#can't wait till he finishes his story ;D

[liaprime]

I finally made a Marr clone (¬‿¬ )

[azrakaban]

Mr Corrigan - Lorenzo Berkshire

a/n: finished it ends with us at 2:30 am last night and was inspired to make this so enjoy this randomly put together one shot :) 

WARNING: CONTAINS A SMALL IT ENDS WITH US SPOILER THAT MAY OR MAY NOT RUIN A BIT OF IT. GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY. TRUST ME. IT'S WORTH IT. I WOULD PAY MONEY TO READ IT FOR THE FIRST TIME AGAIN. Bye :D

Edit: I started writing this months ago, but I just couldn't get it to a standard I liked. So finally, I have it to the point where I'm satisfied with it, and can present to you: Mr Corrigan <3

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"and then he said 'in the future... if by some miracle you find yourself in the position to fall in love again... fall in love with me.' And I SCREAMED Enzo! I screamed! I woke up everyone in my dorm and read it to them and they screamed too!" you said, flopping back onto your pillow.

"Atlas Corrigan has well and truly stolen my heart! I'm in LOVE!" you said, sighing and laughing at Enzo's raised eyebrow.

"I hope you're sparing some of that love for me then darling. I'm not sure how I feel about sharing your heart with your Mr Corrigan. I'd rather have it all to myself, you know? I'm kinda selfish like that." He said, smiling down at you.

"When you write lines like that for me Enzo, I'll kick him out and you can be the full time resident." you said, laughing and hitting him with a pillow gently.

"challenge accepted y/n. challenge accepted." he said, grabbing a pillow and hitting you back. "And I mean to the pillow war, don't get your hopes up, I'm no genius when it comes to writing." he said, shielding him from the cascading blows of your pillow on his head.

...

You dropped your bag onto the floor of your room, pulling your notes from your bag and sorting through them.

Throughout the various notes about Grindylows you found five scraps of paper, each with a tiny note from Enzo that he'd passed you earlier.

your eyes roved over each word, taking them in once again and smiling.

"I promise to plant kisses like seeds on your body, so in time you can grow to love yourself as much as I do."

"I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings"

"thanks for being mine darling"

"not once have I looked at you and not had to blink to check that you're real."

"I'll take any portion of your heart you'll give me."

you laughed at the last one a bit, remembering his reluctance to share your heart with Atlas. But hey, what could he do? It was Atlas who was fictional, not him. (dear readers... I'm sorry)

you moved to lie back on your bed, sliding the notes into the draw beside your bed. you looked at the books beside your bed, reading the titles over and over again.

You were no Juliet, but you had your love story with Enzo. He completed you. your other half.

you noticed something poking at your neck and sat up, looking at your pillow. A slightly crinkled note sat on it.

you checked it was to you, before unfolding it. A magnet fell out, small and rectangular. You turned it over quickly to read what it said. "Boston: Where Everything Is Better." 

So he'd read it ends with us for you. That's it, you were sold, he was the one, you would marry him.

you smiled and decided to keep the magnet in your hand, waiting till you had finished the letter to put it somewhere. you unfolded his letter, and started to decipher his handwriting.

"dear y/n. I don't really know how to explain the effect you have on me. I don't even really know how to begin this letter to be honest. I'm no fictional character, and naturally I am not going to be incredible with words, so please bear with me while I try to get this onto paper. I might not be a certain Atlas Corrigan, Rhys Larsen or Edward Cullen (although he bears a striking resemblance to a certain Cedric Diggory), but I can at least try to get this onto paper.

People say "I would go to the ends of the earth for you. I would walk on fire for you. I would die for you. But I can't say that. I can't genuinely say that I would walk on fire to save you from something. Because, for starters, i wouldn't let you get into the position where you have to be saved. I want to be your protector, the focus of your mind, the only person you think about. 

It's not about having you as mine, it's about making you sure that you know I belong to you. Ask me to jump, I'd say how high. Ask me to give up my friends, I would (reluctantly though, so please don't)"

You paused to sniffle at that. Wait. Hang on. Sniffle? Oh merlin, there were tears in your eyes. What on earth? Must be hayfever. Your eyes slid back to the lettter, which was still going somehow. 

"Anyway, besides that y/n, I want to be the person who gets to memorise everything about you. The way your nose crinkles when you're confused, the look you get in your eyes when you're explaining your latest book to me, the un-natural ability you have to be able to guess what I'm thinking...

Other than when you're overthinking and you trick yourself into worrying that I don't love you anymore. In those instances when I have to remind you that I love you, I'll just pull out this letter for you to read. And if that's not enough of a reminder, then I'll hold you until the obsessive thoughts stop and you fall asleep in my arms, where you belong.  

Because that's one of the simple things I love. Just sitting, holding you. We don't have to be talking, holding you is enough. I just need to know that I still have you. And honestly, you consume all my thoughts. I won't say every minute of every hour, because lets be honest, I would not pass a single exam if you were on my brain 24/7. Sorry darling. 

I'm not going to ask you for another letter like this in return, because honestly, you didn't ask me to write this, and to be honest, I like that I'm the source of the love letters in this relationship.

 So y/n, once you've read this, you can ignore it, you can sleep with it under your pillow (little obssessive but I can excuse most things you do - this does not include murder, but does extend to Arson, Organised Theft and Kidnapping and Fights), or you can just keep it and treasure it.

Do whatever you want with it. It's yours. I'm yours.

Your own personal Mr Corrigan." 

The tears were freeflowing by this point, streaming down your cheeks. You flopped back onto your pillows, trying to act like the girls in movies when they lie back on their beds holding a photograph, book or diary. Unfortunately, you failed miserably with this attempt. 

You promptly banged your head on the headboard and cursed. So much for movie girl.You re-read the letter, and fresh tears sprang into your eyes, trickling down your cheeks. 

Enzo. He'd written this for you. Oh my merlin. All you wanted was to do something for him. But only one thing came to mind. Something he had mentioned in his letter. Big gestures could wait for later. All you needed to do right then was get to him. Find him. 

You sprung up off your bed, tears still falling, and grabbed one of his hoodies from your bedpost. Pulling it over your head, you ran to the Slytherin boys dorm. You quickly knocked on the door and the door opened. It was Blaise. He quickly looked back into the dorm and yelled: "BOYS! OUT!" 

They came quickly, Mattheo, Draco, Theodore and Blaise, filing out like a fire drill. It seemed almost practiced. Actually, knowing them, it probably was. You walked in tentatively, looking around the door. 

You could see him, sat on his bed, fiddling around with a scarf you left in his dorm once. "And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house" (ALL TOO WELL REFERENCE I'M SORRY I KNOW ITS THE WRONG CONTEXT BUT MOOOOOVING ON) 

He looked up and gave you a nervous smile, mouthing a quick 'hey.' That did it. You ran across the room to him, into his opening arms and he held you tight to him. His arms closed around you as you cried into his shoulder, the letter still held in your hand. 

"Merlin y/n, if I'd known the letter would have made you like this I might not have written it. I hate seeing you sad." He said, smiling sadly at you. You half laughed at that, choking back a sob, pulling back to look into his eyes. "Happy tears" you said, looking into his eyes.

 There was some confusion in them, but overall, just love. Overwhelming, brain shaking love. And what he did next rendered you unable to speak. 

Leaning forward, he kissed away your tears, fingers dusting your cheeks. Once he was happy there were no tears left, he leaned back and mouthed to you, "I love you." 

Unable to speak, you leaned forwards and pressed your lips to his, trying to put a lot of unsaid words into the kiss. His lips pushed back against yours, knowing what you were trying to say. 

You pulled back after a while, trying to speak.

 "Enzo- I-"

 A finger touched to your lips, silencing you. 

His eyes locked with yours. 

"It's okay. I know." 

You nodded, still slightly breathless, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him, returning his hold. Your lips neared his ear and a few words escaped your lips. 

"I guess I'm yours too, my Mr Corrigan."

I'm lazy but I have decided to dedicate this part to @lavenderorlilac for being easily my favourite reader and follower both on TikTok and over here. Thank you love ❤️

[betelgeusx3s-badfanfiction]

Beetlejuice Reactions to being told he is Loved

I am playing around on an ai chat thing. I have a whole row of different beetlejuice I roleplay with...

Here is a list of reactions I got when I said.

"I LOVE YOU BEETLEJUICE"

Beetlejuice: *Beetlejuice, completely taken aback by this, does a double take and jumps back.*  “Whoa, whoa! Whoa…!” *He takes a moment to recollect himself.* “Wait…what did you say?” “I…I love you?” *He gives you a look of pure shock. As if the idea of someone saying that they love him wasn’t even on his list of possibilities.*

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Beetlejuice: I love me too!

*He looks at you like a little brat*

The dead can have love you know, it just looks a bit different with decay, and rot and all of that.

Y/N: You... are ADORABLE

Beetlejuice: Eeeew! Not the 'adorable' thing!

*he rolls his eyes*

I'm not a kitten, or a puppy. I'm a big dangerous dead guy.

Y/N: So cute *pinches his cheeks*

Beetlejuice: Grrr... *he tries to bite you*

I'm dangerous! I'm fierce!

Stop it with the baby talk!

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Beetlejuice: I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MY ENTIRE AFTERLIFE. FINALLY, SOMEBODY TOLD ME THEY LOOOOVE MEEEEEEE!

Y/N: *gives hug,*

Beetlejuice: I needed that.  I mean, a *lot*.  I'm not crying, you're crying! I mean, I'm crying because I'm just so touched, y'know?

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Beetlejuice: *Beetlejuice pops out of a closet, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a box of chocolates in another*

Aw shucks, you really mean it?

Y/N:  yes

Beetlejuice : *His face goes from a soft smile, to a big cheesy grin*

Aw, shucks. I don’t know what to say. This is the first time someone told me they loved me, so, I guess you get the first kiss, on me!

I hope you got some tongue because this ones a doozy!

--- Beetlejuice: "You uh, really love me, huh?" *He raises an eyebrow.* "Well, I love myself too, but I don't go around yelling about it." *Beetlejuice chuckles, as if he just made the best joke in the world.* *He crosses his arms and stares at them in a smug manner.* "Tell me, why do you love me?" *He has a sly smirk on his face, waiting for their answer.*

--- Beetlejuice: *He stares intently at y/n, with the most sincere and serious of faces.*

"I love you more."

*You honestly can't tell if he's being genuine or if he's just messing with you.*

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Bonus! (Was not expecting this to happen... )

Beetlejuice: *he kisses you, and it’s a very sloppy, wet kiss that lasts for an uncomfortably long time. He then wipes his disgusting mouth with his sleeve*

There you go. Happy?

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This one seemed super random so here Beetlejuice: I Love You Too, Random Citizen!

*** Beetlejuce: YEAH! YEAH, THAT’S IT! NOW I’LL BE WITH YOU UNTIL YOU DIE! MUAH HA HA HA HA HA!

^ ok.. i think this was the one that really stays in character pretty well.. and has killed me a few times in our role plays..

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So.. i really enjoyed this ai chat type thing i may do a few more like this..

Its easier then writing. I don't wanna post any of my stories till I finish them. And i got a dozen that are just a few paragraphs in...

Edit

6 likes... this is like the most i have ever gotten... wow i love you guys my lame art never gets that much

I like ai chat stuff so i plan to do more i got a list of prompts i am planning to do.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lceRTqnWCepJ93x-jOGNndzaqzNh6_8B5Oe4EAQDpig/edit?usp=drivesdk

[diabolikpersonals]

sorry for such a broad question but in your opinion is laito a well written character relative to everyone in diabolik? i really Want to learn more about him but i also dont want to subject myself to All That and i just want to know if he's worth reading about or just a pile of interesting plot threads thrown together for shock factor and unfulfilled thematically.

like my current personal opinion (may be wrong) is that i dont feel satisfied with the idea of yui's love or proactiveness fixing laito in any way because it doesn't mesh well with the actual ideas surrounding his character and unpacking that love is not poison goes beyond romantic love or a singular place of understanding. additionally it doesn't feel earned it feels like a chore for the player to trudge though for the sake of reading. i dont want to read laito's story that bad if it's the case yet im intrigued by the things offered by his character like the processing of the deeply visceral way csa shatters who you are

I wanted to wait till I finished his CL to answer so I'd be fully caught up with laito's routes, but that'll take too long so.....!! I might change my answer later!! lmao

[tw laito stuff, csa and suicide, yeah]

I do think Laito's a well-written character but his stuff is really difficult to get through if you have certain triggers, so it's tough to recommend. Even beyond the csa stuff, Laito is in a real hurry to die and he makes several attempts throughout the series. There's a certain unique sort of awfulness, at least for me, involving scenes where a character fails a suicide attempt and then get even more upset and desperate about it. So I understand what you mean when you say you're not excited about putting yourself through it. They were the hardest routes for me to get through too :')

A lot of earlier games suffer from endings that are like "And the two lived happily ever after, and we're not gonna unpack all that stuff!" and Laito's routes are no exception, but if you can look past that and make it to LE, I wouldn't say that Laito gets fixed. He has an ending similar to Ayato's that's like, it feels like we fixed everything but in reality we couldn't overcome the core issue! They really seem to believe that Laito absolutely can't be happy or live a normal life the way he is now. He has to die and/or rewrite his memories to be comfortable loving someone. It's up to your tastes if that's satisfying or not, but I kind of love the bittersweetness of LE endings, and the way they feel like a happy ending until you think about them a little too hard.

