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[gloomwitchwrites]

i saw a tiktok of a heavily pregnant woman saying “maybe i dont give him butterflies anymore but i do give him high blood pressure” then they walk by their S/O with a latter and power tools. and i have been thinking about how the guys would react ever since

Oh, anon. This is so cute! I love this. I know the trend you're talking about, but I feel like I haven't seen it with pregnant women specifically, but I find it even more hilarious if it is. I had a lot of fun with this one. Thank you for sending it in!

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Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, dad!141, pregnancy, married life, parenthood, domestic fluff

Word Count: 800

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John Price

“Get off the ladder, cabbage.” John exhales, trying his best to keep his voice calm.

You’re standing just high enough on the ladder to rest your pregnant belly on the top rung. John stands directly behind you, both hands firmly planted on either side of you against the rail. It’s not to support the ladder but to catch you if you fall. A potentially likely possibility since you’re carrying extra weight in front of you. You could easily tip back enough to lose your balance.

“I’m fine, John,” you reply, continuing on as if he’s not worrying.

It’s maddening how relaxed you are, like the potential factor of danger is a completely foreign concept.

“Please,” he emphasizes. “Get off the ladder.”

“Why?” you ask. “I’m more than capable.”

“You are,” he agrees. “But you’re also pregnant.”

“So?”

“Cabbage,” warns John.

“Fine,” you exhale.

John keeps his hands on your hips the entire time. When you’re back on solid ground, some of that tension melts away, but his heart still thumps quickly.

You lightly cup his cheek, batting your eyelashes at him. “Were you worried about me, John?”

John places his hand on your belly. “Worried about all three of you.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle sits at the kitchen table, sorting through the mail. With a heavy sigh, he opens the energy bill, removing the paperwork, reading over the breakdown of energy usage for the month.

From his peripheral, Kyle notices movement. Glancing away from the itemized bill, Kyle’s gaze softens when you walk into the kitchen. You’re pregnant, close to your due date. Even waddling around, Kyle can’t seem to keep his hands off you.

He leans back in his chair, appreciating you for a few languid seconds, then his heart drops into his stomach.

“Damn it all. Put that down, love.”

Kyle shoots out of his chair, trying to calmly but quickly make it over to you.

“I’m fine,” you insist, attempting to walk by. “I can assemble it.”

“No.” Kyle’s tone is firm but gentle. “Give it here.”

His heart is pounding, anxiety spiking from not just the power drill you carry, but the cardboard box full of wood you’re attempting to guide down the hall.

“You sit here.” He points to the chair. “Sort the mail. I’ve got this.”

You slowly ease down into the chair, and Kyle breathes deep, trying to calm his nerves. “Bloody hell, woman,” he mutters.

John "Soap" MacTavish

He hears your footsteps first, and then your voice as you curse under your breath.

Johnny lounges on the sofa, reclining against a fluffy pillow. At his feet are his two-year old twin daughters. On the television, a Bluey episode plays. The girls aren’t watching. They’re smashing their dolls together and running them over with the yellow toy excavator.

Sitting up, Johnny glances over the top of the couch

At first, he smiles. Then frowns. Then launches himself off the couch.

“Put it down,” commands Johnny. “Drop it.” He steps on a doll and winces, wobbling slightly.

You turn toward him, pregnant belly coming into view. You’re carrying a ladder, the large one, and you’re not supposed to be lifting anything over a certain weight.

“Down,” he repeats. “Put it down.”

You roll your eyes and turn away. Johnny makes it to you quickly, grabbing the ladder and placing it on the floor.

“What are you thinking?” he asks. “You’re bloody pregnant.”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“I’m—I’m not yelling,” soothes Johnny, cupping your face in his hands. “But you gave me a right scare, yeah?” He kisses your forehead. “I’ll take care of it. Go sit with the girls.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon is curled up on the sofa, a precious bundle in his lap. His two-year old daughter rests her head against his chest, gaze focused on the colorful pages.

“He started to look for some food,” reads Simon from The Very Hungry Caterpillar. “On Monday he ate through one apple.” His daughter traces the outline of the apple, and then runs her finger over the caterpillar. “But he was still hungry.”

As Simon turns the page, he hears your soft but determined footsteps. He briefly looks away from the book, his gaze falling on your belly, round and full of his child. Inwardly, he smiles, knowing that the family you’ve created together is about to grow by one.

“On Tuesday he ate through two pears,” continues Simon. “But he was still—”

His voice disappears, and his stomach flips, blood pressure spiking as he watches you turn the corner. You have a step stool tucked under your arm and a drill in your hand.

“Goddamn it,” he mutters, lifting his daughter out of his lap and placing her on the sofa. “Daddy will be back shortly, doll.”

He kisses the top of her head, and then takes off after you. With the added weight, your steps are slow, and it only takes Simon a few strides to walk past you and cut you off before you make it to the nursery.

“What are you doing?” he asks, reaching for the drill.

“Hanging a painting,” you reply like it’s no big deal.

Simon sighs. “Give it here.”

“I can do it,” you insist, turning away from his reaching hands.

Simon plucks the drill out of your hand and holds it out of reach. “Give me the step stool.” With a pout, you surrender it. “Gonna give me a bloody heart attack.”

[daydreamerswriting]

hiiii!!! do you think you could do something with the gang (separately) being protective of reader? its okay if you dont want to though!!! totally up to you 💕💕

The Gang Being Protective

The outsiders x fem!reader

an: I tried to give them all different plots so it wasn't repetitive. Thank you for the request and sorry this took SOOO long. (This request is so old and this took me WAY too long I'm sorry 😭) please leave more requests guys!

W: men being gross and creepy, swearing, not proof read

Darry Curtis

Darry Curtis normally isn't one for parties, but you convinced him to go to one with you. He was, unfortunately, not having the best time. But you were. You were drinking and dancing and having the time of your life. You pulled Darry around with you as you chatted with your friends, acquaintances, total strangers, anyone.

Some time into the party, the two of you got separated. You were getting another drink and talking to a old classmate from high-school. A guy approaches you, and you immediately get a bad feeling.

"Hey sweet thing." He slurs with a smirk.

You grip your drink tighter and it takes everything in you not to show your disgust on your face. "Hi."

"You look good enough to eat. Let's get outta here, yeah?" He steps way to close to you.

Ew. "No thank-"

"No, she doesn't." A familiar, stern voice cuts you off as a muscular arms is wrapped around your shoulders.

You glance up at him. He's glaring daggers at the man who talked to you.

The man scoffed. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Her boyfriend. Now why don't you back the hell up?" His voice is stern, deep, and angry.

The guy scoffs again, rolls his eyes, and walks away. "Whatever.."

Darry turns his attention to you. "Are you alright, y/n?" He asks tenderly.

You nod. "Thank you."

"Of course, darling, you don't have to thank me." He kisses your forehead.

Sodapop Curtis

"Can you hand me a wrench?" Soda asks you as he sticks his hand out from under the Curtis's truck. The poor old thing had broke from the hundredth time and he was in charge of fixing it.

You grab a wrench out off the tool box beside you and hand it to him. "Here."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

The only reason you're here, sitting on the curb while Soda fixes up the car, is because you had come over to tell him something. You were a little nervous to tell him. You've heard stories from your friends about how their past boyfriends weren't cool with stuff like this.

"Hey, Soda?" You say while staring down at your hands.

"Yeah?" He calls back from under the car.

"I'm going with my friend tomorrow, so we have to cancel our date."

"Oh." He slides out from under the car and sits up, looking at you. "You can't go any other day?"

You shake your head. "He's only going to be in town a few days, and tomorrow is the only day he's free." You explain.

His eyebrows furrow and he looks untrusting. "He?"

You nod. "We were friends in elementary school, but then he moved away."

"Oh." He thinks this over for a minute. "It's not like a date, right?"

Youre taken aback. "What? No, of course not. We're just hanging out as friends, babe."

"Good." He nods and ponders this again for a moment. "Can I go?"

"Do you not trust me?" You ask, feeling slightly hurt.

He shakes his head. "No, of course I trust you. I don't trust this guy I've never meant. Plus, if he's your friend, I wanna meet him." He smiles. Soda did like knowing all the people in your life. He had wanted to meet your family and friends as soon as possible.

"I- I don't know. I haven't seen him in so long, and it might be weird with you there. He doesn't know you, you don't know him. I want you to meet him too, but I don't want to make it awkward with you there the whole time. Don't you think it's annoying when people drag their partners to every hang out."

"Yeah, okay. Hm.. how about I drop you off and meet him when I drop you off." He smiles, knowing that that's a good suggestion.

You smile too. "Sure. That sounds like a good plan, Soda."

Steve Randle

Shelves don't restock themselves, so Steve was stocking them while complaining to you. You ate some chips he bought you while he ranted.

"I got this job so I could work on cars, not restock shelves." He told you.

"Do you want me to help you?" You offer.

"No, no. Its my job. And I don't need us both losing our minds cause of how boring this is."

You laugh. "Okay."

He finishes stocking everything in the box he had, so he goes into the back to get another. He kisses you before going.

You crumple up your empty bag of chips and look for a trash can to throw it away in. The bell by the door rings, meaning someone entered the gas station. You find a trash can and toss the chip bag from a short distance, but somehow, you miss. So, you bend down to pick it up.

And then you hear a whistle. You think it's Steve trying to tease you for a moment, until you turn around and see some random guy. He was smirking at you too. What the hell?

"What the hell?" A familiar voice asks angrily. You turn your head and see Steve walking over to you while glaring at the guy. "Why're you whistling at my girl?"

"Hey, man. I didn't know that she'd been claimed." He raises his hands.

Claimed? You scoff.

"Claimed? " Steve says, "She's a human being, not a, fucking parking spot or something. Why don't you get the hell outta my store." He crosses his arms.

The guys shoves his hands in his jacket pockets and huffs. "Whatever." Then he turns and leaves.

"Fucking asshole." Steve shakes his head then looks down at you. "You okay?"

You smile. "Yes, thank you."

He uncrosses his arms and reaches for your hand, taking it in his. "You don't have to thank me, baby."

Two-Bit Matthews

It was a chilly afternoon, and you and Two-Bit were walking around town together. You were wearing his jacket and his arm was around you. You were talking about random stuff and laughing together. The two of you had just left a diner and were now walking to your house.

You always had a blast when you were with Two-Bit. He was funny and surprisingly sweet. He made you feel lighter and just being around him calmed you down. He was familiar.

The two of talk about school, friends, life, anything that pops into your minds. All is going great until you pass a guy who's leans against the side of a building, smoking a cigarette. He whistles at you. A somewhat small sound that was absolutely unnerving. It immediately made you uncomfortable. And of course Two-Bit heard it and noticed your change in energy.

"Has that ever worked for you?" Two-Bit asks the guy angrily as he wraps his arm tighter around you.

"Huh?" The creep looks you the both of you.

"I said, 'has that ever worked for you?' Because I'm guessin' it hasn't." Two-Bit had stopped walking and was looking back at the guy.

"I- fuck off, man." He turns to leave.

"Leave girls like mine alone, wacko!" Two-Bit calls as the guy walks away. Then he turns his head to look at you. "I'm sorry, baby." He says.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm fine." You say as you two begin to walk down the sidewalk again.

"But it's not okay. Guys shouldn't be whistling at or cat calling you, baby. Ticks me off." He lets go of your waist and holds your hand.

You squeeze his hand, appreciating his concern and protection. "Thanks for standing up for me."

He shrugs. "Don't mention it, I owed you, you got lunch."

Dallas Winston

Dallas loves to show you off. He loves getting to let people know that you're his. He loves watching other guys disappointed faces when you're all over him.

You were hesitant to wear such a short skirt to the party at Buck's, but Dallas was quick to reassure you.

"You look absolutely gorgeous. Good enough to eat, doll." He held you from behind as you gazed into your mirror. So it was settled. You wore the skirt.

Unfortunately, that meant you got stares.

One man in particular had been staring at you all night. At first, you thought you were imagining things, seeing him the corner of your eye, but you kept making eye contact with him. It was making you uncomfortable.

"That guy over there is staring at me." You whisper to Dallas, peeking over your shoulder at him.

Dallas tightens his arm around your waist. He looks in the direction you're looking. He makes eye contact with the man, causing the man to look away.

"I'll talk to him."

Only Dallas Winston doesn't "talk" to people who have pissed him off, and he's clearly pissed off. Now, you'd be happy to see this guy get slugged, but you really didn't want Dallas getting into a fight. So, you grab his hand when he starts to walk away.

"Dallas–"

"I'm just gonna talk to him, I promise." He squeezes your hand then pulls his away. He walks over the man and you lag slowly behind him, really hoping this doesn't end in violence.

Dallas approaches him. "Hey man, my girl doesn't like being stared at by creeps like you. I think should you cut it out."

The man scoffs. "Maybe she shouldn't dress like a that then. I can look if I'd like."

"She can dress how ever the hell she pleases, doesn't give you any right to watch her like a fucking creep."

Oh boy was he getting mad. You walk up behind him and put your hand on his shoulder. "Dal, it's not worth it, c'mon."

The man smirks at you. "Well, hello sweet cheeks."

Ew. "Excuse me?" You say at the same time Dallas's fist lands on his face.

Johnny Cade

Johnny trusts you mote than anyone he knows, so why was he so worried? Sure, you'd hung out with a friend for yours that happened to be a guy and didn't tell him, but that guy's just your friend, right? Well, he better be. Johnny knows that he should talk to you about it, but he's not sure how to bring it up. Luckily, you do one day while walking through the park with him.

"Last weekend I went to see this movie, Viva Las Vegas, that new one with Elvis in it, with my friend Aaron. It was just okay." You say.

He hesitates then asks, "Who's Aaron?"

"My friend." You say simply.

A faint smile appears on his face from your answer. "Well, yeah, but who is he? Why're you going to the movies with him?" He feels awkward asking.

You can tell what he's thinking about, and you feel a bit guilty for making him worry. "Oh, it's nothing bad, I swear. Me, him, and this girl, Margaret– we were all three going to go together, but Margaret never showed. We learned on Monday that she'd been sick."

