#trying to get back to answering all the requests that piled up in my inbox

[rywritten]

What if after prison dream feelt like he was done with life or something and decided to go and kill himself so he goes to a high cliff but techno just happens too be there so just when dream was about to fall techno catches him by grabing him by the waist and holds trying too calm him down

woof! very dark prompt, but i like where you're going with this anon!

The storm was howling late into the night. The wind screamed in his ears, swirling in an ungodly hurricane of incomprehensible magnitude by the cliffside. Lightning cracked almost constantly in the starless sky. The trees swayed every which way the strong wind would bend it to its will. Rain fell and soaked through his cloak, yet he did nothing but stand at the very edge of the mountain.

Dream stood motionless, and the ground lay muddy and wet beneath his feet as if the earth itself felt his anguish.

For a moment, it occurred to him that what he's doing is dangerous and beyond careless, but then a part of him seemed to relish at the reminder. Good, it whispered. This is exactly what you need.

It would be quick.

A straight drop from the top of the world.

What would Sapnap think?

He only hesitates for a moment, lets himself indulge at the image of Sapnap's grief stricken face before he finally lets go, letting gravity do its thing as he slowly felt the invisible pull.

"Dream!"

The sudden scream had gone straight through his chest like a knife, drowning out the storm as he felt strong arms pulling him to the safety of the ground.

Then everything went quiet. Dream didn't need to turn around to know what was happening; to see who was there.

Techno had sent the both of them sprawling toward the forest, straight into a puddle of dirt and rainwater. They had landed with a loud thud, but Dream hadn't even felt the sting of sharp rocks grazing his skin. What he had felt was the displaced air, the vacuum that sucked at his cloak as he was physically pulled from imminent death and into the warmth of Techno's solid chest.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

He wanted it all to end.

"I don't know." He lies.

Dream felt Techno's arms tightening around him and if he felt them shake, he doesn't say anything.

"You're an awful liar." He hears Techno whisper next to his ears.

He isn't. Not really. Not when he's practically fooled every single person who used to care about him into thinking he was a monster.

"Never again." Techno tells him. "I don't know why you decided to do what you were about to do, but I'm telling you now I never want this to happen a second time."

Dream wants to laugh at him, at his command, as if he had any say in the matter. But he sort of wants to cry in his arms as well, soaking up all of Techno's warmth.

"Why did you stop me?" He asks him instead, refusing to meet his gaze.

"It could've been over," He was sobbing now. "I could finally put a stop to all of this."

"I don't care about how you feel," Techno nearly shouts, wiping at his tears with gentle hands despite the anger in his voice. "I care even less about who put that thought in your head. I will never never let you fall, Dream. Do you understand me? Never. You cannot die, not by your own hands and certainly not by mine."

[moonstruckme]

MAE!!! I'M HERE TO OFFICIALLY SPAM YOUR INBOX WITH REQUESTS (and no you don't have to answer all of them)

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR 8K!!!

And first I would like to order a hot cocoa with James Potter and First Snow

Once again, massive congrats, Mae!!! Here’s to even more milestones (and my spam, of course)!

Thank you lovely <33

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 451 words

You’ve been up for hours by the time James rouses. 

You’d woken in the middle of night to peer outside, pulling open the curtains when you saw the snow blanketing your neighborhood. You had every intention of enjoying the peaceful view for a few minutes before you fell back asleep, except the peaceful view proved too exciting for you to drift off again. You’ve been half dozing while you’ve watched, mesmerized, as the pile outside your window has grown and the sun has come up. 

James reaches over and pulls you back into his chest with a warm, sleepy sound. You rub his forearm affectionately. 

His nose nudges behind your ear, cold. “Y’awake?” he mumbles. 

“Mhm.” 

He tugs at your hip, and you roll over, trading one view for another. James’ eyes are squinty and unfocussed the way they always are before he puts his glasses on in the mornings, his dark curls poofy on one side and crushed against his pillow on the other. He draws a line up your side with his palm. 

“It’s early for you, lovie.” 

You smile. You’re so happy your cheeks almost hurt. “It’s snowing.” 

“Oh, yeah?” James props himself up on an elbow to look over you out the window, then turns around to reach for his glasses when he can’t see anything. For reasons unbeknownst to you, watching your boyfriend adjust the bridge with his middle finger will never become less endearing. He blinks, taking in the scene outside. “Woah.” 

“Right?” You’re giddy. “It’s been going for hours.” 

“Looks like it,” James says, but his eyes are on you. He smiles adoringly. You kiss the uptilt corner of his lips on a whim, and it tilts further. “This is weird for me,” he admits. “Usually it’s me who wakes up first and has to try to get you out of bed.” 

“Who says I’m trying to get you out of bed?” 

He cups your cheek, squeezing. “You want to go out in the snow,” he says knowingly. 

You bite down on your lip in hopes of suppressing it, but your smile is unmistakably sheepish. James laughs, kissing you. 

“Give me just a second, angel.” He sits up, raising his arms above him in a stretch. 

“We can cuddle for a while first,” you offer. 

James looks at you. “You won’t be too eager to go?” 

You shake your head mutely. 

“Really? Because I was thinking that if I make cocoa now and let it simmer on the stove, it’ll be hot when we come back in.” 

You throw off the covers, going to find your clothes. “Good point. There’ll be plenty of time for cuddling later.” 

James laughs as he follows you up.

[zablife]

Long Distance

Johnny Davis x reader

Johnny Davis Masterlist

Summary: Johnny calls from the road to check in on you. He can tell from the sound of your voice, you're desperate for him so he decides to help you...but only if you're a very good girl.

A/N: Sorry for all the requests I have piling up in my inbox! I will get to them soon. This was giving me brain rot tho. 18+ MDNI, guided masturbation, use of the term "daddy"

The phone trills once, then twice as you scramble to reach it, knocking the heavy receiver from its cradle in your eagerness. "J-johnny?" you falter softly.

"Hey, babydoll," he hums. If he closes his eyes, he can almost picture you in a pastel nightgown, brushing your hair in front of the television set as you do every night.

"Waited for your call," you simper, despite your drooping eyelids. "I needed to hear your voice tonight."

"You waited for me, huh?" he asks, a smirk audible in his voice as he realizes the need present in your voice.

"Course I did," you coo back at him and he can envision that look in your doe eyes, large and glossy as you listen to his every word with pure adoration.

"That's right, cause you're my sweet girl. So good for me," he praises, knowing how wet that makes you.

"I am," you nod obediently as though he might be watching.

"You ready for me?" he asks, even though he knows the answer to the question before he asks it.

"Want you so much," you murmur, hips rocking against the sofa involuntarily, a vain attempt to gain some kind of friction.

"Oh, sweetheart...you don't sound so good," he can't help but tease, knowing you haven't had a release in over a week. "Tell daddy what's wrong?"

You want to touch, fingers sliding down your abdomen and stopping at the band of your underwear. However, you freeze as you remind yourself it isn't allowed when Johnny's not home. The more you try to talk yourself out of it, the worse the torture becomes. The fire burning beneath your skin simply won't abate so you decide to beg. "The tingles are too bad tonight," you whine pathetically. "Please let me touch, daddy."

Johnny hums for a moment as he considers it, relishing the power he holds and then his mind is made up. "Only if you listen to my voice very carefully, little one."

Your heart leaps at his permission, chin nodding against your chest vigorously before you've even heard his terms. "Yes, yes, yes," you pant, tracing your hand along the gusset of your panties in expectation. It draws a tell tale whimper from your lips which doesn't go unnoticed.

"You're breakin' the rules, darlin'," he warns in a low growl, making you gulp and jerk your hands from your body, head turning to see if he might be peeking through the curtains.

Then you hear a good natured chuckle rumble from his chest followed by honey coated words of praise, "Just joking, sugar, want my girl to feel good all the time. But you gotta let me show you how, okay?"

You sink back into the sofa with a sigh, eyelids half closed as Johnny gives you the okay to slide your panties from your legs.

"Pull your nightie up and let it sit high on your waist now," he instructs in a thick whisper. "Spread your legs so you feel that nice, cool breeze on your pussy....But don't touch her yet."

You pant into the receiver and hear him laugh at you. "Johnny, don't!" you scold him as your crimson nails dig into the cushions, head tossed back in agony.

"Sorry, angel," he corrects himself. "Can't help but imagine you spread wide, dripping on the couch cushions," he defends himself. "My lonely little baby making a mess just cause she misses her daddy."

You bite your lip, his filthy words making you warmer by the minute. "Pl-please," you whimper.

"Oh, angel..."Johnny breathes down the line and you can practically hear him palming himself to your frantic panting. "Go on and touch. Tell me how wet you are f'me."

You trill in exquisite delight as your hand slides between parted lips, your slick coating your eager fingertips. "So wet," you echo back to him.

"Wish I could have a taste'," he murmurs in appreciation and you can vaguely hear a smacking sound in the distance. "You go on and taste for daddy like a good girl, won't ya?" he asks with a deep sigh.

"Uh-huh," you slur out in promise.

"Slow now, leave a trail up that perfect body before you suck those fingers. Got two in your mouth now?" he asks.

"Mmmmm," you confirm, pursing your lips and licking your juices.

"You taste sweet or salty tonight?" he prods, wanting to know every detail.

"Sweet," you taunt, middle finger popping from your pouty lips audibly.

"Then you're ovulatin' darlin'. Gotta get back to ya soon," he grits out, the wet sounds on his end growing louder. The idea of breeding you always a turn on for him.

"Daddy?" you whine.

"What is it, honey? What you want?" he begs to know.

"I ache," you remind him.

"Gonna take care of that right now, sugar," he promises lowly. "Rub for me like you I taught ya."

Your hand slides to your clit, fingers tracing circles feverishly now that you've been given permission. A wanton moan escapes and Johnny knows you've complied.

"Feelin' good?" he asks.

"S-soo good," you slur as your back arches off the sofa to meet your own hand.

"I know, playin' with that pussy feels like heaven, don't it?" he reminisces to himself, thinking of your soft, warmth clutching his fingers and milking his cock. "Can make you feel drunk," he adds with a sigh.

You nod in agreement, fingers fumbling against your swollen bud in satisfaction until he adds soberly, "But that's why you gotta stop when you can't think straight. Stop and count to ten."

