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a/n: we finally getting some dick :) i'm impatient and wanna get to the other super nasty ideas for this au, okay? i'm a whore, we already know this

summary: “you know,” Steve took a step, closing the gap between you just a tad further, “I think maybe you’re ready.”

warnings: frat!bucky barnes x innocent!reader x stepbro!steve rogers, smut, dark content, college au, polyamory, being locked out of your dorm room, only one bed, kissing, virgin!reader, loss of virginity, corruption kink, dirty talk, size kink, belly bulge, manhandling, pussy inspection, pussyjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, fingering, impact play, pain kink, spit kink, oral, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

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Hey, I’m locked out of my room. Can I come sleep at yours just for tonight?

Your eyes repeatedly drifted over the text you’d sent to your stepbrother twenty minutes ago, as well as darting down to the cruelly short answer he’d replied with, only bothering to send a swift ok, a word so simple that it caused you to spiral into unnecessary doubt with every step that brought you closer to the fraternity. 

You’d come back to your dorm after a long night at the library, having your nose too buried in textbooks to keep track of the time, only to discover that you’d forgotten your key when you left that morning. Your roommate, Kate, also couldn’t be of help as she was spending the night over at her girlfriend’s, and you’d swiftly come to learn, in the short time you’d been living together, how hard it was to reach her when those two were spending quality time together, so that option wasn’t one you even bothered to explore, leaving you with only one lifeline left, one you begrudgingly tugged on. 

“My, my, my,” a voice found your ears once you’d quietly clicked the front door to the frat house shut behind you, “well, would you look who’s back!”

Twisting your neck, you caught sight of the few still down in the living room that sprouted off to the side of the entryway, “Ransom, hi,” you stepped up to lean against the archway and greeted the first of the guys inside who had perked up at your arrival, before your glance then flickered to the rest of them, “Miguel, Frank, Billy, you’re up late.” 

Slumping further back into the couch, Miguel chuckled, “what are you, our mama?”

“What are you doing here?” Billy asked, gazing at you like a cat who’d just spotted a toy to bat around. 

“I got locked out of my room,” you sighed shortly, “so, Steve’s throwing me a bone, letting me crash here,” your fingers drifted up to tug on the straps of your backpack, “you wouldn’t happen to know where he is, would you?” 

“He and Curtis just got back from the gym,” Frank informed, “so he’s probably still up in the shower.” 

“Oh,” your brows floated up slightly, “does Curtis box too?” you asked, as you’d only met the gruff individual a handful of times. 

“Yeah, he does,” Miguel nodded, “he’s the one that worsened your stepbrother’s little addiction to it back when they first met. Got him going on a level that he hadn’t tried before.” 

“You’re saying that like he’s about to drop out of school to pursue it full time,” you half laughed, “I thought it was just a hobby for him to blow off steam.”

Squinting his eyes, Ransom glanced to the other guys, “does it still count as a hobby if you’re doing underground fights and stuff?” 

“He’s doing what?” you swiftly exclaimed. 

Meeting your wide eyes, Billy rushed to try and calm your nerves, “oh, it’s not–, he’s fine. He’s good.”

“Good as in, he gets beaten to a pulp on a regular basis?” you pushed. 

“No, good as in, his right hook is mean enough that he’s still undefeated,” Frank bowed his head. 

Letting out a low sigh, you let your gaze drift down to the floor. 

“So, anyhow,” Ransom exhaled in an effort to clear the air, “as fun as it is for you to stay here for a little sleepover,” his stare on you dipped a moment as he spoke, “please just promise that you won’t go wandering, okay?”

“Yeah, especially not down into the basement,” Miguel cut in as he leaned forward to grasp his drink on the coffee table. 

“Why?” your eyebrows knit together, “what’s down there?”

“Oh,” Frank let out a long breath as his glance momentarily darted, “don’t you worry about that…” 

“Yeah,” Billy couldn’t help but chuckle, “if someone like you were to stumble down there, then you’d probably think we’re all sadists or something.” 

Letting out a scoff, Miguel took a swig of his beer and said, “speak for yourself.” 

“Okay,” Billy tilted his head before correcting, “she will think that the majority of us are sadists.” 

“Uh… what?” you failed to follow their words, instead attempting to joke, “are you guys like devil worshippers? Is this just a cult?” you gestured to the frat house around you. 

“Oh, that’s cute,” Ransom let out a laugh just as genuine as the ones that promptly rippled through the rest, “no, that’s–…” he managed to hold his tongue before uttering through his chuckle, “we’ll explain later.” 

Glancing over the lot of them as they struggled to contain their amusement, you breathed, “okay…” before footsteps began to approach from behind you and a palm swiftly found your shoulder.  

“Y/n,” Steve’s deep timbre tickled your ear before you twisted around to blink up at him, “hey.” 

His short sandy hair was a few shades darker from the shower he’d just stepped out of, water droplets still sparsely clinging to his skin above the towel his left grasp clutched around his hips. 

“Oh, h-hi,” you struggled to force your gaze away from his burly and bare chest directly before you.

“Come,” he simply nodded as his arm slipped down to the small of your back to scoop you with him. 

“Okay,” you half chuckled as he began to tug you along and you only narrowly managed to twist your head to yell, “goodnight guys!” before he dragged you up the stairs. 

“Sleep tight!” you just managed to hear one of them echo in return, “if you need tucking in, my room’s just down the hall!”

Shuffling up the stairs, the late hour became hard to ignore as each step grew slower than the last. 

And as you reached the top, a yawn rippled out of your lungs and caused your eyes to water slightly, “hey, where’s the bathroom?” 

“It’s that door, right there,” Steve pointed before he caught your backpack and slipped it from your shoulders before he disappeared down the corridor towards his own room. 

However, when you finished up, you nearly crashed into the figure that then stood waiting outside the door. 

“Jesus, fuck!” you instinctively reached out to stabilise yourself against his chest, “Bucky! Put a bell on or something!” 

Though he only chuckled in return, “I figured you might be needing this,” before holding up a spare toothbrush in the sliver of space between your frames, plastic packaging still encompassing it. 

Snatching it to you, a gasp of genuine surprise slipped from your lungs, “where did you find this?”

“Honey, you’re in a frat house,” he cocked his head, “I just went through our resident fuckboy’s stash. Billy has a whole fucking basket of shit like this, so he never notices when someone steals from it.”

And once your teeth were minty and clean, Bucky kept on shadowing you as you wandered down the hall and into your stepbrother’s room, closing the door behind you both before he flopped down on the bed as if it was his own. 

“So,” you shifted slightly as you cast a glance to Steve, “where will you be sleeping tonight?” 

“Same place as I always do,” he replied as if that was obvious.  

“What?” your eyes grew wide, “I thought you’d take the couch or something.” 

“Why would I do that?” his face screwed up, “you can’t seriously be blushing about innocently sleeping in the same bed as me, are you?”

“No!” you denied defensively, “I–…” before the misunderstanding was then dropped with a sigh. Eyes screwed shut in frustration, you uttered in a forced calm tone, “do you have a t-shirt or something I could borrow? I don’t wanna sleep this,” your gaze fluttered back open as you gestured to the jeans you were wearing. 

Opening up a drawer in the dresser by the door, Steve then tossed you a grey t-shirt. 

Fidgeting with it a moment, you waited expectingly for the duo on the other side of the room to at the very least turn around to grant you some privacy. But unfortunately to your mortification, their staring only intensified after you caught the shirt. 

“Would you guys mind–” 

But your attempt was swiftly squashed as Bucky then purred from the bed, “aw, like we haven’t already seen it all before.” 

Sucking in a breath, you cursed just beneath your breath before spinning around yourself and casting your glare firmly up towards the ceiling as you began to change as quickly as your fingers could manage.

“So…” Steve uttered when you tugged the t-shirt further down, stretching the cotton to try and cover up your panties, “how’s your training going?” 

“What, my studying?” you murmured over your shoulder as you folded your clothing neatly on the chair by his desk, “yeah, it’s good, I mean, classes are tough, but it’s really–”

“I wasn’t talking about fucking school,” he laughed before elaborating, “have you been using the little gift I gave you?” and your cheeks swiftly began to heat up, “other than the time two weeks ago when I talked you through it over the phone, that is.”

“Uhm… I–…” your brain short-circuited as he reminded you of the toys he’d bought you. Three dildos, all in various sizes, though none of them matched the memory of the few real-life examples you’d experienced so far. 

“Because if you haven’t, then I think that might result in some punishment,” he went on, pursing his lips lightly, “I mean, not that the lack of you actually doing it wouldn’t be punishment enough in the end, you know I only did it to be kind to you so that it wouldn’t hurt as much when I give you the real deal. But I mean if you’d rather relish in whatever amount of pain my cock will cause when it finally gets to stretch that little pussy out, then so be it, that’s your choice,” he shrugged smugly at the thought. 

“I–…” you averted your gaze before you heard yourself admit, “…whenever my roommate slept over at her girlfriend’s…” 

“So how often is that?” Bucky crawled off the bed.

“I don’t know…” you timidly whispered, “maybe a few times a week… though I haven’t done anything since this weekend because I kinda tried to go up a size, which was probably a mistake because then I was really sore for a whole day after…” 

“Oh no, that wasn’t a mistake,” Bucky chuckled, “that’s fucking adorable. That little thing could make your pretty little pussy sore?” he asked, clearly imagining what would happen when he finally managed to cram himself into you.  

“You know,” Steve took a step, closing the gap between you just a tad further, “I think maybe you’re ready.”

“Ready? Like ready, ready?” you blinked back at him with wide eyes before you began to shake your head, “no, I don’t think so, I–” 

“Well, we could take a little look,” Bucky walked closer as well, his gaze dipping down your frame, barely covered in the borrowed shirt, “do a little inspection of how well you’ve prepared yourself.” 

“Trust us,” a dark smirk tugged at your stepbrother’s lips, “we’re far better judges of such things than you are.” 

Your head slowly shifted as your eyes fluttered from one to the other, your chest rapidly rising and falling, just in your periphery, before the throbbing between your thighs convinced you to utter, “…alright.” 

Taking the lead, Bucky then hooked an inked arm around your waist before yanking you with him as he sat down on the edge of the bed. A shrill yelp escaped you as you tumbled over his lap with your bottom sticking up and slightly angled towards where Steve then planted himself, directly next to the other frat guy. 

Though you peeked over your shoulder, you still weren’t sure whose palm collided with your pantie-clad behind first, only that you’d lost count of the stinging taps by the time that your underwear was snatched down your legs. Each of them reached out with greedy hands to spread you open for them, though they did it in a manner so fevered that their grasp on your ass caused your glistening petals to part as well, prying you open so fiercely that your little hole winked faintly as it drooled up at them. 

Sloping down closer, Steve then pressed a soft peck to your folds before he ran his ravenous tongue through them, making you dig your nails into Bucky’s thick thigh as he made out with your cunt. Though when he tilted his head to capture your clit with your lips, playfully sucking down on it like it was a hard candy, Bucky’s fingers then crept down to just above where his friend’s mouth stayed locked. At first, his touch skimmed over your puckered rosebud before it came down to circle around your entrance, drooling against his touch and daring him to slip inside for a feel. 

He had to plant a forearm over the small of your back to keep you steady once he’d worked two of his fingers inside your pussy, pumping you till it sang in a sloshy song around his thick digits. 

“Oh yeah,” Bucky smirked when he finally withdrew his fingers, purposefully brushing up against your g-spot on his way out, “she’s definitely ready.”

“You sure?” you peeked back at them, still not convinced by their expertise, as Steve let go of your puffy pearl with a pop.

As he straightened back up, your stepbrother briefly sank two fingers inside of you as well, making you gasp sharply as he hummed, “yeah, I don’t think I can wait any longer.” 

The next thing you knew, you were flipped into a different position as Bucky whirled you back around and manhandled you with him as he sat further back on the bed, pressing your spine against his broad chest. However, just as you felt him press a kiss to your hot cheek, Steve rose up to his feet before he grabbed your legs and yanked you closer to where he stood tall and towering, till your ass was nearly hanging off the corner of the mattress. 

The jostled journey had pushed the borrowed t-shirt up your torso, though the man, whose lap your head was now resting on, didn’t let the fabric stay long like that, crumbled and gathered around your ribs, but instead reached down to tug it the rest of the way up to expose your soft tits.

As Bucky’s frame bent down to capture your lips in a kiss, you felt Steve fold your legs up on either side of your frame. 

Dropping the towel around his waist, Steve then let a dollop of saliva drop from his lips and land on your cunt before you tilted away from Bucky’s peck when you felt the weight of your stepbrother’s cock tap against your buzzing clit. 

“O-oh,” you whimpered as you peeked down at the way he nudged the bulbous tip of him against your puffy pearl, smearing his spit into your nectar that already shined across your glossy petals. 

The corners of his lips twisted up into a smirk as he peered down at your core and swept his girth through your folds, repeatedly parting them for him before he tilted down to brush against your weepy entrance. Though each time he cruelly flicked his tip against your innocent opening and you thought the moment had arrived, he instead strayed back up towards your clit and grinned down at the frustrated expression that seeped through your pleasure, as you weren’t sure if you were more relived or disappointed by the repeated delay, as the only true result his bullying had was to make you that much more nervous as his teasing wound you up even further till you felt as if you might explode. 

When he finally stopped psyching you out, Bucky’s hand swiftly snaked down to rub your clit as a pinching stretch rocked your body. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as a strangled cry rippled out of your lungs and mingled with the breathy moan that slipped from Steve as he gradually pressed the very tip inside.

“Fuck,” he nearly hissed, “you’re so tight,” as the way your poor pussy struggled to make room for his fat cock rendered his pace to become a lot slowly than he’d intended, even when he put all of his might into it, your body just wouldn’t let him move freely yet. 

And even though he was barely moving at all, as Bucky kept on rolling your puffy pearl beneath the rough pads of his fingers in an effort to get you to relax further, the staggering sensation became too much for you to bare as you swiftly came around the bulbous head of your stepbrother’s cock. 

And as your orgasm caused your velvety walls to cling around Steve that much further and nearly force him back out, a groan vibrated in his throat at the feeling as he then threw all caution to the wind and instead let himself sink in and bury his cock deeper. 