"Oh," he nods. "I mean, I don't really mind that you're hanging out with a guy alone. If it was Soda or Steve or Ponyboy, ya know, I wouldn't care. It's just cause I don't know him, that's all."

"Yeah." You pause then smile. "You were jealous." You tease as you take hold of his arm.

"I'm wasn't–" He pauses and looks at you. He sighs, "I was worried about you. I trust you, but I can't trust people I've never met."

You think quietly for a moment, then make a suggestion. "How about, next time we make plans, I'll ask if you can come, so you can meet him."

He smiles and nods. "Okay, that sounds perfect, sweetheart, thank you." He slips his arm out from your grasp and instead puts in around your shoulders. He pulls you in, towards him, and places a kiss on your forehead.

An: idk why this took so long. Please leave me more requests! The more specific, the more fun!

[wildflowersandvibranium]

Ale and Always Yours

Pairing: Lord!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader

Summary: Is love somewhere between : whispered waltzes , sharp tongues , hidden glances , and climbing trellises

Word Count: 3k ish

Warnings/Tags: Royal / Royalty Alternate Universe , a few uses of "Y/N & Y/L/N" (your name and your last name)

Sweet Fluff! flirting , teasing , banter between you and Bucky , a kiss , dont want to give anything away but truly just fun cuteness!

If i missed anything let me know! 🌸

Authors Note: my longst fic yet!!! double the words of my previous works and i love these two sm and could write them forever , pt 2?? you guys let me know! anyhoo love this love yall thats it :3🌷💖

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The ballroom was dripping in amber candlelight , the scent of roses curling in the air like wisps of smoke , caught somewhere between elegance and memory. 

A string quartet played just in front of the carved marble columns , their bows dancing across strings with the same precision you had been taught since childhood. 

You stood near one of the towering windows. Wearing a deep blue tonight — a gown with off-the-shoulder sleeves and a neckline just scandalous enough to make your mother purse her lips, and it did little to hide the thrum of heat creeping up your neck every time she tried to focus her attention on the music. But failing.

It was on him. Again.

Lord James Buchanan Barnes — or Bucky, as you teasingly called him when he would be a menace , which was usually always — was leaning on the banister by the window , one elbow perched up like he owned the place , his sharp jaw caught in the glow of the crystal chandelier overhead.

And, of course, he was looking right at you.

You straightened your shoulders , carefully lifting your glass of champagne to your painted lips as you turned away , pretending you hadn’t noticed the intense gaze all evening. 

Pretending your cheeks weren’t burning just beneath the veil of powdered blush.

He was impossible.

“Don’t look,” came a hushed whisper from Celeste , your best friend since childhood's voice from beside you. “He’s still staring.”

You didn’t dare turn your head. “I’m not looking.”

“You want to look.” she teases into the rim of her glass.

“I do not.” you bite back.

Celeste gave her a look. “Liar.”

Your fingers tightened around your drink. 

You gave in a breath later.

You looked.

And , there it was — the smirk. Small, smug, and unmistakably his.

You turned back toward Celeste with a sigh and an eye-roll, just in time to hear your closest friend whisper, “Brace yourself.”

“What—?”

 “Hiya there princess” He smirked as he popped a cherry in his mouth.

“Lord Barnes,” you greeted coldly , taking a slow sip of your drink. “Shouldn’t you be dancing with one of the eligible ladies from the guest list?...Or have you gone through them all already?”

“I prefer rarer company,” he said smoothly , leaning just a fraction too close. “And you looked like you needed rescuing from the edge of the room.”

“I was enjoying the view,” you replied , not missing a beat.

“Of me?” His grin was shameless. “Flattered.”

“Of the garden,” she corrected, nodding toward the window. “Much more peaceful and colorful.”

“And yet,” he murmured, “you still ended up next to me. Curious, don’t you think?” 

“So tell me, Princess,” came that familiar , velvet-lined whisper he did , closer now ,  far too close — as he slid beside you. 

“What’s a beautiful dame like you doing , not on the ball floor?” The voice practically wrapped around you — smooth, low, confident.

You gave him a sidelong glance , mouth curling despite yourself.

 “A ‘dame’?” she repeated with a scoff , eyes flicking over his pressed waistcoat and roguish smirk. “Is that what the highborns are calling us these days?” 

He tilted his head , bright blue eyes shining with mischief. 

“Only the ones worth dancing with.”

You laughed , soft and sharp at the same time , and stepped away toward the long banquet table , mostly for distance. 

Not that it ever worked. Not with him.

“You do realize I’m seeing someone , yes?” you tossed back over her shoulder loud enough for anyone near to hear. Hoping they and he receive the message.

Bucky followed without hesitation, like her shadow. 

“So I've heard. Very lucky man , this mystery suitor of yours.”

She reached for a sugared strawberry , as he leaned in , elbow brushing hers, voice dipped low like the last slow note of a waltz. 

“Speaking of this gentleman , I don’t see him, do you?...” He dramatically whipped his head around  “Nope , looks like you’re stuck with me princess.”

You turned to him fully now , lifting her chin with the kind of practiced posture born from years of etiquette lessons and stubborn pride.

 “Are you always this charming, or is it a special occasion?”

“Oh, I save my best lines for women who pretend they’re not intrigued.”

You raised a brow. “And is that what I’m doing?”

He grinned. “Well, you haven’t walked away yet.”

Neither of you spoke for a moment. The music swelled behind you — playing a precise classic waltz this time ,  and the ballroom turned into a sea of swirling satin and polished shoes. You looked out at the dancers. But Bucky continued to only look at you.

“You know,” he said after a beat, “we could make quite the spectacle.”

She glanced at him. “What?”

“Imagine it.” His voice was low, conspiratorial, like he was letting her in on some grand mischief. “Duke Barnes and Princess Y/N , center floor. Everyone pretending not to watch us while pretending even more to be us.”

“I don’t dance,” she quipped.

He took a half-step closer. “Then let me ruin that vow for you.”

Her lips twitched. “You're insufferable.”

“And you’re stalling,” he said, offering his hand, palm up and sure. 

“Come on, Princess. Just one dance. For diplomacy, if nothing else.”

You hesitated, then set your champagne glass on the nearest table and placed your hand in his.

“For diplomacy,” you echoed back , narrowing your eyes.

He smiled like he’d won a war.

His hand was warm , steady, too — and for all the teasing smirks and cocky one-liners, Bucky led you onto the dance floor.

His fingers fit perfectly against yours , and when his other hand settled at the small of your back , it wasn’t pushy or possessive. It was just… there. 

Certain.

“I’ll admit,” he said , tilting his head as the music swept around the two of you, “you’re already better than half the noblewomen I’ve danced with tonight.”

“I haven’t even moved yet,” You replied dryly.

“Exactly , you're not hurried , not trying to jump on me the moment our hands touch..”

You laughed , but then started to move. 

Slowly at first. 

A lazy sort of glide, like you had all the time in the world. Which, of course, you didn’t.

“You’re not a bad dancer , Duke Barnes,” you admitted as he guided you two into a gentle turn.

His eyes glittered. “We’re well past titles, don’t you think?”

“Are we?”

“Well , I held your hand,” he whispered dramatically, as if it were scandalous. “You’re practically betrothed to me now.”

“Pity. I was hoping for someone taller.”

He clutched his chest like she physically harmed him. “Princess, you wound me. What would your father say if he heard you cutting down perfectly eligible dukes in the middle of a diplomatic ball?”

“He’d ask why I wasn’t doing it sooner.”

That made him laugh. And this time, it was real. Warm and deep and so infectious that a few heads turned.

“You’re dangerous,” he said when the stares died down. “That tongue on you��”

You arched your brow. “Worried I’ll outwit you?”

“Already has.”

Every event was the same , no matter if it be luxurious galas or the annual horse races , it was the same. 

Back and forth. His flirtation , her deflection. His compliments , her eye rolls. 

It was always this way with them. The bickering back and forth , again and again. 

Their parents  once thought it was repressed feelings , showing their little crushes for the other through little remarks but after many failed attempts at getting the pair together the Barnes and Y/L/N households decided to give up.

They circled near the center of the floor with grace , his hand pressing ever so slightly more into your back , just enough to keep you perfectly close. 

The distance between you two had shrunk — barely a breath, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his chest beneath his snug jacket, could smell the faint notes of cedar and something darker, something familiar.

“Truthfully?” he murmured.

Her heart skipped.

“I’ve been watching you all night.”

You met his eyes. “That’s a terrible waste of your evening,” you smirked.

“It was the only way to make it bearable.”

“You’re insufferable.” she muttered.

“And yet, you are still holding my hand , doll.”

You arched a brow. “You’ve seemed to confuse insults with pet names.”

“I’ve always preferred to complicate things , no?.”

“You’re exhausting.” You hang your head hiding your smile as the song slowly ends.

You let go of each other as the crowd claps and the band begins a faster tune.

“Devastatingly handsome, though.” he continued as you strutted off the dance floor.

“Oh, please–”

“Don’t deny it. I saw you looking.”

“I was avoiding eye contact.”

“Yet here you are, following me to the refreshment table like a woman bewitched.”

“I was hoping there’d be wine.”

“And instead, you got me,” he said. “A tragic upgrade, I know.”

“I’d trade you for an ale in a heartbeat.”

Bucky continued to follow. “You wound me again , Princess. Are you always this cruel to men who whisk you around like a dream?”

“Only the ones who whisper dramatic nonsense in public and flirt like it’s their only viable skill.”

He gasped with mock offense. “Flirting is a noble skill. A dying art, really. I’m simply keeping the tradition alive.”

“Well,” she said, fanning herself with her empty dance card, “you’ll make some tavern girl very happy with all your… preservation work.”

“Well now you’re just hurting my feelings.”

“You don’t have feelings , Lord Barnes.” she pronounced it just the way to get under his skin.

“Oh, Princess, you wound me a third time, wow you're on a streak tonight ,” he said , just as footsteps approached behind them.

“Y/N?”

You froze.

Bucky straightened instantly , though a crooked grin tugged at his lips.

You turned. “Mother. Father.” Your voice sounded so proper as you bowed your head with respect.

Right behind them stood his parents too — the Lady and Lord Barnes, both looking perfectly aristocratic and suspiciously amused.

Lady Y/L/N  eyes flicked between the two of you. “Are we interrupting something?”

“Not at all,” you said sweetly. “Just an enthusiastic disagreement.”

Lord Barnes looked at his son, one brow raised. “James?”

“We were discussing the ancient art of courtship,” Bucky said smoothly. “I’m doing field research.”

You elbowed him.

His mother cleared her throat. “I do hope you’re using more than just bad pick-up lines for your diplomacy tonight.”

“Of course, Mother,” he said solemnly. “There was also a deeply moving waltz.”

Your father gave you a long look , one brow raised. “And it was you two who were dancing?” asked with a slight shock

“I needed the cardio,” you muttered.

“Well,” Lady Barnes said , adjusting her gloves , “we’ll leave you both to your disagreements and James to your… research.”

“Try not to cause a scandal,” Your mother added over her shoulder as the four of them strolled away , not bothering to hide their laughter.

As soon as they were out of earshot , You sighed.

“You’re such a menace,” she said.

Bucky beamed. “You love it.”

“I tolerate it.”

“With interest.”

You shook her head and started walking toward the back of the ballroom.

“Where are you going now?” he asked, trailing after you like a shadow.

“For more ale. Or anything that dulls the headache you’ve given me.” you smirk teasingly

“I’ll come with you—” he said

“Is that a smart idea , my Lord? ” she said without turning around. “I’ve used up my daily limit for handling your ego.”

“Of course it is.” he called after you. “I’m even more charming over drinks!”

“Go flirt with a mirror, Barnes!”

He grinned, watching her disappear through the velvet-draped archway.

“Wouldn’t be the same,” he murmured to himself , before slipping his hands into his pockets, still smiling like a man already lost.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

When the music softened for a moment and voices hushed , it was the voice of Bucky's mother that carried.

 “James, darling , do us all a favor and play something before the end of the evening.”

He looked mildly horrified. “Ma you know i-”

“Please,” she insisted with a regal smile , her hands clasped together like prayer. “It’s been too long sweetheart.”

The room, sensing the excitement of Lady Winifred , erupted in encouragement. 

A chant of pleads and begging began at one end of the ballroom and took like fire across the crowd.

With a theatrical sigh and a slow smirk , Bucky stepped up to the piano where he caught your gaze from where you now stood with Celeste.

Sending you a sly wink as he sat down on the bench.

As the first notes began.

You froze.

It was your favorite song.

It always has been.

Celeste nudged your ribs as Bucky’s fingers expertly danced across the keys of the grand piano. 

“He’s such a dreamboat,” she whispered , awestruck. “Tell me , how are you not falling for that?”

You swallowed hard , lips twitching as you noticed he was playing without sheet music. Without a care. Just your song.

With a thunderous applause and a bow from Bucky everyone rushed to his side as he finished the last note. 

Single women begging song requests as Dukes and Lords alike were questioning if he could perform at their events and balls. 

But Bucky was only looking at you , currently stifling a yawn as you answered a question from Celeste's mother smiling sleepily.

The rest of the night faded as the last of the ale and champagne refilled and was eventually drained. The music dulled to a halt , guests pitching their goodbyes with heavy eyes , and goodnights were said in elegant drawls. 

You kissed your mother’s cheek , hugged your father , and nodded politely as Bucky bowed low in front of you , taking your hand and brushing his lips across the knuckles.

“Sleep well , Princess,” he murmured.

“You, too… Lord Barnes,” you replied , carefully polite.

And then you retreated , up the winding golden staircase , down the corridor of your own private wing. 

A bath had been drawn — steaming and laced with lavender and bubbles threatened to spill over. Your head maiden , Olivia had laid out a silk nightdress the color a purple-ish moonstone and brushed your hair tying it back up into a braid before leaving you in quiet peace.

Peace that , of course , would not last.

Because just as you slipped into bed , nestled under the soft weight of your large duvet , a rustling sound scratched against the stone wall.

 Then a harsh thud. And after that ,  a muttered curse?

You bolted upright and headed for your window which you left slightly open hoping for a cool breeze. What you were met with wasnt a nice wind but none other than…

“James Buchanan Barnes!” you hissed , seeing that familiar mop of brown hair , you began quickly trying to throw the window fully open. 

