#and he finally lets himself be a kid again

[seungisms]

( skz reaction ) condom or no condom .ᐟ 

📂🖇️ who in skz likes to fuck with or without a condom

genre: smut, minors dni, warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, slight breeding kink with chan cause grrrr, humiliation kink, overstimulation, small size kink with seungmin (his dick is too big for you cause i said so) creampies 🗣️🗣️🗣️ note: got super carried away and this is kinda dog but let’s gooooo

방찬. BANG CHAN

condom. he already has seven other kids he doesn’t need one more. mainly uses them cause he can’t be trusted when he swears he’ll pull out and cum on your stomach or tits instead. the faster his orgasm is to approaching the less he’s able to think about what he’s actually doing, every single coherent voice inside of him screaming for him to pull out is ignored as his cock fucks into you deep and sloppy - the promise of finally filling you up until his cum is spilling out past your little hole just makes it far too appealing to stay buried inside of your tight pussy, determined to leave you a sticky used mess once he’s done. hates himself for it but his breeding kink is dangerous, this man has to battle himself everyday to not fuck you until you’re full and pregnant, so convincing him to ditch the condoms will take some work. beg cutely enough and he’ll give in. swears he’s only doing it to shut you up but the second he sinks his bare cock into you he’s losing every lousy ounce of self-control he might’ve had, mouth drying up and eyes trained on the way your cunt struggles to take him. and he can feel every single nook and cranny of your plush cunt in ways the condom just doesn’t allow and he just can’t find it in himself to rid himself of the pleasure of finally filling you up the way you so desperately crave.  he can normally hold his orgasm out for a few good rounds, ensuring you’re completely fucked out when he finally does cum - but the first time you go without protection he’s busting inside of you within minutes. always buys you the morning after pill though and apologises for cumming inside of you, trying to ignore how good it felt to fuck your pretty pussy with no barrier.

리노. LEE MINHO 

no condom. when he cums, he cums hard. so wearing a condom just makes no sense to him and he’ll just end up ripping it off mid fuck, filling you up over and over until it’s leaking out of you, cussing under his breath that he should’ve fucked that stupid thought out of you for even suggesting to wear one in the first place. prefers having you on some type of brith control instead cause with the amount of cum this guys feeds into your pussy a condom isn’t gonna do shit. he’ll wear them when you first start dating just cause he wants to make sure you feel safe and comfortable with him but the second he catches wind you like it RAW?? he’s taking a lighter to every single condom he’s ever owned, in the trash, never to be seen again. and anytime you try to suggest using them again he’ll act so fucking offended, knowing fine rightly how much you love receiving the loads of cum he gives your greedy little pussy to even humour the idea. far too addicted to the feeling of filling you up over and over until your pussy is left all creamy and sticky and you’re crying that you can’t take anymore to ever think about going back, especially not when he’s felt the addicting press of your cunt smothering his dick and milking him for all he’s got, he couldn’t even fathom the thought of wearing them again.

창빈. SEO CHANGBIN

both. he’ll always try to remember one but gets such a bad case of pussy tunnel vision that most of the time he’ll forget about the stash he keeps in his bedside drawer. tries to keep one on him cause the amount of times you’ve found yourself getting fucked in some random empty supply cupboard or bent over his studio desk have been too many to count cause this man can’t keep his dick in his pants for the life of him, only realising he doesn’t have one when it’s far too late and he’s already painted your pretty pussy sticky with his cum. he’s far too impatient and just can’t ignore the feeling of needing to get his dick wet no matter how hard he tries, somehow always manages to convince you to let him fuck you raw when he doesn’t have a condom, swearing he’ll pull out but he wasn’t prepared for how much he’d love filling your little cunt up again and again until you just can’t take anymore of him. hates the part of him that gets off on seeing you stained and dripping in cum, and might even start telling you he ‘forgot’ to buy more while he was at the store - just to have the sight of your cute cunt all used and spilling over marked into his brain. 

현진. HWANG HYUNJIN

no condom. nothing gets him off like fucking you with no condom. he loves the risk of it all and the fact that he can turn you into a pretty mess with just a few pumps of his dick. loves fucking you raw so much that he’ll have videos saved on his phone of his cock stretching you out - soft praises of, ‘taking me so well angel,’ hardly audible over the sloppy sounds of his cock pumping into your pussy. needs to be as close to you as humanly possible so wrapping a piece of rubber around his dick to devoid himself of the heavenly feeling of your cunt suffocating around him just makes no sense. completely loses himself in the heat of your pussy, locks his jaw and rests his forehead on your shoulder when he’s fucking into you - just so he doesn’t lose all sense of sanity just from the mere feeling of your cunt milking him for all he’s got, and he’s prepared to give you it all. in the early stages of your relationship he’ll try to at least pull out for your sake, but the more he did the more he noticed your thighs locking around his hips to keep his dick firmly planted inside of you, forcing him to empty his loads into your greedy cunt and he just has to thank whatever god there is out there for blessing him with a girl that’s as eager for his cum much as you are. 

한. HAN JISUNG

condom but he forgets half the time. jisung gets so pussy drunk so quickly that protection will be the last thing on his mind, especially when he gets the chance to finally bury himself deep into his favourite place - your pussy. he likes the idea of being safe and protected but his hunger for your pretty little cunt to be wrapped around his cock any chance he can get just stands in the way of actually doing so. it’ll get to the point where you’ll have to carry them instead cause this man is prepared to fuck you nearly everywhere you go, doesn’t matter if you’re in public or not, he’s gonna beg to have your sweet walls wrapping around him near daily. if you actually do make him wear them it won’t last for long, he’ll whine and beg and near damn cry cause it’s just not the same :( and you have him so pussy spoiled that he might actually get blue balled all thanks to the rubber separating you both, might even pull out and take it off just when he’s fucked you dumb enough that you won’t notice, slipping back in and near sobbing the second your pussy swallows him up again, every raw twitch and spasm making his dick swell up even more. likes making a mess of you far too much to commit to condoms so they’ll become an increasingly rare occurrence in your relationship. 

필릭스. LEE FELIX 

condom. as much as he wants to he’s just far too paranoid about accidentally knocking you up to actually fuck you raw. also likes knowing you feel comfortable during sex and as appealing as thought of making your pussy all creamy with his cum is, he’d be a worried mess afterwards. makes sure he always has one in his wallet, cause with the amount you beg this man for his dick he’d rather be safe than sorry. even when you’re being all needy and he’s teased you to a state of being completely fucked out, whining about how much you need him to fuck you when the heavy weight of his cock bumping against your clit just isn’t enough - he’ll still find the will to ignore the painful swell of his dick to pull away and go grab a condom, chuckling and kissing away the cute pout of disappointment that sits on your lips when your hope of having him fuck you raw was once again shattered. tells you to stop being so goddamn ungrateful and take what he gives you :( with or without a condom this man KNOWS how to work his dick so he’ll fuck you stupid no matter what. the further you get into your relationship the more willing he’d be to finally ditch the condoms, but the second he slips into you with no rubber for the first time is the second he loses every ounce of control - fucking into you like an animal and suddenly your sweet, doting felix is gone and is now fucking you deeper and harder than he ever has before, wondering how he’s went all this time without the feeling of fucking you raw. 

승민. KIM SEUNGMIN 

no condom. this man will laugh straight in your face if you ever try to make him wear one. he knows fine rightly how greedy you are for his cum so he won’t take you seriously at all, fully arguing that a pussy as cute as yours shouldn’t be left all empty and sad without a cock in it and would look much, much prettier if it was dripping in cum. and he’s more than happy to be the one covering your little cunt in it. anytime you try to suggest using a condom he’ll make sure you regret it, forcing you to sit on his dick and fuck yourself over and over until that stupid thought was completely rid out of your pretty little head - pumping load after load into your pussy until it’s left all messy and sticky and begging for a break. loves reminding you how much you’d miss the feeling of his cock filling you up if he actually used one and deep down you hate that he’s right. sometimes he gets a little carried away cause the sight of you covered in his cum just goes straight to his dick, likes fucking you in public and making you walk around after with his cum dribbling down your thighs, knowing if you bent over just a little everyone around would get an eyeful of your cute ass painted in it peaking out from under your tiny skirt. and he’ll just have to fuck another load into you later that night from the thought alone. his cock is too big for you, and he gets such a nasty kick out of this fact, watching the way his cum from earlier that day trickles out of your pussy when he’s fucking you - only for him to push it back in with his cock and force you to take even more of it. loves seeing his cum drip to of your used cunt when he’s done and no amount of condoms is gonna take that away from him. 

아이엔. YANG JEONGIN

condom, but he’s easily persuaded to ditch it. jeongin is just there for a good time and as long as he gets his dick wet he doesn’t really care. he’ll always have one in his wallet just in case but the second he gets a taste of your pretty pussy he’s only able to think with his cock and completely forgets the concept of protection. this man needs you almost every hour of the day and most of the of the time wrapping a condom on his dick is the last thing on his mind, he’d much rather it be your pussy instead. can’t think straight when he’s turned on and the only fix is you. you’ll literally have to pry him off you when he’s this eager, lips chasing after you with a small whine of protest when you pull away from him in the backseat of the company car he’s somehow managed to squeeze you into after the rest of the boys and managers were busy setting up for rehearsal, trying to get him to focus long enough to grab a condom but he’s just too busy rubbing the fat head of his cock into your cunt. he’ll be so pouty when you stop him again, ‘forgetting something jeongin?’ and he’s just like, ‘uhhh, no? i remembered to turn my computer off this time,’ and just gets right back into trying to stick his dick into you finally. only realises he forgot a condom when he’s already fucked a load into you, letting out a small sigh of relief once he pulls his softening cock from your used pussy, watching the way his cum follows and dribbles out past your folds. but he can’t find it in himself to care cause you’ve never looked prettier. always helps you clean up after though :( 

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[enhani-ki]

BMF part i - reader x ni-ki

warnings : smut, nsfw, dry humping, explicit languages, etc.

notes : inspired by sza's song. reader is downbad & desperate but that's the point. i had to break this down into two parts, the part two is more explicit version of this BMF. you can read it [here!]

you've been in love with ni-ki for a long time now, and recently, it finally felt like all your patience, all your hard work, was already starting to pay off.

he was actually acknowledging you, paying attention to you now.

because before, ni-ki would always reply late, always busy, barely sparing you more than a few words and there were so many times you almost gave up, so many moments where you thought,

"maybe i should just move on."

but you really, really like him.

even though you didn't really have the right to expect anything, you hoped and pretend he can still be your man no matter how many mixed signals he gave you, no matter how confusing or frustrating he was, you stuck around.

ni-ki, on the other hand, had just gotten used to you.

you're always praising him, you say you feel different when you're with him, you tell him anything.

always making him feel good about himself.

and whenever he feels lonely, it was actually nice to have someone checking in on him, asking how he was doing. and whenever he was bored? well, you were always down to accompany him anywhere, anytime.

you make him laugh. you're a little wild (which is an understatement btw) and always keeping things interesting.

so, without even realizing it, ni-ki had let you become a part of his routine.

y/n: i'm curious tho :(

ni-ki furrowed his brows, typing back.

riki-san: hm, about what? :)

y/n: how many kids do u want me to give you?

his mouth fell open. "what the-" he just stared at his screen for a moment, completely appalled. he was not one to share his texts, let alone let others peek into his phone, but this?

he just had to.

he turned his phone around to show your text with others in disbelief. "hyung, look at this," he scoffed.

heesung let out a low whistle while jungwon, on the other hand, immediately facepalmed. "oh my god…"

you sat there, waiting. kicking your legs in the air.

even if he was busy, even if he slept all day, you were always there, waiting for him to respond.

though, what ni-ki didn't know was that you actually wanted to blow up his phone just to ask what he was up to.

luckily, you didn't… whew.

you haven't seen ni-ki for so long, and when he finally came back, it felt like you were still missing him. every time he texted or replied, it was always after you had already fallen asleep. his schedule was a mess, and judging from the headaches he had been getting, it was starting to take a toll on him.

so when he asked if you wanted to spend some time at their dorm, of course, you agreed without hesitation.

the plan was just to play video games, maybe take a quick nap together, but the moment ni-ki laid down, his exhaustion won. he was knocked out almost instantly, breathing steadily and deeply as he curled up in bed.

your phone buzzed, a while later. then again. and again.

heeseung: yo, come out and eat with us?

sunghoon: why are you guys still in there?? we’re starving.

you glanced at ni-ki who's still lost in sleep, his expression seemed completely relaxed for the first time in weeks. you hesitated, but your stomach already made the decision for you.

y/n: yeah. i'm coming out, sorry.

the boys were already gathered when you stepped out. "he's still out cold?" jay asked, and you just nodded.

they all chuckled, and you let out a small laugh before eating dinner with them. their conversations were nonsense but somehow still entertaining, and even though you enjoyed yourself, you felt bad because ni-ki didn't get to eat with everyone.

and by the time he finally woke up, the dorm was already silent. it was near midnight, and everyone had already gone to bed. he stumbled out of his room, eyes barely open with his messy hair. his body moved on autopilot as he walked to the kitchen to reheat some leftovers.

he ate alone at the counter, scrolling through his phone in between bites, texting you, apologizing how he didn't get to take care of you.

he sighed, rubbing his face before clicking his phone off but just as he was about to head back to bed, he saw you sleeping in the couch.

you stayed.

he sat beside you, brushing a few strands of hair away before pulling a blanket over you.

he grabbed the remote, and switched on the tv, immediately lowering the volume.

the soft glow illuminated both your faces as he clicked on a baseball replay, slouching further into the cushions.

ni-ki's jaw tensed as he watched the game unfold. "oh, what the fuck?" he muttered under his breath when a player completely fumbled an easy play.

you moved slightly, shifting in your sleep.

he glanced at you, immediately biting back any of his further commentary but every now and then, he couldn't help it—sharp exhales, quiet cursing, groaning in frustration whenever something stupid happened.

you started waking up, not fully, but enough to recognize the occasional, "eh?" and "tsk, are you serious?" from beside you.

you never thought you'd be a little rude to him, but you had just woken up too, and your entire body ached from uncomfortably lying on the sofa. so with a frown, you mumbled, "is that live or a replay?" totally annoyed.

ni-ki stiffened, suddenly feeling bad for being so loud. "replay. why?" he answered, looking away from the screen.

"then watch it tomorrow…"

his grip on the remote tightened slightly. "i- i just have… 40 minutes left."

"you could watch it tomorrow though," you repeated.

he shook his head, his lips forming a small pout. "no way."

you, however, were also not having it. "riki…"

no response, he's barely even looked at you, leaning to the side to keep watching the game.

you tried to stand up but the second you moved, dizziness hit you. you vision went blank for a second, your body were still sore and stiff that before you knew it, you lost your balance.

you stumbled, ass landing right onto ni-ki's lap.

his hands instinctively shot out, gripping your waist to steady you.

and holy shit, you felt it.

you already knew it was big—you'd seen the print in his gray sweats plenty of times but now you were actually sitting on his lap, fuuuck, you could feel the size pressing up against you...

ni-ki was definitely packing.

he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers twitching against your waist. "don't move."

you weren't moving. you couldn't, and you wouldn't, not when you could already feel inches of him beneath you. heavy and starting to throb against your ass.

then, as if you lost all your shame, you rolled your hips just slightly. making ni-ki hiss your name out, "y/n..."

your core clenched at the sound of his voice.

his hands flew to your shoulders, his fingers digging into your skin as his head fell back against the couch.

a soft moan escaped your lips as you rocked your hips again, grinding against him, rubbing your ass against his clothed length.

"oh, that feels good, y/n..." he groaned. his voice deep and strained.

the way he said your name sent more heat straight between your legs.

you stood up just to sit in his lap but it's to grind while facing him this time. your clothed cunt was pressing right against his length. a sharp gasp left your mouth at the direct friction and fuck yes, it really feels so good.

ni-ki's dick grew harder and longer under your ass, his hands were gripping your waist to steady not only you, but also himself.

oh, and he bet you were already so wet down there too.

you stared into each other's eyes, chests were rising and falling, both just breathing together.

he was looking up at you, then he gently grabbed the back of your head and crashed his lips onto yours to kiss you sloppily.

your first kiss with him.

messy, heated... he's pushing his tongue into your mouth desperately.

you whimpered, grinding harder against his cock, rolling your hips like your life depended on it.

ni-ki groaned into your mouth, his looking up at you, watching the faces you make while riding him on top. his hands were squeezing on your tits, then trailed down to grip your ass, pushing your body more down onto him.

your pleasure was building fast, burning hot in the pit of your stomach all because the friction was perfect—the fabric of your thin shorts rubbing against your soaked panties, his thick length pressing right into your clit, right where you needed it.

your movements turned frantic, your head was swinging in all direction while chasing your high that is already within reach. "oh, shit- ah-"

click. the light's turned on

"fuck-" you panicked, shoving him away, and he pushed you back.

you quickly hid. ni-ki sat up straight, grabbing a pillow and shoving it into his lap, covering the very obvious problem straining against his sweats.

both of you sat there, frozen.

"what are you two doing?" sunoo asked, standing there, still groggy, his lips forming a small pout. "i swear i heard..."

ni-ki rolled his eyes, cutting him off. "you're weird for even thinking about it, hyung…" he said, trying to gaslight his sunoo hyung.

sunoo squinted at him suspiciously.