"Wh-what?" you mutter, feeling your pulse throb in your clit painfully the moment you cease movement.

"I said, hands off," he instructs sternly. "Start countin."

You nearly cry as you begin in slow uneven breaths, Johnny humming his approval and hushing the tears he knows are threatening to spill over your beautiful lashes.

When you come to the end, he soothes you, "Good girl, I know that was hard. Wish I could see that pretty pussy clenching for me, I do," he sympathizes in the softest voice you've ever heard. Yet somehow you still want to hit him, claw at him for keeping you from your release.

"Johnny, please..." you whimper. "N-need it," you beg.

"Smack it first," he answers. As your knuckles tighten against a cushion without verbal reply, he coaxes, "S'okay, little one, didn't say I was gonna ruin it, did I? You're gonna cum hard for me in a minute. Hang on, now."

And you know he wants to hear the sounds of your palm meeting your wetness, giving you just enough stimulation to keep you on edge. Brow furrowed as your hand raises in the air, you whine against the sting, his chuckle your only answer to the question if he's satisfied.

After a long pause he sighs deeply over the line, imagining the jaw dropping sight of your red, puffy lips. "Go on, slide your fingers in," he tells you breathlessly, wishing he could feel the heat against his own hand. "You deserve it, angel baby."

"Thank you, thank you," you mutter to him as you pump your digits into your throbbing cunt, needing something, anything to help you peak.

But it isn't enough and your frustrated grunts soon prove it. Johnny knows it before you can express the thought and he whispers a solution in your ear like a savior. "Hairbrush, darlin'. Use the handle to fuck yourself," he offers.

The relief is instant, reaching further than your small hand ever could and you're a whimpering mess, dropping the receiver from your shoulder before you realize you're cumming hard.

That doesn't matter to Johnny though. He's listening to every harmonious sound over the static filled line, spilling over his hand just as you seem to crest. "My perfect babydoll," he grunts in complete satisfaction.

When you recover, you find the phone and place it to your ear. "J-johnny?" you repeat much like the beginning of your conversation.

"Did daddy make it better, darlin'?" he asks with a smug grin on his face.

"So much better," you huff out, still experiencing aftershocks as your hands trace over trembling thighs.

"Sleep tight. I'm comin' home tomorrow and I want you well rested," he reminds you, thoughts of everything he wants to do to you in the forefront of his mind.

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

. . . 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐲.

[ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ] —

please read thoroughly before you follow/interact!!

✦ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭-𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞

this is a smut-free blog!! the reason i say that instead sfw blog is because i just don’t think the label fits lol. i do make nsfw posts / suggestive posts every now and then, and i write dark content (not incest/noncon and the like — though i am in support of any writer who chooses to explore taboo topics through fiction — but horror and gore elements, yandere, pseudocest, and generally twisted dynamics). although my fics are always tagged with relevant cws, but my general posts might not be tagged as well!!

in other words:

i don’t write or rb full on smut, but that doesn’t mean all my content is sfw / that this is a sfw blog. pls mind the distinction!!

and with that being said — please don’t tag me in smut / heavy dc (such as: incest, noncon, dubcon) or send me any nsfw asks!! suggestiveness is generally just fine, but i’d prefer to keep this blog free from anything toooo explicit </3 additionally, i’m uncomfy around pregnancy/childbirth/childrearing topics!!

✦ 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰?

minors are welcome to read my works (preferably not the dark content), but please don’t follow this blog!! as i mentioned, my general posting can get suggestive and lean into dark content territory, and i don’t want minors to have to see that. please do understand and respect this, it’s for my comfort and yours <3

in the same vein, bloggers who write/interact with smut and heavy dark content are always welcome to follow & interact — just mind my own boundaries and understand that i might not be comfortable following back depending on how sensitive i am to the particular content you post, and how you tag it!! it’s never ever personal, just for the sake of curating my own safe space here :3

this seems like a good place to say that i thoroughly support blocking, softblocking & unfollowing for any reason at all!! if my content makes you uncomfortable, or if you find me annoying, or if i’m spamming your dash — or anything else — pleaseeee do whatever you want to do!! never feel pressured to follow me just because you like my writing, or because we’re mutuals, or for any other reason. i will literally never ever take it personally!!

(and adding onto that i do block very liberally to protect my peace, whether you’re a stranger or a mutual (though i tend to softblock when it comes to mutuals! if you have it written in your rules that you’d rather be hardblocked i’ll obviously listen though..) this is never personal either, i really am just trying to curate my dash the best i can as someone who is easily made uncomfortable lol TvT so please, please try not to take it personally or assume the worst about me if i happen to block you, and please don’t pry about my reasoning! it’s never an attack on your person.)

✦ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬

i don’t take requests, but you’re always more than welcome to drop by my inbox with brainrot or concepts <33 or for any other reason at all!! i don’t bite!!! (neither do the mice)(probably……..)

if you’d like to pick an emoji or title to go with your asks so you can find them more easily, feel free :> so far these are my anons:

🐑 , 🌙 , 🌖 , 🍰 , 🐟 , 🦐 , 🌺 , 🪷 , ❄️ , 🍓 , 🪄, 🐰 , 🎀 , 🧸🍪 , 🫧 , 🃏, 🌷, 🦈, 🥭, ☕️, 🪼, 🪅, 🫀, 🧠, 🙂‍↕️, 🌱, 🪐, 🐰🩺, 🐍, 🪽, sleepy anon, stsg anon and arinon!!

hopefully this goes without saying lmao but!!!: please don’t send me hateful asks, whether they’re directed towards me or any other creators!! they’ll just end up deleted (and you’ll end up blocked). more than anything, please keep in mind that my brain is a big broken mess— sometimes i might answer your ask instantly, other times it could take me weeks…. or months….. they’re constantly piling up, so please know it’s never just your ask!!! i’m always grateful for any tasty thoughts or kind words you send 🥹

✦ 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬

many of my favorite characters are awful human beings <3 i’m a lover of all villains and that extends to characters like kenjaku and mei mei, as well as ones like makima (csm) and mori (bsd)!! 

if that makes you uncomfortable, or if you think that equates to me condoning their actions / that liking them reflects my morality irl, then please block me!! i post about my blorbos regularly, and i’d hate to make anyone uncomfortable, but this is my little blog bubble at the end of the day. (+ i disagree with you big time and don’t want that mentality around me … sorry TvT)

✦ 𝐝𝐧𝐢

last, but not least; please do not interact if you are bigoted (racist, queerphobic, misogynistic, pro-israel, etc) + if you are anti-dark content and / or harass people over the fictional content they create or consume (under any circumstances)(any any anyyy circumstances i cannot stress enough that i don’t want antis on this blog . for my comfort and yours, pls respect this! 🫶)

(i know this was a Lot LOL thank you for taking the time to read through it !!!!! TT🫶 it means a lot …. smooching u ……..)

[autisticlancemcclain]

PSA

hello everyone!! a bit of a serious post today.

i don't want to sound whiney. but i have noticed a bit of a tone in a couple of my asks lately?? very few of them, let me assure, but a couple people seem to be frustrated at the speed/rate at which i answer asks. so i wanted to help clear the air.

REASONS I HAVE NOT YET ANSWERED YOUR ASK (THAT I AM VERY GRATEFUL TO HAVE):

i am in the process of answering it

sometimes i get asks for certain fics, to either write or to help find. and these things take time! sometimes i get very lucky and fics hit me as soon as i see them, but more often it takes me days or weeks! and fic searches take me even longer!

2. i have other ideas

you guys have a lot of great headcanons and fic premises! i do too. i've been in this fandom since june of 2016, there's a very VERY long list of things i want to write. things get added to the roster, i promise.

3. i am busy

i am in school full time and working part time and volunteering and preparing for teacher's college admissions. writing is my favourite thing to do every day and while i do prioritise it i cannot have it as my first priority. often, this blog gets pushed back when i get busy, as much as i wish that wasn't the case.

4. i am overwhelmed

sometimes the asks pile up. i try to answer comments as they come but for some reason asks work a little bit differently in my brain?? idk. it can be harder for me to force myself to start answering them, even though i love receiving them and when i'm in the mood i could answer fifty at once.

and very, very rarely:

5. i simply do not vibe with it

it happens occasionally. i have a very niche corner of headcanons and stuff i enjoy writing, so it's bound that every once in a while someone sends me an ask with their ideas that just aren't what i personally would read/write. doesn't mean the idea is bad or that i don't enjoy getting excited about your ideas with you, it's just not always going to be something i have the train of thought to write :)

i hope that's not disappointing! i know there are a couple asks that have been sitting in my inbox for over a YEAR. i am getting to them, i promise. one such ask has even inspired a novel-length fic that i'm still working on. finally, i want to remind you guys that i am autistic, and as much as i'm fully capable of handling myself online and everywhere else, i do struggle to read and understand tone and social cues and as such can often miss offense where it is intended or find it where it is not. i can't even tell you if the two examples i included are actually objectively rude/demanding, i can only tell you that they felt that way. there is no need to censor yourself or be anxious to shoot me a message, just maybe remember that i'm doing this for fun? and it frustrates me when it's treated as if it's a job. if you're worried about coming off as demanding, let me know and i'll post some examples of requests that i don't find demanding at all, only excited (which is, and i can't stress this enough, the vast majority of every message i see). thank you guys and ily <333

[givemea-dam-break]

babes is back

hello my lovies!!!!!!

i am back!!!! much to your pleasure and simultaneous screaming because yes, if i am back, the fics will be back. and they will be painful.

i thought i’d give you guys a little explanation as to why i kind of randomly stopped coming on tumblr despite my reappearances in december, which were because the lovely @neewtmas had her 12 days of christmas (FIND THAT HERE) and we’re online friends in real life (if that makes any sense at all) and i wanted to support her!!!! my wife!!!!

under the cut below is my little rundown, under a cut simply because i don’t want to take up a million scrolls of your dash if you don’t want to read my reasonings or you are just happy i am back (i luv u)

i have felt terrible since becoming inactive on tumblr since i made so many friends and had so so so many people supporting not only my fanfictions but the edits i also started making, so this is also kind of like my apology to you guys because i went so unexpectedly and without any explanation. so if you want to keep reading, then keep reading!

