#Both awful and infuriating. You want the man to stop but you know he won't and you get why he CAN'T

[tarmac-rat]

Hey hey I need to uuh hum fight you at the back of a Denny's or something over those tags on my cyberpunk post lile wtf? That's such a good analysis of his character I love your work a lot in general but this is doing me in I'm gonna cry, you're so fucking right about this dumb broken man 🥺😠

I will not fight you I will bake you a cake and give you a kiss because you're very sweet I appreciate your kindness 😘

I really love your perspective on Johnny's disabilities and addictions impacting how he sees and interacts with the world-- as someone who herself isn't disabled I tend to overlook the way people view the world through that lens and as a result have realized that I haven't touched upon it much in my own analysis of Cyberpunk, and your insight really was spot-on and spoke to me in a way I hadn't considered before.

I talk a lot about the themes and meta of the game but Pondsmith himself came out and said, like, before the game came out that Johnny is not the hero of the story. He THINKS he's the hero of the story but the way people and even himself idolize him and his actions are in many ways his biggest shortcoming. Johnny is addicted to the image of himself, much like he's addicted to his vices and addicted to his cause. He needs his anchors no matter how detrimental they are to him, but in many respects those anchors were never his choice. Now he's stuck in his place, dug in and unable to move, and that's the way he dies. Alone, unmoored, and stuck in his ways.

He's a very tragic and even empathetic character-- I do understand why he does the things he does and feel for him when he suffers tragedies-- but treating him as a hero of this story is wrong, in my opinion. He's a disabled, traumatized war veteran who was set up in life to fail at a very early age. His flaws are of his own making. They are not of his own design.

[totally-a-different-person]

Future Tom x Jon x Tom

Top- Future Tom and Tom

Bottom- Jon

It all started when Future Tom come to past, he saw Jon as he flirts him, then, without their knowledge, Tom saw that as he mad at future self for stealing Jon from him

Ok I was very excited to write this one, I like the idea a lot and hope you like what i have to add to it (nsft past this point proceed at your own risk)

It was a very nice night, Jon and Tom were having a little movie night date since they had the house to themselves. Tom was in the kitchen cooking since he knew Jon liked when he made dinner for him.

Meanwhile Jon was in the living room, deciding on a movie while waiting for him. He looked through the various DVDs and VHS tapes before him on the coffee table trying to decide what they should put on, when his attention was grabbed by a weird noise.

It came from the hallway that led to the bedrooms and was connected to the kitchen. The brit just stared, it was too dark to see at the moment but his nerves were put at ease by seeing Tom. He looked different though, a little silly.

"What are you wearing??" Jon asked with a chuckle, he had what looked like some play goggles, and a vest as well as some button up shirt he wasn't wearing before. He didn't answer the question though, he seemed distracted, just staring at Jon in awe.

"Hello?" The shorter sat up and turned to face him, leaning over the back of the couch. "Uh- yeah, yeah... Sorry. I don't know..." He mumbled the last part and got a little closer to Jon, placing a hand on the man's face.

Jon chuckled softly and leaned into his hand a bit "well ok... Did you want some help with the- woah!" Future Tom wrapped his arms around Jon and pulled him closer quickly, kissing him deeply. He would have to leave soon, very soon, and he just needed to, so bad.

Jon flinched before quickly calming down and kissing back, taking a breath once they moved away and laughing, cheeks flushed "geez, what's gotten into you" he moved his hands from Tom's shoulders to around his neck. He liked it whatever it was. He was kissed again, this one more passionate, Jon tilting his head slightly to deepen it, before quickly moving away when he heard a familiar voice "What the fuck!?"

It was... Tom? He stared at Tom for a moment, he was wearing his usual clothes and an apron, just what he had been when Jon last saw him making it very clear was was the right Tom, causing a flash of panic to jolt through him as he pushed the man holding him away and looking at him in fear, standing up off the couch. Though he looked a bit hurt by Jon being afraid of him.

"I can explain what-" he was cut off by Tom who looked furious, shoving the other version of himself harshly "I DON'T CARE, IT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER, DON'T TOUCH HIM!"

The man tried to grab Tom's hands to stop him but was unsuccessful, just being pushed again. He was starting to lose patience, he was going to attempt to restrain him but Jon quickly separated them, getting between them which caused them both to stop immediately, not wanting him to get hurt. Though his Tom still looked infuriated, staring past Jon at the man.

He pulled Jon closer to him, away from the stranger. He wasn't at all concerned with the fact that they looked just like him, maybe a little older though, thoughts consumed by anger. The man sighed again, making more of an effort to calm down then Tom was "I can explain if you'll let me, I'm you, just from the future," 'so stop fucking trying to fight me it won't solve anything' is what he wanted to say, but instead he continues.

"I came back in time for something else but... I wanted to see Jon too." Tom just scoffed "what, you don't have him in your time?" He held Jon a bit closer, but he was stopped. Confused, he looked down at the blond. He looked like he felt bad, sympathetic. And he did "what happened to me?' he spoke softly. Future Tom sighed and shook his head a bit "I can't say, it could mess things up in the future" he explained and Tom looked skeptical and frankly a little frustrated, but Jon just nodded.

It was clear to him that this was his Tom, no matter how much time had passed, he still looked at him the same. He treated him with the same care and sweetness, it was clear to him. "I'm not gonna be, here for long, and I just wanted to see you again, be able to touch you one more time, his cheeks went a light pink, as did Jon's.

He touched Jon's cheek but the shorter man stopped him since Tom looked about ready to bite his hand off "wait, only if... He stays" that seemed to calm Tom down a bit. "Fine by me" he leaned in and kissed Jon's forehead. Then moved to once again kiss his lips, he kissed him deeply and placed his hands on Jon's hips.

Jon let his eyes fall shut and tilted his head a bit, he kissed just like Tom did, if not a little more roughly, sort of forceful in a way. But the blond found that he liked that a lot. He felt his Tom's hands on his sides then forward to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them while leaning into the crook of his neck to place soft kisses sending a little shudder up the man's spine causing him to give a soft whine.

He melted against the man behind him as his shirt was unbuttoned then F Tom slipped it off of him rubbing his sides. He broke away from the kiss with a soft breath, letting one of his Tom's hands go to place it on the other one's chest just to get a bit of distance for a moment so he could speak.

"W-wait, we should go up to my room" The older man looked at Tom, who nodded, moving away from Jon but keeping his hand "come on then" he led him up to his room. Pretty much the second the door was shut F Tom grabbed Jon and put him on the bed as he yelped a bit, stomach down, and began taking his pants off. Tom grabbed the lube out of Jon's drawer, familiar with where he kept it.

The older Tom took the smaller man's bottoms off and picked him up, sitting him in his lap and fully slipping his shirt off as well. Jon blushed and gave a little whimper as his Tom sat in front of him and used one hand to open the lube, his other grabbing and gently pulling Jon's nipple. This elected a little moan from him, squirming more. F Tom forced his legs apart and held them there while the younger man pressed two cold, lubed up fingers against his entrance.

Jon was more than willing and ready, practically drooling as he held onto the man behind him, his dick twitching slightly as he felt them being pushed in. "O-ooh~" He moaned softly, giving a breath and pushing his hips forward a bit, nonverbally asking for more. Tom pushed them all the way in, then added a third before he started moving them, trusting them into Jon relatively quickly as the boy moaned and gasped, melting against the man behind him and holding onto him tight.