"yeah, yeah, that's crazy…"

but shit- you can't stop cumming right under that blanket.

sunoo crossed his arms. "i'll tell the others tomorrow. you're so dead, y/n. especially you, ni-ki." he threatened and walked away, leaving the two of you even more frozen in place.

you sighed, cupping your blushing face and without another word, you got up and made your way to the kitchen, needing a drink of water... and probably a moment to process what just happened.

you can't blame sunoo, because even yourself, you can't believe you just did something like that either.

you can't believe you dry humped ni-ki, using him like that just so you can cum.

the realization was awful, heat started rushing to your cheeks even more as you gripped the glass in your hands.

it's too embarrassing to even think about going back. what would you even say to him? how would you face him?

but then a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind. ni-ki's warm lips pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"hentai."

you squeezed your eyes shut in pure embarrassment. "i'm so sorry…"

but it's okay, ni-ki always knew just how down bad you are for him.

you decided to go home after. ni-ki sat on the couch again after, running a hand through his hair, feeling his body still burning from everything that just happened.

he glanced down at his lap, his cock is still a bit hard but it was also painful because you already left, leaving him with the first worst case of blue balls in his life.

his mind flashed back to the way you were riding him... wishing you can come back and take responsibility for this.

everyone gathered in the living room the next morning, forming a very obvious intervention circle with ni-ki. he sat in the middle, arms crossed, his legs were spread out, looking all nonchalant.

sunoo had already spilled everything, being the absolute snitch. now ni-ki was being forced to sit through the most painful conversation of his life.

"ni-ki, as the youngest, you need to be responsible..."

"we know you have needs, but please be discreet..."

he sighed, nodding along, pretending to listen but their words were just coming in one ear and going straight out the other.

he wasn't trying to be disrespectful, but did they really think he wanted to be here, listening to a sex talk from his own members?

"and always remember, protection is key..."

"you don't wanna end up on some news-"

ni-ki nearly choked. "hyung, what?!"

jake shrugged. "there's also those shows where young couples get unexpected babies..."

jay nodded, completely serious.

sunghoon sighed dramatically. "imagine the headlines, man-"

jay smacked sunghoon on the arm, stopping him from making the talk serious. "bro-"

he doesn't wanna hear it, he loves them but hell no... they don't know any better? so as soon as he escaped to his room, he grabbed his phone to text you.

riki-san: they already talked to me :)

you stared at the message. a smiley face? okay… so it must've gone well. it's probably not that serious, right?

y/n: great…

riki-san: just great?

you groaned, scratching your head in stress and embarassment. "what does he want me to say?!"

then another message popped up before you could even think of a reply:

riki-san: can i come over to get the record?

more notes : back from the dead.

check : part two of BMF ; マスターリストm.list

taglist: @dolliewon @ziiao @17ericas

[raynewolferune]

Later Constantine will say he should have known better the moment he opened the door to see a "harmless" child standing there with an arm still raised mid-knock.

"What." Constantine grumped, glaring bleary-eyed at the scamp that had just woke him up far to early from his hangover nap. (Nevermind that he'd been less napping than fallen unconscious or that it was rapidly approaching evening instead of anything close to morning.)

"Are you John Constantine?" The kid asked, eyes widened like a startled deer at the sight of him.

"Who's bloody asking?"

The kid blinked, face twisting into and muoe of bafflement.

"Me?" He answered pointing to himself with one hand. The wooden boards beneath the teen creaking as he shifted his weight uneasily.

Constantine just gave kid a deadpan glare. That told him bloody nothing. Thanks so much.

The kid shifted again, hefting the strap of his backpack up a bit to resettle the bag slightly more comfortably on his boney shoulder. The bag was visibly heavy and the seams of the fabric creaked and groaned a bit at the movement. Bloody hangovers giving unfortunate assholes like himself bloody superhearing sensitivity.

Constantine clenched his teeth against the agony lancing through his skull in vicious spikes to keep from snapping at the kid. The scrawny berk hadn't done a thing to deserve being chewed out but a hungover brit.

"Fine." He ground out. "Come in."

He stalked back into the darkened living room leaving the front door open wide behind him. If he had to entertain company hungover as shit at least he wouldn't have to do it with the bloody sun trying to gouge out his bloody eyeballs.

The kid followed him hesitantly into the house shutting the door softly behind himself.

"What are you here for?" Constantine asked as he strode into the kitchen and started assembling himself a hangover home remedy. Not a true magical cure unfortunately, he'd let himself run out of those. His past self was a bloody bastard. Fuck that guy.

The kid set his backpack carefully down on the other end of the countertop from him.

"I accidentally removed some kind of magic mind control device from my new adopted dad." The kid started seeming less uneasy now that they were finally on what was the teen's anticipated script for this interaction. "CW said it was too dangerous for us to contain and told me to bring it to you."

Well.

Alright then.

At least he wasn't going to have to clean up some over zealous morons fuck ups later on.

Constantine sighed and held out a hand.

"Sure kid. Give it here and I'll take care of it." He said. Kudos that the kid immediately unzipped his bag and picked up the magical item as told to hand over (bloody hell, he hadn't even noticed the sprog was wearing gloves). "Holy Hell what the bloody fuck is that." Constantine breathed out horrified body locking up in an instinctive freeze response as his face drained and his very bones grew cold.

"Magical mind control" his bloody arse that was a damned shackle.

It looked a bit like a jewelry-fine chain that was blackened and crusted in something like old blood but thorns (long, slender, and sinesterly curved with wicked sharp barbs along their edges) were dotted along it's surface. Even as Constantine stared, the cursed binding rapidly curled around the child's left hand blessed blocked from digging into his flesh by the thick protective gloves the boy wore. The binding writhed across the kid's hand and wrist for several moments before seeming to realize it would never manage to reach his skin and settling on a tight grip instead. As it stilled it began to pulse and throb almost like a beating heart.

"Oh I am never going to touch that." Constantine choked out in a strangled wheeze. The boy startled.

"Wha-but you said-!"

"Yeah, no," Constantine said waving an arm Ina way meant to be reassuring as he took a healthy step back from the kid and the cursed object said kid was holding. "I'm still going to take that thing off your hands and contain for you." Bloody literally. What fresh hell is this. "I just ain't got any kind of gloves or gear that'll make me safe holding that damned thing like you." He explained taking another stumbling step back and bumping into the fridge.

"Oh." The kid said shoulders lowering a bit as he started to relax a bit with the knowledge Constantine wasn't about to just abandon him with that thing. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense." He said nodding slightly, paused, and then frowned slightly. "What are we going to do about this then?" He asked shaking his imprisoned (bloody hell was that thing growing?) hand slightly as emphasis.

Like Constantine could possibly forget they were discussing the nightmare fuel in the room with them right now.

Constantine forced himself to take a slow, deep breath. Calm down. Just calm the hell down. What the bloody hell could he do about this?

He forced himself to take another deep breath.

He felt uncomfortably sober at the moment.

"Okay," Constantine breathed out again. First thing first, there was no way in hell he'd be containing this thing here in his house. He'd never sleep again.

Justice League vault it is.

"Okay," Constantine repeated more firmly, meeting the kid's gaze and gesturing for the boy to follow him. "Let's head to the Watchtower to start. Can't do nothing else until we're there regardless."

The Bat was going to have his arse for bringing a civilian up there but frankly Constantine couldn't bring himself to give a shit.

Not evil?

Danny had never felt so bewildered. The probable concussion didn’t help but he doesn’t think that would change anything really. Pariah Dark had invaded, he had to finish his parents ecto-skeleton suit ASAP just to get enough power to beat him, then in the process of fighting him he had hit Pariah in a way that the impact rippled through him and something had popped out and clattered to the ground.

Pariah had frozen in place, his form wavering, before he completely changed appearance. Then he was practically bawling about finally being free and giving unending thank yous while clinging onto Danny. Exhausted and his brain not computing Danny just let him while trying to understand what just happened.

Danny had later passed out and upon waking learned that Amity was returned back to their dimension and rebuilding. He had been collected by Clockwork and returned to his friends with a note to go see him later.

After recovering for a week he had gone to see Clockwork. He had assigned him a mission to take the item that had controlled Pariah to John Constantine for destruction. He was even given a royal scroll to present to him as proof. When asked why he was doing it Clockwork had been his usual cryptic self. With a sigh Danny asked how to find Constantine and was told to go to the Justice League’s Watchtower.

[chuelectrico20]

Movie Tails appreciation post

Idk why I've been having Tails brainrot lately, especially movie Tails, so i wanted to put my thoughts out there about him mainly bc I think he's really underappreciated in his character compared to Sonic and Knuckles who have more animated personalities and Shadow who's well you know Shadow lol.

First off his introduction, already the basics he's a kid genius and admires Sonic greatly though in this iteration it's important to note he actually goes out of his way to find Sonic (see pre-quill comic for more info) so he already has a great deal of independence for himself. In this, though, while he can take care of himself in some ways, it comes from a necessity as he was outcast from his village, and in the novel, it's implied he was abandoned.

Likely being isolated for the majority of his life (hey, like Sonic!) he's kinda socially inept, like when he's explaining he was basically stalking Sonic for months (to be fair Sonic also did this with the Wachowski's), fanboying during the car escape with a confused Sonic, or when he tried telling Sonic everything will be ok when Tom got hit by Shadow. He's like the most mature out of the 3, but that doesn't mean he understands everything. He's only like 8 or younger, and he still needs guidance at the end of the day.

Add to that point, I just generally appreciate how they don't forget how Tails is the youngest. He got so happy seeing the live Chao show he was clapping along and everything that's just plain cute! His age is also easily recognizable in his character design, both because of his more stubby stature and bigger forehead. (I always go aww when he's on screen)

Back to his genius side, what's a Tails without gadgets and his gadgets also tell alot about him. Tails relies a lot on his gear, which makes sense, and, more importantly, his gadgets are his way of connecting with others to show them he's someone with something to offer. This comes back to his abandonment issues. He puts a lot of worth in them because without them, he doesn't feel like he's worth a lot, let alone friends or family. Even when he finally reached Sonic, he didn't think that Sonic would want him to come along. When he says lines like "Tails was just excited to be included." or goes along with the Team Sonic name and is the most adamant about being a team he's trying so hard not to be abandoned again.

And now I wanna highlight some moments i personally love

-he's the only one to put the down the Chao head without throwing it

-giving Unit a chance and wanting to keep him (using puppy eyes too lol)

-they let him pilot the GUN helicopter🥺

Okay that's it thanks for reading my ramblings to the end 💛

[jaehyvno]

˗ˏˋ what they love most about you. ´ˎ˗ stray kids

pt. 1 | pt. 2

pairing: bf!skz x fem!reader content includes: general swearing, reader is taller than minho genre: fluff! word count: 1k >

𝜗𝜚 chan .

the two of you had just exited the restaurant after a cute date night, an apology from you for not being around the past few weeks. your work had been increasing, new projects and deadlines you had to prioritize over your boyfriend.

chan, as always, was completely understanding, waving away your apology quicker than you could let it out. "nah, nah. you don't have to apologize."

you persist. the two of you hadn't seen each other in a while.

"if anything, i've ghosted you for work at worse times. it's totally okay!" he says still, but then, he's not going to say no to a chance at time alone with you. plus you'd booked in advance.

the date in itself was went well. you took a candid picture of him while he was pondering over the menu selections, murmuring to himself. he'd noticed and startled so hard that he made himself, and you giggle. ensue him trying to take pictures of you in return.

there was idle conversation over food, hand holding while waiting for dessert and arguing over who'll pay (even though you'd made it very clear that this was your treat).

the two of you walk out hand in hand, both an equal shade of red after an elderly lady commented on how she could see herself and her husband in the two of you. flattering. but then she'd asked something about a ring on the finger, and well the two of you had never rambled nervously so fast.

as you and chan walk, you snicker to yourself making him look over. "something funny?" he says with the mock sass and attitude that you found so attractive. you shake your head, a palm over your mouth to muffle your laughter. it wasn't even that funny. you were just high on the feeling of chan's hand holding yours and everything being perfect.

he scoffs, but you see the hint of an amused smile on his lips, so you squeeze his hand. he squeezes back.

the two of you walk in silence after that, when you notice two men approaching you. chan steps forward, covering you just enough and his grip on your hand tight.

"hi! are you guys a couple?" one of them asks, cheery and smiling too wide. you cringe internally, having seen a lot of these street interviewers online. chan nods, and then confirms it in a deeper than normal voice. "great!" the guy says. "would you mind answering a few questions for us?"

you tilt our head, trying to assess the interviewers. they hadn't come up you and your boyfriend with money and asking for you to pretend to be cheating on chan—as they probably did for most of those videos online—so they were probably okay people.

chan looks back at you, as if asking for permission. you shrug, and then nod. what the heck, sure.

"great, okay so. how long have the two of you been dating?"

chan looks back at you again, letting you have the space to answer first if you wanted to. you fumble, "oh uh, two—no, wait three years."

"best three years of my life." chan comments from the side, a genuine dopey smile taking his features. a surprised laugh leaves you at how in love he looks. was that how you looked at him too?

"aw guys, wait that's so cute. what plans do we have for the future with each other?"

the interviewer guy holds out his phone (acting as a mic) towards you again but chan leans towards it, "mind if i take this one? honestly, second time this night someone's brought this up," a subtle reference to the old lady at the restaurant and your cheeks fire up again.

chan continues, "marriage, obviously, if she'll have me. and kids. but that's all in the distant future, right now i think we're very happy with just us."

you blink and a flash of that future appears behind your eyes. kids. with chan.

"as you should be, as you should be." the interviewer scrolls through his questions for a second and then, "okay final one. what do you love most about your partner?"

you answer first, an obvious and slightly practiced one, "everything." it's not a lie, but a cliche answer nonetheless. "he's just perfect in every way. checks every box, you know?"

the phone slash mic goes in front of chan.

he doesn't answer for a moment, eyes on you, tongue wetting his lips. "her laugh."

"living proof that she's happy. and i love her happy." he continues, "i mean—" you chuckle, half nervously half startled. "see!? isn't that the most beautiful sound you've heard in your life?"

you squeeze his hand, tighter, nails digging into his knuckles. "stop, i love you." you frown.

he smiles bright, that dopey grin that you need to kiss off his face. "love you most."

𝜗𝜚 minho .

"are you seriously wearing that?" disgust seeps into minho's words and you barely hold back and eye roll. ignoring him, you continue trying to put in your earring.

you hear his footsteps, and then his face behind you in the mirror. his brows are drawn and he has his scrunched up weirdly. your lips quirk up. his smile copies yours.

"still talking to you, by the way." his hands grasp the earrings from you and he turns you around. he's gentle with how he puts the earring in, but you still hiss in pain. a low sorry travels in the air. "i'm no fashion expert and i mean, your clothes your choice. but, baby..."

not wanting to have the conversation, you try to grab the other piece of jewelry from him, but his hand goes up. you make a 'really?' face and grab his wrist. the height difference between you and him was in negatives, with you gaining a single centimeter over minho. he wrenches his wrist and keeps his hand behind his back.

"give it back!" you whine, but he steps back, flicking your forehead as he does. "dude, what the fuck, OW!"

he smirks. "answer me first."

you pout, moving away from him and going back to stand in front of the mirror. your code for 'no'.

"what's the point of me buying you shoes and stuff if you're not going to use them, hm?" he places the earring on the vanity, his voice considerably softer.

minho puts his hands in his pocket, weight leaning on one foot, dressed in jorts paired with a white tank and green cardigan. the outfit was a choice, certainly but he managed to pull it off cleanly. he looked delicious already, but the look he was giving you was turning you into a gooey puddle.

"i bought them with my own money," you say feebly. bad argument, another attempt at diverting the topic. he catches it.

he claps enthusiastically, "great! i love independent women. my baby destroyed the patriarchy with that!" you scoff at his sarcasm and he scoffs at you in return. "we're not going if you don't tell me what's going on. i'll tell jisung we can't make it."

"i can wear whatever i want to, oh my god, what's your problem!?"

a brow raises on his forehead, a hand gesturing at you. "this. you've been so pissy. trust me, i love attitude from you but something's wrong."

you sit down on the vanity chair, slumping. there's no hiding anything from him. "i just... i feel guilty."

minho looks confused as he kneels in front of you, taking your hands in his. his thumb brushes your knuckles softly. "guilty? about wearing atrocious sandals with the prettiest dress?"

you punch his shoulder.

"no, i—anything else i wear makes me taller than you. and..." his thumbs still, and his brows pinch together. you almost coo at how cute he looks like that.

minho presses a kiss to the back of your hand. "yn, and?"

"i heard changbin talking to you. something about how you should have been insecure since you're shorter than your—"

"and you think i listen to anything changbin talks to me about?" he interrupts. you stay silent, staring at his hands with yours.

"honey, i don't care about that. if anything, i kinda—" his ears tinge red. "i like when you wear heels. when you're tower over me. no, you know what, i love it. the height difference is hot. there i said it."

you frown, unsure. you had expected him to say that, but you'd been worrying about this for a while now. what if he's been fostering jealousy or anger about this secretly?

"yn, baby..." minho pleads. "look at me." you look up to see him pouting. your heart jumps. "i love you. you know that."

you nod.

"i fucking love your height. they should make a tall girl about us, i don't care. you're my giraffe. my godzilla. king kong. i don't know other tall animals. my little pony? no, my tall pony."

you snicker, using his hand to hit him.

"plus, changbin is literally half a second tall. all his exes have been taller than him, he's not eligible to speak." minho leaves your hand and reaches out to cup your cheek and pinches it. "my baby," he coos.

"i know you're not insecure about your height, and you don't need to worry about me being insecure about mine, okay? it's superficial. at the end of the day we're human shaped cats and i'm the ann darrow to your king kong—"

"oh my god, you're so fucking weird," a watery laugh leaves you. "can't believe i was worrying myself over you. shut up."

he laughs, standing up finally. he grabs your abandoned earring from the table and leans over you, brushing away your hair. he helps you put it on and then pecks your cheek.

"we're good?"

