#if you know what any of the stuff i used means. thank you

[damn-stark]

Hi! I am not sure if you are still taking requests but if you do I have this idea where husband! Hwang Jun-ho and wife!reader expect a babyboy after he is done with the games and stuff and he can finally focus on his family he is extremely grateful to have. I dont know if this is interesting enough 😀

You come first

Hwang Jun-ho x fem!reader

A/N- this was such a great request thank you :)

Warning- Fluff! And talks of pregnancy

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“Hello?” His call echoes down the hall as he walks past the front door.

He waits for an answer, but he receives silence, utter silence when usually you’d be quick to answer as you’re excited that he made it back home with a beating heart, but alas, there’s not even music playing from any part of the house. Usually, the music is on so the house doesn’t feel so alone, but…there’s silence.

Thus Jun-ho walks in further and calls out your name before following up with his next question. “Are you home?”

Silence is the immediate response once again, but this time he doesn’t get to fill it with one last question because you finally make yourself known. “Yes!”

Seconds later the sound of your feet hitting the floor grows louder the closer you get, until finally you round the corner of the hall and stop to greet him. “Hey.” You smile timidly, but Jun-ho doesn’t process the way you smile because he closes the gap between you to press a kiss on your cheek.

“Hey,” he says softly before pressing another kiss on your lips.

When he pulls back he raises the bag of take-out food to show it off. “Hungry?” He asks.

You sigh and nod stiffly before you leave the hall and take the bag of food to take it into the kitchen. Usually, you tend to fill this time with different conversations and questions, but nothing is said while you get ready for dinner and Jun-ho doesn’t even have the mind to question it because his mind is elsewhere just like yours.

Thus having two lost minds results in a prolonged silence that sticks with you until after dinner when you’re both in the kitchen washing the dishes you used.

“I want to tell you something,” Jun-ho breaks the silence first, making you lift your gaze off the dish you’re drying to look at him.

“What is it?” You probe.

Jun-ho draws out a deep breath and turns the water off to give you all his attention and not have the sound of the running water be a pesky third wheel. Which in turn makes you put the dry plate down to then give him your undivided attention.

“I decided…I am going to abandon my search of the Island and In-ho,” he reveals, causing your breath to hitch and words to fail to form in your mind, leaving room for him to continue.

“You gave me an ultimatum when I barely escaped with my life—”

“But I told you—” You cut him off but he doesn’t let you finish.

“It doesn’t matter if you took it back. A part of you still feels that way. You just chose to push it aside for the sake of our marriage,” he says everything you feel but never wanted to tell him for exactly that, the sake of your marriage. So now that he says the exact words you kept inside, you feel a weight lift off your chest, but something else still weighs you down.

“But I won’t put it at risk anymore. I won’t destroy my marriage or my family, and everything I love because of this obsession because you’re right…it was an obsession,” he continues to share everything that he was thinking over on his ride home and while you were eating dinner. “And I can’t let it continue to plague my every thought.”

You sigh deeply and slowly lower your head to gather your thoughts before you interject. “Are you sure?” You question him as you slowly meet his gaze again. Not because you doubt him, but because you know what it meant to him.

“Your brother. That Island. It all means too much to you for you to just throw it all away,” you get that last weight off your chest, making him close the small gap left between you to cradle your cheek ever so softly.

“I’m certain,” he presses confidently. “And you know why? Because I have you. You mean more to me than any of that. Besides, you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. I know that now.”

You let out a deep breath and cup his hand before offering him a relieved smile. “Good. I’m glad…I am sorry that you have to now suffer the pain of having to leave it behind, but I am happy you chose to,” you say softly before you caress the back of his hand and then lean in to gently smash your lips on his, bringing a passion that makes him cradle your face with two hands so he can deepen the kiss.

Sure the act of passion doesn’t last but that’s because you pull away with a shy smile and a gleam in your eyes. “I have to add that I am glad that you chose to leave that dangerous mission behind because I have something to tell you,” you pause and pull one of his hands off your face to press his palm on your belly.

Jun-ho is confused for a second, but only for a second because he then understands what you’re trying to tell him without using any words.

“Are you sure?” He gasps.

You grin slowly and nod. “I was reading the results the doctor sent when you came in,” you share your previous silence. And before either of you can embrace each other or make any sort of commotion, you wrap his hand with yours and pull it to your lips. “So promise me that you are certain about your choice because if you’re not and you leave again. I…won’t be here to wait for you. We’ll leave and this time there won’t be second chances because he comes first now.”

Jun-ho grabs your face again so you can hold his gaze and he nods confidently, making tears crawl out of your eyes and your heart tskip a beat with glee.

“You come first. You and our child,” he assures you with his eyes brimming with tears, but unlike you his tears don’t fall. He smiles a purely blissful smile as he looks at you with all the love in the world.

“And how can you possibly know that we’re having a boy?” He asks with a laugh.

You giggle. “I’m starting to manifest a boy.”

He chuckles and then pulls you for a long and loving kiss filled with all his joy and excitement, and overfilling you with that bliss as your lips are molded together.

[marauder-misprint]

Hello!! I’m your new follower and honestly your fics are so good 🥺 I love the “these damn stairs” one and I wonder if u could write part 2 because shy reader and gentle super friendly Remus trope is the best heh.

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Here is part 2 to 'These damn stairs' and there will be a part 3 because I can't just let it end here :) Might be a few days before I'm able to post part 3 because I got some really good requests in my inbox that I want to get to!

'It's a date'

Remus Lupin x reader

2.2k words

cw: fluff

Talking to Remus still felt like you had the eyes of the school on you. This meant that it was Remus who talked first. You would give him a small smile or a wave when you passed him on your way to a different class, but it was always him who came up to your desk before or after a class you had together. It was him who still came to sit with you at lunch; your friends warmed up to him quickly and proceeded to tease you about him when he was gone. 

You continued to study with him too. He’d wait for you outside the library before walking with you back to the small table from that first study session. With every passing day, you slowly began to be more comfortable in his presence. You were able to hold a conversation with him. It was a slow growing friendship, but it was growing. 

“You’re sure you don’t mind studying with just me?” you had asked once, worrying that he missed all of the attention that he used to get in the library because he was smart and nice. 

He just smiled at you, leaning toward you to say, “I really don’t mind. I’d rather work with you over anyone else.” 

That left you blushing for the rest of your time in the library that evening. Remus always knew what to say to get that blush to reappear. More often than not, you would leave your encounters with Remus with a pink face and racing heart. 

You were thrown off when you showed up to study with Remus on Saturday and he wasn’t waiting for you outside the library. You considered waiting for him to show up but decided to check inside just in case. You found him sitting at a larger table with his friends. There were open chairs on either side of him with the other three boys on the opposite side of the table. The sight sent your mind spinning as you tried to remember the conversation when you discussed studying today. You didn’t recall him mentioning the rest of the Marauders would be there. Plans must’ve changed. 

You headed toward a different table, your usual before you started sitting with Remus. You didn’t want to interrupt their “Marauders Study Session.” 

However, as soon as he saw you, Remus called you over.

“You know James, Peter, Sirius, yeah? Hope you don’t mind they came today. I’m afraid they need the extra push to get stuff done.”

You do mind but god forbid you say something and make a scene. So you nodded and sat down next to Remus. You attempted to keep your things more consolidated than you usually do. You didn’t want to encroach on Peter’s or Sirius’ space. It took you longer to fall into your studying groove with the entirety of the Marauders at the same table as you; you’re positive that anyone and everyone passing by is confused by it. You felt like an outsider intruding on something sacred. It didn’t help that every time you looked up, you swore at least one of them was looking at you or Remus. You’re a bit uncomfortable. It’s not like you’ve ever really talked to any of them. 

“So, erm, how long has this been a thing?” Peter asked after you caught your eye from across the table. 

A thing? What on earth did that boy mean?

“Excuse me?” 

“We’ve been studying together for a little over two weeks,” Remus said, shooting you a quick smile.

Oh That’s all.

Remus’ answer made the question make more sense. You supposed it was a thing that Remus was studying with one person rather than a herd of girls and essentially playing teacher. You berated yourself for thinking that Peter had meant something more. 

