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nevesmose · 1 year ago
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Top parenting tip: respond to toddler statements like Columbo.
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ittybittybumblebee · 10 months ago
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hello motherf uckers i will realize my dreams someday because i have to
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lexicorp · 4 months ago
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Here to politely request your version of the Seeker Boys lore 🙏, if you feel so inclined as to share
[i got distracting doodling the sillies but i am /so/ inclined sdfnwifb]
So FIRST! we got Starscream! (youngest)
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as you can see, he absolutely has his shit together :>
When it comes to his mentor Cryak, I tend to think of this fic by zeropro which i def recommend. After separated himself from her, he found himself enlisting in the Elite Guard of Vos. He quickly rose in the ranks, and met Thundercracker and Skywarp there, where the three rose up together as Starscream became the leader of the guard, much like in TF1. Overtime, the essentially police work, and monotonous servitude to the Primes got Starscream antsy. He didn't like how they were dismissed and given all the shit jobs the prissy higher ups didn't want. So, he decided to try and get into the Academy, since his time with Cryak had instilled an interest in such scientific endeavors. He managed to get in, juggling school and his work. He also met Skyfire of course (I wont delve too much into that part cuz it'd get p long-), aaaaand it was going great, with exhibitions to other planets in search of energon and possible settlements. But then on one to Urth back in da day, Skyfire was lost to the storm, and Starscream was forced to return without him despite his efforts. He was expelled from the school because of this on the basis of negligence essentially (they were itching for a reason to kick him out).
All that leads to when the next time he goes to a gladiator fight with warp and thunder to see the self proclaimed Megatron (prev D-16) in the ring as they often did, when Megs began his speech about how the system with the miners is screwed up, prejudice running rampant, and how shit needs to change: Starscream starts getting hella deep into that shit. Cuz he's pissed af now. He started meeting with megatron and openly supporting him as he was still the leader of the Elite Guard. Funding campaigns and giving information. This behavior got him flack from biches like Sentinel (more passive aggressive cuz that hoe had his own plans), and also the Primes, who were convinced that the system they had was necessary and tried to talk to him many times and when he tried to convince /them/ to change shit and set up mtgs for Megs, they wouldn't rlly listen (or their compromises were mediocre).
At that point in the lore, Megs and Star had an actually pretty good relationship for the most part. Even if Megs often prioritized Orion and their plans, and often would twist stars advice to make it sound like he had actually come up with it (Star brushed those things aside cuz he did admire Megatron and felt he had more right to organize this front from his background. His aft got gaslit and gaslit himself fr fr).
Star, Warp, and Thunder were generally on the same page then too. Warp hella down for usurping the government, and Thunder riding the high of his brothers' energy and wanting to support them.
Then, whole shit goes down of Sentinel and his accomplice assassinate the Primes (is framed as an accident and he tries to come back like oh yeah, I'm in charge now, so sad, much mourning). Starscream suspects it was bullshit, and he and Megatron plan to murder dat bich. Orion is against it of course, but follows them to continue to try and convince them to stop. How it ends, is Megatron gutting sentinel, and attempting to take the mattrix from him, but it denies him and chooses orion, which pisses him off. (detailing that would bleed more into Megs lore soo anyway-) Starscream was honestly like "wtf", and just follows Megatron out when Prime tells them to leave.
Then it goes into the war era, with Megatron rallying the Decepticons into a full ass force and announcing his plans to fuck shit up, and challenging Optimus. This is when Star and Meg's relationship starts going to shit. things get progressively worse and worse through the war, as Starscream is listened to less and less, and they get into fights often. This then starts reflecting onto his relationship with his brothers. At first, Starscream was decent at coming to them to rant or ask for assistance, but as Warp would show favoritism to Megs, and Thunder would tell him to just play it safe instead of starting fights, Starscream got more and more distant and bitter.
Oh! Also theres the fun Outlier factor where I imagine Star's is like super healing coded. Has a high ass damage threshold and very energy efficient (which can lead to him forgetting to fuel). The extreme end of this ability activates upon death, where his spark will hard deny separation and jumpstart his aft to life again and will try its best to heal his frame back to a functioning level. (which is rlly how he survived the shit that killed Skyfire) [bit about his optics]
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Then there's Thundercracker (middlechild-)
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He didn't exactly have much of a Mentor, per say. He was onlined specifically for the Elite Guard, and was just guided by his superiors and expected to just figure it out and follow orders. He had his love for writing for a long time, and often uses it as a form of escapism. He also loves to critique movies and shit. Loves musicals-
He and Starscream actually initially bonded over this when Star had asked about it and showed interest, which not many others besides Skywarp had. Thunder would script-write little plays, and Starscream would always claim the lead role. Those were coveted nights in the prewar era for Thundercracker. Where they would practice, brainstorm improvements, screw around, and maybe have some high grade. It made him truly feel like he was a part of something, when so often before warp and star, he'd been alone in his passions just going along with the motions.
Thundercracker found the Gladiator fights, that Warp introduced them to, fascinating more than anything. He enjoyed the hype and community that came with it, although did find the premise unsettling. So when Starscream started working with Megatron, and the whole rising revolution shit, he was like, "oh yeah, that sounds cool". He honestly perceived it with more anime optics, tfe hashtag ass processor over here, as he thought the idea of rising up and bringing the world into a new age was awesome! He wasn't a fan of being "just" a seeker of the Guard, he wanted to be a famous writer, and he thought that whole thing could be the way to make that a reality.
Alas, it all went to shit. The war started, and he felt like everything was falling apart. Starscream had started to get more aggressive, and dismissive. Skywarp was all guns blazing for the blowing up everyone who stood in their way, but thundercracker just...didn't see how a war was going to fix things. he didn't understand why megs and orion fell out, and why optimus wasnt on their side. or why they were fighting instead of fixing things since it seemed like they had just gotten rid of their main obstacles.
Thunder became more disconnected himself as time went on. smothering himself in his art as much as he could. Maladaptive daydreaming for dayz baybe-- He's overall hella frustrated, and just wants things to get better, but doesn't know how, and is just back on the go with the flow grindset.
His tendency to disappear annoys the hek outta screamer. Especially when thunder doesnt tell him where tf he vanishes too when it comes to the Earth era (Thunder meets this human farmer fam, and constantly visits to hang out with their doge Buster.)
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last but not least, there be Skywarp (oldest)
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Their Mentor was a scientist interested in researching Outliers. His earlier cycles were cooped up in labs, doing test after test after test. She hates that shit. Alot- Even joked at Starscream to "not become one of /those/ stiffs" when he'd gone to the Academy. When it came to joining the Elite Guard, it was a helluva an improvement to them, although adored any amount of freedom from the drab parts of the job by hanging with friends and trinemates. Adrenaline junkie and craves /all/ the stimulation.
They love graffiti, makeup/framepaint, and dancing. Would often do cover doodles for Thundercracker's stories, and helped choreograph shit. They /love/ drama, but only when it doesn't get too serious. They have fun with banter, brotherly ragging on each other, aaaand of course pranks. Theyre an absolute menace, but fiercely loyal to those they get close to (starscream would debate that fact when it comes to megatron-).
Skywarp was the first to introduce her bros to Gladiator lore Megatron. They idolize the guy, /heavily/. Which makes things difficult down the road when ol megs starts getting hella questionable, but they don't see it. They still view him the same way thru it all, and couldn't believe starscream's complaints as things deteriorated. Skywarps tendency to believe megs over star, ultimately is what starts driving them apart. Even if Skywarp still tries to bring them together again. They'll often try to rope star and thunder into their shenanigans, and petty schemes against the bots. Occasionally, it works. While others, he just gets an audial full about being immature.
Overall, they thrive in the chaos, but wishes the gang would get back together, and is hella salty about it. But being a silly goofy lad is the best coping mechanism lmao
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dmloae · 4 months ago
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—JINX HEADCANONS
cw : streamer!jinx, lowercase intended, mention of sextoy, no x reader just simple jinx headcanons, swearing, me in my funny era (i swear i’m funny in my native language), lmk if there is more!
english is not my first language btw, enjoy!
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streamer!jinx who is surprisingly a famous streamer with over 100k followers on socials medias, people like her for her random, chaotic livestreams where she passionately crafts, sometimes blowing up her desk in the process, or even cooks occasionally.
"Hello my wonderful people, today I'll try cooking some MInecraft desert with yall," she would begin..
"..Stay with me now, I am actually an incredible cook for real guys!"
stating with her weird goofy ahh looking apron.
jinxlefttoe : NAAH WHO LET BRO IN THE KITCHENN
mincraftlvr : SHE GON BLOW HER KITCHEN UP IM WHEEZINGG
cookiecoquette : at least she got confidence guys.. ntm on my girl now!
mimemamomu : based on how her apron looks, her cooking is probably gonna be actual cheeks, guys, I’m just saying…
"YALL ARE JUST STRAIGHT UP HATING WHAT THE ACTUAL FREAK GUYS???" she would argue, pointing her finger toward her webcam, which by the way, is always going through a lot with the crazy things Jinx puts it through.
and when she would let VI try a piece of whatever she made on live while uttering to her sister to be honest to her fans,
"You're onto something I can't lie.. Just keep it up, yeah?" VI began,
lowtaperfadefornite : BRO GOT A GUN HELD UP TO HER HEAD
kneesurgeryistmrw : BLINK TWICE IF YOU NEED HELP GIRLY
the comment to that would either be some people making fun of Jinx or people thirsting over her sister.. ALWAYS!
goofycaiaddict : WHO DAT IN DA BACKKKKK
ilovepossays : i mean im as good as Jinx cooking so if you ever want to taste me hmu?
"Yall need to stop thirsting over my sister RIGHT NOW or your asses are getting blocked, im not playing.. AND she was being totally honest are yall doubting your all time favorite streamer?" Jinx would complain while reading all the comments popping up as fast as the speed of light, giving them a puppy-eyed look.
streamer!jinx who would put up a PR adress so fans could send her gifts or some things of her amazon wishlist so she can open them while streaming, and one particular day she was only opening up one pink box wondering what it was,
"CHAT this box is so so pretty like actually," she started while shaking the box.
"Now I'm so exited to see whats inside of it.." she would continue. She then proceded to open the pink package like a excited child on Christmas,
She then slowly looked up from the package to the webcame, a thin line was forming her lips, she exhaled slowly.. And she pulled whatever was in the box to show her fans,
"WHO THE FUCK SENT ME A FUCKING DILDO? I AM DEFINITLY COMING FOR YOUR ASS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK GUYS?"
user5679 : LMAOOOOO TO THE PERSON THAT DID THAT ILY FRL
justkiddg : BROOO YOU SHOULD BE THANKFUL IF YOU EVER GET HOES UR PREPARED!
sstylin : HOLY CHEESE THATS ACC SO FUNNY WTH
hklopfh : BROS GETTING BANNED LMAFOO
streamer!jinx who is so brainrotted.
IDC WHAT YOU SAY she would just be on stream, while playing roblox wth the voice chat on, then completly going on and off while muttering some nonsense brain rotted words or references.
streamer!jinx who would go off on 9 years old on roblox.
streamer!jinx who is cronically so online
streamer!jinx who definitly goes to a tatoo palor while streaming because she lost a bet with one of the viewers and she had to get some goofy tatoo.
streamer!jinx who is so ass at playing whatever game that involves shooting.
streamer!jinx who definitly wakes all of her neighbors because of jumpscares.
streamer!jinx who don't look like she gets pussy but she does, trust me.
streamer!jinx who started a youtube channel for funsies but it she litterally got a youtube community with all the ipad kid package that come with it.
streamer!jinx who has an incredible sense of style, she definitly wears carhartt LIKE FOR REAL!
streamer!jinx who is so intentionally funny
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ok i got lazy bye!