He pushed them deep, occasionally curling them electing a loud moan, followed by sweet wines and huffing as he spread his legs more though they were shaking. His twitching cock drooled pre that dripped onto his stomach and pelvis, aching to be touched. The blond gave in to the desire, letting go of F Tom's hand to reach down, gently taking his dick into his hands.

Though he didn't even get to relive any pressure, the man behind his taking his hand and stopping him "no no, we'll take care of you sweetheart" He grabbed the lube and put a bit into his hand then took Jon's cock into his own hand, stroking him as the other Tom continued using his fingers, now kissing the shorter's neck. Jon was overwhelmed, his now free hand tangling itself in Tom's hair as he moaned more.

"P-please..." He huffed, the older man leaning down, pressing a kiss to his ear before asking "please what sweetheart?" "please fuck me" he breathed, making Tom's face go red "I want it so bad..." He honestly really really hoped they were gonna plow him at the same time, he wanted them inside of him so desperately already and the idea of being pressed between two of his boyfriend while being railed was enough to leave him lightheaded on it's own.

Tom took his fingers out and didn't waste any time unbuckling his belt then unzipping his pants, slipping them off along with his boxers. He grabbed Jon's legs and spread them as he pressed himself against the shorter man's hole, slowly pushing inside as the brit whined, arching his back slightly and taking deep shaking breaths.

Tom pushed all the way inside, then started moving right away, thrusting into him slowly getting harder. Jon was loud, moaning and gasping, he would mumble things like "oh god~" or "harder-" his voice being soft and quivering, his words came out like they would evaporate or wisp away immediately after spoken.

He was never very quiet, giving lots of moans as Tom gave long hard thrusts pounding into him. Jon leaned his head back a bit as he kissed the older man behind him. One of his hands was still occupied with the shorter's cock, the other coming up to grab his hair and pulling gently, making wine as he tilted his head back for him. The blond broke the kiss, panting softly and giving a high moan before speaking.

"p-please, put it in me, I-I can take both" he begged sounding almost frantic as he did, eyes half lidded and cheeks bright red. F Tom bit his lip slightly as he let go of Jon's member and took his own out, then grabbing Jon's hips and holding him still as he pushed inside as well, Tom still pounding into him, even a little bit harder now.

Jon screamed as he did, crying Tom's name and leaning against him, wrapping his arms around the man's neck. Once they were both moving he was broken, just a mess, pretty much screaming and jolting every time he was thrusted into, his hands were shaking and his thighs were twitching slightly as he got closer.

Tom really really did try his best to keep a level head on his shoulders while fucking Jon, because he was scared of hurting him. But when it got so intense and he could hear Jon's wonderful little cries and broken moans or got so hard. He just wanted to pin him down and rail him as much as he could, cum so deep inside of him over and over, the voice in his head telling him to do so certainly wasn't getting quieter.

The demon started going as hard as he could, and that sent Jon over the edge nearly immediately, burying his face in Tom's shoulder and screaming especially loud as he did. He was gasping and twitching as he came on his and Tom's lower stomach.

Jon was practically on cloud nine, fuzzy blissed out expression on his face as he was overstimulated, moaning loudly as he was pounded into from both sides. He couldn't think, his brain was too melted by the unbelievable heat and pleasure he felt. He cried out as Tom bit into his shoulder, shoving his dick as deep into the man as he could before he came heavily inside of him, Jon moaning out softly, already feeling his climax starting to build again.

Tom pulled out, letting Jon's legs go as the man behind him lifted him up a bit, pounding up into him and bringing him closer to his chest. The blond whimpered and leaned back against him, looking up at him, still giving lots of moans and cries every time it was slammed into him. Tom kissed his cheek and down to his neck, biting down hard listening to the way he moaned louder, jolting slightly.

While Tom made lots of harsh bite marks on his boyfriend's neck and shoulders the older man started going harder and once again Jon was overwhelmed by the two of them, screaming as he came a second time and pretty much throwing his head back on F Tom's shoulder.

The time traveler, feeling Jon's hot insides squeeze around him gave a sharp grunt as he came as well, honestly rather surprised by his own orgasm. Jon moaned again, now panting heavily and starting to calm down as the taller man has stopped thrusting into him. He still had that lustful, hazy look on his face, though seemed much more satisfied now.

Tom moved back a bit as the older version of him pushed Jon forward on his knees, having him bend over before pulling out, listening to the boy gasp softly. Tom ran his fingers into Jon's hair, he seemed pretty out of it, leaning into his touch slightly making thean chuckle. He looked past Jon at the taller man "You gonna have another go?" He shook his head, getting redressed properly "all yours, I already wasn't supposed to stay for this long"

Tom nodded as he picked Jon up, holding him close and setting him in his lap. The blond smiled and got comfortable, snuggling up to him, letting his eyes fall shut for now. F Tom got up and left Jon's bedroom, some fancy futuristic noises coming from the hallway and he was gone, leaving behing nothing but a little burnt spot in the carpet that smelled like plastic.

The demon held his boyfriend and kissed his forehead, cleaning him up a bit before laying down with him in the covers.

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 051: Never Let The Black Cat Cross Your Path (ASM 194-195)

MASTERPOST

In this post, we meet the Black Cat!

It's a fun one, but it's also frustrating.

Our story begins with us following Black Cat as she steals a document from the police headquarters and swiftly gets herself a lackey.

And while the director of the care facility where May lives is still being threatened by Uncle Ben's killer, Betty and Ned have it out. Jameson's not happy to learn that Peter's been playing for the other team.

By which I mean, he's photographing for the Globe now. Good for him! And the Globe treats him infinitely better than J.J. ever did.

Spidey visits Jonah, but they each have a surprise for each other and neither of them ends up saying it. Peter's convinced Jonah's seen his face under his mask when he was unconscious, but it's pretty clear that's not the case.

Spidey notices Black Cat and follows her to a meeting with a weapon dealer. He interrupts them, and there's a chase between him and Black Cat, who says "she's not slouch either" and I feel like I've read that expression dozens of times in Wolfman's run.

Meow.

Attagirl! It turns she wasn't lying about the scrapbook later...

And she actually kisses him! Oh, I'm into that. I'm very into that. Naturally, she gets away too. At her lair, Black Cat says she needed henchmen to free someone from prison. I figure it's her dad, from what little I know of her.

The next day...

The Peter/Ned conflict is not advancing, and the following scene was a classic Peter moment. Ok!

Well, everything's tied now!

Peter rushes to leave the Globe, but not without encountering April Maye, a blonde (one more!) girl who's basically Gwen Stacy #4. She had a clone, then we met #3 in the last Spectacular batch, and now this one. Could "April Maye" be an alias? Because it certainly seems a bit too ridiculous, Felicia.

Spidey goes to interrogate papa Hardy in his cell, but Black Cat's here too, and with her henchmen who promptly blow up his cell.

In #195, we get greeted with this cover:

Damn okay alright Marv, calm down! (This isn't actually a particularly exciting cover...)

Black Cat, her dad (shh!) and goons escape. Spidey too, albeit with a dislocated arm.

The goons are barely sent off that someone says that now, they'll work for him instead. Oooh, mystery! And we won't know until the next issue... it's probably Uncle Ben's killer.

So at ESU, Peter's arm is giving him trouble.

