#see i told you get me OFF horse tiktok

[kangaracharacha]

tiktok needs to ban me from any horse content, i cannot help but check the comments even though it's bad for my health

[vourequat]

DADDY, I LOVE YOU!

WARNING: Boothill backstory, daughter is alive!, headcanon of Dad!Boothill, fluff/angst, parent!reader.

Inspired by multiple Tiktoks that have plagued my for you page and has left me scarred for days.

Boothill and you had tried to have a baby ever since you first sealed the deal with the rings that now decorated your ring fingers, it may have been very sad for the both of you with the possibility that you'll never have kids but always reminded you that you were enough.

You and him lived a very peaceful life with you and your farm, it had been fun with your never ending honey moon phase.

You told yourself how lucky you were to be able to manage to convince a man like Boothill to marry you and make you his partner, everyday, you enjoyed watching him till the soil as you watched from afar whilst feeding your farm animals.

It was a beautiful life, until...

"Sugarcube, come see this quick!" You heard Boothill yell from the corn field, you ran as quickly as you could in fear that your husband might be injured but when you reached where he was all you saw was his back turned to you while he seemed to hold something in his hands.

"Love, what's wrong?" You began to question.

That's when he turned around, you gasped.

The most beautiful girl was in his hands, draped in a red cloth as she cooed at your husband.

It was so sad to look at knowing that this baby was most likely abandoned but this was a chance given by the aeons— to finally be parents.

You two cared for the little girl as if she was your very own, you two watched as the little grew so fast. She grew to be a daddy's girl, you had to admit that you were jealous at times but you understand that Boothill wanted this parenthood as much as you did.

Life on the farm with your husband and beloved daughter was like a dream, a dream you never ever wanted to wake up from.

"You guys stay here, a'right?" Boothill was stressed and exasperated, he didn't know why but meteors kept raining and sought havoc amongst the planet.

He couldn't think of anything else but to just do everything for you and your daughter to survive whatever this is.

He ran out with his steed to look for more survivors and possibly answers for this phenomenon, along the way, he found food and other necessities that you can live off for a while.

One of the meteors landed nearby which almost knocked him off of his horse but he managed to keep his balance, curious, he approached the meteor and was shocked at this revelation.

His horse was galloping for its life as he wanted to go back to you and your daughter, you two were probably so scared, his eyes watered at the thought as he kept trying to go beyond natural human speed just to get to you.

Once he arrived, he immediately went inside and snatched the two of you to get going and leave the house.

"What's wrong?" You asked as he mounted you onto his horse, your daughter in your arms before he mounted the horse himself.

"They're not meteors... they're fucking time bombs!" He stressed out, immediately guiding the stallion to get going.

As you were trying to leave however, a large debris landed in front of you that almost reached you all and could've killed you.

It made your heart drop.

The once beautiful planet you had both lived in your entire life was now being torn apart for a reason you don't even know why.

"Boothill..." You were crying, holding onto his arms as you tried to escape the inevitable.

He held your hand back to comfort you, he hated seeing you cry, he would hate himself if you didn't survive this catastrophe.

You soon arrive at a desolate land, the houses that once stood were now burning and turned into nothing into ashes.

"Daddy..." A small hand held onto his jacket that stopped him from doing anything.

He looked at you and at your daughter, clad in the same red cloth you both found her in when you first saw her in your corn field all alone, he tried to smile to hide his fear, he needed to be strong for his baby girl.

"I love you..." The girl uttered, trying to reach her father's eyes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

He just broke down immediately, hugging the two of you as he showered you in kisses as he repeated ‘I love yous’ after every kiss.

His eyes opened and saw one of those meteor bombs hurling towards them, you saw it too but it was all too late as it was getting so close. Boothill hugged the two of you once more, his back to the thing that was about to kill you as your bodies protected your little girl for the very last time.

"I love you, Boothill."

Those memories still felt fresh to him as tried to keep himself from crying when he was told that they will be visiting his planet after years, he had lost his body to the explosion but his head somehow managed to survive which gave way to his chance for another life in a robotic body.

But he hated this.

He hated a life without you, a life without your beloved girl.

His planet looked newer now, there were still traces of the tragedy but the people who managed to survive were now getting onto their feet to start anew.

As his others went to gather intel and try to see if there's anything they could help with, his feet unconsciously brought him to what was once your home.

It was weathered and burned down by whatever landed on it, he went inside and looked for something, just anything for aeon's sake.

There, he found a picture that stood mighty amidst the tragedy. A family picture of you and your daughter, you all looked so happy.

He laughed at the memory of that picture, you were all trying to have a decent photoshoot but then your daughter decided to lick your cheek and then went to bite her father's hand. She was a wild child, a wild child he dreamt of seeing to grow up.

"Boothill..." Acheron came in, just handing over some worn cloth to him.

When he received it, she just left.

He was a bit confused but decided to study the cloth, there was a small tag— the same tag on the cloth that he found his little girl in. Inside the cloth was a hairpin, the same hairpin he gifted you on your first wedding anniversary.

He didn't know how, but he felt something inside him shatter.

His two girls. Gone just like that.

He began to break down like before, holding the two pieces that were all left of the two of you close to where his heart once was.

Every night, those bitter sweet memories haunted him in the nights where he sought for peace.

The way he can never seem to forget how you looked at him with such love and... your daughter's very last words to him that echoes throughout his head.

He missed you so dang much, if he could bring back time he'd do so but there was not much he could do other than to respect and spread your memory.

He missed being your husband, he missed being a dad to your beautiful girl.

A/N: Do not ask me how the cloth or the hairpin survived a double homicide (impact by meteor bomb and the explosion of the bomb) because I am not a carcass expert, I just like to add more angst.

(eyes wet and heavy from crying to Tiktoks of Boothil and his daughter. Fuck the IPC)

[strniohoeee]

Reader who’s turned on by Matt’s little cowboy act!!!

Save A Horse

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt’s little cowboy accent gets Y/N going, and he takes notice to it. He takes matters into his own hands🐎

Warnings⚠️: Suggestive at parts, but no actual sex in this one🫡

Song for the imagine: Wicked Game- Chris Isaak

The world was on fire and no one

could save me but you

It’s strange what desire make foolish people do

I’d never dream, that I’d meet somebody like you

At first it started as a joke, Matt's stupid little country accent. I found it funny and cute in the beginning, but now it made my cheeks flush and my brain race with inappropriate thoughts.

I never told him this because that was embarrassing. He literally did the weird voices for his brothers and to make the viewers laugh. But here I was getting all hot and bothered by it….I needed to get a grip

He started to do the accent more once he realized my head would perk up and a sheepish smile would grow on my face. I just figured he thought I liked it and found it funny. I mean I did, but these dirty ass horny thoughts would pop into my head.

Right now I was at their house sitting on the couch with them as we scrolled on our phones, and talked here and there. I kept hearing weird cowboy videos and country songs coming from Matt’s phone. Was he really taking this country act serious? I laughed to myself at his foolishness

“Matt what the fuck are you watching” Chris asked him

“Cowboy videos….these guys are cool as fuck” he said as his eyes were glued to his phone

“Matt is this going to be your new lifestyle?” I asked him laughing

“Would you like that?” He asked me finally looking at me

I felt my cheeks grow hot at this question and my throat began to run dry

“What? What do you mean” I said stifling out a laugh

“Like eventually if we move to like the countryside and have like a farm and horses and shit” he said

Why did I think he meant something else? Lord get your head out of the gutter Y/N….

“Ohhh uh yeah that would be cool. It would be very different, but I’d like it” I said smiling at him

“And then we can get horses, and hay and a tractor” he said doing the country accent

“Shut the fuck up with the accent” Nick said smacking his brother

“Heyyy be nice I like it” I said to Nick

“This motherfucker won’t let it go like I’m tired of hearing country boy Matt” Nick said rolling his eyes at Matt

“See my lady loves it” he said doing the accent

I felt myself fighting a smile and a blush on my face

“Yeah she’s smiling and blushing like a freak” Chris said

“Fuck off” I said kicking him

“What can I say my woman has great taste” he said winking at me

A few days had passed and Matt did the accent here and there. I was fighting myself not to just jump his bones anytime I heard him.

I was laying in his bed when I heard him come out of the bathroom and walk into his room. Immediately looking up my jaw dropped.

Matt had a plaid shirt on with his chest exposed, a cowboy hat on and denim jeans that fit him just write. My throat ran dry and I felt my pupils dilate

“Matt what is this?” I said sitting up

“I know how much you love cowboys…I figured I try something out for you” he said shutting his door behind him

“Oh really?” I said scooching off his bed

“I see the way you squirm when I do the accent, and I’ve seen the TikTok’s you reposted….I turn you on as a cowboy” he said biting his lip

“What….I do not” I said avoiding eye contact

“You don’t?” He said tilting his head and looking at me

“No I don’t” I said

“Mmm your body language tells me otherwise and so does the blush on your face” he said walking over to me

“Okay fine, maybe I find it hot” I said rolling my eyes

“I know you do baby” he said pulling me in by my waist

“Matt” I whined out

“Just teasing you” he said rubbing his hands up my sides

“That’s not nice” I said looking up at him

He pouted at me before pulling me in smashing our lips together. A much needed make out happening. Our teeth clashing together and our tongues fighting for dominance as we fought to breathe.

He slowly began to kiss down my neck causing me to moan out at the feeling.

Matt pulled away to take his cowboy hat off, and I ran my hands up his chest and wrapped my hands over his neck pulling him back into me

Our tongues once again fighting for dominance. His hands running down my back and squeezing my ass before bru bringing them back up to squeeze my breast

“Oh Matt” I sighed

“I know baby, I know” he said kissing down my jawline and to my neck again

I turned us around and laid him down on the bed as I straddled him running my hands up his torso and grinding down on him.

“Just like that baby” he moaned out helping me grind down on him

I slid my shirt off and leaned back down to kiss his neck and chest, his low pants sending me to the moon and back.

“You know what they say, save a horse, ride a cowboy” I said leaning back to remove my bra

“Today is my lucky day. I’m a cowboy and I love when you ride me” he said biting his bottom lip and running his hands up to my breast to squeeze them

I melted into his touch allowing my head to roll back. Matt pulled me down towards him by my neck and continued to kiss me as I grinded on him

Matt lifted up slightly to remove his flannel when we heard the front door open

“Were backkkk where yall at” Chris yelled

“Are you kidding me” Matt said his face dropping

“Ughhh why” I said laughing and leaning my forehead on Matt’s forehead as I laughed

“I guess we’ll continue this later” he said letting out a sigh

“I guess so my love” I said slipping off of him to put my bra and shirt back on

Later that night his brothers left again, and we sure did take care of business. The save a horse ride, a cowboy had nothing on me. Matt was spent by the time we were done.

I loved cowboy Matt….

The End

I hope you guys enjoyed this one. I felt ehh about it, but also wasn’t too sure what to write for this😭😭. Love yall tho 🤭🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[blue2black]

COD incorrect quotes, but their from TikToks I saw and are now buried somewhere deep in my likes:

PART 2

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*in an Uber pt 3*

Soap: Is it that big of a deal?

Gaz: YES!

Soap: It’s just two people who love each other.

Soap: “Love Is Love”, that’s what the gay people say.

Gaz: Well, fuck them homosexuals because love and love is not the same thing in this situation.

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Makarov, holding out a gun: Put your hands up!

Price: No.

Makarov: …what?

Price: I said no.

Makarov: Why not?

Price: I don’t want to. 😒

Makarov: But I’ve got a gun.

Price: I don’t care. 🤷🏻‍♂️

Makarov: But…doesn’t make any sense! (Ō👄Ō)

Price: Too bad!

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Ghost, holding in his laughter: Johnny, I have something really important to tell you…

Soap, looking up from his sketch book: What’s up, love?

Ghost, smiling: I wanna get a job cleaning mirrors…

Soap: … *realizes this is a dad joke*

Ghost, still holding a laugh: It’s something I can really-

Soap, getting up and walking away: NO.

