#my best friend and i think merry's gonna say not this time and he DOESN'T lmao

[pjohoo-reclists]

30k+ Alternate Universe Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase Fic Recs

Request: Looking for a (preferably) long Percabeth story. Anything goes: something wholesome, smut, comfort story etc.

I tried to stick to wholesome/comfort stories, and ended up with an entire list of alternate universe fics. None of these are set in the PJO universe. They're all fairly long, over 30k each. Enjoy!

The Sweetest Sounds by timelesslords

G | 31k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Alternate Universe Fantasy, Protective Percy Jackson, Mistaken Identity

“You’re not from around here, are you?” Annabeth asked, looking up at him. He looked back at her innocently. It seemed genuine, which only confirmed Annabeth’s suspicions. “Why do you say that?” he asked. His eyes were really a distracting shade of green. “Most people from here know better than to show me kindness,” Annabeth said, beginning to walk down the road again. He started walking again too. “I think everyone deserves kindness." *** Or, a Cinderella AU (loosely) based on Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella (1997)

Merry Chrysler by ananbeth, blackjacktheboss

T | 32k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Alternate Universe - College/University, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn

It’s the twelfth of December and Annabeth is drunk. She’s not sure who’s apartment she’s in and she lost Piper about half an hour ago. She’s taken up residence on a very comfy couch and has resorted to people watching. Annabeth has been staring at the lights on a girl’s reindeer sweater for perhaps five minutes when a body slumps down next to her. She looks over to find her best friend, Percy, blinking at her sadly. She reaches over and pats his head. “What’s wrong, Pineapples?” “I’m gonna spend Christmas alone."

Game, Set, Match. by ananbeth, blackjacktheboss

M | 44k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Secret Relationship, Friends with Benefits, Athlete Percabeth

“We should probably make some rules.” Percy has regained control over his expression, he looks back with a raised eyebrow and a contemplative expression. “Rules?” “So this doesn’t get messy.” “Okay. So, we should be honest with each other, right? No lying or whatever.” “Right. That includes if we start feeling things.” “Things?” “You know, like, emotions and shit.” “Such a way with words.” “Fuck off.”   Or, that one where Percy and Annabeth are pro tennis players and decide to hook up. Annabeth wants rules, Percy gets too attached. What's new.

Sugar, Sugar by perseannabeth

T | 50k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Jason Grace/Piper McLean

Chocolate Store AU, Fluff, Friends to Lovers

Annabeth Chase doesn't have a sweet tooth, she isn't a big fan of chocolates but there is a small chocolate store that might change her mind. Falling in love in a chocolate store was Piper's love story, not hers but things could change when a green-eyed chocolate maker enters her life. Piper McLean didn't expect to run into the (possibly) love of her life while she was buying chocolates still in her pajamas, but one smile from him and she was a goner. Between dating and working, she still finds time to hang out with her best friends and, even if Annabeth didn't want her to be, be a wingman for Annabeth.

and they were roommates by bipercabeth

T | 76k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Alternate Universe College/University, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn

oh my god they were roommates It had been a throwaway comment, really, when Annabeth had suggested that she and Percy get an apartment together for college.

Spellbound by writergirl8

M | 91k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Jason Grace/Piper McLean

Hogwarts AU, Domestic Bliss, Married!Percabeth, Teacher!Percy

Percy always thought the most bewitching thing he could discover at Hogwarts was magic. Then he met Annabeth Chase.

just practice by knuffled (bigscary)

T | 95k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fluff, Angst

“So I’m taking you on dates and stuff, but we’re not actually together?” “Yeah, exactly. It’s just practice,” Annabeth said, nodding. “Just practice,” Percy echoed. “Just practice,” Annabeth confirmed. Percy locked eyes with her silently for a few seconds before he took a long sip of his milkshake. “Do we have a deal?” Annabeth asked. “We have a deal,” Percy said.

I Got a Boy by flyingcrowbar

T | 137k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Alternate Universe High School, Secret Identity, Fluff and Humor

Bolt Academy has everything: prestige, affluence, renown. Almost every world leader, CEO, athlete, and have stepped through its doors. Problem is, it’s only for boys. But it’s the only school with the most challenging architecture program in the country. What else is Annabeth Chase supposed to do? Desperate to achieve her dream of becoming an esteemed architect, she cuts off her long curls, binds her chest, and goes by the name of Andy - the newest male student on campus. Now she must travel the dorms, the locker rooms, even the hallways with her secret. It’s smooth sailing, that is until Annabeth’s roommate Percy Jackson - a nationally ranked freestyle swimmer - starts to have feelings for Andy. Coming to understand his sexual orientation, Percy navigates a campus filled with homophobia and hate crimes, all while every day taking a step closer to competing in the Olympics. Around every corner lies an opportunity for sabotage, and Percy has a target on his back. But when Percy discovers the secret that Annabeth has been keeping, hard choices must be made and neither are willing to let the other give up on their dreams. An interpretation of “She’s the Man” and the Korean drama “To the Beautiful You.”

The Long Game by captainjackson

E | 293k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Annabeth Chase & Connor Stoll, Percy Jackson/Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Alternate Universe College/University, Mortal AU, Olympics AU

With the Summer Olympics less than four months away, Annabeth Chase and her beach volleyball teammate, Piper, are right on track to being invited to represent the United States in Athens. But that level of premiere athletic training doesn't come cheap and Annabeth is running out of options— so when a University administrator reaches out with an unexpected opportunity, she'd be a fool not to leap at it... right? Suddenly, Annabeth and Percy — a young hotshot swimmer — find themselves at the center of a media charade that dredges up secrets that were supposed to stay buried. With the world watching, Annabeth is forced to face her past and take control of her future as she learns that, sometimes, life is all about playing the long game.

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #rick riodan #ao3 #annabeth chase #rec list #percy jackson rec list #percy jackson x annabeth chase #percabeth #percabeth fic list #percabeth rec list #romance #love story #alternate universe #pjo au #percy jackson au #rrverse #hoo #heroes of olympus #jason grace #piper mclean

[binkszamsstuff]

Cindy Lou who

I know it’s past Christmas but life got in the way of me editing this fic so pretend it’s Christmas Day still okay? Sorry 🩵❄️🎅 merry Christmas and happy holidays! I’ll see you in the new year!

Warnings:angst, kissing, Bucky and reader are idiots this fic is safe for work but I’m putting this ⬇️ here because my blog is strictly no minors! 🔞

“Wow plum look at you go!” Bucky laughed as you almost hit a rail skating too fast to come to an easy stop.

Just as you got your balance back and stopped laughing at your clumsyness you looked up to see Bucky on his phone again. Lately, for the past two months, bucky has been possessive of his phone and always on it. Smiling at it too. It made you uneasy, Bucky had had plenty of girlfriends in the past but he was always present when hanging out with you. You had lightly asked him last week if he was seeing anyone, he didn't hear you the first time because he was on his phone.

“W-whatcha’ you say plum?”

“I asked if you were seeing anyone, you’re constantly on your phone” you repeated

“No, what? no! why would you think that? You’re my best friend you know i wouldn't hide anything like that from you” james spoke nonchalantly, he patted your head like a child right before he went back to smiling at his phone and texting.

It worried you. This year after ice skating you and him were gonna go get dinner (this usually isn’t a part of your tradition) you wanted to admit your feelings for him tonight but his recent behavior had you second guessing, for one he was always on his phone texting and he sure as hell doesn't look like a giddy school girl from texting sam or steve, and secondly when you asked him if he wanted to go to dinner afterward he was suspiciously happy. He said that it was great that you asked actually because he could “kill two birds with one stone” When you asked him what he meant he brushed you off and now he’s saying he has a surprise.

You had a feeling that he was seeing a girl and you hoped and prayed that you were wrong but the way he was acting proved you right, but you tried to take his word for it because he was Bucky your best friend and he would never lie to you. Right?

Wrong. As you walked into the small restaurant bucky’s smile grew 10 times wider, he waved to a blonde girl sitting at a four-person table. He walked over to her you followed a desperate feeling coming over you where you wished this wasn't what you thought it was. ‘No not tonight! the night I was going to confess my undying love for you no. bucky why?! Why do you have to be a stupid man?’ you thought.

She stood out of her seat he put his hand on her lower waist, lower than a friend would. She pecked his lips. You noticed everything he did or didn't do, you watched as your personal hell ripped itself into the small restaurant.

“y/n this is Polly, my girlfriend,” Bucky said him and her still standing in front of you. You wanted to cry and run away, she was perfect the opposite of everything that made you. You stared in shock.

“Uh um, h-hi im y/n” you swallowed thickly after speaking. You hated yourself you should have listened to your gut.

Bucky looked at you confused, he didn't expect your reaction to be so flat. He thought you would be so happy but now you looked pale and uncomfortable.

“It's too nice to meet you y/n I've heard so much about you” Oh god she was nice too!

The three of you sat, you wanted to puke.

“I thought you weren't seeing anyone bucky?” you asked shakily

“Well, bucky and I wanted to keep it a secret. We just wanted to live in our little bubble for longer ya know” she answered for him

“How long have you two been together?” you asked, anger creeping in towards yourself and Bucky. Yourself forever thinking Bucky could love and him for lying.

“Two and a half months” she answered again. you abruptly pushed your chair out from under the table you hadn't even taken off your coat but you felt cold like you were dying in the North Pole. You grabbed your coat in a haste. Bucky's confused eyes follow you.

“Hey! Hey y/n what are you doing?” he asked as you walked towards the exit you didn't respond. You felt humiliated and heartbroken. ‘God the man I've loved like a fool for seven years! How could I be so stupid!’ you though to yourself

“y/n get back here! Whats wrong with you?!” Bucky yelled after you while he tried to catch up with you as you walked down the street. Finally, he did, he grabbed your arm yanking you around to face him.

“What the hells matter with you?!” he said angry now too.

“I have to leave! I-i cant be friends with you anymore!” you screamed

Bucky's face dropped “Wh-what why?” he said confused and sad.

“B-because I-I just can’t okay!”

“Bullshit tell me. Now!” he demanded

“I-I’m in love with you okay!?”

“What!”

“I invited you to dinner tonight because i wanted to confess my feeling an- it doesn’t matter anymore okay. You have a girlfriend an-and she seems so lovely and im sorry that i made her uncomfortable i-i need to leave.” you said

“How long?” his tone stoic and hard, he wouldn’t let you go

“Since high school b-but i didnt realize what my feelings for you were until this past summer when we went on our trip to the ocean” you whispered ashamed.

“I-i dont know what to say” you broke his hold walking away as fast as you could. Tears finally falling. He didn’t need to say anything because you already knew he didn’t hold the same feelings you did for him.

“Wait wait y/n” you were gone.

December 21st

You got on a flight back home for the holidays usually you would take this flight home with bucky but you couldnt face him. He called and texted you all night, but the pain and embarrassment was to much.

The flight was horrible and your mom picking you up from the airport was spent listening to her cheer on and on about how bucky had a new girlfriend. Your familes were very close.

You wanted to the ground to suck you under itself.

Sitting in your mom’s livling room while your family and buckys talked and laughed was awful. You could feel his sorrowful looks on your skin and thats what really ate you alive. After some point of faking smiles you went up to you old bedroom. It was just like you left it last year and before you left to explore the world with bucky. The laughs you and him had in your old room made you tear up. When you used to get sad or when his parents fought he would climb in your window in the middle of the night. You two would watch movies, cuddle one another whichever one of you who needed the comfort. Just two kids trying to find peace in the world they share with everyone but also their own. the two of you cheering eachother up. As you looked back you scoffed towards yourself for being so stupid because how could you not tell you were selfishly in love him? Holding him while he cried or when he was angry, cuddling while watching movies or playing bored games in secret so your parents wouldn’t find out. The shorting pain in your chest when he would introduce you to one of his new girlfriends was not normal friend behavior.

Then tears fell as you sat on your bed holding a pillow to your chest. You hated that you ruined your friendship, you hated yourself for thinking bucky, the play boy who got women who looked like models could ever love you back. You beat yourself up for not shutting up and sitting through that stupid dinner and at least being ale to keep him in some way even if its just as a friend it would be better than nothing.

Just as yout thoughts of self hatred were stacking up bucky walked in.

“What are you doing in here?” you asked trying to swipe you tears away before he could see them

He sat at the foot of your bed looking at you. “Hey hey, plum,” he reached forward bringing your hands into his “you never have to hide from me”

“I-im so so sorry bucky. You must hate me” you cried

“How could i hate the girl im in love with?” he brought his hand to cup your wet cheek lifting up your face so your eyes could meet his.

“ no no” you shook your head refusing to believe him. 

“Ive been hiding my feelings for a lot longer then you plum” he chuckled sadly. “i ruined the dinner you planned it was stupid of me to surprise you with me having a girlfriend. Every girl ive ever been with as always been me trying to distract myself from not being able to be with you. I thought i wouldnt have a chance with you in a million years, i thought having you as a friend was all i was going to get and thats better then not having you at all so i never told you and last night was was the best night and the worst night of my life because i found out that you loved me and i hurt you. Last night i broke up with polly. I only want you plum, i love you too”

You pulled bucky into a kiss, it was soft, new, it held every word the two of you have ever wanted to say to each other but thought you couldnt. It was love.

“I love you bucky”

“I love you too plum” bucky smiled pulling you back into a kiss.

#bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshots #marvel #james bucky barnes #friends to lovers #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky fanfiction #bucky fanfic #beefy bucky #bucky barnes fluff #christmas #Spotify

[the-ravenist]

That's my wife

Steve Binder x Fem!Black!Reader

Reader and Steve are married, they share both of their last names, reader is somewhat tall, reader is a boss ass bitch, reader is implied/mentioned to be infertile, reader is female(sorry), Steve is a simp for reader, suggestive dialogue(no smut), reader wears pants, reader and Steve match accessories, and protective!Steve(I think)

The smell of cigarette smoke fills the sound room, multiple eyes focusing on Elvis on the stage below, the young man's voice blasting through the speakers. The abrupt sound of the door slamming gains the attention of people in the room, yet a pair of blue eyes stay focused on the act below. Those pairs of blue eyes belong to the amazing Steve Binder-(L/N), a great man, producer, friend, partner, and husband, yes husband.

Steve had the opportunity to work with the infamous Elvis the Pelvis Presley, to produce his Comeback film. At first, he was hesitant to accept the offer, but he could see that Elvis's career wasn't doing...well. But Bones had convinced him, there could be a possibility that old Elvis might come back.

Steve can feel a headache beginning to form, a dull pounding at the back of his head and the slight twitch in his left eyebrow gave it away. If the Conole didn't shut his yapper soon, Steve was gut him like the fat fish he was.

"Kennedys' been shot!"

That definitely broke him from his thought. The backtrack of Elvis's song continued playing through the pen-drop silence throughout the studio.

Dancers, makeup artists, hairdressers, singers, and others alike were piled in the small dressing room, the dialogue of the news lady sounding like white noise besides a couple words Kennedy, shot, and dead stick in the brains of the listeners. The decrease in volume catches the attention of the grieving, Steve stands in front of the TV eyes slightly red and glistening with tears.

"Listen I, uh, I just want to say that," a sad chuckle breaks through his lips. "This nation is hurting, it's lost you know."

A couple of nods and sniffles ring throughout the group.

"It needs a vioce right now, to help heal it," he nods towards Elvis. "You, you have to a statement EP," said man's eyes lighting up.

