hasn’t exactly wasted any time in coming to talk to you.

“Well it would have been rude of you not to say hello to the birthday boy first.”

“Ahh I see enough of that punk anyway.” He jests, as if he also doesn’t see you every single day at your shared apartment, but you don’t mention that to him.

You notice Nat walking over by to corner of the room in a group with the man of the hour, not even bothering to announce her departure unlike last weekend at your local bar with her attempt to push you and Bucky together.

Somehow being alone with him now, even though it’s a regular occurrence back in your apartment, fills your stomach with churning anxiety. Perhaps it’s the expectation that Nat believes something will happen between the two of you, even though you’re well aware that’s a physical impossibility.

“Thanks for coming tonight, I know you don’t know Sam all that well yet and would probably prefer to be snuggled under a blanket at home reading, but I want you to meet my friends. And I want them to meet the people who are important to me too.”

The implication that you are a prominent person in Bucky’s life gives life to butterflies in your tummy. Even though you’re sure the intention of his words are that you’ve become good friends while living together, it’s ammunition your mind can use to assemble a pipe dream that you serve a much more significant role in your roommate’s life.

“If they’re important to you, then they’re important to me too.” Silly boy doesn’t know you’d do absolutely anything for him, including facing your social anxiety of meeting new people if it means you get to see him happy.

“Well you’re the most important.”

It’s when he says things like this, accompanied with that earnestly affectionate smile, that hope builds brick by brick in your chest - you don’t say that to someone who’s just a friend, right?

But if he somehow did feel that way about you, ignoring all the reasons why someone as attractive and charming as him could do so much better than you, then why had he not made a move?

You come to the same conclusion you always do when Bucky comes out with these overly sweet statements - he’s referring to you as being very good friends. Roommates who would consider each other family.

Regardless, with this small sentence he’s rendered you utterly speechless, your mouth so dry and brings a ferocious heat to your cheeks that you couldn’t contribute to conversation even if you had to.

There’s a silence which passes between you, not awkward like either of you are waiting for the other to come up with some ridiculous small talk, but content, that even in a room packed with people to speak to you’re happy just being in each other's presence, words aren’t needed.

“Oh, how rude of me, you don’t have a drink - you want your usual?” You had never expected him to buy you a drink, but it warms your heart how considerate he is, that he takes the initiative to make it his priority even when it arguably doesn’t affect him.

“Yes please.” You manage to mutter out.

The cheeky wink he shoots you before heading up to the bar only further contributing to you melting into a puddle on the floor. He could do anything and have you in a trance, but when it’s small, doting actions reserved solely for you like this, that have your heart leaping out of your chest.

“So… when’s the wedding?” Nat comments, sidling up to you, however it doesn’t distract you from watching Bucky walk away, admiring his strapping, muscular back and his ass that looks divine.

It’s when you turn to look at your best friend, a brazen sparkle in her eye, do you miss the way Bucky longingly looks back at you from the bar.

That relentless hope you’re continually trying to shake returns, inflating in your chest when she talks in a way that your romance with Bucky is inevitable, when you spend every waking second actively pulling yourself back to reality on earth from dreaming on cloud nine.

“Nat you know he doesn’t like me like that.” You repeat for what feels like the millionth time.

“I beg to differ, you’d been here less than two minutes before he approached you.” The gleam in her eye has become a familiar one, that screams ‘told you so’, as if this was conclusive evidence.

“He knows we don’t know a lot of people here and just wanted to make sure we felt comfortable. That’s what friends do.” At least that’s what you are telling yourself to help suppress any irrational wish your brain could conjure at the reasoning why Bucky sought you out so quickly after your arrival.

“Well he only asked you didn’t he? It was like I was invisible to him.”

“He just knows me better, that's all, we do live together you know.” Is how you justify his behaviour, but you can tell Nat isn’t having a bar of it with the cynical look she shoots at you.

“You keep telling yourself that sweetie. That boy has it bad for you, but you silly kids will work it out eventually.” She says with a certainty that puzzles you, as if there is no question that you and Bucky are destined to end up together. She flashes a quick smile before affectionately patting your hand and making her way up to the bar.

There’s a moment where you’re left alone, pondering Nat’s words and if there is any truth to them - your best friend is honest to a fault, and isn’t the type to blatantly lie to you to spare your feelings. Perhaps there’s something she can see that you can’t, or won’t let yourself notice.

The buoyant hope you always try pushing down floats in your stomach and for once you revel in the small possibility that perhaps you’ve been wrong all along about Bucky. As unlikely as it is, maybe your feelings aren’t completely unrequited.

You feel someone next to you before you hear them speak, a voice that is unfamiliar and which sends a tense vexation shivering down your spine.

“That little redhead friend of yours is gorgeous, think you could introduce me?” It’s not the first time a stranger has approached you interested in Nat. She’s beautiful, slim and wears dresses that flaunt her toned figure, but it nevertheless causes an ache deep in your chest that you're never the person the man approaching you is attracted to.

Just once it would be nice to be the woman they notice, the one lusted after.

“She’s not interested.” You don’t even have to look at the man to know Nat wouldn’t be interested in someone who didn’t have the guts to approach her directly.

You hope that response is enough to send the man on his way, but your experience tells you men with an ego the size of a Mount Everest don’t give up so easily when they have a gorgeous woman in their sights.

“C’mon, don’t be butt hurt that no one’s interested in you. Attractive people deserve other attractive people.”

His words, laced with so much spite, feel like a kick to the teeth. Even though he’s a nobody, someone who will disappear into the masses that make up this enormous city, it’s just another reminder that not a single person in this populous metropolis wants you, in particular the one person who owns your heart and sleeps in the next room.

“You really think that’s gonna make me more likely to help you out?” You turn to finally look at the man, and as attractive as he is, there is a pretentious air to him, a conceited smirk you’d love to smack off his face. It’s a face of a man that has never been told ‘no’ before in his life. “Fuck off.”

“Don’t be a bitter bitch about it.”

Without you realising, Bucky had noticed you looking uncomfortable in conversation with this repulsive man, and stalked across the entire length of the room, forgetting about your drinks at the bar, to come to your aid.

“Hey mate, how about you pick on someone your own size huh?” Bucky looks dauntingly large as he steps up to face the man, at least a head taller than him with broad shoulders that make the other guy look like a lanky schoolboy in comparison.

In contrast to how intimidating Bucky looks, his touch is gentle as he herds you behind him protectively.

“Why? Because the whore is so much bigger than everyone else here.”

His mocking tone cuts through you like a sword, hollowing out your insides. You sense all eyes in the room turn to you, and you shrivel into yourself in juxtaposition to how Bucky shines when the centre of attention.

It feels like the air in the room has been suctioned out, your lungs and throat burning from the absence of oxygen, or maybe it’s just your lack of will to take a breath, wanting the world to engulf you and your existence to end right here.

It’s hard enough to live with the understanding of how much bigger you are than every other person in the room when it is etched into your frontal lobe so that you are reminded of it every passing second, but for someone else to actually express that notion aloud, for all the terrible thoughts you believe about yourself to be confirmed by a stranger who only needs to have seen you once in your life to recognise this about you, is enough for you to start decaying from the inside out.

It’s not just you who thinks that, now every single person in the bar is fully aware of how much physical space you’re taking up, how much weight you carry on your distinctly pudgy stomach, around your jawline which is soft unlike Bucky’s sharp mandible, how your thighs rub together when you walk, not having a gap between them as Nat does.

“What the fuck did you just say?” You barely recognise the voice as Bucky’s, he practically growls at the man, picking him up by the shirt front and slamming him into the wall behind you.

Bucky’s positive he’s never had rage flow through his veins like this before, never genuinely wanted to snap someone’s neck and step over their lifeless body until this very second. Anyone who hurts you deserves an even worse fate than that.

The bastard then has the gall to mumble out ‘it was just a joke’ as he raises his hands in defence, as if he wasn’t the piece of shit to provoke this entire confrontation.

“I dare you to say that again and see where it gets you.” Bucky longs to punch his fist through this man’s nose, the only reason currently stopping him is a potential assault charge, but then he hears you sniffling behind him and he wants to throw caution to the wind.

“Barnes, you need to go after her.” Natasha implores, interrupting the intense staring match between the two men and saving Bucky from spending the night in a jail cell. The mention of you is the only distraction which spares this man’s face from being rearranged.

