#i love her shes so smart and fun and puts me at ease

[dunmeshi]

i got to see my gf today <3<3

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae! First of all, congratulations on your 7k!

For the bake sale, could you please write “³¹⁾ three people sat on a two-seater sofa” with wolfstar x reader, please?

Thank you!!

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 790 words

There are lots of things to love about your new apartment. It’s charming, not too expensive, almost perfectly equidistant between your work and the boys’. Remus is really pleased about the in-unit washer and dryer, and Sirius is obsessed with the kitchen backsplash. But you think your favorite part is this view. 

You have a TV but you’d argue you hardly need it, what with the spellbinding appeal of your own sitting room window. You have your legs crossed on the loveseat, your knee spilling over Remus’ thigh while both of you sip coffee and watch the sun rise over the sidewalk. 

Yours is a quaint neighborhood, far enough from the hustle and bustle of town that you still have trees and quiet but close enough that you get to see people walking by. With the new chill in the air it’s a fun time to people watch. Remus enjoys it nearly as much as you do. 

“Fucking hell, there he goes again,” murmurs Remus, frowning at the man running on the sidewalk down below. 

“Do you think he owns a longer pair of shorts?” you wonder. 

“I don’t see how he can survive the winter without one.” 

“That girl looks like she’s freezing her tits off.” 

Remus hums. “It’s one of those days. Bring a jacket and you might end up carrying it around all afternoon, but don’t and in the morning you’ll suffer for it.” 

“Maybe her guy friend will lend her his.” 

“Likely. He’s more interested in putting his arm around her. He’s not going to give up that chance.” 

“Wouldn’t he want the gentleman points for giving her his jacket, though?”

“That would be the smart choice, but he doesn’t strike me as a smart bloke. She can do better, I think.” 

You blow on your coffee, letting the steam blow back onto your face. “I bet by the time he walks her home, she’s got his jacket.” 

You hear the groan of the bedsprings, and then a human one louder than that. A minute later Sirius is padding into the sitting room with your comforter drawn around his shoulders. His eyes look half open. 

“How could you do this to me?” he whines. 

“Morning, love,” Remus says placidly as Sirius crawls over the arm of your loveseat, spilling onto Remus’ lap and wriggling his way over until his head lies in the nest of your crossed legs. He turns his face into your stomach, the picture of tortured misery. 

“What are you both doing up?” 

“I was awake,” you explain. 

“And I wanted coffee,” says Remus.

“There was no need to abandon me like this,” Sirius goes on as if neither of you have spoken. His voice pitches with a yawn. “It’s Saturday, you masochists.”

You hold your mug in one hand to put the other in his hair. This seems to mollify him somewhat. He pushes his face harder into your tummy, making a disgruntled whining sound. 

“Would you like some coffee?” you ask him. 

“Coffee is only a balm for having to get out of bed, which neither of you had to do, because it’s Saturday.” 

“But now that you’re out of bed, would you like some?” 

“Yes, please.” 

You ease out from under him. You top yourself off and make Sirius’ the way you both like it, with copious amounts of cream and sugar. When you get back he’s taken your spot, so you pass him his cup and sit half on his lap, squished between him and the armrest. 

You’d have a bigger couch if the room allowed for it. Instead, you’ve put a chair along the wall that Remus usually prefers to sit in, but he doesn’t seem inclined to move now and you don’t want him to. You derive more contentment than is reasonable from all of you smushing together like this, touchy and close in a way that’d be awkward if there weren’t so much love between you. 

“Is that very comfortable?” Remus looks over at you, concerned. “Why don’t you come sit over here, sweetheart?” 

“I’ve got her just fine,” Sirius argues, adjusting so that you’re entirely on his lap, his arm possessively around your waist. 

You turn agreeably, pivoting until you’re sitting sideways with your back against the armrest. Remus pulls your feet into his lap. 

“There he goes again,” you say, looking out the window. Both of your boyfriends follow your gaze. 

“Bloody hell.” Sirius’ face screws up like his coffee is bitterer than he’d expected. “Are those children’s shorts?” 

“This is what you’re treated to when you wake up,” Remus teases. “Not worth it. And now that I know you’re out here ogling men that aren’t me, I’m tying you both to the bed.”

[thebearer]

i saw a few tik tok parents saying like parenting has made them feel like they were healing themselves. and i feel like carm would do like little affirmations with baby bear in the mirror like “i am pretty. i am strong(and it would be funny for her to say ‘like uncle richie).” and it like eases his anxiety and his mind for some reason

carmen would 10000% heal his inner child that way, and he's a fucking die hard "i'm gonna break this cycle" type guy bc chaos and all of that is obv not good.

sometimes he has slip ups, he'll yell or get irrationally mad (like his mother) when she does something that she doesn't really understand, but he tries not to. he really fucking tries.

just picturing carmen changing baby teddy bear or holding her while he rocks her to sleep, maybe feeding her a bottle in the morning so they start off on a good note, he'd do these little affirmations. you started it and he caught on, felt a little silly at first, but that's his baby. she's perfect to him, so he'll let her know that.

"you are the light of my life. you are so loved. your parents are so, so proud of you- let me say that one again, because mommy and me will always be proud of you. you know that? no matter what." carmen coos, in a soft tone just looking down at her. the rational side of him knows she doesn't understand, but the way she's staring back... he feels like she does.

"you can be anything you want. your life is fun and filled with joy. you are smart. you are kind. you are beautiful- so beautiful, teddy bear, look just like your mama, thankfully-"

"-carmen," you cross your arms in the doorway, catching his attention. "it's not a good affirmation if you put yourself down."

he sighs, a little embarrassed, mostly because he knows you're right. you walk towards him, gently running a hand over her soft hair. "you are so talented, like your daddy." you gleam at him. "and you are so loving, like your daddy."

"and like your mommy." carmen adds, your hand squeezing his shoulder gently. "and you are so loved."

"so loved." you mutter, kissing the top of her head. you tilt your head towards carmen, so close your noses are touching. "and you are too, carmy. so loved. by me and teddy and everyone else." he blushes at your words, head reeling into your kiss.

sometimes when his mind is racing, telling him he's no good and filling with bad thoughts, he'll think back to you two, looking at his phone or the nearest pictures. the words and phrases he says to teddy coming back to him, soothing him gently, pushing away those thoughts- your voice trumping over them telling him how loved he is, how proud of him you are. it's grounding, and it fucking works somehow.

[takemebacktowheniwassane]

i've been seeing a lot of falsettos posts recently deconstructing the fandoms beliefs and firstly

holy fuck thank you, i try to steer clear of fandom (and fandom-izing thereof) drama but this is getting a lot more visible recently so here's some little tidbits for you

whizzer brown is not an unflawed character!

okay so i haven't seen enough dissecting this but!!! in the chess game!

the whole point of marvin using that game to determine the ending of their relationship is because he suspects whizzer is constantly deceiving him and wants to prove it.

whizzer LITERALLY proves him right!

he asks marvin to help him along (yes i know he says he doesn't want help, hear me out, it's a little more complex than that) and takes advantage of the fact that marvin is- like- infatuated with him.

he draws him into a sense of false security then starts throwing accusations at him ("since you need a man!" "what?" "who's 'brainy'," "or witty, move.") until hes able to win, which he does with ease because he's been using marvin having this idea that he isn't smart against him.

of course, marvin's side of this isn't the best either but honestly, for once the fandom should focus on a different character when they think 'insane asshole'. typically we should also probably change our perspectives a little to be more unbiased cuz fr guys, this is getting really.. annoying.

i understand he's the most visibly flawed but that doesn't excuse constantly picking the worst parts of this musical (without other context, btw) to use against him.

and this post certainly isn't here to excuse anyone either i've just got a lot of opinions that i wanted to share while falsettos is.. trending? right?

2. marvin's (headcanoned but still somewhat researched) autism

this one isn't brought up as much but when i do see it around, it's kind of a skewed viewpoint.

while rewatching bits of the proshot i realized a lot of different neurodivergent traits that he shows-

he's helpless during I Never Wanted to Love You and is childish and regressive when he's upset (not every autistic person is like this either, i know this is a bit of a touchy subject so i just wanted to add that).

usually when people depict it i see it either toned down or joked about which is fine when all in good fun, and when its done respectfully.

not here to attack anyone, just here to point it out and say that yes :) he most likely is neurodivergent, but despite that his actions aren't condoned. he's still kinda a dick who needs to get his shit together

3. ..the lesbians also have shit going on?

just putting this out there- I DON'T SEE ENOUGH FOR THE LESBIANS! OR TRINA!

the girls in this musical are like thoroughly neglected and i think that's kind of shitty just assuming the fact that william finn put them in to demonstrate how gender roles put people in degrading positions (and he even makes it more prevalent by showing marvin as something like a misogynistic character who forces whizzer into more feminine roles to show the audience what woman have to/had to go through in society).

anyways, the lesbians aren't just there guys. they have a plotline too. in Something Bad is Happening, you derive a lot from charlotte singing about the outbreak of HIV/AIDS and realize how she operates on a daily basis (she's passionate about her work and takes every bad day as a hit to her life and career, explaining in a way that as a black, jewish, lesbian, FEMALE doctor in this time, everything that goes wrong is immediately brought down on her so much more than it would as any straight white male pharmacist-).

cordelia on the other hand has to handle the fact that her girlfriend is so adamant about her work ethic that she can't actually be super present in their relationship at times like that.

but either way she still sticks by her and is constantly trying to be supportive and endearing despite feeling like she's not amounting to her gf who's basically a hero in her eyes.

i kinda just wanted to bring that up because they mean a lot to me and they don't get enough love from the fanbase, thank you for listening to my TED talk <3

[seresinhangmanjake]

Methods of Love and Trust

dad!Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female reader

Summary: For the first time, Jake is allowing his mother to babysit his children by herself. He's terribly nervous, but he promised you a date.