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babyhatesreality · 9 days ago
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Suffering For My Art
Pairing: Daddy Stucky X little!F!reader
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A/N- I've been making Bucky grumpy lately. Now it's Steve's turn. :D Also let's raise a glass to hyper fixations.
Warnings: Agere (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, pet names, baby is super hyper, loving banter and PDA between daddy and papa, baby being a lovable menace without realizing it, hyper fixation, grumpy papa, scolding, time outs, daddy's turn to laugh here.
YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS STORY IS SFW- THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. MINORS DNI. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR MY WORK TO BE STOLEN, COPIED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY OTHER SITE BUT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated.
"Alright Munchkin. I have an idea," Papa said to you as he handed you the last dish from breakfast to put into the dishwasher.
"I LOVE IDEAS!" you screeched joyfully, tossing your hands up in the air, and the plate along with it, in your exuberance. Without missing a beat, Bucky, who was standing behind you the entire time, snatched it out of the air before it even started to fall. Bucky chuckled softly to himself as you bunny hopped towards Steve, all thoughts of dishes completely gone.
Steve sighed as he smiled. "Puppy, what have I told you about throwing dishes?" he gently scolded.
You looked bewildered. "I didnn' throw a dish, Papa, see..." then looked at your hands, completely mystified. "It was here a minute ago."
"Yeah, and Daddy caught it when you accidentally threw it."
"Oh. Oops. Tank you, Daddy. Sorry, Papa. Didnn' mean to!"
Steve shook his head, laughing a bit. "I know you didn't pup, just be more careful." He went back to the original subject before you could answer. "How about we go to the Met today?"
"Whatsa Met?"
"The Metropolitan Museum of Art. It's a-"
"A MUSEUM!! YES YES YES YES YES!!" you yelled joyfully, jumping in a circle. "WE NOT BEEN DERE BEFORE!!! LET'S GOOOOO!!!!"
"Hold on there, baby, take it down a few decibels."
"BUT IT A MUSEUM!!! I EXCITED!!!!"
"And we don't yell in museums, do we?"
You stopped jumping and looked at Steve with wide eyes. "No, that's why I gotta get the yelling out NOW, Papa," you explained patiently, before twisting around and bunny hopping down the hallway. "JELLYBEAN!!! WE GOING TO NEW MUSEUM!!!! AND WE CAN'T THROW DISHES DERE!" you hollered to your stuffed bunny as you entered your room.
"Do you think she's excited? I can't really tell," Bucky asked Steve, deadpanned. Steve grinned.
"Yeah, I could tell she had a ton of extra energy today, so if we have something new to show her every few seconds, that'll keep her happy."
"Yeah but...you really think this is a good idea?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"You really wanna take her somewhere new when she's this wound up?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean she's going to come back from this with a new hyper fixation," Bucky predicted, his eyebrows raised.
Steve snorted. "Really?" he said. "You think she's gonna go crazy over something at the Met? Do you have any idea how much stuff is there? She won't be able to focus long enough to get obsessed by just one thing."
Bucky shrugged. "With as hyper as she already is today, I would be surprised if she didn't."
Steve laughed in disbelief. "You're not serious," he cajoled his husband. "She just forgot she was holding a plate because she's so excited. There's no way she'll fixate on anything today."
"Well, I could say you're right, but then I'd be wrong, so....."
"Well, we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"
Bucky's eyes glinted with mischief. "Don't think I won't enjoying rubbing THAT declaration in your face in the future, Captain."
"Admit it. You're just jealous that I came up with today's great idea," Steve teased, wrapping his arms around his beloved and giving his butt a playful squeeze. Bucky's subsequent grunt of appreciation just made Steve laugh harder.
********Later That Day**********
"DAT WAS DA BEST!!!" you hollered the second you were out of the huge stone doorway and into the open air. Several pigeons on the pavement below took off in alarmed flight at the noise. Bucky snorted a laugh, holding tight to one of your hands to keep you from accidentally flinging yourself down the stone steps as you danced and twisted joyfully, swinging Jellybean around with glee. "Der was da big stained glass window and da big picture of the boat with da guys and da OTHER picture of da boat with da other guys and all the big statues and da chairs from the old days and...."
The entire way back to the tower you kept up the running commentary, talking about all the things you had looked at, then going back and describing your favorite ones in detail. You'd all had lunch at one of the cafes at the museum, and kept right on going, missing nap time entirely. Steve had secretly hoped that the adventure would tire you out a bit, and if not that, at least the walk home. But if anything, it seemed to energize you.
Once you all got home and they got your shoes off, you finally took a breath and Steve managed to jump in, saying he was going to start dinner.
"Did you want to help, sweetheart?" he asked you. You shook your head wildly from side to side.
"No Papa, I can't, I gotta go be a artist so I can be in the Met!!" you proclaimed. "C'mon Jellybean, let's go!" And without another word, you took off.
"Artists don't run!" Steve called out after you.
"Oh, okay!" you said, screeching to a stop and walking quickly instead. "Artist is not running anymore, Papa!" you hollered as you rounded the corner into your playroom.
"I can't believe that worked," Bucky said, grinning at Steve, who shrugged playfully back.
"Maybe I know a thing or two about what she's gonna do, eh Barnes?" Steve teased, playfully arching his head back towards Bucky as he sauntered off towards the kitchen. "What was that you said earlier today....something about rubbing something that YOU were wrong about in my face....?"
Bucky rolled his eyes, but trotted after his husband. "Really? After what she just did, you really think she didn't catch a hyper fixation today?"
Steve stopped and turned to Bucky, looking at him like he was crazy. "What? What do you mean?"
"She just declared that she was an artist," Bucky said, tilting his head at Steve, who stared blankly back. When he didn't respond, Bucky sighed. "She's going to want to do NOTHING but create art for god knows how long now."
"You're nuts."
"I think you mean to say I'm right."
"Buck, she's just excited from today. It'll wear off the second something else catches her attention."
"Gonna be eating those words, Rogers."
"Yeah, yeah, sure. Speaking of eating, come give me a hand," Steve said, turning his back towards his husband. A detached metal arm suddenly thunked down on the kitchen island in front of him. Steve rolled his eyes. "Hysterical."
*****Almost an hour later*****
Steve wandered over to your playroom. "Alright Angel, time for-" He abruptly cut off when he got a good look at you. You were covered in your finger-painting paint, head to toe. There were purple smears on your face, red spikes in your hair, blue streaks down your arms, green globs on your shirt- it was endless. It looked like you'd lost a fight with a Crayola factory.
"Look, Papa!" you said proudly. "Is a painting selfie! I did it!"
Steve, who had just remembered how to blink at this point, cleared his throat and swallowed. "You made a self portrait?" was all he could think of to say.
"Yeah! A painting selfie!" You held up a giant piece of your artist's easel paper. "See? I put on da paint and I smushed my face and body onto da paper!"
Steve pursed his lips and nodded slowly. "Yeah, yeah, you sure did." He closed his eyes and sighed quietly, then bowed to the inevitable. "Bucky?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you keep dinner warm?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just-" And because super soldier, Bucky was standing at the door in 1.7 seconds. Steve watched as his husband's eyes went wide as an owl's, and then watched the smug grin slowly spread across his face.
"Wow, Trouble, you look like a rainbow with the stomach flu."
"Is dat good?"
"In this case- oh yes."
"Den thank you! Do you like my painting selfie?"
"Love it." Bucky turned to Steve who was scowling at him. "Did you want me to say it now, or wait for the next work of art?"
"This is not a hyper fixation, Bucky," Steve said sanctimoniously as he picked you up, holding you a little bit away from himself to try to minimize further damage. "And besides, this will all wash out. That's why we got this kind of paint, remember?"
"Yup," Bucky said, grinning.
Steve rolled his eyes. "Just keep dinner warm while I give her a bath, okay?"
"Don't need dinner, Papa!" you declared as Steve walked towards your bathroom. "I a STARVING artist. No dinner."
"Yes dinner. After bath," Steve declared sternly, marching you to the tub over Bucky's hooting laugh.
*******The Next Morning********
Steve had given you no option last night as to your bed or their bed- you were sleeping with them so you didn't try anything else artistic in the middle of the night. NOT because Bucky was right- more of....an insurance policy. You didn't mind at all- you preferred sleeping in their bed anyway. The next morning, Bucky helped you brush your teeth while Steve surveyed the war zone that was your playroom. Even though the paint was water soluble and had come up easily last night, he didn't want to try to tackle the rest of the art supplies, or put you back into the frey lest you be inspired to a new creation.
"Katie-Cat, how about you play out in the living room today?" he asked as nonchalantly as he could. Didn't stop that damn smug grin from spreading across Bucky's face though. Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes and stayed focused on you.
You wrinkled your nose unhappily. "But I wann'd to make more art today, Papa," you said, a touch of pleading in your tone.
"You can make art out here, okay? How about I give you some paper and one of my drawing pencils, and we can draw together?"
"OKAY!!" Steve returned Bucky's smug smile triumphantly, and ignored the slight feeling of panic when Bucky's grin widened before he sauntered off to the office.
Steve gathered the supplies, and the two of you spent a lovely hour sketching together in the living room. Once he saw that you were completely absorbed in your current masterpiece, he gave you a little kiss on the top of the head. "I'm going to go work in the office for a little bit, Baby. You wanna come?"
You looked up as if you had forgotten Steve was even there. The sweet smile that broke across your face melted Steve's heart and settled his nerves. "No tank you Papa, I stay here. Is okay?" you asked with wide, eager eyes. "Got really good light," you said, trying to sound official. Steve grinned and ruffled your hair a bit.
"Okay, princess, that's fine. Come get me or Daddy if you need anything." You were already back into your own little pencil and paper world, so he chuckled and went into the office. He couldn't wait to see the look on Bucky's face. Ah, sweet triumph.
Bucky was staring at his computer when Steve entered the room. His blue eyes swung up to his husband's smirking face, then to Steve's side where it was obvious he was noting that you were not in tow. Bucky looked Steve right in the eye, and gave the most annoying eyebrow lift as if to say "your funeral". Steve scowled and went to his desk.
About fifteen minutes later, Bucky sniffed loudly. Steve ignored it, not ready to give in until Bucky admitted that he was wrong. After the fifth and most exaggerated sniff, Steve finally looked up, smirking. "Need a tissue there, Buck?" he teased.
Bucky shrugged a bit. "Nope," he said, popping the 'p'. "Just....smells like...mint. Have you noticed?" Bucky watched with glee as the smirk on Steve's face turned to horror, and chuckled as Steve tore out of the room.
"Look, Papa!" you declared happily as Steve rushed into his and Bucky's bathroom. "I made more art!" The swirls of the blue mint toothpaste on the giant bathroom mirror were reminiscent of Starry Night- if had been sponsored by Crest. If it hadn't been so naughty, it honestly would have been impressive. You smiled proudly at your creation. "I finished the pencils and den I needed a new art project. Is sooooooo pretty!"
