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[judebellswife]

First Glimpse - Jude Bellingham

— REQUEST status OPEN

— pairing • jude bellingham x fem!reader

— summary • In Jude Bellingham’s much-anticipated documentary series, fans are given an intimate look into the football star’s life, with a special feature introducing his long-time girlfriend—you. Known for keeping a low profile despite dating one of football’s brightest stars, this marks your first public appearance. During a heartwarming interview, you open up about how you and Jude met, even though you already knew who he was, and how you never expected to become his girlfriend. The episode includes candid moments with Jude’s family, particularly his parents and younger brother, Jobe, with a special Thanksgiving Eve gathering where you all share laughter, love, and togetherness. Through your eyes, fans get to see a more personal side of Jude and his close-knit family.

— warnings • none :)

— note • i’ve got like 7-8 request about to write a one-shot with reader featuring in one of jude’s document series. so here it is, i hope you enjoy, happy reading!!

The camera focuses in on a familiar setting for those who follow Jude Bellingham’s career: the cozy, welcoming living room of the Bellingham family home. The walls are adorned with family photos, mementos from Jude’s rise in football, and hints of his personality—trophies and framed jerseys alongside warm family portraits.

But today, the focus is on you. You sit on the sofa, the soft cushions surrounding you as the camera captures your slight nervousness. A small, warm smile crosses your face, and you shift in your seat, unused to the spotlight.

A voice from behind the camera breaks the silence. The interviewer. “So, this is your first time on camera. How are you feeling?”

You chuckle, glancing off-screen for a moment as if looking for support before turning back. “Yeah, it’s definitely new for me. I’m more of a private person, so this is... different, but I’m excited to be part of this.”

There’s an understanding laugh from the interviewer. “For everyone watching, could you introduce yourself?”

You nod and give a small wave. “Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m Jude’s girlfriend, and, um... yeah, I’m usually not in front of the camera, so this is a bit out of my comfort zone,” you say, your voice laced with both nerves and humor.

The interviewer continues smoothly, keeping the tone light. “So, let’s jump into the good stuff. How did you and Jude meet?”

You pause for a moment, your eyes softening as you think back to the day. “Well, I actually knew who Jude was,” you begin with a smile. “I mean, he’s Jude Bellingham. Anyone who follows football knows who he is. But I never imagined I’d actually end up dating him. That wasn’t even on my radar.”

The camera cuts to a shot of Jude laughing in an earlier part of the documentary, as if he’s recounting the same story, though from his perspective. His grin is wide, and there’s a glint in his eyes that shows how much he enjoys this memory.

You continue, your voice a little more relaxed now as you find your rhythm. “We met through mutual friends at a small gathering. I’d seen him play on TV and heard about him through the grapevine, but when we met in person, he was just... Jude. Not the football star. Just this really laid-back, funny guy.”

“So, did you know right away that you liked him?” the interviewer asks, intrigued.

You laugh, shaking your head. “Not at all. I was definitely attracted to him—he’s handsome, obviously—but I didn’t expect anything more than just a friendly conversation that night. I thought it’d be a ‘Hey, nice to meet you,’ and that’d be it.”

There’s a brief pause, and the interviewer presses gently. “So what changed?”

You smile, eyes twinkling with the memory. “Jude changed. We ended up talking the whole night. It was so easy with him, and I realized he wasn’t just this football prodigy everyone sees on the pitch. He’s so much more. Kind, funny, and really grounded. But it was his persistence that surprised me the most. After that night, he didn’t just let it end there. He reached out, wanted to spend time with me, and honestly? I couldn’t resist his charm.”

The camera switches to a series of candid clips, showing you and Jude out and about—him pulling faces to make you laugh, you playfully pushing him away before being pulled into a hug. It’s the kind of chemistry that makes it clear this relationship runs deep, full of mutual adoration and comfort.

“So, how long have you two been together now?” the interviewer asks off-screen.

You think for a second, tilting your head slightly as you calculate. “A little over two years now. Time flies, honestly. It’s been an incredible ride.”

“And what’s it been like, dating someone as high-profile as Jude?”

You take a deep breath, nodding. “It’s definitely been an adjustment. At first, it was a bit overwhelming, especially with how much attention he gets. But we had a conversation early on about keeping our relationship private, at least until we were ready. Jude’s been really protective of that—he’s always made sure I feel comfortable, and I love that about him. But I also understand that he’s a public figure, and being with him means that sometimes, I’ll be seen too. This,” you gesture around at the cameras, “is one of those times.”

The camera cuts to another moment—this time, Jude and you are walking through a park, your hands loosely clasped together. He swings your arm playfully, then stops to pull you into his side, whispering something in your ear that makes you laugh. It’s easy, intimate, and full of warmth.

“Speaking of being seen,” the interviewer continues, “how does it feel to finally share a bit of your relationship with the world?”

You laugh softly. “It’s exciting, I guess. People have always been curious, but I’ve been pretty firm about staying out of the spotlight. I’m not someone who thrives on attention like Jude does. But it’s nice to be able to show this part of his life. People know him as the footballer, but they don’t really see the person behind all of that. I’m happy to share a little bit of what we have, because it��s special.”

The camera pans across the Bellingham household, warm and inviting with the sounds of family chatter filling the air. Thanksgiving Eve at the Bellingham’s is a full house. Jude’s dad, Mark, is in the living room, laughing loudly with Jobe and Jude as they discuss football, while his mom, Denise, is in the kitchen, bustling about as she prepares the family meal.

The lens of the camera focuses on you for a moment. You’re helping Denise chop vegetables, your hands moving a little slower than hers but with focus, and you share a comfortable conversation. A nervous laugh escapes you as you attempt to cut the vegetables to her standard.

“Are you sure I’m doing this right?” you ask, holding up an unevenly chopped carrot with a teasing smile. “It doesn’t look quite like yours.”

Denise glances over and laughs softly, reaching out to gently touch your arm in reassurance. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re doing just fine,” she says, her voice full of warmth. “Trust me, my first Thanksgiving wasn’t perfect either. And honestly, even if it’s a bit wonky, it’s still going to taste amazing.”

Her words, her tone—there’s something deeply maternal in the way Denise speaks to you. It’s as if you’re already a part of the family, not just Jude’s girlfriend, but someone she holds close to her heart. You smile at her gratefully, feeling that familiar warmth whenever you’re around her.

Denise’s attention turns fully to you now, setting down her wooden spoon and wiping her hands on a towel before stepping closer. “You know,” she begins, her voice soft and kind, “I’ve always thought of you like a daughter. You’re such a big part of Jude’s life, but you’ve also become such an important part of ours too.”

You look at her, slightly taken aback by the depth of her words. Your heart swells in your chest, not expecting the surge of emotion. “That means the world to me, Denise,” you say, your voice quiet but sincere. “I’ve always felt so welcomed here. You and Mark, and even Jobe—you’ve all made me feel like part of the family from day one.”

Denise steps forward, enveloping you in a gentle but tight hug, the kind that only a mother could give. “That’s because you are family,” she whispers against your shoulder. “We love you like one of our own.”

You close your eyes for a moment, allowing yourself to sink into her embrace, feeling a wave of comfort wash over you. In this family, you’ve found something special—something you didn’t expect to have when you first started dating Jude. It’s not just a relationship with him; it’s a bond with the people who raised him, who made him the person you love so deeply.

As you pull away, Denise gives you a warm smile, her eyes soft with affection. “Jude’s a lucky man,” she says, glancing toward the living room where Jude is seated. “But then again, I think we’re all lucky to have you around.”

You chuckle softly, still holding onto the warm feeling in your chest. “I’m the lucky one. Jude’s incredible, and you’ve all been nothing but wonderful.”

Denise’s eyes twinkle as she leans in conspiratorially. “He’s a handful sometimes, though, isn’t he?”

You laugh, nodding in agreement. “Oh, definitely. But I love him all the more for it.”

Denise shakes her head, her smile growing wider. “Good, because he needs someone like you to keep him in check.”

There’s a shared understanding between the two of you, the kind that goes beyond words. Denise pats your hand and returns to stirring the pot, the air between you filled with warmth and affection. It’s a small moment, but one that fills your heart, making you realize just how deeply connected you’ve become to Jude’s family.

The scene transitions to the dining room, where the entire family is gathered around the table. Mark is telling a story, his booming laugh punctuating the conversation as Jobe makes a playful remark. Jude sits beside you, his arm draped over the back of your chair, his fingers occasionally brushing against your shoulder as he smiles and laughs along with his family.

“Jobe, pass the bread,” Jude says, reaching across the table with a grin.

Jobe rolls his eyes dramatically but tosses the basket of bread to his brother. “There you go, Mr. Superstar.”

You nudge Jude with your elbow as he catches the bread. “You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t start charging for autographs at family dinners.”

Jude grins, leaning in closer to you. “Oh, I’d give you an autograph for free,” he teases, his voice low and playful.

You roll your eyes but smile, and as Jude reaches for his plate, Denise catches your eye from across the table. She gives you a wink, as if to say, See what I mean? A handful.

The love and ease that fills the room is palpable. You can’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. This family has welcomed you, loved you, and made you one of their own, and tonight is a perfect reflection of that.

The camera lingers on the scene—Jude’s hand resting on your shoulder, Denise watching her sons with pride, and you laughing along with them, fully immersed in the warmth of their family dynamic.

As the evening winds down, and dessert is served, Jude’s dad, Mark, stands up, raising a glass. “I think we all know what I’m about to say,” he begins with a grin. “But this Thanksgiving, I just want to take a moment to say how grateful we all are. Grateful for family, for good health, and, of course, for the wonderful woman who’s come into our lives and made our son the happiest he’s ever been.”

You blink, taken aback by the sudden toast, your eyes glancing around the table. Denise smiles warmly at you, her eyes filled with affection, and Jude leans closer, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze under the table.

“To Y/N,” Mark says, raising his glass higher. “Welcome to the family. Officially.”

There’s a soft murmur of agreement as everyone raises their glasses, and you feel your throat tighten with emotion. It’s not just words—it’s a promise. A declaration that you belong here, with them.

As everyone takes a sip, Jude leans in and presses a kiss to your temple, whispering, “I told you they love you.”

You turn to him, your heart full. “And I love them.”

The camera captures the final moments of the evening—the plates scattered with crumbs, the soft murmur of conversation as everyone winds down, and the love that fills the room. The bond between you and Jude has always been special, but tonight, it’s clear that your relationship extends beyond just the two of you. You’ve found a home with his family, and they’ve found a place in your heart.

As the screen fades to black, the soft hum of background music plays, leaving the viewers with a sense of warmth and love, the credits rolling as the final glimpse of your story is shared with the world.

[tofupixel]

Thank you for getting me to finally try pixel art! I‘ve always wanted to get into pixel art but I never knew what to start with and always ended up procrastinating. Your blog and the post you made on learning pixel art were what finally pushed me to give it a go. It was really helpful and I managed this little animation in Libresprite.

I definitely want to improve and your art is like the ultimate goal lol. Do you have any tips or instructions for how to get better or on what to focus on in the future? I‘d appreciate any kind of criticism/input you are willing to give! How do you manage to make such gigantic and beautiful landscapes?

thank you!! and i'm so happy you decided to give it a real go, you're doing great already!! the rendering on the body and the pink shading is really nice.

i can help a little with animation stuff but i'm not an expert, ill write something out about backgrounds at the end

i hope you don't mind but i edited the sprite a little, just to illustrate some stuff

🤺Animation stuff

i added an extra frame near the top of the arc so it slows down. this is called ease or slow in/out and usually happens at the beginning and end of movements. u can do even more slow but this is just a quick version

i also removed the middle frame (where the tail is straight down) to make the swing appear a bit more powerful. this could be the principle of timing in the same video. you can exaggerate smears if you do this, its up to you!! lately i tend to exaggerate stuff a lot, things arent super noticable in motion

i also got a good bit of advice from nickwoz that helped me, basically when you begin to animate, it really puts the rest of the sprite being still into focus. try to think of how you could animate other parts of the body, even subtly. and sometimes if individual pixels stay still they can catch the eye in an unintended way as well, just keep it in mind!!

if you want to learn animation more, you could take a look at duelyst sprites, they have incredible idle and ability animations, i study them a lot

heres one i downloaded a long time ago. i recommend just downloading stuff you like and looking at it!! i have a huge collection of pixel inspo. slowing animations down can really help you understand whats going on. its just a bunch of simple elements put together that makes it look so good.

IF U WANT MORE RESOURCES/ARTISTS I REOCMMEND TO GO AND STUDY LMK!!! IM LIKE A WIKIPEDIA, I AM A BIG FAN of pixel art and love to share

🌿 OK lets talk about landscape stuff

it looks like you have art experience already, but im gonna talk as if youre a complete noob cos it might help some other people who read this!! ur doing great 👍

❓ how to learn: study (and practise a lot)

what i mean by study: draw it, copy it, try to understand it. you can try to change characteristics about it. changing the angle or lighting can help u understand how something works in 3 dimensions.

sometimes it takes time, dont worry, you will figure out your own style through doing studies, its all a process

❓ how to draw landscape details?

study pixel artists and how they do it recommendations: fool, slym, jubilee, deceiver

also please look at real world references!! you got to build that visual library

❓ how to learn composition?

study traditional artists or animation. i did a ton of studies of ghibli backgrounds which i think helped my growth a lot recommendations: arcane, studio ghibli, traditional painters

im gonna break down a piece as well and maybe that will help. this is one from 2022 but its still one of my most popular and its pretty simple too!!

if we remove all the fancy stuff what we have is actually really simple. just a few large, overlapping shapes that all point towards our focal point. it's the brightest area with the most contrast and many edges point into it.

go to pinterest or google and just search "pretty landscape" or "mountains" or something and you can see what i'm doing is nothing special or unique!! break it down into bigger shapes to begin with, its just different areas of material mostly.

and heres how you can make any landscape from any colours. purple sky or mountain? orange grass? ok !! it all works, it doesnt matter. i just blend the colours.

when parts of the landscape are in the distance they become closer to the sky colour as there is more "sky" in between you and it. its called atmospheric perspective. so if the sky was red, the clouds would fade towards red.

OKKK i dont know what else to say so i hope that helps!! honestly 90% of what i do is intuitive and hard for me to really explain, so you dont have to know The Rules, you just kind of pick up stuff as you go.

GL and thanks so much for showing me your art!! please keep going!! 💕💕💕💕

[15-lizards]

Friend was making me watch dance moms and I was relieving my ballerina days so here’s an ASOIAF dance studio AU for the soul

-Sansa is definitely one of the best at her studio she is the Lyrical queeennnn. One of the few competition dance girls who trains in ballet and is actually good at it. She doesn’t have insane flexibility but her technique is peak and she’s great at turn sequences. Always very consistent and stable. Gets mad when they have hip hop pieces cause she’s not good at it. Likes recitals more than competitions because she can do ballet more, tends to like the French style. Hair always sprayed and smoothed into a perfect bun even if she’s just going to class, not a single flyaway to be seen. Keeps a neat dance bag that she keeps her entire life in.

-Arya is only in there because Cat thought it would be cute to have the girls dance together. Immediately got proven wrong but she already paid for the full year so. DESPISES the slow ballet and contemporary pieces. Is a fucking prodigal jumper she can do switch leaps, ariels, toe touches, literally anything. Which means she likes the upbeat jazz and hip hop numbers wayyy more. Never has a neat bun it’s a miracle it can be tamed when she goes on stage. All of her tights have runs and rips up the sides. Stains on her leotard. Brings a Gatorade to class instead of a water and gets yelled at for it. Hides in the bathroom during ballet class.

-Dany has pretty good technique, nothing standout, but makes up for everything with her energy and facials. She’s got definite potential, but is unrefined. Pretty muscular and short because she used to do gymnastics. Really likes to try anything. Ballet, lyrical, jazz, contemporary, acro, hip hop, truly everything. Consistently places third in competitions, which pisses everyone else off because they think her technique isn’t very strong, and pisses her off because she wants to place first for once. Is currently working her ass off at the barre to focus on her basic technique, is improving at a rapid pace. Dance bag smells like actual ass, you can find probably anything in there though. Doesn’t wear any padding in her pointe shoes bc she’s kind of a psychopath.

-Marg is the top girl 100% she’s the teachers favorite. Every lead role and center position is hers. Sansa’s biggest competition but they’re such good friends and so nice to each other neither of them really cares. Focuses mostly on a slower Russian style of ballet, perfect for her long legs and arms. Every move is just so intentional and perfectly placed, she flows so well from step to step. Definitely is getting countless offers from academies, professional companies, and summer programs. Alwaysss has the cutest most expensive leotards and skirts. Makes sure to pull some of her curls out of her bun to frame her face. Makeup on during class that she somehow never sweats off. Usually super sweet but tends to be passive aggressive to other studios at competitions.

-Cersei who runs the rival studio, used to be a famous competition dancer, excelled at lyrical and contemporary. Makes all of her dancers take rigorous ballet, even if they’re just competition dancers, super adamant ab ballet as the basis for everything else. Notoriously insane with a hair trigger temper, but parents keep paying out the ass for her to train their kids because she produces results. Probably throws things if you fall out of a turn. Makes kids do pushups if they miss a step. Coddles Joff, Myrcella, and Tommen though, makes sure they always get good spots and roles. Jamie’s there to teach partnering sometimes but he always looks miserable and smells like cigarettes.

-Joffery is one of those insufferable tweens who gets special attention bc he’s a guy, a rare species in the dance world. But what’s even more infuriating is that he’s really good. Great flexibility, and focuses on big jumps and turns like most male ballet dancers do. Genuinely an enrapturing performer but never has any patience for his pas de deux partners, blames it on her if she gets dropped. A mean gay but no one’s really sure if he’s gay or not. Has a posse of tween girls that make fun of everyone not in their clique. Makes snide comments at the barre. Ridiculously cocky even when he falls out of his turns. Barges into the girls dressing room without asking. Demon child.

Bonus: Robb who has to take it because the football team needs to work on their balance or whatever. Really enjoys it actually and will defend it when Theon calls it gay. But don’t ask Theon why he kept staring every time Robb started stretching at the barre

[lynzishell]

✨23 Faves of 2023✨

I've been tagged on a few different versions of this throughout the month. For mine, I've decided to take 23 moments from my story and share them in chorological order. 💖TYSM for tagging me @hannahssimblr, @jarakio, @rebouks, @theosconfessions, @bloomingkyras, @igotsnothing 💖 I'm sorry if I missed anyone... I'm usually better at keeping note of who tagged me but I dropped the ball on this one and had to search through my mentions lol!

Alright... let's dive in shall we?