Bucky practically throws the guy on the ground, searching for you in the sea of patrons staring at the commotion, before chasing after you as if his life depends on it - because it does, you are the reason his heart beats just that little bit quicker every morning at the prospect of seeing you curled up in your armchair, having fallen asleep reading one of your books and him needing to gently wake you from your slumber; you are the reason he stops off at the store on his way home from work and spends half an hour at the grocery store most days, to ensure the pantry is fully stocked with your favourite snacks; you are the reason he has not brought a single woman back to his apartment since moving in, no one on the face of this earth could could make him feel the way you do, turn him on naked in his bed how you do dancing around the kitchen in your pyjamas.

He loves you. And his whole world is crashing down around him knowing you’re in any type of pain.

“Sunrise, please.” You're not sure what he’s pleading for exactly, but he doesn’t ask again once you stop scurrying out of the bar. He reaches for you when the fresh air outside hits your face with a crispness that makes your tears sting more than they had inside, tugging on your shoulder for you to turn around and face him.

The completely shattered way you look back at him, with teary eyes that are usually so full of wonder and vivacity, shreds Bucky’s heart into so many pieces he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to put it back together again.

He’s going to kill that man for making you feel like a fragment of the beautiful person he has come to adore.

Unintelligible words fall from your lips but you don’t have the brain capacity to articulate yourself better when your mind is rerouting all your thoughts to one central nucleus - how disgustingly large you are.

Typically you’d be mortified about Bucky seeing you in such a distressed state, because not only are you huge, you must also look revoltingly unattractive with tears flowing down your cheeks, ruining your makeup, and snot dripping from your nose.

But you know Bucky’s arms, the embrace of the man you love, is also the only cure for the malignant disease which has now infected your mind, so you put up no defence to him pulling you in for a secure, reassuring hug.

Bucky’s chest, smelling strongly of cinnamon, is the safest place you’ve ever known. Even though you’re still consumed by what was said back inside the bar, Bucky holds you so tightly that you have no doubt that he will comfort you through the worst of it without him needing to say so.

It’s a blur of tears, head throbbing, chest aching and Bucky’s soft yet vigilant hands as you make your way home. He leads you into a cab, buckling your seatbelt for you, him taking the middle seat so you can rest your head on his shoulder, his calloused hand resting on your thigh, soothingly rubbing gentle circles with his thumb over your soft skin.

Not a single word is spoken on your journey, comfortable with the solace his presence brings you, and finally feeling secure being miles away from the environment that led you to feeling as giant as an elephant trapped in a zoo enclosure with mice.

Bucky’s fingers interlace with yours as he leads you up to your apartment, the feel of his large hand engulfing yours eases the feeling of taking up too much space in the world. Even though you’re much wider than him in size, there are parts of your tall roommate that somehow miraculously still make you feel smaller than him.

His keys get thrown on the hall table with a clang. The familiar environment brings you peace, even if Bucky holding your hand is a new sensation which has nervousness prickling your stomach.

He sits on your couch, the one you’ve sat on many a lonely night before you even knew Bucky, his arms outstretched in a way which asks you to curl up on him in a hug.

“No, Bucky I’ll crush you.”

His heart cleaves in two with just how defeated your small voice is. It physically hurts him that you think of yourself like that and not as the most beautiful, voluptuous goddess that he knows you are.

“You’re not gonna crush me. Now c’mere.” His voice is soft but his hands are unyielding as he practically picks you up and deposits you in his lap, not taking no for an answer.

His strong arms snake around you, large hands resting on a pocket of fat on your waist that has always plagued your insecurities, but Bucky holds you tenderly, almost lovingly, and the self doubt slips from your mind and all you can focus on is how close you are to him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers with a kiss to your temple. It almost sounds like he actually believes it - but your mind simply cannot accept that as fact, especially not after the humiliation surging through you from the strangers taunt earlier.

“Bucky, you don’t have to lie.”

“Sunrise, I’m not lying.” He retorts almost instantly, not wanting to allow any time for doubt to creep into your mind.

“You’re my roommate, you can’t very well call me an ugly pig, which is exactly what I am.”

Bucky so badly wants you to be able to see yourself the way he sees you, how vibrant his life becomes when you so much as walk into a room, how all his anxieties fade to nonexistence when you smile at him.

How you are everything he has ever dreamed of.

You sleep one very thin wall away, and all he can ever think of as he falls asleep on his own every night is if you are in the next room thinking of him too, wishing that your dreams will be consumed by him as his are by you.

“Stop. Please stop putting yourself down. You are gorgeous, stunning, and so much more than just my roommate.” He says sincerely, wiping away a stray tear as it trickles over the apple of your cheek. “You are my Sunrise, the stunning star at the centre of my universe that lights up my entire life.”

Never in a million years did you imagine these words coming out of Bucky Barnes’ mouth. You stare at him, jaw slack in utter shock, waiting for the moment where he takes it all back or to clarify that you’ve misinterpreted the intention and in fact he really means that you’re good friends, just very good friends.

This must be your hopeful heart overreacting after such an upsetting day, because surely he cannot actually think of you as more than that.

“It hurts me that you can’t see how impossibly beautiful you are, how you’re the most stunning woman everywhere you go, how I can’t take my eyes off you even for a minute whether it’s lazing around here in your pyjamas or all dolled up for a night out. You will always be the most beautiful woman in any room to me.”

Your chest feels like it’s about to explode any second with how much warmth is ballooning in your lungs. This isn’t happening. Surely you bumped your head getting out of the cab and this is all just a dream your mind has concocted to heal from the anguish sustained earlier.

“You can’t possibly mean that.” You shake your head, attempting to pull yourself out of the hallucination your brain is composing.

Bucky's eyes flit down to your lips, slightly chapped and dehydrated from crying your eyes out, but when they return to your gaze again, there’s a palpable desperation which quivers in his pupils.

“My whole fucking world comes to a standstill when you enter a room and like a magnet I can’t help but be drawn to you. You make my heart beat out of my chest just by smiling at me. There is not a day where I don’t wish to be back home here with you, where it’s just the two of us and the world outside holds no consequence because you’re all I’ve ever needed, all I’ve ever wanted. Can you really not see how powerful the hold you have over me is?”

There should be no doubt, given his confession, how much significance you have in Bucky’s heart, and yet you’re in disbelief, utter shock, unable to truly comprehend why he cares for you in such a way, when there are so many other women who are hotter, skinnier, funnier than you.

If this was written in one of the thousands of romance novels you’ve read, you wouldn’t hesitate to believe how much love the protagonists have for one another, but because it’s happening to you, that you are the heroine of this story, your mind is conditioned to reject the premise altogether.

“Bucky…” You mumble, your mind is spinning too much to form a coherent thought, let alone articulating just how consequential your feelings for the man whose lap you're sitting in are.

“Even if you don’t feel the same way, I need you to know how beautiful you are to me.” And that’s when your brain kicks into gear - you cannot stand any insinuation that your feelings for your roommate are simply platonic, and not the all consuming, devoted love that fills your heart with as much sunshine as on a cloudless summer day.

Especially not after his admission.

“Not feel the same? Bucky, I’ve been in love with you since you mov-”

At the mention of the word ‘love’ Bucky pulls your face close with a hand on either side of your face, and kisses you so forcefully the rest of your sentence is muffled and completely forgotten about.

You haven’t kissed someone in such a long time, and your stomach prickles with nerves as you frantically try remembering the movements you’re meant to make with your lips, where your tongue should be, that you should close your eyes. But as long as it has been, you’re sure the sparks you feel as his warm lips caress yours is because it is James Barnes kissing you, and not just anyone.

He smells and tastes divine, like sweet honey and sharp cinnamon, his lips soft as pillows that move hungrily against yours, like he can’t get enough of you either, and when he moans into your mouth you swear you see the gates of heaven.

When his tongue slips into your mouth, the realisation hits you square in the chest that you’re kissing your Bucky, the man who sleeps in the adjacent room, who cooks you breakfast shirtless in your kitchen, who always thinks to bring home your favourite food after a long day at work where he could arguably only want to think about himself.

The man you love. And who reciprocates that ardent feeling.

The awareness that it’s him knocks all the breath from your lungs and you need to come up for air much sooner than you would have liked, but Bucky gazes up at you with that familiar warmth that you never would have believed was something more than just friendship, but now seems like it was the clue all along that the two of you were never just roommates.

“You love me, huh?” He says in such a playfully taunting tone that makes you smile.

“Yeah… but I’m your Sunrise aren’t I?”

“That you are. My beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Sexy. Perfect Sunrise.” Bucky places sweet kisses to your lips between each adjective, each one lasting a little longer than the previous. “I love you too.”

