#doodles for in between oh so much business

[crystallinekitties]

the cats got munchies

[blaiddraws]

HOWDY FOLKS I've not drawn very much as of late since. uhhhh. SEVERAL things happened. but one of them is because i went to a miniature painting convention this past weekend!

it was super fun! here's a couple minis i painted-- first one was just for fun and i want to make her into a character now, second one i did in a class on painting with limited palettes! i did that with only three different colors of paint!

[uramakimochi]

Little Y/N coloring on her uncle Reggie and uncle Barty's dark marks, doodling over it and eventually they got her doodles tattooed to cover the dark mark :')

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE I ABSOLUTELY HAD TO WRITE THIS😭

LITTLE ARTIST

Wolfstar!daughter x Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr (obviously platonic)

Wolfstar x daughter!Reader

WARNINGS: nothing, just fluff, FEM!R, use of petnames but no use of Y/n, this is more of a story between Wolfstar!daughter and her Slytherin uncles i'm sorry, slightly sad Regulus but his beloved niece is the light of his eyes.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

It was another one of the usual days where Regulus and Barty were babysitting you, while Remus and Sirius went out with James and Peter for a Marauders reunion.

At that precise moment Barty was lying on the sofa, with an arm over his eyes, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and his snores echoing throughout the living room. And even if that constant sound annoyed Regulus quite a bit, it didn't even matter to you since you were too busy listening to the words of your uncle, who was reading a book aloud to you while sitting on the carpet with you in the middle of his legs.

"So the brave prince took his sword and shield and, having mounted his horse, he went to the castle where the princess-"

"Uncle Reggie?"

Regulus froze when you called his name and lowered his head to look at you. You tilted your head back against his chest and looked up at him with your big, bright eyes.

"Yes, chérie?" he asked with a smile.

"Can i ask you something?"

Regulus nodded without hesitation.

"What is it?"

"Do you have any tattoos?"

Regulus frowned slightly, not understanding where that sudden question came from.

"No, i don't. Why do you ask?"

You moved between his legs to change position and Regulus closed the book and placed it on the floor to make more room for you, so you sat turned towards him to look at him better.

"Daddy has a lot of tattoos on his arms, his legs, his stomach and even his back" you said then and Regulus nodded, knowing his brother's tattoos well. "Dad has some too, but not as many as Daddy"

You continued to rock back and forth on his legs and with one hand you pointed to Barty sleeping on the couch.

"And uncle Barty has some too"

Regulus turned to look at Barty, knowing you were talking about the tattoos on his arms, the backs of his hands, and his fingers. Unlike Sirius, he even had one on his neck, which he personally didn't like, but it was very Barty style and suited him.

"But…" you shyly said and Regulus looked back at you. "But uncle Barty said that you and him have the same tattoo. Can i see it??"

Regulus felt his heart skip a beat when he heard those words and his body tensed, but you didn't notice. He remained silent for a few seconds, thinking about what to say to you and you continued to look at him patiently, waiting for his response.

Barty had told you about the Death Eater mark. Oh, how could he have been so stupid?! Neither Regulus nor your parents wanted to introduce you to the world of dark magic, your innocence needed to be preserved for as long as possible. And both your parents and Regulus knew what you were like: if you found out why Regulus and Barty had the Dark Mark you would be worried sick about them and they didn't want to scare you.

"I don't think you'd like it" your uncle murmured, trying not to say too much.

"Why?" you asked back, tilting your head to the side. "Is it ugly?"

Yes, it's hideous. And it burns on my skin like a hot iron. If only i had the courage i would cut it off with a knife.

"No" Regulus shook his head. "I just don't like it anymore"

After he and Barty found the courage to leave the Death Eaters, Regulus obviously regretted letting them mark his skin with that horrible figure. But years had passed and now he hardly thought about it anymore. But he never truly forgot.

"I'm sure it looks nice" you replied, flashing him an innocent smile. "Come on uncle Reggie, can i see it?? Please!"

"Chérie..."

"Just this once uncle Reggie, i swear. Pleaseee"

Regulus looked into your eyes intently, deciding what to do. He saw you making sweet eyes at him, with your hands clasped in prayer and he knew that it was now impossible to refuse your request.

So, with a sigh and his heart pounding with anxiety, he stretched his arm forward and then lifted the sleeve of his shirt, showing you the mark on his arm.

You opened your eyes wide and paused to look at the skull and the snake weaving beneath it that were tattooed on his arm, the black ink contrasting sharply with his pale skin.

Regulus looked at you silently, fearing your reaction. Not that you had any idea what that mark was, but he was still worried.

"Oooh" you murmured, then lifting your head towards Regulus. “So uncle Barty has this tattoo too?”

Regulus nodded slowly, trying to smile at you. "He has it on his arm too. Like me"

"Why a skull and a snake?"

"Because we like skulls and snakes"

"Did it hurt when you did it?"

Yes.

"No, sweetheart"

"And why did you get the same tattoo?"

Regulus looked at you tilting hid head with a small smirk.

"You are much more curious than usual today, aren't you?" he said and you giggled sheepishly.

Then he let out another sigh and he looked down at your little feet, his smile falling to make room for a sadder expression.

"We got it when we were younger. We were too stupid and now we regret it"

He wasn't going to explain that he and Barty had been part of a group of murderous dark wizards, but that was the gist of it.

"Don't say that! You and uncle Barty are not stupid!" you immediately retorted and Regulus looked back at you with an amused smile.

"Chérie, you can't understand" he tried to say, but you shook your head stubbornly and looked into his eyes intensely.

"I don't care. Just because you got a tattoo you don't like anymore doesn't mean you're stupid. So don't say that anymore, uncle Reggie. Okay?"

Regulus looked at you with a soft look and after a few seconds he nodded in surrender, knowing that it was impossible to argue with you. You had taken on all of Sirius' stubbornness and it showed.

Then a loud yawn rang through the living room and you and Regulus turned to Barty, who was slowly sitting up on the couch.

"What are you two talking about?" he muttered, stretching his arms upwards to stretch awkwardly.

You jumped up to run to him.

"Uncle Barty, uncle Barty, can i see your tattoo??” you asked frantically.

Junior fixed his hair with one hand, letting out another yawn. "Haven't i already shown you my tattoos a thousand times, little viper?"

You climbed up next to him on the couch and held onto his shoulder, shaking him slightly. "No, i mean the one with the skull and the snake. The one you and uncle Reggie have on your arms!"

Barty glanced at Regulus, who looked back silently then looked at the book he had left on the carpet. They would've talked about it later.

But unlike Regulus, Barty had no problem lifting the sleeve of his sweatshirt and showing you the mark on his skin that was identical to Regulus'. You stopped to look at him, with your hands resting on his thin arm and running your finger over the black lines.

"It's ugly, right?" Barty asked and you lifted your head towards him. "Does it scare you?"

But you shook your head.

"Why would it scare me?" you asked him, confused by his words.

Your father always bragged about all the tattoos that decorated his body. Why did Barty and Regulus seem to hate that tattoo instead?

But then an idea came to your mind.

"Oh, now i understand!" you suddenly exclaimed, making the two men jump.

You got off the couch and ran out of the living room, under the confused gaze of your uncles. A few seconds later you returned to the living room holding your trusted pack of colored markers that Lily had given you and that you were very fond of.

You returned to kneel next to Barty, who still had his arm exposed and you took out a red marker, then removed the cap. But before you could touch his skin with the tip, Barty stopped your hand.

"Hey hey hey what do you think you're doing with that, little viper?" he asked skeptically.

You smiled at him. "I want to color your tattoo, uncle Barty"

"And why is that...?"

"Because it'll become more pretty this way. So you and uncle Reggie can't say it's ugly anymore"

Barty frowned, while Regulus' eyes opened slightly in surprise. You shook Barty's arm again.

"Uncle Barty, can i color your tattoo, please?" you asked him.

Junior let out a sigh but then smirked and extended his arm towards you, resting it on your lap. "Give vent to your artistic streak, baby"

You smiled happily and wasted no time coloring his tattoo, under the watchful gaze of him and Regulus. Then you took another color and began to draw other shapes over and around his one.

"What are you drawing sweetheart?" Regulus asked you, looking at you from the carpet.

"I'm doing some butterflies and flowers" you replied in a focused tone, not looking up from Barty’s arm.

"I don't like butterflies" said the latter. "They're stupid"

You lifted your head to look at him and Regulus glared at him.

"They're not stupid" you replied calmly, not offended by his words, as you were used to Barty's language. "They are pretty and colourful"

"Nah. Better spiders and scorpions"

"Ew. I don't like spiders" you said with a grimace of disgust, then went back to work.

Barty chuckled, but made no move to stop you from continuing your job. He didn't like butterflies, but he would have had his entire body filled with stupid colorful butterflies if you had just asked him. Compared to Regulus, he was rougher and even a bit weirder, but Junior was just as protective as Regulus and would've done anything for you. Anything.

After a few minutes you were done and after putting the cap back on the marker, you took Barty's wrist and lifted his arm, showing it to Regulus.

"Ta-da! Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful darling" Regulus said with a tender smile.

"You're a real artist my little viper" Barty continued, ruffling your hair and making you smile proudly. "I can't wait to show everyone this masterpiece"

You got off the couch and walked back to Regulus, clutching the box of markers in your hands.

"Uncle Reggie, can i color your tattoo too?" you asked, rocking on your heels. "Maybe you'll like it more with some colors"

Regulus smiled as his heart swelled: he loved your sweetness and your innocence and he knew that despite the age gap that separated you, he could always feel safe with you, because you never judged him. You still couldn't realize it, but since Remus and Sirius had taken you in, you had become not only his beloved niece, but also Regulus's safe place.

"Of course chérie" Regulus nodded, rolling up again the sleeve of his marked arm.

You wasted no time in sitting between his crossed legs again and brought his arm into your lap, picking up a marker and starting to color. Regulus admired you coloring his mark, not caring that you were going outside the edges and then you started drawing something else, like you had done with Barty. But on Regulus' skin, instead of butterflies and colorful flowers, you had chosen to draw the moon, the sun and planets surrounded by many stars.

Regulus almost felt his eyes watering but managed to hold back the tears, especially since Barty was still there. So he limited himself to giving you a small kiss on the head, leaving his lips pressed to your hair for a few seconds, while you continued with your work, humming a melody invented on the moment. 

A few days later, Regulus and Barty came to visit Sirius and Remus and you and stayed for dinner (even though your parents would have preferred just Regulus to be there, but obviously they're joking).

"Come here sweetheart" Regulus called to you, inviting you to come closer with a wave of his hand. "I want to show you something"

You immediately got off Sirius' lap to go over to him and Barty, who were sitting on the other sofa, curious as ever.

Regulus lifted his sleeve, revealing his Dark Mark and you let out a gasp. Remus and Sirius frowned at the other two men, not too happy that you were aware of the mark, even if you didn't know the dark truth behind it. But before they could say anything in protest, they also noticed with shock what was on Regulus' arm.

You raised your head to look at your uncle with wide eyes. "Is this my drawing??"

Regulus nodded with a smile and you immediately rubbed your hand up and down his arm and your mouth fell open as you realized that the drawings of planets you had made on his skin weren't going away.

You didn't remember it precisely but Regulus did, and every single detail of the drawings you had done on him a few days before had been tattooed on his skin.

"It's a new tattoo, baby" Barty continued, noticing your confused eyes. "Look"

He lifted his sleeve, showing his mark and to your amazement you and your parents saw that his arm was full of colorful butterflies and flowers.

"I'm not understanding..." Remus murmured in confusion, alternating his gaze from Regulus to Barty.

"There is nothing difficult to understand, Lupin" Junior retorted. "My little viper here improved our tattoos because we didn't like them. This design suits my style much more, don't you think?"

"I love them!" you exclaimed with a toothy grin, bouncing in place. "I'm happy you like them more now!"

Regulus chuckled at your enthusiasm and leaned over to give you a hug, which you immediately returned. "It was thanks to you, chérie"

"Next time i want to get a new tattoo i'll ask you again, baby" Barty said looking at you with a smirk and you nodded frantically.

"Sure!"

Both Sirius and Remus stood up to take a closer look at what the other two had gotten tattooed. And they had to admit that both you and the tattoo artist had done a great job. The mark was hardly visible under all those drawings that came from your imagination.

"Reggie..." Sirius murmured then, catching his brother's attention. But Regulus gave him a smile when he saw his slightly sad look.

"Don't worry, Sirius. I'm fine" he said softly, not wanting you to know what they were talking about. "Thanks to what she did now i know that i can leave it all behind and forget"

Both Black brothers watched you admire the flowers decorating Barty's arm with a proud smile, along with Remus.

"I thought you hated butterflies, Barty" the latter said with an arrogant smirk equal to the tone Junior had used with him earlier.

"Shut your mouth Lupin. You cannot understand the meaning of this work of art"

Sirius placed a hand on Regulus' shoulder and squeezed it in comfort, before walking up behind you and lifting you into his arms, making you squeal in surprise.

"Ahh i can't believe my daughter did a tattoo for her uncles, especially for Barty?? Before your own dad?? This is not fair!" Sirius exclaimed dramatically, spinning in circles and making you laugh while Junior rolled his eyes.

When he stopped he looked intently into your eyes, nuzzling his nose against your soft cheek. "We need to fix this right away, young lady. You'll design a tattoo for me too now, right?"

And you nodded without hesitation.

"I'd love to, daddy!"

[vanteguccir]

Can you do hc of nerd!matt and popular! reader sfw and nsfw 🙏🙏🙏🙏

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNERD X POPULAR * MATT STURNIOLO * HEADCANON

SUMMARY　::　a life with nerd!Matt and popular!Y/N.

FEATURING　nerd!Matt Sturniolo x popular!reader

WARNINGS　::　NFSW (mdni)

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

01. SFW　─　

── nerd!Matt who always had his nose buried in books, and never expected anyone to notice him.

── nerd!Matt who stayed behind after class, talking to the teacher about his favorite physics theories or latest computer coding project.

── nerd!Matt who was more than a little surprised when Y/N, the popular girl everyone adored, approached him.

── nerd!Matt who couldn't believe it when she kept coming back. Why would someone as popular and beautiful as Y/N want to hang out with a loser like him?

── nerd!Matt who thought that maybe it was some kind of joke, but as days passed, he realized that she really liked talking to him, listening to his rambles about the latest scientific discoveries or the plot of the new sci-fi novel he was engrossed in.

── nerd!Matt who would often pull Y/N into his arms no matter where they were, pressing soft kisses to her temple and murmuring how much he loved her, how pretty she was and how lucky he was to have her.

── nerd!Matt who was attentive, always noticing the little things, like when she had a rough day and needed some cheering up, or when she wore a new perfume.

── popular!Y/N who, on the other hand, was the more outgoing of the two, and loved spoiling Matt, buying him little gifts, like a new set of headphones or a rare comic book.

── nerd!Matt who would always blush, insisting she didn’t need to give him all of that, but she could see the joy in his eyes whenever he received something from her.

── nerd!Matt who would help Y/N with her assignments, patiently explaining concepts she didn’t understand. He had a knack for teaching, making even the most complicated topics seem simple.

── popular!Y/N who loved having coffee dates with him, sitting close to him, his voice soothing and steady as he told her about some random thing. He’d often get carried away, rambling on and on, and Y/N would just sit there, chin resting on her hand, listening to him with blown wide pupils.

── popular!Y/N who was always there for Matt, supporting him in his dreams, encouraging him to pursue his passions.

── popular!Y/N who would go out of her way to make his life easier, like bringing him his favorite snacks during late-night study sessions or surprising him with a coffee in the morning before classes.

── nerd!Matt who is totally obsessed with Y/N, and is always finding a way to bring her up in every conversation, gushing about everything she'd ever done, "oh, my girlfriend taught me this", "my girlfriend loves that music", "my girlfriend comes here all the time", "my girlfriend said...".

── nerd!Matt who's favorite thing to do is watching her cheerleader practice, and who has her whole schedule memorized and, during busy days, he always find a way to surprise her with her favorite snacks or only his presence.

── popular!Y/N who is always leaving short, sweet notes with little doodles and slips them into Matt's locker, always making sure to be close when he opens the door, only to see his cheeks turn into a bright red and his lips form a shy smile.

── nerd!Matt who, even though isn't into big parties or social gatherings, if Y/N wants to go to one, he shows up to support her, staying by her side and making sure she feels special.

── nerd!Matt who always find a way to meet her between classes and insists on carrying her bag and making sure she gets to her next one in time, even if he already has his many books on his hands and it causes him to get late to his next class.

02. NFSW　─　

── nerd!Matt who is incredibly shy and insecure before their first time. He had never been with anyone before Y/N, and he was terrified of messing things up.

── nerd!Matt who feels inadequate with his lack of experience, especially when he compares himself to Y/N’s previous relationships, turning him self-conscious about his body, not sure if he was attractive enough for her.

── popular!Y/N who was always patient with him and never pressured him into anything, always letting him set the pace.

── popular!Y/N who made sure he felt comfortable and safe when they had sex for the first time, being gentle and reassuring him with soft touches and kind words.

── popular!Y/N who always showed him how much she adored his body, kissing every inch of him, making him feel cherished and loved, melting away his insecurities, allowing him to relax and enjoy their moments together.

── nerd!Matt who, with time, became more confident, and started embracing his body.

── nerd!Matt who take his time to learn what Y/N liked, where to touch and how to do it and turn his girl in a brainless doll.

── nerd!Matt who maintains his shy, reserved demeanor in public, blushing whenever Y/N gets too close, but in the moment they're alone, it's like a switch flips.

── nerd!Matt who has full control over her, manhandling Y/N with firm hands and intense eyes, loving the way she melts under his touch.

── nerd!Matt who has his mind constantly filled with the most sinful thoughts about Y/N, it doesn't matter where he is or what he's doing; her naked and perfect little body is always there.