It was baffling how quickly Papa wiped the excess toothpaste from your hands and then plunked you into Time Out.
Bucky casually strolled past the living room, silently chuckling at your huffing little self in the Time Out corner, then chuckling outright as he leaned against the doorway, watching Steve clean up the mirror which was now guaranteed to be free of plaque. When he turned to Bucky with a scowl, Bucky just shrugged with that self-assured smirk on his face. "I didn't say anything."
After Time Out was over and Steve had reminded you that only art supplies should be used to make art, he made sure to keep a firm grip on you as he brought you into the office. Bucky didn't even look up as he grinned gleefully. "Ah, there's our little artist. You feeling good and cavity free, Trouble?" he said in a jaunty voice.
"Yeah! Minty fresh!" you replied with a giggle, before you caught Papa's eye. You quickly adopted a serious face. "But we don't play wif da toothpaste like dat. Is naughty. Okay?" Your eyes shifted quickly back to Papa to make sure you'd gotten it right. He nodded proudly, if somewhat resignedly. Bucky just chuckled under his breath.
Steve sat down, keeping you on his lap. Of course you started to squirm the second there was stillness. "Katie-Cat," Steve said in a patient but serious tone. "You can color or draw here at the desk, but you're sitting with me. Understood?"
"But I want to paint the floor." Cue snort from Bucky.
"Absolutely not."
"What about the top of your desk?"
"To draw on?"
"No, to paint. Like my selfie picture!"
"No. Crayons or pencils only."
"Paint da walls?"
"No."
"Paint you a new shirt."
"No."
"Paint da ceiling!"
"No. Crayons or pencils ONLY."
"UGH. I am SUFFERING for my art," you declared dramatically as you slumped against Steve's chest. Bucky didn't even try to keep it in. He burst out laughing, wiping his eyes in mirth. Seeing that Daddy at least appreciated your struggle, you sat up happily and finally accepted the crayons that Papa put in front of you. You concentrated on making the most complex picture you could, adding layers on layers of waxy color, while Steve kept one arm around your waist and typed with one hand. After a while, you wiggled a bit to get his attention. "Gotta go potty, please?"
"Go and then come RIGHT BACK," Steve said firmly, setting you on your feet and looking you right in the eye. You nodded seriously back.
"Okay, Papa, I go and come right back," you said innocently. Steve's eyes briefly narrowed, but he let you go. And you did as you were told- he listened to your footsteps carefully. You went right to the bathroom in your room and came right back. Steve did a quick visual sweep- you didn't bring any new art supplies in with you or have anything tucked under your shirt so he wouldn't see, so he thought all was safe.
"Did you wash your hands?" he asked as you clambered back onto his lap.
"Yup!" you declared happily. "See? Smells like ocean!" You thrust your washed hands under his nose- you loved using the soap with the pictures of the fishes and coral reefs on it. Steve inhaled, then quickly kissed your fingers as you giggled delightedly. You resumed your coloring with determination.
Just as you were about done, you leaned back. "Papa?"
"Yes, lovebug?"
"Still can't paint your desk?"
"Still can't paint my desk."
"But it is BORING. Needs....magic!" And from out of your pocket came a handful of purple glitter that you tossed in the air, baptizing you both with sparkles. You giggled and clapped your hands delightedly as Steve spit glitter from his mouth.
This time it was almost insulting how fast you found yourself back in Time Out, albeit in the office.
Once Bucky had picked himself up off the floor from laughing that hard, Steve relented. "You win. You were right," he grumbled. That set Bucky off all over again.
At least Bucky helped him clean up the glitter once he stopped laughing. It didn't quite take away the annoyance of Tony calling him "Tinker Bell" for the next three days, though.
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themultifandomgal · 8 months ago
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Harry Styles- Halloween With The Styles Family Pt1
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Synopsis- YN met Harry while filming Dunkirk and although both their lives have been a whirlwind so has their romance. They started dating in 2017 and got married in 2023, 2 years after having their daughter Eve.
“Dat one daddy” Eve points to one of many costumes Harry had out “mamma can be da good witch and I can be da doggy”
Eve recently has been obsessed with The Wizard Of Oz after watching the original since her mum is Glinda in the new Wicked movie.
“Perfect. Speaking of where is mamma?” Harry asks putting the costume on his shared bed with his wife
“I fink outside”
“Planting more flowers?” Harry raises a brow at his now three year old
“Errr mamma said not to tell you so no” she smiles at her dad. Harry smiles shaking his head
“She loves her plants doesn’t she?” Harry takes his daughters hand and guides her downstairs and out the door to see his wife knelt down with a plant in one hand and trowel in the other, humming a familiar tune of ‘Golden’
“Mamma!!!” Eve shouts running over to her mum “I told daddy I wasn’t allowed to tell him what you were doing in da garden, but..” she now whispers in her mums ear “I fink he’s got super powers. He knew what you were doing”
“You know what?”
“What?”
“I think he has super powers too, you know why?”
“Why?” Eve cocks her head to the side with a small frown
“Because I can do this” Harry lifts his daughter up as if she were a feather and spins her round. If the neighbours were out all they would be able to hear was the laughter of the little girl
“Ok ok put her down before you break something” YN laughs standing up and wiping the dirt on her trousers. Harry stops spinning round and places Eve back on her feet “now, have you decided what your going to be for Halloween?” YN asks the youngster
“Yep. Daddy is going to be Dorofy, I’m da doggy and your da pretty witch”
“Sounds perfect, but I’m not sure I have a Glinda costume”
“Can’t you wear da one on telly?”
“No baby, it wasn’t mine”
“You borrowed it?”
“Exactly”
“We have 2 days, I’m sure we can find a dress can’t we Evie?” Harry picks his daughter up and places her on his hip
“Yes!” she claps excitedly “daddy can we go and watch Wizz of Oz?”
“Course we can princess. Why don’t you go turn the telly on while I try and get your mother inside and away from the flowers?” Harry puts Eve down and the couple watch her skip in. Harry places an arm around YN’s shoulders and places a kiss on her temple “how did I get so lucky?”
“I pretty sure I’m the lucky one. I have a beautiful daughter, an extremely handsome husband and another perfect bundle on the way” YN places a hand on her very small bump
“Mamma! Daddy! Hurry!”
“We better hurry up” Harry tells his wife
“You get the popcorn started while I wash up” the couple make their way into the house. YN makes a start up the stairs when she remembers “oh don’t forget…”
“The caramel ice cream. I know”
“I love you”
“I love you more”
“Mamma, daddy it’s going to start wifout you” Eves voice come through from the living room making Harry and YN chuckle before they make a move, not wanting to make their impatient daughter any more impatient.
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rebelliousstories · 10 months ago
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Desperate Times and Desperate Measures
Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Gambit x Reader
Fandom: X-Men
Request: Yes by @infinityfandoms
Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Fighting
Word Count: 1,505
Main Masterlist: Here
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Summary: She always said she would be about as useful as a wet paper bag in a fight. Good thing she never skips leg day.
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“And who is this? I don’t think audiences have had the pleasure of meeting you yet.” The man in the red mask asked, looking at the woman behind Gambit. She looked up, startled at the sudden attention being brought to her.
“Um, hi.” She offered her name, but was still confused as to what was going on with these new people.
“Wait, wait, wait. You’re ‘The Druid’ aren’t you,” Deadpool gasped, “sparkle hands.”
“Sure, I guess if that’s how you want to know me. Haven’t heard anyone call me that in years.” She turned back to her bandages that she was wrapping back up. There were footsteps coming closer to her, but someone stopped them.
“Until I know whatcha gonna be doin’, ya ain’t gettin’ no closer.” Gambit snaps, charging a card near the red masked man.
“Oh, I’m not going to do anything to her. I’m a fan really. From one person with a regenerative healing factor to another, I applaud you, my dear.” Wade clapped his hands together and bowed dramatically. She giggled and set down the bandages, before walking over to Gambit.
“We’re alright, hun. He’s just being friendly.” With a hand on his chest, the man turned and caught her eyes. Letting the energy fizzle out and back into his body, Gambit wrapped an arm around her waist to tug her close.
Later that evening, as they prepared to go to bed in preparation of the big battle the next day, she was checking and double checking her stash. Different salves, elixirs, and dressings were being packed away in her satchel to take with her. As she was placing the last bottles and jars in, hands creeped across her waist and pulled her back into a firm chest.
“Neva’ gonna get tired of seein’ you work like dis, chere. Amazes me each and every time.” Remy drawled, pressing kisses to her neck while she leaned back.
“All to make you guys better, hun.” She replied, loving the feeling of his affections.
“Listen, when we in da lair tomorrow,” he began, “you gonna stay back righ’? Stay in da car?”
“Of course, I am. You know I can’t fight.” Her snort made the man smile as he pressed a kiss to her head.
“Good. Don’t want you gettin’ mixed up in all dat.”
Her hands came in front of them, and both of their attentions were on it. In a matter of a few seconds, a magnolia blossom was blooming from her palm. Taking it from one hand to the next, she passed it back to her lover. He held it to his nose, and breathed in deeply. The sweetest scent flooded his senses. Gambit tucked the flower into the top of his chest plate, right near his heart.
“Everything is gonna be alright, Remy. We’ll be fine.”
Those seem like famous last words now.
She was staying in the background. Behind the car because she was just not going to stay in an on fire car for anything. So far, no one had noticed her and that was just how she liked it. Keeping an eye on her boyfriend and friends, the chaos around them almost made her lose the line of sight.
An explosion next to her gained her attention, and made her squeak in surprise. Thankfully, she was still virtually hidden from the rest of the fighting going on. Locking eyes on Gambit’s coat once more, she was shocked to see someone sneaking up on his. Of course, all the fighting and shouting made the odds more optimal, but it was still an incredible task to do that to him. When he did not seem to be turning and looking at the attacker behind him anytime soon, she knew she had to do something. Looking around her, she tried to find something that would draw both Gambit’s attention to the attacker, and the attacker’s attention away from Gambit.
So she threw a shoe. Some random shoe that had gotten blown off of someone was what she picked up to throw. And somehow, it worked.
“Uh oh. We done messed up now.” She muttered, seeing the new set of eyes on hers. Taking off, she began weaving through the structure. But that man was close behind.
Gambit only noticed when he heard the sound of footsteps running behind him. A card blew up the spot that those feet had stood in the second prior. Taking a look around, he noticed that there was someone now chasing his girl all through the maze of bars that was Cassandra’s lair. Remy took off after the person, while trying to look ahead to see where she was going. Somehow, he remained just out of range for his cards to reach.
Ducking into a corner, she breathed heavily as she tried to catch her breath. A stitch was deep in her side, and her claves were beginning to cramp, but she couldn’t not stop now. Her life, Remy’s life, depended on it. All the noise around them meant that she would not be able to focus on the bad guy’s movements even if she wanted to. Poking her head out of her hole, she breathed a sigh of relief as she did not see him immediately. But that changed when, from the other end of the apparent hallway, he dropped down. She was trapped.
There was nothing that she could use as a weapon nearby, and her powers were defensive; not offensive. Breathing hard, she tried to steel herself against the awful smile that the man was now sporting. A cool metal bar was digging into her back. Her heart was speeding up. If she fell from this height, she would survive, but her bag would not and that was a greater travesty in her opinion. However, she did not have these thoughts long as a flash of magenta flew in front of her and sparked in front of the man.