“Right, studying,” Sirius said with a smirk. 

Nope. What?

You pursed your lips together and train your eyes on your assignment. That is what you had been doing with Remus. That’s all you’ve been doing.

“Shut it, Padfoot,” Remus warned. 

He glared at his friends. He had warned them ahead of time to be nice to you, to try not to scare you off. He knows you are shy and more reserved. He didn’t want to cancel studying with you so that his nimrod friends didn’t fall behind on their own assignments. But now, he was beginning to regret inviting them. 

Remus reached for a small scrap of parchment and scribbled on it, “Don’t worry about them” before sliding it into your view. You took notice of it and nodded. He lowered his head to get into your view as well. He raised his eyebrows as if asking that you’re okay. You drew a simple smiley face on the parchment. He nodded and returned to his own assignment. With both of your heads bowed in focus, you missed the shared look between the other three boys. You were able to get some work done. The lingering feeling of eyes on you was impossible to shake. You tried to think of a reason why they would be so interested in you, but you kept coming up short. Well, not completely. You had ideas, but each seemed more ridiculous than the last and one was just downright hopeful. 

“Is it true you started talking because you got your foot stuck in that damn step?” James asked as he closed a book he was using for his Herbology assignment.

“Prongs!” Remus hissed as your face turned beet red. 

“Uh, I guess?” you said meekly. 

You tried not to think about that embarrassing day, even if it did lead to your first real interaction with Remus. It wasn’t a moment you wanted to relive. 

“Must’ve been some fall though,” James continued, despite the glared daggers from Remus. “Certainly got our boy’s attention.”

Remus’ face was beginning to turn red as well at this point. He really, really wanted James to stop talking; it was at the point where he was debating Silencio. 

“Oh? What… what do you mean?” you asked, biting the inside of your cheek. 

Sirius snorted a laugh. “Sweetheart, you should hear how much he talks about you.” 

Your eyes went wide. You weren’t sure what you had expected but it wasn’t that. It took a second for the words to fully sink in. Remus talked… about you? Often? With enough frequency that his friends made note of it? Is that why it felt like they kept staring at you? They were just trying to figure out what Remus found so intriguing about you? 

You turned to see Remus holding his head in his hands. You gently placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Remus?” 

A horrible thought crossed your mind: What if this was all just a prank on you and Remus was collateral? What if he didn’t actually talk about you and now he’d have to admit that? 

He ran his hands through his hair before looking at you. His face was bright red, highlighting each scar that ran across his nose and cheeks brilliantly. 

“Can we talk privately? Before I murder these gits?” he asked you in a low voice with pleading eyes. 

“Yeah. Yeah,” you breathed, standing up and waiting to follow Remus through the shelves.

He led you further than you would’ve expected from the table. You assumed that he really didn’t want the boys overhearing whatever you were going to talk about. With each step, you felt your heart rate increase. Maybe he thought you were going to cry at what he was going to say and didn’t want to do that near them. 

“I think we’re far enough. No hearing extension charm they’re capable of reaches this far,” he said, leaning back against the wall with some kind of effortless allure. 

“Are you okay?” you asked. 

You stood a few steps away from him. If something was going to go down, you wanted to have some space between you. 

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. I’m fine,” he said as he watched you with cautious eyes. “Usually their teasing doesn’t get to me this bad.” He let out an awkward chuckle. 

“Are they teasing you about being friends with me?” you asked, your chest filling with dread. 

You wrapped your arms around yourself to brace for the worst. Remus was popular. He was so well-liked. He was so good with people. And you liked to stay out of the spotlight. Some people thought you were a little standoffish, but so be it. You could see where his friends were coming from. 

Suddenly, you felt hands on your shoulders. And you looked up to see Remus’ warm eyes. 

“They are teasing me about being just friends with you,” he said softly. 

You rolled your lips against each other. What did he mean by that? Just friends? 

“Because I do talk about you a lot. I practically only study with you. I go out of my way to cross paths with you so I can see your smile. I hope this doesn’t sound creepy, but I stare at you from across the Great Hall when I don’t sit next to you.” He paused for a moment to see if you had any reaction yet. “And this is going to sound mean, but I’m so glad you fell on those stairs. It brought you into my life.” He waited again. “Please say something, love.” 

“Okay,” you said as your cheeks tinged pink. “So they aren’t making fun of me? This isn’t some kind of prank?” 

“No. It’s not a prank. The only one being made fun of is me because I wanted to wait longer.”

“Wait longer for what?” 

“Listen. I meant it when I said you are pretty. I meant it when I said I don’t want to study with anyone else. I mean it when I say I can’t get you out of my head. I just wanted to wait longer to be sure… sure that you’d say yes. Sure that you like me.” 

You tilted your head.

“Of course I like you, Remus.”

“But as more than friends? Would you be willing to go on a date with me?”

Your breath hitched. Had Remus just said a bunch of sweet things about you? Yes, and it made your face feel hot. But it was the question that really sealed the deal. He wanted to be sure that you’d say yes. 

“I’d really like that.” You broke into a wide smile. “You thought I wouldn’t say yes?” 

Remus let out the breath he was holding and mirrored your smile. He pulled you into a tight hug before answering. 

“I’ve wanted to ask you out since the first time we studied together. I didn’t want to move too fast. I didn’t want you to think I was trying to jump you or something.” 

You laughed into his chest and he slowly let you go. 

“So all of that back there, that was them being tired of listening to you pine?” you asked.

“Seems like it. I told them to be nice to you, but I guess I didn’t tell them to be nice to me.”

“I mean, I’d say it was pretty nice of them to get you a date,” you said teasingly.

“I’m still the one who asked!” he tried to defend himself.

You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, but would you have asked if they weren’t here?”

“Not today, no. Maybe in another week or so. I told you, I was waiting to be sure.”

“For a smart bloke, you really should’ve known that if you asked me out on the stairs, I would’ve said yes.”

“Wait, what?” He looked down at you in surprise. 

“Merlin, I’ve had a crush on you for a while. It’s part of what made falling into the stair so mortifying.”

“Those damn stairs, right?” he chuckled as you started walking back to the table. Then he cleared his throat. “So, Hogsmeade next weekend?”

“It’s a date.” 

The three boys were working when you returned. When they looked up, they had matching looks of anticipation on their faces. Neither of you said anything as you sat down and started to work. Without speaking, you seemed to agree that you weren’t going to say anything unless they asked. 

“So?” Peter asked. “Did Remus grow a pair?” 

“Always had a pair, Peter,” Remus said dryly. 

“Moony,” he whined before turning his attention to you. “Did he… you know?”

“Well, she might not know. Because if he didn’t, how would she know?” Sirius said. 

You rolled your eyes with a shake of your head. 

“What if he did and she said no? That’d be something,” James mused. “Although I don’t think they’d be so… content? Peaceful? Somber? Pleased-looking?”

“But wouldn’t they both look much happier if he asked and she said yes?” Peter asked.

“Oi! We are right here,” Remus interjected. “I asked. She said yes. You are to stay away from us in Hogsmeade. Now, work. I want to see finished essays.”

“Our boy became a man!” Sirius said, wiping an invisible tear from his eye. “We’re so proud of you.”

“Padfoot. Essay. Now,” Remus commanded before shooting you a wide grin. 

You could tell that he was pretty proud of himself too. 

tags: @allformoony, @oursweetmoony, @moonyswifee

[baronessvonglitter]

Guessing Game

stepdad!Javier Pena x fem!Reader

Word count: 2.8K

Summary: Your stepfather is a DEA agent. When he finds drugs in your room you have to find a way to keep yourself out of trouble.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. Step-cest (if that's an ick for you please do not read - you are responsible for the content you consume 🖤). Age gap (reader is early twenties, Javi is mid-to-late forties). Reader wears makeup and a dress and has hair long enough to get in her face. Cocaine use. Sexual proposition/exploitation. Dub con. (Reader is high during the act.) Oral (m receiving). Drug use during oral. Come swallowing. Fingering. *Spanish terms at the bottom. If I've missed anything please lmk!

