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chuluoyi · 4 months

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✎ rivals... in love?

- gojo satoru x reader

gojo is in shambles—so suguru might have a crush on you too?

genre: high school!gojo being a menace but pls spare him he just can't take losing, you see... crack, totally jealous!gojo, justice for geto, enemies to lovers, fluff

note: people have been asking for this so this is up next! i'm writing this while listening to bigbang's bang bang bang and fantastic baby so if gojo is a bit unhinged... you know why

a part of gojo's love entries

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No way. There is just no way.

Satoru felt his eyes itch and twitch uncomfortably. Despite the opaque black tint of his sunglasses, he could still distinctly see you happily giggling.

“Geto-san, that’s so funny!”

With Suguru. His ride or die. Your massive crush.

Your crisp laughter rang in his ears, scorching his ego and igniting it in flames—that was precisely the reaction he had hoped to receive from you too!

"Aren't they just cute?" Yaga was suddenly beside him with a wistful smile, looking at you and his other student a few feet away. "What do the television say again... a perfect match? In this case, a perfect match made in jujutsu school, then."

And responding to your bubbly self, creating the very picture of perfect match made in jujutsu school indeed, Suguru was every bit as enthusiastic. “Nah, wait until you see this—”

"Perfect match my ass," Satoru grumbled outwardly, rolling his eyes, but he immediately dashed away before his teacher could bonk him in the head for cussing.

It was harmless conversation, or jokes, or whatever. Because Suguru couldn't possibly reciprocate your feelings. His type is women of gravure magazines—Satoru had deemed it as such.

…Right?

At this point, he wasn't in enough denial to say that he didn't like you, because he had made it so clear that he was, in fact, obsessed. He wasn’t shying away from the things he did, which included annoying you constantly, asking you out after school, helping you in missions, and sending you few pick up lines here and there.

And he thought he was certain he could whisk you off your feet. After all, who else could measure up to him and win?

Heh, no one.

(or basically that's just him ignoring the intrusive little voice in his mind that whispered, “Suguru!”)

“So what's with the nice act, huh?” Satoru blew his bangs in a huff as he questioned his best friend with a twinge of dissatisfaction. “Do you like her or something?”

Suguru quirked his eyebrow at him. “What?”

“Don’t play dumb. I have noticed how you two have been joined at the hip lately,” and with deliberate intention to spite his best friend, he made the sourest face as he mockingly recited, “Wait till you see this~”

Instantly realizing what he meant, Suguru burst into a loud snicker. “Come on, Satoru, really? Surely you aren't that petty. We were just chatting—”

“Not that. I know. What I'm asking now is that do you like her or not?”

It wasn't a rare sight to see Satoru with a pout and a frown, and usually he'd humor him. But this time, even Suguru could see that there was something different in the way he asked this. And should he say something that irked him then—

“Heh, so what if I am?”

That's the wrong answer.

Satoru halted abruptly, whipping his head around in sheer shock. "What the heck?"

“She’s a nice junior, kind, easy on the eyes,” Suguru shrugged, flashing him a dauntless smile. “Only a fool would let the chance pass up. Satoru, if you keep dawdling, one of these days, I just might—”

“Wha—hey!? That’s totally foul—!”

“Nah, they do say all is fair in love and war now, isn’t it?”

By a mind-boggling twist of events, apparently his best friend was also a guy after his dream girl. Satoru was irked, challenged, and he would never admit it, but a tiny part of him recoiled because Suguru clearly had an early start and a boost—you favored him first.

This was unexpected, and now he was conjuring up various scenarios of what he should do. He must act fast or else...

Little did he know that Suguru was thoroughly relishing his restlessness.

Everyone around you said that your relationship with Gojo Satoru... is intriguing to say the least. And especially ever since that one botched mission you two went, you also felt there was a shift in your dynamics.

And if by intriguing they mean him constantly blocking your way and invading your space, then yes, it definitely is.

"Okay, okay, but wait, just hear me out!"

You halted your steps and faced him with an annoyed frown. You really had no time for this. You were about to be sent on a mission. "Gojo, really, can't you just—"

"Okay, I know he's dashing, or whatever," he huffed, the last word he said with a hint of disdain. "But hear me out, and I'm sure you'll reconsider."

"Who are you talki—"

"Who else!? Suguru, of course!"

You couldn't possibly arch your eyebrow even higher, and before you could say anything, he somehow took it as his cue to keep going.

“First, he eats curses. Cursed spirits! He eats them like rice balls! Can you imagine just how foul the taste is?”

"Gojo, I don't have the time—"

"Then! Going from that, just imagine kissing him," he stressed, eyeing you intensely as your own eyes felt like popping out by the sheer suggestion. "What if you taste the cursed spirits rice ball?"

"You're unbeliev—"

"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friends—"

"He's your best friend!" you finally interjected, obviously and utterly in shock by his unhinged rambling. "How could you say all of that?"

"No, you're getting me wrong." Satoru's clicked his tongue. "I'm just listing facts why it's better for you not to end up with him."

You barked a dry laugh. "And? Better with you, you mean? That's awfully biased."

"Why yes of course! Self-promo is never bad," he blatantly retorted. "Let me just tell you aallll you need to know about me!"

He audibly cracked his knuckles and puffed out his chest. "You know already, I'm strong. I can protect you well. My cursed technique doesn't involve eating curses, so you don't have to worry about tasting the said curses on my lips."

How could he blurt all of this with that perpetually playful expression? A chuckle escaped you unwittingly and that only spurred him to go on.

"And I'm handsome!" he boldly claimed, pointing at his face with pride. "And obviously I don't need to say this, but I'm filthy rich—"

At that, you burst into hearty laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.

Satoru's eyes sparkled, lit as if someone had just made his day. "All in all, you know what I mean. Everything with me, all of it is going to be fantastic!"

Even you couldn't deny that all of this exchange had been so amusing. Hilariously so. "You're down bad, huh?" you tried to taunt, although it seemed like a burst of snicker. Yet, you were caught off-guard when he said:

"For you?" his little smirk made your insides suddenly all jumbled up. "Yes."

Huh? What is this? Your bravado faltered a bit as your heart did a somersault inside.

It wasn't supposed to thump this hard. You weren't supposed to feel this overwhelming urge to squeal too. And your face wasn't supposed to grow this hot...

Seeing that, Satoru celebrated his little win, a wicked smile on his glistening lips—that somehow looked rather attractive to you now. "How? Thinking twice now, are we?"

But he couldn't believe that after all this, you would still cunningly retort with, "Ha! You wish, Gojo Satoru."

His stunned face was so comical that you chuckled once again. You wanted to rebuff him more, but before you could, Haibara's voice called you from a distance. "Heeey! Let's go! Or we're gonna be late!"

"I suppose that's my cue," you lightly shrugged, and before you left him in a dust, you could've sworn you saw a flicker of brewing tantrum behind those glasses, which brought a smirk on your face. "See ya, try harder, and I might look at your way."

Satoru was at his wit's end as he saw you sauntering away. What more that he could do so that you could be his? To keep your eyes on him and him only?

And yet, little did he know, in that beginning of summer in 2006, even before you realized it yourself, you had already did.

Epilogue

In another corner of the school, eagerly spying on you were...

"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friends—"

"Did he just..." Suguru gaped, utterly in disbelief at what his own best friend said of him. "Did he just say that?"

Shoko let out a satisfied guffaw. "Oh, he definitely did."

"I can't believe he's tarnishing my name over a girl."

"Well, you know very well he could do way worse than that just to get what he wants," she threw him a thin smile, while exhaling a puff of smoke. "And hey, you lose. You gotta pay me."

Suguru turned to her in surprise. "Huh? Oh—oh, darn it. Shoko, can't you be less stingy?"

"Well, whose bright idea was it to pull that stunt on him and bet on whether Gojo would approach her in less than a day?"

-> continue to extended cut !

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yrthr · 1 year

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☾ PERFECT PLAN ? ; PARK GUNWOOK

gunwook masterlist / zb1 masterlist ; wc 0.76k

➛ genre / trope ; shy cofident ➛ warnings ; cursing , mentions of food

“ PLEASE. “

“ no. “

“ PRETTY PLEASE ? “

“ no. “

yuqi shook your arm back and forth using her whiny baby voice while you gave her a judgemental yet unimpressed look.

she pouted , letting out a small puff of frustration as she laid her head on your shoulder.

“ i’m not that mean , plus i’m waiting for him to make the first move. “

“ yeah by the time he does we’d might as well marry each other and have kids. “

you looked down at her , “ i’m down. “

the bell rung. the end of recess.

yuqi chuckled sitting back up straight and putting both of her hands on your shoulders , giving you her best serious face that she could muster up.

although that just made her look like an angry cat.

“ my dear child , i might separate from you once again to enter the gates of hell which you may know as chemistry. i trust thou will know what to do when the time comes. “

yuqi gave your shoulder a firm hard pat before picking up her things and leaving your classroom with a ‘ cya ‘

“ … what the fuck yuqi. “

after she left it got you thinking… should you carry out this elaborate yet stupid plan.

both you and yuqi were aware that the class president , and seat-mate , gunwook had a massive crush on you.

to be fair , he wasn’t very good at hiding it.

it started from casual talk when you became seat-mates then texting , passing notes and cute doodles during class , copying his homework , him borrowing your items , you borrowing his jacket to sleep on. [ he tried to discourage you from this activity but he couldn’t help but take this chance to admire your features as you slept. ]

overtime you noticed the small little details such as him blushing whenever you accidentally brushed fingers or the frequent glances he’d give you.

this was confirmed when another one of your friends , gyuvin , asked gunwook in which he went on a full tangent on his small [ big ] crush on you.

you easily fell for the class president too , just that you were way better that hiding it.

after weighing the pros and cons you decided to go through with the plan , after-all the worse thing that could happen is embarrassing yourself and having to drop out of school to not show your face in school again.

plan recap : ask who is crush is , he wouldn’t say who it is , you reveal it , confess and he confesses and boom. easy.

you took a deep breath mentally preparing yourself for the incoming events. which just on queue , the wooden doors slid open revealing the man himself.

“ hey ! you didn’t go to the cafeteria today soo i got you a small snack. “

gunwook pulled out a egg and mayo sandwich , offering it to you.

you smiled thanking him placing the sandwich on your desk.

“ also i have to ask you something. “

“ yeah ? “

“ do you have a crush ? “

you saw his eyes slightly widen and the way his shoulders tensed up a bit. a small blush coated his puffy cheeks and he started fiddling with his fingers.

‘ he’s more shy than i’d thought he’d be ‘ you thought , fighting the urge to giggle.

“ yeah , its you. “

gunwook looked at you with a sudden surge of confidence , he maintained eye contact his body now leaned back onto the chair with his arms crossed. [ although the blush still remains on his face ]

that.. did not go according to plan.

“ wait wait do you not feel the same way ? oh shit i’m so sorry ! gyuvin told me to just say it whenever the day comes but like oh my god why did i listen to the guy ?! “

“ no ! i… do feel the same way it’s just , wow , i didn’t expect you to be so straightforward. “

his face instantly relaxed as he let out a few embarrassed yet amused chuckles.

“ so… you like me too ? “ he asked all smily and giggly seemingly unable to revert back to a resting face.

“ was it not obvious ? actually yours was way obvious. “

“ no it wasn’t , i hid it well. “

“ oh please the whole school probably knew “

the playful banter continued and underneath the tables his hands reached for yours , intertwining them in a perfect fit.

“ OH MY GOD LOOK GYUVIN THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS ! THEY’RE— “

“ JESUS SHUT UP YUQI THE HALLWAY ISN’T SOUNDPROOF. “

“ SHUT UP LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT. “

“ ITS THEIR MOMENT ? YOU’RE JUST CREEPILY STARING AT THEM FROM THE WINDOW. “

“ YOU’RE DOING THE SAME ? “

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someforzari · 4 months

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Omg something abt watching this edit made me think of brothers bsf niki and I'm abt to explode

A/N: no smut obv, just fluff, reader is Jake's sister, Jake is aware of Niki's feelings, niki is a flirt, Niki is in love, set in UK (for some reason), kind of short (like reader).

Let me know if I should make part 2.

Female reader!!

(Actual fic + video under cut)

Niki was your brothers best friend. He was also your neighbour of 6 yrs, upon moving to this neighbourhood, Jake and him quickly became friends and you often saw him at your house or at his if Jake brought you along.

On one of your days off from work and school, he came over with 2 boxes of pizza because Jake had invited him over for video games and a movie. You opened the door because Jake was too busy tackling Sunghoon who beat him in Mario kart for the 5th time. Niki couldn't help but spark an interest in you since the first time he met u. Dare I say, he liked you.

"Hi Niki" You greeted.

"Hey _____, how are u pretty?" He said looking down at you.

Your heart flips at the nickname, it wasn't unusual for Niki to give you nicknames but all of them were jokes and silly names (eg: shorty, armrest, gnome, Santa's elf etc)

"I-" You were abruptly cut off by Jake pushing past you to hug the taller boy and welcoming him in, grabbing the pizza from him.

You and Jake were very close, thats why he always protected you and indulged your reckless behaviour. Jake loved you more than anything and knowing Niki, he knew the younger boy wouldnt treat you badly, ever.

Jake knew Niki's feelings for you and he didn't disapprove of the idea of you two dating.

Rolling your eyes, you locked the door and went into the living room where Jake and all of his friends played games and drank soda. As you normally do, you grabbed a slice of pizza and a can of coke and left for your room.

Niki was staring at you as u walked away, smirking to himself.

A few hours passed and you quickly got bored of your room, of course, you decided to go annoy your brother.

Walking into the living room and winking at Sunghoon to signal your plan, he quickly moved over to the single lounge chair leaving space for you to sit between Niki and Jake.

Jake caught on and asked Sunghoon why he moved.

"It's more comfortable here plus your massive arm isn't digging into my stomach when I get close to winning" Sunghoon joked.

Jake chuckled not minding that you sat between him and Niki as it was normal for when you got bored. Niki, however, gulped loudly when he saw how close in proximity you were to him.

You watched the boys play and laughed at some of their jokes but evidently got bored again only this time, you had jake to annoy. You waited until he was close to winning when you reached over your legs to the coffee table, pretending to get your coke and pushed into him gently when going backwards. Not too hard but hard enough to knock his hand out of place, both Niki and Sunghoon getting to the finish line before him.

"_____!!" He shouted right as Sunghoon started dancing in victory and Niki laughed clapping his hands.

"Sorry!" You weren't sorry. "I was getting the can but you were too close to me so I nudged into you!"

"Cmon Jake don't be a sore loser" Sunghoon said sitting down and patting niki on the back as a well done.

Jake grumbled under his breath and started the next game. Video games weren't really your thing so you went into the kitchen for a snack since they ate all the food already. Noticing the fridge and cupboards were empty, you went to ask Jake for money to go do some food shopping.

"Jake, can I have like 20 bucks" without even asking you what you needed he just threw a £20 note at you. "Thanks"

Niki couldn't help but smile when you guys made eye contact and you shyyed away.

You left the house locking the door and finding your car in the driveway.

(Back in the house)

Jake waited until he could hear your car engine start to speak up.

"So, Niki, what happened to that girl you were dating? Jenny was it? Janice?" He said curious to know more qbout the boy's love life..

"She broke up with me a few months ago because her parents didn't approve."

Jake just hummed, nodding at his response.

It got quiet for a moment until Sunghoon spoke up.

"Niki do you think you will start dating again anytime soon?"

"I've thought about that and I think I won't jump to the first girl who asks me out, this time, I'll wait for the right girl."

Sunghoon nodded "Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Yeah, but you guys aren't ready for it."

"Oh come on, tell-"

The sounds of the door opening and closing interrupted sunghoon as you entered and waved the packet of crisps in the air. All 3 men began cheering as you threw it at Jake and it hit him straight in the head causing you and the 2 older boys to laugh as Jake held his head in his hands. You ran to your room as Jake ran after you. Holding the door and locking it in Jake's face. He was banging on it and yelling at you to open it. Eventually, he stopped and went back to the living room. Although, he wasn't going to give up that easily. He sent Niki to talk to you and get you to open the door, Niki obviously didn't decline because it was alone time with you.

"_____? It's me Niki. Open the door I'm not gonna let Jake in."

"You promise?" You asked making his heart swell with adoration.

"Yes I promise."