“Ain’t ya momma eva’ teach ya how t’ treat a lady?” Remy was here. He shot a wink over his shoulder to her, before going after the man. His bo staff was out and charged, but for some reason it did not seem to be slowing this man down. Finally, he got close enough to stick a card to him, that promptly exploded. But as he walked away, this man just got back up and began to heal again.
Gambit groaned, and struck three cards to the ground, before running and grabbing his girlfriend from the railing. As they fell, an aftershock of the explosion knocked them in the air. He tucked her head into his chest, and cushioned their way down. Landing on the hard ground, both of them groaned as pain shot through their bodies.
“You good, chere?” Remy asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He was inspecting her face as his hands ran over the rest of her body.
“Yeah. You?” She replied, doing the exact same thing to him.
“Don’ worry about ol’ Gambit now. Gambit’s fine. I want you to go dat little hole in the side over der and stay der till I come get you.” The man pressed a kiss to her head, a brief one to her lips before rolling them over so he was on top. Slipping a card out from his pocket, he flicked it towards someone coming near, before getting up and joining the fray once more.
Once she had caught her breath, she did exactly what Remy had instructed of her. The little cave that she had found herself in allowed her to keep an eye on everybody, but stayed out of the fighting. She knew where her strengths lie, and she was definitely going to be most useful after the fight. As she watched, her mind kept forming different recipes and mixtures that she could use to help.
The fighting slowed until there was just a few people left. As the group finished them off, she stepped out briefly to watch their two friends jump into the glowing circle and away from the Void. As they disappeared, she ran over to her boyfriend and their friends. He welcomed her with open arms, and breathed a sigh of relief as they stood there.
Taking an assessment on her friends, she immediately set to work dressing some of the injuries that they had but could not heal properly. She felt Remy pat her shoulder lovingly as she was wrapping a spot on Elektra’s back. Turning to him, he just drew her in closer before allowing her to tend to wounds he may have gotten. This was a well oiled machine that had been established over the years.
As they piled into the Honda Odyssey after, their journey home was quiet. They did not know if they were going to be able to go home, or if they were stuck there forever. But one thing was for certain; that shoe was going to live in her head for a while.
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marvelrivalsplayer69420 · 19 days ago
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gambit, daredevil, and punisher with a self-loathing reader
a\n: so ive been struggling… heres a bit of a self-loathing\insecure\kinda people pleaser reader with my boys. dunno if anyone wanted something like this but here y’all can have it anyway.
tags: implied depression, reader struggles with self-loathing and insecurities (just like me fr), implied mild suicidal ideation in Frank’s section, gender neutral reader.
Gambit ♠️
no matter what, Remy is your cheerleader. he’s always in your corner and trying to make you feel better. but he’s the shoulder you cry on, too.
if he finds you crying alone, he’s going to put a pause on whatever the hell he was going to say and he is sitting down with you and trying to comfort you. he doesn’t immediately ask why you’re crying, he just wants to focus on holding you through it and getting you into a calmer state where you can talk to him. he wants to know what happened, how it made you feel, and secretly he wants to know why you didn’t immediately come to him.
he wants to be the first one you come to when you’re struggling; not just because he doesn’t like not being able to know when you’re sad, but because he’s scared you’re alone and the idea of you crying alone breaks his heart. seeing it in action would nearly make him tear up before he puts it aside in favor of trying to help you.
just watching Remy cook you dinner, you can tell he’s putting a lot of love into it. he takes your recommendations seriously even when you tell him constantly he can make whatever he wants to make, but he keeps telling you that what you want to eat is what he wants to make.
“Jus’ lemme spoil you, cher. That’s all I want. I want you to be happy, cuz I love you more than anythin’ in dis world.”
When you nearly break into tears at that, he’s tenderly cradling your face in his hands because he knows it’s hard for you to hear something nice, something you feel you don’t deserve.
“It’s true, mon amour, I love you. And I ain’t gonna stop lovin’ you just cuz you don’t love yourself. I’m always gonna be here for ya. Through thick an’ thin, ma belle.”
when he notices you pulling away from a social event to be by yourself, he finds himself gambling on whether to follow you or to let you have the space. when he follows, he just sits there with you in silence and listens to you, nodding and supportive. when he lets you go, he knows you need the time alone to calm down before he can help. often times, he waits a few minutes and then goes to find you just so you can have a bit of both.
always reassuring you that you didn’t do something wrong when you get anxious about something you said. you literally have to tell him what you said because he doesn’t realize that you hated what you said so much.
you constantly say sorry. and Remy isn’t having that. at first he’s very patient with the frequency, just gentle reminders of “don’t be sorry, cher” and “shh, no more sorry, ya hear?” but then he gets a bit fed up with it. he’s not angry by any means, just a little disappointed and trying to get you to stop the habit.
“Ya gotta stop sayin’ sorry all da time, cher. It ain’t good for ya to be sorry all da time when you shouldn’t.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry—”
“Dere it is again! Stop it wit’ da sorrys or I’m gonna kiss those pretty lips so hard dat you forget how to say sorry wit’ em.”
in public, he does little check-ins, even when in public, where he lets you squeeze his hand or arm when you need comfort. he always squeezes your hand back and brushes a little closer to you.
he gives you glances, trying to read your body like it’ll give him good insight as to what’s going on in your mind. he knows it doesn’t tell him everything. so he often tries to find a place where you two can be alone for a little bit to talk. the corner of a room, an alleyway, a public bathroom, even a goddamn broom closet.
Remy whispers in your ear asking what you need and he squeezes your hand tight, then pulls back slightly so you can lean in and whisper your thoughts to him. then he immediately tries to give whatever you need. he holds you tighter, gets you something to eat or drink, whatever it is.
overall, Remy is always dedicating himself to the seemingly sisyphean task of making you feel like the most loved person in the world. if you don’t love yourself, he’s going to love you twice as hard and make damn sure you know it.
Daredevil ⚖️
he is your lawyer when your mind is the prosecution. he will construct an entire case in the you vs. you case on the side of you. I know its very confusing but I promise he’s trying to make you feel better. there’s opening statements, witnesses (him saying he loves you), and evidence he all has piled up to help you beat the self-hating version of yourself.
he’s spoiling you with gifts and affection and he’s reassuring you that you deserve it all and better. he buys you what you want without being too frivolous just to try minimizing how guilty you might get over being paid for, even if he knows you always find a way to feel way too guilty about something normal that you deserve.
he can tell when you lie and say you’re okay when he knows you aren’t. and he will not let that shit slide, he will catch you in it every time and pull you out of that pit himself if he has to.
“Are you okay? Your hands are shaking, sweetheart.”
“Uh, yeah. Just… nothing. Maybe a little hungry I guess.”
“I can order you something if you want, honey. But I’m going to be honest. I think you're hungry, but you're also trying to change the subject because you’re not really okay.”
“No, no, it’s nothing, just…”
“Just what? Go on, you can tell me. I know that sandwich place has your favorite sub back on the menu. I can get you one, then maybe you can tell me after you eat.”
one time when you’re about to cry, Matt can hear the tiniest whimpers caught in your throat, a sound even you can barely hear, and his heart nearly shatters at the sound because he had never heard it from you before and to him it means it must be really bad this time. immediately, his hand is on your back and he’s cooing at you while he kisses your head and pours out words of reassurance while listening closely to your every sound, trying not to miss a cue.
when you’re upset, he’s doing everything in his power to make you feel better and distract you from those dark thoughts that swirl in your mind. he wants you safe and happy above anything else.
when you’re stuck in bed, feeling like you’re rotting, Matt is the one to bring you food, help you sit up to eat, and trying to motivate you through support. he tries to lure you from bed with the guise of bathing together when in reality you’re sitting in the bath and he’s on his knees just outside of the tub, washing every inch clean like you’re a dog getting a bath.
afterward, he’s encouraging you to put some lotion on and he’s helping you moisturize, trying to get you to work in some self-care habits that might make you look at your body in a better light.
“Why’re you so good to me when I’m just a —”
“Hey, we’ve talked about that negativity you use towards yourself, darling. It’s not helpful and it doesn’t solve anything.”
“Sorry, Matt…”
“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to yourself. You need to treat yourself better. Now lift your leg up so I can moisturize your thighs.”
he is having a serious conversation with you about it at one point or another. its unavoidable. he’s not going to ambush you or anything, but at some point he will gently confront your behavior.
it will be a hard conversation but Matt is open and gentle and kind as he tries to understand where you’re coming from and where you can both go with this to help remedy any negative feelings around yourself. as if he also doesn’t have his whole host of issues regarding his self-perception.
his top priority isnt to make you uncomfortable but to get to the bottom of it and try to accommodate your feelings even as you try to work together to mitigate those thoughts.
after this conversation, he’s always catching you when you start to spiral and trying to find ways to help; distracting you with a movie and dinner, talking through it until you’re calm, leveling with how you feel in the moment, and finding good arguments against those feelings of self-loathing. he’s very, very aware of how you may feel based on how you fidget and shift and he grabs your hand and squeezes it gently when he knows you’re anxious.
of course none of Matt’s good mental health talks apply to him. he doesn’t want you to see that side of him and struggle with it the way he does and he much rather take things off your plate than let you suffer alone like he tries to do to himself.
Punisher 💀
Frank’s number one priority is your safety and comfort. he doesn’t want the world to hurt you and take you from him — but what he didn’t expect was your biggest enemy to be yourself.
and it tears him up inside that you hate yourself so much because he relates to it. he knows what it’s like and that knowledge and experience with his own self-hate makes him so much more protective of you.
if he hears you bad-mouth yourself, even jokingly, it’s over. he's on your side even when you aren’t.
“Im so stupid—”
“Hey, hey, none of that shit, sweetheart. You ain’t stupid. You’re smart, kind, and I fuckin’ love you.”
don’t even get me started on if you say something dark as a joke. Frank just stops and stares at you, as if trying to read your mind. then he says “Don’t say shit like that, sweetheart.” and makes sure to give you the biggest hug of your life before keeping a silent vow to watch you like a hawk and check in more often than he already does.
while refusing to enable your self-hatred, Frank decides to indulge you in treats: never letting you pay for stuff yourself, always getting you something whenever you mention offhandedly you want it but don’t feel like you deserve it, grabbing you your favorite foods, and giving you constant stream of praise for the most basic things.
he’s praising you for eating breakfast, lunch, or dinner. he’s also praising the little snacks you have during the day and praising you extra when you eat a treat he bought for you, like icecream or a candy bar he knows you like.
“You’re doing amazing, you keep eatin’ that icecream, baby.”
“I didn’t even do anything—”
“Nah, don’t give me that. You deserve that icecream for all the shit you deal with at work. Now go on, keep eatin’… attaboy\attagirl.”
Frank is constantly reassuring you that you don't have to give anything to anybody; especially your time and effort. he wants you to learn to stand up for yourself, even if he's biting at the opportunity to do it for you most of the time. he especially wants you to learn how to say no to him. he makes you practice saying no and even praises you if you accidentally say something a little mean during it. basically, he's trying to wean you off of being a people pleaser.
if you say sorry constantly, he's going to actively tell you not to. over and over and over and over. this will last until you stop constantly saying it because he will never give up.
he’s an aggressive listener, sitting there and taking in everything you’re saying when you open up. unfortunately his aggressive listening face makes him look angry and he reassures you constantly that he's not mad. he wants to be the one to carry your burdens for you, so he wants to know everything that’s going on in your head.