Author's note: Big thanks to those of you who asked about this when it was just a baby wip -- now it's fully grown and I so appreciate the support! 💜

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"Please tell me you're coming out tonight."

You pause a moment before answering your friend Gabi, switching your phone to your other ear as you check your reflection in the mirror. You apply dark burgundy lipstick to your bottom lip: Guessing Game by MAC, and top it with a swipe of clear gloss.

"I'll be there. You can bet your tits on that," you tell her with a smirk before you end the call.

Sure, you're technically still in trouble for staying out all night the past weekend. That's the thing that sucks about  commuting to college instead of moving out-- having to stay under your mom's roof and adhere to her rules.

Not just her rules, oh no. Your new stepfather is a hard-ass too, and a DEA agent on top of that. Javier Peña's over half your age and a stickler for rules. He's down your throat any chance he gets when you talk back to your mom or do anything that he finds disrespectful. 

It's stressful having to walk such a thin line. You deserve to go out tonight and show off the slinky, short black dress you're secretly borrowing from your mom's closet. It's not like she wears stuff like this anymore. She won't miss it for one night.

Almost ready to go, you do a last minute checklist. The only thing missing from your purse is your baggie. 

Shit! Where is it? You check your usual hiding place but find nothing. Your stomach swirls with unease.

"Looking for this?"

You turn to the sound of the deep voice coming from your doorway. There stands Javier, big bad DEA stepdad, holding your baggie of coke between thumb and forefinger.

"That's not mine," you automatically deny. 

"Bullshit," he mutters, stepping into the room. "I found it in here earlier. You want to tell me what you're doing with cocaine, chiquita?"

"Like I said, it's not mine," you insist. Deny, deny, deny. 

"How stupid do you think I am, huh? Just be damn glad I found it and not your mother. She'd kick your ass out on the streets for having this." The offending white powder in its baggie looks tiny in his large hand.

"Did I interrupt your big plans tonight?" he asks smoothly, shutting your bedroom door behind him. "Were you gonna go out and party, do a few lines, let some pendejo fuck you up the ass?"

"Javi!" You instinctively cover yourself as his eyes linger over your figure in that short, tight dress.

He comes around the bed, towering over you as you sit on the edge. Still in his suit and tie and his hair still in its neat, swept-to-the-side style, you imagine he must have just gotten off work. His dark eyes challenge you to do one more thing to piss him off. Despite the severe disdain you hold for one another, in the back of your mind you've always wanted to fuck him. Him being alone with you in your room, that dangerous, pissed-off look in his eyes only serves to make you wet. 

"You should know better," he says. "I can't have a fucking druggie for a stepdaughter."

"I'm sorry," you mumble. "But you shouldn't be going through my shit anyway."

"That's not a fucking apology, cariño," he gripes. "When you say 'sorry, but' that means you're not truly fucking sorry."

"You're giving me a fucking semantics lesson now?"

"Don't fucking talk back to me," he growls. "I'm not your mom, I'll beat your ass."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Keep it down, she's asleep in the next room."

It's late and by now your mom's taken her sleeping pill. You'd counted on her staying practically unconscious as you snuck out. Until Javi came along. You don't know what his plot is but the fact that he's here in your room with the door closed and it's half past midnight gives you a feeling that he wants something he shouldn't be asking for.

"Just.. give it back to me. I'll flush it, I promise."

A dark chuckle leaves his throat and sends a chill up your spine. He holds the baggie out and flicks it with his finger. "Who's your plug, baby? Give me that much. Possession with intent to distribute is a worse crime than just possession. You could get off with just a slap on the wrist if you just give me a name."

"I'm not telling you shit.."

"That stubborn, eh, princesita?" He smirks at even you have to admit he's a little handsome when he looks at you like that. But you still fucking hate him. You make a low sound in your throat, akin to a growl.

“You got something in your throat, chica?”

“No.. but I’d like to..”

His gaze darkens as he looks down at you, that barely-there dress leaving so little to the imagination. He recognizes it from his wife's closet, the very same dress she wore when they went on their first date. And now it fits you like a second skin. "Careful, chica. You might be an adult under the law, but you have no idea what the real fucking world is like."

"What are you gonna do, turn me in?" you challenge him.

"Maybe we can come to a compromise," he says, his gaze on your wet, glossy, darkened lips. "I'll keep quiet about the drugs if you do something for me."

"Like what?" You lean back on the bed, acting bored with the conversation though you're secretly glad he's about to let you off the hook.

"You're a smart girl. Use your imagination."

You separate your gaze from his, traveling down to the prominent bulge in his trousers.

"You're disgusting, you know that? Exploiting your own stepdaughter like that.."

He shrugs. "I have no problem bringing you in for this. It's a shame, though. You're a bright kid, you have your whole future ahead of you. You gonna let a little cocaina put an end to all that?"

"Fuck you," you mutter, sitting up. What does it matter anyway? It's just a dick. Not like you haven't sucked a few in your time. "Fine. I fucking blow you and you don't tell anyone about the coke, okay?"

A little smile curls his lips upward. "Deal, princesita."

He puts the baggie on the nightstand where you can't reach it and turns to you, hands on his hips. You realize he's waiting for you to start. 

Smart guy, having you make the first move so it's not on him later. "Nobody knows about this, either," you demand, your fingers hovering just over his belt buckle.

His breath hitches before answering, excitement hidden in his voice. "Just between us."

You feel your heartbeat in your throat as you undo his belt and pants, letting them fall to the floor. He's wearing white briefs, though you know him to typically go commando when he's not working.

"That's it, bebita linda," he coos as you free him from his underwear. His thick erection curves upward, slapping his belly as it swells and rises. Your mouth waters just feasting your eyes upon it.

"Ain't got all night," he grumbles.

"So fucking impatient," you grumble back, wrapping your hand around his hefty cock. It's bigger than any you've ever had, already weeping from the tip. Without hesitation you lick up the salty precum, delighting in the way his breath catches in his throat.

"It's not gonna suck itself," he grunts, putting his hand on the back of your head and pushing you towards him. "C'mon, baby, wanna see that pretty lipstick ruined and slopped all over my cock. The deal doesn't count if you're just gonna give it kitten licks."

Grabbing the base in one hand you slide the tip between your lips. Already it feels like too much, but you're not going to let him think he's got the best of you. 

"Open wide, baby, I know you can suck a cock better than that."

Forcing back an exasperated sigh you practically unhinge your jaw to get your whole mouth around him, his fat cockhead hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. Javi laughs as you pull away.

"You a fucking amateur, mia linda?" he chuckles. "Or am I just too big for that bratty mouth?"

"Fuck you."

He grabs you by the chin and forces you to look up at him. Your eyes are big, wide, a hint of fear there mixed with desire. "Be good for me. Or do you need something more to keep you sweet?"

He reaches for the baggie and scoops out a small amount, making a nice line on the top of his cock. 

"C'mon, do a line for me, sugar." He brings your head down and immediately you snort the white powder off his dick.

"There you go.. putting those vices to good use for once. Now maybe you'll suck my cock like the proper little slut you are."

You're still sniffling up the remnants of the coke when he shoves himself inside your mouth again, the bitter taste of the drug mixing with the salty taste of his flesh. 

"Relax your throat," he commands. "I can't believe I have to tell you how to suck a cock," he tsk-tsks.

Your eyes are brimming over with tears as you take him deep inside your throat. He stays there, guiding your movements with his hands on the back of your head. You start to breathe through your nose as your airway gets stuffed full of Javi's throbbing dick.

"Just look at that pretty mouth, pretty purple lips spread open wide around my cock," he whispers. "That's right, baby, get my cock all messy with your lipstick."

He lets you pull away from him to catch your breath before pushing back in, thrusting into your mouth. Whether you like it or not, saliva fills your mouth, making the slide in easier. If he knew your pussy was getting just as wet right now he'd take full advantage.

By now the coke is taking effect, making your heart flutter, and your pleasure receptors are buzzing off the charts. If you were only a reluctant participant before, you're voracious now. You put all your effort into blowing Javier, eager for his moans and sharp curses, even when he pulls out and taps your cheek with his dick you can't help but giggle, seeking him out with your tongue so you can drag it along his length.

