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The Study of Us - CHAPTER 7

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

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warning: language

hey gangggggg so sorry this took a bit of time to do but as ive said ive been busy with life js lifeing and don't have time to write but have gotten time over the last few days to finally write and i actually missed it smmmm😭 but abt this chapter, its nth fun js boring stuff and i feel like ive just left it a bit incomplete at the end bc im getting tired now and just wanted to post smtg before i sleep but um hopefully next chapter i can plan smth to make it less boring 🤞🏽 feel free to leave suggestions for future chapters !!! hopefully its alr but ty guys for being patient 🫶🏽 hope u guys enjoy.

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Paige’s phone buzzed near her head, dragging her up from her sleep. She squinted at the screen with 1 eye open, groaning softly as she rolled onto her back and brought it closer. It was 8:13 am and there was a string of notis from Azzi that lit up the screen.

Azzi: mornin :)

Azzi: u up ?

Azzi: feel like grabbing coffee at the cafe before class ?

The corner of Paige’s mouth tugged up before she even finished reading the last message. She stared at the screen for a second, the sleep still heavy in her, but already she was sitting up.

She ran a hand over her face, still smiling, and messaged back.

Paige: yo bet js gimme 10, i will meet u there

She tossed the blankets off and pulled herself out of bed.

She threw on a white UConn basketball shirt along with one of her favorite grey Nike trackies, then paused by the mirror. Her hair went up into a ponytail. She ran a brush through it quickly, then again, just to be sure. She stared at her reflection for a second, smoothing the front of her shirt and tugging at the hem like it would help somehow. It wasn’t like this was a date or anything. Still, her cheeks felt warm.

She sighed, rolled her eyes at herself, and mumbled, “Get it together p” before finally turning to her duffel bag. She unzipped it just to double-check that her prac gear and shoes were packed neatly inside, tucked between her crocs and a rolled-up hoodie in case it got cold later throughout the day. Satisfied, she slung the bag over her shoulder and headed out the door.

By the time she stepped outside her phone buzzed.

Azzi: i js got here btw

Paige: bet bet im walking now. 5 min max

Azzi was waiting near the cafe entrance, leaned up against the wall just beside the door, her phone in one hand. After a few mins she looked up as Paige approached, and the small grin that spread across her face made Paige feel like she’d just won something.

She looked good. So so good. Her baby pink sweatshirt was soft and slightly oversized, sleeves pulled over her hands. Her jeans were loose, cuffed a little above her ankles. Her hair was pulled up in a high bun, wisps of curls falling around her face like they were supposed to be there.

“Hey.” Azzi said, smile easy, eyes soft.

“Hey.” Paige replied, not slowing until she was close enough to pull Azzi into a hug.

It was natural now. Azzi’s arms went around her like she’d been waiting for it. Paige’s went around her waist, chin brushing her shoulder for a moment. Neither of them said anything while they hugged.

When they pulled back, Azzi looked like she hadn’t stopped smiling. “I almost thought you’d still be asleep.”

“I almost was,” Paige admitted, her hand gently brushing against Azzi’s elbow as they walked inside, “but I wasn’t about to pass up coffee with you.”

They stepped into the cafe, the sounds of the machines and quiet conversation filling the air around them. Paige’s hand drifted lightly to Azzi’s back as they moved toward the line.

Near the back, half-tucked behind a tall plant and trying very hard to act casual, KK and Ice had been mid-conversation with their drinks when Ice nudged KK, eyes wide.

“Is that—”

“Bro. Yes,” KK whispered.

They both ducked lower behind their corner booth, trying to be stealthy as Ice started filming the exact moment Paige casually placed her hand on Azzi’s back. They didn’t even notice.

KK: yooooo look at p boogers, broski is WHIPPED

KK: they’re literally flirting in line BDHJIHJKDHHSA

Aubrey: huh wym ?? whos flirting in line ?

Aubrey: whats wrong w paige

Caroline: ???

Ice: video attachment  

Ice: bro got her hand on azzi’s back like its nth  👀

Caroline: OOOOOOHHHHHHH SHITTTTT BDHAHBSAHHSHA

Aubrey: 😭😭😭 TS CRAZYYYYYY

Caroline: ugh theyre literally so gay literally definition of gay

KK: bro she’s got HEART EYES, i swearrrrr manee

Aubrey: p looks SOOOO soft for her

Caroline: i bet she’s already planning their wedding 😈

Meanwhile, Paige and Azzi were still deep in their own world. After they ordered, Paige immediately handed over her card before Azzk could even blink.

“You don’t have to pay,” Azzi said, almost pouting.

“Yea, but I want to,” Paige shrugged. “I’m not gonna let you pay for coffee when I invited you.”

“Wait, what do you mean? You didn’t invite me, I invited you.”

“Exactly. So I’m being polite.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but didn’t argue more. “You’re annoying.”

“You like it,” Paige said, a smirk playing on her lips.

Azzi tried not to smile at that, but it was hopeless.

They took a spot near the windows, sliding into one of the booths. Paige sat on the right, and Azzi automatically sat beside her instead of across. She curled slightly into Paige’s side without thinking. Paige’s arm slid around her shoulders like it was routine.

Azzi looked down at her cup, cheeks faintly pink. “You’re always so warm.”

“I run hot,” Paige said, taking a sip. “It’s a skill.”

Azzi bumped her shoulder gently. “A useful one.”

Their knees brushed under the table, and neither moved. Paige’s thumb idly traced a circle over Azzi’s shoulder through the fabric of her sweatshirt while they talked about random class stuff, how tired they were and other stuff about the upcoming tets.

Azzi leaned into her more as they sat, her voice softer now, “Thanks again. For last night.”

“For murdering your texts?” Paige said. “Anytime.”

Azzi laughed into her cup, eyes crinkling at the corners. “No, I mean just everything. It was a good day yesterday. Even when the two crashers came out of nowhere. ”

Paige looked at her for a second, her chest aching a little in that annoying, fluttery way it always did around her. She didn’t say anything. Just smiled, arm tightening slightly around Azzi’s shoulder.

Azzi glanced up at her, eyes flicking to Paige’s mouth and back without meaning to.

Paige noticed. But she didn’t say a word.

From behind the plant, Ice and KK exchanged silent screams, mouthing oh my god at the same time.

Azzi leaned her head briefly into Paige’s shoulder again, soft and easy. Paige didn’t move. She just sat there, coffee in one hand, the girl she really liked tucked into her side, pretending her heart wasn’t currently punching its way through her ribs.

Eventually, their drinks were empty and their hands were just wrapped around lukewarm cups, neither of them making a move to stand.

“We should probably go,” Azzi mumbled, though she made no move to leave Paige’s side.

Paige sighed dramatically. “Yeah, I guess if we want to survive death-by-math.”

Azzi let out a soft laugh, sitting up a little but still leaning into her. “You act like numbers are out to kill you.”

“They are,” Paige groaned, flopping her head back against the couch. “Every equation is a personal attack.”

Azzi smiled, brushing her hand lightly over Paige’s arm. “Good thing I’m here to protect you, then.”

Paige cracked one eye open, grinning. “My math bodyguard ?”

“Exactly,” Azzi said, nudging her playfully. “Armed with equations and the will to drag your dramatic ass through linear algebra.”

They stood, gathering their bags. Azzi pulled on her sleeve, tugging it back over her hand as they stepped into the morning light. The walk to class wasn’t far, just across campus, but they stayed close, brushing shoulders every so often as they moved.

“I’m glad we did this,” Azzi said quietly, gaze down at the sidewalk.

Paige glanced over at her, a lazy, warm smile tugging at her lips. “Me too.”

They reached the building, pushing through the heavy door as students flooded in around them. Paige held it open for Azzi, earning a small smirk from her.

“Such a gentlewoman” Azzi teased, bumping her shoulder against Paige’s as she walked in

“Don’t get used to it,” Paige shot back, but she was still smiling.

Inside the room, the class was already half-full, the usual scattered clusters of students hunched over desks or chatting. Azzi made her way toward her usual spot that was mid-left row, beside Caroline while Paige headed for the back right corner next to Aubrey.

As soon as Paige dropped her bag beside her seat, Aubrey turned to her, raising both eyebrows.

“So,” she said slowly, “anything you wanna share ?”

Paige blinked. “Huh ?”

“You and Azzi. Cafe. This morning.”

Paige froze, halfway through pulling out her laptop. “Wait, how do you even know that ?”

Aubrey grinned, waving her phone. “kk and ice.”

Paige’s face went hot. “You’re kidding.”

“Buddy,” Aubrey said, spinning the screen toward her. “do I look like I’m kidding ?”

The video was low-angle and grainy but unmistakably them with her hand resting on Azzi’s back, Azzi leaning into her. Her stomach twisted in that mix of affection and horror. “Oh my gosh.”

“We  basically declared you guys the campus gay power couple,” Aubrey added.

Across the room, Caroline was saying almost the exact same thing.

“You and Paige, huh ?” she said, nudging Azzi as she pulled out a pen.

Azzi blinked. “What ?”

Caroline lifted her phone, holding it up with a smug look. “kk and ice were literally hiding behind a plant. They sent me and Aubrey a video. You two looked pre cozy.”

Azzi stared at her. “Wait how did they even—”

“Spying,” Caroline said, deadpan. “They’ve got eyes everywhere.”

Azzi buried her face in her hands for a second. “Geeeeez bruh.”

“Don’t worry,” Caroline said sweetly. “It was cute. P got that golden retriever energy and you got that soft princess energy.”

Azzi groaned louder.

That’s when the door creaked open again, and Jace strutted in. He dropped into the seat directly in front of Azzi without even looking back.

“So,” he started loudly, twisting slightly in his seat, “you just gonna block me ? Like that ?”

Azzi’s whole body tensed.

“I mean, damn Azzi,” Jace went on, turning fully now. “After everything like the sessions I kept you entertained while you were tutoring me. Cold, man. Cold.”

Caroline immediately leaned forward. “What in the absolute bullshit, maybe take the hint and shut up.”

He ignored her and turned back around. “And that last message ? To what ? Stop texting you, was it ? What even was that ?”

Azzi stared at the back of his head, jaw tight. “It wasnt—”

She stopped herself. She wasn’t about to explain that it wasn’t even her who sent the message. Or that she had no regrets about allowing Paige to block him.

He kept going. “I’m just saying, you don’t gotta be so rude. You were acting all sweet before like you actually wanted to help me.”

Azzi turned her head toward the window, trying to tune him out. Caroline pulled out her phone.

A second later, Paige’s phone lit up.

Caroline: p switch seats w me pls. jace the dumbass is not letting up and azzi looks like she wants to punch him. 

Without hesitation, Paige stood, grabbing her stuff. She walked down the aisle, eyes locked on Caroline, who was already halfway up. They wordlessly passed each other, Caroline giving Paige a tight nod and smirk before sliding into the back next to Aubrey.

Paige dropped into the seat beside Azzi and leaned back casually, draping an arm over the back of Azzi’s chair. Then she slid her hand up to her shoulder and tugged her closer gently.

Azzi blinked, startled for a second but she didn’t resist. She let herself lean in and shifted her chair a little closer to Paige.

Paige stared straight ahead as she spoke, flat and sharp.

“Hey Jace ?”

He turned, expression smug.

Paige gave him a blank look. “Shut the fuck up.”

His smirk faded. “Bruh what ?”

“You heard me,” Paige said, her arm still around Azzi. “You’re so fucken loud, annoying, and nobody wants to hear your whiny ass complain about not getting free tutoring after being a creep.”

Jace scoffed. “Creep ? I—”

“Yea buddy,” Paige snapped, leaning forward a little. “I read your messages. All of them. I was the one who was messaging you and blocked you. Lucky I didn’t send worse.”

Jace looked like he might argue but one glance at Paige’s sharp expression and he backed off with a mutter, turning in his seat.

Silence settled around them. Caroline and Aubrey shared a look from the back.

Paige leaned back, hand still lightly resting on Azzi’s shoulder.

Azzi’s lips parted like she wanted to say something, but then she just closed them again and leaned into Paige’s side more.

“Thank you,” she said softly instead.

Paige’s thumb brushed her shoulder gently. “Anytime.”

They stayed like that, quietly tucked into each other, as Caroline turned around slightly and mouthed holy shit at Aubrey while she was filming from her seat, whispering into her phone camera.

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The class continued on as if nothing had happened, but the air between Paige and Azzi felt different now. Paige’s arm stayed draped over Azzi’s shoulder, casual but firm, as she scribbled notes the professor was going through with her other hand. Every now and then, she would give Azzi a little squeeze or rub her thumb against her shoulder, and Azzi would shift slightly, the smallest of shivers running through her. Paige noticed, and though she kept her attention on the professor, her grin was quiet and knowing.

Meanwhile, Aubrey and Caroline, seated a few rows behind them, exchanged a knowing look, their eyes flicking between Paige and Azzi. Caroline leaned in, her voice low, though the grin on her face made it hard to keep the tone entirely serious.

“Ok, so that happened.” Caroline whispered, glancing at Azzi and Paige, whose fingers were still subtly brushing along Azzi’s arm. “They were basically kissing each other with their eyes when Jace started talking. I thought they were gonna combust right there.”

Aubrey, equally amused, whispered back, “I don’t know, but they definitely look a little cozy.” Her eyes sparkled as she watched the subtle way Paige’s hand moved down Azzi’s arm, still casually slung over her shoulder. “And don’t think I forgot about that photo I took last night,” she added, smirking.

Caroline blinked. “Wait, what photo ?”

“You know the one from last night.” Aubrey leaned in, her voice dropping. “The one where they were both asleep, tangled up on the couch at Azzi’s place ? Azzi practically had her face buried in Paige’s neck. They were wrapped in a blanket, holding each other like it was nothing.”

Caroline tried to stifle a laugh, eyes wide. “Oh my God. How did I forget about that ? Is that really how they’re gonna do this ? Just silently falling in love by embracing together?”

Aubrey grinned. “And we have it on camera. Don’t think it won’t get shown to the others later”

Caroline shook her head, hiding her smile behind her hand. “This is gonna be absolute chaos.”

Meanwhile, Paige’s attention was split between the lecture, which she was half-listening to, and Azzi. Her arm, still around Azzi’s shoulder, had gradually started to move slowly, subtly. It was a gentle massage, her fingers pressing into Azzi’s skin, a rhythmic movement that didn’t go unnoticed. Azzi, who had been trying to concentrate on the lecture, couldn’t help but flinch with every little movement Paige made. It wasn’t rough, it was just affectionate in a way that made her feel warmer than she expected.

Every time Paige’s fingers brushed against her skin, she felt her heart skip just a little bit faster. And yet, every time Azzi glanced over at Paige, she couldn’t help but look away quickly, biting back the smile that wanted to spread across her face. She could feel the tension between them shifting, but she couldn’t exactly name it except that it was undeniably there.

From the row in front of them, Jace couldn’t take his eyes off them. He kept turning his head back, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds, his eyes narrowed in disbelief. Paige caught him doing it once and shot him a hard look, her arm still draped over Azzi’s shoulder as if the gesture was as natural as breathing.

