#the best way to start drawing is to just draw

[al-gatone]

The Queen's Duck

A feature added for no other reason than to draw management attention and be removed, thus avoiding unnecessary changes in other aspects of the product. I don’t know if I actually invented this term or not, but I am certainly not the originator of the story that spawned it. This started as a piece of Interplay corporate lore. It was well known that producers (a game industry position, roughly equivalent to PMs) had to make a change to everything that was done. The assumption was that subconsciously they felt that if they didn’t, they weren’t adding value. The artist working on the queen animations for Battle Chess was aware of this tendency, and came up with an innovative solution. He did the animations for the queen the way that he felt would be best, with one addition: he gave the queen a pet duck. He animated this duck through all of the queen’s animations, had it flapping around the corners. He also took great care to make sure that it never overlapped the “actual” animation. Eventually, it came time for the producer to review the animation set for the queen. The producer sat down and watched all of the animations. When they were done, he turned to the artist and said, “that looks great. Just one thing - get rid of the duck.” –Coding Horror - New Programmer Jargon

There's a story I like about a Jewish servicemember who wanted to wear a kippah in uniform. He goes to his rabbi, who happens to be a chaplain, and tells him "rabbi, I want to wear a kippah, but I'm worried my chain of command won't let me."

Rabbi asks "what kind of kippah do you want to wear?"

"Just a little black one that fits under my cover"

"Excellent, here's what you do. Get a Bukharan kippah, the more colorful the better, and wear it tomorrow."

"But rabbi, I don't want to wear a Bukharan kippah, and I don't want to wear a colorful kippah."

"Trust me."

So the servicemember wears the brightly colored Bukharan kippah.

Later that day, an officer comes to see the rabbi.

"Rabbi, you have to help me. There's a servicemember at my command who started wearing a kippah, and it's so big and brightly colored. Please, rabbi, you've got to talk him down."

"Ill handle it."

And the servicemember switched to the little black kippah he'd wanted all along, and everyone thought they'd come out ahead.

I mention this, because we've got a design at work that's failing some tests, but the customer won't let us make very reasonable updates. My job is to come up with a proposal that they'll really hate, to make the updates we want look much more palatable.

[cherry-coffees]

Again & Again

academic rival!Caitlyn x reader

cw: 2.4K words | college AU, academic rivals, arguing with some fluff, they hate each other, but they also love each other, free them from this rivalry

Caitlyn Kiramman would fit your type perfectly…if she didn’t absolutely infuriate you.

Very tall, dark hair, icy eyes that look like they could kill, a body that does kill: she would have been your ultimate fantasy. That is, in an alternate universe in which she isn’t your mortal enemy academic rival. 

Caitlyn always thinks that she’s the smartest in the room, focused on one-upping everyone else and unable to stand when someone outscores her in absolutely anything. Her pride is even higher than her perfect scores. And, for these reasons, you can’t stand her.

You know that Caitlyn, in turn, hates you just as much. Glares at you when you enter a classroom, seethes in anger when she catches sight of your own perfect scores — especially on the occasions where they top her own. 

It’s another day of sitting next to Caitlyn in your history lecture, as you both take the best seats: the two middle of the front row. Helps you pay more attention to the lecture, or whatever. Admittedly, seeing her furiously scribble down notes with a blue-ink pen just fuels your motivation to take even better notes than she does — if just to see her fume in resentment. 

“Alright,” the professor calls, a stack of papers in his hands. “I’ve finished grading your most recent essays. I’ll distribute them now, but don’t leave. I’m assigning another project before class is over.”

The announcement causes collective groans to rise out of your classmates from behind you, but you’re quiet, focused on the paper the professor places upside-down on your desk. You quickly flip it over, eyes flying to the top-right corner where a proud 96 resides. Your muscles relax in relief, and you lean back in your chair with a faint smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. 

Caitlyn also seems relaxed as she flips her own paper over to see a 92. That is, until she glances over at your score. Her eyes darken, jaw clenching into a scowl. You always seem to outdo her in essays; it’s just not fair. 

“What’s wrong, Caitlyn?” Your voice is sweet as you furrow your eyebrows, a picture of false innocence. 

“Oh, fuck you,” Caitlyn grits her teeth, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. You have to bite back a laugh. She really has no filter today.

“Alright,” the professor draws everyone’s attention as he returns to the front of the lecture hall. “I'm assigning a partner project due next Friday. You'll be doing a research project contrasting any aspect of Piltover's government or foreign relations between two time periods. Five pages minimum. Come to my office hours if you need any help."

With that, the professor waves his hands as if to motion that class is over. Murmurs rise throughout the hall as classmates check their partners online, trying to decide on a topic. Though, you're sure you don't even need to check. You're more than certain that you're paired with Caitlyn, and you have to physically restrain yourself from huffing out a frustrated sigh when you open your laptop and confirm your suspicions. Your professor seems to find some kind of sick pleasure in watching the two of you compete.

"So," Caitlyn interrupts your thoughts, standing from her desk and grabbing her bag, icy eyes seeming to pierce through your soul. "We're partners. Let's get this done and over with."

"Okay," you mirror her actions, grabbing your bag and running a hand through your hair. "When are you free to meet?"

"Can you start today at one?" Caitlyn's all formalities in that posh accent of hers, but her expressions reflect a hint of her previous scowl. 

"Fine. Library?"

"Second floor." Caitlyn basically tosses the words over her shoulder, already on her way to the door. You just roll your eyes at her retreating form. This is going to suck.

|------» ~~~ «------|

You plop down in the seat beside Caitlyn: second floor of the library at 1:00, as promised. Sliding out your laptop from your backpack, you cast a glance at the girl beside you. "So, any bright ideas?"

"Of course," Caitlyn scoffs with a roll of her eyes. As if you're the problem here. "But I'm not doing all the work here. You actually have to help, you know."

"I always help," you stare at her in disbelief at her passive-aggressive accusation. "Can't trust you with my grades, anyways."

"Please, my grades are perfect."

"What'd you get on our last essay, again?" your eyes narrow at her, challenging. 

Caitlyn opens her mouth to make a retort, then snaps her jaw shut when she realizes she has no excuse as to why you outscored her. "Do you have any ideas for the project?"

Avoiding the topic. Of course. But the less time you spend on this project with Caitlyn, the better, so you open up your notebook. "Yeah, actually. I was thinking we could do history of Piltover and Noxus' relationship. Like, contrasting when we used to be at peace versus now when we aren't."

Caitlyn blinks slowly, her expression neutral, unreadable. "That's...not bad, actually."

You strongly dislike the very tiny, hidden part of you that's pleased with her agreement. With Caitlyn, an agreement is basically high praise. "Yeah, trading relationships, influence, spread of culture, views on the other," you tick off possible elements of the topic on your fingers. "The usual stuff."

"Okay," Caitlyn agrees, looking through her own notebook, and again you have to squash down your surprised relief. "I'll take the current state of enemies, you can take the past state of peace."

"Fine with me," you raise your eyebrows at her, doubtful. "Just don't make it all about the Enforcers, yeah?"

"Wha-?" Caitlyn splutters, eyes widening in shock. "Why would I do that?"

"It's not really a secret that you love them," you continue sorting through your notes, too unbothered to even look up. 

"Love them? I want to be one," Caitlyn glowers, hands clenching into fists on top of the table. "It's not my fault you have such low aspirations!"

"How would you know anything about my aspirations?" Your tone holds no hint of care and Caitlyn loathes it. She hates that you can get to her so easily and she can't get you worked up in return.

"You're infuriating," she snaps, shutting her laptop with a bit more force than necessary. "Just- just research your part, yeah?"

You're already standing up to leave. "You too. No praising Piltover's war tactics for no reason."

"I would not-!"

"Bye," you call over your shoulder, your voice almost singsong. Oh, how you love getting the last word. More so, it does a number on Caitlyn's pride, and that's what you really love.

|------» ~~~ «------|

You find yourself in the library again a few days later, making your way through the tables of students studying with their friends. It's always crowded in the afternoon, but it's the only time that worked today for both you and Caitlyn to go over your research and plan the next steps for your paper.

You find her at the same table as you did a few days ago: second floor, near the stairs, against the wall. "You did your research, I trust?" Caitlyn's voice is more of a question as you set your bag down beside hers.

"More thoroughly than you, I bet," you sigh, sliding into your seat. 

"Impossible," Caitlyn scoffs, though she doesn't waste time as she pulls open a document on her laptop, tilting the screen so you can see. "This is what I got. Look over mine quickly and I'll look over yours?"

"Yeah, whatever," you push your own laptop towards her and pull hers towards you. 

Caitlyn just rolls her eyes at your dismissive response, a habit she's picked up around you. Before she can check your notes, her gaze flicks to your laptop case. Cute, she can't help but think as she absentmindedly traces a finger over a sticker of a cute drawing of a cat. Catching herself after a few moments, she shakes her head as if to clear her own mind, bringing her focus back to your research. 

It's quiet for a few minutes: both of you scanning over the other's notes. After scrolling to the bottom of yours, Caitlyn clears her throat. "It looks okay," she comments, all formalities. Actually, it's great: your work is always on point. She just can't bring herself to compliment your skills when she's constantly competing with them.

"Yours too," you tap your fingernails on the table, equally as reluctant to give your acknowledgement. "So, how do we want to split up the rest?"

"We can just write out what we researched," Caitlyn suggests. "Then meet for a final time to put it all together for the paper."

"Okay," you agree, closing your laptop. "Are we done here then?"

Caitlyn nods, flicking her hair back over her shoulder. Though, her eyes linger on you as you put your laptop back in your bag. "Actually, uh, could I ask a favor?"

Your eyebrows furrow, eyes darting up to meet hers. Caitlyn Kiramman is asking you for a favor? "What is it?"

"Could I possibly send you my writing to look over when I'm done with it?" 

There's a moment's silence before you blink.  Because there's no way– "Are you asking for my help?"

"I suppose," a pink hue coats Caitlyn's cheeks. Her gaze drops to the ground and she crosses her arms stubbornly, as if she hates her own admission. "You're just good at writing, and I want a good grade." 

"That's, um-" your own surprise makes you hesitate, still sitting in the chair beside her. "That's the first nice thing you've said to me."

It is. It's the first and only compliment that Caitlyn has ever given you. Yet, as you stand to leave, her gaze comes back up to follow you. It may be the first nice thing she's said, but it most certainly isn't the first nice thing she's thought. 

|------» ~~~ «------|

You see Caitlyn again the night before the project is due, meeting at your usual spot in the library. The idea that you have a usual spot with Caitlyn now weirds you out if you think about it too much, so you just push away the thought and remind yourself of the assignment. That's why you're here, after all. It's late, and there's barely anyone else in here, so you should be able to focus. 

Caitlyn's already there, to no one's surprise, and she looks up from where she has her writing open on her laptop. "Hey-" she starts, but the words die in her throat, her jaw going slack.

"Hey," you're oblivious to her stumble, dropping into the chair beside her once again. "Can we make this quick? I have to be somewhere in half an hour."

"Yeah-" Caitlyn exhales. "Is that why you're, um, dressed up?"

Oh.

You had almost forgotten about your outfit. You're dressed in a short, black dress that just ends just above your mid-thighs, complete with hair and light makeup to match. The straps are thin, almost flimsy, and the thought briefly flashes through Caitlyn's mind of her fingers brushing them off your shoulders and-

"Yeah, sorry to look so formal," you dismiss it with a wave of your hand. 

"Where are you going?" Caitlyn can't help the question that slips out. She wasn't really intending to voice it, but oh well.

"Oh," you tilt your head, almost surprised that she's asking. "I'm just going to my friend's house. She's having a girls’ night with a few other people because this semester has been so long, and honestly we all kind of need a break and-" you cut yourself off, realizing that you're talking about your plans for tonight with your rival. Your cheeks can't help tinge pink at the realization. "Uh, sorry, I'll shut up now."

But Caitlyn just shakes her head. "No, no," her blue eyes flicker between your own eyes and your dress. "It's okay."

A quiet moment passes.

"Right," you clear your throat, attempting to steer this conversation back on track. "Anyways, let's put this paper together before I'm late."

"Right, yeah," Caitlyn murmurs, suddenly having a very hard time tearing her eyes from your thighs to focus on your assignment.

Putting the paper together is somewhat easy after doing all the writing, and by the time twenty minutes have passed, you're jumping up from your chair to dash off to your friend's place. "Okay cool, it's submitted, but I gotta go so-"

You're almost at the library staircase when Caitlyn finds her voice. "Wait," she calls out before she even fully knows what she's doing. Whoops.