"better than good."

"great," he smiles sweetly. and then, "hurry your cute ass up, we're late now."

an: 😈 changbin shade for what. i was giggling writing this lamo 😭 i had something super cute planned for jisung's, hyunjin's and changbin's. i'll write them afterwards tho. hope this was fun to read :D requesrs are open and so are taglists :)! permanent taglist: @the-firstfruit

[gakukitty]

got an idea ! could u write something with natsuki getting intimate with his gf but everytime they try to, mafuyu interrupts them

— COCKBLOCK ? x natsuki seba

summary . mafuyu’s a sweet kid— but should probably learn to just stay in his room for a little while.

wc . 1.3k

cw . VERY SUGGESTIVE MDNI , ummmm mafuyu described as ‘little’ because he’s my son idk if that’s important , FEM! READER !!!!!! uhhhhh idk what else

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note : wrote this late at night again instead of doing work :p

natsuki has spent the last few days planning this— and it’s all going according to plan. his warm hands trail down your sides, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers sweet words and praises to you. he kisses the side of your neck softly, fingers slipping down to the edge of your pants.

he’s been wanting to do this for months now. you’re his girlfriend; of course he wants to get intimate! how can he not? you’re the most gorgeous girl in the world, and he really can’t keep his hands to himself when he’s with you. he shifts closer, lips curving into a slight grin.

“right here?” he muses, toying with the waistband of your pants. he presses another kiss to your neck, humming at the sound that escapes you. so cute.

“or maybe—“ natsuki’s voice is cut off by the sound of a door opening. he grunts as you shove him away, feet lifting to kick at him in both embarrassment and mild annoyance at being disrupted. he clicks his tongue, a hand reaching to grab your ankle as he turns his head to the door— ready to glare at whoever had the nerve to ruin his opportunity to finally get in his girlfriend’s pants.

natsuki’s just a little surprised to find his brother— who has most definitely not announced himself before visiting—standing there, hand clutching onto the door handle and if he wasn’t wearing his mask, you’re sure his jaw would be dropped.

“you disgust me.” mafuyu scoffs under his breath, eyes narrowing. he’s not dumb, but he almost wishes he was after walking in on.. whatever this is.

you stare back at the younger boy, and you are absolutely 100 percent sure that you just want to melt into a puddle on the spot. natsuki just rubs your ankle gently— a poor attempt at soothing you. it has the opposite effect, instead making you flinch away from him and get off of the bed. poor natsuki just sighs in defeat as you practically rush out of the bedroom.

“you guys, uh.. could have continued..?” mafuyu trails off, glancing back at you. though, his words do little to soothe the embarrassment slapping your face repeatedly and ringing through your ears like some sort of annoying alarm. natsuki looks back at his brother, raising a questioning eyebrow at the younger boy.

“what is it?” he asks, sitting up straight. he hopes that this is something important—

“can i have some money?”

“get out.”

after that incident, it seems that you’ve become a little more shy than before. natsuki has to be very careful with his approach, he needs to set the right mood and definitely has to make sure that he’s gentle.

so, here you two are— cuddled up on the couch and watching some sort of horror movie. he’s not exactly interested, but he does smile slightly at the little sounds that escape your lips at a particularly scary scene.

natsuki presses his nose gently against the side of your neck, kissing the skin there softly. his hand slowly moves to your thigh, lightly squeezing the flesh.

you glance over to your boyfriend, who’s acting completley oblivious. you’re a little nervous— how can you not be with the way he’s touching you right now? even with the warmth growing on your cheeks, you move with a slight shift, getting a little closer to the man beside you. he lets out a quiet hum, his teeth grazing over the skin of your neck. at this point, the movie you both had been watching is just background noise.

and natsuki wouldn’t have it any other day. you’re all his for tonight— little mafuyu is probably out somehwere else— and he’s got all the time in the world to finally reach second base with you. he moves a little closer, taking care to be gentle. he knows that you’re still just a little shaken up by before— he’d say that he feels the same, but it honestly didn’t affect him that much. it was just one time— mafuyu will forget about it, right?

“what’re you watching?” a voice causes natsuki to pause his movements— and elicits a slight yelp to leave you. your boyfriend just kisses your cheek softly, a sigh escaping his lips as he turns to face, you guessed it, young mafuyu.

“the first scream movie.” natsuki answers, hand caressing your thigh gently. you just give the younger brother a small smile, your heart beating a million times per second. this is so embarrassing— the second time you’ve been interrupted! maybe it’s just not meant to happen.

“nice.” he hums, sitting down on the couch beside his brother.

and with that, the three of you spend the rest of your night watching movies. while it wasn’t really how you had expected for things to go— you can’t complain. mafuyu’s a good kid.

the next time, natsuki is determined. he’s got locks and chains on hand, ready to keep the door shut so no younger brothers can just waltz in and cockblock him.

natsuki’s got you under him, just like he’s been practically dreaming of. his hand gently cups your cheek, gaze meeting with yours. perfect. this is all so perfect. maybe the chains are a little out of place, though.

but he pays no mind to them when he leans down, kissing your lips sweetly. his hand trails down to the neckline of your shirt, gently tugging it down a little. with how close the both of you are, he’s sure you can feel the way he stiffens in his pants.

he pulls away after a moment to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then your jaw.. until he’s eventually trailing kisses down to your chest. his hand slips under the fabric, fingers moving up and ready to unclasp your bra. this is exactly how he’s wanted it to be— even if he feels like he’s being a little bit more demanding. he can’t help it! natsuki has been trying to have this moment for so long now!

that’s why he thinks he’s about to pop a vein when his phone rings. with a quiet sigh, he reaches out to grab the offending object. mafuyu— of course. he gives you an apologetic look, moving to lay beside you as he answers the call. what type of brother would he be if he were to decline it? even with the absolute need he feels for you, he can’t just ignore his younger brother.

“yes?” natsuki hums, lifting a free hand to lightly tousle your hair.

after a week of these stupid incidents happening, natsuki thinks that he’s going to go insane. his cock is terribly hard, and he’s just slightly on edge. he wants nothing more than to just have his way with you, finally, after all this time.

so, it’s safe to say that the man is more than delighted when he can finally catch you alone. mafuyu is with some girl— hopefully she’s enough to entertain him for an hour. or two. or three— just how much time is natsuki going to take with this? he doesn’t know, but he’s already looking forward to it.

“(name),” his voice is as nice as ever when he calls out for you. he walks over to your form— you’re sprawled out on your bed, scrolling through your phone. “sweetheart.” natsuki hums, getting into bed beside you. his hand trails down your arm, eventually reaching your free hand where he intertwines your fingers. he almost feels bad for being so direct.

but honestly; he really can’t hold himself back anymore now that he’s finally got his chance ! goodbye, self-restraint— and hello, feral bf! seba.

© gakukitty please don’t copy my work , repost it and claim as your own , translate , or do anything stupid with it ! try and improve on ur own skills first ♡

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One FortyFour

Eddie’s standing in the doorway, waiting for Steve when he pulls into the driveway. Steve climbs out, grabbing his lunch box. Eddie insisted on packing it for him today, which Steve really appreciated. He had been only a tiny bit nervous when he opened it, but to be honest it was pretty normal, even if salad tomatoes, grapes and blueberries don’t instinctively go together, nothing was chopped too small, so Steve just picked out the tomatoes and ate those first. The goldfish were just loose though, so it was lucky Steve had the box flat when he opened it, and it only felt a little bit like a booby trap.

Steve deliberately keeps his face expressionless as he walks up to the house, Eddie looking on nervously. He frowns, “you okay Stevie? Was it okay?”

“I got it,” Steve says, doing his best to sound really sad.

“You...oh that’s okay Stevie- wait. Oh!” Steve grins, Eddie does a little jump before grabbing him up in a big hug, “you got it! You’re a kindergarten teacher!”

“Assistant,” Steve reminds him, nuzzling into Eddie’s hair, Eddie doing a little wriggly dance of excitement against Steve, “I get to call in Family Video on Monday and tell them I won’t be back, which is just...it feels really good. And now I’ll be home evenings and weekends and...it just feels a lot better, you know?”

Eddie grins at him, “so proud of you Stevie. We will get to have more time together. And I like this,” Eddie tugs on Steve’s new tie gently, making Steve snort a laugh.

“How are you?” Steve leans back more so he can rest a hand low on Eddie’s tummy.

Eddie shrugs, “good but...kind of nervous about later.”

“Yeah...but we need to know though, right?”

“Right,” Eddie nods, determined.

Steve hasn’t seen his catchers mitt since he was about thirteen, but he wonders vaguely if it’s still in the garage. He dismisses the idea pretty quickly, certain that Eddie would be deeply offended.

Steve and Eddie sit on the couch, staring into space. Trying to...absorb.

Owens had measured Eddie’s egg last time, and again this time, to confirm it was growing.

And it is. The smaller eggs that Owens thought were either failures or not fertilized at all had already disappeared, so he’s no longer concerned about any weird infections. He thinks that Eddie may have just passed them, or they might have just...gotten reabsorbed, which Steve just, chose to ignore, rather than getting freaked out by it.

“This is...a lot, right?” Eddie asks quietly.

“Uhm. Yeah. Yeah it kind of is.”

Eddie’s fingers creep over the couch cushion, Steve tangles their fingers together when they make contact.

“Stevie?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you...do? With a baby?”

Steve snorts a laugh. He looks over at Eddie, and Eddie’s bemused face just causes him to break down into, slightly, hysterical laughter.

“Joyce will help,” Eddie says, once Steve finally stops laughing.

“Yeah, pretty sure she will,” Steve confirms.

“I...can’t believe it’s in there...now. Right now.”

“I...yeah. I think this is going to take a minute to sink in.”

“I’m going to teach them to read. And play guitar.”

Steve sighs, letting himself flop over, lying with his head on Eddie’s lap, Eddie’s fingers immediately finding their way into Steve’s hair, blunted nails scratching softly, “you’re going to be a great dad.”

“And you,” Eddie says immediately. He tilts his head, “Stevie are you...happy about it?”

“Yeah, yeah of course. I...just didn’t think we’d have kids you know and that would be fine too but...yeah. I’m happy about it. Completely happy, I just...it needs to sink in. You?”

“Happy, but...little scared.”

“Do you want to tell people? Or...wait? Maybe we should wait until Owens checks it out again? If it’s still growing in a few weeks time then...it’ll be more sure, right?”

“You think something could still go wrong?”

Eddie’s frowning, so Steve reaches up, smoothing the crease of Eddie’s eyebrows with his thumb, “baby...I mean, normal human pregnancies go wrong sometimes, right? And we’re two different species so I just think...maybe wait, just a minute?”

“I want to tell Chrissy.”

“Yeah...I know. I feel the same, I want to tell Robin. Even if it doesn’t work out, I’d like to tell her.”

“We should Stevie, I think it’s going to be fine.”

“Okay. Okay.” Steve climbs up off the couch, “I should tell them I got the job anyway, I’ll call Robs, invite them over.”

Eddie is staring down into the sink, “Stevie?”

“Just leave it. Please. I know I’m doing it okay, and I don’t know why, but it just feels important so. Please. For me.” Also Steve doesn’t want to talk about how he’s acting like a weirdo about this and it’s making him more than a little self conscious.

Eddie seems to accept that, “would you be happy with a bucket?”

“A bucket?”

“Yeah? Like, we could fill it with water, and then we’re not always wasting sinks full of water every time.”

Steve, for a brief second, thinks Eddie’s mocking him. But then he knows it’s Eddie and Eddie just...isn’t like that. “Yeah I mean...I don’t think it matters what it’s in, I just need it to be there.”

Eddie nods, “you were right about the beer. I am having a baby,” Eddie suddenly breaks into a big grin, “baby!” he whispers, full of excitement.

Steve gets it, every time the thought crosses his mind he’s filled with emotion. It keeps hitting him, again and again, and the feeling doesn’t seem to wearing off any time soon. “I know, come here.”

Steve holds Eddie close, relaxing into each others arms, “but you were right about the beer so...you must have known, somehow, right?”

That thought had been niggling at Steve, vaguely. He feels it in the dreams, he knows he does. He just doesn’t have any explanation for it. The dream is exactly the same, every time, every night. Like Steve is...in a room of soft light. It’s not really much to go off of, not really, but still.

“So does this mean you’re not going to argue about the milk either?”

“Two glasses a day, final offer.”

Steve snorts a laugh into Eddie’s hair, “I’ll take it.”

They just stand there, in the middle of the kitchen, holding each other close. Steve sets the occasional kiss against Eddie’s neck or cheek, and they don’t part until the doorbell rings.

Steve sets out a bowl of salad. It’s kind of cheat dinner, just frozen pizza, but still. You can’t invite people to dinner and then not have any dinner. Even if the dinner was an excuse.

“So,” Steve sits, “we have news.”

The girls stop bickering, “what?” Robin asks.

“Is it serious,” Chrissy is frowning, looking between the both of them. “Oh my god did Owens finally come up with something? Eddie, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Eddie grins, “but Stevie has a new job!”

Robin gasps, hitting Steve with a kitchen towel, “Judas!”

“Robin!” Chrissy smacks her arm.

“I mean. I’m happy for you, obviously. But you could have waited until I went to college. Now I’ll have to fight off Keith,” she shudders.

“I’m sure you’ll cope.”

“It’s the kindergarten thing, isn’t it?” Chrissy clarifies.

“Yeah. Yeah I’ve been and done some hours there already and...I really like it. The kids are fun but...sticky. Like, really sticky, a lot of the time.”

“I’ll be all alone,” Robin bemoans.

“You’ll be fine, stop it.” Chrissy looks from Robin back to Steve, “congratulations Steve. We are really happy for you.”

Robin gestures vaguely, her mouthful of pizza, “obviously happy for you dingus.”

“Thank you,” Steve says primly.

“And the other thing?” Eddie asks quietly, feeling for Steve’s hand under the table. Steve just nods, squeezing Eddie’s hand. Eddie takes a deep breath, looking back at the girls, “I’m pregnant.”

Robin coughs, spraying her plate and the surrounding table with pizza crumbs, Chrissy just...stares at them. Looking back and forth.

The silence lasts long enough that Eddie finally asks, “is it okay?”

“They’re just...a little shocked, baby. Give them a minute.”

“Oh my god,” Chrissy breathes, “I thought you were joking. You’re not are you?”

“No,” Steve says evenly, “not even a little bit. And we’re not telling anyone else yet, we just needed you guys to know first. Eddie’s going to get checked out again in a couple of weeks and then...if it’s okay, we will tell everyone else.”

“Holy fuck,” Robin gestures wildly between the two of them, “how did this happen? I mean...how did this happen?”

Chrissy is already up though, coming around the table, pulling Eddie out of his seat into a massive hug, “congratulations honey. Wait,” she pulls back, holding Eddie by the shoulders, studying him, “this is congratulations, right? You’re happy?”

“Yeah,” Eddie grins, but Steve can see his eyes are wet, “yeah, congratulations.”

“Good!” And Chrissy immediately pulls him back in, no hesitation from her.

“I feel too young to be an aunt. Steve, I’m not ready for this kind of responsibility!”

Steve just shakes his head, trying to resist kicking Robin under the table.

Once the news has, kind of, sunk in, they move to the living room, abandoning the remnants of dinner on the table. Steve can deal with it later, or tomorrow, he just really doesn’t have the energy to think about it right now.

“So,” Chrissy’s laid on her back, staring at the ceiling, “how..?”

Steve looks at Eddie and shrugs, “I’m...a little different to normal guys.”

“Like how different-” Robin starts.

“I’m not telling you what’s in Eddie’s pants,” Steve cuts her off immediately.

“But-”

Chrissy smacks her with a pillow, “we will respect their privacy.”

“You are no fun. No fun at all.”

“I am curious though,” Chrissy starts slowly, “I mean...why has this happened now? Like I know you guys have been boinking for a while. Like, very regularly-”

“Chrissy,” Eddie hisses, “you said girl talk is sacred!”

Chrissy does manage to get out, “sorry,” but it is broken by her laughter.

“She does have a point baby. And I mean...if it happened once, it could...happen again?” Steve’s thrilled to be having a baby with Eddie, even if there’s still a part of him that...wants to wait. Needs to know that it’s for certain.

Eddie nods, “no condoms for a long time.” He blinks then, pulling a leg up so he can turn fully on the couch to face Steve, “my birthday,” Eddie’s eyes widen, “my birthday wish!”

Steve immediately and almost instinctively knows Eddie is right. He feels it in his bones; that one time they did something different, and they haven’t done it again since, Steve can’t help it, he speaks without thinking, “oh I’m so sorry I knocked you up in a bathroom.”

“I’m so sorry we had to hear it,” Robin splutters when Chrissy hits her with the pillow again.

“So if,” Chrissy points at Eddie, “and stay with me here, Eddie is like, fifty percent Steve, genetically-”

“Owens said it’s more like forty,” Eddie tells her, “he compared my blood now to Steve’s blood and what he got before I changed.”

“Right, right,” Chrissy nods, “but still, if the baby is like, half Steve and half Eddie, does that make it like, seventy five percent Steve?”

Robin gasps, “how dare you suggest my niece is inbred.”

“I-” Chrissy starts, then stops again, “I mean that wasn’t what I was suggesting-”

“Nephew,” Steve tells her confidently, “it’s a boy.”

“I...are you saying that because you want a boy or..?”

“No,” Steve frowns. Thinking. He...he’s sure. He knows it like he knows Eddie should drink milk and not beer. He knows it like he knows there’s clean water in the kitchen sink. “No...I think I know it’s a boy.” Steve thinks about his dreams, the bubbly feeling he gets when he’s there, how everything is so soft and gentle and just...nice. “Yeah.” Steve looks to Eddie, “I think I know it is.”

