#I don’t wanna talk about it anymore but I am safe everyone is safe

[k20spock]

been doing better the past couple of days and then life goes hey. here’s your incredibly specific trigger. good luck.

[fettuccin-e]

Take Care of Me

I'm back with more big dick daddy!steve everyone (i think i have a problem) but yeah this one is BIG on the daddy kink because i am very horny all the time (Tags: Steve Harrington x Reader, daddy kink, size kink, fem!reader, dirty talk, slight degradation)

Steve makes you feel so small sometimes. Not a bad kind of small; but a cherished, delicate kind of small. The kind of small where you know he’ll take care of you, love you unconditionally.  

It’s in the way he brings you flowers, and presses soft kisses all over your face while you giggle and try to push him gently away. It’s in the way he tucks you into his side while you’re watching a movie, stroking your hair when you cuddle into him; the way he surprises you with little dates, remembering the smallest little celebrations like the anniversary first day you held hands, or celebrating you turning in an essay you were nervous about.

It’s in the way he bends you in half as he fucks you, your legs over his shoulders while he drives his fat cock into your squelching pussy.

“So fucking sweet, baby. Love your little pussy, so fucking tight around me,” Steve mutters into your mouth, and he’s got your hips hitched up off the bed, leaving your head in the pillows and hands clutching desperately at the sheets while Steve forces you to meet him thrust for thrust.

Your sopping cunt is making a puddle on the sheets, drool dripping out of your gaping mouth, eyes blurry as you look at Steve, at his pretty face with his flushed cheeks, his brows furrowed as he concentrates on slamming into you again and again. And you feel so taken care of, so small under him.

“Fuck, oh god,” you whine, his cock feeling like it’s pressing into your lungs. “Steve, Steve, oh shit, harder, harder,” you don’t have control over anything anymore, your legs feel like jelly, your brain fuzzy. Steve just looks so big, so powerful, his big body looming over you like a god. You feel stretched out and ruined, Steve's cock bullying into your little pussy, making a space in your body to take his pretty cock again and again, owning you.

And then Steve shifts your hips up again, shoving into you so hard, and it's so good, tears rolling down your face as your hips jerk and your stomach clenches and-

“Fuck, fuck, Daddy,” you wail, not even realizing that you’ve said it, but Steve hears.

Steve hears and his heart stops, hips stuttering for just a second, before he’s driving into your body again like a man possessed. 

“You like that baby? Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty sweetheart.” And it’s true. Steve loves you like this, all sweet and dumb and at his mercy, perfectly pliant on his cock. He loves making sure that you feel loved, safe to drop all of your guards and inhibitions. He loves turning you into his perfect cock slut, begging to take him deep inside at the drop of a hat. 

“Gonna be your Daddy, baby, take care of you so fucking good. Fuck, who am I sweetheart? Who’s fucking you so good right now?” Steve grunts, reaching a hand up to brush away one of the tears that had leaked from your pretty eyes.

You barely even feel real anymore, tears continuing to streak down your puffy cheeks as you whine, “Daddy, oh god, daddy, you’re s’big, feels so good inside me.”

And it makes perfect sense, you realize. Steve’s the one to take care of you, making you feel sweet and loved and cherished. You want to worship him, kneel at his feet, make him proud of you. The title feels fitting, dominating and strong, just like Steve. He keeps shoving his cock into your abused and dripping hole, and you can’t stop yourself from slurring out, “daddy, daddy, oh god,” with every thrust.

“You wanna cum baby?” Steve says, snaking a hand between your slick bodies to press his thumb to your clit, the rest of his big palm resting on your lower stomach. And he can fucking feel his cock, moving in your tiny pussy, rearranging your insides around him. 

You choke around a scream when Steve’s thumb presses hard onto your clit, barely able to whimper out a, “please, Daddy, shit, please make me cum, need to cum so bad.”

And Steve smiles at his sweet girl, so perfect and dumb and pliant, leaning down to your ear to mutter, “Go ahead and cum, angel. Wanna feel you squeeze around your Daddy’s big cock.”

You don’t need to be told twice, a high-pitched whine escaping your throat with a, “Yes, daddy, yesyesyes,” as you gush around Steve’s, daddy’s, giant cock.

Steve rocks into you once, twice, three times more before he’s grunting, “fuck, baby, love this little cunt, Jesus,” and spilling his hot cum deep into you.

You whimper softly through your sticky throat when Steve slips out of you a few minutes later, your brain still mushy and malleable. Steve leaves and comes back with a warm, wet rag, wiping the sweat off your body. You flinch in overstimulation just a little when he brings the rag over your leaking pussy, but he just shushes you gently, pressing soft kisses to your lips.

It’s several minutes after that that you manage to come back to yourself, looking up at Steve with a soft smile.

Steve smiles back at you warmly, brushing a finger down your cheek. “You back with me, baby? You feeling okay?” he asks, gentle and loving.

“Yes, to both questions,” you whisper, giggling almost deliriously.

Steve seems to contemplate his next words for a moment, before smirking, eyes alight with a strange mixture of teasing and adoration. “So, ‘daddy,’ huh?” he asks.

You can’t believe you had forgotten about that, cheeks burning as you nuzzle into Steve’s chest, muttering a “shut up.”

“No no no, baby,” Steve chuckles, “it was fucking hot, honey. I’d love to be your daddy.” 

You pull yourself out of the safe haven of his warm chest to look up at him again. “You would?”

“Of course, baby. Gotta take care of my girl.”

[wineauntharry]

New Nerves j.b.

guys!! Don’t hate me but a lot of my stuff will prob be short since i’m easing back into writing. I love you all endlessly and i am working through the requests i promise!

Based off of these requests:

“hey! Can you write something where the reader and Joe are in a fairly new relationship and she goes to her first game of his, standing in the family area on the sidelines, and this is their first public outing?

THANK YOU!”

and

“Yay welcome back!! What about a Joe burrow one where you go down to the field to see him right before the game? “

…………

New Nerves

j.b.

“come down i wanna see u :)”

Joe had texted me while I was up sitting in the box with the rest of his family waiting for the game to start. We were enjoying a few drinks dressed in our orange when I excused myself. I snuck out of my seat and made my way towards the door when Joe’s mom asked me where I was headed to.

“Y/N where are you headed to?” she asked.

“Joe is begging for me to come down there so you know I have to before he throws a tantrum.” I replied with a slight giggle.

“That boy is so dramatic. Well, if you stop for a snack, grab me one pretty please.” she asked.

“Will do ma.” I let out quickly before turning back around and heading out. 

My nerves were a little wracked since this was the first time Joe and I were gonna be seen in public as a couple. Sure we had been together since our sophomore year of college, but ever since Joe started his professional career, we kept things private.

 I made my way down the steps past all of the seated fans and went over to the ledge where I saw Joe stretching and talking to his other teammates. I wanted to grab his attention but I knew how important it was for him to warm up. I had been waiting for a few minutes when Ja’Marr had pointed me out to Joe. I saw his head snap and we made eye contact as the widest, cheeky grin flooded his face.

He came jogging over to me like the cutest little kid. Not even noticing the photographers on the field pointing their cameras in our direction.

“Hi baby” he said through a grin.

“Hey honey” I replied as I leaned down over the railing to place a kiss on his forehead.

“No lips?” he questioned with his puppy dog eyes.

I bent back down with a huff to place a soft kiss on his lips. Just as our lips connected I felt both of his arms snake under my armpits as he brought me down over the railing with a swift pull.

“Joseph! Everyone is gonna see us!” I yelled as I was laughing.

“Sorry baby, just missed you a little extra. Plus who cares, you’re with me not them. ” He replied with a warm smile and rosey cheeks to match it.

“You’re crazy” I said as he finally placed my feet on the ground and towered over me with all of his gear on. He was always so handsome.

“Can’t keep my girl a secret anymore.” He replied while placing one of his hands on the small of my back, lightly pushing on it to bring me closer to him. I was admiring how pretty he was when his teammates started yelling for him to head over to their huddle since the game was about to begin.

“Joe, you gotta go, come on.” I said sternly.

He placed a few more sloppy kisses on my lips before he placed his hands back on my hips. I turned around to face the ledge again as he helped me jump up to reach it. I stablelized my footing as I propped myself up over the ledge. I turned around to wish him good luck. 

As he was running off I was blowing him kisses and mouthing ‘i love you’ until he turned around and reached his hudled team. 

As I was making my way up the stairs back to the box I noticed fans with their phones out.

Shit.

Realizing that people had seen us being affectionate for the first time was all I could think about. I always told Joe how worried I was about how mean some people on the internet could be. He always reassured me that I was safe with him. God, he was so convincing.

As I reached the box where the rest of his family was sitting, the worries about social media and pda that had previously flooded my mind were washed away when I realized I forgot the most important thing.

His moms snack

I mean she couldn’t be that mad if I didn’t stop to get myself one, right?

………………..

guys why do i kind of hate this lol somebody please invalidate the negative feelings. ANYWAYS, thank you for the absolutely insane support, i can’t thank you guys enough i am so serious. sorry this is so short, i don’t feel super confident yet. regardless of that I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU!

xx, kitt

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[judgementdaysunshine]

Welcome to my and @romanthereigns prompt list! 🩷🩵

Give credits to us if you use any prompts

⚠️18+ for smut! ⚠️

☻ "So we’re officially starting a family now?"

☻ “I’m pregnant, not handicapped”

☻ "The only thing owed is this child having both parents and if you're in I'm in"

☻ “I can’t wait to see you be the best dad”

☻ "Look at you, absolutely wonderful just like your mom, you're gonna be an amazing human"

☻ “I hate this” “hate what?” “Hate that I’m huge and I know you don’t want me anymore”

☻ "That's our baby, kicking my hand" "They love you already"

☻ “Why are you crying?” “Because our baby’s so cute”

☻ "You’re doing so well sweetheart, just a few more weeks my superwoman"

☻ “I’m not going to be in a place where my baby and I aren’t wanted”

☻ "Can't keep your hands away can you?" "Why would I when you're always so damn pretty and with my baby in you"

☻ “If this baby doesn’t get out of me soon, you’re gonna have to just push me in a wheelbarrel for the rest of my life”

☻ "The first one is always an adventure"

☻ “This baby is messing with you, I want you all the time. You’re not huge, you’re pregnant and even if you were, I don’t care I love you”

☻ "I'm afraid of being a dad because of how my dad was with me..."