Maybe you can’t understand why Bucky feels this way about you when there are far more attractive people in the world. But maybe that doesn’t matter.

Perhaps your love for him is part of what makes you the most beautiful person in the world in his eyes, the way his love for you is why you find him the most alluring man you have ever met. And that will forever be enough for you.

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[nemisuki]

𐔌 ✧.* ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇꜱ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || A knight spending his whole life looking out for the princess, leaves him developing feelings that may be mutual?  

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, no smut or angst, oneshot, aged up, royal au, childhood friends to lovers, knight bkg, princess reader, words of affirmation, protective & jealous bkg, majority his pov, yearning, he just a lil guy, 1.1k word count

The sounds of chatter and violins drown out in the background, his gaze solely focused on the woman standing beside him – extravagant gown and tiara glistening from hanging chandeliers – her appearance almost too perfect.

Almost.

His brows furrow at the sight of the princess stuffing her face with pastries – eyes sparkling with joy as she tries multiple desserts that were brought from outside of the kingdom – humming with delight at each bite.

After years of staying by her side like a shadow – courtesy of knowing her since childhood – he would much rather take a wound to the chest then ever admit his growing care for her, something stronger than friendly bonds.

He would much rather not admit that the talk of suitors strongly irked him to the bone – made his fingers twitch on his sword – glaring at any noble who looked at her with anything other than respect.

The purity in her eyes was something unique in such an era of war and unnecessary foes.

And he'll be damned if anyone were to take advantage of such kindness.

"Katsuki, have you ever had such a delicacy?!"

His eyes roam over her features out of instinct – the puffy cheeks, bright eyes and cheesy smile – making his heart race, a feeling he wished to ignore.

But it urges him to reach out – which he did – gently wiping some bread crumbs from the corner of her mouth, relishing in the silky texture of her skin under his fingertips.

"Tsk, must you be so clumsy with your food?"

He rolls his eyes, giving her a stern look – hiding the way she can make him lose his composure in a matter of seconds – despite the training he endured to get to such a position.

She simply giggles at his words, seeming to not be affected by his rough exterior, he could tell by the way she looks at him – with amusement and open fondness – but most of all... hardened trust.

"I must ask my father to order some for the next banquet!"

"Yeah I'm sure your father will build ya' your own personal bakery, if you so much as compliment these goods."

Another pretty laugh.

"Maybe so! Father is quite bold."

He simply keeps watch as she nibbles away at her plate – that's basically overflowing – his glare hardening at some royals who looked her way.

The blonde instinctively takes a step closer as he sees a male approaching.

"Another damn extra..."

Practically hearing the bubbling anger coursing through his veins – she gently places a hand on his shoulder – immediately making him straighten up.

Though his glare doesn't lessen as the man bows before her, beginning to exchange words as they go over insignificant matters, the prince's gaze staying on her face a little too long for his liking.

It's always like this, lingering looks of desire and greed – from one's he'd cut down in a heartbeat if she'd just ask – none of these potential suitors are worthy to even be near her.

They didn't know her like he did.

Didn't know the way to make her laugh, didn't know how often she tended to the gardens, didn't know just how beautiful she is – with or without all the jewels and makeup – his favorite sight being early in the morning.

Her half lidded eyes and lazy smile as she opened the door for him to enter her chambers – no sense of boundaries at all with him – as she wore her nightgown and crazy bed head.

Maybe that's when he became such a morning person.

"Katsuki? Katsukiiiii? Kacchan!"

He jolts out of his thoughts, surprisingly being met with her confused face, leaning a little too close to his.

The blonde quickly takes a step back – heart nearly leaping out of his chest – his cheeks dusting in pink.

"Agh- what are you doing?! And don't call me that dumb nickname in public!"

"Well you we're just standing there when I was calling your name! You were glaring so hard that you scared the poor man away!"

"Hmph so what?! If he was that much of a wimp then he's just another weakling!"

"Gosh, always so mean tsk tsk tsk."

She tippy toes to soothingly pat his head, giggling at the sight of his embarrassed expression – hidden underneath his annoyance – she always seemed to laugh whenever he was around.

He grumbles and is about to swat her hand away but hesitates, instead grabbing her hand and tugging her along, out of the ballroom.

The jealousy within him fuelled his drive.

Her eyes widen as she picks up her pace to match his long strides.

"Katsuki?"

"I hate this royal crap."

Though he can't see it, her gaze softens as she listens to him – the hidden requests underneath each word registering in her mind – y/n already understands, humming along.

Her fingers eventually intertwine with his, a habit she's had since she was little, a habit that kills him every time she acts on it.

"Some sprouts finally started growing in my garden, would you like to see?"

He noticeably lessens his quick pace – recalling the dramatic heels the maids chose for her to wear on this event – he says nothing but changes the course to her chambers.

"Change into better clothes then, don't wanna ruin that gown remember? Probably worth more than anything I have on me."

Given her cheery demeanor, he expected a laugh or even a smile but he didn't expect silence as they reached her door.

He looks back at her with curiosity and uncertainty.

"Oi what's wrong-"

The blonde stands completely frozen as she suddenly tippy toes to peck his cheek, his grip on her hand tightening with shock, his eyes widening with disbelief.

Did she just...

Her eyes lock with his – and despite the flustered look on her face – she looks at him with a mix of sincerity and determination.

"You're value is worth more then any gown or gold coin-"

His mouth is completely dry and he's positive he sees stars. Shyness creeps up as her eye contact wavers but she stays strong to finish her declaration.

Declaration of something unknown to either of them.

"-at least to me it is."

It takes him a minute to register what the hell she just said, his body unable to react as she gives his hand one last squeeze – before realizing how cheesy that sounded – y/n running into her room all embarrassed as she goes to change.

Closing the door behind her to give them both time to realize the shift of the atmosphere – shift of their relationship – the duo both trying to regulate their racing hearts.

Hearts that yearns for one another.

It's safe to say they aren't just childhood friends anymore – or even princess and bodyguard – after that intimate exchange of underlying affection.

So when the servants around the castle saw the two, oddly silent and flustered, they could only smile at the sight.

Especially when they eventually went back to holding hands.

Guess no more banquets are needed if her suitor was beside her all along.

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[ztrawberi]

𝒮𝓌ℯℯ𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓇．．．

✧ Alexis Ness, WC: 1218, G: fluff, Warn: none,

❥ A/N: Ness is such a cutie (づ￣ ³￣)づ also, did anyone hear the new skz mixtape? its so good yaya!! (*^‿^*)

To be the girlfriend of Alexis Ness was a blessing. He worshipped the ground you walked on, really, and cherished you in a way that only a desperate and controlled man could act. Who knew unmarried men could show their love to their women so intimately? you didnt. But Ness showed you.

The local cafe, your favorite cafe ever, was where you met him. In a tiny baby tee with a big strawberry on the front, your cutest pair of jeans and your lace panties with a bow peaking out from the belt. You felt pretty, you looked pretty, you are pretty, it was perfect. Second in line, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Uh- excuse me, miss…?”

A man voiced from behind you, your whole day crashing down with the thing you dreaded most. An interaction with a man. Being polite, you turned around and craned your neck back just a hit to get a better look at the mans face. Your eyelashes batted, a sweet smile on your face, and your hands in your jeans pocket bunching up the fabric from the inside out of annoyance.

“Yes?”

He gulped, quite loudly, at gaining your attention. You were pretty today. He thinks that you might be pretty everyday, actually. You looked so naturally pretty. His lip quivered just a bit, not used to human interactions in the wilderness of the outside world.

“A-are you a regular at the cafe here? ive never been here before and i- uhm- dont know what to order…”

He raised his hand and rubbed the back of neck, looking down away from your eyes and to his feet. He imagined you just yelling at him, pushing him over and running away. What kind of person were you? were you going to kill him? maybe. He didnt know you. He knew you were really pretty, though. However, you perked up a hit at his social anxiety that you quickly picked up on. You knew it all. Seeing someone else with the same issue always made you want to help them, since you knew how it was.

“I am a regular here! so, if you wanna order, what are you usually in to when coming to drinks?”

You gave him your full attention, wanting to be seen as kind. If he was one of those guys that took it the wrong way or took advantage of it, you were already prepared and thought ahead of what to do. But, seeing as he seems nervous yo talk to you, you decided to help. You really wanted good karma today.

Hearing your voice respond without a crude remark almost made Ness sigh in relief, but he forced himself to hold it in. He brightened up a bit at your sweetness. He smiled, just a little bit, but even for you to notice his change in attitude. It was silent, barely noticeable, but it was there.

