#these are fun and I Forgot to do it for days

[doodleodds]

Still feel like always returning after 2 years? /pos

I'd love to see more of your art if you're still doing it, I love looking at your older art hope you have a great day✨️✨️

Haha yeah, I'm still around! Has it really been two years since I last posted?? Good lord. Here's something summery that I finished up as a thanks for sticking with me :) I hope YOU have a great day! ✨️✨️✨️

bonus image of how many times i had to export to make sure my timing was right lmao

[sashaforthewin]

The bar started playing one of Steve’s favorite songs as they walked in, so he immediately pulled his date onto the dance floor, not even stopping to order drinks.

“So what do you do for work?” Steve leaned in and asked over the music. It was a cliche first date question, but you’ve gotta get the basics out of the way.

Eddie laughed and then admitted, “I don't actually know yet. I just got hired and my first day is next Monday. It's some type of office work I guess?”

“You don't know the position you interviewed for?” Steve asked, thoroughly amused.

“Dude, I was applying for every job available. I think I applied to four different positions at that same company alone, not to mention everywhere else hiring in a five mile radius!”

“I guess it does increase your odds, yeah,” Steve laughed, charmed. “What is the company?”

“Harrington and Sons.”

Steve blinked. “...It's Harrington and Son. Son is singular.”

“How would you know that?” Eddie asked, now the one leading the dance, since Steve had stopped.

“I'm Son in Harrington and Son,” Steve admitted. 

“Oh. OH… Oh, so you're, like, my boss probably, then, huh?” 

“Yeah, it would seem so.”

They both stood there, arms still loosely slung around each other's bodies but not dancing anymore. A few other couples bumped into them as they stood still on the dance floor, but they ignored them.

“This is probably considered a conflict of interest,” Steve admitted.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. He started to reluctantly remove his hands, but Steve stopped him.

“Unless! Unless we were already dating before I became your boss. And since you asked me out before we knew, I think it would be morally correct to just say we started dating earlier and we both forgot to mention it to my dad. I mean, if you want to.”

A mischievous smile started to bloom on Eddie’s face and he restarted their dancing. “Plus, we have a full eight days until I officially start. We could really hammer home this relationship in eight days. If you’re interested, of course.”

“Tomorrow morning I’ll call my parents and set up a dinner to introduce them to my boyfriend, finally, who I just forgot to mention before now. Too bad he doesn’t do interviews or hiring himself, it would be fun to watch him sweat when he saw you at dinner. Guess I’ll get to see that next Monday instead.”

“Oh,” Eddie exclaimed, “I’m gonna like you a lot!”

[cakewritez]

PLEASE can you write Zoey with a demon gf? hurt/comfort if you can!! THERES NO ZOEY X READER ANYWHERE IM STARVING😭

I DONT THINK YOUR READY FOR THE TAKEDOWN. ✧

Cw: OH BOY MAD ANGST LAWDDDD hurt / comfort, Zoey being insecure, panic attacks, just angst :( good ending though! Kinda short because this is hurting me 💔

She's in shock, denial. No no, anyone but you. First Rumi and now you? But, your not full of hate at all. You're beautiful and strong, not to mention everything she's not. How could you, be a demon? Everything she stands to hate, to distain, how could she love a demon like you?

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

You weren't supposed to get in the crossfire, you werent supposed to be in the line of fire at all. It was an honest mistake, you undid your jacket you always wore and laid in on their couch. You'd thought they would be gone for at least a week, considering the text your new girlfriend had sent you. God, you loved her.

You had met over a shared taste of food, and attending art museums you kept bumping into her. Your connection deepened from that, along with the little texts she sends you with cute selfies attached. You'd reply with your own before giggling to yourself and going on with your day.

The voices got louder, Gwi-Ma got louder. It hurt to hear him whisper the same thing over and over again, "Break up Huntrix and you'll be free from my control.. Break Zoey." you couldn't do that to her. You drowned them out as best as you could, music, podcasts, whatever that was loud and in your ears.

She told you about her job as a Hunter soon after, people always told her she was eager to please and a little too trusting, she'd made that mistake too many times.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

"Whhaaat? So your saying like, demons are real? And, you hunt them?" You tried your best to make a shocked expression, It melted your heart to hear her ramble about her secret life to someone other than Rumi and Mira. Although, you'd have to pretend like you weren't one yourself.

"Yess! I have like, these knives and stuff I throw at them! It's so fun, especially with the tricker ones." Zoey practically beamed at you with excitment. She explained the Honmoon and the things Rumi and Mira did with her. "You have a pretty good imagination, especially for a pretty girl." You flicked her gently on the forehead, as she calmed down a bit.

"Y—Yeah, it's our concept! Forrr ourr... next album!" Zoey fidgeted with her hands, you could tell she was feeling dejected and that tore you up inside, she couldn't know though. She would never know.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

At least, that's what you thought. They came home early. The marks on your arms had only gotten worse, the pattern spreading from your collarbone to your finger tips now. You silently cursed to yourself as you heard the door open from behind you.

"I'm back!! I just forgot something like always and—" She stopped, dead in her tracks. She took in the sight of you, perfectly gorgeous and perfectly.. horrible.

"No, no no.. this has to be a joke right? Your pranking me right? I told you, and you- you thought it would be funny to replicate the marks, but I never told you how they looked like—" Zoey's breathing quickened as she started to panic, the room started to spin and she was shaking. You automatically reached out for her but she flinched, you looked at her scared face and your patterns on your hands. You really are a monster.

In Zoey's mind, the worst thing possible could've happened. Back to back in fact, they find Rumi was a demon and now you? Gwi-Ma must be taunting them, trying to take away everything they loved. The voices she'd pushed down long ago were starting to bubble up again, the insecurities.

"No one could love you, except for a demon."

You decided to take the risk and step closer, you pulled her into a hug before she could draw her weapon and squeezed tightly. You felt her body stiffen up for a minute, before relaxing. Trembling arms came up and held you back, and you let out a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding.

"I'm, I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you for so long." Tears started to well in your eyes and you held her, like something precious that would break and shatter. Zoey inhaled deeply before speaking.

"Do you even love me?" She choked out as she held you tighter, afraid and anxious you might leave her. You pet the top of her hair and nodded.

"Of course I do, since the day you spilled soda all over my shirt." That earned a soft laugh from her, which you gladly took. "Gwi-Ma gets in my head sometimes, but he can't force me to do anything. He can't drag me down there or summon me, I just wanted to live my life as a normal person." You stood in the hallway in silence for a moment, before pulling away and gently wiping her tears. "It's okay, I'll leave you alone if that's what you really want."

Unexpectedly, she pulled you in for another hug. The remnants of her tears you wiped staining your shirt. "Stay. Please. I'll deal with them, just.. be my partner. I don't want you to leave." And of course, who are you to deny your girlfriend?

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

She was still dealing with inner turmoil about the whole situation, but she found ways to cheer the both of you up. She painted her nails the color of your marks, and made sure to hide song lyrics about you in Huntrix's singles.

Yeah, you two would be okay.

[peachywonnie]

emo!ni-ki x hyper fem!reader 𓈒 ❤︎︎ ࣪ ˖

masterlist

- this man just goes soft for you like no doubt. he probably would be in an all black outfit, black hoodie on, but anyone can spot the little my melody keychain from a mile away that hangs from a loop off his jeans

- pink isn’t his favorite color, in fact he hates pink, but because of you he learns to love it

- would LOVE doing your hair with little bows or clips that you have. definitely learned how to braid just so he could see you all cute in a hairstyle HE did!! would def just pass it off as “you take too long so im tryna help” but we all know the real reason

- literally 2 days later he has a basket full of bows and ribbon he bought in his room just so he could do your hair at his place

- ok and don’t forget the skin care!!

- he acts “forced” to put on a face mask with you but secretly enjoys it

- he def has a little skin care section in his bathroom dedicated to you after you guys start dating and if one of your fancy moisturizers or serums are low you best believe he is purchasing you a new one!!

- will complain about how long you take getting ready

“ni-ki you can’t rush perfection”

“but you’re already perfect”

and proceeds to shower your face in kisses despite your complaints about “ruining your makeup”

- speaking of getting ready, this man will get ready in 2 seconds while you take 2 hours

- sighs when he sees you in a cute skirt when it’s cold out

“god forbid a girl wants to look cute”

“god forbid your boyfriend wants you to stay warm”

- yeah you already know he’s either grabbing an extra jacket (that’s his) or he will end up giving you his in the middle of the date

- and this man probably about dies if you ever wear any of his clothes

- his clothes aren’t exactly your style, so when he sees you wearing one of his shirts one day he goes insane

“oh my goodness princess you look so good in my shirt”

“you think so? i forgot to bring pajamas”

“i hope you forget everytime”

- yeah needless to say even if you brought overnight clothes they would “magically” go missing

- when he’s over in your room he kinda clashes a little with all the pink and mountain of stuffed animals on your bed while he wears some dark outfit

- he’s just casually laying on your bed, feet hanging over cause he’s a little too tall, just cuddling a bear plushie you have as he waits for you to finish applying lip gloss

- but he contributes to this mountain of plushies you have as whenever he’s out and he sees something pink or sanrio he buys it with a simple “it reminded me of you”

- he definitely gets made fun of by his friends just because he is so whipped for you but he wouldn’t have it any other way

[daydreamerswriting]

OK HEAR ME OUT…

Dally x fem reader with autism hcs (or one shot or whatever u want)

Like idk just someone who is rly hyper fixated on certain stuff and like… other autism things…

Ik it was VERY different in the 60s but I just need my man to comfort me😝😔💔

Ofc this is only if your comfortable writing this 💯

an: Thank you for the request! I'm going to do headcanons so that I can cover more stuff, but let me know if y'all want a fic! This is unrealistic. In the 60s, child with autism were automatically institutionalized. That's actually so crazy and sad. For the purposes of this- that isn't the case.