☻ “I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything for your birthday” “You gave me the best gift of all, being a mother/father”

☻ "Look at my little baby, absolutely beautiful head to toe and already smiling"

☻ “We gotta think of a name soon, I’m not gonna call my baby ‘baby’ for the rest of my life”

☻ "Hi little one, you're so beautiful and perfect my little baby"

☻ “The baby hasn’t stopped crying and if you don’t hug me soon, I’m going to start crying too”

✫ “Everytime I get sad, I think of your beautiful face and I’m reminded it’s on a be okay”

✫ "You can trust me"

✫ “When we first met, I never thought I’d fall in love with you”

✫ "You're different and that's what makes you wonderful"

✫ “When I look at you, I think about how happy I am, I can’t believe you’re mine”

✫ "You brought so many things to my life that I thought I never deserved"

✫ “When I look into your eyes, it’s a reminder of who I do it for”

✫ "Remember, you're not alone"

✫ “When you smile, I can’t help but smile too. Your smile makes everything better”

✫ "Come closer, I'll warm you up in my arms"

✫ “I often wonder how different life would have been without you in it… I’m glad you’re in it because you make everything better”

✫ "I never expected to have anyone love me the way you do"

✫ “You’re this lovable goofball who I’m so lucky that I fell in love with”

✫ "You brought so many things to my life that I thought I never deserved"

✫ “When I talk about you, I tell them that the one thing that makes me fall in love with you… your heart of pure gold”

✫ "You're my home"

✫ “When I think of you, all these bad thoughts disappear”

✫ "The person who I want in my life by my side and to love forever, it's you"

✫ “Do you feel my beating heart? It only beats for you”

✫ "You're not broken, you're human and not everyone is willing to accept and understand it, but I am"

✫ "You make me feel safe when I'm vulnerable, and I can never trust or love anyone to do that than you"

☼ "Come to my room, there’s this thing I wanna try"

☼ “Look at you doing such a good job”

☼ "You’re so beautiful all spread out like this... just for me"

☼ “I love watching you taste me”

☼ "Don’t worry, I’ll take of you"

☼ “Oh, you’re so sensitive I love that”

☼ "I bought a few pieces of lingerie, want me to model for you?"

☼ “Fuck me!” “Alright, bend over”

☼ "Don’t be afraid, it’s just me"

☼ “God, you’re soaked is that all from me?”

☼ "I don’t know what to do" "Then let me teach you"

☼ “Look at you…falling apart because of me”

☼ "Don’t cover you’re face, I want to see you"

☼ “When I think about you, I touch myself”

☼ "Spend the night with me"

☼ “I want to remember this night for the rest of my life, you’re just so perfect”

☼ "I’ve been thinking about this night"

☼ “I don’t care how long it takes, but I’m gonna make you scream my name”

☼ "So damn sexy, just keep moving like that"

☼ “Oh god, I’m so close baby”

☼ "More beautiful than you already were"

✎ “I hate that I care so much about you, but I know you don’t care about me in the slightest”

✎ "I wanna know why, why did it have to happen to me?"

✎ “You’ve broke me for the last time”

✎ "Stop looking at me like I'm damaged goods"

✎ “I’m so scared to trust you because I know what happens in the end

✎ "I trusted you...and you left me broken"

✎ “One day, I’ll be moved on and you’ll want me, but I promise you, I’m not coming back this time”

✎ "The worst part is I truly loved you"

✎ “I fucking hate you for this, there’s no forgiving you this time”

✎ "I just want to know you care about me"

✎ “Don’t tell me you’re sorry if you’re not gonna mean it”

✎ "You saved me then killed me all over again"

✎ “I can’t hate you for everything you’ve done and I don’t know why”

✎ "Why am I always your second choice?"

✎ “You make me feel so stupid”

✎ "I loved you, believe me I did then you turned into someone else, someone... scary"

✎ “I can’t stay this time, I don’t think I love you anymore”

✎ "You were my ride or die"

✎ “I can’t think of any reason we should still be together”

✎ "Why did I even think I could be enough for you"

[lmaopuli]

Never Leaving

*credits to gif owner

Christian Pulisic Angst

Warnings: argument, angry Christian, sad Christian, swearing

Word count: ~1k

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“Are you… leaving?”

You jumped at Christian’s question, not expecting him to come into your shared bedroom already. You didn’t want to look up at him yet, for him to see the tears still lingering in your eyes. You kept your gaze on the laundry you were folding, realizing it looked like you were gathering clothes to pack up and leave. You sighed, hoping and praying your voice wouldn’t give away your broken heart, “No, I’m just folding up our clothes.” You were hurt, really hurt, but you would never leave.

Christian lingered around the doorway, too nervous to come close to you yet. He had no idea what you were feeling, about the fight, about him. You still haven’t looked up at him, but if you did, you’d see the tears still lingering in his eyes, just like with you. He brought his hand up to face, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose at the memory of how he spoke to you just moments ago.

——

“I’m fucking sick of you saying the same shit over and over again every time we come home!” Christian snapped.

“What the hell am I supposed to say as your girlfriend, huh? Am I not supposed to support you?” You spat back, tired of the way he’s spoken to you, not just today but the past few weeks. “You want me to say you guys played like shit today? That you won’t be getting better? Is that what you want?”

“You keep suffocating me!” He responded. He’d regret his words later, but now, he was seeing red. “Just leave me the fuck alone!”

“Fine” you mumbled, shocked that he’d go that low. Tears were welling up in your eyes, but you turned around before Christian could see. You couldn’t deal with this anymore. “I’ll leave you alone.”

——

“I thought you wanted space. What are you doing here?” you sniffled, annoyed with yourself that couldn’t keep your emotions in check anymore.

You looked up at Christian, and his heart squeezed uncomfortably at your blotchy eyes and red nose. He did this to you. He upset his perfect, angel of a girlfriend, and he didn’t know if he could forgive himself for it.

“God, baby—fuck, I'm sorry—I don’t want space from you. I didn’t mean that,” he stumbled, but you didn’t let him finish.

“Then why did you say it? It was so much worse at Chelsea, and you never spoke to me like that then.”

You were right. Some weeks were absolute hell at his old club, but one of the things you admired most about him was that he could separate it from your relationship. You were his safe space when things got tough. He couldn’t care less about what fans were saying on social media, as long as he could come home to you. You couldn’t figure out why a few tough games at Milan, when overall he was doing great, could get to him like this.

Christian sighed, trying to figure out a way to convey how he was feeling. You could sense the turmoil in his eyes, and motioned for him to sit next to you on the bed. A few moments ago, the last thing you wanted was to speak to him—but now, you needed to know what was clearly bothering your boyfriend.

“Chris, talk to me, please.” You pleaded after he sat down, placing your hand on his knee.

“This move to Milan’s been harder than I thought it was going to be.”

Your heart dropped at his confession. The fans have been amazing to him, so have his teammates and coaching staff. What? Your brows knitted in confusion.

“I just feel like there’s been a lot of pressure from everyone with how my time at Chelsea ended,” he continued, “I wanna prove that I can do really well here, and not just for a season.”

“Baby you’re doing amazing so far—”

“But the team isn’t right now. And I’m scared they’re gonna start making me the scapegoat again.” The tears previously welled up in Christian’s eyes were now flowing down his face.

Oh.

It took you a few seconds to register what he said, and you felt sick at how long he’s been keeping this from you.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” You asked, trying to brush the tears from his face.

“Because this is a huge adjustment for you too. You’re in a new country, learning a new language, trying to get along with the other girlfriends and wives and—”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me about this. We’re a team, okay? You take care of me all the time, listen to my problems, give me advice,” you gently grabbed his face, making his red, teary eyes meet yours, “I wanna do that for you too.”

Christian didn’t know what to say. He tried to calm his ragged breathing, but you pulled him into your embrace, comforting him yourself, rubbing his back and leaving kisses on his hair—like he’s done with you countless times before. You had no idea how long you both were sat there, it could’ve been anywhere from a few minutes to an hour.

Christian mumbled something into your neck, but you couldn’t understand him with the way he was pressed into your body.

“What was that, baby?” you asked, imploring him to repeat what he said. He reluctantly lifted his head from your neck. His eyes were still a little red and cheeks had some remnants of tears, but he was looking a lot better.

“I said I’m terrified to lose you,” he said softly, voice cracking slightly.

You felt a pit in your stomach, tears pricking your eyes for the third time that night. Pecking the corner of his mouth, you whispered back, “You’re never gonna lose me,” and then you pressed your lips against his, showing him you weren’t going anywhere, that you would never leave.

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Christian is my first footballer love, and this fic was so out of my comfort zone, but I hope you Puli girls enjoyed it 🫶🏼 as always, feedback, reblogs, and likes are so so appreciated :) MUAH

[projectmoon-smash-or-pass]

propaganda:

✅️ "his tits are huge. hes probably packing downstairs. And if hes got a pussy you KNOW that it’s juicy as fuck. I don’t even care that he’s British anymore. I think he’s a sub. I want him so bad. I need to peg him. I need to kiss him gently. I could make him feel loved"

✅️ "hes hot. BPD legend. i wanna pull him around by his straps."

✅️ "i can't fix him and i'm not even going to try. however! i want him."

✅️ "This isn't really my area, but as a Heathcliff fan, I must provide some support/propaganda for him ...

Having read (and thought) much about Wuthering Heights and its implications for Heathcliff's character, I'm inclined to say he'd be quite gentle and careful when it comes to the bedroom--this man was insulted, ridiculed, and brought low by those around him, and the woman he loved most said it would degrade her to marry him, so it's likely he's going to be a bit nervous about being with someone intimately! We've seen in canon that he's internalized a lot of the insults he's received, to the point he has self-loathing, so he probably worries about hurting/driving away his partner, and thus goes the extra mile to ensure they're comfortable and safe throughout the whole intercourse. And do not get me started on aftercare--you cannot tell me he isn't going to be checking in on his partner and making sure they feel safe/loved/comfortable with him. Oh, and don't forget about the looks of pure, unadulterated affection he's going to give you, either--the softest possible look in his eyes as he cuddles and compliments you.

In sum, Heathcliff would be a wonderful partner. He just really needs someone who's willing to be patient with him and provide him with all the reassurance he needs that they had a wonderful time with him. That man needs to be loved good and proper!"

✅️ "the first piece of propaganda is so correct but also the british is part of the charm. also SCARS SCARS SCARS SC-"

✅️ "i am in a constant state of considering the logistics of a threesome with heathcliff and gregor. unconventional duo, i know, but i just know they'd treat a partner right. heathcliff's probably got a bit of a rough streak, and gregor would have dirty talk down to a science, and the aftercare would be heavenly. all-around wonderful time for everyone involved. please tell me someone else understands my vision."

[lunajay33]

New World🍂Part 2!