But I don't care, because it's much worse to see that everyone's characterization AND face is awful. Why is Harry laughing, he who's never done that before? Even Flash's behavior seems pretty juvenile. Are they back in middle school? Because Harry was never a bully in his screentime.

And then you've got Ned who looks like a 50 year old smoker, and Betty who, unsurprisingly, changes face every issue. What gives? Even Peter's just... ugh. And Betty and Ned are both infuriating in this last panel, like come on.

Ned grabs Peter's arm and asks him if he'll break up their marriage, as if it wasn't already dead and buried. Peter is an ass, both on purpose but also because he's pissed off. Betty slaps him, then...

Oh my goooosh, stop being dumbasses, all of you! And please look your age again. Ross, where are you? I miss you, babe.

Zzzz.

At the Hardy house, Felicia reveals herself to her dad, who's horrified because he never wanted his daughter to do the same thing as him.

As Felicia leaves her house after telling her mom about the news, she's surprised by Spidey, who figured out who she is.

To be fair, I'm entirely on Felicia's side here. First off, a thief? He was probably stealing the rich, so I don't care. And he's dying? Felicia wants him to finish his life next to his family, and I completely understand. Spidey is an ass. Not the first time.

Felicia ends up faking her death (most probably), just as her dad dies for real, away from his daughter.

Depressed, Peter goes home and finds a letter.

Well, Uncle Ben's killer's gonna suffer in an upcoming issue, I'm sure of it.

In the letters:

I don't know, I'm not convinced by Wolfman's tenure in Tomb of Dracula either.

YES. I FEEL THIS SO MUCH.

PREACH.

Anyway, see you next time!

[brideofcthulhu10]

I promised you guys I'd whittle something out before the end of the day! (Currently its 11:30 here, so I made my deadline lol) So here's a bit of drama and fluff. Every couple fights, even vampires, but the most important thing is to take responsibility for your actions and communicate. With that in mind, I give you: 

Lost Boys Make Their Fem!S/O Cry During a Fight

CONTENT WARNING: Sexual Themes, Possible Triggers, Topics of Physical and Verbal Anger

David

David is not known to mince words in any scenario, so you can bet that means he chooses an s/o who can handle his bluntness. The same could be said for your fights. Unlike Dwayne and Paul, David rarely yells anymore. Instead he's harsh, cold, and what he says often hits very hard. He doesn't tip toe around when he's calm, you can damn well bet he isn't going to be considerate when you tick him off. He can be quite jealous at times, but often it doesn't lead to a fight. Admittedly he can be a tad petty as well, but getting genuinely enraged towards you is not as common. A spat is one thing, but a serious fight can get ugly fast. He is almost jolted when he hears a sharp breath muffled under your hand. Hell he's only ever heard you make that sound during sex, and this was definitely no time to be turned on. He'll turn around and see you with your hand over your mouth trying to hide your shame and feel ungodly levels of guilt. 

David's words are harsh, and when you turn out of the room he's still sitting there utterly flabbergasted that you had such a tearful expression. After all, you had to know he didn't mean it..right?

David will definitely sulk, he hates admitting he was wrong. Not necessarily because he thinks he's in the right for being cruel, but rather he's sure you just need space and then things will get better. He'll expect you back any day... So when you don't, he kind of goes into denial and will wait, and wait… and wait... 

The guys stopped asking about you because every time he hears your name mentioned he grows more pissed off. Eventually he explodes in a rage, which is extremely rare for David.

"So uh.. about Y/N-"

"Why isn't she back yet?! This is stupid, she should know that I don't mean it!"

"Hey, David, man why don't you go talk to Y/N? I sure if you-"

"No! If she wants to stay away, fucking fine! Good riddance!"

Truthfully he's upset. Beyond that, really. He feels awful for making you cry, he's afraid you might hate him now, but he doesn't know how to approach the situation. Apologizing is difficult, to David it's a form of defeat and a part of him doesn't want to face that it's his fault you're gone. 

Eventually he caves in after a week and a half. He misses you like crazy! The guilt gnaw at him to the point that he can't sleep, he can't think straight. Even blood begins to have a bitter taste to it. 

It'll be a late night, closer to 3 am when he just silently appears in your room. If you're asleep he'll just stand there and watch you for a moment. Mostly trying to build up enough willpower to do what he's about to. 

Expect his apology to be kind of crappy. At least, at first. It'll come off as angry, even a bit misguided just because he really hates admitting he fucked up. But when he does, it's the most sincere, heartbreaking moment of your relationship. He may have to turn away from you and shut his eyes before any tears tempt his cheeks. You can't see him like that. Tears means he's getting emotional, that means he's growing attached, and attachment… it's a weakness. When he's weak and attached, people die. 

He lost a love before because he couldn't protect her, he's lost his brothers once because he got careless and underestimated his enemy, he can't lose more. 

Once he apologizes and you come back to him, he's a bit more attached to you physically. He'll hold you from behind with his chin on your shoulder while sitting on his bike, have you sit on his lap at the hotel, even on the boardwalk he's become more open by holding your hand. He isn't ready to say the big "L" word just yet, so this is the most he can muster. Whenever he's too harsh now he'll apologize by hugging you to him. David is still scared of getting close, but he's more afraid of pushing you away from his lack of filter.

Dwayne

It takes a lot to ruffle Dwayne's feathers, so already he's not one to be careless with his words. Unfortunately once he's pushed to that point all bets are off. This usually dismissive vampire of little words becomes an eruption of rage. A lot of it is physical. He'll throw a table or punch a hole in a cement wall. He doesn't mean to scare you. When he gets that worked up he becomes unbelievably tense, almost his body's way of warning you not to push him. With fangs out, standing in the wreckage of his rage he'll pause to see you failing to hold back a mess of tears and immediately stops.

At that point he's exhausted. Rage takes a lot out of him, in the end he just feels flustered and a bit ashamed for losing his cool. The longest a fight lasts is maybe a day or two, usually you give each other space but once he's made you cry that's a different story.

Even if you started the fight he recognizes he shouldn't have done what he did. Temper or not, that's not an excuse to blow up at you. He'll be frustrated with himself for losing grasp of his emotions, and he'll probably take some time to think over his words before trying to solve the issue. It's hard to look at someone else's point of view when you're pissed off at them, he knows that better than anyone. Especially since he grew up with siblings before becoming a vampire. When he's got a good grasp on himself he'll probably try to settle things with you so that you two can get things back to normal.

"Y/N… come here, please," he'll say softly, patting the seat next to him on the couch. As soon as you do, he slings his arm around your shoulder and yanks you into his chest. He doesn't look down at you or say a word, he'll rest his chin on his fist looking straight ahead searching for the right words. If it was a mutual argument he'll explain his own point of view after apologizing for losing his temper, and when it's your turn he'll listen quietly. If it was on him, he's even more remorseful. He's reaching almost a hundred years old by now, he should know better. Truthfully he had the same issue when he was alive, but he never meant to drive you to tears. You'll both sit quietly together on the couch, Dwayne rubbing your back until you've calmed down. After all is said and done he'll tell you how much he loves you, he doesn't want to leave any negative feelings still in your heart. Relationships are a pain, he knows that, but he cares about you more than his own life. 