W: insensitivity, swearing, not proof read

At first, he doesn't understand

Like if a sound or lights are overstimulating you, he will tell you to calm down

But once you start dating- he makes sure everyone understands

Music too loud? He's telling them to turn it down

Someone's humming bothering you? He's telling them to shut the fuck up

He does not play.

He does not want you to have a meltdown

The first time you had a meltdown, he was scared and stressed out of his mind

He did not know what to do and he felt so helpless

Like he'll try to hold you and talk to you and is pretty much just repeating: "It's okay," "Calm down," and "What's wrong?"

After the first time, you told him ways that he can help, so now he's prepared and actually calming when that happens

I totally see him as the listener type, he likes silence too, but he will listen to you talk about your hyperfixation forever

If he sees anything associated with your hyperfixation- he's stealing it

You're obsessed with a certain band and he sees a cassette? In his pocket

You're hyper fixated on an animal and he sees a little figurine? Snatched

You might scold him about it while fighting back a smile, but he won't stop. He knows it makes you happy

He'll stop using the r word and will throw hands with anyone he hears using it!

For some reason thinks that you can't have weed? Like he thinks that it will fuck with your brain extra? Idk don't ask me

He likes staring at you, he thinks you're beautiful after all, but I don't see him as a big fan of eye contact either. So, he's totally chill if you can't do eye contact

Dallas isn't big on routines, but if you need a routine, he'll follow

You want to see him at specific times on specific days? Actually, he forgot 😬

Yeah... but he's sorry. Like really really sorry. He only messes up a few more times

If you ever live together, sometimes he's a bit annoyed that you won't sleep in with him, but he gets used to it

He gets so used to your routines without even realizing it

He picks up every little habit you have without noticing too😭

If you're a picky eater, he will be making fun of you, I'm sorry

He's still an asshole

This mf will eat ANYTHING, so he's a bit surprised by that very limited amount of things you'll eat

When Dallas is comfortable with someone, he's touchy

If you're not down with that, he's a bit taken back

He'll respect you when you tell him to stop ofc

But he will ask to touch you all the time

But he's to embarrassed to ask straight up, so he'll hover his hand over you will pretty much giving you puppy dog eyes

"🥺🫳"

Again, he does like quietness, so he's more than happy to just sit in silence with you if you're overstimulated

If someone ever complains about you stimming or fidgeting, he will get mad

He will take offense and he will tell this person off

Dallas thinks it's adorable when you stim when excited or happy

When you swim when you're stressed or anxious, it stresses him out tho

If the smell of smoke ever is overstimulating you when he's smoking, he'll feel so bad

At first, he wouldn't feel bad, and might even blow smoke into your face, but once he actually starts to understand autism and how you are, he feels bad

He'll put it out or go outside right away

an: I hate mosquitoes, but I love you guys!

Bonus: pictures I found on pintrest while trying to find stuff for the pics at top

Im scared

[zerosomnia]

I saw the John walker napping together and I'm DYING for another one Like I'm obsessed🎀 I like longish stories not to long but not to short and then it's just MHAH🤌🤌🤌 CHEFS KISS💋

I'm hoping you'd do another part? PLEASEEEE

Authors note: Hello! This was my first request and was so fun to write! I'm sorry for the wait, I was away on holiday and haven't been near my devices. But I hope I delivered with this, it could be read either as an 'after the nap' part 2 or just as a stand alone. But yes this was so fun and thank you so much for your support, I really appreciate it!!! ❤️🫶

Thunderbolts John Walker x Reader

'What the morning holds'

Summary: A lazy morning with John is a rare occurrence, one that he finds himself enjoying more and more as he settles into life with the you around.

Genre: Fluff, Fluff, and, more Fluff!!!

Word count: 1,168

It wasn’t unusual for John to be the first awake. He was a creature of habit, and typically his schedule did not allow for morning rest. Days started at 5 and ended whenever he crashed into bed. However, the formation of the ‘new avengers’ had changed that. Missions were allocated based on availability and ability. John was no longer thrown at whatever issue popped up. He was no longer dragged from sleep, groggy and uncoordinated. He was no longer tugged away from his only solace in a grim sense of duty. No. His solace lay beside him, sprawled out on top of the covers and lit dimly in the light permeating through the curtains. 

He watched you silently for a few minutes, basking in the sound of your heavy breathing, and observing how your closed eyes shifted in response to your dreams. The warm tingle of sleep still clung to his bare skin which was hidden under your soft sheets. He ran hot when he slept, preferring the comfort of loose boxers to any real pyjamas. Walker’s body responded with a clumsy sluggishness as he rolled himself onto his side. He needed to be closer to you. The gentle scent of your soap wafted in the air, intoxicatingly sweet and intensely familiar. It simultaneously set every nerve in his body on fire and yet completely relaxed him. His hand moved on its own accord, up towards your hair so that he could comb his fingers through it. You sighed in your sleep and snuggled towards him, your body automatically leaning into his warmth. Contentment washed over him like a soothing bath, a rare treat in the marathon of his life. He was used to constant stress, and the lack of time to think about anything other than the now. But in moments like these, there was a sense of calm, a chance for new thoughts to creep in, bringing with them a sense of ‘what-if’. And those thoughts only worsened when you opened your eyes, as you turned to him and that big, sleepy smile stretched across your cheeks. 

“Hi.” John’s heart skipped, he’d spend every waking moment trying to see that smile again. The one that said nothing but showed him every feeling you’d ever had about him.  

“Morning,” John’s voice was low and hoarse with the remnants of sleep. You rolled closer into him, tracing your fingers through the sparse hair on his chest. Neither of you spoke, simply enjoying the silence that came with such mornings. They were still rare, and you still cherished them dearly. John rolled backwards with a grunt, pulling you gently over him.  

In response, you swung your leg up over his hips and lowered yourself onto his chest as the two of you lay together. His heartbeat was strong and steady. You could feel the combination of the rhythm and his warmth lulling you back into your slumber. So, you sat up. Well, you tried. Your body groaned in protest, and you heard an offended grunt escape John from behind you. You chuckled as you ignored him, rubbing at your eyes. 

“If I don’t get up now, I’m not going to get up.” 

“So don’t get up?” John grumbled with feigned annoyance, allowing a long arm to snake around your waist and hold you in position. You forgot how tall he was, and that height came with long limbs and too much strength. 

“Noo, I have stuff to do today-” Your whining was interrupted by your body being yanked down. John rolled over onto his stomach, arm still around your waist and upper chest pinning you to the bed. His warm breath fanned over your ear.  

“That stuff can wait.” You could hear the grin creeping into his voice, a low rumble that confirmed he was only messing with you. He’d move if you wanted him to. But did you want him to? “You can tell them I wouldn’t let you leave,” you feigned resistance, half-heartedly pushing on his bicep as he chuckled quietly at you. 

“But then they’ll be mad at you.” 

“I can be the bad guy if it means I get to keep you for a little longer.” He smiled at you, one eye open and studying your face from the pillow. You sighed, sinking back into the bed. But a small sense of relief flooded through your body. The small silence between you allowed for the other sounds of the morning to cut through, birds tweeting, the sounds of the city, and finally, rain. Oh, that was a good sign, and so was the pinging of your phone. You threw your arm out towards the bedside table, feeling about for the cold surface of your phone. Wincing, you studied the bright screen. 

“Looks like you won’t have to be Mr.EvilGuy after all. Plans were cancelled because of the rain.” A small, happy noise rumbled through Walker’s chest, and he tugged you in closer.  His nose pressed up against your collarbone as he pressed small butterfly kisses up your neck, beard tickling at the sensitive skin underneath. Eventually he slowed, groaning contentedly into the skin at the side of your neck, and his weight on your body increased. You traced your fingers down his arm, feeling yourself slowly start to sink back into slumber. 

He wasn’t going to get back to sleep, John had known that even before he had asked you to stay. But that wasn’t the point. He snuggled into you, enjoying the slow thrum of your pulse against his nose as he rested against you. He could hear the others from down the hall, a collective batch of laughter and shrieking in the kitchen. No doubt the result of Alexei’s terrible cooking skills. No. He wouldn’t deal with it yet; he’d enjoy this time with you. The others were an issue for later in the day. 

It was nearly midmorning by the time you awoke again, this time you were alone in the bed. As you gazed around the room in a fog, you could see John’s towel strewn across the chair by his desk, still damp from use. As you listened for movement, the door slid open, revealing a dressed and showered John holding two steaming mugs. 

“I was just coming to wake you up,” he grinned at you. The aroma of coffee swirled in the air as he handed you a mug, the mattress shifting under his weight as he sat beside you. As you wrapped your hands around the cup, you watched him through the steam. John was flicking through his phone absentmindedly, either unaware of your gaze or simply accepting it. Warmth tingled through you as you took in the sight of him, usually so structured and rigid, but now gentle and quiet. Pride pricked at you, happiness that you were his quiet place in all of the mess that was life. And in the calm of this morning, it was as true as ever. You were his solace. 

[igotatasteforoldermendelrey]

To call you mine.

Picture from lydiatovey on Pinterest.

A/N : hi guys! It’s been a while… Sorry about that. Anyway I’m back with some dbf!joel x reader. Hope you will like it.

English is not my first language, you might find mistakes in there.

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Ship : dbf!Joel x reader

Summary : after getting caught by the cops at a rave party you didn’t want to go in the first place, you call Joel to come get you out. Follows an interesting night…

Warnings : age gap (reader is in her mid twenties, Joel in his mid forties), angst, feelings, mention of drugs (not used by any of them), subjective themes, cursing, happy ending!

If I forgot anything, please tell me!

I do not consent to any of my work to be translated or posted anywhere else without my permission.

