#may print the bug ones again

[elin-jamie]

hello i made a rainbow holo sticker of sylveon if anyone wants one here :)

[backtothefanfiction]

Super Dad | Dad!Peter Imagine

Summary: Peter fell asleep working on the kids science homework.

Length: Short

Warnings: none, this is mostly fluff

A/N: Just another one of those quick imagines before I sleep.

They had come home with the assignment on Friday. They had exited the school and run straight into your arms all giggles and smiles, sheets of paper in their tiny hands, blowing in the late autumn breeze.

“What have you got there bug?” You asked as your youngest waved the piece of paper, too large for her hands, towards your face.

“It’s science week next week!” She squealed excited, little fists punching the air once you’d taken the piece of paper from her.

“Each grade has an assigned topic.” Your eldest added as she handed over her own assignment to you.

“Well, it looks like we are going to be having a very busy weekend.”

Anna, your youngest’s, project was a model solar system. Your older daughter, Maria, had to do a project on renewable energy. She insisted that she wanted to make a working water mill, but her Father (knowing he’d end up being the one to do most of, if not all of the work anyway) insisted she make a wind mill.

Safe to say Peter had been right. The girls gave up on their projects halfway through the Saturday and with a trip to Aunt May’s planned on Sunday afternoon, your Sunday night had been relegated to finishing off the girls projects, ready for the following morning.

You had put the girls to bed before returning to help finish painting the tiny paper mache planets for Anna’s solar system. You turned the TV on with the volume low, the sounds of Friends re-runs acting as background noise as you both did the work.

You couldn’t help but get fixated every now and again on your husband’s concentration face. The way he squinted his eyes and quirked his lip. Every now and again he’d lift his glasses slightly and survey his work. When he got the motor mechanism for the windmill working he looked so proud of himself and it made your chest swell.

“Right, that’s the last planet painted.” You announced as you placed the cocktail stick attached to it in a piece of foam to be left to dry.

You grabbed your mug and took a sip of your drink. When you placed it back down you realised just how covered in paint you had become as sticky paint finger prints covered the once white mug. “I think I’m gonna go take a bath and salvage what’s left of my weekend.” You announce as you get up.

“Huh?” Peter says as he suddenly pulls his focus away from the job at hand, now that you’re standing. “Uh, yeah, okay.” He quickly follows as his delay in processing your words finally catches up with itself.

You smile as you give him a pat on the shoulder. “Don’t be too much longer with that.” You say giving him a quick kiss before you leave the room.

You end up spending nearly an hour in the bath and then another half an hour after that pampering yourself with a full facial before climbing into your pyjamas and reading for a little bit. When it’s near midnight and Peter still hasn’t started making his way to bed, you reluctantly get yourself out from under the nice warm covers to look for him.

When you make it back out to the main area of your apartment his head is resting on his arm on the dining room table. Both projects are completed in front of him. They look perfect, your girls are going to be so happy when they see them.

“Hey.” You say softly as you shake him awake.

“Hnngggg.” He groans as he slowly rouses.

“Hey super dad.” You coo quietly to him.

“Hey.” He says back sleepily,

“You know, I think our bed is much more comfortable than the dining room table.” You say softly.

“But then who would protect my masterpieces.” He jokes.

“Come on Spider Boy, I think they’ll survive the night just being in our apartment.”

“You promise.” He continues to sleepily play along.

“I promise.” You say holding your pinky out to him and he lazily hooks it with his own. “Okay, come on.” You say helping him up and escorting him to bed.

The following morning there’s a squeal and a crash that makes the two of you race from your bed. When you get out to the dining table where your youngest now lies in a heap on the floor, surrounded by her project, rubbing at her knee, you know you’ve been too presumptuous.

“Survive the night, eh” you hear your husband mutter beside you before he’s bending down to attend to his little girl.

“Hey bug, what happened?” Peter says gently but you know from his tone of voice he’s trying with all his might not to be irritated by the fact his hard work last night has been damaged already.

“I went to grab it so I could look at it and I slipped.”

“It’s okay.” You say as you begin to pick up the pieces of the solar system to be put back together.

“Well, are you okay?” Peter checks in with her,

“Yeah, I just hit my knee.” She replies.

“Do you need Daddy to kiss it better?”

Peter feels you kick him in the side gently. He knows how much of an affect that word has on you and he fights to hold in his grin so he can keep tending to his daughter instead.

“No. It’s okay. I’ve got it.” She says before getting up to come and join you as you sit at the table and start glueing the planets back into place.

“Come on bug, how about some breakfast.” Peter encourages her towards the kitchen and away from you and the project before she does it any more harm.

When he brings you over a bowl of your favourite cereal moments later you hear him say, “Bet you’re wishing you’d left me to sleep on the dining room table to protect them now, eh?”

“Hey, I said they’d survive the night and they did.” You smile up at him. “Technically nothing happened to them until the morning, after the sun was up.” You wise crack back.

“Yeah?” He jokes,

“Yeah!” You sass back.

“Well I’m sure you would have felt differently if it was you who had done 80% of the work.”

“Hey, I painted the planets.” You reply with mock offence.

“Fine.” He concedes with a sigh. “75%.”

“Thank you very much.” You smile at him in response before there’s a cry of “Daaadd.” From the kitchen.

“That’s my queue.” He smiles.

“That’s your queue.” You smile back as he leans in for a kiss.

“Oh and don’t think I don’t remember you calling me super Dad last night.” You roll your eyes at his own ego, “I’m gonna be using that for a long time.”

“Yeah, yeah:” you say waving him off. But it’s true. Peter is a super dad and you couldn’t be more happy to have him forever by your side.

[funhouse-mirror-barbie]

Rating Hazbin Characters based on if I could tell what animal/creature their supposed to be:

Disclaimer: THIS IS NOT MEANT TO BE AN ATTACK ON HH’s CREATOR/ARTISTS.

I really hate that I even have to say that, because art critique is part of engaging with art and design. People shouldn’t have to worry about being bullied or sent threats because they don’t like every single thing about a piece of media. I’m not saying these character designs are “objective bad” or anything like that.

I just realized that I didn’t know most of the designs were apparently based on animals for a long time, or until it was pointed out to me, and wanted to kind of review/examine that.

Ratings below:

ANGEL DUST—Spider—2/5:

I’m giving Angel a 2 because his design does look spider-ish to me, but I had to be told he was a spider to see the spider-elements to his design. I don’t think I would have figured it out unless told, the only time I think I could have figured it out on my own is with the spider web elements in Addict. The spots under his eyes being extra spider eyes kind of makes sense, but I don’t think I would have realized they were supposed to be eyes if I hadn’t been told. They did actually get drawn as eyes briefly when Angel got mad in the show when it came out-so that was actually really nice to see.

ALASTOR—DEER—0.5/5

Literally nothing about this man’s design makes him look like a deer to me. I gave the half point for the teeny tiny antlers at the top of his head, and because I do think his shoe print being a deer hoof pattern is kinda clever. But i should be able to see his antlers easily if they are an important part of his character design and if he’s supposed to be a deer. I also thought he was an OWL for like. 2 or 3 years while the Pilot was being animated b/c of his hair tufts. They looked like a great horned owl’s feather tufts to me.

VEE—no I’m not calling her that—MOTH

Pilot: 0/5 // Final Show: 1/5

I wanted to add Pilot Vee b/c other than Charlie her design was probably the one that seems to have changed the most. Pilot Vee gets a 0 sadly b/c, while I actually don’t mind her base design that much, and think she looks good, literally NOTHING about her looks like a moth. Is she even still supposed to be a moth? Asking genuinely b/c that’s what everyone says but if that’s the case I sure as hell couldn’t tell and still can’t.

Show Vee gets 1 point b/c I DO like the design element they brought back from her first ever design where her hair is supposed to mimic a moth’s wings laid back. I thought that was clever and fun. It’s the only thing tho that kind of points towards her being a moth. Again if I’m wrong and she’s not supposed to be a moth lmk but every source I’ve seen says she’s a “moth demon” or that her design was based on a moth.

HUSK—CAT—5/5

I mean just look at him. That’s a fucking cat alright! Only thing I may have docked a point for is the feather tail thing, but tbh it’s still very clear he’s a cat. If someone tells me he’s not supposed to be based on a cat tho I may lose my mind.

NIFFTY—???/5 (???)

Is Niffty supposed to be an animal? No, right? She’s just like. A weird creature/girl. Please tell me Niffty is not supposed to be a certain animal or anything b/c I have NO idea what animal that would be.

VALENTINO—MOTH—0/5

I literally had no idea this guy was supposed to be a moth until his coat turned out to be wings for some reason. Nothing about the coat made it look like wings to me. I thought his “antennae” were just feathers in his hat. Even when his coat became wings I was still very confused and thought for a moment he was supposed to be a butterfly? But no apparently he’s a moth. He’s got extra arms but I didn’t think that was specifically a “bug/moth” thing, b/c so many of the character designs in HH have extra features. I’ll be real I really don’t like anything about Valentino’s design and don’t understand the appeal of him at all. Sorry Val fans :(

KATIE KILLJOY—PRAYING MANTIS—0/5

I’m really sad I have to give out another 0 but like, I had NO idea that Katie was supposed to be a Mantis. I’m not sure if that’s even accurate like maybe that was just a rumor/speculation?? Right? Please let me know b/c I seriously NEVER would have guessed that she’s supposed to be a Praying Mantis. Even in her other form, I would have thought they were trying to imply she’s a spider…why did they give her 4 eyes? I can’t tell if they’re supposed to represent pseudo-pupils or a mantis’ ocelli but I never would have thought of them as that. I just thought she was like. A scary monster white lady/“karen”-type 😭

CHARLIE—PUPPY/PORCELAIN DOLL/LAMB?GOAT? THING???—2.5/5 (?)

So, based on the creator/character designers statements from a podcast, I believe that Charlie is supposed to be a sort of…amalgamation of the above? But honestly I’m not sure. I’m that statement they mentioned she had a lamb or puppy nose, and I think they mentioned before that her heels are supposed to look like hooves? But also the creator made a tweet saying they never intended her design to be a goat, so I don’t really know what she’s supposed to be. I gave Charlie a 2.5 b/c she DOES look like a porcelain doll to me. Or like. A. Clown??? Cause of her cheek marks. Idk. She at least looks like one of the things she’s “supposed” to be according to the creator, and I can see the puppy element with the nose if that’s what was intended. The lower ranking is more because I’ve heard MULTIPLE things about her design elements so I’m not sure what the intention was with her.

I would have bumped her up to a 3 if I knew what she was supposed to be, but b/c it’s been stated that she’s based on several things it’s hard to tell, and I can’t actually tell if that’s still the case.

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I may do another one of these with some other characters. There are a few in Helluva Boss that I couldn’t really read either but most of those designs make much more sense to me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[vashsmunch]

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Millions Knives x GN Reader

Synopsis: barista knives basically LMAO

Warnings: none

A/N: silly little coffee man who makes ur drink perfectly every time

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"That'll be $$8.35! Are you paying cash or card?"

Curse these local aesthetic coffee shops, robbing society of its money. You pulled out your wallet, grimacing as you talked back and forth with the cashier. A receipt prints out, and the cashier hands it to you, their mood noticeably happier when they saw that you'd tipped. The irony was dumbfounding, but you did it nonetheless. 

You glanced over to the end of the bar, scanning faces until you finally settled on one. There you are. Working as diligently as always, his gaze never meeting yours, but that's how he was. Most workers plastered on a fake smile, ass kissing in an attempt to raise their customer ratings. He was different, though, and maybe that's why he appealed to you so much. Stoic with a slightly condescending gaze, it just made him even more attractive. Your eyes rolled over his name tag as if you didn't have it engraved in your head a million times over. "It wouldn't kill you to say hi, considering I'm here every other day." 

Nai glared at you, quirking an eyebrow. "Then you should know that I already have your order done, so pick it up and leave me be." 

A heavy sigh left your lips as you walked to the other end of the counter and picked up your drink. You took a sip and rolled your eyes. Perfect, as always. "You talk a lot of sass for someone who has my drink memorized and ready every time I walk through the door. Just admit it, you like seeing me."