Unlocking the door and creaking it open slightly just to peak out and make eye contact with Niki. He smiled warmly and you opened the door enough for him to walk in, eyeing the hallway cautiously. Making him laugh and pull you into the room, fully locking the door.

He felt a surge of confidence from being alone in a room with you and as you turned around he crept behind you and pinned you against the door.

"Nik-!" You yelled and he hurried to cover your mouth for fear of Jake thinking you were in danger and breaking the door down.

"I'll move my hand, but don't shout, please"

After calming down, you nodded quickly and he moved his hand slowly resting it on your shoulder. He sighed thankful that you didn't shout, and grabbed your waist, hugging you.

"What are u doing?" You whisper-yelled into his bicep.

"I don't know, but if you want me to stop, just say so."

After getting no response, he scoffed lightly and pulled away to look at you. The look in your eye made a light pink hue fall on his cheeks as he smiled.

"_____..."

"Yeah?" You answered softly.

"Can I kiss you?" He was desperate to, but he wanted to make sure he could.

Instead of answering him, you wrapped ur hands around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. It happened too quick for Niki, as he felt his face grow hot and his hands exploring your small back, kissing you deeply.

Oh, how badly you've wanted to kiss him since year 8 (9th grade) but never wanting to break the bond you and him had. You could kiss him forever but the sound of Jake laughing loudly from the living room startled you, causing you to break away from Niki and open the door quietly. Gesturing him to the kitchen where you both waited for something to happen, the sound of Jake's voice broke the silence.

"_____? You okay, it's been a while."

"Yeah, I'm alright." You answered back.

You and Niki crept to the doorway, Niki hiding behind the wall, reassuring you that Jake couldn't see him. Jake and Sunghoon walked over to see you by urself.

"She's okay dude" Sunghoon said annoyed.

Jake sighed lightly. "I know, had to make sure though."

You smiled softly at them and look in Niki's direction, only to see him smirking at you and lifting his eyebrow at you.

Video here

(Credits to aesphae on tiktok)

#enha #enhypen #enhypen niki #niki #niki x reader #enha fluff #enha angst

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mack-devereaux · 11 months

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I’ve loved you this whole time.

Part 2

Nico Hischier x Y/N

Part 1 has been posted for about a month I think. Sorry to those I made wait, I had a hard time figuring out where I wanted this one to go. This part does contain smut, there’s not a ton of detail but please only 18+. As of right now I don’t plan on making a third part but who knows.

Picture is from Pinterest

Enjoy 😊

~~~~~

Y/n was out of breath as she was moving a box of books across her store. She had just gotten a bunch of new signed books in and she needed to rearrange the store. The bell chimed and she looked towards the entrance to see Nico coming in with a cup of coffee.

“Oh my gosh you’re the best” she smiled at him.

“I figured you needed a little pick me up, now what should we do next?” Nico asked.

“I need all those boxes over here” y/n stood with her arms crossed looking at the piles upon piles of books. Nico let out a long breath, not entirely sure how someone so little could have torn apart an entire store in less than 20 minutes since he went to go get coffee.

“How about we put all these away first, although I do admire your motivation” Nico said steering y/n away from the massive pile of boxes. He was right, she was getting too ahead of herself. As she was sorting the books she looked over to Nico who was putting together more shelves. As he was reaching over his head his shirt rode up a bit and she found herself losing track of what she was supposed to be doing. How was it humanly possible to look like that she thought to herself. He looked like Adonis himself. A book slipped out of her hands and dropped to the floor with a loud thud and she snapped back into reality.

“You ok?” Nico smirked, he caught her, a while ago, she was zoned out for a good two minutes before she realized she was distracted.

“Yep I’m good” she turned around immediately and walked to her desk. Embarrassment flooded her features. Taking a drink of her coffee she felt arms wrap around her middle, he whispered in her ear “you know we’ve been seeing each other for a while, it’s ok to admit you’re insanely attracted to me.”

“Oh my god Nico!” She pushed him away laughing.

Pulling her back he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, she relaxed into him. He pulled away and pressed another kiss to her forehead. He walked back to the shelves he was supposed to be working on, and she went back to stacking books on to the shelves that were already up.

Nicos phone started ringing on the desk, he glanced over at y/n, “would you mind answering that for me love.”

“Sure” she smiled at him, walking over to grab his phone she looked at the contact, “it’s your child calling you.” Nico laughed as she answered “hey Jack”.

“Y/n? Is this y/n? Like the actual y/n” Jack asked.

“Uh” she glanced at nico “yes?” Y/n put the phone on speaker not really knowing where this was going. Nico stopped what he was doing, knowing Jack was up to something. From the stories Nico had told her Jack was quite the character. He called and texted often, she was glad he had close friends on the team who missed him.

“Oh my gosh finally. You have no idea how much he talks about you. Y/n this. Y/n that. Don’t get me wrong I’m sure you’re a wonderful person, you’d have to be if Nico liked you-“

“Ok Jack that’s enough what do you need” Nico had said kinda embarrassed by Jacks rambling.

“Umm hi Nico I missed you too” Jack scoffed. Nico rolled his eyes and y/n giggled, “I just wanted to say hi, and see if you had asked her yet out but clearly you have so I’m just seeing how my best friend is doing. Also y/n do you sell those smutty books in your store? You should give one to Nico he could use the info from them I’m sure”.

“Goodbye Jack” Nico said as he hung up the phone.

“Well he is quite the character” y/n said after a moment.

“Yes he is” Nico sighed. Y/n started giggling and then Nico did too.

“Well I do have some smutty books” y/n stated looking up at Nico.

“I’m fully aware y/n don’t start that” Nico said as he realized she was teasing him as well. After deciding she had teased him enough she went back to organizing and he went to finish the shelves.

A few hours had passed and they had finally put the little shop back together. She fell into his side and hugged him “thank you for helping me today, I really do appreciate you” she said grinning up at him.

“It was nothing y/n I’m just glad I got to hang out with you today” he shrugged.

“Ready for movie night then” she asked.

“Absolutely I am.”

~~~~~

Nico sighed at the relentless buzzing of his phone.

From: Jack

Did you make a move yet?

Have you slept with her?

Have you even kissed her?

You’re losing daylight man.

To: Jack

Oh my god Jack leave me alone.

That sounded hostile, I’m sorry.

Obviously I’ve kissed her.

But seriously quit texting me.

From: Jack

Ok rude.

To: Jack

I said I was sorry.

From: Jack

Omg are you with her still?