Banners made on Pinterest.

A single mistake and it messed everything up. You weren’t like that. You were not reckless, greedy and stupid. Your friend had to convince you for one week to accompany her to this rave everyone was talking about. Habitually you would’ve said no, justifying your refusal by saying you had to work for you exams. However, your exams passed you couldn’t use it as an excuse now and Monica knew it. She dragged you to this party only to leave you as you as the cops showed up.

That how you find yourself in this cell, sat on a bench, your make up smudged all over your face. It was a shit week, a shit day and an even shittier evening. It wasn’t even a nice party, people that were high on drugs screaming in your ears on beat to an awful sound.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a cop calling out your last name. You raised your stare to look at him.

Your dad’s here to get you. Come on. He opened the cell door and let you out, walking behind you to the front desk.

You knew really well that the man that was going to be waiting on you wasn’t your father. Hell your real dad would have skinned you alive. You already knew the man was going to be pissed and when the door opened in front of you, you weren’t surprised to find Joel scolding, his hip cocked against the counter.

It was two in the morning. Even for a Sunday Joel was long asleep when the ring of his phone woke him up. He could have said no and leave you to face the consequences of your actions but he couldn’t. He could already see your sad eyes in his head, your lips wobbling.

When you stopped in front of him, he didn’t acknowledge you and turned toward the man behind the counter, ready to pay your bail. You were cold, shiver apparent on your skin, you had a headache and you were sure it was going to be even worse when the old man will scold you.

Joel finished his business and turn towards you, grunting a let’s go while pushing you toward the exit. He still didn’t talk to you, walking in front of you toward his truck. You climbed in the passenger seat, looking at the window. The older man turned on the heating, seeing you were still trembling in the tiny little thing you called a dress.

You drove several minutes in utter silence, the light in the street the only thing distracting you from the man seated not so far from you. His grip on the wheel was tight, so tight his knuckles were turning white.

Aren’t you gonna say something or do you plan on doing a silent treatment until you die?

What do you want me to say? I’m not your father.

That’s not what the cop seemed to think. You replied with a smirk and turned to look at him.

He sighed. What has gotten into you? You’re not like that. You’re a good girl, you don’t get in trouble. So what was that?

I just wanted to have some fun it’s not that big of a deal. A roll of eyes.

Don’t bullshit me. You and I both know you’re aware of what getting arrested could’ve led to if I wasn’t there to save your ass. Is this again because of your friend Tracey?

Trac- Are you talking about Monica?

Yes. Since you know here you’re always unbothered by everything. Like a brat.

I’m a big girl, Joel. I don’t need you to lecture me.

And yet I had to come get your ass because you couldn’t call your father.

You know damn well he would’ve let me there.

Yes he would’ve. Maybe I should’ve. He muttered as if he was scolding himself for even answering the phone.

So why did you come? You pressed him, getting slightly closer.

Because I didn’t want you to die of hypothermia in those… are those underwear? He took a double look at your outfit, his eyes widening.

They’re not mine. You pulled the bottom of your dress to cover more skin. Monica said that’s how everyone at a rave dressed up.

And since when have you stopped thinking by yourself?

Oh come on, Joel. I’m graduating college this summer. I just wanted to let loose a little before getting serious again.

Couldn’t you just go to a bar or something? Like everyone.

I didn’t even want to go there. She persuaded me.

And where was she when the cops showed up? Your silence answered his questions. You need to change of friends. They’re no good for you.

You didn’t reply and content to look out the window. When Joel parked his truck in front of your building, you searched your bag for your keys.

Fuck me. You groaned, eyes closed.

What?

My keys are at Monica’s. I was supposed to go back at her place to get my stuff. Fuck. I’m so fucking dumb. Your eyes were tingling, the tears not far away.

Joel started the car again, driving off the parking lot.

Where are we going?

At mine. It’s not like you can show up at your father’s dressed like that and at this time.

You didn’t move away from your spot close to him, your shoulders brushing.

Joel knew you were trouble. He has known it since he met you. The first time your father presented you to him, you were freshly back from college, coming home for a month during summer. You were radiant, a grin fixed on your lips, talking easily with him. This day is engraved in his mind, the way your dress was flowing around you, the smell of your perfume, the one you were still wearing today. You were in your early twenties while he was in late thirties to not say he was going to be forty in a month. Nothing could happen here and yet his body seemed to completely ignore his morals. As soon as you were in his vicinity it seemed like he was physically pulled towards your father’s house, towards you.

The worse is that you never blandly did anything that could justify his reaction. You never flirted with him, never stayed too long in the living room when he was over to watch tv with your father. You acted normally like a twenty something would do with an older man like him around. And yet, he was sure you weren’t blind to the effects you had on him. Sometimes he could swear you would stare at him a little longer than you should or laugh a little louder to his joke. Still, he didn’t say anything since he couldn’t prove that this impression were not fabricated by his perverted mind.

Thank you for coming get me. You whispered, watching his side.

You owe me one.

You want me to get on my knees to thank you? You asked with a smirk.

He chocked on his saliva. That was a first. You never so openly acknowledged any kind of attraction toward him.

Y/n, come on… You can say shit like that.

Why? It’s not like they’re not true.

What? He refused to look at you, he knew one look at his face and you would realise how flustered he was.

I’ve seen the way you look at me Joel. The way you have to fix your pants every time I’m near. I’m not dumb, I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

You’re imagining things, sweets.

If it conforts you thinking that.

~~~

You were in his house. For the first time you got the chance to take a look at his personal belongings. His house was neatly arranged, no forgotten cup on the coffee table, no trace of dirty dishes. Every lights were turned off, a trace of the fact he was asleep when you called.

When you’re done inspecting every inch of my house will you want to take a shower? He asked you without emotions.

If it doesn’t bother you too much.

You’re already bothering me. Might as well do that clean.

Ahah. You’re so funny. You brushed past him, walking into his kitchen. You didn’t even ask before you started opening his cabinets in the search of a glass. When you find one you took it to the sink and put some water in it.

Joel should be bothered by the fact you were acting as if you were at your own place. He should be. He wasn’t. The vision of you standing in his kitchen, getting a glass of water as if you were accustomed was truly doing marvellous things to his mind. He cleared his throat before his mind explode.

Did you… did you take anything tonight? Like any substances I should be aware of in case you wake up not feeling well?

No. They offered me stuff though.

You refused?

Yeah. I didn’t want to be found dancing naked in the middle of a road in the morning. You finished your glass of water, putting it in the sink. So, where is this shower you promised me?

He showed you upstairs where was his bathroom, got clothes for you since he didn’t want you to stay in your dirty, and tiny, clothes. Here, he placed on the sink sweatshirt and sweat pants. Should fit you.

Thank you. You replied, walking him to the door before pushing it, not closing it fully to tease him even more.

You didn’t know what has gotten into you. Probably when you saw him at the police station, his calm yet angry expression when you came out of the cell. You didn’t miss the panic in his eyes that was quickly replaced by anger when he was sure you were alright. The truth was that you were tired of hiding your attraction, tired of acting like you didn’t want him, no, needed him. You were hoping he would come in the bathroom and get in the shower with you, maybe to punish you for the way you acted. He didn’t do such thing and when you walked out of the bathroom he was gone, you could hear the tv downstairs. You made your way downstairs, wet hair tangled on your shoulders.

He was seated on the couch, pillow in hand, trying to fix himself his bed for the night.

What are you doing? You asked him, your back against a wall.

He looked up at you, staring a second too long at the way his clothes were hugging your form, getting to touch your skin in a way he wanted to. Glad it… he cleared his throat. Fits.

It’s not a surprise, you’re like much bigger than me. Anyway. What are you doing?

My bed?

No you’re not.

Excuse me? He raised his brow.

I already woke you up in the middle of the night, get you to come get me from the police station I’m not gonna steal your bed.

You’re not stealing, I’m offering.

Yeah, you’re offering to break your back.

Take the bed, sweet. I won’t move from here. He replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

As you wish. You sighed, getting back upstairs.

You laid down on his bed, the mattress framing you perfectly. His sheets smelled like him making your mind believe that he was next to you, sleeping. You wished that was the case, only wanting to put your head in his neck, to kiss him like he was yours. Shaking the fantaisies away, you let sleep take you away.

~~~

One hour later.

You woke up covered in sweat, your breathing uneven. Pushing back your hair from your face you tried to get back to sleep unsuccessfully. Deciding you needed water, you got up and went downstairs and there he was, laying on his back on the couch, fast asleep. He seemed peaceful like that, his habitual frown nowhere to be seen, fully relaxed. Until he wasn’t. He noticed you were there even though you made no sound.

Sweetheart? Are you okay? He asked, sleep clear in his voice.

I-… I don’t know. You were standing his living room, your fingers fidgeting.

Come here. He sat up, patting the spot next to him. What’s going on?

Do you think I will find it again? You asked as you sat down.

What?

A purpose. I had one during college. It was to graduate but now that’s going to happen soon… I just… I don’t know. It doesn’t matter anyway, I shouldn’t have woken you up.

You will. Really. You will as long as you didn’t accomplish everything you wanted. He replied while putting his arm around you after you put your head on his shoulder.

You looked up at him, his breath falling on your face. The atmosphere changed, your breathing patterns changed. He was looking down at you with something darker, deeper something he could never confess. You tried to get closer, to close the gap until he kept you still with his arm.

We can’t.

Why? You hated the way you sounded begging.

Because I’m older, because you’re tired, because of your father, because it’s not supposed to happen.

What’s supposed to happen then?

You find someone your age, not too boring marry them, I die alone.

I don’t agree. Yes I’m tired but still capable to consent. It’s not new this… attraction. I always felt it. You did too. We want it. And for the rest, fuck it.