He didn't respond and started to make the following order. A small smile settled on your lips before you turned away to study in the corner like you always did. You would purposely pick a table facing the bar so you could give Nai glances over the top of your laptop. Sometimes he would meet your eyes, and you'd quickly look down back at your screen, praying he didn't mention it later on. He never did. 

Before you got too far, you heard him speak again. "It would be in your best interest to look at your cup in closer detail." You looked at him, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he nonchalantly steamed some milk in a pitcher. What was he talking about? Hesitantly, you slightly pulled down the paper sleeve to see a message scribbled on the cup in neat handwriting. 

XXX-XXX-XXXX. Call me later. I'll pick you up for our date tonight.

Your eyes bugged out as you stared at the words, completely flabbergasted. You looked up at him, not even fully registering what he wrote for you to read. He gave you an insufferable smirk and walked off, leaving you standing in the cafe, gaping at him like an idiot. "WHAT?"

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Back and forth, back and forth. You groaned loudly as you shoved your face into your hands, walking around your living room. It wasn't as if you were nervous, of course not! This wasn't a date; there's no way it could be. Nai, the infuriating smartass, the intolerable piece of shit, the stupid blond hair man with the most sex appeal you'd ever seen... 

God, what am I thinking??? You slapped your cheeks, shaking your head as if trying to unlodge the thirsty thoughts from your brain. There was no way he could be serious about this. There's no way! You fiddled with your clothes, trying to smooth out any wrinkles that may have been plaguing you since being snatched from the back of your closet. It'd been a while since you'd gone on a date, so they hadn't been put to use in ages. The last time you went on one, your date ditched you as soon as the tab came. You still weren't over that.

You started pacing again, chewing on your thumb, before picking up your phone on the coffee table to stare at the screen. The conversation between you and Nai had been short, and he didn't even say where he was taking you. You were tempted to ask but knew it was futile. He was a man who liked to keep people at an arm's distance. At least, that's what you gathered from your interactions (from you staring at him from across the cafe whenever you went). The fact that he'd even asked you on this date, to begin with, was baffling, considering he always acted like you were some kind of nuisance. He would let out a loud sigh every time you walked through the cafe doors and roll his eyes when you uttered a single word to him. So what gives?

You jumped as you heard a sudden knock on your door. A quick glance at your phone told you it was 7 o'clock sharp. Leave it to him to be a punctual prick. Your heart was hammering as you stepped closer to the door, and it infuriated you. Why did he affect you this much? What about him left you pining like some sort of immature middle schooler? Was it his eyes? The way they roamed up and down your body whenever you talked? His lips, maybe? How they would curl up into a slight smirk every time he retorted with some witty comeback? Stop it!

A deep breath in, and you finally opened the door. And there he was, dressed in his loose black turtle neck and tailored pants, adjusting his watch as he skimmed your outfit with mild interest. How he looked at you made your hands sweat, feeling small as he came closer. Nai reached toward you, and you literally felt your heart stop. Then, your entire body was on fire as he swiped his thumb across the corner of your lips. You stared at him wide-eyed, and he returned the gaze with a quirked eyebrow. 

"You had a crumb," Fuck. He looked like he was about to laugh, but he stopped himself, extending the crook of his elbow towards you. "Shall we?"

You shakily put your arm through his, nodding as you gave him a meek smile. "Where to?"

[breannasfluff]

10 minutes after stepping through the portal, the former god of justice starts to doubt the merit of his actions. Link is lying to the side in the grass, still asleep, and likely will be for a while.

There was no Hylia waiting on the other side of the portal. In fact, there’s no one. Just an empty house and an overgrown yard. The path away from it is scant more than an animal trail. Whoever lived here hasn’t in a long time.

The god circles the house, casting a critical eye over the structure and surroundings. The foundation is solid, as is the roof as far as he can see. There’s a large clearing in the backyard with what might have once been a garden plot. Or…some sort of monster tribute made of dead greenery.

He takes too long to consider the strangeness before giving up and heading back to the front of the house. The door squeaks on rusty hinges but opens. Inside, the house is bare. A cracked dining table; not worth the effort of moving. A few tipped-over stools. A bucket, with no flaws outside a few spiders living inside. The thick layer of dust is only broken by the odd animal print.

The house is empty. It’s a means of shelter. Until his sister deigns to grace them with her presence, the god is going to use it.

Only…how does one use a house?

Link wakes, which is a novelty. Last he was aware, he was dying on the ruined surface. The pain faded away as he watched his people ascend into the sky. He’s been in tough situations before, but this one held a finality. He’s not going to survive.

There’s a piece of grass tickling his nose. Overhead, the sky is blue and scattered with faint clouds. The earth smells sweet and rich beneath him. Alive or dead, Link closes his eyes and fills his lungs with the scent.

It brings back memories of his childhood; helping his mother in the garden. Playing by the brook with the other children. Digging his hands into the soil and not caring as it stuck under his nails.

He’s looked over the memories during his imprisonment so often that they are faded and crinkled. They lack the crispness of true memory and instead hold the sheen of remembering the actual thing.

Now, the wealth of greenery and the heat of the sun revitalize those memories. It’s easy to compare the smell of the soil to the past and identify the differences. If he twitches his fingers, the grass has a different texture than the fields he once played in.

Link opens his eyes again. The sky is still blue. Grass still tickles his nose.

What if Hylia saved him so he could be of further use to her? His only worth has ever been what he could do for others. Being denied death is…disappointing, but not wholly unexpected.

The chances of being left to lie in the grass and enjoy a nap are non-existent. It’s time to get up.

Moving is strange. His limbs feel like jelly; wobbly and new. His chest doesn’t hurt where he was bleeding, but it does itch. Link’s ears flick constantly as he tries to categorize the sounds around him. His wrists and fingers throb and he shakes them absently, trying to push it away.

He’s lying in the grass next to a house. Judging by the surroundings, abandoned. The rich color of the world is nearly overwhelming. Link’s gotten used to the miserable, ashy land his home was reduced to by the Demon King.

Birds flit through the air, chasing bugs. In the trees, a doe freezes and looks at him, ears flicking. Then she continues deeper into the greenery. Inside the house, there’s a tremendous crash.

Link reaches for a sword before he registers the movement. The goddess sword may be gone, but he has his own as backup. He’s on his feet, swaying, as he yanks the sword from the sheath on his back. His cape rips and…oh, it’s a mess. The end is burnt and stained.

None of that matters because Link spins to face the house and potential enemy, sword out.

His hand and wrist spasm and his grip goes slack. The sword drops to the grass. He’s still staring at it when the house door creaks open.

“You are awake.”

Yanking his gaze away from the sword and the worrying tremble of his hand, Link looks up at the voice. Then he goes stock still. “You are a god.”

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[bogleech]

are there any particular creatures you really wish there were rubber or plastic figures of that like zero companies are interested in/have thought about? I wish I could buy a little rubber springtail or velvet worm so bad...

There'd be hundreds honestly but especially any interesting parasites or microorganisms.

Safari co. has made "toobs" as interesting as the deep ocean, cambrian invertebrates and cave life so I'm holding out hope they might do one with like planktonic organisms or protozoa. I have a set of fleas, ticks and lice in this style but they're from 1994 and I've never seen them again!

I always had a dumb dream of being the one to expand the usual selection of these cheap universal plastic bugs I see everywhere. These already have one inexplicably obscure insect (brown one in the bottom left) that may represent either a dipluran or a rock crawler, something no kid has ever heard of, but you can find these exact plastic insects almost everywhere in different colors. I would add at the very least an earwig, silverfish, tick, flea, woodlouse, jumping spider and assassin bug to this bunch. Depending on where you live those are easily just as basic as mantises or roaches or wasps! I can (and probably will) make some rare or unheard-of plastic bugs with 3d printing, but I’d still most of all want to see some new species actually flooding the mainstream dollar-store bug toy market. If I knew what route I could take to make that happen I’d have already crowdfunded it, but the secrets of mass scale factory toy production are still closely guarded. (I’m not being hyperbolic, I’ve literally met people who had little plastic toys factory-made by the thousands and they literally would not tell me who to get in touch with to arrange my own)

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 13

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: None- a bit fillery AN: Look, I've been sick for like a week and I'm drinking hot toddies like they're water this weekend so at least my throat won't hurt. I'm sorry in advanced for *anything* that may be posted.

Masterlist

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Mia hated moving. Growing up in poverty, it was a near annual event for all of her life and it never got easier. The idea of moving alone stressed her out. It made her stomach roll. It was never a pleasant experience. 

At least, that was, until now. 

Tom hadn’t been kidding about the moving crew. She didn’t even have a chance to pack anything before they were at her door, bright and early. All she could really do was keep Sally out of the way, try to hype the child up about how exciting the move was going to be and then send her off to the babysitter’s for her shift. 

That was something she hadn’t thought about before moving. Mia had counted on the connivance of having a babysitter next door. Now she’s have to make the drive back to her old complex to drop Sally off before going into work and then do it again to pick her up. Sure, the new apartment was closer to work but in reality it hadn’t ment anything. 

Tom would probably not mind if she enrolled Sally in a proper preschool on his dime. 

Mia swept the thought away. She wouldn’t do that, not so soon and not without talking to Tom about it first. He’d already spent so much money.

He’d been gone for just over a day and she was right, she did miss him. It was a simple fact that caught her off guard. It left a sweet taste in her mouth as she rolled around the concept. 

That she could deal with fine, overall. What she struggled with most was that Sally missed him. 

Tom had texted when he landed and they had attempted to chat by text while she was getting ready for bed but the conversation was stifled, awkward. 

Now she was busy and so was he, or so she assumed. Maybe he was sleeping? He has texted her early in the morning to bid her a good morning but she hadn’t heard from him since. 

It felt weird to leave the movers in charge of packing her apartment, her whole life while she left for work. They had her mark what was to be disposed of and accepted directions to watch for bugs and call for any questions. If they found anything that they believed would bring bugs to her new home, they were to call her to verify what to do and if she didn’t answer, make a judgment call. 

She had to trust them.

That was a lot of control to give strangers but Tom insisted that he arranged the best. Small appliances and electronics would be cleaned and packed safely. Food would be safely stored during travel and fragile items would be given the most care. Furniture would be disassembled and reassembled at the new apartment for her and she could expect each box to be placed in their assigned rooms. 

Mia insisted on filling a suitcase with her intimate items as well as Sally’s underwear. Sure, they were professionals but it still felt strange to have strangers pack those items. 

~~~~~<3

On her way to work, Mia ran by the new apartment complex. Just as Tom had promised, she got the keys and there was no fuss or surprises. The unit was the same one they were shown and everything was exactly as she was promised. It was clean and well taken care of. Not even the windows had the slightest smear or dirty or finger prints. 

Tom must have told them about the child- it’s disclosed on most leases anyway but it surprised Mia that there was childproofing done to the unit. There was a simple chain lock installed higher up on the balcony doors and a second stronger deadbolt added to the front door as well, higher. Like Mia’s old apartment, this one provided valet trash service. The trash can was the same small black can however rather than being picked up weekly, the service walled the halls nightly and would pick up whenever needed as long as the can was outside before the designated time. 

The front door locked by a programmable key code. It took only a few moments to show Mia how to program a guest code that would expire in twelve hours. She also got a backup key should the battery die or she finds she’s forgotten the code. As was typical of a rental, the office also maintained a hard copy of the key. 

~~~~~<3

It felt good to be at work. At work Mia could dodge questions about her personal life, hide for her breaks and be too busy to chat. She put everything into her work. For just over eight hours of the day, she could just live her normal, not complicated life. 

The small dress and flashy makeup made her look different than she did on her personal time, more dolled up and with a side of glamor. She wondered if anyone would recognize her from the photos of her and Tom. She didn’t even know how well she was shown or if the pictures even showed her face but she worried anyway.

Tom had said not to look and so far she hadn’t. 

Before she knew it, it was one in the morning and it was time for her to go. She was dead on her feet and not looking forward to driving from one end of the valley to the other and back again to get Sally. 