Soon you're getting into a rhythm, following his lead as he thrusts into your mouth, pulling you away, only to push in again, stuffing you full and deep as he grabs your hair. Your mascara runs down your face, black streaks down your cheeks, lipstick smeared, Javi's dick now a strange purple.

He likes watching his whole member disappearing inside you, excited by the way you're learning to take him. He stops playing nice and stuffs himself down your throat, shoving himself deep and thrusting shallowly while your arms flail in a vain attempt to push away from him.

"Nuh-uh.. we agreed. I can just take you in right now, all wrecked and ruined. I can already see the mugshot. Bet your mama would be so proud," he says sarcastically.

"Fuck you," you manage to say, lips swollen, saliva running down your chin and neck.

"Hey, that's not very ladylike. Then again, you're not much of a lady, are you? Now suck."

He thrusts inside you again, even though you gag on him, tasting the bitterness of your own bile creeping up your gullet.

"If you puke on me I'll just keep going. You think I'm worried about a little vomit?"

You force down the remnants of your dinner from earlier, simultaneously bringing him deeper into your mouth.

"Lift up that dress for me, want you to play with your pussy while you're sucking me off," he says, stuffing your mouth full with more of him.

You do as he says, picking up the hem of the dress over your hips and sticking your hand under your black lace thong. You're drenched and Javier can see it, smell your arousal as it fragrances the air between you. He's never smelled a sweeter pussy. 

"That's right, circle that pretty little clit for me, mamacita," he grunts, exiting your mouth to pull back and watch you for a little, a long thick string of saliva connecting between your lips and his dick. You look totally wrecked and he's not even done yet.

You work on yourself, pressing your clit, your little gasps fueling Javier's need. "There you go, drive yourself crazy for me," he says.

You dip your fingers inside your warm cunt, closing your eyes as you seek out the relief from the heat building between your thighs. "Nu-uh, baby, eyes on me," he purrs slipping back in, thrusting deep and slow, watching you, feeling how good it is when you moan around his dick.

"Perfect, fucking perfect," he moans when you deep throat him again, your tongue peeking out to lick his balls. "Fuck," he says, tightening the grip he has on your hair. "Freaky mamacita, aren't you? Done this before, haven't you? To a lot of guys, I bet."

You whimper around his dick, pulling away to get some air. You finger yourself into a frenzy and start to come. "Not yet," Javier growls, pulling you back onto his slobber-coated cock. "You gotta earn it if you wanna come," he tells you.

You whine about it but the energetic buzz the coke has given you is still at work, putting extra effort into sucking off your stepdad, a renewed energy and vigor to your mouth sucking his cock. 

"Damn, cariño.. you really want your bad little habit kept secret, huh?" Javier pants, head thrown back as you sloppily suck him off. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna come.. gonna spray that sarcastic little bitchy mouth with my cum.. you ready?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, slamming into your mouth with urgency, not a care for your comfort until he bursts in your mouth and you have no choice but to taste the hot saltiness of his release.

He pulls out slowly, and when you try to spit out his release he shoves it back in with his fingers, effectively gagging you in the process. "Swallow," he commands, and you do so obediently just as his other hand finds its way to your core. 

He curls his fingers into the waistband, pulling the thong up, rubbing the material against your wanting and willing core, rubbing hard against your clit. It's pleasure bordering on pain.

"Fucking hell, look how soaked you are," he coos. He watches the way your stringy slick clings to the lace of your thong. "You got all wet sucking me off, didn't you? Dirty girl. Muy sucia." He rubs the pad of his thumb over your exposed clit and smirks when you start panting like a dog in heat, thighs open to him, head thrown back, your hair sticking to the mess of saliva and lip gloss on your mouth and chin.

"There it is.. just what you wanted, huh? What you think about every time you look at me. You dream about my cock in your mouth and my fingers in your cunt, just like this.." He delves two thick digits into your wetness while stroking your clit and it's embarrassing how quickly you come on his fingers, your core quivering around him, expelling more fluid, coating his hand.

"That's it," he says gently, staying inside you until the little aftershocks are complete and your body is utterly spent. Your mouth tastes like his cum and the lingering bitterness of the cocaine is at the back of your throat. Despite your orgasm being over your heart is still jackhammering away. The high of both the drug and the orgasm combine to leave you teetering on the edge of sanity.

"Drugged out and fucked out," Javier mutters, watching you as he removes his fingers. He lets out a small noise of approval, his thumb gently tracing along your lip and the edge of your tongue for a moment before slowly sliding it inside your mouth. “Taste yourself, princesa.”

You make a little sound of pleasure, swirling your tongue along his thumb, your gaze on him.

His free hand moves to tangle in your hair to keep your head still as he slowly pulls his thumb out of your mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting his finger to your tongue as he looks down at you with half lidded eyes. "God, you look so good down there, cariño." 

Then he pushes you back on the bed. "Such a fucking mess," he mutters, tucking his cock back in his briefs and doing up his pants again. "Go clean yourself up. And no more fucking coke, got it?" he growls as he leaves, taking the baggie with him.

"We're square now, bebita," he says, giving one last look to your prone form, your skin flushed and sweaty, legs splayed out like a true coke whore. "But if I ever catch you doing something like this again, I'll do more than fuck that sweet little mouth of yours."

*chiquita ~ little girl | pendejo ~ idiot | carino ~ dear | princesita ~ little princess | chica ~ girl | cocaina ~ cocaine | bebita linda ~ pretty baby | mamacita ~ gorgeous/hottie | muy sucia ~ very dirty

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[theallianceofcelestials]

Ik you said you didn't watch EAPS but i can't help but think what SEA cast would think knowing EAPS Eclipse has like 4 ghost kids now😭

Andrew, Andy&Jake(EAPS Stitchwraith) and Charlie(in the Puppet body)

I dunno if you saw that memey thing where person was complaining about BPD and an older Korean gentleman reassured them and the end of it is like: mmm gramdaughter, that's KC. His child-in-denial has kids, so now he's a granddad. (also I legit tried searching that post up but can't find it, so sorry)

SEA Eclipse would be weirded out by the whole having kids idea. He doesn't like being near kids, makes him uncomfortable. He can do fun uncle but not dad. He'd respect Canon Eclipse stepping up with the dead children, but it couldn't be him.

Sun is slightly worried about the whole dead part and the whole has magic part, but he'd be encouraging. In his words, he already helped the world's second biggest moron raise multiple children, he can help a socially awkward dude out too! He'd throw himself entirely into being a grunkle, though he'd assure the kids he's not like Grunkle Stan nor like Grunkle Ford, cuz he won't endanger them.

Moon would also utilise the same strategy he did with KC's kids, meaning he mostly keeps his distance and helps when he can. He'd avoid Andrew, Andy, Jake and Charlie more though, because of the whole dead kid thing. He's greatly discomforted by that, and it brings up bad memories

Bloodmoon would try their best, but would be very unsure. They don't know what to do. Rusty could be convinced to go shopping with Charlie and Ballora, or do any other more stereotipical girly activities with them, but Bloody doesn't like it. Makes him feel uncomfortable. So while you may find Rusty with wobbly makeup on, Bloody is hiding somewhere.

Solar Flare would be very catious, because it doesn't want to hurt any of these children more. It's aware it's also not the friendliest looking, so it wouldn't mind if the children avoided him. He'd be happy to hang out with them if they wanted to though, and be more than willing to game

Lunar, while mildly concerned, would just try to tease Canon Eclipse over being a dad. Not neccessarily realising he's making stuff awkward. He'd be absolutely cool with any activity the kids wanted to do, especially down for gaming together.

So on a whole, the family respects the decision to take in these lost, sassy children, and would try helping out, and thus attempt a "more normal and healthier" bonding attempt as Eclipse calls it, instead of just telling Canon Eclipse he's family now, so congrats.