Fuck it? He snorted. Baby, you know we can’t, your father would kill the both of us. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. I’m older, wiser- not more intelligent. He interrupted you before you could make a snarky comment. We are almost twenty years apart, honey. You still have so much time to figure out what you want.

I want you. Please Joel… I need you. You begged, clutching his shirt in your hand. Even if it’s just for one night.

With you it cannot be just for one night. He crashed his lips on yours, pulling you on his lap.

~~~

He was holding you close to his bare chest, kissing your shoulder.

You mess with my mind. He muttered in your skin, his breath tickling you.

Because you don’t? You turned in his arms. I got a job offer here in Austin. You caught the glimpse of hope in his his before he hid it away. I’m going to accept it.

So… you’re staying?

You nodded. Joel I was serious when I said I didn’t want that, us, to be just for one night.

So you want to sneak out? He asked with a small smile.

As long as we will need to.

And then?

If you’re as serious about me as I am about you then we make it official. Even to my father.

Can I take you on a date first? You both laughed at that. He took your head between his hands, his legs tangles with yours. Are you sure?

Yes, sir. You mocked a salute to which he groaned.

He sighed out of relief, tightening his embrace on you. You could feel sleep getting to you, not fighting against it this time, leaving Joel’s breathing pattern lull you to sleep.

You don’t know how much I wanted to call you mine. He whispered in your hair before kissing the top of your hair, unsure if you heard him. You did, a small smile on your lips.

[vvividlyy]

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💞

aww thank you for asking !! I've only written 9 fics total hahah so this is gonna be most of them BUT!!

Better Than the Movies - Cherik, Explicit - I love when they're toxic and I love when they make each other cry and I love when they end up together at the end of it anyway <3 I should make a follow-up fic exploring some of the insecurities and issues that linger after Charles put Erik through the wringer, that sounds tasty. I tell ya what, if I get to 200 kudos on the fic I'll do that :D

Paper Rings - Cherik, Explicit - Hmmm another fic where they're toxic and madly in love... how about that. Actually this was meant to be very horny and toxic and then by the time I finished writing it, it was unbelievably gooey and sweet :') I reread this one sometimes bc I love it so much!

a late night craving - Cherik, Explicit (seeing a theme yet?) - my first foray into mpreg!! So fun, I love trying new things and I found myself surprisingly inspired by mpreg and the concept of Cherik starting a family together <3 I have two follow-up fics coming to this series and I'm so excited to share them eventually!!

Inevitably Yours - Cherik, Explicit - The first fic I've ever finished writing (outside of a oneshot or two along the way) and more importantly, the one that gave me the courage to post it!! I can't believe this was started just last Christmas. Everyone has been so unbelievably nice in the comments and it gave me the courage and confidence to keep writing, and now I write every day, I'm part of my first zine, and I've met so many wonderful people in the fandom!!! Ahhhhhh, sorry this was hardly about the actual fic itself LOL I love that too!!! I definitely reread it and see some perceived flaws but I also am always pleasantly surprised by little details I forgot about and also happy to see the ways in which I've grown as a writer.

The Lesson of You - Cherik, Explicit - MY BABYYYYY, it's my current novel-length wip about sad divorced DILF Erik, his family, and his kids' super hot super young tutor Charles ;) this fic is so comfy and cozy to write, it feels like a big hug :D and while Cherik aren't as toxic as they are in some of my other fics, that's because there's more than enough working against them already LOL. I have big plans for this fic and every chapter I write has something that I've been excited about getting to for a long time ^_^ Please give this a shot if you haven't already, the kudos and comments sustain me as I keep writing :D

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[spontaneousful]

A Royal Morning Routine

Daring smiles at his reflection as he finishes straightening out his jacket and making sure all of its flourishes lay flat. He spares a glance at the clock that is an annoyingly bright beacon in the otherwise dark room. It's 4:30. It is, in his opinion, way too early to be dressed so formally, but so is the life of a fairytale prince.

He does a little spin to make sure he looks perfect from all angles (he does, of course) and then heads toward the door. He already misses last year, when he only needed to be ready for 7:00. He'll just have to get used to it. An evil little smirk finds its way onto his face as an idea comes to him that will definitely make the early hour more bearable. He detours to Hopper's side of the room and yanks all of the blankets off of his sleeping roommate. "If you don't hurry up, you'll miss your chance to walk with Briar!" he sing-songs a little too loudly.

Hopper bolts straight up and rushes to throw on yesterday's clothes he had discarded in a pile on the floor. Daring cackles. The sound makes Hopper glance at his clock, and he grimaces. He stops in his tracks, khaki shorts halfway up his legs, and flops back down onto his bed with a groan.

He launches a pillow at Daring's face with much better accuracy than he had this time last year, but Daring still dodges it with ease. "Not cool, man. I really thought I had slept through my alarm or something." Hopper's complaints are muffled by the pillow he's mashing his face into. "Why are you up so early anyway?"

"It's Dexter and Darling's first day, I have to make sure they're ready."

"Oh yeah, the Tweevils, I forgot they started this year," Hopper already sounds half-asleep again, but he manages to wave a hand in Daring's general direction. "Have fun with all that."

Daring beans him with his discarded pillow for that little comment.

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Daring lets out an impatient huff (he's not yet incensed enough to add a puff) as he knocks on his brother's door for the third time to no response. He feels in his pocket and grabs his spare key so that he may throw the door open dramatically in retribution for being ignored. As he does so and the hall light streams into the room, Daring builds up a booming voice, "Good morning, brother!"

Dexter visibly shrivels further into his cocoon of blankets. "Go away."

Daring just laughs at him as he shuts the door gently behind himself. He pulls Dexter out of his bed, much to his brother's protests and send him in the direction of the bathroom. Then, he gets to working making said bed before going through his closet and to pick out a dashing outfit worthy of a Charming prince's first day at Ever After High.

When he finishes laying out the clothes, Daring turns and spots Dexter's glasses on his bedside table. "Dex," he calls as he knocks on the bathroom door, "You forgot your glasses."

"It's too early for vision," comes his response, accompanied by a yawn. Daring simply knocks again, and this time an arm juts out.

When Dexter finally emerges, hairbrush in hand, but clearly losing the battle to his bedhead, Daring sighs and takes the brush from his brother. Dexter smirks like he's just pulled one over on Daring, because it had been his plan all along to trick Daring into doing his hair, but all Dexter had to do was ask and he would have done it. His siblings are very luck indeed, he thinks, that they have him here.

Last year, he had been sent off to school and left to figure out everything for himself without all of the servants in his parents' employ bending over backwards to do it for him. He remembers it feeling like he had been dropped off deep end as he realized just how little he knew how to do for himself. On his first day, he had arrived late to his second class, hair flying in all directions, and not a drop of make-up on his face. He'd missed his first class entirely. But, still, he is glad for the wake-up call that day had provided him. He only wished he had started learning some of these skills earlier.

He won't allow his siblings to flail around as helplessly as he had. He's determined to make their transition to independence much smoother by filling in that gap of knowledge while they learn how to survive on their own. Once he had sufficiently tamed Dexter's hair, because nothing ever fully tames his brother's locks, he pushes him back into the bathroom. Dexter groans when Daring pulls open the drawer filled with make-up supplies. He doesn't voice any complaints, simply sitting down on the closed toilet and accepting his fate.

He does complain, however, when he spots the outfit he'll be wearing. "Why do I have to wear all of this? This school barely even has a dress code, I shouldn't have to get this dressed up for a school day!" he whines.

"It's your first day, you have to look presentable."

Instead of getting dressed, Dexter eyes the window as if he's contemplating an escape attempt. Daring quickly steps in between them and Dexter's eyes narrow.

"You can't make me wear this."

Daring's face falls into a matching glare. "Is that a challenge?"

He can't say he expected to have to wrestle his brother into his first-day-of-high-school outfit, Daring thought he'd grown out of this after the same thing happened with his first-day-of-middle-school outfit, but he can say that he always comes out on top.

[your-chaotic-neutral]

I just watched Materialists and I'm having difficult feelings about this movie. Who wouldn't want a man like Harry? Who wouldn't try for and with a man like Harry? Yes I'm a Harry sympathiser. A man that's honest. Someone who sees your value even if you might not. A man that's willing to invest in you, not just monetarily. A man that says this is what you're worth and you deserve absolutely nothing less. Because relationships are an investment. Marriage is an investment. You're investing time and interest and hoping to cash out something that's secure. Love is an added benefit. And I'm not saying that I don't love love. I love love! But I can also acknowledge that love comes in different forms. And when looking for a casket buddy more things than just romantic love comes into play.

Now I'm not saying that I hated John and what he had to offer, but let's be so for real. What he had to offer simply wasn't enough, and I'm not even talking financially. In the undisclosed years they were broken up he made absolutely no self improvement? Not a better paying job, not more ambition, nothing. Really? In your 20's that shit might fly but as someone that's almost 40? No. Not good enough. No one's saying give up on your dreams but if the only thing that's making you hungry to get what you want is the possibility that the "love of your life" might not want to get back with you, then how badly did you really want it? You mean to tell me he wasn't trying to get every possible acting job there was? He didn't try getting more shifts or a promotion so he could get a better place with roommates that won't leave condoms on the floor? I want to scream into the ether at John. He's so frustrating as a character. Potential is good but it doesn't pay the bills. Potential is good but it doesn't get you to where you want to be. Potential is good but it's not good enough if you're not doing anything with it. And randomly bumping into Lucy shouldn't have been the thing that put fire in your chest to win her back. Her calling you broke in the middle of the road in broad daylight should have been the thing. Also nothing about that relationship flashback gave anything to aspire to. She's clearly materialistic as the title implies and he's cheap as fuck l. What do you mean you forgot our 5 year anniversary and didn't bring any money despite me telling you that we're going to a fancy restaurant? She tells you that you'll end up hating each other because both of y'all are broke, should have been the end of that storyline. A character like John is not who we should be writing movies about!! Why is the onus on the woman for you to be a better person?! Be better in spite of her not because of her.