Jace smirked, leaning back in his chair with an exaggerated stretch, before sneering at them. “What, are you two, like, attached now ?” His voice was loud enough for the people around them to hear. “Basically on top of each other, whispering sweet nothings in class ? What’s next, holding hands in the hallways ? Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Azzi stiffened, but Paige’s grip on her shoulder tightened just slightly, a silent reassurance that she wasn’t going anywhere.

Paige’s voice was low. “If you say one more word Jace, I swear I’m going to throw my chair at you.” She let the threat hang in the air for a moment before adding, “And don’t even think about looking back at us again, you dumbass.”

Jace’s smirk faltered, but he quickly regained his cocky attitude. “What’s your problem ? Genuinely asking.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, I think you know what my problem is bud. You’re an asshole. And you’re somehow under the delusion that we give a fuck about what you think.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but the look Paige shot his way made him think twice. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, finally turning around and focusing on the professor.

Paige rolled her eyes, muttering to herself as she leaned into Azzi just a little more. Her fingers traced over the back of Azzi’s neck now, massaging the soft skin just behind her ear. The small, deliberate movements of her hand were enough to make Azzi shiver again, her breath catching slightly as she adjusted in her seat.

“I swear,” Paige muttered. “This guy has no concept of personal space or boundaries.”

Azzi couldn’t help it. She finally let herself laugh, a soft, almost nervous sound, her face still a little flushed. “You’re too much, Paige.”

Paige’s smile softened as she shifted her arm to rub more firmly against Azzi’s shoulder. “I know, but I’m pre sure you like it.”

Azzi, her face a mix of bashful and amused, ducked her head a little, resisting the urge to smile wider. She could feel the heat in her chest spreading, especially with Paige so close, her hand still making slow, deliberate circles on her skin.

Aubrey, still trying to keep it together from behind, whispered loud enough for Caroline to hear. “Honestly, I think Paige is trying to kill Jace with some new strategy. I aint even know what it is.”

Caroline snickered. “Jace needs to watch out. Paige’s charm is lethal.”

Meanwhile, Jace was still occasionally glancing back, his eyes narrowing further each time he saw Paige and Azzi so close, the arm that was still resting around Azzi’s shoulder almost possessively. Finally, after a few more moments of frustration, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He spun around in his chair once again, catching Paige’s eye.

“Ok seriously, stop staring at me like that. You’re making me uncomfortable,” he muttered, as though the idea of being intimidated by Paige was beneath him.

Paige raised an eyebrow, not a hint of hesitation in her voice. “You know what, Jace? You should be uncomfortable. You’re the last person I want to deal with right now.”

Azzi’s breath hitched at Paige’s words, the way she so easily stood up for herself. Her stomach flipped, and her heart raced, but she kept her face neutral, forcing herself to stay focused on the notes in front of her. Yet, she couldn’t stop herself from stealing a glance at Paige’s confident expression.

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The final 10 minutes of class went by, but Paige and Azzi barely noticed. Azzi had grown more comfortable with the contact, leaning into it slightly, and while her cheeks still burned every now and then from the closeness, she no longer shied away. If anything, she found herself anticipating the soft press of Paige’s fingertips, the calm, steady rhythm that somehow helped her concentrate now better than anything else.

Behind them, Aubrey leaned into Caroline again, her voice now urgent with energy. “Okok, we have to go. Like, now.”

Caroline’s eyes sparkled. “We need to find KK and Ice immediately.”

Neither of them didn’t even wait for Paige or Azzi. Aubrey grabbed her bag, nearly knocking her notebook off the desk in the process. “Let’s move. I’ve got the video saved.”

Caroline was already halfway to the door. “Let’s just say this might be better than the couch photo.”

The 2 of them dashed out of the room, barely stifling their laughter as they disappeared into the hallway, leaving the classroom noticeably quieter.

Paige tilted her head slightly, brow raised in mild suspicion. “What the hell was that about?”

Azzi just smiled, eyes still on her notes. “I don’t even want to know. You’d probably chase them down.”

Paige grinned. “Yea probs.”

They didn’t get up right away. The lecture was over, but they remained in their seats, the sound of shuffling notebooks and murmuring classmates fading until the room had emptied. Paige slowly retracted her arm, giving Azzi space as she leaned forward on the desk, stretching her back. Her hand absently rubbed at her temple. “Ok. So like. Linear algebra still feels like rocket science.”

Azzi’s lips quirked. “That’s because you’re trying to think of it like math instead of movement.”

Paige blinked at her. “What ?”

Azzi shifted in her seat, turning toward her slightly, eyes thoughtful. “Ok, so hear me out.” She tapped her pen on Paige’s notebook. “Vectors, right ? Think of them as passing lanes on the court. You’re here” she drew a little dot labeled P “and your teammate’s over here” another dot labeled T.  “The ball has to move in a straight line from you to them. That’s a vector.”

Paige leaned closer, her brow furrowing with curiosity. “Ok yea… that actually kind of makes sense.”

Azzi smiled. “And linear transformations are just… changes in the way the court behaves. Imagine the floor gets tilted. The path between you and your teammate changes. Maybe it’s easier to pass left, harder to go right. That’s how matrix multiplication works—it changes all the passing lanes.”

Paige stared at her for a moment, visibly stunned. “Wait. That’s… actually kinda genius.”

Azzi shrugged, cheeks pinking slightly under the praise. “It’s just how I think about it. It makes it easier to visualise. I will get into detail with different areas when we have more sessions.”

Paige was still watching her, something soft and warm brewing behind her eyes. “That’s why you’re such a good tutor,” she said, voice quiet. “You don’t just explain the math. You connect it to stuff people actually care about.”

Azzi looked down at her lap, trying not to smile too widely. “Well… I care if you pass.”

That sentence landed heavier than Azzi expected, and the silence that followed was different now full, charged, delicate. Paige opened her mouth, hesitated, then closed it again. Her fingers twitched slightly against her book.

Before either of them could say more, a voice from the front of the room cut through the air.

“Miss Bueckers ?”

They both looked up. Their professor was standing at the front of the room, his hands loosely clasped over a stack of folders.

“Yes, sir ?” Paige straightened up quickly.

“I just wanted to make sure you saw my email last night,” he said, stepping a little closer, his voice dropping to a more private tone. “The one about eligibility. I know Coach is watching those grades pretty closely.”

Paige gave a quick nod. “Yea, I saw it. I’m on it.”

The professor glanced between the 2 of them and at the open notebooks, the way Paige had shifted closer, the way Azzi hadn’t stopped watching her even while he spoke. His smile warmed.

“Good,” he said, then paused just long enough for them to notice. “And whatever this is ?” He motioned vaguely to the 2 of them, his tone light but full of meaning. “It seems to be working.”

Paige blinked. Azzi turned red.

“Oh,” Paige said, her voice suddenly higher. “Um uh, yea, no, were just—she’s tutoring me. It’s tutoring.”

Azzi nodded quickly. “Mhm, strictly academic.”

The professor gave a slow nod, lips twitching. “Of course. Welp, keep up the… good academic collaboration.”

And with that, he walked out.

The door clicked shut behind him.

They both sat frozen for a beat, the air thick with embarrassment and something warmer.

Paige let out a breath, half a laugh, half a groan. “Did he just…”

Azzi buried her face in her hands. “Oh my god. He totally thinks we’re—”

“Dating,” Paige finished for her, grinning as she leaned back in her seat, one leg bouncing. “He definitely thinks we’re dating.”

Azzi peeked out from behind her hands. “That’s embarrassing.”

Paige laughed, reaching over to nudge her knee gently with her own. “Or… flattering.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, caught between flustered and intrigued. “Flattering?”

“I mean,” Paige shrugged, smiling lazyly. “You could do worse.”

Azzi stared at her, heart pounding. “Are you flirting with me ?”

“Hmmmmm I don’t know,” Paige said, still smiling, but there was something gentler in her voice now. “Am I?”

Azzi didn’t answer right away. She just looked at her, really looked at the way Paige’s fingers had started tapping lightly against the edge of the desk again, the way her eyes held just a little more softness than mischief now.

“No comment,” Azzi murmured, cheeks pink, her voice barely above a whispwr.

She shifted in her seat, feeling the warmth of the moment linger between them, like the soft afterglow of a nearly confessed truth. The quiet in the room seemed to stretch around them, and she took a deep breath, realising that they had both lingered long enough to notice the space that had shifted in the air between them. A gentle push of Paige’s knee against hers pulled her back from the thoughts swirling in her mind.

“Alright,” Paige finally sighed, her voice taking on a more normal tone as she pushed herself upright, stretching her arms above her head with a tired groan. “Let’s go. We’re not getting anything done here anymore.”

Azzi nodded, her fingers brushing across the open notebook in front of her one last time. She caught Paige’s glance as she reached for her bag, both of them hesitating for just a moment too long before standing up together. They moved in sync as they made their way toward the door, a quiet rhythm in their footsteps as they passed through the emptying classroom.

As they stepped into the hallway, the low hum of the campus still alive in the background, Azzi glanced at Paige, her voice soft. “So, when’s your next game?”

Paige tilted her head slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “This time next week,” she said, looking a little distant for a moment. “But I’m leaving Friday a few hours after the test. It’s an away game.” She met Azzi’s eyes then, her gaze direct but soft. 

Azzi nodded slowly, her fingers tapping lightly against the strap of her bag. “Well, you’ll need to focus on that test then. You sure you’re ready?”

Paige grinned. “Not even a little. But I’ve got you, right ?”

Azzi smiled back, feeling a flutter in her chest. She was already reaching for the next logical step, the next way to help. “What if we studied every day till the test? I’ll help you, make sure you pass this thing. It’s not just a math test, right? It’s everything leading up to it. You’ll need all the help you can get.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, impressed and touched by Azzi’s determination. “You really want to do that ? Every day ?”

Azzi’s cheeks went pink slightly, but she didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. Well if you want to… But I’m serious. You can’t afford to fail this one. I’ll be here for you. I won’t let you miss anything.”

Paige couldn’t help but feel a soft warmth fill her chest at the thought. Her voice was quieter now, her words more sincere. “I appreciate that. I’ll need it, honestly. With everything going on, I don’t have much headspace for this test. But you ? You seem to make it easier.”

Azzi gave her a quick smile, trying to hide the feeling of her heart racing. “Good. Then it’s a plan. We’ll study every day till Friday.”

Before Paige could say anything more, a familiar voice interrupted, and both of them turned to find Aubrey, Caroline, KK, and Ice walking toward them, their chatter growing louder as they approached.

Aubrey practically skipped up to them, her grin wide. “There you two are. We were looking everywhere for you !”

Caroline raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking between Azzi and Paige, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “What were you two doing in there? You’ve been in that room for quite some time.”

Azzi and Paige exchanged a quick look, both of them blushing, but neither said anything, the unspoken truth still hovering in the air between them.

Aubrey didn’t seem to care about their hesitation. “We got something for you.” She pulled her phone from her pocket with a grin that was way too mischievous. “Remember last night?”

Paige froze, her breath catching in her throat. “What… what are you talking about?”

Aubrey’s grin grew wider. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Caroline leaned in, her voice lower now, as if making sure no one else could overhear. “We’ve got a picture.”

Azzi’s eyes widened slightly as her gaze flickered nervously between Paige and the phone Aubrey was holding up. “A picture?”

“Yeah,” Aubrey said, her grin turning into something teasing. “A cute one.”

She tapped through her screen, and suddenly, a photo appeared on the screen—one of Paige and Azzi, curled up together asleep on the couch from last night. 

Azzi’s breath hitched, and she couldn’t stop herself from looking at the photo, her stomach twisting. The image was so intimate, so casual in a way that made her feel exposed. She looked over at Paige, her heart hammering. Paige, too, was staring at the photo, her face a mixture of surprise and something else—something soft and a little bit embarrassed.

“Why did you even—” Paige started, her voice a little higher than usual.

Aubrey raised an eyebrow. “You think we weren’t watching you two? Come on, it was cute. Just look at how you were both out like lights. We had to capture it. It was a must.”

Azzi cleared her throat, her cheeks burning. “This is definitely not what it looks like.”

Carolinr gave her a look. “Oh, it looks exactly like what it is.”

KK and Ice were both quiet for once, exchanging glances but not saying anything. The 4 of them knew what the picture meant and what it implied. But Azzi and Paige were still caught in their own tangled feelings, none of them willing to admit the truth out loud yet.

Aubrey was the one to break the silence, her voice light but teasing. “So, when do you two want to make this official ? Or should we keep this little secret to ourselves?”

Paige shot her a glare, her smile still present but strained. “Oh my days shut up, Aubrey.”

Azzi ducked her head, her heart beating faster. “We—uh… we’re just—”

Caroline waved her off. “No need to explain. We know. But seriously. You two are adorable.”

There was a long beat of silence before Azzi finally raised her eyes to meet Paige’s. The weight of the conversation, of the feelings neither of them were ready to name, hung in the space between them.

The moment passed quickly, though, as Paige gave a shrug and turned to the group. “Alright, alright. Enough with the teasing. We’ve got stuff to do.”

Azzi nodded, feeling a strange sense of finality to the conversation. Her heart thumped in her chest as they began walking toward the stairs. But as they moved in tandem, closer now than they’d ever been, Azzi couldn’t help but wonder if something would shift.

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As the teasing settled into warm laughter and light conversation, the group slowly began to drift apart, lulled by the gentle pull of their schedules.

“I swear, if Coach keeps pausing every five seconds to lecture, I might actually fall asleep with my eyes open,” Caroline groaned, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“He’s definitely gonna do it,” KK said with a sigh. “Gramps loves a lil dramatic pause.”

Ice snorted. “Y’all better prepare yourself now. You know he’s sending us straight to weights after like emotional damage won’t be enough.”

Aubrey threw an arm around Paige’s shoulders. “Come on, film starts in thirty. Let’s roll.”

But Paige didn’t move. “I’ll catch up in a sec,” she said casually, nudging Aubrey with her elbow. “Need to ask Azzi something real quick.”

Aubrey gave her a long, drawn-out “Oooooohhh,” before relenting. “Don’t be late before gramps gets mad lover girl.”

“Bye Aubrey,” Paige deadpanned, and Aubrey finally peeled away, the rest of the group filing down the hall.

Once they were gone and the hallway had quieted to a soft murmur, Paige turned to Azzi, her expression gentler now, stripped of the pressure of onlookers.

“So…” Paige began, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I was thinking. About tonight.”

Azzi blinked. “Tonight?”

“For studying,” Paige clarified quickly, though her voice carried a quiet edge of something more. “You said every day, remember? Might as well start tonight.”

Azzi nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Right, yeah. That makes sense. Want to meet at the library ?”

Paige gave a crooked smile and shook her head. “Actually, I was thinking… my place. No one there, fewer distractions. We’ll probably get more done.”

Azzi hesitated. “You sure ?”

“Yea.” Paige’s voice was certain, but her gaze flicked away for a second before returning to meet Azzi’s. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll text you the deets.”

Azzi took a breath, then nodded. “Okay. Sounds good.”

Paige’s smile softened, the edges of her eyes crinkling just slightly. “Cool. I’ll, uh… try to clean up a little after I finish up my schedule for the day after film and weights.”

Azzi laughed, a quiet sound that seemed to catch even her off guard. “No need. I’m not judging you.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, her grin turning a bit smug. “You say that now. Just wait until you see the mountain of laundry on my desk.”