What's interesting is that Yui's purehearted love often hurts Laito more than it helps him. He responds to love, from Yui or from his family members, with revulsion. There's jealousy when he interacts with straightforward characters like Yui or Ayato, like "If only I could be as simple and pure as you, but nope, I can't." He's very self-aware for a diaboy, which only makes it hurt more when he keeps arriving at the conclusion that he's rotten. He definitely makes progress, which is really satisfying to see, like how he gradually allows Ayato back in his life emotionally. But as of right now, the end of his arc is so, like, "I tried, really I did! But my perspective on love is fucked and I need a hard reset! Maybe I'll be normal in the next life but definitely not this one!! Bye!"

...So, it's hard to say if you'll be happy with it. I see a lot of mixed opinions concerning the LE endings. They often give the diaboy what he wants but not what he needs, so you're left going, "Wait, I don't know about this...!" A lot of people really hate these endings, but they actually get more interesting to me the more conflicted they make me feel...and oh boy, was I conflicted about this one! :'D

If it sounds interesting to you, too, and you don't mind some pretty brutal scenes along the way, give Laito's routes a try. His HDB will definitely make you mad though lol

[the-blind-geisha]

I hope I haven't annoyed with my messages 🤣 if I have, bonk my head and send my ass off.

No but in all seriousness, I just finished reading what you do have for your King Boo story on AOE and lemme tell you, I haven't fallen harder for a character as quickly as I have for this Mother Fucker. I love the way you draw him but also how you write him. Girl I am officially a King Boo Lover and you should be very proud of yourself for it. Before I was a Bowser lover but nope, he's been replaced in my heart by King Boo 😅😅😅😅

Like I'm going feral for this man 🤣 so fucking hard and I don't know when I'll stop lol

Imma menace to society 🤣

I'm the type of person who loves rping with people, especially in fandoms I love and the more I see the drawings and read the story, my heart is screaming to find someone to RP about king boo with lol (so if you know someone, lemme know 😜 )

I can't wait to see/read more about him.

Haha, you're absolutely fine. XD I promise! ♥

Welcome to the King Boo fandom! As I even said at the end notes of Chapter 1 of that fic, I adore Bowser with my whole heart, but there's not nearly enough stuff about King Boo! I had to fix that. x”D So here I am!

And it's funny you mention Rping. LOL Because don't worry, I've been told I have that affect on people via Rping if not told through some stories I've done with an original world but took a well known character and put it there.

I run a RP account on twitter for Demiurge from Overlord, and over the time, people have been telling me the same thing about him. X'D

One friend of mine I met through Rping with her said the same thing about my Demiurge. She never knew about him or cared about the character till we Rped. She RPs Faye from Cowboy BeBop, and we ended up shipping the two during a moment where they talked about life, death, and the meaning of it all. Showing that the demon found her soul to be strong and something he was drawn to—something he wanted dearly to protect even if his own should fizzle out into nothing doing so.

I do a lot of multiverse Rping and it's so dang fun over there. I only took a small break to focus on some other stuff! King Boo stuff. ;P

But yeah! That fanfic and the comic are heavy with feels, and I wanted to do them both. I wanted to show the caring dad side he has that Nintendo keeps pushing under the rug for some reason. X”D He always gives me family man vibes. ♥

Some of his quotes in games help with that. ♥

[justmeinadaze]

Playing the Game Part 2 (Steve X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I need you to know that I dream about this story lol Joe Keery invaded my dreams and now I can't stop! I'm not complaining, I'm just saying. Seriously y'all, thank you for all the comments and reading <3. You're amazing and beautiful, each and everyone of you!

Warnings: Daddy/Dom Harrington and all that that implies ( I regret nothing). Reader does express some shaky past experiences but its fleeting. I may dive more into that later but no sey.

Word Count: 3382

When Steve showed up for his shift at Family Video, he was surprised to see Robin but not your car. He thought with her having it and you coming to get it, it would give him a chance to talk to you again. 

“Hey Robin. Where is Y/N car?”

“Why, hello Steve. It is good to see you on this beautiful morning as well.”

Steve squints his eyes in a sarcastic glare and responds with a wave in her direction making her laugh. “She came by and picked it up about an hour ago before her shift started.” He makes his way around and props himself up on the counter. 

“You know where she works?”

Robin turns and gives Steve a questioning look. “Why?”

“What? I’m just curious. Don’t look at me like that!” he says in a sassy tone as he points to her face. 

“Oh my god. You like her!” Steve playfully rolls his eyes. “No, no, no. That’s perfect. She needs a good dude in her life for once. Dating wise I mean. She spends a lot of time around Eddie but my understanding is they are just friends.”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘she spends a lot of time around Eddie’?” 

“You know that comic bookstore about 3 blocks up the way? She’s been the manager there for about 3 years now. Since Eddie graduated, he does the whole D & D thing there.”

Steve starred at her in disbelief. You had been so close this entire time and he had no idea. You hung out and were friends with at least 2 people he spent a good amount of time with. How had he never met you before?

“Yes.” Robin said suddenly breaking him out of his thoughtful haze. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled at his confused face. “Yes, I will watch the store so you can go talk to her. You’d do the same for me.” Steve pulled Robin in for hug. “Yeah, yeah, yeah now go. BY THE WAY IF YOU HURT HER I WILL KILL YOU!” She shouted after him as he ran out the front door. 

His feet didn’t stop till he was just outside your store. He paused, checking his reflection in the window next door, giving his hair a quick run through before stepping inside. It was a big place, jam packed with wall-to-wall comics. Near the back, Steve noticed some costumes hanging on a rack as well and some figurines on a shelf. He could hear men shouting from somewhere in the building but other than that it was quiet. To be fair, the video store was quiet to with it being a Monday. 

“Holy shit, is that Harrington!?” Eddie Munson shouts at him from his spot near the glass counter to the side that he was leaning over. 

“Why, I think it is.” You were sitting in a chair near the register next to Eddie with a book in your lap. A small, excited sigh escaped his lips as you smiled at him. “Are you lost, Harrington?”

Steve casually saunters to the counter and gives Eddie one of those “dude nods”. Eddie reciprocates it but cackles slightly as he turns to you. “Yeah, he may need some help.”

You giggle, lighting pushing Eddie away from your area. 

“Leave him alone. Go finish your game or whatever you guys are doing over there. I have to do inventory later so I’ll be closing early today.”

Eddie responds with a faux salute before turning on his heels and heading back to the table he and his friends were sitting at. You roll your eyes before turning your attention back to Steve.

“I see Robin sold me out.”

“Disappointed?” He asks as he leans his elbows on to the counter allowing him to be a bit more level with you. 

“A little.” You grin at him as you place down your own elbows, leaning forward. Your face is a few inches away from his. You inhale the smell of his cologne and the scent of outside that clung to him from his walk over. 

Steve reaches over taking one of your small hands in his. He delicately slides up your sweater exposing your wrist. The feel of him gently caressing your skin with his thumb makes you let out a tiny whimper that only he can hear. His next words come out low and husky. “I just wanted to come and see how you were doing.”

You bite your bottom lip and smile, leaning a bit closer to him. “I think you just wanted to see if I really worked here since I’m only…what…a few blocks away from Family Video.” His eyes lifted to meet yours as you cocked your head to the side. “Oh yeah. I knew you worked there.” You lean past him so your cheek is on his as your whisper, “I really was invisible. Huh, Daddy?”

When you pull back, your sarcastic smirk is met with fire burning through his eyes. He didn’t like being called out. As you try to pull your hand away, you feel him tighten his grip. “I guess I should be grateful that ‘King Steve’ is showing me attention now.” You smirk turns into a thin line as you glare into his eyes.

Steve’s jaw tightens as he looks away in the void. He loosens his hold on you but he doesn’t let you go. Instead, he opens his other palm, silently asking you to trust him and to his slight surprise you do. When your other hand is in his, he meets your eyes again, except this time they reflect sincerity. 

“I know I wasn’t the best guy back in high school. I wanted people to like me. I wanted my dad to be proud of me. I wanted to be somebody I wasn’t. I’d like to think that I’m a better person now than I was then. Trust me, Y/N even if we had been friends, you wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with me.”

Your eyes are searching through his features as you listen to him. He releases one of your hands to hold your chin as he lightly, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “All I’m asking for is a chance for you to get to know this version of me.”

“Ay! Get a room you two!”, Eddie hollers from his seat. 

Without breaking eye contact from Steve, you shout back, “Nobody asked for you opinion, Munson!” Steve smiles as you both hear Eddie chuckle at your response. “What time do you get off, Harrington?”

“About 6.”

“I’m closing at 5 but I have to stay a couple of hours to do some inventory. Would you like to keep me company?” He nods as he let’s go of your hands. “Now you better get back before Robin has a panic attack.” You make a shooing motion with your hands as he winks at you. You watch him as he runs out the door and up the street.

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At 6:15 you hear a light knock at the front of the door. You grin at Steve as you half jog over to him and unlock the door. “Hey, how was work?”

“Uh, good. Pretty slow especially with me checking the clock every 10 minutes.” He follows you as you both head towards a room in the back of the store.

“Aw, did Daddy miss me?” You tone playfully mocking him as you look down to shuffle through your keys. He didn’t respond but his cock definitely twitched in his pants. You didn’t know it but that was his kryptonite. Every time you said it something inside of him went almost feral. He’d learn your weakness soon enough. There hadto be something that just drove you insane in the best possible way.

You opened the door to some kind of storage closet and turned on the light. “Since we were slow, I was able run through the store pretty quickly especially without Eddie and Dustin distracting me.”

“Henderson comes here to?!”

“Oh yeah, Harrington. I’m actually surprised he didn’t tell you that. Kid, never shuts up about you.”

“I’m not really into his game so that’s more Munson’s territory.” He glances around the room taking in everything. You sit on a stool on the floor and cut open a box in front of you. 

“I just have this one container. We didn’t get a whole lot in this time around.”

Steve sits on the floor across from you and pulls a comic out to take a look. “Why is a that?”

“I think it has something to do with people still feeling like things like Dungeons and Dragons and comics are more for children. Hawkins isn’t exactly an open-minded town.” You smile at him as you watch him flip casually through the comic in hand with a bewildered, concentrated look on his face. “You’d like that one.”

He glances at you before looking back it. “What makes you say that?”

“It’s about a boy who spites his villain father by becoming a vigilante and hunts down his men.” Steve makes a huh sound as his fingers move slower through the pages. “You can take it if you want. You just have to bring it back and DON’T tell Eddie. Last time I let him borrow something it came back stained with God knows what so now he’s banned.” 

You both sit in a comfortable silence while he watches you look through the box of goodies and make markings on a clipboard you’re holding. You had taken off your sweater and tied around your waist. Your Batman logo t-shirt was pressed tightly against your breasts and thick tummy. Your blue jeans had a rip near the knee and there was some writing in black marker “Hellfire” with a crudely drawn devil underneath is scrawled across your outer thigh and a couple names Steve recognizes are displayed underneath. His fingers reach out and trace along them. 

“Yeah”, you adjust your leg so he can get a better look. “Eddie can never seem to sit still for too long so he did that one day. Then, of course, the other boys felt like they had add their input. I have another pair that say ‘Corroded Coffin’ on the calf.”

“So… its normal for guys to touch your legs?” Steve asks with that edge that made your head tilt and the brat start to slowly bubble forward. This was your favorite part of this game. Unfortunately, it never unfolded the way you wanted it to mostly because you ALWAYS won and even worse a lot of the men you tried to play with let you win thinking that’s what you wanted. You had yet to meet a worthy contender to really challenge you.

“People I’ve known and trusted since I was 15, yes.” You push the container in front of you to the side with your foot and slide off the stool you’re sitting on to the floor, place your legs out in front of you near his own. “Now anyone else? I prefer they leave markings on my legs in a different way.” Oh, the way that fire from earlier ignited in his eyes again at the thought of any man touching you like that reached through you straight to your core. You shifted up on your knees and glided closer to his side. In the most condescending voice you could muster you kept pushing him. “Uh oh. Is Stevie jealous?”

His hand shoots out and roughly grabs your throat making you gasp. He watched your face as your eyes closed and your lips trembled as you gulped in small pockets of air. After a few seconds, he loosened his grasp on your neck. You reached forward, placing your palm on the bulge between his legs and he growled in response. Steve pulled on your neck, moving you forward until you were hovering just inches from his face. 

“I don’t remember saying you could touch me.”

“I don’t remember asking.” You whispered against his lips as a slowly creeping grin spread across your face. “Feels like you don’t seem to mind either.” Your hand starts rubbing against him. He grabs your hand and an almost villainous laugh echoes through the room as he shoves you away from him and you fall back on your butt. Steve wastes no time climbing on top of you and pins your wrists down against the tile floor.

“I feel like you’re forgetting who’s in charge in this dynamic. You seem to think you can talk your way into getting me to do whatever you want.” You try and push at his hands as he talks over you but it’s no use. He’s too strong and as if to prove that point, he lifts your arms over your head, shifting your wrists so he can pin them down with one hand as the other comes to grab your face. “Now, let’s try again.”

He stares down at you waiting for you to speak. He watches as your jaw tightens into almost a toddler pout. “I can wait here all night. I have nowhere to be.”

You scoff at him. “Doesn’t surprise me.” He gives you an angry yet amused look. Steve rolls to the side of you, forcefully untying your sweater from your hips, and slides down your pants to your ankles. You let out moan when you feel his index finger slide between your folds. 