From: Dawson

MAKE A MOVE MY MAN

To: Dawson

Ugh not you too.

~~~~~

“Is everything ok?” Y/n giggled.

“Yes, my children keep bothering me, I’m sorry love.” Nico tossed his phone off to the side after silencing it.

“Jack is funny” y/n said snuggling into Nico as they both sat on the couch in her apartment.

“I’m glad someone thinks so, remind me to never introduce him to you, he’ll scare you off I think” Nico said as he scrolled through the tv to find a movie to watch.

“Don’t be dramatic” y/n rolled her eyes at him.

Nico finally settled on a movie and they watched it in silence, well he watched it. Y/n had maneuvered herself to where she could stare at Nico without being too obvious. He truly was just a beautiful human. If someone had told her a few months ago that he would be helping her in her shop and they would be going on cute dates and spending every waking moment together she would have laughed in their face. Six whole years she had admired him, and in the short time they had spent together she was a goner. She had fallen in love with him so easily. She had fallen in love with the way he talked, with the way he cared so easily for everyone and everything.

In one short moment he had made eye contact with her, and he could feel himself falling even more, if that was at all possible.

“Have you been watching the movie love?”

“No, I’m watching you” she blushed.

He tipped her face up to his as kissed her lightly. It was soft but full of love. He began to lay down on the couch and pulled her on top of him. As the kissing got a little more intense she ground her hips into his, lightly at first to see his reaction.

“Love be careful, at the rate we are going I don’t think I can stop” Nico said softly “Im trying to be a gentleman.”

“Nico” she looked into his eyes, “I don’t want you to be a gentleman.”

Almost instantly he flipped her over to where he was hovering over her.

“Are you sure” he stared into her eyes.

“Yes.”

He kissed her again, clothing was removed, the only sound that could be heard was soft moans and the noise from the tv. He moved his lips to her neck and down her chest, nipping and kissing as he went. He made eye contact as he kissed her stomach. Going a bit lower to where she needed him most, “Nico please” she moaned. He settled between her legs and removed her lace underwear. “You’re so beautiful love” he spoke. He worked his tongue on her clit, moving his fingers in and out of her as her breathing got heavier. Her hands went into his hair as her first orgasm crashed over her. His lips immediately started placing kisses back up her body as he made his way up to her face again. Her skin was so soft. Why hadn’t he made a move before. She was incredible. He settled his hips back on to hers, his hard on pressing into her. After kissing her for another few seconds he removed his boxers and lined himself up with her center and pushed himself in. He kissed her hard as she gasped at the pressure she felt in between her legs. Her nails scratched down his back, he lifted her legs to wrap around his hips as he rolled them into her. Each thrust had him more breathless than the last. As their orgasms crashed over the both of them he collapsed on top of her, they laid there for a few minutes, just enjoying the afterglow of what had just occurred between them. Her hands playing with the hair on the back of his neck and almost put him to sleep.

“Are you ok?” Nico asked as he looked into her eyes.

“Yes, that was perfect” she said. He pulled up one of the throw blankets and laid it on top of them as they maneuvered themselves to a comfier cuddling position. Her head on his chest and his arms wrapped around her.

“Nico?” Y/n had asked quietly. He almost didn’t hear her.

“Yes love” he picked his head up and looked into those beautiful eyes.

“When you leave for Jersey-“

“No,” He cut her off with a kiss, honestly he didn’t want to think about leaving. It broke his heart, he just got the girl, and he had to leave in a few weeks again.

“We will make it work, I promise. I will figure out a way to make us work. I just got you, and I refuse to lose you.”

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A/N: I don’t know shit about boxing, don’t come at me. All I know is from Google. Anyway, we ( @jamneuromain )came up with this story a while ago and I totally forgot about it. It’ll contain a lot of angst, some smut and of course fluff. This trope is so friends to lover (or maybe even a bit of friends to enemies to lovers?) and miscommunication-so If you get angry and frustrated easily…beware🤣

Pairing: Boxer Steve Rogers x Reader

Series summary; There was only one rule between best friends. Don’t have sex. But what happens when you break it anyway?

chapter Summary: Fights are won, titles received and a mistake is made…was it a mistake tho?

Warnings; teasing, silly jokes, slightly insecure reader if you squint, jealous Steve, implied/mentioned Clint x Natasha, alcohol, smut, p in v, fingering, spit kink, Captain kink, cum eating, cum play, creampie, slight breeding kink? Maybe?, squirting, marking (hickeys), angst, cliffhanger Anything else??

Words: around 6 k

Steve Rogers was many things; a talented boxer, intelligent, strong and handsome. His body is built like the ones of a Greek statue or even a god. Over six feet tall. Shoulder to waist ratio that should be illegal. With piercing blue eyes and a sweet boy-nextdoor-vibe that women and men are going crazy over.

Steve Rogers was also your best friend. And the love of your life. Which of course, he does not know.

You’d never tell him that. It would destroy your friendship of ten years. You couldn’t lose him. He was too important. Too important to risk everything for something that would probably never happen- Steve could have every woman or man he wanted. Why would he want you? If he’d want you, you two would already be together. But you weren’t. He didn’t want you.

Sighing you entered the gym, already having waited ten minutes in the car. Why the hell wasn’t he coming? He asked you to pick him up at five. You were on time.

He wasn’t.

“Steve! You’re late!” you entered the room he was training in, currently in the ring with someone. For a moment he looked back at you- before the other person hit him straight in the jaw. “Don’t take your eyes off of your opponent, Rogers. Now go to your girl, she sounds mad.” Steve rubbed his chin lightly, stepping away from the ring.

“Is it time?” For a moment you didn’t listen, being too taken aback by his glistening naked chest… by these gorgeous big pecks… “Don’t stare at my nipples” “but they’re right in front of my face-“ “I’m also not allowed to look at your boobs-“ “Steve that’s different” you laughed, gently punching him in the stomach. He gasped, pretending to be hurt.

You both grinned for a moment. God, you loved this dork. The friendship and comfortable feeling you had with him.

“You’re late. Let’s go-“ “but I need to shower.” You sighed, grabbing his massive, hard and damp with sweat biceps and pulled him with you. “You’ll shower at my place. I’m hungry and I just ordered food for us, so we need to get home soon.”

Steve smiled dumbly, letting you pull him by his arms- but before you left the gym, you told him to put on a shirt which he did.

Within ten minutes you were home and just in time to get the food.

While you sat down on the couch and turned on your current binge-watch-series Steve showered. And you tried not to picture him in your shower, wet and naked… his hard muscles glistening with waterdrops… grabbing his hard dick with his rough hand. Stroking it…

Gasping you shook your head quickly, trying not to think about your best friend in such a situation. God you were so deep in it. Always thinking about Steve- so many inappropriate thoughts- not just those but enough for it to be hard to look into his eyes. How many times have you come picturing him over you? His thick fingers teasing your hole instead of your slender ones, not even being able to reach that special spot. Him kissing you gently, worshiping your body…

He talked about it a lot. Well, about what he did to his partners- which meant not to you. To some one night stands or ex partners… you knew he loved pleasuring others. Taking his time… god, you never had someone this attentive. You’d love to spend one night with him. If you couldn’t have him as your lover… or maybe-

“God not this again. Let’s watch something else.” Steve's voice interrupted your thinking, making you look into your takeout box. You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, making your blush furiously.

„But I like it.“ „but I don’t-“ „And you think I give a shit about- Steve- no- give it back!“ you scoffed, trying to take the remote from him but it was too late, he turned off your binge-series. „We’re watching something else.“

You had to watch some baking show.

Great.

„And I don’t like this-“ „see, now I’m not giving crap about that-“ „Steve you shit I bought you food-“ „And I’m very grateful for that. But I will never, I mean never, watch whatever the hell your show is called“ he grinned, pulling you closer against him, making your heartbeat quicken.

Sighing you leaned your head against his shoulder. „Fine. But I’m mad at you.“ „Nope, you’re not. You love me too much“ Steve laughed, kissing your temple gently. Once again you sighed. You couldn’t be mad at him.

You ate your food, watching people bake while Steve commented on the whole show- while he wasn’t a baker himself. He was shit at cooking and baking. You were always cooking for the two of you- well when he stayed over or was at your place which was actually quite a lot.

You should ask him to pay rent. This thought made your chuckle which of course made Steve look at you, confused. “What?” “Nothing just…thinking” you laughed. Steve couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “Oh you were thinking? That’s a dangerous-“ “I was thinking about making you pay rent.”

“-nevermind.” He stopped his teasing quickly, grin vanishing which made you laugh out loud.

Shaking your head you looked back at the tv. “You’re an idiot, Stevie.”

The name made his heart flutter. At the same time his throat tightened. God, how he wished to be with you. Be your Stevie. But you were only his friend. Best friend… he couldn’t risk this amazing friendship because of a silly crush. (It was, in fact, not just a silly crush. He loved you more than he thought was possible for a human being.)

“But I’m your idiot” he laughed quietly.

You wished he would mean it.

„I’m nervous…“ you heard Steve’s voice after a while. A quiet whisper, barely audible. But you still heard it. „About the next fight?“ asking, you already felt him nod against your neck. Somehow you had changed your positions a bit, both of you slid lower with Steve’s head against your throat. Burying his face against the warm skin of your neck, his cheek against your pulsepoint. “It’s not just a fight… It's about the title of the state champion. I don’t think I can-”

„Steve, you’re always awesome, don’t worry, baby“ you whispered, the pet name slipping from your lips like it was normal. But it wasn’t. You could feel it, as Steve tensed for a moment. Shit. Now he’d think you’re weird. Or… something. But his muscles relaxed immediately after. What you didn’t know is how much he actually enjoyed hearing it. Even though it had surprised him at first.

He wished you’d say it more often.

“Please be there… I think you’re like a lucky charm. Every Time you’re there I win” he smiled against your skin, making the hair at your neck stand. Chuckling you pulled him a bit closer, grabbing a blanket and putting it around Steve’s shoulders. He quickly cuddled closer to you, closing his eyes. “Just sleep a bit, you need to rest” with that you kissed his head gently.

Steve nodded, sighing comfortably. He could stay like this forever.

But he couldn’t, especially not after hearing the awful theme song of the show you were currently obsessed with. “No- I hate this-“ “shhhhh, just sleep” you grinned against his head, pulling him closer to you, holding him in a headlock, making him unable to move. A quiet laugh escaped his lips while he turned around and buried his face against you, not wanting to watch the show. “You’re unbelievable” he shook his head slightly,

“And you’re unbelievably weak for a boxer who’s supposed to- Steve stop!“

With that you two fooled around a bit before you both laid down and took a nap together.

A week later you were standing with Steve in the hall where his match would happen in a few minutes. You could tell he was nervous, seeing as he was fidgeting with his fingers and calming his breath every few seconds.

“Hey- Steve- it’s okay. You’ll do great. I know it” you whispered, gently grabbing his hands and squeezing. Sighing, you let your gaze slide over his face. Steve was really trying not to show how nervous he was but… he wasn’t doing a good job. He was a shit liar. “Your coaches said you’re ready. You’ll rock it. I know, you’ll do” with that you pulled Steve in a tight hug, feeling his muscles relax against you.

After a while Steve had to go into the ring, being introduced as Steve Rogers aka Captain Rogers- or what many people shouted “America's Sweetheart” which made you giggle. You could see Steve’s cheeks turning a slight rosy color, making you laugh in delight.

Steve’s rival was… huge. Like, really, really huge. He was a few inches taller than Steve and pure muscles. People chanted ‘thunder’ like it was a prayer while the referee introduced him as Thor.

He was kinda handsome… Steve noticed your gaze, unknowingly pulling his eyebrows together and glaring at you for a moment but you didn’t even notice, too busy ogling Thor.

And Thor was popular. Many people were shouting his name and also how he’d destroy his rival, Steve. You could tell it made Steve even more nervous- which you actually understood.

Thor seemed very sure about himself while Steve looked like a lost puppy.

God this can’t be happening! Steve trained for this for so long. And now he’d lose his confidence because of someone’s fans? Not on your watch!

You stepped a bit closer to the ring, grabbing Steve’s attention. “You’ll do it, baby. I believe in you” you grinned at him, making the corner of his lips twitch a bit.

The first three rounds were… mostly Steve getting punched and trying to dodge Thor’s hits.

You could tell the judges weren’t really impressed by Steve- not that he was bad. He was just insecure. You could see he was once again more of the small kid, than a boxing champion. But you knew he was amazing! He just needed some help.

After the fourth round Steve was pulled back into his corner where he drank a bit and got his blood wiped away, after Thor got him in the nose.

Even though Steve’s coach didn’t want you to come closer to him, you managed to step right next to the ring, pulling at Steve’s arm. “Stevie- look at me” you cupped his face in your hands when he leaned down to you. “You can do it, baby. I know you can” you whispered before taking a deep breath and pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

There was some cheering behind you but you blended it completely out. The only thing that mattered right now was the feeling of Steve’s soft lips. You could taste a bit of blood from where his lips had split slightly but it didn’t make the kiss any worse. It wasn’t a perfect kiss but it was just like your friendship, chaotic. People shouted in the background, the coach started hitting Steve’s arm gently to get his attention back to the match while his break slowly came to an end. You let his tongue slip into your mouth, not being able to stop the quiet moan that escaped your lips.

Fuck, he was really a great kisser. You wondered what else he could do with-

Grinning he pulled away, quickly giving you a last peck on the lips before standing up. “Go get ‘im Captain!” you called breathlessly after him.

He definitely got a boost of energy and confidence, winning every next round and nearly punching Thor K.O. in the last round but the time ran out.

Both men stood now with the referee between them, holding both of their arms.

You felt your breathing stop for a moment.

Steve had to win! He was so good!

“And after ten rounds, we have a winner though a split decision…”

You prayed to god it was Steve. He deserved it so much.

“Captain Steve Rogers, our new state champion!!!”

Steve’s hand was lifted into the air.

The people started cheering, you were probably one of the loudest while even Thor congratulated Steve with a firm handshake and handsome smile. He seemed really happy for Steve.

Steve grinned at him happily, saying something before literally jumping out of the ring, rushing to you, lifting you up and spinning in circles while he jumped like a happy little kid. “I did it!!” he laughed, making you laugh as well. “I knew you’d win! You were great Steve” you grinned, kissing his face where he wasn’t bruised.

Slowly he put you down, grinning once again. For a moment he looked down at your lips, but before he could do whatever he had been thinking about his coach called his name. “I’ll be back in a minute” he was still grinning.

It took Steve around ten minutes to finally come back to you- with a golden belt in his hands and Thor right behind him. They both were laughing, even though they still had some dry blood on their faces and bodies.

Steve kinda looked hot like that.

Could your brain please stop thinking like that?

“Thor told me there’s always a great big party for the winner at the bar just around the corner. Would you like to go there with me-us?” Steve asked while Thor stepped closer and held out his hand for you to shake. “Thor, pleasure meet you, pretty lady. Steven already told me you’re his best friend- seemed like more than friends to me but I sometimes don’t understand your culture” you laughed quietly, shaking his hand and introducing yourself.

“Well, yeah, we… we are friends… it’s- we- Steve needed some motivation” you blushed. “That’s right, My Lady, he indeed did need a lot of motivation-“ “I wasn’t that bad.” “You were, Steven. I was pretty sure I could’ve knocked you out if I wanted to”

Steve only glared at him while Thor seemed like he didn’t even notice having insulted Steve. You could already tell Thor was a good guy. Maybe a bit of a himbo but in a good way. He was nice.

“I’d love to join you but you both need to shower… and put some clothes on.”

You waited for them half an hour just checking your social media’s. And also thinking back to the kiss…

Would it change anything now? Did it mean to Steve anything?

For you the kiss meant a lot, not just a bit of motivation for Steve to win. You really tried to put your feelings into the kiss…

But what if Steve really didn’t feel the same? Maybe he’d just forget the kiss. Hopefully…

Before you could overthink it any more the two blond beefcakes came out and pulled you out of your thoughts when you heard Thor's booming laugh.

“Shall we, pretty lady?” said the taller man, holding out his arm for you to grab onto. Grinning you did just that, not noticing Steve’s jealous gaze lingering on the two of you.

With a pleased smile on your face you walked with Thor ahead while Steve followed the two of you.

Why were you walking with Thor like that? He should be the one you were holding onto.

“You coming, Steve?” you called over your shoulder, making Steve sigh quietly while he followed. He really hoped this kiss could’ve changed something but maybe it was really just to push his ego a bit. At least he won.

A win is a win…? No. He’d rather have his girl than a stupid title. Would he now lose you? Because of Thor? Thor didn’t seem like someone who’d steal his- someone’s- girl.

But then, he didn’t really know him that much.

The people in the bar seemed to know Thor, greeting him as soon as he walked through the door- not only that, they also greeted Steve immediately.

After sitting down a round of beers and a mojito for you was brought. “Oh it’s not the usual Clint. Jane isn’t coming today, what would you like to drink, pretty lady?” asked Thor, but you already pulled the mojito closer to you. “Oh I’m totally fine being Jane for the night” you grinned cheekily, making Thor and also Clint laugh.

Steve slid into the booth right next to you, putting an arm around you, making you look at him in surprise while you put your soft lips around the straw, drinking the cold liquid. “So, Jane?” He repeated the name, making you roll your eyes. “It’s Thor's girlfriend. She’s studying something… well, science. She couldn’t join us- Thor talks about her a lot” you grinned, putting your slightly cooler hand on Steve’s thigh.

He felt the coldness though his pants, making him gasp. For a moment he could see your eyes sparkle mischievously but then you quickly looked away when more people came and sat down around the table.

They all introduced themselves as Sif, Hogun, Fandral and Volstagg. And they were all pretty nice.

Thor asked Steve to invite his other friends here which he did. After half an hour you heard Buckys laugh, while Natasha, Tony, Sam and him entered the bar. Wanda had texted you she couldn’t come today since Pietro came home after traveling a few months and they wanted to spend some time together.

Bucky squeezing next to Steve, already hugging him happily.

After a few minutes everyone was seated and had a drink or beer in their grip. You grinned at Bucky for a moment- and he already knew what you were thinking about.

“Tequila?”

“Tequila.”

With that he went to the bartender- Clint- and ordered a tray of tequila shots, knowing damn well Natasha would drink like half of it and still stay the most sober of all of us.