“Are you mad?!” your eyes wide watching him try and steady himself.

“Not mad,” he grunted , halfway up the ivy-covered trellis. “Determined.”

“You’ll fall and crack your fool's head wide open!” you whisper yelled , stress level off the charts.

“I never fall , doll face, you know this ,” he called up with a grin , nearly at the base of the sill now. “Especially not when you're waiting for me.”

You stepped back just as he hoisted himself over the edge , landing with a heavy thump right on his rear , on the plush carpet.

Lord Barnes , heir to a fortune , son of a Lady and Lord , just climbed three stories just to see you.

“Have you lost every last drop of common sense?” you demanded , folding your arms over her chest , silk nightgown shimmering in the candlelight.

“I must’ve,” he said, smirking , moving closer.

 “Because I’d rather risk a broken neck than wait another second to kiss you.”

You softened. Just slightly.

“There are other , non life threatening ways to get a kiss from me  , James.” you warned , though your voice had dipped ,  chin tilting up as he stepped into your space.

“I'm always doing something a little dangerous,” he replied , brushing your hair off your shoulder. “especially when it involves you.”

He finally closed the distance and met his lips with yours.

Sighing into it , the kiss was familiar — it was the first time , not even the tenth but each time still felt like the beginning of something. 

Something only yours. Something unspoken , and yet deeply understood.

When you finally pulled apart , you rested your forehead against his chest , arms snaking around his back , hugging him.

“We can’t keep sneaking around forever,” you whispered. 

“You're already doing a bad job at hiding it from everyone , I mean were all the compliments necessary tonight.” You looked up at him , chin resting right above his sternum.

“I know , I know,” he said, arms curling around your waist. “But tonight, I needed to be with you , at your side all night.”

“And if someone just saw the way you were scaling the side of my home like a lovesick fool?”

“Then let the bards and poets write songs and poetry about it,” he muttered, pulling you back toward the bed. “I'm not ashamed of my love for you or the actions I take to show that. I'm here now with you , just us”

They lay tangled in moonlight and silk , his hand tracing idle circles along her spine , her fingers twined with his. No titles. No courtiers. No expectations or explanations.

Just them.

And their secret.

And their love.

 -end… pt.2? Let me know!

[lavandulawrites]

The fact that there are no yandere Kinich fics/hcs is illegal. Litterly, the whole internet is all over him and no single fic/hc? R u shitting me?

Anyways, if you would be as kind as to consider this following request: yandere Kinich with a darling who is in love with someone else.

You dont have to do it if you dont want to. Have a nice day and make sure to drink enough water!

A Supporting Friend

He is truly criminally underrated</3 Fun fact my saurian is called Roberto haha

Masterlist

Warnings: stalking, Ajaw being a dick (what’s new), Kinich is delusional, murder, slight gore, Kinich is jealous, female reader

Word count: 814

A second didn’t pass without him thinking of you. His hazel eyes trains on you as you went about your day. You were so effortlessly beautiful. Like a goddess. As the dark haired man snuck in the shadows following you, he couldn’t help but feel a burning hatred whenever you looked at him. He was taller than Kinich with huge muscles and a stupid smile that never left his face.

The raven haired man hid behind a large stacks of boxes as he watched over you. God knows what could happen to you now that the Abyss were more aggressive than ever.

His annoying companion popped out of thin air with a whine. “Are you seriously still following her?” the little dragon-like creature asked with amusement.

Kinich spared him not even a single glance as he continued to let his eyes watch you.

“Jeez, ya are seriously fucked in the head, aren’t ya?” the little gremlin laughed. “Just face it, she doesn’t like you. Just like everyone else, so why don’t you just trip and die?” Ajaw snickered like the little devil he was.

“Shut up” Kinich sneered as he looked Ajaw away which resulted in multiple cursers following.

Of course Kinich knew your heart didn’t belong his, at least not yet. Your eyes were sat on that disgusting fool of a man. It was a pity and made Kinch’s skin crawl.

Days passed and you continued to see Kinich as only a friend. A friend which you told all your secrets and asked for help with various matters. Normally the young man would be over the moon with being so close to you, but not when you continued to rant about him.

“Roberto looked at me today. He even smiled! Do you think he likes me Kinich?” you asked him as you looked off in the distance with a longing gaze.

Oh if only you knew how much he loved you, how his heart fluttered in his chest when you looked at him. When you smiled it was like the Celestia had granted their blessing. Still, he chose to hold his tongue and only hum at your question. “I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him” he answered with a strained voice. As he watched the red flowers that littered the meadow in front of them, he couldn’t help but imagine how Roberto’s blood would look against the lush grass.

“I want to ask him on a date” you interrupted his trained of thought. “Tomorrow” you turned to look at him with a huge smile. A bale blush dusted your cheeks as you thought about your crush.

Kinich’s heart quickened at the cute display of your blush. If only he was the one to make you blush. “Oh really?” he mumbled.

“Yeah. I want it to be perfect though. I am thinking in the field with flowers in the forest near my house. It’s the perfect spot. Really romantic.

“Indeed. Romantic” the words akin a sneer.

The next day the ancient name bearer jumped from tree to tree as he stalked Roberto on his way to hunt. The robust man was busy adjusting his crossbow, completely unaware to his surroundings. Kinich scoffed at his obliviousness and he couldn’t help the smirk that crept upon his lips.

He leapt down on the grown as silent as a feather as he crawled towards the man. His claymore already in his hand.

Quicker than a heartbeat he jumped up from the bush and ran towards Roberto.

Roberto screamed as he picked up his crossbow. Unfortunately for him, the weapon were not loaded and completely useless.

“What do you want?!” he screamed as he backed away with quick steps.

The hazel eyed man remained silent as he stalked closer and closer towards him.

With wide eyes Roberto turned on his heel and ran.

The case was as thrilling as Kinich had expected. Given his massive body, Roberto was rather slow compared to the shorter man. Stupid too.

It didn’t take long before Roberto had stopped at the end of the cliff. He was trapped between the blood thirsty man and the high fall. Neither he would survive.

Kinich had become tired of the little hunt so he leaped forward and missed Roberto’s chest by a mere centimetre. Which resulted in Roberto falling to his death with a high pitched scream that suited more a little girl than a 190 cm man.

Kinich peered over the cliff and down on the stony ground. Roberto’s body was no more than a red mass that looked like spaghetti given how he had landed on multiple sharp rocks. A satisfied smile tugged on Kinich’s lips.

Now he had to play the role of a comforting friend and hold you in his arms as you sobbed over your deceased crush. His smiled widened uncharacteristically at the thought of you finally being his.

[starboye]

starring: hugh jackman x male reader

request: HAIIIII sooo i havent seen any hugh jackman x male reader at all and i wanna request for it hehe so it goes like this hugh basiclly meets reader a coffee shop worker and hugh baiscally keep going to that same cofee shop everyday until one day things get heated between them and they end up togetherrrr

warnings: fluff, kissing, mentions of sex

directors note: am i proud of this fic? not really but i wanted to post something for you guys today

having to work at a pretty shitty coffee shop was bad but at least it paid the bills so you cant complain to much and you got to meet some nice people along the way i guess and what do you know, one of those nice people end up being the famous hugh jackman himself.

although you didn't notice seeing as it was in the middle of your regular afternoon rush, he had ordered a simple black coffee which ended up tasting pretty bad but watching you glide around the kitchen taking everyone's orders and making drinks was so... so... i cant find the words for it but you know what i mean right?

he ended up coming back the next day when it wasn't as packed and he could actually learn your name "hi sir what can i get for you today" you asked looking up at the bulky and fine man who had a soft smile on his face as your eyes met his "can i just try a pastry this time" he chuckle remembering how bad the coffee was.

which begs the question of why did he come back if the main thing the shop sells is bad, maybe it's to see your delightful face smiling at him or maybe it's to really taste the pastries and see if those are good, it could really go either way (we know what he really wants).

"will that be all for you" you ask typing in his order and in a moment of hugh not thinking he blurts out "can i get your number too" without thinking, quickly slapping his hand over his mouth before just handing you the cash and backing away.

he was thinking of just walking out the door without his food and never coming back after that slightly embarrassing moment, but imagine his surprise when you hand his the pastry with your number written on the box "call me anytime" it said below it and his heart skipped a beat watching you give him a little wink.

he struggled to find when he should call you, to nervous that you might not remember him or that you wont like him but seeing as he really liked you he just pushed through the nervousness and typed in your number, hearing the phone ring longer and longer had him dying inside, but just when he was about to call it quits you picked up the phone.

"hello" he heard you speak "hi i-im the guy that asked for your number at the coffee shop" he stammered out, crossing his fingers hoping that you remembered him "oh yeah you" the memory snapped back into your head quickly "what's up" you happily said, keys jingling in your hand to get you into your apartment.

"i was just calling to say hey" hugh said, you could hear the nervousness in his voice and chuckled lightly "well hey to you too" you said and with that hugh ended the call, heart nearly pounding out of his chest.

he still continued going to the coffee shop even if it was pretty bad but at least he got to see your cute smile and you guys had mini dates hangouts in the store, just drinking some coffee and talking about your day.

until one day where you asked him to come over and help you close the shop seeing as everyone else had left early and it was a lot to get done (fuck a health code violation) hugh showing up within minutes if it meant it was just gonna be you and him alone.

after some time of cleaning of the counters and flipping chair along with sweeping the floor (the mopping can be done another day) you and hugh talked over a drink, both of you leaning against the counters "thanks for helping me out" you say giving him a little nudge on the shoulder "it was no problem really" he laughed "i wonder how i could repay you" you hinted at something else.

"no you really dont ha-" his words were cut off by you kissing him, your lips crashed against his until his hands found their way to your hips, lifting you up into his arms and carrying you to the storage room where you fucked the rest of the night, but at least the commute to work in the morning was quick.

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[whitecompri]

can we have more dad hedgies please 😭

i dont really have an idea i just want something either really cute or angsty 😞🙏

Daddy Playtime

Check Out: Daddy Daycare

Pairing: Sonic x Reader; Shadow x Reader; Silver x Reader; Scourge x Reader.

Genre: Comedy

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Light Swearing

Synopsis: The hedgehogs have to spend more time with their daughters, but this time, they hope it will be more peaceful.

A/N: Thank you for the request! I was in doubt before if I would do a continuation for the first part, so thank you for asking, it gave me motivation to write this part.

Sonic

He had already survived an entire day with his daughter, so spending a few more minutes playing with the little one wouldn’t be that bad. Or at least, that’s what he thought.

Sonic sat on the floor in his daughter’s room, his only job being to spend some quality time with her while you cleaned the house and took care of daily chores.

“So, kiddo, what are we gonna do?” He crossed his legs, resting his hands on his knees, watching curiously as she searched through the drawers.

“Found it!” She exclaimed, approaching the older blue hedgehog with a pink box.

“What’s that?” Sonic raised an eyebrow.

“Makeup! We’re playing beauty salon today!” She opened the box, revealing various shades of makeup, tons of different lipsticks, and multiple brushes for every type of application.

Sonic’s smile faded as he stared in shock at the box.

“...You don’t wanna play something else? I dunno, Monopoly?” He shrank into himself, hoping the idea would convince her. Holding his breath, he waited for her response.

“Nah.” His ears drooped to the sides, already growing worried about what she was about to do to his handsome face.

“Painting my face? Ahhh, I don’t know, kiddo, I’m more of a ‘speed and action’ guy than a ‘beauty salon’ guy…” He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at the door as if planning a secret escape.

“It’ll be fun.” His daughter grinned mischievously.

She sat in front of him, rummaging through the box, looking for a specific lipstick color.

“Do you want a color, Dad?”

“Blue?”

“It has to be a different color, or it won’t show up.”

“I’d rather it not show up.”

“Dad!” She pouted, lifting a lipstick she had chosen. “Orange should suit you.”

The little hedgehog reached out, grabbing his cheek to hold him in place. Sonic shut his eyes from the tight grip.

Frowning in deep concentration, she started applying the lipstick with a slightly shaky hand. Sonic even held his breath, fearing what she was doing. Her hand accidentally strayed downward, immediately making him panic.

“Oops… But it’s okay, I’ll just put a bit more here to cover it up.”

“This stuff washes out with water, right?”

“It’s waterproof lipstick.”

“What?” He flinched in horror.

“Dad, stay still! You made me mess up again!” She pulled him back into place, focusing on her work.

“Are we done?”

“No, now we need eyeshadow and glitter.” She turned to the box, grabbing a tiny jar of glitter and an eyeshadow brush.

She loaded the brush with shimmering silver eyeshadow, then turned to him.

“Close your eyes, Dad.” He shut them tightly as she started rubbing the brush over his eyelids, layering on the makeup. He coughed lightly at the amount of powder she applied.

Once she was satisfied, she grabbed the jar of multicolored glitter, sprinkling it over his quills bit by bit. And finally, she picked up a mascara tube, twisting it open and carefully applying it to his eyelashes.

At last, what felt like an eternity for Sonic ended within a few minutes.

“All done, Dad! You look beautiful!” She stood up, admiring her work.

“I’m already naturally handsome…” He stood up too, walking over to the mirror. When his eyes met his reflection, he jumped back.

“I’ve got more mascara on than Rouge now…”

The orange lipstick was completely smudged and uneven, making his muzzle look more like a circus clown’s mouth. The silver eyeshadow on his eyelids was ridiculously overdone, reaching almost up to his forehead. His eyelashes were so long they nearly bothered him when he blinked. And to top it all off, his quills sparkled under the light from the absurd amount of glitter.

“Did you like it, Dad? I think I’ll be a makeup artist when I grow up!”

“Yeah… Maybe a circus will hire you to do the clowns’ makeup.”

The little hedgehog playfully punched his arm.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open.

“Sonic, dinner is almost rea—” Your eyes widened at the scene. “What happened here?”

Sonic shrugged, flashing a lopsided grin.

“I think I’m ready to compete for Miss Universe.”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter at the state he was in.

“Hey, I heard that laugh… You’re totally crushing on my new look, aren’t you?” He smirked, his silver eyeshadow gleaming even more as his glitter-covered quills shimmered.