Lucy, you dumb bitch. I can't even fault you. We all want someone to love us simply because they do. But you just cosigned a life with a man who you gave a monologue to about love not being enough. Girlie, open your eyes. You're very words were everything's going to be great for a couple of years and then the arguing will start. You will have children in hopes of fixing the relationship, and for a while it will work. But then it won't be enough. You will continue to argue only now you're trying to hide it from children, and then eventually you'll start arguing in front of the children, and then you'll resent having children. Next thing you know you're divorced and fighting over who gets the house and what days you see the children. Lucy, when that man proposed by asking you if you want to make a bad financial decision that's the exact life you agreed to. I'm not saying that she should have chosen a loveless albeit fun and exciting relationship with Harry, because she did want that big love. But I'm just stuck on the fact that out of all the fuck ass men in New York, she settled for the broke one. Because that's exactly what that relationship is, her settling for something that's familiar and comfortable.

I wanted to love it because it's been so long since we've had a good romantic comedy, but this left me hungry and upset.

[gingersnapwolves]

Hello friends I’m back from vacation with a lot to say! I’m going to do two posts, so I can put the pretty pictures which actually look good in a photo post and then contain my ramblings and selfies to this post LOL.

So last year while we were talking about vacations, my wife said we should go to Iceberg Alley so we could see icebergs. You know, sorry to the optimists in the audience but who knows how long we’ll still be able to do that? So I planned a trip to the Canadian Maritimes.

First thing you need to know about me and my wife is that neither of us like to fly. We do road trips. We’ve done tons and tons of road trips. When we lived in Arizona, we road-tripped to pretty much everywhere in the western United States. Fun fact about us - one of the things that first made us such good friends twenty-five (twenty-five?!?!?!) years ago is that we both like to drive around a lot and look at pretty scenery and just vibe. So I planned us a road trip. It pretty quickly became apparent that we couldn’t do both Nova Scotia and Newfoundland in one road trip because there’s just so MUCH to see. So we focused on Newfoundland for this trip for iceberg reasons. We did stop to see some things along the way, obviously, because the key to a good road trip is to try to break it up with cool shit.

The first day was basically driving (though we did stop at a No Kings protest in Maine for a while because we couldn’t miss that). Then across the border we went. Lupine everywhere! Tim Horton’s! Metric system! (My wife: is the speed limit really 110 mph? lmao no it is not.) 

First stop! Joggins Fossil Cliffs! It was very cool, we will have to do this again and take the guided tour because I’ve learned I couldn’t find a fossil if you put a gun to my head. Let the selfies begin!

We stopped a few more places on the way but forgot to take selfies (whoops) and then got on the ferry to Newfoundland. We had a little cabin because it’s a 16 hour ride to the east side of Newfoundland.

Once in Newfoundland, we went to Salmonier Nature Center, which was very cool. A lovely, beautiful walk through the woods and fen. My biggest disappointment was on this outing because I really wanted to see the lynx, and we waited a while outside the enclosure, hoping if we were quiet it would eventually come out, but it never did. On the other hand, caribou are magical.

On to the east side and St. John’s! We went to the Petty Harbor Mini Aquarium, which is a seasonal catch and release aquarium with an awesome touch tank.

Cape Spear, the eastern most point in North America.

Basilica of St. John the Baptist (we are the opposite of religious but my wife loves the architecture of churches and stained glass windows).

Memorial University Botanical Gardens

Johnson Geo Centre

Then we took a boat tour to go to Gull Island and see puffins! I didn’t get any good pictures here unfortunately. The puffins on the island were too far away to photograph clearly, and although I could see them fly and sometimes land in the water by the boat it was impossible to get a good shot of them. They were soooooooo incredibly cute though. My wife also saw a minke whale (I did not lol).

Driving inland, we went to Terra Nova National Park but I forgot to take a selfie until we were back at the car.

Interior Newfoundland is profoundly empty. Anywhere in America, if I pass a gas station with a quarter tank of gas, I can think ‘no big deal, I will definitely hit another gas station before I’m close to being out of gas’. Not so much in Newfoundland. I didn’t run out of gas but boy was I sweating a few times.

Can’t go to Canada without having Tim Horton’s! Sorry for the thumb. Uh, it was very early. I prefer Dunkie’s but TH had VERY good chocolate chip muffins and my wife loved their donuts.

Icebergs! Icebergs! Icebergs! (Pics to follow in my photo post.)

Chilling on Twilingate Island

On our drive around Twillingate, a bald eagle flew out over our car and flew alongside/above us for about five seconds and it was SO cool. Sadly we didn’t get any pictures of that because we were too busy being in awe.

Stayed at a nice little bed and breakfast

West we go! The Insectarium!

And then on to Gros Morne!

Now this was a trip. On one day it was eighty-five and sunny, then the next it was fifty, occasionally rainy, and very, very windy. I have rarely experienced wind that is actually difficult to walk against, but I really feared for my safety occasionally. We had booked a boat tour on Western Brook Pond, which is a glacier carved valley. To get to the pond is a 3 km walk and my wife is disabled (and in this weather, I wouldn’t have wanted to walk 6 km either). There were shuttles but very limited seating so we got there about 90 minutes early. When we got there, they said they were waiting on the captain’s decision on whether or not we could go out in this weather. Eventually we did, but . . . possibly shouldn’t have LOL. The water was rough. There was a ton of spray. We both got soaked about three minutes into the trip so we were freezing the whole time. I asked my wife to please not divorce me since I took her to see icebergs. 

Don’t get me wrong, it was beautiful and awesome in the original sense of the word, but holy shit. On the way back, the weather got even worse. Dense fog and even higher wind. We had to zig zag to get back to dock because of how strong the wind was, so it took quite some time. My teeth were actually chattering (we had dressed appropriately for the cold and wind but had not anticipated getting wet).

For obvious reasons, the tour after ours was canceled, which meant there was an entire boat full of people besides ours who wanted to use the shuttle, so it took a while to get one and I was basically frozen solid by the time I made it back to the car. Good times!

We got on the ferry on the western side of the island back to Nova Scotia, which is an eight hour ferry. We took the overnight, but there were no cabins when I booked, so we had reserved, reclining seats. No big deal, right? But the sea was still very rough. 

Now, I don’t get seasick. Carsick, yes, but I’ve never had a problem getting seasick (unless I try to read, so I don’t). Even on the cruise, when we were out on the open ocean, I was fine. Y’all. I got sick sick. Our seats were on the top deck, at the front of the ship. Worst place to be during rough weather. The staff kindly took me to a better seat but holy crap was I sick. The sea finally calmed down and I felt better but I probably didn’t sleep more than an hour. It sucked.

So the next day we just drove a little while on some back roads, looked at nice scenery, until I couldn’t stay awake anymore and we crashed at a motel and I passed out.

Me somewhere in Nova Scotia: I'm not sure I'm still safe to drive

Some fuckass deer: //runs out in front of my car//

Me: //screeches to a halt and avoids a collision//

Me: Okay guess I'm still good for a little while.

The next day, we went to Reversing Falls Rapids in St. John

And to Irving Nature Park

And then we were on our way back home!

On the whole it was a very enjoyable vacation, though a really tiring one haha. I think we need to take an easier one next. I'm also definitely forgetting at least one or two things but that's life, maybe I will update later if I think of them.

Quote of the trip: "Oh, yeah, X/99 ... got us obsessed with toxic gay relationships and the rest is history."

Honorable mention: "How is it?" "It's not ... bad ..." "Oh?" "Well, it's bad in a new and interesting way."

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Laura Lee buys some toys one day when they’re on sale, for the house to share communally. Jigsaws, playdough, Lego, stuffed animals and a couple of baby dolls. Shauna doesn’t usually like dolls, but ends up playing with them one day with Jackie. Jackie asks Shauna if she wants the girl or boy doll, and Shauna shrugs and takes the boy one, because she knows Jackie wants the one with the pretty dress and bow. All Shauna wants to do is push it around in the pushchair anyway ( and watch it come flying out when she pushes the pushchair down the stairs at full speed). But holding a baby boy doll starts to make Shauna feel a bit funny, and when Jackie gets the toy doctors kit out, and declares that the baby is sick it makes things ten time worse. She’s trying not to have a panic attack whilst Jackie is using the stethoscope to listen the heartbeat and giving the baby lots of medicine and shots. A tear rolls down Shauna’s eyes as she keeps telling herself ‘it’s not your baby, pull yourself together’. ‘It’s plastic’. ‘Stop being stupid’.

Little!Shauna - Doll

I got this exact ask multiple times so I think anon forgot, OR two of you are psychically linked which is CRAZY. Anyway, it was a really cool ask and i’d definitely do a part 2 if its wanted!

Notes -> little!shauna, cg!tai, ptsd, infant death

Word count: 1825

They didn’t get new toys often, so it was a huge novelty when Tai and Laura Lee came home with a massive bag donning the label of the local toy store. Little heads swiveled to the door at the sound of it opening, and squeaks of excitement soon followed once the familiar label was recognised.