How would her new neighbors feel about her coming home with a small child in the middle of the night? Would the sound of her coming home bother the unit below her? It wasn’t something she had to worry about before, her neighbors in her old apartment were well used to her schedule.

~~~~~<3

Sally was a hard sleeper and didn’t wake while being carried to the car. Mia had always felt bad for the way her work caused her daughter to have a chaotic sleep schedule. Now it would only get worse. 

Once she was strapped in with the windows down, Mia handed Gretchen her payment for the night. She had raised her own kids as a single mother in poverty and knew well the struggles Mia faced and passed on a lifetime of kindness in the forgiving rates she charged Mia. 

She was retired, on social security and food stamps. Gretchen, like most Americans born into poverty, never managed to escape it. Her rent was subsidized and her boys, now men around Tom’s age themselves would send her money and deliveries when they could. 

Nothing official to put on the records but it was enough to ensure their mother was comfortable in her poverty while ensuring she always had access to the programs that would provide for her should they fall on hard times themselves. Generational poverty taught them how to game the system and not feel bad about it.

“That fancy man moving you uptown?” Gretchen was a old school country woman who would talk in country music lyrics if you let her. It always caught a newcomer off guard when she would first speak but Mia had always loved to sink into the warm twang of her voice. 

Gretchen had dark skin that carried deep wrinkles with the scars of battles long ago fought. Her stark white hair was nearly always in a series of simple braids and adorned with small golden trinkets. Sometimes she added vibrant colors to her hair, raking advantage of the blank canvas her age provided. 

People expected urban when they first saw Gretchen but the truth was urban was what her boys, not her. She had fought and sacrificed to give them access to what benefits came with growing up in the city. Her heart was forever in the ranches of Utah, a place where she loved but never really felt like she belonged. 

Being a black woman, she never did fit in there even though she had been born and raised. Too much unconscious and blatant racism both but still, home called to her heart. It was better to stay in the city though. She felt safer having people that looked like her around. 

“Seemed to me it happened pretty sudden. You ain’t have men around much before, now a fancy one is moving you. Better be careful, Girl.” 

Gretchen never called no one by their names. There was always a pet name or nickname regardless of if you wanted it. That was part of her charm and just one more way god had made her beautiful. 

“I promise, I’m being careful.” Gretchen was like a second mother to Mia in many ways. She was forever thankful for the way she would fuss over her and Sally. The love of someone who didn’t have any obligation to love you felt a the more sweet. “The apartment is paid for the year up front. There’s no losing it and I don’t know how much he’s going to be around anyway.” 

“If you say so.” Gretchen opened the driver’s door for Mia, signaling that the time for talking was done and it was time for her to get on going. “Sugar, would it be better if I came to Sally for the next few weeks or so while you get settled?” 

Gretchen was an angel, truly sent by the heavens. 

~~~~~<3

Mia was beyond exhausted when she pulled into her assigned parking spot. Sally was likewise exhausted in the backseat of the car, sleeping soundly. She was excited to see their new home bit there was only so much excitement a kid of her age can manage when it’s two in the morning. 

Carrying the child, Mia made the walk to her unit. The elevator was a godsend, saving her from having to climb stairs to the fourth floor with the dozing child in her arms. 

It felt surreal to unlock the door to the unit. Her unit. Their home. Would he call it his home too? Surely not- he had a home in England somewhere. London, hadn’t he said? 

“We’re home.” Mia whispered softly to the dozing sack of potatoes in her arms. “Let’s take a look around and then get you to bed.”

The apartment was clean and neat, even with all the boxes. Just as promised, the small dining table was assembled in the dining area. Boxes were stacked neatly against the wall, clearly labeled with their contents. Inside the refrigerator and freezer was all their perishable foods.

On the counter was a fruit bowl that she hadn’t owed piled high with fruit. A card was propped in front of the bowl that read: “Welcome Home” and signed by the management. Next to the bowl was a coloring book and simple pack of markers, a box of trash bags, a bottle of dish soap and a pack of sponges. 

It was such a kind gesture that she had never seen before. It felt good to be treated with such respect by the management. Was this what it felt like to not be renting a poverty apartment?

Mia showed Sally the master bedroom so that if she woke in the middle of the night she would know where to go. Next was the hall bathroom between the two bedrooms. The outlet in the hall was topped with a built in nightlight. It was a soft white light. Was that always there or had they made that change for her as well?

The bathroom had a similar built in nightlight above the light switch. When Mia turned the light on, the nightlight turned off automatically. She was sure that light wasn’t there before.

How much trouble did they go through making such small changes for her comfort in the unit? Had Tom asked for it or did they do it themselves? Was it difficult? She hoped it hadn’t cost them much to do. 

In Sally’s room, there was no built in nightlight. She appreciated that, she had been wanting to wean Sally off the nightlights. For now though, they would use the nightlights to keep the dark away. It was hard enough to sleep in a unknown space.

Sally’s bed was assembled and made. Her dresser was placed against the wall with her bookshelf next to it. They had unpacked her books and placed them back on the shelf. The toy bins were placed back in the shelf they belonged to. 

It was a relief to see that the room didn’t have the same level of strangeness that was in the rest of the apartment. The movers had made an effort to settle this room. 

Did that cost extra or were they just that kind?

The bed was made, blankets neatly folded back and waiting for Sally’s little body. Mia had planned to wash the bedding in the morning- the apartment had a built in washer and dryer set- since someone else had been handling them. Moving was a messy business anyway. But as she nestled Sally into her bed, it was clear that wasn’t needed. The bedding was freshly laundered and smelled linen fresh. 

~~~~~<3

She tripped over her dress as they ran through the hotel halls. His laugh, ever so unique and warm seemed to surround her. Holding her hand in his, he kept her on their feet. 

Hurry, hurry- keep running. Run as fast as your legs can take you to your future. Don’t look back. Let him lead. Follow him to the ends of the earth. Her white dress tangled around her legs and she struggled to hold onto the heels in her hands. 

She knew better than to be running around a resort without shoes but couldn’t be bothered to care. This was a fairytale where the floors were clean and no drunk’s vomit or spilled drinks would dirty her feet. 

Tom’s hand reached out and blocked an empty elevator door from closing. As it opened again, he slipped inside, pulling her in with him. The car was empty and they were alone for the first time. Finally alone. 

Oh how good it felt to be alone with him. 

~~~~~<3

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[wrathfulrook]

James Rook

James Rook is 15 years old and has never known who his father is. But when he finds out who his father is, he realizes it's his mom he may not know. AU, no collapse.

Ship: John Seed x Patience Ekner (deputy oc) [past relationship]

Rating: T

Word count: ~4.9k

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Maybe James Rook was naïve. None of his friends trusted their parents the way he’d trusted his mom. None of them considered their parents their friends. Until recently, he’d thought his close relationship with his mom was simply a result of being raised by a single mother. Now, he wasn’t so sure.

It was easy to sneak away.

Now 15 years old, his mom had assumed his recent distance from her was just a bit of teenage rebellion. But it wasn’t him. It was her. All of her lies and secrets. He hadn’t even known his mom’s real name until recently. What kind of mom does something like that?

The more generous part of James’ mind reminds him that he grew up happy and loved. That his mom gave up a lot for him; he knows that. Based on what he’d been able to find – and he’d found quite a bit; it had been national news at the time – changing her name was likely just a desire to protect herself, to protect him. That generous part of his brain tells him that there’s no way his father was a good man. If he was, James wouldn’t have been on a Greyhound and travelling cross-country to visit a prison.

James loved his mom.

But the less generous part of him seethed in anger. What kind of mom hid her kid’s origins from him? That part of him also ached, felt shattered. He felt like a fool. And he felt betrayed. How was he ever supposed to trust her again?

~

When it all ended, when the National Guard came, they all ended up behind bars. Joseph, Jacob, John, and Faith. Tucked away where they could never hurt anyone ever again. In the aftermath, her own name and face were plastered all over the news. Her statements were used in each trial, printed in papers nationwide. And so the courts had been all too willing to grant her petition for a name change. Patience Ekner ceased to be, and Patience Rook was born.

Patience Rook left Hope County, left Montana, never to go back. She put it all behind her and moved forward, the only reminder she chose to keep, the new surname she took, her nickname from those brutal, bloody days. Of course, there were other reminders she hadn’t chosen. The tattoo of her sin, for one. Wrath, he’d assigned her. Not that she ever believed, but she found wrath fairly fitting at the time.

In hindsight, he’d chosen wrong. It shouldn’t have been WRATH she spent hours getting covered up with flowers that she didn’t think particularly suited her. No. In retrospect, it should’ve been LUST.

But the tattoo wasn’t her only reminder of that time, of him. There was also the child she’d birthed, the child she adored. Her son.

Hers.

But, oh, did he look like his father. His hair dark where hers was blonde, eyes blue where hers were grey. He even had that same charming smile, the one that had worked so well on her those many years ago. The only thing of hers she could see on her child were her numerous freckles. But while her freckles remained always, her child had outgrown them by the time he hit high school.

Every now and then, he would say something, make some face, talk with his hands in a way that she was hit full force with the memory of his father. Both the horrible things he’d done and those stolen, secret nights they couldn’t keep apart from one another…

But mostly, usually, she looked at her boy and saw only him. James. Her perfect miracle baby. The gift that made everything about those dark days worth it in her eyes. He had been such a happy, smiley baby. Always giggling and gurgling. He’d been talkative long before he learned to speak. Always so sweet and kind. Petting her hair and telling her “Okay mommy… s’okay mommy…” as she purged herself of a stomach bug he’d brought home from daycare when he was too small to even form full sentences, while she in turn tried to reassure her baby that mommy was ok.

Even now, he was her perfect child. Still sweet, still happy. But now his own person. And she was so amazed by the person he’d become. He was funny. Funny in a way she never was. And so clever. Amazing grades as well as a quick wit… Patience loved her child and she knew how much he loved her too.

Even despite how he’d recently been pulling away.

~

James wondered how many signs he’d missed over the course of his life. How obvious it should have been. His mom had always told him she didn’t know who his father was. He recalled once, in one of his earliest memories, that she’d told him she chose his name because she’d always liked it, but also because she thought his father would like it too.

He’d asked her about it later, and she said that she’d never said it. And he believed her. He was so little at the time; it could’ve easily been a false memory. He still wasn’t sure it wasn’t. After all, he had a memory from around the same time of flapping his arms and flying like a bird throughout the house, and that memory felt equally as real.

But whether or not she’d told him his father would like his name, she knew. His mom knew who his dad was the whole time. Because he looked exactly like one of them. The Seeds. The cult leaders. He couldn’t know which was his father, but one of them was. He looked exactly like John Seed. The Baptist. The sadistic monster who tortured and murdered and starved innocent people. Just reading about his crimes had been enough to give James nightmares for a week.

He didn’t know whether or not that man that was his father, but he was related to him. There was no way he wasn’t. He’d been able to find some footage of the court proceedings against him, and it filled his stomach with an uncanny dread. Like watching an older version of himself. The same smile he saw every day in the mirror, the same gestures, speaking with his hands in the same way James did. Even his voice sounded familiar. Not the same, but certainly not very different from the way James sounded to himself in videos.

If John Seed wasn’t his father, he was at least his uncle. One of those men – John, Joseph, or Jacob – was his dad. His mother, the woman regarded nationally as a hero, the deputy who brought the cult to justice, had had a child with one of the cult’s leaders.

James had spent the past weeks learning everything he could about the Project at Eden’s Gate. And he was horrified at the thought that his mom would ever willingly have any sort of relationship with any of those men. He almost hoped she hadn’t. But if one of those men was his father, and his mom had in fact not been voluntarily involved with any of them… No. James couldn’t stomach the thought of that either.

No matter what the circumstances were back then, the situation now was that James had told his mom he was spending the long weekend camping with a friend’s family, when in reality he was on a bus to Montana to meet the man who might be his dad.

It had been surprisingly easy to contact John Seed. Apparently, you could write a letter to anyone as long as you knew their name and which prison they were at. James’ first letter hadn’t received a response. Probably because he had intentionally been a bit light on the details. Eventually he’d tried again, this time including his mom’s former name and, after much mental back-and-forth, a photo of himself.

And that had received a response.

John Seed had written back, though he didn’t say much. And via snail mail, they had arranged to meet. John Seed had even offered to fund the excursion, but James had declined, instead saving his allowance and taking small amounts from his mom’s purse every now and then, little enough each time not to be noticed.

He’d never stolen before, and he didn’t feel good about it now. But James liked to think himself honorable, and he would find a way to pay his mom back every cent he’d taken once he’d figured out who his dad was.