✨First up: Looooook at baby Phoenix 🥹 hehe! This was the first time he visited Mt Komorebi and the first time he saw snow... sparking his love affair with both. If you listen carefully, you can hear Wolfgang yelling in the distance, "Yo Penis!" (I miss that nickname. Special thanks to Becca for never letting it die 😅)

✨Ahhh The Bluffs -- I think this is my favorite lot in game, and look how stunning it is at sunset! This is from Phoenix's 18th birthday... aka that fateful night when [redacted] was [redacted]

✨Just me being obsessed with San Myshuno... particularly the Spice District. This is from Phoenix and Dawn's movie night... back when they were still just friends/co-workers.

✨Eeee this moment still gives me all the feels! When these two finally crossed the line from friends to lovers.

✨This one doesn't need a caption... just look at them... and the vibrant colors... 😍

✨The moment they became official

✨Falling in looooooove

✨I don't know why, but this is actually my favorite pic of them

✨Greta returns...lol! It was actually unintentional how well these two match the environment, but it made taking screenies so fun!

✨My second favorite pic of these two... *sigh* just look at them

✨Enter my Asher obsession... I can't tell you how happy I was when I found this pose because this is exactly how I envisioned him entering the room... against the door frame all leaned over and relaxed... even the way his feet are crossed and his left arm just hangs... it's just sooo HIM.

✨I mean... ahhh! I love him! and Lex too lol... we don't see much of her in my story, but these two have been BFFs since middle school. She's super sweet and funny.

✨Atlas and Asher, my loves. There's so much in this scene for me... I had such a clear picture of it in my mind looong before I created it in sims, and I was pretty happy with how it came out. And the song I used was very purposeful (even if I never state why lol) This moment here was actually quite self-indulgent if I'm honest.

✨Yep, still obsessed with these two lol! I just love this shot... the colors and the way they're holding each other. This is actually the desktop background on my laptop lmao

✨I had soooo much fun making this post!! Omg this song is so fkin good! I'll probably reblog this post on New Year's just for funzies 😊

✨Back to Phoenix and Dawn as they prepare to move in together... Had to get a shot of the fountain before saying goodbye to the Spice District

✨Ahaa and here we are.. beginning the journey up Mt Komorebi! I think this little bridge is my favorite spot along the way. It's really cool, and I got lots of great screenies from all angles. I really like this one.

✨Love how this shot came out! We all know this moment, yeah? Right before Dawn [redacted]

✨Yay! Celebrating the fact they made it to the summit... enjoy you two, you earned it!

✨Me carefully side-stepping the sad posts... love this moment of the two of them reconnecting... with the water and the city in the background... I just think it's nice.

✨Relaxing in their favorite summer spot... I love all the blues

✨I really like this shot from Kiyoshi and Kaori's wedding, with only their ceremony in the distance in focus, and the vibrant colors.

✨This seemed like a nice one to end on. I love the snow falling out the window, and the way Dawn is lit up by the candles. And I know there are mods to get rid of the z's when they sleep, but tbh, I kinda think they're adorable lol

Thank you to anyone who took the time to go on this little journey with me! If you made it to the end, please help yourself to a cookie 🍪 and know that I adore you!

My story will return on Jan 1st yay!! 🎉

I'm not going to tag anyone because a post like this doesn't need a tag! If you haven't done this yet, PLEASE do! Revisit your work from the year and share your favorites with us! Let's all go into 2024 feeling excited and inspired 💖

[softievante]

lowkey got hooked when you did that seoksoon prompt so maybe it'd be nice to see the oblivious weight gain hit seokmin like a truck and he only realizes it after breaking open his pants after a meal and soonyoung is definitely going to like enjoy teasing him as revenge even if he's only gotten heavier since

hello thank you for my first request since my hiatus it’s an honor to fulfil brainworms 🤓 especially with these two as the pairing hehe

i Loved getting this bc !! mutual gaining !! yay! hope you enjoy it <3

(to anyone reading this a stand-alone, it’s actually a sequence to this prompt/ficlet)

having a chubby boyfriend wasn’t on any of seokmin’s particular list of wants when he pictured a partner by his side. don’t get this wrong, though, since he actually never thought about any specific figure, much less a specific person before he met soonyoung. the adjective in question, however, is having a bigger impact than he’s ever dreamed on his relationship—in a good, crazy-driving-way, of course, with a focus on the big aspects of the whole scenario.

soonyoung has only gained more weight since the night he realised his pants were giving up on his stupid ass, seokmin has only used more and more of his dick these days as he couldn’t seem to stop getting enough of a well filled-out soonyoung.

(it’s like he was trying to knock the poor boy up, seriously. it didn’t help that one time soonyoung mentioned this and seokmin went completely nuts, having too much material on his hands with soonyoung’s round belly...)

so, having a chubby s/o wasn’t on his list of requirements, but now he thinks he wouldn’t have any other way. specially as he got to witness every little change on his boyfriend’s body, that now took much more space everywhere, the fluffiness impossible to hide.

the thighs, for fuck’s sake… seokmin thinks he could die crushed by them.

that morning, an image that became periodic in that apartment caught his eyes when he was about to enter their shared bathroom. soonyoung is planted on the scale, brows furrowed as he tried to find a way to check which numbers were on the screen—he could no longer suck his gut out of his vision, apparently.

ignoring the twitch of his cock in favour of being annoying, seokmin walks silently and puts half of his foot in the space between soonyoung’s feet, pressing it down in order to make the numbers go up.

“uh? how is this…” as soonyoung leaves the position and seokmin’s quick to step off, careful to stay behind him, his crescent-moon eyes go wide in surprise.

“what? did it break already?” seokmin’s voice comes next to soonyoung’s shoulders, provoking as always. the latter almost jumped on spot.

“oh my god, fuck off! i almost fainted!” he slaps him in retaliation, although the jolting movement of all of his “extras” only make seokmin smile more.

he’s having the time of his life kissing soonyoung’s pout away while he gropes his sides, the soft flesh flexible like dough under his hands.

“sorry, it’s just so cute when you don’t know what’s happening while deep down you really want that weight on you…” seokmin explains his actions, giving soonyoung’s belly a few gentle taps.

soonyoung gasps.

“w-what, who said i want that?”

“you don’t need to verbally communicate, your panic says it all.”

“i hate you,” he complains, lightly pushing seokmin away. with the touch, soonyoung notices how his fingers sinked more than usual, seokmin’s chest definitely more cushioned than he remembers. interesting.

“no you don’t,” seokmin retorts meanwhile soonyoung’s busy checking out his frame, gaze attentive to how the pyjama shorts hugged his thighs in a way that it certainly didn’t before. “wanna reserve this friday for a stuffing? it’s been a while since we did that, right?”

the option runned through soonyoung’s head while he rest his hand on seokmin’s hip. it was… softer than before? a gentle squeeze was gave on the spot as a thought formed in his mind, bright and alluring.

“actually…” he says, letting digits press on seokmin’s waist. it’s delightful how they knead the supple flesh. “i think i’m ok for now. we can have a watch party, though. we really need to catch up on that mexican drama we said we’d wait for the episodes to pile up, remember?”

“oh, right! that sounds good.” soonyoung nods just to reassure it, even though his focus is long lost in the new revelation under his palms. seokmin offers, “but do you want anything special to eat? to compensate for my awful behaviour of scaring you…” he singsongs in a mock.

soonyoung grins, unbothered by the teasing and knowing exactly what to choose in order to confirm his suppositions.

“no. pizza’s fine.”

***

friday comes after a very stressful week, so seokmin doesn’t mind keeping his work clothes on as he proceeds to open a beer and text soonyoung that he’s already at home. they usually get 10 minutes before or after one another, so it’ll probably be a short wait.

seokmin frees three buttons of his shirt as he heads to open the windows to make the breeze circulate. it’s hot today, and thank god he still got a few more beers left in the fridge in case soonyoung takes longer than expected to arrive.

he continues to get comfortable in spite of the formal dressing, tie being discarded on a chair and shirt untucked from his pants. the belt is unbuckled along a sigh of relief, the pressure of a whole day in and out of meetings seeming to dissipate with the action. seokmin adjusts the tight fabric of the bottom clothes, still, tugging it in an attempt to feel less trapped. if he was in one of his moods, it’d already be gone, but since the night was settled on a watch party, he didn’t wanna appear too horny.

he sits down on the sofa, not seeming to notice how his body sinks further in the cushion, takes a generous gulp of the beer can, and waits.

***

seokmin is on his second can and finishing a bag of chips when soonyoung arrives, three large pizza boxes stacked on his hands.

“hellooo,” he greets, getting rid of his shoes before stepping into the apartment. “me and the pizzas are home!”

“wow, what a perfect timing,” seokmin comments as he gets up, a small grunt leaving his lips due to the effort after having sat back so comfortably.

“isn’t it?” soonyoung grins, knowing the two of them would get grumpy if they had to wait for the order still. it seemed a good idea to get their dinner on the way.

seokmin gives him a gentle peck, helping with the pizza boxes as soonyoung analyzed the small table—not as empty as he generally found.

“were you already snacking without me?” he narrowed his eyes, grabbing the empty chip bag as if presenting evidence.

“hm, yeah? you know i can’t drink on an empty stomach, it makes me dizzy,” seokmin mumbles, apparently not mindful of the curious stare he was receiving.

soonyoung’s brain is instantly alarmed by the observation, fighting back a smile as he looks at his boyfriend’s bloated middle, more than obvious when he bents to organize the pizzas.

“right.” soonyoung licks his lips, not strong enough to stop himself from slapping seokmin’s ass just to feel it jiggling. damn.

“hey!” seokmin yelps, meeting soonyoung’s mischievous expression when he straightens up. “what’s this now, didn’t we agree on a drama night?”

“am i not allowed to have fun anymore?” soonyoung feigns a shocked face, palm at his chest.

seokmin shoves him playfully, holding out his hand next to invite him to sit down.

“yeah, of course…” he says before reaching out to grab a slice, wasting no time in biting it almost in half.

and to think soonyoung is the one being teased for his eating habits all the time…

maybe it was time someone got conscious of their acquired manners as well.

***

soonyoung thinks this is the most self-control he’s had for months, but it doesn’t hurt as he thought it would. the holding back doesn’t seem too bad, although he spent the day taking it easy on his meals. after all, it is for a good cause. he’s now more than sure seokmin didn’t enjoy his gain as a merely passive watcher. he, too, spilled as they sat, both from the sides and from the front, stomach a protruding roundness that only drew more attention as he finished the second beer in small sips.

seokmin didn't have soonyoung's somewhat desperate way of eating, but he had a surprising ability to stuff food in his mouth. it was an entertainment, a private show, watching him devour his favourite dish in big bites that left his cheeks full for almost a whole minute.

soonyoung took advantage of his distraction with the series running on the tv (as well as with the absurd amount of cheese he swallowed each time) to revisit the places that caught his attention throughout the week—the thick thighs that doubled in size when he sat down, the arms that gained a layer of fat on top of the muscle he built at the gym he went to three days a week. maybe that could have slowed down the gain at first, but it wasn’t able to do a miracle in the face of mindlessly snacking during the day with the excuse of filling up soonyoung.

thighs, arms, belly, cute cheeks to match soonyoung’s. his ass was on another level, certainly giving him more comfort to stay seated for hours if he wanted to.

and the fucking pants. soonyoung revels in the thought that this might come full circle in a short time, because soon that poor fabric isn’t gonna stretch more to accommodate his boyfriend’s indulgences.

“hey, is there still pepperoni left?” he asks, partly to mask his embarrassing enthusiasm, and a little to see seokmin’s roundness showing again as he leans for a slice.

“hm, i think we ate it all, but let me see.”

soon came, well, sooner than soonyoung had expected. as seokmin surges forward, he lets out an audible groan, which is accompanied by an also audible rip.

if soonyoung had cat-like ears, they’d be up and moving at the moment.

“what was that?”

“what,” seokmin parrots, slowly dropping the slice in its box while he moves back to sit properly and inspect the presumed damage.

“oh my god,” soonyoung spits out as he watches seokmin’s hands travel to his own middle, lifting his shirt just enough to understand what happened. in case seokmin himself didn’t get it, soonyoung exclaims like a kid who won a brand new toy, “you tore open your work pants!”

“no i– i didn’t, i–” it’s useless. he did. and there’s no time to comprehend the extent of his humiliation.

in a blink, soonyoung is all over him, pinning him to the sofa in a trap with no escape (he had the weight advantage, in the end). his thighs settle on seokmin’s lap without mercy, eliciting a grunt out of him.

“s-soonyoung, wait,” seokmin pleads, the fullness of his belly much more heavy in that position. it’s mortifying.

and soonyoung isn’t kind.

“wait for what? you don’t want me to see how fat you’ve gotten?”

it’s like the air is sucked out of seokmin’s lungs, his insides burning in a mix of shame and awkward arousal.

“shut up, you’re the one to talk,” he tries to quip, feeling ridiculous to be downgraded by someone who’s up his size by a considerable amount of pounds.

“yeah, i’m the one to talk, because at least i’m aware of it,” soonyoung bites back, lifting seokmin’s shirt to finally reveal the chubbiness that had taken over a defined abdomen. he bites his lower lip, entranced. “look at this, how did you manage to hide it from me, huh?”

“i didn’t hide anything!” seokmin squirms, hating that he’s somehow enjoying the attention. “there’s nothing to hide.”

“of course there’s nothing to hide,” soonyoung responds like he’s sputtering facts. “you have a lot to show now, actually.”

seokmin mutters a shut up, breathless both due to the shame of being so blatantly teased by his boyfriend and to the rich meal stuffing him.

it doesn’t help that soonyoung has landed his salient tummy exactly where his dick is starting to tent, and neither does the satisfying sensation of small, cute fingers feeling him up as they please.

the question that leaves soonyoung’s mouth is shoot without further thought, “can i feed you?”

seokmin chuckles, unsure if out of disbelief or nervousness.

“you’re really into this roles reversed thing, aren’t you?”

“it’s just that now i see why you got so eager to fatten me up…” he pouts, almost convincing with the innocent facade he puts on. seokmin swallows a moan when a squeeze pinches his flanks. “so much more to grab, ah,” soonyoung is caught by surprise when two palms land on his ass, making him screech. he smirks as seokmin encourages him to move, pressing him against his hard-on. two can play that game, right? “more seokminnie for me,” he whines, smushing his belly against seokmin’s.

“don’t get too excited, i’m not gonna let myself go like you,” seokmin warns in between a grunt, grasping soonyoung’s butt with fierce to let him know he can yet take control.

“right. keep telling yourself that.” soonyoung rolls his eyes, wiggling his hips just to be a tease before getting up to bring the small table closer, one hand resting at seokmin’s tummy to keep him in place. a slice in his hold, he plops on seokmin’s lap again. “we’ll soon be sharing clothes.”

seokmin snickers in disdain.

“you wish. enjoy this feeding session, ‘cause it’s gonna be the last.”

soonyoung bites his lower lip, knowing at his core that no, it wouldn’t. his boyfriend was just a stubborn asshole when he wanted to, but soonyoung could be much more stubborn.

“if you say so… now open up, baby. let’s see what more can this belly fit now that it’s free from evil buttons, hm?”

after a long sigh, seokmin obeys. somehow, he knows he’s wrong—this isn’t gonna be the last; not when being fed by your boyfriend feels so fucking good.

[helldustedstories]

Stolas does not have a good relationship with his birthday. When he was younger, there would be a small celebration in passing, but nothing big. It was usually just another day, for the most part, maybe with an extra cupcake or a candle, if one of the servants was feeling extra pity for the little boy that day, especially when Paimon wasn't there. He didn't usually mind not having a big celebration since he didn't have much frame of reference for what he was potentially missing.

But when he knew the specific birthday that he was going to learn about what his domain and his job was going to be, he started looking forward to that, wanting desperately to please his father, to be the best prince, the best son he could be.

He was so excited when he got his grimoire, when he learned that he was going to study the sky, to learn the stars. And then in a single moment, that was ripped away from him when his father told him that it was also his duty to "sire a precautionary heir to the Goetia family," and that he was already contracted into a "nonnegotiable future marriage."

It was that moment that showed him more than anything else, that he wasn't really going to have much choice in his future. Yes, he'd always known that he was going to have a specific domain that was going to be his, but he thought he would be able to choose other areas of his life for himself, an illusion that was shattered that day.

Stolas didn't expect the trip to the circus to do much of anything for his mood; his father didn't even actually go with them, something else that he was used to, by that point. But when he saw Blitzo for the first time, there was something in him that knew he was special, that was completely and utterly charmed by 'the little clown boy,' even before they met. And when Stolas was the only one that laughed at his joke, when the performer said "See? He gets it!," the prince realized that he was having fun, he wasn't completely dreading the future that loomed in front of him, for at least a little while.

Blitzo was his first friend, and he single-handedly made that birthday the best one Stolas had ever had. He showed him games, he listened to him when he talked, and even though it was one, short evening, Stolas finally made a connection with someone, someone who genuinely seemed to like him.

And that was the last birthday that meant much to him. The birthdays after that were spent as a sort of countdown, marking another year closer to when he would be expected to 'fulfill his duties.' It didn't exactly seem like a day worth celebrating, especially as he got older and his depression got worse.

He and Stella got married on his eighteenth birthday. Paimon wanted to make sure the deed was done, the pact was made, and hopefully an heir would be conceived and provided as soon as possible. Stella's slightly older than Stolas, so they were just waiting for him to come of age to perform the ceremony. Which meant that every subsequent birthday was never actually about him at all, but just another excuse for Stella to throw a party, to take all the focus away from him, if she could.

And then came the Not-Divorced! party, exactly twenty-five years after Stolas had first met a little imp clown, the last happy birthday he'd had. By this point, he barely even noticed that it was his birthday; he just noted that he was another year older, that it was the start of another year where he would have to deal with being married to Stella, where the only light in his life was his daughter, and how he had to keep going for her, had to be around to make sure that her birthday was special, that she was properly celebrated.

What he certainly did not expect was for his very first friend to come crashing back into his life, especially not on a day that had looked so bleak, initially.

Like he had on Stolas' birthday so many years ago, Blitz's presence changed the prince's life. He opened his eyes, showed him that it was okay to want things for himself, not just for others, that maybe he could have some happiness, for himself. Stolas didn't have to keep living a shell of a life, haunting his own narrative; he could write his own narrative. And after so many years of being beaten down and told that he would never amount to anything, that he was worthless and pathetic, to have someone else show him that there was more to life than how he'd been living? changed everything.