Paul

Oh when you two go at it the gloves are off! Paul is the most emotional of the group, so when he gets mad all he sees is red. There will be a massive amount of yelling, he may even be fighting back some tears himself. He'll get physically frustrated, punching walls, throwing furniture, kicking things over. Yes, he might get in your face, and you can definitely expect him to bare his teeth at you. Especially if you're in his face too. By now it's not scary, just even more infuriating that he's trying to make to back out using intimidation. 

When you cry it can go one of two ways. It really depends on the context of the fight.

If you started it, or it was a mutual argument he may storm off somewhere in the cave. To him crying can be a cheap tactic to make him feel guilty, so if you've done it when you've done something wrong it upsets him… even more so because he feels like crap! He hates fighting with you! You're his kitten, his babe, regardless whether or not you started the fight he feels terrible seeing you like that. He's just so damn frustrated! After mellowing out with a thick ol' stick of the devil's lettuce he'll sulk out with his hands in his pockets. If you're still there he'll plop next to you and explain why he was so ticked off. Granted, it isn't exactly eloquent the way he puts it. After all emotions are tricky, he doesn't always know how to express himself verbally. If you've already left and it's still night, he'll fly over to your place and try to settle things with you. He doesn't want to go to bed angry at you, and he definitely doesn't want you going to bed upset with him.

If the fight was started by him, or if you're genuinely upset he'll stop. Especially if your tears are from him hurting you. Then it's all love. He sets aside his temper, and pulls you into his arms. It'll take a moment for him to calm down, but it's just a plethora of tender apologies while he holds you.

"I'm sorry kitty-cat," he coaxes you, holding your head to his chest. "Don't cry, okay? I hate it when you cry." 

If you aren't emotionally drained there'll probably be a lot of make-up sex in either situation. Once you two have made up, he wants to do everything he can to be close to you. Plus, he needs a release as well. Afterwards, he'll snuggle up to you still wearily mumbling apologies under his breath. 

Marko

Anger isn't a common emotion for Marko. Well, unchecked rage that is. He can get a little irritated, but it really takes a lot for him to lose his temper. Even still it's closer to David's methods than Paul. Again it's the context. If you've done something wrong or started the fight he'll be more prone to outbursts. 

While you're screaming at him, in his face he'll just watch you silently with a blank stare. On the surface he's calm. There's not a lot of yelling, but there can be some physical rage if you really push him. Marko would punch the wall and leave a crumbling chasm in his path, reminding you what happens when he's pushed too far. Truthfully he'd never put you in harm's way, but when he gets like this it's hard for him to stifle his predatorial rage that tends to poke through the cracks. 

If he's the one who's upset with you, even if it's on him, he probably won't let on at first. While not petty, he'll seem distant from you. In public he'll yank you to him like a wolf warning others to stay away from his mate, but alone in private won't touch you as much. You may try to ace your hand on his shoulder and he'd immediately excuse himself from the room to sulk. If you really get clingy he grows even more agitated and will have very rough angry sex with you, his fangs may even come out in the process. Especially if he's jealous.

 When you cry, it sucks. During a fight, after jealous defiling, when he intimidates you, it just sucks. If you step away from him he knows he's messed up. 

Part of him doesn't want to cave in so easily to your displays of emotion, but if you're legitimately hurt by his actions he'll just let out an exasperated sigh. He may excuse himself verbally for a moment to try and gather his thoughts, or he'll sit you down and try to explain his reasons for being so enraged. If it's on him he'll carry you to the couch and hold you to him. 

"*sigh* Look.. I'm sorry for going overboard the way I did, baby girl. I shouldn't have done that…"

If you cry after sex he'll feel like an utter asshole and hold you tight to him. He'll pet your hair, rub your back, even offer to let you smack him for being such a jerk. He may try to nibble your neck over kiss you until you start to giggle then give you his signature smile.

"There she is. I'm sorry I made you so sad, baby girl."

In all honesty this isn't a common occurrence. Marko still rarely ever gets mad at you, most of the time he's very laid back. So losing his temper is a bit jarring for him as well. He's never sure what will come out when he loses his temper, which is a huge reason why he does everything he can to keep himself in check. You may be a pain in the butt sometimes, but so can he. And above all, you're his pain in the butt. He still loves you more than anything at the end of the day. 

[imjustpeachy8]

An Inconvenient Spark

Part I.  Summary: He's a Commander in the Resistance. You are a lowly force-sensitive thief from an equally lowly planet with order defying tendencies. You two under no circumstance get along. Your life take a turn the moment you decide to save his arrogant sorry-ass from certain death. If only you knew saving him would result in joining the Resistance finding not only your purpose in life - but also the biggest oaf-looking asshole in the whole galaxy. If only you could go back in time to that day - you would let him die, just to rid of this incessant headache Ben Solo is giving you. AU.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2k

A/n:  i just needed an angsty, slow burn Ben Solo fic I guess. Go easy on me guys, this is my first time with writing.

Ben Solo woke up with the intent to make that day better than the last one. Last day was - well, it was complicated. It was messy, unnecessary and downright ridiculous.

He still felt his frustration consuming every bit of his body. Yesterday, it had decided to sit on his heart and made a home in it. He didn't know how long he was going to feel it. And he hated the whole situation in each passing moment more.

Still, he forced himself to start the day as a new one. A blank page. Nothing else before the morning.

It would be for the best. For him, and for the whole base, actually. Yes, he decided then - he would do that, he would behave, he would pretend that everything was fine - just for the sake of the people who he led and commanded. And for her Mother - yes, for her he would behave.

When he stepped foot in the command center, the whole place fell silent for a moment.

Great.

Letting out a breath, he scanned the room to find a familiar face. After a second, Lt. Connix appeared next to him, a small smile disappearing from her face the moment her eyes found his.

"She's in her office, Commander. She's waiting for you."

"Thanks" - he muttered out, and went on his way.

When he reached the door of the office, he gave himself a moment to collect his thoughts. He pushed through the entrance, only to find himself face-to-face with her mother’s stern look.

"Commander, it's good to see you. Although, i believe this was due yesterday." - her tone made sure to have an edge in it.

He huffed out a breath in return. His annoyance was coming back in an instant.

"I apologize. I was.. I wasn't in the right state of mind last night and -"

"So I heard." - she replied. "Tell me, son.. what were you thinking? To send off your comrade without a blaster, and then leave her to fend for herself on her own."

Ahhh, right.

He knew this would be a problem. He just had a tiny little hope that his mother would somehow understand. Basically, he did nothing wrong. He just lost his cool for a moment back there. For a couple of moments, really, but that wasn’t important right now.

"We went back to her, she's fine and i didn’t think she'd be stupid enough to not have a blas-.."

"That's enough." - Leia pinched her nose with her delicate fingers and let out a sigh. "Ben.. you need to be smarter than this. I know the two of you had a rocky start, but this whole thing looks like you deliberately tried to leave her to die on that planet." - She was raising her voice now, obviously mad at this whole ordeal. "She's not just your fellow comrade, she's also under your guide." - She let out another long breath. "You have to fix this."

"Fine." - he reluctantly replied.

There were a lot of things Ben Solo learned in his 28 years of his life. One of the many was, that somehow women - and especially his mother - would turn out right in every argument. Every kriffing time.

Agreeing with her would be beneficial. And if he wanted to be honest with himself, a teeny tiny part of him felt guilty.

So, he let her have the last words, let her see how sorry he was - even if it only was an act. He would get scolded a little but then he would forget about the whole deal. Like nothing really happened.