“Uhm- i really like strawberry flavored things, i-i just didnt know how to- uh- say it here…”

You werent going to point it out, but you could tell he was a foreigner. His skin was just a bit more tanned than the beauty standard, and he didnt look Japanese whatsoever. It didnt surprise you that he just needed help with how to pronounce something. Anyways, thats how you met. But now, back to the present…

. . . ε=ε=┌( >_<)┘

Movie night, something you and him had done almost every friday night since youve met. Whilst getting to know him better you two figured out that you both live down the same street, a famous soccer player trying to live like a normal citizen to not attract weird fans by owning a big penthouse.

Every week, it would be your knees touching without either of you moving away, it would be sharing the big popcorn bucket, it would be you both accidentally making eye contact and becoming flustered when a suggestive scene popped up on the television that no one suspected. It would be full of unspoken words and subtle hints of love.

You two grew much closer over the time, so now, you guys were shoulder to shoulder under four fluffy blankets in your pijamas with matching face masks. Youve done the same with many of your male friends before, but the difference here was instead of fighting over food, you shared, instead of sitting on the opposite sides of the couch, you cuddled. It was like the slow burn Kdrama you were watching with Ness.

“Because… im in love with you! ive been in love with you since we were children, Jaehyun!”

You and Ness gasped, dropping the popcorn onto the coffee table to put you hands up to your mouth. After two, two, whole seasons, th girl in your guys’ show finally confessed. Ness looked over to you, a flush in his face. This was perfect, right? say it now? should he? he wasnt sure. He was scared. You were too focused on the series, pushing yourself to the egde of the couch to see better if the love interest will return his feelings.

Ness took a deep breath in, anxiety rising by the second. Your breath hitched like his when you felt his hands clasp around your face and force you to look into his eyes. Oh, his eyes. How you loved his eyes. Trying to keep your cool, you hands went up to his and you inhaled to ask him what in the hell he was doing. But he opened his mouth before you could.

“Im in love with you. Since- well- i dont really know, b-but since- after i really got to know you.”

He stuttered over his words, not used to taking control over things and acting on what he really wanted. What he wished for. What he desired. You eyebrows flew up, you heart pattering so loudly against your ribcage, you could feel it shiver through your whole body up to your face to go all red.

“Oh, Taesan…”

The voice from the television made you want to look to see what was happening, so, so bad. But the man of your dreams confessing right infront of you was the only thing you could focus on. You closed your mouth and furrowed your brows, trying to find the right words. You couldnt.

Ness took your silence as a sign. A no. His hands slowly crept down from your face, and he frowned.

“Sorry. Nevermind. I dont know what came over-“

You cut him off, climbing over the jumbled blankets to kiss him. It was sloppy and messy since the both of you were inexperienced, to be fair. But it had so many unspoken words in it. He kissed you right back, as close as he could to all the romance movies he watched and observed so that he would know what to do when the time came.

You slowly pulled away from him, sighing. He closed his eyes and pulled you closer into him as your touch and actions reassured him that he was wrong to think twice that you didnt like him back. You gasped loudly, making him open his wyes and look at you to see your eyes glued to the television again.

After two, whole seasons, they finally kissed.

ZTRAWBERI © 2025

[neigepomme]

Hi! Congrats on 500+ followers! If you're still doing drabbles, I'd love something with Caleb and Unconditional by Jaehyun 재현 has been giving me MAJOR Caleb vibes. For the prompt, maybe something where Caleb is absolutely whipped or obsessed? Over literally anything MC does?? Or maybe something where he just kisses everywhere on diff body parts bc "that's my sugar, I don't need no honey on the side" makes me SICK. Also, thank you for feeding the Loser Caleb agenda!! I owe u my life

˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ unconditional / caleb x reader

synopsis; caleb is hopelessly, utterly whipped for you to say the least. your very existence is something that should be admired, and he isn't shy when it comes to letting you know that.

🍎 pomme's notes — LIVE LAUGH LOVE JAEHYUN!! i miss you come back from the war jamal.. if anyone's interested in participating in my drabble event, the info is right here!

⋆ 800 words / fluff / fem reader / 2nd person

caleb always thought he was the luckiest man on earth. 

being able to be by your side, loving you — hell, you loving him back? he doesn't think it could ever get better, seeing as you're the closest thing to perfection in his mind.

so when you suggested to go on a formal date with him to a high end restaurant in skyhaven, he knew you'd look gorgeous, but holy shit.

dressed in a silk maxi dress that highlighted your body and left your face looking radiant — a dainty necklace with an apple charm he'd gifted you resting on your collarbone, you were the very definition of heaven sent.

your soft honey smell wafted through the room, and caleb could feel himself be drawn in like a bee to a flower — and lord, when you twirled to show him the entire look? lethal. absolutely devastatingly ethereal, knocked his breath right out of his lungs.

“so, how do i look?”

caleb felt like one of those old cartoon characters, his jaw almost dropping to the floor upon seeing how beautiful you looked. silently thanking whichever deity took their time crafting you, he takes hold of your hand and trails kisses up your arm, pulling a soft laugh out of you.

“like an angel. did i ever tell you how much i adore you?”

pulling him in by his collar, you leave a subtle lipstick print when you press your lips to his cheek. 

“mmh, you do so daily, loverboy.”

were you dead set on sending caleb to his grave early? it sure looked like it to him. he could feel his cheeks growing redder, and when you raised your hand to his cheek, attempting to wipe the mark you left on it, he took a step back.

“nuh-uh. that kiss is mine now — need everyone to know i belong with you, pretty girl. last i checked, it was illegal to look that good and be single, so this is just a preventative measure.”

you rolled your eyes at him playfully, smacking his chest before laughing again. did caleb mention he was the luckiest man ever? because he was. your laugh was the most delicate melody to his ears, and he'd do anything to hear it over and over again. 

“that was a lame pickup line, caleb. but if we're going by your logic, you'd be behind bars for being so handsome, too. i guess we'd be felons together, huh?”

yeah. dead set on sending him to the grave prematurely.

his cheeks were flushed, he'd be your lame boyfriend all of the damn time if it meant you kept him by your side, and god, you thought he was handsome? caleb was seeing the pearly gates of heaven already. who on this earth could ever compare to you — his one and only.

wrapping both hands around his bicep, you look up at him with those sweet eyes of yours, and he has to hold himself back from kissing you senseless. you could ask him to give you the moon, and he'd bring you the universe as a whole just to make you happy. for you, he'd break every law, give you every gift, and it wouldn't still be enough. you deserved everything, and caleb was determined to make sure you knew that his love was limitless — unconditional.

“shall we get going, boyfriend?”

he felt like an obedient dog every single time you spoke to him. sometimes, he thought that your existence was the undeniable proof of a higher being. otherwise, how could you have been this perfect? crafted by the hands of gods, your personality and physique so immaculate, it had caleb wanting to praise whoever was up in the sky.

the way you talked, the way you smiled, the way you breathed. he could find new reasons to worship your being for centuries to come and never have to repeat a reason twice.

just last week, he saw you pouting when you let him know that a girl was hitting on him, and he still couldn't wrap his head around how you could be upset. caleb only saw you, and nobody could take his gaze away from your figure. you were his, and the idea of possibly finding another? revolting. no one could take your place, no model, no ceo, absolutely nothing. the only way he'd take his eyes off you was in death, and he was not dying anytime soon — he had already made plans to stay by your side until the end of time.

“we shall, pretty lady. i would never dare dream about letting you down.”

scratch the praise — caleb had to figure out which god loved you so much and take its place. there is no way he's letting his #1 loverboy spot be taken.

🍎 pomme's final notes — CALEB LOVESICK LOSER AGENDA NEVER FAILS!! GRRAAAAAAAAAH

[teamackles96]

The Last Four Words

summary: Dean loses you after a hunt gone wrong.

pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

wordcount: 568

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He couldn't believe it.

You were gone.

He would never see you again.

It didn't feel real.

One moment, you were laughing at a stupid joke he'd told. The next, he was holding you as you took your last breath. His tear-filled eyes memorized every inch of your face, trying to hold onto you as your body grew colder in his arms.

He sat in the dirt, cradling you for what felt like hours, lost in the impossible hope that this was all some cruel prank—that any moment now, you'd open your beautiful eyes and smile again.

Behind him, Sam and Cas stood silent, their own grief palpable, but they didn't dare intrude on Dean's mourning.