“Why’d you stop talking, doll?”
“You look… angry…”
“I'd never be angry at you, baby. I’m just listenin’ to what you have to say ‘cause it’s important. C’mon, tell me what happened next.”
“Are you sure? I’m not annoying you or anything—?”
“No, never. I love listenin’ to you, sweetheart.”
on your bad days, he is treating you like you are a baby (positive). letting you have time to be upset and cry but then swooping in with a big hug, snacks, and lots of water. then he’s putting on your favorite show or handing you the book you’ve been reading and cuddling you. he literally cradles you in his arms like you’re a crying baby.
after a good cry, he’s making sure you get all the water you can. so much water. and good food. and more of your favorite tv show.
he is your shadow. always keeping an eye or an ear on you when he knows you’re upset but you want to be alone. if you’re crying in the bathroom, he has his ear pressed up against it and he’s listening. then he’s gently knocking on the door after a little while to see if he can come in and help you once you’re in a slightly better state.
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littlepadika · 11 months ago
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Outbreak Day Eve
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warnings: daddy!joel, fem little, ddlg, cute fluffy daddy time
Tomorrow was the anniversary of outbreak day which meant everyone in Jackson had the day off. No work or school or chores. The exception was patrol. Most people wanted to be with their families so it was always hard to pick who would have to patrol on this most important day. It was a day of mixed emotions. Some people liked to grieve what was lost. Some people treated it more like a celebration akin to 4th of July. With the heat of the summer lots of people were having picnics and cookouts.
Harper, who was head of patrol, was surprised when Joel asked for time off. He never asked for time off. If anything he was the one who volunteered to work on holidays. But Harper could tell there was a change in the man over the last year. Something about being with you.
"You got it, Joel."
"You sure? I know lotsa people are askin'." Joel is takenaback
"You've never once asked for a day off. Picking up extra to help out everyone else... you enjoy your day off kay?" Harper waved him off.
He was so excited to tell you. He came home and wiped his boots off on the door mat.
"Petal?" He turned to see you sitting at the table drawing. "Hey... whatcha makin'."
"Everyone at the daycare was drawing pictures of stuff from before da outbreak. I wanted to make one." You don't look up because you are deep in concentration.
"Oh yeah?" Joel comes over and sits next to you. He peers over your arm.
"See daddy..." You point at each of the details. "Das us at a moobie theater. Dey used to have moovies on big big screens. All new ones all da time. And see you holding popcorn. I like the popcorn here but Miss Thomas said it was really yummy at the moobie theater."
"That's right." Joel smiled, almost tasting the butter on his tongue.
"Did you see dem?" you ask.
"Oh yes. All the time." Joel leaned back in his chair. "The seats were big and comfy. You could get special glasses that would make the movie look three dimensional- like it was coming out of the screen."
"What!"
"And the popcorn was tasty but you also could get soda and candy all sortsa things...yeah I think I miss them a lot too." His smile falters a little as he stares out the window. He used to take Sarah to the movies on saturdays. It started with cartoons then more girly movies but Joel didn't care. He loved watching her eyes light up with imagination. He wishes he could share that with you as well.
"I sorry." you frown, not liking to see your daddy sad.
"s'all right." He seemed to snap out of his daydream, turning back to you. "come here and give your daddy a proper hello."
You hop out of your chair and into his lap. "I missed you daddy..." You hug him tight. He was so warm and solid and felt like home. He hugged you back just as hard.
"And I got good news baby! I get the day off too."
"Yay!" You bounce on his lap.
"So what do you want to do? We can go for a hike. We can do crafts. Whatever you want."
"What do you wanna do?" you ask, feeling very big for thinking about your daddy.
"Whatever you want." Joel reiterated with a squeeze of your thigh.
"No daddy." You furrow your brow. "Is outbreak day and you were there so dat means is daddy day."
"That what it means, petal?"
"Mhm." You nod feeling even more like a big girl. "That's what dey said. Do somefing you miss"
"Mm well... I guess I miss..." Joel thought of movie theaters, of baseball games, of concerts, of swimming pools... barbecues with neighbors and friends...
"What! daddy!" You cup his scruffy cheek.
"It's- i'm not sure we have one."
"What!" You exclaim, hating the not knowing.
"It's a slip'n'slide." Joel smiles at your eagerness. "It's uh a long mat that links up with the hose and we would slide down it.:
"Let's do it, daddy!" You bounce on his lap again.
"I want to." He chuckles. "I gotta see if I can fashion one." His mind already coming up with ideas. He missed building things. This would be a fun challenge
"I wanna help!"
"Of course you do, you good girl." Joel kisses you gently. "Why don't you draw a design for daddy to use."
"Okay!!!" you squeal.
Joel digs out a long tarp which is fairly slippery. The yard is small but at an angle there's a decent track for the slide. He hooks up a old sprinkler system into ends of it and runs the hose between them. You were right there next to him, eager to try it out.
"Like dis daddy!" You show him the drawing of a sprout of water coming out on either side.
"Mmm oh you want it there?"
"Mhm, daddy. Please."
It takes a few tries to get a passable stream of water but he felt pretty pleased with himself by the time the sun was fading in the sky.
"Can I try it daddy!"
"I don't want your nice clothes getting wet." Joel leads you back inside and changes you into one of his old shirts.
"What about you, daddy?" You look expectantly at your daddy.
"Oh dear I'm not sure I can make it down. I'm an old man, petal."
"Please daddy!" You hug him around the middle and give him your best puppy dog eyes. "Please daddy! I only wanna if you do it too!"
"Oh alright." Joel sighs, knowing his back would complain in the morning but he wanted to share this experience with you.
"I ready!" You signal him to turn the hose on. "Catch me daddy! catch me!" You give yourself a running start before pushing yourself onto your belly. you slid down the tarp way faster than you thoght you would. It was kinda like flying. You squeal as Joel catches you at the end.
"I gotcha!"
"That was so fun daddy!" You giggle. "I wanna go again!"
Joel lets you go a few more times before you are looking at him expectantly.
"Your turn daddy. I catch you. I catch you."
"Oh dear..." Joel chuckles. "You sure?"
"Mhm. You can do it daddy! You brave!"
"I'll try to be, baby girl." He strokes your wet hair before walking up to the start. There's a slight slope to the yard which helps. "Things you do for a girl, miller." He muttered to himself. He shucks off his tshirt and shoes. On the count of three he pushed himself onto the slide, traveling much faster than you. His legs slide out to the side which makes him laugh.
"Oof!" He stretches out a hand to stop himself and keep the full weight of his body from knocking you over.
"Yay daddy!!!" You were jumping up and down. "You were so fast!" You kneel down and flop on top of him.
"That was fun, huh?" He laughs.
"Ya." You kiss his collarbone. "I love this, daddy. Was every day like dis?"
"Yeah..." Joel hugged you close. "But it's better now that you're here."
The sun was staining the sky pink and orange and both of you watched it set.
"So... what are we gonna do tomorrow?"
Joel bursts out laughing.
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bitterkarella · 10 months ago
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Midnight Pals: Elon being cool
Stephen King: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this- Elon Musk: [rising from bushes] eyy stephano king Musk: mi amico eyyyy! King: we're not friends elon Musk: eyyy! stephano king! why you so obsessed with me? King: Musk: ok ok i will give you a child
King: i'm sorry, what Musk: i will give you a child Musk: whatsamatta for you? Musk: i say the same thing to taylor swift! King: oh King: uh King: how'd that work out? Musk: Musk: issa good Musk: she thinka ima real cool now
Donald Trump: [visibly melting] nickels used to have pictures of bumblebees but now they don't because [unintelligible slurred speech, it is not clear which slur is intended] Taylor Swift: yeah i think i'm going with kamala Musk: mama mia!!! issa outrage!!
Musk: mama mia!! you thinka you canna have opinions, taylor swift?? i rapa dat outta you! King: elon, you can't say that! King: that's terrible! Musk: eh? wottsamattayouface? Musk: alla my fans they applaud, dey clappa da hands Musk: dey say "masterful gambit, sir!"
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romana-after-dark · 5 months ago
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Our Gentle Sins: Part 16
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Dark!Logan Howlett x fem!reader
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Chapter summary: Past. Logan does it. Present. Wade makes a plan.
Warnings: This fic features non con, pregnancy, and themes of religious trauma. I will not be saying everything that happens to warm you, by clicking read more you are prepared for extremely dark themes and that you at 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption.
EXTRA WARNING: Violence, shown sexual violence again.
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Before
Logan tried, he really did try to pay attention as you spoke but it was getting harder and hard. Your biology was calling to him.
The red string of fate tied you and him together, growing shorter and short with every horror the two of you had endured and now, now Logan felt it had come to a close; the string was taught, pulling him to your finale. 
“Can we crack a window?”  Logan asked, hoping fresh air would allow him some breathing room. Unfortunately, a gust of breeze blew your scent right too him. Logan groaned, a sound almost in pain as he hardened, the animalistic side of him clawing for release. How could he smell you like this, look at you, have you so close to him and not take you as his? Logan wanted to erase every last presence of Mark from your body, from your mind. He could give you what your husband never could. You could give him what Jean threw away.
*
“Are you okay?” Your brow furrowed looking at Logan as he stood, eyes closed. He looked almost… in pain; his knuckles whitening at his balled fists. 
You wouldn’t pretend you understood Logan all the time. He had strange behaviors, did and said things you didn’t get but honestly, it was probably the same for you. Two strange people, possibly sharing a life together.
The way he respected you needing time only endeared him to you more, and you know most of your friends considered you dating already. Seeing the joy on Kurt’s face made you want to say yes, yes you were together, you were in love, it was your happily ever after. But time was what you needed. It hadn’t been more than 6 months since you left your husband, and in a strange way you were still mourning his death.
It wasn’t a true loss, not in the way you knew was normal. You hated him, but a part of you loved him. Really, it had little to do with Mark; you mourned your parents too. Remy said it was because you held so much love in your heart.
‘I wouldn’t blame you if you weren’t sad, pistache, but I’m not sure dat would be you.’ Remy assured you it would go away, the way you missed the people who had been staples in your life. ‘But for now, allow yourself to feel. You have so much love in your heart, you feel so deeply, it makes sense you miss dem. De were ya whole life, the good and da bad.’
You’d been married to Mark 7 years, of course you missed him in a sense, especially when you had nearly no life outside him, no friends. He was your whole world, and things weren’t always bad. There were more good times than bad, which always made that bad so much worse. Charles said there would be complicated feelings, and assured you they were no thought crimes, there was no wrong way to feel.
“Lo, how about you sit down?” He looked pale, it was worrying you. Taking his large hand in yours and walk the few steps to the bed. “Do you want me to call Hank? Or Jean?”
Logan’s eyes snapped up to yours, alight with a fire that made you nervous. “Do not call Jean.”
A familiar nervousness flooded your system, the type of anxiousness that settled into your stomach and screamed fawn, fawn, fawn. Something in your head said get out, but why? It was Logan. Just Logan. Your Logan.
He was hurting your hand.
“I won’t call Jean…” You spoke softly, as if trying to placate a wild animal, and it worked. His eyes softened, and although he looked no less sick he abruptly dropped you hand.
“You should go.”
This made you frown. “Do you want me to get help?”