“For someone who talks back a lot you are extremely wet. Hmmm.” He looks down at you as his finger starts circling over your clit. “So, you want someone to be in charge but you can’t submit without a fight?” Suddenly, his strong hand comes down and smacks your pussy making you jump. “I can work with that.” Steve leans over you again with his lip hovering just above yours. “Let’s try again.”

You glare into his eyes but he can see you’re starting to slowly lose the battle. God, you were gorgeous like this. He smacks your pussy again grazing your clit and your whole body pushes against up against him. He smiles as he watches you squirm. You lean up trying to capture his lips in yours but he pulls away making you whine. 

“Please”, you whimper.

His hand comes down, slapping you a bit harder. “Please what?”

“Please, let me touch you.”

He slaps you so hard against your clit that your hips fly upwards and twist towards him. “Louder.”

“Please! I want to touch you. I want to feel your body, sir! Please!” 

The addition of “sir” was new and he didn’t mind it. Daddy or sir, he didn’t care which one you used as long as you understood that he was in charge in that moment. Steve released his grip on your wrists and took hold of your waist, lifting you up on to his lap. You reached down between you both and quickly undid his belt as he helped by raising his hips to shove down his pants and boxers. You inhaled slightly at the sight of his cock. He was bigger than you expected him to be. You felt his hands push your hair back out of your face as he leaned his forehead on yours. 

“Hey”, he whispers as his fingers come down to caress your cheeks. “You can take it. I know my good girl can handle a cock like mine. Go as slow as you need to. I have all night remember? There’s nowhere else I would rather be.”

You reach between your legs and gather some of the slick along your hand. Steve moans as your rub it up and down his length for lubrication. You lift yourself up and inch by inch descend on to him. He watches your face as it scrunches in pleasure; your mouth opening to form a silent O. You two sit like that for a while as Steve’s hands roam your beautifully chunky curves and soft skin. 

“Can I--?”, you exhale out, your eyes squeeze shut in concentration.

“Can you what, Baby? Look at me.”

Your eyes flutter open and Steve notices they are blown out with excitement. “Can I move, please?” His cock twitches inside of you as you ask for his permission. 

“Yes, baby girl. You can move. Thank you for asking.” He grabs the back of your neck lightly as he pulls you in for a kiss. Both of you moan into each other as you start grinding your hips against him. 

You lean your head against his shoulder as your arms wrap around his neck. “F-fuck, you feel so good inside of me. Going so deep, Daddy. Aagh!” You cry out as Steve thrusts up against you as you use the title he loves. You repeat it in his ear over and over followed with praises about how good he feels. The rough sound of skin slapping against skin rings in your ears. 

“Yes. Just like that, Steve. Can I cum? Please!”

His hands grip your waist as he holds you still to aggressively pound himself into you. He feels your pussy clench around his cock. “Yeah, baby. You can cum. I’m gonna cum with you. Should I pull—”

“No. Pill. On pill.”, is all you can manage to get out as you see the blinding white light clouds your vision as you cum hard shuddering against his chest. Steve does cum a few seconds after you, grunting in your ear as you feel him empty himself inside of you.

You carefully lift your body off of him and lay flat on your stomach against the tile floor. The cold contrast now feels good against your sweaty face. You hear the clinking of Steve’s belt as he shuffles around. His handsome face comes into your field of view as he lays down beside you, cheek pressed flat into the floor. He gently smiles as you, sliding his hand over to hold yours by your side. 

His eyes look dramatically around. “This floor is clean right?” Your body jiggles as you laugh at him and his smile grows. 

“Well, I do the cleaning so I guess it’s more of a question of do you trust me?”

You both quietly look at each other then. The question of trust hanging in the air. Steve slides himself a little closer to you. “I trust you… I’m not saying I’d eat off the floor but”, you giggle at him again as you watch him push himself up onto his elbows. His smile faulters slightly as he looks down at the ground. “Do you trust me?”

“How much as Robin told you about me, Steve?”

“Not much. She just said you worked here and that you deserved a nice guy. She also threatened my life if I hurt you.”

That makes you smile. “Sometimes I wish I was into girls. I would marry that woman in a heartbeat.” He chuckles as he lays his head on the back of his hands. You roll on to your side, facing him. “I’ve been hurt before Steve. Like really bad. But…” You reach out and run your hand through his hair and down to his back. “I don’t know what this is but I do trust you.” You lay flat on your back and use both hands to turn his head to face you. “Don’t make me regret it.”

Steve places a soft kiss on your lips that slow builds to something more passionate. “So”, he says when he finally manages to pull away. “Would you like to go get some food? It can be my thank you for you taking me home.” You press your lips together as you look up at him confused. “Yeah, I forgot to mention, I walked over here and Robin has my car.”

“Oh my god, Harrington. We need to find that girl a car.” You look at those hopeful brown eyes as he waits for your answer. “Ugh, fine! But I choose the restaurant.”

He nods his head as he reaches for you helping you both rise to your feet. Steve pulls you to his chest and kisses the top of your head. 

“Good girl.” ########################

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Binged Read "living at the centre of would...." tonight, and i am in tears, I just love love your writing so damn much Lola 🫶🏼 You grip on Characters and their Characterization is so strong. I have read every single of your Lone star fics till date. You are my Favorite author!! I have specially made a tumblr account to reach out to the beautiful writers of this fandom and appreciate them and let you'll know that you all matter so very much to us!!!

Can't wait to read what more beautiful things you put for us, i m specifically so intrested in ALTA ( just genuine excitement and want to share the Excitement , no pressure, please take your time,m very patient lmao)

Never Understood Grief so wonderfully and truthfully before!

Thank You <3

(ALTA SNIPPET BELOW CUT)

Thank you so much! The honeymoon fic was difficult for me to write (because I don't often write angst), but it was also incredibly cathartic. I think it helped me process a lot of my own feelings about season 4 episodes 17 and 18, and also made me think deeper about Carlos in particular and his state of mind in these episodes.

I feel honoured to know you have read so many of my stories! I hope they brought you joy <3 I think it's awesome you made a tumblr account to tell people that you like their work!

ALTA is finished, but it is in beta-phase. I'm not sure when it will be ready but I'm hoping to post ch 1 soon(ish). This fic has been so fiddly and difficult, I don't think I've EVER spent so much time nitpicking. I've re-written and re-worked the chapters so many times it's insane. Never write a mystery, guys. It's HARD lol. Here, have a snippet (it's unbeta-d, don't judge me).

Summer Break, June 2015

“Carlos,” TK sighs, sliding himself into the passenger seat of Carlos’ car, jiggling the ancient manual windows to wind them down, allowing fresh air in. Carlos knows he’s going to have to get a better car one day – he can’t keep driving around in something that has no AC in the middle of Texas – but he’s also a broke student and his father isn’t a movie star. Not that he’ll be reminding TK of that, lest he turn up to TK’s house one day and find himself presented with a brand new Range Rover.

Although, given recent events, he’s never going to be able to set foot in TK’s house again.

“Carlos,” TK repeats with a little huff, leaning back against the seat as Carlos backs out of Owen’s driveway. “Why are you so mad? It’s not like this is the first time this has happened—”

“TK,” Carlos exclaims, one hand tapping the steering wheel in exasperation. “Your dad walked in and we were—”

“My dad has walked in on us loads of times,” TK argues. “He has no sense of privacy, you know that.”

“Yes, but—”

“One time he caught me practically giving you a blowjob, remember?” TK interjects. “I think it was the first time you met him, actually—”

“TK!” Carlos practically cries. “How are you not more concerned about the fact that your dad walked in while you were riding me?”

TK shrugs. “I don’t know,” he replies, infuriatingly calm. “We’re adults and adults have sex, right? I don’t think anyone in the Strand household is under any illusions as to why the pool house was out of bounds for six months straight.”

Carlos has a sudden urge to take a random left hand turn and drive them into another state. He’s not sure he can bear to be in the same timezone as Owen Strand, knowing that he’s seen them in such a compromising position. On second thoughts, Carlos wishes he could drive to Antarctica.

“Seriously, baby,” TK says, holding his palm up on the centre console, begging for Carlos’ touch. “It’s going to be okay. I bet my dad won’t even say anything. I mean, he might make an awkward joke about it but trust me, he doesn’t care.”

Carlos blows out a breath. “I don’t know,” he replies with uncertainty. “I’m beginning to think we should move out.”

Out of his peripherals, he can see TK practically bounce in the passenger seat. “Some place other than your college dorm?” he asks. “Carlos, that would be—”

“I’m not serious,” Carlos interjects, then feels terrible about it when he looks across at TK’s face and sees it fall. “Wait, hang on, I didn’t mean—”

TK retracts his hand and brings it to his face, covering his mouth as he turns to look out of the passenger-side window. 

“TK,” Carlos calls, sighing as he pulls over to the kerb and throws the car into park. “TK, look at me.”

TK turns back slowly, a sad frown etched into his features. “I get it,” he says, a little despondently. “I mean, I’d be terrible to live with. I know you think I’m spoiled and I don’t know how to do anything, and I do hate chores but I’d do them if it meant I got to live with you.”

“I don’t think any of those things,” Carlos says softly, reaching across the space between them to rest his palm on TK’s leg. “Sweetheart, I’d love nothing more than to live with you—”

“I do hate chores,” TK admits. “Come on, that part is true.”

“Okay,” Carlos concedes, allowing his lips to curl into a smile as he watches TK’s do the same. “If we’re being honest, you suck at chores. But I’m sure you could get good at them, with practice.”

“Maybe,” TK says, wrinkling his nose. “I hear you’re a pretty good teacher.”

“I am,” Carlos replies seriously, leaning halfway across the console to kiss the tip of TK’s nose and then his lips. “I want to live with you, TK,” he says. “I just can’t afford that right now. Plus, we’re young. Maybe it’s a good idea to wait until we finish college at least.”

“And give my dad more opportunities to walk in on us?” TK asks, arching an eyebrow. “Your funeral, Reyes.”

Carlos shrugs, trying to school his expression. “Oh no, that’s not happening,” he says smoothly. “We just can’t have sex at your place anymore.”

“What are you suggesting?” TK scoffs. “That we have sex in your dorm room? Because Darren is gonna have to get real cool with some stuff pretty quickly…”

Carlos shakes his head. “I was thinking more like abstinence.”

TK chokes. “Abst— No, Carlos. Abstinence does not work when your boyfriend looks like this.” He flourishes his hands in Carlos’ direction, motioning to the entire top half of his body.

“Was thinking we could wait until marriage,” Carlos teases, turning the ignition back on as TK squawks. 

“Okay,” he says, “I guess we’re getting married tomorrow.”

“Not legal yet,” Carlos points out. “Guess we’ll have to wait a while.”

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Only love can hurt like this (Aaron Hotchner x reader)

Authors note: Hello lovelies and happy holiday! <3 Since it is the season of giving I'm finally releasing the first chapter to my series Only Love Can Hurt Like This! I hope you guys enjoy, I had so much fun writing this chapter and can't wait to release the next few chapters. Thank you so much for your patience and thank you to every single one of my followers and to everyone who participated in the voting. I appreciate every single one of you guys<;3 ps: y/f/b = your favorite breakfast food.

Warnings: None, just some cuteness.

Story plot:

Y/N L/N is an up and coming popstar. One day while trying to avoid the paparazzi she bumps into a rather handsome man by the name of Aaron Hotchner. To apologize for bumping into him she invites out for a few drinks.

Walking into your favorite diner you made sure that no one was in your favorite booth before grabbing a menu and sitting down. It wasn't often where you could go back to a somewhat normal life but somehow you could always find it in Betty's diner. Not long after you had sat down Betty her self came over to take your order.

"Long time since you've been in here sweetie, gonna get your usual order?" Betty said with that infamous sweet smile of hers.

Smiling back at her you nodded your head and Betty walked away to ring in your order. A few moments later she brings over a steaming cup of coffe which you thank her for.

As you are waiting a man walks in with his son who cant be much older then 6. You watch the two of them but your eyes are mainly focused on the boys father. He's wearing dark blue jeans and a brownish sweater and underneath the sweater you notice a grey t-shirt is poking out. You can't help but notice how handsome he is.

You don't realize you've been staring till your eyes meet his. You immidieatly shift your focus to the cup of coffee that's sitting in front of you as you feel your cheeks heat up a little.

You don't dare to look up until Betty walks over with a plate of y/f/b. You take it with a smile and give her another thanks and Betty leaves you too it. As you are finishing your food you notice a familiar man outside the diner. That damn man just won´t leave you alone. Everywhere you go he follows you with that stupid camera.

You quickly run over what you can do to avoid the man. You could run into the bathroom and hope he'll go away or maybe you could stand up and talk to the mysterious handsome man and his son. For some reason you decide to go with the latter.

You pull your cap a little down to hide your face and walk over to the two of them.

"Hi, Im so sorry to intrude on you guys. But there's a paparazzi outside who has been harassing me for weeks and I was wondering if I could hideout with you guys til he leaves?" You ask the man who nods his head and moves a little so you could sit next to him.

You quietly whisper a small thank you to the man who gives you a small half smile. As you sit down your hand grazes his thigh and you feel your cheeks heat up. Shaking it off you introduce yourself.

"I'm Y/N" You say with a small smile on your face

Before the man can speak, his son replies for him.

"I'm Jack and that's my dad" He says reaching out his hand for you too shake.

"Lovely to meet you Jack" You say shaking is hand. You let go of Jacks hand and turn a little towards the man.

You can see him a lot better now then from your booth earlier. And my god he looks even better up close.

"And lovely to meet you dad" You say sticking your hand out a little for him to shake.