Warnings: implied smut. I think that's it, really.

Notes: this is a combination of two asks/comments from @rosiahills22 and @matisse556 for the Oh, Baby Series. I changed some tiny details, but I hope you guys like it :)

Words: 1755

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"Jake," you quickly snapped, but your husband didn't tear his intense stare from the sight before him. He only hummed. A lame acknowledgment compared to what you were wanting from him. "Stop being weird and let's go."

You felt ridiculous, tugging at the cuff of Jake's sleeve the way your daughter did when leading him along on some adventure. She, however, was much more successful in her attempts. Thirty minutes had passed with you trying to guide your husband out the door, but his feet were planted, his stance sturdy, his eyes glued to your son in Eliza Seresin's arms. 

"I'm not being weird, I'm just–" he paused before his next word. Smart of him, you thought. You both knew the end of that sentence was nonsensical. I'm just watching, checking, making sure my mother doesn't kidnap or harm or neglect our children when our backs are turned. With the way he was acting, it seemed to be the only way that sentence could complete. 

"You're being silly, baby," you replied. "Stop looking at your mother like she has bad intentions. You’ve wanted her to move here permanently for years, remember? You were finally able to help her find a house she loves, so what's going on with you?"

Jake turned away from the window where his mother and children were in clear view in the backyard. "I know," he agreed. "And I do want her here. But alone, Honey? With our children? Their safety, their lives, in her hands?" He made a face and shook his head. "I'd like it better if Gram were here with her."

Your freshly painted fingernail scratched at the bow of your top lip before you crossed your arms. "Look, baby, I don't want to say that you sound unhinged exactly, but perhaps paranoid? Just a tad?"

"Honey…" was a little whine. 

"We knew the day would come when your mother would have to go solo. What happened to that trust you were working on?" You asked, and his shoulders instantly fell. Stepping toward him, you placed your palms flat on his chest and leaned in close. "And me? You promised me a date. Last I checked, that involved dinner and beach sex, and I've yet to receive either."

The mossy green of his irises flashed then darkened, and you grinned with pride. If anything could get his mind off his troubles it was the thought of rolling around with you in any position, in any location, at any time. And you enjoyed having that power. Though despite him being smart enough to keep his mouth shut about it, you knew it was rare that sex didn't also have him imagining a third little Seresin. A topic you'd been putting off, and would continue to do for as long as possible. 

"Jake, she is here to babysit so we can go have some fun of our own. Don't let me go unsatisfied," you said, throwing in a pout as your fingers fiddled with one of the buttons of his shirt.

"When have I ever left you unsatisfied?"

"Never, yet. So it would be a shame to break your winning streak, don't you think?"

—

"Baby, why are you stressed again? You were perfectly at ease twenty minutes ago," You said as you adjusted your bra strap and tucked it back under the cap sleeve of your dress.

Jake's hands were tight around the steering wheel, his eyes glued to the road.

"Twenty minutes ago I was balls deep inside of you. That tends to quell my stress, Honey. But my balls are back in my pants now and I have to remember that my mother is the only one protecting our babies at the moment."

Brushing the leftover sand off your knees, you snickered. "Protecting them from what?"

"Anything. Everything!"

You placed a hand atop his on the steering wheel, and the gentle touch encouraged his following deep breath. He released the right side of the wheel to intertwine your fingers, then brought your hand to his lips for a kiss.

"Jake, I know your mother wasn't much of a caregiver when it came to you," you continued, "but she wouldn't let anything happen to our children. After accepting her back into your life, she wouldn't let you down."

His lips parted then closed. They thinned from their tight pressing together before he expelled a long sigh. "Not intentionally…but I know."

With a smile, you pulled his hand into your lap and let your index finger trace along one of the veins showing under his tanned skin. You caught a few tiny rough grains when you made it to his wrist. 

"You're still sandy," you said. 

"Pretty sure my fly is still undone, too."

You chuckled as Jake pulled into the driveway of your home. 

A wave of relief washed over you when you noticed his subtle grin. You were proud of him on your date. He’d set his concerns aside so you could give one another the long-awaited and well-deserved attention you’d both been craving since your son was born. And you’d definitely had your fun. But more than that, despite his anxiety, you'd managed to calm him during your short drive home, which meant he hopefully wouldn’t be charging in head-first on the hunt for his mother's mistakes. With luck, he'd simply thank her, check on his children in their beds, and call it a night.

"Well, zip up mister, so we can go see our babies."

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The house was silent as you walked through the door and kicked off your heels; almost seeming uninhabited if not for the lone light emanating from the living room that was just out of sight. The low glow reflected off the creamy color of your walls, making it easy to find your way down the main corridor. 

“So?” Eliza asked, setting her book aside. “How was your date?”

You didn’t glance behind you when you sensed luck was not on your side. Without a doubt, Jake was scanning the area. For messes? No. His mother was practically pristine. For a droplet of blood or two from a minor injury? Unlikely. Surely you’d be greeted with the sobbing of your children. Nevertheless, you let him look around. If it meant realizing he was proven wrong then it was worth holding back the minor scolding. 

“Great, thank you,” you replied. “Needed.”

“I’m sure.” 

Her eyes flicked over your shoulder to her son, her hands starting to awkwardly fiddle in front of her. 

“Eve isn’t in bed,” Jake finally said. He moved over to the couch where your daughter was passed out on her stomach, a small mark of drool dampening the cushion. Sitting beside her, he brushed her blonde curls back out of her face. 

“Um…no,” Eliza began. “She wanted to wait up for you and since it’s a Friday I figured it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Poor thing said Mama and Daddy always kiss her goodnight. She got that adorable pout on her face and crossed her arms and refused to move from that spot, but she was exhausted. The Little Man is tucked away though. Went down very easy.”

“Well, I appreciate you doing this, Eliza,” you said. “I know there’s a lot of energy to wear out.”

She waved a hand. “I’m always happy to watch my grandbabies.”

A few beats of tension-filled silence passed, you standing across from your mother-in-law while Jake continued to rub Eve’s back. You thanked her once more and she nodded before heading for the door. When her back was to you, you nudged Jake in the shin with the tip of your toe. 

As if expecting it, he looked up at you with an expression that could only be described as mildly irritated with a healthy dose of pleading in his stare, but you didn’t let him off the hook. Your head nodded toward his mother as she reached for her purse. 

Jake sighed and stood. “Mom,” he called. Eliza turned. Her nerves were not so easily concealed. “Thank you. Truly.”

The smile that slowly formed on her face was beautifully genuine. The wideness of her lips and natural narrowing of her eyes from the act deepened the wrinkles in her aged face, but they were hardly noticeable compared to the radiance emitting. 

“Any time, sweetheart,” she said. “Really.” Then she was gone. 

Jake twisted on his heel, eyes meeting yours. “Fine. You were right.”

“Baby,” you chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “I know it’s hard.”

He accepted your hug, pulling you further into him and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You and our babies are the best thing that ever happened to me, Honey,” was a whisper against your skin. “Entrusting someone else with two-thirds of that is like leaving a couple of limbs behind when I walk out the door.”

You understood that feeling all too well. However, relying on others’ help after you’d had Eve without Jake by your side allowed you to adapt much quicker than him. You wouldn’t ever deny the little twist to your gut whenever you were without Jake or your children, but while acknowledging what your husband was experiencing, you learned to be the strong one. For him and the kids. 

Your bodies suddenly began to sway, back and forth to the deep humming of an unrecognizable tune; or what you thought was unrecognizable until the stringing together of a few known notes. The song you danced to the day you were married.

“You’re a sap, Jake Seresin.”

“You knew that when you married me.”

The agreement was on your tongue but a sleep-laced “Daddy” interrupted before the words could pass your lips. Eve was sitting up on the couch, both fists rubbing at her eyes, a yawn contorting the other dainty features of her face. 

When Jake moved out of your arms to lift Eve up in his, her head fell on his chest. Her mouth parted the slightest, her eyes remained closed, and when Jake said “Dance with me and Mama, baby girl,” you knew she was already back asleep. 

He returned to you and snuck the arm not holding Eve to his side back around your waist. You did the same. One around his hip, the other snuggling your daughter even closer. 

“I love you, Honey,” Jake whispered as the three of you continued your gentle swaying. 

“I love you, Jake,” you replied. 

Then the humming resumed to fill the small cocoon of space.

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tags: @wkndwlff @kmc1989 @sagittarius-flowerchild @dempy @oliviah-25 @rosiahills22 @xoxabs88xox @novagreen04 @multifandomlover4life @mayhemmanaged @memeorydotcom @ryiamarie

[chiriwritesstuff]

'Love, Joel'- a 'The Girl in IT' Companion Piece - Pt. 1 - 'The Tornado Watch'

A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU

Chapter Rating: T

Chapter Preview: "Joel?" your voice calls out, followed by a knock on his window. "What the hell are you doing here? The news issued a tornado watch. You shouldn't be here," you say, frowning. Despite your concern, Joel can't help but smile at the sight of you. Your hair is tied into a messy bun on the top of your head, and your oversized sleep shirt falls off one shoulder. If you weren't frowning at him, he swears the mere sight of you would knock him off his feet. His hands itch to reach out to you, pulling you into his truck so he can kiss that frown off of your face, wishing you a good morning. He imagines his fingertips grazing the skin of your bared shoulder, pressing a kiss on your skin as your head tilts in pleasure-

Chapter Warnings and Tags: Strong language, Joel is an idiot who disregards weather warnings, please be smart and shelter if caught in a tornado warning!, no beta we die like men!