Azzi smiled, the tension between them easing just a bit. There was still something noticeable there but for now, it settled into something easier.

“I’ll bring some snacks,” Azzi offered. “And flashcards. I have a few from the last class.”

Paige gave her a grateful look. “You’re really out here being my academic guardian angel, huh ?”

Azzi rolled her eyes with a smile. “You’re lucky I like helping people.”

Paige didn’t respond to that and just watched her for a moment too long before finally stepping back. “Alright. I should go before everyone starts texting me passive-aggressively from film and Geno gets pissed at me.”

Azzi nodded, feeling the faint urge to stall, to say something more. But instead, she let the moment settle, let it be quiet and soft and enough.

“See you tonight, Az” Paige said, turning to go.

Azzi watched her walk down the hall, tall and sure in that way she had always seemed to be. But as she glanced back once before turning the corner, there was something else in her face. Something that told Azzi she wasn’t as composed as she seemed.

And then she was gone.

Azzi stood there for a beat longer, then finally turned toward the opposite direction, heading back toward her own dorm.

Her chest still carried the echo of that photo. Of Paige’s sleepy weight against her body. Of the quiet flutter when Paige said you make it easier.

She exhaled slowly.

Tonight. Paiges place.

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Azzi unlocked the door to her dorm with a soft click, stepping inside and pulling off her shoes as she glanced down the narrow hallway toward the small cluster of packages by her desk. Her heart gave a tiny, unexplainable skip when she saw one of the boxes.

“Oh,” she murmured, already moving toward it.

She knelt and peeled it open carefully, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth as soon as the pastel pink casing appeared through the packing paper. The Polaroid camera.

She pulled it out reverently, holding it in both hands like something precious. The plastic was smooth, the color even prettier in person than it looked online and was also matching the colour of her sweatshirt. Lightweight, but solid in her hands. She instinctively brought it up to eye level, pretending to snap a shot, already imagining how the photos would look printed and warm and instant.

Azzi sat back on her heels and smiled to herself, imagining the little stack of blank film waiting to be filled. Her mind wandered—first to the small plant on her windowsill, then maybe the way the afternoon light hit the library steps, photos of her and her friends going for an outing. A whole mental list was already forming—shots she could take, quiet memories she could freeze in time.

And then, before she could help it, another thought crept in.

Paige.

She imagined Paige sitting at her desk tonight, brow furrowed, pencil tapping against her notebook while she squinted at some econ problem. Maybe her wearing a hoodie that would probably be half off one shoulder, hair up in a messy bun or maybe still damp from a post-prac shower. Azzi imagined the soft lighting of the desk lamp hitting her face, Paige muttering to herself, frustrated but trying. Still trying.

It would be the perfect moment for a picture.

Not posed, not planned, just real.

Azzi’s cheeks warmed up instantly.

“Nope,” she muttered under her breath, standing up a little too fast. She placed the camera gently on the desk and turned away like that would somehow banish the idea.

But it didn’t.

The image stuck. Paige, caught mid-thought. Paige, rolling her eyes at some dumb joke. Paige, looking up at her after finally getting an answer right, proud and bright.

Azzi covered her face with her hands, half laughing, half horrified at herself.

“What is wrong with me,” she mumbled.

She peeked through her fingers at the camera, still sitting untouched on the edge of her desk. After a long beat, she reached out, ran a thumb over the smooth shutter button, and bit her lip.

Maybe she would bring it tonight to Paige's dorm.

Just in case.

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[isasweetie]

prissy making rafe sit thru her try on haul with all the stuff he bought for her pleaseeee gf

you happily open the door to rafe’s big house as he walks in behind you, muscular arms heavy with shopping bags. victoria’s secret, garage, hollister, aritzia; you name it, and he probably has a bag from there. you’d just come home from the mall, where you spent money on rafe’s card all day, leading him around from shop to shop. he was forced to sit on the couch in changerooms, among other impatient boyfriends who were waiting for their girls to get tired and want to go home.

it’s not that rafe didn’t enjoy spending money on you. he adored the smiles and loving he would get after he spoiled you. it was no big deal, and it made you happy, so why wouldn’t he? rafe just didn’t like walking around all day, bored out of his damn mind.

he was happy to go drop the bags on the kitchen table and crash on the couch, sitting for the first time all day. he lets out a breath, shutting his eyes, stretching his forearms after the heavy lifting of lace and other fabrics he did today. “hey baby, get me a whiskey?” he asks you.

his eyes peek open when there’s no answer, and his ears perk up when he hears bags rustling. only then does he realize what he’s subjected himself to — a fashion show.

two minutes later, after you’ve rushed off into the downstairs washroom with all your new clothes, you emerge in a brand new outfit. you’re wearing your new aritzia pink tank top and white mini skirt, all smiles as you pretend you’re on the runway. you stand in front of him and pose, giggling. “d’you like it?” you ask him.

“yeah, yeah baby, ‘course i do,” he answers, feeling the material of the edge of the skirt in between his fingers when you come closer to him, standing in between his legs. “nice shit, huh? that why it was $80?”

you nod. “mhm. and that’s cheap for aritzia. usually this skirt is like, $100, but it was on sale,”

he whistles as if that’s a surprise, knowing that clothes should not be that expensive. “jesus, that’s fuckin’ stupid,” he mutters, then he lets go of your skirt and leans back once more.

“i know, right?”

he nods and then decides to change the topic. “you wanna sit now? you must be tired as well,”

you shake your head no, furrowing your eyebrows as if the offer itself is confusing you. “what? no, i have so much more stuff, baby, need to show you all of it.”

he lets out a breath, not out of relaxation anymore but moreso stress. he loves you, and he thinks your little fashion shows are adorable, but all he needs right now is a drink and you in his arms. “a;tight, hurry up though, yeah?” you pout a bit because he’s not being fun, but nod nonetheless and go back to the washroom.

you come out in a few more pretty dresses and outfits, spinning around and showing him all the details of your little outfits. “look, do you like this top?” you ask him, bending down a bit in front of him to show him the lace trim on the neckline. “isn’t this pretty?”

“yeah, very pretty,” he agrees gruffly. “let me get a drink, alright? can we take an, uh, an… intermission, or whatever?”

your mouth parts a bit, offended by that. “no, rafey, don’t be a jerk,”

“hey, c’mon, my head is killing me and i’m fuckin’ tired, let me get a whiskey,” he defends himself.

“no, let me show you my haul, you’re no fun!” you whine, pushing his shoulder when he tries to get up. “please be nice, i’m excited.”

the minute you whine, he relents with a sigh. “fine, baby, whatever,” he mutters.

you smile the minute he agrees, any sign of anger or impatience faded away as you kiss his cheek and walk away. “i’ll show you the fun stuff next rafey,” you promise before you go back in the washroom.

you change into a pretty pink lacy two-piece of lingerie from victoria’s secret. this is sure to lighten his spirits, make him interested in the show you’re giving him.

his blue eyes widen a bit when he sees you. god, he can never resist you, can he? he’s such a grump, but the minute you’re in something like that, his defences are broken. you have a bright smile on your face when you see his expression, and you giggle and spin for him. “d’you like it rafe?” you ask.

he sighs as if that’s the stupidest question you’ve ever asked. “do i like it? fuck, look at you in it, i’m rock hard already.”

you’re all happy now that you’ve got him hard, thinking that now you’ll get to show him more stuff without him being impatient. so, you go to rush back to the washroom to try on more lingerie. he quickly stands up too and grabs you when you quickly try to retreat. you gasp but smile as he picks you up and practically throws you onto the couch, and he quickly goes on top of you.

“hey, nahhh, c’mon,” he smiles down at you, playing with the lace of your bra with the hand that’s not holding him up. “don’t i get a reward for sitting through all this shit? i mean— you come out in lingerie, i thought meant it was time for our intermission.” this time, that word doesn’t make you frown, because you know what it means.

so, as he fiddles to get your pretty bra off, you spread your legs and let him go get his reward. it was going to be a long intermission.

a/n — k im finally adding a little authors note section hip hip hooray! this ending is actual asscheeks!!!! i could notttt figure out how to end it but u get the gist!

[vintagerpg]

Look, it’s a whole book of Tony DiTerlizzi’s black and white fantasy sketches. Do I need to say more? Of course not! But I want to!

The Pen & Ink Drawings of Tony DiTerlizzi (2023) draws from three decades of doodles (I’m going for alliteration there, really — there is no way to seriously call these doodles). The vast majority are related to Dungeons & Dragons (or generic fantasy that may as well be D&D), though I think I did spot a sketch for a single illustration from Contiuum. There are maybe some prelims for Changeling, too, though I’d be hard-pressed to recognize them.

By arranging stuff in chronological order, we get to see the artist in motion (similar to the Bernie Wrightson trading card book back in April). I can’t think of another artist who hangs on to the same essential enthusiasms even as their skills sharpen. You can tell when TD hits a critical mass of life drawing practice, but something hard to explain remains unchanged from his earliest drawings to the last. There are so many charming little fellas. It’s alarming when real violence turns up — there are a couple severed heads — because I fundamentally want all these adventurers and kobolds and whatsits to make it out of the scenario alive somehow. Also, just have to point it out, another Bernie parallel: a surprising number of lady adventurers menaced by carnivorous goo. That githyanki kinda looks like Jerry Only? I’m flipping through, trying to find a favorite, but it’s impossible. Whichever one I’m looking at is my favorite. I close the book and I feel sad.

[clairewritesfanfics]

Hi main system 👋. I wanted to ask if you could to invincible variants reaction to reader having a crazy stalker that's just started following her to their home (the stalker just first been writing scary letters to her ) . Stalker ain't even gonna make it an hour but I'd like to see what they're do to the stalker .

Trigger Warnings: violence, gore

It started with notes. Red ink on white sheets, likely torn notebook pages, folded in half and left on the table you considered your spot at the coffee shop. It was just a mild crush. Probably a fellow cafe patron who thought you were cute.

They were relatively harmless, even a tad bit flattering, if you were being honest. 

“You look pretty today.”

“Your blouse brings out your eyes.”

“We ordered the same thing today :)”

Then they got longer. Weirder. Your secret admirer upgraded from scratch paper to scented letters.

“You smell nice. Did you change your perfume? Maybe your shampoo? You seem like a put together girl, I’m sure you use the good, fancy stuff. It would be nice if you told me what products you used. Then it would be like we’re together, always.”

“I noticed you came here with some girl friends. They are lovely, but no one can compare to your beauty. You will always be the most gorgeous thing in my eyes. Your face, your hair, your curves. I love every part of you. I promise never to look at anyone else but you.”

Then they outright terrified you.

“Dear angel of the coffee shop,

Who was that man that came with you last Sunday? 

You two sat so close to each other I felt jealous just watching.

Is that your type of man? 

I didn’t think you would be so shallow. Is it because he’s six feet? Is your gender really that obsessed with height? 

Maybe it’s because he’s built like an athlete? You know he will leave you when someone prettier and younger comes along.

I will never treat you like that. I will love you even if someone better wants me.

I also noticed that you haven’t been coming to the cafe as frequently as before. You used to come here every Monday through Wednesday and sometimes during Saturday. I know it can’t be because you’re avoiding me. That’s impossible, because I already told you how much you mean to me. You would be one giant BITCH if you were avoiding me.

I stayed away because I was too shy, but maybe it’s time for us to officially meet.

If you refuse to come to me then I will have to come to you.”

He would resist the instinct to dispatch the man immediately, because he could see you shaking from the corner of his eyes. So he knocks the stalker unconscious first and has his people imprison him, with strict orders to keep him alive and isolated. His priority is you. He apologizes over and over and holds you in his arms until you fall asleep from crying. Mark is struck by guilt all at once. He should’ve taken those “love letters” seriously. But he was too arrogant, believed that when your admirer saw you with him just once then he would back off. 

After tucking you in and kissing your forehead he finally confronts the one responsible for all your tears. The man is too weak and too pathetic to serve as breeding stock for the Empire, and death would be too merciful. So Mark chooses the only logical option. He gauges the eyes that dare gaze upon you, tears off the hands that tried to touch you, shatters the legs that ran after you. Mark breaks the stalker methodically, until he begs to be killed.

flaxan, target, VILTRUMITE

Mark is furious. Not at you, never at you. But at this insect that threatened your safety. He hated how upset you were about the letters. He saw enough of human society to know that the madness was not going to stop at letters. He told you as such, so he had you go to the police, and that was why he accompanied you every time you left the house. But you were too selfless for your own good; you didn’t want to wake him up from his nap so you decided to go buy ice cream alone. He woke up groggy, but heard your screaming from the front door. He moved instantly and now, he held your stalker by the throat.

Voice taut but not raised, he tells you to get inside. You’re too afraid to protest so you run back into the house. 

When he hears the front door close with a click, he shoots up into the sky, the attacker still in his grasp. This Mark isn’t especially bloodthirsty. He sees torture as a tool for interrogation, but unnecessary otherwise. Face devoid of emotion, he clenches his fist and the man in his hand goes limp instantly. He then throws the corpse in the nearest volcano before flying back to you.

He finds you sobbing in the bed and the ice melts off his body. He joins you under the covers and promises that no one will bother you again.

FULL MASK, maskless, OMNI-MARK, prisoner 

His usual swagger is gone. There is no trace of a smile to be found on his face when he stands between your trembling form and the bastard that broke into your house. Mark glares at him. Then you tug his shirt and he takes a deep breath and forces himself to smile as he talks to you, “Go lock yourself in our room, I’ll handle this.”

But you shake your head against his back. Your muffled voice tells him you don’t want to be alone.

He sighs, but he’s not annoyed. He reaches behind him and gives your thigh a squeeze. “Okay. When I give the signal, cover your ears and don’t look.”

He turns his attention back at your stalker, who is glaring back at him, spouting crap about you belonging to him and that Mark is a fuckboy who doesn’t deserve you. That hits a nerve in your husband and he lifts his knee.

“Now, angel.”

With a single strike, the man’s brain and blood splatter on the walls and the floor.

When Mark realizes what he has done he swears under his breath and gently turns around so he could lift you up and carry you to the living room. “I should’ve done it more cleanly,” he says, wiping your tears away, “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll clean it up.”

You let out a laugh and bury your nose in his chest. Protective arms cover your shoulders as Mark kisses the top of your head. He holds you like he’s afraid that you would disappear. He hates to say it but that asshole was right, you deserve everything. He should’ve been better. Should’ve done more.

head cap, mohawk, SHIESTY

Unlike the aforementioned variants, he didn’t wait for the harassment to escalate. When he identified the man who had been sending you those sickening notes, Mark wasted no time in grabbing him when no one was looking. Brought the sicko to an abandoned cabin deep, deep, deep in the woods somewhere on the other side of the world. Mark doesn’t like being away from you for too long, so he tries to work fast. 