[dedicatedesire]

That day they’d done a promo, a spliced one hundred and twenty-one second video of each of the players’ answer to a question about their dream partner. Most of the guys had said some variation of an answer that implicated their partners, and the players without wives, girlfriends or mistresses said something that, surely, would arouse the most online fanfare. Eliza was bored with it all, rolling her eyes as she stood behind her phone screen, her hand impatiently on her waist as she watched the grown men joke around and speak in an undetectable code, seemingly unaware that their constant disruptions lengthened her already unpaid work day. She was mind-blown, floored, befuddled by some of the men’s absolute lack of intelligence— getting them to steady their focus on the camera lens, remember the prompted question and then answer it was like trying to teach a dog a new trick— Eliza couldn’t tell if they were fucking with her or genuinely just impeccably stupid. She wasn’t impressed by their height, or their bright, white smiles, or their muscles or even their money. Eliza couldn’t imagine worshiping someone that got paid to sweat and run all day. She hadn’t set out to be so negative about the entire internship, but the combination between it being unpaid and transitioning from originally being advertised as something that she could curate to fit her resume’s needs into a just being a social media manager position had began to irk her to the point that her tenure with the team didn’t seem sustainable. In fact, all things considered, Eliza thought she’d likely finish this project and then stop showing up. It wasn’t like she had to go. It was basically volunteer work.

She had considered quitting quite a few times, but every time she felt herself ready to leave, she felt a shift. Eliza had every reason to think she was making it up in her head, but there was something there. She wouldn’t have imagined it. She couldn’t have imagined it. Not the way he had looked at her— even she didn’t have that much creativity.

It was during the national anthem at their last home game—nothing special, really. The players all lined up, and the crowd stood still, their collective breath suspended. Eliza had been off to the side, like she usually was, adjusting the camera and trying to avoid looking too out of place among the sea of real fans and actual professionals. It was always the same for someone who didn’t care either way. Loud noises, the smell of Michelob Ultra, a win or a loss and a group text message with more criticism than approval from her ‘boss’ at the end of the night, but that evening, something different had happened. Darko had caught her gaze.

It wasn’t like he’d turned around mid-anthem or waved. He hadn’t given her anything overt like that. But, she had felt his gaze all while the glorious anthem was sung; she could have fainted. Buried her head in the sand, she felt so red. He’d been all the way across the court, positioned at the far end of the line, his tall frame a silhouette in the spotlight. And yet, somehow, despite the distance between them, Eliza was sure—absolutely sure—that Darko was looking directly at her.

No one would believe her. The arena had been crowded with thousands of people, with all the players lined up just as they always were, but Eliza was convinced. Darko had seen her, and now: it was their secret. It was a connection, a silent acknowledgment—one that no one could understand except her. She played it back in her mind, over and over.

It seemed like each time she thought about leaving the team and focusing her time and effort on a different job, one that actually paid and could help her flourish creatively, she and Darko would make some type of eye contact, or he would hold a door open for her or when she stopped him and asked him a question for a video, instead of sighing and acting as if though she was bothering him, he would lend her his ear— and wasn’t that so helpful? — so attentive when he didn’t have to be? — so fragile without embarrassing her?

By the time Eliza returned to her cold apartment that night, she had put the promotional video completely out of her mind. It wasn’t until nearly midnight that she remembered it, and, sluggishly, she began the editing process in the hopes it would be postable before that weekend’s game. Eliza went through the clips, cutting at the appropriate time, adding music, making transitions— she saved Darko’s for last, afraid to even betray to herself that he had won her over. He was one of the youngest on the team, one of the tallest, and, assuredly: the most handsome. Everyone on TikTok loved him and each video that they posted that had him in the screenshot wracked up no less than five million views. Perhaps the reason Eliza didn’t want to be so on the nose was because everyone on the team knew she was one of the people who, at the least, helped run the social media accounts, so if Darko was getting all of the team’s screen time, it had to be some reflection on how Eliza and the rest of the social media team felt about him. It was embarrassing. Watching him was embarrassing, liking him was embarrassing, because Eliza was doing the same thing everyone else was doing, but there was one difference.

He liked her too.

She could feel it.

The sound of Darko’s voice filled her apartment as she replayed his answer for the third time, when had the first time been or the second? She couldn’t help it. She wondered what it would be like to talk to him— really talk. She wondered if he read or liked spicy food, and sometimes she found herself curating questions and challenges to find out more of him that she would never know personally. Eliza allowed herself to wonder in secret if she could ever be his type, his dream partner, one might phrase it... she thought he must have wanted a girl that was 5’2, 120lb and blonde — and would he even like the things she liked? Or was he into White Claws and planning trips to Ibiza? She hated him.

Eliza slammed her laptop closed and tried to distract herself with Netflix and ice cream, but eventually her fingers crept over to her phone and her scrolling over to Instagram and her timeline over to his account.

Suddenly, she was flicking through the same photos she’d already seen a dozen times, each image familiar, yet impossible to look away from. The candid shots, the posed ones, the ones that made him look effortless even when she knew the planning it took to curate his image. 

She acted as if on autopilot, until she stopped briefly at a picture of him laughing with a group of teammates, his mouth open in that wide, genuine smile she couldn’t seem to stop thinking about. Eliza sat in silence for what felt like forever, staring at his perfect, white teeth, an ease that was egregious. 

Her fingers slid across the screen, and in a fit of something too hard to name, she opened her burner account. The burner was a different Eliza—one who commented on terrible reality television. The Bachelor, Too Hot to Handle, fuck it— My 600lb Life. She hated it, she really did, but there was something about being able to clock out of her own life and look at the misery of others that made her feel better about herself, or the falseness, insecurity of some that made her happy to be living her true, authentic life.

Eliza watched a few videos, wincing at a spoiler before doing what she knew had to be done. Her stomach was turning left, right, around and back again. She flipped back to Darko’s Instagram.

The urge to do it was almost unbearable. It had been days since the first night she thought about messaging him, and by now, she knew it would happen sooner or later. It wasn’t like he was going to reply or even see it, but there was something inside of her that just wanted to do it and have it done or else it would keep eating at the soft matter between her ears.

At first, she typed his name—just “Darko”—and then stared at it. She heard the city’s church bell chime at midnight.

She hated how much she cared about this. There were so many ways she could start—she could ask him something normal. Something casual. But the more she thought about it, the more her fingers itched to do something else. Something more real. Something that would haunt her for days after she sent it. Something that would make him notice her— make him reply. She wanted to present herself as someone who saw him. Really saw him.

Her heart pounded as she typed — I’m sure people message you every day, and you ignore all of them and just laugh to yourself about the things people would be willing to do just to get your acknowledgement for a second. I don’t think you’re a bad person, but there is no way you can have millions of people following you and not be horrible. You’re one of those people who I imagine can’t even fathom what it would feel like to be unliked or ever told ‘no’. This is stupid. You won’t ever see this, but just know: everything in your life is paper thin. I would have loved to have known you under different circumstances lol

Her finger hovered over the screen. She read it back, her eyes skimming the words. What was the point of sending a message that he would never read, let alone respond to? He didn’t need to engage with someone like her. He was a professional athlete, surrounded by agents, coaches, fans, women—people who could actually offer him something. What could she possibly offer him? A poorly written rant? Her insecurities were too big for even an office place romance (not to mention, it was strictly forbidden with her contract).

She was pathetic. And yet, she couldn’t make herself delete it. She needed to send it. She needed to know she had at least tried even if it meant drowning in humiliation afterward.

With a sharp breath, Eliza sent the message and flung her phone to the otherside of the couch almost as if it had burned her. 

[denimorigami]

I mean… no. I wouldn’t even include that as a major aspect of their relationship, it’s fairly irrelevant. Especially seeing as he names himself after All Might and all that. But for the record, I did state there wasn’t a lot to go on, five seasons is simply… a duration of time. That is how long they have known each other, and we the audience have had time to process their relationship’s existence. This is how chronology works. Bakugou and Edgeshot had never formally met, though they were technically in the same location a couple of times. No pre-existing relationship to speak of.

I’d say the actual parallel with Jeanist is not to All Might or Endeavor, but to Torino as Midoriya’s mentor introduced in the same arc. There is the guy who’s long since retired and no one really talks about anymore, and the absolute workaholic top five high celebrity pro, introduced at the same time and as mentors to the two main characters in the series. In particular, these are both mentor figures who are not teachers. All Might doesn’t really form any natural parallel here, and there isn’t really a trio aspect to be formed about the internships since Todoroki wasn’t a major focus during that arc.

Their relationship is, again, not a huge focus of the series. It does not have to be shoved down our throats for it to be evident that it is, as I stated, “good” (a positive relationship) and “solid” (enough development to know it exists). Bakugou models his updated hero costume after Jeanist’s (which is the only time I think an argument for a parallel to All Might could actually be made, this is the pro hero he chooses homage to in his costume, compare to Midoriya), and we are specifically shown his reaction to Jeanist’s surprise return to life before anyone else’s (a framing which should imply there is a reason we care about his reaction to this information more than any other character). It also seems obvious to me that putting them together for most of the final war arc was to further their relationship since a lot of that opportunity was missed out on due to Jeanist being “dead” for a while.

Relationships also go two ways. Bakugou being the way he is about pretty much everyone means a lot of relationship analysis does require examining the second party, and Jeanist very clearly cares about Bakugou. Their first meeting seems to color a lot of people’s view of their entire relationship, but everything that comes after this meeting suggests he very much warmed up to Bakugou. He clearly paid attention to Bakugou and his personality enough to understand he absolutely needed to be rescued after being kidnapped before he got himself into even worse trouble. This is in fact saying something, as Bakugou shouldn’t be that special to Jeanist. From Jeanist’s perspective, this is just one amongst the dozens, perhaps hundreds of interns he’s had in his career, we are shown he has about ten other interns at the same time, and if you do the math that he is constantly cycling through these over the course of years or even months, that absolutely suggests he did develop an actual individual interest with Bakugou more than usual. Team Up Mission is debatably canon, so I can respect not considering it evidence, but it also develops their internship further and provides some actual apparent bonding. As for Kamino, losing one of your vital organs for some kid you don’t even like does seem slightly less than ideal. Same with The War itself. Watching a child die is obviously going to be troubling no matter how much you don’t care about the individual child, but that response just doesn’t feel like a depersonalized how-I’d-respond-to-anyone-dying to me. It’s pretty visceral, and Jeanist is usually not a very expressive character when it comes to vocal tone or facial expression. This has hit him where it hurts, and I do find that compelling.

All to say, even if their relationship was basically nothing, it would still be more than with Edgeshot, and it would still have more emotional payoff because the viewer can in fact remember a few seasons back that these characters have met and known each other for any amount of time.

You ever think about how Horikoshi gave us like five seasons/however many fucking chapters to build up Bakugou’s relationship with Jeanist and then when there was a really great opportunity for an emotional payoff he just didn’t do that. Like okay I am a big Edgeshot fan, I like Edgeshot for a lot of reasons, and I think his character was very underutilized throughout the series, but I also don’t think this needed to be his moment. I understand that the general intention with choosing Edgeshot to save Bakugou was to go “look!!! This is a hero acting heroically and it doesn’t even involve an emotional attachment to the person being saved!!!” but… this is immediately undermined by the Edgeshot-Jeanist flashback sequence. He doesn’t have an emotional attachment to Bakugou, but this is still being done with personal motivations not solely related to heroism for the sake of heroism. In some capacity, we are being suggested that it is partly out of his bond with Jeanist that he is making this sacrifice in order to save someone he knows Jeanist cares about. Which is fine, and I enjoy the flashback scene for a number of reasons, but again, this undermines the point of making it purely selfless. So, if the sacrifice being made is not truly from a purely selfless motivation,

Why was it not Jeanist ??

Again, five seasons of build up on this relationship. Yes, most of it happens in the background/side plots, or it is vaguely implied offscreen, but it very much is the case that they have a relationship. This is Bakugou’s non-teacher mentor figure in the series, and it is clear that in spite of his standoffish “I don’t like anyone ever” attitude, Bakugou does actually seem to like him. He seems to have learned some things. The two have some neat parallels with each other. It’s a good, solid relationship even if it isn’t the most deeply explored thing in the series.

So… this was the opportunity for an emotional payoff. A culmination of their relationship with something that actually matters to happen between them, which really hadn’t happened in the series since they first met. It is a bit harder to come up with something equally impactful to a literal sacrifice of one’s life, but again… this concept was also immediately undermined with the original scene as well which really removes any of the draw of including it in the first place. It’s great that, in theory, Edgeshot was willing to die for him. This did not actually happen, though, which cheapens the entire thing and, in my opinion, makes it pointless to even include. Either actually kill the character you are killing, or don’t bother fake-killing them if you don’t want them dead. I’m perfectly fine with a death fake out (Jeanist has multiple of these that I actually enjoy), but in a high stakes emotional climax? Bad time for that and just feels pointless.

I can think of at least two good ways to get that payoff I’ve been talking about, and if I can come up with alternative plot lines, I really feel like Horikoshi could too. Edgeshot being willing to do a heroic thing that ultimately has no consequences for a generally vague reason (because Horikoshi doesn’t choose to really… explain much of anything about who Edgeshot is or why he does fucking anything ever) doesn’t really add anything new to this story. He’s a pro hero who does the heroic thing because he’s a pro hero, and also that’s his best friend’s weird little surrogate child figure, I guess. It just doesn’t feel satisfying so much as “here’s a guy with a quirk that maybe could solve this situation if you squint and suspend your disbelief really hard.” It just seems like such a missed opportunity, not only to explore one of the deuteragonist’s important relationships, but to have a scene that really adds something to the themes of the story.

[wakaoujisenhime]

Hi Hi could I request Kuroko, Kagamai, Akashi, Midorima and Murasakibara reaction to their s/o who's into photography and loves to take photos of them because they think their the most beautiful muse. They say things like "the light is hitting you perfectly please don't move until I take this picture." something like that lol

A/N: anon…this, THIS is a masterpiece of an idea and I love you for it (๑♡⌓♡๑) please enjoy! ♥️

Tags: the boys [KKMMA] x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅

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Kuroko:

ok so the first time you took a picture of him was during lunch break

since he usually likes to spend his free time in the classroom while eating his homemade bento, the moment you became a couple you’d always join him

one day you were a bit late because one of the teachers had held you up, so you quickly texted him an apology for your delay and told him you’d be there soon so he can start eating without you

when you finally arrived, you immediately proceeded to apologize but promptly shut your mouth as you saw the scenery before you

Kuroko was reading one of his many novels, his elbows propped on the very edges of his desk, bento box and chopsticks untouched before him, blue eyes fixated on the text before him

everything about this was perfect as is, but what really gripped you and made you unconsciously reach for your camera, that you always had dangling from your neck, was the way the morning sun hit his face casting an ever so small shadow that only further accentuated his beautiful and calm facial features

as if in trance you gently push the small button on top of your camera and the shutter goes off

surprised by the sudden sound he turned his head in your direction and wanted to greet you but you cut him off even before he uttered a single syllable: “Tetsu, don’t move! The way the sun hits the back of your head right now is perfect…I just need to take a picture so bear with me for a moment.”

the way you had your left arm outstretched to stop any of his movements while your eyes were hidden behind the small rectangular object didn’t stop your boyfriend’s light blush to spread across his cheeks

he wasn’t used to being the only one in a photo so that alone made him a little nervous and embarrassed, but your silent comments and compliments on how his hair looked even more remarkable under the sunlight or how his facial features managed to perfectly cast shadows on his face that made him look more mature made his heart race faster than any game

luckily for your lover, this situation showed him another side of you that he rarely got to see, and who was he to interrupt your adorable mumbling just because of his embarrassment?

.

since then you used any and every opportunity to take his photo, whether it was in Maji Burger as he drank his usual smoothie or when he waited for you in front of a fountain in the park where you scheduled your date

when he finally asked you about it you proudly announced: “I’m sorry, but I can’t help the fact that my lover is such an amazing model for basically any type of photo! I always thought that you were hiding your beauty beneath those bangs and turns out I was absolutely right!”

you continued showering him with compliments until he couldn’t take it anymore and shut you up with a gentle kiss

“If it weren’t for your keen eye, I could’ve continued hiding myself and avoid the other’s gazes”

“Do you hate being the center of attention that much?” you whispered out, your eyes directly peering into his own big ones

with a smile he gently caresses your cheek and answers: “Your attention is all I need.”