Few minutes later he came back with the shots, putting the tray down on the table. Thor and his friends just drank their beer, not being fans of tequila- not that you minded. More for you and Bucky. Steve would probably also only drink two and otherwise drink his beer.

Maybe that’s good, someone had to be sober enough to call the cabs- but when Steve was the first one to down a shot and bite into a lime, your mouth fell slightly agape. Even Tony seemed surprised and he was the one always trying to make Steve drink. You looked at Bucky for a moment- his eyebrows nearly disappeared in his hairline.

“What?” Steve mumbled while a blush crept along his neck to his cheeks. You just shook your head with a happy laugh. “The new title affects our Stevie more than we thought-this calls for a second tray.”

You could already feel you were tipsy-you felt the buzz of the alcohol right to your toes, warming your whole body pleasingly, especially with Steve’s arm around your shoulders. Your head was resting on his shoulders, while you unknowingly rubbed his thigh with your hand, dangerously close to his crotch-and it was making him crazy.

He couldn’t stop thinking about your touch. About your lips. Maybe it was just the Alkohol, but he felt like you were doing this on purpose. Your hand was so close to his hardening dick, he felt like you could probably feel his pants tenting.

Fuck it.

For a moment he looked at you, pulling you a bit closer, while he grabbed your hand and slowly moved higher. Everyone around you was busy with heated conversations about…you weren’t sure anymore. You haven’t been listening for a while at this point.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling his hard dick against your palm. Fuck, he really was big. Just like you remembered and often imagined.

And fuck you really wanted to actually feel him. In your palm. Mouth. Cunt. You wanted him everywhere. You wanted him to fill you.

For a moment you stroked over his jeans, before seeing from the corner of your eyes that a new drink was put down on the table, making you jump away from Steve. You pulled your hand away and giggled into Steve’s shoulder, while he also couldn’t stop the grin from his lips.

Clint brought a new drink for Natasha-even though she hadn’t ordered anything. That’s exactly what she said. Clint blushed a bit. “It’s from…me. It’s a-it’s a White Russian. I noticed your accent and thought you would like it. Now that I’m saying it out loud I feel pretty stupid. Sorry. Just-just forget it” While he quickly turned around and walked away-nearly falling over a chair-Natasha watched him for a moment, before grabbing the drink and taking a sip. A small smile appeared on her lips, which she quickly hid behind her Glas.

So you had been right when you noticed Clint had been ogling her all evening.

Bucky leaned closer to Natasha, wanting to grab her Glas. “Lemme try” “no, it’s for me-“ “but I’m Russian too-” “well, then go and ask him if he makes you one too. Maybe if you let your pretty eyes do the work he’d do it for half price.” Bucky laughed, even though he tried to pout at her-which didn’t work of course.

You felt Steve squirming next to you, making you look back at him. One of his hands was in his pocket, probably trying to hide his bulge, while he was still holding you close. Your gaze fell to his rosy lips. So soft…you really wanted to tell them again. But not here In front of all these people.

They would believe you if you’d go home because Steve was tired, right? And since he was supposed to stay at your place today, you’d have to go with him…

Grinning you leaned closer to Steve, whispering into his ear. “Let’s get out of here…wanna go home.” Steve looked at you in surprise before grinning cheekily and nodding. “Yeah, Let’s go home.”

You quickly said your goodbyes, feeling your friends eyes on your backs while leaving the bar.

Steve called an Uber and luckily it didn’t take long for him to arrive. Sitting in the backseat Steve already started kissing you passionately, his hands exploring your thighs and ass, while you pressed your own palm to his clothes cock, stroking him over the pants. Feeling his arousal your hole clenched around nothing, wanting to be filled. Fucked.

A quiet gasp escaped his lips, while the kiss became more passionate with every second. It was more teeth and tongue than before. He was taking your breath away. Literally.

His hand slowly slid to your-

The driver cleared his throat and when you looked out of the window you noticed you were already at your Adresse. A blush crept over your cheeks imagining how fast he was probably driving just to get the two of you out of the car.

You left the car quickly, grabbing your purse and looking for your keys, while Steve was standing right behind you and kissing your neck. “Fuck-baby, hurry up. It’s cold”, Steve laughed into your neck, but didn’t stop kissing your skin, even while shivering. After finding the keys-“finally”-you opened the door, pulling Steve into the elevator where he quickly pressed you against the wall, not stopping kissing your neck.

“Smell so good”, he mumbled against your throat, sucking a hickey into your skin, leaving even more red marks behind when he kissed down to your cleavage, while he opened your jacket and pushed it down your shoulders. A quiet gasp escaped your lips when he gently hit into your skin. “Fuck-Steve-“, the elevator stopped and you pushed Steve out of it, grinning when he seemed surprised at your sudden strength.

Once again opening the door wasn’t as easy as hoped, especially not with the beefcake kissing your neck and pressing his hard dick against your ass, just grinding against you and whispering filthy stuff in your ear.

You even dropped the keys once, but when you bend down Steve even enjoyed it more than before, pressing himself even harder against you. “If you don’t open this door soon your neighbours will get a show, sweetheart”, he whispered impatiently, already opening the zipper of your pants and letting his hand slid into your pants.

His fingers slid into your dripping hole without resistance, just welcoming him like you belonged to him.

And maybe you did.

He moved his fingers into you, making it unbelievably hard for you to get the key into the door. With the way he was fingering you, hitting your sensitive spot Everytime and also rubbing your clit with his palm he nearly made you cum right there. In the hallway.

In the fucking hallway.

And it was so fucking hard not to moan his name out loud.

It was filthy. You felt filthy. Especially while listening to your own slick squelch with Steve’s finger fucking you. Your legs trembled, your forehead hitting the cold door, unintentionally you pressed back into Steve, feeling him grind his hard cock into your ass. “My filthy girl. You don’t even give a shit if someone walks into the hallway hm? I could just fuck you right here for everyone to see. Show them who you belong to. Show them what a slut for me you are”, when he curled his fingers you couldn’t stop the moan leaving your lips as a sudden orgasm rushed over you. “That’s it babygirl, so good for me”, he kissed below your ear before sucking at your earlobe.

Steve grinned into your throat when he felt your walls squeezing tightly around his fingers, sucking him right in wanting more, more and more…

Your hands were already shaking when you finally got the door open. Your legs like jelly.

Steve pulled out his hand from your pants, making you whine. Before you could react more, Steve pushed you into your apartment, already dropping his jacked and ripping his shirt over his head. His clothes dropped quickly to the floor, your followed, till you both were only in your underwear.

Once again he was pressing you against the wall, kissing you breathless. Not wanting-or not being able to-wait any longer you pulled Steve’s boxershorts down, enough to pull out his hard cock. He was already leaking enough for his boxers to be damp with his pre-cum. Moaning Steve rutted into your hand when you wrapped your fingers around him, not being able to fully close your first around him.

Fuck, he was huge. And you wanted all of it. You wanted him to split you in half. Use you like a toy. Fuck you so god you’d feel it next day.

Steve definitely couldn’t wait any longer either, putting his arm under your knee and lifting your leg, while he pushed your panties to the side letting you line up his tip with your entrance.

With just one hard thrust he was seated inside your tight channel, making both of you moan each other's names.

He was filling you so good. You were so, so full. He was stretching you like you’ve never been stretched before.

And Steve felt like you were trying to suck him right into your tight pussy. God, he had never felt so good before. So perfect for him.

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy was made for my cock, huh?”, he grinned against your cheek, before kissing it gently. His coming thrust was anything but gentle, hard and fast he was driving into you, making you moan with every movement of his hips. The sound of slapping skin and squelch from your pussy would probably make you blush if you wouldn’t be fucked this good.

In this position he was hitting your g-spot perfectly, making it unable for you to think about anything else than the feeling of his cock. Steve pulled your leg a bit higher, making your other foot only touch the floor on your tippy toes.

He was literally holding you up.

Your whole weight.

Just fucking into you.

You were like a fucktoy in his hands.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

If that itself wouldn’t bring you to your orgasm then definitely his hand that slid between your body’s and started circling your clit. Without further warning the white overwhelming pleasure rolled over you, your legs trembled and if it wasn’t for Steve you probably would’ve fallen. “Oh god-Steve-Captain”, you nearly sobbed, grabbing onto his hair and pulling him even closer. The second orgasm even better than the first one.

Feeling you pulsing around him and pulling at his hair made him nearly cum aswell-but he didn’t want for it to end so soon. “Yeah, that’s it sweetheart. Cum for your Captain”, he whispered, pulling you closer against him. He was still thrusting into you, but a bit slower. “That’s right baby. All for your Captain…bet Thor wouldn’t make you scream like that”, he mumbled possessively sucking another hickey right under your ear.

You weren’t really listening, but still nodding and chanting his name like it was your favorite song. Too overwhelmed with pleasure, you couldn’t really think of anything else than him. Just Steve. Steve and his big cock, still filling your hole. “Please, Steve..”, you kissed him on the lips again, but a whine interrupted it. It was your whine. Because Steve pulled out. “No please-“

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet”, he pulled you onto the white soft fluffy carpet in your living room. He always imagined fucking you on it, it’s just so soft and warm.

And he really couldn’t wait to do that.

Letting his boxers drop to the floor completely, he finally also took off your bra, preparing your breasts with kisses, sucking your hard nipples till you were too sensitive and pushed his head away. Then he did the same thing to the other one, while he listened to your soft pleading moans. His hand found your slip, ripping it right from your body and throwing it behind him.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips when you felt the cold air hit your most sensitive parts. Hearing this Steve chuckled, pressing his lips again to yours in a demanding kiss.

You couldn’t concentrate on anything besides him. He was everywhere. His hands explored your body, his fingers were once again pressing into your wet hole, while his other hand grabbed your wrists when you tried to hold onto his shoulders.

Steve pulled them over your head, pressing himself closer to you, caging you against his body. Skin to skin…so much warm skin. His breathing on your neck and against your ear and-fuck. He was everywhere. You felt drunk on him.

“Steve-“ “Shhh, shhh sweetheart. Just let me take care of you”, he whispered, bringing you quickly to another orgasm just with his skilled hands. He was still holding your wrists above your head, making it impossible for you to grab him or anything besides the soft material of your carpet. Grinning, Steve watched you for a moment.

You were pressing your body against him, arching your back to feel his chest against your skin, already coated with a thin layer of sweat. “My sweet girl…”, he kissed your neck again, taking his fingers from your hole and bringing them to your lips.

When you felt the tip of his fingers against your mouth, you wrapped your lips around the thick digits, licking your release off, swirling your tongue around his fingers like you’d do to his cock, if he’d let you.

But Steve had other plans.

With a quiet moan he pulled his fingers away, grabbing your cheeks and squeezing, till you opened your mouth looking up at him with big, curious eyes.

Spitting into your mouth he watched as his spit coated your lips and tongue, before shutting your mouth again. “Swallow”, you did as told, quickly opening your mouth again for more.

A moan slipped past Steve lips, while he repeated this action two more times, before kissing you hungrily. “Fuck, so perfect. Such a good girl”, he murmured against your lips, before sitting up and looking down at your body.

God, he could see you were completely out of your mind.

He had fucked you dumb.

So cockdrunk.

He’d love to just coat your body with his cum. Rub it into your skin…mark you as his. The hickeys on your body already showed his claim on you, but it wasn’t enough-yet he needed to cum in your tight pussy more. Fill you with his seed till you are dripping with it.

“Steve-please-”, you whined, feeling his tip glide between your folds, teasing you. Whining you tried to move your hips against him, but Steve only slapped your thigh gently. Warningly. “Baby, don’t do that or I won’t fuck you-“ “but Steve-please-Captain-I need it. I need your cock”, you sobbed, putting your legs around him and pulling him closer.

Not being able to wait himself Steve thrusted roughly into your pussy, not stopping before starting to move. Hard and fast. He watched as your mouth fell open. Your breast moved with every thrust, while the room was filled with the sound of your slapping skin. It smelled and sounded like sex in the apartment.

And it made Steve crazy. God, he’d never had such good sex. He had never fucked someone so good.

“You’re so perfect sweetheart”, he whispered, letting go of your hands and sitting back on his heels, grabbing your calves and putting them on his shoulders, while he once again started roughly pounding into you.

The change in position changed also the angle he was thrusting into you, hitting your spot with every move. Hitting it dead on. You’ve never been with someone who was able to find it with their fingers-definitely not with their cock, but Steve? It seemed like he didn’t need to look for it. He just knew.

Steve watched your breasts jiggle, not being able to quieten his own moans, especially when you tightened around him. He knew you were close. Again.

Fuck.

He’d love to know how many orgasms he could bring out of you at once-but not today.

“m close-Steve-close, so so close”, you whimpered, grabbing his hard. Up until now you had held them in the position Steve wanted them to be-but now he let you grab onto his arm. Your nails were pressing into his skin, leaving half moon marks behind, he could even see one of your nails break from the grip you had on him.

Steve started stimulating your clit with his fingers, making you moan loudly. “Baby, come for me-show your Captain how much you love his co-“, before he could finish his sentence he felt you squeeze incredibly tight around him, your release gushing out around his dick making a mess on his thighs,while you were arching your back and throwing your head behind. His name coming from your lips like a mantra.

Seeing you squirt on his dick was enough to throw him over the edge. Blinding pleasure rolled over him, while he filled you with his cum. You could feel him twitch between your warm walls, coating you with his seed.

He kissed your panting lips softly, before pulling his slowly softening dick out of your sensitive pussy. He watched your mixed releases slowly leak out of your gaping and throbbing cunt. He couldn’t stop himself from scooping it up with his fingers and pressing it back into your hole, enjoying the filthy squelching sound, fingering you for a bit more.

You whined, pressing your legs together, but your muscles were useless. After being fucked like that you couldn’t do anything besides just take whatever he wanted to give you-but he pulled his digits out of you, pressing them instead to your lips to clean the mess up. You sucked at his fingers lazily, yet still completely hungry for his and your taste.

“Fuck, such a filthy girl”, he whispered, slipping his fingers one more time in your hole and feeding you more of his release, before lying besides you and pressing his lips to yours, in a gentle kiss. You cling to his warm body, putting your arms and legs around him.

Steve slowly pulled away from the much gentler kiss than any of the kisses before, holding you close and slowly standing up with you. If your legs wouldn’t feel this numb you’d probably walk alone but…right now you just wanted to be carried by Steve.

Laying you down on your bed Steve quickly brought a washcloth and cleaned you two up, before laying down next to you.

You immediately cuddled into his side, a smile creeping onto your lips. Your heart fluttered when his arm wrapped around you. It finally happened. You finally went further than just friendship. And you were so incredibly happy about it. Your whole chest and stomach was filled with butterflies.

He looked at the ceiling for a moment, feeling completely relaxed and also slowly becoming tired. “That was…so good”, he mumbled, making you slowly lift your head from his chest and look at him.

That was so good?

That was so good.

That’s what you tell your hook up-

Did Steve-

Didn’t it all mean anything to him?

“Steve, I didn’t mean for it to be-Steve?” gently shaking his shoulder you noticed he was asleep.

He just fell asleep.

No talking, no…nothing…just…

Fuck.

You felt tears fill your eyes.

Maybe that’s how it was supposed to be. You weren’t meant to be with Steve and that’s…so not fine. But you’d be fine. You always were. You always are.

Enjoying the last moments with Steve you put your head back on his chest, listening to his gentle heartbeat. Even though your own was breaking.

You woke up when the sun warmed your skin, sweetly telling you it was time to wake up. You felt an arch in your whole body, a good one. That one after having sex the night before and-

Fuck.

Steve.

You opened your eyes but he wasn’t in your bed.

Oh god. Did he really leave? Like a fucking-

Then you heard his voice from the bathroom, talking to someone on the phone. You didn’t want to, but you listened anyway.

“-No Buck you don’t get it….no…I mean yes-but it was a mistake. I shouldn’t have-“

You just blended the rest of his words out.

It was a mistake.

A mistake.

You were a mistake to him.

Something inside you broke.

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Jongin is friends with homophobic and generally-horrible-ass-person Siwon? He’s really got no right to be judging any of Kyungsoo’s friends, ever 🥴

First off, I clearly said Exo are not so close with these people just friends and they do talk. And Exo themselves recently with"Eunchae" during Cream Soda promotions updated us on their status with their celebrity friends, and they clearly said " We have no friends anymore in the industry" and Xiumin jumped and said " We only have each other, stay away from making celebrity friends!" They literally warned her. Why would they do that? Because in their 15years to 16 years and for Baek it's 12 years since they joined the company in this period of time of course they made tons of friends and maybe later on they were hurt, offended, lied to, scammed, gaslit, manipulated or exposed so they had to stop these friendships at some point because they found it was wrong and consuming their energy especially during first years of debut and you know the Korean culture, the Hoobaes get forced to be nice and respectful to their sunbaes and older people which is stupid because you should be nice even to people you dislike. So we don't know their status with their celebrity friends now. I don't know Since last time We saw Ji eating with Siwon in 2017 and 2018 we never heard of them ever again. So we never know their friendship status now. For Siwon's case he is a very religious christian and he said This is against God's will in the bible, and in sure every christian knows that being gay is a massive Sin basically in every Religion, it's fine if people think differently from you, if they can't accept something doesn't make them bad people, Siwon ate his own bandmate's head and tried all his best for so many years to make him go back on track and make him believe in God 😂 and you know who I'm talking about "HEECHUL" and the latter many times have shared he was so annoyed and literally fought with Siwon because Siwon insisted on making him believe there's a God and told him several times that he doesn't want him to go to Hell and he literally begged him to do not do this and to start believing in God because he loved him and he doesn't want him to sin and go to hell. So he did it out if a good motive. But that was his bandmate of almost 20 years! Would he be this close to tell Ji " You're gay you're sinning" I don't even think Jongin ever opened up about his personal life and sexual orientation to Siwon ever, Ji is a very private person, I heard even the Exos and their managers never got to see Kadi making out and That there was only twice where Kadi stole a very chast Pecks from each other in Inkigayo and AAA in their waiting room but no members were looking and that's how we got the famous two Kadi kisses. Because they're just too respectful around their bandmates that they don't wanna make them uncomfortable. Because also them believe that not everyone would be accepting of them.