Word Count: 2K

A/N: ... and here it is! Part 1 of my 500 Follower Celebration, 'Love, Joel'- a look behind the 10 years of Joel's pining for our favorite girl in IT, Sugar. I thought it would be really fun to see what happened in the span of those 10 years, where Joel worked his ass off trying to feel worthy of our girl! Thank you so much for all of the love and support you all have given me and this little fic of mine, words can't describe just how much it all means to me!

Remember when Sugar asked Joel about the moment he realized he was in love with her and he mentioned something about a Tornado Watch? This is that story.

The National Weather Service in Austin/San Antonio has issued a Tornado Watch for Travis County until 5pm... please do not attempt to leave and find shelter-

"Dad, are you serious?" Sarah's voice echoes through the phone in disbelief. "The entire campus is on lockdown, and I'm stuck in a basement with 50 other panicked girls. Why in the world are you heading to work?"

"The weather lady mentioned it's just a tornado watch, not a warning," Joel defends.

Sarah sighs on the other end of the line. "I really think you should turn around and head back home, you know, like a rational human being."

"Can't do that. The project is already behind, and I can't afford for it to fall even further behind. Plus, I owe Tommy money for all the overtime he's been putting in," Joel explains, a touch of frustration evident in his voice. "I'm already in hot water with the client as it is. You know how it is, baby girl."

"I'm pretty sure this client of yours is sitting comfortably in their own shelter in that big house of theirs. The actual nerve—"

"Sarah, I get it, okay? The moment it escalates to a warning, I'll come down from the roof and join them in that cushy shelter, okay?" Joel reassures, attempting to ease Sarah's concerns.

"Promise?" she asks softly, and Joel envisions the hint of a frown in her voice. "Or else I won't come home over the weekend."

"You're going to come back home this weekend?" Joel's spirits lift, a grin playing on his face as he heads towards the job site.

"Promise me, Dad!"

"Cross my heart," he assures, turning into the driveway. "Need a ride, or you're good to make it back yourself?"

"I think I can handle an hour drive." She replies with a small chuckle. "I don't have a good feeling about this, but be safe, okay? I love you."

"Love you too, baby girl. Go shelter with the other girls now, ok?"

"Ok dad, bye."

"Bye," he says absentmindedly, the phone already disconnected after Sarah hangs up.

Joel turns off the ignition, a deep sigh escaping from his chest. He gazes into the distance, the burden of the tornado watch weighing heavily on him. He should be at home right now, preparing by filling water bottles, checking for enough batteries for lanterns and flashlights, tuning into the television for weather updates, and patiently waiting out the storm.  

Instead, echoes of his client's disappointed voice from yesterday's confrontation linger in Joel's mind, questioning why a 'simple roof repair' is stretching beyond the agreed-upon month.

"I paid you good money and took a chance on you, and you can't even deliver..."

What haunts him more is the image of you in the background, concern etched across your face.

"Dad, you can't blame him for the crappy weather we've been having! Of course, the project would be delayed," you try to reason, awkwardly placing a hand on your father's shoulder in an attempt to soothe his frustration.

"Is it your money that's paying for your mistake?" your father snaps back, shrugging off your hand. "Or do we need to revisit why you thought mounting an antenna on the roof was a brilliant idea? Who do you think you are, concerning yourself in an adult conversation?" he chides, crossing his arms. "Go back inside and help your mother with breakfast!"

Offering Joel a weak smile, you nod, turning back towards the house. Joel smiles back, the sight of your concerned face pulling at his heartstrings. His hands itch to push the errant stray hair away from your face, his hands grazing the softness of your skin spanning across your face-

"Well? What are you doing just standing there?" your father snaps. "Don't you have a roof to fix?"

Just a few more days, Joel. You can do this, he reassures himself. He idles in the car for a bit, observing the darkening grey sky.  At least Sugar should be home, maybe she'll keep me company...

"Joel?" your voice calls out, followed by a knock on his window. "What the hell are you doing here? The news issued a tornado watch. You shouldn't be here," you say, frowning.

Despite your concern, Joel can't help but smile at the sight of you. Your hair is tied into a messy bun on the top of your head, and your oversized sleep shirt falls off one shoulder. If you weren't frowning at him, he swears the mere sight of you would knock him off his feet. His hands itch to reach out to you, pulling you into his truck so he can kiss that frown off of your face, wishing you a good morning. He imagines his fingertips grazing the skin of your bared shoulder, pressing a kiss on your skin as your head tilts in pleasure-

"Hello? Are you even listening to me?" your concerned voice cuts through his reverie, snapping him back to the present. "Go home, Joel. I'm sure Sarah is worried sick-" you bite your lower lip, your lips wobbling a tiny fraction. "-and I don't want you stuck here if things take a turn for the worse," you insist, a hint of worry in your eyes. 

Joel opens his truck door, shaking his head. "No can do, Sugar. You heard your dad yesterday; I need to finish this job and get out of y'all's hair. I've already overstayed my welcome." 

"I don't give a fuck what my father says, he's just being difficult as fucking usual. He's already up in arms fussing around about the watch, i'm pretty sure he's not concerned whether or not you'll show up or not," you say defiantly, frustration flushing your face. "I swear, if you don't go home, I'll force you to shelter with me!"

Well, Joel muses, the corner of his mouth rising in a smirk.  Now that's an idea I wouldn't be opposed to-

"I'm a big boy, Sugar. It's just a tornado watch, no need to worry about little ol me, okay?" he smiles, cupping your cheek.  Fuck, her skin is soft-

you lean into his touch, your eyes closing in resignation.  

"Okay Joel," you whisper, your hand meeting his.  "The moment Nancy over at KXAN mutters anything about a tornado warning, I'm climbing up that fucking ladder myself and dragging your ass to shelter, okay?"

Joel gives your face a small squeeze. "Deal."

A few hours later, as Joel continues on working on the roof over your bedroom, you stick your head out of your window, calling out to him. "Joel? The news said that a lightning storm is going to be rolling in soon. I think it's time you should head out-"

Joel stops hammering a shingle, steadying himself as he peers at you from the roof. "I just have a few more shingles to go-"

Your eyes narrow in irritation. "Joel, no. Get your ass off of the roof this instant!"

"Baby-" he breathes, kicking himself for letting the endearment he calls you in his dreams from leaving his lips. "I can't afford to lose this job, your dad is already pissed as it is-"

Your face contorts into something resembling sadness, and if he focuses on your face hard enough, he swears he sees the tears forming on the corner of your eyes. If it were a different time, in a different place, where Sarah's mother's body replaced yours, he would imagine he wouldn't even be having this conversation, having been forced to brave worse conditions before.

"How am I going to expect to survive if you don't go into work?" she would spit, shaking her head and glaring at him as Sarah wails in her booster seat at the table in the background. "It's bad enough that you basically trapped me, do you need to be here to make sure I stay? What's a little lighting storm gonna do to you, huh Joel? We need to eat!"

"Trapped you?!" he replies angrily, his hands clenching, knuckles white. "I didn't force you to stay, it's not like you're happy to be here!" He motions over to Sarah, his eyes narrowing. "Our daughter is crying out for you and you can't even be assed to comfort her!"

"I don't want to do this right now, just go Joel. You think about your attitude while you work in the storm!" she shouts, harshly grabbing Sarah from her seat and slamming their bedroom door.  

It was her cruelty and selfishness that turned Joel off from dating and finding someone else, the weight of her absence proving to be a heavy burden on him as a single father once their divorce was finalized. Sure, there were women, attractions, and occasional one-night stands, but nothing more than that. Joel could count on one hand just how many women, in the last twenty years, had stayed the night, and to be completely honest with himself, it didn't bother him in the least. He had Sarah to raise and raise right, a wayward, careless brother he had to bail out of jail when he drank just a little too much, and a business to run. He didn't have time for casual, and he didn't have the desire for anything long term. Things were going great, even if his business was barely off of the ground and he was starting to slowly swim into the depths of debt. He didn't need to add anyone else into the equation.

And then you came along.

... with your fucking smile and your bright eyes and the way that you laugh - with your entire body - as he cracks a dad joke so bad he could feel Sarah cringing all the way from her college dorm room. How instead of living your life and being a twenty-something doing something fun with friends, you would rather spend your time with him, sitting on the edge of your windowsil asking him about anything and everything, genuninely interested in what he had to say. How you would bravely climb up his ladder even if you shared that you're afraid of heights to pass him a water bottle, concerned about potential heat stroke. He wasn't used to anyone besides Sarah or Tommy fretting over him, he wasn't prepared to be completely overwhelmed by your sudden presence in his life. He wasn't looking for anyone, and yet-

You took his breath away like a hurricane, and he finds himself ready to be swept away by you and you alone.  

"Joel!" you shout suddenly from below him, your foot already on his ladder as you brace yourself, the tears flowing freely down the slopes of your cheeks. "Please, Joel, just come down! It isn't funny anymore!"

"Sugar! just stay down there, let me just finish, it'll only be five more-"

"NO!" you scream, the sight of your tears making him halt in place. "Stop FUCKING AROUND, JOEL!" you cry, shaking your head in defiance.

Joel drops his hammer and quickly jumps on the ladder, skipping a rung as he hurriedly makes his way to you. "I'm coming baby, just hold on!" he yells as he descends, the need of your body in his arms too strong to deny.  