And I'll also expand on the grandpa thing with KC, he'd not cave to the puppy eyes that easily, but he'd be easy to convince to make the children treats, help them with stuff and play with them however they want to. He'd also offer to teach them about magic, because it's a useful skill to have

Canon Eclipse would probably not be happy the SCPs are bothering him with this too now. He's doing fine on his own, thanks

[my-owl-baby]

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You clean yourself up that night. The cut wasn't deep, so it would heal in a short amount of time.

Now, today, a new day, you're meeting to catch up with your childhood friend. He wondered if he found out anything, but you doubt it yourself but still worried.

"Shura, tell them to get lost," you whispered, standing near a window and seeing the group of students talking.

"What? Just because you're not ready to say anything doesn't mean to bring me into it. " She sneered at you, and you continued to beg until she gave in.

"Fine, and Rin put your tail away." Rin tried to but couldn't since he was holding the girl.

You sigh thinking about the whole thing with last night, a last minute side mission wasn't something you like to do. You only like to focus on your main goal, which is to find your parents' killer.

'Y/n' You looked down at Kuro, who is pushing his fur against your leg. 'I want some white sake,' he purred. You pick up the demon cat.

"I'll see if I can find anything when I'm out," you patted him. He smiled at you before jumping off your arms to go somewhere else.

Rin and Shura were still asleep, and it was already 6am. You sigh before leaving the house to meet Gojo.

You were mixed with feelings, excited and nervous. You dressed simply not to stand out much but something you like to wear.

"Hey! Come here!" You heard a little girl yelled, you saw her coming your way seeing a small goblin holding her backpack.

You step in front of the goblin way, making it run into your legs. "Hey now, I thought you guys don't bully kids," you said, picking it up.

It tried to get out of your grip, but you wouldn't let it. "Come on, give her bag back," the goblin pouted before sticking its tongue at you.

You were glad no one was up this early to see this. They might have thought you were the bully with mental problems.

"You can see them too?" She young girl asked, her hair brown along with the same color eyes.

"Yea, I'll make sure our friend here apologizes." You smiled at the girl. She looked so amazed by your actions for her. You didn't even know the poor girl.

Once you got the goblin to give her things back and apologize to her, it ran off. "Has those been hurting you or anything else?" You asked the little girl.

She shook her head "they only started doing this a week ago, only grabing my stuff" she said, you sigh in relief that the goblins haven't gone any worse.

"That's good, I'm pretty sure they'll stop, here take this." You took out a cross necklace handing it over to her.

"It will keep you safe." You smiled at her, she looked down at the necklace then at you, she wonder if it was her lucky day.

"Thank you, ma'am!" The little girl said outloud, giving you a small bow.

You blush from her complement "it's nothing. You shouldn't be bullied by them either way," you chuckled.

You were her new admirer. "My name is Tsumiki Fushiguro." she smiled at you.

"I'm Y/n L/n, it's nice meeting you," you could tell she was 6 or 7 years old. Especially by the height she is.

You bid your goodbye to the little girl, leaving her wondering how you could see them, but she was glad she wasn't alone in seeing them.

"Poor thing must been attacked by one of them" you sigh, knowing there might be other kids out there like her.

You and Satoru were going to meet up a old Cafe, you both use to go to when you were both young.

The walk there was long, which is why you woke up early to get there in time.

Looking around, seeing the sun come up. You were still tired from last night, staying up at 2am wasn't something you were use to.

You couldn't sleep from the pain as well, and now awake at 7am meeting your childhood friend from 8 years ago now.

You wonder if Satoru had wonder how your parents got killed, maybe he didn't too busy exercising cruse spirits.

Not knowing if today you should tell Satoru about being an exorcists. He'll understand right? Many questions and scenarios wonder in your head back and forth.

You couldn't change the past when you left Japan without telling Satoru the truth.

※。.:*:・'°☆

"What was that last night?" Shoko asked, they all wanted answers. Yaga stayed silent trying to figure out what to say.

"And who was that lady?"

"Yea, why was she there, we didn't even scent her presence" Geto said, they all piled questions one after another.

Yaga sigh, pushing his glasses up "Listen up-" he got interrupted by Gojo.

"I have to go." Satoru stood up, walking up to the door and leaving the rest behind.

"What? Satoru come back!" Suguru said, he followed behind his best friend. "We have to figure this out, we never seen nothing like this before" Geto continued to follow Gojo out of the school.

"I need somewhere to be, I'm meeting Y/n, and I'm late," he stated, not stopping his tracks.

Geto pause before he spoke up again, "Can I come along?" He asked, Satoru nodded with a smirk on his face.

They were going to be late for that meet up.

Satoru is of course concerned about the whole thing that happened last night. Of course it will cause a big commotion with the higher-ups once they hear about this.

"Suguru" Gojo suddenly said to get his best friend attention.

Geto looked at him confused with the sudden call out "my infinity almost didn't work" he mentioned, surprised by his best friend confession.

"What? But you held it back with no problem" Suguru laughed nervously, not knowing if it was a joke or serious.

Once he saw Satoru face it confirmed how what he was saying us true. "I don't know what kind of thing it is but it almost got close to me....luckily you were there to push it back" he sigh.

Suguru didn't know what to say, of course Gojo is cocky time to time knowing he can exercise any cruse energy in their way.

"We'll figure it out later, right now we need to meet up with Y/n right?" He said, Satoru nodded trying to pull his best smile he could at the moment.

You waited almost half an hour now, you got bored leaving the Cafe to head home 'he probably forgot' you groan rubbing you wrist feeling pain near your palm.

"Y/N!!" You turned seeing Satoru running towards you.

"Sorry, we were held back from Yaga" he panted looking up at you while he catched his breath. You only chuckled, you didn't see Gojo as the late kind of guy.

"Your late" you said, bring your small bag infront of you. Smiling at him softly "and who's we?" You looked around seeing if he brought anyone with him.

"I brought Suguru along is that okay?" He smiled, you didn't mind it but you weren't going to tell another jujitsu students about exorcists.

You soon saw Geto jogging his way to the both of you, "I need a drink" Satoru mumble, you turn your attention back to the Cafe.

"Come on, they won't close in another 3 hours" you said, opening the door for the two guys.

The three of you sat down getting smoothie, or coffee to your liking. "So how has 8 years been without me?" Satoru asked, he eyed you for a bit. You didn't place your bandaged hand there to not cause any commotion.

"It's been good, I made a good amount my friends in True Cross" you lied, back in Korea the last 6 years have been hectic for you, the world almost got taken over by Gehenna.

"I'm glad, it's really been crazy here" he sigh, sipping his smoothie he got.

"Really, I'm all ears" you smiled at your friend. Suguru stayed quiet watching the both of you chat out.

He notice the same energy of that Ghoul coming from you, but he didn't speak up about it.

He wonder why Satoru wasn't questioning it or focus on it. "So, like I'm just saying maybe we should karaoke later" you said with a smile.

"Great Idea Y/n" Satoru said, with his cheerful smile."you wanna still come along Suguru?" He asked his best friend.

Suguru sigh, knowing Gojo would probably force him to sing. "Fine" he only agree to talk to you privately about your energy.

Satoru notice your hand "are you okay? What happened?" He asked grabing your hand gently. He examined your plam seeing the bandage warped around.

"I'm fine, I just not the best with knife cooking is the least things in my talent" you chuckled, that was a whole lie. Did he see through it no but Geto did.

"Oh, hehe be more careful next time if you need anything with knife related I can help" he gave you a soft smile, it made you feel bad for lying to him.

You all made your way out of the Cafe heading to a Karaoke place Satoru wanted to go to.

"I'm going to go get us set up!" Satoru said walking up to the front desk to get yall a room.

You and Suguru stand there waiting for Satoru to finish up "so uh...how long have you knew Satoru?" You caught his attention.

He looked at you for a moment before he responded "since at the age of 15 so three years now" he faked a smile.

You notice it, but decided not to say anything about it. "Guys! Come one we have room 99!" Satoru yelled, you both made your way to the room following Satoru behinded.

※。.:*:・'°☆

"I want you all alone in my mind" Saturo sang horrible, you laughed your ass off at the temp he made at singing.

Geto covered his ears, knowing they might bleed at any moment if he let go.