Mark tries to act cool when he plays with his newest victim. But the fucker keeps calling you pet names and slurs, even sharing his deepest fantasies about you. So Mark rips out his tongue, then his arms and legs, and watches him bleed, all while sharing precious memories you two made together. 

sinister, no goggles

image lifted from: https://gamerant.com/invincible-all-alternate-dimension-invincibles-fates/

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[gay-dorito-dust]

omggg bob with a sanrio fan partner and he absolutely loves sleeping in their bed with a bunch of their sanrio plushies and pillows

Ironically I have a lot of Sanrio stuff, I blame my friend who’s gotten me into it. seriously i've got this massive plush of hello kitty on my bed that i use as a fucking pillow since it's so big.

If there was one room within the tower that Bob loved to be in, it was your room. If he could describe it would have to be comfort for the moment he steps into your room, he felt himself relax and at ease, like nothing he could say within your room would ever be viewed as silly as your many cute plushies and pillows were there to offer something to hold when his mind got too loud.

You had these plushies and pillows of cute cartoon animals which he later found out was called Sanrio and how it was incredibly popular, even having populatrity polls now and then. Your favourite varied from time to time he soon learned but as for right now your favourite was the golden retriever with the brown beret known as Pompompurin, or pudding dog.

Bob on the other hand didn't know which one was his favourite, theres was too many and he didn't want to leave anyone of them out, but if he really had to choose it would be the white dog with the red shirt and floppy black ears known as Pochacco. He just thought he was neat and would often hold the plush you had gotten of Pochacco tight against his chest. He never really gave much thought as to how comforting and soothing it was to hold a plush of a cartoon dog with a red shirt and floppy black ears were, not realising how at ease it puts him and silences the Void from trying to poision his mind to think of the worst.

So every night Bob would avoid going to his room and go towards yours as though it was second nature before flopping onto your bed, burring his face within the massive 20inch hello kitty plush you had been using as a pillow for months, much to your amusement as you ran your fingers through his hair as he sinks deeper into the plush.

'i'm starting to think that you love Sanrio more then me, i'm starting to feel a little jealous.' You said playfully. You didn't mind Bob hogging your plushies, he deserved a sense of security and a sense of saftey and if you plushies coul provide him that, then why should you deny him of such simply comforts. He's been given a hard life and yet had a soft heart regardless of it all, and now all you wanted to do was give him a space where he could find peace and not feel suffocated by everything.

Bob groans as he moved his face so he could look at you, smiling softly as his body relaxed quickly within the presence of your Pompompurin, Kuromi, Hello kitty and My Melody plushies that only made him feel at ease despite almost having them burry his body underneath; an adorable sight that never failed to make you smile the more you entered your room only to find only his face amidst the hoarde of plushes that had only gotten bigger since the first time, and yet it only served to give Bob more happiness as he would scoop up as many as he could within his arms.

'Then stop getting so many plushies.' He jokes back as he tighens his hold on the Pochacco plush he had carried with him to your room, tucking it under his chin as he looked at you as he struggles to fight agaisnt sleep.

'Never.' You replied, leaning down to kiss his forehead. 'They make you happy, so i'll keep getting them if it means getting to see you this relaxed more often. i should put some in your room so that you have your own collection.' you added, already spotting a few plushies that you could spare as it meant more room for you to get even more, though then again you'd do anything to see him smile and content rather then looking over his shoulder at the darkened corners of the rooms he was in.

Bob pouts as he shuffled closer to your side. 'No, i like coming to your room and being amongst your plushies, your room is the only place that can make me feel this calm and at ease,' He begins as he fiddles the ears of his Pochacco plush, feeling the soft faberic between his fingers gingerly. 'and all i want to do is stay here with you as it's the best sleep i have gotten in a long, long time. Not that i even remember being given a plush ever.' He finished and you couldn't help but feel your heart break for him, you'd give everything to see him smile, and be happy in general to make up for the lifetime of substance issues and a terrible upbringing.

'Then you should just move into my room then.' You offered but didn't want to pressure him into doing so if he wasn't comfortable with the notion of sharing a bed with another just yet, after all it had only been a short amount of time since you both gotten together. You'd love to come back to your room to see him passed out amongst your plushies, but it wasn't your choice to make, it was Bob's and only he could make the decision he was most comfortable in making for himself without otuside influence.

'That doesn't sound too bad.' Bob murmurs, sleep now starting to take hold over him. 'Then i get to see you every morning, or one of your many plushies,' He yawns mid sentence, 'I'll have to help organise them at some point.' He adds and your heart had never felt fuller in this moment, sure you'll hvae to ask him again when he was awake and more alert, but for now you burrowed yourself into your Sanrio bedspread as you joined Bob in the land of slumber by cuddling close a Pompompurin plush close to your chest while resting your forhead softly against his; feeling the safest you've ever felt with the man you adored as a smile eoffortlessly streched across your face.

'I'd like that.' You whispered before you joined him in sleep. 'i'd like that alot actually.'

while in his sleep, Bob reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, feeling as though he was able to breath and live within your room compared to his own room, happy to be here with you and your enourmous pile of plushies that he'll defintly sort through in the morning; but for now He's content and he's not going to let anything take this away from him.

[grenadehearts]

between cold soba and back alley kisses.

synopsis: somewhere between the ding of a cash register, premade soba, a lingering headache, and the smell of bleach—you meet japan’s most wanted. on your shift.

authors note: first touya x reader fic, pls he's so loser bf!! fluff so much fluff sorta soft touya?? word count 1.6k, masterlist link here.

You were a cashier at a run-down grocery store, doing anything you could to make ends meet. The place smelled like bleach and expired meat half the time, and the lights above your register flickered like they were possessed. Nothing really surprised you anymore—You were used to the peculiar customers who wandered in the daily—drifters, the half-sober, the too-loud, the too-quiet. But what did catch you off guard was him.

Japan’s most wanted standing in aisle three, in the saddest excuse of a disguise you’d ever seen—black hoodie pulled too low, black jeans, scuffed sneakers, and sunglasses like that would actually do something. He moved like he had all the time in the world, drifting through the aisles, staring at the premade noodle section like it held the answers to his sins. Ramen, udon, soba. He grabbed a few packs of cold soba—enough for more than just one person—and then made his way to your register.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just plopped the stuff down with a bit more force than necessary. The silence felt loaded. Strained. Your gut twisted a little. You weren’t a pro at this kind of thing, but something screamed at you—that’s him. Dabi. Or well… Touya Todoroki. Endeavor’s kid. The same guy who took over every screen in the country a few weeks back, spilling his father’s sins like gasoline and lighting it on fire.

Truthfully, you didn’t care much for Endeavor. Never did.

You started scanning the items, eyes flicking up just in time to see him reach into his pocket. He pulled out a crumpled wad of cash mixed with loose change. As he fumbled, the sunglasses slipped from his face and clattered to the floor.

Before you could stop yourself, you were moving—around the register, heart in your throat, hand shooting out to retrieve the flimsy black shades. You straightened slowly, back brushing against the edge of the checkout counter, one hand gripping it for support, the other extending the sunglasses to him.

And that’s when he looked up.

White strands of hair fell loose from under his hood, the black dye fading at the ends. His eyes met yours—glacial blue, clear and sharp enough to slice glass. The same eyes you’d watched staring into the nation’s soul, unflinching, as he exposed the man everyone thought was a hero.

You froze. You knew without a doubt. This was Touya Todoroki.

He took the glasses from your hand, fingertips brushing yours. Then his gaze flicked down to your name tag. His voice, low and rough like smoke and gravel rasped, “Thanks, y/n.”

Your breath hitched.

You turned back quickly, grabbing the soba and bagging it in a blur. “Here,” you muttered. “Just take it. It’s on me.”

He raised a brow. “What makes you think I deserve that?”

You hesitated, looking around. “I don’t know. Just… I think you do.”

He clicked his tongue, rocking back on his heels. Then, quieter, “I know you know who I am.”

Your posture stiffened. “No,” you said too fast, too defensively. “You’re just a customer.”

“Sure,” he said through gritted teeth, amused and bitter. “Sure you’re not scared of me.”

You swallowed. “I’m not scared.”

“And how do you know I know who you are?”

He laughed—harsh, cracked, like a smoker too far gone. “Just knew. Saw it in your body language the second I walked up.”

You glanced away. “Look… I don’t care who you are. I was just trying to help.”

He didn’t respond. Just nodded, muttered, “Alright,”

And just like that, he was gone. But not before slipping something into your pocket.

Later, you reached in. Money. He paid.

He started showing up more often after that. You’d see him on the news before your shift, then in the aisles an hour later. And now, even after your shifts, you found him behind the building, near the old crates and dumpsters, thirty feet from where anyone could see.

Tonight, he was lighting a cigarette with a flick of his blue flames. The smoke curled and drifted toward you as you walked up, making you cough.

His head tilted. “Been waitin’ on ya,” he muttered. Then he held the cigarette out. “Want a drag?”

You gave him a look. “You know I don’t smoke.”

He grinned, all teeth. “Thought maybe I could corrupt you.”

You arched a brow. “Haven’t you already?”

His expression shifted. Then, before you could say anything else, he leaned in—kissed you.

It was the first time he ever kissed you.

Messy. Harsh. Smoke and spit and something desperate.

You almost fell back, knees weak, but he caught you. Dragged you down to the ground with him, lips never parting. It was the first time he kissed you. And maybe it was wrong, maybe it was dangerous, but you didn’t care. Not when it was him. Not when you saw past the villain—saw the boy who never got held, only hurt. A boy broken by the hands of a man everyone called a hero.

That was enough to make anyone snap.

And now, here you were, on your knees, his mouth pressed to yours like he was trying to take something from you—maybe comfort, maybe forgiveness, maybe just the illusion of something soft in a world that wasn’t.

And with every encounter—every soba purchase, every lingering glance, every half-joke hiding real pain—you knew your first instinct had been right.

You were falling for Touya.

You still called him Dabi. You didn’t think he was ready for anything else. Most of what he said was sarcastic anyway—a shield made of sharp words and mockery. It was easier to joke about tragedy than confront it.

Finally, he pulled back. Breath ragged. Eyes lowered.

“Now I have,” he muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

And that’s how you started dating Japan’s most wanted. Except, to you, he wasn’t “wanted.” Not evil. Just a man. Just him—the man you loved. Not the headlines. Not the scars. Just someone hurt, and hurting, and trying.

As the days dragged on, so did the back-alley grocery store dates—shadows and neon signs, muddy combat boots and scuffed sneakers brushing under dim light. Those nights bled into mornings spent sprawled across your bed in your too-cozy apartment.

He's there now. Face buried in the warm space where your chest melts into your stomach. His boots—caked in mud and ash and whatever else followed him home—lay abandoned by the door, one toppled over, the other still upright like it couldn’t decide whether it was staying or leaving.

Your flower-shaped lamp glows golden in the corner, petals casting soft shapes across the walls. Sunlight peeks in through slatted blinds, slicing stripes across his exposed skin, from his loose white shirt slipping off his shoulder. His jacket's somewhere—maybe draped over your kitchen chair, maybe forgotten in the hallway.

The TV hums with some idle sitcom, volume low. Just white noise to quiet the thoughts inside his head.

He’s bathed in that rose-pink glow, strands of white hair falling messy across your skin, tickling you when he shifts. He smells like smoke and faint lavender, like the detergent you use and the night air you kissed into his hoodie when he left last. He looks beautiful like this. Soft. Free.

But you know he’s not. You know he won’t be—not until he ends the war with his father, the one he’s fought for years in silence and screams. But you pretend. And maybe, in some small aching way, so does he.

He shifts again, lazily, one hand sliding beneath your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin—that warmth grounds him, makes his heart remember how to beat whole.

Then he looks up. Blue irises like shattered glass and sea glass and sky all tangled in one glance. He blinks slowly, like he’s surfacing from a dream. But there’s a weight behind his gaze. You feel it before he speaks. Something's been gnawing at him—clawing inside his chest, waiting for the quiet to be spilled into.

He only ever bares it like this: nose tucked into your stomach. Cheek resting against your softness. Voice hushed, truths spilling in murmurs, never louder than your breath.

He’s told you everything this way. How he got here. What he plans to do. How the man who made him never truly fathered him. How the name everyone fears was never his choice. You know his real name. Though he’s never given you permission to use it. Not yet.

It’s sacred. A wound. A reminder.

But now, he stirs, something unfamiliar tightening in his shoulders—he’s nervous. This man—this villain who burns cities, who bathes in blood and rage—he’s nervous. And somehow, it’s the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen.

“Y/n…” His voice is quiet, rasping into your skin, a vibration more than a sound.

You hum, hand threading through his icy locks, gentle.

“Want you to call me Touya.”

You still. Eyes blinking open, lips parted but frozen. “I… I thought— I mean, isn’t that—doesn’t it hurt to hear that name?”

He moves before you finish. Rising over you now, shifting until one leg slots between your thighs, the other bracing beside you. You’re caged in, breath caught.

He’s staring. Blue eyes boring into your soul like they’ll find their place and stay there.

“No,” he says simply, but the word is heavy.

He leans in, pressing into the crook of your neck—his favorite place to hide when the world gets too loud.

“Not when it comes to you,” he murmurs, softer now. “Wanna hear you say it. If you say it, then it’s not tied to them. It’s just… me.” He pauses. Breath hitches. “If the girl I love says it… then I won’t hate it anymore.”

Touya is all bite and burn in the daylight—sarcastic kisses and half-truths wrapped in smoke. But here—when he's wrapped in you, pressed skin to skin—he lets it all fall away.

Here, he bares his teeth—rotten and real and trembling.

And you love him like this too.

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[aespabangedbang]

PROBLEMATIC STUDENT LEESEO

Writer's Note : My Leeseo smut here at last, after months of set back and what not! Another quickie but it's very good for a 1 on 1 sex!

Tag : DUB CON. She pushed her luck, gets fucker but being a bitch profits from it anyway. EVERYTHING INCLUDED.

Warning : Nothing. This is typical school stuff.

Word Count : 2000.

The school year was ending and I had to go through the trouble of checking the exam papers one by one. My patience was wearing thin after a bad marriage quarrel that morning that left me feeling horribly inadequate and frustrated. I was just checking one of the last papers when I heard the door click open.

"Mr. Perez, I need your help," came a soft whimpersome voice. I looked up to see Leeseo, one of the more notorious delinquent girls in my class. She was wearing a tight short white shirt that showed off her mature figure, and her skirt was so short I could almost see the thong underneath.

I sighed, "What is it, Leeseo? You know you failed your exam miserably. Your parents have decided not to intervene this time."

She came up to my desk, her breasts jiggling with each step. "Please Mr. Perez, I'll do anything. You know I'm not a bad student. Just give me another chance!"

I looked up at her face, and felt my cock stirring in my pants. She had full luscious lips and a pretty face, even if she was such a trouble maker.

"Leeseo, you cheated in class, bullied your classmates, and barely studied at all. What makes you think you deserve to pass?"

She pouted at me, "Please Mr. Perez...I'll do whatever you want. Anything!"

I took a deep breath trying to compose myself. But the way she was looking at me with those big pleading eyes, her tits heaving...I suddenly lost control.

"Fine then. If you want to pass, you'll have to fuck me, you little slut." I stood up and grabbed her by the hair.

"Ahh!" Leeseo yelped in pain. "Mr. Perez, w-what are you doing?!"

I dragged her to the other side of my desk and bent her over it. "Shut up, you little whore. You wanted another chance, now you're going to earn it."