BOO

scary cut. i know. it’s ok. i am here to protect u.

anyways, like i said, my inactivity on tumblr was a completely out of the blue thing that even i didn’t expect. one day, i just found myself unable to go on the app out of pure dread which i had never felt because it was one of my faves.

and not dread because of anything that had happened here per se, just because my life had been becoming a bit of a mess.

that goes way back, but the crux of it was when me and my boyfriend of 4 years (who i had been staying with after my mum moved away) broke up

i won’t get into details about the breakup itself for both my privacy and his (very unique instances caused it), but basically it got worse and worse, and by october time it was getting to a point where i wasn’t feeling right at all. he was messaging me all the time, begging to get back together, the usual, but he was always wanting to come see me at my dads and for SOME REASON felt as though he had some entitlement to meet my new cats aka my little babies. he was saying creepy things to me (that he didn’t mean as creepy) and by november i blocked him.

i wasn’t feeling safe physically, worried i’d see him on my walks home from the shop in a different town that he comes to often to hang out in with his best friend, but also mentally. i wasn’t in a good mental space at all. i was scared. i was confused. he had pushed all of the blame of the breakup onto me. i was working 35 hours a week while being a student (still am) and my brain had no time for anything but work, studying, and worrying.

tumblr isn’t my job, but the pure guilt i felt when i deleted the app hit me like a tonne of bricks. i felt terrible. one of the only things that gave me solace was something i couldn’t bring myself to go on to. i couldn’t bring myself to write the requests i had piling in, ones i still have huge guilt for never getting around to writing. i couldn’t bring myself to keep answering messages or reblogging things because i didn’t have it in me. i didn’t even write at all october-november because i just had nothing in me, which is so so unlike me.

one thing that did keep me going though, was my emails. “eden ew ur job alert emails? ur period tracker app trying to get u onto premium? the emails from the joint account u had with ur ex for his music career that went kasplut?” no silly. maybe the job alerts - my job has too much drama.

no. 15 year old eden logging back into tumblr and setting email notifs on for comments, tags, and inbox was perhaps the smartest thing she did, and she got all A’s in her exams.

every now and then, i’d get a little tumblr notification. one of those “put this in the inbox of one of your favourite blogs blah blah blah” i luv em. can never get myself to do them because of the 13 year old in me screaming to never do chain mail again after carmen winstead and her creepy voicenote. but i love them, and i appreciate every single person who sent me one.

i could see people commenting on my fics, and absolutely loving them. i could see what my mutuals tagged me in, even if i wasn’t able to react to them.

it gave me peace of mind to keep going with my life while still being able to cling onto the happiness this site brings me while not actually accessing it.

i will always be sorry that i left so suddenly, but it was a spur of the moment thing and something i couldn't even explain myself.

i'm back now, but i likely won't be as active as i used to be. i'm prioritising work and my studies as much as i can while still finding time to write. this being said, i can't promise that all requests sent to my inbox/messages will be answered. part of my leaving was being so overwhelmed by them all (and i thank you all for choosing me to requests fics from, it means a lot!) so if your request doesn't get answered, i truly am sorry and it isn't anything personal! maybe I'll get around to it in the future, but for now i want to bring the joy back to writing for me so i will not be overloading myself like i used to!

i hope you can all understand, and know i love you all so, so dearly! i wouldn't have the friends i do or be where i am in life without all of you!

love u all lots lovies <3

-ur favourite person ever ever ever, eden MWAH

[lornaka]

Hi! I just saw this and want to address this directly for full transparency.

Yes, I fully admit that I have been struggling to complete quite a few commissions since 2022. It's been the most difficult period of my life, and I can go into much detail on everything that I've been stuggling with in my personal life for these past few years, but at the end of the day, none of it is an excuse (maybe an explanation at best). (If anyone wants to hear the full story, feel free to dm me).

I have always, always provided refunds for cancelled commissions when requested. If you emailed me requesting a refund, and I haven't replied yet, I'm truly sorry. Staying on top of communication is another thing that I've been immensely struggling with for the past year in particular, due to severe burn out and constant feeling of being overwhelmed, particularly in between several international relocations that depleted my financial and mental resources in the span of two years. I won't even touch on the topic of my deteriarating mental health because it just feels like another excuse. And I'm not trying to make excuses, but that's the truth. It has never, ever, been my intention to not either deliver on my obligations, or provide a refund and/or compensation to the best of my ability. My capacity to do so has just been severely depleted for over a year, and for making it anyone else's problem, I can only sincerely apologize and promise to do what's in my power to make up for it.

Re: not answering emails, I've had an overflowing inbox of emails that have been piling up while I got tied up with one thing or another to contain the chaos of my personal life during the past couple of years. I'm trying to work my way through them whenever I physically have the time and energy to so. It's the same reason I haven't been active on socials, particulary twitter, for the past couple of months, it's not that I'm choosing to ignore anyone, I simply don't have the capacity to deal with it at the moment. If I haven't answered your email, it's not because I'm choosing to ignore you, it's because I failed to get on top of it for now, most likely not seeing it in the ocean of things I need to take care of until I go sorting through my inbox. And that is absolutely 100% my failure that I fully own up to, and I'm so so sorry. I have recently moved again, and I spent the past month just trying to get settled and breath through the anxiety and tackle the mountain of things that I need to sort out to get back to everyone who's been patiently waiting for my reply, either about a commission, or a shop order, and get back to shipping orders in a reliable way.

If I haven't replied to your email yet, please allow me the next week to do so, and feel free to follow up if I don't (sometimes emails simply get lost, it's happened before). I hope it's not too much to ask at this point. I sincerely apologize for all the grief and concern I might've caused, and if there's anything I can do/offer to convince you all of my dedication to make things right, please let me know. I'm trying my best to stay above water and deal with everything as it comes, I really am. I can't beging to descibe how much the support I've recieved in the past few years has meant to me, and how terrible I feel for disappointing anyone, it has never been my intention, and I'll do my best to make up for the damage caused, even if it takes me another few years. Now, regarding the shop orders: that's a whole other beast. The situation re: unanswered emails is the same, if you email me with a question about your order and I haven't got back to you, I'm sorry, I'll do my best to do so as soon as I can. There is a lot of stuff I'm juggling in relation to that, and I admit I have dropped the ball on communicating clearly and openly about the status of certain products/orders for the past year. Mostly because there is just too much chaos and uncertainty in my life to the point where I can't predict what I'll be dealing with tomorrow. Every time I think I do, I end up facing a dead end and I have to adjust. In the past few years, I've had to deal with international customs bouncing stocks of product, lost shipments, mail services fucking me over by not processing the shipments correctly, etc which lead to loss of hundreds of dollars every time something was fumbled. Looking back, I know I should've given an update on each issue, but with how much there has been going on in my life in terms of such roadblocks constantly, for the past 3 years, I simply didn't have the energy to slow down and do so. Every time there was a dead end, I was frantically working on finding a solution so I could move forward. I just never expected or calculated that each problem would take so freaking long to deal with, with a potential next roadblock waiting just ahead. In short, I have been really too overwhemed to stop and reasess. A bunch of shipments I mailed out last year ended up lost in the mail, and since I didn't track them (my bad, I was still new to how unreliable things were when it came to post in the country I relocated to last Summer), I wasn't aware of it unless the person I shipped them to contacted me directly. I did my best to reply, but if I missed or didn't get to your message yet, I apologize. I will provide a refund, or a replacement, for all undelivered orders, that has always been my intention. I am truly sincerely sorry for making concerned that I wouldn't. Now, I can go on and on about each individual batch of delayed or lost order that I've had to deal with in the past year+, but that would take too long. If you have a question regarding any specific order or product that wasn't delivered, feel free to ask, and I'll do my best to answer asap. Please keep in mind that it might take me a few days to do so. I'll also be compiling a masterpost with updates on these speficic items (like pins, acrylic standees etc) in the next few days to address the issue. Regarding undelivered prints from last year: to make sure I didn't miss any unfulfilled orders, I'll be mass emailing everyone who has placed an order in that period inquiring if they received it, and if not, offering either a refund or a replacement to be sent asap.

It you have any questions, please feel free to ask. You can reach me at ksenia@lornaka.com or discord at lornaka#9666

Just saw your post about cyareclones. Such a bummer. I haven’t bought anything from them but me and some friends are having a similar experience with Lornaka. We bought some art months ago and haven’t gotten anything and she hasn’t answered any of our emails. After asking around we found out this is pretty standard for her. Hopefully we get our art soon and I hope things resolve for you too!

ah that blows. ive seen their art around before, its nice. hoping the best for you also

strange coincidence that two separate star wars artists are doing this tho lmao

[sheep-from-rad]

Hi! So I just read sagau: a safe place and I had an idea. What if the creator/God reader have an abusive parents but they are still in the real world. Like the reader is playing genshin impact in secret. It's the readers only happiness when suddenly the abusive parents come into their room yelling insults at the reader or even hurting the reader while they were still playing genshin impact and acolytes can hear/see everything happening what would be their reaction ? You don't need to answer this ask immediately. Just an idea I had

SAGAU: One Way or Another Note: Hello again Hewos! Thesis is over and my body went shut down on me (literally made me sleep for 14 hours straight and I woke up even more tired). We’re back to writing! As per usual, requests are open. The inbox is open 24/7. I should probably change glasses as well, it only makes my head hurt now. Warnings: abusive parents, language and themes.  Masterlist

Teyvat is never blind to whatever is happening around. It might be a silent, blissful ignorance to others but those who are connected with the divine don't feel the calm the normal citizens feel. Old scriptures described their god as someone with a voice that conveys reason, eyes that show kindness, and heart that brings forth warmth to all creatures around but the waters of Luhua pool shows a different kind of thing. 

Their god bears blank eyes, devoid of happiness. Their voice, oh they have never once heard their voice clearly. It always comes out shaky and forced, as if they try to be silent to avoid whatever is around them. The waters of Luhua are sentient and because of that, it is able to feel the emotions the creator has. The acolytes were expecting it to flourish and bear living creatures but the waters only grew murky. The acolytes presumed that it was the abyss’ doing, trying to disconnect them from having awareness but an Abyss Lector named Enjou came from and asked why the waters in Enkanomiya are growing dark. 