And hopefully John Seed could tell him.

~

Patience wasn’t nearly as obtuse as her son thought. Oh, how she sometimes missed those simple days when he believed she knew everything.

No, Patience knew that James had something going on. She didn’t know what it was, but she had a few ideas. As a mother, she had quite a few worst fears – drugs, alcohol, vaping… But those were just fears. James was a smart boy. He knew better than to get involved in something like that. Plus, he’d been exhibiting no signs of substance abuse. He was just suddenly more secretive and private than before. She had a more realistic suspicion than drugs.

Sex.

She feared her baby boy had become sexually active. 15 was so, so young for that. Patience had never even been kissed until she was 19. She’d been a little awkward growing up, a bit of an ugly duckling. Not James, though. Yet another way he took after his father. He’d always been a cute boy. Her son had taken a girl to the middle school dance. Kids had had crushes on him his whole life. He’d already had three “girlfriends” in his young life.

And so, what if his recent distance was a result of him starting to have sex?

Moms were meant to worry after their children, and Patience was no exception to that rule. But she’d always tried to be open, honest, and educational about sex. He should know enough, be responsible enough, to do what he was ready to when he was ready to. And inform her when he was ready for her to know. After all, a child asking where babies come from while only having one parent… James had been aware of the concept of sex from a very early age, especially with her claiming not to know who his father was.

Patience sometimes felt like she should feel guilty about lying to her son about something so serious as his parentage. Especially because that one lie involved a million more. James didn’t know about her time as a deputy. He didn’t even know she’d ever lived in Montana. He didn’t know their family name was actually Ekner. There were a lot of tiny lies that went into covering up who his father was. But she didn’t feel bad. Not even a little.

Because she was keeping her baby safe. Safe from publicity. Safe from her past. And safe from John Seed.

~

James had never felt more out of his element than when he was checking in as a visitor at the prison. That is, until about twenty minutes later when he was sitting across the table from John Seed.

John Seed wore a beige correctional jumpsuit and his hands were cuffed to the table, which James hadn’t been expecting. Despite this, the man seemed completely at ease. He was well-coiffed, his salt and pepper hair slicked back, his facial hair neatly trimmed, and the crows feet around his eyes creasing when he smiled genially at him. He had clearly aged in the past 15 years since the news coverage James had found, but he was certainly recognizable, and still eerily familiar.

“So, you’re the deputy’s son… It’s nice to meet you, James.”

“Nice to meet you…” James floundered on what to call the man across from him. John? Mr. Seed? He opted to let the sentence dangle awkwardly.

“You can call me John.”

James nodded. “John.”

“I’m assuming you have many questions for me.” John dove right into it and James felt a bit flustered. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, though, and doubted anything would seem normal in a situation like this.

After a brief pause, he spoke. “Yes… Like I wrote in my letters. I think you or one of your brothers may be my father and I-“ James swallowed uncomfortably, a too-obvious tactic to buy time to build courage. “I was wondering if you knew who my father was.”

John smiled. The smile seemed friendly on the surface, but there was something in his eyes that James couldn’t place.

“I am. I’m your father.”

James nodded, surprised that he didn’t feel surprised. Logically, he knew it could have been any of the brothers. Logically, he knew that it was likely his close resemblance to the man across from him that made him feel any sort of connection. But the moment John confirmed it, he realized he’d known. He felt, somewhere deep inside of himself, that John Seed was his dad.

“So… you and my mom…?” James let himself trail off, not really sure what he was asking, or how he should ask it.

John nodded, one eyebrow raised, as if impressed by the audacity of the unspoken question. “Yes. We were involved. In secret, of course. We met up more than a few times, none of which were terribly romantic.”

James understood the implication and asked no follow up questions. John and his mother hadn’t been in love. They weren’t dating. They just… were. James didn’t love the idea of his mom being some guy’s late night booty call and didn’t particularly want to think about it. But at the same time, he’d spent his whole life believing his mom didn’t even know who his father was, so it wasn’t exactly an unbelievable idea.

“Is she well, your mother?”

James nodded.

“And where does she think you are right now?”

James blinked in surprise. “How-?”

John laughed, not unkindly. “She’d never let you come here. Not in a million years. Not to see me.”

James didn’t like the emphasis he’d put on the word “me,” some red flag going off somewhere in the back of his mind.

“She thinks I’m at a friend’s.”

His smile didn’t reach his eyes when he spoke. “No, she doesn’t.”

James didn’t know what to say to that.

“Tell me, James, have you been raised in the faith?”

“I- what faith?” Surely John knew his mother never subscribed to the cult’s beliefs.

He shrugged. “Any faith.”

He shook his head no. “No. We’re not religious.”

John just hummed contemplatively but didn’t look surprised. Nor did he look surprised at the next, sudden question.

“Did you know about me?” He hadn’t even known he was going to ask the question until it was out, tumbling past his lips.

For the first time since his arrival, John’s face lost all traces of humor, of ease, of amiability. His eyes, the same eyes James saw every day in the mirror, bored into his own.

“No. No, I never had any idea. If I had known I had a child, I’d have been there for you. For her.”

James doubted that very much. Not because he doubted John; he had no idea whether he meant that or not. He doubted it because, even if he wasn’t locked away behind bars for the rest of his life, he knew his mother would never let this man near them. That’s something he would have known even before he found out just what his mother was capable of, what she’d done in Hope County. More than he trusted that the sun would rise tomorrow, he trusted that his mom would do anything and everything in her power and beyond to keep him away from any perceived threat.

And he knew his mom considered John Seed a threat.

John brushed past the serious moment easily, that same easy smile sliding back into place. “Tell me about yourself, James. A father should know some things about his son, don’t you think?”

James warily nodded. “…Like what?”

“Anything. Everything. What classes are you in? Do you have any hobbies? You’re 15, right? When is your birthday?”

“Uh- yeah. 15. I’m a sophomore. My birthday is June 21st.”

Though his facial expression didn’t change, James knew he was doing the mental math. And given that he didn’t say anything about it, the math clearly checked out.

“Are you driving?” John asked.

James shook his head no. “No. All the summer birthdays have driver’s ed in the spring semester. I have my permit, but mom’s only taken me out driving once, in a parking lot. I didn’t do very well, though.”

“I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it. It’s like anything else – you just need practice.” John smiled kindly, and James could almost forget the horrible crimes he was convicted of. In fact, if he wasn’t wearing the khaki jumpsuit, he was sure he would’ve let himself. “And what about school? How’s school? Your grades?”

“Fine. As and Bs, mostly. I’m taking all the regular classes. And my electives this semester are Spanish, debate, and study hall.”

“Debate? How are you enjoying that?”

James shrugged, uncomfortable bragging about himself. “It’s fun.” He left out that he was captain of the underclassmen debate team.

“And Spanish is an elective?” John asked in an interested voice. “Does your school not have a language requirement?”

“No, it does. Two years. But I want to take Spanish for all four. I just meant, I’m taking Spanish as opposed to French or German.”

John nodded. “That’s a very intelligent choice. Does your mother help you with your Spanish studies?”

James nodded, a bit taken aback that John knew his mom spoke Spanish. It wasn’t like she spoke it often. He was surprised it came up in their time together. “Yeah, sometimes. When I was first learning last year, she labelled everything in the house. And she’ll speak to me in Spanish sometimes when I want to practice.”

“She sounds like a wonderful mother.” John spoke softly, kindly, genuinely pleased.

“She’s the best.”

~

James had returned when he said he would, but he was very light on the details. When she’d asked how camping had been, all he said was “fine.” But she knew he hadn’t gone camping. She’d called the parents of the family he claimed to be camping with, and they were home.

James was lying.

Would he really lie about spending the whole weekend with a girl? He never used to lie to her.

Patience had gone out and purchased condoms, dental dams, and a few other small but useful things and left them in the top drawer of James’ bathroom. She considered leaving him a note, assuring him they didn’t need to talk about it if he didn’t want to, but eventually decided that leaving no note would convey the same message.

She was fairly certain she had James’ sudden secrecy figured out until a few days after his return. James had just gotten on the bus for school, and she was about to head to work. She pulled out her phone to check her banking app, debating the financial pros and cons of stopping for a coffee on the way.

She froze.

She double-checked that the name at the top of the account was hers. Then triple-checked. It was. She went into her checking account, to see where the staggering windfall of cash had come from.

And then she threw up.

~

James couldn’t focus at all. He hadn’t taken a single note, hadn’t read anything his teachers wrote on the board. He’d even been called on in government class, but he hadn’t even heard the question. His mind was elsewhere. Back in a Montana correctional facility with his dad.

His dad who was friendly, who missed flying his planes, who wished his siblings were housed in the same facility. His dad told him what each of the small tattoos on his hand meant, who laughed kindly when James clarified the latest teen slang he’d used, who promised to keep in touch and had already kept his word – a letter had arrived in his secret PO box just yesterday.

The same dad who was and remained a religious extremist, who’d used his legal knowledge to cheat people out of their homes and businesses, who’d cut off food supply to the Holland Valley. The same dad who’d tortured people, who’d skinned people, who’d murdered people.

James thought that meeting his dad would clear things up, but he’d never felt muddier…

~

John had aged well in the intervening 16 years. He had lines around his eyes, and his hair and beard had gone salt-and-pepper, but it worked. He looked just as good, if not better, than he had when she last saw him. How was it possible to age so well in prison? It hardly seemed fair.

He smiled at her from across the table, with that same charming smile and those sparkling white teeth. “Deputy. What a wonderful surprise.”

Patience glared at him. “Cut the shit and don’t call me that.”

“Patience Ekner.” The smile didn’t leave his face. “Or Rook, now, isn’t it? Cute.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you find this amusing, truly, but I actually need to speak with you.” They fell back into their old banter so easily that it startled her.

John leaned easily, comfortably, back in the cold metal chair. He nodded for her to continue.

“What the hell is that money?”

“It’s for my son,” he answered easily. Too easily. As if it were the most normal, natural statement in the world.

Patience had to restrain herself from leaping across the table and throttling him like she should’ve all those years ago.

“My son!”

All the mirth drained from his features and she was faced with the stony, terrifying look that lingered in the nightmares of so many Hope County residents.

“Our son. That you hid from me for 16 years.”

“He’s 15.”

“Pregnancy, dear. Also hidden.”

“And for good fucking reason!”

He scoffed. “I don’t think there’s any reason good enough to keep a father from his son. And James agrees with me.”

If looks could kill… well, John would’ve been dead long before he got her pregnant. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you even say his name.”

“Why not? It’s a perfectly good name. Strong, masculine, Biblical. I’m pleasantly surprised. I’d have expected you to name a child Björn or something ridiculous like that.”

Patience rolled her eyes. “Believe it or not, John, your opinion didn’t actually factor into what I named my child.”

He smiled softly. “Yes, it did.”

“John, I am only here to tell you to leave us alone. And to take your money back. I don’t need it.”

“It isn’t just for you. It’s for James.” How calmly he spoke did nothing but piss her off even further. “I’m assuming you didn’t react well when James told you he’d visited me.”

Patience stayed silent and John grinned as she fell into the obvious trap.

“Oh…?” His tone was thick with blatantly-faux surprise. “He didn’t tell you? And I suppose you didn’t tell him you were here now?”

She remained silent, glaring.

“Interesting. It seems you’re both talking more to me than to each other.”

“Stop it. Just shut the fuck up and leave us alone.”

John shrugged. “I can leave you alone, yes, but if James wants a relationship with me, I have no interest in denying him.”

As Patience left, she heard him call out to her back, “You still look wonderful, Deputy!”

~

James heard his mother slam her bag down onto the table first thing when she came home. He walked into the kitchen to greet her.

“Bad business trip?”

His mom looked at him with a look he couldn’t place, one he’d never seen before.

“…Mom?”

“I wasn’t on a work trip, James. I was in Montana.”

Oh. That was the look. She knew. Of course she knew. James had never lied to his mom and he was apparently not very good at it. Not like her. He tried to quash down the unkind thought.

He also tried to quash down his initial impulse to apologize. He hadn’t done anything wrong. Well- at least, looking into this and contacting his dad wasn’t wrong. And he wasn’t going to apologize for that. The stealing and the sneaking off to Montana… that might warrant an apology.