Immediately hands were grabbing eagerly as the new toys were laid out on the living room floor. Shauna hung back a little bit, not wanting to seem babyish for getting excited over dumb toys - which were probably baby toys anyway given how excited Mari seemed by them.

Jackie came over to where Shauna was watching from the couch, a bundle in her arms and a triumphant look on her face. “I got the best ones,” she whispered eagerly to Shauna. “And we get to play with them first, let's go.” For Jackie, Shauna supposed she’d go play. Besides she didn’t even really know what the toys were yet and maybe they’d be cool. Jackie led them up to her bedroom, and closed the door behind them before revealing two baby dolls. “Look, a boy and a girl,” she grinned, setting them down on her bed. “Which one do you want?” Shauna looked at the two dolls - and the way Jackie’s fingers were trailing over the bow on the ‘girl’ doll’s head.

“I’ll take this one,” she shrugged, taking the baby dressed in a blue onesie. She didn’t really mind anyway, already planning how she’d use the play pram to send them flying down the stairs. Jackie couldn’t hide how her face lit up as she got the girly doll, immediately taking it into her arms.

“We can both be Mamas, and our babies are best friends.” Jackie detailed as she began rifling through her existing doll accessories. “And one day, when they grow up, they’ll fall in love.”

“Kay,” Shauna nodded, grabbing her doll by the hand and pulling out Jackie’s play pram. She busied herself strapping the baby in. “I’m gonna take this one for a walk,” she explained, not wanting to ruin Jackie’s game by exposing her true plan. When Jackie didn’t respond, Shauna looked up to see Jackie had found Misty’s play medical kit which must’ve been left in here from the last time they played together. Shauna’s heart instantly dropped, seeing Jackie settle the medical kit next to her baby.

“Our babies are sick,” Jackie explained, grabbing Shauna’s baby out of the pram and laying it on the floor. Shauna shuffled a little away - panic filling her body as she watched Jackie begin prodding the babies with fake injections.

Jackie thought sick baby was going to be the most fun new game. She put on Misty’s play stethoscope and began loudly declaring whether or not she could hear the babies crying. She thought Misty would most absolutely like it, and Van would probably enjoy the theatrics too. She looked up to see if Shauna was going to chime in anytime soon, but noticed the older girl wasn’t sitting in front of her anymore. Confused, Jackie pushed hair out of her face and perked up onto her knees, looking around her room. She found Shauna curled up in the corner of the room, face pale and tight. She instantly felt bad, realising Shauna must be upset that she had snatched the doll off her. Jackie quickly picked up the boy doll and took it to Shauna, “Sorry,” she urged as she held the doll out to Shauna.

Shauna grabbed the doll roughly and held it against her chest, heaving in heavy breaths. Jackie bit her lip in worry as Shauna didn’t seem to stop being upset, instead beginning to mutter to herself. “Stupid, stupid,” she cursed - voice rough in a way that made Jackie shuffle back a bit. “It’s not real, not real.”

“It’s fun to pretend though?" Jackie offered, confused how the game had upset her so much.

“Your baby is dead.” Oh. Jackie suddenly realised this was much more than she was equipped to handle. She quickly shot up and ran to go get Tai.

When Jackie explained the situation - herself already in tears from guilt - Tai was quick to pass her off to Lottie and run upstairs to find Shauna.

Shauna was rocking back and forth, the doll tucked tightly against her chest and tears streaming down her face. Tai crouched down next to her, noticing then the dampness of the floor around her. “Oh, Shauna,” she sighed softly, pulling Shauna into her arms. Shauna hurried herself into Tai and began calming down immediately at the comfort. “It's awful I know, I’m sorry,” Tai whispered. “But it’s not your fault, yeah? None of it.” She kept whispering her practiced comforts until Shauna stopped shaking.

Once Tai was sure Shauna wasn’t about to lash out or break down further, she wordlessly picked Shauna up, moving to take the doll from her hands before noticing the death grip Shauna still had on it. She decided to let it go for now, carrying Shauna to her room and shooting Akilah a ‘we’re not going to talk about this’ look when she walked past. Shauna was pliant enough as Tai changed her, silently twisting her fingers around the fabric of the doll’s onesie as Tai cleaned her up and put her in a pull-up and into a pair of soft red plaid flannel pajamas. No arguments there. Once she was changed, Tai probed gently for words but got nothing at all. “Right, let’s go downstairs. Jackie’s a bit freaked out and I’m sure she’d want cuddles and tv time with you,” Tai cooed softly, she figured if nothing else she could at least keep Shauna comfortable.

As Tai had expected, Jackie was still distraught when they got downstairs. She was curled up in Lottie’s arms with red, teary eyes and her thumb in her mouth. She sat up anxiously when she saw Shauna. “Shauna’s feeling a little smaller than usual,” Tai explained gently to Jackie. “Do you think you could give her some cuddles? I’ve gotta put some laundry on?” Jackie fiddled anxiously with her sleeve, plucking her thumb out of her mouth.

“What if I hurt her?” She asked quietly, eyes held deliberately away from anyone else.

Tai’s lips tightened sadly, she sat down on the couch next to Jackie and Lottie, with Shauna on her lap. “You won’t hurt her, Jax. Not on purpose, yeah? What happened before was just an accident, ok? It’s not your fault, neither of you knew she’d get upset.” Jackie sniffled hesitantly nodding ur not truly believing Tai. She didn’t need to though, because Shauna reached out for her with the arm which wasn’t holding the baby doll. Jackie’s face melted with relief and she let Shauna climb into her arms.

“I can take care of her,” she decided, instantly beginning to baby Shauna just the same way she’d have taken care of her baby doll. Usually Shauna would whine and protest this, especially from Jackie who was always younger, but right now she just nuzzled into Jackie and held her doll close. They stayed like that until dinner, when Tai came to call them to the table. Instead of even trying to walk, Shauna made grabby hands for Tai to pick her up. There were a few glances and wide eyes when Shauna was carried to the table, holding a baby doll and whining to sit on Tai’s lap.

“I thought those dolls were for sharing,” Mari grumbled as she dropped down into the seat opposite Tai and Shauna - fueled by jealousy over Shauna being allowed to sit on Tai’s lap when she’d been told just last night she couldn’t sit on Van’s lap at dinner time.

Tai let out an exhausted breath, looking to Van for backup. “We’ll talk about it later Mar, eat up so you can have ice cream for dessert first ok?” While Tai would not have used ice cream as a way to divert the conversation, it worked, and immediately Mari was shovelling dinner into her mouth. Shauna showed much less enthusiasm, turning her nose up at everything other than yogurt which Lottie eventually brought out.

“Almost there,” Tai praised, guiding the spoon up to Shauna’s mouth. Shauna shifted a little, and in Tai’s haste to prevent her falling, the doll was knocked to the floor. Shauna immediately burst into tears, shrieking and wailing in a way that had Misty and Jackie covering their ears and even Lottie wincing at the sound. Van grabbed the doll and handed it over as Tai was quick to take Shauna out of the kitchen and up to her bedroom. Her back was going to hurt badly tomorrow but right now she couldn’t see Shauna being willing to walk.

“Here baby, look, your doll is right here,” Tai soothed, pressing the doll to Shauna’s chest where it had been held all afternoon. Once Shauna felt the weight of the baby in her arms she calmed down, rubbing her forehead against the plastic head of the doll. “That’s right, that’s right.” Tai rubbed firm circles on Shauna’s back until she was sure the smaller girl was completely calm again. Only once Shauna was breathing softly again did Tai begin to move her onto the bed. Shauna whined a little, squirming to stay closer to Tai. “I know, bub, I’m right here. Why don’t we get your baby into some jammies?” Tai offered - trying to think of a way to distract Shauna for a little while.

Shauna sniffled a little, “warm?”

“Yeah, we can make sure the baby's warm.”

Tai got Shauna set up in the playroom to shuffle through the shared supply of doll clothes before sticking her head out the door to call for Van. Van, who had been doling out bowls of ice cream to excited littles on the couch looked up immediately. She passed off the last bowl to a very eager Mel and came straight over. “Shauna good?” She asked quietly so none of the other littles would hear. Tai glanced back into the playroom where Shauna was whispering to the doll.

“She’s… ok. Could you get us a bottle? I’m going to try to get her into bed.” Van nodded, looking at Shauna over Tai’s shoulder before turning to go make up the bottle.

Tai returned to Shauna, who’d dressed the baby up in a onesie and a winter coat which was definitely made for American girl dolls and not babies. “Is he all ready for bed?” She asked, Shauna nodded, standing up and leaning against Tai to ask to be lifted. Tai picked her up, balancing Shauna on her hip.

Van brought the bottle into Shauna’s room once Tai had her settled in bed. She let Shauna keep holding the baby as she fed her the bottle, even though usually hard toys weren’t allowed in the bed. It would be ok for one night.

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The space between us -- itoshi rin x itoshi sae x sibling fem!reader

notes: You were their whole world yet they left you behind. What could possibly bring them back to you again? cw: Angst-fluff, healing relationship, wholesome -3.5k words-

You used to believe the three of you were unbreakable.

You, Sae, and Rin. The Itoshi siblings. A perfect trio.

The memories felt like something out of someone else's life now. But once, they were the best part of yours. The late nights spent building pillow forts in the living room, whispered secrets during thunderstorms when Sae let you hide under his blanket and Rin pretended he wasn’t scared too, or heated fights over who got the last rice ball or who got to pick the next show on TV. It always ended in laughter. Always. Sae always gave in first, sighing like an old man. Rin would make the dumbest faces, eyes crossed, tongue sticking out just to make you giggle.

And you? You had been the center of it all.

You weren’t just their little sister. You were their sidekick. Their princess. Their biggest fan. You were the bridge between them, the glue, the one they always tried to impress.

Especially when it came to soccer.

They taught you, once. Back when Sae was still home and Rin still looked at him like he hung the stars. You remember the afternoons in the park, the way Rin would roll the ball toward you with exaggerated slowness, grinning as you fumbled to stop it. Sae was way more serious about it, he’d try to correct your posture, gently guide your foot, explain how to kick “with your laces,” whatever that meant. You could barely keep your balance.

They’d both get frustrated, but never at you. Only at each other.

“She’s not doing that because I told her to,” Rin would mutter.

“Well, she should,” Sae would snap. “Because you’re teaching her wrong.”