Kagami:

Kagami was aware of your fascination for photography, I mean how could he not be when every time the two of you were out together for different reasons, you’d always take your camera with you and snap a photo or two

what he wasn’t aware of though, was what or better said who the subject of your images was

every time you reached for your camera the lens was always aimed in his direction and it never bothered him, because he figured that you were taking a photo of the scenery behind him so he never bothered to pose, smile, or anything of that sort

one day though it made him wonder whether his presence might disturb whatever images you’d taken so the next time you aimed your camera he turned his head, looking directly into the object’s circular lens, and just as he was about to say something the familiar sound of the shutter shut him up

“Perfect…that might be the best one yet” you silently praised and smiled to yourself

W-Wait a second…

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What did you just photograph?”

you looked at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion spreading across your face as you answered: “Why of you of course”

and that’s when it clicked

all this time you’d taken pictures of what he thought to be the nature and scenery but in actuality, it was him you’d focused on

“W-Wait! You mean to t-tell me that I wasn’t in the way of your photos a-and that you actually photographed–“

before he could finish his sentence he realized something else that made him blush even harder

Perfect…Absolutely breathtaking…I’m so glad that I took my camera with me…The lighting and wind make you even prettier…What tranquility and gentleness, I’m in love…You’re so beautiful

all these comments that he’d brushed off, thinking that they were some kind of weird quirk of yours that resembled his captain’s whenever he talked about his samurai series, now made perfect sense

when the reality of the situation hit him he couldn’t help but bury his face in his hands and grunt at his stupidness, meanwhile, you tried to wrap your head around what Kagami had been believing up until today

looking at him being that frustrated with himself made you chuckle, but it also made you feel bad since you never directly told him so you decided that now might be the best time

with a gentle smile, you once again raised the camera to your face, waited until his figure became the focus and blurred the background, and gently pressed down the shutter

the sound made the young man beside you flinch and ever so hesitantly glance up to you with a dreading expression on his face

after pushing some of the buttons you cozy up to your boyfriend until your shoulders touched and showed him the image you had just taken with a proud smile

“I’m sorry for not telling you about it, but if I shared the fact that you’re my muse with you, you probably would’ve never allowed me to take any” you reasoned as you looked into his eyes and observed the way his cheeks reddened the moment you called him your muse

“I’m your muse…?”

you nodded and showed him a few other photos that all showed him do average everyday things such as eating something, chatting on his phone, warming up, etc. and even though they weren’t that special, the way you managed to capture him, his expression, and even some of the background made them all look professional

“Taiga, you’re such a nice guy that you would’ve probably offered to be my model if I had asked you to, but I wanted to capture that raw beauty of yours, the one that you display on every basketball match and that was the only way to do it…or at least that’s what I thought”

you paused before returning to the most recent image

“Having you being aware might be better after all…just look here at the way your eyes sparkle and your posture, both tense and relaxed at the same time gives off the impression of confidence and a tinge of uncertainty, both summing up your profound character that I love so much”

listening to your explanation made his heart beat harder against his chest and to stop you from fawning even more he covered your camera with his big hand and murmured: ”I-It’s fine already…I get it”

after seeing yet another unexpected expression on your boyfriend’s face you tried to get another shot of him, but this time he tried his best to avoid you and the two of you ended up chasing each other around the park, attracting the attention of many fellow visitors, but to you, it was as if only Kagami and you existed

Midorima:

one afternoon during the end of basketball practice, you had joined your green-haired boyfriend with his supplementary exercises, observing him and the perfect way he shoots one three-pointer after the other

you’d asked him long ago whether it was alright with him to take his photo and despite the many protests he’d agreed under the condition that it happened during basketball practice

unfortunately, the way he played didn’t manage to ignite the spark you needed to snap that one photo you’ve always been hoping for, neither his skills nor his playstyle were to blame for that, there was just something missing that you couldn’t name

the way you sighed caught Midorima’s attention and made him stop mid-throw so that he could take a glance in your direction and when he saw the disappointed face you made it made his heart ache

“Is something the matter (Y/N)?” he suddenly asked as he sat beside you, towel in one hand and his drinking bottle in the other

you shook your head and tried to play it off, blaming your bad mood on one of your earlier classes and the complaisant boyfriend he was he let it go (also partially because he was afraid that if he prodded further you’d get mad)

out of the corner of your eyes, you could see how he took off his glasses and started cleaning them

and that’s when your heart throbbed

the way his long fingers carefully handled the fragile black frames, the skillful and cautious way he removed any speck of dust from the glass, mixed with the way some of his green hair’s strands stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead, and lastly his beautiful long eyelashes were what won you over

before you knew it, you had grabbed your camera and had taken a photo of his profile, the shutter’s sound startling both him and you

“D-Did you just take a ph–”

“Shush! Stay just like that!” you blurted out, your hand on his chest to restrict his movements and keep him in that exact pose he was right now

with a reluctant expression on his face, he avoided looking in your direction, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the light blush spreading across his cheeks, meanwhile you smiled to yourself at his futile attempt and once again snapped another picture…

.

thanks to that one coincidental photo you managed to take back then, you finally knew what you have been missing all this time, namely your boyfriend being himself and not the Midorima Shintaro from Shuutoku who never missed a shot

in order to achieve that “normality” you had to take as many sneaky shots as possible, but they unfortunately never stayed as secretive as you would’ve wanted them to be because he either caught you mid-photo or your own comments betrayed you

Just like that Shin, look more to the side!

Leave your glasses be, you’re even more beautiful without them!

Don’t touch your hair! The way it is right now compliments your face perfectly!

Even if you scowl at me, you still look good!

he’d always run up to you afterward, blushing at the entire situation and no matter how much he ended up protesting, scolding you, or trying to take the camera from you to delete the photos, he never truly was upset about it

the reason Midorima let it all slide was because he enjoyed the way you smiled when you looked at the images you’d taken

the way your eyes practically sparkled mixed with the slight flush of your cheeks made his heart race every single time

“Is something wrong Shin? You’ve been staring at my face for quite a while.”

embarrassed of being caught by you, he squeezed your nose and stuttered: “I-It’s nothing, k-keep looking at y-your photos!”

Murasakibara:

taking Murasakibara’s pictures wasn’t an issue, you simply asked him and he agreed with no resistance whatsoever

you were over the moon at first and even made sure to have your camera with you at all times so that when an opportunity presented itself you’d be ready

from a pedestrian’s point of view, you looked like a cute touristic couple which consisted of the somewhat bored boyfriend, who agreed to have his photos taken for your happiness, and you, who couldn’t hold the excitement of being together with this young man back while happily snapping one pic after the other

their thoughts weren’t that off from the truth, you truly were delighted to be able to practice your hobby, and even having the tall young man as your model made it even better

thanks to the amount of muscles he’d gained from his daily basketball training, his height, his beautifully long and purple hair, his constantly relaxed expression, and his surprisingly gentle facial features, your boyfriend was already photogenic as is so any photo you took was downright breathtaking

and yet, those fulfilling feelings were rather short-lived

as time went by and you shot one photo after the other you came to realize that you hadn’t managed to take a single photo where he genuinely smiled or grinned

getting him to do either was nearly impossible, even for you

all you ever managed to summon was a very loving and gentle smile that resembled that of an angel; it was so pure that you could read all of his emotions from it, but that smile was reserved for your cuddle sessions that always ended up with him almost crushing you with his embrace and his low giggles as the result to your mixed reactions

“(Y/N)-chin, let’s go over there and sit down…I can’t walk anymore”

you giggled and took his hand that he’d extended to you, following him to a bench that was protected by a couple of trees, which cast down a perfect shadow on the wooden surface

the young man plopped down as if he’d ran for hours without a single break and wrapped his big arms around your waist, burying his face in your tummy

his childish behavior made you giggle and you softly caressed his head

“Didn’t you want to eat your snacks?” you asked after a short while, only to receive a silent growl as an answer

“Let me stay like this for a while…please”

his cute way of pleading with you only broadened your smile, which turned it into a grin as soon as an idea popped into your mind

with one hand still on his head, you used the other to aim the camera lens at the young man’s head as you asked your lover to look up at you

it took him a short while to comply because he kinda had the feeling that you wanted to ask for yet another photo, but he ultimately gave in and cast his purple eyes up to you

still smiling you glanced at the small screen on your camera in order to make sure that everything was perfect when you subconsciously blurted out: “Everything about you is charming Atsushi, the way the wind caresses your hair, perfectly accentuating your gentle face’s features…I’m so glad to have you as my muse”

…

…

your eyes went wide as you noticed the change in his expression

his cheeks had taken on an unexpected shade of deep red, one that you’ve never seen on him before; his eyes were a bit glassy and maybe equally as wide as yours, and his mouth was slightly agape

“Wha-! What are you saying (Y/N)-chin?!” he screamed out and once again hid his face before you could manage to snap a picture of this rare expression

“Atsushi, wait don’t hide! Let me take a photo!”

your protests fell on deaf ears and no matter how much you struggled or tried to loosen his grip around your waist, his strength made sure to make all of your attempts futile

“I-If I let you see me like that…I won’t be cool in your eyes anymore a-and I don’t want that” he finally admitted in a low voice

it took you a short while to comprehend what exactly he was trying to say; and when you did you couldn’t hold your laughter in any longer, ruffled his hair, and kissed the top of his head, waiting until he had regained his composure and returned your affectionate gestures

Akashi:

having the famous Emperor as your lover was like a dream, but when it came to keeping things a secret you were at a clear disadvantage because this man read you like an open book

no matter how hard you tried to act innocent or clueless, he’d always be able to add two and two together and expose whatever you were hiding within a matter of minutes

same goes for your fondness of photography and the fact that you had your eyes set on him as your muse

one day when you visited his home the two of you were in the living room and he was playing a round of shogi against himself while you sorted your camera’s gallery

when you took a glance at the young man your heart throbbed

the soft light of the sun that managed to come forth between the many clouds of that day shone right at him; in order to block the light from disturbing his vision, he’d leaned his chin on his hand and let his fingers extend to the corner of his mesmerizing eyes; a soft smile adorned his lips as his left hand stretched out to move one of the many wooden pieces before him

you couldn’t help it and immediately proceeded to take a picture, successfully catching him off guard

“Did you take a picture of me?” he asked without shifting his line of sight from the board, a hint of amusement in his voice

“Mhm, I did…sorry” you apologized before sighing to yourself, “it’s just that you looked really beautiful and I thought it’d be a shame if I didn’t use the opportunity.”

being called beautiful was something he wasn’t used to, so as he heard that word pass your lips, he froze up and finally tore his attention away from the game, and now gazed at you with a warm smile

“You can take more if you’d like.”

“R-Really?”

and with that, he became your conspirator in your mission to take as many photos of him as your camera’s storage could handle

.

“Just like that Sei…look more to the lef- yes, perfect!”

you spat one command after the other as the young man before you held onto the reins of his gorgeous white horse and let his hand gently run along the animal’s head

after snapping a few more photos you looked at them in silence, an unusual scene for your boyfriend

“Is something the matter (Y/N)? Aren’t you satisfied with these?”

your head shot up and you violently shook your head, explaining that it was nothing and you were just lost in thought; even though he quickly realized that you weren’t telling the truth, he chose to keep silent until you were ready to tell him what truly bothered you

unexpectedly, your silence lasted longer than he’d hoped for and no matter how unique he tried to organize these little photo sessions you did, your mood never seemed to improve which frustrated him

when he saw you sitting on the couch all sad and unmotivated while you scrolled through your camera roll, he immediately turned around and went back outside to his garden to mull over ways in which he could help you out

so to distract himself, he picked up his basketball, started dribbling, and began perfecting his shooting

the sound of the ball hitting the wall caught your attention, causing you to get up and search for its source

when you opened the front door you were greeted by a similar sight as the one back when you’d first taken Akashi’s photo which made you smile

“Sei-chan, that’s what I was looking for” you whispered as you subconsciously took a photo of the exact moment where the young man jumped and gently threw the ball against the wall, simulating a layup shot

still unaware of your presence the young man wiped his sweat with his shirt’s collar and the moment he felt your arms wrap around his body he jumped ever so slightly

before he could ask you anything, let alone say something, you kissed his cheek and whispered: “I knew it…you’re always beautiful, but the moment you shine the brightest is when you’re being yourself”

moved by your words he turned around, returning your embrace and kissing your lips as he then proceeded to hide his blushing face and glassy eyes from you by pressing you closer to himself

[nateezfics]

ATEEZ headcanon: giving them a lap dance

A/N: got inspired earlier when I watched a video on YouTube. The video is under the influence choreography by Nicole Kirkland. Do watch that if you want before or after reading this!

Seonghwa

He would be so caught off guard when you suggest giving him a lap dance

But mostly aroused

He’s more than willing to let you try it out on him, because how in the world can he turn down a lap dance

You’re not brave enough at first and it takes so long for you to build up the courage that he forgets you ever even suggested it

You decide to give him a dance for like an anniversary or something because a special occasion would be a good enough time to do it

You’re nervous as hell, all dressed up in your best lingerie

He’s made it himself comfy on the couch, still in his nice attire from your date night

He looks a sight — black slacks, shirt unbuttoned at the top, legs spread wide

He’s so hot and your resolve wavers a bit, but you turn on the music and walk over to him

He watches you so intently, every move, every little sway of your hips

He doesn’t even fight the urge to touch you

He’s bringing you into his lap right away and you just wing it and decide to grind on him to the beat of the music

Looking in his eyes and seeing the desire in them gives you a confidence boost

So does the tent in his pants, but you really want to finish the dance, so you try not to focus too much on that

You’re all over him — your hands on his chest and teasing the opening of his shirt, lips on his ear, and crotch grazing just above where he needs you most

It’s all so exhilarating and you both get so caught up that you don’t notice when the music finishes

Absolutely will flip you over and fuck you senseless right there

He’s breathing so hard, breath loud in your ear as he kisses up and down your jaw

“Fuck, baby. You’re so damn hot,” he’ll say as he dry humps you just so you can really feel how hard he is

He will return the favor tenfold and will go down on you until you’re both breathless

He just wants to show you how grateful he is for tonight’s little treat

Doesn’t want to mess up your pretty lingerie, so he’ll just pull your panties aside and fuck you while enjoying how delectable you look

Hongjoong

You don’t even tell him that you want to give him a lap dance

You want it to be spontaneous, so you’re waiting for the right moment

There’s so many moments you want to do it, because damn it, this man is fucking fine

Your perfect opportunity comes when he’s away at the studio and texts you saying he’ll be late again tonight

He’s been visiting the studio a ton lately, more so than usual, and you can literally imagine how tired and worn he looks at the moment

He’s been stressed and you think that this would be the perfect stress reliever

You get yourself ready and pick out a nice bra and panty set just before throwing on some sweats and heading to the studio

He’s hunched over his desk, face in the computer when you walk in

He turns to look at you with wide yet sleepy eyes, but smiles when he sees you

It takes a little bit of coaxing to get him to take some time away from what he’s working on

You turn him away from his desk and put some space between you before turning on some music and beginning the dance

His eyes, once bleary and tired, turn sharp and pointed as he watches you slip off your sweats to reveal what lies beneath

He’s polite and allows you to do your dance without interruption, leaving his hands at his sides even as you began to dance over his lap

Eventually it all gets too much and he buries his face in your neck as his hands grip your hips to bring them down against his hard on

The song hasn’t quite finished yet, but he’s already peeling off your panties so he can stuff his fingers into you

Has you like this for a bit, working you up like you have him, saying things like

“You’re going to give me a heart attack doing things like this without warning” and “You’re so damn good to me, baby.”

Slips his cock into you and let’s you ride him in his chair all while he gropes your ass and whispers dirty things in your ear

Yunho

He thinks you’re joking when you tell him you want to give him a lap dance

Laughs you off which only makes you want to do it even more just to spite him

You pick a random evening, one where he’s actually home at a decent time

He’s in the kitchen looking for something to eat when you walk up from behind and start feeling him up

He whirls around, mouth dropping open at the sight of you in lingerie

He doesn’t even have time to ask what’s going on because you’re pulling to him to the living room, pushing him into the couch

He just falls into the cushions, looking up at you with wide, curious eyes

Kind of like a lost puppy

He’s so confused when the music starts as he’s still trying to process everything

He curses when you start to dance provocatively, body looking so divine in the lingerie

He swallows hard when you hop on the couch and straddle his lap, grinding and moving over him, hands all over him

He’s very touchy

Hands all over your form — hips, ass, waist, chest, arms

You have to admit, you almost get side tracked when his erection grazes against your core, but you’re determined

He’s trying so hard to pull you all the way down on his lap, but you’re resisting to give in

You tease him with feather light touches and judging by the low groan from him, he’s getting a little fed up

You don’t care and turn yourself around to shake your ass against him, biting back a moan as he grips your ass with both hands

He finally reaches a breaking point and pushes you forward until you’re on the floor on your hands and knees

There’s the sound of pants being undone and soon you feel his cock prodding against your clothed core

“You know I don’t like to be teased, darling,” is all he says before pushing aside your panties and thrusting into you

Yeosang

You’re dancing around the house being silly

Yeosang is on the couch playing on his phone, but every now and then watches you as you dance around the living room to the beat of the music coming from your speaker

It’s all just shenanigans until a certain song comes on

Your whole mood changes instantly because this song is that kind of song

You begin to sway sensually to the slow beat

At first you’re just feeling yourself, not caring about your boyfriend sitting on the couch, but then

An idea hatches in your brain

You saunter over to him, bending down over him while your hands run up his thighs

He looks away from his phone and at you

He’s looking at you like ma’am wtf are you doing

You wedge yourself onto his lap, rolling your hips in time with the music

You hold his chin with your hand and keep your eyes locked with his as you mouth the words of the song

They’re some filthy lyrics

And at first Yeosang blushes a little because this just so random of you

But he relaxes and gives you all his attention, even widening his legs more so you can sit more comfortably

You look a mess

You’re in a pair of gym shorts and one of his hoodies

But you’re still turning him on immensely, cock hardening in his sweats

He interrupts your little performance by running his hands up your waist, slipping them under the sweatshirt

You moan as his hands massage your breasts and you sit on his lap fully, moaning again when you feel his erection press into you

Your movements stop as you bask in the feeling of his hands on you

He smirks

“Don’t stop, baby. Keep going. You were doing so well.”

You try to keep going, but his hands keep touching you all over and soon you’re pleading with him to fuck you

San

He’s the one who asked you to do it

And of course you agree

It’s something you have yet to do and you’re both excited to try something new in the bedroom

You get ready, dolling yourself up

Hair, make up, a sexy lingerie set, and some heels

You look stunning

He pulls you close, kissing down your neck while his hands roam over you

You have to push him away because you can’t do this yet

Not before you do your dance at least

He surprises you when he gets a camera ready

He says he wants to video the whole thing so he can save it for later ;)

You’re a tad nervous to be recorded, but once the music starts and you watch him as he reclines into his seat, your nerves fade away

You’ve got a whole floor routine put together, and you grow in confidence when you notice how he watches your every move intently

You crawl to him, rising between his thighs as your hands climb his torso to tease at the buttons on his shirt

He smirks and beckons you closer

You hop into his lap and straddle him, hips circling over his groin

He chuckles smugly when you stutter when you feel his erection

He reaches behind you and pulls your hair and you arch backwards

His free hand runs up your body from your tummy to your neck

You manage to gracefully roll off his lap and back into the floor

You go back to your earlier place and begin to undo his pants

His hand goes to your cheek, thumb stroking it sweetly as he watches you

You free him from his pants and stroke him

He groans and his head falls backwards when you take him in your mouth

“Ah, fuck, baby. You’re so damn hot.”

