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POCKETS OF TIME ex-wife.ᐟleila ouahabi x reader

summary moments with leila that you hold dear to your heart.

contains ex.ᐟwife leila ouahabi x reader universe, this is set during the years of their marriage, mentions of weight, they're so inlove, pure fluff!

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word count 2.6k

PLAYING STAY READY (WHAT A LIFE) BY JHENE AIKO FT KENDRICK LAMAR

ONE

you're laying on leila chest, her hands playing with your hair. lips still swollen from a long overdue makeout session. this was the first time you have seen leila in about two weeks, she had been away doing the usual football duties she has to do to get the career she strives for. you two texted the entire time while she was away, but nothing can compare to hearing her voice in person and feeling the warmth of her body against yours.

“i missed you.. alot,” you murmur, breaking the comfortable silence that laid between you two.

leila chuckles, “really? i missed you more.”

“pfft, no way. i always feel like a puppy begging for you to look my way.”

“anyone who knows us would disagree with that. i'm the one always looking for your attention.”

you sit up, making leila frown at the sudden loss of weight. her frown soon turns into a smile when she looks at your face; brows all furrowed and eyes all squinted. when you looked like that, she always knew you were thinking hard.

“i've been crazy about you since literally the first day you asked me out,” you say.

“same here,” leila sits up beside you, pushing back some of your hair behind your ear with her hand, “i liked you so much so fast. i never said anything about it until now cause i thought it would scare you off.”

you laugh, shaking your head.

“scare me off? nah, you could never scare me off.”

leila pulls you back into her arms, falling back onto the bed. “good cause i'm too obsessed to let you go.”

TWO

“look at you,” leila says with admiration laced into her tone, “your bump has gotten so big.”

a shy smile graces your lips as you look in the mirror at where leila's hands are resting at the bottom of your belly bump. ever since you have been showing, leila has asked you to stand infront of the floor length mirror in your bedroom so you two can look at the bump together.

“i feel like a whale,” you pout. weight isn't something you have ever really cared about, but seeing your body change so much in such a short amount of time has messed with you a bit if you're being honest.

leila scoffs before gently biting your ear. “don't talk about my wife like that,” she says, resting her head on your shoulder.

you roll your eyes in faux annoyance but in reality your heart warms at how she doesn't let you self deprecate.

“you're gorgeous. you're basically glowing,” leila pairs her compliments with a kiss to your cheek.

“ugh, stop..” you mumble, pouting. feeling embarrassed with her attention on you.

leila shakes her head but stops for now. her mind focusing on something else, “is the extra weight giving you trouble? making your back hurt?”

you let out a sigh and nod. the bigger your bump grew, the more your back felt strained. you aren't used to carrying around the extra weight even at 24 weeks.

“it's okay, princesa. i gotchu,” leila says. she slides her hands to underneath your belly then pushes it up, lifting the weight from you.

the relief she gives you makes you groan softly.

the smug look of satisfaction leila gives you makes you groan again, this time out of annoyance, and close your eyes.

THREE

it's pouring raining outside. the weather matches your unpleasant mood. today felt like it was out of a movie, in a bad way. you had burned your eggs this morning so you went to work only have eaten a protein bar then you made a mistake at work and got scolded then on the way home you wanted to grab some cinnamon rolls to make up for your bad day but nope, forgot your cards at home and you only realized when you reached the counter. the sting of embarrassment that went through you when you had to say nevermind and walk out still burns you hours later.

so yeah, you have been having a shitty day.

you have already cried all the tears you could and eaten half of the ice cream in your freezer.

still, your bad mood is persistent. sticking onto you like it's humidity.

so you call leila, something you should had done earlier but you weren't thinking about that through all of your tears and anger at the day.

pick up, please you beg internally. the phone rings and rings until the voicemail plays. you let out a heavy sigh.

what could she possibly be doing? you remember her texting you in the morning with her usual good morning then telling you that she was going to go play soccer with her friends but that was back around eight am. she has to be finished with that by now.

you are about to set your phone down and start back on your ice cream binge when it rings.

my baby 💋 pops up on your screen. you barely let the ringtone play before you answer.

“leila..” you say, your voice nearly breaking into a sob.