"You fucking idiot!" you shout, practically barreling into him as his feet touch the ground. His arms instinctively wrap around your shaking form, your small fists beating on his chest as you sob into it, your tears soaking flannel. "What were you thinking, risking your life like that? No one is worth you risking your life for some fucking roof!"

Joel cradles your head as he places a soft kiss on your hair, his hand rubbing your back as he tries to settle you.

"You're wrong, you know" he whispers, his eyes closing as he tightens his hold on you harder. "There is someone risking my life for," he breathes, his mind coming into a realization.

I fucking love you, Sugar, he thinks, biting his tongue from saying it out loud as he loses himself in your embrace, wishing that the moment would never end.  I can die right here and die a happy man, he muses.  Just as long as I get to hold you like this. 

One day, he thinks.  One day I'll be able to tell you this out loud.

[wildesqdreams]

i absolutely LOVE the way you write! hope you’re doing well, and i was wondering if you could do a request of mine with grayson hawthorne, where it’s just him being a jealous bb over his s/o after she was hanging out with some of her friends which included guy friends? thank youuu

red with words

pairing - grayson hawthorne x fem!reader.

summary - even how smart or twisted your words and sentences can be, in the end a hawthorne will leave you speechless.

warnings - angst, but a little, fluff, and grayson might make you blush?

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a/n: sorry, that u had to wait so long!!! i hope this is alright, to be honest, i don't know how grayson would act jealous, so i'm sorry... and no photos this time because i was too lazy to find them, heheheh.

after y/n saw that grayson wasn't in their his bedroom, she went to his office. her footsteps were quiet since it was already midnight as she wandered around the hawthorne house. when she reached the room, she knocked before opening and stepping inside, closing the door.

grayson was sitting at his desk, a bunch of papers in front of him. his eyes raised and looked at the girl in front of him, "i thought you'll be back by 10," he stated before resuming back to his work.

she slowly approached him, "i know, gray, i'm sorry... i should have texted, just everything was going so well and-," she paused as she stood behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders.

to be honest, there wasn't really an explanation.

it was a small catch-up with her friends, that ended up screaming their lungs in the karaoke bar, and she lost track of time. it was meant to be '30 more minutes' but her friend convinced her to stay longer, since she was leaving two days later.

y/n sighed, "i'm just sorry, gray," she leaned down and kissed his cheek.

"it's alright," he reached for a folder and took out another document, "was jack there?"

her eyes followed his hands and scanned the paper that he started signing - something to do with an upcoming charity event, "johnnie, gray. and yes, he gave me a ride back."

"you could have called me."

"i thought you would be asleep," she slightly massaged his shoulders.

he hummed, "if you needed me, i would be there... not to mention justin-"

"johnnie."

grayson continued, "hasn't even finished school. doesn't he have homework to do instead of staying up this late?"

the girl furrowed her eyebrows, as she let out a chuckle, "what does that have to do with anything?"

she felt his shoulders tighten, "nothing, just a weird kid," he continued writing.

a smile tugged on her lips. jealousy. she stepped beside him, her arm around his shoulders lightly, "he's also very handsome and funny and sweet,"

"none of my interest," he mumbled.

"and he's totally not into girls."

y/n let out a laugh, as she saw grayson cheeks tint a little pink before raising his head to the side and looking at her, "you could have told me faster."

"where's the fun in that? besides, it's cute when you're jealous."

"i'm not."

the girl leaned down and pressed a kiss on his lips, "of course not."

grayson responded, his hand going to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair and pulling her closer. it wasn't a desprete or a passionate kiss, more like calm and safe.

here, in the dead of night, y/n felt at ease. it was quiet in the hawthorne house. sometimes it could be intimidating, since the building is old, filled with mysteries and riddles, but grayson... grayson set her heart in peace, made her feel warmth and serene.

the girl pulled away, and he slightly shook his head as he started to put the papers away, "you're impossible," he mumbled.

y/n smiled, as grayson stood up and they started walking out of the room, "but you love me."

when she didn't hear a reply, the girl looked at her boyfriend offended, "damm, you telling me i was wrong?"

silence.

slight goosebumps appeared on the back of her neck, when a moment later, she felt his breath near her ear, "i love you more than words can express."

the couple approached their bedroom. no words said after his comment.

grayson opened the door, a little smirk visible on his face, when he saw the girl walk in with red cheeks.

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[pretending-ican-write]

Cowboy Up - Pt.11

A/N: Hey guys just letting you know what the situation in terms of updates going forwards. I am making no guarantees as to updates from now until June because I am at the end of my final year of uni and gonna be v busy with assignments. This won't be going anywhere though and I will have plenty time in the summer to work on it.

As always feel free to send in any requests for this pairing, I likely won't get round to them for a few months but know that I see them and I love you all for engaging with this story which is now nearly 15,000 words! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

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Once all the morning jobs had been seen to, everyone had congregated in the corral for some fun roping the dummy on the back of the quad.  They’d invited hands from a neighbouring ranch for a bit of friendly competition, although it stopped being friendly the moment bets had started flying.  Most of the hands were betting on themselves, obviously confident in their own abilities, but a few from the Yellowstone had put money on y/n who had partnered with the other ranch’s female hand, despite the shouts of ‘traitor’ coming from her co-workers.  The only response she’d dignified them with was a middle finger and a guarantee to wipe the floor with them all.  Ryan and Lloyd had just had their turn when she lined up to take their shot.

Y/n exchanged a look with the other hand, getting a determined nod in return before she looked at Ethan on the quad and gave him the signal.  The quad didn’t go as fast as a steer so the horses could comfortably lope after it as opposed to going flat out like they normally would.  Their horses followed it easily and she held steady as the other hand swung her rope over the horns quickly off the mark.  Once the horns were done, y/n took her turn swinging the loose rope over head before aiming it at the back legs and hitting her mark.  As soon as the loop had tightened, she shifted her weight in the saddle back to which Comanche responded instantly by sliding to a halt in the sand.

Cheers came up from the onlookers at their speed, Rip turning to rib those who’d just gone, “y’all just got beat by some women.”

Lloyd turned to Ryan, “you rope like shit.”

“You’re the one that missed!” He defended

Rip rode up to them, “y’all rope like shit.  I’m gonna take those women with me today and y’all can just go fucking pack it in.”

Y/n loped down the arena to stop in front of them, “you should really learn to never bet against me.  Jake and Colby made smart choices, I expect my share of your winnings boys!”

“Ladies think you can go two for two?” Rip asked to which they both nodded, “get your ass in there let’s go.”

They watched as the girls reset and ran behind the quad to catch the plastic steer again with practised ease.  Lloyd rolled his eyes at the ever present fond look Ryan had in his eyes whenever he watched his girlfriend.  At this point everyone in the bunkhouse had figured out they were together, it was just a matter of time until Rip worked it out and he did not envy Ryan when that happened.  The foreman’s approval likely meant more to her than any of her family’s did (except maybe what Lee had given her with his gentle teasing in the trailer).  Next to him said foreman was looking at the girl with a similarly affectionate smile.

“You’re a soft touch when it comes to her aren’t you,” Lloyd said to him.

He kept his eyes trained ahead, “I don’t know what you’re suggestin’ Lloyd.”

“Bulllshit.  I know you put this together today so her mind wasn’t stuck on her mom all day,” he pointed out.

Rip chuckled, “don’t act like you ain’t the softest on her.”

-/-/-

For the first time in a while, y/n had denied joining the hands in the bunkhouse and instead chose to have dinner in the main house.  Part of her had hoped that her family might be able to have one normal dinner on the anniversary of their mother’s death but she should have remembered that the Dutton’s were never capable of normal, especially when it came to the dinner table.  When she’d reached the house, the living room was full of men in suits surrounding Beth and her father, clearly some political play that she’d made clear not to involve her in.  Jamie was sulking on the porch listening to the chatter so she decided to ignore him, in no mood to deal with her older brother acting like a child.

Instead she sought out Gator for dinner, which he was happy to accommodate considering she’d brushed off pancakes that morning, before having a shower and settling on the opposite side of the porch to Jamie where the talking didn’t reach her ears.  As she listened to the noises of the mountains surrounding her and the comforting whickers from the horses, she indulged in the only alcohol she ever did.  One beer, on the evening of the anniversary of her mother’s death.  Evelyn’s favourite beer.  It wasn’t even something she particularly liked the taste of but it made her feel a little bit connected to her mom as she imagined all the gossip they might have been exchanging if the horse never crushed her.  Y/n refused to believe John would have done what he did to Kayce if their mom had been around to talk sense into him.

“I thought you didn’t drink sweetheart,” a familiar voice came out of the darkness to interrupt her ‘what ifs’.

Y/n opened her eyes to see her boyfriend in front of her, “just the one for mom each year.  Ain’t even that good but it's hers.”

She watched as he came across the grass in front of the porch to lean on the railing in front of her.  Ryan tipped his hat at her teasingly which made y/n giggle.

“What’s got you so close to the house cowboy?  Aren’t they missing you in poker,” she joked.

He stuck his tongue out at her, “you ain’t much better at it than me sweetheart.  Something told me I shouldn’t let you be alone tonight.”

“The house is full of fools tryna get into bed with my father and Jamie’s out here somewhere sulking like a child!” Y/n said the last bit louder in hopes that her brother would get the message and go inside.

Ryan laughed at her lack of subtlety, “Jamie can stay out here for all I care.  If everyone in the house is busy suckin’ dick I doubt they’ll notice us sneaking up to your room.”

“Ry are you suggesting I sneak my boyfriend up to my bedroom like a teenager,” she giggled.