You turn, somewhat confused, to see her standing and her eyes locked on you. You don't respond, waiting for her to speak. Why is she still talking to you? Your assignment's done, so you and Caitlyn can go right back to hating each other. 

"Ah-" Caitlyn pauses, her voice faltering. It never falters: she always chooses her words carefully with that poised accent of hers that makes everything sound so put-together. "Uh, your dress was just caught in the back," she says lamely, her excuse falling flat. 

You don't seem to notice it. "Oh, shit," your eyebrows furrow, as you move to smooth out the short skirt of your dress. "Better?" you ask, turning side to side to give her a full view.

"Yeah," Caitlyn breathes, and her tone is achingly soft. Have you ever heard Caitlyn speak softly to you? "You– you look really pretty."

Your breath catches at this, though you aren’t quite sure why. This is just your rival, after all. But your cheeks can't help but flush further, your body betraying your mind. You just stare at her, and gods you have to look so dumb standing there with your evident blush and lack of response. 

"I'll see you in class tomorrow," Caitlyn aids, and you're silently thankful she's ending this conversation so you can rush off to your friend's house. You sure don't know how to end it. 

"Yeah, I'll see you." This time, your words are softer than intended. You flash her a tentative smile before you're almost bolting down the stairs and out of the library at lightning speed, heading in the direction of your friend's apartment.

If you're five minutes late, it's no one's business to ask why.

And if you and Caitlyn smile at each other a little too long when you get your paper back with the highest score in the class, that's also no one's business.

A/N: Hi lovelies! I've been super MIA because midterms are killing me :( so I might be weirdly on and off this week buttt I do have lots more writing planned! So please be patient with me as I fight for my life in uni. Sadly I do not have an academic rival like Cait to motivate me <3

[starsinthesky5]

is miss yail reader miss possessive????

(pls answer as a blurb of her being possessive)

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she doesn’t think she is. really, she doesn’t. she’s not the jealous type because she knows exactly who joe comes home to, she trusts him completely and knows without a doubt that joe only has eyes for her.

but that doesn’t mean she likes sharing.

and tonight? tonight was testing her patience.

they were attending a gala/fundraiser for one of the brand partners joe was working with this year, and she had been perfectly content hanging off his arm, sipping her rosé, making small talk with the right people, just being there to support her man while the spotlight was off of her for a bit.

until she showed up.

some woman--tall, gorgeous, clearly interested, wearing that little red dress that caught everyone's eyes--shuffled over to joe, placing a hand on his arm like she had any right to touch him, and started laughing like the joker at every single thing he said. she was practically undressing him with those icy eyes.

what a stupid move to make while his girlfriend was right next to him.

disgusting.

and joe, bless his oblivious heart, just gave her one of those polite little smiles, nodding along as she talked to him and the group you both were standing with.

her grip tightens around her glass when she notices how the woman is gripping his shoulder, digging her ruby nails into the shoulder that was meant for her to lean her cheek on as she laughed at something silly joe whispered to her.

she isn’t mad at him, not really. it’s not his fault he’s so fucking pretty--so stupidly, irresistibly attractive that women throw themselves at him even when she’s standing right there.

but she is so not in the mood for this tonight.

"look at the floor or ceiling...or anyone else you're feeling. i don't care, take home whoever walks in. just keep your eyes off him, bitch," she thought, feeling her cheeks burn from jealousy.

she sets her drink down, smooths out the skirt of her dress, and slides up next to joe, slipping an arm around his waist like it’s second nature. her other hand--her claiming hand--lands firmly on his chest.

joe doesn’t flinch, but she feels the way his muscles tense under her touch.

good.

his attention changes immediately, those baby blue eyes flicking down to hers, and she can see it--the realization. the amusement. the smirk that threatens to pull at his lips because he knows how she's feeling.

but he hasn’t said anything yet. instead, he lets her do what she does best.

she turns to the woman, finally acknowledging her, her smile faker than that knock-off chanel bag the woman had looped around her arm. "hi," she says smoothly, tilting her head just enough to be borderline condescending. "i don’t think we’ve met,".

the girl blinks, seemingly thrown off by the sudden shift in energy. she stammers out her name, something forgettable, before gesturing toward joe. "i was just telling joe how—,".

she doesn’t even let her finish.

"joeyyy," she purrs, drawing his name out like dripping honey, her fingers trailing gently over the fabric of his shirt. she tilts her head up, eyes locked onto his. "aren’t you so tired of talking?".

and joe just dares to grin. "you trying to get me out of here," he laughs before dipping his head down to her ear, his voice a whisper as his breath heats up her skin, "miss possessive?".

"pretty girl has to learn her lesson, baby," she winked, sliding her hand further up his chest to his face. her baby pink nails running across his stubbly chin as she looks back at the woman who looked like she'd just seen a ghost.

the woman awkwardly clears her throat. "well, um—,".

but she's already tugging joe away, her grip on him firm, definitive. and he lets her, of course, because that’s what he always does.

the second they’re just barely out of reach, he leans down, murmuring, "you know I wasn’t interested, right?".

she doesn’t answer him right away. instead, she keeps walking, leading him through the crowd with a confident posture that makes joe smirk. she only stops when they’re in a quieter corner of the venue, away from prying eyes and nosy ears. she turns to face him, her eyes flashing with something dangerous, something possessive. her finger latches onto the fabric of his shirt, gripping it tight as she looks up at him.

"i know," she finally says, voice sweet but laced with something else. "but that doesn’t mean i have to like it when some desperate woman throws herself at you like i’m not standing right there,".

joe lets out a small laugh, his hands settling on her hips, thumbs brushing over the silky material of her midnight-blue dress.

"you know you’re the only one for me, right?" he asks, voice dropping an octave, his forehead pressing against hers.

she lets out a content sigh, tension slowly bleeding out of her shoulders. "yeah," she breathes. "but that doesn’t mean i’m gonna let anyone think they even have a chance," her nails scrape lightly against his chest, her body pressing just a little bit closer to his.

joe grins. "mm. miss possessive, indeed,".

she narrows her eyes at him, but before she can say anything, his hands slide down to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him.

"i like it, though," he murmurs, his lips brushing against her ear. "i like when you get all clingy. when you remind everyone i’m yours...when you do more than just wear that necklace with my initial on it,".

her breath catches in her throat, fingers tightening on his shirt.

"damn right, you are," she whispers back, shifting her head up to capture his lips in a slow kiss.

it’s not rushed, not frantic. it’s a statement--a declaration that she doesn’t need words for. he is her's, and he loves every second of it.

when she finally pulls back, joe’s eyes are dark, filled with something heated, something that tells her they won’t be staying at this event for much longer.

"so," he says, thumb brushing over her cheek, "you ready to get out of here? or do you wanna go back and stake your claim some more?".

she smirks, reaching up to straighten his tie. "oh, i think she got the message," she hums. "but just in case…,".

she presses another kiss to his lips; hot, sloppy, pulling his bottom lip, and so intoxicating, before pulling away with a smug glint in her eyes.

joe just shakes his head as he laces his fingers through hers, already leading her toward the exit.

"yeah, definitely not staying much longer,".

[bbadandboujee]

#BLONDED ASTRO OBSERVATIONS

so after a long day of drawing, it’s 2 a.m, i’m horny, why not do some astro observations idk?

this will mostly consist of synastry & solar return charts.

OBSERVATIONS:

VENUS IN THE FIRST HOUSE OVERLAY/VENUS CONJUNCT YOUR ASCENDANT SYNASTRY: ahh 🙂‍↕️, i have this with 2 of my side pieces!! chile best synastry overlay EVER. this can either go 2 ways, A. they really really find you attractive, they like your style, i find that they most likely like something about your beauty, for example the sign its in, let’s say cancer, cancer ascendants does enhance features like breasts, or big lips (from what i’ve noticed!) or even an hour glass shaped body (body TTT!!) either way, they’ll like that specific feature of you the most depending on what sign its in. B. ok so they MAY find you a bit different than how this placement usually works, they may think you present yourself in a way thats too over the top?? (girl idk men suck!) and i find this weird bc like, being yourself is all that matters so whats tea? anywho, regardless though, they’re gonna find you very intriguing and attractive, but on the flip side they might think that you’re like other people with this placement from what i’ve observed.

MARS CONJUNCT MERCURY SYNASTRY: yoo i barley see shit about this??? but girl the amount of times y’all will be sexting with this placement!! even on FaceTime it’ll be lots of flirting, i feel like the annoying part of this placement is talking over each other? i don’t find it annoying though trust i find it very stimulating..anywho, i feel like depending on which person is mars, the mars person will most DEF communicate with the mercury person first since mars does rule over action. so if you’ve met this person online or whatever mercury person, prepare for mars to slide in your dms idk.

VENUS IN 11H OVERLAY: omg so my venus is in his (i think side piece number 2?) 11h, and omg i did meet him online! definitely this is a friend crush overlay! also, friends to lovers vibes with this overlay too. i feel like its a lighthearted relationship and being friends honestly feels really genuine and sweet, i feel like with this overlay you don’t look at them with lust, you look at them a light hearted love (awe). if you definitely need a friend house person, you’ll have the bestest time getting to know the venus person fr, vise versa.

SOLAR RETURN ⬇️

this was in my drafts so i decided to bring it here chi!

MERCURY IN THE 7H: you will receive some kind of proposal, whether it’s business or relationship related. and if it is relationship related you will receive this from MULTIPLE people, if this is one of the years where you are in a relationship, expect to get proposed too. also a year where you can meet new connections online.

2ND HOUSE STELLIUM: i have this, this year, this just might be one of my best years istg? expect to make a lot of money ESPECIALLY if beneficial planets are involved. and not only that, your self worth will increase hell of a lot. also to see where your money comes from, check the ruler of the 2nd house.

A YEAR WHERE YOUR NATAL ASCENDANT IS THE SOLAR RETURN ASCENDANT: WHOEVER HAS THIS IS SO LUCKY!! this is one of your best years where you’re literally birthing a new project or starting something new, could also be a year where you’re put into the spotlight, achieving something, and fulfilling your natal promise!! definitely a good year for improvement, growth, and just like i said fulfillment.

MARS IN THE 6H: DEFINITELY a good year to get active, loose weight, or just become more healthier. a very busy year as well too. you could be surrounded by men more in your daily life/at work. definitely not a good year to start arguments with your coworkers or vise versa 😭 (edit: BUT IF THEY NEED THAT? GIRL GIVE THEM HELL IDK.)

SUN IN THE 5H: a very fun year!! omg every year i had this in i’d literally call it satire cus wtf was that?? lol, honestly a light hearted year where you’re having fun, not taking life to seriously, also a year where someone announces their pregnancy.

ALRIGHTY THATS IT! hope y’all enjoyed! 🙂‍↕️

[r1nstaaa]

matching tattoos [j.jk]

masterlist

warnings: none!! just some jungkook fluff for my beloved @zzzmayalol i wld recommend listening to amoeba by clairo while reading <3 enjoy!!

“Hey baby.” you said, slipping into the space beside him on the couch just as easily as you did into his heart. He put his phone down and motioned you to get on his lap. 

“hey, pretty.” he had an amused grin on his face, eyes shining bright as if he was looking at a star plucked right out of the solar system. “what’s up?”

“So, um. Funny idea, actually. You can absolutely say no-“ you started.

“Yes.” He deadpanned. “What?” “I said yes, pretty. You have my permission.” He grinned at you. You could’ve sworn your heart did somersaults.

“But you don’t even know what i’m planning to do, kookie.” you said through a chuckle. “What if i was planning on harvesting your organs to go out and sell them?” “With an eyeshadow palette? I don’t think so.”

You rolled your eyes, though your action had no bite to it. Man, he had you right where he wanted you. Always. He never even had to try.

“Alright. You caught me. Can i colour your tattoos?” “You know the answer, baby.”

It had been about twenty minutes since then. You decided just the eyeshadow wouldn’t be enough so you went and looked for the markers you swore were in your room somewhere. You were straddling his lap, holding his wrist in your hand like it was the most precious thing in the world. His tattoos were mostly all bold and intimidating, all sharp lines and deep ink. But right now? they were covered in all different hues of blue, pink and little stars and doodles here and there.

“You think this one deserves a permanent spot here?” he said, motioning towards the little star you’d drawn where his palm connected to his wrist. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, not quite looking up. You were so focused. He found it adorable. 