"Mr. Presely doesn't makes statements." Eyes snap to the colonel.

"He sings here comes Santa Claus", he walks towards Steve menacingly. "And wishes everyone merry Christmas and good night", he continues with a sharp glare on his face.

A beat of somber silence passes by, anger and frustration build up in Steve and Elvis. Steve knows that the Colonel could care less about the president's death and Elvis, he was The Snowman, after all, he was cold in all ways.

"This tragedy, a tragedy yes," fake sympathy is plastered on his face. "But it has nothing to do with us."

At that Steve had calmly stormed out of the room, Bones and Jerry following. Everyone else had walked out of the room slowly after, all going their separate ways to dressing rooms mostly or back to the stage. Steve had walked, well stomped into the sound booth, lighter lighting the cigarette in his hand.

He takes a deep inhale of the toxic smoke, holding it for a beat. He knew that he had a show to run he knew it but during this time, nobody was really in the best mental state to work. As he exhaled the smoke the phone on the best corner rang, he let it ring for two more rings before his shaky hands picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweets, you okay?"

At the sound of your voice, his body instantly slacked. He was glad you called, but that's not what he's worried about at the moment.

"I'm fine puff," he had called you that due to your afro, rather than a halo of curls on top of your head reminds him of a puff of smoke. I know weird comparison.

"'M just a little tired, how about you?"

" 'M not gonna lie to ya sweets," your voice shakes a little. "I'm a lil shakin' up."

Steve puts out his cigarette as he exhales the last bit of smoke. He can feel the dull pounding get a bit louder, now trust me dear reader it's not because of you I promise.

"Yeah, this...event has everyone shakin' up," a small sigh. "I wouldn't be surprised if the damn whole country stopped functioning." A small laugh was heard through the speaker.

"Honestly, I'd believe it," A huff escaped your lips. "Damn near got into a fuckin' car accident when I heard it."

"What?"

"It's nothing though, I'm fine the cars fine," you murmur softly. "And so is my fro." Steve couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

The line is silent for a moment, it's somewhat comforting in a way. "Even though neither of you is facing the other in the comfort of your shared bed, it seems as if you were standing next to one another.

"Hey, puff?"

"...yeah?"

"How do you feel about getting creative again?"

"I'm on my way."

Elvis, Bones, and Jerry are watching Steve pace in the small room. Elvis laying on the floor by the piano, Jerry lounging on the black couch on the wall, and Bones leaning on the crisp black piano watching his friend stress out.

"What's he stressin' about," questions Elvis.

"I don't know E," Jerry says eyes narrowing on the nervous man.

"He's nervous about his dames," Bones speaks up from his spot.

"Wait his girl," Elvis questions. "Why is she comin'?"

"I guess-"

Steven turns around quickly startling the men in the room. He seems calm, yet his eyes give him away; they're wider than normal.

"I'm sorry boys," a hand runs through his hair. "This might seem completely out of character of myself," and was it ever.

"Yeah, we can tell," Jerry mutters. "Why does your girl make you nervous?"

"Huh?"

"Bones had said that your girl was coming," Elvis had said from his spot on the floor.

"And we want to know why you're actin' a nervous mess," Bones continued.

"Well if I'm being honest boys," Steve reluctantly starts. "I'm worried how she would think of y'all, minus Bones."

Well, it's not like you were a judgmental person or anything like that. It's just that you're kind of intimidating in a way.

"What," Elvis says through a small laugh. "Whaddaya mean?"

"Now listen EP," Steve's is laced with seriousness. "This woman is very important to me, she's the best out there for this operation."

"So please behave," he slightly begs.

"But still be yourself, and don't say anything stupid," Bone adds.

"Don't worry my mama taught me better than to disrespect a woman," Elvis says as he sits in a crisscross position.

"Good, 'cause she'll," he takes a glance at his watch. "She'll be here any minute now."

Just as he says that the door is pushed open, with a dark brown heeled boot. And those boots are paired with brown high-waisted pants, a white turtle neck, and a pearl necklace.

"Sorry that I'm late, sweets," the woman closed the door with her heel.

"I had to speed back home to get the stuff that I thought we could use, but then I realized that I had no fuckin' scissors," she dropped the bags full of supplies on the couch next to Jerry.

"So, I had to drive to the store to get scissors, and I realized that we'd might be here a while so I bought myself a silk scarf cause why the hell not, and-"

Steve grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you a bit, to stop her rambling. She had stopped talking as she looked at Steve with wide (e/c) eyes.

"Puff, I'm glad you're here but we have company," his eyes dart to the people behind her.

"Shit," she looked at the men behind her. "Right, my bad y'all." She coughs to clear her throat. "Hello, my name is (Y/N) (L/N)-Binder, and I'll be helping y'all 'cause y'all desperately need it."

"Now excus-"

"And you, white and sideburns," you point to the boy on the floor. "You must be the big Elvis the Pelvis Presly," the boy smirks a bit. "Now I'm not a big fan of yours but I have to admit you have some hip swingn' songs." The woman demonstrates as she moves her hips a bit.

"Well thank you," Elvis trails off, not sure if what the woman had said was a compliment or not.

"It's no problem," she dismisses, she puts her attention on the entire group.

"Now what have we gotten so far hmm?"

Silence

"Have y'all at least started on a song?"

"I mean," Jerry bravely speaks up. "We sort of do," (Y/N)'s sharp (e/c) eyes are basically pinning him to the couch.

"All right let's hear it."

And then the construction begins.

"Alright, the song is done," she sighs in exhaust. " And let me tell you, y'all are by far the hardest people I've worked with."

Jerry and Elvis gawk at the confidence of the women in front of them.

"Now E," the switch from sarcasm to seriousness throws off the boys. "It's quiet obvious to anyone with an IQ of a basic human being, that your career has been nothing but a pile of flaming shit lately."

Steve chokes on a bit on the smoke of his cigarette.

"But with this song and a killer outfit by my design," you can see a child-like excitement spark in Elvis's blue eyes. "You'll bounce back in no time."

"Now," you snap loudly. "How does everyone feel about leather?"

.

.

.

"Good night boys, I'll see your show tomorrow m'kay," you say as you watch the guys leave. Leaving you and Steve in the small room.

You plop your body down on the dark green couch, body slacking once it hits the cushion. A sigh leaves your mouth and your eyes begin to close.

"God, I'm getting old. I've never been that tired in a hot minute," you mutter as you grab your head scarf from your purse.

Steve nonchalantly kneels before you, hands reaching for your boots.

"You're not getting old, you need to stop saying that," he mutters as he unzips your left boot and gently slides it off your foot, hands moving to unzip the right one.

"Oh right, I'm not getting old. I'm aging," your speech is sarcastic. Yet Steve ignores it and places your boots next to the piano.

Steve plops himself on the couch next to you as you wrap your hair with the scarf. The scarf in which looks similar to the ascot that you're husband is wearing around his neck. Once finished you wrap your leg around his waist and your arms around his neck. As if automatically, he wraps an arm around your waist and slides a hand into your back pocket.

"You know what else ages," Steve croons teasingly as he locks eyes with you. You hummed in a curious tone.

"Wine, wine ages," he leans his head forward, lips grazing yours.

"'nd you my darling puff, are some very fine wine~" His lips finally touched yours. Once your lips touch you fight back a smile as his comment registers.

"Oh, Mr. Binder you are the devil in disguise I swear," you're able to say through the onslaught of kisses you're receiving.

"If I'm the devil, you're my angel in disguise," he purrs as he continues his trek of kisses to your neck.

"Okay, now you ruined the mood," you snort as you push his head back slightly.

"Aw whaddya mean," he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"... he's so young sweets, too young."

"I know."

"He looks like a young man but has the eyes of a man who works at an office 9-5. Tired, stressed, yet yearning."

You begin to play with Steve's fingers as you begin to ramble.

"He misses his mama Stevie, he stuck to me like glue. Kept looking at me, as if he was looking for affirmation. Like a child would."

"God Stevie, why do I want someone to look at me like that again?"

Your eyes begin to water as you subconsciously rub your stomach.

Steve frowned at your sadness, he knew you wanted kids. The both of you did. The thought of having a little bundle of y'all's creation running around the house made him smile. Of course y'all have tried but when you went to a doctor the worse news has erased that dream. As an interracial couple adopting a child was harder than it looked, so in the end it was replaced with two fur babies you have at home.

Oh, Harley and June, two energy filled great danes. They're probably sleeping in your shared bed, drooling all over the sheets. The thought of them brings a small to your face.

You look at Steve's blue eyes. Oh, how you love those blue eyes. You cup his cheek, he leans into it, it makes you snort. You peck his lips, once, twice.

"Let's go home Stevie," you hop off his lap. You bend over to grab your boots and bags. Steve of course can't help but take a glance at your ass. Those pants accentuated everything. You pop right back up and turn to Steve, who still sits on the couch looking up at you. "I have to go home and sew a leather suit for a 6'2 man."

Your husband groans as he reluctantly gets up from the couch, standing in front of you.

"Do you ever rest?" His hands grip your hips as he sways them a bit.

"Yes, but only during a full moon," you tease with a smile.

"That tracks," you let out a squeak of a shock. He turns you around and carries you bridal style.

"I'll have you know that I'm working because I want to," your arms automatically curl around his neck. Steve takes the bags from your hands and puts them as far up on his arms as possible.

"Mhmm, puff y'know Harley and June don't need set after set of pajamas, he remarks as you begin to walk out of the office.

"But they're cute~."

#steve binder x reader #black!reader #black reader #steve binder x black!reader #x reader #x black!reader #x black reader #x black!fem!reader #x black fem reader #black writer #darce montgomery #darce montgomery x reader

[beanghostprincess]

What are your thoughts on lusopp? (Luffy x Usopp)

i just woke up so if my words are all over the place that's probably why! being productive right here! waking up early! somebody shoot me! fighting the urge to go back to sleep so i can reply to your silly lil awesome questions! i need a coffee.

AND!!! I REALLY LIKE THE SHIP!!! (just saw you're on impel down so i won't spoil anything!)

i mean, it's not my favorite ship and i'm not crazy about it like, idk, my fiancé is crazy about them (but again, she's crazy about zosan and lawlu and i'm not so we have to deal with each other's bullshit all the time). but i find their relationship really, really interesting and complex and cool to explore. i was just writing a fic about them being besties and super clingy, gonna cry. baby boys.

i personally see them more as just best friends, but hey! if there are cute fanarts and content i'm not going to scroll away!! it's a good and cute ship!!! they're bffs almost instantly and usopp's intelligence really disappears when he's with luffy which is, not only hilarious but extremely refreshing to see. let the anxious boy be dumb and reckless!! they're so chaotic!!

not to mention that it's not only their dynamic that makes them good, but the whole water 7/enies lobby thing. i fear that if i talk about this much i might start sobbing. but, like,,, their fight is the first time we see luffy actively cry on screen. we see luffy losing control of his crew, something he used to have control over. we see luffy lost and act impulsively and not knowing what to do because his best friend and sniper is about to go away and his heart fucking breaks into a million little pieces. because luffy sees usopp's potential and he wants him with the crew, but he can't do anything to help if usopp doesn't believe in himself. and also, the merry, which is another thing luffy loses control over and has to act like a logical captain about it but we all know it's heartbreaking for him too. and then there's usopp, who feels inferior and not worthy of being part of this amazing crew. even though he has shown over and over again to be part of this little family. he just feels like he doesn't belong here. and, you know, he says he's angry because of the merry but we all know the fight isn't about that.

so, we all agree that water 7 is very very peak lusopp (and sanuso, but tbf it's just peak usopp in general because he has great scenes with everyone. especially the monster trio, shout out to my boy zoro), and then enies lobby is when they make up and it's beautiful and heartbreaking and the way usopp yells at luffy to stand up and fight makes me want to curl up on the floor and sob for ages and ages and ag-

and i would go into detail about luffy's character but i don't want to spoil anything, so let's just focus on usopp here:

lusopp's dynamic works well both as a friendship and as a ship, mainly because they're both on the same page when it comes to silly shenanigans. we see them actively enjoying being with each other and doing stupid things together and that's just,,, so sweet. but also, usopp is one of those people that have to ground luffy sometimes and tell him "fuck, no. haha. we're so not doing that" because despite acting silly, he's pretty much more logical and rational than luffy is. but, you know, the reason he's like that most of the time is because he's scared of fucking dying (which i understand. i'd be scared too in that crew. i'm glad nami is always agreeing with him with these things), and he has to be the one to stop luffy (try to, at least. never really works) from doing extremely dangerous things. which is both hilarious and actually pretty cute to watch because it shows us how well usopp knows luffy. it's obvious that they're best friends. dude knows what luffy is going to do minutes before luffy even thinks about doing it. and luffy really, really admires and loves usopp's abilities and strengths and brains. all the things usopp is insecure about? luffy loves them!!!

and, you know, it's a good ship because they have that sort of bff energy, but if you make it romantic and angsty and more intimate? that's just better! i feel like their ship is just- those friendships that turn into romantic relationships but their dynamic doesn't really change at the end of the day? and i find that really endearing.

luffy makes usopp see the best in himself and makes him want to improve as a pirate to follow his dream and feel like he belongs in the crew. usopp makes luffy be a bit more grounded to reality whenever he needs to, and he was the first one to make luffy realize that, well, fuck, he's the captain of a ship and he needs to be responsible and make harsh decisions.

but now that they're together again, luffy is sooo not going to let him go ever again. and usopp will never try to do so because he just wants to keep fighting for him!!!

it's such an endearing and funny and angsty ship. i think i just don't really ship them much because i'm more of a sanuso/zolu kind of person. but at this point just make it poly and everybody is happy (except nami bc she has to deal with the 4 of them being in love and that would be extremely tiring. somebody bring back vivi for her PLEASE).

but yeah, cute ship. not my favorite but awesome to explore and tbh one of my favorite friendships in this show. very underrated but that's just bc usopp is underrated af and it makes my blood boil with anger and the fury of hell itself. that's for another day, though!

#they're very cutie patootie #these boys can fit so much trauma inside of them #but they're such great friends #i honestly think lusopp shippers are in a whole other level dude #sanuso and lusopp shippers should unite bc our arcs are water 7/enies lobby and we have in common that we love usopp a lot #lusopp #monkey d luffy #usopp #one piece

[savagebisand]

We need to talk about Boeing...

You cannot fool me JoJo. As fortuitous as I feel to see Mond's gorgeous scheming face on my screen once more, I do not believe for one second he is only going to cause mayhem for TopMew. You may argue SandRay have enough to deal with for now drama wise, Rays journey in rehab, whatever Ray's father asked of Sand, the apartment fight. I will simply say to you my brethren, enough is never enough for JoJo. That beautiful conniving bitch. Love that man.

In the preview we see Boeing is causing issues for Top and Mew. in the words of Taylor it was so nice everyone being friends again. There Mew was giving Top a second chance. buT lo and behold there has been a Boeing a Hoeing around these parts. This was not something Mew was envisioning having to intercept on his merry skip of sweet mercy.

But whatever. Mew is gonna do what Mew gotta do. We need to talk about the Boeing of it all more. He's here and he's ready to stir up chaos. He's diving in balls first baby. Clearly quite happy to be Tops on call emergency fuck service when the insomnia pills just won't do it, this does not surprise me one bit. It makes sense to me he'd compete with Mew for Top. Boeing has always been in some pointless game with himself of becoming Tops priority. Or at least something that Top cannot completely let go of.