“princesa, what's wrong? why you sound so down?” leila feels like her heart is breaking with how sad you sound answering the phone. she was just getting out of the shower when you called, so she missed it but called back the moment she was in her bedroom.

you let out a deep breathe, trying to stop yourself from crying. wanting to sound clear enough for leila to understand the words coming out of your mouth.

“today has been the worst day of my life. i swear.. like-” you go into a rant about all the happened. your chest feeling lighter and lighter as you speak.

leila listens to it all, already getting dressed as she puts you on speaker. she wasn't going to just sit at home while her girlfriend was going through it.

“don't worry, baby. i'm coming,” she says, staying a few minutes more on the phone before hanging up.

fifteen minutes later and there was a knock at your door. you get up and open it to the sight of a soaked leila with two bags in her hand.

“oh my god, leila, get in here.” you step aside to allow her to walk in. she smiles and come inside. kicking off her shoes by the shoerack before walking over to the kitchen to set the bags down.

“babe, why are you soaked?” you say, following behind her.

“cause i ran here. the bus would had took too long,” she says casually like that isn't insane, “oh, and i stopped by the store as you can see.” she starts to pull out the snacks she brought out of the bags.

you look at her like she's crazy. all you can do is laugh as you shake your head, “i love you but please, next time, just take the bus.”

“not when you about to breakdown over the phone with me,” she turns to look at you, frowning as she looks at your face. there are tear stains down your cheeks, your eyes are all puffy. she comes close to you and brings her hands to cup your face.

the coolness of her hands make you let out a puff, but you don't pull away. practically melting into her affection.

“next time you have a really shitty day, call me as soon as possible. i care about you, amor,” she says softly like you were fragile.

“okay.”

“okay?”

“i'll call you next time.. as soon as possible.”

“good. now let's eat all of these snacks until we feel sick and watch a movie,” leila says, proceeding to peck your forehead before pulling away.

you nod before remembering that leila is literally soaking wet and getting the water all over your floors. “right after you go dry off and change,” you say.

leila looks down at herself before smirking, “oh yeah. hold on a sec.”

FOUR

leila's sitting at one of the many tables in this venue, sipping on a glass of champagne. you and her have just got married. her feet are tired from dancing, her face is tired from smiling and laughing, and her stomach feels so full after all the cake she ate.

you're on the dance floor, dancing with your niece who isn't really your niece. the little girl, brielle, is actually your bestfriend's daughter. she's an adorable little girl who was happily the flower girl for the wedding.

the venue is pretty much empty at this point. everyone is off to their hotel rooms or outside talking about whatever. music is softly playing from the DJ booth. it feels like a scene straight out of a movie.

leila can't stop her smile from growing as she watches you pick up brielle and spin her around. you look so gorgeous like an angel. this day will definitely go down as one of the best days of her life. probably right after the day she first met you.

eventually brielle gets tired, resting her head on your shoulder. you smile as you walk over to leila.

“going to go give her back to her mom,” you say, nudging leila's foot with your heel, “then you're going to gimme a dance.”

“oh yeah?” leila sets her champagne glass to the side. she leans forward, putting her elbows on her thighs.

you nod, “mhm. i'm your wife, so you do what i want. happy wife.. happy life.”

leila shakes her head, smile still plastered on her lips, “hurry back.”

you make a kissing noise before walking away. leila whistles as she watches you walk away and lets out a laugh when you turn your head to give her an annoyed look.

ten minutes later, you're back. you come up to the side of leila and tap her shoulder.

“hi, wife. dance with me?” you hold out your hand towards her.

leila takes your hand and stands, “of course, wife.”

so that's what yall do. dancing slowly on the dancefloor, swaying to the music. there are some softly said words to eachother but it's mostly taking in the moment and enjoying it.

when the song ends, leila pulls you into a kiss. you smile into the kiss so of course she starts to smile too and the kiss goes from a embrace of lips to a clash of teeth.

“i love your smile,” leila says breathless when she pulls away.

your smile gets wider, if that's even possible, at her compliment.

“i love your smile more,” you say back.

“i love you.”

“and i love you more.”