Ghost: -can really SEE myself doing… *breaks off into wheezing laughter*

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*Soap as soon as Price takes his eyes off of him*

Soap: Eureka! That’s it! 😃

Soap: I’ll run away! 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

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Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I let him drive just in case we get pulled over.

Alex: We're an interracial couple; everybody thinks his credit score is good 'cause of me.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I can wear bonnets and he can't, 'cause he'll get cancelled.

Alex: We're an interracial couple; every time we go out to eat the old people stare at us.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; every time you see me take a family picture, people scream "get out".

Alex: We're an interracial couple; every night he leaves the stove light on, and I think it's raising our electricity bill.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I can say certain words that he can't, like: NI-

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Price: Are you stuck?

Gaz, hanging from a bloody rope once again: ...I AM. 😭

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Ghost: What the hell were you thinking?!

Soap: You told me not to think!

Ghost: … (Ô_Ô)

Soap: … (Û~Û)💅🏻

Ghost: … (Ō_Ō) *this bitch…*

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(Alejandro and Rudy making fun of Graves)

Rudy, laughing: PARECE ZORRILLO— 🤣

*Alejandro and Rudy fall on the ground laughing their asses off*

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Laswell: Wow, a surprisingly peaceful, domestic moment.

Laswell: When will it be ruined?

Soap, Gaz, Price, Ghost: LASWELL!! 😫😫😫😫

Laswell: There it is! -_-💢

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Laswell, who’s been hearing them flirt over coms for 50 minutes: Why don’t you two cut the horse shit, and get to the part where you admit you have sexual feelings for one another.

Ghost and Soap: WOAH-!

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(Laswell asking why they all joined the army)

Ghost: NO- *buries face into a pillow*

Laswell: Ghost, why’d you join the army? 😆

Ghost, whining into the pillow: I don’t know… 😭

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Laswell: Soap, why’d you join the army?

Soap: So I can fire guns! 😃

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Gaz: … 😐

Gaz: I’ll answer that question with another question…

Gaz: Why the fuck did think this was a good idea? 🥲

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army, John?

Price: Because I had nothing better to do.

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Rudy: …’cause I’m a fucking idiot. 😐 *spanish rage*

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Alejandro: Why’d I join the army?

Alejandro: For money.

Laswell: What money? 🤨

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Alex: To find a battle boo. 😂

Laswell: 😂

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Laswell: Farah, why’d you-

Farah: Wait- *takes off headphones*

Farah: Okay, what?

Laswell, chuckling: Why’d you join the army?

Farah: Shit…

Farah: I don’t know my guy.

Laswell: Cream? 🙂

Farah: Cream. 😌

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Ghost, smiling: Knock knock.

Soap, already so over it: Who’s there? 😒

Ghost: I eat mop.

Soap: I eat mop who?-

Soap: Ugh, Simon! *walking away*

*Ghost wheezes in pure bliss*

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*in an Uber pt 4*

Gaz: I’m not open to this. At all.

Soap: Why you not open—GET open to it.

Gaz: The only thing that was open here was..your mom’s damn legs.

Gaz: And she should’ve kept them closed for her brother.

Soap: 😧

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Shepherd: Here we go…

Shepherd: 15 years and 14 hours later…

Shepherd: Best brisket in Texas.

Graves, who purposely gave Shepherd the wrong recipe: 😏 (GRAVES, YOU EVIL BI-)

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Farah: How did you know that you always wanted to be a professional Drug Cartel Leader?

Valeria: I just wanted to be a star in any way I got it.

Valeria: I said if I didn't become a star by thirty-five I was just gonna become a serial killer.

Farah: ...well, girl, how old are you? I'm getting nervous... 😨

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Gaz: Hi! I'm the witch that won't turn you into a frog because amphibians are people too!

Gaz: Kyle Garrick! *pulls out a frog and lets it hop away*

Ghost: ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅɪᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ.

Gaz: ...

Ghost: I'm Simon.

[massivedrickhead]

Sleepy prompt #10 “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep after that.”

Another short and sweet one!

I think I'm on like a 14 day streak or something, I hope the quality isn't starting to dip 😬😂

10. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep after that.”

Prompt taken from here

Read on AO3

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“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep after that,” Chloe said, hitting stop on the credits of the movie that was playing on Beca’s laptop.

“I told you it was a bad idea,” Beca said, shutting the laptop and moving it off the bed. “You don’t like scary movies, I don’t know why you always insist on watching them.”

“I do like them!” Chloe insisted. 

“They terrify you,” Beca replied.

“Which is what they’re meant to do,” Chloe countered. 

“You can never sleep after them, which means I never get to sleep after them,” Beca said.

“I’m not stopping you from sleeping,” Chloe said. Beca raised her eyebrows at her. “I’m not. You are free to go sleep in your own bed if I’m going to keep you up.”

“That wasn’t what I was saying,” Beca said. “I just don’t know why you need to watch them at night when you know how freaked out you get.”

Chloe shrugged. “It’s all part of the fun.”

“Fun?”

“If you’re the one that’s too scared to watch them, then you just need to say so and we’ll watch other stuff,” Chloe said.

“They don’t bother me, I’d sleep like a baby tonight if I could,” Beca said. 

“Well, then go ahead,” Chloe replied, gesturing up to Beca’s bedroom. “I won’t have anyone saying that I robbed Beca Mitchell of her beauty sleep.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Chloe said. 

Beca could tell that Chloe wasn’t going to let this go, so with a huff and a roll of her eyes, Beca grabbed her laptop, gave Chloe a quick kiss on the cheek, and then climbed the stairs to her bedroom.

“Trouble in paradise?” Amy asked when Beca walked in. 

“I think this might be the equivalent of me being sent to sleep on the couch,” Beca said. “All because I suggested that she shouldn’t watch scary movies before bed.”

“Sucks to be you, shortstack,” Amy said.

Beca noticed she was pulling on her shoes. “Going somewhere?”

“Gotta go see a man about a horse,” she replied. 

“Is that code for ‘booty call at Bumper’s place’?”

“Got it in one,” Amy said. “Don’t wait up.”

When Amy left Beca got settled in bed, put on one of the playlists she used to help her fall asleep, and switched out the light.

For the most part, Beca had never been the type of person who struggled to fall asleep, but that night it just wouldn’t happen.

She tossed and turned, and flipped her pillow over to the ‘cool side’ about a hundred times. 

She just couldn’t switch off.

She couldn’t get the image of Chloe, alone in her room and potentially freaked out, out of her head.

Plus, she really wasn’t used to sleeping alone anymore now that she and Chloe had started dating.

She sat up with a huff and realised it was no good.

For Chloe’s part, she was doing okay.

She knew she wasn’t likely to get much sleep, but she wasn’t really bothered. She didn’t have any classes the next day, so she knew she could sleep in or grab a nap if needed.

The string of fairy lights around her bed was switched on, and she was happily scrolling through TikTok with a mug of hot chocolate. 

The occasional creak of the house still made her jump, and if she thought too long about the movie, she felt the fear begin to creep up her back again, but other than that she was coping pretty well.

Then she heard a soft knock at her door.

“Chloe?” 

“Uh-uh?” Chloe said, her mouth twitching into a smile as she recognised the voice.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

Beca pushed Chloe’s door open and closed it behind her.

“I’m sorry,” Beca said. “I shouldn’t have said that you keep me up. You don’t. I… I’m sorry.”

Chloe’s smile grew, and she moved over in bed and patted the space beside her. 

Beca’s shoulders dropped as the tension left her body, and she joined Chloe in bed. Her head came to rest on Chloe’s shoulder, and Chloe kissed her head.

“So, can’t sleep without me, huh?”

“Something like that,” Beca said. “Don’t tell the others how mushy you’ve made me.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Chloe replied. 

Beca smiled and stifled a yawn. “Are you still freaked out by the movie?”

“A little,” Chloe said. “But you don’t need to stay up.”

“No, no,” Beca said, rubbing at her eyes. “I can stay up.”

“Beca,” Chloe laughed. “It’s okay, you can go to sleep.

“We can watch another movie,” Beca said, grabbing her phone and opening up Netflix. “A happy one.”

She handed it to Chloe to pick, and Chloe picked the first dumb romantic comedy she saw. The case on Beca’s phone also doubled as a stand, so she put the on her nightstand, and they changed their positions so Beca became the little spoon and they could both see the screen.

“Should have brought my laptop down,” Beca mumbled. 

“As if you’re not going to be asleep in thirty seconds anyway,” Chloe said, kissing the back of Beca’s head. “Thank you,” she added. “This… this really helps.”

“Like I said,” Beca said, closing her eyes as the movie started, “you made me mushy.”

[unmaskthewriter]

Everywhere {John Marston x F!Reader}

Summary: You reminisce about your time with John Marston.

A/N: Welcome back, dearest readers, to my RDR2 obsession. This one was loosely inspired by a tiktok. I listened to Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac while writing. Also thinking about making this into a mini series that can be read in any order, just reflecting on little moments between John and Reader with no significant plot if there’s enough expressed interest in your end, and motivation on mine

Word Count: 1049

Warnings: canon typical violence, angst, fluff

Sometime post-1907, Beecher’s Hope

It was an unbearably hot day on the ranch with the sun bearing down on the dry Earth below. You had decided to sit outside on the porch nonetheless and enjoy the fresh air with your young son, John Jr. Settling down into a newly made rocking chair with a cold glass of water, you watch John in the distance tending to the animals. He would occasionally remove his hat, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his arm. John Jr. sat on a blanket on the porch, playing with a small wooden horse Charles had carved for him for his 1st birthday.

If you told yourself years ago that you and John would purchase land outside Blackwater, and try your hand at ranching, you would have laughed. Hell, you never even expected to stand by Marston, but in Arthur’s final moments as he placed his hat on John’s head and shoved his satchel bag into your arms, neither of you could deny his last wish.

“Take her… and go. Get the hell out of here and be a goddamn man!” Arthur demanded of John. Ever so gently, John takes your hand and leads you back down the mountain. You take one last look to Arthur as he draws his revolver, calling out to Dutch and Micah.

Surely, it was uncomfortable at first. Without anywhere to go or anyone to turn to, you and John had to push aside your grief to barely survive. Traveling from town to town, often changing identities to run from a past you once knew, it was never enough. Somehow, the past had an interesting way of catching up. It wasn’t until the incident in Roanoke Ridge that John decided to return west after all these years.

“What’re you doin’ out here all alone, little lady?” A man’s voice spoke. You tense, and slowly turn to face the man who had intruded your camp in the deep wilderness. John had left to go hunting nearly an hour ago, and you were unsure of when he would return.

“What do you want?” You ask, glancing to your tent where your revolver was resting on your bedroll. "Of course, the one time I am without it," you thought to yourself. The man quickly draws his gun, pointing it to you as he slowly approaches, his worn leather boots crunching the dry leaves beneath his feet.

“Give me everything you have, and I just might let you live, little girl.” He threatened as you closed your eyes. A loud gun had sounded off in the proximity, and for a moment you expected death’s cold embrace. When that had not come, you opened your eyes to see the man before you crumple to the ground, his gun slipping from his grasp. John revealed himself behind the man, still gripping his raised gun tightly, the barrel smoking lightly. In his eyes, sadness and fear lingered as he gazed at you. Quickly holstering his gun, he kneels beside you and cups your face in his rough hands, looking over you for injuries.

Even then, having decided to settle down and stop running, the past still lingered through various former members of the gang finding you and John. Whether it be Sadie sending a telegram seeing through John’s fake identity, Uncle waiting outside the bank in Blackwater for John, or Charles bare-knuckle fighting in the streets of Saint Denis, you were just grateful that there were those who survived Dutch’s downfall. Often, you wondered why John hadn’t just left you behind, or dropped you off in the nearest town and ran.