“I’m saying, I wanna make it real. Let’s get matching tattoos? I’ll draw it on your shoulder. Or wherever you’d like. If you want to, of course.” You were malfunctioning. Your boyfriend of a little over a year just suggested getting matching tattoos with you? while you were sitting on his lap? your heart felt like it was purposely trying it’s best to thump right out of your chest.

He just watched you with a lazy smile as you visibly froze up in his lap, but his expression softened a little when you didn’t respond. “Hey, it’s okay if you d-“ You cut him off with a soft kiss. You didn’t really trust your words as of now, totally caught off guard by his suggestion to even think. 

One thing was for sure, though. There was absolutely no one else you would rather do this with.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes, then?” he chuckled against your lips, going back to kissing you with a tenderness that made you wonder if he thought you were made of glass, or something so precious that he wouldn’t even dare to taint it with his touch.

Well, atleast to him you were.

“You might have to start charging for this. You’re too dedicated.” he teased.

“You could never afford me.” You said through a chuckle, eyes focused on the part of his forearm you were busy colouring. 

His fingers absentmindedly traced circles on your knee. “If it means you’ll keep touching me like this, I’d give you everything.” 

Your hand paused, warmth rising up your neck. But before you could react, he leaned in and kissed your nose. “Keep going, Picasso.” he murmured.

You tried pretending to be unimpressed, but the way the corners of your mouth tilted up just a little gave it away. “Fine, but no smudging my masterpiece.”

He just chuckled, letting you turn his tough tattoos into something entirely yours, just like he was.

[primewadewilson]

Trigger Warnings: suicidal ideation Wade really fucked up. He fucked up bad. He had run into a TVA asshole on his way to Sister Margaret's and instead of minding his business, he got into a fight with the TVA fucker and he got pruned to the void. It took Wade a while to get back; considering he had to find some fucker with a marvel sparkle circle ring and either fight them for the ring, or sweet talk them into making him a portal to his own timeline, and those fuckers were scarce. Wade eventually ran into some guy named Wong, and that guy was not easy to talk to, nor was he easily convinced, so murder it was. And that guy put up a pretty damn good fight. He lost a few arms to that asshole's portals. Then, once he finally killed that asshole and got his marvel sparkle circle ring, there was the whole struggle of trying to figure out how this shit works. How the hell did those fucking wizards do this shit with a ring? Align chakras? Try not to shit yourself? Do the cha cha slide? Find the last digit of Pi? None of that worked. Granted, Wade just guessed at the last one. He figured it was 6. Don't ask where he got that number. He doesn't even know. By the time he figured out the Marvel Sparkle Circle to get back to his own timeline, he had lost track of time. It'd been months. He'd seen people come and go in his life in the Void. He even befriended some of the deadpool corps, but they soon left him, calling him crazy for trying to find a way out. And one night, he was looking up at the stars, playing with the marvel sparkle circle ring, drawing random circles and pretending to be Doctor Strange, when gold sparks started flying out of his fingers. A lopsided portal. But it was something. And it looked like his old apartment. The one he abandoned. Wade grinned, quickly grabbing his things before jumping through the portal. His heart raced, and he'd never felt more excited in his life to finally be home. The portal closed behind him as he started going through everything in his apartment, hugging his unicorn plushie he'd missed so much, only to stand frozen in the middle of his livingroom when he noticed the large pile of mail in front of his front door. And on top of the pile was a letter from Logan. His heart raced as he picked up the envelope. He read through it as best as he could, tears welling up in his eyes. The baby. He missed the birth of his fucking baby. He felt his world crumbling around him. He felt like the biggest asshole in existence, all because he fucked with the wrong TVA fucker. cont.

[matchatarot]

Hi my little bunny! To pick a pile don’t overthink it and chose the one that draws you in the most while thinking about the reading’s intent. For my first ever tumblr tarot reading I decided to connect with your spirit team and ask them what message they would like to share with you. Hope it resonates! Love, Matcha ♡

Pile 1 ₊˚. ༄

My love stop being so hard on yourself! We love you so much! Everything you need is in your own heart, your light is so loving, so beautiful, so healing, so creative, let it out! Stop looking at other’s expectations of who they want you to be and instead be guided by your inner light. You are not stuck like you think you are! You have everything you need right now. Set yourself free from those mental chains. You are your own savior. Spend time with yourself, not just spending time alone, actually get to know yourself. You need to integrate the shadows, get to know the dark parts of yourself but also get to know what makes your heart full of love and what makes you shine. You don’t need to address other’s doubts when it comes to your path. You’ re the one that knows best.

11:11 333 369hz

Pile 2 ୭̥° ✧

You did it! You listened to us! You’ve let go of that thing that kept holding you back and we’re so proud of you. You don’t have to look back, because you did what had to be done and now so much is coming for you! If you knew how many great things we have prepared for your life you would simply not believe it. Get ready! You changed for the best! The new You deserves compensation for all the work you did to better yourself, to be kind. You give hope to others, you’re a treasure, we’re so lucky to have you on earth. Don’t worry, you did the hard work and now your blessings are coming, settle in your new mindset, your new body. You’re more connected to your soul than you’ve ever been. Balance, justice, harmony and love are coming your way. Don’t stop dreaming, continue evolving.

Wild World by Cat Steven’s, 222 888

Pile 3 ‧₊˚♡

Take a deep breath with me please. There’s something heavy in your energy, there’s something you need to address that you’ve been scared of. But there’s no answers in looking away. Make your research, ask the opinions of your peers, whatever you do start putting your energy in solving this matter, you need it to continue building your future. There’s an addiction controlling your thoughts, what is it? I think you need to talk to someone before you start heading in the wrong direction, there’s some work you’re doing that can’t bare any fruits because you’re not addressing that one thing. The anxiety, the fears are just gonna get worse if you don’t. Please drink enough water and get enough rest. Tune yourself to your intuition. You got this! We love you.

555 888 333 639hz

decks used for this reading: l’oracle du chemin spirituel by Valérie Defour & Valérie Saussez, the angel’s tarot by Doreen Virtue & Radleigh Valentine, modern witch tarot deck by Lisa Steele

[throatgoat4u]

late on the first day

word count: 0.6k

summary: it’s the first day of senior year, and dotty's already running late. of all classes, it had to be for your favorite class—art. just when you think things can’t get any worse... they do.

warnings: none :)

a/n: i lowkey already made this a like a month and a half ago but like............ yeah.... also this won the popular vote on what au i should release for next and so yeah. idk why i never put the intro to this au out but oh well. also, the reader's name will be dotty. also, the taglist is not official and is just a taglist of people who commented/reblogged the moodboards i had created so yeah! enjoy!

toodles sluts :)

you sprinted up the stairs, heart pounding as you weaved your way to the 2½ floor where the art wing was tucked away. there was no way you could be late—not on the first day of senior year, and definitely not to your favorite class. art had always been your escape. ever since you were little, you’d been an artist at heart, constantly sketching, coloring outside the lines (literally), experimenting with oil pastels, acrylics, and your personal favorite—watercolors.

but being the “art kid” had its downsides. while other girls were out at parties, shopping sprees, or obsessing over boys, you were lost in your sketchbook, shading imaginary worlds. it didn’t take long for people to notice how different you were. the teasing started small but grew sharper over the years, each comment isolating you a little more. by the time middle school ended, you were already used to being alone.

losing your best friend when she moved to another state only solidified it. since then, solitude had become your constant companion. but art? art was still yours. and that was why you couldn’t be late today. not when it was the one place you actually belonged.

you slipped into the classroom just as the bell rang, heart still racing from the mad dash up the stairs. scanning the seating chart at the front, you were relieved to find your assigned seat in the back corner, far from prying eyes. but that relief evaporated the moment you saw who you’d be sitting next to.

christopher sturniolo.

your blood ran cold. of course, it had to be him. chris wasn’t just popular—he was the most popular guy in school. every girl wanted him, and every guy either wanted to be him or be his best friend. there was no in-between. it didn’t help that he was the star of the hockey team, the golden boy who had secured a spot on varsity as a freshman and led the team to state championships every year since. he had it all: the looks, the talent, and, of course, the girl.

eva—the captain of the cheer team and the only girl who could possibly match his popularity. together, they were the school’s golden couple, envied and admired by everyone. chris was untouchable, living in a world completely separate from yours. he didn’t know you existed, and you were pretty sure he never would.

but you had noticed him.

in middle school, you had the biggest, most ridiculous crush on him. it started in sixth grade when he held the door open for you that one time, and it didn’t fade until the end of eighth grade. you were completely obsessed with chris sturniolo. you had filled an entire sketchbook front to back with drawings of him—his smile, his eyes, even the two of you together in scenes that only existed in your imagination. you remembered sketching his face more times than you could count, lost in a fantasy where he actually knew who you were.

but to him, you were nobody. just another face in the crowded hallways. he didn’t even know you well enough to recognize you as the girl who ate lunch in the bathroom or hid under the bleachers—just like everyone else did.

you tried everything to get over him that summer, finally deciding to write him a love letter, just like laura jean in to all the boys i’ve loved before. you poured your heart out in perfect penmanship, sealed it in a beautifully customized envelope with the prettiest wax seal you could find, and tucked it away in your love letter box, where it would stay forever, unread and forgotten.

taglist: @freshloveee. @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan. @heart-sdiary. @sturnshood

[mhahaikyuus]

I have my reasons

tags:; : royal au, gojo x f!reader, fluff, childhood best friend gojo, gojo is deeply in love

wc:; 1k

a/n: I just wanted to post it's been a while bc school is whooping me DOWN. let me know if you like it and I can make it a series, hope you enjoy :)

Your corset was digging into your side as you shifted in your seat trying to subtly fix your dress. It was no use. Your maids painstakingly putting you in this elaborate outfit for today like a ornate China doll.

You sighed in acceptance at your view. The hot sun beating down on the crowds of the most elite in the country as they mingled on grassy fields. You fanned yourself with ornate flimsy fabric from the heat to no avail.

The emperor had announced a lively tournament to last as long as he saw fit since success from the war. 10 long years of conquering had finally come to an end. The clans all requested to join together to celebrate.

All the women in their best, made polite conversation an walked around the estate. The group of loud men cheering and belching their stories through tart wine and sudsy beer. The emperor boasting of his exploits and battle wounds surrounded by yes men, your own father included.

You were the daughter to the closest advisor and political genius of the emperor. Your father and the Emperor had been a pair since they were young themselves.

Now you were forced into a tight corset, flowy dress, pins sticking into your scalp the result of a elegant updo your maid, Helena had fixed.

You sat at the table of the emperor wishing to be anywhere else at the moment. You never enjoyed royal events since you were a child. You could think of 40 different better ways to spend your time than socializing with your so called peers. They were draining to deal with and you had to maintain polite composure.

"Hey...pstt."

You side eyed your best friend who was failing to be discrete in getting your attention, leaning towards you.

"What Toru?" You said to his wide blue eyes. His usually wild white hair combed down and he was wearing his colored glasses with traditional robes.

He smiled at finally getting your attention and your nickname for him, "How much longer?"

You let out a small laugh at his words leaning a bit to talk, "We're only on the third course." He was always impatient at these events.

He let out a small whine, dropping his head on the tablecloth. You nudged him with your leg to get him to stop. He huffed drawing himself up into sitting up.

"You know how Emperor Gojo is."

He rolled his eyes and almost slouched like a child, "My dad is so attention seeking, we get it."

You almost choked your drink at your best friend's words. He couldn't be serious.

"Yeah, it's a bad trait to have." You said to yourself with a laugh before taking a sip of wine.

Satoru and his father didn't get along great but there was no denying that he was the rightful heir. He was the chosen one, and a mirror image of the old emperor.

The party was getting rowdier as time went on. The royals taking advantage of the endless wine and beer. Singing and loud cheering as people socialized was getting to you. The loud noises hurting your ears slowly starting an ache in your temples. Your social battery was depleted.

"I'm about to leave." Gojo said suddenly turning to you in his seat. His leg jumping under the table. He was ready to make his exit.

You raised your eyebrows at his words, "Where?"

He shrugged and a loud cheer erupted on the other end of the table.

Gojo turned to the distracted crowd then back to you. His large hand slipping out the sleeve of his robe to hold your own. He grabbed your hand and began to pull you through the crowd. You stumbled getting up from the table.

"Toru, we can't just-" You protested but followed him his hand firmly gripping your own. He continued through the crowd as you gripped his hand firmly to keep from tripping over your dress.

"We just did." He said pulling you into a dark archway from the crowd.

This was a familiar area of the castle, since you two were children exploring different areas of the Gojo Estate. The area he pulled you into was not a well visited. Maids would use it occasionally if a room was blocked off as an alternative route.