The acolytes’ word only grew and grew. They knew that scriptures from time to time could lie because of their own people’s beliefs (recalling Havria’s tale) and word of the mouth is not really trustworthy all the time. They tried finding problems to be solved in Teyvat but to no avail. It wasn’t until night fell in their creator’s world and some things started to make sense. 

You pushed your sleeves higher in your arm as you finally finished all the assigned chores. One day those assigned chores will just end up being endless seeing how they just grow gradually everyday. One day for sure you’re just going to drop because of exhaustion and those tasks will continue to pile up. You checked the door once more, making sure it is not locked because it will cause more trouble if it is. You have your phone’s notifications and all sounds off so you can hear footsteps coming, if someone decides to barge at your door of course and then you can hide your phone. 

The game finally loads, you hope that you can play a lot. You were greeted by your main dps that seemed to smile at you. 20 minutes, that is all that you need to finish all the commissions today. Ever since you reached the current AR ranks, your commissions became closer to each other and became more convenient and saved your time. Midway the third one, your door slammed open making you drop the phone to the ground. 

“Didn’t I tell you to take out the trash?” 

The acolytes who were gathered around to watch the pools were suddenly wide awake as a foreign voice resounded. It was a loud and angry one followed by the creator’s device falling down. It seemed to crack and it echoed like thunder. Thoma immediately noticed the atmosphere getting heavy and coaxed the children away from the pool. 

“But I did, earlier.” Their creator’s timid voice replied. 

“ARE YOU RAISING YOUR VOICE AT ME?” 

With the help of Cloud Retainer, the view on the pool managed to be fixed showing their creator’s arm being held tightly by the perpetrator who bears the loud voice. “Talk to me when I ask you. Are you raising your voice at me?” They repeated firmly gripping the creator’s hand even tighter. 

“I’m not.” 

Their voice came out no louder than a whimper. The perpetrator sneered before letting go and slapping the creator’s arm harshly. “Pick up the trash you forget to take out and prepare ingredients for tomorrow’s guests. You will not get food until tomorrow’s dinner for insolence.” 

The person left the room, leaving the creator standing there stunned. The acolytes’ question was answered and it was one of the answers that they didn't want. Their back is still turned from the view but they can see them slowly raising their hands up to their face. Are they crying? Teyvat knows these acolytes will wage war if they are. 

You wiped the lone tear off your face before kneeling to pick up your phone. It had a crack on the side but the game continued on playing. Guess you can play later as you close the game and tuck the phone under the mattress. 

As the view at the pool faded, Albedo found the traveller looking at him before nodding. If the traveller can invade their world, surely there’s a way to take their creator to Teyvat right? 

Taglist: @chihawari @zurithegalaxywolf

[deobienthusiast]

late nights and date nights | syj

• pairing: son youngjae (the boyz) x gn!reader

• word count: 1.4k words

• genre: idol!reader, idol!eric, fluff, teeny tiny bit of comedy

• rating: PG

• warnings: kissing????

• notes: guess who’s back? back again. don’t know how long it will last, but i’m working on the requests in my inbox so🤷🏾‍♀️

• synopsis: you and your boyfriend eric finally found time for a date night that was long overdue. a date night filled with cuddling, snacks, and mentions of other boys?

A knock was heard on your dorm door as you yelled out to your leader not to answer it. You rearranged some of the snacks you had set up one more time before doing a look over of everything. Jumping up from your bed, you ran down the stairs, making sure none of your members even attempted to open the door. You let out a breath before opening the door. On the other side stood your boyfriend Eric. He was all dressed in black to compliment the black hat and mask covering his face in his attempt not to get caught at coming to see you.

Grabbing the end of his hoodie, you pulled him into your dorm. He chuckled as you closed the door.

“That eager to see me?” Eric teased.

“I'm eager to not get caught.” You replied as he pulled his mask off.

Eric pulled you into a tight hug, nuzzling his nose into your cheek before leaving a peck in its place.

“I missed you.” He said softly.

You felt yourself grin as you pulled him closer, tightening your grip around him. You pulled away as you spoke again.

“Who helped you get here this time?” You asked your boyfriend.

Eric pulled away from you as he let you lead him up the stairs to your room. His hand held a tight grip on yours, almost afraid that you might float away from him as you pulled him into the room, closing the door behind you. Your boyfriend saw the mountain of snacks on your bed as he smiled, loving how thoughtful you were to get more of the snacks he liked than what you liked.

“Juyeon-hyung and Jacob-hyung. They convinced Sangyeon-hyung to let me out to see a friend.” Eric said softly.

You shook your head with a small smile. “Or, you could just tell your leader so he doesn’t worry or speculate about his maknae.”

A dopey smile appeared on Eric’s face as he agreed. “I know, I know. I’m getting around to it. I just have to find the right way to…approach him about it.”

A nod of understanding was sent your boyfriend’s way by you. With the both of you being idols, it wasn’t easy dating. So when you two started, it took you both some time to tell people, specifically your members. Your group wasn’t as big as The Boyz, so eventually you were able to fill them all in, including your leader. Eric, on the other hand, had 10 other people he had to fill in. Slowly but surely he got it done, however he was still trying to find a way to tell his leader.

You both toppled down onto your bed, the snacks you had piled up shifting across both sides as you both grabbed onto some.

“I told you, you don’t have to just get things I like. You do this all the time.” Eric said softly.

Shrugging, you opened a bag of candy, pulling out a piece and popping it into your mouth. “I don’t hate everything on this bed. Just a few things. And I did get myself some things I like, so don’t worry.”

Eric rolled his eyes playfully as you both sat and ate your snacks in silence. It seemed like forever ago that you both had a date night. With the busy schedules, it felt like an eternity had gone by since you had last seen the boy. Trying to see each other without getting caught was a job within itself, but so far you both had managed (that you knew of).

When both of you were practically full off of snacks, Eric helped you throw all the trash away, bumping into your leader in the process who gave you both a stern look before sauntering off to their room. Eric couldn’t help but laugh as you both made your ways back to your room.

Getting comfortable on your bed again, you pulled Eric into you, allowing the boy to wrap his arms around your middle, as he laid his head on your chest. You had set up your laptop, having some movie playing in the background that neither of you were paying attention to as you ran your fingers through Eric’s hair, lulling the boy to sleep.

“Don’t let me fall asleep.” Eric said tiredly.

You giggled at the lazy way he spoke, knowing fully well that he was close to giving in to slumber.

“Then don’t fall asleep, Eric.” You told him.

Eric lifted his head off of you to look up at you from his position. His eyes narrowed playfully as he grinned.

“Easier said than done when you’re playing with my hair like that.”

A shrug was all you could give him as he laid his head back down, letting the movie be the only thing that was heard aside from soft breathing from the both of you.

“This was long overdue.” You spoke.

You felt the boy’s head move in an up and down motion as he spoke again.

“I wish we weren’t so busy all the time. If I could, I’d spend every day of the week with you.” Eric told you.

You giggled. “And what about your members?”

Eric laughed. “I see them everyday. I can live with some time away from them.”

His response made you cover your mouth to keep from laughing out loud. The last thing you wanted to do was wake anybody with how late it was.

“Eric, what about me? Won’t seeing me everyday make you want to take some time away from me?” You asked jokingly.

Eric’s head shot up as he pulled himself up to be eye level with you. “Never. I’d never get tired of you.”

A smile crept onto your face as Eric brought his head down to peck your nose. “I couldn’t get tired of you even if I tried. Outside of the group, outside of my friends, you’re my best friend. Seeing you brings the biggest smile to my face. Even when I see you on variety shows or music shows. You make me so happy that I’d probably combust if I ever felt even remotely close to being tired of you.”

“Pfft. That’s a long shot Eric.” You whispered up to him.

He shrugged. “It’s true. I can’t get enough of you. I’m glad we became friends that day. And I’m even more glad that you said yes to me when I asked you out.”

“Well you were my last option. Jibeom of Golden Child had already turned me down-,”

Before you could finish, a pillow was hitting your face. Eric chuckled, lifting the pillow as he spoke.

“You are such a little liar! I was your first choice and you know it!” Eric stated, matter-of-factly.

The boy started to ramble about how he still wasn’t able to get you over your little crush on the Golden Child member you had just mentioned. Still laying underneath him, you took the time he was using to run his mouth to admire him. His hands were flying all over the place to exaggerate his thoughts, hair bouncing just slightly with each of his movements to add more dramatics to his rant. Eric truly was one handsome boy, that you would admit to anyone.

Still too busy in his little tirade, you took the golden opportunity to shush him. Leaning up and connecting your lips with his, Eric slowly and lazily kissed back. You brought your hands to either side of his face, cupping his cheeks to hold him closer. You pulled away first, watching the boy let realization sink in as to what just happened.

A slight blush made its way across Eric’s face as he tumbled through his words. “Y-you just, you, just. I-, why did you kiss me first?”

The question came out as a whine prompting you to laugh at your boyfriend. “Because you weren’t taking the opportunity to kiss me. You were too busy talking about someone else. On our date! Shame on you.”

Eric’s eyes widened as he went to speak before your hand covered his mouth. You brought your head up again, getting as close as possible as Eric’s eyes widened.

“Stop talking about my stupid crush on Jibeom and kiss me.” You told the boy.

Eric nodded almost immediately, not even giving you time to remove your hand from his mouth as his lips were back on yours. This kiss had a bit more to it as Eric tilted his head just slightly to deepen it. Eric pulled away first this time, smiling ever so slightly.

“What?” You asked.

Eric shook his head. “Nothing, I just really, really like you.”

A snort left your lips as you pecked Eric once more. “I really, really like you too, Eric. Like a lot.”

This time, the smile morphed into a smirk as you realized what you had just started.

“I bet I like you more.”

“Eric don’t start.”