“You think I’d do that to you, darlin’?” John whispered, gently cupping your face with his large, calloused hands and gazing down at you. His black hair fell around his face, a few strands just barely interfering with his vision. He had grown out his stubble, but the scars on his cheek remained.

“Well… I figured you had no reason not to.” You mumble, avoiding John’s gaze. He laughs and pulls you in closer.

“Silly girl.” He mutters before pressing his chapped lips against yours, taking you for surprise before melting into the kiss.

A small noise interrupts your thoughts as Uncle shuffles about on the porch, the wood beneath him creaking with each step. He sits alongside you as the stench of whiskey fills the open air. John Jr. looks up to him and flashes a toothy grin. Uncle is quiet for a moment.

“John found himself a good woman... She saved him. John saved me, I saved Charles, so it goes.” He chuckles, placing a hand on his knee as he looks out to the beautiful land before him. Of course, it wasn’t always like this but with his guidance, and Charles’ physical labor, John had transformed the property from one that was once occupied by squatters, to a beautiful ranch you both could be proud of.

“So it all starts with a good woman?” You tease in return, looking to Uncle. He sits up.

“Exactly… it all starts with a good woman,” Uncle repeats, turning in his chair to face you, “John Marston is the luckiest man alive. Arthur told me that a… a long time ago.” Uncle smiles sadly, looking down at his shoes for a moment. Subconsciously, you twirl the ring on your finger endlessly, a habit you had formed after John had proposed. The ring once belonged to Arthur, intended for Mary Linton until she broke off the engagement.

John sat across from you in the small boat, reaching into Arthur’s satchel as he maintained eye contact with you. Gently grasping your hands, he smiled.

“I know I’m a fool, and I haven’t always done right by you… but I want to start. I want to be the man you deserve, darlin’. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” John asks, revealing the ring to you. It was more beautiful than Arthur had ever described to you — a simple, gold band with a single maroon jewel placed delicately in the center. Tears begin to form in your eyes as you watch John approach the house after a long day’s work, the western sun setting behind him.

Arthur was hardly ever wrong.

[pbandjesse]

I am feeling very nauseous right now and it's made me really frustrated. There is no reason for me to be feeling so bad!!! I think I just pushed myself a little to much today. not even physically really. I don't know. I should have come home earlier I guess.

I slept alright last night. I woke up a few times but I didn't feel to bad when my alarm went off. James was here to give me a hug and then I went to get dressed. James made me a hashbrown for breakfast and I ate that at the kitchen island.

We left for work a little late and of course got all the traffic that brings. I was lucky that even though there was an accident I didn't get stuck in a very bad traffic on 83. But I would get stuck in weird traffic in Hareford. Like right down the street from camp. Didn't make any sense and I still don't know why it happened. It was like 10 minutes! So weird.

I got to camp and got to work trying to put things away in the attic but I very quickly became overwhelmed because it's just a lot. I would end up finding my missing wash basin that was taken during color wars over the summer. Still had my label on it and everything! But at least I have it back now.

I walked that up to the art building. Spent a few minutes unpacking the fire starters I got that I am being lazy about. I also spent a little time shucking corn off the cob that I will eventually make into darts. I don't know why I'm being so lazy about it but it's a task I am slowly doing.

I went back down to the office. Answered some emails. And soon everyone else was coming in.

I got to tell everyone the positive news about the baby's gender and low risk of chromosomal issues. They were all very happy for me and also told me to stop watching TikToks about people's miscarriages and still births. Which is fair. They only upset me.

I had kind of a boring day. I did knit one square. Which brings me to 85. I have broken the halfway point. I am going to have to get a lot more yarn but I'm glad I am making progress. I would lay that out later when I got home. And it was just really nice to see the progress.

I had a few small projects to do for camp. Combing through social media to see where we have been tagged and collecting businesses and emails and other contact information. And then going through the vendor list Elizabeth has been using and figuring out what businesses no longer exist and taking ones off the list that I couldn't find contact info for. If you don't have available contact info I'm cutting you off the list, that bad business.

I had cereal for lunch. Didn't love it. Everyone else left to go to maiden choice for the horse program. But they ended up coming back because Stormy the horse got spooked and it was a whole ordeal. I'm sorry it didn't work out for them. Hopefully next week.

I would poke around online and did some other small tasks but I was really dying. I wasn't feeling amazing. But mostly I was just stupidly bored and I wanted to leave. I would end up sitting with everyone outside. Bonnie brought her dogs. Buddy, who I know, and Rascal, who I had met and was a little nervous Chihuahua mix. They are both very sweet old man dogs. And I was having fun petting them.

Soon though I had run out of steam. I made it to 7 hours. It was time to go.

I went to hunt valley to get French fries. And ate those in the car while I listened to a podcast. The caffeine from the soda and the salt from the fries gave me some energy and I felt a lot more settled.

I went to target next. I was getting greens for Crabcake to eat. And got me and James face wash. And I also got some silly little Halloween things. The mini version of the soft skeleton was an amazing find. I wanted the soft skeleton last year but I wasn't willing to pay for him. But $5 for the little? Worth it and I love her. I kept saying she was baby sized and James said it's morbid but I just said we all have skeletons inside of us, and I currently have two!

I went home and got a good parking spot. And was happy to see Sweetp and Crabcake when I got home. Ruby the Roomba was cleaning away. I would start putting things away. Soaked Crabcake in some warm water because I didn't feel like he was getting enough water time lately. I brought everyone outside. It was a little to bright for me so I laid on the couch inside.

Eventually I would go lay out my knitting to make a plan for what I will still need to buy and make. And then James was home! And I was very happy to see them.

We would hang out. Lay on the couch. James heated up some pizza for me that they made yesterday. We talked about our finances and what next year might look like. Possible new jobs and health insurance. What like might be like. All of that. I am glad we can talk frankly about money. I know it's not super easy for James's family to do so. And I can be pretty laissez-faire about money but it's because I'm just aware what I have and don't buy anything crazy. But we are trying to be more specific with spread sheets. And I think that's fair.

James would go for a walk. I wasn't feeling up to it. My stomach was starting to hurt. While James was gone I took a shower and washed my hair. It did t help 100% but it helped a little.

James would get home and I would deteriorate. Eventually James brought me my nausea medicine. I am hoping it starts working soon.

Now though I am getting ready to sleep. I brushed my teeth without gagging. Hopefully can take my vitamins and also not gag. I am looking forward to sleep.

Tomorrow we have the appointment with the high risk team. I think I get another ultrasound. I am expecting these two appointments to take the whole afternoon. I'm nervous because I have to go alone but James will meet me there. Everything will be okay.

But still wish me luck. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[sophieakatz]

Thursday Thoughts: Becoming a Writer #1 - “Here is the story you wrote.”

“How did you become a writer?”

I get asked this question a lot. Sometimes I laugh a little and say, “It’s what I’ve always been!” But it’s a little more complicated than that – in a very good way.

Many experiences, from my childhood and beyond, are the little colorful bricks that together shape the Lego tower of my writing career. I’ve shared some of these stories before, here on Tumblr and also on TikTok, but I never get tired of telling them.

And I have a hunch that when people ask me how I became a writer, they’re only sort of asking about me. What they really want to know how they can become a writer, too.

So in this series, I will tell the stories that make me a writer, and I’ll share the lessons I’ve learned from them. I hope that they will guide and inspire!

-

When I say that I’ve always been a writer, I mean it. Even before I could write, before I understood where books and movies came from, I was a storyteller.

I grew up in a house lined with bookshelves and boxes full of toys. These toys were an eclectic bunch, mostly small plastic figures. The horses and the elephants were my favorites, and of course we had a plethora of Disney characters – Winnie the Pooh and his friends, Ariel and Prince Eric, the hyenas from The Lion King, and Hercules with one fist raised in the air where my mother had cut off the sword (no toy weapons in our house!).

We called them “the Guys,” collectively, and we had a large wooden house for them to play in. We never called it a doll house, because my mom, a proud tomboy, didn’t want her kids playing with dolls. Instead, this was the People House – a reference to the Dr. Seuss book, In a People House. When I was little, I would spend hours and hours sitting in front of the People House, narrating aloud the Guys’ adventures. And they were epic adventures – heroes and villains, quarrels over who would rule the kingdom, intense rescue missions to retrieve kidnapped children from the mysterious land underneath the kitchen table!

I didn’t think much of it at the time. It was just how I played!

One day, while I was waiting for the bus to take me to kindergarten, my dad sat on the stairs behind me with a pen in his hand and a little piece of paper resting on his knee. He asked me about the game I’d been playing that morning. Who were the animals? What were they doing? What happened next? I told him all about it, happy to share, until the school bus arrived. All the while, he took notes on the little piece of paper.

That afternoon, when I got home from school, my dad presented me with a typed-up page, printed off the computer. He said, “Here is the story you wrote.”

Sure enough, there it was – the adventure of my animal friends, their quest to rescue the missing baby elephant from the villain lurking beneath the People House. It was a story. That’s when it all clicked into place for the first time. This game I played, this thing I did for fun every day – this was storytelling! This was where stories came from, where books and TV shows and movies came from! I was a writer!

Of course, this was only the beginning. I can’t exactly trace a direct line from this moment to any other moment in my career as a professional creative writer. But while most of my People House games have faded from my memory, this moment stands out. My dad gave me a gift that day: the gift of perspective, of context, of seeing how my actions looked to other people. He let me see that my game could be more than just a game.

When something comes naturally to you, it can be very difficult to see it for what it is. I believe that we need to point out the obvious – to let people know what we see in them and what they’re doing. We're all stuck living life in the first-person perspective, bound by what we already know. When we see get a chance to see ourselves from the outside, that’s how we learn what’s possible.

Which brings me to the first thing I’ve learned about how to be a writer – a love of stories is not enough. You need someone to believe in you, to give you the tools to get started and to help broaden your perspective. My parents never intended to “make” me a writer. But they gave me books, and we read them together. They gave me movies, and we watched them together. They gave me toys, and when I told the toys’ stories, they let me know that that’s what I was doing – before I even knew that that’s what I was doing.

And again – this was only the beginning.

[cosmictulips]

Thank you so so much for answering my ask about witchcraft and skepticism! It helped calm my worries a lot. I guess I’m just scared to become delusional and caught up in confirmation bias. And the way Christianity has sneaked it’s way into everything is too real. It’s so hard for me to believe that there is magic in the world around me and myself without the explanation of some other consciousness, and I have even been raised as an atheist! And sorry if I’m rambling too much in your ask box. But I think you are right that starting with getting a better connection with my gut and intuition is probably the way forward. Because when magic really does happen it’s hard to miss. I have experienced magic before, one time I got a very insisting clear message in my head telling me something I shouldn’t be able to know or guess and it turned out to be true moments later - but since I haven’t been able to do that again (it was nothing dramatic or very important so I don’t see why I can’t make it happen again since nothing special seemed to be about this situation) or figure out what I did right back then it’s easy to start doubting. I’m also seeing repeated numbers almost every time I look at a clock, like 12:12, 09:09, 16:16 throughout the day. But hell if I know what that’s supposed to mean, or what it means when I have a month where I don’t see repeating numbers! One thing I’m absolutely sure of though is when I did kinesiology on my old horse years back, she was super bloated and had been for a couple days so I targeted that and when I was done that horse stretched in ways I didn’t know a horse could! (It means it’s working if the horse yawns, licks it’s mouth or stretch a little, but I have never seen anything like it). A couple hours later and the bloating was gone. Anyways thanks for this and your blog you are so cool 🌟

Hello again star cadet!

honestly, go off and ramble. I love to read it, honestly.

and I actually found that studying anthropology has really helped me understand the history of magic, and the occult and it's helped me to discern what I should study in regards to... anything human related to be honest. but if you don't want to dive deep into human history, I promise you that the only way you can remain unbiased and not fall into confirmation bias is to always look at things that make you feel uncomfortable.

and what I mean by that is, if something irks you about a human, or if someone says something and your immediate defense is to feel like annoyance or anger and to quickly get into your defense state, try looking at it from another perspective. wikipedia is a great source to get other sources. use it. you'll literally fall into rabbit holes. as you should. there's also plenty of good witchblogs around here who can help you see some other sides as well. and hell, dabble in theology. get to know it anyway because people use that against newer witches or those curious about witchcraft. literally, the more you arm yourself with knowledge, the more you'll be able to see through confirmation bias.

which is why it kills me when people say to use tiktok. use tiktok but only use it when you know you can filter out the bs. OR go on there and see why it's all bs! take what someone says and google it! that would be a great learning experience to be honest.