Gojo's hand slipped from your own as you walked down the empty hallway. You let out a sigh of relief at the silence feeling your own head not beat in irritation. The only noise in the otherwise silent corridor were your heels clicking on the stone floor. You bunched up your layered dress and sat on the window's ledge.

Satoru watched you as you settled in, his hands in his robes as he leaned against the wall. He would rather spend time with you than anyone else.

"Thanks for getting me out of there." You said with a smile watching your feet dangle as they swung under you.

He returned a cute smile, "You were fading."

You shrugged, "Parties aren't my thing, Mr. Social." You teased wiggling your eyebrows at him.

Satoru could feel his face heat up at your words letting out a cough avoiding your eyes. You smiled at his red tinted cheeks.

Your best friend was the first born son of the biggest clan in your country. He was charming and wasn't bad looking. Of course he had his fun with women, taverns and brothels. You were more of the introverted side. Enjoying your time at the estate with books and music.

He rolled his eyes at your words, kicking the dirt under his feet before meeting your eyes. "Wasn't just for you ya know. I had my own reasons." Satoru replied simply.

You. He thought.

"What?" you asked, Satoru looked like he wanted to say something but was holding back.

"Nothing." He shrugged hopping up on the ledge next to you. His much longer legs crossing in front of him. Gojo's breath hitching every time he was able to smell your sweet perfume but you never noticed. You two enjoyed the silence sitting with each other.

"Lady Wu was-

"so drunk!" You finished for him and you two laughed gossiping about everyone in your own little world for the rest of the party.

[alexsl-universe]

I have some comments, maybe stupid but I need to make them.

He has the sexiest smile ever. Of course he does. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t smile a lot, because of its killer effect? Or is he really just Mr. Grumpy? One or the other.

I just imagine this while reading:

Sam leads the way to the backyard and Bucky places a hand at your lower back. Your brain fritzes and it's all you can think about as you walk through the yard saying hello to people as you pass.

When you reach Sarah, Sam's sister, you greet her with a warm hello, having met her once before at the VA. Bucky joins in the conversation, his fingers still warmly pressed into your skin when he starts to draw little circles on your lower back.

You suck in a breath and trip over your words and then he splays his palm and slides it around to your hip, drawing you into his side.

Your heart stops

Reader's mind at the moment:

You intend it to be a quick kiss, but he brings one of his hands to the back of your neck and the other presses deep into your back as he takes over. Your smal gasp turns into a moan, and it ignites him. He deepens the kiss, hungry and desperate and it sets every inch of you on fire. ""Uh, there are children present." Sam's voice cuts through the moment like a bucket of cold water and you move back. Bucky's hand flexes at the back of your neck as if to stop you from moving away from him. You breathe hard and state at each other. Best. Kiss. Of. Your. Life. Bucky appears dazed enough for you to believe maybe it was for him too.

For that all i can say is:

Sunshine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 6.4K

Summary: It's a beautiful day that turns even more beautiful when you run into the most handsome man you've ever seen...and the grumpiest. Will his good looks be enough for you to stick around and get to know him?

Author's Note: I love a grumpy!Bucky and a reader who just won't give up on him! Kind of sunshine/grumpy trope with enemies/lovers mixed in a little too. This was fun to write and I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy 🥰

Warnings: fun, flirty tension, a tiny bit of angst, grumpy!bucky, fluffy sweetness too

Waiting in line at your favorite coffee shop is always worth it and today, after a restless night, you really need the extra boost. Even though you’re behind schedule the stop is a necessity and despite the busy morning rush the line is moving quickly but apparently not fast enough for the person behind you who lets out a loud and frustrated huff.

Trying to be discrete you turn and look out of the corner of your eye.

The sight of him strikes you in a way you’re not prepared for.

Then the barista calls your name. You blink, dazed but thankfully able to recover well enough to give the barista a warm smile and thanks.

As you grab your napkins and gather your things you can’t help but steal glances at the man. He’s tall and broad shouldered, wearing a leather jacket that shows his biceps shaping the fabric, his long legs are clad in well fitted dark denim, and he’s the perfect mix of masculinity and male beauty.

His brooding expression doesn’t falter as he retrieves his drink order, but he does say ‘thank you’ and to your continued surprise, ‘excuse me,’ to whomever he passes.

With one last longing glance you head for the door, walking out into the sunshine and crossing the street to your favorite bench to enjoy your coffee before work.

You’re focused on your phone while you sip slowly so at first you don’t notice the dark shadow looming over you. But the rumbly and gruff voice startles you.

“You’re in my seat.”

You look up, shielding your eyes from the sun to see nothing more than a large shadow.

“What?” you ask, feeling discombobulated.

The shadow shifts and your eyes widen when you see the man from the coffee shop, his glower ferocious despite your now big smile.

“This is your seat?...It’s a whole bench.”

“Yeah…well.”

You look at the open space next to you and offer out a hand. “There’s more than enough room for both of us.”

His eyes narrow but he sits.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” you say brightly.

“I’m here almost every day,” he answers.

You keep your smile in place.

“Well, I’m running late so that must be why I haven’t seen you before.”

“Then why are you sitting on this bench talking to me?” he asks.

You bristle inwardly but your smile doesn’t falter.

“I still have time. I usually get in early, so it won’t be a problem.”

He stares at you, the breeze catching his scent and blowing it your way.

You try not to inhale, focusing on the fact that he’s super grumpy instead of the fact that he’s super hot and smells really good.

“I enjoy sitting out in the sunshine. It helps me feel grounded before I really start the day.”

The words tumble out unprompted but under his narrowed gaze you find yourself feeling less confident than usual.

He just “hmphs” in response and looks away, taking a sip of his drink.

“You say you sit here every day so what’s with all the…” and you motion to him, “grumpy? Is the sunshine not good enough for you?”

He turns your way again, lips pressed together but his eyes flaring with surprise. Before he can respond his phone rings. He looks at the screen with another mild puff of air then swipes his thumb over it.

“Wilson,” he says gruffly.

His voice drops low, and you look down at your phone, trying not to listen. Most of the conversation on his part is a series of grunts and mumbled responses so it’s hard to follow anyway.

After hanging up he stands abruptly and looks down at you, his gaze lingering before he gives you a barely perceptible nod of acknowledgement and starts to walk off.

You yell after him, “I hope you find some sunshine!”

He doesn’t turn around but you’re sure you see his steps falter for just a second.

It’s only after you finish your drink that you stand and start the short walk to work, surprised to catch sight of the grumpy stranger across the street at the local VA, squatting down in front of an older man with a dog.

The grumpiness is gone, replaced by a warm smile that crinkles his eyes. All the air goes out of your lungs.

He looks up at that moment, noticing you stopped in the middle of the sidewalk across the street. His smile fades and you drop your head, speed walking away.

It’s Saturday morning and you’re standing outside the bakery, texting your friend to get their donut order. The door opens and you barely have time to register the whiff of familiar scent that floats by you when you look up and lock eyes with Mr. Grumpy himself.

You smile in greeting.

“You,” he answers.

Your grin widens. “Me. What are the chances? Your favorite bench stealer!”

He sighs heavily and glances back at the door to the bakery before pinning you with his stare again.

Now that the sun isn’t shining in your eyes you have a better chance to see the color of his. They’re blue. A gorgeous ocean colored blue framed by long, dark, and thick lashes.

His attention strays down your body and you feel tingles everywhere his eyes touch.

“Here for something sweet?” you ask.

He never gets the chance to answer because a man comes up behind him and grabs his shoulder, giving him a slight shove to move in front and say hi.

“Barnes! Aren’t you going to introduce me to your beautiful friend here?”

You smile warmly.

“Sam. Sam Wilson,” the friend says in introduction.

“Hi Sam!” you greet and give him your name.

“Barnes didn’t tell me he made a new friend,” Sam says.

“Barnes?” you repeat.

You direct your question to Mr. Grumpy whose been standing there silently murdering Sam with his eyes since he appeared.

Sam smiles triumphantly. “This here is James, but his friends call him Bucky.”

“Hi Bucky. Nice to officially meet you!”

Your tone is light and airy, and you wave.

“Hey,” Bucky answers, then turns to Sam. “Let’s go, the guys are looking forward to these donuts.”

“Is he always this grumpy?” you ask Sam.

Silence falls between you all, but it only lasts a moment, broken then by Sam’s loud cackle.

“Oh, I like her already!” Sam says.

Ignoring your comment-and Sam’s-Bucky repeats, “let’s go Wilson!”

Sam returns the favor, ignoring Bucky and focusing on you. “You should come down and visit us at the VA sometime. He’s never grumpy around the guys.”

“So just me then?” you ask with a laugh.

“That’s just because he thinks you’re beautiful,” Sam winks.

You steal a glance at Bucky and note the slight pink color that paints his cheeks.

“It was nice meeting you Sam. And you too Bucky.”

With those last words and a smile, you skirt past them and walk into the bakery. After placing your order you’re shocked to find Bucky standing at the pickup counter, hands in his pockets and shuffling on his feet.

“Miss me already?” you tease.

He doesn’t answer and instead hands you a business card. You take it and look down, reading the information for the VA and Bucky’s name.

“Thanks,” you say, meeting his eyes again and noting the pink still coating his cheeks.

He doesn’t answer but you think you see his lips lift into what might be a small smile before he casually strolls off.

His jeans are molded perfectly to his perfect ass, and you sigh.

“Are you going to go visit him?” Diana asks through a mouthful of donut.

“Nah,” you answer.

Diana’s eyes bug out of her head with a gasp.

“Um you said he was insanely hot. I don’t’ get it. You don’t NOT go visit.”

“You do if he’s a grumpy jerk.”

Diana laughs. “Maybe he needs to eat more of these donuts!”

You roll your eyes. “He had a whole box of them. He was with his friend Sam who was also hot. I should go visit him.”

“Ohhh make Mr. Grumpy jealous. I like it.”

You shove the card into your bag and grab a donut.

“I think we need more donuts for this day,” you retort.

After a long donut filled debate with Diana you decide to make the call to the VA office. To your happy surprise Sam answers.

“Hi Sam,” you say and tell him your name, thrilled he remembers you.

“I was just thinking I’d like to bring some treats down to the office this week. Is there anything in particular I should get?”

You can practically hear Sam’s smile through the phone. He rattles off some orders and then tells you the days and times that would work. When you hang up you feel lighter just knowing you could do something kind.

You’ve never been in the VA building before even though you’ve passed by it many times. The interior is warm and inviting and has a large walnut desk and matching benches nearby.

At the sight of the benches, you laugh to yourself, wondering if Bucky claimed these seats too.

“Hey.”

You barely catch the quiet greeting but look up to see Bucky standing by a doorway. You suddenly feel hyperalert, every inch of your sensitive tingling and awake. You almost forgot how gorgeous he is, his light blue henley fitted around his broad chest and his dark jeans showing off those long and muscular legs.

Your heart flutters as he crosses the hallway, hard expression on his face, before he stares down at the box of donuts.

“You can’t eat them all!”

He gives you a quelling look, though you’re sure you catch a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“I can actually,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone, “but when I’m here I share.”

“What if I want one?” you ask, feeling brave and maybe a little flirtatious.

It takes him a moment to answer as he holds you under his keen regard, sweeping his gaze down your body before it lingers on your lips and finally returns to your eyes.

“Maybe,” he grumbles, then turns on his heel. “Follow me.”

You enter a room with tables and chairs set up and one long counter and cabinets in the back where you see a coffee machine, refrigerator, and small microwave.

“Do you have a favorite?”

His question surprises you and it takes you a minute to realize he’s referring to the donuts.

“OH, yeah definitely. The Bavarian cream is the best!”

“Hm,” he replies.

He doesn’t indulge you with his favorite, so you decide to ask.

“What about you?”

“Glazed,” he says, then adds, “with sprinkles.”

You stare at him for a beat then a laugh bursts out of you.

“I was not expecting the sprinkles!”

You’re too busy laughing to notice his smile.

“Well, I’ll keep that in mind for the next time I visit,” you tell him when you finally catch your breath.

“You want to come back?” he asks, eyes narrowed.

You don’t have a chance to answer because Sam enters the room with a boisterous greeting.

“There you are!” he says. “So glad you stopped by to see us.”

“And I brought donuts!”

“Perfect,” Sam says, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

You look back at Bucky as Sam leads you out of the room. “Don’t eat any of those!”

Bucky’s scoff is the last thing you hear before you step out into the hallway.