“Can you take it?” he grunted as he ignored your shrill whines in overstimulation, seizing the sensation for himself as he revelled in your high, sliding his cock in your pussy so slowly that you could feel every millimetre, every vein and every detail, split your sensitivity apart and make room for him. 

“I-I don’t know,” you panted as Bucky slid his slick fingers up to capture your nipples in a pinch. 

“You can take it,” he uttered with a nod before his palms then pressed down against the back of your bent legs, denting your thighs as he buried himself even deeper and squished you down further into the mattress, keeping your trembling legs apart and out of his way from his perfect view of how he gradually sank inside of you. As he continued to stare down at where your bodies fused, practically hypnotised, a hoarse and desperate growl then rippled from his lungs as a dark look glazed over his primal gaze, “fucking take it.”

Peeking down as his friend frantically worked on the home stretch, you heard Bucky click his tongue against his teeth, “damn… there goes my fifty bucks…” 

Only offering the other man a brief glance, Steve murmured, “wait, you got in on the bet?” 

“Well yeah,” Bucky shrugged in return, “and I bet on that she’d bleed, so that means I just lost fifty fucking dollars,” he let out a sigh before casting a dreamy gaze down towards your cunt, “would have been hot though…” 

Only a chuckle reverberated in Steve as a reaction before his primal grip on the back of your thighs flexed as he then snapped his hips and shoved the rest of his length into your warmth, effectively shoving all of the air from your lungs as he filled you up completely. 

“Fuck…” Steve moaned as he greedily rutted impossibly deep, the very tip of him kissing a part of you that you didn’t even know existed, “pick up her head, Buck. I want her to watch me fuck her,” he groaned before you felt your dizzy head get scooped up and tilted forward so that your hazy eyes could catch sight of the staggering feat as well, “look at that, baby,” you let out a strangled cry as you saw him withdraw till only the fat head remained, “watch that dick go into you,” he groaned as jammed his himself back inside and a desperate rhythm was swiftly sparked, “watch yourself take it,” you felt his heavy sack tap against your skin, slick from your cream that was leaking out of you as he continuously made you lose your breath from just how deep he repeatedly buried himself, “watch that little pussy finally get fucked…” 

You weren’t sure if his efforts truly were that harsh or if it was just your body that registered it as such, as it would probably still think it not gentle enough if he simply froze up entirely, as his mere girth, motionless and stretching you out, would also be too much for your inexperience to handle.  

“Oh, we should let the others come up and watch,” Bucky suggested as his hands then travelled down to grasp your hips, “just look at how well you’re doing,” his hold on you then began to push you back against Steve’s efforts, before your stepbrother’s body locked up and he let his friend fuck you back onto his cock, shoving your hips so harshly that you feared they might bruise, “being so fucking good for us.” 

The dull outline of Steve’s length bulged in your belly each time Bucky rammed you down against him, fucking you on his friend’s dick in a manner that you would when you one day finally learned to do it yourself and meet his thrusts halfway, though for now, all you could manage to do was lay there and take it, though even that turned out to be a much more daunting task than you’d imagined. 

And when Steve finally reached his peak and began to pump you full of his cum, so did your body unravel like a tightly stretched rubber band snapping back into place. Your pussy began to squirt as it strangled Steve’s cock so fiercely that the throbbing girth slipped out entirely, though one of Bucky’s hands swiftly soared down to messily rub against your cunt and make you keep gushing till all of your stepbrother’s load had leaked out as well. 

Weakly, your frame shook violently when Bucky finally ceased his touch with one final tap against your aching clit, expelling one last trickle before you felt him slip out from behind you. 

“No, wait,” you hazily managed to squeak as you watched him trade places with the other frat guy, swiftly freeing his own length before he caught one of your trembling legs to scoot you even closer, “I can’t–, I’m not ready for you yet, I could barely take Steve, it’s–, u-uh!” your plea swiftly crumbled and your face screwed up as Bucky then began to nudge his staggering size against your still achingly fluttering opening.  

You might have had better luck fitting your own small fist inside of you than already taking the monstrous cock that Bucky was cursed with. 

“Just relax–, fuck,” he grumbled as all of his attempts continuously failed, forcefully pressing the large tip against your entrance without as much as a centimetre sinking inside of your warmth, “goddamn it…” 

“She’ll get there one day, Buck,” Steve clapped his palm against his friend’s broad shoulder, “I’ll make sure of it,” he promised before suggesting through his still ragged intakes of air, “how about for now you just teach her how to take it down her throat?”

Meeting the other man’s eye, he then tilted his head and exhaled, “well, I guess that’s not the worst constellation prize…” before they flipped your exhausted frame around till your head was hanging off the edge of the bed and only supported by Bucky’s fingers, tangled in your hair.

Hazily, you blinked up at the thick girth bobbing just above your face, and you felt the mattress briefly dip as Steve crawled over you till his strong thighs stood rooted on either side of your hips. 

“Open up,” Bucky tapped the hefty weight of himself against your closed mouth. 

“What–,” you tried to ask before your voice was muffled as he seized the opportunity as soon as you parted your lips to feed you the fat tip of his cock. 

“There you go…” he exhaled as your lips stretched around the girth of him, the corners burning from just how thick he was, “watch those teeth, baby,” and your whimpers vibrated against his hardness as your silky tongue retroactively fluttered against him, “that’s it, just relax for me…”

You couldn’t think, scarcely even breathe, as he then began to fuck your face, gradually working himself deeper into your mouth till the tip of him was bruising your throat as you gurgled around him. 

With spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth as you gagged around his big dick, you felt one of Steve’s hands migrate away from the softness of your tits to instead brush a thumb against the imprint of his friend’s colossal size in your throat. 

And once Bucky had coaxed you into swallowing his load, gently caressing your cheek till you complied, he kneeled down and pressed his lips against your own, still messy and shiny from how he had made you drool. But when the kiss eventually ended and you lifted your spinning head slightly to blink over at Steve, still weighing your body down as he straddled your lap, a shaky whimper tumbled from your lips as your eyes swiftly fluttered down from his own and landed on his cock, once again throbbing and hard as a rock in his fist. 

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a horror-comedy fan comic based on The Amazing Digital Circus where ragatha's the host of a parasitical virus and it becomes everyone's problem ! neat-o beans !

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i love to see when wife still pregnant with Rustyn or Sissy, she can’t eat anything because of her morning sickness so Drew make her favorite food to help her feel better. Drew would carefully preparing a spread of fresh fruit, toast, and ginger tea—anything that might ease her nausea. I know that man would be so sweet and take care of both of them 🥹

𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

pairing: dad!drew starkey x mom!reader

summary: four months into your second pregnancy, morning sickness hits harder than you ever expected. with drew’s unwavering support and rustyn’s adorable attempts to cheer you up, you realize that even in the most exhausting moments, your family’s love makes everything better.

warning(s): english is not my native language. pregnancy symptoms (morning sickness, fatigue), mentions of food, and extreme fluff.

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It’s 4:07 a.m., but it feels like time has stopped. You’re sitting on the cold bathroom floor, your back against the wall, trying to steady your breathing. The nausea that’s plagued you all week is worse tonight, a relentless wave that refuses to let you rest. Drew crouches beside you, one hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back, the other brushing a damp strand of hair from your face.

“Baby, are you feeling better now?”

Drew asks, his voice laced with concern.

You’re too exhausted to answer, your body drained from the constant sickness. Instead, you give him a small nod, leaning your head against the cool tiles.

It’s been four months into this pregnancy, and you’ve already noticed how much more challenging it is compared to when you were carrying Rustyn. Back then, the nausea was manageable, and you had bursts of energy to get you through the day. This time, the morning sickness is… unforgiving, leaving you weak and overwhelmed.

Drew watches you carefully, his blue eyes filled with worry.

“Let me know if you need anything, okay? I’ll be downstairs making you a matcha tea.”

His voice is gentle, like he’s afraid to disturb your fragile state.

“Thank you, baby,”

You whisper, your voice barely audible. You let him help you back to bed, lying down slowly, grateful for the comfort of the sheets. Drew tucks you in with a kiss on your forehead before heading downstairs.

Unbeknownst to both of you, a sleepy-eyed Rustyn has woken up and shuffled out of his room, clutching his favorite stuffed dinosaur, already intuitive, sensing when something’s off. Hearing the sounds of his dad in the kitchen, he pads down the stairs in his little dinosaur-print pajamas.

“Dada?”

Rustyn calls out, rubbing his eyes as he enters the kitchen.

Drew turns, surprised to see his son awake at this hour.

“Hey, buddy. What are you doing up? It’s still early.”

Rustyn blinks up at him, his voice soft.

“Mama sick?”

Drew crouches down to Rustyn’s level, brushing his curls out of his face.

“Yeah, Mama’s not feeling so good this morning. She needs some rest.”

Rustyn’s little face scrunches in thought before he tugs on Drew’s sleeve.

“I want to help Mama?”

Drew smiles, his heart swelling at Rustyn’s determination.

“You want to help me make something for her?”

Rustyn nods enthusiastically, his sleepiness forgotten.

“Soup!” he exclaims, the word coming out in a high-pitched squeal.

Drew chuckles.

“Alright, soup it is. Let’s make some chicken soup for Mama.”

Rustyn climbs onto a stool by the counter, watching intently as Drew gathers the ingredients. He’s too little to do much, but Drew lets him “help” by handing him pre-washed herbs to place in a bowl.

“Good job, buddy,” Drew says, ruffling Rustyn’s hair.

Rustyn beams, proud of his contribution.

“Mama loves soup.”

“I think she’ll love it,”

Drew replies, his heart melting at how much Rustyn cares.

While the soup simmers, Drew brews some matcha tea, making sure it’s not too hot. He pours it into your favorite mug, setting it carefully on a tray alongside a bowl of soup.

“Breakfast in bed for Mama,”

Drew announces, lifting the tray.

Rustyn trails behind him, clutching his stuffed dinosaur.

“Me too!”

When they enter the bedroom, you’re lying on your side, your eyes half-closed. The sound of Drew’s voice and Rustyn’s little footsteps make you stir.

“Morning, Mama,” Drew says softly, setting the tray down on the nightstand.

Rustyn climbs onto the bed with determination, his little hands reaching for yours.

“Mama, we make soup!” he says proudly, his face lighting up as he hands you the stuffed dinosaur.

“Dino make you feel better!”

You can’t help but smile, your heart swelling at the sight of your son’s effort.

“Thank you, baby,” you say, pulling him into a hug.

“And thank you, Dino.”

Drew sits beside you, helping you sit up slowly.

“Here, take it easy,” he says, handing you the mug of tea.

The warmth of the tea and the smell of the soup make you feel a little more human. You sip the tea, letting the bitterness calm your stomach. Rustyn snuggles up next to you, his tiny hand resting on your growing belly.

“Mama, is baby in there?”

Rustyn asks, looking up at you with curious eyes.

You nod, placing your hand over his.

“Yep, your little sibling is in there.”

Rustyn grins, his excitement contagious.

“I’ll be big brother!”

“You’ll be the best big brother,”

Drew says, leaning over to kiss the top of Rustyn’s head.

“Mama and the baby are so lucky to have you.”

Rustyn giggles, his laughter filling the room.

After finish your tea and manage a few spoonfuls of soup, you feel a little better, though still tired. Drew takes the tray and sets it aside, lying down next to you. Rustyn climbs onto Drew’s chest, his favorite place to cuddle, and the three of you settle into the quiet comfort of the morning.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your eyes meeting Drew’s.

“For what?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“For being you. For taking care of me. For teaching Rustyn to be so thoughtful.”

Drew smiles, his hand resting on your belly.

“We’re a team, remember? And you’re the strongest person I know.”

You lean into him, feeling grateful despite the challenges of this pregnancy. With Drew’s unwavering support and Rustyn’s adorable enthusiasm, you know you’re not alone.

As you drift off to sleep, Rustyn’s tiny voice cuts through the quiet.

“Mama, baby okay?”

“Baby’s perfect,” you murmur, your heart full.

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𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 confessing their love because you don't realise that they love you.

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𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

"I've always loved you, Y/n!" He says, his voice sounding desperate like he's been holding it in for so long. You try to reply, but he interrupts, "I don't know how I should tell you this, but I've been asking your friends for help and I've done what they said, but it still doesn't work." You place a palm on his shoulder to calm him down. "Heeseung, I see you as a close friend, and I never really wanted to make it awkward." Heeseung approaches you, his eyes meeting yours again. "So, do you like me too?" He asks, his tone seeking for your assurance with eyes seeming more desperate than his words. You hum, and see how his eyebrows loosen upon hearing your answer. "I in fact do." You say, trailing your fingers up the contours of his face, locking eyes with him and leaning in for a kiss.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

It was valentines day, and Jay had planned every detail on a microscopic level for it to be perfect. In the morning, he went and bought a bouquet of roses, then he picked up the teddy bear before he went to see you. His heart began to race, and in his mind, he thought he would get a heart attack. At the junction of the roads you see him sitting on a bench. "Jay? Who are these gifts for? Is it for Soha?" You ask, and he shakes his head. You throw in more guesses, but get it wrong. "Y/n." He interrupts. "These are for you" You are shook by this. "Wait, are you for real?" Jay nods his head, and hands you the bouquet first. "Yeah, I don't know how you didn't catch up on all of my hint up until now." He rants "Jay, I actually always liked you too, but I didn't wanna get ahead of myself here!" You smile, and you see his tense expression relax. "Really?" "Really."

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

You and him went to see a movie, a movie that Jake had chosen. Jake insisted that he carries the bowls of popcorn even though you offered to help. "What movie are we seeing?" You ask your friend after finding your seats. "It'll be a surprise." He says, his usual smile painting his face. After a couple of minutes into the movie, you figure out that it's a romance movie upon seeing the main characters kiss. "Didn't realise you could bring friends to watch a romance movie." You joke, and Jake chuckles a bit. "Now you know what movie to bring your future girlfriend to." Jake is silent, getting impatient now. "Will you be my 'future' girlfriend?" It takes a moment for you to realise what he said as you see him get closer. "Me?" His hand holds onto yours as he nods. "Of course." You say and close the distance between you two to peck his lips.