Before I got into magic and the occult, I was visited by a legit psychic. not a palm reader, not a tarot reader, a real psychic. one who can see spirits and has all her life.

and she told me something that might help you. Your door is always open. and your door will close if you will it close. but it doesn't mean it can't be open again.

You experienced magic, and you can do it again. you can trust that intuition again, and you can grow your power from there. just trust that the door is opening for you once more ;)

also maybe you should look into those numbers regardless. you could see them so often now that is a habit but also, because those messages are persistant.

but anyway, feel free to stop on by anytime. I love chattin about this stuff

[fvkophelia]

𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕤 - 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝟘𝟘𝟙

On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?

“Are we being like funny about this or serious?” She questions them back, waiting for her prompt before pulling on her sweetest smile. “I really don’t think life could get much better right now, ten for sure.” 

Describe yourself in a hashtag?

“okay then.... i’d say #beauty&brains.” 

If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?

“If I could do one with anyone? Honestly the stakes are high here you know, I’m going to say my man Tom Hardy. I could rough it up for a while.”

If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?

“You’re going to have to tell me what one of those is.” 

What’s one thing people don’t know about you? 

“Literally nothing, Hollywood is so busy these days.” 

What’s your wakeup ritual?

”Wake up - coffee. I wouldn’t talk to me or wake me up without a cup in you’re hand if you’re intending on our encounter being nice.” 

What’s your go to bed ritual?

”I have a whole bunch of skin care I do, I like to read a book, I’m cute I know, then I probably...wait kids might watch this. Then I get myself in bed and have a nice nights sleep.” 

What’s your favorite time of day?

”Who came up with these questions, there is no one that wants to know this about me. But fine, when I’m still awake to see it, that moment just before the sun rises when everything is still quiet.” 

What is one thing no one knows about you?

”Didn’t I just answer this?” 

Dream country to visit?

”Dubai, now that’s a place that knows how to treat you like royalty.”  

What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?

”Learning I am not my parents pride and joy, your sister being a nurse is a real hardship when she’s off being a goody two shoes.” 

Comfy shoes or dress shoes?

”Dress shoes, always.” 

Vintage or new?

”You can’t make me pick and I won’t.” 

Who do you want to write your obituary?

”Martha, that woman will outlive me I swear to god.” 

Style icon?

”I’m a model, I will not answer that question, do you know how much hastle I would get if I picked?” 

What are three things you can’t live without?

”Really good....bedroom partners, my morning mocha and my ice roller, I swear by it.” 

What’s one ingredient you put in everything?

“Cheese, I will find a way to have it with cereal one day.” 

What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?

”I wouldn’t, if I cooked they’re going to all end up dead either way.” 

What’s your biggest fear in life?

”Not doing enough.”

Window or aisle seat?

”I fly first class, what makes you think I have to chose?” 

What’s your current TV obsession?

”Yellowstone. Have you seen those Cowboy’s, wouldn’t mind saving a few horses if you know what I mean?” 

Favorite app?

”Tiktok.” 

Secret talent?

”I can whistle the titanic theme tune start to finish and not miss a single note.” 

Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?

”Move on.” 

How would you define yourself in three words?

”How would I describe myself in three words?” Well this answer could get a little conceded now couldn’t it? “Courageous, Intelligent and Resourceful.” 

Favorite piece of clothing you own?

”My brown leather jacket.” 

Must have clothing item everyone should have?

”A good leather jacket no matter the colour.” 

Superpower you would want?

”The ability to just make people disappear, it would make a lot of my conversations a lot easier.” 

What’s inspiring you in life right now?

“Seriously how many questions do we have left, I have meetings and they told me this would be five minutes!” 

Best piece of advice you’ve received?

”If you’re not winning you’re loosing.” 

Best advice you’d give your teenage self?

”They’re going to hate you whether you act like you know you’re pretty or not darlin’ so take your cute little ass and work them to the ground.” 

A book that everyone should read?

“The bible y’all need Jesus.” 

What would you like to be remembered for?

”Making something off myself when people said I couldn’t.” 

How do you define beauty?

”It isn’t something you can define, everyone see’s beauty as something different.” 

What do you love most about your body?

”I love it all, it holds me through life every day.” 

Best way to take a rest/decompress?

”I can’t even sensor for the kids here so you might want to edit this one out....sex.” 

Favorite place to view art?

”As it’s being made, wherever that is.” 

If your life were a song, what would the title be?

”Oh more than like Highway to Hell.” 

If you could master one instrument, what would it be?

“I can play the piano, the guitar and the flute. I think I’m okay.” 

If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

”I have them, some on my wrist, on my ribs...I’ve always wanted a finger tattoo though.” 

What is your favorite animal?

”Cat’s. They own the world and we don’t even know it.” 

What’s your spirit animal?

”Again, a cat.” 

Best gift you’ve ever received?

”A diamond tiara.” 

Best gift you’ve ever give?

”I guess buying my parents a house? Didn’t feel like a gift just something they deserved.” 

What’s your favorite board game?

”Scrabble. It’s not for the weak.”

What’s your favorite color?

”Black.” 

Least favorite color?

”Silver, I thrive in gold so it feels personal.” 

Where do you feel most at peace?

”The back porch swing of my grandparents house in Georgia.” 

What’s your favorite thing to do in your time off?

”I don’t really get time off, but I like to travel when I can, I’m just lucky I get to do that with work too.”

What’s your hair-care routine?

”I really wish I could tell you but I have this company that makes me a whole set of stuff and then I just put it on my hair in the order they tell me to, I’ll link you.” 

Pilates or yoga?

”Pilates.” 

Coffee or tea?

”Coffee, I thought that one was already obvious.” 

What’s the weirdest word in the English language?

”Maybe - no one ever actually needs time to think of an answer, maybe is simply a delay.” 

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

”Milk chocolate is supreme, have you had British chocolate, it’s insane.” 

Stairs or elevator?

”The elevator.” 

Summer or winter?

”Guys come on really... you have like five more minutes and I have to go.” 

You are stuck on an island, you can have only three things with you. What are those things?

”My vibrator, a lighter, a really big bottle of tequila.” 

What are your phobias?

”Heights they suck.” 

A skill you’re working on mastering?

“Not murdering you.” 

Best thing to happen to you this year?

”Okay seriously I will answer one more question and that’s it....” Martha was so getting her ass rinsed for this later.” 

“We have 15 questions left, we will rapid first them and you can pick. “ Worst thing to happen to you this year? Best compliment you’ve ever received? Favorite smell? Hugs or kisses? If you made a documentary, what would it be about? Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? Going out or staying in? Sweet or savory? Celebrity crush? How you know you’re in love? Song you can listen to on repeat? If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be? What are you most excited about at this time in your life? Your go to for having a good laugh? Your affirmation for today?

“I’ll give you two, you know you’re in love when suddenly someone else matters more than you, in a way you never thought possible, it hasn’t happened to me yet and my affirmation for today? Don’t punch anyone now the vouge camera man pissed you off.” 

[just-kiss-me-you-fool-hehe]

I had a dream where this girl sirene was supposed to go on a double date but her guy flaked So the other couple that was supposed to be with her; she told the guy that the girls bra had just fallen off which it had cause she had showed us before she just hooked it up with two neon green safety pins and then it did fall off and the crazy thing is it worked they started making out and we left

But I remember being like she’s a cool girl I want to be her friend and this was all a UW nyu mix because of that girl that looks so good girl saying you should put more effort to make friends in college

Then I had this dream about a horse gang where a bunch of horse were injured because of that tiktok of that horse with over grown hooves and osheen telling me about the guy she knows in the bloods gang lmao

I was also traveling back and forth between sf and nyc for different social things and for work but then mom was like can you just get them to send you to India for work and take mummy because it’s mom and also because I saw jesar is in Ghana

Mr Stearns was helping a student understand why his painting was inappropriate and we were just supposed to not see it but I think it was phallic? Not sure where that came from, also we just left a bunch of people and went our own ways for the subway before that which is obviously from nyc 3 peas scattering away

And last the cko kickboxing place didn’t have classes on the weekend even though I need three classes this week so I panicked but instead they had this weird test where you had to side planks like that pregnant lady working out link I texted myself lol

Wow but the best part it is I actually had an amazing time last night for the first time in a long time and I’m so happy !!! All my dreams were god weird not bad weird like they are when I drink!! Congrats on the start of the end of the flip era!!!

[kagejima]

Just thinking about a cowboy/wild west AU because it's been popping up on my TikTok FYP and my Tumblr feed. Specifically, I'm daydreaming about the cowboy hat rule where: you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy. Tell me who you see as the cowboy and why is it Ushijima? Though I can also see sly and flirty Kuroo trying to pull this off as well

cbsjcjkw wendy..... wendy im gonna combust..... wendy i cant picture ushijima as a cowboy, ill literally combust.... after im finished typing this, i swear to you ive probably thought about this ask all fucking day

ALEXA, PLAY BIG & RICH'S "SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY"

OKAY LETS GO 👏🏻👏🏻

more thoughts under the cut (female reader)

Cowboy!Wakatoshi who isn't great at... being nice. And it's not that he hates people necessarily. It's just that he has been living on his land by himself for a very long time and he only goes into town if he needs supplies or food. So when it comes to human interaction, he is very bad at it. All he knows is his land and his animals that he takes care of - god help him.

Cowboy!Wakatoshi who doesn't understand what the big fuss is about every time he comes into town on his horse. He is just there to get some food, but there's women and men ogling at him every time he does arrive.

Cowboy!Wakatoshi who clippity-cloppities down the street on his horse - who can't tell if they're staring because they think he's attractive or if it's because they're worried that the rumors of his past that they've heard about him are true.

He hopes it's the former.

Cowboy!Wakatoshi who is expecting the general shop keeper to be behind the counter when he walks in, but instead it's you.

Cowboy!Wakatoshi who's mouth goes dry as he tries to form words, but you're very pretty - quite possibly the prettiest woman he's ever seen. He clumsily takes off his hat as a sign of respect to you.

Cowboy!Wakatoshi who's ears turn red when you say his name because you were told by your grandfather that he was coming. He's never really cared for his name, but it sounds so pretty when it's coming from you.

Cowboy!Wakatoshi who stammers and wishes you a good day after you give him his supplies that have been set aside for him.

Cowboy!Wakatoshi who can't get you off his mind the entire way back to his home.

Cowboy!Wakatoshi who learns from your grandfather upon his next trip into town that you've moved to the town permanently, and you help him at the shop sometimes. He realizes he never got your name last time, so he's thankful your grandfather just casually says it in the conversation like he already knew what it was.

Cowboy!Wakatoshi who comes into town more often than he used to - he goes to more places than just the general store. Just a small morsel of hope. A small morsel of hope that he'll see you.

Cowboy!Wakatoshi who doesn't expect to see you serving at the saloon, helping the owner Keishin Ukai. When you cheerily serve him his drink, you tell him you wondered if you were ever going to see him again after that day at your grandfather's store.

And Cowboy!Wakatoshi who shyly asks if you can sit with him while he enjoys his drink.

He's waited so long to see you again.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Tik Tok Leggings

Masterlist

Summary: Time to test these Tik tok leggings.