[poohsources]

HELLO EVERYBODY! been a while since i did one of these, i hope you're all doing well, and have a great day / night wherever you are. i'm officially back from my vacation which means i'm officially returning to this blog. yay! now you might be wondering what exactly this means, and truthfully, i'm not too sure yet either. what i do know is that i plan on being around here more regularly. also, i'm planning to finally start working on the christmas giveaway gifts ( if you're one of the winners i've messaged previously, i'll message you again in a few days to discuss details ).

another thing i'm not sure i've mentioned here yet: i got a new job last month which means i definitely don't have as much time anymore as i did previously. it's also one of the reasons i've been so absent since the start of the year because i had to get used to it, learn some new stuff, etc. my schedule changes every week so i can't even give you reliable info on when i'll be able to be here and do stuff but i promise you that'll be something i'll figure out.

anyway, as for content i've planned, i really should start going through my inbox and try to answer as many questions there as possible. things have been really piling up in there and i'm very sorry about the delay in answers. there are also a few requests (primarily for certain kinds of memes ) that i will be working on slowly but surely. in terms of memes, i have some half-finished ones sitting in my drafts so i might just post these sometime soon. additionally, there are some other things i started working on a while back ― like some psds, templates, etc. ― that i might try finishing. so just a whole bunch of new content to use.

one new thing i might try out in the future is something one of you mentioned when i made that post about putting some very time-consuming or image-heavy templates behind some kind of temporary paywall. not sure how exactly i'm gonna do this yet ( i have a few ideas and websites, like patreon, in mind already, but i first want to see all the different possibilities i have on what site and what makes it the easiest and most user friendly for both you and me ). but that is something that's probably gonna take a few weeks / months still ― we'll see.

even though i could probably go on for a while and tell you about everything that's going on in my mind regarding this blog and its future, that's gonna be all for today. because honestly �� none of it is ever set in stone and while i do have some exciting things i wanna do here, real life can always get in the way so i feel back if i make too many promises i then have to delay. but i'm gonna try my best because i care about all of you people, the rpc as a whole, this stupid little hellsite i could curse multiple times a day, and although it's not much i do wanna contribute a little something to make this a nicer place for everyone.

so yeah, take care everyone, don't forget to drink enough water and get enough sleep, and i'll talk to you again soon. 🧡

[winged-deity]

Hello Hello! I was wondering if I could request Tommy, Wilbur and a younger reader having a wholesome snow day? Just winter fun, snowball fights, hot chocolate. Whatever you'd like :D. If it's easier to write them seperately or as part of the SBI then that's perfectly okay! Whatever is easiest for you and makes you happy with it. Thank you so much! Remember to drink water and try to eat two to three meals a day.

Thank you for the request and sorry for the huge delay! I'll try to get through my inbox as quickly as possible, but I've been having some issues IRL so it might take a while!

Tales of the heart

Wilbur, Tommy & Reader

You quickly wrapped a scarf around your neck, lifting it up to your nose while you could hear one of your friends yell for you from the door.

"Come on! Wilbur's waiting for us!" Yelled Tommy, looking irritated at your slowness as he tapped his foot impatiently.

You groaned in annoyance, grabbing your gloves before running to him and pushing him out the door "Get going then wise guy!" you chuckled with amusement at his childish behavior.

Tommy rolled his eyes at you and grabbed your hand before you two ran to a very amused-looking Wilbur who was waiting for you two at the snow-covered yard. "Took you long enough" Wilbur smiled at you as you huffed out a response.

"whatever lamp-post" You looked up at him, while both he and Tommy laughed at you. "Imagine being short amirite" Tommy elbowed Wilbur while laughing. Then you were struck with a perfect comeback as you snuck behind the two guys and gathered some snow in your hands making two snowballs before taking aim and hitting both of them in the back of their heads.

"I dare you- insult my height again, child" you grinned at their shocked expressions before Tommy grabbed some snow and bolted towards you "GET BACK HERE!" he laughed while you ran away screaming.

Wilbur watched with amusement before making a snowball and running after you two "Both of you get back here!" he laughed softly, you three ran in a circle before Tommy caught up to you.

Tommy tackled you down and shoved the snow under your scarf as you screamed at the cold feeling, though the teen was quickly met with instant karma as Wilbur shoved a snowball down his shirt with an evil cackle.

You and Tommy screaming in unison just made Wilbur laugh louder as all three of you fell into a pile in the snow. Tommy kept cursing out Wilbur as both you and he kept laughing loudly. You could see Phil smiling at you three from the window as Techno rolled his eyes from beside Phil.

Wilbur then turned to you with a smile "Wanna make snow angels?" Before you could even answer you could hear Tommy scoffing "Seriously Wil? we're not five" You rolled your eyes at Tommy before shoving some snow in his face "Alright you big weenie, I'll gladly make snow angels with you, Wilby" You smiled at Wilbur before helping him up and you two walked to a spot with untouched snow. Tommy quickly scrambled after you "Oi! W-wait for me!" He stammered with embarrassment as you and Wilbur cackled with amusement.

All three of you laid on your backs in the snow and made snow angels while talking, afterwards, you all stood up and admired your work before you could hear Phil call you inside from the door.

You and Tommy raced back inside while Wilbur followed close behind you, Phil had made all three of you hot chocolate topped with marshmallows.

You sat next to Tommy on the couch as Wilbur and Phil sat in two armchairs, you learned from Phil that Techno had left to do some reading on his own. You and Tommy joked around while drinking your hot chocolates until eventually, you two fell asleep against each other on the couch while Wil fell asleep on the armchair.

Phil didn't feel like bothering you all to wake up so he just fetched blankets from your rooms and laid them on top of you, letting you sleep until the morning. He collected the mugs from your sleeping hands and went to take them to the kitchen.

Today was a success.

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Thank you all for reading! Hope this is to your liking and I'll try to get to all my requests as soon as possible, sorry again for not posting!

Take care dear Deities <3 -Deity

[the-lady-of-stars]

The one about the Gonk droid and the Comm

For @itsyellow ☺️

Crosshair x Reader

Peace, love and kisses for my man Crosshair bc boy does he deserve it after todays episode. No spoilers for TBB. No plot at all tbh just shameless love for grumpy man. Somebody give this man a kiss pls.

Warnings: Very brief non-explicit mention of sex near the end but nothing graphic at all it's just Wrecker poking fun at Cross and reader.

My inbox is still open for requests! See my earlier post for details :)

You left your bunk on the Maurauder just in time to watch Crosshair storm off the ship, lips pulled into a thin grimace.

You immediately turned to look at the rest of the boys, furrowing your brows in silent questioning. The sheepish smile on Wrecker's face told you enough about what had occurred.

As much as they loved each other, Wrecker's boistorous and loud personality often clashed with that of his silent and snarky brother, something which proved to be the starting point for many arguments when they were crowded together on such a small ship.

With a roll of your eyes you slipped out the ramp and headed over to your sniper who was now perched on top of a tall rock glaring out over the forest. You basked in the feeling of grass beneath your boots, enjoying the fresh air that the planet you had temporarily stopped on provided.

Crosshair, as you had expected, was polishing his rifle with a cloth, a habit he had formed to calm himself down. He paid you no notice as you settled next to him, just meticulously scrubbing at the rifle.

"Cross." No answer. "Look at me. Please?" you spoke softly and sweetly to him, not wanting to anger him any further. You knew his annoyance at Wrecker wouldn't last long, it never did, but when he was angry Crosshair was a ticking bomb.

The sniper huffed out a sigh, carefully placing his rifle down before turning to meet your gaze. You smiled at him, and Crosshair immediately felt his irritation melting away at the tenderness in your eyes.

"What happened back there?" you asked tentatively.

He groaned, scowling at the memory. "Wrecker was weightlifting that karking gonk-droid again and he slammed it down on my comm. I'd only taken it off for a second before he crushed it. Tech's got it now, but there's only so much you can do to fix a pile of scrap metal with sparks coming out of it."

You choked lightly, trying to hide your laughter under the guise of a cough.

"Oh, think that's funny do you?"

Crosshair tried to get up to storm off yet again but you grabbed his wrist and lightly tugged him back down.

"Hey, hey no. 'S not funny. Not at all," once again you barely concealed a snort, resulting in the sniper rolling his eyes back. You didn't miss, however, the way his mouth began to form a grin.

Crosshair sighed to himself, finding his thoughts drifting to how you were his weak spot, how something about you brought him a feeling of peace that no other could.

He shook his head with a huff of laughter, finally seeing the humorous side as his anger faded.

"Gonna kill 'im," he grumbled, turning to face you and taking your hands in his.

You laughed openly this time, and Crosshair felt his heart skip a beat at the sound. Tech had described him as 'wrapped around your finger' a few days ago, and as much as he hated to admit it, his little brother was right.

Cross smiled, playing absentmindedly with your fingers as you sat cross-legged facing each other.

"I'm sure he didn't mean to drop it on your comm, Cross," you reassured with a smile.

"Eh, I know. Doesn't make the sheb-head any less annoying though."

You snickered then lifted his hands to your face, pressing a soft kiss against the knuckles of each one. Crosshair found himself in a trance, feeling his skin heat up as your plush lips skimmed across his hands.

He slid one hand out of your grasp to reach up and gently cup your jaw, running a thumb over your cheek. His breath caught in his throat as you leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed. You tilted your head to the side to press a kiss to his palm. In return, Cross pulled the hand he was still holding to his lips and mirrored your previous actions, trailing kisses across the peaks of your knuckles.

It didn't matter how Crosshair liked to portray himself to outsiders. The second you came close to him he would always drop his cold and bitter facade in exchange for tenderness and passion.

"I love you," he breathed against your skin, barely audible but still music to your ears.

"I love you too, Cross. More than you'll ever know."

He exhaled deeply before shifting closer to you, lifting both hands now to cup your jaw and pull you in for a kiss. There was no rushing this time, no swift kisses stolen when his brothers weren't looking, no rapid pecks before charging into gunfire, there was just pure emotion.

Crosshair didn't need to use words to tell you how he felt. The way he tilted his head to swipe his lips oh so perfectly against yours told you enough, and you found yourself reaching behind his neck to pull him closer. You lowered one hand to rest it flat over his heart, feeling how strongly it pounded, how fast it jumped. You'd be lying if you said you were in any better state. His tongue lightly traced your bottom lip before he tugged on it with his teeth playfully, grinning.

He wormed his hands under your thighs and scooped you up into his lap, deepening the kiss. Crosshair felt high in that moment, caught up in the taste of your lips and the way your soft skin nuzzled against his. Your hands clutched the back of the collar of his blacks at the base of his neck, keeping him secure and close as you could.