── nerd!Matt who, during classes, fantasizes about taking her right then and there, bend her over the teacher's table and make her moan his name as loud as she can, begging for more.

── nerd!Matt who is a pussy addicted, and makes Y/N sit on his face whenever they can, her thighs trembling on either side of his head as he eats her out like a starved man.

── nerd!Matt who gets off on the way that she grips his hair, pulling hard as he buries his tongue deep inside her.

── nerd!Matt who is always hard, just one glance at Y/N, and he’s already straining against his pants.

── nerd!Matt who is obsessed with her boobs, whether they're covered by a shirt or not. He can’t help but stare like a pervert, his thoughts immediately drifting to how they’d feel in his hands, how her nipples would harden under his touch.

── nerd!Matt who is vocal about his need for his girl, often whimpering and whining when he’s hard, telling her how much better it would feel if he were inside her, until he can convince her.

── nerd!Matt who can be so desperate, pressing his erection against her thigh or ass, whispering dirty things in her ear about how he wants to bury himself in her warm walls, to feel her clenching around him all day long.

── nerd!Matt who, at school, always finds secluded spots to pull her aside for a heated make-out session, getting out of there with his glasses foggy and his hair messy.

© vanteguccir

[cottonlemonade]

Hi hi!! I saw your lemonade stand and I LOVE the concept omg. Can I request a medium watermelon lemonade with pomegranate seeds for Asahi?

Thank you so much if you write it !! I hope you have a great day 🩷

Sharing A Tent With His Crush

word count: 1926 || avg. reading time: 8 mins.

pairing: Asahi x chubby manager!Reader

genre: fluff with spice

warning: mdni, spoilers

request: fluffy-spicy, sharing a tent with pining friend Asahi

“One, two, three, four…”

As Takeda counted in the background, Coach Ukai studied his clipboard, listening with a content smile to the hollering and laughter that was carried up from the beach by an easy sea breeze. The kids were off swimming and building sandcastles and trenches, enjoying their hard earned freedom after weeks of studying and practices.

“Oh no.”

Ukai turned to the teacher.

“What is it, Sensei?”

“Oh nononono - no!”

“What? Did we forget a cooler? What?”

“We are one tent short!”

“What?!”, Ukai’s booming yell made some birds fly out of a tree top, “I double checked it! Are you sure?”

The men stood shoulder to shoulder, counting. Again. And again. But even after the fifth time, Ukai had to admit his mistake.

“What are we gonna do?”, Takeda asked, panic rising in his voice.

“We just… gotta rethink logistics.”, Ukai said, grabbing the clipboard once more and flipping to the page of the sleeping arrangements.

One of the boys was supposed to sleep alone anyway. And one of the girls, too, because both numbers were uneven.

“Maybe we can squeeze Nishinoya, Hinata and Yamaguchi into one and then have y/n take the free boys’ tent.”

“Sensei, we can’t just sort them by size. I think… hm, y/n is a third year. If we put her with one of the other third years they should have the presence of mind not to try any funny business. The first years won’t get a wink of sleep having a girl so close to them at night and the second years are as girl-crazy as they come.”

“How about Sugawara then?”

“Don’t be too trusting, Sensei. I don’t think he is as innocent as he seems.”, Ukai said with a frown, “And Sawamura might do something without even realizing he is flirting. - I hate to say it but … Azumane will be too chicken to even go near her. I think he is our best bet.”

Asahi went pale when the news broke over dinner. He looked at you and was quite relieved to see you equally as shocked.

“It‘s just for one night.“, Ukai said quickly, “Not a big deal.“

Both the ace and third manager would very much beg to differ but the coach already made his way back to Takeda and his plate of chicken.

“No big deal.“, you repeated under your breath.

“No big deal.“, Asahi agreed.

It was, in fact, a big deal to Asahi. He didn‘t know exactly when he started to be hopelessly in love with you but if he had to take a guess, it was probably somewhere around the time when he noticed all of his sketches and doodles of various outfits becoming chubbier until they eventually matched your figure. Skirts for a lovely Sunday date, pantsuits for eventually kicking butt at an office where you undoubtedly would end up as CEO sooner or later, dresses for imaginary galas you‘d attend and even an elaborate gown for a daydream of a royal ball he had during a boring physics lesson. (He also came up with his own outfit for that occasion to match you.)

Noya was the only one he confided in. The libero had sworn on his honor to never hit on you and ever since tried to push his best friend to make a move before graduating and possibly losing sight of you. And after much pushing and pestering and strategizing, Asahi, under threat of violence, had agreed to confess his feelings before graduation - as an out, Asahi didn’t tell his friend that he hadn’t actually specified whether it was graduating high school or university so he still had time either way.

After dinner the team gathered around a bonfire to roast marshmallows and make up completely ridiculous, yet confident, remarks about constellations in the clear night sky.

Asahi was torn between wanting to play for time until curfew or savor every second of the increasingly appealing mishap - to share a tent, all night, alone, side by side with his crush.

But of course, as with every good beach episode, there had to be a game of truth or dare involved.

Daichi was forced to admit that he was deadly scared of mice, Hinata had to sit still for a whole minute and, in the meantime, Tsukki was dared to not insult him once. It was fun until Noya turned to you and the glint in his eyes made you gulp.

“So, y/n-san. Truth or dare?”

Quite frankly, both of these were dangerous coming from him but maybe truth wouldn’t be so bad.

Noya gave a victorious grin.

“Who, of the people here, do you have a crush on?”

Asahi wasn’t sure if it was the light of fire that made your cheeks look so pink. His heart quickened. You stammered, kneading your fingers in your lap.

“Alright everyone.”, Daichi said when an alarm went off on his phone, “Let’s get to bed. Lights out in 15 minutes.”

Noya groaned and began to argue but one look from the captain had him crumble. So instead, he and Tanaka pushed each other out of the way, eager to be the one to accompany Kiyoko the few steps to the tent she shared with Yaachi.

Suga and Daichi gave Asahi a nondescript nod Goodnight before heading to bed themselves.

It was quite miraculous, you thought, how Asahi’s massively tall frame could fit next to you, when your plump form occupied a good part of the truly pathetically crammed tent already.

You sat cross legged on your sleeping bag, in your pyjama shorts and oversized t-shirt. Given the sleeping arrangements you decided to keep wearing a bra.

“Just for one night, right?”, you said in a (failed) attempt to make your voice sound light and airy.

You pumped some oil into the palm of your hand before running your fingers through your hair. The pleasant smell filled the tent. You caught his eyes and smiled, then both of you looked away again. The atmosphere was somewhat stiff, even though you’ve been on friendly terms with the fellow third years ever since you switched over from the Sewing Club about a year ago.

“Do you think-“

“So what would you-“

You said at the same time and broke off, laughing awkwardly.

“You first.”, he said.

“Do you think it’s okay if we keep on a light?”, you asked.

“Sure. Do you have one? Cause otherwise, I brought-” Asahi reached for his backpack and so did you.

After a moment’s rummaging you produced a small panda bear figure and turned to see a thing in his hand that looked suspiciously like a round little rabbit with a leaf umbrella.

“Is that… is that the official Totoro night light with 8 different color options and dimming function??”

Asahi nodded and you clasped your hands in delight, leaning closer to inspect it as he held it out to you. You let out a small gasp. This was one of the best night lights on the market right now after all!

“I wanted one of those for ages! But they're always sold out! How did you get it?”

“I set myself an alert for when they’re back in stock.”

He basked in your impressed “Ohhhh” and a few minutes later you both lay on your stomachs, looking at the two soft glowing figures in front of you.

Outside the tent, Ukai nodded approvingly on his last checkup before turning in himself in the room he shared with Takeda in a guesthouse on the border of the camping grounds.

“What was your question?”

“Hm?”, Asahi turned to look at you.

“Earlier when I asked you about the light. You wanted to say something as well. What was it?”

“Oh, not important.”, he said and moved the Totoro night light a little closer to your panda.

“Come on, I wanna know.”, you lightly pushed his leg with your foot to encourage him.

“I was just… I-i was wondering what you would have said if Daichi’s alarm hadn’t gone off.”, he mumbled.

“When? Oh, the game. Uhm.” The pink from earlier returned to your cheeks. Now would be as good a time as any, you thought and after a deep breath you replied, “You.”

Stupidly, Asahi rolled around to check if there was someone else behind him in the tiny tent before moving his attention back to you.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”, you laughed.

“I- I don't know what to say.”, Asahi stammered.

You regarded him with a thoughtful smile, still somewhat hopeful that what Kiyoko and Suga told you was right.

“Well, you could tell me if you feel the same or not, maybe?”

“Oh right! Yes!”, he said, much louder than intended and ducked his head a moment later, “Yes, I do like you. A lot.”

You beamed at him.

“Nice.”

The following giggles were suppressed in your respective pillows.

When you came back up for air he brushed a few loose strands of hair out of his face and cleared his throat, “Would you like to go out with me once we’re back?”

“I’d love to.”

“Great.”

You both looked at each other, unsure of what to do next.

“So…”, you began, weighing your words carefully, “Do you wanna make out?”

If Asahi had been drinking water, he would have choked on it. His face immediately turned bright red and he needed a minute to put a coherent word together. You waited patiently.

“Yes.”, he croaked eventually.

He didn’t move.

“I’ll be right there.”, he assured you, his voice and face still not quite back to normal.

“That’s alright.”

Asahi’s eyes widened when you scooted closer and your noses almost touched.

“Hi.”

“H-hello.”

It started out with a peck. You pulled back to check if he had any objections but you didn’t get very far. His lips followed yours as if magnetic. He sighed into the kiss and your smile widened if possible even further. His large hand came to rest on your waist and you slotted your leg between his. The kiss soon became open mouthed, your tongue slipping back and forth to test the waters.

You hummed happily against him, making him squeeze your pillowy hips. He was losing his mind. How could one person feel this good? Your hand brushed down his muscular arm to lay on top of his and began to move it. He was so engrossed in your taste that he didn’t notice until he cupped your breast.

“Y/n…”, he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. He stared at his hand, how it went up and down along with your panting. You, in turn, felt him throb against your thigh that was pushed between his legs.

Your chubby fingers closed around his much larger hand, easing him into the idea that he was free to touch you.

“Y/n…”, he whispered again and was met with your lips on his once more. He had never been drunk before but he was sure this was exactly what it must feel like.

Asahi groaned into your mouth when his palm pressed against your hardened nipple, pushing through the fabrics.

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Picking up a piece of omelet with his chopsticks the next morning, Asahi grinned down at his bowl of rice like an idiot. You sat right next to him, so close that your heavenly thighs touched his, just as dazed from the previous night.

Tsukki frowned and said to no one in particular, but loud enough for you to hear, “Do they realize that tents aren’t soundproof?”

a/n: this one got so away from me xD thank you for your request and your kind words! I hope you enjoy it 🌟

Also I apologize for being so inactive. It’s a mixture of writer’s block, summer heat and a twisted back 🥲

[jetblack4realz]

better - jj maybank

summary - in between season 3 & 4 when they're building their lives with the gold and jj wants to get his act together for you

word count - 1.9k

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you were an artist. you always had been - whether it was drawing random doodles on the side of your worksheet in class, or sketching out the boys' names in fancy calligraphy, or coming up with a new layout and decorating scheme for the chateau when you deemed it bland (after john b refused to let you paint all over the twinkie), or even reworking furniture to flip and sell to make a few bucks, you were always artsy. it had begun to work out really well for them.

you designed the surf shop and all of poguelandia with the help of your uncle, who was a contractor by trade. you carefully curated the indoor and outdoor decor, picking out pieces unique to your friends and your story and making it a homely, pseudo-trendy little shop. only when that was finished and you had it running did you turn your attention to your guys' home.

jj loved watching you work. at the moment, you had sarah helping you finish up the paint for the main living room as you put a final coat of white on the shiplap accent wall you'd had jj install for you. you had him put a similar one in your shared room upstairs, but had yet to paint it, claiming that you'd rather have everyone's space finished before focusing on your own.

john b walked in the kitchen and spotted the boy seated at the bar, his fingers typing away at the laptop you had gotten from your parents when you were sixteen - you know, before you'd jumped ship and left home to find treasure with your friends. he grabbed a can of lemonade from the fridge as he furrowed his brows, coming up behind his best friend. he squinted his eyes at the screen.

"job listings? what are you-?"

the lid slammed shut on the computer, jj spinning around with a shake of his head.

"it's nothing, bro, okay? don't worry about it."

john b stared at him incredulously. "j you have a job here. we literally own a business now, what are you-?"

"outside," jj said shortly, standing and walking out the back door quickly, john b following after. you looked up from your spot in the living room, glancing back at sarah with a shrug once the boys slipped outside.

once they stood face to face again, john b gestured for him to go on. "so?"

"look," jj said with a sigh. "i know we've got this shop, and it's so great. but, i just keep feeling like it's all too good to be true. like, we have this money now, but it's all gonna be gone in a second."

"it will be if you're the one in charge of it," john b said offhandedly. jj sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"and i know that too, alright? which is why i need more," he answered.

"why? what's going on that you need more money - and money that's separate from us?" john b asked, staring the boy down in pure curiosity. jj's eyes weren't on him though, instead going through the sliding glass door that separated them from their girls right to where you were painting once more, bobbing your head to the rhythm of the music sarah had turned on. "oh."

jj let out another heavy breath. "you and sarah are like, married now, right? and i can hear you guys when you're talking about starting a life together and me and y/n have started talking about it too recently... just, when the time comes i want to be able to provide for us. i want to be able to go out and buy her a ring and a dress and marry her and never have her worried about finances ever again. we've both had to deal with too much of that."

"wow, jayj," john b breathed out, a soft smile pulling at his lips as he rested a hand on his shoulder. "i'm impressed. you're really pulling it together, aren't you?"

"i'm trying," he said with a sigh. "i've worked a lot of jobs before and i'm willing to do it again. anything to make sure she's happy."

"she'll be happy with you no matter how much money you make," john b promised as he smiled at him. "and we'll all always have each other's backs. even if when y'all decide you want to be together forever you don't have all the money you want, we'll help you buy that ring and that dress and get it done."

"thanks, jb," jj breathed out, but with the lack of a smile and the tenseness in his shoulders still, john b knew he wasn't going to be accepting handouts anytime soon. even if it was still shared money between friends and not just handouts.

you'd recruited him to help finish up a few things in your bedroom, managing to finagle a thrifted and refinished dresser up the stairs and below the tv you'd stolen from your old bedroom. jj began hanging curtains as you put both sets of y'all's clothes away, giving yourself one extra drawer for your extra clothes. he finished before you did, watching you with a smile as you tucked his shirts into the top drawer all organized by color, finally shutting it to be done with the task.

"last thing to do is the bed," you hummed as you turned to him with a smile. you moved to begin pulling the white sheets on, jj tucking the corners before you grabbed out the blue comforter with a simple white stripe pattern that alternated thicknesses. "i nabbed this from my grandparents - my nana always buys them when they're on sale for christmas and never does anything with them."

"i know," he said with a light laugh, grabbing the opposite edge from you and helping you pull it over the sides. "she gave one to me for my birthday once. didn't exactly know why."

"because that's what she had and she probably felt bad," you answered, laughing softly with him. you tossed the throw blanket kie had given you for your birthday a few years back onto the corner to add dimension to the look, finally placing the two throw pillows you'd let yourself splurge $30 on at kohl's at the center. you smiled, glancing around the room before looking back at jj. "there. our room is complete."

he sauntered around the bed with a grin, taking you in his arms and leaning in close to your face as he met your eyes. "our own room, with our things, in our house with our friends, on our land, with our business down the road by our boat."

"our boat?" you asked with a teasing smile, hands wrapping around his neck as he held you close to him. "it's mine too?"

"what's mine is yours, princess," he told you, pressing a short kiss to your lips.

"even the dirtbike?" you asked, a brow raised in jest as a teasing smile tugged one corner of your mouth up.

"well, sure. it's yours too, but that doesn't mean you get to ride it, sweet thing," he answered with an amused grin, pressing more kisses to your lips and jaw.

"our next purchase should be a car. or a truck. an old truck. i like old trucks," you told him as his lips trailed to your neck. he paused, bringing his head back up to meet your eyes again, though his grip tightened on you.

"me too," he mumbled. "but, i think there's something we need to buy first."

"what?" you asked, tilting your head curiously. he glanced his focus between your eyes, a soft smile pulling at his lips.

"well, actually... i already bought it," he hummed. you sighed.

"and how much was it?" you asked, raising a brow.

"does it matter?" he asked, raising his brows as his smile grew.

"jay..." you groaned, head falling back in exasperation. "we talked about budgeting-"

"hey, hey, hey, hold on," he said, pulling you closer to him and catching your eyes again. his smile was mischievous as ever as he turned slowly, turning you with him. "you don't even know what it is yet."

you sighed, a small smile sneaking its way onto your lips. "alright. what is it?"

"well, my first paycheck just came in from working with your uncle, and i thought i might as well get it now," he said, dragging his words in the suspense as you continued to eye him. he looked you up and down, his smile still wide as he winked. "have i told you how good you look in that dress?"

"every time i've worn it," you laughed. "reckon that's why you bought it for me."

"damn right," he said, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. you giggled against him before pushing him back, raising your brows.

"what is it?" you asked, almost eager now. "what'd you buy?"

surprisingly, he released you, stepping back as he shoved a hand in his pocket. his smile was wide, but his eyes softened as he brought his hand out in front of him. he breathed out his next words nervously; "i really hope you like it."

and then he was on his knee, and in his fingers was a dainty, gold ring with a small circle diamond on top. right there, in the room you'd just finished, the room you shared, in the house you and your friends rebuilt, with the shop you owned just down the beach - he was proposing.