Warnings: swearing, Fluff, Cheeky Henry, Suggestive Themes, Plus sized reader

A/N: Just wanted to do something different thinking of maybe having a mini TikTok onshot series but unsure yet. Either way I hope you enjoy and happy Easter to those who celebrate  and those who don't? Have a brilliant Sunday xx

Taglist: will be in comment/reblogs

You eyed the package wearily... just how the fuck were you meant to pull this off? Slowly but surely the confidence  and 'fuck it' attitude was waning. They looked small.... very small.

You huffed a sigh looking at yourself in the mirror eyeing your form. You swear you'd gained some more weight, just a few pounds maybe? But you felt huge. Slowly you unravelled the leggings, it had been a good idea at the time but now you wasn't so sure. They were expensive and even thought you bought them as a little prank you did hope they would boost you confidence or at least be comfy enough to wear around the house.

Being a larger girl it was hard finding comfy clothes and you had to be comfy now that your boys were running around the house like headless chickens. You thought the terrible twos with trainers were bad? Your four year olds had scooters!

You grit your teeth and decided to try the leggings on gearing up for an all put war with the waist band but was pleasantly surprized. The fabric was firm and tummy controlling without feeling you feeling caught by a bloody boa constrictor! A comfy tight not spandex tight. You casually wondered about seeing if the company did bras, this shit would stop the girls from trying to knock you out on the stairs!

You pulled the material setting the... elasticated seam in your ass crack and winced... Okay that's a little strange... but not unpleasant and almost thong. You spun around eyeing yourself in to mirror. You didn't look to bad, if you said so yourself. Sure you wasn't magically strim and fit, you were blessed with a nice thick ass... but unfortunately had the thick hips and large thighs to go with it. You'd never be petite or dainty, but then again henry was huge behemoth of a man so you didn't need to be. As he said on many occasions he wanted a woman as thick as him... and you definitely fit that bill. His thighs were only slightly bigger then yours.

You turned around a few more times. Fuck okay hello there~ you grinned. You may not be the perfect sized woman but fuck if your ass wasn't glorious in these leggings~ this just might work.

You grinned and pulled on one of Henry's tshirts, the grey marines one it was snug and would ride up a little over your tummy showing off your bubble but that you felt was your best feature. And then padded downstairs, henry. Was in the large garden trying to teach the boys how to play rugby... Wanting to start them young.

You pottered about the kitchen chopping up the salad for tonight. Contrary to what people thought you were not large because you ate to much or did little exercise, you had always been bigger and admittedly since having the boys you had gained a little more weight but not ridiculously, you wasn't dangerously over weight.

You hummed looking out the patio door seeing henry jumping for joy as his boys and Kal played 'rugby' darting across the garden to the tiny rugby post at the end. Moving to Jersey to raise the kids was a brilliant idea, you had a huge country house with the land to go with it. Flat and immaculate that spread around the house in nearly four acres the lawn was mostly to the back and side and cornered off with tall hedge rows then beyond it a cornered off veggie plot and greenhouse and a work in progress chicken coop. Soon there will be a decent sized pond and some ducks... Henry didn't know yet, but if he was allowed to have a stables built four god knows how many horses you were allowed your ducks god dammit.

You grinned watching as henry ran around both the boys with his phone out cheering them on as they tor across the garden wrestling each other for the ball. You had panicked when you were told twin boys but you should have known henry would be able to handle it. It was perfect, days like this when he was home and strived to make his sons lives as magical and fun as he could, everyday was a holiday when dad was home.

You shook your head seeing the boys both lay on the floor in the shade completely tuckered out from the mornings fun. Henry can into the kitchen and you held your breath quickly bending over the counter a tad more then normal hoping to get a favourable reaction from your husband. But you couldn't help the tinge of doubt  what if he didn't like them? Or thought you looked bigger then you were?

"Hey sweetheart are the boys fruit shoots in the fri-oh sweet baby Jesus" he coughed cutting himself off  and took a half step back as he came in the kitchen. You giggled and turned to him then nodded your head to the fridge.

"Yeah their in there love" you said smirking and blushing as you saw him eyeing your ass tilting his head slowly down trying to get a better look at your ass making you bite your lip.

"Err yeah yeah... I... hold that thought" he said snapping out of it holding a finger up at you and looked to his phone.

"You just stay right were you are- no nope over bend over again babe... fuck me how did I get such a sexy little mama~" he growled one hand swiping over his screen. You flushed and wriggled our hips a little as you leant forward feeling on top of the world as he openly gawked at your ass. For a second you thought he was taking a photo and made to move wanting to snap up right but he napped his fingers to you pointing for you to get back down and brought the phone to his ear.

"Henry what are you?-" you tried standing once more but he crossed the kitchen pressing himself up against your ass and rocked slowly making you mewl as his bulge pressed against your ass half hard already. Henry huge hand pressed you down on the counter before him and winked then he spoke as who ever was on the phone answered.

"Hey mum, hi can you come get the boys?" He asked and you gasped at him shaking your head at him laughing. He wasn't palming the kids off to their grandparents because he wanted a midday fuck! Not that Marie-Ann would mind, she loved hosting the kids and frequently showed up out of the blue and took them out for the day. She was adamant that both you and henry still had alone time.

"No, no everything's all right I just- somethings come up~" he smirked and you laughed loud shaking your head at him, he was a little bugger! He wriggled his brows at you and nodded then flushed stuttering for a few comments.

"I.. No no of course not mum... muuuum stop- well yeah... yes I know you were young once-oh shit no I didn't mean of course your still young! Your in your prime! Okay yes, yes I promise to try my hardest... yes okay, see you in ten okay love you bye... bye mum I will. Yes I will mum bye" he muttered slowly moving through being embarrassed, shy and strangely confident before hanging up.

"Soo the boys are going out?" You giggled finding the way he reacted ridiculously cute. It wasn't what you expected, maybe a kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass. But not him shipping the kids off for the day.

"And staying over night" Henry muttered moving both hands to your ass and squeezed and rolled the cheeks about making you squeak and try rising on your tip toes but he just growled following pressing a kiss to your neck.

"And what have we agreed to for this mighty generous gift? What have you promised?" You said arching back into him with a teasing tone knowing Marie would make henry pay for the 'young once' comment.

"Oh you know nothing too big just another grandchild, which wont be hard with these in your closet" he chuckled pinging the fabric that clung to your ass like a second skin. You flushed gasping out at him batting him away slowly. But it was a hard fought battle, Henry won easily sliding the cutting board back then let you spin to face him. He quickly hoisted you up onto the counter top behind you and kissed your lips moaning into you before pulling back and pointed at you.

"Right you stay- right here. Don't you move a muscle Mrs Cavill" he said seriously and backed away from you still pointing making you laugh and kick your feet biting your lip before nodding. Henry backed up to the back door and called out to the boys.

"Boys come on! Your going to grandmas for a sleep over! Go pack a bag, jammies, tooth brush and clothes for tomorrow! Come on mush hop it or cop it!" he called you smiled hearing two high pitch excited voices squealing at the thought of grandma. She spoilt them rotten. They dashed into the house quickly running past the both of you giggle as henry tried playfully nudging them on the bottoms with his foot when they ran through the kitchen to dart up the stairs and pack an overnight bag. Henry slunk out of the kitchen following the boys but kept glancing back at you.

"Remember right there babe, been too long since we fucked in here~" he growled making you flush remembering the last time you'd made love in here. It'd been when you were pregnant, the day you moved in before you redecorated you'd had Chinese take out and then made love in every room in the house.

"I'll be right here love I promise, now... You might want to sort yourself out before answering the door to your mother~" you teased pointing to the large lump in the front of his shorts making him grunt and cup himself trying to reposition himself and left the kitchen to help the boys pack.

You can safely say, these leggings were a success. You were definitely leaving a five star review... You did however regret not filming his reaction for tiktok. Honestly you didn't even have the app your sister in law had shown you and you thought it'd be something fun to try with Henry. You may just get more than you bargained for though, not that you minded... You just hoped you had a girl this time, it was about time to try and even things out a bit.

[siempre-bucky]

I.I.G.Y.M.H.W.Y.T.I.A.M.M.T.H.M.I.T.W?

COWBOY!BUCKY X READER

♡if I gave you my hand would you take it and make me the happiest man in the world?

Summary: Nat and Wanda take the reader post break up to The Stark Ranch, a beautiful little place in the lush green countryside. God she hated it, she didn't want to be here only wanted him back. With one dip of a black cowboy hat and a deep-voiced greeting, the readers brooding would have to wait.

Part 1 of 3

Warnings: light mentions of past abuse,

WC: 3.8k

A/N: there was a tiktok and it was just cowboy Sebastian Stan and this fucking song!! Here's a thing I can't stop thinking about! I edited this the best I could.

In the long, rich history of bad ideas, this had to be the worst idea anyone has ever had. Here she was, squished in between her best friends in the back of an Uber. An old country song from the 60s played on the radio as the two redheads gushed about the small town they were driving through. The most popular restaurant back in Brooklyn probably had more people inside it than this little country town.

"Are you done brooding?" Wanda complains, her Sokovian accent purely intensified the distaste in her tone.

"All I want is John, back," Y/N mutters bitterly, her jaw clenched, sinking lower into the seat. Both women roll their eyes at her comment.

"You haven't stopped mentioning Walker since we got off the plane. It's been 2 months Y/N," Natasha reminds her, checking her watch that was peaking from her black leather jacket. "Don't forget this is why we're here! A getaway is just what you need."

Has it already been 2 months? It only felt like 2 weeks since he left. His last words still sent a chill down her spine "Did you really expect me not to cheat, Y/N? It's New York, get used to it, babe." Y/N shakes her head, trying to get that man's callous words out of her head. She felt like she was already at the acceptance of the grieving process. She clearly wasn't there.

Natasha suddenly gasps, the Stark Ranch coming into view with its black iron gates, its name the biggest thing on it. Y/N looks in Nat's direction, the 4 story red and yellow inn sat in the middle of a long dirt road and was nuzzled in with the saturated green grass and big trees. Y/N thought it was pretty but she would never admit that to her friends.

"Ladies you have a good time out here! I reckon you'll find our little town quite charmin'!" The older man tells them happily as his car comes to a stop in front of the inn. The girls give him their thanks and get out to take a look at the place.

Nat's hand shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked up the place, a confident smile on her face since she picked out this place in the middle of nowhere. Wanda stood in the middle with her hands in her pockets and a relaxed smile. As for Y/N? she might as well have a dark cloud hanging over her. It smelled like grass and horses, her black ankle boots were covered in dust, and worst of all...Natasha blocked John's number. "Relaxation awaits girls!" Nat cheers as she leads her small pack into the front doors of the inn.

The inside was just a cute as the outside, country-style couches placed in the center with a mahogany coffee table littered in doilies. Guests laughed and chatted behind the french doors in the restaurant beside them. "Welcome to Stark Inn!" The front desk lady greets them, her strawberry blonde hair tied in a bun and a glossy smile on her features.

"You go check-in, I'm staying here," Y/N sighs, plopping down onto one of the floral couches, taking out her phone from her back pocket. Nat and Wanda rolled their eyes, pushing their luggage next to their friend before walking over to check-in.

She checked her phone 5 times, 5 different bell-sounding notifications from 5 different apps. Nothing from her former love, of course, not because he's blocked. The next bell sound didn't come from her phone but the front doors of the inn. The ding was followed by two men laughing loudly, one clapping the other on the back. The Y/H/C girl looks up at the source of the ruckus.

One was blonde, wearing a thin blue flannel shirt and dark jeans. He was cute, had a nice ass, and blue eyes a lady could swim in. The other man was a different story, however. A blush crept up her cheeks as she looked at him. His shoulder-length hair was tied up in a low bun, face nearly hidden by his black velvet cowboy hat. Fuck that man looked good in red flannel.

The said man looked down at her. Oh shit, she'd been caught staring at the two cowboys. Before she could look away the one in red smirked at her and dipped his hat "ma'am," he speaks in greeting, his voice was low and raspy, sending butterflies to her stomach and other regions.