The two of you were so caught up in the moment, in fact, that you failed to notice Wrecker bounding towards you until he practically roared out Crosshair's name in joy. He groaned deeply, his annoyance at his brother returning at being interrupted.

"What, Wrecker? Can't you see we're a little busy here?" he spoke sharply, turning his attention to the large man who was parading Crosshair's comm up in the air at the end of an extended arm.

"Tech fixed it! See? Good as new!" he bellowed, waving it around.

Crosshair groaned, reaching out to snatch it from his brother's grip before he went and broke it again.

"That's great, Wrecker. Now. D'you mind?" he sharply motioned his head in the direction of the Marauder, signalling his brother to return and leave him alone.

Wrecker convulsed with laughter at this, clutching his sides.

"Yeah, sure! I'll leave you alone so you can keep makin' out with your girl. Don't have too much fun though. Me and the boys are only over there in the ship and we sure as kriff don't wanna hear anything like we did the other night from your bunk."

You choked at this, turning to hide your face from Wrecker in embarassment, naturally only sending him into another fit of laughter.

"Wrecker!" Crosshair howled, pointing a finger aggressively at the Marauder.

"Alright, alright, I'm goin'." Wrecker chuckled, turning to depart for the ship but not before shooting you a heavy wink.

You groaned, hiding your face in Crosshair's neck. "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to show my face to your brothers again."

Cross' chest shook in laughter. "Oh well, they'll get used to it."

[the-last-kenobi]

Number 11 for still alive Qui Gon and the disaster lineage? Hi I'm new

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Over a decade ago on Naboo, during a galaxy-shaking crisis that would one day help propel the universe into war, a Jedi Master and his Padawan had both gone in side by side against a Sith.

They had emerged both hanging on to life by their fingertips.

Qui-Gon Jinn had taken a deep wound across his torso and hips, a wound that healed slowly and scarred deeply. He would never walk the same again, would never run, and would always be in constant, quiet pain.

Obi-Wan Kenobi had suffered a blow to the head and been deprived of oxygen for very, very, nearly too long — an attack that left him in and out of consciousness for weeks. The Healers declared that his mental capabilities were not compromised, but he was forever prone to debilitating migraines.

The Healers called each case a miracle.

The Master and Padawan didn’t care what it was. They were more preoccupied by the crashing relief that came with realizing that the other was alive, and would remain so.

When Jinn severed Kenobi’s braid, the training bond remained.

When Jinn took Anakin Skywalker as his apprentice, he assimilated Kenobi into the training as easily as breathing, and the boy had two Masters instead of one.

There wasn’t really anything to be done about it, and no one was really bothered in the first place.

Then, of course, Skywalker took on Ahsoka Tano, and sometimes it seemed that Jinn had three Padawans, or that he and Kenobi had two Padawans, or that Tano had three Masters. They were a unit.

Indivisible.

Perhaps they struggled with attachment — particularly Anakin.

But all Jedi did at some point or another, and his Lineage was careful to try and teach him when to relax, when to let go. To remind all of them of that.

They could be together, a family, without possession coming into the mix.

And all things considered, they did very well.

Very well indeed.

Vokara Che reflected on this as she hovered just out of sight. Perhaps it was wrong of her to linger here in the shadows of the quarters that Jinn, Kenobi, Skywalker, and Tano shared during their rare respites from the war, but she would stand by her reason — she came here to check on her patient, not expecting to encounter a crowd.

Last she had heard, the other three had been halfway across Coruscant guarding Senator Amidala.

Nevertheless, here they were.

There were soft sounds in the darkness, the thuds of boots being dropped lightly onto the floor, the whisper of robes, quiet breathing, a hissed hushing noise.

Vokara lingered in the doorway and watched as the three figures gathered around the bed where their fourth member lay, slumbering, beneath a single blanket.

“He must be cold,” said a low male voice. “We should get him more blankets.”

“Good idea,” said a younger male, and one of the figures shuffled across the room and began gathering up blankets and sheets.

“Should he be here?” questioned the only female member of the tribe, concern laced in her tone. “I thought he needed another few days in the Halls of Healing.”

A sigh. The deeper male voice answered, “You know he dislikes it there. I have no doubt he was released early on good behavior, with conditions.”

“Ohh,” said Ahsoka. “He’s shivering.”

Qui-Gon stooped down and ran a hand through the sleeping Obi-Wan’s hair. “Mmm. He’s in pain,” he said, and his voice carried an undercurrent of regret and worry that he did not bother to conceal from his youngest Padawan.

Anakin returned with an absolute mountain of blankets in his arms. He peered over them to look at his sleeping friend. “I don’t like the idea of just leaving him here unsupervised. You know he won’t ask for help if he needs it, he’ll just get up in the middle of the night looking for painkillers and pass out halfway across the room.”

“Will not,” mumbled a sleepy voice.

Qui-Gon chuckled warmly; Ahsoka whispered a joyful, “Master Obi-Wan!” and Anakin dropped the bundle of blankets on the foot of the bed and clambered right up next to him, stretching out casually beside the older Jedi.

“…what th’… fuck… are you doin’?” the injured Jedi yawned.

“He’s on the good stuff,” Ahsoka giggled, clapping her hands over her mouth.

“So he is,” agreed Qui-Gon. He leaned down indulgently and pressed a paternal kiss to the top of the reddish-blonde head, his tone endlessly fond.

“Ged’off,” commanded the drugged up Obi-Wan.

“No,” said Qui-Gon.

“You need blankets, Master,” Ahsoka said, picking up several and shaking them out, examining them in the dark. “You’re going to catch a chill.”

“Won’t,” Obi-Wan argued.

“Will,” she argued back. She joined Anakin on the bed and began spreading a blanket over Obi-Wan, who couldn’t do much to stop her and resorted to blinking at her owlishly over the top of his new quilt, the combination of his huge, offended eyes and his ruffled hair resulting in something borderline adorable.

“Qui,” Obi-Wan whined, and he reached out clumsily and tugged on his former Master’s sleeve like an indignant toddler. “They’re bossing me.”

“We’re all bossing you, Obi-Wan, you’re injured and you need care,” ‘Qui’ replied.

Obi-Wan harrumphed. He turned his attention the other direction and made shooing motions at the younger two. “Gedoff my bed. Go.”

“Your bed?” Anakin demanded, pulling a mock-wounded expression. “This is our bed now. Make room.” He reached over and grabbed Obi-Wan around the shoulders and dragged him a little closer, towards the right side of the bed where he lay squashed against the wall. Obi-Wan squawked indignantly, but Ahsoka was already diving into the spot he’d left behind and curling up against his other side. Without a word, Qui-Gon slipped in beside her, grabbing a spare pillow to place beneath her head.

Anakin reached down and dragged more of the blankets over all of them, and the four Jedi became one big bundle of warm blankets and slightly squashed bodies.

Vokara placed her fingers over her lips and found that she was smiling.

“Rude,” Obi-Wan huffed from under the blanket pile.

And then he rolled onto his side, draping an arm over Ahsoka’s shoulder as if to shield her from harm, and fell asleep.

The others quickly followed suit, and soon the rooms were filled with the soft sounds of deep sleep and the quiet noises of the Temple itself.

Vokara Che left as silently as she had come, assured that her patient was well taken care of.

fin

[hereforhalstead]

Prove it

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: Yes.

“I’d feel a lot better if you let me walk you home/ If i asked you to stay, would you?”

• Warnings: swearing/ mention of drugs

• Summary: Jay insists on walking you home after a night in Molly’s but after seeing you with Adam he decides to tell you how he feels.

• Words: 2893.

• A/N :  Hope you enjoyed! Thanks so much for the request, I’m feeling motivated to get writing again due to all of the lovely messages and chats I’ve had over the past few days. Please feel free to send across any requests or prompts that you would and as always my inbox is always open :)

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 “Cheers to no one getting injured on a drug bust for the first time” Adam announces as you all raise your glasses in amusement “Not even you Halstead, gotta be a first. Right?” he adds but Jay rolls his eyes and takes another sip of his drink “Listen, It’s not me you should be congratulating. Y/N is always the one who does something without thinking and gets herself hurt, you should be directing this at her” he tips his glass towards you and you give him a menacing look “Talk about beat around the bush” you mumble but Jay’s chuckle is enough to break your facade as you mirror his grin “Just saying” he shrugs and winks.

The team had just finished up on what felt like a month long operation, in reality you had been planning it a week or so but the observations and scoping out the area made it feel so much longer.  You managed to get the guy you were after and as Adam said, miraculously all of you had avoided injury which was definitely a first. His speech was clearly aimed towards you and Jay out of anyone, Jay was known for getting far too attached and close to cases which often blinded his awareness of danger. You were very similar in that if you saw an opportunity to help someone out you would take it, not weighing up the situation and resulting in you taking risks you probably shouldn’t. 

Because of this, you and Jay had each others backs. Of course everyone had everyones back but not in this way. You’d seemed to have grown a close bond due to you both being very similar in the way you work and think, often knowing what the other is going to do before they even think it. As much of this being a good thing, it has often not panned out as the other will take the first step to try and protect the other and things going south, you’d probably put yourself in more danger trying to prevent Jay getting hurt rather than a result of your own misjudgment. Jay was the same, not thinking about himself and would rather put himself in a compromising position instead of you - sounds twisted but that’s just the way your partnership worked. 

By this point, you’d had a few drinks but was cutting yourself off. You had an early shift in the morning and the thought of the pile of paperwork on your desk reminded you it was not something you wanted to tackle with a hangover. No one else seemed to think the same way, this was soon proved as Hailey made her way back from the bar with another tray of shots. “Oh none for me, I’m having a quiet one tonight” you excused yourself and carried on sipping the remainder of your drink.