"i really want to marry you," he breathed out with a nervous laugh, his fingers squeezing the ring tightly. "you're the love of my life, y/n. i really don't know what i'd do without you. being with you has been the easiest and best damn thing i've ever done and i want to be with you for as long as you'll let me. so, will you please marry me? i promise to provide for you and be there for you and-"

"yes," you said, beaming as you took his face in your hands. you laughed lightly. "absolutely yes, jayj."

he kissed you quickly, standing and wrapping his arms around your waist as he leaned into you. when he pulled back, he was laughing, causing you to let out a few giggles, wiping away a small tear at the corner of his eye. he kissed you shortly before bringing the ring to you, slipping it on the proper finger with a certain look of pride in his eye.

"it's uh, it's not much, it's not even a real diamond but i-"

"i love it," you cut him off, holding his hand as you glanced between him and the ring, beaming. "i love it, jayj. thank you."

he smiled, a breath of relief slipping past his lips as he gathered you in his arms again, spinning you quickly. he pulled back and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips again before stepping back away from you. he let out an excited whoop, grinning at you. he grabbed your hand and pulled the door open, dragging you with him down the stairs.

"she said yes!"

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[maddascanbe-blog]

Nice to see you again Ma'am. This is the only redesign I'm going to both posting new for and not just update the original picture. Some of this was simple changes in style, and due to resizing issues Chloé's line art got really grainy. But more importantly I want to change Chloé in terms of my re-write, and I want to acknowledge my improvment.

Before we get to that lets talk small design changes. I likes my Anti-bug design originally but it waned on me over time. Recently I did a doodle of Chloé with the actual Ladybug miraculous (a hypothetical heroic) if you would. And translating that to Anti-bug made me much more satisfied with her.

I gave Queen Bee rounded stripes on her OG-redesign, but after looking at cannon again, she just is better suited for sharper shapes. So I changed her legs to something closer to her cannon design, the thigh-high boots feel much more Chloé.

Similar with Queen Wasp, just small changes, this time with her leg stripes just getting wider. I also decided to change her wings back to blue albeit a much darker color than Queen Bee's

Civilian Chloé and Zoé are the same, I already updated kid Zoé a bit for her page so I was able to just keep that asset and move it here.

Re-write. I've changed my opinion on Chloé a bit since I initially planned her re-write. Put simply, the only way I could think to redeem Chloé before was to make her an entirely different person.

Well not anymore. We're gonna rebuild her story from the ground up. First and foremost, Chloé is still a bully. She wants what she wants and doesn't care who gets hurt to help her get it. Now, she's not a full blown villain, because she doesn't need to be. But she does need to be selfish.

Chloé has a very short list of people she cares about. At the moment that includes Adrien, her Father, and Sabrina. Specifically she needs to care about Sabrina for the sake of her downfall and turn around, and later this list would include Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Zoé. She cares about them, and shows it, but everyone else isn't worth her time. This Chloé wouldn't insult Sabrina for not wanting to go through with a plot but she would still go and steal Marinette's diary.

But she also isn't oblivious, Chloé knows the class doesn't like her, he just doesn't care. She can still get what she wants, Marinette's seat, the Class Rep position, Ms. Bustier's favoritism, without the class liking her. Oh uh- small change her though, Chloé was bad at the student complaints and suggestions on day to day school stuff but I head cannon she was good at event organizing. As much of a pain as she was to work with, the school dances 'til now were spectacular. Mostly because I think Chloé needs to be good at something, and event planning is probable.

The first time she realizes her actions may have consequences (at least ones she cares about) is when she gets akumatized. She likes Ladybug, and Chat Noir if not as much. Her actions, her tantrum, not only didn't get her what she wanted but actively hurt two people she actually likes. This doesn't super change her behavior, but it does trigger the realization that she can't get everything she wants, and will in fact do things she doesnt want and cant fix in her wake.

The next is Lila showing up. Because she's spent her whole life around businessmen and politicians. She knows a liar when she sees one. But hey, if her class are idiots its not her business to educate them, its a little frustrating that Sabrina doesn't believe her. She just makes sure Adrien knows, and is surprised to know Marinette also already figured it out.

Then Zombizou happens, and everyone in the class are refusing to leave her alone and are protecting her. On one hand, no she doesn't want to be a zombie. But two, she thinks their idiots for sacrificing themselves over and over. They aren't friends, so why would they care? Then in a split second decision, Chloé gets between the zombies and the heroes. At this point she's acknowledged she's more a burden than a help, and that the heroes will be able to work better if she's out of their way. It's fine, they'll save her anyway. And they do.

This is where her character arc is actually going to start. Not with just with Bustier, but with her just gradually getting less antagonistic. She has her low moments of course. Since she hasn't exactly gotten better, just quieter the incident with the fire department causes Adrien to break off their friendship. And Lila successfully pulls Sabrina away from her. Now Chloé has no one.

And this is when she meets Pollen. Unintentional, but Chloé still loves Ladybug, so of course she wants to help. She doesn't give Pollen back at first, but she wasn't stupid enough to reveal her identity. Chloé is specifically not an idiot. She's actually one of the few who seems to regard Hawkmoth with as much fear as the heroes. She isn't expecting Marinette to turn down the opportunity and for the first time, Chloé see's her mother the way everyone else does. Flighty and Vicious, and uncapable of loving anyone but herself. And at the same moment she realizes that's the direction she's going.

Chloé realizes she's got to change. And she'd going to have to do it alone. Ladybug can support her, but not carry her. Marinette still doesn't trust her has far as she can throw her, and Adrien has his own stuff to worry about.

Then Zoé happens.

[lovebugism]

hi angel! I have a little fictober request … can I pls get holding hands for the first time from the prompt list with steve harrington and shy!reader? maybe they’re in a busy place and steve doesn’t want to lose r so he grabs her hand, not realising how ridiculously flustered she gets <3333

ty for requesting angel :D this can be read as a part two to this fic!

summary: steve takes you to a mall in the city in a desperate attempt to spend time with you, fending off freaks, douchebags, and your anxious tendencies alike (shy!reader, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers cw for mentions of anxiety, 3.5k)

fictober leftovers (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Steve idles between the X-rated horror and thriller sections for several long minutes until he works up the courage to talk to you. You’re a pretty little thing behind the counter, hand in your palm as you scribble into the journal Keith threatened to confiscate from you earlier that morning.

He’s never been this nervous to talk to you. Things are different now. Post-first date, and Steve’s still toeing that wretched line between friends and something more. The puppy love is so painfully mutual, but it’s equally hard to navigate. He can’t come on too strong — not with someone as soft as you — but he’s still got some King Steve left in him. He’s still learning how to be gentle.

With sweaty hands, he walks up to the counter and tries to be subtle about the whole thing. Stealthy, like a ninja. He leans on his folded-up arms and blurts before he means to, “So you’re, like, totally coming tomorrow, right?”

You lift your chin and blink at him with wide eyes. You hadn’t heard him come over, too busy doodling a bunch of nothingness in your notebook. Your stomach whirls at the sight of him. It takes you a moment too long to answer.

“Coming… where?”

“To the mall,” he reminds, then corrects himself with a shrug. “The one in the city— not the shithole we have here.”

“Oh. Uh, I don’t— I don’t know,” you stammer. Steve invited you earlier that week, and you promised to think about it. You did. And you want so desperately to go, but your brain’s too mean, and it just won’t let you.

The disappointment that flashes on his face is fleeting, but you don’t miss it. The hurt softens his features in an unbearable way. It makes your chest ache.

“C’mon,” Steve presses in a gentle lilt. He leans closer to you, eyes twinkling and lips curling. “It could be fun, you know? I mean, everyone’s gonna be there.”

He’s trying his best to persuade you. He has no idea that that’s exactly what’s keeping you from going. Crowds are always stress-inducing, even those of the familiar kind.

“Everyone as in…?”

“Robin, obviously. Dustin, too,” Steve answers, counting on his fingers as he goes. “Max is coming, but Lucas has a basketball thing, so he can’t. And the rest of the little shits are in California, so that’s definitely a plus.”

It’s a dumb joke, but it makes you laugh anyway — a quiet giggle of a thing that makes him grin.

“Uh… Eddie’s coming, too, I think— but don’t let that dissuade you, alright? I promise I’ll protect you from that freak. You don’t have to worry about him.”

You smile because you know he’s joking. You’ve met Eddie a couple times now. He’s always been really sweet to you. Him and Steve just have a strange complex that forces them to be assholes to each other.

“And also, I’m gonna be there. Obviously. So…” he trails off with a wavering smile. So if you don’t wanna come for them, maybe you can come for me, is what he’s really trying to tell you.

“I don’t know,” you repeat, quieter now as you shrink into yourself. You try and fail to meet Steve’s honeyed gaze. “I just feel like I’ll make everything all weird.”

His bushy brows pinch, almost in offense that you’d think you’re anything less than totally perfect. “Why would you think that?”

“‘Cause… I don’t know,” you murmur in a quiet sigh. You don’t want to lie to him, but telling the truth feels so much harder. “They don’t really know me, you know? And I feel like… like I’ll just ruin everything if I’m there…”

It takes Steve a couple of seconds to answer you. He doesn’t know how you could say something that — like you don’t light up every room you’re in. “Well, that’s… that’s just not true,” he argues with a shrug. “They like you. They love you, actually— they just wanna get to know you. And the only way they’re gonna get to know you is if you come hang out every once in a while.”

Your heart flutters. You want to believe him. It’s hard for you to comprehend that anyone could care so much about your presence, so you just nod and don’t say anything further. 

Steve is quick to comfort you, almost like he can read your mind. “But if you think it’s gonna be too much, you could always just stick with me. I’ll fend off the freaks for you, no problem.”

His cinnamon eyes glimmer with honey. He looks at you far too fondly to say no.

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There’s six of you crammed into Steve’s 733i. It’s already a tight fit, but it’s more suffocating when it’s full of a million different conversations. Almost all of them are pointed your way. Steve tries to bat everyone off of you, but it’s hard to yell at everyone and drive at the same time.

You’re being a pretty good sport about it despite how anxiously helpless you feel. 

You wring your clammy hands in your lap and try to regulate your bated breaths, nodding to whatever Max is telling you. It’s hard to hear her because Eddie’s talking to you, too. You’re too scared he’ll think you’re mean if you stop him.

You watch Robin reach for the radio, complaining about all the yelling as she turns up the volume. The cheesy pop song is all you can hear. The conversations around you become a monotone buzzing. You feel like you could just about explode.

“Jesus, you guys are acting like you’ve never seen another person before,” Steve shouts over it all, the only definite thing you can understand. “Let her breathe before she thinks we’re all a bunch of lunatics, alright?”

He’s met with a bunch of muffled complaints, but the noise quietens nonetheless.

Steve glances at you in the rearview, a quick check to make sure you’re still okay. You catch him doing it and try your best to give him a smile. It looks more like a wince.

“Well, it’s your fault for finally bringing someone cool around,” Max argues with all her practiced teenaged ambiguity. “I have to spend all day surrounded by freaks— at least now there’s someone halfway normal to talk to.”

“I’m normal!” Steve insists, face twisted in offense.

“You’re a jock.”

“Hey. C’mon, Red,” Eddie scolds, so obviously playful. “Let’s not go throwing the j-word around—”

The brunette boy huffs. “Thank you!”

“—Jock would imply that Steve’s still cool,” the wild-haired boy continues. “Which he isn’t.”

Poorly hidden laughter fills the small car. Steve nods and mutters beneath it all, “Yeah. Okay. Thanks for the clarification, Munson.”

He glances at you again and finds you cracking a halfway sincere smile. He shoots you a light-hearted glare. “Don’t laugh! You’re just encouraging him!”

“Sorry,” you apologize, hiding your giggle behind your fist. “’M sorry.”

Steve smiles at you, silently tells you he doesn’t really mean it. He’d let Musnon make fun of him all day if he thought it meant he’d get to hear you laugh like that again.

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You take your first good breath in an hour when you step out of the car. 

Steve shuts it off and gravitates towards you on instinct. His honey eyes are wide as they dart across your flustered features. You see his hands reach towards you, to grab your elbows maybe, but he decides against it.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, quicker than you mean to. “I’m good.”

“Okay. I’m sorry. I really tried to—”

“I know,” you cut him off with a sweet, still quiet smile. “It’s still okay.”

He sighs heavy, like a deep breath of relief. “Okay. Good,” he hums, almost to himself, nodding with a pink grin you could stare at all day. He would’ve let you, but neither of you get the chance. 

Your friends start messing around, and the chaos melts into the buzzing crowd surrounding you, and you realize the two of you aren’t the only people on earth. Bummer.

You gather around the large map at the entrance of the bustling mall. “Where should we go first?” Dustin chirps from the front of the crowd. His eyes are as wide as his smile. “Game Player? Sam Goody? Oh, look— they have a RadioShack! I’ve been looking for a new supercomm. It’s on the other side of the  building, though, but we can just work our way around, I guess—”

“Jesus, Dusty-Bun,” Robin interjects with a gritty laugh. She stands on the outside of the group, arms crossed over her chest, effortlessly too cool for it all. “Take a breath, buddy.”

“Don’t call me that!” the boy gripes over his right shoulder.

Steve shrugs. “Go wherever you want to. I don’t care.”

Dustin looks to his left, shooting the older boy a glare. “Aren’t you supposed to be the babysitter?”

“You’re fourteen!”

“Well, what if I get kidnapped?”

“No one’s kidnapping you, alright? Trust me,” Steve jokes, only smiling when he sees you trying to hide yours. He puts his hands on his waist and cocks his hip to the side. “They’ll send you right back where you came from. You have nothing to worry about.”

Dustin squints. “Rude.”

“We’ll just meet back at the food court in, like, two hours. And if you don’t get yourself killed, you’ll be fine,” Steve reasons with a nonchalant shrug and a jutted-out lip.

“Oh. Wow. Thanks, Steve. What would I ever do without you?”

He rolls his cinnamon eyes at the boy’s monotone. “Alright, smartass.”

When the rest of the group dissipates, he leans over to nudge your shoulder. It knocks you from your stupor — so deep in your own head you were practically drowning. You blink at him with wide, glassy eyes. “Hm?”

“Do you wanna go anywhere?” he asks with a wavering smile. His laugh is equally forced. “You’re kinda staring a hole into the map there…”

“Oh. No. I was just…” you trail off with a shake of your head. You’re not entirely sure what to tell him, how to make him understand your easily overstimulated mind. “I was just distracted. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. No big deal.”

“Where did everyone else go?” you wonder with a furrow to your brow, noticing the lack of familiar chaos around you.

“Eddie and Dustin went to some movie store, and I think Robin and Max are on the hunt for cassettes.”

“Okay...” you nod with a tremble in your voice. 

You’re still not totally used to being alone with Steve. Your friends are usually good distractions. They fill your awkward silences with something funnier and talk loud when you get too quiet. When they’re not around it’s just… awkward silences and quiet air. 

You get too in your own head, so eager to impress the pretty boy beside you, that you end up putting your foot in your mouth.

Steve doesn’t seem nearly as apprehensive. Instead, he’s beaming at the fact that he’s finally got you alone. He doesn’t have to worry about quieting Dustin when he gets too loud or shoving Eddie away when he forgets what personal space is. It’s quieter with just the two of you — warmer, cozier, easier.

“Wanna go down to the food court?” he wonders, honey eyes sparkling when he looks your way. “I know you haven’t eaten anything yet, so…”

Your eyes narrow, accusing and playful. “How would you know that?”

“Uh, ‘cause I know you,” the boy scoffs like it’s obvious. “I basically have to force you to eat every morning.”

“That’s not true!”

“It so is!” Steve giggles and it’s heaven to your ears, the exact sound of honey. “That’s why I hate not opening with you. ‘Cause if I’m not around to force you to eat the other half of my Poptart, I’m just, like, worrying if you’re withering away or not.”

Your face burns hot. Your heart swells with a similar warmth that borders on painful. You didn’t think he cared so much about you — or that he ever thought about you outside of work or the occasional hangout.

“Fine,” you concede with your arms crossed over your chest, trying not to seem as flustered as you feel. “Let’s go to the food court.”

Steve grins. He follows you in stride when you start to head that way. “Cool. We can go get one of those disgustingly good burgers or something.”

“For breakfast?” you wonder with a light-hearted laugh.

“Yeah! Like, one of those crazy huge ones, you know? The patties are, like, the size of your fist— make a fist.”

You do. You ball your fingers and hold them up between you. Steve holds onto your wrist for further inspection, fingers long and warm and soft. You swallow.

“Bigger than your fist,” he corrects with a laugh. The sweet sound is drowned out by the swell of yelling teenagers. They talk so loudly and over one another that their conversations become a meaningless drones.

Two in particular shove at one another, laughing loud like it’s fun. One of them almost barrels into you — long blonde hair, tight shirt, tighter jeans, and cologne so potent it stings your nose. He just narrowly misses you, mostly because Steve’s there to yank you out of the way.

The boy’s gentle grip on you tightens. He pulls you close until you’re stumbling into his side. With a strong arm wrapped around you, he shouts at the roughhousing teens — “Watch where you’re going, assholes!”

The scrawny boys walk on ahead of you. They seem apologetic, halfway scared at first. When they realize Steve’s not rushing to beat their asses, they chuckle about the whole thing and keep punching each other.

You’re still frozen in shock — not so much of fear anymore, but of how tightly Steve’s holding onto you. It’s an embrace of the firmer kind, a touch so solid you feel immediately safer inside it. You don’t think you’ve ever been this close before. The teenage girl in your heart starts to spin.

“You okay?” Steve asks when the anger ebbs.

“Yeah,” you nod, swallowing tightly and forcing an awkward laugh. “You don’t have to keep asking me that, you know?”

He nods rapidly, then notices how close he’s holding you. Fearful that he’s made you uncomfortable, he uncurls his arm from around you and takes a small step back. “No, I know! I just wanna— I just wanna make sure, you know? ‘Cause I know you don’t like… all this.”