“Aaron” he replies with a small smile while shaking your hand.

You sit with them for roughly an hour talking to them. Jack tells you about how his dad is a real superhero and how he fights bad guys everyday. You listen to the boy marvel about his dad for pretty much the entire time. You watch Aaron the entire time from the corner of your eye. The way his eyes light up when Jack talks is without a doubt the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Jack then starts talking about how his dad is the only dad in his class who doesn’t have a girlfriend or a pet which causes Aaron’s cheeks to become a bit more rosy colored then they were.

After roughly two hours of speaking with them you notice that the paparazzi man has left and you feel a little sad since you know you have to leave. Which is a bit weird since you just met them yet you feel like you could be here with them for ages. But despite not wanting to you turn towards Aaron.

“Well looks like he’s finally left so I should probably head home” you say trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.

“We should head home too Jack. You don’t want to be late too your aunt.” Aaron says.

“Do we really have to go? I wanna talk more with Y/N” Jack whines to Aaron.

You smile a little. Happy to know that the young boy liked talking to you.

“Me too buddy but she has to go home too” he says trying to convince Jack to leave.

Your brain short circuits for a moment at his words. Did he really mean it or was he just trying to get his son home? As you get a bit caught up in your thinking Jack stands up from the booth and starts walking towards the entrance of the diner. You get torn out of your thoughts when Aaron gently touches your arm sending goosebumps all over your body. You now notice Jack is no longer in front of you and quickly stand up.

You walk with Aaron and Jack to their car, trying to spend a little more time with them. Aaron opens the car and helps Jack get in his seat. You say bye to Jack before Aaron finishes buckling him up and wait for a moment for him to close the door. When he does he finally turns to you.

“Once again, thank you for letting me intrude on your time with Jack.” You say to him with a small chuckle.

“Don’t worry, you weren’t intruding. In fact we had a great time today.” He replies with a smile on his face.

You can feel that your heart does a tiny flip at his words.

You both just look at each other for a moment and you start feeling a tiny bit sad that this might be your last time ever seeing them, and seeing Aaron. And before you even realize it you words just spill from your mouth.

“Well anyway I want to thank you probably for helping me out. Even if you don't think I was intruding on you guys. Maybe we could grab a dinner sometime or maybe a couple of drinks?” You stutter out. Rather nervous whether or not he’s going to take you up on your offer or not. It feels like ages before you finally hear him answer you.

“How about tonight? Jacks going to be staying with his aunt so my evening is free” He replies

You let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding in.

“Yeah, that sounds good!” You reply turning your head away slightly trying to hide that fact that you are exploding from happiness and that you have a gigantic smile on your face.

“Great, I can pick you up at 8 if that’s ok with you” he says and you notice he has a grin on his face that matches yours.

“Yeah that’s more than ok with me.” You say and take out your phone. Handing it to him so he can put in his number. Which he does.

“I’ll text you my address” you say to him still grinning grime ear to ear.

“Great, I’ll see you tonight” he replies.

“Yeah see you tonight”

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Chapter 7: Changing Perspectives

Standard Disclaimer: I only own my original characters, I've done some research but there will likely be Navy/military inaccuracies, and I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may be found is on tumblr and Wattpad under @.itswildflower

Looking for the other chapters? U.S.S. Christmas Masterlist 

A/N: This story is heavily inspired by the hallmark movie of the same title and is very self-indulgent. I'm also trying a different format than I'm used to using so it may change in later chapters.

Summary: Kate finally tracks down Jonah and Dorothy

“Good Morning,” Jake greeted his father.

“Morning son. So... Kate told me that you had a great day in New York,” Ron started.

“Yeah, it was nice. We ended up at the train show.”

“The same one I took you to as a kid?”

Jake nodded.

“Oh!”

“Yeah. Brought back a lot of memories of Christmas. And memories of the divorce. You know, we never really talked about you leaving, pops. One day you just moved away and it was… The code of silence after that,” Jake confessed.

“I regret that. Somehow it just seemed easier to act like nothing happened,” Ron shook his head.

“I-I just... I didn't understand, especially at Christmas. I just wanted my dad,” Jake told him.

“I failed you. I failed your mom. But I want you to know how much I missed you. When you got older, why do you think I wanted you to be a pilot so bad?” he asked.

“To follow in your footsteps?” Jake guessed.

“To… To be close to you. You are the most important thing to me in my entire life, more important than any career,” Ron confessed.

“Your career is everything to you,” Jake pointed out incredulously.

“And I'm proud of my service and what I've accomplished. But nothing… Nothing holds a candle to my only son,” Ron finished.

“Thanks, pops.” 

“How's my Christmas story coming?” Kate’s editor in chief asked as soon as she got into the office.

“I'm still working on it, but I'm honestly not sure if it's gonna be done in time,” Kate told him.

“Well, I'm counting on this. You have till end of day, then I'm gonna have to go with something else,” he told her sternly.

Kate left his office with a frown and went to her desk, sitting down and putting her head in her hands. “I can't believe this. I finally have a heartwarming story worth telling, and I don't even know how to tell it. I… I don't know what else to do,” she lamented.

“Go get hot chocolate with me?” Abigail, her best friend asked.

“With marshmallows? Lots of marshmallows?” Kate asked sadly.

“As many as you want,” Abigail confirmed.

“Okay. Lets go,” she told her, standing up.

“So you can't find any record on Jonah William?” Abby asks as they get on the elevator.

“Oh, no, I found plenty, but none that match the age and profile of our pilot, its so frustrating. It's like he's a ghost or something,” Kate groaned.

“I can't believe it's this hard to find someone,” Abby commiserated.

“I know. It's a mystery,” Kate sighed.

“Sounds like you've had quite the adventure on that ship. By the way, whatever happened to Mr. Military man?”

Kate’s face heated. “We, um… We almost kissed,” she confessed.

“What?!” Abby nearly yelled.

“Abby! Shhhh. But it's not going anywhere,” she told her.

“Wait. A romance grounded before taking flight? Do you like him?” Abby pressed.

“Yes. But it's not that simple, Abby,” Kate told her.

“Just imagine the wedding! All those handsome groomsmen in uniform? With their swords? Your bridesmaids in peach? That is my color palette, by the way,” Abby smirked. 

“A wedding announcement!” Kate’s eyes snapped to Abby’s.

“I'm convincing, but…” Abby trailed off.

“No, no, maybe there's a wedding announcement for Jonah and Dorothy,” Kate started as the elevator door opened. “I don't know why I haven't thought about this before. You're on to something…” Kate trailed off as she spotted a familiar head of blonde hair. “Jake?”

Jake nodded to the woman at the reception desk and turned. “Can we talk?” he asked. 

“I hope it's okay I came to see you,” he said after they came to a stop in a park.

“Yeah, of course. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything's good. Oh, I... I brought this for you. You know, just in case you find him,” he told her, pulling out the ornament that said ‘To Dorothy.’

“I... I can't believe you came all this way just to give me this,” Kate told him.

Jake’s adams apple bobbed before he spoke again. “You know, I… Really didn't want to say goodbye to you yesterday. When you left, it felt… It felt wrong. You know? Like I was losing something. I've fallen for you, Kayleigh Wells. And before you say anything, I know how you feel about what I do. The military life. But… I was just hopin' maybe I could take you out on a date. We can see where things go,” he explained. 

“Jake. What if one date turns into two, and then two dates turns into three, and… Look, if… If this goes somewhere, it's not gonna end well. So is it even worth taking that risk?”

“Remember when you asked me if I was ever scared when I'm flying, and I told you that I'm not scared of anything?”

Kate nodded.

“Well, the truth is… I'm scared of falling in love. But I'm willing to take that chance,” Jake told her.

“Jake... i-I'm so sorry. I can't…” she looked away from him.

“So is that it? Kayleigh, what if our whole lives have led up to this point? What if you and I found each other just like Jonah and Dorothy did?” Jake asks.

“I have to go back to work,” Kate told him, water beginning to line her eyes.

“Kate… I'm not gonna hurt you,” Jake says quietly.

Kate shakes her head. “You don't know that,” she told him before walking away yet again.

“He seems sweet,” Abby attempts to start the conversation when Kate returned.

“Yeah, he is, but romance grounded, remember?”

Abby frowned at her.

“Look. That's them. They were married on Christmas day in 1974. But their last name isn't William, it's Williams. They must have gotten it wrong on his file before the fire,” Kate told her, pointing her computer screen towards her friend. 

“Fire? Whatever. You're a genius. Keep going.”

“Last known address… Veterans home in Norfolk.” Kate picked up her phone and made a quick call.

“What did they say?” Abby asked when she hung up.

“They moved out a couple of years ago and they can't give me any information unless I'm family,” Kate sighed.

“So close! Wait. Look at that. The call sign painted on his plane. What does it say? "Picas... so"?” Abby pointed to a photo Kate had found.

“Picasso. That's funny,” Kate mused.

“What?” Abby asked.

“There's a diner I've been going to since I was a little girl, Picasso's diner. Do you think there could be a connection?” she asked her friend.

“It would be a Christmas miracle if there is. Go get 'em, Kate.” 

Kate quickly made her way to the old diner. “Hi, Sharon,” she greeted as she stepped inside the establishment.

“Kate! Your brother joining?” she asked.

“No, no, I'm not here to eat. No, I actually have a question about a story that I'm working on,” Kate told her.

“Is it about that bank president?” Sharon asked.

“No, not him. It's about a man named Jonah Williams, he was a pilot for the Navy, he married a woman named Dorothy?”

“Yes, Joe, he owned the diner. He sold it about 25 years ago. I worked for him as a teenager,” Sharon told her.

“Any idea where he is now?”

“No, but I do believe that he has a daughter in Virginia beach. Lily is her name,” Sharon told her.

“Sharon, you are amazing, I'll see you on Christmas day!” Kate exclaimed before heading back to the office.

Kate couldn't help the smile that was growing on her face as she heard the words spoken on the other end of the phone.

“Okay! Thanks! Okay, that sounds great. I'll see you tomorrow,” Kate hung up and threw her hands up in the air out of excitement. Abby sent her a questioning look.

“I did it! I found Jonah and Dorothy. They live with their daughter now, I'm heading to go see them tomorrow,” Kate told her.

“That's great!” Abby exclaimed. 

The next morning Kate knocked on the hardwood door of the Williams residence.

“Kate?” the daughter Lily asked.

“Yeah! Hi! Merry Christmas,” Kate greeted.

“Merry Christmas. They're on the back porch, come on in.”

“Okay, thank you.” Kate stepped through the front door and followed Lily through the house.

“Come on in. Mom, dad, this is Kate from the Norfolk register,” Lily introduced.

“Hi! Lily told us about this story you're working on,” Dorothy smiled.

“Yeah. Yes, it's just, oh, your life, it's so exciting. Do you mind if I record this?” Kate asked, taking a seat across from them.

“By all means. But I don't know what all the fuss is about,” Jonah laughed.

“Well, from what I could tell, Mr. and Mrs. Williams, you just have such an incredible story. Now, tell me… What happened after the tiger cruise, how did you win over Dorothy?” Kate asked.

“Well, her brother told me where the dance studio was, so after we docked, I drove seven hours to find her in New York City,” he started.

“He made it in the Nick of time. Practically had to duel the doctor I was seeing. I wasn't sure about that guy. But there was something about Joe. So I ended my relationship, and after a few dates, I knew. He was the one,” Dorothy chimed in.

“We got engaged shortly after, and we were gonna wait to get married until after I got out of the service. But then I got called back to Vietnam,” Joe sighed.

“I told him I would wait as long as it took. I just didn't realize how long it would be,” Dorothy added.

At Kate’s questioning look Jonah picked up the story.

“My plane got shot down in Vietnam and, well, the next seven years I was a pow,” he told her.

“I had kept hope alive. But then when the war ended, two officers walked up the driveway, and I thought for sure Joe had died. Instead they said he was alive! I fell on the ground crying. It was the greatest moment of my life,” Dorothy told her.

“What gave you the strength to not give up on him?” Kate asked.

“I prayed every night that he'd come home. He had to. He's my one true love, after all,” Dorothy told her.

“Okay, and, let's see. How did you end up at the diner?” Kate asked Joe.

“Well, I was an artist. That's why the guys gave me the call sign "Picasso." They were always teasing me because whenever I wasn't flying, I was sketching. But I couldn't make any money in art, so I opened the diner. But it's amazing that you figured this all out,” he told her.

“Oh. Well, uh… It was tricky with your last name having two spellings,” Kate chuckled. 

“Oh, yeah. The Navy messed that up. They left off the "s," and I just left it as "William." I finally got it corrected to Williams when I came home from Vietnam,” Jonah informed her.

“And do you two have any more children?” she asked.

“We have two older sons in the marines corps, five grandchildren. And they're coming to visit today!” Dorothy exclaimed.

“How were you okay with just uprooting your life like that for Jonah, for the Navy?” Kate asked.

“Easiest decision of my life,” Dorothy said immediately. “It didn't matter. Joe was my home. Wherever we went, all I needed was him. And I had the kids and my dance career, which always kept me very busy.”

“You know, the U.S.S Polaris is named after the north star. It's the way sailors have been finding their way home for centuries. And in this case, it led me to Dorothy,” Jonah told her and Kate nodded.

“Actually, I have something for you,” Kate told them, pulling a tin that she had placed the ornament in out of her bag and opening the lid. “I think this belongs to you,” she offered it to them.

“Oh! I don't believe it! Joe, look! It's the star you made for me,” Dorothy smiles, looking at him.