"H-hi," Y/n says shyly, like a schoolgirl whose crush finally talked to her. The man turned away and walked away to walk towards the front desk, mud left behind from their boots which they were quickly scolded for.

"Well while you boys are makin' a mess 'round my inn you can take help these girls up to their room," Pepper, the co-owner huffs "307... the nice one." Pepper waves them off, turning to grab the keys to the room.

Natasha eyed the blonde man up and down, resting her back on the front desk, propping her elbows up behind her. "Hi there cowboy," she speaks to him flirtatiously, her pink lips form a smirk. The man ducks his head and laughs.

"Hi there. I'm Steve."

"Natasha."

Y/N rolled her eyes at the flirting, rising from the couch she went to grab the handle of her bag but was met with cold metal. Her eyes flew up to see the man in the back cowboy hat already grabbed a hold of it "I'm assumin' this is yours?" he chuckled with that honey-like voice. Y/N nods and crossed her arms over her chest, her hand still feeling the chill of his hand.

She followed behind them, taking the red-carpeted stairs. She was behind them enough to stare at the broadness of his shoulders, a small smile appeared on her lips thinking about what it would be like to run her hands down his back. No, she quickly erased the image out of her mind. That thought returned as they climbed the second set of stairs, her Y/E/C traveled down his back and landed on his backside as he climbed. A red rag hung out of his back pocket.

The man turned around as they reached the top, catching her stare at him "I'm Bucky," he tells her, breaking her out of her trance. Bucky was 2 for 2 catching her stare at him. The red in her cheeks matched the vibrant red of the rag her eyes were once fixated on.

"Y/N," she responds simply, her voice quiet.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, miss." His words made her skin tingle, small bumps rising to the surface of her clothed skin. Her green jacket covering all the evidence.

"It's nice to meet you too, Bucky," she ponders over his name for a minute "did your parents name you that?"

Bucky laughed, oh God his laugh was precious "No, uh- my name is actually James. Bucky is just a nickname, I like it better," he explains. Y/N moved from the back to his side as they walked up the final set of stairs.

"Both names are nice," Y/n chuckles, "they suit you." They both looked at each other and instantly smiled, she even unfolded her arms and let them linger at her side. She forgot what it was like to be comfortable after all this time. Walking on eggshells for a man who could set off at any moment was what she grew accustomed to. This was nice, even she had to admit that.

The two girls in front couldn't help but give each other a knowing look, Steve even joined in. "He hasn't dated in years," he whispers to Natasha as they approached the room.

"A shell of a man cheated and dumped her," Wanda tells them in a hushed voice.

They reached the white door with a golden plate '307' written in script numbers. "This is the best room at the inn!" Steve starts to gush, placing the bags on the ground.

"Clear view of the stables, horses walking around all the time," Bucky chimes in, his elbow nudging Y/N the arm. he looked up at him with raised eyebrows but he wasn't looking at her this time. Did he do that on purpose? No. Probably not.

"Well... we'll let you ladies get settled in. Don't hesitate to reach out of you need anything." Steve dipped his hat and started to walk away, clapping his friend on the shoulder, turning him to walk in the same direction.

"See you around, Y/N," Bucky told her before walking away. Her eyes lingered on the tall man as he walked away and even he turned around to catch another glance at her. 3 for 3.

"Did someone catch feelings already?" Natasha laughed as he unlocked the room. Y/N eyebrows furrowed in anger, walking in after her friends, roughly brushing past the sassy redhead.

"All I want is John back. I don't know what the hell that was out there," she defended herself, snarling as she sat in the chair by the large windows, her legs hanging off the ledge.

The women hung their heads and began to unpack "You can have the other bedroom," was all Wanda said before the conversation ended. Y/N felt the guilt rise in her heart. She didn't mean to be so blunt and rude to them, in the back of her mind she knew they knew they were trying. She was trying too.

Time had passed and clothes were hung and folded away in their drawers. Nat sat on her laptop looking for places to eat in town while Wanda checked in with her husband and kids back home. Y/N hadn't left the chair since they arrived. Checking her phone for someone who couldn't talk to her.

"Look at this cute little place in town! It's home cooking they call it. We should go," Nat tells the girl happily.

"I'll call the Uber after I talk to Tommy," Wanda joins in.

"I-I don't want to go," Y/N says, her voice softer than before. She turns his attention to the sables below her, a black horse being led by the man in the black hat. "Bucky," she whispers to herself. She watches him, his lips were moving, obviously talking to the beautiful animal. A smile dared to appear on her face while she watched him, she saw her reflection and she sucked in her lips. Her attention went back to her friends.

"We're not going to let you coop yourself up in this room all night, Y/N." Natasha squints her eyes in judgment, closing her computer with a loud thud.

"And I don't want to make this trip miserable for you guys. I just need to be by myself for a while."

"That's what we're afraid of. It took 2 weeks to get you out of your apartment."

"I'm doing better now!" she shouts, realizing what she did she gulped and sat straight up in the chair, placing her feet on the floor "I'm sorry, Nat. Please just go, have fun and I promise we'll do that spa ay like you wanted tomorrow."

"Fine, but give me your phone," Wanda interjected, holding out her hand while her other one placed her phone in her back pocket. Y/N scrunched her nose and shook her head. Wanda's eyebrows lowered, her hand still stretched out as she walked towards her. She cocked her head, striking fear into the Y/H/C. She hated when Wanda did that.

"How are you going to reach me if something bad happens?"

With the phone now in Wanda's hand, Nat said "We'll call the front desk."

The girls had left, telling Y/N to make her time alone useful. She wanted to sit and wallow in her never-ending sadness. She remembered a time like this at a New York lawyers convention when John left her in the room for hours while he partied downstairs. No, no, she didn't want it to be like this even if it was her choice now.

The stables. She walked over to the window and saw the red building empty from what it looked like. Maybe she could get a glimpse of the horse she saw. Bucky didn't even cross her mind then or was that the reason she wanted to go so badly. No, it had to have been the horse she saw. Keep telling yourself that.

Y/N stayed back a bit longer, giving Nat and Wanda enough time to leave the property. They would never let this go after the stable comment Bucky made. She stepped outside, the sun starting to set and a small chilled breeze brushes past her. Lurking around to make sure no one was there she slowly walked into the stable, the horses not paying her any attention.

There she was, the beautiful black mare standing her her stall, her face poking out of the window. Y/N walked over and let the horse sniff the palm of her hand "You're so pretty, my darling," Y/N beams, rubbing her nose. The horse nickered, making the woman laugh "You like compliments don't you."

"She craves attention!" A voice called out from the other side of the barn. Y/N whipped her head to the side, her heart thumping against her chest. Bucky started making his way over, two silver buckets in his strong arms. The sweat on his face didn't go unnoticed by her, she swallowed hard and took a step back from the horse.

"I-I didn't see a stay-out sign, I'm sorry if I'm not all-" her rambling was cut off by his soft chuckle and the clang of the buckets now on the ground.

" I don't mind, doll. Clementine loves the company." I was hoping you'd show up, he kept that to himself of course. "While you're here, do you want to help me brush her? She gets sad if I don't do it before I leave."

Y/N smiles softly and nods at him, her hands folded in her lap. Bucky eagerly opened the stall and allowed her to enter first. He ran around to empty the feed buckets and placing the buckets on the shelf. He pants as he hands her a brush, his awkward smile earning a thank you.

Bucky stood on one side while she stood on the other, brushing the shiny coat of Celmentines's body. The silence was a comfort and the soft brushing noises were music to their ears. She enjoyed the silence and stolen glances at each other. His steel-blue eyes fixated on his favorite horse, she'd never seen someone look that loving towards someone else.

He breaks the silence "So what brings you guys all the way out to our neck of the woods?"

Was she supposed to be honest? Because 'I'm desperately trying to get over a man who ripped my heart out' doesn't scream approachable. She bit her lip and looked at him from the other side of the horse, their searching eyes meeting.

"Fella did me wrong so my friends decided a getaway was the best medicine," she explained, a watered-down version of what the real devastating truth was.

Bucky nods as he listens to her, slowly making his way to her side, brushing Clementine's hip as a cover. He didn't push it any further, now wasn't the time and he remembered her somber appearance when he first met her in the lobby "Where ya from?" He asks instead

"Brooklyn." His ears perk up, he hadn't thought about that city in so long.

"Brooklyn?" he hums, "how's the city these days?"

"Busy," she responds, looking over at him trying not to act surprised that he moved closer. "You've been?"

"Once or twice." 7 years. He frowned and bit the inside of his cheek. Y/N hums and starts to brush the side of her neck. Clementine whinnies, making the woman jump back. "I-It's ok," Bucky tells her kindly, holding out his hand, "she likes that, let me show you." He takes off his hat and tosses it on top of the hay pile behind them.

His flesh arm placed at on her midback, bringing her closer to the horse. His metal arm covers her hand to guide the brush down Clementine's neck. The sound of her own heart was deafening, he was so close she could pick up everything. The smell of hay and horses mixed in wish musk and was the cedar? It was manly...just like him. The stands of loose hair stuck to his forehead, small grey hairs mixed into his stubble.

Her eyes shifted away from his face onto the sight in front of her, his hand over hers, the gold and black metal shining in the overhead light. She wondered if he could feel her. "Your arm?" she questions barely audibly.

"It was a military accident...I fell," he responded, she couldn't tell if there was sorrow in his voice or he was just accustomed to explaining it all the time.

"It's nice! I hope I didn't offend you," she tried to pull away from the situation she created but his flesh arm held her still. He looks down at her and smiles.

"You didn't. It was a long time ago."

His reassurance got her to relax. They eased into small talk about their lives, she learned that he was born here and always helped the Starks on the ranch when they opened it, leading into a job when he got out of school. He was kind and funny, made her heart constantly skip beats when he said something nice. It made her forget John Walker for a while.

The sun went down, the auto light of the stables turned on. Bucky knew he should've clocked out by now, but this was far better. She was sad, he knew that, but when she relaxed she was surprisingly funny with her quick wit, soft smiles, and her newfound love for his favorite girl Clementine.

"Have you ridden before?" he asks as they finish, taking her brush back.

"No," Y/N laughs as she recalls her childhood, "I saw a boy fall off one at summer camp and I swore I'd never do it. I admire from afar."

Bucky joins in on the laugh while he grabs his hat and dusts off the loose straws of hay on his hat. Y/N bits her lip and pats Clemintine one last time before the pair walked towards the door "Watch your step," he warns, holding his metal hand out for her to take. She looks at him for a moment, feeling like her feet were cement. Her eyes flash from his hand to the softness in his eyes.

"Fucking hell Y/N let's go!" John's hand outreached for her, it was shaking, matching his anger. "I'll fucking leave you here. You know, fuck it. Walk home." That hand turned into a fist... she didn't like that fist.

Hesitantly she takes it, her nervous fingers wrapping around his palm as he guided her over the edge of the stall and onto the main ground of the stable. "Thanks for letting me brush her, it was nice," she smiled, still holding his hand. She wasn't the only one who didn't let go.

"Any time, doll. How long are ya here for?"

"5 days," she responds. Not enough time, he frowned and bit the inside of his cheek.

"Well you can come down any time you'd like, Clem would like the company." I would too.

Y/N finally realized she was holding his hand, her eyes went wide and pulled away suddenly, her nervous chuckle ringing in his ears "I-I should go... thank you again Bucky."

She scurries off towards the inn, their hands still tingling. He'd never been this happy to still have nerves in his arm "God bless Wakanda tech," he praised under his breath, clenching and unclenching the hand.

"Y/N! Wait a minute," he shouts stopping her mid way. She turns and see's him standing there in the overhead light of the stable, like he was waiting for her to get there safely.

"Yeah?" she questions, matching the volume of his voice.

"While you're here you should try Happy's Diner! Best coffee in town!"

"I thought this place did?"

"Don't let Pepper convince you!"