He shook his head. “No, no, I just- Dolly, you should go. I’m fine just, listen to me.”
But you were stubborn as you were scared, determined to figure out what was happening. He worried you, you didn’t like to see him in pain.
You step forward, and you swear you hear him growl. “Logan?”
Logan snatched your wrist, yanking you between his legs and trapping you. Your whimpers mean nothing when you're thrown onto the bed, Logan crawling on top. You can feel his erection through your dress and your stomach lurches, but when you try to push him you find you’re practically nothing under him.
“Logan, what are you doing?” 
“Need you.” He leans in for a kiss and god help you but you kiss him back, trying to calm him, give him a little to hold him over. 
“Logan, please get off, y-your scaring me. We said we’d wait, right?”
He said he’d wait. He’d wait. He’d wait for you because he loved you and you loved him and he would have you but he just had to- 
“WAIT!” With all your strength you shove at him, attempting to maneuver the little room your body had to get out. You were determined to not make this easy; you refused to let Logan ruin your relationship with him.
But Logan was too much, dropping the full weight of his body onto you and knocking the air out of your lungs. While you’re distracted, he takes both your wrists into his hand and wrenches them back painfully far, his lips on your covering the scream in pain. Fingers digging deep bruises into your wrists and you feel yourself giving into the pain.
“That’s it, baby doll, just relax… let me in…” Hands pinned above you, slightly less painful now that you stopped fucking but a bruising grip still there, Logan’s other hand undoes his belt and you know what's happening.
Falling. Drifting. Weightless on the bed you try to not go rigid. It’d only hurt more if you did, you knew from experience. He gets what he wants. He always does. They always do. You’re just a tool to them, something for men to use in their own little ways. The tears come, and Logan’s gentle hand cups your face with a tenderness so different from the way he breaks you open on himself, cooing your name as if that would make it better.
Logan is just like Mark.
Just like your father, who while never touched you was complacent in the horrors that happened. Your father, who probably did the same to your mom, who was grooming your brothers to not ask, just take. Your father, who arranged and blessed the marriage.
You think to the men in your life because it’s easier than thinking about what Logan is doing to your body; you vaguely feel touches, but if you take your attention away, you learned from being with Mark you could leave your body behind.
Were they all like this? Scott, with his strict moral code, would he take you given the chance? Kurt was religious too; if you’d married him, would he feel entitled to your body? Did Charles think you owed him? Pietro, Hank, Warren, Bobby, was it all just a matter of time and chance?
Would Remy eventually think his friendship meant he was owed you? Remy, sweet Remy who’d been your rock all this time, did he want you this way, and would he take it given the opportunity?
Were you destined to be at the mercy of men your whole life?
“Please don’t cry, dolly, please?” Logan’s voice brought you back to reality, his face nuzzling you and you’re forced to reckon with the pain between your legs. You felt naked, even with the dress still on; a vulnerability you wanted to share with Logan but not like this. Like this.
“Please stop…” You whisper to him, and even as he ravages your body you reach up to hold his face. Your eyes hold his blue ones, pleading. “We can forget this, you don’t have to do it like this, we can-”
“Oh Dolly…” Logan’s movements slow, sympathy melting into you and for a moment you think it’s over, that you can put this behind you. He kisses your nose, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry…”
“Lo-”
“There’s no going back after this.”
After
“You know I gotta tell Charles, right?”
Logan just huffed out a scoff. “Scott’s been telling him for months, if he didn’t believe slim, he’s not believing you.”
*
Wade couldn’t sleep all night, echoing over everything Logan said to every, everything confessed.
Wade never claimed to be a good guy, not really. He wasn’t a hero, wasn’t even an anti-hero, like that one terrible Taylor Swift song. If he was a Taylor Swift song, he’d be Lover, given his skill to get his lovers screaming. Or Bad Blood. That too.
Anyway, he doesn’t have to explain it to you, dear reader, only so much time can be spent fleshing out a character in short form media such as fanfiction when said character is already established in a franchise. You’ll forgive his inner monologue if it just scurries along.
He wasn’t what they call “morally pure” by any means, but Wade wasn’t a rapist, and he didn’t hit innocent women, nor is he the kind of guy to just allow it. Like a serial killer in prison murdering child molesters, even he had a line. 
Problem was, he was too evenly matched with Logan. He couldn’t do this by himself. And, honestly, Logan scared him. Not in the sense Logan could kill him, no, they tried when they first met to kill each other, it didn't work. But the Logan he knew wouldn't do what he did to you. Something changed, and he didn't like it. Logan would die before he left you alone, he'd kill you before
That’s why Scott was standing in the hall, having been rudely interrupted by Wade banging on his door at 5 AM, standing in his PJ’s and sleep mask. “Professor doesn’t believe me. My wife doesn’t believe me, so much so she’s sleeping in another room. It’s useless.”
“So what? You’re just gonna fucking leave her with Logan to get beat and raped again? What about the kid? That’s not very dime store captain america of you.”
Scott shot him a look. “Look at me, Wade. You look at me and tell me I’ve given up on this.” he looked… rough. Even his dick sucking lips looking less supple than usual. “My life is fucking falling apart because I won’t give up, I just don’t know what to do.”
“KILL HIM!”
Wade found himself slammed against the wall, mouth covered and Scott looming over him. 
“You think I don’t want to?”
*
“You’re not gonna win, bub” Logan looked at Wade’s hand itching for baby knife. “Even with your guns and swords, you can’t win. You know this.”
“No, I can’t. But Scott can.” Wade watched Logan’s eyes narrow, and he knew Logan didn’t know the times him and Scott fought… Scott was holding back.
*
“If I kill him without evidence, I’m no better than a lawless vigilante!”
“You suddenly in your booklicker era?”
Scott shoved off of him. “I’m not saying that, I’m saying-”
“Xavier sanctioned killings only, huh? Well, I hate to break it to you pretty boy but he’s too busy jerking off to the idea of world peace to notice the shit tone of stress that’s gotta be radiating off Judith’s head!”
He rubbed at his temples. “Wade, listen, you don’t get it. I need more than just me wanting him dead. I’m not immune to biases, I’m aware.”
Wade groaned, stomping his feet like a child. “I am here telling you-”
“You’re not exactly the voice of reason here, Wade.”
“So if I get a voice of reason, you’re in?”
*
Wade sat in an office, one he chose specifically for the swirly chair he now used to look out the window. When the door opened, Scott bringing Remy, Wade whirled around.
“I bet you’re all wondering why I’ve gathered you here tod- God dammit! What’s the twink doing here?”
Scott brought in Remy, but also Kurt, Logan’s OTHER best friend.
“Kurt’s going to have the most generous opinion, I need something to counter the everything about you.”
Wade feigns offense, his hand to his chest as he gasps. “Moi??? Well, if I’m the devil on your shoulder, I thought this sweet little buttery bouillon cube was meant to play the angel.”
The cajun laughs, but not without a hit of nerves. “Remy has been called a lot of things, but rarely an angel, Angel.” he gives a little wink, then settles into something more serious as he fidgets with his playing card, moving them from one hand to another. “Is someone gonna tell us what de ‘ell is ‘appening?”
Scott borderline ignored him, addressing Kurt to Wade. “Kurt is one of Logan’s only friends in the mansion, I needed someone whose going to go to bat for him, at least.”
Kurt’s worried questions about Logan were once again ignored as Wade complains. “Of course he’s gonna go to bat for him! Kurt’s not gonna believe any of this.”
“HEY!” A blue cloud of smoke appeared between Scott and Wade, Wade could practically see the ‘BAMF!’ in the air. He looked angry, but mostly scared. “Vill someone please tell me what is happening vith my friend?”
Wade looked a Scott, and Scott started. “Logan is abusing Judith.”
If Kurt had anything more than yellow in his eyes, they would have seen his rolling them to accompany the movement of his head. “Not dis again. Mien friend, you know I respect you, I respect your leadership and judgement, but I’m afraid you might be a little clouded on this one.”
Remy stayed strangely silent. 
Wade shook his head. “‘Fraid not, my favorite microdose of catholic guilt, he admitted it to me”
Remy’s head snapped to Wade now. “Whaddya mean? Logan wouldn’t ‘urt ‘er. He loves da girl.”
More somber than he’s been in a long time, Wade tried to explain. “He told me. Confessed. Woke me up from my beauty sleep to admit he hit her after the party. You can ask Jean, she treated her for a concussion.”
“Dat doesn’t make any sense!” Kurt cut in, clearly going on the defense. “Jean vouldn’t let Logan just go if he hurt her!”
“She told her she slipped and hit her head, dumbass!”
Scott stepped up, defusing it and explaining to Kurt. “I asked Jean, she was coming back from the med bay, said Judith hit her head. No suspicion, and after everything…” Scott sighed, crossing his arms. “I don’t think she’d believe me if told her this now… if she’d stand me long enough to listen.”
“Scott’s failing marriage aside,” Wade interrupts with a glare from Remy. “Logan admitted it to me. There’s some physical abuse here and there but... “ Even Wade struggled to say this. “He raped her. That’s how Stevie happened. Rape.”
The word rape hung in the air, falling around them as Remy and Kurt took in the words in their own ways. Wade could see gears turning in Remy’s blue and red eyes. Kurt? It wasn’t going well.
Remy spoke first. “Dis isn’t one of your games, is it cher?” He asked Wade. “Because dat is my best friend, I will die for her, i will kill for her and dat baby. I will kill Logan is that's true.”
“Remy!” Kurt’s voice pulled their attention. “You can’t seriously believe this, do you?”
“He ‘as no reason ta lie. Dat’s ‘is friend too, if he’s telling us dis, it has to be true.”
“No! Logan vouldn’t do that!” With a furry not usually known to Kurt, he storms up to Wade, shoving at his chest. “Vat are you doing? Stop zis game before someone is hurt!”
Wade looked apologetic, his scared face regretful, but he knew what had to done. “I wish I was joking, beautiful.”
“He’s being serious. All the evidence is there. How she acts with him, the scratches on her back, the time line of when she suddenly became withdrawal…” He looked to Remy. “You notice any changes in her in December?”
Remy’s face paled. That was enough of an answer. “Her nightmares… dey got worse. Every night for weeks I woke up to her scream’n…”
Kurt threw his hands in the air. “I won’t have any part of this! If you three doubt Logan even after all these years, I don’t even want to call you my friends!”
With a cloud of blue, Kurt was gone.
And then there were three. 
Wade filled Remy in on everything he knew, everything Logan admitted to him, and Remy believed him. 
More importantly, he agreed on what had to be done. Logan wouldn’t let go, he was possessive, he was obsessive… Scott would offer him a chance to stand down, to let Jean or Charles into his head for the truth or Scott would kill him.
Remy was hesitant, and Wade understood it. Logan was there friend, both off them, but Scott reminded him of Rogue.
“If he did it to Judith, he could do it to Rogue.”
“No.” He sounded firm. “He wouldn’t. Dat… Dat is different to him. She’s special to him. But you are right. C’est fou, it needs to be done, for pistache.”
It had to be done, but this needed to be over.
Unfortunately for Scott, he knew he needed to eat breakfast before the confrontation.
*
This egg sandwich was going to be fucking phenominal, he just knew it. Scott didn’t consider himself a particularly good cook. He was nothing like you or Remy, and Ororo definitely outshown him as did Bobby, funny enough, but he could get by pretty well. He learned out of necessity; he knew he could be in any variety of situations made him want to be able to cook… the fact he learned how to season was for Jean. 