Sometimes your friends do wrong and do something toxic, you either leave them or forgive them and move on, like What Irene did, she is Suho's friend, but she had a massive disrespectful scandal with her Staff, and we still saw suho with her attending events, does that mean he supports her behavior? No! You give your friends advice and you can disagree with them and scold them and even fight them for their wrong but you can still be friends of course if what they did was not so over the limits. And sometimes I saw people in my circle even forgive their friends or partners for being a literal red flag with toxic traits. I'm not saying you should, but you never know when you can forgive someone for even hurting you. I've seen many women forgiving their cheating husbands even! I see them stupid but I don't know their hearts maybe they just couldn't let go of such toxic relationship, if it was me I move on and ghost people the very next day 🤣

For Ksoo's friends, where did I or any admin every say Ji judged Ksoo's "Hyung Actors Squad"? He only didn't like Insung because he has done some very crazy shit to Ksoo and to him, he was also trying to take Ksoo to gay bars introducing him to Sexy almost naked men who dance seductively, which can lead to massive scandals & Ruin his career, he was telling him to leave SM and join his company it's the main reason of their massive fight back in 2019, because Ksoo was so naive and nice, and old group members here do know the full story to this.

I have a non-accepting friend of mine, and my best cousin both can't accept the Gay agenda. I have a friend who disagreedbwith the way I'm dressing and My religion, but we're still friends, she did voice out her opinion with me very respectfully and I accepted it.

My cousin hated watching Young Royals BL with me and she told me she will leave while I was watching if I don't change the Serie to another one, and I did because I respect her opinion, yet she still respects her gay friends who study with her. But she isn't accepting of them from her own beliefs and traditions and religion. You can't force people what to think and like and what to dislike. But they just have to be respectful about it, not offending you directly! And I doubt Siwon or any celebrity would openly be homophobic with their supposedly Gay friend in their face, because after all they're idols and they have a reputation they're scared to ruin.And if Siwon ever offended him after he knew Ji was Gay I'm sure Ji would cut their friendship or maybe if he was shy from his sunbae, he would turn it into a fully Work-Friendship nothing more. You know what I mean.

And not every friend at work is your bestie. And I said they're just friends but not so close. And if there's anyone who's so open-minded it's Super Junior and SHINee and Amber from Fx, because they're besties with each other, and who's the openly gay? Yes Key and Amber. And they were so supportive of them. Also you should know for many years after Exo's debut not everyone knew they were in a relationship, only Key and Krystal and Seulgi Knew. Others were just hearing rumors about them but no one believed it at first, they thought they're baseless gossip from old Trainees who left SM and who trained with Exo.

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paper rings

pairing: karl jacobs x gn!reader

pronouns: you/your

event prompt: “it was you the whole time” / “it was always you” + paper rings by taylor swift

word count: 1.6k

a continuation of silence! reading is recommended to understand :)

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the theoretical week or so that was planned for your trip to karl’s was extended. with every passing saturday, you’d push back your plans to purchase a plane ticket and stay another week at karl’s. although he never said it, karl didn’t want you to leave.

you still stream, just in karl’s guest room (and sometimes his room). you’re always on karl’s streams, no matter the subject. the internet deemed you and karl attached at the hip, confirmed by sightings in stores, cafes, and the park. many fans speculate that there’s more than friendship between you and karl, but you never confirmed anything. you never denied it either—you hoped that since karl never denied the rumors, there was a chance for more than a friendship.

you jump backwards onto the guest bed—basically your bed at this point—and pull out your phone to scroll through twitter. you had just finished a stream after raiding karl’s alt stream, so your timeline is scattered with screenshots and commentary. you like some of the kind and constructive comments, but you stop as someone’s profile picture catches your eye. it’s an older screenshot of you and karl, one during your first cooking stream. your face was tightened as you read the instructions for the brownies you were baking, but karl wasn’t looking at the screen. instead, he was looking at you with a smitten expression. his face was redder than usual, a small smile blessing his face, and his eyes looked at you adoringly. you have never seen this screenshot (surprisingly). despite the happy day it was, it also reminded you of your conversation with george.

george still talks to you, more so now than weeks ago. he told you that he reached out to some of his friends (you assume dream and sapnap) for advice and is doing better. he tells you that he loves you (with an emphasis on it being platonic) every once in a while, but it’s a massive accomplishment for him.

you close twitter and call george, pressing your warm phone screen to your ear. it rings just a few times before you hear a quiet greeting. “hey georgie! my favorite friend!”

“are you high or something?” his speech is groggy, causing you to look at the time. 9:21, meaning that it was around 2 in the morning for him.

“shit, sorry. i didn’t realize how late it is for you.”

“‘s okay, (y/n). why’re you callin’?”

you laugh lightly. “what? am i not allowed to call my best friend?” george’s response is just silence. “okay, i have a question for you. you’re friends with karl–”

“no shit, really?”

“shut up. but has karl said anything about me? like, in a not platonic way?”

george is silent for a beat and you can hear him rustling. “you know i’m not that good at picking up signals,” he says with a bit of laughter. since ‘the phone call’ (as you and george call it), he’s been trying to be more open about his feelings with your help. your burning crush on him has simmered, but he will always have a place in your heart. sometimes, in the back of your mind, you wonder what would’ve happened if you had gotten together with george. but then a wave of a different feeling washes over you. an infatuation with another person. “to be honest, i’d say he’s obsessed with you.” you inhale quickly through your nose. “ask any other person and they’d say the same. he talks about you on stream so much. dream brought you up once during a call and karl’s demeanor changed instantly.” george takes in a deep breath before continuing. “and i’ve seen how you are with him. i get it, too. you’re so,” a pause. “so bright with him.”

you bring your knees closer to you, a giddy smile infecting your expression. “really?”

“i think you should go for it. tell him, don’t wait.” you know that he was referring to the phone call. “and if he doesn’t feel the same, which is a super small chance, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“thank you, george. i’m making an appearance on karl’s alt stream; i’ll do something.”

“have fun and good luck.” he hangs up and you swing your legs to the side of the bed. you put minimal effort into freshening up, looking in the en suite bathroom mirror. quickly walking to karl’s streaming room, you knock on the door to make sure it was okay to come in.

karl’s muffled response invites you into the room. “hey karl, you entertaining my viewers?” you quip, pulling a chair next to karl. karl is lounging in his chair, beaming at you while soft music plays in the background. on his monitor is the cool math games website and there’s paper scattered on his desk.

“i hope so. what game should we do first?” karl plays the games chat recommends while you commentate and play with the papers on his desk. you participated for a little when the chat wanted you to play fire boy and water girl with karl.

a thought comes to you, causing a small smile to form on your face. “karl, do you have scissors?” karl looks at you with a questioning expression, but opens a drawer and hands you a pair of scissors nonetheless.

“what are you up to?”

“you’ll see…” you trail, wiggling your eyebrows.

your inspiration: taylor swift’s paper rings. you cut small strips of paper and (through trial and error) manage to make two paper rings of acceptable quality. at this point, karl had stopped playing games and is just talking to his chat. seeing that you’ve stopped, he faces you while swiveling back and forth in his chair. “what did you make?”

“lift your hand,” karl does as you tell him, and you slip one of the rings on his middle finger. “for you.” it’s a bit loose and choppy, but karl’s expression instantly brightens.

“a ring?” he admires his hand, but his gaze falls to your hand as you reveal a paper ring on your middle finger. “matching paper rings?”

“inspired by taylor swift herself.” you cover your face with your hands to hide your flushed face—the hand with the ring on your cheek—and look at the chat through your fingers. it’s flying by, text in all capital letters yelling about how cute the gesture was and how some of them wanted to sleep on the highway tonight.

karl reaches to your side of the desk, grabbing a piece of paper and a sharpie. he writes something before silently folding and sliding the paper to you. lifting your hands from your face, you see karl blush and spin the ring around his finger. you look at the paper and unfold it below the camera.

thank you for the ring + i like you as more than friends :)

a simple but effective confession. with wide eyes, you head whips to karl, who’s distracting himself by muttering answers to his chat and chewing on his fingernail. you can feel your heartbeat pick up its pace when his confession finally sinks in. karl jacobs likes you. you lean your head on your fist and scribble an answer with a nearby pen.

i like you too <3

you fold the paper again and slide it to karl. he picks it up eagerly mid-sentence and skims over your handwriting. he looks at you silently, expression a reincarnation of the sun itself. he bounces in his chair slightly, and the chat begins to ask about the paper. he flashes it to the camera before ending stream with a manic smile.

“is this real?” karl asks, spinning his chair to fully face you. you nod, laughing gleefully, and scoot your chair as close to him as possible. “i know that the phone call with george during the baking stream had an impact on you. even though i know you wouldn’t, i don’t want to be his replacement.”

“karl, you’re not his replacement. i’m choosing this. george is my best friend and i love him, but it’s so different with you. i feel lighter with you, and i really don’t want to leave you. i love the way i feel with you.”

“i thought you always preferred george, but, for me, it was you the whole time. far before you even flew here. i don’t want you to leave either.”

you place your hand on his bouncing knee. “it’s you, karl. it’ll always be you.” you move your other hand, the one with the ring, to his warm cheek. karl’s knee stops bouncing as you lean into him. you wrap your arms loosely around his neck before your lips meet his in a sweet kiss. his hands lift to cup your cheeks, bringing you in closer. you feel the cool metal of his rings, as well as the paper texture.

you’re the first to break away for air, and you meet karl’s gaze. he’s stunned with a grin on his face. “i’m never taking this ring off.” he mutters before pulling you into another kiss, one full of promise. a kiss that tells you everything you need to hear.

when karl comes to film the planned video for mrbeast’s channel, jimmy doesn’t question the paper ring on his finger or you sitting on a chair to the side with the matching ring.

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inquisimer · 2 months

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vivamus, moriendum est

OC Kiss Week day 3! A piece set in the Tabris Cousinverse, where my friends and I take our Tabris (and other city elf OCs) and put them in each others' worlds, AUs, and any other excuse we can think of for OC crossover content 😌🌸

Some tooth-rotting fluff between @exalted-dawn-drabbles' Shaesa and my Ariya :3

read it on ao3 here

Female Tabris & Female Tabris | Rated G | 826 words | CW: implied/referenced fantasy racism

In a haze of sleep, Ariya barely registered the brush of lips across her ear. She shoved out mindlessly and her hand met a squishy mass—a nose, in fact.

“Hey, stop that,” hissed Shaesa. Her breath was hot and indignant against Ariya’s cheek. Rubbing the grogginess from her eyes, Ariya propped herself up on one arm. At this pre-dawn hour, darkness still utterly blanketed their shack, but her eyes glinted their ire just the same.

“It’s so early, Shae,” she complained. “What are you doing?”

“I want to try something. C’mon!”

“Why do I need to get up if you want to try something?” Ariya grumbled. She burrowed deeper under her meager blanket. A futile effort—it was only just Wintermarch and their poorly patched walls did nothing to keep the chill out. “Go on, before you wake my father up.”

“He loves me,” Shaesa smirked. With a scowl, Ariya flicked a finger against her arm.

“Exactly—if he catches us up at this hour, if we wake him up at this hour, it’ll be my hide on the tanning rack. If you want to go and do something foolish, I’m not stopping you. But go.”

Shaesa pouted. “You’re no fun. What do I have to do to get you to come with me?”

“Wait a few hours?”

“Assume I won’t be doing that and give me a better answer.”

Ariya sighed and twisted to face her cousin again, tangling her legs in the blanket. “How likely are you to crack open your skull doing whatever it is you’re planning?”

To her credit, Shaesa actually paused to consider for a moment. “Like…forty percent? Less, if things go really, really well.”

“Maker’s mercy.” Ariya shoved her blanket to the foot of the bed with a reluctant groan and tugged on her boots. After a moment’s consideration, she fluffed up her measly pillow and pulled the blanket over it instead. Best not make it too easy, if Father should wake and catch her out of bed.

Shaesa dragged her down the alienage’s rough dirt path, over to one of the abandoned shops. Checking over her shoulder, she ducked through a gap in the rotting planks, leaving Ariya to squeeze behind her. In the former storage room, a branch had fallen over the alienage wall and cleaved away half the roof.

“Yes!” Shaesa punched her fist into the air, grinning. Not at all following her line of excitement, Ariya blinked blearily and looked around.

Then she saw it: a ladder, leaning casually against the far wall. Shaesa tested a few of the rungs before propping it against the crumbling outer wall.

“C’mon,” she urged. “We’ll miss it!”

“Miss what?” Ariya hissed, but Shaesa had already scampered up the ladder. Minding anything that might snag her cloak, Ariya followed.

When she poked her head up out of the hold, she was surprised to find an unobstructed view out to the ocean. Not a good view, mind you—the alienage was too far inland for that. Only rich shems lived on the coast. But even a window like this was a rare find; humans liked building tall structures around the alienage wall, so they could pretend it wasn’t there.

“How did you find this?” she whispered, forgetting they were well beyond the range of any hahren’s ears now.

“Used my eyes.” Shaesa smirked—insufferable, but she unpacked some crusts and a wine skin from her satchel, so Ariya was inclined to forgive a little lip. Gingerly, she scooted across the cracked tiles. It seemed solid enough, but they’d also climbed through a massive hole, so some caution was warranted. She leaned back against the long-cold chimney, one leg pressed along the length of Shaesa’s, and took a swig of the wine.

Shaesa gestured toward the horizon with a half-chewed crust. “Any minute now. It’ll totally be worth it.”

The sun broke over the Amaranthine Ocean before Ariya could even scoff her skepticism—and it was worth it. Pinks and reds and oranges painted the sky and reflected off the rippling surface of the water, more beautiful than any stained glass Chantry window. Ariya’s breath caught. Any annoyance at the rude awakening, her father’s potential ire, vanished with the dawn.

“Oh, it’s wonderful,” she breathed.

“Told you so.”

They watched the sun climb the rest of the way over the horizon, washing the nearly stale bread down with wine until the skin ran dry. Eventually, though, the rest of the alienage began to stir and Ariya felt reality and responsibility creeping along the edges of their little bubbly.

Shaesa knew it too. She brushed her lips over Ariya’s cheek and smirked.

“Thank you for indulging me.”

Ariya caught her hand and squeezed, matching her with an indulgent smile of her own. As if she could ever say no to her cousin.

“Let’s go,” she said, gesturing reluctantly to the ladder. “We need to get back before we’re missed.”

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Can of Worms Time;

Say you were editor of The Nightwing and BOP books and there’s fan demand for Dick and Babs to finally tie the knot.

How would you pull it off?

Well I wouldn't do it by having Dick feel pressured to propose to a woman he's not actually actively in a relationship with anymore because he thinks he's going to die and wants to get it off his chest before he runs off, gets hit by a massive energy beam during a multiversal invasion event, and ends up in a coma, that's for sure.

No I'm not bitter about Infinite Crisis and Devin Grayson's continual misunderstanding of Dick and the Dick/Babs relationship, why do you ask?

More seriously, let's play this out with post-Crisis!Dick/Babs but sprinkle in the occasional piece of post-Flashpoint stuff (aka, we're talking Nightwing and Oracle, competent and independent adult heroes who both actively lead their own teams, have their own friend groups, have had serious previous love interests, and have their own responsibilities outside of a relationship with each other).

Realistically, the actual proposal would likely be pretty quiet. Dick and Babs are both pretty private people when it comes to their relationship and they both know what a Production™ their family and friends would cause if they knew there were plans (I'm thinking about Dinah and Tim specifically here, but everyone involved would be guilty). I think they'd wait a few days before letting everyone know.

My running gag during the wedding prep era would be that every time they're trying to plan an aspect of the wedding, they keep getting called out to go deal with superhero stuff. This would obviously usually be within the context of whatever a-plot they're dealing with in their individual books, but also just...littering references here and there about other stuff happening in the background.

Trying to book a caterer? Whoops, all-hands-on-deck alien invasion. Talking about flowers? Gotham's had another Arkham breakout. Trying to get to a dress fitting? Oh no, the Birds need help breaking into a high-security prison in Bialya. Scheduling their mandatory pre-marital counseling sessions? Oops, the Titans need help dealing with some major universe-ending threat. Nothing that actually puts a strain on Dick and Babs' relationship, but something that's just exasperating enough to be plausible for two characters who are traditionally DCU linchpin characters with a lot of responsibilities and funny enough for readers to not get tired of it.

I think it would also be fun to have a Nightwing issue focused on Dick running around Bludhaven dealing with petty crime while trying to figure out who his best man is going to be. Should it be Wally, who's been the best man at all of his previous weddings/wedding attempts? Should it be Roy, who's stuck by him again and again and (Dick thinks) should get a chance to actually be in a wedding party that's not his dad's for once? Should it be Tim, the sibling he's closest to? Should it be Donna, who he walked down the aisle at her own wedding? He has so many choices, all of which would be good choices for different reasons and none of whom would be particularly offended by him picking someone else. He picks Wally in the end, because why mess with what works, and asks the others+Garth and Damian to be groomsmen (yes, Donna's at the altar with him too).

At some point, Babs just appoints Dinah as her Maid/Matron of Honor and lets her run her entire wedding prep process for her. Babs might be a control freak, but this is one area where she's largely happy to let someone else take care of the minutia. She grabs the rest of the BOP Core Four+Cass, Steph, and Alysia as her bridesmaids, picks out her dress, and calls it a day.