FIVE

you're cutting vegetables, listening to your mother's voice while she talks about all the family drama. something about your cousin wedding and her husband being trash. you aren't really listening even though the tea is juicy.

it's hard to multitask; listen and cut up the vegetables well.

leila had took marco off to the park to tire him out. he has been energetic all day, so she got the got the great idea to take him out. your father decided to tag along, wanting more time with his grandson and daughter-in-law.

“-and you know, he didn't even ask for blessing from her parents to marry her. not that it's needed, but i'm pretty sure she would love to hear he got the approval of her parents,” your mother says, “he's so unlike leila. she actually came to us and ask for our permission.”

you were just nodding in agreement before fully grasping what was just said. you stop cutting, looking over at your mother.

“leila did what?” you say.

your mother looks at you, slightly annoyed you interrupted her gossiping. “she asked for permission to marry you. i remember she came here, brought flowers for me and a football jersey for your dad, and said she wanted to marry you and hoped for our blessing. of course, we gave it to her and look at you two now, married,” she says. all nonchalant like it was something you already known.

before you can say anything, your mother goes back to gossiping. continuing to talk down on your cousin's husband and you actually tune in this time as you swipe the chopped vegetables off the cutting board into the frying pan.

when leila, marco, and your dad come back, they're all starving. dinner is a lovely affair with the conversation flowing easily; marco talking about all they did at the park, your mother going into what she wants you all to do together as a family tomorrow, your father bringing up football, and leila chiming into every topic like the yapper she is.

your mind is off somewhere during dinner, but you still take part in the conversation.

after dinner, you take marco to go ready for bed while leila helps clean up.

coming out of the bathroom with a freshly bathed marco, you say goodnight to your mother and father as you pass by their bedroom. marco says a sleepy goodnight that leaves them smiling.

“night night, my love,” you say to him as you tuck him into bed. you had got him all dressed in his jammies. he looked adorable.

leila walks into the room, also changed into her pajamas and hair freshly wet from her shower. she smiles at seeing the two of you.

“mama, can we go back to the park tomorrow?” marco asks when leila comes to kneel beside you at his bed.

“mhm, yeah if we find the time,” she says.

you kiss his forehead then push back some of his hair from his eyes, “hm, you need a haircut.. we'll think about that tomorrow. sleep tight, have sweet dreams.”

you get up from where you kneel at the side of his bed and leila replaces you, going to give marco a kiss of her own and a few whispered words about what's to come tomorrow.

marco, exhausted from the day, is fast asleep by the time leila reaches his bedroom door. she smiles as she looks at him looking all adorable in his little bed then she gently shuts the door.

when she comes into your bedroom, slightly closing the door before getting into bed beside you. she kisses your forehead before saying, “he's an little angel, isn't he?”

“yeah.. must not take after you because you're the furthest thing from an angel,” you say playfully. giggling when leila pinches your side.

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” leila rolls her eyes, “go shower. you smile like fried vegetables.”

“so like a meal? awe, thanks for the compliment.”

“shut up.” leila rolls her eyes before shoving you with her shoulder.

you shove her back and scoff, “don't be mad i'm a full meal and you're not.”

“that's not how it was last night-” you cover her mouth before she can continue speaking. you can feel her lips turn into a smirk underneath your palm.

“okay, shut up,” you pull your hands away.

and of course, leila has that stupid smirk on her face. “okay.. just to let you breathe for a sec. you still gotta go shower.”

“i know, but before i do.. i wanted to ask you a question.”

leila gets slightly more serious as she raises her eyebrows, gesturing for you to go ahead and ask.

“did you ask for my parents blessing before proposing to me?” you ask.

the brunette lets out a sigh then laughs, “thought you were going to ask me something super serious. yeah, i did.”

“why?”

“cause i know how much your parents mean to you and you know, i love them too. i would have still proposed with or without their blessing, but it was nice to know they were 100% behind our engagement.”

you look at her for a moment before coming close to kiss her all over her face. leila giggles, half confused, half amused.

“i love you,” you say when you pull away.

she tilts her head, looks away for a second before saying, “i love you more, you weirdo. now go shower please.”

“pfft, I still smell like a meal. don't even.”