After Sam gives you a tour you meet some of the veterans while you share donuts. It’s wonderful to talk with them and make them laugh and you’re happy you made the visit.

Right before you leave you run into Bucky who’s hovering over the last of the box of donuts.

“Slim pickings huh?” you say as you look into the mostly empty box.

“Yeah,” he huffs with a scowl.

“Lucky for you,” you say and open the cabinet above your head, “I stashed one in here earlier before we gave them out.”

You pull out the paper plate and take the napkin off to reveal a glazed donut with colored sprinkles.

He studies you in such a way that your thighs press tightly together in reaction. His expression is irritatingly unreadable as your eyes meet again.

He shifts as if he’s uncomfortable, an awkward silence hanging between you, before he blurts out, “thanks doll.”

His expression morphs into one of surprise and it matches yours, but you recover quickly enough with a warm smile.

“You’re welcome Bucky. Thanks for having me.”

You’re just getting situated with your book on the couch, rain pelting the window outside, when your phone rings.

Sam’s name lights up the screen and you answer with an excited, “Ghostbusters, whaddya want?”

The silence your met with is unexpected as you were hoping for one of Sam’s bright laughs.

“Tell me that’s not how you answer your phone normally.”

At Bucky’s weary comment your smile falls. “Bucky? I thought it was Sam?”

“You sound disappointed,” he points out.

“Only because you seem bothered by my amazing phone answering skills. I’m sorry that one got lost on you. Sam would have loved it.”

“So, if you knew it was me calling what would have said?” he asks.

“Uh…hello?”

“Uh hello?”

“No…just, hell, ugh! Why are you calling me from Sam’s phone.”

Silence again.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah…I didn’t have your number and wasn’t sure you’d answer if I called from mine so…”

“Ok,” you say. “And now that you have mine just text me and I’ll have yours.”

He’s quiet again before he continues in a rush of words.

“So, we’re having our annual fundraiser gala soon and Sam mentioned that you said you’d like to volunteer more, and we could use some help planning.”

“I’m definitely interested,” you cheer. “When should I come by?”

You get all the information you need from Bucky and then hang up, his conversation stilted when you started getting more excited and telling him that you were looking forward to working with him and helping. He hung up with a mumbled goodbye and never text you to give you his number.

It makes your thoughts of his disinterest solidify and you try to let it go and focus on the good you’ll be doing.

The week moves slowly but when Friday comes around you feel the same lightness from the last time you visited the VA. It gives you renewed energy, and you open the door with a smile, searching for the familiar face of Sam or Bucky.

You don’t see either of them, so you head down the hallway to the small dining room. Sam is at the front by one of the windows. He waves, pointing to his phone to signal he’ll be right off, and Bucky is at the counter.

He turns to face you, and you walk over.

“Hey,” you say.

“Hiya doll,” he answers.

Confusion washes over you at his sweet endearment, but you push it down and focus on what he’s holding.

“More donuts!” you exclaim.

“We always have them,” he says lightly. “I got you a Bavarian.”

At your silence you feel his eyes on you, and you drag them away from the perfectly powdered and filled deliciousness in the box.

“Why didn’t you text me?” you ask without thinking.

“What?” he says, his brow furrowed.

“You never text me to give me your number.”

His attention never leaves you, his gaze drifting from your head down to your feet. When he reaches your face again he stares and pulls his phone from his back pocket.

“Can I have your number?” he asks quietly.

“Sure,” you say and take his phone to program it in.

“Thanks,” he says.

“And thank you for my donut,” you finally say. “That was really thoughtful.”

He nods and grabs a glazed before motioning for you to follow him. The rest of the day is spent pouring over invites and food orders as well as any little detail that needs to be squared away before the event.

Most of the time it’s you, Sam and Bucky seated at a table, but Sam leaves occasionally to take a phone call or manage something in the office.

During the down time you learn more about Bucky, asking questions and mostly getting abridged but not unfriendly answers. He seems genuinely interested in what you have to say and that, again, confuses you more as to his intentions-if he has any at all.

Once the sun has set and you’re worn out you help them clean up then gather your things.

“How are you getting home?” Sam asks as you walk together to the door.

“I think I’m gonna walk,” you tell him.

Bucky makes a sound of disapproval behind you.

“What?” you turn and ask.

“It’s late,” he states.

“And?” you answer.

“It’s not safe.”

“I appreciate your concern but after sitting most of the afternoon I want to walk.”

“I’ll walk with you.”

At Bucky’s statement both you and Sam give him a wide-eyed look.

“You don’t have to do that,” you tell Bucky.

“Nah, he’s right,” Sam chimes in. “He should go with you. I would offer but I’m in the opposite direction.”

Sam tries to hide his smirk, but it’s written all over his face, so you just smile and accept Bucky’s kind and gentlemanly offer.

“Just gimme a sec. I want to grab something from my bike.”

“Bike?” you murmur as you track his movement toward a sleek black motorcycle parked at the curb.

Holy shit.

He doesn’t say a word as he walks back toward you.

“I didn’t know you had a motorcycle,” you say.

“Yeah,” he says while running a hand through his hair. “You know…easier in the city.”

“Smart and badass. It’s beautiful.”

That’s when he smiles at you, a real smile, for the very first time.

You nearly swoon.

“Yeah?” He looks boyishly pleased about your reaction.

You nod and give the bike one last look before you fall into step beside him. You chat about everything from the upcoming event to how he met Sam and even find out more about his motorcycle. He’s more open and comfortable and indulges you with more details about anything you ask.

As you pass by a bar a large crowd of young people come out, clearly drunk and rowdy as they sway and swerve as a mass toward you.

Bucky links your fingers together and deftly slides you out of harms way. Your skin tingles, little sparks of feeling shooting up your arm and it’s all you can concentrate on until the group passes by and continues down the street in a clamor.

“They seem like they’re having fun,” you giggle. “Thanks for the save there.”

The corner of his mouth starts to tilt upward and then he remembers he has a hold on your hand and his eyes drop and widen and he quickly let’s go, clearing his throat and mumbling, “no problem.”

“Did you ever go out like that and get wild?” you ask after a beat, hoping to lighten the mood again.

“Who me?” he asks and blows a raspberry. “Nah. I’m not really into big crowds much.”

“Then you should really enjoy the gala next week,” you say wryly.

“Right?” he answers. “If it weren’t for such a good cause and important to me, I’d skip it all together and stay behind the scenes.”

“Well at least you’ll have Sam!” you say in support.

“Actually…he’s usually caught up in everything since I leave all the talking and canoodling to him.”

“Canoodling,” you repeat and cover your mouth to stifle your laughter.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I can’t imagine you not wanting to canoodle.”

Your delivery drips with sarcasm, and he throws you another killer smile.

He has the sexiest smile ever. Of course he does. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t smile a lot, because of its killer effect? Or is he really just Mr. Grumpy? One or the other.

When you reach your apartment you walk toward the double doors, thanking him for walking you home. Searching for your keys in your bag you end up dropping your phone, bending to pick it up at the same time Bucky does.

You bump heads and he immediately apologizes and rests his hand gently on your forehead.

“You ok?” he asks, rubbing his thumb soothingly.

“Yeah,” you say, slightly breathless.

His gaze drops to your lips and lingers before coming back to your eyes.

“Hey um…” he starts, those beautiful blue eyes studying you, sweeping over your features, as if tallying every little detail he finds.

“Yeah?” you ask, giving him a sweet and reassuring smile.

“Uh, thanks, for the help today. I’ll see you soon.”

You deflate at his quick departure; telling him it was “your pleasure and you’ll see him later.”

You’re not even to your apartment door when your phone chimes. You retrieve it from your pocket and see Bucky’s name on the screen.

You open the text and nearly drop your phone again.

'Do you want to be my date to the fund raiser?'

Like sunshine bursting through a cloud, you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach, a fluttery warning that you’re way in over your head.

“What are you going to wear?” Diana asks as you stand in front of your closet.

“I have no idea!” you sigh. “I asked for a dress code, and he said ‘formal’…and that’s it. Then I asked what he was wearing, and he said, ‘a tux.’”

“Not very chatty, is he?” she mutters.

You shrug at stare at your closet that has nothing appropriate in it.

“Looks like we’re going shopping,” Diana says as she jumps off the bed and grabs her bag. “Come on, we’re gonna find you something that will knock his socks off.”

Bucky picks you up in a town car, and you smile graciously as he opens the door for you, your internal nerves wild as you wait for his reaction to your appearance.

Unfortunately, his reaction isn’t worth the nerves because he stares blankly at you before giving you an abrupt nod of greeting.

All the while you try not to drool over him in a tux.

When you arrive inside you can’t hide your beaming smile. It looks beautiful. All the details having come together perfectly to create an elegant yet comfortable atmosphere.

“You’re really doing wonderful work here,” you tell Bucky.

He holds out his arm for you and smiles. “Thanks doll.”

“You’re here!”

You turn at the familiar voice. Sam hurries over and takes you in.

“Wow,” he says, raising his brows. “Lucky man Barnes.”

He claps Bucky on the shoulder. “Enjoy yourselves. I’ll be around if you need me.”

Bucky places his hand on your lower back and leads you across the room to the table. Your breath catches at the sensation of his hand on your bare skin, but you try to shake it off.

His hand presses deeper into your back, and you follow his guide. People greet him and he says hello, but he doesn’t stop to chat.

“Shouldn’t you be taking the time to talk with these people?” you ask.

“Probably,” he says as he pulls out your chair.

You snort because he sounds like he couldn’t care less.

You’re the first people at the table and you stare at the fancy centerpiece.

“It really does look amazing in here.”

Bucky glances over it all, bemused.

“It does. I guess it’s necessary.”

“What do you mean,” you ask.

“I come to these events for Sam and the veterans. I want to raise money and help but if it were up to me it would all be quiet and low key. This kind of socializing isn’t my first choice.”

Turning to study his handsome face, you smile. “Is any kind of socializing your choice?”

He throws you a dark but amused look. “You’re funny”

You hold back more laughter and touch his knee, giving it a soft squeeze. His eyes meet yours and you swallow around the sudden sensation of your racing heart.

Needing to break the intense eye contact, you turn to observe the room, noting that more people are heading to their tables.

You spot Sam talking to a lovely woman and you feel Bucky’s smile.

“Sam likes her,” Bucky says quietly.

“Who is she?” you ask in a whisper.

He leans into you, his breath tickling your cheek as he murmurs, “the daughter of one of our veterans. They’ve met a few times, and I can tell he’s totally taken with her.”

You turn your head slightly, bringing your faces just inches apart. “She’s lovely. I’m sure she likes him too.”

His attention moves from Sam to you, and his eyes narrow as he realizes how close you are. But he doesn’t move back. Instead, he searches your eyes.

Your heartbeat skips and you’re almost afraid to breathe.                      

Needing to break the tension once again, you wrench your gaze away and find Sam shooting you a quick glance.

“I have the sudden urge to run over there and embarrass him,” you say with a devious smile.

Bucky’s answer is to move away but only because he throws his head back in laughter.

“I’d pay to see that,” he replies, mischief dancing in his eyes.

Before long, your table is filled, and Bucky introduces you to the people he knows. The older couple sitting nearest to you is just smitten with both you and Bucky, peppering you with questions and hanging on your every word.

They tell you their life story too, how they found each other and fell in love and have been together ever since. It warms you and you give his thigh another squeeze under the table.

He places his hand over yours and brushes his thumb across your knuckles.

The food comes and you turn his way, lightly tugging on your hand.

“I need that to eat,” you giggle.

“Oh, right,” he says with one more sweep of his thumb before he releases you with a soft expression.

The food is delicious, and you find yourself smiling between every bite.

“You two look like you’re having a good time.”

Bucky stiffens next to you, and you wait for his move before following his gaze to the older woman standing behind you.

“Don’t you look handsome as always James,” she comments then flits her eyes to you but doesn’t say anything more.

Bucky smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Mrs. Whitman. How are you?”

“Fine, just fine. Now I need to steal you away for a moment.”

Bucky’s eyes lift over Mrs. Whitman’s shoulder and his lips turn down in a frown.

“I can’t, sorry Mrs. Whitman. I’m here with someone.”

He looks at you and smiles.

Mrs. Whitman sighs, clearly annoyed.

“You can’t spare just a moment?” she pleads, trying to appear genuine.

“Sorry,” Bucky says as kindly as he can.

Without a goodbye she huffs off and you wait until she’s far enough away before looking at Bucky. His frown melts away as your gazes lock.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “Her husband was a veteran, and he recently passed. She’s been trying to set me up with her daughter since, but I’m not interested.”