What surprises me more is that we aren't seeing more drama for Sand with shitty ex boyfriend of the year back in town right when Sand thinks he can finally be the first choice of someone he has come to love. How is this gonna set him back? After all, Top assured Sand that Boeing and him were long done. If Sand sees them together, it's clearly not the case now. How will he digest that? The mere mention of not being enough for Boeing set Sand off on vengeance is my middle name mode not too long ago. He's never been great at holding Boeing accountable for his part in fucking off with Top and leaving Sand in the dirt.

Because here's the thing. No matter how Sand sees it Boeing was not "stolen", Boeing made a choice. And is seemingly still making that choice, Top to the detriment of his own well being every time without fail. I am so very hopeful that seeing Boeing clinging to Tops scraps of attention again will wake Sand up enough for him to get the closure he needs from his ex being around, leave Boeing fiending after Top and come to the realisation that Boeing would've never been right for him. Never would've put him first the way Ray is at least trying to choose Sand's love right now, choose getting better in rehab even though it'll feel like it nearly fucking kills him for Sand's love.

But on the other hand, with Ray away in a rehab, experiencing relapse and withdrawal and having moments where he switches back to the old cold Ray on his journey to find his best healed self, there leaves room for Sand to feel scared and lonely and doubtful too. Perfect time for someone like Boeing to slink on in and play with those emotions... I just really hope Sand shows us how he's never yielded to anyone like he does for Ray with this messy bitch and doesn't give in to Boeing's flimsiness this time around. I want Sand to get the chance to finally hold Boeing accountable for his part in the downfall of their relationship instead of pinning it all on this rivalry with Top.

#only friends #only friends the series #boeing #sandray #topmew #look i used to only care that sandray made it to endgame now i kinda wanna see topmew make it too #which is a testiment to forcebooks chemistry bc ive been around cheating all my life. ive been cheated on countless times. #ive watched my mum take back her cheating husband multiple times. once a cheat you belong to the streets. #and if you arent on em best believe all the trust is gone never to return to ur relationship if u try again #so ur always gonna fight and get paranoid and nothing will be the same even when it seems good. #but in a way i jsut want mew and sand to tell top and boeing that they deserve each other #and walk tf away from all that smoke for a bit

[airplanned]

Terrible AU of the day:  Zeff and Bellemere get married. Nami, Nojiko, and Sanji are step siblings on the Baratie.

With extra details, because I spent 11 hours in the car today:

He's buying supplies for the Baratie at Coco Village, and gets tangerines from her and asks if she wants to get dinner.  She thinks this is a business dinner and he's going to buy tangerines exclusively from her.  Heck yeah money!  Once she gets there, she realizes pretty quick that he meant it to be a date.  She panics and talks about tangerines the whole time.  He realizes she doesn't know it's a date, gets embarrassed, signs a contract to buy way too many tangerines on a regular basis.

She's embarrassed and keeps sending the girls to the dock to deliver the tangerines in her stead.  Zeff is like, "These girls are too damn skinny," so he'll buy the tangerines, feed them lunch, and hand them a couple casseroles to take home.  Zeff's approval rating with the girls are off the charts.

Bellemere comes down to give him a piece of her mind about how they don't need charity, and he's like, "It's not charity.  My dumbass brat of a kid said he was too good to make casseroles, so I made him make 20, and now I have too many damn casseroles."  She's like, "...IDK what to make of any of that.  You have a kid?"  And he's like, "Yeah.  He's a shit.  I love him...Want to get dinner?"

Even though all three kids are in weird pseudo-adoption situations, they still have big step-sibling energy.  Mostly because Sanji is wary of siblings and has a meltdown any time Bellemere is nice to him.  Eventually they get to a place where the kids are friends who live on the same houseboat, but no one's ready to use the "sister" word or the "brother" word.  That would have to happen later at an emotionally climactic moment.

Nojiko and Sanji are both exceedingly well dressed.  Everyone else rolls their eyes at them, but they're bonding and look amazing.

Nami teaches Sanji to steal things.  They do a tag-team kind of thing where one of them distracts.  No one can prove they've done anything, but everyone knows and is exasperated.

Zeff is the worst girl dad.  But the girls and Bellemere are consistent with calling him on his shit, especially when Nojiko starts hanging out in the kitchen.  Sanji starts teaching her to cook.  Then Patty starts teaching her to cook.  She's a really good, solid cook, and is less of an asshole about it than everyone else, so after a couple months Zeff gives up and throws chef whites at her.

Bellemere takes over the administration stuff and organizing the vendor purchases, because Zeff would rather be cooking and is shit at it.  I mean, look at how much he's spending on tangerines!

Nami is great at charting courses that will get them the best business and avoid storms and minimize time for supply trips.

As the kids get older, they all keep banging the customers.  One of them will do it, and the adults will yell at them, and that kid will calm down for a bit, but as soon as they do, another kid is at it.  It just doesn't stop.

Nami stands up to Zeff for something he said to Sanji, and Sanji has a meltdown.

Okay, I think Bellemere has to die?  Something with Arlong.  Because then Nami leaves to get vengeance or whathaveyou.  Zeff throws himself into his work, Sanji shuts down for a while and starts smoking Bellemere's cigarettes.  Nojiko has to keep the restaurant running.  She's pretty pissed at Nami.

When the Going Merry rolls up to the Baratie, Nami's like, "Aww shit.  I'm not here," and hides on the boat until Zoro has his show down with Mihawk.  When Luffy and the rest of the crew go in to eat, Luffy's like, "Hey, do you know Nami?" and Sanji stares at him and says, "Yeah, we're not gonna tell Nojiko she's here." Immediately goes to the Merry to be like, "Sooooooo..." in the most asshat brother kind of way.

She and Zeff end up having an all-out screaming match on deck.  Luffy's standing off to the side like 😶 horrified and trying not to be noticed but unable to look away from this car crash.   Sanji's 😶 too.  And Usopp 😶.  And the chefs 😶😶😶😶.  And maybe Mihawk 😶.

When they finally calm down and come to the end of their fight, Zeff's like, "Alright, fine.  But nobody tell Nojiko."

#one piece #terrible au of the day

[sunjakes]

pancakes for dinner ; park sunghoon

pairing: classmate!sunghoon x gn!reader genre: fluff, semi slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers warnings: intended lowercase, best friend sunsun and loser hoon agenda, a teeny bit of profanity from reader n a lot from sunghoon LOL, two v short mentions of food word count: 4.5k a/n: HAPPY VERY BELATED HOON DAY AND MERRY CHRISTMAS !!! part 4/7 of my song drabble series !! this one took me a lot longer to write than i'd like to admit ... regardless of my struggle picking a song and then getting out of writers block multiple times, i really like this one and i hope yall do too !! also go listen to lizzy mcalpine her music is seriously so good :>

sunghoon had never been the best with words, and you knew that all too well. after meeting him for the first time, you entirely believed that he could've been a mute until you saw him talking to his friend - and your fellow classmate, sunoo. most people tended to be taken aback by sunghoon’s timidness, but you honestly saw it as a challenge.

something about park sunghoon intrigued you.

maybe it was how he stuttered and stumbled over his words for the first few meetings you two had, but you wanted nothing more than to make him crack. and sunghoon didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he fell for you at first glance. you made him even more nervous than he usually is in front of people.

once you and sunghoon got seated next to each other in class, you took it as your chance to put your ideas into action. you wanted to break sunghoon out of whatever shell he was in, and after a couple of weeks, you can safely say it was working. even sunoo was shocked to see the side his friend was letting out when he was around you.

you made sunghoon laugh and smile more than anyone had ever seen. watching his fang-like teeth poke out from between his lips when you made him laugh extra hard filled your chest with pride. his reputation of being someone cold and shut out was shedding more and more with each passing day. despite how the both of you were always seen as class pets, you started getting reprimanded by your professors for talking too much during lectures.

even though you and sunghoon got super close as friends in class, you didn't spend time with him much outside of it, much to sunghoon's dismay. his feelings for you started to grow exponentially, as did yours for him, but he couldn't seem to gather the confidence to actually ask you about making plans.

"sunghoon hyung, you're never gonna advance with y/n if you never try to say anything, you know.. what if they actually like you back?"

sunghoon groans at sunoo's comment, a loud thump sounding in his bedroom as his head lands against his desk. he knows that sunoo's right, but it doesn't make anything feel any easier. that 'what if' when it comes to you is exactly what's holding him back. if being friends with you is the closest sunghoon will ever be to you, he'd take it in a heartbeat.

"i know, i know... but maybe they just want to be friends. i don't want y/n to pursue me because they see me as some charity case.."

hearing a quiet scoff come from sunoo, sunghoon sits up to look at him, finding a pair of sympathetic yet intense eyes gazing at him.

"hyung, i'm not 100% sure what to say outside of this: i wish you could see them from an outsider's perspective. i don't think they took a random initiative to talk to you because they see you as some pathetic guy like you seem to think."

the response catches sunghoon off guard, and he looks at sunoo with a quizzical expression. the younger boy just sighs softly and shakes his head, standing up from his seat on sunghoon's bed. gently patting sunghoon's shoulder, sunoo begins to make his way over to the door.

"this may sound cliché and cringy, but i think you should try writing how you feel down... maybe that way, if you ever get the balls to confess to y/n, you won't trip over your words and turn into an actual charity case."

before sunghoon could even get out a syllable of a response, sunoo was out the door, and he was left alone to fester in his own thoughts. a deep sigh leaves his lips, and he has to stop himself from slamming his head against his desk again. looking to his right, he sees an empty notebook he had purchased for a class that he never ended up using.

you should try writing how you feel down…

the suggestion rings throughout sunghoon’s head, and he reaches for the book without a second thought, opening the cover as he feels his nerves flood with anxiety. picking up a pen, every single thought sunghoon has seemingly ever had about you completely flees from his mind. he stares at the empty page as if a love letter would just materialize out of nowhere and write itself. he sighs for what feels like the millionth time, his pen hovering over the paper.

"...how the fuck am i supposed to do this...?"

fighting the urge to text sunoo for advice, sunghoon starts to write the first things that pop into his head:

y/n, here's hoping you never have to read this, because i have no clue what i'm doing.. you make me crazy in the most amazing way i don't know how to describe. honestly, i never thought that you would come up and talk to me in class, but seeing you approach me for the first time made me so excited for the future. i'm so unbelievably glad you started talking to me. even though we officially met not that long ago, i feel like i can be my true self with you. i'm not scared of being mocked or judged like i am around virtually everyone else, and it just feels right. you make me feel right. just by being in class with you, everything makes sense. you barely have to move a finger to make me the happiest guy in the world, and i'm hoping that one day i'll get the opportunity to return that happiness to you. i swear your smile shines brighter than the north star, and i want to witness it for as long as i have the chance to. stay just as you are, y/n. your personality is by far the most beautiful and captivating thing about you, and it's what made me fall so hard. - park sunghoon

setting down his pen, sunghoon stares at the page he just filled, not even rereading what he wrote down. he instantly picks up his phone and sends a photo of his writing to sunoo, closing the notebook's cover so he can't look at the letter long enough to regret his decisions. he watches his message to his friend go from delivered to read, and the hesitation in sunoo's response starts to fill sunghoon with dread.

a minute or so later, sunghoon hears his phone ping, and he instantly picks it up to read sunoo's response:

"hyung, you are so down bad..."

with a loud groan. sunghoon's head drops down against his desk again, his phone falling into his lap as his arms dangle helplessly at his sides. not even bothering to actually respond to sunoo's text, sunghoon sarcastically mutters a comeback, getting up from his seat and leaving his notebook abandoned at his desk.

"you say that as if this wasn't your suggestion anyways, you dick.."

sunghoon feels ashamed to walk onto campus the next day, paranoid that you would somehow manage to find out about his impromptu love letter. his rational brain knows that sunoo is the only person who knows—and you and sunoo have barely spared a conversation with each other—but school being school, he knows how easy it is for word to spread about anything. walking into the lecture hall, a quiet sigh of relief leaves his lips when he sees that you haven't arrived yet. he makes his way over to sunoo, rolling his eyes as the younger boy playfully nudges him with his elbow.

"soooo loverboy, when are you planning to confess to them?~"

sunghoon scoffs and makes his way over to his seat, muttering a nearly inaudible "fuck off..." sunoo just chuckles at his friend’s response, setting his book bag on the floor as he sits next to sunghoon. he gently pats the older’s shoulder, noticing how he’s trying to look everywhere besides the door to the classroom.

“look, i can tell you’re worried about y/n finding out. i will swear to you now that i won’t say a single word if you don’t want me to. i would never be the type of person to snitch, anyways; you of all people should know that.”

sunghoon’s shoulders slump as he nods in understanding. a stressed sigh wracks his chest and he threads his fingers through his hair, trying to keep his composure. as if on cue, his posture shoots up pin-straight as he hears your voice approaching the room. sunoo fights back another laugh, smiling knowingly as you make your way through the door.

sunghoon tries to ignore the butterflies in his stomach when you give him that bright smile that he fell in love with so quickly. whispering a soft "i'll take that as my cue to leave..", sunoo gets up from his spot and moves to another seat in the lecture hall, and sunghoon thanks whatever higher power may exist as you take the empty seat beside him without a second thought.

"hey hoon! since it's still pretty nice out, would you wanna go to a café and get some coffee after class? we could maybe study together, and even though it may still be school-related, i wanna see you outside of this setting for once.."

you motion to your surroundings with one hand and a pout on your lips. the endearing nickname you suddenly gave to sunghoon leaves him a little love struck to the point where he almost misses your question. he prays you don't notice the red flush to his cheeks or how his gaze instantly dropped to your lips as he responds—which you absolutely did and made sure to take note of—and he nods as he tries to collect himself to answer.

“oh-uh, yeah, totally! what classes do you need to study for?”

sunghoon instantly running with the study idea left somewhat of a sour taste in both of your mouths, and you have to hide the frown that fights its way to your lips as you ramble off some random class that you know you don’t genuinely need to study for. nodding nervously, he makes eye contact with sunoo behind you—who grins, giving sunghoon a thumbs up—and starts to turn his attention to the front of the room as he sees the professor walk in.

despite the awkward tension between the two of you, your lecture passes by uneventfully. you keep trying to steal glances at sunghoon, and he must have been attempting the same thing, because your gazes met on more than one occasion. you hide a smile as you watch his ears get progressively more pink everytime your eyes meet. you stand up simultaneously as your professor dismisses you, and as you look up at sunghoon, you swear a knife could cut through the nerves you could hear thick in his voice.

"so uh, y/n... i'll meet you at the café, right?"

you look at him confused, and you watch sunghoon's face blush bright red at your reaction. without even thinking, you reach to grab his hand, and both of you feel electricity shoot up through your arms at the point of contact. sunghoon catches himself staring at the way your hands fit together, and his mind runs with want to never let go of your hand. he noticed how perfectly your hand felt in his and fought the urge to intertwine your fingers, wondering if you were feeling the same things he was.