“From the dreams?” Eddie asks quietly.

“I think so, yeah. Yeah it is.”

Eddie just nods, shrugging, before he turns to Chrissy with a big grin on his face, “we’re having a boy!”

“Robin is also a nice name for a boy-so fucking help me Chrissy!” It devolves into a fight, Robin trying to wrestle Chrissy’s pillow weapon away from her.

Steve and Eddie just watch.

Steve sighs, Eddie’s head on his lap. School hours are kind of nice. Since the florist closes up around three ish, and Steve’s work hours are now eight until four, it means they get every evening together.

Unfortunately today, he came home to find Eddie throwing up in the downstairs bathroom.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, loads. I think I’ll be okay to go to practice.”

That’s what Steve was afraid of, but he takes a deep breath and mentally squares his shoulders. The guys at practice definitely don’t exactly like Steve, but he figures that’s huge progress on the open hostility he was facing in the beginning.

“I have the stuff for snicker doodle.”

“I know,” Eddie grins up at him.

“Oh you little,” Steve pulls Eddie more onto his lap, going for kisses and a sneaky tickle.

“Stop!” Eddie laughs, “no no no!”

Steve has hung around for the last couple of practices, cheering on the band and doing his best to keep his expression blank through the physical pain caused by incredibly loud feedback at about ten feet away.

He’s vaguely aware that, in the eyes of the band at least, that makes him the clingy groupie.

He doesn’t think he cares.

But tonight he’s doing his own thing, so he drops off Eddie and the cookies, and heads off to the rec center.

Robin lets him in, and he follows her along the hall, calling, “hi Mr and Mrs Buckley!” into the lounge on his way past. There’s a vague response, followed by Mr. Buckley shouting something about the bedroom door staying open.

Robin looks over her shoulder to roll her eyes at him, “Chrissy doesn’t have that rule,” she waggles her eyebrows.

Steve snorts a laugh, “I wonder why.”

“So how did it go?” She asks, bouncing on the bed.

“Yep, they get together to practice and mess around once a week in the evenings, and then there’s a pick up game at the weekend for whoever shows up basically. Sounds really relaxed, but the guys who were there seemed cool so,” Steve shrugs, “I’m looking forward to it, going to go this weekend.”

“Awesome,” she nudges him, “oh! I got you something!”

She bounces off the bed. Steve watches as she pulls some stuff out of the top of her closet. And then pulls over her desk chair and climbs up, moving more stuff around. He is further bemused when she goes out of the room, coming back with a butter knife. Steve watches her, top half pretty much in the closet, there are brief sounds of a struggle.

“Errr...you okay?”

“Yup!” She turns on the chair, throwing something wrapped up in a paper bag to Steve, Steve catches it, watching as Robin undoes whatever she just did, and puts everything back. Steve pulls a copy of ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting,’ and snorts a laugh. “Thank you, what’s with the…” he gestures vaguely.

“Could you imagine if my parents found that?”

“Yeah. Yeah actually, totally fair point.”

They’re lying sideways across Robins bed, talking quietly, their legs hanging off the edge.

“So, thought of any names?”

Steve snorts, “no, not yet. We’ve not talked about it. I think we’re both...kind of waiting for the next check up, you know? Just...to be sure.”

“That’s fair. I’m sure it’ll be fine. God I cannot wait to see the look on Hoppers face when you tell him. Promise me I will be there. I need this.”

Steve laughs, “yeah, Eddie enjoyed the pot luck so much he wants to do one at our place and invite everyone. Maybe we can do one of those cheesy reveals, I don’t know. Eddie loves that kind of stuff.”

“Yeah.” They’re quiet for a minute, “how are you feeling about it though, I mean, it’s a big deal? Like...this is going to change your whole life.”

“Yeah, I know...but I mean...me and Eddie have come through some stuff, and I know he’s excited about it. I...we’re going to be fine. And I always wanted kids so...I mean it’s really unexpected obviously. I just…” Steve takes a big breath, “I really want this…”

Robins hand creeps into his, giving it a squeeze, “I’m really happy for you…but why did that sound like it had a but.”

“I don’t-” Steve runs his hands through his hair, frustrated with himself, “it doesn’t, not really. I’m really happy, I swear, I just...there’s this one thing. And it’s...completely irrational.”

“Ah yes, because you’re always so rational. Come on, tell auntie Robin.”

Steve snorts a laugh, warmed by Robin’s commitment to the auntie thing. He stops for a second, gathering his thoughts. His mostly, so far, vague and nebulous thoughts about the whole thing. It’s only a little niggle really, but still. “I don’t have a logical answer for it, I just really feel like...if I’m having a kid, I should be married to the person I’m...doing it with, you know? That’s all it is though, it’s just...this stupid feeling that I...should.”

Robin nods, “I...follow you Steve. And first of all, your feelings aren’t stupid,” Robin even lifts herself up on her elbow so she can glare down at Steve as she tells him that. Steve lifts his hands in defeat before she flops back down and continues. “I mean, if you’ve kind of had that plan for a long time, and I guess a lot of people just...sort of assume their life will go that way, you know? It’s not unreasonable to kind of...rest your dreams on that kind of path, even if it’s just an assumption and not like, you know, an actual plan.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I mean...this isn't Eddie’s problem though. It’s my problem, and I can’t make it Eddie’s problem. I don’t...the last thing I want is to upset him, you know? Especially now.”

“I know but...I don’t think you need to keep how you're feeling from him Steve, you two are such a team, you know? I think he’d be understanding.”

“Yeah I get that but...but doesn’t matter, does it? I can’t change it, it won’t happen, so why trouble him with it? It’s just a...feeling I have.”

“If he was worried about something, even if neither of you could do anything about it, wouldn't you want him to share his burden with you?”

“Oh shut the fuck up, stop being so...reasonable. And it’s not like that anyway, it’s Eddie...you know, it’s kind of, my job to look after him. He hasn’t even been human for that long, not really.” As soon as the words are out of Steve’s mouth, he knows he’s kind of, at least a little bit wrong. He’s had this conversation with Jon not that long ago. Eddie doesn’t need him in the same way he did a year ago, or even six months ago. He still thinks this way out of force of habit, he’s pretty sure.

Robin shrugs, “if you think. I don’t think it’s up to you to choose though. Besides, Eddie is smart, he can tell when something is bothering you. Ohhhhh...do you think his freaky mind powers are giving him an advantage? What if he can see your big white wedding dreams?”

“I...well shit. I mean, we haven't actually proven he has freaky mind powers at all. Owens was so excited by my blood sample we hadn't seen him for a while, and now he’s more concerned with, you know, the baby.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.”

Steve ponders what Robin said while he drives to pick Eddie up from band practice. He thinks about it when he’s making dinner. Stews on it watching a movie with Eddie. When he fills the bathroom sink with clean water, he’s aware of it. He stares at it for a second, deliberately leaving it. Eddie doesn’t ever question the water when he climbs into bed. Maybe the bucket is a good idea.

Steve lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, still thinking about.

Eddie snuffles across Steve’s shoulder until he settles against Steve, “something wrong?”

“Nah,” Steve says reflexively, trailing his hand down Eddie’s back.

“Stevie. You said we have to tell each other the big things. All the things.”

“Right,” Steve scrubs at his face, “yeah, I did say that. And...kind of, but nothing bad, okay?”

“Okay. Tell Eddidie.”

Steve snorts a laugh, “bringing out the big guns huh?”

Eddie nods, his curls tickling against Steve’s cheek.

“Well...I...we’re having a baby. That’s a thing that...you know, is happening, and I’m so happy, I guess. That it’s me and you and...you know, hopefully the baby in you is fine and all that works out, right?”

“Right?”

“Yeah okay but...and it’s not bad, I promise. I just always thought that when I get to be a dad I...I’d be married to the person I was being a dad with, you know?”

Eddie’s quiet for a second, and then Steve feels him shrug, “so we should get married then?”

“Eds we can’t-”

“No, no, I mean just...have people over. It’s just words right, in front of people? We can still do that, right?”

“I...I mean, it wouldn’t be legal.”

“Does that part...is that the part that matters to you? The legal part?”

Steve thinks for a second, “no, actually, I think that’s the part I don’t give a shit about.”

“Okay,” Steve feels it when Eddie shrugs again, “so lets get married then.

“We will have a fall wedding.”

“Steve snorts a laugh, you repeating dumb shit off the TV again baby?”

“No,” Eddie immediately denies it, “I like the trees then.”

“Uh hu, but isn't the idea to have the wedding before the baby? Owens said he had no idea how long your gestation might be.”

Eddies nose wrinkles, “don’t use that word. I’m pregnant.”

Steve sighs, waving a hand, “no you're right, come here baby I’m sorry. He also said gravid and that’s way way worse.” Eddie climbs into Steve’s lap, letting Steve cup the subtle curve of his stomach, “how is he doing?”

Eddie shrugs, “everything feels the same.”

“Maybe he’s in a food coma, you did just eat like twenty chickens worth of legs and wings.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, snuggling close, “Owens says its fine if I’m craving protein,”

“Uh hu,” just do me a favor and include a vegetable-” Steve’s interrupted by the phone ringing

Eddie slumps off him onto the couch, “if its Max or El tell them I love them and they’re perfect.”

Steve gets up, “and if it’s anyone else?”

“They probably smell?” Eddie hazards, “not Joyce though!” Eddie calls after him.

“Hello,” Steve answers, still chuckling.

“Steven, glad I caught you.”

“Mom?” Steve feels vaguely blind sided. They haven't spoken for...months. Quite a few months, and even then their vague interactions have centered on utility bills and couriers coming to pick up his mothers jewellery.

“Steven, I know we haven’t been to Hawkins for a while now, so we’ve decided there’s no point in maintaining the house any longer.”

“Oh,” Steve says, thinking, well, don’t sugar coat it or anything.

“Obviously you have a room at the place in Detroit, the realtor will be in early next week to take photographs, so make sure the place is acceptable. Oh, and I’ll let you know the date for the movers so you can pack your things, okay?”

Steve feels vaguely sick, like the world just got pulled out from under him a little, “I-right. Okay, yeah, but I’m not...Mom I’m not leaving Hawkins, my whole life is here.”

“What, your career?” She laughs, more condescending than cruel. Like Steve is still a silly little boy.

“I...well. My job, my friends...I’m just. Not leaving.”

“Well…” Steve can practically hear here thinking it through as she course corrects, “you are an adult now, but you understand that will mean you need to get your own place? You’ll need to pay your own way with the utilities?”

“I...I know. Yeah, I- I’ll figure something out.”

His mother sighs softly, “it’s a girl isn’t it?”

Steve’s at a loss. His parents knowing the truth is...not a conversation he could ever have, but...this frames it in a way his mother can understand, “yeah.”

“You love her?”

“I...yeah. Yeah I do.”

“And she loves you?” His Mom sounds soft now, like he remembers her being when he was small. She’s a romantic, deep down. His dad might have slowly sapped the life from that part of her but...it’s always been there.

“Yeah...probably more than I could ever explain.”

There’s a moment of silence on the phone. Kind of heavy but...Steve feels lighter for it, “are you going to look after her?”

It’s...a bit of a strange question. The phrasing feels a little off, but Steve speaks this language. This soft secret thing his mom has had to hide away for so long she’s probably forgotten it exists herself, ‘are you going to be better than your father?’ she’s asking him, ‘will your priorities be different?’ she begs, ‘don’t let her end up like me.’

“We’re engaged,” Steve doesn’t know what pulls it out of him, in this moment, the phone cradled close to his cheek, his eyes water, ‘yes,’ he wants to tell her, and ‘I’m nothing like him’. He presses his free hand to the other cheek. It feels a little dreamlike, like he’s a little boy again and his mother is cradling his face, “there’s going to be a baby,” he admits, whisper soft.

“Oh,” his mother answers, and her voice sounds suspiciously wet, and oh so soft, before she clears her throat, Steve hears her pulling herself together, “your father won’t miss a few thousand dollars,” she laughs, actually laughs, real and conspiratorial, something briefly flaring to life that they haven’t shared for a long time, she sounds alive and rebellious, she sounds like a million memories from when Steve was little, “I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

“Yeah...yeah, thanks Mom. Really.”

“Our little secret,” she whispers to him, and it sounds like the forever kind of goodbye.

Steve stands for what feels like a long time, listening to the dial tone. The whole conversation couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes. “Stevie? You okay?” Eddie disturbs him from his reverie.

“I yeah,” Steve swallows, emotion thick in his throat, “...look are you sure you want to get married in the garden?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, “it has to be here. With the pear trees, and the pool.”

Steve takes a deep breath, “how does next weekend sound?”

They lie in bed that night, curled around each other, “we really need to tell everyone else.”

Eddie nods, “if everyone comes around for a pot luck, we can tell them it’s to celebrate your new job. Then we can tell them about the baby and invite them to the wedding at the same time.”

“Baby...I don’t feel like I say this enough but...you’re the best. You’re just the best and I love you.”

“I know.”

Steve laughs, “you just...you just always make everything okay. You just...no matter what happens you just take it in your stride and you’re just...amazing.”

Eddie shifts, resting half on top of Steve, leaning in for soft, gentle kisses, “you’re the best too.”

They kiss for a while, soft and slow. Gentle. Loving. Eddie’s nails scratching at Steve’s chest through his shirt, and Steve’s hands slip up the back of Eddie’s loose sleep shirt, tracing his spine. It slows as they snuggle up, “I guess we actually need to plan a wedding.”

“Joyce bakes the best pies.”

“So you don’t want a wedding cake?”

Steve feels Eddie shrug, “we can, as long as there’s pies.”

“Yes, then. I’d like a cake. I’d like a picture of us cutting it together. I’m sure we can ask Joyce to make pies though. And...do you want to like, walk down the aisle together or-”

Eddie snorts, “no, obviously Joyce will walk me. You do the man part.”

“Right yeah, obviously, yeah,” Steve agrees, like how dare he even suggest anything else, but it still makes him smile into the darkness, “I vote El and Max do that flower girl thing?”

“Yeah. God idea. Chrissy is my head bridesmaid. She already said so ages and ages ago, when I first started at the flower store.”

“Well it’s only fair I get Robs as best woman then. Who’s going to like, marry us?”

They lie in the darkness for a few seconds, and then they both speak at the same time, “Hopper.”

[velvetpucks]

come undone.

dr. robby x reader

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The door slammed behind them like a final verdict. No words. Just heavy breaths and the lingering scent of trauma—burned flesh, old blood, antiseptic, loss. Her hospital badge clattered against the floor, lanyard snapped from her neck as she kicked off her shoes with a fury that felt nuclear.

He stood there in silence, watching her. Jaw tight. Chest heaving. His scrub top was splattered—trauma red, IV blue, something unholy brown on the hem. He hadn’t even washed up after they called it on the girl in trauma three.

Neither of them had.

He opened his mouth.

“Don’t,” she warned, her voice low. Raspy. Dangerous.

Then she was on him. Fist in his collar. Lips crashing into his like she wanted to devour him or break him or maybe both. It was teeth and tongue and heat. A kiss that wasn’t really a kiss—it was war.

Her back slammed against the wall hard enough to rattle a picture frame. Robby didn’t even register it. His hands were already up her sides, under her ruined scrub top, palming the warm, soft skin beneath like he’d die without it.

“I need you to fuck me,” she hissed against his mouth, biting his bottom lip until it bled. “Right fucking now.”

Robby groaned—deep, guttural—and lifted her into his arms without another word. Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking them together as he stalked through the apartment toward the kitchen. It wasn’t graceful. It was unhinged.

He sat her down on the cold marble counter, not even bothering to sweep the unopened mail and leftover takeout to the side. She pulled his head down, kissing him again like she was angry—angry at him, at the world, at herself for not being able to save that kid.

And he gave it all right back.

Her scrub top was ripped in two. Literally. Robby’s hands tore the seams down the middle, exposing her to the warm glow of the kitchen light. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She never did on long call nights. He stared for just a moment—long enough for her to squirm.

“Robby,” she growled.

He leaned in, licked the sweat-slick valley between her breasts, bit her left nipple gently before sucking hard, eliciting a breathless gasp. Her hands clawed at his waistband. She got the drawstrings loose, shoved his pants down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, already leaking with need.

“Condom?” he panted.

“Drawer,” she choked out, nodding toward the kitchen island. “Hurry.”

He yanked it open like a man possessed. Fumbled. Found one. Tore it open with his teeth and sheathed himself in seconds.

She’d already shoved her scrub pants and underwear down her thighs, exposing glistening folds and the trembling heat of her arousal.

He groaned at the sight. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“For you,” she gasped. “Always.”

Then he was inside her.

One brutal thrust, and she cried out—loud, raw, head thrown back as her heels dug into his lower back.

He paused for a split second, lips brushing her jaw. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“If you stop, I’ll kill you.”

He didn’t stop.

He fucked her like he meant it. Like he needed to feel her clench around him to erase the sound of flatlines and screaming mothers. His hips snapped against hers, each thrust harder, deeper, rougher. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the space, along with her whimpers and moans—desperate, unrestrained.

She met every thrust with a roll of her hips, clinging to his shoulders like she was trying to crawl inside him. Her body arched into his touch, into the way his mouth moved down her neck, sucking bruises into her collarbone, marking her as his.

“You’re mine,” he growled.

“Yours,” she panted, nails dragging down his back hard enough to draw blood. “Only yours.”

The pressure was building—fast and dirty. She reached down between them, fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles as he fucked into her relentlessly.

“God—Robby—I’m gonna—” she choked.

“Let go,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Come for me, baby.”

She shattered.