As for the wedding itself, I want two things out of it: one, someone important (not Dick or Babs, so maybe Wally or one of the Bats?) nearly doesn't make it to the venue because of a massive superhero conflict, and two, the actual wedding goes off without a hitch. I'm very determined that the actual wedding will not be interrupted or otherwise ruined in any way after the disaster that was Dick/Kory's attempted wedding and the pre-wedding trials I just talked about. So they get their wedding, they go on a honeymoon somewhere, and they TURN OFF THEIR COMMS for a week. The honeymoon period is for enjoyment, not distractions; they've both had enough of those.

Publishing/IRL time-wise, the proposal would happen in a Nightwing issue, I'd let the engagement era happen over a year or so (so 12 issues for both the Nightwing and BOP books, exploring the process from both their POVs) and then have their wedding in a crossover issue. So...yeah, that's how I'd pull off a Dick/Babs engagement and wedding in the context of Dick and Babs both having their own books.

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Summary: Wanted to write, so I did! Lockett and Marsi have gotten horribly lost once again ! Woop woop.

Characters used: Lockett (Luis); Marsi (Marshmallow); Some new friends…

Words: 4k 915 words !!

Warnings: (Almost) freezing to death, light mentions of blood.

Author notes: Whenever something is in brackets [like this], it's because the character is speaking a different language ! Keep that in mind for when you read through this bc it pops up a bit :3 there's also a dictionary at the very end of any words used that don't actually mean anything in english. Story under cut !

Sequel to this

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Once upon a day, there were two small titans walking across the tundra.

The two had been travelling for a very long time. The older brother, Lockett, walked in the front, guiding the smaller one through snow diligently. It had been frigid for days, and food was almost done with. They were both hungry, but neither could bring themselves to actually eat, should the threat of not being able to in an important moment ever rise.

Marsi squeezed his sibling's hand tightly as the wind swept across his face. On the tip of his ears and underneath his nose small icicles began forming. Lockett could feel him shaking, to the point where it was starting to drag down the woollen coat he wore. He stopped in his tracks, crouching down to be at eye level with him.

"How are you feeling? Is the cold too much?" Lockett asked, pulling the large coat back on Marsi's little form. "I could give you my coat if it helps." The small titan sniffled, shaking his head vigorously.

"I don't want you to be cold too. I can-" Before he could finish, a sneeze escaped through his nose. The shaking seemed to intensify as well. "I can tough it out,"

Lockett checked his temperature, and the corners of his mouth tugged into a frown. It was hard to tell if he was sick, but regardless, he was most definitely cold. Another thing to worry about once they find a village. Without another word, he scooped Marsi into his coat, cradling him so he wouldn't fall through. He still wiggled, in weak attempts to get away.

"No!" Marsi protested, "I'm fine!- I don't need you to carry me-"

"Marsi." He said, in a sterner voice than he normally used. "You're cold, and your feet aren't protected enough, you could get frostbite here. I don't get cold, so I can manage us both, okay?"

After a moment of silence, the smaller one sniffled again, and arranged himself against the crook of his brother's neck. "Okay…"

Back to walking.

The added weight of his brother made it harder to navigate through the many layers of snow beneath his paws, but he pressed on regardless. Scanning the fields around him, Lockett tried to pinpoint any possible points of interest they could go to. As far as his vision allowed, it seemed that there was only snowfall for at least two more hours of walking, a grove of thin, dead trees up the north, maybe a frozen river if they were to wander further, and no sign of life outside of the two. A sigh left his lips, and he decided their best bet would be to continue walking east. The forest would be dangerous in their current condition, and civilization seemed like a scarce option seeing where searching for that has landed the two of them so far. The possibility of a river meant they could fish for food, gather up water and rest for a day, even if it'd take longer than the latter option.

Unbeknownst to both brothers, a creature did stalk them through the white blankets of the tundra.

Black, beady eyes poked through the frozen ground, reflecting minimal light off its surface. It watched the two boys with interest, following them slowly, soundlessly, readying itself to strike when the time came. Smelling the air, the creature chuffed at the scent in their tracks, their unaware exhibition to a hungry predator.

The massive tomarath crept up behind them, not daring to strike just yet. The bear-like creature waited for an opportunity, clacking its jaws together at the prospect of food.

Lockett's eyes widened, and he froze. His ears twitched around hastily, listening to the crunching of snow not too far behind, and a familiar, dangerous clack that could only be described as teeth clattering against each other. He held his brother closer, and turned around, scanning the ground for the carpetine beast.

A silence filled the air. Between the falling flakes of frost and the creature's camouflage, chances of escaping this situation fully were highly scarce.

"Marsi," He whispered, putting a hand on his sword's grip. His breath was suddenly hitched, and his eyes were unable to stay in one place as he anxiously tried to locate the tomarath. "Marsi, I'm gonna put you on the ground, and you're going to have to run, fast as you can, okay?"

"What's going on-?" Marsi replied, fear creeping in his voice. His ears were flat against his head, and he turned around quickly as a particularly large snow mound crept closer and closer still. "Lockett-?!"

"RUN!" Lockett yelled, dropping him to the ground and swinging at the creature.

The tomarath shrieked, and stopped its lunge as the sword almost hit its head. It growled, keeping itself to the ground as it surrounded the titan with its long body. Marsi ran as fast as his legs could bear to take him, a small fiery trail following along as a result. His roughened breathing caused smoke to form in front of his face, making it hard to see much, but by the time he stopped, he was already miles away. He hid underneath a snow mound, and waited, shivering for a very long time, both out of fear and out of cold.

Lockett observed the beast's movements, keeping eye contact all the way as he extended his sword forward to keep it out of his personal zone. This tomarath had seen better days— shaggy white hairs followed its body down to the back legs, with several patches seemingly having been scratched out, scarred even. Arrows were plunged into its left front leg, leaving it walking with a limp. It must've run into people before, which must mean there's hunters of some kind nearby. Shelter.

His thoughts were interrupted as the beast lunged forward again, claws exposed and ready to tear. He dodged by inches, having some of his jacket's sleeve cut. Underneath, a sliver of sapphire blue blood slithered down his arm. He picked himself up, and countered with a hefty blow to the creature's head, managing to crack one of its massive fangs. It reeled itself back, stunned by the sudden pain.

"YEAH, HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, KITHAR? YOU SCARED?" He spat out, raising his arms above his head to make himself even larger. The beast must've taken illy to that, because right after, it lunged again, trying to smack his sword out of his hands. Lockett refused to give in, rolling to the side and hitting them with a solid slash, drawing some blood off the creature. It growled, swiping furiously at his legs and clattering its teeth in warning. 'You are making a mistake', it must think, 'You are nothing compared to me'. Lockett runs around it, then throws a heavy rock at its head.

"COME ON THEN, DOG! SHOW ME WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF!"

The tomarath roared agonisingly loud before jumping on Lockett once more, this time leaving little windows for defence. It loomed over him, growling as its drool fell down its mouth, ready to take a large bite out of his face as he struggled to get his arm out of the crushing grip it had over it.

Breathing heavily, Lockett used his free arm to repeatedly smack its face, trying to hit its eyes to no avail. It clenched its jaws onto his shoulder, thrashing its head around to rip a piece of it off, and it made him scream out in desperation- A shrill, piercing cry echoed through the tundra. Through a scream and pulsating adrenaline, Lockett broke the tomarath's bottom jaw wide with one concentrated punch, making it get off him scrambling with moans of pain. He followed it, barely being able to lift the dull sword over his head and onto the creature's body twice more. It wasn't enough to kill it, but it retreated at last, running off to the distance with an even greater limp than before.

"YEAH, AND DON'T COME BACK! I'LL RIP YOUR DAMNED TEETH OFF ONE BY ONE YOU OVERSIZED EXCUSE FOR A COAT!" Lockett yelled victorious and out of breath, partly for his own comfort and partly to really show it to the thing who was in charge. 'This isn't over' it called out, a mouth full of blood, 'I am going to find you again. And this time, there won't be a thing you can do'. He chose to ignore it.

Promptly after, he placed a weak hand over the mauled shoulder. Blood flowed to his clothes, down to the floor. He let himself plummet face first into the snow after a few seconds, turning the white covered snow a pungent blue. He was breathing still, thankfully, but he couldn't tell for how much longer.

Out of the wound, once that deep indigo colour stopped spilling, a black substance started blocking in the wound. Lockett winced, but didn't move, feeling the dark sludge clump up over the injury. It felt like cement being poured over a building's cracks, patching up the hurt but not erasing it. In a matter of minutes, it had reconstructed the wrecked shoulder, leaving in the pain regardless. He stood up slowly, his head still spinning due to all that happened.

Right. That's treated then. Now, to find Marsi- He can't be too far. He thought, starting his stride to find his little brother. I'm coming for you, please, please just hold on a little longer.

Meanwhile, Marsi's little life was burning out, like a candle by a window. He had been waiting for a while, unsure of whether or not danger had already dissipated, and cold as he could be. Any attempts of a fire he attempted to start quickly were extinguished, and running on an empty stomach just meant he hadn't much more energy to rely on.

'You could close your eyes', whispered the cold, temptingly, 'just for a moment, just to rest. Don't you feel tired?'

"No…No I can't, I'm tired, but I need to wait for my brother. We'll sleep safer together," The tiny titan muttered, curling up on himself. "He's coming to get me, I know it."

The winds blew harder, threatening to collapse the very trees that he was using for shelter. 'There is no bargaining with nature, boy' said the cold, 'You're coming with us'. Snow began to fall more still, and it began covering the hole he hid himself in.

"No! I'm not going anywhere! My brother is coming for me!" Marsi said, shoving the snow out of the hole's entrance in a futile attempt to keep it out. He couldn't feel his fingertips anymore, and he kept sneezing every few seconds. His throat felt dry, his stomach felt frigid. The inside of his body no longer held the warmth it was supposed to.

"He's coming for me, I know he is…" He held on tighter to his coat, curling into a little ball on the very deepest part of his improvised home.

Until,

'Marsi?' A voice called from far away.

"Lockett-?"

'Marsi, I'm right here for you, come out,' It said.

"Is it really you-? Brother?"

'Who else would it be, mosi? It's me, it's your brother' it kept insisting, 'Come out, I'll lead you back to warmth. Don't you trust me?'

Marsi hesitated, but just hearing that voice seemed to almost put him at ease. He felt the warmth returning, welcoming him back to normalcy. As he crawled out, he almost didn't notice how the frost fell harder on his body.

"I'm coming, Lockett! It's me! It's Marsi!" He shouted out, walking out into the vast whiteness.

'I'm here, Marsi. I'm right in front of you. Come give me a hug.' It whispered, coming from everywhere all at once.

Marsi started coughing, and his vision blurred almost completely. His feet became numb, and he fell on his side.

"Lou…" He whimpered, clutching his sides "… I'm so cold… where…"

'Shhh, shhhhh… hush now, dear brother. You're going to be okay. You won't even notice it…'

"Lou… I wanna go home."

'We're going home, okay? Together.'

"Together…"

Before he could even notice, the snowdrift had covered him completely, like a blanket of light, and he fell asleep.

Please, please be okay out there. Lockett thought, running around aimlessly looking for the little one. I can't lose you too. How far did he go? Where was he? Was he hidden? Was he well?

"MARSI!" He shouted out, as loud as his lungs allowed it, "MARSI! ARE YOU OKAY? WHERE ARE YOU? CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

Far away from there, a group of explorers came across an almost frozen body.

"MARSI, IT'S ME, LOCKETT!" He kept shouting, searching even with soulsight to try and find his brother. The extended use made his nose start bleeding. "Where… Where did you go-?" He asked no one, looking around for longer still. Running around for what felt like hours through identical tree husks, the same snow covered fields, the same vast emptiness. "Please, Marsi, where are you?"

"[Is he aasyran?]" One of them says, uncovering his small frame out of the snow.

"[Not sure, but I don't think so.]" Says the other, wrapping him around their scarf.

"Hngg, spirits…" Lockett muttered, feeling the exhaustion set in on his body after finding a rock particularly comfortable, "I can't- No, no, I need to find- MARSI! CAN YOU HEAR ME?" He wasn't sure who he was screaming to anymore. His vision was hazy, all the light was confusing, it just kept getting worse.

"Marsi… anyone…"

He fell to his knees, barely being able to make out two figures not two far away.

"Please…where…"

They seemed to get closer, shining weapons drawn to his face. He couldn't make out what they were, what they were saying. At this point, it was easier not to do anything at all. He fought as much as he could. Maybe a quick death would be easier to deal with here…

"[Another one?]"

"[Are these two related-?]"

"[We'll need to make room, right? They're not in any condition here.]"

Yeah. Just a little nap through the years.

Floating through the darkness, Lockett could barely make out the shape of his hands. They were swirling, half formed, as if he was looking at them through water. Just a white outline of his body, distorted and wrong. His limbs felt numb, but not in the sense that he couldn't feel them no—it was more like he was being pricked with thousands of needles, as if his whole body had fallen asleep, but he was still awake. It was also weirdly warm.

There was a sound–multiple? He couldn't tell at this point– of someone, something calling his name. Colours were muddled together messily, spiralling, with no rhyme or reason. Then, it all became strikingly clear, horribly so.

A conjunction of reds and browns, greys and black filled the sky. Soldiers were dying, the earth was scorched, and he was unable to move. Why? Why now must he remember? Blood left his heart at an alarming rate, and things seemed to blip in and out constantly. There were screams, and smoke, and- Oh god, oh gods all his family was dead. His parents, his friends, his spouse, it was all gone, all because of-

Lockett!

LOCKETT!

LOCKETT.

Lockett woke up in a cold sweat, ripping the blankets off of him and throwing them to the furthest side of the room, hugging himself tightly in an attempt to calm down. It was a dream, he thought, a mere terror, it already happened and there's nothing to be done about it. Breathe. Breathe…

Feeling the anxiety dissipate, the titan took a deep breath, and finally grounded himself. It's all okay.

Now, with that out of the way.

Just where is he now?

He took a look around the room he was currently in- Great, kidnapped TWICE in the same month. New record.

Except, this time it didn't feel like he was imprisoned. No- This wasn't a cell of any kind. He was provided with a bed, a blanket, and warmth, he wasn't even chained this time. Upon further inspection, the room was also clearly designed for some kind of child, with colourful posters on the wall and toys tucked away on a corner.

Either this was the worst kidnapper of all time, or he wasn't kidnapped at all, and this is actually someone giving him shelter.

And for some reason, that's even more suspicious.

Lockett got out of bed slowly, making sure to leave it made as well in case this new captor isn't fond of messes. He looked around the room more carefully, analysing the posters on the wall and the many decorations— It was neat, but with some hastily done cleaning on certain spots. The wardrobe was used, with the paint used to cover it being scratched and peeling off on the corners and bases. One of the handles was also missing, which can only be because someone was way too rough while opening it. There were constellations and flowers drawn on the ceiling, on some of the walls, and even engraved in the furniture. The toys all seemed to be in well taken care of condition, assembled on shelves and inside the box in a particular order. All things considered, now a bad bedroom at all, being clearly meant to be used by a child, but why was he specifically here?

That question would have to wait. His bag was kept inside the wardrobe, but his sword was missing. Shit. Well, I guess that if anyone tries to mess with him now, they'll just have to talk to his fists then.

Lockett approached the door, uncertain if it would be open at all, or if he should even attempt to leave. On one hand, his brother was out there somewhere by himself, he couldn't be wasting time pleasing the same people who kidnapped him, but on the other hand, perhaps it'd be possible to negotiate an agreement with these guys? There wasn't much time to weigh out the pros and cons, Marsi needed him fast. He ultimately decided to just leave. After all, if he happened to stumble on his kidnappers, they could probably talk it out or something.

With a deep breath, he turned the doorknob, and…

It opened effortlessly.

Huh.

That was easy.

Too easy. Something is going on.

Putting his guard up before he left, he tried getting a bearing to what kind of house he was stuck in. Seemed like it was a residence of some kind–big family, with several rooms for each member. The problem with that theory, however, is the fact they were all labelled with signs he didn't understand, likely numbers. Maybe a hospital? And this was also the second floor.

He slowly descended the staircase, holding onto the railing with both hands for security's sake, and being as quiet as the creaky steps underneath his feet allowed him to be.

The first floor seemed to be much of the same thing, save for more open space. There were bookshelves near the walls, more posters, several chairs, and propped up weapons. What were those for? He didn't want to find out. Walking through the room, it seemed to be a living space of some kind- some kind of waiting place? For what? Maybe this really was a hospital. It made him slightly more relieved, but it was still unnerving enough to make him want to take one of the daggers off the wall.

"Marsi? Are you here?" He called out, not too loudly, as to not alert anyone else in the vicinity. "It's me, Lockett-"

Lockett walked around for a little longer, until his ears suddenly perked up with the sound of indistinct talking. Not in a language he recognized, but it wasn't in a tone of voice meant to be threatening, either. He followed the noise, eventually ending up in what seemed to be the actual proper healer's den of this space, and crouched behind some of the beds when he saw the man who was speaking.

He was very large, like an adult titan, with long blond hair trapped up in a large bundle on top of his scalp, but bone-white horns adorning the sides of his head instead of what he was used to. He seemed to wear some kind of white cloak, with pink accents decorating the sides and bottom of it. His tail was swishing peacefully from side to side as he talked to a patient- a child? It was hard to tell, his body covered them entirely.

"[There we go, little one,]" He spoke again, in a low, gentle voice. If it wasn't for the fact Lockett didn't understand a word of what he was saying, it might've even been soothing to hear. "[That should cover your injuries. Are you still feeling cold? We could get you closer to the fireplace if you'd like!]"

"Thank you for the patches mister," Marsi-! "But uhm, I don't think I know what you're saying. My brother speaks a lot of languages, maybe you could talk to him instead!"

Hearing Marsi's voice again was a relief, but he seemed confused, was he in danger? Unlikely, but the healer man being so close was still setting off alarms in his head. Without thinking twice about it, Luis came out of his hiding spot and extended the knife forward-

"HEY, YOU!"