"what you mean 'meet me,' hoon? why don't we just go together right now?"

he wordlessly nods, and you two make your way out of the lecture hall, neither of you letting go of each others hands. sunoo watches in shock, and not long after leaving the room, sunghoon's phone buzzes. he checks it with his free hand, flushing an even darker red when he sees a text from his friend reading: "im sorry .. WHAT DID I JUST WITNESS?!"

by the time you both walk into the café, you were no longer holding hands after sunghoon had gotten embarrassed by sunoo’s text. after choosing a table and setting down your bags, you move to head up to the counter but are stopped as sunghoon puts his hand on your shoulder.

“what do you want to drink? it’s on me.”

you look up to see sunghoon smiling at you, his cheeks dusted with a light shade of pink, and you’re awestruck to see the shy and timid boy you met just weeks ago slowly disappearing in front of you. he seems to notice you spacing out and says your name to get your attention again, snapping you out of your daze.

“o-oh, shit, sorry.. can you get me an iced oat latte? thank you so much, hoon.”

his smile just grows as he nods, motioning for you to sit down as he heads up to the counter to order for the both of you. you watch him in shock, trying to figure out what happened to the nervous sunghoon that practically tripped over his own words just an hour ago when you brought up the idea of coming to the café in the first place. after a few minutes, you watch sunghoon walk back over to the table with both of your drinks and some pastries, and you start to blush as he sets them down onto the table.

"i also got us some things to snack on in case you get hungry!"

you look at him and smile gratefully as he sits down, shyly mumbling a thank you as you take your drink from his hand. starting to get supplies out of his bag, sunghoon looks up at you confused when he notices you not move to do the same.

"y/n, weren't we gonna study? did you not bring anything?"

sunghoon looks at you shocked when your mood suddenly changes, sighing as you look at him with a scowl and a slight glare. setting down your drink, your frown drops and you look at him, seemingly annoyed out of nowhere, at least in sunghoon's opinion.

"park sunghoon, are you being serious right now?"

sunghoon just blinks at your question, growing more confused by the second at your sudden mood switch.

"d-did i say something wrong? what happened?"

you sigh again at his cluelessness, slightly rolling your eyes. looking at sunghoon dead in the eyes, you bluntly tell him of your intentions.

"i didn't actually mean to turn this into a study date, sunghoon. i just used that as an excuse so that i could spend time with you outside of class.. i only ever see you under those god awful flourescent lights in that stupid lecture hall, and it was actually starting to drive me insane."

sunghoon gasps softly as he hears the word date leave your lips, his mouth gaped like a fish out of water. you maintain eye contact with him while holding the same, slightly frustrated expression, and sunghoon blushes darker than you've ever seen before. you can practically hear the gears turning in his mind as he tries to take in what you said and come up with a response.

"a.. a date..?"

you can't help but laugh at his question, resting your head on the palms of your hands as you look at him.

"you really are clueless, aren't you hoon?"

successful in flustering sunghoon with your response, he breaks eye contact with you and drops his gaze to the table, awkwardly coughing and scratching the back of his neck.

"i... i was so excited at the prospect of hanging out with you in the first place that i didn't even realize you didn't actually want to study together, to be honest.."

you mimic his previous shocked expression at his sudden confession, and now it's sunghoon's turn to chuckle. he catches your attention by suddenly outstretching his hand to you across the table, and you look at him confused.

"give me your phone, i want another chance to redo this 'date' and give you the experience you actually deserve."

you blush at his statement and nod, pulling your phone out of your pocket and passing it to him. sunghoon sets his own phone down on the table and motions for you to take it, so you do, putting your number into his phone. he smiles and passes back your phone before getting up from the table, grabbing his coffee and his bag.

"text me when you get to your dorm, yeah? we can replan a better date before class tomorrow."

failing to come up with a verbal response, you nod, and sunghoon grins as he bids you goodbye, turning to make his way out of the café. you continue to sit there for a few moments, processing everything that just took place between the multitude of attitude changes and confessions from both you and sunghoon.

you open your phone to see sunghoon's contact staring back at you, and you smile widely when you see he inputted his display name as "hoon" with a penguin and heart emoji next to it. stuffing your phone into your pocket, you decide to start collecting your belongings to head back to your dorm. right as you go to head out of the café, you notice that sunghoon left the notebook he brought with him sitting on the table. you pick it up and start making your way back to your dorm room, making the mental note to text him about it and return it during tomorrow's lecture.

you had noticed that the cover of the notebook had slightly opened as you grabbed it off of the table, and seeing sunghoon's name printed on the bottom of the first page caught your attention. it looked like a sign-off to some sort of note or letter, and your curiosity got the best of you as you open the notebook's cover to read what it said in full.

y/n, here's hoping you never have to read this, because i have no clue what i'm doing..

after reading that first sentence, you had to force yourself to wait until you got back to your dorm to read the rest of it. you instantly head to your bedroom once you return, and you rushedly pull out sunghoon's notebook again, your curiousity only growing as you were desperate to find out what sunghoon had written to—or about—you in this case. opening the cover to the notebook again, you sit down on your bed and start to read.

i feel like i can be my true self with you. i'm not scared of being mocked or judged like i am around virtually everyone else, and it just feels right. you make me feel right.

you start to smile at his wording, feeling various emotions flood in your chest. holding back your tears, you gasp at the next few lines he wrote.

just by being in class with you, everything makes sense. you barely have to move a finger to make me the happiest guy in the world, and i’m hoping that one day i’ll get the opportunity to return that happiness to you. i swear your smile shines brighter than the north star, and i want to witness it for as long as i have the chance to.

you feel your cheeks heat up as you blush deeply, and the last sentence causes you to tear up, suddenly getting emotional.

your personality is by far the most beautiful and captivating thing about you, and it’s what made me fall so hard. - park sunghoon

gently tossing his notebook in front of you after closing the cover again, you fail to fight back the tears as you begin to comprehend everything you've just read. grabbing your phone, you shoot sunghoon a brief text regarding his notebook, refusing to mention its contents as you wipe the tears covering your cheeks.

“oh shit…”

hanging out with sunghoon again, sunoo's head whips to look at him at his sudden exclamation. sunghoon's face fills with dread and nervousness as he responds to your text, and sunoo looks at him confused.

"what's wrong, hyung? did something happen?"

"y/n has my notebook."

sunoo's eyebrows furrow in confusion, not understanding where the issue lies as sunghoon cards his fingers through his hair, a stressed sigh leaving his lips.

"sun.. y/n has the notebook."

as soon as sunoo makes the connection as to what sunghoon was referring to, his eyes widen, covering his mouth with his hand as if to muffle his response—to no avail.

"OH MY GOD."

sunghoon groans, his head falling back against his pillow as he covers his face with his hands. worried about how he's handling it, sunoo moves to sit on the end of sunghoon's bed, gently resting his hand on the older's leg.

"god, what if they read it..? what if they hate me now? i'm gonna have no chance now.. fuck, man, i'm seriously screwed."

"woah, woah, woah.. pause. you're running to conclusions way too fast, dude."

sunghoon lifts his head up, looking at sunoo with an expression that exudes 'are you joking right now'. sunoo rolls his eyes, nudging sunghoon's legs to the side so he can fully sit on top of the bed. looking at sunghoon with that same intense and sympathetic look from the day before, he starts to speak.

"this is exactly what i meant when i said i wish you could see y/n from a third person point of view. they way they practically beam at you? they don't do that for anyone else i've ever seen. they even basically gave you a pet name. people don't just do that for someone unless they're genuinely interested in them. if anything, you've definitely still got a shot, if not a better shot now, at actually being with them."

sunghoon just blankly stares at sunoo for a moment, not sure sunoo's telling him the truth or just saying this to make him feel better. slowly, he nods, praying that the younger boy is onto something. he sighs quietly as he sits up, running his fingers through his hair again.

"let's hope you're right.. if i just royally fucked up, i'm done for.."

it's safe to say that when you and sunghoon saw each other in class the next day, you both were extremely tense, your reasonings being on the opposite sides of the same spectrum. sunghoon was stiff as a board as you handed him his notebook back, still petrified at the mental image of you reading the equivalent of his whole heart on a sheet of paper. you, on the other hand, were still processing the answers that said paper gave to you. his mannerisms and reactions when it came to you finally made sense.

the awkward "thanks.." sunghoon muttered out left you both cringing internally, hating the sudden atmosphere change between you. there was still some time before the lecture actually started, so the two of you decided to try and talk things out and settle the tenseness. sitting down, you and sunghoon turn your chairs to face each other, and you fight the urge to reach out and touch him.

"so.. the notebook..."

sunghoon was shocked to hear you mention it first, his worst fears beginning to manifest themselves inside his head. it feels like his heart leaps into his throat, and he looks at you with wide eyes.

"look, hoon, i read what you wrote."

oh no.

even though you called him by the nickname you gave him, the one that normally makes his heart race and his face flush, he can feel the beginnings of his heart starting to shatter. he dropped his gaze to his lap, holding back his emotions from rushing to the surface. you can sense sunghoon's distress, and you decide to gently rest your hand on top of his knee. you frown slightly when he flinches, looking up at you with glassy eyes. you slightly panic seeing his current state, gently squeezing his knee.

"wait, oh my god, sunghoon, hold on. please listen to me. i read what you wrote, and i can't even start to describe how happy it made me."

sunghoon isn’t fully sure how to respond. he was constantly dreading, waiting for the “i know about it” statement to stumble its way from your lips. however, the positive acknowledgement of his unintentional confession was the last thing he ever could have expected. looking caught like a deer in headlights, sunghoon responded with the only word his mouth seemed to remember how to say.

“what?”

you sigh softly and reach for one of his hands, which he’s fiddling with in his lap. as you intertwine your fingers, you can feel your heart practically beat out of your chest, but you try your hardest to ignore your emotions for just a moment. his eyes manage to widen even further until you gently squeeze his hand, letting him relax a bit.

"i know you didn't want me to see it, and i'm sorry i did. but please, don't be embarrassed or upset at yourself, okay?"

sunghoon was still seemingly confused at what you were trying to get at. he was so set on the idea that you were going to reject him to even possibly consider you reciprocating his feelings.

"what.. what do you mean?"

sunghoon watches you smile softly and starts to feel his worry start to completely fade away. there's something to your expression that looks different to how he's ever seen you. he notices an underlying look of love in your eyes, and sunghoon can feel the beginnings of his heart racing.

"i've liked you for a while, sunghoon. genuinely. i had wanted to talk to you for a while before i finally decided to do it, and god—i'm so glad i did. you're so incredibly kind, and just being in this class with you has given me a reason to look forward to tomorrows.

the way you're looking deep into sunghoon's eyes lets him confirm that you're telling him the truth, and the smile on your face begins to grow as you watch him start to smile back. sunghoon squeezes your hand lightly, and you have to hold yourself back from pulling him out of his chair and into a tight hug. with his thoughts starting to clear, sunghoon finaly gets to ask you the question that's been replaying in his head for the past few days.

"so, how about we redo that café date after class today? i'll get you your iced oat latte again, and we won't have to do any 'studying' this time."

sunghoon smiles as you nod, and your attention turns to the front of the room as the professor walks in. you both decide to keep holding hands under the table, and you respond in a hushed whisper right before the lecture begins.

"i'd love that, hoon~"

#enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen soft hours #enhypen scenarios #sunghoon drabbles #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon soft hours #sunghoon scenarios #SoundCloud

[cevansbrat0007]

For this: I have to say the family moments first, specially the funny ones bc they bring me a lot of comfort and hope (sometimes I dream about having a big family too, even if it's this chaotic ksksks). I'm always re-reading that drabble where poor Bibi enters the bedroom when they're doing the dirty (her being mad at Andy is just too much 😭😭😭); the whole "Cookie" saga; the dinner when they ask when they're gonna have boobs; the "daddy, don't be a hero" fic; Katrina coming out to Andy; the fic where all FOUR of them walk in the bathroom when Andy and reader are trying to have some alone time kskksks

But some things couple related too: their first date - love love that one! It's a fic I'm always going back to as their story progresses bc it's like looking back and realizing "fuck, they were meant to be from the beginning. Literally, she could've fled the city but there was no way they could've been apart." You created such an amazing world for them that I can't even imagine them not being together. 💗

I also love the fic where they're having a picnic and encounter that racist prick (the old man). I really loved how you displayed the situation in a very layered manner: like, that man really didn't think he was being a dick while still "praising" them both (veiled racism at its best), his wife didn't agree with him but well, she married him and probably at a young age so there's no way she doesn't know her husband 🤷‍♀️ From all the fics about racism you wrote, this is the one that I liked the most, it's very realistic ♡

I'm sorry it's taken me a couple days to respond to this, but I really appreciate your feedback. I'm so glad that you've fallen in love with Andy and Reader, as well as their little family. While I still have yet to feature RoRo in her own fic (it's coming), I've definitely tried to give each of the Barber kids their own individual personality. Sometimes cute and funny, other times ridiculous. And in KitCat's case (Daddy Lessons), serious.

My goal with Growing Pains has always been to tell the ultimate love story. Which, let's be honest, is a very ambitious endeavor. But I wanted to show just how committed Andy has always been to the Reader - even from their very first date. You're absolutely right in saying that she could have tried to flee the city after Merry-Go-Round Magic, but it wouldn't have worked. Because they were always meant to be together. And our Andrew Barber as we know him will never stop chasing his woman.

He is completely and utterly devoted to her. And she, him.

And as for your thoughts on the racist prick in Cool For The Summer, I really like how you unpacked the layers that I tried to weave in the fabric of that story. I wanted to demonstrate that Andy and Reader figured out how to be a team and fend off the bullshit (in all forms) pretty much from day one.

They're best friends, partners, and lovers. Forever.

Thank you again, my sweet, sweet friend for supporting my Growing Pains Series - as well as Andy and Reader's journey. I sincerely appreciate it. And you!

#cevansbrat0007 asks #story notes #cevansbrat0007growing pains series #memorable scenes #story feedback #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #andy and reader's epic love story

[blakeshaw-oracle]

Al/Finney/Robin/Max foursome where the adults are nervous of hurting their boys at first but in the end they all fuck harder than they ever have in their lives

So, we're just gonna pretend this hasn't been sitting in my inbox for months, right? Right.

Please accept my longer-than-normal drabble as an apology 🙏 (After-writing note: Yeah, I basically wrote an entire oneshot for this... Merry Chrysler!)

Anyway, another NSFT/W one besties! This one ft. our best boys, Max and Robin in the mix!!

The main couples are Al/Finney & Max/Robin but there is a Finney/Robin kiss and Shawcest is there if you use your imagination and context clues 👌✨

Word Count: 3,115

Minors stay back!! Don't make me grab the newspaper 🗞️👿

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They've talked about it before. Not at length, but living in the same house, so close to one another, it's hard not to notice... things...

Al and Max's rooms are right across the hall from each other. The house isn't the most amazing structure in the world, so the walls are pretty thin. It's hard not to notice. Not to hear.

Hell, Max can't even remember the last time that he couldn't hear his brother fucking Finney within an inch of his life from all the way in the living room. The man's headboard is so fucking loud as it bangs against the wall, and Finney isn't exactly the quietest moaner.

It was a little awkward at first, but since then he's been able to either tune it out or... Well...

He's a grown man, okay? He can't help how his body reacts to hearing them go at it like animals nearly every night. Besides, it's not like he isn't already going to hell. He himself is dating Finney's best friend Robin, and they fuck almost just as often. So what if he jacks off to the sounds of his brother and his brother’s boyfriend having sex sometimes?

God, he's fucked up.

Oh well.