Every time he closed his eyes, the scene replayed in slow motion—the Demon creeping up behind you, the blade flashing before it plunged deep into your back. The way your knees buckled, his scream ripping through the air as he sprinted toward you. How he clutched your body to his chest, begging you to hold on, to stay with him, to give him any sign that you could fight this.

But there was nothing.  

Now...

He sat on the floor in your shared room, numbly staring at the ceiling, daring himself not to blink - to avoid seeing that scene again. 

He felt lost. 

Lost without you by his side telling him it was going to be okay.

Who was going to do that for him now? 

He continued to look up, dragging a hand down his face trying to stop the tears falling, when he heard a quiet beep. 

A low hum followed as his charging phone vibrated on his nightstand. Dean hesitated.  One half didn’t want to talk to anyone. The other was worried that Sam or Cas needed him.

Begrudgingly he got to his feet, flopping straight onto his bed to grab the device on the side table. Unlocking the phone his breath caught. 

A voicemail. From your number.

The timestamp of the voicemail seemed to be a little before you sent off for the hunt. 

His eyes flicked up in confusion, why didn’t he get this call before? Maybe there was no signal? Maybe he on the phone to someone else? Maybe- 

“Hey babe, I’m just on my way back from the store. Sam called, he mentioned there’s some Demon activity near us? Before you panic - yes I got your pie which we can have tonight. Sam said whatever is going on should only take a couple hours. I’m thinking pie and Netflix tonight? Maybe some chill, if you’re lucky. You know, Netflix and Chill?” 

Your laugh—warm, teasing—made his chest tighten. He would never hear it again. 

“Hopefully you know what that is.” Dean chuckled under his breath, you would always joke about his age even though he was only 4 years older than you.  

“Anyway, I’ll be home soon. I love you Dean!”

His throat closed. His vision blurred.

I love you Dean.

Those would be the last four words he would ever hear you say and they were perfect. 

Tears slipped down his cheeks, but a small smile fought its way through. You were gone—but those four words were his to keep, forever.

Before he listened to it again, he made sure to press the correct button on the screen. 

The phone spoke back to him

Voicemail saved.

[theroundbartable]

@groundbreakingdot872

Arthur would never admit it out loud, but he often invented reasons to take Merlin out for a drink.

Now, he couldn't do it as much. After all, a King cannot be seen buying drinks for his servant (as he used to tell Merlin back when Uther was King and a rule he threw out the window the moment he himself had assumed the throne). But it was fine if he bought the drinks for all his knights as well, if they just weren't alone.

The first time Arthur had taken Merlin out for a drink had been a surprise on many layers. A) he had not planned to buy them drinks, but he'd lost a bet against Gwaine. B) He'd assumed Merlin was a regular at the tavern but the man couldn't drink more than a cup of wine before he was dancing on a table. And C) his final dilemma, Merlin kept complimenting him.

Okay, to be fair, not just Arthur. He was complimenting everyone. He told Gwaine about his pretty hair and Lancelot about his pretty eyes and Gwen about her perfect skin and Morgana about her make-up skills and Elyan about his empathy and Percival about his strength and Mordred - okay, Merlin had never complimented Mordred. But he'd complimented Leon's cooking skills. Which was strange, Arthur didn't even know Leon could cook.

The point was, Merlin always, always ended up complimenting Arthur, and Arthur kept melting whenever it happened. A drunk Merlin didn't know personal space, didn't have any inhibitions. He always somehow ended up sitting half in Arthur's lap, grabbing him by his chin and sparkling like crazy as he complimented Arthur to his face. It felt like Merlin were counting Arthur's freckles, the number of hair on his eyelashes, the pulsing beat of his heart. "You're beautiful" Was a sentence that paled to the look alone that Merlin gave him and still, he wouldn't stop telling Arthur how pretty he was.

Arthur shouldn't be instigating these moments as often as he did. But he couldn't help doing it. He loved Merlin that close to him, his devotion evident with every brush of their touching skin, only inches away from kissing each other.

And today, today Arthur was on it again. Downing shot after shot in order to prepare himself so he could deal with what he believed inevitable to come. Merlin was busy talking with Gwaine, but also drinking wine from time to time and Arthur could feel that moment approaching. He grew lightheaded with each drink, his mind filling with anticipation and hope and all those things he never dared to name sober.

It got later and later in the evening. People already leaving, his knights saying goodnight and Arthur was way beyond the point of tipsy while Merlin remained surprisingly formal with everyone.

It didn't dawn on Arthur until his seventh drink that Merlin must not have been drinking alcohol at all, if Arthur's vision doubled while Merlin remained static and fine.

"I think you've had enough, Arthur. We should leave. You have a tournament tomorrow, remember?"

Arthur's world focused on Merlin's lips, everything else a faint memory in his mind. "Why are you not drunk?" He slurred, surprising himself with how normal his voice sounded.

"I had water. I have a long day tomorrow and don't want to be hungover. Last time you nearly killed me for sleeping in, remember?"

"'d never kill you." Arthur responded blurrily. "Luv' ya too much for that." He closed his eyes, feeling tired all of a sudden.

"What did you say?" How had they ended up outside? The cold wind was brushing through Arthur's hair, cooling his heated skin. Merlin was grinning amusedly. It looked pretty. Merlin always looked so pretty.

"I like you better drunk." Arthur accused half heartedly, realising faintly that Merlin was the only reason why he wasn't already falling right on his face. "Like it when ya compliment me."

Merlin had stopped them, his brows furrowing. "Is that why you keep filling me up at taverns? Because I can't shut up when I'm drunk?" Pink spread adorably around his nose.

"You like my eyes." Arthur grinned at him, teasing him.

"You like it when I'm drunk because I say your eyes are pretty?" Merlin snorted, nearly overbalancing Arthur when he stumbled over nothing.

"You're pretty." Arthur said, somehow not following their conversation, revelling in Merlin's touch. "And I love you very much." He found himself laughing. It sounded ridiculous out loud. Never mind that it was true, it was weird to hear it coming from himself. It was unheard of, basically illegal.

"Arthur, are you okay?" Merlin asked, suddenly sounding worried. "You're too drunk. Gods, you'll have my head for this tomorrow." Merlin sighed and pulled Arthur forwards.

"I'm tryin' to make you kiss me. You always look like you wanna kiss me." Arthur wondered at Merlin's reddening cheeks. "Wish, ' cld tell yu. You'd look so good in a crown." The end of that conversation slurred after that.

When Arthur woke up the next day, he had no recollection of the night, only a vague image of Merlin staring at him with wide eyes that had captured the sky.

Send me a standard fanfiction trope and make me fuck it up.

I have no idea what to write, but my brain likes to do weird shit over normal stuff.

[dioslesbianwife]

can you do the jojos and jofoes with a gyaru reader?

sure, hope you enjoy, ty for requesting <333

Jonathan Joestar

Very confused but polite. He doesn’t understand your fashion at all but will never judge you for it.

Might worry that you’re “too bold” for society’s standards. “Are you certain you don’t want a more modest dress?” But if you’re happy, he won’t say another word.

Thinks your nails, hair, and makeup are fascinating and listens attentively when you talk about them.

Joseph Joestar

Thinks you’re AWESOME. “Damn, you’re stylish as hell! You gotta teach me some of that stuff!”

Loves the flashy nails, hair, and accessories. Might even let you paint his nails as a joke (but secretly enjoys it).

Tries to use different slang but gets it all wrong. “So like, is this kawaii max or whatever?”

Jotaro Kujo

Silent stare. Slow blink.

Honestly? He doesn’t care. You do you.

If anyone makes fun of you, he will deck them.

“Tch. You talk too much.” (But secretly likes listening to you ramble about fashion trends.)

Josuke Higashikata

IMMEDIATELY impressed. Loves stylish people, so he thinks you look amazing.

Will hype you up every time you change your look. “Damn, you look cute as hell today!”

Loves that you take care of your hair, because he also takes his hair very seriously.

Probably asks for your help in picking out outfits.

Giorno Giovanna

Very chill, but he definitely notices your sense of style.

��You have an eye for beauty.” He respects that.

Will never judge you, but he will be brutally honest about what looks good. “That shade doesn’t suit your complexion. Try this.”

Secretly impressed by how well put together you always are.

Jolyne Cujoh

Thinks you look COOL AS HELL.

Will 100% let you do her nails, hair, and makeup.

She’s into bold fashion too, so she loves having a partner-in-crime for shopping.

If anyone talks shit, she’ll cuss them out immediately.