Mingi

You tell him you have a gift for him

When he asks you why you got him a gift, you tell him it’s because you just want to cherish him

He’s a little confused when you ask him to sit on the edge of the bed before running into your closet

He just waits for you there

So cute

He quirks an eyebrow at you when you come out of the closet in a silk robe

He asks you what this gift is exactly

He still hasn’t caught on

Until it dawns on him

He blushes as his eyes rake over your form

You walk to him, hand threading through his hair

He looks up at you, so beautiful and so amazing

You bend down and kiss him before telling him to sit back and enjoy

You discard the robe and he swallows as it falls off your frame to reveal your lingerie

He just kind of sits still as you dance

Until you throw one leg up on the bed over him, rolling your body so sensually it has his mind reeling

He grips your thigh firmly as he looks up at you, eyes now dark

A moment later he leans forward and begins to leave kisses on your thigh while his hand runs along your skin

You grip his hair and shudder at the feel of his lips

You dance on him some more before you push him backwards into the mattress

He falls onto his back, hands at your waist as you crawl on top of him

You grind down into his hard erection and you both groan out in bliss

The friction is euphoria

“You’re the best, did you know that?” he asks you after you’re impaled on his cock

You giggle and lean down to kiss him as you roll your hips

Wooyoung

Kind of like Yunho, he sort of plays it off as a joke

But with a twist

He says that you can give him a lap dance if you let him give you one

So that way you can see who’s better at being sexy

Of course he has to come through with the shenanigans

But you’re down for the competition and hey

It’s still going to be fun for you both ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You’re both in your apartment

Neither of you are really dressed sexy at all

Unless you consider sweats sexy

But you give him the dance first, sitting him down on the couch and putting on a sensual song

You just freestyle it, winging your way through the motions

You make sure to keep your eyes on his as you dance

He’s unwavering until you began to strip down to your underwear

You crawl into his lap, hands tugging at his hair and pulling his head back

You kiss up and down his jaw and neck as you roll your hips to the tempo of the song

You whisper filth into his ear and smirk at the way he squirms under you

You sit up straight and continue with some slow movements over him, hand sliding down to grope his clothed hard on

He moans just as his eyes lock with yours and fuck

You feel your panties grow damp

He must’ve noticed a change in you because he glides the pad of his finger over your panties, grinning at the wetness

He dips his finger past the fabric to plunge into your hole

You moan, body freezing from the sudden pleasure

He gloats

“That’s cheating,” you say in a pout

He laughs as he begins to finger you, now adding another finger

“Don’t worry, feel free to get me back when it’s my turn to dance”

He winks at you

Jongho

You’ve been taking this dance class recently

And normally you’d show your boyfriend all the choreo you learn when you get home

But lately you’ve refrained from showing him any of the new moves

He doesn’t really think much of it

Until you tell him how complex this new choreo is

And how sensual it is

Naturally he perks up at the word sensual

You decide to keep the new dance a secret until you’ve fully mastered it

You get yourself all dolled up one night and decide that’s the best time to show him

You sit him down in a chair and he asks you if this is the “sensual” dance you had mentioned before

You say yes and tell him you wanted to master it before showing him

He sits back in the chair as he watches you turn on the music from your phone

He’s pleasantly surprised as soon as you start dancing

The choreo is hot and he can’t help but blush a little at the sight of you moving so beautifully

He gets so into it, leaning forward to watch you closely

He gasses you up and cheers you on, telling you how amazing you are

Finally you began to dance on him, and he just laughs as he grabs your hips

He adores you and you’re so beautiful it has him straining in his pants

He sings along to the song so

He raises his hips to meet yours and smirks at the noise you make

He lets you finish your routine before he lifts you in his arms and carries you to the bedroom

He lays you on the bed and as he kisses down your stomach, he praises you endlessly

“You did so good, baby. You were wonderful. My gorgeous, talented, and sexy little girl. Now let me reward you.”

He ravishes you all night, high off of you

[vespersposts]

*Daiki has always been focused on his passion. Basketball. Ball and his friends has always been the most important thing in his mind. The thrill of the game, becoming the best and the adrenaline of the matches. That and his studies were all he cared about. Or so it was, until recently. He wasn't really expecting it, and that may have been one of the reasons it has taken a bit to notice and process it adequately. His lazy self usually doesn't focus on girls other than the ones in the magazine's, those with voluptuous bodies and huge breasts, the only one able to calm his horny mind when in need. But this, was different. He thought that your entrance on the team as its new Physiotherapist was nothing out of ordinary. Just a replacement for the old one, if you asked him. But you proved him wrong from the first minute. You were careful and delicate when tending to the team, vorpal swords starting to acknowledge your meticulous work and precise treatment for each of them as a treasure. Between the most obedientes ones, midorima, tetsurou and of course, Akashi. Kise was on the pouty side of your approach still you always got it your way with in cause he internally and maybe not so internally have a huge soft spot for you. On the laziest side of the VS bench, of course it was Atsushi, a laziness you quickly learnt to overcome by offering him goodies and snacks to have it your way to treat and examine him. And then, it was him. Daiki Aomine. The VS ace. The so wrongly called monster. Who at first was indifferent but as you make your place on the time, he just feels puzzled.

That tiny frame of yours, both, body and height, still such a strong presence. A natural grace in your moves, still that pride on your aura, he was utterly confused. Not only by how easily you catch his attention,but when he started to talk to you. You always stood your ground, you smacked him if he was being lazy, you secured his bandages and muscles with to the utmost professionalism, if you have something to say you just say it directly. No filter, no sugarcoating. No. That wasn't you. And the moment he took a moment to think about why... Why was he so attentive to you? Why does he always tries to pinch you? Why is always looking or staring at you? Why is he always thinking about you? He noticed. He was hooked. Completely wrapped around your finger. Still prideful as he is, he wasn't just gonna admit it plainly and he decided to pick your attention the best way he knows how. By teasing.

Hanging your jacket specially high so you needed his help to get it back, emptying your water bottle so you have to take the one he is offering you, breaking his shoe laces so you have to handle him a pair of new ones.... He knows you must feel annoyed. Still he can't help but to smile wide when he notices. You looking at his toned, tanned muscles, your sight following his body from head to toe, your laugh at his sometimes lame sometimes occurrent jokes. How good do you deal with his lazy side by challenging him to little something's and he knows. He can read you as an open book. You like him. It's actually written all over your face. Still, he likes to take his time. To savour the conquest, to make sure he actually earns your love. However, as days goes by, he finds himself more and more unable to hold back. He can't stop wondering how your soft, pale and freckled skin would feel under his hands, what noises will escape past your lips when he kisses you the hungriest, or how wet can he make you on the spot. It's consuming. It's painful. How your red, flamey hair would look loose and not in that bun or pony tail you always wear (although he surely appreciates you wearing in for certain practices) how having you loving him, as fierce as you are, as prideful as you are as strong as you are. How experiencing not just lust but love by your side would feel. So after one of the last training sessions of the season, he just finds himself unable to hold back for one more second. After the whole team has left he grabs you by your arm and is kick to take your to the lockers room and pins you against the lockers wall* Okay Vesper... It's been long since you got on my last nerve. I'm not gonna play around anymore. I want you to be mine. And do not try to hide it... I've got eyes on my face... I've noticed how you look at me. So let's make this easy... I'm gonna try to kiss you... If you love me back .. then don't move... If not, then push me away... But this game, ends today....* He says, his usual lazy tone long gone. This was the athlete, the leader,the ace. And he was being nothing but serious about it* I'm tired from wanting you from the shadows. This ends today... And the how... It's up to you...*he whispers on your ear, his breath tickling your soft delicate skin, oh, how he adores your figure, your presence, your shape. But in the end a relationship is about two. Will he be able to have your heart as of today?

Daiki Aomine

No matter how hard you tried to hide it, you were convinced that anyone could see how much you liked him. Sure, sometimes he was so listless and irritating that you wanted to choke him with medical gauze, but it was an intention that had fortunately faded once and for all, when you had called the 'stomachache' that Daiki gave you by its proper name. How it had been possible for you to cross the professional line was still a mystery.

You had already followed handsome athletes, you were used to massaging and bandaging toned bodies, for that very reason your attention had always turned to boys who were more intelligent than attractive. 

Yet he was irritating because of that too, because he defied all your logic.

If you could have gone back to the early days when you worked for the Vorpal Swords, you would have realized that you would have done better to handle your contacts in a more detached manner, so that he couldn't easily win you over with his dumb pranks or jokes.

Because that was probably what it was all about, having your feelings confirmed not by real interest, but by some sort of bet he had made with himself.

In hindsight you had seen the genesis of that moment: the indifference, the first chatter and then the jokes and that supposed intimacy that had deceived you.

That's why you found yourself locked between his body and the lockers, during the last day of team training, his words so true and irritating. Your name, said by his voice, a sultry praise. That 'I know you like me' that had made you want to slap him and deny everything, if only it would have helped.

“ I'm tired from wanting you from the shadows. This ends today... And the how... It's up to you...*he whispers on your ear, his breath tickling your soft delicate skin.

You cannot articulate words, the only thing you can do is bow your head, to recover some space and cover your ears with your hands. You feel the blood boil in your veins, you hear it roar in your ears, and suddenly you realize that the only person responsible for that situation is that giant in front of you, who has been tugging at you, like a rag doll in the locker room, to convince you that he has feelings for you, when in fact all he is doing is feeding his ego.

"Why me? Just because you think I'm stupid? Or did you merely want to degrade me? I should have known right away what you were like. How much fun you must have had behind my back, planning in detail this dumb plan, pretending interest, friendship, attraction, just so you could tell everyone things like 'look how I turn that little cunt hanging on my every word!' Now I'll tell you something, Daiki. It's not funny. You are not funny. Since you want it so much, I'll tell you: I like you, I like you a lot, but at the same time I despise you. And I actually think I don't deserve something like that, you know?" 

*You catch your breath and chase back the tears where they came from, move his arm and look at him with bitterness*

"I've had enough, I'm leaving. Enjoy your holidays and try to grow up, I'll make sure your next physio reaches you on time for the summer retreat. Good night." 

[borkthemork]

Okay, so I noticed something during the shots we had in the trailer.

Marcy’s suspended body is a similar shot in both the intro and the clips. Marcy is in a tank, and her hair appears to be consistent with the hairstyle she had back in True Colors.

However,

In the Yunan and Olivia escape, she has very long hair and has gotten out of the resuscitation suit to something armor-esque, but it looks like her legs aren’t working or haven’t been used.

So I believe the very dark shot of Marcy’s reveal in the tank is actually at the end of The New Normal as a parallel to Amphibia’s Season One premiere.

Look at the way the castle is framed. There is rain, lightning, every shot in the castle is mainly dark, decrepit, mysterious just like how it’s framed with Toad Tower back in Best Fronds. It is very much a parallel to Sasha’s introduction into the Amphibia storyline.

And when Andrias talks to himself, you could see that he first conceals Marcy’s chambers, and then reveals it to the audience.

It makes sense to do this at The New Normal since the Amphibia Season One premiere showcased Anne getting used to her new normal, and now she’s once again doing it with the Plantars on Earth. Also, they needed a way to make a dramatic reveal of Marcy in-narrative rather than the intro, so this is the best way to handle it.

Now, if supposedly one month has passed since Anne’s Earth arc, then I want you guys to remember something very, very specific.

Fully-fleshed out flashbacks usually come from 22-minute specials. We got this with Reunion, we got this with True Colors, and Matt even explained that this format they use actually helps highlight specific characters and who would be the main focus of the episode, while also creating parallels to some aspect of the flashback in the rest of the scenes ahead.

So Yunan and Olivia’s episode of exploring the castle and rescuing Marcy is not just one episode segment.

It’s a 22-minute special in Olivia’s and Yunan’s perspectives.

And we could already see a parallel from the flashback to the flashforward in the episode too. Look at Marcy’s crutches. She has broken her leg the first time she came to Amphibia, and we could assume that this scene is not only an evaluation of Marcy’s wonder and weariness of being alone in a new world, but a commentary of Marcy and Olivia’s relationship when they first met each other.

It was probably formal. Since Olivia is an advisor I could definitely see Olivia making promises to help Marcy jump start her life in Newtopia, and Marcy felt appreciated that someone like her would want to do that for her.

Now go to this scene. Marcy cannot use her legs at the moment. We don’t know if they’re broken or if they’ve been unused for a long time, but Marcy still needs a pair of crutches to maneuver around during the rescue.

And I find this very poignant if we think about it. Marcy’s relationships with Yunan and Olivia weren’t just formal or acquaintance-like, Yunan and Olivia (both shown in the Theme-song Takeover and the current episode shots) actually genuinely care for her and her safety. They possibly met out of circumstance and formalness, but now that’s not the case anymore.

What happened with Marcy is that she confided in the wrong person. She had a support system right there in front of her but Andrias kept her from seeing that by making the biggest actions of gratitude and reward, making her believe that he knows what she wants and knows what she needs.

So here we have Yunan and Olivia being Marcy’s crutches during her escape.

She is afraid, hurt from what happened with King Andrias, and now these two newts she’d grown to care for are now supporting her with each step, supporting her as they make their escape out of the castle.

She has found her support system. A real support system.

And Olivia’s promise to help Marcy had been fulfilled, to the very end.

[anonquack]

| Chef Q |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot, Requested by: @anotherdreamsimp !!

Word Count: 3328

Warnings: Some curse words, mainly just some fluff !

Summary: Quackity hasn't been streaming recently, and decides to come back with a cooking stream. Featuring you as a special guest.

Lately, Quackity had been studying like crazy for his final exams. That meant no streaming. He'd take a break from it to focus entirely on his studies. Absolutely nothing else.

He claimed to have his priorities straight, and had the goal to pass all exams with high scores in order to keep his grades looking wonderful.

This also meant there was rarely any time spent between you two, beside the occasional snack breaks you forced him to take so he wouldn't die at his desk.

It was tough not being able to show him a random video you'd found on the timeline, or walking up to chat with him whenever you wanted, but you knew this was very important to him. So you gladly supported him and offered as much support as possible.

Thankfully, all of his studying paid off and he passed with flying colors. A teacher had even informed him that he'd received the top score for one of his final exams.

You were the first person to hear the news, and you couldn't help but feel the adoration coursing through your body at how excited he was to tell you. Jumping up and down and shaking you lightly as he told you about his scores.

You'd offered to take him out for a celebratory meal, to treat him for all his hard work and also since you missed the fun outings with him. There was no way he was saying no to that.

—

After a day out and about, you two had made your way back home. Both of you were pleasantly full, having enjoyed the meal and also dessert. His request, for "doing so well on his finals." How could you possibly deny him that?

You both were also very content, a warmth and comfort surrounding the air around you two the entirety of the outing.

One thing that was impossible not to notice was how he'd become exceptionally clingy as soon as you two were out of the car. Gripping onto your hand tightly as you singlehandedly unlocked the front door.

"I've missed you so much these past few days." He murmered as you finally got the door to open and pulled him inside.

"I've missed you too." You hummed softly. It was always nice hearing him say these things. You locked the front door, and gently pulled at his hand to lead him back to your room.

It didn't take much of a pull for him to willingly follow you. "Can we cuddle or something?" He asked softly, almost as if he was a bit embarrassed to ask. You turned to him and gave him a grin, along with a small nod.

You'd missed him, even if you two had been in the same apartment this whole time. You'd especially been missing cuddles with him, considering he studied pretty much all day. There wasn't enough time being shared together so you gladly agreed to some cuddling.

Sooner than later, you two found yourselves in your pajamas, laying in bed peacefully as you scrolled through tiktok, screen tilted in order for him to see as well. It really was so nice finally being able to be this close to him again.

After some time, you found yourself looking through tweets on the timeline. A certain one caught his attention and he asked you to stop scrolling.

It was a tweet from a fan, saying they missed Quackity since he hadn't streamed in two weeks, but that overall they hoped his tests were going fine.

"Has it really been 2 weeks?" He asked aloud as he clicked on it and looked through the replies, all agreeing with the original tweet.

"Mm.. two and a half, I think." You answered, looking at him curiously as a guilty expression appeared on his face.

"Hey." You called out once you saw the expression wasn't leaving. He turned to you with a small frown.

"It's fine. You had a good reason for being gone so long. I'm sure they understand. Plus, you'll be back soon, right?" You asked, to which he nodded before sitting up from the cuddling position you two were in.

You sat up as well, noticing how his eyes widened slightly, and a small smile made its way onto his face.

"I just got a great idea." He exclaimed. "Y'know, I was going to just spend the next few days with you since I missed you but– how about we stream something together? That way I can enjoy both, and the fans get a stream too."

You stared at him in surprise. The fans did know he was dating someone, but you rarely ever came out on streams, not because he didn't want you to but because you didn't deem it to be necessary.

The few times you had been on, you'd received tons of love and support from the chat, so you didn't think anything too bad would happen if you were to appear on his stream again.

"What did you have in mind?" You asked curiously. The other times you'd been on were him playing horror games and an extremely scuffed IRL stream.

"Well.. I haven't done a cooking stream in a while." He began, but you quickly shook your head.

"Oh no. Don't tell me you're going to make us eat some monstrosity‐ like your past cooking streams." You visibly shuddered at the thought. You remember having to help clean up the mess after. And no matter how funny it had been, the actual cleanup was awful.

"No no– I was thinking maybe we do a serious one, y'know? Chat hasn't really been able to see my cooking abilities, and well.. I'd say I am pretty good at it." He grinned. He was unfortunately right.

You relaxed at the mention of it being a 'serious' cooking stream. It could never really be too serious when it came to Quackity, but it meant not eating dog food or poorly made pizza. You were in.

"So we'll make an actual.. edible.. meal?" You questioned again, just to be sure. To which he nodded.

"Yeah, and we can enjoy that meal after. Like a date. What do you say?" He was beaming. It was his creativity rolling in. And he was probably so proud of himself for finding a way to spend time with you yet also give chat the stream content they'd been missing out on.

"Alright. I'm in."

You hadn't seen him this eager to get out of bed and head to the grocery store ever before. Chat was really in for a fun stream tomorrow.

—

He'd tweeted it out several hours before you two planned on starting the stream that he'd be streaming today with a special guest, and that he had his chef hat ready to go.

As you scrolled through Twitter you could see the timeline freaking out over 'COOKING STREAM' and 'SPECIAL GUEST'. Lots of discussion over who it was.

You couldn't help but feel a bit bad since the fans were probably speculating that he'd met up with his online friends, but in reality it was just you. In that case, you'd try your best to make this a fun stream, and your presence an enjoyable one.

As the time for the stream to start got closer, you helped him set the ingredients you'd be using onto the table, in a way where it was in perfect view for the stream to see and follow along if they wished.

"We're supposed to start in 5." You called out as he slipped his beanie on, fixing the few hair strands that were sticking out a bit too much.

He smiled and made his way over to you, cupping your face and giving you a small kiss. "I'm so excited to do some cooking with you. They're all going to love you."

You couldn't help the warm feeling that spread over your chest at his words. It was like introducing you all over again. He'd recently gained a lot of new followers, and that meant they probably had no idea who you were. Always fun going through that again.

He dealt with some last minute editing and placing, checking all ingredients were there and that everything was set, before hitting the 'Go Live' button.

It didn't take long for the viewers to increase after the tweet notification went out, and the starting soon screen was the only thing really protecting you two from the roaring chat.

Everyone was dying to know what was going on, who the special guest was, and whether this would be yet another scuffed cooking stream.

You stood behind the camera as the starting soon screen finally disappeared and he began greeting the viewers, thanking all the subs coming in, and eventually also giving them a little update on how he'd done on his exams.

You felt so proud as you watched him boast about how his studying had paid off, and how he talked about being the happiest he'd been in a while. He deserved all of it. And chat thought so too.

After some rambling about his test scores and what they'd be cooking today, chat finally became too impatient and asked for a reveal of the special guest.

"Fine. Fine. Since you guys are so fucking impatient." He huffed, watching as chat flew by, telling him to 'get on with it' and to 'TELL US WHO IT IS'. You couldn't help but laugh at the relationship he had with his chat. Always bullying each other but usually knowing when to stop and send love.