He tried, he really did. Grand gestures after he’d been absent too long in his own head of breakfast in bed, trying his best to be attentive but never quite being the man he wanted to be. He couldn’t quite allow her in, and Jean wasn’t the kind to settle. Well, she did for a long time. For years, he knew she just… allowed it. There wasn’t much else, they’d known each other for so long and there simply weren’t many other men in the mansion at the time.
Then the x-men grew, and Jean, who had been isolated for so long, got to see that Scott was not the be all end all. There was more out there. Better.
There was Logan.
It was selfish, he knew, to be glad it was you instead of Jean, but he was, even if it was just a little. He loved her, he loved her so fucking much but he just wasn’t going to be what she needed, and he had to let her go. They were holding onto nothing.
He was gonna do right by both of you. Guilt ate at him at what he’d allowed to happen, the type of person he let into the mansion and around vulnerable people. What if he was right about him and Rogue all those years ago? 
He was so busy chewing and looking out the window, he didn’t hear the footsteps.
It’s time. He’ll face the consequences after.
“I won, Slim”
Scott felt his head yanked back by his hair, choking on his breakfast sandwich. That didn’t matter, because seconds later there were claws in his throat and it was over in a flood of red.
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RIP SCOTT IT HAD TO BE DONE!!!!
it was actually almost remy lmfao sorrrryyyyy but i decided that was too much like ROF
anyway.
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authorsofghosts · 15 days ago
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Bonne Fête | Gambit x Reader
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Summery: It's Remy's birthday, which means as his partner, you have to make it special. Though, that Cajun is hard to work around.
Themes: [Finished this at 1AM the day it's being posted on our phone, will do better when we wake up] Established Relationship, Fluff, Lovey Dovey, Remy Shenanigans, Cuddling, Kisses, Reader Cooking for Remy, Remy being a brat, Remy being madly in love, Storm Cameo (Ororo my beloved).
Word Count: Over 1k for sure
pt. 2 ;)
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June 16th. That's Remy's birthday. You wanted to wake him up with breakfast in bed, but that Cajun is an early riser and stubborn as a mule.
He stairs as you leave the bed, grabbing your wrist quickly "Mon amour..." He murmurs, voice gravelly from sleep. "Too early fa you ta even be awake, cher."
You laugh, leaning down and kissing his forehead, cupping his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere far, Rem." You reassure him.
"Then I'm coming with you." He says, opening his red-on-black eyes.
"No, no, it'll ruin your birthday surprise-" You say, quickly cutting yourself off. A wide grin spreads on his face as he raises an eyebrow. "Stay in bed. Please?" You begged.
"What's da point if you not in it, cher?" He mumbled back, reaching out and grabbing your wrist, pulling you back down onto the bed, planting a whole litter of kisses to your cheek, his stubble tickling you.
"Remy Etienne Lebeau-" is all you can muster out before his lips touch yours, claiming them softly.
"You ain't my momma, cher... don't talk to me like dat." He growls out playfully, hands holding you on top of him, slowly creeping down until he squeezes your behind.
"Remy!" You yelp out, pushing your hands against his chest and sitting up.
"Ah, come on cher..." He whispers, pulling you make down. "Just a little longer?"
Remy looks up at you, his red-on-black eyes sparkling in the little sunlight that comes through the window. Your chest fills with warmth as you see his lazy smile, as it does ever time. You roll your eyes before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Fine. Five more minutes, you brat."
"Now you really starting to sound like my momma."
"Shut the fuck up."
And as promised, it was only five more minutes. You flip back onto your side of the bed, a peck to Remy's forehead, then his cheek, and then his lips (though, it was really his fault). You quickly escape your shared bedroom with him before he can manage to drag you back in with his charm.
You quickly made your way downstairs, darting into the kitchen with eyes already searching for what you need. Some other members of the team are awake, raising eyebrows at you as you zoom in and start opening cabinets.
You scoot behind Ororo as she stands against the stove, "Oh, you might wanna move-" You murmur, and she listens, picking up her coffee cup with a walking onto the other side of the island countertop.
"What's the rush?" She asks coolly.
"Gotta make Remy breakfast before he decides he hasn't seen me in too long." You mumble, grabbing eggs and sausage (that you obviously pre-defrosted) from the fridge. You had prepared for this, you have to when you're dating someone who loves you as much as Remy loves you.
He's addicted to being loved. He's addicted to being loved by you, especially. Morning cuddles, kisses and hand holding whenever he can, holding you from behind and swaying you around like the wind does trees. It's reciprocated, obviously. No one would make a man as annoying as Gambit breakfast in bed on his birthday if they didn't love him to the moon and back.
Your eyes widen in horror as you pick up the Cajun seasoning, finding it empty. The container falls from your hand, hitting the counter. It's about to roll off because Ororo pushes it back with a small gust of wind.
"I see you have encountered an issue," She smiles, opening the cabinet more and reaching into the very back, "worry not." You smile wide as she pulls out a new one, handing it to you.
"How did you- you know what- never mind." You stammer before quickly getting back to work.
You finally finish a classic Cajun Breakfast skillet, scooping yourself and Remy some into bowls and bringing it up. You creep back into your shared room, seeing him laying on your side, stomach down and nose planted deep into your pillow.
"Remy." You laugh softly, making him jolt awake. He smiles as you step closer, handing him the food. "Bo ne Fête, mon amour." You say, watching his eyes widen before he starts to laugh.
"Mon ange, you're truly a blessing." He murmurs, sitting up more and pulling you closer, presses a single kiss on your cheek. "What'd this man done ta have da perfect partner?"
You laugh softly, kissing his forehead before sitting next to him on the bed, the both of you eating breakfast. He grabs the two bowls and puts them on the nightstand before wrapping his arms around you. "Come 'ere. Lemme give ya some lovin', sugah."
You laugh as his drags you down into your back, planting a multitude of kisses on your face before he nips softly on your jaw, making you squeak.
"Hey!" You laugh softly, pushing him back and looking up at him, "What do you think you're doing?"
"What, all I get is breakfast in bed fa ma birthday?" He eyes you, smirking as he buries his face in your neck. "Don'tcha love me, cher?"
"Of course I do, Remy. I love you so much." You say, pulling his face down and kissing him.
"Mm... Love ya, too, mon amour." He laughs pulling you closer. "Aight, let's just cuddle fa now. You don't got any mo' surprises for me, do ya?"
"Oh, you know... It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you about it." You murmur, nuzzling against his bare chest. He chuckles lowly, the sound deep under your ear. His arms around you tighten, holding you close as you both enjoy a quiet, relaxing morning together.
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cookiescribble · 9 months ago
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Flufftober Day 10: Bet, Game, Contest
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A/N: hello, ya boy is back with another comic book character. Not Nightwing, but Gambit! welcome back, swamp rat (affectionate)- mod ghost
p.s. sorry to rogue enjoyers, she is not here. also i have not finished x-men 97 so no spoilers please! I just really like the art style
Ship: Remy LeBeau x GN!Reader
Summary: State fair with le diable blanc
 You and Gambit were at a local state fair, since he’d entered his beignets in the recipe competition. You had some time to kill before they announced the winner, though, so the two of you were wandering amongst the festivities to see what there was on offer. 
“Hey, chère, I have a…comment dit-on…proposition for you, if you please.” He spoke up suddenly, tugging on your hand to get your attention since it was already held by his. 
“Oh? What is it?” You asked as you glanced over at him, watching his dark eyes as they darted around the fairgrounds. 
“What if we play a lil game, hm?” He hummed, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. “How ‘bout whoever wins more of da games here,” he gestured around the two of you, “gets a kiss from da loser?” 
You smirked as he spoke, “You sure you don’t want to bet on the contest your beignets are in? That’s much more guaranteed odds for you.” Your gaze traveled from him to one of the fair games he seemed to have his eye on. “Unless you have some kind of plan in mind?”
“Does dis mean you want to find out, petite?” He waggled his eyebrows playfully, 
“Well,” You consider your options for a moment, “either way you get a kiss, right?”
“Dat’s correct,” Remy nodded eagerly,
“Alright then, fine, but only because I’m better at these games than you.” You chuckled as you agreed, seeing him light up in excitement.
“Wooo, you ‘boutta put yo money where yo mouth is, chère.” He sauntered over to one of the games as you followed him, confidence radiating from him in waves. 
You played practically every game in the state fair with Remy, and he’d won practically every one. By the time you were walking over to where the contest winner would be announced, you had a giant stuffed animal he’d won for you about an hour ago that he was helpfully carrying for you while he spoke up, “Hey, chère~”
“Yeees?” You answer back in a similar lilting tone to his, slipping your hand into one of his carefully so that he wouldn’t drop the prized animal. 
“I tink you owe me somethin’, don’t you?” Gambit moved the stuffed animal to sit on a nearby bench for a moment, gazing at you with a flutter of his eyelashes.
“Do I? I don’t remember borrowing any money from you, Remy,” you teased, grinning as he groaned lowly, 
“Chère” He sighed, as if he somehow believed that you’d forgotten the bet so quickly. You cut off any further protests with a quick, sweet kiss. Just like you’d promised. You pulled away from him a moment or two later, watching another smirk spread itself across his face. 
You roll your eyes at him and lean into his side, “Feel better?” 
“Much better, thank you,” Gambit laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you waited for the announcement of the winner, which, unsurprisingly, turned out to be him. 
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its-nap-time-baby · 6 months ago
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two babies
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Summary: Just a peak into what it would be like if you were pregnant with Loki's baby.
Pairing: daddy!Loki x pregnant!little!reader
Warnings: Age Regression, fluff. ITS OLD AND CRINGE. WILL EDIT IT SOON.
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Ever since you'd gotten pregnant with Loki's child, it had been really rough. It had been a rough pregnancy from the start. The child had his frost giant blood and was growing faster than any human child.
You weren't allowed to stay on Earth because the doctors on Earth couldn't help you, so you stayed on Asgard with Loki.
Loki had been announced king after Thor wanted to stay on Earth with the Avengers. Loki loved being king he loved being able to order people around. He finally had his birth rights.
He also loved ordering you around.
Right now, you sit playing in his mother's meadow, playing with the animals and bugs. Loki always called you the Goddess of animals because of your love and compassion for animals.
"Darling! Where are you?"
You peaked out of the meadow as you said, "Over here, dada! In da meadow!"
Loki walked over, picking you up, spinning you around.
"Hello my darling love, what are you doing?" Loki asks.
"I pway wif da animals an bugs wike always! I also ade you a flower crown out of ya favowite flowers!" You say as you sit the crown upon his head.
"Darling, love its time for your checkup now."
"I hate dese stupid check ups, I don wike dem," you pout
"I know, darling, but we have to since our child has frost giant blood, we have to see if your body is safe," Loki explained.
"Fine, dada."
Your checkup went safe, with no internal damage, no bleeding, and all safe. Just one perfect child. You were only 6 months along, but you looked 8 months. Your baby was huge already. Loki loves pampering you. He loved dressing you, feeding you, lacing the backs of all your dresses, and braiding your hair.
After the checkup, you and Loki went to your shared chambers. It was time for your shared nap time. Loki would read to you, and then he'd fall asleep beside you after. He would read you Shakespeare or Edgar Allan Poe.