Once Satoru was done, you clapped your hands praising him for his horrible singing.

"Amazing!" You smiled with a few tears falling down from all the laughter.

"Thank you, what did you think Suguru?" He bowed, he looked pround of himself with his singing.

"Ugly" was only what Geto said. You held your laughter back. It was horrible. You couldn't lie to yourself.

"Suguru! How rude" he rolled his eyes at his best friend.

You smiled at how they bicker back at each other. It reminded of you and Satoru back when yall were both kids.

"Shut it, at least I don't break other people's ears" Geto said back, rolling his eyes.

You chuckled, your joyful feeling soon went away when you notice a certain energy pass by your room.

You looked at the door, see a dark figure pass by. 'Was that...no?' You thought, was it a good idea to check it out, no but you had too.

"I have to use the ladies" you smiled, making your way to the door. Suguru notice the energy too he wonder if you notice as well.

While Gojo shrugged it off and went back to the table to put on another song. "I'm going to get more refills" Suguru stood up, grabing both his and Gojos cup.

"Ohhh! Okay I want more sugar on mines" he hummed cheerfully. Geto nodded leaving the room too follow you.

You follow where energy might be. Maybe it was just your head playing tricks on you. "L/n?" You jump turning to see Geto holding two cups looking at you.

"The ladies restroom is over there?" He smiled, you did knew that but needed an excuse for your sense of direction.

"Oh...I had no clue since I saw restroom over here as welll" you smiled, feeling the energy leaving. "I have to go use it bye" you suddenly said running off.

Geto didn't left you alone and chased after you. 'Really?' You looked back seeing him behind you.

Stopping at the corner before turning left, you felt the energy higher here. Geto held on your shoulders, making you remember he was behind you.

"What are you doing?? We past the restroom?" He said smiling calmly at you. You didn't bother to listen what he had to say.

"Shut it" you moved his hands away from your shoulders, you peak your head looking to see a women there smiling at someone.

"Who is that?" He whisper, you glance at him and back at the women.

"I...um" he waited for answer but spoke up before you could say anything.

"Your energy is the same from last night, mind explaining that first?" He said, he sounded serious.

You were surprised he notice it, knowing he's a jujitsu Kaisen. You sigh pulling away into a room where the demon wouldn't notice the both of you conversation.

"Um well....what you were guys trying to find was a demon, who possessed a little girl" you started, you sat down looking at the ground.

"You guys wouldn't handle it" you looked at your plam "so I summon a ghoul to get yall out of the area if anything bad was going to happen" you finished.

He seem surprised, by the way you explain everything so simple "you used your blood?" He asked, you nodded with a small smile.

"Being a tamer has its cons and pros," you got up, stretching, "but I need to handle this," you said. He blocked your way to the door.

"I need more answers, L/n," he mumble, he looked at you seriously. You didn't know what to do but look at him.

You finally gave in "fine" sitting down, patting a spot next to you. "Ask me all you want to know." Geto sat next to you.

"Dose Satoru know about this?" He wonder that the most, he did knew the right answer but wanted to hear it from you first.

"No...I was going to tell him but things gotten mix up" you began "I wasn't able to tell him since my parents wanted to keep that part a secret" looking at him while you spoke those words, making sure that he knew you were telling the truth.

Geto nodded "how come Satoru can't see what I'm seeing or you?" That was a good question, you wonder why Geto could see the demonic souls.

"I've been attacked by one when I was a child, that's how people could see them" you said, looked at him waiting for him to answer.

"I haven't recalled being attacked by one, only been seeing cruse energy" he said, you nodded it might have happened when he too little to remember.

You looked at the ground "anything else?" You mumble, before he could continue a knock on the door started.

You saw Geto making his way to open it but you stopped before he did. "Don't move" you whispered, pushing him to a near wall where the demonic soul couldn't see the both of you.

She knocked a few times before taking her leave, the both of you. Your bodies touch, Geto notice while you were to busy making sure she was gone.

"I don't sense the dark energy anymore," you mumble, Geto clear his throat. You looked at him and noticed your bodies touching.

"Oh...sorry" you step back, it got awkward right after that. Silence passed for a few moments before Geto broke it up.

"Um, we should head back" he said, you agreed heading back where Satoru was.

"What took you guys so long?" He rolled his eyes, look at the both of your as he laid down on the couch.

"Sorry, the restroom were locked and I had asked Geto to watch over me while I use the men's instead" you made up a lie, hopping that Geto would go along with it.

"Yea, the ladies were closed" He sigh, you were relief that he agreed to your lie.

"Ohh, you could've texted me" Satoru said sitting in the between the both of you.

"I should've, next time if something like that happens I'll text you" you smiled.

Part of Geto wanted to know more, but his other side of the brain still remind in that moment.

He noticed how good you smelled, your eyes, and your soft touch. He glanced at you here and there but didn't say anything more after that.

[yuurivoice]

Question time again!!

1.When you first started making your own characters content did you ever expect it to gain a fandom?

2. If budget was never a problem what would you see yourself making?(a game or publishing a book etc.)

3.What are looking forward to this year?

4.If you had a conversation with younger you what advice would you give yourself?

BONUS QUESTION!!

Something that makes you feel proud of yourself?

Ooooh, thank you for the questions!

I probably wouldn't have done it if I didn't at least have a hunch, but that's why Alphonse was very Guzma adjacent in terms of the voice and the bad boy vibes. It was a safe way to try it out and find an audience I knew would at least test the waters out with him. What I didn't expect was for it to lead to whole narratives being woven between multiple characters. I used to actively argue that no one (aside from Seth/Alphonse) were in the same "universe". Funny how that worked out.

I would make Love and Deepspace. I mean, it is essentially the end game for the whole audio/visual otome self insert etc etc genre, right? It has cracked the code. I would basically create that. I know there are a dozen other cool things I could do, but I know for a fact that it's a working business model in a space I am in, in a space I have successfully written for and achieved plenty in. I would like a slice of that pie. The rest is stuff I could do on my own time and dime. Anyway, any game devs looking to get to work, let's go. lol

I don't have a ton of big This Year plans, but I think I am most looking forward to operating with my new outlook regarding my projects. For years I had told myself everything needed to be done prior to release, and put all this pressure on myself to make these BIG things in one go......then didn't even start on them. It clearly wasn't working. Now that I've shifted my plans to just doing things as they come, stuff is happening again. Wish I would have realized that sooner.

I would tell myself that I have ADHD and need to go get treated ASAP by any means necessary. If I could have taken the training weights off a decade ago, I think I would have avoided a lot of grief, and really kickstarted my life. Other than that I don't think I would offer much else, I like how I got here. Or maybe invest in Bitcoin, but that's too easy. lmfao

As for being proud of myself, that's hard to say today. I've fallen off the wagon with my schedule, diet, gym, etc through the holidays and til now. I self imposed a "everything stops until BSDC is done" which is an actual insane thing to do, but I think it's more of an excuse to have remained static than an actual block. It has been built up to this whole big ass thing that I did not really intend for it to be at first, but then it just kept going and going. So I've kinda fucked up all the shit I was proud about through 2024.

Uh. So. I guess I'm proud of...self awareness? lol

I am proud of some of my recent work. That's something I'm proud of, but it doesn't quite compare to how proud I was about the other shit. At this point I know I can cook, the content is good, the performance is good. I'm used to being decent at that now, which is cool because growth is watching the new, shiny things you accomplish become the norm. So I've just gotta get back on track with all the rest of my shit and balance things out in my life.