Shadow

After the incidents with his Chaos Emerald, Shadow decided to hide it in better places where only he could find it—he wanted to avoid being teleported against his will.

So now, instead of chasing his daughter all over the city trying to stop her from playing with Chaos Control, he was sitting on the rug in her room, surrounded by toys.

She grabbed another box from the corner of the room, bringing it closer. Opening it, she pulled out several dolls. Shadow crossed his arms, watching. He wasn’t the type to play like this, but you needed some peace and quiet to clean the house, and since he was free at the moment, he took the opportunity to spend some time with his little girl.

He just didn’t know how quickly things were about to spiral out of control.

“Here, Daddy, you’re gonna have these.” She grabbed a doll, a toy car, and a dinosaur, placing them in his hands. Shadow raised an eyebrow, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to do with them.

Shadow held the doll, staring at its plastic face with narrowed eyes. He meticulously examined the toy, trying to see if it did anything interesting, but it was just a regular doll.

He let out a heavy sigh. “Now what?”

But then, he froze, completely motionless, as his daughter brought a tiara to him and placed it on his head.

“There, Daddy, now you’re the queen.” He furrowed his brow.

“Queen?”

“Yeah, you’re the queen now. Take your dinosaur and put it in this farm here.” She pointed to a fenced area with other animals.

Shadow looked at the plastic dinosaur, thinking for a moment. That dinosaur was obviously a carnivore.

“If I put it there, it’s going to eat all the farm animals.” He tried to engage in the game. She pouted, looking at the animals thoughtfully.

“Well, it needs to eat somehow, right? You can leave it there.” Shadow, somewhat surprised, complied, placing the toy in the designated area.

“Daddy, now there’s going to be a party here. You need to get your Barbie ready for the ball.”

He looked at the doll in his hands, confused about how exactly he was supposed to do that.

He watched as she grabbed a toy brush and started combing her doll’s hair. Shadow ran a hand over his own quills, wondering if he really had to go through with this.

Then, he reached for the small brush and awkwardly began brushing his doll’s hair, doing it quickly and clumsily.

“Daddy, now you have to say that Barbie is going to the ball.”

Shadow looked at her, completely bewildered.

“I’d rather not...”

“Please, Daddy.”

Shadow sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“...Barbie is going to the ball.” He closed his eyes as his daughter giggled—at this point, she was probably doing it on purpose.

“Oh no, Daddy, too bad! You got arrested.”

His eyes shot open, focusing on his daughter, who was now holding a police car, placing it right in front of his doll.

“...What?” He raised an eyebrow.

The little hedgehog took the doll from his hands and put it inside a box, which was apparently supposed to be a prison. Shadow remained still for a few moments, trying to comprehend what was happening.

“Daddy, your dinosaur invaded the prison and saved you!”

“What kind of game is this, anyway?” He asked, crossing his arms as he watched her place the doll on top of the dinosaur, making them both escape the imaginary prison.

At that moment, her bedroom door slowly opened, drawing both of their attention to it.

Your eyes immediately landed on Shadow—with the tiara still on his head. You raised an eyebrow at him. The hedgehog’s eyes widened in realization, remembering he was still wearing it. Before anyone could blink, his hand shot up, snatching the tiara off his head and placing it on the floor.

“Daddy, you can’t take off your crown! You’re the queen!” His daughter protested.

You chuckled.

“Queen, huh?” You leaned against the doorframe, teasing the black hedgehog.

“I’ve been trying to figure out what’s going on for a while now, too.”

“But Daddy, the queen is going to get arrested again if she doesn’t wear the tiara!”

Shadow let out a deep, defeated sigh. He grabbed the tiara, placed it back on his head, and crossed his arms—completely resigned.

Silver

After almost witnessing the complete destruction of his living room, Silver felt much happier and more comfortable being back to spending some relaxed quality time with his daughter.

He sat on the floor, placing colored pencils and sheets of paper around him. The little hedgehog approached, bringing markers and paints.

“Here, Daddy, you’re going to use these pens.” She grabbed a few markers and handed them to him.

“Thanks, sweetheart!” He accepted the markers, picking up a sheet of paper to start drawing.

For him, it was a peaceful and fun activity—perfect for spending time together.

Silver scribbled and sketched, drawing a simple landscape with mountains, some trees, and the sun shining above. He smiled to himself at the result, excited to see what his daughter had created.

“Look at my drawing, Daddy!” She turned the paper toward him. The hedgehog looked eagerly, curious about what she had drawn—until he froze, furrowing his brow as he tried to make sense of the image.

He placed a hand on his chin, scratching it thoughtfully.

“Uh... What is this?” He pointed at a dark blue figure, a scribble that was hard to decipher.

“A squid with a sword!”

Silver nodded as if he understood.

“And this one?”

“A bee dragon.”

He raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out how something that looked like a yellow-painted rat could be a bee dragon—but he quickly gave up trying to rationalize it.

“Well, it looks great, sweetheart. Keep it up.” He ruffled her quills playfully.

“I’m going to use the paints now, Daddy.” She turned to grab the paints. “Hmm, I’m missing a color.” She looked at her desk, spotting the paint she needed.

Using her psychokinesis, the small paint jar started floating toward them. However, just as it passed over Silver’s head, the jar tipped over, spilling paint all over his quills.

Silver flinched and froze as he felt the cold paint land on his head. But once he realized it was just paint, he relaxed. The hedgehog grabbed a clean piece of paper, instinctively trying to wipe it off.

“Daddy, wiping it will only make it worse. It’s already all over your quills.” The little one stood up, looking at the mess of paint now covering his head.

“It’s okay, I can wash it later. Actually, since I’m already messy, why don’t we just get even messier?” He reached for another jar of paint, dipping a brush deep into the colorful liquid.

“Good idea, Daddy! We can make lots of paintings this way!” She copied him, grabbing some brushes and mixing colors together.

Getting into the spirit of the game, Silver poured some paint onto a piece of paper, spreading it around with his hands. The little hedgehog giggled at the sight and grabbed another color, mixing it with what he had already spread.

Within minutes, the once-organized room was covered in sheets of paper painted in every way imaginable. The atmosphere was filled with cheerful laughter.

Silver and his daughter stood side by side, both covered in paint, proudly admiring their work.

“Daddy, our masterpiece looks amazing!” she said proudly.

“It really does. Great job, sweetheart.” He crossed his arms, his quills puffing up in satisfaction.

The door beside them slowly began to open.

“Looks like you two had fun in here.” You observed them with a small smile. Then, your eyes scanned the colorful mess covering the floor, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yes, Mommy! First, we drew, and then we made a masterpiece.” The little one giggled, hugging Silver’s leg. He gently placed a hand on her head.

“I’ll clean everything up, don’t worry.” The hedgehog reassured you about the mess.

“It’s alright. Keep having fun. I love the masterpiece my two artists created.”

Silver scratched the back of his head at your words, letting out a small chuckle.

“Daddy, can we make another masterpiece?”

“Of course we can, sweetheart.” He immediately grabbed fresh sheets of paper, ready to start another round of creative fun with his daughter.

Scourge

He sat down with difficulty on the tiny pink children's chair at his daughters' play table, watching as the two little troublemakers approached him. Scourge had spent the entire day trying to escape them, but it hadn't worked. In the end, he had no choice but to spend time with them while you rested.

The green hedgehog crossed his arms, watching as the older one flashed a mischievous grin at him, while the green-furred younger one, still sucking on her pacifier and toddling unsteadily, carried a gray box.

"A’right, what’s the deal? Spit it out, kid."

“Dad, we want to paint your nails.”

Scourge’s eyes widened in shock.

"Pfft, yeah, like I’m really gonna sit here n’ let ya paint me up like some kinda princess." He laughed, adjusting his sunglasses on his head.

“If you don’t let us, I’m gonna tell Mom that you didn’t want to spend time with us!” She crossed her arms, staring him down challengingly.

The threat made Scourge’s eyes momentarily widen before he muttered something under his breath.

"Tch… aight, fine." He sighed, placing his hands on the table.

The older one giggled excitedly, pulling up a stool for herself, placing the box on the table, and then lifting her little sister into an empty chair.

She picked out a few colors and lined them up in front of her father. The youngest simply watched with her big blue eyes. She reached for his hand, holding it firmly as she grabbed a bright hot pink nail polish and began carefully applying it.

Scourge’s ears drooped back.

"This is freakin’ humiliatin’…"

“Dad, hold still, or I’ll mess it up.”

He sighed.

"Y’all ain’t got a better color? Green, black, purple, somethin’ that don’t make me look like a damn cupcake?" He propped his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his hand.

“I have those, but I want hot pink.”

"Y’all are havin’ a real good time watchin’ yer old man suffer, huh?" Scourge huffed, but he had to admit, his daughter was surprisingly skilled at painting nails, despite the strong smell of nail polish irritating his nose.

A few minutes later, she finished painting both of his hands. Scourge scowled at his pink nails before shifting his focus to his older daughter, who was now setting up tiny teacups and a plastic teapot on the table. She placed a few stuffed animals on the remaining chairs.

The green hedgehog watched curiously as she worked. Then she picked up the teapot and ran out of the room, returning shortly with it full—probably with something to drink.

Scourge crossed his arms, observing with interest as she arranged everything. But his eyes widened when she placed a folded piece of paper in the center of the table with bold, messy handwriting that read "Gang Meeting."

She then took her seat.

"The hell is this?" Scourge glanced at her, confused.

“Tea party!” she answered cheerfully.

"Wait—since when did tea parties turn into gang meetin’s?" he asked incredulously.

“We need to talk and decide what to do about the gang on the other street…” His daughter gave him a serious look.

"A’right, this gang stuff’s gettin’ a little outta hand now."

She grabbed the teapot and poured some of the liquid into all the teacups.

"Yo, what the hell did ya put in here?" He picked up his tiny cup, squinting at the liquid inside.

“I took one of your energy drinks, Dad.”

Scourge’s eyes widened in horror. He immediately lunged forward, snatching the cups away before they could take a sip.

"Since when did y’all get old enough for this kinda junk?" He narrowed his eyes, pouring the liquid back into the teapot and keeping it far away from them.

“Dad, you’re the boss of the gang. Shouldn’t we give them a little scare?” She crossed her arms.

"What kinda nonsense y’all talkin’ ‘bout now?" He raised an eyebrow. The youngest cooed softly, locking eyes with her father.

“See? Even my sister agrees we need to teach them a lesson. I say we throw rotten eggs at their leader’s house!”

Scourge blinked once, then twice, before a slow smirk crept onto his face.

"…Y’know what? That actually don’t sound half bad. A’right, lemme hear the details." He leaned back in his tiny chair, now fully invested, taking a sip from his cup before refilling it with more energy drink.

At that moment, the bedroom door slowly creaked open.

Your eyes landed inside, and you raised an eyebrow at the scene before you.

There sat Scourge—way too relaxed in a chair that was far too small for him—his nails painted bright pink as he delicately held a tiny teacup, pinky raised, sipping the liquid inside. His youngest daughter, still sucking on her pacifier, focused entirely on him, while the older one chatted excitedly.

“…What are you all up to in here?” You crossed your arms.

Scourge wobbled in his seat, nearly toppling over, and choked on his drink, coughing as he pounded a fist against his chest.

“It’s okay, Mommy! Daddy was just playing tea party with us!” the older one said innocently.

Scourge cleared his throat, adjusting his jacket collar.

"Yeah, yeah, that’s it—just havin’ a lil’ tea party with these tiny monsters." A single bead of sweat rolled down his face.

Your eyes flicked down to his hands.

“Nice nails. The color suits you…” you teased.

Scourge stood up and sauntered over to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you close.

"Babe, I just got my pride stomped on by my own kids… don’t ya think I deserve a lil’ somethin’ for my troubles?" He rested his forehead against yours.

“Of course. Your compensation will be washing the dishes after dinner.”

He groaned in frustration but quickly leaned in and stole a brief kiss from your lips.

“Ugh, Dad,” the older one gagged. “You could’ve done that somewhere else.”

"Aw, c’mon, what’s the big deal? I can’t even show yer mom a lil’ love?"

She folded her arms with a huff.

"An’ y’all better get used to it, ‘cause I’m gonna kiss yer mom whenever the hell I want. An’ if ya whine too much, no more sneakin’ cookies from the pantry."

You couldn’t help but laugh at the look of utter betrayal on your daughter’s face while the younger one giggled softly.

[glennrheesworld]

i know you write fluff but can you write more angst in this request.

both glenn and y/n are like dating, maybe even married. y/n is doing something when a guy comes and tries to kiss her and glenn comes rescue her.

if this is too much, you dont have to write this. you can ignore it if you want. thank you anyway :3

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮~

genre: angst & fluff pairing: Glenn x f!reader summary: When you think you can't fight any longer, Glenn comes to rescue you. warning: cursing, SA, & mention of blood

a/n: sorry for not posting in months, I've been dealing with some personal stuff in life and it's taken a huge toll on me (not proofread/rushed)

A new survivor, David, had arrived at Alexandria two days ago and his presence did nothing but discomfort you. His eyes were always somewhere else, but your face and his inappropriate comments just made it worse.

Glenn knew about this, you having told him the second time it happened. You didn't want to cause any trouble, so you kept quiet after a while.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Glenn places a hand on your waist and pulls you in to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. “Mm, hey,” you smile at his affection.

You notice the leather gloves he wore, wondering what he was up to. “What are you going to do?” You ask him, pointing at the gloves he wore. His gaze goes down to the gloves, “Oh, I’m going to help Rick and Daryl unload some boxes Aaron found on his run.”

Just as he said that you hear Daryl’s whistle, getting Glenn’s attention as the gates close shut. The truck drove in reverse, backing up with a few boxes loaded in the back.

“Gotta go help now,” he presses another quick kiss on your lips this time, before turning to jog towards the group.

After seeing Glenn get to the others, you turn back to what you had been doing previously; pulling out weeds and dead plants from the little garden you grew. You dig into the moist dirt, carefully pulling out stems and leaves.

You continue doing this for a while before going to the back side of the house, grabbing the hose to rinse your hands.