The man turned around, finally giving Lockett a glimpse of his face. He had a long, greying beard tied into one single braid, with his moustache hair having little ribbons on the ends of it, and glasses, as if he didn't look enough like a nerd. On his forehead, there were two more horns, significantly smaller than the ones on the back. This man must be aasyran. Lockett had met a handful back in the day, along with… eugh. Anyway,

"[Ah, you must be this little guy's brother! I'm happy to meet you. My name is Fehal'ri, what's yours?]" He spoke again, with a smile on his lips despite being threatened under knife point. This man was much larger than Lockett, so maybe he just wasn't intimidated enough… or maybe he didn't understand what he was saying either.

"Get away from my brother. Or I WILL hurt you." Lockett said warningly, approaching slowly and looking directly at Marsi. Either this guy gets the hint or he gets stabbed.

"[Hmm, you must not speak Aasyr…]" He muttered something, putting his hands up slightly and getting off the way to Marsi "[Very well. I see you look threatened, so I will allow you to converse with your brother first before we can make proper contact…please do not stab me.]"

Seeing as how the healer seemed to comply, Lockett slowly went around him, keeping eye contact locked all the way, and then grabbed Marsi, going to the other side of the room with him.

"[Oh, uhm-! I was expecting you to, ah, allow me to finish his medical check-up first-?]" The aasyran attempted to approach again, and Lockett promptly put a knife to his throat as a warning not to do so. ["Ah. Understood. My apologies. Carry on"]

He waited until he was comfortably out of zone, then pocketed the knife and gave Marsi a tight hug, almost squeezing his horns right out his skull.

"Marsi! You're okay- oh by the spirits you're okay, I'm so happy to see you… is everything alright? Did this guy hurt you? Were you okay out in the snow a little while ago?" Lockett asked in rapid succession, holding the smaller titan by the cheeks gently.

"Slow downnn!! I'm okay!" Marsi smiled, hugging his brother back "Everything is fine now. I uhm, froze a little bit back there, but this guy treated me! He's nice, don't worry. I don't understand a word of what he's saying though."

"Man, me neither. I'm just happy you're alright…" He held him tight, but guilt tugged away at his brain. He froze? How long was he out fighting that tomarath for? Was he cold? What happened? Is it because he was just too far? He shouldn't have let him go on his own, he should've-

"Lockett?"

He snapped out of it, looking down at his brother with a slight smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Was just… worried for you."

The aasyran man watched from the other side of the room, fascinated by their speech, trying to annotate anything he could understand in a little notebook. Lockett noticed, and, as he picked up Marsi to leave, he kept an eye on him.

"We're leaving now. Don't try to stop us. You will get hurt."

He didn't seem to understand, but after a moment, things seemed to click-

"[Wait! No! You can't leave yet, you're both very vulnerable, your brother is recovering from the glosel, you need to stay!]" He said, getting up suddenly and reaching out to them, which resulted in Lockett promptly slashing his fat fingers.

"[OW- Rude!]" He yelped, wiping the blood away before covering them with his other hand, which started glowing almost immediately upon making contact with the injury. "[Ugh- hold on-]" He says, reaching into one of the counters behind him to grab something. A weapon? Something to punish the two with? They're not sticking around to find out.

Lockett bolted it, holding onto Marsi as best he could as he went through the door and out into the living space. The way out must've been a corridor away, until all of the sudden-

"[Hold on now, little man!]" Some other person said from a distance, using magic to hold him in place. Panic set in, and Lockett held onto Marsi as tightly as he could. If they want to hurt his brother with their weird magic, they're going to have to go through him first.

"[Oh, thank Sol you caught him, Uri. I was really scared they were gonna get out.]" The man from before appeared, with some kind of cards underneath his arm. Oh gods, they're really gonna have a conversation now aren't they.

"[I was watchin' the whole thing happen, I figured two skittish lil' dudes like these were NOT gonna stick around for long with the way you were talking to them.]"

"[I was trying to be friendly! I thought it came through!]"

"[Hah, man it did not at all.]"

Lockett watched the two with confusion, eyebrows furrowing deeply as he tried to make sense of whatever the hell these people were talking about. Inside the magic bubble made the world outside look like deeper shades of pink, with the aasyrans outside looking like warped up versions of themselves, but it wasn't that uncomfortable, to give them credit. Just annoying.

"[Look, I speak a little bit of titanic, maybe they'll warm up better with me.] Ehem…" The second person cleared their throat, crouching down to meet the titan's gaze. "Halo, mi namers ise, U.R.I.E.L. was your?

Lockett had to really squint to understand what they were saying. It was a very… foreign accent, to say the least, and it was vaguely based on what sounded like Icia Comora, a common-grounds language that his village used to trade with others.

"Ah, finally, someone I understand. Well, I'll tell you my name, but you have to take me out of this shitty bubble first." He said, as slowly as he could so the other person didn't get confused. They nodded, and said something to the healer before actually bursting the bubble, which caused him to fall through to the floor.

"Okey, this good?"

"Mm, could be a lot better. What do you two want with us?"

"Ahh," They said, trying to come up with the right way to say what they wanted, "We ar not enem. We heal. Your brot, he urt"

"Okay." He paused for a second "What do you want with us though."

"Ah," They seemed confused, as if they already stated what he wanted to know. "Err, we help? We help heal your brot. You aso urt, we help"

"Okay- we're really not getting anywhere here. Look, awesome of you to have helped, but we don't need more healing."

"Ah! But! Where go nex? Your brot, stille stick?...sok- [ugh hell on earth, how do you say this-] sic! Calt out, very icky"

Lockett thought for a while. Marsi could definitely still be sick- His healing factor isn't nearly as strong as his, and it could be a few days until they can find more civilization. Staying here could definitely be beneficial, but what would be the terms?

"...What do you think Marsi, should we trust these guys?" He asked, unbothered with the person's need to understand him now. "It could be a while until we can stay someplace like this again."

"I think these guys are pretty nice… we can probably trust them, right? They did heal me"

"Hmmm… Alright. You guys win. We're staying. What are the conditions?"

The aasyran seemed… dumbfounded by that.

"Huh?"

"You know- What's the cost? What's the catch for us living here?"

"Oh-! No no no! No cost! You cood ! God? Gud. You gud. Stay long, til heal, key?"

"...Alright. Sure."

The person seemed ecstatic, shouting out to the other person about something. Both seemed okay with the two staying here for now, so maybe this wasn't such a bad thing…

Maybe it could be like this for a while. Just some quick downtime. Then it's back to the road… soon.

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Dictionary:

Tomarath: A large arctic creature resembling that of a bear, with a longer body and fur, protruding fangs and claws.

Kithar: A shiifiice insult that basically means "cowardly" or "pathetic". Or it could just mean c☆nt. We'll never know :]

#my oc stuff #original art #magocs #solar years #original character #my art #my writing #writing #fantasy #artists on tumblr #oc: luis #oc: marsh #[these characters are them from the past !]#original writing #fantasy writing

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therawrliveson · 17 days

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I’ve not touched this blog in ages, I’m mostly hoping this will end up being seen because of the tags. But I have some 9-1-1 feelings I need to get off my chest and this is the best place for it.

Bi Buck??? Amazing and fantastic. A storyline that is at the end of the day about Buck realising this big part of himself and coming to accept it and being comfortable with it. It’s not about Eddie, and it’s not about Tommy. We have bisexual representation which is so rare for big tv shows still with everyone being gay or a lesbian if that representation even exists on that show. This is important. This is bigger than a silly ship war.

But while I’m here! Buddie vs Kinkley (my preferred ship name for them lol). Who cares? Buck and Eddie have this wonderful love story and it would be amazing if they went canon. Buck is going on a date with Tommy amidst this new discovery and that’s also incredible? We get to see him actually on screen on a date. How fun!

It’s super frustrating to see people on twitter (and here but mostly twitter) getting annoyed that people ship Buck and Tommy and they have fanfiction written about them (literally saw someone mad about them taking over the buddie tag on ao3 which is untrue and also just exclude their tag if it’s that big of a deal? That’s an amazing function you can use). But people can ship what they want, they can enjoy whatever they want. As someone else has pointed out this fandom is one of the very fandoms that is so weird about people only being shipped with one other person. Most fandoms be out here multishipping on the regular.

Some people also have never shipped buck and Eddie. And those people are enjoying buck and Tommy and we’re all allowed to. I want to be able to enjoy this ship without being accused of being “disgusting” for shipping something that has actual onscreen romantic time?? So yeah I’m on tumblr and tiktok where people aren’t making every single thing about buddie.

People are getting cruel about it too, picking on both Eddie and Tommy’s characters over the stupidest stuff that the characters themselves are clearly over. They’re all friends, they’re all connected. Chimney wouldn’t have rang Tommy (even in season 2!) if they weren’t friends, Hen wouldn’t of come when Tommy contacted her if they weren’t friends. Eddie and Buck wouldn’t be close the way they are if Buck was still upset about a comment made in the heat of the moment over something they ended up having a conversation about! Like be nicer.

“Oh I can’t wait until Buck realises he’s in love with Eddie next episode” “oh who cares about buddie buck Tommy is where it’s at” can Buck just be bisexual without his sexuality being reliant on a ship becoming canon?

And to the people saying “you don’t care about Eddie” because we’re celebrating Buck being bi and not pushing a “Eddie is definitely gay” narrative at the same time that is actually insane. Yall are playing leap frog and you shouldn’t want an Eddie coming out story either just to make a ship canon. You should want it because it’ll make a fantastic narrative and it’ll fit a lot of what we’ve seen. And some of you do what it for that reason, but half the time those same people are complaining that Buck had this storyline first. Get over yourselves. Let people celebrate Buck. Let people celebrate bisexuality without making it about something else. Because shockingly enough that’s historically a massive problem and bi-erasure is gross af.

#911 abc #911 spoilers #doidaretagtheshipnames #Ihavetoomanyfeelingsaboutthisandineededtogetthemout #anywaywritemorebucktommyfanficpleaseineedit #alsobuckwasclearlyintotommyatthestartbutsomeofyouwanttoignorethat

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brokeitwiththepowerofmathamatics · 1 year

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One Half Plus One Half

When Sam asked Tucker a question, he decided against his best judgment to answer it.

Ao3 Link

"Tucker!" Sam screeched in his ear, filled with rage. "What the hell were you thinking? Rushing in like that? You were completely alone!" She grunted as she smashed her hand against the desk, and he could hear her mutter a curse that would definitely get his mouth washed out with soap if his mother heard him say it.

Tucker waited for a few seconds before responding, "Sam… it's just a game."

"We're gonna lose because of you! If you had waited ten seconds, I could have spawned in and helped!"

Tucker took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose. "You know what, let's be done playing for now. I think you're too angry to play right now."

"I'm not angry!" Sam shouted. At that moment, Tucker could hear something crash against the ground on the other side of the headset. It sounded like a mug. Tucker was willing to bet it was a mug.

Did he have a basis for that? No. But it sounded mug-like, and that's what he was gonna go with.

"Shit, fuck, damn it…" Sam cursed in quick succession.

"Sure you're not mad?" Tucker asked, leaning back in his chair as the results screen began to show. He had to fight the urge to scoff as the other team spammed 'gg ez' over and over.

"No! I'm not…" Sam began, her voice just as vehement as her curses, but she couldn't finish the sentence. There was a moment of silence before she exhaled into the mic and then said, "Not at you, at least."

Tucker nodded. He knew that. He knew that playing a competitive game with Sam was a bad idea right now, but she needed the outlet.

He reported one of the spammers after they started cursing out someone on his team and clicked away. The main menu came up, but he didn't close out. Not yet, at least. Maybe he could calm Sam down, and they could get back to playing.

"Danny should be playing with us. We need someone not completely brain dead on our team…"

Tucker hesitated and focused on her profile icon as he wondered if she included him in that list of people. Tucker tabbed over and increased Sam's volume now that she was no longer shouting. He decided that knowledge was sometimes a curse. "Yeah, having three good players is definitely better than two," he said neutrally.

There was a shuffling on the other side of the mic, the sound of fabric rustling along with a creaking of wood. He could easily picture her curling up in her massive chair. "Why would it have to be her?"

Tucker didn't answer. There was no safe path out of this conversation. He was tempted to queue them up instead of responding, but that probably wouldn't help things.

"Tucker… you're one of my best friends… you know that, right?" Sam began, hesitant.

He did not like where this was going.

"Yeah, I know, Sam, you're one of mine too," he responded. He chewed on his lip and waited to see where she was going with this.

"You're also Danny's… Can… can you tell me why he picked her… over me?"

Yeah, he didn't like where this went at all.

"Sam… listen, you are one of my best friends, but I'm not gonna go against the bro code."

"Tucker! Please! I just… I just need to know. If there's a chance… for us…" Tucker groaned and ran his hand down his face. Sam took that as a sign he was weakening, so she continued on. "I just want to know. Everyone calls us lovebirds… called us lovebirds, and even Lancer was trying to cheer me up today. I just… did I screw this up? Should I have asked him out? I thought… I just… it…"

"Sam," Tucker interrupted. He shouldn’t have, but he didn’t like seeing her floundering like this. She went dead quiet on her side. Damn it, he didn't want to do this. He didn't want to explain this. He… "Sam, look, I shouldn't say this. I really don't want to…" He sighed and exited the game. There wasn't gonna be any playing after this.

He shouldn't be doing this. Danny told him this in confidence, and Sam didn't deserve to be told over a fucking voice call of all things.

But there was no way he was man enough to say this in person.

"I'm sorry," he said simply as he warred inside himself.

"For what?"

"For telling you this…" Tucker leaned forward and exhaled slowly as he rested his head in his hands, elbows on either side of his keyboard. The lights on it glittered in neon colors as they waited for more inputs. "Danny… doesn't feel that way about you…" He hesitated again. He could leave it at that. But Sam wouldn't get the answer to the question she wanted, so he added one more word. "Anymore."

Sam sucked in a breath. "Anymore? He used to?"

Tucker nodded, though she couldn't see it. "Yeah, freshman year? He would have loved it. He thought about asking you out a couple of times, but he thought you weren't into him."

"Are you joking? What? Why?"

"That, I couldn't tell you. Everyone could see it…"

There was silence. The only sound Tucker could hear right now was the whine of his tinnitus ringing. (Too many shots fired from the ecto guns without hearing protection. It was definitely not the byproduct of listening to too much nightcore at the loudest volumes, nope.)

And then Sam asked the dooming question. "What happened?"

Tucker took a deep breath before sighing again. "The accident…" Tucker continued over Sam's attempt to respond. "He told me dying in the portal was the most painful thing that ever happened to him. Like… his sense of how much pain he's in is irrevocably messed up now. Like… one-time Skulker shot a missile at him while he was human. The missile sent shrapnel everywhere and got Danny, right? Well, he didn't realize it ‘till like… a few days later, after everything had all healed up. Danny went into the kitchen, grabbed a knife and cut it out of his leg."

"What the fuck?"

"Yeah! Imagine how I felt walking in there and seeing that! It was awful! Still better than going to a hospital, though."

There was a moment of silence. Tucker looked back over at her profile icon. The ectoplasm green skull stared back at him, and part of him hoped that Sam was getting pulled away so he didn’t have to continue this conversation.

More for Sam’s sake than his.

His hopes were dashed when her icon lit up again. “What does that have to do with me? I…” She paused again, and when she started up again, she was half shouting, desperate. “Wait, is this about the accident? That’s what it was! An accident!" Sam defended herself. "I didn't know what would happen!”

Tucker felt his jaw clench as she pleaded with the wrong person.

"I know, Sam, I know. And so does Danny… but … that was the first time…"

"First time?" Sam repeated, her confusion coming through clearly. He could match her voice to how her eyebrows raised when she was confused. "What do you mean the first time?"

Tucker shook his head. This was stupid. He really shouldn’t be doing this. This wouldn't help anyone. "This is a bad idea… I… Sorry, let's just leave it at that."

"No, Tucker!" Sam shouted. He almost reached up and tore off his headphones due to how loud she was. Instead, his hands rested on them as she begged desperately, "Please, tell me! What happened? Why does… does he blame me?"

"No!" Tucker nixed that immediately. "He doesn't! Or… at least he tries not to! He's happy! Really! He loves the ghost powers, he loves being a hero! He's… he's glad that it's happened, but… he still remembers how much it hurt…"

"Then why?"

Tucker heaved out a breath and looked down at the floor near his desk. He really should clean this room, there were old empty bags of beef jerky everywhere, but a questioning sound from Sam through the headset made him refocus as much as he didn’t want to. "Sam… you remember Paulina's birthday? When you had that fight with Danny? You made a wish, and Desiree granted it. You two never met, and Danny never got his ghost powers…"

"Y-yeah," Sam stuttered, hesitant. She probably had forgotten it, but now that he was bringing it up it was ringing a bell. "I had to dress up all girly in order for you two to even listen to me."

"Yeeeeah…" Tucker drew out, trying to think of how he should navigate this.

Sam seemed to realize where this was going. Even if she had forgotten just why she had made the wish, there was no way she didn’t remember what had followed. How she convinced him to get back into the portal before turning it on. "He… he blames me for that? I… I didn't know what to do! I didn't have ghost powers! I couldn't fight Desiree! And… I knew he'd get them! I don't know if I would! I thought about it! You know… when you guys turned me away the first time! I thought about going in and turning the portal on myself…"

Tucker sucked in a breath despite himself. That would have killed her. It did kill Danny, but he came back. They didn't know if the same thing would happen to him or Sam.

She could have died and stayed dead.

"Is that what I should have done?" she whispered.

"No!” Tucker shouted. He straightened up and started waving his hands back and forth. “No, no, no. Definitely not!” He froze in place before slumping back into his seat. “It's just…"

There wasn't much left anymore. Just one thing.

"Sam…" he paused, he shouldn’t say this, but everything else was laid out already. "Sam… you wished that you and I would remember everything… and Danny too."

Sam gasped. "So he…"

"He remembers dying… twice ."

"I-I didn't…" Sam uttered. This didn’t sound like her.

She sounded broken.

"I know, Sam… I know…"

#dp fic #danny phantom #fanfic #one sided Danny/Sam #tucker foley #sam manson

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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The rancher's failing champion boyfriend

Character: Leon x male reader

Universe: Pokémon

Warnings: Slight angst

Slightly warm summer air, flowed over the wide grassland, rustling the many trees around and some even in the fenced-in area, which started at the end sides of a big house. Reaching over a massive amount of land. Multiple barns and other small houses were all over the place, just like different types of smaller enclosures for different types of Pokémon.