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A Man Called Danger 5

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Summary: You avoid drama, you avoid confrontation, and overall, you avoid men. But some men can’t be denied. ~ short!late 30s reader

Characters: biker!Bucky Barnes

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Your phone flashes. That's odd. You don't get calls. You make them when there's a work order stuck or supply issue. It's the managers that field the incoming ones.

More out of the ordinary is the caller display. It's only four numbers. You pick up. You answer with the department name and your own.

"Hey, sweetheart. Bring me another coffee? I'm caught up in something." Walker's voice drones through without pretense. 

You tense and glance over at his office door in disbelief.

"Don't knock. Just come in." He continues. "Thanks."

You frown as the line clicks. Great. Give an inch, trampled for a mile. 

Just do it. The quicker you are, the quicker you can get back to work. You get up and drag yourself to the break room. You tap around on the screen until you think you have the right one.

You take the cup and steel yourself. You leave the break room and cross the office. You glance around at the other desks. No one notices, there too engrossed in their own work.

You approach Walker's door. You hesitate. 'Don't know.' It feels wrong. You push the handle down and enter cautiously.

He's at his desk, lazily swiveling, elbow on the arm rest, pinky to his lip. You near as he peeks at you and points to his desk. You put the cup down and he winks.

You have no space for a response, not that you can think of one but a scowl. You keep that to yourself as the virtual meeting on his screen continues; conversations about budget and projections. You happily retreat, shutting the door softly in your stead.

You go back to your desk. You adjust it and refocus. There's enough work to do without worrying about coffees and managers and men on motorcycles.

Exactly. Don't think about him. You do your job well and you go home and mind your business.

The hours tick by with the click of the mouse and the clack of your keyboard. Your phone vibrates. It's Eva.

You answer.

"Hey, um... where are you?" She asks.

"Oh shoot. I forgot to message. I'm working a little late." You look over at Maxine as she packs up. "Things are a bit thin here."

"Well, that's no worries. The managers were chatting about happy hour..."

"Happy hour?" You repeat cynically.

"Promise, one drink only but it's a good chance to network. My boss said everyone goes." She babbles.

"Your boss," you nod with a tut.

"They're professionals."

"You're an adult. I told you. Make your own decisions. Let me know later if you need a ride. I should be done by then..." your voice trails off at the shadow behind your monitor. "Er, have fun. Talk later."

"Alright. Bye--"

You hang up and put your phone screen down. You hit the button to lower the desk, though Walker easily sees above your display. You raise your brows curiously.

"Did you still need me to stay, sir?" You ask.

His mouth slants and the line of hair above it too.

"If you don't mind getting the new work orders done, you're free after," he assures. "On my way out to a business dinner. New client."

"Okay," you wonder why he's telling you all that. 

"You can send me an email just to confirm," he intones.

"Will do."

"Well, see you tomorrow. Bright and bushy?" He drawls.

"Alright. See ya, sir."

"See ya," he echoes and taps two fingers on your desk before he departs.

He struts out but you're just as quickly rapt in your work. You don't feel like spending more than two hours on it. Doing other people's work is never easy. Most of your coworkers aren't very organized.

As the office empties out, a stolid desolation trickles in. Your typing and clicking is the only noise aside from the occasional scuff of your shoe. You just have to confirm the supplier and you're good to go. Not too late to toss a microwave dinner in. 

Your phone buzzes. It's seismic in the silence. You answer without checking the display. 

"Eva--"

"You still at the office?" Walker's baritone stifles your assumption.

"Just about to head out, sir." You sniff. Where did he get your personal number? He'd have to dig around the employee rolls, with a but of help from HR.

"Great. Can you do me a favour, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart. You bite back a dry echo of the pet name.

"Sir?"

"You know I was in such a hurry, I forgot to grab my wallet. Bit of a problem since I offered to treat the new client." He sucks his teeth. "Figured if you're there, it wouldn't be too much."

You're quiet, mulling your options. You could say no but you don't think even the overtime would have that going over well. You should. It's beyond your hourly obligations.

"Down at Martine's. Thanks."

He hangs up without your acquiescence. You look at the ceiling and grimace. Damn. Just do it.

You put in the last numbers and shut down. You grab your bag and check that you have everything. Your lunch is mostly untouched.