“I’m not! I’m just trying to make it fun!”

You’d stand there in the middle, clutching the ball, trying not to cry.

But then Rin would sigh dramatically and flop to the grass arms spread wide as Sae would groan like he couldn’t believe he was stuck with two idiots. And you’d laugh, because they were idiots, but they were your idiots.

After every “training session” Sae would take you to the corner store. He always let you pick out whatever candy you wanted. And then he'd buy two extra, every time, without fail. “in case you drop one” he’d say, handing them to you like a secret between the two of you.

They used to be your entire world.

And for a while, you were theirs too.

But things changed.

It wasn’t sudden. It crept in quietly, like a crack in a glass window you didn’t notice until it shattered. One day, you woke up and realized they were speaking to each other less. Another day, you noticed Rin didn’t cheer during Sae’s matches anymore. Then they stopped coming home together. Then they stopped speaking altogether.

Then it was just you. Alone in the middle of two people who once held your hands like you were everything.

They left home, each in their own way. Sae to Spain. Rin to Blue Lock. They said goodbye with quiet voices and soft smiles, telling you to be good, promising to text. And they did. For a while. But the messages turned from real conversations to short replies. From “How was school?” to “Happy birthday.”

They never forgot your birthday. Every year, without fail, there were gifts. Expensive. Neatly wrapped. Rin sent hoodies and plushies with sarcastic notes. Sae sent shoes, gadgets, perfumes you couldn’t pronounce. But it was never them. Never their voices. Never their arms around you. Never their laughter.

-

Your birthday felt like a hollow performance. You used to cry when you were younger, when the gifts arrived without them. Now you just smiled at your cake and told your parents you were grateful.

They didn’t come home anymore.

They didn’t even call.

And still, every weekend, you’d turn on the TV. You’d see them. The whole world saw them. Sae with his cold, perfect passes and impassive face. Rin with that fierce stare and explosive speed. You watched, feeling proud...and unbearably bitter.

You watched them glare at each other on the field. You watched the distance that used to be inches stretch into miles. You watched two people you loved forget how to love each other.

-

You started keeping track of the last time you heard their voices.

It had been nine months.

The day everything fell apart started like any other. You went to school. You smiled when the teacher called on you. You answered politely. You kept your head down.

But someone had posted a video the night before. A slideshow of photos. One was of you and your brothers when you were kids, maybe eight or nine, beaming in your matching jerseys. Sae’s hand on your head. Rin’s arms around your shoulders. It had once been your favorite picture.

Now it was being picked apart in the comments.

“No wonder Rin and Sae don’t talk. Look at the sister LOL.”

“She must be the disappointment.”

“Did they adopt her??”

The whispers at school were louder than usual. The stares longer. Someone knocked your bag off your desk during class. You didn’t even look up to see who. At lunch, a bottle of juice exploded all over your uniform. You stood there, dripping, blinking back tears. No one helped.

You tried to laugh it off. You tried to stay calm. But it built up. And when one of the girls leaned over and whispered, “Do you think they even remember you?” something inside cracked.

You ran. Out of the gates. Down the street. Past the bakery Sae used to take you to when you got good grades.

You didn’t remember unlocking the front door. You didn’t remember kicking off your shoes. All you remembered was the ache in your chest. The horrible, sharp pressure that wouldn’t go away.

The house was quiet.

Your parents wouldn’t be home until late.

You were too dizzy to think. You didn’t know who else to call.

Your thumb hovered over the group chat. The one that hadn’t been active in months. "Itoshi Bros + Lil Sis."

It was probably muted.

You didn’t care.

You pressed the video call button.

And to your shock, Sae picked up.

His face filled the screen. He looked tired, hair slightly tousled, brows furrowed in concern. “Hello?”

Then Rin picked up too. “What the hell?”

You couldn’t speak.

You just sobbed.

Heavy, ugly sobs that cracked through your throat and left you breathless.

Neither of them spoke right away. You heard Rin whisper your name like he hadn’t in years. Sae’s face went stiff.

“What happened?” Sae asked. His voice was low. Controlled.

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

You were curled up on the floor of your room, hugging a pillow, your phone clutched in your hand like a lifeline.

“I’m coming home,” Sae said quietly.

You thought he was lying.

But then Rin said, “I’ll be there first.”

You cried harder.

Sae landed that night.

Rin arrived thirty minutes after.

They didn’t knock. They had their keys.

You heard the door open, and for a terrifying second, you wanted to hide.

You heard footsteps. Running.

Rin came in first.

Then Sae.

You weren’t dressed nicely. Your face was blotchy, your eyes red. But they didn’t seem to care.

Rin dropped to his knees beside you. “What the hell happened?”

You broke again.

It came out in stutters. Between sobs. You told them about the bullying. The video. The messages. The juice. The way you felt like everyone hated you for being related to them.

They listened.

They didn’t interrupt.

Not once.

When you finished, your throat was raw. You expected silence. You expected them to leave again, maybe pat your head and say they’d take care of it.

But Sae surprised you.

He sat beside you and pulled you into his chest.

Rin didn’t even hesitate. He curled against your other side, resting his chin on top of your head like he used to when you were five.

“I hate this,” you whispered.

Sae’s arm tightened.

“I hate that you guys don’t talk anymore,” you said, voice trembling. “I hate that we’re not a family anymore. I hate that I’m the only one who seems to miss it.”

“Don’t say that,” Rin said. His voice was quiet.

“I do! I hate watching you fight on TV. You’re my brothers. You were my best friends. Now I don’t even know who you are anymore. I feel like I’m not even part of this family—”

“You are,” Sae said, cutting you off. “You always were.”

“You could’ve fooled me.”

Silence.

Then, quietly, you added, “I just… I just want to go back. Just once. Can we just… I know it’s dumb, but can we cuddle? Like when we were kids?”

You expected them to laugh.

But neither did.

Sae sighed softly and stood up, helping you to your feet. Rin followed without a word.

They led you to the living room.

You laid on the couch, squished in the middle. Rin curled around your left side, arm over your waist. Sae took your right, hand resting on your shoulder.

It was cramped. It was awkward.

But you hadn’t felt that safe in years.

-

You woke up to the smell of toast and the sound of footsteps.

The couch was empty.

You blinked, sat up, and looked around.

A note was on the table.

“Be back by lunch. Business to handle.”

You didn’t know what that meant until your phone exploded with messages.

“DID YOUR BROTHERS JUST SHOW UP TO SCHOOL???”

“BRO RIN AND SAE ITOSHI CAME TO OUR CLASS.”

“Did they beat him up? They LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE GONNA.”

You stared at the texts.

Then another one came in. From Sae.

“Handled it. Also switched your school. Private tutoring starts next week. We’ll be home for a while.”

Then Rin sent a photo. A selfie of the three of you from the night before. You were squished and half-asleep in the middle, cheeks puffed from crying.

Rin: “Next time, call sooner, dummy.”

And attached, just beneath it, another photo.

A picture of a soccer ball.

Then a second photo: a pile of candy on the kitchen table.

Sae: “Training starts again today. We’ll go slow this time.”

You cried again.

But this time, it was the good kind.

[marginofthought]

5x03 hunters gang banging Sam is practically canon, but what about 5x16 hunters raping him and making Dean watch? They still kill Sam but they punish him for starting the apocalypse first

Alternatively: Dean kills them and a few weeks later he forces Sam to abort the baby because it isn’t his

They'd probably tie Dean to a chair first, making him watch as they would rape his little brother. They had planned on killing them anyway so what would the harm be in having a little fun and punishing both Winchesters.

Dean would probably "forgot" about it after their heaven fiasco and how pissed he was at Sam. Days later he would finally "remember" but now Plan B wouldn't work and so he would makes Sam go to a clinic or something to get an abortion and he would be hovering beside him until it would be done. The clinic staff would probably try and sneak Sam a card for a domestic abuse shelter. (little do they know that Dean is forcing him because it's not his and if it were he would never allow Sam to get rid of it)

I feel like he would make Sam sit in the Impala while he went out and killed Roy and walt

[asterberry]

Ace HCs

it's been a bit since i did more headcanons so i figured i'd do Ace :]

if anyone has suggestions on who i should do headcanons for next lmk! I'd like to get to everyone at some point but there are some characters i don't know enough about yet asdfhkdjk (im only on book 5 😭)

ipad kid. Crusty, cheetoh dust covered fingers ipad kid. Ace usually has sticky or dirty fingers from chips or whatever else and is constantly reminded to go wash them

Arcade fiend. He spends all his money on tokens and hardly wins any tickets. He also loves those little gacha machines that are a couple quarters in stores (he gave Yuu a plastic ring from once)

Wears crocs and slides majority of the time & Riddle screams at him when he does it with his dorm uniform

Severe self-esteem issues, he's good at hiding it but he often thinks of how he is a "weak link" and how the others will probably leave him behind some day. He can spiral quickly into panic attacks but it's usually why he gets into shenanigans, to distract himself (sorryyy i had to give at least a bit of angst, i've seen too many fics where ace is incredibly self depricating not to)

He loves origami and is quite skilled at it, he makes swans, dragons, and roses for his dormmates and friends on the regular (Riddle keeps every single one in his room, he appreciates it incredibly when his juniors, or anyone, gives him a gift)

Ace will bring up controversial topics just to start an argument. He'd probably be good in a debate team but he doesn't think it'd be as fun

Has faked sick to get out of dorm chores. Yuu dared him to use a different excuse every time he wants to get out of them so now his excuses are getting wilder and wilder

I forgot this was in my drafts from a couple days ago ngl. How is everyone's last few days of school- or summer to you lucky people? ONE LEFT!!! Today and then tomorrow will be the last! But theyre half days and no ones going to go anywaayyyy but i digress.

i've been listening to Obedience on loop i love it so much asgdjfk anyways have a good day :]

[fru1t4fr0gs]