“James…” Then his mom was rushing towards him, taking him into her arms, holding him so tightly she was practically crushing him.

And then he was hugging her back.

“How? How did you find this out?”

James sighed. “I was doing a Wikipedia deep dive on cults…”

His mom raised one eyebrow, perplexed. “Why were you doing that?”

He felt his face redden as he thought about Millie from geometry class. But he explained nonetheless, “My friend Millie is into true crime. She was interested in Jonestown, so I just… did a little research.”

He nearly jumped, he was so startled when his mom burst into raucous laughter. Seeing the look on his face, she tried to pull herself together.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I’m sorry; it’s not funny. Just, that we got into this mess so you could impress a girl!” She laughed again and kissed his forehead. “Oh, you are so my son…”

James grinned at the joke.

“So. How did you realize?”

“I look like him.”

She nodded. “You really, really do.”

“I saw some videos of some of the trial.”

She nodded again, squeezing his arm in support. “That must have been hard.”

“I saw lots of interviews with you, too. Ekner?”

“Yes, Ekner,” she smiled kindly. “That was my grandpa’s name. It’s Swedish.”

James nervously chewed his lip, in much the same way his mom often did. “Yeah. You look Swedish.” He paused. “I don’t.”

“No. You don’t. I don’t know where John’s family is originally from.”

They were silent for a long moment until he finally spoke again. “Why?”

“Why what, honey?”

“Him.”

“Oh.” His mom looked down, as if gathering strength. And then she was honest with him. Truly honest. “You have to understand, it was like the world was ending. Not like the Peggies thought – that’s what we called the cultists, Peggies. Not literally, like them. But like the world as I knew it was ending. We had no phone, no TV, no internet. I was the last law enforcement officer left, and I wasn’t enforcing any laws. I was just trying to save people where I could.

“Everyone was armed. And everyone was using their arms. There was no food. I went hungry a lot. Hunted and fished when I could. My home, along with lots of others, had been burned down. I slept in abandoned cabins, unoccupied bunkers, and in trees stands. People were trying to kill me and I killed people. Always in defense of myself or others, but I’ve taken lives.

“I never thought I’d see a day where I could check the news on my phone, drive to work, go out to eat with friends, go on a walk unarmed… It was a completely different world. It was a war. Horrifying. The things I saw… well, I’m sure you read about them.”

James nodded. “I saw some pictures.”

He was once again pulled into his mom’s arms. “I’m so sorry, James. I never wanted you to see anything like that. I’m sorry you had to. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. I want- Just keep going.”

“Ok.” She nodded and continued, “It was basically the end of the world. And in spite of everything he was doing, he was charming. And we became… well, obsessed with each other. Rivals, almost, though that makes it sound trivial. Taunting each other over the radio, going out of our ways to make each other’s lives harder, even in ways not specifically related to the cult or the resistance…

“And then it just sort of happened.

“And then it kept happening. In spite of everything he was doing. I knew it was wrong. And it’s not that I didn’t care… it’s that I didn’t care enough.”

“…Oh.”

“But I can’t regret it because it brought me you.”

He returned her small smile.

“And I’m sure you’re angry with me. And I’m sure you’re hurt.”

Yes and yes. But he didn’t respond.

“You’re allowed to be upset, you know.”

“I am,” James admitted.

“Everything I’ve done has been to protect you. He’s not a good man.”

“I know.” He looked down at the linoleum flooring beneath them. “But he’s still my dad.”

“Just biologically.”

James simply shrugged. “Maybe. But shouldn’t I get to decide that?”

His mom’s eyes watered with unshed tears and her face became pink in an effort not to cry. “You can’t trust him, honey.”

James wasn’t sure he could trust her either anymore. But he knew in his gut he would trust her again someday. So, he spoke honestly. “I don’t trust him. I just want to know him.”

“I don’t think he’s the kind of person anyone can truly know.”

“Did you know him?”

His mom hesitated a long time before telling him, “I’m not sure.”

“Oh.”

She gently squeezed his arm again. “I can tell you what I do know?”

James looked into his mom’s eyes and nodded once. And for the first time, she began to tell her son about his father.

[jthmreferences]

The headvoices (plus Mr. Samsa!!!)

Doughboys

So, in the first issue there's only one doughboy and it's D-boy. But he looks a bit different from how he looks for the rest of the series. He has long, black sleeves that would be given to Mr. Eff instead in the next issue. I'm not sure if this means that issue 1 takes place before Eff existed (in the bios it says that D-boy is two years older) or what.

For most of the series, D-boy has a white hat with columns of skulls and a black brim. It also has a little creepy face on it. I think this face was a way Jhonen used to sign his initials. He has 'FUCK' on his front, a black scarf, and three thin stripes on his arms with black gloves. He has spiral eyes with tears coming down, his nose has a dot and four squiggles, and his mouth is white with a black tongue.

Though the back cover of issue 2 shows a pile of skulls instead of individual towers.

Eff has a black hat with little ghosts and the brim has vertical stripes. His scarf is white and his front has a stripe and a box that says 'Z?'. He also took the sleeves D-boy had at first. His eyes are blank with a thick outline, arrows pointing away from the face and they're surrounded by squiggles or spikes, like a cartoon sun. He seems to have a pig nose and his mouth has a bunch of lines and may have arrows at the ends. His mouth is black with a white tongue. They both have black feet or shoes or whatever.

They also both have flat backs that are painted. D-boy has a spiral behind his head and Eff has... an arrow?? That would make sense.

When we do see them in color we see that Mr. Eff has purple on his hat and red eyes and scarf. D-boy seems to just be black and white. It seems the same at the end of I Feel Sick except the skulls on D-boy hat are black now. In the recent print Jhonen has changed quite a few things. The biggest thing is that D-boy now has glowing blue eyes to match Eff's red ones. Their hats are also very different. Now D-boy's has one big white skull as the top and Eff has a black skull with the teeth coming all the way down. D-boy has a little frowny face on the brim and Eff has a little smiley face. He also doesn't have the stripes anymore. Eff's front and gloves seem to be a dark green now (or it could just be the lighting or something). D-boy now has just two thicker stripes on his arms and has two squiggles on his nose and now it kind of looks like a mustache.

Reverend MEAT and Mr. Samsa

It looks like Meat and Mr. Samsa were planned to also be doughboys originally. One was named Senor Bondage and it says "the urge to give in to the mentality of being a physical being. Driven by organic whim." This sounds exactly like Meat. The other doughboy, Nil, which means 'nothing', says "The Little Creatures That Live Inside Us--Fashioned by dough or clay, from the things we hope no one can ever see." Not completely sure what that means, but Mr. Samsa IS a little creature.

Anyway, I think Jhonen changed it because he realized it would be really redundant if Johnny came back and once again had two doughboys talking to him. It would feel like nothing had changed. It was an extra good decision to have Mr. Samsa not even be a headvoice, but something Johnny could project his desire on to. Instead of being dragged back and forth by two opposing voices, it's Johnny himself and his desire to be emotionless like Mr. Samsa (which isn't true. bugs have lots of little bug emotions) vs Meat and his desire for Johnny to give in to all of his emotions. This is also shown in the fact that he doesn't trust Meat at all when he thought of the doughboys as his friends.

Reverend MEAT doesn't get a chance to change much. He's able to move around to some extent right away, making his burger disappear and making his eyes blank, like Eff. They also have stitch marks going up from them. His shirt can have different words on it, like Johnny's shirts, and he has sharp teeth and overalls. In I Feel Sick we see that he has red eyes, but then they get changed to a glowing pink. The pattern on his overall might be gone now and they might be red, but it's hard to tell.

Mr. Samsa is an immortal roach (or a series of roaches) and he stays that way. He hasn't shown up in group shots of the headvoices because he doesn't talk and is just a little bug who likes candycorn.

Nailbunny

Nailbunny hasn't changed at all aside from the one big change that happened in the comics. He was a dead bunny with a huge nail in him, but Eff rips his head off and now he's just a floating bunny head. He's blue and can fit on an ice cream cone.

Fetus in a Jar

It had one line in issue one where it distracted Johnny from killing himself by telling him that a funny commercial was on. Usually I would assume it's just some Early Installment Weirdness, but it showed up in a recent print with the other headvoices, so I guess it's canon. Now's it's in some other fluid-filled container and it looks like it was some oddity Johnny bought at a store or something rather than he himself finding a fetus somehow and just putting it in a jar.

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

The Real Winter Soldier.

Bucky's reputation proceeds as he heads out one night to relieve some stress - but perhaps people know him less than they think when he decides to eliminate an enduring problem, with climactic results. Prompts fulfilled: ‘Boys With Pretty Eyes’ – Bug’s First Bingo (@unfortunate-beetle-and-friends); ‘Bad Reputation’ – Build-a-Bucky Bingo (@buckybarnesevents); ‘Bi-Wildered’ and ‘Stalker with a Crush’ – @multifandom-flash (Double) - Blackout! Find the Masterlist here!; ‘Anonymous Sex’ (Alternate) – The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, and Deep (@darcylewisbingohq); ‘Do it Again’ and ‘Submissive Lover’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition). CW: Smut.

Check it out below, or on AO3 here. Boards at the bottom. This awesome divider is by @atlasscrumpit!

I’d heard of the place a few times over the years. It always sparked the same idea, but I’d pushed it away time and again, hoping that the situation would eventually rectify itself.

But it didn’t, and now I was here – standing outside a nondescript building, identifiable only by a small plaque by the black door, shining gold letting declaring ‘innominate’.

My hands shook as I stepped inside, clad in unremarkable, anonymous black, my hood up, the lower portion of my face obscured by a dark face mask, printed with the lower half of an ominous skull.

Anonymous I may be, but I still had a reputation to uphold.

The inside was surprisingly light and airy, and the blonde girl behind the pale wooden counter beamed broadly as I entered.

“Hi! Welcome to innominate. Is this your first visit with us?”

Her jovial, upbeat tone eased my nerves somewhat, and I nodded silently, nervous about how identifiable my voice may be. She clapped her hands excitedly, leaning forward in her seat. “Amazing! Would you like to hear about anonymity policies, or just dive right in?”

“I-” I broke off quickly, clearing my throat and dropping my voice another octave before continuing, “I have identifying… Marks. How certain are you that the… Individual won’t tell anyone I was here, if they recognize me?”

Her smile softened sympathetically, and she shook her head. “All of our staff sign intensive NDAs. We have been in business for eight years, and have never had a single breach in confidentiality, despite catering to some of the city’s most elite.”

I nodded slowly, distinctly impressed by their success rate, feeling somewhat reassured. “I’m pleased to hear that. So… How does this- How do I…?”

She grinned once more, sliding a tablet over the counter. “This shows who��s currently available, and will let you know a little about them. Take all the time you need; just let me know who you decide on, and I’ll show you through when you’re ready.”

Another nod, and I took a seat, pulling my hood a little further over my head as someone else entered.

“Oh! Welcome back, miss. The usual?” the receptionist chirruped, and the patron chuckled.

“Yes, please, Evangeline. I’m rather fond of Roxy.”

One of the images on my screen – a heavily pierced and tattooed individual, sporting black lipstick and sharp eyeliner – vanished immediately. The client turned and caught my eye as I glanced up curiously, the crinkle in her forehead giving away the smile beneath her blue face mask. “Ah… New meat?” I hesitated before nodding, and she winked broadly. “Don’t worry. It’s not as scary as you think. You’ll be fine.”

I grinned behind my own mask, inclining my head gratefully and earning a happy wave in response before she trotted off, her enthusiasm evident.

I was halfway through the catalogue, having come across several possibilities, but there was nothing – nobody – yet who particularly spoke to me, until a pair of gorgeous mahogany eyes bore into mine.

Oh…

My finger tapped the image automatically, opening the file to a flurry of pictures, my breath catching in my throat.

Oh.

The man was stretched out in a variety of poses and degrees of dress, brandishing a selection of whips and canes, handcuffs and ropes, his biceps tensed and the muscles of his back flexed beneath an expertly rendered tattoo of a ship.

The Lieutenant Age: 28 Height: 6’0” Body Type: Muscular Kinks: Shibari, marking, squirting, sub/dom dynamics, sadomasochism, anal. Preferred gender: Any and all! Specialises in: BDSM, inexperience.