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One morning, while both Finney and Robin are still asleep, Max makes his way into the kitchen and is greeted by the smell of freshly roasted coffee. Al is already sitting at the little dining table that barely fits all four of them with the morning paper, humming to himself. Max leisurely makes himself a cup and sits down across from his brother.

Al's hair is all disheveled and slightly tangled in some places. Not having anything better to do, Max just stares at it. At him. When did Al get so grey?

His brother must have noticed, because he asks, "What is it, Max?"

Shit. "Uh-- Nothing, Al. Sorry man."

Al, of course, doesn't buy this. It takes some coaxing, but Max eventually blurts out that his hair is just really messed up today. Luckily for him, Al only laughs, running his fingers through a few tangled strands.

"Ah, yeah. Finney sure does love to yank on it." He says it so casually, like he was just making a comment about the weather or something. Max knows that he and his brother are closer than most, but they rarely talk about their respective sex lives. It's a little strange. But hey, who is Max to really judge?

Soon enough, they both settle into a comfortable back-and-forth. What Al has planned for the week at the hardware store, which R-rated movies Max wants to take Robin to go see, and more of their usual banter. Then, not too long after, Al diverts the conversation.

"Hey, Max. Are you doing anything with Robin tonight? I wanted to ask 'ya something." The other man thinks for a minute and quickly lets his brother know that they were probably just gonna stay in. Nothing special, really.

"Perfect. Finney and I have been talking recently, and we wanted to know if you'd like to join us tonight? If you and Robin are both fine with it, that is."

"Uhh... What? Joi-Join you? Join what?"

Max knows what. He just doesn't want to agree or disagree without knowing if Al is just fucking with him. It's always hard to read his brother.

"Max. You know what," Al begins with a certain knowing lilt to his voice. The man sets down The Denver Post before taking a sip of his coffee, "Look, we know that you like to listen in sometimes. It's alright, we don't mind. I just thought maybe you and Robin would like to actually join us for once. I already talked it over with Finney, and he said he's fine with it."

Max is certain that he's completely dislodged his jaw at the rate that it flies open. "Uh... Al--"

Not paying him any more attention, Al gets up from where he's seated and begins to walk back to his room, coffee in hand. "Why don't you talk to Robin about it and let me know when I get back from work, yeah? I'll tell Finn you're thinking it over." Before Max can even respond, he's gone.

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That’s how Max ends up sat at the foot of his brother’s bed, wearing nothing but his color block patterned boxers. Robin is next to him, pawing at his cock and licking deviously at his neck. A smirk is no doubt painted on his lips.

Al and Finney sit at the head of the bed. It’s hard to see exactly what they’re doing, but Max can fill in the blanks fairly easily. The boy is already in his brother’s lap, both of their lower halves are naked. A perfect parallel to Robin and himself. Finney is rocking his hips and letting out the sluttiest little whines and whimpers Max thinks he’s ever heard.

He swiftly turns his attention to his own little boyfriend when Robin begins to all but yank his boxers down. Right, he needs to focus. Robin gets a little aggressive eager when Max doesn’t give him enough attention.

Max shifts around to allow the boy to pull his boxers the rest of the way down his legs, leaning down to give Robin a kiss for his effort. Once his boxers are fully off, Robin is quick to deepen the kiss, hungrily licking at Max's lips in a silent demand.

Max complies, of course, and opens his mouth for him. The man gently urges Robin to wrap his arms around his neck and then pulls the boy into his lap as well. Robin begins grinding his ass against Max's now bare cock almost immediately, his own boxers still in the way.

It doesn't take long for this to annoy the older of the two; Max slows Robin's grinding and drags the boy's underwear off as well. They part with matching gasps, their cheeks both flushed with exertion.

Max then spares another glance over at Al and Finney. Now, the boy is still in front of his brother, head bowed and panting loudly. Al's arm is moving so fast that Max is actually impressed that Finney hasn't cum yet, being as sensitive as he is.

Max looks back to Robin and brings his arms around the boy's hips that are notably much smaller than his own, hands resting right on the globes of his ass. He makes sure to give a good squeeze that he knows Robin likes and is rewarded with a sweet-sounding moan in his ear. God, Max loves it when Robin makes little noises like that for him.

Eventually, as they both admittedly get lost in each other, Max has worked Robin up to fitting 3 of his fingers in the boy’s hole. The man had made sure to use a little extra lube to allow a more comfortable glide. His small boyfriend is practically clinging to him, nose buried into the crook of Max's neck as he attempts to stifle his own moans.

The man teases him a bit by just barely grazing his middle finger over that little bundle of nerves inside that sends a full body shiver rushing over the boy. Max chuckles at the downright adorable mewl that Robin lets out; he's not supposed to sound so cute when they're doing shit like this.

Max has been occasionally checking in on Al and Finney the whole time. Over the past couple minutes, they've been slowly inching closer and closer without the boys noticing. Now, they're both comfortably fingering their respective lovers in the middle of Al's bed. Getting to hear both Robin and Finney like this surely is a gift, Max thinks to himself. It's even better now that he gets to see them both, too.

He and Al share a glance, confirming that they're ready. Max slows his fingers until he's reached a snail's pace, getting a disgruntled groan from Robin in return. He only shushes the boy as he pulls his fingers all the way out. Next, he pulls Robin out from where he's hiding against his chest and lays the boy down in front of him.

As Max glances over to his brother again, both he and Finney are now completely naked and in a similar position. Finney is laying down against the sheets, and Al is hovering over his small body, leaning down for a rather passionate kiss. Max follows Al's lead and does the same with Robin, pressing the boy down into the mattress with one hand, the other coming up to tangle in his long hair as he dives in for yet another kiss.

The brothers practically move in sync as they slowly creep in between their boyfriends' legs, making room for themselves. Max draws back from the kiss and immediately latches onto Robin's thin neck, sucking harsh bruises into his tan skin. It’s only fair. At the same time, he lines himself up and slowly inches his way into Robin's tight heat.

He's sure to be gentle and take his time. He knows Robin can take it, he's done so many times before, Max just doesn't want to rush this. Not yet. They haven't even gotten to the good part.

Deep in the heat of the moment, his previous feelings of anxiousness about the whole ordeal have all but evaporated. His entire focus is now on Robin and making him feel good. In the back of his mind, he knows that Al is only doing the same for Finney. Being together in the same room, on the same bed, just adds to that.

After all, they never could keep their boys apart for very long. If they took the time to think about it, something like this happening was inevitable.

With a low groan, Max pulls away from Robin’s neck. He takes a moment to admire the dark splotches now decorating the side of his boyfriend’s throat. It sends a thrum of satisfaction flowing through his entire body, knowing that anyone who sees them will know that Robin belongs to him. He’s Max’s pretty boy.

Once again taking note of his brother’s movements in front of him, Max lifts Robin slightly between thrusts to scoot even further towards the center of the bed. He can hear the gravely sounds Al is letting out a lot clearer now. Finney really does like pulling on his hair, huh?

Without much warning, Al is suddenly flipping Finney over. The boy is startled for only a moment before he quickly steadies himself, clambering onto his hands and knees. The older man above him wastes no time in leaning over and pressing him into the bed, forcing his back to arch lewdly. Finney seems to be enjoying it anyway, what with the pathetic warbly mewls he’s easily letting out now. Max’s brother is no doubt aiming for his prostate on every thrust. That’s just the kind of lover he was.

Following Al’s lead as always, Max carefully flips Robin onto his hands and knees as well. He immediately grabs at the boy’s hips, canting them upwards, and picking back up on his thrusting. He decides not to give Robin much time to catch his breath, knowing the boy likes it that way.

“Hah— Shit,” Max lets out. If he’s not careful, he’ll cum a lot sooner than he was hoping.

With the way Robin’s hole is constantly contracting and squeezing his dick, it’s hard to keep his composure. He needs to calm down though, lest their plan be spoiled for the night. Max slows his hips for only a few moments before picking up the pace once more. He does this for a while in an attempt to hold on a bit longer.

Max isn’t exactly expecting what comes out of his brother’s mouth next.

“Look at them, Max. Our good boys,” Al says in between occasional panting. He lifts one of his hands that was previously gripping Finney’s neck and gestures to the two teenagers between them.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” He’s clearly aiming at something here.

Max nods before looking up at his brother’s face for the first time tonight. Up until now, he’s just been giving quick glances, never letting himself take in the full view of his brother like this.

Al’s face is ruddy from exertion, and his long, sandy hair is clumped into strands where it sticks to his skin. His chest and arms are glistening with sweat, and his pupils are blown wide as if he’s just taken the best drugs of his life. His chest and arms are glistening with sweat and his pupils are blown wide as if he’s just taken the best drugs of his life. Glancing down at the state of Finney, Max thinks to himself that maybe his brother has.

“Yeah, Al. They’re so fuckin’ cute, huh?” Is the answer he gives. He takes a few deep breaths as he continues his assault on Robin’s insides. He looks back down to see the boy shoving his face into the mattress and gripping hard at the sheets. So beautiful.

“They’d be even cuter together.” Al pointedly comments, nodding over to his brother. “What do you think, Max?”

It admittedly takes Max a second to pick up what Al is putting down. When it all clicks inside his brain, however, Max gives Al a smile and leans back over Robin.

“Hey, baby. Your pal Finney’s lookin’ real lonely over there, don’t ya think?” Max stage whispers into Robin’s ear, moving his long hair out of the way. He waits for Robin to look up and over at his best friend with hazy eyes.

“Why don’t you two hold hands, hm? Then you won’t have to be so lonely anymore.” Al adds, running his hands down Finney’s back, raking his nails across the boy’s milky skin as he does.

They both only get two sluggish nods. It’s all the confirmation that they need, though.

Within seconds, the boys are only inches apart, placed face-to-face by their respective Shaw brother. Taking their cue, they both shakily grab for each other’s hands, locking their fingers together.

Max can see that Finney’s eyes are filled with tears from overstimulation, but even so, he gives his friend a watery smile. He can only imagine Robin is looking much the same.

The man looks back up at his brother and gives a firm nod before continuing.

Just then, both men double down on their efforts. They begin thrusting into their boyfriends with a relentless pace. It shakes the whole bed; Max’s brain barely registers the sound of Al’s headboard slamming into the wall behind him. Good thing their neighbors are away for the week.

Robin and Finney are forced impossibly closer by the harsh thrusts, their heads bobbing back and forth without their permission. Little do they know, that’s exactly what the men want to happen.

By the sounds they’re all letting out, Max can tell none of them are going to last much longer.

Just then, on a particularly harsh thrust from Al, Finney jolts forward and ends up bumping his face into Robin’s. The poor boys are so fucked out that neither of them can move their heads to avoid the collision.

It doesn’t seem to hurt them, since the next time Max looks down at the pair, their lips are locked in a sloppy kiss. Absolutely adorable, just as Al said it would be.

“Fuck— Good boys. You’re both so good.” His mouth moves faster than his brain as he says it. Luckily, it’s well received. The boys begin moaning loudly into each other’s mouths upon hearing him.

God damn it, he’s not gonna last.

Shit, shit—

With a final few thrusts and a deep grunt, Max lets go and cums deep inside Robin. He’s been holding back for most of the day. Ever since he’d talked with the boy after Al went to work and they’d agreed to join the two for the night. It feels like hours before his orgasm calms; it just felt that good.

The movement this causes jostles the boys enough to force their lips to part with a wet smack. Their gasps of surprise echo in the bedroom along with the sound of skin smacking against skin. Max is mostly focused on his boyfriend at the moment, however.

Poor Robin. Even with all the rough treatment, he still hasn’t cum. Not to worry; Max is nothing if not an attentive partner. He gives a few more angled thrusts, aiming for that special bundle of nerves his boyfriend loves so much. Max is sure to also reach a hand around Robin’s tiny waist to grip his little weeping cock and give it a few purposeful strokes to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Within seconds, Robin is obeying his silent command and cumming all over the sheets below him. The boy squeezes his friend’s hands harshly as he does. Neither seem to mind or even notice.

“That’s it, babe. Good boy.” Max compliments earnestly. After all, he deserved it.

Coupled with the steady rubbing of the man’s large hands against his bare back, Robin comes down from his high easily. Times like these are when Max’s presence and calming nature are appreciated the most by his boyfriend.

Checking in on Al and Finney, Max notes that they’re both in much the same position. Finney is practically crumpled under himself with Al above him petting his hair and whispering into his ear.

Both of their little lovers are clearly down for the count. They’ve both since let go of each other’s hands and slumped down onto the bed.

“Hey, Al.” Max calls to his brother softly.

When he gets his attention, Max tilts his head to the side to signal that it’s time.

Al seems to agree and begins to gather Finney into his arms without saying a word. Max does the same, carefully getting his arms under Robin’s back and knees before lifting him slightly off of the bed.

Both men position their boys to lay next to each other in the center of the bed, heads on the two pillows at their disposal. They then slowly settle behind their respective boys, cuddling them from behind. It’s a little snug, but they’ve all been in smaller spaces before.

Looking over Robin’s shoulder, Max sees that Finney is knocked out, and Robin is no doubt asleep too. So adorable.

After getting a bit more comfortable, Max chuckles sleepily to no one and turns his gaze to Albert.

“We’re all gonna need showers after this.”

He doesn’t hear his brother’s response before he swiftly drifts off to sleep himself.

- εϊз

#Ask Response #Thanks for the Ask bestie #NSFT/W #Crazed Ramblings #Long Post #The Shaw Household #Blakeshaw #Alfinn #Magicspace #Maxbin #Romax #Finney & Robin kiss in this #Shawcest #AlMax #(If you squint) #Mostly Max's POV #I don't know why #It just happened like that lmao #Proship #Profic

[xjoonchildx]

listen, I'm too drunk and tired for this, it's 5am where i am and I have class in 3.5 hours and I have no idea how I'm going to get up but I needed to get this update to you-

crushboy knows I like him, he said he's been getting those "vibes" from me all semester, he doesn't like me back but he cherishes me as a friend. Plus he scolded me because i was crying over him, because apparently i "deserve better"??? I was literally crying on his knee though, I think he just wanted me to stop crying, but then he said I deserve better and I started crying again lol

and then we had a cuddle pile on my friend's bed, but we're drunk so it doesn't mean anything. Lmaooooo I'll see what our dynamic is once we're sober

I know you said i have better things coming, and that's what my friends and crushboy told me too, but it doesn't feel that way. But it also doesn't hurt as much as i thought it would

so I'm not okay, but I think I will be. Sometime in the future.

thank you so much for reading my rambling 😭😭😭😭

- crushed anon

crushed anon i hope you have slept off this hangover by now.

it happens to the best of us 😭😭😭

the thing about something that sucks is that when you are in it, you can't see past it. right now this thing with crushboy is too fresh and too real and it's going to take some time for you to be able to see it for what it really is.

and it's not about crushboy being a terrible person or deserving to have a 50 lb iron dropped on his foot or an entire load of his white laundry turned pink by a single red sock (though if any of those things do happen well that's life my man, sucks to be you) but it's just about crushboy not being the hero in your story.

maybe you thought he was and maybe you tried to write him in and maybe you had to trash the whole doc because you realized it's not working. also maybe this has happened to me 🤣

so it's going to take a minute to move past crushboy as the main character. not saying he's not part of your story, but he's not the hero for damned sure. the good news is that whoever is coming down the pike is gonna be 4K and crushboy is gonna be 780p 🤣

merry christmas from me and @icklemissmayhem who are both rooting for you:

#anagrams 💕 #crushed anon

[live-laugh-loverpool]

Hey, can you make some fanfic between Fabinho and Bobby? I miss them playing together.