Glenn and the others had finished unloading the boxes, carrying them to the inside of the church so Gabriel could take care of the rest.

With one hand holding the hose, you rinse the dirt off the other. You do the same thing to the other hand before turning the hose handle off.

The sound of a low whistle gets your attention once you straighten up.

Just as you turn around, you’re met with David. You feel your heart begin to race with nervousness as you spot the smirk plastered across his face; his eyes are filled with something other than friendliness.

“What are you doing all alone, sugar?” He swipes his tongue over his top lip.

“What are you doing here?” You furrow your brows, anger, and frustration washing over you as you glare at him. He wasn’t supposed to be back here.

He lets out a chuckle, a disgusting chuckle. “Aren’t you a feisty one?” He comments, deciding to come closer to you. The look in his eyes makes you shiver as you take a step back, clearly angry.

“Let’s have some fun, baby.”

“Don’t come any closer!” You ordered him, fists tightening at your sides.

David just smirks at the sight in front of him, without doubt enjoying how you looked, all terrified yet willing to fight. “Or what?”

“Or Glenn will fuck you up—” David’s hand pulls your arm, making you tumble flush against his chest. You could smell his nasty sweat and feel the dampness on his shirt.

You pull yourself back, your wrist still in his hand. Adrenaline runs through your body, attempting to swing your free arm at him, only for him to catch it with his other hand.

“Let—” you shake your arms, trying your best to set yourself free, “—go!”

David can’t help but chuckle, turning you around to push you up against the wall of your house. Your shoes squeak on the wet grass, the hose still on the ground.

Your eyes tear up, struggling to get yourself loose from his strong grip. The feeling of not being strong enough hits your guts. David was stronger than you and you know that. Still, something in you wanted to believe it wasn’t true.

And just imagining what he could do to you frighten you to the core.

“Not so strong, are you?”

He taunts you, disgust and fear settling at the pit of your stomach. You didn’t want to cry but hot tears were already beginning to spill. You could feel your vision blur as you turned your head away, not wanting to see his monstrous face.

David presses his body against yours, trapping your legs so that kicking isn’t an option. You tremble, your strong act now gone. “Please, stop!”

With quivering lips, you shake your head as his face is close to your neck, inhaling like a creep. You shut your eyes in fear, praying he would get off you.

His free hand slithers down to your leg as he then grasps your thigh. He gives it a rough squeeze before letting out a vicious chuckle. A laugh that makes your skin prick with goosebumps.

“Heh, I can’t believe I finally have you all to myself.”

He’s suddenly yanked back by his shoulder, someone turning him around. “What the fuck—” A harsh punch shuts him up quickly, enough to make him tumble back. Blood drips down onto the grass as David brings his trembling hands to cover his nose and mouth.

David lifts his gaze from the mess in his hands to Glenn. His eyes widened with fear and before he could say any dumb excuse, Glenn lunged at him.

You take a step back, face wet with hot tears still spilling.

“You piece of shit!” Glenn is on top of David, fisting the collar of his shirt as he throws punches at David’s face. It’s not long before Glenn’s fists are covered in blood. David’s face, on the other hand, is fucked up. Badly.

David grunts on the ground, unable to keep up with defending himself. Some people hear the commotion and soon Rick comes to stop it. He grabs Glenn and pulls him off David, the grass splattered with red specks.

Glenn stumbles back, eyes trained on a badly injured David. David’s nose looked broken, blood coming out his nose. His face was just stained with his own red fluid and with a couple of yellow-greenish marks.

You watched the whole scene unfold in front of you, a trembling hand covering your mouth. What just happened made it way more difficult to process. Your mind was racing, and the tears kept spilling.

Rick was trying to calm down Glenn, who was trying so hard not to lunge at David again. The look on David’s face was clear as day; he fully regretted what he did.

“Lay your hands on my wife again and I’ll kill you!” Glenn snarls at David, full of emotion. Within a few seconds later, Glenn is in front of you, eyes softened. And badly injured David is taken to the infirmary.

He holds himself back from touching you, afraid that he might frighten you. Worry is written all over his face, his eyes searching your tear-stained face. “Love?”

His voice is gentle.

Your lips quiver before you wrap your arms around him. He lets out a shaky sigh as you weep into his embrace. And he begins to tear up.

He tightens his hug, burying your face into his shoulder as he rests his cheek on top of your head.

Although you were shattered by what you experienced earlier, you were a bit more eased to know Glenn would always be there for you.

[simplified-birds]

Okay hi guys, im doing well and i hope everyone else it too :)

Ive had an idea from another bird art blog ( @/birds--daily <- very good blog check it out ) to purge my ask box for a complete fresh start because i think one of my biggest problems it just the sheer amount of asks i have (83 to be exact) so, i think starting fresh and keeping the amount of asks in my box lower would really help me get back on track.

I feel really bad for doing this because ive had people message me asking how far off their requests are but i think in the long run, it would help.

So in probably a couple minutes i’ll make a follow up post saying the requests are open and they’ll be open until i get to 40 asks where they’ll close again. also ive decided to take fictional birds off of the list of things i’ll do because i just dont want, remember to read the rules before sending in a request!

Also I’ve decided that every Saturday im gonna pick a bird that i want to draw that isnt from the current asks because i think that would be fun

Thank you all for being so patient, birds will hopefully sort of be back soon <3

[om-nom-snom]

do you do rival hcs/drabbles/what have you? would love some Hop, Bede, & Marnie ones plz!! (also if specified gender is alright could it be fem, masc, fem? ty if you do or np if you dont!)

[Dating Headcanons]

Adult!Hop x reader, Adult!Bede x reader, Adult!Marnie x reader

Hop <3

Dating Hop sure is an adventure at times

Our loveable Pokémon professor in training is just as excitable about dating as he is about... Well, just about everything

Right from the first date you have him hook, line, and sinker

As soon as you're comfortable he's introducing you to his family, he's particularly keen to have you meet Leon

Don't worry, Leon loves you

Hop isn't scared of PDA, including in front of his family, and he's happy to follow your lead on it

Expect plenty of very entertaining family barbecues with Hop always keeping an arm around you

He loves when you visit him at work too

It's so easy for him to get wrapped up in all his work and research that sometimes you need to drag him away for a break

Often the promise of kisses and a fresh cup of tea is all the convincing he needs

Hop brings you on fieldwork too, he likes getting to combine two of his favourite things

I feel like he confessed his feelings originally after being away on fieldwork, he came back and gave you an applin as a confession

Dating Hop is definitely exciting, but he's also a very devoted and affectionate partner

Bede <3

The fact Bede managed to get a boyfriend is a literal miracle

Hop thought you both were kidding at first

Bede was super sweet when asking you out though, all embarrassed and blushing while asking if you were free for dinner

He's usually not the most open with his affections in public, generally he prefers to keep things private

That is, unless he's jealous

Then all bets are off and you have a new appendage with an amazing pink jacket

In private Bede is fond of small shows of affection, caressing your cheeks and kissing your hands are some of his favourites

He takes you out on plenty of dates too

Cute cafes in Ballonlea, nice restaurants in Wyndon, nature walks through the wild area

He's surprisingly doting and makes sure to protect you from any potential league drama you might be exposed to as the partner of Ballonleas gym leader

Speaking of him as gym leader, he keeps a private box at his stadium for you and Opal so the two of you can spectate his matches in comfort

Opal spends most of the time gossiping with you, and sharing the odd embarrassing story involving Bede

He always goes bright red when either of you mention anything but he's secretly glad you two get on so well

Marnie <3

Okay, so I feel like Piers and Team Yell would be so preoccupied keeping boys away from Marnie that they wouldn't think twice about female friends of hers

After a couple years of knowing her and being close friends you two start officially dating

Though she definitely kissed you before ever taking you on a date

You're the first person she's ever actually dated so she takes a little while to feel things out

Piers is the first to know and that's after well over half a year of you two dating

Marnie would definitely be happy if you had something in common with Piers that the two of you could bond over

She wants the two most important people in her life to like each other

Despite her reserved nature she can be quite forward in her affections

Expect her to take charge in turning you to face her for kisses or even pulling you into her lap in private

She loves physical contact, feeling you against her in any way is just so comforting

Marnie also loves to hold your hand, even in public, and she'll tell off anyone that comments negatively on it

Expect to be treated like absolute royalty by the new Spikemuth gym leader, including your own mini protection squad

Thank you for the request Anon! I hope you don't mind me aging up the characters a little, I love these guys and their canon careers post game so much that I couldn't help myself :)

[sku11s1asher]

Hi omg first time requesting from someone, but like soulmate aus?!?? Can you pretty please (if you can) make one of like arataki itto and the reader (male obvs) where its the first words of your soulmate and ittos first words are like something completely stupid??? Thabk you if you can but its alright if you dont wanna!!

itto x gn/male reader (soulmate au)

notes: i love itto, sorry this took so long bae; i had a fic already but my friends said it sucked so here’s this. i actually need to get a beta reader..i finish fics but i look into them too much and delete it without an actual reason. beta readers hmu frfr ;3

⊹ you always knew your soulmate was the brightest crayon in the box, you got a reminder of it every time you looked at your wrist, ‘worm’ was there.

⊹ though you won’t lie, you were very curious on who they were..who wouldn’t be?

⊹ you lived in liyue, you looked everywhere trying to find your soulmate, but there wasn’t anyone that dumb. at least not that you knew of..

⊹ you complained to your friend, kazuha, about it a lot. eventually he had enough and decided to take you with him on his next trip to inazuma.

⊹ once you arrived in inazuma, you kinda maybe forgot about your soulmate and explored the city looking for interesting things instead of your soulmate.

⊹ you were walking around town talking to kazuha, “what compels someone to do something so stupid?” you asked, “well if you knew him, you'd know he's the definition of stupid,” he responded. all you could think about was how and why a grown man would battle against children, with beetles. “what’s his name again?” “arataki itto.”

⊹ once you heard the man’s name, it immediately reminded you that you needed to look for your soulmate. “kazuha, you’re distracting me from my mission!” “your mission?” “finding my soulmate..?”

meet

⊹it’s been around 3 days, and still no soulmate. you were walking around the city, sulking to yourself about how you’d be alone for life since your soulmate obviously died. you didn’t see the person in front of you since you were too busy thinking about how you’d be alone for life.

⊹ bump. “what the..” it felt like you walked into a brick wall, but before you could fall you felt arms wrap around your waist. “you good, buddy?” the brick wall had a voice?

⊹ you looked up and felt your heart stop, “oh my god.” you were looking at the finest man you’ve ever seen in your life. once you snapped out your gaze you quickly composed yourself.

⊹ “ah, yeah, my apologies.” you took a step back, getting out of his grip. when you apologized, he let out a big smile, “it’s no big deal, im glad you’re okay.” while he was talking, you couldn’t help but take a look at his chest.

⊹ it was like his pecs were basically asking for you to touch them, but you decided to be a good man and not touch this strangers chest.

⊹ “you make me feel funny, like we have a deep connection even though we just met.” his words caught you off guard, “what?” “you must be my soulmate!” he said after a moment.

⊹ you looked at him like he was stupid, “how did you come to that conclusion? you know what, i don’t even want to know. what’s your name?” you asked him with a sigh.

⊹ “arataki itto!” he exclaimed with a huge smie. you immediately busted out laughing. you didn’t expect this guy who looks like he could pick up a house by himself, to be the guy who fought children with beetles.

⊹ you immediately apologized when you saw him pout, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to laugh. i just didn’t expect you to be the guy who does the beetle fights.”

⊹ “let me see your wrist.” he asked but he grabbed your wrist before you could answer. after a few moments of closely looking, he hugged you, “i knew it, you’re my soulmate!!”

⊹ you could barely move your arms to hug him back, he was sucking all the air out of your body with the tight hug.

⊹ “cmon, i need to show my soulmate to the gang!” “gang..?”

extra 1:

⊹ “please, just one touch.” you whined while leaning onto ittos chest, your hands slowly going up his stomach.

⊹ “why are you so obsessed with my chest?” he asked with a laugh, but allowed you to touch them.

extra 2:

⊹ “are you really that proud with yourself for beating children?” you asked unimpressed when he bragged about winning matches.

⊹ “you don’t understand! that kid normally beats me! this is a huge accomplishment, y/n!”

[diejager]

I MISSED YOU ASK BOX. [BURIES YOU IN PLUSHIES AND MUAH MUAH MUAH-] THANK YOU FOR YOUR DEDICATION!!!!

i read your match made in hell! makarov x reader scenario and !!!! it's so good!!! honestly im having a hard time finding evil 'couples' and whatnot!!

can i request more? i dont have a specific prompt really- please and thank you!!!! [MUAH MUAH MUAH]

Can I keep the plushies????

Schemes Cw: canon-typical violence, mention of violence, canon divergence?, tell me if I missed any.

“Мой милый котёнок,” he whispered lowly, a seductive smile playing on his lips as he kissed down your arm. His lips trailed down your inner forearm, peppering your scarred skin with featherlight kisses and lingering on the pulse of your wrist, a display of loyalty —or as loyal as he could be. “You are vicious; lethal.”

He often complimented you, telling you how you were made for one another, your lethal planning and his vile games. He showered you in this - needed - devotion to show you how much you played your part in his plan, in the betterment of his country where he could easily give you whatever you wanted at the drop of the finger. If he played his card well enough, you’d stick to his side a while longer, dedicating your time to him as much as he spent on you, running after you and bartending with you.

“My precious котёнок.”

His lips lingered on your palm, hesitant to part with your rough fingers, scarred from all the hard work you put in your syndicate, the time and deaths it took for you to build your power and reputation. He had both power and time, having all he could wish for with Konni and his little piggy bank, the financer that grew attached to his cause and devoted her time and money to him. He had all, but he hungered for more, starving for the excitement you could provide that others couldn’t. That trickiness and effort he had to put to stay in your good light, keeping you by his side as the leader of another strong faction.

“What exactly is your plan, Makarov?” You had this cold gleam in your eyes, conniving and scheming, always ready to fight him tooth and nail in case he wanted to overthrow you or play you. He admired that about you, prepared to be ten feet ahead of both allies and enemies. “I need to know what you want to help you.”