You and Me - Chapter 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Plans begin to come together. After a car ride filled with a whole lot of bickering, you and Bucky share a tender moment as you prepare for the oncoming fight.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI: Swearing, Trauma, Implied Sex, Bickering, Sam and Steve are very Big Brother in this chapter (especially Sam), Brief mention of Reader being Tony Stark's kid (reader is still a fully grown adult, we are in charge here so we make the timelines work), Please let me know if I forgot anything

Author’s Note: This chapter is a bit of a quick one, but I had a lot of fun writing the dialogue and exploring some relationship dynamics. It was also due time for Bucky and reader to have a sweet moment. They've had a rough few days. As always, feedback is super appreciated. I'm so grateful to the people who have reached out to tell me you're enjoying the fic! You guys are the best! Enjoy!

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“Just out of curiosity, do you always go the exact speed limit when you drive? Aren’t we supposed to be on the run?”

Steve looks at you in the rearview mirror, raising a single eyebrow. “Being on the run means not drawing attention to ourselves.”

“And being on a time crunch means getting to where we’re going faster than this. Find the happy medium, Cap. Push it to five-over.”

“I forgot how grumpy you are when you’re tired.” Sam says, earning himself a glare. “Have you slept since you fainted in Bucharest?”

“I didn’t faint. My body reacted to being lifted a hundred feet in the air at the speed of a fucking jet. I passed out.”

“Sure, you ‘passed out’ in my arms like a total badass.”

“No fighting in the car.” Steve interjects, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or if his ‘I Will Turn This Stolen Getaway Vehicle Around’ tone is genuine.

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

“Language.”

Your eyes could not possibly roll back farther in your head. “When I hotwired the grandma car, I wasn’t expecting you to drive and act like an actual grandma.”

You turn to Bucky, irritated and looking for backup in your verbal battle. He’s just looking at you, and you can tell from the barely perceptible crinkle in his eyes that he’s trying to hide a smile. You’ve seen that look before, countless times back in Romania. He might be the only person in the world to find your crankiness endearing.

“Are we there yet?” You ask a few moments later, half to push buttons and half because you really do feel like you’ve been in this car for more hours than you can count.

“Seriously?” Sam asks, actually turning in his seat to give you an incredulous look.

“What?”

“Five more minutes.” Steve says, and it almost sounds like he’s fighting off a sigh of annoyance. Poor Grandma.

The five minutes feel like twenty, but eventually you’re pulling into a spot beneath an overpass. Sharon gets out of the car in front of you, and Steve goes to meet her, leaving you, Sam, and Bucky alone to watch their interaction through the window.

“Can you move your seat up?” Bucky asks, tone dry, and you look to the small amount of room Sam has given him.

“No.”

“Dude.” You say, incredulous and annoyed. Sam turns to you again, giving you the ‘I don’t approve of this and therefore I’m going to be an ass’ look you’ve become accustomed to over the last few days.

Neither of the men say anything, and you roll your eyes as you begin to silently switch seats with Bucky. The small old car creaks a little. The scene must look ridiculous, one large man trying to help finagle you over his lap as your head lightly bumps the ceiling, while another pointedly refuses to turn around. After a few moments, Bucky is sitting on the other side where Steve has left you considerably more room, his long legs no longer squished in by Sam’s seat.

Sam says nothing. He still does not move his seat up.

The three of you watch as Sharon opens her trunk, and from your angle you can see Steve’s shield, Sam’s wings, and some shiny trinkets that you hope against hope might belong to you.

And then they kiss, and your eyebrows shoot up.

“How long has that been going on?” You ask, and Sam laughs.

“A few months. ‘Bout time he finally made a move.”

Steve looks back at the three of you. Sam and Bucky smile. You waggle your eyebrows. He rolls his eyes and transfers the equipment into the trunk of your tiny getaway car.

And then you’re off.

-

On the way to the airport, a few more minutes of bickering leads to Bucky finally wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side.

“Go to sleep, doll.” He murmurs into the top of your head, like he’s done so many times before when you would be wide awake in the apartment in Bucharest, scribbling out plans and blueprints for machines you’d never be able to build without your lab or equipment because you just didn’t know what else to do with yourself.

You’re tempted to argue, but he’s right. You’re not going to be much help if you’re falling asleep standing up.

So you give in, wishing your serum had given you the ability to stay awake for days on end like Steve and Bucky’s had. His shoulder is warm and comfortable against your cheek, and his fingers trace gentle, soothing patterns against your side like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It doesn’t take long for you to drift off.

When you wake, it’s to Bucky pressing another kiss to the top of your head, his arm still locked comfortably around you like it hasn’t moved an inch since you closed your eyes.. Your nerves are already beginning to hum with the sense of something coming, but drowsiness and Bucky’s presence are enough to tamp down the twitchiness for now.

“What would you say?” He asks, quietly. You can feel his smile against your hair. “Time to kick some ass?”

Your muscles creak as you sit up, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

“Was I asleep for five minutes or ten years?”

“About two hours.”

“Good enough.” You stretch, looking towards the van parked beside you, and slide out of the car. Clint and Wanda’s eyes fall on you immediately, and you offer them an awkward little wave. Your heart constricts as Wanda hugs you, quickly followed by Clint. You really did miss them. You didn’t have much of a family growing up, but you suppose it took dying to remind you of how much the one you found matters to you.

Tearful hellos to old friends and new introductions to a man who can, from what you’ve gathered, turn very small, ensue. The alarm goes off, and you brace yourself for what’s coming before Bucky needs to translate what they’re saying over the intercom. Stark is coming. Fast.

“Suit up.” Steve says.

Time to kick some ass.

-

“Is it supposed to feel this heavy?” You ask, rotating your shoulders again and shifting a bit on your feet.

Bucky huffs a soft laugh, strapping another knife to the holster at your arm. “You’ve got light weapons. You’re just not fighting in civilian clothes this time. You’ve got to get used to the weight.”

He crouches down, and starts strapping another holster to your thigh.

“You know, the more weapons you attach to me the slower I’m probably gonna be able to move.”

“The more weapons I attach to you,” Bucky says, tightening the holster, “the safer you’ll be. Like I said, they’re light.”

“We have very different definitions of light, Buck.” You say, as he slides a knife into the holster and starts strapping another one to your other leg. “I don’t have super strength. Also, I think I can set up these weapons myself. I feel like you’re about to tie my shoes for me.”

“Do you want me to tie your shoes for you?”

“Very funny.”

He smiles, and you see a hint of mischief in his expression before his hands slide up to the backs of your thighs and he suddenly and smoothly tugs you down into his lap.

You bite back a squeak of surprise, arms flying up to steady you by wrapping around his neck. You can feel his smile widen against the shell of your ear. “You look good in tactical gear.” He murmurs, voice suddenly much lower than it was a moment ago. Much more suggestive.

You laugh, instinctively tilting your head to the side and granting him more access to your neck. Every touch of his lips to your skin sends a spark through you, and you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the feeling.

“I was about to say the same thing to you.” You say, unable to keep the smile from your face as your fingers trace lightly over the leather. “But you know we definitely don’t have time for this.”

He makes an exaggeratedly tortured noise, nipping at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “They can wait.”

You’re almost tempted to agree, hand moving up to run through his soft hair. He hums in approval, pulling you even closer. For a moment, you try to push down the persistent feeling of something coming. The prickling in your fingertips that’s warning you to prepare for the inbound threat.

But it’s too strong. You have minutes, maybe, until Stark and the rest of them reach the airport and shit hits the fan. “They can’t wait.” You say, defeated.

He sighs, but nods in understanding and pulls back from your neck, climbing to his feet and easily pulling you to yours alongside him.

“Later.” He says simply, lowly, the singular word holding a promise that makes you shiver. He leans down to press a gentle, craving kiss to your lips, and you suppress the urge to say fuck it and make him un-suit up right then and there.

“Later.” You agree, moving towards the door, but his hand darts out and catches around your arm before you can reach it, and he pulls you back.

“Hey, wait.” He says, turning you to face him. He looks you over in that assessing way he has, gaze feeling like a featherlight touch against your skin. “Are you okay? I know this is…” he pauses, and you see his expression cloud with guilt. “I don’t want you to sacrifice everything. Not for me.”

You shake your head, unable to hide your surprise. “I don’t agree with the Accords, at all. And you know better than anyone that we have to stop the other supersoldiers. My relationship with Stark aside, he’s wrong in this. I can’t sit there and pretend otherwise just because it would be easier to.”

He nods, relieved, and looks ready to make his way towards the door. He doesn’t make it two steps before you speak again, the words spilling past your lips before you even think about them.

“But I would still do it.”

He pauses. Looks at you again with those burning blue eyes.

You speak clearly, your words completely honest. “Even if it weren’t for anything else. Even if it was all just to protect you. I would still do it. I wouldn’t even think twice.”

He stands very still, like it takes him a moment to process what you just said. And then suddenly, like he remembers how to move, he pulls you into his arms. He holds you tightly. Reverently. Like you’re the most wonderful and precious thing to ever exist in this fucked up world.

“I love you.” He says it like an exhale. Like a sigh of relief. And it’s the first time either of you have ever said it out loud, but it’s not a surprise. You already knew you loved him. Hell, you think you might have loved him since the first time he laughed on that roof in Bucharest, on that cold night what feels like decades ago.

“I love you, too.” You say into his shoulder, and he holds you even tighter.

For a moment, you two just stand there, trying to hold onto the moment, before you feel his hands begin to drift gently over your body.

“Bucky?”

“Mhm?”

“Are you checking my weapons again?”

He pauses. “I might be.”

You pull back, smile, and kiss him.

“Lets go kick some ass.”

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