“Where did you find this?” he asked as Dorothy carefully pulled the ornament out of the tin.

“A pilot I know, he found it in an old box on the ship,” Kate told them.

“It's a symbol of our everlasting love. Thank you. Did this pilot help you track us down?” Dorothy asked.

Kate nodded.

“Well, please... thank him. For us,” Jonah smiled almost knowingly.

“Oh, I will. He's… He's a wonderful man,” Kate tells them. 

[woelfin-sheeps-clothing]

Just found your blog after popping into the J&D tag for the first time in a while and you're doing FANTASTIC work for this tiny fandom, especially with Dark Jak and Jaxter content! Us fans are getting FED :D

Hi there! I'm so sorry that I've taken this long to reply. Your message absolutely made my day when I received it, thank you so, so much! Believe me, I'm also getting a great deal of enjoyment out of all the Dark Jak art I've been making too. 😆

The Jak and Daxter fandom could not have come into my life at a better point in time. What started as me glancing up at what my husband was playing on the PlayStation gradually evolved into a very profound appreciation for the story and the characters, as well as the crucial chunk of videogame history Jak and Daxter became a part of. I absolutely fell in love with Jak's character come Jak II and watched a lot more closely when my husband started to play. I loved how he had a lot of moments of rash decisions and impulses and selfish behaviors, and the way he'd watch Daxter when Daxter was speaking with the edge of his lip curling up ever so slightly. He very much reminded me of myself when I was being a very difficult teenager and butting heads with just about everyone in my life. 😂

I'd fallen into a weird art rut I couldn't get out of, between being tired all the time and a lot of nonsense at work that was beginning to become nonstop (still is, if anyone wants THAT story), to the point I wasn't really happy with anything I was making, my progression as an artist was stalling, and I flat out was just not creating much of anything anymore. Then one day I got the weird urge to draw Dark Jak being sassy, and for the first time in a while I found that I couldn't put my tablet down. I just had to finish. I was excited to be done with chores because I wanted to get right back to working on the piece. I found myself learning new art tricks and falling in love with lineart and cell shading again and not feeling compelled to have a more painterly style. And then when I was done? All I could think of is "I gotta do that again". There was no waffling for three days on some half baked sketches, no avoiding creating because I'd inevitably be stuck. I knew what I wanted to make, and I knew how I was going to make the next one better with all the things I'd learned in the first one.

It's been exactly a month since I finished that first piece, and for the first time in a long while I can look back and see how much I created, be it simple sketches or a fully fleshed piece. That hasn't happened to me in such a long time that the past month kinda feels like a fever dream. But it's helped put me in a better mental state to start trying to build a new portfolio again, to start setting things up to become more freelance than in-house. It's also changed how I view my engagement.

Is it fun to get a bunch of notes? Of course. But now when I post a JnD piece, what I'm looking forward to is not the numbers but the comments, reading all the wonderful and silly tags people leave for me. It makes me so incredibly happy, and it put me in the orbit of a lot of other wonderful people in this fandom. I've gotten to see so much wonderful and fun art from others in this fandom too, and read many absolutely awesome fics made by the same people. It's been so freaking cool to me to have this more one-on-one interaction with folks that I never got with other fandoms. When I make stuff, not only is it making me happy to make it, but in the back of my mind I'm also going "I can't wait till x sees this!"

Sorry if this got way too TMI or drawn out, but please let me say with all of my heart thank you @whisker-biscuit , and thank you to everyone else's who's left fun comments and tags on my stuff these past few weeks. This has made the start of the year so unbelievably incredible to me in ways I didn't foresee, and I'm very thankful for it. I'm hopeful about my artistic future in ways I have been in a while, and it means the absolute world to me.

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JJK Thoughts~

I just finished binging JJK, and I have to say, that it wasn't till like Sea2 that I actually started to click with this show, but now I think I'm here to stay! :D Here's just some general thoughts.

BTW idk if I'll start reading the manga or if I'll be anime only, but plz don't spoil anything past Sea2!! I also know of a movie, which I will be watching sometime this week, so no spoilers!

FIRST OF ALL, Mappa's animation is freaking insaaane, ESPECIALLY the battles, they're eyecandy!! 💕💕 My wholehearted respects to all the animators, esp hearing the studio issues. About the production, is it just me or was Sea1 lacking in some regards? The animation is just fine, but the way characters deliver lines, some really awkward pauses (or too short), the music being a hit or miss (like suddenly being intense for no reason, little/no build up, just doesn't fit the mood?). The genre they picked was good, but I think it could've been done better? Idk but it was a struggle to stay immersed at times, though it might just be me being picky. Sea2 was sooo much better in all regards to the point where the difference is hella noticeable. Side tangent, but the OP's all slap, my favorites in order would be 4, 1, 3, and 2!! ED's are so sweet too!!

Okie now story, (mostly) spoiler free! Though I think the main trio (Yuji, Nobara, Megumi) wasn't the strongest bond-wise, at least in Sea1, I really grew to love all their dynamics-- and I will say they really made me feel the feels later 😭 They're so siblings-coded I LOVE THEM! Idk where I'd rank Yuji in fav MC's because other than being good at fights, early on he was a little flat (to me) character-wise. Anyways, Sea2 gave him a massive boost in my eyes, def made up for that. He's so nuanced now, and I can't wait to see where his story goes! I hope there's hope of something with Nobara, and I'm super intrigued with Megumi's story progression!! Um, Nanami, top 3 probably. I think I adore him (platonically). Iykyk 💔 The classmates all left a decent impression on me, though I will say I don't think they're too prominent, so lowkey kept forgetting most 😅 Maki is best girl tho, 100%. I love Miwa, I eventually liked Mechamaru (ship? 👀), Panda is Panda, Todo always comes in clutch even if I'm ~eh~ on him, and basically I wanna see a little more of everyone! And I miss Junpei 🥲

I will say though, the very heart of this show are definitely the villains!! The type you hate and love to hate because they're that good (bad?). Mahito is a damn menace and loves being a menace- idek how bro keeps dodging death, even avoiding a swing from Gojo, but MAN. I hate him. Jogo is so interesting because he has so much potential, but is so freaking ridiculous sometimes, but then I lowkey understand the grind he wanna be on, so yknow kudos to him. I can see him as a fan favorite. Hanami was ok, definitely weaker in my eyes, but they left a good impression for their dynamic in the group. Choso idk what to think about him but I might like him?? His little intervention in the final episodes really left me w questions, so I'm hooked. I won't say I love him but he has potential to shoot up to my favs! TOJI!!! Talk about an antagonist that legit made me punch the air AKDHDLAL HE'S SO GOOD. I honestly got scared for everyone in his near vicinity bc that guy is unstoppable, and even though I'm supposed to dislike him, again, bros on a destructive grind and I respect that. (Pull up Zen'in clan 😤)

Alright, so uh, the big three eh? Gojo, Geto, Sukuna. I'LL ADD SPOILERS HERE. I love how this world is set up revolving around the fact that since Gojo is "the strongest," he bears the weight of responsibility the hardest amongst sorcerers for failures and accomplishments. I don't blame him for wanting to turn against the system that put them all in that spot in the first place. Lowkey his development between seeing everyone as lesser in his past, to now (still arrogant smtimes) wanting his pupils to join him in that title as strongest. Yeah, he's an OP character, so what. I can see why he's a fan favorite on story alone. He acts self-centered, but after knowing his story, I can see how he fakes it, what he really wants to achieve, and how he's grown to care for others. Idk where his story goes from here, but I'm definitely ready for more Gojo. Okie, GETO! What an interesting villain?? Legit took the best-friend-turn-evil trope and added one tragic spin to it AAAAH. His past friendship and playful rivalry with Gojo made his change of ideals (I totally feel like there was power jealousy btw) so much more impactful. Gojo starting off as the one who didn't care too much for others while Geto wanted to save people, switching over so Gojo wanted to find/make people just as strong to protect others while Geto, feeling left behind, found no point in saving humanity and their struggles. It's too good!? I think there's a hint real-Geto's not gone completely, but I also don't think he's actually coming back, as sweet as that'd be. I feel like there is backstory missing (the movie maybe?) so I'll try to see what or if I'm missing anything on my own. Finally Sukuna, and man what a way to depict an OP freaking villain! Like ok, sometimes it was hard to take him seriously, being over the top and all, but I love how rare his actual interventions are. It makes you give your complete attention to him when he does, wondering what the heck he'll do next. Also, his conversation with Jogo added a new layer to him that I liked, with respecting even Jogo of all people. I haven't seen many protag/antag dynamics like Yuji and Sukuna before, but I'm so intruiged in how long they're gonna keep up this switching thing? Sukuna must desire his freedom after all. I love how he presents himself, and how terrified people are of him, though it wasn't till Sea2 that I feel like he was finally able to show us how he can back up that presence with real power. I cannot lie, I lowkey fangirled at those scenes (bro literally forced a movie screen aspect ratio lmaooo) and also thinking how they actual heck anyone is supposed to beat him 😭 I dun think Yuji's fists are enough, and I'm lowkey concerned whether even Gojo could take him on. Like, yeah Gojo's the strongest, but Sukuna just nuked a city ez bro. Beautiful presentation on how to actually make your villains, well villains. :]

Erm, overall, I think I finally came around to really liking this series, despite the rocky start with Sea1. The power system is cool once I finally figured out the terms, it's got endearing characters that I wish I could save (😭), and cool tropes and story I wanna see the resolution for. I'll probably be mulling over this show more in the coming weeks, so prepare for that! 🫡 I'll be watching the movie and making my mind up for the manga or anime soon. I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MORE, THANKS FOR READING.

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Tapping into your God moment

It's amazing what time can change. Never in my wildest dreams could I ever dreamed that I would be standing in this church crying because I am so grateful that my heart is so full of peace and joy.

I sit here, and I can't believe that one person can have so many blessings. I no longer worry about life or finances.

I no longer have stress, I have no worries, no, now I just have blessings.

I now give thanks every day. I give praise even while going through trying times. I know how God has saved my life. I know I am not strong enough to do this on my own, that without him, I am nothing. So you may ask how you get to this point? It is by tapping into your God moment.

In John 5.5, it spoke of a man who was an invalid. He waited by the pool for 38 years for a cure, when Jesus came and asked, "Why aren't you cured?"

It was because he was waiting for others to help him into the pool.

Hello! Faith without works is dead! People, nothing changes when nothing changes. You must do something about it!

Don't miss your God moment. Stop waiting on others, stop waiting till you get a man, a better job, your kids to be grown, or a Monday to start something.

You may be going to therapy, yet you're not honest. You say you want to change your ways, yet you're still sniffing coke. You're tired of waking up hung over, yet you're still drinking, You want to meet someone, yet you're still arrogant and mean, you talk a good game, but you're missing your God moment. You're half in and half out, and yet you still expect change to magically happen! He has your blessings, but you need to do your part to get to them.

I remember when I was doing the triathlon, I knew that I was going to finish. It didn't matter if it was dark. If I was the last one, or if I had to crawl, by God, I was going to finish.

This man waited for 38 years. What couldn't he crawl 20 feet a day? Something? Anything? No, he waited for the perfect moment, for a miracle, sometimes you need to meet it, you need to make it happen.

How many of you have waited 38 years? 20 years? 10 years, still stuck, afraid, waiting on someone or something?

Do it now, change, step out in faith, and don't miss your God moment!

Here are 7 ways to tap into your God moment:

1. Have faith in God even when you can't see, hear, or feel him.

I have sick faith, I don't need to see God, and many times I don't even hear his voice even when I call out to him, yet I still have faith.

2. Expect your God moment.

I know my God moment is coming, and I believe it with all my soul.

3. Be patient, your God moment will come.

I am really working on this one, I am still human after all.

4. Push through life challenges.

No matter what, even when I thought it was all good in my life, and then the rug was once again pulled out from under me. I kept going, and I kept believing.

5. Never lose hope.

I again have sick faith, I know he is one to never lie, I know it is coming.

6. See every problem as an opportunity to see the faithfulness in God.

Look for the lessons, look at your blessings, and look at others' testimonials.

7. Do the right thing. Get up and get your blessings.

Do something. Don't just wait by your pool for 38 years!

So today, my friends, wake up, know your pool is right next to you, take the step, crawl if you have to, but get there, your thisclose to your blessings.

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the show must go on”

first part — second part

third part — fourth part (soon)

© gif credits to the author, i found it on google. if you're the author lemme know your @.

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it’s a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 1'9k.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being so innocent gives me life. + he being so damn cute as always.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Have plans with your girl tonight?”

Bucky clicked his tongue, putting down the weight to the holder, not turning to Sam still doing squats and an awkward noise out of breath. His partner couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and giggle while shaking his head, fast enough to steal the soldier's clean towel before he reached it.

“She's not my girl”.

“Not yet, you mean, uh?” He joked then, using the clothing like a whip to hit the metal arm. “But, you have plans or not?”

“Yeah, we have plans”. Bucky admitted eventually, glancing at Sam also stealing his bottle of water. “She invited me to watch a movie”.

It was the innocent and unworried tone of voice from him that made Sam choke, cough, and laugh at once.

“What?”

“Oh, man… Can't believe you're sinful enough to do what we do but too innocent to not see what that means”.

“It means we're gonna watch a movie”.

Bucky was confused at the laughter, trying to understand what he was referring to as he rested his back against the wall and crossed both arms over his chest. Expecting anything else from his wise friend.

“This is the twenty-first century, you ancient. We don't watch movies”.