He waves his hands vaguely out beside him.

You’re immediately cold without him holding you. You wrap your arms around yourself to compensate for the lack of him. 

“Yeah, but… It’s not the rest of the world’s fault that I’m scared of everything,” you say with another forced laugh, shifting your weight on your feet. If you could melt into your oversized sweater, you would. “It’s mine. So I can deal with it. I have to deal with it.”

Steve nods, slower this time and with a silent sense of understanding. He steps closer to you and shrugs. “I think the least I can do is make it a little easier on you… And I feel like I’ve been doing the exact opposite of that all day.”

“That’s not true,” you argue with the shake of your head.

His chocolate eyes widen. You’re rarely so assertive. “No?”

“No,” you answer, softer this time as you grow sheepish all over again. Your unsure gaze darts from your dirty sneakers to his twinkling eyes until it makes you dizzy. “You’re actually making it more bearable for me, so…”

“Oh. Okay. Good,” he nods with a smile, breathless because his chest is swelling with pride. He knows the world can be a little much for someone as soft as you. It’s good to know that he’s the exception to all that. 

He gets lost in the way you look at him for a moment too long. He clears his throat and stammers, “Uh, do you still wanna go get food?” he asks, pointing off beside him. “We can find somewhere quiet to eat so we don’t have to deal with teenage douchebags the entire time.”

Your heart lurches into your throat. It’s practically your love language — spending time alone in a quiet space, with no overt need for conversation or people to fill the void. 

You nod, trying and failing to hide the beam on your face. “Yeah. That’d be nice.”

—————

The quiet place in question is a photo booth on the halfway vacant, furthest end of the mall. Closed curtains, small spaces, and entwined breaths. It smells like his deep cologne, your perfume, and a freshly cooked meal. It’s too easy to forget that there’s a whole world outside of here.

You sit twisted on the bench, facing Steve with your burger trays in front of you. You pluck salty fries from the plate with a trembling hand, distantly fearful that you’re not supposed to be eating here. You think being so close to Steve is worth the risk.

“Is this the day you were expecting to have?” Steve asks with a lopsided grin. He takes a big bite of his burger right after and gets mustard on the corner of his mouth.

“No,” you answer, giggling as he swipes the stain away with his tongue. “But not because it’s bad.”

“Hm?” he hums to egg you on. He’s got too much of a mouthful for anything else.

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head, equally nonverbal as you chew on a handful of fry crumbs. You swipe your palms together to dispel the grains of salt. “I’m having more fun than I thought I would, actually.”

Steve scoffs in disbelief. “Spending time with me? Alone in a photo booth? That’s a good time to you?”

His tone makes you self-conscious. You feel a little shameful, like a child, because you don’t need much to be entertained. You get all warm with embarrassment, too. Being alone with Steve has always felt like climbing mountains — something short of an adrenaline rush that makes you think you could conquer the world. Maybe you’re too small in comparison to do the same for him.

“Yeah,” you shrug in an inaudible murmur. “I don’t know— I just… I like spending time with you, you know? I don’t really care what we’re doing.”

Steve’s chest swells. From a girl who too often keeps to herself, inherently nervous and incessantly frightened of being a burden, it’s more of a proclamation of love than he ever thought he’d get from you.

“Well, I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he confesses with a crooked pink grin, internally praying his cheeks aren’t as red hot as they feel.

He holds his half-eaten burger out towards you. You knock yours with his, clinking them together like champagne glasses. He takes another too big bite. You go to do the same but get a whiff of the sleeve of your sweater before you can. 

“God, I smell like a teenage boy,” you groan, only half-playful. The nose-burning musk from the kid from before has seemingly stuck itself onto you. Like fruit and sage and wood and vanilla, every scent ever made combined.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything, but you definitely smell like bodyspray,” Steve affirms, scruffy cheeks jutted out from the burger in his mouth.

“I think I’ve been tainted,” you giggle, a quieter sound compared to his boyish laughter. “Thanks for saving me, by the way.”

You’re saying it to be nice, but you watch him get all shy about it when you take a bite of your sandwich. He shifts on the bench, like he suddenly can’t get comfortable. When he rubs his palms on his thighs, you can’t tell if it’s because of the salty fries or because they’re clammy.

“Yeah— I didn’t mean to— I didn’t mean to grab you like that,” he stammers with an apologetic twinkle in his eye and a gaze that can’t quite meet yours. “Just so you know. I was just trying to—”

“Save me?” you interject.

Steve smiles when he sees how softly you’re looking at him. He shrugs. “Well, I was gonna say ‘pull you from the line of fire,’ but sure.”

“It’s okay,” you repeat for perhaps the thousandth time that day. “I didn’t mind. It felt nice, actually— you have really warm hands.”

“That’s ‘cause yours are always ice cold.”

“Well, maybe that’s because you’re not holding them,” you blurt before you mean to. 

You freeze mid-bite, eyes wide in distant horror as your blood runs cold. In a desperate attempt to break away from the awkwardness you caused, you muster a trembling smile. “I’m kidding,” you murmur, halfway hidden behind your burger.

You weren’t.

Steve knows this, too, so he smiles. 

He’d been thinking about it all day, in truth — how he was gonna get to hold your hand without having to stick his foot in his mouth to ask you. Turns out, a series of unfortunate events and an impromptu date in a photo booth was all it took. And he’s grateful. For all of it.

“No, you weren’t,” he teases, fingers as warm as his smile when he wraps them around yours. He holds gently onto your hand — even though it makes eating a little harder, even though your fingers are cold, even though you tremble.

[homelanderbutbig]

As Long As We're Together (G/T Homelander x Reader)

2538 words. Hurt/comfort and fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

Your anniversary gift exchange doesn't go exactly as planned.

Made as part of the Cozy Corner Domaystic event put together by @cozycornerevents, using prompt #11 "unexpected gifts" and prompt #29 "peace offering".

It's officially been a month since you and Homelander started dating. Your relationship is still under wraps from the spying eyes at Vought, so the two of you can't celebrate your anniversary publicly. But that won't stop you both from having a special day.

As his personal assistant, you're trailing behind him on the set for 'Dawn of The Seven', making sure he has his lines ready. It's been a pretty busy shoot, and the two of you have not had much time to yourselves.

Eventually, there's a lull in between filming. You're following him as usual, flipping through the script to keep a strict tab on the upcoming scenes, but you are confused when he suddenly halts right in front of his trailer. Looking up at him, you can see a sly grin accompanying a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Come inside for a second," he smirks, bending down at the waist to whisper into your ear. "I have a surprise for you."

"I can't honey," you mention, pulling your phone out of your pocket and tapping the screen to bring up the current time. "I need to head back to the Tower in 15 minutes, I have a meeting with your marketing team."

Leaning back up to his full height, Homelander stares down at you in disbelief. You so nonchalantly took the ground right out from under him; he wasn't expecting any resistance, especially not on your anniversary. The day he confessed his love for you.

"N-no… no. No. Blow them off, come on," he stutters with a shaky smile, doing his best to regain his composure. "Come."

"I really can't stay," you divulge. "It'll take me at least 10 minutes to make it to the Tower and to the meeting room. Can this wait until I get back?"

Your words cut through him like a knife. All he wanted to do was to prove his devotion to you, and you're refusing him this chance. Your schedules have both been so chaotic today and he doesn't want to wait any longer for his surprise, definitely not until the evening when you're both off work.

"P-please," he mumbles quietly, his voice barely sounding audible. He can't let you leave, not yet.

Despite Homelander standing a menacing eight feet tall and you only reaching his abs, he could not seem any more small to you right now. All you see is a dejected puppy with big glassy eyes, so desperate for a scrap of your undivided attention. With a sigh, you walk up to him and reach for one of his large hands, squeezing your palm around the leather of his glove.

"This won't take longer than 5 minutes?" you ask.

"Of course not," he exclaims with a toothy grin. Your simple question is enough to wash away his fears and recapture his giddy childlike energy from moments ago. "Trust me, you'll love this."

Leading you to the trailer, he opens the door to let you in first so he can watch you spot his gift on the table. Your gasp fills him elation, ravishing in the way your body chemistry changes with delight. Carefully, you climb onto one of the oversized chairs in the dining area to get a closer look at what he got for you.

In the middle of the table is a perfectly designed bouquet, composed of a red rose heart nestled in a cloud of baby's breath. Tucked in between the flowers is a note card, wishing you a happy anniversary. Homelander even signed it himself, with a little heart doodle for you alongside his name.

"Oh hun," you exhale, bringing the flower vase closer to examine them. "These are so beautiful."

As he studies your reaction, he is perplexed as to why you appear to be blinking away tears. Are you upset at his gift? He thought this was a proper anniversary present; in every romantic movie he's ever seen the gentleman always brings his special someone a bouquet of flowers.

"Is something wrong?" he ponders, kneeling down so he can be at your eye-level. You can't help but smile at his face right next to yours, and the dread in his expression over making you cry.

"No, no…" you sniffle as you dry your eyes. "I'm just… I'm just happy. Nobody's ever gotten me flowers before."

"Thank you Homelander," you state, cupping his cheeks right before kissing him. Nearly instantly, he closes his eyes and exhales deeply through his nose as he melts into your affection. He leans more into your lips, softly keening as he chases after the genuine love that he's been searching for his entire life. Your palms petting his face have him entirely enraptured, and the noises of the movie set are long gone from his ears. Right now he feels like he's in heaven with the gentleness of your fingers running along his skin. His massive frame has practically encompassed yours with how close he's getting, but you don't mind. It's something you cherish, letting him forget his size around you.

When you pull away from your kiss, you can see how pleased he is just by the serene sparkles in his blue eyes. He has one hand placed on the back of your chair while the other is resting on your lap, taking up the length of your both your thighs.

"I have to get going now," you remark while you look up at the Vought-branded clock on the trailer wall. Sadly, your five minutes are up. "But I'll be back in an hour."

"Promise you'll come back as soon as you're done?" he asks, furrowing his brows slightly. He's so proud of himself for his gift, and he hates that he has to cut his time with you short now that he's received your gratitude.