Summary: You grew up in a crappy town with one friend who kept you going, everything started to fall into place, that’s until the world ended and the dead ruled the world

Pt.1

•Masterlist•

It’s been about a week since we got to the quarry and everything has been going smoothly…..well as smoothly as things could go with Merle around, he teased both Daryl and I every night that he stayed in the tent but in his gross ways that he talks

But I tried to put it to the side because I had my best friend with me and that’s all I could ask for

Today was a new day and we were running low on supplies so some people decided to go on a run to the city

“Hey y/n do you wanna come in the run with us?” Glenn asked as he came over to the table Daryl and I were sitting at

“She ain’ goin no where” Daryl answered before I got the chance

“I could help though”

“I ain’ risking your life out there, I need ya here where it’s safe, Merle can go in yer place” he said trying to plead with me

“Wow baby brother tryin to feed me to the walkers” Merle laughed as he came and sat next to me throwing his arm around my shoulder

Merle always did this, he thought it got a role out of Daryl, plus it made me damn uncomfortable

“Merle get your hands off me” I said swatting his arm away

“Yer a damn brat we should’ve left ya to the walkers” Daryl gave him a look that I’m glad I’ve never gotten, it honestly gave me the chills

“Fine I’ll go, only cause I gotta find me some more pills” he laughed before he left to get his shit together

Glenn had long go left knowing how Merle was with any person that wasn’t white here

“So ummm what are you gonna do today?” I asked feeling awkward now

“Gonna head out hunting, try and find somethin, might take awhile” he said as he cleaned his arrows

“Please be safe out there”

“Always am” he grunted but I saw a lift at his lips making me smile

~~~~~~~~~~

The day went on as we all carried on with our chores, I missed Daryl it’s only been a few hours but he was my biggest constant now and the fear of him alone placed a heavy weigh in my chest, but I know he’s knows how to handle himself out there……but still

Some of the girls and I were hanging clothes and it helped clear my mind

“I miss my straightener” Andrea said

“I miss my kitchen, making home made dinners every night” Lori smiled reminiscing

“…….i miss my vibrator” I stated as all the girls laughed

“Me too” Andrea and Carol said in unison making us all cry laughing now

“Y/n why do you need a vibrator when you got that Dixon basically sowed to your hip” Andrea said

“I…..I don’t know what you’re talking about” I would’ve said he was just my best friend like before but that’s not how it felt to me anymore

“Oh come on sweetie we all see how you both ogle at eachother when you think no one else sees, or when you’re doing chores he’s looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky, it’s adorable” Lori stated making me blush

“Don’t tell him please, I don’t want to ruin anything between us” I admitted

“Ooooooo I told you” Amy said pushing Andrea’s arm

“I guess I’ve felt it deep down for a long time, I mean he’s the whole package but, I’m just plain ol’ me, he could have anyone he wanted” I said clipping on of his shirts to the line

“You’re hilarious, if anything he doesn’t deserve you, girl you’re hot” Amy laughed

“Sure whatever, just everyone better keep their mouths shut”

I loved talking with the girls it always felt like we were back in the normal world, when all we had to worry about was paying bills

As we were tidying up I decided to take a nap, I couldn’t get much sleep last night with Merle’s snoring, so I told the girls and headed to my tent

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I woke up abruptly to a ruckus outside so I quickly unzipped the tent and ran out with my knife Daryl gave me, tight in hand

“YER TELLING ME YOU LEFT MY BROTHER ON THE ROOF” Daryl was back, and fuming

“He was a danger to us all he would’ve gotten us killed” this new guy said

Daryl was about to jump this guy when Shane got him in a choke hold, I ran over and pushed Shane off him

“What the hell is wrong with you, don’t EVER touch him like that again” I yelled at Shane

I knew Daryl past, hell I was the one usually to help get him through it and I know he didn’t like others touching him like that

I kneeled infront of Daryl and held his shoulder

“Are you okay” I asked worried

“ ‘m fine” he said swatting my hand away and standing up, it hurt but I understood

“Rick is going back to get him aren’t you” Lori said seeming angry

“Ya, I’ll get a group and we’ll head back for him, I won’t leave him out exposed, well he’s four tomorrow morning”

“Fine” Daryl groaned as he left out into the woods

I quickly followed him seeing him walk back and forth in the same spot I could tell he was fuming, he had a hard time controlling his temper sometimes

“Daryl I’m sorry” I said stopping him from his wandering

“Damn guy just shows up and now my brothers gone, the hell is wrong with him”

“We will find him, eventually you guys will find each other, you always do” I said pushing his hair back out of his face

He was quiet for some time trying to calm down I assume

“Sorry ‘bout before, I shouldn’ have smacked yer had away like that”

“Daryl it fine I just want you to be okay” I smiled

“It’s not”

“Come we need to get some food in ya and we should go down to the quarry and wash first it’s been a while” I took his hand and led him down the trail to the crystal blue water

“Do you wanna go first?” I asked

“Nah, go ahead” he motioned to the water as he sat on the rocky shore

He looked away as I stripped down and glided into the warm water, I was covered up to my shoulders when he looked back but this was clear water I’m sure he saw a little something but…I wasn’t apposed to it

“Me and the girls were talking earlier” I said as I ran my hand over my dirty skin

“Ya? ‘Bout what?”

“What we miss, some said straighteners, cooking in a nice kitchen, what do you miss Daryl?” I cupped my hands and let the water run through my hair

“Mm…probably our dinners, and the drives we’d take on Merle’s bike at night”

I remember those nights so fondly, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding him close as my hair flew behind me, the smell of him surrounding me, the cigarette and woodsy smell I adored so much

“I miss it too”

“What was yer answer to the girls” and my cheeks instantly exploded with heat

“Ummm nothing” I squeaked out

Which he obviously could tell I was lying

“Really? You miss nothing at all” he smirked his conniving smirk he knows I loath

“Maybe a few things”

“What do I gotta do fer ya to tell me?”

“Hmmm the only way I tell you is if you don’t laugh”

“Fine, now tell me”

God this was so embarrassing

“I said I missed…..my vibrator” I squeaked out the last part feeling my heart in my throat

I heard him choke obviously shocked by my response

“I told you not to make fun of me”

“I ain’ just can’t believe ya really used those thangs” he said trying to compose himself

“I’m a woman Daryl I have needs”

“What ‘bout them guys you talked too?”

“They never got past the part of getting to know each other, too many pricks in our town”

“Ya I get that, best ya don’t waist her time, ya deserve better”

I cleared my throat down with this embarrassing conversation

“Umm I’m done, your turn”

~~~~~~~~

(I’m gonna change from using *i* to *you* instead it’s just easier to write that way!)

After we were both washed up we headed back to came, ate our food and went to the tent

“I’ll take Merle’s bag tonight” Daryl said

“Oh okay” we changed and laid down

An hour went by and you couldn’t sleep, it was freezing without Daryl, you rolled over and whispered

“Daryl? Are you still awake?”

“Mmm” he grunted from an answer

“Can you come back to our sleeping bag, it’s too cold without you” you whined desperate for some warmth

You couldn’t see it but his eyes were wide open from shock, he didn’t say anything but he came back over and climbed in behind you

“Thanks”