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙊𝙉

While you and Sunghoon are walking together, he asks if you've gotten any love letters. "I have, but they're never from the right person." You sigh, and he nods along. "What do you mean?" You explain how the only love letters you get are from people you don't know and that it's all so vague, and also how you wish people gave you hints that they liked you if they were to send you a letter. As Sunghoon listens closely to your rant, he realised that he has been hinting his love for you, but yet you don't realise. "Y/n, I have something to confess." He says, and you nod your head. "I've wanted to say this for a while, but I thought you'd catch on all the hints I've dropped that I like you, but it hurts hearing you speak so casually about them. So here it is; I love you." You are stunned by this confession, and say, "I have noticed, but I always thought they were on accident. It lightens my heart that you love me, because I like you too."

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢

Isn't one to easily get worked up and frustrated, but when he sees you getting more distant and avoidant, he starts to state questions in his head. First, he goes over to ask your friends, but they say that they have no idea why that is. Had he done something? He spots you turning a corner and rushes over to you with quick strides. You see him, but it is too late to turn around and escape becuase you two already made eye contact. "Y/n!" He calls out. "Sunoo..." You drag out with a forced smile. "Have I done something? Why are you ignoring me?" He asks, leaving no room for greetings. "I'm not-" "Yes, you are!" He sighs, and you copy. "I heard you talking about a girl, and I guessedd it was her from class ( ), and I know she likes you too, so I didn't want to come in between you two." You see Sunoo giggle, his demeanor turning around. "You're so silly. That girl I was talking about is you!" You flush at how ridiculous your assumtion was.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

He takes you to a cafe, offering to buy you something warm in contrast to the weather. Jungwon guides you over to a table before he walks up to the register, asking for a latte, and requesting a heart design on it with your initial on it. He really hoped you'd get the hint, knowing that he'd explode if he didn't confess. When it arrives, you arch an eyebrow. "Did yoy add my initial?" you ask while inspecting the drink. Jungwon nods, and you shrug it off, not paying it any mind. "You know, this might be a hint..." He coos. "Like what?" "Maybe that I like you?" he says, dragging out each syllable. You look up at him confused, seeing his eyebrows knitted in worry. "I hope you don't that this the wrong way." Jungwon adds in a hurry. You playfully scoffs, "of course not."

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

"I am better than him, I'm sure you know that." Riki announces, catching you off-guard by the sudden switch in tone. "What are you saying, Riki?" You look up at him confused from the couch. "Were you peeking at my phone?" You ask, conneccting the dots. "Yeah? But why are you trying to get together with someone else when I'm right here?" He asks, his words coming out like a cannon was fired. "Not quite sure by what you mean." You say, and Riki tilts his head as well as raising an eyebrow. "I see your phone still. Who even is he? He looks short." Riki points at you phone screen as he commenst nastily. "It's not even for me. My friend sent me this, but to answer your question, I'm certain you're better than him." It's quiet, and Riki hides his face in his hoodie after being embarrased. "No need to be shy now. I liked the bold Riki." You say.

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Summary: your new neighbour brings intrigue and a bit of danger.

Characters: ex-con!Bucky Barnes

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“Don’t move too slow, girly,” Angelique teases in your ear. You cradle your phone as you stick out your tongue at her mocking tone. “I’m already bikini shopping.” 

“Pfft, how much is it for string these days?” You retort. 

“Don’t be jealous. A little more confidence and you’d look fine as fuck in one. I mean, given your hooters, you’d be getting all the attention.” 

“Not worth the back ache. Besides, the thing would get lost,” you stop and look back and forth before you cross. “I’m getting there, alright? I mean, what do you think about the guy? He’s older, alone... at his age, he must be divorced. I mean, he’s gotta be into it.” 

“I’m sure he is,” Angelique assures you. “But stop dragging your feet. Just fucking pull your tits out.” 

“I as good as had them on my plate,” you snicker as you get closer to the duplex. 

“No, out,” she insists. “Your nipples need to make eye contact.” 

You hiss and slow down as you get to the crispy blades of grass bent over the pavement. “Gotta go.” 

“Wait--” 

You hang up as you watch Bucky’s back. His muscles move beneath his skin, his shoulders and arms thick and rounded. He has no shirt on but sports his typical black denim. His flesh bulges a bit above his belt. His sleeve tattoo extends to his shoulder blade, the edge resembling the silhouette of a wolf. 

You look down at yourself. You have your work standard on. A pair of straight cut pants and a sleeveless blouse. The bank is very stringent about the dress code. Nothing above the knee. Oh well, the elastic waistband is forgiving and comfortable enough to sit in all day. 

You sneak up the walk and through the front door. You drop your bag and hurry into your bedroom. You change into a pair of short red shorts and a razorback white tank top. Your bra straps peak out but that’s only a bonus. 

Wait. You stop. What did Angelique say? You undo your bra and slip free of the straps. Your back will hate you later. 

You slide into your fluffy white slides and head out. You glance over as Bucky fishes around in his tool box. He sits on a rolling stool, his boots set wide as he keeps it from moving. You approach him as he hunches and fiddles under the tank of the bike. 

“Hey, Bucky,” you skip up beside him, nearly falling out of your slides. “Whatcha doin’?” 

He keeps his eyes on his bike, “tune up.” 

“Oh, sure. You take good care of it, huh?” You bend to watch his hands closely. 

“Sure,” he sniffs. “Thing was left in a warehouse too long.” 

“Really? Is it used?” 

“It’s mine,” he assures you as he sits back and drops the wrench. “Just couldn’t... couldn’t keep her with me.” 

“Must be nice to get it back. Um, can I help with anything?” You push your hands behinds you and twist back and forth. 

He turns to look at you. You can’t see his eyes behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses. You preen and tilt your head. 

“You know the difference between a star and a flat head?” He asks. 

“Sure do,” you bounce in triumph. 

You go around his other side and get down on your knees. He takes out a cloth from his belt to wipe his hands. “Six-inch wrench,” he demands.

You bet he’s got more than a six-incher. You find the one he wants and hold it out to him. He takes it without looking. 

“It’s so cool you know how to do all this. When I get my bike, will you help me?” You wonder.” 

“You’re serious about all that?” He mutters. 

“Sure am! I could use help picking one out though. You have good taste,” you praise. 

He shrugs. You look down at the tool box. You stir around boredly as he offers no reply. 

“I guess I’ll need to by my own box of goodies--” you hiss and pull your hand back, “ouchie!” 

You raise your finger, a cut around the line around the top of your ring finger. He sits up and lowers the wrench as he looks at you. Before you can register your blood dribbling down, he tosses down the tool and grabs the cloth he left on his thigh. He snatches your hand and wraps the fabric around your finger, squeezing hard. 

“What’re you doing? Those aren’t toys,” he snarls. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky, I was going to sort them out for you,” you sniffle. “It’s not that bad. Doesn’t hurt too much.” 

He growls and shakes his head as he swivels the stool to face you. “You, grab on.” You hesitated but grab his forearm. His cheek twitches. “Not me, your finger.” 

He takes your hand and guides it to the cloth. He folds your hand around your ring finger and squeezes tight. You clamp down. 

“I don’t think it’s that bad,” you hold back the reverberating pain with a bat of your eyes. “I can handle it--” 

“Stay here,” he stands before you can argue further. You peer up at him and nod. 

He strides away with a sigh. You watch him, craning around as he storms onto the porch and disappears inside. The door snaps shut behind him. 

You turn straight and look down at your hand. It was stupid. You shouldn’t have been playing with the tools. Still, he touched you. It’s almost a perfect accident. 

You hear him come back out and suck back the tears. You don’t want him to think you’re weak. He nears and sets down the small white chest next to the toolbox. He bends over you and cups your elbows, guiding you to the stool. He’s intent on his task. 

You let him move you. He gets down to his knees and opens the first aid box. He takes out the bottle of rubbing alcohol and square of gauze. 

“Let’s see,” he gestures at your hand. 

You peel the rag away and show him. He holds out his palm and you put your hand in his. He wipes the cut, it’s mostly stopped gushing. He tuts between his teeth. 

“Shouldn’t need stitching,” he says. Your gaze crawls up his uninked arm; he has scars along his bicep and more on his chest, a thick one along his lower stomach. “Just a bandage.” 

He pinches your finger as he fishes around for a bandage. He uses his mouth to unwrap it. He sticks it around your finger snugly. He lets you go and your fingertips tingle. It’s not just the loss of blood. 

“Aw, thanks, Bucky,” you smile and examine your finger. “You take such good care of me.” 

His eyes meet yours and you push your shoulders up. He swallows stiffly and searches around, his attention clinging to the motorcycle. He clears his throat and turns on his knee. He scoops up the wrench he dropped. 

“No big deal. Just a nick,” he drawls lowly. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologise again. “I was only trying to help.” 

“I know, girl, I know,” he tightens something and puts the wrench back. 

“It’s real hot out. Can I get you something to drink?” You offer. 

“Don’t gotta do all that,” he says. 

“I want to. It’s the least I can do since you fixed me all up,” you hop up. “I’ll be right back!” 

You turn and feel how high your shorts are on your ass. You don’t fix them as you walk away. You hope he’s watching. You know he is. 

You go inside and find a nice tall glass. You take out a can of frozen pink lemonade and put in the plastic pitcher with water and ice. You mix it all up and taste. Perfect. 

You come back out as Bucky locks up his toolbox. You approach him, the glass in your uninjured hand. You stand beside him. 

“Here you go!” You say, “it sure is a hot one.” 

You offer it and he looks up. His sunglasses reflect the sun. He reaches for the glass and grumbles in thanks. You put your hands on your hips. Your fingers are cold from making the lemonade. It sends a shiver through you so your nipples poke against your tank top. 

“Bucky,” you begin, digging the toe of your slide into the tarmac as he sips. “I hate to ask but... could I go for a ride?” 

His throat clenches and he lowers the glass. His cheeks pinch and he pushes the glasses up over his hair. “A ride?” He rasps. 

“On the bike,” you giggle. “Since I wanna buy one, I’d like a bit of a go round. Just to make up my mind for sure. Doesn’t have to be right now but... it would be nice.” 

He’s quiet. He takes another gulp. Sweat beads on his temple and his chest glistens with it, his chest hair damp and shining. He stands, lifting the toolbox with him. 

“Sure, another night,” he says. 

“Of course, like I said, whenever you want me, I’m yours,” you smile and do a sort of awkward curtsy move. He keeps a hold on the glass and angles to flick his sunglasses back down with just his pinky. 

“Thanks for helping,” he says. 

“No problem,” you realise he’s trying to escape. You’re okay with that, he said he’d take you for a spin. It’s progress. “If you need anything, as usual, I’m right next door.” 

“Sure,” he utters and takes another swig. 

“You can bring the glass by whenever,” you assure him. “I need a nice long shower after today. See ya, Bucky.” 

You spin and strut away. You smile to yourself, happy he can’t see the menace in your eyes. Fuck Angelique. You are going to get this one. 

👙

You sing along to the poppy melody. You’re pretty sure you have the words wrong. You don’t care too much. It’s just you and your tweezers, thinning out the strays around your brows. 

Tomorrow, you’ll see if Bucky’s up for a ride. Maybe on more than just his bike. You giggle and tilt the mirror, checking your arch. As you do, something catches your eye outside the frame. You flinch and look over to the moving squiggle on the ceiling. 

You scream as the millipede skitters onto the wall and you drop the mirror on your mattress. Your skin is crawling. You hate bugs. They give you that jittery feeling. Your stomach is rolling. 

You panic and run out of the room, screaming as you search for anything to defend yourself. You manage to muffle yourself to a disgusted ramble of ugh and ews. You open the lower cupboard and take out a frying pan. 

A knock makes you shriek again. You hurry to the thumping on the door. You unlock it and pull it inward, pan handle gripped tight. 

“Everything okay?” Bucky asks from the shadows, his hand on the door. “What’s going on?” 

You’re breathless as you get a hold of yourself. You hold the pan with two hands. You didn’t mean to lure him in but you’re not unhappy about it. Especially since you only have a baby tee and panties on. 

“Oh, Bucky! I’m so scared. There’s-- there’s-- a millipede in my bedroom. They really freak me out and—and---” 

“A bug? You’re screaming about a bug?” He snarls and moves his hand away from his hip. You wince, taken aback by the steel in his tone. 

You pout, “I’m sorry, I--” 

He sighs, “where is it?” 

Your lashes flick, “um, thank you, so much. I was about to break the wall.” You show the pan. 

“Mm,” he looks around as he steps inside. He grabs your sandal from beside the door. 

You turn and lead him away. You’re happy you chose a smaller pair of panties. You set the pan on the couch as you pass and point him into the bedroom. You step back as he passes. 

He stops in the doorway. You stay behind him. He takes a breath before he enters. He searches out the bug on the wall and marches over to the bed. You watch him from behind. He’s in a pair of black boxers and a tank top. 

He reaches up and smushes the millipede. You squeak in surprise at his quickness. Your gaze sticks on his bicep. He’s strong. You wonder what it’d be like to have his arm around your neck. You shiver. 

“Oh gosh, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you squee. 

“Got a tissue?” He asks. 

You hesitate then flit into the bathroom across the hall. You grab the roll of toilet paper and return to your room. You tear away a strip and hand it to him, setting the roll close by. He trades you for the sandal. He wipes the bug guts from the plaster. 

He faces you. You rock nervously, “I’m real sorry. I was scared.” You bite your lip and poke your fingertips together. “I... You look after me, Bucky, thank you.” 

“Mm, I heard screaming. Typically, it means trouble,” he shrugs and strides toward you.  

“I know, I... I’m not used to having neighbours so close.” 

“Yeah...” he utters. 

“Well, er,” you stand in the door as he comes close, “have a good night. I’ll keep it down.” 

He hums. You stare at him and turn your back to the door frame to let him through. You genuinely feel bad. He’s angry. 

“I don’t like to hear women screaming,” he growls and marches into the hall. “Come lock the door behind me.” 

“Okay,” you follow him guiltily. 

He stops as he pulls back the inner door. He looks at you and the tension eases in his jaw, “I’m glad you’re not hurt.” 