"Good. I expect you to apologize to her." - she chided after a moment.

Ben let out an unwanted growl. "You cannot be serious! I won't apologize to that wench, she deserved to be left on that planet. Maybe this time, she learned something about why it is imperative to follow a simple kriffing order."

"You will apologize, end of discussion." - Leia decided to ignore her son's outburst, knowing well enough that further engaging Ben will only lead them to another heated argument.

His chest heaved. He was seeing red. Why- why should he apologize? He hadn't done anything that bad, really. He just wanted to teach her a lesson about not following his orders. Nothing else. After all, he was her commanding officer, she should be listening to him. He didn’t left her there, he just wanted her to see that she wasn’t the only person who knew how to play this game.

She was a pain in his ass, thats what she was in reality, ever since he first saw her. She - without a doubt - was the most infuriating person he had ever seen in the whole universe. She was reckless, defiant and most importantly, she tended to ignore orders when she saw fit. Well, honestly, that only happened when said order came from him. For everyone else- she was compliant, nice even. And that made him hate her more. She drew him to the fucking wall.  

He was snapped out from his train of though the moment Leia started to speak again.

"And the two of you are grounded for a week. Maybe this will teach you a lesson, too." A moment passed in silence, but Leia wasn't done just yet. "Oh, and please be a dear, and deliver the news to her."

He couldn't  fucking believe this.

***

"WHAT?"

You and Finn were seated in the mess cantina in the morning. The room was empty except for the two of you, everyone else was already busy with their assignments at hand. Life on the Resistance base meant that work started way too early and ended way, way too late.

You however, were back from a mission. From a really bad, tiring one to be specific. The Falcon landed in hanger B late last night, and since nobody assigned any task for you in the morning, you decided to sleep as long as you could.  Hence, the reason you are the only people in the cantina, with Finn sitting across you, both eating the blob that was left behind.

"You heard me right. Kriffing bastard almost left me on that planet this time. Apparently, to teach me a lesson about defying orders." - you grinned. "Can you fucking believe it?"

Finn looked at you in disbelief. "How are you so calm about this?" - he thinned his eyes at you, clearly being suspicious of your state of mind right now. "You.. - you are planning something, aren't you? That's it, right?"

"No, my dear friend. I'm not gonna do a thing about it." - your grin grew wilder. "Someone else will...I hope." - with that, you got back on munching the blob people here called breakfast.

While eating, you thought back to last day's events. The whole thing was - well, avoidable. If only the two of you just knew how to behave when things went awry. You often found yourself thinking about this arrangement. After saving his ass on your home planet, you found yourself in a place where you could choose. Choose about your future, about what you wanted to do with your life. So you left with him and his team to join the Resistance. Acclimation to this whole situation was pretty easy for you, easier than you previously thought. Everyone was welcoming, and very friendly. The realization of you force powers was the cherry on top. As they told you, there were only two of them on the base.

Since your first day, you have been helping them with everything you could. Sometimes with mechanical work, sometimes with piloting, sometimes with missions. Work was easy to find. Peace - not so much. Not really, when a certain Commander is always pestering you with little, incessant jabs and remarks. Not when every time you come up with a wonderful idea he immediately shuts you up. And definitely not when he leaves you on Nar Shaddaa. You huff out a breath at the thought, shaking your head.

This fucking man.

Blob put aside, you and Finn were chatting about nothing, sipping caf when the doors of the cantina opened, and Ben Solo swaggered through. Your gazes locked on each other. You waited for this moment since the morning.

Being on base only for a couple of months wasn't much, but you thought of yourself as a good judge of character. While Ben Solo sometimes was still a mystery to you, her mother wasn’t. You instantly knew how Leia worked. And you had a suspicion that she knew that you knew. Looking at his annoyed face, you realized Leia was playing along. You were baffled at the thought and forced the creeping smile from your face. You needed to savor this moment.

Your commander stopped at your table, face now impassive but the twitching of his left eye and the current energy around him gave his true feelings away. He was angry and annoyed, and at that moment, you were the happiest person in the galaxy. The staring contest  however, was interrupted with Finn's throat clearing.

You put up your sweetest smile you could muster and batted your lashes at him before speaking.

"Commander Solo, are you joining us for breakfast?" - you chirped.

He looked up at the ceiling then, breathing through his nose. You loved him so riled up.

As he realized that he didn't want to spend any more time in your presence than it was necessary - he leered down at you, and started talking.

"No." A beat. "I'm sorry for the mean, awful, accurate things I said and that I almost left you on Nar Shaddaa." - he still managed to be cocky and arrogant, even when apologizing. You couldn't believe it.

"Thank you, Commander. I hope your bruised ego will get well soon from this beautiful apology. Aaaaand, I just hope next time you would be a little more professional." - You couldn't just let him go with a sorry-ass apology like that. He needed a jab. Just a little one. "I mean.. one would think that after saving your life, you would.. I don't know.. not leave me to die on a hostile planet maybe?"

He was getting angrier now, the force around him resonated. While you loved making him angry, you realized this was not the right time to engage in another argument. After last night, you didn’t have the energy to fight, so you decided to let this conversation go as soon as possible. After all, you got what you wanted.

"What more do you want me to say, Princess? I'm sorry, take it or don't, I don't care."

What a jerk.

"Most importantly, both of us are grounded for a week, and for the time being, you're training only with Rey."

Oh. Ohhh.

You could work with that.

A whole week without working with Ben Solo? Last night, on that planet, while you desperately waited for  rescue you could only think about how unlucky you were to be left behind.

Now? Now, you were certain you were the luckiest girl in the galaxy.

Leaving without another word, you again had found yourself with Finn, a shit-eating grin already on your face.

"Why are you so happy about this? Didn't you hear the part you are grounded? For a week." - he looked at you incredulously.

"Oh, Finn. Don't you see? I got myself an apology and a Ben Solo-free week. I really couldn't have hoped for more."

If being mouthy and sarcastic around the Commander always resulted with a week of not seeing him, you would probably just try to sabotage every mission from now on.

[fortunatelyhauntedblackcherry]

Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 09

Warning: swearing (as always), BJ being horny, fire hazard.

The next day was monday, and every monday night since the girls moved together years ago was movienight. They prepared dinner together, bought a shitton of snacks, sat down on the floor in the living room and watched at least 2 movies. Most of the time they fell asleep during the third one.

So they were all in their kitchen, which had pretty peach-colored walls, a big window framed by curtains with various embroidered wildflowers on them, and olive green / beige french country-style kitchen furniture. Rei was making guacamole - which Sirius made quite a hard activity with all the jumping and whining for a piece of chips or basically anything delicious - while Sofía was talking about her business dinner from last night and Ari was sitting on the countertop, in the middle of the kitchen, eating Nutella out of a jar with a skull-shaped spoon. Minerva was laying beside her on her back, playing with a piece of breadcrust, getting occasional earscratchies.

- So I was like "No go amigo, I couldn't possibly share an exhibition with them" and my manager was like "why?" and I was like "because I'd have to be talkative and cute with them and man I couldn't" and he was like "but they are respected artists in the community" and I was like "yeah but they can't even use photoshop MICHAEL how could I work with people who are sooo past century"? - said Sofía, flipped her hair and took a sip out of her lemonade. - So yeah, he arranged the whole thing and now my coworkers for the next couple exhibitions will be not so known, but rising photographers instead of old people, isn't that awesome? - all of a sudden Minerva lifted her head up, pricked her ears and started to hiss in the entrance's direction.