He smirked, “well you did say you never got to sneak around when you were a teenager it seemed only fair that I give you the chance to do it now.  We’ll both be at the barn in the morning before anyone here is even considering waking up.  You know you want to say yes sweetheart.”

“You make a convincing argument.  Come on then cowboy.”

Ryan climbed over the porch railing to take the hand y/n was offering before letting her lead him into the house.  He made a joke about it being the first time he’d be going through the front door which prompted his girlfriend to elbow him in the ribs.  When they entered, she closed the door as quietly as the wood would allow before gesturing for Ryan to take his boots off.  Jamie must have heard his sister because he’d moved his sulking to the kitchen where he was sat at the counter burning a hole into his laptop screen.  Y/n turned, putting her finger to her lips, before darting past the kitchen entryway and to the stairs.  Both of them made it up to her bedroom, making sure the door was shut before bursting into laughter.  Y/n felt lighter than she had all day, the weight of the day finally off her shoulders.

She swiped the hat off of his head, putting it on her damp hair with a smirk.  Ryan watched her carefully as she moved around the room to put her boots away.  When she turned back around he was still by the door, leant against the wall with his arms crossed, eyes trained on his hat still on her head.

“You know what you’re doing there sweetheart?” He asked.

Y/n shrugged, “you askin’ if I know the cowboy hat rule, Ry?”

“Do you?” He pushed off the wall to stand in front of her and placed his hands on her hips gently.

She slid her hands up to rest on his shoulders, “I been around buckle bunnies since I was 15 Ry, course I know the cowboy hat rule.”

-/-/-

The next morning, y/n was awoken to the loud noise of her alarm blaring from her bedside table.  When she tried to turn it off she found herself too far away to reach her phone.  Pulling herself further into consciousness, y/n became aware of an arm around her waist and the feeling of Ryan’s lips against her shoulder.

“That’s so fuckin’ loud,” he complained.

She laughed as he let her go to turn the alarm off, “how else do you expect me to wake up before the sun rises?”

“Can’t remember the last time I used an alarm, normally just get woken up by the others getting up,” he explained.

They stayed wrapped up in the warmth of the bed for a few minutes before forcing themselves out of the comfort to get ready for work.  Ryan watched as his girlfriend got dressed before putting her hat on his head, not his this time, and followed her down the stairs.  Y/n slipped into the kitchen to get two apples, brushing off Gator’s questioning as to why she was taking more than one.  After grabbing her jacket from the peg, they walked down the drive to the barn in comfortable silence.

Y/n stopped part way there when she saw the cattle trucks and her dad stood outside, “shit he should still be asleep.”

“Don’t stress I’ll go round the corral and go in the back to the bunkhouse,” Ryan reassured her, dropping a kiss to her cheek, “in a bit sweetheart.”

She watched him go with a smile before taking a breath and steeling herself to speak to John without caffeine.

“Fell asleep in a stall?” She greeted him outside the barn, noting the shavings stuck to the back of his jacket.

John looked over at his daughter, “what you doing down here so early?  The hands won’t be out for a bit.”

“I’ll go get Comanche and ride up to meet these at the pasture,” Lucy tactfully ignored her dad’s question, “tell Rip to bring me coffee when they come up.”

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[sissy-xo-ix]

Well, I ended up writing two parts! So here ya go, parts 2 and 3!

Part 2: da rulez

Everything last night was a blur. Allan wasn’t even sure it was real until he opened his eyes and confirmed he was still in the exact position he remembered. He was thickly diapered in a blue and white sailor suit onesie. He had a pacifier in his mouth with a gag wrapped around the rest of his head. He had booties with small spikes in them preventing him from walking, and large padded mitts on his hands that prevented him from grabbing a single thing. He was entirely reliant on Brit, now “Mommy.”

After he had agreed to her request she had smiled and squealed in joy, and immediately rewarded him for being such a “good little boy.” She had started rubbing his diaper slow, just enough to get him into it. As she quickened, his hips began to thrust up and down. It took a few minutes but he got his release, and it felt wonderful.

“Behave,” Mommy said, “and I will have plenty more of this for you. I even have some, uh, items, that you may like.” She flashed a grin.

After his release, she pulled out a bottle and filled it with water. She removed his pacifier gag and handed him the bottle.

“I want you to drink this as I cover a few more of the rules. No talking, from you anyways. I want you to be a good boy and listen quietly. You can ask a few questions when you’re done with your bottle. Okay sweetie?”

Allan nodded his head okay. After the fun he just had at the hands of this beautiful woman, he’d do anything. She had been smart, he really was putty in her hands.

“Okay my sweet baby. Let’s set a few ground rules.

Number one: you are not allowed to take your diaper off for any reason. Only Mommy can do that. Eventually some of Mommy’s friends might be able to, but we will ease into that. Which brings me to number two!

You will be seen like this by other people. You will not complain, throw a fit, and you will not be able to hide. Don’t worry, like I said before we will ease you into it. I know things can be scary but that’s part of being Mommy’s adorable little baby!.”

At the news of being seen by other’s, Allan paused his sucking. He had to admit, this was hot, and he loved the attention from her. But he didn’t want others to see him like this.

Brit noticed the pause and gently reminded him, “keep drinking sweetie. If you don’t finish your bottle by the time I’m done, there may be a small punishment.” At that, Allan remembered her comment earlier that she had some ‘unique’ punishments thought up. He didn’t really want to learn what those were right now, so he started to drink again.

“There’s a good boy! Hm. I may not have to punish you too much if you listen this well. Shall we continue?

Rule number three. If it wasn’t obvious, you have to use your diapers now. The potty is off-limits. Since you’ll be quitting your job and moving in with me after this trip, you won’t have to worry about your coworkers. I will let you still use the potty for #2’s only, and I may let you use the potty for tinkles on certain special occasions, but those will be rare and ONLY when I say, okay? Good.

Next. You will call me Mommy when we are not in public. I am your girlfriend, but I am also Mommy.

Lastly, Mommy makes all the decisions, all the time. Mommy will ALWAYS do what’s best for you, and I will always try to include you, but if I make a decision without you it’s just because I know what’s best for my little baby. This includes feeding, how you dress, where you go, what you do, everything.” As she did that she started to coo and threw in some baby talk. Allan blushed as Brit, ‘Mommy’, giggled.

“Now baby, it’s late and I think we both need our rest. You do still need to finish your job before you become my full time baby! Lets turn in for the night and cuddle. We can talk more tomorrow.”

Part 3: let the anticipation begin.

The day after they met, Brit left to go get her home ready. She left Allan with a few diapers and expected him to put one on each evening before bed, and send her a picture as proof. Once he finished with his trip, he was to travel home and get ready to move. Since he was going to be her baby, he could sell most of his things. Brit wanted all that money to go into a special “good baby” account that they’d use together to celebrate him being a good baby. He still had to wait two more weeks for her to come get him. She was flying all the way out to him, and they would road trip back across the country to her, and his, home. As he posted stuff on Craigslist, it slowly left his home until the only things he had left were his clothes, his car, and a few collectibles and keepsakes that Mommg had let him keep. Tomorrow would be the day. Mommy would be here in the afternoon, and they’d head out that night, getting hotels along the way. He hadn’t had a ‘release’ since she had given him one, and him not wanting to upset her had not given himself one, as badly as he wanted to. The more and more he thought about his future with this gorgeous Mommy, the more pent up he got. He wondered if she’d even find out if he had. Maybe he could give himself a release, just tonight. She’d never know.

So that’s what he did, only it leaked and stained his underwear. So he threw them out. With that, he went to bed, and dreamt of being Mommy’s little baby, the dream that would become a reality…

[letterex-fyofm]

analysing tskym using laufey's songs pt.1 - Magnolia

Magnolia, she could have anyone in the world Floats around town in a golden gown Born in a castle on a cloud

It's kind of late in my time zone, so this will be a short one!

It was very obvious - even before this panel - that Tadashi admired Tsukki. On their first meeting, Tadashi witnessed how Tsukki was capable of saying whatever he wanted in front of the bullies who had tormented Tadashi. He called them lame, without any hint of fear. It was three versus one, yet Kei didn't hesitate to speak his mind.

Magnolia, prettiest girl that I know Stars in her eyes, handpicked from the skies Beautiful soul

And even after they discovered that Akiteru wasn't Karasuno's ace, Yamaguchi still admired Tsukki. It really shows how, despite Tsukki himself putting all his worth and his brother's on the supposed position Akiteru occupied in Karasuno, Tadashi thought Tsukki's coolness went far beyond that.

It's on the way he talks, and walks and stands. Yamaguchi wanted to be someone like that. And he oh so admired Tsukki - but he also envied him. Deeply.

How can I compete with her? Perfection is the only word I think of when I think of Magnolia

It's very possible that Yamaguchi has insecurities about his appearance. After all that bullying he endured as a kid, it wouldn't really be a surprise for anyone. Tsukki canonically is popular with girls, he receives tons of valentines letters, you get the gist. I don't think Yamaguchi is unpopular, but he definitely doesn't have the same popularity than his best friend.

Even if Tsukki is much more introverted, closed off - he still does better than him. Again, without even really trying.

And Yamaguchi gets it. Really, he gets it. Because he admires and thinks Tsukki is so cool exactly for those reasons. It wouldn't make sense if he got upset because others see the same he sees in Tsukki.

...but, still.

Magnolia, she can move oceans and rivers with ease A word from her lips, her sirens kiss Will send you straight into abyss

A major part of Yamaguchi's character is that he, unlike Hinata, Kageyama, unlike Tsukishima - he doesn't have that same...talent? Innate hability? Whatever it is, he doesn't have it at the start. Kageyama has been training his whole life. Hinata has been diligent for years and for that he has an amazing physique. Tsukki? He has the height and a great game sense.