He hummed, rising to take your hands within his, cradling them as if he was praying to you, posturing before a higher figure in his life —perhaps you were at this point of his life, something he needed to have and something he wanted to cling onto for a future he saw, one that he imagined. He, after all, had obsessions that he planned on keeping close and those he would chain down to him, and you were the latter.

“Price will want revenge,” he started slowly, his dark eyes gazing into your own, watching you construct and build a scenario and add every little aspect to it, strategising a way to victory, “He will come with more force. I hear that Shadow Company is helping them.”

You contemplated his words, your pretty face splitting in a cruel grin. You leaned into him, arms easing out of his hold to grip his waist and pulled him against you, his broad chest flushed against yours. He could feel the warmth of your hands through his clothes, a grating feeling if you weren’t such an important figure in his kingdom.

“Then we prepare and strike when they’re in their weakest,” your smile portrayed one of innocence, bright eyes and small grin, as if you hadn’t seen your fair share of dogfights. “Is that not what we usually do, Makarov?”

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[luveline]

jade!! i have a rooster request (ty if you do it, love u if u dont! ur my queen). i feel like rooster doesn't uh, relax a lot? so maybe making him chill out with a face mask or something? love u!

tysm for requesting, love u ♡ fem!reader

Bradley sits back against the headboard of his bed, listening to your quiet movements in the bathroom with that 'I'm so lucky' feeling coursing rampant through his veins. 

The bed is made —though the corners aren't as neat as Bradley would tuck them— the windows open, a box fan breezing the smell of a triple wick candle his way. Vanilla, coconut, and almond. 

He's trying to think of ways to pay you back for it while you're gone. You don't like accepting repayment for anything, not dinner, not stamps for your copious letters, nothing. He might tuck a twenty into your purse. Better yet, he might ask you to get married, have a portion of his wages wired to your account whenever he fancies. 

That way, you might miss him less. And he'd be much less stressed, if tonight is anything to go by; not because of your cleaning, which he is grateful for, but because your presence feels like a balm for bad nerves. You turn the corner into the bedroom with a muted blue pot in hand and his pulse genuinely slows. 

"Bradley," you say, opening your mouth to propose something. 

"Y/N," he says, putting his hands out to receive you, pulling you over his extended leg to sit across from him. You fold your legs underneath you, taller than him for once.

"Did you wash up when you got home?" 

"Clean as a whistle," he says, eyeing the pot with curiosity, and your dainty vest top with something else. "Want me to prove it?" 

"Do you want to do this with me?" you ask, placing the pot in your palm to show him the dark writing spanning the side.

"Clay Mask." He raises his eyebrows. "For my face?" 

"Yeah. It has chamomile and lavender, so the smell might be a bit cloying for you, but it's…" You tap the lid and shimmy closer, the sheets crinkling under your knees. This close, he can see the triangles of your lashes. The urge to brush them up rises. "Don't entertain me, okay? If you don't want to do it and this will actually make you more stressed, don't say yes. But if you're okay with it I think we could really chill." 

"I'm not half as stressed out as you think I am." 

"Well, half of your stress is triple a normal person's." 

Bradley puts his arms behind his head and tries to give his muscles a subtle flex. You know him too well, rolling your eyes fondly as his biceps dance. 

"It'll definitely relax me if you put it on me," he flirts. 

Your smile is impossible to hide. "You can close your eyes, yeah?" You shuffle closer still as he complies, the gentle hum of sound complimented by the quiet in and out of your breath and the shushing of of your plaid pants rubbing against his as you lean into his space. "It'll be cold," you warn. 

Bradley smiles. "Just lay it on me, sweetness." 

You unscrew your pot. After a moment, he senses your hand, and then cold spreads against his cheek in a soft lump. You smooth it down flat over the planes of his face, melting his heart with the care you show his scars. They were healed years before you met and still you worry you'll hurt him as your fingertip glides over his chin. The smell is heady but with a little hint of sweetness to tide it over.  

It could smell of chicken shit and he'd stick it out just to feel you touching him like this. 

"Do you ever wonder what your top lip looks like?" you ask as you paint the skin either side of it. 

"Nope. You like the stache, babe, you know you do." 

You sit back on your heels. Bradley opens his eyes, his skin cold and sticky. 

"How do you feel?" you ask. 

"Better already." And it has nothing to do with the face mask. He couldn't care less about how corny it is, but you've really made him feel better with your touch alone. 

"Will you do mine?" you ask. 

"You kidding? C'mere." 

He's halfway through painting your face when he starts to feel stiff around his mouth. "What's happening?" he asks, batting down his alarm. 

"It dries solid," you murmur, trying not to move too much under his touch. "Gotta wash it off." 

The mess of clay and water that runs down his arms as he does is enough to put his stress levels back where they were, but your soft laughter from beside him makes up for it. "Looking fresh, Bradshaw." 

He gets clay on his lips trying to kiss you. 

[ranhaitanisgf]

For your event can I have a fluff scenario with "delinquent and class president" & "stuck together" for Angry please? They get stuck in a janitors closet overnight at school & reader ends up comforting Angry?

—souya (angry) kawata // delinquent & class president // stuck together

☆ ˎˊ˗ halloooo everyone ! thank you anon to requesting this; i hope ur still around to read this ! i dont have a whole lot to add to this, but angry is such a cutie :D enjoy !! xoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.4k+

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader

masterlist || 2k masterlist

“hmm…” you pondered to yourself, wandering through the hall looking for potential candidates to help you. 

you weren’t sure if this task was even a part of your class president responsibilities, but you couldn’t not help when your teacher had asked you to, (you were unfortunately very weak to people asking for help, but you chose to see it as a positive point). 

when you had seen the horrendously chaotic state of the supply closet, you weren’t sure how your teacher had thought that you would be able to get the absolutely giant box of class handouts out of there by yourself, especially given he hadn’t been able to get it out himself. nevertheless, you decided to take the task on, setting out to find a good partner to help you out. 

except, you’d run into a bit of problem. 

every person you had approached had immediately run away, telling you some half-assed excuse to get out of it. it left you in a bit of a pickle; you now felt obligated to grab this massive box, but you probably would crush yourself if you tried to grab it by yourself. 

however, when you saw a flash of blue hair walking by, you finally found the solution to your dilemma. 

“souya-kun!” you called out, turning on your heel to catch up with him. he perked up at the sound of his name, looking back to glance at you. “hi! do you have a spare moment?” you asked, walking with him. 

“i think so…” he answered, his soft voice contrasting his stony expression. 

“perfect! do you think you could help me with something real quick?” you asked, putting your hands together in an effort to move him. “it won’t take more than ten minutes of your time! i can’t do it by myself, but the teacher asked me to grab this ginormous box and i can’t leave until i bring it to the classroom!” 

“oh, okay.” 

“yes! thank you so much! you’re truly a lifesaver!!” you exclaimed, relief flooding through you, (you’d been starting to feel a bit worried you would have to just pray to god that you wouldn’t get crushed by a box). “it’s not that far away from here!” 

“alright.” angry answered, following you as you led him down the hall. he was quiet throughout the short walk, not attempting to make any sort of conversation with you. the silence wasn’t unnoticed by you, but you found that it was calm and nice rather than awkward and uncomfortable, which was something you could appreciate, (somehow, you found silence rather hard to come by nowadays). 

when the two of you reached the supply closet, souya quietly followed you inside, looking around a bit at the cluttered mess of everything in the room. the door clicked closed behind him, which made you sigh a bit, glancing around the room to see if there was anything heavy enough to use as a doorstopper. 

the mess of things around the room made it hard to even see everything that was there, which made you sigh, shaking your head. 

“i’m not sure why it’s so messy in here…honestly, i’ll probably take a bit to straighten things out here before i go home.” you said. “i don’t know how anybody let it get this messy.” 

souya didn’t respond to you, instead seeming to be thinking thoughtfully about something. his silence brought you back to the task at hand, moving a few things out of the way of where the box was on the shelf. 

“okay, anyways, i just need help grabbing this box real quick, but let me prop open the door first…” you grabbed a nearby stool that seemed heavy enough to do the job, walking over to the door and grabbing the handle.

rattle. 

“hah…lemme try again…” you muttered nervously, putting the stool down and putting all your focus on the doorknob. you praying that you’d just had a bad try at the doorknob and that it was not in fact locked. 

rattle. 

once again, the doorknob didn’t budge, only rattling in place as you tried to open the door. 

“no way…seriously??” you said in shock, shaking the doorknob as you kept trying to open the door. “why the hell does a supply closet have an auto-lock door…?” you slowly turned around, facing souya with a sheepish expression on your face. 

the boy only looked back at you, a bit confused at the fact that you’d been muttering to yourself for the past thirty seconds. 

“uh, the door…it’s locked…” you explained. “please tell me you have your phone on you.” 

“smiley’s phone died, so he’s using mine right now for something.”

“oh my god…and i left mine in the classroom…” you admitted, smacking your hand against your face. “okay, actually, it’s fine. someone will walk by and hear me if i start screaming, right?” you pondered. “i’m not sure how long i can scream for though…” 

you heard a small thump! as souya sat himself on the floor of the closet, his knees pulled to his chest as he suddenly buried his face in his arms. 

“gah! souya-kun!” you exclaimed, rushing over and kneeling down next to him. “are you alright?! i’m so sorry, this is all my fault!!” 

“smiley will be worried if i’m gone for too long…” souya murmured, his voice a bit shaky now. 

you hovered over him, unsure of what to do in this situation. in all honesty, you didn’t personally know him too well; of course, you’d heard all the rumors about the kawata twins a million times over, but you’d only really talked to souya in passing and through tutoring sessions you gave the both of them, (when they actually showed up to school). 

you wouldn’t have guessed that he was so sensitive, but you supposed you should have figured. after all, souya always had a soft and kind voice when talking, and he was always so nice and respectful to you that it made you forget all the rumors about him. 

“hey, it’s okay. i’ll get us out of here, no problem!” you assured, (you had no idea how you were going to get out of here). you sprung back up, looking around for anything that could help you. 

of course, there’s literally only junk in here. what was i thinking?

and so, you proceeded to bang against the door for ten minutes. 

you eventually stopped, rubbing your sore shoulder as you kneeled down next to souya. he hadn’t moved or said anything else at all, which was worrying you a little bit. 

“okay, i think i lied…i’m sorry. i don’t know how to get out of here. but! i’m sure someone will find us eventually!” you said, trying your best to assure the boy in front of you. 

what to do, what to do…

you sat down on the floor next to him, shuffling a bit closer to him, (you had to admit, it was a bit daunting that you two were currently locked in a closet, but you chose to put it out of your mind). 

“y’know, when i was younger i beat someone up.” you randomly admitted. souya’s head perked up at this, which made you feel a bit more confident in continuing with your story. “yeah, i haven’t told anybody ‘cause i’m not sure how that would reflect on me as class president…but i mean, he totally had it coming, y’know?!” you exclaimed, your expression reflecting your true emotions on the incident. “he was being such an ass! i don’t even remember what his name was, but he would always pull on the girls' hair and would mess with the quiet boys in the class, and it totally pissed me off!” 

“...you beat him up?” souya asked quietly, a curious expression on his face. 

“yeah! and then i got expelled…but, it was totally worth it!” you said confidently, curling your fingers into a fist. “of course, i don’t think i could beat anybody up now. i would probably be the one getting beaten up, haha.” 

“why?” 

“oh, well…i mean i dunno. back then it was pretty easy because everyone was just as weak as everyone else, but now that we’re older everyone has different strengths. i mean, you and your brother are for sure stronger than i am, right?” 

“...yeah, you’re right. there was this time me and my brother, we challenged these dudes from…” as souya began to talk, you smiled, noticing his head was fully out of his arms. the expression on his face had changed from nervous to somewhat curious and excited, making you feel quite accomplished. his voice was soft and calm as he talked, and unknowingly, listening to him talk was also calming you down as well, making you feel more relaxed. in fact, you even forgot for a moment that the two of you were currently locked in a closet. 

how cute…

you supposed it wasn’t terrible to stay here for a while longer.

[hollyseb]

FIGHT FOR ME - oneshot

Avenger!Bucky x reader

MINORS DNI, dont copy or translate my work :)

Warnings; violence, sexual language

just a quick one as i’m in the middle of my exams. let me know what you think :)) requests are open!

You’d assimilated fairly well, working alongside the avengers. Being a PR agent meant you could do influential work, while remaining on the sidelines, just as you liked.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago that you realised how dangerous positioning yourself next to the avengers would be. You became a target.

You very slyly missed an attack on your way home, a member of hydra waiting on your backseat with a knife and a plan to hold you hostage. It was only when Nat caught wind of the man on the tower cameras that she dragged him out and almost ate him alive.

The air had changed in your workplace since the threat. You felt paranoid, constantly looking over your shoulder. Steve was sending you pitying looks, his eyes raking your features for signs of fear. Nat hovered over you, making far-too-frequent visits to your office.

You didn’t like the extra attention. It was nice that they cared, really, but you didn’t know how much longer you could stand it. So when Bucky stalked to your office, advising you to take some self defense lessons, you saw a way you could get everybody off your back.

You and Bucky had a… strained relationship.

His natural distaste towards PR, and your overly positive attitude. He didn’t quite know what to make of you. Too many tense smiles, drawn eyebrows and whispered curses to count.

You couldn’t deny, you found the soldier sickeningly attractive. Broad shoulders, sculpted face, gruff voice. You swallowed those thoughts whenever he neared you. No. You didn’t need this messing with your head.

He was angsty, sarcastic, and only close to those he really trusted. Exactly your type.

He found you attractive too. Breath catching when you wore a slightly-too-short skirt, jaw clenching when he saw that you’d scheduled a meeting with him.

He felt bile rise in his throat when he heard about the attempted attack. His chest tightening with panic and anger. So, it was only natural for him to want to give you some self defense lessons, to be your sparring partner.

He knew he was crossing the line of professionality. He didn’t care. His top priority was making sure you could handle yourself in a fight long enough to stay alive.

So when the moment came, for you to tentatively step into the shared gym, you were nervous.

”H-hi James”, your voice quieter than you would have liked.