I reached around to rip open her buttons and tear her bra off. Her big tits spilled out. I clawed at them roughly as she whimpered and cried. "Mmmph! N-No please, it hurts! Don't!"

I slapped her hard across the face. "Shut up bitch!" Then I shoved my tongue in her mouth for a brutal kiss, muffling her screams.

My other hand went under her skirt to tear her thong off. I shoved two fingers into her pussy and felt it was already wet. "You're already so wet, you slut. You actually want this, don't you?"

"Nnngh! Nooo! Please Mr. Perez I'm begging you!" She shook her head and tried to pull away as I pumped my fingers in and out of her tight cunt.

I kept pounding her pussy with my hand until I felt her start to climax. "Ahhh! Ahhh! I'm cumming!!" She muffled her cries in the desk as her pussy clamped down on my fingers.

I laughed cruelly. "What a fucking whore. You actually cum from a few fingers. I bet your pussy is aching to be filled with a real man's cock, isn't it?"

I grabbed her head and slammed it down so she was fully bent over the desk. Then I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing 8-inch dick.

I prodded the tip at her entrance and then shoved it in with one hard thrust. "AAAHHHH! Ohhhh god no! It's too big! You're splitting me open!!" She wailed.

I started hammering into her tight cunt brutally, grunting with each thrust. "Take it slut! Take my cock you fucking cum dumpsters! This is what you get!"

Her pussy was so tight and wet. It clenched around my dick like a vice as I pistoned in and out. "Aaaah! Haaahh! I-it's too much!! I can't take iiitt!!"

I reached around to maul her bouncing tits, pinching and twisting her nipples until she shrieked. "Mmmph! I'm gonna...aaahh...you're gonna make me...NEEEGHHHH!!"

Leeseo’s pussy exploded in another orgasm, juices gushing out around my cock. I kept fucking her through it, grunting and pounding away.

I suddenly pulled out and flipped her onto her back. "Turn over you little bitch." Her tits heaved as she panted, tears and snot running down her face.

I shoved her legs apart and plunged my cock right back into her abused cunt. "AAAHHHH! OH GOD OH GOD! IT'S TOO MUUUCCHHH!!"

I felt her pussy bulging and stretching to take my cock. I knew I was wrecking her insides, but she was already so wet and easy to enter. "FUCK! This is what you wanted, isn't it you whore?!"

"Hnngh! Mmmmpppphh! Haaahh!!" Drool fell from Leeseo’s open mouth as I hammered into her harder. Her tits bounced wildly from the force of my thrusts.

I reached down and started rubbing her pussy lips. "Cum again, you fucking slut. Cum on your teacher's cock!!"

"AAAHHH!! GAAAHHHH!! I'M CUMMMINNNGGG!!!" Her eyes rolled back as her pussy convulsed around me, milking my cock for all it was worth.

I felt my balls tighten and with one last brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt inside her and exploded. "FUCK YESSSSS!! Take it you BITCHHHH!!!"

Thick ropes of cum erupted from my cock, flooding her insides. Her stomach started to bulge as I pumped her full of my seed. "Oooohhh fuck!! So much cum!! It's so hot!!"

I kept cumming and cumming until my balls were empty. Only then did I pull out and watch with satisfaction as a river of pearly white jizz poured out of her gaping, twitching pussy hole.

I flipped Leeseo onto her stomach and shoved two fingers into her asshole, scissoring it open. "AAAHHNNN!! Nooo, not my ass! I've never done anal!!"

I just laughed as I worked my fingers in her tight, virgin asshole. After thoroughly opening her up, I pulled my fingers out and pressed the tip of my cock against her pucker.

"Aaahhh fuck nooo!!" I ignored her protests and shoved forward, popping the head of my dick past her tight ring of muscle. She let out a high-pitched wail.

"Naaahhhgggh!! It's too big!! It's tearing my ass!!" I just smirked and started gradually working my shaft deeper into her bowels.

"AAAHHHHGGGHHH!! OH GOD OH FUCK IT'S IN!! YOU'RE DESTROYING MY ASS!!" She was sobbing and shaking uncontrollably as I bottomed out, my heavy balls pressing against her cunt.

I started thrusting and immediately set a brutal pace, sawing in and out of her ass. It was so tight and hot around my cock. "FUCK, your ass is so fucking tight! It's gripping me like a vice!"

"AAAHHH AAAHHH AAAHHIIEEEE! I-it's too much!! You're fucking breaking me!! OH GOD MERCYYYY!!" Leeseo screamed in agony and pleasure.

I reached around to rub her clit as I pounded into her ass, making her cum again. "NAAAAHHHH!! OHHHH FUUUCCKKK!! I'M CUMMMMIINNGGG IN MY ASS!! AAHHH IT'S SO GOOOD!!"

Her whole body shook as she orgasmed on my cock. I kept drilling her through it until I felt the familiar tingles in my balls. "FUCK I'm gonna cum!! I'm gonna flood your fucking guts!!"

With a roar, I slammed into her ass and erupted like a volcano, pumping thick cum directly into her ass. She screamed as she felt the heat of my seed filling her. "AAAHHH HHAAHHHH!! IT'S SO MUCH!! OH GOD I'M GOING TO BURST!!"

I kept cumming for long moments until I was finally spent. I pulled out with a wet squelch, my cum pouring out of her stretched asshole. I flipped her onto her back and spread her legs wide, admiring my handiwork.

Leeseo’s holes were gaping, red, and leaking my cum. Her tits were marked with bites and my handprints. Drool and tears covered her face. I slapped her ass hard, making her yelp. "How was that, you little slut? Did you earn your passing grade?"

She looked up at me, eyes unfocused and glassy. "Mmmph...Mr. Perez...that was...WOW...I've never felt anything so good in my life!" She started grinding her cunt against my leg.

I laughed and pulled her up off the desk. I grabbed some tissues and cleaned her up as best I could, wiping the cum from her pussy and ass. Then I helped her put her clothes back on. She was wobbly on her feet, legs still shaking.

I walked over to my desk and sat down, gesturing to her. "Well, since you've earned it, come sit on my lap."

Leeseo smiled and practically skipped over to me, plopping down on my lap and spreading her legs so my cock nestled between her pussy lips. "Mmm, thank you Mr. Perez! I knew you'd help me!"

I was shocked but I quickly composed myself. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto my cock, groaning as she enveloped me in her tight heat. "Aaaahh fuck, your pussy still feels so good!"

"Haaahh, I've never felt so full before! You're stretching me again!" She started bouncing on my cock, throwing her head back in ecstasy. I felt my spent cock already starting to stiffen again.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, biting her lip and shoving my tongue in her mouth. She moaned and sucked it eagerly. I humped up into her harder, making her tits bounce.

Our grunts and moans echoed through the empty classroom as she rode my cock harder, chasing her pleasure. I could feel her pussy starting to clamp down on me. "Mmmph...aaahh...I'm cumming again! Cum with me Mr. Perez!!"

I felt my balls tighten and explode as I buried myself inside her, flooding her womb with my seed again. She threw her head back and wailed as her pussy milked me for every drop.

We collapsed against each other, panting. I looked at her with a mix of satisfaction and disgust. What a slutty little piece of ass she was. I couldn't believe I had just given my cum to an 18 year old student.

I lifted her off my softening cock, my cum pouring out of her pussy. I slapped her ass hard again as she stood up on shaky legs. "Well, you've certainly earned your grade, whore. Now get the fuck out of my office."

Leeseo pouted at me. "But Mr. Perez, I want to thank you properly for helping me! Can I please suck your cock? I want to taste your cum!"

I looked at her in disbelief. This little bitch was insatiable! Before I could say anything, she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth, slurping and sucking eagerly.

"Oh fuck...your mouth feels so good..." I groaned, fisting her hair and guiding her head as she sucked me. She took me all the way down her throat, gagging and drooling all over my cock and balls.

After a few minutes, I felt my orgasm building again. "I'm gonna cum...fucking swallow it all down you slut!" I shoved her head down and exploded in her mouth, pumping spurt after spurt of cum down her gullet. She swallowed it all like a good girl.

When I was spent, she pulled off my dick and looked up at me with a cum-streaked smile. "Mmm, thank you Mr. Perez! You taught me a great lesson today! I'll be a good girl from now on!"

I laughed and pulled her up, giving her ass an affectionate squeeze. "Mmm, we'll see about that. Now get out of here before I fuck you again!"

Leeseo giggled and kissed me on the cheek and skipped out of my office. I collapsed back in my chair and took a deep breath, trying to process what had just happened. I had finally taught that bratty little bitch a lesson she wouldn't soon forget!

And even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn't deny that I had enjoyed every second of it. She had been the best fuck I had in a long time.

I was already thinking about how I could get Leeseo alone again and punish her slutty body some more. Maybe I could start giving her private tutoring lessons after school…

THE END down Leeseo's gullet 🍌👄💦

[what-even-is-thiss]

Yes I agree with that but I also think what I said above.

There’s a logic behind people wanting reparations or land back of some sort. Stealing opportunity and capital and land from a person doesn’t just affect them. It affects all of their descendants.

Also, the things that one group stole can affect their descendants generations later as well. White people in this country are doing well because of stolen opportunity, stolen life, stolen land.

If your parent stole something valuable from someone and they died and you found out the thing they left to you was stolen, would you try to keep it or would you try to return that thing to the person or their living heirs?

Ultimately how you go about that situation is up to you but you still have the stolen object and still have to make the decision about it.

I can have that universal “let’s all fight for equality” mentality and also recognize that hey. I’m doing well and you’re not because my ancestors fucked over your ancestors. I choose to do my best to return some of the stolen stuff instead of just uncritically sitting on it.

A lot of rhetoric from right wing people these days is saying that “white children shouldn’t be made to feel guilty” or whatever.

It’s not really about avoiding guilt though. It’s about erasing history.

I don’t actually think we should feel guilty for the actions of our ancestors. Here’s the thing though. You inherit things from your ancestors. You inherit wealth, and you inherit debt. You can inherit obligations and mistakes.

I am a white person. I didn’t create the racist system in my country, but I did inherit it. There’s no reason for me to feel guilty for inheriting it, but I do have an obligation to deal with what I have inherited.

Black Americans, for example, have inherited generational poverty from the systems my ancestors participated in whether anybody involved realized it or not. I have a responsibility to be like hey what can I do here to deal with this problem I inherited? Reparations? Using some wealth I get from this racist system to help black organizations? Being active in anti-racist politics?

That’s just one small example. Not ever possible thing this could apply to.

I don’t participate in anti-racism out of guilt. I do it because I inherited a debt. I inherited a problem I need to deal with because if a father won’t pay off a debt then his son must do it.

When people talk about guilt in right wing circles they’re not talking about guilt. They’re talking about trying to get out of their inherited debt. To pull off the same social tax evasion strategy as their fathers. To make more suffering to pass on to even more generations of people. To make BIPOC sit in a mess that was made for them a few generations longer.

I don’t think we should stand for that. I also don’t think we should feel guilty for the sins of our fathers. So your ancestors sucked. Okay. What the hell are you gonna do about it?

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ʏᴇᴛ

…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

friends to lovers, office romance, halloween, light angst, fluff, miscommunication, slow burn, humour, mutual pining

word count - 1k

The first thing Dotty hears on Halloween morning, aside from her coworker’s bluetooth speaker blasting Monster Mash in the hallway, is her boss saying the word “fire.”

She’s in his office with a notepad in hand, doing her best to write down the instructions he’s giving her about the costume contest (“put Dana in charge, she’s got glitter”) when he lowers his voice and mumbles into his phone:

“Yeah, I know. Someone’s gotta go. I just don’t understand why you’ve given me such a short deadline with this.”

Dotty blinks. The pen in her hand freezes. Her boss notices her silence, waves a hand, and mouths something like not you. But that doesn't settle the knot forming behind her ribs.

She’s still thinking about it twenty minutes later when she finds Matt sitting at his desk, peeling the wrapper off a mini twix bar and already wearing his costume, a wrinkled white shirt, a crooked tie, and a name tag that says Manager in Comic Sans.

“Are you… supposed to be the boss?” she asks, folding her arms.

Matt gives her a guilty smile. “Too much?”

Dotty shrugs, trying not to smile. “He’ll probably love it.”

He cocks his head. “You okay?”

And that’s when she blurts, “Someone’s getting fired.”

Matt’s face stills. “Wait, what?”

She sits down on the edge of his desk, notebook tucked against her chest. “I heard him on the phone. He said someone’s gotta go. I think it’s real.”

Matt leans back in his chair, wheels creaking. “It’s gotta be someone from accounting.”

Dotty winces. “Don’t say that.”

“Come on,” Matt argues, opening another piece of candy. “Should be Wyatt. He definitely has a secret YouTube channel for reviews of office chairs. And he knows what the difference between a number one and two pencil is.”

“He's… enthusiastic.”

“He's terrifying,” Matt corrects.“We should post his resume online. Just in case. Help him get a head start.”

Dotty stares. “That is wildly unethical.”

Matt grins. “So is using the work printer to print Taylor Swift trivia for your lunch breaks.”

“…Fine,” she says, laughing now. “But only because he definitely listed ‘karate’ as a soft skill.”

By noon, Operation Resume is in full swing.

They find a Word doc titled Wyatt_FINAL_REAL_ONE.docx in the shared drive and give it a little polish. Dotty adds buzzwords like synergistic and innovative mindset. Matt lists Wyatt’s hometown as “the cloud.”

Then Matt takes it one step further.

“Someone actually wants to do a phone interview,” he tells her, mid-afternoon, holding his desk phone like it might explode. “Should I… be him?”

“No,” Dotty says, trying to hide the smile in her voice. “Definitely not.”

He does it anyway.

She watches him lower his voice two octaves and say things like “I pride myself on punctuality and moral excellence.” He ends the call by solemnly stating, “I’ll speak to my superiors and get back to you.”

“You are going to hell,” she says, giggling into her sleeve.

It’s late when things go wrong.

Dotty’s helping clean up pumpkin guts in the breakroom, Matt leaning against the counter beside her with a soda can and his tie crooked.

He looks too handsome for his own good.

“Hey,” he says. “So… about that job offer.”

Dotty glances over.

“It was kinda real,” he says, trying to sound casual. “Like, it’s a startup. It pays better than here, but they said they want someone ‘creative’. I dunno.”

Dotty bites the inside of her cheek.

She doesn’t want him to leave. But she’s not allowed to say that. Not when she’s just the receptionist. Not when they’re just friends. Colleagues.

So she makes herself smile.

“You should take it.”

Matt goes quiet.

Dotty keeps talking, hoping it doesn’t sound nervous or like begging. “You’re… like, you’re smart. And funny. You get stuff done without being weird about it. You care about people, even if you act like you don’t. You don’t belong here forever.”

Matt nods. Too quickly. His mouth pulls into a flat line.

“Oh,” he says. “Right. Yeah. No, you’re right.”

He won’t look at her.

Dotty blinks. Something’s wrong.

“Just, you deserve it. Don’t undersell yourself.”

But Matt’s already brushing her off, his voice light and unreadable. “Right, well… I’ve gotta, um, go help with the cleanup. Wyatt’s skeleton lost a leg.”

And he walks away.