Her whole body clenched around him, spasming as she cried out his name, head falling forward onto his shoulder. He followed seconds later with a strangled groan, spilling into the condom as he buried himself to the hilt, holding her tight as their bodies trembled together.

For a long moment, they just breathed. Sweat cooling. Arms wrapped around each other like they were the only two people left in the world.

Then he pulled out gently, knotted the condom and tossed it into the trash. She leaned back on her hands, hair wild, chest still rising and falling erratically.

“I ripped your scrubs,” he said softly, almost sheepish.

“I don’t care.”

He bent down and kissed her knee. Then her thigh. Then her lips—slow this time. Tender. Reverent.

“Let’s clean you up.”

He scooped her into his arms again and carried her to the bathroom. Set her down on the edge of the tub and ran warm water over a soft towel. She watched him in silence, something vulnerable flickering in her eyes as he knelt and wiped between her thighs, gentle as ever.

“Come here,” she whispered once he finished.

They crawled into bed. She curled into him, head on his chest, fingers tracing circles over the faint scar on his ribcage. One from a knife wound, months ago. He let her trace it in silence.

“I lost her,” she said finally. “The twelve-year-old.”

“I know,” he whispered.

“I—I thought we had her. I thought—”

“You did everything right.”

“No, I didn’t. I hesitated. Just for a second.”

“Hey.” He cupped her jaw, tilting her face to meet his. “You are the best trauma surgeon I’ve ever seen. You’re allowed to break. You’re allowed to grieve.”

She blinked, and tears slid down her cheeks.

He kissed them away.

“Even when I’m… like this?” she whispered. “Dark. Angry. Fucked up?”

He smiled, brushed her hair back. “Especially then. That’s when you’re real.”

She buried her face in his neck, clung to him like he was her anchor in the storm.

“I love you, Robby.”

“I love you more.”

They fell asleep like that—legs tangled, skin still warm from the afterglow, hearts beating in time.

And for the first time all week, she didn’t dream of trauma bays or monitors flatlining.

She dreamed of home.

Of him.

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[m4rv3l-girl]

Hi.

Warnings: Copious amounts of fluff.

Bucky Barnes just wanted a quiet morning.

The café on the corner of Brooklyn’s Montague Street was one of the few places he could sit and just be. No one stared, no one whispered, and most importantly - no one recognized him. A small mercy in a world still debating whether the Winter Soldier was a war hero or a war crime waiting to happen.

So, there he was, sitting in the corner, nursing a black coffee that had long since gone cold, lost in his thoughts.

And then, a tiny human plopped into the chair opposite him.

Bucky blinked. The kid couldn’t have been more than three, maybe four. He had an head full of dark hair and big, inquisitive eyes, the kind of expressive face that hadn’t yet learned the art of masking emotions.

“Hi,” the kid said, swinging his legs under the table.

Bucky glanced around. Surely, this tiny person had an owner? But there was no frantic adult in sight.

“…Hi?” Bucky tried.

The kid squinted at him. “You look sad.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “That so?”

“Uh-huh. My mommy says people who look sad need cookies.”

Bucky huffed out a short laugh. “Smart lady.”

“She is smart,” the boy agreed, nodding solemnly. Then he pointed to Bucky’s metal hand, which was resting on the table. “What’s that?”

Bucky tensed. He wasn’t exactly in the habit of letting people, let alone kids, gawk at the thing Hydra had left him with. But the boy just stared, curiosity untainted by fear.

“It’s my arm,” Bucky answered simply.

“Why’s it all shiny?”

Bucky glanced down at the vibranium limb. “It’s… special.”

The kid considered this, then, as if arriving at a grand conclusion, nodded. “Like Iron Man.”

Bucky fought the urge to grimace. “Not exactly.”

“I like Iron Man.”

“Yeah,” Bucky muttered. “Lot of people do.”

The kid leaned forward, whispering like it was a secret. “I like Captain America more.”

Bucky smirked. “Good choice.”

The kid beamed, clearly pleased with himself. “I’m Leo.”

Bucky hesitated before answering, but there was something about the unwavering trust in Leo’s eyes that made him cave. “Bucky.”

Leo’s face scrunched up in deep concentration. “That’s a funny name.”

Bucky snorted. “Yeah, well, I was born a long time ago.”

Leo’s eyes went wide. “How long? Are you a grandpa?!”

Bucky choked on his coffee.

Before he could respond, a frantic voice called out, “Leo?!”

Bucky turned just as a woman - young, maybe early twenties - came rushing over, looking half panicked and half relieved. She had the same dark hair as the kid, her cheeks flushed as she scooped Leo up.

“There you are! You can’t just run off like that, baby.”

Leo giggled, unfazed. “Was talkin’ to Bucky.”

The woman finally looked at Bucky, and he swore his brain short-circuited for a second. She was stunning.

“Uh - sorry,” she said, adjusting Leo on her hip. “He does this. Just picks people and befriends them.”

Bucky shrugged. “He’s got good taste.”

She exhaled, rubbing her forehead. “I was about to call in an Amber Alert.”

Leo patted her cheek. “It’s okay, Mommy. Bucky’s nice.”

Her expression softened as she looked at Bucky again. “Thanks for not..uh, being a serial killer, I guess?”

Bucky chuckled. “No problem.”

She hesitated, then smiled. “I’m Y/N.”

Bucky didn’t know what possessed him, but he held out his hand. She shook it, her palm warm against his.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, feeling a strange warmth spread through his chest. “Your son’s got a good heart.”

“Yeah,” she said, her smile lingering. “He’s something else.” Their eyes met and held for a beat too long. The air between them crackled with something unspoken.

“Well, we should probably let you get back to your - whatever you were doing,” she said, her voice a little shaky. Bucky nodded, his hand still hovering in the space where their palms had met. “Yeah, I should go.”

But he didn’t move. He couldn’t. Not yet. “Do you come here often?” she asked, breaking the silence. Bucky shrugged. “I come and go. Try to keep to myself mostly.”

Leo squirmed in her arms. “Can we sit with Bucky, Mommy? Pleeeease?” Y/N bit her lip, looking torn. “I don’t want to bother you. I know you probably—“

“It’s fine,” he said, surprising himself. “Stay. I don’t bite. Unless it’s necessary.”

Leo giggled at his joke, and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. The sound was like music to Bucky’s ears - sweet, genuine, and not bothered by the horrors of the world. He found himself smiling back at them, feeling something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. They sat down, Y/N ordering a mint tea and Leo getting a chocolate milkshake.

Leo chattered away, asking questions about everything from Bucky’s favorite color (which was, apparently, blue) to what he did for fun (which was, admittedly, not much). Y/N listened, sipping her tea, her eyes never leaving Bucky’s face. He found himself opening up, telling them about the old movies he liked and the books he read in his solitary apartment. It was a simple conversation, but it felt like a lifeline in a sea of chaos. As the minutes ticked by, Bucky realized that for the first time in a while, he didn’t feel like a ghost of the past, haunting the present. He felt alive. Human. Y/N’s eyes searched his, and he wondered if she saw the same thing he did - the potential for something more.

But the moment was fleeting. The café door slammed open, and a gust of wind sent the napkins flying. A group of teenagers piled in, one of them wearing a Captain America T-shirt. Leo squealed with excitement, pointing and asking if Bucky knew the man on the shirt. Bucky’s smile faded.

He was the Winter Soldier again, a relic of a bygone era, a legend come to life. But here, in this café with Leo and Y/N, he was just Bucky. A man with a story, a history, and a metal arm. The weight of his past suddenly seemed a little less burdensome under the lightness of their company.

Leo’s questions didn’t stop, and Bucky found himself enjoying the simplicity of them. They were a stark contrast to the complex interrogations he often faced from S.H.I.E.L.D. and his own inner demons. The kid’s enthusiasm was contagious, and soon enough, Y/N was joining in, her laughter binding up his soul.

The teenagers at the counter caught sight of them and whispered among themselves. Bucky’s eyes narrowed, anticipating the usual reaction of fear or suspicion.

But Y/N didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned in closer, her voice low. “You knew Captain America, didn’t you?” she asked, a spark of mischief in her eyes.

Bucky’s jaw tightened, his pulse spiking. How did she—? But before he could protest, she was already playing along, turning to Leo with a conspiratorial wink. “You know, I think Bucky here might be able to tell us some stories about Captain America that aren’t in the comics. What do you say, Bucky? Can you tell us a secret?” Her eyes met Bucky’s, almost non-verbally communicating that he could just make something up to humor Leo.

He took a deep breath, feeling a twinge of something that felt suspiciously like hope. He could do this. He could be part of a normal conversation, share a piece of himself without the burden of his past weighing him down. “Well, Leo, Cap and I used to have a secret handshake, but I can’t tell you that. It’s top secret, you know?”

Leo’s eyes went wide with excitement. “That’s so cool!”

The teenagers’ whispers grew louder, and Bucky felt their gazes boring into him. He was about to stand up, to leave this false sense of belonging behind when Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder. Her touch was gentle, reassuring. “They’re just being nosy, Hun.” The name slipped out like a habit, being used to handing out affection.

Bucky nodded, his heart rate slow.ing. He took another sip of his now lukewarm coffee and told them a fabricated story about him and Captain America stopping a pie thief. Y/N’s laughter was the sweetest sound he had heard in a long time, and Leo’s eyes sparkled with wonder.

Leo leaned in, his small hand reaching for Bucky’s metal one. “Can you tell me another real story?” Bucky’s chest tightened, his mind racing through a lifetime of memories, some too painful, others too classified.

But then, a memory of Steve, of them as kids, sneaking into a carnival after hours to ride the Ferris wheel, slipped through the cracks of his guarded psyche. He told Leo about that night, about the taste of illicit cotton candy and the way Steve’s laughter had echoed through the deserted park. He talked about the stars above them, so numerous it was like they were part of a constellation themselves.

Y/N’s hand didn’t leave his shoulder, and her grip tightened slightly as he spoke, as if she could feel the weight of his memories. Her eyes searched his, filled with a soft understanding that Bucky hadn’t expected. It was a look that didn’t demand explanations, didn’t ask for anything but to listen.

Leo’s eyes grew sleepy as the story wound down, his head drooping onto Y/N’s shoulder. She whispered something into his ear, and his eyes fluttered closed. Carefully, she placed him into the stroller she had left by the side of the table, his chubby cheek resting against the plush padding.

“Thank you, Bucky,” she said softly, her voice filled with a warmth that seemed to seep into his bones. “That was… really nice. He loves superheroes - says he wants to be one when he’s older.”

Bucky’s throat tightened. The thought of Leo, with all his innocence and wonder, growing up in a world that could so easily shatter his dreams, was too much to bear. He swallowed hard. “You’re welcome, Y/N.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the hum of the café a gentle backdrop to their shared quiet. Then Y/N spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think we’re gonna head off. Can I, uh…give you my number? Or something.”

Bucky’s heart skipped a beat. “Why?”

Y/N shrugged, a hint of pink coloring her cheeks. “Oh, I..sorry…”

Bucky stilled, his mind racing with possibilities. It had been a long time since someone had offered him something other than suspicion or pity. “Why not?” He found himself saying. Y/N’s smile grew back, and she pulled out a napkin, scribbling her number with a pen she produced from her pocket.

“Call me if you ever need anything,” she said, passing it to him. “Or if you just want to…tell us more stories?”

Bucky took the napkin, feeling the warmth of her hand as it left his. He glanced at the number, then back at her. “Thanks. I’ll keep it safe.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes holding his for a moment longer before she stood, gently rocking the sleeping Leo in his stroller. She reached for her purse to pay for the drinks and Bucky stopped her hand.

She smiled. “See ya around, Bucky.”

Bucky watched them leave, his hand lingering on the napkin. He didn’t know what had just happened, but it felt significant.

As he sat there, the café's chatter washed over him like a comforting blanket, the aroma of freshly baked muffins and the clinking of spoons against porcelain mugs grounding him in the present. He hadn’t felt this at ease in years. Maybe it was Leo’s unbridled enthusiasm or Y/N’s easy acceptance that had allowed him to breathe again.

He took out his phone and sent a quick text to Sam, his newfound friend and the man who had taken over the mantle of Captain America.

He didn’t go into details, just a simple message: “I think I just met the woman I want to marry.”

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Hope you enjoyed this little thought of mine! ☺️

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Your Eyes Still Shine, Like Pretty Lights

|| ao3 || steve masterlist || requests are open!! || based on mary's song (oh my, my, my,) by taylor swift || an: I've been waiting to write this for forever, so im so glad its finally done, omg ||

summary: You first met Steve at seven years old after moving into the house next to his. He was your best friend for years, and eventually, he began to develop feelings for you. (wc: 4575)

tags: childhood best friends to lovers, argument, parties, underage drinking, proposal, wedding, steve and reader have two kids in the end

You first met Steve at seven, and he was a year older than you at eight. You and your family had just moved into the house next to his when a young Steve had wandered over to your backyard as you played with your Barbie dolls. 

“Hi, I’m Steve, do you wanna be friends?” You heard him ask as you nodded with a smile, telling him your own name. 

Though he didn’t want to play dolls with you, (he claimed dolls were gross and for girls and that he only played with action figures and cars), he was still happy to play other games with you. The two of you ran around your backyard playing tag, drew with chalk on the sidewalk between your two houses, and tossed around a ball he had gotten from his own backyard. 

It wasn’t until the sun was setting that both yours and his parents came to retrieve the two of you. Both of them officially meeting for the first time. 

“Oh, Steven, there you are,” you heard an older woman with dark brown hair say, taking Steve’s hand with a smile. 

“Who’s your friend, sweetie,” your mom had said at the same time, coming outside to tell you it was time for a bath. 

“We’re the Harrington’s, nice to meet you,” the older man who stood next to the older woman said, putting a hand out for your dad to take. “I’m Richard, and this is my wife Helen, and our son Steven.”

“Nice to meet you,” your dad said as he introduced himself, your mom, and you. 

“It’s nice to meet the new neighbors,” the older woman, Steve’s mom, Helen, said with a smile. “And I’m glad Steven’s here got a new playmate, looks like they’re already fast friends.”

You and Steve had returned to drawing on the sidewalk with the chalk, barely registering your parent’s conversation. Steve drawing a dinosaur, and you drawing a butterfly. 

“They’re friends, like us!” You exclaimed, pointing at the drawings the two of you had created. 

Steve nodded his head with an enthusiastic “yeah!”

Your parents laughed as the older man, Steve’s dad, Richard, joked “I bet you when those two are older, they’re gonna fall in love.”

“Oh, I can already see it,” your dad joked along. 

“Oh, Richard, let the kids be,” Steve’s mom said with a laugh. 

***

It was Steve’s 10th birthday and the two of you were up in the treehouse his father had built for him, playing with the new board game you had gotten for him as a gift. Battleship.

“I win again!” You exclaimed as Steve let out a groan of annoyance. 

“It’s my birthday, stop winning,” he pouted as you stuck your tongue out at him. 

In retaliation, Steve did the only thing any other boy would do when losing a game to one of his friends. He threw a nearby pillow at you. One you quickly threw back at him with a laugh. 

“I win! I win!” You cheered as Steve threw the pillow at you once again. 

“I’ll beat you up,” he said with a laugh, his tone telling you he didn’t truly mean that. 

It was a thing Steve always did. He’d threaten to beat you, but he never did, never would. You were his best friend, he would never do that, never could. But, he was bigger than you, so he always had a little fun threatening you till you gave up. 

He laughed at your squeal as you shot your hands up in the air. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you said through laughs of your own. 

***

It was your freshman year, Steve’s sophomore year, of high school, and Steve had invited you to one of the many parties he had gone to now that he was “King of Hawkins High.” Despite his popularity, however, he made sure to always stay by your side. Popularity might of changed him in some ways, but he promised himself that no matter what, he wouldn’t let that come between you and him. He wouldn’t let himself lose your eight-year-long friendship, not if he had anything to say about it. 

And so, you would sit with him and his friends during lunch, attend some of the parties he was invited to, and he would take a step out with you if you ever felt like everything was too much. 

The two of you were sitting in a circle now, among the other party-goers as you all played spin the bottle. It had been Steve’s turn to spin the bottle now, and it had landed on you, which caused the entire circle to erupt into cheers and “ooohs.” 

“I can spin it again,” he whispered to you, eyes roaming over your face for any sign that you would be uncomfortable with your childhood best friend kissing you. With him kissing you. 

You only shrugged and whispered back, “it’s fine. We’ve kissed before.”

He knew what you were referring to. Back when you were eight and he was nine, you had dared him to kiss you, and when he actually tried, you kept running away from him, laughing with each step. In the end, he kissed your cheek, and the kiss was forgotten about a second later, in exchange for swimming in Steve’s pool. 

“That was hardly a kiss,” he whispered back. 

“It’s okay, Steve.” You told him again, lightly squeezing his arm, a silent sign of comfort you’d done to him for as long as he can remember. “I’m fine with it if you are.”

And with that, Steve leaned in, gently placing a hand on your cheek, eyes roaming over you one last time in case you changed your mind, before he gave you a small, short kiss. Longer than a peck, but shorter than an actual kiss. 

The group around the two of you cheered, but Steve could hardly focus on that. At the moment, he couldn’t help but focus on you. The way your eyes shined, almost like pretty lights, the way your hair framed your face, the curve of your lip, the slope of your nose. Steve had never been this close to you before, not in the eight years the two of you had known each other, but suddenly it was like everything about you captivated him. Like no matter what, he couldn’t look away, and he wasn’t fully sure if he wanted to. 

“Are you okay?” You softly asked, your eyebrows creasing in the middle. 