Beetlejuice just arrived after his hunt for bugs in the winter garden. He was leaning against the entrance archway, and shaked his head in disappointment.

- I can't believe that you still hate me this much, you waste of fur. - the cat hissed harder. - What?!? Two can play this game, if you're not nice, I won't be either! - he pointed at Sirius, who let out one bark, then continued harassing Rei. - Look, even the dog got kinda used to me!

- I wonder what her problem is. - said Sofía while Ari pulled the kitty into her embrace.

- That's the point where you should tell them that "yeah she sees my demon buddy, yeah, we have a spectre, and I can hear him!" - said Beetlejuice in a girlish voice while he stepped closer to Ari. The girl stroked the slightly hissing Minerva, who was now laying on her lap. Ari licked her Nutella-covered spoon clean. Beetlejuice stopped in his movement and his jaw slightly dropped. He started to drool a bit. - Hooooly shit babes, it seems like you know how to turn my software into a hardware!

Ari blushed a bit and tried really hard not to giggle so she started to talk.

- ANYWAY... - that was way louder than she intended, so she cleared her throat - ...what did you do last night, Rei? - knowing exactly what happened to her poor sister (since after she got better, Beetlejuice told her everything), she was just curious if she would talk about the posession of her computer. Rei's ginger hair flew over her face as she turned to Ari and put the guacamole down to the countertop.

- Well you could say I was practicing poetry, since Robert Lewis Stevenson insisted that wine is bottled poetry, but to be honest after streaming I was just drinking and wondering what I wanted to be when I grew up... I'm sure it wasn't an anxiety ridden bitch disgusted by people with a wine problem, serving exactly those whom I disgusted by, but... - she put her hands up in the air - ...here I am! - she giggled as she turned to the fridge.

- So I suppose your "fans" were mean again? - asked Sof. Rei took some cheese out of the fridge, and scoffed while giving a piece to the very excited Sirius.

- Not mean, fuckin nasty. - she shut the fridge and rubbed the bridge of her nose under her glasses. - I mean, some of them spammed my IG DMs with requests of "please send me the bra you wore during today's stream, I saw the strap and I'm hooked", like... Ugh.

- Can't judge a man for wanting some lingerie from a pretty girl, that's my opinion. - said Beetlejuice while he hopped on the counter next to Rei.

- Jesus fuck people are weird... - commented Ari as she got off of the middle countertop. Minerva ran away to upstairs.

- Oh so that's the socially acceptable opinion now? Okay wait... - Beetlejuice cleared his throat and continued in a sarcastic manner, heavily gesturing while doing so. - OH YES PEOPLE ARE AWFUL UGH DISGUSTING EW HOW COULD SOMEONE ASK ANYTHING LIKE THAT EWEWEW. - his voice went back to normal as he looked at Ari, who just hugged Rei. - Was it good and totally believable? - Ari smiled and gave him a thumbs up behind her sister's back. - God I'm good! On the other hand, did I tell you that when I walked into Rei's room yesterday, I almost tripped on a bra? You could say... - he floated next to Ari's ear. The girl could feel his icy breath on her earlobe. - ...it was a booby trap. - Ari shut her eyes and bit her lower lip while smiling widely. - SERIOUSLY HOW ARE YOU NOT LAUGHING YOUR PRETTY ROUND ASS OFF, THAT WAS PHENOMENAL!!! - Ari let Rei go and went to one of the cupboards. Rei poured herself a glass of red wine.

- I don't even know why I'm getting upset by these kinds of shits anymore. I've been doing this job for years, I should be used to creeps. - she shrugged. - Eh, whatever, it felt nice to vent.

- And we're here to listen every time! - shouted Ari, head inside one of the lower cupboards, fistbumping the air. After some rummaging, she lifted her head out. - Hey guys, where did we put the ultimate bathbomb?

- What? - asked Sofía with a tilted head.

- The toaster. Obviously. - BJ slapped his knees as he started laughing.

- Gee, doll, that was good! Your humor is getting worse and worse under my influence and I'm living for it! - he scratched his head. - Wait, is that appropriate for me to say? Or should I say I'm dying for it? Since I'm dead? - he shrugged his shoulders. - I dunno both sound good.

After Sof got the machine out of one of the highest cupboards, Ari started making grilled cheese sandwiches. Beetlejuice floated right next to her and flashed a pretty evil, toothy grin. He wriggled his fingers while looking up at the ceiling lamp, which started to flicker. The girls quickly looked at each other but didn't say a thing. BJ giggled. Ari stuck the toaster's plug into the power outlet, which instantly made it sparkle. One of the sparkles fell on Ari's hand. She quickly got it away with a quiet "ouch", and looked at where Beetlejuice's very uproarious laugh came from. The angry face she made almost made the demon tear up.

- What? You thought I'd never mess with ya, doll? After seeing this face, I'll do it even more often, you angry little toddler you... - and with that, the lights flickered again.

- Am I hallucinating or did ya see that too? - asked Sofi, pointing at the lamp.

- Maybe it's just bad wiring... - said Rei, with a rather nervous chuckle. She didn't sound believable at all. - It's nothing to worry about...

- Oh so you think I'm nothing to worry about?! - said Beetlejuice with annoyement in his voice. - You underestimate me, little one. - he pointed at the chandelier in the living room and the lamp in the kitchen. They both started to shine and flicker in the same rhythm. The girls looked at each other.

- I'm pretty sure that's not bad wiring... I think... - one of the light bulbs in the living room shattered, stopping Ari for a moment. They all ducked as the light bulb in the kitchen exploded. - I THINK THIS HOUSE REALLY IS HAUNTED!!!

- THANK YOU! FINALLY! - shouted Beetlejuice, his eyes and his neon green hair glowing. - I'M FINALLY GETTING THE RECOGNITION I DESERVE!

- IT'S NOT, GHOSTS ARE NOT REAL! - shouted Rei, while trying to help Ari get hold of the angrily barking Sirius.

- It's scientifically proven that they are... - commented Sof.

- Shut up, I'm not superstitious like you two! I mean sure, weird things are happening in the house, like my PC acting strange, or the hairdryer sucking Sofi's hair in, but I'm sure there's a logical explanation!

Beetlejuice grinned like a maniac.

- Oh baby you really want logical explanation? You think there's any logic to ME? Then watch... This! - the demon cracked his fingers and chuckled as he looked at the plugged in toaster. Ari looked at the voice's direction and gasped when she saw what Beetlejuice was doing. The toaster's heating wires were glowing red hot, and an awful stench came from the machine. The smell of burning plastic.

- OH FUCKIN HELL!!!

- Who doesn't like a bit of electrical fire? - said Beetlejuice, laughing, looking at the infurious Sof. Ari quickly jumped up and started to go through the drawers quickly. Sof was quicker, she handed her the oven mittens, which Ari put her hands into and lifted the now flaming toaster.

- Okay... Now what? - Rei jumped up in panic too.

- What what?!?

- Where do I put it?!

- ARIADNÉ, YOU JUST LIFTED THIS FLAMING SHIT UP WITHOUT A PLAN?!?!?!?!

- I'M NOT A VERY BRIGHT WOMAN, OKAY?!?!?!? - Rei opened up the window and pulled the curtains back.