“Yeah, I’m also out. Don’t want to be feeling rough with all that paperwork tomorrow” Jay winced and you laughed to yourself at how similar your thoughts always were. “Something you two aren’t telling us?” Hailey downs one of the shots and you almost choke on your drink “Are you being serious?” you question and she shrugs her shoulders with a click of her tounge “I don’t think it’s just me that thinks it, I overheard Kev and Adam gossiping the other day” you dart your attention over to a stunned Kevin who simply purses his lips and turns to Adam for him to defend “I-I.. Don’t know what she’s talking about” he stutters out “You couldn’t come up with something better?” Kevin mumbles under his breath and you shake your head “Nothing to report, right Jay?” you hand over to Jay who was quietly sipping on his nearly finished drink “What? Oh.. right” 

You smile back at Hailey but she doesn’t seem satisfied “I’m just saying, I don’t think he would run into a burning building for much but if you were on the top floor he would be sprinting up them stairs” Kim widens her eyes at Hailey who seems so casual about everything she is saying but you weren’t taking it as lightly and were now feeling slightly uncomfortable “Well on that note, I think I’m gonna head out” you place your empty glass back on the bar and hear them continue to bicker being you “Good one” Adam curses at Hailey who again doesn’t seem fazed “I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. You can’t tell me they’re both so oblivious to it as well”. Adam runs his hand along his jawline and stands to pick your jacket up which had fallen on the floor, you hear him mutter a soft ‘sorry’ which you acknowledge with a forced smile “I’ll see you tomorrow”. 

You shrug your jacket on and head for the door, slightly underestimating how cold Chicago can be and regretting not picking up a thicker coat. You start the traitorous walk down the road but feel your phone buzz in your pocket 

‘Stop walking and wait for me’

You squint to see who it was from and your heart slightly picks up speed when you say Jay’s name at the top of the screen, you come to a stop and turn to look over your shoulder. Not seeing anyone there you carry on walking but keep your phone in your grasp when it vibrates again

‘What did I just say Y/N..’

 You chuckle at the message and take another look behind you but this time seeing Jay a few steps away “you really don’t listen for shit do you” he greets and you scoff “Well, nice to see you too”. You carry on walking and Jay jogs to catch up and walks closely alongside you “Early night for you as well then?” you break the silence and he just nods with his hands stuffed in his pockets “Not as good when you’re partners not there” he remains with his eyes pinned to the path ahead and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks and are suddenly grateful for the darkness so he can’t see. You come to a stop and Jay turns back to look at you confused “You don’t live this way? In fact that way” you point in the opposite direction you’re walking and his eyes quickly dart back to you “You think I’d let you walk home alone?” he almost chuckles to himself but you don’t match his amusement “Jay, it’s not even 8pm and I’ve only had a few drinks. Thank you but I’m fine” you pat him on the shoulder and continue walking, you barely get a step away when he’s back by your side.

“I get that, but  I’d feel better if you let me walk you home “. You’re reminded that you still have your phone in your hand when you feel it vibrate, you look down to see Adam’s name flash up on the screen. You show Jay the screen and you can’t help but notice the way he seems to straighten up when he reads the name, you ignore this and answer the phone “Hey Adam” you chime and Jay vaguely hears him respond on the other end “Hold on a minute” you put the phone to your shoulder to muffle the speaker and so Adam can’t hear “Look, if I stay on the phone with Adam and walk home alone. Will that make you feel better?” you whisper to Jay who clears his throat and nods “Do whatever you want” he responds in a harsh but quiet tone before heading back towards the bar. “Sorry, as you were saying..” you turn your attention back to the phone call and carry on your journey home. 

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The phone call only last a few minutes after Jay left but you made a note to tell Jay it was the full length of your journey home if he ever asks.. You step in the elevator to your apartment block and click the button for your floor, you grasp at the hand rail behind you and lean your head back on the mirror, you were shattered and just ready for bed. The elevator chimes and the doors open, as you exit and head for your apartment you find yourself rummaging around your pockets to find your key, you turn the corner and nearly jump out of your skin as you see Jay stood outside your door, leaning on the wall with his knee bent and foot resting below him. 

He sees your reaction and turns to face you walking towards him “sorry I didn’t mean to make you jump” he softly whispers as you turn the key in the lock “Maybe don’t wait outside my front door when I’m not expecting anyone to be there smart ass” you hit back, still not sure on his attitude when he left you earlier. 

You walk in the apartment and hang your jacket on the hook but turn back to see Jay still hadn’t moved “You coming in or did you come all this way to stand in the hall?” you question but head further in, leaving the door open. You pour yourself a glass of water and hear the door close and the floorboards creak as Jay walks over to join you “What’s going on Jay?” you ask as he leans on the doorframe and therefore making it difficult for you to get past “What did Adam want?” he tilts his head to question but you can tell he isn’t feeling as confident as he wants you to think. You exhale in a laugh and take a step towards him, you expect him to move but he stands his ground and remains in his spot. This forces you to step sideways out of the door, your body glides closely with his. So much so that if you had looked up as you passed him your faces would’ve been inches apart as he looked down at you. You huff and place your glass of water on the side and begin to take your shoes off by the sofa “Just wanted to apologize again for Hailey, I don’t know I wasn’t really listening” you trail off as you find your attention is now more on Jay’s actions and what he’s doing. 

It takes him a minute to turn from where he is standing and face you, you walk in front of him and lean the back of your legs on the sofa to examine him, his eyes flick up and down your body and you reach for your drink to try and act like you didn’t notice “So you’d rather have him keep you company on your walk home than me, I see” he confidentially takes a stride towards you and folds his arms across his chest. You can’t help but notice the way his arms bulge through the tightness of his shirt and struggle to keep your eyes on him and not roaming to admire them “Grow up Jay” you scoff but see him take another step towards you “what are you even doing here anyway?” you add but he remains silent. 

“If you’re just gonna stand and not say anything I’m gonna leave you here and go to bed” you stand from your spot and step away from him and towards your room. You’re stopped in your tracks when his arm latches onto your wrist to stop you “Hailey was right you know” he keeps his grasp on you tight, not in a way that it hurts but almost as if he was worried that otherwise you would walk off.

You open your mouth to speak but he soon cuts you off “I mean not about the fact there isn’t much I would run into a burning building for, as we know from past experiences that isn’t true” you laugh at the memory from when he darted back into an old house that had just caught alight because he had left his phone on the side but he seems to regain your attention “You know what, It’s late I should probably go” he releases his hold on you and you can’t ignore the emptiness you feel from loosing the tiniest bit of contact from him “You can’t be serious Jay. You can’t say that and then leave?” you both fall silent as you wait for the other to speak but you weren’t going to crack first.

“I didn’t plan on coming here Y/N. I didn’t think I would be standing here saying this to you but you were on the phone to Adam and instead of me heading home I found myself coming here to make sure you got home safe. I wish I didn’t care if you were on the phone to him when you walked home, but I do Y/N. I care that it’s me that you choose to keep you company and I’m the one to make sure you’re safe because quite frankly I don’t trust anyone else and especially you to make sure that you are. You’re the most caring person I know and honestly it terrifies me because I know you won’t stop at anything to make sure everyone around you is fine, even if it means that you aren’t and I’m sorry but it’s true”. The way his chest is quickly rising and falling from his outburst stuns you, you’d seen him loose control of his emotions before but not like this. He always struggles to hide his true feelings and shows alot of emotion, but in more actions than words and you never thought you’d see him act this way towards you. 

“That’s great Jay, just great. Here you are turning up at my door because you don’t trust me to keep myself safe. You’re my partner Jay you’re supposed to trust me an-” you begin to retaliate but yet again he is there to cut you off “I do trust you Y/N. I trust you with my life and I trust you a fuck tonne more than anyone else I know but I know you won’t stop at anything to make sure everyone else is okay, so is it so bad that I wanted to make sure you got home safe?” you find him now stood inches from you and you had absentmindedly mirrored his actions but tensely hanging your arms by your side, so rigid that you can’t bring yourself to move them “So what, if I asked you to stay. Would you?” you half heartedly laugh as you almost expect him to shrug if off and give you some funny look.

“Of course I would Y/N. Are you not listening to me? I would stay tonight, I would stay tomorrow. I would stay every god damn day if I could. I don’t wait you on the phone to another guy when it should be me, I should be the one making you feel safe and not anyone else” his tone and volume picks up again just when he seemed to be calming down and you curse yourself for making him react this way again. You take another step towards him as he tries to say something else, you raise your finger to his lip to stop him. His eyes flicker between your fingertip and then back to you in confusion but he doesn’t say another word. The desperation in his eyes as he scans your face makes your heart ache and you feel it alight something within you “Just don’t say another word” you bring your face towards him and place a quick kiss onto his skin “Take your anger out on me”. You run your fingertip along his jawline run your thumb along his bottom lip to place another kiss to the side of his neck “Y/N” he warns, his voice now in a low and much more serious tone.

“I mean it Jay, everything you just said. Prove it to me” you continue to trail light pecks along his skin and leading up the the corner of his mouth “Don’t start something you don’t want to finish” the way he grips at your hips makes you edge them towards him, earning a low moan to escape from his lips “Prove it to me Jay, prove why it should be you and no one else” you taunt as he locks his eyes with yours, he nudges at your legs which are positioned together so his knee slips between them “you have no idea what you’ve just let yourself in for”.

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[dailyreverie]

Pink laundry

A/N: I know its Thursday morning (at least for me it is) but here is my blurb for this week's Writer Wednesday from @autumnleaves1991-blog .

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Word count: 819

Warnings: Bucky's red Henley is the villain.

My inbox is always open if you want to request a headcanon or blurb!

Whites with whites and colors with colors. That's the exact same instruction you gave Bucky before leaving him alone with the pile of clothes that needed to be sorted.

So, after giving him that task, you just couldn't understand why the load of white clothes came out pink. That is, until at the bottom of the washing machine you see the culprit.

His stupid red Henley.

You find him sitting in the living room, a movie playing in the background, clueless of his mistake while you are fuming inside. "Hey you blind old man!" Bucky turns to look at you, but instead of meeting you face, his shirt hits him in the face.

"What the hell?" He asks confused.

“You had ONE job Bucky.” He stands up, your angry stare telling him that he should prepare for battle even if he has no clue what the battle will be about. You are standing with a basket full of pink clothes, and with the red Henley in his hands it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.

His eyes grow wide, panic going through them. “Shit, doll. I am so sorry.” He takes one step towards you, unsure if he should approach you or if he is safer a few feet away. “Is it all ruined?”

“What do you think?”

His hand goes through his hair, trying to come up with a solution. “I’m gonna fix this, I promise.” He says. But of course Bucky has no idea of how to remove color from the white clothes, which makes the situation even worse. What he can fix, he realizes, is the look on your face.