You nod and smile, “and I'm so glad I got a good guy like you watching over me.” 

His brows rise just slightly. He quickly looks away, “lock it.” 

He sweeps through the door and pulls it shut sharply. You stare a moment before you move to lock it. It’s only then you hear his footsteps on the porch; leaving. 

As stupid as you feel, you won again. He can’t hold out much longer. Especially since you forgot to put your vibrator away. 

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Here is my short-form YouTube channel: https://youtube.com/@tbskyenshorts

Here's my rambly spam-and-reactions channel where I will spend an entire whole hour frame-by-frame gushing over cool animation and such: https://youtube.com/@3bskyen

And here's my Linktree where all of those links are collected and easily accessible: https://linktr.ee/tbskyen

About Me

I am a thirtysomething content creator whose primary expertise is character design.

I have a bachelor's degree in English, never finished my master's, did most of a bachelor's degree in history, and that's it. These are my academic qualifications, no more and no less.

My professional experience is primarily being a freelancer and self-employed creator. I spent the better part of a decade working as a commission artist, running webcomics, drawing fanart, and the occasional animation work and not safe for work commissions, and I have at this point a decade of experience and self-study in the subjects I cover. I have also done online community management for, god help me, almost twenty years, so that's a part of my skillset I'll never escape.

I do not have any particular professional creative industry experience, although given what I hear from my professional friends, sometimes that seems like a blessing.

Please maintain a critical distance when engaging with my work. I am a critic. My work is very rarely meant to be taken as authoritative or didactic, and when it is, I will make it clear in my writing. Just because I speak with confidence doesn't mean I am trying to assert objective truth.

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Yes, I know the spaces are inconsistent. It's not on purpose, I just typed them in haphazardly when I started using them and it's stuck.

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FAQ (before you ask)

Q: Will you ever do a video about ____ ? A: The answer to this question is almost universally "maybe someday, if I have time, and if I feel I have anything worthwhile to say." And the more realistic answer is "no, because I already have far too much on my plate and I have burned myself out too many times." In general, please don't ask me this question, I will most likely not answer it because I have given the same answer a thousand times, but I still feel guilty about not answering them.

Q: Will you continue your series of videos about ____ ? A: Yes! I will continue the let's plays I started, I will finish the Boss Designs series, I will do another What's the Deal With, I will do more shorts about the subjects I've got going on. The main obstacle is, again, my tendency to overload myself.

Q: Do you have a PO box? Can I send you something? A: Not yet, but I'm looking into it. It may be a while before I get it set up.

Q: Do you have merchandise? A: A little bit, yes, at crowdmade.com/collections/tbskyen

Q: What's your opinion on [game/movie/comic/book/etc]? A: I struggle to answer very open, broad questions like this. Most things I have opinions about, I have multiple opinions, and different ones depending on the perspective and specific element in question. I'm much more likely to answer specific, bounded questions.

Q: Can I send you fanart? A: PLEASE. Askbox, tag me on bluesky, send it to my email! I love seeing every piece of it!

Q: Why do you never appear on camera? A: A forest witch cursed me to look not quite but ALMOST like Paul Giamatti in all photos and videos ever taken of me, and his laywers sent me a cease-and-desist.

Q: Are you gay/straight/bi/other? A: The decision I've made for myself, at least for this period of my life, is that privacy is precious, and once given up can never be reclaimed on the internet. I am open about being aromantic (not asexual), because it's a sometimes invisible and underdiscussed identity, and I know it would have helped me a lot to see someone speak about it when I was younger.

The rest of it is for me to know, and for you to speculate about, although preferably somewhere I can't see it. I accept that this is a part of being a Personality, but it still feels weird, y'know?

Q: Is it weird if I find your voice kinda hot? A: I've put a lot of work into developing this voice and making it nice to listen to, so that's not weird at all and I find it quite complimentary, thank you.

I generally don't mind people doing flirty/thirsty posting about or at me, just so long as we all understand that 1) you should never give a stranger like me information which could be used to harm you. Nicer-seeming YouTubers than me have turned out to be monsters.

And 2) it will never go beyond playful online flirtiness. I like to fluster my live chat, I'll flirt back in an ask or a post maybe, but I am not flirting with you, or inviting any kind of closer intimacy with you, the person I responded to.

Think of me like a comedian doing crowd-work at a show - you can chat to me in the bar after the show, but when I asked you what you do for work I wasn't looking for a personal connection, I was doing my work as an entertainer. Please no sending me nudes, or propositions, or confession letters in my email inbox. We are strangers, and I am always performing a persona in public.

[hhughes]

𓈒 ୭ৎ you belong with me 𝅄 ۪ ݁ 𓈒

(fic) — in which will's gf (lauren - sorry if ur named lauren) doesn't treat him right and you're waiting for Will to realize he belongs with you! you could probably already tell but it's based on you belong with me by taylor swift!

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. will smith x bsf!reader. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. fluff. language. 𝒙𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒊. this is a repost that I just edited a bit. need to write more for will asap. as always reblogs and feedback is appreciated and I hope you liked it <3

You open the door to your apartment, kicking your converse off and lining them up neatly on the shoe rack at the front door. You sigh when you see two pairs of shoes lying on the floor, bending down to pick those up and placing them there as well. You immediately go to your room and change into comfy clothes quickly, wearing shorts and a familiar worn out ‘US hockey’ shirt that belonged to your best friend will. A small smile forms on your face when you hear laughter coming from your living room, walking towards the sound and being met with a familiar sight.

Gabe, Ryan and Will lounging on your couch, looking so comfortable anyone would’ve thought it was their apartment.

"Hey, look who's finally here!" Ryan yells and you grab a slice of pizza from the box before taking your seat on the same couch as Will, placing your feet on his lap and his hands automatically fall to your calves, caressing them softly.

"You don't get to complain that I'm late when you two left your shoes laying around again," you say and Will smiles, shaking his head, knowing what a big pet peeve that was for you.

"How do you know it's ours and not Will's?" Ryan asks, throwing a piece of popcorn in will’s direction, only smiling sheepishly when you send him a glare about the mess he’s making

"First of all, I know every pair of shoes he owns and he doesn't own the ones that were laying around. Secondly, Will would never let his shoes get that dirty, it's the pretty boy in him. One speckle of mud and he has to wash them. And lastly, he knows better than that." you say and Will squeezes your knee in retaliation for the "pretty boy" comment, smiling when you kick him in the thigh.

"What are we watching?" you ask

"IT," Gabe answers and you immediately protest.

"Absolutely not," you say and Gabe laughs.

"It's not even that scary." Gabe says

"It's not scary, it's just creepy. I hate clowns, they shouldn't exist, especially not to amuse kids," you mumble and grab a pillow when Gabe starts the movie anyway. It was his turn to pick and if you were gonna make him watch all your movies then you had to watch his.

Movie nights were something you and Will started when you were still in highschool, and the tradition carried on to college. You can't really remember when Gabe and Ryan joined in but they haven't missed one since.

You miss half the movie anyway since your attention is focused solely on Will, as it is most of the time. He looked good tonight, but then again he always looks good. He was wearing grey sweats and a tight fitted white T-shirt, his hair a little messy as if he took a nap earlier and just came over without fixing it. His hand was still absentmindedly tracing patterns on your leg and you shivered when his hand slipped to the inside of your thigh.

"You cold?" he asks and you nod, not wanting him to know you were shivering because of something else.

"C'mere," he says and you move closer as he grabs his hoodie he took off earlier, pulling it over your head.

"Thank you," you say as you cuddle into his side more, his arm around you and hand resting on your hip.

You spend the next thirty minutes or so there, nearly falling asleep when Will's phone rings. You sit up a little as he reaches for his phone, letting out a big sigh as he stands up and answers the call.

"Hey baby," Will answers and your chest tightens at the soft way he speaks to her.

"I'm watching a movie with the boys and—," he says and lets out a big sigh at whatever she's saying.

"Yeah okay, I'll be there soon," Will says and you frown when he starts collecting his stuff.

"Where are you going?" Gabe asks, beating you to it.

"Lauren invited people over to her place tonight and apparently we're hosting together and people have been asking for me," Will explains, grabbing his keys from the coffee table.

"She didn't tell you earlier?" Ryan questions, a frown on his face

"No. I told her I was busy tonight," Will says and Ryan scoffs, shaking his head and giving his friend a disgruntled look

"And she still hosted it tonight? Without you knowing...and now she's telling you to leave and go there?" Gabe asks, trying to get Will to see how weird that is but he just shrugs.

"I don't know man, she probably just forgot. I'm fucking exhausted though. I gotta go," Will says but stops right beside you on his way to the door, bending over so he can speak softly to you.

"You're not upset with me are you? I hate when you're upset with me," Will says, hand playing with the ends of your braid and you shake your head.

"No, it's all good. Do what you gotta do," you say with a smile. one you know he could tell was fake.

"Rain check on movie night? Maybe next week it can be just you and me, like old times. Feel like I haven't spent much time with you since these two are always around. i’ll make it up to you. I promise," Will says, kissing your cheek before making his way out of your apartment. You'd have liked to tell him that it wasn't because of Gabe and Ryan that you guys weren't spending as much time together, it was because of her.

Will met Lauren at the first tailgate you guys had attended at BC, after that they went on a few dates and after a few dates they were together.

It wasn't one of those classic situations where you were in love with your best friend and hated every girl he paid attention to but you. It was about the fact that she treated him terribly, and he deserved so much better. And maybe it did hurt your feelings a little bit that he was dating someone like that. Because if he was dating a girl that gave him all these things that you couldn't because she was just that great then maybe you'd understand why it wasn't you he was dating. But you didn't understand why he would be with someone like Lauren, when you were right here, where you've always been.

"I'm not the only one who doesn't like her right?" Gabe asks when Will is gone.

"I can't stand her. She's so rude and she treats him so badly. I don't know what he sees in her honestly," Ryan says with a frown on his face and they both look at you expectantly.

"I mean as long he's happy I don't have anything to say," you say and both of them scoff

"He's obviously not happy. All of us can see that, you probably most of all with how well you know him," Ryan says and you just flick your attention back to the TV.

"When are you two gonna stop pretending you don't have feelings for each other and just get together?" Gabe asks

"He doesn't have feelings for me, if he did he would have acted on them a long time ago and he certainly wouldn’t be leaving my place to go see his girlfriend," you say, emphasizing the word

"What if he was holding back cause he didn't know if you felt the same way?" Ryan asks and you just shake your head.

"It doesn't even matter now. He's got a girlfriend and whether we like her or not, we still have to respect that," you say, your tone making it clear that you didn't wanna talk about this anymore.

The next time you saw Will was later that week, you were sitting at a table at your favourite café, reading a book when he took the seat across from you.

"What's wrong?" you ask, immediately noting the annoyed expression on his face.

"The beanpot is next week," Will says, as if he didn’t circle it in red on your calendar on the fridge.

"I know. Everyone's been talking about it for weeks, I had four people corner me in the hallway this morning asking if I could hook them up with tickets cause it's already sold out and they know i'm friends with you," you say and Will frowns, taking your hand in his and rubbing circles on your palm with his thumb.

"They cornered you? Who?" he asks, the furrow between his brows deepening

"It doesn't matter, Ryan took care of it, but the point is. . . trust me everyone knows the beanpot's coming up," you say and Will's frown doesn't disappear but he allows you to divert from that topic

"Not everyone apparently. Lauren told her parents l'd be coming up to New York to meet them that weekend," Will says and your jaw drops

"She did not. Why? How can she not know? You've told her like 20 times, you even bought her and her 50 friends tickets to go," you say exasperated and Will sighs shaking his head

"I don't know, but she wants me to tell coach I'm missing it and still go to New York," he says and your jaw drops even further if that's possible

"Oh my God, she's insane. There's no way you'd miss any game, but especially not the beanpot games. You've been dreaming of playing in the beanpot since you were a little kid," you say and Will smiles at you

"Yeah that's what I told her and we got into a pretty big argument about it. It's okay I know she's not that into hockey so maybe she really did just forget," Will says, the frown back on his face

"You're not that into reality TV, or dance, or any of the things she's into really, but you still make time to see her or do those things with her, or at least remember when it happens because what's important to her is important to you. That's just what a good partner does," you say and Will nods

"Yeah, it's fine though," he says but you know him better than that. You can obviously tell it really hurt his feelings that she forgot and then she argued about it with him too? What was he doing with a girl like that?

"For what it's worth, l'm really excited to watch you play in the beanpot. I know you're gonna do amazing and I think it's the coolest thing ever that you get to do something you've dreamed about doing for so long. And I'm so excited to be there and cheer you on," you say and Will grins, bring your hand up to his lips to press a kiss against your palm.

一

Later that night you were laying in bed, watching a show on your laptop, your eyes drooping closed every few seconds before you peeled them open again, when you heard a knock on your door.

"Will, it's the middle of the night, what are you doing here?" you ask as he steps into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

"I called my mom, and I told her about stuff with Lauren and you know what she told me?" he asks and you shake your head, head still a little foggy from your in and out naps.

"She said I'm with the wrong girl. That the right girl would listen to me, and support me, understand me. Make me laugh when I feel like I'm gonna cry. The girl who knows all my favourite songs, and I tell about my dreams. The one who feels like home. So I went to see Lauren, and I broke it off and then I sat there for about three hours because I realised that the girl I'm looking for is you. And I feel like the biggest idiot because you've always been there, and all this time how could I not know that you're the one I belong with. and i’m so sorry," Will says and you take a deep breath trying to keep your tears from falling as you let out a little laugh

"I've been giving you the biggest heart eyes since forever, it's about time you noticed," you joke, and he smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his forehead against yours.

"Well can I be your oblivious boyfriend, instead of your oblivious best friend?" Will asks teasingly and you nod, connecting your lips to his in a soft, long-overdue kiss.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌

tokyo rev masterlist || haikyuu version

Accidentally matching outfits x Koko

You swear it’s a coincidence when you show up to your date spot matching Koko’s outfit of the day. But then again, your boyfriend has always insisted on gifting you outfits and accessories, so is it really a surprise you mirrored his style without noticing? That still doesn’t stop your cheeks from warming when he takes your hand and leads you inside, a small smile playing around his lips.