Johnny Joestar

Confused but rolls with it.

“You’re a little much, but hey, whatever makes you happy.”

Lowkey impressed by how much effort you put into looking good.

Will never admit it, but he kinda likes when you pamper him.

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

Tilts his head like a confused dog. “Gyaru?”

Thinks your style is interesting but doesn’t fully get it.

Doesn’t care what you wear as long as you’re happy.

Will just nod and say, “Looks good,” no matter what.

Dio Brando

“Hmph. Such vanity… I like it.”

Absolutely respects the confidence. He values self-adornment, so he sees you as someone who knows their worth.

Will gift you jewelry and expensive clothes, just to see you draped in luxury.

Might tease you for being “frivolous,” but secretly loves how bold you are.

Kars

Raises an eyebrow. “Humans and their strange trends…”

He thinks your dedication to beauty is admirable but unimportant compared to his perfection.

If you explain gyaru culture, he’ll scoff but still listen.

“At least you have standards. Unlike most mortals.”

Yoshikage Kira

Internally screaming. Your bright fashion and bubbly nature are the exact opposite of his ideal quiet, unnoticed life.

Tries to act like it doesn’t bother him, but your boldness makes him nervous.

If you do your nails a certain way, he might get uncomfortably fixated on them.

“You’re… very lively. Try not to stand out too much.”

Diavolo

“...” (Long stare, trying to process your existence.)

Hates how eye-catching you are. You’re the complete opposite of his desire to remain hidden.

Secretly impressed by your confidence, though.

Might let you paint his nails if you insist. But only black.

Doppio

“You look pretty cool!”

Genuinely excited about your fashion. He thinks you’re super fun to be around.

Loves it when you do cute nail art for him.

“Boss, don’t you think they look amazing?” (Diavolo: “Focus, Doppio.”)

Enrico Pucci

Deep sigh. “God is testing me.”

Thinks your fashion is excessive and distracting, but won’t tell you how to live your life.

Will try to convince you to embrace a simpler, more humble look.

“You shouldn’t concern yourself with such worldly things.” (But he does notice how much effort you put into your looks.)

Funny Valentine

Politely intrigued. “You are certainly… unique.”

As long as you support his ideologies, he does not care how you dress.

Might suggest a more “refined” version of your style to suit political events.

Secretly enjoys your confidence. A bold woman is a powerful woman.

Tooru

“Oh? Now this is a rare aesthetic.”

Thinks your style is super interesting and probably flirts with you nonstop.

Loves teasing you about your fashion choices. “You must spend hours getting ready… Do you do that for me?”

Secretly enjoys when you focus on him, like offering to do his nails or style his hair.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Ok, finally have some time carved out to sit and luxuriate in my FaifaWine story! Bring on the sweetness.

Honestly, I feel like their relationship is such a good representation of what a healthy dynamic can look like. Not just for romantic but platonic as well. Mutual support and encouragement is a beautiful thing.

We love a smitten man.

Ha, Wine doing the little neck turn for Fai was so cute. They're already so physically comfortable.

God these two are so damn photogenic.

So these pictures are just straight up engagement photos, yes? Everyone worrying about Faifa's game, when that man is 100% the first who's going to be married.

I don't know if "this will hurt me but it's too delicious not to drink" is the product placement they think it is.

Uggh, lady. There are family relationships where you can tease and joke about each other being a pain, but the fact that she is completely oblivious to the fact that she does not have that relationship with Fai is so aggravating. And once again, his face was so clear!

But Wine won't let it stand, and we love him for it.

Junior's acting here... he's so not used to anyone speaking up for how amazing he is. My poor baby.

So she apologizes, then immediately blames the dad. Shitty apology 101.

It is so infuriating, because he is literally telling her exactly what's wrong, and she's not paying any attention.

I love their hugs so much!

You can see how much Wine is Fai's safe space now. How he hugged his mom, vs how he hugs Wine.

And Wine with the healthy question, of thinking about how to move past it! He's so good for Fai.

Wa and Klao doing some growing up! I do wish we had seen a bit more of their journey, but that's just my general constant need for more AouBoom.

Uh, Toey can mind her own damn business. First outing Wine to his friend without permission, then trying to set him up with her brother without even asking first? Boooooo.

Ok, the "make it loud" is where Wine and my introvertedness severely differentiates, lol. That is my idea of torture.

Not "big boy" lolol.

Arm breaking out the sex kitten call sign for his pouty baby is rather perfect.

Yotha! Seriously. I know this is your version of supportive, but your brother is so, so much stronger than you give him credit for.

And of course Wine can immediately pick up on the different vibes Faifa has today.

Perfect descriptor for our boys.

Ugh, who invited Toey?

But also, props to them casting Ohm as Tor, which is 100 times better when you remember he's going to be with Junior and Wine in My Romance Scammer.

Oh Fai, baby, don't let your anxiety get to you. You are what he wants!

On one hand, I like that the friends want to be supportive, on the other, Wine is literally just walking with a dude. Although I guess Fai's phone being off is a rarity. Ok, I'll give them a pass.

Damn, he really is a big boy, isn't he.

Um, where was I?

Oh god, the way Faifa is so sure he's not going to come first.

Tor seems like a genuinely nice dude, he should get a meet cute with someone played by Fluke on campus. (The Fluke who's going to be his partner, not the Fluke who was his partner. Good lord, these names).

I rave about Junior a lot, but I should also mention Mark has been doing such a good job. He is someone who you can see grow in each performance, and I love that for him.

This scene, this scene, y'all.

Faifa being open and honest about his fears. Wine being honest about how Faifa has always been first for him, and his only goal. Faifa's calmness when he realizes that he wasn't chasing a love that he would inevitably lose, but that he's always had it from the beginning. The mutual love and reassurance and comfort and complete and utter safety in one another's arms. I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING.

Omg, do not tell me those idiots literally chased Wine all over campus without him noticing. I am dying.

Ok, not to be a downer, but Yotha, this would have been a perfect supportive moment for you to bring the flowers. Just sayin'.

Yeah, these two are definitely gonna be the first married.

[sulumuns-dootah]

If requests are open, could you do Gehena boy's reaction to a reader who's short and pretty skinny? They don't have curves at all and are AA cup.

And they try not to be insecure about it, but they have their moments where they are by themselves and try to find something to like about their body.

Gehenna demons w/ short and skinny s/o

A/N: Finally slowly getting back into writing requests^^ As always, sorry for the wait U.U

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Any negative thoughts about your height are strictly not allowed bc if you're short it would mean that he is too and how could he be short? he's the king ffs!

If Satan ever catches you looking at yourself in the mirror in less than adoring manner, say goodbye to any other mirror you could come across

Any other further negative talk about your body will annoy him

Not at you, but at whoever set up those non-sensical beauty standards

       ༺☆༻

"Wh-what do you mean, Y/N?"

Sitri will geniunely become puzzled when you tell him about your insecurities bc you're literally his type

(Yes, your body type became his favorite the moment he fell for you, but that's semantics)

When you continue pointing out your flaws, he'll starts pouting even more

"But... I like you the way you are..."

Mostly, he feels hurt that you would talk so negative about his favorite perosn in the whole existence (even before Solomon)

       ༺☆༻

This stays just between us bc those two would kill me for this on the spot, but(!) I believe Amy would have the exact same reaction as Sitri

"B-but... If you were any bigger, it would be harder for me to carry you around and make sure you don't fall off my bike..." :(

For Amy your smaller frame adds a bit more of excitement to his kink

Like, you mean to tell me that this person managed to get this mountain of a demon submit to them?

Here goes the extra humiliation aqnd embarassement

       ༺☆༻

"My eyes are supposed to be the best of Gehenna and I still see nothing wrong with your body!"

Another puppy in the 'but you're my favorite' club :(

But if you want to build your frame a bit more, you can go to the gym together

A gym buddies :)

He can wheeze from running on the treadmill while you cast worried glances from some weighlifting machine

(I think they're called smth like that)

       ༺☆༻

Paimon comes up with a creative solution to any of your insecurities: thrist trap compilations!

They don't have to be public

It's just so that you see how gorgeous you look!

Sometimes even spends their nights making fancams of you instead of sleeping

Knows just the stuff you should wear to love what you see in the mirror

Maybe even matching platforms with so so so many charms?