"I've actually had them on multiple other streams, not so much recently.. but they've been on my horror streams.. some IRL streams.. and they are really really special to me, chat!" He said with a big smile. Some of chat was confused as to who he was referring to, while older fans began to question if it was YOU. They were very smart.

"Some of the viewers might not know of them, so this is like I'm introducing them to chat all over again! Come over here." He finally directed the last part at you. You couldn't help but feel the sudden spike in anxiety, but chose to ignore it as you smiled back at him and headed into the frame beside him.

With a small wave and a greeting, you watched as chat completely broke. A mess of question marks and your name being spread in chat. You couldn't help but laugh. It was an overwhelmingly positive reaction as Quackity explained to new viewers that you were his partner, and that older fans were already aware of this for a while now.

The amount of 'y/n our beloved' and people asking if quackity's partner was single were abundant in chat, and you couldn't help but feel stupid for thinking the newer viewers would hate you or something.

Having the approval of Quackity's chat also made you feel lighter, it made it easier to let go and just enjoy the cooking stream.

You two began to explain what you'd be cooking to chat, and you made it very clear that he actually had to try and cook this time, to which chat agreed wholeheartedly.

He'd taken a recipe from his mom for one of his favorite meals, one he hadn't had in a while. He explained to chat that he wanted to see how well you and him could recreate it until you two took a trip to visit his family.

"Hopefully we don't disappoint her too much." You mumbled as he placed the chef hat onto your head, fixing it so you looked presentable.

"She can't be because we're actually gonna try." He stated before beginning to explain to chat what the meal was since many of them might not have even heard of it before. As he did that, you began to set aside the ingredients you wouldn't be needing until later.

After everything had been explained, it was time to get cooking. His concentration to try and recreate his mom's recipe was adorable, and chat agreed on that too.

This stream wasn't loud and messy like the others, but it was still enjoyable in its own way. Quackity was radiating such wonderful light and energy, cracking jokes and genuinely enjoying himself. It was all thanks to the stress and worries being lifted off his back. You really enjoyed seeing him like this.

Chat was able to follow along later if they wanted with how organized you guys were being, but the banter he had with you and chat made it entertaining to any casual viewer. He always found a way to make it fun.

Not only that, but chat was able to see a new side of him. The Chef Q side. More often than not, a message would roll in saying they were amazed by how good Quackity actually was at cooking. You could already imagine some of the edits that'd come out of the stream.

His mom had told you two beforehand how long it would normally take to cook this meal, and it was perfect for a usual stream and some extras where you two would actually get to try the food.

There was moments where chat was warning you two that the food would burn or that he'd accidentally set the kitchen on fire, but overall you were enjoying yourself so much.

And chat was enjoying your presence too!

By the time you two managed to finish the meal, you both plopped down onto the chairs he'd set for the supposed 'breaks'.

He had some of the sauce on his cheek and his apron, but still managed to look good. He'd also smeared sauce onto your cheek, and at this point some strands were sticking out of your hat in such a messy way since the last few minutes had been rather hectic, food almost burning and all.

"Chat. We did it." He called out before cheering loudly and clapping his hands, to which you swiftly followed along, chat beginning to cheer as well.

"I think its only right that we try what we made, don't you think?" You ask, to which chat quickly types YES in all caps, wanting to see the finished product and also find out if it even tastes good.

Quackity let out a chuckle as he smiled over at you. "Not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous. We haven't even seen it so it might just be black. Burnt to a crisp. Or what if it tastes like shit? Y/N i don't know what I'm going to do if the food tastes like shit. Thats what we're supposed to eat on our date." He whined a bit.

You shook your head, "It'll be great. And if not, we can just order takeout. It'll be fine big q." You smiled reassuringly. Chat became a frenzy of calling him cute for the state he was in, declaring their love for how supportive and kind you were, and melting over your relationship.

Before you knew it, you were both revealing the meal to chat, and pleasantly surprised by the results. The presentation of the meal itself looked really good. It looked like what you'd expect from such a plate. Quackity had even gone as far as saying it looked similar to how his mom made it.

You gasped, smiling in surprise at him. "Really? Did we really do that good of a job." His face turned into one of regret, and a long segment of silence engulfed you two before he nodded hesitantly. You both broke out into a fit of laughter.

"Okay okay, seriously. Chat's waiting for you to try it." You placed a fork in front of him, earning a loud scoff from him.

"They want to see you try it as well." He mirrored your actions and you gladly took the fork.

"Alright. First bite. Let's see if all our hard work paid off! Chat, are you ready?" You grinned and watched as the 'YES's started rolling in, some viewers telling you both to get the fuck on with it, and others gushing about how the food actually looked good. You could only hope.

You watched as he began to dig in, mouth full and chewing slowly, truly trying to savor the first bite. You did the same, and the stream was silent for the first time in a while. Chat was in suspense as well, question marks and incoherent rambling rolling through the chat.

"Chat..." he finally spoke after swallowing his bite. "Chat. It's." He paused before showing a small smile. "It's not bad at all. I like it. It's good."

You nodded your head in agreement, "It's nowhere near as good as the ones your mom makes.. but I think you and I make a pretty good team."

"I think so too. And not just for cooking." He grinned, earning himself a playful eye roll and shy smile from you.

The stream proceeded to you two feeding each other bites of the meal, asking each other if it was good, and just enjoying yourselves for a bit longer before Quackity deemed it was time to end.

"Chat !! Thank you so much for tuning in and watching this.. actually coordinated cooking stream. I had so much fun and well, I ate yummy food. I'm happy." He laughed, thanking a few more gifters before doing his signature Bye, and ending stream.

He hurried over to your side, pulling you into a hug. "Thank you so much. I truly had fun. And they definitely loved you, but not nearly as much as I do."

You chuckled at his words, giving him a small kiss before cupping his face. "I had a lot of fun too. Thank you for always being so nice to me." You paused, observing how cute he looked with his chef hat still on. "I think I like Chef Alex." You reached over and fixed his hat a bit.

"Yeah? Should I keep it on?" He teased, coming a bit closer. You couldn't help the warmth that spread over your cheeks at how blunt he was.

"Yes, but you need to help me clean this up. Maybe after we finish the food, hm? C'mon. Don't think I forgot our deal."

He whined, already feeling too lazy, but he quickly followed after you as you two sat down to actually eat. Still wearing the silly attire he'd bought for the stream, far too unbothered to change just yet.

Through a mouthful he asked, "Cuddles and a nap after we're done?"

You smiled and nodded, to which he gave a silent cheer. That was enough motivation to get you both up and cleaning after finishing the meal.

—

Wrapped in each other's arms again. He couldn't seem to get enough of it. You were once again scrolling through Twitter, this time scrolling through his indirects, wanting to see what people were saying about the stream.

He'd ask you to stop to read certain ones he found funny, and even 'aww'd at the ones he found cute, mainly those talking about how cute you two looked.

Surely enough, there was already edits using the clips of him cooking, and you'd openly admitted to him that he looked "so fucking good." To which he responded by cuddling closer, if even humanly possible.

Quackity found the numerous clips of you two feeding each other to be the best part of the tweets. You two rewatched, saved, liked as many as you could before he became tired.

And with that, he was pulling you close, and leaving small kisses anywhere he could on your face. Eventually, his chest slowly rose and fell as he entered a deep slumber. You smiled, glad to see he was finally getting the rest he deserved.

"Goodnight, Alex." You whispered, leaving a small kiss on his cheek before closing your eyes as well.

[scoobydoofenshmirtz]

The Horny Cinematography of Seasons 4 and 5 of Supernatural

So I made this kinda silly post about how horny the late Kripke era of Supernatural was and it was mostly meant as a joke, but then it got me thinking. So I did a little bit of digging, went through some memorable scenes, and noticed some actual patterns in the way Dean and Castiel are shot versus other characters. Disclaimer: this is not exactly a scientific analysis. I didn’t rewatch the entire two seasons for this and there are probably shots with other characters that I missed that go against it, but this is just the general trend that I noticed. 

Click on the images for higher resolution. Analysis is under the cut.

So the general premise of this analysis is that Cas and Dean are shot noticeably close-up, typically staring intensely into each other’s eyes. I think we all know about the whole staring thing, but the actual close-ups were way more intense then I think some people might realize, especially when compared to other interactions between different characters. Cas in particular is shot very close-up frequently whether he’s talking to someone else or by himself (there are so many gorgeous close-ups of Misha in season 4), but the intense eye contact is pretty much only with Dean. 

It starts off almost immediately in 4x01 Lazarus Rising where in Dean and Castiel’s very first interaction, they stand very close and the camera focuses on their faces. First we have two close-ups, then in what is maybe my favorite shot in all of Supernatural, Castiel steps in closer to Dean and the close-ups get even tighter. He tilts his head and stares thoughtfully at Dean with those big blue eyes. Cut to Dean’s look of discomfort after being told (very accurately) “you don’t think you deserve to be saved.”

Things amp up in literally Castiel’s second appearance in 4x02 Are You There God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester with one of the horniest Destiel scenes in the show (again this is only their second interaction!) We have Castiel unexpectedly showing up at Bobby’s house, Dean sassing him, and Castiel stepping very close to Dean and saying “You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in.” This is a very tense interaction with some beautiful low key lighting that pretty much went extinct after season 5. Notice how tight the frame is, even compared to 4x01. These are extreme close-ups where both Dean and Castiel’s chins and foreheads are cut out of the frame. 

Castiel’s third appearance in 4x03 In the Beginning is a lot more prominent as he has many scenes throughout the episode instead of just one. I’m not gonna include pictures of all of them because there’s lot, but there are plenty of close-ups and intense gazes between the two (e.g. sitting on the bed, “Hello Dean. What were you dreaming about?” which according to Misha, Kim manners said was “too gay” but they did it like that anyway) and contains the first time they touch and the first time they are shot in more high key lighting. Go rewatch the episode if you want to see more lovely close-ups between Dean and Cas. 

Next I would like to draw your attention to episode 4x07 It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester. This is Castiel’s fourth appearance and the first time we see him interact with a character who’s not Dean. This is where the differences between how they’re shot start to become apparent. First we have Sam’s first interaction with Castiel (greetings blood freak) that is shot with standard close-ups. Eventually, Dean comes in, conversation happens blah blah blah and we get to the more intense discussion about how the angels want to destroy the town. The discussion is between Dean, Cas, Sam, and Uriel, but Dean and Cas get most of the focus. The camera tells us that they are the main subjects in this scene. Dean and Cas are shot more close-up and tighter and they are standing closer and looking in each others eyes unlike Sam who is looking back and forth between them and standing a few steps back. 

Of course this doesn’t stop in season 4. Here is a similar example from 5x02 Good God, Ya’ll! but the difference between Dean and Cas and Sam is even more obvious. This is the “I'm hunted, I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for you,” exchange which I find interesting. Some people could say here that Cas means “you” plural as in Sam and Dean but the Camera is so focused on just Dean and Cas while Sam just sorta hangs there in the background. 

One thing that I think is interesting is that these types of shots-extreme close-ups with two characters looking into each other’s eyes and standing no feet apart-are not necessarily exclusive to Dean and Cas, but they are usually in a different context. Pretty much all (at least that I could remember) the other examples of this type of shot are between one character and a villain. Below we have three fairly intense confrontations between characters, Sam and Uriel in 4x07 It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester, Dean and Alastair in 4x16 On the Head of a Pin, and Dean and Cas in 4x22 Lucifer Rising. The composition is almost exactly the same with similar lighting as well, but one of these things is not like the other. Very obviously Cas is not a villain and this scene in particular is a huge moment for his character that cements his decision to fully rebel against Heaven for Dean. 

Also characters that tend to be that close together looking into each other’s eyes in two shots are usually villains except for Dean and Cas. Below we have a shot of Ruby and Sam very close together right before he drinks her blood and a very close-up shot of Dean and Alastair both in 4x16 On the Head of a Pin. Compare that to the two shot from 4x02 Are You There God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester above for example. There is a certain sexual nature in these two villain scenes (and a lot of villain interactions on Supernatural in general). Obviously, Sam and Ruby are literally having sex, but Alastair is also portrayed as a villain who sexually objectifies his victims (the torture scene with Ruby, calling Dean “Daddy’s little girl, etc.) but Cas is not a villain and yet the framing is very similar. 

Now I want to compare two fight scenes, one in season 4 and one in season 5. Here we have the fight scene between Ruby and Sam in 4x09 I Know What You Did Last Summer. Ruby is of course a sexy lady who Sam sleeps with in a sexy fight scene where she “proves” that she wants to help Sam by killing the other demon instead of Sam. But of course, the fight scene in 5x18 Point of No Return is shot way more close-up and Dean and Cas are inches away from each other. While I wouldn’t described this scene as “sexy” (Cas is literally beating Dean to a pulp) it is way more charged...intimate isn’t exactly the right word but there’s a similar but more intense erotic energy than in the fight scene with Ruby. 

Unrelated side note: there is a great use of breaking the 180 degree rule in this scene that I think works way better in this instance at disorienting the viewer than the shaky cam does. 

Next I have some random examples I noticed that show some of the different shots between characters. We have Anna in 4x10 Heaven and Hell right before she has sex with Dean. It’s fairly close-up, but still pretty loose framing compared to a lot of scenes between Dean and Cas. Anna’s entire face is still in the frame. Then we have a scene between Sam and Ruby in 4x09 I Know What You Did Last Summer that is also not as close-up as a lot of Dean and Cas scenes. On the bottom is a shot from 5x17 99 Problems which is I think the closest Sam and Cas physically get in these seasons before they ever hug. It’s more of a medium close-up than most of the scenes between Dean and Cas where they get that close. Lastly I have probably the tightest close-ups between Dean and Cas from 4x16 On the Head of a Pin. It’s similar to the shots from 4x02 but the context is pretty different with Cas trying to reassure Dean about the apocalypse. I know these don’t really have a theme but I thought they were good examples of the general pattern.

Finally I would like to point out a scene that is sort of the opposite which is the infamous staring scene in 4x21 When the Levee Breaks that goes on for like an hour. I don’t really know what to say about this scene only that I can’t believe it’s real. They literally just stand and stare at each other.

So what’s the point of all this? I honestly don’t really know. None of these observations are hard and fast rules and I’m sure there are times when other characters are shot like this. However, Dean and Cas seem to be the only ones consistently framed this way-tight close-ups, staring into each other’s eyes standing zero feet apart. What does it all mean? To me it shows that their bond is unique and special (profound you might say). It’s not even like they’re shot in a similar manner to love interests, it’s that their framing is unique, it stands out. Was it on purpose? Maybe. How shots end up looking is interesting because it really is the work of a lot of different people including the director, the cinematographer, the editors and more. I don’t think they were thinking “we should film Dean and Cas in this very intense way because they’re in love” or anything, but they obviously recognized there was something special between these two characters. And truly, the intentions don’t matter all that much to me. What’s there is there, and watching it the first time around I noticed how close Dean and Cas always were and watching it back post 15x18 all those shots stand out even more to me. There’s really no conclusion here, but I think it’s interesting to look a bit more closely at the cinematography in TV shows that we don’t always think of as having the highest quality production. There’s a lot of layers to be discovered outside of scripts and acting and things we tend to focus on more as viewers. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Flying High, Falling Fast

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; fingering, oral, fucking, subtle creep factor, deceptive charm, the usual fare you know

This is dark!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You meet the new Captain America at an event and impress him with your homemade project, but his interest is more than friendly.

Note: We all need some dark!Sam, right? This is a pretty long one shot, just over 7k words but it was super fun to write a character I don’t get to a lot. But I hope you love him as much as me!

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You’d never been to a meet and greet before but it seemed like the perfect opportunity to meet up with Reese. The two of you met a year and a half ago on a Discord server for PC builds and eventually waded through the awkward blank cursors to real conversations. Little updates on new additions to your machines, memes about coding, and the occasional gaming session. He became a stalwart in your mostly solitary existence between work and your empty private life.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Reese but you felt safer meeting a stranger from the internet in a public setting. Plus, it was his suggestion. His roommate fell through on attending the event with him and you eagerly accepted the unclaimed ticket. Of course, Reese insisted it was his treat but you made him promise to let you pay for lunch.

Even more exciting, you were going to meet the new Captain America. THE CAPTAIN AMERICA. You wanted to squee but had to play it cool as you waited with Reese in the winding queue. 

As exclusive as the meet and greet was, it was stiflingly crowded, even more strenuous as you and Reese tried to adjust your rapport to a face-to-face environment. You mostly ended up chuckling and struggling for some cogent thought.

“What’s in the bag?” Reese asked, finally cracking through the stunted small talk.

“Oh, oh my god, I almost forgot,” you carefully lifted the bag and opened the top to let him peek inside, “I made this last year during lockdown. It’s silly but it was fun.”

He poked his finger around the opening of your drawstring knapsack and his brows rose in surprise. The drone had taken you most of your spare time but you hadn’t yet had a chance to do more than hover it around your bedroom. It was an exact replica, or exact as you could get, of the former Falcon’s Redwing.

“Holy shit! You never mentioned it,” he said.

“Oh, well, I guess… I never thought to. I just spent about an hour or so whenever I could, getting it together. Most of the time was spent on programming,” you closed your bag and let hit hang from your elbow, “and that’s another checkbox on the nerd list.”

“Please, look who you're talking to,” he joked with a snort.

You smiled at him sheepishly and looked ahead of the bodies in front of you as the line shifted forward. He wasn’t exactly disappointing, if anything, he was exactly what you expected. Skinny with black-framed glasses and a bright tee with the Captain’s shield emblazoned across his chest. He wasn’t bad-looking and thankfully not an incel.

“So, uh, you gonna give it to him or something?” Reese asked.

“What-- uh, no, I was hoping he’d sign it actually,” you chewed your lip anxiously, “if I don’t spaz out and just walk away.”

“Right,” he scoffed, “the last time I went to one of these I almost passed out.”

“Oh? Who was it?” you wondered aloud.

“Tony Stark. But I was still in high school,” he explained, “everything else sells out before I get to it. These I got by luck. If David hadn’t swiped them, we’d be standing outside wishing we were in here.”

“I can’t believe he passed on the ticket,” you uttered.

“I’m happy he did,” Reese said, “it made it easier to convince you to meet.”

“Well… we didn’t have to--”

“I’m teasing. Sorry. I’m not very… experienced at this,” he fidgeted.

“It’s fine,” you shrugged as you moved with the line, “I’m just nervous about meeting Captain America, you know? You’re not as intimidating… but I like that.”

“Uh, thanks,” he laughed as you got closer to the table and fidgeted with the straps of your bag. You were almost there.