“ ‘course” he whispered before his snores started to lull you to sleep

~~~~~~~

The next day went on and they were gone looking for Merle for a long time, and it was worrying you, the sun was now setting and your belly felt like a knot of stress

As everyone was sitting around the fire Amy got up to use the washroom, a few minutes later she was screaming, you turned around and walkers were surrounding the camp coming from everywhere

You took your knife and jammed it into the walkers that came near you, until a big one stumbled over and fell ontop of you, you struggled until an arrow shot it dead, well…. forever dead now

It was pulled off of you and Daryl picked you up and held you against his chest, you wrapped you arms around him feeling lucky to have him back and safe

“Are ya okay?” He asked looking you over for bites

“I’m okay, are you okay D?”

“Fine, Merle got away, knew he’d be comin back to take revenge”

Everything died down, the camp lost a lot of people, when the sun rises we buried our dead and burned the walkers

“Where do we go now, it’s not safe here anymore” Lori asked the group but mostly Rick and Shane

“We head to the CDC that’s the only place I can think will still be running”

So after everyone packed up we got in our cars and were off, thankfully it was just Daryl and you in his truck, giving you both some much needed peace

“Do you think we’ll be safe at the CDC?” you asked looking over at him

“We best be, we ain’ got much more places to go”

You could see the worry in his body tension, and the way he talked, sure he was a grump with everyone else but not you, never you

“We’ll find something Daryl, as long as we have each other” he looked at you and looked back at the road nodding

We’d be okay…….right?

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Part.3<-

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HURT// COLBY BROCK

As I walk into the party with Tara to my left, a wave of anxiety hits as soon as I realize I am actually here. In the same house as him. But not with him. I haven’t stepped foot in this house for over a month, because the last time I was here hurt me more than anything.

“You okay?” Tara asks sensing my mood change “Just nervous,” I say while playing with the ring on my finger

“I’ll be here the whole night, if we get split up just text me and we’ll meet back up,” She says softly and I smile “Thank you,”

“Now let’s go get drinks and have a good time,” Tara says before grabbing my hand and dragging me toward the kitchen. As we make our way into the kitchen our whole friend group comes into view.

I haven’t seen most of them in quite a while, after what happened I just needed time for myself and I’ve only seen Tara, Kat, Sam, Jake, and Devyn. Tara, Kat, Devyn, and I hung out last week and I explained to them why I haven’t been around and they understood.

“Kenna!,” Kat says while running to give me a hug “Wow I feel loved,” Tara jokes

“Shut up, I saw you this morning,” Kat laughs before hugging Tara “Wow, Kenna finally decided to grace up with her presence,” Sam laughs

“I just knew your guys’ lives were boring without me so I decided to come,” I laugh before giving Sam a quick hug “Actually my life has been pretty good,” Kevin jokes and I roll my eyes before he pulls me in for a hug

“We’re doing shots,” Kat says and I nod before walking over to the table where the drinks are. Kat pours four shots, one for me, Tara, Devyn, and herself. “We’re getting you fucked up tonight and you’re going to hook up with some hot random guy,” Tara says

“Hell yeah!” Kat says “To Kenna getting laid,” Devyn says while holding her shot up and we all cheers before downing them

We all made our way into the living room where the music was and where everyone was dancing, at first it started with all of us girls dancing together but the girls’ boyfriends had made their way over to them so I let them be and went into the kitchen to get another drink

“Why aren’t you dancing anymore?” I heard a voice say from behind me and my heart dropped “Because,” I said trying my best to ignore him

“Do you want to dance?” He says and I scoff “With you? No.” I say not looking at him

“Why?” He says “Because I said so,” I said before walking away

“Hey,” Crawford says while walking over toward me “Hey Crawf,” I smile

“How’ve you been?” He asks while leaning on the wall next to us “I’ve been good, How have you been?” I say softly

“I’ve been alright. Why you over here alone?” He asks “Eh, just not in the mood for this party,” I say

“You wanna go outside?” He asks and I nod, He grabs my hand and leads me through the crowds of people. We make it outside and we go sit by the pool

We don’t speak we just sit in silence and look up at the sky “What are you guys doing?” I hear someone say and I mentally curse

“We just chillin’,” Crawford says to Colby “What are you doing out here?” I ask him

“I saw you guys walk out here and needed to make sure no one was hooking up outside,” He says and I roll my eyes “Nah, we ain’t doing that,” Crawf laughs

“Good,” Colby says while making eye contact with me “Hey, Crawf, it’s a little cold out here so I’m gonna go back in,” I say with a smile

“Alright, stay safe,” He says while lifting his cup and tilting it toward me “You too, no drunk swimming,” I point at him

“Don’t worry, I’m all good,” He laughs. I get off the chair and run my hands over my dress to make sure it’s straight “You want a hoodie?” Colby asks

“No,” I say rudely while walking away “Kenna what is your problem,” Colby asks while catching up to me

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say while shutting the door in his face “There you are,” Kat says

“Hey,” I smile “We’re doing more shots, come on,” Kat says while grabbing my hand and pulling me into the kitchen

We do about four or five shots before we all make our way back to the dance floor, this time the girls’ boyfriends don’t interfere so it was just us dancing. I look to my left to see Colby talking to some girl leaning on the wall, I roll my eyes and look away.

“Hey, Kenna,” Justin says “Hey,” I smile as he dances closer to me

“You look really good,” He says and I smile “So do you,” I say and he snakes his hands around my waist

“You know, I’ve been thinking about you for a while,” He whispers in my ear “Have you?” I tease

“I always just thought you had a thing going on with Colby so I stayed away but now that I just saw him with that girl, I know that you’re available,” He says

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m available,” I smile “Good,” He says while moving a hand up to my neck and pulling me in for a kiss

I move my hands to the back of his neck and run my hands through his hair as he pulls me closer by the hand on my waist. He moves his mouth to my neck and starts leaving trails of kisses

“Okay, that’s enough, she’s drunk,” Colby says while pulling Justin away from me “So am I,” Justin says and I try to push Colby away from me

“Colby leave me alone,” I say while trying to get my arm out of his grip “Yeah, dude, leave her alone, we were having fun,” Justin says while grabbing onto my other arm with a tight grip

“She’s drunk, I’m not gonna let her get taken advantage of,” Colby says and I scoff “She wants this,” Justin says while tightening his grip on my arm and it starts to sting

“Justin, let go,” I say trying to pull my arm away but his grip gets tighter “Why aren’t you telling Colby to let you go?” He says

“Because he isn’t hurting me,” I say while trying to pull my arm away “Let her go,” Colby says to Justin

“How about you let her go and we get back to what we were doing,” Justin says “How about no,” Colby says

“Whatever man,” Justin says while letting my arm go and I let out a sigh of relief “Are you okay?” Colby asks while grabbing my arm and looking at it

“I’m fine, don’t pretend like you care,” I roll my eyes before trying to walk away from him but he steps in front of me

“You’re drunk,” He says “So is like every person here, plus I’ve barely had any drinks,” I say

“Well you’re never the type to get drunk and hook up with random people,” he says “I did it with you,” I say, and his face drops

“That was different and you know that,” He says and I laugh “Sure it was, now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find Justin again,” I say trying to walk around him but I feel arms go around my waist and suddenly I’m thrown over Colby’s shoulder

“Colby put me down,” I say as he walks toward the stairs “No,” He says as I wiggle in his grip

We make it up the stairs and to his room and he sets me down in the middle of his floor “Colby what the hell,” I yell

“Why are you so fucking pissed with me,” He says raising his voice “Are you dumb,” I say pissed off

“Colby, we hooked up, so many times, you treated me like your girlfriend, and told me I wasn’t allowed to hang out with other guys. You told me so many things that made me fall in love with you. Then when I told you, you had the nerve to get mad at me for having fucking feelings!” I yell

“I told you that I didn’t want anything serious!” He says “I know, and that’s my fault for thinking that you’d get over yourself and realize that you do deserve love but clearly I was fucking wrong,” I laugh

“You hurt me, Colby. I poured my heart out to you and you had the nerve to say I was never anything to you and you just used me to pass the time,” I say “So don’t get mad at me for not wanting to talk to a guy who made me feel like shit about myself,”

“Kenna,” He says softly “No don’t even fucking say anything,” I say while walking past him but he grabs my hand and turns me around, and pulls me in to kiss him

I push him away “Fuck you,” I say before walking out of his room and back down to the party. “You okay?” Tara asks me

“I’m perfect, you wanna do more shots?” I ask and she nods

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First story on here! LMK if you want a part two!!

[badgyalshii]

SHII’Z AMBIGUOUS MASTER LIST

About me?

Hey, my name is Shii (shy) and i like sad fanfics dont ask😂

I am a POC and bigger than y/n😒 old enough to smoke when i wanna, ndddd yeah

I am not a new writer! I have written in the past and had an old blog (miss them to death) but i considered myself rebranded since i am not in that fandom anymore + i believeeee i have a new in depth writing style since ive found myself and actually started taking in my passion for writing.

F!POCS+PLUS-SIZE SAFE

All women (and possible men) different shades, sizes, personalities is welcome to my blog and id love to share my stories for everyone to enjoy if you’re willing to read it😘!

WHO DOES SHII WRITE FOR?

I write for Timothee Chalamet and his characters, but for right now, i will only be writing for Timmy, Paul, and Lee

Overtime i will adapt to new characters/actors.

WHAT DOES SHE WRITE?

I write everything! Smut, fluff, angst, all of that.

WHEN WILL SHE POST?

every sunday/monday at 12 am/pm for series, if no series and just imagines then really whenever i feel like it!

HAVE A REQUEST/QUESTION, COME TALK!

My asks are always open for everyone, requests are always open, although it might take me time to get to it so i just ask you be patient due to my busy schedule/or if i just have personal issues/or if i just dont want to write at the moment, but I will get to you.

I have no filter, if you need help/advice, ill give it to you straight. Ive learned from other’s mistakes that you shouldnt water down anything.

If how i respond bothers you, dont ask! Simple as that. My blog, my rules.

IMPORTANT NOTE!!

Please don’t recommend how my series should go. Most likey its already half-written/done. not saying we cannot talk about it/have perdictions, i would love that!

ITS NEVER OVER| I . II . III . IV -> COMPLETE

⤳ A life of loving Paul Atredies. You want to love him and keep him in your life and by your side as long as possible, but when he offers the hand to princess Irulan, you just couldnt.

IMAGINES

I AM WHO I AM -> COMING SOON

Y/n, a shy eater with no parents but daddys money takes a trip and moves to San Francisco, on the way there, it wasn’t pleasant considering she just met this boy, and she makes it up by buying him dinner, but they stay connected even after the bad first encounter.

IMAGINES

[ganen-cheese]

Hi! To everyone asking about 19 Days and Omegaverse - I don’t think I will draw 19 Days again. I know it’s been a year already and I really don’t want to talk about it in public, but because I still receive comments and Asks from time to time, here is the answer 🥹.

Last year, I thought that maybe one day I will feel differently after some time, but a year has passed and I still feel the same way, so I think it is now safe to say that I do not think I am going to revisit it anymore.

I can’t continue drawing it because my core opinions of certain characters have changed completely in a way which shook the core of what I believed was true, and it has not changed since last year, so it is impossible for me to draw them this way. It would be a disservice and it would be very OOC in my head 😅!

I will still be around!! Drawing other things. If you want to drop by and chat or take a look feel free (^^ )/ I am not going anywhere but if you are waiting for me to draw TianShan, I am very sorry. I am only one person and have been gone for a year already so this might not be a surprise anymore but yeah. 🥹