Maybe a fanfic with them reuniting after the second game against Wolves. As far as I know, Bobby doesn't watch the games Virgil does.

Maybe something with emotion and lots of hugs. I miss my Brazilians

Hey, @rubybecker-rb2! I started with that idea, but then (as usual) I got carried away. This is a long one, and you might want to bring out Google Translate 😉 Don't worry, it's still got the feels

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279, @rist-mlts

Song: "We Are The Champions" by Freddie Mercury/Queen

The Three Brazilians’ Night Out

Firmino really missed seeing his teammates happy. It wasn’t like they were never happy—they were still pretty cheerful most of the time—but it was a period of turmoil for all Liverpudlians and things were generally taking a downturn.

Due to a stubborn calf injury, Firmino hadn’t played with his Brazilian teammates since the World Cup break. It was driving him crazy to just sit idly by while his teammates gave their all on the pitch.

Firmino was very observant, and he’d noticed that some of his teammates were struggling with their mental health. Fabinho…well, even Firmino couldn’t find the right words to describe Fabinho.

The midfielder didn’t seem to show any emotion at all besides happiness. Firmino knew that Fabinho was disappointed at his drop in form—so why didn’t he show it? Even an eighteen year old was playing better than Fabinho now.

And Alisson had grown so unpredictable. The keeper, who was normally shy and friendly, now alternated between lashing out at people and refusing to speak. Firmino hardly recognized his friends’ behavior anymore. It was like they’d been possessed by completely different people.

They needed to relax, Firmino decided. They needed to go out and have fun, just like they’d always done. They needed to take their minds off football.

That was why after the 0-0 draw vs. Chelsea, Firmino did something he never thought he’d do.

*

“Kostas!” Firmino sprinted through the halls, desperately trying to catch up with Tsimikas. “I need your help.”

Tsimikas spun on his heel, surprise crossing his regular chill expression. “What’s up, man?”

“More like what’s down. Ali and Fabi are so down. So am I. What I mean to say is…” Firmino drew a deep breath, allowing himself to think about his question before he regretted it. “Is your nightclub open tonight?”

Tsimikas’ face lit up as if Firmino had announced he found the Holy Grail. “Hell yeah, it is! We’re even gonna have some special performers tonight. Why’d you ask?”

“Me and meus companheiros are stressed out,” Firmino explained. “It’s so obvious that even you’ve noticed, Kostas. Ali never yelled at us before and look at what happened vs. Brentford. Fabi’s like a robot, always trying to be cheerful for everybody else’s sake but I can see he’s hurting. We need to relax.”

Tsimikas frowned in thought, and for a while Firmino feared that the Greek was going to say no. Tsimikas tended to leap before he looked, but everybody on the team was quite aware that Alisson was one of their best players right now and so he couldn’t risk doing anything that would jeopardize his availability. Firmino was healing from an injury and Fabinho was already in bad form, so Klopp would be rather annoyed if any of them showed up drunk—or worse. Firmino wasn’t sure about his best friends’ drinking habits, but he guessed that they weren’t too bad since he’d never seen them drunk.

“Okay.”

The Brazilian beamed, squeezing Tsimikas in a tight bear hug. “Oh, thank you Kostas!”

“Kanéna próvlima, fíle,” said Tsimikas in Greek, extracting himself from Firmino's grasp. “We open at seven tonight. Just don’t get too drunk—--the boss will kill you. I speak from experience.”

Firmino smirked. Henderson had told all of them about the time Klopp and the coaching staff had first discovered Tsimikas’ “secret” nightclub. “I won’t.”

*

Firmino waltzed into the garden, whistling a merry tune. He frowned slightly upon seeing Alisson staring into space on a swing, while Fabinho listlessly hung upside down from a tree, but brightened up upon remembering what he’d come for.

“Get dressed, manos!” Firmino sang out, tossing brochures at the two. “We’re hanging out tonight, no objections!”

Fabinho snapped out of his dull demeanor as soon as he realized Firmino was there, flashing a thumbs-up at his compatriot. “I’m already hanging—from this tree!”

Fabinho’s weak attempt at a joke didn’t amuse Firmino in the slightest. “Come on, Fabi. That joke is older than the pyramids. Admit it—you feel just as rotten as Ali and I do.”

Fabinho sighed, righting himself and sitting on the branch. “It’s just that…it can get so gloomy around here, you know? I feel like I need to cheer us up.”

“I couldn’t agree more with the gloomy part, Fabi.” Alisson finally seemed to realize what was going on around him, but he still seemed absentminded. “But you don't have to do that if you don't feel like it. It's not your job to make us feel better.”

“Then whose job is it?” Fabinho leant against the tree trunk. Every inch of him screamed exasperation. “I’m playing like crap, Bobby’s injured and we keep having bad results no matter how well you play.”

“I could play better.”

“Ali, for the fifty-first time: that’s not your fault.”

Alisson shook his head, jumping off the swing and climbing the tree. “Don’t say that about yourself, Fabi. That’s really harsh.”

“An eighteen year old is playing better than I am.”

“Bro, you’re being too harsh on yourself. Both of you are.” Firmino decided to intervene, climbing up on the same branch as Alisson and Fabinho. “I think we all need to relax. That’s why we’re going to Kostas’ nightclub tonight.”

Alisson nearly fell off the branch when he heard the word nightclub. “Você é louco, Roberto? The boss will kill us.”

“Not if we stay away from the alcohol and get back before it’s too late,” Firmino argued. “The boss won’t prevent us from having a little fun.”

Fabinho stroked his beard in thought, a mischievous smirk crossing his features. “I guess it can’t be too bad.”

“I still think it’s a bad idea,” said the goalkeeper. Firmino internally groaned—Alisson could be rather stubborn sometimes.

“Kostas owns the nightclub, Ali. It’s not like he’s going to drug our drinks or something.” Fabinho turned towards Firmino, grinning from ear to ear. “Let’s go. When’s it open?”

Firmino pointed to the brochure. “Seven. Come on, Ali, it won’t be so bad! It’s not like there’s going to be strippers or anything. Kostas is a little unhinged but he wouldn’t do that.”

Alisson thought about it for a while before nodding. “Alright, let’s go. It’s been too long since I hung out with you guys,” he announced, pulling the other two into a hug.

Firmino hugged them back, then began the process of climbing down the tree. “Get dressed. We leave at six!”

*

Finding the nightclub was harder than any of them had thought it would be. For somebody who couldn’t keep a secret from the others if his life depended on it, Tsimikas had concealed his nightclub well. Thankfully the Greek had given them instructions, but they were just as cryptic as the location.

“Are you sure this is it?” Fabinho asked, staring at the building they’d just parked in front of. The white letters on the front said LAUNDROMAT, and stuck all over its windows were so many detergent ads one couldn’t see inside the building.

Firmino shrugged, stepping out of the car. “Well, Kostas wouldn’t lead us to a laundromat for a night out. So this must be it.”

Alisson exited the car, freezing once his feet hit the floor. “Um, guys?”

“What’s wrong?” Fabinho was still in the car with the door closed. “Don’t tell me you ran into a scorpion.”

Alisson shook his head, pointing towards the ground. “I don’t think a laundromat should have sand all over its parking lot.”

Firmino looked down at his feet, and then around them. Indeed, the whole parking was covered in sand and dirt instead of standard pavement. “Maybe Kostas wanted a beach effect?”

Fabinho cautiously stepped out from the car, gingerly crossing the lot. “It better be for a good reason. I just bought these Michael Kors and I didn’t plan on getting them all sandy.”

Firmino struggled to hold back his laughter when he saw how Fabinho had tied plastic bags around his shoes. “I thought we agreed on casual wear, Fabi, not dress shoes!”

Fabinho ignored Firmino, relaxing once he got to the sidewalk. “So what? It’s my wardrobe. If I can stand in them, they’re casual wear.”

“Let’s go in and see what it’s like.” Alisson was already at the door. “I’ll go in first.”

“Nuh-uh!” Fabinho leapt in front of Alisson, shielding him from the still-closed door. “Remember what we talked about, abraçador: we need to protect you.”

“I’m older than you, Fabi,” Alisson argued, stepping out from behind Fabinho. “If anybody needs protection, it’s you.”

Fabinho rolled his eyes, facing Alisson but still blocking the door. “If anything, you’re the baby brother of all of us Brazilians.”

“As usual,” Alisson sighed. He nudged Fabinho aside, gripping the doorknob and preparing to turn it. “I’m still the baby brother even when I happen to be one year and twenty-one days older than you.”

“Muriel’s five years older than you.”

“Technically, he’s not five years older than me.”

“How correct—he’s five years and eight months older than you!”

“That’s five years and SEVEN months!!!”

“Rapazes!” Firmino pushed his way between them before the fighting got out of hand. “I thought we were supposed to be relaxing. Now we’re picking fights before we’ve even entered the nightclub.”

Firmino turned to Alisson, prying his hand off the doorknob. “And what got into you, Ali? You’ve never been one to argue this much. Now it’s like I’m hanging out with a different person. Você não é um lutador, você é um carinhoso. Where’s my abraçador?”

“Desculpe,” Alisson mumbled under his breath. Even though Firmino was four inches shorter than the keeper, it seemed like Alisson had shrunk. “I don’t know what got into me. I’ve never been so…”

“On the edge?” Fabinho offered. “I agree.”

Firmino rolled his eyes in annoyance, swatting at Fabinho. “Not helping, flaco. You’ve been stressed out, and this is how you’re coping with it. It’s not healthy but it’s understandable, and it’ll change in time. So what do you say, manos?” He gestured towards the door, which was still unopened. “Do you still want to go in?”

Fabinho and Alisson exchanged a glance, then they both nodded. “Yes.”

*

Firmino opened the door, gesturing for the other two to come in. Fabinho tried to hip-check Firmino into the nightclub and nearly fell to the ground, and Alisson ended up carrying Firmino in because he was laughing so hard.

They reached the main room and paused to inspect their surroundings. While the outside of the nightclub looked like a laundromat, the inside was full-blown nightclub. There was a large stage on one side of the room, and the remaining space mainly consisted of the dance floor minus a few tables and chairs grouped on the side. A few people wandered around the place—and the Brazilians recognized them immediately.

“That’s Mesut from Arsenal!” Firmino could identify the Turkish midfielder from anywhere with those eyes of his. “And Leandro, and Sergio Reguilon, and…is that Arthur?”

“So that’s what he does all the time!” Fabinho spotted somebody familiar on the stage, setting up a microphone. “Look, there’s Kostas.”

“Kos-ty!” Firmino called in a sing-song voice, approaching the stage. “Come on down, bro!”

“You’re here!” Tsimikas took the steps three by three, sprinting over to the group. “What do you think of the nightclub? Pretty slick, huh?”

“I have to admit, it’s impressive.” Alisson gestured towards the other players in the building. “You even brought other players here so we can avoid the press.”

“And they say I’m light on intelligence!” Tsimikas extended a tray towards the three. The tray held many tiny glasses filled with an unknown drink. “Try these. They’re from the kitchen.”

“Who’s head of the kitchen?” Firmino asked, stepping in front of his compatriots. He didn’t think Tsimikas would give them anything harmful, but as the oldest of the three he felt personally responsible for ensuring nothing went wrong.

“Relax, man.” Tsimikas seemed to pick up on Firmino’s concerns, holding up one of the shot glasses. “It isn’t whisky or anything, it’s just a new pina colada recipe. Thiago made it.”

“Hold up, Thiago’s here too? How many people are there?”

“Me, Thiago, Leandro, Arthur, Mesut and Sergio run the place,” Tsimikas explained. “I do the DJ work, but we don’t have regular performers. Sometimes people from the crowd come on stage for stand-up comedy. We also bring in special performers, like tonight—”

Tsimikas was cut off by a bright yet standard ringtone. Pulling his cellphone out of his jean pocket, he briefly apologized to his teammates and pressed the device to his ear.

“Hello? Yes, this is him. What about it? WHAT?! You’ve got to be kidding me, can’t you do anything about it? Well…okay. Thanks for trying.” He hung up with a shout of frustration, slamming his phone onto a table. “Anáthema!”

Firmino approached Tsimikas, placing a hand on his shoulder. “What’s the matter?”

“The performers’ plane got canceled.” Tsimikas groaned, tossing his hands into the air. “The patrons will be here soon, and it’s too late to hire any other entertainment!”

“I was really looking forward to that,” said Alisson, much to Firmino’s surprise. Alisson hadn’t seemed to really be excited about the nightclub, instead focusing on spending quality time with his teammates. “What was the performance going to be?”

Tsimikas dug out a brochure, smoothing out a million wrinkles from the pages and spreading it out on a table. Firmino recognized it as the same brochure Tsimikas had given him before.

“It’s a Brazilian group, Os Três Brasileiros,” Tsimikas explained. “They mainly perform pop songs, but they were going to do arena rock for the first time tonight.”

Fabinho raised an eyebrow, inspecting the brochure. “You know what that translates to, guys?”

Tsimikas nodded. “Well, duh. It translates to ‘The Three Brazilians’. But I’m not sure what you mean by that.”

“Wait a minute.” Firmino slowly caught on to Fabinho’s idea, gripping the table. “We’re three Brazilians, Kostas!”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Alisson’s eyes widened as he stepped away from the table. “We’re going to sing rock, on stage? I’m not so sure…”

“Come on, man!” Tsimikas cajoled him, slinging an arm around Alisson’s shoulders. “It’s not a hard song, and we’ve got half an hour until the patrons come. They won’t throw fruit or anything, I promise.”

“Well…okay,” Alisson agreed. “But I’m not going to get into any crazy getups.”

Firmino held on to the table so he wouldn’t run towards the stage already. He could hardly wait for the patrons to come so the three could sing together. The last time he, Fabinho and Alisson had sang together was after they’d won the Premier League, and that was nearly three years ago. It had been far too long since they’d performed together.

Even if Tsimikas’ nightclub wasn’t where Firmino expected their next trio appearance to be.

*

“Patrons of the club!” Tsimikas shouted into the microphone half an hour later. His hair, usually styled into his now-famous man bun, stuck upwards in a tall, bright blue mohawk. “It is my honor to present to you tonight’s performance, at DA CLUB!”

“Are you sure we can do this, Bobby?” Fabinho asked Firmino for the fifth time.

Firmino had been especially worried about Fabinho when they agreed to perform. It wasn’t that Fabinho was a bad singer—quite the contrary, actually—but the midfielder was often so shy that he had problems giving interviews, much more performing in front of an audience. Alisson was almost as shy when it came to performing, leaving Firmino to worry about both of them.

“Of course we can do it,” Firmino reassured Fabinho. “It’s a judgment-free zone.”

“But it’s at a nightclub.”

“And it’s Kostas’ nightclub, so it’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know how unhinged Kostas can get.”

“He wouldn’t humiliate us.” Firmino stopped twirling the leather fringe on his jacket, gazing at Fabinho with what could only be classified as attempted serenity. “You’re a great singer Fabi, and you entertain people all the time with your skills. This is just another one of them.”

Fabinho stood from the bench he had been perched on, wrapping the shorter man in an embrace. “Gracas.”

Firmino reciprocated the hug, burying his head into Fabinho’s chest. “De nada, flaco.” 