Right now, he's reading you Romeo and Juliet. It was your favorite.
“Don't waste your love on somebody who doesn't value it," He read.
"Dada?"
"Yes, my love?"
"You ave 2 babies you know dat?"
"My love, you are only pregnant with one child, not two. We just had a checkup."
"No, siwwy dada! You ave me an our baby!"
"You're right my love, you are my baby! And I'll always love my baby, both of them." And with that he kept reading.
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bunabi · 9 months ago
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dats whats been getting me they said like. oh we didnt put choices in because we wanted to do the choices justice and its like. literally just write a codex i promise people will be happy with codexes and one or 2 cameos like thats what we got in inquis and most people are fine with that. every complaint i see about inquis is that ur choices within that game dont matter LOL people know its not realistic to get a full cutscene for every choice. and like some things i guess need to be retconned like leliana but i'd rather those inconsistencies than nothing. :(
I get it 🥲 Especially on the DAI point
Who you support for the Oresian throne, whether the Wardens are exiled, the ramifications of the Well, whether you allied with the Qunari, it didn't have any impact on the Inquisitor or the battle against Corypheus (aside from whether your companions toot or boot your choice)
It would have been nice to have it mentioned, just to reinforce our huge and powerful organization maybe was as influential as we hoped it would be.
I think most choices in DA don't matter but that doesn't change the fact some should. The payoff of cameos like Dagna returning as an artificer can be really really special, but slipping little mentions into ambient dialogue or a note is fine too. Even as someone who disliked the war table for crashing my PS3.
It's a nod that this world is yours, that this Morrigan is Your Morrigan, which sounds absolutely ridiculous as I'm typing it out, but it really is important to the overall experience.
And it's creating this weird friction between players and the creators. The characters are theirs, the characters are ours, and the result is the most annoying custody battle imaginable. 😭
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babyhatesreality · 1 year ago
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The Book was Better
Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader
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Warnings: SFW Agere (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name used sparingly, pet names/nicknames, fear of disappointment, a little language, fluff (I mean really do you expect anything less from me? :D)
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A/N- for @asittwas, who just gave me the loveliest compliment and reblog. Thank you darling!! To all of you- sorry to be gone so long. Life hopefully is going to ease up for a while.
"Alright puppy, you ready?" Steve said, grinning as he finished tying your shoes.
"YES!" you screamed with joy, flinging yourself forward into his arms. He laughed and tossed you in the air, before bringing you into his chest and nuzzling your cheek lovingly. "Can we please go now pleeeeease?"
"Yup, it's go time! Let's get Daddy and head out."
You wriggled with excitement. You all were going to the zoo today! The day was finally here! They'd been hyping you up for a while over it- not that you needed the help getting excited- and you were nearly exploding for joy, hence Papa carrying you to find Daddy. If he put you down, you were likely to run roughly 9000 laps around the apartment just on adrenaline alone. And while chasing you was a good workout for the both of them, Steve and Bucky had agreed to keep your energy reserved for the zoo.
"What animals are you most excited to see today, little one?" Steve asked, bouncing you playfully as you made your way together to the bedroom. They had asked you the same question every day for the past two weeks, and you had a different answer every time.
You tapped your fingers against your lips, thinking. "Ummmm..." you mumbled as you thought hard. "Da tigers, and da sheep, and...and..." Steve pinched his lips together in amusement at this new combo and waited for you to finish your thought, "....and the DRAGONS!"
Well. That was an entirely new one.
Steve carefully cleared his throat, wanting to get ahead of this now. "Baby," he said gently, slowing down his pace a bit. You frowned and looked down at his feet, speaking before he could gather his thoughts and patting him hard on the shoulder.
"Papa, go faster!"
"Baby, listen-"
"Go faster to Daddy!! Now!!!"
"Hey," Steve said sternly, stopping immediately. You bit your lip, looking contrite. "Are you allowed to talk to me that way?"
"I sorry," you said, abashed. "I excited."
Steve smiled gently and gave you a kiss on the temple in forgiveness as he resumed his journey. "I know you're excited. But I need you to listen right now and be a good girl. Understood?"
"Okay, Papa!"
"Good girl. So...so there will be lots of fun animals at the zoo today, and we'll see them all, okay?"
"Okay!"
"But there might not be all the animals you want. Sometimes that happens."
"But dat's where dey live. In da ZOO. Dey gonna be dere."
"I know, honey," he said patiently, praying that this didn't go off the rails. They had been reading the Hobbit to you, and you had become obsessed with the characters, especially Smaug. He was the ultimate villain in all your playacting recently. Steve and Bucky tried so hard not to destroy your make believe world, but he also didn't want you to get crushed when you didn't see anything close to the dragon in your mind today. "We'll see all the animals that live at the zoo. But some animals don't live at the zoo."
"I know! Dey live all over the world and den some live at the zoo."
"Right. So the zoo doesn't have all the animals in the world. But that doesn't mean that we're not going to have lots of fun, right?"
"Right!"
"Right. So if an animal isn't there, then that's okay, right? Because we're still gonna have fun."
"Yup!"
"Okay, then!" Steve said, knowing he had laid the ground work to help you if you mentioned "dragons" again, and feeling pretty good about it. You two walked into the bedroom just as Bucky was pulling on a baseball cap. You squealed in delight, leaning forward out of Steve's arms towards Bucky. He spun around and effortlessly caught you, giving you a huge kiss on the cheek.
"Alright, Trouble, you ready?" he asked as Steve retrieved his own ballcap. "You ready to see all the animals?"
"Yeah! We gonna see DRAGONS!"
Steve's nervous gaze swung to Bucky's face. Bucky was looking at you impassively, clearly in thought. He turned and smiled gently, and Steve's heart stopped racing for a moment. Surely Bucky would help and say the right thing to you.
"Well, you never know at the zoo," Bucky said with a shrug and a grin. You cheered loudly. He chuckled at the look of astonished betrayal on his husband's face as you all headed out the door.
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It became clear to the both of them that the idea of dragons had taken hold of your little mind and was not letting up. The entire way there, you chatted animatedly about how when you saw the dragon, Papa and Daddy could pretend to be the knights and the kings and the elves and the hobbits from Daddy's book and save you- the beautiful princess- from certain death and then you- who also apparently wielded a convenient bow and arrow- would save all the animals in the zoo and become the Princess of New York City.
When you all went through the front gates, there was a blessed time when they thought they might be off the hook from this whole dragon thing. All the sights captured and held your attention. You were instantly mesmerized by the beautiful tigers, you laughed at the silly monkeys, you followed the paths of the birds and the peacocks being very careful not to scare them, and your eyes had taken on a wonderous look when you actually got to feed a giraffe. The petting zoo part had been a huge hit. They were almost home free, thinking about lunch as you skipped in between them down the path, holding both their hands.
"Can we see da dragons now?" you asked politely out of the blue, after about three hours of not mentioning it once. Steve shot Bucky a nervous look.
"Well, Baby, remember how I said that some animals don't live in zoos?" Steve said carefully
"Yeah, but-"
"Well, love, dragons don't do well in zoos. And this zoo doesn't have any dragons."
"Yes dey-"
"No, no they don't. But we can go see other animals and keep having fun, right?"
"Go see da dragons!"
"There's no dragons to see here, baby. We could go look at the zebras instead, how would you like that?"
You shook your head, planting your feet, which caused them both to stop. You pointed to a sign on the left, letting go of Bucky's hand.
"See? Da dragons is DERE!" you said triumphantly. "I see da word!!" They turned and looked. The sign that you were impetuously pointing to listed reptiles, tortoises, and...Komodo dragons. "See? Dragons!" You snatched Bucky's hand again, pulling them in that direction. "We gotta go!" you hollered joyfully, yanking your daddies as hard as you could to follow you.
"She must have recognized the word from looking at the book," Steve murmured to Bucky as he let you drag him towards the enclosure. "Do you think she's going to be upset when...when she sees it?"
"Only one way to find out," Bucky said, failing to suppress his grin at your stubbornness and determination, and trotting willingly with you. Steve sighed, exasperated, internally grumbling and swearing to himself that if you had a meltdown it was all going to be Bucky's fault.
Once you all got closer, you excitedly asked Bucky to pick you up in a hushed voice, knowing that dragons could hear intruders into their caves. You wanted a better view for your first time seeing a live dragon.
Steve watched your face very carefully as the three of you approached the large viewing area. He watched as your brow wrinkled in confusion. He heard you whisper to Bucky.
"Where is da treasure?"
Bucky, to his credit, answered quickly, having worked on his game plan all along. "Probably inside," he whispered back. "You know, so the other dragons and zoo people don't steal it. He's got it hidden extra extra good."
"Dat makes sense," you said, nodding wisely. You craned your neck, holding tightly onto Bucky as he tried to hold in a snicker. "How's come we see outsides and not a cave like da book?" was your next question.
"Because we don't want to go into the cave and get burned up, do we?"
"OH! No, don't want dat."
"I didn't think you did."
"But den how's he gonna come out?" You pointed to the opening in the rock. "Is too small."
Bucky was saved by a lizard in that moment. He didn't have a good answer to that one, but luckily the Komodo dragon chose to make his appearance right then. Both Steve and Bucky turned their faces to watch you as your jaw dropped in utter astonishment. The Komodo dragon took his sweet time stepping out of the enclosure, his long tongue flicking the air around him.
"What's he doing?" you asked in an awed voice.
"He's got the scent of something," Bucky whispered back, actually knowing the real answer here. "He senses and tastes something in the air and he's trying to figure out what it is."
"Ohhhhh," you breathed in wonder. Your eyes took in every inch of that Komodo dragon, your little body jolting with surprise or glee anytime the lizard moved. After about three minutes of you being nearly catatonic with joy at finally seeing a dragon, you turned to Bucky again, confusion crossing your face.
"Is bigger in da book," you commented as you tried to figure out why this dragon was so small.
Bucky couldn't help the snort of laughter at that moment, but as your little frown deepened just a bit, he passed it off as a cough then turned very seriously to you. "This must be a baby dragon," he explained in a lofty voice that was clearly supposed to be a stab at a scholarly approach. "A big dragon probably wouldn't agree to live at the zoo."
"But, den where is his daddy dragon? Is he gonna come back?" you asked anxiously.
"Oh yeah, of course," Bucky said without missing a beat. Steve suppressed a smile, knowing that NOW Bucky was mentally sweating bullets. Then, damn it all, Bucky once again dug himself out of the hole. "You know what? This is probably a distraction," Bucky whispered conspiratorially to you.
"Distra...districta...a what?"
"A distraction. The daddy dragon is guarding the real treasure, while the baby dragon makes everyone come look at him because he's so cute and sweet. No one will think to go looking for their treasure because the baby dragon distracts them!"
"Dat is so SMART!" you gasped in agreed. "Smart dragons! Like da books!!"
"Yup, exactly like the books."
You looked back at the Komodo dragon, smiling ear to ear, then turned back to both your daddies.
"Da book was better," you declared happily, then nodded sagely as if the matter was now closed. "Can we go see zebras?"
You all had a delightful rest of the day at the zoo, seeing all the animals, and that night you cheerfully went to bed without a fuss at the promise of a story with your daddies starring as the knights of New York who saved you from the dragon.
And for the rest of your lives, occasionally Steve or Bucky would turn to each other and quietly say "Eh, the book was better," making the each other laugh to the point of joyful tears.
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