The Lieutenant was previously a Navy man, so he knows his way around ropes and has endless patience. His confidence in his own skill is so high, he offers a money-back guarantee if climax is not achieved within sixty minutes*.

*Denial practices and similar render this guarantee null and void.

Oh. Well. He seems… Nice?

I reapproached the desk shyly, the tablet clenched between my fingers. The receptionist – Evangeline, apparently – looked up as I stood before her, fixing me with another encouraging smile. “You’ve made your decision?” With a small, sheepish nod, I offered the device back to her, the man’s face staring up between us incriminatingly. She grinned a little wider, her gaze finding mine knowingly. “A good choice. He’s highly rated. Did you bring any special instructions?”

“Special instructions?” I repeated uncertainly, my palms sweating.

She quickly shook her head, hands raised to soothe my nerves. “Some patrons like to provide specific instructions for their meeting. You could prepare some now, if you’d like?” I hesitated briefly before shaking my head, and she nodded once, making a note. “Well, if you visit us again, it may be worth bearing in mind – certain outfits, scenarios, equipment…” I swallowed anxiously, and she beamed. “No requirement, of course; it’s just something to consider. So – are you ready to go through?”

With an uncertain nod, I fell into place behind her as she lead the way down a hall behind the desk, my heart racing. She paused beside a blank door, a plaque similar to the one on the outside of the building secured to the wall, ‘The Lieutenant’ shimmering at me in that same ethereal gold. With a gentle knock, she opened the door slightly, ushering me forward with a thumbs up and a mouthed ‘have fun!’.

Most of the room appeared as if a standard bedroom – a four-poster bed with red silk sheets, a floor length mirror, a couple of wardrobes… And a number of unidentifiable, intimidating contraptions to one side, half-obscured by a hanging sheet.

But the focus of the space was undoubtedly the man lounging on the bed, one hand behind his head, dark eyes shifting to mine as I leant against the door.

“There’s a form for you to fill out on the desk… Bring it to me when you’re done, and we’ll make a start. It’s nothing serious,” he added with a grown when I hesitated, a hint of an accent sending a shiver down my spine. “Just preferences, hard limits, interests… Things like that.”

I knotted my fingers in front of myself nervously pulling at the tips of the glove on my left hand uncertainly. “I, uh…” I trailed off, and he chuckled.

“You won’t surprise me. I’ve seen it all.” I winced as he spoke, looking away, and he hesitated. “You’ve never… Explored?”

“I’ve never been with a man,” I replied shortly, my cheeks colouring, and heard him rise from the bed, crossing over to stand before me. The rolled-up sleeves of his shirt exposed strong forearms, and I swallowed dryly as I shifted my gaze to his.

“You’ve never been with anyone.”

“I’ve been with people!” I retorted hotly, face flaming, falling silent when he raised an eyebrow pointedly. “I… I’ve done… Some things. Giving things. With som- with one person. …Once.”

“My, my… The great Bucky Barnes is a virgin, hm?”

My head snapped up in surprise, feeling myself pale. “How- Why would you think that I’m-”

“I’d recognise those eyes anywhere.”

With a dry swallow, I tugged down my mask, smirking with far more bravado than I felt. “What are you – some kind of stalker with a crush, or something?”

“Just a fan of attractive men with a bad reputation,” he quipped back, moving a little closer. “I’ve warmed myself on many a cold night thinking about those baby blues staring up at me while you’re on your knees – or down at me while I’m on mine.”

I gulped audibly as he rested a hand against the door beside my head, the warmth of his breath ghosting over my skin as he smiled. “You must have come here today with some idea of what you wanted, Winter Soldier. Why don’t you tell me the things that have you squirming and stroking that cock, and I’ll see what I can do to make them come true?”

A shy shrug, and my eyes flicked to his once more, tongue darting out to wet my dry lips nervously. “I… Y-You can do anything you like to me, Lieutenant. I just kind of want to get it over with.”

He sighed with a grin, thumb trailing gently over my jaw. “No, no, boy. I’m going to take my sweet time with you. You’ve given me a very high honour, and I intend to make the very most of it.” I blushed, and he smirked, grasping my chin between his fingers. “But… If you’d like to give me free range, I’ll make sure and certain to make your world implode.” I nodded quickly as he leant closer, my breath hitching in my chest as his mouth paused a half-inch from mine. “Say ‘yes, Sir.”

“Y-Yes, Sir…” I stammered at a whisper, and no sooner had the words left my lips than they were pressed firmly to his, my back meeting the wood hard as I whimpered quietly. His fingers knotted in my hair, free hand sliding up the edge of my shirt to grasp my hip as he pressed himself to me. The feeling of his cock digging into my abdomen made me tremble nervously, and he pulled back far enough to shoot me a grin.

“So you’ve never touched another man, hm?” he purred, mouth trailing over my throat as I gasped and shook my head. His hand found mine, guiding my fingers to the straining in his slacks and inhaling sharply at my tentative touch. I let my body react instinctively, free hand seeking his belt, eager to have his skin against my own, and he snorted. “So enthusiastic, huh? You go right ahead, snowflake. Put those hands to good use… And then we’ll see what that mouth can do.”

The sound that emanated from my chest was embarrassingly needy, earning a chuckle from the man pressing me to the door, my hand reaching into his underwear. He groaned roughly against my neck, hips twitching into my palm as I caressed him clumsily, before snorting softly. “Just relax, Snowflake. You’re overthinking it... Just do what you’d do to yourself.”

My hand stuttered on his length, and I bit my lip nervously as his lips skirted my collarbone, fingers slowly pressing higher up my stomach, trailing lightly over my ribs. “I-I, uh...”

His other hand worked to cup the front of my jeans, and he froze, leaning back with his eyebrows raised. “... Did I... Are you not... Enjoying yourself?”

My face heated, and I shook my head quickly. “No- I mean, I am, I- This is good, I just- I’m really enjoying myself, it’s just that-”

“Hey.” I met his eyes, and he smiled softly. “It’s okay. Take your time; I just want you to have a good experience, yeah?” I nodded slowly, shyly, and he cupped the back of my neck to pull me with him, kissing me deeply whilst moving toward the bed.

I let out a soft gasp as my back hit the sheets, his body half atop mine, squeezing his length gently and earning a quiet whine for my effort. His fingers slipped into my waistband, lips at my throat, and my eyes fixed on the canopy overhead as his hand shifted lower.

“... Oh. Oh. I see...”

I winced, muscles tensing as he froze, tears pricking my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I breathed, voice cracking, and his head shot up quickly.

“You- What? Why?” His hand was still in my pants as I shrugged, and he kissed me softly. “You have nothing to apologise for. This doesn’t change a damn thing. I just didn’t- I had no idea that you... I shouldn’t have assumed, though.”

With a weak chuckle, I shrugged again, hyperaware of his fingers resting gently on my freshly shaved crotch. “Nobody knows. Except... Well, you, now.”

“Do you want me to carry on?” he breathed, smiling when I nodded, his lips brushing mine once more. “Anything I shouldn’t... Say? Touch?” I shook my head, trembling lightly, and he purred, nuzzling into my jaw. “Relax, boy... I’m going to show you the stars.”

My muscles unclenched, and I nodded, eyes closing as his fingers crept lower.

Oh. Oh. Oh, wow...

My back arched as his fingertips brushed against my tender clit, a humiliating groan bursting from my lips, making him chuckle against me. “That’s it – god, so needy... Look how eager you are for me, snowflake...” His thumb skirted light circles over my clit as his fingers slid lower, trailing along my wetness, grunting with pleasure as my legs inched apart automatically. “Tell me to stop at any time,” he whispered. No sooner had I nodded than one fingertip pressed inside me gently, making my body clench automatically against the intrusion. His hand paused, lips caressing my throat to relax me, murmuring soft encouragement into my skin until he could continue.

“Oh...” I breathed as my body began to react to his gentle touches, any thoughts of pleasing him briefly pushed from my mind as I fisted the sheets in my ecstasy. “Oh... Oh, God...”

He chuckles quietly, shifting to kneel beside me, freeing his hand to jerk my jeans down with a grin. “My fantasy requires very little reworking...” His eyes found mine, earth and ocean locked together, and he smiled a little more softly. “I’m still going to want those eyes on me when I taste you.”

I gulped and nodded, propping myself up on my elbows to watch him as he slid my boxers down my legs, a low shiver working through my body anxiously. Rough palms on my thighs sent sparks of pleasure along my nerves, and a gasp was torn from my lips as he tugged my legs apart, exposing my wetness to him shamelessly. His gaze sparkled as he took me in, chewing on his lip eagerly for a moment before he dropped to his chest, burying his face against me with a groan.

I yelped in pleasure, back arching when his tongue trailed the length of me, one hand on each of my thighs pressing them further to offer myself to him without hesitation. He drew back just long enough to grin up at me, winking as he licked his lips. “Mmm... Every bit as delicious as I imagined.” My head fell back as he returned his tongue to my slit, finger working its way back inside me. My eyelids fluttered in pleasure, a soft whine sneaking between my teeth as he licked and sucked at me, but I couldn’t help stiffening when a second digit brushed my entrance. “Easy, sweet boy... Relax...” he murmured, peppering soft kisses over my clit until my body uncurled, permitting a second fingertip to slide inside me. I groaned at the pleasurable stretch, toes curling, one hand finding his hair to pin him closer. He let out a sound of surprised delight as he worked me ever more eagerly, digits striking an unfathomable spot inside me that make my breath stutter and electricity jolt through my veins.

“O-Oh- oh, fuck... God, that- that’s- God, don’t stop, please-” I stammered uselessly, rutting against his face desperately, body trembling. He guided me on for a moment more, sending me barrelling ever closer to my quickly-approaching climax – and leaving me shaking and whimpering when he drew back quickly. “Wh- No, please, please don’t- I need you to-”

He shifted up my body to kiss me deeply, the taste of me on his tongue making me blink in surprise.

Well... That’s... Unexpectedly hot...

“Breathe, boy... I only get one opportunity to give you your first orgasm at the hand of another. And I’ll be damned if I’m not having you screaming on my cock.”

I gulped and nodded, my hands moving to push his shirt from his shoulders, pulling eagerly at the buttons. “Yes. Yes, Sir. Please.” With a soft groan, he pushed down his slacks, kicking himself free from his layers until he lay naked over me.

“Shirt off. I want every damn inch of you.”

With a frantic nod, I dragged the material over my head, wincing minutely at the ragged scar at my shoulder where flesh melted into metal, and the parallel lines across my chest. At this, he paused for a moment, taking the time to trail soft kisses from one side of my chest to the other, and then along the rough skin at the amputation site. “Winter Soldier... You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, moving to kiss me gently as I blushed. His chest met mine, one hand tangling in my hair, his cock pressing against my thigh lightly while I shivered nervously. Reaching out, he snagged a condom off the bedside table, but I shook my head, catching his wrist gently.

“Do you have to?” I murmured, swallowing. “I-I... I don’t mind if you do. But I’d like to know what it- the most... Real experience.”

He frowned minutely, dropping the foil and meeting my eyes seriously. “I’m clean. I always use a rubber at work. But what about-”

“Not a risk,” I interrupted quickly, shaking my head. “None of it... Works.”

With a gulp, he nodded, and I quivered as he maneuvered himself until his tip brushed against me lightly. His mouth find mine to swallow my gentle whimper as he pressed forward – but he drew back quickly to let out a low groan, forehead meeting mine. “F-Fuck, Snowflake – the tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever had...” My nails dug into his back with mild discomfort and intense delight, his words notably and unexpectedly arousing, legs lifting to wrap tightly around his waist.

“All for you, Lieutenant,” I gasped, burying my face in his throat. “Y-you’re the first person ever... The only one- Fuck, so big...”

With a quiet growl, he bottomed out inside me, pausing to pant against my hair, resting for just a moment. “Are y- fuck, that’s so good, so wet, so tight, clenched around me like a goddamn vice... A-are you okay?” I nodded quickly against him, feeling unusually but deliciously complete, his free hand finding my waist to ground himself before he drew back slowly.