He nodded curtly in response, as you scoped out the room. Weights upon weights lined the wall, with a boxing ring in the middle. You let out a shaky sigh.

You followed him to the ring, eyes drinking in his tight Lycra shirt and gym shorts. You liked seeing him like this, casual. You couldn’t help the way your eyes fell to his defined back muscles.

He positioned himself opposite from you in the ring, his eyes trailing up your sport leggings and tight tee. You had your hair pulled into a ponytail. He licked his lips, keeping a large distance from you.

“What would you have done if Nat hadn’t of spotted that man?” Bucky asked you, his voice gruff.

”W-what?” Confusion gripping your features.

”Knife pressed to your throat. Locked in a car with your captor. What’s your next move?”

You started to feel panicked, not only at the mental image of the scenario, but at the way Bucky was intimidating you.

“Bucky, st-“

“You would’ve died”, his breathing ragged, his shoulders tense, “all because you didn’t lock your fucking car”.

You wanted to sputter out an apology, your colleague making you feel stupid for your mistake. He is correct though. It could’ve cost you your life.

Bucky sensed your animosity. He reached out and touched your shoulder, breaking you out of your spiralling thoughts.

“I want to make sure that nothing like that'll ever happen again, okay?” His voice gentle, his eyes soft.

You nodded in response, smiling tentatively towards him.

”Okay so, you need to understand that when someone wants to take you down, they will use whatever tactics they need to. You need to be ready for anything. Lift your arms and block your face.”

You followed his instructions obediently, hanging from his every word.

He circled you, before effortlessly grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back, not enough to hurt, but enough to let you know you weren’t alert properly. He had trapped your arm between your bodies as he pressed himself against your back.

“C’mon, you don’t want to make it easy for them”, his mouth near your ear, his stubble pricking your neck.

You could feel yourself becoming irritated with his condescending tone, and the way he so easily overpowered you.

You leaned forward slightly, before picking up your leg and driving your foot into his knee, kicking him back. You twisted around fast, smirking at the way his mouth fell open in shock.

He quickly recovered, sending an open hand towards your wrist in an attempt to grab you. You ripped your hand away as he stalked towards you. You stepped back, your movements fuelled by adrenaline. Unfortunately, Bucky had placed a foot behind yours, causing you to tumble backwards. You grabbed his shirt, arms flailing to prevent you from hitting the ground. He landed on top of you.

You tried to shove him off, believing you could roll him onto his back and pin him down, but he had your arms pinned above your head within an instant.

You were frustrated, desperately trying to free yourself from his grip.

He was enamoured. Staring at the way your baby hairs were clinging to your hairline, the bead of sweat running down your neck, the way your chest was rising and falling rapidly, how your mouth hung open in concentration. Fuck. He could feel himself becoming hard at the vision of you.

It was fun for him, seeing you like this. Not in your office clothes, not stressed out with your workload.

He wanted you like this in his bed, messy hair and swollen lips.

In his distraction, you managed to wrap your leg around his neck, rolling him over. Within an instant, he had you ripped from his body. Disorientating you. Flipped over onto your stomach, your hands pinned behind your back.

He lifted your head by tugging on your ponytail.

“Don’t make it this easy for them, doll” His accent drawled with cockiness.

Why were you enjoying the way he was pushing you around, teased you? The way he could control you with a singular movement.

“You know…”, you managed to grunt out, “I could assume that you like to see me like this”. You smirked at that, feeling the way his grip loosened in shock.

“Yeah doll, whatever makes you feel better about your subpar self defense skills”, he recovered, changing the subject from your confrontation.

He hadn’t seen you like this before, teasing… unprofessional.

Fuck… you were only making him harder.

You bucked your hips gently, ever so slightly breezing across his cock. Yep, you thought, feeling the hardness. God, he was so big. You could hear Bucky take a sharp intake of breath.

He leaned back over your body, teeth grazing the side of your neck. He could barely restrain himself from tearing you apart.

Instead, he ripped himself away from you, exiting the ring and slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder as his chest fell and rose dramatically.

Not like this, he thought. He might be a modern man but deep down, he was still from the 40s. You deserved better than this.

Fuck, you thought, had you read the signals wrong? No, no, no. A PR worker making a move onto an avenger. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Hastily, you collected your things, regretting your bold decision. As you opened your phone to book an Uber home, you read a text from an unknown number.

Same time tomorrow, doll. Bring a spare change of clothes, I want to take you out after.

TAGLIST

@scott-loki-barnes @kandis-mom

[onskepa]

Can you do the sully family and tonowary family reacting to the movie All quiet on the western front? I am really curious what would they think of ww1 as being more violent and ferocious and if can be longer than other requests by making them reacting to more scenes and dialogue between the characters and the scenes to be written with a more darker collor, of course if you want if you refuse. I won' be upset:)

Okie dokie, now for this I did limit the characters reacting because it is a sensitive topic, and realistically I dont think many are willing to watch it. However, please do enjoy this!

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Front lines

“Again, why do I have to learn this…? I don't even live there” spider asks in a bored tone. Pushing aside an old text book. Norm looked at spider, feeling a bit irked. 

“True but I think it's best to learn where your species is from. I get you hate this but its important. It's important for all of us to learn where we came from, "Norm explained. 

Spider sighs and grabs the textbook again, flipping through the pages. “If I am going to learn anything, at least teach me the good stuff? All of this war crap, and political shit is too boring even for you to care. Also, this hits literally too close to home” 

Norm nodded, seeing his perspective, “yeah, true. There is good history, but there is also bad history. It's even more important now since humanity is repeating it all over again” 

Spider let his eyes wander, and saw not too far, in another room were a group of some dudes watching a movie. 

“I know, how about a historical movie? I know I will learn with that” 

“All Quiet on the Western Front?” lo’ak reads the title of the little box he holds. Spider invited his friends to watch a historical movie with him. As a “learning process”, which is more like an excuse to get away from his human lessons. None the less, lo’ak, the rest of the sully family and tonowari arrived along with his mate. 

In fair warning, spider did say to tsireya and her siblings that they may not like it. And it is certainly not something tuk will enjoy watching either. So they went off to do something else.

“This is a world war 1 film” jake says as he looks at the description of the movie. World war 1,2, and 3 were one of the biggest historical impacts of all time. Era’s that should not be forgotten in human history. Something that oddly jake would secretly agree to. It is something spider has to know about. 

“Welp, lets grab some blankets and comfort foods, this is not going to be a fun movie”

“World War 1?” neytiri repeats. 

Tonowari and the others look at both jake and norm. 

“At that time, it was just world war. Until the second war came, and then the third. So far it was just three world wars” norm explains.  

“For now” jake adds. 

“For now, there were three times where our world fought with each other in a way like no other war before it. Countries fighting each other to near ending. A time where peace was just not possible” norm went on. Giving a quick explanation of the over all world wars. 

“Each world war was different. The first world war was caused by the assassination of an important figure” 

“The second was a mad man who wanted to rule the world,” Jake interjected. 

“And the third…?” ronal asks. 

Jake and norm looked at each other before looking at her. 

“We don't talk about the third” 

Human history was always a complicated thing. Even when learning it from Grace, neytiri never understood their violent nature. Learning that these wars happened, it seems to her that true peace will always be something of a fantasy. 

“Will this explain about the war?” lo’ak asks. 

“The wars had affected millions of lives. This will cover just a small portion  of those people. Show their side of history” jake answered. 

“And pay close attention spider, I will quiz you,” norm reminded spider. The boy groaned in misery. 

Already at the beginning, the screen displays an image of despair and misery. Endless bodies all over the grounds. Bullet flying, some hitting already dead corpses or missing entirely. The war has begun. Explosions breaking the dirt surface, men in the trenches. Many trying to take cover, grabbing guns, hollering orders. They were in the front lines. 

As they marched forward, many soldiers moved backwards. Bullets hitting anything any anyone. 

One many seeing the horrors in front of him. Grabbing a sharp blade from a nearby deceased, he moves and swings it at the first enemy. Painting a picture of what is happening to many lives. 

“They all fell like logs….I can count more than 10 had died in that moment alone” neytiri points out. She saw the fear of death in those human eyes. Reminding her of the humans that died here in pandora. During raids or taking back stolen lands from the RDA. Two different species fighting against each other is one thing, but to fight amongst your own? Incomprehensible. 

the scene then changes to that of the aftermath.  So quiet yet red is everywhere.  The depressing music looms over, no words needed to describe just  how dreadful it is. 

Bodies are sent to one way while their uniforms are sent to another. 

“They don't rest with their last clothing?” Spider asks. Jake shakes his head. 

“at  that wise, it was better to reuse the same uniform as means to save on material and resources” 

Spider rolled his eyes, “again with the money” he groaned.  

Jake shrugs a bit, “unfortunately,  everything is involved with money” 

While the two talk, the na'vi can't help but wonder about those uniforms. 

Just how many lives were taken by one single clothing?

Paul Bammer, Ludwig Behm,  Franz Kemmerich, and Albert Kropp. 4 young bright men, all eager to join in the fight. They, along with their other school mates, listen to the final speech of their teacher. Sir Kantorek. 

“You stand here on the threshold of existence.  Remember this moment! It is a great moment.  For in years to come, you will be judged based on what you dare to become today.  The iron youth of Germany! My friend,  we are fortunate to be alive at a great tine. Your deeds will be the water nourishing the growth of a strong and noble route” 

the more the teacher speaks, it sounds very promising, 

Lo'ak cant help but remember the speeches his father gives. While different in words and how he says it, context somehow remains the same. 

As leader, tonowari is prone to giving speeches,  no matter for what reason. But already he can tell that the teacher's words are just false hope to the young boys who are about to lose their lives. 

Rain, bullets, and lots of mud were what welcomed the new troops .  Down in the trenches, under the darkened sky, was  Paul and his friend's new home. On the other side of the field were their enemies. Also doing the same. 

“They don't do that anymore? Making deep walk lines” spider asks. Norm shakes his head.  

“No, No need for that here. When the RDA was in full operation, they had better equipment to go around. No only that, but it be useless now” 

“Here though, that was kinda different back on earth. Trenches were being used just not as shelter or anything of the sort "Jake adds in. 

Spider turned to have his attention on Jake. 

“Trenches were used as means to sneak in more weapons or help people escape, be those caught in the cross fire or the injured. Sometimes we had to flood the trenches in case the enemies were going through them” 

“So some old tricks are being used to this day?” ronal asks. 

“yes, while not all of them, some good ol'tricks stand against time” 

“Shoot, change cover….” neytiri muttered. Hearing what one of the men said. Every time she shoots while being on the ground, at times she stays put until a bullet flies towards her. She never stops moving when fighting in the skies, however on ground it is different. 

Perhaps she can develop a new way the next time the fight calls for it. 

Maybe learning the old tricks wont be so bad. Even if they are sky demon tactics. 

“Neytiri seems more invested than I am…” spider whispers. Lo'ak nods. 

“maybe norm should quiz her instead of me” both boys snicker at the thought. 

“spider, what year does this take place?” norm was quick to ask. 

“awe shit” 

“SSSHH” 

The dark sky soon became dimly lit but bright light. Slowly fading as they land on the muddy grounds. And just as soon as they touch the earth

BOOM!!

Explosions were heard. The grounds were shaking in vibrations.  Quickly the soldiers were told and being shoved into the bunker. All huddling up, many covering their ears, some silently praying for it to end, 

“Be careful what you eat, thats what my mother always said” 

Ludwig said with a nervous chuckle. Regretting his choices and wanting to go home. Another beat him to that thought. Trying to escape the bunker, barely making it out until an explosion hit the poor soldier. 

The explosions get more intense, being ordered to get out. Shouts of fear, terror and many already losing their minds. 

The soldiers try their best to escape before the bunker collapses. And soon, it went dark. 

“one or two surely is dead,” neteyam said suddenly. Making everyone jump. 

“holy shit you scared me bro!”  lo'ak shouted. 

“I thought you went to hang out with the others,” spider said. Everyone turned, thinking the same thing, 

“I was here, this whole time,” neteyam answered. 

There was a bit of awkward silence passing by, 

“can we resume? Im starting to like it” 

so they resume watching, still odd that no one noticed him all this time. 

“RUN!! RUN!!” 

Kat tells Paul as they make a run from a farmer after stealing a bird. They laugh in glee while avoiding bullets. 

The other boys cheer in delight as they feast on their food. 

“But that was not theirs to kill, to eat” ronal says. 

“In the midst of trying to survive and live what you can, morals are not so important when you are in the middle of a war”. 

“Couldn't they have just asked the farmer for the bird?” tonowari then asks, norm shakes his head. 

“They are in the enemies land, talking civil wasn't on the board. Also the farmer looked as though he wasn't so keen on talking” 

“You do what you can to survive, and cross any line to do so” jake says. 

They continue to watch and the boys, well, now men, enjoy their warm meal. Tasting it and savoring the flavor. Feeling upbeat, they sing a song and make jokes. Finding humor in their current situation.

The war has gone on for more than than anyone would have liked. The faces of the youth has ages them more than any drink, drug, or other ways. Stress and the need for something is taking a toll. 

Something all can agree on. War is so tiring. 

Which calls for peace. 

 A man who seeks peace and is desperate to stop the war. He speaks softly and clearly unrested by the effects of the war. 

But as he makes his way to hopefully end the war, and possibly save thousands of lives, at the same time, many are about to lose theirs. 

The soldiers align by the side of the trenches facing the side of the enemy. Guns loaded and ready to attack. 

Doom looms over everyone. 

“I still dont understand, who are the bad guys in this situation?” neteyam asks. He is trying to make sense of it all. They have been following paul, a german but he and the others are in the lands of someone else. Lands that are not their home. Clearly invading. 

“Good or bad guys is a blur, everyone at the time thought they were the good ones. It was and still is complicated” his father answers. 

“I stand before you in hope that you will take our presence here today as an opportunity to take action to suspend all hostilities in the name of humanity, im here asking you for an agreement to an immediate cease-fire for the entire duration of our negotiation time. In order to spare our nations unnecessary depletion. Mattias Erzberger, head of the German delegation” 

Mattias speaks level headed, hoping to find common ground. 