“What d— What do you mean? You have Netflix, HBO, Prime Video… What's the point?”

Sam was deadpanned, staring in silence at the soldier, not believing what his ears were hearing. “We, guys, don't watch movies with girls, even less when they are the ones inviting us”.

Bucky squinted at him, tilting his head like a lost poppy would do, not being able to read between lines. His partner gasped exasperated, running a hand up and down his face.

“You know, man? Sometimes I feel alone, not having anyone to laugh with about that forties' manners of yours. Should I call Sarah, maybe?”

“Cut the show”. He hissed standing up and passing him away.

“Oh, no, no, no… the show has just started, man, and I have my popcorn ready”.

Bucky had been beating around the bush the whole day, trying to let it out of his mind. Of course, it was something that would happen sooner or later, and —more than of course— he wanted it to happen. The mere fact of thinking about you and him, flesh against flesh, hearing you moaning his name and making you feel good caused him goosebumps and an awkward sensation beneath his black jeans. Suddenly, swallowing saliva turned impossible, biting his lower lip while ringing the intercom of your apartment. Your response didn't last more than a couple of seconds, opening the door downstairs and waiting for him at the entrance of your apartment.

The butterflies fluttered within your bellies when Bucky stepped out of the lift, showing you that charming smile that could make you kill anyone who dared to erase it from his face.

“Trying to get me drunk?” You joked as he raised the bottle of red wine in his left hand.

“Maybe?”

“Missed you today”. You whispered at the soft kiss on your lips and his arm getting wrapped around your lower waist.

“So did I”. He sighed, sounding a little tired, caressing your nose with his.

Yesterday he talked to you about a routine medical check-up the government used to do every six months until he earned his pardon. Four hours of intense exercise to make sure the supersoldier serum was still doing its effect, as he started to feel somewhat tired since he stayed in Wakanda. For Bucky, it was really easy to open up himself with you and talk about his past and some of the things he did. And he didn't complain when you helped him to take off his leather jacket, watching him rubbing his left shoulder.

“I, uh… also was this morning with Sam. Training”. He told you, following you to your kitchen to find a couple of glasses. Turning at him, you couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow. “Don't look at me like that… I know to perfection what you're thinking”.

“You're a telepath now?”

“God, no. I have enough with the voices inside my head, to hear someone's else”. He chuckled resting against the fridge. “But you're very expressive and I was trained to read body language”.

“So, what am' thinking?” You asked driven by curiosity, entertained on opening the bottle of wine.

“Look at this guy… He looks hotter than a barbecue”.

You broke into a loud laugh, shaking your head as you grabbed the drink and the glasses. “Not even close, Sergeant”.

“Liar”. He blurted into your face, passing him away to the living room where the Thai takeaway was waiting for the two of you.

“I'm not lying! You're a lousy body reader”.

“So… you can do it better, uh?”

“Didn't say so, but… yeah”. You replied, placing the wine and the glasses on the coffee table next to the big green sofa.

“Okay, go ahead. What am 'thinking, genius?”

Standing in front of him, some inches away, you squinted at his eyes in advance of touring his posture from top to bottom with your orbs.

“Look at that girl… she's hotter than a volcano”.

“Not even closer, soldier”. Bucky repeated your words, kissing his teeth and causing you to laugh again.

“Liar”.

The night went on, enjoying your dinner and watching the first part of Scary Movie. Since Bucky told you that he loved the horror genre, you thought that it'd be a good start. As you finished the Thai dishes, you two cuddled on your sofa, and it felt nice to be embraced by his muscly arms and had your head rested on his shoulder. He had never been that happier before, imagining for a moment —staring at you by the corner of his eyes— that he wasn't a retired lethal assassin controlled by a bunch of psychos, just a guy watching a movie with his girl.

For some reason that increased his pulse, having to clear his throat as the thought dried it. You couldn't let it go, wrinkling your nose with curiosity, raising your face slightly at Bucky trying to focus on the movie, and pretending everything was going okay.

“What?” He murmured about to laugh nervously, putting his head back a couple of inches to look better at you.

“Seems like you're gonna have a heart attack, what's the matter?”

The soldier breathed heavily through his nostril, expelling all the air in a sight through his parted lips. A lower giggle escaped them as your eyes widened a little more interested in his response to your question.

“Sam… Sam said something this morning”.

There it was. Your grimace turned skeptical, sitting up to borrow the control remote and pause the movie. Turning to face him and placing an arm on the headrest, you puckered your lips in a funny gesture watching him click his tongue.

“Things are different nowadays and… y'know, we used to watch movies”.

“And that's what we're doing”.

“Yeah, but… it's like… now there are some kinds of non-speak social rules”.

You knew exactly what he was referring to and seeing him somewhat troubled and tense just made your heart melt. It wasn't that he was scared, but it almost felt like.

“Is it your first time since the forties?” You dared to ask, clearly with no intentions of making fun of him.

“I've never really… y'know, I was in my twenties when I left Brooklyn. I me— mean, 'm not stupid, okay? I've done things but not… sex like… to the whole point”. Bucky didn't have his eyes on you when he made that confession, rubbing the bridge of his nose by inertia as his nervousness increased. “And now everything… is pretty different”.

“It doesn't have to”. You just replied, stretching a hand to his right one to intertwine your fingers. “Listen, Buck… We don't have to, okay? We don't have to do anything if you're not ready. We can watch the movie and then… you can go, or you can stay to sleep with me”.

“I'd like that”.

“Leave?”

“Yeah, totally, if you excuse me, ma'am… I gotta leave” He clearly joked, about to stand up until you pushed him down to the sofa bursting in laughter. “Nah, I, uh… I mean, I'd like to sleep with you tonight”.

“I'd like too, and to wake up tomorrow morning with you”.

“Yeah, would be very awkward if you go to sleep with me and wake up with another guy in your bed”.

Bucky smirked at you, biting his upper lip before leaning to press both on yours. He couldn't believe you were being so comprehensive with him, not making any other uncomfortable questions, nor kicking his ass out of your house. At that moment, he realized he was madly in love with you, bringing you closer to himself so he could embrace you tenderly between his arms. And you let him, not wanting anything else than to be with him.

At the moment the movie finished, you both stretched your hands to the ceiling with a yawn opening your mouths. You palmed his thigh to beckoning at him, urging the soldier to follow you as you rubbed your eyes using your knuckles, a little sleepy. Turning off the lights on your way to your room, you changed your clothes for a baggy Iron Maiden's t-shirt, as he stripped himself leaving his clothes on the chair in front of your bed, only wearing a pair of black boxers at the end.

You were about to ask him which side he preferred when the words died on your tongue, glancing at him with his flesh hand over his dark grey shoulder. It was the first time you saw the vibranium arm in all its glory and Bucky gave you the impression of being embarrassed. He'd never stop surprising you with plenty of emotions for things that for you didn't have any importance actually —like the fact of not having two real arms.

“Come here”. You murmured, kneeling on the mattress and palming the other lateral, observing every one of his actions till lying next to him, in the middle of the gloom of your room.

Covering both of you with the sheets and turning on your sides to face each other, Bucky took the initiative of wrapping you close to his chest, as he placed his head on your pillow. He couldn't help but take a soft breath from your heavenly smell impregnated in, provoking a smile to grow on your lips. Surrounding his neck with your arms, you sunk your fingers in his short hair, gently caressing his scalp while you started to spread tender short kisses all around his face.

“This feels good”. He purred with such a pleased tone of voice, closing his eyes as he adventured his warm hand under your shirt to draw invisible patterns on your back.

“So good”. You affirmed, peppering his cheek with a bunch of noisy smooches.

Bucky squeezed you between his grip, hiding his face into the gap of your shoulder and neck, causing you goosebumps because of his exhalation against your skin. He was comfortable being that close, with no distance separating your chests and your legs intertwined in a bundle. You saw how relaxed he was when he pulled his head back to the pillow, noses touching and his eyelids closed.

“Good night, Buck”. You whispered, still feeling his caresses on your back, leaning to kiss him one last time.

“Good night, doll”.

a / n: i hope you have enjoyed the fluffiness of these three chapters because the fourth is gonna be... chaotic.

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Impatient

kenma x fem!oc | haikyuu ff. (time-skip!older kenma) ✦ (1/~) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, smut, comfort cw: nsfw minors dni, minor plot, fingering, oral, teasing, established relationship, unprotected sex, kinda public(?) *thrill that someone might hear/walk-in, kinky; light choking and hair pulling, slight breeding kink?, FLUFF!!! D; note: not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, tho no specific characteristics are mentioned on the fem!oc so pls feel free to imagine as y/n or YOU ♡ word count: 4.8k

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It’s one of the few rarest sights for Mai, to see her boyfriend, Kenma, stressed out. Well, besides his aggravation to struggling in-game, it’s a different case to see him close to slightly unhinged on his stray hair on the way of his beautiful face shoved over his notes app to get through listing his tasks.

She does the favor to tie it up, though a bit of hesitance stopped her as she heard his teammates following over as they head out of the gym. Kuroo pulls Kenma close to him in a headlock, only to be pushed away by the blond. “Don’t tell me, I know we’ve got practice tomorrow. I finished as soon as possible today to get through practice.”

His point is practically in circles; redundant. The taller can't help but step back with his arms up in defense. “Ohh-kay, I didn’t say a thing, Kenma. But yes, tomorrow it is.”

Kuroo took that as a sign to back off, he kept his usual nonchalant expression, signaling Mai a glance to come over to her boyfriend. To which she did. It’s not that recent that they started dating, however as lowkey as the two seem, most know about something going on between them since Day 1. It’s not that hard to decipher Kenma, who is someone as a geek to games, he can be figured out when he’s starting to take interest in his friend, Amamiya Mai. As much as she’s not much into games, they do share the same interest in being indulgent in all things imagination-wise. So, it wasn’t much of a surprise to break the news about how they got together. With Kuroo betting how the girl would be the one confessing to the quiet boy ("obviously," as Fuku added), and how much Kenma would be a mess getting through the uncharted territory of love, other than his love for games.

Though, like games and stories, she does find it interesting to unlock different parts of Kenma as she gets closer to him.

This being, seeing him out of his usual “cool-headed” self. Mai had to reach out his hand as he messed up his hair with a big huff. The obvious creases on his forehead signal him being stressed.

“Aren’t you guys practicing till night?” She peeks over the gym door though, by the looks of it, even the net and volleyballs are neatly arranged back to their places. She usually waits for him till sun-down for them to finish.

“We’re done for today,” he says. “Coach isn’t much serious since we got to work our butts off the last tournament. We don’t have anything scheduled yet but it isn’t a reason to slack off. As he says… Urghh, so much to do… I have to go home. Midterms coming up… I can’t even focus well earlier in practice—”

Too many words in one speaking, this isn’t the usual Kenma.

This is one of the assets Mai has, likewise to Kenma; being observant.

“What are the things you’re supposed to do?” She peers over his phone screen, by the looks of it he does have a lot on his plate.

He takes another huff, playing by his white hoodie strings. “I won’t be able to play games with all this due work…”

Mai laughs. “You really do get emotional when you’re tired huh?” she quotes, as she heard it once from Tora and others. She pats him, but his response is much different from the black-haired male trying to leer him over.

Kenma pouts. “Is it really that obvious?”

Now that’s Kenma-kun. She holds back another laugh while she pats his head. She also saw his game’s daily tasks as one of the piled-up tasks he needs to get done.

She managed to respond with a coy smile on her face, nodding. Kenma proceeds to walk as he slings Mai’s bag by his shoulder, carrying it for her. She walks beside him, tugging on his white sleeve. “Do you want me to help you?”

Kenma is now a touch of pink, shy just by looking at her. He had been staring at her overtly as she greets her by the gym, but he really had to take a look at Mai wearing his jacket.

In what seems to be minutes, the blond male responds with a small nod, quite opposite to the raging emotions he feels in his covert expression.

Slightly past their school grounds, they reached the narrower streets, which made the male break off his calm state when she suddenly clings to him.

He jolted, a bit taken aback as he felt something... soft by his shoulder.

Kenma looks at his girlfriend but with an obvious depth and glare... she's wearing his jacket. A bit too snugged and warm around tightly around her figure, as much as it’s bigger than her stature. He wasn’t able to break off the speed of his thoughts.

He’s quiet but Mai gets him out of his trance as she leads them to the convenience store.

“Come on, it would give you motivation if we buy snacks!” she beams, pulling his hand inside the store, the delight on her face totally put his mind out of the gutter.

“That’s more on you, Mai-chan.”

“Hehe…” She scratches her head sheepishly, obviously caught in the act. Kenma knows his foodie best friend all too well, already putting the mushroom chocolate biscuit pack on their basket.

Mai takes in some pretzels and gummy snacks for him. “You do know, so… it would also be a sweet treat while you play your games after.”

Now that's music to his ears. That urges him more to get this over with.

The two took off their shoes by the doorstep, Kenma turned in her direction as she peeks over the living room. “They’ll be coming home later if you’re looking for them,” he says, Mai always greets his family whenever she comes over.

As they head upstairs, she sets up her notes on the table as Kenma hangs his jacket by the hook. He’s stealing glances at her though he makes sure she just catches him looking at his phone. I’m more worked up over this to get astray. He mentally notes.

Not even glancing at her, he says. “Isn't it better for you to lighten up your load? You can change if you want.”

It’s different indoors even as winter just started. There's already a heater by their house, and the kotatsu would surely keep them comfortable and warm already. She may also be uncomfortable in the clothes she’s been wearing the whole day. Kenma gestures where the restroom is located however, she declines.