Thank you so much for your support through the time I was in the fandom 🥹!!!!! I will still be here, floating if you wanna drop by. 🥹 I genuinely hope you guys keep enjoying what you love and keep supporting the authors you love!! ❤️

[stvrfir0]

Don't give up on me

Soulless Sam Winchester x fem reader

Y/n = your name

Sam looks at you with emotionless eye “What are you doing here? It’s not safe for you. Just go”He really doesn’t care but he doesn’t need anyone around him right now. He would be feeling really bad about himself because everyone had been turning their backs on him and not trusting him lately, but he didn’t feel anything anymore. He just didn't care if anything happened to his loved ones.

He grabs your wrist, tightly but not too tight that it hurts, and walks with you somewhere else, still holding onto your wrist. He then sits you down somewhere isolated, away from any danger. Y/n groans "seriously?" She crosses her arms

He lets go of you and looks at you with his emotionless face “Yes, seriously. Being around me isn’t safe. I don’t know what will happen with me. I’m a danger to anyone near me.” Y/n stares at him "Sammy I wanna help you.. please"

He looks away from you “You can’t help me. There’s nothing you can do to help me. You’d only be putting yourself in more danger by staying around me.” There is a hint of sadness in his voice. He doesn’t want people to get hurt because of him. He looks back at you with his cold empty eyes

Y/n stares at him "I love you Sammy please don't push me away" His eyes slightly soften for a moment before he looks away from you again. “No. You shouldn’t love me. You don’t know how dangerous I can be. I don’t want to be responsible for anything bad happening to you. I am pushing you away for your own good.” Y/n stays quiet "Sam.."

He looks back at you, his expression hardens “Don’t. I don’t want you around me. You should go.” He wants you to stay though. He wants you to not give up on him. But he feels like you should get away from him and not waste your time on someone like him. He would think that you deserve better.

Y/n crosses her arms "I'm not giving you up" He grits his teeth “Damn it, Y/N. I told you I can’t have you around. Don’t be so damn stubborn!” He takes a deep breath to calm down before he looks at you again “You have no idea what I am capable of. I can hurt you. I don’t want to be responsible for it.”

Y/n stares at him and kisses him He was surprised for a moment from the sudden kiss, but gave in to it, kissing you back. He had missed you and missed the closeness you guys had. He wraps his arms around you and deepens the kiss

Y/n wraps her arms around his neck. He pulls you closer to him, pressing you against him as he continues the kiss. He had been missing you a lot and craving for your touch and your proximity. He is holding onto you tightly as if he’s afraid that you might suddenly disappear if he lets go.

He finally breaks the kiss after a while in need of air. He looks at you with a mix of longing and sadness in his eyes "We shouldn’t… be doing this. I’m not good for you. You deserve better than me. You should get away from me before it’s too late.”

Y/n rubs his cheek and smiles softly. He looks at you for a moment before closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your touch on his cheek. He sighs softly and looks at you again, his expression still full of sadness “Why do you have to be so damn stubborn and not listen to me?”

Y/n smiles softly "wake up Sammy, your just dreaming.." He looks at you, confused and slightly irritated “What are you talking about?”He grabs your wrist again, but this time it’s not as gentle as before “Don’t try messing with me, Y/N. This isn’t a dream.” he growls

He sits up suddenly, his breathing labored “What the… What did just…” He puts a hand over his chest, his heart beating fast. He looks around, taking in his surroundings and realizing he was in his room at the bunker

Y/n was fast asleep next to him. Sam looked at you and his breathing started to slow down. He looks at you for a moment. You looked so beautiful. Even more so when you were fast asleep. He wanted to reach out and touch you, but restrains himself from doing so, not wanting to disturb your sleep.

He laid back down, being careful not to wake you up. He just silently stares at the ceiling, going over the dream - or nightmare - he just had. He thinks that it had felt so real and so vivid. It was almost like it actually happened and not just a dream.

He turns to look at you again and his eyes roam over your body for a moment, taking in your appearance. He thinks that you looked absolutely stunning, even more so in that nightdress that you were currently wearing. He thought that you were a literal angel that he was lucky to have.

He shakes his head, scolding himself for allowing his mind to go into those territories. He closes his eyes and tries to get some sleep, but he kept thinking about the dream and thinking about you. His mind was just filled with thoughts of you.

Sam laid there, struggling to sleep as his thoughts continued to wander. He glances at you, watching your peaceful form as you slept next to him, your soft breaths filling his ears He couldn’t stop thinking about you, about how much he loved you and how much he longed for you.

He wanted to reach out and pull you close to him, to hold you in his arms and never let go He knew that he was dangerously in love with you, but he couldn’t help himself. You were like a drug, and he was addicted to you.

He rolls over and looks at you again. He watches the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, and the way your hair is splayed out on the pillow around you. He wanted to run his fingers through your hair and feel its softness He couldn’t take his eyes off you, thinking that you looked so beautiful and peaceful. He longed to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin against his, but he didn’t want to risk waking you up.

Sam laid there, wide awake. His mind was stuck in a never ending loop of memories and thoughts of you. He couldn’t sleep, his heart filled with feelings and his mind filled with thoughts of you.

He was utterly and completely in love with you. Every part of him ached with how much he loved you, and he longed to be with you, to hold you close and never let go. But for now, all he could do was lay there and stare at you, admiring your beauty in the moonlight.

His heart swelled in his chest as he thought about you. He thought about the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you talk, and the way you drive him crazy. He thought about the way your touch sends shivers down his spine and the way your presence makes him feel like he's home

He couldn't imagine life without you, and the thought of it filled him with dread. He would do anything for you, anything to make you smile and be happy. And he would always be there for you, no matter what.

He silently watched you sleep, your soft breathing filling his ears. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin against his and to hold you in his arms. But he didn't want to disturb your sleep, so he just lay there, watching you and thinking about how lucky he was to have you

He longed to tell you how he felt, to confess his love and pour his heart out to you. But he didn't want to scare you away, not when he finally had you within his reach.

He didn't care about your appearance. He loved every part of you, no matter what. He loved your curves or your chubbiness, it didn't matter to him. All that mattered was that you were you, and that he was completely in love with you.

He thought that you were perfect just the way you were. He loved your body, no matter what shape or size it was. He thought that you were the most beautiful person in the world, and he would tell you that everyday if he could.

He thought about the way your body felt against his - how soft and warm and perfect it was. He thought about the way you looked when you were in the throes of passion, and the way his heart would skip a beat every time you touched him.

He couldn't take his eyes off you, admiring every inch of you. He wanted to worship you and shower you with love and affection. He thought that you were the most precious thing to him, and that he was the luckiest man alive to have you in his life.

[mazzystar24]

idk who else to go to with this but i have so many people sending me hate because i don’t like bucktommy when i literally never even post about them????? they keep calling me toxic and a hater and i’m not i just have shipped buddie for years and i don’t vibe with tommy…. it makes me sad because this fandom used to bond over buddie so much but now i just see angry tommy fans (and admittedly some buddie fans but nowhere near as many) spreading so much hatred and rudeness while turning around and calling buddie fans toxic when we just want to ship our 6 year long standing ship… and like i said i genuinely never post about bucktommy, and if i do say something about them that can be perceived as negative then i always tag it “anti-bucktommy” and i NEVER tag it bucktommy so that they don’t have to even see it! It hurts to open up the app not knowing if i’m going to have another person calling me homophobic or a fetishizer (i’m literally queer) or calling me a toxic bitch when i literally don’t do anything but post happy buddie content 9/10 posts! and like i said i know i’ve seen some buddie accounts go to extremes and i’m not defending that, but i’ve seen people who will call out even the slightest apprehension to bucktommy as if they stepped on someone’s grave, while simultaneously bullying and harassing buddie shippers for minding their own business… like i can’t even go into the buddie tag and it’s people attacking us left and right while the bucktommy tag is nothing but everyone gushing over them… i hate that we can’t enjoy a 6 year old ship anymore because half the fandom decided to jump to this other one that has barely gotten any screentime between two characters that don’t really have chemistry with each other and they want to berate us for it and call us names. I’m not a fetishizer and I’m not toxic, I’m just a late 20s queer girl who wants to talk about buddie without a barrage of hate and insults thrown at me but I can’t do that anymore… 9-1-1/buddie used to be my safe place but now i can’t even come on tumblr because i’m worried a stan will be lurking in my asks/replies waiting to tell me how awful i am.

i’m sorry to dump all of that on you but i just opened a really nasty ask and it hurt a lot to read what they said about me and you were the first person on my dash

Hey anon!

Okay so I can already guess I’ll be late posting this cos i think I’ll be replying to this in increments throughout my day today, and also I can tell this is really bothering you so I don’t wanna just give like a short rushed answer - oh wow I actually wrote this in one sitting cos I can’t shut up once I start

Yes the fandom has been a downright mess lately and it’s like I always say, people if you wanna engage in discourse that’s your prerogative and no one is faulting you for that but it’s the utter lack of fandom etiquette these toxic fans have that’s the real issue and I also feel like as you said a huge issue is this kind of imaginary high horse they seem to have

Like I totally agree that there is like this section of toxic bucktommy fans who try to warp not liking bucktommy into being biphobic- which look if people are actually being biphobic by all means call them out but when you’re going to actual queer people who posted 166283894 posts celebrating bi buck, only to attack them for not liking the ship?? Then that’s just plain stupid I’m sorry, like being happy to have the queer rep and not liking bucktommy isn’t mutually exclusive and it’s ridiculous people are trying to make it out to be

Like I’ve personally been sent an ask like that where they implied that I was biphobic for not being a big fan of bucktommy and that “I don’t know how exhausting it is for bi people” - which I gotta say made me go what about my blog would ever make someone think ah yes straight 🤩

And thing is at the time they sent that my most note filled post was my celebration reaction meme extravaganza to getting bi buck which I feel added some fun irony to the whole thing

And calling people shipping two MEN (buddie) homophobic takes a special kind of cognitive dissonance that I gotta say I’d almost be impressed with the leaps in logic if it wasn’t so annoying

Now I personally don’t know what state the bucktommy tag is in cos I mostly stick to the 911 abc and the buddie tag but I know how the buddie tag has been and I agree the misuse of tags to make a negative space is absolutely ridiculous and again that all goes back to the etiquette part

And the fetishising thing is also just another thing that absolutely grates my nerves, because these toxic fans really need a dictionary thrown at their heads because buddie is like the polar opposite of that.