“he speaks while many lose their lives”  neytiri comments. She is one for peace and all good ends, but even she knows words will not be enough to stop such blood shed. 

“Its called negotiating, trying to agree in something that both sides can benefit or agree on” norm tells her, 

“I highly doubt it will be enough” 

“You have 72 hours to agree to our conditions, these are not nonnegotiable “ 

“Too long” tonowari says, 

“Many more will die before the time is up” 

Humans are complicated, complex, unpredictable yet predictable,  full of surprises and yet so boring. Spider has come to that conclusion. He may not remember much once the movie is over but he knows that some things wont change, 

Peace will always be a hard thing to achieve. No matter what planet or what time era, peace is the last thing some humans want. The first thing they want is blood and taking as many lives as they can, not knowing or caring if they are in the right for it. 

He watches intently as the order was given for the German soldiers to march forward. Running through the muddy grounds, explosions already raining, bodies being hit. It was just like the beginning of the movie. 

Finally paul and the others managed to reach the french trenches, going down and taking the lives of the enemies. One begged for his life, yet paul shot his gun not giving a second. His breath visible to the cold air, his mind only set on surviving and trying to avoid bullets. 

Making it to the french bunker, after taking down some soldiers, paul and others began to devoir the food. Hungry and eager to fill their stomachs, until the ground rattled. 

“Here comes the big guns,” jake mutters. 

From the dusty clouds revealed heavy tanks. Early human machinery. Far from modern machine, but the purpose remains the same, 

A heavy tank, with a heavier impact. 

“oh my Eywa….” ronal covered her mouth. Bodies being flattned by those tanks, leaving nothing behind. True brutality of war. 

But that was not the end. 

Fire was the next thing. 

Many were being burned alive by flame throwers. The enemy blazing their fires, trying to get the remaining invaders from their trenches, 

Albert Kropp was sadly burned alive mercilessly.  Paul was unable to do anything to save his friend, he was being taken back. There was no time to pick up those that were left behind. A retreat was called. 

“72 hours now feels like forever” lo'ak says. If all that, everything they have seen, its only morning. 

“lets make peace” 

Peace clearly isnt the option right now.

“He eats fine while his men starve each day?!” lo'ak shouts. This ‘general’ man was sitting so comfortable in a fancy chair, dining in a warm room, eating off of fine plates and having warm meals. 

“He reaps the benefit of his position” jake whispers to him, “also calm down” 

“b-but! Still, those soldiers take and eat shit constantly while that bald headed demon is being pampered like a baby!” 

“SSH!”

“I'm a soldier" 

“I Am a SoilDer” lo'ak mocks. spider chucklered a bit. 

“SSSHH!!” 

The scene changes to paul going back to base, seeing many scream in either celebration or in pain. Word passed of negotiations happening, Many wounded. Tjaden lives, but only for a short moment before taking his life. Refusing to live his life as a crippled man. 

What little hope paul had was dwindling, seeing his comrades and childhood friends all die in a never ending conflict was tearing him down mentally. Kat is there to remind him, that soon it will all be worth it. That soon, it will end, and everyone can go home. Kat says that, but also perhaps secretly he tells himself that too. However normal it can get. 

All the while negotiations are still being met. 

“You speak of fairness?” 

Negotiating is never easy. 

The french martial shows the folder once more to Mattias, telling him to sign. To which he does. Marking history in that moment. The matters are met, and soon it shall be over. 

“Let the minutes record. The armistice here signed shall take effect on the 11th hour on the hour, on the 11th day on the 11th month” 

“So, is it over?” spider asks. 

“Not yet” norm answers. 

“if only they  just didnt move from there” neytiri sighs. 

Kat was shot, and for a stupid reason. Once again trying to steal from the same farmer. This time trying to steal eggs and the farmer's son caught up to them. Taking revenge from last time. 

“Quite dishonorable,” ronal shakes her head. 

“And he was so close to going home, back to his wife” tonowari agrees. 

“Is it even worth it? When freedom is so close” neteyam wonders. 

“When freedom is so close, son, you think and do stupid things. Freedom is so close, you think you are free now. Thinking everything will be ok, but they are just impatient and confident all will be ok, but clearly here, its not” 

Jake has been in war long enough to know not to fall for fall hope. 

Paul does his best to carry kat while making their way back to base, but each stop both lose their strength. It felt long and even more when arriving at the medical wing at base. 

“You could have spared yourself, he's dead. Straight to the liver” 

The medic said to Paul. But he wasn't ready to accept that. 

“unconscious” he argues back. 

The medic was only stating the fact. Paul trying to find any sign of life only to be met with a blank, resting face of kat. No pulse or anything, 

“now he has no one…”

The bell was ringing, signaling all soldiers  to meet in one spot. Pual joins the silent crowd. All in the same position as him. Tired, exhausted, many still bearing fresh scars from the last battle. They were just about done with the war. Many dreaming to go back home, But the General has other plans. 

“Attention!” the general speaks. 

“Soilders. We stand here as brothers in a world of enemies and are fforced to watch as German social democrats render our beloved people defenseless, by accepting a perfidious armistice.  Comrades, soon you will be going home to your parents, wives and children. The war is over! After years of sacrifice and suffering you can now look forward to your reward! To the reward of admiration for all you have achieved here” 

“They achieved nothing. They were in the trenches for 5 years and weren't able to go forward” spider points out. The general in his eyes, was full of shit. 

“They stood in the same place since day one. What reward is there that makes them think it was worth it?” 

Norm rubs his shoulder,  “no reward is worth losing thousands of live, even if you stand as a winner, you lose more before you gain” 

“Ah, but comrades,  do you  want to be welcomed as soilders and heroes on your return? Or as  weaklings and cowards who tucked their tails in when it really counted?” 

That part seemed to strike a slight nerve in pauls emotionless face. He wanted to be a coward,  he almost did many times. But those actions result in nothing. 

“we're going home” 

Many soldiers were having enough of the generals speech. The war is over, is it not? 

“Why is he still talking like something else will happen?” ronal hears that irk in the general's speech. The men are tired and have nothing left, what more can that bald man take? 

“something will” tonowari answers her. No leader wants to admit defeat. 

“Soldiers, we are about to attack them with the utmost force and vehemence.  Latierre belongs in German hands. We  will seize the plains before 11:00 am and end this war with a merciless strike. and make them see we were victorious! Onwards, with God on our side he has with our fathers before us” 

They see as the soldiers are done, they don't want to continue to fight, 

“Why must those with power push their limits? It is over, what more can he do?” neytiri asks. Seeing the faces of those who have survived so far, she can't help but feel slight pity on them. Peace is something they now desire after losing and seeing so much. 

“If he does nothing, then in his eyes it is bending the knee. Giving up is not something generals, or colonels enjoy. You remember how that was like” jake answers her, holding her close as a certain memory rises again in his mind. 

“I'm not going back into battle. Not me!” a soldier cries out. His voice was evidently tired from it all. 

Another soldier shouts at the other, hitting the already tired poor soul. They drag the man who was against it near a wall. Protesting and trying to understand what is going on. As paul and the others disbanded, they heard two gunshots. Some turned to see the man who didnt want to fight, dying all because he refused. 

“They fight one last time, they are going to die. Refuse and you still die. Is death the only way out?” neteyam asks this time. Didnt the general just call all of them brothers? Pure lies that man speaks. 

“it would seem so…” lo'ak whispers

One last  march, one last command, one last fight. Whatever energy the men had left, was just trying to survive every single second that passed. 

The camera follows paul. The movie started out with him bright, eyes shining brightly as he looked forward to bringing victory to his homeland. Now his eyes remain cold, empty, his cheeks sunken in due to lack of proper food. His skin was pale and cracked. The stories his soul can tell. 

“Rifle off! Fix the bayonet and load!” 

The soldiers follow the order and ready their weapons, 

“He isnt going to make it” ronal silently gasps. None of his friends made it out alive, he won't either. 

“I think he knew that” neytiri agrees. 

The clock was ticking. 15 minutes before 11:00. !5 minutes will feel like 15 million years to them. Every second is going like a long hour. 

On the other side, in the French trenches, the soldiers were more relaxed, talking amongst themselves. Mutters here and there. Perhaps talking about what they will do when they get home. Maybe talking about seeing someone, hug them, kiss them,  cry even. Some enjoyed their potatoes, but there were smiles. All just happy to know its over. Until the war cries were heard. 

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!” 

The french soldiers began to gather their weapons. Whistles being blown, helmets being put on, and summoning their last strength to hold off the Germans. 

“its going to be futile. Neither side will win in this” sounded more like a fact from neytiri. 

Paul was seen fighting dirty, slamming the but of his gun to the face of a enemy soldier. Using his fists, bullets, anything he can throw at them. Until one caught him off guard.  Slamming his head into the mud, the enemy tries to drown him. 

“c'mon, c'mon!” lo'ak grits between his teeth. Desperately hoping paul survives. 

Only he doesn't. 

After hitting a soldier in the head with a rock, he tumbles town to the enemy's bunker. He was so close. At 11:00 he was stabbed in the back. Gasping loudly trying to keep going. 

“he isn't going to make it….is he?” no one heard spider, he didn't need an answer. 

“here, start gathering please” 

A young soldier, fresh face. Light still in his eyes, begins to collect the tags of the fallen men. One by  one, carefully removing the tags of the names and birthday. Until he sees one familiar face. 

Paul, sitting so still its almost like he is asleep. His tag in his head, ready to be taken. He knew he wouldn't make it. 

“Oh that poor boy…” 

The fresh face collects paul's tag as well as cloth, wrapping it around his neck and resumes to collect more tags. Paul's death was now only a number in the thousands. 

The camera pans to the wide shot of the beautiful pine forest. Sun just peaking over the dark clouds. 

A message then appeared. 

“Shortly after the start of the hostilities in October 1914, the western front froze into positional warfare. By the end of war in November 1918 the front line had barely moved. More than three million soldiers died here, often while fighting to gain only a few hundred meters or ground. Almost 17 million lost their lives in the First World War”

Norm read the last message in na'vi so the others can understand. 

The credits roll, ending the movie. 

“there are no winners…” spider mutters. Feeling slightly depressed. 

“And this is just one small spec of the overall impact of the first world war, like that message said. Over 17million lives were affected "Jake informs. 

“And you say it was the first world war? How can humans fight each other?” Tonowari couldn't comprehend such mass violence. 

Norm and jake rub their necks and chins. 

“Humans are very complicated beings. Even amongst ourselves we wonder why. Of course there were many humans that were peaceful and did not accept such bloodshed. But control, greed and selfishness are what takes more power over others” norm explains. 

“At that time people thought it would be the last and they would never have to go through such atrocities ever again,” jake adds. 

“but then World War 2 happened…” spider interjects. 

The two nods. 

Ronal gets up from her seat and claps her hands, gathering everyone's attention. 

“I think we all learned many  things from this film. And now I am depressed, I would like to return to our children and revive our moods. And proper warm food” she looks down at the now cold, soggy snacks that were forgotten by the others. 

“Ah damn it! My soda!” spider cries out. The carbohydrate is now gone from his cola. 

“ronal is right, its about dinner time anyways” neytiri agrees. 

So they clean up and put away the no longer good snacks and make their way back to the village. 

“pop quiz, what year did the war begin?” norm asks suddenly. Spider was surprised to be tested so soon. 

“u-uummm…..” 

“dude, it was RIGHT there in the last message!” lo'ak tells to spider. 

“1914” neteyam answers with a smile on his face. 

“correct neteyam” norm smiles. 

“give me a break! I wasn't ready!” 

“bro, its called a pop quiz for a reason” 

Ronal and tonowari join ahead as neytiri and jake stay back for a little bit. 

“so humans have been at war for almost 200 years?” neytiri asks. Jake snorts a bit, “oh much much longer than that. And many wars after that one. Even now, war is still occurring" 

He kisses her on the temple and leads the way back, now understanding a bit more of human history and how long many have suffered, In a way, this has opened not just neytiri, but spider's eyes as well. Perhaps human history isn't as boring as he thought. 

And that is it for another cinema reaction! Hope you all like it! I did my best in only putting in the more important parts, of course some stuff had to be cut out nut either way!

Until next time! see ya!

[redheadspark]

May Prompt Sessions (CLOSED)

Hello, my Lovelies!

Can you believe we are already in May?! Where has this year gone?! I don't know about you, but I am lowkey not ready for summer to be here soon, but that's okay!

I'm ready for another prompt session for you guys! I have nothing but love for all of you for sending in requests and reading my work these past years, it means the world to me!

This Prompt Session theme is:

Show Dont Tell

Here are my rules:

1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) There is only One Prompt list for this session, you can request the number you wish for me to write. Please provide BOTH the numbers you would like AND the character to pair it with.

Example: May I have Aziel from ACOTAR with #5?

*I write out the requests as a first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *

3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number) I will only write it once! Please don't be afraid to ask if someone has already requested the character and number, I don't mind answering that for you :)

4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Sunday, May 12th, at 3:00 PST

6) Have fun and enjoy :)

Prompt List created by @writing-promptsss

making them meals/snacks

sneaking cute notes in their lunchbox/backpack/bags/bedroom/food cabinets/closet

remembering the important dates

remembering the little details about them

preparing a washbowl with warm water or a bath with warm water after they come home from a hard and cold day

preparing a special date night on the weekends

taking them out shopping and paying for the things they want

thinking of their s/o's needs before their own

preparing them cool beverages when they come home after a hot day

doing the dishes/chores when their s/o is tired

taking them out on a picnic

kissing them randomly

endless hugs and cuddles

giving them flowers

cheek/temple kisses in public

hugging them in public/holding hands in public

actively listening to what they're saying

not interrupting them when they are talking/doing something

asking them how they're doing/how their day was

sending cute texts

being their biggest fan

breakfast in bed

being their steady rock when they're having a tough time

letting go of arguments

doing anything to make their s/o laugh/smile (even if it means making a fool of themselves)

asking about their opinion

sharing everything with them

bringing them an umbrella to work/school if it's raining or driving them home if they have a car

driving their s/o home after work/school whenever they have the time (if they have a car)

Once again, I will no longer take requests on Sunday, May 12th, at 3:00 PST. Thanks and happy requesting!

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