You stop again in front of Walker's door. Wouldn't he lock it up? Nope. The handle gives and you slowly enter. It's eerie.

You flip on the lights and quickly cross to the desk. The wallet sits right on the corner. As if put there intentionally. You scoop it up and flee.

You hate this. You won't say so. You asked for a favour and got one. It's the least you can do.

As you come outside, the rumble of an engine puts you on edge. You're reminded of life beyond the spreadsheet. Walker is the least of your problems but you don't see that other one riding around on his bike.

You put the GPS on to find your way. You don't frequent the overpriced eat-ins. The drive is shorter than you anticipate but that hardly assuages your agitation. You can't tell if that constant drone is your paranoia or some lurking shadow.

You park along the curb and peer up at the marquee. In and out. Then home.

You get out and grip Walker's wallet tight. That rolling roar fades. You step up on the sidewalk and march to the door. You're kept from the door by a sudden barrier. It's him. That man; Bucky.

He is short his usual leather jacket. Instead, he wears a sleeveless black shirt, that same gold medallion over his chest. He smirks at you.

"Date night?" He asks, a hand on his hip.

You frown. You bristle and press the leather wallet against your leg. "None of your business. Excuse--"

You try to sidestep him and he moves with you. You back up.

"Please. I just need to get inside."

"Uh huh. Sure. Not eating alone, are we?" He asks.

You huff. "Respectfully, it doesn't matter. Now please--"

"Nice place. You think they got steak? I could buy you a nice filet--"

You blink. His blue eyes taunt you as his cheek dimples beneath his thick stubble. You can't help but notice the strength in his exposed shoulders and set in his squared jaw.

"Not tonight."

"You worked late. I got it." He slithers. "How about another night?"

You tap the wallet against your thigh impatiently. The tick draws his attention yet the way his eyes scale back up, makes your insides crawl. You lift your chin.

"Excuse me. Please."

He chuckles. "Hard lady. Respect that." He reaches for you and you flinch. He caresses your cheek and bends to look you in the face. "Not tonight. Got it."

He licks his lips and pulls away. You furrow your brow and wince away from him. He doesn't try to stop you as you pass. 

You hold back the shudder until you're inside. You blow out the tension and tell the hostess you're looking for Walker. She checks the tablet then points you into the dining room.

You follow her. The diners are in suits and dresses and your in your office casual. You don't care to be one of them but it doesn't lessen your dejection.

Walker waves as he spots you. You approach as the hostess steps aside. "I'll have your server check in for drinks."

"No, that's--" you begin but she's already prancing away. You purse your lips and turn to Walker. "I got it."

You put the wallet down beside his empty glass. Your eyes flit over the rest of the table. You thought he was here with clients.

"Thanks," he puts his hand over yours before you can recoil. "Didn't wanna make the others wait around for me to pay."

"Right, er..." you wiggle your hand free and cross your arms. "Well, then, I'll--"

"Sir, you ready for another drink?" The server interrupts your weak attempt at escape.

You back up out of her way. "Sorry, I was just--"

"Sure, same for me, and she'll have..." he looks at you. You stand awkwardly to the side. "Oh, no, I think I should..."

"What was that special? Lavender mojito?" Walker speaks over you. "She'll have one of those."

The waitress smiles and spins away. You dodge her again. You watch her go then look at your boss.

"Sir, I appreciate it but I don't drink."

"One won't hurt," he slaps the booth seat next to him. "You came all the way down here. Least I can do is thank you."

You rock slightly. While no seems the easiest answer, you know better. Mr. Walker has proven himself especially vengeful to defiant employees.

You inhale and shuffle over. You sit on the very edge of the booth. He slides his wallet off the table and leans back as he tucks it into his jacket. He sighs and extends his arm behind you.

"Gonna fall off, sitting like that."

"I'm fine," you assure him, hands clasped in your lap.

The server returns. She replaces his short tumbler with a fresh on, neat and dark. She puts a pale purple elixir before you. You stare at it.

"Well, you'll have to tell me how it is. Never thought of drinking lavender." He prompts.

You hesitate. He drinks from his and you lean forward on the edge. One taste then you'll stop.

You sip the floral drink and your cheeks pinch with the citrus undertones. You feel a tickle on your shoulder and look over at Walker's thick fingers on your shoulder. You squirm. 