Carrying your bags x Inui

Inui is a gentleman all around but one thing he never fails to do is carry your bags for you. Usually, he asks beforehand if he should take them from you -even though he hardly accepts ‘no’ as an answer- but if he can tell you’re struggling with the weight he’s rather adamant about it. His beautiful partner shouldn’t strain themselves and he can easily handle it, so please let him do this. (Inui also rocks carrying your purse, it might as well be his.)

Weird nicknames in each other’s contacts x Ran

It’s almost as if you’re in a secret relationship, that’s how abstruse your names for the other are. If your friend ever looks at your phone when you ask them to read out a message, you can basically hear the confusion in their voice. There’s also a pretty high chance the contact name is accompanied by a picture that’s just as unflattering, probably taken when you were taken off guard. Well, at least both of you know you’re not in it for the other’s looks.

Walking on the side of the road x Draken

Draken is your protector through and through. Not only does your knight in shining armour catch bugs for you without a fuss and order your food as well if you’re too shy to, he also always makes sure to walk on the side of the road where the cars drive. Whenever you change streets or directions, he quickly switches to your other side, not letting your hand go for too long.  You’re not sure if it makes a difference at all but the gesture is sweet nonetheless.

Laughing ‘til your cheeks hurt x Chifuyu

Nevermind if you’re grown adults, Chifuyu and you can still be as silly as children. At times, you’re literally the most unserious pair ever, giggling and holding your stomachs because of a stupid pun one of you told. Sitting at home on a night in, wiping the tears from your eyes and holding your hurting cheeks as you gasp for air, just to start laughing again when you remember the situation five minutes later.

Flour fight during a baking session x Mitsuya

Neither of you are about wasting food, just making that clear. But when you’re standing side by side in front of the kitchen counter, the oven preheating in the background and Mitsuya rolling the dough to then press into your cake form, you just can’t help yourself. Some leftover from the filling you prepared sticks to your hand and before you know it, you’re wiping it against your boyfriend’s cheek, giggling as you go. But Mitsuya only looks shocked for a second before he grins and wraps his flour-covered hands around your waist before you can get away.

Waking up tangled together x Rindou

It’s a calm night in, the take-out boxes still sitting on the coffee table in front of you as you snuggle in the corner of the couch, not really paying attention to the film anymore. And neither is Rindou, judging by how he yawns from the other side of the couch, his legs crossing with yours as he sinks deeper into the cushions. By the time both of you wake up again, your respective spaces of the couch have been abandoned in order to tangle yourself together bretzel-style, with your cheek squished against his biceps and his hand somewhere under the back of your shirt. 

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[mangocheesecakes]

the scammer @/rescueplease has now been deleted, but since a lot of people are still reblogging my posts about it, i'm changing my pinned post to a list of currently active scam accounts

scammers with the same m.o., sometimes similar profile pics and linktrees/paypal addresses:

> numberonegoateeeagle (paypal name 'Jeff Owino') new

> nour-samr (paypal name 'Nour Samar') >> nour-samr0 new/remake

scammer pretending to be a sick Black person, using the paypal name, 'Alafred Opondo'

> enchantingqueencreator

the 'insulin scammer''s latest blog (at least i think it's their latest blog:

> fancycoffeepeanut

empty blogs who are mass-reblogging the scam posts and are likely just the scammers sock puppet accounts used to pad the notes of their posts, pls block them too:

> chopra-79

> futuristicphilosopherartisan new

deleted/deactivated/changed url:

maina-3

immariaanszz >> iammarinassaa >> iammarinassaass

jovialsuitdonutai (paypal name 'jeff owino')

khalilhan (paypal name 'samuel obiya') >> khaliilhan

marylinfwaznassar (paypal name 'maryline lucy')

stickytreephilosopher (paypal name 'jeff owino')

perfectlyminiatureface (paypal name 'jeff owino')

optimisticalpacalady (paypal 'jeff owino')

omarkhalini (paypal 'fred odhiambo')

marylinefwaznassar (paypal 'maryline lucy')

khalilhani (paypal 'samuel obiya')

weepingpersondestiny (paypal 'jeff owino')

as always, please block and report these blogs, and more importantly, warn your friends, mutuals, and followers if you see them reblogging their scam posts. if you see a donation post/blog that you believe may be a scam, please do look their url up first on the tumblr search bar to see if someone has already called them out. i will try to update this post with the scammers' new accounts/url as we discover them. please also go to @kyra45's blog, as they are faster and more thorough in updating about newly discovered scams.

some red flags to look out for before sharing donation posts/donating:

new blog, or a couple years old but has only a few random, sporadic posts

backdated posts

spamming asks to a lot of other users, even the ones they don't know or have just followed, and even when the user has made it clear they don't want to receive requests to boost dono posts

is asking you to answer their asks privately, or is sending you a message directly

is straight up asking you for money, and usually for impossibly large amounts

do not put their paypal/money transfer links on their post itself, usually claiming it's to protect their 'privacy'

is using Zelle for their money transfer account, especially if the person is claiming to be in Palestine

please don't be so quick to entertain donation requests and to give away your money, especially if the user ticks a lot of these boxes. if you are familiar with the place they say they are from or the language they are supposed to speak, try conversing with them for a bit to see if their claims would hold. you can also browse my 'donation scam' tag or kyra45's blog to compare if the user has any similarities with past scammers that we've discovered.

that's it po. let's all try our best to look out for each other and make sure that our resources are going to the actual people in need, especially in the case of Palestinians asking for help. the last thing they need right now is for shitty lowlifes to use their suffering to make a profit.

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

Rookie Reporter (Hawks x f!Reader)

A/N: I've been writing this one for a long time and I finally finished! It's a long one, but I hope you enjoy

Dont forget to like & reblog <3

Warnings: Hawks, yandere Hawks, abusive work place, manipulation, gaslighting

Wordcount: 5.7k

Ask Box: Open

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Reporters were the bane of every hero's existence. They wanted nothing but a good scoop on whatever and whoever they could find. Hardcore hero fanatics called them the scum of the earth; even worse than some villains. Some of your friends were disgusted when they found out you wanted to go to college for journalism. But they just didn't understand. You weren't going to be a reporter. You were going to be a journalist, someone who seeks the truth and only the truth. 

It wasn't easy. You wish that your enthusiasm had gotten you far, but when you graduated, you had trouble finding a job. Now you were working at a small-time news company. You looked down at your camera, shuffling through the blurry pictures you had taken. Your boss decided for you first job he would send you out to tail the number two hero. Why was this given to someone with no experience? Because your boss had faith in you. At least, that's what he said. You were special. You were talented. It's why he hired you. You scrunched your nose as you peeked around the corner. Hawks was surrounded by a group of small kids, feathers surrounding them as he smiled down at them. You put the viewfinder up to your eye and took even more pictures.

As Hawks moved away, you continued to try and follow him inconspicuously. This isn't what you wanted. You didn't want to follow some random hero to see if he would fuck up and make a mistake. Especially if he was the number two and one of the most popular heroes with the public. You had nothing against Hawks and it felt dirty to do this. He was known for being laid back and friendly with everyone. The only "newsworthy" thing about him is his relationship with Endeavor, who is less than friendly. You hid behind another building. This was stupid!! This was totally and completely stupid. You were going to take a few more pictures and then call it a day. As you peeked out the corner again, you saw that your vision was blocked by a torso. 

"Excuse me, you're blocking my- oh shit."

"Oh shit is right." Hawks was staring down at you, his arms crossed. "Why are you following me?"

You didn't answer. Instead, you did what your boss told you to do if you got caught: you turned around and started walking away. If you pretended like you didn't know what he was talking about, he would just leave you alone. That's what you told yourself. Even as you heard his steps behind you as you walked, you acted like you knew nothing. Of course following the #2 hero was not without consequence. He easily overtook you and stopped right in front of you. With a small oof, you ran into his chest. 

He sighed, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Listen, I didn't want to make any arrests today. But if you don't wanna tell me-"

"It’s my job.” You said, looking down to your camera then up at him. “This is my first assignment.”

“You’re paparazzi?”

You scrunched your nose. “No! I’m a journalist. As my first job, my boss sent me out to follow you.”

“Kid, that’s what the paparazzi do. They follow heroes to get the latest scoop.”

You crossed your arms. “Excuse me, Mr. Hawks, but I am not like those lowlifes. I want to chase the truth and only the truth. My boss said he had faith in me and my talent. He said I was special.”

“Right. And who do you work for?”

"Heroes Weekly."

He laughed. "I can't tell if you're serious or pulling my wing."

"What?" You cocked your head. "Why would I not be serious? I'm trying to be a good journalist."

He let out a sigh and ran his hand through his blonde hair, the strands falling messily around his face. You've only seen him happy and smiling, even when fighting villains. It was rare to see Hawks looking frustrated. It looked like he didn't believe you. You reached for your lanyard, flashing the employee ID at him.

"See? Rookie journalist."

He leaned in, scanning the text. "That says Rookie Reporter, kid."

"What?" You looked at the badge. There, underneath your employee picture, were the words Rookie Reporter. You frowned. "God damn it. And stop calling me kid! You're only like a year or two older than me!"

"Okay then, birdie. You're being hazed." 

Hazed? It almost made you laugh. There's no way they would do that to you. Your boss was kind. He even gave you your own business cards. Your coworkers always smiled at you, said you were super helpful around the office. They said you were lucky for getting this assignment. Someone as eager as…Who were you kidding? No matter how you looked at it, trailing one of the top ten heroes wasn't meant for a rookie. It was meant for humiliation. 

You hung your head in shame. Frustration and guilt mixed together. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hawks. I was just so eager to become a journalist that I-"

"Hey, hey. Don't be upset. Just don't do that again, alright? Other heroes won't be as lenient as I am." He patted your head, ruffling your hair.

You nodded. "I'll delete all the pictures as well."

"Won't you get in trouble?"

"Don't worry. I'll figure something out."

You turned and walked away. It was so frustrating. You knew they weren't going to be genuine. That's what you were warned about in college. But it was the only company that would even glance your way. You didn't want to give up your dream of being a journalist. You wanted to write an expose of hero worship and media influence. You wanted to show how idolization affects both the people and heroes negatively. You wanted to make a difference. Yet here you were, doing exactly what you always despised. You sighed as you went through your camera, deleting all the pictures. You were so stupid.

"Hey! Wait up!!"

You turned to see Hawks catching up with you. He gave you a lopsided smile. "I don't want you to go back empty handed."

"It's fine, really. It's not like you did anything out of the ordinary anyway."

He held out his hand. "Do you have a business card?"

"Oh!" You let the camera hang around your neck as you rifled through your bag. "My boss said that the first thing I should do is give my business card. How could I forget that? Anyway, here."

"Thanks." He grabbed the business card, looking over it. "I'll give you a call."

"For…"

"You're so cute, birdie. I'm gonna let you interview me. I like your spunk. It would be great for a journalist to have a contact, right? Plus–" He leaned in, looking proud of himself. "I am the number two hero. It can't get better than this."

"Really?" Your eyes widened in surprise. He had caught you tailing him and now he wanted to do an interview? "Wow. Uhm… thank you."

"Don't mention it. I'll call you later, kid."

"Sure."

As he walked off, you got an odd feeling in your stomach. It wasn't necessarily positive. There was something off about the way Hawks looked at you. Like you were a victim or someone who needed saving. Were you that pitiful? You shook your head and pushed down the feeling. It had to be positive. This was good. This was your gateway into being the journalist you always wanted to be. You had to take advantage of this.

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You hated your job. You hated it so much, you could quit at any moment. Especially now, as you carefully maneuvered two drink carriers off the counter at the coffee shop you always seemed to be at. Ever since you came back from meeting Hawks, you were treated as an errand girl. It wasn't unusual for you to pick up lunch or drinks every once in a while. But now it was every day. You rarely had time to even set up a meeting with Hawks. You were able to call him once before you were told to do something else that was supposedly important. And it never was.

Freelance was probably a better option. Sure, your paycheck would practically disappear. But it was better than being bullied in the office. You were treated like a doormat. You couldn't fight back or else everyone would start to see you as the cocky newbie who believed they deserved everything handed to them on a silver platter. It was all so frustrating. But in the world today, it was practically impossible to be recognized as a freelance journalist. They were labeled as crazy conspiracy theorists. Which you weren't. To be fair, you did feel like you were about to go crazy. Your phone was ringing as you made your way to the exit of the cafe.

"Damn it." You muttered to yourself as you pushed the door open with your shoulder. You walked over to one of the outside tables and set down the coffee. You got out your phone and answered it. "Hello?"

"You look like death, busy bird."

"What? Who is-" You checked the caller ID and then put the phone back to your ear. "Mr. Hawks!"

"You need some help?"

You frowned. "Uhm…why would you ask that?"

"Because you look like you're about to cry."

Immediately, you were on high alert. You looked around, trying to spot where he was. He was walking across the street, his red wings making him easy to spot. A shiver ran down your spine. You hung up your phone as he walked over to you. Once again, there was that lopsided smile as he approached you. 

"Hi." You sheepishly waved at him, guilt filling you. "Sorry about the whole interview thing. Work is keeping me busy."

Hawks looked over at the two drink carriers. "Is this work?"

"Unfortunately. I'm forced to do coffee runs and I have to pay for it with my card, which doesn't make sense at all! And ever since I told my boss that I could interview you, he suddenly decided that I was too busy with other useless tasks. Changing the printer, making edits, sending email reminders. I'm not a damn secretary!" 

You huffed, running your hands through your hair. You had applied to countless other places, but none of them would take you. You still didn't have enough to survive off freelancing. So here you were, stuck in a shitty job with shitty pay. Not only that, but Hawks was sure to be disappointed that you can't interview him. This was a feeling you'd have to get used to: utter disappointment.

After getting yourself situated, you picked up the two drink carriers and started walking as your mind churned. You forgot about Hawks's presence, too preoccupied with your own angst. You didn't notice him following you, staring at you like you were an amusing spectacle. You mumbled to yourself about what you have to do after you get back to your workplace. Print out copies for your coworkers, clean out the break room, and then try and make a deadline for an article that'll never be published. What a wonderful day.