“You better, James.” Your voice replied sternly.

His arms reach up, hands doing grabbing movements towards you as he walks a few steps more to you. “Yes, love, I promise. Now come on.”

“No! You can’t do that now!” You place the basket in front of you, blocking your body from Bucky’s hands.

“Do what?” He asks, faking not to know that whenever his hands start calling you, you really have no escape.

“That! Your hand thing!” You start walking backwards as he starts to come closer. “I’m mad at you, you can’t fix that like this.”

Bucky’s eyebrow goes up and a mischievous grin finds his way to his lips. “Are you sure, doll?” He quickly grabs the laundry basket and pulls it from you, trying to grab your body in the process. The basket hits the floor, now with pink items scattered all over it. You shriek in surprise and start running towards the laundry room, laughing all the way as you feel Bucky close behind your heels, his hands still trying to get a hold of you.

Bucky’s metal arm finally catches you when you enter the laundry room, wrapping around your waist, fingertips ghosting along the skin he can find. You squirm as your laugh fills the apartment, his fingers tickling you restlessly while you try to break free.

“Are you still mad at me?” He asks, unable to stop grinning from your contagious laughter.

“Yes! Yes I am, Bucky.” You answer between fits of giggles.

In a swift movement he turns you around, stopping the tickling and holding your waist with both of his hands. His lips meet yours in a hungry kiss, making you hold to his neck to prevent from falling. He starts to push you backwards until your back hits the washing machine, vibrating from the load of actually colored clothes it was washing now.

“This is not going to fix it, you know?” You ask when you pull apart to catch some air.

“I thought I was doing a pretty decent job at it.” He says, his voice hoarse from the kiss.

“Are you kidding me? All my bras are pink now!”

“So? Don’t wear one,” His hands reach down your shirt and travel up your back “I don’t see the problem here.”

You look up at his eyes, which you can see are already coming up with thousands of ideas as they scan your body, desperately trying to make you forget about the pink clothes. “Ha ha. No, sarge, not this time.” You grab his hands and pull them away from your body.

He sighs defeated, arms falling to his side. “I have no idea of how to un-color clothes.”

You reach for his phone, resting casually on the pocket of his pants, and press it against his chest. “That’s what Google is for. Welcome to the modern age.”

He hears your steps walking away from the laundry room. The screen in his phone looks at him expectantly as he tries to figure out how to google the fix he needed.

“Oh, by the way…” Your head pops up from the frame of the door and he looks up at you holding his red shirt in your hands. “...the Henley is grounded.”

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[sambvcks]

crawl home to her, b.b. x reader

chapter one // body’s working on empty

summary: bucky isn’t as receptive to this new life of his as everyone had hoped. he’s cold, sharp-tongued, and closed off. except to the tenant across the hallway from him, who always wears pajamas and bakes a dozen too many of his favorite cookies

warnings: food, nothing too bad this chapter!

word count: 1.5k-ish

author’s note: i thought my marvel phase ended five years ago...here we are again. i haven’t written in awhile so please be kind! title and chapter titles taken from hozier’s ‘work song’.

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Five minutes into their first session, Bucky decided he was going to make Dr. Raynor’s job as difficult as he possibly could.

It wouldn’t be an impossible task, seeing how this whole ordeal depended on him opening up and talking, two things that he had abandoned decades ago. Her unwavering stare was nothing more than a challenge, these fifty-minute sessions once a week were nothing more than a slight inconvenience to his lackluster day to day routine. He would play along, do whatever exercises she asked, and feign stability until he never had to see her again.

“Since this is our first session together, we’ll take it easy.” She promised with a forced upturn of her lips before whipping out her notebook.

Suddenly, it felt like he was encased in bulletproof glass in Berlin again. He remembered that the last time he had been forced into receiving psychiatric help, it hadn’t exactly gone to plan. His chin fell to his chest, hands wringing together as he thought of any excuse to request a different doctor. 

“Let’s begin.”

It was already getting too hot to wear leather gloves and his heavy jacket. New York’s heatwave was supposed to be the highest on record this year and while kids popped open fire hydrants in the street, Bucky would be settled on the hardwood floor in the back corner of his apartment, waiting.

Waiting for what, he wasn’t quite sure.

It was a fairly nice apartment, newly renovated and practically barren. Government issued and funded, of course, and he had spent the first night pulling the furniture from the walls to the center of the room in search of bugs and cameras. He found thirty-four, destroyed them under a rolling pin, and they hadn’t come to replace them. Message received.

The one thing he really liked about the apartment building were his neighbors. The price tag for a one bedroom was substantial to say the least and only older couples could really afford it. No children, no dogs, no outsiders. The only break from his undisturbed routine would be occasionally helping Mrs. Johnson down the hall carry her groceries as she struggled to get the door unlocked with her brittle hands.

They affectionately called him James and the older women were quick to get a hold of his arms, saying things like “They don’t make them like you anymore, James!”. He swallowed the bile prickling at the back of his throat as he nodded, and they moved on to telling him about their single granddaughters.

It was almost nice, his routine. Almost.

Outside of those small encounters, he spent most of his waking hours jogging in the park and cooking the same three meals. He had his appointment every Wednesday with Dr. Raynor, but that was it. He’d take two trains back to his apartment and wouldn’t emerge again until he needed groceries two days later.

It was when he was returning from one of his biweekly grocery trips, a paper bag settled on his hips, that he spotted you outside his door.

He stilled in the hallway, taking a quick step back to peek around the corner without being spotted. His breath stalled, his ears picking up your soft humming and the crinkle of plastic as you set a bundle of cookies at his doorstep, the only one without a mat. His eyes flicked to the other doors, where identical bags of cookies sat propped up, tied with blood red ribbons.

His shoulders relaxed. No threat.

The bottom of his grocery bag suddenly gave way, fruit rolling in every direction. Bucky fell to his knees, glove clad hands snatching up everything he could reach as quickly as he could manage. You were faster, though, and scooped up a plum that had rolled your way, offering it over as he tried to balance the rest of his groceries in his arms.

“Thanks.” He was quick to sweep past you, hand digging in his pockets for his key.

“James, right? Ms. Robinson downstairs is like, in love with you.”

“Yeah, but, uh-“ Dr. Raynor’s instructions from their last session rang in his head, as much as he tried to tune her out: make connections. “You can call me Bucky.” He cleared his throat. “And Mrs. Robinson is far too good for me.”

“Bucky it is then.” You trailed him down the hallway, “Y/N.”

Bucky tried to sneak a glance at you from the corner of his eyes, which was harder to inconspicuously do now that he had gotten a haircut and couldn’t hide his wandering eyes behind long tresses. Young was Bucky’s first thought. much younger than the other renters in the building. Bright was next, followed by much too smiley for a Tuesday morning.

Pretty, he admitted as he turned his back to unlock his door. Maybe in another life he would have lingered in the hall, his so-called effortless charm seeping through as you swooned at the very thought of a date with James Buchanan Barnes. But that life was long gone, and instead he rushed to retreat.

“Oh, don’t forget these.” You swooped down to collect the bundle of cookies you had left at his door, handing them to the hand that wasn’t delicately balancing the pile of groceries he still held against his impossibly broad shoulders. “Oatmeal raisin, super-secret family recipe.”

He was back in the doorway of his ma’s kitchen, watching his little sister balance on a wobbling stool as she struggled to crack and egg with her little fingers. He can so distinctly see the pale green of the cabinets, remember the fight his parents had when she begged for that shade of green while his dad had wanted white. Of course, she won.

“These are your brother’s favorite.” His ma whispered to his sister; her flour covered hands reaching for the age faded index card with their grandmother’s script detailing the ingredients. “Our family’s recipe. One day, you will make these for your children. And your children’s children.”

Rebecca, still so young and with a hatred for smelly boys deep in her bones, giggled at the mere thought as her fingers fished out the bits of eggshell that snuck their way into the bowl. She wiped it away on the spare apron tied twice around her waist, much too big for her. 

Bucky would never see her grow into it. He would be drafted only a few months later.

In the meantime, he would bundle half a dozen of them in a tea towel and split them with Steve on the walk to the movie theater. Steve would begrudgingly admit that Buck’s ma made the best cookies, but his made the best brisket. They’d sneak in through the back door and do it all again the next weekend, until they ran out of weekends together.

“Oatmeal raisin are my favorite.” He admitted, accepting your offering like a stray cat does to the first scrap of food from a stranger.

“I think you’re the only person under the age on one hundred to ever say that.” You teased, backing away to the door adjacent to his, “Anyway, don’t tell me things like that. I’m a stress baker and with finals coming up…” You winced at the image of the dozens of batches you would surely be whipping up in the coming weeks.

“Finals?”

“Law school, one semester left.” You fished your own keys from your back pocket. Bucky barely held in the scoff at the shiny Spider-Man keychain that dangled from your fingers. “You?”

“Oh, no. I haven’t been in school in what feels like…a century.”

“Well, I’m all alone here and as much as I would love to, I can’t eat everything that I bake. So, expect a few dozen muffins and cookies every few days.”

“No arguing from me, doll.”

You both lingered in the small hallway, only a few steps apart, each leaning against your respective doors. Keys in each hand, with no intention of using them any time soon.

“Law school, you said? How do you afford a place like this?” Bucky was sure he was the only recently pardoned fugitive under this room.

“Well, this used to be my grandma’s apartment and it was handed down to me in a maybe no so legal way. If the landlord asks, I’m an eighty-year-old woman who doesn’t know how to work her answering machine.”

He huffed a laugh, mostly because that wasn’t particularly far from how he felt with today’s tech. The flip phone that Dr. Raynor had described as archaic sat heavy in his back pocket with only three names programed into his contacts. Don’t get him started on his television.

“Nice to meet you, Bucky.”

With that, you each stepping into your respective apartments. Bucky stalled at his door for a moment, listening as you locked and dead bolted your door behind you. He sighed, dumping his half-ruined groceries on his barren kitchen island.

The next day, he’d have another appointment with Dr. Raynor. This time when he’d say I’m trying, as he did each week, it wouldn’t be a complete lie. His phone buzzed in his back pocket.

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From: Sam

You coming up this weekend?

Don’t ignore me this time. He’s getting worse, Buck.