First of all a large section of buddie shippers im aware have asexual Eddie headcanons and that aside let’s say we want gay Eddie and buddie and all those things, let’s even say we want them to fuck nasty *gasp🫢* and sloppy and write 156273 smut fics where they plain fuck like rabbits (*nun faints in the background* also probably some pearl clutching occurred upon reading this),

THAT’S NOT THE POINT HERE- the point is the main appeal of buddie as a ship isn’t that ooo look two hot guys kissing; it’s the history it’s the friendship, it’s the vulnerability, it’s the will scene, the shooting, the trust, the parallels, the understanding of each other, it’s the domesticity and it’s all these moments that have nothing to do with sex or objectifying their dynamic or mlm relationships but rather shipping them because they are two people with this amazing connection and these experiences

and THAT? That’s the furthest thing from fetishisation

Now I could be controversial and talk about how SOME and some is the operative word of this sentence- SOME toxic bucktommy fans have been blatant in not really caring about the story or the characters or buck and Tommy as individuals or the team dynamic or anything other than seeing these two men kiss, these being a lot of the same fans who refuse to watch the show other than the bucktommy and Tommy scenes and then will act like they somehow understand the show more than fans who’ve been here years or seen the whole show BUT I digress because I know that saying this is me basically asking for spam hate (so shhhh let’s pretend I didn’t say that 🤫)

who said that? 👀not me👀damn that’s crazy a ghost just ran across my keyboard 🙄

Anyways back to you specifically, because I really do think it bares mentioning, if you’ve been respectful to others then that’s all you can do and thank you on the behalf of everyone cos it really makes a difference, and I wanna say sorry on the behalf of every asshole who’s deciding to attack you for ridiculous reasons, the best advice I can give you is to genuinely not let it get to you I know it’s easier said than done but you know who you are and you know your intentions and some dumbass sitting behind a screen who can’t even properly comprehend what biphobia or fetishisation actually is (or worse DOES know what it is but is just using it as a way to put others down over a tv show to have an imaginary high ground) isn’t worth your time or your distress and they cannot change who you are

This part might be over explaining the obvious but in case you don’t know/ are new to tumblr or whatever: If you wanna continue to have fandom spaces as a safe place filtering should get rid of a lot of the posts and so should blocking but ofc you’ll see a few so just skip past and enjoy the content you like, if you wanna make posts and are scared of asks from toxic shippers maybe you can turn off your asks temporarily until you feel like you’re in a better place mentally to deal with it

Oooo or an idea that might work is you can ask your followers and mutuals (who are the ones most likely to be sending the nice asks) to use an emoji at the start of their asks to indicate to you that this is an ask you’ll like then you can delete any ask without that emoji without even having to look at the hate if it’s causing you that anxiety - if that makes sense?

I hope my reply somehow made you feel better and I really hope that you can have your fandom space and enjoyment back 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Cupid's Chokehold | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi! I don't write smut anymore- this is smut adjacent. And because it's me it's got some angst, but also fluff. It's kind of a catchall.

Warnings: domBucky, subReader, talk of sex, sex acts, choking, discussion of kinks, Bucky's trauma

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Back before you got together, you’d imagined Bucky’s style in bed as gentle, almost too polite. He was from a different era. Things in his day certainly weren’t as wild as the current age. And after his time as the winter soldier, you knew his soft touch was an overcompensation. A penance for the violence he’d performed.

You feared you’d scare him with your kinks and deepest desires. But his quiet nature held a depravity you hadn’t expected. 

When he asked you to find his notebook and read aloud a phone number he’d jotted down, you never expected what you found.

“Baby, did you find it?” he called, but you didn’t hear him. You didn’t notice his footsteps growing ever closer, either. Only when he touched your shoulder did you realize you weren’t alone. 

“I didn’t mean to- it just opened to this page and I…” you stammered. “Buck, is this a sex bucket list?”

Bucky’s cheeks reddened, and he kicked himself for asking you to flip through his notebook. “I didn’t- it wasn’t supposed to be a bucket list…” he said. “I heard about a bunch of things, and I didn’t know what they were. I just wrote them down so I could look them up, but…”

You eyed his list and read a small selection. “Bondage. Edging. Impact play. Marking. Hmmm…” Everything on his list enticed you. “So, you liked some of ‘em, huh?” you nudged your shoulder against his.  “Seems like you’re the dominant type.”

Your sex life with Bucky was slow and steady. He still didn’t trust his own strength, still feared he’d hurt you. And giving his body over to you, no matter how much trust you built, presented its own set of challenges. He was still working through some things, and you never pushed. But something about the way he looked at you as his notebook sat open in your hand made your cheeks hot.

“Yeah, I liked a lot of ‘em, actually,” he said, his hands fidgeting. “I just don’t know why I like those things.” Something unpleasant darkened his gaze. Out of pure instinct, he took a small step away. “I know what it’s like to not be in control, you know? I’ve been restrained and marked and hit…” His voice fell a bit quieter, “I know how it feels. And I don’t want to do any of that to you.”

The heat building in your chest fizzled at the mention on Bucky’s abuse. He had no realistic gauge for measuring what was and wasn’t okay. So much happened to him during his time at Hydra- he had zero ownership of his own body. They stripped him of his autonomy. It made sense that he feared these particular desires. 

“Nothing you experienced was consensual,” you said. “That was abuse. The way this stuff works,” you gestured to his notebook, “this stuff is all agreed upon. It’s discussed and negotiated. There’s safe words. No one does anything that the other hasn’t said yes to. You know each other’s limits- it’s about safety. And trust.”

He nodded.

“And as far as preferences go, everyone likes what they like. Maybe you steer more toward dominance because Hydra took your sense of control. Or maybe it’s something else completely.” You dotted a kiss to his lips, “I don’t know why I’m submissive in bed. I just am. And I don’t see you any differently for the things you wanna try. I encourage exploration.” You shot him a wink shut his notebook, handing it back to him.

Something in his smile reignited your lust. “I know we’ve been taking things kinda slow because of my, um, unique situation…”

“I’m not in any rush, Buck.”

He rested a hand against your cheek and dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. “I know, baby. I was just thinking…” He nearly stopped himself. What if he made you uncomfortable? He wasn’t sure exactly what you liked just yet. Up until this point, everything in your sex life was cautious and calculated. No spare energy or focus went to kinks or fantasies. He kept a careful watch on the way he touched you. He knew what you didn’t want, and you knew the same about him. But everything else remained a mystery.

“If you want to help me check a few things off my list, we could start tonight-”

Your ‘yes’ was immediate.

But before you could make it to bed, Bucky pulled you into the living room and made you sit in his lap. He had you give him every detail of what you liked. What you wanted. He listened and asked questions and shot you a wicked smirk every time something you said stoked his fire. Focusing on your words when his ever-hardening cock nudged against you time and time again was nearly impossible. 

In return, he told you what he liked, what piqued his interest- what he wanted to do with you. His breathe hitched as you listened with your hands trailing down his abdomen. You’d been right- he was dominant. And everything he wanted seemed to line up perfectly with the things you thirsted for. It sent rush of heat to your cheeks. Who knew he had such a kinky side? 

Together, you agreed on hard limits and safe words. And, while Bucky did want to spank you, he showed no interest in doing so with anything other than his right hand. “I don’t wanna use this one…” he said, clenching his metal fingers into a fist, “it would hurt too much.” And you assured him that he didn’t have to- he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to do.

When he finally carried you to bed, your mouth nearly watered. Everything was a haze of lips and hands and sweat- it almost had you dizzy. And even though Bucky knew your limits, he still had to ask every so often. He checked in when you went quiet- or got particularly loud- but always a received an affirmative in response. 

“No nodding,” he said when you were too breathless to speak, “can you use your words for me, doll?”

After a few greedy inhales, you gave your answer. “Yes. I-I’m good.” You wanted him to consume you, to never stop touching you. 

His left hand pinned your wrists above your head while his teeth left mark after mark across your chest. He teased you, had you almost begging. And when you didn’t beg, he flipped you over. If you weren’t going to play his game, he’d turn your ass red until you did. You shot him wicked smiles and bratty shrugs, never following his instructions. 

But when you finally played along like a good girl, he granted you what you wanted: his cock. 

He drove into you time and time again, your legs hoisted up around his waist. His fingers dug into your hips and held you firmly in place. Nothing could make him break his rhythm- until you spoke up.

“Buck-” you breathed, reaching for his hand, “choke me.”

His hips stuttered to a halt.

You let out a needy whine and moved against him, “Wait, no…” Yet again, you tried to roll your hips against his, “don’t stop. I just want you to choke me”. You gave his hand a tug, “please?”

He leaned in close a dragged his lips across yours before responding with a firm, “no”.

You pouted. Maybe he was teasing you- yet again. Your bratty attitude returned with a vengeance, “Why not?”

“Because your headspace is compromised.” Bucky was serious. “You might want that now- but regret it after. And I don’t want that to happen.” He dropped another kiss to your lips.

“But, Buck-”

“No,” he said again. “We’re not gonna renegotiate now. We’ll talk about it later, baby.”

Another rebuttal found its way to the surface, but just as you opened your mouth, Bucky stopped you. “Be a good girl ,” he gave his hips a slow roll, “and don’t argue.”  And that was the end of it.

Bucky held your pliant body in his arms. He gave you some water to drink and inspected every bite mark and hickey that adorned your skin. He quite liked how they looked, and knowing you liked them too had him grinning. He checked in on you, doted on you, made sure you felt safe and loved and cared for. And when you finally came back to life, you were ready to talk.

“I’m really sorry about earlier, Buck…” you rested your head against his sternum in shame. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just got carried away in the moment and I-”

“See, that’s why I wouldn’t do it.”

You brought your face up to meet his, “what do you mean?”

“You said you got ‘carried away’, and that’s why you wanted me to choke you,” he said. “You weren’t thinking clearly. We didn’t agree on choking beforehand. And I didn’t want you regretting it after.”

You nodded.

“You said it’s about safety and trust. And if I did anything to break that trust or make you feel unsafe, I’d never forgive myself.” He ran a hand through your hair and brought his palm to rest against your cheek, “Plus, if I’m being honest, I don’t necessarily want to choke you.” A strange cold eliminated the warmth from his eyes. “I did that a lot when I was, um…” he clenched his metal fist, “anyway, it’s just not something I’m comfortable doing yet.”

“Oh, then forget it,” you said. “You don’t ever have to be comfortable with it- we can forego that completely.”

“But you want me to-”

“Not if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“What about-”

You silenced him with a long, soft kiss. “There’s no ‘but’ or ‘what about’. If you don’t want to choke me, don’t do it. This is about both of us feeling safe. And I don’t want to do anything that’s gonna dredge up shit from your past. Choking is off the table.” You gave him another quick peck to punctuate your thought.

The tension in Bucky’s shoulders fell away with your words of reassurance. He couldn’t shake the image of his vibranium hand wound too tight around your throat, blocking your air way, and crushing your windpipe. It made him shudder. But he cared about making you happy, about pleasing you. More than his own comfort. 

“I can work up to that- I just don’t want to right now,” he promised. His accompanying smile was a bit too wide, a bit too fake. “But I’ll get there, I promise. Just give me a little time and I’ll-”