Despite how much he would like to, Tadashi doesn't have that.

Magnolia, I wish she'd give her secrets away Enchants everyone and I think it'd be fun To be like her someday

And if he doesn't have that, well, it seems that there is no other way out of that other than working hard, right?

That is what makes Tadashi such a great character for me. People often say he is the most realistic, but I honestly think that characters like Tsukki are. Because Tadashi and Tsukki are different sides of the same coin. They both feel inferior. But the way Yamaguchi handles it is much more mature and freaking cool than Tsukki's.

Tsukki gave up. Tadashi didn't. Despite the great disadvantage he had, Tadashi didn't quit. Because he wants to be proud of himself.

And Tsukki...Kei has everything that Tadashi would like to have. He is cool, he is tall, he is hard skinned, he speaks his mind. And yet...and yet...

I do think that, despite how much he loved him, Tadashi had to be resentful of Kei at least for a moment. But not because of envy or jealousy, because Tadashi is the type of person that will work for what he wants.

It's because Tsukki doesn't try - and what used to be such a cool thing becomes lame. Because Tadashi knows that, deep down, Tsukki would like to be better.

That is what is so annoying. That is what is so frustrating. Because Tadashi would like to have those things but guess what? He does not. And who gives a damn? He'll just work and bust his ass until he gets them. That's it.

But Kei has everything, the smarts, the height, the passion...but he stops himself before he gets too carried away.

However, Tadashi trusts Tsukki will make it. It is evident by this panel how much Tadashi knows Tsukki will make it.

...

If anyone were to write tskym angst, I think this way would be great. Imagine being resentful to the person you love?

There's also one part of me that is sure that Tsukki also resented Tadashi simultaneously. I wrote a bit about that in one of my past posts, but I'll explain it better in the next one.

Thanks for reading!

[axailslink]

hey darling

Could you please write us a Shuri x reader my idea would be

There was a big festival in Wakanda everyone was there and when I say everyone then everyone shuri and the reader know each other since childhood but i mean she is the princess she probably doesn't remember the reader anymore but leser still has a crush on her The reader and his friends dance on stage in beautiful costumes When the reader takes a break backstage, Shuri suddenly comes and wants to talk to her (maybe for a date <3)

And love your storys <3

Festival Feels

Shuri Udaku x FEM reader

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: You and Shuri are childhood friends who drifted apart with Shuri's new found responsibilities but she hasn't seen you since you both were kids now you both are grown...feelings are revealed dates are planned

The festival of stories is its name it's a festival in which you celebrate your protectors the black panther, the Dora Milaje and the tribes. Out of respect everyone comes each year. Although it seems like an obligation it's really all just good fun, food and laughs which is why you always decided to help every year. This year you have a bigger role though you're one of the performance dancers so you're currently struggling to get into your tights. It would maybe help if you weren't also trying to stare at Shuri the princess of your lovely nation but to you she's "Shuri the smart ass" the beautiful and bold Shuri who's also quite the smartass. Eventually you get into your tights and put the rest of your outfit on thankfully just in time because you're yanked up "ah foo!? What's wrong with you?" You snatch your arm from one of your dance mates "It's time we can't mess up this year Shuri came" you nod and get up following her leaving your shoes behind because you didn't need them for the performance.

Your performance is amazing your body moves with ease and you don't forget to smile as you dance and watch the crowd you notice Shuri catches your attention a few times just looking as beautiful as ever. Every time you glance at her she's watching you with intent but she's smiling and yelling while hyping you and the other dancers up. You have to be imagining this but you're sure she's watching you more than any other dancer which is true. Her eyes don't leave you throughout the whole dance. If you are being honest this makes you nervous her stare is so intense. It's making you warm in too many places if you do say so yourself.

When you're finally finished dancing you might as well run off stage to go take your seat back stage you couldn't stand to be on stage anymore. Her stare was demanding and wanting it was kind of attractive. The way she can pull you to her with only a look that's power and you've always respected power. You put your head down just breathe for a moment your heart is racing and your face is warm. Are you blushing? People of color don't blush do they? You're thoughts are interrupted when you feel a hand on your shoulder it's one of the other performers "uthando (love) are you alright?" You nod quickly it's not all too believable because of your current state you're bent over your desk breathing hard and you're so warm she can possibly see the heat radiating off of you. "Oh I'm fine" she nods and smiles "you did amazing we're going to go see the Dora Milaje you coming?" You shake your head no "I think I'll stay here I'm a bit all over the place currently" she sighs and rubs your shoulder before leaving. Leaving you with your racing thoughts what if the whole time she was looking at a dancer next to me? No she was definitely looking at me... Why though? Maybe she recognizes me and remembers me. That's sounds stupid if I recognized someone I wouldn't be eyeing them down as if I want them for dinner. Oh oh shit maybe she was eyeing you down for that exact reason. Your thoughts are once again interrupted when you feel a strong hand on your shoulder assuming it's the performer again you mumble "I said I was fine" but the voice completely catches you off guard it's soft like satin so easy to listen to "well I know you're fine" you turn your head so fast whiplash catches you you don't catch whiplash. "Princess" you sign your arms into a cross and she does the same "we're old friends you don't have to do that or call me princess." You nod as you realize that she's so much taller than you while she's standing so you awkwardly and slowly stand because if you were to stay down there her stare would eat you alive. She has such an intimidating stare but good Lord it's not doing it's job it's only making you hot.

Although her stare is deadly she's smiling warmly at you "you were amazing. You really showed how well...the Dora Milaje...uhm" she keeps pausing that's always a dead give away has been since she was a child she's nervous. You of course use this to your advantage "you're nervous do I make you nervous?" She smiles and chuckles a bit "is it that obvious?" You nod "you forget pri- Shuri we used to be close friends I know all your tells and how your mother caught you kissing your first girlfriend at a family function." She shushes you and laughs "you promised you'd take that to the grave!" Her laugh is like music to your ears you haven't heard it in so long but you could listen to it all day.

Her laughing ceases but the smile only widens "I didn't come back here to talk about old memories" and the nerves return to her and to you. You're gently tapping your bare for against the cool grass "then what did you come back here to talk about?" She smiles as she sees a smile slowly peaks into your face it's hard to notice but it's definitely there "we're adults now and mother wouldn't have anything to say as long as it's not at a family function." You laugh missing the point of her words until you slowly rethink them "are you asking me out Shuri Udaku of Wakanda?" She shrugs "if you're saying yes I am" you turn around and place your hand over your heart just to take a breather to calm yourself down. When you turn back around you don't hesitate as you grab her jaw and bring her down to your height to kiss her firmly but softly her hands roam as her body pushes you into the makeup table. "Shuri we shouldn't get too carried away" she smiles and kisses your neck "we won't."

"I think you already have get off my make up table girl yintoni engalunganga kuni nonke (what is wrong with you all) Bast's sake" you gently hop down and shake your head. "Sorry mother" Shuri's response makes you smile but queen mother looks at you both and shakes her head "go find a room if people see this it will be all they can talk about how indecent the princess is with her lovers" you turn your head "lovers?" She shakes her head no "no absolutely not mother is trying to be funny not lovers plural lover singular." You roll your eyes and look her up and down "right."

You two slowly walk past queen mother Shuri is nervous while you can't stop laughing "you're mother has been a cock block since we were teens" she finally laughs letting her nerves settle "well we're adults she can lecture us about indecency later" she kisses you and you smile into the kiss not caring who sees. "We should enjoy the festival first." You nod but you don't move away. "You're a heartbreaker you know that?" She cocks her head "when have I ever broken your heart?" You look at the ring she gave you when you were still but girls you never took it off even though now it only fits on your pinkie finger. "When you fake married me and left you should have married me for real" she laughs and kisses your cheek "give me a year tops trust I'll be looking for the right ring." Her hands intertwine with yours and you smile to yourself I hope the right ring is the one her mother owns.

[arcane-apathy]

~Protective~

The Prize of War Masterlist 

AN: A little while ago I had someone mention in an ask that they’d love to see something from Kurakh’s perspective. I originally brushed it off, but I got a rush of inspiration to write a short piece. And because this month is so busy for me, I’ve barely had time to make any progress on upcoming chapters. Hopefully this will tide y’all over until I can actually update. While today may be my birthday, this is my little present to y’all. Thank y’all for your support, and I hope you’ll enjoy! 

Warning(s): Swearing, Suggestive Language, Angry Kurakh (he deserves his own warning)

 A week has passed since the first snow. And whilst beautiful, the cold was a shock to many in the horde. It was becoming more of a struggle to leave the warmth of the furs in the morning. Kurakh didn't know how Odmili did it with ease each morning. Their usual rolls have switched, with her getting up first to put wood into the fireplace before getting ready for the day. Her routine never changed. Starting with her boots, then brushing the knots from her hair before braiding it and hiding it beneath the cap. 

  Kurakh hated that cap. While it had its purpose, it hid the maid’s best feature. Much like her entire outfit. Designed to hide the personality of the wearer, to diminish their importance despite the skills they possess. The sleeves are long, neckline high, hemline to the ankles, and baggy. Everything she wore was rough to the touch. Purely utilitarian. And she deserved better, even if she thought she didn’t. But despite the habit’s best efforts, Kurakh couldn’t ignore the maid’s beauty. To the point that he struggled with daily tasks. 

  “You’re not even cutting any wood, you’re just staring,” Eteos grumbles beside him. 

  “Sorry, just got distracted,” he turns away from her just as she looks at him. Schelura laughed alongside her as they got water from the well across the camp. 