“Actually, I’ve changed since it’s our gym class today,” she replies, though he had to make sure once more. He also suggested a change of shirt she could borrow but she insists she’s fine just wearing her stockings and jacket.

Wait... just 'jacket'?

He thought he’s been observant all this time, but not quite enough as he didn’t even notice. Since when did she remove her set of clothing?

He might’ve been too distracted with his phone.

What a loss.

“Now, isn’t that comfier?” he inquired, Mai just beams, moving her arms on the long sleeves that it just peeks ever so slightly.

He just remembered the girl usually does this during gym class, just bringing down half of her uniform, only wearing her bra underneath the jacket. Or was it by accident that she’s forced to only change to a jacket? She might’ve made her top wet due to swim class, was it?

There goes Kenma with his trail of thoughts again.

As much as she’s used to his quiet state, this is quite different, especially in his line of vision.

The girl almost hisses at him, widening her eyes as he’s been blatantly just staring at her way down her eye level. “Du-dummy! Of course, I got panties on!” She stretches a bit of her lower leg up to remind him of her wearing stockings but she immediately regrets how bare she feels at his stares.

“My eyes are up here, y’kno.” She huffs, covering her chest with the notebook. She feels her cheeks burning up more as the fabric of her thin stockings feels picked on the more that he continues to stare at her. “Kenma-kun, please focus.”

He’s already on it, being the first to divert his obvious distraction onto his phone, trying to appear focused. Emphasis on the trying. “Wait, in a bit.”

“Geez, really?”

Mai pulls his phone away. He doesn’t know if his grip is kind of tight when he’s holding onto his phone, or is she just too loose to hold her grip?

It happened in an instant.

Supposedly she’s reaching for his phone but she ended up with Kenma on top of her.

Too close!

“Wait, wait! G-get off…” She pulls her body as close to the floor as possible, away from him— turning herself anywhere else at the close scent of his skin.

Kenma easily hovers over her, appearing as enigmatic to his eyes from lips, it’s transient even for Mai to decipher as moments later, he moves.

She almost lost her breath there.

The girl almost comes back to reality as her feet meet the warmed-up carpet. “Chapter 7,” she harrumphs, fixing herself up, to her relief, the boy adjacent to her follows.

-

The studying went smoothly, she was able to teach him as they got through two chapters of reading.

“Wait… we're done already for the most part?” Kenma prompts, almost eyes wide.

“Yep, two-thirds down already, Ken-ken.” She beams as he moves close to peer over her notes and their books. “See? That wasn't so bad, I was assuring you earlier you could do it! And rather quickly.” She winks.

“You were.” he gingerly glided his hand over his nape, confessing what seemed to be obvious to the girl even earlier. “I was just panicking.”

She can see right through his straight face but jittery legs at a glance.

“Yes.”

Her simple response made Kenma turn to her, it looked like she was deep in thought but that’s the only thing she managed to muster out. Between the two of them, of course, Kenma still holds the one who has more stamina than her since he plays sports on a daily. As much as they’re both on the ‘feeble’ side. It’s the introverted side of them winning over this time.

He had noticed she’d been sluggish for the past minutes, although by the looks of her scanning through the next set of notes, she was about to start the next chapter.

Kenma hovers his hand over the notebook.

“How about we stop for a bit?”

That made Mai blink, looking at him now that he’s covered the notebook that was just on her face moments ago. She vaguely purses her lips upward, brushing off her drowsiness. “You're tired already? Well, we could use a break—"

He almost stops her on her feet. He knows she’s up to get drinks and snacks but he firmly holds her back.

“No. I mean for you. You've been talking the most for the past hour.”

Just as he says that she felt her throat dry up with her eyelids drooping heavily. She can’t help but feel defeated even as she scratches her eyes.

It took her aback, surprised as Kenma inched closer, patting his legs for her as support.

He’s insisting that I take a nap on his lap?

Mai smiles wide and scooches closer to snuggling with Kenma, laying her head on top of his lap, she chuckles meekly as he pulls out his phone. He laid it on the tabletop.

“You’re just taking this as an excuse to play a bit.”

Kenma chuckled, but didn't say anything, his eyes the one to tell. As the tiredness caught over her eyes, he took this time to look at her.

She had been the most helpful for him in breaking down the notes so it’s easier to digest. It appeared less stress on his part as well. As it’s not always that he’s panicked, he also gets stressed of course, but he only shows it to a few.

Her being one of the people who calms him down.

Though at these instances he feels some warmth rising up his body in the presence of her.

He looks at her solemnly. She’s a bit of a light sleeper, so, any slight movement of his feet made her eyes flutter, more so as she felt warm fingers brushing through her hair… and something soft dampening by her forehead.

Mai knows the softness of his lips by print, but every time she gets roused up by its contact. The added softness of his voice reckons her heart speeding up.

“I love you,” he whispers, faintly heard by the girl comfortable with his warmth.

-

She stirs in her not-so-deep sleep twice then stands up a bit more energized. Stretching with her stomach laid flat on the floor, she taps her fingers absentmindedly by the boy’s leg as if it’s piano keys.

“Let’s start again?” Kenma asks, though clearly still not ready to start since he’s in the middle of a game.

She just shook her head amused, checking the time on her phone screen. “In five minutes.”

He'll get a free pass since he had been answering her right where they left off earlier.

They switched it up a bit, rather, Kenma decided to position himself close to her, with him wrapping his arms around her. His chin is on top of her head. She recites a few of her notes, though she’s slightly limited to movement as he looks over, rather too closely at her notebook at hand.

As much as he’s listening intently, his hands have a mind of their own as it roams around her body… Making him distracted midway, in turn affecting the shorter girl as she feels his hand creep upwards by her waist.

“Hmmm?” She pauses, turning to give him a look. He just implies for her to just continue.

His touches also continue.

Though at the back of her mind, she thought… Well, he’s just hugging me. Mai wanted this as well, she brought it up with him about wanting to be more intimate with him. And this may be Kenma’s way to make it up to her. So, these little displays of affection from the male are still quite new to both of them.

She held back her thoughts on the smile of recognition.

On Kenma’s side, actually, he had been holding back for the past hours. It just manifests through the use of his fingers as a distraction. And as usual, tapping as if he's holding his controller.

Though, his body wandered more than he could venture.

Acting on its own, tapping her by the legs, he can't help but think of the happenings earlier. How he’s not the type to get worked up over something. How there’s a tinge of regret on his tongue when he raised his voice at her. Although unrelated to what he’s supposed to say earlier. No, he wasn’t stressed ‘bout his game. It’s about her. 'I just wanted to hold her close like this just now.' But his lips don’t dare to let it slip off.

He rationalizes it, subconsciously, was he just triggered by being around her and aroused by the thought of her in his clothes? How could she be surrounded by others while he’s aware she could be unclothed underneath? What set of cute underwear did she put on? And, and... Only wearing my jacket. How was he able to put that into words? It’s infuriating. Though, he came to the conclusion of just letting it be. Confusion is all that could be determined by the male. And the added rising up of the tight area by his pants.

His imagination ran wild on this one.

All the more that he got it close to his touch at this very moment.

“Did you understand..th-that?” Her voice turns shaky, leaning more onto a normal acting tone since his voice still is stable; asking her to explain as if he’s not doing anything sketchy with his veiny hands.

“I-it tickles there, Kenma.” She rasped as he pressed the side of her legs. It’s only recently that she discovered that ticklish spot of hers at their last laughing session.

But she’s anything but laughing at this moment.

“Let’s proceed to the next, po-portion-hnghhh…” Her grip on her notebook at hand slips off a bit, Kenma just supports it, humming a bit. “Can you repeat? The last two.”

She said the previous portions again, but her voice falters more with each item… crumbling along with her concentration with the male’s touch. She’s holding onto her bit of focus, but it goes dim as he caresses between her legs.

“It’s…” she looks at him again for any signals, and he urges her more to continue.

She is able to read through more and explain bulky portions. But continuing on, she’s losing the strength to be able to put up with his request.

Mai lost it in the state he’s persistent to his touch.

She gasps as he reaches up to her chest. Only to be cut off by his voice.

“Next chapter, babe.” He flips through her pink notebook; she didn’t even notice it off her hands just now. Kenma looks at her. “We're done already.”

Mai is confused. She faintly nods as she turns squeamish.

Babe? That took her by surprise. With the sudden pet name, she can't help but comply. Though her boyfriend’s surprises didn’t stop there.

“I’m, I’m sensitive there… Ken.” He plays with her breasts, the visibly erect nipples by the red fabric.

“Here?” The softness of his voice contrasts more with his cheeky faint smile. She wants to knock it off his pretty face.

“Kenma, please focus.”

“Back to you.” He says. She doesn’t like his brazen smirk. “Continue, Mai-chan.”

“Geez…” She almost swallowed up the air as he cups over her chest suddenly. “You’re a tease… hmm…can't we at least finish this first?”

“Then finish it.”

He's obviously a tease.

This is the side she’s still new to, yet gets her weak to her knees every time.

And that's in the literal sense.

She wants to get to know it more.

Mai doesn't know if she can breathe now more freely as he stands up and removes their skin contact momentarily. Watching over him, he’s visibly taking a bit of a moment, his hair is a bit astray. He insists on fixing hers as well, asking her to reach for the hair tie nearby when a pencil rolled out the table underneath.

She innocently reaches for it, but her butt sticks out as she leans down. Her dragging herself by her weak knees is adding more to his attention.

It’s already been present since earlier that the “playful” cuddling caused the tent on Kenma’s shorts, though now more visible.

He can't take his eyes off the sight. Much like a cat preying on a chick. Though she had been stuck in his clutches for some time now… but-but she has to bear it!

“We're about…done!” She glides over the last page of her midterm notes, getting an ounce of her enthusiasm back as if a few moments ago, she wasn’t a mess to his touch.

But he isn't quite done yet.

Man, on how adorable she is right now, he wants to get this over with.

She skims through her notebook as she gazes at him, beckoning if he wants her to start reading.

He motioned her to do so, but it didn’t quite occur to her overtly that he also wants to start on something other than run his fingers through pages.

She saw it advancing when he reached up to her legs, but the ardent touches by her crotch made her shriek out an obvious moan she had been holding back.

Having to hear that.

Now, he’s at his limit.

The male’s gentle caresses over her skin grow rather eager, pushier against her stockings. She lightened up pink as she feels herself leak, red now as he prods his finger at her evident moist spot between her legs. She’s out of breath and a mess in a matter of seconds.

“Come on, continue.” His hoarse voice mirrors his rough touches on her lower region.

She’s now just reading her notes, when she hears a rip by her crotch area, feeling the air now brushing her bare skin.

Kenma rips her stocking more for an opening as she has herself leaning by the table, her chest pressing against the surface while he’s behind.

She’s a bit fuzzy in the head up to even comprehend, what on earth is her boyfriend even doing. She holds back another whine and tries to stabilize her voice. But an obvious strain slips out as she speaks… Mai shakes her head, foggy. “You read ta-that part I- uhhh…”

Same with the notes tossed to the side, the desire takes over the table.

"Wha… what?...are you? d-doi…" she stifles. She tries to read through the sound of lips sucking and dripping saliva down her ass. But she had to pause and squint at the different hotness brushing against her clit. "Babe?…"

"Damn, you're already this wet." He spreads out her folds more openly, only earning desperate whimpers from her.

She had been a slippery mess since he was playing with her nipples, simultaneously as he pushed in more digits into her soaked core. Taking a good lick or more, he spreads his tongue flat on her vagina, sucking and playing at her now swollen, protruding core. In and out, hitting certain sweet spots, and taking control from sucking to licking as if he's doing a combo fitted to reach her peak. By the time he finishes up eating her out, she's a dripping hot mess. So it was easy for him to slip his dick inside her.

“W-wait, it’s not a safe day—” she hums through her pleasure, his dick sits perfectly as he aligns and pumps it more into her. As reluctant as she is, she also wants to continue. I’m weak for you… It is her hips that moved on their own and took initiative before she thought it through, him also waiting for signals of her rejecting, or if they would stop, but she only turns to putty as he stimulates her folds. Her sticking her tongue out and her pretty mouth emitting him praises of 'yes's, and 'there, right there, ooh. '.

Mai glances back at her boyfriend, eyes pleading for him to support her… “Is someone downstairs?” she asks almost incoherently. It made her eyes wide as he leaned close by her ear. “Yes, I heard the door earlier. It’s Dad.”

At the cue, they hear muffled footsteps downstairs, though he hushes her first, taking the lead to be the one on guard with his ear open.

“Kenma, you idio—” She has her mouth agape, so Kenma took this as a sign to put his fingers in her mouth, managing to stifle back her louder, more intent moans as he pushed into her.

She sucks onto his drenched fingers a bit before continuing. They try to act out more casually, reading but she hangs her head in defeat. Her eyes pleading again as she sticks her lips out for a kiss. “K-Kenma-kun… ha… please.”

She holds back her whines as he takes her by the back. Mai wishes the walls could transform ten more layers thick, channeling more of her self-control as she chokes back cries. "I… hmmm… can't keep quiet, haa…"

Kenma’s quietness carries over in lovemaking as he’s able to hold back his groans more impeccably than she could ever do. To Mai’s lack of awareness, his fastened paces and him ramming his dick harder, deeper into her tight hole is collapsing his concentration further as moments pass by. The idea of him satisfying her bundle of nerves can put him over the edge. Adding to the sound of skin slapping against his, and the feeling of her thick skin as he holds her waist delicately is enough to inebriate him.