They remained like that for a while, Tsimikas’ droning on in the background. Even the Greek’s loud announcer voice did nothing to break them up.

“Manos!” Alisson shouted over the music, pulling the pair back into reality. “It’s time for our act!”

Fabinho and Firmino reluctantly pulled apart, brushing themselves off. They linked hands with Alisson, stepping onto the stage as soon as the music started.

“Veja!” Fabinho whispered to his compatriots, pointing towards the crowd. “All of Leeds is there, and I see some Arsenal players there, too!”

“Focus on the music, Fabi,” said Firmino, gripping his friend’s hand tighter. “Focus on the music.”

Fabinho nodded. He closed his eyes as he began to sing.

I've paid my dues, time after time

I've done my sentence, but committed no crime

Alisson joined in. Firmino spotted him squeezing Fabinho’s hand in encouragement.

And bad mistakes, I've made a few

I've had my share of sand kicked in my face

But I've come through

And we mean to go on and on and on and on

It was time for the chorus. Firmino momentarily froze, as he hadn’t heard the song much before. Before he could panic though, Alisson and Fabinho joined in on what would have been his solo lines.

We are the champions, my friends

And we'll keep on fighting till the end

We are the champions, we are the champions

No time for losers

'Cause we are the champions of the World

The audience cheered, even though the song was only halfway. Jesse Marsch, one of Klopp’s best friends, flashed the three a thumbs up. Firmino grinned broadly, waving at the Leeds manager. He would have a good chat with him—but first Os Três Brasileiros II had a song to finish.

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Words of love

Manic Panic- When I first found out I got you as my Secret Santa I was super stoked! I have fallen in love with your work time and time again as this past year has gone on through your drabbles, banter, and even our DND sessions. I am not always attentive and honestly, I have ADHD so bad that I'm not sure which browser in my head is running, how many, or where the music is coming from, but you never hesitate to welcome me into the fold and shenanigans that the Bat Fam is getting into. I value your friendship and I love how you encourage everyone's muse around you. You are such a bright light wrapped up into a Dark Knight here to save everyone from their writer's block and bullshit. I'm not the only one who feels this way and on down you will see the others that have reached out to add to my little love fest here! Happy Holidays Bat Dad. We love you and your brooding face!

J. -

God, I'm so not good at this mushy gushy stuff, BUT! It's Christmas, and part of a present, soooo…

I know I've told you time and time again how happy I am that we stumbled across each other, how grateful I am to have you as a writing partner and friend, and how incredible your writing is, but here I am, telling you one more time. (And I'll probably still tell you like a bajillion times more.) What you do? It's special. You really do have this innate ability to encapsulate Bruce's character— you give him life, and you bring a uniqueness to him through your words that cannot be replicated. And I think that comes from your own experiences on the other side of the screen. You're such a talent, and it doesn't hurt that you're so kind. And funny! That's always a win in my book.

Anyway, I don't want this to turn into a long, rambling tangent about how great you are, which it very well could, so let me just say that I adore you, I hope that you have an amazing Christmas, and I look forward to cooking up more stories with you.

Love, -J.

BOY WONDER - OKAY SO. I'M NOT SURE HOW I'M GONNA SUM UP HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU IN ONE PARAGRAPH, BUT WE'RE GONNA TRY. You are so special to me literally my best friend, the person who can make me laugh when I'm raging or wanna cry, and the one I know I can always count on to be in my corner no matter what. You're literally so talented like… sometimes I'm legit baffled by the beauty that is your writing. And now I'm not exaggerating No matter what character you're writing, whether it be a canon or oc you put every bit of that talent into them, and you dive in deep, getting to know them and expanding and it's just sdfjklsdf AWESOME okay. I love it. And I love every single connection we've ever made. Part of why I try to drag your ass around with me wherever I go but seriously. You do so much, not just for me but for everyone you come into contact with. You're generous and always quick to uplift and encourage people. And I for one would be completely lost without you. I'm pretty sure this is for your SS gift so MERRY CHRISTMAS and I love you and I can't wait to see your reaction to reading how much other people love you as well. xoxox GUNFIGHT - Bruce. Old Man. Your creativity is off the charts my guy. Reading your stuff is always an absolutely amazing experience no matter what character it is from. Your drabbles, to poetry, to replies, the writing always flows in a way no one else can match. Though some may try. But also your edits are cool af and bantering once in a blue moon is always fun. MEOWY CATMAS - Waynetech is one of the most supportive people I’ve met in this site, always encouraging others and sharing their work. He goes out of his way to make everyone feel welcome and included and he’s even nice to people who write the same character he does. This community could use more people like him.

BELIEVES IN LOVE - What can I say about Wayne Tech? They're a beautiful writer that captures Bruce so fantastically. They truly build a world and suck you right into it making you feel every last emotion and allowing for you to see the scene so well it's like you're watching a movie. They are also such a lovely friend and I'm so grateful that I've met them.

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Not this time.

#lotr #lotredit #the lord of the rings #frodo baggins #peregrin took #aragorn #gollum #my gifs #i made this bc every time pippin in rotk asks merry 'you're coming with me right?' #my best friend and i think merry's gonna say not this time and he DOESN'T lmao

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something you should know | l. juyeon

🖤 pairing: bff!juyeon x fem!reader 🖤 wc: 1'887 words 🖤 synopsis: juyeon comes home crying, but it doesn't end up in the way you thought it would. 🖤 genre: angstish at first, then fluff 🖤 tw: a big one; badly written 🖤 a/n: hi pals! merry Christmas to the ones who are celebrating it, i hope you're having a great time with your loved ones! <33 i really tried my best to write something to keep the account alive because i don't want it to go to waste, I'm still so attached to it... i hope you're gonna like it despite my absence, i can't promise you that I'll be back on here soon! I'm still pretty exhausted and unmotivated, but I'll still come to say something for the new year, don't worry!! love y'all, take care <3

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The door gently slams shut, and you close the book you had in your hands before placing it down on the coffee table, head resting on the armrest as you stretched your toes to try and reach the other end. You groaned and let out a heavy breath when your best friend appeared in the doorframe, a weary, sad look painted on his face.

"Hi, Ju," you whispered after stifling a yawn more quickly than you had intended to as you noticed that something was wrong. "'Sup," his voice was joyless, and it made you frown.

This was unusual...

He drops his bag in the corridor before entering the living room, pushing the coffee table forward and plopping on the floor, head at the same level as your stomach. You retracted your legs and hummed, trying to lure him to get on the couch instead, but he refused.

Your heart skips a beat in worry as he throws his head back in a sigh heavy with emotions, craning his neck to try and find a surface to rest on. You shifted, and he lets out a light hum of satisfaction as the back of his head rests against your side.

"Is everything okay?" you whisper, and you're met with silence, noticing that your best friend's eyes were closed, his jaw tightening at your question. "Not really," his deep voice eventually echoed in the room as it was filled with distress, making you sit up and slide down on the floor next to him, your back against the couch. His mouth twitched in a very brief smile as your knees touched, his Adam apple going up and down as he was trying not to let any emotion show on his face.

You give him a gentle, reassuring smile, shifting to the side to press your hand on his shoulder, "you can tell me anything if you need it. You know I'm here for you," you mumbled, and he nodded, jaws jolting as he desperately tries to remain stoic.

Juyeon deeply breathes in and clears his throat, wiping his clammy palms on the fabric of his black Adidas sweats. He looks to the side opposite yours, clearly avoiding your eyes to hide his pursed, quivering lips, knowing that it would worry you even more. And that's something that he didn't want to see. At least, not now.

"Can-" his voice broke, and he swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath in, "sorry, can you give me a hug? No, one of your head massages, please? I think I really need one right now, they're so relaxing," his voice was above a whisper, and you immediately agreed, your hand not leaving his shoulder as you crawl back on the couch, Juyeon's back resting in between your legs. "Sit a bit lower- there you go, perfect. Are you comfortable?" you asked, and he hummed, the side of his head resting against your inner thigh. He sighs in relief as you work your fingers through his hair, wrapping his arm around your calf, finding solace in this form of physical touch.

You had scraped him off the ground after he came back to your shared apartment, unconsolable and face drenched with tears as he had just gotten into a fight with his parents over his choice of career. They wanted him to become a lawyer or something that 'paid well', arguing that he could keep dancing as a hobby. But Juyeon didn't want that. He wanted to keep dancing in the streets till he got recognised and scouted by a company.

And that's exactly what happened, and now he was a famous dancer in your town, attending worldwide-recognised competitions, earning a good amount of cash prize at each victory. And after that fight, you had consoled him, held him tight in your arms till he fell asleep, your hands working in his hair as you tenderly massaged his scalp. Since then, whenever he was feeling lethargic or depressed, he always asked for your head massages, helping him go to sleep and forget about his sorrow.

You stayed in silence for a few minutes, your hand still working in his hair as you feel him grow heavier against your leg. It was working like magic, he felt more relaxed, but he couldn't prevent the tears from escaping from his eyes, out of pure exhaustion. A frown appeared on your face as scattered wet patches grew on the bottom part of the right leg of your sweatpants, hand falling on his shoulder to shake him.

"Ju? Why are you crying?" you mumbled, and he just weakly shrugged with a big sigh, mentally cursing himself for not wiping them sooner. He crouched up and plopped himself down next to you, his head falling on your lap.

Pushing some jet-black strands of hair away from his eyes, you loved the intimacy that you were currently sharing, yet you hated the sight of your best friend's eyes turning glossy with tears and staring into the void as you tried to make him speak up and get his problems off his chest. He closed his eyes as you started stroking his scalp again, your fingers hitting all the tensed nerves that were making him act this type of way.

Soon enough, his eyes fluttered close, and his breathing pattern became more regular, happy that he was relieved from a part of his suffering now that he was asleep. In his slumber, Juyeon turned to the side to face your stomach, his arms wrapping around your middle as he sighed in content when his subconscious self felt your hand linger in his dark locks, playing with the spikey hair of his light undercut.

You observed your best friend with a comforting smile painted on your face as if you wanted it to be the first thing he'd see when he'd open his eyes. Even if your mind screamed not to do it, you couldn't resist the temptation of trailing your hand lower, going from his scalp down to his face. Caressing his high cheekbones, the tip of your forefinger followed the shape of his thin nose, feeling the soft, dampened skin under the pad of your finger.

Juyeon heavily breathed as you followed along his jaw, digits hovering above his cupid bow, hesitating to feel his lips as his philtrum was tickling them due to not shaving for a few days. His lips just looked so pretty, feeling happy and complete when they were on your forehead or temple, the rare occasions where your best friend showed physical affection.

You quickly retracted your hand as Juyeon shuffled, "Y/N," he grunted, head moving to try and find another more comfortable spot on your lap. "Yes, I'm right here," you whispered, and Juyeon held you tighter, nose nuzzling further against your side and digging inside your shirt. "Ksfhgfyou," he mumbled in the fabric, and you giggled, flattening your top to free your best friend's face. "What did you say?" you smiled, and he drowsily grunted, feeling disturbed by how shaky you got since you started laughing. "I love you," he mumbled again, and you immediately froze on your spot, his three words acting like a cold shower on you.

What did he just say?

"W-What?" your eyes opened wide, and your jaw fell, expecting everything from him but this. Your heart started hammering faster in your chest, and your whole body felt hot, the surprise and excitement washing over your body like a tidal wave.

Juyeon opened one eye to look at you, gauging your reaction. He could tell that you were excited, but he just wanted to make sure that his exhaustion wasn't making him hallucinate and hear wrong things.

"I... love you?" he said, more hesitantly, swallowing thickly after clearing his throat.

He loved you.

It took you a few long seconds to answer, your mind too clouded by many thoughts. All those times that you spent together, laughing and taking care of the other, weren't just a best friend thing? How long has it been going for? Since the beginning? Since last year, when you surprised him with your presence at his key competition, the important one, which would decide if he was good enough to be the dancer he had always dreamt to become?

"Y/N... Please say something, the silence is getting too loud," Juyeon whined as he hoisted himself up on one arm, his warmth on your lap immediately bringing you back to your senses.

Smiling brightly, you cradled his cheeks with both hands and looked in his big doe eyes that you loved so much, your thumbs caressing the remaining of the dry, salty tears on his cheeks. He was about to speak again when you pressed your lips against his, closing your eyes as you felt yourself ascending. They felt so soft and plush against yours, you immediately melted into the kiss as he wrapped his arm around your middle.

Your mouths still dancing together, he gently pushed you down, your body lying in the same position as when he walked through the door. His hand rested at the back of your head as it rested against the armrest, Juyeon positioning himself between your legs. The proximity you shared with him was enough to make you shiver, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close.

Pulling away for oxygen, your eyes fluttered shut as you breathed in deeply, his sudden confession and the amazing kiss you've just shared making you struggle to breathe correctly and had your heart beating faster. Juyeon kissed your eyelids as you gently gasped for air, his nose nudging some hair strands that were landing in your eyes.

Once you reopened them, you smiled at each other, Juyeon diving back down to press his lips against yours in a soft kiss before pulling away, rubbing your noses together.

"I love you too," you breathed, and his sadness had vanished after he heard those few words, his mouth lingering on your forehead before retracting himself to rest his head on your stomach, his large hands resting on your sides as yours were on his head, again.

"I wish I had confessed earlier," he admitted, voice sending vibrations through your body, butterflies erupting in your stomach. "I think I fell in love with you when you jumped into my arms the day of your exam results," your mouth fell open as it happened almost two years ago, your hand stopping in his hair in surprise.

You cleared your throat, tilting your head for Juyeon to notice it and look up at you, "Ju, let's make it up for the lost time. We should catch up those two years that we could've spent as a couple," you declared and smiled as he upheaved himself on his hands on each side of you, looking at you with stars gleaming in his eyes. You internally laughed as he couldn't stay in a position, always in the need to look at you when he talked.

"You're right. What should we start with, then?" He asked. Smiling, you caressed his cheek, and he moved his head to kiss your palm, "Kiss me as if we spent those last two years apart," you mumbled, and he didn't need to be asked twice, diving on your lips again.

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[neverinadream]

THIS IS A RANDOM IDEA I JUST THOUGHT OF AND I WAS GONNA WRITE IT BUT IM KINDA BUSY RIGHT NOW AND I KNOW YOULL GIVE IT SO MUCH JUSTICE – ben being a single dad and he takes his kid too meet his girlfriend for the first time and they go to winter wonderland together….that be so cute

Winter Wonderland

I know I said I probably wouldn't be posting any of my Christmas content until the end of November, but @blueathens sent the cutest request and I just had to write it!!

Summary: Ben is ready for his two favourite girls to meet and there's no more magical setting than Winter Wonderland

Song: Merry Christmas Everyone - Shakin' Stevens

It was about six weeks into their relationship that Ben knew he could tell y/n about his daughter, Avalon, and knew she wouldn't ditch him and run for the hills. He had only ever tried to have a relationship with one other person since he split from Avalon's mother over a year ago, and she told him she couldn't commit to the idea of sharing his time with his daughter. But y/n was different, he knew it in his heart, and when she told him she was cool with the idea of him having a daughter, he knew for sure y/n was truly the one for him.

With Christmas only weeks away, and Avalon begging her dad to take her to Winter Wonderland, he couldn't think of a more magical setting for y/n to meet the most important person in his life - of course, y/n was up there too.