"Birdie, do you always mumble to yourself?"

"Huh?" You looked over to the side, finally acknowledging Hawks's presence. "Yes. Well… no. Does it make me seem crazy?"

"It's cute."

The tips of your ears turned red. "Sure. Why are you following me?"

"Because I want to do that interview." He shrugged and gave you a smile. "I won't take no for an answer."

"My boss will flip if he sees you."

"It's alright. I'll handle it."

Hawks wasn't like anything you thought him to be. He looked like the cocky playboy that had an endless amount of women for his disposal. Yet here he was, taking the drink carriers from your hand and giving you a lopsided smile. Maybe you were lucky. Like one of those fanfictions where the person reads a book in the crowd and the rich rockstar falls in love. Maybe this was a fanfiction.

"That's ridiculous."

"What?" Hawks asked, looking over at you.

You blushed and shook your head. "Nothing. Are you sure you wanna be doing this? I don't want to trouble you."

"Don't worry, birdie. Just put your trust in me."

Normally, that would be asking a lot. But Hawks was a hero. So maybe it wasn't too much to ask. And so you trusted him. As the two of you walked into your workplace, you could feel everyone's eyes on you and Hawks. You swallowed thickly and led him deeper into the building. Once you reached your section of the building, you took the coffee from him and walked around, handing out the drinks. The whispers of your coworkers seemed to echo in your ears. Your hands were shaky. This was a terrible idea. A horrendous one that you should have never agreed to.

"Rookie! What are you-" Your boss's voice filled the air. You looked up at him as he stood in surprise in front of his office. "Mr. H-Hawks?!"

Hawks flashed a smile, his wings stretching out slightly. "That's me. I met your rookie reporter and decided to set up an interview. That's okay with you, right?"

Your boss hesitated. You could practically see the vein in his forehead pop as he stomped over to you. "What did I tell you?!"

Your face paled. Here it was. You had thought, just for a moment, that life would be okay. That Hawks showing up would make your boss realize how capable you were and treat you like the others. Like a true journalist. Except life would never have worked out for you like that. You were unlucky. Totally and completely. Not even one of the highest ranking heroes could save you.

"Sir, I'm-"

"You pathetic girl! Absolutely disgraceful! How dare you go behind my back and bring him here?! I assigned you specific tasks!"

"That's-"

"I'm not done talking!" He spit, his face red as he yelled at you. "You can't even listen to simple orders!! How the hell are you supposed to interview a pro hero if you're too idiotic to do what you're told?! I was being lenient by not firing you on the spot when you said you wanted to interview Hawks, but I'm done! You're nothing but an embarrassment to this company! You're fired!"

Your chest constricted as your face grew hot with humiliation. Tears started to well in your eyes. Everyone's eyes were on you. You didn't expect to be fired. You thought you would be scolded at most. And now you were panicking. You didn't know what to do. You needed this job. You realized that it didn't matter how they treated you. You didn't know what to do without it.

You took a step forward. "Sir, please. You can't-"

"I am so sorry, Mr. Hawks." Your former boss pushed you out of the way and looked at Hawks. "She must have been such a bother. Why don't we go into my office so we can discuss details for an interview?"

The tears couldn't be stopped now. You looked over at Hawks. His head was hanging down, but he was smirking. Maybe that's what this all was. He was waiting for you to be humiliated. He knew that you were a rookie and doing something like this would be crossing the line. This was nothing but entertainment for him. You sniffled and tried to keep in your sobs. You wanted to go home.

"Is this how you always treat your employees?"

The man looked confused for a moment before nervously chuckling. "Only the disrespectful newbies."

"Pathetic."

"What?"

"I said–" Hawks stepped forward and leaned down. His gaze was dark. "You're pathetic."

"I-I don't understand."

"You abuse your poor employee just because she could land an interview with me and all you can do is shitty paparazzi articles."

He was sweating bullets now. "You must b-be mistaken! We take pride–"

Hawks didn't let him finish. In an instant, several of his feathers had the man pinned against the opposite wall. Everyone gasped, you included. Hawks sauntered forward. The man was trembling, whimpering out apologies. The laid back hero was actually pissed. It would almost be unbelievable if his aura wasn't choking the room with tension and fear.

"Don't give me that shit. There's no pride here. How dare you say she's disgraceful when you were the one who sent her to tail me."

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Hawks! Please, f-forgive me!"

He scoffed. "Don't beg me for forgiveness. Beg her."

My former boss's eyes met mine. "I-I'm sorry! So sorry!"

You couldn't respond, but Hawks seemed satisfied. His feathers returned to his wings and the man slumped to the ground. "I expect to see a formal apology in your next issue."

You were still crying. You couldn't stop and you didn't know why. Hawks grabbed your wrist and took you out of the office. As you followed him, the situation set in again. Despite his scolding, you were still jobless. Unemployed. The tears got stronger and you couldn't help but quietly cry. Hawks led you to an empty hallway. He let go of your wrist and then hugged you tightly.

"It's alright, birdie. It'll be okay."

"It won't be!" You sobbed into his arms, your shoulders hunching in on themselves. "I got fired! I needed that job."

"No, you didn't. Your boss was an asshole."

You shook your head and buried your face into his chest. "I don't care! No one… no one else will take me! He was right. I'm stupid and worthless and-"

Hawks wrapped his wings around you and pressed you tight against his body. One hand gently rubbed your back. "Shh, shh. None of that, okay? Nothing that happened was your fault. You've got fire in you, birdie. Don't let anyone put it out."

"Fire won't get me a job."

Hawks didn't say anything and let you cry. The tension slowly left your body until you were left with a headache. The pain was dulled by the warmth of his wings and the feeling of his strong hands against your body. Everything wasn't alright. You weren't sure what you were going to do. But at least this moment was alright. Warm. Safe. 

"Work for me." Hawks whispered.

Your voice was hoarse as you spoke. "What?"

"Work for me." He repeated. "Come to my hero agency and work for me."

"Wh-What? What would I even do?"

He shrugged and pulled back, looking down at you. "I don't know. But I'll take care of you."

"Hawks, I can't-"

"Keigo." He reached out and gently cupped your face. His thumb caressed the skin of your cheek. "My name is Keigo."

You felt your face heat up. "K-Keigo… I can't just work at your agency for no reason."

"And I can't watch you struggle." He paused for a moment. His eyes had an odd glint to them before completely disappearing. It was almost unnoticeable. "I have an idea."

You scrunched your nose. "I don't like the sound of this…"

"Move in with me. That way you don't have to worry about paying rent and can look for a job."

"You can't be serious!" You scoffed, trying to take a step back.

Keigo didn't let you. His wings caged you in, the grip on your face tightening ever so slightly. "I want to take care of you. I'm the one at fault for getting you fired. If I didn't follow you to the office, none of this would have happened. Let me fix this."

There was something telling you to say no. This wasn't a smart idea. Even if he was being genuine, he was the number two hero. What would people think if some random stranger moved in with him? And that's exactly what you were. A stranger. You could hardly call yourself an acquaintance. That's what made this even more crazy. 

"Hawks…"

"Keigo."

"Keigo." You looked up at him. "I can't."

There was that glint again. It was quickly replaced with guilt as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours. "I promise it'll be temporary. You can move out as soon as you find a job. I just… I want to make amends for all the trouble I caused."

You sighed. "Keigo…"

"Please." He murmured. "I'm a hero. You can trust me. Let me save you."

Your resolve to reject him weakened. You suddenly couldn't think, not with his face so close to yours. And his voice was sincere. It truly sounded like he had no ulterior motive. He was truly remorseful for what he did. He believed he was at fault for your boss firing you. Maybe… you should listen. He wouldn't be the number two hero if he wasn't trustworthy. The doubt inside of you slowly dissipated. It would only be temporary.

"Okay. I'll do it."

Keigo let out a breath of relief. He pulled you into another hug. "There's a good girl. Just take some time to relax and then we can find you a job, okay? Don't worry about anything else."

"Thank you, Keigo. Truly."

"Don't sweat it, birdie." He nuzzled his face against your neck. You could feel him smiling. "I would do anything to protect you."

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It had been several months since you moved into Keigo's bachelor pad. The job search was… not going well. Keigo offered to call in as a reference after you sent in your application, but no one ever called back. You had a feeling it was your old boss's doing. After being humiliated by the pro hero, he probably went and spread rumors about you. You were probably blacklisted from the whole entire industry.

Luckily for you, Keigo was a kind roommate. Before his hero shift, he'd always help you make breakfast. Throughout the day, he'd text you and check in on your job search progress. He always seemed to know what you were doing and when. Maybe he had just grown to know you that well. When he came home, you usually had dinner waiting for him out of guilt for freeloading. It had become routine at this point. 

"I'm home!" Keigo called out your name. "Did you have a good day?"

You poked your head out of the kitchen. "Hey, Keigo. How was work?"

He took off his shoes and tossed his keys on the table by the door. His wings stretched out as he groaned. "Sam as usual. A bit quiet today, not a lot of villains."

You hummed before going back into the kitchen. You were finishing up dinner. The smell of grilled chicken wafted through the house. Keigo walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorway. He crossed his arms. You could feel his eyes following your every movement. You tried to act nonchalant as you took some chicken skewers off the stove.

"So… what did you do today?"

You shrugged. "Job searching. As always."

"Really? And you didn't go out or anything?"

You stiffened. "N-no, I didn't. I'm trying to save money, remember?"

He pushed himself off the doorway and walked closer to you. "You're making my favorite. Are you trying to butter me up?"

"No, I'm trying to show my appreciation for letting me stay here." You turned off the stove and turned around. "Is that so wrong?"

Keigo studied you. You tried to keep your expression light. You were hiding something, but you didn't want to tell him just yet. You wanted to do it properly. You grabbed a plate filled with chicken skewers and held it out. His eyes moved down to the food before back up to you. He gave you a lopsided smirk.

"Birdie, you can't lie to me."

"Keigo!" You huffed and shook the plate slightly. "Can't you just play along?"

He chuckled. "Fine. But you'll tell me everything after dinner. Alright?"

You smiled at him. "That was the plan."

"Go. Sit. I'll make us some drinks."

You obediently went to the living room. Dinner went as usual, watching a show together and talking about the day that had just ended. Keigo used it as a distraction to keep you from getting too depressed about your situation. But this time, you were excited. You happily ate your food and downed your drink, all while talking animatedly about your day, making sure to avoid going into too much detail.

By the time dinner had finished, your cheeks were flushed and you felt almost light headed. Keigo swore that your drink was light on the booze, knowing you can't handle your alcohol well. It must've been from whatever you were hiding from him. Keigo scooted closer to you, his wing wrapping around your back.

He let out an amused sigh. "Alright. Stop hiding and spill."

"Okay, okay! So…" You paused for dramatic effect. "I went out today."

"And lied to me about it."

"It was a simple fib. Anyway, I met with one of my college friends. He said he's opening up a newspaper company and wants me to join!"

Keigo's eyes widened slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Really? A new company?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! And he wants me to be one of the main journalists! He said he always enjoyed my work and thinks I would be a great fit. It's also just outside Tokyo, so-"

"Wait, wait, wait." He held up his hand. "Tokyo? That's so far away."

"Well, yeah, but I'll be moving there. He said there's some really great cheap listings in his apartment complex."

"What's the pay like?"

"We haven't exactly-"

"And he's reputable? Not a paparazzi wanting to make a quick buck?"

You frowned, the excitement slowly draining from you. "No, he's not a paparazzi. He's a good guy with similar views as mine. Aren't you happy for me?"

"I don't know, birdie." Keigo leaned back against the couch. "It just seems suspicious. Does he have any investors? How do you know that it isn't a scam? Can you even afford to move right now?"

"Okay, you're being a bit of a dick. I tried to surprise you with good news and your first reaction is skepticism?"

"Of course it is! I don't want you to get hurt. I'm trying to look out for you."

"And I appreciate that. But now I'm ready to be on my own. This was the plan all along."

Your head was starting to pound. You didn't get into spats with Keigo often. He was normally very supportive of your efforts to try and find a job and get back on your feet. But suddenly, it seemed like he thought you were being too reckless. Which you weren't. You knew your friend was a smart guy. There was no way the newspaper would fail. Sure, it would have a slow start. But this was good. Why didn't Keigo see that?

"I understand you're concerned, Keigo. And I appreciate your concern."

"So you won't take the job?"

"No, I'll still take it."

He scoffed, saying your name in annoyance. "You can't. You're making a decision too rashly. How can you accept the job without even having an apartment in the area first?"

"I told you, he said there's units available in his apartment complex!"

"You're not gonna do this."

"Excuse me?" You glared at him. "You don't tell me what to do."

"You live in my house, birdie. You listen to my rules."

"You're the one who said I can stay here until I find something else! I have, so I'm going to leave!"

"You're being stupid."

"Fuck you."

You had enough. You had given Keigo the benefit of the doubt and thought this would go smoothly. He had promised to help you. This wasn't helping. This was just ridiculous. And you didn't have to deal with it. You stood up, ready to storm off. Dizziness washed over you and you wobbled on your feet. You felt weak. Keigo stood up, stepping in front of you. His gaze was dark as he reached out and grasped your wrist tightly.

"That wasn't very nice." He hissed.

"L-Let… Let go."

Keigo tugged you forward. "I won't. I told you I'd protect you, didn't I? And I've been doing that the whole time. I made sure every job rejected you because I knew it wasn't safe."

His words rang in your head. Your eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"You're only safe here. You have food, a safe place to sleep… me. Without me, you would've been out on the street with nowhere to go. Don't let this job ruin everything."

"Let me go." You weakly tried to pull away from him. "You're s-scaring me."

"Can't you see it? I'm protecting you. I had to make you rely on me. Do you think I didn't know your boss would fire you if you showed up? Of course I did! But it was necessary so you'd realize that I'm the only one who cares about you."

You felt like throwing up. Everything that happened… was because of him. He wasn't calling into those jobs and giving you praise. He was sabotaging you. Every rejection was his fault. You getting fired was his fault. You were so blind to it because you were so desperate to be helped. Keigo smiled, reaching out and caressing your face. Tears welled in your eyes.