You stepped up when the people ahead of you cleared away and you couldn’t help but stare at Bucky Barnes’ metal hand as he signed Reese’s special edition Blip magazine. He cleared his throat and you looked the Winter Soldier in the face. 

“Oh, sorry,” you slid the poster you got from the shop on the way in onto the table and he unrolled it and signed. You tried really hard not to focus on his hand, you were so curious as to how it all worked. “Thank you.”

He smiled through tight lips and said, “your welcome” before you sidled down to Sam Wilson as you rolled up your poster.

“Don’t worry about him,” Sam said, “he hates these things. I can’t take him anywhere.”

His laughter received a sharp look from the super soldier. Sam took Reese’s magazine and asked his name. You were too lost in thought to answer when he asked for yours. You coughed and sputtered as you tried to remember and Reese answered for you, adding that you were nervous.

“I, uh, oh,” you lifted your bag, “I was hoping, maybe, you might sign this instead,” you handed the poster to Reese and reached into your knapsack, “if you don’t mind?”

You carefully placed the drone on the table and his brows shot up in surprise. He lifted it just as you let it go and admired it as he leaned back, “you make this?”

“Yeah,” you answered shyly, “doesn’t have all the cool features like yours but it flies.”

“That’s awesome,” he put it back down and uncapped his marker, “where do you want me to sign?”

“Just on the top is fine,” you pointed, “thank you so much.”

“My pleasure,” he put his signature after spelling out your name and he grabbed the drone again, “hey, Buck, look at this? I don’t see any fancy arms that need signing.”

“Shut up,” Bucky grumbled and eyed the drone, “pretty cool, though.”

“Thanks, uh, well, we should get out of the way,” you said.

He handed you the drone and smiled. You began to shuffle away and he called you back to the table, “you code? Do a lot of programming?”

“Mostly just corporate sites,” you answered.

“Here,” he reached into his pocket, “send me a text. I think I know some people who’d like to meet you.”

“What?” you took the card rigidly.

“Sure, we’re always looking for techs,” he said, “and if we can’t find a spot for you, maybe you can see the real Redwing. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Wow, thank you, you… don’t have to do… that,” you stuttered.

“I’d be stupid not to,” he waved off your protests, “you go have fun, you two.”

You backed away and turned to walk away with Reese as you shoved your drone back in your bag with the card, numb with disbelief. 

“Wow, I can’t believe…” you trailed off as you mind wandered.

“Me either,” Reese said oddly, “that’s… wild.”

You looked at him and smiled. He didn’t look mad, only serious. You tightened the neck of the knapsack and slung it over your shoulders.

“So what are we doing for lunch?” you asked.

🌠

In the two weeks since you attended the meet and greet, you and Reese kept up mostly online, many arrangements interrupted by your real life responsibilities. It wasn’t until you offered for him to come with you to the SWORD labs that he had any free time for you. After a stressful text exchange with Captain America, you were too anxious to go alone and he was more than welcoming when you asked to bring a friend.

You stood on the subway as Reese sat and played his Switch. He was jittery as you kept your own nerves hidden just beneath the surface. You found it easier to stay standing as you felt as if you might combust if you sat.

“This is so awesome,” he said as he zipped his Switch up in its case, “thanks for inviting me.”

“I figured I owed you since you got the tickets for the meet and greet,” you said, “and it’s been a while.”

“Sorry about that, work’s been nuts,” he stood as you approached your stop and held onto the pole above your hand, “I kinda skipped out on half a day for this.”

“No,” you frowned, “you didn’t have to--”

“And miss a chance to see the real Redwing? Come on,” he scoffed.

“Oh,” you hung your head, “yeah, I guess that’s worth it.”

“I didn’t mean-- I’m happy to see you too, it’s just kinda a big deal,” he said as you approached the door with the few other passengers readying to hop off.

“No, I get it,” you hooked your thumbs under the straps of your knapsack as the doors slid open and you stepped out onto the platform, “I just… I couldn’t go alone. It’s so… scary.”

“Scary? Jeez, Captain America invited you to a job interview!”

“No, that’s not--”

“Uh, yeah, that’s exactly what it is but I promise, I won’t get in the way,” he said as you head for the concrete stairs, “maybe if he needs an extra coder I might piggy back.”

“Uh huh,” you came up onto the New York sidewalk and came into view of the immense SWORD building, “well, I don’t think it’s all that.”

“So why’d you bring this?” he tapped your bag as you neared the large glass doors and men in suits with coiled wires at their ears squared their shoulders.

“He asked me to,” you said as you were approached by one of the big security guards.

“This isn’t public entry,” he said sternly, “no tours.”

“I have an appointment or… I’m expected,” you pulled out your phone and pulled up the electronic pass Sam sent you, “see?”

“Hmm,” he eyed it and took your phone without asking. Another guard came and scanned it with his phone, “checks out but we’re gonna called down Mr. Wilson and get confirmation.”

“Oh, okay,” you fidgeted as he made no move to return your phone. Reese seemed to shrink as the two men spoke into their headset and nodded at each other.

“Hey,” the glass door burst open as Sam appeared and strode towards you, “hey, sorry, these guys are such buzzkills,” he approached and patted one of the men on the shoulder, “they’re with me.” He assured and waved you after him.

“Um, my phone,” you said to the taller man with the buzzed head. He tilted his head wryly and held out your cell between two fingers. You took it and followed Sam to the doors.

“Anyway, we were just going over some basic maintenance today and I thought you might like to observe. See everything that goes into keeping me and my toys in the air,” he smiled as he held the door and nodded at Reese, “nice to see you again, man.”

“You too, Cap...tain,” Reese answered dumbly.

“Sam is fine,” he chuckled back and tailed the two of you across the lobby as he pointed you towards the elevators. He made Reese look even more like a stick bug. “You bring it?”

“Yeah, it’s in my bag,” you stopped yourself from popping your knuckles out of nervousness, “thank you so much for this. I usually work in cubicles so… uh, yeah… I don’t know what I mean.”

“Hey, don’t be nervous, you built that thing all by yourself? I’m sure you’ll fit right in,” he said.

You got off the elevator and had to hold in a gasp at the shining laboratories as the hi-tech equipment gleamed through the glass walls. Sam led you down the curved staircase onto the lab floors as techs and assistants in both lab coats and starched suits milled around the tables along the edge of the room.

“Hey, Greta,” he called out as he showed you to a metal table, “get a look at this.” A woman with twisted red hair approached as Sam tapped his fingers on the table, “show her,” he urged you.

You swung your bag around and took out the little red and silver drone. You placed it in the middle of the table and the woman, Greta, tilted her head curiously.

“You said you can make this thing fly, right?” Sam asked as Reese watched from the other side of the table.

“Um, yep,” you unlocked your phone and brought up the beta app you designed, “just…”

The drone rose slowly and steadied before you as it hovered over the metal. Greta lifted a dark brow and ran a nail along her chin thoughtfully, “cute.”

“Ah, come on, tell me that isn’t awesome? She did it all by herself,” Sam boasted, “so, what do you think? She’d be a great tech, huh?”

“Tech? I…” you blinked and giggled, that was absurd.

“Does she have a resume? A list of her credentials, at least,” Greta rebuffed.

“Greta,” Sam warned playfully, “I’m her credentials. I’m giving her a reference right now. Hire her.”

“What?” you mumbled under your breath and you saw Reese’s eye cling to Sam darkly, almost enviously.

“You know, if I hadn’t let that kid go for hi-jacking the alpha, I’d tell you to go back to breaking your toys,” she warned, “but I trust you and… I cannot say I’m not impressed,” she narrowed her sights at the floating drone, “how long did this take you?”

“A year or so,” you answered, “it was… just meant to be a hobby but--”

“Well, make it your life,” she said tersely, “Wilson, you deal with HR, Sheila likes you better.”

“Leave it all to me,” he grinned and she walked away.

“Here,” he turned back to you, “I’ll show you the operating system for the real deal.”

He ushered you and Reese over to a computer after you lowered your drone. The real Redwing sat on a module next to the screen and Sam punched the keys and took a hooked earpiece from a small stand, “put this on.”

You slipped the earpiece on as he revealed a bracelet and adjusted it on your wrist, a small ring looping up your index finger. 

“Bend your finger,” he said and you did it, “lift it up, back… like that.” Redwing rose and you watched in amazement, “tilt your head…” the drone aimed in the same direction as your head, “now back,” it flew higher, “just like that. You’re getting it.”

You steered the drone in a circle and Sam helped you maneuver it back down. He let you hand the controls over to Reese who had more fun with it and nearly took out one of the workers. He apologised and Sam just chuckled, though it didn’t sound so amused. 

When Redwing was back in its place, Sam took you all around the room to show you every gadget; his wings, his suit, all his little weapons, and even pulled up some Wakandan schematics of Bucky’s arm. Much of it wasn’t in English however and you could only decipher what was visually laid out. 

He left you there for a moment as he excused himself to chat with a tech about his wings. Reese huffed and leaned against the wall. You were quiet, mostly stunned, though your usual reticence could also be blamed. 

“I don’t think you should’ve brought me,” he said, “I told you it was a job interview.”

“I didn’t know, I thought you would enjoy it,” you felt awful as Reese had given up trying to hide his jealousy.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, “well, it is pretty cool but…”

He was interrupted as Sam returned, “sorry about that, guys, I kinda messed up one of the engines on the wings on my last mission.”

You smiled and said it was fine. You hadn’t expected so much attention and thought it would be a brief little show and tell, not an entire tour. You returned to the table where you left your drone and shut down the app. You packed up your Redwing, it felt lighter but you were sure you were just imagining things as your head spun. You looked down at the bold signature across the shell and knotted the drawstring above its nose.

“Sorry, I…” you took your bag from the table, “I hate to bother but is there a bathroom I can use.”

“Oh yeah, just head back up the stairs, left of the elevators,” Sam pointed above, “we’ll wait here, there’s one last thing I wanna show you.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” you headed for the stairs and latched onto the railing before you could trip upwards.

You bumbled up the stairs and after a brief moment of blankness, you found your way to the bathroom. You quickly slipped into the stall and spent a minute at the mirror after washing your hands to get your head straight. It felt like a dream, or worse, a joke.

You headed back out and Sam was waiting just by the elevators to your surprise. You pursed your lips and glanced around, “where’s Reese?”

“Oh, yeah, uh, he left,” he said as he shoved his hand in his pocket, “said he wasn’t feeling it.”

“Really?” you shrunk, just a little, “erm… that’s too bad.”

“Yeah, kinda weird, I don’t think I’ve ever just ditched a girlfriend in the middle of the city,” he said.

“Girlfriend? Well… it’s… it’s early,” you rubbed the back of your neck, “I hope he’s okay.”

“Damn, I hope he didn’t ruin it, I still wanted to show you the shield,” he intoned, “but if you’re not feeling up to it--”

“No, no, I’m here, that would be awesome,” you forced a smile. 

Had you done something wrong? Was it rude to invite Reese and have all this rubbed in his face? You thought he’d feel worse if you didn’t invite him. Your doubts flurried in your head as you stepped onto the elevator with Sam, chewing your cheek as you tried not to show your disappointment.

You were brought back to the present as the metal doors opened and Sam nudged you as you stared right through the open space. You stepped out ahead of him and he caught up and walked beside you as he explained what was hidden in every room; mostly offices and training gyms.

He unlocked a door at the far curve of the circular hallway and jiggled until it opened. He pushed it open and the lights flicked on automatically.

“Bucky,” he grumbled, “he almost took the handle right off… so now I gotta fight it.”

“Oh,” you entered as he beckoned you inside and you looked around the spacious office.

“You know, there’s lots of paperwork when you take out a whole bridge, even if it is an accident,” he laughed, “and it gives me a place to show this off.”

He went to the wall where the shield was held on small metal hooks and slid it out easily. The vibranium sung in the air as he turned to you and held it out. 

“You wanna?” he asked.

“Sure…” you murmured as he turned it around and held it so you could hook your arm through the straps. He let it go and stood back to look you over.

“It suits you,” he said, “got your own Redwing and you hold that like a real champ. Maybe it’s time I step aside.”

You laughed nervously and shook your head. You peeked down at the metal and lifted and angled around as you admired the smooth curve. 

“Thanks,” you offered it back to him and he took it with one hand, “for everything.”

“You’re taking the job, right?” he prodded, “it’s perfect.”

“Mmm, well, I got a job--”

“Better than here? Better than suiting up the Cap?” he chided.

You bent your ankle under you and swayed on your feet. It was a great opportunity and way better than your desk job. It just felt like you didn’t deserve it.

“I need an answer. Greta doesn’t like indecision,” he said.

“O-okay, okay,” you surrendered, “I… if I said no, I’d feel even worse.”

“You won’t regret it, promise,” he said, “if you do, Redwing is yours. The real one.”

“No, no, I’m…” you rocked as you gripped the straps of your knapsack, “I’m sure I won’t.”

🌠

Your two weeks notice rolled by. Your boss was less than pleased by the sudden departure but you didn’t care much as you wouldn’t have to deal with him for much longer. You wrapped up your last day with your replacement and left feeling free, though the anxiety of your job loomed on the other side of the weekend.

In those weeks since your visit to the SWORD facility, you hadn’t heard much from Reese. That night when you messaged him to make sure he was okay, he didn’t say much more than ‘just tired’. After that, he was always offline when you signed onto the server and all your co-op requests were declined. You were ready to give up. 

Oh well, it was an online thing anyway, you were stupid to think it could work out.

But you were not entirely isolated. To your surprise, you got several messages from Sam, you still couldn’t help but think of him as Captain America and feel like you had nothing interesting to say to a hero. When he found out you liked to game, he even joined you for a session on headset but again, you were hyper focused and quiet. You were flattered that he was trying to make you feel welcome, that he even bothered to get you a job, but it all felt so above you.

When you got home that night, you logged in and sent a request to Reese, just one last attempt. He didn’t even respond, even after fifteen minutes of waiting. You shut down your PC and grabbed your switch instead. You changed as the system updated your Animal Crossing and flopped onto your bed.

You laid across the mattress, one leg over the edge and the other bent. You ran through, planting, fishing, and selling as you tried not to think too much. You’d done enough of that lately. You zoned out as your eyes narrowed at the small screen but in your peripheral, you felt a shadow move. You shrugged it off as the sunlight playing through the curtains and rolled onto your side to ignore it.

You kept on, ready to log out as you didn’t want to spend another Nook Ticket to go to and island and get nothing but flowers. You heard a subtle whirring and glanced over at your computer. It was sleeping and it was never that loud. You noticed that light shift again and turned. There was nothing. Nothing but your dresser and the signed drone, just as you left it.

You squinted and turned off your Switch. You went out to the front room to drop it back in the dock. You stretched and grabbed your phone from your purse to put in an order for some take-out. You stopped as you noticed Sam’s unanswered messages.

‘Whatcha doin’ tonite?’ and several that assumed you must be busy.

‘Sorry, got caught up gaming,’ you replied guiltily. 

Your phone shook before you could close out of the chat and you answered as Sam’s name flashed across the top. 

“Hello?” you squeaked.

“Hey, hope I’m not buggin’ you but I thought-- stop, Jesus Christ, sorry, we’re on our way to dinner and we hoped you might join us.”

“We?” you echoed.

“Oh, ha, yeah me and Bucky, Greta, and some of the techs. Not too many of us but you’re more than welcome,” he said, “since you start on Monday, it will be good to get to know some people.”

“Y-yeah, for sure,” you answered. It felt more an obligation than an invite. You didn’t want to come across snobbish or lazy even if you’d rather eat fried noodles and watch some trash reality TV.

“Great! I’ll send you the address,” he growled and hissed under his breath, “sorry, again, I’m just dealing with this-- I’ll see you there. Save ya a seat.”

He hung up abruptly and you stood dumbfounded staring at your jacket. You dropped your phone back into your purse and headed back to your room. You had to find something to wear that didn’t seem like you were trying too hard or not trying enough.

As you entered, that same whirring floated through the air and suddenly stopped. You looked around confused; not a fly, not your PC acting up, nothing. You grimaced at the poster with the star emblem across it and went to your dresser to pick out an outfit. It was probably the neighbour fucking around. Apartment living was rarely peaceful.

🌠

The restaurant was bustling as you were met by the hostess at the door. You told her you were there to join the party from SWORD. She showed you to the table and Sam saw you above the din and waved to you then shoved Bucky over on the cushioned bench. 

“Right here,” he pointed as he waved you over and stepped aside to let you past. You sidled along and sat, apologizing to Bucky as he rolled his eyes, “not too late.”

You gave your drink order as a waiter came by and shrugged out of your jacket, letting it bunch up around your back. Sam offered his menu and introduced the people you didn’t know at the table; alongside Bucky and Greta, were Xan and Wyatt. You said hello and opted for the fiesta salad as you set aside the menu.

“Are you excited?” Sam asked.

“For what?” Bucky huffed, “she’s gotta put up with you.”

“Hey,” Sam took the lemon off the rim of his glass and tossed it at Bucky, “he lightens up… sometimes.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky grumbled but you could hear the humour in his voice. 

You sank into the background as the night went on. You spoke up when you were called on but felt it hard to assert yourself, especially with someone as outspoken as Sam beside you. Still, he made sure to make you feel included when you started to feel forgotten. For that you were grateful and he was right, it made you feel a little less anxious about your first day.

As you came out onto the sidewalk, your wallet painfully lighter, you bid goodbye to everyone but Sam hung around. You clutched your purse and peered down the street.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you said.

“Ah, you know what, I shoulda asked that guy, Reese? How’s it going with him? He your boyfriend yet?”

“Ha, no,” you sucked in your lip and took a deep breath, “I don’t even think we’re friends anymore.”

“Oh no, what happened?” he asked.

“I dunno,” you said wistfully, “but it is what it is.”

“He’s missin’ out. You’re a cool girl,” he said, “building drones for fun. Kinda why I had to snag you, you know? Someone with your skills, that’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” you chortled, “no.”

“Well,” he checked his phone, “how are you getting home?”

“I’ll just take the train,” you said, “my place is only about a ten minute ride from here.”

“You sure? I can give you a ride,” he said.

“Nah, really, you’ve done… more than enough.”

“Alright, well, see you Monday?”

“Monday?” you wondered.

“I’ll pop in before I head out,” he said, “got a mission so I might not be around more than that.”

“Okay, Monday,” you confirmed, “see ya.”

🌠

Monday was a whirlwind. It started on a high as Sam suited up and showed off his wings before he headed up to the jet pad. Greta muttered that she was happy he’d be out of your way before she went through the task of getting you acquainted not only with the tech but with their workplace rituals. It was a lot to take in but you did your best to absorb every word and second.