Y/N giggles and nods "I will. Goodnight Buck."

"Goodnight, Y/N!" He watches her leave, making sure she was safely inside, she turned to catch one last glance at him making the brunette smile at her and waving her off.

It would be another hour before Natasha and Wanda returned to the room, finding their friend in the same position in the chair by the window. This time her shoes were dustier than before, black hairs visible on her cream-colored shirt. She stared at the cowboy painting on the wall in front of her like her life depended on it "What did you do all day, Y/N?" Wanda asks, tossing Y/N's phone on the bed.

She expected her to run and grab it, feverishly checking the messages John couldn't send. That reaction never came, she didn't flinch when the phone landed on the bed with a soft thud. Her mind was still a blur, Bucky was kind, he held his hand out for her and got her to the other side of the stall...he waited for her.

"This," Y/N remarks, coming out of her thoughts pointing to the chair she was occupying. The spy in the leather jacket didn't buy it, looking at the differences in her clothing and demeanor.

"Sounds like a bore," Nat sighs, deciding to let it go for a moment.

"How was the restaurant?" Y/N yawns, getting up and walking past them. The two redheads sniffed the air as she passed, it smelled like Y/N had been sleeping in a barn. Well, that was almost true.

"What the hell is that smell?" Wanda grimaced, her nose scrunching at the foul smell. Y/N stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes, she wasn't about to tell them about her time in the stable with Bucky. She brought her shirt up to her nose, fuck, it was her.

"Must be the atmosphere," she laughed it off, "I'm going to bed!" She rushes off before the accusations came and she knew they would come.

The door to the adjoining room slams shut and the girls give each other a knowing look "Twenty bucks says she smuggled Walker in here," Wanda bets.

"Nah, it was the guy with Steve. She blushed way too much to have done nothing about it."

"Fair."

[honoredbastard]

such pretty tears, baby boy ♡

“does this get you off?”          “MGH! y/n please-”     “ah ah ah-”   

✻ ˒ ໍ CHARACTERS ♡ bonten!mikey, bonten!rindou haitani and sadist gn!reader. all above the age of 20. they’re all timeskipped.

✻ ˒ ໍ CONTENT/KINKS ♡ NSFW, EDGING, TYING, OVERSTIMULATION, Y/N BEING A soft SADIST-(?) MASOCHISTS, BOTTOM, BOYS, GIVE NO REICIVE. drug/addiction mention(s). MENTIONS OF PET PLAY.

✻ ˒ ໍ A/N ♡ Y’ALL SADISTIC GN!READER HAS ME BY THE NECK-. i don’t know how to write rindou nor smut well FORGIVE ME GODS OF SMUT- it’s just a little drabble thingy ma jig that really couldn’t be kept in my drafts for too long- manga spoilers? draken will be next time? also toy/gear mentions.

::  ִֶָ MANJIRO “MIKEY” SANO 𓂅

sex with mikey was usually nice, lazy, and quiet. on other days he’d devour your body like a starving man, but in reality he was a little on the frustrated side. sexually. at times he’d be away for business purposes as he’d tell you and leave sanzu or rindou to be your bodyguard. as for rindou you appreciated his company, he didn’t talk to you much but the times you’d cook for him ( he loves your cooking, bad or not this man will devour it in full. so will ran, ran is just all smiles and eating. burnt food? doesn’t bother him. ) and/or just a small conversation was enough for you to smile. although sanzu was a different story, the top trusted bonten members and mikey all shared a loft, including you. so it didn’t take a lot of time to understand sanzu’s.... addiction.

it didn’t bother you much but whenever you came out of your shared room with mikey, he’d stare. just stare at you calmly, sword or gun in hand. sometimes he mistook you for his s/o, other times he was too high to think straight and was sprawled out on the couch. half of his body melting into the floor. you wondered how he could do that comfortably. 

but that didn’t matter anymore, mikey was arriving home soon and you snuck around to grab some things around the house. a rope (thank you high sanzu for complying and ordering one), a ball gag, a small paddle that shouldn’t hurt too much, and a blindfold. all things you ordered off the internet after studying in secret for weeks.

when you were alone, lonely, and sexually frustrated you stumbled across bdsm and kinks. of course mikey had kinks and interests that he’d expressed to you which you happily indulged in them. ( his spanks hurt, but they make mikey’s hips thrusting against you afterwards 10x better. ) at the time you just believed you were a maso with a bratty side and mikey had to many kinks to list that left you both in undying pleasure.

all until you were alone all over again, sanzu drunk and on whatever drug he smoked or popped this time. you were free to do as you want. a little on the dangerous side when your boredom stretched for hours on end when sanzu was sober enough to recognize your sneaking presence. at times he’d play along and sneak up behind you ( he’s too good at this when he has his sanity tbh ) and whisper in your ear “what are we hunting this time?” “OH FUCK!!” you’d scream and on reflex threw a fist at the man, who’s arms blocked his face and your fist. “sanzu!” you groaned, heart thumping against your chest like a race horse.

“i’m sorry.” you voice strained, scared that you fucked up this last time with sanzu and he was tired of it. “it’s fine, it’s fine. i’m the one who scared you. sooo... whatcha sneakin’ about for?” he grinned, leaning closer to your face. his eyes felt like he could see your lies before you’d come up with one, so you just told the truth.... parts of it at least. “i didn’t want to wake you and i got ordered stuff that i wanted to use online and i was gonna go get it!” 

sanzu’s face that was inches apart from yours leaned away, he smiled politely before trotting back to the couch. “all good, just wanted to make sure boss’ partner wasn’t meetin’ other gang members. y’know?” his body practically melted into the couch, eyes flicking between you and the t.v before getting comfortable. “you know i would never, sanzu!” you grinned, he shrugged, eyes already half-lidded. 

yup, he was about as stable as a dizzy ram for a few minutes there. you sighed and marched your way to outside where two small boxes were stacked above a bigger box. those were all toys- anal beads, a small paddle, dildos. you name it, you ordered it. you could already fantasize it- mikey under your touch, tied to a chair with every. single. part of him.... exposed. your body felt a shock through it, biting your lip to remain calm but it was hard for your ideas to settle.

you could already feel a knot building in your stomach that you had to get out badly. mikey would be a couple hours right? when you arrived to your shared space with mikey, you put the boxes in the closet and searched for something of his. something that smelled of him, that made you tingle in all the right places. you found a familiar black shirt so you took it, plopped onto the bed and held it in one hand while the other went to town on yourself. you began losing your mind from the pleasure as you started edging yourself - falling into a fantasy of your own.

mikey body was wearing ropes like clothes, you were staring him down with a smug smirk. eyes slow and attentive, it made mikey twitch when he watched. toes curled when you licked your lips, biting down on your cheek to stop you from devouring him right there. no no no, you had to have your fun. you inched closer to him, eyes never leaving his.

the man unable to speak was bontens number one, his life was right there for you to hold in your palms. you were aware of this, but you treated him like he was another civilian. he, of course, allowed you to. your hands brushed his untouched cock that was dripping with precum, “excited already?” you asked, licking the pent up contents.

mikey, who was gagged, nodded quickly before your warm tongue dragged itself from his base to his already flushed tip. playing with the slit for your own amusement while he tried to buck his hips to no avail. you were aware he’d try to get himself into your mouth, lure you into his trap where he has his way with you and not the other way around.

“ah-ah-ah.” you shook a finger at him, a teasing yet playful tone, your hand wrapped itself around his veiny shaft, slowly but surely raising the speed with each bite you placed on his pale thighs. he twitched and squirmed as he neared his release till you slowed down at the peak moment. you could hear his frustration through his muffled pants and whimpers. your fingers rubbed back and forth across his slit before placing a thumb there.

you looked up at mikey who’s cheeks were redder than a tomato, you kept looking while your mouth neared his inner thighs. you placed hickeys, ran a nail from the inside his hip down his thigh which made him squirm more. his skin flinched at the odd feeling, then you did it with his cock.

that sent him into an odd feeling of pleasure that made his toes curled, breath hitch, and eyes squeeze shut. raising yourself from the ground, you sat onto his lap with open legs for taunting him. “should i remove that ballgag? hmm?” you questioned, blowing into his ear before biting at the lobe. “so sanzu can hear your pleasure as i play with you to my heart content?” you licked behind his ear, his head jerked back slightly - free rain to kiss up and down his neck.

 “i’m not letting you cum till you cry for me.. slut.” you clicked in his ear, he shivered at your dominance over him. 

I’M GOING TO HELL FOR THIS ONE EVEN IF IT’S SHITTY LMFAO-

::  ִֶָ RINDOU HAITANI 𓂅

sex with rindou was about a mix of everything. it was like those ‘god making me’ tiktoks you’d stumble upon every-so often from your pure boredom. at times you were allowed to go to bonten meetings and overs you weren’t. ( rindou is keen on protecting you from the heavy shit he sees too often. especially if those meetings are fucked up. ) so when you weren’t either someone who was already informed like koko or ran which rindou trusted more than anyone to watch over you, to be your bodyguard. 

the problem was, rindou didn’t touch you in the places that craved being touched. your bottom half was aching to feel his hands again, to become red, fading into purple and blues. aching afterwards but getting the best aftercare, you were treated like royalty after you let rindou have his way with you. you even missed his breeding kink that would never end and left you in a shaking mess.

yet although all the offers and signals you threw at him, he brushed you off. now this was getting on your nerves. very much on your nerves. so you set up a plan: overstim and edge your boyfriend beyond compare. you’d give him the best aftercare for a price. you were going to have your way with him, of course you’ll ask for consent and walk him through what you’d do to him. but after that the power exchange was all yours.

you’d both mutually set up on a safe word and if either of you couldn’t speak properly you set up a safe signal. rindou was invested in bdsm and you too, became invested into it. which may have flipped your sadist switch. the idea was to tie rin up or to a chair. you had plenty of gear ( both pet and non pet play ) and way too many restraining gear. which excited you of all the things you could do.

although you knew one thing for sure. you were going to play with his cock till it ached and tears were burning into his cheeks while you tried your way at humiliating him. he’d done this to you many times, restrained you, made your nipples harder than him. it was everything.

when you peered out of your room you saw ran sitting at the dinner table concentrating at something. “should i pester him?” you questioned aloud in a hushed voice, “hm? oh is that you, y/n?” “yes?!” you felt like you got caught, your voice was high pitched and confused which made ran laugh. “at ease, come on over here.” following his orders like a dog, you stumbled your way over to ran awkwardly.

you stared at the cards in awe, “are you playing by yourself?” “actually yes i am! would you like to play with me?” “sure!” you sat time with a smile, yyou seemed focused but your mind was somewhere else. far far away from the ground, it all played out with rindou’s loud moans and occassional grunts as your hand slid down his length. eyes flicking to him than the thing you were working so well for - applying your mouth soon after. though rindou failed your plans for his edging, you still went to town as he filled your mouth, riding his orgasim while you kept going. the pleasure becoming painful but it felt oh-so.... good.

                thanks for reading! <3 it was horrible but fun to write 10/10.                 rindou’s part sucked everything that i had worked on was                 deleted and i’m still pissed so it’s not great, thank you!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Looking for a Place to Happen 3

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity, some violence and threats, toy play, forced masturbation, some content not warned.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: Again, I’m always grateful to anyone who reads. Take care.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 3: Wayward ho, away we go

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You bent and picked up your phone. The screen protector was cracked and peeling. You lifted it off and checked for any real damage. The stream had ended but it was still operational. You tucked it away as you looked between the bikers and grabbed your jacket.

“Well, thanks for the show,” you headed for the door but found yourself shadowed.

You swung the door out into the cold and that man, Sam, followed you onto the beaten down snow across the sidewalk. He stopped you before you could evade him and cross the street. You turned back and squinted at him.

“You know, I didn’t even get to pay my tab,” you pulled away from him roughly.

“So, do I get a name yet?” he asked.

“You guys are weird,” you grimaced, “no.”