"Don't cry."

"What did you do?" Your voice was trembling with fear and anger. "How could you ruin my life like this?"

He clicked his tongue. "Ah, come on. Don't be so cold. Admit that you haven't felt this relaxed in a while. You love it here."

You needed to get out before it was too late. You mustered up as much strength as you could and shoved him away. Keigo stumbled backward and you quickly ran towards the front door. Your heart was pounding and you felt like you were going to faint. The fear inside of you was starting to make you numb. Adrenaline flowed through your veins. Almost there. Almost. Just a couple more steps. Then you would be-

"Should've put more in your drink."

Of course he drugged you. That explained why you felt so sick. There was no way you'd be able to escape someone with a quirk like Keigo's anyway. You were doomed from the start. His feathers shoved you down to the ground. You flipped on your back, trying to tear them off. Keigo sauntered over before straddling you and pinning your arms above your head with one hand. The other gently trailed down your cheek to your neck.

"Why?" You whimpered. "Why me?"

"You looked so helpless." Keigo murmured. "Staring up at me with those big, desperate eyes. I couldn't just leave you. I'm a hero, birdie."

"This isn't what a hero does!"

His hand slowly moved down your body to your hip. "No… no, it's not. But it's what a man in love does."

You almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity. You continued to struggle against him. His eyes were filled with an obsessive glint. He leaned down, pressing his lips against your neck. You were too weak to push him off. Whatever he had drugged you with was taking full effect. His lips trailed up your neck, to your cheek, before finally capturing your lips in a kiss. He pressed his body against yours and a shiver ran down your spine.

After a moment, he pulled away. "I won't let you leave. You'll stay here where I can protect you. Where I can love you."

"You-"

"If you try to escape, I'll just bring you right back. I'll tie you down, keep you shackled. Anything so you'll stay. Stop fighting it. Let me keep you safe. Let me be your hero."

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Your whole body ached. A bright, blinding light made you groan and squeeze your eyes shut even tighter than they already were. You turned on your side and curled up. You didn't know how long you've been asleep. It must have been around noon by now. You felt someone warm next to you. A hand gently ran through your hair.

"Wake up, birdie."

Your eyes reluctantly cracked open. Keigo was lying next to you. Last night's memories threatened to make you have a breakdown. Keigo didn't let you go. He kept you in his bed, kept a hold on you so you wouldn't escape. Not like you could. Keigo pulled you closer and buried his face into your neck.

He inhaled deeply, sighing in satisfaction. "I can smell my cologne on you."

"Don't you have work today?" You mumbled, not reciprocating his touch. 

"Yeah. I'll leave soon." He kissed your skin. "I'll keep an eye on you all day. To make sure you're behaving."

You knew what he really meant. It was so you wouldn't run away. Even if you did, what would you do? Tell the world that the number two pro hero Hawks was actually a crazy stalker? No one would believe you. He would cover it up by saying you were a scorned reporter that blamed your unemployment on him. You were trapped.

"Okay." You sat up and rubbed your eyes.

He sat up as well. "Be a good girl while I'm gone?"

All the fight had left your body. You nodded numbly. "Sure."

He kissed your cheek. "Good. I love you."

You didn't say anything. He frowned and gripped your chin, turning it so you were looking at him. "C'mon, birdie. Don't shut down."

"Sorry."

"Let's try this again, hmm?" He kissed you gently. "I love you."

"I love you too."

That satisfied him enough. He got out of bed and started to get ready. You just sat listlessly on the bed. Everything you had dreamed of was destroyed. You wouldn't be some amazing journalist, releasing groundbreaking stories on heroes and hero society. You'd be shackled by the very person all of Japan trusted. You were resigned to your fate that was now in the hands of Keigo. And there was nothing you could do to change that. You were only given one choice.

Accept the love of Keigo Takami.

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The Dragon & The Griffon

Where The Path Leads-A Taste

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a/n: I didn't think I would be coming back with a story and to be completely honest, I fully believed my creative drive had been zapped. However, @mysticalpandora gave me a challenge and it somehow led me here???? I'm gonna roll with it. My list of unfinished drafts is growing, but I am determined to finish at least 1 WIP.

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Her purple eyes glitter with quiet contemplation. She is calm, composed, absolutely beautiful, he thinks to himself. His calculative and appraising eyes take stock of this daring girl no woman that stands before him, and deep within him is a hunger for a hunt.

The Na-Baron had yet to come across someone who could stand so still within his presence.

This excites him. This may be a season of true satiation. A thrill of a hunt that lasted far beyond his arena kills. Far beyond the meager missions, his uncle sends him on to create distance from his people’s adoration and praise. A reminder that he is yet to be The Baron.

His uncle was not immune to his potential. He held a guarded edge around him when he was near. If it was true fear, or anticipation for his succession was unclear. One could say both.

“If you should use my gifts to aid in your fight, I will have my answer.” She stares directly into his eyes. Her jaw is relaxed and she pulls her lips into a teasing smile, “Worry not, Na-Baron, I can take no for an answer.”

He bares his black teeth in a mock smile, his answer comes in a raspy deep lull, “The answer has already been decided for us, little dragon”

He looks at the two deep ebony daggers that sit neatly in the box she had placed on the high table in the corner of the room, its sharpened blades glowing in the dim light of his changing rooms near the arena. The excited screams of his people chanting his name break the silence.

The tip of the dagger's, curve near its end. All along the blade is an engraving of silhouettes, tiny dragons flapping their wings. He realizes the engravings are shining silver.

He knows no one in the boxed seatings would be able to tell what the engravings were but he almost purrs outwardly in delight. A silent claim from his little dragon. He wonders if she realizes just what game she’s playing.

“Yes, however..” She pauses, her eyes drop to her clasped hands, her fingertips tapping against each other, a sign of nervousness, he notes. As if hearing his observation she stops and rearranges her hands so they are clasped behind her. “While this arrangement was decided before we were born, I want it to be known that I am not unwilling to be your wife or have you as my husband”

She pauses once more. He can practically hear her thinking with the way her eyes furrow and her lips pursed in consideration of the words she says. Because words have meaning and none of it should be spent on idle chit-chat or false pretenses.

A rare oddity that most others fail to recognize. He wonders if her words are hiding who she is. If beneath her elegant and calm demeanor lies something weaker. Something inside him wants to see her unravel.

“If we are to go into this arrangement, I would like for us to go into it as equal partners. Your fight becomes my fight, and mine becomes yours.” She moves to the side to dip her fingers into the bowl of black oil. The servant who holds it cowers away, as if afraid to be associated with her candor.

She’s gathered too much, it drips onto the floor as she nears him slowly. Her eyes are entranced with his, determination clear within her purple irises. One step. There is no hesitation as she smears her hand over her mouth and down her neck. Two steps. The oil leaves a trace of four fingerprints along the path. Three steps. She reaches out to his chest. Her fingers hovered over his skin. He can feel the heat radiating from a single hand. His blue eyes hunger for more but he remains still. His mocking smile turns into amusement. My little dragon is brave, he thinks with pride.

She pouts as a thought crosses her mind, “No one would see it.” She doesn’t realize she has said this aloud. He watches with rapid anticipation, his body grows taut as he wills himself not to move. He waits and waits and watches as she comes to a decision, her cheeks red and eyes mischievous. She gathers courage and motivation with quick movements, and her hands are suddenly on him. Trailing the top of his chest, then to his neck, finally, they nestle comfortably on either side of his face. She tugs gently, urging him to bend to her level and he allows it, purely for the entertainment.

His face is level with hers, his eyes are on her face, studying the curve of her nose, the red in her cheeks, the plumpness of her lips, and the giddy look in her violet eyes. He wants her to make eye contact. He wants her to see the monster inside him and fear for her life. He wants to see her calm demeanor slip. For her teasing tone to melt into cries of terror. It's all he knows. And he admires hates how she has yet to cower before him. But she is too busy studying the right of his cheek where her lips will claim him for all to see. She leans and presses a kiss to his aching skin.

He tightens his mouth and remains still, it would do no good to ravage her before their nuptials.

She pulls away and continues her statement, “Even if it has been decided, the fact remains that I choose you to be faithful to, to be by my side. For better or for worse, in sickness and in health. In life and in death, my soul will always seek you amongst the billions of stars and galaxies that separate us.”

He wants to snarl and bite. A part of him cannot comprehend what she is saying and he is angry. He glares, his large hands coming up to wrap around her wrists and he pulls them away from him. His skin is left wanting and his heart is enraged. It’s beating so fast and erratically and his thoughts cannot settle between slitting her throat and slamming her into a wall to be consumed by him.

“What silly nonsense you speak, little dragon. Whether I pick up the blades or not and use them in the arena, is no answer. Whether by choice or by force, you have been sold to my family for me to use as I please. You are my pet. My little dragon. Nothing more, nothing less.” As he speaks his voice gravels with rage. He knows nothing else other than the white hot boiling blood beneath his skin. Whether in pleasure or pain, there is no difference. “You are naive”

He finishes his growl with a sneer. She stumbles and her maids rush to catch her from behind. I pushed him too far, she concludes. She holds in a sigh and holds her head higher. Her chin juts out and her eyes gleam. A thought crosses her mind and a fire burns within, “If I’m so naive, then my dearest husband-to-be, it is YOUR duty to protect me.”

She cares not for his comment about being sold to House Harkonnen. In the grand plan of all things, it is the least of her worries.

He’s turned away from her and the servants, who hid quietly in the corner, rush to put his armor on. He merely grunts and clicks his tongue, “Be gone little dragon, before you find a knife in your throat”

She wants to scoff but thinks better of it. She’s gotten away with too much in the short time she burst into his changing room to accost him with her offer. She steels herself and with a quick glance at his muscled back. She wonders if she’d ever be able to get through that thick bald skull of his.

She turns and leaves, and her two maids follow dutifully. Her lips glitter with the black oil. Her four fingerprints running down to her chest is a statement in itself. The matching handprint and kiss on his skin are enough to get her message to all with eyes.

She’s sunk her claws into him and no one would tear her from him. She’s seen too much. Knows too much. Suffered too much to give up now.

No Bene gesserite, no Emperor, no Baron, and no Atreides would rip them apart. She would die faithfully, clinging onto hope, clinging onto a path with the most resistance to prove a point.

A dragon does not kneel…

it conquers.

Edited: 8/18/24

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Crimson Ties ~ 9

CRIMSON TIES MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,780ish

Summary: You meet your new bodyguard. Howard comes over for a visit.

Warning(s): panic attack, fighting

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“Where is she?” Natasha asked as she burst into the house with her sister right behind her. “Is she alright?”

Steve was there to greet them. “She’s fine. She’s in her studio,” he told them. “It’s nice to see you Yelena.”

“You too, Rogers,” Yelena replied.

“I can take you to Y/N.”

“We can handle ourselves,” Natasha said. “You boys have done enough for one day.”

“Hey! I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s just as bad.” Natasha led Yelena over to your studio and knocked.

“Come in,” they heard you timidly say from the other side.

The two women quickly entered the room and shut the door behind them. You were on the other side, pulling finished, painted pieces from the kiln. You turned slightly to see Natasha and an unfamiliar woman slowly come closer.

“Hey, Y/N,” Natasha greeted. “I brought someone I would like you to meet. This is my sister, Yelena. She’s going to be your new bodyguard.”

“Hi, Y/N,” Yelena stepped closer. “It’s really nice to meet you.”

You stopped what you were doing and gave them your full attention. They could tell how nervous and tense you were. You barely looked up at them, opting for mostly looking down at your feet. It almost frustrated Natasha that she felt like she had been making progress with you and for it to only be pulled away. She knew you weren’t to blame. The men in your lives were the ones who couldn’t get their heads out of their asses.

“Nice to meet you,” you mumbled.

Natasha finally closed the gap between you and her, pulling you in for a hug. You stood ridged for a moment before hugging her back.  

“Thanks, Nat,” you whispered.

“Anything you need,” she responded, pulling away. “Anything.”

You nodded. “Can you bring some pieces to a few people at the Stark house?”

“Of course. What have you made?”

You pulled out a box from under the counter and set it next to the finished pieces. “I have this vase for Maria.” The vase was rectangular, painted in a cream color with light blue flowers around it. “This ashtray is for Howard.” It was a circular, grey ashtray with the Stark emblem painted in the center.  “Then I have mugs for you and Peggy.”

“These are all amazing, Y/N.”

“You’ve got some serious talent,” added Yelena.

“It’s just a hobby,” you muttered.

Yelena scoffed. “Bullshit. This is art museum, sell for thousands of dollars worthy.”

“As you can see, my sister keeps little to herself,” Natasha commented. “I’m sure that you’ll enjoy her commentary.” Natasha carefully arranged the pieces of ceramics into the box. “I will get these delivered. Unless you want to come with.”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to leave right now.”

“Okay. I’ll take these back. But Yelena’s going to stay. Call if she’s too much or if you need anything else.”

“Thanks again, Nat.”

Natasha gave you one last smile before heading out with your gifts. Yelena began to walk around the room, studying it and looking at your projects.

“What are you working on next?” Yelena wondered, seeing some projects drying while others are waiting to be painted.

“Uh, I think I’m going to paint a few more pieces,” you answered.

“Oh! That’s fun!”

Yelena watched as you grabbed a cake stand and some paints and sat down. She kept herself alert to the surroundings while also focused on you. 

“Oh my gosh, I have the best idea!” Yelena suddenly announced. “What if you hosted a girls night? And we all painted pieces or you taught us how to make something!”

“I don’t know…” you mumbled. “I’m really not that good.”

“Well, again, bullshit. And it’s more about having fun all together.”

“I still don’t know.”

Yelena sat down a across from you. “Look, I know that I met you like five minutes ago. But trust me when I say that Maria, Natasha, Peggy, and now me would love to spend more time with you. Especially in your element. What you do in here is amazing. Don’t be afraid to show off.”

You took a silent moment to think about it. It would be nice to hang out with all of them where you were more comfortable. And it could be fun to teach them a thing or two.

“Okay,” you agreed. “We can do it.”