- THROW IT OUT!!! - Ari quickly threw the machine out of the window, into the birdbath that was under it. The flames started to fade and the girls let out a huge, relieved breath.

- Welp... I may sound like a hypocrite but... After this I think we're haunted. - Sofía and Ari both looked at Rei.

- You said, literally a minute ago, and I quote, that you are not superstitious like us two. - Rei threw her hands up in the air.

- I'm not superstitious! But I'm a... Umm a little bit stitious.

- Do you seriously think this is a right time for Office quotes? - asked Sof, with folded hands and an eyeroll.

- Hey this is how I cope! Toasters don't start spitting flames normally, man! That shit scared the living Hell out of me!

Ari bit her lower lip. A faint idea crossed her mind.

- Ummm... I think we should ask our presence what do they want. - the girls and Beetlejuice both looked at Ari with lifted eyebrows. - Sof, don't you have an Ouija board? We could ask them stuff and maybe help them out. So they won't cause trouble like this again. - Beetlejuice covered his smiling mouth with his hands.

- OHMYGOD BABES THAT'S A GREAT IDEA! I never tried playing with those things but...

- Okay let's do it. - stated Rei decidedly. - Sofía! Get your Ouija board. We're adjourning movienight. Let's ask this bitch what the everliving fuck is their problem!

[clearcorona]

give me more pt 2 // hawks x fem!reader

For @theycallmebunko and @cute-nickname! You asked and I delivered!

You laughed awkwardly along to the joke your date had just told. He seemed to be a nice man, but you just weren't interested. It had been a few months since your heart was ripped out and stomped on by the winged hero that was so cruel behind closed doors. (F/N) thought they were a few months too many to allow you to hide away in your room in your apartment when you weren't working, so she took it upon herself to set up a series of blind dates.

None of them had gone well and you dreaded every minute of the torture you were currently being put through.

"I once modeled over in England and was on the cover of one of the top magazines in the country. Can you believe that?" he asked and you let out a sigh, shaking your head.

"No, I can't," you replied, standing up and collecting your things. "Sorry, but I have to go. Have a nice life." You put some money down on the table to cover the cost of your food before walking out, pulling your light jacket closer to your body as the chilly night air brushed against your skin. You called for a taxi, getting in and welcoming the warmth that surrounded your body. You gave the driver your address before leaning back against the seat, thinking about the past hour or so you had spent with your newest blind date.

Hawks wouldn't have bragged like that, you thought, only to scold yourself over thinking about him. Forget him, (Y/N). He broke your heart, get over it already.

The driver stopped in front of your apartment complex and you handed him the money with a 'thank you' before stepping out. After heading up to the third floor, you made it to your front door, furrowing your eyebrows when you noticed a small bouquet of flowers sitting right beside the door. You picked up the vase, plucking out the small note from where it was hidden between the vibrant petals.

There were only two words written on the small card, typed out neatly: Purple hyacinths. Your eyebrows furrowed and you turned to card over, even more confused when you didn't see anything else on the back. You shrugged and tucked the note back into the bouquet before unlocking your door and stepped inside.

It wasn't until later that night that you found out that purple hyacinths meant the person sending them was asking for forgiveness. That information seemed to confuse you even more. Who could've possibly sent those flowers?

~

Hawks stared up at the sky from the balcony he was standing on. He was at one of those annual parties his agency threw and honestly wished he hadn't shown up. It was more of a formal event, meaning couples and dancing. Every single couple he saw, he couldn't help but think of you dancing with him or just laughing at his jokes as you both stood off to the side. He wasn't a great formal dancer, after all.

"And here I figured you'd be the life of the party," he heard, turning to face the pro hero, Miruko.

"Sorry, guess I have a lot on my mind," he replied, watching as the she walked over.

"About work or your personal life?" she asked, looking up at the sky.

"Both, but mainly my personal life."

"So is it about a girl?" Hawks hated how blunt she was about it, even if it was true.

"Yes, but it's for the best anyway."

"What happened?"

"If I told you, you'd probably only think I'm a terrible person."

"How much worse can you get?" Miruko teased, causing him to roll his eyes in response.

"It was just sex at first, but then I started having feelings for her and she started having feelings for me. Now she hates me because I pretty much told her we'd never be anything more...," Hawks replied, being met with silence.

"Man, you really are even more stupid than I thought," the bunny hero sighed. "Of course she'd hate you if you said something like that to her. Have you tried talking to her since then?"

"No, but I've sent her flowers."

"You sent her flowers? If I were her, I'd burn them."

"Hey! I left them anonymously!"

"Well, I guess that makes things a bit better, but you should talk to her."

"I know... How can I even apologize in person when she doesn't even want to see me?" he asked and Miruko smiled.

"Don't worry about that. I have an idea."

~

Over the course of the next several weeks, you received a bouquet of flowers from the same person that had sent you the very first one. You knew that arranged bouquets could be quite expensive and began to wonder about who could possibly want to spend so much money on you each week.

"Damn, (Y/N). Do you really not have any clue who your secret admirer is?" one of your co-workers asked as you handed the bouquet over to her. You had three back home that you were currently taking care of, but you made sure to take the card before giving the flowers away.

"Not a clue. It doesn't help that they don't even write any messages other than the name of the flowers," you replied, a sigh leaving your lips.

"Maybe you should do some detective work and figure it out," she said and you laughed softly.

"I've been trying, but no one really comes to my mind."

"Well, good luck on finding your Price Charming."

"Thanks, I'll need it." You walked back to your office. You weren't familiar with flowers, so you always made sure to check the card and Google what they meant when you had time. You pulled out the card and realized that not only was the name of the flowers written on it but a message as well. You stopped in your tracks, knowing that you were never given a message directly.

Sorry for bothering you so much. Think that you could meet me at midnight at the edge of town?

Curiosity took over and a smile tugged at your lips, knowing you were finally going to be meeting your secret admirer.

~

Hawks paced around the fountain that sat in the center of the park, wondering if you'd even show up. What if you did and left before he got to say anything? What if you never wanted to see him again? What if you thought he was someone else?

"Hawks?" he heard someone call and jumped, turning around to face the source. Your face held a look of shock before you schooled it back into a neutral expression. He couldn't believe he was actually seeing you again and not just dreaming about it anymore. "Hawks, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, not much. I, uh... Well, I came to see you again," he said and you seemed confused for a moment before your eyes widened.

"You're the one who's been sending me all those flowers?" you asked in disbelief and the winged hero let out a nervous laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Surprise?"

"Fuck you, Hawks." You dug your fingers into the palms of your hands as tears welled up in your eyes. "Stop playing with my emotions like I'm some toy!" Hawks immediately panicked, knowing that ever since that day, he hated seeing you cry.

"I'm not! Please, (Y/N), just hear me out." His eyes widened as he saw you begin to walk away. He quickly ran after you. "(Y/N), wait!"

"Give me a good reason why I should!" you shouted as you whirled around to face him, nearly making Hawks run into you. He took a few steps back and let out a sigh. His silence only seemed to infuriate you even more. You were about to start walking back home when he started speaking.

"I lied... I didn't mean anything I said when you told me you loved me."

"What?" Hawks rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"I feel the same way. I have for a while. I'm sorry for saying all of those horrible things. I just... It's dangerous for you to be involved with me. I am a pro hero after all."