“I hope I didn’t cause you any trouble,” you tell him.

“No. Not at all doll. She can be rude sometimes, but I think she’s just struggling with grief and doesn’t know what to do with herself. I feel bad, but like I said. I’m really not interested.”

You smile reassuringly then excuse yourself to the bathroom, needing a little air. When you return, you see Bucky hasn’t moved from his seat and his gaze is zeroed in on the hallway to the bathroom.

As you cross the room toward him, his eyes drift down your body. His gaze lingers on your bare shoulders and the sway of your hips and by the time you reach the table, you need another restroom break to cool off.

He doesn’t move out of the way, so you have to brush up against him to sit back down. When your eyes meet, his are heated. You stare at each other, the music and chatter around you fading away.

The lovely old woman next to you breaks you out the haze when she asks where the restroom is. You point her in the right direction, telling her you’ll happily escort her, but she refuses kindly and slowly makes her way through the crowd.

Once she’s safely down the hallway, you look away and find yourself staring at Bucky. His face is close.

Too close.

Or maybe just close enough depending on how you look at it.

His eyes search yours and you ignore the rushing in your ears as you close the distance between you and gently brush your lips over his.

Your mouth tingles from the brief touch as you pull away.

He scowls hard at your mouth, but you’re not sure if it’s because you kissed him or because you barely kissed him.

“What…?” he starts to ask roughly, but a loud banging at the front of the room, startles you and pulls your attention away.

Sam stands at a small podium, a smile on his face as he greets everyone.

Nice timing Sam.

‘How’s work today?’

You smile at you phone and Bucky’s name on the screen.

‘It’s going…’ you type back. ‘How about you? I know you said your day was going to be busy.’

‘Up and down. We made some really good progress with one of our veterans today, but we lost one of our oldest members to cancer.’

‘Oh Bucky. I’m sorry it’s been a tough day. Do you need anything? I can come by on my lunch break.’

‘Thank you doll, I appreciate it. But it’s unfortunately something I’ve gotten used to. Comes with the territory.’

‘I’m here if you need anything.’

‘Thanks.’

You’re just clearing your desk at the end of the day when your phone rings. You smile at the sight of Bucky’s name, and you’re not surprised considering you’d received a text to inform you that your delivery had been successfully made.

“Hey,” you greet.

“Hey.” His voice is low, a little hoarse. He clears his throat. “You sent me donuts.’

You grin at how confused he sounds. “I did and cookies.”

In fact, you sent him a dozen glazed- with sprinkles of course- donuts and a box full of assorted cookies from your usual favorite bakery.

“I wanted you to have a little treat after a long day. I know you might be used to it but that doesn’t mean it isn’t hard on you.”

He’s quiet so long you have a horrible feeling that you may have crossed a line. But then he speaks.

“Thank you doll. I really appreciate it.”

You smile and try to quell the butterflies dancing around your stomach. “You’re welcome!”

“I’ve never had so many glazed donuts to myself!” There’s a teasing tone to his confession.

“But you have to share the cookies!” you tell him, trying to sound stern.

“Yeah, I’ll do my best,” he laughs. “But really, thank you.”

“It was nothing,” you say trying to shake off the giddy feeling he’s giving you with a shrug he can’t see.

His voice is gravelly when he promises, “it’s not nothing to me.”

You teeter on your feet. “Well, I’m glad it cheered you up a little. I’m just heading out of work so…”

“So, I’ll let you go.”

Did you hear a smile in his voice?

“I’ll see you this weekend for Sam’s BBQ?”

“Yes! Looking forward to it,” you say.

“Great doll, see you then and I am too.”

With that, he hangs up and you stand at your desk and try to slow the rapid beating of your heart.

Bucky picks you up on his bike and you’re barely ashamed at how excited you are to ride with him.

He revs the engine when he pulls up at the curb where you’re standing and settles the bike with his leg on the sidewalk.

“No helmet?” you ask with a wave.

He sucks in a breath and his eyes are glued to your legs.

“Wrong outfit?” you say as you track his gaze. “I can go…”

“Nope,” he says quickly.

He hops off the bike and offers a hand to help you get on, squeezing his eyes closed when you get close to him and your shoulder brushes against his chest.

“Are you ok?” you ask him, looking up into his blue eyes.

“Yep. All good,” he says, voice strained.

You narrow your eyes at his sharp tone but take his offered hand and help onto the bike. Once you’re wrapped around him and pressed to his back you lean up and say, “what’s going on? You seem grumpy today?”

“Nothing,” he replies before revving the engine and pulling away from the curb.

It doesn’t take long to get to Sam’s and when you arrive Bucky parks his bike and hops off lithely and you wait for him to offer his hand to help you off.

To your surprise he takes you by the waist and lifts you off the bike in one easy movement. Your body is plastered to his as your feet slide to the ground.

You shiver at the contact.

“You cold?” He frowns at you.

“Nope,” you answer, looking away and straightening the bottom of your dress.

Over his shoulder you see Sam walking your way.

“There you two are!” he yells.

You wave and smile.

“You look gorgeous as always,” Sam says.

Sam leads the way to the backyard and Bucky places a hand at your lower back. Your brain fritzes and it’s all you can think about as you walk through the yard saying hello to people as you pass.

When you reach Sarah, Sam’s sister, you greet her with a warm hello, having met her once before at the VA. Bucky joins in the conversation, his fingers still warmly pressed into your skin when he starts to draw little circles on your lower back.

You suck in a breath and trip over your words and then he splays his palm and slides it around to your hip, drawing you into his side.

Your heart stops.

Sarah doesn’t seem to notice or if she does she doesn’t make it known and when Sam calls for her help she rushes off with a promise to come back and chat after.

“You seem to be in a better mood now that we’re here,” you say as you turn your eyes to Bucky.

His eyebrows draw in. “I…you look gorgeous.”

Your lips part and your mouth falls open.

“You always do. You did at the fund raiser. You do today. It’s just…I’m not good at…”

He trails off, his words dying on his lips and his cheeks turning your favorite shade of pink.

His words fill you with relief and you swear that it’s the lingering heat of that barely there kiss from the gala that you can’t seem to forget because the next thing you know you’re grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling his lips down to yours.

You intend it to be a quick kiss, but he brings one of his hands to the back of your neck and the other presses deep into your back as he takes over. Your small gasp turns into a moan, and it ignites him. He deepens the kiss, hungry and desperate and it sets every inch of you on fire.

“Uh, there are children present.”

Sam’s voice cuts through the moment like a bucket of cold water and you move back. Bucky’s hand flexes at the back of your neck as if to stop you from moving away from him. You breathe hard and state at each other.

Best. Kiss. Of. Your. Life.

Bucky appears dazed enough for you to believe maybe it was for him too.

The party around you comes back to life and Sam’s broad smile fills your vision. He claps Bucky hard on the back. “I knew ya had it you Barnes!”

Sam saunters off with some extra pep to his step and you watch him walk back into the house. Bucky’s fingers close around yours and he tugs you away from the crowd.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

He doesn’t answer but just holds tightly to your hand until you reach a small garden enclosed by a low white fence. At the back there’s a wrought iron bench just big enough for two.

“This is so pretty,” you whisper as he walks you through the garden.

When you reach the bench he turns your way.

“You’re really going to share the bench with me?” you ask playfully.

His answer is to lift his hand to cup your jaw, his eyes dropping to your mouth. You hold your breath as he leans in. The first contact he makes is just a brush of his lips over yours. The briefest sweep.

“I’m sorry I was such an ass that first day we met,” he whispers against your lips. “I was having a rough day but it’s no excuse.”

“It’s ok,” you breathe out. “I forgive you.”

He does it again. Sweeps his lips along yours and you hear the quietest moan escape his throat as he leans in closer, pressing his soft, strong mouth to yours and taking your top lip between his.

With a smile forming against your mouth, he tilts his head and kisses you with a heat that rivals the one only minutes ago. His free hand slides around your waist and smooths along the curve of your spine, dragging you up against his body.

Without an audience he kisses you long enough to have you pulling back for need of air.

“Bucky,” you whisper, grabbing his biceps for support.

“I really am sorry,” he murmurs.

“You’re good at that.”

“At what?” he asks, distracted by your mouth again.

“Kissing.”

He hums. “That’s only because I’m kissing you. And I plan to keep kissing you. For as long as you’ll let me.”

“Forever sounds good,” you whisper at the feel of his lips hovering over yours.

“Won’t be long enough but it’s a start doll.”

[seungkw1]

sugar sweet in a million ways — lsm

💿 birthday - ten 🎶

♡ pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut, pwp [18+ mdni] ♡ wc: 2.9k ♡ warnings: sub!seokmin, (very)softdom!reader, but lowkey also switch!seokmin and switch!reader oops, unprotected piv sex (fr do not do this), mutual masturbation, fingers in mouth, cowgirl, breast/nipple play, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), creampie, size kink!!!, dk nose appreciation!!!, LOTS of whining sorry i wrote it what do u expect, seokmin is down BAD dude, excellent aftercare, fluff at the end | petnames (m. receiving - good boy, pretty) ♡ a/n: happy birthday @miniseokminnies!!!! figured my first dk fic should be dedicated to the world’s biggest cuties g hehe. hope u like and hope i did your mans justice, i did my very best <3

Seokmin is - and always has been - a sweetheart. The man who steals kisses then runs away giggling, who gets excited every time he gets to tell you about a dog he met that day, who buys you flowers for no reason other than to see you smile. He simply would walk to the ends of the earth and back for you. 

Seokmin is the epitome of the ideal lover - always treating you tenderly, checking in every step of the way to make sure he’s loving you exactly the way you want him to, prioritizing your pleasure above all else. And goddamn does he know to touch you in all the right places. His hand resting on the back of your neck as he draws you into a deep kiss, his soft lips kissing your breasts as he navigates your body with ease, his tongue dancing across your pussy as he savors your taste, his cock filling you to the brim - not just fucking you, but thoroughly loving every inch of you. He is everything you could ever want in a partner - and so much more. 

Seokmin loves you dearly - but three months into your relationship, you find out he’s been harboring a secret. Without a doubt, he absolutely adores showering you with affection, treating the bedroom as the altar upon which he worships you. But, beyond the confidence and gentle masculinity lies a man who wishes, sometimes, that the roles were reversed - a man who yearns for you to take control.

“Ready, love?”

Seokmin nods, the expression on his face already pathetic, and you haven’t even started yet.

You flash him a sweet smile from across the room. Seokmin sits on the bed, back resting against the headboard, legs outstretched over the sheets, wearing nothing but a pair of soft gray sweatpants. The outline of his cock stands out against the light fabric - with no underwear on either, his bulge is practically on full display. You can already see him getting hard. 

“What’s the rule again, baby? Tell me,” you instruct.

You see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows, anxious but excited. 

“No touching myself until you say so,” he answers. It comes out barely more than a whisper. 

“Good boy.”

His cock twitches. You smirk, pleased with how easily you’re able to get a rise out of him.

You recline comfortably in your chair, still fully clothed. Your hands reach to your breasts, lightly squeezing them through your sweater. Seokmin takes a deep inhale, exhaling steadily in a futile attempt to mellow his accelerating heart rate. Reaching for the hem, you begin to lift your top, taking your sweet time as you peel the sweater from your torso. As you reach your chest, you tug the knit fabric up and over your bra, taking a moment to caress yourself once more through the cute lacy undergarment. He shifts slightly upon the mattress. Pulling the sweater over your head and off your body, you toss it aside, letting one hand slip downwards. You spread your thighs, letting your dainty skirt drape across your lap enough to showcase a great deal of skin, but still covering your core. 

“Should I keep going?” you ask, fiddling lightly with the skirt’s hem. 

“Please,” he begs immediately. 

You lift the skirt up, revealing your bare pussy.

“Oh,” he utters, his voice deepening. 

You grin, shifting so you can lift your legs, swinging your calves over the chair’s arms to give him the clearest view. You drag your fingertips up your cunt, collecting the arousal that has pooled there and bringing it up to your lips, leisurely licking it off. Seokmin’s cock has quickly grown in his pants, forming a sizable tent in his own lap.

Your hand drifts back to your clit, stroking it gently, evoking a low hum resonating from your lips. You close your eyes as your fingertips work the bud, caressing it delicately with a practiced hand. When you open your eyes again, Seokmin is squirming. Despite his attempts to remain still, his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, his jaw clenched, the bedsheets crumpled in his palms as he grips onto them tightly.

“You like watching me, baby?” you coo at him.