Dotty’s left standing in front of the fridge, hands sticky with pumpkin seeds, heart quietly breaking in her chest.

Just as it nears 4:30pm , Wyatt sends an all-office email:

Subject: WHO POSTED MY RESUME Hello. I received a job offer from a company I did not apply to. I have informed legal. I am no mutineer. Best, Wyatt Future CEO

Dotty reads the email twice before snorting into her coffee.

She finds Matt in the breakroom twenty minutes later, loading the dishwasher. He doesn’t say anything when she walks in. He just nods. She’s not used to that with Matt.

Dotty leans against the counter beside him.

“I didn’t mean I wanted you to go,” she says softly.

Matt stills.

“I meant it like… I believe in you. That’s all.”

He finally looks at her.

“I thought you meant you wouldn’t care if I left,” he says, voice quieter than she’s ever heard it.

Dotty swallows.

“Well, I would. I’d care a lot.”

A warm, slightly uncomfortable silence settles between them.

Then Matt smiles. Crooked and shy, a little lopsided.

“I’d miss you,” he says. “More than I’d miss the broken coffee machine and the boss’s 11 a.m. inspirational speeches in the conference room.”

Dotty bumps his arm with hers.

“I’d miss you too,” she says. “Even if you never refill the paper in the printer.”

They catch each other’s eyes for a moment, both genuinely happy.

“Guess I’m staying,” Matt says, grinning.

Dotty rolls her eyes. “For now.”

That night, as everyone leaves and the last pumpkin gets tossed in the bin, Matt walks her to her car.

She’s still wearing bits from her costume, and he’s got candy stuffed in his pockets from the communal bucket.

Before she unlocks the door, he says:

“If I ever do leave… I’ll, uh, make sure you know first.”

Dotty smiles, a little sad at the mention of him actually leaving.

“Good,” she says. “I’d want to say goodbye.”

He nods, soft and sincere, then turns to go. But not before he glances back with, “See you tomorrow, Dotty.”

“See you.”

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws ꨄ

a/n: sbsbfsdjbf trying to get more worldbuiding into this au, so i hope you enjoyed !! also ik it isn't halloween but this is the episode we're up to in the show and it's autumn where i live so :p

[lacemadesoldier]

bucky and the bunny | bucky barnes smut

you’re the youngest avenger. a bratty girly girl with an obsession for pink and shopping. and bucky likes to tease you for it.

warnings ; smut minors dni, reader is afab, age gap, dom!bucky, degrading and praise p in v, oral (both receiving), bucky is called sir, slight enemies to lovers,

“thank you!” you smile all white teeth and pink gloss at the cab driver as he hands over your bags and you spin to make your way to the tower. you notice bucky approaching and wish in that moment it was anybody else.

you and bucky weren’t enemies but you weren’t friends either. you initially blamed it on the man’s reserved personality assuming he was quiet with everyone. the most he’d ever said to you were fleeting comments but he did often enjoy teasing you for your girly interests and you’d had a really nice day shopping with some old friends and you could really do without his criticism of your spending ruining it.

“what the hell is all this?” he asks as he sees you approaching the door to the tower and you shrug, hands filled with various shopping bags.

“stuff.” you say it like its obvious and his brows knit together before he scoffs, reaching for the door and allowing you to enter whilst he trails behind you.

his eyes follow your frame, curled hair teased up with a pink clip in the back. tiny baby pink dress that he was sure wouldn’t be legal back in his day and a white cardigan over top. not to mention the smell of your perfume that followed you and drifted right into his nostrils.

“what stuff?” his metal finger presses the elevator button and you roll your eyes, settling the bags at your heeled feet.

“clothes..makeup just stuff.” you follow it with a shrug again and he wants to keep pressing but instead grabs the bags for you and you follow him into the elevator. “thank you.”

as you hit the button he notices your short french nails and snorts. “you get told off for the claws?” his head nods in the direction. your eyes roll again and he finds amusement in it.

“how’d you know?” there’s a pout lingering on your lips at the idea everyone was talking about you behind your back. especially for something like that. you already felt way out of place-your pink clothes, curled hair and makeup applied to perfection before training sessions in a morning.

youd always loved the stereotypical girly things and you knew it wasn’t exactly the norm for an avenger but at the end of the day you were a girl in her early 20s and you were willing to help save the day when needed but you weren’t going to lose your own interests for it.

“yelena said you stole some of her skin with one during a spar last week.” his explanation does nothing to soothe your worry and a frown takes over your face as the doors close and you begin ascending.

“it was a total accident! was everyone mad at me?” your defence is sweet and he almost feels bad for mentioning it. he knew you were sensitive. which was surprising for how angry you could get sometimes. your reminded him of a bunny, huffing from your twitching nose and stamping your feet when you’re mad.

“no i noticed her hello kitty bandaid and asked about it.” it’s his turn to shrug and you nod, your hands clenching together awkwardly as you examine all the bags in his hands.

“i probably bought too much.” you murmur and his face twitches into a confused one.

“i saw you come in last week with double this.”

“yeah, exactly.” your eyes roll again and he tuts.

“you know doll, the shopping isn’t the problem.” he tells you and your eyes flit to him. “it’s your attitude.”

“excuse me?” the elevator dings and he walks out, you following close behind. he can almost imagine your angry expression as he listens to the bracelets on your wrist jingle as you storm after him.

“do you want these in your bedroom or your dressing room?” completely ignoring you as you stop, hands crossing over your chest. “hm?”

he barely looks over his shoulder at you and youre tempted to stomp your foot and demand he explains what he means by ‘attitude’ but the irony isn’t lost on you so you storm over and take your bags from him.

“i think i can take them from here, thank you.” he chuckles at your emphasis on the last two words but you ignore it and disappear with the clacks of your heels into your dressing room with a mental huff.

—

after a few hours you emerge from your bedroom and make your way to the kitchen. bucky is already there nursing a glass of something.

“ah the princess is away from her tower.” he smiles at you from behind the breakfast bar and you hold back the urge to roll your eyes, taking a seat at it.

“sorry i like to have alone time.” you defend in a murmured whisper and before he can respond you’re asking “where is everyone?”

“out.” he runs a hand through his hair and you stare at him. he’s wearing his usual ‘off duty’ uniform of jeans and a black shirt that tugs at his biceps every time he moves them. you quickly look away and admire the view from the large window. it’s already dark. “are you here to make a tea?”

“uh yes.” you mutter out confused. sure it was routine for you to have one around this time but you didn’t know everyone knew about it. he spins on his heels grabbing the bag and dropping it into your rose patterned tea cup.

you watched his movements as he began boiling water before sipping from his own glass and looking over at you. “what?”

“do you think i’m weird?” you blurt out and he stares back at you confused. “i mean-like do you think i don’t fit in here?”your arms gesture around you and he chuckles.

“i think your pink sticks out like a sore thumb but everyone here really likes you.”

“is that why you don’t like me? you wish i wasn’t so pink?” your voice doesn’t sound sad as you ask him, genuinely curious and eyebrows furrowed together.

“what?” his eyes stare directly at you and you fight the urge to look away. you don’t want to back down from him. “i mean i don’t not like you?”

“cmon bucky.” you sigh and he keeps his gaze on you. “you’ve been weird with me since the day we met. im not even mad im just curious.”

your explanation causes his mind to whirl. was he weird with you? he knew he wasn’t exactly inviting you to be his best friend but he wasn’t to anybody else either. and you were over 100 years younger than him. and way too hot for your own good. or his own.

the minute he saw you he knew it’d be a slippery slope for him. your wide smile as you told him your name after he’d untied you and everyone had explained everything about ‘bob’ to him. there you were trying to to befriend him whilst the group was making up a plan. too sweet and too welcoming. he needed to keep to himself when it came to you.

“you don’t think it’d be weird if i tried to be your friend?” he asks and you suddenly feel under pressure, his gaze feeling heavy over you.

“no, we’re a team now.” you explain and he nods. “everyone else is fine with me. it’s just you with the problem.”

he rounds the breakfast bar and makes his way over to you. “i don’t have a problem doll.”

“you said my attitude was a problem.” you defend back and he laughs lowly.

“that’s your problem, not mine.” his voice is barely above a whisper and you feel your face heat up, trapped between him and the counter as you stand up.

“whatever bucky.” you murmur and he runs a hand along his jaw.

“you know when i was younger -“

“500 years ago?” you look up at him expectantly and he breathes a laugh in return.

“close.” you eye him for him to continue. “girls like you didn’t even exist.”

“what do you mean?” your eyes stare up at him and he smirks. his fingers find the hem of your way too short skirt and skim your upper thigh as he snorts a laugh at your shocked expression, dropping his hand back to his side.

“clothes were different.” he shrugs and you look down at your outfit.

“yeah it was illegal to show ankle back then, right?” you fire back and he smiles down at you.

“there’s that attitude again, bunny.” it sounds like a warning and you almost don’t register the new name he’s got for you.

“bunny?”

“hm?” he raises an eyebrow and look back at him questioning. “fits, don’t you think?”

“you’re being annoying.” you tell him, standing up to round him and finish your tea.

“i thought you wanted to be my friend?” he asks amusedly as he watches you.

“i don’t hear you calling anyone else bunny.” you stop spinning around to face him as he stands opposite you.

“no one else quite fits it like you.” he stands up from his seat at the same time the elevator dings and everyone walks in and steals your attention. you give him another look as he makes his way out of the room and he looks back, sending a wink your way and leaving you utterly confused.

—

the next morning as you got ready for training you couldn’t get your conversation with bucky out of your mind. or just bucky in general. something about him finally saying more than 5 words a day to you really introduced something you weren’t ready for. you wanted bucky barnes to bend you over your dresser and make fun of you for your stupid pink clothes and shopping habit. which was absolutely crazy and you needed to put that to rest.

you planned to speak to him before training started and arrived 10 minutes early,dressed in your pink sweats with a matching jacket. you made your way straight over to bucky who was leaning on the wall outside of the gym but as his eyes lifted and he saw you you felt another person approaching.

“you’re ditching me for bucky?” yelena asks and before you can disagree he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“she wanted someone who could actually challenge her.” he tells her and you wave him off. you go to open your mouth but he begins his way into the room. “cmon don’t wanna be late.” you huff and follow him inside muttering an apology to yelena.

“what the heck?” you ask bucky as the door clicks behind you and he pulls the hoodie from his body exposing the black compression shirt that lifted a little exposing a slither of his lower abs. god.

“what? you came over to me.” he brushes you off. “ready?”

“i just wanted to ask you something. i like pairing with yelena because she lets us talk and go slow-!” you’re cut off with a jab thrown to you that you just barely miss. “bucky!”

“what? i’m not yelena and you’re not gonna learn to defend yourself whilst gossiping about shoes and boys.”

“i don’t think she’s interested in my shoes and we don’t talk about boys.” you throw a jab at him as he sighs but he’s quick to grab onto your wrist with his mechanic hand cool on your skin.

he smirks at the your reaction. “well bunny, whatever she does is clearly not good enough.” your free hand punches against his stomach and you expect him to react but of course he takes it like it was nothing. still holding onto your hand he drags you closer. “try harder.” his breath is hot against your ear as he all but whispers the words. heat rises up your spine and you push him away from you without a second thought.

“did i bring my water in here?” you ask and he stares at you dumbfounded. his hands move to his hips and he looks around before shaking his head but you don’t hear anything he says because you’re too busy gawking at his broad chest and bulging biceps in his signature black shirts that you decide he must be purposely buying in a size too small to accentuate his muscles.

“hello?” his face is taken over by that smirk again and you wanna punch it off him as you realise he’d caught you staring at him. “you wanna keep staring or shall i teach you a few things?” you avoid the innuendo and mentally scald yourself.

“ya right old man. what are you teaching me?” he eyes you down, before shrugging.

“how about we start with manners?” he asks and before you reply you’ve kicked his legs from under him sending flat on his back on the mat. “or not.”

“are you impressed? i mean you should’ve seen it coming really but you didn-“ he grabbed a hold of your ankle using it to pull you down over him, straddling his chest.

you stare down at him, his hand holding your ankle by his head as you’re way too close to comfort to the man who before last night the most you’d ever spoken to one another was just polite small talk and here you were feeling your thighs want to close around his face as he smiled up at you triumphantly. “oh my god bucky!”

“what?” he laughs as you climb off of him, walking to the other end of the room. “what’s wrong now bunny?”

“i’m done for the day.” you sigh out and he shakes his head.

“no you’re not!” he jogs over to you, hand holding the door shut as you try to open it. “you have to do 45 minutes at least and you’re barely at 10!”

“you’ll have to fail me sir.” you push him aside and storm off. you weren’t exactly sure why you just overreacted like that.

you felt overwhelmed with bucky suddenly. like everything he did left you feeling dumbfounded and unable to say what you wanted to. which you weren’t even sure of anyways but you knew it went along the lines of leave me alone. or so you told yourself. that and apologise for being so weird last night.

-

a shower, some rollers and a music filled makeup and outfit session later you were applying your perfume when there was a knock at your dressing room door. you were sure everyone was out but apparently not.

“come in?” you placed the glass bottle down on your vanity and watched through the mirror as the man in black slowly walked into your very pink room. “try not to grimace.”

“i’ve never been in here before.” he admits as he shuts the door behind him and stands awkwardly by it. his eyes scan the fairy lights and racks of clothes, shelves of bags and shoes.” it’s very you.”

“i designed it myself.” you explain and spin around to look at him. now he was getting a good look at you, the new room long forgotten. you were wearing a pleated pink mini skirt and a lacy white top. your feet were bare with a gold initial anklet dangling and your french toes on full display which he oddly found himself enamoured with.

“did i upset you earlier?” he blurted out. not the way he planned but not as bad as it could have been either.

“no.” you shrugged and he continued to stare at you, waiting for more but it never came.

“you seemed annoyed.” he attempts to explain further but you just shrug again causing him to tut. “usually when you’re having a conversation you do more than shrug your shoulders.”

“usually when you’re an old man you keep your distance from the young girls in your work instead of barging into their dressing rooms.” you’re half teasing half serious. every minute you spend alone with him makes you want to pounce on him.

“hey i knocked and you told me to come in! and i was only coming to checking on you after you were weird this morning.”his voice is defensive and it makes you giggle and roll your eyes.

you spin around and make your way over to your shoes holding up a pair of pink sandals in one hand and white sling backs in the other. “which pair with this outfit?” you ask him and gesture down at yourself. he eyes you up and down then his eyes look between the two before focusing back on your bare feet for a second too long.

“where are you going?” he walks closer into you room, closer to you. sure it was another ‘off’ day for you but it didn’t mean you could just go out and about. you hadn’t even finished your training for the day yet.

“mind your business old man.” you shoo him as you make your way by him to check both shoes against your outfit in the full length mirror that his broad frame was blocking.

“manners.” his voice is warning and you feel that familiar hear between your thighs as your eyes look above you to meet his own in the mirror. “you’ve still got your training workout to complete from this morning.”

“i’m not doing it it’s my day off.” your voice is challenging as you continue your the contact with him. “i told you-fail me sir.”

at that he takes ahold of your arm, spinning you around and pulling you harshly against his hard body. “what’re you doin-“

“shut up.” he grits out. “such a fucking brat you know it’s your life you’re messing around with? up here playing fucking dress up when your life is at risk every mission?”