"You don't think I took that into consideration before I actually told you I loved you?"

"I just want you to be sure that I'm the one that you really want."

"Hawks, I don't care who you are. I don't care about sleeping around with you anymore. I fell in love with the person I knew outside of those sometimes awful hotel rooms. I'm pretty sure you're the one I want." You smiled, letting him pull you into a hug. His wings wrapped around you as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Okay, good. I promise, that I won't let anything hurt you ever again."

[jpat82]

Blizzard

Me & M’Boys

Evening had set in, and you paced the living room, peeking out the window every so often watching as the snow flurries continued to fall at a heavy and quick rate. Your heart slowly getting heavier and heavier as the minutes ticked by. When Hershel sent out the mass text early this morning you knew it was going to be a long day.

A winter storm had rolled in, and an alert sounded way before the sun even rose for the day. There would be close to 36 inches of snow dropped by midnight, and so Hershel sent out the text to all his farm hands; Rick, Daryl, Carl, Bucky, everyone who worked for him and even Steve. There was a lot that needed to be done to make sure that the farm was ready for the blizzard that would hit.

Both of your boyfriends dress immediately and left before the sun cracked over the horizon. Both promising to be home before night fall, and yet here you were looking out the darkened window pane watching as more snow fell to the ground adding the already deep drifts that piled against the porch.

'Guys, not to be a pest but.. do you know how much longer? If the roads are too bad please don't try to be the idiot super heroes you are, just stay there till morning.' You sent the text to both of them, biting your bottom lip. You tossed another log on the fireplace and settled as well as you could on the couch, pulling the throw blanket from the back. You grabbed your book from the end table and set it into your lap, leaving it in your lap closed as you stared at the window pane, watching as large white flakes floated down to the ground.

——

"Come on Sam!" Bucky yelled, taking large steps through the knee deep snow as the goat bleated, bounding farther away from the barn.

"Bucky!" Steve yelled, stepping outside, covering his eyes slightly as the icy flakes hit him in the face as the wind blew.

"Out here!" Bucky hollered back, turning slight, his voice slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf wrapped tight around his lower face. He could slightly see Steve's silhouette back lit by the barn. He turned back, looking out into the crisp cold night, following the tracks caused by the infuriating creature. "Stupid goat."

"Buck, I can't see you." Steve shouted above the noise, stepping out into the torrent of white. Bucky had followed the animal into the lower pasture, and was farther out there than the light from the barn could touch.

Steve looked around vaguely seeing the other man's heavy boot prints in the quick accumulation of new snow fall. He followed out, his ears picking up on every sound. But the snow itself made a hushing whisper as the wind blew across whipping up flakes that had rest gently on top, creating vortex's of white.

"Bucky!" Steve shouted again as he stopped, the snow stung his face as he stood listening.

A bleat from his left caught his attention, Steve turned and started to trek through the heavy snow. He heard the unmistakable sound of Bucky's muffled voice cursing the animal out, slowly the closer he got he saw Bucky tangling in the barbwire separating the pastures, the tethered rope around the animals neck caught on the sharp wire.

"Jesus Buck." Steve breathed a sigh of relief as he walked over.

"Stupid animal won't come when it's called." Bucky snapped, trying to rip the barbwire that was tangled around his pant leg. He was failing, and his frustration was getting the better of him. At some point the man had pulled his gloves off, and his good hand was bleeding turning the white crimson as he worked to free himself.

"Let me help." Steve said, coming over, he knelt down and pulled his phone out. He ignored the texted from you and turned the flash light on, noticing that the phone was in the red. Slowly he unwrapped the sharp metal from around his boyfriends legs, the goat bleated again, nestling itself down under a low tree branch.

"Oh, I'm going to buy you and turn you into stew Sam!" Bucky glared at the animal that just looked back him briefly before looking away.

"There, you're untangled." Steve stated, grabbing Bucky's glove from the ever growing pile of snow. Bucky scooped up the rope and gave it a gentle tug but the animal refused to move. "How did you get tangled?"

"This idiot decided that he wanted to play hide and seek, I wasn't paying attention." Bucky replied curtly walking over and lifted the goat from its hiding place. "Anyway, found the tree trunk from the dead tree we cut down earlier this year and took a tumble. Next thing I knew is I'm hanging slightly upside down and this asshole licking the snow off my face."

"Awe, He was just checking up on you." Steve chuckled as the reached the barn.

"Not funny, punk." Bucky replied, putting the goat in the pen with the others. He walked over to the light and checked the palm of his hand, it was ripped up and bleeding but would heal.

"Shit, my phone just died, our girl texted us, hows your phone?" Steve sighed, slipping the dead item in his back pocket.

"Phone died earlier, what did her message say?" Bucky asked pulling his pant leg noticing that his thermals were bloody as well.

"Dunno, phone died before I had a chance to read it." Steve told him, noticing that Bucky's leg was also tore up as the other man pulled the thermal up a bit. "Ohh, Buddy, is she gonna be mad at you."

"Like I didn't know that." Bucky sighed as he pushed the fabric back down, he stood fully and looked over at Steve. "So, who's truck? Mines got crap tires and yours has shit for brakes."

"Coin toss?" Steve shrugged as they both stepped back out into the cold night, walking toward where both trucks were parked. "Cause she's going to be mad either way, we are way later then promised."

"Rather have brakes then tires." Bucky stated walking over towards his truck, pulling the door open, it creaked in protest. Steve nodded climbing the passenger side.

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The house was dark when you woke, a soft glow from the embers in the fire place was your only light. Some point you had dozed off and the power went out, you knew the tree had been on when you dozed off. That was unless Bucky got home, he would of let you sleep rather then wake you. You reached out and grabbed your cell phone, the only text was from mom asking if you had power.

You pulled the throw blanket off your lap and shivered as you walked over to the fire place and tossed another log on. You poked around getting the fire going again to heat the room, the light reflecting off on glass ornaments. You looked over to the door and noticed that Steve and Bucky's coats were still missing, causing your heart to sink further. Your eyes drifted to the clock on the wall, it was midnight, officially Christmas.

A tear slowly streaked down your cheek as you settled yourself on the rug by the fire place. Crossing your fingers that they would be okay. You heard the front door unlock, and you sprang from your spot, dashing across the living room as the door opened and shut.

"What happened to the.." was all Steve got out before you crashed into him and Bucky.

"You're both okay." You sighed, the cold still lingering on them but you didn't care as you gave them both a kiss.

"Doll, were you crying?" Bucky asked, tilting your face better so he could see.

"Yes, I thought something bad happened. Neither of you answered my texts." You explained, looking up into the those deep blues.

"Both of our phone are dead." Bucky smiled softly, giving you another kiss. You pealed yourself away from them so they could take their coats off.

Both men went up stairs to change for the night before coming back down stairs. Bucky showed you his leg after Steve ratted him out and his hand. You bandaged him up knowing he would be healed by day break. Steve slid back on the couch and Bucky laid partially against him so you snuggle against both of them, your favorite place to be. The house fell quiet as the three of you laid there, suddenly the lights on the tree flickered on, cascading you three in color.

Steve sighed contently, his arms wrapped over both of your shoulders as you held Bucky's hand over Steve's chest. Snow continued to pelt the world outside your garland wrapped windows, blanketing everything in a cold crisp white but for you, this is where you want to be. Snuggled up, wrapped warmly with you and your boys.

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