“Yes!” Yelena exclaimed. “I can plan everything, so don’t worry too much about it.”

~~~

Yelena and you got to know each other more as you had dinner. Afterwards, Yelena got pulled into a meeting in Tony’s office so you went outside. It was dark outside, but you could see the stars. You sat down on one of the chairs and focused on the night sky.

Meanwhile, Pepper arrived for her night with Tony. She waited in his room for a while before getting antsy and decided to go exploring. She knew that she wasn’t allowed to go on your side of the house, but if Tony was in a meeting, what harm was it going to do? She had already seen your studio once anyway. Pepper headed into the main living room with now shame and almost immediately caught sight of you outside. She smirked to herself. She had yet to actually meet you and now seemed like the perfect time. Pepper headed outside and sauntered up to you.

Your breath hitched at the sound of someone coming closer. Your head turned to see a tall, skinny redhead standing beside you. You sat up straighter, immediately on alert. 

“Hello, I’m Pepper,” she greeted with a forced smile.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“I’m sure you know who I am. Gosh, you probably hear me and Tony every night.” You remained silent, not knowing what to say. You figured that Tony had someone warming his bed. But you didn’t expect to meet her like this. “I’m so sorry about that. I’ll make sure to try to keep it down. He is your husband after all.”

“If you make him happy, then he should be with you.”

That caught Pepper off guard. You weren’t fighting for Tony. You didn’t even seem to really care. “Right. Well, how kind of you.”

“Pepper,” Tony’s voice called from the doorway. You both snapped your heads in his direction. Yelena, Steve, and Clint were standing behind him. “Go back to the room.”

“Sorry, I just wanted to meet your lovely wife.”

“Now.” Pepper huffed as she spun on her heel and headed back inside. Tony’s eyes fell back on you. “She shouldn’t have been out here.”

“It’s alright,” you told him. 

“I’ll make sure to remind her of the rules tonight. Yelena is going to get settled into her room now. She’ll be taking one of the rooms closest to yours while Clint is on watch for the night.”

“I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You are not being a burden. This is their jobs and they are more than happy to do it.”

You nodded, still feeling like this was a lot. You stood from your chair. “Can I head to bed?”

The four watching you each hated that you felt like you had to ask to do anything. “Of course,” Tony responded. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight,” then you slipped in to head to your room.

None of them said anything until they heard your door shut. Steve then immediately shoved Tony.

“Pepper was suppose to remain on your side of the house,” he reprimanded. “Unseen, away from Y/N.”

“I will talk to her tonight,” Tony retorted. “I’ll make sure it never happens again.”

“Maybe she never comes here again.”

“Watch yourself, Rogers. I am still your boss.”

“Howard is my boss and I am sure he’d side with me on this.”

Tony scoffed. “My father should not be judging me as I am just following in his footsteps.”

“Perhaps you should be trying to do better.”

~~~

Tony found himself going to his room an hour later. Pepper had stripped down to her lingerie and was waiting on the bed.

“Finally,” she commented when he entered. “Did you’re wife need you or something?”

“I had work to do,” he responded, heading to the bathroom without glancing Pepper’s way.

“You know,” she slipped off the bed and followed him, “your wife doesn’t care about the two of us together. Can you believe that?” It didn’t surprise Tony one bit that you didn’t seem to care about him and Pepper being together. “I think she’s lying though. She has to be jealous.”

“Why does it matter to you?”

“Well, don’t you want her to be jealous?”

“I barely even know her, Pep. So, why would I want that?” He sighed. “Can we just drop this? I had a long day and I’m tired.”

“Of course.” She wrapped her arms around him from behind and began kissing his neck. “Let’s head to bed and have some fun.”

“No. No, Pep. I really meant it. We’re sleeping or you can leave.”

She rolled her eyes. “Come on, Tony. I even got all dolled up for you.”

“I’m serious. Nothing is happening tonight. You can sleep here with me, like actual sleep. Or you are free to leave.”

Pepper pulled away from Tony with a huff. “You are ridiculous. I’m leaving. Call me when you actually want to do something.”

~~~

The next morning you got texts from Maria and Peggy, thanking you for their gifts. After breakfast, you ended up sitting at the piano and playing. Yelena kept herself close, but not too close as to overwhelm you. As you got lost in the music, Howard and Bucky showed up. They entered the house without a knock and stuck close to the door as they noticed you playing the piano. Once you were finished with the song, Howard immediately began clapping. You were completely caught off guard. You scrambled off the bench, standing in front of the piano with your hands clasped together and your head slightly down. 

“I’m sorry to disturb you,” Howard apologized, coming further into the house. “That was beautiful, Y/N. You have some serious talent.”

“It’s nothing,” you mumbled.

“It’s not nothing. Like that ashtray that I found on my desk this morning. It was very well done. I came over to personally thank you for it and to see more of your studio, if you would let me.”

“I—I can give you a tour.”

You lead him to your studio, entering it first. Howard turned to Bucky and Yelena who were following the two of you.

“We are okay,” he told them. “I would like to talk to my daughter-in-law alone.”

Yelena looked at you to check to see if you were okay with that. You gave you a slight nod and she backed down. Howard shut the door behind him before he started to slowly round the room, studying it.

“Your work is very good, Y/N,” he complimented. “It must have taken you so many years to excel at your craft like this.”

As Howard rounded the room, he asked questions about a few pieces and you gave simple, quiet answers. Though you were still on edge, you did begin to feel more comfortable with Howard.

~~~

Steve exited Tony’s office to see Bucky and Yelena standing outside of your closed studio doors.

“Bucky?” Steve questioned. “Is Howard here?”

“Y/N gifted him an ashtray and he wanted to come personally thank her,” Bucky explained.

“Interesting. I’ll let Tony know he’s here.” He turned back around and went into the office. “Hey. Howard’s here talking to Y/N in her studio.”

“Really? Why?”

“She made him an ashtray. He wanted to thank her.”

“Just to thank her?”

“That’s what Bucky said.”

“Well, I have access to the security cameras. Let’s see what they’re saying.”

~~~

“How are you enjoying Yelena so far?” Howard asked.

“She’s great,” you replied.

“Good. And Tony’s treating you okay?”

“Yes.”

“I know that he is not the best of husbands. But I have faith that he will get there someday. I honestly hope that you two will have children in the next few years. Grandchildren and heirs.” Your stomach knotted up at his words as your heart began to pound in your chest. “I know that Tony has his, well, Pepper. She is a distraction, I understand, and I will do what I can to prevent her from continuing to come here so that Tony can focus on you.”

“I— I’m fine.”

“Yes, I’m sure. But I expect a lot from my son as a husband and he is barely doing anything for you. The two of you have heirs is of the upmost importance to the family name and business. He needs to—“

The door suddenly burst open, revealing a raging Tony coming through. You stumble back, scared. The impact of the door caused a large vase waiting to be painted to fall to the ground and shatter.

“You don’t have any right to talk to my wife about me or decisions that we may make together!” He yelled. 

“I do have all the right,” Howard retorted. “She is your wife because of me. The two of you are to create heirs to our family business. To pass down the family name.”

Yelena looked over to see you hugging yourself and trembling. She pushed Tony aside and quickly got to you, ignoring the yelling match the two men were having.

“Come on,” she whispered. “Let’s get you out of here.”

The two continued yelling, not bothering to notice that Yelena was practically carrying you out of the room. She led you to your bedroom and got you situated in bed. Tears were trailing down your face as you curled up in bed as you could hear the muffled shouts of the two men.

“Get out!” Tony shouted at Howard. “Leave me and Y/N alone!”

“I will not,” Howard said. “You two need to start acting like husband and wife. We have a dinner with our partners in three days and I expect you and Y/N to be there acting like the newlyweds you should be. You don’t want to know the consequences that will follow if you are not there.”

“Leave. Now.”

“Fine. But you have three days to get your act together and start treating your wife like she’s actually your wife.”

Howard took his leave with Bucky following. Steve stepped into the room and immediately noticed the broken piece of pottery.

“Shit,” he muttered. He knelt down and starting gathering the pieces to see if he could fix it. 

Tony stood there, panting, trying to calm his mind down. “He crossed a line,” he murmured. 

“So did you.”

Tony spun around. “Excuse me.”

“This is Y/N’s safe place. Well, it was. You should have pulled Howard into your office instead of barging in here shouting.”

“She’s fine. Right—“ He looked around only to finally realize that you were no longer in the room. “Where is she?”

Steve stood up and placed some of the pieces on the counter. “Yelena took Y/N to her room.”

“I didn’t… I just…”

“Tony, I know that you are conflicted with this whole situation. But you have got to be careful around Y/N. There is more there than any of us truly understand. And if you and her are expected and that dinner in three days, you know that her father and Brock will most likely be there. They are not on her side. She will need to be carefully watched after to make sure they don’t over step. That is your job, as her husband. You need to be able to do that.”

Tony looked at the broken pieces of the pottery and sighed. He knew it hadn’t handle that well, he rarely ever did when it came to his father. “Can you put those pieces in my garage? I’m going to get some work done.”

~~~

Brock found Obadiah sitting in his office, drinking a glass of whiskey while staring at a photo of you.

“They upped security,” Brock complained, pouring himself a drink. “I couldn’t get in the house tonight.”

“I need you to figure out a way,” Obadiah replied. “You have to keep her in your grasp. It’s the only way everything will work in our favor.”

“I’ll go back and scout it out tonight. See if I can spot a hole in their plan.”

“Try to find it before the dinner we will be attending in three days. You need to remind her that she is my daughter first. Not a Stark. That she belongs to us.”

“You got it, boss.”

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[rafedarling]

can you do the puppy interview with drew starkey x actress reader plss

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pairing: drew starkey x actress!reader ft rustyn starkey

summary: you and drew, and your son rustyn participate in a puppy interview, creating heartwarming chaos on set.

warning(s): english is not my native language. none, fluff and family fun.

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“Hello, this is Y/N.”

You start with a smile at the camera.

“I’m Drew Starkey,”

Drew adds, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as a playful corgi tugs at his shoelace.

“And I’m Rustyn Starkey!”

Rustyn proudly chimes in, his little voice filling the room.

The way he says it, with a mixture of excitement and confidence, makes the crew chuckle.

“And we’re here for…”

“A puppy interview!” you and Drew announce together while Rustyn claps his hands, his energy infectious.

Rustyn immediately gets distracted by a wiggly golden retriever puppy climbing into his lap.

“Hi, puppy!” he says, giggling as the pup licks his cheek.

Drew picks up the first card, holding it in front of him dramatically.

“Alright, first question… Who is the biggest dog lover? Drew or Y/N?”

He pauses for a second before answering with a grin.

“I’ll say both because we all love puppies!”

You nod, laughing as a dachshund pup curls up by your side.

“Okay, fair answer. But Rustyn might be the biggest dog lover here.”

Rustyn looks up from petting his puppy.

“I love them sooooo much!” he declares, making everyone on set melt.

The next card is passed to you, and you read aloud,

“What would you name this puppy if you could take it home?”

You hold up a fluffy Bernese mountain dog sitting near Rustyn.

“This one feels like a Charlie to me, big and sweet.”

Rustyn thinks for a moment before pointing to the golden retriever still snuggled in his lap.

“I’d name mine Buddy, ‘cause he’s my buddy now!”

Drew laughs, ruffling Rustyn’s hair.

“Buddy’s a solid name. I’d name this little guy Rufus,” he says, gesturing to a dachshund sniffing around his lap.

“He looks like he’s up to something.”

“Dada, can we take them all home?” Rustyn asks, his big eyes looking up at Drew.

You and Drew exchange a knowing glance, both trying not to laugh.

“We’ll see, buddy,” Drew says, grinning.

“But let’s finish the interview first, okay?”

The next question is read by Drew.

“Who’s more likely to sneak the puppy treats?”

“Dada,” Rustyn answers immediately, giggling.

Drew raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Okay, okay, guilty. But you’d sneak them, too, wouldn’t you, Rusty?”

Rustyn looks thoughtful for a moment before nodding.

“Yeah, but only if the puppies are really good.”

“That’s my boy,” Drew says, laughing as a corgi puppy climbs onto his lap.

The crew brings out more puppies, creating a delightful chaos as they run around the set. One pup grabs a squeaky toy, making Rustyn laugh so hard he falls back onto the couch.

“Alright, next question!” you say, trying to regain focus.

“Who’s more likely to cry if the puppy gets hurt or sick?”

You, Drew, and Rustyn all point at each other simultaneously, which sends everyone into fits of laughter.

“No way, it’s Dada,” Rustyn insists, his tiny finger pointing directly at Drew.

“You cried when we saw the movie about the dog!”

Drew laughs, trying to defend himself.

“It was an emotional movie! And don’t act like you didn’t cry too, bud.”

Rustyn shrugs, giggling. “Maybe a little.”

You laugh, shaking your head.

“Let’s just agree that we’d all be emotional wrecks if anything happened to these little guys.”

The final question comes up, and you hand the card to Drew. He reads it aloud.

“What’s one quality in each other that would make you amazing dog parents?”

Drew pauses, his expression softening as he looks at you.

“You’re so patient and loving. You make everything, whether it’s taking care of Rustyn, the dogs, or me, feel effortless. And I know you’d raise the most well-behaved dogs in the world… somehow.”

You feel your heart swell but quickly focus on him.

“And you’re the most hands-on dad and partner I’ve ever seen. You’d be out there training the dogs, playing with them, and making sure they’re spoiled with love. They’d be the happiest pups ever.”

Rustyn looks between the two of you.

“And I’d give them hugs and kisses every day!”

“We know you would,” you say, pulling him close for a quick kiss on the head.

As the interview wraps up, Rustyn is lying on the floor with three puppies cuddling around him, his giggles filling the set. You and Drew watch, smiling at each other.

“Mommy, Dada can we take Buddy home, please?” Rustyn pleads, his eyes shining with hope.

Drew looks at you, raising an eyebrow.

“What do you think, Mama?”

You laugh, knowing the answer was already decided the moment Rustyn named the puppy.

“Alright, Buddy can come home with us.”

Rustyn cheers, throwing his arms around the golden retriever.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Drew leans over to kiss your cheek, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

“You’re the best.”

As the scene fades, Rustyn’s voice rings out

“This is the best day ever!”

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