When you got home, you had a folder full of notes and spent too long going over them before you remembered the groan in your stomach. You ate a lazy super of Kraft Dinner and lazed across your bed doing nothing but watching Youtube tutorials on your tablet. You fell asleep early and woke to your alarm and a dead tablet.

You got up, got dressed, ran out, and did it all again. The first week dragged by and yet it felt like you didn’t have enough time. On Friday, you got home and fell across the couch in your work clothes. You held your phone above you and scrolled dozily through your feed.

A dot popped up and you flicked over to your notifications. The selfie you posted on your first day at the lab with Sam in his suit had lots of hearts but your first comment was less than pleasant. Beside Reese’s icon was all caps: MUST BE EASY SLEEPING YOUR WAY INTO A JOB!

Your heart pattered and you sat up. You deleted the comment but another soon appeared; several as you kept deleting and finally blocked him. ‘Slut, whore, dumb bitch…’ it was the last thing you expected from him.

You opened Discord and clicked on his chat. ‘What’s going on? Why are you doing this?’

The text flicked across the bottom that Reese was typing but he stopped and you sat there for what felt like forever before his response popped up.

‘I can’t believe you brought me all the way there to rub my face in all that shit. And for what? You should’ve just told me I had no chance and I woulda left you alone. If you wanna fuck Sam Wilson, do it, but don’t chain me along like your little bitch boy. Get fucked slut.’

You flinched as you read it and re-read it. You typed shakily as your eyes watered. ‘I’m not fucking Sam and I wouldn’t. I brought you there because I wanted to and thought you would like it. I didn’t know you felt so strongly about it. But I see what you think of me so I only wish you the best and hope you find peace.’

You sent the message but just as quickly, you were blocked from sending any more. You tossed your phone and fell back against the couch. That must have been why he took off but you couldn’t figure out how he thought you of all people were sleeping with Sam Wilson. Really? He was just another incel after all.

You phone jangled with your annoying ringtone and you grabbed it, expecting to be insulted by Reese again but it was Sam calling. You really weren’t in the mood to talk with him. You just wanted to be left alone. But you couldn’t just ignore Captain America.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hey, I just got back in town. Whatcha doing?” you could hear the wind in the speaker.

“Just got home. I’m exhausted. Probably gonna just nap.”

“You okay?” he asked after a moment.

“Fine,” you said dully.

“Don’t sound fine,” he said, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you insisted.

“Oh, so it’s not what that boy said on your photo?”

“You saw that?”

“You tagged me, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, no, it’s…”

“Shit, don’t listen to him. He’s just a boy, he blew his chance and he’s bitter about it,” he said, “how about I come over, make sure you’re really okay?”

“No, I don’t think--”

“Ah, come on, don’t make me worry all night about you,” he chided.

“Sam, you really--” There was a knock at the window and you froze. “Sam?”

The line clicked and you heard the tapping again. You lowered your phone and went to the window. Outside, geared up in his wings and suit, Sam hovered before the glass. You blinked and he rapped again. You snapped out of your shock and unlocked the window and slid it up.

“What are you doing?” you asked, “wait? How do you know where I live?”

He grabbed onto the frame and hooked his leg through as he retracted his wings. He bent under and sat half-in and half-out of the window, “forgive me? I did a bit of snooping in HR.”

“I told you not to come. I really don’t feel up to-- It’s really weird that you’re here,” you sat as he ducked pulled his other leg through and stood, “Sam, I think you should go.”

“You shouldn’t be alone, especially after that moron sending you that shit,” he said coolly as he took off his tinted goggles.

“Well, I want to be alone, so you should--”

“I mean, I haven’t even fucked you yet and he’s jealous,” he snickered, “so I guess we should give him a real reason.”

“What are you talking about? That’s… gross. You should go--”

“Come on, girl, you think this was really about a drone,” he tossed his goggles down and set his shield on the chair as he strode around the room, “convenience. I want you close.”

“I don’t--” you looked down at your phone, “get out, Sam.”

The tone of your finger pressing ‘9’ sounded and he spun quickly to face you. He stormed over to you before you could hit ‘1’ and ripped it from your grasp. 

“You’re gonna call the cops and say what? I’m Captain America,” he snarled, “but you can just call me Cap.”

He winked and threw your phone out the window smoothly. You gasped as he chuckled and lifted his wings off his back. He leaned them against the wall and stretched out his shoulders. He looked around as he twisted his tongue between his teeth.

“I like this, looks cozy,” he toed the side of the couch with his boot, “look better with you on it.”

You watched him stroll around the coffee table as he unzipped the collar of his suit. The scene was like some tainted nightmare. Maybe you’d fallen asleep. You were so tired you must have just passed out but you weren’t waking up.

You spun around and ran into the small hallway that led to your door. You were caught from behind, pulled back by the nape of your blazer as Sam tutted. His arm went around your waist and he lifted you off your feet. He turned and carried you back into the front room. You kicked and writhed as his strength enwrapped you.

“Please, please,” you begged, “I… I don’t understand. This isn’t-- this isn’t what I wanted. I didn’t--”

“Baby girl,” he cooed as he brought you close to the couch, “be good and listen to your Captain. Now stop this.”

“No, no,” you gulped at air as the panic rose in you, “I never-- please, you don’t have to do this--”

“You gotta do what I say,” he snapped and flung you onto the couch, “I don’t want to make you.”

You looked at him as you trembled in fear and disbelief. This couldn’t be. He was Sam Wilson, the Captain America; he was a nice guy.

“You have one minute to get naked,” he said and you just gaped at him, “you gonna make me repeat myself?”

Your throat tightened as his dark eyes bore into you. His hand balled to a fist and finally you found an ounce of strength. You pushed your legs over the edge of the couch and slipped out of your blazer. You stood carefully and watched him cautiously. You had to look away as your hands quivered over the buttons of your blouse.

You turned and folded your shirt over your blazer. You could hear him behind you as you unbuttoned your pants and pushed them down your legs. The question of what you were doing flitted through your head but the fear pulsed through you and took over.

“Ah,” he sighed and you peeked back as he freed himself of the top half of his stealth suit.

You turned back and hesitated. You knew there was more, you knew what he wanted, but your body locked up as your fingers curled and your insides knotted.

“Let me get that,” he came close and his fingers tickled along your shoulder blades and he unhooked your bra, “hmmm,” he let go and the cups fell off your chest, “almost there, baby.”

He stepped back and you shuddered. You dropped your bra and hooked your fingers under your panties. You wiggled them down a little at the time and heard the intake of breath as you pulled them down entirely. You stood still, unable to move, too mortified to face him.

“Come on, baby,” he said, “get comfortable.”

You inhaled and turned slowly. You went to the couch as he shed his undershirt and added it to the pile atop his shield. He looked at you and tilted his head as he licked his bottom lip. He snarled as he took in the sight of you and pointed you to the couch.

You sat and hugged yourself as he stripped off his pants along with his boxers in a single swipe. You flicked your eyes away as you glimpsed his hard dick as he stood straight and you stared at the open window. You smushed your lips together in horror and held in the tide of tears.

He came closer and you tried to tune out the room. This couldn’t happen. It just couldn’t. You felt his hands on your knees and he urged your legs apart. You resisted for a moment then let him guide your limbs. It would be over sooner if you just let it happen.

He knelt on the floor as his hands kneaded along your thighs and framed your vee as he leaned over your lap. You winced and he kept your legs from closing as he pushed his body between them. His thumb grazed your folds and he pushed between them. You let out a hushed gasp as he swirled around your clit.

“See, it’s not so bad to be good, is it, baby?” he purred, “you’re wet already.”

He slid his thumb up and down and spread the wetness along your cunt. You were shocked and humiliated by your obvious arousal. You shouldn’t be turned on by this. Your body was not listening to your mind, it was obeying his touch.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he turned his hand and poked along your entrance with one finger. 

He pushed inside and you clenched around his intrusion. He pulled in and out and added another finger. Your nails clawed at the cushion and you pressed back into the couch. He kept his thumb on your clit as he worked his fingers inside of you and the tension clustered between his fingertips.

“Oh, baby, listen to you,” he bet forward and replaced his thumb with his tongue as he kept fingering you.

You turned your face up to the ceiling and squeezed your eyes shut. You bit your lip as the ripples radiated from your core and your breath hitched. His hand moved faster as he suckled at your bud and his free hand groped your chest blindly. You slapped your hand over your mouth as you came, your back arching as you pushed into him.

He teased you through your climax and pulled away only as you quaked and whined at his unyielding touch. He drew his fingers out of you and sat back to lick them clean. You peeked down at him and quickly away as his eyes blazed back at you.

“Up,” he stood and stroked himself shamelessly as he strode around the coffee table, “put your hands on there.”

You rose unsteadily, legs shaking beneath you as your entire being felt like jelly. You went to him and turned your back to him. You bent over and he grabbed your ass and squeezed with a growl. You gripped the table and hung your head as the cool air grazed your cunt.

He shoved his hand between your legs and rubbed you again. He stepped closer and bent his knees as he lined himself up with your entrance, sliding in between his fingers as he spread you wide. You choked as his tip poked inside and he eased himself inch by inch into you. He held your hip as he reached his limit and groaned.

“Baby, oh god damn,” he thrust so that your whole body jerked. It was painfully delightful. Of the few men you’d been with, he was the biggest, or at least the thickest.

He rocked slowly and a moan escaped your lips. Despite the torturous pressure of his intrusion, you could ignore the pleasure laced in the pain. His hand brushed up your as and along your back. He bent over you as his fingers curled over your shoulder and he pressed his body to yours as he fucked you.

You kept your head down as you tried to measure your breaths and the pathetic noises rising from you. He pushed his hand down your stomach and between your legs again to play with your clit. He moved his legs against yours and forced them together so your cunt hugged him even tighter. He grunted and you whimpered as his fingers added to the new pressure.

He sped up so that the table scraped against the floor but kept you up with one arm around you. He rutted into you wildly as his sultry voice filled your chest and his heat consumed you. You cried out as another orgasm swept through you and your cunt quivered around him desperately.

He pulled you up suddenly so you stood on your toes. He tilted into you as he brought his arms up around yours and tined his fingers behind your head. His flesh slapped yours loudly and you opened your eyes as you heard a familiar whirring. The drone flew before you, the signature on its shell, but a light blinking at its nose. Yours didn’t have a light.

“What--”

“Ah, yeah,” he rasped through rampant breaths, “looks like they got mixed up.”

“Huh--” you sucked in your breath as he thrust harder and deeper.

“I didn’t mind, he helped me keep an eye on you,” he said as he nuzzled you above his hands, “you look so cute in your little tee shirts.”

You groaned and leaned your head against him as another rush of fear was met with unwanted bliss. You murmured senselessly as he picked up his pace and the drone came closer. He purred as you felt his muscles tighten.

“Don’t worry,” he puffed, “I’ll make sure the boy knows he was right.”

He buried himself in you, nearly taking you off your feet, and twitched as he emptied himself into you. He rocked his hips subtly as he rode out his climax and stilled you as his voice gristled to rampant pants. His arms fell to embrace you and he kept you flush to him as he lingered inside.

“Or I can keep that little video to myself…” he brought his hand up to cradle your chin and poked his finger along your lower lip, “it’s all up to you, baby.”

[hford0311]

Welcome Back

*College age Peter Parker and Stark Reader-- 1.7K Words*

*Where Peter and Tony Stark's daughter meet up again at her welcome back party, and escape from the boring atmosphere*

"You know we're having a welcome home party for you tonight," Tony said as he leaned against your door frame. "Dad, you really don't have to. I mean it's not necessary." You replied and continued to put your stuff away in their proper locations. Tony scoffed, "You got straight As, and I never got a call from a hospital on your twenty-first birthday. You deserve it." You chuckled and rolled your eyes, "Okay, Dad...well, then can you at least tell me who's all coming to this party?" You questioned. Tony shrugged, "The usual crowd. Parker's going to be there too." You looked up from your boxes, "I forgot about Peter, is he balancing Spider-Man and college?" You respond. Your dad nodded, "Yeah, he's doing great. You guys should catch up tonight." You gave a quick laugh. "What? You should," he got defensive. "Dad, he never talked to me for more than ten minutes when I used to see him almost on a daily." You said then added, "I mean it's not like neither of us tried to talk to each other, it just never worked out like someone," you glanced up at Tony, "wants us to." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry that I want the two age appropriate people to be friends." You chuckled back at his remark. He looked around the room again, "Alright, well, I'll leave you to unpacking and see you later." You nodded and waved him away.

You sighed at the memories of Peter that filled your head. "Peter Parker, the son my dad never had, and apparently wants me to be just friends with," you spoke to yourself. You blew a raspberry and continued to unpack all of your belongings in your room.

***

You knew your father's welcome back parties. They were fancy, well most of your dad's party were. These party just had more of a focus on you; thus, you had to look nicer than the other parties.

Hair curled, make-up finished, you began to dress for your night. You saved the tight, off-shoulder maroon dress for a special occasion like this. You took a deep breath as you looked in the mirror one last time. "Alright, let's smile for the crowd." You told yourself and practiced your glamorous party smile for when your supposed to walk down the steps for everyone to look at you. It was the most main character action you have done ever since your sixteenth birthday party. Yes, sometimes it was unnecessary, but you did it all for your dad.

You repeated the same action you have years for now, never any less anxiety feeling with everyone's eyes on you after Tony announced your presence. However, you managed to do it all with grace. You waved to the adoring crowd with your royal wave and managed to walk down the steps in your high heels without effort. Your eyes kept meeting Peter Parker's along the way. It felt different than your first time when he came to one of your celebrations. He didn't quickly look away shyly, he kept looking at you this time. You tried to keep your eyes moving around the group of people while only having a few more steps to go, even though it felt like an eternity.

When you reach the floor, you took an invisible sigh of relief. Everyone seemed to form into their groups and continue conversing again. Your eyes caught Steve standing by himself at the bar. You shyly smiled and walked over to him. "You need to stop getting older," he smiled and hugged you. Steve always reflected on how much you grown physically and mentally from the time he has known you. It was comforting. Conversation was light. You knew most of them would be tonight with you, but you didn't mind. That's how your night mostly went. Walking around, or people walking up to you and talking. The conversations were incredibly repetitive. Apparently, when your in college there are three things people want to know: what you want to be after you graduate, where you want to move to, and if you are dating anyone. Boring and dull after the twenty-some time explaining.

You huffed after getting away from the pair of people you were talking to, now that you returned to the bar and made yourself a strong drink. Nat looked at you with raised eyebrows as you quickly drank it then made another one. "Having a good time, Y/n?" She questioned. You rolled your eyes, "If people could give me different questions to answer in conversation I might," you responded and took a sip of your drink. You noticed Tony wave you over while he stood by another group of people. You nodded and made your way over there. You were tempted to lie to away from the group. However, you didn't have to.

Peter tapped you on the shoulder. For once, you were truly delighted to see him. "Can I have a dance?" He questioned. You didn't even look at your father or anyone else in the group. "Please," You stated and started walking away with him, leaving your empty glass on a nearby surface. During the waltz, Peter talked to you, actually talked to you unlike most there. "I saw how bored you were, and I needed to save you." He stated as he led. You lightly chuckled, "Thank you for that. Are you getting the same questions too?" You responded. "Most likely," he said. You both joked about how dull the parties could become, and how really neither of you partied while you were in school. The two of you caught up and really got to know one another in the process.

At some point you caught the pair of you laughing as you never have before. You then gave him a curious look. "Peter," he raised his eyes as a response with anticipation for your words, "why have we never talked like this before," you lightly chuckled during the questioned. He shook his head, "I have no idea," he also laughed. It caught the attention of many others in the room. You looked around the room. "Looks like we're the life of the party," you smirked. "Well, the party is for you," Peter casually reminded you. You groaned and put your head on his shoulder, "What if I don't want it to be though?" He continued to sway back and forth, "Little late for that." You raised your head with a huff, "Don't remind me." Then, an idea popped in your head. You looked around the room and saw the attention diffused from the two of you.

"What do you say we get out of here," you questioned with excitement. He gave you an inquisitive look, "I don't think you can leave your own party." You shook your head, "Trust me, I've done it before. We just leave for about an hour and get away from all the noise." You reassured him. He agreed you and allowed you to lead him to a secret escape you had used for years now that led to the quiet upstairs.

You giggled as you led him in your room. "I can't believe I'm doing this, I mean Peter Parker is in my bedroom." You laughed and sat on the bed. "Not like I haven't been in here before, Y/n," he simply said, a little more sober than you. You scoffed, "Yeah, with my dad's permission you have, but you don't tonight." You watched him closely observe the details of your bedrooms. "You've changed," you pointed out. His head turned towards you, "W-what do you mean?" His voice in slight shock. You stood up next to him, very close, actually closer than the two of you when you were dancing. Your noses were almost touching.

"You're different," you stated and played with the end of his tie. "You're not that nervous and jittery kid that used to look away from me when we made eye contact." You explained. "Yeah, I guess I have," he exhaled. "Have I?" You looked up at him. "I-I mean, I guess, yeah," he cleared his throat and his cheeks changed to a tint of pink. "In a good way?" You softly spoke. Peter quickly nodded, "Y-yeah, I-I say so, Y/n. We've both grown up." You softly chuckled at his response. "Grown up," you repeated on an exhale, "I'd hate to do that. I want to stay just like this, you know what I mean?" You questioned. "I-I guess," he responded and placed his forehead on yours. "Be like Peter Pan," you breathed, "stay young forever with others that want to do the same." You softly kissed Peter at the end of your breathy sentence. His lips were soft. You melted into him, draping your arms around his neck to prevent you from falling. His arms wrapped around your waist. Both of your lips continued to unite together as did the rest of your bodies get closer.

"Eh-hem," Tony loudly cleared his throat to end the kiss. You drew away with a deep breath. The lovely moment taken away from your father. "Some guests want to see the guest of honor," Tony stated in stern tone. You looked into eyes, almost forgetting what he was talking about, "Um-yes, I'll -yeah- go down right away." You struggled to form the sentence before scattering back down the stairs. Tony gave Peter a questioning look, "Do I want to know to ask what happened?" He crossed his arms. Peter flattened his lips and shook his head. "Remember, Y/n is my daughter. So if she breaks, I break you." Tony stated. Peter nodded, continuing not to make eye contact. "So just don't break her," he said in more of a casual tone and uncrossed his arms. Peter looked up him with curiosity and confusion. "No, I'm not forbidding anything," Tony said with a light scoff. "I've just been waiting for it to happen." He added with a hint of a smile. Peter nervously smiled. "Just don't mess this up," Tony stated before walking back to the party, leaving Peter in shock from all of the events. "I just kissed Y/n Stark!"