You brought your hands to either side of his face, silencing him. “You don’t have to get there- I meant what I said. It sounds to me like that’s a hard limit for you. Is that correct?”

He shrugged. It was a non-answer; he didn’t want to commit either way.

“Okay- how about this? I told you earlier that don’t ever want to hit you in the face cause it makes me uncomfortable. Remember?”

He nodded. 

“Would you want me to ignore that limit if you asked me to slap you across the face?”

Without hesitation, he said no. 

“Then why are you willing to ignore a hard limit of yours?”

But you knew the answer. He didn’t have control over his own mind or body back at Hydra. He did what he was told, no matter what. And if he didn’t, he’d get punished. They’d strip him down to the bone with beatings and reset his mind until they could guarantee he wouldn’t resist. They’d break him all over again before putting him back together for the millionth time. 

And, though he knew he’d never face wrath like that with you, it was his nature to do as he was told. He may have been dominant during the act, but after was a different story. He aimed to please, to obey, to follow orders.

“This is our bedroom in our house and what we say, goes. Alright? So if you wanna add choking to your list of hard limits, we will. And you don’t ever have to try and get comfortable with it. You don’t ever have to do it.” This time, you pulled him into your body. You rested his head against your chest and ran your fingers through his hair. “Do we have a deal?”

Bucky nodded against your chest.

“Can you use words for me, babe?”

He smiled against your skin- it’s like you stole hie earlier words right out of his mouth. “Yes. Deal.”

“Good,” you leaned down and left a kiss on his head. “Cause we only scratched the surface of your notebook- there’s a lot more things we can try.”

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[buckybarnesisdaddy]

The Reunion

Summary- You are reunited with some old friends and introduced to some new ones.

Pairings- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Raining- Mature due to some violence

Warnings- fighting, guns, explosions.

A/N- Starting off pretty tame! This is a small chapter to get everyone’s feet wet with this style of writing. It is written like a script but is pretty self explanatory. Let me know what you think and if you want to be in the tag list!

Masterlist

*You just finished all your work for the day and you were closing up your classroom. All day you've had this feeling that someone was watching you and all you want to do is get home safely. As you exit the school you hear a familiar voice from behind you.*

Bucky- out of all the places I thought you'd end up, this always surprised me the least. *He smirks at you from where he leans against the wall.*

Y/N- You shouldn't be here *You call over your shoulder, continuing to walk to your car.*

Bucky- We need to talk. *He says, following behind you. You let out a sad laugh and turn to face him, stopping him in his tracks.*

Y/N- We have nothing to talk about Buck. *you turn on your heels and walk away*

Bucky- They're back! *He exclaims. You stop dead in your tracks before You turn to face Bucky. Looking at him almost daring him to say the name.*

Bucky- Hydra is back and they are looking for you. You were their most valuable asset they aren't about to just let you go. I came to warn you that if you want to stay out of this, then you need to run.

Y/N- I'm not running. I finally have a life Bucky and I’ve made a family with these people- I can't run, not anymore. *You explain. Bucky walks closer, his gaze pulling you in. His eyes are still as beautiful as ever.*

Bucky- Then get ready to fight because they're coming. *He assures you. You let out another sad laugh and let your bags drop to the ground. Exhausted that this fight will never end.*

Y/N- Why would they want me? Honestly, I don't think I know how to fight anymore. *Thats not entirely true, but if you say it enough maybe you can convince yourself.*

Bucky- They know who you are y/n-

Y/N- Was.. *You cut him off* who I was. She is no longer apart of me and I- *You look off into the woods and then back at him* I don’t want to pretend to be her anymore.

Bucky- she will always be apart of you Y/N- *He starts to explain but you cut him off again*

Y/N- Yeah just like the Winter Soldier will always be apart of you. *You stare at him, knowing that was a low blow but wanting to get your point across. He nods and looks at his feet, kicking around some gravel. He meets your gaze once more.*

Bucky- yeah and that's something I have to deal with everyday. But knowing they gave me the very abilities we need to stop them? You bet your perfect ass I'm gonna make sure He is still apart of me. *Bucky explains. You shake your head and look off again.*

Y/N- Well, I've dealt with my past, did the steps, celebrate recovery and what not, and I want nothing to do with this. I'm finally free and I am done fighting someone else's war. *You start to gather up your bags from the ground when he stops you. Taking your hands in his and begging you to listen.*

Bucky- This is your war Y/N. If you wanna run and you won't fight then get ready to say goodbye to the life you've made here because you know better than anyone what Hydra will do to get what they want. *You can feel the tears brimming in your eyes, your heart breaks as you softly reply.*

Y/N- yeah... I do. *You look at Bucky and your eyes meet. You can see he is worried but not for himself, for you. All of the troubles you were facing seemed to disappear when you looked into his eyes. Bucky seems to feel the same way, forgetting why he was here in the first place, leaning in close and whispering.*

Bucky- Do you ever regret that day? *You feel the tears start to well up.*

Y/N- Bucky.. *you put your hand on his cheek* I will regret that day till my dying breath. Bucky starts to lean in closer when the sound of gunfire breaks the silence. The next thing you know you are flying backwards through the air.

*You get up and look around, fire and smoke surround you and the school is reduced to rubble. Your ears are ringing and you can't hear a thing over it. Slightly disoriented, You start to look around for Bucky but you can't find him through the wreckage. Your ribs hurt and you’re pretty sure you broke one or two. You can finally hear someone shouting your name.

-Y/N *You try to find where the voice is coming from when suddenly someone grabs your arm. You turn ready to punch and see it is Bucky.

Y/N- Don't scare me like that! There are people trying to kill us and you think it's a good idea to sneak up on me *you say as you are hitting his good arm*

Bucky- shhhh get down *Bucky doesn’t even respond to your swats, this reaction was old hat for him. You both crouch behind what was once your car and try to get a good look at what's going on.*

Y/N- What just happened *You whisper, still trying to figure out what just happened.*

Bucky- That big SUV came around the corner and tried to light us up. *Bucky informs you, you roll your eyes and motion around you.*

Y- Well I think they somewhat succeeded at that. *Bucky laughs*

Bucky- Yeah *He looks you over* you good? *You nod and take a breath*

Y- I'll be fine but we are sitting ducks here. We need to find a way out. *You look around trying to see if you are surrounded or not. Bucky peaks over the hood and sees the Hydra symbol on the SUV that fired at you both. While he is looking 4 Hydra agents jump out of the SUV and start to make their way toward you and Bucky. Bucky crouches back down next to you and sarcastically says.*

Bucky- y/n you will never believe who it is. *You roll your eyes and smile, you really have missed his banter and the sound of his voice if you were honest. You bust out what was left of the back window of your car and grab the weapons you store there.*

Y/N- So Buck.. *You hand him his choice of gun.* We gonna do this like old times. *you say as you are getting your weapon ready. Bucky looks at you and smiles.*

Bucky- I thought you'd never ask. *You give him a playful jab in his side and he leans in and kisses your forehead, just like old times. He pulls back and nods.*

Y/N- let's go *You both tuck and roll around opposite ends of the car and Get to work.

*You end up in Hand to Hand combat with a Hydra agent and you do what Black Widows do best. When you've taken care of the last Hydra agent you hear Bucky yell at you*

Bucky- "Don't know how to fight anymore" my ass!! *You roll your eyes and laugh. Out of nowhere a jet lands on the other side of the parking lot. You get ready for another fight when Bucky runs over* it's okay, they're with me. Once the jet lands the doors open and out steps Steve, Sam, Thor, Wanda, and Peter. Steve steps off the jet and runs over to you and Bucky.*

Steve- Hey are you both okay? *He looks you both up and down.*

Bucky- Yeah we're good. *Bucky smiles and looks at you*

Steve- We need to get out of here. I'm sure more Hydra agents are on the way. *You agree and give one last look around, the destroyed school, you wrecked car, this life you had created destroyed in minutes. Bucky calls your name and you turn to look at him, your heart flutters and you smile as you follow after him. You make you way to the jet as Steve and Bucky are walking ahead of you. Bucky offers you his hand to help you climb up and a memory that you wished you could forget flashes in your mind. Standing there still and ghost white, You realize Bucky is starting to get concerned.*

Y/N- oh sorry * you take his hand* thanks. *When the door closes you can feel the jet take off and your stomach starts doing flips. Bucky and Steve notice. Steve moves closer and whispers.*

Steve- Hey are you alright? *He eyes you again, everyone watches your interactions so you just smile.*

Y/N- Yeah, I just haven't been on a plane in awhile. Didn't have the greatest experience with the last one I was on. *Realization washes over Bucky and knows exactly what you are talking about. Then it dawns on him as to why you hesitated to get on the jet with him. Steve clears his throat and everyone else starts to look away, knowing that neither one of you will explain what happened so Bucky quickly moves on.*

Bucky- uhmm, Hey everyone this is Y/N. We umm- we used to work together. *He says and looks at you. You have to hide your smile at his adorable awkwardness.*

Peter- so she was a brainwashed assassin too? *Everyone stares at Peter and his lack of social awareness. Bucky scrunches his face and then just nods.*

Bucky- Technically, yes. *Bucky admits and then looks to you, wanting to make sure Peter’s words didn’t hurt you, they didn’t. A large man from the front of the jet starts to speak, his voice booming.*

Thor- Who cares! She seems fine now and she kicks ass. Welcome! *He offers his welcome and you smile.*

Wanda- Yeah you were amazing! *She thinks for a minute.* Actually the way you fought reminded me of-

Nat- long time no see. *Another familiar face. You breath a sigh of relief and hug Nat.*

Y/N- I've missed you Nat. *She hugs you tight. Peter looks around at everyone who seems to know what’s going on.*

Peter- You know Natasha too?!? Wait?! Are you a Black Widow?! *he says in a whisper like it was a secret. You decide to play along and lean in to whisper back.*

Y/N- Yes. *Peter leans back and looks amazed, like he was just told the biggest secret ever. He then realizes that everyone else seems to already know. He mutters to himself that he really needs to start paying attention in the mission briefs. You smile and laugh to yourself as everyone settles in for the trip back to the compound.*

*Bucky finds a seat next to you.*

Bucky- you were thinking about the plane ride from Siberia weren't you? *You look at Bucky with tears brimming in your eyes at his words.*

Y/N- Yes.. I'm so sorry Bucky. I know that's not you anymore- your good now... like really good- and I know it was kinda my fault and I know I asked... *the end of your sentence trails off, ashamed that there seems to be one thing that your therapy hadn’t fixed yet. Bucky takes your hand.*

Bucky- I know, y/n and I understand. I wish we hadn’t been put in that position. But I think it's safe to say it all worked out, eventually. I just hope we can find a way to work past it. *He laces his fingers with your and you smile up at him before gently laying your head on his shoulder. He decides to lighten the mood.* Also if you want to get real specific and start pointing fingers 1) You started it that day and 2) you asked me to do what I did so- *You gasp and playfully punch his arm. He laughs a big, real laugh. You see Steve glance back and smile. It’s been awhile since either of you heard him laugh like that. *Bucky kisses your forehead* I really am sorry for what happened that day and for the position you were put in. *You lean up and kiss his cheek, reassuring him. Your head finds rest on his shoulder again and think to yourself It’s just like it used to be, before.

*As you are drifting off to sleep you hear Peter talking to Thor.*

Peter- You think she'd go for me? *He asks. Wanda and Sam start to laugh under their breath. Thor looks at him and pats his shoulder.*