  “Tends to be happening more and more buddy,” the centaur smirks as he splits another log. “When’s the wedding?” 

  “Be quiet,” he huffs while putting the split pieces in the cart. 

  “You’re being a big baby. She obviously likes you back.” 

  “You don’t know that.” 

  “We offered her a room to herself, she refused. Marvi offered to help her make a second bed pad, but she refused. I tried to rescue her and she jumped off my back. She likes you!” 

  “I don’t want to rush her…” 

  “Well you better get a move on before someone else does. I’ve got too many horny, single men in this camp. Who would love nothing more than to be up her skirt.” Kurakh frowned and split a log, trying to ignore it. “Speaking of, here comes one now… Hello Fergal, how’s the leg?” 

  Kurakh could see the Tiefling out of the corner of his good eye as he chopped, “hello Commander, Warchief.” Nodding to each of them respectively, “it’s fine, just sore, not as bad as the first two days.” 

  “That’s good. Why don’t you make yourself a little useful and stack the wood neatly in the cart? There’s not much to catch up on, since someone here is distracted,” Eteos teases. 

  “I’m sure the Warchief has a lot on his mind,” Fergal smiles and begins to straighten the contents of the cart. Kurakh rolls his eyes before chopping more wood. The silence quickly ruined, “Warchief may I ask you something?” 

  Kurakh sighs, “go ahead.” 

  “What is the Maid of Eia like?” 

  “Why do you want to know?” 

  “I’ve lived in Evor all of my life, the clergy of any deity is mysterious to the common folk. We only see them on holidays, major life events, or when dying… She’s also very pretty.” 

  Eteos watches Kurakh carefully, the orc standing at his full height. “She is an honorable woman with many skills, and a great addition to the horde. The rest of my people would agree.” 

  “She’s nice,” the Tiefling smiles. “Although she’s got quite the mouth on her, I think I can find a better use for it. I know she’s smart and all, but those maids take vows of chastity… I’d be happy to teach her a few things. Not like I’ve done it before, maids are always fun to break in.” 

Kurakh grips his axe tighter, “you’ve done it before?” 

  “Several times, not just Maids of Eia. But they tend to be the most fun, considering they know how everything works down there.” Eteos watches as Kurakh places his axe on the ground, taking a step towards Fergal as his back is turned. “And getting to see what’s under that habit is the best part. They always seem more shapely than the habit lets on. I’m sure she has fat ass underneath that blue mess of fabric.” Fergal turns around, freezing as he realizes how close Kurakh was. 

  “I’m only going to say this one time, and you will not have a smartass response. I can still reach my axe and you can’t run that well. The Maid of Eia is not a trophy for you to win or a shiny new toy for you to play with. And you will never speak of her in such a way ever again. You will only speak to her only on matters of your health. Do you understand me? 

  “Yes sir.” 

  Kurakh leans in just a tad bit closer, his voice quieter yet just as stern as before. “And don’t even think that you can be sneaky about it either. I’m the one she shares a bed with, and I’m the one who holds her at night. I will find out. One step out of line and I will feed you to my warg, alive. Have I made my intentions clear?” 

  “Y-Yes Warchief.” 

  “Good, now go find someone else you annoy,” Kurakh steps away from him. Just enough for him to move away from the cart. The injured Tiefling limps away with his tail between his legs. The few bystanders quickly acted like they weren’t listening to every word. “So you sort wood while I chop,” the orc lifts his axe with a sigh.  

  Eteos rolls his eyes, “feeding him to your warg? A bit much, isn’t it?.” 

  “Not when it concerns her.”

[digitalprophetsworld]

Hiii!! I made a couple few new headcanon I made up for legacy and it's quite short actually.

• He would bed rot. (I mean, technically speaking he is already doing that if we're counting him being on his chair.)

• He's left handed (only came up with this idea cause I see that his brothers are right handed, but in some drawing we made out of him, I noticed how the hand he uses to hold his baton and came to the conclusion that he uses his left hand in my head. Not to say that it's bad or anything, I find it unique in my perspective.)

• They also had him patrol the prisoners cells and check up on every inmate just to make him do more around the job. Although his laziness is against it, maybe a small little walk and checking up on inmate will at least entertain him. Especially since he can kinda view the prisoners as animals in the zoo (not to say he doesn't view them as people. Just watching them sit there and do whatever they do in there just remind him of that.) He would mess around and poke fun at them since they're behind bars. (Maybe karma will get back at him once they break loose and beat him up for messing w them behind bars)

• Not a headcanon or anything, but ngl when I say that I did try out Bibi in game so I can imagine how legacy would work in game. (She uses a bat and I thought it would be the closest I can get to playing as legacy. I remember seeing a very old screenshot where they categorize Bibi as "batter" and someone wondered if they'll get another melee brawler who uses the same batting mechanic but never did. She put her in the tank section later on. I could be wrong cause it was such a long time ago and I wasn't really there when they labeled her as a batter.)

• I could be wrong about this, but I saw this pic below and somehow got me thinking that Legacy would be like this in a way. (Kinda not really, I could be a bit far off w this.)

MORE HEADCANNONS TO CONSIDER YAYYYY

Honestly, he *does* technically bed rot but in chair form. He physically can't stand up from it sometimes. It's such a familiar feeling that he doesn't feel much of a need to stand as a result unless forced to do work

Also, I love this hand hc because it gives me a chance to say he is ambidextrous !!! He just doesn't really know so—he just switches hands if one feels off that day. Though he is a bit stronger on his left

Tbh the thought of him patrolling some inmates is funny as fuck. At first, he doesn't gaf about the people in the cells, but over time, he does find a form of entertainment seeing what everyone does in their day to day lives in the cells. He'd definitely talk some shit and get his ass beat as a result LMAOAOAO

I wouldn't say he's overly smart, but he does have some knowledge! In past posts, he's been able to do paperwork with ease—and can be quite serious if need be. He can put a damn good fight

[gemini-sensei]

(Fem!chubby!reader) (small cw for bullying/unnecessary petty bullshit lol) (unedited)

Just thinking about Eli and his gf and their twins just having an outing. The twins are in their double stroller wearing their sun hats and sunglasses and little sandals. They're kicking and laughing, watching everything go by. Maybe a dog and their owner come up because the puppy was curious about the tiny humans. The puppy makes the babies giggle and squeal and they get to pet a puppy for the first time.

All is well when they get to their destination, the little park not far from their house. There's kids playing and running around. Eli and Reader take the twins to the swings and pushes them, Eli goes down the big slide with them on his lap, and they let the kids explore the playground on their own. Reader is left alone with the twins as Eli steps away to answer a phone call, and it isn't too long after that does something go array.

The twins are playing in the grass, far more interested in digging their fingers in the dirt than the playground equipment, and another toddler comes over to join them. Before they can even sit down with the twins, their mother shouts and snatches them up, telling them they can't play like that. "You'll get all dirty and I'll have to take you home and give you a bath. Only bad children play in the dirty."

Reader overhears this and hears the sneering disapproval in the other mother's voice. She gets defensive and marches up to the mother, waiting for her child to run off before she engages. "Hey, I don't appreciate you bad mouthing my kids just to make yourself feel better. If you have something to say, say it to my face."

"So they're both yours? Well, I'm sorry. It's just I would never let my children roll around and play in the dirt like animals." She eyes Reader up. "Then again, I see where they get their extra chub from. You all look like little piggies."

"You did not just call my babies pigs."

When Eli comes back over, he finds his wife tearing into the other woman and his heart skips a beat. He hasn't seen her get so mean and defensive since they were in high school, sticking up for him when he hadn't been able to do it himself. As she defends her family, the twins - as well as many other spectators, are watching in awe. She's in total mama bear mode, telling the woman to keep her rude, snobbish, small minded comments to herself because she's not smart and rather unoriginal in her insults.

"You've got to be the stupidest, most brainless person iver ever met, thinking you're so great for calling literal babies fat. Insulting my kids isn't going to get you anywhere in life. I mean come on, you're at a playground making fun of me and my kids! How much lower can you get? Or did you never age out of the school yard bully archetype and this is where you feel most at home? Grow up! And suck a lemon for all I care!"

Reader promptly picks up her babies, holding them close as she glares att he woman. She doesn't care that they're rubbing dirt and grass onto her clothes as they hold onto her, in fact she wants them too. She wants that lady to see how dirty their curious little hands are, wants it to eat away at her since it bothers her so much.

"Come on, Eli, let's go," she says as she passes him and he follows her like a starstruck super fan. He's just in awe, like he's fallen in love all over again. She hardly notices this, though, still fuming as she puts the twins in their stroller and they're just smiling up at her.

They're not able to understand what just happened or why. All they know is that their mama is amazing and they love her and whatever that other lady was doing was wrong.

Reader pouts at their cute little faces, their round cheeks and tubby bellies. "So what if you're a little chubby? There's nothing wrong with that."

Eli checks back in when he hears his wife's downtrodden and sad tone. He hugs her from behind when she stands up and she jumps a bit, but he eases her troubles with a kiss on the cheek. "Nothing wrong at all. They're perfect, just like you."

She smiles, leaning into his warmth and reassurance. "Thanks, babe."

He kisses her sweetly before they start walking home. It's on the way there that he tells her, "You know, you're really hot when you're angry."

It makes her laugh and the twins giggle too, and that's all he wants for them in that moment.

[invisibleraven]

Oh no, she's hot

Reggie x Kayla x Julie (did we say that was Royal Purple?)

When Julie entered the LBGT Alliance at UCLA she never expected to find love. She had expected finding people who had similar life experiences, doing outreach, planning Pride events, and offering peer counselling when they could.