“I’m good, I’m good, I’m- Holy shit, that’s- I can’t- You-” My useless whimpering dissolved into whines and mewls as he shifted, working every inch of his thick cock inside me, stretching me out with admirable patience.

“That’s it, soldier. You’re doing so well – look at that wet pussy taking me so prettily... You feel so good, sweet boy...” His fingers shook minutely as he caressed my jaw, kissing me deeply as his thrusts slowly increased in speed, leaving me gasping for breath as my body began to jerk under his strength.

“I- L-Lieutenant, I- I can’t- I’m-”

He growled as his hips met mine harder, the grip on my waist releasing to free his fingers to tease my clit encouragingly. “That’s it, boy. Give it to me. Squeeze that perfect cunt around my cock and come for me like the eager little slut for me.” His thrusts became more erratic as I worked myself against him frantically, whimpering when he began to slam into me with a renewed passion. “Scream for me, soldier. Show me how much you love it.”

My nails clawed desperately at his back as the room filled with the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin, sharp gasps of pleasure and my quickly increasing moans until my back arched, body unravelling under his rough thrusts and gentle touch. “F- I’m- I- Lieutenant, yes, just like that, just there, I-!”

He buried himself inside me as my entire body jerked and spasmed, muscles clenching around him as I cried out. His lips by my ear parted in a deafening groan, and I whimpered at the feeling of his hot seed spilling inside me, his firm thrusts slowing gradually as he pressed a soft, trembling kiss to my sweat-damp hair.

I lay in his bare arms, still panting lightly, his fingers caressing the metal of my arm tenderly as we came down together.

“So? Good enough for your first time?” he asked softly, and I laughed, head meeting his chest.

“I can’t imagine it gets much better,” I breathed, shivering happily. “That was... Earth-shattering.”

With a quiet snort, he squeezed me gently, stretching himself out beneath me. “Well... You’ve still got a couple of hours left yet. Anything particular you’d like to do with your time?”

His gaze met mine, and I smirked, tensing gently around his length still resting inside me, making his pupils flare with lust. “Do it again.”

Eyebrow arching, he waited for me to nod affirmatively before pinning me down, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

[badbreadpuns]

Soft Wings (2/4)

Characters: m!moth x f!reader Content: a charming bookstore, tsundere moth boy, protective monster boyfriend Rating: Lemon (first 3 parts sfw) Word count: ~1,100 words Content warning: intrusive thoughts (this story is about the reader recovering but this could still be upsetting.)

Wednesdays are the highlight of your week now.

Each appointment, Ms. Maxwell sends you to Saturn’s room so you can spend time with him. The two of you have fun together, reading, drawing, playing board games. It’s nice to have something to look forward to.

This Wednesday is no different. Stepping into the room, you’re greeted by a beaming Saturn.

“Welcome back.”

You sit in your favorite chair, a soft smile forming.

“What would you like to do today?”

“I wanted to read, but noticed on the bus ride that I forgot my book…”

“That’s no good.” He holds his chin as he ponders. “My family owns a bookstore, I can take you there.”

“I love that idea.”

Saturn takes you to Ms. Maxwell’s office. She turns to you as the door shuts.

“You’re back early. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, Ms. Maxwell.”

“I want to take her downtown. May I?”

She’s silent for a moment, but her smile lets you know it’s okay. “Sounds fine to me. Don’t get lost.”

Saturn chuckles. “We won’t, don’t worry.”

Stepping outside the building, the cold greets you like a slap to the face.

“Brr.”

“Are you cold?” He holds out a lower arm and lifts his wing. “Here.”

Your cheeks heat up, and not because of the chill. “Thanks.”

An arm wraps around your shoulder, drawing you close—the fuzz warms you instantly. His wing covers your back like a cape.

“Does that feel better?”

You nod, your eyes darting away from his. You’re not used to being so… Close to someone.

His chuckle is soft and playful. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You appreciate the quiet stroll to the bookstore under Saturn’s wing. Downtown soon comes into view. Water soars into the air and cascades into the waiting fountain. Trees circle the street, their leafless branches covered in lights.

“Have you been downtown at night?”

Shaking your head, you give him a “no.” You don’t leave your house after dark if you can help it.

“The trees are pretty when they’re lit up.” His smile is enough to keep you warm. “Maybe we could see them together some time.”

That sounds nice.

Saturn passes by the buildings, stopping in front of one.

“We’re here.”

Between a nail salon and an electronics store is Black Cat Books. A cat-shaped sign hangs from its side, dangling in the winter breeze. Below it is a large window, displaying several books both new and old. Printed on the window in a serif font is the name, and underneath are the words “Want new books? Check meowt.” The pun makes you chuckle.

“I’ve wanted to visit here.”

A bell rings as you open the door and step inside. The scent of old paper almost overwhelms you, but it isn’t unpleasant. Near the back of the shop is a figure moving around and placing books on the shelves. A lavender moth, much smaller than Saturn, stands behind the counter, his back towards you.

“Greetings, welcome to-” The bug boy turns, his face souring once he sees his customers. “Oh. It’s you.”

“Nova, that’s no way to treat a guest!” He gestures towards you. “Save the sibling rivalry for later.”

Nova squints, his frown dissolving as he registers your presence. “Didn’t see her. Welcome to the store.”

Saturn bends his knees, whispering into your ear. “He forgot his glasses again.”

Nova rolls his eyes, pitch black like his brother’s. “My eyesight isn’t _that _bad.”

“At least your hearing is good!” Saturn gives you a wink and a grin. “Don’t be afraid to look around. While you do that, I’ll head to my room real quick.”

Saturn goes through a door on the back wall, leaving you with his brother. Nova’s expression softens, though a small frown lingers.

“He’s only cocky because of his size.” He sits his elbow on the counter, resting his chin on an open palm. With an annoyed puff he blows his antennae away from his eyes. “Males of our kind are usually smaller… Like me.”

Sounds like a sore spot. Maybe you should change the subject. “I love the store. It’s so cozy.”

A hint of a smile crosses his face. “Thanks.” He turns back to what he was doing before. “Let me know if you need help finding anything.”

You’re drowning in a sea of books, unsure where to start looking. This isn’t even the only room; on the eastern wall is a doorway leading to more shelves. Colorful covers and intriguing titles compete for your attention.

Signs hanging above the shelves, each with a black paw print and cutesy font, point out the home of the genres. Fantasy and sci-fi books lurk in the next room, so you start your search there. By the time Saturn returns, you hold a space adventure starring a centaur.

“Did you find something good?”

“I’ve read stories by this author before. Her romances are always cute.”

You place the book on the counter. Nova rings it up, placing your purchase in a bag.

“Have a good day.”

“It was nice to meet you, Nova.”

Nova almost smiles. Or is less grumpy than earlier, at least. He waves you off as you and Saturn leave.

As the door closes behind you, you huddle into Saturn’s fuzz to fight off the cold. He chuckles, wrapping a lower arm around your shoulder.

“Sorry I left you. I went to feed my cat.”

“It’s okay, I had fun.”

“Nova’s nice under all that grump. He’s shy, like you.”

During your trek back to the office you reach an intersection. Cars zoom by as you wait for the light to turn red.

Step into the street.

Grasping at Saturn’s side, you hide your face in his fuzz.

“Is something wrong?” You can’t see his expression, but there’s worry in his voice.

“It’s… Okay.” The fluff muffles your voice. “I’m okay.”

“Ms. Maxwell told me about your intrusive thoughts.”

Words fail to leave your throat.

“You won’t act on them. You’re safe.”

Wet fuzz brushes against your cheeks. Saturn’s hand rubs your back as you cry into his side, his wings flapping softly against you.

“Take a deep breath.”

You breathe in. As you breathe out, your worry slowly flows out through your nostrils. The tears wind down as you calm yourself.

“That’s it. Do you feel better?”

You look up at him, answering with a quiet nod.

“Good.” His concern melts away, replaced by a warm smile. “Let’s go back to the office.”

Saturn holds you close as you head back, guarding you from the road.

[buckys-little-belle]

Cafe BigNSmall - Steve Rogers (Chapter One)

The First Meeting Of Forever

Steve x Little!Reader (He/Him pronouns used)

Warnings - Talks of bugs (As an interest, no one touches or has a bug), Talks of bumble bees (Again only as an interest), talks of food, reader and Steve both eat food, talks of juice, orange juice

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post and with this blog SFW, you will be blocked if you don’t keep all interactions SFW.

Note - This is a “Sibling Series” to my original Cafe BigNSmall series that includes Bub and Mr (Aka Bucky x Little!Reader (She/Her Pronouns used). The original series can be found on my Masterlist (Aka pinned post) . This “Sibling Series” would not be possible without my followers, especially without my 🐝 anon, who helped me really develop the reader’s character, and for that I’m forever thankful! This chapter is really just an opening one, it may seem short but it really is just laying the ground work and allowing us to see the characters connect for the first time!

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“Come on Steve, it will be worth it I promise.” Bucky’s words rang through Steve’s mind as he stood outside the cafe he used to frequent years ago.

“It won’t be the same Buck.” Steve once tried to reason.

“No, it won’t be the same, if anything punk it’s better.” Bucky teased.

So here Steve stood, his hands in his jacket pockets, sunglasses now hung on his t-shirt, and his hat still on expecting nothing but disappointment inside the cafe.

As he walked in a small bell, hung above the front door, rung. “Hi!” The barista chirped, her curly hair bouncing as the smile on her face grew. “Can I get you anything?”

Steve probably looked like a fish out of water, his face contorted in a look of unfamiliarity. “Could I have a black coffee please?” He asked, his voice clear even though his mind wasn’t.

“Of course, just a moment.” She cheered as she got to work making him a black coffee.

Steve took this time to look around, the cafe seemed pretty empty, a few people sitting in booths, but nothing really interesting. His eyes eventually wandered to the back of the cafe, a small booth with limited natural light was being occupied by a, seemingly, little, reading a book. A smile grew on Steve’s face, he looked happy, engrossed in whatever he was reading, and he looked comfy. The boy was wearing a pair of jeans, and a sweatshirt, the sweater printed with different types of bugs and plants, each species name written underneath.

“Sir?” The barista said, trying to get Steve’s attention. “Your coffee is ready.”

Steve nodded, then looked back to the boy. “What was he drinking?” Steve asked as he pointed to the boy in the corner, his empty cup sitting next to him on the table.

“Just an orange juice. Honestly he never really buys anything.” She scoffed, seemingly unamused with him.

“Well can I add an orange juice to my order please?” Steve asked, a smile once again making its way onto his face, hopeful that he would like it.

“Sure, that will be $10 please.” The barista said, Steve of course was surprised with how cheep it was, everything in Brooklyn had really gone up in price, especially nice cafes like the one he was currently standing in.

Steve payed and grabbed the drinks, hesitant at first, he eventually began to walk to the boy. “Hi, I’m Steve.” Steve shakily said, the boy looked up at him, a confused look on his face. “Um, what are you reading about?” He asked, desperately trying to keep the conversation going.

“Bugs.” He said quietly, then ducked his face back to his book.

Steve huffed quietly, ‘How did Bucky do this successfully!’ he wondered. “Could I maybe sit with you? I got you an orange juice.” Steve added, placing the new juice cup on the table.

“Oh, thank you.” He said, a little louder this time. “You really want to sit?” He questioned, confused as to why this large man was being so nice.

“Yes, I would love to hear all about the book you’re reading.” Steve smiled, sitting down on the opposite booth bench as the boy. “What’s your name?” Steve asked.

“My name is Y/n.” He said, reaching for the cup and taking a sip. “I love orange juice.” He blushed.

“The barista said that’s what you always get so I just though maybe you would like another one.” Steve blushed back, his heart thumping loudly.

“I can’t really buy much here.” Y/n glanced towards the board that had all of the cafe’s products and prices of the products on it. “But an orange juice is always nice!” He beamed, genuinely happy to have someone to talk to.

“I’m more of an apple juice guy.” Steve said, lifting his coffee cup to his lips to take a sip. “But orange juice is a close second.”

Y/n smiled and looked at the table, unsure of how to continue the conversation. Luckily he didn’t have to, Steve stepping in with a question quickly. “So what bug are you reading about?”

“Oh, ‘m bumble bee’s.” Y/n said, turning his book slightly so Steve could see the pictures. The book was pretty big, the font large and pictures big, an ‘easy’ read if you will. “Did you know they have five eyes?” He beamed, his eyes as wide as his smile.