Thor- In your dreams, Spider Boy. *Peter looks around for anyone else who would be on his side. Nat smiles.*

Nat- She is super strong, ages really slowly, and basically can't be killed. *She starts to walk away when she turns around to clarify.* What I'm trying to say is, she'd eat you alive, kid. *Peter throws his arms in the air.*

Peter- oh come on! I could help her settle in and get comfortable with the place- *Sam interrupts him*

Sam-  She looks pretty comfortable already. *You can’t hold it in anymore and you let out a laugh. You snuggle into Bucky's arms and fall asleep to the sound of the others teasing Peter and Bucky's heartbeat. The memory from earlier plays over and over in your head. It's your real life nightmare that has returned to haunt your dreams.*

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[maternity-morningstar]

maybe they could try and have a heartfelt conversation with Al about each of their own fears and insecurities. Like for example angel could open up to Al about his experience giving birth to vanilla alone and how he hid her egg bc he was nervous of how people would react to the fact that angel laid an egg (this could be a way of angel relating to Al's experience giving birth alone).

And husk could try and talk to Al about his own experience with loneliness and thinking that he couldn't and lost the ability to love, but also how he was able to find it again thanks to Al, angel and Lucifers help and support.

A couple of hours later, the Halloween party downstairs is in full swing. The soft murmur of laughter and music echoes faintly through the walls, but Alastor stays in his room, resting in bed with Cinnamon by his side. Lucifer has left to check on the festivities, leaving Alastor to his thoughts.

The door creaks open gently, and Angel slips in, glancing over at Alastor with a look of concern. He’s wearing his Halloween costume but doesn’t have his usual energy. He approaches slowly, hesitant, but determined to talk.

Angel: *softly* Hey, deer boy... mind if I sit with ya for a bit?

Alastor: *looks up from Cinnamon, his eyes still tired and worn* If you must...

Angel: *quietly taking a seat next to the bed* Lucifer told me what happened. I—I just wanted to check on ya, y'know?

Alastor: *sighs, trying to find his usual composure but failing* I’m fine, Angel. Really.

Angel: *gently* Yeah, no offense, but you don’t look fine. You just went through hell... again.

Alastor glances down at Cinnamon, her tiny face peaceful and innocent. He doesn’t respond, still grappling with the fear that gripped him so tightly earlier. Angel takes a deep breath, his usual bravado fading away as he tries to connect.

Angel: Y'know... when I had Vanilla, it wasn’t... normal either.

Alastor glances at him, slightly surprised by the vulnerability in Angel’s voice.

Alastor: *quietly* What do you mean?

Angel: *looks away, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable* Well... I didn’t, like, give birth the way you did. I, uh... laid an egg.

Alastor blinks, taken aback, but stays quiet as Angel continues.

Angel: It was... weird. Real weird. Everyone else has babies, and here I am with an egg. At first, I thought something was wrong with me. I didn’t wanna tell anyone. I hid the damn thing out of instinct. I was scared.

Alastor: *softly* You? Scared?

Angel: *nods, his usual smile nowhere to be seen* Yeah. I didn’t know what the hell I was doin’. I was insecure. Thought maybe I wasn’t a real parent because I didn’t have a baby like everyone else. I mean, who lays eggs anymore, right? I tried to hide it, keep it safe, but I was terrified the whole time.

Alastor watches Angel closely, realizing just how deeply this had affected him. Angel’s usual carefree attitude had masked something far more personal and vulnerable.

Angel: *rubbing his arm, his voice quieter* I know it ain’t the same, but... I get what it’s like to be scared, y'know? To think you’re all alone in somethin’ you don’t know how to handle.

Alastor’s gaze softens as he listens. For once, Angel wasn’t being loud or brash—he was just being real.

Alastor: *after a pause* I... never would’ve imagined. I always thought you were so confident.

Angel: *smirks, but it’s a sad one* Yeah, I’m real good at fakin' it. Truth is, I was a mess. But Vanilla came out, and... well, I had to learn fast. Just like you. And now look at ya... you’ve got this beautiful little girl.

Angel looks at Cinnamon, who stirs slightly in her sleep, and smiles softly. Alastor glances down at her too, feeling a wave of emotion he hadn’t fully processed until now.

Alastor: *voice shaking slightly* I was scared, Angel. More than I’ve ever been.

Angel: *puts a gentle hand on Alastor’s arm* You don’t gotta go through this alone. We’re all here for ya, even when it feels like we’re not. And you’re a damn good parent, Al. Whether ya believe it or not.

Alastor looks at Angel, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. It wasn’t easy for him to admit his fear, but hearing Angel’s story—the vulnerability beneath his tough exterior—helps him feel a little less isolated. He lets out a shaky breath, grateful for the comfort Angel is offering.

Alastor: *softly* Thank you, Angel.

Angel: *with a soft smile* Anytime, Smiles.

——————

After Angel leaves, Alastor sits in the quiet of his room, holding Cinnamon close. His exhaustion weighs heavy, both from the birth and the emotional toll of the past few days. As he rocks Cinnamon gently, there’s a soft knock at the door. Without waiting for a response, Husk peeks in, his usual gruff demeanor softened by concern.

Husk: *quietly* Hey, Boss... mind if I come in?

Alastor: *glancing up, still drained but nodding* Go ahead, Husker.

Husk enters, shutting the door softly behind him. He looks a bit out of sorts, shuffling nervously with his hands in his pockets. He walks over and sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes immediately drawn to Cinnamon, who stirs slightly but remains peaceful in Alastor’s arms.

Husk: *softly* She’s... beautiful, Boss.

Alastor: *with a faint smile* She is, isn’t she?

Husk stares at Cinnamon for a few moments, then shifts his gaze to Alastor. He’s clearly thinking hard, trying to find the right words, and for Husk, that’s never been easy.

Husk: Look, uh... I know you’ve been through a lot. And I know I wasn’t... there like I should’ve been.

Alastor doesn’t respond, his eyes dropping to the blanket as he cradles his daughter. Husk shifts, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly before he continues.

Husk: I’ve been thinkin’... about a lot of stuff. About how we got here. You, me, Angel... even Lucifer. And how we... care about each other, in our own messed-up way.

Alastor glances at him, brow furrowing slightly as he listens. Husk takes a deep breath, his usual stoic walls cracking just a bit.

Husk: I used to think I couldn’t... love. Not really. That maybe I lost the ability somewhere along the way. Too many damn years in this place. Too much... bitterness. I thought if I kept everyone at arm’s length, it’d be easier. No attachments, no problems. But then...

He looks down, his voice growing quieter as he gathers his thoughts.

Husk: Then you came along, and Angel, and Lucifer... and suddenly, I wasn’t as alone as I thought I was. And I hated it at first. Didn’t wanna admit I was starting to care. That I could still feel something besides the usual crap.

Alastor listens, the words hitting closer to home than he expected. Husk’s usual gruffness was replaced by something raw, something real. He could hear the vulnerability in Husk’s voice, a reflection of the fears Alastor himself had been grappling with.

Husk: *voice thick* I didn’t think I could love again, Al. I didn’t think I had it in me. But... somehow, you helped me find it again. You, and Angel, and Lucifer. I don’t know how the hell you did it, but... here we are.

Alastor’s eyes soften, his usual sharpness dimmed by the weight of everything he’s gone through. Husk’s confession was unexpected, but it resonated deeply. He had felt alone for so long, but hearing Husk admit that he had gone through something similar made him feel a little less isolated.

Alastor: *softly* I never would have thought... you felt that way.

Husk: *with a small, wry smile* Yeah, well... I’m not exactly great at showin’ it. But I do. I care, Boss. And I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me most. I really am.

There’s a moment of silence between them, both of them absorbing the weight of Husk’s words. For the first time in a long while, Alastor feels seen—truly seen by someone who had walked a similar path.

Alastor: *voice wavering* I was scared, Husker... for the first time in my afterlife. I thought I’d be... alone forever. And that if I wasn’t there for her... *he glances down at Cinnamon* ...who would be?

Husk’s eyes soften even more as he watches Alastor cradle his daughter. He reaches out, placing a hand gently on Alastor’s shoulder, squeezing it with an unexpected tenderness.

Husk: *firmly* You’re not alone, Boss. Not now, not ever. We’re family, messed up as it is. And we’ll always be there, even when it feels like we’re not.

Alastor glances up at Husk, the walls around his heart crumbling just a bit more. The fear, the loneliness, the doubt—it had all weighed so heavily on him. But now, in this moment, with Husk’s quiet reassurance, he felt... lighter. Not fully healed, but comforted in a way he hadn’t been before.

Alastor: *voice quiet but sincere* Thank you, Husker.

Husk: *nodding, his gruff exterior softening completely* Anytime, Boss. Anytime.

The two of them sit in silence for a while, the weight of their shared struggles lingering in the air.

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sorry if this has been asked before but what are some of your favorite ships? and why?

PRUPAN PRUPAN PRUPAN!!!! They are my icons. They are my everything

Not only cause like I wish everyday i die and come back as even a sliver of Prussia and Japan is my favorite character and it’s basically just the perfect opposites attract but also the same attract lemme explain

Prussia on the outside is this loud brash egotistical shit but really he’s truly a deep old soul who’s really just a really chill guy. In my mind he plays up the “I AM AWESOME!!” As a front so people never think of him as a weakling and fear him even though he kinda looks like a idiot, it’s better than being remembered as a nobody. When with Japan, he doesn’t need to be so on edge and put up this front. He relaxes, he’s calm, he’s real!! He doesn't feel judged or needs to play a part he can just relax and not worry about proving a point.

Japan tries his best to understand the world around him, his new found interest in the people around him and their lives. He desperately wants to connect better with people, he’s like a curious child when it comes to this. He’s still very much a old soul and can be a cranky old man, and he’s finally comfortable with showing that! He can het sassy and sarcastic with Prussia, not having to hold his tongue. He can be real and raw and not refrain from speaking cause Prussia loves to hear him talk!!

Also like the way i fell to my knees and cried inside learning they hang out and Japan used -kun instead of -san like with everyone else showing their friendship. Also the episode where Prussia got him the Christmas tree is my crack like YESSS NOW YOU CAN SEE IT YESSSS TAKE IT TAKE MY FOOD AND EAT IT. I wanna see more of their deep friendship that hima just like never touched on but confirmed like WHAT NO SHOW US SHOW UP THIS FRIENDSHIP GOD DAMNIT!!!

In conclusion, they are the same guy but like swapped and like perfect puzzle pieces put together. They are in love and my one true pairing

Other favs include FrUK cause rivals/enemies to/and lovers is my literal drug, its a on going trend with me blame Sonadow it started it. GerIta is also a main, i know these are “basic” and safe ships so far but shut up they’re cute they make my heart melt. Especially the dynamic where Italy is a little shit and Germany is just a awkward yet stern guy like yes…good…good meal. Romerica was my crack for a little while, not super into it anymore but i still like it. Ameripan is also good chef kiss. RusAme my lover my dear sweet lover, my darling my sweetheart. They are just like UGHH CHOKING THEM BUT LOVINGLY. Their dynamic is so fun and silly i cant quite explain it. I do kinda giggle when people make it super serious cause in my mind they are so unseriously serious. GiriPan was my first main Japan ship, not super hardcore into it anymore since i met my one true love PruPan but holds a place in my heart i still eat it.

I mostly eat just about any ship besides like the incest/pedo debate pool. Ok thing though is I cannot for the life of me cannot decide if i like Spamano or not though cause like, i don’t think they’re family imma tell you that they never seemed like that to me but like, the age thing. It just rubs me the wrong way. I might dive into ships i feel iffy but thats a issue for another day

Sorry this took a while to answer was brain melty and like only had the energy to finish at like midnight when i have to go to work in less than 12 hours so ya know