"Right, remember what I told you this morning?" Ben asks, kneeling down in front of the open backseat door. Avalon sat on the end, her tiny legs hanging out of the door as Ben fixed her green bobble hat and scarf, the colours complimenting her auburn curls. She nods her head, swinging her legs back and forth. "And what did I say?" He asks, taking the matching set of gloves out of his own pocket.

"That I get to see Santa," Avalon answers, big blue eyes spotting the bright, twinkling lights over her daddy's shoulder. Excitement bubbled in her stomach, causing her to kick her legs faster, hitting Ben's knees with soft hits.

Ben chuckled, knowing meeting Santa was the real reason why she desperately wanted to come here. "Yes, but what else?"

"That I get to meet daddy's special friend today?" She phrases it more as a question, uncertain if she had remembered correctly. He nods her head, leaning forwards to place a soft kiss against her bobble hat. "Is your special friend like Richard?" She asks, referring to her mum's boyfriend.

"Yes, she is." He looks for her reaction, warmth swarming through his body as his daughter's smile reaches her eyes. "Ready to go?" He asks, sticking out his hand for her to take.

Avalon jumps from the backseat, her boots causing the sludge from recently fallen snow to splash up the car. She giggles at the sound before taking Ben's hand. "Ready!" She announces, looking up at him. Ben closes the car door, making sure to lock it, before walking them out of the car park and across to Hyde Park. "Daddy, what's your special friend's name?" Avalon asks as she does her best to move her legs in time with Ben's.

"Her name is y/n," he answers, guiding Avalon in front of him as they squeeze between two separate groups.

"Y/n?" She repeats to herself, trying to get herself familiar with the sounds of each vowel and consonant. She looks up at Ben, the bobble hat slipping down over her eyes. "I like it," she tells him, giggling as he pushes her hat back in place, "she has a pretty name."

"She does, doesn't she?"

Ben led Avalon towards their meeting point, already spotting y/n sitting alone on a bench. Her hands were stuffed into the pockets of her puffa jacket, one leg crossed over the other as her eyes peacefully scan the crowd. He almost felt wrong for disrupting her as he calls out her name. He breaks into a smile as she whips her head in the direction of his voice, their eyes locking together as y/n stands from the bench.

"Is that her?" Avalon asks, once more looking up at Ben. He nods his head, the young girl ripping her hand from his as she takes off running towards y/n. She ignores him as he calls out her name, too giddy and excited to meet this new special friend of her daddy. "Hi!" Avalon greets y/n, wrapping her arms around her legs.

Y/n softly laughs at the little girl, kneeling down so she was at her eye level. She pushes the bobble hat out of her eyes, flicking her eyes once to Ben as he finally catches up with the two of them. "You must be Avalon," y/n says, giving her a smile.

"And you're y/n!" Y/n was surprised that Ben had already told his daughter her name, having expected a formal introduction. Avalon's eyes scan y/n's face, looking at each of the freckles and beauty marks that made their home on her skin. "You're very pretty," she tells her, reaching her glove covered hand to touch her cheek.

"And you have a very pretty hat," y/n replies, admiring how it made the colour of her curls stand out.

"Nanna made it for me," Avalon tells her, reaching her hand up to touch her little bobble hat, "she can make you one too, can't she, daddy?" Avalon looks back at Ben, who was too busy transfixed in his own little world as he watched his two favourite girls interact with each other. She giggles, turning back to look at y/n. "I think daddy's broken," she whispers, covering her mouth with her hand.

"I think so too," y/n agrees, copying Avalon.

Y/n stands to her feet, Avalon instantly taking her hand, and the two of them move over to Ben. He snaps out of his trance, kissing y/n on the cheek. "Hi," she smiles, placing her hand on his bicep as his arm slips around her waist. "You good?" She asks, picking out deep warmth hidden in his eyes.

"Fantastic," Ben simply replies, kissing her cheek once more.

Avalon makes a gagging sound, not a fan of seeing any form of public affection, even from her daddy. They both laugh at her, looking down to meet her big blue eyes. "Can we go see Santa now?" She asks, tugging gently on y/n's hand.

"Yes, we can go see Santa now," Ben nods his head, stretching out his hand for her take.

She shakes her head, turning her back to him as she looks up at y/n. "I have tiny legs and can't walk very far," she says, pouting her bottom lip, "so, can you carry me?"

"I know how you feel," y/n kneels down to pick the young girl up, "I have tiny legs too." This makes Avalon laugh, her arms wrapping around her neck as she nuzzles her face into her neck. "But, it would be my honour to carry you."

Y/n walks one step in front of Ben, carrying Avalon on her hip, with her head resting on her shoulder as they navigate the crowd, trying to locate Santa's grotto. All of his fears of Avalon not liking her or of y/n not taking a liking to his daughter had now disappeared. The three of them were going to be a family, he knew it in heart and the thought warmed it, doubling his heart in size.

Ben wraps his arm around y/n's shoulder as they both watched Avalon be taken up to Santa by one of his little helpers. "I think she's already stolen you from me," he teases, leaning in to leave a lingering kiss on her temple, "I mean, even I don't get to carry her anymore, too adamant she's a big girl now."

Y/n leans her head against him, reaching across her body to intertwine their fingers. "What can I say? You Chilwells know how to use your cuteness for your own advantage," she replies, waving her free hand at Avalon as she waves her hand at the two of them.

"So I'm cute, am I?"

"Yes, but she's cuter," y/n answers, focusing on Avalon as she talks to Santa. She didn't need to look at him to know he was pouting. "You can't argue with the truth, Benjamin," she quips, giving his hand a squeeze. She takes her eyes off of Avalon to glance up at him, smiling when she finds him looking down at her. "Your nose is all red," she tells him, pressing up onto her tiptoes to kiss the end.

Avalon returns to them, a big smile on her face as she lifts her arms out to y/n. Y/n obliges, moving away from Ben to pick her up. "Hot chocolate now?" She asks, looking at y/n instead of Ben.

"Can we?" Y/n asks, spinning them both around to face him. They both pull a pouty face, puppy dog eyes turned on to the max as they wait for him to answer. "Are you really going to say no to these faces?"

Ben playfully rolls his eyes, motioning with his arm to lead the way. "I already know you two are going to be the death of me," he mumbles under his breath. They both share a quick high five before y/n carries her into the crowd. "Wait for me!" He calls out, laughing to himself as they both disappear.

Christmas requests are open!!!!

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[charliedawn]

How would the slashers celebrate Christmas?

"Rise and shine, pumpkin pie !"

You are woken up with a bucket of cold water that makes you stand up straight in a second. You're gasping for air and wait for your heart to slow down before looking at the one and only Amita Williams.

" Are you crazy ?! What are you doing here Amita ?!"

She only laughs loudly before dragging you out of bed.

" Well..since I haven't heard any news from you in months, I decided to come and check up on you myself. But, honestly darling, what happened ?! And where is that lowlife bastard that you call a boyfriend ?!"

You groan heavily at the mention of H/N before pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

" Gone..We broke up."

At the news, Amita's eyes brighten up and she nearly squeals in delight.

" Wait..Does that mean you're back in the single club ?! Congrats ! I knew you could do it !"

She exaggerates with wrapping her arms around your neck a little too tight. You sigh before affectionately placing your hand upon her arm and chuckling.

" I can't believe that it's been months already..Sorry. I haven't had any time for myself these days..My work and all."

She faces you with a huge grin that makes you wonder what she's planning now..

" Well, considering that your work seems to be more important than your best friend, I've decided to bring the best friend to work ! Surprise ! I'm gonna work at St Louis as a cook !"

Your eyes widen even more as you struggle to find words to match your emotions. You are happy to see Amita of course, but she could be..let's say "eccentric and loud". You can't be sure how the slashers will react when they meet her.

" I don't know Amita..Some of the slashers tend to be very attached to their regime. One wrong ingredient, and you may become the meal itself. Are you sure of yourself ?"

You inquire worriedly and she only dismisses your concern with a wave of her hand.

" Nonsense ! No one can resist my cooking ! That it'd be the common folk or psychopaths ! I'm sure. Plus, I came just at the right time it seems. Christmas is today after all ! And what better way to get acquainted than a merry Christmas dinner !"

You want to protest, but quickly close your mouth when you find the idea not to be so bad. You finally sigh and nod before getting out of the kitchen to get ready.

" Actually..You're right."

She grins in delight at your admission.

" Oh sugar plum, I'm always right."

She winks at you cheekily while raising her drink.

You frown at the alcoholic beverage and sigh again.

" Whiskey ? At 6 am ? Really ?"

She chuckles before taking a sip.

" You know me darling, there's never a bad time for quality.."

At St Louis :

It is a normal day for the slashers that wake up to the sound of merry Christmas carols and the smell of hot cocoa brewing in nearby houses..It is a normal day for everyone, except Michael.

Michael hears his alarm clock and can't help but smash it under his fist. The dreaded day has arrived..He gets up and grinds his teeths together in frustration at the songs being sang outside. He hates Christmas. He hates it as much as he hates the world for enjoying it so much. He remembers the smile of his wife and the laughter of the children running around the table filled with mouth-watering goods..but he also remembers the screams, the terror, death..He especially remembers death. It's even worse when he sees the other slashers playing carelessly in the snow outside and the Christmas decorations in the living room. He wants to rip it all to shreds, to stamp on the Christmas tree and make everyone see his pain..but he doesn't. Even if he did, they wouldn't understand..He walks to the kitchen to drink his morning coffee when he freezes, seeing an unfamiliar face preparing, what appears to be, chocolate pudding. The stranger doesn't seem to notice him at first, but then speaks with her back turned.

" Are you going to stand up here all morning or are you going to come help me ?"

He's so shocked by the bluntness of the woman that he doesn't even think about disobeying her. He steps up and proceeds in cooking the Christmas turkey. Surprisingly, he seems to have remembered all of his Christmas cooking skills as it doesn't really take him much effort to help in the preparation of the meal. You are playing with the slashers outside and finally get back to the living room. You had asked a few of the employees to decorate with you and Amita. However, there is something new. The table is covered by food that looks so tasty that it even makes the two cannibals present drool.

Even Jason seems speechless as his eyes lighten up to the sight of so many colorful decorations and Penny takes a long snif of the food before scrunching his nose at the lack of fresh meat. However, Amita comes out of the kitchen with a full bowl of beef tartar and both Penny and Pennywise jump on it as soon as it is on the table. The other slashers seem to be a bit more reluctant as they stare at Amita with wariness.

" Guys, this is the new cook: Amita. My best friend and the one who gave me the idea for all this."

Even with your explanation, the slashers don't seem reassured. But, they are quickly distracted by Michael that gets out of the kitchen with a pink apron and matching pink oven mitts to boot. They seem to relax and Freddy even cracks a joke.

" Well..If it isn't housewife Michael herself ?!"

To which Michael responds with his middle finger, not bothering to give any more attention to the little devil.

You then notice the mistletoe hanging above Freddy's head and snicker as you see who is next to him.

" Guess what you are standing under, boys ?"

They both look up and Freddy freezes when he recognizes the plant while Pennywise frowns in incomprehension.

" What are you talking about ?"

You only smile mischievously at Freddy that understands and sighs loudly before winking playfully at you.

" After Penny, you want me to get both brothers ? Kinky..I like it."

Pennywise seems to find the answer in Freddy's eyes and gets up just as Freddy wanted to grab his arm.

" Ahahaha ! Not happening."

He steps outside and Freddy follows with a smirk.

" Come here Pennywise ! It was only a matter of time before you finally understood your undying feelings for me !"

Pennywise shrieks in disgust before taking a handful of snow and using it to get away by smudging it all over Freddy's lips.

" I would rather kiss a dying corpse ! Not that it's that much better from your crispy burned a** !"

You whistle and they finally look up at you with widened eyes.

" Okay, boys ! Let's eat. I won't force you to kiss, I promise."

You can't help but giggle as they race to get back inside. When you're all inside, you see Five already digging in a bowl of peanuts.

You sit next to him and Kevin that smiles rather nicely at you..Strange, but not unwelcomed. You take a big breath before proposing.

" How about we start again, Kevin ? I would love for us to be friends."

However, his smile seems to falter as he answers you negatively.

" I'm sorry..but no. I won't let you make me weak.."

You sigh before putting your hand on his shoulder and look at him straight in his eyes.

" Can't you see ? It doesn't make you weak..It makes you stronger."

He smiles bitterly at your words, almost wishful even.

" I wish I could believe you.."

You smile back before insisting.

" And one day, you will..I promise you."

You stare at each other for a few seconds before returning to the feast. You're happy to see Amita even managing small talk with Freddy and Pennywise. However, Penny notices the presents under the Christmas tree and squeals in excitement.

" Gifts !"

He runs towards them and checks if there is one with his name on it. He finally finds it and grins so widely that you wonder for a moment if his jaw is even attached to the rest of his skull anymore. But, you give him a nod of agreement to open the gift. His eyes shine when he opens the box.

" Popcorn ! I love popcorn !"

All of the other slashers sigh in defeat and those who can talk all say.

" We know."

Soon after, all the slashers open their gifts to find their favorite treat in them. Even Five smiles somehow happily as he sees the content of his gift : dark chocolate and coffee truffles. But, they all seem troubled or embarrassed about something.

" We..We didn't bring you anything.."

Brahms points out what all of them are thinking with his eyes cast downwards in shame. But, your reaction surprises them as you laugh lightly.

" That's what you're worried about ?! This day is about you, all of you. It's not about me. It was a last moment thing. I didn't expect you to give me anything. Your presence is enough."

Freddy seems about to burst and finally snaps.

" Fine ! F*ck it ! I'm tired of us being the only ones having a good time ! That's my gift. Take it or slap me, I still have to do it !"

Freddy takes a branch of mistletoe and raises it above both of your heads before kissing you on the cheek. Your eyes widen, but you don't slap Freddy. You only look up at him and smile affectionately.

" Thank you, Freddy.."

Your genuine thanks makes Freddy blush and hide his face in his fedora as he mumbles.

" You're welcome.."

The slashers, inspired by Freddy's gesture, decide to do the same. Soon, it's Michael's turn and to everyone's shock, he gets his mask off to kiss your cheek. When he stands back, he smiles at you and whispers for only you to hear :

" Merry Christmas.."

Maybe, Christmas isn't so bad after all ? Michael thinks before sitting back down.

Bonus : their reaction to the kiss afterwards :

Michael : *blushes intensely while staring into the beyond..*

Five : *sigh* " Why did I do that again ?"

Jason : *smiles happily to himself with some chocolate pudding on his face*

Brahms : * blush intensifies when he truly realizes what he's done* "K..Kiss ?"

Freddy : "Hell nah ! Come here ! I'm ready for a kiss on the lips this time !" *proceeds to chase after you, hanging a mistletoe over his head*

Pennywise : *blushes slightly and turns his gaze away in embarrassment and stays silent*

Penny : *doesn't even realize, just munches happily on his popcorn*

Joker : *smiles before looking at the bag of peppermint candy in his hands* "Sweet girl.." He murmurs to himself.

Kevin : The Beast : *looks at the bowl of blueberry muffins before sniffing it carefully and taking a tentative bite. He moans in delight before devouring his. You had been careful to make one for each personality and he smiles at the thoughtful gesture.* " Clever girl.." He murmurs in a low baritone voice and chuckles darkly before letting the other personalities enjoy their individual muffin.

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