She never expected Reggie.

Reggie who was a year older and was openly bi, but confessed he'd only figured it out in the last year, so a few of his awful relatives teased him about going through a 'college phase'. Reggie who had a few dates with guys and girls, but confessed he was honestly looking for someone to connect with. Who was quiet about his family, but loud about his band. Who flirted with ease but no seriousness, just loving to make people blush and scoff at his over the top lines.

Reggie who Julie found herself falling for every meeting.

Then, to make matters worse, he came in one day, glowing and going on and on about his date the night before with Kayla. She was a dance major, openly queer, and apparently made brownies to die for.

"She has class right now, but if things keep going well, I'll bring her to the mixer next week," Reggie promised, blushing and grinning when the other members slapped his back and teased him about how smitten he already appeared.

Julie tried to be happy for him, really she did. Reggie was a great guy; he was sweet, talented, smart (Julie was relying on him to get her through entry level Calculus honestly), and he deserved to find someone who made him light up like Kayla did.

But she was also a little jealous, a little heartbroken, and resolved to either not go to the mixer or to get spectacularly drunk at it and throw herself at the first cute girl she saw.

The next Friday night, Julie decided, fuck it, she was putting on her favourite rainbow crop top and going to the mixer, broken heart be damned. She got herself a cheap drink, and started grooving on the floor of the bar the Alliance had rented out for the night.

She danced with Lilly, the adorable nonbinary person from her English class, twirled around with Mac, who was in his drag queen persona and looked fierce as fuck, and even did a turn or two with Justine who had been eyeing her since the fall but Julie had never given much thought to other than thinking she was super nice.

But then she saw Reggie walk in with a girl on his arm.

"Oh no, she's hot," Julie moaned. "Of course she's hot."

Kayla was indeed hot in her purple pastel wig, her shiny holo mini dress and mega watt smile. Reggie was looking at her like a man besotted, and Julie wondered if she could sneak off to the bar for another drink before he spotted her.

"Julie!"

No such luck. She plastered a smile on her face instead. "Reggie!" she pulled him into a half hug. "Looking good as always."

"Not as good as you darlin'," he said, her blush rivalling his own. "This is Kayla."

"So you're the infamous Julie," Kayla smirked. "I swear this one won't shut up about you. Good thing I'm not the jealous type."

"You're poly, isn't that the antithesis of being jealous?" Reggie asked.

"Not always," Julie corrected. "I'm no stranger to the open relationship myself but I still get jealous all the time."

"Well Miss Molina, you wanna dance?" Kayla asked. "I would love to talk to someone who really gets it." She pointed at Reggie. "This one is trying, but he's new to it, so it's harder for him."

Dammit, she just had to be charming and nice too didn't she?" Julie thought. Plus the fact that she was poly... well Julie's blush wasn't fadig any time soon. "As long as Reggie doesn't mind."

"Oh yes, boo hoo, I have to watch my gorgeous girlfriend dance with one of the hottest girls here, whatever shall I do?" Reggie said sarcastically. "Go have fun, but you two better save a dance for me later."

"We just might!" Kayla called out before dragging Julie to the dance floor. The girl had moves too, and Julie found herself laughing and having a ball as Kayla twirled her around, the two of them getting along like a house on fire.

"I suppose we should go back to Reg before he starts to pout!" Kayla yelled over the music. "And see if he'll buy us both drinks!"

"I bet if we pouted back enough he would!" Julie giggled.

Of course Reggie bought them drinks, and Julie begged off the next dance to sip hers slowly. Watching Reggie and Kayla on the dance floor, she still felt that pang of jealousy. But this time it was to be out there with the both of them.

Only when her drink was finished, Reggie dragged her out with him, hamming it up while Kayla hit the bathroom. Then the next dance she was caught between them, and she was sure her heart would combust with how right it felt.

She had to get out, and when the dance finished, she thumbed towards the door. "Gotta get some fresh air!" She bolted, leaning against the brick facade outside, breathing in the cool breeze, and wondering if she should cut her losses, just go home.

"Julie?"

She turned, and there was Kayla, flanked by Reggie. "You okay Jules?" he asked kindly.

"Drank too much, got kind of dizzy, think I need to call it a night," Julie lied.

"Well how about we take you home then?" Kayla offered.

"You guys can stay, have fun," Julie waved them off. "It's not far, I can get an Uber, or even walk."

"Julie all my drinks have been non-alcoholic, I'm good to drive," Reggie said.

"And we'd worry about you if we didn't make sure you got home safe," Kayla added.

Julie sighed, knowing there was no getting out of it. "Fine, let's go."

Reggie offered her his elbow, with Kayla gleefully taking the other, walking towards his truck. "Honestly I'm glad for the short night," he said. "The mixers aren't really my scene."

"Then why did you go?" Julie asked as she hopped up between them in the cab of the vehicle.

"I wanted you and Kayla to meet," Reggie replied, and started driving. "I figured you two would hit it off."

Kayla grinned. "And we did! Good thinking baby." She leaned in and pressed a sticky kiss to Julie's cheek. "At least I think so."

"Um I... yes, we did," Julie turned to Reggie. "Are you okay with that?"

He smiled. "I told you, I set it up. I like Kayla, I knew she'd like you, and well, you do. Win win."

"I like you too," Julie whispered.

"Told you so!" Kayla crowed. "You owe me five bucks!"

"Yeah yeah," Reggie grumbled, handing over the bill. "I like you too Julie. So maybe tomorrow we can sit down and figure out how this can work out for all of us?"

"Sounds good," Julie grinned.

They dropped her off soon after, and well, how good it would work was confirmed by the toe curling good night kisses Julie got before going inside.

And by the next mixer she could claim to have the hottest partners there, even if Reggie and Kayla liked to joke that they did too.

Unexpected? Sure, but Julie was so glad for it, because the unexpected led her to a love that was extraordinary, and that was better than any expectations she ever had.

[hpysprkl]

gimme that Beautiful Hell and one shots (pretty please 👉🏻👈🏻)

Oooh fun, thanks for asking!

There's not a lot in my oneshots folder, but I fell in love with Heller about a minute and a half into Starfield, so I started writing a little Heller/Spacefarer thing. What can I say, I guess I love me a snarky boy with a rock collection 🤷‍♀️

Heller's never been the best or the brightest. He's always known it. He's good at his job, sure. Smart enough to know how to get ahead in it. He makes sure the folks under him work hard enough and work safe enough. Lin trusts him, and they get along. He's made a name for himself in her crew. Which is not hard, really, when the only competition is a bunch of half-drunk dusties from the kind of bum-fuck systems the rest of the universe forgot. Most of them just want to clock in, meet their quotas - just barely - and get paid at the end of the week. Guy like Heller puts in a little extra effort, shows he knows what he's doing, and the boss notices. So when a new batch of recruits filed in one boring afternoon on some boring old rock in the middle of nowhere, he was expecting more of the same. And that's mostly what he got, until he got to her. She'd been staring all around the place while she waited in line for processing. Fidgeting, antsy. So when the line had moved along and he called her up to the desk, he'd figured she probably wasn't all there. They get all kinds in this line of work, and she wouldn't be the first zone-head. But then he called her over, and her gaze snapped to his face. The green eyes she fixed on him were piercing. Intelligent. Way too damn sharp for her own good. It caught him off guard, and he glanced down at her file to cover it up.

Your Beautiful Hell is a Deacon/Sole Survivor thing about soulmates who really, really don't want anything to do with all that fate bullshit. It's pretty early stages, but here's a snippet from the first chapter, their first 'meeting' through the telepathic link they share. It's not a happy scene.

TW: Deacon has PTSD-type flashbacks of his wife's death. There's mention of blood, a dead cat, and Barbara's corpse.

He closes his eyes and tries to ease the link open slowly. The overwhelming emotions from her side flood through, crashing over him. Deacon inhales deeply, letting the burn of the smoke seep through him, focuses on the feelings coming from her end of the link. Pain. Her knees where they hit hard ground, the burning on her arm, same place as his. She doesn't seem to be injured. Freezing cold. Fear, panic, confusion. A strange chemical smell. Frantic thoughts. Ohgodohgodohgod... Nate, Nate, fuck...Open, come on, open up for fuck's sake! Oh god, baby, what do I do? What do I do? You'd know, you always knew what to do. What would you do? Oh fuck, oh god, I have no idea. I — I promise, baby, I'll find him. I'll find Shaun. Oh god, I'm so sorry, baby. I can't stay here, I — The stream of consciousness comes to an abrupt halt, and he realizes she's just become aware of him. There's a moment of utter silence, and then another scream tears through the link, wordless grief and anguish and raw fury ripping through her and, by extension, him. It punches Deacon in the gut, forcing the air from his lungs, doubling him over. He sees flashes. Barbara, their little farm. Evening sunlight streaming in through the windows. Her blood pooling on the scrubbed wooden floor of their kitchen. The stray cat she'd taken in, its limp body sprawled next to hers. He struggles to draw a breath, choking on air like it's water. Her thoughts flood into his head, panicked and angry and drenched in loss and sorrow. No, I don't want this, I don't want another, I had mine already, goddamnit. I want him back, I want Nate back and our baby and — The rest dissolves into incoherent sobs and he feels her shove the link away hard. It makes him think of being pushed from the top of a skyscraper, the sensation of falling rapidly away from her and the simultaneous promise of impact as the ground rushes toward him. Deacon chokes down a ragged breath, tears streaming down his face, and collapses into the dirt. Barbara's blank, staring eyes are the last thing he sees before darkness takes him.