“i’m good at what i do buck-“

“yeah i’ve seen you out there, you are. but you’ve got an attitude problem, bunny.” his eyes bore into your eyes and your arm starts to ache from how hard he’s holding it but your thighs are involuntarily rubbing together as you listen to him scald you. and he clearly notices. “are you even listening or is that little brain of yours too occupied?”

you stare up at him with doe eyes as you speak. “sorry sir.” like butter wouldn’t fucking melt.

he breathes a laugh through his nose at that. “finally some manners. huh. bun?” he lets go of your arm. letting you completely free from him bar the hand you’ve got fisted in his t shirt. you continued to stare up at him, clearly dumbfounded from just a little gentle guiding and his mind wanders to how he could get you to act with some real words of enforcement. but he knows he shouldn’t be thinking that and he quickly snaps out of, taking a step back.

“make sure you get your training done. yelena will do double with you tomorrow.” he explains before he turns to leave.

“i want you to do it with me again.” your voice is lower, there’s a whine to it, and he turns to face to see your cheeks pink and fingers twisted together nervously.

“i shouldn’t have done that today. i apologise. like you said an old man should keep his distance from his young coworkers.” he was trying really hard to ignore the way your thighs clenched as he called himself an old man.

“but i don’t want you to keep your distance!” your voice was more demanding now and he shook his head.

“where’s your manners bun?” he asks, chin tilted toward you and tone soft but there’s a pout on your face. like you were determined to have him give in.

“where’s yours? you act all weird to me then you compliment me and get all close then you need to keep your distance? that’s not fair!” you bite back childishly and he lifts a hand to your face, taking your cheek into his hand and you nearly nuzzle into it as you stare up at him with wide eyes. “i want you bucky.”

“you’re such a fucking brat.” his lips are against yours, hard. his mechanical hand grips the bare skin of your waist, leaving goosebumps on the hot skin and you moan against his lips. he pulls back with a pop and you admire his spit slick lips.

“you want this?” his voice is serious and stern and you nod but he shakes his head disapprovingly. “words bunny.”

“yes sir.” your words are followed with a giggle and he smirks down at you.

“you like calling me sir? what about it? it remind you how much older than you i am? you like that, huh?” his lips trace their way down your neck as his hands explore your ass under your skirt.

“that and you’re bossy.” your words are punctuated with a slap to your ass and you yelp and grab onto his biceps.

“not gonna tell you again about that attitude. you wear all this pink making everyone think you’re a good little girl but really you’re a bratty whore.” his words pour into you like lava. melting you down and down until you’re putty in his hands willing to do anything he wants.

“sorry sir.” your voice is sugary sweet and you follow it with a sweet kiss to his bearded jaw, a glittery lipgloss mark against it which makes you blush. “let me make it up to you?”

you push him backwards onto the antique chaise longue, and climb on top of him. your clothed heat settles above his stiffening cock and you reconnect your lips with his own. your hands roam under the black t shirt as you rock against him. his tongue pushes easily into your mouth and you let him rub it along yours.

bucky liked to kiss dirty you quickly found out. your spit swapping as his tongue traced your own before he sucked yours into his mouth and you let out a moan.

“such pretty fucking noises just from kissing bunny.” his lips move down your jaw as your hands trace his hard abs. you’re humping him now as he grips your hips, guiding you against him and you’re sure you’re leaving a wet patch on his jeans.

one of your hands makes its way lower to palm him through the jeans and he sucks in a breath at the feeling which makes you whine in response. “wanna suck it, please sir.” your forehead rests on his chest as you beg and he chuckles against your neck.

“go ahead princess.” the words spur you on and you peel yourself from on top of him to kneel between his legs. you make quick work to move to take his belt in your hands but he pushes you off.

“slow down bun.” he undoes the belt painfully slow and you almost feel drool pool in your mouth as you just watch as he stands above you and rids himself of his jeans and boxers. already hard cock slapping against his lower tummy. your hips move against nothing at the side of him, staring down at you with his messy hair falling in his face.

“please?” you barely get out above a whisper and he smiles down at you, taking some of your hair in his hand and nods.

“go ahead bunny. s’all yours.” that really egged you on and you carefully took it at the base as you guided it to your mouth. your tongue swirled on the tip and bucky threw his head back with a loud groan.

“fucking hell baby.” all the nicknames and the weight of him against your tongue was making your head spin as you kept your eyes on the man above you. you pushed him further into your mouth before you got as low as you could and prepared to pull off until he fisted your hair and shoved you further down. you felt your throat bulge as you choked around him but the sound of his moans above you made it worth it as you concentrated on breathing through your nose.

“good fucking girl that’s it.” he praises, his grip still tight in your hair as you begin to bob on and off his cock. you gag again around him and absentmindedly reach up to his mechanical hand, threading your fingers with his own for comfort and he coos at you. “such a sweet girl, just needed your -fuck- your mouth filling.”

you moan around him and he begins thrusting into your mouth now, flesh hand holding your head still as he abuses your throat. flows of your name and curses fall from his lips and your free hand makes its way to his balls giving them a gentle squeeze before he stills against your face, cumming down your throat then pulling your mouth off and on him as his orgasm washes completely over him. you come off of him with a pop sound and he watches as you swallow everything he had given you without him even having to tell you. “good girl.” you smile up at him and he uses the hand he was holding to pull you up.

“cmon.” he grabs his pants and leads you out of your pink room and down the hall to his own. your eyes wander around and its entirely black. so bucky you think.

“wanna fuck you in my bed princess, that okay?” he asks and you nod.

“don’t even need to ask sir, can have whatever you want from me.” you tell him and he stares into your eyes knowing there’s not a hint of a lie in that statement.

“take this off.” your hands pull eagerly at the black shirt and he reaches a hand behind him to pull it over his head. you don’t even try to hide your stare as you take him all in. completely bare in front of you and hes absolutely perfect. muscly and rock solid like he was carved out of stone.

you smile cheekily back at him, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, as you climb hands and knees on to his black bed sheets. you arch your back to him, letting him know you’re not wearing panties and he can’t believe his eyes.

“fucking hell bunny.” you were dripping down your thighs and he just couldn’t help but lean forward and shove his face into it. he moaned at the taste of you. so sweet. and the smell. he felt like he’d died and been given a chance at heaven.

your noises got louder and louder as he swiped his tongue between your folds before landing on your clit and circling it a few times. you were like putty in his hands, pushing yourself back against his mouth letting him have you like this. he was the luckiest bastard ever. he’d thought about this exact thing almost every-time he found himself fisting his cock in the shower after another torturous day of you prancing around the tower in your skimpy outfits.

“gonna cum!” you whined out, your hand reaching behind you to fist at his hair and he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your heat before he pulled away. “bucky?!”

“you gotta earn it baby. that’s for your attitude and missing your training today.” he explains and manoeuvres you onto your back against the pillows. “need you to be a good girl for me so i can treat you like a spoiled little brat.”

his hands made quick work of ridding you of your clothes and he immediately grabbed onto your tits. his tongue finding its way to the left nipple. he circled it and you moaned out, arching against him already desperate for your relief.

“bucky please.” you star down at him. he has his lips puckered around your pebbled nipple and he smirks up at you. “need you please i’ll be so good i promise.”

“oh yeah?” he asks, moving his lips to the next nipples as his cock brushes at your entrance.

“fuck! yes please sir i need you so bad!” he grabs ahold of the base and presses the tip against your clit. he rubs circles against it and your manicured nails find their way to press deep moons into his shoulders as you moan out his name.

“that feel good bunny?” he asks in vain. it feels good to him never mind you who’s tense against him, moans falling from your lips as you fight the coil already building in your tummy.

“i’m so close sir.” you let him know and he near enough growls as he continues his circles on your clit, his tip leaky from his first orgasm. “please please!” your voice turns into a whine against his lips and your orgasm comes like a storm cloud over you. your eyes screw shut and it leaves you shaking as you pulse around nothing.

“such a good fucking girl. came from just my tip on your little clit. didn’t even finger you or nothing yet princess.” he pressed a comforting kiss to your head and you sigh with a smile in response, head still fuzzy. “you gonna give me another? let me fuck you in that little cunt?”

“yes please sir.” your voice is quiet and he smirks down at you. he guides his cock head to your entrance and thrust gently inside. you’re dripping wet and he’d warmed you up for him so there’s barely any resistance as you take him in greedily. “bucky!”

“so fucking good bunny, fucking perfect.” he grunts into your open mouth as you whimper at the stretch of him as he pushes in to the hilt “fits like a glove.” you almost laugh at that, such an old man thing to say.

“bucky!” it’s barely a babble and he nods down at you, pushing the stay hairs from your face.

“you okay bun? feeling good?” you nod and he wants to laugh at how fucking cute you look stuffed full of his cock with your mouth open in an ‘o’ and your eyes squeezed shut. “can you look at me?”

“so full!” your eyes glow up at him sweetly and he smiles,chest feeling hot.

“thereee she is.” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “you feel okay baby?” you were warm all over. like he’d taken over every part of your body and you trust him so deeply to do so.

“please move?” that was all he needed as he pulled out to slam back in again. you were gripping him like a vice and the room was filled with your whimpers and the wet sounds coming from where your bodies met. “feels soo good.”

“yeah? you like how i fuck you princess?” he asks and you just nod, already getting close and your brain turning dumb as he babies you. “next time gonna bend you over in one of the pieces of fabric you call a skirt. make sure you got no panties on and take you in the meeting room.” he’s grunting and each word he speaks brings you both closer to that point.

“can’t even tell you how many times i thought of that. thought of the poor excuse of a string you had on for underwear.” he groans again and you whine as you look down between you both. “yeah watch me fuck you princess.”

“i think of it too.. always watch your arms in your shirts.” your hands instinctively begin stroking his biceps and he chuckles at you.

“yeah? you like my arms bun?”

“mhm..so big. want them anywhere on me.” with that he pulls out and flips you onto your front. his mechanical arm grabs you around your neck, holding you to his back in a slight headlock as the other guides his back into you. you moan out his name and your head is thrown back onto his shoulder. the new angle let him get even deeper and you could already tell you weren’t gonna last much longer.

his flesh hand presses a finger to your clit circling and egging you on. your hands grip the arm holding you on and it just spurs you on even more as you grind down against his hand. that paired with the brutal way he was fucking has you right on that edge.

“bucky please need to cum.” you beg. “wanna come all over you please please let me?”

“go on bunny such a good girl you deserve it.” he lips press to the side of your face and with the softest action your spasming in his arms practically screaming his name. your walls pulse around him and feels his release right there and with a few more pumps he cums into you with a deep groan. he stills against your body, holding you tight against him before he lays you both down on his sheets.

your head is against his hard chest and your eyes flutter open to look up at him. “you okay?” he asks and you nod shyly, blushing as you stare up at him. “why’re you goin all shy on me now?” his hand strokes your cheek and you shrug.

“feel shy.” you tell him and he chuckles at you.

“you’re silly baby.” he gets up from the bed with a whine from you. “cmon let’s get you cleaned up.”

**

[glitchybitz]

I like to imagine the tummy and scruff that you give your Lux is what would have happened over time if Lux stayed in his Ring-a-Ding form for longer. Not in a “Oh he let himself go” way, but way more in an “art style evolution” kind of sense?

I just love the idea of the initial design changing a bit with Lux influence and character, like the original Ring-A-Ding was designed to be a dandy goody two shoes with a sliiiight womanizing tendency, but I truly believe he was the type of character who would have been often paired with characters who have like actual vices that contrast him so you can have the theme of “Welldoer character having to either wrangle a scamp type of character to contain themself / being set up against more wicked character so he can dance circles around them and beat them without even breaking a sweat.” Think how Bugs Bunny gets often Paired With Daffy Duck for that exact reason? That.

But since Lux is very decidedly not a little goody two shoes the design starts to shift a bit to reflect that. Gets a bit more of a rugged suit, maybe some elbow patches to indicate the wear and tear, some stubble, Ive seen people give him more pinkish fingertips that mimic fingerless gloves etc.

By the end of it he still looks like Ring-A-Ding, but he also clearly has his own charm going on, it’s like holding up a character sheet from the 1930s next to a character sheet from the 1950s, not a complete retool, but there are still noticeable differences and details (Bet even other stuff changes thats a bit less noticeable. Size of his pupils, lineweight, whether his spats are more yellow or white in color etc.)

I hope you don’t mind this ramble in your inbox, but not only is this the type of character and character design that just gets me to THINK about the fictional character AND the fictional FICTIONAL character hes based on and your art is just so delightfully illustrating what’s going on in my head like “Like this you see? He’d look like himself but he would still have CHANGED in some format! Look at how fun he looks in this fanart! That’s what would happen.” All with the most abject admiration for your art.

I hope you have a great day.

Ohohooo what a read!🩵

Now that you bring it up, I'd love the idea of Lux, having taken form of Ring-A-Ding, sort of "melding" and "meshing" with the character itself, and vice-versa 🤔

Now I'm just thinking about the progression from doofy little mischief-making toon to a rougher, gruffer depiction with a new street savoir faire~

Wonder how his own innocence would stay in tact.. like we wouldn't want to ruin him and crush his dreams completely 😭

Aaahdjhd this is just too interesting- you've got ME rambling just a bit as well!

I loved this one, anon! Thank you!🌺✨

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

make the reader teaching bucky to play minecraft :)))

Minecraft » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Best Friend/Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Best Friend!Female Reader

Summary: You teach Bucky how to play Minecraft.

Warnings: none except Fluff

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

“Thanks for taking me to the gala. I had a great time.” You say as you and Bucky walked inside of his apartment.

“I should be thanking you for being my date.” Bucky says flirtatiously.

“Anytime, Buck.” You smiled, kissing his cheek.

Bucky said you could spend the night before the gala so you grabbed your bag and changed in his bedroom. You grabbed your Nintendo Switch to play Minecraft and went to the kitchen where Bucky was reading a packet.

“I ordered food from that restaurant that has those chili cheese fries you like.” Bucky says, handing you a paper bag of food.

“You’re the best.” You smiled.

“What’s that thing?” Bucky asks, referring to your Nintendo Switch.

“It’s a Nintendo Switch. You can play video games on it.” You tell him. “Wanna play on it with me?” You asked.

“Maybe after I read this stupid packet.” He says.

“You might want to clean your arm and shirt before you do that.” You say, referring to the chili sauce on his vibranium arm and his white button up shirt.

Bucky looks down to see chili sauce on his vibranium arm and white button up shirt. He made a grumbling noise before taking his button up shirt off and tossed it on the other side of the kitchen counter and detached his vibranium arm and put it in the dishwasher.

“Did you just put your vibranium arm in the dish washer?” You asked with a giggle.

“Yea.” He says. “How else would it get clean?” He asks.

You shrugged and giggled.

“I’ll pretreat your shirt if you want.” You suggested.

“That would be nice. Thank you, doll.” Bucky smiles.

“You’re welcome, Buck.” You smiled back.

You put your Nintendo Switch down on the kitchen counter and grabbed his shirt. You went to the laundry and pretreated his shirt before going back to the kitchen to eat and play Minecraft on your Nintendo Switch.