He drops the full weight of his arms across your shoulders and you choke. You wipe your lips with the back of your lips. He pulls you closer.

"Sir," you gasp.

"How's your sister doing at her new job?" He grips your shoulder as he traps you against him.

"Um." You stare at the table. You understand. You wish you didn't. You don't get favours for nothing. "She's finished her second day. Seems... to be going smoothly."

His hand creeps down your arm. You go rigid. Your ears vibrate. How long did you avoid me? Avoid this? How long have you spent wary and cautious? Now, look at you.

"Oh, good. Hansen's not an easy guy to deal with," he curls his fingers around your hip. "How's the drink?"

"Flowery," you eke out, digging your nails into the creases of your knuckles.

"You smell good," he nuzzles your hair.

"Sir," your face washes over with heat.

"Plush," he spreads his hand along the top of your ass. "So... it all worked out, didn't it? That little favour."

He angles toward you and his other hand lands on your thigh. "Do I get a thank you?"

"Erm, thanks," you look at his large hand as his fingers rub your pant leg.

"Think you'll like it too--"

A sudden crash makes you twitch and you nearly cry out. The glasses bobble on the table as a black helmet lands in the middle. Bucky stops beside the table 

"Doll, you told me you we're just running in," he frames his hips with his hands. "Got me waiting out there like a chump."

Walker keeps his arm around you. "And who are you?"

"I'd ask you the same, sitting here with your arm on my woman." Bucky steps closer.

"Oh? She didn't mention you," Walker continues to pet your leg.

You writhe in the seat, sweltering in the crossfire of these men.

"I'm introducing myself," Bucky sneers. "Doll, get up."

You can't move. You're horrified. The confrontation has drawn attention from the fellow diners. Worse, there is no good option. Not between either of them.

Bucky grabs your wrist and tugs. You shift and Walker keeps a hold on your hip.

"She's comfortable."

"She's mine," Bucky snarls. "I'm more than happy to make that clear."

He yanks you again. Walker lets you go and slides away. You nearly fall off the seat. Bucky catches you and puts you straight. Your boss brings himself to his full height as he comes out the other side of the round booth. 

Bucky turns to face him, keeping between you and the larger man. He scoffs.

"No suit ever got in my way," Bucky growls. "But I don't mind a challenge."

Walker considers him. The contrast between them is more than size alone, though the both dwarf you. Walker in his grey suit and patterned tie. Bucky in denim and scuffed boots.

"Next time, just tell me you're fucking scum," Walker sneers as his eyes pierce you. "Get the fuck away from my table."

Walker grabs the helmet and shoves it into Bucky's chest. He catches it without wincing and chuckles. He steps forward, moving the other man back on his heel.

"You don't talk to my woman with anything less than respect or I'll cut off that twig you were trying to get in her," Bucky spins the helmet and swings it so swiftly, you exclaim.

The shell cracks across his face and has him keeling over the table. The purple cocktail tips as he growls and cradles his face. Bucky snickers and grabs your wrist.

"Let's get outta here, doll."

[aesthetictarlos]

allieeeee!! congrats on 500!! 🥳 may I please request 9 or 13, whichever takes your fancy! 💖

Char 🥹💖 thank you soooo much!!

I've already written prompt 9 here so I'll go with 13.

Tommy’s well aware that his boyfriend is a catch. 

He fell for his gorgeous smile and his bright eyes the moment he met him and he noticed early on that Evan has a sunshine personality that just draws everyone’s attention. Whenever he steps in a room, it’s like time slows and the world stops spinning, so he’s used to catching people throwing appreciative glances at his boyfriend. 

Most of the time, it doesn't bother him that much; he’s jealous, always has been, but he knows Evan only has eyes for him and he feels secure in their relationship. Besides, he trusts his boyfriend so much and he always feels a bit smug when someone hits on him and he overhears him saying that he’s flattered but he’s taken. 

Other times, though, Tommy feels like a character in a cartoon and wonders if other people can see smoke coming out of his ears and notice how he’s looking daggers at the person hitting on his boyfriend. Today is one of those days. 