Steve cleared his throat with a nod, quickly dropping his hand and turning to face the circle once again. He was thankful they had already moved on to the next couple that had to kiss, as it saved him from any future, potential teasing. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” he replied as your hand squeezed his arm yet again. Something about that squeeze felt like bolts of electricity flying into Steve’s body, and honestly, he found himself enjoying the feeling. Even if he knew he shouldn’t be having these types of feelings for his friend, his best friend. 

***

“Are you okay?” You asked a week after the party, a week after the kiss. 

Steve closed his locker shut as the two of you walked to your shared science class. “Yeah,” he replied in a questioning tone as he took his seat next to you. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know,” you said with a shrug, “you’ve been acting weird all week.”

Steve only shrugged as he took out his notebook, “I feel fine,” he said as you began copying what your teacher was putting up. 

Truthfully, Steve knew he was being weird, but something about that kiss changed things in Steve’s brain, almost like it was being rewired to think about you and nothing but you. No matter what he did, it was like all of Steve’s thoughts were consumed by you. It was like the kiss flipped a switch in his brain, and now suddenly you weren’t just Steve’s childhood best friend, but now you were the girl he couldn’t help but have a crush on. 

He glances at you as you scribble down in your notebook and he couldn’t help but smile. Had you always been this pretty, and he was just too blind to notice it? Had he always had a small crush on you, and he was just too scared to ever admit it to himself? 

You glanced up at him through the corner of your eye, noticing his staring. “What?” You questioned as he shook his head. 

“Just trying to see your notes,” he responded as you moved your arm, allowing him easier access to your notes. He began scribbling in his own notebook, copying your notes into his as his thoughts still went on and on about you, going in circles just like the toy train he had that the two of you used to play with when you were little kids. 

***

It was 11 pm on a Friday night when Steve called you on the phone, stating it was an emergency and he needed you to come over to his place immediately.

A one-and-a-half-minute walk later, you were sitting on his couch as he paced back and forth across from you. 

“So, are you planning on telling me what the emergency is?” You asked as he paused his pacing in front of you before shaking his head and continuing to pace across the room. 

“Steve?” You asked as he paused his pacing again, before running his hand down his face with a groan. 

“I’m gonna tell you something, and I need you to promise me you’re not going to freak out, alright?” He asked as you nodded your head yes. 

“Is everything alright?” You asked, “Are you like moving out of Hawkins or something?”

He shook his head no. “No, no, everything fine, I’m staying in Hawkins,” he said. 

Steve then pushed everything sitting on his coffee table to the floor as he took a seat on it, hand in his chin as he stared at you, almost as if he was trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say. 

“Steve you’re scaring me,” you said at the same time he said, “I like you.”

You furrow your brows in confusion at that. 

“I’m your best friend, I’d hope you liked me,” You joked as he shook his head no. 

“No, no,” he said with a sigh, muttering out the word “fuck.”

Steve looked up at you then, his soft, warm brown eyes looking into yours as he whispered your name. “I like you, as in like-like you, have a crush on you, whatever you want to call it. And I really don’t want this to mess up our friendship, so if you don’t feel the same way, or if you think I’m an idiot or gross or something, we can just pretend this never happened, okay?”

You blinked at his words, taking them all in. 

“You like me?” 

He nodded. 

“Is...is this cause of the kiss?”

He paused before nodding his head again. 

“Steve,” you whispered with a smile as he quickly stood up from his seat on the coffee table.

“Yup, I got it, you only see me as a friend, that’s perfectly okay, we can completely forget about this,” he said, walking to the other side of the living room. 

“Steve,” you repeat again, a smile still on your face. 

“I’m really sorry I told you this, but I just wanted to get it off my chest, and well, it’s off my chest now, so-“

“Steve,” you repeat slightly louder. 

“So, now we can both move on and-“

“Steve!”

He pauses turning around to face you. 

“If you would just shut up,” you said with a laugh, making your way towards him, “you could hear me say that I like you too.”

Now it’s Steve’s turn to blink, taking in your words. 

“What?” He asked as you laughed. 

“I like you too, dummy,” you replied, lightly squeezing his arm.

“Oh,” Steve whispered before breaking out into a wide grin and pulling you into a hug. “Wanna be my girlfriend?” He mumbled into the top of your head, love and joy laced within the tone of his voice. And how could you say no to that?

***

It was 2 am when Steve had climbed up the tree directly next to your room and began lightly knocking on it. 

You woke up startled at what could be making that noise, only to relax when seeing your boyfriend of two years letting out a small wave and a sheepish smile. 

“Do you know what time it is?” You whispered after opening your window. 

Steve only kissed you in response. 

“Get dressed, I have an idea,” he whispered after breaking the kiss.

Ten minutes later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of the blue pickup truck his parents recently gifted him. 

“You wanna tell me where we’re headed?” You asked, fiddling with the radio, looking for a song you like as Steve’s hand rested on your knee. 

“There’s a lake I wanted to take you to,” he responds, eyes glancing briefly at you with a smile before returning to the road. “We can get a good look at the stars out there. And I brought some pillows and blankets so we can lie in the back of the trunk.”

“Steve,” you said softly, almost breathlessly, as he smiled, giving your knee a small squeeze. 

“What?” he questioned. “You said you wanted a good spot to go look at the stars, so I went looking.” He said this as if it was nothing. As if he’d go looking for a place to look at the stars for just about anyone. 

But you weren’t just anyone, and this wasn’t nothing- not to you, at least. No, you were Steve’s girlfriend, and it felt like he’d given you the world, even if it was just taking you to go looking at the stars. 

“I love you,” you said with a smile as you both lay in the back of Steve’s truck, staring up at the stars a few minutes later. 

“I love you too, honey,” he replied, breaking his glance away from the night sky to look at you, his eyes tracing over your face. “I love you more than there are stars in the sky,” he whispered, smiling at the small laugh you let out.

You turned to lie on your side, facing Steve with a smile, your eyes shining brighter than the stars above you both. “Thank you for doing this for me,” you whispered as Steve raised the blanket covering both of you to cover you a bit more. 

“Of course baby,” he replied, smiling back. “I’d do anything for you,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before you turned to face the stars again.

“They’re so pretty, aren’t they?” You asked with a smile.

Steve nodded his head yes. “Sure are,” he replied with a soft smile, his gaze still stuck on you. 

***

You and Steve had fought before. You were a couple, you had been together for almost three years now, it was normal for couples to fight every now and then. This fight, however, was more heated than your normal fights, and this one was about his friends. 

“Tommy and Carol have always been nice to you, what’s the problem?” Steve asked, pinching the bridge of his nose in the way he always did when he was upset or confused.

“The problem is that they’re mean people, Steve,” you said, trying to explain why you didn’t like his friends. “They’re bad influences, you’ve started smoking and drinking now that you’re hanging out with them, they make fun of anyone not part of their little clique, you know Jonathan Byers? They made fun of him cause his brother is missing, do you not see how incredibly fucked that is, Steve?”

Steve did know how fucked that was. As soon as Tommy had joked that Jonathan killed his own brother, Steve had told him to knock it off. He didn’t think it was a funny joke either. But he couldn’t just abandon his friends, he wasn’t like that, even if deep down, part of him knew his ‘friends’ hardly ever treated him like a good friend should. 

“Sweetheart,” he said softly, placing his hands on your arms, lightly rubbing them up and down. “They’re just making dumb jokes, they don’t actually mean any of the shit they’re saying.”

You moved away from him with a small scoff. “So, what, if they were to make some fucked up joke about me you’d just what? Laugh along and say they don’t actually mean it?”

Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose again. “No, when Carol called you a bitch I told her to shut up and not talk about you like that again, but-“

“She what?” You asked as Steve felt part of himself freeze. 

He hadn’t meant to let that part slip out. 

He said your name quietly, taking a step towards you as you shook your head no, taking a step away from him. 

“I told her to knock it off,” he said, stopping in his tracks as you gathered your belongings, and making your way out of his room. 

“No, she was just joking, right, Steve?” You asked, already stepping out of his room as he quickly followed you. 

He called out your name, but you ignored him. 

“Steve, the sooner you figure out that your friends are assholes, the better. They’ve changed you, and it’s not for the better,” you said, walking out of his house, and making your way to yours. 

It was a short walk, but with so many things left unsaid, it felt excruciatingly long. You were used to kisses goodnight, to Steve walking you home even though you lived right next door, but now, you walked alone as the boy you loved stayed standing on his front porch. 

The following morning, you were stepping out of your house, only to be startled by a sleeping figure lying on your front porch. Steve. 

You bent down, lightly shaking his shoulder as he let out a small groan. 

“Good morning,” you whispered as he let out a sleepy smile. 

“Morning,” he replied back, sitting up to stretch. 

Even though you were still mad at him, you were glad he had brought a pillow and blanket to keep him somewhat comfortable as he slept on the floor, and thankful it hadn’t started snowing in Hawkins yet. 

Moving to sit next to him, you asked, “wanna tell me why you’re sleeping on my porch?”

Steve shrugged with a small sigh. 

“I was thinking about what you said,” he replied quietly, “and you’re right. Tommy and Carol are assholes, I think I always knew that, I was just,” he paused with a shrug, “scared to admit it, I guess? Anyways, yesterday after you left I went to go talk to them and…well we’re not friends anymore. But it’s a good thing, I’m glad.”

You couldn’t help but feel a warm feeling inside your chest at his words. 

“So, why are you sleeping on my porch?” You asked with a small smile. 

“Wanted to apologize first thing in the morning.” He replied, “I’m sorry I didn’t immediately stop being friends with them after Carol called you a bitch, I’m sorry I changed, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize all this shit on my own. But, also thank you for…I don’t know, giving me a big ol thump on the head before I went off the rails and became an asshole too.”

The smile on your face grew at that. 

You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, one he easily reciprocated as you told him, “that’s what I’m here for, Stevie. Gotta keep you humble.”

He shook his head with a laugh, rubbing your back as he kissed the top of your head. 

“You wanna head inside and get warmed up? I can make some hot chocolate,” you said the last part in a sing-song voice, hoping to further entice Steve, but he only shook his head no.

“While I would love that,” he started, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, “I’m gonna help look for that Byers kid, I feel extra bad after Tommy and Carol’s jokes.”

Oh, your sweet sweet boyfriend, always putting himself out there and doing whatever he can to help those around him. You were glad you could thump his head before he went “off the rails,” as he said earlier. 

“I’ll help,” you told him, kissing his cheek before standing up, holding a hand out for him to take. He happily took it not a second later. 

***

You and Steve had been together for eight years when he decided it was time to propose. 

Truthfully, Steve had known he wanted to marry you for a long time. An embarrassingly long amount of time. But, when the topic of marriage had first come up, you had told him you wanted to get your bachelor’s degree before marrying him. And so, Steve had, painfully, waited those four years until he could ask the question he had been wanting to ask for years now. 

“Is there a reason you took me to Lover’s Lake the second we got back to Hawkins?” You asked Steve as he held your hand to help you down the rocky path.

Steve only smiled a wide smile as he told you, “baby, everything I do has a reason,” as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“Well, can I know the reason?” You asked with a smile as he shook his head no, still smiling. 

“In a few minutes, maybe,” he teased.

You huffed and rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance as you told him that he was insufferable. 

“And you’re gorgeous,” he replied, a beat later, causing a smile to grow on your face. He hoped to see that smile every day for the rest of his life. 

As you two finally made your way to the area where the grass met the water, the area where you and Steve would always spend your dates- a place that had quickly become both yours and his favorite spot in your small town after he took you there to go stargazing- Steve laid out a blanket for you both to sit on. 

“Do you remember when I first brought you here to look at the stars?” Steve asked, his arm around your shoulders as he brought you closer to him. 

You nodded your head yes. “Course I do.”

Steve nodded along with you, a smile tugging on his lips. “Right, well, I never told you this, but I think that night is one of the first times I realized how much I wanted to marry you. So,” he fished something out of his pocket, releasing his arm from around you to rest a knee on the floor as he looked up at you with a gaze filled with nothing but love. 

He showed you what he had pulled out, a small black box, opening it to show you a ring. 

Oh, it was an engagement ring.

Steve took a deep breath, smiling the whole way through. 

“I’ve known that I’ve wanted to marry you for a long time. That’s one thing in my life that I’ve pretty much always known. Honey, you’re my best friend, you’ve been my best friend for a long time- pretty much our whole lives. And throughout all these years, you’ve made me happier than I ever thought possible, and I can only hope I’ve made you feel that same way. You’ve been with me through my best and my worst, and I don’t know what I could have possibly done to deserve that- to deserve you, but I’m so glad that I get to call you my girl. 

“I want to be able to spend the rest of my life with you- the girl of my dreams. I wanna grow old with you, have a family with you, be with you through all the good and bad, every milestone. I want to be able to hear you laugh everyday, and see your smile everyday, see you every morning and night, tell you I love you everyday. So, I wanted to ask, something I’ve been wanting to ask for forever, will you marry me?”

The smile on your face only grew. It was the same smile he wished to see for the rest of his life. 

You nodded your head with a laugh, moving to hug him as you exclaimed “Yes!”

“Yeah?” Steve asked through a laugh of his own, almost sounding as if he was in disbelief. 

You only kissed him in response. A kiss that spoke a million yeses. 

Steve eventually, reluctantly, pulled away from the kiss to slide the engagement ring onto your ring finger, lifting your hand to press a kiss to it with a smile. “My future wife,” he said with a smile that took over his whole face.

***

“I can’t believe we’re married!” You exclaimed with a laugh as Steve pulled you in for a kiss. 

“Neither can I, Mrs. Harrington,” he said with a smile as he kissed you again. 

Your wedding had been small, close friends and family only, but in a small town like Hawkins, word gets around rather quickly. And in the days leading up to your wedding, you and Steve had been bombarded with different people congratulating the two of you. Anyone from the cashier at the grocery store, to the lady passing you two in the movie theaters, to old classmates from your high school. 

“Did you see our mom’s crying?” Steve asked as he kissed your cheek. 

“I saw you crying when I walked down the aisle,” you teased with a smile. 

It was true. The minute Steve saw you, he couldn’t help but cry. He was getting to marry the girl of his dreams, who also just so happened to be the prettiest girl he had ever seen. How could he not cry on what he considered to be the best day of his life?

Steve gently took your face in his hands, muttering out a soft, affectionate, “shut up,” before pecking your face with kisses. Your forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, chin, anywhere and everywhere he wanted. 

***

A few years later, you and Steve had moved into your childhood home, the place where the two of you had first met. Where your love story had first begun. 

Now, instead of being little kids playing in your backyard, you had two kids of your own playing there. In the very same backyard, the two of you had first become friends. 

“I love you,” Steve whispered to you as you both sat in the lawn chairs he had brought out, watching your daughters draw on the sidewalk with pieces of chalk. 

“I love you too,” you replied with a smile, kissing his cheek. 

Steve smiled at the kiss, taking his gaze away from your daughters to look at you with a look filled with nothing but love and adoration for you. 

“I’m gonna love you forever,” he whispered with a smile, “till the day I die, and then some.” 

“My ghost’s gonna haunt your ghost,” you joked with a laugh, his words warming your heart. 

Steve only smiled. “Promise?”

[nonville]

"so pretty, 'toru."

he's like putty in your hands. eyes drooped low as he gazes up at you, he mumbles something unintelligible through cheeks squished by the hands that cup his hands. he wouldn't dare move to make himself coherent, though. moving any of the long limbs wrapped around your like a koala would be more offending than his students calling him old.

(you've seen plenty of that firsthand.)

but here, in the comfort of your shared space, he's not a teacher. he's not a sorcerer, or the shoulders that carry jujutsu excellence, or the strongest. here, with the window cracked just a bit to let in the night breeze and the blankets fresh out of the dryer warm on his skin... he's just 'toru. hopelessly loved by you to the furthest corner of his domain and beyond.

you can't help but smile as he drifts further and further into sleep in your hands, lids falling closed for a brief second before fluttering halfway open again. it's almost like a little game at this point. how long will he last this time?

and as if on cue, you mumble with him—"'m not tired, just restin' my eyes."

you giggle when he looks up to glare at you halfheartedly, expression already slipping into fondness as you stroke your thumbs against his cheeks in calming circles. you watch in real time as he sags into open adoration. your certain he can hear your heart fluttering around inside your ribcage.

"my heart," he manages to sigh between drawn out yawns. "everything i do is for you. because of you. and the kids, and.."

"if i could turn your brain off for the next few hours, i would," you muse in return, smiling when he gives you a knowing look. pale eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones before he burrows his face into your neck. you move easily, petting through his hair. "but you're appreciated, 'ru."

your voice lowers to a whisper. "if not by anyone, then by me. always going to be in your corner. always."

he doesn't respond. not verbally, anyway. but as his shoulders finally give way to exhaustion and his body leans against yours, the ghost of a kiss brushed against your jawline is as much as a thank you as it would have been shouted from the top of the world.

[coriihanniee]

Guess WHO! - boynextdoor smau

𓂃۶ৎ SYNOPSIS : When multiple leaked photos ignite a wildfire of speculation, the world is certain—BOYNEXTDOOR'S Y/N is secretly dating one of the members. But who? No one knows, and you refuse to clear the air. Instead, you turn the chaos into a game, scattering cryptic clues and half-truths while every member plays along, deepening the mystery. Every glance, every post, every moment is a riddle waiting to be solved. Is the answer hidden in plain sight, or are you leading everyone in circles? How far can a secret stretch before it unravels? And when it does—will anyone be ready for the truth?

CHAPTER 26 : the arcade duo

The arcade smelled like stale popcorn, plastic tokens, and the kind of artificial excitement only bright, flashing lights could create.

You stood near the entrance, idly scrolling through your phone as you waited. The neon glow of the sign overhead buzzed faintly, casting you in shifting shades of blue and red. You had already been standing there for ten minutes, and at this point, you weren’t sure if Woonhak was actually on his way or just spiritually manifesting himself here.