It was just another hard day of work. Your own Pokémon working with you, except for one, that slept all the way in.

Different than other days, this one felt especially lonely. The day, everyone should celebrate with their partner was the day before and you were alone, even though it shouldn’t have been that way.

Which was why you worked even harder that one, just to forget about everything, just like your boyfriend seemed to do.

You were just about to feet the Miltank, Wooloos, and Mareep, that you heard big wings over your head. Only one look into the sky, already told you who it was. An annoyed sigh escaped your mouth, as not long after, you got all the Wooloos near you, someone jumped down out of the sky, just to chase away, these easy-to-scare Pokémon.

„Hey,“ he confidently, with a proud swollen chest greeted you. But you on the other instead of kissing the floor he is walking on, just ignored him. Calling out to your Absol to get the Wooloos back to you.

Just to turn around and walk to the MIltank, waiting for their special treats. One by one, got a special berry, a crossing, that you with the help of a Professor made, to increase the ability of your Miltanks to produce milk and at the same time, make their immune system stronger.

„Hey babe!“, your boyfriend called out to you again. But just as before you ignored him, stroking the heads of your Pokémon and finally also checking if the wool of your Wooloos is ready to be sheered off.

„Did I do something?“

„I don’t know, maybe ask your calendar,“ you muttered angrily under your breath.

He could hear just so, because of your angry voice, which confused him. As he opened the calendar on his phone, he actually went pale. „I’m sure, we can make plans again!“, he tried to tell you.

Which actually got you from your kneeling position. But not without a long-winded heavy sigh. „No, we can’t. It was the last concert this band will ever give. I actually gave our cards away to my little brother and his friend, just so they don’t get wasted. And the restaurant opening, that we would've gone to after the concert, went well, even without my moral support for my best friend. He understood, that I wouldn’t want to come alone and that my boyfriend the champion of the Gala region, again let me hang.“

You could see the shame on your boyfriend's face. He hadn’t even the excuse of him being Champion, because you were one too, years ago.

„Six months, Leon! Six months, not a call, not a message. I only saw you on the news, nothing more. I even came by your home, sixteen times, but always got blown off, because you were in some important meeting!“ Your anger dissolved into disappointment at that point.

Your boyfriend could tell that, being disappointed in himself. „You could’ve sent me a message too, you know, or call. I would've answered you any time,“ he weakly tried to argue. At that point, you already had turned around to feed your Wooloos their special treats next. But you froze as he told you that. „Check your phone.“

Leon did that a moment later, just to become speechless. Every day in the last six months did you write him. About your day, the Pokémon, and so on, even telling him about the time Absol saved another Pokémon from drowning. Besides that, every second or third day, were also multiple calls from you.

„Oh.“

„Yeah, `Oh´.“

„How can I make it up to you?“, he asked determined after a long silence.

„I don’t even know if I want to continue this.“

„What?“, he asked confused.

„Our relationship, since you became champion, there isn’t much time for us anymore. I’m the owner of a ranch, an arena and champion consultant, owner of a Pokémon snack company, and a breeder. Even I have the time to of things with you.“ Your voice is exhausted not only from your work but from this useless conversation.

Leon thought about it for a while. But the one glance you gave him, told you already, that he wanted to stay with you. You wanted that too, you love this idiot. But to feel alone all the time is not what you had in mind, as he began his own journey.

„What if I let you fight me?“

You could only roll your eyes. „Get your Charizard out.“ And Leon did what you asked him to do. The moment it came out of his ball again. It looked around for the next fight, just to see you. It nuzzled its head immediately into your body, getting all the scratches it deserved.

„Would you like to fight against my Lucario, again?“, you asked it. Within an instant, it stopped its happy waggling, standing up straight, glancing between you and his partner, just to tip on his ball to vanish again. „Maybe you should finally learn, that some people are stronger than you, just like your Pokémon do.“

After feeding these three types of Pokémon their special treats, you went back, to fill up the water and normal food.

„You can help me, sit down in the house, or I don’t know fuck off?“ Already having enough of your boyfriend's antics.

At first, Leon, couldn’t think, why his sweet caring boyfriend, became so hard. For a moment, he even believed that your other best friend? Enemy? Frenemy? Beat you in a battle, but if that was the case, you would’ve been devastated.

So he followed you, while you carried a hay bale to one of the barns. Where multiple Taurus, waited for their food, just in the nick of time, as you put the bale down, he engulfed you from behind. Your hand still holding onto the bale, at the rope.

„What is going on?“, he asked again, this time a bit more pressing. Until you broke down. Really broke down, ugly crying and everything. Still holding onto this stupid bale.

But as your anger rise again, you pulled the rope that hold the bale together on its four sizes and ripped it in four. The work on the ranch made you strong.

„I missed you! I fucking missed you! Every day I was so alone, I felt forgotten by you!“, you finally cried, letting the rope fall to the floor, pressing yourself face first in Leon’s shirt.

His heart ached at seeing you like this. So weak, so broken, and all of this, because of his inconsiderate thinking.

„I will not be champion for much longer. Hop is on his journey this year, and-“

„Hop will never become champion. He does not have what you I have. His best friend or boyfriend I should say has a real chance!“

„How do you know this?“

Finally, your tears subsided again. You never were a person to cry at all. „Because I talk to him because we both missed you. And I watched some of his and his boyfriend's matches. They still don’t know that they are made for each other though.“

Leon could only shake his head in wonder how your brain actually works. „Don’t pressure my little brother into a relationship with another person!“, he jokingly told you off.

„So I also shouldn’t pressure Raihan to date someone?“, you asked sheepishly, already knowing that this one was already way too late.

„You didn’t!“, he almost swore at you.

„It is your fault! You weren’t here to stop me!“

He pressed you against his toned body a bit harder, „But I’m here now and I will never let you go again!“

Your heart melted at his declaration of pure love. What you craved for so long, finally happened. Now he only needed to propose. But that could wait, as long as he was yours.

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burthummels · 10 months

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ok i changed my mind about drawing all the hair colours bc that's actually a lot of work that i don't have the energy for rn (silly art block and whatnot) and i don't wanna make u wait forever bc i'd forget etc etc i'm so sorry i'm a massive mess rn

ANYWAY i wanna preface this list by saying that i think black is a great colour on all of them! thinking specifically about that time jimin got compared to prince eric <3 and tae's recent pretty black curls (gone but never forgotten) but they all look good with black hair and i will not hear otherwise 😤

joon:

i think joon looks really good with light hair in general but i am particularly weak for grape!joon <3 his spring day/not today soft purple hair is everything to me

jin:

u are so so right about purple jin but may i offer u blond and pink jin as well! i think that almost platinum blond makes him look so ethereal and it very much fits the way his voice sounds to me. and shoutout to the pink for being so pretty on him

yoongi:

ok tbh i think black is his best colour however!! this ashy brown hair is super pretty

and shoutout to platinum blond agust d bc this was a Look he is so iconic for doing this

hobi:

i second the reddish brown tbh that is the colour i wish my hair was rn but i am realising very quickly that i can't pull it off quite like him ksfjhgkfd </3 anyway i also love whatever is going on with his hair in the spring day mv i think that should be an honourable mention

jimin:

jimin is a natural blond to me too tbh. especially when it looks all soft and fluffy i think he looks so cozy and gentle and huggable!! i'm also very weak for the pink tho like spring day jimin is everything to me and i was so happy when the pink made a comeback

tae:

tae looks good in literally every colours it's so unfair to the rest of us </3 out of the really bright colours my faves were red and blue tho! tae in the save me mv really imprinted on me in ways i can't describe dkfgjh and then when he had blue hair and jimin had pink hair 💞💞💞 looking so bright and colourful together i love them sm <33

but also!! this fluffy curly brown on him!!! when people were saying he looked like a poodle!! so so soft i fucking love it i want to play with his hair

jungkook:

i think i'm mainly used to seeing black/brown on him bc he had those colours for so long but! cherry kook or even just the red tips that i don't remember but found when i was looking up his red hair <3 idk there's just sth about this look that really hits to me

omg grape!joon how could i ever forget !!!! the sweetest angel anctually !!!! i love light hair on him :( it's just so !!! aah oh wowowow he's so my everything shaped and these pictures just prove it actually like i'd do anything for him

oh yes i am so glad you offered up blonde and pink jinnie !! he is so ethereal and soft and he just looks like he should be a prince somewhere like ,,,, he's so right when he calls himself worldwide handsome like he KNOWS he's so pretty and he's right

ASHY BROWN WITH THE HEADBAND LIKE I THINK IM GONNA SHORT CIRCUIUT !!!!!!! AND THEN PLATINUM AGUST D?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!!!! LIKE ARE U TRYING TO MAKE ME EXPLODE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOOOOOOOOOOOD no yoongi just ,,,,,,, og i become insane any time i look at him actually like there is something inside of my body that just insantly gives me the feeling of wanting to bite on glass and scream like ,,,,,, GOD min yoongi

my best friend hobi my best friend !!!! the red hair !!!! ooooh that hobi is just has such a special place in my heart like idk i look at him and i am simply filled with joy and happiness and my saddness melts away (that's any hobi but red hair hobi just <333 baby boy) and yes !!!! the spring day hair w the red streaks !!! aaah he looks so cute in it 🥺 and his eyes look so pretty in that photo too and that choker of im 🥺🥺🥺

NATURAL BLONDE JIMIN STANS RISE !!!!!!!! yes when it's soft and fluffy !!!!! oh it's perfect and i jsut wanna give him all the hugs !!! and you're sosososososo correct about pink jimin like that is also just a precious huggable angel sorry and i think i'd love to see a pink!jimin comeback again i think it would bring world peace

the fact that tae just...... looks good in everything... im sick to my stomach.... how is it FAIR !!! OH BLUE AND PINK JIMIN !!!! MY COTTON CANDY TWINS !!!!! THEY JUST !!!! OH THEY JUST LOOK SO PERFECT TOGETHER !!!! (maybe they're more jollyrancher colored but it doesn't have the same ring) but oh tae in the save me mv is imprinted in my mind and i will rewatch it jsut for himsdkfjhlsd but poodle!tae !!! oh what a sweet boy !! that live where jk was just putting forks in his hair sdjkfhaldskfh

OH JUNGKOOK MY SWEET BABY STAR CANDY JUNGKOOK WHO IWOULD LITERALLY DO ANYTHING FOR !!!!! i look at him and i am instintaniously the heart eyes emoji like i can't help it that just who i am and jungkook is my babygirl that's how the world is !!!! but yes the reeeeed cherry !!!! it's so good !!! i love when you can still see his roots but there's color there i think that's the best way to do color for his hair !!!! oh it's just <33333 wow,,,,, im looking at those photos and im simply just here to be a in love w jungkook like i think that's what im put on this planet for (also soobin behind jk in the first photo made me giggle a little sdjhfakld)

!!!! spring day bangtan is just something that can be so personal and so full of love and emotion like.... wow.... !!!

#and yesss i agree their black hair is so !!!! oh they're just all so pretty wow !!!!!!#anyone who disagrees i will fight !!!!#and don't ever apologize for being a mess !!!!!!!!! >:( im literally right there w you being a massive mess rn so don't worry <3 #mdverse #ask #not glee

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 2 years

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Hello I am here to Very Anonymously leave you a prompt (or just a headcanon) about James and Lily telling Sirius they're pregnant, and Sirius is /not at all/ excited about it. There's a war on! And now he's losing his best friends to a BABY! But then when they put Harry in his arms for the first time, he melts (and immediately tells Remus that he wants one, too.)

See, whenever i get an anon thats like "hello i am very anonymous requesting a thing--" im like...yes, because you're on anon and i cannot decipher patterns of text and put anything together.

so if you're actually an anon, THANK YOU! LOVE YOU! If you're someone i know, thank you, i also love you and thank you.

also i like this more than i thought i would. i have previously dribbled one of my most ridiculous headcanons about sirius and the birth of harry, where he panics while waiting and dyes his hair blonde but ALL IS WELL once that little bundle is in his arms. but actually never considered that sirius could potentially not be thrilled that his best friends had gotten pregnant in the middle of a war.

without further ado...

Sirius had spent the past nine months biting his tongue. Writing words that he wanted to say out loud down on napkins and scraps of parchment and the backs of his hands just so they would have a place to go. To get them out so he didn't cause another war in addition to the one they were already fighting, though Sirius would rather gamble with Dark Magic that sift through a row with his best friend.

Tiny fights they could talk about and around and through, tying everything up in a bow before bedtime.

But something told Sirius he couldn't tell James how absolutely ridiculous it was to have a fucking baby in the middle of war without massive repercussions. Sirius thought he should take his show on the road he had become so skilled at lying through his teeth and plastering on phony smiles whenever pregnancy was mentioned. Or when James called to talk about child development and the new onesies he received from Molly Weasley. Sirius was playing the perfect part of perfectly supportive best friend, nodding along politely, quitting smoking and learning to knit scarves, all the while thinking there couldn't have been a worse idea.

It was eerie. Uncanny. How desperately Sirius wanted to grab James by the shoulders and shake him. Can you just stop and think for one damn second! A phrase James had told Sirius countless times in school when Sirius was a breath away from sending his fist into some Slytherins face or else running off at The Potters trying to prove a point. Because Sirius hadn't stopped thinking. He hadn't stopped worrying since the excited announcement came from his best friends mouth.

This wasn't the time to have a kid.

This wasn't the time for James to have a kid. James and Lily.

And this, above all else, wasn't the time to give Sirius the responsibility of being named Godfather. Sirius was quick to catch onto most things, quick to learn, quick to understand, quick to execute. Except he had tried and failed to build a nursery. He had thrown out too many baby onesies that were lumpy and unusable, his hands too shaky and his mind too worried to keep the stitches straight. To keep from dropping loops and pearls the way he knew he was going to drop the fucking ball when it came to being a Godfather.

There were no books on that. Sirius had checked. Walking up and down the aisles of bookstores in muggle London, rifling through titles, embarrassing himself and asking the store clerks to check the back room for more because none of their stock seemed to offer a solution or provide any useful insight to Being A Godfather. Becoming a Guardian. Because this was a fucking war and Lily and James had big, glowing red, KICK ME signs on their backs and Sirius had never been one for optimism. That was James's forte. Sirius was pragmatic, and the likelihood of all of them escaping the war unscathed was statistically very low. Like it or not, worried or not, Sirius knew this kid was just as much his as it was James and Lilys.

His mind was consumed with nothing but worrying things as he paced the floors of the St. Mungo's waiting room. Ten hours later and he hadn't sat down once. Hadn't stopped, mind running, feet moving, heart racing. Sweaty, neurotic, asking for non-existent updates and pulling at his hair. He'd be bald by the time their child was born, and the kid would grow up with an egg-headed Godfather.

An incompetent, out-of-his-depth, egg-headed Godfather with a neck tattoo and a stupid fucking accent.

"I'm rich," Sirius said suddenly to the receptionist who had been watching the madness unfold in the nearly empty room. "I'm...really bloody rich, so you know, even if I'm rubbish at this whole thing, I can...buy the kid someone who is good at it, right? Like a really excellent nanny, who...knows about nutrition and can teach them about sharing."

"I'm sorry?"

"There were no books at the store! Can you believe it? Not a single one, so I couldn't read up on how to be a half-decent...something. So I'm saying that...at least I have money because I'll just buy them everything. That'll do it, right?"

"I think you should have some water, Mr. Black."

"Probably, but circling back to the rich thing--it's redeeming, isn't it."

The young witch smiled, "You're not the first...nervous parent who has been in here. I'm sure you have other things this child will be lucky to have."

"But what if I don't? They'll...be okay because I have money," Sirius nodded shortly, "And I also am...I might be able to teach them maths. But everything else? Shit out of luck. Hence the money thing, you know? I'll get them eight tutors for every subject if they want and...someone who is kind and knows right from wrong and maybe someone who has more experience? Because...I just know how to manage money! That's it! I'm actually not bad at it, all things considered, and I think--"

"Mr. Black?" another voice interrupted Sirius's rantings, and he turned around to see a Healer had come through the doors, "Mr. and Mrs. Potter are asking for you."

Sirius tapped the pockets of his jeans quickly, eyes widening, "I just realized I'm empty-handed. I had a blanket to bring! It's at my flat! I bought a blanket because I couldn't make one, and then I just showed up here without it, and now I'm so rude and have shown up to a birth without a gift! I can't--"

"It will be just fine, Mr. Black," the Healer assured him, and Sirius let out a breath, as he followed them through the doors and down the hall.

Stupid idea, James. Brainless. Foolish.

A baby!

Me, the Godfather? Idiotic.

He walked into the room, a scene that looked straight from those muggle-television shows Sirius had spent time watching at The Lupins when he visited at seventeen. James sitting on the bed next to Lily, a tiny bundle in his arms. They both smiled at Sirius when he walked in, gesturing for him to come closer.

"I don't have anything," Sirius said stupidly as he got closer to Lily's bed, bending down to give her a kiss on the cheek instinctively because that was something you did when someone had just given birth. Right? "I...I'm being rude."

"You're thinking about etiquette right now?" James asked, "You're the gift, idiot."

"I--" But before Sirius could say anything else, James had handed Sirius the pile of blankets that held the tiniest baby Sirius had ever seen. Shock of black hair.

"Meet Harry James Potter," James grinned, "Your godson."

Sirius's mind quieted as he looked down at the baby snug in his arms, taking a chance and bringing him closer into his chest. He had read about skin-to-skin contact. He had read that babies were sensitive to smells--they could recognize people by their smells, and it was undoubtedly a good sign there was not a single cry coming from Harry at the smell of him. Unshowered for ten hours.

"He's speechless. I think that means we did a good job, James," Lily whispered.

"You did good," Sirius nodded slowly, deciding that there were definitely worse things than a baby in the middle of the war. Deciding that if there had to be a baby at all...it might as well be the baby of his two best friends, and he would figure the rest out. He'd write the book if he had to.

#asks #grey answers #sirius and harry saturday sunday #sirius black #harry potter #james potter

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