"I promise," you respond, giving him one last quick kiss before stepping out of the trailer. You wave him goodbye as you head off, unaware that he is standing solemnly at the window as he continues to watch you with his X-Ray vision even after you've left the movie set.

~~~

You end up running a bit longer than you expected, and are confounded to find that when you finally return to the movie set, Homelander is not there. Ashley tells you that he flew off from the set an hour ago without a word. But you know there's only a few places he'd run off too, and take a taxi back to Vought Tower. As you thought, you find him in his penthouse living room, staring out the window with his arms crossed behind his back. You find it a bit odd when he doesn't acknowledge you, but you enter the room anyway.

"Hey sweetie, there you are! I couldn't find you on the set," you call out cheerily, carrying a small package in your arms. "Why'd you leave?"

"You lied to me," he answers in a blunt tone.

"…What?" you utter, confused to his change in mood.

"You. Lied," he retorts sharply, cutting you off before you can infuriate him any further. He slowly turns around to advance towards you, until you are forced to crane your head straight up to see his scowling face.

"I went by the Tower, to see how your meeting went," he clarifies as he looms his expansive stature over you. "No one had seen you. You were never there."

" Well, I-" you start to say.

"You promised," he snarls, baring his teeth. "You promised me you were different. You promised that you loved me. But you don't. You don't love me. You lied, just like everyone else."

His eyes are wild with fire, not from his lasers but from the torrent of antagonism swarming his mind. He sat alone in his trailer, expecting your return. He waited and waited, until the ticking of the clock and the ringing of his ears became too much for him to handle. He sought solace in his secret companion, his reflection, who was swift to manipulate his anxieties in order to turn him against you.

Throughout your relationship, you've come to understand that Homelander values honesty above anything else. He detests when people lie to him, even moreso when they lie to save themselves from his wrath. You have never lied to him before… until today.

On your anniversary.

Why should he have expected anything less from a human, his reflection goads him. You left him alone, with the present he so thoughtfully picked out for you, going who knows where and doing who knows what. Your kind can't be relied on, not after everything humans have done to him.

You broke his trust, and now he is out for your blood. He is a god that demands sacrifice.

Regardless of his rage, you know he really isn't going to hurt you. Gazing into his furious eyes, you can still discern the lonely little boy buried deep within his psyche. His face is twitching because he's overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. He's mad at you because you made him worry. He's upset because you disappeared; he's scared because he thought he was going to lose you. And you know you that the only way to quell his ire is with the truth.

"Homelander, just… just listen please," you breathe, cautiously planning out your next words as he stares daggers straight through your being. But he does not interrupt, and waits for you to continue.

"Today is our anniversary. This is a momentous event for the both of us," you explain, fiddling with the package tucked into your arm. "I was trying to think of the perfect gift for you, especially when you already have everything. I just… I wanted to get you something special. From the heart… Here."

You lift the box up for him, which he rips from your hands with a scoff. He can't see how a stupid present would somehow make up for what he perceives to be the ultimate betrayal of his trust. However, his irritation at your gesture evaporates the second he lifts the flaps up.

Inside is a small teddy bear, with scruffy and well loved brown fur that smells so intoxicating. It smells like you.

Totally and wholly you.

The box falls unceremoniously from his hands so he can hold onto the plush toy, running his fingers along its pelt. It's so miniscule in his grasp, practically engulfed by his fingers, and yet it feels so much larger. At this moment, it feels like the only thing in the world that matters.

"That was my bear when I was a kid," you detail to him. "I slept with it every night, it meant the world to me. I had to call in some favours to have it taken out of my hometown storage and shipped so fast."

"And now I want you to have it," you smile, walking up to him to place your hand on his thigh. "I know you didn't get to have much of a childhood, so I thought you could share mine."

Whatever anger Homelander was holding onto has completely drained from his body, filling the void with intense sadness. He can't believe he so easily let his reflection turn him against you, when you didn't even do anything. This resentment he felt was for nothing, you were never plotting some nefarious human scheme against him. Instead, you were just at the post office, retrieving your teddy bear for him.

Ever since he's known you, you have always put him first. Nobody has ever treated him with as much care and love as you have.

And now he's blown it.

The tears begin to flow freely down his cheeks as he grapples with his guilt. The constriction in his chest twists a spike deeper into his heart, fearful of what is coming next. You're going to break up with him, he just knows it. You're going to realize he isn't the big tough superhero he claims to be; you'll see him for the insecure child that he really is. Any minute now, the words are coming out of your mouth. It's over, I'm leaving, I hate you, I-

"Hey, hey. It's okay, baby boy, " you say, watching as he spirals deeper into panic. Luckily, your hands pressing into his padded suit are enough to refocus his attention. When his distressed eyes turn down to your face, you spread your arms wide to signal your intentions. "Can you pick me up please?"

With a tense swallow Homelander lifts you up with one arm, holding you close to his chest. Although he does his best to not address you, he can't fight nuzzling into your hands when you start caressing his cheeks. You touch him like he's made of bone china, so delicately, that he can't help pursuing after your affection no matter how upset he feels.

"I am so, so sorry that I lied to you," you console him, wiping away his tears with your thumbs. "I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted this to be a nice surprise, like the flowers you got me."

"S-sorry… s-s-sorry," he whispers timidly as he buries his face into your shoulder in an attempt to hide from his growing shame. However, you don't let him wallow in his irrational worries.

"Sweetpea, you don't have to apologize," you reassure him. "You're entitled to your feelings too, you shouldn't beat yourself up about that."

He doesn't know how to respond to that. During his youth he was never been given any level of autonomy over himself; he was created to serve Vought, so his emotions came second. They always came second, a trivial afterthought to the importance of what he represented to the company. And yet, here you are reminding him of his humanity, of what he had taken from him. You give him encouragement that he is more than just 'The Homelander, leader of The Seven'. Deep down, your words help the isolated little boy see the light shining through his abusive upbringing. He does matter.

"Happy anniversary Homelander," you declare, hugging his big head still snuggled heavily on your shoulder. You comb your fingers through his undercut as you feel him sink further into you. "I know this one might not have gone as well as we hoped, but I know our two month anniversary will be perfect."

"P-promise?" he mutters in a hushed tone, almost as if he's trying to hide his faith in you from his reflection, whom he is concerned might be listening.

"I promise," you assert, giving him a kiss on the top of his head. "From the bottom of my heart, you and I will get through anything as long as we're together."

"T-together…" you hear him mouth weakly to himself. It's a word he's never really thought about before, but hearing it out loud brings a whole new meaning to his life. He's not alone anymore, like he was growing up in the lab. He doesn't have to face his demons all on his own. Now he has you.

And no matter what the world brings, the two of you will always be facing it side by side… together.

[caramelt4me]

𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥. | 비밀 - Ch XVI "𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭"

Trigger warning: mentions of substance ab*se, corruption, primal love (extreme platonic love edging romantic), suggestive themes, self-harm, death, mental decline, identity-crisis, hallucinations, brainwashing, angst and manipulation

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𝔻uring the not-so-little intermission in your Storytime, Nex sprawled impatiently across the couch, his restless bandaged fingers fidgeting with his phone. The screen blurred before his eyes, nothing really holding his attention—not when his grey irises kept flickering toward the stairs.

Still no sign of you.

His lips pushed into a soft pout, a small, almost pitiful groan slipping past them—his mind already unravelling at the edges, as if experiencing the first pangs of separation anxiety all over again.

The first pang (though very brief in comparison) had struck an hour ago, the moment you peeled yourself away from him—after hugging him—to fetch a box of miscellaneous items. Art supplies, stationery, a plethora of board games…

And perhaps, you had expected him to explore it while you took your sweet time in the shower.

But that box would remain untouched.

Because why would Nex even bother with anything when his noona wasn’t around?

── It’s no fun alone.

The maknae sighed, gaze flickering toward the sketchbook lying next to him. For the twentieth time in five minutes, his eyes traced over the open page—a silly little doodle of a monocled-hamster fairy in a tux.

The one you and he had drawn together.

── Noona made it look more like a chubby guinea pig, though.

A chuckle bubbled up in his throat.

The pink-haired maknae had always been the doodle artist of Twilight Dreamers, winning over game show hosts with his absurdly cute drawings—but this? This was his masterpiece.

The cutest, ugliest sketch he had ever made, because you had made it with him.

And of course, it was because you had been multitasking, narrating your animated real tales while doodling with him, while he—he had been too busy listening. Keeping track of the storyline, reminding you whenever you lost your train of thought—something he had never done for anyone else.

Nex was a scatterbrain—furthest from being an avid listener.

But if you were the one talking?

He’d listen.

Doesn’t matter what the topic was.

And now that he knew you both were kindred spirits—both quietly desiring to be liked by one another (though his desire was perhaps more…intense), he felt himself clinging to every wakeful moment spent with you from that point onwards.

Oh, what he’d give to return to that moment.

To rewind to the last second of his caught-off-guard hopelessness and play it over and over again—to thank that first tear that had slipped down his cheek.

Until then, he had despised his tears, had always seen them as pathetic, involuntary signs of weakness that only ever made things worse for him.

But this time?

They had redeemed themselves—worked their magic on you.

Made you intervene—made you comfort him.

Made you hug him.

And with that, the exhausting struggle in his head—the constant overthinking about how much personal space he should keep between you and himself—was gone.

Now, he didn’t feel guilty for seeking your warmth. Didn’t feel wrong basking in your gentle, unfiltered affection—so effortlessly soothing, so maddeningly natural in the way it silenced the dark voices that clawed at him from within.

It was better than what his hot-and-cold hyung had ‘accidentally’ managed to do.

But, of course, that peace hadn’t lasted very long.

The gurgling whispers would return—a relentless, violent chorus louder than before.

Like parasites, they slithered through his thoughts, indifferent to his pain. Burrowing deeper, twisting and needling, they forced him to reaffirm his loyalty to Asher—a loyalty that felt less like devotion in those excruciatingly long minutes and more like chains of despair.

He’d been drowning in it until your warmth pulled him back from the edge. And for a fleeting moment, harmony within him was restored.

Although…

A lull before the storm is still a kind of silence, isn’t it?

Perhaps this so-called "peace" was only sinking deeper, twisting something even more fundamental at his core. Or maybe, Nex had unlocked a part of himself he had never dared to explore before—

Who knows.

Yet it was enough to reignite the hunger inside him.

“I’m hungry for breakfast. Aren’t you too?”

The oblivious you had said innocently before.

Oh, if you only knew how long Nex had been starving for an affection so simple but pure.

(Nex continues daydreaming about you—)

“I don’t want to talk about it if it’s only going to make you feel worse about yourself.”

Your kind words had caught Nex off guard at first.

Yet, they had lingered, soft and unexpected—planting a seed in his mind.

It should have grown slowly, innocently—something tender and harmless.

But it hadn’t.

Instead, it had spread like wildfire, monstrous and consuming—choking out the voices that had been screaming in his head for so long.

The voices that had demanded blind worship of Asher, even when it hurt. Even when Nex wanted to scream, to throw a tantrum, to rail against the unfairness of it all—

That his hyung didn’t even trust him enough to tell him your name.

Your. Fucking. Name.

The name he was now dying to know.

The name he couldn’t ask for.

Because his hyung said no.

── Ugh, stop thinking about it again!

But then—just as the frustration threatened to consume him—his mind was effectively distracted by recalling another, rather sugary, unexpected kindness of yours—no, more like soft affection.

“I didn’t want to seem too nosy, but I actually wanted to try your cereal. The cinnamon one—um... churro—"

You had wanted to try his cereal.

Such a small thing—yet so dear to his inner child.

No one had asked you to do that.

Definitely not Asher—but you did.

You had cared.

Cared enough to let him eat from your bowl because, as he put it, it tasted better that way.

── And it was not just because of the banana milk.

…Was what the maknae adamantly told himself—as a sudden surge of childlike glee took over—threatening to crack through the fragile dam of his already unstable mind.

His only thought right after, had been to earn more of your affection, more of your approval.

And so, without even realizing it—Nex had gone a bit rogue.

The giddy need to please you drowned out any sense of caution, his mind too tangled in his desperation to even consider how his actions might be misunderstood.

“Nex, I’m not your girlfriend.”                 “…as if I were your girlfriend.”

But now, after getting the taste of being misunderstood—could he ever truly be that innocent again?

Nex wasn’t sure anymore.

The forbidden desire that had slipped into his thoughts seemed… tempting—the quiet dilemma reflected in the stormy depths of his grey eyes as he sank deeper into the haze.

And then, of course, you’d said the magic words.

“I do want you to like me, Nex.”

Nex still couldn’t believe it.

How could you give him something so precious—so dangerous?

And how could you be so polite about it?

“But not like this. You don't have to try so hard to please me...”

Not only refusing to feel uncomfortable but instead comforting him, telling him he didn’t even have to try that hard?

Were you even real?

Or were you an actual angel, who had descended straight from heaven?

How else was he supposed to make sense of the fact that you actually seemed to respect him?

His noona—a light so radiant, so pure—treated him with a kindness he had never known, not even from his precious hyung.

And certainly not from that blonde pervert who claimed, time and time again, that he was the only one who would ever stay by Nex’s side—despite how much pain he had caused.

But you?

You were beyond anything Nex could have hoped for.

── Noona…

It felt… illegal.

It felt reckless.

But the last thing it felt like… was unwanted.

── What is this feeling?

── I… want more.

A slow, erratic smile stretched across his face, cheeks burning instantly. But he only allowed himself a moment to bask in it before sitting up abruptly, his thoughts already racing.

── Should I touch up my makeup?

── …Just in case.

Just in case there were more opportunities to hug you today.

Nex had never been big on physical intimacy—or at least, he hadn’t been.

But that hug—that touch—had been different.

Your warmth had been real.

The kind of real that didn’t make his skin crawl.

The kind of real that he could crave.

The maknae exhaled sharply, bandaged fingers reaching out, slowly grasping the sofa pillow you had been holding earlier—squeezing it, as if trying to imprint the feeling of you into his skin.

Nex felt feverish—the acute sickness rapidly spreading in his heart. Yet he already knew it would become the most comforting chronic disease of his life.

It was overwhelming, suffocating, but in a way that felt… good. It trampled over the ugly scars left behind by a certain blonde without hesitation, demanding to take up more space.

But, of course, Nex wouldn’t realize that just yet.

Flustered and giddy, he pictured your face in his mind, the storm in his grey eyes softening into a hazy swirl. And then his imagination slipped—unhinged, uncontrollable.

He saw himself, like a ghost in his own memory, leaning closer as you spoke. His fingers brushing against your oblivious lips. His hand tracing over your skin.

He didn’t know what Asher had done to capture you.

But if his hyung ever showed even the slightest sign of letting go—

── I’d take you for myself.

The thought slithered into his mind before he could stop it.

Nex frowned, through the haze.

── No, I shouldn’t…

── Hyung wouldn’t like that.

Even if he was still bitter about the jab Asher had thrown his way this morning.

── And noona seems like the loyal type…

His grey eyes softened.

Not a single mention of the fight with Asher had slipped from your lips.

Perhaps to avoid giving the wrong idea again. Perhaps because you knew—painfully so—that he would always be forced to guard Asher’s secrets.

Whether he wanted to or not.

And don't get him wrong, he had never misunderstood your relationship.

He valued his life far too much to ever test the limits of Asher’s wrath—despite how it seemed.

── But I’m sober right now, aren’t I?

── Then why do I feel so out of control…?

The thought flickered—dangerous, poisonous—before he smothered it with an oblivious sip from his hydration bottle. And then—a slow, creeping shift occurred.

── …ha, but is it really that bad?

His stormy greys glinted, playful yet wicked.

── Noona will want to take care of me better then, won’t she?

His emotions were all over the place, further knotted by the unexpected kindness you’d shown him. But somehow, Nex still clung to his vision—his obsession.

Sure, his heart felt “tainted” at the moment—Impure.

Streaked with fresh anger toward Asher, shadowed by despair, and illuminated by the confusing, intoxicating light of his feelings for you.

But he could make it “pure” again.

Starting with you.

His glimmer of hope—the “half” that had exceeded his expectations.

Perhaps, that was the morbid charm of having a dual obsession—if one failed to deliver, there was always the another to cling to in the meantime.

Moreover, Nex wasn’t as well-versed in dark arts as Asher—he couldn’t undo his mistakes with extensive manipulation and cold calculation—and something ‘additional’ that was clearly beyond his level of comprehension.

But if something bad about Nex remained, something you would probably would not like?

The maknae would make sure to erase it before it was to reach you—like it never existed in the first place.

It seemed no DNA test was required to confirm his shared blood with that blue-eyed Lucifer.

Truly, the universe has a cruel sense of humour, didn’t it?

Oh, and what if it was something stupid and silly about Nex?

Then the maknae would let it slip to you on purpose.

── Since that would mean more hugs from noona, wouldn’t it?

Nex hoped, a smile uncanny to his blue-eyed hyung’s—tugged at his lips, before he got up and heading back to his room to make his makeup smear-proof.

But just like you, Nex wasn't wired to be a carbon copy of your lover.

And no amount of shared blood or twisted experience could rewrite that script.

Because unlike Asher, Nex was human.

Guilt—conscious or not, could cripple him whenever it pleased.

And it did, yet again.

Just when Nex had finished touching up his makeup—he suddenly changed his mind. The maknae wiped it all off, before he could second-guess himself—every trace of the mask he’d built to hide behind.

The freckles, the uneven texture, and all his other imperfections were now exposed.

The reflection that stared back at him was raw. Tired. Vulnerable.

Pathetic, even.

── Why…did I just do that?

His stormy greys stared back at his equally perplexed reflection.

He didn’t fully understand why he’d done it—why the need to strip away his shield suddenly felt so urgent, so necessary.

The hollow ache in his chest only deepened as he faced the cruel version of himself that he had barely gotten used to looking at, yet now completely identified with.

But amidst the confusion, there was a fragile, unspoken hope.

That maybe…. just maybe—you could see past all of it.

The cracks, the haze, the jagged edges that he couldn’t fix.

You were “good,” after all—better than him, seemed better than the rest of his world.

And somehow, in a way he couldn’t fully explain, he hoped you could see him for who he really was.

Something more fragile, more broken—something that needed saving.

But as the thought flickered through his mind, another pang of doubt gripped him—fighting against that fragile hope.

What if, in letting you see him like this, he lost the last of what little control he still had?

What if you saw something he wasn’t ready for you to see?

── No, stop with the doubts.

── Not now. Not when I’m so close to having what I always wanted.

He shook his head, forcing a faint smile to curl at the corners of his lips, his cheeks almost flushing with the lingering high of the thought.

He left the bathroom, eager to return to you, eager to hear the end of your story, eager to drown himself in your presence and forget the chaos inside him.

But the moment he stepped out of the room—his world tilted.

You were hunched over on the couch, trembling.

Your breathing was shallow, uneven, as though each breath was a battle. Tears glistened in your wide, horrified eyes, poised to spill over, as they stayed locked on the screen of his phone.

His mind blanked.

The air seemed to thicken, suffocating, and for a second, the room was silent except for the frantic thrum of his heartbeat. Then, reality slammed into him with a force that nearly took his breath away.

You were in pain.

You were breaking.

And it was all his fault.