You sighed, switching apps.

Woonhak : YO. I'M HERE

Woonhak : WHERE ARE YOU

Woonhak : HELLO. WHERE IS MY GAMING PARTNER.

You barely had time to process his messages before you caught sight of him power-walking toward the entrance like he had just escaped a hostage situation. His hoodie was slightly lopsided, hair a little windblown, and he was panting like he had been running for his life.

You raised an eyebrow. “Bro, I’ve been waiting.”

Woonhak stopped in front of you, hands on his knees as if he had just completed a marathon. “I sprinted here.”

“You literally did not.”

“I mentally sprinted.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You were late.”

“Traffic.”

“We live in the same area.”

“…Moral traffic.”

You smacked his arm, earning a dramatic yelp. “Let’s just go inside.”

Instantly, his expression brightened. “Prepare yourself. We are about to bankrupt this place.”

“You’re about to bankrupt yourself,” you corrected, following him in.

The second you stepped inside, you were hit with the chaotic mess of flashing lights, overlapping game sounds, and kids shrieking at full volume.

A group of middle schoolers nearly body-checked Woonhak on their way to the racing games. He barely dodged in time, pressing himself dramatically against a claw machine.

“Damn. Is this what war feels like?” he whispered.

You sighed. “Please shut up.”

But he was already moving past his near-death experience, his eyes locking onto the claw machine like it had personally offended him. He dug into his pocket, pulled out a coin, and slid it into the slot with the confidence of a man who had never successfully won from one.

“Watch this.”

You crossed your arms. “Watching.”

The claw descended. The claw gripped. The claw lifted—

And then the claw said, sike, loser, and dropped the plush halfway.

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

You threw your head back, laughing so hard you nearly lost balance. “Nah, that was personal.”

Woonhak scowled, already shoving in another coin. “BITCH, WE GO AGAIN.”

Twenty minutes later, Woonhak was down an embarrassing amount of money. He had yelled at the machine twice, smacked it three times, and even prayed at one point.

But finally—after a struggle that could only be described as tragic—he managed to yank a stuffed snowman out of the machine like he had just conquered a kingdom.

“LET’S GOOOOOOO,” he screamed, shaking it over his head like it was a trophy.

You clapped, deadpan. “Damn. All that money just to win a plushie that looks exactly like you.”

“First of all, RUDE.”

You snatched the snowman from him and squished it. “No, ‘cause it’s soft, round, and dumb-looking. You cannot tell me this isn’t you.”

“Okay, but at least I’m huggable.”

“That’s what you got from that?”

“Yes.”

You spent the next few hours tearing through every game in sight.

You destroyed him in air hockey, sending the puck flying so fast that Woonhak physically dodged like he was in an action movie.

Woonhak obliterated you in racing, drifting so aggressively that his in-game character yeeted you off the track.

You both got banned from the basketball machines for causing “excessive violence.”

“Excessive violence is crazy,” You muttered as you were escorted away from the game.

“To be fair, that machine started it.”

“No, you started it when you dunked the ball so hard the sensor broke.”

“Details.”

By the time you hit the ticket redemption counter, Woonhak dumped a massive stack of tickets onto the counter with pride. “What can we get with this?”

The worker barely glanced up. “You can get… a pencil.”

“…Excuse me?”

You cackled. “Bro, you just spent your life savings for a pencil.”

“No. No, I refuse,” he muttered, staring at the worker like he was about to negotiate for his life. “What about that mini arcade keychain?”

“That’s 10,000 tickets.”

You both looked at your total: 342 tickets.

“…Give me the pencil.”

By the time you finally stumbled out of the arcade, the night air was crisp and cool against your sweaty skin. The neon lights reflected off the pavement, still glowing behind them as the city carried on, buzzing with life.

You stretched, rolling out your shoulders. “That was fun.”

Woonhak grinned, twirling his stupid pencil between his fingers. “Of course. I don’t take Ls when it comes to fun.”

You gave him a look. “You literally took, like, fifty Ls in there.”

“WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THAT.”

You laughed, shaking your head. But as the laughter faded, something in your expression shifted—like your mind had already drifted somewhere else.

Woonhak noticed.

You walked in silence for a moment, the weight of reality settling back in. BOYNEXTDOOR’s never-ending schedule. The relentless dating rumors. The way you had been dragged into everything, reduced to nothing more than a mystery for fans to obsess over.

It was exhausting.

Woonhak swung the snowman plush towards you, nudging your arm. “Hey.”

You glanced at him. “Hm?”

He hesitated, then sighed. “Look… I know you’re going through a lot right now.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone. “What?”

“I mean, you never say it, but we all know,” he said, kicking a loose pebble down the sidewalk. “You get dragged into our mess all the time. You’re stuck in all this idol bullshit, and half the time, it feels like people care more about who you might be dating than who you actually are.”

You stayed quiet.

Woonhak turned to you, his usual playful energy replaced by something quieter, more sincere. “I just— I admire you, YN. Like, really. You take all this shit and somehow still laugh, still deal with us—”

“‘Us’ is a lot to deal with,” you muttered.

“EXACTLY. And you do it so well.”

Your throat tightened.

“I just wanted you to have a day where you weren’t thinking about all that. Just having fun.”

You stared at him.

Then you punched him in the arm. “Dumbass.”

“Ow???”

But before he could complain more, you grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug.

Woonhak stiffened for half a second before melting into it. He didn’t say anything, just squeezed you back, letting you take whatever you needed from the moment.

“Thanks, Woon.” Your voice was quiet.

He grinned against your shoulder. “Anytime.”

As you and Woonhak finally made your way back to the BOYNEXTDOOR dorm, you were greeted by the usual chaos.

Jaehyun was lounging on the couch, phone in hand, but he didn’t look up. “Took you long enough.”

Woonhak flopped onto the couch beside him, giving Jaehyun a deadpan stare. “We were busy winning at life, okay?”

“You two are lucky the plane leaves tomorrow, or I’d drag you back to practice for a 24-hour marathon.” Sungho popped up from behind the kitchen counter with a knowing grin.

Leehan walked in from the hallway, glancing at you over his shoulder. “You both look like you’ve been through warzones. Is this really how you’re gonna show up tomorrow before the flight?”

You shot him a playful glare. “We’re fine. Totally. I’ve perfected the art of operating on no sleep.”

Riwoo, who had been quietly scrolling on his phone, looked up with a smirk. “Yeah, totally. Sure you are.”

Taesan, who had been chilling by the door, suddenly joined the conversation. “You guys really went to the arcade? I thought we were gonna take it easy before the flight.”

Woonhak leaned back, throwing his arms behind his head dramatically. “The arcade was life—it was essential. You don’t understand.”

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow, looking at him over his phone. “I don’t even know what that means, but you’re lucky I’m not your manager. You’re both going to crash hard tomorrow. I give you an hour before you fall asleep mid-conversation.”

“Worse than that,” Sungho chimed in. “I give them 20 minutes before they start fighting over who gets to nap first.”

Woonhak shot him a playful glare. “You’re just jealous ‘cause I won a plushie.”

You laughed. “You did make a dramatic scene over that. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

Leehan chuckled from across the room. “The claw machine gods were clearly punishing him for all those failed attempts.”

Woonhak raised the stuffed snowman in the air like a trophy. “You’re all just jealous you didn’t come with us. You could’ve experienced greatness.”

Taesan snorted, leaning against the wall. “Yeah, but no one’s jealous of your spending habits, Woon."

Woonhak raised an eyebrow, grinning. “I can’t help that the claw machine recognized my talent, okay?”

Jaehyun smirked. “Greatness, huh? Well, let’s see how much ‘greatness’ you have left when you try to wake up early tomorrow. You’re going to need it for the flight."

You stretched out on the couch. “I’ll survive. We’ve survived worse, right?”

“Zombies would be a better description.” Sungho’s grin was as wide as ever.

“Alright, alright, you guys get some sleep.” Jaehyun stood up, stretching. “Big day tomorrow.”

As everyone started to head toward their rooms, Woonhak nudged you with his shoulder. “See? They don’t even know what it’s like to have fun.”

You leaned back against the couch, a content smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. We’re not that bad, right?”

Woonhak grinned, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Nope. We’re perfectly fine—just a couple of champions who know how to live.”

You rolled your eyes. “Champions who are definitely going to need a nap in about an hour.”

“Hey,” Woonhak shrugged, “Nap champions count, too.”

Riwoo, who had been listening to the conversation with an amused expression, shook his head. “You two are something else.”

But as you laughed along with the rest of them, you felt a small, nagging feeling in your gut. It wasn’t the same carefree excitement you’d felt earlier at the arcade. Something was off. You couldn’t quite place it, but you knew tomorrow would bring something—more—something you weren’t prepared for...

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[issues4him]

https://www.tumblr.com/issues4him/778743145868476416/i-love-your-blue-collar-rafe-and-sahm-reader

Can we see a time when reader is pregnant and really struggling maybe when she is pregnant with baby Hunter and also having to take care of rowdy toddlers who are clingy and energetic as well and it being a harder pregnancy in general. Maybe reader is struggling to take care of everything and letting herself take the back burner and she is so tired all the time because she isn’t taking care of herself. Reader doesn’t want rafe to worry so she doesn’t tell him what’s going on. Rafe being the amazing husband he is can totally see reader is struggling and maybe a little something how Rafe scoops in and takes care of his #1 girl

sahm!reader is really struggling during your third pregnancy, but blue collar!rafe is there for you!

cw: cussing, mentions of pregnancy issues/complications

you couldn’t remember the last time you’d sat down and just… breathed. it was late afternoon, the sun slipping through the kitchen windows in long golden streaks, but it didn’t feel warm. not to you. it felt heavy. like everything else lately.

the house was cluttered—not dirty, but lived-in—the kind of mess that never really disappeared when you had a toddler, a preschooler, and a baby on the way. toys were scattered under the coffee table, tiny socks balled up in the hallway, sippy cups abandoned in corners you couldn’t even remember passing through. your back ached in that deep, stubborn way that only came from pregnancy. the kind of pain that didn’t let up, even when you sat down. especially when you sat down. baby hunter was heavy today, low in your belly and pressing hard against your spine, like he was trying to make himself known from the inside out. and your feet—swollen, hot, pulsing—were shoved into mismatched socks because you hadn’t had time to do laundry that week. or the week before.

wren had cried off and on for hours, clinging to your legs, screaming anytime you tried to put her down. emmett had thrown a fit over his grilled cheese, insisting he wanted it cut into triangles instead of squares even though you’d literally asked him five minutes before. and hunter… well, he’d been kicking the hell out of your ribs all day like he was mad too.

you were touched-out, burnt-out, and completely drained. but you didn’t say anything when rafe called during his lunch break and asked how things were going. you didn’t complain when he texted to say he’d be late getting home. you didn’t say a word when he walked through the door and didn’t kiss you like he usually did, didn’t notice how tired your eyes looked, didn’t see the way you were barely holding it together.

instead, you got the kids fed, bathed, and tucked into bed without help. you cleaned up the kitchen. you wiped the counters. you sat down for the first time that day, pressed your hands to your lower back, and tried not to cry. but when your body finally gave out, and you curled up on the couch, just done—that’s when rafe walked in.

he didn’t say anything at first. just stood in the doorway for a long moment, watching you. you didn’t notice right away. your eyes were closed, your breath soft, your body limp in a way that was too still to be peaceful. but the second he took a step closer, he saw it—the puffiness around your eyes. the streak of dried tears on your cheek. the way your hands stayed curled against your stomach, like you were holding yourself together out of instinct.

something in him cracked. he didn’t ask questions. he didn’t need to. he moved slowly, carefully, like he was afraid you’d shatter if he moved too fast. he knelt beside the couch, reached up, and brushed his thumb across your cheek so softly it made your breath hitch. your eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused. “hey, baby,” he whispered, voice so tender it almost made you cry again.

you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. he didn’t need you to explain. didn’t want you to. he just pulled you into his arms, cradled you like you were something delicate, and let you fall apart right there in his lap. his chest was solid and warm against your cheek, his hands strong and steady as he rubbed your back and kissed your hair. “you don’t have to do it all,” he murmured into your hair, voice thick with guilt. “you hear me? you don’t have to hold the whole damn world together by yourself.”

you shook your head, choking out something between a sob and a laugh. “i didn’t want to bother you. you already work so hard…”

he pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his thumb wiping another tear from your cheek. “and so do you,” he said firmly. “more than anyone. you’re the one raisin’ our babies. keepin’ this house runnin’. growin’ our son inside you while takin’ care of everyone else. and…i know i haven’t been around helpin’ the way i should.”

you sniffled, lips trembling. “i’m just… so tired.”

he kissed your forehead. “then rest, mama. i got you.” and that night, he did. he scooped you up, took you to bed, helped you out of your clothes, and ran you a warm bath with that lavender oil you liked but never used on yourself. he sat on the edge of the tub while you soaked, rubbing your calves and kissing your swollen belly like it was the most important thing he’d ever done. when you got out, he helped you into the comfiest pajama shirt you owned—his—and tucked you into bed with fresh sheets, a cold glass of water, and a plate of toast just in case. “i’m gettin’ up with the kids tomorrow,” he said as he slid in beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “and you ain’t doin’ a damn thing but rest. i’ll take care of everything.”

you turned your head, looking at him through tired eyes. “even the laundry?” you teased weakly.

he grinned, already kissing your shoulder. “even the laundry. even the dishes. even wren’s freakout when you don’t cut her sandwich right. all of it.” you closed your eyes, your whole body melting into the bed. and as he pulled you closer, hand splayed over your bump, he whispered one last thing before sleep took you completely:

“you’re the heart of this family, baby. don’t you ever forget that.”

[naybii]

𝓞r 𝓷ah ?

CW: mentions of toxic relationship, forgiveness,mentions of past sex experiences (drunk sex), breast/nipple play, Pet names (gorgeous,good girl,my lady, etc.), cunnilingus, face sitting, unprotected sex (wrap your Willie’s, don’t be silly), consent - (non consensual sex is not valid at all.), reader getting called a slut 1x, squirting, creampies (if there’s more. Tell me.)

A/n: I’m Still in writers block, so if I end up liking it I’ll post it. If not. Then I’m not gonna post this story until I can write an actual good story. Idk thought. I gave up on Freak-tober so Idek if I’ll catch up. This writing style is new and I don’t release that much story’s since I need to improve on my writing.. but if you have advice. Ty :33 I just realized that when you try to enter for a new paragraph with an already written one. It deletes it. It’s so fucking annoying. This is NOT. Proof read and this is an old smut fic, I am so sorry. This might be a little shitty..💔

- the following story does Hold Explicit Content, if you’re a minor please proceed w/ caution -

Synopsis: in the night in Seoul, South Korea. You were at this club. Not very crowded which works with you, you were drinking some alcohol, washing your throat down with it. You were having a good time, listening to the Music that the DJ had been playing. It was gonna be a good night. Though, while you were drinking there was a shadow right above you. Like any other person, you looked up and your night was immediately ruined. Why is he here? And what will happen?

“I finally Found you.” The Black-haired male said. A subtle smirk emerged on his face, you wanted to slap that Look off of him. He’s messed you up enough, why even bother with him? He was such an asshole. he would prioritize himself before you. Which annoyed you. And got in arguments with you, a lot of times. So you had the right to not like him, right?

“San, please get out of my face. I Don't Want to Talk to you.” you tried to be polite to him, not wanting to spark a stupid argument in public. Especially because he will make sure everyone knows that he's the ‘victim’ it had always been like that during your relationship. Oh, you got hit by San, his excuse? ‘She was putting me in danger!’ it was the same thing over and over again. “Oh please y/n, I was the victim in this relationship. You made me feel unloved. I believe I had a right to treat you badly. And besides. Maybe it wouldn't have been like this if you had tried harder to make me happy.” he said boldly. Is he hearing himself?

The audacity for him to say such a stupid comment. “Excuse you? So you’re telling me. If I tried Harder to make you happy, I had to throw my whole life away and act like nothing mattered but you?” You Were Offended, the audacity from him the waltz in and throw your Rocky relationship’s blame on you? “Oh please, y/n. I was the best thing that happened to you. Besides I did do you pretty good in bed.” He added to his already Cocky comment. He cleared his throat and chuckled at you. “Who am I kidding? I make every woman who Im with good.” yeah that's it, your gonna punch that motherfucker in the stomach.

“Quit talking about that San, I don't care about what your stats are with people in your bed. That doesn't mean shit. And no? You weren't the best thing that's happened to me. You're being so cocky and it's so repetitive and annoying, the best thing that has happened to me was leaving you.” you retorted. Who does he think he is? “Come on y/n, don't act like you're some saint too.” he pursed his lips. “That's not what you were saying 1 month ago. Either.” that was right. You had hooked up with him while you two were drunk. It was consensual and protected, but it was still a regret of yours. How could you be so desperate?

“That was a month ago, dipshit. By the way. I didn't say anything.” you said confidently. You remembered about the sex. But not About the words or actions. “Let me recap it for you gorgeous, I had asked You ‘Who’s is it?’ and you immediately said, ‘this pussy is yours.’ so it Still is mine, gorgeous.” your jaw Slacked. Wait, what? You don't remember any of that. Of course, you had forgotten. “It was in the heat of the moment, San. I didn't mean it.” you excused yourself. Though you knew damn well you meant everything you had said.

“So, you think I can still have what’s mine?” he asked out of nowhere. It was a Turn-on. Not because it was San. Actually it was because it’s San, but because his straightforwardness was Attractive and enticing to you. “Oh fuck you, San.” you rolled your eyes. “Oh yeah, fuck me.”San said back, snickering. Staring at your ass While you were grabbing your purse, Taking his hand that he had held out in front of you. That hand had quickly snaked to your waist.