“Wow, I did not know that.” Steve said shocked, genuinely unaware of how many eyes bees had.

“I didn’t until today.” Y/n mumbled, slowly becoming engrossed in the book again. “I love learning about things, today is bumble bees but I think tomorrow I’m going to read my book on roses.”

Steve chuckled, he had no clue that there were books on carrots, but he loved that Y/n found these things interesting. “You’re quite the little scientist huh?” Steve blurts out.

“I guess so.” Y/n answered. “I don’t know much about chemicals and things though.”

“No, no.” Steve interrupted. “There are different types of scientists.”

Y/n perked up, suddenly very intruiged. “Like what?” He asked.

“Well theres biological scientists, people who study the body.” Y/n nodded his head, ready to know more. “You’re right too, some scientist study chemicals, but other scientists study nature. So bugs, plants, animals, rocks, all sorts of outdoors stuff.”

“I love rocks, animals and plants, oh and bugs.” Y/n exclaims.

“Exactly, you’re a little nature scientist.” Steve chuckled, once again sipping his coffee.

Y/n and Steve sat together in the booth for another hour, Y/n reading his book and Steve listening to Y/n when he wanted to share a new fact about Bees.

Suddenly a beeping noise rang through the air, Y/n pulled up their sweater’s sleeve to reveal a tattered and well loved watch. “Sorry, that’s my alarm, I have to go home now.” Y/n clearly looked defeated, the happiness that once radiated from him had now died down. “Thank you for hanging out with me.” He mumbled, clearly not ready to go.

“I really enjoyed hanging out with you too. Maybe I can see you again another time?” Steve asked, his words full of hope, him also not wanting the moment to end.

“Yeah!” Y/n perked up, a smile on his face as he packed up his backpack and got ready to go, pulling out a few dollar bills to give to Steve. “For the juice.” He suggested.

Steve’s face showed clear confusion, he was genuinely happy to buy some juice if it meant he got some quality company. “No no, I bough the juice for you bug.” Steve quickly said, subconsciously adding in the nickname at the end.

Y/n smiled as he put his backpack on, Steve gave him a nickname, and juice. Y/n had never felt so wanted and cherished, a larger smile now planted on his face as he was about to leave. “Can we meet tomorrow?”

“I get off work at four pm, how does that sound?” Steve asked, now standing beside Y/n as he too got ready to leave.

The pair walked out of the cafe together, finally leaving the building when Y/n answered. “Four sounds great!”

They both began to walk in separate directions before Steve stopped and called out one last time. “Don’t forget your book on roses tomorrow.”

[breannasfluff]

I do not care if we are repeating ourselves I'd like like a posted list to go back to!

Who all has what roles at the Ravioli bird wedding. Pls feel free to share any funny tidbits about their experience!

Ravio x Link Wedding:

Warriors sews the dresses Courtesy of your amazing art:

Four does the metalworking/chains, jewelry (see photo)

Wild does the catering

Wild may have never baked a wedding cake before, but he has pictures of recipes from the royal library. He practices leading up to the wedding which means the flock is rather tired of eating cake haha.

When practicing, Four drops some dead bugs in when he's not looking. Warriors ends up trying the cake and crunching on a bug. He throws a huge screeching fit and zeroes in on Four. Some say he's still flying to this day.

Wild makes red and blue candy rupees as well.

Wind takes photos, as does Twi, who’s been put in charge of Wild’s slate for the evening.

Wild will get Purah to print them out the next time they hit his era since Legend’s time doesn’t have the technology for it. They are going to have so many pictures. Not just posed, but lots of candid shots. Twilight has an eye for balance in photos and subject framing.

Wind takes selfies with the flock and small group photos or couple pictures. His pictobox is a little more limited at square photos. He's having a blast, though

Time ordains the wedding

Something something that couples mask you mentioned uhh I haven't thought much about this.

Hyrule does decorations

Lots of flowers, red and blues. Four helps because he’s got a good eye for color combos.

Hyrule recruits fairies to join in later in the evening. They join the aerial dancing.

I feel like I had another idea I forgot again lol

Sky on flower petal duty

Okay, see the flower petals in the pic below? Imagine something like that, a whole bunch of them laid down. Sky has the biggest wings, so his job is to flap his wings and send all the flower petals swirling up like a storm and then they will float down, signaling the start of the wedding.

Jewelry: Sky and Wild help Ravio; Hyrule and Four help Legend. As discussed, Four is, ah, short, and liable to be swallowed by Ledge's dress. Little wings fluttering a mile a minute trying to get free.

Hyrule hasn’t really been to many (any?) weddings. His Era doesn’t go all out like some of the others. Four is there to help directing the jewelry for the wings because of that.

Wild volunteers to help Ravio, easy! Then he’s staring at these chains and jewelry and there’s no muscle memory of how to put it on. He panics and grabs Sky to help direct.

Between Legend and Ravio? One is a blushing mess and the other looks calm, but is screaming internally while getting ready. Which is which is open to interpretation.

First Flight: I'm not explaining this yet, but Sky and Time are involved.

[cupids-cringe]

IT IS A LOVELY WONDERFUL EARLY FEBRUARY NIGHT AND YOUR LOCAL VIRTUAL VIRUS HAS RETURNED WITH PART 3 OF MY SILLY HEADCANON IDEAS FOR SOME OF THE MULTIVERSE TRAVELLERS FAVORITE SIDE CHARACTER S skrunklys- is it is it too late to call a character a skrunkly?-

working on Worldstop & Polite Benry posed a BIT of difficulty because they're SO similar!- BUT i'm quite happy with how they turned out

AS ALWAYS, NOTES BELOW!

Dr Sleepless!

• went a bit heavier on the makeup

• ze has a heck ton of glitter in their hair and a slight purple tint at the ends simply because i think it would be fun and becuase originally it started as him using glitter in his Late Late Late Late Late Show and then ze started doing it intentionally

• changed his coat! the stars and glitter are now on the inner part but its fine since ze spends so much time posing dramatically that it can always be seem flowing like a cape

• this isn't visual but since i'm talking about them i'm adding this: Sleepless' coat has cartoony physics pockets. ze can pull ANYTHING out of them. no matter how big or how much,,, he can pull 2000 rubber ducks out of completely flat looking pockets if ze wanted to.

Darnold!

• gave him a bag for all his potions, it stores both complete potions and the items he may need to craft new ones on the spot

• slightly changed his visor but kept it mostly, removed the coded binary from Kittles hacks during the events of the Worldstop AU

• slightly upgraded rocket boots

• FLAME TROUSERS!! i wasn't sure if i should add [potion] bubbles or flames, flames felt a bit that they were stepping on Bubbys flame motifs buuuut with the rocket boots i quite like it-

• return of the lightning shaped grey hair streaks

Mailman! + Bot(rey)

• added a couple heart and pin stickers which were DEFINITELY slapped there by LB- along with the writing on his bag which is 100% glitter gel pen.

• HAIR TUFTS! i just can't help myself, Mailman has some of the fluffiest (but kinda greasy) hair of all

• slightly simplified his Bot forms vest design & nametag, & included the slot where he can print his own little notes (canon)

• both of them have a friendship necklace that Loverboy made with craft beads so that they can match (i like to think that he absolutely BUGGED Spork to make Benrys virtual model a necklace like the one he'd made for the tiny Bot) (ALSO Gordon B would probably maybe make him another when hes uninfected?-)

• minor change to his heart badge on his vest

Da Boss!

• didn't do much, his designs brilliant (i LOVE the Admins matching tron outfits so much!!) all i really did was add a bit of a cape to it to match with the other Admins long coats + bit more blue in places

• subtle earrings & some changes to his boots

• NOT PICTURED BUT HE & FREEMAN HAVE MATCHING PLASTIC RINGS THAT THEY GOT FROM AN ARCADE

+ return of his Episode 1 visor cos i think hes the Benry most comfortable with showing his hair/not having his helmet (in my opinion it goes Boss, Polite, Worldstop & then Y2KVR- i will elaborate my reasons if you want)

Polite Benry!

• the MOST. NORMAL. Person you will ever know!

• his badge says "RESTRICTED RESEARCH" after the department that the Mad Science Team work in and it was handmade by their Tommy, its sort of his new security badge and he will flash it to people when hes guarding the science team

• his helmet has been through hell - it has a green sludge splash that stained and will never come out, it has a patch of metal becuase it had to be fixed after a LASER cut through it (Polite Benry was completely unharmed, it was a cartoony moment where he dodged the laser and his helmet fell off but stayed in place midair and started spinning as the laser cut into it), its got some scratches and a patch where it got struck by Bubbys electrokinisis on accident but its still a very important item to him :]

• I STOLE THIS IDEA FROM MERKLINS BUT THE COLLAR BEING POPPED UP TO MATCH THE OTHERS!! I HAD TO ITS JUST SO!! !!!!!!!!!!

• just such a normal fella

• bit of hair always visible out the helmet, occasionally he tries to tuck it back but it falls back over his eye again

Worldstop Benry!

• now. i really tried- i tried to make him look a bit more boxey than the rest because he is a Gmod NPC from the 2000s hes a bit more blocky hes a bit squared

• MISSING TEXTURE HAIR. BECAUSE I CAN. i said in a post before i didn't want to go too overboard with the missing texture motif since its part of Kittle (& Trips) designs but i wanted to do a bit more than just his helmet inside having the texture- hes a glitched NPC, he has access to a lot of the Gmod assets, hes in place of the Nihilanth & his original model probably wasn't even a Barney so hes ALLOWED to have a couple hidden fucked up textures-

• his uniform is also just slightly more purple just slightly (mainly because i wanted him and Polite Benry to not look identical (they both went through several changes & redraws since i started drawing these becuase they did at one point look like the exact same just minus 1 helmet & minus 1 vest))

• the blue in his eyes is (i'm pretty sure unless i changed it slightly) directly ripped from the Gmod logo

• helmets a bit damaged and dented

• ALSO ALSO BEFORE I FORGET i made his hair just slightly longer to kind of resemble Forzens? just slightly

[thanksforthedinosaur]

owen - qui je plaisante?

esme emerson - please

beeson - best case girl

silvie - big dreamy head

crumb - the bug

bloomsday - virtual hug

rocco! - keep a benny

buffchick - when i was pretty

luna shadows - heroine

the sewing club - loser 4 u

slow pulp - hanging by a moment

brye - not a baby

lucy rose - life's too short

winnetka bowling league - sha la la

love spells - dope sick

idlework. - willow

vampire weekend - hope

lizzy mcalpine - all falls down

kina grannis - northern lights

the ophelias - rind

ålborg - window

the goalie’s anxiety at the penalty kick - system of one

bnny - nothing lasts

babehoven - chariot

sunday (1994) - tired boy

marika hackman - slime - acoustic

chase petra - soapy water - acoustic

orville peck - cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other

toledo - way it was

bedbug - mount moon

bala - galaxy in your eyes

greyl - tsuiarei

hovvdy - every exchange

låpsley - angeles

bryan. - passionate

babebee - happy ending

capo2 - sweetie

griff - cycles

girl in red - ★★★★★

porter robinson - knock yourself out xd

ggwendolyn - windows r the doors 2 the soul

amelia moore - push up bra

josie dunne - die slow

fuvk - sos

annika bennett - power, sex, dreams

nilüfer yanya - like i say (i runaway)

sjowgren - twenty

ill peach - sigh

savoir adore - better for you

tiffi - chemtrails

eyedress - it's all in your head (feat. rico nasty)

rachel chinouriri - it is what it is

smol fish - if only

dellaxoz - come again

wisp - pandora

floral print - grubby little hands

softcult - one of the pack

thursday - application for release from the dream

lakes - kids

sunny day real estate - grendel

into it. over it. - a trip around the sun

annabel - worldviews

microwave - let's start degeneracy

orchards - i feel terrible

cloud nothings - daggers of light

rush week - do you remember

paramore - david byrne does hard times

jasimi - sting v1.mp3

tobi lou - hitchhiker

bladee - false

hannah cottrell - up/up

doja cat - headhigh

tei shi - no falta

young miko - wiggy

戌神ころね - trouble “wan”der！