The thought seized him, colder than fear, sharper than guilt. He couldn’t bear it—couldn’t let it happen. Not to you too.

“Noona—?!”

The panic in his voice shattered the silence, and he rushed to your side. His movements were frantic—desperate. He ripped the phone from your grasp and flung it aside, hands hovering uselessly for a moment before one shakily pushed your dishevelled hair away from your face, the other gripping your shoulder to steady you.

The words he wanted to deny spilled out—disjointed, frantic—as he realized it was all in vain.

The ugly truth had been already exposed to your tear-stricken eyes.

── It’s…over.

As the seconds dragged, his thoughts unravelled.

Self-loathing crept in, feeding on his mistakes.

── I should’ve added the screen lock back.

And not have removed it in the first-place thinking that his hyung had probably seen everything and not cared to intervene because he had deemed it ‘unimportant’.

In truth, Asher had no idea.

Only getting the ‘report’ of all the bugged devices from the manager—the ‘background noise’ filtered out.

Yet, oblivious to it all—a part of Nex had foolishly, selfishly clung to the hope that one day—just one day—when his hyung wasn’t so busy, he might finally want to pull him out of this tangled "mess".

A mess he had created—but now had lost control of—as it unconsciously drained his very essence along with the drug addiction.

── But I should’ve known better.

── This…is all I’m capable of.

Causing pain. Hurting others.

Being a curse.

Being a monster.

The darkness inside him thickened, suffocating and absolute.

── Yeah. It’s happening again. ── Hyung doesn’t trust me. You shouldn’t either, noona.

── Maybe I’m not worth saving. ── Maybe I shouldn’t have been born in the first place.

── And perhaps...he was right.

── Hyung did end up this way because of me.

── It's all my fault.

His mind choked—as unforgiving guilt and self-reproach clawed at his soul, threatening to consume him entirely, making him want to succumb to the thought of no-return. 

── Maybe I should do everyone a favor and just di—

But then, the icy grip of despair loosened ever so slightly.

Your hand—warm, trembling, yet familiar—settled over his.

Nex could hardly breathe.

The suffocating haze of self-loathing thinned just enough for your words to break through, quiet yet steady.

“You need to tell your hyung about this,” you whispered. “I’ll make sure he helps you—trust me.”

Instinct took over, the need to hide kicking in before the maknae could even process your words. “Noona, I’m telling you, it’s all just a—”

“Stop lying to me, Nex.”

The sharpness of your voice cut through him like nothing else.

He faltered, the words dying in his throat as your gaze locked with his—firm, unwavering.

It felt as though you weren’t just looking at him.

You were seeing him.

The real Nex.

Not the mask, not the lies, not the cute image he clung to, terrified of losing it.

But the scared, fragile boy hiding underneath it all.

His breath stilled, and for a moment, fear twisted in his chest, suffocating him.

── No. She can’t. She can’t possibly—

“I know you and Asher are siblings,” you said, your voice sounding soft, resolute to Nex.

His heart stopped.

But then, with your next words, it pounded harder than ever.

“So, let me help you. Please.”

He stared at you, your words pressing down on him, grounding him and suffocating him all at once.

You weren’t supposed to know. And after knowing, you certainly weren’t supposed to be kind.

Betrayal, disgust, anger—those were the reactions he had braced himself for. Those would’ve made sense. Yet here you were, shattering the newly set expectation he'd barely readjusted to.

You were no longer an angel in his eyes.

You became an enigma—a goddess.

His benevolent goddess.

Someone who, even after uncovering the filth he was buried in, still reached out a hand.

And in that moment, something profound shifted within Nex.

He felt compelled—no, bound—to tell his truth.

To you and only you.

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Link for story so far: https://www.quotev.com/story/16788120/Secret-비밀

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

taedros tresdros

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part one: taedros taedros ☆ part two: taedros twodros wc: 2.2k reader: afab reader (pretty sure no specific gender mentioned but putting this disclaimer just in case!) warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut -- also some angst and some fluff :) summary: uh-oh... you fell for your best friend taerae. but was it all in vain after he's ghosted you the past two weeks? *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ITS DONEEE! you will notice i've went with "taedros tresdros" for the title. decided to keep all three parts with taedros as the first word lol. this is the finale for this little series and i really hope you like this ending i've made lol. i am so happy you've all enjoyed taedros taedros -- stay tuned for more works soon (hopefully) xx

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warnings: 18+ explicit smut, fingering and oral (reader receiving), cumming in pants, eavesdropping/voyeurism by reader but it's only out of shock/anger, swearing, lots of innuendo in this one lmao... i think that's it!

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“so, the ring finger goes here?” you hear a feminine voice ask; ear pressed gently to taerae’s door to hear better. just a few moments ago, you’d been taking deep, steadying breaths as you walked through the entrance to your best friend’s dorm building on your way to finally confront him.

something that was so familiar now made your heart race with anxiety. 

but when you’d rounded the corner to taerae’s room, you were surprised to find the door shut almost all the way. usually taerae left his door wide open, even when he was playing the guitar or getting changed or sleeping. in fact, his dorm-mates told you one night when you were leaving that the only time taerae made an effort to close it was when you were over... you couldn’t hear any noise coming from his room, which made you all the more curious as to what was going on in there. 

walking up to his door, you’d seen it was propped open just a bit by one of taerae’s shoes. you couldn’t see through the gap in the door, but you’d heard quiet murmurings from inside and gently placed your ear to the door to listen closer. the sound of a girl’s voice had completely shocked you. especially considering what you’d come here to talk about with taerae.

“yeah, it might take a bit to find the sweet spot,” taerae answers with a chuckle; his answer causing your jaw to drop. fingers? sweet spots? what the fuck is going on in there!?

“mmm, thank you again for teaching me, taerae,” the voice responds. upon closer listening, you realize you know this voice. it belongs to your world history classmate, jinah-- the girl who sits behind you and doodles the entire period. she’s very nice-- pretty and athletic, too, but...

you didn’t really think taerae was her type.

you hadn’t spoken to taerae much in the last couple weeks. ever since you’d actually slept together... things had changed. it felt like your best friend was avoiding you. when you’d texted to ask about movie night the past two fridays, taerae had said he was busy with homework both times. normally taerae would meet you for lunch in the student union every other day in between his music theory class, but he hadn’t come by since then. he’d barely said two words to you at choir practice last night.

was this why? he’d decided he liked jinah instead? he couldn’t face you after... using you? 

taerae would never do that. not to you. probably not to anyone.

then again, you’d never talked about whether what was going on between you was exclusive or not. and what it meant to you; what he meant to you. had you completely misinterpreted this whole situation?

“and the middle finger...” jinah trails off and the mental picture you have unfortunately painted in your head of the scene taking place is enough to make you gag.

“that one’s gonna reach as far up as possible,” taerae explains. if you had known your best friend was offering masturbation classes out of his dorm room, you probably would’ve been more careful about where you were sitting on his bed.

“i don’t think i can reach that far,” jinah huffs with a frustrated sigh. “it kind of hurts.”

“relax,” taerae soothes. “it’ll feel better if you relax.”

your hand flies to your mouth to muffle the sound of the audible gasp that escapes you, but your elbow hitting the door blows your cover. you stand up quickly as taerae’s door swings open-- revealing you in the doorway to taerae and jinah.

... and revealing jinah sitting on taerae’s bed and holding a guitar (quite clumsily, if you may be so brazen) in her hands; taerae sitting next to her and seemingly offering some sort of instruction.

“you--...” you stutter, surprised and also incredibly relieved to find that the lessons taerae was giving were much more wholesome than you’d been forced to imagine for the past few minutes. “oh thank fuck holy shit.”

as the uncontrollable string of grateful curse words leaves your mouth, jinah clears her throat awkwardly and stands up; removing the guitar strap from around her neck and handing the instrument to its owner.

“sorry for interrupting,” you mumble, bottom lip finding its way between your teeth as taerae glares at you. 

“no, it’s okay! i have to finish an essay for tomorrow anyway,” jinah replies, picking up her bag and walking towards the door. you step to the side for her to get by, awkwardly smiling as she calls behind her, “thank you, taerae! see you next week!”

jinah retreats down the hallway, leaving just you and taerae alone in a tense silence.

“what are you doing here?” taerae asks, rather unceremoniously. “it’s a thursday night. you have tutoring on thursday nights. that's why we have movie night on fridays.”

you nod, still leaning against the doorframe. “my last appointment cancelled so i--... i wanted to come talk to you.”

“oh,” taerae replies with a nod. “okay.”

you frown. “okay?”

“yeah,” he says, looking down at his guitar in his hands; starting to strum it lightly. “okay.”

your eyebrows raise in shock as your best friend seemingly shrugs you off. you walk over to him and snatch the guitar from his hands by its neck.

“HEY!” he protests as you bring the instrument over to its stand and place it there annoyedly (but carefully; you’re not an asshole). “i was playing that.”

“what the fuck is the matter with you!?” you snap, turning back around to face him. “you’ve been avoiding me for two weeks!”

taerae visibly gulps; eyes falling to the floor. 

“and this is how you’re gonna act?” you scold, folding your arms across your chest. “after we...”

for some reason you’re unable to say it. taerae is silent-- seemingly holding his breath as he waits for you to continue. coward.

“i came here to talk to you about everything and--... and then i heard you through the door giving jinah a fucking guitar lesson,” you explain while rolling your eyes. “better than the lesson i thought you were giving her, but...”

taerae looks up at you now; brow furrowed as his head tilts to the side confusedly. “w--... what kind of a lesson did you think i was giving her?”

you blink back at him; unsure of whether to tell the truth or not. but taerae catches on before you can commit to a lie.

his jaw drops in shock. “you thought--... did you think--”

you look down at your feet: embarrassed, anxious, and just plain sad after the events of the last couple weeks. this mixture of emotions forms a lump in your throat that you are now hopelessly trying to suppress. “i’m really sorry for interrupting. and for listening a bit. i just don't know what happened. i thought we were--... i thought you felt the same way that i did, but... you just must be really upset with me and i don’t know what i did but i’m so sorry and i really miss you so i wanted to talk to you and i just was... i dunno, i thought--”

taerae cuts off your rambling by standing up and wrapping his arms around you tightly. against your neck, he soothes, “ssh, baby. it’s okay-- it’s all okay. i promise.”

“i like you,” you confess into taerae’s sweatshirt. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know this would happen. but i really like you, tae.”

"fuck-- i like you, too. of course i like you, too,” he says, pulling back to look at you. “and this is all my fault.”

you sniffle as you ask, “what did you do this time?”

“something really, really stupid,” he replies with a sad smile.

mirroring his expression, you quip, “what else is new?” 

“yeah, yeah,” he accepts with a laugh. cupping your cheek in his hand, he runs his thumb across the skin sweetly. “i thought i was the one who fucked up... by falling for you.”

“... oh,” is all you can manage to say.

“oh is right,” he says, leaning in and kissing your lips gently. “i honestly wasn’t sure what to do about it. i didn’t want to hurt you and i thought maybe just... avoiding you for a bit would make it easier for me to stop having feelings for you. but it didn’t. it just hurt you and me more-- and it was really immature. i’m so sorry.”

you wrap your arms around his neck, having forgiven your idiot of a best friend before he even apologized. “i missed you so much.”

“i missed you more,” taerae says, peppering your cheeks with kisses. you giggle; taerae grinning before attaching his lips to yours again.

“but, um,” you say quickly, pulling back to meet his gaze. “i’d love to put in a request for no more guitar lessons with the door closed, if the suggestion box is still open.”

“it is,” taerae says with a laugh. “suggestion accepted, approved and implemented.”

“and, uh, maybe they don’t have to take place on your bed,” you say, biting your bottom lip and hiding your face in his chest.

“i will have you know my conduct is strictly professional at all times,” taerae replies and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “but you’re completely right. not to mention, it was probably rude of me to let her sit on my bed... without telling her what it’s covered in.”

“TAERAE-YA!” you shout, hitting his chest as he pulls you toward his bed-- pushing you down gently onto the mattress and climbing between your legs with ease. “you do wash your sheets, don’t you?”

he just laughs.

“tae, that’s gross,” you reply, shaking your head as he cups your center over your jeans. your protesting starts to waiver as he applies more pressure to where you need him most. “you--... you really should--”

“enough, enough, baby-- of course i wash them,” he replies, hooking his fingers around the belt loops of your jeans and shimmying them along with your underwear down your legs before discarding them on the floor. then he smirks at you, adding, “but sometimes i do wonder what the point is when you’re just gonna get them dirty again.”

“fuck,” you whine as taerae admires you. he’s licking his lips like he hasn’t eaten in days-- and he hasn’t. you wonder how he’s survived this long without you.

“so,” he says, starting to circle your clit with two fingers. his rhythm isn’t steady though; it’s intoxicatingly teasing. “what did you think i was teaching in these ‘lessons’?”

you feel your face heat up again at the mention of your faux pas. “don’t make fun of me.”

“never, baby,” he says; a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “i’m just curious what you think i’m enough of an expert in to be qualified to teach.”

“i--... oh my god,” you say, shaking your head with embarrassment. “i thought you were teaching her how to finger herself!"

“hmm, i guess i can understand the confusion,” taerae runs his fingers through your folds, gathering some of your slick and painting it across your stomach. “since playing guitar requires so much skill with your fingers.”

“shut up,” you reply, pouting at him.

“no, really,” he insists with a nod. as he pushes his middle finger into you gently, you gasp at the sensation. “like, to play a chord; each of your fingers needs to hold down the correct string and in the correct spot. like, to play a d chord for example.”

taerae strokes up into your walls with his middle finger, causing you to whimper. “see this middle finger needs to be on that ‘high e’ string. and then the ring finger...”

plunging another finger into you, your hand reaches to grab onto taerae to steady yourself. he smiles at you, pressing both fingers firmly against your walls now. “will sit nicely on that ‘b’ string right here.”

as he works his fingers against your walls lazily, you whine-- desperate for more friction and soon. your prayers are answered when taerae inserts a third finger, stretching you carefully until he’s able to push it all the way in.

“and finally, the index finger is going to go...” he laughs lightly before pushing his index finger into the spongy, firm spot in your walls that only he has ever been able to find. as you cry out in pleasure, taerae presses kisses to your thighs. “you might’ve guessed, but that one’s on the ‘g’ string. and listen to that beautiful sound it's making.”

“did you--... did you plan that g-spot joke?” you ask breathlessly in between pleading moans as taerae picks up the pace of his fingers. “you’re the--*hic!*... worst person i know.”

the little hiccup from pleasure that separates your insult sends taerae reeling. “fucking perfect, huh? every inch of you.”

“baby, please,” you beg, self-control low after two weeks without taerae. “wanna cum. please, wanna cum for you.”

taerae moans and, from the way he’s looking at you, you know he’s just as desperate as you are. he falls to his stomach now between your legs as he says, “was gonna try to... keep my mouth off of you. show you i really like you. you-- not just your pussy but...”

“fuck it,” you both say at the same time.

lips attaching to your clit, taerae wastes no time in pushing you closer to the edge as he laps, sucks, eats at you-- one leg of yours hooked over his back as he continues to work you with his left hand. 

“tae,” you whimper, hands in his hair as you grind your hips into his touch. “g’nna cum... please, gonna cum.”

taerae whines and, with the state you’re in, you don’t even notice how feverishly he’s grinding into the bed. he switches to sucking, lips tugging perfectly on your clit and it’s all over for you.

“fuck, i--... i--... m’cumming,” you moan, taerae’s name falling from your lips a few dozen times as you come down from your high. “oh my god.”

taerae is noticeably quiet; removing his fingers from inside of you, he laps at the juices that drip out of you with his eyes closed. you know he really likes you... but it’s very possible he likes your pussy just as much. you’re not complaining.

“tae,” you call sweetly, sitting up on your elbows. “baby? come here-- want you to fuck me.”

he opens his eyes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he sits up a bit. “um... so, about that.”

his gaze trails down to the crotch of his jeans and you follow it to find a nice, big wet spot soaking through the denim. 

“are you serious!?” you whine in frustration; sighing as taerae smiles at you sheepishly.

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes with a cute little pout. “will you forgive me if i say it’s because you’re just too hot?”

you roll your eyes-- grinning at him. “i’ll consider it.”

“thank god, because i think i can probably make it up to you...” he says, sitting up and grabbing your jeans from the floor. “after some dinner.”

you laugh. “are you asking me out?”

“i totally am,” he answers with a smile.

“you’re sure you’re not too... full?” you joke, grabbing his hand in yours. “you did just eat.”

taerae shakes his head, smirking at you:

“trust me-- i’m never full when i’m with you.”

[brigoesrahhh]

"Oh no please, call me Jonathan."

Jonathan Ohnn / The Spot x f!Reader.

Part one, Part two, Part three.

1k+ words.

Summary: You worked at Alchemax for a small part-time job. You had planned a date with someone you met online, but they didn’t show. Saddened and with the day not going great, you sat alone at your table, scrolling on your phone. That was until Dr. Ohnn, the big scientist behind the experiments at Alchemax, who was secretly dying to talk to you, sat at your table. 

A/N: the POV occasionally switches between jonathan and the reader. i hope its not confusing <3

You just got the text you’d expected from your date: 

“Sorry, I can’t make it tonight.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, resting your elbows on the small cafe table. What did you think was going to happen when you had planned the date online? Certainly not that you were going to meet the love of your life. Nope, definitely not. But you wished it was that easy. They were attractive, but canceling a date at the last minute isn’t exactly the best reflection of someone’s personality.

You looked around at the view of the cafe from your seat, taking in all of the little details in its decor. This was your favorite place to go, and the baristas knew you pretty well, immediately assuming your signature order and bringing it to your table.

“You have a date? You look nice,” she complimented, teasing you with a wink. You hummed in response, laughing a little at yourself. 

You smiled at her sadly when she wished you good luck, before she quickly ran off back to work. Today had been a busy day for the cafe, with a surprising influx of customers throughout the afternoon. She hadn’t noticed the disappointment hidden behind your kind smile.

The bell hanging from the door bounced around as more people came in, smiling and greeting each other. It had become a common sound to you at this point, and your brain began to muffle out the ringing bells and indistinct chatter. After taking a sip of your beverage, you opened your phone and started mindlessly scrolling.

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“Mm.. hm-hm-hmm~ Quick coffee then run, quick coffee then run~” he mumbled to himself merrily as he opened the door, ringing its bell once more. He strolled in, walking straight to the counter of the cafe. His focused expression quickly changed to a calculating one, realizing the size of the lineup ahead of him. He was going to be here for longer than he thought.

He sighed, finally taking a moment to look around the cafe. Unlike you, he didn’t come here often… So he didn’t exactly expect to see you in such a rush.

And you looked good. Beautiful, truly. You appeared to be dressed for a date, with delicate makeup adorning your features and a cute dress making you look your best. He couldn't help but wonder who you were meeting and if they were in the line with him. As he continued to observe, he noticed a slight hint of nervousness in your demeanor, causing him to feel a pang of sympathy. 

His lips parted slightly at the sight, and especially the thought of you on a date that wasn't with him. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was pining over you. He would change his path to his office for you just to see your face. Sometimes he would think of you while he was doing his experiments. Hell — he would even scribble little doodles on his lab papers daydreaming about you, and then he’d have to reprint them to keep his work ‘professional’.

Growing impatient in line, he tapped the tips of his fingers together, looking in your direction. He thought for a moment. You looked unoccupied, taking a sip of your drink and scrolling on your phone. “She probably doesn’t want anyone bothering her," he thought to himself. But his urge to talk to you outweighed his anxiety.