“Mhmm,” he mumbles pitifully with a fervent nod. 

“I bet you want to touch yourself right now, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” his voice wavers. “Can I…”

“Not yet,” you decline. “But take those pants off for me, would you?”

He obeys, gripping the waist of the sweats and lifting it over his thick, fully-erect cock. He shimmies out of the pants and lets them plop onto the floor. You gaze at him longingly, mouth watering at the sight of him before you, fully nude and painfully hard, utterly losing his mind over you. This is agonizing for you both - you’d love nothing more than to leap out the chair and throw yourself at him, but you know the delayed gratification will be well worth the wait.

You let out a soft whine as you slip two fingers inside of your drenched, aching cunt, eager to be filled. Slowly you begin to fuck yourself, letting low hums of pleasure drift from your lips; it feels good, but you know this is nothing compared to how good Seokmin is going to feel inside you. Growing restless, you quicken your pace, squirming against the seat as excitement swells in your gut. Seokmin’s head falls back against the headboard, eyes glassy as he watches you. His white-knuckled grasp upon the sheets has only tightened, the fabric furrowed around his fists. His cock stands tall, its head bumping against his stomach as it pulses wantingly, desperate for relief. 

“Oh my god, I’m gonna die,” he groans, his chest rising high and falling deep with each labored breath. “Please let me touch myself.”

You nod, gazing at him through heavy eyelids. 

“Go ahead, baby.”

His hand flies to his cock, gripping it tightly in his fist. He lets out a sharp, loud moan.

“Oh fuckkkk.”

He begins to steadily stroke his length, fighting against the urge to jerk his cock at breakneck speed lest he cum all over himself in three seconds. As badly as he craves release, it needs to be in your mouth, in your pussy - anywhere, he doesn’t care, as long as it’s for you.

Slowly you retrieve your fingers from your cunt - any more, and you risk cumming far too soon. Swinging your legs to the floor you rise, sauntering over to Seokmin. He gazes up at you, hopelessly pathetic, hand rhythmically rising and falling as you approach. Leaning over him, you bring your fingers to his lips; eagerly he accepts, sweetness gracing his tongue as he savors your juices - a taste he can never get enough of. With an abrupt release he lets go of his cock, leaving it throbbing against the air, desperate for relief. You draw your fingers from his mouth and wrap them around his girth. He whimpers as you drag the mix of spit and juices up and down his length.

“Does it feel good, love?” you coo at him.

“So good,” he exhales breathily. 

“You know what I want?” you mutter softly, leaning in, your noses brushing as your lips hover in front of his. 

“What is it, baby?”

His breath is hot on your lips, his eyes gazing up at you from under thick dark lashes, ready to give you anything you desire. 

Slowly you climb onto the bed, swinging one leg over his lap, resting your knees against his outer thighs as you straddle him. You grip his cock in your palm, guiding it toward your core, running the head along your slit.

“Ohhh my god,” Seokmin whines as his cock throbs in your hand. “So wet…”

He reaches for your skirt, lifting the fabric up so he can see. Your pussy glistens as you grind against his cock, the stickiness of your arousal spreading over its length. You align his tip at your entrance, lowering yourself slowly, the head pressing against your hole for the briefest of moments - but your cunt is too eager. It slips inside you with ease, causing Seokmin to let out a pitiful moan as your walls swallow his cock. You rest your palms against his chest as you slowly accept more of his length, groaning softly as he bottoms out. You sit there for a few moments, letting yourself adjust to the stretch - because no matter how many times you’ve fucked him, his size never fails to overwhelm you.

Breathing heavily, your chest rises and falls right in front of Seokmin’s face. He gathers your skirt in his left hand, keeping it lifted as he slips his right hand around your waist, reaching up your back and undoing the clasp on your bra. He practically yanks the garment off your body, chucking it across the room before grasping onto your breast. He kneads the soft skin in his hand, giving your boob a few good squeezes before guiding it to his mouth. The tip of his tongue flicks across your nipple, licking it delicately, before suddenly latching on. Your head falls back, soft moans escaping your lips as he starts to suck on the bud. Reflexively your hips grind back and forth, and you begin to ride him.

“Oh my god, Seokmin…”

The sound of you moaning his name sends an electric shock through his body. His mouth glides to your other breast, sucking the nipple as your pussy wraps around his cock so deliciously. You begin to bounce faster, and faster - he releases your nipple, grabbing onto your hips and pushing your skirt up again to watch his cock disappear into your cunt. His thumb reaches for your clit, easily locating the sensitive bud, making you cry out at the gentle pressure - heat rising in your belly as your body begins to tense up. 

“Fuck that feels so good,” you whine as you sink onto Seokmin’s cock over and over again. “Make me cum, baby.” 

He increases the pressure upon your clit, making you moan his name again. You clutch onto his chest, fingernails digging into his tan skin as you ride him, tears running down your cheeks as his thick cock fills your pussy with each stroke. Finally, the sensations become wholly overwhelming - your orgasm takes over, pleasure pulsing through your body as you cum on his cock. He rubs your clit perfectly, just the way you like it, guiding you through your climax as your body shakes atop him. The high is incredible, and you savor every lasting moment of it. 

He slows as your body starts to relax, releasing the bud and wrapping his arms around you as you collapse onto him. You cling to his torso, burying your face in his neck as you catch your breath, deep sighs filling the room as you come back down to earth. Seokmin rubs your back softly, kissing your cheek lovingly as you lay there entangled with him. As you recover the ability to form coherent thoughts, you realize just how hard his cock is, throbbing against your walls as it rests inside of you. You sit up, smiling as you see your partner’s face - he gazes up at you, desperation off the fucking charts. As if drunk off your orgasm, you can’t help but let out a giggle, 

“You look so pretty like this,” you coo as you run your hand through his hair. He gulps, using all of his willpower to not just cum in you right this moment. He groans as you shift, slowly letting his length slip out of you. He looks down, the sight of your drenched pussy dripping onto his wet cock making his mouth water.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me,” you praise. “Where do you want to cum?” You stroke his jawline with your fingertips, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, but he shakes his head.

“Not yet,” he mutters.

“What? What do you m- whoa!” you yelp as he flips you over onto your back, rolling himself on top of you. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, but you start to giggle as he kisses your neck. His kisses trail down your body, across your breasts and over your stomach as he scoots down the bed. Finally, he reaches your core, his lips hovering above your still-pulsating clit. You nearly shriek as he grabs your thighs, shifting your hips as he lifts your legs up, knees just about meeting your chest as he practically folds you in half. He begins kissing your inner thigh, making his way down to your core - he sticks his tongue out, nearly licking your pussy, but instead he starts kissing your other thigh.

“Stop teasing me,” you laugh as he nips at the tender skin with his teeth. He grins, giving you a wink. 

“You got it, babe,” he replies, before burying his face in your cunt.

“Oh FUCK,” you cry out as he sticks his tongue into your hole, his nose rubbing against your clit deliciously.

“Tell me what you want, love,” he mumbles into your folds. “I’ll do anything you want.”

“Oh god, keep doing that,” you beg. “Feels so fucking good.”

Your body begins to wriggle beneath him, chest rising and falling as he fucks you with his tongue, hips grinding your clit further against his nose. You stroke his hair, running your fingers through the dark locks as he eats you out hungrily. You grip onto the sheets with your other hand, trying to still yourself, but to no avail. He knows exactly how to touch you to drive you fucking crazy.

“Want your fingers in me, please,” you whine breathily.

Seokmin looks up at you, brown eyes normally so soft and kind now overtaken with pure lust. His fingertips flutter through your folds, touching you gently, tracing circles around your clit before slipping two fingers inside you. You cry out as he pushes them deep into your pussy, curling his long fingers upwards to reach your g-spot with ease. Electricity jolts through your body as he latches his lips onto your clit, suckling on the bud as he fucks you. His tempo is slow at first, easing you toward another orgasm; but as you squirm against the bed he begins to quicken his pace. His fingers pulse in and out of your hole as his tongue dances skillfully across your clit, making you see stars as your eyes roll back into your head. You cum again, even harder this time, a powerful shockwave pulsing through your body as your cries of pleasure ring through the air. Seokmin’s name escapes your lips between the otherwise unintelligible babbling; he holds as still as possible, not letting himself grind his cock into the mattress - because he’s so fucking turned on right now that any amount of friction against his dick would make him cum all over the place. He yearns so badly for release, but he knows exactly what you both want.

Retrieving his fingers from your cunt, he crawls back up to you, his leaking cock pressing against your core. He brings his fingertips up to your lips; you eagerly put them in your mouth, tasting yourself as you suck your juices from his hand. He slips his cock inside you once more, your soaking pussy gratefully accepting his size. He slides his hands to your wrists, pinning your arms above your head as he starts fucking you. He doesn’t go slow this time, he can’t - it doesn’t even matter, because he’s already about to cum.

“Oh my god, baby, feels so good, so perfect…”

You wrap your arms around him, pulling his body into yours with a tight squeeze - and with that, he releases.

He moans loudly as he cums, his cock pulsating into you as hot ropes of cum spill against your walls. The overwhelming sensation of fullness makes you let out a string of whimpers into Seokmin’s ear. 

“Fuckkkk, baby,” he groans, his cock still releasing inside you. After every last drop of his cum fills your pussy, his body relaxes, squashing you against the bed. 

“Hey!” you squeal with a giggle as you sink into the mattress. “You’re squishing me!”

Seokmin raises his head, looking at you lovingly through heavy eyelids. 

“Sorry, love,” he tells you with a big cheesy grin. He lifts himself up, shifting his weight off of you, slowly retrieving his cock from inside you. As his length leaves you, you feel his cum spilling from your pussy. You sigh at the sudden emptiness, reaching up to grab his face, drawing him in for a kiss. 

“I love you,” he mutters softly into your lips. “So much.”

“I love you too,” you mutter back, before kissing him a dozen times more. 

Quickly but gently he gets you cleaned up, heeding great care to your comfort - but always with Seokmin, you could never be more comfortable. He smiles to himself as he watches you struggle to keep your eyes open; you always get so sleepy after sex, and he finds it incredibly endearing. Crawling back into the bed, he pulls the sheets over the both of you, tucking you in as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you tight. You giggle, snuggling yourself deep into Seokmin’s embrace. Neither of you had bothered with clothes; the warmth of his body radiates against your skin as he holds you - it should be too toasty, given that both of you are covered in a thin sheen of sweat, blood pumping and endorphins rushing. But, as everything always is with Seokmin - it's perfect. 

taglist: @kyeomiis, @tinycatharsis, @hannieween, @smiileflower, @exomew, @seventeenhot

[marvelkiddie]

Cheeky hands

Based on this request

You loved drawing pretty pictures for mommy was one of your favorite activities, she always loved them and placed them on the fridge door or in her office by her desk that always made your little heart fill with pride, that’s what you were up to today, drawing a beautiful picture making sure to use every crayon that you owned, when you remembered mommy had some fancy glitter pens in her room, grabbing your drawing with you, you walked down the hall from your room to your mommy’s and started looking for the fancy pens, they weren’t where you last saw them so you had to start snooping around to find them, mommy’s room was always very tidy everything was in its place so you made sure to look around very carefully, you looked in the closet, in the bathroom for some reason, under the bed, in her vanity but no sign of the pens, you were about to leave when you noticed that you forgot to look in one place silly me! you said to yourself as you made your way to the nightstand next to mommy’s bed, where did mommy put them? mommy has candy in here!? a boring book hmm some rings you looked through the drawers giving up on finding the pens when your little eye caught sight of something bright pink and funny looking in that moment Wanda got in the room, you hadn’t notice her presence before so she spoke softly asking what you were doing just looking for your fancy glitter pens mommy but can’t find them you said Wanda walked in to get the pens from her purse when she noticed what you were holding y/n! what are you doing with that!? You can’t take mommy’s things without asking, snooping around in mommy’s room is very naughty! she yelled at you and took the pink toy from your hands your lips were quivering and you looked down at the floor im sorry mommy I didn’t mean to be bad, you sounded so upset and looked so sad that Wanda calmed herself down and walked your way, honey im sorry for yelling at you it’s just this is not a toy I mean it is but not for little girls like you, you looked up at her with teary eyes then who is it for? Wanda sighed knowing that you wouldn’t ignore this so she came up with the best answer she could in the moment this is a toy for mommies sometimes we need to have a little toy to keep us company what for? you pushed hmm hey how about we go downstairs and have some cookies huh? you nodded but didn’t move but how does your toy work what does it do? i wanna play too Wanda thought cookies would do the trick but she knew you were very curious all the time and this wouldn’t be the exception hmm mommy will show you but just one time okay? but you can’t ever take mommy’s things again specially her toys got it? yes mommy she took the toy and suddenly it started buzzing and vibrating you let out a squeaky giggle when she pressed it on your leg up and down it’s tickling me! you said between giggles and Wanda turned it off standing up to leave until you said do you use it to feel ticklish mommy? she turned to you and sighed putting her hands on her hips yes pumpkin sometimes I have some tickling that needs to get taken care of and my toy helps me now please let’s go get some cookies and do something else please and thank you baby okay mama you said as you stood up and grabbed her hands on but the idea of the tickle toy was still in your little head Wanda could sense your curiosity creeping up so she made a mental note to put her toy in a safer place out of your reach and all her other toys as well.