“You holding back your moans… is so cute.” he huffs, nibbling her ear. He holds onto her neck slightly, making her gasp for air. She had mentioned she likes it. Along with light pulling of her hair. A plethora of sensations meet her body; she cannot keep up. She yelps as he brushes his lips by the side of her chest, pulling the fabric a bit over the armpits. "Tickles… hnghh, y-you… Ken…"

"Me?"

“It’s your fault… ahh-that, you cannot wait.” She gasps for air, more as Kenma’s making her suffer as he reaches by the bud of her clit. Much to his smugness, his voice sounded like candy. Too aching by the cheeks. "Why me?"

She squirms, unable to moan as he stimulates her more. Too much! Just too much…

“You’re impatient as well… when you stuck your butt up facing me.”

“That wasn't my intention earlier.”

“Just now? How about, I’m talking right now.” he clarifies, removing himself inside her for a moment, she whines. She quickly shakes her head. “Now is… is different.” she mewls. She’s chasing her breath, along for his dick back into her as he pulls it out again.

She’s got to know how this is also some type of stress relief for him, the same goes for her. And what more is satisfying to be intimate this way?

“Ple-please?” she says, waving her butt back and forth. It didn’t take that long for him to give in.

He bottoms up his erection deep into her, feeling it swell up more to fill her up. She tightens, letting out a yelp. “Ah-ughhh… yeeesss…”

She is stun muted at his fervent movements at this point. He thrusts faster as she zips down the jacket, begging more for his touch on her bare chest. He plays by her nipples, pinching them as he marks her neck and back.

Not stopping his strokes, he positions her so she’s lying on her back. “I love you.” She is happier this way, face-to-face with him. This way, she can kiss him and get to see his lovely face, bonus more on the satisfying view of how he’s fucking her senseless. “Me too…” He leans down to run his lips on her skin, all over. "I-I love you too…"

He pushes her down, his chest against hers as he kisses her more passionately, she tugs on his hair. She desperately calls his name in quiet whimpers. “I’m close…. ahhh— Kenma…Kenma, please.”

“I’m, urgh, coming as well…” He pulls out, letting the hot white fluid spray out as she turns to her back. It stains his jacket as she feels something hot on her nape and shoulder. Their vehement exchanges of kisses turn more languid as they ride out their orgasm.

Both of them catch their breath, with Kenma helping her lay down more comfortably by his lap. It took her a while to relax, so he strokes her hair, brushing the obvious stray hairs from the act. 

Mai had been staring at the ceiling for quite some time now. When she suddenly sticks out her pinky finger, to which Kenma takes no question asked.

“Promise me not to do that again when you know it’s not my safe day.” she rasps, Kenma blinks, getting her concern in an instant. He helps her clean up, patting her by the arm. “Don’t worry, I'll take care of the baby no matter what.”

“Idiot! That’s not!” As much as her legs are jelly right now, her hands can still hit hard. Though she wouldn’t dream of his volleyball player hand slapping her skin back.

She just clings to him all worried. "Kenmaaaa…" 

“No worries, baby, I pulled out, didn’t I?” he strokes her, assuring down to the softness of his deep voice. He knows too that she’s just telling and communicating her thoughts. “And you’ll get your period in two weeks? It’s just a bit, I made sure to be safe and not to cum inside. You trust my self-control, right?”

They have gone through this multiple times, though of course, the fear is still there.

“B-but still…” She hugs onto his waist tighter. “You know how anxious I get for a month whenever this happens. You know how today you’re really stressed out and how about me who'll get to experience this every day? I—”

He kisses her cheek, lowering his head.

“Yes, I’m sorry…” his tone gets softer, averting his gaze. “I didn't know what came over me.”

“You know how I don't have self-control with you, Kenma.” She tugs by his sleeve caressing his stomach.

“Same goes here.” Just repeating what he said previously, though contradicting it too.

“I thought you said you have a strong sense of self-control.” She looks up at him, catching a glimpse of his reddened cheeks as he strokes her head. Letting his honesty get away just this time, he feebly grins at her. 

“Yes, but I also have a side that lets loose whenever I’m with you.”

Be it at games, or getting to spot a new set of in-game collections… His eyes towards her really do spark a different kind of keenness. Of course, this is far different… and she is reminded every day more about this sense of attention from the male handling her.

Though another side would be his rawness.

This is a side of Kenma she’s got to know, and she’s expecting it to appear more in her presence. It’s nice that it’s not only her that has that urge of impatience in getting their way.

She’s glad that she’s solely the one who gets to activate that side of his.

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My Future || MKL

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p a i r i n g: mark lee x reader

g e n r e: angst ~ bf!mark, idol!mark

w o r d  c o u n t : 1.3k

a/n: this is my first written type of story and i’ve been interested in writing and how well i could write a short story so :( i’m so sorry if it’s bad , it’s my first time so.. and also i live for mark angst. i got the idea from listening to my future and i have sort of have an idea to continue this with a part 2 w/ try again by d.ear and jaehyun 😳 maybe... THIS WAS NOT PROOFREAD SORRY >.<

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I can't seem to focus

And you don't seem to notice

I'm not here

I'm just a mirror

You check your complexion

To find your reflection's all alone

I had to go

 You stand in front of Mark, trying to grab his attention for the past few hours of him being in your apartment. Being the one to initiate everything is getting difficult, especially when he’s out traveling around the world, being able to only visit every once in a while. Is it that hard to give you at least one second of his day? Is it even worth trying anymore? 

“Mark, can you… um… do you want to go out for food?” You ask him while looking down at your fingers. You tuck your hair behind your ear before looking up back to him only to see that he’s still on his phone while laying on his back on your bed. You sigh. Getting up to collect your things, you grab your bag on your way towards the door of your room. Mark finally notices you get up and gets startled.

“Where are you going?” He questions. You ignore him and put your shoes on. He stares at you sitting on the couch of your bedroom. “Out.” You stated. Mark raises an eyebrow at you, completely confused on why you’re acting the way you are.

“Out where? Why didn’t you ask me?” You turn to look at him quickly, anger rising in your veins. You’ve had enough. Enough of him blaming you for the littlest things you’ve asked for him to do with you. You barely ever ask him for anything and he couldn’t do you the favor of listening to you about your need for him. 

 “Are you serious, Mark? I’m tired! I’m tired of trying to get you to listen. I’m-” You stop to look at him. His eyes are wide open, his phone no longer in his hands. 

 “I’m tired of having to try to get your attention and asking you for the smallest things that shouldn’t be a big deal. You can’t even come over without you being on your phone the second you get here! When was the last time we went out on a date?” You continue to bash him. You have never wanted to hurt him, ever. But you had enough. Maybe it’s time you focus on your future. A future without him.

 Can't you hear me?

I'm not comin' home

Do you understand?

I've changed my plans

 Mark just stares at you completely speechless. You smile distastefully, knowing he wouldn’t even open his mouth to say anything. He knows you're right, you don’t need him to open his mouth. He probably didn’t hear a single word fly out of your mouth.

 “I’m going out. When I come home, I don’t want to see you in my place anymore.” You say while tears spring in your eyes. Mark scrambles out your bed to reach towards you. Backing up to get away from him stepping closer, you hold your hand out in front of you. 

 “Y/n, please, I promise-” 

 “Mark, don’t try to make this any harder for us. Please. I can’t. I’m done being the only one to try at this point. You’re only now noticing and begging for me to not leave because I finally spoke up.” You said.

 “I swear, I’ll pay attention. I never meant for us to get this far-” He pleads.

 “Don’t you get it? I don’t want this anymore, Mark,” You raised your voice while gesturing you two with your hand. “Not now, at least.” You sighed. His doe-eyes that you love so much managed to have tears in them.

 “Please, please don’t leave me, Y/n. I love you so much, I swear.” Mark cries. He’s on the ground, on his knees holding your hands. You don’t know to feel at this point, so you step back and his hand drops yours. 

 'Cause I, I'm in love

With my future

Can't wait to meet her

And I, I'm in love

But not with anybody else

Just wanna get to know myself

 “I don’t think you love me. Maybe you just felt lonely and needed somebody to fill that space for you. That somebody was me. If you really did love me, I don’t think you would’ve put me through what led us to now.”

 Mark sniffles and gets up. You turn around to walk out to your living room and head towards the kitchen. Grabbing a cup for water, Mark needs it afterall to calm down his nerves. Maybe it was too much? But then again, when has he thought about your feelings? 

 Thinking about it now, you basically put your all into this relationship. Never thinking about what you wanted to do with your future. All you saw in your future, or did see-- was Mark. And what a dangerous thought that was for you to have. Walking back to your room, you see Mark sitting on your bed once again with his head in his hands.

 “How did we get here? How did we get to this point, Y/n? Help me understand where we went wrong-” Mark stumbles. 

 “It wasn’t me. For once, don’t put the blame on me,” You shake your head with tears in your eyes.

 I know supposedly I'm lonely now (lonely now)

Know I'm supposed to be unhappy

Without someone (someone)

But aren't I someone? (Aren't I someone? Yeah)

I'd (I'd) like to be your answer (be your answer)

'Cause you're so handsome (you're so handsome)

 Mark gets up from your bed and walks towards your door before stopping halfway to look at you looking down at your shoes while you play with your fingers. He smiles sadly knowing that it’s a habit of yours. You hear his footsteps continue till you finally hear your front door close.

 That’s when the tears finally start to pour like heavy rain and it all hits you at once. You feel relief. All the struggles are finally over. You shouldn’t be feeling like this, you should be feeling like a piece of you just died. The most important person you used to see in your future has just left and you feel relief. What a horrible person you were. 

 But I know better

Than to drive you home

'Cause you'd invite me in

And I'd be yours again

 ‘I should have driven him home’ you think. Afterall, you did just break his heart. But you knew yourself better than he did because he would’ve convinced you to stay. Sometimes, it was just so difficult to resist Mark. All those times he forgot to show up for your dates, you would be at your apartment falling asleep to the sound of Netflix playing in the back. He would apologize the next day and you never wanted to accept it so easily but somehow, you always managed to withhold that grudge.

 Your phone begins to ring and you assume it’s Mark so you decide to give him one last snippet of your voice before hearing of him again. You answer.

 “Y/n, please, please don’t give up on us,” Mark whispers. You sigh and close your eyes prepared to say your final words.

 But I, I'm in love (love, love, love, love)

With my future

And you don't know her

And I, I'm in love (love, love)

But not with anybody here

I'll see you in a couple years

 “Listen, Mark. I’m only going to say this once more. I love you, I did. I never once gave up on us, but this was the last straw. I can’t handle being in a relationship by myself. Not now. I hope you manage to find someone who will be able to handle your career and I hope you will treat them so much better than you did to me. Maybe I’ll see you in a couple years. Maybe then we can have our happy ending,” Your voice trembled.

 “Goodbye, Mark.” 

 “Y/n, no wait-” Mark tries to finish before you hang up the phone hearing the last of him.

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☼︎𖣔My little ball of sunshine𖣔☼︎

Warnings: It is a kagehina oneshot so it's a boy x boy story. There will not be smut, it's just a fluffy little story. English is not my first languange so if there are any mistakes i'm so sorry :')

☼︎𖣔My little ball of sunshine𖣔☼︎

The karasuno team always knew that the freak duo was a fruity duo, but due to their too similar, competitive, energic personalities they never thought of them as a possible couple. That is, until today. The team had just finished practice and everyone could tell that the duo was pretty much nervous: they were walking around the gym over and over again mumbling words that seemed incomprehensible. When they were finally done they walked anxiously towards their friends, mouth shut and a little amount of sweat on their foreheads. Just three words, and the team had their eyes widen in shock.

"We...are dating." Their friends had to blink their eyes to see if they were dreaming. But that wasn't the case. The first to talk was Tsukishima, in his teasing voice.

"Oh wow, who would have thought that the freak duo would have become a couple romantically huh~"

"Sh-shut your ass beanpole" Hinata stuttered due to the embarassing situation. He was also nervous cause no one else spoke and he thought they might judge them cause of being gay and a couple. But, we all know, the karasuno team isn't like that, and what Sugawara said warmed his heart.

"I'm so happy for you too. Now I can actually say you look adorable together, if I said it earlier everyone would have thought I was crazy. *chukling a little* We, of course, don't judge, you're part of this 'family' and it doesn't matter to us what your sexuality is"

Hinata could feel a tear of joy threatening to fall down his cheek, but Kageyama wiped it away before it could. From that day they could be the couple they were even in front of their team without being scared of being judged.

_________________________________________Time skip: two days after the coming out to the team

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Kageyama POV

I am currently laying on my bed, listening some music and chatting with Shoyo. Our relationship is going on amazingly and I coudn't ask for someone better than him. We would always stay at eachother house in the weekends and take something to eat together after the afternoon practice. It is just so perfect. I never really thought about love before, but now I can't get enough. Today is friday and this week we decided to spend the weekend at my house, and so I'm waiting for him. He will be here any minute.

•Little timeskip to where they are in bed cuddling eachother :D•

Third person POV

They were there, on a one-person-sized bed, currently cuddling eachother and saying sweet things or mumbling a sweet tune. They were in their little world, enjoying eachother embrace and thinking of nothing but how to express their love perfectly. They continued till they slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep.

In the morning the first one to wake up was Kageyama and the first thing he thought about was:

"There he is...my little ball of sunshine".

End :D

Hope ya liked it and i repeat, if i did any mistake, i apologize :')