[peachhcs]

Ooooh what abt like will going to luke for advice for literally anything, like whether that’s help w samy, going to the nhl or literally just being a teen boy haha

UGH yes yes i feel like i never write about luke and will's relationship after just talking about how close they were as kids (and still are) maybe will goes to luke before he leaves for his freshman year at bc and wants to know what it will be like playing at a collegiate level + still balancing school, life, and sports

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as july bled into august, the faster summer was coming to an end and the closer the start of college was. laying out in the sun was traded for packing belongings into boxes and houses going out on the market since the boys' time in plymouth was nearly over. it was a such a sentimental chapter to put a close on and as much as neither of the boys wanted to admit it, they really didn't want to leave after the great two years they had.

will and samy were bouncing between each other's houses almost everyday as they helped one another pack. today, will was at the hughes' house trying to help samy sort which clothes she should take to college and which ones were staying behind. granted, she wasn't even going to be that far if she did wanna come back and get things, but will was helping nonetheless.

they decided to take a break for now and will found himself wandering into the kitchen while samy started tackling a different area of her room. luke was leaned up against the counter looking at something on his phone. he, too, was also getting some last minute things together to officially move out to new jersey with jack and start his rookie season. ellen and jim were almost officially going to be empty nesters.

"hey moose," will acknowledged the older boy.

luke looked up, smiling, "hey willie. how's the packing going?"

the childhood nicknames never got old.

"i think she's making progress. you know how samy gets with packing," the two boys shared a laugh. samy was very particular about the way she packed things and everything always needed a label.

"how's your packing going? mom's told me the whole house is almost empty," luke stuffed his phone away for now to give his full attention to will.

"yeah, pretty much. leno and i got almost all of our stuff shipped back out to boston. it's just a few small things we're driving back with us," the blonde nodded.

"shit, i can't believe those two years flew by," it felt like yesterday that will was starting dev and luke was just finishing. now will was the one starting college and luke was already done with it.

"yeah, tell me about it. feels like i lived lifetimes."

"nervous at all? excited?" there was something nostalgic and somewhat bittersweet as luke and will stood in the kitchen catching up.

not that their dynamic ever became strained, but it definitely shifted when samy and will got together. luke always used to be will's go-to. when they were kids all will wanted to do was hang around him, jack, and quinn. they were best friends and samy was never in the picture. the middle hughes didn't exactly know when things changed, but it felt like he blinked and suddenly samy was everywhere will was, or will was everywhere samy was. the luke-will duo slowly shifted into the samy-will duo. samy started becoming will's best friend and the person he went to first. now, luke loved seeing his sister so happy and it wasn't jealousy he felt, but maybe somewhat selfishness that he wanted it to be the luke-will duo again.

"maybe both? nervous to play at a higher level, but excited to be back in boston?" will shrugged.

"hey, i get it, but don't sweat it too much. you're gonna do great. i mean, you had the highest stats of any player this past season. boston wanted you for a reason," luke nudged the younger boy's arm which made him smile.

"thanks, moose. any advice or things i should know?"

"go to class or else your coach will be on your ass about it. just..be smart, you know? don't forget to have fun in between all of the seriousness. you only get to go to college once and i already miss it," it wasn't even four months ago that luke finished his time at umich, but he wished so badly that he could go back and do it all over again and soak it up more.

will nodded, appreciating luke's advice. the blonde's gaze drifted towards the stairs where samy was probably up in her room immersing herself in another packing project. luke watched his friends' eyes and he could see the amount of adoration will had for samy. as much as he hated to admit it, their relationship was cute and he'd never seen both of them so happy before.

"you know she's gonna be in good hands, right?" luke said which brought will's attention back to him. the younger boy's cheeks flushed.

"i know. i just..i hate that we didn't really get a lot of time together before college. like..our whole relationship is gonna be long distance until one of us moves closer to the other again," will frowned a bit.

"it sucks, but i don't think i've ever seen you more whipped for someone nor have i seen my sister like someone as much as she likes you. i know you guys are gonna make it work," luke's words brought another smile to the hockey player's lips.

"is it that obvious?" they laughed again.

"yes, actually it is. it was obvious since you two were like 15," that made a deep blush spread up and across will's neck and cheeks.

the sounds of footsteps could be heard on the stairs and it was like they summoned her by talking about her. samy came into the kitchen, smiling when she saw her brother and boyfriend together.

"speak of the devil," luke teased and pinched her elbow as she walked by.

"aw, were you talking about me?" samy grinned.

"yeah, we were saying how much you annoy us," luke continued.

"we weren't," will quickly cut in when samy pretended to act offended.

"i told you. whipped," luke smirked in the boy's direction.

"hey, leave him alone," samy scoffed.

"maybe i can convince jack to let you guys come and stay in jersey for a weekend," the subject shifted and the other two quickly nodded.

"i'd love to come see you guys. i'll already be making trips out to boston," samy pinched will's cheek and he flushed under her touch.

"make a pit stop in jersey while you're at it." the three grinned.

luke let the couple be for now considering he had his own packing he needed to finish. it was hard to believe that those two that would always be little siblings in his eyes weren't so little anymore. he knew samy would be taken care of because if anyone was going to date his little sister, he was glad it was will.

[numberonepartyboy]

WELCOME TO MY TWISTED MIND.....

[shirogane-oushirou]

no promises anymoooooreeeee i'll appear online when i appear online 😭 every time i say "ooh i think life is almost done being overwhelming!" it. becomes even more overwhelming in the dumbest ways. all i can manage rn when i'm not stressing myself into a shut-down state is staring at the wall while listening to youtube essays + mindlessly crocheting.

i might queue up ppls art and fics w/o commentary in the tags... i want other ppl to see what all of my cool friends have made, but i genuinely can't think right now with this monstrous brain fog. i'm really sorry, just. yeah. maybe i'll think of some way to make it up later!!! once the dust has settled!!!! but until then i wuv u and miss u. smiles.

[venting in tags including familial manipulation and ableism. i. didn't mean to write all of that, thiss was originally going to be a main blog post but. aaaaaAAAAAA!!!!!

also no need for replies or anything, i'd turn them off for just the one post if i could kjsndkn, i just needed to get things out and go eep jsjndsfdn ok bye bye bye bye!!!!]

[cetoddle]

some people are so mean for no reason. which i knew. but still.

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

i love my friends so much. i feel like yesterday i had a lot of shit going on in my head and i woke up to my friend explaining things in a way that put my mind at ease. i dont feel as anxious anymore because i know i was overthinking. i think my dad said it best when he told me that he thought my wonderful brain of mine just wants to think problems are bigger than they actually are. he is right! im just inexperienced in life and half of the time im scared im doing something wrong but- HEY. i need to be more confident in making mistakes. making mistakes doesn't define me as a person!! i need to stop worrying about doing life right and just live for the sake of living and doing what makes me happy!!!!!!!

[bueris]

okay maybe I should seriously reconsider my path in life and sell my soul to marketing or journalism instead

[arcanespillo]

18.) describe your personal style? 19.) what was the last concept that inspired you?

1 for clothes i don't really wear fancy stuff just like, everything is either thrifted, gifted, or my dad's, all my jewerly is also my family's, i think my clothes = pretty masculine, my jewerly and fragrance choices = pretty much feminine (if we want to gender up stuff to make things simpler) since it's my mom and grandma's necklaces and women perfumes (i think the "aesthetic" that is closer to this is grunge? but i'm not sure also the concept of aesthetics is so limited, like sometimes i make some effort about my style choices some other times i just dress all black and basic and go out and thats it)

this comes close to it (skull and harley shirts are actual shirts of mine)

BUT i really want to start dressing more like this, like more preppy? basic? maybe i just want a leather jacket sorry + i want all the clothes alec mcdowell wears in dark angel everytime he's on screen i bite my hands

i also love this .. what is it like gorpecore? which is literally just romanticized trekking clothing but like i love love it

2 late medieval mysticism lol because i found a book about it

[jackienautism]

sam w/ a flamethrower is pretty fuckin cool actually

[thefluxsystem]

i think one thing that doesn’t get talked about a lot in headspace discussions is that they rarely just… appear. (though they can for some!) we’ve got a vast, hyper-detailed headspace, and suspect we have hyperphantasia because we could draw each individual crack in the walls of our main inner house if we needed to. but it’s because, as a kid, we spent a lot of time “meditating” to see what was going on in there. it feels like a physical space because of the way we’re able to view things in our head, but, at the end of the day, our mind made this place. it’s technically “imagined”. we didn’t understand what we were doing back in the day, but we were accidentally doing the visualization techniques to create a headspace that get taught in therapy.

so my point is, i agree! i do think it has something to do with peoples’ visualization styles. but i think it has a lot to do with how much work has gone into fleshing out that headspace as well. even for folks who can’t see it how we do (aphantasia for example), i think there’s potential to have a headspace that’s just as detailed as ours is. what’s that one saying? “rome wasn’t built in a day”?

i strongly suspect that your visual imagination (how well you can visualize an image in your mind) is directly correlated to how much of a headspace you have. This would give a reason for why headspaces vary so much, and why those with aphantasia (from what we’ve heard) tend to lack a headspace.