[ppnuggiexxx]

Can I request Bael content, it can be headcanons, dating, hobbies, etc on Office Daddy?

-> bael dating hcs | whb

• tw :: afab reader ,, oral sex ,, mentions of scent and smelling (philia) ,, pegging ,, praise ,, nipple stimulation ,, mentions of vaginal sex

• an :: idk abt no office daddy 🤨but i can def do hcs for him :D he truly is quite precious ! i did both sfw and nsfw for him <3

sfw -

| • being with bael can be hard at times with how busy he is . convincing him to take a break is a bit difficult ,, and even if he knows its good for him he still refuses to

| • he tries to be nice with his baking ,, but its safe to say youre not taking a treat from that tray at all . he feels disheartened at times but he knows he's not the best with it

| • when he does have the time to show affection ,, hes usually so tired and he wishes he could stay up more to spend more time with you ,, even if you dont mind it

| • do be patient with him <3 hes trying his best !

| • though hanging out with him can include introducing him to different past time activities that can help with his stress ,, like painting pottery or doing little drawings or paintings

| • or cooking with him and monitoring his actions to make sure the cookies you bake arent diabolical ,, and then seeing his face become happy when you actually take a bit . you make a reminder that maybe next time not as much salt needs to be added to the batter

| • when hes resting he likes to lay beside you ,, maybe letting his head fall into your lap and feeling you play with his hair . its quite comforting and lulls him to sleep easily

| • he mostly dreams of you too ,, of your future together with him and the things you could do

| • he appreciates all you do for him; relieving his stress ,, stopping naberius from turning into cerberus when amon wants to tease him ,, helping stolas with his anger (very rare) and making sure amon isnt sleeping on the ground constantly

| • it helps the whole palace ,, especially when you start to help bael get into a better routine than just working constantly

| • now he takes more breaks and rests more ,, leading him to get more work done than he was beforehand

| • it means so much to him how much effort you put towards him ,, he feels guilty about how much time you put into it but he is secretly grateful for it all ,, even if it would be better if beelzebub would just do his work instead of pushing it onto bael

nsfw -

| • bael is usually tired most the time you spend with him ,,though he does try to make up for it ,, even in bed <3

| • he enjoys eating you out when given the chance ,, no matter if its been a while since you've last showered or if youre on your period ,, hes waiting patiently for when you'll reward him

| • close enough to smell you and your scent gets him aroused enough ,, the more you start to sweat during sex the more he craves your scent

| • with your legs on each side of his face ,, thighs pressed tight against his cheeks ,, he is feasting on you and doing his best to relieve any stress he has from working so much

| • he loves getting lost in your touch ,, licking away at your sex and enjoying your taste for as long as you'll allow him to

| • though he wants you to cum a few times ,, at least two times ,, before he asks for any pleasure or if you'll allow him to cum that night

| • bael loves letting go and just letting you control his desires ,, hes so used to running a whole country at a whim and wants to be pampered every now and again

| • whether you decide to have him lay on his back and peg him that way ,, or fold him into multiple positions ,, rubbing his hardened cock as you thrust into him is all up to you !

| • though his nipples are quite sensitive ,, so be careful brushing against them <33 his cock twitches in your hand every time you happened to rub or even suck them

| • he whines when you do ,, back arching into your touch

| • go ahead and grab his waist too ,, its only fair you use it for leverage when thrusting into him . thats what his slutty waist is there for ,, right ?

| • though on days where hes been run through rough ,, being on the more softer side may help

| • pressing soft kisses along his body and to his lips ,, brushing his hair out his face and riding him slowly while your praise him ,, it all makes him melt in your touch

| • he thrives for the days where you hold and cuddle him close ,, taking sex slow and gentle rather than being more rough

| • he almost cries during those days ,, wanting to stay there forever in your arms ,, burying his face against your chest and savoring every second he gets

[ragana62]

Latvian and English I would say are my primary languages that I know best in terms of learned first and use most.

Spanish, French, Italian might be next most comfortable, only because Spanish I learned near the time I learned English only with a bit less regular practice, and the other two I had to sing in for years, and those years were more recent than the ones below had as much verbal use.

Then German and Russian, where I read better than I speak these days but I do know decently enough.

Other than that, I can read a bit of Polish (but can’t speak a word of it to my knowledge), took Latin as a child and remember exactly enough of it to put a few things together, and have been trying to pick up a bit of Hebrew for my partner’s sake, though not particularly successfully yet beyond a slow progress at getting better at reading it.

There are a few dead languages/dialects I know decently, or at least once knew decently when I was in my academia years, but I’m not entirely sure where we are drawing lines in terms of reading Old English as a different thing than knowing modern English as a primary utility language. I do know a few different runic scripts decently enough still though, even if it would definitely take me much longer to get them than it once would.

It would be nice to learn others. A part of me has always felt like I should learn Portuguese and Romanian, seeing as I have pretty much every other major romantic language on there, or to add more non-European languages just for a bit of variety and broadening my horizons now that I’m not living there or learning languages almost exclusively for the purposes of either singing opera or accessing more primary sources in my area of study. I’ve also had an idle thought that it might be interesting to start trying to pick up endangered languages and dialects; Livonian, Karaim, Karelian, Skolt Sámi, etc. but by nature those are often a bit harder to find ways of learning without major travel involved from where I live now, which hasn’t been an option. If any of you know a person who knows a good resource (or yourselves know a good resource), let me know though!

I’m also trying to learn High Valyrian, but that is a fictional language so it’s a touch different I think.

Thanks for the Tag!

@seantealefan @vintagedkm

and anyone else who would like to join, passing it on to you!

I'm curious, what languages do my mutuals know?

I speak both English and German, and I know some very basic phrases of Finnish, Spanish, and French.

Tag your mutuals!!

@serene-sky-kid @halcyon-xxy @plutonium-sky @ari-skycotl @arsolitaforever @beigetiger @ejsuperstar

If I forgot you, I'm sorry, and don't be afraid to join in regardless <3

[bokettochild]

Yo. If you're still in a chatty mood, can I get your thoughts on Sky's reaction to finding out Legend is his blood descendant? Like, what's your favorite idea? Immediate papa bear mode? Cries and shows him off to everyone in his era because that his baby? Does Sky keep it calm? Doesn't wanna overwhelm Legend so he just leaves the ball in the veteran's court? What's your absolute favorite version of Sky's reaction?

(Mine is Sky becoming an instant dad and lifting Legend up, Lion King style, to show off to Sun XD)

As much as I adore the idea of Dad Sky (as we've seen in Flight To My Heart) I think the most in character option is for him to sort of struggle with it. Not immediate acceptance but more confusion of what his relationship should look like now, because if Time and Twilight are any indication, he should be taking a paternal role in Legend's life, right? Except, wait, they already have a brotherly relationship, so does he have to give that up now? Will Legend even accept that?

I think he'd have his moments where he sees Legend as his equal and even someone to look up too, because Legend's so smart and he knows a LOT about the world Sky is still new to, and he's got a ton of experience. But, there are other times where he glimpses where Legend's weak or struggling and he tries to be his rock, because that's his brother! But the reality is that they're not that far apart in age. I like Legend being 16-17 and Sky being early twenties; 20-21, and as someone in their early twenties with younger siblings in their late teens, I can say for a fact that it's too small of an age gap to act in any sort of parental role, especially to a kid who's not looking for a parent! Which we all know Legend won't be (especially with all his abandonment issues and lack of consistent parental figures during his growing up years).

I actually was working on something Sunday that cover this, so I'll share a snippet below (its technically for TBoHH, but shhhh, it's relevant!)

(Warriors POV for context)

  Sapphire blue slip away, downwards, brows heavy over the top and shading them as they draw tight together. “Should my feelings have changed when I found out? Should I be- I don’t know- Legend's-”    Warriors isn't aware he’s reaching out until he’s done it, hand resting on a broad shoulder only a moment because he still needs both to speak, but the moment his brother is meeting his eyes again, the captain is answering. “You’re still young, Sky. Legend’s young too, but he’s not young enough to be your actual kid. He’s your brother, and though you share blood, you have no obligation to start treating him like Time does with Twilight. Honestly, I doubt he’d appreciate it if you did.”     Because Legend is like Mask. The vet is sharp and harsh, but he trusts Sky for some reason, and looking at the two, it’s not unlike the behavior of his own two charges. Sky, like Wind, braves the storm that is his little brother and betters him by doing so. Legend, like Mask, feels free to lower his guards before the other, but he doesn’t rely on him for his needs, for guidance and wisdom, not like their rancher does with their leader. They're brothers, and though a bloodline says otherwise, they’re best that way.    “Legend doesn’t look to you as a father, though I dare say that boy needs one. If anything, I think he’d be pissed if you tried to change what you do have.” And despite himself, despite his better judgement saying not to put anything on shoulders already heavy with new weight, Warriors finds himself continuing anyways. “The vet trusts you. I don’t know what you did, but he looks at you different then he looks at us. Taking away that to change it, to make it what Time and Twilight have, that will break it. Trust isn’t a thread we can weave how we want it; it’s a blade you have to wield with care, and any change you make can’t simply be unraveled, it’s permanent.” 

[kirbyoutofcontext]

KIRB YOUR ENTHUSIASM, 20 ISSUE CHAT

I've now read 20 issues of the Fantastic Four. aside from reading Watchmen, this is my first foray into the world of comics and so far it is absolutely incredible.

I have had several issues now where I had to take a walk after reading it because it was so good. sometimes this shit fucking goes.

If you are trying to get someone into comics, start with the fantastic Four. I mean my god, #4 alone is an all timer but hitting that insane run on 13-16 with #17 making me feel like I was actually on FIRE. UUUURRGH it's GOOD.

And you get #9 Namor Financial Humiliation! You get Ditko inking space monkeys!!!

AND ISSUE 6. I ALMOST FORGOT 6. It was INSANE watching Namor and co in Space with Doom!

Yes, there are a handful of issues with the writing. It was the '60s. I don't think Stan Lee understood communism or women very well. I also don't think he saw the vision that Kirby had for Sue Storm. I see it but I'm not the one writing for her.

anyway, god damn, I have been through casual funnies and gut-wrenching emotions and tense action and even more tense arguments. No wonder people are obsessed with the Fantastic Four

a personal note under the cut

I started reading these comics just literally right before I came out as a woman to my friends.

Obviously Benjamin Grimm stands out as a very powerful representation for dysphoria and Susan Storm is the only woman on the page

But she's more than just a woman on the page to me. When Kirby is at his best, You will see it. She did it in issue 17 and that's part of what made this so good for me. She also did this against the super skrull which was 18? I think? And she had a failed attempt for the first time ever against molecule man in issue 20.

Susan Storm basically has no power. her only ability is to turn invisible which is something that she already possesses as a woman. They point this out all the time with Dr Doom. Always underestimating her, always highlighting her femaleness in the ways that he dismisses her. but Susan Storm does not care. She knows that she has no defense, she knows that she doesn't have fire or super strength or rubber flesh. She is just a woman. but she will always be the first one to say "let me get in the most dangerous position. put me in a mission critical spot and I will get the fucking job done" And she does.

When Kirby puts her in impossible situations, whenever she overcomes those impossible odds all by herself, it is amazing. She fucking radiates on the page. She becomes so real. And it never feels like some kind of fan service. It feels like part of her character, her core traits. She is always doing this She is always looking at a dangerous spot and saying I need to be there because I know I can do this.

In issue 17, she has two entire pages that are just her and Dr Doom engaging with each other And she fucking obliterates him. And not only that but Kirby draws him being terrified. his words are bold but his posture is so so weak

He is scared of this woman. He's scared of this woman because he knows that he might not be able to stop her.

And that's just so powerful to see as someone who just came into herself as a woman for the first time in 33 years