They're in a pub downtown, listening to a local band and decompressing after a week of long and exhausting shifts. Buck is at the counter, ordering them another beer and chatting with the bartender, a good-looking guy with black hair and a charming smile. A good-looking guy that's clearly giving him a once over and that has already winked at him four times in a row while making cocktails. 

That's not the problem, though. The problem is the tall, muscular guy next to him at the counter; he's leaning more and more into his space and bumping their shoulders together and touching his bicep all the time despite Buck putting distance between them and gesturing his head no. 

Tommy sees red. Guys that can't take no for an answer really piss him off and he can't just stay there and look while that guy squeezes Buck's shoulder and winks and nods towards the bathroom.

“Man, I already told you. I'm not interested, I have a boyfriend and we have no intentions of opening up our relationship,” Buck says right as Tommy is close enough to hear. 

“I'm not jealous,” the guy insists. “Can you at least give me your number? I'm a stylist and a fashion designer, and I work with important brands. I could show you around my workplace, it's cool.” 

“And his boyfriend is a firefighter pilot,” Tommy interjects, curling a possessive arm around Buck's waist and squeezing. 

The guy gives him a once over and whistles appreciatively, smirking. “Wow, are you a Greek God or something? You're a hot couple.” 

“That’s flattering but as my boyfriend said, we're not interested,” Tommy replies firmly, looking the guy in the eye until he takes the hint and disappears into the crowd. 

“Wow, babe, that was hot,” Buck comments suggestively, turning his head to kiss his neck. “You're so hot, like a Greek God.” 

Tommy groans. “Please. That was embarrassing.” 

“He's right though, we're a hot couple. The hottest.”

(Slightly inspired by the Tarlos scene in 2x04)

[peanutheaddd]

Hiiii peanut!!!!💖💖💖💖💖💖How are you, I hope you're doing well!!! I had a few questions in regards to your aus!!!💖💖💖 My first one was about the swap au: is there anything that would make petey snap in the au? He is a people pleaser to a fault and lets others walk all over him usually, but would there ever be anything that makes him snap out and piss him off/make him raise his voice and get angry at someone?? I thought that could happen during the flippy being evil arc, with lil petey being kidnapped and it being a highly stressful situation, but what about other instances, like while fighting dogman?? And what is dogman's reaction to him ever acting like that?? (being down bad, I'd imagine, HAHAHAHA/SILLY)

My other question was for the muse au!!! Is dogman a good model at first?? That is, can he keep still very well (because of his fighting in the war and being more disciplined than his canon self), or does he struggle with that, moves a lot, gets excited about stuff while modeling, etc.? I'd imagine petey being a bit annoyed and pissed off about it, if he was, but maybe ultimately even get inspired by his energy and get infected by his good mood, pffff-

Thank you for reading, peanut, I hope you have a nice day/night!!!! You're the best, take care!!!! After all, heavy is the crown of the goat, HEHEHEHE💖💖💖💖💖💖

WSGGGG SABBIE MY GOAT!!!!!!!!!!!! im doign awesome now that ive seen this ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!

pts peope pleasing tendencies runs through his entire being . ive thought about this before . and i think theo nly thing that could ever make him snap is if someone threatens lp or (after some time passes) dm.

i think the first time dm kidnaps lp pts Pissed the Fuck Off. but even then hes waaay more scared than angry. and even Then its Very fleeting because lps smiling and havign such a good time and lwk bothering dm like crazy and dm just sits there and lets him bother him and peteys like ?!@?$!# and the fear and anger gives way to . Confusion. LMFAOOOO

but yeah if dm ever did see him pissed the fuck off he would be gay as fuck about it i fear . 😭😭😭 i reckon his brain chemistry lwk changes the first time petey gets protective over him . its a huge thing for him esp bc . he sso used to Being the protective one. so being on the receiving end is. yk. a lot to take in ?

and for muse au... dms Def not a good model KLMFAOOOO i reckon it pisses pt off at first and he keeps telling him to stay still but dm listens to no one LMFAOOOOO. i reckon eventually he finds that he doesnt Want dm to stay still . like when he starts having trouble seeing him in a negative light . smth smth he wants to capture his energy someohw and if dms not candid then thats hard for him . he just starts finding the beauty in all his movement and energy . Ohhhhhh god Are tehy crazy