       ༺☆༻

Another creative way to raise your confidence comes from Astaroth who will try to seduce you into falling in love with yourself

Not really sure how he would even do that, but he would find a way since he's the seducer demon

The one to immediatelly jump to body-worship in the bed

I mean, yes, they all would, but Astaroth wouldn't even bother to try something else before that

       ༺☆༻

A thing I sort of expect from Jiyu is that if you actually said some insults are too perosnal, he wouldn't use them

So after finding out about your insecurities, he would absolutely stop using insults of that sort

Belial, as sweet as he is, would do anything to show how much he likes you

Technically, he could also belong into the pouting puppy litter like Sitri, Amy and Leraye, but he doesn't really strike me as the one to express his sadness

Yes, he's sad, but he rather chooses to reassure you that you are perfect, rather than accidentally make you feel guilty

       ༺☆༻

Our himbo wouldn't at first get exactly what you mean(ik, sorry u.u)

At first he'll think you just need help with your workout

But after talking to him about it a bit more, he'll finally understand

This is worse to him, though, bc he has no idea how to help you then

In his mind, telling you the usual 'You're perfect' and 'There's nothing wrong', a bit too empty

Instead, I think he'll try to solve your problem with one of his talismans that will slowly help you build confidence

[mehwmidklpe]

THE WAY

Ethan Nakamura was the bravest person you know.

He fought for righteousness, respect, balance.

Ethan stands up for himself; a boy who had to rot away in the Hermes cabin for years before leaving and finding out his mother is a minor goddess.

Ethan stands up for his mother; Nemesis, goddess of revenge and retribution, a minor goddess who deserves recognition and who stands for balance.

Ethan stands up for you; a girl who's so brave but has been unclaimed for her entire life, who gave up hoping and accepted that she'll never get claimed, but most of all the girl he loves.

Now you and Ethan weren't dating, but you both know there was something there.

You could tell by the way you ran away from camp together, the way he tries to keep you safe at any cost, the way you sacrifce yourself for him when needed, the way you both give evrything to save each other's lifes.

Right now, you were waiting for Ethan to get back.

Where he went?

No idea.

What he was doing?

Again, no idea.

The only thing you did know is that you wanted him to come back. Safe at that.

But when you heard footsteps behind you, you turned around to see him approaching. Only something was off.

He was wearing an eyepatch, it covered his gorgeous dark left eye.

"Ethan." You met him halway, but the expression on his face made your chest ache. "What's.." Your voice trailed of as your eyes flickered all ove rhis face, taking in his expression.

That's when you knew.

"Y/n.." He breathed out, the emotion in his voice touching you. "I.. I gave her my eye.." You knew who he meant.

Nemesis. His mother he loved so dearly.

"She said I'd be the one who would bring balance to the gods. The minor gods and unclaimed would finally be recognized. I'd make a difference in the world. I'd make a difference for you."

The way he spoke was just so loving, so soft. All he wanted was balance. A fair world. A world you two could just peacefully live in together.

You sighed deeply. "Oh Ethan.." Your soft hand went up to his cheek, slightly caressing it.

Before he could process it, your hand moved up to his eyepatch, ready to move it up. "Don't." He stopped you.

"It looks terrible, Y/n." The boy warned you.

But in your eyes, Ethan was perfect. He could never look terrible.

It was clear he was half-god cause he always looks absolutely divine.

Ignoring his protest, you pushed his eyepatch up, just enough for you to see his empty eye socket.

Where once rested his beautiful dark eye, now was an empty dark place. But none of that mattered to you. It truly didn't.

Honestly, Ethan thought you'd find it disgusting, any normal person would. But you weren't just some normal girl. No, you were a girl who's madly in love.

So no, you didn't find it gross or ugly, you didn't run. You stayed. You stayed like you always did.

You slowly placed the eyepatch back over his eyesocket.

Then you cradled his cheek in your hand, looking at him with the most gorgeous, loving eyes he's ever seen in his entire life.

"You're beautiful.."

Ethan just stared at you.

You'd just called him beautiful. Even after seeing what happened to him you still called him beautiful.

And by the way you spoke he just knew you were being honest.

Gods how he loved you.

So with that, for the first time, but definitely not the last time, your lips met.

Ethan allowed himself to melt into your touch and to close his one eye as your lips moved so gently against his.

He had never felt this good in his life. This safe, this comfortable, this loved.

The way your hand caressed his cheek so carefully as if you were scared he'd break if you put to much pressure, as if he hadn't fought tons of monsters already.

And the love came from both sides, cause you felt it in the way he kissed you, in the way he held you as if he was scared to let you go, which he never wanted to do.

He held you like he wanted to protect you, even if you didn't need protection he was gonna give it to you.

You and Ethan stayed in each other's embrace for a long time, just sharing loving kisses or holding each other. You wishpered praises to him to assure him that he was still as perfect as when he had both eyes.

And Ethan let himself believe you, he let himself be loved by you.

And he made sure to love you the same way you loved him.

I think I actually really like this one

[fermentingheart]

I've always believed that -Strive- is particularly great as taking its cast in a new direction that is both new, unexpected, and interesting and extremely faithful to who they are at their core. There aren't many characters that I feel have stagnated or regressed in their characterization at all! I am infatuated with all of them! But, guys. Guys. Guys. I don't think I have been as entranced by a -Strive- re-envisioning since Testament came out, and they were the character that got me into Guilty Gear to begin with. Venom is so fucking good man.

I constantly told a friend I hoped that Robo-ky would be incorporated in Venom's moveset, and once again, I am the proven Oracle of Delphine the way I called that shit! It's so good! I love the little glimpse we got of their dynamic in the trailer. They're Batman and Robin!! Sam and Max!!! It's perfect!

I really wasn't sure what direction they'd take Venom, but becoming a vigilante on behalf of the city he lives in fits his character to the t. He is so so so dedicated to what he loves!!! I like that despite how stoic he is, you can tell he's playing the act up just a little bit. To me he is like the male hero in a shoujo anime. A more serious Tuxedo Mask. I'm insane about him!

I'm super eager to play his arcade mode. Maybe afterwards I'll have some more well-worded thoughts about him but ah. I just needed to gush. My beautiful wife has come home.

[belovedhoon]

a book in memory

fandom: enhypen pairing: sunghoon x f!reader wc: 1.1k genre: angst synopsis: the hardest thing you ever had to do was watch sunghoon marry someone that’s not you, if only he knew that the stories you wrote were about him.

A/N: Hiii!! Here is the first installment of my 500 follower special fics!! I hope you enjoy! ((:

“If I tell you all of me is you, what would you say?

A book in memory

I couldn’t let go of your hand in the end

I wonder if you know that all of these stories are about you

Last night, oh goodbye”

‘You are cordially invited to celebrate the love of Park Sunghoon and Julie Han in a beautiful wedding ceremony…RSVP below…’ You could feel your heart break with every word you read from the beautiful piece of paper. You knew it was coming, yet you didn’t think it would hit this hard when you actually got the invitation. You don’t know how you’re supposed to sit through a wedding where the love of your life is marrying someone who isn’t you. It’s not like you aren't happy Sunghoon found someone he loves, you’re over the moon he found someone he deemed worthy to share his love with, and Julie is the sweetest person you have ever met…they’re perfect for each other in your opinion. It isn’t their fault that you’re so madly in love with your best friend Sunghoon…in their defense, they don’t even know. Even if they did know it wouldn’t change a thing, it shouldn’t change a thing. With that said, it doesn’t hurt any less than the moment you found out about Sunghoon’s engagement. You were the first one he came to, you were the one who helped pick out Julie’s engagement ring for crying out loud. Plus you really did like Julie, she was so sweet and caring and you could tell how much they both loved each other. Maybe in another lifetime you and Sunghoon could have been together but that’s not the case here. For now, you will continue to write about the love you wish you could have shared with Sunghoon through your books. No one has to know that the characters you portray in your stories are about you and Sunghoon in another life.

You were dreading today, you’ve been dreading this day for months. Today was the day you lost Sunghoon forever. Maybe you were being a little dramatic…but were you really? It’s not like Sunghoon was leaving or anything but he was getting married today and things would never be the same. So you got ready with a heavy heart, trying so hard to hold back the emotions for what was to come. 

“Y/N! Your newest book was so beautifully written…I really enjoy the way you portrayed Blossom’s seemingly unrequited love for Jae…and the ending where Blossom finally told Jae how she felt and he felt the same way melted my heart!” Sunoo gushed to you as you were sitting beside him close to the aisle as you waited for the wedding to begin. You smiled politely, the smile not quite reaching your eyes as you did so. Sunoo being oblivious to this fact. You thanked him as you noticed Sunghoon walking towards where you and Sunoo sat. As you lay eyes on Sunghoon, you couldn’t help but subtly gasp at how handsome he looked. He was always handsome in your eyes but today he just looked so exceptionally handsome, he took your breath away. 