[inkedbybarnes]

none of it was fake

bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader

summary: you've been undercover with bucky as husband and wife. upon returning, he seems to have forgotten that it was all pretend.

word count: 1.6k+

warnings: two idiots cluelessly pining for each other. fluff. usage of petnames such as sweetheart, doll, and baby. lowercase writing.

note: hi, babies. how's everyone? this is my first fic in ages, so sorry if it's not my best one. i just wanted something cute ++ this is unedited & not proofread, might fix it laterrr. still hope you'll enjoy this one! xo

dividers made by @firefly-graphics!

comments, reblogs, and likes are highly appreciated. thank you! ♡

“i can't believe your first kiss happened during a mission. an undercover mission!

wanda huffed, still hung up on the mission you had with bucky weeks ago wherein you had to play pretend as a married couple. there had been a kiss or two during that time, and it felt impossible not to tell your best friend about it when you had been crushing over the soldier for ages.

wanda knew what you felt towards bucky. in fact, she was the only one who knew, or at least the one you shared th information with, and she made sure to ask everything about the mission, even if it took days for her to interrogate you.

“excuse me? that was not my first kiss,” you said defensively, reaching for a cup from the cupboard that you had just opened. “and why are we still talking about this? you and nat already squeezed out every information from me for an entire week.”

“i didn't mean your first first kiss!” she exclaimed, following you around the kitchen as you made yourself a cup of coffee. “you've had a crush on the guy for so long, and the first time you two kiss each other is when you're pretending. that's not how i pictured it at all!”

you had to admit, the mission was sort of a blessing in disguise and a curse at the same time. you were glad to be able to spend time with bucky in ways you've dreamt of, but there was also the horrible reminder that none of it was real. with how avoidant bucky was with you, it was impossible for any of it to happen outside of the mission.

“well, maybe you should stop picturing us doing that sort of stuff. you're way more invested in this than i am, wanda. don't you have your own relationship to think about?” you asked. although you knew she was in a happy relationship with vision, you just wanted her to take a break from all the bucky talk. “when is your man home anyway?”

“my relationship is doing great, so i'm good. i don't need to think of it as much since he gives me everything that i need, and i think of yours because you deserve happiness as well.” she smiled fondly, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “and i'm glad that you asked because this reminded me that vision's arriving with bucky soon.”

“already?” your eyes widened at her statement, completely forgetting that bucky, along with steve, clint, and vision, were coming home today from their mission. “why didn't you tell me sooner!?”

after finishing your mission with bucky two weeks ago, he was immediately sent into another mission which specifically needed him. so, today would technically be the first time you're seeing him again since you last called him your “husband,” which was more nerve-wracking than you expected.

“hey, i'm your best friend, not your alarm.” wanda raised her hands up, defending herself. “and why are you so worried? i can feel your anxiety without needing to be in your head.”

“well, we never talked after.. you know,” you replied, taking a big sip out of your cup. “i know none of it meant anything and that we were just doing our job, but it's the first time i'll be with him normally and not as a pretend married couple. it's kinda awkward, wands.”

“you were able to pretend you didn't like the guy for months, you can do it again for another day.” she answered. “unless you finally tell him what you feel?”

“oh, that? yeah, never happening. i'm not going to risk—”

“there you are, sweetheart.”

there was a collective shocked gasp from both you and wanda, recognizing that voice from behind. except the gasps had different reasons.

you were surprised with his arrival.

wanda was surprised that he casually called you sweetheart.

you turn to find bucky already walking towards you with a smile on his face.

this man never smiles unless he was tasked to do so!

“bucky! you're back!” you awkwardly greeted him.

“yeah, didn't they tell you? i was looking for you when we landed.” he said, pulling you close to him before bending to place a soft kiss on your lips like it was something he'd always done. “you okay, baby? you look pale. did you eat?”

i look pale because wanda is right here with us and you just kissed me while acting like we're dating!

“um, yeah, i'm fine. i'm fine,” you answered, gently pulling yourself away from his arms before he could wrap them around you completely. “can we talk? privately?”

he frowned, worry etched on his face, but he nodded and squeezed your arm softly. “of course. where do you wanna talk, doll?”

“anywhere where wanda isn't there.” you said lightheartedly, throwing a sharp glance at wanda who finally understood what you wanted her to do.

“oh! right, right. i'm sorry, you guys can stay here. i have um..” she paused, thinking of a reason to say. “i have to look for vision anyway. we're supposed to watch a movie together. bye!”

and just like that, wanda was gone and you were left alone with bucky in the kitchen.

before you could speak, bucky asked you first. “what's the matter, doll?”

“what's the matter?” you echoed in a higher tone. “what was that all about?”

“what are you talking about?” he asked, seemingly confused.

“you kissed me, bucky, like it was nothing. then you keep calling me these nicknames.” you reminded him. “we're back home, not in los angeles in our fake house that we used as a fake couple.”

bucky took a step back when he realised his actions, now finding it hard to look at you. “i.. i'm sorry. i completely forgot. i just.. i wasn't thinking. i got used to how we were before,” he mumbled, still finding the right words to say. “did i make you uncomfortable?”

“no, but you made me confused,” you replied. “i'm guessing you got used to how we acted as a fake married couple, but you were gone for another mission. how are you still stuck with the old routine we had?”

“because that's all i could think about,” he answered, now staring at you. “while you're back here in the tower, completely done with our mission, i was thrown back into another one, having only you in my head to pull me back up from the fatigue.”

“you're telling me that you kept thinking about us even when you were gone? why?”

“haven't you?”

“is this a trick question?”

“it's a question to find out whether you like me too or not.”

“you.. you like me?” you blinked. “that's impossible.”

“how on earth is that impossible?”

“because you're always so cold and grumpy around me,” you answered. “i think you're just confused with all the acting we've done, bucky. you don't like me.”

“i was supposed to go on that mission with sharon, not you.” he exhaled. “she volunteered to do it, so she was initially picked. i tried getting out of it, but i had advantages that they needed for the mission to go smoothly. so, i agreed, but in one condition.”

“what was it?” you whispered.

“that you should be my partner,” he answered quickly. “ask me why.”

your heart pounded. “why?”

“because i wanted an excuse to act the way i've always wanted to. i wasn't cold or grumpy because i didn't like you, i just didn't want to scare you.” bucky explained, his hand reaching out for yours. “god, doll. figuring out whether you like me or not has got to be the hardest mission i had to deal with. so do me a favour and get me out of this misery.”

once your lungs found a bit of oxygen again, you finally spoke. “what you said.. you mean it?”

bucky nodded. “every word.”

“well, i like you too.” you tried to bite back a huge smile. “for some time now, actually. wanda will eventually tell you all about my obsession with you. i can't believe we were both worrying for the wrong things.”

“your obsession with me, huh?” he asked cockily, a teasing grin plastered on his face.

“really? i said all that and that's what caught your attention?”

“can't help it. i've been obsessed with you for a long time now as well.” his eyes crinkled at the corners, a little smile gracing his lips while his arm slipped around your waist.

your eyes peeked up at him through your lashes. “does this make it real now?”

“do you want it to be?”

“you're really asking me that?” your chest rumbled. “of course i do.”

“then let's make it real.”

bucky watched you intensely for a few seconds as if he wanted to frame this exact moment before licking his lips and leaning down. you suck a breath, eyes closing as you felt his soft lips meet yours.

you never realised how much you've grown familiar with his touch and affection since your time together as a fake couple.

except this time, none of it was fake.

should we see their time in los angeles as an undercover married couple? 👀

if you have any requests for bucky, send them my way! 💌