A rare surge of confidence came over him, and he found his legs leaving the line of customers and walking over to you as his brain screamed at him not to move.

He cleared his throat, and sat in the seat in front of you. A nervous smile peaked through his lips, and you looked up from your phone in surprise. Why was such an important scientist sitting in front of you while you weren’t working? And more importantly… Why with you? 

His sudden presence made you freeze up for a second. You came back and scrambled to think of what to say, when he filled the silence.

“Hey! I was just stoppin’ by for a quick coffee and I wanted to say hi, uh-” He awkwardly extended his hand for you to shake it. “Damn it, why did I do that? This is casual, not business!” he thought.

He was relieved when you looked back up at him, smiling, and shaking his hand. Noticing a little confusion on your face made him nervous, as he obviously didn’t want to explain the whole “I have a crush on you” and that he had impulsively gotten himself sitting in front of you.

He quickly changed the subject and asked how you were doing, hoping to steer the conversation away from his moment of awkwardness. If it was any other day, you would've responded with the typical "I'm good, how are you?" But today was different.

"Kinda shit," you said bluntly, forgetting who he was and a tad surprised at your own response. Although he was worried, he was amused by your frankness. "You?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. But what's up? Did something happen?" He asked, not realizing how worried he had come off, and not really caring.

"Well," you said, trying to be as honest as possible without sounding like an ass.

"I planned a date with someone, but they didn't show." You explained briefly, a little embarrassed.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" He said, placing a hand on your arm. "They probably didn't deserve you anyway…" He mumbled, a trace of anger in his voice at how someone could make you feel bad about yourself.

 "I appreciate that," you said with a small smile. "But it's okay, I'll just move on and find someone better." You were grateful for his support, but you didn't want to dwell on the disappointment. 

 "You deserve someone who will appreciate and respect your time," he continued, offering a reassuring smile. "But hey, if you're up for it, we could grab some drinks and make the most of the night." 

Your mouth opened partially in shock, but with pleasant surprise. You grin when you see a faint blush spread over his cheeks as he realizes what he had offered.

"I'd like that Dr. Ohnn," You say grinning.

"Oh no please, call me Jonathan." He says, awkwardly.

"Okay," You say, giggling softly. He responds with a smile, his blush deepening.

As you continued chatting, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous around you, wondering if you could sense his attraction. Despite his nerves, he was grateful for the opportunity to finally catch up with you. 

[fortress-rising]

Yo! Ask if you got favourite duo in whole tf2 franchise! Doesn't have to be romantic, just two bff duo is freaking awesome :]

Mod:

I'm assuming you're asking this of me given the wording (which I never really expected to get on this blog lmao). Oh boy, that's tough. I'm going to disregard romantic shipping here, since I really like to try that seasoning on most character pairs just to see if it adds anything. And anyone who has seen my main (and well. the subtext of certain answers here) can easily guess my favorite romantic pairs

Honestly, I really love Pyro's dynamic with every other merc. Pyro is such a homie. They just wanna have fun with their friends, and really dont care what they're doing in the process. Engie and his Pybro are the classic duo, but I'm very partial to Scout and Pyro. To me, they're the best goofballs to just put into whatever shenanigans. Scout who drags a happy Pyro into mischief, my beloved dynamic

One of my many headcanons is that, despite having so many of them, Scout actually wasn't super close to his older brothers. They spent time together, but if they weren't related, they wouldnt have been friends. For the most part. He was close to one of them. Regardless, in a lot of ways, he gets the sort of ride or die "friend to get into and out of trouble with" relationship with Pyro that he wanted growing up, and Pyro gets someone who doesn't push them away cause they're "busy".

If I'm allowed to talk about trios for a moment, may I just mention how much Offense delights me as a whole? Of the three class divsions, they're the ones I can actually see hanging out regularly and having interests in common. Not to mention, in situations (bases, hotels, ect) where there arent enough rooms for every merc to have their own, Offense are bunked together and told not to kill each other. Or destroy too much property. They usually do both.

My beloved trio of dummies. If offense were cats, they would all be orange, pam bless. They have three braincells to rub between them, and Pyro usually has all three dedicated to having a good time

ah shoot I need to add some art to this.... have some (admittedly lazy) doodles I did on copy paper while waiting on a ride home

[cosmicqueen10]

Lord forgive me for the cringe fest that is the real me. (Keep reading to get the whole story cause it's a still a lot for me to take in, thnx).

But thank you big sis for recording this which I was unaware of at the time because I was fully glued to Aleks who has bewitched my heart since November because of Lighter from Zenless Zone Zero and then rewatching Solo Leveling S1 but dubbed just to hear his all out performance as Sung Jinwoo.

Him being my first ever celebrity to meet and talk to at my first ever convention literally sent me on Cloud 9. Sorry the audio is kinda hard to hear at some parts. Some of that interaction I don't remember every little detail and some things I forgot or didnt get to say. Like telling him how I wished I could be more stronger and capable like Jinwoo and how he said I can and its all about perspective, I don't remember some of that exactly. I was in such a daze.

This is what I drew for him and Yuri to sign. Took me five days, lots of sleeping shifts between the couch and my bed working on it. Seriously hope to get this laminated ASAP since I did use some colored pencils in this piece and don't want this to smear or worse.

Big sis gave me $200 which means I also could get a print. Plus Lighter is single and not dead. He doodled on it as thanks for me drawing for him and being so modest about me praising him for being an amazing artist himself, I have seen some speedpaint videos of his.

Aleks himself is very cute in person, sweet, modest, and I got to shake his hand after the end of this video cause my sis had to stop recording to take our photos. And let me tell you ... best damn handshake of my life. Warm and calloused to a T. ☺️

I know he doesn't like smiling in photos but tbh my eyes always get too beady like my mom's when I smile in photos.

Out of all the photos I took those two days at Megacon, only like 2 of them I looked decent. Like with Yuri I looked fine. That's a story post for another time.

Overall, Aleks went from being my #2 favorite voice actor to now tied with Yuri as #1. Even though I told him he's #2. I did tell Yuri that as well and asked if he could tell Aleks they're both tied. Honestly those two be busy bees. I'm a face in a sea of tens of thousands weebs. But I needed this, wanted it, despite the not so good moments that happened before and after this ...

Oh the day after I wanted to say hi to him again and update him on the whole #1 thing but his line was more packed and even at closing time the line still be packed. I legit parked myself nearby like a shameful giant ... God if he saw me like that, I doubt it cause again packed line but still 😑. Forcing me and big sis to wait until closing time but after that it lead to us struggling to get an Uber to drive us back to our hotel cause night traffic be hell in Orlando especially before Super Bowl Sunday; I don't get the appeal of it tbh. All cause of my selfish wanting. 🙃 Again, cringe case.

Got overwhelmed and went to the bathroom a lot those three days cause I was a nervous wreck, slept not so well, and now I'm fully sore and may just hit the hay after posting this.

Yeah. This selfish Demon in human flesh is a mess still after all that. But at least meeting him, Yuri and others made me feel alive, free, over the moon and back. And I wish it never ended. I miss it so much. Maybe in another life, I get to have more moments like that with others outside my family. Like friends. And someone very special to me. If only. This moment is my safe haven. Paradise. Heaven.

Aleks Le, if you ever find this post, then thank you. I'll always love and support you and your endeavors. In voice acting and for being your driven, intense, goofy, crazy, beautiful self. With all my ❤️.

[burningcheese-merchant]

My doodles are cooking, please hold and you will receive my (bad) art

Also you may use this as an excuse to over explain anything you want to

consider these my late birthday gifts cuz I forgot-

Oh, come on. Don't sell yourself short. I'm sure your art is great. Better than mine, at the very least (although that's not a high bar to clear lol). I look forward to seeing it ❤️ I'm touched you'd draw anything for me at all, really. Haven't done anything to deserve that, I'm just some clown who rambles into a void about nothing

However, you will regret giving me permission to do such a thing Anyway, here's the story of how Paneer met Paravani:

Matar Paneer found Paravani in a tree. She and the family were in Beast-Yeast at the time, and she asked to go run around and play outside (Pepper Jack was busy doing something else and couldn't join her). Burning Spice and Golden Cheese said yes, so long as she stayed on temple grounds. She does not listen, because Matar Paneer's will overrides everyone else's lol. Stubborn af kid.

Cue her wandering off into the nearby wilderness, stopping to sit by a tree, and noticing a tiny little peachick sitting in the branches, chirping and cooing. She climbs up to him and asks how he got there by himself (note: Paneer loves animals and talks to them like they're people, no matter how intelligent or friendly they actually are). They have a cute little back and forth (he actually does understand her, at least to some degree) for a while before she helps him down from the tree. She asks him where his family is (again, talks to animals like they're normal people who can actually reply lol). She tells him she'll help find them so he can go home and not be lost and alone anymore.

She does find them. Mother and siblings...

... Dead and actively being eaten by a predator in what little remained of their nest.

Paneer is smart enough to stop and hide before it noticed them, and moves as quickly and quietly as possible until she thinks enough distance has been put between them. Then... she just holds the little peachick and tries to comfort him, because his family is gone and that's horrible. (She tries to imagine losing her own family and being alone in the world and it makes her tear up.) Maybe... it was good that he wandered away after all? If he hadn't, he would've died, too, right? And then they wouldn't have met. He likes to run off on adventures like she does... They're so much alike! They already make good friends!

... Friends help each other, don't they? And he has nowhere else to go... So he can come live with her! She and her parents and her brother can be his new family! She'll keep him safe and they can stay friends forever!

And then she takes him back to the palace and just runs up to everyone showing him off like this

She gets scolded by Spice and Golden for disobeying them and risking danger. She refuses to apologize and defends herself by saying she made a new friend and he needs a home because he has nothing, so he's going to live with them now. Cue the verbal tug-of-war that Paneer ultimately wins because she is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object at the same time and it's fucking exhausting getting her to listen a lot of the time (plus... well, she did perform a selfless deed. And the poor little peachick did need somewhere to go; he'll die fast if he's left to fend for himself in the wild...). So they give in and let her keep him (but not as a pet. He is NOT a pet, he is her friend, and you will be hearing from her if she catches you calling him such)

And so, he stayed and she decided to name him Paravani. He liked to perch on her head for most of his youth (until he got too big to fit). He warmed up to Jack and Golden quickly (literal and figurative bird people) and was terrified of Spice for a long time (big, scary, predator-looking man), but came to like him eventually. Paneer cares for him well and loves him like an extra sibling. He's really small just like she is lol for a long time, until he starts growing bigger...and bigger... and bigger... until he's enormous and Paneer can sit on his back no problem and ride him around places. Must be a "critter from Beast-Yeast" thing...

[fanfictiongirlie]

Marvel: Unplanned Final Chapter

Masterlist

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (First person written though)

Description:

"It says...it says it's positive doll" His voice matching mine in a quiet shaky whisper.

"Fuck... I'm pregnant?"

"Yeah doll, you're pregnant"

"Fuck" I whisper.

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Warnings: Swearing. You might cry, I did.

Chapter Words: 6,363 

Hi, think of this chapter as a final thank you to everyone who read my little story, commented/reblogged/liked. Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

As we walked away from the car, I held tightly onto Jamie's hand as she walked between Bucky and myself, she was five now, and we were walking her to her first day at school. Bucky walked beside her, holding onto her hand. My heart ached as we walked at the realisation that my little girl was getting older, but also I felt a small sense of pride at my girl. 

"Excited for school, Squirt?" Bucky asks. 

"I think so dada!" Jamie answers as she skips between us. She was wearing a simple pink dress with a denim jacket, and her hair was in a neat ponytail, she looked adorable. 

"You're gonna have fun, you'll make new friends and learn a lot of stuff" Bucky adds smiling down at her. 

"What will mama and you do when I'm at school?" She asks, stopping her skips for a moment. Bucky and I exchange a look. 

"We'll keep ourselves busy, don't you worry" Bucky says smiling "But don't worry, we'll come pick you up after school and you can tell us all about your first day"

I stop walking and crouch down to Jamie's level. "You will do great, you're so smart and so kind, remember that, okay?" I say softly, kissing her nose when I finish. We walk a little more and enter the playground, I noticed the teacher we had met a few weeks ago so I pointed over to them, showing Jamie where to go. 

"I love you" I say to her. "Love you mama!" She grins, she hugs Bucky quickly and runs off to her new classroom. I turned to face Bucky and notice his eyes were watering. 

"Don't start, I'll start" I say jabbing his arm. He wraps an arm around me and holds me close for a moment. "She'll be alright, doll"

"Should we wait in the car till she finishes?" I ask quietly. Bucky quirks an eyebrow, obviously amused by my response. "You want to just sit in the parking lot for six hours? You have any idea how boring that's gonna be?" He asks. 

"I can't bare the thought of her being there without us, it feels worse than nursery" I say quietly. Bucky pulls me into a comforting hug, holding close. "I know how you feel doll, I can't bare it either. But Jamie's strong, she's gonna be fine"

"I know" I whisper. Bucky then takes my hand in his metal one, holding me close as we leave the playground together. We walk back to the parking lot together and climb into the car. Bucky and I spend the next few hours doing menial tasks, trying to occupy time while Jamie was at school. Bucky takes me to a quaint café for a bite to eat and some coffee, he keeps me distracted by talking about various topics, from movies to future plans. 

A few hours later we were stood in the play ground again, Bucky stood next to me, one arm around my shoulder as we waited. The school building's bell ran, signalling the end of school. Students started filing out of the building. Bucky's hand grips my shoulder a little tighter as we wait for Jamie to emerge from the building. 

Jamie then runs from the classroom, giggling as she launches herself into Bucky's arms. Bucky grins, scooping Jamie up in his arms. He hugs her tightly, his smile widening at the sight of her being so enthusiastic. "Hey Squirt, how was your first day of 'big girl school'?"

"It was so fun dada! We made this!" Jamie says shoving a piece of paper in his face, I giggled softly as the paper was pressed into Bucky's face. From what I could see Jamie had doodled over it, three stick people, presumably the three of us, warming my heart. 

"Oh wow! Did you draw this?" Bucky asks. 

"Yes!" Jamie giggles, she climbs down from Bucky and moves to hug me. Bucky held the picture in his hand looking over it with a wide grin. "It's gorgeous, Jamie. I'm serious. I'm gonna frame it and hang it up, so I can look at it every day."

I grin happily and reach down picking Jamie up, holding her close to me. "Let's get you home, dada and I wanna hear all about your first day"

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I frowned as I looked at my now eight year old, she was standing next to the wall she had obviously scribbled all over wall, making it her personal canvas. I sighed as I looked to Bucky, it was obvious his patience was at an all-time low as he stared down at Jamie. He had his arms crossed over his chest, a deep frown on his face as he started at the colourful masterpiece on the wall. 

"Jamie, you know this was naughty don't you?" I say calmly as I crouch to her height. Her bottom lip trembles as she looks from me to the wall and then back to me again. She avoids Bucky's gaze, knowing he was the one more unhappy right now, with a small voice, she replies. 

"I'm sorry..."

Bucky scoffs, shaking his head before speaking. His voice is deep and stern.

"That's not good enough, Squirt. You knew better than to draw on the walls. Especially that wall, where you know we have photographs and stuff on it."

I lean a little closer to Bucky, hoping it would calm him down. He was never good at this stuff, it was different in his time, parents would come down hard on their kids, and he didn't realise how hard he would come down. 

"Bucks, I think a time out will do, won't it?" I ask. He lets out a frustrated sigh, his eyes never leaving Jamie. 

"Time out. No television for the rest of the week, and no colouring either. You clearly can't handle it yet" He says sternly. I watch as Jamie starts crying a little, my heart breaks. 

"Aw Bucks, that's a bit harsh.. why don't we just say a ten minute time out and no colouring for a few days?" I ask quietly, Bucky shoots me a look, his tone hard and irritated. 

"Seriously? I think what I said was more than fair, Doll, I'm being generous. She knew better." He snaps at me, I watch him for a moment, deciding what I would do. He glances back at Jamie, who is looking up at him with wide, teary eyes.

"Right" I say sternly, I turn to Jamie for a moment "Go to your room girlie, we'll be in there in a moment" 

Jamie's lower lip trembles again, a few tears slipping down her cheeks as she looks up at Bucky and me, not wanting to leave. She glances at the wall for a quick second before nodding, her voice timid and shaky.

"O-okay..."

She turns to go to her room, her little footsteps quiet against the floor. Once she was in her room I turned to Bucky, a glare over my face aimed at him. 

"Yelling at me?" I ask, my voice hard as I spoke "Really?"

Bucky lets out an aggravated sigh, his gaze meeting mine. He shakes his head, his tone equally irritated as he speaks.

"You serious?" He asks me in a tone that reminds me of the days we used to hate one another. "She knows better than to do things like this" He snaps, pointing to the wall, covered in pink crayon squiggles. 

"Bucky, I understand that, but you yelled at me, in front of our daughter!" I snap back, I was frustrated at him. Yes Jamie was naughty, but he yelled at me in front of her. We promised to never yell in front of her. Bucky's irritation quickly dissolved into guilt. He rakes a hand through his hair, looking away from me, his voice softening.

"Yeah... I'm sorry, Doll. You're right. I shouldn't have yelled at you. Damn, I just got so pissed and-" He lets out a heavy sigh, clearly hating himself for the outburst in front of Jamie.

"You need to apologise to me" I say sternly, I wanted to hug him, tell him it was okay, but it wasn't, I wouldn't be yelled at. We were past that. Bucky's shoulders sag with shame, his jaw clenching as he looks down at the ground. His voice is soft and regretful as he replies. 

"I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean to yell at you" He takes a hesitant step towards you, his hand raising to cup my face. I reach up cupping his hand, looking up into those perfect blue eyes. 

"I know darling, it happens again and I will make your life hell" I say with a sweet smile. Bucky lets out a shaky breath, he manages a weak smile as his thumb strokes my cheek slightly. 

"Noted" He says quietly, he pulls me into a hug, burying his face into my shoulder. 

"Now, go speak to your daughter, tell her you're sorry for yelling and speak to her like a human being" 

Bucky pulls back from my, and he takes my hand in his. "You're right...again...I'm sorry, I'll go talk to her right now" He presses a kiss to my cheek before releasing my hand and turning to Jamie's room. I followed him. Jamie was sitting on her small bed, her tiny legs swinging in the air as her hands fiddled with the edge of a stuffed animal. She looks up as the door opens, her eyes growing teary when she saw Bucky. 

"Squirt, can I talk to you for a minute?" 

"Yes dada" She answers sadly. Bucky walked further into the room, I walked in and leaned against the door frame, watching them. He crouched down and wrapped his arms around her small frame, pulling her into a side hug. 

"I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier, Squirt. I lost my temper, and I shouldn't have shouted at you like that, and I'm sorry I yelled at mama in front of you too"

"I'm sorry" She whispers "Uncle Loki told me it was okay to draw on the walls"

Bucky sighs, I copy, sighing too, of course it was Loki. 

"I can't wait to have a chat with Loki" I say quietly, a small smirk on my lips. Bucky chuckles and shakes his head as he glances at me. He looks back down at Jamie, using his fingers to gently tilt her head up, locking eyes with her. 

"Jamie, how about we forget about Loki for now...What you did was very naughty. You knew better than to draw on the walls, and you knew better than to listen to Loki. But I need you to understand that you have to remember and follow mama's and my rules. Can you do that for me?" He explains carefully. I smile softly, enjoying this side of Bucky much more than the one previously.  

"Yes daddy" She answers, a small smile on her lips now as he wipes her tears away. I watched as they cuddled close again, feeling left out, I walked over to them, sitting by Jamie and joining the hug. 