That whole way to his apartment, you and San had talked it out. It wasn’t that easy to do since there was some wrongs that both sides of the parties had done. But you guys had ended up talking about it like adults. “I want to apologize, I don’t want to come with any excuses and I just want to start fresh alright? I don’t. Exactly expect you to forgive me instantly since I had messed you up.” You Just listened to him Speak and ramble about, you smiled and Hugged him while you to were walking. “It’s Alright, at least you had acknowledged your wrongs. And I do too.” You glanced over at him. You guys were coming up to this Tall and bougie looking building. You had Assumed it was his apartment complex. Since i mean, he was wealthy and responsible with money.

You guys finally made it to Sans's luxury apartment complex which was around 5 minutes from the club. He rang up the elevator, pressing the button which calls the elevator, he heard the little ping! And the elevator doors swiftly opened, He had made sure you had gotten in first and stepped into the elevator after you. It took a good 20 seconds to get to his floor, the door Sliding open. He grabbed your hand and led you to his Apartments front door. Grabbing the keys, fiddling with it until he got to the right key to open his Door. He placed the key into the keyhole, turning the keys and the door clicked open. Walking you into his humble apartment.

“Welcome home, my lady.” He introduced you to his apartment. It was so much different than the one when you two were together. “Woah.” You said. It was a lot bigger from the outside, but you weren’t complaining. It was clean and Modern apartment. A living room, a 8x8 bathroom. And the bedroom was Clean and comfy looking. “I’m surprised you actually clean it.” You made fun of him. “Well excuse you, y/n. And yes. I do clean it regularly! So don’t doubt in me.” He frowned. And then smiled.

“You need anything to drink, gorgeous?” He asked you, that hot ass smirk on his face. It was Always doing something to you. “No thank you, actually. Yes, just water.” You corrected yourself. “Alright, one water coming up for my lady.” He said so barista-like. “One cup of water for y/n!” He was Sometimes so wholesome. That’s what You genuinely liked about him. “Thank you for my Little order.” You took the water from his hand. “I’m still getting my payment, right?” He Smiled slyly. “Yes, yes you are.” You Sipped on the water, leaving a lipstick mark on the cup. You placed the empty glass onto the marble counter. “Now, can I get that payment?” He asked you in a whisper like tone.

“Yes,San. Yes.” You rolled your eyes in play-annoyance. Come here already then. “Gladly, my lady.” He walked over to you, then swiftly got you off the stool. He placed you onto the Countertop. And stepped back. Taking a look at you, practically undressing you with his eyes. He walked over to you and undid the dress, moving the zipper down your dress, trying to get you out of your pretty dress. “Let’s get you out of these, my love.” He murmured against your neck. Sending a shiver down your Spine. He looked over at you and smiled. “Raise your hips. And there we go.” You complied with him, raising your hips. He slid the dress off your thighs. Letting it fall onto the ground.

“My god.” He murmured, looking at your Beautiful lingerie, was he Infatuated with you. “Red and black Lingerie,huh?” He asked you. Then taking a good look at you. Fuck, the urge, he has the urge to take a photo of you in that Lingerie, fuck you looked sexy.. his Boner quickly Awoke, Before clearing his throat, not wanting to think with His dick, but.. come on. “Is it alright if I take a photo of you In this… god..sexy Outfit?” he asked You Politely, before You gave him the okay. With him Getting permission, he Takes His phone out, before snapping a picture of your beautiful body. “ ‘mazing sweetheart.” He had that Sly Smirk. Fuck it was hot!

“Let’s take this off now.” He muttered as he got to you, his breath hitting your face as he unclasped Your bra. Then sliding it off and letting that fall to the floor too, your Breasts came out of its confines, slightly jiggling from the Tightness of the bra, that was now off, he Looked into your eyes, waiting for you to say something. “I’m okay with you touching me, San.” He nodded, humming in content and then bringing his hand to your breast, And massaging it, kneading it in his right hand and the other with his left, you Were liking the free no-charge. Massage and You sigh. “That feels good.” You hummed, relaxing yourself. “Let’s see if we can get you to Make some noises, yeah?” He Smiled and Took one tit into his mouth, savoring it then sucking onto it glancing up to you, making sure you were okay. “Oh fuck San.” His face just made this all Hotter, yeah, you were absolutely Turned on.

“You like that ,dear?” He Asked you in a slow and seductive manner. Then swirling his Tounge around your Nipple. The other one hardening in an instant. He pulled away and Started to Roll the Sensitive bud between his index and thumb. You arch your back, raising your hips off the Counter. Letting out a series of Soft moans, and he hadn’t Even Penetrated you yet. You might Just cum, untouched. without Even being Fucked. You pursed your lip. “G-God San. Slow down.” You breathe out. He chuckled softly. Continuing to stimulate your Sensitive Bud. “I’m enjoying this, a lot. And your body is telling me so too.” He pointed out your Damp spot on the front of your underwear. “Fuck,that was on accident.” He could obviously see through your blatant lie. “Riiight. “Accident” hm?” He said in air quotes since he knew you so well, that was not on accident.

“Okay. Well maybe it wasn’t on accident, but you turned me on. So is that really my fault san?” You Replied back. “No, it’s not,pretty girl. Just wondering why you said it was an accident.” He glanced over at you. “Be a Good girl and take your underwear off for me.” He demanded and smiled at you. Seeing you from his peripheral, lifting your hips and Shimmying your Hips and legs. Your Underwear falling onto the floor with all of your other clothes. “That’s some pretty legs. Open those legs for me, pretty girl,” you Nodded and immediately opened your legs. Letting San have a look at your pretty Dripping cunt. “You’re soaked, did I turn you on that much?” He Asked you with a Grin on his face. I’m gonna carry you to the Bedroom, is that alright?” He glanced from your pussy to your face. “Yeah, go ahead.” He grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, your ass up in the air. And god, was he strong. “You’re strong, sannie.” You told him. Making him chuckle. “I know what I am, m’lady.” He was so damn cocky. But that’s another attractive thing about him. He opens his door with one hand, then door letting a soft click. He walked into the room, throwing you onto his bed. You let out a Yelp and He closes the door. “I need you to sit on my face so damn bad y/n.” He pleaded. His bulge visible in his pants.

“Then come over here and lay down.” He could hear the smile in your voice. He walked over to the bed and laid down. “I haven’t had dinner so consider you, my dinner.” He smiled, looking at you. “You need help with getting on my face?” He asked you, grinning. “No.” You said sharply, you Shifted on the bed. Getting above his face, straddling his Head, giving him a Good and clear view. You Lower yourself down. And He grabbed your hips, reflexively. Sitting you above his face. His Tounge darting out to taste your Sweet juices. Having your Hands Supporting You, on the headboard. You let out a soft sigh. “Fuck, San.” You Mewl. He Continued to move his tongue through your Folds, the Sounds of explicit Slurping and Squelching Echoed around his rooms align with your moans. “Oh shit, San!” You threw your head back. Grabbing onto his jet black hair. “You’re eating me out So good.” You praised. Riding his face, his Nose stimulating your Clit. You Bit your lip. Riding his Face. And Stuffing it right in his face.

“God, oh my god San.” You Cursed. You already Feel yourself close to cumming. His Tounge was working it’s damn Magic. Flicking against your folds, then Slipping it into your Sweet Pussy, slurping all of the juices. Man were you sweet as hell. “San I’m gonna Cum..” You warned him. He had you ride his face. “Fuck, right there. Oh my goshh.. please..” The combination of pleasure from His nose and tounge was Scrumptious.. and You Started To whimper against your lips. The bed squeaking. “Holy shit I’m cumming!” You Squeal, then Letting go. Grunting and Stiffening. You cried out in pleasure. Shaking uncontrollably as he’s still Eating you out. “Fuck! San please stop!” You go off him. Seeing his face clearly Some cum on his nose and mouth. Dripping down his chin. He sat up and Murmured. Turning you around “Let’s have you taste yourself.” He kissed you. Having you Taste yourself on his Tongue. “Good girl.” He cooed. He got up trying to clearly get his pants off. he Unbuttoned his pants. Fiddling with the zipper. Before laying you down.

“I’m collecting what’s mine.” He Said. Then slipping his Pants Off. you could clearly see the out-line of his cock, through his boxer-briefs. He Slides that off too. His cock coming out stiff, his red, swollen cock head dripping pre-cum. He walked over to you, then positioned you so your legs were Spread open. And facing him. He smirked slyly. And grabbed your hips. Mushroom-tip prodding against your welcoming entrance. “Oh fuck San.” You threw your head back. Before kissing him. “Aww what’s wrong? Is this the first time in forever since you’ve had Dick in you you little Fucking slut?” He murmured Those words into your ear before You Let out a shaken moan.

“Yes, San.. it’s been forever..” you nodded, before He Kissed your Lips. Shutting you up. Before he teasingly Entered the head of his cock in your tight pussy. before You whine for him to put the whole thing in. Before he nodded and slowly pushed Into your Eager and tight Pussy. Before you both let out a Loud moan. “Fuck, y/n your Tight Pussy is so fuckin’ warm and snug.. it’s like it’s made just for my dick.” He thrusted in you, your legs impulsively wrapping his waist, Before he Chuckled. “Don’t want me to move out, hm?” He whispered with a hushed voice. “Fuck, San. faster..” you mewled before He began to slap his hips into you. “Oh shit !” You Moaned out. Tears in your eyes. “San please.. oh fuck !! I’m gonna Squirt around your Fucking cock..” you warned before He Grabbed your shoulders and Slammed into you repeatedly, hitting the Sweet spot in your nice gummy walls, making you see stars before You felt the String in your tummy go snap. Before Your eyes Immediately roll back. a rush of Liquid Gushing out of your pussy and around Sans Cock. You cried Out in Utter pleasure, San then Looked at you while it just kept Coming out. Still pounding you. And He Looked So enamored and Happy. Before He let out a Grunt and murmured. “I’m cumming..” Before he Relentlessly Slammed his hips into yours like his life depends upon it leaving your sensitive Pussy put the Work in, he let out a loud moan. His hips stuttering and Finally Cumming in you, leaving a Mess. He Plopped down onto you. not bothering to pull out while having you in his Arms. panting and Shaking. he kissed your head tenderly. “You did amazing, babe. take Some Rest, my baby.” He said in a hushed voice Before letting you rest, just like the Previous nights you guys had Hooked up. Though. This one would definitely bring you two back.

„ 𝓣he 𝓔nd !! ”

— This was made in oct 2024.. it’s March 2025.. 😭😭 I’ll be brave and post this.. 💔🥀

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Austin's Chronicles: X-Possesion

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This is the first story in a series of stories called: Austin's Chronicles: Morphosis Heroes. I hope you like it, it's definitely something I'm excited to share with you and start working on.

Austin's Chronicles: X-Possesion (English Version)

Austin was a kid with a lot of problems at Xavier Academy, a social misfit who still didn't know his power. Cerebro had detected him months ago as a mutant but no trace of his mutation had appeared in all that time. The other students took him as a hopeless case and the teachers sometimes gave him some encouragement not to give up hope, but that only made the boy more desperate.

— Calm down – Professor Scott said calmly to the teenager. They were the only ones in that classroom – Your power will come sooner or later.

— It's coming sooner rather than later.

The boy muttered, skinny. All puny and no muscle at all.

— You must be patient, Austin.

— What's the use of being patient? I just see how others make fun of me, how I don't fit in and get picked on! That's what being patient is!?

The boy exploded in fury at his teacher.

— Austin – Cyclops said in an authoritative tone – That's enough. You have to be more patient, you have to....

— No! I've had enough!

And then it happened. Like some kind of energy wave, something came out from inside the boy, a kind of blue energy that found its way to Cyclops' chest. Embedding itself in him.

— Ugh! Austin, you have to stop this!

— I-I don't know how! I-I'm not controlling it!

The boy said in panic, Scott felt weaker and weaker. While Austin felt light, like he was floating.

— Uhh... - An awkward groan from Cyclops sounded, his expression turned silly – Austin...

He swept out the words until strangely the boy seemed to levitate and shoot out at his teacher's chest, vanishing into him. The muscular body, wrapped in his tight blue suit, twitched violently.

That lasted for a while until it finally seemed to stop, only the man's agitated breathing remained.

— Wh-what the fuck...? – he mumbled heavily before panicking – Ah! – the hero looked carefully at his hands, absorbed by the yellow gloves – Uh... Uh... This is bad.

He swallowed. Anyone who had seen that scene would have thought that Cyclops had lost his mind, but there was only one detail: That wasn't Cyclops.

That was Austin.

The boy felt dazed in that body. His hands slowly went to his new chest, starting to massage his muscles.

— Ah! – he ended up finding his new nipples. Something Austin didn't know was that Scott Summers' body was extremely sensitive. He touched that area again, which only made his legs tremble and he let out a moan.

He continued with that exploration, one hand on his chest and the other down his abs until it ended at his fat bulge.

— Phew... Professor... – he muttered to himself, though a mischievous smile played on his lips – Do you like seeing me like this, Austin?

He took his pecs in his hands again to weigh them. He immediately positioned himself against the table, lifting his new buttocks.

— Or how I move it, do you like it? – he said wiggling his new plump buttocks – Let me show you more – with both hands, he spanked his ass, letting out a loud moan, sticking his pelvis against the table and starting to rub himself against it.

Austin was lost in those sensations, panting heavily. Seeming almost anxious, he began to rub his new entrance with his hand.

He let out a sigh at the sensation of the suit slowly pushing into that area. The boy felt like he was in glory as he enjoyed Cyclops' body.

He flexed his new arms, totally thrilled to see his new muscles being marked by the blue fabric, tensing up.

— Mfh. Let's see how I smell... – he muttered to stick his nose in his armpit, letting out a gasp at the stench. Starting to smell like crazy.

There was nothing left of the respectable, heroic Cyclops, just a boy with raging hormones at the helm.

Unable to contain himself any longer. The boy forcefully grabbed the front of the suit, ripping it all the way down to expose his large chest and abs.

— This is getting in the way...

He mumbled, sliding the fabric further down to tear the part of the pants, leaving his new masculinity on display.

The guy continued to attend to himself like crazy, like there was no tomorrow. Being a mess, between trying to touch his chest, explore himself, smell himself or just let his saliva run down his new chin as if he had fried brain cells. — Ah, ah, I'm Scott Summers and I want to be controlled! Ah!

He was rubbing his entrance, enjoying the feel of the glove against himself. Until he heard the living room door thunder, slow.

—Professor?...

To be continued.

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Darry had just sat down with the evening paper when the front door slammed open like the wind had caught it. He barely had time to register the blur of movement before his youngest brother was on him, arms locking tight around his middle, face pressing into his chest like he was a little kid again.

For a second, Darry froze. Ponyboy never came to him first. If the kid was upset, he always went straight for Soda, the way he always had, the way Darry had long since accepted. But Soda was still standing in the doorway, eyes wide before his expression melted into something fond. He shot Darry a look, a little grin like 'would you look at that.?', and started making frantic little hug-him-back gestures with his hands.

Darry’s hands hovered for a beat before finally coming down to rest against Ponyboy’s back. Okay. Okay, yeah, this is happening.

Ponyboy didn’t say anything right away. Just stayed pressed against him like he needed to convince himself Darry was real, solid, alive.

Darry cleared his throat, because hell, what else was he supposed to do? “This better not be your way’a trying to get out of something, kiddo.”

Ponyboy shook his head against his chest.

“Curly almost died today.”

Darry’s stomach clenched. “What kinda shit were you two gettin’ into?” he demanded, already picturing every stupid, reckless, goddamn dangerous thing those two could’ve pulled—drag racing, a bad fight, running their damn mouths at the wrong people.

Pony’s breath hitched, face barely scrunching up before Soda swooped in, voice all gentle and smoothing things over. “Just start at the beginning, honey.”

He gave Darry another Look. Jesus, man.

Darry pressed his lips together, forced himself to ease up, even though every instinct in him was coiled tight, ready to snap. Pony never came to him first.

Ponyboy pulled back just enough to talk, but not enough to let go, fingers still curled into Darry’s shirt. “Angela got a new goat,” he started, and Darry blinked because what the hell kind of beginning is that, but he let Pony keep talking.

Ponyboy walked them through the whole afternoon, voice slow, like he was still processing it as he spoke. The fence-building. The bickering. Susan the Goat, who was about to pop with babies any day now. The laughter. The second everything went to hell.

“I thought he was dead,” Pony said, voice going quiet. “One second he was laughing and the next—he wasn’t breathing.”

Darry could picture it, all too easily. Curly Shepard, big mouth, bad attitude, too much energy for his own good—lying there lifeless.

Pony’s breath hitched again. “I just kept begging him not to die. I—I didn’t know what else to do.”

And then it hit him.

Ponyboy had known exactly what to do. Darry had made damn sure of that.

Darry had been the one to teach all his brothers CPR. Had drilled it into them like he did everything else, because he never wanted to be caught not knowing how to save someone again.

And now Pony had used it. And saved someone’s life.

Pony looked up at him, something raw in his expression. “I just—I wanted to say thank you,” he said, like it was something he wasn’t used to saying out loud. “I don’t—I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost someone else.”

Darry exhaled sharply, something catching in his throat. He squeezed Pony’s shoulder, pulled him back into the hug just a little tighter. “You did good, kid.” His voice came out rougher than he meant it to, but Pony didn’t seem to mind.

Soda was still watching, still grinning, but his eyes were a little softer now, like he understood something Darry hadn’t even figured out yet.

Ponyboy never came to him first.

But today, he had.