———

“Finally.” Bucky sighs. “I’m done reading that packet.” He says.

“Do you want to learn how to play Minecraft?” You asked.

“Sure.” He says.

Bucky put his vibranium arm back on before sitting down next to you at the table. You put your Nintendo Switch in his hands.

“What am I supposed to do?” He asks.

“You just build stuff. That’s what I do.” You say.

“How?” He asks.

“Click on this button.” You say.

Bucky clicked on the button you pointed at. He clicked on it and a block appeared on the screen for him.

“Keep doing that in anyway you want.” You say.

“Why does it look like that?” Bucky asks.

“That’s how the game was designed.” You say.

“It’s weird, but fun.” He says.

“It is fun.” You agreed.

“Do you have any other games for this thing?” He curiously asks.

“Yes. Would you like to play a different game?” You asked.

“Yes please.” He answers.

You got more games out of your bag and let Bucky choose which game he wants to play next. You spend the rest of the night teaching Bucky how to play the games on your Nintendo Switch.

“The old man is learning.” You say with a grin.

“What did I say about the old jokes, doll face?” Bucky asks, playfully narrowing his eyes at you.

“Not to say them.” You giggled. “You really think that’s gonna stop me from calling you old?” You say.

“You lost your gaming privileges for the rest of the night.” He jokingly says.

“You can’t do that!” You playfully whined.

“I just did.” He grins.

-Bucky’s Doll

[diarinn]

Faster Fingers

content : nagi seishiro x gn!reader, fluff, sfw, pjsk mention, 0.6k words

a/n : first fic on this acc :x

IN NORMAL CASES, after a long day of practice Nagi would be met with the sweet sound of your voice echoing throughout the apartment, giving him a fuzzy feeling inside of him. Today though, there was nobody calling out to him when he walked through the door.

The only thing to be heard was the sound of music and tapping coming from the living room. Sliding off his shoes without placing them on the rack near the door, Nagi walks into the living room to see you moving your thumbs wildly on your phone screen.

Your back was facing him, leaning on the sofa's armrest with the only thing staring back at him was your screen, a bar steadily increasing at the top of your screen.

“What’re you playing?” Nagi asks, bending down slightly to get a better look at your screen. The sudden sound of his voice snaps you out of your trance, your phone slipping out of your hands. "Oh, did I make you lose? Whoops."

Huffing out a dramatic sigh, you tap the top right corner of your screen pausing the notes swiftly passing in along with the pause of the music. "Nothing too bad, just lost my combo for a song," you reply as Nagi casually falls onto the couch, "How was practice?"

"Same stuff as last time," he grumbles into the cushion, the sound of his muffled voice earning a small chuckle from you. "Can I try?" He lifts his head up to look at you.

"Try what?"

"The game you were playing just now, I wanna try," mimicking the swift thumb movements you were doing earlier. You smiled at how adorable he looked before exiting the song you were just playing and going into the song menu.

"Here, you can choose what song you want to play," you pat the spot closer to you before offering the phone to him. Unceremoniously pushing himself closer to you, Nagi readjusts himself to be laying on your lap and taking your phone to see the song choices.

Nagi scrolls through the songs, listening to each for a few seconds before going to a new one, "I recognize some of these." You hum at his words before he eventually settles on a song that you haven't attempted playing yet, "What level do you typically play these at?"

"Hard or expert mode, I can usually do songs that are level twenty-five max," you point to the number next to the song, which was currently level twenty-three hard mode.

Nodding at your words, Nagi chooses expert mode and immediately starts it before you can butt in, "Nagi! The songs level thirty! You're gonna die!" You say, gently tugging at the back strands of his hair.

"Nah, I'd win."

"Don't quote Gojo on me you bastard-"

You cut your own words off before you can finish, eyes immediately attached to how fast Nagi is able to tap the notes on time, not missing a single beat and knowing what to do when a flick came up. Even when it approached the especially hard parts that all players dreaded, Nagi was able to full combo the entire song at 11.3 speed.

"That was fun," was all he said cracking his two thumbs at the same time before handing you back your phone. Ruffling his hair, you didn't know if you felt immense jealousy or amazed at how easy Nagi made it seem to clear a level thirty song.

As you take back your phone, Nagi opts to turnover onto his stomach and wrap his arms around your torso instead of his original position. Staring at Hatsune Miku posing beside the big letters saying 'FULL COMBO!' in disbelief, you pinch Nagi's cheeks.

"Ow," he grumbled half-heartedly, slowly blinking up at you.

"You're so annoying Nagi, y'know that?"

"What did I do?" He nuzzles into your tummy as you play with his hair.

"I hate geniuses," you tussle the ends of his white strands.

"Stay mad that I have faster fingers than you." His words promptly earn a flick on the forehead from you.

© diarinn 2025 : please do not plagiarize, repost, or use my works for ai, thank you.

[chiibabie]

nagi's present ♡

“sei!” you gasped, feeling the tip of his cock rub against the entrance of your pussy.

if someone told nagi seishiro that he would one day have a girlfriend who’d dress up in pretty white lingerie wrapped in a pink bow on his birthday, curtesy of his friends who convinced you it would be the best gift for nagi, he’d yawn and go back to playing video games. only now, it became a reality and here you were, looking so pretty dressed in lacy lingerie with a cute little bow to tie it all together.

despite his usual carefree attitude about mostly everything, well, except you, his eyes widened just the slightest bit. apparently, unbeknownst to nagi, reo had decided to add the bow to you just a little bit before all the guests left the surprise party that you and reo planned. and when everyone was gone, reo clapped nagi on the back on his way out. “have fun, man!” reo said.

and nagi was a bit puzzled at first. he didn’t know you were changing into that outfit so he just sat on the couch and whined your name. until you emerged from the bathroom. you looked so, so pretty, dressed up in lingerie in contrast to the pretty little dress you wore at the party, which is exactly how you ended up … here.

“hnnghh..” you whined, feeling him enter you. he was so big that you honestly don’t think you could get used to him no matter how many times you two fucked! “sei.. ‘s stretching me out..”

“yeah angel?” he mutters. “look so pretty f’ me right now.. been thinking about you all night, wearing that little dress.. wanted to get you alone so i could fuck you stupid.. n’ now you changed into this, shit..”

“ha-happy birthday, seishiro..” you whimper, looking back at him with teary eyes. he’s got you on all four, knees shoved into the couch as he takes you from behind.

he hums, before starting to thrust into you. it’s a bit slow at first to get you used to it, before he brutally starts pounding you. his cock hits your sweet spot over and over, and it feels so good you’re already an incoherent mess, blabbering words like “hnnnghh.. feels so good— so full— so good! mm-sei!”

he flips you into numerous positions all throughout the night. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve creamed around his cock! at one point, he had you on his lap with your back pressed into his chest, playing with your tits and whispering filth into your ear as he pumped his cock repeatedly into you. and now you were on your back again, legs folded to your chest as he kept going.

by now, your lingerie has been discarded and ripped off you, and the bow is .. somewhere. honestly, you don’t know. nagi ripped that off you as well.

nagi groans into your neck, asking “mm angel, you like it like this? jus’ laying there n’ taking it?”

it makes you clench so hard around him. your voice is breaking as you whine out “yes sei, love it—love it so much, want more please.. wanna be your cumdump— fill me please-!”

he chokes on his own moan, hips snapping even harder onto yours. “fuck. say that again..”

“mmm-! wanna.. i wanna.. haaaahhh, m’ your cumdump.. wanna be.. use me— aahh sei! fill me up— want it so bad!”

“y’r such a mess for my cock angel..” he whispers. “i’ll give you what you want. gonna.. gonna make a mess out of your little pussy..”

but your pussy was already a mess!! from the previous load he dumped into you and how much he’s made you cum, there’s so much leaking out. although when he outright says that he’s gonna turn your pussy into a complete mess, it has you clenching down on him and cumming. you’re panting, drooling as you cream around his cock for the countless time as nagi rubs tight circles on your clit.

“oh, you liked that.” nagi blinks, his poker face on display and halting his movements as he watches your pussy twitch and spasm around him. he blinks once more and then starts thrusting into you again, deeper and slow, which of course, makes you cry out.

“mm baby, just lay there n’ take it kay? ‘m gonna stuff you full.. y’re so sweet angel, pussy’s my favorite.. aaghh shit.. so warm..” nagi sighs out.

you’re squirming underneath him, desperately trying to get away. the two of you have been going at it for too long!! but nagi pins his larger body on yours, telling you to “stop squirming..”

the loud noises of skin slapping against skin filled the room as nagi continued to pound into you. although it’s not long before he whimpers that he’s going to cum.

you let out a loud sob as his hot cum fills you up, large spurts of it spilling into you. but even though he’s already cumming, he doesn’t stop, fucking everything back into you. he’s overstimulating both you and himself. honestly, you have no idea how he’s still going.

“haaahh—angel.. i love you.. pussy’s so good— shit— aaghh fuck.. i love you baby..”

but it’s too much to handle and you’re so overwhelmed. he’s buried his face in the crook of your neck and he’s still thrusting weakly into your poor cunt, causing your legs to shake and twitch so much as you beg him to slow down. “sei—seishiro—eeee!— sttoppp.. your cummm!” you whine out. “sstop stop seishiro haaagghhh! it’s-“

“shush.” nagi mutters out. “be good. it’s my birthday..”

you let out a wail. he really was pulling the birthday card. the loud noises of him fucking your spent cunt as the cum was sloshing around in you and practically leaking out, worsening the already damp puddle beneath you two made you so embarrassed! but the plap! plap! plap! sounds secretly turned you on so much that you clenched around him, cumming with a loud cry. “hnngghhh.. sei! sei! i love you!”

finally, he pulled out of you, letting everything spill as finally he collapsed onto you. despite you whining that he was heavy, he clung to you tighter.

after your breathing both evened out, you placed a kiss on his head since he was laying down on your chest, or more specifically, crushing you.

“happy birthday seishiro.” you quietly told him.

“thanks angel,” nagi yawned in response, nuzzling closer into your chest as his arms tightened around your waist. “you’re the best present of my life.”

i know his birthday already passed and i’m super late but i still had to write smth for nagi because i love him sm <3 ch302 literally has me dead so writing smut is my coping method rn i swear stop making him suffer !!! anyways i’m also working on my requests rn so pls be patient with me, i promise they will be out shortly!

[yerimacoustic]

𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨

( series masterlist )

series summary : you eagerly accept a temporary position as a cruise line photographer, seeing the job opportunity as a much needed vacation in disguise. unexpected friends are made along the way, old grievances are brought to light, providing an entertaining experience on your week long travel. however.. things quickly take a turn for the worst when something horrible happens to an eccentric guest on the ship, who was notorious for making life miserable for several others on the boat.

content warnings / tags : s coups x reader, mingyu x reader, photographer!reader, security guard!s coups, bartender!mingyu, featuring jeonghan, love triangle, angst, fluff, suggestive content, murder mystery, minor character death, lots of swearing, pining, did i mention angst, mentions of alcohol, poisoning, anxiety around water, social anxiety, customer service things, rich people are jerks, most likely some horrible nautical themed jokes

author notes: surpriseeee 🙈 i wanted to do a murder mystery with s coups and mingyu, i think that concept fits those two so well. and a love triangle?? stop. that being said this is mostly inspired by knives out and white lotus, i wanted to venture out and take a break from fantasy/regency stuff ( even though i love it ) anyways i hope you enjoyyy i will be updating at my leisure

chapter one : coming soon!

chapter two :

chapter three :

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chapter five :

chapter six :

chapter seven :

[randomalistic]

hey! i'm concidering writing an autism-fueled video essay about a blorbo , and i think your similar in concept video on that little white man is very well put together ! i was wondering if you had any tips on how to structure or write something like that?.. also if you answered it allready you can just link the post no worries!!

SLAY hold on Ok so I actually havent made a post for script writing... or if i did i forgor. But here's a post for what programs I use and PNGtuber stuff in particular. I'll probably end up making a masterpost at SOME POINT but I am still learning and have made a total of 3 video essays in my life </3

ANYWAYS THIS IS JUST ME RAMBLING FOR MULTIPLE PARAGRAPHS👍

Umm okay so for script writing... It really depends on the scope of the project. If its about a character or topic you have a TON of preconceived knowledge on, just dump every bit of information out from your brain onto a google doc. make multiple docs even. it doesnt matter how messy it gets. Then just start structuring it however you want, like make an outline, explore ideas and how they could flow into eachother, scrap them, keep bits you like, etc. Expect to scrap a LOT of rambling, which is normal. Don't delete anything you write though, just keep it in a separate place just in case you want to revisit any ideas later.

I think the most important guideline for me personally was to structure it in a way that is "slow and steady." Don't explode all the information you have all at once, you kinda just want to trickle-feed it to the audience. The flow of one concept to another is also important, just do bare minimum for the audience to understand, don't distract them with extra info that doesn't connect to your main point for that section.

Basically, think of the YouTube essays that had you really engaged, or that you really enjoyed, study what you REALLY liked about them - What are the main points? how does it portray new information? Think about their structure as a baseline

Now something related ( definitely not a necessity ) but personally one of my FAVORITE things great video essays do is strategically withholding information from the audience right up until that info is relevant, or until it would have the MOST impact. Storytelling mediums do this too

One of my fav example of this is from a video by LasersZ "How Bolt is a critique of Disney" If you want it slightly spoiled, keep reading. Otherwise just watch it first lol

The narrator argues how Penny's character is a struggling child actor, and he lays out all the information for this argument through media analysis / evidence from the movie itself, he gets you invested in her character struggle.. and then he reveals something: That this whole time, Penny is actually voiced by Miley Cyrus - an at the time child actor who was being used by the TV industry in the exact same way they were using Penny in Bolt. This argument just TRANSCENDED the source material. When he could've just mentioned that information offhandedly at the start, he actually USED that information to strengthen his argument and make the video more meaningful and engaging. Even if you aren't making an argument, this sentiment is probably still useful. You really don't have to pull a "twist" in your video to make it fun, but i just like them hehe

Another example is the goddamn MAGNUM OPUS that is DefunctLand's Disney Channel theme song investigation. At the very end, a HUGE piece of information is revealed that makes the whole video absolutely outstanding, and so appreciative of what its trying to do. I'm not even going to SAY it you need to watch it yourself. If you know you KNOW. AAAGHH. You also see this in Summoning Salt speedrunning history videos. It's always like "it seems this was the new world record... UNTIL... (BOOM. NEW SPEEDRUNNER / STRATEGY DISCOVERED AT JUST THE RIGHT TIME)

ok now I'm just rambling about my favorite videos LOL but you know what I mean. It's internet storytelling. If you want to make it more exciting / meaningful / funny, be very select with the information you're delivering. again, a strategic 'bare minimum' for the audience to understand, don't distract them.

Ooh another thing- specifically something I've taken from Patricia Taxxon's DHMIS video : Tell the audience - how did this thing make you FEEL. In an era where lazy content and Ai is everywhere, people want humanity and authenticity more than ANYTHING. So don't be afraid to go a little off script, be unprofessional, be vulnerable, just be yourself! :']

Anyways I think thats the best advice I can offer rn cuz this post has been in my drafts for months and i forgot about it oops. Thank you so much for asking ❤️