“Come on, I just saved your ass,” he crossed his arms as his breath fogged before him, “I mean, you kinda owe me.”

“Maybe your friends need to learn to control their tempers,” you scoffed and hopped over the snow to cross the street. As you expected, he kept on and as you came to the other side, you turned on him. “Look, dude, you know that whole hard-to-get thing is a myth. I’m not interested.”

He chuckled under his breath and shoved his hands into his coat, “sure,” he smirked, “I can’t let you walk home alone. Not after you go and insult the whole club. Do you really not know the shit that is aimed in your direction right now?”

“Are you talking about yourself or…” you said wryly and spun back to your path, “it’s a small town, I’ll make it home.”

“Oh yeah, it is a small town,” he caught up to you and kept step with you, “you think I don’t already know where you live?”

You ignored him and zipped up your jacket as the cold began to seep in. As he said your name, you stopped short. A chill went through you that wasn’t the winter.

“You’re a creep,” you said.

He laughed again and slung his arm over your shoulder. You tried to wiggle him off but he kept you firmly in place against him. He began to walk, pushing you forward across cracked edges of ice left from diligent shovels.

“Honey, let me tell you something, what I did back there, you’re not just walking away scot-free, you get that? You want me gone? Well, then you can find out what happens without me watching your back,” he said as he squeezed you, “I can go back right now and tell those boys it’s free hunting. You won’t make it past the corner.”

You stiffened and shifted. You were never the brightest, you made dumb decisions, but you knew then this was worse than any before. Your fun time was really a big fucking mistake. How many warnings did you need before you realised how stupid you really were? It wasn’t just a meme, it was like the godfather sent a horse head straight to your door.

“Hmm, don’t think I’ve ever seen you so quiet,” he mused as his arm slipped and his hand went to the small of your back. He turned you down your street and you glanced around at the familiar houses, “listen, you’re probably scared shitless right now? Or should be if you were smart enough to notice the gun on my buddy’s hip? Or the one on mine?”

“Is this how you always get girls?” you croaked through your dry mouth as you closed in on your nan’s house.

“I’m sure other guys like the whole snarky manic pixie dream girl thing you got going on, but I’m not other guys,” he returned as he stopped you just at the end of your grandmother’s walk, “and you didn’t just fuck around with a couple of bikers tonight, you insulted the whole club. In fact, I’m a little pressed about it myself.”

He reached out and slid two fingers into your jacket pocket. He took your phone out and turned it in his hand.

“No more of this,” he put it in his back jean pocket, “not tonight. I’ll be back tomorrow and we’ll go over the rest of it but… if I see one TikTok or one meme, I’m going to be knocking on that window just above your bed.”

You blanched and peeked over your shoulder. The curtains moved as you caught your nan’s grey hair disappear behind it. You put on that stubborn pout you always got when things didn’t go your way and narrowed your eyes.

“You know this isn’t normal, right?” you whined.

He snickered and puffed out his chest, “this is Birch. This is how things go.” He reached out and ran his thumb over your chin, “you’re young, you’ll learn.” He winked and looked over at your nan’s house and waved with two fingers. “Tell the old lady I say hi,” he grinned, “but I can always tell her tomorrow.”

You scrunched your lips as felt like folding inward. He turned and strode off back down the street, his shadow fading into those cast by the streetlights. You sighed and headed up the walk and pounded your soles up the stairs. You let yourself in but faced another obstacle in your night.

Your nan sucked on a cigarette as she watched you unzip your coat.

“I thought you quit,” you said as you hung your coat on the rack.

“I thought I told you to stay away from the club,” she sniffed.

“Well… I tried,” you lied poorly.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure you did,” she flicked the ash into the carpet without concern, “I’m an old lady now, I can’t help you.”

“He’ll go away. He’s just… you know how guys are,” you knelt to undo your boots.

“I do, do you?” she challenged, “I don’t remember many boyfriends gracing my stoop.”

“He’s not--”

“That man will make himself whatever he wants to be,” she gristled, “that’s how they work.”

“Look,” you stood and rubbed your forehead, “I know I fucked up. Can you just--”

“Oh, I won’t just,” she snapped, “let me tell you something, don’t be afraid to grab a man by the balls and twist. It saved me a lot of trouble.”

“Nan--”

“I’m not saying you should, just giving you options,” she puffed out smoke, “but you gotta be smart and make the shot count.”

“I don’t… get it,” you blinked.

“You will know,” she tilted her head, “women got a sixth sense. You’ll find out soon enough.”

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Your nan’s words stuck in your head. Your day off was no longer as exciting. You woke with a knot in your stomach and a dull stone behind your eye. You descended to join your grandmother for coffee, restless as you didn’t have your phone to keep you busy. You fidgeted and drank the bitter brew without a hit of sugar or milk.

There was a lingering shade of dread as the wise widow’s words swirled in your head with the strange man’s promise. He said he’d be back, he didn’t say what time, he didn’t say for what, but he said he would. As much as you rolled your eyes at the club, those men proved they had conviction and Sam had shown himself to be persistent.

You ate porridge with cinnamon and fake sugar. Your grandmother’s daily fare. You left her to her crosswords and her ramblings about the daily news. You told her to change the channel and lighten up before you went. She quipped back at you to “smarten up” and for once, you had no rebuttal; she was right, it was only that it was likely too late.

You sat in bed and watched Netflix. You had your laptop but you didn’t dare look at your TikTok as it just reminded you of the night before. It all began to sink in as you felt the thick arm around your neck and heard the rough gristle of the boss’ voice. You only realised then how close you’d been to biting it and it made your skin crawl.

Hours passed and you began to pace and fuss around with random pens and books. Maybe he forgot, maybe he wasn’t coming. Maybe it had all been threats to make you stop. Well, it worked and you would delete your TikTok once you got the nerve to open it.

Then you heard the heavy boots on the stairs and the pounding at your door extinguished the hope disguised as doubt. You cringed and stood in one place as you couldn’t bring yourself to move. You crossed your arms and chewed your lip. 

You were very bad at thinking things through. You didn’t consider that you hardly knew this man, though the fact was plain in your mind. You didn’t consider that you’d rarely been alone with a man. You didn’t consider that you knew exactly what his vulgar looks and suave words meant and that your denial could not erase them and all of these things were obvious and unavoidable.

A tapping came at the window beside the door and he waved to you as the blur in your vision cleared. You bit down on the inside of your lip and made yourself cross to the door. He turned the handle as you did and pushed his way past your reticence. He stepped in as you stumbled back.

You were good at acting cool, at being the quirky friend, the goofball, but when it came down to it, you were just clueless. It was better to seem apathetic and not let on how much of a loner you really were. You always wanted to be one of the cool kids but never really were.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he kicked the snow off his boots and it powdered over the mat, “this is a cute little place you have.”

“Alright, alright, I get it, I’m scared, okay? I’ll delete everything and won’t do it again,” you raised your hands defenselessly, “you made your point--”

“Have I?” he sniffed as he let his leather jacket fall down his arms, “because I’ve been thinking all day. How to punish you. You see, these things, you have to be punished. That’s the rules.”

“I…” you backed away from him slowly as he sat in the wicker chair behind the door and unlaced his boots.

“Not my rules, the club’s,” he said flatly, “now, don’t be lookin’ at me like that because if I’d left you with those other boys, you’d be in the rubble of that garage.”

You gulped and hugged yourself as your eyes rounded. His eyes clung to you and he grinned as he stood.

“Well, I know you’re telling the truth at least,” he said, “you’re scared.”

He neared and walked past you. He circled you and slapped your ass. You flinched and he chuckled. You were startled at how quickly he’d disassembled you. You tried to ready yourself mentally all day for his arrival and yet you could never be prepared for that instance.

He strode along the other side of the bed and pulled out the top drawer of your night stand. He shuffled through your things and slammed it. He turned back and went to your dresser and slid out the slender drawer of necklaces and random receipts. He felt around blindly and you heard the familiar roll against the wooden bottom.

“Ah, jackpot,” he pulled out the silicone vibe and spun it between his fingers as you watched him over your shoulder, “I knew a girl once, kept it hidden under her mattress, another had this vase on her desk… but mostly, no one puts much thought into hiding when no one’s looking.”

“What are--”

“Shhhh,” he hushed you as he put his finger against his lips, “it’s a very simple punishment and if I’m being honest, and let’s be clear I’m being very generous here, it’s not much punishment at all.” He took your hand and pushed the vibe against your palm, “you just gotta use that.”

You furrowed your brows as his warm hand closed yours around the silicone and he squeezed. You trembled and he let you go as he winked.

“Chop, chop,” he clapped his hands, “I can always come up with something else.”

You searched his face as he backed up and leaned on your dresser, arms crossed over his thick chest as his biceps bulged through his long sleeves. You peered down at the toy in your hands and traced the subtle curve with your thumb.

“Get comfortable, honey,” he coaxed, “when you finish, we’re done… for tonight.”

You were breathless as you turned away from him. Your head spun and you recounted all your mistakes as they rushed over you. You were so stupid. You couldn’t blame anyone but yourself but that didn’t make it any easier. 

And you couldn’t do it. Even alone, you were always filled with the sense that everyone knew what you were doing with the vibe. That some lurker would hear you and expose your secret. A guilt atoned only in your pleasure.

“Tick, tock,” he chirped as you heard the wood groan against his weight, “you need help?”

“N-no,” you stuttered and dropped the toy on the bed.

You fumbled with your fly for what felt like forever. Your hands were shaking so bad and stopped as you asked yourself what you were doing. What you had to. You had no doubt in his promises. You were learning the hard way like you always did.

You shimmied your jeans down and slid them to your ankles. You got up on the bed and he tutted. 

“Panties,” he snapped his fingers, “don’t be shy.”

You didn’t look at him as you lifted your ass and tugged down your panties. You kept your legs together as you unhooked them from your ankles and shoved them aside. You cleared your throat and reached for the toy as his figure loomed along the top of your vision. You clicked the button and stared at the buzzing vibrator.

“Almost there, honey,” he purred, “I’m starting to think you’re liking this already.”

You sucked in your breath and pushed your legs apart as you closed your eyes. You put your hand on the bed behind you and leaned back as you shoved the toy against your cunt and hissed as it rolled over your clit. You cupped it with your palm and moved it over your bud as the ripples flowed from your core.

You clamped your lips in your usual habit. You held in the moans that threatened and tried to ignore the soft breath of the man in the room. Your whole body was alight with shame and lust fed by the vibrations. You dropped your head forward and winced as you sensed him come closer.

“Oh, honey, look at you just diving right in,” he taunted, “that’s it… you don’t gotta be quiet with me.”

“St-st-stop,” you rasped out, “I can’t--”

“You are,” he slithered, “now keep going. I see you getting close already.”

You squeezed your eyes tight and gripped the toy between two fingers and swirled the tip around your clit. You wanted it to be over and despite yourself, his voice fed your need for release. You hummed between your teeth and arched your back as you rocked your hips against the vibe hungrily.

“Mm mm mm, honey, I don’t think you could handle a man,” he teased.

You gasped and panted as you felt the pressure pulse and you sped up. Your other arm shook and collapsed as you fell onto your back and writhed as you closed your legs around your hand and the toy. You came with a whimper as your body shook and you turned onto your side as the orgasm echoed through you.

“Very good,” he cooed and you felt a dip in the bed. You opened your eyes as he leaned his knee on the edge, “smile for the camera, honey.” You gaped at the lens of your phone and snickered as he lowered it, “now that… I think that might go viral.”

“Wha-- No,” you sat up and reached out as he stepped back and you nearly toppled over the side of the bed.

“Hmm, I might keep it to myself,” he tapped his fingertip against the back of the phone, “I don’t really like to share…” he faced you again and tucked the phone away, “I usually keep my girls to myself.” You blinked and bent your legs as you tried to cover your bottom half. He pushed his chest out and exhaled, “you are mine, right, honey?”