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I rushed into the Avengers common room in search of Bucky. I found him, sitting with Steve on the couch. 

"Hey doll, you alright? What's the rush?"

"It happened" I say dramatically as I flop down onto his lap, causing him to let out a noise and Steve to laugh. Bucky wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him, I watched as he glanced to Steve for a moment and then back to me with curious, confused eyes. 

"What happened, doll? You gotta be more specific than 'it happened'?" 

"Jamie" I whine about our now ten year old. "She called me...'mum'!"

"Jamie called you mum? That's the big thing that happened?" He asked, a smirk on his lips. I rolled my eyes at him. 

"I'm mama! I've always been mama! Not mum!" I whine. 

Bucky chuckles at me, I could see in his eyes he thought I was adorable. He shook his head in amusement, as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. 

"There's nothing wrong with being called mum, darling"

"Alright, we'll see how you feel when she calls you dad, no more dada, just dad "I say quietly. Bucky raises an eyebrow, giving a mock look of shock. He pretends to be offended, placing a hand over his chest and letting out an exaggerated gasp

"Just dad? No more dada? Oh, the horror!"

"I hate you" I mumble, I look up when the door opens, in walks Jamie, our ten year old, she was so tall, almost as tall as me now, her lovely brown hair flowed down her back, she didn't want to cut it. 

"Hey Squirt, perfect timing, we were just talking about you"

"Good for you" Jamie answers a little sarcastically, oh the sarcasm, her new thing. Bucky looks at me slyly, whispering just loud enough for me to hear. 

"She gets that attitude from you"

"Definitely from you" I mutter back. Bucky scoffs in mock offence, giving me a playful glare. 

"Hey that's not true. She gets it all from you, I'm a perfect, innocent angel" He argues. 

"Dad, you're definitely not an angel!" Jamie says, calling him dad, instead of dada for the first time, I watch him for his reaction. Bucky almost looks taken aback for a moment, his eyes growing wide with surprise. He stares at Jamie for a moment, obviously processing the change in address. 

"Did you just call me dad?" He asks. 

"Obviously, that's what you are" Jamie mutters as she sits down. Bucky frowns, he probably sees why I was sad earlier. 

"See" I mutter. Bucky gave a huff of displeasure, his expression one of annoyance. He looks over to me and rolls his eyes. 

"Yeah, yeah. Alright, point taken, it sucks" He mutters to me, he then turns to look at Jamie. "Hey, Squirt. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Jamie nods and moves to sit on Bucky's lap, squishing next to me. 

"Squirt, listen, you know you've always called me dada, right?"

"It's embarrassing, people at school take the mick because I call you mama and dada" She mumbles. 

"I understand that, Squirt, I get it...I just like it when you call us mama and dada, it's kind of like..." Bucky pauses for a moment. "Special, I guess"

"It's not like I call anyone else dad" She answers with a shrug. 

"I know, Squirt. And I'm not saying you have to keep calling me dada. If you wanna call me dad, that's fine. All I'm asking is that you don't stop calling me dada... Can you do that for me?"

"Fine...Can I go play on Uncle Tony's computer?" She asks. 

"Yeah, Squirt. You can go play on Uncle Tony's computer. Just make sure you don't delete any important files, or Stark will blow a fuse. And no playing those inappropriate games like last time." He says with a stern voice. Jamie nodded and rushed off, I snuggled a little closer to him. 

"See, I'm right, you're wrong" I giggle. He pokes my sides making me wiggle. 

"Oh shut it. You're right, I'm wrong. Are you happy now?"

"Always" I say, grinning.

"Smart arse"

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It was the morning of Jamie's thirteenth birthday, Bucky and I were in the kitchen together, a coffee mug in our hands. I looked to him, bumping my hip against his. 

"How is it we have a teenager? Like we own a teenager!" I said.

Bucky sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. He leaned against the counter, looking at me with a mixture of nostalgia and mild panic. 

"God, I don't know...It feels like just yesterday she was learning to walk and now we're about to have a full-blown teenager on our hands. How did that happen so fast?"

"Ugh" I groan "I don't know, I don't like it"

Bucky chuckles lightly, nodding in agreement. "Me neither, doll. I'm not looking forward to the attitude and the boys..."

I groan as he finishes talking "I hadn't even thought of boys" I mutter.

"Yeah, well, might wanna start thinking about it. Teenage hormones and all that. She's gonna start noticing the boys soon, if she hasn't already."

"Oh she has, fictional boys! Like in her books! I don't want her liking real boys!" I whine. Bucky laughs, shaking his head in amusement. 

"Yeah, well, like I said, teenage hormones. It's only a matter of time, Doll. And when that happens, all we can do is pray for sanity and prepare ourselves for a rollercoaster"

"I hate how accepting you are about this.. you know what boys mean right?" I say quickly. Bucky grins, chuckling at my scepticism. 

"Doll. I'm happy because she's growing up, she's healthy, and she's becoming her own person. Sure, it's gonna be tough and sometimes we're gonna be ready to lock her in her room and never let her out, but..." He says shrugging. "I'm just happy that she's ours, that she's here and that we get to watch her grow up"

"I hate it when you're all smart and shit" I grumble. Bucky chuckles, his amusement clear as he grins at my reaction. He steps closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Oh yeah? You hate it when I make sense, huh?"

"Mmm yes" I grin, wrapping my arms around his neck. Bucky leans in, gently nuzzling my neck. He runs one hand up my back, the metal arm wrapping firmly my waist. He brings his mouth close to my ear, his voice low and playful as he speaks. 

"You really hate it when I'm being all rational and reasonable?" 

"No" I whisper. Bucky hums softly, his fingers trace idle patterns across my back as he tightens his grip around my waist. He leans in, capturing my lips in a light, gentle kiss before pulling away just enough to whisper, his lips brushing against mine. 

"Oh no? Seems like you're starting to enjoying it now, doll?"

"I'm enjoying you" I mumble, moving my lips to kiss along his jaw, his beard tickled my lips. 

"Mhm, keep saying things like that,, and I might start to think you actually like it when I'm being all smart and sensible" He whispers. 

"I miss when we used to hate each other, you just fucked me then, without question...now we've gotta talk" I whine playfully. Bucky moves, leaning his forehead against mine, his eyes glinting with playful challenge and a hint of desire. 

"Aw, you don't like talking? You'd rather just get straight to the good part?" 

"Please?" I whisper. Bucky's mouth curves up into a sly grin, his eyes darken with increasing desire, and his hands move to gently grip my hips. 

"Kiss me" I whine. 

"You're needy today. But who I am to deny the lady what she so desperately need?" He leans in, his lips meeting mine in a heated kiss. His hands slide to the small of my back, drawing me in closer against his body as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth. Without breaking the kiss, he guides me backwards until I'm pinned between him and the counter, his body pressed closely against mine. 

"Ugh! Gross!" I heard Jamie whine, Bucky and I pulled apart at the sound of Jamie's voice, we shared an amused grins as we hold onto one another, still in a close embrace. 

"Oh come on, Squirt. Don't you like seeing your parents express their love for one another?" Bucky grins. I move away from Bucky and walk over to Jamie, I pull her into a close hug. 

"Happy birthday, baby girl" I say to her. Bucky chuckles, watching me and Jamie hug. He leans against the counter, still wearing a smile. He calls out playfully from across the room.

"Yeah, Happy Birthday, Squirt. You're officially a teenager now, so you and I will probably be butting heads sometime real soon."

"Better she argue with you than me, dad's real bad at winning arguments" I say as I giggle to my girl. Bucky rolls his eyes and pretends to look offended. 

"What? I win plenty of arguments, at least I think I do" He laughs, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression taking on a playful challenge. "You really wanna start this roll? Cause I can't argue with you right now" He says with a play wink. 

"Can you maybe keep your 'arguing' to when I'm not home?" Jamie mutters in a way that says she totally knew what Bucky was getting at. Bucky flushes slightly. I try to stifle a laugh but it's not use. 

"Ah, uh… right." Ahem "Sorry, Squirt. I'll keep the, uh, arguing...private."

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A year later, Jamie was fourteen, one evening she sat the two of us down in the living room, and paced in front of us. She obviously wanted to tell us something. 

"Alright, Squirt, what's going on?"

"You've got us all intrigued girlie" I say, smiling softly, having a small idea what this was about. Jamie stopped pacing, her face was bright red with a flush. 

"A boy asked me on a date" She mumbled. Bucky's face fell slightly, his overprotective nature rearing it's read. He straightened up on the couch, leaning forward slightly. He shared a worried look with me for a moment. 

"A boy? Who is this boy?" He asks, his voice serious and protective, I reach over placing a hand on his arm. 

"Oh Bucky cool it" I say to him, I then turn back to Jamie "Tell us about him, baby...Oh oh oh! Wait, is it the guy from your History class?" I ask excitedly, Jamie and I usually had girl nights and she told me about this boy, but told me to keep it a secret from Bucky. Bucky's initial serious expression turns slightly playful at my question. He raises an eyebrow, giving me a look that says, 'You knew about this?' He looks over at Jamie, his curiosity now definitely peaked, wondering if he's about to learn some new information regarding his teenage daughter's social life.

"There's a boy from your history class you didn't tell me about?"

"Its a girls thing" I answer with a shrug, as I share a grin with Jamie. "Well, is it?"

Jamie rolls her eyes, obviously exasperated by both of our eagerness but also seemingly amused. "Yeah mum, it's the boy from history class" She admits with a slightly blush on her cheeks. 

I squeal happily "I'm so happy for you girlie, when's the date, what's the plan? Also I want to meet this guy, and dad will drive you both to the date and pick you up okay?"

Jamie grins at my enthusiasm, her blush deepening as she giggles at my excitement. "Thanks, Mum." She turns to Bucky, giving him a look that says, 'You're in for it, old man.'

"The date is next weekend, we're gonna go bowling. And yes, Dad, you can drive us and pick us up."

A few hours later when Bucky and I crawled into bed, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me in closer, he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. 

"I can't believe our girl has a date. I think I just aged twenty years"

"Careful old man, you're already what, one hundred and twenty?" I ask playfully, he rolls his eyes and nudges me gently. 

"Ha ha, very funny. I'll have you know I'm actually only one hundred and nineteen, thank you very much"

"Only" I snort. 

"You love giving me a hard time, don't you? You just can't resist teasing this old man, can you?"

"Nope, look they're only fourteen, what's the worse that could happen?" I ask. Bucky sighs, his overprotective nature coming through. 

"Well, I could list about a dozen worst-case scenarios right now, but I won't. I want our little girl to be safe and smart, you know?" He says quietly, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. 

"She's a smart kid, and they're going bowling, and you know Jamie, she knows what's right and wrong" I say, Bucky nods, acknowledging that I was right. 

"I know, I know. Jamie's a smart girl. I trust her judgment. It's just, I don't know, seeing her grow up so fast...I want to protect her" He pauses, letting out a sigh. "But you're right, it's just bowling. There's nothing to worry about...right?"

"The most that'll happen is our girl will get her first kiss" I say with a shrug. Bucky groans, rubbing his face with hand. 

"Ugh, I can't even...the idea of our little girl kissing some boy just...it doesn't sit well with me" He mutters. 

"He's a nice boy from what I've heard, nerdy type"

"A nerdy type huh? Oh, that's just swell. Now my little girl's gonna be making out with a geek in an alley while they discuss quantum physics or something." He wrinkles his nose, half-jokingly.

"Bucky" I say, giggling at his words. 

"What? I'm just saying, I didn't expect our daughter's first kiss to be with some dork who spends his free time building robots or something. I expected... I don't know, a cute jock, or maybe a charming bad boy."

"Oh I did, remember how obsessed she was with Peter when she was little? It was always gonna be a nerdy boy, Bucks"

Bucky chuckles, obviously remembering how Jamie would follow Peter around, always sit in his lap. 

"Oh yeah, that phase" He says with a sigh "Yeah, I guess you're right, better than a greasy bad boy, I suppose"

"Exactly, she's the opposite of me, I fell for the bad boy" I say with a giggle, moving slightly to kiss his jaw. Bucky laughs, a teasing glint in his eyes. 

"Oh, we're bringing up the past now, are we? Well then, I should remind you that you didn't just fall for any bad boy. You fell for me. The original bad boy"

"What makes you the original?" I ask with a smirk. 

"Because sweetheart, I was the first bad boy. The one that started it all. All these other "bad boys" today are just pale imitations of the original: me." He winks, his tone playful and confident.

"You're a dork" I answer, snuggling close, feeling a little sleepy. Bucky pulls me in close, nuzzling his face into my neck. 

"Oh, I'm your dork, and don't you forget it. You're stuck with me"

"Forever I hope" I answer in a yawn. His arms tighten just slightly around me. 

"Yeah, forever. No doubt about that, doll. We're in this thing for the long haul"

"Goodnight darling" I whisper. Bucky presses a soft kiss to my temple and starts to run his fingers through my hair. "Goodnight, dollface, sweet dreams"

The next day, Bucky and I waited in the living room for Jamie to finish school, the plan was she would bring Lucas, her date home with her, and then Bucky would drive the two of them to their bowling date. Bucky as usual was on edge, he was pacing back and forth in the living room, checking the time every few minutes. 

"Be nice" I warn him for the hundredth time. 

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be nice, I promise" He says as he rolls his eyes. 

Jamie finally walks through the door with a nervous looking boy behind her, it's funny, he kind of looks like how Peter looked at that age. 

"Hi, you must be Lucas" I say excitedly. Lucas, he boy, nods nervously, clearly feeling intimidated. 

"Yeah, uh, hi. It's nice to meet you"

I smile again and introduce myself to the boy "And this is Bucky, it's so nice to meet you!"

Lucas turns his gaze to Bucky and gulps slightly. He extends a hand cautiously, as if he's about to shake hands with a wild animals. He gives Bucky a polite nod. 

"Uh, hi Mr Barnes, it's...nice to meet you"

Bucky looks down at Lucas' extended hand, not immediately shaking it. He stares into Lucas' eyes, as if sizing him up. After what feels like an eternity, Bucky finally takes Lucas' hand and gives it a firm, slightly aggressive, shake. I move to slap Bucky's arm. 

"Be nice" I whisper. Bucky grumbles under his breath, then reluctantly releases Lucas' hand. He shoots me a sidelong glance, giving me a 'Really?' look. 

"Mum, could you help me in my room?" Jamie asks, her cheeks were flushed red. I nod and follow her to her bedroom, once we were inside I shut the door behind me. 

"What do I wear!" She cried. I wanted to laugh softly and bring her in close, but I didn't. I could coo over how cute my daughter was later. 

"Uhh so bowling, how about a cute pair of shorts?" I suggest. Jamie glances over to her dresser, considering the suggestion. 

"Yeah... okay" She answers, she sifts through her draws and grabs a cute pair of denim shorts, and a tank top. 

"How about these?" She asks. 

"They're cute, but maybe not the tank top?" I suggest gentle. Jamie ponders, then grabs a plaid flannel shirt instead of the tank top. 

"You're right, the tank top feels a bit too revealing for the first date"

"That's my smart girl" I grin. She quickly gets dressed and throws her hair up in a cute ponytail, she adjusts her outfit in the mirror.

"How do I look?"

"So beautiful darling" I whisper stepping behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her for a moment. 

"Thanks mama, I hope Lucas likes my outfit" She whispers, her blue eyes shining with worry. 

"If he doesn't, he's a fool" I say, kissing her cheek. Jamie grins, she takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. 

"Yeah, you're right"

We walk back into the living room, I tell the kids to go wait in the car, before Bucky follows I grab the front of his shirt. 

"You be nice in that car, don't you embarrass our girl!" I warn, and once I finished being scary, I kissed his lips. Bucky raised his eyebrows, he places his hands on my hips, holding me close. 

"Relax, doll. I promise I'll behave. No embarrassing Jamie in front of the boyfriend, I've got this" He smirks, and pulls me closer, capturing my lips with a passionate kiss. 

"See you later" I mumble against his lips, feeling a little breathless. He lets go of me and leaves the house. I spend the next few hours relaxing until Bucky and Jamie come home. 

"Hey girlie, how was it?" I ask excitedly. Jamie grins, clearly excited. 

"It was great mum! Lucas is super funny and smart, and he's awful at bowling. We had so much fun!" She grins, I notice she looks tired as she yawns a little. 

"Aw baby girl, I'm so happy, go wash up for bed, okay?" I say smiling. Jamie nods, she hugs me and then disappears to her room, leaving Bucky and me alone. 

"The boy is a nerd, cute kid though. But he's definitely got his whole future mapped out, with Jamie included" He says taking a step closer to me. 

"Hey, if he's serious about our girl, she'll never experience heartbreak and I'm so okay with that" I answer warily. I'd rather my girl never get hurt by anyone. 

"Yeah, I suppose that's true. The boy definitely seems into her. I gave him the whole dad talk in the car...the if-you-hurt-my-daughter-I'll-break-you speech. And I must've seemed pretty convincing because, let's just say he nearly wet himself"

"Bucky" I scolded "I told you to behave!"

Bucky puts up his hands in defense, a lighthearted grin on his face. "Hey, I promised I'd behave, and I did. Mostly" He reaches out to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. "Just wanted to make sure he understands the rules, doll. Can't have some punk kid messing with our girl"

I roll my eyes and laugh. I didn't want to admit he had a point, but also I felt bad for Lucas. Bucky was scary on good days. 

"Oh come on, you can't blame a guy for wanting to intimidate a random kid who's taking HIS little girl on a date. That's just paternal instinct" He says as he leans in, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. 

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I felt my eyes burn with proud tears as I looked at Jamie, she was sixteen now. And all dressed up for her first ever prom. She looked so grown up it hurt my heart. Her dress made her look so grown up, and the heels, it was making me cry. 

"Looks like our little girl is nearly all grown up" He whispers to me. 

"She's beautiful" I whisper back as I take another picture.  Bucky nods in agreement, pride shining in his eyes. 

"Yeah she is. Beautiful and smart, and compassionate. Just like her mum" He glances at me, a hint of a smile on his lips. He reaches for me, wrapping his arm around my waist, giving it a squeeze. 

"Jamie baby, when is Luke getting here?" I ask about her boyfriend. They'd been boyfriend-girlfriend since they were both fourteen, and it was the sweetest thing ever. Jamie glances down at her phone, a mix of excitement and nerves on her face. 

"He should be here any minute mum, I can't believe this is actually happening, my first prom!"

"I know darling" I say happily. "Now remember our rules, no drinking, no drugs and definitely no after party"

Jamie rolls her eyes dramatically, but her voice is firm. "I know mum. You've told me like a million times. I get it, I'm not gonna do any of that, promise" There's a hint of playful defiance in her voice, beneath that, I can tell she takes my rules seriously. At least most of the time. 

"That's my girl" I whisper, moving to cup her cheek gently. Jamie smiles. 

"Thanks mama" She whispers back. A knock on the door signals the arrival of Jamie's date, and Jamie glances at Bucky. 

"Dad, can you get the door please?"

Bucky opens the door and in walks Luke, looking very smart, he usually looked smart, maybe a little disheveled. But today he was dressed in a black suit, and his hair was all neat. He looks both nervous and excited. 

"Lucas" Bucky greets him with a nod, his voice calm and authoritative. 

"You remember our rules?" I say to Luke. Lucas quickly nods, a look of slight intimidation in his eyes. 

"Yes, ma'am. No drinking, no drugs and no after parties. I swear" He answers as he straightens his suit jacket. 

"Okay!" I say happy with his answer. "Let me take some pictures and then you're free to go!"

Luke nods again, he moves to stand next to Jamie, he gives her a quick, nervous smile and Jamie blushes. My heart swells at how happy she looks. I smile widely and take a few pictures of the two of them. 

After a few photos, the pair leave for their prom, leaving me with wet eyes and Bucky not far off. Bucky turns to me, his expression a mix of nostalgia and affection. 

"She looks so grown up, doll. Our little girl, going to her first prom"

"It's going so fast" I whine a little, I step closer to him and wrap my arms around his middle. 

"I know doll, It seems like just yesterday she was a little toddler, running around the house causing trouble. Now she's all grown up, going to prom, dating some punk kid. Time sure flies" He says with a little sniffle. 

"It sure does...I'm glad we stopped hating one another, we would never of had this life if we kept arguing all the damn time" I say quietly, the arguments we used to have when we hated each other, before Jamie, such a faded memory now. 

"Yeah, thank god we got past our differences. If we hadn't, we wouldn't have had this amazing life together. This family, our beautiful daughter. I wouldn't trade it for anything"

"Neither would I, I love you, forever" I whisper, hugging him a little tighter. Bucky smiles softly, he moves to take my hand in his, he lifts my hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on my skin. 

"I love you too, doll, more than anything" He whispers, his lips moving against my skin. "Forever and always"

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Masterlist

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