“Y/N! You made it! I’m so glad you’re here…” Sunghoon said gratefully to you. You just laughed softly before shaking your head playfully. 

“Why wouldn’t I be here? I’d never miss my best friend’s wedding!” You said, cheerily, the words ‘best friend’ tasting bitter in your mouth. You looked up at him and could tell he seemed nervous. I mean why wouldn’t he? He’s getting married very soon. 

“I know! But still, it means a lot that you’re here for me today Y/N. How do I look? Do I look the part?” Sunghoon let out, joking at the end, but you could tell he was genuinely asking out of nervousness. You got up from your seat and placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down a bit. 

“You look as handsome as ever Hoon, Julie is a lucky woman.” You said to him, your heart clenching at how true your words were. You straightened his tie and told him everything would be perfect. He smiled one last time and walked away after hugging you and went to stand at the front of the aisle where he would stand waiting for his new wife. You watched him for a bit as he stood there twiddling with his hands as he often did when he was nervous and just smiled sadly. If only things could be different. 

It was about 15 minutes later when everyone at the wedding was seated and awaiting Julie to walk down the aisle, and with every second passing by you could feel nerves wracking your body, to the point you felt almost sick. Just as you finally calmed your body enough to where you didn’t feel as if you were going to throw up, you heard the music start up indicating that Julie was about to walk down the aisle. And just like that the sick feeling came back. Finally, you caught sight of Julie in her beautiful dress and you couldn’t help but be in awe of how gorgeous she looked. She looked like an angel walking down the aisle and in that moment you could see part of the reason Sunghoon wanted to marry her. Julie looked just as nervous as Sunghoon had earlier. It made you feel guilty that you felt sick to your stomach at the fact that they were about to be married. You watched as Sunghoon’s eyes lit up at the sight of his future wife dressed so beautifully. You watched as Julie so gracefully walked down the aisle with her father perched so proudly on her arm. The whole time you guilty wished that you were in her position, or that this whole wedding was a horrible nightmare gone wrong, but you know that’s just wishful thinking. 

As Julie got to the end of the aisle, her father handed her over to Sunghoon and thus began the worst day of your life. The words that were exchanged were such a blur to you that you can’t even remember what was said. You looked around with tears in your eyes and noticed that Sunghoon also had tears in his eyes but for a reason so devastatingly different than you. As the minister said the words “Speak now, or forever hold your peace.” You wanted so badly to speak out, to stop this nightmare from happening to you, but you couldn’t do that…Not to Julie…Not to Sunghoon who so badly deserved this. So you kept quiet and wept under the pretense that the wedding was just so moving and beautiful. And it was, the wedding was very moving and emotional, it’s just that you just lost the love of your life and it’s okay to feel devastated by that fact. You just felt so guilty in doing so, but it’s okay…you’ll get over it eventually, right? You have to! There’s no choice in the matter! Sunghoon is married now and there is nothing you can do about it. But for now, you’ll just write your books about how you and Sunghoon could be together in another life and that’s good enough for you…right? If only you could tell Sunghoon these books are about him. But right now you have to say goodbye…

[kittenfangirl20]

Satan paced back and forth knowing that Lucifer was going to take it out on him. Just them Lucifer burst in with his Queen.

Lucifer: I know what you did to us Satan. Tell me why I shouldn’t tear you to pieces where you stand.

Satan: You need the Sin of Wrath.

Adam: I have an idea for how to deal with Satan without killing him.

Lucifer: What is it my dove?

Adam: We will assign someone to help him deal with his wrathful impulses. Bel is a very good friend of mine and she will assign the perfect person for him.

Lucifer: And if you pull this kind of bullshit again I will destroy you.

Satan could only agree, he was strong, but he was nothing compared to Lucifer. He also couldn’t curse them again since the curse could only be used once. Besides he realizes that their love was so strong that Adam and Lucifer would find their way to each other again and again. Lucifer and Adam made their way back to the palace.

Lucifer: You are beautiful in any form, but you are the most beautiful the way you are now.

Lucifer then pulled Adam into his lap. Their lips met in a kiss. They both wanted to make up for lost time.

Adam: I want you to get me pregnant.

Lucifer: Of course, I want to give you as many babies as you want. You are so gorgeous pregnant.

They got out of their clothes and Adam rode Lucifer, it felt as if Adam’s pussy was made just for Lucifer’s dick. While Adam was riding Lucifer, Lucifer stroked Adam’s dick. It was very nice that Adam had both parts, Lucifer could make Adam feel pleasure in both parts. When they both cum, Lucifer picked up Adam and carried him over to their bed while Adam nuzzled him while his fluffy little tail wagged.

Lucifer: No matter what I will always love you.

Adam: And I will always love you too.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(Stolitz AU)

Adam woke up excitedly today was his birthday. Adam was a hawk Goetia with brown feathers that had flecks of gold in them. The feathers on the top of his head looked like a stylish short hairstyle and his eyes were golden orbs. The imp butler had the little boy dressed in a little suit with a cape. He ran downstairs to see his mom Sera and his younger sister Emily, both were dove Goetia while Adam got his hawk form from his father who was never around.

Sera: Happy Birthday Starlight, I am sorry that your father couldn’t make it but he has a message for you.

Adam: What is it?

Sera pulled out a Grimoire and handed it to Adam.

Sera: You are to learn the spells in this book and lead many legions of Hell. You will also study the Heavenly bodies as well.

Adam: Is there something else mama?

Sera looked hesitant like she didn’t want to say the next part.

Sera: Your father arranged a marriage for you when you are older to another Goetia named Lilith because you will need to make a precautionary heir. Here is her picture.

Sera pulled out a picture of a swan Goetia about Adam’s age who was strangling one of her pets which made Adam burst out into tears. Emily ran over Adam and hugged him while Sera ruffled the feathers on his head.

Emily: I know what would cheer you up, there is a circus close by and it will be lots of fun.

Adam: Ok.

Sera felt bad for Adam, but she knew her husband was adamant about Adam getting married. Later that day Sera took Adam and Emily to the circus. Many of Hellborn were surprised to see Goetia royalty there. Sera even bought ice cream cones for her children, mint chocolate chip for Adam and strawberry for Emily. They sat in the audience enjoying the show. But in spite of everything, Adam was still sad. That was until a little imp boy Adam’s age in a magicians suit, cape, and top hat walked out.

Announcer: Now for our boy magician, Lucifer the Morningstar.

Lucifer: I heard that someone has a birthday today in the crowd.

Adam: Me!!!!

Adam was enchanted with the imp that he thought was so cute. Lucifer walked into the audience over to Adam and he had a mischievous little smile. He pulled the top hat off of his head and pulled out a bouquet of sunflowers.

Lucifer: Happy Birthday.

Sera couldn’t help but notice how happy Lucifer was because of this little boy.

Adam's eyes sparkled as he accepted the flowers, they were beautiful and perfect. He hugged them to his chest as he smelled them.

Adam: Thank you.

The imp boy smiled at him and it made Adams heart flutter, he didn't know why but he liked the feeling.

Lucifer went back to the ring and did more of his magic tricks, Adam kept his eyes glued to him the whole time.

Later, while Adam and Emily were talking about the performances to each other, Sera went to find the ring master.

Sera: Excuse me?

Teddy: Yes?

Sera: I have an odd request, it's my son's birthday today and he really enjoyed that little magician that gave him flowers. Lucifer I believe. Would it be possible to have him spend the day with Adam? It's his birthday and he's very lonely.

Teddy: Hmmmm..... Sure.

-

Lucifer was putting his hat away when his father came in.

Teddy: Boy, I have a job for you.

Lucifer never liked it when he said those words.

-

Adam was so surprised when Lucifer and his dad showed up that afternoon. His face flushed as he looked at the imp boy.

Sera: Adam sweetie, you remember Lucifer? He's going to spend the day with you as a friend.

Adam's eyes sparkled: Really?!

Oh he was so excited he could barely stand it, once he got Lucifer inside he started talking about his plants and nature and the sky.

Beautiful topics. But not for a kid.

Lucifer: No offense, but this is boring.

Adam wilted a little, he wanted Lucifer to be happy. His plants made him happy so he thought it would work for him.

Adam: Oh.... I'm sorry..... I've never had a friend before just my sister and my plants..... I'm not sure what to do.