YOUUUUU HAVE A GOOD NIGHT SABBIE ! ! ! if the goats crown is heavy.... uour neck must hurt so bad.....l. come on.... lets go see a chiropractor together

[ferahntics]

Apparently shutting down anon asks was a good thing cause the silence is beautiful suddenly LOL

Anyways, pretty sure they slipped up and showed their account name, so please block sleepinglover293 and sleepinglover374 cause I got so many gore images in my inbox, alongside tons of death threats and wishing I got cancer and how they'll kill and SA me - all of that just because I wouldn't draw Dragon Fire Kirby sleeping. 🙃🙃

I despise callouts and avoid them, but I feel like this kind of behavior has to be acknowledged, cause throwing those things around so freely should not go without consequence.

Don't engage, don't send hate or anything, just block, report and move on.

[ms-newvegas]

Thrilled exhaustion

[adoresia]

I just wanted to insert myself here because I also happen to be in the united kingdom

lowk i wouldn't mind living in the UK...

HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS HELLO OMFG

im telling you guys we should band together and take over the uk...

[boimlerkisser]

Its Christmas Eve, and that means my Arthur is hard at work 🥺🥺💖💖💖 but when he comes home I'll be here to give him a big kiss and warm him up with some hot cocoa!!

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

how i’m looking at @applysome rn after she only went and surprise gifted me the most wonderful milex fic just to cheer me up 🥺

[torchflowering]

fics for @mcytrecursive have been revealed and come off anon! :D so hi @conscious-naivete i was your assigned gifter! 🎉

to anyone else who's interested: i wrote a direct sequel to avivakitty's A Knight in Spacesuit Armor, and i had a ton of fun! it's the most canon-compliant thing i've ever written. :D

check out the original fic if you haven't, and then read my sequel here!

[partyinthemysterymachine]

POV you're about to bear witness to the worst romantic sitcom imaginable

[14dayswithyou]

What happens if Angel did the ‘ignore your boyfriend for 24 hours’ prank on Ren?

✦゜ANSWERED: If you've already met Ren and you're in a relationship with him: he'd be so annoyingly clingy; following you around the apartment, attaching themselves to your side, whining into your ear about not hearing your voice in 5 whole minutes, pretending he's dying by dramatically falling at your feet, etc.

If you've met him but aren't in a relationship, then he'll simply watch you through your phone camera/webcam/security cameras like normal.

[spaceboyfrnk]

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[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Bout to muse about something that is part headcanon part canon events

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Tails is finally saved from his bullies by the (currently) small time hero he admires

Tails stalks follows his hero, uses his mechanical knowledge to improve Sonic's plane

While Tails follows Sonic around, even on dangerous journeys, the hedgehog keeps an eye out for the younger fox behind him, keeping him from being in too much danger

Sonic leads by example, demonstrating to Tails how to fight, and Tails runs maintenance on Sonic's plane and teaches him how to read

Soon enough, they become softly inseparable. Even if they can't adventure side by side (although they do more often than not), Sonic keeps contact with Tails whenever he can.

They strengthen each other's weak points. Where Tails lacks in raw strength, Sonic makes up for it with experience and speed. Where Sonic lacks in firepower, Tails has a machine, a gadget, or the technical know-how to take one. Sonic often rushes into danger, fighting without thinking too hard, but Tails' specialty is strategizing or making plans, and he's one of the few who can slow Sonic down enough to make sure he's prepared. And where Sonic supports Tails by being a force of nature, someone who can roll with the punches and execute one of Tails' plans with complete trust or faith, Tails also supports Sonic by understanding what he cannot, by crafting plans when Sonic is at a loss for how to proceed. They have such unwavering faith and trust in each other's abilities now.

Where Sonic is a hero, Tails is his own kind of hero, saving the people only he can save, helping in the ways only he can help. They support each other. They look out for each other. Even if Sonic is a force on his own, or Tails can go on solo adventures, they're more effective when they're together.

And no matter how things change as they grow, the people who come and go, the two of them are a constant. Sonic and Tails, ever at each other's sides.

[moth-tea-merchant]

Peitha give my strength to finally finish Zafira's ref sheet

[good-beans]

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